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minhosimthings · 1 month

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Girl Dad!Enhypen headcannons

Pairings: Enhypen × fem!reader (sep.)

Warnings: fluff fluff I'm choking on this fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, mentions of food, also swearing because I can't handle myself lol

A/N: alright bitches I am high on baby fever so if I'm dying IM TAKING Y'ALL DOWN WITH ME. Tagging @jaeyunluvr for obvious reasons.

Stray Kids version!

Lee Heeseung

Is SO Bambi eyed when you tell him you're pregnant

Like 🥺 this be him, all teary eyed and happy

As if he didn't rail the brains out of you last night but whatever

He was already a simp for you but now that you're pregnant?

"My wife is my entire life and I will walk through every element in this world for her and I would destroy this entire world for her did you know that I love my wife?"

SO EXCITED WHEN YOU START SHOWING He cries over how soft you look sometimes

When I say he sings to your belly at night- (he rants about how the baby kicked when he sang his fav song to the guys)

And gets so starry eyed when baby kicks at his favourite song

Literally the best during birth, he's such a cheerleader

Sobs literal rivers when he holds the baby

"She looks so much like you."

Looks at his daughter as if he would end the world for her

HEESEUNG STOP WE ARE WEAK WOMEN HERE

Singing lessons are basically free for her and Heeseung sobs to you every night about how good she's been getting

Loves to have Karaoke dates with her and teaches her how to make music

Brags so much

"Y/N can you take your husband please he's been talking about his child for hours now we are tired" "hey guys do you know what she did yesterday-"

He died inside when she tried to hit a high note and succeeded

10/10 dad, must marry Heeseung I have a ring

Park 'Jay' Jongsoeng

Do I hear the best girl dad in the entire world?

YES I FUCKING DO DAD JAY AGENDA LETS GAURRRRR

When you tell him, he kisses your face so much

WORSHIPS YOU you are a Goddess in his eyes

normally Jay wouldn't let you do anything but now? He will ravage the earth if you lift even an atom

"what are you doing out of bed?" "I have to pee Jay for god's sake-"

Belly massages are free and unlimited with a husband like him

And so is the food because he will cook everything you ask for as if it's the last thing he'll do

Builds the bassinet properly, and makes sure to turn you on because mooscles SHUT UP IM HAVING A MOMENT

Asks his mom for advice if he doesn't know what to do

Is a brave boi during birth like he is NOT hesitant to do any shit you want

Cries part 2

And I mean he sobbed his entire water weight out of his body when he held his tiny baby

"I have two princesses to take care of now"

JAY PLEASE I HAVE A UTERUS STAPPH

Takes care of everything, and I mean everything

Not a surprise to see your baby girl strapped to his chest by a harness 24/7

Daddy-daugher dates are a must!!

His phone storage is literally just her

"Hey guys look at this picture of my baby"

Sim "Jake" Jaeyun

Jake.exe has stopped working

Literally just stares at you when you tell him, so much so you have to wave your hands in front of him to snap him out

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY WHAT"

Congratulations dear reader, because now your husband is basically attached to your belly

"Baby did she kick-" "bro I just moved chill"

Double congratulations because now Layla and him are fighting for your attention

Literally so lost in everything related to women, pregnancy, and birth but he tries

And by that I mean, he stares at you doe-eyed while you explain everything

Most likely to faint during the birth because lord he can't handle this, he's a princess babygirl

Sobs part 3

"she has your eyes" JAKE STOP

Layla and baby besties forever which makes Jake weak in da knees

Will not leave your baby alone even for a second like he's attached to her now

Loves shopping for her

Literally spoils the shit out of her do y'all see this man buying diamonds because I do

"Baby, of COURSE we have to get her matching outfits how else will we do movie night without matchy pajamas"

Jake come home the kids miss you

Park Sunghoon

Yay you have officially broken Park mf Sunghoon

When you tell him, he's literally just 😶😶

No thoughts, brain has evaporated

But then-

"IM HAVING A FUCKING BABY"

You're like chill mf what the hell

Will literally carry you everywhere no matter if you tell him to put you down

"Hoon I can walk-"

*already picking you up* "sorry can't hear I'm deaf"

He makes so many plans, and organises literally everything

Also will get confused on how to build the cradle thingy

He's shit scared of birth, but will definetly allow you to squeeze his hand as hard as you want

Sobs part 4

She looks like you part 3

ICE SKATING DATES WHADUPPP

I'm crying just imagining hoon holding her tiny hands and guiding her through the ice

Your daughter is a fashionista thanks to her dad

Spoils her shitless part 2

"GUYS GUYS YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT MY BABY DID THE OTHER DAY" *doesn't even wait for a yes*

Kim "Sunoo" Seonwoo

My dude is so chill

Probably the normalest out of all of em

Hugs you and kisses you all over

But inside he's screaming crying throwing up shaking kicking his feet in the air

Literally treats the house like a military base once you staart showing

*talking to Enha* "If anything goes even the slightest bit wrong I will murder all of you."

So obsessed with literally just watching you because in his eyes you're so adorable

LOVES THE WAY YOU WADDLE

Gets so cocky over helping you like he's so proud, showing off his muscles and everything

Sunoo please you're my age STAPHH

MAKES AND TRIES YOUR WEIRD CRAVINGS

Will probably be disgusted by birth but he's a strong sailor he pulls through

Mentally breakdowns while holding your child because omg she's so tiny!!!

Mint choco lover agenda lessons starts from day 1

No child of Sunoo's is gonna hate mint choco

Daddy-daughter dates are a MUST

Loved bonding with her so much

Will definitely do her hair if she decides to grow it long

AND WILL GO TO SELF DEFENCE CLASSES WITH HER I WILL DIE BY THIS HILL

Sunoo I am a weak woman STOP

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kobb4ni2 · 3 months

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I just read you sea serpent reader and I have been having thought on how everyone who meet reader!

Strawhats

*Were on day fishing and somehow the hook got onto readers tail or hair and was force to surface to see where the hook is from*

Reader who surface and is staring at the Strawhats: Hi

Luffy/Sanji/Chopper/Usopp/Nami: FOOD/LADY/MONSTER

Red-haired Pirates

*crashes on an island that reader was chilling*

Shanks: want a drink?

Crew: IDIOT!

Beast Pirates

*Appeared at Wano bc Kaido tried to kill himself for the millionth time and ended up in Readers territory.

Yamato see reader for the first time: READER! WILL YOU MARRY ME!

Everyone: Young Master!!!!

Marines HQ

*Got in trouble because she sunk a Celestial Dragon ship*

Akainu: You can't keep sinking every ship that you see because you don't like them

Reader pounting and acting guilty: Sowwwy

Akainu: We will let this slide (for the thousandths time)

[ FEM READER ]

The Strawhats would have heard of you from stories of Jimbie or Robin explaining the poneglyph that consisted of your name, which could be traced back from Skypiea and ect.

