#initial stud earring

[ruffalomark]

Our Initial Jewelry Collection has a great selection of rings, necklaces, charms, and more. So, you’ll have plenty of options to find the perfect gift for anyone.

[beakerhoneydew]

Using my office job powers for evil (scheduling a piercing appointment on Labor Day cause I get it off)

[thejewelryhut]

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[shemesh-diamonds]

Buying Diamond Stud Earrings at Shemesh Diamonds: A Guide to Sparkle and Style

Diamond stud earrings are a timeless and versatile accessory, adding a touch of elegance to any outfit. From everyday wear to special occasions, their understated brilliance complements every style. Whether you're treating yourself or searching for the perfect gift, buying diamond stud earrings can be a rewarding experience. At Shemesh Diamonds, we offer a stunning collection of diamond studs, catering to various budgets and preferences. This guide will walk you through the key factors to consider when purchasing diamond stud earrings, ensuring you find the perfect pair to cherish for years to come. Perhaps you're also thinking about a future Engagement Ring Budget and want to understand diamond quality beforehand. This article will give you some valuable insight.

Understanding Diamond Quality: The 4Cs and Beyond

Just like diamonds used in engagement rings, the quality of diamond stud earrings is primarily judged by the 4Cs: Cut, Color, Clarity, and Carat. Understanding these characteristics will empower you to make an informed decision.

Cut: The cut of a diamond refers to its proportions, symmetry, and polish. A well-cut diamond reflects light beautifully, maximizing its brilliance and fire. For stud earrings, look for diamonds with excellent or very good cuts, as this will significantly impact their sparkle.

Color: Diamonds are graded on a color scale from D (colorless) to Z (light yellow or brown). For diamond stud earrings, near-colorless (G-J) diamonds offer excellent value, as any slight tint is often less noticeable in smaller stones. However, if you desire a truly colorless look, opt for diamonds in the D-F range.

Clarity: Clarity refers to the absence of inclusions (internal imperfections) and blemishes (surface imperfections). While flawless diamonds are rare and expensive, for stud earrings, clarity grades of SI1 or SI2 offer a good balance of beauty and affordability. Inclusions at this level are often not visible to the naked eye.

Carat: Carat measures a diamond's weight, not its size. For diamond stud earrings, the carat weight refers to the combined weight of both diamonds. Consider the overall look you desire. Smaller studs offer a subtle elegance, while larger studs make a bolder statement.

Setting the Stage: Choosing the Right Setting

The setting plays a crucial role in the overall look and security of your diamond stud earrings. Several options are available, each with its own advantages:

Prong Setting: A classic and popular choice, prong settings typically feature three or four prongs that hold the diamond securely in place. This setting allows maximum light to reach the diamond, enhancing its brilliance.

Bezel Setting: A bezel setting encircles the diamond with a thin metal rim, providing a sleek and modern look. This setting offers excellent protection for the diamond and is a good choice for active lifestyles.

Basket Setting: Similar to a prong setting, a basket setting features a small "basket" of metal that supports the diamond from below. This provides added security and can enhance the diamond's perceived size.

Martini Setting: A martini setting uses three prongs that converge at a point, resembling the shape of a martini glass. This setting sits closer to the ear and offers a minimalist look.

Metal Matters: Selecting the Perfect Metal

The choice of metal for your diamond stud earrings can impact their overall aesthetic and durability. Common options include:

Platinum: A precious metal known for its strength, durability, and hypoallergenic properties. Platinum is a popular choice for those with sensitive skin.

White Gold: A classic and affordable option, white gold offers a bright, white finish that complements diamonds beautifully. It requires occasional rhodium plating to maintain its whiteness.

Yellow Gold: A traditional and warm-toned metal, yellow gold adds a touch of richness to diamond stud earrings.

Rose Gold: A romantic and trendy metal, rose gold offers a soft pink hue that complements diamonds with a slightly warmer tone.

Size and Style: Finding Your Perfect Fit

Diamond stud earrings come in a variety of sizes and styles. Consider your personal preference and lifestyle when making your selection. Smaller studs are ideal for everyday wear, while larger studs can make a statement for special occasions. If you're looking for something more unique, consider exploring Initial Diamond Earrings. These personalized pieces add a touch of individuality and make a thoughtful gift.

Budgeting for Brilliance: Finding Value at Shemesh Diamonds

At Shemesh Diamonds, we understand that budget is an important consideration. We offer a wide range of diamond stud earrings to suit every price point. Our knowledgeable staff can guide you through the selection process, helping you find the perfect balance of quality and value. Remember, understanding the 4Cs and exploring different settings and metals can help you maximize your budget. Perhaps this purchase is a prelude to a bigger one; understanding diamond quality now can certainly help when you start thinking about an Engagement Ring Budget later on.

The Shemesh Diamonds Difference: Quality and Expertise

At Shemesh Diamonds, we are committed to providing exceptional quality and service. Our diamonds are ethically sourced and meticulously crafted to ensure lasting brilliance. Our experienced consultants are passionate about helping you find the perfect pair of diamond stud earrings that will be cherished for a lifetime. We are dedicated to providing a personalized and informative shopping experience, ensuring you feel confident and satisfied with your purchase.

Beyond the Basics: Caring for Your Diamond Stud Earrings

Proper care is essential to maintain the sparkle and beauty of your diamond stud earrings. Regular cleaning with a mild soap solution and a soft brush will help remove dirt and grime. It's also recommended to have your earrings professionally inspected and cleaned periodically.

Buying diamond stud earrings is an investment in timeless elegance. By understanding the key factors discussed in this guide and exploring the stunning collection at Shemesh Diamonds, you can find the perfect pair to complement your style and sparkle for years to come.

[fadedtoneverland]

[12:24am] silver & sin | j.wy

cw: smut, gn!reader, bad boy!wooyoung, dom!wooyoung, wooyo has a dick piercing, woo is reckless & pushing reader’s patience

this filth came into my mind out of nowhere. remember to listen to your partner’s concerns, this is strictly fantasy!!

thinking about bad boy wooyoung… who is a little too reckless for his own good. when going into the relationship with him, you knew your life was about to make such an interesting turn.

it’s not like you could talk wooyoung out of most of the dumb shit he’s done, and you didn’t really mind that much as long as he didn’t get hurt too much. that’s what drew you to this enigma of a man in the first place.

sneaking down in the abandoned subway to spray paint some anti-capitalist mural? hell yeah. getting high off of shitty marijuana to make out in his jet black honda civic? absolutely. as long as he didn’t get hurt.

which is why you were completely against the idea of him getting his dick pierced.

your man’s already got that sexy lip ring and seductive ear studs. but down there? baby, his cock was sculpted by the gods so good, that they probably nutted from their own creation. he didn’t need anymore modifications.

“but babeeee, it would feel so good!” is what he said. you can’t lie, that sounded a little tempting.

you almost caved too. seeing your normally stoic, cold-faced boyfriend, practically groveling at your knees because he wanted to stab an extra piece of silver through his baby maker, it kinda amused you.

but you were better than that, that’s what you told yourself. you didn’t want wooyoung to deal with the healing process, and the possible infections that came with it. even though this little punk pouted, he listened to you. he didn’t want to upset his lover after all.

though after that, you guys stopped having sex for weeks.

at first, you didn’t think much of it. wooyoung claimed he was busy with planning events with his usual gang. you didn’t pry too much into it, considering you know how outgoing your man is. plus, you were also occupied with your own plans.

still, the moment wooyoung initiated some fun activities with you through neck kisses, how could you say no?

it was steamy. spicy. just the way you liked it. you both were getting soooo into it. you were all over wooyoung, straddling his lap and kissing him like crazy. he teased you for being so needy, but can he blame you? you practically went months without him inside you.

he made you keep your eyes on him the entire time, said it was for the mood. you didn’t second guess it, just gazed into those seductive, onyx eyes while he undid his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his aching erection.

“come sit on my cock, baby,” he sighed breathlessly, like he’d die without you getting fucked by him. you complied, kept your eyes on him the entire time while you sank down onto his perfect, thick cock.

only… something felt a little different this time.

as you slowly rocked your hips, little puffs of air leaving your kiss swollen lips, you couldn’t ignore the little, metallic sensation that dragged inside your inner walls. you frowned a little, and wooyoung seemed to notice, judging by how he chuckled deeply at your face.

“mmmh, took ya long enough to notice, honey.” wooyoung slurred out lustfully, bucking his hips upwards to make sure you really felt it.

you froze.

“you got your dick pierced??” you hashed out, voice strained from disbelief and pure pleasure. wooyoung’s smirk widened. the little shit.

“guilty as charged.” he smugly said, hands gripping your hips tighter.

“so this is why you’ve been putting off having sex? because you were letting it heal-!?” you choked up, feeling the prince albert drag sinfully across your velvety walls. “you— you’re fucking insane-!”

thrust.

you moaned. long and loud. that felt way too fucking good.

a triumphant smirk made its way to wooyoung’s face. “what’s the matter, doll face?” he teased, fucking into you from below.

“don’t like it?”

you glared down at him, trying to save face while getting absolutely destroyed by his cock and new silver jewelry. you can’t believe it, this fucker ignored your warnings and got the one thing you told him not to.

and the worst part? he’s fucking winning, because your hole just keeps clenching around his shaft so tightly every time the piercing brushes against that sweet spot.

wooyoung groaned loudly.

“damn, baby. you’re so fuckin’ tight—“ he moaned, shamelessly loud. “mmmnghh… might have to get m’nother one if you’re gonna be this responsive..”

and fuck. a sick little part of you hopes he does.

because this sensation was just too good to let go.

