#I always come back during spooky szn

[beatificallytrash]

HC: how the losers are there for each other

Mike:

• The one they go to for comfort. When they need peace or just need a long warm hug.

• Doesn’t force them to tell him anything, will see they need comfort and just give it.

• Will create a comfort zone for them and not let anyone disturb it. Keeps the losers favorite snacks and movies stocked for this reason.

• A remedy for their overthinking.

• Knows how to read their body language extremely well.

• When they’ve had a bad day or need an escape they’ll go to Mike where he always welcomes them with open arms and a soft smile. 

Stan:

• The one they go to to talk and be listened to.

• Helps work through their issues. Therapist friend.

• Calm in the midst of their chaos.

•Has the ability read and understand their emotions and thought processes to best help them.

• Best to calm down panic attacks or mental breakdowns.

• Helps them cope with life.

• Not the most comforting but most understanding. 

• Passes reality checks out like candy while also gentle parenting (“Okay, let’s break down why that is the absolute dumbest decision you could make.”)

• Will barge in his room and flop onto his bed with a sigh ("Stan, I feel like I want to jump off a cliff rn." "Same, but let's dissect that.")

Bill:

•The one they go to feel safe.

• When they are scared and lost they trust Bill will guide them out of danger and darkness.

• VERY protective over them. Has and will resort to violence for them if necessary.

• But still has a very gentle and calming presence.

• Will either stop them from being reckless or go do it with them.

• “Who did this to you?” energy mixed with golden retriever.

• Keeps window cracked open and phone on full volume when he sleeps in case one of them need a safe place to stay or has a late night emergency. 

• Says "Everything will be alright, I got you" and they will believe him because they trust him completely.

Richie:

• The one they go to when they want to forget something or be cheered up.

• Type of friend that will do anything to make them laugh even at his own expense. 

• Will embarrass himself to save the others from embarrassment or to just get a smile.

• Feeds into their delusions and embraces their weirdness.

• Down for basically anything.

• TMI doesn't exist for him.

• Indulges their most dramatic and first-world problems.

• Can yap with him for hours about the most niche and absurd topics.

• Shows them how to not take life so serious because he is the definition of unserious.

Ben:

• The one they go to for help and fix problems (practical, personal, literally anything).

• Will drop everything to help his friends.

• Very knowledgeable and gives gentle wise advice.

• Helps first asks questions later.

• NEVER judges or embarrasses them. Just unconditional acceptance and love.

• Can truly come to him with ANYTHING. They need help with a resume? Need a study partner/tutor? Taxes? Flat tire ? Having an existential crisis? Hiding a dead body? Ben is there and ready to help with the same earnest no matter how big or small the issue is.

• They’re personal google (He rarely doesn’t know an answer).

Bev:

• The one they go to have fun/distract themselves.

• When they need a partner in crime. Will help them with vengeance.

• Helps them release built up emotions. (“You’re angry? Okay let’s go smash some shit.”“Overwhelmed? Let’s go on a drive to clear your head.”)

• Big sister/cool aunt vibes.

• One they go to when they don’t know what to wear.

• Gives great advice because she's probably made the same mistake before as they have.

• VERY affectionate. Hugs and forehead/cheek kisses are always expected from her.

• Makes them feel brave.

Eddie:

• The one they go to to vent and get out intense feelings.

• Will go through the emotions with them. Cry when they cry. Get mad and rant with them. Get excited when they are.

• Doesn’t try to problem solve just will be there with them through it when they’re most hurt or anxious.

• First to cuss a bitch out for them. 

• Knows how to hype them up and boost their confidence.

• Honest and will tell them harsh truths.

• They’re personal WebMD (“Eddie my heads been hurting all day help me.” “Well, you’re either dehydrated or you have a brain tumor. So, I hope you’ve had plenty water today.”)

• Aggressive mom friend (“I brought you a coat cause you always fucking forget!” “Why tf aren’t you wearing sunscreen!?” “Your stomach hurts? Okay I have tums, ib profen, pemto bismal…”)

• The movie making him a risk analyst makes sense because that’s what he is for them (“Yeah I’m like 95% certain that will definitely kill you.” *To Richie mostly*)

[jaeyunologyy]

Anonymous asked:

02z fucking you with fnaf animatronic heads on 🫢

a/n: not gonna be lore accurate bcs im horny as fuck for them, at first i wanna use the ogs fnaf 1 characters but fuck it let's pick one hot character from the first 3 fnaf(s) + my two worlds colliding :)

edit: felt like reposting this for spooky szn :)

jay wearing springtrap's

the worn out green bunny head covering his masculine face only making his sharp eyes visible making you feel some type of way. dirty but thrilled. scared but aroused.

you sensed fear in your veins while you look at the psychopathic killer bunny animatronic head that you despise so much is now being worn by your lover while his cock is pounding you so good not missing any spots, his fat tip is throbbing inside of you because you're tighter clamping down on him today.

is it the springtrap head making you scared so you behave with your best or you're just actually a fucked up little girl living her best life with her dark fantasy?

his big hand wrapped around your throat pressing the sides lightly making you lightheaded, you're already a bit fuzzy from small space of the vent that's been pinning him against you since earlier when you guys were crawling in it to explore the place more and you found springtrap's head in one of the lanes in the vents.

his voice echoed within the small space of springtrap's head. "little bunny is too tight on me today, is she enjoying herself hmm? my little doll is pretty with fear in her eyes. did you like getting fucked by a monster. who could kill you in an instant baby? hell you're gushing on me right now. guess i know the answer now, and if i'm not satisfied with it i can always come back right?" and the growly voice of his was accompanied by creaking noises of the vent while he was pistoning in and out of you or maybe you just have a visitor that's enjoying the show?

jake wearing mangle's

you're bent over the counter in the pizzeria's kitchen while your whiny boyfriend is fucking you with a white & pink fox head he found while trampling around the abandoned placed.

while you were looking around the kitchen he creeped up behind you catching you off guard which was so hot because he was so light on his steps that you did not catch a sound you felt so small to him. you could feel his breath right by your face that was pressed against mangle's muzzle.

jake was a huge a fan of mangle and he admitted to you during halloween that he wanted to fuck you while he's wearing a mask preferably mangle's.

and that's how you ended up breaking in to the pizzeria to find the head for him to wear while he's angling his tip to press against your gspot making you trickle out on the floor from squirting for him. the excitement from the fear made the sex much more enjoyable. the intermission noise sounded from the surveillance, you knew they were near but fuck you're too brainless for it.

