#good on them though for the male nudity

[slashingdisneypasta]

'And for the record, in the Japanese version of the film, that is not my penis'

- Robert Englund in 'Hollywood Monster' on 'Eaten Alive'.

[wings-of-ink]

God-Cursed - IF

DEMO link below.

You were found as a newborn, clutched in the arms of your dead mother at the base of a tree. No family came to claim you, but the men who came to your rescue adopted you as their own and became the only parents you’ve ever known. Growing up in the village of Stonebrook, you never want for much, until the day you first fall ill. Life plagues you with a mysterious condition that no one can diagnose or cure. You never know when it will strike or if it will eventually kill you. Living between fear and hope as you age, you try to come into your own as an adult with the ever-looming threat above you. As years pass, your condition seems to improve, until a mysterious mark appears on your body and opens up new questions.

It appears that you’re marked for death with no answers as to why, and your only chance to survive is to go out and seek them.

Journey through the land of Iroda, a fantasy world where the gods have abandoned their people and magic no longer prevails as it once did. Something is brewing that may change this world forever, and you’re in the middle of it, though your role is a mystery you must solve. Wanted dead by some and alive for mysterious purposes by others, you just want to survive. With the help of a few friends, find the answers that you need, and make your choices.

Customize your character’s looks, gender, sexuality, and personality. Choose to pursue someone in romance, friendship, or as simply a means to an end.

For those aged 18+ only.

Potential triggers/topics of sensitivity include, but are not limited to:

Swearing and adult language

Violence

Blood, possible gore

Injury, sometimes severe/life-threatening to the MC

Animal death (natural) and in reference to self-defense and food

Optional sexual content (explicitly detailed)

Nudity

Touching (non-sexual) without specific consent (this work is not written with specific touch-aversions in mind)

Chronic illness with severe symptomatic episodes

Childbirth with complications resulting in death and allusions thereof

References to pregnancy for side-characters and MC’s birth mother

Death (human, unnatural, accidental)

Abduction of MC (possible feelings of helplessness and fear)

Religious trauma

Cults

Depression/Anxiety/Panic

Nightmares

Disparaging thoughts

Substance use and references/use of alcohol

Canines, some aggressive

This story will have four main love-interests, detailed below, and one “mystery” romantic option. In addition, for readers that wish, there will be optional physical-only encounters that can occur with two of the ROs and a couple characters that your MC will encounter in the world. Should your MC wish to woo one of the love-interests, they will eventually be locked into that relationship. There will be no poly options for this story.

In the world of God-Cursed, MCs will be free to explore all relationships to a certain extent before making any permanent choice. Until then, flirting is regarded as simply another aspect of socialization. If your MC is the flirtatious type, they will not be “punished” for it. A couple of the ROs may be a bit anxious about your MC’s interactions with others if feelings are stirring, but it will not do permanent damage to the relationship you’ve built.

Your MC will not only be able to flirt with ROs either. Regular characters that you come across may have flirt options that will not lead to any sort of relationship, but might be useful in flattering your way into their good graces. Perhaps your MC may earn a permanent discount with a merchant or pull a secret from a cult member after making them blush from flattering speech. Or, your MC may irritate someone who doesn’t appreciate the advances, making your task more difficult.

Three of the ROs are gender-selectable (and will be cisgendered to your choice). The remaining two (including the mysterious suitor) are locked into male.

Main Companions (romanceable):

Oswin Twinflower

[AKA: Yarrow] (he/him – gender locked)

A childhood friend who’s just not the same anymore. Once a free-spirited softie with a perpetual smile and a penchant for mischief, Oswin has grown into a dour adult. After he came of age, he slowly distanced himself from you. In the ten years since, interactions between you have been awkward or downright hostile with no in-between. He doesn’t joke anymore. He doesn’t smile anymore. There’s something lost about his eyes these days…

-Personality: despite that furrow in his brow that says ‘stay away,’ Oswin actually prefers being in the company of others, as he cares deeply for friends and family. He’s organized and thorough – valuing the predictable and structured, and being driven to always improve upon his skills. Oswin can also be self-conscious, hard on himself, and a bit insecure.

-Appearance: standing around 6'2"/188cm with athletic build, Oswin has black hair that is slightly wavy and kept to his ears, bright-green hooded eyes, and brown skin with bronze undertones. He has a firm squared jaw, which is often prickled with light scruff. Oswin most often scowls, even when he doesn’t necessarily intend to. He dresses in simple tunics with leather armor and boots, and isn’t one for frivolities save for a special tattoo & necklace hidden under his clothing. A few notable scars mar his flesh, each telling a story. His sword is always kept at his hip.

-Occupation: Oswin makes his living as a sort of mercenary (though, he’d insist on being called a “hired hand”), mostly escorting wealthy merchants from town to town. He also helps as a local guard and is very popular among the villagers. Having trained with one of your fathers in the arts of sword and bow, he’s renowned as a formidable combatant.

-Fun fact: loves honey – is terrified of hates bees.

Zahn

(gender selectable)

A sweet and fun soul whom you meet along your journey. Zahn is just trying to fulfill their duty to their faith. They seek to help you in anyway they can, though there’s something torn behind their smile. Where did this fun-loving acolyte come from, and why do they look so sad when they think no one is looking?

-Personality: social and sweet, Zahn is enthusiastic and open-minded about most things. They’re incredibly flexible (in mind and body) and see possibilities in everything, being highly adaptable and skilled at improvising. Casual, warm, and always friendly and willing to lend a hand, they can make a very trustworthy companion.

-Appearance: about 5'5"/165cm tall with a petite build, wild blond hair and round blue eyes, Zahn has fawn colored skin with a rosy hue, and a dusting of light freckles with a touch too much wind and sun across their cheeks and nose. They appear a bit tired with slightly sunken eyes and a mite too thin with the lines of their jaw and neck a bit too pronounced – evidence of years of difficult living. If they grace you with a toothy smile, you may be lucky enough to see the slight gap in their front teeth. Zahn dresses in rough linen tunics, usually with layers to make up for how thin and hole-filled they are. They have a particularly ratty cloak that they seem to cherish.

-Occupation: acolyte of Din

-Fun fact: They may be a bit malnourished on the small side, but that doesn’t stop them from wielding a bow with scary strength and precision.

Duri’naan

[AKA: Duri] (gender selectable)

A demigod to whom you owe a debt, they seem quite curious about you.

-Personality: charming and laid-back, Duri prefers their own company most of the time but readily embraces tight friendships, of which they never tire – though it is all or nothing for them, no surface-level relationship will work for long. They are perpetually curious and casual, having an air of cool confidence and a love for teasing, which can sometimes make them appear disinterested or cold. They are always paying attention, even if it doesn’t seem like it, and often understand others more than themselves. They can stress easily – especially when things stop being fun, be a bit competitive and too independent for their own good.

-Appearance: standing approximately at 5'9"/175cm with a lithe but toned build, Duri’naan has long and straight grey hair, and honey-brown upturned eyes. Their skin is a warm beige, lit up with a bright smile that sometimes shows off a little sharp snaggle-tooth. They bear a strange scar on the back of their neck and are missing a bit from the upper part of one ear. Duri wears simple clothing made from a single and very long swath of blue-grey linen, wrapped around them in such a way that you’re not quite sure how it stays up. They also hate shoes for some reason and are always barefoot.

-Occupation: just takin’ the air, you know, not fishing.

-Fun fact: Duri’naan has a hobby of stealing miscellaneous things from others just to watch how they react (they always return what they take, leaving the items in strange places).

Rūndis Lyreheart

[AKA: Rune] (gender selectable)

A serious and powerful mage with an oddly fervent dedication to the God of Destruction, Casimir. Though they are capable of wielding great power, they prefer to spend their days as a traveling bard – saying it’s for the purpose of angering their mother. They’d have you think they could not care less about your plight, yet cannot resist lending a hand.

-Personality: Rūndis is an introverted day-dreamer who is curious and in search of deeper meanings at all times. Though they dream, they also have a rational side that comes with a penchant for efficiency and decisiveness. They tend to be calm and analytical, but are prone to anxiety especially in close relationships, making them seem a bit aloof or combative.

-Appearance: standing around 5'7"/173cm, Rune has shoulder-length curly hair that is all black except for a flash of purple on one side. They have almond-shaped purple eyes that are a testament to the magic that flows easily through them, and a beauty mark just under their right eye. They have a strong build and brown skin, wearing a stoic and serious expression that you wouldn’t expect from a bard. Rune favors fine robes and cloaks in colors that match their eyes, but only when they choose to stand out, otherwise they prefer common clothing. Tattooed upon their chest as a sign of devotion is the sigil of Casimir. They also adorn themselves with different types of jewelry.

-Occupation: traveling bard (primarily)

-Fun fact: Rune can play about any instrument you put in their hands, but their favorite is the lyre, which they play so well that many audiences have been left in tears.

Other Characters:

-Dov Northbreaker [Your papa]

Your loving papa is a mighty woodsman with an even mightier heart. The typical gentle giant, Dov has raised you with love and care since you were a babe. He’s deadly with an axe, though he only uses them on trees.

Dov is soft-spoken, very introverted, and shy. He has an affinity for animals and carpentry. He loves to create and fix anything and everything especially for his child or husband. Dov is also a very deep feeler and, though the quiet type, wears his heart on his sleeve – easily tearing up when moved.

Your papa is extremely tall and has very wide shoulders with massive muscles built by chopping trees down by hand for many years. His skin is tan, his eyes are brown, as is his shaggy hair, but his beard has patches with dark red running through it.

-Kip Northbreaker [Your da]

Your fiery da and spouse to your papa, he’s as quick to sass you as he is to shoot a bow. This lovable clown understood absolutely nothing about children, but adopted you regardless when you needed a home. He loves you with his whole being, even if he never lets you win at darts. He works as a huntsman and fisherman, and though his skill is unmatched, his looks and demeanor never seemed to fit his choice in work.

Kip may be the compete opposite of his husband, being extroverted and, often, loud. He tends to be the life of a party, and seeks to make everyone laugh. You grew up with him pranking you as often as possible without doing too much psychological damage.

Your da is above average in height and has an agile build with a good amount of muscle from wielding a bow regularly. He has fawn colored skin, short and wispy brown hair, and hazel eyes. He keeps his beard cropped short and always seems to be smiling. He has a love for expensive clothing and pops of bold color.

-Lakota Twinflower [AKA: Aster]

Your best friend since childhood, Lakota is an affectionate soul who would never hurt a fly – though he’d give it a stern talking-to. Being sickly as a child, you were brought together a great deal, especially since his parents are the town healers. You were practically joined at the hip, enough that people believed you were siblings.

Lakota is sweet and gentle all around. Taking after his father, he loves to help others and is skilled in medicine. He’s a soft sort and a little bit gullible, which his sisters frequently took advantage of growing up. He was always closest with his big brother, Oswin, and you. He takes what he perceives as failure very hard, so he strives to do things perfectly.

As an adult, your friend is fair-skinned, with wild curly blond hair that reaches his shoulders. Being almost average in height, his frame is quite lean and wiry from his years as a sickly kid. He has deep brown eyes, cannot grow a beard for anything, though he has tried about every tonic combination to encourage one.

Customize your MC

Play as male, female, or non-binary

Pick your character's physical appearance (including tattoos)

Choose a main hobby/skill/career your MC excels at

Get a cool scar with an interesting or embarrassing story attached

Buy 1 of 4 nameable mounts to ride and feed treats to

Shape your characters personality throughout the story (no “personality checks”)

Romance some people or don’t

Create a steady and enduring love with 1 of 5 suitors

Make some life-long friends

Enjoy some aromantic physical encounters with 2 ROs and/or NPCs you meet in the world

Enjoy some romantic physical encounters with all 5 ROs at some point in the story (some ROs will require a locked-in [committed] romantic relationship before you get to this point)

Go on a quest for answers and survival

Meet some gods

Find some demons

See the magic that still lingers in the world

Get the shit kicked out of you and have a few mental breakdowns totally fun times

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Last Update: July 2024

Anticipated next installment: Unknown, potentially October 2024

Content: short prologue and Chapters 1 - 4

Current Word Count: approx. 333k (with code, which adds at least 10 pounds)

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[alwayssassydreamer]

Examining the sensitivity of the human body

A/N: thanks for the idea/request Ann(on), sorry it took so long had to do a poll for the character and then i drifted away a little sorry about that, hope you enjoy it;

Plot: you confinced Law to teach you something about the male body with him being your test subject. But you soon realize that messing with the doctor was not your best idea.

Warnings: nudity, feather play, brat taming, oral, bondage, p in v, nsfw, MDNI

Characters: Law x F!Reader

You've been annoying him non-stop asking him to teach you about male anatomy with him being the test subject. But he refused countless times.

"Fine, the I guess I'll ask the green-haired swordsman of the strawhats " you pouted, Law glanced at you but still no sign that he'd change his mind.

Well seems that's not enough.

"Or maybe Captain Kid and his muscular blonde first mate. I bet they'd be eager to help me out" you teased and Law flinched at the name of the red haired captain. Jackpot.

You stepped closer to his chair moving your fingers gently over his back.

"Gonna ask if someone knows where the kid pirates are" you whispered in his ear before turning around walking towards the door.

"Don't you dare" he snapped. You stopped and turned on your heel, big smile on your face.

"I'm gonna wipe that smile off you if you don't stop" he warned.

"Rude" you pouted. "Sooo does that mean you agree to do this?"

"If you stop being a pain in my ass"

"I promise captain" you teased gleefully.

Who would've thought that Kid would be so useful.

The next day Law was awaiting you in his office. You were really excited that he agreed to this.

"What's with the bag" he asked as you put it on his desk.

"Nothing, it's more like a first aid kit" you replied trying not to smile.

"Ok so- what are you doing" he asked as you grabbed one of his doctor's coats.

"I'm the doctor today and you are my patient, so I thought that i needed to dress appropriately." You teased taking your glasses out of your bag and putting them on and then grabbed his stethoscope and placed it around your neck.

"Now dear patient I need you to take your clothes off and lay down on the examining table"

"Why do I-" he started but you cut him off.

"Good patients don't question their doctor" you scolded "Besides someone once told me that a good doctor always knows what their patients need" you teased making him frown as you used his own words against him.

He grumbled, muttering something like "why did i agree to this" "should've let her do it with zoro-ya" to himself. But you ignored him.

You were too excited. For once he would be the one on the examining table, be the test subject and not you. You could feel a rush of heat run through your body.

Only wearing his underwear Law wanted to lay down when you stopped him.

"When I said you should take of your clothes I meant all of it" you said motioning at his underwear.

"Thin eyes" he growled, anger in his eyes.

"Come on, you always make me lay down totally naked so it's only fair when you are too" you said giving him your best puppy eyes. And of course that worked.

He stripped naked and laid down. You gasped at the nice sight in front of you. Feeling your cheeks burning and your core already aching. Ok calm down otherwise this will be over before you had some fun you told yourself. Though that beautiful body made it hard to focus.

You cleared your throat and grabbed his wrists cuffing them to the side. The look on Law's face told you that he did not like that, especially the moment he realized that you had replaced the normal cuffs for his wrists with seastone prism.

"The hell did you do" he yelled trying to get away. But it's already been to late as you just finished cuffing his ankles.

"What? If i use the normal ones you'll be using your devilfruit sooner or later and that's not fair." You explained with a smug smile.

"Now stop complaining and let's start"

"Ok what do you want me to teach you? Keep in mind that my movement and sight is kinda limited." He said annoyed.

"Would you say that a men's body is less sensitive than a female's" you asked placing a hand on his chest.

"Well a woman has a greater nerve density therefore they may feel pain more intensely."

"I'm not talking about pain, I'm talking about light touches and stimulation" you said using your fingertips to gently draw lazy circles on his chest.

You could feel his muscles tense even with this light touches. Still he remained his professionalism.

"It depends on who's touching. For example if men get touched by a stranger from the opposite sex than it would still feel kinda pleasant whereas women might consider it unpleasant and therefore they could react less sensitive"

"But I'm no stranger" you said moving your fingertips closer to his nipples.

A shiver ran down his spine, while he was muffling a small moan.

The look on his face told you that he wanted to say something but was lost for words. He couldn't bring himself to say that the touch of a romantic partner is more intense.

"Ok how about we test it" you said as you grabbed the bag rummaging in it as you took a blue feather out.

Law looked at you and you could be wrong but it kinda looked like he was panicking a little. But you also could've only imagined it.

"Light touches are more intense for women, whereas men could feel up to nothing." He said out of nowhere, staring at the feather in your hand.

"Might be true but you once told me that some regions on the body are densly packed with nerve endings making it highly responsive to light touches and delicate stimulation." He cursed himself for teaching you this but was also a little proud that you remembered.

"Shall we find out where these regions are" you teased as you twirled the feather in your hand.

"There's no need for such a childish game. I could just show you" Law argumented.

You pretend to think about his offer. "But that's no fun. Besides you always say that I'm behaving like a child so" you mocked with an evil smile.

"Now dear patient let's start"

You moved the feather carefully along Law's arm stopping at his shoulder - no real reaction.

You continued your path now moving it along his neck receiving a small twist from him. He gritted his teeth as you kept on moving it lightly left to right and then back again.

"Sir you have to tell me how it feels, it's really important that the patient keeps communicating with the doctor" you taunted.

"The neck region's-" he stopped taking a deep breath "skin is thinner therefore-" again a short pause "more sensitive to touch" he explained finally able to ending his sentence.

"Would you say in a good way or not" you asked stopping your movements but leaving the feather on his skin.

He stared at you for a moment before giving you a nasty look. Well seems like he's too scared to admit he's liking it.

"Ok so neck is a yes" you said pretending to be crossing it of from a checklist.

Before he could say something you continued. Moving the feather along his collarbone watching his expression.

"Law are you still there" you asked moving your face closer to his. He looked at you a mix of confusion and annoyance. "I'm not learning anything if you keep quiet"

"The collarbone is relatively thin, with less muscle and fat padding underneath, which allows nerve endings to be closer to the surface." Since he could say that without even the slightest change in his voice or expression you figured that it may be sensitive for others but not so much for him.

"What about here". He pulled at his bonds the moment the feather touched his nipple.

"No need to answer that" you taunted moving it around and around this sensitive area.

"Fuck" he cursed pulling harder at the cuffs. The feeling of the small bristles dancing across his sensitive nipple did sent a feeling of arousal through him.

That was a good spot it seemed so you decided to linger there moving from one nipple to the other and then back again until a small moan escaped his lips. That sent a rush through your own body and you could feel your core heating up.

You had to stop - for the sake of both of you

Law was thankful when the teasing on his nipples stopped but didn't have long to relax. You moved the feather downwards along his abs, brushing carefully up and down.

He tensed a little but not enougn to satisfy you.

"This area, particularly around the belly button, can also be sensitive due to thinner skin and underlying nerve fibers" he explained again way too calm for your liking. It almost seemed like he was bored.

You looked down his body. Smiling you got onto the table sitting down on the spot just above his knees.

"correct me if I'm wrong but i think you once mentioned something about the groin area to be rather sensitive due to the concentration of nerve fibers"

"Don't" he warned. If looks could kill you'd probably be dead right now. You hesitated for a moment, the way he looked at you made you shiver - he was really really mad at you.

Maybe if you untied him right now he would not punish you but you will never ever get the chance of playing with the surgeon of death again. You're screwed anyways so why not have some fun as long as you can.

"Sorry but this is important for me to understand the male body" you teased dragging the feather from his inner thigh higher and higher.

"I swear if you don't stop right now you're going to regret it" he threatened but you ignored him.

"But you seem to enjoy it" you mocked as you looked at his twitching cock.

The tips of the feather gently caressed the area where the thigh meets the groin, making Law grit his teeth. He pulled hardly at his bonds almost throwing you of him.

The tension between you was getting so intense. You could feel the wetness between your own legs as you finally let the feather drag over his cock.

A moan escaped his lips. Fingers clenching into a fist.

You dragged the feather slowly and torturous across his shaft gaining another moan from him. Then decided to pay some attention to his balls. Which got you the same reaction.

He was hissing, breath hitching, body jolting and once again he was trying to break free. You kept repeating your motions - torturing his shaft then going back to his balls over and over.

"Fuck stop" he shouted in between moans.

"You know I've heard that feather touches can stimulate the skin's tactile receptors and increase sensations, particularly in erogenous zones, but an orgasm typically requires more intense, rhythmic stimulation. I guess it's only an edging process" You said not once stopping your movements while a big smile spread on your lips.

"Fuck" was the only thing he said as you kept edging him. Precum slowly dripping down. You decided to pick it up a notch and moved the feather on his tip.

His body jolted and his back was arching. A low moan leaving his lips.

You could see exhaustion in his face so you stopped completely lifiting the feather from his body before giving his cock a qick kiss.

"You know I thought you wanted to teach me something about the male body not a million cursing words" you laughed.

"But since you've been such a brave patient you should get some reward" you continued as you licked his cock. Long lustful licks along his shaft, your hands gently massaging his balls. You slowly wrapped your lips around him and started bobbing. Since he was already so riled up it didnt take him long to come in your mouth.

Swallowing you climbed off of him. He looked relieved but still exhausted, breathing heavily.

"Breaks over, let's continue with our lesson" you said startling him.

"Seriously there's nothing more to explore" he groaned still trying to collect himself.

"What about your feet" you asked playfully, knowing that your own were more then sensitive.

"No" he said, when you suddenly felt yourself cuffed to the table.

"What the hell" you cursed not knowing what just happened.

"Next time you cuff someone make sure to double check it." He explained a smug smile on his face. Fuck!

"Ok listen Law I'm sorry but this was just a game" you stuttered heart pounding like crazy.

"Oh i know and this will be too. Room - shambles" suddenly your clothes were gone.

"Law please" you almost whimpered.

"Don't worry the doctor's going to take care of you, besides what a better way to find out if women are more sensitive than men than to compare it right now" he teased.

