#If you've noticed I'm slowly changing up my style

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"Guh..."

I love this panel, it brings me joy. His eye is adorable. Such a cutie he is. I almost forgot to color lines.

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Your wish is my pleasure

Hi guys! The poll which story deserves a sequel came back pretty unambiguous! So, please enjoy more hunky Arab guys in the 3000 follower special: "Your wish is my pleasure"!

In case you want the first part first, here it is:

Greg looked at the lamp in his hand in disbelief. "Was that... because of what I said?"

One of the other guys, Maurice, who had been watching with his mouth open, nodded slowly. "It... seemed that way, bro! You wished for him to be gay and now Catherine is a fucking guy!"

Greg looked at James, and slowly, his disbelief turned into a smug grin that frightened James.

"Is that true, James? Are you gay now? Answer me!"

Again, James was compelled to answer, and so he said truthfully:

"Yes, master! That was your wish."

Greg turned around to the rest of the guys. "Man, can you believe this? We can, like, wish for *anything* now! Unlimited money!"

"Unlimited women!", Maurice chimed in, getting on board.

"I don't know, but what about James?"

It was Kit, formerly Catherine, who spoke for the first time since his transformation into a hunky guy. He seemed rather uneasy about the whole thing.

"Fuck James!" exclaimed Greg. "He's a real life genie now! Think of all the things we can wish for! You, too, Catherine! You've got a dick now as well, wouldn't you want unlimited pussy for it?"

Kit raised his arms.

"Oohkay, first, it's Kit. And second: Ew. I don't want pussy, just the thought alone..." He shuddered. "No, I prefer cock. Lots and lots of big, throbbing cocks."

Kit licked his lips and looked around at the others, who slowly backed away from Kit.

"God, you're really a fag now, aren't you?" Greg said, looking amused. "Okay, so pussy for the rest of us, and cock for Kit. Fine. It's my wish and nobody can say me and the guys don't like homos, right, guys?"

James perked up. There was a... choice. Greg had clearly said 'my wish', but it still sounded a lot like 'I wish' - enough for whatever power that bound James to give him a choice if he wanted to react to it. And James wanted to. Revenge was best served cold.

"And so it shall be, master!" he boomed, and felt the power surge through him once more.

"What? No! I didn't wish for anything!" Greg protested, but the other ones were quicker and just stared at Greg.

A wave of blue smoke emanated from James, the genie, and rolled over everyone, with the notable exclusion of Kit. As Greg breathed in the blue smog, his head was swimming all of a sudden and he had to close his eyes. When he opened them again, he suddenly saw his buddies in another light. He noticed things he never noticed before, like Maurice's cute nose or the way the muscles in his back rippled. Greg looked at his other friends and found that they were all handsome dudes. Kit was the cutest of them all, but that changed quickly. The temperature in the room seemed to rise and Greg, as well as his friends, one by one started pulling their shirts off, showcasing their changing bodies.

Every single one of them became even more handsome. Their chests gaining definition and toned muscles showing in the arms. Greg watched in wonder as his abs formed a six-pack and his hair styled itself into a modern, undeniably gay haircut. Every single one of them appeared to be well-groomed and body-focused now, even though they still had their individual touches.

"I... I'm hot." Greg whispered.

The other boys nodded. "Hell yes."

"And gay."

"Definitely."

Greg only noticed he was almost painfully hard from watching his buddies transform into a bunch of flaming homosexuals, when Maurice came over and groped Greg's cock through his jeans. Greg moaned and looked Maurice into the eyes, easily losing himself in the sight. Almost without him wanting to, their faces came closer to each other until their lips locked and they started making out. Greg moaned into the kiss and pressed his body against his friend.

While Greg and Maurice as well as the other ones were making out, Kit felt a little left out, but as he watched the two men, a certain feeling of arousal was creeping up on him. He looked at James, who was obviously also enjoying the show, judging by his tented underwear. That was a real man. Sure, the other guys were hot, but they were... American hot, but James was pure Arabian beef. And Kit felt bad for him, not able to participate.

Suddenly, he had an idea. It took a bit of strength to separate Greg from Maurice, but due to his new muscular frame, Kit managed.

"Hey, Greg, you're really hot that way. But you know what would be even hotter?"

Greg's cock was throbbing in his pants and had already formed a wet spot from his pre on the front. That was still more modest than what was going on in the background, where groins were gyrated against each other, and the first pair of jeans was being removed.

"No, what?" Greg moaned as Maurice continued to knead his groin.

"Look at James and how beefy he looks! Wouldn't you want this to be an all-Arabian orgy, instead?"

"Oh, God, Kit, that's such a hot idea." He looked at the lamp he was still holding in his hands.

"Genie, I wish that everyone here is a piece of Arab beef like you and that we all have some fun together, do you hear me? That includes you!"

This time, James was all too eager to grant the wish. With another "And so shall it be!", blue smoke emanated from his body and enveloped the room.

The changes were way more noticeable this time. Immediately, Greg felt his toned chest expand with each breath he took, but not receding as much as it expanded before. That way, his pecs solidified into two solid slabs of muscular meat, each easily the size of a plate. At the same time, his stomach also grew, but only as much as it needed to accommodate the new amount of muscle mass, forming a six pack and a delicious V-line.

At the same time, the skin covering this magnificent torso darkened into a healthy tan that was further visually darkened by the copious amount of body hair that also grew in, starting from his pecs and leading down his midsection, until it finally disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Meanwhile, his back broadened to accommodate his massive, muscular shoulders, and his biceps swelled up in turn. The changes rippled down his arms, making his forearms, biceps and triceps swell until he looked like a bodybuilder.

But Greg was still standing, and his legs needed attention, too. His thighs became thicker, and his calves and shins swelled in turn, making his jeans uncomfortably tight and constricting. Moaning from the ecstasy of change, he fiddled with his jeans buttons until he finally opened them. At the same time, his shoes were torn apart from the swelling feet and fell to the ground, allowing his toes to spread out in all their glory.

Once Greg had managed to peel off his constricting pants and shook off the remains of his shoes, he could see his body changing in almost full glory. The only garment still on his body was his underwear, but that was tented to the breaking point now. His cock was throbbing like mad, coating his underwear with copious amounts of pre-cum, and with each throb, the magnificent manly rod grew even bigger. It was almost as big as James' cock already and wasn't finished yet.

At the same time, the rest of his body was continuing to bulk up. His backside was expanding, with his butt cheeks bulging out and filling the behind of his boxer shorts to the breaking point as well. All over his limbs, dark and curly hair was sprouting, adding an animalistic appeal. Especially his now enormous armpits filled out with hair and sweat, adding to the quickly evolving smell of manly musk and sexual urges in the room.

When Greg looked up, he saw that the same was happening to his other friends. Their bodies were expanding in size, gaining more muscle and more body hair. Their chests were filling out, their nipples becoming hard, dark nubs in the middle of a sea of hair. Before long, the small shop was filled with a group of hairy Arabs, and their combined smell and urges. It was getting harder and harder for Greg to restrain himself. He didn't recognize any of his friends anymore, and the blue smoke was the only thing setting James apart, who was licking his lips now. Even Kit had changed again and was now one of the similar looking but not identical Arabs in the room. His cock throbbed and Greg felt the testosterone surging in him. Fuck this. He *needed* to breed!

He growled and ripped off the underwear, and his cock finally sprang free, bouncing a little before resting, proud and hard, pointing up at the ceiling. It was the biggest and thickest cock Greg had seen in his life, and his balls, swinging below were heavy weight of their own. Still, in this room, the massive tool was about average. Everyone was more than well-endowed, and Greg couldn't wait to sink his cock into one of the beefy asses available or feel one of his friends' rods up his own. The situation grew tenser by the second, and he could already see one of the men make out with James, the genie. That must be Kit! Greg thought and smiled. He'd always been a little slutty.

Greg was getting impatient, too, though, and the lust and testosterone inside of him was making him lose his mind. He grabbed the nearest Arab and bent him over, exposing a deliciously hairy hole that was just begging to be bred. Greg didn't hold back and immediately plunged his rock hard member into the man, not caring which one of his former friends it was.

Before long, the room was filled with animalistic grunts and moans from men unhinged. Cocks were shoved up asses, and hands were jerking off the men who were lucky enough to be taken. It didn't take long for the first load of cum to spurt onto the carpet, followed by the next and the next. Soon, the air was thick with the smell of Arabian sex, and the sounds of pleasure.

As he thrust into the tight ass he had claimed, Greg couldn't remember a time when he was more aroused. The ass around his cock felt like it was made to be bred by him, and the sound of balls slapping against butt was the most satisfying thing he ever heard. He didn't know if the guy was still there mentally or not, but it didn't matter. He had an ass, and Greg had a cock, and that was all there was.

The orgy continued until the morning sun rose above the antiquity shop. Kit was exhausted as he looked around. It wouldn't be long until his grandmother came in, and probably would die from a heart attack. Valuable vases were shattered by the masculine bodies slammed against them, and furniture broken.

James looked spent, too, but content, when Kit cleared his throat.

"Honey, could you do something about this mess?"

James looked over to his lover and smiled as he snapped his finger.

"Of course, my dear. Your wish is my pleasure."

James didn't turn anyone back, of course. Wish is wish, after all. Every single one of them was now a constantly horny Arab for life. It wasn't a bad life, though, especially for Kit. Having a genie for a boyfriend certainly had its perks.

Thank you so much again! I'm already looking forward to the next special!

Oh, and since some of you asked: Of course, I will only write one sequel, this one here. However, seeing how popular the second place was, I might write another story that is suspiciously similar and in the spirit of "Calling the plumber", too ;-).

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Can you do a jealous ex where reader is with Loki and the ex starts getting mad and starts texting and calling reader constantly then one day she forgot her phone and Loki reads the texts and listens to the voicemails then reader comes home to a concerned Loki because reader got hurt somehow?

She's Mine Now

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki have only just started dating and you're worried your ex-boyfriend will ruin everything. You've been able to hide how often your ex contacts you but one night he calls over and over while you are with Loki. After finally admitting to Loki what has been going on, the God of Mischief takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: controlling ex-boyfriend, jealous ex-boyfriend, some vague mentions of previous abuse (nothing specific), arguing, swearing, threatening language, name calling, Loki being super protective

A/N: I'm so so so sorry it took me ages to get to this. I'm finally going through my request box and I loved this the minute I saw it. I changed it just a little but I hope that's OK. Thank you for sending it! I hope you like it! 💚

Also... I realized as I was proofreading this that I never named the ex-boyfriend so it's whatever you want it to be lol pick any jerk you know haha

Loki sits on the end of his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers run slowly up and down your arm. You've only been together a month but you have completely fallen for him. You look up at him and smile when he laughs at the movie you selected.

He notices you watching him and kisses your nose causing you to giggle. "The movie is more interesting than I am, I assure you," he jokes.

"I've seen it," you respond but rest your head against him again.

Everything about him makes you want to tell him how perfect he is and how deeply you love him but you are afraid to. A small voice inside you keeps holding you back from opening up to him the way you want to. Every time you told you ex-boyfriend you loved him, he would tell you that you sounded clingy or needy or desperate. You don't want Loki to feel the same so you keep those three words to yourself.

Loki's fingers move from your arm to your back, moving in slow circles. You close your eyes and focus on how calming it feels but then his hand moves further up. He begins playing with your hair, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a small smile on his lips. You try to keep your thoughts from racing as you feel a familiar pit growing in your stomach. He's upset, he doesn't like your hair this way, your inner voice starts to spread panic throughout your body, he's going to grab a fistful of it any second and yell at you. You tense as his fingers gently run through your hair and he notices the change in your behavior.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks, he removes his hand and looks down at you concerned.

