#mr trainer man | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mactavishwritings · 4 months

Text

Anything for my Bunny

Millionaire!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Trophy Wife!reader (fem reader)

alt universe where Simon isn't military, but the CEO of a high-tech company

fluff mainly with some sexual implications

You always had a theory as a young girl. You had decided at a young age that you were going to get what you wanted no matter what and your theory was that there was a way to go through life, getting everything you wanted one way or another. You got your education, a degree in English, deciding that you were going to move to England to pursue writing novels in beautiful cafes all day. That dream however died when you ended up working at the cafes instead of being the mysterious patron who sat at a table by the window, typing away on her laptop.

Your wish slowly began to come true when you met Simon Riley. When you met him, he was a handsome businessman who was in a bit of a rush. The other girls at the cafe called him 'Mr. Handsome Latte', standing around the corner, as you took his order. He had a reputation for being quiet or on an important-sounding phone call. You were never one to make assumptions, but there were a few you had about this mysterious businessman.

When he came in that day, he was uncharacteristically wearing a pair of athletic trainers and a plain grey shirt. He had his phone in his hand, not looking up at you until he got up to the register. "Hi welcome in. What can I get started for you today?" You started the conversation like you would with any other customer. "Hi. Can I just get my usual hot latte with an extra shot of espresso?" You nodded, taking his order down. "Sounds good. $4 then." You punched the latte into the register, waiting for him to pay for the drink when he suddenly spoke. "When do you get off today?" You stopped and looked up at the man. "Asks the name of a man whose name I do not know." You fired back, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Simon, you?" He paid for his drink and followed you down as you began to make his drink. "(Y/N)." You smiled, focusing back on his drink. "Well... Now that you know my name, what time do you get off today?" He persisted so you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Okay fine. I get off at 6. Why do you want to know, Simon?" You turned your back to steam his milk but turned your head in his direction to let him know that you were still listening. "I'm picking you up and we're going out." He stated simply, causing you to whip your head around. "Excuse me? Why do you think this will happen?" You glared slightly. "Simple. I want to get to know you and I always get what I want." Damn...

You went out with him, but not that night. You played with him a bit before he finally convinced you to go out with him. You told him that he was going to have to work hard for what he wanted. You weren't easy to get and he would have to earn your affection. That's when you begin to receive gifts from Simon. All of the girls at work demanded to know why you turned him down or when you were going out with him; boasting about how you couldn't turn that type of man down. So, after receiving the fifth bundle of roses at your apartment, you finally called the number attached to the note on the flowers. He sounded satisfied when he heard your voice. "I told you; I get what I want."

He had completely wined and dined you that night, sweeping you off your feet. The night had taken your breath away and you felt like a teenage girl. So, when he asked you to go out again, you didn't hesitate this time. You began to spend more time with the man, feeling yourself fall slowly in love with who he was as a person. You learned that yes, he was on important calls because he owns one of the tech's world biggest companies. He didn't like talking about work with you, stating that he would rather shut that stuff away when with you, not wanting to interrupt your time together. It had been 3 weeks of seeing each other when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You had told him that you had been waiting for him to ask you, immediately saying yes.

After a year of dating, he asked you to move in. You were excited because he had a big bathtub and that was enough for you. You were still working at the time and while he never said it out loud, you could tell he wanted you to quit and let him take care of the financials. You wanted to still be independent. It was year 2 when Simon came to you with an offer. You would quit your job and he would set up a side account for you where he would give you a 'paycheck'. You would act as an assistant of sorts for him; meaning that you would bring him lunch every day. You agreed, seeing how much it meant to him.

Year 3 was when he proposed. You had gotten comfortable in the giant mansion that you called home. The staff that occupied as well made you uncomfortable at first, but you slowly warmed up to them. Especially when they told stories about Simon, both embarrassing and sweet. Most of them have been with Simon since he started his company, staying with him through all the frustration and triumph he has seen.

You were starting to get close to some of the staff, the main person who you interacted with was a woman named Nancy. Simon instructed her to help you with whatever you needed the first night you stayed the night and you two have been side by side ever since. She became like a second mother for you, helping with sickness and emotions. She knew the proposal was coming long before you did.

Now 5 years later, you couldn’t be more happy. Simon gave you everything you could’ve ever wanted. He often was gone on work trips but always made sure he brought home something for you. Often times, small trinkets. Keychains, figurines, or cups. You loved every one and kept them on your desk at home. You hadn’t given up on your writing dream just because you had become Mrs. Riley. It was one of your few conditions to the marriage. You wanted something separate from Simon and he respected it completely.

As a 5th wedding anniversary present, Simon bought you a new house near the beach and you spent most of your days sitting in your office, staring out of the ceiling-to-floor windows. You were sitting in your desk chair, a cup of coffee in your hands, robe hanging off your shoulder. Simon had been sent away on a work trip and you missed him dearly. He didn’t know when he was going to come back and it killed you, having to wait without a date. He typically knew when he was going to be back, but he had a big launch coming soon and he needed to perfect everything. Nancy had asked you if you were hungry for breakfast and you had told her that you weren’t feeling up to eating. Lately, you seemed to have lost your appetite and you weren't sure why. You felt fine otherwise, figuring that it was just from the stress of Simon not being home.

You pulled your robe back over your shoulder and sighed. Reaching for your phone, there had been no new texts from Simon. You hadn't heard from him all day yesterday and you were getting worried. You rubbed your forehead and felt your stomach churn. You couldn't help but think the worst. You got lost in your head, staring out at the rising sun and crashing waves when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You gasped and looked up, seeing Simon smiling softly at you. "Si! You scared me!" You felt his hand ride up to rub the back of your neck up to your hair. He leaned down to kiss your forehead softly. "My apologies, love." He came around the front of your chair and knelt down to kiss your exposed knee. "I hadn't heard from you yesterday and I didn't know if you were okay." You pouted, running your fingers through his hair.

"Good thing I got you this then. As an apology." He lifted up a small bag and you giggled, taking it in your lap. You pulled out a box and opened it to reveal a very dainty pearl necklace. You gasped and immediately demanded for him to put it on you. Simon placed it on you and locked the clasp, kissing your cheek before standing in front of you. "I have to make up for lost time. Come."

That night, after you finished catching up, you both had showered and lounged around all day. For dinner, you two sat at the dining table as you requested, having to remind Simon that you could, in fact, feed yourself. Simon could barely keep his hands to himself as he told you about this recent trip. He told you about how well the launch went and how his new secretary was a "complete psycho who clearly lied during the interview". You nodded along to his words, playing with his fingers as he spoke.

"By the way, in 2 weeks, we're hosting a party here." Simon casually told you and you smacked his arm. "How am I going to prep in only 2 weeks!" You whined, already grabbing your notebook to plan. "I know, my love. It just came up, I only just agreed to it two days ago." He kissed your hand apologetically and smiled. You rolled your eyes, already forgetting your fake anger. “It's fine. I've got a reputation for being the best hostess!" Simon nodded along to your words, smiling as if he had hearts in his eyes. "Whatever you need, I'll leave my card for you. You know the pin." You giggled, knowing that the pin was your birthday.

You picked up the empty plates and walked them to the kitchen, smiling when you felt Simon wrap himself around you from behind. "Missed you...my hand was barely enough.." Simon whispered in your ear, gently kissing your neck. You gasped, feeling his hands slip under your slip dress. "Si! Someone could walk in!" You giggled as he lifted you up onto the countertop. "Oh, Mrs. Riley...I paid for this house. I will enjoy my dessert in my kitchen." He smirked as he knelt between your legs.

i loved this idea and would love to expand on it! so feel free to send asks about this <3

#ghost #ghost x reader #ghost cod #mw2 ghost #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod #mw2 #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader

429 notes · View notes

joeys-babe · 2 months

Text

Joey B Imagines: Maneater

————————————————————————-

Summary: Joe meets the Bengals’ new female athletic trainer and finds her infatuating, but other guys on the team warn him of her and her reputation.

(Part one to - part 2, part 3)

Warnings: None

Pairing: Joe Burrow x *athletic trainer* reader

Imagine Universe: Misc.

————————————————————————-

August 9, 2022

“Yo, do you know what this last-minute meeting is ‘bout?” - Ja’Marr

“There's a meeting?” - Joe

I was just sitting at my locker after practice when Ja’Marr came striding up to me.

“Something about a new trainer, I heard.” - Sam

“Oh yeah?” - Joe

“Heard its a female.” - Tee yelled from around the corner

“Why do all of you people eavesdrop?” - Joe shook his head with a laugh.

——

“Okay, settle down everyone!” - Zac

At once. the entire meeting room went silent at the sound of our head coach's voice.

The franchise owner, Mike Brown, was standing next to him, seemingly about to announce something of his own.

“Mike you can take it from here.” - Zac

The older man gave Zac a nod and stood closer to the middle of the floor.

“Thanks for all of you coming together at such short notice, but I'd like to introduce you to our newest hire. She's an astounding athletic trainer and is here to keep you guys healthy as well as get the injured healthy. y/n, would you please step out?” - Mike

The new athletic trainer, y/n, stepped out, and she was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever laid eyes on.

“Woah.” - someone mumbled

“Hey guys, I'm super excited to be working with the Bengals this season! I grew up in Cincinnati as a Bengals fan, so this is a full-circle moment for me! I'll be in my office if you have any questions you'd like me to answer.” - you smiled

When everyone left the meeting room, there was a bustle in the locker room, with almost every player talking about y/n’s striking beauty.

Unlike everyone else, though, instead of talking about her, I went to her office to talk to her.

Firmly, I knocked on her office door.

“Come in!” - you

After taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

She sent a warm smile my way, and I sent one back.

“Hi, Mr. Burrow! Do you have a question, or is there anything I can help you with?” - you

“No, actually. I just wanted to welcome you to the organization.” - Joe

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Burrow.” - you smiled

“Just call me Joe.” - Joe smiled

“Will do.” - you grinned

Just as I was about to reply, Nick Cosgray, the director of rehabilitation, opened the door.

His eyes darted to me, then to y/n.

“Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?” - Nick

“No, I was just leaving.” - Joe

I stood up and reached to shake y/n’s hand.

“It was nice meeting you.” - Joe

“Vice-versa. I look forward to working with you in the near future.” - you

After nodding, I exited the office.

Ja’Marr was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while shaking his head.

“What?” - Joe

“You just flashed her with your blue eyes and charm, huh?” - Ja’Marr

“Maybe.” - Joe shrugged with a sly grin

——

August 10, 2022

I was getting lunch in the cafeteria today, scooting my tray around and picking through all of the healthy options.

One last banana, thank god.

As I reached for it, another hand brushed mine, and I pulled my hand back.

When I looked at the person next to me, my stomach fluttered when I saw it was y/n.

“Oh, shit, sorry. You can have it.” - Joe

“Nah, it's okay. I might have one in my car.” - you

“Ew, car banana in the summer? Absolutely not.” - Joe

She laughed and I couldn't help but grin at the way her nose scrunched up.

“I'm not taking a banana from QB1.” - you

“And I'm not taking a banana from the new girl, either.” - Joe

“How about we split it.” - you

“Great idea.” - Joe winked

y/n grabbed the banana and nodded her head to tell me to follow her.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Sam at our usual table, giving me a confused face as I walked in the opposite direction.

She sat her tray down on the table and unpeeled the banana, y/n broke it in half, and placed one piece on my tray.

“Pleasure doing business with ya.” - you

“You too. Are you gonna sit over here by yourself?” - Joe

“No, I'm going back to my office.” - you

“Oh okay. If you ever want to, you can come sit with me, Sam, and Trey.” - Joe

“Thank you for the offer. Have a good lunch, Joe.” - you

That was the first time she’d ever said my name, and it rolled off of her tongue perfectly.

“You too, y/n.” - Joe

She nodded with a smile and walked away. I watched her till she disappeared around the corner and then walked over to my table.

Sam and Trey were giving me weird looks when I sat down, along with Ja’Marr and Tee at the table beside us.

“What?” - Joe furrowed his brows

“The hell was that?” - Sam

“What are you talking about?” - Joe

“You don't share, especially not your fuckin’ food.” - Ja’Marr

Rolling my eyes, I tried to come up with a feasible excuse.

“We reached for it at the same time, only fair to split it.” - Joe

“Joe, dude, I know she's pretty, but have you heard about her?” - Sam

“Heard what?” - Joe

“She's been a trainer for like five other teams. Before she leaves the team, there's always this article saying she hooked up with a player. After she left the Niners, Nick confirmed that she got with the player she was rumored to get with. She's weird about it too, like explicitly telling the guy he’ll never be more than a one-night stand before getting with him. Usually, she's gone in the morning and has filed her two weeks' notice with the team.” - Sam

“What the fuck? Why do teams keep hiring her then?” - Joe

“She's good at what she does, athletic training-wise. But, really, dude, the woman's wild.” - Sam

“Watch out, boy, she’ll chew you up.” - Ja’Marr

“For real, she's a total maneater.” - Sam

————————————————————————-

Authors note: This fic came from my very own brain! 😆

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series

252 notes · View notes

fandom-oneshots-etc · 6 months

Note

✨ Dropping by to request literally anything sherlock x reader - would love something with awkward idiots in love ✨

🍄 Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: When Sherlock goes off on a frantic tangent, John knows exactly who to call, the idiot in love with him...

🍄 Word Count: 2084

🍄 Abbreviations: N/A

🍄 Warnings: N/A

🍄 Note: I hope this is what you were looking for Anon! :)

“What’s he doing this time?” you answered the phone as John’s name appeared. You had become so accustomed to the calls at all odd hours of the day, usually all pertaining to your high-functioning sociopath of a friend, Sherlock. Odd hours like the one now.

You had just sat down in your cloud chair, kindle in hand ready to read the next chapter of your gripping (b/g) when the phone had pinged, angrily vibrating against the coffee table-top. A puff of air had moved the stray hairs touching your face as you instantly recognized the personalized ring tone you had installed. You knew that John wouldn’t call you unless it was at least a code blue, blue-in-the-face blue. A colour code the two of you had created to describe the different moods of Sherlock Holmes.

“I’m so sorry-” You rolled your eyes with a little smile. “He’s just off on one. He solved the case, you know the one with the woman and the suitcases? He’s been off the walls since then. Can’t get him to settle, he’s talking about renovating the flat, knocking walls down for more ‘thinking space’. I think Mrs Hudson’s threatened to evict him already,” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips at the thought of the sweet old woman threatening your tall friend, knowing very well that she’d mean every word. You could already picture the offended horror on Sherlock’s face at her threats.

“I’m on my way,” you reassured before hanging up the phone and pushing yourself out of the comfortable chair. Slipping your kindle into your bag, you grabbed your keys from the hook and turned off the lights. You didn’t bother changing out of your night clothes,, instead your threw a long coat over your pajamas and slipped on your trainers before heading out of the flat. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of getting a cab this late at night, but you preferred that over walking the streets alone in the dark.

Thankfully, Baker Street was only a few roads away and the journey was nice and short with the lack of traffic at this time of night. Looking up at 221B you could see tat it was one of the only lights on in the street. You slipped the spare key out of your bag and unlocked the door to 221B.

