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shawtuzi · 2 days ago

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✰ YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK ✰

a/n: i’ve been getting a lot of requests for more musician!eren and his fav fan girl and this is also ur reminder to go read the reverb series bc we would not be here without her

cw include: black fem!reader, sexting, exchange of nudes, mention of drug usage (eren was high per usual), sloppy kissing, oral f&m!receiving, unprotected sex, mating press & prone bone position, see from the side, multiple orgasms, eren nuts in and on her lmao, lots of dirty talk, an ‘i love you’ confession bc they’re so obsessed with each other, eren has a god complex andddd i think that’s it lmao/// wc: 5.2k

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

i’m in the city. i wanna see u.

the cursor of your laptop circled around his message, a giddy smile spreading across your lips. you clicked on the message, your manicured fingers typing messages upon messages of how much you missed him, and couldn’t wait to see him.

it had been almost a month since you last saw eren. after your sexcapdes on his tour bus eren had invited you to join him on his pj to the next city, and you had no other choice but to say yes! that dick was entirely too good to pass up.

you can happily say you’ve now joined the mile high club, because the second you got on the jet eren demanded privacy so he could indulge in you once more. you were sure jean and his security team could hear your screams of pleasure, the way you begged for eren to fuck you harder, deeper, but you didn’t care in the slightest.

after turning his bones into mush from your ridiculous riding skills, eren returned the favor by fucking you in mating press until your eyes crossed, and drool was slipping past your puffy lips.

your night in his hotel went the exact same way. eren folded you into every position he could while you chanted his name like a prayer, soaking the hotel sheets with your essence. he liked you. he liked the way you had just as much stamina as him. he liked that you were just as nasty as him, like how you stuck your tongue out for him to spit on, or how you begged him to put you in a chokehold while he hit it from the back.

what he really liked about you though, was the way you looked at him. eren already a sort of god complex, and you definitely didn’t help the way you looked at him as if he created the moon and stars.

after a very tearful goodbye on your end you headed back to your city, but that didn’t stop you from texting everyday. sometimes he replied, sometimes he didn’t because of his busy schedule. he always did call you though, usually it’d be past midnight but that didn’t matter to you—especially when he’d always say bye to you by tapping his tip against the screen, muttering a sultry ‘we miss you.’

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

i miss u too mama.

send your addy, i’m coming to you.

you squealed into the soft cotton of your sheets, your sock covered feet kicking wildly against your mattress. thee eren yeager was about to come to your lil ol’ apartment, like this couldn’t be real.

you carefully typed out your address, your toes wiggling in excitement. you shut your laptop and rolled out of bed, quickly shuffling your feet to your closet.

you figured he’d have you out of your clothes minutes after he got here, so you settled on ditching your pajamas, and wearing just your pink robe.

message sent to renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

are u gonna do all that stuff you said in your messages?

you pupils dilated when the gray bubble popped up, your teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. eren texted you a lot of dirty promises, making you squirt on his dick in the prone bone position being the one you were most excited for.

whenever you were bored at work, or before you fell asleep at night, you’d imagine him having you in a tight chokehold while he fucked into your sore pussy from behind. that usually led to you sending eren explicit videos of your rubbing your pulsing pussy desperately, whining n’ babbling about how you wish it were him making you cum instead.

eren would only make it worse by feeding into it. while he recorded himself stroking his cock, he’d be growling out filthy praises about your cute cunt and how good she’d feel wrapped around him.

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

you’ll see

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just know i’m ready, been thinking about your pretty pussy all day.

a whine bubbled in your chest as you zoomed in on live photo of his very prominent print. his tatted hand was gripping onto it, and if you clicked on it, the live photo would show him squeezing it softly. the cuban chain on his wrist glistened obnoxiously from the flash—you couldn’t wait to the feel the cold metal against your neck when he choked you.

you loosened the knot on your robe, exposing your breasts more than they already were. your nipples were peeking out, giving eren just the perfect peek to what is to come.

message sent to renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

hurry up :((

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while you were giggling to yourself, eren was gripping his phone in frustration. he needed you, now. ever since he last saw you all he could think about was you. your face, your scent, your voice, your pretty moans. he was totally smitten.

“we’ll be arriving shortly,” the driver said in a monotone voice. eren hummed, unlocking his phone to tell you he was almost there.

he was thankful you didn’t leave in the city, the last thing he would want are fans or paparazzi invading your privacy. but it was california after all, and unfortunately there were rumors he was seen at a hotel with a mystery girl, but he made sure his team squashed those rumors from circulating any further. fame can be intense, he’d be crushed if his lifestyle scared you away.

“m’not sure how long i’ll be here so, uh, just tell jean i said don’t wait up,” eren’s tone was cool as he spoke, but inside he was actually excited to see you. he pulled his hoodie up, scoping the scene before stepping out of the car. as eren walked towards your apartment building he heard—

‘psst! up here!’

he slowly looked up and there you were, standing on your balcony, wearing nothing but a robe and a pair of slippers. your hair gently moved with the light breeze, and you had the giddiest smile on your lips—this shit felt like it was a scene out of movie.

you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for eren to make it to your door, and finally you heard three knocks. you couldn’t deny that you were nervous—he was a celebrity after all. someone who was known globally and loved by many, he was just a very intimidating guy.

the second you opened the door, you were yanking him in by his hoodie, your chests clashing together. “damn girl, miss me?” eren grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. you bit your lip, looking at him with nothing but swirls of love and lust in your eyes. “yeah, i did.” eren nudged his nose against yours, blindly kicking the door shut behind him and locking it.

when he heard the click! his lips were on yours, a strong scent of vanilla and jasmine hitting his nose. “w-was the flight here okay? you look tired,” your hands cupped his jaw as you examined the under his eyes. you way you looked at him and touched with such care, as if it were natural, had eren feeling things. weird things. he always told others he’d probably never fall for a fan yet here he was, leaning into your touch like a lovesick puppy.

“yeah it was fine. just been a busy week is all, but don’t worry about that. it’s good to see you. you look good. i look this robe on you.”

when he smiled you saw flashes on gold on his teeth, and that had a gush of wetness dripping from your pussy. “thanks . . . i like your grills. like a lot.” eren breathed heavily through his nose when your thumb ran over his bottom lip, getting a closer look at the grills.

you whined when his lips smushed into yours again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. you parted your lips, and he wasted no time slithering his tongue into your mouth, groaning when your tongue swiped across his grills. “take this shit off,” eren’s fingers fumbled with the strings on your robe, slowly pushing it off your shoulders when the knot was undone.

you puffed your naked chest out, giggling because you had left eren utterly speechless. he stepped closer to you, and then closer, and closer until you were backed up against the wall. “i’d try to keep my legs steady if i were you,” his breath was hot on your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

your hands pushed against his hard chest when his hand pushed between your thighs, his ring and middle finger dipping between your folds. “y’know i had to postpone so much shit because i just couldn’t go another day without seein’ you? doesn’t that sound insane? we barely know each other, yet i just can’t get you or this pretty pussy outta my head.”

your lips trembled, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rolled around you swollen clit. “g-good. i did what i was supposed to do when we fucked then,” your words had eren groaning, his head dipping into your neck to kiss and suck at the sweet smelling skin. he kissed his way down your neck, and eventually your chest, taking his time as he rolled his tongue around each nipple.

he kissed the skin above your naval, smirking at the hello kitty jewelry pierced into the skin. “such a pretty girl, knew you were special the second i saw you in the crowd,” and it was true! out of all the fans that were in the audience, you caught his attention the most. the cheered the loudest, knew the words to every song, and you looked damn good sharing a blunt with your friends as you sung along to his songs.

your back slumped against the wall when you felt his hot tongue circle your clit, his hands snaking behind you to grab at your ass cheeks. every slurp and suck had your legs shaking, so much so that eren just said fuck it and threw your knees over his shoulders.

he was a sloppy eater. his tongue switched from french kissing your clit, to fucking into your clenching hole, all while moaning drunkenly against your pussy. you weren’t scared to rough him up either, your hands tangling themselves in his hair and fucking his mouth. “m’so close renny.”

that only encouraged eren to increase his assault on your clit, flicking the bud back and forth until your thighs were clamping around his head. wave after wave of your cum coated his tongue, and eren happily lapped up all of it. god, you were fucking sweet.

you gasped when eren lifted you off his shoulders, “w-wait stay close to me.” eren nearly lost his balance when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his slim waist. out of instinct eren cupped your behind, holding you closely to him. “i wasn’t goin’ nowhere mama, now where’s yours bedroom?”

you gave eren directions to your bedroom, all while you were kissing his neck and jaw. “it’s cute in here. it’s really . . . pink,” eren chuckled as he looked around your room. what caught his attention the most was the mountain of plushies on your bed, all varying from sanrio characters to anime characters.

he laid you down gently on your bed, smirking at the pout on your glossy lips. “thank you. now drop your pants m’hungry,” your pink, freshly pedicured foot pressed down on the bulge in his sweats, then pushed against his abdomen. eren lifted your foot up and kissed your ankle, “whatever you want baby.”

eren shed his hoodie and sweats, leaving him in a white wife beater and briefs. you eyed the small, wet patch stained into his briefs, your mouth watering at what was hiding underneath. you sat up, your arm hooking around his thick thigh to pull him closer. eren’s head tilted back when you mouthed at the print in his briefs, your tongue lolling out to lick at the wet patch.

your teeth clamped onto the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down until they were mid thigh. eren’s jaw dropped the tiniest bit when you nuzzled your face into his cock, your tongue peeking out to lick at the base. “c’mon. open that pretty mouth,” his tongue ran over the gold on his teeth as he watched you like a predator stalking its prey.

your mouth parted once more, sucking the tip of his cock in your mouth. you hummed around the muscle, your mouth watering at the salty, yet very sweet taste of him.

“let me fuck your mouth, pretty girl. open up,” you whimpered around eren’s dick as he pushed more into your mouth, strings of saliva dripping from your lips and onto your thighs. your tongue rubbed over the protruding veins on the underside, this earned you a pat on the head, followed by eren cradling your jaw. his thumb ran over the bulge in your cheek, “you’re so pretty.”

you took more of his cock into your mouth until your nose nudged against soft tufts of hair. suddenly you felt a hand squeeze at your throat, the action had you choking around his cock, fat tears now running down your cheeks. “ooou shit, that was tight. do it again for me, baby.” he squeezed at your throat ever so softly as he fucked it, his head tilting back out of pure pleasure. seriously, where have you been all his life.

your cheeks hollowed around his dick, sucking harshly until he had to pull you away by your hair, a thin line of spit still connected to your lips. “mmph, hang your head off the bed. you know what to do.”

indeed you did. after a night of dirty texting you found out that eren was quite fond of throat fucking—especially if a girls head was hanging off the side while he did it. there was something about hearing those violent gags and chokes that had his balls tightening every time he thought about it.

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, even though you’ll just get messy literally all over again, and laid down on your back, your head hanging slightly off the side. eren took this opportunity to grasp at your tits, flicking your pretty brown nipples with his thumbs. the cool metal from his rings had them hardening in seconds.

