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swappermanent · 10 days ago

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Reverse Inheritance

The first time Leo told me he could astral project, I didn't think much of it. My grandson had been living with me ever since his father—my son—went to prison, and though he was 20n now, he still had that same wild imagination he'd had as a kid.

Just last month, he'd been on about reincarnation, saying he remembered fragments of past lives. And before that, he was convinced our neighbor was running a smuggling ring out of his garage. Normally, I didn’t mind letting him ramble on. But lately, I was starting to get a bit tired of it.

Today, however, Leo seemed particularly insistent. “I’m serious, Grandpa. I can do it. Astral projection. It’s real.”

I scoffed. "Alright, then. Let’s do a little experiment."

"Sure, what kind of experiment?"

I reached over to a drawer and pulled out an old deck of cards, shuffling them a couple of times until I was satisfied. I fanned the cards out, then carefully picked one from the middle, holding it up so only I could see. “If you’re telling the truth, you should be able to ~float out of your body~ and go behind me to tell me what this card is,” I challenged, leaning back.

Leo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. His breathing slowed, his shoulders relaxing in a way I’d never seen before. For a second, I actually thought he might’ve fallen asleep. But then, with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “Eight of spades.”

I froze. Placing the card face up on the table—the eight of spades.

I forced a laugh. “Lucky guess. Let’s go again.”

Leo gave a small shrug and smirked. “Alright. Let’s.”

I shuffled the deck again, this time picking a card off the top. “Alright, wise guy,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “What is it?”

He closed his eyes again, barely a few seconds this time. “Three of hearts.”

I looked down at the card, and my stomach did a small flip. “Alright,” I said, trying to mask my surprise. “That was another good guess, I’ll give you that. Let’s see if you’re really up to it.”

This time, I picked three cards at once, spreading them face down on the table. “No way you’re getting all of these right,” I muttered, almost to myself.

But a few seconds later, He rattled them off without a second thought. “Queen of diamonds, five of clubs, ace of spades.”

I looked at each card in my hand, and they were all correct. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t hide it. “Shit… wow,” I breathed. “Alright, kid, you got me. I believe you.”

Leo’s eyes opened, and he gave me a small, satisfied smile. “You want me to teach you how?”

My heart was pounding a little faster than usual. “You think I could?” I asked, half-joking but more curious than I wanted to let on.

Leo leaned forward, his face serious. “Yeah. But you have to really want to do it. Like, let go of everything. All those thoughts that keep you grounded here.”

"Let go of everything…" I repeated.

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Over the next few weeks, Leo patiently taught me to master astral projection. At first, it felt like some sort of strange meditation. But gradually, I learned how to slip out of my physical body, just as Leo did, until I could stand beside myself, looking down at the slouched figure.

Each session, Leo and I would push the boundaries a little more. We couldn’t go too far since our astral projections only seemed to last about four hours at a time, and even then, we couldn’t travel much faster than a brisk jog. But I was fine with that; I wasn’t interested in dashing across the city, only in seeing how far I could push this strange new freedom.

When we’d reach the end of our limit and weren’t back in our bodies yet, something bizarre would happen. Our astral selves would start to get get pulled back, as if our bodies had a magnetic force calling us home. Those first few times, it was disorienting, hurtling back through space until I snapped back into my skin, breathless, my heart pounding. Leo explained that it was the body’s way of keeping us tethered, that if we stayed out too long, our astral forms would dissipate like smoke, and we’d cease to exist.

“Cease to exist?” I asked him one night, feeling the weight of that warning.

Leo nodded, his face solemn. “I haven’t pushed it that far, Grandpa. And I don’t think we should. The pull back gets stronger the closer we get to that limit. But if we ignore it…” He shrugged, letting the words hang in the air, dark and final.

Still, despite the risk, I found myself craving these nightly adventures. For the first time in years, I felt alive, truly alive. As someone who’d all but resigned myself to the slow, tired rhythms of old age, it was thrilling. But as our nights stretched on, I started to wonder about Leo’s fascination with this skill. He was young; he didn’t have a curfew, he didn’t have an old, weary body holding him back. He could be out living his life instead of hovering in ghostly form around the house or strolling through empty streets with his old grandpa. What was he getting out of this?

One night, as we settled into our chairs to begin our ritual, I glanced over at Leo’s body. He’d gotten comfortable, his head tilted back, his breathing already slowing, his eyelids fluttering shut. It struck me how young and full of life he looked, even when he was so still. I felt an odd pang of longing, a desire that surprised me in its intensity.

When had I last felt young? Truly young, without the weight of decades pressing down on my shoulders? What would it be like to feel like that one more time, to feel that boundless energy I saw in Leo.

As Leo’s breathing grew steady, his astral self drifting beside me, I looked back at his empty body, sitting there, vulnerable and untouched. The thought tugged at me, and for a moment, I felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out, take his body for myself just for one fleeting moment

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The idea had been lingering in the back of my mind for weeks now. Every time I saw Leo drifting out of his body, the temptation grew a little stronger.

He was shy about his body, sure, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that felt like a betrayal somehow, slipping into him without asking. But there’s no way he’d ever say yes. Besides, I would be in and out before he’d ever know, right?

Finally, I gathered the courage. One evening, Leo announced he was heading out and asked me to join. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, wanna come with,” he said with a grin as he leaned back, his breathing slowing as he began the process.

I shook my head no, feigning sleepiness. “I’ll stay in tonight,” I replied. “I could use the rest.”

As his body drifted to sleep, I waited, counting each minute until I was sure his astral form was far enough away. Then, with my heart racing, I initiated my own astral walk and hovered towards his body .

A deep anticipation rushed over me as I prepared to enter. “Just a half hour, tops” I told myself.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to slip in as gently as possible. But something was wrong. As soon as I began, it felt as if I were pushing against a wall. I couldn’t just slide in like I usually did with my own body. I adjusted my position, aligning myself more carefully with his form, and tried again. This time, I felt a bit of give, and gradually, I was able to push through, inch by inch.

First my legs merged with his, then my torso. I felt the strength in his muscles as I took on his form. I kept pushing, my hands now matching his, aligning, filling out his arms, until finally, my head was nearly there, just hovering over his own.

But then, out of nowhere, I saw Leo’s astral form float towards me from across the room, his face a mixture of shock and fear. Me entering his body must’ve attracted his astral form back as a defense mechansim. Panic flared within me. If he re-entered his body while I was halfway in… I didn’t even know what would happen, but I didn’t want to find out. Before he could reach me, I shoved my head down, slipping fully inside.

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I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was fully conscious—inside Leo’s body. My vision felt sharper, my muscles responsive, and as I looked down, I took in his smooth, toned arms, the strength and youth radiating through every limb. It was exhilarating.

I hopped up, feeling the lightness in my step that I hadn’t felt in years. Each movement was effortless, as if my body itself had forgotten what it meant to be heavy. I walked around the room, flexing his hands, rolling his shoulders, feeling every inch of youth as it coursed through me.

But then I felt something odd—a light tapping on my stomach, almost like a faint punch or a persistent nudge. Instinctively, I flexed Leo’s abs, the sensation dulling a bit, and that’s when it hit me. That tapping—that was Leo, trying to get his body back.

“Leo…” I whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, kid. I’ll be out soon, I promise.”

I let myself enjoy the feeling of his body, each sensation crisp and vivid. As I explored myself, I felt a familiar tension grow in my pants, one that I hadn’t felt in years. Instinctively, I reached down to my waistband and grabbed down to tug at my new, surprisingly hairy ball sack. That was enough to get my cock to throb.

I began stroking my new, uncut cock while feeling up my smooth torso with my other hand. As I did, my mind wandered to all the hot guys I could pull in this body if Leo ever let me borrow it again. Concentrating on that thought was all it took to send me over the edge. Slowly and sensually tugging at my shaft, I spurted all over my chest, completely draining mysefl.

Finally, as I lay back into the bed, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and calm. The room was warm and quiet, and with the last bit of energy fading from me, I felt a sudden drowsiness settle in. I lay down, and before I could convince myself to leave, I drifted into sleep, enveloped in the softness of youth and the quiet of Leo’s room.

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me roughly. Blinking in confusion, I looked up—and there was my old, familiar face, creased with panic and rage, staring down at me.

“What the hell did you do?” he demanded, his voice hoarse and furious.

It took me a second to process, my mind still foggy from sleep. I tried to sit up, disoriented, and felt the youthful energy of Leo’s body springing into action, as if the night hadn’t worn it down in the slightest.

“What…” I managed, words failing me. But he kept going, too upset to wait for me to catch up.

“I had no choice but to take your body,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “Otherwise, I’d have just… disappeared. Astral projection doesn’t work for body swapping. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. I never told you that because I didn’t think you’d ever try something like this.”

The full weight of his words settled over me, each one hitting like a cold punch. “So… we can’t just switch back?”

He shook his—my—head, a bitter smile flashing across his face. “No. There's a refractory period before we can attempt any switch again. It’s designed to prevent exactly what you just did. We’d have to wait ten years before we could even try to go back.”

“Ten years…” I repeated, the words sinking in like stones in my stomach. My old body—now his—was 90. I knew my own heart, knew how every joint ached, knew how every year was harder than the last. The odds of it lasting another decade were slim to none.

The guilt knotted in my chest, sharp and sour. I opened my mouth to apologize, to try to explain, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say?

But then, unbidden, a different thought crept in. In ten years, this body would be 30. That meant I had Leo’s—my entire 20s to live again, the years I’d once cherished and missed deeply. I looked down at my youthful hands, the strength and vitality I could feel coursing through every inch of Leo’s body, and felt a strange, conflicted thrill rise within me.

He must’ve noticed the shift in my expression, because his face—my old, familiar face—darkened. “Are you… are you happy about this?” he whispered, incredulous.

I shook my head, trying to fight the feelings rising up within me, but they were relentless. The shame of it burned hot, yet I couldn’t deny the excitement simmering just beneath.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression steady. “Leo,” I said softly, but I didn’t know how to finish.

He watched me, a flash of betrayal in his eyes as he seemed to understand, even without me saying it. And then, with a bitter laugh, he turned away.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. Fuck, this’ll be fun.

#Isaac Cole Powell

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girliemattitude · 10 months ago

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—- Chocolate -— M.S -—

A/N: NO Mommy and Daddy kink; Not my thing sorry!! A/N (2): This is my work please don’t steal it:)

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Me and Matt decided to have a lazy day today, his brothers were out so we decided to stay in and have some alone time.

Right now I’m cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast and Matt is melting chocolate on the microwave so we can dip strawberries in it later.

“I think is completely melted”, Matt say’s smiling while he stirs the chocolate with a little spoon and licks his index finger.

“Awesome, let’s go back to your room and have breakfast in bed”, I say putting the cooked eggs on two pieces of toasted bread.

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“I can’t believe we ate all of that”, Matt says rubbing his tummy like a little kid

“There’s still chocolate left”, I say holding the cup with chocolate and licking the spoon clean.

“Do you want some?”

“I think I’m good, thanks”

“Well we can’t wasted” I say playfully putting the spoon near Matt’s face doing airplane sounds obviously joking, he just laughs, but the laughter stops when I let the chocolate fall on the side of his mouth and chin.

“Babe”, he says with a stern tone but an amuse face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cleaned it up”, I say laughing

I know he expects me to clean the chocolate off with a napkin but I have other plans.

I kneeled on the bed next to him and a lower myself so we could be face to face, I turned his head a little to the side and a slowly licked the chocolate off his chin and then moved upwards to the side of his mouth, finishing up with a lingering peck on the corner of his mouth. I pulled away and I see my boyfriend with eyes closed and lips parted, his breath agitated and I swear I could stare at him for eternity.

He opens his eyes and instantly locks them with mine, I give him a little smile and I got off the bed.

I go to one of his drawers and I feel him staring at me from the back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for somee- hmm found itt!!”, I say turning around and slowly hiding the item from him behind my back.

“What do you have there?” “You have a mischievous look on that pretty face of yours”, Matt says curiously.

I smiled biting my lip while a reveal the blindfold to him.

“Oh, you wanna use those?”, he says suddenly a thousand times more interested in the conversation.

“Yes, but I don’t want them for me”, I say with a shy tone,

I’m not usually the one who’s in charge when we have sex, of course I can be a little more demeaning at times and switch roles, get on top and all but when it comes to someone being tied up or blindfolded It’s always me. We are pretty new at this though, we only started to experiment on this area a few months ago when Matt brought it up, but today I don’t know I guess I feel a little more bold and down to try something new.

“Okay, where do you want me?”

“Wait, seriously?”, I say a little shocked but excited.

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want”, he says smiling at me.

“Hmm okay, sit on the edge of the bed and take your shirt off”, I say not sure of what the fuck I’m doing.

He obeyed and do I say told, I stand between his legs and I kissed him before I put the blindfold on his eyes.

