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foreverethereal123 · 2 years ago

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OHHHHHHHMYGOD THE WAY THIS ONE HAS GOT ME ALL IN MY FEELS RIGHT NOW JSKFHSKJFHKDJHFKDJHFKDHFK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

When they arrived in his office, he took a seat behind his desk as Riley took a seat on one of the chairs on the opposite side. He smirked and shook his head at her. She arched her brow in response, and he lifted his hand, crooking his index finger in a come hither motion.

HNGHHHHH🫠🫠🫠🫠 This made me so fucking djkskdkskdkskfkdkckxkkxkskxj literally any time this man smirks I get dizzy🫠😮‍💨

He responded by slipping a finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his. “I mean it Riley, I was watching you out there and trying to find the right words to describe how I was feeling. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you. Sometimes, I look at you, and all I want is to propose to you all over again.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP WHY IS THIS THE MOST LIAM THING I HAVE EVER READ BECAUSE HE WOULD SAY THIS AND AHHHHHHHKSJDHFKJJDKSKDSMXKDKDK I NEED HIM CARNALLY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE MY HEARTSKSKDKSKDKFKDKFK

“You can ask me to marry you as many times as you want. I’ll always say yes.” She leaned in, kissing him softly.

Oh okay🥹🥹🥹🥹

I am so so so glad you showed the trial because we really put them in jail and said “adios let’s fuck now”😭🤣🤣 It shows that there’s not complete autonomy to the monarchy which started this whole thing in the first place and that there’s…you know…a court of law💀💀

Liam stopped in his tracks, noticing his wife’s confusion. “It sounded urgent, and you said there was a surprise… I assumed you wanted to…”

NO BUT IT’S NOT HIS FAULT IT’S LITERALLY WHAT THEY DO ALL THE DAMN TIME 😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣 Any public function AND YOU KNOW THE KING AND THE QUEEN ARE GOING TO SNEAK OUT AND FUCK! As they should tbh

This also reminded me of how every time I replay that damn book I ALWAYS announce the pregnancy in the middle of the wedding because it’s payback for him proposing to that ugly ass ho in the middle of MY WEDDING! I am not over that🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Marry me?” He said, brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Always.” She answered, reaching up to press her lips to his.

I AM GOING TO CRYSJSKDKMXKCKXKCN

I LOVE HOW THIS IS THEIR THING AND IT’S THEIR WAY OF SAYING NO MATTER WHAT I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE YOU LITERALLY EVERY TIME YOU MENTIONED THAT MARRY ME THING I JUST WANTED TO 🫠🫠🫠 IT’S SO FUCKING LIAM😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

DUDE

THIS WAS FANTASTIC I AM IN LOVE WITH THE WHOLE THING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Always

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters, and some of the dialogue, belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: Liam finds a new way to express his feelings for Riley.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,108

A/N: I am participating in @choicesflashfics, using the prompt "The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you." It will be in bold below.

A/N 2: This is a HC I've had for my Liam and Riley for a long time, but it's not something I could just slip into stories without explaining it. I've told it to a couple of people, and @charlotteg234 pushed me to write a fic explaining it. I started it a few months ago, and it sat in that WIP black hole that is my Google Drive. Then this week's Flash Fic prompts came out and this one fit in too perfectly for me to not use.

A/N 3: I procrastinated real bad on this one, so I didn't finish in time to have anyone pre-read it, so please excuse (m)any spelling or grammar errors.

“I think we have time for one more question.” Riley addressed the crowd before turning to Liam to confirm. He smiled at her, and nodded in agreement.

He didn’t hear the question, or her answer, he was too transfixed by his new bride. She had only been his wife, and Cordonia’s queen for a few days, though you would never know it by the way she carried herself. She was so poised, so well spoken. Since she had arrived in Cordonia, she had surprised everyone with her ability to handle all aspects of noble life.

As she continued to address the crowd he felt something inside of him. It was more than pride, it was more than love even. He had no words to express how strongly he felt for this amazing creature before him.

Liam hadn’t even noticed that Riley was finished until he felt her arm linking through his. She looked at him questioningly, and all he could do was smile in return. They posed for a couple of pictures before moving inside and heading to Liam’s office.

“You were incredible out there, my love.” He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

Riley shrugged in response. “I really didn’t do much. Just gave our statement and answered a couple of basic questions.”

Liam grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Riley, I wish you wouldn’t discredit yourself like that. Just a couple of months ago, you were working two jobs trying to get by in New York, and now you’re successfully ruling a country, and making my dreams come true on a daily basis.”

She dropped her eyes to the floor, a blush coming across her cheeks. He responded by slipping a finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his. “I mean it Riley, I was watching you out there and trying to find the right words to describe how I was feeling. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you. Sometimes, I look at you, and all I want is to propose to you all over again.”

She blinked quickly, trying to hold back the tears that were forming at her husband’s declaration. “You can ask me to marry you as many times as you want. I’ll always say yes.” She leaned in, kissing him softly.

“Good to know.” He replied before pulling her lips back to his.

***

“That’s correct,” Riley agreed solemnly. “I had been brought to the maze under the false pretense that my husband was looking for me. The next thing I remember is waking up, tied to a chair in a dungeon.”

The courtroom was silent as the Queen of Cordonia recalled the events of the Unity Tour, culminating with the multiple attacks and inevitable showdown with the Sons of Earth that finally came to a head on her wedding day. Anton Severus was on trial for leading the charge against the crown, and Riley had been called to the stand to testify.

The news stories that followed the attacks spoke at a high level, and provided minimal detail about the events themselves, so most of the people in attendance were hearing the details for the first time. One person who was already intimately familiar with the attacks was Liam. As he watched his wife sit there, perfectly composed and poised, all he could think about was their wedding night, and her breakdown once they were behind closed doors.

From the time she arrived in Cordonia, Riley had faced an onslaught of obstacles, and she faced each one with the same grace that she was showing on the stand. And she went through all of it for him.

She had always been good at masking her pain until she was behind closed doors, but Liam had picked up on her tells rather quickly. He noticed that the emotions she had felt back then were resurfacing, and that she was surprised by it. However, she was hiding it well, he was certain that no one else had caught on.

“Thank you, your majesty, you may step down.” The judge’s voice pulled Liam from his thoughts.

As Riley moved toward Liam, the judge dismissed everyone for the day. Liam stood, taking his wife’s hand in his before leading her out of the courtroom. They walked silently out of the courthouse where the press were waiting for the king and queen to make a statement.

When they saw the royal couple emerge, flashbulbs started going off, and reporters started shouting questions. Liam squeezed Riley’s hand, when she looked up at him she saw the question in his eyes. She gave him a practiced smile and a nod before stepping up to the crowd.

“Your majesties, how did things go today?” One of the reporters shouted out.

Liam stepped forward to field the question, but Riley tugged on his arm as she moved beside him. “Well, of course we won’t know for sure until the trial is over, and the ruling has been announced, but I think it’s safe to say justice will prevail.” The crowd cheered, and the pair used the opportunity as a distraction to slip away, and into their SVU.

“I’m sorry love, we should have gone out the back.” Liam apologized as the car pulled away.

“It’s fine. We need to give the people what they want. It’s our job.” Riley responded as she watched the scenery pass by out the window.

Liam placed his hand over Riley’s. “Are you alright?” Riley shrugged in reply, her eyes never leaving the window. “Riley, look at me.” She slowly turned, and he saw the sadness in her eyes.

“Sorry,” she apologized immediately, wiping away a stray tear. “Today was a lot.”

“Love, you have nothing to apologize for, you were amazing today.” He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers softly. “I saw how hard that was for you, but I promise you nobody else did.”

“You think?”

“I know.” He affirmed. “You are everything a country could ever want or need in a queen. You were strong, and confident. Then, you stepped right out in front of the press and, despite being drained from your testimony, gave the perfect statement.” He looked at her adoringly, as a small smile slowly spread across her face. “Marry me?” He said softly.

“Always.” She whispered in response.

***

Riley found a secluded clearing beside the Walker ranch and began pacing, her mind going far too fast to stand still. The music and laughter from Bertrand and Savannah’s wedding had faded, she didn’t know if it was because of the distance, or if she just had too much on her mind for the outside noise to register.

She was going through what seemed like a never ending checklist of things that would need to get done in the coming month. She froze in place when she thought of the first, and most important thing she needed to do. She took a deep breath before reaching for her phone and sending a quick text.

As she waited, she fidgeted with her phone, her toe tapping against the grass. She was nervous, but it was a good nervous. She heard a throat clearing and looked up to see Liam taking purposeful strides toward her with a flirtatious smirk on his face.

“So, here we are, alone together…” He said in a smoky tone.

Riley’s brow furrowed, too caught up in her announcement to comprehend his advancements. “Huh?”

Liam stopped in his tracks, noticing his wife’s confusion. “It sounded urgent, and you said there was a surprise… I assumed you wanted to…”

“Oh… OH! No, actually, that;s not what I meant.” She stepped toward him, taking his hand in hers. “But I have some news that’s even better than that.”

“Well, I don’t know if there’s anything that could be better than that,” he said with a wink. “But I’m all ears.”

She took a deep breath and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Liam, I wanted a moment alone… just the three of us.”

“Three? What do you–” She watched his face as he listened to her words. Suddenly, a wave of understanding washed over him. “We’re having a baby?” His voice was barely above a whisper, still trying to fully process the information.

Riley’s smile grew as she nodded in response. He pulled her to him, holding her close and placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Riley, I’m the happiest man in the world right now. Just think, soon we’ll be holding a little baby… our baby…” His happy expression quickly turned to shock as he stepped away from Riley and began pacing back and forth.

“There’s so much to do! We’re going to need a crib, and clothes, and a bassinet for the throne room.” He stops in his tracks and slaps his hand against his forehead. “The throne room! We’ll need to childproof it! As well as the foyer, the antechamber, the solarium…” He ticks off each room on a finger as he lists them.

“Liam,” Riley placed her hands on either side of his face, halting his movements. “Relax, we’ll have time for all of that.”

They stood in silence for a moment, staring into eachothers eyes as they let the excitement of the moment wash over them.

“We’re going to have a baby.” Liam said.

“We sure are.”

Liam pulled Riley into a lingering kiss. “Marry me?” He said against her lips.

“Always.” She responded before kissing him again.