Mrs Hudson reached the bottom of the stairs in an angry flurry huffing as she passed, a few rushed ‘oh dear’s escaping her lips as she passed you, only briefly making eye contact as she scurried back into her flat, red-faced. Taking that as your cue, you started up the stairs to the flat, fully expecting to see the flat in complete disarray, and you weren’t disappointed.

The papers from the now-closed case were still strewn across the flat, stuck to the walls, laid out on the desk, tucked under the tea cups on the small side table. The tea cups, several sat on the desk untouched and probably growing a few types of fungus that Sherlock could happily describe for you. The pillows from the sofa were thrown about the flat as Sherlock stood on the sofa, feet buried in the sofa cushions and tape measure I hand as he stretched it across the wall in front of him, a HB pencil clenched between his teeth.

“Thank God you’re here!” John poked his head out of the kitchen as if weary of the man in the living room. He gestured for you to step into the kitchen, with a final glance at the tall consulting detective, you slipped into the kitchen.

“How long has he been like this?” you asked, setting your bag down on the cluttered kitchen table. Piles and piles of old experiments were stacked tall, filling up almost the entire surface of the table and from the darkening black patch by one of the chairs you had no doubt that Sherlock had blown something up today, yet another thing to add to the list of problems for you and John.

“A couple of hours now, I stupidly thought that solving the case would change his mood, but it only seemed to make him more antsy for another one-” He sighed. “Sorry it’s so late, I know you usually sit down and read about now. I didn’t want to bother you but with Mrs Hudson threatening eviction I thought it best not to wait.” You smiled at your friend and shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s been a while since he’s been like this so it was expected sooner or later. Better sort him out before Mrs Hudson really does chuck him out.” The two of you chuckle at the thought of a homeless Sherlock, it’s not really a sight either of you can imagine fully. But you had no doubt that his homeless network would really find him the best spots in London to squat.

“You don’t mind if I take a quick walk do you? I’ve been cooped up in here for a few hours trying to sort him out, just need bit of fresh air.” You shook your head and hurried John out of the kitchen door and down the stairwell. You knew it would be easier to deal with Sherlock without John around anyway. Not that John was a problem, but with Sherlock like this and his habit of making unsavory comments without fully thinking of the consequences, it would be easier than having a row start between the two flat mates.

You paused for a moment and brushed your finger against the black mark on the table top and inspected the pad of your finger. That’ll come off with some polish, you decided. Stepping back out of the kitchen and into the living room, your eyes zeroed in on the consulting detective who had now abandoned the tape measure and was gently knocking against the wall looking for a hollow sounding area.

“No.” You spoke clearly, catching the attention of the detective who had yet to notice you. Spinning on his heels, his eyes flashed at you wide and adorable. It kind of reminded you of a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. His mouth started to open but you shut him down quickly. “No,” You gave him a stern look. “That wall has all of the major electricity lines and one of the main water pipes. No.”

“There’s no way you could possibly know that just from looking at the wall-” Sherlock argued.

“No I couldn’t. I know because I had to get the schematics for the flat after you started shooting the walls because you were banned from in-person cases and blew the power out in this side of London,” You reminded. “An event that Mycroft still calls ‘The Great COVID Blackout’.” Sherlock’s nose scrunched at the mention of his brother. “Now, are you going to sit down or am I going to have to use that self-defense training program you insisted I go on to incapacitate you?” You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as his eyes narrowed at you, trying to deduce if you were serious or not. Your unwavering stance must have given him his answer as he slowly stepped down from the sofa and settled his feet back on the floor calmly.

“Why are you here?” You were very rarely offended by Sherlock’s blunt words, it just wasn’t worth the energy when you also knew that he rarely meant it to come across in that way. “No, don’t answer that. You’re here in your night clothes, your kindle is tucked in your bag and your hair is done up which means it’s late- John called you. Why?”

“Probably because his roommate was threatened with eviction after planning to renovate their rented flat and set the landlady off.” “Mrs Hudson wouldn’t evict me. She still owes me for getting her husband executed.”

“Favours do expire Sherlock. They have their limits.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Really?” You nod. “Oh. Well John wouldn’t let her evict me.” “Have you been experimenting today?” You think back to the two mugs settled on the kitchen counter, one sporting a brownish green sludge at the bottom.

“Yes, why- Oh.”

“Right come on,” You clapped your hands, moving towards him and grabbing one of his hands to pull him over to his chair. You ignored the sounds of protest from Sherlock as you settled on the chair and tugged on his arm. “Sit down,” you instructed. Sherlock sighed and complied, dropping onto the floor and crossing his legs underneath him. You grabbed the TV remote and switched it on. “What should we watch? Bones or Criminal Minds?” you pondered.

“Why do we have to watch a crime show? They’re always so inaccurate-” You flick the TV onto an episode of Criminal Minds. “Look, the killer’s using tape- what about finger prints? They don’t need to study his behaviour, just find the prints-” You smiled softly, fiddling with a few strands of Sherlock’s curly hair in your lap as he rattled on about the mistakes of the Unsub and the BAU team.

It was around an hour later that John returned to the flat. Pushing open the front door of 221, he was relieved to hear nothing. The light under Mrs Hudson’s door was now off, meaning she had slipped into bed, no longer tormented by her tenant’s renovation plans. The light on the landing let off a soft glow as John started up to the flat. A heavy wave of relief swept through him as he noticed the lack of banging, drilling, sawing or any construction noises at all. You had managed to talk him out of it for now. He reached the top of the stairs and could hear the muffled sounds of the TV in the flat. Stepping into the kitchen he could see that the place was still a pig sty but at least there wasn’t any knocked down walls or partially constructed extensions. The mess could be dealt with in the morning.

As he turned the corner and peeked - still a little cautiously into the living room - a soft smile graced his face. Your back was pressed against one of the arms of Sherlock’s chair, your legs swung over the opposite side. Sherlock’s was still perched on the floor with his legs crossed, his head dropped back against your stomach, with your right hand resting on top. Your fingers rhythmically threading through his curly brown locks, soothingly. John flicked his eyes up to the TV screen to see an episode of Criminal Minds playing, Sherlock’s face scrunched in distaste as he watched the team profile the murderer. Your other hand held your kindle tightly, your fingers set comfortably around the flower pop socket on the back as you occasionally flicked the pages with your thumb.

John couldn’t help but watch in awe for a moment. No one he knew had ever been able to soothe Sherlock in the way that you could. Not him, not Mrs Hudson and certainly not his brother, not even his parents had this calming effect that you had. He wondered if Sherlock would ever confess to the effect you had on him, or explain why you had such an effect on him. John knew the reason, Mrs Hudson knew the reason… did Sherlock? Did you?

You were always just as oblivious as Sherlock. John had mentioned to you once or twice about how you effected the consulting detective, but you couldn’t see it. You wouldn’t admit to the effect you so clearly had on him nor would you confess to the butterflies that whirled in your stomach whenever you were this close to him.

You caught John’s eye and must’ve made an educated guess of what he was thinking as you rolled your eyes and shook your heads. Deciding that now was probably not the time to bring up the obvious pink elephant that shared the living room with the three of you, John mouthed a ‘thank you’ to you and you nodded, letting out a quiet yawn. He bidded a quick farewell to the pair of you before shuffling out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. On his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but wonder how long the two of you would remain oblivious.

As he reached the top of the staircase he paused and chuckled. Lovesick idiots.

#sherlock x reader #sherlock oneshot #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock holmes oneshot #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock oneshot #bbc sherlock imagine #request #reqs open #requests open #anon ask

777 notes · View notes

targaryenrealnessdarling · 8 months

Text

A Perfect Score - Chapter 2 - Sub-Zero | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: You move in to the Targaryen home and begin training with Aemond | Word Count: 7.3k~ | Warnings under the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: Aemond being a general cock, sexism, classism, sexual tension 😘, swearing

A/N: I want to apologise for the long chapter, but I don't think I will 😙

Comments, reblogs & likes are always appreciated in this household. I love u 😚

You want to say that the hardest part of moving away was the packing, but that wouldn’t quite be true.

The hardest part was looking out the car window and seeing Ellyn on the side of the road, waving you off with both hands, looking significantly more excited about the prospect than you were. You laughed at her enthusiasm and waved back, not wanting to admit that you were misty-eyed as the car had pulled away from your flat.

Everything you could stuff inside a suitcase had been shoved into the back of the car, and Rhaenys, despite how she may appear, was stronger than she looked and managed to haul it all into the boot. She was meeting with Baela and Rhaena that evening, renewing their contracts, so she couldn’t see you off either, which meant sitting in the back of the car the Targaryens had sent for you alone. To ponder in your thoughts, your thumb between your teeth, chewing at the nail nervously.

The entire ride to their home, you wondered if you’d done the right thing. After you had decided to go ahead with it, your phone exploded with an onslaught of text messages, some from good friends and some from people who had risen from the dead and hadn’t spoken to you in years. Perhaps trying to get in on some of the success that had managed to sweep your way.

The driver doesn’t make conversation the entire way there, at least until he pulls up to the electric gates that close off the long road up to the property.

“There is no need to be nervous,” he says, making you meet his deep brown eyes in the rear-view mirror. He wears a grey suit, with a cream-white undershirt beneath it. He has such dark hair and eyes, he could only be Dornish.

You force a reassuring smile to your face, trying to be convincing.

“Ms Hightower is very accommodating”

You cock your head, “Not Mrs Targaryen?”

His eyes meet yours again once the gate is completely open, revving the engine, “No” he simply replies, and you’re not able to see the rest of his face when he says it, but it must be stoic from the tone of his voice.

You watch as you lean over to the middle of the backseat as he advances down the long driveway, the house most obscured by trees until he gets closer. And when he does, the sight is quite something. Your mouth hangs slightly open as you gaze over the ivy-covered house, with several floors and historic windows. It is truly a sight to behold.

You’d laughed at Jace when he said it was their ancestral home, but now looking at it, you completely believe him. Who wouldn’t want to pass this beautiful home down to their children? You’re surprised actually that they’re allowing you to stay here for the duration of your contract and can’t help but wonder…if they usually do that.

Your look of awe continues even as the brown haired man helps you out of the car, closing the door behind you.

It’s all so grand, you sort of feel out of place in sweatpants, a jumper and trainers, a feeling that’s exacerbated as you step into the foyer of their home, your backpack heavy on your shoulders.

“Thank you…?” you smile politely at the brown-haired man as he brings your suitcase inside.

“Criston Cole” he nods, a smile never making its way on his face the entire time you’ve spoken to him, “I’ll take these to your room”

You’re not sure how he manages both the suitcase as well as the backpack you previously had, but he trudges them up the winding grand staircase anyway.

The foyer is clean, with a few pillars decorating the sides and large portraits adorned by golden frames embellished on the walls There’s several portraits of people you don’t recognise at all, all with that familiar platinum hair and pale eyes. The first is a woman, perhaps early twenties, who looks an awful lot like Helaena when you saw her at the schmoozing event, except this woman has sharper eyes and a stronger jawline, whereas Helaena has soft, kind eyes.

Your trainers squeak against the waxed floor as you pace to the next, the one you recognise as Viserys Targaryen, the famous Olympic judge, ousted from his position. He died several years ago. Alzheimer's. Something curls in your gut at the thought of the family dynamic, you could see him being a harsh father. The portrait right beside it is none other than the Sweetheart of Oldtown herself, Alicent Hightower. It’s clearly a recent-ish portrait, with age her lips had turned down into a frown, and the youthful innocence you had seen her have on TV had dulled somewhat into a motherly gaze. She still looked beautiful though, and you can’t help but feel sorry for the fact that her youthful carefree nature had been stripped from her much too soon.

And then there was the last portrait at the end. There were four little platinum heads, all of varying ages, but mostly all of them teenagers or less. Clearly the two stood were Aegon and Helaena, looking the closest together in age, probably no more than fifteen or sixteen in this particular painting, and all looking away from the observer. Seated on the floor, was another pale-haired child you don’t recognise at all, a book nestled in his lap. And then there’s the last, leaning against a chair, looking only around eleven or twelve. You have to admit, at first you don’t recognise him without the scar. But it must be him. Aemond.

He almost looks sad. All of them do.

“There you are” a pleasant, soft voice rolls through the foyer, stealing your attention from the portraits. It takes you a moment, but the auburn curls give it away. Alicent Hightower.

Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

She approaches with a warm smile, immediately enveloping you in a motherly hug.

“I hope your journey wasn’t too long” she says with her arms on yours, her cosy brown eyes crinkling up with her smile.

“Oh no, it was fine, thank you”

“Did Ser Criston give you an earful?” she teases, laughing when she sees your panicked face, “I’m only joking. Ser Criston isn’t one for conversation”

So I see.

“Admiring the portraits?” she smiles, joining at your side to glance up at the portrait of the four pale-haired children.

You hum and nod, “Although, I don’t recognise him?” you point to the youngest.

“Ah, that’s Daeron, my youngest boy. He is in Oldtown at the moment training for his first championships. We will probably cross paths with him at some point when we go on our tour”

“Oh right” you reply. They all look so similar in this photo, when they were younger, “I almost didn’t recognise Aemond”

Alicent visibly stiffens, biting her lower lip only slightly, “I don’t blame you, child. He did look quite different before the accident. But the personality remains”

The accident?

You look at her, admiring the way her eyes glimmer seeing her children so young again, “Has he always…?”

She meets your eyes, an amused smile only half held back, “been difficult?”

You swallow anxiously, not wanting to offend. But it’s somewhat lifted when Alicent laughs breathily, “He was half Aegon’s size, but twice as fierce” she muses, “But now he towers over all of us, with the personality to match”

You bite your lip, “I can hardly wait to see them all skate, Mrs-”

“Alicent, please just call me Alicent” she smiles, turning towards the stairs “Now come, I’ll take you to your room. Ser Criston should have all your things in there. Are you hungry?”

You can’t help but smile the entire time you’ve spent in Alicent’s presence. For someone who was in the limelight and barraged by paparazzi all those years ago, she is surprisingly lovely. She takes you up to your new room, which, to be honest, renders you speechless for a long moment. It’s a lot bigger than any room you’ve had before, maybe even bigger than the entirety of the flat you shared with Ellyn. It has tall period-style windows, the colour neutral and cosy and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ready to jump into that Queen sized bed right now.

She quickly points out the rest of her children’s rooms a bit further down the hall, noting that Aemond’s room is across the hall to yours, but with the doors not directly in front of each other. A fact that gives you a little relief.

The kitchen is no different from the rest of the house, bright, airy and spotless.

At the breakfast table sits a woman you recognise as Helaena, her long wavy hair in a loose plait down her back. She’s flicking through a magazine twirling a spoon in her hand as she casually eats a snack, but her head flits up right into a smile once she hears footsteps and sees you.

Alicent smiles, “This is my daughter, Helaena”

She rounds the kitchen counter, and she either ignores your outstretched hand or doesn’t see it, but the air is knocked out of you when she pulls you into a hug that surprises you with its intensity.