—

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[alanisstonedd]

okay bluecollar!rafe but yall. can we make it MARINE!RAFE?? or more specifically MARSOC!rafe* who works for ward at cameron construction co. on leave?? like hello i need him bad guys.

cw: MDNI smut, cursing, stuff in public, food play, cum eating, military stuff, ass play, manhandling, 1 mention of fighting, recording

*marsoc: Marine Forces Special Operations Command - basically what COD men do

like he starts off as a standard private officer after enlisting when you guys graduate high school. he works his way up from private to corporal to sergeant major, and then eventually to captain, colonel, then general. i mean hes fucking unstoppable, hes blowing thru these ranks like nobodys fuckin business, and he not stopping anytime soon baby he in his primeeee.

he moves on to MARSOC and leads a small team on SPEC-OP missions in like borneo. hes literally the best of the best. his full file is like 4 pounds, full of successful recon missions, confirmed kills, successful captures of enemy targets, accurate tracking efforts, successful counterterrorism efforts, successful hostage rescue and successful direct action raids. when theres a REAL threat? they call LT Cameron. callsign? RAIDER

NOW. when baby comes home on leave he works at the family construction company ward owns, building giant beach houses for rich kooks. he eventually inherits cameron construction when ward gets too old to work and he helps ward retire bcs of the cash from being the most elite soldier in the US military. bae is tannnn bcs of construction work ofc, but also since being in the military he likes to go on runs and be in nature to clear his head. and yall alr know hes yatteddddd, both sleeves done by his boy at home on the cut, who happens to be a very talented tattoo artist (barry...)

strictly keeps a buzz for deployment but will grow out a mullet when hes home. signature gold chain is always on, and has a tat on his ring finger for you and maybe one on his forearm. does he have both ears pierced with fake diamond studs in? yes.

is currently in the blueprint stage for a beach house he wants to build you on figure 8 (and one in florida... and will probably start planning another one if he ends up having a long ship-out next deployment) even tho he despises rich fucks and is suchhhh a country boy. i mean hes like pogue!rafe but hes more of a mudding, dirt biking, bonfire, shotgunning beer, lifted truck, bar hop, football game kind of guy. and the most elite soldier in the US military ofc.

takes you on stargazing dates and fucks you in the truck bed, a big beach towel set down and his head in your neck while he ruts into you short and fast. occasionally gets into bar fights when some dick is tryna say sum to u. is such an ass man and will smack and grope that shit wheneverrrr whereverrrr - has zoned out of convos with people while feelin HIS booty up + loves to grip your pussy with his big ass paw when no one is looking.

has a super firm grip due to years of being a marine and WILL manhandle ur ass around - into various positions, onto the bed or couch or counter or etc., up over his shoulder when you gettin on his nerves. gets actually animalistic when yall fuckin, and yk that boy a munch. growls and grunts sooo loud the whole time.

will take you to the dock and fuck you on the family fishing boat. will christen any new bar yall go to by fucking you in the gross bathroom and carving both your initials in the wall with his pocket knife that ward gave him when he was 15. is kinky af but lets u bring it up bcs he feels awkward talking about it. is sooooo nasty - will eat his cum out of you with his whole mouth, eyes locked on yours, sucking your lips into his mouth. then, when it’s not enough, he drags you up to sit on his face and rubs your clit, watching you clench and letting his cum drip from you right onto his tongue.

will stick a thumb in your ass during doggy, while reaching for his phone bcs the way u throwin that ass back on him? yall bout to make another movie. loves watching you clean him up after round 5, when his dick is covered in his and your cum - will not let you miss a spot, even where it dripped down over his hefty balls to his ass. and he rarely shaves - uncut.

if it’s a hot day, he’ll turn the ac off and find you so he can lick the sweat off every crevice of your beautiful body while he’s fucking you over the counter. both of you completely butt naked bcs it’s hot. has a sweet tooth - will interrupt you while you’re baking and strip you, laying you on the counter like the dessert you are and eating the frosting off his favorite parts. get especially excited when it comes to sweets on your nipples.

honestly if that aint a FEASTTTT i dont know what issss

[gildedoak]

Saw the exquisite overlord!Husk AU by @celestialalpacaron and caught an art bug BAAAAAAD. Next thing I knew, I was suddenly filling my Pinterest reference boards with shots of Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe and Grace Kelly whilst listening to Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable."

Image description below the cut!

(Media: Watercolor, metallic watercolor, copic markers, glitter glue, pearl glue)

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: The first image is a colored sketch of Husk and Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. Husk sits at a card table, slightly hunched forward - threateningly? - with his arms folded on the table, and his wings tucked neatly behind him. He's holding a King of Diamonds card in his right hand. He's wearing a gray pinstriped suit with dark gray lapels, golden cuffs, a gold bowtie, and a jeweled red pin.

Behind him stands a smiling Angel Dust in a metallic golden gown with diamonds encrusting the top of the bodice. He's wearing sheer golden gloves, gold eyeshadow, a pearl-studded bracelet, long diamond earrings, and an eight-layer pearl necklace while holding a golden, opera-length, cigarette holder.

They have matching rings.

The remaining images are close-ups, and the last is the initial sketch.

END IMAGE DESCRIPTION]

[ellehoops]

21 WIT NO KIDS

i gotta keep it real

two. sassy masc apocalypse

gwen was sat tightly between azzi and jackie on the tiny couch in azzi and paige’s dorm. the horror movie droned on the tv. gwen had checked out after the first blonde bitch died. she really didn’t care, she voted for conjuring but some babysitter movie won. paige had voted for it because of the bimbo with big boobs on the cover. for a christian she really did have a dirty mind. god heal her lust ridden mind.

jackie’s head lulled onto yanna’s shoulder which made her blush. gwen looked around at the chinese takeout boxes everywhere, gwen stood up and picked up some of the boxes. “excuse me.” she muttered, walking to the kitchen to throw away the boxes. paige’s eyes lingered on her frame as she walked off tucking her hair behind her ear.

paige clenched her thighs. she would fuck gwen. she had to.

gwen sat at the island on her phone, entertaining the studs blowing up her snap. she giggled as she read the compliments.

paige lurked around the corner listening to her laugh. who was making her laugh like that?

“popular, huh?” paige finally voiced her presence, leaning against the fridge. gwen looked up, smirking. she shut her phone off with a soft click and placed it face down on the island. “guess so.” gwen’s eyes twinkled with something more than teasing.

dangerous.

paige scoffed with a smile, shaking her head. making a few strands of her slightly grown out blonde hair fall in front of her face. “anyone important? should i be threatened?” paige leaned in, hands placed on the counter top. veins popping out of her forearms. gwen’s thighs clenched.

she poked her lip out and shook her head. her sat cross legged on the stool. “nah, nothing i’m too worried about. shouldn’t you be watching the movie? you picked it.” gwen shrugged and leaned back into the stool.

paige just smirked and shook her head, her head hung low her eyes peered up through her lashes.

they both felt it, the tension. the lust.

paige opened her mouth to say something but aubrey walked into the kitchen. “jackie’s snoring, and i think kk is about to hit her. do you want me to stick her in someone’s bed or…” gwen chuckled and peered into the living room area. jackie’s head was on yanna’s shoulder, ice and kk had their phones out recording her.

“uhm-.” gwen looked at the clock, it was early. only about 10:30. “I can just take her home-” gwen’s eyes snapped to paige as she cut in.

“put her in my bed.” paige sped out, and when everyone looked at her she ran a hand over her mouth and shrugged. “i mean, i don’t care. if uhm…yeah.”

a grin spread across gwen’s face as she looked to paige, who held back a smile while meeting her eye.

aubrey grimaced and scoffed, “okay, fuck the both of you. or fuck each other or something.” she whispered as she scurried back to the living room to put jackie in a bed.

the two girls held each others gaze for a while, smiling.

“you wanna go somewhere?” gwen whispered out, paige’s smile dropped a bit. she was shocked, gwen usually rejected her advances but she was initiating this one.

“yeah.” paige grabbed her keys from the bowl on the island.

and that’s how they ended up in the kroger parking lot. paige’s driver seat back, legs spread like she owned the place. gwen sat in the passenger seat, one leg up and a full cheesecake in her lap. a fork that paige was curious the origins off was digging in. paige had learned a lot about gwen, like that she loved new york style cheesecake.

“like all that other shit, like chocolate and strawberries and shit, too extra.” gwen explained while bringing the fork to her mouth. paige poorly hid the amused smirk on her face while she nodded.

“I like strawberries on cheesecake.” paige held back a laugh at gwen’s reaction to that. her face contorted and her jaw dropped. “and to think i was starting to not dislike you!”

“you never disliked me, come on ma.” paige swatted at her thigh before she stole gwen’s fork and took a bite of the cheesecake. gwen gasped, “that’s an inadvertent kiss, you know.”

“i’d rather just kiss you.” now it was gwen’s turn to hold back a laugh.

“pack it up, corny ass.” gwen shook her head, a little sniffle as she chuckled.

both women got quiet after that.

paige leaned over the center console slowly, her heart in her throat. “i would give anything to fuck you.” she whispered, eyes glued to the fat of her bottom lip. gwen pulled that lip between her teeth and leaned in. paige was preparing to get some, her smirk growing.

their lips grazed, gwen pulled back a bit and paige followed. “i know.” this took paige aback a bit. “work for it.” gwen settled back in her seat and went to eat her cheese cake.

“take me home.” and paige did.

i know you wanna be, i know you wanna see

short chapter i know im sorry ive been gone, school is tough

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ THE DUKE'S PET!

♰ featuring: wriothesley. [genshin impact]

sypnosis: what you get from being wriothesley’s pretty puppy. content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut mentons. PUPPY-HYBRID!READER. GENDER NEUTRAL!READER. spanking. shoe-humping mentions. cock-warming. orgasm denial. dacryphilia. overstimulation. obvious pet-play themes. name calling/degradation. punishments. tummy bulging. sharing mentions (clorinde + neuvillette). ꒷꒦

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES being given to him by none other than the iudex of fontaine himself, neuvillette, as a “gift” of sorts. more so, you were a prisoner who personally denied your trial since you knew you were guilty, so neuvillette thought of a fitting place for you instead. he knew that wriothesley wanted a pet to keep him company while within the walls of the fortress of meropide, but he refrained due to it being cruel to keep an animal somewhere in which they could never see the sun. however, a puppy-human hybrid should suffice well enough, right?