“mm so pretty, now open up gorgeous,” eren tapped his tip against your lips, chuckling when you stuck your tongue out to get the exact same treatment. he rubbed the tip of his cock over the curves of your lips, before running it over your tongue. you greedily swallowed the pre that dribbled onto your tongue.

without warning, eren thrust his hips forward, sheathing more than half his cock down your tight throat. hot tears already began to brim at your lash line as he began a steady pace, the obnoxious noise of you gagging echoing throughout your room. “mmph, good lil fuckin’ throat. you’re fuckin’ perfect y/n ‪‪❤︎‬” eren’s head tilted back in a moan, his adams apple bobbing.

he preferred his head very sloppy, and you were perfect for that. you didn’t mind the spit bubbles that foamed up at the corners of your lips, or the snot that trickled from your nose. you were fine with all of it. all just to please him. his hips stuttered when your hand reached up to toy with his balls. “fu-ck yeah, play wit’ ‘em while you suck it. that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

his praise had your heart fluttering, and your pussy drooling with need. you were perfect for him. that’s all you could’ve asked for.

your nails dug into eren’s muscly thighs when his hips pushed forward, forcing the entirety of his cock down your throat. you suddenly felt something warm in the back of your throat, and hummed. it wasn’t until you were choking pretty hard that eren pulled out, his half had cock resting on your face. your thighs clenched together when the musky scent that was him wafted into your nose.

“heh, cute. you ready for me to fuck you now mama?”

your tongue ran along his cock, savoring the taste of him, “i love your dick ren, could stay here forever.” eren’s head tilted back as you sloppily kissed all over the base of his cock. he was fully hard once again in no time, the veins on the underside thrumming against your puffy lips.

he backed up to give you some room to get up, only for you to yank him back again. you propped your chin on his hard stomach, batting your freshly done lashes up at him. “what position you want me in renny, m’all yours please tell me what to do.”

there was that look again. that fucking look. that look where you stared at him like he was reason for your very existence. “i’ll do anything you want,” you murmured, pressing little kisses all across his abdomen. you whimpered when eren used both hands to grip your jaw, forcing your gaze at him.

“i think i might love you.”

he didn’t know what kinda fucked up shit this was but he didn’t even care, he loved it. he loved . . . you ❤︎

his pretty lil fan girl. his number one fan. someone that would kiss the ground he walked on if he asked. you were perfect.

“that’s really sweet renny, but i think you’re just high and tired,” you giggled, teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. “you sayin’ you don’t love me back baby?” eren grinned, moving one of his hands to your throat, squeezing rather roughly. he needed to hear you say it, even if you didn’t mean it.

“of course i love you ren. loved you since you first debuted, i knew i had to get my hands on you. now look at you; in my very pink room, telling me you love me because im the best you’ve ever had.”

he couldn’t even object or give snarky remark back because unfortunately you were right.

his hands moved to your shoulders, gently pushing you back.

“i may be high, and i may be a little tired, but i do know that i really like you.” his teeth nibbled on his bottom lip as his hands wandered across your naked body.

“well good. i don’t ever wanna see anything about you and other girls in the blogs again or i’ll block you ‘kay?” eren was laughing until you interrupted him saying a monotone ‘i mean it.’

he leant over you, his chain dangling over your face. his thick brows were pulled together, and if you looked close enough you could see the pout on his lips. of course he’d only see you, but the thought of getting blocked by you had his heart tightening. “i only want you to myself from now on, can you handle that superstar?”

eren gasped when your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. his dick sat right between your sopping folds, the tip nudging deliciously against your clit.

“fuck, yes. yes i can handle it, i can’t handle being blocked by you though. best fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever had y/n ❤︎. don’t break my heart like that,” he rocked his hips slowly, coating his cock in your essence. you had him right in the palm of your hand and god, it felt so good. “don’t make me write some corny love songs about you, because i will.”

“would that really be so bad? i wouldn’t mind having a song written about me.”

“i’ll write one for you anyway, i’ll write ten fucking songs about you and this pussy, shit,” eren’s nostrils flared the tip of his cock accidentally slid into your pussy. he couldn’t help but just bottom out completely, his balls sitting snuggly against your ass.

your mouth parted, a breathy moan slipping past your lips. “mm, do it. i dare you renny.” eren just moaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut. heaven. this was heaven.

“i will baby, i will. i pr-promise.”

each time he pulled out a loud squelch followed. you sucked the cross attached to his chain in your mouth, whimpering around the cool metal. eren settled for fast, deep thrusts, the angry tip of his cock bumping harshly into that spongy spot deep inside you. “so fuckin’ hot. you’re so fuckin’ hot,” eren was damn near panting like a dog, his tongue dangerously close to dangling out of his mouth.

your body moved up slightly with each hard thrust, your breasts bouncing wildly in his face. the sharp canine part of eren’s grill grazed your nipple, his hot tongue coming out a second later to soothe the sting. “you smell so good, y-you’re so good.” embarrassingly enough eren’s thrusts were already getting sloppy. he was close.

“are you about to cum? hm? gonna nut in my pussy ren?” all eren could do would moan, his face nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck. you sobbed out eren’s name when he pushed your knees up, the angle of his thrusts reaching deeper inside you. he licked his thumb, bringing the digit to your swollen clit.

“c’mon baby, make that pussy cum. wanna feel that shit.” your legs shook violently as you second orgasm of the night hit you. eren fucked you through it, growling out curses each time a steam of your cum hit his lower stomach. his cock slipped out ad second later ribbons of cum were painting your tummy in thick, white strands.

eren’s head fell forwards, wispy strands from his disheveled half up, half down bun tickling his forehead. “shit, m’still hard girl. you’re gonna kill me,” eren’s hands cupped your face, smushing his lips against yours in a clash of tongue and teeth.

he pulled out briefly to turn you around on your tummy. “i’m gonna borrow one of those real quick,” he murmured, tatted hand reaching above you to grab one of your many plushies. he arched your back, placing the plushie underneath the pudge of your stomach. “comfortable mama?” his nose nudged against your cheek, his lashes tickling you.

“yeah . . . put it in.” eren tapped the tip of his cock against your clit before slipping in, groaning at the warmth that welcomed him. he yanked your hair back, exposing your neck. “o-ohhh fuck,” your eyes rolled into the back of your skull when eren’s bicep hooked around your neck, putting you in the perfect chokehold. not too tight, but not too lose either. his strokes were slow, but deep, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge on his dick against your sensitive walls.

“this what you wanted the most right? always talkin’ about my muscles, you satisfied now baby?” all you could do was moan pathetically, nodding your head rapidly. “you’re g’nna make me cum again renny, y-you’re gonna make me cum!” your feet kicked wildly against the bed, tears free falling from your cheeks and onto your sheets.

eren grunted, tightening his hold on your neck, “do it.” your body thrashed beneath him, shaking violently as your orgasm hit you in intense waves. the soft cotton of your sheets was basically rubbing your clit raw, adding way more overstimulation than you needed.

eren’s thrusts were relentless, his pace never once faltering as you came. he pressed his hips snuggly against your ass, rolling his hips until you were clawing at the sheets. “keep fucking me l-like that, god yes!” eren groaned, pulling his hips all the way back before slamming back in.

“thas’ right baby, m’your god. your everything,” his teeth nibbled at your ear, licking over the shell of. ugh yes he was your everything :(( you loved him, you adored him, you were his biggest fan. you’d do anything for him if it meant you got fucked like this on a regular.

“hah! ah! ah! o-oh shittt,” you sobbed out, tears soaking your chubby cheeks. eren cursed under his breath when his dick slipped out, a stream of your cum following seconds after. you clawed at the sheets, trying to get out of his grip, but eren kept you steady, shushing your whines with kisses.

“no more renny,” you whimpered, your face nuzzling into the crook of his bicep. “ngh, you don’t mean that baby,” he cooed at you, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

eren laid on his side, pulling you close to his chest. his heart was beating so fast, it felt like he was high. this must be what people call being ‘pussydrunk’ because he swears if he was asked to speak a full sentence he’d fail.

he lifted your thigh up, slipping his cock between your folds. your body quivered, arching against his chest. “you wanna be my girlfriend? c’mon i know you wanna say yes, just say it,” you didn’t even have time to process his words before his tip was slowly sliding in. the question must’ve been good right? you’ll just say yes.

you squeaked out a yes! when he bottomed out, your backside pushing against his pelvis. he couldn’t believe you actually said yes, he couldn’t believe he actually even asked you that. what were you doing to this poor man?

eren hiked your thigh up, starting up a fallow n’ shallow pace. his lips crashed into yours, moaning into your mouth with a scrunched up face. “we’ll figure somethin�� out, you just—just gotta be mine.”

“i will renny—hah! all i’ve ever wanted is to be yours.” your thighs clamped around eren’s wrist when you felt his fingers strum against your clit. most people would look at you like you were nuts for even accepting such an offer, but they wouldn’t understand. you’ve loved eren and his craft since he first debuted six years ago. his music got through some of the hardest times of your life and for that you were eternally grateful to him—so yes, you’ll worship the ground he walks on and love him like no other.

his free hand shimmied underneath your back, wrapping around your waist. god he was so fucking close. he needed you as close as possible.

“cum with me mama. i’m about to nut, c’mon take it, take it, take ittt,” his hips pushed up against your backside one last time, emptying his balls inside you for what won’t be the last time tonight. he just needed a breather.

your body thrashed against his as you came with a scream. eren covered your mouth, whispering filthy praises in your ear as you rode our your high. he stayed snugly inside you, caressing your stomach with light touches.

it was silent for ten minutes as you both caught your breath, eren not once loosening his grip on you, he didn’t even pull out when you turned around to face him.

“you meant what you said right? about me being your girlfriend?” eren cracked an eye open and was met with your brown ones staring right back at him. was he sure about this? i mean the man didn’t even really know you like that but . . . fuck it, why not. he shrugged, brushing his hair out of his face. “yeah, as long as we keep it on the dl for now. i got a lot—”

“that won’t work.”

eren’s brows furrowed, “what do you mean that won’t work? you’re not in charge here at the end of the day.”

two days later . . .

‘breaking news! well known musician eren yeager was recently seen out shopping in beverly hills with what looks like a new boo! my, my look at all those shopping bags, seems like this girl has got our boy whipped! we believe this is the same girl he was seen with, about a month ago, heading into a hotel in chicago. fans are buzzing like crazy trying to find out who this mystery girl is! it seems to be she has no social media, but never fear my sources are working day and night to find out who she is! until then this is . . .’

jean shut off the tv, pure anger radiating off of him. “you wanna tell me what that’s all about? who the fuck even is this girl—”

“i’m his girlfriend,” you came from around the corner, wearing nothing but one of eren’s shirts. you approached eren from behind, where he was sitting on the couch, a bored look on his face as usual. he visibly relaxed when he felt your hands massage his shoulders. “yeah, she’s right. as of two days ago we’re official.” eren turned his head to press a kiss to the top of your hand.

“eren, you still have the international leg of your tour to do! there’s no way you can focus on that with a distraction—” eren let out a long sigh, his head flopping against the back of the couch. “jean, you’re really not talking about shit i wanna hear right now.” he just wanted to spend time with you, granted you both had been holed up in his hotel room for two days, besides the random shopping trip you just had to go on.

you weren’t a fan of keep your relationship a secret, hence why you made him take your ass the most expensive strip mall you could find. you’d never shopped in a luxury store that was completely empty until eren made his security clear the area so you two could shop in peace. he had so much power over people, it turned you on a lot.