"Yea, I just-" you look down and begin playing with the sleeve on your sweater as your mind replays what happened the last time you got a haircut without talking to your ex first. "I'm sorry, I- I was going to ask you before I cut my hair. I know I should have but I was only going for a trim so I thought it was okay but then I saw a shorter style I really liked and I just went for it but-"

He cuts off your words suddenly when his lips met yours, your whole body responds to his kiss and the feeling of his hand softly touching your cheek, relaxing you instantly. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours so he knows you are listening to him. "It's your hair darling. You can do what you like with it," he gently plays with the ends of your hair. "You don't need to ask me to do things like this," he says as if it is obvious.

You nod and remind yourself for the hundredth time that Loki is not your ex-boyfriend.

He settles back on the couch, bringing you with him easily, his arm around you. He smiles and adds, "I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that you look beautiful today."

You blush and bury your face against his chest, the heavy feeling inside of you vanishing completely. He kisses the top of your head and goes back to watching the movie. You close your eyes and force the images of your ex-boyfriend's reaction from your mind, replacing them with Loki's words.

Half an hour later your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You lean forward to try and reach for it but Loki keeps his arm around you. You giggle and try again but he doesn't let go. He looks down at you and smirks, "Where do you think you're going?"

Your phone continues to vibrate. "I need to answer my phone," you roll your eyes.

He looks back towards the TV and dramatically puts his foot on the edge of the coffee table, sliding it further away from you as he straightens his leg.

"Loki!" you laugh as a smile spreads across his lips. He finally loosens his grip so you can get up. You pick up your phone but as soon as you see the number, you end the call and put it face down on the table.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"Wrong number," you answer with a shrug but the laughter is gone from your voice.

You sit heavily next to him and he waves his hand to bring the table back to its original spot. He doesn't respond but you know he can tell you are lying, his expression has become serious and his eyes remain fixed on your phone. Before you can think of a better excuse, your phone begins to vibrate again. You grab it and hang up quickly without stopping to see the number, you know who is calling.

"Who is it, Y/N?" he asks again, his tone is curious but you can feel your nerves getting worse.

"It's no one," you tell him as you tug on your sleeve again.

He sighs at your response and turns off the TV. "I don't like being lied to," he says as he faces you.

"I know," you shrink away from him, waiting for him to yell or tell you to leave.

"Y/N," he reaches out to touch your chin lightly, wanting you to look at him but you flinch away from his touch involuntary. He pulls away as well, giving you more space instead of invading yours. You look up after a moment and instead of seeing anger in his eyes as you expect, he looks sad.

You know in your heart Loki would never hurt you but your instincts had forced you to distance yourself from him. When your ex was upset because you had lied or had done something he thought was wrong, he could be unpredictable.

Your phone vibrates again and he sighs as he picks it up off the table. He hands it to you and says, "Whoever it is must really want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him," you tell Loki, trying to hold back your tears. You toss it away from you wanting it as far from you as possible. It skims over the top of the coffee table and lands on the ground in front of the TV.

"Who keeps calling you, Y/N?" he asks again and this time you know you need to answer him.

You tuck your legs underneath you and move further away from Loki, wrapping your arms around yourself. He shifts his body to face you but doesn't move any closer. "It's my ex-boyfriend," you tell him, you try to keep the fear from your voice but you know he hears it.

"The one Wanda told me about?" he asks, his eyes glance towards your phone and you see a flash of anger cross his face.

You nod but don't say anything else, you had barely mentioned your ex to Loki for so many reasons. You aren't sure how much Wanda told Loki but it was obviously more then you had ever shared with him.

"Please talk to me," he says, moving towards you slowly, testing to see if you will pull away again. "I don't understand why he would still be calling you. I thought you ended things with him months before I met you."

"He started calling and texting me again a few days after our first date," you finally admit to Loki. "I don't know how he even found out about us..." your voice trails off as you look down.

You feel Loki move closer to you again and your body tenses as you prepare for an argument or worse, you shouldn't have hidden this from him, it was as bad as lying.

"I'm not texting him back I promise. I always ignore him. I don't want him to call me but he just keeps doing it, I've asked him to stop but he won't," you say quickly, all in one breath. Loki opens his mouth to say something but you are too afraid to give him a chance. "I didn't want you to be upset, that's why I didn't tell you, I wasn't trying to hide anything or lie about it, I'm sorry," you feel the apology pouring out as it had so many times with your ex. You cover your face with your hands but can't stop the first few tears from escaping.

"I'm not upset Y/N," he says softly. He gently touches your hands and slowly takes them away from your face, "I'm worried about you, that's all."

You look at him, not having expected that response. When your ex found out you were texting Wanda after work, he had been furious. He had never met her and didn't want you telling a stranger anything about him or your relationship.

"I'm sorry," you mumble quietly, not even sure what you are sorry for anymore.

"Please stop apologizing," he says in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nod and without thinking you answer him, "Sorry."

He gives you a half smile and puts his arms around you, pulling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your cheek to his chest as he rubs your back slowly. He holds you and sighs, "I don't know what he did to you... and I will never ask you to tell me," he adds when you look up at him, "But I need you to remember that I am not him. I never want you to be scared of me, you can tell me anything."

"I know," you wipe your eyes again. "I'm sorry-"

He raises an eyebrow at you and you let out a small laugh. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he smiles in return.

A few hours later, Loki lays awake staring at the ceiling, wishing you hadn't left. He has told you on numerous occasions that he sleeps much better when you are curled up in his arms. Unfortunately, you need to run an errand before work tomorrow so you had gone back to your apartment after the movie finished. Closing his eyes, he rolls over but sits up quickly when he hears a faint buzzing sound.

He gets out of bed and follows the sound into his living room. Loki looks around as the buzzing gets louder until he finally sees your phone lighting up on the floor just under the tv stand. You must have forgotten you threw it there when your ex-boyfriend was calling. He was worried when you didn't text him to say you arrived home like you always did, so at least now he knows why.

He stands still for a moment, watching it ring as he debates what to do next. The call ends and he bends down to pick it up then he takes a seat on the couch. After a few seconds, it vibrates once more notifying him that there is a new voicemail.

He sits back, phone in one hand with his other hand over his eyes. Loki trusts you more than anyone he has ever known, on Midgard or on Asgard and doesn't want you to think he's invading your privacy. It's not you he wants to check up on, it's your ex-boyfriend. Everything he knows about him, he heard from Wanda in one very short but eye opening conversation. She only told him what little she knew but it was enough for Loki to know that you deserved better. He sounded like a man you weren't safe with and your reaction to his calls tonight confirmed that for him. Loki would do anything to protect you so he takes a deep breath and unlocks your phone.

Thankfully he remembers your password, you had told him what it was last weekend so he could send himself some pictures you took together at the museum. He opens your call history and covers his mouth with his hand in shock. Fifty-three missed calls in the last week alone, he stares at the number in disbelief. You hadn't answered a single call but still he attempted to reach you over and over. Most of the calls came in groups late at night, like they had while you were watching the movie.

He opens your texts, feeling both guilty for looking around and angry knowing what he will likely find. He smiles a bit when he sees how you've saved his name in your phone, Mischief 💚, but immediately frowns when he sees an unsaved number right below his conversation with you.

He clicks on it, at first he barely reads the words, he just scrolls further and further down hoping to find the end. He sees text after text after text, some are long rants while others are a single insulting word and it seems to go on forever. Once a day is a text from you pleading with him to leave you alone but it only seems to enrage him.

Loki quickly goes from upset to angry to furious as he reads the threats and insults your ex-boyfriend had thrown at your over the last few weeks. He grinds his teeth as he thinks about you being afraid of your ex and the things he has done to you. He sits back and types out a lengthy reply but at the last second he deletes it.

With a smirk he sits forward with his elbows on his knees and begins to type a new, much shorter message. He hits send and waits a few moments. Your phone vibrates when your ex replies and Loki turns off your phone before going back to his room.

You look both ways and cross the street quickly, excited to finally see Loki for lunch like you do every day. You spot him sitting on his usual bench just past the entrance to the park, lost in his book. You smile when he looks up, his book vanishing as he stands. He hugs you tightly then leans down to give you a kiss.

"I missed you," you tell him, his arms still around you.

"Then you shouldn't have left last night," he smiles. "Oh, I believe this is yours," he takes your phone out of his pocket.

"Thanks. I can't believe I forgot it, that was really stupid," you shake your head. You had realized when you got home last night that you had left it at Loki's but it was too late to go back.

Your heart stops when you realize its your ex-boyfriend. You look up at Loki, one of his arms is still around you but his eyes are fixed to your ex as he approaches with a wide smile and outstretched arms.

"You are not stupid," he corrects you and before you can respond you see someone walking over to you.

He continues towards you and when your brain finally registers that he is trying to go in for a hug you free yourself from Loki and quickly back away. Loki moves in response, putting himself easily between you and your ex which causes him to stop.

"Seriously Y/N?" he says, already sounding annoyed with you. "I drove all the way out here for lunch with you and you won't even give me a freaking hug? You're lucky I accepted your ridiculous invitation after you kept ignoring me."

Loki says, "Y/N did not invite you here, I did."

"Oh really?" he's looks from you to Loki and seems unphased that he is face to face with the Prince of Asgard. "What, are you looking for some tips on how to control her better?" he laughs to himself. "Of course, if you've decided you're done with her, I'll gladly take her back. I put years into fixing her, wouldn't want that to go to waste."

You take another step back as his eyes find you again and they roam up and down your body. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn a skirt and you cross your arms tightly around yourself. He always commented on how you dressed, he had so many opinions on what he wanted you to wear.

Loki notices how uncomfortable you are and brings the attention back to himself. "Do not look at her, this conversation is between you and me," he tells your ex.

He sighs and says, "Fine, what do you want?"

Loki holds his anger at back and in a controlled tone says, "You will apologize for how you treated her in the past and then you will leave, never return here or contact her again."

He almost laughs and says, "I treated her the way she deserved. She needed to learn how to behave and you should be thankful I trained her as well as I did."

Your eyes dart from your ex to Loki and your heart races with anxiety about what might happen next. Loki doesn't respond at first, you watch his fist clench and his jaw tighten. He looks like he is holding himself back from lashing out with every bit of strength he has.

"You have no idea what she was like before. When I first met her-" he tries to look at you but Loki cuts him off.

He walk steadily forward, glaring at him as approaches. "I will not stand here and listen to a pathetic mortal like you speak poorly of Y/N. She is kind, funny, generous, creative, beautiful and so much more. She never deserved to be mistreated by the likes of you. Y/N is a queen and I will ensure she is treated as such."

You can't take your eyes off of Loki, you've never had anyone speak about you this way before.

Loki stops just in front of your ex and says, "If you ever speak to her, text her or see her again, I will make sure you suffer greater than any human on Midgard has ever suffered before."

Your ex-boyfriend looks at him in shock but it quickly morphs into anger, he does not take being challenged or threatened well. He takes a small step backwards and says, "You can't just threatened me like that. You might be some fancy royal on your planet but here your just another asshole. If I want to talk to her, I will. She was mine once and I could take her back if I really wanted to."

As soon as the words come out of your ex's mouth, you know he finally pushed Loki too far. Loki's full armor and tall horned crown appear in a bright flash of gold and green. Your ex goes quiet in an instant as you are both reminded that Loki truly is a God among men.

The God of Mischief looms over him, staring down at him, daring him to speak again. Loki raises one hand and suddenly your ex is picked up by his throat, a green mist surrounding his neck. He tries to claw at it but Loki's magic brings him closer, until they are eye to eye. In a dark voice, Loki says, "She's mine now."

Your ex-boyfriend looks utterly terrified and a part of you can't help but enjoy seeing the fear in his eyes after all the pain he inflicted on you. You watch, your heart still pounding quickly. As much as you want your ex to suffer, you are afraid Loki will go to far, you've never seen him so angry. Look had worked so hard over the last few months to gain the trust and support of the Avengers, if he hurts your ex he will have to face serious consequences. As much as you hate your ex-boyfriend, its not worth risking Loki's future with the team or with you.

