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How To Break In Your Darling 101

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥ Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Choi Soobin

Series Masterlist ! you're reading: part3

➯a/n: gawd DAMN. okay i really didn't expect this to be such a hit but you guys are eating it up (and so am i) sooo here we go part three babyyyy

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, smut, non-con. DEAD DOVE RIP. non-con disclaimer: non-con is NOT okay in real life. this is ONLY EVER acceptable in FICTIONAL settings. (and even then it's fucked up). if you're genuinely curious as to why i write non-con, see the "psychoanalyses" on my pinned post.

♫Darling 101 Soundtrack♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: you will probably want to slap me towards the end, the beginnings of stockholm syndrome, lowkey dollification: reader wears traditionally girly clothes and has no control over it, non-descript period (no babies let's gooo), infantilization / dumbification, forced affection, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, threats of murder (not towards reader), they have definitely murdered someone before, yunho is a sadist is every sense of the word. DUB CON: sex as a coping mechanism, reader described as having boobs big enough to squeeze, subby soobin (whaaat no wayyyy?), hickeys, body worship (reader rec), light slapping + degradation (soobin rec), unprotected

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Lesson Sixteen: I Love You

You snuggle closer to Soobin, hugging him from behind.

You can't sleep. You've been having trouble with that a lot lately. The only truly restful sleep you get is after you've been sexual with them — because your body well and true gives out. And your mind isn't in much better of a state. Stuck drowned in pleasure and choked by guilt for it.

If you've just been with Yunho, it's exhaustion from being thrown around and fucked within an inch of your life all while he simultaneously degrades and praises you. He doesn't stop until you're a sobbing mess. You've learned to stop fighting your tears.

With Soobin, it's more from your muscles burning from riding him — he can't get enough after the first time you'd done it. Mental exhaustion more than from your heart pounding because he lets you set the pace, and you usually go slow. But it fucks with your head the way he looks up at you with stars in his eyes and moans how much he loves you.

After the both of them together, you can't even move. For one, because they trap you between their bodies while holding you. And for two, they seem to have a silent competition going on — who can make you cum more. It gets even worse if you start squirting from the overstimulation.

Your body is used to their near feralness by now. But your mind is still lagging behind. Still being rewired.

You just want to sleep; it's the only escape you get, really.

Dragging your hands along his stomach softly, you shuffle a bit. "...Soobin?"

"Mhm?" He moans tiredly, melting into your touch.

Anything you give to him, he soaks it up like he's been starved of affection his entire life — even when that's not the case. Yunho is affectionate, in his own ways, and he's spoke fondly about their late parents.

Maybe it's just the fact that it's you.

During your time here, you've been able to confirm what was already a suspicion based on the way he stares at you doing literally anything. Based on the way he is perfectly okay with keeping you away from the world, even if it means sharing you with his older brother.

Soobin is more than obsessed with you.

He watches every single movement you make — not in the same way Yunho does. Soobin watches like he's admiring a piece of art; afraid to touch lest he smudge the tiniest detail, and Yunho is watching for any little mistake you might make to correct you with a stern hand.

You didn't catch onto it at first, but a few nights ago you realized that he'd even changed the way he holds his fork to mirror the way you do. Whether he does it consciously or not, that really drove home how deep his obsession runs to you.

"I can't sleep," you whisper over the sound of the rotating fan.

He's immediately turning over in your arms to face you, sleepy eyes peering down at you as he wraps his arms around you. "Better?"

"Mh, thank you, Binie," you sigh while pressing your head against his chest. "Like it when you hold me."

He feels the way you tense up a few moments after the words are mumbled. You didn't mean to say anything more than 'thank you', it just slipped out.

"What?" He breathes out, holding you tighter as you fidget. His heart is already beating painfully fast. Any tiny bit of praise or appreciation you show him goes straight into feeding the soul consuming obsession he has. Needing to hear more, needing to be even better. Needing you to love him the way he loves you.

You shake your head, burying your face deeper into the fabric of his shirt. "Nothing."

"Not nothing," he pouts as he pulls you closer, draping a leg over your hip, "want to hear you say it again." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "please, angel?"

You let out a soft sigh into his chest as he pets the back of your head. You're a lot less hesitant to give into their demands. Especially when they're such easy ones. "I like it when you hold me."

That one is easy, because it's true. You like it when he holds you, when you cuddle or lay side by side in his bed. You much prefer it to sleeping in Yunho's bed.

Soobin feels safe. He's hurt you, he's held you captive and forced you to do things that make your gut churn when you think about them too long — but he's the lesser evil by far.

"I love you." He says in a heartbeat, and it makes your ears burn.

Thinking too much, too fast, the second the words fall past his lips; you're tearing up from the onslaught of emotions. You just want to sleep and you know that's not going to happen — definitely not now.

So, "take your clothes off." Your voice trembles as you press your hands against his chest and push away from him, avoiding his gaze.

There's one thing you know will tire you out; and if he's in a particularly 'need-to-please' mood, you can vent some of your emotions without risking being punished — especially without Yunho around.

You learned about it by accident. He was being too pushy and the word 'no' wasn't coming out of your throat like you wanted it to. It hadn't left your lips in what feels like weeks. Your body acted for you. Shoved him off of you and slapped him across the face before either of you knew what was happening.

And he liked it.

Disgustingly enough, you find yourself liking it as well.

Cupping his jaw as you crawl on top of him, grinding your naked body against his — you like it. That slightly dazed look in his doe eyes as he looks up at you, shy hands on your hips.

"Hit me." He pants softly, eyebrows pinching together as you trace a hand down and ghost your fingers over his nipple. "I know you want to. I can take it."

You do want to. And you hate him for knowing that just by looking at you. He's studied you all to well.

"Shut up," you groan as you shove him back down by his shoulders when he comes to try and kiss your neck.

You don't try and make him wear a condom, not even when you appear to be the one in charge. He always whines and whines and manages to slip it off — if he lets you put one on in the first place.

You haven't dared to ask Yunho to use one after you were nearly choked unconscious the first time you did so.

They're both downright obsessed with cumming inside of you and you can't do anything other than pray that the stress of everything is keeping you from getting pregnant.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Soobin's panicky moans bring you back to reality and you're hit full force with pleasure dialed up to one hundred as you swirl your hips over his. "Oh my god, angel- angel, please!"

"You're so f-fucking pathetic." Why does it make my heart flutter? You bite your lip as he grips your waist, moving faster even with his hands tight on you.

"I can't help it," he admits quickly, swallowing the pool of spit that nearly dribbles over his lips as he watches you like he's afraid to blink. "So good, you're so fucking good, I can't-"

He's moaning even louder than you are as you bring your palm across his cheek. Bucking his hips up into you and making you fall over top of him; yelping as he wraps his arms around you and locks them together. "Ha-" You pant, tears stinging your eyes before you blink them away quickly and manage a small, breathless laugh, "fucking loser."

His eyes roll back into his head as he whines deeply, the most serious pout on his lips when you say, "stop." But, like his natural state is to submit to you — he does.

His arms sprawl bonelessly, his legs fidgeting as you stay still atop of him. "Please-" His short lived attempt gets him another smack across his reddened cheek.

You moan quietly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, your body soaking up the evidence that he loves being treated like this — as long as you're the one doing it, you think he might enjoy anything.

"Come here," you huff while grabbing his wrists, bringing his hands to your chest and instinctually clenching around him as he starts squeezing and kneading them. "Fuck.." They're extra sensitive tonight, and Soobin always touches them just right.

When you lean down, he's immediately tilting his head back and exposing his neck to you. Taking in every bit of your attention that he possibly can, taking what you give him and reveling in it even as his cock aches with the need for release.

"You're gonna make me cum," he shivers while you suck on his neck roughly, his hands shaking as he kneads your chest in his palms. "So soft..."

The airy curse he lets out when you start rolling your hips again stirs you on. Something deep inside of you being pleased that you're making him fall apart. "Are you?" You huff softly with effort as you lift yourself up just a fraction of an inch before slamming back down.

Both of your eyes roll back, and his grip on your chest gets near painful before he realizes; quickly letting go and bending down to kiss every inch of skin on them that he can.

"Fuck-" You groan as you readjust yourself, hugging his head to your chest while you ride him. The way he looks up at you through his lashes, stars and hearts in his eyes while his tongue is lapping at your nipple is what does it for you; throwing you right into a boiling pot of ecstasy.

"Ohhh, fucking-" You choke on your words as your spasming cunt continues against your will, squeezing him against all of the most sensitive and delicious parts inside of you and subsequently milking him for all his worth.

He's a mess of moans and praises beneath you, his hands clumsily grabbing at every part of you he can reach like you might disappear in the few blissful seconds of his mind going blank with pure unadulterated pleasure.

But there you are when he comes back down to Earth, panting against his collarbones as you slump on top of him; your fingers still tangled in his hair.

Over the thudding of his heart and the symphony of your mixed breathing and satisfied moans — he almost doesn't hear it. The soft, tired whisper of:

"I love you."

Lesson Seventeen: Warmth

The warmth of the concrete soaks into your body and soothes the aches that have come along with your period.

After the initial shock, you were flooded with relief. You thought for sure you'd have to be pregnant by now, with how simultaneously insatiable and irresponsible the brothers are. Instead of thanking God or thanking the universe — you thank your body. For knowing. For rejecting them no matter how frequent they may be.

Soobin said you deserved something nice to distract you, and Yunho was less eager about it; rolling his eyes and saying you shouldn't get special treatment just because of your period. But it was his idea to let you sit in the garage — during the day. In the sunshine for the very first time since your 'arrival'.

You lay on your back on the sun-heated ground, your head in Soobin's lap as you stare out into the field, your fingers dancing precariously with the line in the concrete that separates the garage and the driveway.

"Feeling better?" Yunho asks from the doorway, leaning against it.

You lift your head from Soobin's lap and sit up with a groan, "a little bit. Thank you, Sir."

"Mh," he nods, scanning you slowly. You hate when he does that. You feel like he's searching your soul to try and find whatever will make you tick that day.

Swallowing past the growing lump in your throat, you look down at the clothes you're wearing. Soft, pastel shorts and one of his large white t-shirts.

The small but growing collection of your clothes is in Yunho's room, it's just easier that way — at least that's what he says. He is the one who picks your clothes every day, after all. It makes sense you suppose.

Only, today, he didn't pick them out for you; Soobin did. He did good, you thought. You're comfortable. Well, you were until Yunho started scrutinizing your appearance with nothing other than his gaze.

Should you apologize? Should you say something? You aren't allowed-

"You should wear our clothes more often." Is the last thing you expected him to say. Your overthinking has been horrible these past few days, and now you know your cycle is partly to blame for your flood of emotions.

You only nod, confused.

He smiles, a soft and genuine twitch of his lips as he pushes himself off the door frame. "Five more minutes, then come eat."

"Yes, Sir."

Soobin shares the smile with him, a silent communication between them. How proud they are of how far you've come. How sweet and docile you are — how compliant they've made you.

He really owes his older brother a lot of the credit. But he deserves some too, he knows he does as you lay your head back in his lap without being prompted.

Their contradictory personalities work perfectly in tandem to keep you right where they want you; tip-toeing the line of fear and true submission and lately — even going out of your way to seek their affection.

Not trading it or doing so because they say. Of your own free, but admittedly broken, will.

The time passes all too quickly and you leave the garage before the door can fully close. You don't like hearing it clunk shut. Hearing it echo, reminding you that you're trapped.

You timidly find your way next to Yunho, sitting beside him like he always asks you to in return for him cooking. "Thank you," you whisper as he slides you a bowl.

"You're welcome, doll," he says with a gentle pat to your head.

Lunch is quiet, save for some small conversation the brothers make and the clinking of utensils. They rarely bring you into the conversation, but you prefer it that way. You just listen and sit silently when you're done.

You almost choke on your water when Yunho stands up and picks up your bowl, carrying it with his own to the sink. They don't make you do their dishes, but they have never interjected since you started doing so to have something to do.

"Why don't you pick something to watch, sweetheart?"

You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment before looking towards Soobin. You can usually always tell if something is a test by the look on his face. He's lived through them all — in one way or another.

He's smiling at you so softly that your heart jumps a bit. The smallest nod of his head telling you 'it's okay'.

"O-okay." You mutter it like it's a question as you slowly stand, glancing over your shoulder with every other step you take to the living room.

But it's not a test. And it's not a reward for passing one either. It's just Yunho being kind.

The only thing he asks for in return whenever he joins you on the couch is for you to rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn't know when his lust festered into something deeper, something that makes him want to hold you — not just hold you down. He's tried ignoring it, tried putting himself to the sidelines for Soobin's sake. But it's been more and more difficult each day as you keep behaving. As you keep being perfect for him.

He knows his poor baby brother is head over heels for you and he can tell by the way he chews on his cheek while looking at you in the corner of his eye that he doesn't like sharing.

He feels guilty for taking your affection from him. Maybe Binie deserves to have you all to himself-

No, that's bullshit. He feels angry. Envious. Greedy. He deserves good things every once in a while. He wants you to snuggle into him like you do with Soobin; so soft and trusting, not tensed up and afraid.

He knows he's responsible for making you that way. But he's still pissed about it. Once you've fully settled in, he'll work on that some more. Maybe cut you off from physical contact with Soobin so you have no one else to turn to. Maybe-

He looks over and catches you yawning for the fifth time in the last half hour.

"C'mere, pretty girl," Yunho hums lowly over the TV. Pulling your tired body into his lap with easy, he lets you slump against him. "Binie kept you up, hm?"

You don't answer, already dead asleep with your face buried in the crook of his neck; his warmth and the subtle cologne he wears luring you straight into your dreams.

Lesson Eighteen: Turn It Off

His lips against your pulse feels like a threat.

But you melt beneath them.

Your legs spread with a mind of their own when his palms press against them, making room for him without a fight. You hear the saccharine praise roll off his tongue like a far off static and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies even as it simultaneously makes your heart clench painfully.

His hands are everywhere. There's too many of them. Pining your wrists to the bed, spreading your legs, touching everywhere. He's everywhere.

You can't breathe. You don't need to. His lips are on yours and that's all you need. Oxygen seems like a second thought.

Tears won't stop streaming down your face but you feel so good. Maybe that's why.

It shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't feel good. You repeat it like a mantra but it doesn't change the fact that it does. It does feel good. It does feel good.

His fingertips swipe up your tears, a pleased smirk as he looks down at you.

"Fucking crybaby." Yunho whispers.

Your eyes snap open, a scream stuck in your throat as you flail within the sheets.

What the fuck? What the fuck? No. No. You did not just have a dream about Yunho.

Not a dream, that was a nightmare.

You yelp as a hand comes into soft contact with your side, squeezing lightly. "What are you doing?" Yunho hums hoarsely, sleep clear in his tone.

It's his turn to have you sleep in his bed. You're on a rotation, back and forth. You wish you weren't. You wish a lot of things.

"Why are you crying?" He groans as he sits up, eyeing you intently.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, whispering, "just a nightmare."

"About what?"

About you.

"I don't remember." You answer quickly, sniffling as he slides his hand up your side.

"Lay down, baby," he snakes his arm around and presses you down with his hand between the valley of your breast; feeling your rapid heartbeat beneath it. "No need to be afraid, c'mere."

He turns you onto your side, moving you like you're a doll; like that's all you are. When he cuddles up behind you, pulling your back to his chest, you feel his half-hardness against you.

You think he might take your clothes off like he usually does when you cry so hard you start having trouble breathing. But he surprises you — and he doesn't.

"You don't have to be scared, sweetheart," he mumbles into your shoulder, leaving a soft kiss. "Nothing can hurt you while you're with me."

You can't fall asleep after that, even as his grip loosens a bit and his breathing evens out.

Your brain won't stop. It's a whirlpool, no matter what you do it only drags you deeper. From thoughts of your family to trying to deal with all of the confusing thoughts that that nightmare has brought you and how you told Soobin you love him a few days ago.

It's no use trying to sleep. You can't stop thinking about how long you've been here — trying to figure out exactly how long that might be. You're wondering if people are still looking for you. If you should have put something else in the letter.

The morning comes and Yunho practically drags you to the table. You usually cry your eyes out when faced with the prospect of spending another day with them, but today there's only a single tear for Soobin to wipe.

You usually fight Yunho on him telling you to leave the door open when you shower, you glare at him until he takes a single step forward and then you're cowering like a frightened puppy. But today you just take the clothes he hands you and start undressing before he even leaves the doorway.

"You feeling okay?" He hums as he leans his shoulder against the frame of the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He's come to enjoy your little fights each day, that little spark of disobedience before he snuffs it out.

"I'm fine, Sir."

"Hm," he scans your body slowly as you get into the shower before you pull the curtain shut. "If you say so."

You wait for him to tell you to do something after you sit on the edge of his bed. Rearranging the blouse you wear, fluffing up the skirt, trying to make yourself as presentable as possible. You have no idea why.

Only, he doesn't tell you anything to do. He sits silently at his desk, all but ignoring your presence as he works. He didn't even look at you when you came in.

You're about to push yourself up, hands landing on his bed when you realize it's not made. That's something to do. So you do it.

Smooth out the sheet, fix the pillows, and drape the blanket over it. Then you're back to sitting and waiting. You can't see the small smirk Yunho has.

Yunho is many things, and stupid is not one. He can tell you're slipping further and further, leaning more into them. You just need a few more little pushes.

He tried to get Soobin to do it instead, because it's clear that you find more comfort in him, but he couldn't commit. He cracked the second you started pouting for his attention.

Humans crave interaction, validation, affection.

Yunho isn't even acknowledging your existence.

"Sir?" You peep quietly, still deathly afraid of speaking first because every time you have; it's earned you a spanking.

But he doesn't snap, he doesn't tell you you've earned a strike, he doesn't do anything.

"...Yunho?"

His finger twitches over his mouse. You know better than that. He only lets you get away with saying his name when he's touching you. But he bites back his anger and sighs, continuing his work.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?" You stand up slowly. You can't pinpoint why — but you need him to answer you. "Is there something-"

"Jesus, shut up."

He turns around in his chair and you immediately falter, shrinking beneath his deadly gaze. "Sorry, Sir." You fall back to sit on the bed, feeling his eyes lingering as you slump.

"Sit up straight," he says plainly as he turns back around, watching in the reflection of the monitor as you so just as he asks within a second flat.

You stay, upright and silent until he finishes his work. He doesn't turn to look and make sure you stay; only looks every so often in the reflection and is always pleased to find you exactly how he wants you.

Shutting his computer off, he finally turns and looks at you. "You spoke without permission." He groans as he stretches his arms above his head, "you know you're in trouble for that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," you whisper, head still hung low even as you sit up straight. "I'm sorry, Sir, I-"

"Sorry doesn't change bad behavior, does it?" He cuts you off with a step forward, and you suddenly realize how stupid you were to crave his attention. "You're already at two strikes, and that was number three."

Your eyes widen as you look towards him, filled to the brim with tears, "n-no, that's not right." That can't be right. You've been so good.

He's been taking and giving strikes wildly, seemingly at random. Just to make you lose track. You clearly can't tell, because you think he's telling the truth. He can see by the fear in your eyes that you think you'd about to be punished like never before.

"It's not?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, "are you telling me I'm wrong?"

"No!" You shake your head quickly, jumping up and grabbing at his shirt, "no, that's not- I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!"

"I know how many times you've acted up," he says flatly, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck and the other pulling you flush against him. "I can name every mistake you've ever made off the top of my head, can you do that?"

"N...no." You admit quietly, sniffling.

"No, you can't. Your brain might as well be useless. All you can do is listen and obey," he reels your head back by his grip on your neck and leans down. Your lips ghost against each other as he speaks, "and you even manage to fuck that up."

Your mouth opens and closes like you want to say something, but you have no idea what.

"You should just turn it off," he fills the silence, doesn't give you the time you need to find your words. "All it does it get you in trouble."

Your face meets the bed before you can try to speak again, apologies dying on your tongue as he flips your skirt up. He doesn't plan on hurting you — not at the moment — he just wants to scare you even further into submission.

With the way you're squirming, it's worked. By now, you take your spankings with little to no fight. You don't enjoy them, they always leave your ears burning with embarrassment, but you take them. But he's made it very clear that three strikes means more than a spanking, it means getting your ass beat.

"Please! Please!" Is the only word you can think of to buy you time while you search for more. Then you're rambling out, "don't hurt me, please! Sir, I'm sor- so sorry! I'll do anything, I don't want three strikes, s-"

He clamps a hand over your mouth as he leans over you, pining your restless body down to his bed. "Do you want to know something, doll?"

Your blurry eyes slowly meet his as he leans over your shoulder.

"You only have one strike."

He soaks in the confusion swirling behind your tears, watching them intently as you take in the information.

You mumble a, "what?" From behind his hand, and he moves it slowly; tracing down the length of your jaw.

"That was your first real strike in three days. You've been a very good girl, haven't you?"

"It... it was?" You sniffle, gripping his blanket in your fists as you watch him. Suspicion clear on your face — there's no way. He's luring you into a false sense of security, he has to be-

"Yes, baby," he nods with a smile. "You've never gone this long without misbehaving. What do you want?"

"Nothing," you pout, "I just want to be good." Does he really think you'd be on such good behavior just to try and get something?

"No," he chuckles — something fond about it as he slides off of you. "For a reward," he clarifies as he lays beside you.

You shake your head, your brain sufficiently scrambled from his complete one-eighty. "No, I just got in trouble-"

"For the first time in three days." He hums, petting the top of your head in a way so gentle it makes you relax near immediately; shoulders slumping and making you sigh softly. "I'm very proud of you. You've made progress."

You look to him hesitantly, "really?"

"Mhm," he pauses and opens his arms, inviting you, "come here, sweetheart."

He lets out a soft grunt followed by a laugh as you fling yourself on top of him, hugging his neck as you hide your face in the crook of his shoulder.

The way his arms wrap around you makes you melt into him, because despite how angry you are at him deep down for tricking you; you're even more relieved that you aren't about to be punished. You'd like to keep it that way, too.

"I'm sorry, Sir," you whisper into his shoulder, shuffling carefully to get more comfortable.

"I know," he grins as he holds you, "you just wanted some attention, hm?"

"Think so..." You hesitate, too fuzzy headed to know for certain.