She pulls away, a soft smile on her face, “It is so good to meet you!” she beams, “It’ll be nice to have someone else to skate with”

“Aw, thank you. I can’t wait to work with all of you”

Alicent smiles at the interaction, “Helaena does Pairs with Aegon”

And just like that, all the air seems to be sucked out of the room. Helaena’s expression falters and she briefly looks at her mother, exasperated, and then back at you, but now with a forced smile.

“Have you seen the ice rink yet?”

“Uh…no, I just got here really”

“Come on” she says excitedly, taking one of your hands, “I’ll take you”

You give a quick wave to Alicent who stands by in the kitchen, an unreadable look on her face as she watches her daughter pull you along. You weren’t sure what you were expecting in regards to family dynamics within a figure skating family, but it’s all becoming clearer by the second.

Once out of earshot, Helaena huffs, “I wish she wouldn’t say that as if it’s my whole personality”

She leans down to pull her trainers on, leading you out of the back door to their vast gardens. As expected, all mown and perfectly green.

You’re unsure if you should ask given that you only really just met, but you can’t help yourself, “I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have-”

“No, no it’s not that, you didn’t say anything wrong” she interjects, crossing the gardens to the back of the property, across the cobblestoned path and swinging open the gates, “It’s just always business with Mum, it gets annoying that’s all”

You nod, “I can understand that”

“Are you parents the same?”

You shake your head, “No, the opposite actually. But still…I get it. I'm sorry about your Dad by the way”

She pulls a face, "Don't be. Poor thing was suffering for far too long". When she responds like that, you kind of regret ever asking. It doesn't sound like they were close, or at least Helaena anyway. You wonder if it's any different with the boys.

You smile reassuringly at her, and she gives you one in understanding back, not pressing any further.

Behind the back of the property, largely obstructed by trees, is a building, looking very much like a sort of sports hall.

“Is all this yours?”

Helaena nods, pushing the door to let you inside, “Yep! It’s all private, so this is where we’ll be practising. Grandfather’s weird about us using public ice rinks”

You can’t find it in yourself to reply when you see the inside. For a private rink, it’s absolutely huge. Seems almost a waste for it to be only used by four people regularly.

“The gym is that way” Helaena points, “Aemond is usually there all morning. Me and Aeg prefer to sleep in a bit more”

At the mention of Aemond, your mood somewhat sours. Ever since first meeting him all those weeks ago at the schmoozing event, you can still see the self-assured, twatty look on his face.

I’m not sure you can handle it.

You’ll be eaten alive.

Irritation and, you hate it, but also self-consciousness eats at your insides at what he’d said. The idea of having to see him everyday. Work with him. It sends dread working its way through your veins, anger burrowing its way inside. Gods, he was such a dick.

“I know that look” Helaena smirks,

“What?”

“It’s the look Floris Baratheon had when she met Aemond for the first time”

You raise an eyebrow, “A common feeling then”

Helaena pulls a face, her lips forming a line, “He’s not really a people person”

“And I’m supposed to do Pairs with him”

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better I am literally doing Pairs with my asshat of a brother”

You smile, “At least he’s your brother”

Helaena produces a box from a locker, looking excited, “This came for you from Rhaenys”

You keep forgetting that technically, Helaena and her family are related to Rhaenys in some way, so they knew of her already, being Viserys’ cousin.

She hands the box to you like it’s precious, and it definitely looks like it. It’s white with a ribbon tied around the middle. The note that’s nestled between it reads, ‘Good luck out there. R x’.

Excitedly, you pull off the knot, Helaena and you gasping in breathy unison when you see the most gorgeous pair of skates you’ve ever seen nestled inside. They’re just so brand new and shiny, that it almost seems a waste to use them for yourself. But nonetheless, you reach inside and adore their bright white leather fabric, smiling at the kindness of the gesture from your manager since they must have cost a small fortune.

“Gods, they’re gorgeous” Helaena beams, “Shall I go and get mine and we’ll skate?”

You nod excitedly, hardly wasting time and pulling off your trainers, eager to get back on the ice again.

You’re out on the rink before Helaena, the new skates slicing through the top layer of ice in such a satisfying way it tickles something comforting in your brain. Pushing off to go faster, you do several laps, leaning down to feel the sensation of the cold on your fingertips. Being out on the ice like this, outside the realm of competitions, it reminds you of why you love it. Feeling like you’re flying, gliding so effortlessly like you could be swimming through air, and the soft feeling of the air conditioning through your hair.

Helaena joins after a moment, with pale cream skates, and though you are both in the same industry it does strike you how different your styles are. Hers are precise, calculated, whereas yours, while you do have to judge your moves before you do them, it’s clearly not as well thought out. You chop it up to, realistically, her being from a figure skating family.

She even puts some music on, the tunes boosted through the speakers at either side of the rink. And after some time, showing one another your favourite moves, as well as the moves you don’t like so much, after saying you love how the two-foot spin looks, she rests her hands on her hips, insisting you show her.

So you do. And it’s such a nice atmosphere, that you don’t hold back. You do it as quickly as you can humanly do, making sure to do as Rhaenys instructed so you don’t get too dizzy. Finishing with an exit push with your arms stretched out.

“Floris couldn’t do that without going cross-eyed!”

You both gasp as the double doors slam shut, revealing a wide-grinned Aegon leaning lazily against the side of the rink.

“Bet you can’t do double lutz” Aegon smirks,

“Double lutz is for babies”

“Okay, triple then”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll need to gather some speed first”

Aegon chuckles, “It sounds like you’re making excuses”

Your gaze flits to the other blonde who has just walked in, who is so preoccupied looking down at the floor and pulling his hair into a loose bun that he hasn’t realised you’ve seen him.

Aemond.

You take Aegon’s challenge and push off on your skates, doing a few laps around the rink to gather the speed you need. The lutz, at least the double, is child’s play, and you’re pretty sure you could do that with your eyes shut. The triple requires an extraordinary amount of balance, practice and judgement. Not only the actual move itself, but the dismount needs to be smooth.

The only sound in the room right now is the low volume of whatever music Helaena had put on, and the crunching and cutting of the ice beneath your blades. Approaching backwards, you push off into the air, pulling your arms in for the spin, and dismount, arms outstretched for balance.

You’ll never get tired of that feeling. Ever.

Taking a steady breath, you ride the speed all the way to the edge of the rink, looking up at the two Targaryen brothers as you do. Aegon still has a lazy smile on his face while he mutters something quietly to Aemond, who in turn, doesn’t appear to be listening. Instead his gaze, stoic and borderline unreadable, is trained entirely on you.

He looks pissed. For what reason? You’ve no idea.

You don’t even attempt to hide the smirk on your face.

Aegon nudges his shoulder and it seems that sets him off, and Aemond hurriedly leaves before you get a chance to pull your trainers back on and make your way over. You feel your heart going fast in victory, adrenaline pumping through your veins at showing him that you’re not just an empty-headed girl with no real talent.

You would show him what you’re made of. Starting today.

Helaena furrows her brows, “What’s wrong with him?”

“What’s not wrong with him?” Aegon counters, watching as Aemond makes his way back to the house, “He’s always got a stick up his arse. Maybe that’s why he’s so tall”

As you all laugh your way back to the house for dinner, you see Aemond through the glass doors, leaning over the kitchen counter, looking less than enthused at a conversation he’s having with his mother, pinching the bridge of his nose at the same time.

He doesn't look up when the glass doors open.

"Mother, that smells divine" Aegon shouts obnoxiously loud, waltzing into the kitchen.

Helaena slaps the back of his head, "She didn't make dinner, dumbass"

"Stop it, you two and just sit down for dinner please" Alicent breathes, closing her eyes as if the mere presence of her two children has given her a migraine.

The two eldest Targaryens continue to bicker, the sound of them slapping each other harmlessly echoes through to the dining room. Before joining them, you meet Aemond's cold gaze.

He's still hunched over the counter, one finger rapping on the marble in barely-contained annoyance, even the muscle of his jaw twitches. Every bit of him is rigid, seething with anger or irritation. For a moment, his icy glare seems to pierce right through you, setting every hair on edge, like being caught in the headlights in the dark.

He can be a dick and devastatingly handsome at the same time. Right?

He doesn't say a thing and watches as you walk away to the dining room, his gaze following your movements. Alicent says something in a hushed manner to him, but you're too far away to hear it.

You take a seat next to Helaena at the end of the table as the food is all bought out. From this angle you see Otto Hightower arrive in the kitchen, sporting rather posh clothing once again, greeting his daughter with a kiss on the cheek, and barely greeting Aemond at all, simply nodding in his direction. They act more like colleagues passing each other, rather than family.

Gods, the dynamics just get weirder.

"Ah, you've arrived. I hope you are settling in well" Otto says as he enters the dining room. You stand from your chair, shaking his hand, seeing Aemond take his seat opposite Helaena.

"Thank you, yes, Helaena has been showing me the ice rink"

"She did a triple lutz" Helaena beams at her grandfather. This dynamic surprises you the most, as Otto manages a genuine smile at his only granddaughter.

Aegon has managed to shove food into his mouth already, earning a half-hearted slap off Alicent, "Triple axel next" he grins at you.

"Deal" you smirk, not missing the way Aemond sighs, subtly rolling his eye and turning away.

Otto sits beside Aemond, while Alicent takes up her presumably regular seat at the head, making you feel quite lonesome on your end, with a spare seat beside you and an empty one in front. Being sat within eyesight of Aemond no less.

The food is placed on the table, and then the staff pours some wine for everyone in attendance and takes their spots in the room, making it feel so much more formal than a simple dinner. It feels like a job interview, where you have to be careful about every little thing you say. Except the job interviewer is staring right at you, and you know that if they start writing something down, you’ve fucked up.

"Prayer before we begin"

You watch in semi-awkwardness as every member of the family sits in silence while Alicent does her prayer, her golden ring clad fingers intertwined on the table in front of her. Out of respect, despite not being so devout, you clasp your hands together, not quite able to bring yourself to close your eyes.

Aegon luckily sighs right afterwards, bending over the table to dish himself some food before passing it to Helaena, breaking the silence in the room.

After a moment, Alicent speaks, stabbing some salad with her fork, "So, my darling, how did you get into figure skating?" She asks you, seeming genuinely interested.

Willing the warmth at your cheeks to not give away how caught off guard and stared at you feel, you splutter a reply after taking a hesitant sip of wine, "Um, well, some of my family were - involved in skating"

She nods, "Oh I see. From what house?"

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, "Ah - of no notable family, I'm afraid"

The silence is deafening. And you swear you’ve never felt smaller in your life.

"I'm terribly sorry, do forgive me" Alicent immediately apologised, but you shake your head, looking down at your plate, stabbing a new potato and plopping it into your mouth.

"It's fine, really"

For a few moments, all that can be heard is the sound of cutlery scraping against the plates, which for some reason feels even louder in the grand expanse of the dining room. Aemond is eating slowly on purpose, spending a large portion of the meal with his good eye traced in your direction, and try as you might, it burns to be under his gaze for a long time.

"I understand you are close with Floris' sister, Ellyn I believe?" Alicent continues. It's nice that she's trying to make some effort in conversation, where everyone else feels too awkward to.

You nod, "Yes, we were flatmates"

"And how is Floris?"

"Doing well, I've been told. She'll need some months to recover entirely though"

Aegon scoffs, "She did do a number on it. Saw the whole thing happen, dozy bitc-ow!", Helaena slaps his arm in reprimand.

Alicent glares at her two eldest before turning back to you, "I am happy to hear Floris is doing well. I can't say how happy we are to have you with us" she smiles.

Aemond makes the only sound you've heard him make all day.

He laughs. A half-hearted chuff, coupled smug smile.

Your eyes narrow on him.

"Something funny?" You ask. His amused face turns to meet yours, his fork clattering on his plate. He leans back in his seat, legs stretched under the table, invading the space around him.

"No. Nothing"

"You laughed"

"No, it's just-"

"Just what"

At your lowered tone, his eye really does meet yours. His expression of amusement falters just for a second, before pressing his lips together, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

"Just be interesting to see how you handle it. It's a lot of pressure" he hums, "might be difficult, for someone of your background"

You bite your lip. The words echo once again, making your grip tighten on your fork. His voice is so patronising, you want to climb over the table and slap his stupid nepo-baby fucking face. Otto visibly bristles next to him, trying to appear as if he isn’t hearing a word.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Thanks for your concern" you reply flatly.

"Floris couldn't handle it"

"Well, it's a good job my name isn't fucking Floris isn't it"

Silence.

You and Aemond stare at each other like it's a competition. He bites his lip, as if wondering what to say next, his pupil dilated so wide you can barely see the blue there. The expression he wears is difficult to decipher, but eventually he yields, his eye flicking down to his plate.

Fuck this.

You stand up, looking at Alicent, trying to calm your breathing, "May I be excused, I'm just tired from travelling"

Alicent nods quickly, wanting to dispel the tension, "Of course, my darling"

You don't need to be told twice, you shift past Helaena and Aegon, right into the hallway, feeling the hot frustration behind your eyes. And all you hear is Aegon mutter, 'nice one, bro' before you're out of earshot.

With your blood roaring in your ears with rage, you barely remember slamming the bedroom door and shedding all your clothes. It was there, underneath the steady stream of warm water in the en-suite shower that you begin to reflect on what Aemond had said, the hot spread of embarrassment in your chest reminding you of his harsh words.

He is so fucking rude. Classist. Nepo-baby. Arrogant. A dash of sexism perhaps?

And an all round dickhead.

Though you feel a little bad for disrupting dinner, you just couldn't allow yourself to tolerate that. And judging by the heightened tone of Alicent’s voice downstairs, she wasn’t going to either. He seemed a bit taken off guard that you'd even said something back. Perhaps Floris hadn't been so…intolerant and bitey.

And you're supposed to have a routine with him. Wake up, work out, practise with him for several hours a day. It's literally written in your contract that you have to see this man.

You sit on the bed, towel around you, for an obscenely long time, with your hair wet around your shoulders now starting to frizz up. The warmth of the shower you just spent a small lifetime in is still warming your bones, but more than anything, dread creeps in, stealing it and leaving a cold sensation behind. One that makes you a little homesick, or just desperate to see someone familiar.

Your phone pings (surprisingly given the Targs seem to live in the middle of nowhere so you're making do with 3G) and you can't help but grin at the texts.

What a golden retriever of a man.

Ellyn also seems to have you on the brain as well, following up with a text only a few minutes later. Is everyone fucking talking about you?

She's so sweet it's gross.

You break a small smile at their chirpy text messages. Realistically you could text Rhaenys, tell her everything that's happened, she'd waste no time in coming to the rescue.

But it would also mean letting her down. Letting yourself down.

Letting Aemond win.

And that wasn't going to fucking happen.

Words can't describe how much you didn't want to pry yourself from the cosiest bed you've ever slept in. But needing to pee, being hungry and also the alarm on your phone signalling that it was 04:30 in the morning, unfortunately all would work in favour of finally getting up.

It doesn't even really bother you waking up early anymore. In the beginning it was torture, having to be awake so quickly and then straight in the gym and the ice for training. Several times Rhaenys had to drag you from your bedsheets in the morning, back in the early days.

But now, as you brush your teeth and wash your face, pulling on some semblance of sportswear to begin your training day, it feels more difficult than usual to get ready, knowing that he is going to be there as well. Skating with you. Having to touch you.