This is just a rundown of how some strawhats knew about your existence :3

Luffy would have definitely heard many stories about you from his grandpa or the Red hair pirate, Shanks saying that one day you will be his bride and all.

Franky would have also heard stories of you from Tom and from Kokoro, he might have read your name in the Pluton sheet (I forgot what it’s called 😭)

Nami would have overheard from Arlong and the other fishmen because Sea Serpent! Reader is basically their Goddess.

AND ROBIN OOH LOORRDD, Robin would actually have an obsession on you before you ever even met the Strawhats, the old books of Ohara would have so many information out of you, and since you were close to Joyboy she would always somehow read your name in one of the poneglyphs which made her incredibly hooked on you.

Sanji from Zeff and you being related to the ocean, you must know about the all blue them!!

But ya know just one day the crew were just fishing, everyone is doing their own thing, Franky made a huge fishing net to capture more fishes, which works perfectly fine (more food for Luffy yippiee) and just yoink. They just yoinked Sea Serpent! Reader out of the water while she was just sleeping…. Means the Strawhats woke her up from her nap dawg😞

Sea Serpent! Reader: Umm…Hi? You woke me up from my nap.

Luffy would be starry eyed while Sanji is turned into stone when he saw your beauty, Zoro would be on guard, Chopper,Ussop and Nami would be freighted, but Nami would have this sense of familiar towards you, while Jimbie, Robin, Brook and Franky (aka the oldest) are amazed that YOU ARE ACTUALLY REAL!! (World government hid you from the world basically) I mean they knew you were real but ya know the world government and stuff…

The Red Hair Pirates Shanks specifically KNEW YOU ALREADY, but only stories from Roger and Reighley, Shanks knew that you were real but was only being hold as a dangerous being to the World Government so they have to somehow keep you in a leash, but that didn’t really stop you from exploring island to island and that where you saw the Red Hair Pirates, drunk or not Shanks would start flirting with you the minute you agree to join their party ;3

BEAST PIRATES LETS GOOO GRAAAGGHHH

You saved Kaido from drowning after his “I have lost count” attempt, you the dragged his ass back to Wano, but before you can leave you were SOMEHOW detained and kept in a fancy room, that’s when Yamato met you, he heard that King ordered you to be held captive for a while, and the closer Yamato saw you the more you reminded him of the stories of Oden in his logbook about a Sea Serpent who had travelled with the Roger Pirates for only a few months, and when his suspicion was confirmed he immediately jumped out of his hiding spot and went to hug your tail, you were shocked but the boy Yamato kept on ranting about you, about opening up Wano and Oden and stuff, Yamato even said that after Wano is open he will marry you!!! (King is fuming rn)

The power you hold when it comes to the Marines is insane, the Gorosei will always send at least one Admiral to check up on you or if you’re going somewhere. It’s no secret you despise the Celestial Dragons, how could you not! Those are the people that brings extreme slavery and injustice not just towards your people but to everyone alike. You swear to Akainu that you didn’t even hit the celestial dragons boat, you just accidentally nudge it!! No you didn’t sent waves towards a boat that contains a bunch of Celestial Dragon, you were just swimming and your tail made too much force!! You have to forgive Sea Serpent! Reader!!

#I’m sick today bro but that’s not gonna stop me 😈😈😈 the alpha grind never stops💪💪#one piece #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere op #yandere one piece x reader #yandere Strawhats #yandere Yamato #Yamato x reader #yandere Nico Robin #nico Robin x reader #Sea Serpent! Reader

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grapefives · 1 year

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STARRY EYED | HC

senku x gn!reader

astronomy + friends to lovers + reader is a good drawer + light fluff + author knows jack about astronomy + two nerds in a room they might…

he finds you wide awake, staring at the sky.

even more amusing; you have a journal and pencil in your hands, soft mumbles of spoken thoughts emitting from you.

“night watching to a whole different level, hm?” senku finds himself teasing as he climbs up to the roof to join you.

he’s rarely ever talked to you really, probably only to bark out orders and explain in full, head spinning directions.

“i guess,” you say awkwardly as you close your journal, a but shy now that someone is up here with you.

senku eyes the journal before eyeing you. he won’t press. instead he turns to look at the sky.

“what do you see?” he asks.

“the moon,” you say bitterly.

he snorts, “aside from it.”

your ears turn read but your face remains dull, “and stars.”

“hmmm,” he looks at the sky once more.

you find the courage to ask him, “and you?”

and as expected, he starts to list off all the things he sees. planets, the names of each star he assumes has exploded into nothingness while they were stuck in stone and a bunch of things you wished you comprehended.

“wow,” you mumble. “makes me wish i actually learned back then”.

“this is just basic knowledge,” senku says blandly.

he sees you frown. he feels a tad bad now.

“i can teach you if you want, there’s still lots i need to relearn since things aren’t the way they were anymore.”

“you sure?” you ask, looking at him with a tiny hint of excitement.

an excitement he knows very well, and as soon as the thought of how cute you looked like that, is just as soon as he suppresses it.

“you sleepy?” he asks, unsure how you’re currently feeling.

“nope, why do you think i’m out here?”

senku feels a smile crawl up his face, but his lips only twitch. “come on, let’s go.”

and he takes you to the observatory, the place you’ve been far too hesitant to ask permission to enter in.

and senku was a lot gentle with his explaining and ranting. above everything, he first made sure you were comfortable with jotting things down and asking random questions that were needed for your knowledge.

seeing you grin at your own discoveries and having someone to fawn over space with made senku feel quite warm.

observing and analyzing space became a thing between you too.

anything else went with chrome and gen and taiju. or anyone else really.

but he found himself enjoying having you for that specifically.

and when he saw how much you enjoyed it as well, his feelings started to shift.

late night talks. late night peace.

it was almost…. intimate. almost like, if anyone else came in, they’d disrupt the vibe and he’d probably feel irritated.

“and that’s it, i’m beat,” you huff happily but filled with exhaustion.

senku grabs your journal, which is already on its last remaining pages, and flips through it. he knew you weren’t guarding it as much anymore.

and he felt more comfortable to grab it now that he learned how easily you dropped your guard around him during these moments.

“nice,” he smiles, proud at how much and how fast you learned.

“off i go,” you say casually, leaving the journal in his hands. “put it in my bag when you’re done.”

“no,” he says with a puff, dropping the journal on the table.

you roll your eyes, smiling at him. “give,” you extend your hand and he stares at it, almost tempted to try pulling you into his embrace.

instead, he puts the journal in your hand like asked.

he watched you intently, finding himself fawning over how cute you look tired.

“good night,” he says as you walk past him to head out.