"you like my mask baby? you squirted all over the floor because of it. need to take you again in our bedroom many many times you want while i put this mask on." you felt he nuzzled against your neck with the mask on while lightly grazing the razor sharp teeth on your nape. "need to mark you with it so you can't never run away from me. i'll always catch you puppy. you're mine, you're under me forever."

sunghoon wearing foxy's

sunghoon has been so mean to you ever since you told him you liked foxy and how you found him attractive for an animatronic.

it's so ironic when he was fucking you on the security guard table while wearing foxy's head. he knew about your fantasy and even though he's mean about it, he's still willing to be dragged by you to go 'visit' the pre-demolished pizzeria in order to bring home foxy's mask.

ever since you got the mask you can't stop gushing on how cool it is, how pretty it is, how valuable it could be and how bad you want to be fucked by the animatronic if it's capable of it. it pissed sunghoon off so much, he pulled you into the surveillance room, closing both side doors and made you sit on the table while he put the mask on snapping the jaw at your face everytime you made a too loud sound and finger you open to take his cock.

"really pup? you wanna get fucked by a fox robot, so fucking nasty. i know stupid girls like you only think about getting stuffed by random things in their cunny but a fox? that's disgusting little vixen. i can always fuck you baby. anytime. and i'll make you feel much better than that stupid fox could."

you guys left the guard room with cumstains and bite marks on your shoulders, neck and chest from hoon's biting using foxy's teeth. it might've been your imagination but you were sure a growl outside the door when hoon was talking down the fox while fucking you.

[postalninja]

Little asks for you! As a Spooky Szn Aficionado - What are your 3 most favourite things about Halloween?

HALLOWEEEEEEN!!! :D Teeheehee! Thanks for the ask ;) 1. The autumn season. Halloween happens during the best, spookiest time of the year. I absolutely adore the fall - when the air starts to get a bit cooler and the leaves start to change, I feel invigorated! Fall makes me want to bake and go for walks and bike rides! And I love stepping on crunchy leaves after they fall - one of those childlike pleasures that no one should ever grow out of ^_^ Funny story, a couple of years back I left the house one foggy autumn morning heading to work, and I legit thought to myself: What a beautiful day! Thick, gorgeous fog, dead leaves on the ground, the crows are singing... what a great day to be alive!! XD 2. Shopping for Halloween decorations! Or, in my case, looking for year-round spooky home decor! I have definitely become one of those people who goes out during the pre-Halloween months specifically looking for spooky decorations that fit my goth aesthetic. There is SO much great quality, beautiful stuff available these days! No longer are cheap, glitter-covered plastic tchotchkes the only option - my home is full of beautiful pillows, candlesticks, lanterns and statues that I bought during Halloween decor shopping. And yes, I do have some things I put out to decorate for Halloween specifically (that's when my collection of pumpkins comes out of storage), but mostly I look for things that stay out all year! :D 3. Trick of treating with my nephews! This is a new one, since last Halloween was the first time I had the privilege to do this. I haven't gone trick or treating myself since I was 17, and it was always the most fun. And since I don't have kids of my own, the lack of that activity was a disappointment year after year. I didn't even get trick or treaters at my door because my house was a bit tucked away. But now I live in the same city as my two little nephews, and it was soooo cute going out with them trick or treating last year. We were even out past dark (which is a big deal for a 3 and 5 year old!) so we got to see all the cool light-up decorations in the neighborhood. The Halloween magic was real! 4. I'm adding a fourth thing because I can't just limit it to three! The COSTUMES!!! Of course, the freaking costumes! Halloween is such a great excuse to get dressed up! I personally enjoy the 'closet costume' approach, where I build the base of the idea on things I already own, and then just need to accessories to make the finished look. Since I already have an interesting wardrobe as a goth, I usually have something to work with, and with my background in fashion design I can theoretically make the bits that I'm missing. I'm already thinking about the costume I want to do this Halloween (Prudence from Oxventure! I already have the horns! ^_^)

[transformhim]

The Devil Next Door

Here’s one to kick off spooky szn 👹

———

My name’s Cade, and I’m a recent university drop-out. At the time I moved back home, I felt like a total failure. My prospects were cut back significantly, I didn’t have any steady employment waiting for me on the other side, and worst of all it meant moving back in with my folks at 21. Honestly, it felt like I was destined for nothing but a life of total banality and disappointment.

Dropping out of college is rough, but it definitely helps having good friends around. Friends like Mr. Campbell. Well, I guess I should just call him Wes at this point. He always calls me Cade, so I should just call him Wes, right? Regardless, we’re well past being on a first name basis. Wes moved into our neighborhood shortly after I moved away for college, but I’ve gotten to know him a lot better than some of my friends since I came home.

He’s in his mid 40s or early 50s—I could never remember—working at some demanding job, so he used to pay me to mow his lawn once a week. Not that he was frail or anything; in fact he’s fitter than most people I know, including people my own age. I guess he just felt like more hands makes less work and he would save a lot of time if he had someone helping out. That’s how we got to know each other initially, and he seemed like a pretty cool, pretty chill guy upon my first impression of him. After a few months of mowing his lawn and doing other yard maintenance work, we started hanging out just for the hell of it. We’d hang out on his porch, drink, smoke some j’s, shoot the shit, whatever. After a few months of that, I started coming over to play poker with some of his work friends, who of course all happened to be the same brand of burly, buff, mature dude as Wes. By this point in our friendship, I had already moved out of my parent’s house, but I kept going over for some reason, call it loyalty. I noticed that pretty much all of his friends—all except for the women he brought around—were gay, and I soon figured out that he was too, thanks to some snooping in his bathroom while I was using it. I mean, straight guys don’t just keep an assortment of dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and more in a drawer in their bathroom, right?

That was totally fine by me, too. In the year I spent at college, I came to discover that I wasn’t 100% hetero myself, thanks to several drunken late nights with my pledge brothers in the frat I was rushing. In fact, I didn’t realize it at first but I was finding myself more and more attracted to Wes. I guess it started when I started mowing his lawn. He would come out to do some of his own garden work—pulling weeds, laying mulch, trimming hedges and shit—but, like me, would work without a shirt on. His wide, hairy chest and strong, hairy arms always made me swoon, and I know he’d caught me staring several times, only to smile it off.

It escalated during our porch sessions. Whenever he’d joke about something while we’d been drinking or smoking, we’d burst with laughter, but he slowly started to pat and rub my thighs as we laughed. I’d say nothing because… well, Hell, I wanted it to continue, and I made my own passes as well. I’d share similar seemingly innocuous touches with him, each time seeing how far I could rub up and into his thigh without him reacting. Several times, I swear I brushed the tip of his stiff cock head, but without any noticeable reaction from him; so, naturally, I let him do the same with me, and what should I care if he felt that I had a hard on (which he did, because I so often did around him).