Loki's magic brings him closer, until the are inches from each other, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. "Do not doubt for a moment that I will do what needs to be done to protect the woman I love. Is that clear?" Loki asks and he nods rapidly in response.

Loki releases him from his grasps and he falls to the ground. Getting up quickly, he runs from the park without looking back.

Loki's magic vanishes, his crown and armor fading away in the breeze as he turns to face you. The determination and rage in his eyes is gone, replaced with his own nervous fear. Your eyes remain locked on him as he slowly walks towards you.

"Y/N," he asks softly. You don't answer, your mind still processing the events from a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let my temper get so out of control but I just couldn't bear to listen to him talk about you for another moment," he explains and you nod in understanding.

He reaches out to take your hand, looking down as your finger interlock and sighs. "I told you not to be afraid of me and then I showed you exactly what kind of terrifying monster I really am. I never wanted to scare you, I only wanted him to leave you alone."

"You um..." you pause, biting you lip as you think. "You said you love me?"

"Loki," you close the distance between you and touch his cheek with your other hand. "I could never be scared of you." He looks at you slowly and you smile, he breaths a sigh of relief and smiles in return.

He laughs and relaxes completely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Darling, I have loved you from the first time we spoke," he tells you. "You mean everything to mean."

You reach up and kiss him, his hands move down your back to hold you flush against his body. You look up, still pressed together and say, "I love you too. Thank you for keeping me safe from him."

You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. "I promise, I will always protect you, you just need to tell me what is bothering you," he swears.

You smile when you look into his eyes and see how much he means it. He leans down to kiss you again and between breaths he whispers, "Mine."

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Ordinary World-Ken x Reader (Barbie 2023)

Summary: You've always been a one of a kind Barbie, like different things from the other girls and many considering you a bit odd. Most Barbies are the same, many of them have their own Ken but the Ken you've had your eyes on has been dating your best friend for years. (I know the movie isn't out but I had this in mind and had to write it! Wouldn't in a million years believe I would fall in love with a Ken doll.)

(I have in mind to do a series on the Barbie movie once it is out with Ken and Reader. So, I decided to write a one shot that'll be based on the series I am planning, this could be a part of the series though some parts may change. I am dying to see this new Barbie and Ryan Gosling as Ken. I myself am a goth and imagined the reader the same,but you can imagine her as you'd like. Though for the official version I think they will be a goth since I would find it cute for opposites to attract, style wise, etc.)

The world is perfect. Endless days of going around making errands and endless nights parting and every Barbie and Ken gathering around to have a fun time. The sky is always the perfect shade of blue with few clouds decorating it, every Barbie has it's perfect job and perfect home.

The streets decorated with green trees, beautiful colored flowers, pastel colored homes, and the relaxing beach with it's pale pink sand.

Always thriving to make their name known and perfecting every single thing, every Barbie is perfect, from head to toe.

Every Barbie has a Ken. Every Ken has a Barbie to show their devotion and love. Well..almost every Barbie.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

I heard the countless of Barbies waving and greeting at each other. I sat in the patio at my friend's home, she had invited me over since she wanted to throw a big party at night and I was helping her decorate the place up and organize many chairs and tables with their snacks.

Many Ken's and Barbie's would be arriving. I was done sketching on my notebooks and placed it inside my bag and continued to fill up what was rest of the pool.

"How is everything going?" Barbie asked joining me in the backyard again.

"The pool is almost finished, just a few snacks are left, choose the perfect mixtape and the party will be perfect." I answered her.

I stood tall and noticed Barbie staring at me. "Great! Everything always goes perfect. How is your job going?"

Barbie questioned making me take a step back and shake my head. "I..I.. it's complicated."

"You got fired didn't you?"

I hung my head low and felt ashamed. "Hey hey don't get all upset on me. You were probably too good for the job anyways."

"I feel horrible, Barbie. You are the most perfect person I've met, you have countless of jobs and can do anything. You've offered me many jobs and I'm just not good at it. I'll never be good at anything." I answer defeated since apparently I am not good enough for this world.

Barbie placed her hand on my shoulder making me look into her blue eyes. "No. You are a good person, (Y/N). You are my friend and I did agree on helping you in whatever you needed..You're just special is all."

"I'm different.."

"Different is good! See? I even call you by the name you chose instead of Barbie." I pout and sighed heavily and nodded my head slowly.

"You're not a burden, (Y/N). You can be whatever you want to be. Remember that."

I smiled a bit and looked back at her. "Right..let's focus on the party instead."

"Great idea! Now I have the perfect song list for the party, many friends will come over-"

Barbie definitely living a dream life. I wish I could be like her.

I am a Barbie who looks, acts and thinks differently than the rest. I chose my own name, go by my own rules, what kind of Barbie does that?

Every Barbie has it's dream house, dream career..a Ken.

Unlike them I can barely fit in a specific job, I don't own a huge house like most of them do, don't have plenty of close friends and I don't have a Ken. A companion, a lover to spend my days with them and have fun.

Every Barbie had a Ken and then there is me…

I've heard what many people have said behind my back, I'm a weird person I know. I tend to look at the dark side of life sometimes and can be a bit straightforward which leaves some people taken back from me.

I normally don't dress all cute or bright colors like the rest of the girls. I feel like I don't belong here at times.

I sometimes stay late at night wondering if outside of our Barbie world, there's more, maybe s lot more different. I will say I am more on the dreamer kind, wishing to know about more knowledge outside of here.

I've collected these books that I found a long time ago. Books that seem that wasn't made or written by someone here. There's one that has always fascinated me, it's called The Wizard of Oz. Sometimes I feel the main character of the book, Dorothy.

Being different from the rest and arriving at a strange world that seems too perfect to be true.

Aside from collecting rare items I also enjoy drawing, sketching or painting. I'm no where near perfect as the Barbie to specifies on art but I do my best.

I've sold a few around town since Barbie recommended my work to everyone, even President Barbie had a large portrait done by me in her office.

I'm not great with parties since I try to relax on my own and sketch everyone having fun. Tonight, I am planning to do the same and imagine myself in their scenario. In their perfect world.

"(Y/N)!." Barbie clapped her hands in front of me drawing my attention back to her.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Many guys will be here. Maybe, I can introduce you to a Ken." Barbie said winking and continuing to decorate the place.

"T-That won't be necessary. I'm not ready to date anyways, I'll just chill with Alan."

Aside from Barbie, I can say Alan is one of my closest friends as well, he's like a brother to me. He's unique anyways, there's just one him.

"You gotta have at least a bit of fun, I don't like seeing you sitting down at parties. Promise me you'll try at least."

I sigh and fake a smile at her, "I promise."

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A song titled Girls Just Wanna Have Fun continued to blare through the speakers. Everyone was having lots of fun. Different shades of pink balloons adorned the backyard along with streamers and even a big piñata made in the shape of a large 'B'.

Even the refreshing drinks were pastel pink and blue colored. Barbie continued to dance along with the rest. I was sitting down by an empty table along with Alan who had a drink in his hand, "So, I asked her out and guess what she said?"

"What did she say?" I ask tilting my head and knowing exactly where this is going.

"She said yes! But, when I arrived at the cafe she wasn't there. She said she had an important meeting but we're definitely going out next week."

"Good for you, Alan." I held onto my sketchbook and continued to sketch the crowd.

"Don't you want to dance or something? You know if you're having trouble dating a guy, I can always be available for you." He awkwardly said earning a pat on his shoulder from me.

"Trust me you wouldn't want to date me. You deserve someone way better."

Alan hummed and stood up. "You're right."

"Ouch." I said not really hurt by his words but continuing to sketch.

"Well, if you need me I'll be..around." Alan quickly left leaving me on my own. I looked down at my creation and smiled when I saw how well and detailed I got everyone, I flipped the pages and landed on the one I was still finishing up.

"What you got there?" I shrieked and jumped in my spot, quickly closing my book and turning to face the familiar voice.

Ken. Barbie's Ken.

"N-Nothing! Just finishing up a project I was asked to do." I answered quickly and blushed when I looked into Ken's blue eyes and saw a charming smile spread across his face.

He looks so handsome up close! Perfect blue, eyes, perfect smile, perfect blonde hair and perfect bod-

"Cool. Can I see?" He asked all excited sitting in front of me now.

"No! I mean..You can't it's not ready yet." I said trying to come up with a lie.

"I'm not a critic by all means, but I'm sure you're doing a fine job as always." Ken said reaching over to place his hands on top of my book and I grabbed the she and began pulling it towards me and Ken did the same to try and look.

Sometimes Ken has a hard time of understanding when no means no. He's a goofball and kind of oblivious.

"Maybe just a tiny peek.."

"Ken, no!" I felt like I was speaking to a puppy, not understanding it's tricks.

"Come on, (Y/N). We're friends right? Friends gotta stick together and not hold any secrets between us."

I huffed annoyed by him but finding him extremely irresistible and cute when he acts this way. He knows his ways to charm me, well, that's what I like to think. I sat back and slid the notebook over to him.

"Yes!" He raised his fists and eagerly started to look through my sketches.

If onto he knew the truth about how I feel for him. I continue staring at him, my heart beating faster, growing nervous at what he would say once he sees my sketch of him. He'll find me weird and ask me why I drew him, he'll find out about my crush on him for sure!

Ken continued to flip thought he pages until one caught his eye. I sucked in air and was ready to hear his harsh words.

"Omg..Do I always look this handsome?" He questioned staring at the sketch and placing it right beside his face.

"You even got my nose right! Haha. Though I do say between him and me, I'm a lot more attractive."

My mouth nearly fell open. The reaction was unexpected, but what can I expect from Ken. "Is there a reason you chose me?"

"No, wait! It's because I'm your idol isn't it? It's nice to know I have a number 1 fan besides Barbie." Ken enthusiastically said and handed me my notebook back before deciding to sign his name on the same page.

Before I could grab onto the notebook Ken grabbed both my hands into his. Making me blush and surely painting my entire face red at the simple action.

Quickly I pulled my hands back and touched my cheeks trying to hide the blush on me. Ken looked surprised but didn't question it, he now chuckled and stared at me with his hand resting on his palm.

I need to a cold drink. I reached to grab a cup of pink lemonade and began to drink rapidly.

"You're honestly so talented, you just don't realize it. I know you don't like to call yourself a Barbie, but I'm surprised you haven't found a Ken or gotten married yet."

I spat my drink on him and started coughing. "Who's you okay?!" He jumped up when I did and I nodded my head.

"I'm fine! I-I'm so sorry, Ken!" I grabbed a couple of napkins and began to try to wipe his clothes since it was wet, which only made me feel his muscles instead. I blushed and pulled my hands back and apologized to Ken again.

He tilted his head looking at me weirdly. "Are you okay, (Y/N)? You're as pink as Barbie's car."

"I'm completely f-fine! But what about your shirt?" I ask concerned and Ken dug something out of a bag, another shirt and jacket, he brought along and changed right in front of me.

"I always keep spare clothes just in case things like this happen." Ken reached out to me and started to ruffle my hair.

"Don't get yourself to worried. Why don't we enjoy the party instead?" He smiled and I watched him excitedly run off to greet his girlfriend, Barbie. My best friend.

I remained staring at them and the rest enjoying themselves. They party and have fun like nothing else matters. I smiled sadly staring at Barbie and Ken dancing, I grabbed my sketchbook and started to leave the party.

Slowly the sound of music fading the more I continued to walk to my home. Hoping to someday at least someday matter to Ken, and for him to look at me different than just a friend.

[kelcemenow]

Out There.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1343

Warnings Strong language and mentions of smoking weed.

I got a request from my Queen! Thank you for sending this in @killatravtramp and I really hope you like it! "Hi! I have a request for you! Would you be willing to write a fic where Travis meets the reader’s family for the first time, and she’s embarrassed because they’re kind of weird and out there? Thank you so much!!"

"Wait, wait, wait." You held your hand out and placed it on Travis' thigh, stopping hi from opening the car door, "Just...before we go in. I just want to remind you of what I said."

Travis rolled his eyes and smiled at you.

