#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screams and fucking shouts

[hercarisntyours]

the way she looks at him in this scene I'm so sappy rn my heart andshe'ssoprettyomg

[teddy06writes]

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.”

[liliesoftherain]

My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 17 Thank you, dad. 

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Once the last match was concluded, an announcement was made overhead to take a short break before heading out onto the field. However, since you managed to score yourself a place in the top four, you had to go to a specific area to get ready for the awards ceremony. You waved goodbye to your classmates before making your way down, thankfully not getting lost along the way.

You were met with a crazy sight once you arrived, your jaw dropping while making eye contact with--

Bakugou?

“Uh,” you point at his raging form, who only shouts more once he sees you, “what’s going on with him?”

“GLOW WORM, MELT THESE FUCKING RESTRAINTS OFF RIGHT NOW--”

“Bakugou is being, well, uncooperative,” Midnight sighs, rubbing her temple, “we were forced to use.. Extreme measures to insure he doesn’t hurt himself or any-”

“I’LL FUCKING HURT YOU IF YOU DON’T-”

You hold back a gasp as what looks like a muzzle is placed around his mouth by another staff member, choosing to look back at Midnight as he rages even harder.

“He’s been like this since he woke up. He still has to accept the first place prize, he did win after all.”

Next to Bakugou was Todoroki, as calm and collected as ever, a wild contrast compared to the former. Todoroki looks at you, and you feel your heart squeeze. You wanted to say something, but the words you had to say were a conversation for another day. You look away, getting on top of the third place concrete podium. 

“Now that you’re all here and in place, I’ll be heading back up to the grounds to do the announcing! Relax kiddos, and Bakugou… Please calm down.”

“Uh, Midnight, wasn’t I supposed to share this with Iida? What do you mean we’re all here?”

“Oh,” she stops and looks at you, “Iida had some family thing come up, he had to leave early. Don’t worry, he’ll still get the recognition. Just enjoy the awards ceremony, okay?”

You nod as she takes her leave, wondering what could have possibly happened for him to miss this.

“Hakamata.”

You snap your head to the right, looking past the still struggling Bakugou and lock eyes once more with Todoroki. Blinking in surprise, you bring a hand up to your mouth in a nervous habit.

“Yes?”

“…Thank you.”

You stare at him with confusion, unsure why he was thanking you. At the beginning of all of this, he was determined to think of you as nothing more than a pest--

But now…

“Oh, uhm-”

“MMFMAMUPH!”

Muffled screams cut you off, and you shake your head with an amused laugh as Bakugou extends his leg to try to kick Todoroki. The boy just sighs, stepping to the side to be out of the others reach, eyes then looking straight ahead and ignoring everything.  

Your father always did talk about the importance of appearances after all.

“Geez Bakugou-” His attention snaps to you, and you awkwardly laugh and figure you shouldn’t say anything else in fear of him losing his cool even more.

The ground shakes slightly after; a muffled voice speaking above announcing the start of the awards ceremony causes you to stand tall, with arms shoved into your pockets to avoid them awkwardly hanging by your sides. You made sure to throw your jacket back on, along with fixing yourself up, so you know you didn’t look terrible despite the few bandages along your arms and face.

The sound of fireworks and cheering now more clear as you settle above the ground, the students in the field surround the front of the podium--

Front row seats.

The attention makes you freeze momentarily, but you relax when you realize all eyes are on Bakugou. You hear the said boy struggle harder, causing you to awkwardly look away as if you didn’t know him. 

“In addition to (y/n) Hakamata, there is also Tenya Iida in third place, who was unable to be here due to family reasons! Thank you for understanding,” Midnight winks at the camera, “Now, we will award the medals! The presentation will, of course, be by the one and only--”

She was cut off by booming laughter, and you look up to see the eccentric number one hero jump off the roof and land smoothly in front of the winners podium. Midnight offers the awards, allowing AllMight to take them with his ever-present smile before walking over to you. You can’t help the excited blush that spreads across your cheeks as he jumps onto your slab of concrete.

“Ah, young Hakamata, congratulations,” he places a bronze medallion around your neck, the weight of it against your chest brings a feeling of pride, “You are a wonderful young lady, one who has shown strength, courage, and intelligence in your battles.”

“Thank you…”

“Don’t look so down!”

You let out a squeak of surprise as AllMight pulls you into a soft hug, giving your head a few encouraging pats. 

“I can tell you feel frustrated; you see, sometimes our quirks don’t work the way we want them to, and the setbacks they provide frustrate us to no end. You want to do more than what you can handle, and with a bit of training I’m sure you can mold your quirk to be what you want it to. Setbacks will be less frequent, and you’ll prevail in the end. Don’t let this stop you from achieving what you want, young Hakamata.”

You shyly wrap your arms around the hero, as far as your arms could go anyway, basking in his warmth before pulling away. He pulls away as well, giving you a softer grin than before and a thumbs up for good measure. 

“Thank you sir!”

AllMight moves to give Todoroki his second place medal, and you stare straight ahead across the sea of faces. Thoughts swirl in your head, but for once you’re at peace.