I stare at him for a second and proceed to trail wet kisses on his collarbones and all over his neck until I found his sweet spot just below his ear, his head goes backwards so I could have a better access and I feel both of his hands on each side of my hips caressing them, his breath is getting heavy and I nibble his ear causing a low growl to leave his lips.

I pulled away to grab the cup with chocolate and the last strawberry, I dipped the fruit on the candy and I feed it to Matt, he takes it all in one bite and then licks my finger clean.

I grab a big amount of chocolate with the spoon and I let it dropped on Matt’s neck and collarbone all the way down to his left shoulder, I do the same on the other side and I licked it off sensually, there’s soft moans leaving his lips bout the time I’m done.

Now that he seems clean enough again, I pushed him on the bed and I straddle him. I passed my finger up and down his abdomen, stoping on his waist band and then I pour more chocolate, this time on his chest, nipples, and a long line on his happy trail.

I put my hair up on a pony tail and I begin to clean him up with my tongue, I tortured him by going extremely slow and I leave sweet kisses and love marks all over him, I take extra time on his nipples and I bite them carefully , I continue to lick his happy trail going up and down a couple of times in a straight line getting rid of all the chocolate.

“Y/n, please”, Matt sighs, I could feel his hard on between my legs and I can’t help but to rock my hips a little, I let out a low moan under my breath but I remind myself that I want this to last a little longer so I stop.

I take his pajama pants and underwear off, his hard dick immediately slapping his stomach and I can’t help but to bite my lower lip.

I grab his tip without warning and I feel him squirm, I keep teasing him making circles on his red tip with my fingers, spreading his precum all over it, I spit on my right hand and I stroke him a few times, then I lower my face and I lick him from top to bottom just so I could start to sucked him off properly.

Matt breathes are irregular and I keep going, a mixed of saliva and precum falling down my mouth.

“Omg, I’m not gonna last long” , Matt says, his hands going to my hair to help me bop my head up and down in a rapid rhythm.

“Cum for me”, I somehow manage to say.

Matt’s body tenses up and I feel his dick twitch as a warm liquid filled my mouth, I swallow and then I wiped my mouth with my hand, I kiss his lips and he takes the blindfold of.

“God, I love you”, he says admiring my face.

“I love you too, you goof”, I say smiling and wiping a piece of hair of his face.

“I guess is my turn now, right??” , he says half joking and half serious.

“There’s no Chocolate left but there’s ice on the kitchen”, he says raising his eyebrows.

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harleehazbinfics · 10 months ago

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Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 1: A New Home Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1395 A/N: aaaa im so happy i can finally post it. pls enjoy~ it's hazbin hotel guys, that's a warning in itself

(edited as of Feb 20)

I hopped off the bus clutching my hat in one hand and my bag in the other. Lifting my hand off the hat, I reached inside my coat for a piece of paper.

“Angel Suites, 123 Bullard Avenue,” I muttered reading the paper then looking at the tall building in front of me. I sighed and went inside and was then greeted with a stench of tobacco from the clerk in the front smoking reading a magazine.

I grimaced and knocked on the wooden desk to gain his attention, from the lack of a bell. He lifted his eyes from the paper and narrowed his gaze to glare at me, causing me to break in nervous sweat.

“Hi, I-I’m Miledy Calliope. I called you yesterday for an apartment room?” I tried to say out cursing at myself from my stutters.

He rolled his eyes, folded his newspaper to the side and opened a small drawer to his right, muttering curses as he looked for my keys. When he finally found them, he threw them at me to which I hastily caught, causing me to drop my belongings.

“The stairs are to the left,” he groaned in annoyance, opening his newspaper again and turning on the radio on his left increasing the volume, seemingly to drown me out if I had any more questions and then taking a drag from his tobacco.

I huffed and drudged to my now apartment room, it was cold and damp inside. It has a somewhat worn-out couch and bed, an empty kitchen. To save myself from a migraine, I plopped down on the bare bed and collected my thoughts to stay calm.

“This is better than nothing at all. Better than staying at that damned place for sure,” I complained quietly looking through the glass window in melancholy. I sat up and rummaged through my bag to find a little rabbit stuffed toy, squeezing it for comfort for being in a new environment and an entirely new life.

For a while, I did as much I could do to make the place cleaner than I found it and homier for me. As the sun went down, cleaned up myself. I wore a glittery loose dress, the length all the way to my ankles, accompanied by bright earrings and a fur coat.

After locking up the door, I headed towards my first gig. I breathed out a sigh as I tried to shake off my nerves, I stood at the half-filled club. I turned my head when I heard a shrill call for my name.

“Miledy!” I see a short woman theatrically calling my name.

“Miss Mimzy!” I replied excitedly, “Thank you so much for having me!”

“Of course, no problem! Just bring in some bills, yeah?” she joked with her thumb and pointer together to sign for money while winking.

“I’ll try!” I shrugged with a smile.

After a while of talking someone gave me a cue to get on stage. “Good luck, honey!” Mimzy cheered.

As soon as I got on stage and sang in front of the mic with a sudden boost in confidence, I didn’t notice a fine gentleman sitting next to Mimzy greeting her and talking with each other.

“Mimzy! Good evening, my dear,” the brunette greeted tipping down his hat. “A newcomer I see.”

“Hi, Al!” she replied enthusiastically, “Yeah, I scouted her from the city down during my trip. Lovely, isn’t she?”

Alastor merely hummed amused and answered, “A pleasing voice indeed. Would you mind introducing me after the show? I'd love to get to know this new talent of yours.”

Mimzy raised her eyebrow a bit skeptical, “Sure, no problem.”

The further the songs went on the more Alastor was enchanted, barely able to take his eyes off her. However, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one to take interest in her, his face contorted into a sneer when he lustful stares the men had in his peripherals, as they enjoyed their liquor.

When I finished my stage, the place erupted in cheers, whistles and applause making me feel overwhelmed with the attention. I smiled and waved my hand at them, thanking them for enjoying the show. I bounded to Mimzy and her company, where she counted her money.

“That was fantastic, darlin’! Look how much money you raked in!” Mimzy cheered.

“Given how clear and beautiful her voice was, I'd say it's quite deserved!” the gentleman with a glasses complimented. I blushed and replied with a small thank you which he smiled at.

“Miledy, this is my friend Alastor, he works as a radio host right here in New Orleans.”

“Miledy, Miledy Calliope. I just arrived in town today actually,” introducing myself to him and shaking his hand, his grin subtly growing deeper.

“Well, I have to go check the schedules and see when I can squeeze you on stage again. Toodles!” Mimzy smiled with an obsessive glint in her eyes.

Alaster faces me once again, “Can I offer you a drink?”

My smile froze a bit, thinking about it. He analyzes me a bit before adding with a laugh in his tone, “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to harm you! I’m a frequent patron here and a very well-known voice and face here, you know? I neither don’t want to put my reputation to be at risk nor do I want you to have a bad time around here. Just think of it as a welcome gift as friends.”

I thought over what he said and smiled as he went on. I conceded to him, “Alright, why not? Sorry about being so skeptical.”

“No worries at all! It’s great that you’re on your guard. Not a lot of people are like me,” he teased bringing us to the bar.

“What? Tall and charming?” I retorted getting more comfortable around him.

He chuckled charmingly making me blush again, he then joked “Well, I was going for a kind respectable gentleman. I guess that can work too.”

I laughed at his not-so-subtle attempt to improve his self-image while his smile seemed a bit more genuine as he finally heard this woman laugh. He seemed to be enthralled with the image of me laughing and giggling at his remarks that he fished for more reactions out of me while we enjoyed a bunch of drinks.

The night grew colder, we started to gather ourselves and got out of the establishment.

“You sure can hold your liquor, darlin’,” Alastor remarked, he himself flushed red.

“I can say the same to you for a lanky figure like yours, sir,” I teased, “This was fun. Thanks for tonight, Alastor.”

His gaze softened and reached out pat my head which I indulged, finding his touch comforting. Oh, dear was I drunk.

“No problem. It was a fantastic night for me too. Do you have any plans anytime soon?” he asked keeping his hand on the top of my head.

“Mmm. I think I have to buy a few things for my apartment, why do you ask?” I answered, somewhat hopeful raising my eyes at him doe-ishly.

He breathed out a chuckle from my actions and replied, “Allow me to accompany you then. I’ll show you a fantastic store, one where your money’s worth spending to. I’ll free some time in a few days to show you around.”

“I’d like that. Thank you,” I smiled.

“Great! Now come, I’ll escort you back home. These streets are crawling with criminals at these hours,” he explained offering his arm out to me which I latched onto, growing creeped out as we strolled down to my place.

When we were half-way there, I heard a blood curdling scream as clear as day. It seemed so close to me, as if they were screaming in my ears, causing me to freeze and hold onto Alastor tighter. His perked up in alert as he circled his arm around me protectively, unbeknownst to me of the sadistic smile he had in the sick pleasure of the sound of suffering.

Reminding himself of the damsel in his arms, he rubbed had over my back and led me faster. “Don’t worry, doll. It’s nothing, just some pesky crows,” he lied.

I didn’t question further and walked briskly right next to him, blocking my ears as the screams slowly quieted down leaving it to my imagination.

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minniesmutt · 6 months ago

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The first thing Changbin did when he got in his car was call Chan. Giving his roommate a warning at least.

“Yeah?” the Aussie answered

“Are you home?” Changbin asked his friend as he pulled out of his parking spot with Y/n not far behind him

“Should I not be?” Chan questioned

“Up to you but I’m having company over.”

“Didn’t you just close up? When did you have time to pick up a girl?”

“It’s my new receptionist. I took her on a date after I gave her a tattoo and we’ve kind of started a friends-with-benefits thing.”

“Is that the one you told Han and me about the other week?”

“Yes. Are you leaving or are you staying for a show?”

“I’m locking myself in my room with headphones and working.”

“That works too. I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Be safe,” Chan said before hanging up

Changbin rolled his eyes but continued his drive. Checking behind him every so often to make sure Y/n was still behind him. He pulled into the building parking lot and parked in one of the spots with an open space next to it. He met her outside of the cars before leading her up into his unit. Changbin opened the door for her and walked it behind her. He hung up his keys and grabbed her bag from her shoulders while she slipped her shoes off. Y/n looked back as he hung up her bag for her.

Y/n smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. Y/n pulled him in for another kiss. Changbin moved his lips with hers as he turned her to press her against the wall. Y/n moaned into his mouth as he lifted one of her legs around his waist.

“Bin,” Y/n moaned into his mouth

“Already moaning all pretty for me,” Changbin teased

“Bed, please.”

Changbin moaned in response before pulling his lips away from her and walking down the hallway to his room. Y/n smiled as she kissed along his neck as he walked. He took her to his room and kicked his door closed before pinning her down to his bed. Their lips reattached as he pushed up her shirt. Pulling his lips away and looking down at the work he’d done on her.

“Mapping out my next piece?” Y/n joked

“Making sure you’re taking care of it properly,” Changbin responded as she helped him tear the shirt away from her body and toss it onto his floor. Changbin leaned down to her chest, placed a few kisses on her breasts, then snaked a hand behind her and unhooked her bra.

Y/n pulled up his t-shirt, getting the fabric off him to match her before he made work of unbuttoning her pants and getting them off of her with her panties. He tossed the fabrics aside and laid down between her legs. He tossed the limbs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs.

Y/n moaned as his tongue ran up between her folds. Lips wrapped around her clit perfectly as he sucked on the budget. Y/n threaded her fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands as his tongue rolled over the bud. Slightly rolling her hips against his face. Changbin moaned against her as he dipped his tongue into her.

His nose rubbed against her clit as he pulled her closer to his mouth. Trying to get every drop of her, especially when her high hit. Hips rocking against him as he held her close while she rode it out. Changbin’s tongue licked up every bit of her cum from her before pulling back and sitting up. Y/n watched as he tore off his clothes and leaned over to his bedside table. Grabbing a condom from the drawer and opening the foil, grabbing the rubber and rolling it down his length.

Y/n spread her legs open for him as he moved right between them. Changbin smiled as he grabbed her legs and spread them just right for him. Slowly he slipped inside of her. Falling for her moans as he stretched her open on his dick.

“Fuck,” Y/n whined

“Not used to me yet? I should fuck you more then,” Changbin smiled as his thumb gently rolled over her clit.

Y/n nodded, not being able to fix words at the moment as he slowly started thrusting into her. He leaned down onto his forearm and kissed her neck. Her legs and arms wrapped around him as he kept thrusting into her. Begging him for more.

“Take me so fucking good,” Changbin groan as he thrusted his full length into her

“Close bin,” Y/n whined

“Already? Is my baby still sensitive after her first orgasm?”

“Yes!” Y/n moaned

“Gonna cum on my dick? Be a good girl and make a mess on my dick for me.”