“she’s not gonna be a distraction. she’s gonna come on tour with me, and keep me company. i’d ask if was a problem, but i really don’t give a shit. i pay you entirely too much for you to be bitching at me like that.”

jean’s mouth parted, but no words came out. it wasn’t uncommon for eren to talk to him like that, but it was certainly new to have an audience watching.

you combed your fingers through eren’s hair, frowning at the annoyed look on his face. “is there anything else you wanna discuss?” eren’s ring clad finger tapped against the couch impatiently. jean looked at eren, then you, then back to eren, and back to you. “ah, no. i guess that’ll be all eren.”

“i need you to schedule me a session at the studio, m’workin’ on a new song,” eren called out just as jean was about to shut the door. “dumbass better have heard me.”

he looked up at you through his lashes, “i know i sound a little harsh, but if you’re not an asshole to that guy he’ll run you over. only reason he still has a job is because he’s damn good at it.”

you shrugged, making your way around the couch to sit on eren’s lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i don’t care about none of that. now tell me about this song you’re writing! what’s it about?”

“i think you know what it’s about, mama.”

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captainmalewriter · 22 hours ago

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The Jock Spell

With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy(?) stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me?”

A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy Nguyen was just an average nerd with nothing particularly remarkable about him. He had a deep interest in all things fantasy-related. He graduated from college with relatively high marks and worked as a science teacher at his old high school. It wasn’t an exciting life by any means, but Jeremy was content with his simple, happy life.

Aside from his usual nerdy hobbies, Jeremy had also started regularly hitting the gym ever since the new year rolled around. Sure he couldn’t lift more than 10 pounds and got tired after only about 8 minutes of light cardio, but it was the thought that counts. Not that it really mattered to Jeremy anyway. He wasn’t interested in becoming a full-blown gym rat or anything like that. Jeremy only started exercising so that his doctor wouldn’t give him yet another lecture about his health during his yearly physical.

Jeremy pulled up to the gym one early afternoon. He normally went to the gym at night due to his busy work schedule as a teacher. However, thanks to an obscure local holiday, the schools were closed and he had the day off. Jeremy decided to switch up his usual routine and work out in the afternoon instead. He walked inside, did his warm-up stretching, and began his workout with some light hammer curls. The gym was surprisingly very packed that afternoon, especially compared to how empty it was at night. There were people everywhere!

As Jeremy continued his workout, he noticed his gaze kept coming back to one particular man just across the free weights area from him.

The guy was absolutely jacked from head to toe! Standing at 6’2” tall, he made a lot of other people in the gym look tiny by comparison. Jeremy watched with great awe as the muscular Adonis hit shoulders with dumbbells he could only ever dream of lifting off the ground, let alone work out with!

However, despite the man’s amazing physique, Jeremy wasn’t attracted to him. He never liked the muscular look in men. Wasn’t really his type at all. Yet at the same time, Jeremy couldn’t stop looking at him for some reason. The man looked vaguely familiar. Jeremy racked his brain but couldn’t place his finger on it. It was weird. He tried ignoring him and just focusing on his workout, but then the man did something that made him remember exactly who he was. Near them was an overweight man who was struggling to get through a rep with just the barbell. The man watched him from afar and sneered like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was that cocky smirk that made bad old memories come flooding back in.

The man’s name was Jared Taylor.

That name and the arrogant smile that came with it haunted Jeremy for most of his teen years. To put it shortly, they had the stereotypical high school jock bully/scrawny nerd relationship you see in movies and TV. Jared loved teasing and making fun of others. Especially quiet nerds like Jeremy who played Pokémon in class after already finishing their work. Needless to say, Jeremy hated Jared with a passion. He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bastard when they graduated and went their separate ways. Jeremy went to study chemistry while Jared continued playing for some college football team.

Jeremy never would’ve expected to see his former high school bully back in town. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Jared recognized him (you would think he would after tormenting him for 4 years…) Plus, Jeremy always went to the gym during the nighttime anyway. He wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Jared Taylor ever again!

Or so he thought.

Much to Jeremy’s dismay, he kept seeing Jared every time he went to the gym. It didn’t matter if he went late at night or early in the morning before work, Jared was there— working out with some of the heaviest dumbbells the gym had to offer.

Jeremy tried shrugging it off as mere coincidence, but his patience grew dangerously thin with every passing day he saw him. Jared’s cocky smile. His dominating presence. His haughty laugh just screamed, “I’m bigger, stronger, and just overall better than you!” Jared was already bad enough in high school, but he had only seen to have gotten worse with age!

Then, on a random Saturday, Jeremy decided he had finally had enough. It was time someone stepped up and knocked the arrogant asshole down a peg or two. And who better to do it than the nerd he loved bullying every day?

And so, Jeremy devised a plan to rid Jared of the one thing he loved more than trolling: his muscles. Jeremy scoured through his massive collection of fantasy books and trinkets, searching for the magic he would need to pull off his plan. There were plenty of naysayers who didn't believe in magical powers, but Jeremy was never one of those muggles. He believed in magic ever since he was a kid and never stopped, even as he grew up.

After extensive searching, Jeremy finally found a very old book of spells from back when he used to play D&D. The book puffed out a cloud of dust as Jeremy opened it for the first time in forever. An eerie smile emerged on Jeremy’s face as he read up on a spell designed to reverse a character’s stats and build. It was exactly what he needed to get revenge on Jared.

Once he memorized how to perform the spell, Jeremy left for the gym that same night. Just as expected, Jared was there too.

Luckily for Jeremy, the gym was empty that Saturday night, save for about a dozen people. The fewer potential witnesses, the better.

Jared was busy hitting shoulders in the free weights area. Jeremy positioned himself so that he was just across from him in the cardio section. He had a clear shot of him. Once he was sure there was absolutely nobody watching, Jeremy set his plan into action. He used his fingernail to scratch the tip of his pointer finger until he bled out a couple of drops, then smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Once that was done, Jeremy focused on his target and recited the spell.

aketay awayyay isthay ansmay onfidencecay ybay urningtay imhay intoyay ethay ingthay ehay ateshay ethay ostmay

Jeremy’s finger shined a brilliant red as he finished casting the spell. A beam of light shot out of him as soon as he recited the last syllable, heading directly towards Jared. Jeremy smiled maniacally, knowing he was finally going to get his revenge after years of torment, though unfortunately, his pleasure was only short-lived. His smile faded as he watched Jared bend over to pick up a dumbbell, causing the spell to miss its intended target. Instead, the light hit the mirror, ricocheted, and hit Jeremy square in the chest, knocking him off the treadmill.

God-DAMN IT!! How could I mess up such an easy shot!?

Jeremy writhed in agony. He couldn’t believe his plan failed just because of a little timing slip-up. Red with embarrassment, Jeremy forced himself to get up despite the great pain he was in. As he rushed over to the guy’s locker room to hide himself, the spell activated.

Jeremy held his arms to his stomach as an intense wave of nausea washed over him. A strange warmth was radiating from his torso. His walking speed slowed as Jeremy found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. Low groans and growls escaped his mouth as his chicken legs exploded with body mass growth. It felt like his legs were on fire! The muscle fibers in his legs broke down and grew back rapidly until he had legs as strong and thick as a horse. Confused at what was going on, Jeremy looked down and audibly gasped when he saw his upper body transforming right before his very eyes.

His chest puffed out as his pectorals grew and grew until he had a nice, firm set of daddy milkers. His shoulder span nearly doubled in length as the muscles in his back rapidly tore and regrew back within a matter of minutes. His arms thickened and hardened with muscle mass too. His once pencil-thin arms had become absolute cannons with biceps the size of melons and veins throbbing with strength. With a set of washboard abs to boot, Jeremy had become an insanely ripped bodybuilder— completely unrecognizable from his former skinny and weak nerd self.

“Nnnn… What’s happening to me…!?” Jeremy huffed out a moan as forced himself to keep moving. He powered through the transformation pain and made it to the locker room where he could be alone. With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me? And since when did I become so… Jacked?”

Jeremy’s shocked expression morphed into a grin as he inspected his new body. Although he was never a fan of the muscular jock look, his tone quickly changed now that he was the buff one admiring himself in the mirror. He was practically purring with delight as he ran his hands over his arms, savoring the feeling of new, firm muscle on his body. Jeremy's original nerdy personality began fading away with every flex of his new muscles, leaving space for his new cocky gym bro attitude.

Then, wanting to get an even better look at his body, Jeremy stripped down to just his underwear.

“Heheheh… Just LOOK AT MY MUSCLES BRO! I’M A GREEK GOD NOW!”

His voice boomed with newfound confidence as he spent well over half an hour just checking himself out. As he struck the double bicep pose, a sudden head pain brought Jeremy back down to reality.

“Huh? What the hell am I doing?” Jeremy thought to himself. He massaged his forehead as he thought about the answer to his own question. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions about who he was began to pop up.

“Who am I? What’s my name? What do I like? What do I dislike?”

He thought long and hard, but couldn’t find anything. It was like his own brain had been enshrouded in a deep fog. He kept thinking and thinking until for a brief moment, he had a glimpse of what seemed like an old memory. He was… Jeremy Nguyen? And he liked… video games, anime, and fantasy books—

He shook his head. There was no way that description was right. He wasn’t a fucking nerd. Far from it. He took a deep breath and tried remembering his identity again. This time, the correct info came flowing in like water.

His name was Isaac Nguyen and to him, working out wasn’t just a hobby but a lifestyle and a passion. He played football both in high school and in college, then dedicated his time and energy to bodybuilding once he graduated. His body was like a golden medal to him. It was his pride and joy, and he loved nothing more than getting a good pump and flexing in the mirror whenever he had the chance.

With his new identity securely established in his mind and spirit, Isaac stepped out of the locker room to finish his upper body workout for the day. As he made his way to the free weights area, he noticed some scrawny dude with glasses struggling to curl a 10-pound dumbbell. Isaac had to stifle a laugh as he walked past him.

“Heh, can’t even lift the beginner weight, what a fucking loser… Bet he spends all his time playing video games with his other dork friends. God, I can’t stand these kinds of dudes…”

As Isaac finished that thought, he ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh shit, Jared! Where ya been, bro!?”

“Long time no see, man! Looking swole as always, big guy!!” Jared responded.

The two men pulled each other in for a bro hug. As they pulled away, Isaac felt himself hating the man he just shook hands with. It was weird. Like he had some sort of deep-rooted resentment against Jared. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Isaac and Jared were best bros since they joined the football team together back in freshman year of high school. They were basically the kings of the school back in the day!

Yes, that’s right… Isaac was a jock, just like Jared. He had always been one. Never a nerd.

Never.

#male transformation #male tf #permanent change #mental change #muscle tf #nerd to jock #personality change

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thehighladywrites · 2 days ago

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Interview me

pairing: ceo!rhysand x secretary bimbo!reader

summary: life is hard and you need a job to stay alive. naturally, you apply at a simple job at a company you know nothing about. Well, except for the fact that your boss is a smokeshow.

warnings: swearing

amara’s note: i’m so fucking hyped for this series guysss i have so many ideas hihihihihihihi

explore azriel’s bimboverse !

explore cassian’s bimboverse !

