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xi-chan · 7 days

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sunday brainrot will not leave me ALONE just thinking abt his little "triple faced gods blah blah tell the truth" AURRRGGHH need to be interrogated by him SO BAD

omg yes

I imagine a scenario where you were his little insight spy without your knowledge and he‘ll use the Harmony to coax the information out of you. But this time- he was jealous of someone he didn't know.

i‘m completely normal about this man I swear

Clematis

pairings: Yan!Sunday x reader warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Reader referred to as „Angel“, god complex Sunday (?)

it was supposed to be a simple meeting with your loving boyfriend.

when he requested your presence, you initially thought he was stressed because of work again and that he needed rest- that he needed you, as usual.

after bidding farewell to the shopkeeper you were currently with, you made your way towards the Reverie Hotel. Some Family members on the way recognized you and gave you a small smile or a simple bow- mostly due to the fact that you were Sunday‘s lover. You reciprocated the kind gesture and gave a quick smile as well, even after having the strange feeling of being watched.

once you were on the plaza in front of the Reverie, you noticed one of Sunday‘s crows on one of the fences, watching you closely. They have always been around the city and Sunday told you to simply ignore them, so you did. But today, they seemed restless; when you left Dewlight Pavillion, when you walked around Golden Hour, when you bought some snacks from a Pepeshi Person- at least one crow was watching you.

opening the doors to Dewlight Pavillion, you were expecting to see Brina behind the reception counter greeting you, but instead, you were met with utter silence- as no one was in the room. A hint of uneasiness washed over your body as you continued to traverse through the Pavillion. Even in the halls, where there were usually some guards, there was silence.

you were filled with worry before rushing towards Sunday‘s office, flinging the door open- only to see him stand leisurely in front of the bookcase.

after hearing you entering, your lover turned around and gave you his charming smile.

„Good, you‘re here, my dear.“ he said, one hand behind his back and the other directing towards an armchair. „Please, sit.“ you slowly shook your head as you turned to the door again, stuttering over your words. „The… e-entire Pavillion- there‘s.. no one.. i-is everything okay?“ as you turned back to Sunday, he gave you a reassuring smile. „yes, everything is fine, Angel. Please, calm down and sit.“ you shrugged before listening to your lover, sitting down. The uneasy feeling in your stomach did not falter one second, but you were telling yourself that you were safe as long as Sunday was there.

„Dear, you seem more stressed than I was a few moments ago. Shall I ease your worries first before I tell you mine?“ you let out a long exhale as you nodded your head. Usually, you were the one calming Sunday down after a long day; stroking his hair, cleaning his wings, kissing his temple- he always said he appreciated these small gestures and you loved to do them.

sunday did the same to you right now. He brushed a few hairs out of your face, held your cheek in his palm and kissed you lightly on the forehead, his wings engulfing your head softly. your body and mind had calmed down by the time he retracted his face and when he smiled again you mirrored it. However, when you looked closer, his smile wasn‘t genuine and behind, there were his crows- their eyes focused on you.

„Have you calmed down? May I now share my troubles with you, Angel?“ he asked like usually and without hesitation, you nodded. „Of course.“

„Perfect. Now, there have been some… ‚issues‘ inside the Family‘s network. The Bloodhound Family has been trying to apprehend a stowaway, and please, don‘t take this the wrong way when I say this,“ the feeling in your stomach only increased and you didn‘t like it.

„you meet a lot of people everyday, and the stowaway was one of them, we believe. You wouldn‘t mind telling me about that, would you?“ Sunday had his hand on your cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb, the fabric of his gloves smooth on you skin, but your breath hitched as his hand traveled to you chin, holding it.

"I'm afraid I don't know a-anything." you tried to sound normal, but the small stutter gave you away, yet Sunday only chuckled. "I don't need any of your lies today, love. My patience has been running thin these past few days." his charming smile was replaced with a small frown and your body was betraying you. You tried to compose yourself, but it was futile.

"I only need truths." Sunday said and his whole demeanor changed.

"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

your whole mind was shooting blanks as you felt an unfamiliar dizziness wash over you. The whole room was becoming too colorful, and your lover's face became distorted as he made you look at him again.

"I apologize for the circumstances, but you gave me no choice. Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed." his words were echoing in your ears and you finally realized the situation you were in.

The crows, the empty pavilion, the Harmony: he was watching you.

"Who were the people you met two days ago on the Dream's Edge?" he asked and multiple memories flooded your mind. At this very moment, you were scared. Scared at your Lover. You didn't want to answer but a terrible headache took your mind off the idea.

"...not many, I remember... Chadwick, Colleen, those small birds... and that one... man?" the headache eased once you answered but the Harmony's influence was still present.

"What man? What was his name? What did his appearance look like? What did the two of you talk about?" you wanted to get up from your seat and run away, return to reality- but you knew that your legs had no ounce of strength.

"I don't remember his name, but it was something with A... Adan, I believe...and he had blonde hair, I think... with brown eyes." the room was getting more and more blurry with each second you didn't answer, but the loss of equilibrium made even your memories hazy. "We talked about the view of the Dreamscape... yes, that's it.." Sunday hummed unsatisfied as he heard your answer, clicking his tongue.

"What else? What else did you talk about?"

"I don't remember...! My head hurts..." Sunday held your face in his hands and made you look at him. His hands were soft to the touch and a worried smile was plastered on his lips. "I really didn't want to do this, Angel." he cooed, his face close to yours. "You know I only want the best for you, don't you?" those sweet words made your heart melt as you remembered the times where he took the blame if you accidentally ruined some of the Family's documents or when you broke something in Dewlight Pavilion.

"Angel, I gave you everything, and I can give you even more- I can give you everything that exists in the world, just tell me what I want to know." your breath hitched before he placed a soft kiss on your lips and you think you lost your mind after everything was hazy. Your memory, your view, the voices- everything became duller and duller by the second. Sunday asked something and you answered, but you can't comprehend what you said. You only felt his hand graze your temple before darkness engulfed you and you blacked out.

the soft humming, a calming scent, and a damp towel on your forehead welcomed you when you regained consciousness. as you slowly opened your eyes, a feather before your eyes greeted you and the humming stopped.

"You're awake. I was afraid you wouldn't wake up today." Sunday said softly, his hand on yours, stroking it gently. "...what?" you groaned as you fully regained consciousness, the headache returning tenfold. The damp towel was replaced by a hand, and you heard some whispering from Sunday.

"...oh, Triple-Faced Soul, may their fatigue vanish completely and let the harmony heal their mind."

you sighed as your body and mind calmed down, your worries from before disappearing. "Sunday...? what happened?" you asked when you saw his face full of worry.

"Nothing that needs your concern, Angel. Please, rest up and let me take care of you. Will you allow me?" you nodded at his gentle words and he hummed contently. His hand grazed over your arms as you felt more at ease before slowly falling asleep again. Sunday continued humming, even as he turned his face to his crows.

"Inform someone from the Bloodhound Family of this individual, and let them apprehend this... "stowaway." the crows disappeared in a blinks eye before he faced you again. The frown turned into a small smile again as he bent down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"No one is allowed to 'flirt' with what is mine."

A/N: hehahehafuu I'm going feral because of this man

#sunday #honkaistarrail #honkaistarrail drabbles #hsr #sundayhonkaistarrail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail Sunday x reader #Sunday hsr x reader #sunday x reader #sunday x you #sunday x y/n

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charlessainzz · 15 days

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Date Night?

here's the first fic, next one will be on sunday. hope you guys like this!

Another night you spent waiting for him. Another night you spent all dressed up alone. Another night ending in disappointment.

Here you were in that little black dress, lipstick on, and clutch in hand sitting on the couch waiting for Max to walk through the door. You were ready to give it to him. Ready to rip him a new one.

You hear the door unlock and creak open. You see his face peak through. He’s a sweaty mess so he must have been at training…. again. That’s when you notice his bloodshot eyes. At first you thought he was drunk but then you noticed his tear stained cheeks. Tossing your bag to the side you jump up and run to him in the doorway. Grabbing his face in between your hands, his face is hot to the touch. Your eyes looking him up and down searching for the source of his pain.

“Max, what’s happening?”, you worried. He closes his eyes and just shakes his head. “Please baby tell me so I can help or-or just talk you through it”, you plead.

“I can’t do this anymore y/n! I do all this to make him happy!”, Max says as he begins to raise his voice. You felt a pit in your stomach. Max pushes your hands off him as he starts pacing around the living room.

“I skip parties, I cancel plans, I neglect our relationship to make sure I’m the world’s greatest Formula 1 driver… all for him! A-and it’s still not enough!”, he boomed. You instantly know who he’s talking about. His dad.

“I fucking stood you up today to get in more training time! And when I ask to take off he starts lecturing me about how I’m not dedicated enough!”, he yells. “What does he want from me?”, Max asks throwing his hands into the air. He’s reached his breaking point.

You look at him, knowing you can never give him an answer that would be appeasing but you had to try. “Oh Max… he’s the type of person that will never be happy enough. Never be satisfied enough. He just wants more and more”, you stressed. “And he’ll keep asking for more and more because he knows you want to make him happy. But it’s a never ending cycle”.

He looks at you and nods. Tears still run down his face. He knows that’s the best answer he’ll get and he knows there is no easy solution. But at least you were there for him, and trying to help. “Thank you”, he murmurs.

“For what?”, you inquire.

“Just being here. Taking all the shit that comes with dating me”, he says. You see in his face how disappointed he is in himself for standing you up again. However, you knew why at least.

You move towards him with arms stretched out. Inviting him into your safe embrace. Max’s whole body relaxes as he wraps himself into you.

Pushing your hand into his hair you say, “I would take anything to be with you Max. I would go to the ends of this world to just be near you”, you confess and place a kiss on his lips for a second. Going back to just holding each other, you feel like the only two people left on Earth. The world solely spinning for your love.

Feeling his breath on your neck, he holds you even tighter. Trying to squeeze every ounce of love out of you. “You’re my everything y/n”, he whispers into your neck.

“You’re my whole world Max Verstappen”, you proclaim. Wanting to lighten the mood a bit you say, “But one more date night that goes wrong and I’ll give away all your World Champion trophies”, you say with a sly smile.

Max picks his head up from your neck and grins. He leans down and as he’s about to give you a kiss you feel his hand wrap into your hair and tug it. “I promise to do my best y/n”, he says with all the seriousness he could muster.

“That’s all I ask Maxie”, you breathed. You crane your face up to connect your lips once again.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen angst #max verstappen x you #writtenbycharlessainzz #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff

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cho-aaacho · 3 months

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—Sunday Kiss

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Hugging, Soft Nanami Kento, Picnics, Picnic Date, Please hug Nanami Kento, because he deserves your love.

Summary : "May spring forever trail in your steps, enveloping you in its embrace of love and warmth. May dawn unfurl its tender fingers, painting your day in hues of lovely red. And may your smile greet me eternally as I open my eyes."

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That morning, Kento invited you to go somewhere—a rare request from him since his days off were typically filled with long rests in the apartment.

Picnic.

But honestly, you genuinely love that idea and are confident he would be happy surrounded by flowers and nice picnic food. At least you could help him on his stressful day. Encourage him to be strong like he should be.

In recent weeks, your worry has grown for him. Night after night, he comes home with a tired expression or mutters something bad about his coworkers. Hinting that his job has become burdensome.

You offer him some help, but he refuses gently, claiming he doesn't want to bring his problems home. Yet he always acts like that every time you look at his face during dinner. A cold expression with uninterested eyes. You don't want this version of him.

Shoko didn't help much, and Satoru only made Kento dizzy.

So... his request for a picnic this time is good for you. You might be able to make some good sandwiches, sweet macarons, or even buy a nice bottle of beer. You can picture yourself in a romantic setting while driving with him, and the picnic basket is set behind your seat.

Oh, Kento would be so happy!

He smiled and asked affectionately, "Are you listening to me, sweetheart?"

You playfully wink at him in response, tucking your phone into your jacket. "Yes, I'm listening to Kento-kun."

A smile curled on his lips, followed by a gentle pat on your head. "It looks like you're in a good mood today. I'm glad."

"No, I'm more happy to see Kento-kun with his smile. It's been a long time since I saw you smiling."

"Oh, my sweet love."

He had approached your presence, embracing you and reaching your waist for a sweet hug. He was blabbering about something—lovely sweet words, a pet name, or anything sweet.

He placed a kiss on your neck and moved to your jawline, tracing your face with his textured lips, briefly kissing your lips, sharing his affection with you, and letting you feel him once again.

As he deepened the kiss, he tightened the hug, savoring your breath and aroma. It was intoxicating and cute.

His kiss left you momentarily breathless, and you gently tapped his shoulder as a hint, and he shifted away from your face.

"Ugh... Ken..."

He chuckled. "Whaa—sorry, am I too affectionate?"

"No, it's alright. I'll be preparing to make sandwiches! Kento-kun can help me with something else."

After spending your time making some sandwiches and macarons, you followed Kento to the car, where he was sitting in the driver's seat. This time he was wearing very beautiful clothes; the color was so suited to him—blue as the clear sky.

His honey-colored blond hair framed his gorgeous face as he drove to the picnic spot. Humming along, he couldn't help but shower you with compliments, hinting at the radiance of his mood.

As you arrived at Gyoen Park, Kento held your hand, not wanting to lose you, and wanted you to be closer to him, as if you were fragile flowers in his hand.

And he was so gentle. His gestures were perfectly matched with the whole situation. The cherry blossom trees, the clear blue sky, and the green hue of grass.

Everything is so romantic...

In that moment, you wished for this enchantment to linger eternally.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen

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henrioo · 5 months

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°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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winterchimez · 7 months

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A Little Care | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you have been awfully stressed out with work lately, and your boyfriend notices how it has affected you negatively, so he finally decides to give you some care for the night.