For once, you finally feel like you’ve proven you’re enough.

Even if your dad has told you over and over of your worth, ever since he found out what she did to you all those years, you’ve always had that doubt in the back of your mind. 

But now, by making it on your own, you felt like you didn’t have much left to prove.

Besides becoming a better hero than she could ever be, of course. 

“Now, young Bakugou!”

You break free from your thoughts as the winner of the tournament screams as soon as his makeshift muzzle is taken off. Deadpanning as AllMight is forced to put the ribbon in his mouth, as he dodged the attempts to place it around his neck.

“You’re so stubborn Bakugou…” Your whisper, which was meant to be unheard, was anything but as Bakugou’s feral gaze lands on your form. 

You look away, whistling innocently as AllMight made his ending speech.

“Well, they were the winners this time! But listen here, anyone could have ended on these podiums. It’s just as you saw, competing! Improving each other! And climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely growing! So, I have one more thing to say! SAY IT WITH ME!”

“PLUS ULTRA!-”

“THANKS FOR YOUR HARD WORK!”

“...ALLMIGHT-”

-----

The day was over, but you still had to change back into your uniform and head to your classroom to receive instructions. You sighed, finally feeling the fatigue kicking in sitting at your desk, half listening to Aizawa as he drones on about ProHero recruitment and having the rest of the school week off to recuperate. 

You weren’t worried about the internships, knowing you could always go with your dad to his.  

The class was dismissed and you walked out of the school, hand coming up to cover the yawn that left your lips. You couldn’t wait to go home, to eat a big dinner and take a nice hot bath--

“Hakamata.”

You turn around, confused to see Todoroki there. It was weird, he’s called out to you many times today...

He seems to hesitate, standing in front of you. You raise a brow, wondering what could have the Shoto Todoroki talking to you casually about. Sure, you cheered him on, stopped him in the hallways to personally wish him luck..

Granted, you suppose you have been calling out to him plenty of times as well.

“Ah, Todoroki? What’s wrong?”

He also did fix your arm, when he could have easily let you deal with it-

Oh no, was this about listening in on him with Bakugou?

He couldn't have found out about you spying on him, could he have!? 

“Hakamata, I need to ask you-”

“Shoto.”

You mutter a thank you, looking back at Todoroki who glared at the Pro.

A booming voice cuts him off, and you can see the way Todoroki tenses at the sound. You turn your head, gaze locking with the infamous Endeavor once more.

“Ah, it’s you again,” his voice sounds smug, and you think back to the previous conversation you had with the pro, “good to see you again. Congratulations on third place.”

“Todo-”

“I’ll see you at school, Hakamata.” 

His tone is short and stiff as he walks away, past his father who continues to stare at you. He grins, eyes narrowing in thought before he turns and walks away.

“Yes, see you soon, Hakamata-san.”

You watch as Todoroki’s fists clench by his sides at the words, yet saying nothing as they both disappear from view. 

You're nervous, annoyed, pissed, and concerned all at once, not knowing what to do. You had half the intention to run at him and once again give him a piece of your mind--

“(y/n) sweetheart, there you are.”

A smoother voice brings you out of your state of unease, and you turn with a smile.

“Dad! I thought you had to go back to the agency!”

He laughs, hands smoothing your hair down and eyes holding his smile.

“I wanted to take you home, let’s get going. You must be exhausted.”

You hum in agreement, holding your father's arm as he walks you to the car he brought. 

“I’m proud of you, you fought hard today.”

“It was all thanks to you.” You say honestly, thinking of every single moment your dad has ever been there for you. 

“Don’t brush off your accomplishments, sweetheart, you did this on your own.” His words are stern yet soft, letting you know he meant what he said.

You only hum once more in agreement, letting him open the door for you as you shuffle into the backseat, him following after and closing the door while letting the driver know he could go.

‘If only you knew how much hope you’ve really given me... Thank you, dad.’

[achtung-attitude]

A shadow appears in his peripheral vision, moving swiftly towards him. “I don’t think so,” he scoffs, shaking his head before summoning WEEZER to strike, driving a skeletal fist into the shadow’s center mass. It connects with something hard and metallic with a satisfying crunch, but Toto is taken aback when a torrent of thick white foam covers him, mostly coats his lower body.

The mist begins moving towards a single point, compressing until it is reduced to a single droplet of water clinging to SATURN BARZ’ finger tip. Kilo steps back and allows the object in his hands to drop to the floor. It is a fire extinguisher, with a fist-sized hole gouged out of it. 

“Oh, I see…” Toto says, his smile returning, “What? That the best you can come up with? Cover me in foam, and mess up my nice pants?”

“You must not have finished high school, huh?” Kilo retorts, to Toto’s confusion. He goes on, “You know what fire-fighting foam is, right? Mostly it’s chemicals, held together by bubbles… with carbon dioxide inside.”

Toto stares at him, not understanding. Then the burning on his skin begins, and he does understand. “What--?! What’s happening--?!!” he groans. The foam covering his face and body begins to contract and harden into off-white shells that exude a thick mist that flows down to the ground.