Things really escalated during our poker nights. Since the closest guy my age in his friend group was 33—12 years my senior at this point—I was the resident cutie and was treated as such. When we all got drunk enough, we’d lose our shirts and start comparing muscles and size, and of course I always had the sharpest and tightest form out of all of us. We’d take our shirts off and show off for each other, but everyone couldn’t wait until it was my turn. I’d slowly remove my button down in a poorly done strip tease while the gang cheered and laughed, and pop a few poses, showing off my former swim team captain bod. I’d gotten much more fit since I started working for Wes, and I think he liked that, watching what he saw as his creation behaving with such confident sexuality. Everyone would touch and feel my bulging arms and broad chest as I flexed them, but I always felt like it was a 75% joking, 25% horny interaction. Except with Wes… no, his touches always felt like those of a lover; gentle every time but always lingering longer in eagerness on my skin. I loved it, even more so because it gave me an opportunity to feel up his muscle tits while he felt me up. I’ve always been a pecs & boob guy, and Wes had simply mouthwatering, hairy, juicy pecs, blossomed from his time on his university’s wrestling team and maintained by his years on his job, whatever that was. I could never see them from my vantage during these impromptu lap dances, but Wes told me that his friends would always smirk and roll their eyes at us—I could only guess that it was because of the clearly mutual but mysteriously unaddressed attraction between the two of us.

Unaddressed, that is, until last night. When I was fondling Wes’s pecs for the dozenth time, he actually bounced them for me for the first time, alternating under my touch between the left and right, and gave me a sultry wink. He then wrapped his hand around my upper thighs near my ass and squeezed. It was almost enough for me to cream my shorts right then. The night continued as it always did—more casual lusting, more drinks, more games of poker, more jokes—until midnight rolled around, which was usually our cue to head back to our respective homes.

As we all head to the door, Wes ushering us out, standing just behind me. Then I felt it. Wes’s large but soft hands suddenly started rubbing my lower back. He continued leading us out, saying his goodbyes and cracking more jokes, as I felt his hand reach up under the back of my shirt and down into the waistband of my shorts and briefs. We were basically the same height but he felt larger to me in that moment, call it the submissive side of me. Now at the door, the first of his friends were walking out and stumbling their cars while everyone continued to say their goodbyes, as Wes hungrily rubbed, squeezed, and groped my round, firm, bare ass. I swooned and leaned against his touch, trying my hardest to maintain the secret and keep my composure, as the last of his friends trickled out.

He playfully smacked my ass when it was my turn to exit, quickly pulling his hand out ushering me forward by my bottom, slyly pinching my right cheek as he did. Now in the late night air, I turned around with a fully obvious hard on and grinned drunkenly at him. I could hear everyone’s cars turning over and pulling out of the driveway behind us, and he just returned the grin.

“I’ll catch you later, Cade.” He said simply with a wink, stepped back in, and closed the door.

I held my breath so as not to jizz buckets on Wes’s front porch and made my way to my car, somewhat dejected. So what, after all of that, he couldn’t simply invite me back in? What the Hell! I got into my car, but I didn’t plan on heading anywhere until I took care of business. I sat in the driver’s seat, pulled off my shirt, whipped out my throbbing dick and spanked my meat as I watched him clean up for the night from his living room window, tugging my balls and pinching my nipples until I came like a hydrant all over my chest and torso. I drove home in silence with the windows down, my shirt still off, my drying seed crusting against my faint red chest and ab hair, and my mind racing.

———

I woke up this morning with a fucking thunderstorm of a headache. I rolled out of bed, stumbling to my feet and stubbing my toe on one of my bed’s cold metal legs, cursing between groans and cursing myself for dipping into my personal booze supply when I returned home late last night. This was going to be a bitch of a day if I didn’t get some relief soon. Nothing like some hair of the dog.

I shuffled to my kitchen in my briefs, wincing at the light that poured out of the refrigerator, and pulling out a bottle of brew. I looked at the stove and saw 10:37 AM on its clock, groaning and rubbing my eyes, shocked that I allowed myself to sleep in so late. I took my first pull of the beer, it’s foamy coolness rushing down my throat and feeling like the much needed medicine that it was. Thank god for Saturdays. I figured I would just stay in, recover, do some exercises, do some cleaning, maybe watch my former university’s football game on TV, game a little maybe…

I took another pull and scratched my itching ass cheek, stopping suddenly as I felt the sensation of a hand on my ass, remembering the events of last night. The phantom feeling of Wes’s hand against my bare ass sent waves of exhilaration through me, and I exhaled a heavy, ecstatic breath. Last night was the pinnacle of the mountain of signals Wes and I had been sending each other, but I still couldn’t believe it actually happened. I would’ve doubted it too if I didn’t remember the exact feeling of Wes’s hand against me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had gone full mast in my briefs remembering the moment.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

The sounds of knocking against my door sounded like cannon fire to my ears. I thought to myself, ‘Who the fuck would be knocking at this time on a Saturday,’ but quickly corrected myself noting that it was nearly 11. My head was pounding and the noise was like an ice pick against my ear drums.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I had spent so much time in misery that realized I hadn’t answered the door. The knocks were still just as piercing.

“Coming! Coming,” I groaned in a monotone, shuffling to the door. I undid the latches and opened the door, immediately regretting my decision. The light poured into my TV room and damn near blinded me. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t so bright, thanks to my awning and my west-facing entry, but I was absolutely decimated by its brilliance, throwing thumb tacks into my head that already felt like it was swimming with shattered glass. But then I made out a shape as my eyes adjusted. A tall, broad shape.

“Speak of the devil,” I groaned, forcing a smile at Wes, upset that he was seeing me so hungover.

“.. and he shall appear!” Wes chirped, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling. He was wearing a crisp, short sleeved, pink button down, some olive slacks that had been rolled up in cuffs, and white dock shoes. He always dressed very well, even in a casual setting, one of the things I loved about him. I looked at him with furrowed brows, unsure of what he meant.