PAIRING: bf Sangyeon x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), nipple play, cum tasting (f! reader), p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls do it safely irl folks)

WORD COUNT: 2,253

A/N: so i know i've said from the beginning how i would never write smut... well, something snapped and things happened so here we are 🤡 huge shoutout to my loves @sungbeam & @juyeonszn for proofreading this & reassuring me that it's okay ily both 😭🩵 this is my very first smut, so pls bear with me ><

update!! i've moved my nsfw works to @midnightfantasiez so do drop by and read my other works & say hi 🥰

The pouring rain that was hitting the train windows was making you ten times worse than you already were.

It has been such a hectic few weeks for you at the office, but today was the worst of them all. Apparently, your director has been disregarding their employees' well-being and instead kept giving every single one of you more workload than you could’ve possibly endured. They have also made it clear that there will be no exception for losing the deadlines as they are now finally trying their awful best to fix up the company’s image before their subsidiary arrives in Seoul in the coming weeks for a visit.

Hence, you have been working way overtime each day at the office, and by the time you have gotten home, it was already late enough to the point that most times, you would immediately crash onto your bed and skip dinner.

Even spending less time with your boyfriend, Sangyeon.

You both have been in a relationship for two years and recently moved in together at the start of the year as Sangyeon managed to transfer to another branch much closer to where you lived. You were thrilled, to say the least, because that would save you plenty of time to take the one-hour bus ride to the city he used to work in back then.

Ever since moving in with Sangyeon, he has been absolutely the best towards you. He noticed how your hours were much more tedious than he was, and he offered to cook dinner for most of the days while you were in charge of making the lunch boxes for you both since he would be home first than you most of the time. He was also already in his seventh year working for his company, so as one of the higher-ups, his timing was much more flexible, and he basically worked from home at least three times a week.

Sangyeon has definitely noticed the change in you. Every time he brings it up, you have decided to turn him down instead, saying how you would rather not talk about it and move on to other much more pleasant topics that you both loved—music, films, and some random cafes that you both found on social media where you both would like to pay a visit on your next weekend date.

And he respected your decision. Even during your weekly Sunday dates with one another, only a little about work would be mentioned, and you both would have the best days with one another, walking hand-in-hand through the streets while munching on your favourite bubble waffles topped off with ice cream.

But it seemed as if something had snapped within you today. Your emotions were all over the place, and you just couldn’t wait to get back home and dive into his embrace.

I just want some cuddles and comfort for the love of God.

“Hey, babe! Welcome home!”

Sangyeon immediately popped his head out from the kitchen and peered through the door when he heard you unlocking the door open. He quickly approached you while turning the stove off and took your bags into his hands instead.

“How’s my baby today?” He gave you the biggest smile that you have always loved. His radiant smile would always melt away all your negativity and make you feel much better.

What he did not expect today was that you immediately dived into his embrace, with tears you have been desperately holding back for the entire day streaming down your face.

He was pretty taken aback for sure, for the only time you would ever do this was when you two were both cuddling watching a sad film or when you finally got promoted at your job a year prior. Given your demeanour, he knew that something was wrong.

“Baby… it’s ok. You know you can let it all out, right? You don’t have to hold them back no more.” He cooed while wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back to calm you down.

“Sangyeon… I… Why is it just so hard to be happy with my work?” You sniffed, trying your best to talk through your tears.

“I’ve joined the company because I admired their work ethic and environment. Why is it so different from what I have imagined? Why do fame and money bring out the ugliest in people? Why do they have zero empathy towards our employees who work so hard for them?”

You were a crying mess, and you just couldn’t stop blabbing out the most profound thoughts you have had for several weeks. You were the type to bottle up your emotions, and you would instead take them to the grave and figure them out yourself. You knew it was your bad trait, which led to you not giving yourself enough time and care towards your physical and mental well-being. And the last thing you want to do is trouble your sweetheart, who has done so much for you.

But tonight, you have decided that enough was enough, and you couldn’t care less if you finally showed your boyfriend your weakest moment because you just did not have the strength to keep it up anymore.

When your breathing stabilised, Sangyeon finally cups your face to lift it and look straight into his eyes. “Baby, I’m so sorry you had to go through the shittiest management and deal with their nasty jobs. I may be unable to loosen your workload, but I can surely take care of you if that’s what you want.”

“But you always take care of me, Sangyeon.” You sniffed.

“I know. But, maybe tonight I could give you some special treatment.”

You giggled and wiped your tears away. “Okay, and what is this special treatment? Will you give me a spa day?”

It was there, and then you noticed how your boyfriend’s eyes had somewhat slightly darkened, and he was now eyeing both your lips and neck. He then gently drops your belongings onto one of the chairs nearby, and his hands now find their way to pull down the turtleneck top you were wearing.

“Something much better than a spa day.”

The next thing that happens, he crashes his lips onto yours, savouring them like there’s no tomorrow. This was different, much more different than what you were used to. Sure, you both have had plenty of kisses with one another, even having slow and sensual ones where you would have each other’s tongues in your mouth. But this was different. It seemed a lot more hasty and perhaps accompanied by lust.

The soft and sweet Sangyeon you have been accustomed to was gone. Instead, he looked like a beast, thirsty and hungry, as if he had not been fed for a while.

From the back of your mind, you knew you had to stop and question what turned him on. But with the way his tongue wrapped around yours and he was leaving no room for you to catch your breath, it was impossible for you to think straight at the moment.

His hands now travel down to your hips, and he eventually forces you to jump and wrap your legs around him as he lays you on the countertop. That was when one of his hands slowly reached down, massaged one of your thighs, and eventually moved to your underwear.

You gasped and were about to stop him, but he beat you to it. He rubbed your clit, all puffy and pink and sensitive, turning him on even more than before.

“Baby, just trust me,” he cooed and proceeded to pick up his speed. At the same time, he breaks off the kiss and moves his lips down to your neck, sucking your bare skin. Your moans were getting out of control, each getting louder as his fingers worked their way around your tight opening. When you were finally relaxed enough to his liking, he inserted two fingers into you, earning a loud gasp as you tilted your head back. His fingers plunged in and out of you, his pace increasing.

You couldn’t think straight. How could you? When your boyfriend is literally fingering you while sucking your neck at the same time. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so good at the moment.

“S-sangyeon… please…”

“Tell me what you want baby.”

“I... I want you… down there…”

Immediately, he smirked and pulled his fingers out as he positioned himself right between your thighs. “I never knew you had this within you, baby. And I’m loving it a whole lot.”

Sangyeon brings himself towards your clit, licking and kissing while inserting his fingers back into your hole. It did not take him long to insert his tongue into your opening.

Dear God, you were in heaven.

“M-more.. Sangyeon… don’t stop.. aaah–”

As he quicked his pace, and so did your breathing and moans. It wasn’t for long when you finally came, and Sangyeon did his best trying to savour all of your juices. He then lifts his head back up to look at you while diving his lips back onto yours for you to savour the taste of your own cum.

“Baby, you taste so good. How about a round two?”

One thing led to another, and now you were lying naked on your bed. You have been with Sangyeon for two years and have never been naked in front of your boyfriend. And it was also your first time to see how glorious his body proportions were and how refined his muscles and abs were.

He slowly climbs onto you and lays his hands on your bare skin. You shivered at the contact, you never knew your boyfriend would be so skilled with those glorious hands of his, touching and massaging every bit and corner of your body. He eventually finds their way to your breasts, which you have covered up by wrapping your arms around you. He slowly takes them apart to reveal your bare breasts to him.

“Why would you cover these up? You look so goddamn beautiful to me right now.”

His lips dove to your right while his hands massaged your left. He circled around your hardened nipples while giving them a little suck every few rounds. You did not know how much your body would react to such a simple action of his, your toes curling and arching at the stimulation. It turned you on so much, and you dug your fingers into his soft brown hair to push him down to suck on them more.

His free hand now travels back down onto your clit, rubbing it slowly once again to keep you nice and loose.

“Baby... do you trust me?”

That was when you opened your eyes and clearly noticed his big bulge poking throughout his boxers, eager to make its way into you. God, you were about to lose your virginity now for real.

“I... I don’t know, Sangyeon. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle. And I made you a promise that I will take care of you.” he murmured while giving a gentle squeeze to your hips.

With that, you slowly nodded before Sangyeon eventually pulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. He slowly lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing your core to capture all your wetness.

He peered up at you. “Babe. Are you ready?”

Blinking, you had to take a moment to suck in a massive breath before nodding your head. In one swift movement, he pushes his member into your tight walls, earning a loud whimper from you. Your body quivered at the contact, and your boyfriend came down to you, wiping your tears away.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll give you a few moments to adjust. Hmm?” Even while you both were doing the deed, he was still considerate and ensured you felt comfortable and safe above anything else.

As you tried calming your breathing down again, you finally gave him a nod, meaning he could proceed. He started slow, dragging his member in and out of your pussy for you to get used to it, all while showering you with plenty of kisses on your lips and around your face.

When your whimpers slowly turn into soft moans, you let him know that he could pick up the pace. The pain that once bothered you was now long gone and was replaced with pleasure. Your fingers in his hair slid down to his bare back, and you couldn’t help but slightly dig your nails into his skin, which turned him on more.

“S-sangyeon… faster…” you begged him; you were desperately trying to reach that high.

“Are you sure—you can handle it—baby?” He asked in between his groans.

“Y-yes.. I want… more…” You replied weakly.

Your wish was his command, and both of your moans now filled your room and the entire apartment.

“I-I’m.. cumming.. Sangyeon..”

“Me too, babe—where—do you want me—”

“In..inside... please!”

Immediately, after a few more thrusts, both of you came together. Sangyeon then leans down and buries his face in the crook of your neck, both of you trying your best to catch your breath. When you both finally came down on your high, your boyfriend broke off the silence.

“So, did I somewhat manage to care for you today, princess?”

You turned your head to lock your eyes with him before planting a soft peck on his lips.

“You have done more than care for me, my prince.”

A/N: i will pretend that i did not write this at all goodbye—

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kidrauhlschik · 7 months

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SKZ Rejecting You as Their Soulmate

SKZ Masterlist

Warnings: implied sh, insecurities, angst, lmk if I should add more!

Bang Chan

He was always too rational for that kind of thing.

“How can the world decide who I can or can’t love?” Is a question he would always ask himself. He kept seeing their friends turn 21 and find “the one”, which he always thought it was bullshit.

How can the world carry that much weight and magic? He wasn’t buying it.

It wasn’t until his 21st birthday, that a tattoo presented itself on his arm.

It started off small. It was a music note that he didn’t mind the presence of. He rolled his eyes when he woke up with the mark but didn’t think much of it.

“At least it’s not a rose or a compass.” He mumbled to himself as he went on with his life.

It wasn’t until the tattoos kept on coming, that he started getting annoyed.

The next tattoo was a bat on his sternum.

“Why a bat? That’s so stupid.” He told Lee Know as his friend cuddled up with his partner. Both with many tattoos, all which mirrored each other.

The next one was a dog portrait. He wondered if it was a portrait of your own dog.

He thought of you as selfish. What if he wanted to get tattoos? At this pace, you would cover his skin and your own within the next ten years. He decided that he didn’t like his soulmate at all.

The next tattoo was a semicolon.

He frowned at that. A strange ache in his chest bothered him. Why did he feel that way?

The tattoo after that made him sick to his stomach.

He woke up one day to a Medusa tattoo on his thigh.

He couldn’t fully comprehend his emotions, but at this point the tattoos you were getting told him about who you were as a person.

You like animals, music, and you’ve suffered in way he wished he didn’t know about.

That’s when he decided to get his first tattoo.

He decided to get one on his spine. He wanted to make sure to get one there before you did.

He pondered for a long time as to what he wanted to get, before coming to a decision.

A detailed Japanese dragon tattoo decorated your back on one Sunday afternoon. It was well made. The tattoo made you feel connected to your soulmate. He finally got a tattoo in return! It the first time you felt connected to someone you had never met.

One day, in the Sydnee beach, you had been with your friends.

You were laying on your stomach and coincidentally the perfect stranger walked by at the perfect time.

The colors on your back were hard to miss.

It was harder to ignore that the tattoo running down your spine mirrored his own.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at you, which cause your friends to freak out a little.

When you turned to face the stranger, your eyes immediately went to the Medusa tattoo on his thigh, then you saw the semicolon on his wrist, and then the bat on his sternum.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, before you broke the silence first.

“So, what does the dragon mean to you?”

Lee Know

He never believed in love.

If his own parents couldn’t love him, how can he expect a stranger to give their heart to him?

It all seemed like bullshit to him when his teachers explained that one day he would hear your voice in his head.

“I don’t know but it sounds like schizophrenia to me.” Is why he would tell his friends.

Even after his friends met their significant others, he would not buy a word they would say to him.

Even when your voiced popped up inside his head for the first time, he simply told himself that he was being delusional.

You always had the dumbest thoughts.

“Wait what did I have to do today?”

“Fuck. Did I clean the cat litter?”

“Wait. Did I eat today?”

How could someone be so absent minded?

Your thoughts stressed him out. How can his “soulmate” be so different than him?

He knew that you were absent minded. However, eventually you got more cohesive.

“Why doesn’t he share his thoughts with me?”

“Is my soulmate dead?”

“If you’re out there, please respond.” He never responded.

He couldn’t help but to feel guilty, but he was doing you a favor. Right?

He finally regretted his decision three years later on a Saturday afternoon.

“I do.” Is all that went through your brain as he sat alone in the couch.

“If you’re out there. I wish I could have met you. Maybe we could have been something. This is the last thought I will ever ever share with you. So stranger… have a good life.”

Finally, he decided to share a piece of himself.

“Goodbye.”

Your soulmate rejected you.

The two of you never met.

Changbin

He was in love with someone else. Despite everyone warning him to avoid “love” until his 21st birthday, he fell in love with his Highschool sweetheart. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone more than he loved her.