Y/n nodded as his tip grazed that perfect spot inside her. Her arms and legs tightened around him as he aimed for the spot again and again. Y/n whined as her orgasm got closer and closer before one more thrust tossed her over the edge. Body stiffening as he helped her through her second orgasm.

Changbin’s high came crashing down not long after she came down from her’s. Thrusting into her a few times as he filled the rubber. Holding himself up on his hands before he finished and pulled out. Cursing as he caught his breath.

Y/n laid against the mattress as she caught her breath again. “Water?” Changbin asked

“Yes please,” Y/n sighed.

Changbin got up and took off the condom, tying it off and tossing it before making his way to the small fridge in his room and grabbed her water. Opening it for her as she sat up. “Thank you,” Y/n smiled

“Your welcome,” Changbin said, “Want to stay the night?”

“Yeah. Too tired to drive now.” Y/n smiled

Changbin grabbed her one of his shirts and helped her clean up before settling under the sheets with her on his chest. Random TV show on till they either fell asleep or decided on round two.

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irb-pascalito-99 · 9 months ago

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Text you Later

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Joel calls while at work for some lunch time shenanigans.

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, pictures, dirty talk, praise, semi public sex

A/N: This is an excerpt from chapter twelve of my ongoing fic Always an Angel, Never a God to read more visit A03.

I try to ignore the buzz of my phone in my back pocket as I carry my end of the armoire. Bill huffs when I adjust the piece of furniture in my arms. Once we’re in position we put the legs down carefully.

I automatically pull out my phone to check my texts once my hands are free. A smile spreads across my face when I see it’s Joel again.

Joel: Meet up for lunch?

I bite my lip and look up at Bill who has continued to walk around the store adjusting other items. I lean my hip against the armoire as I type out my reply.

Me: Can’t :( leaving early today for Ellie’s appointment

Frank appears over my shoulder as I press send. I jump as he attempts to glance at the screen.

“Who you texting?” He asks with a sly smile. I shove the phone back in my pocket. I shrug in response and walk toward the front counter. “A man?”

“No Frank,” I lie. “It was just Maria asking if we could hang out tonight.”

The look on his face says he clearly doesn’t believe me. I ignore the next buzz from my phone, and the one that comes immediately after.

“Okay then…” Frank says. “Well I just wanted to see if you wanted this desk we just got in. I know you mentioned wanting to get something Ellie can use in that room.”

Ellie and I agreed to change our parents’ room to an art space the two of us can use. We’ve already packed all the stuff that remains there in boxes. Joel helped put them in the attic for safekeeping. Tomorrow everyone is coming over to help move the furniture out and paint the walls

I follow Frank to the back of the store where we keep the inventory before we put it out. While his back is turned to me I quickly pull out my phone to respond to Joel.

Joel: But I miss you…

Joel: Can we call at least?

Me: Give me like 15 minutes ;)

I throw my phone back in my pocket as Frank stops in front of an old writer’s desk. I run my hand along the cherry stained wood. It’s in great condition, probably worth a decent amount of money.

There’s a lot of drawers as well. I open a couple, they seem decently deep so Ellie could probably store a decent amount of supplies in it. She’s been getting really into sketching lately so a place where she could sit and draw would be really nice.

“How much do you want for it?” I ask.

“Don’t worry about it,” I turn to Frank as he waves his hand. I give him a frustrated look, while I appreciate his generosity it doesn’t feel right to constantly like Frank and Bill take care of me. I don’t want to be their charity case, but Frank won’t hear it. “Think of it as me supporting local artists. You can pay us back with a painting or have Ellie draw something.”

“I’m sure Bill would love whatever she draws of him,” I joke. Frank laughs. I run my hand over the wood again. It would really mean a lot for Ellie to have her own dedicated space in the room.

I let out an exasperated sigh. Frank grins as I concede. He pulls a SOLD sign out of his back pocket and puts it on top of the desk.

“I’ll have Bill load it up when we come over tomorrow.” He says.

He wraps an arm around me while we walk back up front. I feel my phone buzz again. Frank must hear the sound of the vibration because he looks at me amusedly.

“Maria again?” I shrug and walk around the counter to keep myself busy until I can find an excuse to go somewhere private and talk to Joel. “Girl can’t seem to get enough today, you’ve been glued to that phone all morning.”

“It’s probably that contractor guy,” Bill grumbles from across the room. I snap my head to him, trying to keep the blush off my cheeks. “The one she’s all goo-goo eyes for.”

So much for not blushing. I try to hide my burning face from view of Bill and Frank. I feel like a child caught crushing on the popular boy at school.

“Ahh yeah, Joel right?” Frank says. He turns back to me. “Is he coming to help tomorrow?”

“Joel? I think so. I know Maria said Tommy’s coming to help out with the muscle so I’d imagine Joel would be there too.” I try to act casual, but my voice comes out slightly higher than normal.

“Hmm, yeah we know that one has some muscle,” Frank says. I blush even more, just barely managing to stop myself from dropping my jaw at Frank’s comment.

“Sounds like you’re the one with the crush, Frank.” Frank laughs.

“Just making an observation,” he chides. “I think you could use a man like that…”

“Stop,” I beg. I hide my face in my hands. Frank laughs. Bill walks over to help a customer who just walked in while Frank pats me on the shoulder. “I’m taking a break.”

Frank shakes his head, still laughing. I walk toward the back of the shop. I take one more look over my shoulder before I disappear into the backroom.

I make my way to the bathroom and pull out my phone. I lean against the bathroom wall as I call Joel. He answers almost immediately.

“Someone’s needy today,” I joke. I make sure to keep my voice down so anyone who is outside of the bathroom door can’t hear.

“Babygirl, you have no idea.” I shudder at his nickname for me. His voice is deep with a sultry thickness pouring out like molasses. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Haven’t seen you all week, it’s killing me.”

“I know,” I respond. I half whisper into the phone. “I’m sorry, I miss you too. It’s just been crazy with work and Ellie. Getting Ellie caught up with classes has been rough. Turns out I’m really bad at math…”

“Darlin’ why are you whisperin’?” Joel asks.

“I’m in the bathroom at the shop. I don’t want Bill and Frank to hear me, they’ve already been making jokes about me crushing on you. I don't need them to hear anything else.” Joel laughs on the other end. “Stop that, it’s not funny!”

“Sorry sweetheart, but it kinda is.” I roll my eyes. “So you’re crushing on me huh?”

“Shut up,” I grumble. Joel laughs again and then the line goes silent.

“So…what are you wearing?”

“Oh, so it’s one of those phone calls. You’re really over there making fun of me while you’re waiting for me to help you get off?” I tease.

“Well I was going to pick you up and fuck you on a back road in my truck somewhere, but someone couldn’t get away from work.” I whimper at the thought.

It has been getting increasingly harder to sneak around these days. I’ve had to put so much focus on Ellie in order to prove to Marlene that things are solid with us. Joel has been extremely understanding, and my relationship with Ellie has never been better, but it’s been frustrating not to have alone time with him.

“You like that huh? Want to ride my cock in the front seat of my car, naughty girl.” I feel my pussy start to drip at his words. Fuck, I need him. “Go on, tell me what you’re wearing princess.”

“I can send you a picture…” I say. I smile when I hear Joel groan.

I position myself in front of the mirror and adjust my clothes a bit. I pull my neckline down a bit to show off more of my breasts. I turn to the side slightly so he can see the curve of my ass and then hook my thumb in the top of my jeans and pull them down just enough that he can see the top of my lacy black panties.

I take a couple pictures until I get one that I really like and send it over to him. I hear him moan when I pull the phone back to my ear, and then the sound of his belt clinking as he undoes it.

“Another baby, please. Let me see you.” I go back to the door and crack it open for a second. I don’t see anyone outside so I close it and lock the door.

I walk back to the mirror, setting the phone on the counter for a second, and take off my shirt. I push my jeans off as well and stand in front of the mirror wearing only my bra and underwear. I should be embarrassed doing this in the store bathroom, but a rush if adrenaline pumps through my veins as I position myself in front of the mirror. I nice one hand down, ghosting the lips of my pussy on the outside of my panties. I bite my lip and throw my head back, taking the picture and immediately sending it to Joel.

“Fuckk baby, so pretty for me.” I moan quietly at his praise. “Touch yourself gorgeous. Touch that pretty pussy for me. I want to hear you.”

I lean against the wall again and snake my fingers inside my underwear. I run them through my soaking folds, my underwear drenched as I hear the faint slapping sound of Joel’s fist moving up and down his cock.

“Oh Joel, I’m so wet for you,” I moan, making sure to keep my voice down.

Joel groans and a shiver runs down my spine. I dip two fingers inside my hole, my thumb starting to make circle motions. I whimper into the phone as I start to pump my fingers in and out. I try to match my pace to the sounds of Joel jacking off on the other end of the line. He moans loudly at my noises.

“Tell me what you’re doin’ right now sugar. What’s makin’ you make those sweet little noises?” He starts to pick up his pace, panting into the phone desperately.

“I’m touching myself.” I huff. “I got…got two fingers inside… wish it was your fingers, or your cock. Fuck, Joel wish you were splitting me open right now.”

Joel groans again, the sounds of him pumping himself getting louder.

“God, babygirl fuck. I wish I was there too.” I speed up my fingers, my climax building as he goes on. “Wish it was your pussy clenching around my cock right now instead of my hand. Got me fuckin’ jackin’ off in a goddamn parking lot, that’s what you do to me.”

I moan, a little louder than I probably should have. I move the phone to rest between my face and shoulder so I can cover my mouth as my other hand continues to move underneath my panties. I close my eyes and picture him in his truck outside his job site, thrusting his cock into his hands with his phone to his ear.

“Can anyone see you?” I ask. Joel chuckles darkly at my question.

“I don’t think so, not right now,” he grunts into the phone again. “Why gorgeous? That get you off? You like the idea of me gettin’ caught fuckin’ my fist to the thought of you?”

My stomach tightness and I moan again. I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Yeah, I think it does.” His words send another wave of pleasure through me. I’m right on the edge. “I think you like what you do to me. Think you like how desperate you make me, can’t stop thinkin’ of that pussy all goddamn week. You gettin’ close baby?”

“Yes, god yes, Joel please don’t stop.” Joel groans again.

“That’s it darlin’, I’m almost there too. Come for me babygirl. Come for me.”

I keep pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy until I’m finally pushed over the edge, panting and moaning around my other hand as I try to muffle my noises.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to follow. His groans sound more animal than human as I hear him pump his cock a couple more times and then stop. We both pant into the phone as we come down.

After my heart slows down I walk back to my discarded shirt and jeans on the floor and put them back on. I hear Joel’s belt clink again on the other line as well.

“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then?” Joel asks as I straighten my shirt in the mirror.

“Yes, but remember it’s going to be a full house so you need to behave,” I remind him. He scoffs at my remark.

“Darlin’ I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” I chuckle at his remark.

“Would a gentleman jack himself off in a parking lot in the middle of the day?” I ask.

“You got me there,” he laughs. “But I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself tomorrow, no matter how hard it’ll be after not seein’ ya for so long.”

I smile sheepishly, giddy at the thought of him having missed me so much after just a week.

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Joel agrees and we say our goodbyes. I wash my hands before heading back out to the front of the shop.

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3cremepie3 · 1 year ago

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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!

A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!

“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!

“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.

You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.

“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.

“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.

“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.

He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.

You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”

“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.

“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.

“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.

You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”

“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.

“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”

“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.

“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.

Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.

“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.

“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.

They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.

He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.

Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”

He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.

“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.

You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.

This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.

“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.

“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”

“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.

His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.

There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.

“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.

You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”

“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.

“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.

But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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This is a long one, sorry babe, the socks and feet fetish just gave me such a funny idea for a gag gift for Nanami. Here where I live we have these things called "nakurnjak", it would translate to willy warmer (men wear it in winter to keep their willy's warm) 😭😭😭😭 and the idea of reader buying, even better knitting or crocheting it them self for Nanami is so funny in my head (she could make several to match with his ties!). I did bit of research and to my surprise this fits Nanami's Danish roots BECAUSE they had a tradition where a girl would present her boyfriend with a willy warmer to see how seriously he took their relationship. If the gift was rejected, this was seen as evidence that he was not yet ready for marriage. Reader may or may not be hinting something @ Kento. (References: wiki and reddit)

Pairing: boyfriend!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, suggestive dialogue, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thank you for the request, this was a fun one! I hope you like it and get a good laugh out of it like I did. 😊

With the weather getting colder lately, you decide to put your knitting skills to use. It starts with easy projects, like scarves and bonnets. One day, you go online, searching for different ideas on what to make. Several minutes of browsing, you finally find your next creation: a willy warmer. It’s the last item listed on this website, more of a throwaway as a joke. But you’re absolutely serious about making it. Just thinking about it has you giggling. Upon further research, you discover that in certain traditions, a willy warmer is gifted to a boyfriend to see if they are ready for marriage. This motivates you even further to take on this ambitious project in hopes that Nanami, your boyfriend of several years now, will finally take a hint.