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES him not knowing what the fuck to do with you once he first got you. he understood how to take care of a dog well enough, but you were mostly human and had greater intelligence than that of a dog (most of the time). he seemed a little put-off by you at first, tensing up when you came to him for pets and affection, picking you up by the armpits (even if you were taller than him) and sitting you down on the couch of his office when you tried to smother kisses all over his face, pulling you by the back of your shirt while hissing a quick “quit it” every time you growled at someone who entered his office—even his guards, and even those times when you tried to mark his office as your territory . . .

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES him taking his sweet time to warm up to you, but once he grew comfortable with your presence, you became the most spoiled pup around. he got you your own pretty collar, but of course, in his own aesthetic. a thick, studded black strap with ruby gems and a silver loop in the center connecting to a crimson pendant ringed in silver, with his initials engraved on the back. he bought you your own toys (even though you were more inclined to gnaw your sharp canines on the steel of his boots), and he even purchased a separate couch for you in his office for your afternoon naps with your name engraved on the gold that lined the backrest.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES going to the surface world with him any time he has a particular errand to run or just when he has free time. (he most definitely does that thing where he says a simple phrase like “outside?” or “walkies?” and has to restrain himself from cackling as he watches you go beserk in your own excitement.) hours are spent in the city of fontaine shopping for new items for you, such as clothes, toys, collars, etc. your days typically end with him allowing you to expend the rest of your energy chasing squirrels or birds in the fontainian wilderness until you eventually tucker yourself out and he carries you back to the fortress.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES being his little (or big) lap dog whenever he’s sitting in his office. whether he’s in the middle of signing off on a boatload of documents or talking with someone who entered his office, you’d shuffle your way into his folded arms and perch yourself on his lap, nuzzling yourself against his chest. he was never one to deny you affection (unless you were bad) and would always indulge in praising you whenever he deemed fit. scratches behind your ears, on your belly, gentle kisses to the forehead—you name it! wriothesley would give it all to you since he just couldn’t say no to you. that is, until he was forced to.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES him forgetting that while you are human, you still have the high-energy canine instincts of whatever breed you’re mixed with. that means you often get yourself into trouble more than you’d like. dashing over to others to steal their food at the coupon cafeteria because it smelled soo yummy, growling and picking fights with either the inmates or the guards who were simply minding their business, chewing on wriothesley’s boots, bookshelf, and the wood of his desk because you were bored, humping his leg or whatever you could get your needy parts on whenever your heat rolls around, and finally, his last straw, you tearing up the important documents and registration papers of the inmates because you were fed up with his silent treatment punishment.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S PET INCLUDES includes cowering and whining in fear when you see him towering over you, a steely glare in his eyes, and a deep scowl on his face as his chest rises and falls heavily from this thoroughly wasted patience. his fists would clench so tightly by his sides that you could hear them grinding against the leather of his gloves and the metal of his rings. you would give him your best puppy eyes and cutest whimpers to try and appease his anger, but it was futile. then he would utter the words that always sent a chill down your spine.

“bedroom, now.”

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES you shaking your head at him and whimpering out a ‘no’ when he orders you to his quarters. at first, he’s dumbfounded—stunned that you would even dare to disobey him when he had given you a clear, firm order—and then he’s laughing. it’s dry and humorless, and it strikes fear in the depths of your trembling little being. however, before you could react, his hand is threading itself non-too-kindly into your locks and dragging you along the steel floors of his office until you’re in your shared bedroom.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES knowing that he’s not a fan of verbal reprimanding. when he needed to correct your behavior, he was always physical. he wastes no time sitting on the edge of the bed and discarding whatever bottoms you were wearing before slinging you over his lap and popping a series of quick swats onto your ass cheeks, ringed-fingers and all. if you dared to try and use your fluffy tail to negate his hits, he was snatching it in a firm grip at the base and snarling out a bone-chilling “behave” before he would rain down more spanks onto your reddening cheeks until you’re a sniffling mess in his lap.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES you being unable to hide the arousal brewing from your nethers from being punished on wriothesley’s lap, accidentally giving yourself away when you shift on his lap, and the lewd squelch of your arousal squishing from your sex and his thigh is picked up by his stupidly good hearing.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES feeling your nethers throbbing when he utters out a “oh?” in that breathy growl that makes your head spin. “whats this?” he would inquire as he scoops up the milky fluid with two of his digits, not waiting for your pitiful answer as he uses the liquid as lube to stroke your sex with a teasing touch. “getting off on being punished?” he continues through your whimpers as your legs flail behind you from his increasing pace. “what a filthy mutt you are.”

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES being edged until the depths of the sea grew dark from the long set sun and illuminated from the moon hanging high in the sky. you’d be brought to the brink of your orgasm time and time again; however, every time you were about to reach your high, wriothesley would pull away, mocking your frustrated whines and begging whimpers with a faux pout of his own. “aww, my poor baby.” he would pout in an insincere tone, using his drenched fingers to wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks. “you wanna cum, don’t you?” he’d ask, with his free hand gently stroking your sensitive sex. you would nod, babbling pleas and helpless cries for him to ‘please, please, let you cum because you’ll be a good pup for him’, only for him to grin cruelly down at you and go, “if you wanted to be good for me, you would’ve been so from the beginning. crazy how that works, hm?”

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES when he finally does let you cum, he doesn’t let you stop. you’re gifted orgasm after orgasm until the sheets are ruined with your release, your poor body is trembling uncontrollably, your nethers are throbbing, and even the slightest breeze makes you wail from the overstimulation. you cry and cry and plead for him to be gentler with you, to please give you a break to let you catch your breath, but he only cackles at your misfortune and goes, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to make a mess like the filthy pup you are? so then take it, Y/N.”

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES always being gifted with the best aftercare, no matter how tired wriothesley might be. he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he gently massages your sore limbs and nethers, praising you for being such a good pup for him. moreover, he’ll even state that he’s no longer mad at you just to see your pretty ears perk up and your fluffy tail wag. even when he’s pushed past the point of exhaustion, he’ll stagger into the bathroom, run a warm bath for the two of you, and carry your quivering body into the soothing waters. before he joins you, he always discards the messy sheets and replaces them with new ones, but not before letting them run in the dryer for a few minutes so that they’re nice and toasty for you.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES being his number one stress reliever whenever he needs to relieve some tension. you could be sitting docilely on the couch he brought you by yourself in his office, and he could just scoot his chair back while tossing his head back with a mighty sigh, and you would already know what to do. you’d prance over to him, and he would remove whatever lower garments you were wearing and dive right into you, feasting on you in your entirety until he was thoroughly relieved. if he was having a particularly rough day, he would call your name in a gruff tone and pat his lap to call you over. he would have you sit on his lap with his cock nestled deep in your walls, squeezing him so, so tightly as he tries to finish his paperwork, but he never can. nine times out of ten, it always ends with him tossing his paperwork aside, picking you up, and ravishing you right then and there on his desk.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES the amount of times guards and inmates have had to stutter over their words as they try to talk to or give reports to the duke, however, becoming thoroughly distracted by the sight of your pretty mouth swallowing inch after inch of wriothesley’s cock beneath his desk since you couldn't 'shut the fuck up and stop growling’ at the poor men and women who were just trying to do their jobs.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES servicing wriothesley’s friends whenever they visit the fortress. clorinde attaching a leather leash to your collar as she perches herself on the edge of wriothesley’s desk, using the lead to pull your kneeling form close to her pretty folds to eat her out while she makes your head dizzy as she praises and degrades you simultaneously. “what a well-trained pooch you have here, duke . . . such a pathetic, needy thing they are. i might just have to borrow them for myself sometime.” to which wriothesley, who was watching from over her shoulder with a possessive and lustful gaze in his eye, just shakes his head as he observes your lithe, sloppy, and greedy tongue eagerly lapping at the duelist’s glimmering pearl while your tail wags incessantly behind you. “nah, not a chance. they’re mine, clorinde.”

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S NAUGHTY PET INCLUDES even letting neuvillette in on the fun every once in a while. naturally, he brought you along for the ride when he had to personally meet with the iudex to discuss some business matters. neuvillette was amazed at how well his plan had worked when he saw how well-behaved and obedient you were, especially considering how you had been at first, when he had to hold you at arm's length away from him by your scruff to prevent your pointy puppy teeth from gnawing into his arms. he too would indulge in you by clearing his desk of all paperwork and fucking you right then and there on top of the expensive oak. when he told you to bark, you would. when he told you to sit on his cock, you would ride him within an inch of his sovereign life. when he told you to cum, you would not hesitate to gush all over him and yourself, effectively making a mess of both of your sweaty bodies. “such an obedient little thing. i am almost saddened that i gifted you to wriothesley and did not keep such a pretty puppy for myself.” he would growl, his slitted pupils constricting to pinpoints as they observed the way his two draconic cocks bulged your tummy.

BEING WRIOTHESLEY’S CHERISHED PET INCLUDES living out the rest of your days by his side as arguably the most spoiled and loved pup in the entirety of teyvat. you became his light in the darkness—his salvation from the perpetual state of solemn loneliness that he had isolated himself in, while he became your salvation in a surprisingly cruel world. you have never felt safer or more secure in your life than you did when you were with him. when he held you tenderly and whispered affirmations into your fluffy ears, you felt more loved than you had ever felt before. all in all, he was your second half, and you were his, and he’d be damned if he let anything change that any time soon.

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[navybrat817]

Teacher's Pet

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You role-play a bit with Bucky before a costume party. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, role-play, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #6 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Not exactly a costume party with this Stud and Smartie poll winner, but close? @mumbles411, I think you'll appreciate it.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was Tony's Halloween party and it was the perfect excuse to bring one of Bucky's fantasies to life. Months back, he told you about a particular role-play he wanted to try. You, shockingly, didn’t jump him then and there when you asked him to repeat himself, which he did. Right against the shell of your ear.

"I wanna fuck you while you wear a schoolgirl outfit."

Whatever you want, Stud.

You had to admit to yourself, that particular fantasy sounded like fun. You hadn’t thought about fucking any of your teachers before. Had Bucky actually been one of your professors, however, you would’ve been more than willing to cross a line. Who wouldn’t risk it all for him?