"Think so," he mimics you with another laugh as you whine; pressing closer to his shoulder. "Shhh, I'm sorry, sweet girl, I can't help myself when you're just so cute~"

You frown as you snuggle closer to his body warmth, even though he can't see it. He's so condescending. You sigh a moan when he holds you tighter.

At least he's comfortable.

Lesson Nineteen: Instinct

You're laid down across the length of the couch, your head in Soobin's lap and your feet in Yunho's.

It's quiet save for the TV and the low hum of the fan.

A knock at the door spooks you all.

All of your eyes abandon the show you're watching.

Yunho's glare snaps from the front door, to you, to Soobin, then back to you all in a second flat.

The second you open your mouth to call for help, Soobin's hand comes down from idly playing with your hair and slams over your lips. "Shh."

You've never seen such seriousness from him. His eyes narrowed at you in a way that reminds you of his brother — a way that makes you afraid. You're rarely afraid of him. He hesitates when he has to punish you and he always tries to hold back.

Yunho doesn't hesitate. He enjoys hurting you. Even when it's not necessary, but it seems necessary now — so he's even rougher.

He grabs your ankles tightly when you go to get away. "Shut up," he threatens as he stands, pining your legs to the couch as you kick. "Shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you." Looking to Soobin, he says lowly, "keep her quiet until they go away."

He doesn't have to be told twice, he's pressing your lips to your teeth so hard it's almost painful. Ignoring the pleading look in your eyes and the way you whine.

There's another knock, and Yunho's face twitches with anger. "Fuck," he groans, leaning to get in your face, "listen to me." His hand goes around your neck and you freeze all of your small fidgeting. "If whoever is behind that door realizes you're here, I am going to have to kill them. Do you understand? Keep your fucking mouth shut and do what Soobin tells you or I am going to slit their throat."

Shell-shocked, completely terrified, your jaw hangs open as he pulls you up. "Go." He commands you with a shove towards the hall, and Soobin is immediately there to block you as you turn around.

"You don't want to be responsible for that, do you, angel?" He pouts as he grabs your shoulders, twirling you back around and guiding you towards his room.

"He won't... do that, will he?" You ask as quietly as possible.

Soobin has a moment of hesitation — remembrance. A glaze in his eyes when you look over your shoulder at him. "I think you know the answer to that."

Yunho waits until Soobin's door closes to turn around and head for the door, taking a few deep breaths before he looks through the peep hole.

A woman is on the steps, a sad but determined look on her face. He's never seen her before. She's got no badge, nothing that screams detective.

He takes one last calming breath before he opens the door, seeing that she's not going anywhere. "Can I help you?"

She jumps a bit, hand to her chest at the suddenness of his appearance. "Hopefully! Are you... Yunho?" She asks with a hopeful look, "Soobin's brother?"

He steps out and closes the door behind him quickly, looking her up and down. "Yeah, that's me." Thinking she might be from his job or know him in some way or another.

"Oh, thank goodness! Please, I need your help," she rambles on, pulling out a crumbled up paper that's stained with tear drops, "my daughter went missing two months ago and the police don't believe me because I got this note delivered to my office but I know my baby! I know her, and I know she needs help, she used our safe word. We made it as a joke, we never thought anything bad would happen but-"

"Your daughter?" He bites his lip, almost looking back to the door. His anger blooming all over again. "(Y/n)?"

"Yes! Oh, forgive me," she sighs, placing her hand over her heart, "she's friends with Soobin, and I remember him talking about how his older brother is so smart and works in crime analysis..."

She looks at his unreadable expression as he sucks in another controlled breath. Just as he's about to say something, she holds out the letter, "please! Just, doesn't it seem like she's under some sort of... duress? From a professional perspective, can't you help? Just have a look?"

He bites his tongue as he takes the paper, ignoring her thanks as he reads. "This is her handwriting?" There's no way you got a note out. Not under his watch. If you had, you would have just ran to the police station. Probably just some asshole playing a sick joke on a grieving mother-

"Yes, that's her."

Well, what the fuck? Yunho's eyebrows pinch together as he scans the page. You're definitely using language that someone who means the words they're saying wouldn't have. Saying you ran away from home but giving no reason or detail and of course that's not true because nobody your age has to 'run away'.

"What... what was the word?" He hums through his tightened jaw.

"Poughkeepsie." Your mother sniffles.

And sure enough, there's an out of place line where you tell her that you might send her a post card from Poughkeepsie. Then, his eyes snap up to the number printed on the corner of the page. A habit that he taught Soobin years ago.

"Do you mind if I keep this? I can ask some colleagues who are in the linguistics department."

"Of course! Yes, thank you so much," she cries as she watches him put it into his pocket, the last piece of you that she had been holding on to. "I know that- that I must seem crazy. But I know my girl. I have this feeling... this motherly instinct that tells me she isn't safe."

He almost feels bad for the woman.

"You know," he runs his finger along the paper in his pocket while thinking of some creative expletives to scream at you both in a few moments. "The chances of finding a missing person only gets smaller with time. If she is in trouble, the first forty eight hours were the most likely to find her. Less than one percent of people who've been missing for over a month ever get found. Evidence degrades with time, witnesses forget what they saw, victims start losing hope." He stalks forward as he speaks, leaning on the railing of the steps as he watches her heart break. "When did you say you got this?"

"I got- uhm," she wipes her eyes quickly, and he can't help but notice you have the same eye color. He almost feels something like empathy, regret. "Four days after she went missing."

Almost. Because his rage is more powerful, more consuming as he puts the timeline together. "I'll let them know that. And I'll have Soobin come by if I hear something."

"Wait-" She climbs up a step and sighs as he opens the door, "do you think there's a chance?"

"There's always a chance," he smiles, malice hidden behind it, "I hope you find your daughter, she's a nice girl." And he closes the door before she can say anything more.

Leaning his head against the wood, he takes a few slow breaths.

You two are in so much trouble. He doesn't even know where to begin.

He's more mad at Soobin than anything. How could he be so stupid? Watch and learn — that's all he had to do. He put everything on the line and for what? Doesn't he know how many security cameras are up these days? Doesn't he know forensics are so advanced that a single cell could be traced back to him? Yunho had taught him better than that — or at least so he thought.

Biting his lip, he looks down the hall towards Soobin's closed door.

He'll let you off easy. This lesson is going to be Soobin's to learn.

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slut! pt 5 ⸻ oscar piastri × fem reader .

lando norris x ex girlfriend!actress!female!reader. oscar piastri x actress!female!reader.

- summary: "Where Lando Norris decides to cheat on his girlfriend... with her own cousin. Or where Oscar Piastri is willing to comfort his teammate's ex, no matter what anyone thinks, after the betrayal. Betrayal, heartbreak, and unexpected connections-what happens when loyalty meets temptation?"

- warnings: This story contains angst, strong language, and the use of [Y/N]. It includes elements of multimedia and SMAUs, breakups, cheating, and betrayal, as well as situations that may cause emotional distress. There is also a minor character drama. Please keep this in mind before reading. MOSTLY WRITTEN.

- faceclaim: isabela merced and other girls from pinterest. (also includes photos of Lily with her face censored so you can’t see it’s her, but I have nothing against her, I love her)

- series masterlist !!

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A little break between the Singapore and United States GPs.

Oscar, YN, Alexandra, and Charles decided to escape to a small island in Greece called Mykonos, where they would spend almost a month enjoying breathtaking views, crystal-clear waters, delicious food, and each other’s company—along with their adorable pets, Nala and Leo.

They spent their days exploring hidden beaches, cooking meals together, and just relaxing away from the chaos of the F1 season. Every evening ended with laughter, sunset walks, and the kind of memories that last a lifetime.

It was the perfect getaway for friendship, love, and a little bit of mischief… because you know Oscar and YN couldn’t stay just friends for long.

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yourusername: my Donna Sheridan moment!! 🩵🏝️🐚

alexandrasaintmleux: 😍😍😍

iamrebeccad: my wifey 😍

kikagomez: if you’re Donna, then I’m Sam Carmichael 👀💕

oscarpiastri: no.

kellypiquet: beautiful woman 🤍

lilymh: i got wet but it’s not even raining ��🔥🔥

alex_albon: ???????

carmenmmundt: ❤️❤️❤️

oscarpiastri: my beautiful ❤️. liked by user

fan01: MY BEAUTIFUL??????? OSCAR JACK PIASTRI, WHAT??????

fan02: I’m screaming, I’m screeeaming

fan03: confirmation?????

hater01: people are so stupid for still supporting her

hater02: yeah, Donna Sheridan because she also dated a bunch of guys in a short time like you 🙄

hater03: at least Donna was likable.

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Oscar had chosen a small seaside restaurant in Mykonos, one of those hidden places where the tables were so close to the shore that the sound of the waves blended with the soft background music. The place was lit by lanterns instead of bright lights, giving everything a warm golden glow.

YN had been nervous the whole way there, wondering if this was just dinner… or something more. But the way Oscar looked at her when she laughed, the way he listened so intently, it didn’t feel like “just friends.”

They talked about everything: racing, silly stories from school, even their favorite foods. At one point, Oscar leaned a little closer, his elbow brushing against hers. YN froze, heart racing, but he didn’t move away. Instead, his hand stayed near, almost inviting.

When she reached for her glass, their fingers brushed—light, accidental, but charged with something that made her cheeks burn. Oscar smiled, not his usual calm smile, but a softer one, like it was meant just for her.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back.

After dinner they walked back to the hotel together, but instead of going up to their rooms, they decided to take a stroll along the hotel’s private beach. The sand was cool under their feet and the moon lit up the sea like a silver mirror. They walked in silence, enjoying the night breeze, until their hands brushed again. This time, neither of them pulled away.

Oscar gently intertwined his fingers with YN’s, and she looked at him with a shy smile. They stopped in front of the ocean, and under the moonlight, Oscar leaned a little closer. YN felt the world stop when their lips finally met in a soft, tender kiss full of unspoken promises.

It wasn’t long or rushed, just the kind of kiss that said more than any words could. When they pulled apart, Oscar gave her a faint smile, and YN couldn’t help but laugh nervously, hiding her face against his shoulder.

That night, on that private beach, under the moon, everything changed between them.

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After the kiss between YN and Oscar, they never spoke about it again, even though both were dying to. She needed to clear the doubts the kiss had left in her mind, and he… well, he needed her every day, and no longer just as a friend.

When the break between the Grands Prix ended, everyone returned to their respective lives, and of course, for the next Grand Prix—the United States GP—YN would be there to support Oscar.

And here we are, at the United States Grand Prix. YN and Oscar arrived at the paddock, but this time she didn’t feel intimidated by the cameras or the fans. On the contrary, she was radiating happiness. And Oscar? He looked absolutely luminous, his grin impossible to contain.

All of this was being watched by Lando and Magui. Lando felt jealousy gnawing at him, and an inexplicable urge to punch Oscar. Why? He had no right—he had moved on, or at least he thought he had—but still, he couldn’t stand seeing YN with another man. He wasn’t used to it yet.

On the other hand, Magui wanted this. What no one knew was that she had always envied YN’s life. Their family had always made a clear distinction between YN and Magui: both beautiful, but YN was the family’s golden child. Magui could never stand seeing her happy.

YN walked confidently through the paddock, holding Oscar’s arm lightly, smiling at fans and photographers. She felt a little thrill knowing Lando’s eyes were on them, but she didn’t care—she was with someone who truly made her feel alive.

Oscar leaned in close, whispering something that made her laugh softly. That laugh—it was like music to him. He couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, and when she caught him, he just smiled shyly, as if she were the only person in the world that mattered.

Lando scowled, tightly gripping Magui’s hand, but she only rolled her eyes. The tension was palpable, and yet… YN and Oscar seemed completely in their own world, wrapped in a bubble that no one else could penetrate.

The day stretched ahead with interviews, cameras flashing, and the roar of engines in the background, but for them, it was as if time slowed down whenever they were together. Little touches, quick laughs, shared looks… everything spoke louder than words.

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yourusername: Back to my work life because WTF, I forgot I’m an actress 😞💔

pascalispunk: How could you forget you’re an actress when you share the screen with a beauty like me?

yourusername: The beauty is among us? Oh yeah… me

pascalispunk: Beautiful and responsible are two things you’re not 🫶🏻

yourusername: Damn old man 🖕🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: So does this mean I won’t see you in the paddock anymore? 😞

yourusername: I have to be a responsible woman now and work 😭

user01: QUEEEE 😭😭😭 love this girl lol

user02: YN slaying as always 🫶🏻

iamrebeccad: iconic energy 😍

hater01: lol people acting like she’s the first person to have to work 🙄

fan01: can’t wait to see you on screen!! 😭💖

fan02: love seeing these vibes, YN always surrounded by love and chaos 😂

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ynupdates: Recently, actress YN gave an interview for the second season of the series she’s working on, The Last Of Us, in which she plays Dina. She was asked about her relationship with Oscar Piastri, and she said: "Oscar? He’s a great friend, really. He’s like the person I didn’t know I needed until he arrived."

The interviewer then asked about rumors of a possible romantic relationship between the F1 driver and her. She responded with a nervous laugh: "I’ll just say that Oscar is a great man, in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman."

She also spoke about her ex-boyfriend, Lando Norris: "No, I haven’t spoken with him, and it’s not something I want. He made his decision, and of course I made mine, and I moved on with my life."

user01: OMG 😭😭😭 she’s literally confirming nothing but giving us everything we needed 😍

user02: Oscar really out here stealing hearts and being a gentleman 🫶🏻

user03: YN SLAYING with the honesty 😭💖

user04: Lando who? she’s glowing ✨

user05: I swear they’re going to be the cutest couple in F1 x Hollywood 😭💞

user06: YN handling interviews like a queen

hater01: lol people making a big deal out of friends 🙄

fan08: literally screaming, she’s not hiding anything and it’s beautiful 🥹

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paddockupdatess: Lando Norris breaks his silence about his relationship with famous actress YN YL. In a recent interview, the F1 driver was asked about his new relationship with Margarida Corceiro, as well as his ex-girlfriend, YN. In his words: "Honestly? I think all of this between her and Oscar is just revenge. Maybe not from him, but she’s just using him. I know her well enough to know this is an act, and she’s an actress—what else can we expect from her?"

user01: wow Lando… chill 😬 that’s a lot to say publicly

user02: yikes, someone is salty 😭

user03: excuse me? YN literally looks happy and he’s out here saying this? 🙄

user04: omg Lando, stay in your lane 😤 YN deserves happiness

user05: LOL acting? She’s being honest and graceful, unlike someone I know…

user06: can’t believe he just dragged her like that 😬

user07: Oscar is classy and she’s happy—let them live 🙏

hater01: okay but he kinda has a point, maybe she is playing the field…

user08: stop making everything about revenge 😭 grow up Lando

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When the news of Lando’s interview broke and her phone started buzzing with hundreds of tags, YN felt a wave of dread. She was in her apartment in Monaco, sitting with Oscar, enjoying a quiet evening before the chaos of the Mexican Grand Prix, unaware that this little bubble of peace was about to shatter.

Her smile vanished the moment she read the headline. Lando. Talking trash. About her. About them. The audacity made her blood boil. After everything, he still thought he had the right to drag her name through the mud.

YN’s hands trembled slightly as she scrolled through the article. “Honestly? I think all of this between her and Oscar is just revenge…” The words stabbed at her like ice. He had no idea what she had been through. He had no right.

Oscar noticed her change immediately. “Hey… what’s wrong?” he asked, concern threading his voice.

YN looked up at him, frustration and disbelief written all over her face. “It’s… it’s Lando. He’s saying I’m using you… that this is all an act. Can you believe it?”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “That’s… pathetic. He has zero right to say anything about you—or us.”

“I know!” YN snapped, the anger rising like a storm inside her. “After everything he did… after everything he caused… and now he’s pretending I’m the bad guy? I can’t… I just can’t.”

Oscar stepped closer, taking her hands in his, grounding her. “Hey… don’t let him get to you. This is our life. What matters is right here, right now—us.”

YN drew a deep breath, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. She wanted to scream, to throw her phone across the room, but instead she exhaled slowly.

“You’re right,” she admitted, her voice softer now, a faint smile breaking through. “He’s not worth it. Let’s just… enjoy tonight.”

“That’s my girl,” Oscar murmured, squeezing her hand gently, his thumb brushing across hers.

As they settled on the couch, YN leaned into him, letting the anger slowly melt away. Lando could try to stir trouble all he wanted, but here, in this apartment, with Oscar by her side, she felt safe, happy, and completely in control of her own life.

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alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: Just saw the interview, wtf with him

alexandrasaintmleux: Honestly, the smallest man who ever lived

alexandrasaintmleux: I hate him

yourusername: Me too, what rage 😤

hattiepiastri replied to your story: My favorite non-sister sister 🤍

yourusername: Omg, I’m blushing ☺️💘

maxverstappen1 replied to your story: Seriously, your ex is an idiot. What a man, dear friend

yourusername: Don’t call him my ex, please 😭

maxverstappen1: Your humble moment then

yourusername: Better 🙃

mikeyl replied to your story: You get famous and forget the family 😂

mikeyl: What’s up with Lando?

mikeyl: Last I knew, he’s dating our cousin???

yourusername: Ah bro, I have SO much to tell you.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Trial 3 - Fuuta - The Second Coming Voice Drama (Side-by-Side English Translation)

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エス　「フータ、いいか?」 ES: Fuuta, are you ready? フータ　「ああ、会いたかったよ、看守」 FUUTA: Yeah. I’ve missed you, Warden. フータ　「ふへへ。ふへへへへへ」 FUUTA: Heh heh. Ehe heh heh heh heh-! エス　「ずいぶん様子が変わったな、フータ」 ES: You’ve changed a lot, Fuuta. フータ　「お前こそ、あの立派な帽子はもうかぶらないかも」 FUUTA: Look who’s talking. Don’t tell me you’ve stopped wearing that fancy little hat of yours. エス　「おぁ……はあ……いいんだもん」 ES: Ouah… Haah… It’s fine, I don’t need it. フータ　「あ……なるほどね……今見たら、そこまで恐れることはないのかもしれない。あの人の言う通りだ」 FUUTA: Ah… I see. Now that I look at you, maybe there’s nothing to be so fearful of after all. Just like She said. エス　「……なんだ……お前は……僕を恐れていたのか?」 ES: …Wait what…? You… feared me? フータ　「あぁ。今思えばな、お前を恐れていたんだ。俺の行いはを明らかにして、攻めるつもりだってな」 FUUTA: Yeah. Looking back at it, I feared you. I thought you’d expose everything I’ve done and crucify me. エス　「今は違うと」 ES: And now you don’t think that anymore? フータ　「あぁ。もうお前がどう思うかなんて、どうでもいいんだ。ずっと聞こえてるうるさい声も関係ない。俺の基準はもう別のところにある」 FUUTA: Nah. I don’t care what you think of me anymore. I don’t give a shit about those unabating voices I’ve been hearing all this time either. My standards are somewhere else now. エス　「その基準が、アマネの開く新しい宗教だと言うことか」 ES: And by that “standard” you mean Amane’s new religion? フータ　「まあ、そうだよ」 FUUTA: Yeah, pretty much. エス　「ウッ……」 Es shakily breathes out, quietly. フータ　「フハハ、どうした？なんか文句があるのかよ」 FUUTA: Heh haha. What’s the matter? Got some sorta objection? エス　「いや……」 ES: No… フータ　「信仰は自由だろ?」 FUUTA: Faith is freedom, isn’t it? エス　「ああ、その通りだな」 ES: Yeah, that tracks. フータ　「お前が宗教に対してどういうイメージを持ってようと自由だけどな。実際に俺は救われてる、俺にとっちゃ、それがすべてだ」 FUUTA: You’re free to hold whatever image you want about religion but, in all honesty, I was saved by it. For me, that means everything. エス　「確かに……少し元気になったな。安心したよ。怪我の調子はもういいのか」 ES: That’s true… You do seem to be doing a little bit better. That’s such a relief... How are your injuries? フータ　「あ、この痛みも試練なんだ。そう思えば乗り切れる」 FUUTA: Ah, this pain is just another trial. As long as I think of it that way, I can push through. エス　「そうか……痛まないなら、何よりだ」 ES: I see… If only it didn’t hurt, that would’ve been best. フータ　「少し意外だな。お前は俺の信仰を逃げらと表現するかと思ったぜ」 FUUTA: That’s a surprise. I’d figured that you would’ve just called my faith another act of “running away”. エス　「なぁ、そうかもしれないな」 ES: Ye-ah. Maybe you might be right about that. フータ　「はぁ？」 FUUTA: Huh? エス　「でも、深い絶望の中一……種でたぐり寄せた糸が信仰だったということは、理解できる」 ES: Despite that, I can understand that in the utter depths of despair… the thread that you managed to grab onto happened to be faith. [T/N: There’s a nuance that the thread of faith that Fuuta managed to grab onto in the depths of despair also managed to grasp upon his unravelling seams and patch him back together.] フータ　「看守？」 FUUTA: Warden? エス　「何かを勇気にはならないな」 ES: That doesn’t make it any less of a source of courage. フータ　「フハッ、変わったな、お前」 FUUTA: Huh, ha. Things have changed- You changed. エス　「へっ。お前が言うか？ただ、意外ではあったよ。お前はアマネを子供だと馬鹿にしていたと記憶してい��。勝手な印象だが、そういう相手の話を聞くタイプには思えなかったからな」 ES: Heh. And that’s coming from you. Still, that really did surprise me. I remember you mocking Amane for being just a kid. [I wouldn’t have thought you’d change.] It was an impression built for my own convenience, since I never thought you’d be the type to actually listen to someone like that. フータ　「そうだな。俺はそういうやつだった」 FUUTA: Is that so? I mean I was that kind of guy. エス　「ん」 ES: Mm.