It takes a while to knit it, but eventually, your hard work pays off and the results are outstanding. You manage to recreate his signature spotted tie pattern exactly, so now he’s matching, assuming he accepts this ridiculous gift.

After dinner, the two of you digest your meal on the couch while watching a show you’re following. At the end of the episode, you pause it, reaching into the drawer beside you to retrieve your creation. He eyes you nervously. “What’s going on?”

You grin, holding it out to him. “Surprise!”

He gives you a confused look, waiting for you to explain. When you continue to stare at him, beaming, he asks, “What is this?”

“Babe, you’re Danish, you should know what this is!” You pinch at the tip and the balls, stretching it as if that makes it any clearer.

His brows are furrowed in uncertainty. “It looks like a penis.”

Laughing, you say, “That’s because it’s for your penis. It’s a willy warmer. I knitted it myself. And it matches your tie!”

He chuckles, his expression relaxing. “What on earth am I going to use this for?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, honey. You use it to warm your willy.”

“I don’t need to warm my willy.”

You frown at him. “So you don’t want it?”

“I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to use it.”

Crossing your arms, you toss the willy warmer back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a bit of aggression. “Fine. If you don’t want it, I’m sure somebody else will.” You stand up, stomping towards your bedroom, kicking it closed.

~~~

Nanami fucked up.

He knew it as soon as the smile dropped from her face. It would have been so easy to accept the silly gift like a good boyfriend should, but, of course, he had to mess it up in a royal fashion.

Immediately, he follows her to the bedroom, finding that it’s locked. With a small knock, he says, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll use it, okay? If it makes you happy.” He leans against the frame, pressing his ear to the surface to hear any response. When none comes, he sighs, returning to the couch.

He remembers what she mentioned earlier, about him being Danish, and he wonders what that has to do with it. Phone in hand, he goes to a private browser to do a quick search. After a few minutes, he finds out that hereally fucked up. The tradition says that a man must accept the willy warmer as a gift whenever it is presented to him to indicate that he is ready for marriage.

He buries his face in his hands, groaning at his mistake. Of course he’s ready for marriage. He’s been in love with her for years. And while they’ve discussed it in detail, imagining with fondness about their future together, he’s never actually given her a straight answer about when it will happen. She’s always been patient, never one to pressure him about timelines or threaten him with ultimatums. This is the closest she’s gotten to it, in the form of some crude penile covering. He chuckles to himself at the absurd situation they find themselves in. Still, he has to find a way to make it up to her, and fast.

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You’re actually upset Nanami didn’t accept your gift. Not only did he reject what you spent hours working on, he essentially told you he wasn’t ready for marriage. And sure, maybe he doesn’t know that hidden meaning behind it, but still! You’re annoyed with him.

There’s another gentle knock on the door. This time, you don’t ignore it, swinging it open to give him a piece of your mind. However, the sight you find instead has you speechless.

Nanami is completely naked from head to toe, except for the willy warmer wrapped snugly around his cock. He smirks at you, holding his arms out, presenting himself. Before you can respond, he says, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I accept this gift with all my heart. And, I guess, my penis.”

You burst into laughter, stepping towards him to slide your arms around his waist, face nuzzling his chest. “So, does this mean you want to marry me then?”

He squeezes you in a loving embrace. “You know I do. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. And I can’t wait to officially call you my wife.”

You grin, peering up at him to give him a kiss. “So,” you tease, palming his cock through the yarned fabric, “Shall we test how warm your willy is?”

#nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami fluff #nanami fanfic #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #requests #nanami request

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 4

We finally get to the concert part of all of this. And the start of The Plan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Steve was in such a hurry to get home and actually shower that he wasn’t watching where he was going and barreled straight into Wayne.

“Oh shit!” he said, bending down to help the man pick up all the books and papers that Steve had knocked to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Wayne chuckled. “It’s all right, I’d be in a rush to get out of here to if it was me.”

Steve blushed. “The nurse told me that Eddie’s going to have the room to himself now.”

Wayne grinned. “He’d like that. Not having to share with anyone else. Not that he had a problem sharing with you.”

Steve scratched his cheek nervously. “I didn’t mind sharing with him, either.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought with you used to having everything to yourself that sharing would have chaffed.”

He shrugged. “It gets lonely up in that big house all by myself.”

Wayne pursed his lips but left it alone.

Steve picked up the last paper and looked at it in confusion. “What’s this?” He handed the paper back to Wayne.

Wayne read the flyer. “Oh, it’s that concert Ed was saving up for.” He gave it back to him. “Looks like he won’t be able to go now.”

April 6th. “I mean he could, his doctor said a week if he’s lucky,” Steve murmured.

Wayne shook his head. “He didn’t have all the money to go. That’s why he was so willing to sell to that girl.”

Steve frowned. “That’s too bad.” He held up the flyer. “Do you mind if you I keep this?”

Wayne shook his head. “Go ahead. I don’t think he’d want the reminder that he can’t go now.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll probably be back to visit him later.”

Wayne squeezed his arm. “You do that. I think he’d like that.”

He blushed and went to the patient pick up where Nancy and Robin were waiting for him to take him home.

“Thanks, guys,” Steve mumbled as he slid into the front seat of the Wheelers car.

“You’re welcome,” Nancy said. “I’m just glad it wasn’t more serious.”

“That’s because I had a great nurse,” he teased.

Robin smacked the back of his head. “Why nurse and not doctor?”

“Ow! Robbie!” he protested. “Because doctors don’t do the actual work, nurses do that. Shit, dude.”

Robin paused for a moment. “Yeah, all right.”

Nancy giggled, but stopped when Steve glared at her. She pursed her lips to hide her smile, but Steve saw it anyway.

“What’s a guy got to do get some respect here?” he grumped, sliding down in his seat to sulk.

Even though he was mostly joking, it was something that did bother him. How many lives did he have to save? How many monsters did he have to kill? How many people did he have to protect to get people to see that he had grown since high school?

“Aww...” Robin teased. “We pick on you because we love you.”

He shrugged and grudgingly accepted it, but he was quiet all the ride home. Once Nancy had drove off and Robin had helped him up the stairs to his room, she asked, “Hey, what’s up? We were only teasing in the car.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not that...” Robin raised a skeptical eyebrow and he sighed. “It’s not entirely about that. I mean it bothers me a little that people still treat me like we’re still in high school, but that’s not what’s upsetting me.”

He sat down on the bed while she rifled through his drawers for clean clothes.

“So what is the problem?” she asked, filing away the high school thing for later.

He pulled the flyer out of his pocket and handed it to her.

“Ozzy Osborne headlining Metallica?” she read out loud. “Wait...why does that sound so familiar?”

“Ozzy is who Eddie compared me to when I ripped that demobat in half,” Steve muttered, “and Metallica is the band that the song he played to distract the bats while we were going after Vecna.”

Robin sat down on the bed next to him. Hard. “Shit. He was going to go to this, wasn’t he?”

Steve nodded. “He was trying to scrape up enough money to go.”

Her eyes went wide. “Chrissy!”

He hung his head between his hunched shoulders. “I kept thinking all the way home about how it wasn’t fair he was dragged into this nightmare because he wanted to go to some concert.”

She took his hand and squeezed it tight. “I mean, even if we could get the money to buy a ticket for him, there’s no chance his doctors will let him go to a metal concert.”

“I know,” he mumbled, thumbing the ring on her hand. “But part of me wants to try anyway.”

“Go get your shower, dingus,” she said, helping him to his feet. “Maybe you’ll figure it out once your brain isn’t fried.”

Steve nodded and headed into the nearby bathroom. He turned the water as hot as he could stand. He hadn’t gone this long without showering in...well...if he was honest, only when the Upside Down happened.

He let the water wash over all his body. The bottom of the tub turned brown with dirt and dried blood. He couldn’t scrub but even getting the surface shit off his skin felt like sin. He washed his hair three times before he was satisfied that it was clean. He turned off the water and slid out of shower. He put on the clothes Robin had picked out for him.

It was just another sweater and pair of sweatpants. He put them on gratefully and stepped out to his room. Robin was still on his bed looking at the flyer.

“I think I might have an idea,” she said without looking up.

Steve chuckled. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be thinking while I was in the shower.”

She waved him off and licked her lips slowly. “What if contacted the venue or band or whatever and told them that we had a huge fan that got hurt during the earthquake and would like to see them. We could get a couple of cheapo tickets and he could see them.”

“Who would go with him?” Steve asked, coming to sit next to her.

“You.”

He reared back. “No. Why–I can’t go. No. I don’t even listen to that kind of music. One of his actual friends or Dustin maybe.”

Robin shook her head. “It wouldn’t be fair for the other two boys if only one of them got to go. And for Dustin, he wouldn’t be able to help Eddie get around the venue.”

Steve gaped at her open-mouthed.

She bumped him with her shoulder. “And then there’s the fact you like like him.”

He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “You can’t even deny it.”

Steve hung his head. “I don’t even–I just...I don’t know!” He threw his arms in the air and abruptly stood up. He started pacing, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Do I like boys? Both? What if my entire sexuality is a lie? Was he flirting with me? But he was also telling me to get back together with Nancy. Which you were doing too, by the way.”

Robin opened her mouth and then closed it again. “Yeah, fair. But that was before you abandoned Nancy and I to finish off Vecna when you heard Dustin screaming Eddie’s name.”

“Why was he flirting with me if he wanted me to get back with Nancy?” he asked again. “Because if he was interested why throw Nance at me? Or if he wanted me to get back with her why did he flirt with me? It’s messing with my head, Robs!”

She stood up and grabbed his arms to steer him back onto the bed. “Let me explain something to you as the resident queer. I think the Nancy thing was seeing if you were interested in her and if you weren’t then he could admit he liked you. To test the waters so to speak. I was doing the same thing only about Nancy.”

Steve looked up at her blankly. Robin waited for the lights to come on and he mouthed, “oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Too bad Nancy is happy with Jonathan,” Steve murmured.

“You’re missing the point, dingus,” she said softly. “He wanted to make sure that you were interested in boys before he put the moves on you. Only you had the weirdest reaction.”

Steve blinked, furrowing his brow. “I don’t understand.”

“Most straight guys would have pushed him away,” Robin said. “Only you didn’t, at least not violently. But you also didn’t flirt back. You acted confused.”

“I was confused,” he whined. “Still am if I’m honest.”

“Which is fine,” Robin said holding up her hands. “Finding out you aren’t as straight as you thought is absolutely terrifying. I can’t even imagine what you must be going through right now. I always knew I liked girls. This must be like a bombing dropping on you.”

“Or a demogorgon,” he muttered darkly.

“Or one of those, definitely,” she agreed. “But the point is that your reaction wasn’t what he expecting so he had to try other avenues to see if you were interested. Hence the Nancy test.” She spread her fingers wide to emphasize her point.

“Oh.” He threw his head back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I failed, didn’t I?”

“No, no,” she murmured. “Results were inconclusive. However if you do this for him...”

“He’ll know how I feel about him?” Steve asked, hopeful.

“Right in one.”

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years ago

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Hawkie Talkie // S. Riley x gn!disabled!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: gun violence, blood, canon typical violence, reader is in a wheelchair which shouldn’t be a “warning” per se but just so any able-bodied bitches get bent out of shape you can’t say I didn’t warn you, swearing but it’s COD so

Summary: When the base you’re at is overrun with hostiles, Ghost is especially concerned about their intelligence officer. You’re fine, aside from your jokes.

Frankly, you could do without the ear splitting alarm that was shrieking through the base. Yeah, yeah, it was to alert that hostiles were active and encroaching on the base, but it was also really fucking distracting.

You pushed your wheelchair towards your door and locked it before moving back to your desk. Pulling open the desk drawer on your right, you grabbed the slim plastic case you were looking for and opened it to reveal a small comms unit. The earpiece settled in your ear and you strapped the collar around your throat before turning it on. Voices immediately assaulted your already battered ears and you winced.

“I take it there’s a slight problem?” you quipped. Your fingers flew over the keys in front of you as you pulled up a map of the base with coordinating CCTV.

“Hawk,” Simon’s voice came over the comms, every bit sharp and dark. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t your Simon at that moment, but Ghost. “How copy?”

“Office is secured and from what I can tell, no hostiles nearby. Same cannot be said for you, Gaz. Two coming in from the left.”

Two shots reverberated through the comms and you smirked. Hawk, they called you, due to you being the eyes of the operation. An intelligence officer contracted by Laswell to work for the 141, you made sure they got the information they needed before and during their missions coupled with any threat assessments and cyber security. Being in a wheelchair might restrict you from being in the field, but your job proved to be a lot more important.

“Who are these guys?” you asked. “Let me rephrase that, who the fuck did you all piss off enough?”

Soap snorted at your question. “Looks like some remnants of AQ trying to get revenge.”

“Hawk, do you have a visual on the whole base?” Price interrupted.

“Have had it up since the alarms sounded, Captain. What do you need to know?”