There doesn’t seem to be a moment’s fucking reprieve in this household as you close your bedroom door and are greeted by the sight of Aemond’s bedroom door wide open. He’s sat, fully clothed in black on an armchair, pulling a pair of shoes on. The short sleeves show just how muscly his arms and shoulders are as it sticks to him like a second skin, whereas before you weren’t able to see.

Since he's leaned over, several strands have made its way out his loose silver bun, hanging straight before his face. That as well as the silver chain that sways over the rounded collar of his shirt.

A part of you is intrigued to see what such a tall, lithe man looks like on the ice. Would he be graceful, despite his stature?

Hearing your bedroom door open, he looks up, double tying the shoes he was wearing. When your eyes meet, he visibly pushes his top and bottom teeth together in annoyance, as if she's just desperate to say something. His breathing noticeably heavier at having seen you.

You want to say something.

To tell him how much of a dick he is.

How he made you feel.

But you assume he must know this already and yet continues in the way that he acts. That’s almost the worst part about it.

You swear his eye looks you up and down. Right from your feet, over your middle, chest and then back to your face. Not a quick motion either. It was calculated. Taking in the very clothes you’re wearing, which isn’t anything special, just the sportswear you always wear when training. Now, with your arms and chest on show in the tank top and skin tight leggings, you feel very on show. Judged almost.

Your gut swirls with nerves all of a sudden, and you swallow whatever saliva you had in your mouth and turn away from him finally with a sigh. Each foot heavily trudging down the stairs. You manage to make it to the kitchen, leaning against the counter nursing a glass of orange juice in an effort to wake yourself and also to psych yourself up for working with Aemond for the first full day. Usually waking up early doesn’t bother you, but with the dread and nerves, your eyes feel heavy and itchy.

Aemond shuffles into the kitchen not a few minutes later, making a point of slipping narrowly past you along the kitchen to fill up his water bottle. The silence between you both is exaggerated by the trickling of water into his cup, and the sound he makes when he takes a few heavy sips, making you feel as if you have lead in your stomach.

In your periphery you see him, tall and slender in the middle, his head tipped back and throat bobbing as he drinks almost the entirety of the bottle in one go. You realise you’re staring when he brings it from his lips, his good eye making contact with yours, before refilling his water bottle again.

“Regretting the partnership?” he asks without looking at you.

Your cheeks burn at having been caught staring, so you flit back to your glass of orange juice, tapping the glass nervously, “Be lying if I said no”

He laughs through his nose, “Hm”

He can’t hum. That’s my thing.

“I can tell” he starts, to which you throw a pointed glare, “If a look could kill I’d be dead by now” Aemond muses, not doing a good enough job of not smiling, with the way his lips almost naturally curl upwards.

“Maybe if you weren’t such an rude, insufferable dick, I’d be more inclined to tolerate you”

He pushes his lips together, your quip only making him smirk even more, which he tries to hide by sipping some more water.

You shake your head, muttering under your breath, "Fucking nepo-baby"

And just like that, the air feels cold and he places his water bottle down on the counter with more force than you anticipated, "Don't call me that"

His jaw is tense. His eye serious.

Victory and pride swell in your head.

"Oh, have I touched a nerve?"

"Fuck off"

"So it's alright if you're a classist prick, but it's not okay when it's the other way around?"

"Shut u-"

"Gods, please" Aegon interrupts, walking groggily into the kitchen, wearing loose sportswear and carrying dark purple circles under his eyes, "Fucking hell guys, I walk in here and it drops a few degrees" he murmurs tiredly, propping up a foot to tie his laces.

You and Aemond never break your stare the entire time, and you feel your grip so tight on the glass, you're surprised it's not broken apart. He does as the same, a white knuckled grip on the edge of the counter, as if he is aching to say more.

He takes a noticeable deep breath and slips away from the counter, swinging the water bottle on one finger, "Be on the ice in 5" he says flatly, stepping out the glass doors to take the path down to the sports hall.

Once he's gone, the atmosphere lifts significantly and you feel for once you can breathe. You're only bought out of a trance when Aegon chuckles,

"He should apologise"

Slowly, you look over at Aegon, who is sat on the sofa, elbows rested on his knees.

"He should" you reply, "But I have a feeling he won't"

Aegon bites his lip looking away, confirming that you're right.

Having had enough of talking about him, you changed the subject, downing the rest of the juice and going to the sink to wash the glass.

"Forgive me if this sounds…judgemental" you start, "but you don't look like the figure skating type"

Aegon smirks, "You'd be right, all judgement aside, I'm not really the type"

“Then why are you in it?”

He shrugs, tugging his sweatpants over his hips a bit higher, “Family thing. Have to”

You don’t say it to him now, but you can’t help but think that’s a bit sad. That Viserys and Alicent’s children might feel pressured to be in the same business as her, just because of their family name.

“Don’t pull that face. Women love it” he smiles, “It’s half the reason I do it”

“For the women?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, they think guys in figure skating are sweet and sensitive, or something”

You laugh half-heartedly, “I’m not sure if that’s true for either of you”

Aegon grunts as he pulls himself to sit on the counter, “I don’t go for girls in figure skating. Too smart for the likes of me”

“I think that was a compliment?” you smile at him, to which he rolls his eyes.

Checking the time, you start to make your way out the glass doors.

“For the record” Aegon calls from the counter. You look back, half over the threshold, “That was the best triple lutz I’ve seen”

You smile at him, nodding in thanks.

“Except when I do it of course” he adds, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Goodbye, Aegon”

“Enjoy training with your favourite person!”

You don’t respond to that as you step to the back of the house, trailing the path you had done with Helaena only the day before, heart going fast with nerves and anticipation. The air conditioning of the sports hall hits you immediately, making goosebumps erupt on your arms, but you know you’ll just get warm as you train.

On the edge of the ice rink, Otto Hightower stands on the outside, hands behind his back as Aemond tends to do when stood still, watching his second grandson as he skates. Your feet halt in their tracks once you see a flash of white hair on the ice, flitting by your vision with such speed that it almost makes you question for a moment if it was real.

Otto coaches him from the side lines, instructing him on perfecting certain moves. But honestly, sometimes he needn’t bother. For such a tall, lithe man, he skates across the ice with such sharpness but also grace that it shocks you into a frozen stance, just observing.

You watch as Aemond builds speed, skating backwards, one foot lifted to start his Triple Lutz, the same move he saw you do the previous day with Helaena, he lifts his body with ease and lands with his long limbs outstretched. He does a few more moves at the advice of his grandfather, until Otto realises you are stood there. And it’s when Aemond looks over at you, slightly out of breath, gliding across the ice, that the illusion breaks, but not enough to lift your gaze from his broad chest.

“Good morning” Otto greets, only turning his body slightly.

You nod to him, blinking the trance away, “Morning”

“How did you find the routine?” he asks, referring to the video he’d sent, highlighting the routine you would practise with Aemond today. It was fairly standard, no lifts, (at least for the time being), something you could easily do. As expected with Pairs figure skating, there’s a lot of contact, which given how you and Aemond started the day, is making your stomach reel a little.

“Yeah looked all good to me”

“Wonderful. Shall we begin?” Otto smiles, barely visible beneath his beard, but you nod anyway.

Once you have your skates laced, you stand by the side lines, threading your hair through your fingers to get the majority of the hair out your face and into a ponytail, with only a few pieces too short and sitting by your jaw. You sigh, almost not wanting to acknowledge Aemond’s presence as you pause in the middle of the rink, where the routine begins.

To say Aemond wears all black, his ice skates are white, contrasting almost perfectly with his platinum hair which is still loose in a bun. And you notice all too well the closer he gets as he skates behind you that he is extremely tall, which of course you’d noticed before, but being in such forced proximity, it’s all the more obvious.

You both get into position, standing straight in front of him, his body behind you not quite touching. His hand slips between your waist and your arm, resting on your middle, his touch briefly brushing over your bare arm. If you didn’t have goosebumps before, you did now. Pairs always felt a bit…close. And you’d never done it professionally, but had dabbled before, so you at least know this is normal.

You put your hand over his, mirroring the stance you’re supposed to start with, your other hand behind your back. His hand and yours moves with your breathing against your ribs, and with his fingers splayed out, his hand is so large it covers a large portion of your torso. And you don’t quite know, but despite his god-awful attitude, the sheer closeness and intimacy of it has warmth pool in your stomach. But you blame it somewhat on nerves.

The music is classical, as are most of the Targaryen’s routines. And slowly you and Aemond skate, trying to avoid eye contact the entire time. It’s only a two minute routine, and yet it feels long. You didn’t know what to expect, but Aemond is strictly professional about it. He doesn’t say a word and is calculated and rigid about his movements, without any facial expression to give away what he’s really thinking as your hands join in several of the moves. And true to the rest of him, his hands are soft, the fingers long, his chest fairly broad, arms subtly well-muscled and legs that go on for days.

Not that it matters. The attitude on him is enough of a turn off.

Otherwise, he’d be an attractive guy.

The last proper move you do, is where he picks you up and throws you into a triple spin, not unlike the triple lutz, landing on one foot. And so as you both gain speed, gliding from one corner of the ice to the other, both his hands brace your waist as you skate backwards, applying the smallest amount of pressure that still makes you flush. It’s all very quick, and he lifts you with your help, spinning you just enough that you gain momentum and speed in the air, landing on one foot and dismounting as smooth as you can. You wobble a bit on the dismount, having not been flung in a while and you screw your face up, not entirely happy with the outcome.

After finishing the routine in the same position, Otto calls, “Very good. The dismount needs a little work, but I think you know that”

You nod, skating towards him, away from Aemond, who remains on his spot for a moment. You can’t help but feel the burn of his continued gaze on the back of your head though.

As you lean on the wall, Aegon and Helaena materialise from behind him, since they must be starting their own routines soon.

“Yeah, apart from looking like they want to murder each other it was great” Aegon muses, carrying his skates in his hand and flashing a look to Helaena. She presses her lips together, trying to not laugh out loud.

Otto is quiet for a moment, before nodding his head, “Well I shall leave you all to it. I need to speak to your mother” he turns to you, “I shall leave you in Aemond’s capable hands”

He doesn’t even wait to see the fallout, insisting on leaving this tense atmosphere as soon as possible and ducks out through the doors where he came in. You sigh, turning, almost bumping your chest right into Aemond not realising he was there. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue in what you observe is pure annoyance.

“Right” he says finally, “Spins”

Charming.

You nod wordlessly, getting into position and crossing your ankles, into something akin to a ballet stance, all while Aegon and Helaena are practising on the other end of the rink, the music playing loud enough to mask the sound of their skates. Aemond stands behind you, hand on hips observing, and you’re about to go into the third spin when he steps forward to your back.

“You need to keep your back straight,” he comments in a low tone.

He pushes his fist square in the middle of your back, his other hand tugging one shoulder gently back to improve your posture. The entire notion happens so quickly that it genuinely catches you off guard, and you pray to all the gods that exist that he didn’t hear the tiny gasp that came out of your mouth. It just slipped out so involuntarily, now your face is starting to burn.

“Better” he says.

When he steps away, you move your shoulders, readjusting. But the burn where his hands had been didn’t disappear.

The fluttering feeling that erupted in your gut when he’d first placed his hand over your middle, hadn’t faltered. Not even a little bit.

And finally, your head, that felt as if it were filled with cotton, was whirring a million miles an hour at the closeness between you.

You thought maybe it would disappear after a few hours.

But you were more mad at yourself, that it didn’t seem to.

Bold means I couldn't tag!

613 notes · View notes

mrwavellswaps · 9 months

Text

Aftermath of the Homo-Bomb (Andrew and Mateo)

(Make sure to read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first!)

Wavell sat across from the happy gay couple who’d gleefully let him into their home. They were practically wrapped around each other on the couch, smiling and giggling as they subtly groped one another. It was as if they were trying to be civil but just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not that Wavell minded, if anything he thought it was cute. It reminded him of the way he was with Dane most of the time. So giddy and happy to be in the other’s company.

“Sorry uhh… what did you say you were here for?” The man in the red shirt asked with a smile, not remembering why exactly they’d let this stranger into their house.

“Well I was hoping I could ask the pair of you a few questions regarding the strange event that took place in this town recently. From what I know, a vast number of people here have been affected by some otherworldly power and my colleague and I have been gathering data on those who’ve experienced it. So what I wanna know is, have either of you been affected?” Wavell asked but of course he already knew the answer judging by the aura of magic emanating from the couple.

The two men looked at each other and giggled before holding hands. “Ohhh yeah. Big time.” The other man in the black shirt replied. “I still can’t believe it but honestly I think we’re happier than we’ve ever been!” He boasted before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a kiss.

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He watched as the pair stared at one another lovingly, practically undressing themselves with their eyes. “Well I’d be delighted if you could tell me all about it.” He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a note pad and pen before waving them about comedically. “My name is Mr Wavell by the way. And you are?…”

The man in the red shirt answered first. “My names Andrea-” He stopped rather suddenly, chuckling a little. “Sorry, I mean Andrew. Andrew Gardener” He corrected.

The other man seemed just as amused by the slip up. “And I’m Mateo Ramos.” He added.

Wavell quickly scribbled down the names of the two men. “Andrew and Mateo. Such wonderful names for an equally handsome couple” he complimented, causing the two men to blush. After which he went through the usual routine of questions. Asking their ages, what they do for work and what types of people they consider themselves to be. He quickly found out that they were both the same age, 28 years old, with Andrew being about 3 months older. As for jobs, Andrew explained how he worked a simple office job not far away while Mateo worked as a model and personal trainer. When asked how they’d describe themselves, Andrew seemed to think of himself as a quiet but hard working and considerate person while Mateo believed himself to be confident, outspoken and always driven towards his next goal. All stuff Wavell seemed happy to write down.

“Now tell me. What’s your story. How did the pair of you get affected by strange event that’s taken hold of this town?” Wavell finally asked, eager to know if these two were your average homo-bomb case of straights gone gay or if one or both of them were somehow anomalies.

Andrew and Mateo gave each other a knowing look look before Andrew decided to speak up. “Well you see, we were actually already a couple before this but we weren’t a gay couple…”

———

Night of the Homo-Bomb

After a long day of work, Mateo and his girlfriend Andrea had come home at last. Mateo had been fully booked for the day with clients to train at the gym while Andrea had been working non-stop at the office. Needless to say they were both happy to get home and chill out in each other’s company.

As they ate dinner together, Andrea went on to tell Mateo about her day. Telling him about how they’d been considering people for promotions at work recently so she’d been working extra hard to get one. She was already one of the most efficient workers amongst her peers anyway so she was hoping she’d have it in the bag. However for some reason they kept putting the men in her office at the top of the consideration even if they were objectively worse at the job than she was! She loved her colleagues but the blatant sexism her bosses were showing had her wanting to rip her hair out! She couldn’t help wishing she were a man like Mateo, maybe then she wouldn’t be undermined and under appreciated.