So when all of the sudden, his gray world burst with color when he met the cashier at the new coffee shop shop in town, he would have preferred to go blind.

He loved someone else, and he hoped his life would remain the way that it already was.

He avoided your coffee shop as much as he could. However, the universe kept on forcing your paths to cross. Every time he made eye contact with you, the colors around him ran brighter.

Whenever he was able to avoid you enough, he began to miss you. The colors that were absent in his life became a drug to him.

It made him feel guilty.

As he would tell his girlfriend about his never ending love, all he could picture is your rosy cheeks. He would always think about the way your hair shined under the sun. His brain would always go back to you.

Luckily for him. You never looked for him either.

It wasn’t until his wedding day. He saw the day in black and white. He was used to the lack of color. Until the ending of his first dance with his wife, he looked up to the flashing camera. Between the flashes, he made eye contact with the photographer and for one last time, color brightened up his world.

The both of you gave each other a bittersweet smile. A silent good bye was exchanged, and that was the last time the two of you saw any color in your lives.

Hyunjin

When he finally met his soulmate, he didn’t feel a spark. He had always been a hopeless romantic. He expected to have his world spin around the second he met with his other half, so when he didn’t feel anything when his eyes met yours, everything seemed like a rouse.

He always admired the red string tied to his pinky. His paintings were inspired by the ever lasting love he would always hope for.

One day, the string tightened. He was at the club, and immediately sobered up.

You were there.

He was finally going to meet you.

So when he found the person at the other end of his string, he felt underwhelmed.

Was this it?

Was this the love of his life?

He expected more.

You were excited nevertheless, so he felt guilty when he would reject your approaches.

One day, you knocked on his door. He knew it was you on the other side, yet, he didn’t want to open the door. Until he heard your cries.

“Hyunjin. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted me to be. You may not feel much for me, but I love you. So if it would make you happier for me to disappear… I just want to make you happy.” With no thoughts in mind, he threw the doors open and pulled your body against his.

He felt your pain. Even thought he didn’t feel a spark, he felt your pain. The pain was raw. It was as if someone had clawed his way to his heart.

He was going to make it work.

He would love you in the same way that you loved him.

Even if he couldn’t feel the love, he knew that the pain was real. He would try his best to learn how to be your soulmate.

Han

He was scared that you would hurt him, the same way he was scared that he would hurt you.

He could hear the music you played on your 21st birthday. You were listening to “How to Save a Life” by The Fray. Which made him assume that you weren’t partying.

That’s what most of your playlists consisted of. Sad songs. Were you trying to send a message?

That made him even more scared.

The both of you were broken souls. How is he supposed to fix someone when he is shattered to pieces himself?

He knew you could hear his music. The both of you were always on the depressing music vibe. To him, it seemed that a tornado and a hurricane were waiting to meet each other. He was terrified.

He was in the train one day and someone was playing music out loud. That kind of thing always annoyed him, but today, he could hear an echo over the speaker.

You were in the train as well.

You could tell that he was there too.

The second the both of you made eye contact, the breath got knocked out of your lungs.

Maybe the both of you could be a sad song together.

Maybe the pain the both of you shared could be made into something more.

Felix

You were his best friend. Since the two of you were five, you both shared your hopes and dreams of meeting your soulmates one day. You guys wanted to have cookouts, or game nights, and you both dreamed of making a big friend group.

You wanted your kids to be friends.

Neither of you ever expected to wake up one day and have the same scars.

It felt violating at first.

He knew of the big scar on your leg from when you jumped out of the trampoline. Now he had the same scar.

You knew of the scar on his hand from climbing a tree when you two were twelve. Now you had the same one.

Then he saw the new scars on his thighs. His legs were littered with fresh scars. You felt shame, and he felt guilt. How did he never realize that his friend was suffering?

You did everything you could to avoid him.

The both of you knew that you were soulmates, but that was a boundary that neither of you ever wanted to cross.

He would call you everyday, and every time, his calls would go to voice mail.

Felix was never supposed to know that side of you.

So when the chance to leave for college came around, you enrolled to the one furthest away.

He hated himself for never seeing your suffering.

You hated yourself for always keeping him in the dark.

You told yourself that you caused enough distrust for a life time. So you decided that a lifetime of punishment is what you deserved.

He didn’t reject you but you rejected your soulmate. Deciding that the damage you had done was enough.

Seungmin

His first soulmate passed away and he didn’t want to replace her.

He only had one love. She was everything to him.

So when her name disappeared off of his wrist and yours replace it, he wanted to die.

How can the world be so cruel? His girlfriend took his heart when she passed. Why is the universe trying to force him to be with someone else?

When he saw your name, he only felt resentment.

There were do many people in the world. Why him?

You weren’t his soulmate. You’re a place holder, and you could never replace the true love of his life.

He would prefer to die alone over looking for you.

Unfortunately, if you reject your soulmate, they would pass away.

But at this point, he doesn’t care.

Why should you get to live, while the love of his life got taken away from him? Call him selfish, but he no longer has any care for anyone.

When your name slowly faded from his wrist, he felt a bit guilty. Yet, he couldn’t help but to see your name and feel anger. He hates you at no fault of your own.

He hates you because the world wanted to erase the love of his life from the universe and he simply refused to let that happen.

He preferred to let you pass away over loving anyone more than he loved his first love.

I.N.

You weren’t who he wanted you to be.

Since he knew what soulmates were, he always had a vision of who he wanted you to be.

So when he felt his hand freeze over when you touched him for the first time, he knew he had found his soulmate.

Much to his dismay.

He felt Minnesota weather as he sat in California.

He begged the universe to be lying to him. He couldn’t believe that you were his soulmate.

You weren’t the person he imagined. Nor were you the person he wanted.

You could sense his disdain as well.

As you would seek his warmth, he would avoid you like no other.

“Jeongin. We could die!” You tried to argue some sense into him as he ran from who was meant to be the love of his life.

You had no choice but the accept his choice.

The two of you had to live your life in eternal cold. Neither of you ever knowing the warmth of your soulmate.

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #kpop imagine #stray kids x reader #bang Chan #lee know #changbin #seungmin #Hyunjin #Felix #Yongbok #Han Jisung #Jeongin #angst #fluff #fanfic #y/n #reaction #ot8

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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Ultraviolet

Bodyguard!Seo Changbin/F!Reader

Summary: Your father assigned him to watch over you. As much as you didn’t like that at first, you develop a crush on him. But is there a chance he feels the same?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, innocent!virgin!reader, jealous!reader, a bit yanderish bin probably, cursing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of food and drinking, dry humping, fingering, praise kink, corruption kink, dumbification, cum eating, implied curvy!reader, reader is taller than Changbin (sorry not sorry), let me know if I forgot anything!

Word count: 5k+

part two | three

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When your father graciously announced to you that he'll assign a bodyguard to watch over you you were angry at first.

Your displeasure didn't last long enough though, only until you were actually introduced to the man who was supposed to babysit you. You thought he'll be like the rest of your father's men - middle aged, all muscles and no brains.

But then you met Seo Changbin and it took all your willpower to keep your annoyed facade at least for a while and with it your dignity.

He's so different from all the men you've ever met before. He's smart, respectful and actually funny and he doesn't hesitate to talk to you even though he always keeps the professional distance, which you'd gladly cross any time. On top of all of that he's sinfully handsome and the dark suit he wears that accentuates his broad shoulders doesn't make it any easier for you. You tried to keep your growing crush on him hidden because you know he doesn't reciprocate your feelings but it's getting harder and harder with every passing day. Especially when he's so damn kind to you.

“So how was your day, Miss Y/L/N?" He asks as soon as you slide into the passenger seat of his black Rover.

At the beginning, he insisted that you’ll sit in the back since it's safer but after you begged and pouted for days he eventually agreed to let you sit next to him, which you are grateful for. It seems less forced, and much more intimate. Like you're friends, not strangers.

"It was good. Just the usual," you reply softly, looking down at your lap and playing with the hem of your pink skirt.

"That's great. Your father won't be home until Sunday. Do you have any plans I should know of?" He teases, making you smile.

He always knows exactly what to say and how to navigate the conversation to keep you entertained. Maybe that's yet another thing that made you fall for him.

"No, not at all," you shake your head.

You're quite unproblematic kid, unlike your friends. You don't like parties, you don't like drinking and you're not fucking around with random guys from your campus.

That's part of the reason you didn't understand why your father ordered Changbin to watch over you. You even asked the boy himself but he gave you a vague response about how your father's business has dangerous sides, apparently not allowed to speak of it further and you didn't ask anymore. You're glad you have Changbin by your side, especially now when your father tends to be away more than at home. You don't feel as lonely with him always present.

"Hm, I see," he murmurs with a smile and you watch as he steers the wheel with one hand, the muscles of his exposed forearm flexing slightly, making your cheeks burn as you advert your gaze, hoping you weren't caught ogling him.

You turn to the window to stare out at the city as it passes in a blur of lights and colors and you unintentionally let out a soft sigh.

"Something troubling you, Miss?" He asks, always the perceptive one, making you stiffen in your seat slightly.

"Uhm- no, not at all," you reply, your eyes briefly meeting his and you hope it didn't give away how flustered you are.

"You're suspiciously quiet today," he notes and you bite on your lower lip, willing yourself to stay sane.

Okay, maybe it has something to do with the fact you're quite stressed lately because of all of your assignments and some little devil inside your brain thought that it might be a good idea to let out some steam by touching yourself to the thought of Changbin fucking you dumb last night only to wake up even more frustrated this morning. On top of all of that, Changbin was the one to drop you off at the campus today instead of your dad like usual since he's away on a business trip and one of your friends caught a glimpse of him so throughout the whole day you had to listen to their teasing until you hesitantly admitted that it's your bodyguard, not your boyfriend, which probably made the matters even worse since now half of your friends group wants to fuck him.

"S-sorry," you murmur.

"Oh, there's no need to be sorry. I was just worried," he states, glancing at you with his soft brown eyes, his words making your heart flutter.

"I just- I just have a lot of it in school so I'm a bit tired," you explain and he hums, giving you a little nod as his eyes stay focused on the road, which gives you an amazing opportunity to admire his handsome profile.

"Well, maybe you should use this weekend for some relaxing," he prompts and you smile.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

And relaxing you do.

That's why Changbin finds you sunbathing on a lounger in a pretty purple bikini the next morning, smoothie in your hand and a bright smile on your lips once you spot him.

He knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't, especially after the warning he got from your father. But Changbin just can't help it but be obsessed with you. You're such a sweet thing, so kind and innocent, the opposite of what he expected when he got this job. You have him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it.

He, of course, knows about your little crush on him, the way you're looking at him isn't exactly subtle, but he knows there's little he can do about it if he doesn't want to lose his job. Your father pays him handsomely for doing little to nothing since you're such a good girl and you don't make any troubles and he really needs the money to support his family. So even if it takes all he has, he's always keeping his hands and thoughts to himself.

Even now he tries to force himself to not gape at your exposed curves, choosing to turn to the crystalline water of the pool instead.

"Hi!" You greet him once he gets within earshot, pushing the purple heart shaped sunglasses from your nose to the top of your head.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N," he states with a smile, his eyes meeting yours and he doesn't miss the little pout that forms on your pretty lips.

"Do you really have to address me so formally even when we are alone?" You ask for what might be a millionth time ever since you two were introduced to each other.

"It's the way it should be," he replies as always and you huff at that, apparently not satisfied with his answer, which makes him smirk.

"But you don't like it either, do you?" You ask, eyes casted down as you play with the straw in your glass.

"What I like or don't like doesn't matter," he states, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

"It matters to me," you say, voice little as you glance up at him.

Changbin sometimes wonders if you're doing this intentionally, if you just enjoy testing his self-control, or if being such a sweetheart is something natural to you. He still wasn't able to decide, not even after all those months he's spent by your side.

"So?" You murmur when there's no reply from him, effectively taking him out of his thoughts and he clears his throat before replying.

"I don't like it either," he admits, eliciting a bright grin from you.

"Why don't we make an agreement then? When it's just the two of us, you can call me Y/N," you offer, looking up at him with your eyes all big and hopeful, making Changbin curse you internally for the effect you have on him.

He hesitates but he knows there's no way he could fight it and so he lets out a defeated sigh.

"Okay," he murmurs and your grin widens, if that's even possible.

"Great," you whisper, apparently satisfied with what you made him do as you lean back in your lounger and take a sip of the smoothie in your hand.

"What are your plans for today then, Y/N?" He asks and you seem to perk up a bit at the way your name rolls off his tongue, making amusement dance over his lips.

"Nothing much. I- I was thinking I'll invite a few friends over later," you state and he raises an eyebrow at that.

He knows your friends well, it's his job as your bodyguard to know the people within your inner circle. He still can't really believe you keep such people so close to yourself when they don't really have anything in common with you. They are so different from you, his sweet good girl. And having them around doesn't really please him, but if it's something that makes you happy, Changbin will endure it.

"That's a good idea," he says softly, making you smile, your eyes shimmering with happiness as they meet his.

And he'd do anything to keep you smiling like that.

"Where is he?" You friend Anna asks as soon as she crosses the threshold of your house, looking around to spot Changbin, Yeji and Lia following right after her and you close the door behind them with a soft sigh, not really prepared to share your handsome bodyguard with anyone else.

"I thought you came to see me," you tease, trying to keep any reproach out of your voice.

The girls turn to you with bright smiles and Yeji immediately wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Of course, we are here because of you. But Anna wouldn't shut up about your hot bodyguard so we are just curious," she states, trying to soothe your worries.

You just hum, giving her a soft smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes before you pull away from her to lead them to the kitchen where you, along with your servant Martha, prepared some snacks earlier.

"So what's his name again?" Lia asks, making you bite on your lower lip.

"Changbin," you murmur, keeping your eyes casted down to not give away how uncomfortable this makes you.