“Once SATURN BARZ activates its ability on something, not even I can stop it,” Kilo explains, “But I can make it so the change is delayed. I already worked my ability on the foam before you broke it open, but I needed you to get it all over yourself first. If you really didn’t finish high school, then you probably don’t know there’s a name for solid carbon dioxide: they call it ‘dry ice.’ And the average temperature of dry ice is -109 degrees Fahrenheit.”

Toto’s eyes go wide. He shouts first as the crystals latch to the flesh of his legs like leeches, then burn him like branding irons, instantly inflicting frostbite. The mass glob of solidified carbon dioxide welds him to the floor, as he screams in agony, trying to scrap it off with WEEZER’s fists. This only proves to worsen his situation, as the flesh on Toto's hands burn as he touches it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

“Let’s see you break out of this!!” Kilo shouts over Toto’s agonised howls, before delivering a high kick to his enemy’s jaw that causes him to slump over standing up.

He waits for a moment, watching the assassin’s body, but it makes no move. The dry ice continues to sear his skin, turning it red and purple. 

Satisfied, Kilo turns and rushes back to Moya’s side. She remains slouched against her pillar, head down and clutching her stomach.

“D-did you get him?” she asks.

“I got him. You alright now?” he prepares to lift her up.

“Are y-you sure… you got him?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Come on, we need to find Shizuka.” He takes her arm, draping it over his shoulder.

“The effect… his power… it should be cancelled by now, right…?” Moya’s voice is low and hoarse.

“... It should… I guess he ain’t dead yet. Fine, gimme a minute and I’ll…” he trails off then, noticing her now-uncovered stomach. A small, black puncture wound in her gut, leaking red blood. The kind of wound that can only come from a firearm. 

“What the fuck…? I didn’t hear a shot! When did someone shoot you? Hey, Moya!!”

A rivulet of blood spills from the corner of Moya’s mouth and she speaks through gritted teeth. “F-Five… Five years ago… I was shot right here, five years ago…! The bullet went through my guts and got stuck in my back… I was nearly paralyzed for life… It was right in this spot…!”

Too late, Kilo notices the presence behind him. He whirls around to face it, dropping Moya in the process and summoning SATURN BARZ, but too little, too late. WEEZER’s hand grips his face with a frigid hand, and he feels something dark and evil build inside of him. 

“Got you… Finally…!” Toto says in a high, strained voice. Dry ice still clings to his flesh, especially around his legs, as it appears that WEEZER has broken off the piece of floor its master was stuck to and dragged it along.

“Never thought you’d push me this far… But you got it wrong… You misunderstood… You didn’t think… WEEZER just brought back diseases… did ya?!”

The twisted Stand squeezes its hand around Kilo’s face. He reaches out for it with SATURN BARZ, but before he can touch it, deep cuts appear all over his body, spurting blood and sending him into shock as pain scorches him all over. WEEZER releases him, and he remembers where the wounds came from. 

The rooftop of Jerome’s mansion. Tarantula, the man who killed his best friend, attacking him with a Stand with scythes for fingers. The blades carving him up and leaving deep scars across his body. These scars open up into fresh wounds now, here at Anaheim.

“Tell me, Kilo…” Toto says in a soft voice, but loud enough so he can hear, “what’s the worst thing that ever happened to you?”

END of CHAPTER 37

[long-bodyswap]

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.  

[westallen4everlove-blog]

The fair

Team flash walked around, waiting for something to happen. 

Barry, who was already in his suit, waited for anything, just anything to come up because he was starting to sweat in all that leather. 

“Guys? think maybe it’s nothing bad happening today?” Iris asked. Barry nodded and gave it some thought. 

“Hell no, have you been in central city? everyday there is some sort of damn threat!” Cisco threw his hands up in the air and walked towards the computer.  “We just have to wait”

Wally and Iris both shared a familiar glance. “You know...maybe it’s no bad guys today! maybe the police can handle it” Wally smiled. 

“I agree with wally, Maybe we should just have a day off, we cant save the world“ Barry stated wrapping his hand around his now  wife’s waist. 

Iris smiled. “yeah”

Cisco stood up in utter shock. “Oh please, did Barry Allen just say we cant save the world? damn, wooow ,Okay, so if there is nothin to do, what do we do?”

“Yeah, what do we do?” Julian said. Suddenly the others looked. 

“I thought you were at work...” Barry told Julian. 

“Um...I was wondering the same thing about you but.. otherwise I am off today Allen”

Iris smiled. “Maybe we could go out! to a fair, or amusement park” She looked at Caitlin who also started to smile. 

“That would be really fun iris, I’d love to do that!”

The two girls looked at the others for approval. “Well..i suppose” Cisco said. 

-- 1 hour later ---

“WE HAVE TO GET ON IT!” Iris and Caitlin shouted. 

“HELL NAW I aint getting on that 300 foot drop!”

“Hey if anything goes wrong I could save you, or go back in time” Barry said. Iris and Caitlin gave barry a warningly look before they began to differ. 