You immediately started regretting this whole thing. He's examined you so many times - knowing every sensitive spot on your body and how to get you riled up.

"Let's begin the lesson" he taunted you before brushing his lips over your ear. His teeth carefully biting your earlobe pulling.

You started to hiss. Your already wet core getting wetter.

"Law" you whined. But he paid you no mind. The only thing he was thinking about was getting his payback.

He let go of your earlobe and moved over to your neck.

"No" you moaned, your neck always being a sensitive spot. He nibbled and sucked on the skin.

"It seems that your neck area is just as sensitive as mine" he said into your skin. You doubted that. You were sure that yours is worse.

He continued his assault on your neck and you were sure that he would leave marks.

Slowly but hungry kisses were placed along your collarbone causing you to pull at your bonds.

"Seems you're a little more sensitive here" you could feel the smile on his face. That bastard was enjoying this.

He moved to your breasts one hand kneading it while your nipple was greeted by his tongue.

"Law please stop" you whimpered between moans as he gave kitten licks to your sensitive skin. Your back arched, head shaking.

"But we're far from done. And to say it in your words this is fun." He taunted you before giving you a moment to breath.

"That's not fair, you're a cheater" you pouted looking at him.

"Life's not fair sweetheart" he said making you blush. Did he just call you sweetheart. When he looked at you and saw the warm smile on your face he realized what he just said.

To cover up that he was also slightly blushing he continued tormenting you burying his lips between your boobs while this time both his hands started kneading and squeezing them evey now and then teasing your nipples.

His touches made you shiver and by now you were sure that you created a sea between your legs for how wet you were.

He let go of your boobs and mirroring your belly. He took a single finger and let it's tip drag slowly and deliberately down the skin of it.

"Oooh god" you moaned head tilting back. How could a single fingertip feel so good and so horrible at the same time.

Laws skilful fingers and tongue were driving you crazy. You were sure you would explode any minute.

You squealed as the finger dipped into your bellybutton. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes you were so riled up you just wanted to cry.

Law saw the despair in your eyes and removed his finger.

"Almost done" he cooed, voice calm though you could hear a sadistic undertone in it.

He stepped to your lower half as you were taking deep breaths eyes staring at the ceiling. Why did you believe you could play with Law and then get away with it. Maybe one of the other three would've been a less torturous choice.

You were ripped of your thoughts when you felt something at your feet making you squirm.

"Please not there Law" you almost screamed. He smiled and stopped before placing a kiss on your sole, knowing all too well this would drive you crazy. He kept kissing from your feet up to your inner thighs. Sucking on the tender flesh.

You shrieked when his tongue made contact with your wet folds. Licking up and down at a torturous pace making you squirm.

You could feel him smile into your pussy before sucking on your clit.

"Fuck Law" you moaned out loudly, heart racing as everything around you started spinning.

His tongue devoured you licking up every little drop of your juice, everytime you were close to release yourself on him he stopped. That went on so many times that you lost count.

After some time he decided to push his fingers inside you, scissoring you. Tears began to run down your face, the stimulation becoming too much for you. Even the squirming got less and less simply because you felt like you were drained from all energy.

"Please" you whimpered desperately.

"You gonna do that again" he asked his fingers relentlessly moving in and out of you.

"Maybe......need to.......learn" you stuttered through a moan.

"Learn? What an eager student you are, maybe I should reward you for you being so willing to learn" he said a little surprised by your answer.

Law smiled at you and placed a small kiss on your core which was followed by his cock entering you making you scream out his name.

He fucked you senseless, walls tightening around him while he rubbed your clit.

"L-aw.....I.." you gasped not able to say it.

"Cum for me sweetheart" he said calmly as he picked up the pace riding you both to your highs.

"So i hope today's lesson was educational" he mocked as he pulled out of you.

"Yes, looks like I'm more sensitive but we can only be sure if we repeat this and come up with the same results. "

[halsteadlover]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Spencer Reid x Stripper!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: it was supposed to be a case like any other, an undercover operation like a thousand others he had done but when Spencer sets his eyes on that dancer for the first time suddenly everything fades into the background.

• Warnings: brief mention of alcohol, homicide case, nudity, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, sex, use of condoms (ALWAYS WRAP IT!!!), cursing, dirty talk, basically Spencer being a ✨man✨, tell me if I missed anything <3

• Word count: 7.6K

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. This was written in 3rd person. I had this idea for a while now but didn’t know how to write it but now here we are you have no idea how much time it took 😭 I promise I’m still working on the requests please don’t hate me I’m just trying the find the motivation to write again. I really hope you like this one please let me know what you think and comment, reblog and like ❤️ Thank you for your kindness and constant support xx

Spencer had never felt as uncomfortable as he did in that moment, surrounded by germs and all kinds of bodily fluids.

He was disgusted and couldn’t wait for this to be over soon so he could get out of there.

Damn you, Derek Morgan.

He cursed his colleague for forcing him to go in that damned place. He was in a strip club, pretending to be a normal customer so he could talk to some of the strippers and the head of the club himself about an investigation. The BAU was in fact following the case of a serial killer who lured his victims and killed them.

Since the victims – who were about four – were all affluent straight males in their thirties and there were no traces of drugs or signs on their bodies that they’d been forced to follow the killer, the team assumed the unsub was a female in her mid-twenties.

After digging into their pasts to study the victimology, the team discovered all four victims committed sexual crimes which however had somehow been attempted to be covered up. So there was no doubt those killings were about some sort of justice.

The unsub would kill them by slicing their throats with a single and precise movement, a cut so deep it was easy to say she was an expert. There was no way the four victims were her first ones, but nothing came up after Garcia searched for other murders with the same modus operandi.

After leaving their bodies on the bed of a hotel room, the unsub would also write a short note on the wall with a deep purple lipstick – a particular color – which wasn’t found on the victims’ bodies, so the team thought she wouldn’t wear it, she was carrying it with her with the sole purpose to write those simple short sentences.

The BAU had interrogated the victims of these aforementioned sexual assaults but all of them had airtight alibis so there was no real suspect. After interrogating the victims’ families and friends, they realized there was a common denominator between those four men: the Sinful Lust.

And that’s how Spencer ended up there.

He didn’t understand why it had to be him who had to be in that place. How could they think it’d be a good idea to have him to deal with strippers and people having sex around him?

Anyone could see from a mile away how uncomfortable he felt sitting there, even people who weren’t profilers. Spencer continued to look around, almost dazed by the club’s strobe lights as he tried to mask his disgust at noticing his surroundings and the intense smell of alcohol.

He never hated Derek so much.

He knew it was just his sadistic way of making him feel uncomfortable, despite the encouragement from the rest of the team though who were sure Spencer would make it.

His palms sweated with every passing second as he rubbed them on his black pants before fixing the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t used to wearing these kinds of clothes, he felt caged, in a body that didn’t belong to him.

Every woman in that place wasted no time winking at him, shooting him languid glances to which he responded with a tight and totally false smile. Some of them approached him and he had to fake interest in them by engaged stupid and languid conversations.

He couldn’t help but think about how Morgan would’ve enjoyed that situation and how he wouldn’t have wasted time making all the women in that damn club fall at his feet.

Spencer really envied him sometimes. He envied how his friend was always so easygoing and extroverted, especially with women, with a joke always ready, how he always knew what to say and when.

Suddenly the club lights dimmed and focused on the stage, stopping his rush of thoughts and indicating the strippers were about to begin the show.

Numerous tables and seats were concentrated near the stage, populated by hungry men who couldn’t wait to feast their eyes and spend their money and Spencer noted with disgust many of them were even married.

Poor wives.

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding only to gasp again as some music started and the strippers began to dance. He didn’t recognize the music and the words, preferring classical music; however, his mind wasn’t focused on the bass vibrating through the room but on analyzing the scene.

But it was so damn hard when women danced sensually in front of him half naked. It’s a physiological reaction, he kept repeating to himself, it’s normal, focus Reid, do not deconcentrate.

The dim lights only added more tension to the evocative atmosphere, interrupted every now and then by men standing up and cheering to hand over their money they had probably earned with so much effort.

Spencer moved into his seat, picking up the glass of some type of liquor he didn’t know and pretending to sip before placing it back on the table, wanting with every fiber of his being for the unsub to reveal herself.

But he knew it couldn’t be that simple. If killers had written on their foreheads they were actually killers, he wouldn’t even have a job anymore.

He wondered if she was there.

Who knew if she had already chosen her next victim.

Spencer’s eyes met with one of the three dancers on the stage and a vice gripped his stomach when he realized she was already looking at him.

Her hips continued to move sensually to the rhythm of the music as her fingers played with the buttons of the skimpy top she was wearing and for an instant Spencer thought if he wasn’t mistaken or having a hallucination.

But he wasn’t wrong.

Her eyes were fixed solely on him.

She bit her lip as she winked at Spencer, and he almost melted into that chair like snow in the sun. He tried to keep his expression as casual and neutral as possible but in reality, every single cell in his body was on fire.

She turned her body and walked sensually towards the pole and Spencer’s eyes went hungrily and impertinently down her body, making him feel no less dirty than the rest of the men present.

But he couldn’t control himself as his eyes seemed to have a life on their own and he couldn’t take them off her.

His gaze traced every exposed inch of her skin, focusing on her ass covered by a skimpy short skirt, the mere sight of her making his pants tighten around his crotch. His mind began to wander with fantasy, unable to help but imagine his head buried between her legs.

Spencer shifted in his chair dejectedly, resting his hands on his lap and covering his erection as if someone was there to notice. Nobody would’ve noticed, all eyes were on her and the dancers.

He didn’t even look at the other two women on the stage, his eyes was fixed only on her, her hips, her beautiful and smooth legs, on her body that spun with disarming ease around the dance pole.

He wondered what it’d be like to feel his fingers squeezing her hips as she rode him into oblivion and this image alone almost made him come in his pants.

He was totally mesmerized.

He didn’t know what was happening to him but every cell in his body seemed to have lit up and inflamed, his fingers were trembling with desire to slide them over her sinuous body.

But it was when her eyes met his again that Spencer felt the air sucked out of his lungs. He couldn’t quite make out the color, he was too far away to be able to do that, but just the way she was looking at him made him shift in his seat again and his aching dick erect even more.

He was paralyzed, he didn’t dare move a single muscle. He didn’t know why but he was afraid if he moved everyone would find out who he really was. That she would find out.

His eyes never left hers, a small grin painting her face as she continued to dance sensually. Spencer felt arrogant enough to assume this dance was just for him.

The show eventually ended and the lights dimmed in the club again, although Spencer managed to track the silhouettes of the dancers coming off the stage. His heart jumped into his throat when he noticed a person approaching him and not just any person but her.

Spencer’s eyes followed her every movement although the light was so low he couldn’t really make out her beautiful features. He shifted in his chair again and tried to keep his concentration up when a cloud of her scent hit him square in the face, short-circuiting every single neuron in his brain.

This was the perfect opportunity to gather information regarding the case, but at that moment Spencer seemed to have completely forgotten the reason why he was there.

“Come with me.”

That was all she said and even her voice was so sweet it mesmerized him even more, as if it was a siren’s song luring the poor sailors into her clutches. He stood up without even being asked twice, his mind trying to convince itself it was just to gather the information he needed.

At that moment, however, the only thing controlling his body was the blood rushing to his penis and not the rationality that always distinguished him.

She walked through the club ignoring everything around her while he followed her like a puppy, unaware of what was coming and what she was up to. A small, tiny part of his brain kept screaming to be careful, that she was a stranger probably looking for the money – or worse to kill him. He knew he needed to focus on the case but Spencer was too attracted to her to even listen to those voices.

Nothing like this had ever happened before. He would’ve never thought of following a stranger to who knew where without an ounce of information.

They entered a room and Spencer quickly scanned it, deducing it was her dressing room. His attention, however, immediately returned to that woman. Under those lights, he could finally look at her in all her splendor and the air was sucked from his lungs as his eyes traveled along her body and analyzed her face.

She was breathtaking, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t itching to touch her.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice broke the silence. Spencer didn’t respond at first, his eyes focused on her cleavage and the way her chest rose and fell. Only when he brought his eyes back to her face and saw the mischievous smirk on her lips he realized she had said something to him and that he must’ve looked like a complete idiot.

“What?”

She chuckled and that simple sound traveled through his body, causing his blood to rush and his penis to harden even more.

What is she doing to me?

She slightly tilted her head, her eyes vibrant as she watched – no, analyzed – Spencer.

His muscles froze as she took two steps toward him, never taking her eyes off him.

He returned her gaze with a courage he had never had and didn’t even know he possessed. Her eyes were bright but there was something particularly intense about them, something he absolutely wanted to discover and he couldn’t even name.

His breathing quickened and he prayed she wouldn’t realize how intense the effect she had on him was. She looked at him with an intensity that made him weak in the knees, with an intensity that no one had ever looked at him with.

She hadn’t torn her eyes away from his for not even a second, and although that confidence further intrigued Spencer, it scared him at the same time. He knew she was trying to get inside him, into his soul and discover his deepest secrets.

“I asked what you’re doing here.”

“You told me to come.”

She licked her lips and Spencer’s eyes flicked to her mouth, causing him to react in a way that resulted in the further restriction of his pants. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets to avoid doing something he’d regret, but damn it was so hard.

This was also the moment he understood the true meaning of the phrase ‘blue balls’.

He was so fucking horny it hurt.

“I’m well aware of that,” she replied with a smirk, probably noticing the way he was staring at her lips. “But don’t act stupid, you don’t look like one. What are you doing here?”

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat, using the shred of rationality he had left to think of an answer. But the way she was looking at him, as if she wanted him to take her right then and now, was enough to make him no longer even remember his name.

I’m an FBI agent investigating a murder case and you, like every other dancer here, could be a potential suspect.

He couldn’t say it, but damn it if she kept coming closer to him, he wouldn’t even bother giving her his wallet and bank details.

“What all the men are doing, why don’t you go ask them?”

Well done.

“I’m asking you.” She flicked her hair behind her shoulders with a single but graceful movement of her head, leaving her neck and shoulder exposed. Spencer’s throat bobbed up and down again, his mind filled with images of him sticking his tongue out and licking and tasting her skin, sucking it and leaving marks.

Dammit Reid, get a hold of yourself.

“I’ve been watching you,” she spoke, her tone calm and sensual. “You looked like you were going to vomit when you came in and I know you would’ve never come here of your own free will; so why don’t you tell me the truth pretty boy?”

Fuck yeah keep calling me that.

Why doesn’t it sound so good when Morgan calls me that?

Stop thinking about Morgan.

“There’s a first time for everyone, don’t you think?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that made him feral.

Please somebody help me.

It was only then she took her eyes away from his and let them wander slowly along his body.

She studied and analyzed him and with every inch that passed under her eyes Spencer felt his skin catch fire, especially when her gaze focused on the huge bulge in his pants.

The beautiful stranger brought her eyes back to his and Spencer didn’t miss that lustful glint in them and the way her breathing had quickened, indicating she was as affected by him as he was by her.

“What’s your name?”

“David,” Spencer replied, congratulating himself on the way he had managed to control himself and not give away his real name.

“David,” she repeated, slowly, as if wanting to taste what his name felt like on her tongue. She took another step, closing her distance and her scent hit his nostrils. It was a mixture of vanilla, coconut, innocence and sin and he was going crazy.

“I’ll pretend you don’t think I’m that stupid, David,” she winked and Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat for the third time, trying to keep his breathing to a normal pace even though his heart was pounding wildly inside his rib cage.

They continued to look at each other for an almost infinite time, the air more tense and warmer with each passing second. Spencer tried to think of something to say, anything, but the way she looked at him paralyzed him. His eyes roamed and traced the lines of her lips imagining what it’d be like to feel them pressed against his, what it’d be like to feel them wrapped around his dick and just the thought almost made him come in his pants.

I can’t do this anymore.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice so low he almost didn’t hear her. Spencer had the impression she wanted to say anything else, but she had refrained from doing it, like if she had opened her tightly closed lips she would’ve told a terrible secret.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he replied, taking his hand out of his pocket and bringing it closer to her face. His fingers played with a lock of her hair before tucking it behind her ear. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, it was as if his body was acting on its own and had completely disconnected from his brain. Her breathing quickened at that contact and that time he was the one to smirk. “What’s your name?”

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t tell me yours.”

“It matters to me. And I did, it’s up to you to believe me or not.”

She cocked one eyebrow up. “Why does it matter?”

“I want to know whose name I’m going to moan when I’ll think of you with my hand around my dick.”

Spencer almost chocked on his own words.

What the fuck?

Again, what the hell is wrong with me?

What was he doing? What was going through his mind? He completely lost his mind but he didn’t care, not when she looked at him like she wanted to tear him apart and burn him right then and there. And the worst thing was that he probably would’ve let her do it without objecting.

He could see the way she was holding back, the way she tried to appear casual but after all it was his job to know what people really felt, what they thought. He knew it from the way her pupils were so dilated they covered almost all the color of his irises, from the way her skin was flushed and the redness on her cheeks, from the light layer of sweat covering her forehead, from her rapid breathing, the stiffness of her muscles, from the way her hands clenched into two fists as if she was leveraging on herself to not let go.

But why?

Spencer wasn’t an expert in that world, but he really thought she’d try in any way to get some money, to seduce him and then leave him broke, but then why did she hold back? Why was she rejecting him? Why did she ask him to come with her if she wasn’t trying to do anything?

In other moments he would’ve investigated more but in that instant everything had taken a step backwards, Spencer didn’t seem to be focused on anything other than putting his hands on that stranger who was hypnotizing and bewitching like no one else ever did. He had never felt anything like this, being consumed by the desire to kiss her, touch her, run his tongue over every inch of her body, he never felt that raw and primordial desire to have someone.

And he wanted her.

Fuck the consequences.

“You don’t really want this,” she whispered and it didn’t take a profiler to figure out that she wasn’t sure of those words either. It was Spencer who closed the distance between the two that time, feeling the heat of her body envelop him and attracting him like a moth to flame, as every part of her skin was screaming to be touched by his fingers. Her words repelled him but the way she looked at him said something else.

“Why did you ask me to come here then?”

Her eyes looked at him with a look that even him couldn’t decipher. She was hiding something, she was battling herself and he wanted to know why.

“You don’t belong in this place.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know…” she whispered as her gaze kept alternating between his eyes and his mouth. He wet them with his tongue, pleased when he saw the way her breath hitched.

“I just couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

Spencer may not be very experienced in the women’s game, but he could see the passionate hunger in her eyes, that glimmer of lust and desire that left him breathless.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

Those two single whispered letters were enough for Spencer to destroy what little shred of control he still possessed. Before he knew it his hands were cupping her face and his lips were pressed to hers in a searing, electrifying kiss.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, he couldn’t even recognize himself at that moment. As her mouth devoured him and her tongue tasted his, he couldn’t let go of the feeling he was watching everything as if he was an outside observer, like he wasn’t the one commanding his actions.

He couldn’t believe what was happening, that he – the man who was terrified of even shaking hands with strangers for fear of germs – was kissing that beautiful, sexy stranger who had invaded his senses ever since she set her feet on that stage. And to be honest he didn’t even care, Spencer was only focused on the world in which she was devouring him.

Their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance as their deep breaths and sighs blended into each other. There was nothing sweet about that kiss, about the way he fisted his hands around her hair, the way she had her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, the saliva mixing. It was animalistic, raw, sloppy, messy, a kiss so deep they felt their soul being sucked out of their body.

The tension and electricity in the air was clearly palpable as time seemed to stop around them, leaving them engulfed in the fire of passion and making them both forget who and where they were.

While Spencer’s hands roamed along her body, squeezing and groping every inch of her skin he could reach, sucking in and swallowing every sigh that escaped her throat, he no longer thought he was an FBI agent who was there because he had a job to do.

And even his name was forgotten as her fingers began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, her fingertips leaving fiery marks on his skin as they slid down his chest. They both began taking slow steps, their mouths continuing to devour each other and only breaking away when Spencer’s legs touched the sofa in the dressing room. He sat with his legs apart and a very painful erection in his pants, his gaze on fire while his hungry eyes analyzed and looked with meticulous attention at the stranger.

Never more than in that moment was he grateful to his eidetic memory, because he knew he would never forget that divine image in front of his eyes. Her breasts, legs, hips, her waist, everything seemed to scream to be touched and worshiped and Spencer couldn’t wait to do it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered more to himself than to her, his hands resting on his thighs as he continued to let his gaze wander down her body.

She smiled and Spencer almost fainted. And it wasn’t a mischievous grin but a real smile, one of those that weakened the knees and made everything more beautiful and brighter. One of those he’d never forget.

He took her hands and pulled her towards him making her sit on his lap, her legs tightly straddling his thighs. He groaned as his hard dick collided with her core, relieving that feeling of pressure and pain even if for just a few seconds.

Before he could say or do anything she had pressed her lips on his again, starting to sensually move on him, shamelessly grinding herself and unleashing obscene sighs from both of them that sounded like they were coming from a porn.

Spencer’s hands cupped her ass, pressing his fingers so hard into her skin as he followed her movements while her hands instead continued to roam his chest, her nails pressing into his skin until she leaves red marks on it.

“Fuck I want you so bad,” she breathed into his lips and he let out a particularly loud groan when she bit his bottom lip, sucking it. Her lips parted from his, leaving wet kisses along his jaw, down his neck, sucking, biting, nibbling at his skin.

Any trace of whatever indecision she felt was gone and he couldn’t control himself anymore. His body seemed to move automatically. Lust and desire had clouded his mind, that sublime mind that had done everything to prevent these moments from happening but that had given into the most primitive of instincts. Sex.

His hands went up to the skimpy top she was wearing, ripping it off without even thinking twice before dropping the broken material on the floor, soon joined by her bra as well. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching her turgid nipples that so recalled his mouth.