You inspected yourself in your mirror with a soft groan as you twirled. You reassured yourself after a moment that you looked good and Bucky would love your costume, if that's what you'd call it. The soft blue cardigan matched one of the shades in the short plaid skirt, which barely covered your ass. The white button-up exposed your midriff, along with the top of your bra, and the knee-high socks provided the finishing touch.

I look sultry, right? No, innocent. Both? Sulocent? Innotry?

With a deep breath, you pushed your door open and left your room to find him.

Oh, fuck.

You weren't sure if you said the words in your head or out loud as you spotted him standing beside the bookshelf in the living room. Everything went quiet in your mind as his gorgeous eyes met yours, but your heart almost raced out of your chest. Instead of his normal work or casual clothes, he had a tight sweater vest over a nice shirt and tie. The outfit made your massive boyfriend look even larger than normal somehow. He even wore a pair of fake glasses to complete his look.

“Well, look at you,” he said, the corner of his lip tugging in a smile as you bit your lip.

Yeah, look at me.

Something predatory in Bucky’s gaze surfaced as he dragged his eyes down the length of your body. You worried initially that the costume was cliche when there were so many others to choose from, but you felt sexy from the way he looked you over. You could’ve worn a hideous costume and he would’ve managed to find a way to compliment you. Tearing your gaze away to glance at the clock, you realized you had time to have some fun together before you had to leave for the party. At least, you hoped he wanted to fool around.

“Professor Barnes,” you breathed, hoping the next words out of your mouth wouldn’t sound ridiculous as you smoothed out your skirt. “Do you have a few minutes to discuss my paper? I want to make sure it’s perfect before I turn it in.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to experience a bit of role-play before the party, but you wanted to give it to him if he did. The two of you did your best to please one another and it would be something for him to remember for days to come. You would, too.

And I can play it off if he decides he’s not into it, right?

He pushed himself away from the bookshelf to walk toward you, taking slow and deliberate steps as your breath hitched. “Do you normally violate the dress code when you want to discuss a paper? Not what I expect from my top student,” he said, making you swallow as he brushed a finger along one of the buttons on your top. “Or were you just trying to get my attention?”

“I’m going to a party,” you answered, smiling to yourself when he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll catch someone’s eye.”

Bucky jaw clenched he stepped closer, forcing you to take a step back with wide eyes. “Is that right? Who said you’ll have time to go to this party?” he asked, backing you up until you were in your bedroom again. “If you really want your paper to be perfect, we’ll have to go through it line by line. That could take quite a bit of time.”

You tried to keep your breathing even as your eyes stayed on him, praying you appeared seductive as you walked backwards until your hips met your desk. “A bit of time? That could take all night, Professor,” you protested, lost in his gaze as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

“I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice quiet and deep as he braced a hand on each side of you. How was it possible for you to come undone when he hadn’t actually touched you? “You still want to be my top student, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” you answered as he leaned in, his breath fanning along your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered, not kissing you just yet as you whimpered. Praise from Bucky always spread warmth through your core. “You do want to be my good girl, right?”

A shiver rolled down your spine when he brought his hands up to cup your face. It didn’t matter how he dressed or acted or what games you played. You knew in your heart this was your Bucky, your roommate, your everything. You were his as much as he was yours. So if he wanted you to be his good girl, you’d give him that.

“Yes, Professor,” you whispered.

His mouth hovered over yours before he kissed you, your mouth moving in perfect time with his. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you inhaled, the touch and smell of him a sensual assault on your senses. The kiss was deep and thorough, a promise of what was to come. It made your head spin when his tongue brushed against yours, your hands flying up to his shoulders because you feared you’d collapse otherwise.

We really might not make it to the party.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough as he backed up enough for you to face your desk. Your body felt hot and needy, desperate as you fell into that familiar pit of need you often found yourself in with him. “And bend over.”

Blood warmed your cheeks as you bent over as instructed, your ass on display. Well, almost. You wore a pair of snug underwear that covered as much of you as possible. No doubt he saw the wet spot that formed and you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed with how turned on you were.

“I don’t even have to look at your pussy to know how pretty it is,” he said, flipping your skirt up a bit more. “Bet it’ll look even prettier when it’s taking my cock.”

Please, please, please.

“I thought we were going to discuss my paper,” you said, peering over your shoulder.

“We’ll get to that, but I think we should take care of each other first,” he said, making you clench around nothing as he touched your covered slit. “Or was it your goal to make me hard in my pants and go along your way?”

“No, Professor. I wouldn’t tease you,” you promised, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he slid your underwear down to your ankles.

“Of course not because you’re my good girl,” he said, your thighs trembling as he pushed them further apart. “My brilliant, sexy, good girl.”

Your head nearly collapsed against the desk, your eyes squeezing shut. Why did his praise make you feel hot and want to cry at the same time? “I…”

Bucky’s hands froze on your thighs when you sniffled, immediately leaning over you and touching your cheek. “Are you okay? Check in, Smartie. Please,” he said softly.

As if you needed more reasons to love Bucky, the fact that he stopped to make sure you were okay meant the world. “Green, Stud. Very much green. I'm okay. I’m sorry,” you replied after taking a breath, your heart nearly beating out of control. “ The praise just hit me all the sudden. And I just love you so much.”

And here you were trying to do something sexy and fun for him and you ruined the moments with your emotions. The erection in his pants probably faded as soon as you sniffled. Maybe the two of you could leave for the party and try again later.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple where you felt him smile. “First, you don’t need to apologize for getting emotional. Second, I love you, too. So much. And third, we'll only keep going if you want to.”

Your eyes shut, the urge to cry both surfacing again and subsiding at his words. “I didn’t ruin the moment, did I?” you asked in a tiny voice.

“You’d never ruin the moment,” he replied, his lips touching your temple once more as you sighed. “Trust me.”

It was comforting that you could talk to Bucky about what was going on in your head or heart, whether you elaborated or kept it short. Which was why you felt confident again when you opened your eyes and glanced back at him, seeing only love, desire, and something soft in his stare. “In that case, I want you to fuck me bare, Professor.”

Bucky groaned, his soft hair tickling your neck, before he leaned up. He kept a hand on your back like he knew you needed his touch, his other hand quickly working to open his pants. “You think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re at the top of my class?” he asked, easily slipping back into his role. “You think you’ve earned my cock?”

“I can take whatever you give me. And I’ve earned it. I’m your good girl, remember?” you said, your nipples aching through your clothes as he pressed you further into the desk. Fiery shocks and heat went through your body as his finger teased your clit. “Please.”

You whimpered as he moved the digit to your folds, spreading the growing moisture around with a hum. He teased your hole, but didn’t push inside. The slow torture made you quiver and you wondered just how much more begging you had to do.

“Really is a pretty pussy for me to ruin,” he said, finally pushing in with little resistance. Your eyelids fluttered as he slid in and out, but you needed more. “Maybe I should let you go to that party. Send you in there dripping with my seed and show those boys who you belong to.”

“Please, ruin me,” you begged when he pulled his finger out, looking over your shoulder again. He was going to fuck you with the glasses on and the thought had your body going up in flames. Almost as much as the fact that he was stroking his hard cock to the sight of you. “Make me yours, Professor.”

“You’re already mine, baby,” he told you as he lined himself up. “But if I need to come inside you to prove it, so be it.”

You cried out as he thrust into you, the stretch intense and the force hard enough that you had to grip the desk to hold on. Waves of sensations threatened to explode through you at the deep slide of his cock, your body more worked up than you initially thought. You crushed your chest against the hard surface beneath you and you moaned as he pushed in more. There was no doubt in your mind that he was in control.

And you loved every second of it.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he groaned, his hand mapping along your back as you melted under his tender touch. “Should make you ride me wearing this. Put your hands behind your back with my tie.”

His mouth was on your neck in an instant when you moaned, licking and lightly sucking as his hips rocked against yours. The image of you in his lap filled your mind, your hands bound as he helped you bounce up and down on his cock. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, he was practically pounding you into your desk and you wondered why you hadn’t worn an outfit like this for him sooner.

“Should keep you under my desk,” he went on, feeling his weight press you down more as he thrust. “Such a smart mouth in class, I know you can use it to keep me warm.”

“Fuck, please,” you begged, trying to push your hips back. He drove harder and deeper, your wet walls on the verge of quivering with bliss. “Please, Professor.”

He chuckled low in your ear, your eyelids fluttering again as you mewled. Your building orgasm threatened to rip through you and you barely registered that you begged for him again. “Already close, aren’t you? And I thought you were a good girl,” he said, his breath hot as he sped up his thrusts. “But bad girls let their professors fuck them bare, don’t they?”

“Y-Yes,” you whined, your eyes starting to roll back when he angled his hips to hit that glorious spot inside you. “Oh- There. There! Please!”

“My good and bad girl,” he grunted, moving faster as you arched your back, needing desperately to come.

“Want you to come in me,” you blurted out, teetering on the edge. Just a bit more and you’d fall. You needed it.

“I’ll come in you when you come for me,” he urged, smiling when he said the words that made you come undone. “You can do it, baby. Make me proud.”

The cry you let out was a decibel you didn’t think you were capable of reaching when you came, succumbing to pleasure as you shivered beneath him. He let out an impressive string of swears as you quivered around him, chasing his end as ecstasy flowed through you. A few more thrusts and he was gone, painting your walls with a growl before he rested his head on the back of your neck, both of you trying to steady your breathing.

You made a sound of protest as he pulled out of you, both because you didn’t want him to leave your body and you didn’t want his release spilling all over the floor. As if he sensed the latter, he pulled your underwear back up your legs. “Hey. I’m here,” he said, carefully guiding you to the bed so you could cuddle together. You were thankful he moved you since you didn’t have the strength to move yourself.

Fuck the party. I can’t walk.

“So,” he said after a minute, letting out a deep breath as he rubbed your back. “You earned an A.”

You giggled when he smiled, the sight making your heart speed up again. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. You were glad he was satisfied. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“Don’t thank me. It was fun for both of us,” you said, tracing a heart on his chest. “The glasses really are a nice touch. You should wear them again.”