"No, I'm being serious. My family are...out there."

"I know, you've already said."

You closed your eyes and held Travis' hand tight, "Yeah but, they're really out there."

Travis breathed a laugh, "It's all going to be fine! Y/N, I love you and all of the strange things that come with you."

You smiled and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car, staring up at the log-style cabin in front of you. Your eyes flickered over the vast vegetable patches that ran along the left side of the structure and the tall piles of logs to your right. Chickens were dotted around the grassy area at the front of the cabin and large bulb string lights hung lazily around the porch. It was looking a lot more run down than your last visit, but you knew you parents wouldn't have noticed.

Travis stretched his arms over his head, "Wow, this is something!"

You sucked at your teeth, "Yep."

He looked at you with a smile, "Will you relax? I'm an open-minded guy. And hey, one night here...I might end up changing my lifestyle."

"Don't you dare." You glared at your boyfriend as you grabbed your overnight bag from the back of the car.

Twigs and leaves crunched beneath your feet until you arrived at the bottom of the wooden steps up to the front door. You could hear faint music coming from the house that grew louder in volume the closer you got. You turned to face Travis and quickly raised your eyebrows as you opened the door, stepping into the bright and cluttered cabin.

Travis followed you as you tried to locate the source of the music, assuming it must be where your parents were. You breathed in the familiar smell of patchouli and noticed the large new handmade tapestry hanging proudly on the wall. You turned a corner and found yourself in the lounge, a small and cosy space filled with luscious green plants and woven blankets. Wind chimes hung in the windows and clanged in the gentle breeze.

"I think the music is coming from outside?" Travis said and he pointed his thumb towards the back porch.

You peered out towards the windows, slowly making your way to the open door that was lined with strings of multicoloured wooden beads. Sure enough, you spotted your Father in an open white linen shirt and matching trousers playing the harp for your Mother who was clad in a tie-dye tank and billowy paisley pants, her eyes closed and body squatted down into the malasana yoga pose.

You cleared your throat and your Dad's face grew into a bright smile as your Mother rose from her position and ran over to you.

"Hi Mom!"

"Oh, my baby!" She grabbed at your face and covered your cheeks with kisses. "It's so good to see you."

Your Dad carefully placed the harp against the railing and walked calmly towards you, holding out his hands to yours. "My girl!" He looked over to Travis, "And her man."

Travis lowered his head and held out his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Your Dad snorted a laugh and waved Travis' hand away, "Hey, you can call me Dad." Pulling him into a hug.

"No Dad, that's weird."

Your Mom let go of your face and began picking at the air around you, "Oh darling, your aura is so polluted. This is what happens when you live in the city."

You rolled your eyes, "Why don't we sit down for some tea?"

"That's a wonderful idea! Come, let us show you what we've done."

You followed your Mom, with Travis and your Dad closely behind you, meandering through the rooms until you reached the dining room. Your eyebrows lowered when you looked to see that the dining table and chairs had disappeared. Instead, small cushions and mat were in their place. You watched as your Dad moved to one of the cushions and sat cross-legged, looking up at you with an excited expression.

"You...don't like sitting at a table anymore?" You asked slowly.

"Mmmm, we just think that this way we are closer to the earth, and besides, all of that furniture just made the room look really cramped."

You nodded, "Cool, shall I get the tea started?"

"Oh, your Mom and I traded some eggs for a handful of organic rose and chamomile tea from the neighbours."

"You don't have neighbours Dad, you have people who live in a trailer in the woods half a mile away." You said as you headed to the kitchen, Travis quickly following you.

As soon as you were out of sight, you rested your head against the kitchen cabinet, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

"It's not that bad, baby."

You laughed as you opened the cabinet door and pulled out the wooden bowl full of teabags, "You won't be saying that in moment when you try to catch up with your emails or check your Instagram notifications."

Travis raised an eyebrow and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Baby, I think some time away from technology will be good for us, you know, reconnect with nature and really find ourselves."

You turned in his arms to face him, "Oh my God, they've gotten to you already. Did they brainwash you when I wasn't looking?"

"Oh, ha ha."

"I'm sorry, it's just most boyfriends have been freaked out by my parents and...how they are. And then it seems they disappear very quickly afterwards." You shook your head a little.

"Hey, I'm not just anyone, okay? I love you, which means I love your family and whatever comes with it."

He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled, returning to the wood-fired stove to boil some water. Travis helped you by grabbing some enamel mugs that you assumed your Mom had painted the flowers on. Once the kettle had boiled, you carefully poured the hot water into the cups, with Travis placing a teabag in each one.

You both carried them into the dining room, settling down on a cushion each and handing out the tea around the circle.

"So Travis, what is it you do?" Your Dad asked.

"Uh, I'm a professional football player in the NFL, sir....sorry, Dad."

You leaned towards Travis, "You don't have to call him that."

"That sounds like it's awfully violent?" Your Mom said after blowing at the steam coming from her tea.

"It can be, I do come away with bumps and bruises occasionally."

You shuffled yourself closer to Travis, placing a hand on his arm, "He's very good, Dad. He's one of the best tight ends in the league."

Your Dad pressed his lips together, "I see, well that's very good Travis."

"A tight end with a good tight end, right Y/N?" You Mom giggled.

"Mom! Oh my God!"

Travis almost spat out his tea and you looked at your Father, who was currently doubled over laughing and clutching at his stomach.

"It's not funny!"

Your Mom uncrossed her legs and sat up on her ankles, "Oh, lighten up Y/N."

Your Dad leaned over to your Mom and whispered loud enough for you to hear, "I think she needs to get on our level, if you know what I mean?"

Your Mom nodded as you switched your gaze between her, your Dad and Travis, "What?"

"You want some smoke?" Your Dad held his hand out with a perfectly rolled joint in his palm.

Your eyes widened and you could hear Travis chuckle next to you, "What is happening here?"

"Oh your Dad and I have started growing our own, it's become one of our better ideas."

Travis let out a loud laugh, "Oh, shit, man. I think I'm beginning to like it here!"

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[ms--lobotomy]

Hello🌹 I am glad to see the addition of writers to the Warhammer fandom. Obscenity with primarchs is fine🫶🏻 Can I do something with Sanguine (or are you writing for everyone at once? in general, here it will be more convenient for you)) that meme: the reader – "I have done nothing wrong in my life"; the primarch – "I know this and I love you." But the reader did something like that🤭

hello! o/ of course i can write something either way! ill write something with sanguinius because i like him a lot. i am normal about him. i am normal about him. i am normal about h (feel free to add more asks if youre into my writing style lol)

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word count: 999

content warnings: slight mention of colonialism but like you're into 40k so what did you expect

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You giggled to yourself, your legs dangling off of the Primarch’s bed. It was far too large for you, and frankly far too large for him as well. The weighted blanket under you was comically large, and the mattress you sat upon yielded slightly to your form. The bed was perfect, as was the man you loved so dearly. And outside the window of the Red Tear, a temperate planet spun ever so slowly. Its white sun cast a shadow enveloping half of the planet in darkness. It was almost peaceful here, in the outer atmosphere of this strange new planet.

And you know what you did.

In your defense, you had found it hilarious. In concept, at the very least. You'd scoured the ship for feathers large and pale enough to come from your lover, and once you'd found enough (and learned how to pull off tricks that required some slight of hand) you'd gone to your lover, an ornate leather bag draped over you. The clasp on this bag was undone, but you doubt your lover would have noticed. And when you saw him, you ran towards him at a full sprint. He noticed you slightly after, his blood-red eyes widening.

"Sanguinius, my love!" you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his cold armor.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, saying your name with the amount of care you'd come to expect from your lover. "What do you come to me about?" he asked, pushing your arms off of him. He knelt down to put his heavy arms around you for a few seconds, and you melted into his touch.

He pulled away and took your hands in his. His hands enveloped yours, you were just over half his size after all. Oh dear, you thought, not wanting to be the first one to pull away from this gesture. The Brightest One had often been one to initiate romantic gestures, and you hated pulling away. But this wasn't your first time pulling away.

"I just wanted to talk to you," you said. Without thinking, you pursed your lips before they went back to normal. As normal as a giddy smile was, at least.

"Talk to me," the primarch repeated. "Hmm. Well, talk away."

The two of you started a conversation about the... weather of the planet. How exciting. While he looked vaguely in your direction, you'd dropped a feather on the ground. Then another. You responded to his idle chatter about the planet below the Red Tear. Yes, it would be a wonderful addition to the Imperium of Man. Then you dropped a few more feathers onto the cold metal ground.

Finally, you looked down at... his feathers? Your feathers? They were far enough from you that it could have been plausible that they had come from the primarch.

"Oh, Sanguinius! You're molting!" you exclaimed in terror, a pile of feathers now at Sanguinius's feet.

"I'm... molting,'' Sanguinius replied softly, bending down to the floor and picking up a feather. He looked back at you, his expression greatly changed.

The dread on his face made yours flush. Oh no, you thought to yourself, wringing out your hands in front of you. What did I just do? Without thinking, you turned tail and ran off. You knew the Red Tear well enough now that you only made one misstep before fumbling with the doorknob that was way too high for you and running onto that bed.

You giggled to yourself. A nervous giggle.

And you heard footsteps. You've heard primarch footsteps before, as Sanguinius was not one to shy away from showing you off to his brothers. His were rather light as far as they went, though, as you couldn't unhear the thud. thud. thud. that they produced. You couldn't help but feel your heart fall in your chest; you didn't yet know how he would respond to this.

And then you heard the door open, an agonizingly slow creak. "My darling?" you heard an all too familiar voice ask softly. "Are you in here?"

You grabbed the weighted blanket underneath you. You contemplated whether to say something, but not a second later, his eyes darted towards you. The door swung open, and the primarch folded in his wings to fit through the door. "Ah, hello there," he said with a hint of relief in his voice. You could see his wings relaxing behind him.

"Hello, dear," you replied. Your stomach turned. You stared at him, trying to discern if he was angry, or scared, or a combination of the two. But his placid expression matched neither of those descriptions. He sat next to you on his bed, putting an arm around you. You let go of the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. No hint of anger or fear in his voice.

"I am," you replied softly. You looked up at him. "You're... you're not actually molting, by the way."

Sanguinius laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. His golden hair fell softly over his shoulders. He had a laugh that was contagious, as a little bit of a chuckle escaped your lips as well. His golden armor shifted as he moved, kept pristine no matter how many battles the primarch saw. "I figured that out a little bit ago," he replied. "It is going to take more than that to convince me for more than a few seconds."

The corners of your mouth quirked up. You looked back up at him, and saw a radiant smile dusting his face as well. "You have done nothing wrong, ever, in your life," he said.

"I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life," you repeated with a relieved laugh. You looked down and away from him, rubbing your limp arm with your hand. Another chuckle escaped your lips.

"I know this," responded Sanguinius, his hand trailing down to your waist. Cold metal brushed against your skin, and you let out a small shiver at his touch. "And I love you."

[jadedwoman]

(forcemasc, dubc0n, assumes reader likes their chest)

Today seems like a normal day like any other, waking up, dressing in the most girlmoding clothes possible and getting ready for work. What isn't like normal, is when you open the door, instead of the open sidewalk, maybe a few neighbors, or even just the sky as you look out, you simply see me, standing up close and personal to you before you even realize.

Moving back, startled, you look me up and down, clearly confused by my mechanical parts, more advanced and complex than anything you've seen, than anything you even thought possible, but before you get the time to ask me about what I'm doing here and what I am, one of my fingers quickly shushes you, pushing you in along with me as I slam the door behind us

As you try once more to ask what or who I am, I pull you with me upstairs, giggling to myself as we go into your bedroom. Once there, I look around and sigh, clicking my tongue as I speak "aww, your outfits look lovely..but hm...they might not fit you in a moment, here let me change it!"