“night,” you say as you ruffle his hair, making him huff and slap your hand away.

your laugh rings in his ears. and when he feels himself blush, he grows in subtle horror at the realization of what his feelings for you are becoming.

it remains something to himself, locked deep down as the days pass by.

however he soon finds himself unable to fully focus, constantly glancing over at you.

he’s subtle of course, not risking anything.

but darn is it hard to suppress his feelings when you suddenly start to get touchy.

a pat in the shoulder shouldn’t be making him so flustered.

a simple praise shouldn’t make him yearn for something more.

you smiling at taiju a lot more shouldn’t make him jealous.

“i think i’m interested in you,” he blurts out calmly in the depth of the silent room the two of you are once again in.

your pencil stops moving and you visibly tense. your mind falls blank, unable to process the idea you once had to senku’s confession.

it floods your senses.

“what?” you ask, so soft in the room but so loud in both his ears and yours.

“you heard me,” he says, feeling anxious.

you force yourself to look at him, eyes slightly wide. “you… like me? are you sure?” it’s laced with fear and yearn

“i’m sure. why else would i say it?” he says, hoping he doesn’t show his nervousness. but he’s always been good at hiding it.

“you said think though.” you find yourself tease, the nerves giving you some adrenaline and confidence.

“y/n,” he says soft but sternly.

you find yourself grinning, “i think i’m interested in you too.”

but it remains like that. confessions in the air, because the two of you were far too nervous to ask the question.

that is, until gen figures it out and tells senku to stop playing dumb.

so once more, the two of you are in the quiet room. but after the confessions, the two of you had grown a bit… distant.

“i’m not avoiding you,” he finds himself blurting it out again

“mm?” you look up at him, quickly looking away.

“why aren’t we dating?”

you blink. then you laugh, “the simple question hasn’t been thrown. by neither of us.”

“then-“ he takes a deep breath, “let’s date.”

you find yourself frowning. but…. “how romantic,” you tease.

“take it or leave it.”

with another laugh, you take it.

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #senku x reader #senku x you #dr stone senku #anime oneshot #anime headcanons #dr stone headcanons #senku headcanons #senku x y/n #senku imagine #dr stone imagine #anime imagines #senku ishigami #dr stone oneshots #gn reader #uvaverse

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yandereunsolved · 3 days

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All right babes. It's my turn to come in

How would the yandere chain feel about a reader speaking a lot of hylian. But they mix it up. Like when you speak a lot of languages and sometimes you mix them up. Like putting english words into Spanish on accident?

That but with hylian.

They'd be more threatened than anything. The fact that reader is able to speak to many different species across Hyrule is worrying. You could be plotting against them or asking for help from a passerby, and they wouldn't understand you. That's why they don't trust you to translate for them. They would rather starve, be harmed, or die than allow you to escape them. That's how precious you are to them.

They get jealous when you converse with other races. It stems from their insecurity and possessiveness. They have banned Wild from leading them to his Hyrule. You are much too friendly with the Zora. Sidon is much too nice to you! He likes to hold your hand, hug you, and swim with you. It's unacceptable. The only reason Sidon wasn't killed by one of the Links is because Wild defended him. Wild never defends anyone The Chain wants to kill because he's so hungry for your attention. So they let him live, for now.

In just everyday situations, they find it a lot more adorable. They'll just give you this starry-eyed look and nod along. You could have been ranting in Zora the entire time, and none of them will correct you. It's like the unspoken rule that if someone falls asleep on you, then you shouldn't move. If you slip into another language, they just go along with it. When you realize you apologize but they insist there's no need for that. As long as you aren't hiding secrets while speaking in a different tongue, they don't quite care what language you speak in.

They'll fight for your attention under the guise of wanting to learn to speak a new dialect. Some of them know bits and pieces of the languages of the different races, and others know only Hylian. So it's most definitely something they bicker over. You have to create a schedule so they can each take a turn learning something about one of those languages.

They all just find it so fascinating. They love it. It's just one of your unique quirks. It's something that makes you, you. And they love all of you, every part—no matter how big or small.

ღ Moony, ignore that this took me so long to answer.

#asks #lu chain #poly chain #polyamourous chain #linked universe #lu #yandere au #reader insert #headcanon #yandere chain #yandere poly chain #yandere #lu x reader #yandere lu x reader #multilingualism #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader

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moran4444 · 1 year

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modern!AU with office worker KDJ and... whatever the other is doing

[ID: Digital art of Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk sitting side by side. Dokja is gesturing as he speaks and has an excited, starry-eyed expression. He has a speech bubble with a big block of text, transcribed below. Joonghyuk is resting his face in his hand, looking at Dokja with a frown and thinking, "I'm gonna suck him dry."? his ears are red.

Dokja's rant reads: "Well uh.. in Ways of Survival, the world is on the verge of complete destruction. The protagonist Yoo Joonghyk is trying to find a way to help everyone survive. There [...] also these beings called constellations that using real people for their entertainment wich is horrible and Yoo Joonghuyk wants to break the system that allowes all that to happen. And he is just SO COOL o kinda wanna be lik him...? this is embarrassing [...] but i'm feel like i'm safe if it's you. Oh [...] cunning and did i mentioned that [...] great cook? Bastard leveled up cook... [...] kill to maximum level just beca... [...] tasty food. He doesn't like oth... [...] people cooking because he's is w... [...] better. Can you believe it? So arrogant. I'm actually pretty jealou... [...] Oh and there was this one..." /end ID]

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #joongdok #dokhyun #meme #wow joonghyuk it’s pretty rude not to listen #thank to the @peachygos for writing description!!#described

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Ransom x reader

Enemies to lovers , bot came from wealthy backgrounds as one is a trust fund (ran) then the other has her life getting good with a buissness outside her family . Why are they enemies at first? Shes admired for not relying on her folks too much as a teen and down to earth , enjoys the finer things as she views them as a reward or gift but ransom Demands that shit they also bicker how shes freinds with people bellow her and she sasses him how he always rely on perks thats petty

Warnings: so. much. cursing. It's all from Ransom's point of view, and since he's a disturbing(ly sexy) asshole, that translates to language. Plus smut (protected sex) MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. Reader's background/company is ambiguous. Also of note is the 'enemies' portion is quite subtle. WC 4k

The Root of All Ransom, Part One (see series)

There’s new money and then there’s new money.

Ransom loves the smell of new, physical money, and because he spends so much of it, he gets to feel those crisp bills all the time. Sure, his black card gets the same look at a register, but the plastic gets tattered after a while. The metal cards are a nice touch. Hefty. Metal makes a great tapping sound when he’s bored of waiting for a retail worker to do their fucking job and let him leave already. Cash is easiest to toss down and run out. He likes all forms of money. Ransom is diverse that way.

You, however, you are the New Money, the shit that’s a title, the shit that’s been earned, and it reminds him of his mother’s ranting. ‘Self-made’ his ass. Grandpa Harlan never made Linda repay a dime; that’s not a million-dollar loan. That’s good, old-fashioned nepotism. That’s inheritance come early. Old Harlan is Old Money, but New Money You is just as stale.