“It-It’s the rest of the saying. Y’know… ‘Speak of th-‘… Aahh, it’s not important.” He huffed a small laugh. He took a second and looked me over. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No! No, I’ve been up for a minute, I just-…” My heart dropped, realizing that I was still only in my briefs. It dropped even further when I realized that I was still fully erect from my time in the kitchen, reminiscing on last night’s antics. I tried my best to cover myself without implying too much panic, but it was difficult considering my above-average size and how much it pulled forward the rest of the fabric in my briefs. “Shit, man, I’m so sorry, I think it’s still a bit of morning wood…”

He cocked his head back with a knowing smirk, “Dude, I think you know I don’t mind.” He was right. We’d almost gotten there last night, but I guess his love language was anticipation. I just smiled back, still covering myself out of pure instinct, but slowly letting my hands fall away. My meat still pulled away at the fabric, giving Wes a bit more of a glimpse of my red pubes nestled in the front of my waist where my cum gutters met in a defined V. He looked me up and down, sizing me up and drinking in all I had to offer. I wanted to tell him that fair is fair and he should strip down too—but again, anticipation. He took in a slow heavy inhale and then met my eyes again, “You mind if I come in?”

I smiled stepped aside and spread my arm inwards, gesturing him in. As he walked in, he spent a few seconds just wandering around. He scanned my living room, tilted his torso a bit to look at my kitchen, took a few steps down a hallway that couldn’t have been 4 feet deep and leaned against the door frame outside my bedroom to peer inside and pivoted, turning to look at me through the mirror hanging in the tiny hallway, and nodding approvingly with his lips pursed. I felt a little sting of embarrassment that Wes could see every corner of my entire residence in what had to have been at most 10 footsteps. His home was so dazzlingly decorated, littered with artifacts from all over the world that looked to be older than European colonialism in the Americas—some way older. I was also feeling extremely horny, on account of the fact that my number 1 crush was touring my apartment, and the fact that his clothes were looking way tighter than I thought they were when I opened the door…

“Cozy place…” he said sweetly.

“Cozy is just a polite way to say shitty,” I chuckled and he did too, shrugging at the accuracy of the statement. Sensing a lull in the conversation, I crossed my arms. I always liked the way my arms looked crossed, it always accentuated my musculature well. He seemed to like it too, chewing the inside of his bottom lip as he looked me over again.

“Can we talk about us?” Wes’s question took me off guard.

“Us?”

“Yeah, man, us. Who we could be.”

I guess my boner wasn’t going to go down. I can’t say I haven’t thought of this before, I was just surprised that it was being brought up at all. I sighed, “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Where do you want to start?”

“Well, if we were to start anywhere, I would want to start by grabbing two handfuls of that ass again. Maybe put my face between your cheeks,” Wes grinned as he nodded his head back and forth. My mouth dropped in a surprised gaping smile, my cock dully pulsing harder in my briefs. “But I want to start where I said: us… about who we could be.”

“I can’t say I haven’t thought of it before. I mean, we do have a slight age gap between the two o—what, what’s so funny?!”

Wes had started chuckling in the middle of my statement, and I also noticed him pulling at his collar like it was tightening on him. What’s more, he looked to be blushing deep red from embarrassment, but embarrassment wasn’t really Wes’s thing. He spat a few more laughs, holding up a hand, “Oh, we have a significant age gap, Cade.”

I smiled and furrowed my brow, “By what?! 20 years, give or take? That’s nothing.”

Wes kept chuckling, “More. Way more. More than you could possibly comprehend.” Some unseen, unknowable thing felt as though it spun in the air in my small apartment, like a shift in atmosphere or something. I would’ve said it was a draft, but there wasn’t a chill at all. In fact, I could swear it was getting warmer.

“What are you saying, dude?”

Wes took a few steps towards me, biting his lower lip. His teeth looked pearly white, but somehow sharper? He looked flush, too—either that or he had a wicked sunburn that I hadn’t seen before. Additionally, his shirt again looked tighter… but like, noticeably, absurdly tighter. The fabric was now stretching across his chest and abs, making narrow holes between the buttons where I could catch a peek at his hairy, firm, strangely reddening skin. The hem of his shirt had rode up his lower abdominals, exposing his midriff. I heard a small tear and I looked down to see the seams on the inside thighs of his pants had split, the rest of his pants were literally holding on by threads as his pants grew tighter and tighter around his legs. I was getting rock fucking hard at the sight of this. His ass seemed rounder and larger, even from my front-facing vantage of him, and his package was a huge, lumpy mass on his waist. The reddening of his skin kept progressing deeper and richer in color.

“What I’m saying, Cade, babe,” he began in a deeper, grumbling voice, reaching down and taking my hand into his, which I felt was almost too hot to the touch. He brought my hand down and placed it over his bulging package, and I could feel his impossibly huge and hot shaft twitching and snaking larger and longer, along with a definite feeling of something churning, under my touch. His buttons began to fail, popping off his shirt and softly colliding into my chest and face. “Is that I’m fucking eternal.”

I saw the irises in his eyes suddenly become a glowing, golden hue and he took in a quick, intense breath with an exhilarated, open-mouthed grin painted across his face, his sharp, pearly whites on full display. Then he grew.

As if a dam had just broken inside of him, Wes leaned his head back and let out a prolonged, animalistic, thundering moan as his body lurched, bubbled, and bursted huge and tall right in front of me. His moaning was laced with slight laughter as his neck and limbs stretched longer and twisted and pumped larger. His shirt and pants exploded off of him like tissue paper. His cock sprung loose from his pants and my hand, and slapped against my lower abs, gushing some warm, pink syrup against them and leaving a wide, sticky trail behind as it continued to swell larger and drag up into my upper abdominals. His muscles twisted and swelled larger and larger, stretching his red skin and making him look like a bodybuilder model beefcake. The hair on his head and body grew denser, darker, and sleeker as his body excreted a sweet, musky oil. As his hands and feet swelled larger, I saw that his nails darkened to a shiny black and extended from his digits in sharp, pointed claws. I heard a dull thump and looked down to see that a thick, red tail had dropped from behind him and started to coil, it’s barbed end coming to life under his control. I looked up to see his grinning, ecstatic face pointed towards the ceiling—to which he was becoming dangerously close—and swooned as I watched his lower jaw sprout upwards a thin, small set of tusks out from bottom row of teeth, as well as two dark horns growing up and out of his hairline and curving back with the curvature of his head. His face appeared to stretch and broaden, becoming almost cartoonishly square and sculpted. I almost fainted when I heard a windy rustling sound behind us and watched two massive, bat-like, red wings unfurl behind him, stretching from wall to wall in my living room and then some. He was easily 4 feet taller and broader than he was before, and definitely hundreds of pounds heavier (thank goodness for bottom floor apartments).

He stood there for a moment, taking deep, husky breaths, his shining, red, nude body glistening with oil and moisture in my shockingly warm apartment, more and more heat radiating from his body. He looked down at me with his following golden eyes, grinning widely and staring at me hungrily.