Spencer obeyed that wish, wrapping his lips around one of her breasts sucking it while he continued to grope the other. Her hands threaded through his hair, curling into fists and pulling, causing another groan from Spencer. He didn’t even know he was into this. His hips jerked up, continuing to grind against her for some relief.

“Please…” He let go of her breast, throwing his head back and fearing he’d explode right then and there. He wanted to know that stranger’s name, he desperately wanted to moan it and he equally desperately wanted to tell her his, just so he could hear it screamed by her beautiful mouth as he fucked her. “I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing this.”

She giggled and this was a further shock to Spencer, who thought he was going to have a heart attack at any moment. Her hands fumbled with his belt, undoing the button and pulling down the zip of his pants. He let out a sigh of relief when, after slightly lifting his hips, she lowered his pants along with his precum stained boxers, finally releasing his erection.

“Shit…” he hissed a curse through gritted teeth as her hand wrapped around his dick. It started to move up and down with it and he closed his parted lips as he tried to suppress his moans. His eyes were glued on that stranger’s hand who gave him pleasure, a vision he’d never forget. Her hand was so delicate and perfect, in stark contrast to the sinful and dirty action she was doing.

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan for me, okay?”

Spencer met her gaze and nodded, not trusting his own voice. She lifted herself from his lap and knelt between his spread legs and if Spencer hadn’t already been sitting down, the mere image of her on her knees with her hand wrapped around his dick would’ve made him fall to the ground.

“Is this okay?” She asked and Spencer found himself nodding again, this time with so much enthusiasm that she chuckled.

“Yes please…” he breathed as she continued to masturbate him, alternating fast and slow movements and making him lose his mind even more, if that was even possible. Her thumb drew imaginary circles on his red, wet tip, making him gasp against his will.

He placed a hand on her cheek, her skin hot against his palm, his thumb caressing her lips. His breath hitched in anticipation when she wrapped her lips around his thumb, her eyes never leaving Spencer’s as she sucked on his fingertip. “I’m dying to have this pretty mouth around my dick, do you want to show me what it can do?”

Spencer had no clue where this confidence was coming from, but he was too horny to think about shyness and what to say.

She let go of his thumb and stuck her tongue out before tracing the shaft of his penis with a single, excruciatingly slow lick from the base to his tip. He let out a deep, loud groan, throwing his head back as he felt his silky skin against her tongue. It was an aphrodisiac sensation and if Spencer was to believe in heaven and an afterlife, her mouth would definitely be his.

“Shit just like that,” he moaned as her tongue drew imaginary circles on his tip, sucking and taking away every trace of precum. His soul nearly left his body when she encircled his tip with her lips, sliding his length into her mouth until his dick hit the back of her throat.

She placed a hand on his bare, hairy thighs, dragging her nails across his skin as if to draw his attention to her and Spencer granted her wish, lifting his head and looking down at that sin dressed as an angel who was sucking his dick.

Fucking hell I don’t even believe in angels.

It was immoral, the most unethical thing he could’ve done, something for which he could’ve even be kicked out of the team but Spencer couldn’t care less, not when that mouth was sucking him like her life depended on it and making him feel a pleasure he couldn’t even think was possible to feel.

“You’re so good little angel,” he praised her, placing a hand on her head threading his fingers through her hair and a little spark lit up in her eyes. She definitely had a praise kink. “This mouth will be the death of me.”

She hollowed her cheeks, picking up the pace as her head bobbed up and down and her tongue licked circling his dick. Spencer felt like he was already one step away from exploding in her mouth, but he didn’t want to come, not before being buried deep inside her. “Dammit… Stop, stop, I don’t want to come yet.”

He cupped her face pressing his lips to her swollen, wet ones while simultaneously pulling her on his lap again. He kissed her as if he wanted to suck her soul out of her body, resting his hands on her smooth, bare thighs as his fingers pressed into her skin, teasing her but never touching that magical spot where Spencer couldn’t wait to sink.

“For fuck’s sake touch me,” she hissed impatiently pulling on the young man’s hair, earning a small grin from him.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck, inhaling deeply that scent he knew would torment him for the rest of his life, that scent that drugged and marked him in the span of very few seconds. His thumbs kept drawing circles on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy as she squirmed under his touch and Spencer was loving every single shred of the desperation she showed.

She wanted him.

She wanted him desperately.

Spencer never had someone who wanted him so badly, sure he had his experiences with women – albeit very limited ones – but he had never felt anything so deep, animalistic and visceral. He had never had any woman looking at him with that fire in her eyes, as if he was the only man who existed for her, as if he was everything she wanted, as if she could die at any moment if he didn’t give it to her.

But that stranger did.

And damn it felt so good.

“Please, I want it… I want you…” she cried out in an impatient and desperation tone and that was music to his ears. If there was some divine entity Spencer thanked it for making her wear a miniskirt.

His fingers slipped into her panties, moaning to himself as he felt the amount of fluids wetting her pussy. “So wet… You’re going to kill me, you know that right?”

She didn’t answer, she threw her head back while Spencer looked at her with hooded eyes and one of his fingers wasted no time in penetrating her. Her hips moved in rhythm and he trembled with anticipation, imagining her walls squeezing his dick.

“Fuck yes…” she moaned loudly, her hands in Spencer’s hair as he inserted a second finger inside her, watching her reaction and how her body writhed in pleasure.

“You’re so tight little angel, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside this wet pussy,” he murmured with pleasure before taking one of her breasts into his mouth, too temptingly as he sucked and licked it. His other arm went around her hips, holding her in place and keeping her from squirming away. “How many of them did you let fuck you mmh? How many have made you feel this way?” He licked her chest, her collarbone, every inch of skin he could reach before he began torturing her other breast.

“No one…” she breathed, unable to finish her sentence due to her heavy panting and moaning. Her thighs were shaking, her hands gripping his hair. “Nobody… Holy shit…” She trailed off again, her body contorting forward if it wasn’t for Spencer’s arm holding her and he knew his fingers had hit her G-spot.

He actually had no idea what he was doing or how to move but he was an attentive observer. His eyes glued to her studied with careful attention every single breath, the intensity of her moans, the way her muscles trembled, the way her pussy clenched, the way she held him, studying her body and quickly adapting to her reaction.

“Oh God yes, yes, you’re so fucking good keep going…” she cried out and then looked down at him. Her thumb traced his lips and – just as she had done earlier – he wrapped them around her finger, sucking on it as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Her walls clenched his wet fingers and if the vision of her coming over them didn’t make him lose his sanity, then he didn’t know what else would.

Spencer left her no room to catch her breath or strength after her orgasm.

“Open.” He ordered, bringing his fingers that until a few moments before were inside her, close to her lips. She didn’t hesitate to lick Spencer’s wet fingers clean, making him dizzy as her eyes watched with adulation and lust at the way his tongue sensually moved her fluids. “Yeah little angel, just like that.”

He was going crazy. He seriously thought his vessels were going to explode from how horny he was.

She let go of his fingers and sloppily kissed him, making him taste her juices on her tongue. “Fuck what are doing to me…” She whispered and something told Spencer she didn’t mean to say those words out loud.

“If you think I’m anywhere near done with you, you’re completely wrong,” he murmured against her lips. “Show me how a good girl you are and sit on me, let me see how this pretty pussy soaks my dick.”

Good job Dr Reid.

I’m really proud of myself.

“And here I thought you were a virgin,” she chuckled before getting up and taking a condom from one of the drawers in her closet, but not before taking off her panties. She settled down by straddling his thighs again before slipping the condom onto his painfully hard dick. She lifted her pelvis and wrapped her hand around Spencer’s dick, letting herself be penetrated until she found herself completely sitting on it. “But I know behind this cute pretty face you’re so dirty, filthy enough to fuck a stripper whose name you don’t even know.”

Spencer clung to every ounce of strength in his body to concentrate on anything other than the warm, wet walls of that stranger’s pussy or he would’ve come instantly.

He had even forgotten how good it felt to have sex after so long and remembered why people were so obsessed with it, why his team pestered him to get laid.

Her pussy engulfed him so perfectly it seemed to have been made just for him.

“You feel so good god…” she breathed out a moan interrupting her sentence as she slowly raised her hips and lowered herself again. Spencer couldn’t control a deep groan as she continued to tease and torture him with that slow motion, rolling her hips on his dick.

Spencer’s fingers found themselves on her ass for the second time, groping and spreading her ass cheeks trying to maintain control but it was so damn hard when all he wanted to do was fuck her brains out of her head.

“F-faster… You’re torturing me…” he panted brokenly, his chest quickly rising and falling as if he was running a marathon.

Instead, she kept going with her slow, destabilizing pace, lifting her hips again and slowly lowering herself on his raging dick, torturing him further as the sounds she let out filled the room. Those alone would’ve been enough to make him fall into the void and never be able to get back to the surface.

“Beg me.”

“Please, please… Make me feel good little angel, make me come,” he obeyed, not caring about sounding pathetic. The smirk that formed on her lips was the manifestation of the most pure form of sin, a sin for which there was no absolution or redemption.

Luckily Spencer didn’t even believe in these things.

But if there was a definition of heaven and hell, if they ever existed, it would’ve been her.

Her and those eyes that looked at him like they wanted to capture what was left of his soul, those eyes that would’ve made Spencer thrown himself off a cliff if she had asked.

Her and those hands that held him and touched him, causing him sensations he didn’t even know the meaning of, and this said something for a person who knew the meaning of every single word written in the dictionary.

Her and her deadly mouth that continued to kiss him until there was no air left in his lungs, her teeth biting him, her tongue licking his skin and sucking his tongue.

Her and those moans and gasps she couldn’t hold back and that Spencer was absorbing one by one, imprinting them in his memory so he could repeat them again and again.

“Look at you, aren’t you a desperate little thing? So hungry for me,” she sensually whispered in his ear and biting his earlobe. Fulfilling Spencer’s wishes, she began to increase her pace, placing her hands on the back of the couch for support.

Nothing resounded except their moans, pants, grunts mixing with each other, the sound of their skin rubbing and flapping and their lips smacking with each kiss with the smell of sex, sin and prohibition filling their nostrils.

Spencer’s eyes were glued on her, on her parted lips and her head thrown back, her eyes half closed, her tits bouncing in rhythm with her thrusts which he didn’t waste time taking into his mouth and sucking them, biting the nipples until they were numb.

She fisted Spencer’s hair again, pulling it and forcing him to tilt his head back to look at her. That gesture made him grunt and aroused him even more than he already was, and his hips twitched against her, giving a particularly deep thrust that made her curse.

“I can see how you’re holding back pretty boy,” she sighed, continuing to ride him but slowing her pace this time causing a pathetic cry to escape his lips. She kept brushing her lips against his without kissing him, with the sole aim of torturing him and driving him crazy. As if she hadn’t already done it. “Don’t hold back, I can see how much you want to ruin me, how much you’re dying to destroy me.”

“Fuck.” He cursed and something snapped inside him.

He thrusted his hips so deep into her she choked out a moan and he was sure she felt it in every corner of her pussy. His long fingers continued to press into the red, heated flesh of her ass holding her still while he jerked his hips forcefully, taking command even though she was still on top of him.

His dick kept pushing in and out of her, engulfed by her pussy as it tightened around him. Spencer knew how fundamental the importance of using protection was, especially with strangers, but he wished he didn’t wear that damn condom so much, so he could feel every wet corner of her around his dick.

“Oh fuck yes… Just like that,” she loudly moaned and he was sure that by now everyone had heard what was going on in that dressing room but had chosen to ignore it.

Spencer didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. He needed to come but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want this to end.

That’s why he made her get up off him, earning a confused expression before flipping her onto that couch and laying on top of her. He opened her legs and positioned himself between them. He left her no room to say anything as he aligned his dick with her entrance, penetrating her in one motion.

Her legs encircled his hips, her heels pressed against his skin as he fucked her on that couch like his life depended on it, with hard, deep thrusts that made her eyes water.

He had completely lost control.

His hand went around her throat, a gesture that happened spontaneously and that Spencer didn’t even realize until he saw the smirk and expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

How long has he been into choking?

That damn woman would be his downfall.

“Is this what you wanted?” he groaned, his fingers tightening sideways around her throat, being careful not to press on her windpipe. Some strands of hair fell in front of his eyes but she removed them, almost making him faint at that sweet gesture, in stark contrast to the animalistic way in which they were fucking.

“I knew there was a little devil inside you pretty boy, God you’re so fucking sexy,” she gasped, biting hit lower lips and making him increase his pace. “Yes, yes, yes I’m going to come… Keep going fuck yeah…”

His thrusts were deep, messy and although he tried to keep himself from coming, wanting to prolong that feeling of ecstasy as long as possible, it was impossible as her pussy kept clenching around him, moaning “I’m coming” in his ear so sexily it made him come. Spencer exploded and with one last thrust he let himself go into a mind-blowing orgasm that made his body tremble and his eyes blind for a few moments as he poured all his sperm inside the condom.

There were a few moments of silence, broken only by the panting and deep breathing of the two as they caught their breath.

After the ecstasy of the orgasm, Spencer stood up, noticing out of the corner of his eye that she too was trying to get up but her still shaking legs prevented her from doing so. He tried to hold back a smirk, giving her a hand and helping her to get on her feet before earning a feeble “Thank you.”

What the fuck did I just do?

I just had sex with a stripper who could be a potential witness/suspect while undercover.

I’m so screwed.

He realized the enormous mistake he had just made, not even imagining the consequences. He thanked no one in particular for not having worn the microphone or, holy shit, that would’ve been difficult to explain.

Spencer didn’t say a word and he was grateful that she didn’t either, too dazed and groggy to be able to face a conversation.

They both cleaned up in silence and after throwing the condom in the bin, Spencer tried to tidy himself up, tucking his shirt into his pants after buttoning it.

His profiler nature, however, couldn’t help but notice the way how her demeanor completely changed, going from that sexy vicious woman to a silent shy one. She hadn’t so much as glanced at him, he noticed how her shoulders were tense while she moved frantically as if she was trying to vanish from that dressing room as quickly as possible.

She was nervous.

But why?

“You still haven’t answered my initial question, you know?” Spencer broke the awkward silence, before he could stop his tongue.

Damn it Reid why do you want to complicate things so badly?

She turned her head towards him, looking at him with a confused expression trying to make up her mind.

But then a small smile spread across her features before she closed her backpack and placed it on her shoulder. “No one’s been lucky enough to get in here,” she replied, effectively giving the answer Spencer was looking for and for some strange and absurd reason he believed her. “Or unlucky, depending on your point of view.”

Before he could answer she gave him one last glance and left the dressing room. He was supposed to be relieved, there would be no question he couldn’t answer – especially after she realized David wasn’t his real name – but for some reason he couldn’t let go that sinking feeling in his stomach.

He was good at analyzing other people’s emotions, every facet and change of expression, but he wasn’t as good with himself.

He was tempted to follow her, at least to know her name, to find out who the woman who had fried his brain was, but before going out he noticed a small object near the door, probably fallen from her backpack before she went out.

He knelt to pick it up from the ground, but his blood froze in his veins and his heart stopped beating for a millisecond when he realized what the object was.

It was a purple lipstick.

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hard hours ?,!

my brain is full of yunho right now. imagine the reader has a oral fixation and it calms her down when she has something in her mouth.

he’s playing valorant or something and she really needs his pretty cock asap and he lets her just warm his cock in her mouth while playing

eventually he gets a little needdddyy! include some exhibitionist themes like him praising her while on mic with mingi or smth? go crazy with it!!

Put on a show..

pairing: gamer!yunho x fem!reader ft. gamer!mingi

genre: smut with little to no plot, fluff

summary: You get a little bit too needy when your boyfriend is busy playing with his friend..

word count: 1,8k+

tags/warnings: nudity, none of them are idols, reader has an oral fixation(it's not that good, I'm sorry), video call, exhibitionism, oral (m! receiving), slight clit play, spanking (f! receiving), praise(only once), short aftercare, there's no actual intercourse, they're just playing around, vulgar words

Feedback will be highly appreciated, I'd like to know what you guys think! ♡︎

Yunho and Mingi were playing. Again. The amount of "one more round" you have heard from your boyfriend in the past two hours is funny at this point. You couldn't wait any longer, you wanted him so bad.. So you decided to gain his attention in a different way. You weren't going to play innocent, not today. Taking off everything besides your underwear, you got on all fours and quietly crawled towards his gaming setup.

After finally finding your place under the desk, you looked up to see his face fully focused on the game. Yunho knew about your oral fixation, and it wasn't a problem for him. He actually enjoyed it, the thought of your pretty face stuffed with his cock never failed to give him a boner. However, not used to initiating things, you were unsure as fuck of your actions. After a short moment of thinking, you hesitantly tugged on the seam of his sweatpants. It clearly shifted something inside of him, his adam's apple bobbing. His fierce eyes looked down on you, focusing for a second on your perky nipples. He's getting riled up, that's a good sign..

"Want you in my mouth.." you mumbled out quietly. He sent you a look of approval, a silly grin painting his face. You licked your lips hungrily and pulled down his pants completely. What a surprise, he had been going commando all this time.

Yunho's half-hard cock slapped against his abdomen, the wet sound so loud, some of it could be heard on his mic, catching the other male's attention. You gently grabbed his member, and even though it wasn't fully erected, you could feel it pulsing and twitching under your touch, the tip already leaking with precum, begging to be sucked on. Not wanting to wait any longer, you wrapped your lips around his dick, this particular action making him moan out loud. This time, much to your relief, his mic was off. 

As expected of his thick girth, your jaw got sore in mere minutes. However, that didn't bother you at all, content with finally having him in your mouth after waiting for so long. His salty essence kept on dripping, this time, down your throat. He was so heavy, putting some great force on your tongue, and it felt so good, muffled whines kept on escaping your used mouth. Soon enough, he was fully hard, the vibration of your voice too pleasurable to bear with. Deep, breathy grunts could be heard around the bedroom, your boyfriend getting closer to his release.

On accident, Yunho turned on his mic, your filthy sounds loud and clear for his best friend. "Are you alright? Hello?" Mingi asked. You immediately froze, too scared to get caught. It didn't really phase Yun, and he gently nudged your chin with his finger to signal that you should relax and go back to what you were doing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it, bro," he confirmed and went mute. To ease your worries, his fingers ended up on your head, softly stroking your beautiful locks. It encouraged you a lot, soft whimpers leaving your lips once again.

Without your knowledge, Yun turned on his microphone again, this time on purpose, letting the other male hear all of the nasty noises you guys were creating. At first, Mingi would ignore the sounds until..

"Such a good girl. Yeah, are you pleased with having your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock? Hm?" your boyfriend said, making you moan like a bitch in heat. That's it, a tent started slowly forming in Mingi's shorts. Fuck, he didn't want to come off as a pervert, but everything that was happening right now got him stroking his sensitive length through the thin fabric, biting on his lower lip in order to reach an orgasm without your knowledge. Ah, he was so glad to have his camera turned off.

At some point, Yunho stopped thinking about the game, the thought of fucking that little throat of yours completely fogged up his brain.

He grabbed the back of your head and started moving his hips, which was not so smart as he quickly lost control of himself, and his long dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. "What was that noise, man??" Mingi finally asked, although he already knew the answer. You thought Yunho would try to save himself, but oh, you were so wrong.

He turned on his camera and rolled back his chair until you were visible. "What was that noise, you ask?" his hand grabbed a handful of your hair. "Off." you immediately let go of his cock with a pop sound. You looked at Yunho's monitor and saw Mingi in his pajamas. He looked so shocked yet so fucking hot, the sight of his long, blonde hair made your panties sticky with arousal. "Say hi to our friend, whore," your boyfriend demanded. "H-hi, Mangi," you tried your best, but it didn't sound appealing, your voice too groggy.

The man behind the screen clearly had no clue that his camera was on, as he pulled his length out of his shorts, half of it visible to both you and Yunho. "Hello.." his deep voice could be heard from the speakers, sending shivers down your spine. Before you could say anything else, Yun filled your mouth with his girth again, this time more roughly, making you scream out of surprise.

You made eye contact with him, and his eyes said one thing. Suck. So you did so, a white, creamy residue forming around your lips from how fast you bobbed your head up and down. "Let's play another match," said Yunho in a shaky tone, followed by a muffled groan when you squeezed his heavy balls.

Mingi, however, being too stunned by what was happening, didn't answer. Yunho released a deep sigh and stopped your movements. "If you want to watch so much, then watch, idiot.." he stood up and changed your position in a way so the other male could see both your mouth and cunt. He grabbed his moistened tip and directed it to your lips, forcefully prying them open. Oh, you were in for a ride.

"Come on, slut. Look at him, he's so desperate. Probably wants that precious body all to himself. Let's put on a show for him, shall we?" not expecting a response from any of you, he started thrusting into your mouth. His moves were rough and fast, tight balls slapping against your chin with every push. You choked on his member, streaks of salty tears running down your face, but you loved it. You loved every second. You wanted him to absolutely ruin you. Use you like one of his toys.

"Look at her, isn't she so pretty?" Yunho asked. Mingi just nodded his head, not knowing where to look. "Take off your soaked panties, show your stupid cunt to him," your boyfriend ordered, so you slowly pulled them off, the black piece clinging to your skin because of the wetness.

Once you were completely bare, Yunho continued on with fucking your throat. To turn on Mingi even more, you decided to pleasure yourself and started slowly rubbing your puffy clit with the black langerie piece. You moved the soaked material up and down, nudging your bundle of nerves in the best places possible. It felt so good, your tight hole kept on closing and opening, clear arousal dripping out of it, ending up on the floor.

Your boyfriend caught up pretty quickly on your shenanigans and decided to spice it up by using his free hand. He slapped your buttocks with so much force, you swear it had you seeing stars for a moment. He kept on spanking you, leaving red handprints on your ass and making it jiggle.

And oh, it definitely helped Mingi. With his lustful eyes focused on your body, he started jerking off his dick even faster. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was biting his lower lip. Fuck, he looked so delectable.