“Although that is true I doubt the speed force has any more patience with you Barry” Caitlin walked to cisco and smiled. “Its gonna be fine”

Cisco took a deep breath and looked at iris. “Man, you gotta help bro”

“Fine, me and cisco will go to the haunted house while you guys  do the 300 foot-”

“Hell. No”

Barry moved to iris. “You are not going anywhere without me, you are my wife iris , we stick together !you never what type of crazies are out there iris” Barry suddenly placed a wrist band trapping his and iris hands together. 

“BARRY”

“I love you too” Cisco, who was trying to hold his laugh moved away slightly. 

“HAUNTED HOUSE YALL” The others sighed as Julian, Wells, and Joe went along. 

As they slowly entered the haunted house Iris grew prefunded of the fact she was stuck to Barry, getting slightly nervous herself. 

“Um, guys” Caitlin pointed towards the drop, and the ‘bridge’ that barely had anything to step on. 

“This is lit” wally stated. 

Iris swallowed hard. “Um, barry, Caitlin something we can do or?”

“We got this” Cisco moved his hand up to make a portal when wells slapped him in the wrist. 

“WE ARE IN PUBLIC”

“I..Barr are you sure we can get across safely?” Joe asked. Julain nodded in agreement. 

“Come on guys! we are team ...you know, we can figure this out” Iris said. Beofre the others could agree a hugs clown came behind them with an aux. 

“OHHH HOLY SHIT” Barry and Iris held on to each other and literally ran so fast they were already on the other side.  breaking the wrist band. 

“FUCK” Caitlin used her ice powers and made a bridge while the others ran across. 

“what the hell is that?” Julian asked. Luckily the clown was fake, that way no one could know who they were. 

Meanwhile Barry and iris were in some dark corner clinging to each other for dear life. 

“What the hell was that mate?” Julian asked. 

“Barr, what the hell you went so fast net thing I knew yall were gone” Joe rubbed his forehead with his napkin. 

“ I-I am sorry, I just don't like...we don't like clowns” 

Barry and Iris , who still looked terrified finally sat up. “were okay”

“The hell? you left us out there to die” Wells stated. 

“I am sorry, I just got freaked out” Caitlin bowed her head down and looked towards the ice bridge she made. 

“Lets keep moving”

--

Soon enough they reached this part of the ‘haunted’ house that looked very confusing. Mirrors, haunted house with a house of mirrors...

“Oh shit” Cisco said. the lights were decreasing, and the amount of visibility decreased along with it. 

“ barry?! Barry I cant see!!” Iris panicked worrying she would get lost. ‘Okay, stay calm, its team flash right’ she thought. 

“Barry? where are you?”

“Iris? IRIS?”

“DUDE KEEP YOUR VOICES DOWN” Cisco added. 

Next thing iris knew she had bumped into something. “Oh barry I thought I-”

The thing she looked at was yet another clown with red glowing eyes. this time, IRIS FREAKED. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

“IRIS?” Barry quickly ran only to run into clear  walls. “Iris, are you okay?”

The others just said yellow lighting all over and started to get worried. 

“BARRY CALM DOWN” the others tried to move fast enough to find each other, then suddenly the lights came back on. 

“Iris?!” barry called. he looked around and did not see her. 

Iris sat down against one of the glass walls, and breathed. “Its not real” she told herself. She was not going to look back up, in the fear of seeing another damn clown. 

Iris?” barry sped over to iris and comforted her. “what happened”

“IT WAS A FUCKING CLOWN BARRY” she said. she laughed slightly at herself. 

“Gosh, I made myself look so stupid” she commented. 

“Iris, you are one of the strongest people I know, and trust me, being slightly scared of a freaky creepy ass clown is nothing” Barry pecked her on the lips while the other eventually caught up. 

“Ready?” Julian asked. 

---

The other finally made it of the last part, a  two deep dark slides.

“Um....” Joe said. Wells, and him shared a glance. 

“I love slides” Iris said Happily. 

Barry smiled and moved towards her with another kiss. 

“Alright, should not be bad right? who is going first?”

Everyone looked around. 

“I will” Iris and Caitlin both said. they two smiled and each went down the slides. 

The boys did not hear any screaming and figured it was fine. 

“Okay, lets go next”

Meanwhile iris and Caitlin were taking selfies and talking about how awesome and cool the-

“AHHHHHH” Barry and Wally screamed. 

They heard the others scream as well and laughed. Eventually them all coming out. 

“that was ...fun” Wells commented. 

a little later they saw two 10 year olds coming out saying ‘That was not scary at all’.

“So team, flash.. ready for another house to go in?” Caitlin asked. 

“lets go inside the house of mirrors.” Iris replied. 

The others liked this a bit better, if barry would just stop running into the damn thing. 

--

“So, that was really fun” Iris commented. Barry smiled as they all waved their goodbyes and went home from star labs. 

“Yea, that was fun, but I know something that is wayyy more fun” Barry moved slowly on top of iris.

“Really, like what?” she asked grinning. 