“Yeah? You like how I look in these?” he asked, adjusting them on his nose.

“I do. You’re always handsome,” you said, his blue eyes crinkling behind the lenses.

“I like looking good for you,” he said, tilting your chin to give you a soft kiss. “And I’m fucking you at the party.”

Oh, Stud. You know how to make a girl feel special.

“You better,” you said, burrowing yourself closer. “But I need a minute before I try to move, Stud.”

“Whatever you want, Smartie,” he whispered, linking your fingers together as he took your hand. “Whatever you want.”

These two will always have a special place in my heart. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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[chelseacultt]

I Should Hate You

Katie McCabe x Reader

Summary: Katie is tasked with marking you.

Word Count: 1.1k

You knew that playing Arsenal at the Emirates would be a struggle. The roaring celebratory crowds anytime an Arsenal player started a run. The equally enthusiastic boos every time you and your teammates so much as touched the ball. Nothing out of the ordinary. What you weren’t expecting, though, was your current position. 

“Sorry, darlin’,” says Arsenal’s Irish superstar as she untangles her body from yours. She stands and reaches both of her hands out for you, a small smile on her face. You might’ve appreciated the gesture if she hadn’t been on the offensive end of all the fouls you’ve encountered during the last 60 minutes. But she has been, so you don’t. Instead, you brush her off and pull yourself up before returning to your original position. 

“That’s, like, the 10th time she’s fouled me. I swear she has a personal vendetta against me or something,” you gesture around aimlessly as you take your place next to your best friend. 

“What has she done now?” Lauren James asks with a quiet laugh as she kneels down to retie her boots. 

“Aside from embarrassing me repeatedly for the past hour, she just tripped me. On purpose, probably.” You reach a hand down and help LJ up once she finishes tying her laces.

LJ lets out a laugh at your reply. “Right, well, that’s called ‘marking.’ Perhaps you’ve heard of it?” LJ squeezes your shoulder with a smirk before the referee blows her whistle, signaling for play to start back up. You share a laugh before attempting to clear your mind and get back into the game. Your attempt starts fruitfully, and you forget all thoughts of your complications with the Irish woman. 

You begin running up the wing as your teammates initiate an attack. “Heads up!” Erin yells as she sends the ball soaring toward you from the 18-yard box. Before you can even think about your next move, a sharp pain shoots through your ankle and shoulder, and you find yourself on the ground once again. Your teammates shout, and the crowd erupts in deafening boos as the referee shows your assailant a yellow and then points to the spot. 

“Oh, bullshit! I hardly touched her!” exclaims a voice you’ve grown all too accustomed to hearing today. 

“Want to explain why I’m on the ground then?” Nathalie helps you up as you glare at Katie. “I’m okay,” you assure Nathalie quickly, brushing off her questioning of your fitness and turning back toward the Ireland captain. 

“I don’t know, but I think VAR’s about to find out,” Katie states with a smirk (that you wish you could smack off her face) as she raises her eyebrows and gestures behind you before crossing her arms. You turn to see the referee walking to the penalty check screen. An intense suspense fills the stadium as everyone awaits the referee’s final decision. 

“Has to go our way. She completely clipped you. Studs up and everything,” speaks your captain, Millie Bright. She joins the swarm of fellow Chelsea players that has now formed around you, the Arsenal players having disbursed. 

After a thorough review of the penalty decision, the referee swiftly returns to the pitch. With a firm expression, she announces her reversal of the call, awarding the decision in favor of Arsenal. 

“Come on! That is shit!” Guro shouts as the referee cancels the previously awarded penalty. The thunderous cheers of the Arsenal fans drown out her shouts. The dramatics of the Norwegian winger do nothing to ease your spirits like they usually would. The game ends shortly after, ending in a 3-1 Arsenal win. 

You deflate, refraining from diplomatically shaking hands with the Arsenal players after the game. You’re standing off to the side watching a bantering Sam Kerr and Caitlin Foord when you sense a presence walking up behind you, followed by the feeling of two hands on your waist. “Think ya better fire your diving instructor,” the voice whispers in your ear before the accompanying hands pull you toward their chest. 

You pull away from the person completely and turn around to face the Irish woman who has recently been the absolute vain of your existence. “I know that you know that call was fucked,” you say sternly.

Katie mock gasps, raises her eyebrows, and drops her jaw. “You want us to what?” she jokes and feigns disbelief.

“Stop,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. She steps closer to you at this reply.

She laughs, “Ah, that’s not a word I hear too often. The eye roll is a different story.” You’re unsure if the innuendos were intentional. The way she’s not even trying to hide biting her lip answers this question for you, though. She smirks again at your lack of response, and you only kind of want to smack it off her face this time. You feel your face heat up as she keeps her eyes trained on yours. You nervously look away and busy yourself watching Niamh’s post-match interview, hoping that Katie will just walk away.

You keep your eyes on Niamh as you feel Katie step close to you again, despite something urging you to turn your head toward the other girl. Katie keeps her hands to herself as she leans close to whisper in your ear this time; her lips brush against your ear as she murmurs, “The more you try to ignore me, the more I want to be right here.” Your breath catches as her words linger in your ear. 

Katie pulls away after a tension-filled minute, her expression combining smug delight and amusement. She clearly enjoys the reaction she just pulled out of you. She steals a quick glance at your lips before looking back up at your eyes and holding out one of her hands. Your mind is still whirling from the earlier feeling of having her body so close to yours. You just stare at her outstretched hand. 

“See something you like?” she asks as she wiggles her fingers and turns her hand around and back. Your eyes jump back up to hers. “Yeah. Your yellow card earlier,” you choke out.

“Katie!” someone yells from behind you before Katie can reply. Probably one of her teammates. You can’t be bothered to check. Katie nods at the person before turning back to you. Her hand still outstretched, she reaches for one of yours and shakes it with no help from you.

“Until next time, love, yeah?” With an ever-present smirk, she finally removes her hand from yours and starts to walk away. “Unless ya don’t feel like waiting that long. Up to you,” she winks and joins her teammate (whose identity you’re still unsure of).

You’re pretty sure she just put the ball in your court.

a/n: first fic 👀 hopefully it's not terrible. I have mixed feelings about my first post being for an arsenal player but!!! advice is appreciated. thank you alright bye

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[nottellingofname]

So if you wanna piss off your parents - Yuji Itadori

When Itadori Yuji, the rebellious son of a wealthy, overbearing family, pulls up in his father's luxury car and offers you—a broke, tattooed (secretly a superhero) bartender—a deal you can't refuse, you know exactly what this is: a game.

Yuji wants to make his family furious, and dating someone like you is the perfect way to do it. He'll buy you drinks, sneak you into high-society parties, and flaunt you like a middle finger to the world he's desperate to escape.

And you're more than happy to play along.

How could anyone resist this endearing puppy of a boy when he arrived at your doorstep with all the subtlety of a marching band? His enthusiastic presence was impossible to ignore, announcing itself well before you even caught sight of him.

Truth be told, you heard the thunderous approach before your senses could register anything else - the aggressive purr of an expensive sports car engine cutting through the peaceful morning air, the kind of sound that could only come from a vehicle worth more than your yearly rent.

The mechanical roar reverberated through your walls, sending involuntary shivers down your spine as you stood there in your well-worn pajamas, barely awake and completely unprepared for whatever chaos was about to unfold. What an absolutely jarring way to start what had promised to be a quiet morning.

Before you could even open the door fully, Yuji burst into an elaborate plan to get his parents off his back.

It was a terrible plan, if you were being honest. But then again, you thought all plans were terrible plans—you preferred to just wing it.

Initially, you had no plans to accept his offer—he was just a random classmate you saw on Tuesdays and Fridays. But when he mentioned inviting you to his parents' high-end parties, your interest was piqued. Getting a proper invitation beat having to sneak into these heavily guarded events. Even as SpiderPunk, you didn't always need to do things the hard way.

So here you were, sprawled with deliberate carelessness across one of his parents' obscenely expensive chairs - a pristine, hand-crafted piece that probably cost more than your entire month's earnings - lazily twirling a crystal wine glass between your fingers as you waited for Yuji to return from the bathroom.

Your weathered combat boots, scuffed and well-loved, made a satisfying thud against the immaculately polished hardwood floors with each restless tap.

The carefully curated aesthetic of the room found its perfect antithesis in your chosen attire: jeans that were more holes than fabric, a vintage band shirt that had clearly seen better decades, and a leather jacket that bristled with enough spikes and studs to make it a walking safety hazard.

The harsh overhead lighting caught your array of piercings - nose, eyebrow, multiple ears - making them flash like defiant stars, while your collection of chunky metal bracelets created their own symphony with every casual rotation of your wine glass, a metallic counterpoint to the refined silence of the room.

An uncomfortable moment passes before his dad cleared his throat.

“So… Where did you meet our son?” Jin asked politely as Kaori glared through your pierced soul.

You flashed a sharp smile before running your tongue across your teeth, deliberately showing off your tongue piercing. Jin turned as pale as a ghost while Kaori flushed crimson as they both caught sight of the silver ball.

“He’s actually in my Anatomy and Biochemistry classes.” With a smile, you answered.

“So you’re a Sports major like my son is?” Kaori eyed you up and down judgingly.

“Nope!” You popped the ‘P’ sound and took a sip of your wine. “I’m actually a double degree. Majoring in BioChemistry and Bio[hysics, ma’am,” you smirked.

That clearly wiped the smug look from Kaori's face, her carefully maintained expression of superiority crumbling into something caught between shock and disbelief.

Both parents exchanged bewildered glances, their previous assumptions about you visibly shattering as they struggled to reconcile your rebellious appearance with your impressive academic pursuits. The silence that followed was thick with their unspoken confusion.

From your seat, you could distinctly hear the sequence of bathroom sounds echoing through the expansive dining room - the hollow flush of the expensive toilet reverberating through copper pipes, the metallic zip of Yuji's designer pants cutting through the silence, the steady stream of water from the marble sink faucet, and finally the rhythmic thuds of his footsteps against the hardwood floors growing progressively louder.