“So..” he grumbled deeply, the first word he’d spoken since he hulked out in the middle of my living room.

“So…” I answered back, stepping away from him so his heavy cock wasn’t resting uncomfortably against my chest. It dropped and drooled more of the pink whatever-it-was that coming out of it onto my carpet. I wasn’t in the least scared, but rather more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

“Do you know who I am? What.. I am?” His wings twitched a little behind him and his long, barbed tail beat the carpet and furniture behind him dully.

“Yeah, I think I could come up with a few ideas… but you know I don’t buy into labels. You’re Wes, babe.” I brought a hand up and rubbed his side, what would’ve been where his forearms were under normal circumstances, but now about where his lower torso met his hips and thighs. “Wait, so… are you Wes or are you… y’know, Him.”

“Ah, clearly we *do* care about labels, then,” he teased, winking down at me.

“Just a little,” I laughed, drinking in the impossibly tight and powerful man—if he was at all a man—in front of me.

He smiled, “Both. Both Wes.. and ‘Him,’ as you call me… and so, so much more.”

“Wow,” I touched his hands and claws, bringing my other hand up to feel his firm lower torso.

He looked down at me with a glimmer in his eye, his grin widening, “Are demonstrations in order?”

“Was that not demonstration enough?”

He let out a deep, almost monstrous chuckle, “You’re not easily turned away. I’ve always loved that about you. I’ve always loved *a lot* about you.”

“Always?”

“I’ve been with you longer than you may realize. With all of humanity, really, but especially you. You’ve always radiated an aura that promises extreme potential. And I must admit that I love the way you look at me.”

I got chills, actually flattered that someone as ancient and as cosmic as him could see something—anything at all—in me. It almost made me emotional.

“The feelings are mutual, man. I mean, certainly not in the ‘been with you for years, seeing your aura’ sort of way, but I could tell that we’ve been falling in love for a while now, Wes. I’ve started to see myself ending up with you somewhere along the line. Still do, really.”

He let out a grumbling, prolonged, and satisfied sigh, “It gives me tremendous pleasure to hear you say that, Cade. It makes my next offer so much easier to ask.”

“Oh, I’m on pins and needles. Which is?”

He took a step towards me and held out a massive hand, his claws shining black and threatening but I didn’t feel even a hint of fear. I took his hand in my own, only really being able to grab a few long, red fingers.

“It’s about Us, Cade. I want there to be an Us. I want there to be a unified You.. and Me.”

“Yes. The answer’s obviously yes. I’m totally willing to date you, marry you even.”

“I’m touched, and while, again, the feeling is mutual, this arrangement would be much more… intimate.”

“Okay… Uhm.. Wait, I’m lost, what do you mean?”

“I mean, Cade, that we would walk this earth, together and for eternity, as one. One man. One vessel. One body.”

I was floored by the wording. I was totally and speechlessly confused.

“W-what d’you mean—I, who, uhm.. h-how,” I wanted to answer another emphatic ‘Yes!’ but my mind was racing over the meaning and the possibilities.

Before I could stammer out the rest of the nothing I was saying, Wes let go of my hand and reached up to cup my head in his massive hand. I felt his long, black claws touch and sink slightly into the back of my head—not in the least painfully, not even drawing blood—while his enormous wings wrapped around me, and then my mind was launched into infinity.

———

“You… and me,” his voice thundered in my head as I felt my consciousness catapult through the cosmos, passing star formations and galaxies no human eye has ever seen. “The infinite realm of existence… right at our fingertips,” I could see myself now approaching Earth, launching into its atmosphere, seeing the formation of mountains and landforms and exploding volcanos. “Your consciousness, your wisdom, your experience, mingling with my own,” I saw the evolution of Man within seconds, from the microorganisms in the sea, to the sea creatures, to our first walks on land, to the trees, to building fires and making weapons, to the establishment of civilization. “As well as the consciousness, wisdom, and experience of all of my many lives and lovers before you… and including you,” I could see the many faces of men he had worn in the past flash before me in a matter of seconds. Thousands of men, of all races and ethnicities, each of them remarkable specimens of male beauty, each of them having lived unnaturally long and rich lives, all of them throughout time and eventually up to Wes’s likeness. I could still see and hear them within the limitless consciousness of the entity himself, still soaking up the pleasures of the world, still living through the one that goes by many names but whom I came to know as Wes. “You will live long, live well, and see and experience things your mind would never think was possible,” I then saw all of the culture and ability of humankind stretch before me; art, literature, music, history, science, philosophy, mathematics, politics, athleticism… All of the abilities of man were at my fingertips. I just had to reach out, and… “All of it and infinitely more can be yours, as well as mine.”

———

My consciousness was launched back into my apartment and back into my body at breakneck speed, causing me to stumble back into the protection of his wings as his hand disconnected from my head. He smiled down at me as he watched my eyes spin around the room, still trying to gather myself from the billions of years I had just traveled through in the span of seconds. However, even as I took several panting breaths trying to gather my thoughts, I could immediately tell that my killer hangover was finally over. My hard-on, on the other hand, was raging harder than it ever had before. Before I even knew that his massive frame had approached me with catlike swiftness, he reached down and scooped my package out of its confines.

“I can take you the deepest, most secret possibilities of human pleasure,” he grumbled into my ear, his hot breath mingling with the heat radiating off his body and sending shivers of excitement through my body as I felt my cock in his hand for the first time. His touch felt incredible and right—feeling unnaturally warm but also uncannily soft and oily—but what he did next set me off. He stroked his hand up and down a little, making sure I was at the optimal length and hardness, and curved his thumb down to sink one of his black claws into my slit. I didn’t feel any pain whatsoever, but instead I felt the most intense, mind-shattering orgasm of my life. Immediately, I began to fire ropes and ropes and ropes of spunk, seemingly unending and soaking his claw, hand, and the floor below me. “No man or woman would be able to resist you. You would become the walking embodiment of lust and desire,” I continued bucking into his hand, still unloading my seemingly endless squirting, gasping and groaning in ecstasy, and he smiled down at me and rolled out his tongue. It snaked out longer and I could feel it begin to lick in and around my ears, until finally it plunged into my ear canal. I expected loads of discomfort but I encountered none as his mouth connected to the side of my head and his tongue slipped deeper into my head and seemed to wrap itself around my brain, licking and sliding over each and every fold of its anatomy. As he frenched my ears, I felt sensations all over my body that I’d never felt before. It felt like a simultaneous licking, sucking, massaging, and worshiping of every square inch of my body, and it also felt like what must’ve been the largest and most intense vibrator had slipped into my rectum and was stimulating me from the inside. “Do you feel it, Cade? Sensations beyond your comprehension? This is merely a taste of what you can experience every day.” When it seemed like my head would explode from the sheer and overwhelming flood of sensations of stimulations, he dislodged his claw from my slit, immediately causing my unloading to cease, and pulled away from my ear, his tongue unwrapping from my brain and sliding out. I could hear it’s wet meatiness sliding through my head as he pulled out of me until he finally was loose. I opened my eyes looked up, watching the rest of his long, wet tongue slurp back into his mouth as he smacked his lips with a grin.