Yunho's sounds got louder, and so did yours. Finally, his head tilted back, sweat dripping down his face, and his mouth wide open from the intense pleasure. He was letting out the beautifulest moans and groans known to mankind as his cock started throbbing, and soon enough, thick strings of cum shot from his tip right into your throat. You swallowed everything and pulled away to catch a breath.

You found a portable mirror laying on Yunho's desk, so you grabbed it to check out yourself, and to say less, you looked like a cheap whore. Ruined makeup, teary eyes, sweaty skin, dishevelled hair.. Fuck. 

You tried to stand up but failed miserably, your legs too wobbly to take a step. Yunho softly grabbed your waist and sat you down on his lap in the gaming chair. "Everything okay? Want me to bring you some water, tiny?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. You giggled at him, happy to have your gentle giant back. "Yes, please. My throat hurts a little bit.." you answered. Yunho kissed your temple in response and left to get something for you. 

Your thoughts went back to Mingi, and you immediately opened up discord to see if he still was on the call. He was! "Mangi..?" you asked, unsure if he would respond, as the screen was black. You heard some shuffling, it appears that he had to put his headset back on and fix the position of his camera. "Oh, yeah? I'm here," he said, his face finally visible again. A subtle blush adorned his cheeks, and his blonde strands were all over the place. Your lips widened at the cute view. You guys chatted for a while, talking about everything, waiting for Yunho to come back.

"Hey.. I wanted to ask you something.." he interrupted out of the blue, nervousness evident in his words. You replied with a simple "Hmm?", not knowing what to expect from someone so unpredictable like him. "Did you.. Cum? During our call.." His voice was so damn awkward. You couldn't see his face anymore, but you could bet he was scratching the back of his neck while asking. Not wanting to lie, though, you slipped out a quiet "No.." and cleared your throat. Gosh, what have you gotten yourself into. 

Before you could change the subject, you felt a muscular arm grab your chin and tilt your head away from the computer. It was Yunho. "My lady didn't cum, hm?" he asked, that deep voice of his laced with mockery. Your eyes widened, thighs rubbing against each other. Upon seeing your weak state, he chuckled and got close to your right earlobe. He gently bit on it and let out the sexiest sigh you have ever heard. 

"I guess it's your turn now, tiny."

author's note: thank you so much for this ask, I hope you will like it, anon🫢 Because it's my first ask ever, I've decided to turn it into a drabble. It's trash, I know, but it's my first time writing something in less than 12 hours. Oh and, I'm sorry, I went a little bit overboard with the exhibitionism themes💀

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Kinktober Day 9: Body Worship

DBF!Jim Hopper x Artist!Fem!Reader

Summary: Hooper becomes your muse.

Warnings: age gap (Hopper 40s, Reader 20s), unethical relationship, cheating, c*ck worship, cum eating, cumming untouched, facef*cking, body worship, hopper has a big one (i know it), dacryphilia

You’re sitting at your dining room table sketching away when you felt a heavy hand on your head, tussling your hair. You quickly place your arms over your work, looking back at the unexpected guest with an anxious smile.

Hopper gives you a warm genuine smile. He’d come over for dinner by your father’s invitation with his girlfriend, Joyce Byers. When you learned of his relationship status, you were quite disappointed to say the least. You want to be happy for him as he appears to be a lot healthier and happier but because he’s not with you, it doesn’t settle right. Because of this you ignored him the entire night.

“Hey, kid,” He says with a soft chuckle at your startled look. His eyes squint at the way you hid your sketchbook. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You sigh, trying to feign indifference. “You wouldn’t like it.”

“No, I’m really curious,” He insists, sitting in a chair to face you. “I always care for your art.”

You clutched the book to your chest before slowly releasing it for him to take. It’s erotica art. The male vampire lover similar-looking to Hopper feeding from the breast of a woman similar-looking to you.

“That’s pretty good stuff.” He says, much to your surprise.

“I-it is.”

“Yeah,” He laughs. “Is this why you were afraid to show me?”

Your eyes bug out of your head. Did he catch on that the drawing looks similar to him? It’s so obvious! Of course, he knows.

“Because of a little nudity?” He continues. So he didn’t catch on, after all.

“Well, yeah,” You follow through with his observation. “People tend to get a bit uncomfortable with nudity so I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“I don’t mind nudity especially when it comes to incredible art like yours. The human body’s a natural thing.”

“Exactly! That’s actually the concept I’m going for with my art. Natural bodies, sexualities, and kinks. It’s about what makes humans find beauty and attraction or lack thereof beyond the human flesh.”

“I think it’s brilliant. Maybe a little above my intelligence level but I know you’ve got it.”

“Actually, I think you might be the only one who understands around here,” You admit. “My parents…they just think this whole art thing’s unsustainable. But I think with this art installation project coming up, I can prove them wrong. Do you…do you think you can help me, Sheriff Hopper?”

“How could I help?” He asks.

“Be my muse, pretty please.”

And when he agreed he’d no clue what he’d signed himself up for. For you to be so bold to ask your father’s best friend to be your muse when it meant seeing him in the nude, he couldn’t fathom you asking such a thing. And yet now here he was in your small studio contemplating on whether he should go through with removing the remainder of his clothing.

You place your pencil down onto the canvas’s utensil holder, approaching his tall frame. “What’s wrong? Do you need help taking off your pants?”

He swallows convulsively. “When I said I’d be your muse, I thought you just needed me to hold a quick pose…fully clothed.”

“My art concept’s about natural bodies, Sheriff,” You grab unto the waist band of his jeans that had been slightly undone to reveal his white boxers. You drag his pants down a little to where his rather sizable member rests above the open fly. He’s growing hard. “You knew that though. It’s exactly why you agreed to becoming my muse—so I can worship you.”

You palm him through his underwear and he groans, taking your hand away to place them over his hairy chest.

“I knew you as a teenager.” He protests.

“I was 19.” You roll your eyes, using your free hand to hook into his underwear and pull him closer.

“Your father wouldn’t approve.” He argues, a moan bubbling in his throat when you begin to kiss on his chest and swirl a tongue around his nipple. He squeezes your hand a little, releasing as if it is an expression of his diminishing restraint.

You pull away with a wet pop, a line of saliva connecting as you stare up at him with doe eyes. “When have I ever cared what my father approves of?”

“I have a girlfriend.” He counters.

You move your lips to his ear, hotly whispering, “So do I.”

Your lips find each other’s in a sloppy make out session of tongues and clashing teeth. Your hands roam his body, caressing his belly then slipping down his underwear to jerk him off. Even though, you can’t see it, you can tell that it’s not only deathly thick and long but super veiny, too, with a wicked curve. No wonder Joyce had been limping all throughout dinner that day.

You break away from his lips, peppering wet kisses all over his stomach and dipping your tongue in his bellybutton. When you’re finally on your knees, you rub the base of him through the fabric. You bite your lip in anticipation as you finally take initiative and pull him out of his confines, mouth dropping open at the look of him. Just as veiny as you thought with heavy, sagging balls to match. You’re drooling, licking your lips and staring up at him one last time before focusing your eyes on the leaking tip and enclosing your mouth around him.

He cradles the back of your head with one hand while the other pounds a fist against your not-so-high ceilings, a loud growl escaping his clenched teeth.

You bob your head quickly, dramatically gagging on him and its loud and messy but neither of you care. Soon, he’s fucking your mouth both hands interlocked on the back of your head while you do a mix of massaging his clothed thick thighs or raking your sharp nails down his pudgy tummy. Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to take him but you’ll take whatever he gives you even if it kills you.

You don’t even need to touch yourself as the juices flow out of you, streaming down your inner thighs. You’re humping the air, core contracting around nothing as his whines are the only thing fueling you to near your end.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming.” He hisses, rapid final thrusts of his wide cock into your mouth. He holds you down, your nose embedded in his pubic hair and you taste his hot spunk shoot down your throat. Just from that, you cum untouched, the act of being used so filthily making it possible.

You’re limited in breathing as you inhale through your nose and your jaw hurts but it’s all worth it as your eyes roll back and you quiver as much as your body could under his hold.

He finally releases your head, pulling his cock out of your wet mouth with webs of saliva to follow as you gasp for air.

“Was I inspiring enough for you?” He asks cockily.

Your throat itches as you let out a low giggle. “You’re perfect.”

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬/𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

You Make Me, Make Sense

【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

『Word count』 : 3.50k

-> Genre: Dark Romance. Fluff. Suggestive.  

Paring: Human!San x Succubus!Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of rape. Non-con [doesn’t involve San.] nudity. Imprisonment. Slavery. Use of the name master. Swearing. Withc craft. Kissing, mention of sex. Kind of character death? Lots of heart aching romance. petnames.

Thank you, @sanniesbunnie, for requesting San for this day. ♡♡♡♡

Note : I'm really proud of this story arch even though there isn't any smut ehhe. I enjoyed writing this style so much, and I'm definitely making more in the future. ♡

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“Come on, please. Let’s just go home.” Seonghwa stated, hugging his chest with tight arms. Hongjoong was rubbing slow circles in his back trying to calm down the older male but in truth, he was just as scared as he was. The only ones in fact out of all the men who weren’t scared were Jongho and Yeosang. They all thought it would be a good idea,  instead of spending one of the spookiest nights of the year watching horror films, they picked one of the closest abandoned estates. It also happened to be a church just outside of the city. So here the eight of them were, exploring the eerie run-down building. At first, they poked fun, none of them believing in such myths of demons or the supernatural.

But as they went deeper into the church, heading down towards the basement. Something felt off. And they all started voicing their concerns. Well everyone but San. For once he went silent. No longer say how stupid this trip was and how he was the only one who didn’t want to be there. He stopped cracking jokes. No, he was as quiet as a mouse and it made everyone else worried. “Uhh, maybe we should go now before it gets dark.” Wooyoung tugged on San’s arm, but the male did not budged, almost hypnotized in a way.

“Hey, San. Let’s go.” Seonghwa yelled from the back of the group. But again, San did not respond, he just kept walking down the flight of stairs leading to the basement. He felt the sudden need to be in the dim room below. Like something was calling from him. The voices of his friends were muffled in the background of his mind, and a thick ball of saliva was cut in his throat. The others had stopped in their tracks hearing the wind whispers and whales. Something was wrong, something unworldly. All the guys felt like someone had walked over their graves. But San felt a pull like a siren was calling a pirate at sea. Comfort and safety that hid nothing but death.

Everyone looked at him again before bickering amongst themselves, trying to decide what to do. But it was too late, San had opened the door to the basement and walked right into it. “Wait San!” They all yelled, but it was useless. The door shut in their faces, locking them outside. The loud bang of the old oak door snapped San out of his hazed state, suddenly and frantically looking around in the pitch-black room. His breathing quickened and he yelled for his friends calling their names out one by one. But no one answered.

He was alone.

Or so he thought. A soft smell of rose petals and sage caught his attention, seeing a small flame appear on the other side of the room. He watched slowly as candles on the walls, tables and shelves began to light all on their own. The room was painted in an orange hue from the fire, letting him finally see his surroundings. There was a large old carpet in the middle of the room, around it was some tables with or sorts on them. Potion-making material maybe? San wasn’t very knowledgeable on the witchy arts but he’s seen enough movies to know what it looked like. “H-Hello?”

He called out, desperate to know why he was in this strange room by himself. The fear he felt moments ago was dissipating quickly, leaving an innocent-like curiosity. Why was he not fearing for his life? Why did he not want to run and find an exit? He couldn’t understand, letting his fingers rake over old books and instruments before making his way over to a lectern. It had an ancient textbook open on it, showing a key to the book. He flicked through it, feeling the old leathery-like paper under the pads of his fingertips.  But he had to stop on one page as if the book was calling for him to stop. There was that feeling again. The pull. The urge to do something? But what?

Read…

“By the forces of heaven and hell. Draw to us this woman fell. In dreams, she comes, but wake is stronger. Send thu an enchantress before the night ends to somber.” San had no idea what he just said aloud or what the language could be. Maybe Latin? He thought. Or some type of old ancient language. One that’s been dead longer than he was alive. He couldn’t explain to himself let alone to his friends once he finally managed to get out, why was he was here, nor why he was reading Latin. Nothing was making sense. Yet everything strangely felt right.

The next moment before San began to think, a shift in the floor caught his attention. Followed with a loud rumble, in the centre of the room it seemed to open a crack in the floor. San had to rub his eyes at what he was seeing, sure candles lighting by themselves might have been enough to convince him of magic or the supernatural but the large opening in the floor which seemingly looked as if hell broke through surely took the cake.

Blinking his eyes rapidly rubbing them in an attempt to see what was happening in front of him and then suddenly all the candles blew out and the light from the crack in the floor was gone. It was pitch black once again. Until a small pink hue illuminated his view. The soft light was pouring from what seemed to be two hard objects. Wait no, a person? “H-Hello?”

The creature that was laying on it’s knees jumped up, frightened from the noise. The creature was a mixture of pinks and black shades. Wings stretching out as if they had been curled up for centuries. And a tail, one so long it could wrap around the little demons body. It turned to face San and he had to hold his breath. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Your bright glowing pink eyes were wide and almost innocent. While your roses hued skin fell contrast to the pitch black horns decorating your head. Your long black tail swayed curiously with the glowing peach pink catching San’s eyes. You weren’t human, yet you looked almost human. “M-Master?”

Your voice was sweet, like a siren. It was smooth, and somber, drawing him in just like the book had done prior. Were you the one calling him with the book? But why? “w-who are you?” San wanted to ask what are you but chose against it. You stood up with wobbly legs, wanting to get closer to your saviour but you ultimately fell back down onto the soft dusty carpet. San noticed your weakness, moving faster than his own thoughts he was in front of you in seconds, gabbing your hands as if that would hold you up in a way. You gulped at his touch, sending a shock wave of pleasure towards San without meaning to.

He felt hot, like a motion of a summer heat blared through his veins. Your skin felt so soft, smooth. Unlike any type of silk San had ever felt. Now that he was closer to you, he was able to take a lot more details, noticing tattered cloth around your bust and lower parts. The only thing humanly in nature on you was a collar, with a thick padlock on it. “Are you okay?” he had to ask feeling a sense of worry with the chain around your delicate neck.

You looked at him with warm eyes. You don’t recall anyone ever asking if you were okay. Then again you had been a slave, bound to the very book San had just read aloud for over many centuries. Stuck in a loop of waiting for another to summon you. None of them freed you or even wanted to know what, who or why you were bound and alone. Every single man that awoken you only wanted one thing. “I...I’m fine master.”

It felt like he was playing such a cruel game. Trying to trick you into thinking he cared. But from all the experience you’ve had with men you know, he would be just the same. So why not start it yourself? Hoping he’d be quick like the others. You gripped the knot on the rag you wore as a shirt and started to undo making San look down in confusion but before he could voice himself your lips locked on his making him gasp. Why on earth were you kissing him, or better yet, why would you undress yourself? Your lips were so soft, so plump, almost hypnotizing but San managed to snap out of it, frantically grabbing your hands so you’d stop undressing.

Pulling away he looked at you with worry making you scared that you might have done something wrong; “Why did you kiss me!?” he didn’t mean to sound aggressive but his deep voice made you flinch. Lowering your head you could feel a tightness in your throat and a groan in your gut.

“I-I’m so sorry master. I didn’t m-mean t―will you stop calling me that.” he cut you off. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to understand what was going on. He could see you playing with your fingers, not looking at him but only at the ground. For a demon, you were as human depicted. He would have thought of some scary soul-hungry beast that hated the human race. But you were completely different. You were cute, shy, and definitely not a beast of any kind. Using his fingers, he lifted your face up by your chin making you look at him. His eyes were soft making your watery ones shift between his features.

“I have no clue what I did to bring you here but I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression…” his words seemed genuine making you feel like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. He would have been the first person to look at you like a being and not something to use. Your pink cheeks grew hot tainting them a deep red from embarrassment. He cleared out his throat trying to find how to express why he was even there in this dark basement in the first place. “I felt like I needed to read the book. Even though I had no clue what I was saying or if I said it right.” he chuckles trying to lighten the mood but you stayed silent listening to him. He had a nice voice, a caring tone. You never knew how much you missed conversation until now.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond. He begins to ramble, hoping that if he opens up more it will somehow comfort you. He told about his friends and why none of them including him really wanted to go to the church but since it was Friday the 13th they all decided it would be a great idea to scar one another. You chuckled, lightly making San smile. He was glad he was able to make you smile, heck even laugh. He then decided to brave it and asked you some questions.

“oh, and I’m San by the way. I might be a bit rusty but I know demons don’t tell mortals their real name…but could I ask; what do you want me to call you? Can I ask why happened to you?” His voice was shaky, heart racing like a sports car. It was silent for a moment but San waited, finding patience for you.

“It’s a curse. I uh.. angered the men in my village. They thought I was a witch and killed the priests' son…”

“Oh…” San was not expecting that.

“To be fair I was a witch. But I didn’t kill that babe. He was a stillborn but he needed to blame someone for his genetic ‘sin’. the village witch would suffice…” you looked up at him, giving him a defeated look. He felt terrible that this all happened to you. “they used one of my demonology books I was studying at the time and turned me into a succubus. Forcing me to please the same men that damned me. I guess all men love this idea to taint a creature other than human.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. If I could time travel, I would go back in time to stop you from being imprisoned. Kill every man that tried to hurt you.” he doesn’t know where this protectiveness is coming from but it felt like he needed to. Protect you from men, protect you from anything. Keep you safe. Hold you close. Have you as his—

“I...Uh, is there a way to unbreak it?” His words made your heart stop. You never thought someone would ask you such a thing. Your eyes swelled, lip quivering. Jumping over to San to give him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around your bare waist without hesitation, bringing his face into the crook of your neck. You smelt like strawberries, and fresh cream, with a hint of fresh grass. Your body sat so perfectly against his and your skin was so soft. Your hair brushed slightly against his nose tickling him slightly. You were so perfect, no matter how “beast” like others would say you are. Everything went silent again but it was not awkward. He just slowly stroked your hair, letting you cry against his chest, wetting his shirt.

Once you calmed, you sat up but not moving off his lap. Looking around the room you see some red candles, sage and other ingredients for a curse-breaking spell. Your hands dug into his shoulders while his hands never left your hips. Your tail swayed slightly,  grazing against San’s hand. “Okay if I prepare the addictive’s then you can read the spell out…given I cannot touch the book.”

San quickly said yes, helping you stand. You wobbled over to one of the tables picking up things San couldn’t even begin to understand what they’d be used for. You directed him to take the objects to the floor where you were both sat. While you wrote down some scribbles, sigals? Defineifty sigals.

“Okay ready. Uh, if you go to the back of the book there will be reversing spells. Look for the one that says sex demon.” you said it so casually he had to stop for a moment, choking on his saliva.

“S-sex demon.” That’s what you were. He guessed that the men used you in, defiling ways. But the fact you were a sexual demonic being made his stomach turn. “I’m sorry…” was all he could say.

“hmm, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You stopped drawing the sigal, beginning to play with the chalk, feeling a sense of oddness from hearing San be so forgiving, so caring.

“Will you become human again…” He asks making you step back into your mind for a moment. “would you stay the age you were before you were a demon? Having lost no time. Or would you rapidly age…” you never thought about it like that, feeling so giddy about finally being able to get to be human and yet you had no idea what would truly happen if you completed the spell.

“I don’t know… but anything is better than being this thing I’ve been for centuries. If I do become human again and I do get to live.” you hiccuped a little. “I want to see the sun again.” a tear spills of your cheek. “I want to feel the grass on my toes. Sense the cool breeze on my cheeks.”

You sounded almost poetic in a way. You old tongue making language sound more elegant than it was today in modern society. “I’ll show you.” he smiled. “I’ll show you the world when we get you free. I promise.”

San sighed, gulping slightly at the thought his promise could be emptier than he would have wished. But he wanted to be hopeful, not just for him. But for you. He needed you to taste freedom, even if it was just for a moment. Everything was set quickly after, and you sat down in the circle you had drawn up. You were ready, looking at San to give him the all-clear. “Uh before we start could I ask for one thing.”

He had been humming and haring about this thought. It rattled in his brain for a good few minutes. If you were about to die he wanted to say something, even if he sounded like a fool for it. “Go on.”

“We just met and I don’t even know your name but I’m glad to have met you. For the first time in a long time, it felt like my world was making sense. Like life wasn’t on its own head. You…” he paused looking anywhere else in the room other then your cute figure. “you make me, make sense…”

He didn’t know if he knew to himself it was a confession of love, or friendship or anything. The words felt right and he needed you to hear them. And before he could take back anything playing it off as he was being stupid you whispered something catching his gaze. And then you spoke again, repeating a single name a loud;

“That’s my name…and you also make me feel like I make sense.” you both had to laugh at how ridiculous the meaning sounded. But it was now your meaning. The phrase you both could secretly share.

“Can I kiss you one more time…” His voice slipped off his tongue before he could say anything. You blushed again, but not out of embarrassment this time but bashfulness. You nodded your head letting San jump from his position at the lectern stepping carefully but quickly over the markings before cupping your face to kiss you. It was a kiss you’ve never experienced before. One of passion, not pure disgusting, lust or ownership. He kissed you as if you were a goddess in front of him, giving him the pleasure of sealing your lips against his own. Not like some pig looking for somewhere to put his tongue down.

He pulled away letting you catch a breath, your noses rubbing against one another and your breaths mixing like a perfect combination. “I swear, you live and I won’t let you go,” he promised.

You giggled, “deal.”

He finally let you go moving back to the lectern finding the page he needed to read. Once you gave the all clear he began to slowly read the foreign language out. You had to bite your tongue, finding it a little funny how even though he is getting the words right they sound so choppy coming off his non-Latin tongue. The wind started to whistle and the candles lit one by one, smoke drew around you and your heartbeat slowed, then slowed until your eyes grew heavy. San got to the end of the passage finally done with the incantation, looking up he saw you hunched over on the ground. Your palm flat on the cold concrete and your tail swaying had slowed. Your pink eyes soon faded, becoming grey. While your horns turned a pitch-coloured dusting away along with your tail.