The dinner proceeded exactly as you had anticipated it would, which was to say, with all the warmth of an arctic winter. The evening dissolved into a painful exercise in forced politeness, marked by stilted one-sided conversations that died premature deaths, thoughts that hung unfinished in the air like broken cobwebs, and Kaori's icy glares boring holes into your skull as you deliberately scraped your silverware against the delicate ceramic plates, each screech making her perfectly maintained composure twitch ever so slightly.

By the end of dinner, Jin collected the plates with uncharacteristic haste, his movements betraying a nervous energy that filled the room. Meanwhile, Kaori, with all the subtle grace of a circling hawk, seized Yuji by the elbow and steered him towards a secluded corner of the expansive kitchen.

This left you alone with your thoughts, sprawled across your chair in deliberate nonchalance. From your calculated position of repose, every poisonous syllable of Kaori's maternal tirade carried across the space with crystal clarity - each word dripping with the particular brand of venom that only a disapproving mother could conjure.

Your keen ears picked up every carefully enunciated criticism and thinly veiled threat she hissed into Yuji's ears, her whispers carrying the weight of generations of social expectations.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“She’s uncouth!”

“Do you really want to end up like your Uncle Sukuna?”

“You’re better off dating your stepbrother, Choso! At least he doesn’t scratch my plates.”

After enduring a lengthy lecture from his mother that consisted primarily of thinly-veiled threats and disparaging remarks, accompanied by Jin's characteristically passive and noncommittal sounds of agreement, Yuji made his way back to the dining room.

There, he found you had made yourself spectacularly at home - the expensive chair tilted precariously on its back legs, your combat boots propped up on the pristine tablecloth with deliberate irreverence, and your entire posture radiating an air of calculated defiance.

What truly caught him off guard, though, was the way your lips curved into that knowing, mischievous smirk, a blend of rebellion and charm that made his heart perform an unexpected acrobatic routine in his chest.

Whether it was the confident aura you exuded while lounging in that expensive chair, or the way you so casually and deliberately undermined his mother's carefully cultivated atmosphere of propriety, Yuji couldn't quite pinpoint the exact source of his fascination.

Your entire demeanor – from the lazy smirk playing on your lips to the deliberate way you'd violated every unspoken rule of etiquette in his parents' home – sparked something rebellious and thrilling inside him.

Without conscious thought, he found himself gravitating towards you, lurching from his spot with an urgency he couldn't explain. Within moments, he was seated beside you, your legs casually draped across his lap, hooked under his arms in a display of casual intimacy that would surely send his mother into another fit of properly contained outrage.

Before anyone could get a word in, Kaori marched purposefully into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor with each determined step. Her face was set in a mask of barely concealed irritation as she announced, with exaggerated concern in her voice, that it was getting quite late and that you really should be heading home.

The artificial sweetness in her tone did little to mask the clear dismissal, made all the more ridiculous by the fact that a quick glance at the ornate grandfather clock in the corner revealed it was barely night time.

(It was only 8:45 PM, and everyone in the room knew that dinner parties in their social circle regularly stretched well past midnight).

Yuji rose gracefully from his seat, carefully letting your legs slip from his lap as he extended his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. Your face lit up with that characteristic sneaky smirk of yours - the one that never failed to make his heart skip a beat - as you deliberately wrapped your fingers around his, savoring the warmth of his touch.

His strength was evident yet gentle as he pulled you up, drawing you closer than strictly necessary. The motion was fluid, almost choreographed, as you found yourself pressed against his side, his arm wrapping securely around your waist in a way that felt both protective and slightly possessive.

With practiced ease that spoke of natural chemistry rather than rehearsed movements, Yuji guided you through the opulent space towards the imposing front door, each step a casual intimacy and subtle defiance that was sure to feed the growing disapproval radiating from Kaori.

"Thank you for the pleasant evening, Mr. Itadori and Kaori," you said with a gleaming, sarcastic smile. Steam practically shot out of Kaori's ears while Jin blushed furiously.

“Anytime, Y/N. Please, come back… err… If you want to, of course!” Jin stammered.

As Yuji escorted you to your motorcycle, you couldn't resist one final act of defiance. Turning back towards the house with an exaggerated flourish, you blew Jin an enthusiastic flying kiss, complete with a theatrical wink.

"Don't worry, Mr. Itadori," you called out with deliberate sweetness, "I'll definitely be coming back for more of these lovely family dinners!"

Your words hung in the crisp evening air as Jin transformed into a stammering, blushing mess, his composure completely shattered. Beside him, Kaori's perfectly maintained expression twisted into a grimace of barely contained fury, her manicured fingers clenching into tight fists at her sides as she watched her husband's flustered reaction to your brazen display.

When you got on your bike, Yuji couldn't contain his restless energy, bouncing eagerly on his heels beside you like an excited puppy. The street lights cast a warm glow on his face as he watched you prepare to leave, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him in waves.

Just as your fingers brushed against your helmet, ready to lift it onto your head, Yuji's large, warm hands suddenly encircled your wrists with a gentle but firm grip, his touch sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.

“Give me a kiss before you go.”

Yuji couldn't help himself - your brazen defiance of his parents' carefully constructed world ignited something within him. Watching you deliberately challenge every unspoken rule of their society, every carefully maintained facade, made his heart race with a thrilling mixture of admiration and mischief.

When Kaori brought up his brother and uncle during her tirade, Yuji's excitement only intensified. They had always been the black sheep of the family, the ones who dared to live life on their own terms, and he had secretly idolized them for years.

They represented everything he yearned to be - free spirits who rejected the suffocating expectations of their social class and weren't afraid to challenge Kaori's iron-fisted control over the family's image.

Their rebellious spirits had carved out their own paths through life, leaving behind a trail of scandalized whispers and disappointed sighs that only made Yuji admire them more.

In their defiance, he saw a reflection of his own desperate desire to break free from the gilded cage of his upbringing.

“I know this is all for show, but do we really have to be so bloody domestic?” You lamented.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, a defiant expression that quickly began to dissolve as you caught sight of Yuji looking at you with those impossibly large, soulful brown puppy dog eyes. Despite your best efforts to maintain your stance, you felt your hesitance withering away like morning frost under the sun.

In that moment, everything about him seemed to transform - his usually messy hair appeared ruffled in just the right way, catching the golden streetlight like a halo, and his cologne, which you'd barely noticed before, suddenly wafted around you in an intoxicating cloud of warmth and spice.

Your keen eyes couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of vulnerability in his expression - was that a blush creeping up his neck, painting his skin in delicate shades of pink? The sight of Yuji, heir to the Itadori fortune, looking so utterly defenseless and completely besotted, made something in your chest twist.

You'd never seen him look quite so pathetic and whipped for someone, and despite yourself, you found it oddly endearing.

Your wrists gracefully slipped free from Yuji's gentle hold, your hands instinctively finding their way to cradle his jaw. As your fingertips made contact, you were struck by the delicate contrast of his skin - impossibly soft yet radiating a subtle warmth that seemed to pulse beneath your touch.

Your fingers slowly traced upward, threading through his cotton-candy pink hair, marveling at how the strands felt like silk against your skin.

With deliberate tenderness that surprised even yourself, your grip tightened ever so slightly in those rose-colored locks, and in one fluid motion, you drew him closer to you, the anticipation making your heart flutter.

Yuji let out a startled yelp as his hands instinctively shot out to brace himself against your motorcycle, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth radiating between you.

The moment your lips met his, he was struck by their incredible softness, and the sweet tang of your dark red lipstick sent his senses reeling.

There was something intoxicating about the way you held him, gentle yet firm, and he found himself surrendering completely to your embrace, his initial surprise melting away into pure bliss as he pressed closer, wanting to savor every second of this unexpected moment.

You pulled back when you heard Kaori's scandalized gasp echoing through the night air, the sharp intake of breath cutting through the peaceful evening silence like a knife.

Your eyes immediately locked onto Yuji's expression, drinking in every detail - the way he unconsciously leaned forward seeking your warmth, his kiss-swollen lips forming an adorable pout as he yearned for more contact.

The sight of your dark red lipstick smeared across his mouth like a brand of anarchy made something possessive curl in your chest, especially knowing his mother was watching this deliberate display of defiance with horror.

“That’s enough, Yuji-bear. I have to leave,” you lightly tapped his cheeks, seeing his eyes dazed but he moved back nonetheless.

With practiced movements honed from years of riding, you settled your helmet carefully over your head, adjusting the straps with deliberate precision. Your gaze lingered on Yuji one final time, taking in his disheveled appearance and the remnants of your lipstick still visible on his lips.

Through the tinted visor of your helmet, you couldn't resist giving him a playful wink - a silent promise of more rebellious adventures to come.

With a swift kick of the starter, your motorcycle's engine thundered to life, the powerful rumble echoing through the quiet, well-manicured neighborhood like a battle cry against its pristine conformity.

Watching you speed away into the night, your motorcycle's roar echoing through the pristine suburban streets, Yuji feels a surge of satisfaction and pride.

The lingering taste of your kiss on his lips and the memory of his mother's scandalized expression only confirm what he already knew deep down - introducing you to his parents wasn't just the right choice, it was exactly the kind of chaos he'd been yearning to bring into their perfectly ordered world.

Listen to Yuji's Playlist? / Listen to everyone's playlist?

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

love sick! eddie x fem reader

eddie comes to your house in the middle of a rainstorm begging for something you can’t give him

hurt no comfort, reader is kinda a fuck girl in this situation, eddie is sweet, smut 18+ only mdni

Rain pattered loud against the windows, thunder clapped and rumbled in before the lightning rode behind and brightened the midnight sky. His hair was sopping wet, dark waves drenched to silky ropes. You didn’t know how long he was knocking before the repetitive noise had woken you. 

He was soaked.

Soggy Reeboks squished against the doormat as he chattered his teeth unwillingly through the threshold of your front door. 

Water pooled around his feet as you counted the slow drops of rain falling  from his fingertips onto the carpet. A steady rhythm— anything to keep your eyes from seeing the hurt etched into his face. 