フータ　「俺が間違っていた」 FUUTA: I was wrong. エス　「あぁ」 ES: Ah huh… フータ　「間違っていたんだよ。今までの俺が、全部！」 FUUTA: I was wrong about everything. Everything I’ve been up ‘til now! エス　「大したものだ。今までのお前からは出ない言葉だ」 ES: Impressive. I wouldn’t have expected to hear that from the you before now. フータ　「俺がどんな人殺してミルグラムに呼ばれたかは、もう分かってんのか?」 FUUTA: Do you understand what kind of murder I committed that summoned me to MILGRAM yet? エス　「インターネットでの誹謗中傷……及び、その戦闘。その結果。誰かが命を落とすことになった……そんなところだろ」 ES: Online defamation… as well as the battle, the fallout. As a result, someone lost their life… That’s the gist of it, isn’t it? フータ　「あぁ、それで間違いねえよ。俺が炎上を引き起こした。自殺したのは女子中学生だ」 FUUTA: Yeah, you got it. I started the flames. The one who completed suicide was a middle school girl. [T/N: Based on how much Fuuta has changed, the line 自殺したのは女子中学生だ (jisatsu shita no wa onna ko chuugakusei da) was translated into “The one who completed suicide was a middle school girl” as the term “committed suicide” attaches a nuance that the person who took their own life is a criminal for doing so, which would contradict the development and responsibility Fuuta is claiming and repenting for as it would shift further antagonism towards his victim as already shown at this point in the voice drama.] エス　「認めるんだな……今までは」 ES: So you admit it… Up until now, y- フータ　「あの子は……俺が殺したんだ」 FUUTA: That child… I killed her. エス　「あ」 ES: Ah. フータ　「こうはなる……謝りたい……できないこともわかってる」 FUUTA: This is how it turned out… I want to apologize… but I know that’s impossible. エス　「お前……お前は、正義のためだと言っていたはずだ」 ES: You… You- You once said that it was all for the sake of justice. フータ　「それを理由にしていただけだった」 FUUTA: That was just an excuse. エス　「！」 ES: ! フータ　「別に大層な理由なんてなかった。人生退屈でつまらなかった。炎上系インフルエンサーなんてもてはやされて、結局人が不幸になるところが好きだったんだよ。��分の快感を満たすために正義を、よなおしを、名乗っただけだ……。その結果、人を死に至らせた」 FUUTA: There wasn’t any grand reason. Life was numbing and empty. People praise drama ragebait influencers but, ultimately, it’s all just enjoying watching others fall into misery. I just dressed myself in claims that I stood for “justice” and “fixing the world” in order to fill my own pleasure… In the end, I drove someone to die. エス��「…」 ES: … フータ　「俺は人殺しだよ。間違いない」 FUUTA: I am a murderer. There’s no doubt about it. エス　「その考えに言いたったのは、アマネの宗教がきっかけなのか」 ES: And realizing that- Was it Amane’s religion that made you realize? フータ　「……」 FUUTA: … フータ　「あの人が、アマネが俺に教えてくれたことって、何だか分かるか」 FUUTA: Do you know what it was that She, Amane, taught me? エス　「いや……正しい教義までは知らない。僕が知っているのは、治療行為を禁忌としているらしいことくらいだ」 ES: No… Not the exact doctrines no. All I know is that she apparently treats acts of medical care as some taboo. フータ　「俺を立ち直らせる方法だよ」 FUUTA: She taught me how to get back up. エス　「あ…」 ES: Ah… フータ　「俺のやったことを真剣に聞いてくれたんだ……本当に俺が思ってることを引き出してくれた。俺の馬鹿さ加減を誓ってくれてよ、俺が本当に反省するまで、突き合ってくれたんだ」 FUUTA: She listened seriously to what I’ve done… drew out what I was really thinking. She called me out on my stupidity— kept pushing, kept confronting me until I truly repented for what I’ve done. エス　「アマネが」 ES: Amane did that? フータ　「笑えるだろ？小学生の道読みたいな綺麗な話をずっとおまじめにしてんだ……嘘をついちゃいけない、人に迷惑をかけちゃいけない、他人の不幸を喜んじゃいけない……人の道を外れちゃいけない。毎日真剣にだぜ」 FUUTA: Funny, right? Preaching stuff straight out of some elementary school moral textbooks… “Don’t lie, don’t cause trouble for others, don’t take joy in someone else’s misfortune… don’t stray from the path of humanity”. She went on-and-on about it, dead serious, every single day. エス　「そう……なのか」 ES: I…see. フータ　「あの人は、真剣に俺を救おうとしたんだ。俺みたいなやつを」 FUUTA: She genuinely tried to save me. Tried to save someone like me. エス　「……」 ES: …

フータ　「おかげで、自分の行いを見つめ直すことができた。そんなってみれは、日々芽生えるのは罪の意識だ。自分の行いのおもせが脳に仕掛かる。きついよな、どうしようもねっての」 FUUTA: Because of her, I was able to face my own actions. Once I did that, I realized the guilt of my sins grows inside of me with each and every passing day. The weight of what I’ve done keeps searing into my mind. It’s brutal, y’know. And there’s no escaping it. エス　「ハ……」 ES: Huh… エス　「僕は、それでも……シドウやマヒルを殺したその宗教を、肯定することはできない」 ES: I- Even so… I can’t bring myself to affirm a religion that killed Shidou and Mahiru. フータ　「ああ、そうだろよ」 FUUTA: Yeah, of course you can’t. エス　「グッ……お前は、何も思わないのか⁈」 ES: Huh-...?! You- You don’t feel anything about that…?! フータ　「思うよ！でも、俺にはあの人を信じるしか道がない！」 FUUTA: I do-! But- There’s no futures left for me so I got nothing but to believe in Her! エス　「お前は！」 ES: You-! フータ　「治療系知らん通のはまたもじゃねーよ！わかってる。俺に解いていたのも、子供がかかる、ありふれたきれいことなのかも知らねぇ、わかってる！でも、間違いなく……ひとっちゃ、救いだったんだ！」 FUUTA: I didn’t know about the medical care stuff, alright?! I get it. I know that the things she told me might just be some trivial naïve cliché nonsense that kids would say, I get it! But still-! There’s no doubt about it… It was a lifeline for me! エス　「……！」 ES: …! フータ　「ダメな俺のこと……救われるって、ここからでもやり直せるって……信じてくれる誰かが必要だった」 FUUTA: Someone as worthless as me… able to be helped, believed that I could change from this… All I needed was for someone to believe in me! エス　「フータ……」 ES: Fuuta… フータ　「殺した人間にだって、祈り続ければ、いつか謝罪の気持ちが届くって言ってくれたらよ……。それを信じるしかないだろう」 FUUTA: She told me that if I kept praying for the person I killed, someday my apologies might finally reach them…! How could I not cling to that? エス　「……」 ES: … フータ　「ハッ。なんだよその顔お？前が救ってくれでも良かったんだぜ」 FUUTA: Haah. What’s with that face? It could’ve been you saving me, y’know. エス　「……」 ES: Ah… エス　「僕はお前に、あいに救われるなんて言わないよ……言えない」 ES: I- I can’t tell you that my meetings with you would’ve saved you… I can’t possibly say that. フータ　「ふう……はあ……」 Fuuta takes a deep breath. フータ　「そうだよな」 FUUTA: I figured. エス　「僕は神ではない。人間だからだ」 ES: I’m no god. I’m just human. フータ　「お前が正しいよ」 FUUTA: You’re right. フータ　「でも、俺は弱いから。俺が罪に向き合うには、それしかないから……あの人についていく……。そう決めたんだ」 FUUTA: But me, I’m weak. So the only way I can face my sins is… to follow Her... That is what I’ve decided. エス　「間違っていたとしてもか」 ES: Even if it turns out to be wrong? フータ　「ああ、間違ってたとしても……た」 FUUTA: Yeah, even if it’s wrong… was wrong. フータ　「救われた俺くらいは、ついて行ってあげたい」 FUUTA: Someone like me who was helped… wants to follow her. エス　「ついて行ってをあげたい？」 ES: You want to follow her? フータ　「あの人の根幹にあるのは、行きづらいくらいの純粋さだと思うからよ。近くにてやりてんだ」 FUUTA: The core foundation of that person is a purity so strong that it makes it hard to approach her. That’s why I want to stay close and be there for her. エス　「そっか」 ES: I see. フータ　「お前があの人と話す時に、できれば作ってやってくれよ……俺と違って自分でやり直すことができる人だ！」 FUUTA: When the time comes for you to talk to her, if you can, try to understand her… Unlike me, she’s someone who can get back up and heal herself all on her own. エス　「自分なりにできることはやってみるよ」 ES: I’ll try to do what I can, how I would. フータ　「ああ」 FUUTA: Mhm. エス　「なあ、フータ」 ES: Hey, Fuuta. フータ　「なんだよ」 FUUTA: What is it? エス　「お前は今、赦されたいと思っているのか」 ES: Do you want to be forgiven this time? フータ　「……」 FUUTA: … フータ　「最初に言っただろ。お前がどう思うかなんてもうどうでもいいって。赦されようと赦されなかろうと、俺にできることは、殺した人間に誤り続けることだけだよ」 FUUTA: I already told you at the start, didn’t I? I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think anymore. Whether I’m forgiven, whether I’m unforgiven, the only thing I can do is to keep apologizing to the person I killed. エス　「……」 ES: …

エス　「罪を犯した人間は……やり直せるのかな？」 ES: Do you think a human that’s committed a crime… can really be better? フータ　「さあ、どうかな？そこまで考える余裕はねえよ。お前はどう思うんだ？」 FUUTA: Well, who knows? I don’t have the luxury to think that far. How about you- What do you think? エス　「分からない。でも、誰かの赦るすの人ことが、そのきっかけになればいいなとは思うんだ」 ES: I don’t know. But, I want to believe that being forgiven by someone… could be the spark that makes it possible. フータ　「あぁ……。なんだよ、お前。俺のことを赦そうとしてんのか」 FUUTA: Ah… What’s with you? Trying to forgive me or something? エス　「それはまだわからない」 ES: That’s something I’ve yet to know. フータ　「フッ。だろうよ」 FUUTA: Heh. Figures. エス　「でも安心しろ。僕の中の誰かは……きっとお前を赦すよ」 ES: But don’t worry. Someone inside of me will… definitely forgive you. フータ　「どういうことだ？」 FUUTA: The fuck does that mean? エス　「まだ、確信を得ているわけではないんだが」 ES: I’m- not entirely confident in what it is but. フータ　「なんだよ」 FUUTA: Spit it out. エス　「デブーン」 Es sighs deeply. エス　「恐ろく。僕の中には、複数の意思が存在する」 ES: It’s terrifying. Inside of me… are multiple wills that exist. フータ　「あぁ？おはあぁ？何言ってんだ？」 FUUTA: Ha? Huuh? What the hell are you saying? エス　「もしかしたら……これ自体が、ミルグラムの機能の一つなのかもしれないが」 ES: Maybe… this itself… is another experiment of MILGRAM’s. フータ　「どういうことだよ？」 FUUTA: What do you mean? エス　「ウッ……」 Es takes a breath. エス　「思い当たる不思議はいくつもあった。記憶の欠落、今度、真反対の思想、価値観の同居……そしてアイデンティティのがに。それこそ、突然に自分を複数人だと認識してしまうような」 ES: There’s been plenty of strange mysteries happening. Lack of memory, whatever’s been happening recently, contradictory ideologies, the cohabitation of all sorts of values… and these identities coming into me. It’s come to the point where it’s as if I’ve suddenly started recognizing myself as being multiple people. フータ　「自分を……複数人だと?」 FUUTA: Your self is… multiple people? エス　「あぁ、まるでアマネのようだろ?」 ES: Yeah, just like Amane, right? フータ　「は……」 FUUTA: Huh… エス　「そして何より……僕自身は……審判に参加していない」 ES: And above all… I, myself… have not participated in the trials. フータ　「審判？赦す赦さないよ決めるってことか？」 FUUTA: “Trials”? You mean deciding the verdicts of whether we’re forgiven or not? エス　「あぁ」 ES: Yeah. フータ　「オイッ！俺たちの赦す赦さないよ、自分で決めてないついのかよ」 FUUTA: Oi! You mean the judgements that whether we’re forgiven or unforgiven- You’re not even the one deciding that!? エス　「正確には、審判の際に僕の中に何者かの必死が流れ込んでくるのを感じる。そしてそれはおそらく無数の必死……なんも……いや、何十万の規模の……お前たちが感覚の中で聞いたという、自分を赦さない人々の声という証言とつなげることもできる」 ES: To be precise, during the deliberation*, I feel something like someone’s desperation pouring into me. And I suspect that there’s an innumerable amount of frantic, desperate someones…. or rather… no, tens of thousands of them. It may be connected to what you all have been hearing inside, testimonies of the voices of people saying that they don’t forgive you. [T/N: “Deliberation” refers to the period in which the jury is deciding upon a verdict of the one placed on trial. 審判 (shinban; judgement/trial) is intentionally translated as “deliberation” as it makes more sense in the context of the line.] フータ　「！」 FUUTA: ! エス　「僕は意識のがく流れに生まれて消える……気づいたら終わっているんだ……審判は」 ES: I am born into and disappear within the stream of consciousnessses… By the time I come to, it’s already over… The trial is done. フータ　「じゃんなんだ……？俺たちの赦す赦さないよ、その何十万の誰かが勝手に話し合ってるとでも言うのかよ！」 FUUTA: So what-? Are you saying that whether we’re forgiven or condemned is something those tens of thousands of people are discussing all on their own?! エス　「あくまで可能性の話だがな」 ES: It’s only a possibility. フータ　「ふ……はははっ！」 FUUTA: Huh… hahaha-! フータ　「話としちゃ面白い、悪趣味で笑えるぜ。まるで、昔の俺たちだ」 FUUTA: That’s one hell of a possibility for whatever story’s going on. Fucked up enough to laugh at. Reminds me of the old me. エス　「そうかもしれない……。だから……だから僕はミルグレムのことをもっと知る必要がある。他の誰でもない、自分だけの選択をするために」 ES: Maybe so… That’s why… That’s why I need to learn more about MILGRAM. So, for once, I can make a choice that is mine and mine alone.

フータ　「あぁ……」 FUUTA: Mhm… エス　「それ自体が……ミルグラムの意志に見るのかもしれないけどね」 ES: That in itself… may be a part of MILGRAM’s design. フータ　「フッ。フハハハハ……フハハハハハハハハハッ！変わったもんだなあ。何かにつけて、ミルグラムミルグラムって言ってたやつが、それこそまるで宗教みたいによ」 FUUTA: Heh. Hahahaha… Hahahahahahahahaha-! You really have changed. The way you go on about MILGRAM this, MILGRAM that- It’s practically a religion in itself. エス　「本当にそうだなあ。覚えてるか。お前が、僕とお前は同類だと言ったことを」 ES: You’re honestly right about that. Do you remember? You told me that you and I were the same. フータ　「なぁ、言ったな」 FUUTA: Yeah, I said that. エス　「あの時は否定したが、お前の言う通りだ。僕とお前は同類だ」 ES: I denied it back then but you were right. You and I are the same. フータ　「ああ?」 FUUTA: Aah? エス　「自分がないから、縋っていたんだ。ミルグラムに……僕にはそれしかないから」 ES: Because I had no self, I clung unto something. To MILGRAM… because that’s all I had. フータ　「あぁ……じゃ……お前��なんで……⁉　ミルグラムに使ってればいいじゃねーか！」 FUUTA: Guh… Then… why are you…!? Why not keep clinging onto MILGRAM?! エス　「決まってる……お前たちが大切だからだ」 ES: Isn’t it obvious… You all matter so much to me. フータ　「グッ！」 FUUTA: Guh-! エス　「お前たちが、ミルグラムによってさばかれるのが本当に正しいのか、わからなくなったからだ」 ES: I’ve come to doubt whether being judged by MILGRAM is truly the right thing for you all. フータ　「あぁ…」 FUUTA: Aah-...! エス　「選るのをやめられたかどうかはわからないけどね……今だって怖い……わからないことばかりだ……。曖昧だったものに触れるのは怖い……怖くて堪まらないよ」 ES: I don’t know if I can stop the judgements… Even now, I’m scared… There’s so much I don’t understand… It’s terrifying to perceive things left unclear… It terrifies me so much, it’s unbearable. フータ　「うん……」 FUUTA: Yeah… エス　「でも……僕にとって。そして……きっと僕の中のたくさんの人間にとって……お前たちは……大切なものになりすぎた」 ES: But… to me. And… surely for the many people inside of me… all of you… have become something far too important. フータ　「エス……」 FUUTA: Es… エス　「何にもしなって分かった。僕は馬鹿だから。僕の中の誰かは……そんなことは……たっくに気づいていたのにな」 ES: I realized I never had done anything. I’ve been an idiot. Someone inside me… must’ve… figured that out a long time ago. フータ　「そんなことねぇ……」 FUUTA: That’s not true… エス　「ん…」 ES: Huh…? フータ　「そんなことねえ！そんなことねえよ！エス！」 FUUTA: That’s not true! That’s bullshit, Es! フータ　「俺、いろんな人間見てきたんだ。自分じゃねぇけどよ」 FUUTA: I have seen all sorts of people, even if not personally. エス　「フータ……」 ES: Fuuta… フータ　「人間なんて全員バカだ。全員どこかし��間違ってる。それが人間だろ...!　俺が保証してやる！」 FUUTA: And every single one of them’s an idiot. Everyone fucks up somewhere. That’s what being human is…! I guarantee it! エス　「ウッアッ……何が言いたいんだ？」 ES: Ah- huh ah-… What are you trying to say? フータ　「ウーッ……フンヌー……！もうん何言ってるかわかんねえけどよ⁈　なんかよ、お前も普通の人間だっていうことじゃねえのかよ！それでいいじゃねえか！」 FUUTA: Urk…uarghh…! I don’t even fucking know what I’m saying anymore! But- What I’m trying to say is that you’re just like any normal human! And that’s okay!! エス　「…！」 ES: …! エス　「励ましてくれてるのか、それ……」 ES: You’re… trying to cheer me up, aren’t you? フータ　「あっ……知らねぇよ！思ったこと言っただけだ！」 FUUTA: Uh-... I don’t fucking know! I’m just saying whatever’s coming to mind!

エス　「ふっ……えへは！」 ES: Pfft- Eheha! フータ　「ブ」 FUUTA: Che- 部屋にある時計から鐘の音が鳴り、尋問室の部屋の構造が変化していく。 A bell tolls from within the clock in the room. The interrogation room begins to transform. フータ　「時間だな……。まだ、やんのか……」 FUUTA: Guess it’s time… Still not done…? エス　「ああ。ミルグラムの看守としてじゃない。ただの僕として、お前のことを知りたいから」 ES: Not at all. Not about the role of being MILGRAM’s Warden but, rather, I’d like to know you more. Just as myself. フータ　「そうかよ。なあ、エス」 FUUTA: Fine then. Hey, Es. エス　「なんだ？」 ES: What is it? フータ　「どうするかは、これから決めるんだろうけど……」 FUUTA: I know that later on you’ll have to decide what to do but… エス　「おっ？」 ES: Ouh? フータ　「できれば、このミルグラムとか言う場所をぶっ潰してくれ、俺の代わりになっ！」 FUUTA: If you can, crush this MILGRAM place into ashes in my stead. エス　「おっ……」 ES: Ouah… フータ　「ここはクソだぜ！俺が言うんだから間違いねえ」 FUUTA: This place is shit! Take my word for it. エス　「ゆっくり考えてみるよ。僕だけの選択を……それだけは、自分で決めるから」 ES: I’ll think it over. That decision is mine to make. My choice alone… フータ　「あぁ」 FUUTA: Mhm. エス　「フータ」 ES: Fuuta. フータ　「ああ?」 FUUTA: Aah? エス　「今からミルグラムの力で、お前の真相を覗かせてもらう」 ES: From now on, using MILGRAM’s power, you’ll be letting me peer into your truth. フータ　「ふっ。プライバシーの侵害だろ、ふざけんな」 FUUTA: Heh. Violation of privacy much? C’mon, cut me some slack. エス　「ふ…へ……」 ES: Heh…heh… エス　「お前の言う通りだったな」 ES: You were right. フータ　「だろ」 FUUTA: Told you. エス　「あぁ。楽しかったよ、フータ」 ES: Mhm. It’s been fun, Fuuta. フータ　「ん」 FUUTA: Yeah… フータ　「じゃあな、エス」 FUUTA: That’s it then. See ya, Es. エス　「梶山風汰、お前の罪を歌え」 ES: Fuuta Kajiyama, sing your sins!

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pb&jj roommates au: the one with the love letters

Summary: you blame your best friend for suggesting that you write your feelings down, and now the love letters are missing. the pb&jj boys find them, and they try to figure out who you're crushing on. little do they know it's one of them.

Pairings: pb&jj x fem!reader/platonic!reader and fem!reader x ??

Warnings: living with four guys, fem!reader is crushing on one of the pbjj guys, pbjj are a bit oblivious, johnny thinks fem!reader is crushing on him, pbjj trying to play wingman for reader, thor and loki make a cameo, open ended ending, fem!reader with vague descriptions, little to no use of y/n, and proofreadish.

WC: 3.5K

Author's Note: yeah this is totally inspired about tatbilb. hope you guys like it, and feedback is always appreciated (: you can find my masterlist here

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

You're frantically banging on Gwen Stacy's apartment door at an ungodly hour, well, for Gwen it was, but this was an emergency. You can hear Gwen cursing out whoever is bothering her beauty sleep.

"What the hell do you want?" She spits out, her eyes are still closed, hair curlers in a disarray.

"They're gone!" You're practically yelling her face, but in your frantic state, you don't care.

She opens her eyes and squints at you. "What's gone?"

"The love letters."

WEEKS AGO

Gwen is looking over your shoulder and giggling as you're writing your second love letter to X.

"Okay, I didn't know you were seriously down bad for this guy," Gwen remarks as you continue to pour your heart out in written prose.

"Trust me, it wasn't planned at all."

"Wait, how long have you been crushing on him?"

Crushing on was putting it lightly. You were 100% certain it was borderline in love with him.

Your life was over if he ever found out, because, of course, you would end up falling for one of your roommates. You're smart enough to not put a name in these letters, and even Gwen doesn't know who you're crushing on.

For some reason, she thinks it's Eddie Brock, one of her co-workers. She could be further from the truth. The one-minute interaction with him didn't put him in a good light for you.

At first, you were hesitant about even writing letters. Living with four guys leaves hardly any room for privacy. The bare minimum they'll do is knock, but not wait for you to answer before barging in.