“How many hostiles and where?”

Your eyes scanned over the screen, correlating the data with the cameras. “Twenty-six active hostiles. Looks like they started with forty, four groups of ten attacking from each direction. Ghost, you’ve got three on your tail.”

“I’m heading your way,” the phantom snapped.

“Negative, Lieutenant. I’m fine.” Truly, you were. Your office was near the heart of the base so you were decently far from the action and the pistol in your desk drawer would help out if anyone did get past the rampaging soldiers out there.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Worried about me, Ghost? Price, two heading your way on your left.”

“Less flirting you two,” Price said before gunfire erupted over his end. You waited for it to subside before you changed your cameras to focus on Soap’s location. Shit. Ghost was handling the northern quadrants, Gaz and Price to the south, and Soap was on east. That left the west undefended.

“The west quadrant is unprotected. Anyone able to engage?”

“Give me five minutes,” Gaz shouted. You watched as a diamond formation started making their way to the heart of the base.

Towards you.

“Hawk, get out of there,” Ghost barked. You opened your bottom drawer and opened your gun safe. As you checked the ammo and turned the safety off, you scoffed at Ghost’s suggestion.

“Yeah, let me just roll myself into the middle of a shootout. That sounds like a brilliant idea. I thought you were supposed to be an expert strategist.”

You could hear the echoes of gunfire in the distance and it wasn’t just over the comms. Flipping the lights off of your office, you quickly set your monitors to sleep in hopes that it would look as though your office was unoccupied. You pushed your wheelchair back, sliding up against the back wall. Your gun sat in your lap on top of the little blanket covered in Casper the Friendly Ghost that a certain Mancunian gifted you.

“Hawk,” Ghost hissed. “I’m close to your location.”

“Yeah, well, so are they.”

You could hear the other offices next to yours being raided. The 141 wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight, but they had elected to stay late to wait for you while you finished up some paperwork before you headed to the pub. Dumb fucking luck.

For these motherfuckers, that is.

The handle of your door rattled and you steadied your hand on the grip of your pistol. The glass next to the door shattered but you didn’t flinch. A hand reached through and unlocked the door.

The second it opened, you laid the leader out with a single shot to the head. Gunfire erupted at random from the next two, but you dispatched them cleanly. A strangled gurgle and choking sound came from the final man and his body was dumped onto the ground with a knife clearly sticking out of his neck.

There he stood, the phantom that haunted his enemies. Blood streaked across the armored part of his mask and splattered across his uniform. You offered him a smirk as you wheeled out from your hiding place and glanced down at the corpses around you.

“You good?” you asked. His chest heaved with a heavy breath and he strode forward, yanking the edge of his mask up to rest across the bridge of his nose. Ghost bent down and his glove curled around your jaw, forcing your face up, and collided his lips with yours. It bordered more on the edge of pain than pleasure as your teeth clashed and tongues battled for domination. He groaned into your mouth and you grinned wickedly. Only you could pull those noises from him.

Without looking, you raised your gun and fired over Simon’s shoulder, directly hitting the hostile who aimed to sneak up on you. He collapsed into a pool of his own blood and Ghost finally pulled away to look at your latest victim.

“Jesus bloody H. Christ, love,” he grunted. Ghost tugged his mask back down and studied the path to the door. He quickly nudged the bodies out of the way so you had a clean path out of the office to follow him out.

“Hawk good?” Soap asked over the comms.

“Hawk’s bloody fucking brilliant, that’s what,” Ghost grunted.

“Hey guys, what type of phone does a hawk use?” you quipped as you followed Ghost out. “A hawkie talkie.”

Simultaneous groans erupted over the comms, but it did nothing to lessen your shit eating grin. Price muttered something about transferring you to Antarctica, but you ignored them all. You just glanced at the goliath of a man beside you, seeing his mask move with his muted laughter.

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cloveroctobers · 2 years ago

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DANTE TORRES — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: alright so I decided to officially do some work for my new husband, it’s time for me to put myself to work and just try lol. If it flops then it flops and I’ll never write for him again but at least I can say I did it!

Synopsis: reader spends a breezy Sunday morning with her boyfriend, Dante Torres who only wants her to see the best in herself. It’s nothing but fluff baby!

Using this prompt list & numbers 19.) being extremely energetic + 35.) getting back up after falling down + 38.) fresh flowers every week

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the spark of energy you had this particular spring morning was fascinating for Dante to see. You were not the morning person out of the pair so it shocked him to see you up and about downstairs.

“Uh, morning, mi corazón. you feeling okay?” Dante asked after awhile, just watching you move around in your thick robe in the kitchen with grace.

You didn’t even flinch, already feeling his eyes on you and hearing the shuffling of his feet as he came down the steps.

Shutting the drawer with your hip, you turned to face your boyfriend of half a year and tilted your head to the side, “morning! Yeah I feel pretty good, why?”

“It’s almost seven-thirty.” Dante stepped into the kitchen to place his hands on the cool island, “I’m just making sure you’re alright…and no one possessed your body while we slept beside each other last night.”

Scoffing at the buzzed hair man you replied, “You’re not funny.”

Dante let out a small laugh as it was his turn to watch you take sip at your chia water, “since you’re up…”

“Oh no.”

Courage the cowardly dog who?!

“Kev had to take care of something for his sister this morning so he won’t be meeting up with me,” Dante started as he now leaned against the island, “want to work out with me?”

Normally you would decline since exercising wasn’t your thing despite the encouragement of your primary doctor telling you to get back into it. You were satisfied just doing a few stretches and calling it a day but with the way Dante was looking at you, you didn’t have the heart.

“Fine but you’ll have to keep up with me.” You slightly challenged the man who raised his brows, “don’t forget, I would have made it to the Olympics back in college if it wasn’t for my health scare.”

Dante nodded his head at this.

He heard all about it. How running was something you loved to do, had a passion for ever since you were young. It started with winning the 50-yard dash in elementary to joining track and competing in high school that led you to a scholarship for college. You were so fast, Dante saw the old home-videos your big brother and dad boasted about when you brought him home for thanksgiving.

There was such light in your eyes in those videos and you still had a smile on your lips when you looked back on the videos yourself. However Dante knew that passion changed once you became injured which lead to other health issues. He would never push you, he was always compassionate but it never hurt to do what your body allowed. If you just tried.

“Well come see me on the field then,” Dante lightly taunted, “we leave in thirty minutes.”

Playfully sighing you rolled your head around as you placed the mug into the deep sink, “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Mr. Torres.”

He smiled at you, “I don’t think you do.”

“Ohhhh.” You raised your hands in surrender as you walked around to stand beside him, “bet.”

Dante dipped his head at you, a smirk on his lips as he watched you spin away from his sight. He snickered to himself loving that he was firing you up this morning; beginning to move to get himself a beverage.

“Hey! No coffee, I need you hydrated and at your best.” You called from the stairs making the man peek around, secretly wondering if you had eyes on the back of your head.

“You got it, coach!” Dante joked, placing his mug back into the rack and went to the pantry to grab two 30oz water bottles.

You regretted this as soon as you climbed out of the car for good. It was super windy that your eyes were watery the minute the air greeted you. It was a Sunday morning and Dante drove the two of you to a high school where you would be working out for possibly the next hour.

He approached you from around the dodge charger, trying to catch your eye and once he did he asked, “still feeling okay?”

“Oh yeah,” you sniffed, briefly using your knuckle to wipe away at the wetness by the corner of your eyes, “where’s your hat? It’s chilly out here.”

Dante paused, wondering if this was you deflecting and chose to keep up with you for now, “I don’t need that. I’ve got my hood and that just means my body will have to pump harder to get the blood flowing.”

“Okay,” you walked around him ready to head down to the racing track, “I don’t want to hear a thing with you crying to me that your throat hurts in a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that now but I know you’ll always take care of me like I do you.” Dante explained, walking after you and tossing a arm across your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes but said nothing because that much was true.

The football field was huge, open, circular; recently renovated and the track was just as beautiful. Walking through the gates you felt a sense of adrenaline but also a spark of fear that you ignored?

Today was not about holding back.

“Let’s stretch first, get some walking in, and go from there?”

“Sure.”

The both of you faced each other, reaching back to pull at one ankle and hold. Since you couldn’t do that for your second leg, you decided to sit down like a star-fish and lean over to touch your toes. Soon Dante was doing the same movements before he was back on his feet and jogging in one place with high-knees. He was more active than you were, so it felt like he got through his stretches much quicker than you.

However he was always patient and provided acts of service.

“Can I help?” Dante asked after he was done doing his final stretch and once he received a nod from you he instructed, “lay back for me.”

Gently he grabbed at your ankle of your old injured leg and pulled it up in the air, straight towards the sky and into a light stretch. After doing that for awhile to both legs he said, “now the uncomfortable one.”

“Okay,” you breathed, knowing this was the one you hated, since your joints still locked up even after all these years.

Dante bent your leg at the knee and pushed it towards your chest, where you really felt that tightness. After holding it for at least twenty seconds, he wiggled your leg out to relax before going two more times.

“We’re ready.” You announced as Dante pulled you up to your feet.

“Ready.” He dipped his head, before the both of you walked through the turf to the red track.

After walking around once and began walking around twice, you started off the light jog still feeling the resistance in that leg but you took your time and Dante kept pace with you.

The only time you recently jogged was to get to the fridge—when the house was completely dark…so this was honestly new territory for you.

“We’re good, we got this.” Dante was motivation beside you, as you both focused on different things while you ran beside each other.

It wasn’t until the third lap around that you switched that jog into a sprint. That caught Dante by surprise as he glanced over at you up ahead and quickly switched paces too. Once your hands became straight as you ran, he knew it was game on. The smile that broke out onto your lips and the glint in your eyes was enough to make Dante happy too.

He was sure it felt physically different to do this after so many years but he was honored to witness joy back on your face.

You knew your limit and finished one lap of a full sprint, deeming that as enough and the both of you went back to the turf to catch your breath.

“Ah!” You cheered, removing your fists from your hips to raise in the air, “I did it!”

“Hell yeah, you did! You did so well, mi corazón.” Dante grinned at you, walking towards you to lightly grip your neck lovingly.

You felt so proud of yourself. What may seem small to others was big for you and Dante knew this. He grabbed your water bottles from the side and brought them back over to hydrate.

“I wanna do some pull-ups. What do you want to do?”

“I think I’m gonna test those bleachers while I still have this energy in me.” You swayed from one foot to the other, glancing over at the empty bleachers behind you.

“Okay! That’s what I’m talking about, you got this!” He slapped his hand against yours, intertwining your fingers together.

“You too,” you pecked his lips, “I don’t want to see you shirtless over there.”

“Why not?” Dante pulled at the front of his hoodie, “that might be more motivation to keep you going up those steps, no?”

“For my eyes only.” You pointed at the man who laughed around his water bottle.

“There’s nobody out here but you and me, babe.” He said after swallowing his water.

A squalling from a bird sounded through the air, making Dante look towards the blue before he looked back at you. The blank look you sent him made him burst out into laughter, that his eyes shut on him.

“I gotchu. I understand, top stays on.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, let’s get to work!”

And once you turned away from him, Dante couldn’t help but to keep his eyes on you as you approached the bleachers. The only time he took his eyes off you was to analyze the yellow goal post before he got his body into position.

Dante was usually persistent on his work tasks and it took him a minute to focus on his own. His curiosity got the best of him as he pulled his weight up and down while briefly looking over at you. You started off slow until you found your rhythm and that made Dante proud.

To see you doing well was enough for him to do his own routine. He lost count of how many reps he was on and liked the burn that was in his biceps. He was just about to push himself on top of the post and hold his weight when he heard the clinging on the bleachers.

“Oh!” A unfamiliar voice ripped through the field, that Dante didn’t bother to further focus on.

He wasn’t sure when anyone else joined in on the field but when he turned to the bleachers, he saw you laying down in the pathway. Immediately he dropped to his own feet and began jogging over to the bleachers.

Before he could reach you, you popped back up with a bubble of laughter escaping your lips as your held your forearm.

“Hey! What happened?” Dante reached the end of the bleachers, ready to hop up them but you winced getting to your feet yourself.

Shaking out your arm you exhaled, “missed a step coming down. I think I might need that second contact for the other eye now.”

Dante gripped your waist as you slowly made your way over to him. He searched your face to not see defeat but amusement still on your features but he didn’t find shit funny.

“What hurts?”

“Nothing too bad. The side of my arm stings and I’ll probably have a bruise on my thigh by tonight but I’m fine.”

Dante pushed the sleeve of your sweatshirt down, eyeing your skin until he got to the middle where scrapes definitely decorated your flesh. It appeared like you skidded across pavement and everyone who experienced that before, knew that stung like a bitch.