“She’s a breath of fresh air,” the middle-aged woman beside him coos.

Fucking gross.

Each time Ransom sees you he gets a foul taste in his mouth. His nostrils flair. He can smell the budgeting on you even at a distance. For every one of these events (with swag bags and a charity write-off promise) where you make a speech after receiving an award for whatever—he’s already too bored to listen—Ransom drinks heavily to make it to the end of the night.

He hasn’t given a dime, mind you, but Harlan has, and Linda has. Neither of them ever wants to go hobnob. Linda would but can’t trust Richard at these things, so she sticks to daytime shindigs. Walt is a bumbling, awkward mess, so he can’t represent anything other than why big pharma for every neurosis exists. He’s not welcome. Instead, it falls to nowhere-else-to-be Ransom.

He thought he’d hate the events as much as the company until he found a thick, silver lining: some starry-eyed wannabe is always seated at an adjacent table. Handsome, young Ransom is guaranteed someone to go home with. Bonus points if they give head during the car ride.

Tonight though, he fucks up.

Ransom Drysdale makes the mistake of chatting up your date: your friend, Mariah, from high school who’s in town for the weekend. She’s doing a remarkable impression of a bimbo socialite, and he’s already wasted most of the meal trying to land an unattainable prize—though not a worthwhile prize, obviously.

It’s not his fault; he was at the bar when you and Mariah arrived, so he had no clue.

He expects you to be defensive once you make your way back to the table after your speech and find your friend with him. Ran is sure his reputation precedes him. He looks great in the photo ops just as he looks for great ass. He thinks your smile seems forced until you get closer. All you do is tell them to enjoy themselves.

Mariah here looks like she’s about to drop to her knees under the table, and you’re gonna let her?

You can’t possibly be stupid enough to trust him, can you?

He snorts out a chuckle, thinking you may know your business but you clearly do not know people. He wants to fuck Mariah. Then he really wants Mariah to tell you about fucking him, ad nauseam, hopefully, multiple times. Then he’s not sure whether he’d prefer you want to fuck him or you be mad about him fucking Mariah. He’ll have to wait and see.

“Isn’t she the best,” Mariah tosses out as flippantly as her hair extensions over her exposed shoulders. “I’m surprised she wanted me to come instead of a real date.”

“Sure,” he swigs his whisky quickly, “but then I wouldn’t get you for the evening, too.”

If he’s not mistaken, Mariah just soaked the pretty little thong he can just see the outline of in her tight dress, so Ran lays on a few more easy moves and thinks it’s a done deal.

Alas, he is wrong, and you and your friend leave together smiling while he races to text a booty call to meet at his place in a half-hour.

It’s all very frustrating, and Ransom hates you that much more.

Ransom has two new coats, a half-dozen new shirts, a three-piece suit, three new pairs of shoes, and he’s looking for the piece de resistance: a scarf (or several).

He loves accessories because he loves to change things up. He gets bored extremely easily, and he feels better when he treats himself.

In Hermès, he eyes a few options. He might even bother to get that one for his mother just because it has a few hideous accent colors he knows she’ll hate. Linda will still smile tightly and fake gratitude; it’s the only type of gratitude she knows. He doesn’t find anything for himself though, so he heads to the counter and recognizes the curves of a woman’s backside…in a dress that he’s seen in multiple candid tabloid shots.

How old is that garment? Jesus. Have some pride, woman.

His bored greeting startles you.

“Mr. Drysdale,” you exclaim, hand over your heart, “good to see you again.”

Is it?

“Right,” he grumbles roughly. “What brings you out of your goodie-two-shoes hole this afternoon?”

You seem excited, but in a different way than he’s ever noticed. At events, you are the picture of humility, full of genuine gratitude (and possibly the only reason he knows what that looks like), but this is something else.

The salesman returns with your order and unboxes a Birkin bag for you to inspect.

Now you’re just plain giddy, overjoyed, and vibrating, and Ransom preens a little to see Ms. High-and-Mighty so lowered as to indulge in retail therapy.

That’s a twenty-five thousand dollar bag you’re holding.

“Nice color,” Ransom chides, but he isn’t rewarded with your deterrence. You simply turn to beam at him.

“My favorite!” Your hands return to sweeping over the beautiful pebbled leather. “I had to wait for years—which is fine—“ you quickly add “—but I promised myself I’d do ten hours a week of volunteer work to earn such an extravagance.”

“Are you going to use it?”

You nod without turning back to him.

“Are you going to enjoy it?”

Another saleswoman motions to help him with the scarf he holds, and Ransom says nothing to her but drops his black card on the counter.

“Very much so,” you say quietly, almost like a confession.

“Then what’s so crazy about that?”

You giggle. You actually giggle. You don’t tell him how wrong he is or judge his spending in any way, which is surprising when that’s all those events he knows you from are for—to get him to spend money their way.

Ransom doesn’t know what compels him to stand there with his small purchase and watch while your bag gets squared away. You don’t choose to wear it out of the store, something he finds patently ridiculous because it’s a fucking Birkin and you’re about to walk out of Hermes with it in a box in another bag.

He pushes off the counter to walk out with you, an idea springing up.

“You’ve met my mother, I believe.”

Your polite smile gives nothing away. “Yes, a few times. Very briefly.”

“Her birthday is next month—” he lets an employee open the door for you both “—her sixtieth, allegedly.”

“Oh, well, tell her happy birthday for me.”

“You could come.”

Your face scrunches but whether from his offer or the bright sun on the street, he doesn’t know. His sunglasses are already on. You rummage around in what looks like a tapestry bag on the bad side of vintage for yours.

This is why you should have left using the Birkin, and he’s honestly surprised Hermès even served you looking like you do.

Where’s all that new money now, he thinks, because one bag is certainly not all of it.

“Why not? You both own businesses and run in similar circles.”

“Hugh, I don’t think—“

“Ransom,” he corrects with a sneer.

“Well, I just…” You regard him thoroughly for a long moment until a black car pulls up and its driver opens the door for you.

There it is. There’s a bit of pomp. He’s almost proud to see you being served. You’re just like him—or rather his family—in a way; you have help.

“Fine,” you say to Ransom while nodding to your driver, “text me the details, and I’ll see if I’m in town.” Even though your words are dismissive, they sound genuine and kind.

Yuck.

Your driver fishes a card from his breast pocket and curtly adds a ‘sir,’ before shutting you behind tinted windows.

Ok, so it’s not the easiest ‘yes’ he’s ever gotten. It wasn’t a ‘no’ either. Good news is that Ransom is not holding his breath. If it works, it works.

The idea is to flaunt you in front of Linda, not romantically, of course, but as a younger woman, perceived as better, more self-made, more successful, with a Birkin bag in his mother’s actual favorite color, while he gives her a scarf she’ll be revolted by. It’s perfect.