A fling was all this was supposed to be. Nothing serious.   No feelings. You kept your side of the bargain but Eddie fell for you before he could stop himself. He thought if he kept his feelings hidden you wouldn’t catch onto them, or maybe he silently hoped you also had feelings for him. 

It wasn’t until he noticed your car parked outside of Steve Harrington’s house, on the way to work one morning. Dew slicking your windows, that he realized you had been there since night, having spent the evening tucked into a king bed with Steve, of all people.  

He ignored his aching heart, shook away the hurt. The smile he put on when you stopped by his work to have a quickie in the bathroom, was practically believable, award winning.

Your car showed up in other driveways, and he wondered if you’d always been there— under his nose, or if this was new for you. 

Eddie wanted you all to himself. But that was not part of what this was. Months went by and he never once turned down your midnight calls. He ignored hickies that weren’t from him, earrings with initials that weren’t his or yours. He wouldn’t dare lose you because he couldn’t handle how he felt. But one night he messed up.

The night was like any other, he was buried inside of you, as you rode him in the tub. Soapy water was splashed all over the floor, his tattoos looked alive beneath the shimmery smears of body wash. As your tits bounced in his face, your fingers were curled tight at the back of his neck, wringing the wet from his curls. 

And it slipped.

You felt so good, your perfect body full in his hands, delicious curves and smooth skin he could never get enough. He’d never forget the tangy lick of cherry on your lips, the way your eyes closed as you came. 

Three words fell like a prayer from his lips, a spewed string of murmurs that stung his eyes from relief, finally letting it out. And as he came you stopped cold. 

And that was it. 

It had been a month. Arguably the worst month of Eddie Munson’s life. 

A month spent drunk and high, only to find out that the demons couldn’t be deceived. The reality of you telling him it was over hit him over and over again. Your face, the tears you wouldn’t allow yourself to fall, blinded his dreams, tortured his sober hours. He was a wreck. 

Arms crossed tight, socked toes working into the carpet you haven’t stopped staring at the water running from his rings. 

“Eddie… what are you doing in the rain?” 

He couldn’t tell you that he walked here from The Hideout. That he just needed to see your face. 

“Are you drunk?” You reach for the keys on the little hook shelf he had put up for you after it sat in a plastic bag on your table for weeks. He teased you about knowing your way around a screw driver, put the wall stud meter on himself and told you it was broken when it didn’t beep.

He didn’t say anything and you sighed clutching the keys in your palm and reaching for a jacket, “c’mon, let me drive you home.” 

He held your arm before it could grip the cotton of your jacket, bringing it down to your side. 

“Please..” he begged, a cold hand moved to your cheek and you finally looked at him. Almost taken aback by the purple circles of agony coloring his under eyes, his skin was sickly ghost-white and pale, “I wanted to see you.” 

You breathed his name as his fingers curled around your jaw, sighing, closing your eyes, “I can’t… I can’t be what you need.” 

Love wasn’t for you. It never had been, and he understood that… until he didn’t, until he told you he loved you, until he swore you felt the same. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. 

He felt insane coming here. The guys tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.

“I know, I just…” what he wanted was you, wanted to feel your body pressed to his, wanted to taste your lips as you desperately unzipped his pants— giggling in the empty hallway to his bedroom. 

He wanted to hear your pretty sighs as he nipped at your thighs, feel your knees buckle when his fingers pushed past your warm slick lips under your skirt. 

“..didn’t get to— I know you can’t change how you feel but..”

“Eddie…”

“…lie to me.” 

You’re stunned, staring back at him at his wild eyes filled with so much hurt you could feel it in your soul. “I… don’t understand.” 

He wets his lips then, and you can taste the bated breath on them, the intoxicating essence that Eddie always filled you with, and you yearn for more. 

He’s so close to you now, pressing your back firmly against the shut door. his wet hair beading onto the thin strap of your tank top. 

“Please sweetheart,” he whispers, moving the strap down your arm, “.. lie to me, tell me you love me.” 

You hang your head, murmuring out a plea that’s formed with hot staticky lust and pain, “I don’t want to hurt you Eds.” 

A finger hooks under your chin bringing you back up to him and he smiles with tears in his eyes, “you won’t baby, you never could.” 

You say it and his lips find yours in a heated squish of flesh and teeth. The gasping breath echoing along the walls as Eddie hooks his arms beneath your knees and carries you tight against his chest to your room. 

Your arms untangle the leather jacket from his shoulders, and when he sets you down like a dainty flower on your mattress he finishes the hasty job of wrestling his arms out from the destroyed fabric and it slaps to the ground. 

Clothes are everywhere, yours dry and his completely soaked, he shivers in his nakedness, skin bitter cold to the touch. He seethes when your warm hands pull him down to you, your body practically a furnace against his. 

His mouth is hot against the column of your throat, sliding his tongue around the silk of your skin. His hips roll into your body when he smells your shampoo, fuck he’s missed you. 

You’ve missed him. Nobody in Hawkins could compare to the way Eddie made you feel. 

He intertwined your fingers like lover’s would and you let him. Easy to pretend that you were both on the same page of feelings, everything with Eddie came easy. He’s murmuring nonsense into your neck, tongue swirling, teeth biting, marking you up the last time. 

He wanted to be yours. Wanted you to want to be his. But he had to let you go, and tonight he would spend as much time as he could bringing you over the edge of the peaceful shattering of pleasure. 

He moves down your body kissing between the valley of your tits, lapping up your honey sweet nipples like they were made of nectar. Never getting enough. 

Your pitiful moans dance like dandelions around your room and he nearly cums on your blanket when you pant his name as his tongue licks up your cunt. 

He’d missed your taste, the way he’d fuck you stupid and hours later he could still taste you on his lips. You wrap your thighs around his head like he knew you would. 

A peek up your body and your fingers were fisting the comforter, and he smirked into your clit. 

Whoever you were fucking now must not be doing it right because you had come fast on his tongue not once, but twice, and his heart swelled with pride. 

When he climbed back up the bed, your eyes were shut and you looked drunk, ragged breathing making your heart skip beats. 

He lays beside you, kissing your bare shoulder, working a path to your cheek, waiting patiently for your strength to come back, whispering how he’s missed you, how beautiful you are, and you hold back tears. 

-

You said it again when he stretched you open, gasping and crying out from his size, “..fuck, so so so big.” 

He chuckled into your neck, pistoning his hips with a jerk causing you to moan, “don’t want you to forget about me pretty girl.” 

Your reply is snuffed out into his neck, slurred out with moans and murmurs of his name. He fucked you hard then slow, a lazy rhythm with his forehead resting on yours, collecting your lips with his whenever he could, swallowing each others groans.

He’s close, and so are you. You can feel his arms beginning to shake, and his breathing picks up in racing tandem with yours. “where’d you want me?” 

Your eyes are rolled back and you’re arching your back from the bed, babbling a plea of how you don’t care where, and your orgasm snaps. 

Eyes pinched and huffing you both come at the same time, tangled in sweaty sheets and frizzy hair. It’s pure bliss, no matter how ignorant you may both be in the moment.

—

Hours pass. Eddie’s light snores keep you company with the hum from the dryer filled with his clothes. Your fingers slide through his curls, working knots out with your fingernails as he lays heavy on your chest. His lips are red from the night, maybe a bit swollen. 

Pushing back his bangs you get a good look at his features. The bulby nose, the silver scar on his forehead that you never thought to ask where it came from. The thick sweep of black lashes contrasting to his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. 

And you were a liar. 

Saying it a third time tonight, you say the three word lie Eddie begged you to tell him. 

He was fooled, and you’d keep doing it to protect him from you. Because saying you loved Eddie, never was a lie. 

FORGOT TO ADD THIS — part two

[lusty-stallion]

Plus 3 on a travel coach - Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

And before long, one of the jocks at the back of the bus spotted a bar and a small town and declared “I wish we could all spend carefree lives here. I wish we would enjoy everything about being sexy fuck boys. I wish we would make so many men happy.”

Genie snapped his fingers “I wish we could all spend sex full carefree exhibitionist lives here. I wish we would enjoy everything about being sexy fuck boys, seducing all men. I wish we would make so many men muscular, horny, and happy.”

Genie now addressed the guys. “Boys, now that you’re all horny and happy, let me tell you one secret. After seducing a man, if you choose you may whisper in his ear a kink or a skill. That will become part of his new reality. Now go and have fun painting this town white!”

The boys had no idea who this guy was, or with what authority he knew this. But they were too horny to even ask, but they believed him.

And with that the coach stopped and all the hunks sauntered off the coach into their new lives to cause chaos to all the men of this town, and to live happy lives working out, living off the wealth of others and fucking constantly.

The men of the town were instantly captivated by the sight of the newly transformed studs. They stared in awe, their mouths agape, their cocks hardening with desire.

A new bodybuilder, Roco, winked at a group of straight construction workers, flexing their pecs for their amusement.

"Hey, boys," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction, "wanna help me break in my new body?"

The construction workers exchanged glances, their eyes burning with lust. They dropped their tools – wrenches, levels, and drills clattering to the ground like discarded toys – their focus solely on the muscular bodybuilder who stood before them, a vision of pure, unadulterated masculinity. It was as if a switch had flipped in their brains, short-circuiting their heteronormality and unleashing their basest desires.

They swarmed around him like a pack of wolves descending upon a wounded deer, their hands reaching out, hungry to touch, to possess. One worker, with a chin strap and a chest that strained against his safety vest, grabbed Roco’s bicep, his calloused fingers digging into the bulging muscle. Rocco said to him, “You love worshipping muscular guys bodies”.

A third, a hulking brute with a shaved sides and a neck thicker than a tree trunk, went straight for the frat boy's mouth, his tongue darting out like a snake, eager to taste the forbidden fruit.

Their mouths locked in passionate embraces, tongues tangling and teeth clashing in a frenzy of lust. Rocco, initially taken aback by the sheer intensity of their advances, quickly surrendered to the moment, his own desires rising to meet theirs. He arched his back, pushing his hips against the workers' hard bodies, his own cock throbbing in his briefs, straining against the fabric like a caged animal.