“Let me guess, exercising is over for the day.”

“Absolutely.”

“I can just grab a band-aid from the glove department.”

“No. I think that’s enough for today.”

Pouting you allowed Dante to lead you away from the bleachers and around back towards the field. Dante kept a arm around you waist, using his free hand to grab his water while you held onto your own.

“Hey,” you whispered to Dante as the both of you made your way back to the car, “you won’t tell Atwater about this will you?”

Dante sent you a look, “are you serious?”

“What? I don’t need to hear his shit-talking.”

Which was the common friendship between the two of you. Kevin liked to pick and you liked to bicker.

Dante wasn’t even thinking about Kevin’s response to all of this. His priority was making sure you were alright and sure you could appreciate that but you wanted to be seen as only bad ass, especially when it came to the field your boyfriend worked in.

Yeah, so what you couldn’t really compare—can you live?!

“I’m not going to tell Kev that you busted your ass ‘cause then he’s gonna give me shit.”

“So it’s only okay for me to take the heat from your team member?”

“You like to argue,” Dante shrugged his shoulders, “and you handle yourself quite well.”

You scoffed, “sounds like excuses to me. Why—

The raised brows Dante sent you was enough to prove his point.

You gave him a sarcastic smile and climbed into the passenger side, waving the man off as you popped open the glove department. Dante tended to the heat, mainly for you, as you dressed your own wound.

“You still did amazing today.”

“Thanks babe, I did, didn’t I?” You winked as Dante slipped his hand towards your thigh to lock his hand with yours.

The both of you held each other’s stare in complete comfort and adoration. He brought your hand to his lips before he turned to start the engine. Dante’s hand stayed in yours on the drive, a podcast filling the car as you kept your eyes on the scenery of Chicago that passed you by.

The drive seemed to be taking a bit longer back to your place, than expected but you said nothing, just enjoying the company of Dante Torres beside you.

It wasn’t until he pulled up to a meter that you lifted your head to look over at the man in question.

“You don’t have to get out of the car, I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded as he slipped his hand from yours and exited the car to place a few coins into the meter. You watched from the side-mirror until you couldn’t see Dante anymore and pulled out your phone to browse the internet.

If it was any other time you probably would have fallen asleep waiting for this man but it was evident that you had energy today before your tumble. However you kept yourself preoccupied as you waited for Dante to come back to the car.

It was about twenty minutes when Dante came knocking on the door. Thankfully he kept the car running so you rolled down the window with a bright smile on your face.

“I hope you didn’t think I forgot,” Dante started handing over the bouquet of pink lilies, peonies, white roses, and eucalyptus.

Normally you had fresh flowers in your house every week and that didn’t change when you began to date Dante. He knew how much you loved flowers and all he wanted to see was you happy. It was a day early but he figured today was just a good day as any to grab them for you.

“How pretty,” you cooed sniffing at them, “thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Dante leaned forward as you gripped his chin, your fingers caressing the stubble along his jaw making him smile softly at you, “and lastly I brought us some smoothies.”

This day just keeps getting better!

Resting the bouquet on your thighs, you reached for the two drinks to set into the cup holders, “okay, get in so we can go home and cuddle please.”

“Alright, baby.”

Rolling the window back up, Dante climbed back in and buckled himself in. Leaning over the console, you looped your arm with Dante’s free arm, and pressed your cheek into his shoulder while still holding onto the bouquet.

Dante placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before he pulled off the curb.

And before he could ask how you were doing again you told him with a dreamily sigh, “I’m so in love with you, Dante Torres.”

“As am I…even when you drink all of my smoothies.”

Humming you peeked at what could possibly be his drink, “what did you get this time?”

“Jungle something? It’s the green one.”

“Oh, please use the half bath downstairs when you finish that.”

Dante snorted, “I thought you said you love me?”

“I do, just not your poops.”

“I don’t mind your poops.”

“Ew, I know because you won’t let me shit in peace.”

“Never,” Dante laughed, “what’re you gonna do with our future babies? Leave them to change themselves?”

You’ve been dating for six months, surely you talked about the future and what you saw for yourselves. Kids were in the picture after a few years of marriage and Dante wanted to build a loving healthy household that he did not fully receive growing up thanks to his step-father. He knew his mom did the best that she could and he felt like he owed her so much but always felt like she deserved more than what she got. If having a family of his own and it so happened to be with you, then that would also be a plus.

“If I’ll be doing most of the feeding, especially naturally then it’s only fair that you’re on diaper duty. Literally.” You stated, peering up at him.

“…fine.” Dante couldn’t help but to playfully roll his pretty green eyes.

Which earned him a nice poke, “just for that, I think I deserve a sip of your grass drink.”

“It’s not grass!” Dante defended.

“You don’t even know what’s in it.”

“Have at it! But just like you said to me earlier, I don’t want to hear about your stomach hurting later.”

You had a sensitive digestive system but one little sip wouldn’t hurt right?

Famous last words.

Due to your stubbornness, you let Dante’s response go through one ear and out the other as you mockingly took a large sip, making Dante side-eye you in the driver’s seat.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Dante shook his head at your antics and knew what he was signing up for. Usually he was the bigger baby when he would fall ill but you were worse when it came to your stomach problems.

However he never found himself complaining, despite when he would always give you warnings for the better…you would always end up doing what you felt like in the moment…especially when it came to food. After all, when you have that feeling of being deeply in love with another person, you’ll do just about anything for them.

Surely that feeling was mutual on your part, as you stuck out your tongue at the man before getting comfortable right against his shoulder, once again.

If anyone on the outside asked him if there was was anything he wanted to change about you, he’d say he wouldn’t change a thing.

┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊♡.﹀﹀.♡┊ ┊♡.﹀

*Continue with my spring anthology series here.

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anas-aspiration · 1 year ago

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Marshmellow

warnings: tooth rotting fluff (i hate writing this but i cant help myself)

summary: you and carl spend a cozy winter evening together being a cozy couple 500 words

December 19th.

Today was breezy and crisp, perfect for sweaters and staying indoors. It didn’t snow like you and Carl had hoped bur it eventually would. You were stirring hot cocoa in the kitchen of your shared home. As you peered out the window into the dim sky, it gave you nostalgia to the winters of your childhood. christmas presents, santa, cozy socks. This year you tried your best to re create those memories. You put romantic gifts under the tree for Carl and he did for you.

Returning to your cup of cocoa, you licked the liquid off the spoon and put it in the sink to wash later. You decided to add sprinkles and gooey marshmallows to the cup, now in a hurry to get back upstairs, you burnt your hand on the bottom side of the cup and winced.

You glanced at the red mark left on the inside of your palm cursing yourself for being mindless at the moment. You went on and walked up the stairs with it in hand to carls room. As you pushed the door open with your free hand you saw carl reading one of the forbidden books you hid in your third drawer.

“Carl what are you doing!!”

He jumped and attempted to hide the book behind his back. “Its not what it looks like”

“What the book crawled out of the drawer and started talking to you?” You joked

“You can’t blame me! I ran out of comics and those books have to be very interesting if you’re so serious about keeping them a secret. But I’m sorry I’ll put it back” He said revealing ‘Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur’

An ounce of sympathy spread through your heart and you settled on the fact that it might not be so bad to read that book just once. For the sake of the holidays.

“Ugh fine, we’ll read it together.” You said taking a seat on his bed and patting on his spot.

He excitedly sat down and handed you the book, and took the Cocoa in hand.

You both sat criss cross apple sauce, shoulder to shoulder. The warmth in the room was coming from the softness of the moment.

You opened the book to your favorite chapter and cleared your throat.

You read

“when my mother was pregnant

with her second child i was four

i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how

my mother had gotten so big in such little time

my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and

said the closest thing to god on this earth

is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from

and to have a grown man tell me something

so powerful at such a young age

changed me to see the entire universe

rested at my mother’s feet”

You paused to see if Carl was enjoying the chapter and saw him with the most loving expression you had ever seen, which made you smile from ear to ear.

He took a sip out of the mug and brought it to your lips to try. It was smooth and piping hot, but the eyes he gave you made your temperature rise.

He slipped his hands into your hair and kissed you leaving your lips all pink. Simple silence filled the air for moments, you both set down what you had in hand. Both of you had done this and much more together but this time felt like verification that it was meant to be happening.

Once you pulled away he brought his head down to give your shoulder a kiss then handed the book back to you to read. “please”

A/N!!

writing this gave me the heebie jeebies but i think its good. also sorry if when i reply to you or follow you back it says a diff username i’m lowkey a boomer when it comes to technology

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katierosedreams2 · 11 months ago

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TMEGE 2

Her phone dinged, and I quickly spun around, almost reaching for Hollies' phone myself. She hardly even noticed if it wasn’t for my reaction, she was more concerned about her show than she was about my missing clothes. She picked up her phone and began reading to herself. The suspense was killing me. As she read, she spoke to herself. “Oh” “I see” “ok” This was like torcher. How could this day that started off so amazing end so terribly!?

When she finally finished, she looked at me, her eyes gliding up and down. “Hmm… I think I could have something for you.” She spoke to herself. “Hollie, what did Haley say?” I tried not to seem panicked and desperate. “So Haley found out that our maid had taken your clothes. She thought they may have been left over by some boy who might have stayed the night here and did as she has been instructed to, she donated them. So you have nothing until we go shopping tomorrow. But that’s ok! I have lots of stuff you can borrow! We seem about the same size, so no need to panic! And then after tomorrow you’ll have so many cute things to wear, it’ll be so hard to pick just a single outfit!” She said cheerfully.

What!?! My mind raced! I have no clothes to wear!?! I have to wear her clothes tomorrow!?!? This is not the impression I wanted to give. How could this be happening!? These girls are going to see me as some sissy or something! I was trying to stay calm, but it was a struggle. “It’s going to be ok sweetie, I have great style, you’ll look great! I’ll pick out something that’s very flattering, I promise! After all, it’s me and Haley that created the designs for our uniforms! You can just sleep in that and just head over to my room in the morning!” She seemed so calm and reassuring.

I took a deep breath, I guess she’ll make sure I don't look girly or anything, so this should be ok. “Alright, thank you, and thank you for all of your help, Hollie. This days has just been a lot of excitement. Mostly great! But that was quite a shock.”

“Of course Jaycee! You’re my girl! It’s my job to take care of you! I’m going to go back to my room and finish my show and go to bed.” She got up off my bed, her sexy beautiful body looking stunning in her sheer lingerie. “Don’t forget to review your contract and the employee handbook sometime soon.” She tapped her long pretty nails on the stack of paper on my desk as she walked by. Her hips swaying in a seductive captivating way. My tiny dick started to get hard as I stared at her ass as she walked. She stopped in the hallway to my door and turned around. “Oh, if you get “lonely” tonight, there’s a “gift” in your far nightstand drawer, compliments from all of us monster girls!” She smiled and winked this sexy flirty wink and then turned around and walked out my door. I could hear her giggle and say “Have fun girl!” Just before the door closed.

And just like that, the spell I seemed to be under was broken! I looked down, my face red with embarrassment. Had she seen my erection? I looked at the sheer flowy dress and couldn’t even tell I was hard under the black thong. I guess I got in her panties, just not the way I thought. Wait, why did she say I was her “girl”? And what was in the drawer? I waisted no time. I got up and walked over to the other side of my bed and opened the dawer. I almost jumped back!

In the drawer was a note, underneath was a ginormous dildo! It must have been at least ten inches long! And it was thicker than my arm! Not that I have thick arms or anything. There was also some lube, a small vibrator, some handcuffs, condoms, and something that I think was an enema. I was so scared and confused! I think this must be some joke! I carefully grabbed the note, trying not to touch the simulated giant male member. “Welcome to the Monster Girls Jaycee!! We are so happy to have you girl! We never want one of our girls getting lonely, so here’s a small gift for those nights you don’t have some hot guy in your bed!! Don’t worry, you'll lose that virginity in no time! For all the Monster Girls to you, have fun! Ps And don’t forget to practice those deep throat skills! We are all known to be some of the best!”

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??! There must be some mistake!? They must be confused!?? What is happening!!? In a panic, I threw the note back into the drawer and closed it. This must all be some prank or something!? I picked up my phone. I saw that Haley had texted me the plans for tomorrow. I also noticed the previous texts from my mom. I opened them.

“I’m so sorry sweetie! I love you Jaycee! You’re my baby! I will always love you! I wish I could have made myself more available and open. I wish you could have felt like you could have been open and honest with me! I hope you’re not running off because you thought I wouldn’t have understood! You could have started transitioning so much sooner! I don’t care that you don’t want to be a boy, I always saw you as feminine anyway! I am so happy to have you as my daughter! I will always be proud of you! I just hope I wasn’t a terrible mother! I hope it wasn’t my fault that you didn’t feel like you could be the girl you are so much sooner! Please call me when you can! I love you sweetie!”