The spell was working.

Your skin turned from a soft coral pink back to what it once was and your hair, too. Everything was working. Everything was going to plan. And then a gust of wind rawred towards San, punching him back against the book shelf behind him successfully knocking him out.

-

San groaned, sitting up slowly while rubbing the back of his neck. His hazy eyes glance at all the papers and books around him. Wait had the spell worked? He stood up fast, shaking off the sudden head rush looking to see a normal human girl lying unconscious in the middle of the room. It was you. “darling!”

He ran towards you, dropping down to his knees so he could place your head in his lap. You weren't breathing, and he couldn’t feel a pulse. “Nonononono. Come one!” he rambled laying you down he checked your vitals, seeing your heart was in fact beating. He got to work, thanking his parent for teaching him how to give CPR. Starting compressions he counted. And counted. And then some. But you weren't coming back…

“No….I… I was supposed to show you the sun.” Tears wet his cheeks, as he sat there for a second, minutes, hours. He did not know anymore. He promised to set you free and he had failed. “I’m sorry…I’m so.. so, sorry.”

He hugged you, held your lifeless body tightly, until a lone arm wrapped around his neck. “Why are you sorry?”

“Oh my god!” he pulled back just to kiss you, holding you once more. You laughed in the kiss, crying tears of relief, joy... He had helped you be who you once were and you would never have to see the grim basement you were forced to call home ever again.

You were free.

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

Small NSFW & SFW headcannons Human!Muzan x Reader

Warning: ⚠️ NSFW, Blow job, handjob, some fluff, Muzan is gender fluid (canon), sexual nudity, submissive!Muzan, dom!reader, 69

A/N: Hey it’s me, I kinda lost my will to write so yeah…but the new Kny leaks has given me a little motivation. So yeah here y’all go

SFW

𓇢𓆸 You were one of Muzans assigned caretakers, at first he hated you. He hates everyone but he definitely didn’t like you, he had no reason he just did.

𓇢𓆸 He made your life so hard, he refused to do anything you asked of him. It would be little things, like asking him to lift up his arms so you bathe him or if he could please hold still so you could brush his hair: stuff like that

𓇢𓆸Eventually he stopped resisting after he started noticing his hygiene getting poor. He still was rude and snappy though.

𓇢𓆸Soon he just said nothing at all, you didn’t Interest him and you didn’t annoy him so he guessed you’re alright. You were putting a cold cloth over his puffy eyes and he told you “you’re not my favorite caretaker but….you’re the one I tolerate the most” you told him thank you

𓇢𓆸You didn’t start bonding until you caught him using his food as lipstick. You left only for a little bit to wash up and to your surprise you see him using the red tea to dye is lips. You kinda just stood there in shock, Muzan noticed you and was very flustered. He yelled at you to leave and threw a plate at you.

𓇢𓆸 Very bluntly you asked him if he would like to ware makeup or at least tried. He talked over you the entire time saying that it was nothing. Only stopping when you asked if he wanted to borrow your lipstick, he went quiet and said yes.

𓇢𓆸 There started your bounding. Muzan always stood very still when you would apply the lipstick not wanting to accidentally mess it up. Afterwards he would start at himself in the mirror carefully examining himself as you would hold the mirror for him. After sometime he would ask if you thought he looked pretty if he looked like a lovely young woman.

𓇢𓆸It was a everyday thing were you would come in and put lipstick on him, then it became a every other day thing, then every other week and so on so forth. After sometime he would ask if you would apply powder to his face, do his hair and let him borrow your clothes.

𓇢𓆸On days he went all out he would ask you to refer to him as a woman and you did. Other days he went by male. You had to admit he did make a very lovely woman.

𓇢𓆸you gained some muscle while being his caretaker, he would ask if you could help him go outside. It usually ended up with you carrying him around the property. He is light but as a caretaker you didn’t really do lifting, you got used to it.

𓇢𓆸Rainy days is his favorite, the sun isn’t in his eyes and the garden looks very lovely. He would ask you to put him down put still hold onto him so he could jump into a puddle (he wanted to see what all the fuss was about)

𓇢𓆸 Muzan often ask you do certain things so he can understand or experience them. Example he would ask you to hug him because he wanted to know what it felt like. Or for you to hold his hand or dance with him (it didn’t last long, he can barely stand)

𓇢𓆸One day he ask for you to kiss him, he’s never been kissed before and he wanted to experience it before he dies. You did and he asked if you could do it again and again and again and again…

NSFW

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Remeber how I mentioned he wanted you to help him experience certain things? Yeah it soon got dirty. You started with kissing with tongue, he wasn’t good at it but he got the hang of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘Muzan asked you if he could see your breast, you said yes. You would undo your top and sit in front of him giving him a good view of your chest. Then he asked if he could touch and of course you said yes.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ he’s never touched a boob before so this was very new to him, you had to guide his hand and show him how to properly grope a woman. You would tell him where he should touch and which parts are most pleasurable.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ On Muzans fem days he would ask if you would grope him as if he was a female with breast. You would and you discovered his chest is sensitive. Taking it a step further you would kiss down to his neck then to his chest. Telling him woman like it when men take special care to their chest. He took a mental note of that.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ Muzan asked you if you would jerk him off he needed to know what it would feel like if it was someone else’s hand. You would him against your chest and you slowly stroke your hand up and down his hand. He would whimper into you breast as tears fell down his face. He was in Heaven.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You were the one to suggest giving him a blowjob, he was a little confused on why you would want to do that but soon understood. This was definitely his favorite, the warm heat of your mouth and skill full tongue on his sensitive member drove him insane. He would cage you in between his legs and his arms wrapped around your head holding you in place.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ He liked to cum in your mouth as he wanted the feeing of your mouth to last as long as possible. Not that you mind he never lasted long and didn’t cum a bunch so you were okay.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆I guessed I should have mentioned that Muzan can only last one round

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆Muzan asked if you could sit on his face as he wanted to return the favor. It didn’t last long as Muzan complained that he couldn’t breathe and you were too heavy, sure you were plump but so was everyone woman at the time. You were very disappointed and muzan is skillful with his tongue.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆you offered to ride him as you both were ready for full on intimacy but that didn’t last long either. Again he complained that you were too heavy but to his credit he tried to hold out to the end.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆You both came to a compromise though, you would jerk him off and he would would finger you. That was the best you were gonna get and you both made the best of it.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆he actually came up with a better position for you both. He asked if he could lay ontop of you head on opposite sides. You were confused and he was honestly confused but you did it and worked very well. He was able to finally give you pleasure while at the same time you could do the same.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆The vibrations of his moans against your clit made your legs wobble. Muzan understands that he doesn’t last long and he wants to cum with you, so he would suck on the nub and finger you.

A/N: idk what else to add so here y’all go 😭✌️ also thank you lovely’s for 900 followers I really appreciate all the support 🤧

[bagofshinyrocks]

Face to Face

Prompt: Reader has vitiligo and is insecure about it. Ghost finds it attractive. [Requested by anonymous]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: insecurity about vitiligo; past teasing/bullying/disrespect/etc. regarding vitiligo; no reference to genitalia, but reader uses he/him pronouns; besides the skin condition, no reference to the reader's skin color; no smut, but nudity; two dudes who like dudes making jokes about dudes liking dudes

Note: Vitiligo is an autoimmune disorder wherein patches of skin lose pigment. I totally recommend looking it up if you haven't heard of it.

A/N: Brain shit itself, but hopefully this is still enjoyable to y'all.

You could have kicked yourself. All the years of prods and nicknames (especially in the military), polite and impolite inquiries, stares. You had tried sunscreen, makeup, every medicine available to you either at home or in the clinics. Even did some research on phototherapy.

And you could have just worn a fucking balaclava like this bloke from ‘Manchesta’ (with quite the man-chest). No one even looked at him for very long. You figured wearing a goofy costume mask would get eternal ribbing, but no. None at all. Very relieving to you.

The next time you changed bases you started wearing something to hide your face. Balaclava, facial mask, sunglasses. If it was in regs, you wore it. And it felt a bit better. Not that you couldn’t go outside without something, but the looks or stares didn’t bother you.

You coulda kissed Ghost for having such a genius idea.

Then you actually got to know the bastard. God, he was scary. No wonder no one teased him.

You started working with Ghost on base a few weeks after first seeing him, and the two of you were actually on friendly terms. You were one of the few he seemed to like. If it was it a good thing or a bad thing, you weren’t quite sure yet. 

He would sit with you at meals where you got glimpses underneath that mask. Find you during training and start competitions. Playful nudges and shoves in the hall. Ribbing and teasing. It was really nice.

“Have I started a trend?” he teased, plucking at the cloth of his mask.

“You do realize its like ten degrees outside? Not interested in snot-sickles every time I sneeze.”

A rare chuckle. “Tha’s true. Snot-sickles are prob’ly not in the regs.”

“Definitely not. Distracting. Unprofessional.”

A gloved hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a good shake. “I bet you could pull it off though.”

“Oh, you betcha.”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Ghost had yet to see your face. He’d seen your hands and forearms, and you figured that he knew what vitiligo was and that odds are it was on your face too. You appreciated the balance. He knew which mask jokes were funny and which were uncomfortable, and you two could shoot back and forth.

Finally, after some disgusting obstacle training, you were in the men’s room together, bitching and stripping in a wholly unsexy manner.

“Fuckin’ God,” you gagged, wringing out socks and shoving them in the laundry bag.

“I’d rather get shot in the arse than do that again.” The heavy thunk of boots on the tile. Then he braced himself on the counter and slipped out of his outermost pants. You whistled, and he told you to fuck off.

You went to the showers and decided it would be most efficient to rinse your clothes and gear at the same time as you washed yourself.

Your helmet, the various plastic pads on your joints and limbs, your vest. The slowest, muddiest strip tease. You’d rinse off your shirt a bit, ruck it off and wring it out like a towel and chuck it to the side. Then your pants, your undershirt. 

A quick glance behind you and you could see Ghost continuing to struggle with twigs and leaves stuck in the straps of his tactical vest.

You shucked off your undergarments and a good round of water and body wash got the mud, dirt, and sweat off. It had been a minute since you showered with someone else there in the group shower rather than the little cubbies. But Ghost wasn’t looking. You thought.

He had told himself that he was only staring at your naked ass and back because he was curious about your skin. He thought it was maybe burns or scarring, but it appeared all over your body. They didn’t look painful or raised. They were fascinating. Sexy.

His head snapped back to the front and he yanked off his vest. Was he being a creep? A sneaky glance back to you. You were none the wiser.

If he wasn’t staring at your vitiligo, did that mean he was staring at your ass? Nah, you were his mate. Wanting to touch your skin was because he wanted to see if the depigmented patches were raised, or felt different. He wanted to see if the same pigmentation was on your front. Symmetric or asymmetric. Not because he wanted to see anything in particular on the front of your body.

The water shut off and his head jerked away.

Whilst distracted, he had stripped down to his undershirt and boxers and rinsed off a bit in the sink. 

You wandered back over with a towel wrapped around you and another in your hand, drying your face and head.

“Mate, I had mud in places I didn’t even know I had.”

Ghost chuckled. “Wash behind your ears?”

You tilted your head and showed him. “Yep. With soap even.”

Finally, his eyes fixed on your face. You were in front of a mirror, but you were distracted with brushing your teeth and checking yourself for cuts and bruises. And he wasn’t being a creep. Right? Fuck, he felt like a freak.

To make himself feel better, he tugged off his balaclava and dropped it with the rest of his discarded clothes. A cursory scrub of his face in the sink.

Oh, good, he wasn’t being a freak. Because your eyes kept darting to his face.

“Alright, 50 minutes.” You patted the washing machine. “Time for a fat nap.”

Simon wrapped an arm around your neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. You grabbed at his bicep and turned to look at him. So close, his nose almost brushed the skin of your cheek.

“Harder, sir.”

He almost laughed but kept it in. A quick movement and you found yourself in the hallway as Simon dragged you backwards to his room.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

You went limp and he finally laughed. 

“That won’t save you, pretty boy.”

Goosebumps. A warm rush of blood under the skin of your face. A funny feeling in your stomach. The hair on the back of your neck stood up. You were not excited to decode why you had that reaction to those words.

The officer’s quarters were nicer than the regular ones, with a private room. Small, but private. So (what felt like) a few seconds later you were in Simon’s room. On his bed. On top of the sheets, but still on the bed.

Then he crammed in next to you.

“It’s fine if it’s back to back,” he teased, pressing up against you and ‘got comfortable’, meaning he was rocking around and bumping into you on purpose.

“Yeah, sure. You like having your ass against my ass L.T.?”

“Fuck we supposed to do? Lay dick to dick? Snuggle arse to dick?”

“I’m wearing socks, L.T.” You flipped around and settled your hands over his shoulder blades. “Want a… back rub, sir?”, you said as sensually as you could while trying not to laugh.

Simon craned his neck. “You will turn back around and make our arses kiss or I’m going to break your arms.”

The bed shook with your laughter.

“We have 47 minutes to nap. Hop to.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Posted: 2024 January 7

[nanamis-angel]

𝐀 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ♡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ your husband is a jujutsu sorcerer which meant he lived his life quite dangerously. as his wife, all you ever wanted for him was for him to be safe. and sometimes your anxieties got the best of you. thankfully, it was always a relieving feeling when your husband returns home to you--even if he's roughed up a little.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ nanami x fem!reader, reader and nanami are married, very fluffy, angst, kissing, very slight suggestive humor, mentions of blood, and non-sexual top nudity (male), sleepy nanami is best nanami.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.6k

𝐚/𝐧 ৹ I actually wrote this one-shot two and a half years ago when I was 14 with a completely different character. but I still liked the idea so I decided to rewrite it with nanami. also this is slightly proofread.🩷 hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y

Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer’s wife was never easy. There were times in your life where everything felt calm and your mind was at peace. But at this moment in time, you really couldn’t tell if your mind was peaceful or if it was going crazy.

The house around you was quiet and your body was relaxed but you couldn’t stop thinking about your husband, Nanami.

He had quit his job as an overworked and, in your opinion, underpaid salaryman and went back to work as a Jujutsu sorcerer. This morning he had left on a mission and had been gone for quite some time. Per usual, you were worried about him, especially as the time grew longer and longer. Your anxieties were completely justifiable; you were his wife and he was risking his life, after all.

In an attempt to calm your mind, you had set up some mellow music to play and sat down to read a random book you had pulled off of the shelf.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you had sat down to read but it was a decent amount of time before you heard the front door unlock and creak open. You closed the book and stood up slowly; only a few people had a key to your house and of course, those were the people only Nanami trusted the most but sometimes your anxiety got the best of you.

You turned the corner cautiously only to be met with the sight of your husband, who looked like he had been through hell. Blood covered part of his shirt and he was scuffed up pretty badly but luckily the blood was not his own—likely one from a curse.

He was practically leaning against the doorway for support as his body was weak from the mission. “Hey Sweetheart,” he rasped out. His voice almost sounded like a whisper.

“Nanami!” You exclaimed, getting up and rushing toward him. You threw your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go. He let out a grunt on impact and dropped the bag in his left hand so he could wrap it around your waist, the right hand supporting himself against the door. Your lips connected in a passionate, deep kiss and you were practically melting into the warm, familiar feeling.

“I was so worried about you,” You said quietly; a tear of relief falling from your eye.

“I’m back now don’t worry. I’m safe. I’m home.” Nanami reassured you in a gentle tone, moving a messy strand of hair out of your face so he could get a good look at you.

You could feel him straining against the wall, trying to support the both of you even though he was exhausted. So, you stopped hugging him and stepped back a little to relieve some of the pressure. “You must be exhausted,” You spoke as your hands found their way onto either side of his face.

“Exhausted would be an understatement, I’m afraid,” Nanami replied with dry sarcasm in his tone. But yet he still had a smile on his face—overjoyed to see you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You assured him, giving him a quick kiss before your hand slid down to his own, leading him towards your bedroom. Nanami sluggishly followed behind you, keeping his grip on your hand firm. You sat him down on the bed, not caring if the sheets got dirty as you needed to change them anyway.

“Stay here,” You instructed your husband, about to step away.

“Yes ma’am,” Nanami replied, a small chuckle accompanying his words. He was just happy to be home with his beautiful wife.

You grabbed a washrag from the cabinet and ran it through some water and added a very small amount of soap. Wringing it out in the sink, you also grabbed some lotion that was sitting out on the counter.

Walking back into the room, Nanami’s eyes were almost closed, drifting off into a much-needed sleep. You almost wanted to just let him fall asleep but figured it’d be much more comfortable for him if he didn’t have dirt all over himself.

You tapped his shoulder and he practically bolted awake, ready to face any conflict that might meet him. His headspace was still set out there in his mission. “Nanami, it’s just me.” You chuckled.

“Oh,” Was all that came from his mouth.

“You really are exhausted, aren’t you?” You asked sympathetically.

“You have no idea,” Nanami said, chuckling dryly. You smiled at him one more time before starting to take the rag to his skin, wiping away the sweat and grime on his arms, neck, and face. “I could just take a shower,” Was what he said but it was muffled by the wash rag you were currently using to wash him up with.

“What?” You asked with a small laugh, continuing to clean him up.

He gently grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his face so he could speak clearly. “I could just take a shower.” He repeated.

You rolled your eyes and continued to help him clean up. “It’s not like I didn’t think of that.” You replied. “But I’d much rather take care of my wonderful husband just like he does for me so often. You can shower in a minute.”

A smile appeared on Nanami’s face. He felt so lucky to have you. He often doubted himself, thinking he didn’t deserve you and he simply wasn’t good enough. You were beautiful, smart, kind, and as displayed right now, extremely caring. But he was all of those things too and often times you were the one that felt like you didn’t deserve him.

You finished cleaning him up and discarded the washrag into the laundry basket. “Alright, shirt off.” You said, not even thinking to ask.

Nanami chuckled a little, already beginning to slip off his suitcoat before he spoke. “At least take me out to dinner first, sweetheart.” He joked, not being able to help the small, sly grin that was appearing on his face.

You gave him a look but you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You know what I meant, honey.” You said, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “I figured you could use a massage.”

“Oh yes, please,” Nanami said with zero protest in his voice. His body was so sore and he was aching horribly. It made him feel much older than he actually was and a painful reminder of all the days he slaved away in an office practically killing his back.

He laid down on his stomach, grabbing a pillow and wrapping his arms around it, hugging it close as he rested his head on it as well. You grabbed the lotion that you had gotten out of the bathroom and climbed into the bed, sitting yourself right on his lower back with a little giggle.

Nanami groaned for a moment. “Thanks a lot, sweetheart.” He spoke sarcastically, a slight strain in his voice.

“You’re welcome,” You hummed contently. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit about it.

“What, is there something on my back?” Nanami asked.

“Nope,” You answered. “I just think you’re cute.” You said, tracing a finger up and down his back; goosebumps immediately scattering across his back. You pumped some lotion onto your hands before rubbing them together, attempting to heat it up a little. “This might be a little cold.” You warned.

Nanami just shrugged his shoulders, clearly unbothered. Honestly, something cold didn’t sound too bad right now. You began to rub his back with your hands, attempting to feel out any really tense points. At first, he tensed a little but eventually relaxed, making it easier for you to rub out the strain in his muscles.

“Where does it hurt the most?” You asked him.

“My shoulders are so tight,” Nanami replied with a little groan. He never knew why he was always so tense there but somehow his shoulders managed to be a constant burden. And he wasn’t wrong; the moment you put your hands over his shoulders, you could feel it and so you went straight to work rubbing them out. A sign mixed with both pain and relief slipped from Nanami’s mouth multiple times.

You honestly felt bad that he ached so badly. You hated seeing him in pain, even though he had an incredible pain tolerance. Whenever he was in pain, he tried to make it seem like he was fine, which ultimately made it worse because as his wife, you could always see what was really going on and you hated the fact that he did it to make you feel better. He hated it when you were worried about him.

You took a good, long look at his back. “Goodness, I never realized how beautiful your back was.” You muttered with a slight chuckle, your fingers tracing the defined muscles on his back.

“Hm?” Nanami asked, lifting his head slightly.

“I just said you have a pretty back.” You chuckled, slipping off of him and sitting down on the floor right next to the bed so you could see him eye-to-eye from where he was. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Well, I know you love me enough to clean the dirt and sweat off of me, massage my back, and yet still call me pretty.” Nanami smiled humorously.

Ah, that smile of his. It made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Exactly, I love you a lot.” You laughed, kissing his forehead.

After a few minutes, Nanami got up to shower and properly clean himself off. You replaced the bed sheets with new, clean ones and grabbed your husband some clothes for when he was finished with his shower. Could he do these things himself? Absolutely. But you loved taking care of him because he always took such good care of you.

You changed into more sleep-appropriate clothes and then Nanami came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey, love I need—,” He was cut short by you already handing him his clothes. “Why thank you,” He smiled, leaning over to give you a thank-you kiss while grabbing the clothes from your hand.

“You're welcome, I’m one step ahead of you.” You stated with a cheeky little grin. You got into bed and made yourself comfortable while Nanami changed into his clothes. He then joined you in bed; arms wrapped around your waist and his head laid on against your stomach.

You slipped your hand into his hair, fiddling around with it a bit, gently raking your nails across his scalp. Nanami’s lips parted at the sensation, and his eyes closed with both relaxation and tiredness.

“I love you so much. And thank you. I don’t know how I would ever be able to live without you.” He whispered.

A smile appeared on your face and a burst of warmth ran through your body. He really did love you and wouldn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have you.

“I love you too, Nanami. More than you could ever imagine.”