You watch as what almost seems like liquid creeps over the clothes, the grey color giving away their robotic nature as after a few moments all of the clothes seem tailor fit to a far more bulky body, although the color and style remain the same, the pinks just as pink, the bows still left behind. Leaving you even more confused what's happening.

As I finally seem content, I help you sit softly on the bed and hold out another strange vial of liquid, looking at you expectantly as I speak, "now drink this please." I say in a way demanding no follow up questions, leading to you hesitantly grabbing it and drinking it down, the liquid going down smooth as my giggle comes back.

Ready to finally demand answers, you feel your body suddenly heat up, your arms getting stronger, more muscular, thighs gaining more definition, and you even feel facial hair start sprouting on your face. That heat spreads over to your legs, body hair growing all over you, giving you a nice thin coat as a distinctly masculine smell fills the air.

For a moment, you get worried as you feel it come to your chest, worried it would try and remove your breasts in an attempt to make you more "manly" but, as if sensing that worry, it instead just makes you make a bit more body hair and moves along. Lastly, you feel your crotch heat up, your pussy slowly going away as a new, already throbbing cock forms in its place, leaking precum as you feel the newfound sensitivity.

While you hadn't noticed it at first, now that the transformations complete, you realize your clothes are in tatters. Your top ripped in half, exposing your hairier chest, while your strong thighs also remain visible with your pants having practically exploded. looking over, you see me scratching the back of my head as I simply say "I uh...guess I forget that outfit"

Still in shock over what happened, I look at you as if confused, saying "what, didn't you ask for a masc delivery?" As I seem to genuinely believe that's what you meant, eventually you notice my wires and cables start sliding towards your ears as well, seemingly not done with the transformation yet. Not having much energy to resist, you feel it slide in as all those silly thoughts that you'll never be a real guy disappear, helping replace them with affirmations, telling you how handsome you look, how your clothes still can be cute or pretty if that's what you like.

And now that it's done, you can safely say, you'll never girlmode again~

[ripdragonbeans]

A Night Out

Happy late birthday to @lovelykhaleesiii!!! I had so much fun writing this and whew writing smut still gets me lol

Modern Aegon x femreader

Summary: Aegon takes your birthday very seriously

WARNINGS/MINORS DNI: smut, oral (f and m receiving), daddy kink, slight hair pulling, creampie, p i v, doggy style, thigh riding, semi-public sex

"Hey, Aeg, I'm home!" You called out as you stepped inside your apartment. "Babe?"

After the on and off dating in high school and then finally coming to the conclusion of commiting to a serious relationship, you and Aegon moved in together after graduating college, proving to each other that, yes, this is something we both want. Every time you came home, Aegon was almost always there with something for the both of you, whether that be food (take out or attempted cooking), a movie, a TV series to binge, or a well needed fuck. For previous birthdays he always went above and beyond. When you asked him why he did all of this Aegon simply replied that you deserve the best and that you bring out the best in him. 

So entering the apartment with no one to greet you was slightly concerning at the least. At the most it was absolutely terrifying.

"Aegon?" You paced around the apartment popping your head through every room, even every cabinet. After that time when he decided to prank you by popping out of the cabinet under the sink you've checked there ever since. 

When you couldn't find him, you sat on the couch as stiff as a board. You pulled out your phone, ready to call him, when his name popped up. You answered it immediately.

"Aegon, where are you? I-"

He cut you off, "I'm fine, babe, I promise." He chuckled before speaking again, "You, however, need to change into that dress that I laid out on your bed and get ready for a night out."

"I just spent the last ten minutes searching for you and you tell me to put on a dress?"

"Yes, kitten." You could hear his grin. "Trust me on this, please? I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'm all yours tonight."

You sighed. "Okay, Aeg. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"When you're done just walk out the door and I'll be there."

"Wow, that's not stalkerish at all," a smile graced your face as annoyance and worry faded to the back."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your big stalker. And now your stalker is telling you to get ready. Love you, babe!" He hung up without letting you respond.

You laughed to yourself as you put your phone down and headed towards your room. When looking for Aegon you failed to notice the beautiful deep green dress laying on your bed. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you stripped out of your work clothes and went to put on the dress when a pair of black lacey bra and panty caught you eye. Smiling to yourself, you quickly did your hair and makeup before donning it and the dress. Of course, Aegon got the size right so the mini dress hugged every curve. You paired it with your favorite black boots, completing the look. 

As you stepped out of the apartment you spotted Aegon holding a bouquet of flowers. He grinned at you and bowed.

"My lady, you are stunning this evening." He straightened up and lifted the flowers as he said, "I'll run these in real quick."

 He kissed your cheek before darting inside to drop them off. When he came back out he took your hand and kissed it. 

"Are you ready for a night dedicated to you, kitten?" He winked.

"Yes, let's go," you grinned.

Aegon pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and loving but you couldn't help but to deepen it. You pulled at his shirt, desperate to be even closer to him. Aegon smiled against you and slowly pulled away. You frowned at the loss of contact but he just chuckled and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Later, I promise we can do whatever you want later. Right now, though, we have a dinner to go to and then a little club to hit up."

Aegon treated you to a beautiful dinner at Dragonstone. Of course, he paid for everything. He was adamant that you would not open your wallet. All the while he doted on you and you gracefully accepted all the praise. As the dinner went on you two started losing the fancy decorum and picked up your natural goofiness. At first it was a few dirty jokes from Aegon but it soon escalated to catapulting food at each other. It wasn't until a very posh couple seated next to you coughed loudly and gave a death glare that you left and headed for the club.

The two of you spend a good four hours at the bar having the best time. Aegon pampered you with drinks and pulled you out onto the dance floor between rounds of alcohol. You'd sway your hips to the music and let Aegon pull you closer to him. By the end of the night you were basically grinding on him. You could feel him against your lower back and you knew it was time to go home. 

He lowered his head, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Let's go home, kitten. It's time for the rest of your birthday gift." He pressed a hot kiss to your throat and marked you with a bite before all but dragging you out.

As soon as you got out of the doors you wasted no time pulling Aegon to the side of the club, pressing yourself between him and the wall. His hands immediately went to grip your waist tight and yours went to his neck to pull him down for a kiss. When you were grinding on him in the club you could feel yourself getting wet. You didn't want to wait to get home, you wanted him now. Aegon, however, pulled away before you could deepen the kiss. You chased his lips but his hand caught your chin before you could go any further.

Aegon chuckled. "Aww, my little kitten is impatient. Maybe we won't finish the night like I planned," he taunted.

"No, please, Aegon," you whined.

"Don't worry, we'll get there soon enough." He slowly ran his hand up the side of your body and stopped at the side of your chest. "Or we can do a little more here. What do you think?"

"Yes, Aegon."

"That's not my name tonight, kitten. It may be your birthday but you know what you have to call me."

You swallowed a gulp of air. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He brushed his fingers across your chest. "Fuck, have I turned you on already, kitten? It seems that your tits want my attention."

You could only whine in response. He was barely touching you but it drove you crazy. Arching your back into his touch you tried to move his hands to where you craved. Aegon finally gave in and circled your now hardened nipples over your dress. The hand that was holding your chin slid down to cup your ass. He slapped it before soothing it in loving circles while still playing with your tits. You dipped your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the tightening of the coil in your gut. 

Aegon pried open your legs with his knee. "Ride my thigh, kitten, you know you want to."

All it took was that one command to get you to rut against him. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your barely clothed core drove you wild. You could feel yourself dripping.

"Look at you, making a mess on me," he smiled at the spot on his thigh. "Does my little kitten want to cum?"

"Yes, please, Daddy," you whined.

Your eyes shut as your grinding sped up. Aegon kissed and bit your neck while he continued to play with your nipples. You could feel it. Your release was coming soon and he knew it as well.

"Cum for me."

The command and the last pinch of your hardened bud threw you over to your orgasm. You exploded in pleasure and soaked Aegon's jeans in the process. He hugged you tight as you came down from your high.

"You did such a good job, kitten," he praised. "Are you ready for more?" He gave you a mischievous look.

You immediately went back to your submissive state. "Yes, Daddy." You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Well, let's go." Aegon pressed a kiss against your forehead before you two headed home.

Unlike the outside of the club you let Aegon take the lead. He gently held your hand as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. As he sat you down on the bed he pressed kisses over your face and praised you for how good you were.

"I can't wait to pamper you more," he whispered. 

One by one he took off each article of clothing he was wearing. His cock was hardening again and you wanted more. You couldn't help but reach out to him and grasp it. Aegon let out a ragged breath as you slowly started to work him up to full hardness. He looked so beautiful like this, his eyes locked on yours and his chest picking up speed. He bit back a moan when you brushed the weeping head with your thumb.

"It may be my birthday but that doesn't mean you don't get a present, too." 

You let go of his cock and stripped down for him as slowly as possible. Once you were bare before him you kneeled down in front of him and took his cock in your hand again. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and gave him an innocent smile before giving the head a little lick.

"Fuck, kitten. I'm supposed to -" his words were cut off by a groan as you took all of him into your mouth.

Having him in your mouth was its own kind of heaven. You ran your tongue across the vein before bobbing your head. But it wasn't enough for you. Grabbing his thighs you made him fuck your mouth. 

Aegon's hands pulled your hair out of your face. "Such a good - fuck - kitten for me. So pretty - shit - with my cock in her mouth."

He was hitting the back of your throat but you refused to stop. The saltiness of his precum made you moan, sending vibrations up his cock. His hands tightened in your hair and you knew he was close. You were excited to have him spill in your mouth but he pulled you off before he could finish.

Aegon kneeled down to kiss you before pulling you up and shoving you onto the bed. As he crawled over you he made sure to brush your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted, before attacking you with a deep kiss. His hand brushed over your hardened nipples causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. Just like the rest of him, he tastes like heaven. Aegon eventually pulled away to whisper in your ear.

"If I'm gonna cum tonight it's gonna be inside your pussy. Yes, kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy." You moaned as he nipped at your ear lobe.

"Good girl. But first I need to prepare you. Not that you need it, but I want to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue before you cum on my cock. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Daddy," you breathed out as you closed your eyes.

Aegon slowly made his way down your body, making sure to run a feather light touch over everything. He nestled his face between your legs and looked up at you.

"Open your eyes, my dear. I want you to watch me devour you."

You barely opened your eyes when he pressed an open mouth kiss to your core. He deepened the kiss and probed your center with his tongue. You slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans leaving your body. As soon as you did, though, Aegon pulled away.

"No need for that, kitten. I want to hear every sound you make, you deserve it." He immediately went back to fucking you with his tongue.

You followed his instructions and let out every sound. With every sound he seemed to fuck you even more. Aegon took his tongue out to concentrate on your most sensitive bud. He sucked and teased your clit as he dragged a hand down your body and to your core. You could feel him tease you with the tip of his fingers. Wanting more, needing more, you bucked your hips up in hopes to get him to fuck you. But as soon as you did, Aegon removed himself. 

"No, no, kitten. I said you were going to cum on my tongue, not my fingers." He licked a stripe up your center. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

You whined and nodded your head.

"I have to hear it, babe. Tell me you want to cum by my mouth only."

"I need to cum on your tongue, please Daddy. I'm so close." Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You were desperate for relief.

Aegon wasted no time diving back in. He fucked you with his tongue while one hand toyed with your clit and the other pumped his cock. Your wanton cries filled the room as you bucked your hips again. The coil in your stomach was tightening again. You screamed his name as intense pleasure rocked your body. Everything was so sensitive yet you wanted more.

Aegon gave you no time to recover as he quickly moved up on top of you and sheathing himself to the hilt. You cried his name again as he pulled himself in and out. 

"It's so much, Daddy," you babbled.

"You can give me one more, I know you can," he grunted. He pulled out and rolled you to your stomach. "On your hands and knees, baby. You're doing such a good job for Daddy."

All you could was whimper in response. Aegon slid back inside you and fucked you hard. He ran a hand over your ass before slapping it and leaving a mark. "Fucking love this ass. Love fucking you. You take me so well. I can feel you clenching, kitten. Are you gonna cum?"