“Holy…. Holy fucking SHIT, Wes,” I panted, my hands falling to my knees as I caught my breath from the most intense rush of pleasure I’d ever experienced in my life. He grinned sweetly as he brought his hand to his lips and slowly licked his fingers and palms clean of my seed. I looked down to see a carpet that was positively soaked with jizz below me, certainly more than I think I’ve ever expelled in my life combined, way out of the norm of human possibility. He had done this to me. And I could have it all.

“Yes, you *could* have it all, Cade,” he smiled down at me, licking his lips and wiping his saliva-wet hand off on his rippling side muscles, having clearly just read my mind. “My abilities and immortality,” he stretched out his red, left arm down with his palms open. “My knowledge and divinity,” he stretched out his right arm in a similar fashion. “My power,” he closed his open palms into clenched fists and flexed. While he flexed, the ground seemed to rumble beneath us and the room inexplicably grew darker as his body glowed red and radiated an almost unbearably intense heat. As he did, his stature seemed to rise and widen even further, his body taking on even more size and muscle. He would soon burst through the ceiling and into the floor above his if he wasn’t careful. His body relaxed, but he stood about a foot taller but several feet wider and maybe 100 lbs. heavier than he was before. He looked down at me again and smiled sweetly and widely.

“All it takes,” he spoke now in a soft tone, “Is for you to say yes.”

“Yes.” The suddenness of my response surprised even me. It was as though my mind had already done all of the thinking it needed to, which was sort of right. Wes was offering me the chance—right here, right now—to live an eternity of unlimited experiences, impossible pleasure, and immeasurable power. All at a time where I thought my life was going nowhere, that my best chance was to ride the coattails of someone more accomplished. Someone like Wes. Yes! Of course the answer is yes, how could it not be?!

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes.”

Wes looked down at me and beamed, his pearly white, sharp teeth meeting neatly against each other and his small tusks pointing upwards. He quickly leaned down and planted a wet kiss on my mouth, leaving it there and inhaling my breath for a while, bringing a massive hand up to stroke my cheek and hair. Wes always loved my red hair, I was only now just getting the irony of that. I allowed my tongue to explore his infernal mouth and tangle with his own. He reached down and squeezed my ass roughly with both hands as I caressed his rippling back. He disconnected suddenly and held my head between both of his hands.

“Thank you, Cade,” he began, his voice full of excitement but also love. “Thank you. You will not regret this. In fact, forget about the very concept of regret. Forget about regret, forget about shame, forget about limitations. We’re about to create something new, something powerful.”

I was ridiculously excited for what was to come. How were we going to merge together? What would be the first thing we did together? As I pondered the possibilities, his long, thick tail came around to the front of him and coiled itself around his mammoth shaft. It appeared to writhe and squeeze a little, gently stimulating it.

“So what do I do? How are we gonna… I don’t know, do this?”

He smirked and looked down at himself as the barbed end of his tail snaked forward and back, angling itself towards his gaping slit, still seeping that weird pink syrupy stuff. It swiftly entered and began to slither around inside of him for a second as he threw his head back and groaned with a smile. It came out coated in the stuff, dripping with it slightly, and his tail uncoiled itself, allowing the tip to travel upwards towards my face.

“This is step one.” He stated simply, his dripping tail hovering in front of my face.

I looked at the substance dripping and tried to stop my mouth from watering, “What, uhh.. What does it do?”

“It readies your body,” he said with a grin. He reached a hand up and began rubbing my arms and shoulders pensively, “The human body is simply not equipped for the transformative process that occurs during the fusing of our essences. This.. let’s call it an elixir, makes your physical form more adjustable, malleable, inhabitable. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh… Sooooo just drink this.. and then?”

“And then, I enter you. Simple.”

I swallowed, nodding my head, “And will it hurt?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered with a grin, lifting my chin up to face him with a long, red finger. “In ways you would want to experience over and over and over again.”

I smiled back at him and he slowly lifted a clawed hand up to my lips. One long, black claw snaked its way past my lips and between my teeth, gently prying my mouth open. I eagerly obeyed and watched as the barbed end of his tail approached my mouth. It slid inside and slathered a thick helping of it on my tongue, rolling over and over and making sure I drank every last drop. It felt smooth and creamy in my mouth and I immediately swallowed it. You know that sensation you get when you swallow pop rocks in your stomach? It felt like that mixed with a kind of icy-hot wave radiating through me. I felt myself… I guess the word would be loosen. I didn’t feel like my body was falling apart, but I definitely felt as if I weren’t held together as tightly as before. It felt liberating, and incredibly sexy.

“Damnnnn, you weren’t kidding about that stufffff,” I slurred, suddenly feeling like I was weightless and floating, like an intense high.

“Indeed,” he said, dropping his hands lower and hooking his claws under the waistband of my briefs. He hooked the sides of the garment with his black claws and lightly pulled upwards, causing it to tear cleanly on both sides, splitting it in half and making my briefs to fall to the floor, my fat cock springing up and slapping my abs. He chuckled and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “And so it begins.”

Wes stepped back from me, still smiling. All sounds appeared to leave the room, not even the machinery from the apartment’s landscaping workers outside made a sound. The light around us dimmed much darker, as though heavy clouds descended over us outside, but I couldn’t see any sign of such. In the fainter light, his golden eyes glowed brighter and his white teeth shown more dazzling as his grin widened. The ground, hell even the air seemed to rumble and shake as he suddenly rose off the ground, appearing to levitate. He could only go so high since he was basically scraping the ceiling with his head already, but he began to change again.

His body appeared to be disintegrating into thick, red smoke that began to circle around him as a fierce, hot wind kicked up in my apartment. His lower half was basically gone and viciously spinning around him in a thick cloud as his cock, ass, hips, and arms began to disintegrate too. He appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this transition, his head had rocked back and a contorted look of ecstasy spread across his face. His breathing quickened and his pecs heaved and jiggled—and from my point of view, even began to swell bigger—before disintegrating with the rest of his body. He opened his eyes one last time to me and winked with one of his sexy grins. “To new beginnings,” he offered his final toast in a moan as the rest of his head was consumed by the swirling, thick, red vortex.