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Mary & George

So we finally have the show we have been asking for since 2016 (I went back and checked my old posts to make sure and it was indeed 2016 where the "British King Can't Stop Promoting His Boyfriend" post did the rounds).

How did it fair in reality? Well, its hardly Tumblr friendly fanfiction - though it was certainly raunchy - at least at the start. This show was scandalous, sexy, rather filthy at times (in a good way), and absolutely stunning in terms of its production and costume design for sure. It falls very much in line with the expectations of modern period dramas in a post Game of Thrones world where we have shows like The Great, and movies like The Favourite gracing our screens far more regularly than endless fucking retellings of Henry the Eighth which are so fucking common I have even been in one of them myself (sorry - my bitter hatred for stories about Henry VIII and his bloody wives is difficult to restrain).

So FINALLY getting a show set during the reign of James I and VI of England and Scotland and his love affair with the Duke of Buckingham is definitely a breath of fresh air.

But its definitely not the beautiful queer love story tumblr might have hoped for when we all first saw that post.

Nope. If you're looking for a happy tale of queer love overcoming adversity, stick with Red, White, and Royal Blue. Mary & George is not a love story. Its a story of scheming manipulative people who will do anything to get money and power. It's a story that uses sex as a weapon and a tool for personal gain. There is no fluffy romance to be found here, no sweet queer love story and no happy ever after.

I mean, this IS the British monarchy we're talking about, during an extremely dark and horrific period of our history only a short time before the country was plunged into Civil War and a King lost his head. But you've been warned anyway. All you'll find here is brutality, betrayal and eventual death.

Regardless of that, this show was fucking brilliant. The first three episodes in particular are quick witted and hilarious and refuse to shy away from treating queer sex scenes any differently to straight ones. The full frontal male nudity that crops up was also a pleasant surprise - I'm happy that cinema has generally accepted a more balanced approach to nudity nowadays - also a surprise was the lesbian romance which was probably the only genuine romance in the entire show. It leaves you wondering throughout but by the final few episodes its clear that if any love is "true" in this show, its the love between Mary and Sandie.

I absolutely adored Julianne Moore in this as Mary Villiers, who ruthlessly claws her way into power and money through schemes, seductions, betrayals, murders, and anything else you can think of. But even with all of this, I can't help but root for her. Who doesn't want to root for a scheming lesbian and her lover as they manipulate everyone around them and ensure they always get the better of the horrible men that make up King James' court? In this house we support Womens Wrongs.

As far as George goes, Nicholas Galitzine is brilliant as a beautiful but dim mummy's boy in the first few episodes, throwing tantrums and pouting with perfection. He shines in the later episodes as the arrogant and powerful Duke who believes he is practically untouchable due to his hold over the King, whilst still showing through the vulnerability underneath where that relationship remains precarious. The underlying joke of the show is that everyone wants George, and George wants everyone. He's a slutty slutty man.

You know how tumblr has a tendency to split queer stories into one of two camps - either pure sweet romantic love stories or very bad evil messy queer stories? (a gross simplification but you get what I mean) Well Mary and George falls firmly in the second camp. I enjoyed it for what it was, but I was a bit dissapointed that the general approach and belief of the storytellers here is that George used the King for personal gain, that the King was nothing more than a hedonistic fool who let his favourites manipulate him, and that any actual love between them was shallow and fleeting. Its all extremely cynical.

Especially since we know its not true. the surviving letters we have between King James and George paint a much more romantic picture, one where love was definitely a significant factor in their affair. Yes, historians love to play down queer history as best they can, but I don't believe that George Villiers was quite the manipulative little slut this show makes him out to be.

And yeah, sure, we can laugh and dismiss any true history involved. Its just a story after all? It was a bloody good story and one I enjoyed, but was it a fair portrayal of the actual men involved? Probably not - then again, the actual men involved weren't very nice anyway, and the show glossed over a lot of King James' more infamous sins. His obsession with witches and demons leading to the horrifying witch trials throughout the country were completely left out. There was also no mention of the famous King James Bible - the one that heavily emphasised any passages alluding to homosexuality being a sin which is used so frequently even today by religious zealots to persecute gay men. The Sodomy laws during King James' reign were enforced with such brutality that they brought us the slur "f*gg*t" (which I'm not explaining here). Yet the show displays acts of sodomy as such a normal part of court life that you'd almost think it wasn't totally punishable by death.

I shouldn't complain. Especially not about the lack of homophobia. Its a great show. You should watch it. But take it with a pinch of salt. The true story of James and George was probably one with a lot more secrecy involved, a lot more sneaking about in the night (after all, why build a secret passage between their bedrooms if they weren't trying to hide it?) and therefore a lot more hypocrisy on the part of the King.

There are some very touching scenes between King James and George, and I feel the show attempted to portray the relationship between them as complex and multilayered, but I'm not sure it succeeds as well as I would have hoped. But perhaps I am just a silly tumblr romantic who likes her queer love stories to actually include genuine love within them, and I always hoped that any story about King James and George would focus on how that love grew over time. Because whilst George obviously went along with things initially for personal gain, I think the evidence we have at least gives an indication that he did love the King, and the King clearly loved George, and I am interested in a story about how they navigated that love at a period of time where it did need to be kept secret, even if it was a fairly open secret, where things such as the King James Bible and the Witch Trials would have affected them, and where George's rise to power would have caused so much conflict and anger within the court.

But regardless of all that, I still loved the show. Its still worth the watch. The gays deserve more messy sexy dramas where they get to be ruthless and powerful and slutty and murderous. Its excellent viewing for all.

Ultimately though, I may have came for the gay duke and his love affair with the King, but I stayed for the lesbians. The lesbians were awesome.

#JusticeForSandie

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Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: warrior things? weapons, fighting, etc, nudity, medieval rituals/topics? mentions of virginity/loss of vitginity (no, nope, it's not smut, just has to do something with the medieval things), some spicy, very steamy things, light smut/suggestive smut, Loki is quite a bit naughty and cheeky here...

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: The next chapter is here! 😁 And this one is probably my favourite... 🤔 Hope you guys like it! ☺️

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th 💚

Tagging: (y'all in the comments again, 'cause Tumblr hates me sometimes 😅)

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Chapter Three

Days flew by, turned into weeks. The straight and clear message Loki delivered the other day made an impact. Training worked better from day to day and the men improved noticeable. He was successful. Proudness was flooding Loki's veins - and a feeling he hadn't felt truly in years... Happiness. Sure, he always had been content with his life as a prince, but true happiness? No. Until now... Perhaps it was caused by the mysterious woman he met a few weeks ago and almost saw daily now? He shook his head and continued to stow away the training swords. No. Impossible.

You couldn't deny that you felt the same; looking forward every day to meet Loki at the lake again. All you did was talk, but the talking was like balm for both your souls. You two got closer and the chemistry between you and Loki was stunning. Within a few weeks, he had turned from being an arrogant asshole into your personal Prince Charming. You wouldn't admit that out loud, though.

As for your male self, Váli Ákison, training was going very well. Speaking of... How you made it to maintain your cover all along was honestly a mystery to you. You were just glad it worked. You had learned a lot in the past few weeks and became slowly but surely a very good, way more improved fighter. Alright, and maybe you tried to impress Loki, but that was a whole other story, was it?

The sun was about to set, as you sneaked - like so often - out of your tent and out into the woods to the lake. By now you were not leading a double life, but already a triple life. The princess, a warrior and the mysterious woman. What a precarious situation.

Usually, you were the first one at the lake. Well, not today. Loki was already there, leaning against the stone, arms spread and eyes closed. He looked so... peaceful. You smiled and took a few steps closer - but a twig snapped underneath your bare feet, causing the prince to rip open his eyes. His ruby orbs were almost glowing in the dark, as they fell upon you. They looked dangerous, but also utterly beautiful. A shiver ran down your spine. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "You didn't scare me. I can't be scared. Surprised - but not scared." That man always found the right words, didn't he? "Are you going to join me?" You blinked, before you started to nod. It was a bit strange, wasn't it? You met up with a man almost every night at an abandoned lake to bathe and talk. Well, maybe this was just a strange friendship - or whatever this was. "Um, s-sure, but... um, could you... could you close your eyes?" You stammered out, referring to the few clothes you wore. Loki raised an eyebrow. "We bathe in a lake together, naked and you want me to close my eyes when you get undressed?" Your eyes widened. "That's different, Loki! I'm covered by the water! Now, I'm not!" The prince chuckled, but closed his eyes. "As you wish, milady." You checked twice, if he had his eyes really closed, before you turned around and started to get undressed. "No peeking!" Loki, who reopened his eyes again within a few seconds, wore a mischievous smirk and enjoyed the show. "Of course not, darling." Though, before you could notice it, he closed them again when you turned around and made your way into the water.

"Now you can look." Loki opened his eyes again, smiling. If only you'd know... "Were you afraid that I wouldn't like what I see?" You blushed. Why was he like that? He never failed to put you off your stride. "N-No, I just..." "You're just what?" You huffed. Damn him. "I just... You're a man a-and..." Once again, the prince raised an eyebrow, before he looked down himself. "Yes, that's correct. I am." Now it really got frustrating. "A strange man, Loki." He cocked his head. "A strange man? Darling, I am wounded. We know each other for almost a month now. Other women I got to know in my past, where all over me after mere hours." Ugh… "I don't want to know how fast you can bed a woman!" Loki just shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands in awe. "I'm just saying. You are quite different." You took a deep breath, trying to keep your anger at bay. But... Was it really anger? "Could you please stop that?!" "Stop what?" "Being so... so..." You stumbled over your own words. Frustrated eyes meeting his fiery ones. He was staring at you.

What he did next, though, was something you didn't see coming. Not at all. Within seconds, he moved through the water and was now threateningly close to you. You could almost feel his cool breath on your hot skin. "So what?" It was too much for you. How close he was. How he literally towered over you with his tall and bulky frame - in all his wet and naked glory. How his ruby eyes literally burned a hole in your soul. How his chest heaved with every breath he took. How utterly intimidating he looked and yet so devastatingly sexy. You felt small. Your body buried in the water, except for your head and shoulders. It was just too much - and Loki decided to make it even worse. He lifted one hand to cup your chin with his thumb and forefinger. His touch was cool and yet it felt like your body was burning up. "So. What?" The prince asked again, his voice now more demanding and even deeper. You wanted to answer. You really did; but the words were dying in your throat. The only sound which left your lips was an almost pathetic whine.

Loki frowned, cocking his head once again. "Are... Are you afraid of me or... Do you like this? Me, being this close to you? I can't quite tell..." He looked at you for a second, before he tightened his grip on your chin and pulled you forwards with a soft yank. Your legs had turned to jelly already a long time ago and the water wasn't much of a barrier anyway. You literally crashed against Loki's torso; palms smacking against his abs. Your eyes widened, hands trembling - but not in fear. And Loki knew it. He saw it in your eyes. "Ah, I see... You like it." He smirked and lowered himself more into the water. "Good for you, my dear, that I like you this close to me as well." Before you could even blink, let alone react were his cool lips suddenly on yours. You froze at first; didn't expect him to kiss you, but once his sinful lips started to move deliciously against yours, you were putty in his hands.

Within seconds, the kiss had turned into anything but innocence. His cool tongue slipped passed your lips; asking yours for a dance. It was a prickling sensation. Hot and cold; fire and ice crashing together - battling for dominance.

In the end, Loki was stronger. Big hands landed on your bare hips, pulling your naked body against his. A soft moan left your lips, which Loki swallowed entirely with his mouth. You couldn't help yourself but to wrap your arms around his strong neck; feeling his cool skin on yours. You couldn't resist. His touch and kiss were magnetizing. A low chuckle left his mouth; causing you to feel the vibrations on your lips, before he retreated from the kiss. You looked up, eyes meeting once again. "I thought you didn't want me to see you naked?" He was referring to your bare upper body, of course, which was now on full display for him to see. "Shut up and keep on doing whatever this is you're doing with those magical lips." The prince chuckled again, brushing softly a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Your wish is my command, milady." He reeled you in once again, seducing you with those passionate kisses he bestowed upon your lips.

It was all kisses and wandering hands at first, but at some point you found yourself splayed out on one of the big, flat stones by the shore. Loki lifted you up - as if you weighed nothing. Your bare back hit the still pleasantly warm surface of the stone with a soft thud. Loki placed both his palms firmly beside your head, nudging your legs open with his. He was now towering above you; all the while entangling your lips with his in one sinful dance after another. It caused your head to become dizzy. You almost felt like in a trance and therefore not realised what was going on - until you felt his crotch grinding against yours; hips clashing together. This awoke you from the hazy state you were in. Your eyes widened; hands coming up to push against the hard muscles of his chest. "L-Loki, s-stop, please," you panted, completely out of breath. "Why?" The prince asked, licking his kiss swollen lips. "Do you not... enjoy yourself?"

There was some kind of fear and vulnerability swinging in his voice. Something Loki was very surprised with himself. Why did he feel like that? He never failed to satisfy the women (and men) he was bedding. Why was he afraid to fail you now? After all, you weren't any different, were you? Just another addition to his long list of lovers. Just another claimed prize. "I-I do, i-it's just..." Your soft, sweet, almost angelic voice ripped him out of his thoughts.

"W-We can't, Loki. I just... Can't." You would've loved to. Of course you would. Losing your innocence to such a wonderful man? To Loki Laufeyson, prince of Jotunheim? But exactly that was the problem. You weren't supposed to lose your innocence through a fling. A mere affair. It belonged to your future husband. That was tradition. The rules - and you had to play by the rules. Your mother told you more than often enough. So, you had no other choice than deny Loki his pleasure.

He frowned; confused but gentle rubies looking down at you. "You... can't?" You nodded hesitatingly, almost frightened, before one shaky hand reached up to tuck a few lose strands of his wild, wet raven curls back behind his ear. "I-I'm so sorry." "Why, sweetling? Is it because of me? I-I now I'm not like the men you are used to, but-" "Prince Loki!" Another, slightly higher voice cut through the air. "Prince Loki!" You had heard the voice before. It belonged, without a doubt to one of the guards. "By the Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, as he maneuvered his body off yours, sliding back inside the water. "Come." He said, offering his hand to you. You took it and he helped you back inside the water, before he guided you towards the earthy shore. The prince stepped out first, causing for you to unwillingly get a glimpse of his nether regions, where his arousal was clearly visible. You felt how the blood rushed into your cheeks, as you quickly avoided your eyes. "No need to be embarrassed." His soft, gentle voice urged to your ears again. He had caught you looking. Of course, he did. "It just shows my desire for you. Now take my hand, sweetness." Smiling bashfully, you turned your head to face him once again. The familiar white towel was slung around his hips now, but nevertheless failing to hide his excitement. You blushed even more - if that was possible, but took his hand again. The prince helped you out of the water and then quickly handing over your clothes. "You have to go. Odin won't be pleased if he gets to know that one of his guards caught me naked with a woman; neglecting my duties." Pure relief flooded your veins at his words. Thank the Norns, you thought. Loki was right. Odin wouldn't be pleased. Especially if it turns out you were the woman. Hel would break loose over Asgard. You were sure of it.

You quickly nodded and turned to leave, as Loki's voice held you back. "Do I get the pleasure to see you again, milady?" You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking for a moment. Would it be a good idea to meet him again after what just happened between you? Probably not. You couldn't risk it. "I-I don't know." With those words you vanished into the woods, sneaking back to the camp.

"Prince Loki!" The guard had reached the lake in the meantime, slightly out of breath. Loki rolled his eyes and turned around with a growl. "What?!" He snapped, clearly mad that he got interrupted while being with you. The guard definitely saw in Loki's eyes that he wasn't amused and swallowed hard. "A-Apologies, your highness, b-but there was an incident in the camp..." Another eye roll. "I'm coming." Bunch of idiots.

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The Auction Floor: Thomas Costa’s POV

Hi all,

In exchange for a chapter on the current timeline (a chapter I am still working on/fixing up before it is posted), I am posting a prequel chapter. Any and all prequel chapters will be found under 'Eternal, part 0.' They won't have nav arrows, but they will have an explanation to when in the story they take place, and a link to the masterlist to read more. Hope this system works for everyone!

This chapter happens slightly before, concurrently, and a little after The Auction Floor

TW/CW: death of a minor character (briefly mentioned), institutionalized slavery, pet whump, dehumanization, nonconsensual nudity (nonsexual), minor whump (at time of story), creepy/intimate whumper(s) (sort of a multiple whimpers situation), manhandling (nonsexual) (towards the end)

Mob boss Luciano Antonio Costa – Boss Tony - had died, leaving mafia to his grandson, Thomas, to control. The newly-appointed heir didn’t look much like a typical Italian mob boss. With his blonde hair, steely blue eyes, and freckled fair skin, he hardly even looked Italian. However, the old boss never had any legitimate male heirs to pass the helm of leadership to, having only one daughter before his wife died. Although he begrudgingly accepted his daughter’s marriage to Tom’s father, an inconsequential gangster from the Irish mob, he had always intended to pass the family business onto his surviving grandson.

“I’m so sorry for your loss” began to lose its meaning after the fourth well-meaning chump, and unfortunately, Grandpa Tony’s funeral had a good turnout. “That was a beautiful eulogy,” one of many nameless faces sniffled. “You two must have been very close,” they’d said to him. Were we ever close, though? Thomas wanted to ask, remembering only the time they last fought. It may as well have been a lifetime ago when he was a teenager who turned his back on the family to try and live a straight life, but the guilt hung over him like a curse no matter how hard he had tried to run away from his fate as the next boss of the Costas. It was always about what he wanted me to be, not what I wanted. Never once was it ever about what I wanted to do with my life, he bitterly remembered. Even now, it was all about Grandpa Tony’s wants, as he accepted his role in leading the Costas. He cast a baleful glance at the casket as it slowly disappeared beneath the earth.You won, old man.

His underboss and a few of the capos, men that he had grown up with and who now supported him in running the large criminal organization, caught on to their new boss’ sour mood. Admittedly, it wasn’t hard to notice how intensely he scowled at the freshly filled-in grave. They suggested celebrating Thomas’ ascension to head of the family with drinks and a night out, but their idea of a night out was attending a black-market auction and maxing out the organization’s funds on frivolous shit. Powerful drugs, illicit weapons, plundered antiques, and –dear god, did Jaime just buy an arowana?! Thomas looked over the side of his whiskey glass disapprovingly.

He glanced over at a corner of the auction house that seemed to gather a large crowd. He shrugged and decided to join them to see the display. The crowd surrounded an entire floor-to-ceiling wall of glass, behind which stood people from all around the world, each divided into their own little compartments within the glass wall, each of them completely naked. The way they were displayed in those little glass tanks was oddly reminiscent of how fish were displayed at a pet store.

Get a pet, people had said to him. It’ll be good for you, they said, help lift your spirits, they said, if you’re responsible for keeping one little thing alive, maybe you’ll be more motivated to take care of yourself, they said. Surely those people had meant a cat or a dog or a python, and probably not an actual human being. Although, Thomas remembered the people giving him that advice were part of the major crime families of the city, too. Perhaps this was what they meant all along?

Regardless of what those people meant, it was a whole different thing to actually commit to owning a person. He’d never seriously considered it before, but now he found himself thoughtfully observing the merchandise behind the glass. Though there were a few people who were obviously adults, most of them were teens, and most them were girls, though there were a couple boys, too.

Whichever one he’d pick, they would have to be relatively attractive, if he was going to have to bear looking at them at the end of every day. He eyed a glass cell with a stunning blonde girl futilely trying to cover herself with her hands and ignore the gazes directed within her cell. Thomas pushed past the crowd and moved on; pretty girls like that would be swiped up immediately, so it wouldn’t even be worth the trouble to place a bid. The next cell held a freckled boy who leaned into the glass, fogging it up with his breath and writing ‘HELP ME’ over and over again with his finger. Thomas passed on that one, too. One by one he would find something wrong with the human assets behind the glass cases. Too shy, too desperate, not my type, that one just stares ahead and doesn’t even move…

He finally stopped around the last few cells, where a crowd had dissipated from in front of a glass cell with discontented murmurs. Inside that one crouched a small boy, knobby knees drawn to bony chest, thin, tan arms wrapped around his shins, and a head of messy dark hair resting on top his knees. The boy dared to look up from his hiding place. Loose, unruly waves of hair and thick, dark eyelashes nearly covered his expressive dark brown eyes. Those eyes hid nothing as they shone with fear. Thomas gripped the whiskey in his hand a little tighter. The child cut a striking image inside the glass prison, reminding him of a time and a place and an incidence he never liked to think about for long-

To his misfortune, his subordinates caught him staring. “Got your eye on the little slave, Tommy-Boy?” Luca asked as he sauntered up to him.

“Don’t call him that.” Even if that was technically what he would be, the whole concept still took a while for him to get used to. “I just think he’s cute is all,” he mumbled into his glass, draining it of the rest of the whiskey while he tried to convince himself the pink in his cheeks was only from the drink.

“Why don’t you place a bid?” Thomas whipped around to see Jaime lurking behind him. When did he get here? His eyes traveled down to the large picnic cooler on wheels, supposedly where Jaime’s new fish was. “Boss Tony, God rest his soul, left you quite the inheritance, I’m sure you can afford him,” Jamie snickered. He pointed to the sign above the glass cell, where the serial number and QR code were displayed prominently. “142225,” he read.

“Doesn’t he kind of remind you of-”

“You shut up. Right now,” Thomas warned.

“We’ll shut up once you place a bid, now come on! At least look up the little slave!”

Thomas sighed and whipped out his phone; the sooner he scanned the QR Code with the app the black market had made him download, the sooner his underlings would shut the hell up. A profile popped up on his phone screen, the men crowding comically around him to read over his shoulder. 142225 had been collected in Pakistan, was 5’1”, and weighed barely 90 lbs. at the last weigh-in.