Mateo sympathised with his girlfriend. He knew how hard she worked and how she deserved a promotion more than anyone in that office. It was just a shame the higher ups were refusing to see that. All he could was console her while offering her the encouragement to keep being amazing until her bosses were forced to recognise her. Hearing that really seemed to put a smile on Andrea’s face,

Before they knew the couple were falling into bed together that night, kissing and holding each other close. It wasn’t long before they were fully nude and engaging in a little foreplay before Mateo got his cock lined up with Andrea’s entrance. The room filled with lustful moans as he made the plunge inside. Little did the two of them know, this was the last time they’d ever get to experience this type of sex…

Once both parties were satisfied they got themselves cleaned up and rolled back into bed, now completely exhausted. It wasn’t long before both Andrea and Mateo found themselves steadily drifting off to sleep and as Andrea's eyes fluttered shut, she couldn’t help wondering if her life would’ve been easier had she just been born a man instead.

Soon after the couple were fast asleep and holding one another close. Mateo’s large manly body pressed against Andrea’s smaller feminine one. Little were they aware however that a certain warlock and his dashing boyfriend were hovering above the town as they slept. Not long after that very same warlock unleashed a magic explosion on the town of which he deemed ‘The Homo-Bomb’. A powerful mass of magical energy designed to explode into a mist turning any straight man within its radius completely gay. And that’s exactly what it set out to do.

The purple mist surged across town, infecting many a man in its wake with its power and changing them for the better as the warlock deemed it. Naturally it didn’t take the magical fog very long to seep its way into Mateo and Andrea’s bedroom as well.

As expected the fog surged into Mateo’s body first after swiftly identifying him as a straight man. Pushing inside his muscular body through any entrance it could find. His mouth, his nose… his asshole. Infiltrating his body as efficiently as possible. Immediately his cock jumped up, hard as a rock once again, as the magic began twisting his desires. Any attraction he would’ve had towards women was morphed into an attraction to men. Filling his head with desires for big pecs, muscle butts and fat cocks. Not stopping until Mateo was completely and utterly homosexual with his current dream turning to that of a sex dream with all kinds of hunks surrounding and fucking him.

Normally the mist wouldn’t have a reason to stick around. The only other person in the house was Andrea and the warlock hadn’t programmed it to do anything women. Yet for some reason the magical fog was drawn towards her as well as it connected with her thoughts. Her wish to be a man. And so the fog did something it wasn’t programmed to do and entered the body of a straight woman…

Like Mateo, the mist coursed into her from every entrance it could until her body was filled with enough magic to begin some kind of transformation. Andrea couldn’t help tossing and turning as her body lit up with pleasure just as her boyfriends had before. Only it wasn’t her sexual desires that were going to change, it was her body.

Strangely enough the transformation began with her head. The likes of her long blonde hair receding significantly into a shorter, cropped cut before darkening to a brown hue. The soft shape of her face began to fade in favour of a sharper look that was most visible in her chin and jawline as they grew wider and more pronounced. Her eyes on the other hand became less feminine and more deepest while her eyebrows thickened and her nose broadened. Even her somewhat thin lips from before found themselves plumping up into lips that anyone would be lucky to kiss, only now they were being surrounded by a thick stubble that’d quickly sprouted across her face. As the last of her features readjusted themselves, Andrea’s head had transformed completely into that of a man. An odd contrast to her still womanly body for sure. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Once she had the face of a man, the transformation spread further down her body starting with her neck. It thickened quite noticeably as a lump in her throat made itself visible. Almost immediately her feminine moans turned to masculine grunts due to the sudden dropping of her vocal cords until it settled on a much deep commanding resonance.

Those same masculine groans would only continue to be heard as Andrea’s traps and shoulders began to bulge. Growing thicker and broader alongside her upper back. Already she was gaining that wide upper body shape that most men strived for which only looked more impressive as her chest started to develop. Her modest breasts shrunk down to almost nothing while her nipples became far less pronounced. Her chest didn’t stay small for longer however as moments after it began growing again, only this time with powerful muscle. Swelling into two powerful pecs that would demand attention from anyone that laid eyes on them. Looking like swollen pillows of muscle you could fall asleep on that could become hard as a rock with a single flex. While her waist reformed into a more masculine shape, her arms were already well on their way as well.

After her back and shoulders had grown to such a wide degree with powerful muscle, her still dainty arms and hands looked very strange. However they wouldn’t look out of place for long as veins ran along them, thick and pulsing. She grumbled in her sleep as her arms began pumping themselves up, her tiny hands growing into meaty calloused mits that were made for picking up heavy weights at the gym. All the while, biceps and triceps burgeoning with new size and muscle, gaining the kind of explosive strength Andrea could only have dreamed of! Soon enough her biceps and forearms were almost as big as her boyfriends, so thick and juicy. She could probably curl at least four times the weight she could before, maybe even more! With massive guns like those anyone would think twice before messing with her now, lest they want a taste of just how powerful her manly arms were.

With that Andrea’s whole upper half was all man. Huge back, giant arms, massive pecs. She was already becoming quite the specimen but of course her transformation wasn’t done just yet with her lower half still looking incredibly feminine. But that would be fixed soon enough.

The next target on the magic’s hit list was Andrea’s ass. She’d never been all that gifted in the rear area having always had a rather small butt. Or at least she did until now. When the transformation spread to her backside she couldn’t help clenching her ass tight while it changed. Before long it lost its feminine in favour of a more masculine form. But that wasn’t all as even after obtaining a man’s butt, it decided to grow like the rest of her body had so far. Fattening with muscle that caused her body to rise up a little until she finally adorned the kind of big round bubble butt you’d normally see on pro football players. Seems like she’d have to deal with people always wanting to walk behind her from now on just to watch her thick man butt jiggle with every step.

But with that one of the biggest changes was finally on the horizon. Andrea couldn’t help letting out a deep murmur in her sleep as her ovaries began twisting and pulling inside her. It was as if someone had stuck their hands inside her and was trying to pull them out somehow… and they succeeded. On their journey down her ovaries had morphed into a fat pair of testicles, protected by a large ball sack that’d pushed its way out and now sat comfortably between her legs as her pussy quickly began sealing up behind it. Just before it could finish however, a small fleshy tip pressed its way through. The small sensitive piece of flesh soon found itself growing at an alarming speed until it was fully recognisable as none other than a fat cock. It flopped and bucked around between Andrea’s legs as it proceeded to grow to its full soft length of five inches before continuing to grow via an erection. The bedsheets soon began to tent as her cock grew harder and harder by the second until it reached its full length of seven and a half inches with some hefty girth to go with it. For most men having a dick that big would be considered a dream come true on its own, not to mention the cum factory that was her fat bull nuts already churning plenty of semen.

With Andrea’s new manhood already locked and loaded, there was only one part of her body left. Her legs. And the very first thing they did upon begging touched by the magic was lengthen, increasing her height substantially. Her torso had already stretched taller whilst it was packing on muscle earlier so her total height by now must’ve been around 6’2, much greater than her former 5’7. But of course it wouldn’t stop there. Andrea couldn’t stop herself from mindlessly bucking her hips in her sleep, rubbing her erection against the bedsheets while her legs began to bulk up. Quads and hamstrings, all the muscles that made up her thighs, flexing involuntarily as with every flex they packed on more and more muscle. Becoming thicker by the second to help give her new balls plenty of protection. It was a good thing she slept naked as any underwear she’d have been wearing would’ve been easily torn apart by thighs as massive as hers were now. The kind of muscle thighs most people would beg to have their head between just so they can be pressed between their thickness and feel their power wrapping them up. Thankfully her calves also received a similar treatment, bulking up considerably with new mass which served to help round out her manly body. All that was left was for her dainty feet to expand and that’s exactly what they did, growing into huge size 13 men’s feet. There’s no way she’d be able to walk into a room from now on without someone noticing her thunderous footsteps.

With that a few final touches spread their way across Andrea’s body. Most notably a light dusting of body hair that covered her chest and legs to give her that extra sense of masculinity. And with Andrea’s transformation came to close with the magic believing it’d done its job in creating another homosexual man. Yet she still refused to wake from her deep slumber, instead beginning to toss and turn in bed with her hard cock bouncing all over the place until finally she found herself spooning Mateo. A small lustful grin spread across her face as she managed to slide her cock between her boyfriend's ass cheeks before subconsciously thrusting her cock back and forth between them. With how pumped she was already after such a transformation, it didn’t take long before Andrea was already blowing her first load all over Mateo’s back with a dumb satisfied smile all over her manly face.

The couple would certainly have quite the surprise waiting for them when they woke up the next morning…

———

“So you’re telling me that you went to sleep as a happy straight couple and by the time you woke up, Andrea had become Andrew and Mateo suddenly found he was into men now instead?” Wavell clarified while making notes.

“That’s pretty much it. Everything was normal when we went to bed but when we woke up, this is how things were.” Mateo confirmed, looking over at his once girlfriend now turned handsome boyfriend.

“I don’t even remember turning into a man honestly.” Andrew admitted as he ran a hand down his muscled torso. “I guess I slept through it somehow because when I woke up I was already a total hunk! I’m even wearing some of Mateo’s clothes because there was no way in hell any of mine were gonna fit.”

Wavell nodded. “Well I have to say this is certainly interesting. Mateo, you seem to have been affected in the same way as most other men in town. By far the most common theme has been straight men somehow turning gay.” He then turned to Andrew. “You on the other hand are much a different case. For a start hardly any women in town were affected at all so the fact that you were is already an anomaly. But unlike most men, you didn’t experience a change in sexuality but rather a physical transformation! I’ve come across a few others who’ve undergone things like muscle growth, age progression and more but you’re the first one I’ve seen to undergo a complete sex change from woman to man! It’s both incredible and perplexing…”

Andrew smiled. “Oh it’s definitely incredible alright.” He flexed a bicep before giving one of his pecs a squeeze through his shirt. “Being a man feels better than I could ever have imagined! Before I always felt weak and frail but now I’m just so huge and powerful! It’s fucking great! I can practically feel the testosterone flowing through me! Honestly I don’t even care how it happened, I’m just grateful that it did because I never want to go back!” He claimed boldly as one of his hands slid down towards his crotch before giving it a hefty squeeze. “I don’t have to deal with boobs, periods or getting pregnant anymore. Plus now that I’ve got this manly body and a dick between my legs, I can finally see what all this male privilege stuff is about!” He smirked. “Once everyone at work sees how I’ve changed, maybe those sexist old men at the top will finally consider me for a promotion now that I’ve got a pair of balls in my pants.”

Wavell seemed rather amused by the former woman’s response. “So I take it you’re happy with your new body Andrew?” He chuckled. “That said, might I ask what your favourite part of it is?”

Andrew thought about it for a moment, looking down at himself. “God I don’t know. There’s so many things I love about it. My deep new voice is one. I just love how masculine it sounds. My pecs feel amazing as well. One of the first things I did after waking up was trying to bounce them and I got the hang of it pretty quick.” He flexed his pecs a little through his shirt gleefully. “But fuck these arms feel amazing. The way my biceps bulge anytime I move them is just intoxicating. They’re just so massive and flexing them makes me feel like I'm invincible! Honestly I could go on about every part of my body but I’ve gotta say, as predictable as it sounds, I think my favourite part has got to be this new cock.” He admitted as the very manhood he spoke of began chubbing up a little in his pants. “I was a little nervous to touch it at first because it was so weird and different from what I’m used to but after I got in the shower for the first time, I couldn’t help touching it. It’s crazy how it can go from being so soft and floppy to hard and firm at just the slightest stimulation. And I have to admit, cradling my balls felt pretty good as well.” His face went a little red, feeling as though he might’ve overshared a little.

“Well I’m glad to hear you seem so comfortable with your new body already. Not everyone would adjust to such a change so fast.” Wavell shifted a little in his seat, trying to hide his own erection slowly growing in his suit pants “Now this next question might seem a tad personal but I’m curious to know, have you masturbated or had sex since your change Andrew?”

The new man blushed a little. He might’ve been openly grabbing his crotch a moment ago but a question like that had certainly caught him a little off guard. And yet for some reason he almost felt compelled to give this man an answer. “Well I… might’ve touched my dick a little too much while I was in the shower. It just felt so good, you know. Having a cock is so different to a vagina. It’s like once it gets hard it’s nearly impossible to ignore. I just kept touching and stroking it until… I came.” He reflected back on the memory, remembering just how incredible it’d felt when his dick spasmed and released ropes of hot cum all over the shower wall. “I also think I came in my sleep after becoming a man. When we woke up I was spooning Mateo and he said his back felt all sticky…”

“So you’ve experienced a male orgasm but… you haven’t tried gay sex is that right?”

Before Andrew could answer, Mateo chirped in. “No we haven’t. We thought about it a lot after waking up that morning but I’ve never had sex with a man before and Andrew has never had sex as a man before so the thought of it has been sort of intimidating for the both of us. It feels like we’re virgins all over again.”

“Ahhhh I see. So what you’re saying is you want to have sex but the idea of having sex as two men scares you. I can understand that. Sometimes new and unfamiliar things can be scary but don’t worry, I can help you with it.” Wavell got up from his chair and made his way over to the couple across from him.

“Wait, what do you mea-” Andrew was cut off as Wavell placed a glowing hand on both his and Mateo’s head. Their eyes began to glow a bright purple just like Wavell’s as the warlock's magic surged into them. Suddenly their brains began to swarm with a mass of brand new knowledge on gay sex. It was as if every trick in the book for two men to pleasure one another was suddenly revealed to them. At the same time Wavell made sure to elevate their libido’s to an almost unbearable level, causing both men to groan out as their cocks shot up to full length and bulged against their pants in an obscene and uncontrollable fashion.

With that Wavell took a step back, releasing them from his magic. “So boys? How do you feel now?” He asked, smirking inwardly as he watched the two hunks struggling to comprehend what the magical being before them had just done.

“I… I feel…” Andrew struggled to get a word out as his cock bucked as it strained against his pants, demanding attention. “I… feel like… I need… TO FUCK!” He shouted as thoughts of nothing but sex, dick and ass clouded his mind.

“Mmmmmm god… me too! Need to FUUUCKK!!” Grumbled Mateo who was having a similar issue of not being able to think of anything that wasn’t related to sex as he groped his rock hard cock through his pants. In an instant Mateo jumped on top of Andrew, grinning down at him lustfully as his boyfriend returned the same look. Their faces slowly drifted closer and closer as the gap between them shrunk until it closed at last with the touching of their lips. Touching softly as kissed gingerly at first but quickly their desire for one another began cracking up the intensity.

In no time the couple had jumped up from the sofa and began making out with a fiery passion. It was clear Andrew was now the taller of the two, standing a good 2 inches taller than Mateo, which was ironic considering how short he once was. As they kissed feverishly, they held each other as close as possible until the only thing separating their muscled bodies was a few layers of thin clothing. But of course that didn’t stop them from rubbing their crotches like such hot dogs as they both kept at least one hand firmly grasped on the other’s ass.