“Shit, shit, shit—I’m soooo not gonna make it!”

Your heels clacked dramatically against the glossy, stupidly expensive floors of an even more expensive skyscraper. Ugh, why did life have to be so unfair? You were made for luxury, not working, but apparently, rent and shopping sprees didn’t pay for themselves. So, you had reluctantly applied for a simple, cute little job—being the personal secretary for some CEO.

You sprinted toward the elevator, practically flinging yourself inside just as the doors were about to close.

“No—wait! Please hold it!”

A man’s hand shot out, stopping the doors. You stumbled in, panting, before beaming up at him.

“You’re very nice! Thank you, mister!”

You didn’t notice the way his eyes slowly dragged down your body, lingering on your barely-buttoned white blouse and tight little skirt that hugged every curve.

“Yeah, no problem, sweetheart,” he said, voice dripping with something you were too busy fixing your hair to pick up on. “You work here?”

“Oh, um, not yet! I think I’m actually gonna get fired before I even get hired because I accidentally overslept. My alarm is sooooo weird.” You giggled, fixing a strand of hair.

He chuckled, pressing a button. “What floor?”

“The top one! I’m here to be the CEO’s secretary.”

His smirk widened, his eyes practically devouring you. “Oh yeah? Lucky guy. He’d be a damn fool not to snatch you up.”

You blinked, confused. “Huh? I mean I haven’t got much experience, not sure he’s be that lucky.”

His creepy grin didn’t falter. “Yeah. Sure that’s what I meant.”

The elevator dinged, and he stepped out onto his floor, but not before leaning in just a little too close.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you around, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and sticky.

The second the doors shut, you frowned to yourself as you went up the floors until a ding took you out of your trance.

A slim, tall, stupidly beautiful redhead stood before you, clutching a neat stack of papers. She looked so put together—her sleek bun, her expensive-looking glasses, her perfectly ironed blouse. Ugh. She totally looked like someone who knew how to do her job.

You, on the other hand, were still reeling from the sheer luxury of this office. The marble floors, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the rich people smell. Was this really where you were going to work? Oh my god.

The redhead cleared her throat, clearly unimpressed with your gawking. “Ms. L/N? Mr. Rhysand is ready for you.”

“Oh! Right! Yeah, of course!” You smoothed down your skirt and stepped forward—business wear was so not your thing. It totally oppressed your usual style and it made you look too corporate-y.

The redhead sighed. “This way.”

You nodded, flashing her a big, dazzling smile as you followed her down the hallway.

“Mr. Rhysand is a very busy man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

She gave you a slow, judgmental once-over before scoffing. “And maybe try dressing like a professional instead of a hooker.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Oh… is this too much?” You glanced down at your outfit, genuinely puzzled. “I thought it was classy. It’s Massimo Dutti.”

The redhead’s expression didn’t change. “Just don’t waste his time,” she muttered before turning on her heel and walking away.

Shrugging, you smoothed down your skirt and took a deep breath before pushing open the office doors. Whatever. You looked cute, and that was what mattered.

You stepped into the office, heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Your breath hitched as you took in the sheer luxury of the space—floor-to-ceiling windows stretching across the entire wall, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The furniture was sleek, dark, and expensive, the kind you only saw in glossy magazines.

Rhysand stood by the windows, hands in his pockets, suit tailored to perfection. The late afternoon light poured in behind him, casting his tall, broad-shouldered frame in a golden glow. His dark hair was effortlessly tousled, and when he finally turned to look at you, piercing eyes locking onto yours, your stomach did a little flip.

Oh. Oh fuck.

You were pretty sure you forgot how to breathe for a second. He was stupidly handsome. Very young and very attractive. Sure, he looked older than you but still. You had expected a greying man to be the big boss.

“You’re late.”

His voice was smooth and rich—like honey and sin wrapped in silk.

Your lips parted slightly. Right. The interview. Not staring at your ridiculously gorgeous potential boss.

“You’re… young.”

Rhysand’s brow arched. “Excuse me?” His tone was warm, maybe even amused, but his expression remained unreadable.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, I mean—I just—I meant to say there was something wrong with my alarm. I swear I’m not usually late!”

Heat crawled up your neck. His voice alone had you all flustered, and the way he was looking at you? Yeah, this was bad for your focus.

Rhysand hummed, watching you for a moment longer before nodding toward the chair in front of his desk. “Right. Let’s begin.”

He walked over, effortlessly graceful, and leaned against the edge of his desk—half lounging, half scrutinizing as you sat down, smoothing your skirt.

”So,” Rhysand leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his thighs as he studied you. “Tell me why you think you’re the right fit for this position.”

You straightened, flashing him your brightest, most confident smile. ”I’m very organized! And great at, um… scheduling things and answering phones! I’ll do whatever you want and need.”

Rhysand’s lips curled slightly, the hint of a smirk playing at the edges. His violet eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched you, head tilting just a fraction.

“Whatever I want and need?” His voice was smooth, dangerously amused.

You blinked, nodding obliviously. “Yep! I’m super dedicated. I’ll make your coffee, organize your files, take notes, remind you of meetings—oh! And I’m a great assistant. I’ll be there when ya need me.”

Rhysand let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “That’s good to know.” His gaze swept over you, lingering just long enough to make you squirm before he leaned back, arms crossing over his chest again.

“So, tell me, what do you know about this company?”

Shit. You knew absolutely nothing. His eyes narrowed, clearly seeing right through you. Damn it. You only had one option left. You flashed him a saccharine smile. You’d charm your way out, even if it was tacky.

“I’m sure you’re doing super important work, Mr. CEO. I’m just here to support you in all your very important tasks,” you said, stalling and distracting him with your charm.

Of course, Rhysand saw right through you. He could see right through your game, but he let you believe you were in control. You were quick, clever, and undeniably sweet—something about it intrigued him.

“Well,” he said, leaning forward slightly, clasping his hands together on the desk, and trying to hide the amused smirk that was growing on his face. “You certainly sound like someone who could handle the demands of my busy days.”

Not really. There were at least a hundred more qualified candidates he had interviewed, all more experienced and better suited for the job. But Rhysand wasn’t interested in any of them. He did what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.

His smile softened slightly as he leaned forward again, arms crossed. “You’re hired,” he said, his voice deep and steady. “You start tomorrow.”

You blinked in surprise, but then your smile brightened as you stood to shake his hand. “Thank you! I won’t let you down!”

Rhysand’s grip was firm, his thumb brushing lightly over your wrist. A small, knowing smile curved his lips. “I don’t expect you to. I don’t expect mistakes, nor do I tolerate them.”

There was no malice in his words, just quiet confidence—like he already knew you’d be just fine.

You swallowed, nodding quickly as he slid a sleek manila envelope across the desk, along with a heavy, expensive-looking pen. You hesitated for only a moment before pulling out the papers, scanning through them quickly.

Your breath hitched.

Your eyes widened as you reread the number, making sure you hadn’t misread. That much money—for what? Just following him around, keeping his schedule in check, answering a few calls, and being… supportive?

Woah.

Trying to mask your shock, you steadied your hand and signed where needed before sliding the papers back toward him. You stood, reaching out to shake his hand again, this time with newfound excitement.

Rhysand clasped your hand in his, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. His smirk deepened slightly. God, he’s enjoy this.

“Welcome to the job.”

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fadedtoneverland · 2 days ago

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[12:24am] silver & sin | j.wy

cw: smut, gn!reader, bad boy!wooyoung, dom!wooyoung, wooyo has a dick piercing, woo is reckless & pushing reader’s patience

this filth came into my mind out of nowhere. remember to listen to your partner’s concerns, this is strictly fantasy!!

thinking about bad boy wooyoung… who is a little too reckless for his own good. when going into the relationship with him, you knew your life was about to make such an interesting turn.

it’s not like you could talk wooyoung out of most of the dumb shit he’s done, and you didn’t really mind that much as long as he didn’t get hurt too much. that’s what drew you to this enigma of a man in the first place.

sneaking down in the abandoned subway to spray paint some anti-capitalist mural? hell yeah. getting high off of shitty marijuana to make out in his jet black honda civic? absolutely. as long as he didn’t get hurt.

which is why you were completely against the idea of him getting his dick pierced.

your man’s already got that sexy lip ring and seductive ear studs. but down there. baby, his cock was sculpted by the gods so good, that they probably nutted from their own creation. he didn’t need anymore modifications.

“but babeeee, it would feel so good!” is what he said. you can’t lie, that sounded a little tempting.

you almost caved too. seeing your normally stoic, cold-faced boyfriend, practically groveling at your knees because he wanted to stab an extra piece of silver through his baby maker, it kinda amused you.

but you were better than that, that’s what you told yourself. you didn’t want wooyoung to deal with the healing process, and the possible infections that came with it. even though this little punk pouted, he listened to you. he didn’t want to upset his lover after all.

though after that, you guys stopped having sex for weeks.

at first, you didn’t think much of it. wooyoung claimed he was busy with planning events with his usual gang. you didn’t pry too much into it, considering you know how outgoing your man is. plus, you were also occupied with your own plans.

still, the moment wooyoung initiated some fun activities with you through neck kisses, how could you say no?

it was steamy. spicy. just the way you liked it. you both were getting soooo into it. you were all over wooyoung, straddling his lap and kissing him like crazy. he teased you for being so needy, but can he blame you? you practically went months without him inside you.

he made you keep your eyes on him the entire time, said it was for the mood. you didn’t second guess it, just gazed into those seductive, onyx eyes while he undid his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his aching erection.

“come sit on my cock, baby,” he sighed breathlessly, like he’d die without you getting fucked by him. you complied, kept your eyes on him the entire time while you sank down onto his perfect, thick cock.

only… something felt a little different this time.

as you slowly rocked your hips, little puffs of air leaving your kiss swollen lips, you couldn’t ignore the little, metallic sensation that dragged inside your inner walls. you frowned a little, and wooyoung seemed to notice, judging by how he chuckled deeply at your face.

“mmmh, took ya long enough to notice, honey.” wooyoung slurred out lustfully, bucking his hips upwards to make sure you really felt it.

you froze.

“you got your dick pierced??” you hashed out, voice strained from disbelief and pure pleasure. wooyoung’s smirk widened. the little shit.

“guilty as charged.” he smugly said, hands gripping your hips tighter.

“so this is why you’ve been putting off having sex? because you were letting it heal-!?” you choked up, feeling the prince albert drag sinfully across your velvety walls. “you— you’re fucking insane-!”

thrust.

you moaned. long and loud. that felt way too fucking good.

a triumphant smirk made its way to wooyoung’s face. “what’s the matter, doll face?” he teased, fucking into you from below.

“don’t like it?”

you glared down at him, trying to save face while getting absolutely destroyed by his cock and new silver jewelry. you can’t believe it, this fucker ignored your warnings and got the one thing you told him not to.

and the worst part? he’s fucking winning, because your joke just keeps clenching around his shaft so tightly every time the piercing brushes against that sweet spot.

wooyoung groaned loudly.