***

Liam entered the royal quarters quietly. He had been stuck in his office late, the children would be fast asleep by now. As much as he wanted to see them, he knew nothing good could come from waking Eleanor and David at this hour.

Much to his surprise, when he got to his bedroom, Riley was nowhere to be found. “Love? I’m home.” He called quietly.

“Be right out!” She called from her closet.

He quirked a brow when he saw Riley emerged with a suitcase. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Not me, we.” She chuckled at his confusion. “You’ve been so overextended lately, you’re getting burnt out. And I know, I know, King of Cordonia, it comes with the territory, blah blah blah.” She waived her hand, dismissing the objections she knew were coming. “But you’re not going to be an effective ruler if you don’t get time to reset and recharge.”

“So will we be staying at Applewood or Valtoria?” He asked, knowing those were their usual getaways.

“Nope, you’ll still sneak work there, like you always do.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she held up a hand to stop him, “I know you do, and you should know me better than to think I would believe any denial you’re about to give.”

“Then where will we be going?”

“The jet will be leaving first thing to take us to our island. We haven’t had a real vacation in far too long.”

“But I have meetings and deadlines over the next week that can’t be missed.” He protested.

“Taken care of.” She shrugged. “I spent my free time this week working with your staff to take care of things. You don’t have a single thing to worry about for a whole week.”

“You mean to tell me, you’ve spent the last week going behind my back, working with my staff, and doing all of this without me.” He said flatly as he stepped toward his wife.

“Yeah… yes. I mean, I thought it would be a nice surprise, I just…” Riley began stuttering, this was not the reaction she was expecting.

“You are the most thoughtful, considerate, amazing person I have ever met.” He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close, before kissing the tip of her nose. “I can’t believe you went through all of that trouble for me.”

“After everything we’ve been through, planning a surprise vacation was actually pretty simple.” Riley chuckled.

“Marry me?” He said, brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Always.” She answered, reaching up to press her lips to his.

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Noisy neighbors

Wilbur X reader

requested: no

trigger warnings: swearing

premise: you rent an office in the same building as Wilbur and even though he does his best to stream at night when he won’t disturb anyone random screaming can be pretty disrupting

‘-’ thinking

“-” talking

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Three months you had been renting this office and so far you’d managed to avoid the people with offices on either side of your own. That was until tonight.

You’d been staying late to finish a paper, a quick job you’d told yourself, nothing too long, just a few paragraphs before you headed back to you flat, that was two hours ago now.

The sky had long since turned dark outside the windows, the sounds of the city on a chilly Tuesday night coming muffled through the walls, the to go cup of coffee sitting to the right of your computer long cold as you stared at the monitor, struggling to find the right wording.

Sighing you sat up, the curser still blinking emptily at you as you grimaced at the cold coffee.

‘god why didn’t I go home earlier?’ you thought, tossing the cup into the bin.

You leaned back in your chair, already trying to brainstorm more of your work when the calm was mostly broken by a half yell of, “Oh- Oh no! no!” From the next office over.

Rubbing at your temples you looked over at the wall wearily, it was at least the 7th shout tonight.

‘It’s only a few more lines,’ you thought, quietly going back to working.

“He isn’t going to be able to reac- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

You groaned, “What the fuck?”

That was the last straw, angrily you stood up, shoving your chair back in and grabbing the mask off the corner of your desk, it may have been late but that was no reason to avoid a confrontation.

Pulling on your mask you quickly opened the door to your office, turning and knocking on the door of the one to the right, yelling, “Oi! There's other people in this damn building you know?!”

From inside you could make out someone muttering, “Shit. You guys, I’m in trouble now because of you.”

A moment later the door opened to a tall man with unruly hair in a yellow jumper, awkwardly adjusting his mask, “Hi, um, I’m sorry-”

You rolled your eyes, “Apologies aren’t going to change the fact that my paper is due tomorrow, and you keep screaming.”

“I- Do you know what twitch is?” He was definitely grasping for something to explain with.

“If you are about to tell me that I came over here to yell at you whilst you were doing a twitch stream I might scream,” You ran a hand through your (H/c) hair annoyed, “Are you seriously a streamer?”

“Uh, yeah, I was doing a you laugh you lose stream.” He looked down at his feet, “I’m- uh, I’m Wilbur Soot.”

“(y/n).”

“I really am terribly sorry.”

You sighed again, “Just keep it down alright. Some of us have real jobs.”

With that you turned, going back into you office, and unable to help yourself, quietly pulled up twitch and search for his name.

The stream that appeared on your screen showed the man from next door was slowly sitting back down, “Guys- guys I got told off by the person next door.”

You smirked, watching as the chat filled with ‘f’s.

Wilbur berried his face in his hands, “And they were cute! God, I- whatever- back to the stupid videos.”

Later that night you had finally finished the paper, packed up and headed out into the crisp air, inhaling deeply as you started off towards your flat.

“(y/n)! Wait (y/n)!”

you sighed, turning to see Wilbur running towards you, “What?”

“I really am sorry. Let me walk with you?”

You sighed, nodding reluctantly.

Over the next few months you got to know Wilbur better, and as more than just an office neighbor.

He was a bit clumsy and awkward, but sweet and kind as well, always doing his best to make you laugh when you hung out.

You ended up becoming good friends with him, even jokingly exchanging extra keys to your offices, not fully seeing how much the gesture had moved him.

One day, as summer was beginning to draw to a close, you were headed out of your office early, having for once gotten things done on time, passing a gangly blond boy and another brunette on your way out.

“Excuse me?” The blonde asked.

“Yeah?” You turned to look at him again, confused to find the voice slightly familiar.

“Do you know which office belongs to a Wilbur Soot?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Should I really be telling people that?”

“uhhhhh, I’m friends with George not found.”

The brunette barley held back a laugh, and it was then you noticed the camera he was holding, and you chuckled yourself, “It’s just up the stairs.”

Tommy pumped his fist, turning to the camera David held up, “We gottem boys.”

He charged up the stairs, David hurrying after him after stopping the camera, catching up with Tommy as he examined two different keys he’d found in Wilbur’s wallet, “Which one do you reckon?”

“Uh, try that one.”

It didn’t fit in the lock on the first office door, And David squinted through the small window at the top of the door, “Maybe it’s the wrong office?”

The next door swung open easily with the first key, and Tommy let himself into your office, muttering, “Wow, nice place.”

Turning to David he grinned, “I should go live from his computer.”

“That is a horrible idea.”

“It’ll be funny!”

“Oh god.”

Tommy somehow managed to log into your computer, pulling up twitch and starting to sign in to his own account, because he wasn’t a monster, except, because naturally Tommy being an idiot, he managed not too, instead, clicking ‘go live’ on Wilbur’s account, still logged in from when Wilbur had tried to convince his viewers he’d moved.

It didn’t take Wilbur long to find where Tommy had gone, and so quickly heading up the stairs to his office he got very confused upon seeing the lights of his office still off.

Phil had told him he’d gotten the notification that Tommy was live from Wilbur's account so why was his office still locked?

Looking over he saw all the lights of your office on and immediately began to panic.

Tommy turned quickly upon hearing the knocking on the door, “Um, it’s- it’s locked!”

“Tommy open this god damn door!”

David reached over and opened the door, leaving Wilbur to lean in, “What the fuck are you doing? How the fuck did you get in here?”

“uhhh.”

“Tommy! How did you get my wallet? Are you live?” His voice got louder with every word and even Tommy could tell he was panicking, “Tommy this isn’t my office!”

“It’s not?”

“NO!” He berried his head in his hands.

“Whos is it? Why did you have a key?”

“It’s (y/ns) office Tommy! That’s why- Get out! Get out of there office!” Wilbur practically dragged Tommy out of the chair, quickly ending the stream and turning off your computer, “Tommy you fucking idiot! What are they gonna think?”

“Well if we tidy up, and lock the door they’ll never- wait, do you like them?” Tommy’s tone became accusative.

“N- no.” Wilbur stuttered, face already starting to go red.

Tommy rolled his eyes, unconvinced, “Yeah sure, come on, they won’t even no that we’ve been here.”

“Yeah, no one will ever know,” You said from the door way, having joined the live stream long enough to see Tommy was in the wrong office, “Except for every person on that live stream.”

Wilbur turned quickly, “(y/n) I am so sorry- I didn’t- he took my wallet- I shouldn’t have had your key with mine. I- I’m sorry.”

You half nodded along, “ah huh, kid- Tommy- whatever, when I said just up the stairs I did not mean my office.”

Tommy turned red, “I-”

“Get your ass out of my office.” Tommy quickly jumped up, scurrying out, David following, as you turned to Wilbur, who was still blushing awkwardly.

“How much of that, did you hear, before the acting like we weren’t here bit?”

You smiled, “Enough.” and quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Come on, you’ve left all your friends jet lagged and outside.”

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wweassets · 4 years ago

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And Daniel making Roman tap had me so 😩 because the moment Daniel stepped up to Roman he kept giving Roman these smug smirks and little smiles and was so damn confident and the way he had laughed and repeated "Oh, you're going to smash me?" kept giving me top Daniel vibes, seeing bratty bottom Roman acting out and he's amused by it but he also knows he has to nip this attitude in the bud by showing Roman who's the real boss around here, and exactly who smashes who.

Bryan leans in close to Roman, and he tilts his head up so his lips just barely brush against Roman's ear. "I tapped you out, Roman." Roman trembles, saying nothing but clenches his jaw and flares his nostrils. To anyone else, it may look like Roman was furious but that tremor told him everything Bryan needs to know.

(After Bryan gets Roman to get onto his knees for him)

"You walk around here acting like you own the place, demanding respect from everyone," Bryan trails his fingers over Roman's face, "but I wonder how would the roster react if they knew how much of a cum slut you were?"

Roman glares at him, but the tent in his joggers makes any attempt Roman mashed at portraying anger hilarious to Bryan.

"Oh? Stepped on a nerve, have I?" Bryan raises his eyebrows, and Roman looks away, but Bryan slides his hand under Roman's chin and forces Roman to look at him.

"It's true though, Roman. If you weren't a cum slut, you wouldn't be here on your knees before me," Bryan swipes a thumb over Roman's lower lip, stroking it over and over, "waiting to take my dick in your mouth.

You want that, don't you?" Bryan asks, using his other hand to push his trunks down just enough that only the head of his dick pokes out, and he grins at the way Roman instantly eyes him with obvious lust.