You don't like it. You don't want them to meet him. When Anna proposed the sleepover, you were happy you'll have someone close to you to spend the weekend with when your father's not home but you're starting to realize that this is not what they came for, especially when they are dressed like that - tight miniskirts and revealing tops as if this was some frat party not a friendly sleepover. You know it's because of him and you hate it. Just thinking about them ogling him and flirting with him makes your good mood turn completely sour.

You hate to admit it but all those feelings spring from your insecurities. You are not as brave and confident as your friends, mainly because of your lack of experience. You're shy around boys, not really able to navigate the conversation the way they can. And you somehow feel like these charms of theirs might work on Changbin just fine and you're not ready to lose him like that. Some selfish part of you wants him just to yourself and you're not strong enough to fight that need.

"Wow, you prepared all this for us, Y/N?" Yeji asks, trying to get you to speak and you realize she's probably the only one who sensed your discomfort.

"Uhm- yeah. I- I hope you'll like it. We can- we can take it outside and go for a swim. The water's really good," you offer, hoping to get them out of the house where you know Changbin is right now to avoid any introductions.

"Sure, that sounds great!" Lia agrees with a grin and so you quickly collect the bowls and plates with various snacks while Anna takes the bottle of gin and you all move outside.

When the food is settled on the little table by the pool, you trail back inside to get changed and to your horror you bump into Changbin in the kitchen, the dark haired boy just pouring himself a glass of water before chugging it down. You're glued to the sight, to the little droplets making their way down his strong neck and disappearing underneath the collar of his white shirt. You're so transfixed that you completely forget about the three girls standing behind you, until Lia nudges your side, nodding her head towards him to force you to do something about this.

And so you clear your throat, getting Changbin's attention instantly. He turns to you, putting the empty glass down and licking his lips, making a ghost of warmth run through your tummy, your eyes meeting his shyly.

"Uhm- Changbin I just- I just wanted to introduce you to my friends," you say softly, taking a step aside to allow them to make their way to him around the marble kitchen island.

"This is Lia, Yeji and Anna," you point at the girls one by one and they all shake hands with him while he keeps a polite smile on his lips.

"It's nice to meet you," he states.

"You too! Y/N didn't tell us she has such a handsome man watching over her," Anna says with a smirk, making Changbin chuckle, the interaction making something bubble in your chest, something dangerously close to jealousy.

"Keep an eye on her for us, okay? Our Y/N is way too precious," Lia adds, leaning against the kitchen island, bating her eyelashes at him.

You bite on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood as you look down at your feet, trying to hide your unsettling feelings.

That's why you miss the way Changbin's gaze stays fixed on you, small smirk tugging at his lips as he notices your hands clenched tightly into fists by your sides, making him realize what exactly is going on and he almost hates how much he likes it.

"You can bet, Miss. But if you'd please excuse me now, I have to go check the security system," he states, his voice drawing your eyes to his face and the smile he gives you makes your heart melt.

"Stop by the pool later!" Anna calls after his retreating figure while Lia starts giggling. Yeji just rolls her eyes at their antics before turning to you, only to find suspiciously sweet smile on your lips.

"Damn. He's something else. Not only he's hot but he called me miss. I could get used to that," Lia teases, making Yeji chuckle.

"You better stop or you'll make a puddle on the floor," she nudges Lia's side, making your lips twitch in amusement.

You're glad Yeji's here and that she's the only one apparently not simping for your bodyguard.

"She's right though! I mean he could be a bit taller but those arms of his? Yummy," Anna states before letting out a giggle, making you bite on the inner side of your lower lip.

Even though Changbin's smile, the one reserved only for you, gave you a bit of reassurance, their comments still make you uncomfortable. But you know you're in no place to tell them to stop. This shouldn't normally bother you, right? He's just your bodyguard, not your boyfriend after all. Besides, if they found out about your feelings for him, you're sure you'd never hear the end of it. So you just have to clench your jaw and bear it for as long as you'll have to.

"Let's get changed," you state, avoiding the conversation about Changbin as delicately as you can and to your delight they comply and so you split. You let girls take the bathrooms downstairs while you head to your room to get changed there.

You pick the same purple bikini from today's morning and strip of your blue summer dress before you head to your little en suite bathroom to put them on. Just as you close the door behind yourself, there's a playful knock coming from your bedroom.

"Come in! I'm in the bathroom!" You announce, expecting one of the girls to storm in for whatever reason, already smiling to yourself at the thought but instead you hear quiet creak of the door as they open and close and then a few gentle steps, which surprises you.

"Yeji? Is that you?" You call out, thinking that your friend is maybe trying to prank you and so you drop your bikini before heading to the door.

"It's not fun-"

You freeze in the middle of the sentence just as you shove the door open only to find Changbin standing there, hand stretched out in the air as if he wanted to grab the handle.

You realize you're standing in front of him just in your matching pink lingerie and you quickly try to cover yourself with your hands.

"W-What are you doing here?" You ask, embarrassment turning your cheeks extremely hot as you find yourself still under his watch, his eyes never leaving you, your body.

You suddenly come to the realization that unlike you, he's not flustered at all, his expression stoic as he watches you squirm in front of him.

"What am I doing here?" He asks, taking a step towards you, making you back off in panic, your back hitting the door of the bathroom and simultaneously closing them with a quiet thud, allowing him to get rid of the little gap between your bodies, your breath hitching in your throat at the proximity as you find yourself pressed against the door, cornered like a little rabbit.

"I came because of you, darling. Your friends are already waiting for you downstairs. I think Anna and Lia really like me," he states, smirk tugging on his lips as he notices how your eyes widen at his words.

"I- I need to change," you stutter out, not sure where he's headed with this, not used to this side of Changbin. He's always kind and respectful, always keeping his distance, never ever approaching you like this. What changed?

He hums at your words, apparently amused by your flustered state before his hands reach out to you, resting upon your trembling shoulders, making you stiffen.

"I know you don't like that. You want me all to yourself, don't you?" He asks and you gasp at his words.

"N-no! That's not- that's not true," you shake your head vehemently, making Changbin tsk at you.

"Good girls don't lie, sweetheart," he points out, making your eyes widen. How come he knows?

"Should I send your friends away? Tell them you're not feeling good?" He asks, one hand traveling from your shoulder to your cheek, tracing the curve of your neck along the way, sending shivers down your spine.

"N-no, I-," you try to explain yourself but the words die down on your tongue once Changbin leans closer to you, the overwhelming scent of his cologne invading your lungs, making your chest tingle. Your gaze involuntarily switches between his pretty brown eyes and his plush pink lips, the sudden need to find out what they taste like surprising you. Changbin, however, seems to know precisely what's on your mind because he tilts your head to the side before he closes the distance between you completely, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss.

You feel like your head is spinning, your whole body stiffening under his as you fight your racing mind to calm it down, the fear of ruining something with your inexperience flooding your every thought and so you quickly pull away from his tender touch, even though it's the last thing you want to do.

Changbin seems surprised, looking up at you with his eyebrows slightly curved, questioning your actions.

"I-I'm sorry! I don't know- I've never-."

You wish the ground would swallow you whole, the shame you feel getting a bit too much to bear.

Luckily for you, Changbin knows exactly what to do.

"Shh, darling. It's okay. It's okay, I promise," he repeats again and again, running his thumb over your cheek until your eyes shyly meet his again, the fear mirroring in them slowly dissipating.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I wouldn't make such step otherwise," he states and you quickly shake your head.

"No, it's okay. I mean- I want it. I just- I just might need a bit of guidance," you murmur and Changbin thinks you might be the cutest girl he's ever met. No, he's sure of it.

"Hm, is that so?" He asks, small smirk playing on his lips and you give him a firm nod.

"I'll teach you then, baby. I'll teach you everything," he promises.

He tilts you head again for better access before he slowly closes the gap between your lips, kissing you just as gently as before, waiting for you to catch up on his movements.

You rest your hands on his broad shoulders for support while he sneaks an arm around your waist to pull you closer, making you melt in his arms.

You soon realize how to move your lips against his to avoid clashing teeth and you grow a bit hungrier, pressing yourself against Changbin's muscular frame more prominently, begging for some further stimulation.

Changbin breaks the kiss with a chuckle before he buries his face in the crook of your neck, showering your burning skin with bruising kisses.

"Look at you, darling. So eager for my touch," he murmurs, making you let out a small noise of disagreement before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting you gently, making you whine out his name, which only amuses him more.

"You have to keep quiet, baby. Or do you want your friends to hear us?" He taunts and you shake your head no, biting on your lower lip to stifle any other sounds.

He keeps peppering your skin with kisses and nibbles, turning you into a puddle in his arms, your head tilted back to allow him more access as your fingers tug on his dark hair, spurring him on.

You feel the heavy warmth of arousal pool in your lower belly, filling your mind with the same want that's been tormenting you for a while, the need to let him devour you.

"B-Binnie, please," you whimper arching your back into him, making him let out a soft grunt.

You can feel his erection rub against your thigh, a sign that he wants you, needs you, just as much as you need him.

"What do you want, baby?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear before sucking a soft mark right underneath it, forcing you to hold back a whine.

"Y-you. I want you, Binnie," you let out, cupping both of his cheeks to bring his lips to yours, the taste of him on your tongue getting way too addictive.

He grunts against you, your actions surprising him, but he soon catches up with you, his hand running to the back of your thigh so he can hike it up, wrapping it around his waist, allowing him access to your dripping core. He immediately starts rocking his hips against yours, making you break the kiss with a moan as your head falls against his shoulder.

"Does it feel good, darling?" He asks and all you're able to do is nod, the delicious friction of his clothed cock against your sensitive clit turning you into a hot mess.

"B-Binnie," you whine softly, grasping on his shoulders, bunching up his white shirt in your hands as if that could save you.

"M-more," you whisper, knowing that even though this feels amazing, it's not enough to make you cum.

Your pleads amuse Changbin.

He dreamed so much of having you like this, all to his mercy, his to ruin, his to break and now he has you and it's better than he ever anticipated. He didn't know it would be so easy to get you so cock-drunk but here he is, with you on the palm of his hand, begging him for more. And that's exactly what he's about to give you.

"More?" He taunts and you hum in reply, biting on your lower lip tighter as he grinds his hips into yours harder, making you squeeze your eyes shut.

"What exactly do you want, darling?" He asks, pulling your head from his shoulder gently to force you to look at him.

Your pupils are blown out, your lower lip puffy from how hard you've been biting on it, your eyelashes fluttering with every roll of his cock against your tender pussy, the sight alone making him groan out your name, his cock twitching in his pants.

"I- I want- f-fingers," you sigh out, sinking your nails into his back as you buckle your hips into his.

"Anything for you, my good girl," he murmurs, planting a kiss to your temple before he lets your head loll forward to rest on his shoulder again.

You whine at the small praise, delighted to be called his, which makes Changbin smile softly as he sucks another mark to your exposed shoulder.

He slowly runs his fingers over your side and down over your tummy to the hem of your cute pink panties, tugging on the waistband and letting it hit your skin, making you whimper.

"My sweet baby. You always wear such pretty lingerie?" He asks, his voice low as he strokes the skin of your soft thigh, the one that's wrapped around his strong waist.

"Y-yes. F-for you," you murmur into his neck, making him grunt a curse.

"Good girl," he states, before he slides his fingers into your panties.

You're so fucking wet that Changbin fails to suppress the groan that leaves him as he runs his digits over your slippery folds, making your breath hitch in your throat, your lower belly clenching.

"B-Binnie, please," you whine and he tuts at you, pressing a kiss to the mark he left on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna take care of you," he mumbles, sliding his fingers between your folds, making you gasp.

He spreads your slick all the way to your puffy clit, pressing two fingers against it and he starts drawing lazy circles that make your eyes roll back into your skull as a whimper of his name leaves your lips. You struggle to support yourself while only standing on one leg and you're sure that if Changbin wasn't sinking his fingers into your thigh to hold you up, you'd already be sinking to the ground because of how weak your knees got with his ministrations.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, picking up a bit quicker pace that turns your body into mush.

You moan, nodding your head softly as you claw on his shoulders, the knot in your abdomen slowly tightening as a promise of an orgasm that sends shivers of excitement through your entire body.

"No, I need words, darling. Tell me what you like," he insist, not stopping his ministrations for a second, which makes your mind even more hazy.

"I- I- Binnie," you whine, slowly rolling your hips against him to chase the building pleasure, making Changbin chuckle.

His sweet girl is turning all dumb on him, isn't she?

"What, darling? Are you gonna cum?" He asks, quickening his movements, making your head fall back, your lips parting in bliss as you still cling to him for dear life.

"In-inside. I wanna- wanna feel y-you," you manage to put together, your voice breathy and high as your body trembles with pleasure.

"Shit, darling. You want me to finger you?" He asks, glancing at you for confirmation and when you nod vigorously, he slides his fingers from your pulsating clit to your wet hole, not hesitating a second before he pushes one finger inside. He curls it against your warm walls, while he keeps rolling your clit underneath his thumb. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, making you already feel full as your pussy clenches on him.

"Fuck- have anyone ever touched you here?" He asks, panting at how much he's trying to stop himself from rubbing his cock against your thigh but you're so freaking soft and warm and tight, making him painfully hard.

"N-no! Just- just me," you admit, arching your back as he strokes especially good spot inside of you, making you moan.

"God- Such a good girl," he praises, attaching his lips to the crook of your neck to add more marks to those that already paint your skin.

"B-Binnie," you whimper, thrusting your hips against his hand, making him grunt.

He slips another finger inside of you, stretching you out, making you whine, your pussy griping him, eliciting a curse from his lips.

“That’s it, baby, take it,” he mumbles as he starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, making your thighs tremble, your toes curling as the pleasure in your lower belly bubbles, ready to burst.