It was like Gwen had a sixth sense when it came to you and your love life. After pestering you about what you were hiding from her, you finally admitted having a crush... on someone. Gwen knew not to push you too far and let you have your crush remain anonymous from her.

"Too long," you finally reply after staring at the letter before you.

"Doesn't it feel better writing it out?"

No.

"Mhh.. kinda I guess."

"Just make sure to hide them."

"Duh, I'm not stupid."

Famous last words.

A FEW DAYS AGO PB&JJ POV

"Yo, Peter, do you have anything you need dropped off at the post office?" Johnny asks and finds Peter walking out of your room holding some letters. "Perfect," Johnny says, and snatches them from Peter.

"Wait, I don't think-"

Johnny's looking them over. He recognizes your handwriting immediately.

He waves them at Peter. "The silly girl forgot to stamp these. Do you think Bob has any stamps?"

Johnny doesn't wait for an answer and is already yelling for Bob.

"What do you want?" Bob calls from the living room.

Peter and Johnny find both Bob and Joaquin there.

"I said. Do you have any stamps?" Johnny asks Bob and waves the letters in the air.

Joaquin eyes the letters and says. "I didn't know you could write."

"Haha, hilarious, Torres. They're not mine."

Peter grabs the letters from Johnny and says they're yours. "But I don't think they're regular letters."

Johnny laughs at Peter's remark. "Of course they're letters, what else would they be?"

Bob has gotten up and politely asked to see one of the letters. "Let's add not being able to read to the list of things Johnny can't do."

"Hey! What is this? Roasting Johnny hours?"

Bob shoves a letter right in Johnny's face. "See, there's no address or name. Just X."

He squints at the writing. Johnny may also need glasses.

"Huh, that's weird."

Joaquin is the only one who hasn't said anything, but it's evident to him that they are.

"It's clear you guys didn't get any love letters in high school," he pipes up.

"I got plenty."

Everyone ignores Johnny.

"What makes you think it's love letters?" Bob asks

"Uh... well, it says 'To My Dear X'." Peter answers, and his ears start to turn a bit red.

"Ha, Bob can't read either," Johnny replies, grabs the letter, and starts opening it, ignoring the yells of 'stop' and 'invasion of privacy'.

Johnny can't help it... he's nosey.

Peter tries his best to stop Johnny, but Johnny has a slight height advantage.

"Where did you find these?" Bob asks Peter as he takes another from him.

"Uh... well, I was looking for some cool stationery, and I know she has some. Aunt May's birthday is coming up, and I wanted to write her a letter."

Johnny has remained oddly quiet as his eyes skim over the letter. After a moment, he quickly looks up and sees the other three staring at him.

"Maybe Peter was right." At least he sounds a bit ashamed.

Well, now Joaquin is curious. He stands next to Johnny and reads over his shoulder.

"Dear. X, you don't even know, do you? That anytime we spend time together, I feel like my heart is going to-"

Johnny slaps a hand over Joaquin's mouth. "Shh. Don't read it out loud."

Joaquin gives him an annoyed look while shoving his hand away. "It's not like she's here."

"Guys, stop. This is an invasion of her privacy," Peter cuts in. He's trying his best to get the letter back, since Bob is sneakily trying to take another letter from Peter.

"Oh, yeah? Same, as when you were doing her laundry last week, and took it upon yourself to wash her delicates."

Joaquin and Bob both stop their reading and give Peter a teasing look.

"We-well, the moment she moved in with us, she said, treat her like one of the guys. I was only doing a roommatey thing. Besides, it was laundry day," Peter pitifully says.

"Yeah, sure, okay."

As Johnny and Peter continue to bicker back and forth, Joaquin turns to Bob.

"I didn't even know she had a crush. We're best friends, we tell each other everything."

Bob shrugs. "Do you honestly think she would go to you for boy advice?"

"Mhh, I guess not. But still, I wonder who she's writing about?"

"Okay, that's enough!" Peter shouts over Johnny's raised voice. "I'm putting the letters back, and we're never going to speak of this again."

Just as Peter is about to grab the letters back, the sound of the front door opening makes them freeze.

"Uh...hi?" You say as you see your four roommates all standing in a huddle. Peter barely had time to find the letters behind his back.

"You're back, again?" Johnny blurts out, and you give him a weird look.

"You say that as if I don't live here," you tease back.

"What he means to say is, how was work?" Peter tries to diffuse the slight awkwardness.

Something was definitely up with them, but you couldn't figure out what it was.

"I was grocery shopping. Seriously, what is going on?"

"Nothing, nothing. Here, let me help you with those," Bob says, and takes the bags from your hands. As your back is turned, he mouths at Peter to 'put them back'.

---

If only Peter could put them back, but for some reason, Johnny was holding a few of the letters hostage.

"Dude, seriously, where did you put the rest of them? We need to put them back before she notices," Peter tells Johnny.

Peter is currently ransacking Johnny's room, as Johnny watches him, without a care in the world.

"You know, I think an opportunity has fallen into our laps."

Peter loudly groans. "Please, don't involve us in one of your schemes...again."

"If I remember correctly, you're the one who found them."

"Yeah, by accident!"

Johnny sits up in his chair. "I think we should play cupid."

Peter furiously shakes his head no.

"Ah, c'mon. It's clear that our friend and roommate has been bottling up her feelings. That's not good."

"Just because your love life is stagnant. It doesn't mean you should mess around with someone else's."

"Peter, why do you have to be so dull? Even Bob is down."

Peter gives Johnny a suspicious look. "Really, Bob?"

Johnny rolls his eyes. "Okay, fine, he only said yes because Joaquin said yes."

"I don't think I have a choice, but just know I'm taking a backseat in this."

Johnny jumps up. "That's the spirit! And I think I know who she's crushing on."

Johnny smirks to himself.

"If you say yourself. I'm throwing myself off the roof."

"Johnny's roasting hours are over. Anyways, I know it's me since she mentioned blue eyes in one of her letters."

"There's no way," Peter scoffs out.

"Look for yourself." Johnny reaches under his mattress and pulls out one of the love letters.

"Wow, what a creative hiding place."

Peter feels slightly guilty for reading your letter, but he didn't believe a word Johnny was saying.

Peter looks up at Johnny's pleased face. "Blue eyes could mean anyone."

"Nah, call it a gut feeling. Joaquin's best friend has a massive crush on Johnny Storm."

"I thought she would have better taste," Peter jokingly says.

PRESENT

The letters are gone. There's no going back. You just don't understand where they went. You're just hoping none of your roommates has found them.

Although you have a sneaking suspicion that one of them might know something about the love letters. Peter and Bob are horrible at lying. You've been friends with Joaquin since you were kids, so you know when he's hiding something, even though he claims otherwise, and Johnny...well, Johnny has been extra to say the least.

You're just glad you've never put a name in those letters, and at the end of the day, they are guys. Who are a bit dense.

Or so you think.

Johnny slides up next to you on the couch. You're trying to finish a crossword puzzle, but Johnny has other ideas.

He casually takes the pen from your hand and starts twirling it between his fingers.

"Did you need something?"

"Why would you think I need something? Can't we two roommates casually chat?"

You internally sigh and put down your puzzle. "Knowing you, nothing is casual."

"Speaking of casual, what are you doing Friday night?" He asks, shooting his dazzling smile. You have to admit, he looks pretty adorable.

"Nothing, why?"

"Wanna go bowling?"

It was so random, and yet so Johnny.

You indulge him, thinking nothing of it. "Sure, why not?" You snatch the pen back and go back to your crossword. Johnny is mentally patting himself on the back.

Who knew asking you out on a date would be this easy?

---

Johnny is pouting on the bench as he watches Bob try to help 'improve' your bowling form.

But so far, all Bob's done is somehow manage to get the bowling ball stuck on his thumb, and the two of you are laughing. Peter is taking the whole situation more seriously than you and Bob, as he anxiously tries to help get Bob's thumb unstuck.

"Why so glum, sugarplum?" Joaquin gloats as he watches Johnny eye you and Bob with disdain.

"Maybe I should have been more straightforward."

"Or maybe it's not you who she's crushing on."

Johnny groans. "Well, who else could it be? Blue eyes, remember? So it's not you or Peter. But one of the letters did say something about how her crush makes her laugh in a quiet way. What does that even mean?"

"Well, if it involves being quiet, she definitely wasn't talking about you."

Johnny shoves Joaquin just as you're walking up to them.

"Okay, it's your turn," you say and thrust a ball into Joaquin's chest.

Joaquin gives Johnny a secretive glance before getting up and joining Bob and Peter.

"You've been awfully quiet this evening," you casually remark and glance over at Johnny.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting the extra company," he mumbles under his breath, but you catch his words.

"Oh," you say, a little embarrassed. You honestly didn't think Johnny was seriously asking you out on a real date. So you didn't see the harm in extending the invitation to the other three as well.

Johnny leans closer to you and quietly says. "Look, I kinda know about the love letters."

Your eyes widen. Out of all the guys, it would be him to find your love letters. You quickly look at the other three.

"Don't worry, the others don't know," Johnny reassures you while also covering for the other three.

Something just occurs to you, and you narrow your eyes at him. "Wait, how many did you read?"

It's the first time you've seen Johnny look embarrassed. "Just a few," he sheepishly replies, and you groan.

"Oh my god, did you think I was crushing on you?"

"Hey, why are you saying it like that?" He sounds offended and a bit hurt.

You soften your gaze at him. "You're a great guy-"

"Are you seriously giving me the 'it's not you, it's me speech,' and we're not even dating?" Johnny asks with a grin, and it makes you feel a little better.

"Johnny, as I was saying, you're a great guy, but I don't see you like that."

Never in your life would you think you would be turning down Johnny Storm. Maybe in another circumstance, things would have been different with him.

He playfully glares at you. "Well, if it's not me you're crushing on. He must be one hell of a guy."

Your eyes quickly dart to Peter, Bob, and Joaquin. "Yeah, he is."

Johnny doesn't miss your glance.

---

"Okay, how about him?" Joaquin asks and shoves his phone in Bob's face.

"What am I looking at?"

Joaquin impatiently waits for Bob to recognize the guy on his phone. Bob's silence answers his question.

"Ugh, don't you remember him? It's Thor, my gym buddy. Remember him from the house party he threw, and you, me, and y/n went."

"Oh," Bob replies slowly and furrows his eyebrows. "Why are you showing me Thor's picture?"

"Dude, because I remember overhearing her saying how he has gorgeous blue eyes. Plus, she acted a little shy around him and giggled a lot. That means my best friend is crushing."

"Okay, if you say so," Bob says uninterested and goes back to reading his book.

Joaquin continues on, even if Bob is partially listening. "Okay, so do you think it's Thor she's crushing on?"

It sounds a bit far-fetched to Bob. From the letter, he read, it sounded like your crush was someone who is very close to you.

Who knows you and sees you.

Thor's party was 5 months ago, and it's not like you're a gym rat. So, he highly doubts you've seen Thor since then.

"Who knows," Bob replies.

Joaquin rolls his eyes. "Bob, please sound a little more enthusiastic."

Bob glances up at Joaquin. "About invading our friend's privacy? And now we're, what? Playing matchmaker? I'm with Peter on this one. Backseat and all that, just don't do something stupid."

Joaquin scoffs at Bob's comment. "I would never. I'm her best friend."

---

"Absolutely not, no," you say and try to shoo Joaquin from behind the counter.

Joaquin has come into your workplace and decided it was the perfect time to say that he's setting you up on a blind date.

"Aw, come on, why not? Thor's a great guy," Joaquin whines and dramatically droops over the counter.

"Thor, as in Loki's brother?"

Loki is one of your co-workers here at the book shop.

"Oh, right. I forgot they're related."

You laugh. "Loki likes to say they're adopted. I mean, they could be, they're polar opposites."

Joaquin gives you a puppy dog look. "So, it's a yes?"

You shake your head in disbelief. "Where is this coming from? Since when are you interested in my love life?"

"Since always. We're besties."

"You're insufferable."

"You know you love me," he says with a grin. "So, yes or yes to a date with a tall blonde with long golden locks and gorgeous blue eyes?"

You snort. "Maybe you should go out with him."

"Nah, he's not my type."

"And you think he's my type?"

Joaquin stands up and stares you down. "I saw the way you were shyly flirting with him at his party."

That makes you laugh. "If you think that's how I flirt. Think again."

"For me, please? You'll have so much fun with him, and he thinks you're pretty."

That's a stroke to your ego coming from a guy who looks like a Greek god.

"Okay, fine."

The date with Thor went well, but there wasn't any romantic chemistry. Thor's fun, loud, and attentive, but it's not the type of guy you're into. Thor had taken you to Coney Island, where he proceeded to win you multiple large stuffed animals.

All in all, the date was a 10/10, but as friends. Most of the time, Thor shared childhood stories of himself and Loki. That had you in tears from laughing so much. You, in turn, shared a few embarrassing moments Loki had when he first started working for you.

Thor picked up on the way you talked about his brother, and that's why he sent a text to Joaquin later that night.

Thor: I'm not the brother she likes. It's definitely Loki.

"Figures, she goes for the tall and brooding brother," Joaquin mutters to himself.

It's a rainy Thursday afternoon when Bob finds himself outside the cozy bookstore you work at.

Bob glances in the front window as he passes and sees you're behind the counter.

He takes a minute to admire your appearance. You have your hair partly up, a pencil is tucked behind your ear, and he's pretty sure you're wearing one of his oversized sweaters.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of you wearing his sweater. Do you know it's his? Maybe you thought it was Joaquin's.

He’s about to enter the store when your co-worker rounds the corner holding a high pile of books. He watches as you laugh and say something to Loki, before taking some of the books.

Loki says something, probably something sarcastic, that has you giggling. Bob feels his heart drop a little as he watches the two of you interact. Before he can turn away, you look up, and you catch his eye.

With a bright smile and a wave, Bob finds himself entering the store.

“Were you planning on standing there all day?” Loki asks with a glint in his eye. You lightly nudge Loki to tell him to knock it off.

“Oh-uh, well, I was just admiring the display you have out front.”

You’re rounding the counter and take hold of Bob’s arm. “C’mon, we can talk in the back.”

Bob watches as you start putting books away. The book in your hand catches his eye.

“Here I love you,” Bob suddenly says, and you almost drop the book you’re holding.

“Wh-what?” You ask, trying to hide your shocked expression.

Bob laughs lightly and takes the book from your hand. “Here I love you by Pablo Neruda. Didn’t you say that was one of your favorite poems?”

You blink rapidly, realizing he’s referring to the book he’s holding. “Uh… yeah, one of them.”

“It’s a bit sad, don’t you think?”

“I disagree, it’s more bittersweet.”

Bob smirks slightly. “You’re familiar with unrequited love?”

You turn your attention back to the books. “More than you could know,” you mutter, and Bob hears you.

“You’d be surprised,” Bob replies, and his response catches you off guard.

“Oh, does Bob have a secret crush?” You try to sound casual, but your heart is racing.

“Well I-”

“If you two are done making out. I need your help up front.” Loki’s dry tone startles both of you.

Your shift is almost over, and Bob decides to wait around for you. He can’t help but notice how you and Loki interact with each other. How you two almost move in synch, the small, casual touches Loki gives you as he passes behind you. The way Loki’s gaze lingers on your face whenever he makes a sarcastic remark or dry joke, and it never fails to make you smile or laugh.

Maybe you were crushing on Loki after all.

“You know he keeps looking over at you,” Loki murmurs to you as he finishes ringing up a customer.

“Who?”

Loki gives you a look that says ‘humor me’. “That slightly awkward fellow camped out on the couch, who else?”

“Bob, isn’t awkward.”

Loki smirks. “I never said anything about Bob. Besides, he’s not even on the couch.”

You glance over and see it’s an older man on the couch. Turning back, you see that Loki is holding back a smile.

"You two are not subtle at all."

You ignore Loki's job, because it can't be true.

"You know someone has to make the first move, right?" Loki's final comment sticks with you.

---

Back in your room, you sit at your desk and pull out another stationery paper.

Your pen hovers for a moment, and then it starts flowing along the blank page.

You're halfway through writing when there's a knock on your door. You quickly hide the letter while saying. "Come in."

Of course it's Bob.

"Hey, we're starting the movie if you want to join us."

"Yeah, just give me a minute and I'll be right out."

Bob notices that you're still holding your fountain pen. Bob gives you a slight nod and retreats from your room.

Once he's gone, you quickly finish the letter and tuck it into an envelope. This time, you address it.

You manage to sneak into Bob's room without being noticed and leave the letter on his desk.

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scoopsahoy · 2 days ago

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every time i hear "size kink" i think it means like body size. and i've seen that you're doing clark fics now! so i was just wondering if you can do smth (like one of the other ones you wrote) where he'd been watching you at work for a while, noticing your body in the clothes you have on (plus size reader) and yall finally go on a date, go back to your apartment, and he absolutely worships your body when yall fuck. like genuinely loves how you look.

ぺ word count ⋰ 5.5k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ reader in her thirties, slight objectification, oral + fingering, unprotected sex

៚ a/n ⋰ is that... not what that means... i always assumed it meant body size too. also every time i put these into a word counter i'm shocked that i've managed to write so much lol. i don't think i've ever consistently written these many words in fics for anyone else. david's clark just does something to me i can't help it

✐ masterlist

You looked exceptionally good today. Normally, you wore jeans, a button up shirt, and loafers to work. It was comfortable and formal enough that you and the boss were fine with it. But today, you were wearing slacks which came up to exactly the right spot on your waist to compliment your body, a plain white v-neck that admittedly dipped a little bit lower than you were normally comfortable in and showed off the freckles on your chest, and you had your hair up in a claw clip.

Pretty much the entire outfit was new, and it caught the attention of the men in The Daily Planet bullpen. When you walked in, Clark, Jimmy, Steve, and even Cat couldn't take their eyes off of you for a few seconds. And this was mostly because it was the first time you'd worn form-fitting clothes since you started.

You'd even spoken about how you would never wear tight clothes. That you refused, adamant that you thought they just didn't suit your personality.

But today? Your clothes hugged you. In the seven years you'd worked there, not once had your cleavage been visible.

When you noticed them staring, you raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, only accentuating your chest, but reminding you exactly why you never dressed this way.

"Well, good morning to you guys too," you interjected, which made them all look away. Except Clark. He spun in his chair as you walked past, the tip of his pen on his bottom lip. His eyes were glued to your ass, swaying as you walked. You sat two desks away from Lois, your back turned to them.

Lois noticed him staring, throwing a crumpled post-it note at him to get his attention.

"Very subtle," she said quietly. She walked over to his desk and leaned her elbows on the separator, continuing to speak soft enough that you couldn't hear. "You're basically undressing her with your eyes."

"I can't help it. She looks different today."

"She's wearing tighter clothes. Which she never does."

"New clothes, too, from the looks of it."

"How can you tell?"

"I'm just assuming. She's never worn them, and they look like she just took the tags off of them."

Jimmy rolled over to Clark's desk, crossing his ankle over his knee.

"I never thought I'd say this, but damn."

"Gross, Jimmy," Lois said. This was when you began to be able to hear them.

"What? Am I wrong?"

"No. Just... chill out."

"What, you guys are allowed to say it and I'm not?"

"It's just clothes," Clark said. "Clothes that leave little to the imagination, but still clothes."

"Does that mean you're imagining it?" Jimmy asked, making Clark falter.

"I am," Steve chimed in, taking a bite of his donut.

"I can hear you, you know," you said, spinning around in your chair. "You aren't very subtle. I got new clothes yesterday at Goodwill. I thought they looked good, so I wore them. I assumed we were all adult enough for me to change it up every once in a while." You grabbed your cardigan and pulled it on, covering everything they'd been staring at.

"Hey, don't do tha-" Steve started, getting a firm elbow in his side from Lois.

"I'll try not to be such a distraction from now on." You sighed to yourself and turned back around to your computer before they dispersed, all going back to their own desks.

About ten minutes went by before Clark sat down in the chair next to your desk where you typically interviewed people, setting down a muffin on top of your papers. You set your pen down and crossed your arms on the desk. Your cardigan didn't cover you completely though, and when you looked down at the muffin, he let his eyes drift back down to your chest.

"What's this for?"

"An apology. For earlier."

"It's fine."

"I really wasn't trying to make you feel... objectified?"

"I was indeed feeling objectified."

"And I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose."

"Seriously, Clark, it's fine. To be completely honest with you, that was the first time I'd ever felt like that. A part of me kind of enjoyed it."

He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "Really?"

"Yeah. Turns out guys in Metropolis tend to not really like fat chicks."

"Then they're not real men."

This comment caught you off guard. Normally when you brought up your weight, people tried to convince you you weren't fat. They were always overly reassuring and empathetic, and it got exhausting.

But he wasn't doing that. In fact, he was saying that 'real men' liked fat women. Now, granted, you wouldn't normally call yourself fat outside of a joke. You were big, but you'd come to realize that you weren't nearly as fat as the bullies in your life tried to convince you that you were.

"What?" you asked, genuinely surprised.

"I just mean that-"

"Kent!" yelled a booming voice from the boss's office.

"Yeah, Chief?"

"Get in here."

"Sorry. Gotta go. The muffin is banana nut."

He jumped up and swiftly walked to Perry's office, and you just looked back down at the muffin. But his words stuck.

You typically didn't really care for the 'real men' argument, as it was typically only used when men showed emotion or opened up. But Clark didn't mean it like that.

He'd been eyeing you for years. You started when you were twenty-four, and he'd already been there for a couple of years. You didn't meet immediately, as you were an intern starting out.

You first met when you almost bumped into him carrying a couple of boxes which eluded your view. You were less than a foot away from the boxes hitting his hand, which was holding a mug of hot coffee.

He stepped out of the way just in time, but you still stepped on his foot.

"Oh, shit, sorry," you said, moving your head to peer past the other side of the boxes. And there he was.

Young Clark was... hot. Admittedly, you thought he got hotter with age. But he was fine when you first met him, too.

"No worries, you want some help?" He was already putting the mug down as he said this, not giving you a chance to say no. He could see over them considering he was taller than you, and you rolled your shoulders when he had them in his grip.

"Ugh, thank you. I didn't think I'd be able to hold those any longer."

He grinned at you, his dimples popping out and making your mind go blank.

"Where you taking these?"

"Uh... Oh, to the archives room."