So Bryan decides to tease him, guiding the head of his dick near Roman's mouth, and Roman licks his lips and leans forward, eyes closing slowly, and opens his mouth-

Bryan pulls away, and Roman's eyes snap open in surprise and Bryan chuckles. "You're going to have work for this, Roman. I want to hear you beg," Bryan sways the head of his dick in front of Roman, "if you're getting your mouth on this."

"Sure, Roman," Bryan says, and then let's his dick slide past Roman's plush lips.

Roman takes in a deep breath and then forces out a small, "Please," looking up at him earnestly and Bryan smiles warmly at him, giving his head a good pat.

"Sure, Roman," Bryan says, and then lets his dick slide past Roman's plush lips into that wet, warm mouth, Roman letting out a small moan.

Yeah I'm going crazy with the amount of smutty ideas smackdown leaves me with in case you couldn't tell

THIS TOO PLEASE YOU’RE SO TALENTED AND IM SO HORNY SHFDASH I LOVE IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#fic #ask

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pseudofaux · 5 years ago

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OMG congrats again on another follower milestone! the one you wrote for my Lancelot request is still one of my favorite fics. i can't thank you enough for writing such a beautiful piece. *insert heart eyes here* so if I may request fic again, how about Napoleon and MC stargazing by the garret? SFW/NSFW-ness is up to you. ^_^

This prompt is SO ✨beautiful✨, it’s been killing me softly for weeks! Thank you for requesting it (you come up with the best prompts!) as part of my follower celebration, and I hope you’ll enjoy this. Napoleon and MC in the garret is just… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh chef kiss chef kiss! I wanna bisou the chef outta this!

He kept nuzzling her ear. Openly amused by the way she squirmed and giggled, obviously seeking amusement after the sad story he’d shared with her of a cold night before battle. Curled around her, he was much happier and much warmer than he’d been on that night. It felt forever ago, and she felt perfect.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, voice low. “Be light. I’m here with you now.” He let his cheek rest against her hair and felt the way her body rose as she breathed in air destined for a sigh. She did this twice more, careful thing that she was, before she finally seemed to settle on words.

“You won’t be alone again,” she promised, the truth of the claim falling soft and unavoidable as the dust in the garret. She squeezed the arm he had around her, fingers nearly lost in the fabric of his sleeve but finding him anyway. Lionne féroce, did she expect him to let her be the only one making bold declarations?

He hummed a few notes of a tavern song, one he hoped she would enjoy without asking after the lyrics (though it would be fun to teach her, on some other night). When he finished, he murmured “Nor you,” and used his free hand to hold her hair away from her neck so he could kiss her shoulder. She had taken to wearing frilled blouses that sat off her shoulders, and in them she looked rustic in a way that built his interest and adoration— like so much else she did.

A gentle kiss, close-mouthed, a press of lips to flesh more assuring than arousing. He loved this woman. His woman.

“What should people who are not alone do?” he murmured. She went a little more lax against him and he kissed her again. He saw no need to keep himself from doing so.

Her hum was dreamy, thick with the comfort of their closeness. “We could look at the stars,” she suggested. “The sky is so clear on winter nights, like you said.”

He had said that. Sweet woman. He kissed her shoulder again.

“I told you about a sky I’ve seen. Why don’t you tell me what you see now?”

She turned her head and gave him that you don’t fool me, Monsieur Napoleon look, but that look curved her charming mouth into a smirk, so he smirked back and she laughed as she turned to look out the window of the garret, the panes remarkably clean given the rest of the little room.

“The sky is closer to deep blue than black,” she began. He nodded against her shoulder.

“From up here, at this time of night, even the glow of Paris is too dim to drown out the stars. They look like tiny lace over the silk of the sky.”

“That’s beautiful phrasing,” he told her, before his kisses turned less chaste. Her sigh was sweeter than her poetry, the way she relaxed against him sweeter still. “Go on,” he whispered.

“It’s clear in the way only winter and spring nights seem to be,” she said quietly. “But I’m glad we’re inside. It’s beautiful, but crisp.”

“You are beautiful but crisp,” he teased with his teeth. Her laugh became a soft moan, and the thrill of victory in his veins swept his tongue over her skin as the moan became a gasp. “The stars?”

“The stars,” she said, but that was all she said until she turned her back on the lace and silk of her sky and put her mouth to his. She kissed with purpose he recognized and could never get enough of. When she said his name his heart curled tight, then burst as though found by a mortar bomb. He whispered her name as her arms went around his neck.

She did not let go of him as they made love, their warmth suffusing the cold room as surely as the sounds of the pleasure they found in one another.

“I do not ever want to be without you,” he confessed between kisses.

“I told you, you won’t,” she insisted, and pulled him closer.

He tried to move her arms when they were done, so she could lay on the bench in the little room, but she wouldn’t let him. “Never,” she mumbled, sated and sleepy. “…at least, never tonight.”

“That’s not what ‘never’ means, nunuche,” he told her. He felt the tenderness of his own voice as it registered in his soul.

“Don’t be difficult,” she said over a yawn.

No fun in that, he thought. Instead of saying it, he kissed her brow and tightened his own arms. And as she slipped into dreams, he held her safe and thanked the stars.

#coolandspice #pseu slings #ikevamp napoleon #bon beau baguette #hon hon hnnnnggggggggggg he’s so tender i wanna MELT #~nunuche~ me like one of your french girls #this post brought to you by the schedule function

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long-bodyswap · 6 years ago

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Mine

by vchris1989

Chapter 1

Look at that son of a bitch! My douche of a colleague, Manny, is putting like some sort of dipshit teen while I’m getting our boss’s order. Mr. Flint asked us both to pick up his new clubs, but I’m the only one who gives a shit. And I guarantee that when we get back Manny is going to take full credit. He’s such a fucking ass hole, but I get even more frustrated with myself because I still can’t shake my lust and desire for him. Not for him or his personality, but for his body. It’s weird and hard to explain. I don’t get hard thinking about his body grinding all over me; I get hot about using his body for my own plans and desires.

“Hey, did you talk to the guy yet?” Manny asks impatiently.

“Manny, we’d be out of here faster if you’d help me.”

“Listen, you queer. You find that guy so we can get out of this dump. I don’t have time to listen to you bitch about not doing your job! Don’t see me complaining!”

I just scoff at him. You freaking son of a bitch. I’ve never seen you do your god damn job a single time. Always bullying me and extorting me to carry him through life. Fuck, as much as he pisses me off I just can’t deny this hunger within myself. I get so fucking horny thinking of what it would be like to own some of his swagger and confidence, to be the one coasting through life and preying on the week. My dick gets so hard thinking about owning him and all that he is- to enter his body and wrestle control away from his mind and soul and wake up as the new Manny. But that’s just a fantasy I suppose. I’ll have to-

“DUDE!” Manny yells.

Shit! I did that thing again where I spaced out on the job. These damn daydreams are getting more powerful and more prevalent. Fuck I’m hard right now. Gotta hide this before Manny-

“Oh for fuck’s sake, dude. Really? A hard-on on the job? That’s for me isn’t it? You sick queer, at least you have good taste,” Manny says with a swaggery scoff as he ditches the putter he was using and walks over to a different putting green away from me, shaking his head and laughing at my misfortune.

I fucking hate you so much, Manny. My face is burning red with my burning hot rage that anyone could be this much of a douchbag, but damnit fuck! My dick is so hard. Just the thought of entering Manny and making him a better person is making me leak precum. Oh shit, please not now- it’s never been this bad at work. I gotta-I gotta- shit I gotta find a bathroom to blow my load. But fuck I might miss the guy I’m waiting on. Fuck me I think my precum just leaked through my workpants! This isn’t going to end well…

6 hours later

Fuck today and fuck Manny! Just bullshit all of it! He doesn’t do shit and he has to go run his mouth to our boss about my little incident earlier. Our boss fired me and promoted Manny- made him a fucking regional manager! That should be me! God, if there was a way I could slide inside Manny I could have everything I want.

3 weeks later

So most people would be content with holding a grudge and going through a self-destroying cycle of hating Manny, jerking off at the thought of possessing Manny, self-hatred, and repeat…but not me. Unemployment has given me the time I need to research Manny’s end and my new beginning. My severance package was enough to fund the purchase of an original edition European witchcraft classic, Blackest Magic. For all I know, Manny has already forgotten I exist, but I’ve had plenty of time to remember him and the life and body he doesn’t deserve. With me inside him, he would be a real man, not some spoiled brat bitch ruining everyone else’s lives for his own gain. I can’t believe how much Blackest Magic cost me, but that means it must be legit, right? I’m all in, because I won’t have anything left if this doesn’t work. I- *DING* Holy shit! That’s the Fed Ex guy! It’s here! I sprint to the door, signing and taking my package in such a quick whirlwind that the Fed Ex guy is almost left transfixed as if I had been The Flash or something. I still make sure to thank him profusely as I close the door and scurry to my living room, giddy with anticipation as I gently break the bindings on this meticulously packaged volume. Opening the cardboard I am met by an unusually thorough layer of package stuffing. Careful…Careful…This is so bizarre…I can almost feel the air vibrating around the book the closer I get to it. Finally, I see the book- A pitch black volume in the classical style. It must be over 400 years old, but there is not a single sign of age or damage on it. This almost feels like a scam until I reach down and grab the book for the first time. The moment I make contact the book releases a breathy almost hiss, as if it is alive and conscious of my presence, perhaps assessing my worthiness.

Worthy or not, I am desperate. Surely the powers that be can sense my desperation and hunger to enter Manny, to control him…to be him. Please! Dark forces, light forces, I don’t care who! Just someone answer my call!!!!!