“I- I’m close, Bin,” you whisper, arching your back into him as he keeps abusing that sweet spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

“Will you come for me, darling?” He asks, his heavy hot breath dancing over your collarbone and you nod with a hum, sinking your fingers into his soft hair.

All it takes are a few more strokes and you’re coming on his fingers, your pussy clamping down on him as you ride out your high, head leaned back and lips parted as you chant his name.

He watches you with adoration, trying to imprint the sight of you trembling in pleasure into his memory to keep it there forever.

He only stops once you whimper in over-sensitivity, pushing his hand away softly and so he takes his fingers out of you before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, all while keeping an eye contact with you, your eyes widening at his actions.

“So sweet, baby,” he hums in appreciation, giving you a bright smile before leaning closer to kiss you softly.

You’re still on cloud nine, your mind in mist and your body flooded with endorphins, making you pliant in his arms. You reciprocate the kiss gently, still clinging to him for support even as he leads your leg back to meet the ground.

When he pulls away, you look at him with tender eyes, biting on your lower lip shyly as the reality of what just occurred finally dawns on you.

“I-,” you find your voice, about to address the whole thing when you’re cut off by calling of your name coming from the staircase.

“Y/N! Are you ready?”

You stiffen, your eyes widening as you realize the girls are still here, waiting for you.

“Just- Just a second!” You reply, your widened eyes meeting Changbin’s and he chuckles.

“Your girlfriends need you,” he teases.

“But- but what about you?” You ask, dropping your eyes to his cock that still strains through his pants.

“I’ll take care of it, baby. You have to get ready,” he states before closing the gap between you again and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You watch him as he pulls away and heads to the door, still quite shocked because of all that happened, the sudden change of dynamics palpable in the air.

But then he stops in the doorway and looks back at you with a soft smile and you know you would do it again anytime.

And maybe you will.

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A/N: Hey! I’m so happy to be back with another fic! Thank you for all the love you’re showing to my writing, I’m truly grateful 💗 I hope you’ll like this piece as well. I was kinda thinking I might make it into series if you guys would like that so let me know! Have a great day!

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Employee Swim Day

Jack sighed as he adjusted his goggles and prepared for his morning swim. As co-captain on the swim team, he always did his best to stick to his strict routine, even if it was early on a Sunday. But he had other motivations too. His bros were giving him shit for choosing to study over partying the night prior, and his girlfriend wasn’t happy that he wasn’t spending time with her. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy those things, but right now he needed to focus on his grades and studying. But with all the added stress, he knew he could count on a nice swim to calm his nerves. Well at least he thought he could. Arriving at the pool earlier, he saw a sign reading “Employee Swim: Students Not Permitted”. Usually he wasn’t one to break the rules, but today felt like an exception. And despite the glares of a few employees, Jack was feeling good.

“It’s a big pool.” Jack mumbled to himself, “They have enough room.”

Without another thought, he expertly dove into the pool and started his laps. He pushed himself hard, relishing in the feeling of being in the water. After another lap, he pushed himself out of the water and sat at the edge of the pool to catch his breath and remove his goggles.

“Just a quick breather.” He thought, “Then I’ll get back into it.”

“Hey kid, you an employee here?” Jack jumped at the commanding voice and turned to face the man.

“Oh uh...” Jack started. He expected someone might make a comment, but he was truly taken aback by the man in front of him. Saying the man was large was an understatement. He was clearly muscular, although his muscles were covered in a thick layer of fat, causing his pecs and gut to jut out. His arms and shoulders were similarly massive. But what got Jack the most was how hairy he was. As a swimmer, he had always been careful to keep clean shaven, something this man cared little for. The only place Jack could see that wasn’t covered in hair was the man’s bald head. Even his face was adorned with a salt and pepper beard, indicating to Jack the man must be a few decades older than him.

“I haven’t seen ya around kid, the names Phil.” Phil said extending a hand to Jack. Jack couldn’t explain it, but in front of this man, he felt small. Not just physically either, even though the man towered over him. His presence radiated authority.

“Oh, I’m Jack.” He said, shaking the other man’s hand. Jack couldn’t help but wonder if this man really thought he was an employee? Was he stupid or something? Jack cleared his throat, “Uhh and yeah, I’m a student. Just wanted to get a swim in.” Jack mentally kicked himself, why did he sound so unassertive? It wasn’t like him.

Phil raised a thick eyebrow, “That’s what I figured kid. You know its employee swim day, right? Ya know, for employees to relax poolside after stressing over cleaning up after you kids. Me and the guys are gonna kindly ask that you leave.”

Jack was uneasy, “Look just a few more laps and I’ll get going.” He said, trying to muster some confidence, “I pay tuition here and with finals and everything else going on, you don’t need to tell me about stress.” Phil smiled, “Besides, I’m not taking up that much of the pool.”

Phil shrugged, “Alrighty boy, suit yourself.” The larger man gave Jack a firm pat on the back, and walked back over toward a group of guys. Jack couldn’t help but notice that this group were all nearly as big and hairy as Phil. The larger man sat down next to his buddies and said something, causing a few of the guys to laugh.

“Whatever.” Jack thought, placing his goggles back on, “Bunch of assholes.”

And with that, Jack dove back into the pool and started another lap. However, as he approached the other end of the pool, Jack couldn’t help but feel a little more out of breath. He stopped at the end of the pool and took a few deep breath.

“Must be from pushing myself earlier.” Jack thought. He brushed a hand through his hair, not noticing that as he did, clumps of it were washed away, leaving his hair shorter with a few bald patches.

With another deep breath, he started his lap across the pool. As he swam though, he felt a strange itchiness course across his skin. It started in his chest, but quickly moved down his toned stomach and seemed to then reach around and spread throughout his back. At first it was uncomfortable and he nearly stopped midway across, but as he continued to swim, the itching and tingling seemed to improve. Unknown to him, tiny hairs had begun erupting across his chest, back, shoulders, stomach, and armpits. His arms and legs were not spared either as more and more hair grew from his previously well shaven skin. And while the hairs continued to lengthen and thicken as he swam to the other end of the pool, the remaining hair on his head fell away, leaving him completely bald. He remained unaware as he reached the edge of the pool- the changes seemingly stopping.

“What the hell?” Jack breathed, exhausted. To make matters worse, he felt a dull throbbing pain across his forehead, “Damn headache.” He mumbled. He removed his goggles and threw them on the pool edge, “New goggles suck.”

“C’mon Jack, ya look like shit out there!” Phil’s voice boomed across the pool, causing a few of the guys next to him to snicker.

“Fuck you.” Jack whispered to himself, not even glancing over at them. He was going to do his best to ignore those assholes.

With that, he started another lap across the pool. As he did, the lengthened until a thick pelt covered the previously hairless swimmer. At the same time, hairs pushed out around his chin and upper lip, forming into a goatee. But the biggest changes occurred when he was halfway across the pool. Fat began to accumulate on his previously toned body. His flat pecs pushed out with fat and muscle, while his toned arms thickened with fat. His legs and ass were not spared, and the accumulating fat caused his speedo to strain before ripping completely. As he got closer to the edge of the pool, his once tight abdominal muscles became covered in a thick layer of fat, which continued to push further out into a solid beer gut. His face filled with extra fat, becoming somewhat rounder. But by the time he did reach the edge, Jack was feeling exhausted. What was worse though was the headache that pierced through his skull. He was barely able to concentrate on anything.

“Just one more lap.” He said to himself, “Just gotta grab my goggles, go home, and sleep this shit off.” Jack winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded deeper and more gravely compared to his usually youthful tenor. He tried to clear his throat, “Maybe I’m coming down with something.” He whispered to himself. Between the headache and his voice, it made sense to him.

With that, he started his next lap, although he felt slower and heavier. With each stroke, Jack felt even more off and his form began to suffer. He felt more tired, but not in a way he could associate with a good workout. As this new feeling grew, his body began to lose its youthfulness. The thick hairs across his body began to lighten, with patches of gray poking through. Wrinkles formed on his skin, while his complexion began to change. His arms and legs darkened, while his upper arms, chest, and abdomen lightened until he had a solid farmer’s tan. At the midway point, his changes continued as his muscles began to atrophy with age, and his layers of fat started to lose its firmness and sag. As he neared the edge of the pool, it was like his body stopped responding to him. His technique became flailing of his arms and legs. He was panicking and just as he thought he was about to go under, he felt a pair of strong hands lift him out of the water and onto the edge of the pool.

“Damn, you really had us going there for a sec, Greg.” Phil chuckled, as he too pulled himself out of the pool.

Jack was coughing, “What the fuck? Greg?” He said between coughs, “My name is...”

“Greg” Phil said cutting him off, “Fuck did you take in too much water? Screwed with your head?” Phil laughed, “Also I think ya lost something out there.” He said nodding towards the torn speedo floating in the water.

Jack’s eyes widened and he immediately looked down, “What the fuck?!” He shouted, taken aback by the large gut that protruded from his once toned abdomen. He quickly covered himself with one hand and grabbing a handful of his hairy, fat stomach, “Wha... what happened to me?” He immediately shoved Phil away and moved as quickly as he could to the locker room, his hairy fat ass jiggling with each step. He did his best to ignore the laughter of Phil’s buddies as he passed by them. Phil just smirked, nodded at his buddies, and followed Jack into the locker room.

Once in the locker room, Jack continued to take deep breaths. He looked around in panic, and moved towards the nearest mirror. When he finally was able to get a good glimpse at himself, his heart sank. Gone was his toned swimmer’s body and youthful appearance. He rubbed a hand through his flabby chest hair and patted his bald head, recoiling at the unfamiliar sensation. This couldn’t be real, whatever this was it had to be an illusion or a prank.

“Well Greg, what do we have here?” Jack’s eyes widened and he turned to face Phil, who wore a smug grin across his bearded face.

“You did this to me!” Jack shouted. But just as he was about to continue yelling at the still larger man, his piercing headache intensified.

“Well I guess you’re somewhat smart.” Phil chuckled, “I did warn you it was employee’s swim day, and since you wanted to swim so badly, I made you one of my employees.” Jack continued to grip his head in pain, barely registering the words, “Although, I still have some shit to get done today. I’m really enjoying my time here, so I’m sure you can handle our workload.”

Jack groaned, “Please... just stop this.” He said collapsing to his knees, continuing to grip his head, “My name... I’m not Greg.”

Phil smirked, “Ah don’t worry. Besides no more stressing about school or stupid relationships.” Jack looked up at him. How did he know? Who was this guy? Phil shrugged, “Mind reader, but no need to concern yourself with that, right Greg?”

“Greg...” Jack whispered, the headache improving only slightly, “But my name is...” What was his name? The more he tried to think of it, the more the headache intensified.

“Greg, you’ve been working for me for the last 25 years.” Phil said walking up to Jack, “You know that, right Greg?” He said forcefully and once again Jack felt weak in the presence of such an authoritative figure, and with the forcefulness of the large man’s tone, the name “Greg” seeped into his brain. He could hear a voice radiating from within his mind, prodding him to accept this new name. Jack gripped his head tighter. Would it really be that bad to be called Greg? Did it really matter what his name was? Besides, as the name Greg reverberated through his head, it just seemed right. As he accepted the voice and what it was telling him, the searing pain of his headache improved. In fact, a euphoric feeling washed through him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It felt right to him. If Phil wanted him to be Greg, he would be Greg.

“Yeah... Greg, sounds right.” Greg replied. He seemed content with his name, but old memories from what felt like a lifetime ago forced themselves to the surface of his mind, “But... no, what about college? And finals? And my girlfriend?” He said gripping his head again as the headache intensified.

Phil shook his head, “You work at the college Greg. You’re in maintenance.” He chuckled, “Ya know you’re such a dumbass, how could you forget you’ve been working the same damn job for the past 25 years?” Greg gripped his head even tighter as the pain intensified, “And a girlfriend? Really Greg? All the guys know you’re a total cock sucking moron. One of the reasons we keep ya around.”

Greg felt the headache worsen again. He could’ve sworn he was smart- studying all the time, getting good grades, actually attending college and not working at it. But as he tried to resist those thoughts, the headache seemed to worsen. Maybe he was mistaken? Just that thought alone sent a small wave of euphoria, that caused his body to shake in pleasure. It was at this point he realized that accepting these facts would bring relief. And so, his resistance faded. It was true, he never dreamed about going to college, instead dropping out as quickly as he could from high school. He instead spent his time drinking beers, looking for jobs, and sucking cock. Finals? A girlfriend? Why would he even care about those. He worked as a groundskeeper for decades, doing everything he could to help his coworkers out. He took extra shifts and would help his coworkers relax in the breakroom. Memories of sucking off Phil and his other buddy’s cocks flooded his mind as he developed his new skillset. At last, the pain in his head was replaced by that same euphoric feeling that only served to reinforce his new reality. Even the remnants of Jack that tried to protest felt comforted by his new reality- no more stress, just relaxing, being happy, and making others happy. As such, his eyes dulled as his IQ plummeted and years of schooling evaporated from his mind. A stupid grin formed on his face he resigned himself to being a “cock sucking moron” as Phil had put it.

“Huh yeah not the smartest tool in the shed, that’s for darn sure.” Greg mumbled as the headache dissipated, “Goddamn, well what am I doin’ in here? Ain’t it swim day or somethin’?”

Phil shook his head, “Always cracking jokes. Did you see yourself out there? You couldn’t swim to save your life!” Phil chuckled, “I’ll admit, we gave you a chance today, but if I didn’t save you, you’d be in big trouble.” The large man chuckled.

“But... but I love to swim.” Greg replied, feeling the headache worsen again. The remnants of Jack in this case wanted to resist this. If there was anything that made him who he was, it was his passion for swimming. But the headache seemed to become even worse this time, pounding from deep within his head. New memories of taking extra work on swim day filled his mind. It was okay though, afterwards the guys would buy him some beers and he’d spend time drinking with them. He couldn’t really enjoy swim day anyway- given he wasn’t much of a swimmer. With those thoughts, he could feel his passion for swimming being replaced with a passion for drinking and hard work. Yeah he might’ve been the dumbest of them all, but he was the hardest working employee. And so when swim day would come around, he would do their work. Besides, it wasn’t like he could swim anyway, right?