“Oh trust me, this will defiantly surprise you” He smirked and moved towards his wife, Concluding the best day ever, next to their honeymoon of course. 

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Thanks for reading!! 

[definitelyameatbag]

Meet the Cats

Another chapter for the college AU by @drawbauchery!

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“Well, that’s the Reptile House done. How far until we see the elephants, Laplace?”

Perri turned to look at Laplace’s face as the taller woman flicked through the map of the zoo. She noticed the bright sun bringing out freckles on her face that she hadn’t seen before. Perri already felt her own skin burning in the heat wave, the last gasp of summer weather before the winter chill. Amy, currently enjoying a bag of popcorn beside them, had suggested they go to the city zoo for the weekend, while they still had the good weather. Well, her first idea had been the beach, but Laplace and she bargained that down to only going if the heat lasted long enough after a Sunday to somewhere else, so the zoo it was. Good Lord, Perri thought, what if some of the students saw them?

“The elephants seem to be down that path, on the other side of the tiger pit.”, Laplace pointed forward, on a path parallel to a ring of steel railings circling a pit. The zoo was hardly packed, the summer boom of visitors over, but the path Laplace pointed to had more people than the average they had seen during the day, suggesting it was a place boasting a few star attractions.

“Jeeze, Perri, you’re pretty damn eager to see these elephants.”, Amy noted, ruffling Perri’s hair. Perri blushed, straightening her hair out again.

“I’ve always wanted to ride one, ever since I saw The Jungle Book as a kid. They’re so big an powerful and--oh!”, she turned to run towards a sign next to the railing of the tiger pit.

“‘The Siberian Tiger is the largest cat on Earth. Native to the Sikote-Alin mountain range, less than 600 individuals are alive today, but due to conservation efforts that number is rising. Wysex and Jaden are the third-generation descendants of a donation by Novosibirsk Zoo in the 1980’s. Their coats are of--’”

“Perri, there they are!”, Laplace interrupted Perri’s reading, in a hushed tone. Perri looked up to see two huge tigers emerge from behind a rock formation, drinking from a stream with a few cubs in tow.

“Awww!”, Amy sounded, moving her popcorn to dig into her pocket. “Hey Perri, get into shot, I’ll take your pic!”

Perri looked at her, and acquiesced, “Alright!”, shifting to the right to get between them and the tigers leaning back on the railing. “Tell me how to pose!”

“You’re good for the catwalk, Perri!”, complemented Laplace at seeing Amy fiddle with her camera-phone, who responded with a “Hey-oooo!”

Perri smiled. She hadn’t known either of them for very long, but for their quirks she had thought they were pretty cool people, being friendly enough to let her into their little world.

She barely heard the ‘cheese’ as her ears rang of the bolt that snapped off the connection to the section of railing she was leaning on. She had even less conscious thought to give to the sight of the world spinning as both she and the railing fell backwards.

In just a second, by the moment the camera clicked, she had disappeared under the new entry into the pit.

“Perri!”, screamed Laplace and Amy, running to the edge of the rim. About fifteen feet below them, on a patch of dirt ground, Perri laid on top of the railing, not moving.

Amy ran her hands her her hair, muttering, “Shit, shit, shit, what do we do, what the hell do we do?” Laplace spun around in a panic, looking for a zookeeper. “Help! Someone’s fell into the tiger pit!”

Amy took a deep breath, looking down at Perri, still lying still on the ground below them.

“Fuck me.”

Laplace stood in shock as she saw Amy step off the edge. “Amy!”, she shouted, ducking down to peak just over the edge, seeing the woman landed on her feet at the bottom, “What you doing, you crazy bastard?!”

“Chill!”, Amy shouted back, looking down at Perri to her right. She could see her eyes slowly opening, possibly her regaining consciousness. “Perri, are you alright?!”, Amy asked, much more quietly, putting her hand on her back to shake her.

“Uhhhhh...”, moaned Perri, pushing herself up with her hands, “What happened...”

“We’re in the tiger pit, Perri.”, answered Amy, managed to send a chill down her own spine.

Perri continued lifting herself off the railing, “What...Tiger...”, before freezing when she lifted her head.

“Amy.”, she spoke, as evenly as she could manage. “They see us.”

Amy looked up to see them. Two Siberian Tigers, each one the size of a motorcycle, stood about thirty feet away, watching them. Amy had no idea how fast they could run, but she couldn’t imagine it would give them much time. “Is this where we puff ourselves up to look as imposing as possible?”, she asked Perri.

“No!”, shouted Laplace from above, “They have cubs! Being threatening will just make them want to kill you more!”

“Wow, thanks!”, screamed Perri, harshly, jolting up to a stand. Amy looked behind them for a moment, not an instant more than she dared to, to see her climbing surface. She met with fifteen feet of concrete wall, poured into a concave surface like a seawall, impossible to climb.

They couldn’t go back, and they couldn’t go forward. Amy darted her eyes left and right, trying to see an exit. “Blue! You see a gate anywhere?!”

“I think I see one at the other end! Go right!”