“damn, baby. you’re so fuckin’ tight—“ he moaned, shamelessly loud. “mmmnghh… might have to get m’nother one if you’re gonna be this responsive..”

and fuck. a sick little part of you hopes he does.

because this sensation was just too good to let go.

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#ateez #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #jung wooyoung smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #ateez drabbles #ateez timestamps #smut fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop bg

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topluvr · 2 days ago

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Pranking them

bigbang x reader

A/N: This is was inspired by a fic i saw on here i can’t find the @ though :(

summary: doing the calling your boyfriend/husband ‘friend’ prank on bigbang members.

warnings: None just flufff

wc: 1.2k+

❦choi seunghyun (T.O.P)

You were currently scrolling through tiktok, seunghyun was currently in the kitchen getting snacks for you both as you were watching a movie.

As you were scrolling you came across a tiktok video, a girl was pranking her boyfriend by calling him her friend on a call.

You thought it was a funny idea and decided you were going to do this to seunghyun, as he’s not on social media you knew he wouldn’t know what you were doing.

You could hear him heading back into the living room so you put your phone to your ear and you start pretending to speak to someone.

“It’s so nice to hear from you, how are you doing?” You speak pretending to act interested.

Seunghyun walked back into the living room with snacks in his hand, he placed them on table before sitting down on the couch.

You place your legs on his and tell him you will only be a minute, he nodded his head at your words and he began to slowly rub your legs.

“Yeah i’m doing good thank you, just about to watch a movie with my friend.” You say trying to hold in a laugh, seunghyun didn’t react so you decided to add a little more to the prank.

“I would love to meet up just send me message when you’re not busy.” You smile into your phone, you look up to see if seunghyun was listening but his phone was in one hand and his other hand was still rubbing your legs.

“Alright i have to go, don’t want to leave my friend waiting any longer.” You say slightly louder so seunghyun could definitely hear you.

His movements stop at your words, you smirk slightly glad he’s now aware of what you said. You end the fake call and place your phone next to you on the couch.

“Sorry about that, let’s watch the movie now.” You say picking up the remote.

“Who was that?” He hummed.

His eyes were still locked to his phone screen. “Oh just an old friend, he’s back in town and he wants to meet up.” You replied calmly.

His jaw clenched before his hand gripped onto your legs. “mhm” Is all he let out, You giggle deciding to tease him a little more.

“Why don’t you find us a movie to watch friend.” You laugh, his head whipped towards you he had a serious look on his face.

“You’re not funny.” He said grabbing your ankles and pulling you down the coach slightly, he got on his knees and hovered above you.

“I’m sorry babe it was just a prank.” You pout looking up at him sweetly. “Well now i’m going to show you just how good of ‘friend’ i am.” He smirked crashing his lips onto yours.

❦ Kwon Ji-Yong (Gdragon)

Jiyong was currently in the kitchen cooking for you two so you could have dinner. You were sat on a stool in front of the counter in your kitchen.

You usually sat with him whilst he cooks to give him some company but you also like being in his presence especially when he’s been busy working.

“Okay baby, try this.” He smiled walking over to you with a wooden spoon in his hand, He put the spoon to your lips and you opened your mouth and collected the food from the spoon.

“It’s yummy.” You hummed licking your lips, he smiled and walked back over to the stove to carry on with the food.

Your phone buzzes so you reach over and get your phone to check. It was a message from your best friend she sent a video with the caption ‘Do this to jiyong😂❤️’.

You curiously click on the video and let it play. Once the video started playing your best friends face popped up on the screen and she was explaining how she was going to prank her boyfriend.

The prank is to pretend you’re on the phone with someone and say that you’re with a friend when you are with your partner.

You giggle at the video and decided you were going to do it to jiyong. You went onto your settings and clicked the phone ringtone button.

“Hey (y/f/n), how have you been.” You speak with the phone to your ear, jiyong’s back was still facing you, his hands still stirring the food on the stove.

“Oh i’m just with my friend at the moment, i can hang out tomorrow though.”

You see jiyong’s movements stop for a second but he gets back to whatever he was doing once you continue to speak again.

“Yeah Me and my friend are just going to have some dinner, what are you doing.” You smile trying not to let out a laugh.

Jiyong’s body whipped around at your words. “Hey i thought i heard you say friend.” He said with a stern look.

“One second i’m just on the phone.” You whisper to him. “Yeah sorry sorry my friend keeps talking to me.” You smirk looking at jiyong.

He walks closer to where you’re sat and puts his head closer to your phone. “SHES WITH HER HUSBAND.” He yelled into your phone.

You push him back slightly away from you. “Ji stop.” You giggle. “No no I am your husband, baby. don’t you forget that.” He smiled kissing your lips.

❦Kang Daesung

You’ve been seeing this prank all around online and you wanted to do it to your boyfriend daesung, you don’t usually do pranks on him often so you thought this would be perfect.

You decided you were going to send a voice note instead of doing the call everyone does.

You and daesung were currently over at a friends house for some food and to catch up, You enter the living a sit down next to your boyfriend.

“Hey my love, everything okay?” He asks smiling at you. You nod and come up with an excuse for the prank, you told him your sister was messaging you non stop about something.

For a couple minutes you pretend you’re messaging your sister then you decide you’d send a voice note.

“Can you please stop messaging me, i’m next to my friend and he can see everything.” You say speaking into your phone, after that you put your phone away and got into your friends conversation.

A couple hours went by and you completely forgot about the prank you pulled on daesung, he’s been silent for a while and you’re now starting to feel a bit worried.

“Hey, you okay.” You ask him whilst grabbing his hands. He nods a yes at your words and pulls his hand out from yours.

“Dae tell me what’s wrong.” You softly speak, he huffs before turning to you. “Why did you call me your friend on the message you sent to your sister?” He quietly spoke.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Oh my god i’m so sorry that was just a prank i forgot i did it.”

He pouts at your words, you lean in and grab his face. “I am sorry dae.” You whisper before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

You place another kiss on his head, then you move on to his nose. “What are you doing?” He laughed looking up at you.

“Giving you kisses until i’m forgiven.” You smirk placing your lips on his.

Ending is a bit rushed oops but i’ve been so busy and had writers block but i’m back and currently working on some new fics💗💗

#bigbang #gdragon #t.o.p bigbang #t.o.p x reader #choi seunghyun x reader #daesung #gdragon x reader #gdragonfanfiction #fluff

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kuronarnze · 1 day ago

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a/n: no comments. Just love charles sm + enjoy the oneshot.

Charles Chevalier x Reader !

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Unusualness.

Charles Chevalier was used to attention.

Everywhere he went, people naturally gravitated toward him—drawn in by his golden hair, sharp features, and confident, teasing personality. He was charming, after all. A natural flirt, always throwing in a wink or a well-placed compliment that made people flustered.

But then there was you.

The quiet girl who always sat by the window, minding her own business, unfazed by his antics. While others melted under his gaze, you barely reacted. And that? That drove Charles insane.

So, naturally, he made it his mission to get a reaction out of you.

“Mademoiselle y/n,” Charles drawled as he slid into the seat beside you, his light yellow eyes practically glowing with mischief. “You look absolutely stunning today.”

You barely glanced up from your book. “You say that every day, Charles.”

“Because it’s true every day,” he shot back smoothly.

You sighed, turning a page. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

Charles smirked. “Why would I, when my favorite person is right here?”

You gave him a look—one that wasn’t annoyed, but more like… unamused acceptance. Charles was persistent. Too persistent. He had been like this since day one, constantly throwing compliments your way, waiting for the day you’d finally crack and give him the reaction he wanted.

But you never did.

At least, not in the way he expected.

Because one day, as he was going on about how lucky the school was to have “such a breathtaking beauty within its walls,” you finally spoke up.

“If I’m so breathtaking, why are you the one who’s always speechless?”

Charles froze.

You blinked at him, waiting for his usual smooth comeback, but it never came. Instead, he just… stared at you, lips slightly parted, his usual confidence nowhere to be found.

Oh.

Oh, this was fun.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you teased, tilting your head. “Did I finally win?”

Charles cleared his throat, leaning back as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “Mon dieu… You wound me, y/n.”

You smirked. “I thought I was breathtaking?”

His eyes flickered with amusement, and then—he laughed. A genuine, lighthearted laugh that made your chest feel strangely warm.

“You are,” he admitted, golden eyes meeting yours. “And that’s exactly why I’m speechless.”

Your smirk faltered for half a second. But Charles caught it.

And this time, you were the one who looked away first.

Much to his delight.

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hansoleil · 11 hours ago

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★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “GAM3 BO1”.

— wonu × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3314. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, gamer boyfie! wonwoo, some gaming slangs, orgasm denial, wonwoo sub, pain kink (?) & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was originally a birthday special!

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. wonwoo plays and also gets played with.

The excited exclamations your boyfriend made you listen to were countless, all of them referring to a special event that would take place in his favorite game. Wonwoo sounded like a broken record: he kept repeating and rewording all the details about how, apparently, this would be oh-so-great for him to accumulate EXP (or whatever he called it), also ranting about how legendary all the limited "skins" he would be able to earn in the meantime were going be.

Being completely honest, most of these words didn't make any sense to you, but Wonwoo was happy and that automatically meant that you were too — aware of how much of a geek your boyfriend was when it came to gaming, you always made sure to show support for his interests. Not to mention it was adorable to watch: the bright eyes that stared at you from behind his glasses while he used an endless amount of neologisms to explain the same thing for the twentieth time made him look like a little boy — you felt like melting because of his cute behavior.

Only this time, little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

It all started out pretty well. Wonwoo was calm, he never made much noise, even while gaming. You took advantage of his business to take care of yourself and deal with some personal projects that were on hold — it was the weekend, though, there wasn't much to be done.

Every now and then you made sure to pamper your boyfriend with some snacks and a few stolen kisses. The man's attractiveness when playing was hard to ignore. His face, which, in most cases, remained expressionless, barely showed any kind of tension and this diverged perfectly with how fast his fingers seemed to tame the keyboard and mouse in a truly experienced way. Wonwoo also didn't talk much, restricting his words to what seemed to be instructions regarding the game and some cursing under his breath followed by a much faster movement of his hands — it was entertaining to watch.

The hours started to pass by and you began to wonder how long, on average, these events usually went on for. You had even gone out shopping with some friends of yours, returning early in order to have dinner with your boyfriend — only to find Wonwoo in the same position that you had left him, claiming he had already eaten a few snacks.

Despite trying your best, it was hard to hide your annoyance. You didn't want to be excessive, but you were a little needy when it came to your boyfriend. On the weekends, it was almost a physiological necessity to soak in his affection — since you didn't see each other much due to your busy schedule. Wonwoo was very aware of this, and even though he didn't give up on his own hobbies, he always took some time to pamper you.

That being said, you didn't go long without trying to gain his attention. Deepening the stolen kisses and even asking to sit on his lap — wanting his touch at all costs. And still, the man's hands wouldn't leave the damn game alone. It was a frustrating (and even a little humiliating) situation, you didn't know if Wonwoo had developed some kind of "tunnel vision" or if he was just doing a great job of ignoring you. All you knew was that you were inconveniently needy and your boyfriend's nonchalant attitude only made the situation worse.

And modern problems required creative strategies. However, there was nothing extraordinary in your plan; in fact, it was quite simple: Wonwoo was attracted to you and you were attractive.