He nodded and walked to your destination, and you grabbed his mug as you followed him. You noticed that he wasn't struggling at all, in fact it looked like he was carrying a bag of feathers.

"Thank you," you repeated when he set them down on the table.

"'Course. Need anything else?" He put his hands in his pockets.

You shook your head. "Just that. Mr. Perry is having me grab some documents from them." He chuckled when you said that. "What?"

He shook his head. "Nobody calls him Mr. Perry."

"Oh. What do you guys call him?"

"I call him Chief, but he kind of hates that so I call him that on purpose. Just call him Perry or Chief."

"Oh, cool. Thanks."

"I'm Clark." He stuck his hand out, and you shook his. His hand enveloped yours, which you noticed immediately.

"Y/N."

"Pretty name."

You swallowed the spit in your mouth. "Thanks." There were a couple of seconds of silence. "Here, I grabbed your coffee."

"Oh, awesome. I have a feeling Steve would've stolen this." He took a sip. "How long you been here?"

"Uh, it's my second week."

"Really?" You nodded. "That's awesome. Well, I hope we get to work together soon."

"Y-Yeah, me too. Maybe you can teach me some things."

"Maybe." Another awkward silence. "Well, I'll let you get to it. Let me know if you need my help again, I'm on the other side of that beam," he said as he pointed out the window of the room and to his desk.

"Will do."

And that window? It became his focus that day. He just wanted to watch you, unable to take his eyes off of you.

And he stared at you a lot. He'd use the tv, which hung on said beam, as an excuse to scoot away from his desk and look your way. He wasn't subtle about it, the other employees noticing almost immediately. But you couldn't see, as your desk faced away from him.

And before you knew it, seven years had passed. Seven years of having a secret admirer. Seven years of Clark requesting you for Secret Santa every year and wearing the Chief down into allowing it. Seven years of him imagining what you'd look like under your clothes, imagining the sounds you'd make if he could get his mouth between your legs.

But he always forced himself to stop those thoughts when they started, knowing he shouldn't be thinking them. But you had no idea how many nights he went to sleep thinking about that, pleasing himself while imagining it was you making him feel good, not his own hand. He didn't do that much to begin with, but after he met you, it was every time.

So when he finally did get to come a little bit clean, basically half-admitting that he found you attractive, you couldn't focus. Your work didn't matter, you couldn't get yourself in the flow. You just kept replaying those words - 'Then they're not real men'.

But you were afraid to ask. You didn't like confrontation, even if it was for this. So when you clocked out and slipped into the elevator, you thought for a moment that your ride would be alone.

Until a hand slipped through the almost closed doors, making them open back up. And there stood Clark, his tie loosened and jacket hung over his briefcase.

You looked at the floor. He leaned back against the wall across from the door, your arms only a few inches apart.

"Glad to be done for the day," he said once the doors closed again.

"Yeah."

"You got plans tonight?" This was something he asked you relatively regularly, but right now it felt different.

You shook your head. "Nope. Maybe I'll watch a movie."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Sounds fun."

"Yeah."

Silence for a moment, neither of you saying anything until you were at the floor above the lobby.

"I meant what I said earlier. By the way." You looked up at him, but didn't say anything. And neither did he.

The door opened, and he looked at you before stepping off the elevator. It took you a second, but you followed closely behind.

"What... uh... what did you mean by that, exactly?" He allowed you to go through the spinning door first, and you stood there for a second until he made it through too.

When you got outside, you were pleasantly surprised to see that the five o'clock foot traffic had mostly died down, meaning you wouldn't have to shout to hear him.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just asking for clarification."

"What is there to clarify."

"Everything."

It took him a second to gather his thoughts. "I just... I find it hard to believe that there are men out there who claim to love women, yet reject them just because they're bigger. Just doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Why's that?"

"I just don't think you can rule a woman out as a potential match for the sole reason that she's big. You know, I'm gonna sound like one of those guys when I say this, but women are more than just something to have sex with. You guys have personalities, feelings, you're people. You know? And when you're bigger, there's just more of you to love. At least that's how I look at it. More to love means more love to show." Your expression was one of shock. "What?"

"Just never heard a guy say that."

"I mean, not everyone can handle a big woman." You couldn't help but laugh, knowing he was being completely genuine. "I'm serious! Not all men are worthy."

"Worthy? Come on, now, Clark. That's a little bit of an exaggeration."

"Not for me."

"I don't doubt that. I just... I don't know. It's hard to believe that a lot of guys feel that way."

"Who cares about them? If he's not willing to give you a chance because of something as superficial as weight, he doesn't deserve for you to give him a chance."

The energy between you two was... different. You'd never in your life met a man who loved big women like this. And you almost didn't want to stop talking about it.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" you asked, trying not to sound nervous.

"Don't know. Probably same as you, find a movie."

"Wanna watch one together?"

"Heck yeah. You sure I'm not intruding?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I thought you were."

You'd stopped at a local pizzeria on your way to your apartment, picking up a couple of individual slices and eating them on the way.

You searched for a movie that sounded good for what felt like hours before you gave up. Eventually, you got yourself a glass of white wine from the kitchen, and the two of you started talking about stories you'd reported on recently.

"I swear to God, he looked me in the eye and said, "My mother was abducted by aliens when I was a kid," you said, making you giggle.

"I think I remember that article. Didn't it go, like, mega-viral?"

"Two million views. Nothing he said the entire time made any sense. It was hilarious."

Yet again, another few seconds of silence. You took your glass to the kitchen, rinsing it out before you walked back over, crossing your arms and leaning back against the edge of your dining table.

"Alright, Clark... Look, I have to be honest. I can't stop thinking about what we talked about earlier."

"What?"

"The... fat thing."

"What about it?"

"I don't know. I'm just... mind blown."

"What's so hard for you to believe about this?"

"Because I've never met another guy who feels that way. I mean, when we were kids, you used to be called a 'chubby chaser' if you liked fat women. And most of the time when guys say they like big women, they're either only saying that to get laid, or they only like, like, their thighs. They almost never like the other stuff."

"Like?" He stood up and walked over, mimicking you by crossing his arms. And good fucking god did he look good doing it.

You thought for a moment. "Stretch marks."

"Hot."

You squinted at him. "Back rolls."

"Hot."

"Big bellies."

"So hot."

"Lower back dimples."

"Don't even get me started."

"Double chin," you said slowly, like you were trying to catch him in a lie.

"Also hot." He mimicked your slowed speech.

"So what, exactly, is your ideal body type?"

"You know those old statues in Greece they made of goddesses?"

"Mhm."

"That. And, to be completely honest, sometimes more."

And you knew exactly what he was talking about. The big women they used to immortalize in art because they were chubby. Fatness back then equated to royalty, as it meant you could afford to eat. It was the ideal body to have, one that women strived for.

And while you were a bit bigger than them, your body was relatively close.

"Is there anything you don't like?"

"When people don't believe me."

You laughed through your nose. "You got me there. But seriously. Is there anything you don't like about big women? Like, physically?"

"Physically? No. The only thing I don't like is how you feel about yourself. Like no one has ever made you feel as pretty as you are."

You relaxed your arms and gripped the edges of the table, looking at the floor. He stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between your bodies.

"Let me ask you something," he said, getting your attention again.

"Ask away."

"What parts of your body do you like?" You scoffed. "I'm serious."

"Uh..." You mentally scanned your body, thinking of every single part of it. "Nothing, really. Maybe my boobs?"

He raised his eyebrows. "That's it?"

You shrugged. "Yeah. That's it."

"Shame."

"What?"

"I don't think there's a single thing I don't like." This made you laugh again. "I'm serious."

"You say that. But you've only seen what I've let you see." He cocked an eyebrow. "Don't... that sounded wrong."

"I mean, you're right."

"I know."

You were speechless. You genuinely had nothing to say. Your mind was empty. But you quickly thought of something else.

"Have you ever... imagined more?" Your voice cracked when you said 'more'.

"You really want me to answer that?"

"You basically just did."

He smirked. "Yes. I have."

"How long after we met?"

"Not long."

"How long?"

He leaned down and braced his hands behind you on the table, your faces barely far enough away to be able to see anything other than his eyes.

"Couple days."

"So... you've been imagining for... seven years?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Sounds about right. You should've heard what I was thinking the first time you wore a skirt."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I hated that skirt. I only wore it because I had no clean pants."

"Well, at least one of us liked it."

"Thank God."

"I couldn't look at you for most of the day. Honestly. You looked so good in it."

His eyes flashed down to your lips for a brief second before returning eye contact. You were both trying to resist giving in, to stop yourselves from changing your relationship as much as you still could. But right now, all you wanted was his hands on you, for him to actually prove his love for people who look like you.

"Did you... like your muffin earlier?"

"Clark."

"Hm?"

"There's only one way to prove you're being honest. About being attracted to me."

"Mhm."

You leaned in slightly. "So... prove it."

He felt a chill course through his body before he closed the gap, kissing you hesitantly. It was slow at first, like he was afraid to touch you. But after a moment, he lifted you onto the table, parting your knees with his thighs.

He leaned forward which caused your body to move backwards a bit, his hands sliding up high enough that he could palm the rolls on your back that you were so insecure about.

A minute of passionate kissing later, he leaned you back, your body hitting the table. You pulled your legs up a bit, opening up more space for him.

He pushed your shirt up, gently pressing kisses to your sternum. You had to look down to watch him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he whispered, unbuttoning your slacks before undoing the zipper. As he started to peel them down, you lifting your hips to assist him, you took a deep breath.

"You better be serious about what you were saying."

The second he pulled your pants down far enough to spot your stretch marks, his eyes widened. He was distracted by them, feeling his mouth water.

He ran his thumb down the scars, the only thought in his head being how fucking hot you were.

"Jeez," he whispered, immediately pulling the waistline of your pants all the way down to reveal the rest of your belly. "So hot."

And when he kissed the marks on your skin and around your belly button, you were genuinely in awe. This was the first time you'd let someone see you with lights on, and his reaction made you feel like a goddess, just like he intended.

And once he had your pants off, the only clothes remaining being your shirt and underwear, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, sliding his hands up your sides. "It's insane how beautiful you are. I can't believe you've been hiding this."

You bit your lip, sitting up. You pulled your shirt off to reveal a not-so-sexy bra, not expecting anyone to see it today.

He found his hands on your thighs, sliding up and down as you looked at him. You reached up and pulled his glasses off, realizing this was the first time you'd seen him without them.

And damn it was he not hotter without them. How he managed that you had no idea. You didn't think it was possible for him to make your knees any weaker than they were before, but this did it. He took them and set them in one of the chairs under the table.

You began unbuttoning his shirt, but he didn't feel like waiting for all of them to be undone. So he simply pulled it over his head, as well as the short-sleeve shirt he wore under it.

Before you could look too long, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you again, his other hand landing on your lower back and pulling your hips forward. He kept his hand there, just wanting your bodies to be close.

You unhooked your bra as he did, throwing it to your left. But he didn't look immediately. His hand slid up to your mid-back and you placed your hands on the table behind you. This position accentuated your collarbones and hips, and when he did finally look at you, it was like he was looking at a treasure chest.

"Gosh."

"You do know you can say actual swear words, right?"

"Some people say it's charming."

"That's what we're calling it?" you joked.

"Oh, yeah. It is."

He just looked at you, his eyes soft.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head to one side. "What are you staring at?"

"You."

"I can see that. But why?"

"I've thought about this moment for seven years. And it's finally happening. I'm just happy."

"Alright, calm down a little."

"I don't think I can."

"I hope it shows," you said, propping your right foot up on the couch next to him. "I haven't shaved, I hope that's okay. Didn't really expect this."

"Even better."

You were baffled. He liked everything men typically didn't like. Hair, fat, rolls. You really did wonder if there was anything he truly didn't like.

"Lay back," he commanded, which you did. He slowly pulled your underwear off, and you took a deep breath at the idea of being exposed to him.

He knelt down onto the floor, and all you could feel was his barely-there stubble scratching against your thighs as he kissed them, and you were so nervous that they were slightly trembly.

He could feel his pants becoming more restrictive, but he couldn't help it. You looked so pretty from this angle, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

But he needed to know how you taste. How sweet your juices were - like you were his favorite fruit. You were already glistening, and he could smell you even before he took your underwear off. He lifted your knees onto his shoulders, your calves lying against his back.

And you tasted sweeter than he imagined. Not to mention how sweet you sounded. Your moans were high pitched, breaths shaky. Your back arched into the air as your hips ground into his face and your left hand gripped the edge of the table.

"Shit," you breathed, hands on top of his. "That feels good, Clark."

"Mm," he simply said, refusing to take his eyes off of you. His fingers pressed into the skin of your thighs, which were seemingly trying to push his shoulders back. But he held you where he wanted you, where he knew he could make you feel good.

Normally, he liked to take his time going down on women. He liked to focus on keeping them going as long as he could. But he was desperate to know what you looked and sounded like when you came, to feel you explode in pleasure under him.

So he slid two fingers into you, which made you jump slightly. And when you felt that familiar sensation of his digits pressing on your g-spot, you gasped so loud it surprised even you.

"Shit," you said again before your right fingers grabbed his hair. Which was one of his favorite things. Making you so desperate that you had nothing to grab other than his hair and pull? Oh, he loved that.

You were used to only having stimulation on your clit. This was the first time anyone had ever focused on your g-spot at the same time, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly you felt yourself about to cum.

And you were doing your damnedest to hold it off. But Clark noticed. And he noticed it immediately. So he pulled his mouth away, keeping his fingers going.

"Stop holding back."

"It's too soon."

"It's never too soon. Come on, let me hear you."

When his tongue returned to licking you, your orgasm hit you hard. Your moans were loud, gasps sharp, and table rocking under you.

And it was like music to his ears, and he refused to stop listening. It took him some serious consideration before he decided to stop so he could fuck you instead.

He didn't give you a chance to catch your breath, instead pulling your body back into a sitting position and kissing you again.

"Can we go to the couch?" you asked into his mouth, your hands sliding around his body and slipping into his back pockets. "It's much more comfortable than this table."

You returned your hands to his front, unbuttoning his pants. You slowly pulled them down, almost teasing him.

"Is it?"

"Oh yeah. Much."

Once you got his pants all the way down, you took a deep breath. He was much bigger than you were expecting, and you could barely get your hand around him.

He took in a sharp breath at the feeling of your fingers around him, jerking him off slowly. And it made you smirk, seeing him crumble at your touch.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tip, which was pink and leaking pre-cum. Without warning, he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. You gasped involuntarily, shocked how light he made you seem to him.

"How are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Carrying me."

"You weigh nothing to me, Y/N."

"Seriously?"

He sat down on the couch, sitting you in his lap. You were soaked, feeling him pressing into you.

"What about a condom?" he asked into your mouth.

"I'm on the pill."

You reached down and lined him up at your entrance, but he stopped you.

"Don't rush this, Y/N. We have all night."

You nodded. "Sorry. I still feel awkward with you seeing me naked."

His hands slid up from your thighs to your ribs, his thumbs gently stroking your skin.

"Why?"

"Because you're the first one to see me naked in... years."

"Didn't you have a boyfriend a few years ago?"

"We only had sex in the dark. He never saw me."

He reached up and cupped your cheeks, and a small smile formed on your lips.

"He was missing out. You're so beautiful."

You pressed another kiss to his lips before pulling away but keeping your foreheads together as you sunk down onto him. Your brows furrowed while his rose.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, letting him fully settle inside of you. "You're so big."

"Is that okay?"

"Mhm. Just... give me a minute. Need to get used to you."

"Take all the time you need."

You found a sweet spot between bouncing and grinding, and you could tell it felt good for him, too. He was gripping your hips firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin much harder than he meant to.

Your hands settled on his pecs with your palms flat against his skin. And when you threw your head back, he could've sworn he was witnessing the most beautiful sight.

He claimed your chest as space to press his lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and guiding your movements. One of your hands found itself back in his hair, palming the back of his head.

"Clark?" you asked, struggling to get the words out.

"Yeah?"

"Lay me on the arm of the couch. My legs can barely hold me up right now."

So he did was he was told. He sat on his knees, positioning you so that the arm of the couch came up to your mid back. You were still in his lap, but he was above you and doing all the work now.

And boy, did he do it.

He held your hips high enough to comfortably thrust into you, still attacking your chest with his mouth. Your head fell backwards over the couch, and you were incredibly happy you asked for this.

This position was even better, your hole opening wider for him. You held him close, your arms hooked around his neck.

"Oh my god, Clark, that feels so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Please don't stop. God."

You couldn't think of anything other than how piss poor all of the other men you'd been with were at sex. Clark had much more experience than all of them put together, and it showed in what he was doing. He knew how to hit all of the good spots in you, how to make your legs jelly.

You were being unexpectedly loud, physically unable to keep yourself quiet. But he loved it. He'd literally dreamed of this moment, of making you cry from pleasure. He intended on doing nothing but putting you in a state of euphoria.

By the time you felt your second orgasm approaching, the couch was a few inches left of where it was when you started.

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"I've never - fuck - I've never- Never came during sex."

He groaned when you said this, the idea of giving you your first mid-sex orgasm almost making his movements falter.

"Seriously?" You just shook your head. "Just let me make you feel good."

He kissed you so deeply, so sternly. When you did finally cum, your mouth fell open and cries fell out.

"Look at me, Y/N," he said, holding your face steady. "So pretty."

He fucked you through it, a tear slipping out of your right eye and down your cheek.

You squeezing him as you came pushed him to the edge.

"Y/N, I'm almost there." You pulled him close again, wanting to hold him as he finished.

And that's what he did. He let out a few intense moans as he did, fucking you bruisingly rough.

Your entire body shook when he stopped, pleasure coursing through your veins. He pulled you back into his lap as he sat back, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears.

"Jesus, Clark."

"That okay?" You simply nodded, still out of breath. "Did I do it?"

"What?"

"Prove that I do think you're hot?"

"I think so," you said sarcastically. "But you might have to prove it again. And another time after that. And then one more time-"

He chuckled and interrupted you with another kiss, his hands sliding up and down your back.

Clark didn't stay that night. He had no clothes, and the ones he did have were still wet with your arousal. But he stayed for a while, just talking with you.

The next morning, you sighed when you stood up. You couldn't walk properly. You were sore, and you knew you'd be in hell walking to work.

And Jimmy was the first to notice.

"You twist your ankle or something?" he asked when he watched you struggle to walk past his desk.

"No, just..." you glanced over at Clark, who was struggling to hide his smile as he turned his chair to watch you as you walked to your desk. "Slept wrong. I'm fine."

When you sat down, you involuntarily winced. Jimmy rolled over next to Clark, giving him a suspicious look.

"What's going on with her?" he whispered.

"How should I know?"

"I mean, you guys are basically besties. She have a date or something last night she didn't tell us about?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a date." Clark mentally slapped himself for that, knowing he basically just gave away what happened.

"She got laid?" Jimmy's eyes were big. "With who?"

Clark shrugged. "No idea."

And then, it clicked. "Dude!" Jimmy lightly smacked Clark in the shoulder with the back of his hand. "It was you, wasn't it?" His volume was a bit louder now, and you could hear them talking about it.

"Jimmy-"

"Come on, dude! You can tell me."

"I... I can neither confirm nor deny." Jimmy smacked him with the back of his hand again, and Clark sighed. "Calm down, man."

"You finally did it. Congrats man."

"Shut up, Jimmy."

"Proud of you, buddy."

Clark couldn't help but chuckle. When you heard Jimmy roll away, you looked over your shoulder at Clark and exchanged smiles, which made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

It didn't sink in until he got home the night before that he'd finally pulled you. Seven years of pining and he was beginning to give up on that hope. But it happened. And it was amazing. And he remembered it so vividly. He wished he'd taped the sounds you made, the pretty moans that surprised him when they came out of you.

He wanted to listen to them forever. But for now, they only existed in his memory, and he had to stop himself from thinking about them at work.

Because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pulling you into one of the private offices in the back of the building and coaxing them out of you again.

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ms-demeanor · 2 days ago

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I have an angry little monster that lives in my head that doesn't get off the leash much and this is very good for the little monster and is also appropriate enrichment for her enclosure; if I were doing this kind of furious deep dive into everyone that slighted me I'd be more concerned but at the moment it's pleasant to have a target that I don't feel guilty about aiming at and can actually talk about.

It's not terribly difficult to get a dealer license in California, but theirs is suspended and I suspect the DMV would be interested in the fact that they're selling cars from dealer-only auctions as private personal sales.

My goal at this point is mostly to calmly say "hey, I know you fucked me on this but I'd like a refund of $X. If you can transfer me this money I would appreciate it, otherwise I am going to be forced to seek restitution through small claims, which I would prefer not to."

I suspect that they will refuse, at which point I will file paperwork for a small claims suit (that includes filing costs in the suit!) and have it served at their home address. At that point I will once again ask for a refund of $X+ filing and service fees instead of going to court. I'm hopeful that at that point they will pay, and if they do not I will go to small claims court, where I suspect I will win. Fortunately, I know they tend to have quite a lot of money in their bank accounts because they're scamming people into paying direct into their bank accounts (like I did) so I think it will be relatively easy to collect.

After that (and perhaps during that) I plan on raining nuclear hellfire on their vast array of scams via reporting to various business entities.

I'd prefer it if cops weren't involved because yeah, these people suck and are doing shitty things but I don't really believe in prisons.

Thankfully, I'm sure I've got this right because the scam girlfriend had us pay to the bank account that necessarily had her legal name on it as well as the name of her scam car dealership, which helped me to track down that business address and then cascaded into the real estate/medicare/seminar nonsense that was, thankfully, very easy to identify because she's a big believer in branding and has used a limited set of phrases and the exact same three photos across her websites going back to 2016.

The guy who sold the car is obviously a scammy asshole also, but it's pretty clear in this case that the girlfriend is the ringleader.

Also, it's unfortunate that I got scammed like this but it is also a good educational opportunity! I have been talking about buying cars and how to do so safely for a few weeks now and it's very good to have a clear illustration that it's really easy to get scammed even if you're aware of the risks of being scammed. This has definitely changed some of the advice that I'd give to people looking to do private car sales and is a new experience for me (I had been car shopping with a few very specific terms in a few very specific areas; the car I bought turned up in one search but I didn't do a broader search of the area or look at other posts with similar pricing/phrasing but different cars because I didn't think to look out for this kind of scam, it's not common in the places that I'm more used to looking for cars which I suspect has a fair amount to do with the economic makeup of the area where the scammers are operating, which was about 50 miles from where I live) and will probably get a very comprehensive writeup on how to look for craigslist car scams once I've gotten this a bit more settled. When I tried to find more listings from these folks, I ended up finding several other unconnected groups running the same scam, but only in very specific areas of LA county.