With that the book flies out of my hands and lands with an echoing thud on the table in front of me. I freeze in terror as the books pages begin flipping in an endless cyclone of magic energy until finally it halts on a page towards the back. Nervous, but curious, I lean forward until I see the answer to my prayers-Astrus Possessum…Manny doesn’t stand a chance…That night I made all the necessary preparations. It was really basic actually- If anything, I feel like these simple objects like candles and rose petals are just necessary to focus and redirect the book’s self-generated power. Everything is set and now I just mediate and focus. I focus harder and with more intent than I ever have. I think about filling Manny, overpowering him, and assuming full control of him. I think about laughing in his body and rubbing his hands all over his stocky, but strong form. I think about grabbing his man meat and pumping his cock until his balls are churning out the biggest load of his life. Fuck, my cock is leaking the biggest flow of pre-cum I’ve ever had. I know it’s the perfect time for the words! “Astrus Possessum!”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKINGAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I scream as I feel like every cell of my body is being burned to ash. This agony is too much for any mortal to comprehend, but somehow I know that it is necessary. The pain doesn’t feel like actual fire, more like the burning hot combustion of…Oh shit- I think my soul just separated from my body. I look down at my whispy hands, practically invisible. And now I’m floating over what appears to be my lifeless and already pale old body. I try to enter my old form in a panic, but I am repelled, utterly and absolutely. Fucking shit! I guess there’s no going back since I’m dead as a doornail…Not that I would ever want to go back…

I float over to Manny’s house-confident in my sense of direction since I devoted much time to knowing the route between his house and mine. Without even a second thought, I float through his front door calling out his name even though he likely couldn’t hear me. Oh will you look at that. Manny seems to have made some sort of makeshift bed on the floor of his living room so he could take a nice mid-day nap. Just look at you, you lazy fuck. Someone like you could rule the world if you’d give a damn every now and then. Enough of all this shit- all the frustration and resentment and guilt and shame. It ends now!

I fly directly at Manny, roughly flipping him fully onto his back. His eyes shoot wide open in shock, but before he can shout out I shove my ghostly hand into his mouth, filling him up all the way to the esophagus as he gags and tries to grab at me to absolutely no avail. I see terror in his eyes as he half-screams, already convulsing as I slide my ghostly arm down to the elbow.

“Oh we can make this even more fun,” I say to myself. Smirking with my invisible face, I withdraw my arm from his throat, making him gasp in relief before I place a hand to hold him down as I reach my other hand into his shorts and grab onto his meat hard, making him squeal like a horny piglet as I begin pumping and milking his meaty cock. “No no no PLEASE! NO LEAVE ME ALONE! WHAT ARE YOU- UnnNNnnnnngggggggggg Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Manny exclaims as I ruthlessly abuse what will soon be my thick cock. And from what I can tell he’s got nice length too- at least 7 inches. Fuck that makes me pump his meat even faster. Manny’s breathing begins reaching new peaks as sweat dribbles down from all over his meaty body. He’s given up fighting me, knowing that I have him pinned down and that trying to get up is a futile waste of energy.

“Please stop! I-I-I have a girlfrienddddddddddmmmmmmmmmmmmmoohhhhhhhh.”

It’s kind of funny how he’s trying to negotiate with a ghost that’s molesting him. Alas, I can see his pelvis starting to tighten and his breathing is really picking up.

“Ohhhhhhh SHIT!!! I’m gonna- I’M GONNA!”

Oh no you don’t. I let go of his meat, leaving Manny absolutely tortured with sexual lust as I leave him so close to a forced molestation induced orgasm. That’s going to be my orgasm, Manny. Thanks for getting it so hot and ready for me though. Manny is distracted now, desperately moaning out and whining from the horniness and lack of satisfaction. Oh don’t worry you pain in my ass, it’s time for me to return the favor! I rip his shorts all the way down to his ankles, eliciting a yelp of surprise from Manny as I dive directly for his virgin asshole, my head morphing like a gelatinous balloon as I begin flowing inside his body.

“MOTHERFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!” Manny screams as he arches his back and begins kicking his legs out, curling his toes and hyperventilating as his face goes red from contorting his face from all the pain and pleasure. My assault continues, making Manny yelp as I force my shoulder blades inside his hole, stretching him beyond what should be humanly possible for a virgin hole to accept as I continue a forceful and steady invasion. Manny yells out, shouting, “NO NO!!!!! PLEEEASSSSSEEEEEE!!!! GET OUT OF THERE!! GET OUT OF ME!!!! PLEASE NOOOOO!!!! UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” He grabs at the blanket on the ground, gripping and pulling it so hard that the veins on his meaty arms threaten to burst. I love how his legs keep squirming like his nervous system doesn’t know what to do or who to obey. Manny begins convulsing as the last of me enters his hole, the last of me sliding in with a slosh. Now fully inside him, I begin rearranging, sliding each limb into his. My legs travel and fill his. I make sure my spiritual cock enters his. My smaller frame aligns and fills his beefy and meaty chest. And finally, my head enters his brain and locks into place, giving me full control of his body and access to his memories and personality. Manny continues to convulse, his hips thrusting hard into the air as his back arches and he screams one last shriek of defiance before collapsing onto the ground, breathing deeply with his eyes closed before the world around me starts to come into focus.

“Did it- Holy Fuck it worked!” I shout with my new voice. “My name is Manny. Fuck I love this. Manny, I don’t know if you can hear me in there, but this is what you get you son of a bitch! Now I get to do this!”

I reach down and grab his still rock hard cock and begin stroking it with his own hands. “Ohhhhhh FUCK YEAH” I shout as I begin uncontrollably thrusting Manny’s strong hips into this grip. “Your meat feels so good, Manny! MmmmmmmmmmmYEAHHHHH!” I use my other hand to rub all over my beefy torso, feeling the weight of his strong torso and chest, grabbing all that meat with Manny’s own hands and almost yelping like a little girl when I twist his sensitive nipples.

“Holy fuck, Manny! Your nips feel so good! Your body is amazing and just want I dreamed it would be! Fuck, you love how it feels when I pump your cock. And you love it when I thrust your cock into my grip like THIS-OOOOHHHHH FUCK YEAH!!! YEAH take it you queer! You fucking love getting your cock milked by me! Feels too damn good not too. Oh fuck you’re close! I mean oh fuck I’m CLOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

I begin thrusting and pumping like never before, grunting and moaning endlessly as the pressure builds to impossible extremes. I close Manny’s eyes and squeeze his face into one of pleasure as I breathe deeply and bask in the odor of his sweaty body, finally reaching the point of no return as Manny’s cock can take no more.

“OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY FFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! FUCKING FUCK YEAHHHHHHH!!!!” I scream as I thrash my head uncontrollably, moaning in joy as each thrust and pump launches volley after volley of Manny’s hot cum all over his robust chest. The warmth of his cream on my new chest gets me so hot that I swear to God it must have triggered a consecutive orgasm as I literally cringe from sensation as I feel another round of cum begin to launch, sending more ropes of cum, literally making puddles across Manny’s body before his cock finally settles and my arches back relaxes gently back to the floor.

“Oh. My. Fuck,” I pant between breaths as I look down at the masterpiece beneath me.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I reach Manny’s beefy fingers down and scoop up a big puddle of his cream, smelling it and inhaling the aroma before taking it into his mouth. My eyes open wide in shock and then delight as I look down and begin scooping more cum and instantly devouring it.

“oh my *slurp* God. Manny, your cum is so *slurp* fucking delicious!” I exclaim as I slurp up every single drop off of his chest, sighing in contented afterglow as I resume his nap. I’ll shower your body later, Manny. I want you to be filthy for a while. And starting tomorrow I think the world will be meeting a new and improved Manny!