This did not at all go to plan.

Linda is supposed to be pissed. She’s supposed to be appalled and furious and have to hide that from her guests—which is most of the family, catering staff, and Harlan’s house help. She’s supposed to look at Ransom and know that he did this on purpose.

He told you not to bring a present for a reason, but he made damn sure when he picked you up that you were wearing that damn bag.

How the fuck was he supposed to know you’d go and be the dumbest bitch ever?

Linda got through two whole sentences of greeting after obviously clocking the Birkin and then turned it about her. She’s predictable that way, but you are not.

“That’s my favorite color,” she said.

“Mine too,” you said.

You both fucking laughed.

“I’ve always wanted one,” she said.

“You should have one,” you said.

He should have known right then except for on what planet does someone…

Ransom only stepped out for a few minutes to mess with Walt, smoking that sickening cigar. When he comes back in, there on the table right beside Linda is your bag. He looks around, but you aren’t in the living room. Then his mom smiles and pets the Birkin possessively.

“Oh, Ran, that girl is so sweet,” Linda coos.

Richard snorts in astonishment. “She’s really something.”

Ransom cringes at the lustful leer on his father’s face while he stares off toward the library.

What the shit?

You gave his mother your bag? After one minute of conversation?

God fucking damn it.

He has no words. Ran just purses his lips and stalks off to the other room in search of you. You’re deep in conversation with Harlan, seated across from each other in the bay windows of the library in high-backed upholstered chairs. On the floor beside your foot is a Blood Like Wine tote, partially filled.

“Grandpa,” he interrupts, leaning one arm against your chair with a questioning gaze.

“Ransom, my boy, it’s good to see you.” Before he can get a word in, Harlan waves an arthritis-gnarled hand in your direction. “Have you met my neighbor?”

“Neighbor?”

You shrug with a weak smile. “I purchased the Carlyles’ old property last year but kept my apartment in town.”

He’s thrown off by this news, thinking. “That’s walking distance from here,” Ransom says flatly.

“Yes, it is. That’s why I can find my own way home tonight.”

“Ah,” Harlan taps his nose, “so you two know each other.”

“Your grandson was kind enough to invite me.”

“And you made quite a fucking impression,” Ransom growls while putting a hand on your shoulder.

Harlan flicks Ransom away. “Don’t be creepy, son. Get the lady a drink.”

“Mr. Thrombey, please.” You stand, forcibly pushing his hand off of you. “Ransom’s your family. Why don’t I get you boys something while you catch up?”

“Whiskey, neat, two fingers,” Ransom bitterly spits, shoving the hand in his jean pocket.

Harlan tsks him with a solemn look.

“The same,” his grandfather sighs before returning your smile. “I appreciate it, dear.”

“Anytime.”

Ran fights the urge to kick your tote on the floor.

Harlan simply moves on. “One of my next novels is an intrigue of corruption, involves a non-profit, and Good Miss was enlightening me to a few details of their inner workings.”

“Glad you both can turn it off for five minutes,” Ransom grunts back.

Harlan’s sharp gaze lands on him.

“While I am glad you did not use her and lose her, as they say.”

“God, no,” Ransom groans in revulsion. “She’s here to rub Linda the wrong way…not me.” He tries to bury his self-satisfied smirk in a sweater sleeve held to his mouth.

“Charming.” Harlan means anything but charming as he looks to see you side-tracked again by a chat with Marta. “You’ve done much worse before—“ he turns to the window “—but my guess is she never has.”

Ransom’s jaw twitches. This is why he hates his family, even his favorite among them. No wonder he brought someone exclusively to annoy them, hoping to make them feel small and selfish, but he forgot something important.

They’re all like him. None of them care to be selfless. They don’t want to be charitable. They are fine being perceived that way, if necessary, if it gains them something else they want.

But.

What Harlan says gives him another idea. What if he keeps you around? They are sure to lose their minds. Harlan would be impressed (and proved wrong). Richard will be jealous (although that’s still gross). Linda would be unable to manipulate that situation (though she’ll try).

Plus, Joni will hate you instantly because you’re prettier and don’t need her snake-oil skin shit.

“Harlan,” you offer his grandfather his drink first, then turn to Ran with that irritatingly kind smile. “Hugh.”

He takes the glass and flashes pearly whites.

It’s decided. He just hopes the sex won’t be as boring as he thinks. You’re definitely not a roadhead bitch.

Although based on that damn Birkin, you are stupidly generous, so he hopes that translates to the bed…or wherever he fucks you.

“Sure your shoes can take it?”

As if he can’t walk across the fucking woods…the embers of waning alcohol all push around in his gut on the trek over to the Carlyles’ place. He hasn’t gone over there since maybe freshman year of high school during a long Christmas stay at Thrombey Manor.

He was wrong. Ran’s shoes are not fine, but he has to bury that irritation down deep while entering the warm and inviting mansion filled with your...roommates?

Four other people live in a house that you sometimes stay in: Angela, Diego, Terrell, and Luca.

Ran doesn’t fucking care. This is not some weird orgy he’s planning. He almost walks right back out and floors the Beamer back to civilization.

Mercifully, you have most of the upstairs entirely to yourself, a small suite of a bedroom, office, and bathroom neatly tucked above a quieter part of the house.

He’s surprised that you drop the tote bag and start shedding clothes so quickly.

“Sorry about them. We all went to uni together and this works as a crash-pad for the internationals.”

“No problem,” he sighs, “I know what it’s like.” They’re freeloaders, like my cousin Meg, is what they are, but Ransom keeps that thought to himself.

You offer him another drink, which Ran accepts, watching you like a hawk with sky-blue eyes.

Beneath your dress, you wear a slip, a silky satin thing that actually impresses him. He’s convinced there is thick shapewear beneath it because that just seems like a you thing to do: one sexy move, one boner killer. Instead of showing him though, you spin your finger around in front of him.

“Really,” he quips. He’s already resigned to putting his dick in either way, so he doesn’t really care.

You smile too sweetly for it to read as coy. “Make yourself useful and go to my bag.”

“That’s not a bag,” he scoffs. “Might as well be made of tissue paper.”

He still obediently wanders over to the chair you draped it over and flips back a handle. Excellent. This nearly makes up for the entire party. Ran derives a sickening amount of pleasure from knowing these condoms were stored in the Birkin his mother will now carry around with pride.

He downs the remainder of his drink and whips out a wrapper. He wouldn’t care if you didn’t have any, or didn’t want to use one, or if you made some reference to them but the lights were off and didn’t check. The lights are still on though, and you’ve pointed him right to them. He’ll play ball. He hopes you play with balls, too. He hopes this is fun instead of just mediocre. He prepares himself to be actively bored, however, because that’s the most likely scenario.