The thing is, while this is not *great* for me financially and I'm not happy about it, I'm able to absorb this hit better than a lot of people looking for cars online and I'm able to research this, document it, and present it better than most other people would be.

So is this a particularly healthy thing to be doing? Probably not, but think of it like a Victorian operating theater. It's messy and gross and the patient is going to be put on embarrassing display, but hopefully the audience will learn a lot.

Since this is an old car with a ton of miles on it, I'm not going to be protected by lemon laws.

What I've got here is evidence of fraud, but fraud is relatively unlikely to be prosecuted and also fuck the police. So that puts me solidly in the realm of a lawsuit and the numbers involved are small enough that we're talking small claims court.

And it's not like I can sue him for the cost of a $7k car, I bought a $2500 car with the awareness that it was a $2500 car, to be made whole in this situation I either need him to refund the sale and take back the car, or to pay for the costs that I reasonably expected to be covered by that $2500 that weren't.

I also can't dump $7k into it and sue him for that, now that I know what's up with the car I can choose to ask him to refund it and take it back, or keep it and ask him to refund the difference between what the car is worth and what I paid. And if I ask nicely and he doesn't do that I can sue. (I think technically I don't have to ask but personally I think it might be easier to ask and threaten suit and see what happens than it would be to have to actually go to court and collect)

For anyone who isn't familiar, the Craigslist listing for this car is screenshotted in my pinned post, but I'm going to go over the things he lied about in the listing point by point.

2006 Subaru Outback

189,000 miles

2.5L engine

Excellent condition

Clean title

Registered until May 2026

He said that the car had belonged to a family member, and that he had owned it for the last four years, that it was well maintained, that he knew the creaking sound was shocks and he decided to sell the car instead of having them done, and that the car had a dealer plate because he had his personalized plates transferred, which is also why he didn't have the title but that he would give me the dealer paperwork.

I drove the car for about a mile, large bastard and I did a brief visual inspection, I filled out the bill of sale while large bastard zelled the money and the seller didn't give us the 'dealer' paperwork to look over until after the money was transferred.

That is where I screwed up, taking it at face value that there was an uncomplicated reason for the paperwork being weird and not insisting on looking at it first.

Now, let's go over the issues with the car and the things I'm going to have to pay for to make it kind-of match the listing and his description in person:

Front axles need to be replaced

Oil leak

Power steering pump leak

Car was not registered and fees mean that it will cost about $500 to get legal

It was also purchased from an impound auction (meaning it didn't come from his uncle and he didn't know the maintenence history) and it's a 2005 with 200k on the odometer and a 3.0L engine.

But here's the thing - some of that is stuff that I can't sue for (the 9k extra miles on the clock, I saw that, accepted that, and verified that as part of the sale) or wouldn't be unreasonable as part of buying a $2500 car.

The way I'm looking at this is "what are the things that an average car-literate person would miss if they owned a car for four years?" versus "What are things that were lied about?"

The oil leaks are pretty minor, the power steering pump isn't something that most people notice until it goes out, and a ton of car owners have no idea what size their engine is. Those are all things that are pretty easy for the average car owner to get wrong or not notice (ditto the differential oil and the brake fluid I've discussed elsewhere - most people have no idea what the service schedules are like for those). Even though the leaks and the power steering pump may be the most expensive potential fixes, they're also the kind of risk you assume when you buy an old car and are the kind of things you see on well maintained older cars that run well. That kind of fix is what I anticipated when I saw the listing.

The things that are surprising, were directly lied about, and were *not* factored into my decision to buy the car are:

Two year's worth of registration fees and a smog check (listing said that registration was good until 2026)

The pain in the ass with the title, for which I'm going to miss a day of work (listing said clean title, seller lied about the paperwork he was giving us)

Axles need replacing (when we asked about the audible creaking, he said he knew it was shocks - if he had said 'i don't know what that is' or 'yeah the front axles are bad' I wouldn't have bought the car, but since he claimed he'd been driving it for four years and knew it was shocks, I accepted that as reasonable maintenance on an old car)

Prior ownership status (the unknown history of an impound auction car makes it a no-go compared to a 2-owner car that was held by one family for 20 years)

I could honestly even see the axles as a "pay your money take your chances, people don't know cars" thing when buying an older car except he said that his mechanic had said it was shocks.

I would like everyone to note that at least 2 of these issues (title status and history) could have *theoretically* been avoided if I had run a carfax report or similar on the vin, though I'm actually impressed with his lie about the license plates. The vehicle history report DOES show only one owner until July of this year, which makes sense both as an uncle selling a car to a nephew without bothering to do a title transfer until replacement plates were requested, and as a car from a single owner that got impounded and auctioned and resold by a liar.

I'm currently torn. I've spent a couple hundred dollars on the car (aside from what I paid the seller) but there's no sense in throwing good money after bad, so it's possible that I'd be better off trying to revert the sale. On the other hand, this seems recoverable with some work that I'm capable of doing and I don't dislike the car but I wouldn't have bought it if I knew the history.

I guess I'll know more when I figure out what code the engine is throwing.

I'm also searching this guy and his girlfriend's number on Craigslist twice a day because if they did this to me, they're doing this to other people who probably can't afford to take this hit as much as i can and who might not be able to fix the fraudulent vehicles at costs as low as I can.

So at the moment I'm considering texting something like "hey so you're a piece of shit but if you send me back $1200 to fix this hunk of junk and get it registered I won't sue you" but before I do that I need to verify his address, employer, and mom's house.

I think $1200 is a reasonable ask ($300 for axles, $500 in fees and smog check, $400 for the fact that this was an impound a year older than he sold it as) but if I actually have to file paperwork he can have the car and I want my money.

The lesson here is, once again, never buy a car from someone who does not have the title physically in their hand and passes it to you signed before you transfer funds.

Also do a vin search. There are free services out there. If I had even asked about a vin search this guy would have ghosted me.

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immortalmrwavell · 3 days ago

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Evened Out

(Original story posted December 7th 2023) This story has been updated!

Mitchell’s day started like any other. He got up early, ate breakfast and went to work. Went through the usual motions of his work day until his lunch break then doing it all again until it was time to head home. He said goodbye to his co-workers before jumping in his car and starting up the engine. The blinking red light on his dashboard was swift to remind him that he needed to make a quick stop at the gas station on the way back. With a sigh he buckled his seatbelt and set off down the road.

It only took about 10 minutes before he was pulling into the gas station next to pump. Mitchell jumped out of his car and began filling it up. Though as he watched the gas meter go up, he couldn’t help noticing a huge pickup truck pulling in the station. How could he not notice it with that massive engine roaring beside him. The thing had to be at least twice the size of Mitchell’s regular old car. As it parked next to him, Mitchell began to smell the fumes being expelled from the large vehicle, filling the air with a particular stench. Most would find the smell unpleasant and usually Mitchell would as well. Yet for some reason, at this moment, Mitchell found himself feeling oddly allured by it and he didn’t have the faintest idea why.

As Mitchell stood there taking in the fumes, the driver's side door to the truck opened. A large pair of worn work boots stepped out from the truck with a heavy thud. They belonged to a large and imposing bear of a man, the exact kind you’d imagine to be driving a truck like that. He was huge all over. He adorned a set of burly arms that were matched by his huge brawny legs. A thick furry stomach that caused the man’s shirt to stretch taut in an effort to contain its mass. A fat bear ass that his jeans seemed moulded perfectly to. Atop his head the man wore a backwards cap that covered his almost bald head. But even more noticeable was that massive bushy beard of his. One so thick and full that anyone would be tempted to run their fingers through it. This hefty man was practically the image of masculinity.

Mitchell couldn’t help continuing to steal glances at the stranger as he made his way up to the gas pump before slotting it into his own tank. That man… just the sight of him was making Mitchell’s cock twitch. When he wasn’t glancing at the man he was looking down at his own body. In comparison he was much shorter and skinnier than the bearish figure before him. Lanky arms and small legs with next to no muscle on his frame. A little bit of flab around his midsection due to his lack of exercise. Pretty much completely hairless all over besides the top of his head. Relatively boyish looks that made him seem younger than he actually was. And to top it all off, a relatively small manhood that was about an inch and a half under average. Certainly nothing compared to what this other man was packing judging by the fat bulge in his jeans. The only real thing Mitchell truly had going for him was the surprisingly large and bubbly ass he’d been blessed with.

All his life Mitchell had admired bigger men like the one stood across from him. Never believing he’d be one himself of course. Mitchell just loved the idea of a big hairy man wrapped his arms around him and holding him close. Allowing him to be hugged tight in all that manliness. Letting all that masculinity consume him until this bigger man had him pinned down on a bed and was ripping off his pants. Smacking Mitchell’s ass a little before said man whips out his own huge cock and-

“Like something you see, boy?” The bear asked, having clearly noticed Mitchell’s staring.

Right away Mitchell snapped out of his little fantasy.

“Oh! I uhhh… no sorry I just…” He stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say to the imposing man who’d just caught him in the middle of a perverted daydream. As he tried to think of a way to explain himself, Mitchell quickly noticed that the man didn’t seem annoyed. It’d been hard to tell under that bushy beard but If anything the burly man looked sort of amused.

“It’s fine if you do.” The trucker smirked as that deep baritone voice of his sent shivers along Mitchell’s spine. “I think I like what I see too.” He added as his gazed shifted up and down Mitchell’s lean suited body. The preppy, well groomed and smart look Mitchell adorned seemed to catch his eye.

Mitchell gulped. His mouth went completely dry at the comment, not knowing how to respond. Was this guy being for real with him? What was he supposed to say in return? He’d never been in a situation like this before. It was like something you’d see in a TV show.

Before long, after a bit of stalling, Mitchell finished filling his tank and returned to pump to its slot whilst trying to hide his blush. He could feel the bear’s eyes burning a hole through him but he was too nervous to return it. Instead he opted to quickly scuttle off inside the gas station to pay for his fuel and pick up a couple other things while he was there. Glancing out the station window a few times as he browsed the items to see if the stocky man was still there. Of course he was.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Mitchell must’ve taken his eyes off the trucker just long enough for him to not notice the man strolling up to the entrance of the station. The burly figure brushed a hand through his thick beard. Those stern eyes of his landed on the smaller man with a devilishly glint as his mustache curled upwards in a smirk. This left Mitchell feeling even more flustered as he quickly averted his eyes back towards the shelf of items. He swiped up everything he needed and practically made a dash for the till.

He watched as the cashier scanned his items. As he did, Mitchell glanced over his shoulder to see the trucker glancing into the refrigerator at the shelves of cold beer cans. Mitchell took a nervous breath in an effort to calm the throbbing erection that he was trying oh so desperately to hide. Thankfully the cashier was quick at telling him his total for the fuel and items, allowing him to pay so he could get out of there and get home before he ends up doing something insane.

But it would seem he wasn’t quick enough. The second Mitchell turned around he was met face to face with two massive pecs. Each held firmly by a tight tank top that allowed for thick curly chest hair to spill out from the neckline. Having almost walked directly into the two mounds of thick muscle, Mitchell looked up to see the same man from before grinning down at him like a predator getting ready to devour its prey. He had no idea how a man that huge had managed to get behind him so fast without making a single sound. Yet there he was. Mitchell would’ve been more scared had he not been so turned on.

“I-I’m so sorry I… I wasn’t looking where I- sorry…” Mitchell mumbled awkwardly before trying to scoot around the brute. Before he could however, he felt a massive hand on his chest stopping him from getting away.

“Hold on boy. Wait for me a moment. I’ve got something I want to ask you.” The bear claimed with a sly look on his bearded face. “Assuming you don’t have anywhere else to be.” That grin of his only grew, in turn causing Mitchell’s head and heart to swell with an abundance of emotions he couldn’t even begin to decipher.

The rather meek looking man nodded. “S-sure. Okay. I’ll uhmm… I’ll wait.” And with that Mitchell stood and watched awkwardly as this hirsute mountain of a human being placed his basket of items on the counter to be scanned. A six pack of beer, a few cigars, some gum and a couple other miscellaneous things like snacks and what not. A small part of Mitchell’s brain was telling him to run for the hills while he still had the chance but by this point he was far too captivated by this huge, admittedly sexy man.

Moments later the man handed over what he owed before turning around, happy to see Mitchell still waiting for him like a good boy. Bag in hand, he stomped over towards Mitchell with an almost triumphant look on his face for whatever reason as he slung a meaty arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. Before they knew it, Mitchell was being guided out of the gas station by this hairy goliath without much of a say in the matter.

“So. What did you uhm… want to talk about sir?” Mitchell asked as they reached their cars.

The grip that strong hand had on Mitchell’s shoulder tightened a little. “Oh I want to do more than talk boy.” The bearded man smirked. “And the name is Daryn. But you can keep calling me sir if that’s what you prefer.” He chuckled.

Daryn proceeded to march the two of them over towards his pick up truck where he opened the passengers side door and motioned towards Mitchell to get in. Immediately Mitchell was hit with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the faint aroma of musk. Though all things considered it didn’t look too messy besides a couple of burger wrappers and an empty beer can on the seat which Daryn quickly wiped onto the floor, implying he’d clean it later.

“Hop in.” The bear stated bluntly.

Mitchell couldn’t help feeling oddly allured by the offer but… “H-hold on what? What do you mean get in? Where do you wanna take me???” He shouted in a somewhat distressed manner.

“Don’t worry yourself boy.” Daryn’s deep voice once again rumbling through the air in a way that made Mitchell shiver in delight. “I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ll never want to leave where all you’ll feel is bliss…” he claimed somewhat ominously.

Mitchell wasn’t sure how to respond. “I uhmm… I’m not sure I’m… uhhh…” before he could even finish a coherent thought, however, Mitchell’s eyes widened as he felt a giant hand grab the back of his head before Daryn smashed their lips together. Mitchell can only grunt and groan in surprise as he felt the bigger man’s beard rubbing against his face. He could already taste the beer on Daryn’s breath as the bear stuffed his tongue deep into Mitchell’s mouth. The latter found himself helpless to do anything. As if his body had gone totally weak, refusing to pull away from the kiss and instead leaned further into it.

The kiss only concluded when Daryn decided to pull away, by which point Mitchell’s eyes were already glossed over in a haze. He could hardly remember where he was or what he was doing. Only the giant hairy man before him who was causing his cock to throb.

“Now, as I said, hop in.” Daryn murmured only this time he didn’t give Mitchell much of a choice nor any time to think or recompose before he was practically picking the small suited man up by his shirt and tossing him in the passenger seat. “There you go.”

Moments later Daryn came around the other side before jumping into the driver's seat. Mitchell’s head was still spinning from the kiss. All he knew was that being so close to this brute made him feel so helpless and submissive. Like he wanted to do anything he was told. So much so that Daryn smiled when he saw Mitchell’s bulge now at full attention. The dazed man began to snap out of it however as he heard the truck's engine roar to life.

“W-what? Huh? Wait… m-my car.” Mitchell muttered as his brain made its best attempt to come to its senses.

“Don’t worry about that car boy. You’re not gonna need it anymore.” Daryn claimed as he rubbed Mitchell’s lean thigh. “Just focus on me. Focus on daddy.

That deep gravelly voice rang through Mitchell’s ears in a way that made him unable to resist. So much so that Mitchell hardly even protested as he watched Daryn reach towards his own crotch and undo the zipper on his jeans. Slowly reaching inside and pulling out the thick meaty shaft he called a cock. Mitchell immediately found himself hypnotised by the sight of it. The way it pulsed and engorged left him desperate and drooling.

“Have a suck on that while daddy takes you home.” Daryn murmured before grabbing Mitchell’s head and shoving it down towards his fat dick. The younger man didn’t even try to resist, instead just wrapping his lips around the massive cock as he was told. Coughing and spluttering a little as he struggled to contain its sheer girth and length in his mouth while the trucker kept pushing Mitchell’s head further down. “Mmmmm yeahhhhh… that’s it. Goooood boy.” Daryn groaned, allowing the pleasure of a good blowjob to wash over him. He wanted to get one last blow in before the big change after all.

With Mitchell’s mind now firmly under the hairy trucker’s control, Daryn pulled out of the gas station and started heading down the main road. It’d been so many years since he’d done this. He couldn’t help the excitement building in his chest for what was to come. He wasn’t exactly sure if he’d receive the outcome he was hoping for after he’d used Mitchell but at the very least it would be interesting. And if it didn’t work out as planned, he could always find someone else to even things out some more…

———

About 30 minutes later, the pair pulled up outside Daryn’s place. It was a secluded cabin out in the woods a few miles away from the nearest two. It was a surprisingly nice place that looked almost a bit fancy with the way it was built. Of course Mitchell didn’t see it initially as he was too busy letting Daryn use his mouth as a cock warmer. Still in a daze as he passively sucked on the giant manhood. He only stopped sucking the girthy dick when Daryn gripped his hair and said they’d arrived. Mitchell would only nod in response as he climbed out of the truck and followed Daryn inside the cabin.

Mitchell of course didn’t think twice when Daryn locked the door behind them before leading him towards the main living area. His mind was still too foggy after having his nose buried in the trucker’s crotch for so long. Instead he happily followed Daryn like a lost puppy into a living room that was large and spacious with just the right amount of decor to give it some personality. But Mitchell didn’t care about any of that. He only had tunnel vision for the bear that’d lured him here.

Daryn turned and looked Mitchell in the eyes. “Now just do what I tell you and wait here while I get the preparations ready.” He patted Mitchell on the cheek before leaving the preppy young man standing in the middle of the living room like a mindless drone waiting for his master to return. Thankfully it wasn’t long before Daryn came back with a few peculiar items in hand.

Daryn placed the items to one side before turning back to Mitchell with a smile. “Get undressed.” He ordered with an even more commanding tone. Mitchell’s eyes rolled slightly as the bigger man’s voice vibrated through him. Then almost immediately after he began pulling off his clothes as fast as possible. Tossing his tie on the floor as he kicked off his dress shoes before rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. “Gooood.” Daryn muttered as he began to do the same. Gradually tugging off his own clothes starting with his massive boots before moving to grab the bottom of his tight shirt. He tossed the shirt on the floor, revealing his huge hairy belly and soft furry pecs in all their glory. Not to mention a strange necklace that’d been hidden under his shirt dangling around his neck.

“Fuck this hypno necklace was a great purchase.” Daryn grunted with a smirk as he reached gently for the magical artifact he was wearing. Looking down at it for a moment as it shimmered with an ethereal glow. “Certainly made getting you here with me a hell of a lot easier, huh boy?” Daryn looked over at Mitchell who’s eyes seemed to shimmer faintly with a glow not unlike the necklace. Its magic now wrapped so tight around his brain that Mitchell would do anything Daryn told him to do.

The pair continued stripping down until finally they both stood completely nude besides the necklace still hanging around Daryn’s neck. Dirty jeans and suit pants discarded to one side. Now the sheer difference between them was more apparent than ever. Seeing one another’s nude forms standing face to face like this was oddly enthralling for the both of them. To see the direct comparison of Mitchell's smooth skinny body next to Daryn’s enormous hairy form… It was like night and day! Everything about Daryn was bigger and manlier from his muscles to his body fat. His hands to his beard. His ass to his cock. Jesus Christ their cocks… Despite everything, that was one of the most notable differences. Mitchell had never been all that impressive downstairs with a small dick that couldn’t even make the cut for average size. A cute little pecker if you will. But Daryn on the other hand? His cock was a weapon. Fat and huge. Even while flaccid it was intimidating to look at. You could already tell just by looking that it could ruin almost any hole. Had Mitchell not been dazed out of his mind he probably would’ve been jealous of a thick girthy cock like that. Instead all he could only think about was worshiping every hairy inch of the Goliath of a man before him.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Daryn turned and grabbed one to the items he’d collected earlier. A bottle of what seemed to be ordinary body lotion. He cracked open the lid and poured a very generous amount of it into his hand before closing the gap between himself and Mitchell. Without a second thought he began rubbing the lotion across Mitchell’s smooth frame, starting with his chest and stomach before working his way around. Making sure to lather up every inch of the younger man’s frame. Before long Mitchell was practically shining in the light as if he were about to star in a nude photoshoot. But things weren’t over yet.

“Now it’s my turn.” Daryn handed the lotion bottle to Mitchell. “Lather me up boy.” He barked. He didn’t need to ask twice. Moments after, Mitchell had squeezed the lotion into his hands and was rubbing it all across Daryn’s much bigger body. His small hands sliding through the dense body hair that covered Daryn’s entire form. Mitchell made sure to get into each and every crevice of the bear's body. His relentless desire to worship the trucker caused him to take far too much pleasure in applying the lotion. It’s no surprise that he took the longest amount of time lathering up Daryn’s huge hairy ass cheeks. Running his hands over his master's fat bubbly globes again and again while making sure to get right in between them. Only stopping when Daryn reminded him that his dick still needed lathering. Mitchell was hasty to comply. He crawled around and began to massage that giant bear cock with the lotion running his finger along the bearish shaft gingerly while making sure Daryn’s balls got a good lathering as well.

“Good job boy.” Daryn complimented as another twisted yet genuine smile tugged at his bearded lips. “I appreciate the extra lengths you went to worship this form. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m going to miss all this. But I’m long overdue for a little change to freshen things up.” Daryn explained nonchalantly as he gave his big belly a slap and pat before hefting it a little, enjoying the way it wobbled under his touch. “Oh well. I’m sure I’ll get back to this point sooner or later.” He added, though all of what he was saying went completely over Mitchell’s hypnotised head.

With that Daryn took one last feel of his body before going to grab the other item he’d collected earlier. A strange looking ring. It was embedded with an array of strange engravings that wouldn’t mean a thing to most normal people. But Daryn was far from normal. So the huge macho man took a deep breath before slipping the ring onto his finger. Immediately he could feel its power surging into him yet again after so many years, flooding his senses with the kind of magic that left him feeling like the strongest man on earth. And then he glanced over at Mitchell who was still pretty zoned out and had no clue as to what was about to happen. He couldn’t wait.