Chapter 2

I wake up at the crack of dawn on Saturday, stretching and yawning, and moaning in the pleasured joy of being inside Manny. “Good Morning, new friend,” I say with a giggle as I reach down and grab Manny’s hard morning wood. Mmmmmmm that’s nice. I can’t help but just grind Manny’s hips into these soft blankets, making his dick feel so warm as it slides against the soft and velvety fabric. “Fuck, this will never get old,” I exclaim as I cup Manny’s strong chest in my hands and use his thumbs to rub Manny’s nipples as I keep grinding his hips slowly and sensually into the soft and welcoming fabric. Shit this feels nice. Manny-like grunts leave my mouth, making my new cock throb with desire and sensation as a dark idea creeps into my mind. Immediately I stop this grinding and flip over onto my back, putting Manny’s legs in the air as I suck on one of his fingers, cooing and moaning as I get that thick digit warm and wet. “Mmmmmmmmmm, Manny I fucking love your body,” I whisper as I close my eyes and begin reaching that thick and wet digit down to Manny’s brutally straight hole. “ahhhhhhhhhhh That’s nice,” I coo as I rub the wet digit around Manny’s perky and tight hole, excited by the involuntary clenching reactions this body has whenever my finger actually touches the hole. I get Manny’s body relaxed by gently rubbing circles around that tight fuck chute. Fuck, Manny’s cock is so hard right now. Shit, Manny’s cock is leaking precum. Maybe that straight son of a bitch wasn’t 100 percent straight after all…This makes me chuckle as I place a thick finger directly on Manny’s hole, ready to begin breaking new ground. Before I can even apply any pressure though I feel a particularly strange sensation. It’s not uncomfortable, but I feel like there’s a lot of pressure inside, like that feeling when you drive up a mountain or a big hill. “Wait what am I? What the FUCK?!” I hear Manny’s soul shriek inside his mind. That must be the pressure. My soon-to-be abuse of his hole must have awakened his spunky fighting spirit. Too bad though he’s just wasting his energies. “Who are you?! How are you doing this?!” Manny demands. “Oh I think you know who I am. And I’m doing all this because I’m inside you. I am you now,” I say with a sinister edge to my tone that sounds so sexy coming from Manny’s throat. “You pushed me too far. You took everything you had for granted and treated everything and everyone in your life like shit, so I’m here to repo your life basically.” “What the fuck are you talking about?! And why can’t I talk?! Why are you talking with my body? Why the fuck can’t I move? What did you do?!” I spit into my hand and rub all that slick spit over Manny’s hole and begin pressing a thick digit against his hole, making me cringe and squirm as I force that thick digit down to the second knuckle, amazed by how tight Manny’s hole is and by the fact that I was even able to enter his tight straight man ass. “NOOO PLEASE!!!! STOP YOU FREAKING PERVERT!” “Oh Manny, I know this hurts, but trust me. It’ll feel so gooOOOOOOODDDDD Oh WOW you are tight!” I exclaim as I ram the last of the digit inside Manny’s hole, my mouth in a circular O of surprise as Manny’s back arches and I squirm on my back, leaving that thick finger buried fully inside me as I swirl that digit in all directions, activating an endless sea of nerve endings that even Manny is forced to succumb to. “NO! PLEASE STOAAAAHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPP! Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Manny begs in his mind. “Oh Come on, Manny. It doesn’t feel good when I do THIS?!” I say as I pull his finger out of his hole and ram its full length back inside. “Ahhhhh my FUCKKK!!! Fucking GOD! NO! WAIT! YOU CAN’T! I’M not a queer!” “That’s not what your hole is telling me, Manny,” I taunt as I begin swirling the digit inside him again, slowly entering a finger fucking rhythm as I get this hole nice and stretched- well on the way to making room for a second finger. “I swear to God! Pleaseeeeunnnnnnnnnggggggggggg oh FUCK! Wait no what are you- OHHHHHHH FUCCCCKKKKK NO PLEASE PLEASE STOOOPPPPPPPPAHHHHHHHHH JESUS!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME YOU QUEEERRRRRR-UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Manny screams as I, without warning, slide a second finger in his tight hole, shrieking myself as I force both thick fingers inside all the way. Holy fuck! I think I swear to God I almost just passed out, but now- Oh my God this is amazing! I try to swirl and pull and stretch those two fingers inside Manny’s hole, making me yelp in little noises of pure blissful ecstasy as my breathing deepens and I work my way to a fucking motion with these two fuck sticks. “PLEASEAHHHHHHH! NO! YOU CAN’T- UNGGGGGGGGGG- TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO FUCKING MUCH! CAN’T! OH GOD!!!!” Manny yells in his mind as he tries to deny the surges of pleasure crashing through his mind. I double up my efforts, grunting and shrieking from the force as I ram and slam my new hole, growling with Manny’s voice as I get caught up in a sexual rage. Fuck you and your hole, Manny. It’s my hole now! And I’m gonna abuse the shit out of it and get it nice and stretched out! Just to tease Manny I remove the two fingers and see what Manny’s reaction will be as I focus all of my energy and attention on Manny’s throbbing cock and the feeling of emptiness inside his hole. Pretty soon my energies seem to have an interesting effect on Manny. He tries to remain silent in his mind, but I can feel his trapped soul almost quivering with desire and emptiness as he tries to process both the sensation he felt in his hole as well as my influence. “What the wait no! Can’t be-fucking damnit I want it. Do it again please! Wait no! Not a queer! Not a fag! But fuck! Why did it feel so good?! Do all fags get to feel that good? Shit man I don’t care just please make me feel that good again!” Holy shot that’s such a turn on for me! I see a glob of precum dribble down Manny’s throbbing cock just from hearing Manny beg me to finger fuck his hole. “You’re going to have to earn the privilege. Beg me,” I respond with a hint of satisfied domination. “Please! Please fill my tight hole again! Make me feel what fags feel, I don’t care just please make me feel good!” Good enough I think to myself as I smirk and scoop up all of Manny’s gooping precum and spread it over three fingers. Without warning, I take those three thick precum lubed digits and shove them all the way inside me in one rough and swift motion. I’m paralyzed by quakes of pleasure as I scream and gasp, a bug eyes expression of overwhelming amazement on my face as I feel Manny’s hole stretched to its limits. Manny’s legs are trembling now as I begin fucking Manny’s hole with all three digits, making his toes curl against my will and his whole body convulse as I benefit from the pleasure. But if I thought I was having an interesting reaction…well fuck- I checked and Manny’s soul was just erupting with one constant shriek of conflicting ecstasy and disgust. Oh I can’t take this anymore! “Holy fucking JESUUSSSS FUUUUCCCCKKKKK UNNNGGGGGYEAH DUDE FUCK YEAH!” I shout as Manny’s cock begins dumping a hot and steamy load all over Manny’s robust chest. Fuck, this cock didn’t even get touched, but I just quiver as quakes of pleasure erupt from Manny’s sweet ass and travel into my new cock and balls and make my entire body shake and vibrate with pure fucking joy. I enjoy the feeling as each rope of Manny’s cum erupts and lands with a splash on his solid torso. And when the shots finally subside, I scoop up all of that cum and try to slide as much as possible into Manny’s stretched hole. “Do you fucking feel that Manny?! I’m gonna finger fuck this load of your cum so deep inside your hole it’ll never come out.” “Oh fuck man I don’t care just please make me feel good!” “Tell me what you want!” “Please make me feel good! Do whatever you need, just please make me feel so good!” “Be specific or I’ll quit now.” “No!!!! Please!!! Please shove my fingers inside me! I need three fingers! Two isn’t enough anymore! Use my hot cum as lube and fucking bury my hot jizz inside me, just please make me feel good!” Manny and I both coo in relief and satisfaction as we feel me slide all three fingers back inside, filling him up and pushing his warm man juices deep inside, making me feel a warmth and comfort as his cum literally oozes all over the inside of his hole. “Oh Manny, your hot cum feels so good. I bet this’ll feel so nice for your girl when I fuck a bunch of your loads inside her tight cunt!” This seems to bring Manny back to reality slightly as he tells me not to lay a hand on her and he suddenly begins reverting to his straight boy mentality, telling me to stop finger fucking him and calling me a fag and pervert and junk. Whatever, I’m starting to get the hang of this. I shut Manny up for the time being before I shove those three digits back in as hard as I can, pummeling Manny’s prostate and making me convulse and yell as an unexpected additional shot of cum randomly shoots out of Manny’s thick cock. “Mmmmmmm yeah. Manny, your girlfriend is gonna be seeing a new side of you. Fuck yeah, gonna fill up that tight cunt and then find some hot twink ass looking for a Latino Daddy Bear to fill them up and give them what they need. Thank God it’s just Saturday morning. I’ve got a whole weekend to use your body before I fully take over your life and show up to work on Monday and begin “my” new promotion. For the moment, I throw a purple shirt on and begin familiarizing myself with the basics of Manny’s life, logging into his computer as if it had been second nature and using this chance to recover. Mmmmm you see those three fingers I’m using on the trackpad? Fuck yeah all three of those thick sausages were pumping Manny’s hole and abusing his virgin prostate. Let’s see…Oh fucking perfect. Manny’s girlfriend emailed him and she’s arriving early from her trip…tonight. Oh Mannnny, finger fucking your hole was just divine. No joke, I can still hardly even feel your legs. I’m glad you recover quickly though because I already feel ready to pump a load inside your girlfriend’s tight cunt. Your manly nuts must be supercharged cum factories because I can almost feel them vibrating as they churn out more juices and loads for me to blow. I lift Manny’s arm and check his watch. Great. About forty minutes until Manny’s girl shows up. I collapse back onto the bed and bask in my possession of Manny. What a great day. Before I can even think another thought I realize I have to take a massive leak with Manny’s thick and robust cock. Ohhhhhh I can’t help but moan as I feel the cascade of fluid surge from Manny’s meat, making a commanding echo that bounces endlessly around his bathroom. I take a deep breath as the flow slows down, smirking as I do a few more than two shakes. Manny has a full length mirror in his bathroom, so I grin at the full length reflection of Manny, twisting his face into one of ownership and cockiness while I keep shaking drops of piss out of his cock. “Nothing you can do about this, right Manny? Can’t even stop me from shaking the piss out of your cock. You’re weak, Manny. All these years of you thinking you had some sort of edge over me, but now look at you!” I grab Manny’s balls and begin gently squeezing them and pulling on them, my back arching just slightly from pleasure as I gaze back into the mirror and grunt, “You don’t have the balls to mess with someone like me, Manny. That’s right, these are my balls now! All your delicious man cream belongs to me and I’m gonna taste it with your tongue and fuck it into your girlfriend’s tight cunt whenever the fuck I want. Oh, I forgot, how could I be selfish and keep a meaty, hairy, Daddy bear like you from all the tight twinks just dying to milk the cum out of you with their hungry holes. Mmmmmmmm yeah, Manny are you awake? I can’t hear you, but I hope you feel the way I’m massaging your balls, getting your cum nice and ready to flood your girlfriend’s pussy. It’s gonna feel so good for her when I make that last thrust, grunting forcefully as your warm creamy fluids surge inside her, making her feel a warmth that spreads from the inside out, satisfying her in unimaginable ways and making her beg you- I mean ME- for more. Oh I just fucking love your balls Manny- nice and big, but still cute and sensitive enough that it drives me wild when I cup one ball and just roll it around, tugging on your ball sac right up to the point I feel a chill rush up your back and through your dick. I’m still making direct eye contact with Manny’s reflection, hell bent on making sure he can experience this on some level no matter how dormant he may be. I squeeze his balls one last time, grunting out, “Your body is MINE,” before strutting up to the mirror and spitting on the reflection in front of me. “Yeah, you like that because you’re a fucking slave whore who can’t resist. You’re too weak to resist.” I get up real close, so close that Manny’s soft cock squishes up against the mirror as I stretch out Manny’s tongue and begin licking his spit off the mirror, making sure to gaze directly into those eyes, burning this image into Manny’s dormant consciousness. I lick my way up. “You sick slave whore. You’ll do anything I say” *Lick* “Because you’re nothing” *Lick* “Me forcing inside your body completed you” *Lick* “Made you a real man!” *Lick* “Just look at you, you fucking queer. The way your hole lights up when I force all those fingers inside you. Deep down YOU LOVED IT” *Lick* “Good job cleaning that mirror, whore. Now time to give Jenna what she’s been waiting for” I wink at Manny’s reflection one last time, giggling a bit as I notice a stream of Manny’s precum dribbling down the mirror from my little Role Playing scenario. Shooting a devious look across Manny’s face I drop down onto his knees and begin ravenously devouring his juices, speaking for him, pretending it’s Manny saying, “Oh shit yeah so delicious! I can’t get enough of those manly juices. Fucking love it ‘cause I’m a weak-minded whore who just loves being filled. IT FEELS SO GOOD BEING FULL OF YOUR ESSENCE! MAKING ME DO SICK AND TWISTED THINGS! I love it when you play with my cock and finger fuck my hole with my beefy fingers. Make me a real man!” I giggle and shiver at the same time, humored by Manny’s vocal cords producing such phrases, but also devilishly turned on. I think I have a new game for later, after Jenna leaves. *Knock Knock* I rush to the door, having just finished putting some clothes on and prepping for this meeting with Manny’s girl, Jenna. I try my best to mix the best of Manny with the best of me- in other words, I’m gonna mix Manny’s confidence with my ability to choose not to be a complete asshole around other people. Might actually be tough, but it’s too late because I’m already opening the door-“Hey, Manny. Been a while since you called,” Jenna says meekly, with a hint of both resentment and sadness. “I’ve been busy lately, babe. But I think you’ll notice I’m a new man. I’ll be here for you when you need me. So why don’t you step inside and let me prove it to you,” I say as I lean forward, ready to lock my lips over hers and pull her inside for a Manny-style power bang. “Woah there, sailor,” she says, placing her hand over my lips and blocking my advance. “Why don’t you get me a drink first? We have some unfinished business to hash out.” I oblige. Nodding my head and welcoming her in, following her into the kitchen as she sits at her favorite bar stool. “So…ermmm…What can I get for you?” I ask awkwardly, not prepared for Jenna to suddenly be so pensive. I’m unprepared, but still up for the challenge though. I mean just look at this selfie I took earlier: I got Manny a clean haircut and dressed him up to look adorable and fuckable. I quickly flash through Manny’s memories though and in a flash see that he had been really wrong to Jenna, having girls on the side, making her feel worthless, using a condom!, banging her so quick she never even got warmed up by the time Manny had cum! No wonder she wants to talk. I mean, hot twink ass on the side is one thing, but you never have other girls on the side! I’m flashed back to the moment by Jenna’s response- “Wow, Classic Manny. Can’t even remember my usual.” I scan Manny’s brain real fast. “Oh no, babe. A Tom Collins with a splash of 7-up. I just wanted to know if you wanted anything different to kick off our fresh start,” I say in the most sincere and caring tone I can possibly muster. Coming out of Manny’s gruff at times voice, it makes Jenna instantly blush a little, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Bingo. Turning her head to try to hide her involuntary half smile, she says, “you know, what the hell. I’ll have a vodka and cranberry.” “Anything for you, babe,” I say gently and lovingly as I walk up to her, leaning in and gently placing a tender kiss on her cheek, stroking the back of her neck and hearing her lightly gasp. Jenna turns her head slowly, almost by instinct positioning her lips to meet mine before I pull back and give her another loving smile. “Better get that drink,” I say with a blend of Manny’s suave confidence and my own capacity for love and affection. I instantly notice a shift in Jenna’s body language. Instead of having rigid walls and emotional distance, I can almost feel her energy drawing me in, attracted to the new Manny. Mixing her drink, we make casual talk about work and friends and I have her trying not to snort as she laughs from my warm and sharp sense of humor. This drink took over ten minutes to make because of all my stories that have her on the edge of her seat, cackling until tears of laughter emerge, but I don’t think she minds too much. “Sorry it took so long,” I chuckle as I hand Jenna her drink, giggling again as I see her smacking the table in hysteria from my last goofy story, still trying to get her composure together. Finally calm, she smiles at me and begins asking: “Where was this side of you the first time we dated? I haven’t laughed like that since high school, Manny. I-I-I have to be honest. I lied earlier about the sex. I didn’t think you would even want to see me unless there was some pervy sexual benefit for you. I really wanted to talk about the past. How you hurt me. How lonely I was. How in the bedroom you-“ I grab her hand tenderly and begin stroking it, looking into her eyes with a solemn look of remorse. “But, Manny. Just these past couple minutes- I- It’s like I don’t even recognize you, and I never thought I’d be so glad to say that. You made me feel loved and special, and like I mattered-“ I lean in and hug her deeply, bringing her in close and letting her feel Manny’s tight grip and the warmth of his body. “You will always matter to me,” I whisper into her ear, slowly sliding my face until I’m looking directly into her eyes. Those eyes are like open doors now, bearing no resistance as Jenna sheds a single tear, smiles, and then throws herself at me, hugging me so tightly as she tells me how much she loves me and how I’ve just told her everything she always wanted to hear. I grab her face and bring her lips to mine, gently meeting Manny’s lips to hers as we begin a gentle embrace. The taste of her lips is so sweet. I close my eyes and begin rubbing my hands up and down her back, reaching down and playfully grabbing her supple ass with Manny’s strong hands, making her moan and open her mouth enough for me to glide some of Manny’s tongue into her mouth. Her moans are blissful as our tongues wrestle in a lovers’ dance, entangling gently as if exploring new territory before becoming more and more agile and energetic as our body heat rises. I pick Jenna up in Manny’s strong arms and bring her over to the bed, gently laying her down as I pull her shirt off, showing off her trim body and perky breasts. I take Manny’s shirt off, revealing my meatier body. But I think Jenna has a thing for bigger guys; it must make her feel more secure. Regardless, I begin crawling towards her until I’m laying myself on top of her, feeling her lean legs pulling my mass into her as I lean down and we begin kissing again. Our tongues are ravenous for each other by this point as I shift and begin sniffing and kissing my way down her neck, cupping one of her supple breasts in Manny’s authorative grip, massaging and rubbing and squeezing until Jenna is groaning in ecstasy. I know she loves this because every time I grab her perfect tits she grinds her hips against the hard on tenting through Manny’s jeans, making me gasp as my pre-cum leaking cock gets more and more insatiable. I can’t take it anymore- I grunt as I rip Jenna’s bra in half, tearing it clean off before I make a dive for her exposed breasts, wrapping my lips around one of her perky nipples and beginning a barrage of gentle sucking and licking. “OHHHH Mannnnnyyyyy- You’ve never- oh that’s niceeeeee- Oh Mannyyyyyyy”Jenna says as I swirl Manny’s tongue around her sensitive tit, sending shivers from her nipples through her entire body as I grab her other exposed breast and continue massaging that soft skin, tweaking that nipple gently between Manny’s thumb and index finger. Jenna eggs me on as her back arches and she uses her legs to pull me closer and harder against her. If she loves this then just wait until she sees what’s next. I pull back, her nipple exiting my mouth with a gentle pop as she shivers and looks up at me longingly. Without a word, I grab her skirt and carefully pull it off her legs before moving in again and gently massaging and caressing my way up her legs and inner thighs, becoming almost certain she’s wet and hot for me right now as I begin pulling down her panties and see an undeniably moist cunt just begging to be filled. “Manny, you’ve never been this good before. I mean, it’s not that I wasn’t attracted to you before, but right now- OHHHHHH MANNNNYYYYYY!!!!! OH MYYYY—–UNNNNNGGGG—YOU’VE NEVER- OH YES MANNY!! YES YES YES!!!!” Jenna screams with ecstasy laced joy as I lean in and begin gently sliding Manny’s tongue inside her wet cunt, feeling the walls of her pussy clamp down on me in shock as I wiggle and set off a torrent of nerve endings. Fuck yeah, Jenna’s cunt tastes so good! I dig my tongue deeper, wiggling, sucking, rubbing her insides in all the right places, taking cues from when her legs twitch or when her back arches. I pull out and find her clit, giving that special attention as I playfully lick her most sensitive bundle of nerves, daring to even gently nibble on it before kissing that fireball of nerves and migrating my tongue back inside her cunt. I’m taking special care to massage and caress her squirming body, rubbing her lean core and feeling her back as it arches. She especially loves it when I hoist her legs over my shoulders and caress my down her thighs before grabbing a firm hold of her ass and hips and pulling her cunt towards my lapping and thrusting tongue. “ohhhhhhh Mannyyyyyy- I-I-I OH GOD!!! SO—Ungggg-GooooooOOOODDDDD! SO GOOD-OH YES YES YES YES” I go into turbo, swirling Manny’s long tongue inside her at unprecedented speeds and in all directions, setting off cascade after cascade of sensation inside her. I start sucking with gusto, trying to taste as much of her pussy juices as I can, making her whole body literally wretch as I try to hold her squirming form down as I thrust my wiggling tongue inside her. “Mannnnnnyyyyy- YOU-OH GOD- I CAN’T-I- OH PLEASE DON’T STOP! I’M SO CLOSE I-“ I release her writhing hips just long enough to quickly slide Manny’s thick index finger inside her soaking wet cunt, along with Manny’s thrashing tongue as I begin finger fucking her, squirming that finger around and stretching her pussy ever so slightly as I pull my tongue out and latch on to her clit and begin wiggling Manny’s tongue and sucking that nerve bundle. “MANNY!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU MANNY!!!!!! OH YESSSSSS MANNY!!!!” Jenna screams with joy as her cunt starts bursting with the best orgasm of her life. I can feel the walls of her cunt tightening so much it’s a struggle just to pull out my thrusting finger! And her cunt starts leaking so many juices that a trickle starts oozing out, forcing me to quickly maneuver down and start sucking her delicious juices out of her, forcing my tongue back inside as I try to devour every last drop, extending her orgasm indefinitely as her back remains arched and it looks like she’s trying to scream but no sound is coming out. I lap up the torrent of juices for at least 30 straight seconds, keeping her orgasm going on and on, making her body tremble with appreciation as she surprises me and grabs the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into the tight explosion of pleasure that is her cunt. I devour this feast until her trembling slows to a halt and the fountain of juices dies down, finally pulling out after several minutes of non-stop orgasms for Jenna. I look into her eyes, now aflame with absolute adoration and passion. Her supple body is drenched in sweat and her breathing is so heavy I worry for her safety. But underneath it all is a smile that lets me know I’ve given her what no one else ever has and what no one else ever will. “Manny!” She exclaims between gasps, “That was- I’ve never- Oh my God, Manny that was incredible! I-I-I love you, Manny! I believe you, Manny. Every word! This is a new chapter for us, and I want to start it off right, so baby how about you take those pants off and fill me up. Make me yours. I want you inside me, use your cock and make me feel good,” Jenna says seductively as she begins rubbing my pre-cum leaking cock through the tent of Manny’s stained jeans. I moan in approval as she unbuttons that denim and pulls down until Manny’s throbbing and leaking meat springs out right in front of her longing eyes. “mmmmmmm Baby I need it! Please, Manny! God you’ve changed! Where did you learn that?!” Jenna moans between squealy gasps as she squeezes and curls her toes. Those smooth legs are draped over my shoulders as I swirl Manny’s powerful tongue deep inside her cunt, slurping those juices that Manny, the fucking misogynistic prude, would never even go near. Fuck Manny, Jenna needs a real lover. Jenna needs-“Your dick! Please Manny!”I pull my tongue out of her pussy and just grin, still smack dab up against those pussy lips and licking all around. She closes her eyes and tosses her head back as I just keep licking outside her cunt, also reaching up and grabbing her perfect boobs, squeezing not too hard that it hurts, but not too gently that she doesn’t feel absolutely and completely safe with me here to protect her and to fuck her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this Jenna? Are you sure this is what you want?”“Yes!! Manny! I’ve never wanted anything more than this!”I retract away from her cunt and roll over to the side of the bed with Manny’s nightstand, sifting around and looking for a condom. I search around, finally finding that sealed latex when out of nowhere I feel Jenna’s hand resting firmly on mine.“No… Manny… You are not the man you used to be. I don’t know what happened to you, but I have never in my life felt the way I do right now. I can’t believe that I came here to end things for good because right now in this moment in time I honestly don’t want anything more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to feel you Manny… All of you. I want to feel you filling me up… Completing me in a way that only you can,” she says as she pushes my hand back down into the drawer, making me leave the condom in there as she guides me back to the bed.No!! What the fuck are you about to do?! Fuck man! You’re already using my body and shit! At least use some fucking protection! I’m not ready to be a dad! That’s not how I roll! Manny screams in his head as I pump his meat and get him fully hard while Jenna smiles adoringly at me as she gets on her back and spreads her legs, giving me full access to that tight pussy.Yeah, Manny. Well this is how I roll. Because I am Manny now. No one ever loved you! But now look! With me inside you, Jenna is utterly and madly in love. You’re a better person with me in here, a better man. You better accept your fate, and I really hope you enjoy this – because I plan on fucking conceiving your baby tonight.Manny is a mass of screams and resistance on the inside, but I’m able to silence them effortlessly. The forcefulness of his resistance is more than it’s ever been, but I’m already so deeply rooted inside his body that it now views me as the alpha consciousness. His body’s loyalty has permanently switched, and Manny will never again be anything more than a silent passenger who I occasionally allow to speak for the entertainment value.Damn, the waves of resistance crashing through my body actually feel pretty good.Oh Manny! Keep doing whatever you’re doing! Your pathetic attempts at fighting me are sending chills down my spine. Oh man – each time you try to take control I feel a little push coming from the inside that makes my cock twitch. Fuck! It’s turning me on so much! Manny, you’re just making me more and more turned on! It’s like you want me to fuck your load into Jenna’s pussy!I’m a little sad when the resistance stops because I stop feeling those waves of pressure surging through me from the inside, traveling down my spinal cord and ricocheting throughout Manny’s meaty body for converging on his throbbing cock which is dripping with pre-cum as I crawl onto the bed on all fours and begin moving myself on top of Jenna who is now squirming in anticipation.Her eyes shoot open as I start stretching that cunt and sliding the head in.“Nnnnnnnnggggggggggg , MANNY!”“You alright Babe?!”“I’m still just so sensitive from when you-nnngggggg- you know. How much is left?”“I’m about halfway,” I tell her as I lean down and caress her face. I pull her into a passionate kiss, relaxing her as we taste each other’s mouths. When the moment is just right, I slam the last couple of inches into her, making her convulse from sensory overload as that sensitive cunt sends shockwaves crashing through her pussy and up her whole body. “Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! MANNY!!!!” Jenna screams as she digs her nails into my back, making me growl as we both writhe together, joined in the most intimate way as I feel Jenna’s cunt trembling and squeezing my meat.“You’re so great babe!” I gasp as I start pulling out, feeling her cunt automatically tightening trying to keep me inside. “NNNGGGG FUCCCKKKKK!!!!” I grunt as I drive my dick all the way back inside. Jenna just gasps, a smile plastered across her face, lips in a wide open “O” with her toes curling wildly. While I build up my rhythm, sliding in and out, grinding and using Manny’s powerful body to give Jenna what she needs, I feel Manny again. I get shivers from the futile resistance. This is too good! I chuckle silently as I decide to let him speak. P-p-please!!!! You can’t! This is wrong! Get out of my fucking body!!!!!! The normally strong and confident Manny sobs in his mind.Face it Manny! You dickhead fucker! I’m a better Manny than you EVER were! I taunt him. Have you ever seen Jenna this happy?! Look how good I’m making her feel with your cock! She has a REAL lover now. Someone who can appreciate her and send her over the edge. I growl back at the ever hopeless Manny. B-b-but!I’m better than you! Just give in! You don’t have to fight it. Just agree that I’m the real Manny and your life will be better than it ever was. Manny went quiet for several moments, finally relenting: You’re right…I grin as I shut him up again, huffing and growling as I feel Manny’s robust nuts churning and pumping- getting this load ready to blow. “I’m close!” I exclaim as I keep pumping Jenna full, kissing her tasty lips and squeezing those tender breasts. “MANNY! I- aaaagggghhhhhhHH!!!!! I’m close too baby! I- OH GOD! Oh my GOD!!!!!” Jenna howls as the waves hit her sooner than expected. Her whole body tenses up as I feel her cunt quivering, trembling as the orgasm builds up. I thrust and pump into her faster and harder, driving this cock into her so she can have the orgasm she deserves. “nnnnnnngggggggggggggggg MANNY!” Jenna screams as her eyes shoot wide open and she begins gasping for breath, trying to yell but no sound comes out. The pressure building inside me reaches its limits as Jenna’s cunt starts vibrating with tension, squeezing me tight and milking me for all its worth. I go into a frenzy, slamming into her- pumping her full as I feel Manny’s baby cream flowing through into Manny’s cock before I thrust all the way back inside, howling wildly as the first load rockets out of me deep into Jenna’s hungry pussy. We both howl unintelligibly, grinding and thrusting against each other as we have the best orgasms of our lives. Our sweaty bodies glisten with pure joy as we calm down, my mass comfortably pinning her down to the bed as our breathing slows back to normal. Jenna stares at me in amazement for a blissful second before pulling me into a gentle kiss. “That was amazing, Manny.”I shut her up with my mouth while we cuddle away into the night. As we go to sleep I feel a warmth deep inside as I prepare to live Manny’s life to the fullest- Because I am Manny now.