It’s like my whole world stopped. WHAT IS HAPPENING?!? WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT!?! Then I looked over at the contact sitting on my desk. What the hell did I get myself into!?!? I slowly picked up the contract and started reading. I don’t think I have ever read something so fast in my life.

HOW DID I LET THIS HAPPEN!?! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO FOOLISH!?! I SHOULD HAVE READ THE WHOLE ADVERTISEMENT! I SHOULD HAVE READ THIS LEGALLY BINDING CONTRACT BEFORE I SIGNED IT!!

It said that I was part of their new diversity program. The goal was to hire a trans woman to join the Monster Energy Girls. If I were to back out or disobey the contact, I would be held liable for the expense of $300,000! I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY!! I have to be a trans woman and participate in and with all the things the monster energy girls are required to do. Also, if I turn out not to be a trans girl, they will persecute me as a sexual offender, since I will be rooming, living, changing, and engaging in “intimate activities” with these women. In other words, I'm forced to live my life as a woman, or I will go to jail and owe an insane amount of money. The worst part is, I don’t just have to live as a woman, I have to BE a Monster Energy Girl! I have to dress a specific way at all times, I have strict beauty and body standards, I also have a unique modeling conditions. As well as “other personal services” that I will have to render to whoever the company demands.

I sat on the edge of my bed, stunned. The reality of my situation flooding over me. I started to cry, realizing that, no matter what, my life was over. It was jail, or being slutty a girl. I looked down at my tears as they fell onto my sexy sheer nightgown and saw my girly body. I realized if I went to prison, I'd just end up a girl there too. At least here I’m treated well, well paid, free travel, free education. I'd have to suck dick and get fucked in my ass I guess. But that would happen no matter what I chose from this point on. I guess I get to choose if I want to have pretty makeup, wear a sexy outfit, and have this view of the ocean while I do it. Or If I want to have some makeshift skirt out of some prison uniform and be forced to do it by some guy, or guys, with the view of a brick wall.

When I thought about it that way, I guess my decision wasn’t so hard. I couldn’t tell a soul that I didn’t want to be a girl, that I wasn’t a trans girl. I couldn’t show any hesitation. Everyone has to think I want this, or I’ll be roughly forced by the guys in prison to become a girl anyway. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I’m not gay. I don’t want this. Maybe once it’s all over in four years, I can just move on and finally get a girlfriend. I had to wait four years in high school. What’s four more? Although in high school I was never someone’s girlfriend!

There was nothing I could do about this now. I looked at the time, 1:30! Oh my god, it’s late! I have been dealing with this for hours! I just need to sleep. I have to wake up so soon! I set my alarm on my phone and laid down. My mind racing, it felt impossible to sleep. I laid there, for what felt like an eternity. I looked at the time again, 3:30. Oh my god, I’m not going to get to sleep tonight. I felt like I had to fight this thing, like I had to confront my situation head on. Like I had to adapt or die.

I felt this strange pull to the nightstand drawer. I rolled over and opened it. There it was, that massive dildo. Or at least I felt like that was massive. I sat up, and slowly reached down into the drawer. My hand slowly reached around the large plastic object. It was so thick my fingers couldn’t even come close to reaching around it. I pulled it out of the drawer and just looked at it in my small hand. It was so heavy! I reached down a felt my own to compare. It was like it wasn’t even there in comparison. My dick started to tingle from me touching it and I quickly stopped. I placed both of my hands on this massive cock, it extended well past my grasp. I don’t know what compelled me to do this, but I pulled the tip right to my lips and kissed it. I quickly pulled it away! It frightened me! It was like my body just did it without me thinking!

And then I did it again, but I didn’t pull away this time. I just kissed it again, and again, softly and gently. Each time, I slowly put more and more of the head of this dick in my mouth. My mind was in a flutter and my stomach had butterflies in it. I kept kissing this cock, and before I knew it, the whole head was in my mouth and I slowly, rhythmically sucked on this dick. Back and forth. I laid back and kept sucking it. I noticed my little dick getting hard. Do I like this?! My eyes closed, and I gently sucked this cock, I found myself drifting off to sleep, but for some reason I couldn’t stop. My small little micro dick hard and dripping with precum as I sucked this monster cock until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up in a startle to the sound of my alarm. Like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing. Yesterday felt like a dream. But sadly it was not. The huge dildo lying next to my face as I opened my eyes. I sat up and looked around the room. The beautiful view of the distant ocean welcomed me. I looked at the sexy lingerie I had slept in. I would have died and gone to heaven if I had been in bed with a girl who was wearing this. And sucked my cock until she fell asleep. I guess that will never happen now. I turned off my alarm, and walked over to the contract on my desk. I had to reread it. I had to make sure what I had read was correct. Unfortunate it was. I am legally obligated to become a girl. A beautiful, sexy, slutty, eye-candy girl. I sighed and walked to the bathroom. I sat to pee, without thinking. I guess I was already doing that. My mom would get so mad at me when I was little for getting pee on the seat. So I just sat to pee. I guess I’ve been doing it my whole life.

I was going to shower but realized I had nothing to wear. I quietly opened the door and gently knocked on Hollies' door. I didn’t want Kayla to see me like this. I don’t know why, it was completely hopeless for her to ever see me as a guy, I'm sure she already didn’t! But I still didn’t want this to happen. Hollie answered the door with a smile on her face. She seemed well awake and was already in the middle of doing her makeup. “Hey girl! How did you sleep?” She said cheerfully. “I slept ok, not much. I guess it was just a lot to take in. You know being in such a new situation and all. I was finally able to relax and eventually feel asleep though!” I said, trying to match her excitement, but I was clearly too sleepy too. “You said you had something I could wear today? I was going to shower, but I thought I’d pick it out first.” Hoping I'd find something kind of masculine in her closet.

“I know! It’s a lot to take in, huh? I could hardly sleep my first night too! Don’t you worry about that! I’ll pick something tots cute for you and bring it over! You feel free to jump in the shower, we’re running out of time! Oh, and don't do your make up!” She giggled” I guess you don’t have some anymore now, huh? Since the maid took your stuff! So I guess it works out! Our first stop is the salon anyway!” She seemed so happy, I didn’t know if I was happy or dreading the news. I also really worried what she might get me. “Ok” is all I could get out, desperately trying not to show my misery. “I popped by your room earlier to get you to come over and pick something out, but you were still asleep! I’m glad to see our little gift help put you to sleep!” She smiled and winked and she closed the door.

Oh my god!! She saw me lying there with that huge dildo on my face! I felt so humiliated! I walked back to my room and started to cry as I got in the shower. I can’t believe this is happening to me! Halfway through my shower I heard Hollies' voice! “Hey Jaycee! I got something super cute and fun for you to wear for your big shopping trip today! You’re going to love it! I’ll just lay it out on the bed!” The shopping trip now had a whole new meaning to me. It was going to be any girl's dream, but my nightmare. “Thanks!” I shouted back. Oh no, what the hell did she get me?

I dried off as quickly as I could and rushed to see what she had laid out on the bed. Satin black thong panties and a matching strapless bra. Next to them was a short strapless leather dress. And on the floor were a pair of black heels. My heart sank. I didn’t want to wear something quite so girly. Or sexy. I sighed and thought about running over to her room, but I noticed she had taken the nightgown she had given me last night, so that wasn’t an option. Plus, I was quickly running out of time. I walked over and picked up the panties. They felt so soft in my hands. I slid them up my hairless legs, and they felt great against my body. I didn’t even seem to mind the part riding up my ass. My “manhood” hardly even makes a bump in them.

I grabbed the bra and strapped it on. It was a push-up bra, and my little bumps looked more like small perky breasts. I looked in the mirror and realize just how much like a hot girl I looked. I grabbed the dress. The feel of the leather was so smooth and inviting. I noticed the zipper was in the back. It was a small struggle to get it on, but I managed. It fit my body like a glove, I really did look so girly and sexy. I slipped the heels on and noticed it was a little weird walking in them, but I felt like I took to them naturally.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, Kayla knocked on the door as she let herself in. “Wow girl! You look stunning! Hollie told me what happened to your clothes, but I see she took great care of you! You look fabulous!” She spoke with such cheerfulness. I blushed both from embarrassment and from the genuine complaint. “Thank you, Kayla.” I softly spoke. I really had to be careful not to show my hesitation about my feminization, or I could end up in jail. Today was going to be very difficult. I was just hoping that the first day as a girl would be the worst day.

Kayla told me that Haley was here and ready to start our day. We started to leave, and I felt a little silly just holding my phone and wallet. So Kayla offered me a purse. A small black leather bag that matched the dress. As I walked out to the car, in my leather dress, holding my little purse, my heels clicking with each step, I officially started my first day as a girl.

I got into the back of the car next to Kayla and Haley started to drive. The ride was mostly filled with small talk. And before I knew it, we pulled up in front of this beautiful luxury salon. Haley asked with excitement, “Ok girl, are you ready for your new look?” All I could do was smile and nod in agreement. We all walked in, and it was unlike any salon I’d ever seen. It was nicer than a five-start hotel! It was beautiful! And so we’re the women working there! The receptionist was perfect in every way. Haley walked up to her to check in, and I just couldn’t help but look around everywhere. I felt very out of place.

My amazement was interrupted by another perfectly beautiful woman appearing from one of the doors. “Haley!” She yelled. “It’s so great to see you darling!” “It’s always great to see you Allie!” Haley replied just as cheerfully as the two hugged. “Ladies it’s so great to see you too! The girls are ready to help all of you!” Allie looked over at the rest of us. Then she looked right at me.

“And you! You must be the new girl! You come with me dear!” Her enthusiasm and energy was almost too intense. I had only seen people act this way in movies or tv. I didn’t know people were actually this way! “Oh, Haley’s told me all about you! But I must say dear, you are quite the babe! Haley told me you were single! That just can’t be true! You must be fighting men off you every day! ” She took me by the arm as she spoke and started walking me to the door she had entered from. I looked back at the girls but they were all walking off to another rooms.

Allie opened the door for me and I walked in as she continued to talk. “Now Haley told me you’re one of my favorite types of girl! One of the ones who’ve chosen to be a girl! I swear you trans women really go for it! You’re often more womanly than most women..” she kept talking as she motioned for me to sit in this beautiful chair. I was surrounded by marble and wealth. It hardly resembled a salon at all. Then suddenly another girl appeared and interrupted Allie. “Hello miss, would you like anything to drink?” I looked at her a little stunned. “Oh, uhh…” I wasn’t sure what to ask for. Allie chimed in. “You can get anything, my love. Coffee, water, sparking or still. Wine, cocktail, whatever you’d like!”

“Oh, I’m only 18.” I said shyly and still confused. “Who cares about that sweetie! Besides, you’re not driving!” She then looked at her assistant “Get her the special, she’ll love it!” And without any time to interject, her assistant turned around and left. “OK, so Haley and I have already talked, we’re going to give you the Monster energy girl treatment! But before I get started, I need to know if you have any objections to anything? Length? Color? Style? Anything?” She was so energetic it was a little overwhelming. “Umm, not really.” I said quietly with a slight smile. “Great! They sit back, relax, and I’ll get to work! So when did you first start your transition?! You must have been quite young! You look way too perfect of a girl to have ever been a boy…” she just kept talking as she started to play with my hair.

I was mostly quiet as she worked. I mostly only talked in reply to a question, but I kept my answers short. I was very nervous about what was happening to me. About halfway through, another girl, Scarlett, showed up to start doing my makeup. She asked about my experience and when I told her I had almost none, she was so shocked. Allie explained that I recently transitioned, so I’m new to being a girl. I felt like that wasn’t enough, so I added that I grew up poor, and we didn’t have extra money for makeup. I knew that wasn’t exactly true. I also had no interest in it, obviously. But I did know that even if I had, we really didn’t have the money for it.

“Well then you must feel like a fairy tale princess with all of this!” Scarlett said with excitement! “Yes, it’s all been quite a surprise. I wasn’t quite sure what I had gotten myself into!” I giggled. They clearly had no idea what I meant. “Well, I’m excited! Most girls have a tone of make-up and skin-care bad habits that are a pain to correct! But you’ll be like a clean slate! Now please pay close attention, you’ll have to recreate my work perfectly!” It was obvious she was serious about her craft.

I paid as close attention as I could. I had no idea what all went into makeup! It’s so much work!! And girls do this every morning!? This gave me a whole new respect for them! As the girls worked on me, in between the instructions, I learned more about the salon. This is a place where tons of models, movie stars, celebrities, etc go to get their hair and makeup done. They have everything, and they do everything. Allie and Scarlett both gave me their phone numbers and their instagrams so I could get ahold of them any time I had questions, or needed to schedule an appointment. I also learned this place was very, very expensive! This huge makeover was thousands of dollars! And then, on top of that, they sold me make up, skin care, and hair products to do this at home! Another couple thousand dollars just like that! Thank god Monster was paying for all of this!