“Can’t swim...” Greg mumbled, the voice again booming from inside his brain, “Can’t swim...” he repeated. At this point the headache nearly dissipated and again replaced with euphoria as he accepted Phil’s words. Of course he took all their work on swim day! He was a good employee after all, and it wasn’t like he’d enjoy swim day anyway, “Can’t swim to save me life. Never learned how to.”

Phil smirked, “Well damn buddy, what’re ya still doing here? I got a whole list of things you need to get done. And put some clothes on. Told ya it was stupid to try and wear a speedo.”

Greg nodded, “Yes boss, don’t you worry! Ya’ll enjoy the day, I’ve got ya covered.” He smirked as he eyed his shirtless boss, and his eyes traveled down to Phil’s crotch.

“Nah eyes up here, Greg. I’ll give you a taste later, but only if you’ve done a good job.” Phil replied with a grin.

And so Greg, now feeling extra motivated, pulled on a pair of shorts and a ball cap, both of which Phil had on hand. He quickly left to start his long list of tasks for the day- taking care of the grounds, ensuring work orders were completed, and most importantly to him, making his boss proud. Yeah it was stressful at times, and the guys always made him pick up extra work, but all Greg wanted to do was be the best darn employee he could be.

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #age progression #mental change

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gimmeurtmi · 7 months

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Hi hi!

2 of my biases are in Virgoracha so I was pretty excited for it!

What about “you can hold my hand, if you want.” With hanji? Maybe f2l?

And my fav seungmin is him in the 5-star trailer 😭😭 forehead seungmin is🫠🫠

you're so right for the seungmin look omg why is his forehead so attractive. anyway this is a fluffy candy cloud i hope you like it!!

jisung was always your friend and you always thought it was going to stay that way. since the two of you got along so well, and you never fought, you understood each other's humour, and it helped that your mutual friends were so close, too.

being friends with a big group like that meant all of you got together often, not always in the same numbers, but at least every sunday there was a group meeting and whoever was free that weekend would join.

it was surprising then when changbin called the group together to an arcade and no one came besides you and jisung. it wasn't awkward, not at all, but you kept wondering where everyone else was.

and one small part of you was sure this was all one of changbin's stupid plans. it's been a few weeks since the last time he teased you about it, but changbin was under the wild impression that you were crushing on jisung.

which was absolutely crazy, by the way. you definitely didn't have a crush on one of your best friends. crazy.

"this was fun," you say as you walk out of the arcade. you only left after the teenager in charge of the place told you they were closing. until then you haven't even noticed it's been more than four hours since you got there.

you and jisung played on every game at least twice, and you stood in front of the basketball trying to win yourself a plushie for over an hour. you didn't manage to get enough tickets for the plushie you wanted, but jisung pooled all of his with yours.

it still wasn't enough--since you were too ambitious and wanted the huge panda bear at the very top that cost over five thousand tickets. instead, you managed to get a small (but very fluffy) ladybug with all your tickets combined. there was enough left over for jisung to pick a prize too, and he settled for a stress ball that squeaked every time he crushed it in his hand.

with your prizes in hand, you started walking back home. you walked past a food truck, and considering the pair of you were too immersed in the arcade to stop for dinner--you were starving.

jisung knew what you'd pick before you even saw the options, and so he quickly ordered the food for you and told you to find a spot to sit. there were a few picnic benches around, and so you quickly took a seat at one and sat your ladybug next to you.

a few moments later the smell of fried food engulfed you, as jisung placed your portion in front of you. "they both came with drinks but he only had coke."

"you won't be thirsty?" you asked, as jisung placed both cans in front of you. he didn't like coke that much, and you loved it, so he'd always give you most of his if he had to order it.

"i'll be fine," he smiled softly at you.

you ate mostly in silence, people watching and pointing out the birds flirting at the other side of the road. you sneaked a glance over at jisung, smiling as he filled his cheeks with food. he was so endearing when he ate and a thought entered your brain--that you hope he always eats well. you'd feed him forever if he needed you to.

you coughed lightly, snapping yourself out of such thoughts quickly. you couldn't let seo changbin be right. not today.

after the pair of you finished eating, jisung grabbed all the rubbish around you and grabbed your ladybug as he urged you to get up. you quickly snatched the toy back from him, claiming he couldn't make it parentless so soon.

"but i'm his dad, too!" he claimed, absolute shock on his face. "i helped you adopt him!"

"shut up," you mumbled, bumping your shoulder against him.

you kept walking in silence, jisung skillfully leading the way back to your house. it was a few streets away from your destination that he softly said, "i'm glad no one else was there, tonight."

"yeah?" you look at him.

he smiled softly, nodding. "i like spending time just us. and tonight was a fun date."

his eyes widen slightly when he realises the word he used, blinking as he looks for your reaction.

"it wasn't a date," you say, bravely.

jisung nods quickly, "oh, yeah, i didn't--"

"--if it was a date, we'd be holding hands."

jisung blushes slightly, taking his hand out of his jacket and letting it limp loosely by his body. "we can. you can hold my hand, if you want."

you reach out for his hand, lacing your fingers together. a small squeak leaves him, before you quickly realise it's his stress ball he clenched too tightly. the pair of you giggle at each other.

"so, is this a date, then?"

"it can be a date, if you want," you smile. jisung squeezes your hand while the ball squeaks again.

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soulls-at-505 · 10 months

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PAIRING: Alex Turner x Pregnant!Y/n

REQUESTED: no

WARNINGS: language, pregnant yn, reader breakers down, paparazzi

SUMMARY: Alex takes his pregnant girlfriend to a dessert cafe

A/N: tried to make it gender neutral but reader has the ability to have kids so, italics is a flash back, as always. also it’s short and kinda shite but oh well i want to post more

“Are ya sure you’re alright love?” Alex muttered to me quietly as he wrapped his arm around my waist, his warm hand resting on my stomach.

“I’m sure baby.” I assured him, smiling. It was a quiet Sunday, a cool breeze coming through the thin clouds, hiding a beautiful blue sky. It was still fairly early and so we were undisturbed, luckily.

“Y/n you can’t just go out like that! It was so busy in town, you could’ve gotten hurt! We talked about this love, with our tour over, the press want gossip. They’ll want to catch you in public eye, so for gods sake, stay here until I can come with you!” your boyfriend said with a pinch of his nose bridge. I hated to admit, but I kind of agreed. Today was just so stressful. I just wanted to get a new pyjama set, but I got caught by nosey paparazzi, blocking my car into the car park. Then, I left my keys at home, so Al had to come home early to let me in. “I’m sorry Al..” I tried to say, but my emotions got the best of me, and I broke down crying in his arms. I felt his warm hand rubbing my back, soft whispers of

“Shh, it’s okay love” and

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice, I’m so sorry baby”

filled my ears. At least I had Alex to confide with.

He looked so perfect. Soft brown hair, gentle eyes, handsome jawline, picture perfect nose, comforting arms. Just so perfect. I was so lucky to have him. I must have been staring for a second too long, as he glanced over and chuckled to himself.

“Like what you see?”

“Of course I do you muppet I wouldn’t be carrying your baby otherwise.” I commented back, smirking wittily.

”After you, love.” He said softly, opening the pale pink door of the cafe. The interior was something about of a romcom. Beautifully decorated walls, fairy lights littering the ceiling, and a sparkling clean countertop, filled with brownies, cakes, cookies and more. Just the sight gave me diabetes. But if baby craves cake, then we’ll get cake. We sat in the corner, on a small table, and we each picked out a small treat each. The radio buzzed quietly in the background, but me and Al weren’t listening, too busy chatting to pay attention to anything else. Gentle taps from our baby would arise every so often, clearly hinting that the food was wanted. During the pregnancy, I’d developed an insanely sweet tooth. I’m surprised Alex can even eat cookies anymore with the amount I’ve ordered. Nonetheless, as long as I was happy, he was happy.

The food arrived not long after, and I could not wait to eat it. Al thought it was hilarious that I ate too fast and got hiccups, but it wasn’t my fault the baby wanted it.

“Excuses, excuses.” he laughed, placing his hand on my thigh. To which I responded with my middle finger.

The peacefulness of the cafe combined with the love me and Al had for each other, and our growing baby, kept me happy for the day, and brought a tear to my eye. Bloody hormones. Al was quick to comfort me, though. And with him in my life, that was all that mattered.

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m-writes-stories · 4 months

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The KC Couple - Part 8

Warnings: medical talk, talk of pre-term labor

Word Count: 713 words

A/N: I'm posting again??? I finally have motivation to work on this story. So enjoy!!!

Interviewer: So we heard that you weren’t going to the game on Sunday. What happened?

Y/N: Yeah, with the news from last week about my unpredictable blood pressure and the fact that Baby Kelce is underweight, it's been a stressful time. Travis and I had a conversation about the best plan for this week, and we decided it would be best if I stayed home for the game. Usually, I get pretty worked up at games. I grew up watching football, especially watching Travis, so I can feel the tension, and it tends to get me anxious. We also heard that the stadium is sold out, which factored into the decision.

Travis: We're doing whatever it takes to keep her blood pressure in check. Even though we know she'll still be stressed watching the game at home, at least she can relax and lie down. With Baby Kelce being undersized, we're taking extra precautions to help them reach a healthier size and weight. It will take some time, but we're doing everything we can.

Interviewer: With Baby Kelce being undersized, is there a risk of early/preterm labor?

Y/N: There's always a risk of preterm labor with any pregnancy, but with Baby K being undersized, the risk is slightly higher. We're taking the necessary precautions, and our doctor is keeping a close eye on both of us. As we get closer to the due date, if we happen to be in the Super Bowl, we'll take even more significant precautions. For now, we're hoping to reach the due date.

Interviewer: Now, let's get back to the topic of tomorrow's game. What does a normal home game look like for you?

Y/N: A typical home game day involves Travis needing to arrive at Arrowhead about 3 hours before kickoff, though he usually gets there about 4 hours in advance.

Travis: I'll get there around 11:30 AM. I start with a shorter workout that lasts about half an hour. Then, I do a pregame interview, which usually takes an hour. After that, I head out to the parking lot to call Y/N. Then, I embark on the familiar walk to the stadium that everyone sees on game day. We go through warm-ups, not yet dressed in uniform, which takes about an hour. After that, it's back to the locker room to get dressed before heading out.

Y/N: I aim to arrive at the stadium about an hour and a half before kickoff. I go straight to our suite to drop off my belongings, grab some food, and relax. Once Travis and the team head back to the locker room to prepare, I make my way down to the field to give him a pre-game kiss. I typically stay on the field until after kickoff and then head back up to the suite to watch the game.

Interviewer: What's your favorite part about attending games, both at home and away?

Y/N: Home games are fantastic because of the massive crowd. Kansas City fans are a blast. They dress up with incredible enthusiasm, they bring so much energy to the stadium, and it adds to the excitement of the game day experience.

Interviewer: Would you say the fans add to the atmosphere of the game?

Travis: I would say as a player I love hearing the fans get super excited. If there is a bad call you can 100% guarantee that the fans are going to be mad. And I would say around the league but especially with Chiefs fans, they are vocal. They are yelling booing. It’s kind of ridiculous but I love it.

Interviewer: What do you expect out of this season?

Travis: Honestly, nothing special. I’m gonna go out and play like I normally do. I hope we go to the playoffs but you never know what is going to happen. I hope we go to the super bowl but we never know. I can’t control what 100% happens. I am hoping my knee stays ok. I feel good right now. Hoping that it stays that way but we never know.

A Few Hours LaterInterviewer: It is after the game. Final score 41-10 Chiefs win big. Travis did get a touchdown today. Updated record of 2-1

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfic

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poppylovestowrite · 10 months

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Can I request karma x reader cuddling while it's raining? Mostly pure fluff

Homework Can Wait

The weekends were meant for you and Karma. It was a deal you made with him when the two of started dating. You see, you're quite a busy bee, especially on the weekdays. You have school to worry about, club activities, and cram school. But, on the weekend, you make time to see Karma.

You wanted to make that happen, but today you had to bend that deal a bit. Because your nightmare of a math teacher decided it would be fun to ruin everyone's weekend by dumping mountains of assignments.

This brings you here, sitting on your living floor, doing your homework on a Sunday afternoon.

If only you weren't busy yesterday, then maybe you would have had your Sunday off. You could have used your free time to be with your boyfriend. Then the two of you could have gone to that food festival.

You furrowed your brows and glance up to see the rain coming down through your window. Er. Actually, that wouldn't have happened regardless. Not with all this rain going on. Still, the two of you could have been spending time together.

You sighed and moved your attention back to your homework. What a shitty day.

No, that's not entirely true. Karma came over, even in this weather just to be with you. You felt a little bad when you told him that you were too busy, but that wasn't enough to turn him away. Your parents were out at work so Karma figured he keeps you company as you worked.

He can stay here, under the condition he doesn't distract you. You let him play with your video games so at least one of you guys won't die of boredom.

Somewhere half through an assignment, Karma paused the game, walked over to you and sat down. He didn't say anything and just watched you work for a few seconds.

"Need help?" Karma offers.

You still didn't look at him and shook your head.

"No, these questions are easy. Just tedious."

As a response, Karma poked your side causing you to squeak.

"I meant if you need help to relax?" Karma chuckles. "You're so stressed." He says it so lightly, almost playfully, but you can pick up his concern. And because he was concerned, you choose not to scold him for poking you like that.

"I'll take a break when I'm done," you assured him with a smile.

Before going back to work, you lovingly tapped the bottom of his chin.