He marched back over towards the preppy young man with heavy footsteps. “Are you ready, little man?” He sneered. “To become a part of me?” He added with a sadistic grin.

As insane as it sounded, Mitchell was as far too gooned out after a whole car ride of dick sucking to process what he’d just been asked. All he could do was go along with it mindlessly by nodding his head in agreement as his own dick bounced in unison.

“Good. NOW C’MERE BOY!” Daryn roared! The brutish man threw his arms around Mitchell and pulled the smaller man into a tight bear hug. Their slick bodies mingled against one another in an embrace that had Mitchell moaning towards the ceiling as Daryn lifted him up off the ground while squeezing him with those thick powerful arms. And as he did, the ring on Daryn’s finger began to glow a multitude of different colours…

Daryn always loved this part. The otherworldly power of the ring began to flare as it flowed through his body. It was an intense heat that couldn’t be contained yet always made him feel so comfortable and horny at the same time. It spread through to every cell of his body, fueling him to the max with power that Daryn knew exactly how to wield.

Mitchell’s own body began to resonate with the heat from within Daryn's body. Somehow made him feel even weaker than before and yet he loved it. Not only did their physical size difference make him feel so small and powerless but now he could sense this other energy flowing through Daryn that only made him feel more helpless. With that, thanks to the combined might of the hypnotic necklace and the mysterious ring, Mitchell found himself completely drunk on submission as Daryn bear hugged him even tighter. Mitchell’s head lolled back with a slack jawed look on his face as his feet still dangled above the floor. It only made him want to be closer and closer to Daryn. Closer and closer and closer… he needed to be closer. The magic was telling him so. Closer. Closer. Closer.

His body acted on its own as Mitchell suddenly wrapped both his arms and legs around Daryn’s body as tightly as he could. All the while feeling an almost unimaginable feeling of bliss surge through his skinny body in waves of ecstasy. He was in so much constant pleasure that he’d failed to notice how he’d already blown multiple loads across Daryn’s hairy stomach.

“Fuuuuuck boyyyyy! That’s it! Hold on nice and tight! It’ll all be over soon…” Daryn moaned like a beast in heat as his own giant cock bucked eagerly against Mitchell’s ass from below. He could feel it starting. The lotion they’d put on beforehand was helping to hasten and smooth the process along. It was something he’d figured out the last time he did this after many long and awkward attempts before that. But now he could already feel it happening!

Mitchell was still blissfully unaware of the situation, completely absorbed by lust. Had he been more conscious of what was happening, he’d have noticed that being this close to Daryn was no longer a choice. Their bodies were sticking together like glue. Or more accurately, Mitchell’s body was gradually being pulled inside Daryn’s!

Magical wisps of energy originating from the ring began swirling around the pair. As they did Mitchell only continued to sink deeper as he rutted against Daryn in a lustful frenzy. Every movement only caused his body to be pulled deeper. His chest and stomach had already fully sunk in as his arms and legs were beginning to follow the same example. Even Mitchell’s cock and balls that’d stuck to Daryn’s midsection were now starting to phase into the brutes body. One would think that at some point Mitchell would come to his senses and start freaking out, demanding to be let go as he panicked. But it didn’t happen. He was completely gooned out by both the hypnosis and the magic that was causing this strange metamorphosis. His face looked so dumb and horny that it was a miracle he hadn’t started drooling like an idiot. Daryn preferred it this way though. No fighting against it. No angry protesting. Just slutty moans filling the air until the job was done.

And that’s exactly what happened. Even as more and more of Mitchell’s body was pulled inside, he couldn’t help letting out moan after moan. Seemingly trapped in this cycle of heavenly bliss. Pretty soon his arms and legs had almost completely disappeared with only his back, ass and head sticking out the front of Daryn’s body. A bizarre sight to say the least. Anyone likely would’ve fainted on the spot had they walked in on a scene like this. Daryn would know since it’d happened to him once before.

One of the first times he attempted this ritual, it was back when he lived in town and actually had neighbors. Daryn was attempting to absorb another man who was fighting back with all his might. His resistance was futile of course as the ritual couldn’t be stopped once it started. All the commotion however had alerted some next door. The neighbour had peered in through a window to see Daryn wrestling with another man as their bodies fused. Of course nobody believed them when they tried to explain what they saw and where that other guy had disappeared to as the magic of the ring had already begun replacing people's memories. That said, Daryn didn’t take any more risks after that. Hence resulting in his current cabin in the woods. Far away from any curious neighbors.

The bear gave Mitchell’s tight little ass one final smack before that too sunk inside his body. He then moved his hands up towards Mitchell’s back, squeezing it tightly in an effort to speed up the process even further. During which Mitchell himself could no longer feel the parts of himself that’d been absorbed. Instead he was now moaning at the pleasure he felt simply being a part of Daryn. Getting to feel Daryn’s body from head to toe as if it were his own despite having zero control. Still feeling the euphoria of the magic itself only now he was feeling it flow through that massive hairy body that’d lured him here to begin with. He loved it. He needed more. He needed to immerse himself fully and become a part of Daryn just like he was always born to be! And just like that the rest of his back disappeared leaving only his head sticking out of Daryn’s chest.

Daryn grinned through his massive beard as he watched the last of Mitchell slipping away. The smaller man’s moans continued to grow quieter and quieter as his head was pulled deeper. His neck fully submerged before his face began to disappear. The final look on it was one of needy desire, groaning like an idiot up until the last second that his mouth was pulled inside. The last thing his eyes saw was an upwards view of Daryn’s big hairy pecs that he was now becoming a part of while the trucker stared down at him devilishly. Only then did the last of his head finally sink in. Fully merged at last.

After that Daryn took a long deep breath. Then another as he tried to centre himself. He could already feel his body and the magic of the ring trying to process Mitchell’s essence. Like always he felt heavy after this part. A lot heavier than normal, even for him. Almost like the feeling you get after stuffing your face with a huge meal. Thick and bloated. All while Mitchell’s DNA, Mass and Mind were being calculated.

The ring on Daryn’s finger continued to glow with a glimmering rainbow for a few more moments until finally it settled on a deep purple colour. Seeing this Daryn knew what was to come next. The change. He could feel it already. Deep inside his body he could already sense the transformation starting to bubble up.

He let out a long and intense roar as the magic spread throughout his form once again, only this time with a much greater intensity. Every inch of his being was overflowing with energy. No matter how many times it happened, he’d never get used to this part. It was just so otherworldly. But he loved it all the more because he knew that afterwards he would be blessed with something new and fresh once again. He just hoped he was gonna love as much as he loved his previous forms.

Despite how strong of a man he appeared to be, Daryn’s knees began to wobble at the might of the magical power threading through his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer so he used the last of his strength to make it out of the living room and down the corridor. Each step wavering with sheer ecstasy as he had to hold onto the wall for support. His involuntary moans filled the house while his cock bucked and bounced with every step, now impossibly hard. He even began to leak copious amounts of pre, leaving a trail of cum behind until he finally reached his bedroom.

Upon stumbling into the room, Daryn was just about able to make it to the mirror. He could already see some of the changes. Subtle differences in his facial structure, the proportions of his body seeming a little bit off, he could already tell he was getting a bit thinner but with a guy like Mitchell that was to be expected. He had just enough strength left to do a quick spin in the mirror, examining his current body from all sides one last time.

“Mmmmm god I’m gonna miss being this huge.” He mumbled to himself as he got a good look at his thick bear ass before smacking his belly and hefting his pecs one last time. “But… Uugghhhh fuuuuckkk… I can’t wait… for my… Grroooaaahhhh… new body!” He was just barely able to finish his sentence while falling to his knees at last, cock pointing up towards the ceiling. The last thing he remembered before passing out was his dick erupting everywhere like a volcano of cum…

———

It was a long night to say the least. It was only around 6:30pm when Daryn passed out but he wouldn’t awake until the following morning and for good reason. Like many times before, his body was undergoing an intense transformation. The powerful ring that was causing it continued to glow brightly through the night as it forced Daryn’s body through the changes even while he was unconscious. It wasn’t until the sun began to rise that Daryn finally started to come around.

“Fuuuck… how long was I out?” He grumbled slightly while rubbing his head. The first thing he noticed was just how sticky his chest and stomach were. Cum. That always happened. His cock can never stop cumming after he absorbs someone and every time he wakes up covered in it. However that was far from what really caught his eye.

His body. It was leaner. Gone was the huge wobbly belly from before and in its place was a lean stomach the likes of which Daryn hadn’t possessed in years. And his pecs were so much firmer now, no longer padded out with so much fat. They looked hard and shapely now. And it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt so much lighter!

Daryn wasted no time getting up onto his feet, which suddenly seemed so much easier than before. As he was still right in front of the mirror, Daryn immediately got a good look at his new body. And it was everything he’d hoped. At first he was a little worried that Mitchell was a little too far on the twinkish side but now he was seeing the results, he was certain he’d picked the perfect candidate.

Immediately it was clear that merging with Mitchell had caused his weight to drop quite considerably which was expected. Before he was practically a giant with all the fat and muscle he adorned. But now? His body was lean and toned. He might not have been the colossal tank of a man he was before but he still looked and felt strong.

He reached up towards his face before running a hand across it. There were similarities to both his former face and Mitchell's, allowing it to feel both familiar and not so at the same time. He was glad to see he’d retained his strong masculine looks only now they looked a bit more refined. Instead of that rougher look he’d grown accustomed to, Daryn now adorned a much more charmingly handsome yet still manly facade.

“Fucking hell. Forgot how nice it feels to have a full head of hair.” He admitted as he ran a hand through the neatly cropped hair that now sat where his trucker hat had previously been covering a balding scalp. “Mmmmm… and I like the feel of that too.” Daryn hummed as he dragged a hand through his new beard. Before it’d been so huge and bushy but now it’d receded into a shorter and more well groomed beard instead.

“Jesus boy. Your DNA and mine went together like bread and butter. I’m a gorgeous fucker!” He grunted to himself while continuing to inspect his new face. Prodding at each and every detail. He could’ve stared at his handsome new visage all day had he not been eager to continue exploring the rest of his body.

Taking a few steps back, Daryn eyed himself up and down in the mirror. Despite being much leaner than he was before, he’d still retained a lot of his muscle mass. That couldn’t have been more clear than when he decided to flex his biceps. He grinned as he watched the muscles peak. “Fuuuuck yeahh. Good arms…” he commented towards his hunky reflection while giving his right bicep a squeeze. He just adored how solid the muscle felt now that it wasn’t covered by fat. So much so that he couldn’t help giving both biceps a kiss.

Once he’d finished groping at his arms however, his attention soon shifted towards his chest. He’d already noticed it before but now he gave himself a chance to really appreciate it by giving both his pecs a proper squeeze at the same time. They felt so much more rounded than before but the best part was the bouncing. It’d been so many years since he was able to do it but now he could finally bounce his pecs properly again! His face practically lit up with lustful glee as he watched the muscle move under his command. Pecs moving in almost perfect rhythm. Left, right, left, right. “God that’s so hot…” He muttered.

As he’d been admiring his pecs however, he was forced to recognise just how much body hair he was left with now. Before absorbing Mitchell he was a complete fur ball covered in hair from head to toe. Mostly because all the other men he’d absorbed in the past were hairy fuckers as well. Now though his body hair seemed a lot more modest with the majority of it covering his chest and stomach. It certainly gave him an aura of tamed masculinity that’d been groomed to perfection rather than the rough, primal and unkempt masculinity he normally exuded.

After that his attention turned towards his crotch. “Glad to see my meat didn't get any smaller.” Daryn chuckled as he reached down and grabbed his already half hard cock. The excitement of getting to explore his new body had already caused some blood to pump into his prised organ. With Mitchell having had such a small dick, Daryn was concerned about losing some of the size he’d acquired across his many absorptions. Thankfully the ritual had been kind. Despite having gotten leaner, his cock was just as fat as ever, hanging heavy between his legs. In fact, without that big belly in the way, his cock looked even bigger and more impressive than before. Especially as it grew to its full size.

He couldn’t help shivering as he gripped it tightly, feeling just how firm it was now. “O-ooohh fuck. It’s soooo… fuckin hard.” It might’ve sounded like a given but Daryn’s body had been reaching its mid 40’s before. However after merging with a young guy like Mitchell it was clear that he’d lost a few years alongside all that fat. If he were to guess, he’d probably be about 30 years old now physically speaking. That said the youthful vigor that’d slowly been slipping away from him had returned in kind with a dick that was not only huge but also ready to fuck and blow a fat nut at a moment’s notice!

While jerking himself off, Daryn couldn’t help turning to the side so he could get a decent look at his ass and he couldn’t have been happier. Instead of the fat bearish butt he had before, it was now much more bubbly muscle ass. Yet still thick and easy to jiggle of course. Something he couldn’t help doing with his spare hand which only made his cock pulse harder and harder.

Turning back to face the mirror dead on, Daryn grinned with triumph. Sure he’d loved being a bear for all those years but this new form was everything he could’ve asked for. Strong and muscled. Tight in all the right places. Drop dead fucking gorgeous. Every inch of his new body was perfect.

“Grrrahhhhh… I’m so fuckin handsome!!” Daryn shouted before stumbling forwards towards the mirror. Without a second thought he grabbed onto the sides of it and ran his tongue along the glass before leaning in and kissing his reflection passionately. The whole time his cock bucked while smearing pre-cum across the mirror.

This was something Daryn did every decade or so. It was like a tradition now. Everytime he was getting bored of a certain look or was looking for a way to shave a few years off, he would use the ring. This was now the eighth time it’d happened. Mitchell was his eighth victim. Every time he absorbed someone, their DNA mixed with his own to induce a transformation. However their minds, instead of merging with Daryn’s, would always get broken down and lost during the merging process. Usually churned away into nothing as their consciousness got pushed down into his balls after the transformation was complete, ready to be shot out in a massive load later on. Meaning Daryn never had to fight for control. A perfect outcome for him really.

“Ohhhh god yessss… that stupid little bitch had no fucking clue he was gonna become part of perfection.” He groaned as he squeezed and tugged at his cock. He took a step back from the mirror again so he could really stare into his own eyes. “Thanks for the DNA Mitchell but I’m afraid my need for you has run out.” It was strange. Mitchell had never mentioned his name to Daryn but after being absorbed Daryn just knew it now. Not that it mattered anymore. “Once I’ve splattered you across my fucking mirror, I’m gonna head out into the world and I’m gonna FUCK so much ASS!” He claimed boldly, thrusting his hips lewdly as he did.

Daryn went on a horny spree of feeling up his body. Touching every muscle. Rubbing his hands across every hair. Showing off his new form in so many different ways by posing in the mirror and even taking a few pictures of himself between pumping his impressive dick. He even went as far as to set up his camera so he could record himself jiggling his own ass and shaking it like a slut. This quickly led to him watching the video back and jerking off even harder while moaning about how he wished he could fuck his own ass now. Saying how juicy and fuckable it looked. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With one final squeeze of his cock, Daryn let go of his huge 9 inch manhood and tossed both his arms up into an impressive bicep flex before spewing one of the fattest loads he’s spilled in years. His dick was like a hose as it spayed cum uncontrollably around the room. Coating the floor, bed, mirror and bedside table with his nut.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Daryn resigned himself to clean up. He wiped up as much of his mess as possible before heading into the shower. Switching it on and allowing the hot water to cascade over his form. Everything just felt so right. Of course he was gonna miss being so huge but if he ever got tired of the lean muscled look, he could always start stuffing his face and packing on the pounds again. Or maybe the next time he decides to absorb someone, he’ll look for a huge thick hairy daddy to take instead. Either way he was certainly going to enjoy this new muscle daddy look he had going on in the meantime.

That said, now that Daryn had a clear mind, he had to admit he was liking this new form of his a hell of a lot more than he expected. Even as he lathered his body up with soap, he couldn’t help lingering on certain areas. Rubbing and teasing himself as he made sure to clean every crevice. Especially in between his ass. His hand just couldn’t help lingering between his cheeks as his fingers tickled the entrance to his hole. It certainly didn’t feel as tight as it once did. Like somehow merging with Mitchell had loosened his asshole a bit. It felt good though. Really fucking good. Like he just wanted to…

“Ughhhh fuuuckkk…” he groaned while slowly slotting a finger inside himself. It felt surprisingly good considering he hadn’t even thought of playing with his hole in years. Almost all the guys he’d absorbed up until now had been very dominant manly men that would only ever top so this was another unfamiliar feeling. “Maybe I’ll try getting fucked after all…” he mumbled. Of course he wanted to remain a top for the most part but the idea of getting a big dick up his tight muscle ass every once in a while suddenly began to sound rather appealing.

By now the magic of the ring must’ve already shifted reality. The rest of the world would have thought he was always this way and that Mitchell never existed. Which also meant that as soon as he was done showering he could head down into town and hit up some of the gay bars. With his smooth husky voice and dashing new looks, he was certain he’d have another dude in his bed by the end of the night. He’d have them worshipping his hot fucking body before bending them over and filling them to fucking brim with cum.

All in all Mitchell was the best absorption partner he could’ve asked for. He might have been fine as a massive bear of a man, but now this new self was brimming with possibilities. Top, bottom and everything in between? Daryn couldn’t wait to see everything in store for him.

#male tf #male transformation #male absorption #male merge #youth theft #forced merge #age regression #bear to hunk #reality shifting #tf by magic #tf by item #dominance and submission #ass growth #male body theft #male hypno #male hypnosis #permanent change

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Emergency meeting

a Jeongin x reader llittle story about how he introduced you to the members (with a side of severe second-hand embarrassment)

💌 a/n: hihihi, again thank you so much for the 110(!) followers, in my mind we're all besties so thank you for hanging out with me~ I will be a little bit m.i.a. for the next few days, but I will try to post at least every once in a while! About this postttt: this is my first time writing something of the sort, it's really really short and I've never been good at writing endings with a sense, still I hope you can let out a little giggle while reading like I did while writing this. If you see typos, don't let me know, I will cry. Last thing: reader is depicted wearing a skirt because of slayage, thanks for tuning in.

📌 warnings: slightly suggestive (your honor they're making out)

💬 leave a feedback (have you seen this man? because damn)

✒️ wc: 900 ca.

In his whole 7 years of being an idol, Seo Changbin had seen weird things happening in the dance practice room on the 8th floor.

Like the time Hyunjin voluntarily locked himself in there to get one step perfectly mastered to the point of exhaustion and they had to call the firefighters in order to open the door, or the time when their dance instructor blacked out all the mirrors for rehearsal and nobody could get the right positions (that lead to more fighting and someone breaking a bone).

None of those experiences could've prepared him for what he was seeing now. Those didn't even come close to the sight of his member lying on the couch, or rather on top of someone, with his hand dangerously close to the hem of their skirt and his lips locked with theirs.

In the first few seconds of his brain catching up with his eyes, he chocked and slightly gasped before closing the door that he hadn't even fully opened.

Surely he must've been hallucinating, because there was no way on planet Earth that was Jeongin. Right? Right then he remembered how the sauce they gave him with his salad at the cafeteria tasted rancid. Must've been that.

...Yea.

So he opened the door again, and again nothing had changed. His very real teammate was very realistically making out on the couch where Changbin himself would lie down after every practice.

No way he would ever come in contact with it again after what he saw, his thought.

He didn't have time to make any sound, because Jeongin was the one who sat up and noticed him, using his back to shield his 'guest'.

–"Hyung, do you mind?".

Those words echoed in his mind as he was forcefully brought back to the situation at hand. His eyes couldn't possibly go wider as he tried to look everywhere, but at his own group member. –"Jeongin, are you fucking crazy?". That's all he said before closing the door again and leaving.

In the meantime, you were still trying to come back to your senses after the man, who was still basically straddling your lap, had decided to kiss every little sane thought out of your mind.

'Someone interrupted. Someone is actually one of his members. Older member. Probably not good.'

His phone buzzing in his pocket interrupted your train of thoughts. Jeongin groaned, but checked nonetheless. –"This idiot called for an emergency meeting."

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That's how the two of you found yourselves in what was basically an interrogation, with a phone flash in your faces for added atmosphere (courtesy of Hwang Hyunjin, who probably watched too many dramas for his own sake).

You were standing behind Jeongin, using him as human shield. This wasn't how you imagined meeting his other friends. You always thought it would be backstage after a concert, while the adrenaline was still high, or maybe at a fancy dinner, where you could dress up and give yourself enough confidence not to run away.

–"I never thought he would date someone... younger. Are you still in high school?" Minho broke the silence as he inspected the IDs in his hands (both yours and Jeongin's).

You blinked at his choice of question, "I have a job...".

Jeongin interrupted before they could ask anymore questions "Okay, enough. You met them, can we get this over with?". He quickly picked up the ID cards and turned on the main light in the room. He gently grabbed your hand and led you out of the practice room, his ears burning from all his friends staring. He didn't want to keep it a secret for long, but he liked having something only for himself. And he wanted to gatekeep this relationship for as much as possible.

–"Come over for dinner whenever you want!" Chan called before the door closed behind the two of you and their voices got muffled.

At least his members where his family, so maybe it's okay if they knew.

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Back in the practice room everyone got back to normal administration, it was funny to tease their youngest, but nothing that really shook them at the end.

Jisung stretched his arms and went to lie down on the couch mumbling something along the lines of "they looked cute together" or "can't believe he even has game". Changbin stared at him in horror and spoke under his breath "I wouldn't lie there... I need bleach".

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Outside, Jeongin led you to the rooftop garden, taking a deep breath as soon as the fresh air hit his face.

–"Finally...", he shifted and gently held your face in his hands "I'm sorry you had to meet them like this... they can be a lot sometimes, but they mean no harm". –"You're speaking like a dog owner. They're your friends, I don't mind, promise", you replied to him with a warm smile, finding the whole situation actually endearing. –"You say that now... don't get any closer to the cool hyungs though", he gave you the cutest pout and pulled you closer into a warm embrace. You giggles as he even tilted his head to let you stroke his hair.