“Alright, P, get ready to run.”, Amy slowly motioned to Perri.

“I can’t.”, Perri replied, refusing to take her eyes off the tigers.

“Perri, seriously, we need to high-tail it, now.”

Perri slowly leaned to her left, to Amy , “I can’t move. I can’t.”

Amy was dripping with sweat, adrenaline shooting through her veins as her heart boomed in her temples, “Perri, this isn’t the time to pa--”

“I can’t. Move.” Perri pleaded, one last time.

Then one of the tigers took one lumbering step forward.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, Perri yelled, shooting off to the right and sprinting as fast as she could, Amy staying close behind her.

The ground had been mostly level next to the wall, and minus a near slip when crossing the stream that ran through an iron grate, Amy and Perri kept at full sprint. Amy could see that Perri was running with a slight limp, maybe through hurting herself on the railing. She nearly slowed down, the popcorn in her stomach making a quick job of leaving her winded, but a momentary turn of her head to the left, and the spotting of an orange blur, put her back to top speed.

At last, they approached the gate, part of a section of wall made of vertical metal bars, like a prison cell. Amy had slightly overtaken Perri, and banged on the gate, locked shut with a chain. “Hey! Is anybody out there?!”

She turned to check if the tigers were there, but she could only see Perri, ten feet back, on the ground after tripping on a log. “Perri! Ar--”

The tigers emerged, slowly lumbering from the bush, one approaching Perri and the other facing Amy, putting itself between the two women.

Perri rolled onto her back, causing the tiger to halt for a moment, giving her a considering look. Perri was frozen in helplessness, her arms instinctively up and exposing her belly. She started hyperventilating at the thought of disembowelment.

“Amy...please, help me...”, she whimpered, as the tiger took a few more steps toward her. Sniffing her, it began licking her face, her skin getting a few scratches from the tongue meant to peel hide off flesh. It placed its forepaws across her torso, and gave a yawn, baring a mouth that could fit her head inside, armed with a set of thick and sharp teeth. A small voice inside Perri’s mind told her to stay still, accept her fate, and try to faint to avoid the worst of the pain.

She stayed fully aware as 300 pounds of tiger slumped on top of her, using her as a cushion.

“P!”, Amy whispered, losing her mind at the site of what seemed to be Perri being adopted, but still alert at the tiger directly in front of her.

She nearly had a heart attack as the tiger roared and leaped at the bar wall, from which squirted a jet of water aimed for the tiger.

“We’re here, Amy!”, cried Laplace, which Amy could see was holding the hose the water was coming from, “Get Perri!”

“How?!”, screamed Amy, looking at Perri, who now seemed to be having her face licked by one of the cubs.

“Here, take this!”, yelled another voice, likely a zookeeper, pushing something through the bars.

Amy grabbed it immediately, looking at it in her hands. It was a brown leather bullwhip.

“What the hell do I do with this?!”, scoffed Amy.

“Smack them!”, ordered the zookeeper, “Get them to retreat for the cubs’ safety!”

Adrenalin continued to numb away at her sense of danger as she unfurled the whip, letting about ten feet of leather strip fall to the ground as she took a few swings to get used to the weight.

Moving her arm in a great arc, she took one first swing at the approaching tiger, hitting the ground just beside it, causing it to flinch but not much. Amy tried shifting around it, sliding right in a semicircle she planned to eventually reach Perri on. She took another swing, this time a direct hit on the snout, causing a blood-curdling snarl.

The tiger on top of Perri also roared, jumping off her and dashing behind the tiger facing Amy.

After a few more swings, Amy praying each time to not hit one of the cubs and shifting a little more inbetween the opening each hit gave her, she managed to get next to Perri, still catatonic on the ground.

“Perri, I think we need to get out of Dodge.”, Amy assured her, in a sense of bravado that even she thought was a little misplaced.

Perri muttered something incomprehensible as she lifted herself up and took shelter behind Amy, leaning onto her for support. She managed to collect herself enough to say, “My leg feels like it’s broken. I need carried if I’m going to move.”

“Well, I’m not going up against these things without a whip!”, snapped Amy.

Water squirted out of the bars again, distracting the tigers. Lapis shouted, “Try heading back to where you feel in! I’ll be there, we’ll pull you up with the whip!”

In a spin, Amy scooped up Perri and began to run back where they came. Perri gripped on as tightly as she could as Amy leaped over the stream, sprinting the full distance back to the railing.

Her arms and legs ached as she placed Perri onto the ground. “Alright, P, get on my back.”, she gasped, struggling for air as she sat in front of Perri. Perri dutifully put her arms around her neck, as Amy leaned forward to get standing again. “Alright, Laplace, c’mon, get here...”

“Amy.”, said Perri, into her ear. “If we die here, let me just say...you looked really cool swinging that whip.”

Amy gave a breathless laugh as her free hand gripped onto Perri’s. “And thanks, P, for being so small and light.”

Perri managed a tight squeeze before Laplace’s head peeked over the edge. “Alright, throw me it!”