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asklyracalistaandaidan · 6 years ago

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Wake Up Call (Pt. 1)

This is very nsfw, just forewarning y’all now.

We’re goin with PT 1 just in case I wanna do other things with it 😉

Lyra slowly sat up, blearily attempting to roll the sleep from her eyes, her mind a jumbled fog of grogginess and plans for the day ahead.

An odd, pleasurable sensation vibrated up her spine, drawing a smirk to her face as she noticed the head between her thighs.

"Ah, Nadia? What are...ahhhhh...what are yah doing? Not that I'm complaining, but?" Lyra chuckled, biting her lip as she pulled back the covers.

Nadia's tan skin glowed under the light of the rising sun streaming in from the glass balcony doors, her bright red eyes catching the golden rays. Her long, dark purple braid brushed against her thigh, the messy flyways an indicator of the previous night's actions.

"Well, well, well, good morning my love." She greeted, offering a mischievous wink before returning to what was doing, taking hold of Lyra's hips.

"I...ohh...okay, I'm just not gonna question it." Lyra sighed, resting back against the large number of pillows that adorned their bed.

"What? Can I not please my new wife? After all, you were so good for me last night." Nadia said innocently, hot breath tickling Lyra's core.

Lyra couldn't help the hot blush that rapidly overtook her face and chest, the red tinge drawing a laugh from her partner.

"I still can't believe we're married."

The countess paused, eyes locking onto Lyra's, her expression immediately softening, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses up her stomach and to her lips.

"I love you, Lyra. And I will have to admit the same, I still can't believe it myself...now if you'll excuse me, I believe I was in the middle of pleasuring my beautiful wife." Nadia admitted, playfully wiggling her eyebrows and making her way back between her legs.

Lyra gasped as Nadia found her clit, fingers digging into her inner thighs as her tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

Lyra groaned, a hand drifting down to brush a piece of hair out of Nadia's face.

Nadia barely masked her amusement, giving her thigh a playful squeeze while another snaked up to do the same with her breasts.

Lyra squirmed, whimpers brushing past her lips as she clawed at the sheets under her, hissing at the loss of contact.

"You didn't answer your queen." Nadia chided lightly, leaving her hands where they were and resting her chin on her Lyra's stomach.

Lyra propped herself up on her elbows, quickly flicking out a leg to place it on Nadia's shoulder.

"Did mah moanin like a complete idiot not answer the question yah or?" She replied, deadpanning, the throbbing between her legs driving her mad.

The equally serious expression on Nadia's face sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. Lyra knew that Nadia was a... dominant person in all aspects of her life. She normally didn't mind, she and Nadia's personalities balanced out perfectly. But, occasionally, Lyra liked to poke some fun at Nadia, just to see what she'd do.

Nadia deftly grabbed Lyra's wrists, still completely serious as she tied her hands to the bedframe with the sash of her robe.

"What were you saying dear?"

Lyra clenched her teeth, forcing herself to not laugh as she met Nadia's gaze, the latter sitting on her hips to admire her work.

"I believe you were thah one talking, Dia." Lyra rebutted, leg flopping back down to the bed.

Nadia let laughter sneak past her lips, shaking her head, braid tickling her sides,

"Well then, forgive me, Ly. Allow me to continue to make it up to you."

Lyra relaxed, fingers and toes curling as Nadia returned to her clit. back arching off the bed. She tried to swallow her moans and little noises, shuddering at the contact with her aching core.

"I don't understand how I ended marryin the most beautiful creature on the planet."

Lyra huffed, lifting her head to shoot Nadia a glare.

"You've looked...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...in the mirror right? I'm constantly in awe of yah, my darlin." She breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

"I...ahem...I am aware of what people say about me."

"But I'm saying that about yah." Lyra insisted, holding onto the sash.

Nadia paused again, vermillion eyes looking her up and down in a silent gesture of mischievous argument and adoration.

“Sounds like I picked the right Cajun then.” Nadia relented, smirking against her thigh.

Lyra raised an eyebrow, choking back a laugh as Nadia flicked the piercing adorning her nipple.

“I also still can’t believe you sat through that.”

“I can assure yah it wasn’t fun.” Lyra had to agree, biting down on her lip as long fingers slowly pushed through her entrance.

“Now back to what I was intending to do.”

#arcana game #the arcana #nadia route #nadia satrinava #nadia x apprentice #fan apprentice #nadia x mc #apprentice lyra

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Hey, if you wouldn't mind, could you do something with Sly/Carmelita with F from the second prompt meme? That would be amazing!

(I love these two~

Prompt:

Another heist, another life.