He was essentially a column of churning smoke now, still in the same position where he was but in a completely different form. I could still hear him somehow, his deep, ecstatic moans—sounding more spectral and disembodied—filling my apartment, with a slight hint of laughter or humor in his voice. He really must be enjoying this. The air continued to rumble as the speed of the churning kicked up and began to look more violent. Dark flashes emanated from within the column as the speed kicked up even more, and thin, black lightning cracks popped out of the sides and struck parts of my apartment leaving tiny scorched marks. The spinning mass of smoke before me whipped up even quicker in pace and now resembled a miniaturized cyclone standing in the middle of my living room, throwing black lightning throughout the room and moaning in fits of arousal.

The cyclone then moved towards me, but I didn’t feel the need to retreat at all. This was my lover approaching, coming to merge with me and invade my senses. No, I felt zero fear and I was rock hard. The viciously swirling column of smoke moved past me, through me, and now enveloped me into the center of its mass. I could feel Wes all around me, Wes and so many more souls, feeling both his and their essences in the churning fog that whipped past me, and was ready for whatever he needed to do.

I felt something large yet soft and painless plunge into my exposed hole behind me, and looked back to see a thick tendril of the smoke had plunged itself into me and was filling me up. I groaned and leaned against the force as it continuously moved over and stimulated my prostate, feeling better than any sensation I’ve ever experienced up there. Then I felt a similar soft and painless pressure arising in my cock and I looked down to see a thinner yet still thick tendril had plunged into my slit and was feeding into my body from my cock. I couldn’t help but wheeze in laughter as I watched my meat seem to drink it in, pulsating larger and feeling like it was sucking in as much as it could and as quickly as it could. I decided to play along and grinned widely, opening my mouth and slicking my long tongue out onto my chin, willingly opening myself to Wes so he could fill me up. The dark clouds swirling around me seemed to hum with laughter as a final tendril, this one thicker and somehow more eager, extended itself from the swirling mass and plunged into my mouth and down my throat. My lips closed around it and I began sucking it in and drinking it down as quickly as I could, and I could taste Wes’s powerful musk—the one he always wore but amplified 10 times in his transformed form as he stood in my living room—as the mass passed over my tongue. I looked around, shocked that I was now levitating, held up by some unseen force as my holes were filled by Wes, Him, and the many many bodies He’d inhabited throughout humanity entering me. I noticed the light beginning to return to the room as the cyclone had nearly completely disappeared, it’s contents now swirling throughout my body. The sensations on my front and back quickly dissipated as the last of it slipped inside me, and my lips finally closed after sucking in the tail end of the red smoke.

Only then did I realize that I was still levitating, but the unseen force dropped me gently down from my hovering position in my living room. I landed on my feet and looked down at myself. He was here, he was in me, that much I knew, but I could also feel a flooding of senses, or memories, of knowledge collected throughout his many lives. I now existed as a Legion, one body consisting of thousands of lives. I knew their loves, their stories, their experiences, and their pleasures, and I could feel their souls envelope my own, feeling unspeakably reassuring and enriching.

My body, however—from what I could tell—was still the same, my cock was still stiff, and there were torn papers still lazily floating down from the recent sudden whirlwind, but… nothing really changed.

Suddenly, I heard an echoing voice coming from my head, not speaking through me but speaking to me, chuckling, “I see you were expecting some change. That’s up to you, Cade. You need only will it to happen…” I heard ‘will it to happen’ echoing through my head in a chorus of different voices.

Confusion pierced through me; I only needed to will it? That’s the exact kind of cryptic non-advice that I expected to come from someone as ancient and all-knowing as Him… er, Wes… or I guess me now. ‘Will it,’ okay then I guess I’m gonna ‘will’ my body into shape, whatever that means.

I tightened my hands into fists and looked down at my arms…. and waited.. and waited…. nothing was coming, but I could see myself picturing it in my mind, my arms bigger than they already were, my strength increased, my—… and that’s when it happened.

“OOOooohhh,” I moaned suddenly, shocked by the intensely pleasurable pressure buildup in my arms as they stretched longer and swelled, new muscles writhing and bulging out under my skin like twisting pythons. They looked totally unlike the rest of my body, toned and sinewy like a body builder. I let out a breathy laugh, feeling the weight of my arms pulling at my shoulders and stretching my skin. I could barely hold it up with my comparably weak shoulder strength, but when I did I popped it into a firm flex. I could feel the strength of them, it wasn’t some false or phantom sensation, no, these were fully my arms, and I had just grown them bigger than I probably ever could…

My cock pulsated eagerly in the air, drooling a thick drop of pre onto my carpet in anticipation. The possibilities… were endless.

“See? You’re a natural,” his voice returned. “Now…. Flex for me, Cade. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to become your own fantasy. I want you, Cade, to GROW.”

That was enough encouragement for me. I rolled my head back and groaned loudly to the ceiling with a drunken smile plastered across my face and twisted my arms back in a flex that would target my chest, back, and shoulders.

“RRNNNGGGggoooooooo FUCK YEEEAAHH!” I bellowed, feeling the sensuous pleasure mounting all over my body as I quickly swelled large and powerful. For my chest and shoulders, in my head I was picturing Dane de Bruin but triple the size, and my body definitely delivered. Thick, juicy slabs of muscle exploded onto my chest, so large that they immediately came into my line of vision, as my shoulders rolled and rounded into powerful balls with much of its musculature curving and spinning up to my expanding, thickening neck. As my back widened and burst into twisting coils of muscle, I focused my intention on my abs, flexing them hard until I saw them begin to audibly pop out individually, larger and thicker, adding several more rows of abs as it did and forming into an impenetrable muscle gut.

“HOOOOOOOOLY SSSSSHHHHHHiiiiittttt,” I groaned as the growth naturally progressed down my legs, which had lengthened considerably to accommodate my transformation. My thighs inflated so quickly and so thickly that they almost crushed my balls in the process and I could feel my calves hardening into athletic, curving stacks of muscle, hard as diamonds. I looked down at my feet, underwhelmed with their current size. I’ve always resented having tiny feet, and today I aimed to change that. I lifted my right foot up, rolled my foot around, curled my toes and stretched them, chuckling madly as I watched them thicken, broaden, and lengthen larger, dropping my right foot and then doing the same on the left. I didn’t realize I could get so hard or derive so much pleasure from watching my feet burst to the size of a giant’s. I laughed as I looked down at my shoes by the door, realizing that they likely wouldn’t even fit my new big toes.