It’s his usual MO. Works like a charm. Start out slow and teasing—girls tend to think it’s sensual but he’s being lazy (and they beg soon anyway)—until he can take over in exactly whatever fashion he wants. Except you don’t quite let things unfold that way.

He expects you to want him to kiss you, but you playfully turn away each time he advances. You swat his hands when he tries to touch you, only to grab the hem of his sweater and rip it off him. You don’t wait for him to unbutton his jeans before sliding cool fingers down past the band of his boxers.

Fuck, he does like it when they're forward.

He pops the button, pushes the zipper, and shuffles out of the heavy cotton while you get a good hold of him. Ransom doesn’t care that your hands are soft, just rough enough for friction and nothing more, and he doesn’t really care that your slip is still on because he’s figured something else out.

You’re not wearing underwear. He’s not sure if you were but tossed them aside while he grabbed the condom, or perhaps you’ve been speaking with his family for the better part of two hours with your cunt kissed by the same air they were all breathing, but he’s happy about it.

Ransom leans forward to you again, but instead of letting him kiss you, you look down to spit in your hand and work him harder.

“The sooner you suit up…” you taunt him, glancing at the wrapper still clutched in Ran’s hand, “sooner you get in for the night.”

He’s been with bossy doms before—not his favorite—but this is different. His instinct is that you want a show of it, maybe you want to see him touch himself, maybe you want to see his face as the tight latex is rolled down his throbbing cock, but you hold his gaze while turning your body away from him.

Since he doesn’t have to play up how he looks, Ran focuses on the expanse of skin across your back. There’s so much more than your dress showed, yet not enough, and it’s beautiful. He thinks about the same, smooth skin that must be stretched across your ass and rolls his hips against the fabric while his mouth maps your neck and shoulders.

Not romantically, of course, he’s not trying to make you feel better—you are more than capable of feeling yourself, but Ransom enjoys a little taunting of his own now and then.

His hands move to cup your breasts, and fuck, did you not have a bra on earlier either? This day is full of surprises.

His intense rutting coupled with teasing your taut nipples makes your slip catch between your ass cheeks, and he angles his dick to press through the apex of your thighs, taking the satin with him.

Pretty skin beneath his lips, pretty noises ringing in his ears, Ran pulls away.

The fresh wet spot on your slip sticks to the condom when he looks down at his demanding erection.

You’re ready. He’s ready.

Fuck, Ransom is so ready, and you know it, climbing onto the edge of your bed to get comfortable presented in all your glory, all the lights on, fingers already teasing and working yourself open.

This is already way better than he expected. He doesn’t have to work. He doesn’t have to try. He doesn’t have to fake interest. You handle your clit like the expert you are on yourself, and Ran works himself up, sheathed and thrusting in you like the expert he is on himself. Pleasure for pleasure, and fuck is it pleasurable.

His fist holds onto the bundled satin across the small of your back, and you make natural escalating noises.

It sounds genuine.

Shit, when was the last time he didn’t get annoyed at some bitch hamming up her moans? Not that it distracted him from coming, no, he could get him whether she was dramatic or an awkward, silent one. Takes more effort when he has to ignore something she’s doing though.

Then you demand he goes faster, and he’s into it. Then you come with a groan that’ll haunt his hindbrain, and he can feel the massaging grip and release. Then you take his balls in hand, tugging gently, and he fucking loses it.

He feels the hot flood of his cum into the condom as your walls still ripple against him.

Damn, he doesn’t even care if you made him wrap up. That was fucking satisfying. It wasn’t even complicated, but you came and he came and that’s all he needed.

Ransom hasn’t been at a girl’s place in a while (certainly not without his car ready to get away) because he prefers to kick them out and already be home, but his hookups are usually clinging to the idea of staying the night.

You immediately go to the bathroom, clean up, and—now completely naked—stand at the foot of the bed.

“You good, Hugh? I’m on a call with Beijing in fifteen, so take your time—“ you button up a plain, blue shirt, your nipples showing right through “—or sleep or whatever. I’ll be a bit.”

“Only the help calls me Hugh.” It’s all he can come up with while he stares at your breasts and contemplates why he feels a bit used.

He got off, you’re not clinging to him, and you’ve given him an easy out. If he had to describe his perfect fucking date, this would be it, and his gut twists oddly just thinking about being dismissed.

You don’t miss a beat, heading for the door with only panties and the shirt on. Your ass pops out easily from under the hem.

“Suppose I’ll see you at the Kennedy thing next weekend, huh?”

Ran slaps his hand over his face, remembering there’s another fucking event coming up. “Yeah. Is that the stupid inner-city garden initiative?”

You hum in response, grabbing something else out of your flimsy purse tote. He better not see you carry that fucking thing around in front of actual fucking people. You don’t see him staring at your ass through his fingers before you swivel back around.

“If you need something, text me. Don’t knock.”

He snorts, knowing that he wouldn’t stay if a girl paid him to.

For one shining moment, you turn to beam at him. “Thanks for making it quick,” you chirp with a wink and shut the door behind you.

You goddamn wink at him after chucking him into the quickie category in your own mansion.

What the fuck?

Out of spite, he should just sleep here, he thinks. Let Harlan question why the Beamer is still in the drive. Let Walt stare at the car and know Ransom can get better pussy than that twat has had in a lifetime. Let Linda…

Hell, let Linda do whatever the fuck she wants and let Richard think whatever the fuck he wants.

Ransom takes his own naked walk of glory to the bathroom and does just that—he sleeps in a hookup’s bed all night, completely pleased with himself and his control of the situation.

a/n: Honest to god, this was supposed to be a one-shot. Genuinely, I swear. Now that I've plotted it out though...there was no way. I just personally don't really like more than 5k per Tumblr post. Too easy to lose your place. This way we stick with a three-ish-act structure, too. Squee! Hope you enjoyed this, and please let me know what you think in comments, reblogs, or anon asks!

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Could I request for fem reader running away after a fight with (Miko, and Ei separated) but they both go searching for reader and make up-? ( you can add some spice if you want ;)

Make You Come Back

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Yae Miko, Ei

Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters (separate)

Warnings: extremely vanilla smut (yae’s part), hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis: A shorter piece for this wonderful ask (that inspired another train wreck of a fic :)

Ei:

Typically, Ei prefers people who are independent and warriors. She only respects those who are willing to fight for what they believe in and those who are strong enough to pursue greater things. So the fact that she sees you as a pathetic, helpless, little thing, means that she won't budge from her role as your protector. You can't reason with her. One of the few times you hear her laugh is when you hold up a sword and challenge her to a duel.

She's never going to take you seriously.

"You are like a light that must be protected. A tiny candle that must be shielded from the storm."

Ironic that she'd say such a thing, when she is the one who commands them.

You sigh and shake your head. You miss going to the beach by yourself. Swimming and floating with the ocean waves. You can practically feel your muscles deteriorating from their lack of use over the past few months. But Ei's having none of it. And who are you to defy an archon?