Sly skillfully used his master thief techniques to scale over telephone wires and use his trusty hook cane to swing himself down and then balance with fancy footwork across it.

His tail flicked as he dipped down then, two feet perfectly on their tip-toes as he squat and overheard some no-good crooks talking about their boss’s latest fleet.

“He’s got that Sly boy now!” One man said, “Reeaally clobbered him back at the Sand ruins! Heh-heh. You should have seen his face when the boss gripped his girlfriend’s little head and dragged her back to the camp!”

Sly’s mouth twitched.

“Slllyy…” warned a very strategical turtle friend of his, Bentley.

“Yeah… I know.” he twirled his cane around, getting back up.

“I know you what you want to do .. but should you do it is the real question.” Bentley advised through his communicator. “Best to lay low and sneak around a bit more. Pick up some clues on where he’s stashed Carmelita. Stick to the plan and-”

“No, I meant, I know the answer. And you’re probably not going to like it.”

“…!?!?!? Sly! No! You’ll blow your-!!”

Before Bentley could finish, Sly dropped down and began to clobber the two guards, taking them out as he hooked one around the next and smashed his head against the grimy, wet cement wall of the hideout.

“Why you-!” A big one started stomping his feet down, riling himself up. Seemed to be a rhinoceros and his friend a gorilla.

“Heh, tough guy, huh? Word of advice-” Sly confidently swung his staff over his shoulders and let his hands drape down in front of it.

The Rhino charged but he just stepped to the side, as smoothly and slowly as he pleased too, and then let the cane bounce off his shoulders to hook one of the Rhino’s feet and trip him up.

“Wo-woah-woah-ahhhhhHHHH!!!” he went tumbling and stumbling into a trash cane, getting locked in it’s small confines and hobbled the thing around as he tried to get out.

“…Don’t talk about someone behind their back.” Sly smirked, before looking up with his eyes slightly rolling at the scolding coming from his mic.

“I know, I know. I told you I knew, didn’t I?”

“I should have known! Ohhhh… Slllyyy… you’re making me anxious!” Sly pictured his friend gripping his head, his mouth strained out to an open frown where he tried desperately to make sure his teeth didn’t clatter.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m almost certain he’s keeping her in the confines of that shed.” Sly looked to the door beside him, a single light above it. “I need to move.” he suddenly narrowed his eyes and crept to the door.

“Sly, be careful! I’m getting weird signals on the inside!”

“…Shh… I think this thing is…” he reached for the handle, before suddenly hearing something like electrocution from inside.

He stood upright and hung his mouth open a moment, “Murray!”

Suddenly, with what sounded like excruciating pain, the door shook and Sly quickly leaped away, seeing his friend barge through the wall and obliterating the door.

Sly covered his head before turning around, seeing his friend fighting off electrical wires all entangling him, electrocuting him.

“AHHHH!!!” he cried out, trying to break free but they were designed to grip it’s Vitim the more he struggled. And because of Murray’s fierce, brute strength, the act of removing them through force alone would prove suicidal.

“Hang on!” Sly leaped to his feet, watching his friend’s arms that were struggling to break free, holding themselves up at an angle, now fell down as Murray began to faint from trying to hard to resist and endure the electrical shocks.

“Sly! These aren’t normal wires! Cut them with your cane!”

Sly had to slice and dice them, but as he did so, Murray would rear up and toss to and fro, making it harder and harder to avoid hurting his friend.

The wires were finally cut through by Sly’s precise locating and having to step around Murray when he would leap up, trying to shake himself off the pain and start racing around; If he accidentally tackled Sly, it hurt like heck to be electrocuted AND bulldozed down when trying to help your best buddy…

At last, Murray could speak, laying down on the ground with small whines and sniffles from the pain, he felt burnt. Steam came off his wrestler’s mask and Sly lovingly licked a finger and squeezed one fire out to put an end to his suffering.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Oh… you know…” Murray rolled his head around a moment, almost attempting to faint again. “When you fall into a trap… you tend to get shocked.”

Sly smiled, seeing Murray would be alright.

“The plan didn’t go so well then, did it?” Sly tried to say that tenderly, kneeling down by his large friend.

He smiled back at him, tilting his head, “Not quite. No fault of Bentley though. But I think that King Ko guy is expecting our every move.” he said that with some sign of caution. “Before the plan got kinda tangled up… I took out a guy who was carrying Carmelita’s gun.”

Sly’s eyes widened as he looked to Murray’s hand, and saw what he had been gripping onto.

He slowly reached and pried it from his burnt hands.

He flinched an eye at having to do so, but Murray only let out a “Owww..!” before whimpering and knowing it had to be done.

“Bentley’s coming buddy.” He held the gun close to him, getting up. “I won’t let him get away with this.”

“King Ko. The Koala with a Mafia. Know especially for his dealings in cash robberies and political affairs.. he runs too many cities already, posing as a just and clean mayor. Obsessed with gaining more power, you don’t want to call this man small, cute, and cuddly. He’s everything of a snake on the inside! Be careful sly… he’s dangerous.” Bentley informed him, after searching some stuff up from picking Murray up.

By now, Sly was already above in the vents, taking out and pick-pocketing for information before-

“Attention all you worthless ingrates!” A business man’s like voice came on, but with venom in every line… “The girl isn’t cooperating… so we’re having a bit of a… entertaining alternative… if you want to watch the show, it’s corridor three, section A’s elevator to the third floor. BUT WATCH FOR THAT ANNOYING RACCOON!”

Sly sneered, “I love a good show!” he took off at breakneck speeds…

Climbing the wires of the elevator, he was able to make it to their little ‘performance’ of sorts.

King Ko was hovering on a box-seat with some men around him, wearing a black suit and adjusting his expensive sleeves. “I want this pretty, simple, and clean. No blood, you got that?” he instructed, as Sly turned to peek through the slits and noticed something orange dangling from a chained string attached to the ceiling.

Carmelita struggled, “You’ll never get away with this! I actually thought about voting you back into office! You spineless, worthless, blood-sucking-!!” she kicked and squirmed, before slightly letting a shriek out as she felt the chain she was wrapped around break lose from three steel locks above her.

“Ahh… help!!” she shouted out, realizing the more she fought, the worse it got.

“Heh. Stubborn girl. Bad for business.” he lit a lighter and then put on some sunglasses. “Alright, burn any evidence. I want her and the hunk of junk blazing.”

Below her was a pile of immense evidences against him. By burning the documents and other articles, he could fully remain untouchable.

He puffed his chest hair out a little more, then his coat. “Alright. Let’s get a tan, shall we boys?”

Sly expertly creeped around on the ceiling, unhooking her from the three chains as the fire distracted the other men.

But Carmelita felt the drops and would shriek, alerting others of his presence as they tried to shoot him down, but by then, he had already gotten the chain low enough.

“Sly!” she called out, seeing him as gun fire flew around them.

Because he had to free her, he had to get her closer to the fire, there was no other way.

He leaped onto the chain and swung it, trying to get momentum before gripping the chain with one hand and spinning down to her.

“Miss me?”

“You’re next, Cooper!”

“I feel you may be a little heated from the situation right now, let me remedy that. although, I’ve always considered you a fiery personality.” He flirted, a little, starting to untangle her from the chain, before he realized…

“Heh, they call it the hot, Latino blood.” she joked back, before looking away and feeling the heat really getting to her too, “Phew… I can barely breathed.”

She didn’t know.

His hands hesistated…

“Carmelita.” he spoke directly, his eyes never leaving the chains.

“What?”

She went to look down but his hand quickly side-winded her and pulled her face up to look directly at him.

“….Find Bentley and Murray. They’re on the corner of the street by the powerplant… I never meant to put you in this situation…”

“W-what? Sly, what are you talking about-”

He suddenly kissed her, right before the bullets distracted him again and he ripped the chain from her flesh.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

She fell, but he hooked her shoulder with his cane and threw her away from the fire.

King Ko was a sick, twisted physco, and Sly was hit by a bullet and clung to the low chain, heating up and making it difficult to hang on.

“Sly!” Carmelita gripped her stomach, having not realized what they did to her, but having felt it was just the pain from the squeezing chains.

She looked around before seeing Sly struggle to climb up, also having an injury on his back, towards his dominant shoulder.

He let himself go except for one hand to grip at the bullet wound, before King Ko started laughing, “Two jokes for one punch line. I like it. Take them down.”

Carmelita, getting to her knees and using one hand to support her, shook her head, “NO! Sly, listen to me! I’m not leaving without you!”

He opened a squinted eye, exhaustion and the burning in his hand taking a toll.

“Trust me! You have to help me help you!” she looked so desperate, and for a moment, he could see what her heart was saying…

Thinking fast, he swung himself and the chain forward, throwing her the gun. “Save yourself, Carmelita… I knew in the end, I’d die trying to steal you.” He admitted his confession with every bit of tender truth he had left in him, but the second Carmelita saw her gun, she picked it up and began firing at every thing in her sight.

Personally finding cover and fighting through the torn skin on her stomach, she continued to fire and take expert aim, even through the heat wave that was making her sweaty and vision blurry.

“Now.. you.” she limped over to King Ko, having watched each man fall with every fire of her gun.

“What… what’s happening!? This is impossible! Is it because I’m short!? Is that is!? I.. hehe, Carm. Baby… I’m too cute to die…” he whimpered the last part and slowly moved to his knees, begging for his life as his hands came up to beg for mercy.

In a matter of seconds, melted handcuffs that were still able to unhook themselves were slung around his hands, before Carmelita looked breathed hard and looked to the chain.

“SLY!”

He was gone, the chain hung solemnly as the flames continued…

“Cooper!” she swung her head around. “NO!”

Seeing something shadowed in the fire she ran to try and fight the flames.

“You can’t leave me, you idiot! You can’t just-! Dang it, Sly! You were mine to catch! Mine to arrest! You… you can’t die, Sly… I … Sly, I…” she fell to her knees by the flames, tears verging before-

A charming, impressed whistle.

“Whoo… you make my confession look like chopped liver.” He was leaning against a wall behind her, and slowly moved to help her come up on his good shoulder, something to lean on.

“You’re fire frenzy helped give me cover to escape. I would have been roasted ‘coon without you.”

She was embarrassed, insulting him on the whole way out…

But they ended up sleeping in the back of the van, her head on his bandaged shoulder… his head on the top of hers…

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