“They like to starve the kids here,” Luca explained nonchalantly. “Makes it easier to control them.” Thomas glanced briefly at the thin boy inside the glass, frowning a little as he let that unsettling fact sink in. He quickly scrolled past the blood type, known allergies, and other information he deemed irrelevant to hover his thumb over the ‘PLACE A BID’ button.

“Well, go on, you know you want to!”

“He looks easy enough to take care of, and easy on the eyes, too!”

“We saw how enviously you stared at Matteo’s pet at the last New Year’s party, won’t it be nice to finally have one of your own?”

 Eventually, their peer-pressure resulted in the new mob boss placing a bid, becoming $30k poorer, filling out some ridiculous form about any last-minute body mods he may want, and waiting until the end of the night to collect his new slave and go home. His companions had left hours ago, and every other buyer had gotten their slave already, so it was just him waiting alone in an emptying warehouse, trying to make small talk with one of the event coordinators.

“So, does he have a name?”

She didn’t even look up from her tablet. “He’s named whatever you want to name him.”

“Where is he from? Besides the collection point, where’s he actually from?”

“We don’t know.”

“How old is he?”

“We don’t know.”

Thomas barely suppressed a groan. “Is there anything you do know?” he ground out impatiently.

“Yeah. He looks even cuter when he cries.” The woman smirked over her tablet, looking over Thomas’ right shoulder. “He’s here.”

Thomas turned around to see the boy, now clothed in a white T-shirt and bluish gray sweatpants. He kept his eyes downcast and his hands folded in front of him. “What’s your name, kid?”

The boy looked up briefly before dropping his gaze back to his bare feet. “Khaled,” he replied, voice timid and heavily accented, “but you may call me whatever you want, sir.”

Khaled. He silently rolled the name around on his tongue as if savoring an exotic sweet. Khaled. Thomas cast what he hoped was a reassuring smile, not that Khaled saw it with his gaze fixed to the floor. “Luckily for you, I like your name.” He strode decisively toward the exit, gently placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder to direct him. “Come with me, Khaled.”

In the nearly three-hour car ride back to Thomas’ home, the mob boss learned three things about his new purchase. Firstly, Khaled was shy, only speaking when spoken to and even then, using as few words as possible. Also, Khaled probably didn’t speak much English; how much of this was because he was shy, and how much of this was because he literally couldn’t understand him? And –finally, -Khaled could run. Since the moment the car parked, Khaled dashed out and sprinted into the street. He nearly got hit by a truck before Thomas could chase after him, pull him back, and drag him inside the apartment building. The scene of a grown man dragging a distressed kid who was screaming bloody murder probably shocked some residents, but fortunately the doorman was part of the Costas and did not bat an eye.

“It is too damn early for this!” Thomas complained to himself as he practically threw Khaled into the awaiting elevator. “Do you want to be leashed up like a dog, you little shit?! Cause that’s what’s going to happen if you keep trying to run away!”

“Let go of me, please!” the boy cried, his voice brittle and panicked like a scared, caged animal as he tried to twist out of the punishing grip on his arm.

“Like hell I’m letting you go, not after maxing out my personal credit card on you and pulling an all-nighter for the first time since Kandahar!” He violently jammed the buttons that would take them to the top floor of the high rise.

Soon the elevator dinged, doors swooshing open as they reached the floor of his penthouse. “Come on!” Thomas continued to drag the boy through the hallway, ignoring him begging in that endearing accent of his. Khaled’s complaints all but ceased as soon as he opened the door to his penthouse and let the boy step inside. His eyes widened, sparkling in awe, and his jaw dropped as he let out a reverent “whoa” that transcended any language barrier.

The living room to the penthouse itself was light and spacious, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of natural light, and minimalist décor to accent the living room. A large L-shaped couch dominated the living room and looked over the expansive rooftop and the cityscape beyond it. The rest of the room terminated sharply into a dining area with a large oak table and a wood-floored kitchen with two large granite countertops. An imposingly large door –the door to Thomas’ bedroom, -stood closed to the left of the living room. A hallway to the right branched off into an office on one side, and a guest bathroom opposite. A small staircase right outside the laundry room led to a storage loft spanning above the entrance. Thomas toed off his shoes at the door. Khaled, who wasn’t wearing any shoes, hesitantly walked in. Tom frowned when he noticed the dirty footprints left behind on his beige rug.“Would you like a bath, Khaled?” he suggested. The fact that Khaled didn’t reply made him again wonder how much English he truly understood. We can work on that. He sighed in exasperation as he gripped the boy’s arm and dragged him off to the guest bathroom. Once inside, Thomas deposited him at the entrance and turned on the lights and the fan. He got the shower head running next. Khaled stood silently watching him by the door as he tested the water’s temperature with his hand a few times. He nodded in satisfaction as the water finally reached an agreeable temperature. “Come on in,” he beckoned. Khaled inched closer to the bath tub. “Can I take off your clothes?” he asked. The boy blinked, then shook his head as he quickly took off the shirt himself. The drab sweatpants soon followed, and he quickly stepped into the shower. Thomas drew the curtain to prevent water from spilling and to give him a shred of privacy. As the boy showered, he soon realized Khaled had nothing to wear but that depressing little t-shirt and sweatpants. He took them to the laundry room and chucked them in the hamper, making a mental note to buy some clothes for Khaled as soon as possible. Cute as the small naked boy was, he was still a minor, and Tom didn’t need any extra distractions while he was adjusting to his new role as Boss of the Costa Family.

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[johannestevans]

Bunch of new pieces on Trans Erotica!

Trans Erotica is a Medium publication that centres erotica and erotic romance written by trans creators! We're open for submissions, so absolutely check us out if you write yourself and you'd like to reach out.

Please share your favourites and leave comments, tell the authors what you enjoy and what you love!

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Kentaurida by Mason Hawthorne

A trans man searching the old forests for magical aid finds a centaur who is willing to help him. For a price.

Trans M/M(onster). 3.8k

This story was previously featured on the Nobilis Erotica Podcast.

The Maiden Voyage by Gray Gately

When the Good Ship Gräfenberg’s power begins to fail during its first ever trip across the stars, it falls to Navigation Technician Jacob Primary to solve the problem.

Includes: multiple gender configurations, graphic descriptions of sex and nudity, cunnilingus, anilingus, group sex, as well as depictions of sex work.

Sweat by CruelDianthus

When Atlas bumps into the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen on the dance floor at a queer rave, he’s not about to let their chance encounter go to waste. Even if — when the two of them make it to the rave’s playroom — the plastic cage around her cock and the collar around her neck suggest she might belong to somebody else…

Hell, if anything, that makes it hotter.

3k, Trans Male/Trans Female

Anal Fingering, Anal Fisting, Chastity, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Impact Play, Exhibitionism, Sweat Kink

Driving Need by Rojbas

An arrogant rich boy propositions his driver.

Trans M/cis M: Power imbalance, reversal of power imbalance, twink tops bear, anal, daddy kink (but botched and cringe)

Terms and anatomy: Non-op trans man with a dick/cock and pussy (both holes), cis man with a dick/cock

Pussy and Brimstone by Achilles King

M/M, 1.9k. A supernatural herbalist offers a middle-aged arthritic human treatment and more.

Language: Tits, t-cock, cock, clit, pussy, cunt.

[justlarkin]

Would it be okay if I ask, how do you find Lifewonder's games and why do you play them despite it catering for gays?

I dont know anything about being aro/ace so it will be nice to understand them from their own individual perspective.

You're good lol. That's a fair question.

I will preface this by saying that there are other aro/ace people out there who play these games and how they identify under the Ace Spectrum and their reasons for playing are going to be different from mine.

So I still find some romantic and sexual things appealing, but not in a scenario that involves myself with someone else. I've never felt the desire to engage in a romantic or physical relationship myself. I don't like certain aspects of romance and have no interest in personally engaging in it. And I think some aspects of sex gross me out and I wouldn't want to personally engage with it. I think it's the intimacy of it all. Something about involving myself with other people in these scenarios puts me off, grosses me out, makes me feel uncomfortable.

I still engage with sexual and/or suggestive content because I do still find people attractive in that way and cranking it isn't one of the things I find gross about sexual content since it doesn't involve another person. Though I guess I still wouldn't find things appealing in the way others do since nudity/suggestiveness by itself is straight up meh and does nothing for me. It's the same with romance content. I still like reading/watching certain romances involving other people since it does not myself. I may not personally get it or desire it, but I still find some of it cute.

Ik Ik, I rambled. My bad. So why do I play these games when they're clearly marketed towards horny gays?

-I like LGBT+ media and was actively searching for LGBT+ games when I first started playing Housamo.

-I like furries.

-I like that their gimmick is lewding male characters unlike most gacha games.

-For Housamo, I like mythology.

-I like the lore, stories, and characters.

-Most importantly to the current topic, I like their gender selectable/neutral protagonists.

I prefer games with customizable or at least vague protagonists. With customizable protagonists, it's easier to just make a non self-insert oc to play as and detach myself from it. And with vague protagonists like the ones featured in Housamo and Live A Hero, they still have the detachability, but I mostly prefer how they're written and treated in the games. I don't know what it is, but most games that are targeted at a specific gender, especially dating games, are just ugh to me idk idk. The MCs' genders never being relevant in these games besides changing pronouns and labels is personally enjoyable for me.

[skylermadness]

So Close, Yet So Far (Kankichi Ryotsu TF/MC/MG)

(Original Date of Upload: August 22, 2024)

Original Description:

My half of a trade with a friend. Yet another character to add to the list of characters who I know nothing about that I've written TF content for! Alongside being one who is just pretty obscure in general. I think I've only seen one whole TF of this guy on FurAffinity somewhere. But either way, this character is way to hot to pass up in doing a TF for! He's just super hot all things considered. Muscular, hairy, cute face, really good uniform. Presses all the buttons for my own personal mood desires! So yeah, I'm really glad to have gotten the chance to write a TF for this character. Especially since this story was one that I had shelved for almost a year or so since Nat initially gave me the idea for it. Apologies for that! Anyway, glad to have gotten it out now and even gladder to be able to add another TF onto the small pile of such this man has... Rated Mature for bulge descriptions and partial nudity.

   "HEY! You over there!"

   Raising a brow, Nat stopped walking and looked up from his phone. A cursory glance around the sidewalk’s vicinity proved that the area surrounding him was sparsely populated. It made him question if that statement was directed towards him…

   "You with the glasses, look over here!"

   Yup, definitely direction towards Nat. He turned around to face the direction of where the voice came from. The source seemed to be from some kind of small vendor cart that was nestled between a pair of buildings he just passed a few seconds ago. A man was leaning out a bit from that spot, looking straight at him. Feeling a mixture of curiosity and perturbedness, Nat walked up to the cart to investigate.

   As he got closer he found himself feeling a certain air of strangeness exuding from the spot. Primarily because from the looks of things it was less 'nestled in between buildings' and more 'literally in the front end of an alleyway'. So the location only added to the budding suspicion growing within the young man.

   The person manning the cart also looked rather… interesting, to say the least. An older male with white hair and a thick mustache of the same color. His eyes were obscured by a pair of glasses, but his gaze could still be felt through them. Perhaps the strangest thing about him was the fact he was wearing what seemed to be a kimono. Though that only added to Nat’s curiosity as he wanted to learn what this guy’s deal was.

   Once Nat was close enough, the mysterious man slipped back into the alley and properly situated himself behind the cart. “Greetings, young man!”

   “Uhh, hey?” Nat responded. He eyed the cart for a few seconds, internally noting its fairly generic wooden appearance. “Is there a reason you called me over here, exactly?”

   “Well, young man, I've got quite the deal for you!” the older man stated. “Oh- where are my manners? The name’s Ezaki, a… salesperson, of sorts!”

   Nat remained expressionless. “Nat,” was all he gave as a response. He had a feeling this was going to lead into some kind of scam.

   “Well then, Nat…” Ezaki started as he pulled open a hatch on the cart. A strange sweet smell then started to fill the air. “You are quite the skinny fellow, huh?”

   “Uhhh, yeah…?” Nat answered, momentarily distracted as he smelled the air. “Where are you going with-”

   “Well,” Ezaki smiled, plunging a hand into the hatch. “What if I told you I had something that could make strength come to you more easily?”

   “I’d say that sounds like a lie,” Nat responded, deadpan expression on his face.

   “Nooo, no, but it's true!” Ezaki insisted. A few more seconds passed before he removed his hand from the cart’s inside, unveiling the source of the saccharine aroma: a bread bun. “I wish to offer you a bun, produced with a secret recipe that contains the components to improve one's strength and virility!”

   Nat eyed the piece of rounded bread that was in the man’s hand. “Let me guess, it costs like… ten dollars or something?”

   An offended look formed on Ezaki’s face. “Never! What do you take me for? A scam artist?! I'm just trying to offer you an easy way to get some meat on those bones!”

   “Uh huh…” Nat’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Has anyone else tried these?”

   “Hm…” Ezaki hummed in thought as he put the bun he was holding down onto the flat surface of the cart. He then started to take a few more out the cart. “Once, a little while ago. A burly fellow with a small stature, although that was before I had to alter the recipe a little. Yes, yes, the initial recipe had some… colossal results,” he recounted as he piled up some buns.

   “Like… the bread got too big, or something?”

   “...you could say that,” Ezaki answered. He then stopped taking buns out of the cart’s inner compartment. “But that's in the past now! Ended up making a new recipe, the current one. That fellow even helped a bit with it, which should hopefully improve the results of the recipe!”

   Nat nodded. “Hm…”

   He wasn't exactly convinced that whatever properties these buns supposedly possessed were actually real. However, he had a feeling that the man would only continue to insist that he try at least one. At the very least they smelled quite sweet, especially now that there were so many out of the cart, so they probably didn't taste too bad. He wouldn't deny that it would make for a good snack.

   Taking the one bun out of the pile Ezaki made, Nat says, “Fine, I guess I'll try it.”

   Ezaki smiled. “Wonderful! Considering the exp- er, new nature of the recipe, I wouldn't mind letting you try it for free…”

   Nat just shrugged before taking a bite of the bun. It tasted like an average bread bun, although with an added sweet flavor to it that usually isn't present in normal bread. It was also relatively small, with Nat only having to take two bites before it was completely consumed.

   “It tastes… rather good,” Nat said, smiling slightly. He then reached out a hand and took two more from the pile. “Mind if I take a few more?”

   Ezaki’s happiness quickly fell, morphing into a look of panic. “Wait! Having too many could be too dangerous for you!”

   Although as Ezaki was warning him, Nat had already taken a bite of a second bun. “Hm? It's just bread.”

   “Y-yes, but it's not-” Ezaki stopped, then sighed. “And you've already eaten two…”

   “Well, you wanted me to test ‘em,” Nat said with a shrug. “Don't really feel any stronger though,” he commented before beginning to eat the third one. Such a result was to be expected though, the strength improvement stuff was probably just a sales pitch from the old guy anyway.

   A disappointed look remained on Ezaki's face. “This may have unforeseen consequences on you, young man…”

   “Woah, calm down, man-” Nat said, taking a step back and feeling slightly nervous. “It's just bread. Good tasting bread though!”

   With that, Nat turned around to make his departure from the alleyway. Ezaki just watched as he left, now visibly annoyed at the younger man’s actions. Such a blatant disregard for personal safety in the face of potentially hazardous side effects!

   The older man shook his head, letting out a sigh. “Looks like I might be seeing that gorilla again soon enough…”

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   A groan slips from Nat’s mouth as he walks through the entrance of his home. For the better half of his walk home his stomach has been feeling mild discomfort. Like a constant mix of pressure and bloating that should contrast but doesn't. It wasn't the worst feeling but it was far from a pleasant one.

  He's quite to shut the door and head to the living room in order to take a comfortable seat on the couch. “What did that man put in those buns…”

   For a second he questions if this is the side effects that man was going on about. He dashes those thoughts though as the most logical conclusion was, “Eating so many at once might’ve also been a bad idea. Though why did I agree to eat something offered to me by a shady alleyway vendor…”

   He sighed, slipping a hand down to his abdomen as he leaned his back on the couch. Although with each passing second it felt like that pressure in his stomach was somehow transitioning from there to his hands. An odd sensation steadily budding in both extremities the longer he remained seated. 

   “Why do my hands feel so tight,” he remarked, shifting his gaze downwards. A look of shock crossed his face as he witnessed the start of a very strange sequence of events. “What the hell…?”

   The more the pressure remained, the more a change began to occur within his hands. Primarily that their size had started to alter, pressure prompting a steady expansion in the extremities. Both hands were stretching out to become wider and larger with each passing second. At the same time the thickness of his hands was increasing as well. Their normally small and unimpressive size swelling, getting packed with a meatiness by the combined alterations of his hand muscles and bone. The same had been occurring to his fingers as well as their once average size thickened up. Each finger grew into a chunkier copy of themselves that proportionally fit the new size of his hand. 

   However as these changes progressed, pressure wasn't the only sensation that was occurring. Alongside it came a prickling sensation on his skin, especially on the back of his hands. As they continued to grow in size, the texture of the dorsal region of his hand seemed to shift. Rougher and coarser with the prickling sensation continuing to intensify. It wasn't until his hands reached a size of about one and a half times their normal size that the cause of the secondary became known, long hairs steadily sprouting across the backs of his hands. Their deep black coloration seemed to further accentuate the coarser appearance of the back of his hands, alongside the sizable amount of hair that was growing across the skin. 

   “Uhhh,”  Nat vocalized, reaction stunted as he was stunned by the series of changes unfolding. All he could do was readjust himself and bring his arm closer to him, watching in unease as the strange transformation moved beyond the confines of his hands.

   The sensations of pressure and prickling moved upwards, moving past the wrists and layering onto his forearms. Nat’s form had been a fairly unimpressive one. Skinny, lacking any noticeably heft or mass, the type of body that belonged to someone who didn't really work out. But as the changes progressed upwards that was changing drastically. Extensor muscles started to bulk up, the size of his forearms swelling up as their mass forcibly increased. The formerly lithe appearance was practically consumed by the rapid formation of muscle mass. Alongside this change was the growth of more hairs layering the back portion of the limb, thick arm hairs growing across the area.

   It wasn't until things reached his upper arms that the actual ramifications of the transformation seemed to become evident. Muscle mass would continue to grow where there had previously been none. His biceps beefed up in size as more mass was pressed into them, and his triceps enlarged in conjunction with them. His shoulders started a process of broadening as his deltoid muscles expanded in size themselves, rounding out his shoulders more as well. All of this combined caused the short sleeves of his button-up shirt to begin to strain. The material had only been sized to accommodate that of someone thinner, so as his musculature continued to develop and dispel his scrawny form it was increasingly evident that the sleeves of his shirt was having trouble containing such a larger size. The deep black fabric attempted to stretch over the larger diameter of his limbs, muscle crevices indenting into the undersized sleeves more as his larger size became even more apparent. The sheer difference in size had also resulted in the sleeves digging into the skin of his arms more, the tightness becoming more apparent while movement became restricted.

   “U-urgh,” Nat groaned out in discomfort. The stunned sensation he felt was fading as he was now trying to fully grasp the situation. “Is this what that guy meant by improving my strength!?”

   That was really the only possible answer he could come up with, especially with how muscular his arms had already gotten. The pressure in those regions had finally begun to fade as they settled on a proper bulkiness to them. As it faded a new sensation replaced them, one of a very noticeable strength that had not existed in his arms prior. It felt odd, but it also felt kind of good. Nat was kind of tempted to give an arm a good flex. He didn't have too much time to do so at the moment though. While the pressure dissipated in his arms, it was now manifesting to his torso. Especially around his chest…

   Nat’s button-up slowly started to fill up as the area that is his chest began to swell in size, the split quickly beginning to strain. The build of his body had the same amount of scrawniness as his arms used to have with it being fairly undefined and flat in form. However mass was accumulating at a steady pace, and thick muscle constantly grew in the region with each passing second. What had once been a formless chest was now being etched with musculature. Thick pectorals inching forward more and more, tightening his shirt around his torso as they did so. All the while his body had also widened, his newly forming pecs evidently needing a broader form to properly fit into. All of this put more pressure on the split of his shirt, buttons tightening on the eyelets as they attempted to contain his bulky chest and the topmost button already popping off.

   As his chest continued to swell and harden, the prickling sensation in his skin returned. Much as it had on his arms, lengthy hairs started poking on the skin across his chest. Black fuzz constantly sprouted across the surface area of his swelling pecs, the smoothness developing a rougher appearance as the hairs took on a medium density across the area. Not enough to create a thick forest of hair yet still enough to give him more of a hirsute appearance that was visible from the openings that had formed in the strained placket of his shirt.

   The pressure that his changes put on his clothing only continued until his pecs reached a size to settle on, with another button breaking off his shirt as a testament to this. Two massive slabs of meat had properly developed from the former nothingness of his chest. Thick and burly with a solid firmness to them. They were also clearly divided by a deep cleavage that easily indented itself into the fabric of his shirt. Although in general it seemed the outline of his chest muscles were easily visible with just how much stress they were putting onto his button-up.  He had a massive shelf now, and it was too much for a bunch of plastic discs and fabric to contain. One more button, the last that had covered his pecs, pops off and causes his shirt to become more open-chested. 

   The front of his body wasn't the only area becoming stronger though. His upper body strength was surely improving, but it was with the concurrent alterations of both the muscles in his front and his back. Pressure built up behind him as his trapezius muscles started to grow, the muscle mass around his shoulder blades becoming more evident the further the changes progressed. This caused further tightness in his shirt as both his back and front started vying for attention from it, pulling it in two opposing directions thanks to their heftier size and tugging the still buttoned portions of the split. The tension being put on it was also becoming enough to form a few more tears in the fabric itself, rips slowly forming above his broadened back.