The sounds of heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and the wet slapping of tongues filled the air, mixing with the distant rumble of construction equipment and the shouts of other workers. The construction workers' hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of the Roco’s body, their fingers tracing the contours of his sculpted pecs, his washboard abs, his bulging biceps. They relished exploring his exposed tanned skin and the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. They unbuckled his belt, their fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, eager to unleash the beast within, their eyes burning with anticipation.

He looked at the guy with the thick neck he’d just been kissing and spoke “You have an amazing mouth and from now on are an amazing cock sucker.”

As Roco's cock sprang free, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. It was a magnificent specimen, thick and veiny, throbbing with life. The worker he’d just been necking, dropped to his knees and began to worship at the altar of his cock, his mouth working with a practiced rhythm, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. The others watched with hungry eyes, their own cocks straining against their work pants, their hands reaching out to touch, to caress, to claim a piece of the action.

---

Marcus, fresh off his powerlifting transformation, struts into the coffee house like he owns the place, his muscles sheening in his light sweat and the lights of the store. He's got that swagger, that confidence that comes with knowing he's the hottest piece of meat in the room. He doesn't even bother acknowledging the queue of thirsty patrons, his eyes laser-focused on the prize: Ethan, the barista behind the counter.

"Hey there, handsome," Marcus purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Ethan's spine. "I'm in a bit of a rush, but I couldn't help but notice you. Do you have a girlfriend?”

Ethan was taken a back by the handsome stranger and found himself fumbling to answer finally expressing “Yes, I do actually.”

Marcus grinned “Not any more stud. How about you skip the latte and give me something a little more... stimulating?"

He leans in close, his bulging biceps practically brushing against Ethan's face, the scent of sweat and testosterone filling the air. As he speaks, the Genie's magic subtly works its way into Ethan's system, a faint tingle spreading through his muscles. Ethan's eyes widen as he feels his own body responding, a new desire surging through him. He tries to resist, to maintain his composure, but it's no use. The powerlifter's gaze is too intense, his presence too overwhelming. Within seconds, Ethan's arms and chest have grown, his shirt now straining at the seams. He glances down at his crotch, feeling a familiar stirring, but this time it's different, more intense, more urgent. He looks back up at Marcus, his eyes filled with a desperate longing.

"What did you have in mind?" Ethan whispers, his voice barely audible above the whir of the espresso machine. He knows he's about to cross a line, to abandon everything he thought he knew about himself, but he can't resist the pull, the irresistible urge to surrender to Marcus's raw, animalistic desire. “Your cum has the ability to turn any man gay and make him desperate to have sex with the nearest hunk. Your balls are now big enough to cum for half an hour solid. Every night you fill up a milk bottle with your cum and whenever you see a hot guy, you add your special milk to their drink and enjoy the fun.”

With that Marcus took Ethan into the back, leaving the female barista to serve all the thirsty customers.

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Theo, fresh off the sex coach was practically vibrating with pent-up sexual energy. Seeing the local supermarket, he struts in like he's auditioning for a porno. He's shirtless, naturally, his sculpted abs and pecs glistening under the fluorescent lights, turning every soccer mom and teenage girl into a drooling mess. He stops in the produce section, his eyes locking onto Oliver, the fruit and veg boy, arranging a display of ripe, juicy mangoes. Oliver's got that innocent, wholesome vibe that just screams "corrupt me," with his rosy cheeks, freckles, and a smile that could launch a thousand boners.

"Hey there, cutie," Theo purrs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down Oliver's spine. "Those mangoes look delicious, but I bet you're even sweeter." He leans in close, his bulging biceps practically brushing against Oliver's face, the scent of sweat and cheap deodorant filling the air. Oliver can’t help but touch Theo’s meaty shoulder.

As Theo speaks, the Genie's magic subtly works its way into Oliver's system, a faint tingle spreading through his muscles.

Oliver's eyes widen as he feels his own body responding, a newfound desire surging through him. He tries to maintain his composure, to remain professional, but it's no use. Theo's gaze is too intense, his presence too overwhelming. Within seconds, Oliver's arms and chest have grown, his apron now straining at the seams.

He glances down at his crotch, feeling a familiar stirring, but this time it's different, more intense, more urgent. He looks back up at Theo, his eyes filled with a desperate longing. "I... I don't know what you mean," he stammers, his voice barely audible above the hum of the refrigerators.

Suddenly his heaving chest and expanding arms are too much for his poor polo shirt which shreds off his incredible body.

Oliver can’t believe what’s happening to him. In just a few brief moments with this hunk, he has become a hunk himself. He’d been secretly in the closet until today anyway, and he couldn’t help revelling in one of his fantasies becoming true.

“I’ve never been with a man before, well anyone before.” Oliver cooed gently.

"Maybe I can show you, in fact you’ll never have a boyfriend and will always enjoy fucking a new man every night." Theo purrs, reaching out and gently caressing Oliver's cheek. "How about we take a little break in the back room? I've got a few ideas that might just change your life, starting with a taste of my own juicy mango."

And with Theo’s hand in his, Oliver took his first step into his brave new life, kissing the hunk who’d given him everything he’d ever dreamed of.

A number of the coach decided to walk the streets. The aim of the game was to see how many straight men they could seduce, and how can you tell if a guy is presenting as straight? You look for guys with a girl on his arm or hand in hand.

Randy spotted a good looking man out shopping with his girlfriend and walked up to him taking hold of his hand. His girlfriend was surprised both by the forwardness of Randy, but also at the way her boyfriend seemed to look doe eyed at the shirtless man.

Randy said “Hey Man I’m Randy, and you’re one hot guy, you obviously work out.”

The guys cheeks went slightly rosy and responded, “Thanks man, I’m Sebastian and I get to the gym most days and I love running.”

His girlfriend smiled politely and then tried to get her boyfriend to move along. But he didn’t seem to notice her.

“Wouldn’t you like bigger muscles though?” Randy asked, seeing Genie’s magic working on the guy as his chest pressed out his shirt. The guy looked down surprised at his unexpected growth and then looked at his arms expand as Randy reached forward and undid the guys shirt. He hadn’t noticed that even new facial hair had sprouted.

The girlfriend was mesmerised by her boyfriends sudden development, but then outraged as he allowed this man to unbutton his shirt and start groping his body without the protests of her guy.

Randy continued, “Seb, you really are a sexy piece of beef you are. Come ‘ere, you’re gonna be a popular gay porn star from now on.”

And to the girlfriend’s fury, he took Seb by the hand and made out with him.

Kai was one of the hot guys on the boyfriend snatch team, Spotting a cute-looking Asian man in a powder blue shirt, he confidently strolls up to the guy and grasps his hand. The guy smiles, as does his girlfriend, even if she looks a little uncertain. Kai, the Hawaiian stud sizes up his prey.

Powder blue is baffled but captivated by these two muscle-bound gods. The idea that they’d be fighting over him stirs his cock. He’d never felt so desired, so sexy, so objectified, and he loved it.

As Kai and the jock square off, ready to tear each other apart for the right to defile powder blue, the girlfriend can only watch in horror as her man is about to be claimed by one of these beefy studs.

But before the first punch can be thrown, powder blue feels a surge of power coursing through him, his muscles swelling and hardening with each passing second. He's transforming into a muscle-bound god right before their very eyes, thanks to the Genie's mischievous magic. Just the feeling of being desired, of being objectified was enough to spark his metamorphosis.

Now a worthy contender himself, powder blue steps between the two horny gladiators, his eyes blazing with newfound confidence and lust. "You guys want me?" he growls, his voice now a deep, resonant rumble. "You're gonna have to fight for me." He flexes his newly acquired biceps, his chest expanding, his abs rippling beneath his powder blue shirt which he tears off a primal urge coursing through his veins. The jock and Kai exchange a look of stunned surprise, realizing that the tables have turned.

The girlfriend was fuming and tried to claim her man, who was neck deep in the other Asian guys mouth. Kenzo, please darling, come with me.

Her boyfriend looked at her for one brief moment while revelling in his own pleasure and just closed his eyes and succumbed to his new reality.

Kai knew the other coach stud couldn’t’ talk while his tongue was buried exploring Kenzo’s thicker mouth and spoke clearly in Kenzo’s ear “You are now the object of many men’s desires. From now on, big powerful men will do whatever they can to collect you into their depraved sexual worlds. They’ll do all kinds of sex play with you and you’ll love every second, whether being spanked, told to join and orgy or anything else your alpha’s command.”

The other boyfriend snatchers were having similar success.

Brody walked up to a guy and without even speaking kissed him on the lips. As he caressed his chest which  swelled and he pulled away from the kiss and said “Your turned on by sucking toes and smelling the feet of studs, you can’t get off without a foot in your mouth or the thought of them, the stinker and sweatier the better.”  and the guy shirked it off, embracing his podophilic life and immediately looked down at Brody’s flip flops and his eyes widened with desire.

Zac had witnessed Brody’s approach and copied the bold advance. Going up to a tall and handsome man with his torso on full display, he grabbed hold of and African American man’s hand. The guy was about 5’10”.

“Man, I love your style, I’m Zac and I’m about to rock your world.”

The guy went to release his hand, but found the desire leave him instantly, as a warmth radiated from Zac’s hand. Taking a deep breath he said, “Hey my name’s Dane, and this is my girlfriend Tish.”

“Great to meet you Dane, wouldn’t you be more comfortable showing off that sexy body of yours?”

Dane considered the suggestion and agreed o Tish’s horror.

“And man wouldn’t you prefer Tish was Tris the hot businessman you’ve just seduced?”

Dan looked at his girlfriend and nodded “I like the way you think man.” He said as the magic spread through his body, reworking his neural pathways and bolstering every muscle in his body.

Zac said “Then your kink is to take sexy girls out on dates, and then once they’ve fallen for you, to turn them into whatever sexy gay stereotype you desire for the night. They’ll become your lay for the night and then the next day you’ll move on to seduce and transform other women.”

And with that Dane kissed his girl and then said “You’re a hot businessman with a desire for my cock” and her fate was sealed.

The Genie chuckled to himself as the scenes unfolded before him. He had unleashed a wave of homoerotic chaos and sexual depravity that would forever alter the landscape of this small town.