Her words are starting to get to you.

Tiny.

Helpless.

Weak.

You can't endure much more of this slander. You've been patient for long enough. Her comments about your fragility used to only be occasional, but now she mentions it whenever you see her. It's accumulating to be something you listen to her say multiple times a day. And you hate that you prove her right by letting her shut down any arguments you make.

That has to stop.

This has to end.

You're so sick of it all.

The frustration festers inside of you until it morphs into anger, which in turn builds into resentment. Your anger quickly projects onto other people. You yell at people who don't deserve it. Scare a number of shopkeepers into giving you items for free. You watched Itto literally launch himself over a stack of crates to get out of your way as you headed up to the palace. The fog of war and anger covers your thoughts. Yelling at others isn't helping.

You want her to listen to you.

Sara does not take kindly to your back talk. You may be the shogun's special one, but you're still a citizen of Inazuma, she can still arrest you.

You dare her to do it.

She shakes her head and ignores your taunting.

You're a light. A small candle, but even a small flame is still powerful. It can grow into a violent thing. In fact, fire is inherently dangerous to begin with. What a tragic thing it is for people to need reminding of.

Ei takes your snappy quips and angry attitude even worse than her general. She hasn't done anything wrong.

She's never wrong.

You lose it when she says that. It's the final straw for you. You instantly start yelling at her. Ranting and going off about how she doesn't respect you, that she doesn't even see you as a person. You're just a helpless puppy that she has to protect. You're not anything but a charity case in her eyes. Someone weaker to compare herself to that will make her feel better about herself. Well fuck that. You're not going to listen to her insult you anymore. She can go find another starry eyed, delusional follower to do that. There's plenty of people she can pick from.

You feign and exaggerate your "respectful" goodbye and storm out of her room. You're not a fire. You're a flood. You're going back to the place that makes you feel free.

Ei stands there in shock after she watches you leave. She's never seen you in such a state. She's never heard you raise your voice unless it was to call someone out from afar. She didn't expect to feel so guilty after seeing you disappear after you closed the sliding screen door.

Perhaps she was too much. It's hard for humans to accept their weaknesses.

Perhaps it's that you're in a bad mood. Clearly you're angry.

Are you really... angry at… her?

Ei thinks about the situation, but she becomes more and more uncomfortable as she realizes that it's her fault that you're so upset. This tense feeling doesn't ease up, only morphs and grows. Now she feels uncomfortable and guilty and more than anything, worried.

Worried about you.

Worried about your relationship.

Worried that she's messed up in a way that means you won't forgive her.

She exits the palace and ignores the guards when they ask her where she's going or if she needs help.

That must've been how you wanted to do things.

Ei needs to find you right now.

She starts walking through the city. She can't feel your presence among the crowds. You're nowhere nearby. She follows the traces of electro from the special pendant she gave you a while back. Her heart clenches at the thought that despite your anger towards her, you kept the necklace on.

Dread washes over her.

Or maybe… you took it off, and the trail is only leading her away from you. Ei makes it out of the city, and surprises herself when she starts running. She's lost so much time. She can't afford to let you be angry at her for much longer.

She had to apologize.

Before it's too late.

She almost collapses when she finds the pendant on the beach, dumped on the sands.

Her heart sinks.

She vaguely hears the sloshing of water and soft steps on the beach, making their way towards her. She assumes it's some Nobushi lacky. She doesn't even bother to draw her weapon. Which is good for you, because your voice reaches her ears before you step too close for her to accidentally cuts you down.

Her head whips up towards you, and she reaches her hand out, regret written all over her face.

It's the first time you've seen her like this. She usually tries to cover her mistakes by resolving to do better. But right now, she's living in a moment where she can't do that.

You don't even have to ask what she's doing before she cuts in.

"I’m… sorry. I shouldn't have taken away your freedom. I want to protect you but not at the cost of your happiness."

"Ei," you shake your head, "I don't need you to protect me. I can take care of myself. I'm tougher than you think." You can tell she still doesn’t believe you. Words are cheap making such a claim. You take her by the wrist and raise her hand so it circles your throat.

You look her dead in the eyes. "Go on. Test me. You should see for yourself how resilient I am."

Ei's hand makes contact with your skin, and you can instantly feel your body tingling with the surge of power coming from her. You know you're inviting her to break you.

What a thrilling idea.

Yae Miko:

Yae Miko does not get jealous.

Others are jealous of her.

So don't even think for a second that the reason she's all over you now is because she was jealous of those other women, who were far too close and too touchy for her liking. She certainly wasn't jealous of that stupid little toy of yours that you cuddle at night instead of her. And she definitely isn't jealous of all the attention you give to that Kamisato girl, even when Yae is standing right next to you.

Yae Miko is never wrong either.

So when she decided it was your turn to be ignored by her, it was justified. It was justified for her to let you storm away after angrily yelling about how she hasn't even told you what's wrong or why she's suddenly ignoring you. And it was justified when she suddenly showed up at your house to reinsert herself back into your life.

She obviously wasn't here because she was apologizing. She was never wrong after all.

But you know the truth. You can always figure out her thoughts by her actions. Yae Miko can twist words all she likes, but the way she grips your thighs and bites at your flesh reveals her true intentions.

She's desperate. Pathetically so.

Yae Miko cannot live without you.

She needs your eyes to always be on her. She needs your hands on her skin. She needs your mouth to say her name.

Yes. Like that.

She thrusts into you.

Do it again.

Cry it out.

Scream so loud the whole island hears you.

Repeat it like a mantra, like a prayer.

Don't worry.

Yae Miko is here to save you.

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tparker48 · 6 months

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A football game would be underway in the field of jesper university, the marching band playing for the beginning of the playoffs. Near the left of the field, players grouped together as they journey through the cemented hallway to the locker rooms further down the way. They scattettered to their own corners of the room, changing from the regular to their cleats and gear as they prepared for the game ahead.

As the refs moved through the room, one of them stopped as they looked to the others, hiding behind a corner.

"Alright, Phase one completed" Tylind whispered, taking off his Disguise as he tossed them to closet.

He peeked over the corner of the wall to the players inside, the linebackers moving past past as they moved through the pathways. the players were bulky this season, by the way their buttocks hugging from their shorts he could only imagine how tight they were. He moved between a small gap near the office, hiding in the shadows as he eyed the men through the double windows.

He grabbed a vile he snagged from the nerds in labbing hall, a transformation serum they've been working on. Be a lab rat for them a few times and you seem to be beneficial for favors. That and being a diary for their scientific rants. He twisting the cork clogging the opening, downing it as it syrupy liquid flowed down his throat. It tasted like Niquil, but flowed fast enough before the aftertaste kicked in.

When the familiar vibration spread around his body, he clenched his body and changed forms.