“Hold on, P.”, Amy put her whole body into the swing of the roll of whip, managing to get at least one of the ends up for Laplace to catch.

After a few seconds, Laplace called out again, this time out of sight. “OK! Here it comes!”

An end of the whip fell over the edge, the tip ending just about a foot above the reach of Amy’s arms.

“Oh, come on!”

“Wait!, shouted Perri, shifting her weight up her back, stretching out and grabbing at the whip, rolling a length into her hands. “Grab my hips!”

Amy did a 180, Perri left hanging on to the whip-turned-rope. Amy wrapped her arms around Perri’s hips, clasping on tight.

And then she noticed the orange blobs exiting the bush.

“PULL US UP! PULL US UP!”

Amy felt her feet leave the ground, just as Perri cried out in pain. Amy normally felt fine about her weight, but Perri probably didn’t feel good about the weight of two people going through her spine, arms and hands.

The tigers were only a few feet away as they really began to start getting lifted. Amy swung up her legs, in preparation for a tiger jump.

Fortunately, blessedly, they reached the edge of the wall, and she felt people pull her and Perri back onto the surface.

The concrete surface was nearly the most beautiful thing she saw that day. 

“Me and my fucking great ideas!”, screamed Laplace, which Amy looked up to see the face of. She was overflowing with tears, hair frazzled and jaw clenched, as inelegant as she ever saw her before. “I nearly got you two killed!”

Amy and Perri looked at her, then at eachother, and began to laugh.

“What, what’s so funny?!”, Laplace shouted, “You were nearly eaten by fucking tigers! Do you understand how much danger you were in?!”

As one, they tackled Laplace to the ground with a hug.

“I’m being serious! I nearly killed you two with that idiotic id--”

“Shut up and hug us, Blue.”, Amy commanded.

Sighing, Laplace gave in, and wrapped an arm each around Perri and Amy.

---

Wednesday morning. Laplace was at her desk, an arm lying on the desk to form a little hamper for Pumpkin to sit in and stay warm. With her other hand, she held up a bottle for Pumpkin to drink milk from, which they were getting through voraciously.

Perri walked in through the main entrance, only slightly limping.

“Hello!”, greeted Laplace, looking up from the tiny Pumpkin. “You’ve been let off quickly!”

“Yeah.”, replied Perri, “It was just a sprain. Still not something to run on, but not too bad. I see you’re bonding with Pumpkin.”

Laplace gave a grin that was downright cheeky. “Yeah, I’ve moved them to my desk. I thought you and Amy could do with being away from cats for a while.”

Perri grimaced. “I’ll be at my desk. You can get the coffee.”

[we-are-richmond]