“Mmmmm… I’m gonna pound your tight fucking ass so hard with my dick.” Andrew claimed between kisses as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. Mateo in turn followed his lead and within seconds the two men allowed their throbbing cocks to flop out into the open. Andrew couldn’t help but grin maliciously as the difference between the cock sizes became painfully clear. Mateo had a rather average dick that sat around a respectable 5.5 inches hard with decent thickness. Andrews however was a whole other beast as it’d grown to a monstrous 8 or more inches with girth so thick it was bound to make anyone scream. “Guess I’m the man of the house now huh?” Andrew teased while smacking his giant dick against his boyfriend’s smaller one, causing Mateo’s face to go red as he couldn’t believe the man that used to be his girlfriend had a dick so much bigger than his! Yet at the same time he couldn’t help finding it so damn hot..,

Without another second to think, Andrew gripped the waist of Mateo’s pants and yanked them down to his knees. “Kick them off and show me your ass.” Andrew demanded like the powerful man he now was. Naturally Mateo obeyed, tossing his pants and underwear to the side before turning around and crawling onto the couch. Back arched and ass up in the air, ready to be serviced. “Fuuuck yeah that’s perfect…” Andrew grunted as he knelt down, mesmerised by the sight of his lover’s thick fuzzy ass. His face slowly drew closer to the two hairy globes until finally he pressed his face between them, finding himself in heaven as he did. After that it didn’t take long for Andrew to put some of his new knowledge to good use as he started eating out Mateo’s ass like a porn star. Digging his tongue in deep and tasting the inside of his boyfriends tight virgin hole. “Mmmphh mmmphhhh fuck… I never knew mmph… how amazing it is to eat ass! mmmmmph!”

Once Mateo’s hole was finally prepped, Andrew was eventually able to find the strength to pull his head out of the other man’s hairy ass despite wishing he could just stay there forever. Instead he got back up onto his feet before stripping off, throwing his clothes across the room. Soon enough Andrew stood naked in all his male glory with his fat monster dick standing at full attention. Not wanting to waste any time however, Andrew shuffled forwards a little before rubbing the tip of his dick against Mateo’s hungry hole. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was going to penetrate another person. Something he’d never imagined being able to do. Andrew always thought he was destined to be the one getting penetrated. But now, as a thick veiny cock throbbed between his legs, he finally had the chance to be the one doing the thrusting!

With a hungry grin Andrew just couldn’t contain his lust any longer. Without a second of warning, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside Mateo’s ass causing the former straight man to bellow in a mix of pain and pleasure. That initial feeling of pressing his cock inside another person set off fireworks in Andrew’s brain. Without even thinking he lost all self control and slammed his entire 8+ incher inside his boyfriend's tight hole causing Mateo to scream a flurry of swears due to the almost unbearable feeling of having such a giant rod stuffed inside him all at once. However he was soon silenced as on instinct Andrew reached around and covered Mateo’s mouth, muffling his pained cursing.

“Be quiet and take daddy’s dick bitch.” Andrew blurted out as he slowly but surely began to pump his cock back and forth, starting with a gentle rhythm. “It might hurt now but you’ll learn to love it you little cock slut.” The dirty talk came to him so naturally like an instinct. “Fuck I love being a man…” he muttered to himself under his breath.

As this went on, Wavell was still very much present and sat in the chair across from the pair of horny men. He couldn’t help whipping out his dick and stroking it a little as he watched Andrew slowly move his hips back and forth while he found his footing. He knew he should probably stop interfering with his subjects but it was just too damn fun!

Gradually Andrew began to pick up the pace, ass clenching a little with every thrust as he got faster and faster. “Fuck fuck fuck! Mmmm yeah! I’m the only the fucks around here from now on! You got that!?” He proclaimed in a lustful haze.

“Y-yes sir… nnnrgg…” Mateo just about managed to grunt out, his asshole feeling as though it was on fire from the sudden invasion. Andrew’s giant fucking dick hurt so fucking much… So why the hell was he actually kinda enjoying it?

“Good boy.” Andrew gave Mateo’s ass hearty smack that left a red mark before gripping Mateo’s hips and drilling his cock into the hole with even more aggression than before. Thrusting back and forth in a way that almost seemed primal. Like Andrew wanted nothing more than to breed his boyfriend’s ass. “That’s it! Your thick muscle ass belongs to me now! Don’t you forget it!” He groaned while burying himself to the hilt, balls pressing against Mateo's aforementioned muscle ass.

All Mateo could do was agree and comply with everything Andrew said as if being speared on that giant dick was somehow hypnotising him into doing so. He used to be the dominant one in their relationship but now he was being pinned down and fucked into a oblivion like a submissive slut.

Neither of them knew exactly how long they fucked for. They were so horny they completely lost track of time. For Andrew all he cared about was breeding boyfriends hot ass to the point where he was jackhammering into it with such speed and strength that the decorations and furniture around the room began to shake and creek. Books and ornaments began falling off shelves and onto the floor but that wasn’t about to stop Andrew. He had one goal and one goal only and that was to fuck. He moaned out, plowing that ass with everything he had until finally his balls began to churn. “NEED TO… BREED… ASS… NRRGHHAAAAHHHHH!!!” Andrew let out the most animalistic roar of his life, the deep bass of his voice reverberating through the entire house as finally he busted a load. His fat dick practically flooding Mateo’s hole with how much cum his balls had produced.

After a couple minutes of cooling down Andrew carefully extracted his softening cock from Mateo’s backside, allowing a pool of cum to spill out from the hole as he did. “Now that was some of the best sex of my fucking life… dudes have it soooo much fucking better.” He commented while giving Mateo’s butt a playful pat. “No wonder you guys always wanna fuck like rabbits.”

Mateo could hardly even respond. His asshole was throbbing from the pain of being stretched so wide by Andrew’s dick while his own cock was still hard as a rock and ready to blow any second!

Seeing this, Andrew leaned down and planted a few kisses along the back of Mateo’s neck. “Awww I’m sorry baby. I know I got a little carried away. I thought you were exaggerating when you said dicks have minds of their own but I could barely control this thing.” Andrew smacked his soft cock, slick with cum, against Mateo’s ass cheeks a few times. “I meant what I said though…” he continued as he got up from the couch and walked around until his soft yet still fat cock was right in front of Mateo’s eyes. “From now on I’m the one that gives dick and you’re the one that takes it. Got that?” He smacked Mateo’s face with his dick a few times in a display of his new manly dominance.

“B-but Andrew… your butt… it’s so big and juicy now. You’ve gotta… let me have a go at it.” Mateo whined between heavy breaths while Andrew continued to lather his face with cum.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder at his huge new bubble ass and shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a point. It would be a waste to not use this thing huh?” He agreed before turning around so that his fat muscle ass was right in Mateo’s face. “Fine. If you’re good and do everything daddy says then I might let you have a go at my ass from time to time.” He didn’t even give Mateo a chance to respond before grabbing the back of his head and pressing it between his colossal ass cheeks, smothering his newly submissive boyfriend between them. Moments later he heard a deep muffled moan come from Mateo as he finally blew a fat load.

“Well that was certainly a wonderful performance, you two.” The sound of Wavell’s voice made both Andrew and Mateo jump. Somehow they’d been completely oblivious to the man’s presence this whole time. How the hell could they have forgotten he was there. It was as if he’d been invisible to them somehow. Not only that but he now seemed to be tucking his dick away as his suit was soaked in a cum. “I have to thank you for the entertainment but it would seem I’ve got everything I need so…” He waved a hand and suddenly his clothes were clean again. “I shall bid you farewell.”

The warlock got up from his chair once again before outstretching a hand towards Andrew to which the man cautiously shook it. “I hope you enjoy your new life as a big dicked man. Judging by how you just dominated your boyfriend, I’d say you were born for it” he complimented. “And as for you Mateo, just do everything Andrew tells you to do. Before long your asshole will be begging for his dick. Trust me.” He patted the other man on the back. “And remember everything that happened here today stays between us.” Wavell’s eyes glinted that familiar violet. Andrew and Mateo didn’t question the man. Simply nodding and agreeing with him.

With that done, Wavell left the newly gay couple to clean themselves up so they could get back to sorting out their new lives. It was mainly Andrew who’d have to go through the headache of changing a bunch of legal documents and what not so, as one final favour, Wavell did a tiny bit of reality bending that would take care of it all. It was the least he could do after his experiment was what had caused all this.

As he made his way towards the next person he needed to interview, Wavell skimmed over the notes he had for both men.

Andrew Gardener (formerly Andrea Gardener). 28 years old. In a relationship with Mateo Ramos. Works an office job. Believes himself to be hardworking and considerate while also being a quiet person around others though his interview seemed to suggest otherwise. Prior to homo-bomb he was a heterosexual female who’d apparently been yearning to know what it felt like to be a man. This desire may have triggered some sort of abnormal reaction with the homo-bomb as instead of ignoring her, the homo-bomb transformed her completely into a tall muscular man with functional male genitals. Despite such an intense physical transformation, the subject doesn’t seem to be distressed or upset about it. Instead he seems to have adjusted to his new body rather quickly and seems eager to explore it and the benefits it may come with. He didn’t have much issue exploring a male orgasm once alone in the shower; however he was nervous to undergo sex for the first time as a man. Due to this I took it upon myself to bless him with all the knowledge and experience of gay sex he’d ever need while cracking up his sex drive. He naturally slipped into a more dominant role with his partner Mateo, partially due to his significantly above average penis and testicles. In conclusion Andrew is without a shadow of a doubt an anomaly. The homo-bomb was never intended to affect women whatsoever so the fact that it did shows that the spell itself still has lots of perfecting to do. That said, I can't say I’m not pleased with the results. Not to mention the subject seems happier than ever now with his new body.

Mateo Ramos. 28 years old. In a relationship with Andrew Gardener. Works as a model and personal trainer. Believes himself to be confident, outspoken and driven to which I can’t attest. Unlike his now boyfriend, Mateo does not seem to be an anomaly. Prior to the homo-bomb he described himself as a heterosexual man but now he seems to be completely homosexual. The subject didn’t detail to me any other changes either mental or physical that would suggest he was affected in an abnormal way. Similar to his boyfriend however, he did feel some anxiety about having gay sex for the first time so I took the liberty of giving him knowledge and experience in gay sex also. With a quick amp to his libido as well, he and his boyfriend were all over each other. Once Andrew displayed a dominant nature and his larger penis, Mateo seemed quick to accept a more submissive role. In conclusion I can confidently say Mateo has been affected by the homo-bomb in the intended way.

“Looks good to me.” Wavell muttered while walking up the steps to a different house, sensing another homo-bomb affected individual inside. “So… who have we got next?”

If you love my stories then please consider supporting me on Patreon as well!! ❤️

#female to male #male transformation #male muscle growth #musclegrowth #straight to gay #female to male tf #cock growth #mental change #magic #permanent #jock #homo bomb #mr wavell

570 notes · View notes

hobies-princealbert · 8 months

Text

"you worry too much cariño" | boxer! miles 42 x reader

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎◇▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

◇ you were with miles from the start. you saw his love for boxing from the first day yall met. you remember how he would rave about rocky and how his room was littered with cut out pictures of sugar ray, mayweather, muhammad and all the greats.

◇ you remember how he begged his uncle for years to become his trainer. how upset he got when he couldn't perfect his right hook. how sore his muscles got after an eight hour training day. how happy he was when he won his first match that he ran out the ring before the ref announced his victory, and grappled you into a bear hug. you both shed a couple of tears that night.

◇ you were his no.1 cheerleader. always by the ring with mrs. morales and uncle aaron cheering miles on. even if you don't know jackshit about boxing, one thing was certain miles was good. so good that by the time he was 18, he had been invited to compete in that national tournaments.

◇ but no matter how good he was, he would still get nervous. especially if the event drew in a big crowd. you were always there to give him a pep talk or smack the sense back into him, and tell him to get back in there and kick some ass.

"si señorita" he gave you quick kiss (and a pat on the ass for good luck ofc), and headed back into the arena.

◇ he loves when you practically nurse him back to health. whether he got a busted lip or a bruised cheek. best believe after every match, he would make his way back stage where he knew you would be waiting on him with a first aid kit handy.

"miles, you need to be more careful. look at you. your lips, god and your cheek, it's do swollen. don't gimme that look i'm serious look what that asshole did to you"

"cálmate mami, the guy's suppose to beat me up. es parte del trabajo bebe" he took the hand that you had resting on his shoulder and kissed the palm to further his assurance.

"hey if you don't want me to nag you, you can always go to med staff. you know the people who's job it is to do this," you pressed an alcohol pad on his lips which made him hiss a bit.

"you worry too much cariño. plus how am i suppose to get mi besos to me feel better huh?"

◇ miles is more than grateful for all the support you give him, so best believe he's gonna make sure your well taken care of. it's the least he could do for you after so many years of being his nurse, cheerleader and emotional support coach.

◇ the money he's makes from tournaments and sponsorships, he can surely afford to give you anything your heart desires. "just say the word and it's yours mi corazon". plushies, shoes, jewelleries, clothes, nice vacations and dinners. borderline spoiling you rotten.

◇ and if your not one for extravagant things, he'll make sure that you never have to struggle to afford basic necessities. definitely a "don't worry i'll cover most of the bills for you baby" typa man (aaah a girl can dream)

◇ shouts you out in interviews. whether they ask about his love life or his biggest inspiration, he always makes sure that everyone knows he's had a great girl by his side every step of the way, and he hopes to keep it that way for as long as your down.

@fezcossidepiece (*≧ω≦) enjoyyyy!!!

#earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales prowler #prowler x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #atsv #atsv prowler #rewrote this like 10 times #i hope you like it #☆° via writes °☆

431 notes · View notes

emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 5 months

Note

Could you turn me into a huge super hairy beast of a man?

Sure I can. You say large hairy beast and I imagine something out of the human realm. But I won’t be so evil to do that to you just yet. But you are going to be huge. And hairy. You’re skin begins to dark quickly one day when you getting out of the shower. You try to wipe off the brownish stains that appear to be spreading on your body but you can’t. As is on command you instantly grow 7 inches and your pulled upright by some unseen force making you 6’6”. You get dizzy and have to take a seat on your bed. You head is in your hands as you look down and you can see your own browning feet treating across the floor right in front of your eyes. You panic. What have you asked for ! They stop growing at a whopping g size 18 but you can’t even have time to grasp your new big foods reality when you begging to see the thick wild hairs growing on them and quickly spreading upwards. Your legs begin to bulk and ache growing large Mr by the second until you feel your private being pinched by your massive muscular thighs. Only for a second and then your balls kick into gear and go through a growth of their own. Growing to the size of alvocado is while your other member stretches to your be and gets as thick as a beer can. Your arms jut outwards as your shoulder spread out. Making you wider than r er before while you chest gets massive and you stomach becomes hard and muscular. All covered in the same thick hair that you have down below. Your fave soon takes on another shape. Another race. While a thick jet back beard streaked out across your jaw. You stand up in shock over what you’ve become but then you realize that your everything in English looks foreign to you. Even your thoughts are in a different language. You’ll never speak English again because this change is going to make you big Arabian beast. Get used to a touch of confusion to your life because it’s going to f get more confusing as the days go on. You’ll be forced by your American trainer to get bigger than before. Lift more and stink more. You’ll never be a small man again with all the supplements and food he’s going to force into you. And what’s worse is you’ll be in a land where no one can understand and hear your pleas for help.