He turned hself into a slim line feather, rocking himself into the gust from the passing football players as it carried him over the lockers. He rose to the top of the gust, now able to see a bird's eye view of the entire locker room. bare quarterbacks joked amongst themselves in a center passage in the middle, while the others roughhoused with their towels near bathrooms in the left hand corner.

There were so many to choose from his eyes could see, from the shortest player on the team to one that were built like barrels. He nearly lost his flight pattern at the thought of wiggling between one of their asses. But only one question remained now, which one was he going to choose?

He scaled for potential candidates, his eyes darting to a player sitting near the water fountain. Their build was huskierthan the others, their number sign stretching of their chest as if they were taffy. Perhaps that one could be a good. He eyed them for a little while, watching them shift as they scratched at their jersey. Each scratch sent a streak through the black fabric, skin filling its space as muscle jiggled beneath.

No, he thought to himself, he was willing to endure anything to get close to that body, but he wouldn't risk becoming the next fashion tear just for a quick sniff.

He looked to the other players, eying their muscular physique and how they wear their clothed. Nearly all of them had such poor conditioning, their pants tainted with after practice stain while other had patches seeping from them. At the rate it was looking, he'd find the perfect ass before the players left for the game. He hastened his search, floating over lockers like a saucer as he searched for the perfect candidate.

Flying near the entrance to the shower, He spotted one changing in front of single locker. Their pants already dropped down as they surrounded his ankles.

His eyes lit up, eying the football player. "And who is this?" He looked to their jersey, his name placed in bold over their number. Reagan.

He never seen him around the rest of the team. Must be one of the runner ups for this season, he thought to himself. The mere size of him was a sight to behold, their tanned bicips squeezed at the other arm, their thighs pulsing with flexing muscle. And the ass, god the ass, it was light a set of bubbles wrapped behind him. Like a wobbly beachball as they stepped in place. Amongst his starry eyed gaze, he decision was decided.

This one, he was to ride with this one.

He lowered himself to the ground, flapping his tips to keep the keep afloat just enough to get him close. He landed along the thong between the Reagan's legs, as thin as a strip of tape as it laid amongst the padded pile. he fused himself with the undergarments, gazing above at the towering player.

Reagan's physique was even better up close, his thighs the main attraction as they pulsed and squished together in place. Tylin's lips smacked with anticipation, looking to the tendered glutes that stacked ontop of the mountainous thighs. He wondered how soft they'd be when he was in between them. Their smooth ends rubbing into him like the underwear he was. He could hardly wait.

His mind turned silent when Reagan started to bend, his hands gripping at the waistband of the thong as they climbed up the legs length. The trip was a hastened one, the thighs filling the thin holes the closer he got to his waist. Before Tylin knew, the giant ass was right ontop of him, assimilating the lining of his face into the bubbled crack with a swift tug.

The muscles were as warm as hot biscuits, blubbery walls rolling beneath him wile the mounds dimmed the little light from the surface of the crack. The strap cushioned against the crinkled star with a firm but gentle pinch from its folds. The space felt so humid, huskier compared to the outside. He flossed himself against the tender ring, its scent mixing with his back to the rest of the thong.

Reagan's moans echoed from the outside, his high pitched hum vibrating through the walls as if it were made of water. Peristaltic groans followed behind it, growing louder as the ring behind him nipped at the thong. A ghastly fart seeped from the wrinkled folds, the muscular walls gulping the air in pockets of flesh as they rolled through the glutes. They traveled out from the ass in muffled bursts, the space around starting to jiggle as Reagan let out a sharp huff.

"Damn that felt good." He hears him say, the flesh compacting together as the sound of tight pants slid along the surface of the ass. Even from here, he could picture its globed surface, muscle rolling over the other as the silked fabric succumbed to its force.

A whistle blew from outside, Reagan's thighs starting to move as cleats tapped at the floor. Their heavy thumps boomed like a heartbeat, the player traversing through the lockers like a colossal titan as he made his way to the outside. Grumbles echoed behind Tylin, another dose of the ass' warm gas meeting him as carbon radiated the bubbled space.

Even without his nose, he wiggled to catch its ripe scent to marinate it into the fabric. But it seemed to only fan it away as they escaped past giant low hangers. Damn, he thought to himself, feeling the heated air turn warm before another burst came through. It reeked of dairy products, spoiled by his intestines as sulfur carried in its wind. It tickled his face like a nose hair, teasing him to sniff at the foul air.

With the walls compacting, it urged the feeling more as sweat from the tender skin soaked into his very being. But the swift Whistles in the distance brought him out his gaze.

players called out plays as trampled grass lingered around, Reagan chatting to them for strategies to use on the field. The thighs grinded like gears into his face, smothering in the mixture of fresh cut grass and musk as it lathered into the thong. A regular pair would crumple at such mere pressure, but tylin was too determined to let that happen. Too horny to let it pass him.

Hours passed since the game started, the sound of cleats and shouts echoing through the flesh. The space became more damp than when he first came inside, every wiggle sending a press at his back as sweat soaked into him. He could taste the sour salt seep onto his flat face, the earthy scent from beyond the ring's surface as a green stain formed along his lip.

He was in complete heaven, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he basked in its stench. The walls acted like a dome, a private spa for only him to enjoyed. He relished at the thought, taking his new activity to bask in the ass he took in. But the more he sniffed, the more his decision altered.

This player's ass was too good to pass up, too good to let go. By the time the game had ended, Tylin finally had his answer. He was staying like this, forever to enjoy the player's farts and squishes.

The walls squeezed as the sound of cleats clicked at the floor, buckless unsnapping before the space decompressed to their jiggling selves. A Finger eased itself between the mounds, grabbing a portion of muscle as they soaked into the sweat covered walls. They pulled the ass apart like a curtain, revealing the outside where a mirror face him. He squinted to keep his presence hidden, Reagan's gaze looking through the reflection.

"Damn, I really messe these thing up.." He said, easing another blast of gas as he sandwiched his glutes together. "I'll give them a wash later."

He fondled the thin thong, poking at the center as it pushed into his rear end. Tylin grunted silently, the finger guiding him to the funnel of his asshole. The tender flesh gummed at his back, folding him over the finger as its tip scratched at the soft corners of the rectal walls. The soft squelches were exquisite, intimate as the ass kissed the entirety of his face. The finger dug more, a fart bubble phasing through him as the ring raced to take the empty space for its own. Tylin's vision was dark, but he didn't care about that, his mind locked on the feeling of being used. Of being the player's underwear.

When the scratches ended, the ring pulled the finger out from its embrace, leaving his face wedged between its clammed folds. The muffled clap that followed signaled that the deed was done, the sound of pants pulling up sealing his decision. Forevermore, he was going to be the football player's underwear. Hauled away by Reagan as he ventured out into the field. For others in his position it be a nightmare, but to Tylin, it was anything but.

It was a dream come true, and it was a dream he was going to cherish to its fullest.

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