You tried your best to respond but you couldn't. 

"Looks like I fucked my kitten dumb." Aegon grabbed you ass and fucked you even harder. "Let go. Soak my cock."

You clenched tight around him, almost pushing him out, but he rode out the orgasm with you. Absolute earth shattering pleasure rocked your body as he spilled himself inside you. 

You both collapsed on the bed breathing hard. Even then he was nestled inside of you. Aegon pressed a kiss to the back of your head before getting up. The loss of him inside you made you feel empty but you were too tired to really notice it.

Aegon came back with a wet towel and gently rolled you over. He ran the towel over you and made sure to be gentle. You flinched when he ran it over your core but he was quick to soothe you. 

Once he cleaned you up he put away the rag and climbed back into bed. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You cuddled into him and let out a deep breath.

"Thank you for the birthday gift, babe," you whispered.

"Of course, anything for you, my dear. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Aeg." 

You pressed a kiss to his chest before falling into a deep slumber.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

One last chapter of 2023! Grateful for this journey and hopefully I'll get fresh ideas for the upcoming chapters🫶🥳

42. Field Day

"Oh, what are you wearing today?" Matt asks as he leans on the threshold of his bathroom, standing half naked, only in his sweats. You look at him in the mirror as you put on your mascara, eyes falling on the bright white bandages. Matt listens to the subtle soft brushing on your eyelashes and a soft smile appears on his lips.

"Uh, nothing special, a skirt, blouse and jacket." You reply, as you fix your pearl necklace that you brought with your fresh clothes to Matt's place last night. You rarely wore pearls, but today seemed like a good day for showing them to the world. By 'world' meaning a tiny interrogation office in the FBI headquarters downtown.

"What color?" He doesn't hesitate to ask, coming next to you.

"Well, my skirt is black, as is my jacket..." Matt touches your clothes, sliding his fingers along the cut of your blouse. From the soft feeling of it - silk. "And what you're touching... Is red." You reply with a deep breath, and your skin gets covered in goosebumps from his delicate touch on the exposed skin of your chest.

His finger hooks up on your pearls, and he tilts his head to the side. "Huh, this wasn't there last night."

You smirk, "A lot wasn't there last night, Murdock."

Matt laughs, burying his face in your chest and kisses just below the necklace. "You better get going, or I'm gonna leave you with nothing on right now."

"Shut up," you laugh, pulling his face away and softly kissing his lips. "Do you want me to change your bandages?" You ask, turning your head to the mirror to watch him engulf you into a hug. His hands were your heaven, and his chest pressed to your body made your heart flutter. Matt shakes his head negative and gives you one last peck.

"Go, kick their asses."

"Yeah, sure, I'll do that." You grab your stuff from the bathroom and drop it into the bag, taking your jacket and your coat with you. "I'll call after the session. Probably. Take care!" You hurry out, suddenly weirded out by the situation. It wasn't weird to spend the night with Matt and tend to his terrible wounds, that were still questionable, and it wasn't weird to leave his apartment with fresh clothes that you've brought last night. On purpose. Yet, it felt weird to have such a domestic interaction with someone after such a long time... Maybe you've forgotten what it was like being in a relationship. Is this what it is? Relationship? With the man you're sharing the office? Anyway, this wasn't important now, not when you were already heading to the building filled with feds.

***

You watch Dex fix his gun in the holster, but quickly it becomes hidden under his jacket. It felt strange to see him in a formal suit rather than a windbreaker, and for some reason it looked as if he actually put effort in dressing up today and styled his hair as well. Is he trying to impress someone in the interrogation room?

"Care to join me for a coffee after the session?" He asks, looking at you intently, waiting for any kind of twitch of muscles in your face, yet you remain standing with your best poker face. "I'm pretty sure that this will take the whole day and more than one break."

"That depends, agent." You blink slowly, "On how frustrated with the FBI I will be."

He smirks, looking down at you - your red silk blouse, oh how he wanted to feel it sliding between his fingers... And your pearls. He didn't notice them yesterday. Or maybe you put them on only for him? Dex was quick to assume the wrong things. Although, he was even quicker to become obsessed with someone new. And currently, your crimson red lipstick was stirring something in him.

"It's strange seeing you without the FBI jacket." You comment, sparing Dex a brief glance but mostly keeping your eyes up front.

"Why?" He asks, pushing his hands into his pockets, and escapes from being caught staring just by pure luck.

"You look... Less of an asshole."

He laughs, this time the sound leaving his chest sounds more genuine. "The nicest thing a lawyer has ever said to me."

"Well, that just proves that others had no chance of winning against the FBI." You shrug, finally noticing the interrogation room, your only salvation.

"And you think you're going to win?" He ridicules, nodding to a nearby standing officer.

"I think luck is on my side today, Agent Poindexter." You step inside first, noticing your client already sitting at the square made of many tables pushed together. The distance between one side and the other were only a few steps, but it was enough to see the opposition's legs under the table. Smart move if you want to know when someone's nervously tapping their legs.

***

The first session went terribly. The FBI obviously worked overnight to gather all the evidence against Michael, and you could only sit there and listen to one of the agents talking. Agent Nadeem, you recalled his name. His soft tone was enough to put someone to sleep, yet you had no time to think about sleep. He asked a couple of questions, including "is this correct information, Mr Teneke?" and "am I right, Mr Teneke?" To which you had to respond, "my client will refrain from answering, Agent."

Dex was staring. A lot. It helped a bit that you and Teneke sat side by side, so he could defend himself and say that he was watching Teneke, not you. The scowl on your face wasn't pretty. No, it made you look older and ruined your soft appearance, it contrasted with your voice. You were gripping the pen tightly, and Dex could only think of how it would feel to have you gripping the collar of his white shirt like that. He was losing his mind, but now he liked being on the opposite side, watching you struggle. Yet, he wanted to sit there close to you, instead of that scumbag thief Teneke. Oh, how he wanted to inhale your perfume, mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes. He hated smokers in general, but for you, he'd make an exception. You cross your legs under the table, and he looks at them lustfully. Oh, how he wanted to grip your thigh and squeeze the flesh until his hand would leave an imprint there forever-

"Dex, are you coming?" Ray asks, tapping Dex on the shoulder.

"Yeah." The latter answers, not particularly happy about his train of thought getting disturbed.

"You should've told me more than what you did in the office." You scold Michael outside in the corridor, crossing your arms.

"I didn't know it was this serious, y/l/n."

You almost grunt out of frustration. "Okay, okay, we can still solve this. We can ask for a review... Tomorrow. I'll have the main points written down today and... We'll get you out."

"We?"

"Yeah... I guess it's time to bring the band back together. I'll just have to make a call... Excuse me." You leave Teneke alone, walking a couple of feet away.

Dex and Ray emerge from the corner, passing by you and Dex overhears your last words, "great, I'll transfer the money as soon as possible. Can this make it to today's issue? Oh, amazing, thank you!" You say to whoever is on the other side and turn around just in time to meet Dex's chest, yet he's quicker and stops you by your shoulders. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you... Agents." You step away from Dex's hands, foreign and cold, looking at Ray.

"Busy day?" Ray smiles kindly. A guy like him didn't belong to the FBI.

"Well, you certainly are not making it easier." You turn on your heel and leave, typing Matt a message.

"You're going to ask for a review, aren't you?" Ray rubs his chin in thought, making your movements come to a halt.

"Is it that obvious?" You scoff slightly, turning back to look at the two men. Dex's eyes feel like lasers piercing through your bones. "Perhaps if you're not asking the FBI for a review, you don't really care about your client. And I care about my clients."

Agent Nadeem smiles, crossing his arms, "hey, didn't you work at Chao's? I think I can certainly recall your face on one of the billboards," he turns to Dex, nudging his arm, "wasn't there some words written?"

You feel your face getting redder with the rising anger; Dex thinks for a second, then his face lights up, "Yeah, something 'Here for your truth. The team of the people.', right?"

"Wait, weren't you the one who got attacked by that freak in a suit?" Nadeem chimes in, and you scrunch your nose in the disgust of the memories.

"Today isn't about me, gentlemen, now if you'll excuse me, I must speak with my client." You make your way to Teneke, exhaling with a relief when Ray and Dex disappear from the corridor.

"Bad news?" Teneke asks, thinking that agents told you something about him, but you shake your head.

"No, don't worry. Come on, we'll have to work on something for today so they won't eat you alive."

***

"Matt, I don't know, the feds want to pin everything on him, but I know that he was just frightened by the Russians and had to help them launder the money." You slump in Matt's chair, and look at him sitting in yours, wearing a black hoodie and tracksuit trousers. He was gripping his folded walking stick in his hands tightly, listening to every word you've read and said about the case. Your voice was calm and slightly hoarse since yesterday...when you were screaming his name into the back of your hand...

Matt shakes his head, shaking the dirty thoughts away. "I don't know, there are no documents to prove his innocence, the Russians must've threatened him verbally."

"Well, the Jury isn't going to believe him, because no one fucking talks about the Russians out loud. We could try-" you get interrupted by the sound of the swinging front door of Nelson and Murdock.

"What the hell, y/n? Is this your-" Foggy barges inside, holding a wet newspaper in his hand, and stops in front of your office when he notices that you're not alone.

Matt shifts in the chair uncomfortably, furrowing his eyebrows. You lean back in Matt's chair, folding your arms on your knee. "Good evening to you too, Foggy."

"What is the meaning of this?" He waves the newspaper in the air again, then drops it on your case documents, surely making them wet. You don't move a muscle, casting one look at the open page. 'Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law are offering justice at an affordable price? We guarantee you a fair and safe deal?'

"It sounds nice, doesn't it?" You smile slightly, proud of your work. "Would be good to hang that sign outside, don't you think?"

"Y/n, I don't know what do you think you're doing here but I will not step in here when this liar is in the same building." Foggy bites, giving Matt a pained look.

Matt jumps from his seat, "You say that again-"

"Hey!" You raise your voice slightly, standing up as well. "I don't care about what happened between the two of you, but we have work to do. And will continue to get more, but now I need your help with my case. So if you could make truce for this one evening, I will... Gladly accept your help." You finish awkwardly, slumping back in the chair.

Foggy hesitates to say anything, instead, Matt begins, "I didn't know it was her plan to get us here tonight. Clever move." Your lips slightly twitch, but you don't smile, not yet. "But if you want me to stay... You're gonna tell Foggy what you told me yesterday. About Fisk." You open your mouth to object, but Matt beats you to it, "Every detail."

"Fine. Take a seat."

***

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" You say, walking side by side with Matt to your car. The rain has stopped long time ago, the city was quiet and empty. After all, it was past 2 AM. You glance at Matt and pull out a cigarette.

"Maybe." He responds, but then sighs loudly. "I understand your intentions... But I don't think I'm ready to go back to work... With Foggy."

"You know, Foggy will come around. I'm like a 90 percent sure you will too." You puff out a cloud of smoke. "You two can't be separated for long."

Matt smiles slightly, then touches your shoulder, "I have to go. Good luck tomorrow... Today I mean, it's already after midnight."

"I'll see you, yeah?" You close your eyes when his hand gently squeezes you.

"Yeah." He whispers and pulls away, disappearing into the night.

"Yeah, he's not going to forgive that one." You scoff to yourself and get in your car, driving home.