The other girls were waiting for me, and Allie call them in to see my transformation. I hadn’t even seen the final result yet. They came rushing in, all very excited about seeing the new me. Their reactions told me I must have resembled a pretty girl. “Oh my god! Girl you’re even prettier than I thought you would be!” Kayla said, covering her mouth as if to hold in her excitement! “Jaycee, you’re beautiful! So incredibly sexy! Wow, I love your hair!!” Hollie chimed in. “You look so good girl! And an absolute bombshell! You’ll defiantly fit right in with the rest of the monster energy girls!” Haley was clearly very satisfied with the results.

I was incredibly nervous as they spun me around to see myself in the mirror. My mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe my eyes! There’s no way that was me!! I was completely unrecognizable! I looked like the girl of my dreams! My long blond hair now had a much more feminine cut, and was styled to perfection. My makeup was also perfection! I never got to see the whole look, everything I saw in the small mirror Scarlett had given me was close-up detail work.

My eyebrows were shaped into a much prettier, girly arch. My eye make up was stunning. My long black eyelash extensions with my dark smokey eyes could have seduced any man alive! My small cute little nose was perfectly contoured, and my skin was flawlessly smooth. My lips were incredibly large and kissable! They looked completely like dick sucking lips! And were covered in shiny lip gloss!! I looked like a doll! I couldn’t believe how pretty I looked! I felt a mixture of humiliation and embarrassment as well as strangely happy to be so pretty! What is wrong with me?

I was so shocked as to how I looked that I could hardly respond to anyone. As we left the salon it all felt like some weird dream. I was in a haze. We all got back into the car and started off to our next stop. I wasn’t even paying attention to what they said.

I just pulled my phone out of my purse and stared at myself in the camera. I couldn’t believe this was me I was looking at! The girls kept talking, complementing me on how I looked. I was responding without even thinking. I can’t even remember what we talked about. Before I knew it, we stopped the car outside some building, and it shook me back to reality.

“Are you ready sweetie!?” Haley said as the girls started to get out of the car. I also got out and noticed Monster Energy in large letters on the side of the building. “Um yes? What are we doing? I’m sorry, I’m just still in shock over how I look! I’ve never had a makeover like this before! I had no idea I could look like this! It’s just really taken me back!” I said as we walked to the building. “That’s ok sweetie! You look gorgeous! I’m taking you to go meet some of our executives. My boss, his boss, and then a few other important individuals. The other girls are just going to hang out, and we will meet them after!” She seemed very excited. “Am I dressed appropriately for this? It doesn’t feel very professional. I feel like I’m dressed a little scandales.” I desperately hoped that somehow I could change my clothes into something less slutty!

“Oh no you look great! This is exactly how you should look at all times! We’re Monster Energy Girls! We’re supposed to be eye candy sweetie. Sexy and flirty at all times!” She said flirtatiously with a big smile, further demonstrating her point. I hated to hear this. But there wasn’t much I could do about it. “I just wanted to make a good impression.” I said softly, trying to hide my nervousness and my heart break that this is my new life. The other girl left us as Haley and I got into an elevator. “Don’t worry, you look great!” She said as the doors closed.

The ride was quick and over before I knew it. The doors opened to a very fancy office. From behind her desk, a receptionist stood up to greet us. She was absolutely beautiful! She wore a statin white button up top with the top buttons undone to show off her cleavage and the top of her bra. She had a very tight long leather pencil skirt that went down to her very sexy caves and was so tight you could see her straps from her garter belt. Her stocking legs led down to her black patent leather six inch “fuck me” pumps. She looked like she belonged more in a porno than in a actual office.

“Haley! It’s so great to see you girl!” She said, walking around her desk to give Haley a hug. “Cindy, it’s so great to see you too!” Watching these two sexy girls dressed like sluts give each other a hug like that was so sexy! I had a hard time believing this was real! My little dick started to strain against the tight thong. Thank god my erections are so small and weak that the fabric could keep it contained, or it would had caused a small bump in the front of my short, tight leather dress.

“And you much be Jaycee! Our new Monster girl! And a very sexy girl at that!” She said with a big smile on her face “thank you. that’s so kind of you to say! sorry I’m a little nervous!” I said quietly. “Oh don’t worry doll, they are going to love you! They're already waiting! Go on!” She gestured down the hall and Healy started walking. “Thanks babe! Let’s go clubbing soon!” She said with excitement to Cindy and we walked away. I followed her down a few halls to a big wooden door, my heart pounding. Healy opened it and I followed her inside. I felt like I could hardly move.

The room was large, the whole opposing wall was one large window. There was a large conference desk by the door, but behind that was a few leather couches, a large tv and a full bar. I didn’t expect how nice everything was. There were several men all sitting and talking on the couches.

As we entered the room, their attention shifted to us, and they started to get up to meet us. They were all so tall, so well built, and all in very nice suits. They looked like men most women would fantasize about.

“Hey Haley! Great to see you girl!” One guy spoke, his deep voice filling the room. He walked over and gave her a hug. His huge size made Haley seem so small. “It’s always great to see you sir!” She spoke as she hugged him back. Her face slightly blushing. She clearly liked him. “This is Jaycee! The winner of the MEGE! Jaycee this is Greg! He’s my boss's boss's boss!! I actually didn’t expect you to be here today sir!” She blushed more as she spoke. “I happened to be in the building. Jaycee it’s so nice to meet you! You are so pretty! Haley did a great job picking you!” He spoke as he shook my hand. My hand was so small I’m comparison. “Thank you sir! I’m very happy and grateful for this opportunity!” I hardly squeaked out, my heart racing and I could hardly breath. I felt so small and weak compared to this man, and he looked at me with lust in his eyes.

“We are always happy to expand on our beautiful promo girls! They all look so sexy and keep people looking in our direction. They also keep the guys happy and satisfied, so they can focus on kicking ass at their jobs. I have no doubt that you will meet our standards. Why don't you give us a little twirl.” Greg commanded, his deep voice filling the room. All the other men standing behind him, staring at me with lust in their eyes too.

I nodded my head and slowly turned around. “Stop.” Some man's voice rang out once my back was to them. I froze in place. “That’s a very nice ass girl, move it a little!” The same mystery voice commanded. My heart racing, these big strong men demanding I turn them on with my body. I DON'T EVEN LIKE MEN!! But I knew I had no choice. I slowly and smoothly wiggled my ass, swaying my hips back and forth, desperately trying to recreate videos I’ve seen of girls doing this. I had no idea how well I was doing, but I just hoped they didn’t hate it, so they wouldn’t fire me and send me to jail!

I just kept dancing, it felt like it was a long time, maybe a minute or two. No one spoke, and I couldn’t see anyone to even gauge their reactions. Finally, I heard a man’s voice, “Thank you, Jaycee, you can turn around now.” My heart was racing so fast! I slowly turned. They were all staring at me, lust still full in their eyes and they each and a noticeable bulge in their pants! OH MY GOD, THEY ALL HAVE HUGE COCKS! My eyes widened with shock, I felt gross, embarrassed, humiliated, and objectified.

Haley spoke up, breaking the silence with her sexy voice, “She's very sexy, right boys?” All the men seemed to agree. “So we have everyone’s approval?” She continued. They all seemed to still be in a trance, they just responded with yes. “Great! Then I’ll take this little slut to go get some sexy, fun, new clothes! We have a tight schedule! We’ll see you all later!” Healy said as she started to practically push me out of the room. I was happy to leave, it felt like if I were to stay any longer something bad might have happened.

As we walked out the door and down the hall to the elevator, Haley whispered in my ear. “I could tell you were getting very nervous, and I know you’re still a virgin, let alone even sucked a guy off yet! So I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, most of the time that “interview” gets very, um, “physical” let’s say. I don’t think that’s how you would like to lose your virginity! But we'll help you lose that thing very soon, don't you worry girl!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I’m so incredibly thankful that Healy was looking out for me. That would have been terrible, but I still wasn't looking forward to having to be sexual with some guy! “Thank you so much Healy! Yeah, I wouldn’t have liked that very much.” I whispered back as we got in the elevator. My nerves shaking from the thought of what could have happened. We met the other girls back in the lobby and walked back out to the car.

I was shaken up by what had just happened, but that seemed to fade away on our long drive to LA. There was lots of traffic, but the ride was filled with good music and great conversation with the girls. I really felt like I was starting to become their friend. I just fit in with them so well. We were on our way to a shopping trip of every girl's dream, but I knew it was the final step of sealing my fate of becoming a girl forever. This is the final step to make this real.

We arrived at our first stop. We had to park down the street and walk to the shop. I still felt so valuable and noticed all the men checking me out and cat calling at me. I was so humiliated and embarrassed! As we rounded the corner, there in front of the store, were close to a dozen beautiful women who all looked incredibly sexy, and we all dressed scandalously. I knew right away these must be the rest of the Monster Energy Girls.

As soon as one of them spotted us, they all started yelling and jumping with excitement. They came rushing toward us, the sound of all of their heels clicking was almost overwhelming. They swarmed us with hugs and excited comments to make. It was like being in the middle of a sexy bee hive with all the greetings being exchanged. They all wanted to meet me and introduce themselves to me personally.

I tried to be as friendly and as enthusiastic in return, but I was torn with the fact that I will be working with these stunning sexy girls that id love to fuck. The fact that I would never be able to to fuck them, but instead be fucking men right along with them broke my heart. I tried to keep myself from totally falling apart as we entered the store. The next few hours were a blur as we went from store to store with these beautiful women swarming around me thrusting outfit after outfit of sexy women’s clothes for me to try on. I don’t know exactly how many clothes and shoes they bought me, but I know that every single thing I would have fantasized about some slut wearing for me to fuck. The whole day just flew by, and before I knew it, we were back at our house and the girls were flooding my room helping fill my closet with my new clothes.

After they all helped me complete my new closet, we had food ordered in, and it was like a huge party but just with those sexy girls. I felt like I just fit right in I got along with all of them so well and if I forgot about the tight leather dress and heels I was wearing, I felt really comfortable with all of them. We all had some drinks and some gossip, and it was actually pretty fun.

The evening had just flown by and when I finally realized it was after two in the morning I decided to call it a night and head up to my room. Most of the girls had either left by then or found a place in one of the spare rooms or couches to sleep. Six or seven girls were still up when I said goodnight to the rest of the girls. At the top of the stairs, I peered into the spare bedroom and saw five girls sleeping on the same bed, clearly all passed out drunk. Kayla popped her head out of her room, she was wearing a super sexy nightgown that hardly covered any of her body. “Hey, what did you think of your first girls' day?” She spoke sweetly.

“It was a lot of fun, you girls really know how to party!” I said with a sleepy smile. My feet were killing me from these heels, but I was getting turned on just looking at Kayla in her lingerie. It's my second night here and my second time being this close to a super hot girl dressed like she’s in a porno. I could hardly believe it! “You look so sexy.” I just blurted out, realizing my voice sounded just as girly as all the other drunk girls complimenting each other all night. “Aw thank you so much! I love this outfit. I wear it when I’m feeling horny! If there was a guy here, Id let him do whatever he wanted to me! I’m sure you know the feeling!” She spoke in a quiet, almost seductive tone. It was arousing me so much. It must have been my drunk mind not thinking clearly, but I slurred, “What about me?”

She seemed too drunk to understand that I was saying that she could let me fuck her. Instead, she seemed to think that I also wanted to get fucked by some guy with her. “That could be fun, us both sharing the same hung stud, taking turns railing us both! Don’t worry, I’m not too selfish, I’m pretty good at sharing, I don’t just totally hog the guy! Rumor has it you're still a virgin?” she smiled and winked at me as she started back into her room. “You better practice with that toy we got you! If you can’t get it all the way down your throat you really won’t cut it as one of us. I’m going to go play with mine. I suggest you do the same. Have fun girl! Good night!” She said in a very sexual voice as she closed her door.

I slowly entered my room, for some reason I was both horrified but also totally turned on by what she said. My little micro dick was leaking precum. I entered my bathroom and started the hot water for the shower. I slipped off my heels and put my hair up into a bun. I took my leather dress off, and admired the smooth feel of it in my hands. I actually kind of liked wearing it all day, the constant feeling and reminder of is sexy and inviting texture was kind of arousing. I see why most of these girls were wearing leather of some kind. It looked super sexy and felt super sexy.

I got in the shower and carefully washed my makeup off my face. My mind was racing about the whole day, but the words of Haley and Kayla promising my lost virginity in the near future repeated the most. I was terrified and dreading that day. I dried myself off and slipped into bed naked. I reached over and opened the drawer with the massive dildo inside. I picked it up. It now represented the rest of my sex life. The sooner I become ok with that, the sooner my life will improve. But that was a lot to take in. I'm in no way interested in sleeping with a man! I was too tired and too drunk to think anymore. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

—Katierosedreams Og Cap

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