Checkmate, right? It should be.

Starring in your grand scheme was one of the clothing items you had bought on your trip to the mall. Originally, you didn't plan on wearing it today — wanting to save it for a more special moment —, but Wonwoo wasn't helping your situation, so you had to resort to it. The pajama set was short, it barely covered your body. The shiny satin fabric adorned with delicate lace-like material. The details didn't matter, though. Wonwoo certainly wouldn't pay attention to them. There was even a lingerie set that matches everything, but it didn't fit the plans you had in mind.

Initially, your boyfriend's closed posture made you hesitant to speak. However you were convinced you wouldn't gain anything by staying silent:

"Baby?", was audible enough. The dark-haired man reached for his headset, pulling it away from one of his ears and clicking a button right after — probably muting the microphone.

"Hm?", he barely moved, but his fingers didn't stop.

"I bought that set I told you about."

"Did you, honey? That's great.", you doubted he had actually heard you say anything.

"Aren't you going to look?", your patience, that was already on the verge of slipping through your fingers, ran out once your boyfriend glared at you too quickly for your liking — he certainly hadn't seen anything. "What did you think, Wonwoo?", it was a test.

"You look beautiful, honey. You're always beautiful.", the statement was immediate. He muttered a curse word, he probably wasn't doing well in the game.

"You didn't even see it!"

"But I'm wearing glasses, babe.", he argued — too focused to be able to reason that this clearly wasn't the problem.

"I know, but you barely looked at me.", whining, bother hiding your disappointment anymore. You hated not getting what you wanted — you didn't feel like sharing your boyfriend with his computer today.

"I need to concentrate, honey. Can you wait for me just a little?', sensing he was walking on thin ice, he forced a sweet tone. Not wanting to argue anymore, you threw yourself on the bed dramatically. "I'm back, I was talking to my woman.", Wonwoo said, reactivating the microphone, but not even the affectionate nickname managed to soften you.

The nickname, by the way, had an interesting origin. Wonwoo started calling you that very early in the relationship. At first, you even tried to question him — it could cause confusion for those who didn't know that you two weren't nothing close to being married yet —, only to have all your arguments dismissed by a "you're a woman and you're mine, so I'm right.". And the conversation ended right there.

Fed up, reminiscing this and other memories, you fell asleep, tired of uttering sighs that were increasingly drawn out and theatrical. After all, he didn't even seem to hear them.

[...]

Waking up to the sound of the shower, you were quick to assume that you had won: you'd finally have your man back. The familiar silhouette that walked through the bathroom door made your mouth water. The colored LEDs that adorned Wonwoo's entire set-up didn't provide good lighting for the room, but they were enough to let you see the droplets of water running down his abdomen and melting at the hem of the towel that adorned the man's hips. You couldn't even remember the reason you were mad at him anymore, in fact you didn't know if you were actually mad at him.

You watched Wonwoo get dressed in loose shorts and a random hoodie. Unconsciously, you moved away, making more space for him on the bed. Your whole body was vibrating, mind full of all the “fun” you would have together.

The look of disappointment on your face when the man walked over to his computer without even sparing you a glance was laughable.

However, you were stubborn. You decided to give him the benefit of doubt: perhaps he had simply forgotten his glasses or wanted to turn the game off... perhaps both.

All your expectations were buried by the incessant clicking of the keyboard combined with the almost inaudible murmur of your boyfriend's voice — who probably still thought you were asleep. The annoyance seemed to return three times stronger and, to make matters worse, it was accompanied by undertones of revenge. You no longer felt capable of 'letting it slide.

Wonwoo had made an essential mistake as a player: forgetting he wasn't the only one capable of playing — you could join the game if you wanted. You were the perfect opponent, keeping him in the palm of your hand if you were motivated enough. Having all the man's weaknesses tattooed in your memory, you knew very well which buttons to press.

With a whole plan in mind, you carefully snaked your way to his gaming chair — even yourself got surprised with what your mind could come up with in situations like this, especially if Wonwoo was the target. You hid a twisted smile, your expression giving way to a more sleepy one. The man was not startled by your sudden appearance, he seemed to be able to hear what was happening in the entire room, even with his headphones on.

You used the same lazy and innocent mannerisms as earlier to ask for cuddles again. The man gave you space to sit on his lap unconsciously, he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. That was excellent, you'd need this obliviousness to manipulate him. Besides, you knew that it wouldn't take much effort to have him where you wanted. Wonwoo was weak, you both knew that.

You started innocently, one or two kisses on his fragrant neck, the sweet aroma of the soap almost intoxicated you. You adjusted your position, your completely exposed crotch now sitting right on top of his covered cock — the thin layer of his shorts being the only barrier separating you. Maybe that made your intentions a little more obvious, since you earned a suspecting look from the man. You needed to be quicker, moving one side of the headset away, going straight to the point:

"You're so mean, Wonnie," you whispered as prettily as you could, hands going under his hoodie, the man's muscles tensed. "You didn't even give me attention today....", you nibbled on his ear, hearing him sigh — wanting to laugh at how sensitive he was. Your voice was soft, strategically choosing the side furthest from the microphone. "I spent the whole day thinking about you.", your sharp nails ran down his torso. "And I got so wet, Wonnie... I even had to change my panties."

"Bab-"

"Pay attention to the game, Wonwoo. Be quiet.", you warned and he huffed, remembering the damn microphone. "Had to play with my pussy until I came, babe. But it was so bad...", you whined, nails now too close to your boyfriend's pelvis. "I can't do it like you do, Wonnie. I can't go deep...", you slowly moved your hands away from his crotch, playing with the man's eagerness. "And you always go so deep, babe, always making me so full... I can still feel you when you're done.", your waist moved on its own, following the lascivious rhythm of the words.

It was ridiculously predictable you would end up as affected as the man, you just didn't imagine it would be so soon. Mind tormented by its own fantasies, you would even dare say that all the dirty talk was working more on yourself than on Wonwoo. You were shamefully wet, you could hardly believe it. Your boyfriend was to blame for all of this, if you weren't so in love with him you would say that your entire relationship only existed because you were dick whipped - something about him always throws you off balance.

"Answer your team, Nonu. I can hear them.", unable to contain your cocky smile, you listened to the chatter escaping through his headphones. You also didn't leave room for him to speak freely, nails running mercilessly along the man's chest — brushing against his sensitive nipples. Simultaneously, your waist didn't stop moving, grinding your pussy on the now evident shaft, you knew he could feel how hot you were.

"Fuck, I'll attack! Just wait for me to reload.", he rasped, his fingers moving in complete disorder on the keyboard.

"Such a good boy, Wonu. You look so cute being obedient.", you mocked. Wonwoo quickly let go of the mouse, just to give you a pinch on the waist — it was a warning, but you couldn't care less. "You don't like being obedient?", you giggled. He cleared his throat, a deep vibration reverberating throughout his torso. "Fuck, I love when you're like this, Wonnie.", rubbing your nose against the man's jaw, you noticed the smell of shampoo still hadn't left his body. "So dominant, yeah? But you get all weak when you're fucking me.", you left a short kiss on the corner of his lips.

You moved away a little so you could see the man's face, trying your best to not cover the screen behind you. Your hand sneakily got inside his shorts, it wasn't a difficult task to find the sensitive shaft. His heavy cock was leaking abundantly, ready to fuck you full.

"I was so horny earlier today, babe. So... Fuck, I came thinking about sucking you off, Wonnie.", the big body tensed, it wasn't hard to poke at his weaknesses. "You like it, right? Like when I swallow it all?", his eyes doubled in size behind his glasses, Wonwoo looked at you in disbelief. "What's wrong, love?", the question was rhetorical. "Do you want my mouth here,

Wonu? You're making such a mess in my hand... Want it so much...", your hand wrapped around his flushed length, jerking him off slowly.

The man's eyes almost closed. His waist forced itself against your hand, trying to fuck himself in the warm circle your fingers made. The clicks on the keyboard became increasingly spaced out. Wonwoo was biting his lips, it was so sexy to watch.

"But you were such a bad boyfriend today. I don't know if I still want to play with you.", you said, slowing down even more — still trying your best to be silent. His half-lidded eyes opened immediately, Wonwoo murmured an almost inaudible “please.”. The needy expression made your whole body heat up, he looked so defeated — you could see it on his face, he would do whatever you wanted.

"Wonwoo, Are your hands stuck in your fucking pants?! Use your fucking skill, dude.", an angry voice cut through the room, it was loud enough to reverberate through the headphones. Your boyfriend twisted his face in stress, repositioning the microphone near his mouth.

"Can't you fucking wait?! I got stunned.", he tried to justify himself, only now really paying attention to what was happening on the screen behind your body. You wanted to laugh, but you held it back. Squeezing his balls a little just to hear him choke out a broken sound — which he soon tried to hide with a fake cough. You returned to your initial position, now close to the man's ear.

"Why don't you compensate me, huh? Let me use your dick until I really cum this time? Do I deserve it, babe?", you asked, watching him nod in desperation. "Can I fuck myself on your cock until it hurts, Wonnie? Can I?", you almost moaned. Wonwoo thought he was going insane, he never hid how turned on your voice made him — and you had been using this information ever since you found it out.

Taking his dick out of his shorts as soon as he gave the green light to so. Your boyfriend tensed his abdomen, already overwhelmed. You made sure to spit in your hand loudly, just to see his cock spasm — also very aware of how dirty Wonwoo liked things to be. You sat on it without much care, he always opened you up so nicely. Fuck, you wish you could give it to him until he made you cry, but you had to contain your own impulses — having to follow through with your initial plan. His tip caused an uncomfortable pressure, you whimpered.

"I've wanted this all day...", you tried bouncing on it a few times, going slowly, taking him almost all the way out just to fit it all back in. All the teasing words got stuck in your throat — feeling so fucking good you couldn't even speak. The sensation intoxicated your brain. Heavy balls hitting the outside part of your pussy, making it clear he was all the way in.

You couldn't hold back anymore, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You panted against his lips, almost fucking your tongue inside his mouth. Your boyfriend sucked on everything, as hungry as you were. The glasses were annoying, but no one seemed to care, focused on the obscene kiss.

"Wonwoo, I swear to God...", a masculine voice sounded again through the headphones.

"Fuck it.", he complained, finally losing his patience. Wonwoo muted the microphone completely, pulling the headphones carelessly until they were hanging around his neck. The game could go to hell, he would give up anything for you.

His big hands finally freed themselves from the keyboard, going straight to your ass — he wanted to make you fuck yourself harder. You managed to get away from his grip, looking at him as a warning. He understood, placing his palms on the chair. His needy face was almost adorable, lips didn't even close, panting in a desperate way.

"Baby, harder, yeah? Just a little more...", you slowed down on purpose, now only grinding on it, filled to the brim. "Fuck, not like that... let me fuck you, please? Baby, please..."

"Make me cum, Wonnie.", you whimpered right beside your boyfriend's ear, he obeyed immediately. His skillful fingers soon got between your bodies, Wonwoo knew how to play with your body like no one else. He rubbed your little clit tenderly, pinching it every now and then just to see your body jump. "Just like that... Fuck, babe...", your body was already numb, but you still moved your waist quickly. Your head was emptying, but you felt so full. You wanted to have the strength to ride him harder, but your legs were already shaking. "Gonna fucking cum... Wonnie..."