Karma hummed passively at you, then scanned his eyes at the other assignments you still have to do. It looks like it's going to be hours before you're going to give yourself a break. He could help you. In math, at least. His best subject, so he can definitely help you breeze by these questions.

Karma doesn't say anything else and lets you get back to work. He knows how stubborn you are and knows you won't accept his help. So no use in arguing with you.

He goes back to your couch to continue playing video games. You don't get distracted that easily, but he still kept the volume pretty low for you regardless.

While Karma was killing zombies, you were trying to kill this math question.

Yes, some of these questions were easy and tedious, but when you got to the ones you struggled with, you wished Karma were to help you. It's not too late to ask him for his help.

You shook your head and stubbornly kept quiet.

You sighed, growing more and more frustrated over time. Your legs were falling asleep, your wrist was cramping up, and you were beginning to see numbers every time you blinked.

Maybe you could use a break right now.

For the first time in hours, you put your pencil down, closed your textbook and got up to sit with Karma on the couch.

Karma kept his attention on the game but did acknowledge you by speaking up.

"Finally realized your sanity was breaking?"

"Yeah." You sighed tiredly. "Sorry that I'm using our time together to study."

"If anyone has to apologize to me, it would have to be your teacher," Karma says. It didn't sound like he wasn't going to hold this against you, which is good, but you still felt bad. You know he's been looking forward to spending some time with you this weekend.

You scooted closer to him and tugged his shirt, causing Karma to pause the game to look at you with a questioning hum.

"C'mon, let's do something together." You said. "I really could use a break."

"Oh~" A devilish smirk made its way across his face. "So now you want my attention?"

You frowned. "C'mon on, don't be like that. I want to hang out with you."

"Hm~ how badly?" Karma taunts, wanting to beg, and you knew that.

"Very badly."

"You sure?"

"Yes!" You huffed.

Karma's mischievous side started to fade as he chuckled fondly at you.

"You're cute." He began to lean in. "Come here."

The soft whisper he used was enough to get your cheeks to turn pink, but what got you to go completely red was when he pressed his lips against yours.

The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window and the faint sound of Karma's video games was all you heard as you kissed your boyfriend back. Your homework and just school, in general, have been completely wiped from your mind. The only thing on your mind was Karma.

Karma pulled away far too quickly than he usually does when he wants to make out with you, only because he wants to see you pout. And when you did, he softly chuckles but continues to kiss you since your lips were too addictive to him.

This time Karma had no intentions of pulling back. He kept his lips on yours until you became too shy and flustered to continue. He stopped and suggested watching a movie.

You went back to worrying about your homework for a second there, but the soft reassuring touch Karma gave you was enough to get you to convince yourself that your homework can wait.

You let Karma pick the movie since you were too tired to debate which movie is better to watch on a rainy day. And whenever you let Karma pick, he would always choose Sonic Ninja. The first one, since none of the sequels appeal to him as much.

You found yourself pressed up against Karma, arms wrapped around his torso and watching the movie with some interest. You wouldn't say you enjoyed Sonic Ninja as much as your boyfriend, but the movie was a good distraction from your work. The fight scenes were at least fun to watch, and some of the characters provided you with enough entertainment so that you can sit through it whenever you and Karma watch the movie.

Admittedly though, whenever the boring parts came, you did think about all the assignments you still had to do.

When the movie did end, Karma thought you would quickly leave his grasp and get back to work as soon as the credits began to roll. Karma expects you to jump out of his arms and head back to work as if you have some sort of timer built into you.

Karma glances down at you.

"Do you want to get back to work?"

You lazily shook your head. No. No work right now. Sure, you got a good 2-hour break, but it wasn't enough for you. You didn't want to leave Karma's side.

To put you in a more comfortable position, Karma laid down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest. You smiled and appreciated the comfort he gave you as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Play with my hair." You mumbled.

"Hm... Sure, but what do I get out of it~?"

Ah, he loves to bargain with you, doesn't he? Well, considering all he wants is a kiss, you don't really argue with him.

You lifted your upper body and planted a soft kiss on his lip. When you went back to rest your head against his chest, you felt your boyfriend gently run his fingers through your head. A satisfying smile formed against your lips.

As the rain continues to fall, Karma kept playing with your hair with no complaint. He knows how much you've been working and just wants to help you relax now.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow," you mumbled.

As studious as you were, even you get burnt out from all this work.

Karma chuckled. "You and me both. But, unlike you, I have the balls to skip class."

You huffed, slightly jealous of his "lazy but brilliant" persona. He does little of the work yet has one of the best scores.

"I would skip if the school didn't contact our parents when a student is absent," you confessed, then groaned and nuzzled your face against his chest. "What a pain."

Karma gently patted your back, sensing how tense you were getting over the thought of school tomorrow.

"Okay, okay, enough school talk." He shushes in his honey-coated voice. Just focus on your cute boyfriend."

"Cute and annoying boyfriend." You bluntly reminded him.

As punishment for that comment, Karma ran his fingers down your side to tickle you. You squirm and laughed at this action.

"Hey--"

Before you can push yourself off to get away from him, Karma was merciful and stopped tickling you. He laughs playfully at your reaction, and as annoyed as you were, you couldn't help but chuckle.

Instead of tickling you, Karma chooses to gently stroke your back. You smiled and snuggled closer to his neck.

You only meant to shut your eyes for a couple of seconds, but Karma's scent and warmth were putting you to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" Karma said when he heard a light snore from you. He gently patted your back, and when you didn't respond, Karma knew that you must have fallen asleep.

The redhead cranes his neck to the side and spots the clock hanging on the wall. Normally, at this time, you would be sending Karma home by now. Even on a weekend, you like to keep a schedule and follow through with it. But, he doesn't have the heart to wake you up. You deserve some rest.

Karma relaxes his head, trying not to move so much to avoid waking you up. The only sound he would allow was the raindrops hitting the window outside.

He would let you sleep here as long as you want, then he would insist on helping you with your homework, no matter how much you refuse his help. But not before taking out his phone and taking a picture of the two of you.

#karma x reader #assassination classroom #anime #karma akabane #romance #ass class

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misscinnamonroll16 · 3 months

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Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part two

"We're talking about forcing John Dory to take a day off. Like an actual day off. Even when we're closed on the mandatory holidays, he's still here doing something. Cleaning, stocking, rearranging, all kinds of stuff. He needs at least a day to just relax and probably catch up on sleep.” Bruce answered, waving his hands about as he talked. "Ah, ok. Yeah that's gonna be hard. We need to come up with a plan before we do anything else. We need to think of every possible outcome and prepare for it." Branch said, already writing down outcomes. “Or, or, hear me out, we play the health card." Floyd said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The rest of them gave him a confused look, unsure of what he meant. “We play the health card, the card he plays with me when he thinks I'm ‘working too much’. He says I need to take time for my health and take care of my body. Pull a uno reverse on him. He needs to do the same so when he tries to wiggle his way out of it, we can point out all the things that are causing him stress, anxiety, high blood pressure or anything else. Like working a dinner rush causes high anxiety and stress. Constantly lifting trays full of dishes can cause carpul tunnel. Not to mention the toll it takes on one's mental health. I very rarely get angry customers, he seems to get them all the time, which causes more stress. We just say we're worried about his health, he can't refuse because then he'll be brushing off our worries and he doesn't want to do that. Boom, full proof plan.” Floyd said confidently, crossing his arms. "That's so smart, I'm surprised I didn't think of it first.” Clay said, staring at Floyd, a bit dumbfounded. Floyd was about to stand up and argue with Clay about what that was supposed to mean when Bruce held up his hands. “Ok but when should we do this? We can't just go out there without an idea of when would be a good time to do this." Bruce said, thinking aloud. "Sunday. Probably in the evening. That way he can't argue about taking Monday off. It's our slowest day. So he won't have to worry about us being busy and can actually relax." Branch said, the plan coming together. The brothers quickly went back to work to avoid alerting John Dory to their plan, playing it off as if they were killing time.

Sunday evening comes and all of them are beat, it was the busiest day they had had in a while, making several thousand dollars worth of sales. After closing up, the younger brothers give each other a nod, silently saying it's time to put their plan into action. They went to the office, standing in the doorway as John counted their registers and safe with Clay (Clay just double checking JD's work). "How you doing John Dory?" Floyd asked nonchalantly. “Good." John replied before continuing to count. “You sure? You seemed a bit tired today. Like you needed a break." Bruce said, leaning his back on the door frame casually. “Yeah I'm fine. I guess I didn't get very much sleep last night." John Dory said before handing a stack of cash for Clay to count. Clay barely looked up, they added more details to the plan, like who was gonna say what and in what order. John wrote down the numbers and entered them into the system, a few seconds of silence passed before Branch butted with his own line. “Do you ever get enough sleep? Always seems like you're here late and open early. When do you sleep?” Branch joked, shooting John a cheeky grin that was met with a stern look. "Well I sleep after I clock out and close up. Then I wake up to come open this place up. Some nights it's takes longer to close up. Like today, that was the busiest we've been in like, a month.” John said, taking all the money from Clay and putting it in the safe. "Maybe you should take tomorrow off then.” Branch said sincerely, subtly giving JD the puppy dog eyes. They could see the hesitation in John's face, that was Floyd's signal to go in for the kill. “He's right. It's not healthy to overwork yourself. We worry about you sometimes. It's only because we care about you and your health. When was the last time you had a day off?" Floyd's voice was sweet and gentle, asking a question they all knew the answer to: never. John Dory looked like a deer in headlights, unsure of how to respond. “When was the last time you had a day off John?" Clay questioned, knowing where this line of questioning should go. John Dory got very quiet and tried to avoid eye contact with his brothers. “When was it?" Bruce said directly. John mumbled out an answer, prompting a ‘hmm?’ out of Bruce. “I don't remember." John said quietly but it sounded deafening in the silent office. “WHAT?!?" the younger three said, being a little overdramatic. “John, working non stop is not healthy. You're gonna get burnt out. You should really take a day off at least. You make me worried, man.” Clay said worriedly, causing John to cringe a little. "Clay's right, John. We worry about your health sometimes. You should take the day off, if not for yourself, for us at least.” Floyd said gently, coming over and placing his hand on John's shoulder. They had him right where they wanted him. The office got quiet again, the seconds passing felt like hours. They continued to look at John expectantly until he finally caved. Alright, fine. I'll take tomorrow off. But you guys call me if you need me. And Clay, you're opening, Branch you're closing.” John Dory said defeatedly, Branch and Clay groaning in annoyance. They knew they couldn't openly cheer for their success but opted for teasing their brother about what he was going to do on his day off. As John locked the door, Bruce cleared his throat, catching John's attention. “Oh and John?" “Yeah?" John said as he put his keys back in his pocket. “Stay out of the diner tomorrow. A day off is not meant to be spent at your place of work." Bruce responded in a no nonsense kind of tone. John Dory rolled his eyes, pissed off a little that his baby brothers were trying to tell him what to do. “We're serious John Dory. You don't see us in there on our days off. And the only time we are is when we're with friends. So just take a day away from the diner. I promise we'll call you if we need you.” Floyd said, placing his hands on John's shoulders, letting him know how serious he was. The others looked at John with the same serious look, he inwardly groaned annoyed with his baby bros.

@bzjohndory

#trolls #brozone #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #branch trolls #idk how to write #idk how to tag this #fluff with angst #just like the tiniest bit of angst #jd being a softy

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milkyluxe · 8 months

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Just for tonight

My entry for day 4 of KagiHira week 2023 Prompt: needy Please be considerate with me, It's been literally over a decade since I last wrote a fanfic, but what can I say? these boys got me down BAD So this is basically Hirano being needy. Set in the winter where Kagi is a 2nd year and Hirano is about to graduate. He's stressed and anxious. Enjoy! :) Also a biiiig thanks to my bestie @cutiesaur for being my beta reader. She really helped a lot! <3

Just for tonight

Physics. Yes, he should study physics a bit more…make sure he knows all of the formula variations there could ever be. Perhaps, he should go over all the problems again? Or maybe it was a better idea to study maths? Just a bit more wouldn’t hurt to make sure he was on top of every problem he could need to solve. Maybe he should eat. When was the last time he stood up?...How long had he been in this trance? Ugh, he should tidy up his desk. All the mess inside his head couldn’t…or shouldn’t be also present in the physical world. Taiga Hirano grunted. Goddamit, why can’t days be 36 hours, right?

“Hirano-san”, his roommate's voice snapped him out of his clustered focus mode, “are you gonna stay up late again?”. Akira Kagiura was already laying on his bed, pretending to read a fashion magazine, but in reality he hadn’t turned the pages in over thirty minutes. He had spent the whole time staring at Hirano, not because he was oh so in love with him, but because the blonde hadn’t moved a muscle in hours; no, in days.

College entrance exams were just around the corner. Kagi had always known how much of a dedicated student Hirano was, he admired him for it, but these past days he had the impression his senior was pushing himself way too hard. It had been a little over a week since he had started ignoring the “lights out” time and kept studying on his desk with a little desk lamp that couldn’t be good for his eyes. He went down to the dining hall just to mindlessly shove food down his throat the fastest he physically could. Kagiura was sure he wasn’t chewing properly. “Sorry… I really need to go back up and study”, Hirano had been excusing himself, but did he really need to study that much?

It’s just the last spurt. That’s what Hirano thought.

“Uh -Yes, I- …Yes, I think so”, he finally answered with his head clearly still in his notes. “Is the light too bright? Does it make it hard for you to fall asleep?"

“If I say yes, will you stop studying and go to sleep too?” Kagi asked. He somewhat regretted the tone in which that sentence came out, more annoyed about the light and less worried about his beloved; the latter being how he truthfully felt. Hirano turned on his chair and looked at the brunette for a while, or at least what felt like a while to Kagi. Hirano had a similar gaze in his eyes as the one he had had when Kagi first met him. “No” he said plainly.