#musclejedi7

227 notes · View notes

strawberrystepmom · 6 months

Text

pokemon trainer au! gojo x f!reader. reader is a fairy gym leader and satoru is league champion and a flying type trainer. a bit of world building! we discuss fairy gym leader and satoru's first meeting and their future plans a bit. wc 2.6k

part one, part two (you are here), part three

divider by @/cafekitsune!!!! 🩵

Unsurprisingly, the news of the current League Champion stepping down spreads like wildfire and you chuckle while spooning cereal into your mouth and leaning against the counter in your kitchen, Skitty eyeing you desperately from the floor below begging for a bite.

You scoff at her and point toward where her bowl lies a few feet away, full to the brim, and she rubs her tail against your calves while you lean over the counter and narrow your eyes at the TV, chomping on another perfectly soggy mouthful while watching clips of Satoru’s recently televised battles as Champion flash across the screen.

“Damn he’s good,” you mutter to yourself as if it’s a surprise. You know very well how good Satoru Gojo is, it’s why you’ve spent the last three years refusing his requests to battle. He has no reason to battle you other than bragging rights and you know his ego to already be overly inflated even if it is rightfully so and you’ve been satisfied with your decision until now.

You’ve spent two days trying to figure out why he asked you on this journey in the first place, stuffing your long forgotten camping gear and various repel sprays and medicinal sprays in the largest bag that you own while pondering every aspect of why. Why you?

Thinking back throughout the years, you remember every interaction you’ve had with the man fondly. Perhaps it’s the teensy crush you’ve always harbored for him painting the memories as sweet or maybe he is simply sweet beneath the brash and arrogant exterior. People are capable of being more than one thing at once, an important lesson you’ve learned in your life. You met him when you were still going to school and he was a member of the Elite Four, your shock seeing the way he and his Sneasel worked together against a schoolmate of yours was enough to catch his attention.

The two of you were the same age back then, fifteen, but on two clearly different paths - he was destined to become Champion and your own future felt undefined but free, something you’ve always craved.

He winked at you that day in response to your wide eyes and parted lips and you’ve never forgotten it. Not that he’d ever let you, the starstruck look is something he manages to sneak into almost every conversation the two of you have had since. Clearly it had an effect on him too and you’ve been quietly smug about it for a long time.

“And now we have a few words from the Champion himself. Mr. Gojo?”

You nearly choke on the mouthful of cereal you’re working on swallowing, holding your chest while Skitty chirps happily at your near imminent demise. You’ve always been certain she’d be the first to eat you if you were to die so you glance down, shaking your head, before gluing your gaze back to the man on the TV with a glistening grin as wide as the screen he’s upon. It’s a surprise to see him, you were certain he’d let his spokespeople do the heavy lifting, and it does nothing to answer the question on your mind of why he picked you.

He would be infuriating if you didn’t find him so charming. His hair flops over his eyes, big and blue and beautiful as ever, and he is wearing a suit which is something you don’t think he has ever truly done before. You know the PR around this must be a nightmare if they’re hauling him onto daytime television in a suit likely designed by the finest designer in Johto and sheer amusement makes your lips twist into a smile seeing him nod politely to each question he has been asked.

“Thank you for giving me the time to talk about my future plans,” he grins and you scoff, Espeon now joining you by hopping on the counter. You start to fuss at her but stop yourself as soon as Satoru begins speaking again, his head bowed humbly. Whatever he’s saying goes in one of your ears and out the other, your eyes trained on the way his pretty mouth moves instead of what he’s saying, and Espeon chirps at you. You toss her a glance and reach for the remote, turning up the volume to actually listen to the man on the screen.

“How can someone call themselves a Champion if they aren’t rising to every challenge they can?”

Nodding, you’re surprised that’s the public reason he’s giving. Perhaps he won’t mention the travels of the two of you at all and you are his mere escort, someone far more familiar with the routes criss crossing your home of Kanto and the other regions than he is, and if so, you’ll accept that although his pretty mouth looks a little less pretty when you remove the thought that he may have a thing for you as well from your mind.

“I need to challenge myself to be even better, to see this entire world, to experience every Pokemon I can and I’ve invited a friend along with me,” his words fade out when he says your name and mentions Camellia Town, the place you’ve called home for the last five years, and you watch the camera pan back to the surprised expressions of the show hosts. Despite their shock, he continues carelessly and your jaw drops as wide as it did the first day you ever met him.

“If you see us out there, don’t hesitate to stop and ask for a battle! My partner is capable of more than she lets on.”

Almost as if every one of your companions hears him, they all turn toward you and you sigh. Espeon blinks, Skitty begs at your feet, Piplup chirps enthusiastically at your snowy white Vulpix - they’re as ready for adventure as you are and you’ve taken it too easy on them.

“I know, I know.”

Throwing your hands up in surrender, you intentionally ignore the buzzing of your phone on the counter next to you. The screen lights up with messages from your friends and fellow gym leaders, one of your best friends’ names at the top of the screen. You read her messages and snicker to yourself, shaking your head.

Call me now. What do you mean you’re traveling with THE Satoru Gojo?????????

THE Satoru Gojo you’ve whined and pouted over for years?????

Oh this is delicious. I love you. Call me NOWWWWWWW.

Scoffing at the last message, you drag the device to your ear and listen to the dial tone on the other end, only to be met with screeching when she picks up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You groan at her words and hear her boyfriend chuckling on the other end, probably making her breakfast in his cozy little Dark type gym in the city.

Some girls have all the luck and it comes in the form of raven haired gym leaders that think they hung the moon. Others get stuck with arrogant men that have the attention of the entire world on them at all times. You make a mental note to ask her for tips later but for now you play defense, shocked at the tone of your own very best friend in your ear.

“What was I supposed to say? This dude I’ve had a crush on for a decade asked me to go rough it with him?”

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to say but you don’t talk to anyone about anything ever,” you let her go on a rant and you roll your eyes, pantomiming her words about needing to be better about telling everyone what’s happening with you.

It’s true, you’re terrible about keeping everyone up to date even your own mother who you’re certain is calling you judging by the beeping you hear alerting you another call is coming through, but you figured by this point in your twenties everyone would just accept it. You’re old enough that you won’t be changed and it’s time for everyone to just accept it.

“Okay, well, next time the man you’ve loved for ten years shows up and asks you to run away with him you better call me. I love you!”

You return her admiration, smooching and making kissy noises into the microphone, before immediately ending the call and watching the screen fade to blissful blackness, no notifications for a moment. The television screen pans back to the newscasters who are still buzzing with your name and you know anonymity on this journey is a dream.

Perhaps you should have known better from the start that it would be anything but a normal journey to travel by Satoru’s side but you have always been a little bit of a hopeless dreamer.

Your phone buzzes again and you sigh, looking down to see the name on the screen belongs to the man of the hour himself. Discarding your cereal bowl, you scramble to pick up the phone and press it to your ear.

“Did you see me?”

You snort, shaking your head while Espeon crawls across the counter to eavesdrop.

“I did and you looked great. New suit?”

You swear you can hear how smug he sounds from the other end of the speaker and you roll your eyes for the tenth time in an hour, scooting back from the counter to bend at the waist and press your forehead against it. How are you still reacting to a crush this way at 25?

“Yeah somethin’ stupid they put me in to make me camera ready but I didn’t call for compliments although they’re appreciated,” you hum and giggle, wondering what he could have to say next. “Did you like my little shout out though?”

“No. I’ve been getting calls nonstop for fifteen minutes.”

Gojo chuckles and you want to wrap yourself in the sound like a warm blanket. It drips with his confidence but it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard and tomorrow’s deadline of his arrival to come get you starts to loom when your eyes fall on your half packed suitcase that is spread across the floor of your living room. To get your mind off of it, you switch gears and raise your brows, cheeks puffing out as you exhale.

“Satoru, can I ask you something?”

He hums affirmatively. His mind wanders a bit to what you could possibly ask or if you’re rethinking your commitment to take this journey with him. Was this morning too much? He has been reminded endlessly his whole life that he’s too much and from everyone else, it doesn’t bother him. From you, it would wound. He has always wondered what you really think of him, not just a fifteen year old version of you in a denim miniskirt with her mouth agape at his abilities.

“Why did you invite me?”

He’s relieved you have no intention of wounding him after all and he plays off his relieved sigh with another chuckle, twisting his mouth to the side in the back of a car driving him from the PokeNews Network headquarters back to his high rise apartment in the city. The last two days have been a whirlwind of nonsense and he’ll be glad when the rush is over and the two of you are finally on the road to wherever the wind will take you next. The city rushes by outside of the tinted window and you wait for his answer, yanking your phone from your ear to scroll through your social media.

“Is it such a crime to want to get to know a pretty girl better?”

That’s the last answer you were expecting and it’s evident by the cough he hears on the other end of the phone. Espeon approaches you and rubs her head against your knuckles and you squint to read the name on the little dark screen.

“If you wanted a pretty girl I’m sure whoever @FlyHighGojo is must be pretty and would love to be by your side for the journey.”

Your eyes scan over the message in front of you eloquently listing out the ways you could never love the former Champion as much as whoever mans this account does and you laugh, swiping the app closed. He tilts his head, smiling despite himself.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your rabid fangirls? They’re currently on my feed in droves and now they know what I look like so I’ll be shocked if I don’t have a crowd outside of my house by the end of the day.”

He sighs, thinking quickly on his feet. There’s no regret about mentioning you, in fact he’s proud he was finally able to do so since he thinks about you all the time, but he does feel bad that the droves are out and seething over it.

“I’ll come get you before they have the chance. Be ready by 5.”

Looking back at your half packed suitcase, you groan.

“Really?”

“Really. We’ll start tonight instead of tomorrow.”

“Okay, but give my question a real answer first.”

Words dance in Satoru’s head yet he struggles to string them together. How can he tell you it’s because he has had a crush on you for ten straight years without sounding utterly pathetic? This is the most powerful man in the League and certainly a figurehead of the culture of your life and that of all humans who love Pokemon, who would he be if he admitted seeing the look on your face that day has haunted him since?

He was in love at first sight, he has just always been too preoccupied to worry about it. Now, it’s all he can think about.

“I’ve always wanted to get to know you better and I’m running out of time to do it.”

He has been League Champion for eight years, unstoppable in every single way, and he’s willing to walk away from it just to spend time with you. Your heart feels so heavy and light at the same time, a lead filled balloon, and his honesty seals the deal.

“Perfect. I’ll be ready for you at five.”

Amusement is all you hear from the other end of the phone, his laughter making you grin. You make him feel so blissfully normal that he forgets to be embarrassed by his slip of his true feelings.

“That’s all you have to say?”

You hum affirmatively, mirroring his own response to your prior question.

“I don’t want to make you sick of me before we even leave so yes, for now.”

Although he thinks it would be impossible for him to ever get sick of you despite the little bit of distance that still remains between the two of you, he appreciates your forethought. This trip is a means to finally win you over, uninterrupted.

“Alright. I’ll see you at five.”

He ends the call with your goodbye and confirmation of the plan and holds his phone to his chest for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly. Most of what he knows about you is secondhand information fed to him by the same friend who just accosted you for your plans with him, the two of them close thanks to her relationship with his best friend. She has filled in every blank he has ever had when it comes to you and he finds himself indulging in imagining you filling in the rest of it during his ride home.

Yes, this is a chance to get to know a pretty girl better but you aren’t just a pretty girl. You’re you. Patient, kind, funny, gracious…he could go on but stops himself, raising a perfectly arched white brow while he looks out the window and into the limitless sky, as blue as his eyes.

It’s time for him to figure out who he is if not Champion and he can’t wait to do it by the side of the most patient person he has ever met.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #pokemon au #kendall writes

194 notes · View notes

guillotinebypierre · 6 months

Text

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Who are YOU. Your number was in my girl's phone."

"Who is your girl, man?"

"Jennie"

"Jennie?"

"Don't play dumb. Are you talking to her or what?"

"Oh man"

"I mean, is she trynna fuck you? Are y'all fucking or something?"

"Look man about that right there, hum"

"I mean, what are you trying to say?"

"..."

"*sigh* Just say it dawg"

--Flashback--

Y/n L/n was a personal trainer. Not exactly a cheap one either.

He works with high end celebrities only, having helped A-list names in Hollywood before until moving to South Korea to work with Kdrama actors.

What was supposed to be a quick trip turned out to take a lot longer. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into a whole year.

Due to his stacked portfolio finding work was not hard, adapting to Korea, however, was. But he managed.

One day his agent texted him, telling him about a new client that would be paying an insane amount for his work.

His agent had already set up a meeting and so Y/n had to get dressed to meet the clients.

--Y/n POV--

"So tell me again, where we going?"

"YG Entertainment. It's a Kpop company. The basic idea behind this job is that the boss wants his idols to be healthier and to be fit for their next comeback, and your job is to ensure this happens.", my agent told me as we arrived in front of a very large building.

We walked into the reception and I let my agent do the talking.

I scanned the area and was in awe at the amazing design it had. This to me pretty much meant that their gym would be perfect.

"Y/n come on they're waiting for us.", my agent said

The building was huge, even bigger than it had seemed from the outside. We got into the elevator and stayed there for what seemed like hours.

*Ding*

"Come on Y/n, they're inside that door at the end of the floor", my manager told me.

I didn't know why, but the formality paired with the vibe of this place made me feel anxious. My palms started sweating and I suddenly felt underdressed for the occasion even though I was wearing a suit.

"Well, no matter what, it's too late for anything now since we're here"

My manager opened the door and inside the room I saw four of the most gorgeous women I had ever laid eyes upon.

The one who caught my eyes the most, however, was a small one with cat like eyes.

"Y/n you're staring", my manager whispered at me and I suddenly became conscious.

A slight blush made it's way to my face and by the quiet giggles made by the girls it was evident they saw it too.

"Hello Mr L/n. My name is Yang Hyun-Suk. As you may have been told, we at YG Entertainment have ordered you here in order for you to help my idols with their physical health. The plan is to, hopefully, keep you in our company for different idols, however, we will be testing you, so to say, with one group first.", the man who I now knew as the CEO told me.

He made a gesture towards the four women in the room and they stood up. I couldn't believe they would be my clients.

"Hello we are BLACKPINK. Please take care of us!", they said in unison.

After quick introductions I found out that they were not only my age but also that the one with the captivating eyes was called Jennie.

I decided to take it easy for our first session and just do some general fitness tests. According to YG the girls were supposed to increase their stamina and remain fit. A very easy task if you ask me. I finished up the day by giving each girl their individual diet plan, given the difference in height, weight and calorie intake. Their diets focussed on gaining weight for now, seeing as their promotions and the comeback were still a long time away.

--time skip--

3rd Person POV

BLACKPINK and Y/n had gotten to know each other for a while now, the five of them quickly becoming very good friends due to both the amount of time spent together and the small difference in ages. Y/n was almost immediately added to the girls' group chat and was much more of a friend then an employee to them.

"Alright Jen give me one more", Y/n told her as he moved behind her to spot her on squats.

"I can't-"

"Jen look at me you got this. Whatever happens I'm right here and I'll help you but I need you to continue. Push your limits, if you fail thats fine. The only way to go from failure is up, but to get up you need to fail so take a deep breath and give me one fucking more rep!", Y/n interrupted her.