[lysarria]

This is an idea I had a while back but I didn't go for it. I've been working on a 2 part Sy fic and then my lovely friend @mayloma wrote about Trainer!Sy and it sparked up this idea again and I decided to just go for it. Sorry in advance for typos 🤪. I'm still new to writing but I enjoy it a lot. Thank you for reading 🥰🤗

Warnings: 18+, cussing, sexual thoughts, sexual talk, hot and horny Sy 🥵

Word count: 904

A change in plans

I rushed back to my desk after the work meeting had ended and it went way past the allotted time of 4:30 p.m. I looked at the time on my laptop before it shut down - 5:25pm. Fuck! I had no way of letting Sy know during the meeting that it looked like it would be going over. Damnit. I quickly grabbed my phone and purse and ran out of the building. Tapping my phone screen but no response... I pushed the power button... nothing. Are you fucking serious? My phone battery is dead? I had such a busy day at work I barely used it. I thought I had charged it. What else will happen? I unlocked my car and plopped into the driver seat and tossed my purse onto the passenger seat. I reached for my charger cord and notice it's missing. Why ?!!! Fucckk! Sy is probably worried about me and I have no way to charge my phone to call him. I remember I had left my charger in his truck from our random day trip we took last weekend. During the drive home I had many thoughts in my head. Sy knows that sometimes my meetings can go over but also those times I had a charged phone and could communicate with him.

I had reached our driveway. His truck is in the driveway. As I am getting closer to our house I notice Sy standing outside all dressed up. His hair is styled. Beard is shaped up. He looks so incredibly handsome. Oh fuck....he wanted to take me out on a Friday night date to a restaurant that's out on the river with a beautiful outdoors seating setup.

I pull up next to his truck and as I am getting out he leans up against the sliding glass doors, crossing his arms and stares at me.

Me: Bear, I'm so so so sorry. My meeting went past time and I had no way to tell you. I was going to call you otw to my car and my phone battery had died and then discovered I forgot my car charger in your truck.....

*looking back at his truck and then turning to look back at Sy*

I really am sorry. I've not had much luck this evening it seems. I slowly begin to walk towards Sy and I can smell the sandalwood cologne that I had bought for him. This man sends me into overdrive so easily.

Sy - *continues to stare* I was gettin' pretty worried about ya Sug. I sent ya some texts and then I called but went straight to voicemail. I am glad you are home safe. I was giving ya a bit more time to get home before I went to check on ya. I was excited to take ya out tonight for a date but I've made a change in our plans....

Me - *walking closer to Sy* We can still go! Give me a few minutes to freshen up. It's not too late to go. *I reach for him and he steps back and I felt my heart sink and then I was concerned. Trying to not let tears form*

Sy - tsk tsk. I said I made a change in our plans for this evening. You've been a naughty girl today. You didn't charge your phone last night. You forgot your charger in my truck. You wore those sexy dress pants today that hug your ass so perfectly and then you had to wear that peach color tank top that looks so good with your skin color. Ya might have been at work all day but seeing ya wearing that outfit this morning....ya know it's one of my favorites and watching your cute self getting ready to leave for work and then ya kiss me and you had on that sweet tasting lipgloss...ya don't realize how close I was to telling you to call into work so I could keep ya all to myself today. I've almost gone crazy today with thoughts about ya and how eager I was for ya to come home, baby.

Me - *I notice that he isn't mad. Nope...that's not mad. The way he's breathing. Watching his chest go up and down. That look in his eyes. I looked down slightly and noticed the huge buldge in his pants and my eyes widen and feel my cheeks get warm. I quickly snapped my eyes back to Sy and I feel my heart rate speed up.*

I want to make it all up to you my bear and show you I'm sorry.

Sy - Don't ya worry sugababy. I've already thought up a few ideas on how ya can make up for being so naughty today *grins and winks* and each idea will have you moaning my name over and over.

Me - *Staring at this hunk of a man and inhaling the scent of his cologne and feeling my body start to shake from being turned on*

I love you, Sy.

Sy quickly approaches me and picks me up and puts me over his shoulder and smacks my ass a couple of times as he takes me into the house and I can't help but giggle and feeling excited for these new plans that he made.

Sy - my naughty girl is giggling right now but those giggles will soon turn into heavy breathing and moans. I love you too, Sugababy.

[overalls4all]

Pedro had slowly adjusted to his new life as a uniformed sewer worker. He no longer drives luxury cars or wears designer suits. He had even resigned himself to wearing his uniform coveralls while off-shift. Today Pedro was on his way to the garage where his expensive cars were being held while he was assigned to manual labor; by law he was not able to use luxuries while on assignment, but he wanted to check in.

"Pedro? Is that you?" said a voice from behind Pedro.

Pedro turned and saw Samuel, his college roommate. Samuel was dressed in bright red coveralls with a yellow hi-vis vest that read "Maintenance" on the back. His once long, styled hair had been shaved bald, but Pedro still recognized him.

"Samuel, you've been assigned too?"

'That's right man! I'm a city maintenance worker now. I help keep these streets clean. It may not pay much, but it's much more rewarding than working in sales," replied Samuel with a smile. His pride in his work and uniform were very apparent, especially compared to Pedro.

"Man, I wish I was as happy as you to be assigned."

"You'll get there one day, Pedro! Just keep working hard and wearing your uniform coveralls!"

Pedro thanked him for the kind words and sighed. Maybe one day I will love this, but that's not today.

Pedro arrived at the garage. The men inside were a couple of young studs wearing matching navy blue coveralls with the garage logo on the back. They wore name patches that read Amir and Tristan.

"Looks like the sewer boy is here," said Amir to his coworker.

"Why don't you change into something less stinky. You reek man," said Tristan as he approached Pedro and smelled the pit of his coveralls.

Pedro shuddered as Amir stood up and joined in smelling his other armpit. He couldn't help notice that the mechanics were rubbing the crotches of their coveralls. They began unzipping Pedro's coveralls, while he stood there helpless.

As the young mechanics sniffed and snorted his armpits, they both suddenly convulsed and groaned. Pedro noticed wet spots on their coveralls as both men kissed his pits one last time.

"I think it's time you left boy," said Amir, "But we'll leave you something to remember us by."

Amir grabbed an extra pair of mechanic's coveralls off the wall and made Pedro put it on. Pedro was now dressed identically to the men who just got off on smelling his pits.

"And don't forget your uniform, sewer boy," said Tristan, throwing Pedro's original uniform at him. Pedro zipped his sewer uniform over his mechanic coveralls. The mechanics took one last laugh at Pedro as he walked away looking bulky in his two pairs of coveralls.

Something shifted inside Pedro. He had just been humiliated and dominated by those young guys. He stood there helpless and powerless as they undressed and dressed him as they saw fit. He used to a powerful lawyer who called the shots. Now he wore two pair of coveralls that stank. Maybe this is who we really was.

As he walked to the sewer plant, Pedro began to laugh so much he cried. My whole life was a lie before, this is who I am! Pedro smiled with tears in his eyes and rubbed his hands all over his twice-covered body.

"I love coveralls!"

[donotaskwhyiamhere]

ACE X MALE DOLL READER Part 2 (part 1)

Warning: My bad spelling, sexual actions implied and it's boring

It was a nice day on the Moby Dick ship. The weather was warm, the waves clam and there was little work to do on the ship. Marco was sitting on the railings of the ship enjoying the weather. He was enjoying the ocean view until he saw something in the distance, It seemed to be a sunken ship. "What's up Marco" asked Izou "I think I see a sunken ship, I'm going to check it out - yoi" He says as he changes into his Phoenix form and makes his way to the ship. It seemed to have been raided and shot down. He couldn't see anything of value or people but then he saw someone on a small part of the ship that was still floating. He made his way down and checked on the person. He turned them over and was entranced by the young man. He had short/long (h/c) hair and wore beautiful clothes, his features are soft and he looked like a doll. Marco checked to feel if his heart was beating and it was, it wasn't too weak. He picked up the young man and carried him back to the ship, he stopped near Pops who noticed the man in his arms. "Who do you have there Marco?" asked Pops "Not sure myself Pops, found him by that sunken ship - yoi" Pops leaned down to get a closer look at the boy Marco held in his arms, he seemed familiar but couldn't put his finger on it. "Marco, Pops what you two talking about" Asked Ace as he, Thatch, Izou and Haruta make their way down the stairs. "Found someone by the sunken ship -yoi" Marco answered as he turn around to face them. Everyone looked at the person passed out in his arms. After a moment Ace stopped in his tracks, slowly recognizing the young male. He jogged closer to get a better look and sure enough it was him. His face lit up, which Marco and Pops noticed "You know him?" Asked Pops "Ya! This is Dolly, I knew him when I was little, I was wondering where he was-" Ace stopped talking as he realized that his was 'passed out' in Marco's arms "Wait what happened is he ok!" "Ya, his ok-yoi" Marco said calming Ace down "He just passed out and is a little cold, if we warm him up he should be fine, and I'll check for other injuries- yoi" Before anyone else could speak, the boys eyes shoot open and he jumped out of Marco's arms and backed away from them, startling them. His steps were unstable and it was clear that his was dizzy. He was able to stand still and took a defenses stans trying to focus on what was happening around him. Ace was the first one to react "Hey Dolly, calm down, it me Ace" Ace could see that his body was shaking, he breathing was uneven and he couldn't focus his eyes, he turned his head towards Ace "Ace?" He said weakly before passing out again. Ace caught him and picked him up bridal style. "He must still be shaking up about the attack on their ship" said Izou. Pops hummed "Go take care of him Marco and Ace keep an eye on the lad" "Will do Pops" said Marco as he made his way to the midbay room with Ace behind him.

Your head ached as you woke up in a unknown room. "Hey Dolly" You quickly looks to the person next to you. "Remember me, Ace" He said with a big smile and pointed at himself. You slowly remembered yesterday's events before speaking "Ace? Yes, of course I remember you, but where am I?" "Your on the Moby Dick, the whitebeard pirates ship, Marco found you at a ship wreck and brought you here" You look around the room and noticed you were in some kind of midbay "I see" You looked at Ace and gave him a soft sweet smile "Thank you for looking after me Ace, even now your still looking out me" Ace cheeks turn red as he rubbed behind his neck "Ya, of course Dolly, we're friends aren't we" You nod your head happy to see him again after all these years, you take a moment to check him out look at how much he has changed. He was still as cute as you had remembered but you couldn't deny that he was most definitely hot. "You've most certainly become a handsome man over the years, I am happy to see you in good condition" Ace chuckled at your compliment "I believe I can say the same to you Dolly" You both turned your attention to the door opening and Marco walking in "Glad to see you wake-yoi" "This is Marco, the one that found you" Ace introduced him "Hello and thank you for taking care of me, my name is (Y/N) it's a pleasure to meet you" "It nice meeting ya too-yoi"

After the introductions and meeting the others, whitebeard had aloud you to stay on the ship until you got on your feet, of course you were placed under the care of Ace. Almost everyone was fascinated by your looks and some even believed that you really were a walking doll. You told them about all the places you've been and the letters you wrote for people, some of them even cried as you told them about some of the letter you've wrote. Days went by and some of them had actually asked you to write a letter for them to give to their families or friends that they are unable to see. You had agreed and promised to deliver them safely when the time comes for you to leave. Everyone saw you as family but Ace wasn't sure what you were to him, calling you brother didn't feel right, nor did calling you a friend. He eventually after some help from his brothers he understood that he had a crush on you. It took so time came to terms with that but he accepted his feelings but was afraid you wouldn't accept them.

It was the middle of the night and you were sitting on the railings of the ship, enjoy the air and night sky. You didn't want to sleep, the thoughts of leaving when you got to the next island made you sad? Lonely? You couldn't put a word on it, but you know for sure that you were going to miss Ace the most. You don't know what to call it, but you know you don't want leave his side, the mere thought of leaving him behind pulled at your heart strings. "Hey Dolly, what you doing up so late?" Ace asked leaning next to you "I was thinking about how I was leaving when we arrive at the next island" you said "oh" Ace said with a tone of sadness. "But, I do not wish to leave everyone behind" you continued "I do not wish... to leave you behind" Ace looked at you with some kind of hope in his eyes. "But I promised to deliver these letters" "You can always come back, after you deliver them" Ace said with some desperation "Yes, I think I will" you said with a smile. You stood in front of Ace looking him in his eyes and he looked at yours, the soft wind blowing past giving you chills. Ace pulled you in for a hug, he was warm. Moments go by and the word you were looking for before had finally crossed your mind "Ace" He hummed in response "I love you" Ace felt like the world had stopped, you love him? His shock expression made you worry, perhaps he does not feel the same? Ace snapped out of it and smiled at you, he felt as if he could cry "I love you too" You cuped his face and gave him a kiss which he deepened. You arms went around his neck and his around your waist. Slowly his body pinned you against the ship railings. Your hands sliding down his neck and stopping on his chest. His hands went under your shirt and up your back. "You have a room to yourself Ace-yoi" you both break the kiss to see Marco standing behind Ace with glass of water "Happy for you though-yoi" He said walking off to somewhere else. You could see Ace's cheeks turning red, you knew Marco was going to tell the others of what he had saw. You giggled and Ace had looked at you as he has never heard you giggle before. He smiled at you and huged you close. "Promise me you'll come back as soon as you can after your done?" He asked "I promise, Ace"

[unnamedpheonix]

I know it's been a long time since I've posted but I've been working on improving my writing style so I hope this goes well! Enjoy!