Your weak body halted, soon convulsing in your boyfriend's lap. The sensation took over you completely, even letting out a soft chuckle out of pure pleasure. Trying to fight the sensitivity, you started riding him again — there was something you needed to finish. Wonwoo grunted softly, his eyes didn't even open anymore. Face frowned, body sweating, you could even hear his breath hitching. He was close, very close.

You felt his cock spasm, taking it as a sign to simply pull him out of you, without giving any warnings. Wonwoo was startled by the action, opening his eyes in a somewhat comical way. He looked at you completely confused, his mouth moving without knowing what to say.

Acid, you gasped loudly in an exaggerated way. Your mouth opened in a perfect "O", imitating your boyfriend's expression of surprise - as if you were as shocked as he was. Wonwoo looked at you confused, his lost eyes making it clear he didn't know what to do. It didn't take long for your “surprise” to fade into a mocking laugh.

"What's wrong? Did I interrupted you?", wicked, you fixed the glasses on his face - they were crooked, almost falling down his nose. You tried to get up from his lap and the man grabbed your waist in a possessive way, you stopped him almost immediately — hands pulling his own to place them on the chair again. "Don't even try," you scolded, eyes fixed on his pained face. Kissing his flushed cheek, you finally stood up. "Have a nice game, Wonnie."

The man's eyes were completely empty, he had never felt so disoriented. All his senses were heightened in an uncomfortable way. His cock throbbed painfully, leaking a sticky liquid. The voices through his headset were barely audible, while Wonwoo stared at the bright screen adorned with a reddish emblem that read "DEFEAT.”

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trashytoastboi · 2 days ago

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Heyyy could I request Zoro, Ace, Crocodile and Doffy with s/o who practices deadly martial arts(Krav Maga, taekwondo etc)

Hello anon! Sure thing- it's been a very long since I've had time to write any requests and the wheel of fate chose your request first. I hope you enjoy ^^

Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Crocodile, Doflamingo x S/O who practices deadly martial arts

(Gender neutral pronouns)

Roronoa Zoro - Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

⚔️ Zoro wasn’t exactly surprised when you went off to do your training, of course he had never seen it. Since you usually decided to do it alone and with full concentration. As someone who could appreciate those who dedicate themselves to their training and honing their craft, it was definitely a fascinating thing to watch. Especially when it’s different from his own training so he tries to see what he can learn from it as well.

⚔️ He’s interested and he’s seen you use it in actual combat, of course you’re not doing quite as much of the grappling when you don’t have a partner. It leaves him in awe when you easily take down far larger enemies with ease and expert use of your abilities, he knows it would probably be very hard for him to replicate considering that he lacks the necessary flexibility.

⚔️ You’ve explained that your particular practice allows you to even the playing field and give you an advantage in multiple ways and options to alter the flow of the fight in ways that would be in your favour. In fact you offered for Zoro to spar with you and experience what you mean, and before he could catch himself. He was already on the floor and near subdued. You did everything before he could even react

⚔️ Colour him impressed, granted both of you know he would have given a greater struggle had it been a real fight. This was more of a demonstration of what you could do though, and honestly Zoro feels reassured knowing his partner can take care of themselves. He’s always seen your dedication to your training and how tirelessly you work to refine your skills. Plus seeing it in action just proves that you’re plenty strong.

Portgas D. Ace - Taekwondo

🔥 Ace is a little bit of a lost puppy at times when he doesn’t know where you are, and he loves going off to find you. He’s curious as to what you’re doing and many occasions he walks in while you’re busy training. However, he won’t disturb you. He’ll sit quietly in the room and just marvel at what you’re doing. Ace loves seeing how focused you can be and how if you fail at one move, you practice it again and again to the point of absolute precision. Sometimes you start slow, almost as if moving in slow motion to get used to the flow of a move before doing it faster and faster till it’s flawless. Ace finds your dedication and utmost discipline for your martial arts to be truly admirable.

🔥 Sometimes you’ll invite Ace to spar with you, and he’s always more than happy. Ace also knows your strength, and your ability to quickly change with the flow of a fight and how you can turn the tides. He follows your lead, and never holds back. Many times he finds himself being the one led along as you dictate the fight in your own way. Through training with you he’s also learned so much about his own fighting style and a reflection of its strengths and weaknesses.

🔥 Will occasionally use sparring as an opportunity to lean in and steal a quick kiss from you. It’s probably the only time you intentionally let him slip through your defense. While in training it’s light hearted and sweet; Ace has seen you in action during fights against enemies. Whether one on one or when you get swarmed with a horde of enemies you always keep your cool and easily take each and every one of them down. It’s almost comical how easy you make it look. When you’re practicing, it’s controlled and looks calm but he often forgets just how intimidating your fighting style can get when the situation calls for it.

🔥 Honestly, he just loves how absolutely badass you look when you show off your skills. You’re not cocky or arrogant about your abilities, but you have confidence in them and for good reason. You put in the hard work and practice everyday and you are self assured with your skills. Ace finds it quite an attractive trait in his partner.

Sir Crocodile - Krav Maga

🐊 Sir Crocodile held a lot of interest in you. The things you like, the things you practice, and your hobbies. He’s invested even if he knew nothing about it. He always gave you the time of day and a space to share the things that meant a lot to you. One thing that held a lot of meaning to you- is your martial arts. You enjoyed moving your body and increasing your proficiency. It may have started as a way to increase your strength and protect yourself however it grew into more than that. An art as you called it. Of course most people who saw your martial arts could never deny how effective it was, it was not like other martial arts in having a slight bit more of showmanship. Crocodile liked your style, it was effective. The quickest point from A to B with no waste in between.

🐊 On more than one occasion he’s seen you fight, and it’s both intentional and instinctual. An odd combo but complementary and impressive as he’d always compliment you. He offers to practice with you, although you tell Crocodile he’s being too nonchalant. He always smiles and gives that low tone of laughter. He means no disrespect, he knows your strength however Crocodile refuses to lift his hands with any intent of violence against you. Even if it’s a spar that you asked for. You can’t berate Crocodile for that. On the few occasions when he has sparred with you, it’s mostly being swept into his pace while he practically pulls you into a dance.

🐊 Though day after day with unwavering dedication you refine yourself and your skills. Crocodile encourages you to take a day off now and then to allow your body to rest and recover from the physical exertion. You tell him it’s just your daily exercise and it helps prevent you from feeling stiff from lack of exercise. Crocodile respects your decision however he will force you to rest if he can see you’re taking it too far and burning yourself out.

🐊 While Crocodile didn’t wish to accidentally hurt you during sparring that didn’t mean he didn’t help you. You eventually hit a wall when you fought against logia-type devil fruit users like Crocodile so he opted to teach you how to utilize haki and fight on more even grounds. You felt so bad the first time you got it right because you decked Crocodile straight in the face with everything you had. You remember his black eye and everything. He was never angry or upset, more congratulating you on finally getting right. (You still felt so guilty though)

Donquixote Doflamingo - Muay Thai

🧶 You had no shortage of strong sparring partners, all of which used different fighting styles and some devil fruit users. It improved your skills a lot to fight against a variety, however the most challenging person was your partner, Doflamingo. He never held back, and would use every dirty trick in the book if necessary. Just when you thought you had a breakthrough with one thing, he’d stop you in another way. He loved your determination and no matter how he defeated you, Doflamingo watched you get up time and time again. Of course he’d make it up to you afterwards, he’d be oh so affectionate and teasingly ask if you’re still mad. Of course you weren’t upset, you improved tremendously with every fight. 🧶 Sometimes you’d have solo training sessions, times when you just wanted to train alone and reflect on your moves. You’d go right back to the foundation and the basics. Reciting the practice moves from when you first started and working your way back up to the more complex techniques and moves. Doflamingo quite enjoyed it when you were doing this, he’d sit and watch you for hours. Endlessly entertained but more than that, he’s intrigued to see your growth. He feels it every time the two of you spar, how you shift and change, adapt to him.

🧶 What Doflamingo loves even more, is watching you in an actual fight. A true do or die setting, that’s when you really shine. Your practice does contribute, however in sparring he finds your instincts dull- you know there’s no risk. However in a real fight that’s not the case and he watches you intently, when you showcase your true abilities and talents. You’re a well honed weapon by your own design, he finds joy and attraction in seeing how you leave your enemies devastated in the face of power. Power that you earned.

🧶 Of course if you’re in a pinch, he’ll help you out and tease you relentlessly about it. “Fufu, you needed my help after all?” Doflamingo does quite enjoy teasing you, though you’ve never been discouraged by it. You rather take what he teases you about as a point of constructive criticism and work on it so he can’t tease you again. In his own way he pushes you to do better. Although you sometimes get a little mad at his teasing.

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aegiton · 18 hours ago

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"last one, i promise"

pairing: bf!anton x gf!reader genre: fluff [616 words]

(𝘢/𝘯) 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦!! 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 100 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

your days with anton were never boring. almost every morning, your boyfriend found a way to make you smile the minute you woke up. whether it was waking you up with kisses, making breakfast, or even surprising you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers on your bedside table, your mornings were always filled with love.

you learnt what love truly meant when you first met anton. you weren’t used to being shown affection. compared to your past relationships, you were always the affectionate one — the one who fought for the relationship, the one who got left alone in the end.

but now, being with anton, everything felt new. being treated like a princess, having your love languages fulfilled despite his busy schedule, and even texting you throughout the day to let you know how much he missed you… it truly felt like you’d won the lottery of love.

your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to the side, seeing the love of your life observing you.

“why do you always watch me sleep?” “you look so peaceful. i can’t help but be in awe every time.”

anton had a way with words. he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. hearing that made you beam from ear to ear. your contagious smile spread to anton. the way his lips curled up, and his eyes closed a little… you knew how lucky you were to wake up to this view every morning.

you tried to get up, but you were instantly pulled back into bed. you giggled, knowing why anton did this.

“you know there’s nothing wrong with skipping work for the day, right? it’s the weekend; we should be spending time together,” he said, pouting.

as much as you wanted to stay home with him, you knew you needed the money. “anton, it’s a short shift. i’ll be back before you know it,” you tried to laugh it off.

you hated working on weekends, hated being apart from your boyfriend, and hated not being able to spend your day kissing and lying next to him.

9:15 a.m. you were running late. you had to force yourself out of anton’s arms to get ready for work. you knew anton was kind of upset about being left alone at home. you could easily picture him pouting while lying on the shared bed.

after getting ready, you ate the breakfast your boyfriend made you. he made sure you at least had a bite or two before you left.

“thanks, baby. i gotta go now. i’ll see you when i get back. i love you.”

you went up to him to give him your usual goodbye hug. the way he held you, you could tell he wanted you to stay home with him.

he caressed your face and gave you a soft kiss. “i’ll pick you up, okay? bring back those cookies i like.” you couldn’t help but give him another kiss. you tried pulling away, but anton purposely deepened the kiss and even left kisses all over your face.

“i have to go, anton.” you were pouting, and he knew you were running late, though he didn’t mean to hold you any longer. (he definitely meant to do it though). you hurriedly grabbed your belongings to leave.

you were unlocking the door when you felt him tug your arm from behind. it felt like those romance movies where the male lead would pull his lover into his arms.