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P.s. I would love to yap more about what I think Jeongin's type is because for some reason I have a clear picture in my head. Goodbye <3

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #i.n x reader #i.n skz #i.n imagine #skz imagines #i.n imagines #skz fanfic #i.n fanfic #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #jeongin imagines

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jinusajas · 3 days ago

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08/17/25; 10:23pm

sylus qin x fem.reader

notes: it’s been so long since i wrote a solo sylus fic 😭 i miss him so muchhh (;﹏;) this is going to be a simple unedited thirst post / drabble inspired by lovespeed ride.

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @madam8

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

your heart was still pounding-

adrenaline felt coursing through your veins when you crash landed into the ocean.

yet instead of drowning, sylus was the one who held you close to his chest, breaking through the shallow waters with an almost bored expression on his face.

without loosening his grip on you, you began to giggle, seeing the bits of seaweed that clings to his hair. removing them from his silvery strands, you lightly taunt him, “i never thought i’d see the powerful onychinus boss-man take a tumble.”

“…and you’ll be held accountable for this.”

you tilt your head at him, ready to reply with your own snarky words when the sight of something shimmering jump through the ocean’s surface catches your attention.

“ah… look over there! it’s the pink dolphins we were trying to find!”

sylus stops his trek toward the shores, allowing you to admire the scene while chuckling softly. keeping you within his embrace, he simply takes a moment to admire your features while bathed beneath the glow of the setting sun. like a man starved, he drinks in the sight of your eyes, watching as they glimmer with admiration for the dolphin’s seemingly endless dance.

with your lips still parted, sylus waits for a few more minutes before taking you back to the shores. filled to the brim with love for you, he wanted to spend these next few hours worshipping you with the ocean as his sole witness.

finding the perfect spot against the shoreline, sylus places you against the damp sands, taking a hold of your hand before placing a series of kisses at the back of them.

“today has been nothing short of an adventure with you, my little dove. if you’ll allow me, i’d like to show you just how deeply in love i am with you with this paradise as our witness.” your breathing hitches when sylus flashes you a genuine smile, his touch achingly soft as he traces at your cheek with the back of his hand.

“y-yes… i’d like that, sy.” a lazy grin spreads across his full lips, feeling them press against yours in a soft kiss before his hands roamed down your body. he takes his time admiring your form, breathing turning labored when he manages to unclasp your bikini while sliding down your silky bottoms, leaving you utterly bare for him.

the scent of your honey sweet arousal was what hit him first, causing him to growl lowly as he gently traces at your pussy lips with his fingertips. you began to softly mewl below him, arching your back the moment he slides his middle finger within your folds, pumping them while collecting your essence with a cocky smirk.

“you’re already so wet for me.” he adds another finger within your heat, the scissoring motion causing your moans to echo as you land back into the soft sands.

“sy, sand is going to get everywhere- ngh… hah!” sylus merely speeds up his movements at the sound of your protest, not stopping until he felt your walls clenching oh so sweetly around his fingertips. letting out a high pitched keen, you spilled yourself onto the palm of his hands with a reckless abandon, shivering when you heard sylus’s deep chuckle when he asks, “then shall we take our little tryst back into the waters?”

your eyes go wide as heat was felt against your cheeks. “y-you can’t be serious…!”

“oh but i am, kitten.” with one last pinch against your swollen clit, he removes his fingers from your soaked walls, earning a breathy whine from you. sylus takes a moment to admire how your climax had made his digits shinier, making a show of licking them clean before pulling you by your ankles.

with that single motion alone, sylus brushes his clothed erection against your inner thigh, making you moan at the sudden contact. a smug expression paints his features when he pulls you even closer to him, already standing back to his full height while taking you within his embrace.

with one swift motion of his hands, he frees himself from the confines of his swim shorts before heading back into the ocean. he doesn’t stop until you were both half submerged in the waters. you could feel the cold temperature surrounding you-

but the body heat that sylus was exuding made it more bearable. with his muscular form pressed so closely to you, it only served to make the ache between your legs all the more prominent. lifting you with ease within his arms, sylus begins lavishing your breasts with desperate kisses.

his tongue was felt eagerly wrapping around the hardened bud of your nipples, with goosebumps erupting all across your skin when you felt his canines lightly tracing over the curve of your breasts. and each time he gently suckles at them, you swore that you felt a rush of blood rushing toward your cunt, seeming to pulsate with need for him.

“sylus… please…”

sylus ignores your pleas, still focused on lavishing your breasts with equal amounts of affection. when he removes your nipple from his hot mouth, he immediately switches over to its twin, his tongue felt curling around its bud as well. your breathing became even more labored now, trembling slightly when you felt sylus’s free hand slowly traveling down your body.

when the calloused palm of his hands cups at your aching sex, you knew you wouldn’t last another second.

the sensation of his mouth against your skin coupled along with the sudden intrusion of his thick fingers inside of your pulsating walls was enough to bring you toward a breaking point. with just a simple bite and pinch on your clit, you arch your back and spilled your juices into his hand, earning a grunt of approval from sylus.

with you feeling like absolute putty now, sylus finally relinquishes your breast from his hot mouth. he ends up licking at his lips, gently massaging your inner thighs before turning you around. you were now completely facing the ocean view, your mind still in a pleasured daze as you felt like you were floating (like you were in a dream.)

hearing sylus say your name as he spread your legs wider for him, you began to tremble with anticipation. “just keep your eyes on paradise as i work on taking you straight to heaven, my love.”

and when you felt sylus slowly push his girthy cock within your heat, you felt every inch of him filling you up just right. taking advantage of his strength, he bounces you up and down his cock, fulfilling his promises of making love to you while in paradise as you prayed that this moment would never end.

end notes: i do not have this card, i am simply living vicariously through tiktok at this point 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#sylus smut #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x y/n #sylus fluff #sylus qin smut #sylus qin x reader #sylus qin x you #sylus qin x y/n #love and deepspace #lads smut #lnds smut #l&ds smut #sylus qin fluff #qin che smut #qin che x reader

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 2 days ago

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Exploring parts known - Max Verstappen x reader

cw: dubcon/ cnc, rapeplay, unprotected sex, gloryholes, semi -public, perv! Max, icky! Max

taglist: @lelevs, @mangotaitai, @burningalienlamppanda-blog

You wanted to be inspirational. To portray a certain lifestyle. To show off a little, get an experience of a lifestyle. So you chose Monaco for your summer vacation. August, sun, beautiful water. But you were far from shaking ass on a yacht in Monte Carlo. You decided to immerse yourself in the culture. Go to a museum. Coins and stamps were certainly not something you wanted to spend at least an hour on. So you researched. And somewhere on the 7th page of Google, you found it. Something that was practically free. You weren't sure why Monaco had a Sex Museum and what you'd see there, but beggars couldn't be chosers. So you ended up going. Of course, it's in a sketchy alleyway, tucked in bellow a massage parlor. You swear the guy walking out past you looks familiar. There's something about his green eyes and brown hair, face like an angel. He refers to his girlfriend as "cherie" and a girl in the most beautiful flower printed dress dress moves as well. They're probably some monegasque locals curious on a random Friday, you reason. Then you walk in. You don't expect a reception like ticket booth. Maybe something more digital and autonomous. Not a guy in a Mercedes baseball cap with the name plate "Franz Herman." His eyes linger on you for a moment, a deep blue that manages to feel you exposed and bare. He's apraising you almost, trying to memorize every detail about you in seconds. It's working because you let him. You barely notice him asking about "How many tickets will you need?" You're certain that just the one will do.

"You know, I'm also the owner, and I can give you a guided tour. This museum is my pride and joy, and I would love it if more people could experience it in the way I intend to. Shall we?" He asks, already getting up from his seat and moving next to you. You think this is a ploy to get a good Google review. A nice post on social media even. You bit the lure, why not? You wait for someone to replace him, and as soon as a nice-looking Japanese guy shows up and gets some brief memos in hushed tones, you are led by Frank. His touch isn't immediately alarming. It becomes such slowly. One moment, he's gesturing towards the entrance, describing how it's also a geographical thing. How he had traveled the word and gotten himself some things as "souvenirs." It's a haphazardous collection at best. Figurines, dice, cards, books, magazines, old school tapes. There was even a small room where porn played, which he opened and closed at the speed of light. This was when his arm grazed along the small of your back. Somewhere between beckoning you in there and trying to shut you out. You realize how awkward it would be for him to stand there and watch you watch porn.

"So, have you ever been to an erotic museum before?" He asks, trying to gauge what attracted you to this place. He's a little like a marketing survey, you think. Maybe next he'll ask how did you find out about this place. You had an inkling he wasn't the best at SEO and weren't about to rub salt in that wound. So you settled for diverting from any further questions by praising his museum. Flatter the ego.

"I've been in the one in Amsterdam. It's a bit too big for me, slightly disappointing. Plus, there was a machine that told me I was bad at sex, so that's that." You say. You have no idea why you're telling a complete stranger that. Yet it slips out. You expect him not to mention the last part. To have the decency to ignore it. Yet, he only replies, "Must have been faulty that thing. We have an interactive part too, you know."

It should make you curious, not terrify you. But you quiet the alarm bells in your head. He probably has a vibrator race set up or some standee you could take pictures with. Max a chair with shackles or something. That's what you expect. Franz leads you to a gloryhole. Well, a reverse gloryhole, maybe. It's not a small thing where a dick is struck through a hole. No, it's a whole setup for someone to get in, the lower half of their body being left out to be used. You can't help but wonder if it hurts. What would it feel like. Does the sensation of being trapped heighten the whole experience. If you can't see or move, really, does it become too much? You take a step towards it. Go to examine it when you feel a push. When they were inventing the word manhandle, they must have meant that guy. Because that's exactly what Franz was doing to you. Using his strength to shove you in there. To bend you and twist you until you're stuck.

You wanna try and scream, but it's futile. It's not soundproof per se, but close enough. There's nothing you can do. Not kick. If you just stay very still, maybe he'll say it was all a joke. A little exercise to raise your adrenaline. Some quip about levels of oxytocin and fear and arousal. You beg, and you pray mentally. Yet you feel it. A pair of strong hands on your body. They move slowly, as if trying to memorize it all, to make themselves familiar. His fingertips are delicate. Calloused. Precise. You wonder if he's done this before or if he was in tune with your body. Because it was mortifying, humiliating, nerve-wracking. But it also made you wet. You justified it with a lack of action. Your body had been deprived of sight and movement before. And it had been thrilling. But it was discussed before, ironed out, safe words in place. You wondered if Franz would quit if you said "No" or "Stop."

You had seen enough SVU to know what happens next. You thought that, and the Twitter porn links that turn a bit dodgy in the middle of it would be something of a guideline on what would happen next. That he'd pry open your legs, stand between them imposingly, and take. Slide his dick in you and thrust, bruise, shallow and fast and desperate. The whole spiel of how you brought this on yourself, how your skirt was short enough already to show off your panties. How he knew you liked it rough, how it was written on your face. He defies expectations. He's almost gentle but hasty. He drags your panties down to your knees and then trails his fingers back up your legs. Franz feels your ankles. He can see how you're shivering for him. Doesn't miss the chance to drag his nails over your ass, over where the hands of previous partners had left bruises. What he does is spit. Even that is perfectly calculated, landing just where he needs it to. Franz knows saliva is bad, they could get him by that, DNA testing and all. So he has to convince you to keep quiet. To like this. Because he's not like the other creeps out there. He's seen them, and one tried to buy Spanish fly in order to roofie girls. Franz had to pull some lie out of his ass that he only sells that if a couple comes together to buy it and the weirdo leaves (tanking down the museum's rating with him.) Franz was just a professional. Researching how to make this more immersive. Could he make money from this? The original plan was to spook you a little and get you going. Explain the correlation between fear and arousal, making you pay extra for a vibrator from the giftshop. But things got a little out of hand. And now he's smearing his spit on your pussy, not that you need it, honestly. One brush past your clit and he can feel it. Nonetheless Franz moves lower, fingers just shy of your hole. Yep, there it is, you're so fucking wet.

"Look at that, you'll just let me touch you a little bit, won't you, sweetheart. Just play with you a little, get what I want, what I need. After all, I'm a man, it's only natural for me to do this after being stuck here all the time. Constantly surrounded by filth. And then you come in, all interested in my sex collection. How can I resist." He punctuates every sentence with a grope. A squeeze of flesh. Your thighs, your ass, exposing you even more. Finally, he crosses the threshold and touches you properly. No more teasing, just two fingers against your pussy. Testing. Teasing. Probing. Searching for entry or resistance. And then your cunt takes him. Despite the muffled no, the squirming around you let him put his fingers inside of you. Hooked up, past the knuckles, searching. Needing to find that spot that makes you cum. After all, that would make things after easier, right. He doesn't want you to be too tight on his cock, needs you just right. Yet you're not there yet, not by a mile.

"Still a bit scared, aren't you? I'm sorry. I just have to do this, you'd understand if you were a man. God if only you could feel just how perfect your pussy is. Practically made for me, fucking all mine now. You'll see soon, you'll feel it when I'm properly inside of you. Before you know it you'll be begging for my cock." Franz says and doesn't miss how you squeeze against him. How there's a whimper or a poorly concealed moan in between your pleas to be let go. Signs.

He knows he shouldn't rush. That's not the way this gets done. Yet he can't help it. He speeds up his movements to distract you, your slick sounds not letting you hear his zipper going down. Using his left hand he angles his cock against you and it's in. It takes him a few thrusts to get the rhythm right. First, it's too fast, ramming into you like he's got a race to win. And then it's too slow, like he's trying to savor something that doesn't belong to him. A bite from a stolen stroopwaffel, the weight of a nicked golden ring on his finger. Then he stops thinking and just fucks. He didn't learn from porn. Franz had to do it the old fashioned way, by being attentive to everything his partner was doing. And now he was doing exactly that. Few fast, shallow thrusts to tease you, to dangle the carrot in front of you. The the slow, deep ones, the ones where you felt every millimeter of him against yourself, the proverbial stick. They weren't necessarily a punishment, more of a reminder. That he could own you. That you paid 10 euros to look at his collection of gooning material and now you were getting fucked. Feeling him where others couldn't reach.

It's the sense of more danger that makes you come. The telltale slowing of his hips. How he barely pulls out anymore, just pushes in and in and chases something.

"How do you feel about creampies?" He asks, and you're done. It's not like you have a choice either way, mind you. You both know that. He doesn't stop,he just hooks his hands around your hips, trying to bring you closer. As one, entangled like puzzle pieces. With his tip right against your cervix, he falls apart, emptying his balls inside of you.

"We should've done this before Sardinia, I mean, you didn't even see my tan lines." You complain to Max as he helps you out of the thing. With the end of summer break nearing and well the season so far, a repeat trip to the Monaco sex club was much needed. After visiting basically every museum in Sardinia to secretly meet with Toto or Kimi, this fantasy was born.

"I'll see them on the yacht. Now, let's get out of here before Lewis comes moping around. I'm not trying to feed those allegations, either."

#cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #cw: dubcon #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen smut #dark f1 #dark max verstappen

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dragon-chica · 22 hours ago

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"Honey, I Shrunk Your Boyfriend" Batboys x Reader

Fandom: Batman/ DC Comics

Expanding on this, likely as much as I will, & I KNOW I reblogged the post referenced in Tim's, I'm so sorry I can't find it to tag you atm and will when I do

~little bit of batboys in your life~ P.S I WANT TO DO STEPH AND CASS BUT KNOW SO LITTLE, SOON I'M JUST GONNA DO IT BAD ANYWAY.

Your boyfriend is temporarily de-aged into a child. Sure, why not in a world of superheroes.

Dick Grayson

You thought Dick would be an angel child.

The golden boy, whomst Bruce and Alfred have reminisced the childhood days of.

He's a little devil. A little helion even if he isn't angry, he wont listen for anything, bribery does not interest him, he's climbing walls and swinging on light fixtures that definitely are NOT sturdy enough.

"Little Dickiebird" likes to play 'Hide and Tackle you while screeching' then run off laughing at your heart attack,

When he finally wears himself out, he falls asleep in your arms with a sleepy "Thanks for playing with me today" his accent is thick, far more than you've heard from him as an adult, and while you look down at him, unscarred and and content, sunkissed skin not yet paled by Gotham's gloom,

This is the little boy they remember and told stories about, he looks every bit the little angel as you smooth back his curls. Any interest you might've had in having a biological child with Dick is gone though, he was a little devil.

Jason Todd

You had seen pictures of when Bruce first adopted Jason, a small cherished album that Alfred holds dear.

But to see your six-foot-fuckall, gunslinging 'bad boy' boyfriend reduced to a tiny, smaller than he should be, ("stunted by lack of proper nourishment", Alfred's voice supplied) in a soft and warm prim and proper sweater that apparently used to be his favorite, staring up at you with shining, trusting, eyes?

"Oh my god" he's so tiny.

He's so tiny and innocent despite the already old scar on his chin and all he's been through even prior.

So small and still hopeful, not yet broken by it all and you want to cry, to wrap him in your arms and give him anything he wants.

"D'you wanna see the library? I can show you" he offers, reaching out his hand to lead you.

You nod quickly and try to smile, taking his small hand, so, so small, and try resist hugging him "I'd love that."

"Sometimes Alfred brings me cookies in there, they're the best!" his grin shows two missing teeth and you don't think your heart can take this.

"Of course, master Jason. I'd be happy to." The old man was diligent as ever, and wiping of his tear left unmentioned.

Tim Drake

When you come to find Tim, approximately 8 years old (or maybe just small, your Timmy always has been perfectly petite) and in a sweater vest, staring up at you like it's a question, you really don't know what to do except stare right back.

Weirder things have happened of course, but you're at a loss.

Until he finally speaks up, "Bruce Wayne is Batman." His first words make your eyebrows raise.

"And Dick Grayson of the Flying Grayson's is Robin." he adds, just as sure. "Would you like to see my evidence? I have pictures too."

"Sure, Timmy."

You quickly learn his only real interest he wants to speak about is Batman and Robin, and is more than happy to sit on your lap while showing you his pictures of the duo, rambling on his theories and keening with pride whenever you compliment his work and how good a 'little detective' he is.

A blush burns on his pale cheeks when you praise how smart he is to crack a mystery like their identities, and you can clearly see your Tim in his younger self, always a bashful genius.

And likely already an insomniac for these nighttime vigilante stalkings.

You hold him while he tells you about how important Robin is for Batman, changes in his behavior and mannerisms from before and after Dick came in to play, and that no one could ever be as good a Robin as Dick Grayson was. The bit of fire in his tone at that makes you snort, trying to hide it as you pat him gently.

Maybe Jason was telling the truth about finding "hate mail" about being 'the worst robin ever' and rather malicious doodles taped to gargoyles he landed by back in the day.

Damian Wayne

You had heard plenty of how Damian was as a child.

Rude, overly proper, a "demon child", "more hateful than a chihuahua dipped in the Lazarus pit", to name a few.

And you knew your Damian to always be rather...intense with anything he did, sharp wit and sharper tongue he rarely cared to hold,

But somehow, your beloved boyfriend, ever a doting romantic at heart, shrunk to a cold eyed and hateful 10 year old glaring up at you and calling you, basically an unworthy whore, made you understand how his brothers felt.

When Damian had asked you, in the same flat and unforgiving tone that he still uses when thoroughly disdained "And who are you" like an insult, more than a statement, you were honest.

He knows enough magic shit anyway,

"I'm your significant other, in the future" You gave a smile, the same soft and genuine one that makes his heart flutter later on.

As a very egotistical child on his own pedestal now though, he just scoffs as your kindness 'weak', his thought adds while looking at you.

It was going to be long day until your beloved is back the way he should be.

"You could be nothing more than a courtesan, a 'bed warmer' as mother calls them. But you would be unfitting even as that."

On second thought, you'll just make Jon come handle him until then.

Damian is going to have some making up to you to do, once he's back to his proper age.

#Batboys x reader #Dc imagine #DC x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Jason Todd x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Damian Wayne x reader #Nightwing x reader #Red Hood x reader #Red Robin x reader #Robin x reader #my stuff

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virovac · 19 hours ago

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My friend Calli WILL LOOSE HEALTHCARE IF DON'T PAY soon!!!! (link to their post)

PyPal KoFi

Need $105 immediately before 9:00 PM Central time August 20th , and $207 soon for meds

Need $270 for my medication since lost the Monday's discount and more impporantly $105 for my healthcare monthly renewal before August 20th 9pm when the bank closes.

Calli, is a nonbinary parent dealing with chronic illness, chronic pain, unemployment and severe depression.

Calli is a kind person constantly boosting other people's campaigns despite their families situation and limited time at compute cafes

:Family of 9, elderly and kids.diabetic and disabled people and cats

PyPal KoFi

Long story short is we never make the weekly goal [to get their meds], they need to get my medication and paytheir healthcare or will loose it which would fuck me up massively.

(Not even taking into account the family need to afford the laundromat since we don't have a washing machine, and need to afford renting a computer to look for jobs, print documents and just beg for help when nothing works.)

MiL is in line for 2 major surgeries that she has been denied because we can't keep her blood sugar levels stable enough for lack of food.

vetting: vouched for by @transgendz who is vetted by scam-buster kyra 45 (pictures below)

Annother campaign vouching, (ignore posssible misgendering as English not first language)

Summary of problems here, documentation of their long running problems and some of past boosted campaigns below

You know, it's real nice that we got help to pay the vet bills and help my kid keep his cat safe and healthy but wow. It is obvious we do not matter at all. The moment our cat needed help we got the goals, both times But I've been trying to get my meds for weeks or months at a time and nothing. It's real hard not to fucking cry

link of my last boost and post before that

"We really REALLY need help with the court fees and paperwork [get done before aAugust.], we just want to ensure our kids will be safe from my family in case I die, due to my deteriorating health."

I know it’s hard for everyone but please, keep sharing, anything ANYTHING helps. We’ve been getting a bit of food and paying little by little what we owe at the corner store but the upcoming card payment is $190 and my meds are $130 and then let’s not forget my healthcare renewal. I also bring bad news, we’re starting with water shortages just like last year, we’ve gone from having 4 days of water a week to 1-2 if we’re lucky. Our only toilet is busted and there are 9 people here who use it. My kid still needs attention for a UTI he’s had for a couple of months now. And my partner has 3 ingrown nails and 2 big cuts on his feet he’s kept unattended for weeks. I’d hate to up the goal but we need every help we can get!!