The three other members, already having finished their workout and currently catching their breath on the side of the squat rack smiled at the situation. Y/n was an incredibly sweet person but he sure as hell could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to.

Jennie took her breath in and bent her knees, her upper body following as she squatted, deep, before pushing her feet into the ground and grunting in desperate attempts of moving the weight up one more time. She gritted her teeth as her hair stuck onto her sweaty forehead, her clothes soaked with sweat and water she used to cool herself down, her breaths being sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible. She looked into the mirror in front of her, seeing Y/n's handsome features looking into her eyes showing a look of reassurance, before she shook her head, indicating that she was feeling the last bit of power she had inside her leave her body at alarming speeds.

Her eyes closed, coming to term with the fact that ahe'd probably fall down with the weight on top of her, before suddenly realising she was not going down but instead going up at a speed she had never reached before. She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap under her arms as she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, seeing that Y/n had jumped in and was now easily pulling her and the weight up.

He helped her rerack the bar before holding up his hand for a high five. He smiled reassuringly at her, proving that he truly meant his pride in failure from before, before reaching down and giving her a bottle of water. He helped her move towards the bench where the rest of her members were seated before taking out his phone and calling their manager, saying that they were done and that the girls needed a ride.

The gym wasn't at the YG building, at least for now. The YG gym was under construction, as Y/n had quite a few criticisms with it due to lack of machines as well as 'questionable' architecture, as he put it. Hence why YG rented out a nearby gym for the time being. It wasn't that big, but it did the job.

The girls continued catching their breaths before Y/n walked up to them.

"Your manager is coming in like 20 minutes. Traffic is horrible right now. You girls should go change, you'll probably need those 20 minutes to get done."

He went up to them and offered a hand, which all of them gladly took, Jennie being the first one to do so, all thought nobody knew whether it was due to the arm it was attached to or the idea of finally going home.

Y/n walked them towards the changing rooms before sitting down on the bench near the entrance and waiting. 15 minutes later he received a message by their manager, telling him that she had arrived, and just as he stood up, as if on cue, the girls appeared.

Y/n bid each of them his goodbye before watching them go out. He, however, noticed that Jennie went to a different car. He saw a figure get out and hug her before bending down and giving her a long kiss. The manager drove off with the other three as the pair continued kissing and catching up. Y/n got a better look at the guy and realised it was Kim Jongin, or Kai, also known as Jennies boyfriend.

They had never met each other, but knew of each other's existence. And as far as Y/n knew, Kai was not exactly a fan of the girls having a male trainer, saying that it was indecent and whatnot, but being immediately shut down by Jen and the others when he talked about it. He had also been told by Rosé and Lisa that Jennie wasn't exactly satisfied with Kai, which was a bit too much information, but quite hilarious either way as it made his insecurity a lot more understandable.

Nevertheless Y/n went on with his day, finally getting into his own workout. He structured it similarly to how he did it with the girls, which basically meant he worked out the same body parts as they did on the same days, which meant he was doing legs now. He started off with squats, before going on with RDLs and then doing some accessory work. His workout went great and he was very much unbothered before his phone suddenly went haywire with notifications.

the pinks and Y/nn

rosie

>@/jen was Kai on some bullshit again?🤔

lisa🤓

>he looked MADDDDDD😭😭

jisoo👵

>jen is surely dead by now, I thought he would be storming into the gym and try to fight Y/nn

>and who put that goddamn granny emoji next to my name again😒

y/nn

what happened😨<

rosie

>jens man started talking heavy again, talking bout how he wanted to 'have a little chat with our personal trainer' or whatever🤦🏼‍♀️

lisa🤓

>he thinks jen is fucking you y/nn💔

y/nn

WHAT😭😭😭<

jisoo👵

>ikr it's ridiculous, we all know I'd be getting dick first out of all of us

rosie

>alright now take your meds grandma

lisa🤓

>none of y'all can shake ass like I do I think I'd win by that alone

y/nn

you girls know I'm still in this groupchat right?<

jen

>girls...

>kai went through my phone looking for 'evidence' of me cheating

rosie

>oh thats not...

jisoo👵

>did he find anything?

lisa🤓

>omg did he get Y/nn's number?

jen

>no i unsaved his contact quickly lol, all he found was our chats between us four

Y/n put his phone away, having rested enough while also laughing about the absurdity of the situation. He sure as hell wasn't scared of Kai, but then again he was sure idols had good lawyers so he didn't want to risk anything. He also thought about what the girls said before, and realised that his small crush for Jennie never left. How could it, really. She was gorgeous.

--time skip--

A few days had passed since that incident and the group was now once again working legs. There wasn't much that changed in the dynamic of the five, and they regularly laughed about Kai's obsessive and paranoid behaviour, but Y/n did notice something. Jennie had become much more clingy towards him and was a lot closer to him than before.

"Y/n can you help me with this?", Jennie called him out of his thoughts.

"Sure what do you need?", Y/n asked, questioning why she'd need a spot during laying hamstring curls.

"Just, you know how you touch my lats during lat pulldowns so I feel more muscle activation? I want you to do that here too because I don't really feel my hamstrings and glutes working-"

"Jen I don't think it's appropriate for me to touch you like this-"

"Don't be a pussy Y/nn just touch her fucking ass", Lisa screamed from the other side of the gym.

Y/n looked at her before looking back at Jennie, questioning one last time whether she was serious or not. She nodded at him, answering his question, before laying down and starting the exercise.

Y/n sighed before touching her hips with the tips of his fingers, still cautious as to not make her uncomfortable, before realising that she wasn't saying anything against it and putting more pressure on it, just as he would with any other body part.

Jennie finished her sets and thanked him, before following him towards the last few exercises for the session.

Their workout soon came to an end, with Jennie continuously wanting Y/n's undivided attention and touch. As Y/n waited once again for the girls to come out, he noticed three pairs of shoes standing in front of him as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up and was met with Lisa, Rosé and Jisoo.

"Y/nn, we finished already but Jen is taking a while. Manager-unnie will take us but I think Kai is picking up Jennie again. Have a nice day, Y/nn, we'll text you once we're at the dorm."

"Stay safe and don't annoy your manager too much", he said with a smile before waving at them.

Y/n continued mindlessly scrolling through his phone before suddenly hearing his name being called by Jennie.

"Y/nn can you help me with something please?", a phrase he had heard all too often today.

"Sure but are you dressed-"

"Yes, just please come in, I promise it's quick.

Y/n walked in, his hand slowly raising as he prepared to put it in front of his eyes if Jennie were to not be clothed, navigating through the changing room in caution. He arrived and saw Jennie, wrapped up in a bathrobe, smiling at him.

"What do you need, Jen?"

"I can't reach my bag, can you get it for me?"

"Sure"

Y/n walked up and started looking for it in the top shelf, his height easily allowing him to get a good look at it, before grabbing it and turning around.

"Here you go Jen-"

He looked up and saw her, smiling, with her bathrobe on the floor. Her small, perky breasts on display, her visibly wet snatch with a small landing strip looking at him. Y/n tried putting his hands in front of his eyes but Jennie grabbed them, forcing him to look at her.

"Jennie what are you doing, you have a boyfriend-"

"Please Y/nn. Kai? I've been wanting to get away from him. He ain't fucking me like he's supposed to, he's toxic, controlling and I feel so unhappy with him. I've had my eyes on you ever since you joined our company. You got what I want, need and like. I deserve better, and you are better", Jennie interrupted him.

"But you're still in a relationship-"

"Y/nn you have a literal model in front of you, telling you how she likes you and wants to fuck you, and you're worried about that? I'll break up with him, I promise, just give me this, give me you right now. Please?", she said while pouting slightly.

"*sigh* This is a horrible decision but if you're breaking up with him I guess it wouldn't-"

He was cut off by her smashing her lips against his, her hands roaming around his body, tugging at his shirt in hopes of ripping it open, while her tongue forced its way into his mouth.

"You talk too much. Use that pretty mouth of yours for other things", Jennie told him as he broke contact off for a second in order to take his shirt off, exposing goods Jennie had never had the pleasure of seeing in all their glory. She stared at his sculptured abs, his large pecs, round deltoids, muscular and veiny arms, realising why he was such a desired trainer in the first place. She realised just how much his baggy clothes normally hid, her mind wandering off and thinking about what else he was hiding under his clothes.

Jennie tugged at his pants next, grabbing the waistband of both his underwear and pants and pulling them away in one swift motion, exposing inches upon inches of his thick, meaty rod. Her lips, all four of them, becoming exited, her mouth watering as she silently cursed herself for not asking for his 'help' sooner, while also making a mental note to brag to her members about this.

She was pulled out of her trance as her hair was pulled, her face being subsequently pulled up to look at her lover for the night as he smashed his lips onto hers. The pair exchanged saliva, hungrily looking for any form if skin they could touch of their significant other as Y/n put his hands around Jennie's hips, tapping her ass slightly as she got the message and wrapped her long, slender legs around his frame. He walked with her towards the showers before closing the door and turning them on, effectively steaming the room in more ways then one.

Hot beads of water fell down onto his muscular back as Jennie slowly slid down his body and onto her knees, kissing and licking his abs as she did, before arriving at her main attraction, grabbing it by its base and pumping it a few times. She continued by slapping it around her face, comparing it's sizes, then taking her pink tongue out and slapping the large cock onto it. She wrapped her lips around it, fitting as much as she was able to inside her small mouth before going down and coming back up, before going down again, a bit further than before. Y/n took a fistful of her long black hair into his hands, guiding her down his shaft as she slowly coated a large majority of his penis in a layer of saliva. Her right hand played with his heavy balls, which were full of semen, while her left stroked the part of Y/n's dick that she wasn't able to reach.

Y/n threw his head back in pleasure before looking down and seeing black orbs starring at him, her nostrils flaring up slightly before she backed up and released his member with a loud *pop*. She continued stroking him, before standing up again and smashing her lips against his once more. Y/n's hands found their way between Jennie's legs as his fingers played around, teasing her labia while his thumb circled over her sensitive clit. Jennie's hands suddenly went down, too, and took Y/n's away as he heard her whisper into his ears.

"I don't need foreplay, I am wet enough. I've been wet enough for weeks."

Before jumping up and wrapping her legs around his stature once again. Y/n put his hands under her ass, holding her, before turning them over and pressing her back against the shower wall. He then took his member, positioning it against her wet pussy before slowly inserting. The heat was insanity, the hot shower they were in becoming a snow blizzard in comparison, her walls clamping and contracting around him, shaping themselves and forming a perfect sleeve for his member and memorising each individual vein. His hips continued moving forward as Jennie's eyes rolled back into her skull, her hands interlocking behind his neck and pulling him even closer, hugging him in desperate need of something to hold on to. Her legs shook, her power slowly leaving her as the fatigue from training in addition to the thick penis of her lover entering her came crashing down on her like a waterfall.

Her mouth hung open, tongue out as she arched her back in pleasure and ecstasy. This was uncharted territory for her, Y/n reaching depths that none of her past relationships had reached before.

"You doing all right?", he asked

"Y-Yeah just, just give me a min-minute", Jennie said while catching her breath.

Y/n rubbed circles around her back, helping her calm down, before slowly moving his hips in order to get her accustomed to the feeling. Seeing her gradual improvement in living with this sensation of fullness inside of her, Y/n moved faster, his hips slamming into her crotch as the bathroom filled with a mixture of slapping noises, both from the water falling onto the floor and the skin of his thighs slapping against the skin of her thighs. Jennie's voice became higher, higher than it had ever been in any recording booth, her moans becoming louder and more uneven, her breaths became sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible as her body almost exploded due to sensory overload.

Her orgasm came down onto her like a cold shower, contrasting the warmth of the actual shower she was supposed to be having right now, as she felt her whole body tense up and give up, her legs shaking and slumping down, her arms scratching Y/n's muscular back in hopes of clinging onto him, her head falling onto his shoulder as he damn near fucked her unconscious. She screamed his name, loudly, her exclamation echoing in the empty bathroom as her juices sprayed out, coating Y/n's already wet crotch and legs even more. Her walls became tighter, milking Y/n as he, too, reached a boiling point, burying himself as deep as possible into Jennie before exploding inside her and releasing all of his cum into her walls.

They stayed in each others arms for what seemed like years, his cum leaking out of her pretty pussy, falling onto the floor and being washed away by the water coming out of the shower head. The pair looked at each other before smiling, both of them breathing in desperately trying to catch their breath, before Jennie tried to stand up, her wobbly legs making the task a lot more difficult than it should be. Y/n helped her up, like he always did, before the pair decided to shower off the stench of sex and each other's fluids of.

The pair finished their shower as Y/n helped Jennie get dressed again, helping her out and waiting for her ride to come pick her up. He noticed a car driving up and slowly went inside again, Kai soon arriving and stepping out to meet his girlfriend. He noticed the silhouette of Y/n inside the building and decided to 'put on a show', initiating a make out session that was cut short due to Jennie's tiredness. The pair drove off as Y/n began his workout in solitude.

--time skip to later in the day--

Y/n's phone buzzed for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past minute or so as he got out of the shower, this time at his place.

the pinks and y/nn

rosie

>so how big is he @/jen

jisoo😒

>RIGHT i saw the way you were limping @/jen that wasn't due to the legday

lisa🤓

>no way you got dicked down before me🤦🏻‍♀️

>@/y/nn i can throw it back on the dick better than her! do me next please i wanna walk around with a limp too😒

y/nn

i hate you girls sometimes<

rosie

>i wouldnt mind getting hate fucked either tbh

jen

>girls bad news

lisa🤓

>look at ms. 'i got the best dick of my life tonight' talking about bad news, girl be serious you should be CHEERING

jen

>i'm serious

>i was napping and kai took my phone

>i forgot to hide y/nn's number

>@/y/nn i'm sorry😭😭 idk what he's gonna do, but i think he's gonna call you

jisoo😒

>if she gets into relationship problems i call dibs on Y/nn

rosie

>thats horrible jen😨

>also no you don't grandma😒 y/nn clearly loves blondes the most

lisa🤓

>holy shit jen💀

>none of y'all could ride the dick like me he's MINE first then y'all can have y'alls fun

>@/y/nn if you need to relieve some stress call me bby☺️🥰

y/nn

an unknown number is calling me right now<

this should be interesting<

--flashback end--

"Nothing happened man"

"You're bullshitting me"

"Your girlfriend is just unhappy with your relationship, she thinks you're controlling and toxic, and honestly dude, you are."

"Who do you think you are to comment on my relationship, bitch"

"All I'm saying is that she came to ME to talk about how much of a pain in the ass you are. Don't blame me if she breaks up with you."

"I swear to god when I see you I'll beat your ass-"

"Sure thing buddy *ends call*"

*buzz*

Jen

>hey y/nn, i'm breaking it off tonight. the girls' dorm is too far away from here, do you think you could pick me up and let me spend the night at yours?

y/nn

sure jen, just lmk when you need to be picked up, also text your manager<

jen

>thanks so much y/nn, i'll be sure to make it up to you once i'm there

>i'll give you a proper thanks, dont worry ;)

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #blackpink smut #blackpink jennie #jennie smut #jennie

293 notes · View notes