“last one, i promise.” his plump lips met yours again. you felt him smile against your lips.

“maybe you’re right. skipping work today doesn’t sound so bad.”

you were truly, madly, deeply in love with anton, and nothing could ever change that.

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prettyangellllll · 2 days ago

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Nowhere but Here

Pairing: soft reader x rafe

Warnings: worried reader, injured rafe, mentions of violence and angst

summary: rafe had been ignoring your calls and messages getting you worries until you arrive home and find him bloody and bruised at your poarch waiting for you

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She had been looking for him everywhere.

The Wreck, the Figure Eight docks, that stupid stretch of sand where he and his friends used to post up and drink for hours. Hell, she had even swallowed her pride and checked outside Tannyhill’s gates, half-expecting to see his truck parked there like usual. But there was nothing—no sign of Rafe Cameron anywhere.

And the worst part? It wasn’t like he was just busy. No, it felt deliberate. Intentional.

Like he was ignoring her on purpose.

The thought sat heavy in her chest, a slow burn of frustration that twisted into something more desperate the longer she went without seeing him. They weren’t anything official, they never had been. But they weren’t nothing either. That was the problem.

The last time she had seen him, it had been after one of their usual fights. Sharp words exchanged between even sharper glances, his hand gripping her wrist just tight enough to make her breath hitch but not enough to make her pull away. Because that was the way it always went with them. Push, pull. Pull, push. Until one of them finally snapped.

And now, after all of that, he was just… gone.

By the time she got home, the sky had darkened into something ink-black and heavy, pressing down on her as she trudged up the driveway. She was exhausted. Defeated. She didn’t even want to think about Rafe anymore, let alone waste another second searching for him like some lost puppy.

But then she saw him.

Slumped on the steps of her front porch, head tilted back against the wooden railing, one arm draped lazily over his knee. And he looked—

“Jesus, Rafe,” she breathed, her stomach twisting at the sight of him.

Bruised.

His knuckles were split, blood crusted and dried along the ridges of his fingers. A nasty cut ran along the edge of his cheekbone, still fresh, and his bottom lip was swollen and busted. He looked like he had been through hell and back, and yet—

That familiar, cocky smirk still managed to find its way onto his face when he saw her standing there.

“Took you long enough,” he rasped, voice rough and ruined from whatever the hell he had been through.

Her jaw clenched. “Are you serious right now?”

She stormed toward him, her anger fueled by the sick worry that had been sitting in her stomach all day. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Rafe. I thought—” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what I thought.”

His smirk twitched, faltering for a split second before settling back into place. “Didn’t know you cared that much, sweetheart.”

She wanted to hit him. Or maybe she wanted to kiss him. It was always hard to tell when it came to Rafe.

Instead, she crouched down in front of him, eyes scanning over every injury, trying to ignore the way her hands ached to touch him, to make sure he was real. “What the hell happened to you?”

Rafe exhaled sharply, tipping his head back against the railing again. “Just a little disagreement.”

“Disagreement?” She scoffed. “Yeah, looks like you really won that argument.”

He chuckled, but it sounded more like a wince, his hand coming up to press against his ribs. He had to be hurting. Bad.

Her stomach twisted again. “Who did this to you?”

Silence.

His jaw tightened, eyes flicking away, a rare moment of hesitation that only made her heart pound harder.

“Rafe,” she tried again, softer this time.

But he just shook his head, exhaling slowly before finally looking at her again. And for a moment—just a moment—that mask of his slipped, and she saw it. The exhaustion. The weight of whatever fight he had been in. Whatever had been haunting him before that, too.

She swallowed hard. “Come inside.”

Rafe’s brows lifted slightly. “Didn’t know I was invited.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, standing and grabbing his arm to help him up. He winced but didn’t argue, letting her guide him inside.

The second they were through the door, she turned on him again. “You should go to a hospital.”

He scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Rafe—”

“Drop it, alright?” he muttered, dropping onto her couch like he had done a hundred times before, like it was his own damn house. “It’s nothing I haven’t handled before.”

Her jaw clenched. He was impossible.

But he was here.

And she wasn’t about to waste another second pretending she hadn’t been worried sick about him all damn day.

She moved toward him, grabbing the first aid kit she had stashed in the cabinet. “At least let me clean you up.”

Rafe eyed her for a moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, with a slow nod, he relented.

She worked in silence, dabbing at his cuts, patching up what she could, trying not to focus on the way his eyes stayed locked on her the entire time. It wasn’t until she pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball against the cut on his cheek that he finally hissed.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, hand twitching like he wanted to grab her wrist and stop her. But he didn’t.

She ignored the way her stomach flipped at the nickname. “Hold still.”

He smirked again, despite everything. “Knew you liked bossing me around.”

She rolled her eyes. “I liked it better when I didn’t have to play nurse for your dumbass.”

“Please,” he drawled, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. “You love taking care of me.”

She glared at him, but he wasn’t entirely wrong.

When she was finished, she sat back, arms crossing over her chest. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Rafe exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Some guys jumped me.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Why?”

He shrugged like it didn’t matter. Maybe to him, it didn’t. “Got on the wrong side of them.”

“Rafe—”

“It’s fine,” he cut her off, voice low. “It’s done.”

But it didn’t feel done. It felt like there was so much he wasn’t saying, so much he was holding back. And yet—

He was here.

Not anywhere else. Not with anyone else.

She inhaled sharply. “You could’ve called me.”

His lips pressed together, something flickering behind his eyes. Then, quietly—

“Yeah. I know.”

It wasn’t an apology. Rafe didn’t do apologies. But it was close enough.

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 1 day ago

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I Don't Care!: Pomfiore

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

Romantic Jealousy: Based on real or imagined threats to a romantic relationship. There could be a history of infidelity or flirtations; however, this could also be solely based on insecurities. Sexual/Suspicious Jealousy: Based on fears that a partner may have cheated or be engaged in inappropriate communication.

Does he get jealous?

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was aware that he had a jealous streak. Not that he would ever take it out on you. But he can't help his clinginess when Leona comes into the picture...

The two of you were sitting on the bleachers in the MagiShift stadium. You were the teams manager (through force and begging for you to help) so you came to watch them practice. Your job was mainly to keep track of everyone's time and keep score with Coach Vargas. Vil had no problem with the way you spent your time. You could do what you wanted when you wanted.

The problem he had was with who was consuming said time. You mentioned in passing how Leona 'wasn't that bad' and Vil couldn't bury the annoyance he felt. So he decided to join you today. Vil admired his glossy nails silently. Fingers outstretched before he sighed and glanced over at you. He watched as you clicked on a little stop watch, writing on a notepad numbers and names.

You were diligent with your task. Something he loved about you. A smile crossed his lips and he lifted his head. His eyes met Leona's, and he frowned. The beastman was standing on his broom. Arms crossed over his chest as some of the others raced back and forth chasing the heavy disc. They held eye contact before Leona clicked his tongue and went back to join his team.

"A tall child. How could I expect less." Vil grumbled to himself and moved closer to you. Watching the team circle around before returning you to his center of focus. "Oh my little sweet potato, after this why don't we go out?" He suggested as he pressed his lips against your temple.

A warmth filled your face as he continued to press kisses along the side of your face. "I'm not busy today. Why don't we have dinner tonight?" Vil suggested as he continued. You weren't sure what made him so affectionate. But you didn't mind it at all. You agreed with a smile, excited to leave your duties as the MagiShift manager for the day.

Rook Hunt

Rook has no reason to be jealous. He loves you with his entire being. But Azul does have a way with words...

"It is such a pleasure that you could join us." Azul cooed sweetly as he clasped his hands together. His eyes lingering on Rook. You sat at a small table with Azul, Idia, and Rook; your boyfriend. You had invited him to the Board Game club for a game of Old Maid. "Surely you will be bored joining us today... I know you would rather-"

"Non. I came on request." Rook shook his head, cutting off Azul as he motioned to you beside him. A smile on his face as Idia dealt the cards. Rook had been feeling uneasy ever since you joined the club. He was happy that you found a club that fit you the best. He liked Roi de Chambre. He usually liked Roi de Fort. There was a level of hostility in the air. Rook knew it was because he joined todays club session.

Azul must be fond of you. Rook could understand it, there was a reason why he quickly took you into his arms when he found the opportunity. The game of Old Maid was quiet. With just a glance, Rook could see that you had the Joker card in your dwindling deck. He didn't mind losing for you. "Let's see..." Azul hummed and his hand outstretched, reaching toward your hand. Rook's lips twitched into a frown when the merman's fingers brushed yours.

He took the Joker from your hand. Almost like he knew it was there. Rook worried that he was thinking about the situation too hard. The game was starting to feel strangely competitive. But not between the four of you. Just between him and Azul. He didn't want to get upset over a game. He didn't want to get upset over you having friends in your club. But Rook isn't stupid. And neither is Azul.

You smiled and continued with your turn, choosing to take a card from Idia who smiled to himself with a snicker, he was getting down to his last few cards as well. Rook didn't think he was capable of pettiness. At least he hoped he wasn't. But something in his brain screamed for him to play Azul's game. Something needed him to prove a point. And with that same calm smile, he reached towards Azul, and stole back the Joker card. "Très bien." He chuckled to himself as he quickly shuffled his cards around.

Epel Felmier

Epel already has his own insecurities. And that seems to become more apparent when Sebek opens his big mouth...

It was time for PE. Epel stood on the grassy field with his broom in hand. The sun was beating down and he had pulled his mop of lavender colored hair into a tiny ponytail. You were in the front, trying to steady yourself on your broom with Grim as the pilot. Sebek was right next to Epel, watching silently with a frown.

"The human is struggling..." He grumbled under his breath. Epel's eyebrow twitched. "They're fine." Epel didn't expect his tone to be so short. Maybe it was standing under the hot sun that was making him irritable. "You don't practice together?" Sebek asked softly and looked down at Epel, who gripped his broom much tighter. "I can tell. No need to explain yourself." Sebek grunted as Epel started to clench his jaw tight. The muscles straining in his face. Epel and Sebek didn't have many conversations unless you were the topic.

And you and Epel haven't told your friend group that the two of you began dating. It's only been a month. "I ain't ask for any opinions." He growled as the wood groaned under the grip of his palm. Before Sebek could retaliate, there was the sound of you and Grim yelping and a hard thud against the ground.

The students began to crowd around you as Coach Vargas blew his whistle. Waving everyone back to give you some space as Epel made his way to the front. Sebek was right behind him. You were holding onto your ankle. Grim's little paws were patting your shoulder as he fussed and told you it would be okay. "I'll take 'em to the nurse!" Epel offered quickly and Sebek clicked his tongue. "I don't think you can handle-"

"No one asked you!" Epel snapped as he kneeled next to you, lashing out at Sebek as the rest of the students either became silent or started to snicker. You looked shocked at the short outburst. A squeak passed your lips as Epel suddenly lifted you in his arms. Holding you with a small huff with no visible issue as he carried you all the way from the grassy field and to the nurses office. Grinding his teeth as he tried to let go of Sebeks mini commentary Epel never asked for.

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