   Not long after his chest started to grow, his abdominal muscles began to take a proper shape as well. His typically slightly rounded stomach rippled, the small amount of fat it possessed gradually burning away. Once it did burn his stomach was left relatively flat. That didn't last too long as abs began carving into the skin, becoming more defined by the second. A series of abs slotted outwards row by row to create a solid six-pack, then from there they pushed out more as his body continued to thicken in size. The divides of his muscles continuously etched into his ill-fitting shirt, the new definition of his form becoming tangible through the black fabric. The buttoned portion of his shirt made a continued attempt to hold it all in, but with his broader size mixed with his thicker form it wasn't a surprise that another button snapped off.

   Still, with his hairy chest now a bit more visible he could now better observe it. Well, in truth observing meant touching it a bit. Moving one of the halves of his shirt a little he cupped one of his pecs with one of his big, meaty hands. Gently he felt out the firmness of the muscles on his palm, the hairs brushing the skin as he did so. He couldn't stop the blood rushing to his cheeks, the man not able to deny how it made him feel.

   “Mmf, this feels kinda-” he paused for a second to cough, “-kinda good!”

   He stopped for a second. “Did my voice… drop…”

   His question was answered pretty instantaneously as the sound of his voice properly registered in his ears. While it still sounded like his, it seemed to be dropping in tone bit by bit. A steady pacing for the time being. But judging by the tingling in his vocal cords, it likely wouldn't be too long until his voice settles for something much different.

   “Guess those buns are changing a lot more than my muscles…” he remarked. Though it was hard for him to determine if this was the intended result, or if this was supposedly part of those side effects the vendor warned him about. Not that he was really complaining. The extra strength felt less like an unintended consequence and more like a blessing. Plus it felt kind of nice to squeeze his pec. He quickly got distracted by the appearance of his hand though, causing him to let go of the pec in order to stare at the thicker, hairier extremity he now had. 

   “Man, my hand got huge!”

   Of course, the transformation hadn't stopped during his short bout of personal exploration. They only progressed further, moving downwards to start changing the lower half of Nat’s body. This was primarily signaled by a tightness around his waist. One that was especially apparent thanks to his belt. The diameter of his hips had been increasing in order to be more proportionate to his form, and as it did so it put a continued strain on his belt. The leather of it constantly creaked as it made its attempt to contain his increasing mass, but unfortunately it would all be for nought. A soft ping pierced the air as the buckle finally snapped signaling the end of his belt’s attempts to contain him. The squeezing pressure around his waist lessened, but didn't fully stop.

   His pants still remained, and they were already beginning to tighten around his form. The changes easily transitioned to the area below his hips, the front and back of his pants now beginning to fill out a fair bit from it. This was apparent in his rear, a roundness starting to enter his butt. His gluteus muscles increased in size, swelling up with a thickness that bloated his rear up more and more. The seat of both his undergarments and his pants filled out, underwear stretching across his fattening ass while his jeans made an attempt to contain it. Though after a few more seconds of growing a tear would be heard, a split now running down the back of his pants.

   Nat’s mind was having trouble focusing on that though. A flush entered his cheeks as blood had quickly shot downwards, an odd sensation forming in the changing man’s groin. “N-nngh, so… tight…” he eked out, his voice cracking halfway through.

   The front of his pants had constricted as the primary organ of that region succumbed to the changes. A certain erotic feeling entered his mind as the nerves in his groin were constantly stimulated. The frontal portion of his underwear continuously strained more as a roundness became more apparent within it. A sizable bulge forming from the growth of his genitals. The zipper of his pants easily split open from both his growing girth and the hardness of it from the overstimulation the change was instilling.

   “Gguh…” he moaned, slipping a hand down his body in order to squeeze his crotch. “N-now doesn't feel like the best time for this…”

   He let out a deepening grunt as he pushed himself forward in his seat. While the constant stimulation of his nerves felt utterly bliss-inducing, he really would rather not have to do that now. So he tried his best to maintain what little restraint he could and tried his best to just ignore it. Although such a thing was a challenge since even hearing the deeper, more masculine sound of his altering voice was enough to make him shiver.

   The effects of the transformation continued on as they reached his legs. Much like his arms, the musculature of his legs had rapidly improved. The denim of his pants creaked as his usually slender limbs thickened up in size. Hamstrings and quadriceps bulged in conjunction with each other, becoming more clearly defined as they bulked up in size, strength, and power. Ridges that defined his muscles became more apparent, and etched into the material of his legwear as they did so.

   The lower half of his legs weren't spared either as his calves ballooned outwards. Size increasing, roundness becoming more apparent, and prompting more and more strain in his pants as it did so. And all while the muscle mass of his legs increased, the hair growth he was experiencing was happening concurrent with it. More and more black hairs grew across his thickening upper and lower legs, their formation noticeably sparser than they had been on his arms and chest.

   Another few seconds of growth passed before his pants could no longer take it anymore. Although the altering of his legs slowed to a halt, splits were rapidly forming up and down the sides. Hairs poked out of the holes that formed, the divides of his muscles further embedded into the denim, and it was already apparent that any attempt at movement would cause more damage.

   “Grrggh,” Nat growled deeply, the mild discomfort he was experiencing growing with each passing second that his body spent changing. 

   This only increased further as he felt a pressure in his shoes. His feet had begun growing in size, thickening and swelling in order to become a size more proportional to the rest of his body. The frontal portion of his footwear bulged as his toes were pushed into them more. His toes themselves were becoming chunkier, further adding onto the stress the material was experiencing. The back of his feet dug into the heels more and more, and the sides rubbed up against the internals. And as the top of his feet squeezed against the internals of his shoe, the prior sensation of prickling returned as bits of black hair formed atop each foot.

   With each passing moment his feet continued to become meatier, and as it did so the feeling of his shoes squeezing them in some attempt to force them to fit their confines increased. Unfortunately these attempts wouldn't work well for his footwear. Rips echoed through the air as his shoes began to properly tear apart, the top half finally tearing from the soles. His toes slipped out from the opening hole, Nat feeling the air grace them.

   Nat’s breaths deepened, the lump in his throat thickening as his neck itself continued widening. “Gotten so much larger now, urgh-”

   While he couldn't complain about the sudden gain in muscle mass, the sheer amount of tightness he's still experiencing due to his clothing stubbornly staying on his form was restricting. “Half-tempted to tear up the rest of my shirt,” he grumbled, still looking downwards at himself for any more signs of damage to his attire. 

   “…but also I don't want to damage my stuff further. Especially if I'm going to have to go out and buy some more fitting clothing after this…” Nat lamented, followed by a low huff escaping his sufficiently thickened throat. The tingling in his vocal cords was dying down as the changes in his voice seemed to properly settle itself. Deep with a significantly huskier tone to it. Stranger was that the previously youthful tone had been fully lost, his voice sounding a little more aged than it had used to be.

   “It'll be worth it though, once this all… uh…” he paused to blink a few times. His train of thought derailed for a moment, a low haze entering his brain mid-sentence. “F-finishes… urgh…”

   He sat back again as the haze in his mind started rapidly growing in density. Surface level thoughts blanked out of his brain as Nat’s ability to string together anything coherent in his mind was quickly getting lost. “Gguh, what's… going on? Can't… think…”

   He lifted up an arm to place a hand on the side of his head, the associated sleeve of his shirt ripping a little from the sudden movement. “N-need to… uh…”

   A low pressure then started to enter his skull as the transformation finally reached the final untransformed portion of Nat’s body: his head. The very shape of his skull promptly began to reshape itself under this pressure. The roundness of his face was steadily lost as his features became more angular. His jawline typically had a slightly rounded, average appearance, but as the changes set in all of that hardened. The lower end of his jaw chiseled, straightening out his chin a fair bit. Meanwhile the sides of his jaw became a bit more diagonal. Both of these changes combined added a certain angularity in his face that it had not possessed prior.

   This angular appearance didn't stop there though. The structure of his skull continued to shift, molding into a form that made his head look a bit more squarish thanks to his new jawline. By now this was also facilitating more overt alterations to his facial features as well. While his jawline was squaring out the formation of hairs started to speckle it. Bits of stubble poked out his face, small yet noticeable hairs forming across his jawline. Yet it didn't completely overtake his jaw and instead maintained a more sparse formation. A similar change would also occur above his upper lip as a relatively small amount of hairs formed across it.

   There had been other alterations to his facial features that ensued as well. Another more overt one was in his nose, the structure of it forced to shift as the straightness of his dorsum nasi was disrupted. It steadily grew to protrude outwards a bit more as the cartilage of his nose altered to make his nose a bit thicker and slightly bulbous. At the same time, his ears were shifting in position a little bit by poking out the sides of his head slightly more than they had been prior. They had also seemed to become slightly bigger and wider, and even a little rounder. The resulting mix of the changes of his nose and ears with that of his wider face resulted in his glasses bending a bit. A sign that the eyewear was becoming more ill fitting. As for his eyes themselves their size seemed to increase a little, meanwhile the pupils went through the inverse by becoming smaller and darker.

   The most overt change had come to his eyebrows though. Initially thin with a brown coloration of hair, they deepened to black as they started to thicken by a substantial amount. As his brows got thicker, more and more hairs started to grow out the ends. A small amount formed on the outer ends while the inner ends seemed to grow fuzz in such a manner that it seemed the two brows were trying to bridge the gap between themselves. This led to the shape heavily altering as the longer his brows got, the more curvature they obtained above his eyes. It didn't take too long for his now much thicker eyebrows to properly remove the divide between themselves, merging their lengths above his nose and giving him a proper unibrow. The shaping of it was unique however with the newly developed curvature granting it an M-shape.

   Then there was the matter of the man’s hair. Initially it was brown in color with a fairly messy style to it. However as the changes to his head progressed, the style of his hair was rapidly altering. The coloration darkened at a quick pace, browns fading to a deep black that consumed each and every follicle. Meanwhile the hair itself seemed to shorten itself. The messiness of his hair fading as each and every bit of it got shorter and shorter. The cut of it had even seemed to neaten while doing so as the hairs seemed to align more properly. This resulted in his hair adopting a style that could be more aptly described as a crew cut.

   But all while this series of changes had been ensuing there was one alteration to his face that was a little more subtle. With each shift in his jawline, or each alteration to his facial structure or features, there was a little bit of weathering that ensued in his face. His actual age seemed to be progressing forwards as the transformation continued onwards. The more youthful look of his face rapidly shifted, getting a little bit more wrinkles beneath the eyes and bordering the cheeks. He would leave his mid-20s, moving forward into his early-30s. Then his mid-30s, which seemed to be where the aging halted. Not the most overt of transformations, but it was clear the effects of aging were there on his face. Especially since he had grown a whole ten years older in less than a minute. The increase in age would further strain the man’s mind as with the sudden gap in years having formed between his physicality and his mentality, some things just didn't add up anymore.

   “Ggrgh,” the man let out a pained groan as he continued to hold the sides of his head in his hands. Whatever was going on had not stopped at only changing his physicality. Beneath all of the haze that had overtaken his mind, a rapid shift in his mind had been taking place.

    It started off as something a little abstract. There was a strange tug in various areas of his mentality, especially within his personality as his more adventurous nature was getting dulled out. Instead it was getting replaced by one that was more leisure-oriented, perhaps even a fair bit lazier than he had used to be. It was confusing to say the least as both personality aspects still existed to a degree in his head. Conflicting and contrasting with each other as one tried to overpower the other, making it harder at first to determine which was actually correct for him.

   Yet the man’s thoughts refused to remain consistent. His previous intrigue with the transformation was rapidly faded as the ability to even register anything had changed was becoming a growing impossibility. The lingering idea that something wasn't right still existed, but he could not be able to pinpoint a reason even if he tried. As far as his changing mindset was concerned, his body had looked like this for a long time.

   “C-can’t… a-aagh-”

   His perception of everything was constantly getting modified. With the aging of his body came the fact his own view of his age shifted alongside it. His shifts in personality resulted in an influx of changes to his very identity. His own interests, desires, goals changed beneath the constant turbulence of his changing mentality. Even his own intelligence hadn't been left unaffected as it too dulled out a bit beneath the haze. All of this he was completely unable to break away from because it was seemingly replacing everything that had been fundamentally part of his former self and identity.

   But what was perhaps the biggest revision to his identity was the fact that his sudden onset progression of age resulted in a gap in memory that had to be filled. Years and years of memories had to be added in order to satisfy the ten years he had been given. Yet that wasn't enough as memories beyond those ten years flowed into his brain. Initially unfamiliar memories of a life in Japan were constantly spilled out across the neurons of his brain, overtaking and replacing every aspect of his previous life whenever it could. 

   Such a major alteration in his experiences only reinforced his changes in personality. It had granted him a ‘new’ path in life, a different mindset with a job that these mental changes forced familiarity with. Although perhaps the most drastic change was how the alterations to his memories tampered with his abilities to comprehend the English language. Instead it would be replaced with fluency of the Japanese language, his mind rewiring to have that as his native language. This resulted in his thoughts rapidly shifting, the sounds and words he could string together only being in this language he's spontaneously learned.

   Of course with the most intense of modifications out the way, the haze in the man’s brain steadily subsided. The splittingness of the headache had also slowly dulled as he came back to his senses. One of his hands slipped off the side of his head as he tiredly blinked his eyes, now properly coming back to his senses. While he couldn't fully process it anymore a new identity had been forced onto him, and that meant he had a completely new name.

   Kankichi Ryotsu…

   “Uurgh,” the older man repositioned the still raised hand to the back of his head and rubbed the area. “What happened…?”

   He wasn't able to recall the last thing that happened at all. Furthermore, as his vision properly focused and he glanced around the room he found himself in a place he had absolutely no familiarity with. “Whuh- and where am I!?!”

   Then his tactile feedback finally started to register that he was feeling extremely uncomfortable. This prompted him to look down and find that he was wearing some really tight clothing that he knew for a fact he didn't put on. “And what am I wearing!?” he asked in a confused panic.

   Deciding to get up off the couch he found himself sitting in, Ryotsu gave his ill-fitting attire a small inspection. Rips and tears layered the shirt’s sleeves and back, and even more ran up and down his pants. He also wasn't very proud of the fact that the back of his pants were split open in a relatively… revealing manner. It didn't help that more and more tearing pierced the air as he moved, signaling he was consistently causing even more damage to what he was wearing. Particularly with the exacerbation of the damage on the back of his shirt and the sides of his jeans. Furthermore it had also seemed as though he was wearing a pair of glasses, although calling it wearing felt a bit inaccurate as they seemed to just barely cling onto his head.

   First thing first was to just remove the glasses, Ryotsu easily pulling them off and disregarding them onto the couch behind him. The movement of his arms continued to cause more damage to his sleeves, the man’s focus shifted to look over to them again. Not a second passed before he got distracted by something else however. “Eheh, it does outline my muscles rather well at least,” he said to himself. 

   He couldn't help but flex his arm after saying that, resulting in the short sleeve that was around it to finally burst apart. He didn't care too much about that though as he was happy to continue flexing his muscles a bit more. Another arm to burst off the other sleeve, his entire upper body to properly tear apart the remainder of his shirt, even do a few poses to move his legs enough to allow his jeans to fall into pieces. Shards of clothing easily slipped off his skin, leaving the man mostly naked barring his miraculously surviving underwear.

   “Ahh, much better…” he remarked. Although another glance down proved that even though his undergarments remained intact, it was still very tight with a fairly revealing bulge. “A-ah crap! I-I might have to find a replacement for what I was wearing, actually!”

   With that, Ryotsu was sent scrambling around the place he found himself in in order to find some good replacement clothing. Although it wasn't until he found the home’s bedroom that he was able to find a closet to at least properly pick something out.

   “I hope whoever lives here doesn't mind me borrowing something for a bit,” he muttered as he rummaged through the closet.

   He spends the next minute trying to find something good enough to wear. Although it was already proven a challenge as everything was already looking way too small for his rather burly form. It wasn't until the latter half of that minute that he finally had to come to the conclusion that he had to just pick something so he could at least get out of whatever this place is and head home with his dignity intact.

   This led to him settling on a black t-shirt with a gray lightning bolt design on it. He held it out in front of him for a bit, cross comparing the size of the shirt to the size of his body. Still was extremely small compared to him, but the material at least seemed to be stretchy enough that it might be able to hold its own on his body. Especially since it appears like it could fit someone of his size but not of his bulk. So just like everything else in here it's tightness on him is going to be unavoidable.

   “Better than nothing, I guess…”

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   The earlier notion of maintaining his dignity already felt fleeting the moment Ryotsu stepped out of the house. While he found clothing that was at the very least able to cling onto his body without getting damaged to an overt degree, the tightness of it all was far from ideal. Especially considering the tightness of his shirt allowed every bit of his musculature to show, which did not particularly feel good out in public.

    He wasn't able to dwell on that for too long though. He spent a minute or so aimlessly walking around the neighborhood he had somehow found himself in, but was suddenly stopped as his gaze wandered to a random alleyway nestled between two buildings. Within that alley was a familiar vendor cart seemingly run by a man he instantly recognized.

   The man was also looking straight at him. “I was wondering how long it'd take you to come, gorilla.”

   “Professor Ezaki?!” Ryotsu exclaimed. The man promptly stepped forward into the alley and walked up to the cart. His footsteps had developed an aggressive stomp to them as an angered expression formed on his face. “What are YOU doing here?”

   “A salesman has to make a living somehow, gorilla,” Ezaki simply responded. “And I would ask you the same, but I would already know the answer to that question.”

   “Huh-”

   “That's irrelevant,” Ezaki cut in before Ryotsu could even get a chance to ask what he meant. “Now tell me, how are you feeling?”

   “Uncomfortable!” Ryotsu responded nigh-instantaneously. “Other than the fact that I woke up in some random place I don't know, the only clothing I could find for myself is way too tight for me to wear…”

   As if to accentuate his point, one of the seams on a sleeve of Ryotsu’s shirt developed a tear thanks to the past few minutes of stress it was put under. Ryotsu’s face fell in disappointment, “See!?”

   “Hm, I might have something to remedy that…” Ezaki stated before opening the hatch of the cart and plunging a hand in it. “It was something I had made to handle simple clothing repairs before I tweaked it to handle more complex clothing alterations… ah, there it is!”

   He pulled his hand out of the inner compartment, and in it was a strange remote-like object with numerous buttons. “Although I can't say I fully remember which buttons do which,” he muttered, eyes narrowing beneath his glasses.

   “That doesn't feel particularly reassuring,” Ryotsu commented, backing away a little. “Especially knowing what has happened the last few times I've-”

   “Perhaps it was this one?” Ezaki pressed a random button, and a beam of red light escaped the remote and hit Ryotsu.

   The results were very much the opposite of what either were hoping though. Ryotsu’s musculature became more defined as the clothing he was wearing seemed to tighten around his body more and more. The sounds of tearing continuously pierced the air of the alleyway as rips formed their way across his sleeves, his shirt, and even his pants as they continuously shrunk. Everything he wore was practically becoming skin-tight at this rate.

   “Too tight! TOO TIGHT!!!” Ryotsu yelled out in a frustrated panic. He already felt a few seconds away from being squeezed into paste!

   “Calm down, calm down!” Ezaki demanded. “Maybe this one…” another button was pressed, and this time a blue beam of light hit Ryo.

   The results of this one were an instant improvement as the size of Ryotsu's outfit started to grow in size. More interestingly though, what he was wearing even seemed to be changing as it altered in size. The black coloration of the shirt shifted as splotches of blue formed across it and rapidly expanded in territory across the material. As the blue overtook it various aspects of the shirt were altered. The lightning bolt design in the middle faded as a split formed down the middle of the shirt and the neck seemed to deepen. While the split formed two portions of the shirt expanded and folded over the two now divided halves and created a uniform collar and lapel. It still would remain a unified entity though as a series of buttons and eyelets materialized beneath the lapel and fastened themselves. Some pockets also manifested on each half of the uniform as well.

   The growth in size resulted in the hem and sleeves of the shirt to extend as well. Both sleeves grew down his arms and momentarily nestled around his wrists before instantly rolling themselves to reveal that the inside of his uniform had become a lighter shade of blue. Meanwhile as the hem of his shirt extended downwards an additional two pockets arose from the material. This was followed by a couple of objects spontaneously appearing on his body, more specifically a belt around his waist and two golden pins on each end of his uniform’s lapel. Furthermore a dress shirt also appeared beneath the uniform itself, threading itself into existence and preventing his chest from being exposed. It was also accompanied by a black tie that hung around the newly appeared shirt’s collar.

   The changes to the clothing on his lower half was significantly less impressive though. While they had also grown, the material of his jeans also altered to match the softer composition of the upper half of his uniform. The pockets shifted to remain consistent with the pockets of his coat, and the color brightened in tone to a less dark shade of blue. As for his footwear, the man had been initially wearing a pair of ill-fitting sandals that he took from the home since they were the only thing that fit. While they were also increased in size, the strap shifted to a singular band that went over his feet while the sole bulked and hardened to wood. While they still seemed to resemble a pair of sandals, they had taken the appearance of a pair of traditional Japanese geta.

   With that the shift in his clothing came to a finish. It had seemed to take on an almost perfect replication of his police force outfit! Emphasis on almost.

   “Still a little bit tight,” Ryotsu remarked. Then again it did feel more like a comfortably snug level of tightness that he could work with. Plus it outlined his levels rather perfectly!

   Ezaki looked unphased. “Well, I've still got four buttons on this thing if you want to try them out.”

   Ryotsu’s eyes widened in fear. “No, no, this is fine!”

   Ezaki nodded, letting out a slightly dissatisfied hum. He then placed the clothes altering remote into his cart’s compartment again. A silence then fell between the two for a few moments before Ryotsu’s face brightened, the man seeming to have remembered something.

   “So, how'd those buns we make end up doing? Did they work?” Ryotsu asked, a confident smirk now adorning his face. “Did you make a good profit off them?! And how much of a cut can I get-”

   “Well, I can't say they didn't work,” Ezaki said, eyeing Ryo up and down. “But the results still seem to be far from what I've desired…”

   So close and yet so very, very far…