What Could’ve Been E3 C2

IM NOT CRYING. YOUR CRY-OH WHAT THE HELL IM FUCKIN WAILING

Javier's POV "How are you feeling dad?" Mariana asked. I walked into the tent, looking at my family concerned. David looked at me, then to his two kids. I didn't like that looked. It was so forced, him trying to be strong for his kids. Why couldn't he let me keep this, let someone else be the strong one for once? "I'll...be fine Mari." David attempted to express. The look of pain on his agony on his face made it rather clear he wasn't. "What's going on?" I wanted to know. "We think dad's leg got infected." Gabe stated. "What?! But they said they'd treat it!"" I exclaimed. "Javi, it's fine. I can..." David groaned. I shook my head, groaning in agitation. "I'm going to go talk to Mason." I stated. "Is that a good idea?" Mariana asked, her dark orbs wide with concern. "When is anything your uncle thinks of good...?" David asked. The pained grimace on his face hurt my soul. "David, I joined to keep our family safe. To get you help." I started walking out of the tent, "I promised dad.". All of this pain. All this blood shed. For what? If I couldn't protect what little family I had left, what was the point to it all? The August air blew around me, causing me to rub my arms. Things were gonna get really cold soon. I looked at the ground sitting by the fire, talking over things. Ava was the first to notice me. Her dark hand attempted to wave me off, but I kept coming. "Mason, we need to talk." The brunette leader looked up at me, almost displeased with me being there. "Javier, I'm assuming your delivery to the slaughterhouse went well." Mason said. "That's not what I'm here for. I need to talk about our deal." I explained. "Told you it was a mistake." Badger scoffed. "Hush," Mason stood up, walking to me, "What is there to speak on Javier? You agreed to join us if your family was kept alive.". "And that my brother would be treated!" I added. "It was though. Vivian removed the bullet, simple as that." Mason said. "The wound wasn't cleaned though, and David's leg might be infected!" I exclaimed. Mason looked me dead in the eyes, pushing up his glasses annoyed. "Javier, may I remind you that your group has stolen from us. You are still earning out trust." It almost sounded like he had been reciting that damn sentence for hours. My fist tightened up, rage building up inside me. "Mason, we should at least stop the infection." Ava spoke out. Why did she put up with these people?! Didn't she see how messed up they were?! "We had a deal! I've gotten your supplies bastard!" I roared out furiously. "Indignant fool." Mason muttered. "You think i'm indignant? I have a right to feel this way!" I shouted. "To act like a stubborn child who had their toy broken?" Mason scoffed.  All the pent up anger started to break out. My niece and nephew terror, my brothers suffering, my family being held here against their own will. "GO TO HELL MASON!" I shouted. Mason looked at me surprised, when I threw my head forward. Pain filled my head as I head butted him, but it was worth it to watch this sociopath fall. Ava's eyes widened in surprise, turning to face me. The others were quick to rise, guns raised at me. The yellow-orange haze of the fire illuminating on us all. The men kept their guns on me, and out of the corner of my eye I spotted my family. Mariana appeared frozen in distress, not knowing what to do. Poor girl was to young to be going through all of this. David was barely able to stab, yet held Gabe back who attempted to run to me. My heart drummed against my chest, as I tried to think of an escape plan. If I moved, I might get shoot. If I stayed, I'd defiantly be shoot. I turned to them, staring the three if them in the eyes. David shook his head, as if able to tell what I was going to do. My heartached at the thought of running, but at this point...what else could I do? "Lo siento" I quickly kicked the pot of bioling water forward, nearky setting my pants on fire. "OH JESUS!" One of the guys screamed. No wasting another second, I took off running. "Uncle Javi!" Mariana cried out. It pained me to hear their shouts. "Don't look back, don't look back." I thought. Gun fire filled the air behind me, but eventually all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing and my heart beating violently. My lungs burned for the desperation of taking a break, but I dared no stop. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes with each step I took. Their faces and screams were imprinted in my mind, haunting me despite it just occuring. Leaving them. Leaving them behind with that monster... Could I not learn my lesson? Was I really that much of a fuck up to not be able to save anyone?! First papa, not being there for his last moments. Then mama, who we were unable to save. Uncle Hector, god, I knew he was bit and told no one! Even Kate was my fault. I was supposed to be on watch, why didn't I see that muerto?! Why did I have to be so stupid and attack Mason?! Why couldn’t I control it..?! How come I had to fuck it all up?! In my blurry vision of tears, I was unable to notice the root sticking out of the ground. I let out a yelp as I fell to the ground, landing on the dirt. Slowly I pushed myself up, attempting to move more. My legs buckled instantly, causing me to collapse again. Tears ran down my face, and my whole body shook. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I wailed, slamming my fist into the dirt. More screams came from my throat, as I continued to punch the ground. My fist burned greatly, but it didn't stop me. My throat burned from the screams, yet I could not hear my own voice. The world around me turned gray, and quiet. No matter how loudly I wailed, nothing came out. My body slowly began to crumble. Dirt clung to my hair as I began to collapse in on myself, my arms slowly stopped punching, and went under my torso. My hands went to my face, while my fingers tore through my hair. Sobs wracked through my body as I held my head, mewling like a small child. Everything inside me was slowly going numb. I couldn't feel my eyes burning from the tears, nor see out through them. Ears gone deaf to my screams and wails of agony. No aching feeling on my bloody fist. Nothing... Nothing at all. After what felt like forever, one thing came through my incoherent whimpers. "I'm sorry dad...I couldn’t take care of them...."

[twonio]

I CAN'T FUCKING FUNCTION RIGHT NOW

I NEED TO WATCH EVERYTHING AND REWATCH 100 TIMES THERE'S LIKE TEN SEASONS LEFT, TWO HOURS EACH, HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE PSA'S KINDA WANNA LIVE BUT ALSO NOPE IDK WHY I'M STILL ON CAPS LOCK I JUST NEED TO METAPHORICALLY SHOUT ITS LIKE 1AM JEEZ ~SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME I NEED SOME FRESH FLUFF~ THANK GOD FOR TUMBLR NO TUMBLR Y U NO SHIPS!? DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO WATCH THE TRAILER I NEED TO PREPARE MYSELF FIRST NEED TO LIVE THE EMOTION TO REACH THOSE HEIGHTS I NEED TO FALL FURTHER WAIT PLEASE WAIT LEARN TO WAIT FUCK I NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM IT OFF ... ... ... ...STILL INTERNALLY SCREAMING... ... WHAT AM I DOING I NEED TO GET BACK TO FINISHING THE PSA'S WHY AM I DOING THIS HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I FUCKING LOVE YOU I FUCKING LOVE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU IF I ALREADY LOVED YOU TOO MUCH BEFORE SOMEHOW NOW I LOVE YOU MORE BUT I GUESS I HAVE MORE REASONS - - - NO! THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD HATE HIM NOPE NOPE NOPE I'M NOT LISTENING CAN'T HEAR YOU but STILL LOVE YOU FUUUUUUUU- HELP ME I'M SCARED OF MYSELF I FOUND A WAY TO QUOTE SOMETHING WHILST TRYING TO ESCAPE IT NEVER KNEW HOW DEEP I'D GET I'M STILL HERE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pfff must continue now... thank you universe for blessing us with this heaven I'M SO SORRY i forgot *SCREAMING* danke kgsoydhdohdyektwoyskycuudysyeoywkywkywyowt wut wat U WOT? nu i .