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange glow across the beach as Jack and Felix walked along the shoreline. The air was filled with the sound of crashing waves and the occasional laughter of beachgoers enjoying the last rays of the day. Jack was in good spirits, feeling the sand between his toes and the cool breeze on his skin. Felix, on the other hand, seemed to be in his element, eyes constantly scanning the beach for anyone interesting to check out.

As they walked, Jack noticed a familiar figure up ahead, shirtless and wearing a pair of athletic shorts. The guy was facing the water, his back to them, and he was messing around with a volleyball, occasionally tossing it into the air and spiking it down into the sand.

"Hey, check out that guy," Felix said, nudging Jack and gesturing towards the figure. "Damn, look at those shoulders. He's built."

Jack smirked, already knowing who it was. "Yeah, he's got a nice build.

Felix continued, clearly not realizing who he was talking about. "Seriously, though, how does someone get those abs? I mean, I'm not into him or anything, but you gotta appreciate the work that goes into looking that good."

Jack chuckled, knowing Felix was going to feel pretty silly in a moment. "Yeh think so?"

"Yeah, for sure," Felix went on, oblivious. "If I had a body like that, I'd never wear a shirt."

Jack was trying to hold back his laughter as they got closer. Felix was practically drooling over Mark, completely unaware that the guy he was admiring was their best friend. Just as they were within earshot, the figure turned around, and Jack couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing, doubling over as Felix's expression went from admiration to pure, mortified shock.

"M-M-Mark?" Felix stammered, his face turning bright red as he realized who he'd been ogling. "Oh my God, no way..."

Mark raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by the sudden outburst. "What's going on?" He asked, glancing between Jack and Felix.

Jack couldn't stop laughing, clutching his sides as he tried to catch his breath. "Felix...Felix didn't realize it was you," Jack managed to say, pointing at Felix, who looked like he wanted to disappear into the sand.

Mark looked at Felix, then at Jack, slowly putting the pieces together. "Wait, what?"

Felix's face was now a deep shade of crimson. "Nothing! It's nothing. Jack is just being an idiot," he blurted out, trying to cover his embarrassment. He shot Jack a pleading look. "Please, don't...don't say anything."

Jack, still grinning, patted Felix on the back, clearly enjoying the situation. "Come on, Felix, you should've seen yer face! But don't worry, I won't tell him whatcha said."

Mark, still clueless about what happened, frowned slightly. "Tell me what?"

"Nothing important." Felix said quickly, waving it off and desperately trying to change the subject. "So, uh, Mark, you've been working out, huh? Looking good, man."

Mark nodded, though he still looked suspicious. "Yeah, just getting back into volleyball. Thanks, I guess?"

Jack could see that Felix was dying inside, and it only made him laugh harder. "Don't worry, Mark, it's all good. Nate's just... appreciatin' your hard work is all."

Felix shot Jack a look that clearly said, please, shut up.

Mark, finally starting to piece it together, raised an eyebrow and looked back at Felix, a smirk forming on his lips. "Appreciating, huh?"

Felix groaned, trying to bury his face in his hands. "I'm gonna kill you, Jack."

Jack couldn't help but laugh again. "Hey, don't be mad at me! I didn't say anythin'. Yer the one who was checkin' him out."

Mark chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You were checking me out, Felix?"

Felix's face was practically on fire at this point. "It's not like that! I just...didn't recognize you, okay? I thought you were some random guy."

Mark laughed, clearly enjoying Felix's discomfort. "Relax, man, I'm just messing with you. But thanks, I guess. Good to know all this work is paying off."

Jack patted Felix on the back again, this time more sympathetically. "Don't worry, Felix, I'm sure Mark's flattered."

Felix groaned again, shaking his head. "You're the worst, Jack. The absolute worst."

Jack just grinned, still amused by the whole situation. "Come on, let's just enjoy the beach. I promise I won't say anything else."

I thought this was so cute. Like I don't ship Mark and Felix, but I do like the idea that Felix is the bi best friend and so when this happens I just thought it was hilarious.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Bases Loaded

No I will not go one step further until we address this. Gnawing a tree down into a big baseball bat is one thing, I can understand that. The hair aviator goggles were pretty believable. Did...did this mofo just conjure paint and a batter's helmet? This is seriously the strangest G5 bit by far and that's saying something when we also had:

Getting the cuffs smacked off is my favorite touch. The baseball gag though, it's so funny and I love it but it really does feel like a new level of cartoon silliness. Trivia time! Where else have we seen a baseball theme? Baroque Works, Mr. 4 & Mr. 9. And I can't help but notice the more cartoon art style is leaking. The demon Gorosei are evil looking but it's still a very flowy family of designs. The giants do too, lighter and sillier. Even get some weird stuff like an almost Dutch Angle shot as they're running away. Noticed last night the anime is getting in on this too. It slowly escalated throughout manga Egghead, so if we're doing stuff like introducing sparkly transitions now I'm curious what Toei does with this leg of the arc.

For all that weirdness around the main scene though I don't want to miss this. Because it was subtle but if you've been following along you'll probably recognize the core thread. Jinbei arrives, Zoro has won but is wasting time because Lucci stayed on his feet. So Jinbei smacks the shit out of him. It's hilarious but he knocks Lucci right to someone he can report to. We saw this type of thing in the Onigashima Raid. It was nice to let Jinbei have his time to shine early in the arc and he was solid for going to grab Zoro...but it's kinda like Nami and Luffy. You can't quite reign him in. Think like Usopp making shoddy repairs until we got a proper Shipwright.

That's the type of thing I see as justifying the final role of a Quartermaster regardless of who it may be. It rings hard when it's Jinbei coming up short. But he is just the Helmsman. Like the other adults his arc should be lightening up. One of those big reasons Kiku at least works as a template is because there's someone who'd make sense to find freedom in being more of a fussy tightass.

Oh huh? Never mind all that...Robonosuke. This dude is huge! Like, my goodness I knew he was big but this mecha monstrosity looks primed to wreck shit. Good cliffhanger. Ready to see what he does. Sad we're going to have to wait a bit but I've gotten used to it.

All this though, it leaves us in familiar territory for Egghead. Feels like we just escalated again while still not changing the core issues. The Straw Hats are roped into stuff that doesn't concern them, they're taking their eyes off the ball, being a little too loose and carefree is causing all this to spiral. Definitely have to prepare ourselves for the real possibility we come back and launch into another cutaway segment. But we'll have a few weeks to chat about that sort of thing.

[earlgreytea68]

Oh! On the topic of Soul Punk, I know you've frequently mentioned the convergence, well maybe that's not the right word, but the tinges of Pete's lyrical style that bleeds into Patrick's lyrics, turns of phrases and whatnot. I've been listening to Soul Punk this past week and one of the lyrics from Saturday night again jumped out at me as very similar to some in Just One Yesterday that I hadn't previously noticed.

There ain't heaven here to rain on this parade (saturday night again) If heaven's grief brings hell's rain (just one yesterday) I feel like the way the two lyrics are used in their respective songs is pretty different, but there's definitely a thread connecting them that I can't quite put my finger on. It's almost like Pete's writing takes the concept and turns it around a little bit. There's more of a personification in the way Pete's written it, using the possession of heaven's grief and hell's rain (a very Pete thing to do). Whereas Patrick's writing, feels much more....narrative/descriptive and he uses the lyric to set the scene for the song.

I'm sure there's also something to be said here too for Pete's penchant for using religious themes/narratives but I'll leave that alone.

Going back to the Pete's influence on Patrick's lyrics, it makes it more interesting that Just One Yesterday was obviously written after Soul Punk. Which of course then makes me think of the famously debated quote from Patrick about having more of a hand in the lyrics for SR&R. Maybe there is a little more Patrick influence in there, or perhaps Pete picking up phrasing he liked from Soul Punk?

As always thanks for entertaining my random musings.

I love this because I've always thought about Patrick saying he wrote more of the lyrics than usual for SRAR and how it was probably left over from his solo habits and then he slowly let Pete take over more and more of the word duties until it was all Pete again. (I think this is how Patrick prefers it, that Pete sends him words and he rides the inspiration of them, and I think he no longer changes them much or adds his own because he's learned not to bother fighting with Pete over them lol)

BUT. This ask really raised the possibility for me that maybe Pete also learned something from Patrick's lyrics and saved some turns of phrase to use later. I really love that idea, that as usual these two are so symbiotically intertwined that you cannot separate them from each other, you cannot tell where one ends and the other begins. Maybe Pete was actually editing Patrick's words, and this was where they ended up.

Who knows??? In fact, I bet even they don't remember anymore.

[gotham-daydreams]

Not sure how to word this adequately so I’ll just go for it. It feels like music is important to the reader as they are a musician. When I was younger my bio family made me play piano as it was classy instead of drums which they dubbed “too punk”. Of course now that I’m older and more free I turned back to drums and am a full metalhead. I like to imagine that once the batfam visits the reader they’ll be a little more free to do as they like, so I keep telling myself the reader won’t look the same at all, full on metalhead or punk. Like all those music posters when the reader was young was probably less thrash and more school appropriate. But now they’d just sitting there with corpse paint. Or something else that’s equally flashy. I like to think the family is just in utter shock, the difference between the more neat and classy child vs the reader now, with flashy hairstyles/ clothes and makeup. Maybe the reader is still writing songs but it’s all metal and their friends are not in a band with them. This is just a self indulgent headcanon because my closest friends introduced me to metal (once I immigrated to this country) and it felt weirdly liberating. Now whenever I visit my family in my home country they’re always in shock at how much I’ve changed. I like to think it’ll be the same with the Batfamily.

I honestly really like this interpretation! And love it a lot!

Whereas I can't say that the reader will turn full metal as I'd like to leave which style and such they're going for now up in the air, and leave that for you and others to decide, I can say that they will look different, as you've mentioned!

I won't press on it too hard in Part 3 but it is still noticeable, I'd say, and I will likely mention it but again- won't press to hard on it only because of what Part 3 really focuses on. Or! Maybe I will a little bit because of what part 3 is really talking about, or trying to further convey.

Regardless, I am very happy for you! The headcanon is very lovely <3

Oh! Right! I will also say that music does really play a huge part to the reader, and it is very important to them. Like others — fellow artists or not — it has gotten them through tough times, and while they did feel obligated to pick up certain instruments, others were purely for their own enjoyment. They find freedom in playing, but it also leads them to a new world - maybe even a better one that they're slowly pulled out of as the song comes to and end.

Again, I'm going to leave the style and specific genre up to interpretation, and honestly from now on might try to be more vague with the instruments the reader plays at certain instances, so that it can be easier for you and others to picture the reader playing whatever you think would fit the scenario.

Though as you've also said, I can say that the Batfam will be in shock, but I suppose that's already expected since, in the narrative, they no little about the reader as a whole, y'know? So just about anything will surprise them, but that's not necessarily a bad thing from the reader's side. Just a further wake up call, I suppose :]

Nevertheless, thank you very much for sharing your interpretation! I find it very touching and I appreciate it a lot. It's really cool, honestly!