Now Kagiura was mad. The man he loved was so smart and reasonable, yet this attitude was self-destructive. Yeah, okay, the blonde had said countless times how his priorities were and always had been his studies, but putting them even over his health? It was irritating and it seemed like he knew and just didn’t care. All that was in Hirano’s mind was being as ready as he could be for those exams.

“You’ve been doing this the whole week. Your body can’t possibly handle this treatment much longer. You know…Tomorrow is sunday, you can catch some sleep today and tomorrow you can keep studying if you want-”

“If I want?!?!” Kagi was sort of cut off by Hirano’s sudden outburst. “Do you think I’m doing this for fun? My whole future and everything I’ve been working for in these past years depend on me scoring a high enough grade on the entrance exams next week!” Hirano hissed. He was incensed, he wasn’t being himself.

Kagi kept silent for a bit, he limited himself to stare at Hirano with those deep brown eyes of his. Hirano seemed as if he was holding his breath. He had raised his voice to Kagi, his precious roommate, and that didn’t happen often. “You are the first person to tell me that taking breaks is something healthy, that I cannot strain my body so that it exceeds its limits all the time, yet that’s what you’ve been doing. All these past days and nights, it’s like there’s a magnet on your desk” the younger man said firmly. “You are better than this, Hirano. I know that you know better than to-”

“I’m scared” Hirano’s gaze was down, his body tensed up on the chair. He had verbalised that so fast, Kagiura even doubted if he had heard him right. “You’re scared?” asked Kagiura to make sure he had heard correctly. “Every minute I’m not studying I feel like I’m wasting time. My head gets flooded with horrible scenarios… What if I can’t answer something I thought I knew perfectly… Should I have studied more? What if I don’t make it? What am I supposed to do then?” his voice was starting to crack.

Upon hearing that faint change of tone in Hirano’s voice, Kagi jumped out from his bed as quickly as he could and kneeled in front of Hirano to meet his gaze. He looked up at him, a silent way of saying “I’m listening to you”. Inside his mind, Kagi was fighting the urge to take his beloved blonde into his arms and console him, alas Kagi knew that, in this state, the other would only retaliate. Instead, he gently placed one of his hands on Hirano’s knee to encourage him to vent some more.

Brows furrowed, Hirano raised his hands to his forehead, then his temples. He was extremely tense and he knew it, he was only realising this now that he didn’t remember being not tense for the last few days. “I can’t stop,” he said in a tiny voice. “I’m sorry I snapped at you… It’s just that… I feel like I’m drowning”, he stated with one hand partially covering his face. He looked at Kagiura, who was still on his knees looking at him. He didn’t need to say anything, his very expressive eyes spoke for him. Hirano was always glad for how Kagiura kept him grounded without him knowing it. He felt as if he gave him some sort of sense of purpose and direction. He was a pillar to him. Though he still hadn’t been able to name what he felt for his junior, he was certain they were all positive things, even if he had been ignoring him these past days. He recalled what Kagi said earlier, he was right, he needed to take a break. He was burnt out, exhausted, and anxious, but seeing his roommate’s face brought him some comfort. “You’re probably not even retaining anything anymore, like, your brain is lacking nutrients” Kagiura stated as if he was a hundred percent sure that’s what was happening. Hirano chuckled. “You’re so stupid”, he teased him with a faint smile on his face. He took the hand that was resting on his knee, held it and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Kagi. You’re absolutely right, I should stop…that is for today at least”. Kagiura smiled and squeezed his hand back. He got up, not letting go of Hirano’s hand, “I have no doubts that you’re going to make it, Hirano-san, but you really have to get some rest. You always look very beautiful to me, but those dark circles aren't flattering around your pretty blue eyes”. “Ugh” Hirano took his hand away and hid his very much blushed face. “Okay, whatever, let’s sleep then, it is past lights out time anyway” It had been a little over a year since Kagiura confessed, and they had been through so much, but Hirano still wasn’t sure how to react when the other one blurted out his thoughts and feelings like that. But as he had told him himself once: Kagi went straight for the throat with his words and, once again, he had to be thankful for it. “I’m not gonna turn off the lights until I’m completely sure you’re tucked in your bed” Kagiura said as he stood waiting for Hirano to crawl into his bed and lay on it the same way you would stare at a pet that got caught in the middle of mischief and got scolded for it. “Are you gonna do it yourself, then?” The blonde immediately regretted his words. With any other person, that would’ve come off as a goofy little threat-joke; but, given the current state of his relationship with Kagiura and how the sleepy brat tended to take things literally...He had positioned himself in a dangerous situation . He cleared his throat and blushed. Again. Kagiura blushed too because the amount of times he had dreamt of taking Hirano to bed was insane.

After some awkward seconds, the youngest said “I don’t think you should set an alarm for tomorrow. You should really sleep as much as your body needs. If I wake up first, I’ll be sure to be as quiet as possible. Oh! But I’ll wake you up if breakfast time is running out, you must eat properly too, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you want, I can get you some of the snacks I eat before training if you want to feel more energised-” at this point Kagiura realised Hirano was staring at him with a joyous look on his face, the kind gaze that made Kagi think Hirano was also in love with him. “Right, sorry, I’ll shut up” Hirano snickered, he got into his bed, bundling up under his covers. “Thank you, Kagi… I mean it” he said as he rested his head on the pillow. Kagiura turned off the lights.

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Taiga Hirano envied and admired a lot of things about his roommate, one of those things being his ability to fall asleep immediately, and virtually anywhere. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Kagi had turned off the lights, but he felt as if he had been shuffling around on his bed for hours. Had it been of any worth that Kagiura had managed to get him off the desk relatively early if he was still awake, thrashing around thinking about the exams? Oh no, here it comes again, the feeling of wasting time. He felt irate at himself. Why couldn't he just fall asleep quickly? He wished he could just switch his body off, like an electronic device. He couldn’t help himself to keep ruminating on those thoughts of worry and inadequacy… Oh! And, on top of that, he had also made poor sweet Kagi worry about him. This wasn’t good. His chest felt tight, his thoughts were rushing on his mind and felt as if they were surrounded by thorns, he couldn’t find a position where his body didn’t feel itchy. He wasn’t foolish enough to get up and start studying now, he knew he needed to rest, but this was useless, he needed his mind to wander somewhere else. He sat up and glanced to his left towards the direction where Kagi’s bed was. He appeared to be sleeping profoundly.

Aah, fuck it.

“Kagi” Hirano whispered, hoping it would be enough to wake up Mr. Sleeping Beauty. He knew from experience that it hardly would be, though, so he sat at the bed of the other boy and shook him lightly, “Kagi” he repeated .

“..hmmh?” a very dazed and sleepy Kagiura mumbled, one eye opened. “Scoot over” Hirano said with a calmness in his voice that was proportional to the knot of nerves he felt inside. It’s not like he hadn’t slept with Kagiura before, they had fallen asleep on the floor sometimes in their study sessions, they had also leant on each other on long bus rides if they took a trip somewhere… but actually getting in his bed was… different. Hirano felt a bit guilty. Was he taking advantage of him? He knew he wouldn’t refuse. Was he being selfish? He still remembered that time when Kagi couldn’t sleep well because he was too self-conscious of sharing a room with the person he had a crush on…that was a long time ago though, and they were way past that stage.

Also, Kagiura himself had told him he wanted him to be needy, and this was what he wanted right now. Without fully understanding what was happening, mainly because he was pretty much with one foot in reality and consciousness and the other one on Morpheus’ realm, Kagiura squirmed towards the side of the wall, and the next thing he knew was that he had Hirano between his arms. Now he was fully awake. “Hirano-san, what happened? Are you okay?” Kagi asked, concerned. “...It's just… I can’t sleep,” Hirano answered, the sound partially lost as he had buried his face in Kagi’s chest. It was his way of saying “I don’t want to talk anymore”, the blonde tugged at Kagi’s pajamas and squeezed him into a hug. Kagi understood. He shifted his body a bit more so that Hirano could lay more comfortably on him… well, at least as comfortable as those miniscule single beds would allow them. He held his beloved senior in his arms. Hirano had his head on Kagiura’s chest-shoulder-arm. One of his arms was folded awkwardly between their bodies and the other one was around his junior, holding him tightly. He could hear Kagi’s heartbeat, which he had expected to raise up, but it didn’t. Wasn’t he disrupted by the fact that his crush had just barged into his bed? Maybe this was wrong and he shouldn’t have made his way into his junior’s bed. Doing something as intimate as sharing a bed was…risky, giving he was also still not sure he felt the same way. Then again, whatever impulse made him want to sleep with him had been right, he already felt a little bit better. The night was cold, it was winter after all, and Kagiura was very, very warm. Hirano was somewhat glad these beds were so narrow, they forced him to cling extremely close to Kagi; it was his only option. Whatever thoughts that were making him feel bad about giving Kagiura mixed signals were now redirected at himself, accusing his own actions for quite possibly turning a blind eye on his very own feelings for his roommate.

He had willingly approached his roommate to lay between his arms after all, and, by god, it was everything he had hoped it would be and more. After a short while, he felt Kagi’s fingers caress his hair lightly, softly, cautiously. Hirano got angry at the thought that maybe Kagi was taking this as the pointless ten second thing they used to do. He shouldn’t hesitate to touch him, for heaven’s sake! So, as a way to reassure that physical contact between them was more than okay now, Hirano snuggled more into Kagi’s chest and leaned his head into his hand as he caressed his hair, just like when a cat wants to be petted. It was working. His head was being drained from all of the overwhelming thoughts and worries of the exams and instead, thoughts of his beloved Akira Kagiura were starting to sprout. Hirano was thinking of Kagi’s body, which was now extremely close to him, and how it barely fit in the bed, lengthwise. He was thinking about the fact that Kagi felt broader than what he looked; it was funny how the brunette was always so eager to touch him yet he was so reluctant to show off his muscles. Those muscles… Now Hirano could feel them, and it was doing things to his mind. He decided it was not the time to pay too much attention to those thoughts… not now. Kagiura’s other hand had found its way to Hirano’s back, and it was gently caressing him there too, with a small linear motion with his thumb. This felt extremely relaxing and Hirano was delighted; either he would fall asleep, which was what he much wanted and needed, or he would remain enjoying all of the sensations his roommate was making him feel, which were a bunch of fuzzy warm emotions.

He didn’t want to think much of when he would ever get the chance to share a bed with Kagiura again, or even if he would. Perhaps going over what his feelings for Kagi actually were wasn’t the best idea now. Hirano was just grateful there was someone in his life he could depend on and lean on when he felt as if the ground wasn’t there anymore, like he was losing himself. The mere action of laying down and cuddling with Kagiura made everything else seem so inconsequential. It was just them, their bodies now very intertwined, as Kagi had locked their legs together at some point, both of their breaths now in sync, and Kagi’s soothing heartbeat which made Hirano calm down drastically. The petting on the head stopped, and Hirano took this as a sign that his dear Kagi was definitely falling back to sleep. The older boy moved his head a bit to look at his source of bliss. Kagiura had rested his head to almost lay on top of Hirano’s, and because of the sudden movement, he got alerted and opened his eyes. Blue met brown.

They held their gazes for a while. Kagiura appeared to be waiting for Hirano to say something, and Hirano seemed to be waiting for Kagiura to do something.

Kagi smiled softly and asked “are you comfortable?”; his voice was low and raspy, he had bedhead and, from up this close, Hirano could see just how handsome he really, truly was. He got overwhelmed, but in a good way, because he understood the sheer amount of self-control Kagi must have been exerting right there to place his needs first. It was like he understood everything, all at once. The raw, intense, intrinsic love Kagi felt for him, he was really feeling it now, it was like being struck by thunder. Hirano wished this sensation was eternal. If he had done it a little harder, Hirano would’ve practically headbutted Kagiura on his chest when he leant down on him again, squeezing him tight. “Very much so” Hirano answered, but again his voice was partially lost in the fabric of Kagiura’s hoodie. He felt Kagi also snug him closer, take a deep breath and then he was pretty sure he felt faint kisses on the top of his head. He probably didn’t mind it at this time, all this cuddling was the perfect sleeping pill after all.

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When he opened his eyes, Hirano felt plenty confused: he saw his own bed, but he wasn’t on it. “Oh my god, did I die out of stress? Am I a spirit now?” He began to freak out, but was eventually distracted by how overly warm his back felt, and how his duvet felt heavier than usual. It felt as if it was almost wrapped around him… and it also smelt a lot like his roommate. Oh. Right.

They must have shifted during the night (as one normally does) because now Kagiura was spooning Hirano, who needed a few seconds after waking up to finish the puzzle on his mind and remember all that had happened last night. Carefully, as to not wake the other up, who, unsurprisingly, was still asleep, Hirano reached out for the alarm clock Kagi kept on the headrest of his bed, the one he had gifted him on his past birthday. It was a little past 9 a.m. Way later than the time they usually got up, but still not too late to have breakfast. Hirano sat up on the bed and woke Kagi up. After all, if they weren’t out of the room soon, Hanzawa was probably going to knock on their door out of suspicion and, for once, he would’ve been right.

With a hand lightly shaking Kagiura’s torso, the blonde called for his junior’s name in a soft voice. When Kagiura opened his eyes, he was greeted with a view so dazzling he also thought he had died and gone to heaven: the morning sun rays were leaking from their window, and the ones that didn’t reach him directly, were being blocked by Hirano, with his golden hair, his fair skin, his shining blue eyes, the morning sun creating a halo around his figure. His brain malfunctioned and, all he managed to say after some babbling, was “...what?”

Hirano giggled, Kagi genuinely seemed absent-minded. “Don’t you “what” me, get up!” he said as he gave a quick spank to Kagi’s hip. Kagiura was sure he was now dead because there was no way Hirano just did that; but on the other hand, he was happy, because Hirano had a completely different look on his face: he looked rested, refreshed, lively.

“Good morning, Hirano-san” Kagi finally managed to say, and smiled.

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