I pivoted to look back at my ass, surprised at how flexible I still was, considering my now-impossibly larger and harder frame. What I was missing now was a big, round, and tight stripper’s ass. I remembered that one of my pledge brothers in college had the biggest, juiciest, most fuckable ass I’d ever laid eyes on or slipped my dick into, and I focused next on that. I was aiming to rival or even surpass him. I put my hands on my knees and looked back as I clenched my ass. I smiled as I watched it immediately begin to swell huge and sculpted behind me, but I needed it to be more round, more to hold onto. I smiled wider, still looking back at it, and began to force my pelvic muscles downwards, as though I was taking a massive shit. Instead, I let out more breathy chuckles as I watched it contort and jiggle as it inflated larger. It’s musculature and roundness connected perfectly with my lower back and upper thighs and I stood up to admire my work, stepping over to the mirror in the “hallway” approaching my bedroom. I put my middle fingers underneath both cheeks and pumped them up and down, watching with intense satisfaction as my huge ass bounced enticingly yet still stiffly behind me. I shook my hips and felt it move and pivoted again to get a head-on look at it in the mirror. I spread my cheeks apart and looked through the mirror, getting a look at my hairless rosebud, seemingly puckering at me and wishing for me to fill it. ‘Oh yeah,’ I thought with a chuckle, ‘I’d fuck me.’

I couldn’t help but laugh throughout what was happening to me and noticed my voice was still in its regular pitch. I looked at my new body in the mirror, knowing someone as huge and stacked as me needed something deeper.

“Hey.” I said, nothing different.

I cleared my throat, “Hey.” A little better, a little deeper, but still not all the way there.

I rubbed my throat, clearing it again, and felt my adam’s apple jut out further and the inside of my throat opened up, seeming making it larger and cavernous.

“Hey,” There it was, that’s the depth I was looking for. I’ll admit, startled myself a bit at first, noticing it was still unmistakably my voice but deeper and goddamn sexier than ever before. It was perhaps the sexiest voice I’ve heard. It made my own cock twitch and my hole tingle. I wanted to hear more of it.

“You’re one sexy fuckin’ beast, aren’t you?” I said to my reflection, putting my hand against the wall and leaning in. “You’re as big as a barn, bigger than any body builder, huh?” I put my other hand against the wall, supporting my full weight against the mirror and checking out the underside of my arms. “You could be as big as a mountain, couldn’t you? If you wanted to, you’d—..” I caught a whiff of my musk wafting up from my pits. Something then snapped in me. I went completely feral at that point, my senses had taken over.

“OOOoooohhhh, you smelly hunk of man,” A low grumble emanated from deep within me and I lost control of how I would choose to change my body. Any changes from now on were purely libido-driven. “You dirty, smelly boy.. Check out how fuckin’ rank you are.” I tilted my head down and inhaled deeply, taking in more of my musk, and stuck out my suddenly lengthened tongue and licked up and down my own hair pits. My balls drooped lower and swelled heavier and larger within their sack. “GGUUUUUUHHHH, YOU’RE A SEX MACHINE, YOURE A LIVING, BREATHING GOD OF FUCKIN’,” My voice dropped even lower and deeper, sounding more animal than human, as my right hand traveled lower to my cock. It lurched and pulsed intensely upon my touch, as though it was jealous it hadn’t had the chance to grow huge like the rest of me. As if to play catch-up, it started surging unspeakably huger and longer with each slow, lengthy pump. In what felt like couldn’t have been more than 10 pumps, it had already risen to my chest and was thicker than a two liter, making me glisten with the pre it spat against me as it surged bigger and bigger. “HELL YEEEAAAAHH BABE, I’M FUCKIN’ ETERNAL, I’M A FUCKIN’ GOD NOW!!” I could feel the ground trembling below me and voices laughing and moaning within me as I watched myself rise higher, steadily gaining more height and weight as my musculature grew proportionally. The hair on my head, face, and body began to deepen into a richer, darker shade of red, and my beard thickened considerably to a perfectly sculpted form. I had a slack, grinning, drunken expression on my face as I watched my jaw and cheek bones crack, restructure, sharpen, and become more angular, giving me an almost cartoonishly square face and head and making me feel and look like Superman. “GET A LOAD OF YOU, SUPERSTUD! I COULD DRINK YOU UP, I COULD SUCK YOU DOWN LIKE A FUCKIN’ MILKSHAKE,” I leaned into the mirror by my reflection and gave it and open mouth kiss, my longer tongue swirling all around the glass. I could’ve been mistaken, or it could’ve been more of my power that I just wasn’t familiar with yet, but I could swear that I could feel my reflection kissing back and making out with me through the glass. We swapped spit, worshipped each other’s ballooning bodies, and sucked each other’s faces and necks. I disconnected and looked back at me reflection, my cock spitting a sizable dollop of pre onto the glass as I saw that I actually had a hickey on my neck. The arousal from that moment led to yet another surge in my transformation, that I welcomed gladly.

My big toes curled into the carpet as I leaned my head back and moaned, allowing myself to continue to grow bigger, bigger, bigger. I felt something clonk against my head and looked up to see that I had reached the ceiling and bumped my head on a light fixture. Giggling, I crouched so I could find my way back to the center of my living room and sat down. I pumped my cock as I sat on the floor and grew bigger and bigger, my cock growing with me too and perhaps at times even surpassing my body’s growth, and could feel the carpet burning beneath me as I stretched across it. I couldn’t stop laughing as all of my furniture was being shoved against the walls as my body expanded, and I eventually had to lay down because I was hitting the ceiling even from my seated position. I felt myself stretch more and more and more and more, feeling the walls and ceilings of my apartment pressing against my enormous size—once again, thank you for bottom floor apartments—and I could start to feel an earth-shattering climax beginning to ready itself as I tugged faster on my mammoth meat and massaged my beach ball nuts.

Suddenly, I heard him again. Wes, speaking to me from inside, coaxing me further, echoed by our thousands of other souls, clearly also enjoying this experience by the sound of his and their voices. “Do it, Cade! Fuck, man, you’re huge! You’re powerful! This is the new you! Seal it, Cade, seal our bond! Fire your load and we will be tethered for eternity!”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I focused my efforts on my massive mushroom head and could feel it seize, firm, vibrate, and inflame.

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!” I bellowed in my animal voice as I felt thick, hot jizz fire out of my dick, splattering against my face, my torso, my chest, my legs, the walls around me, the ceiling above me, the carpet below me. It sprayed thickly and heavily, everywhere—made worse by how prolonged the ejaculation was and how many times I changed hands and positions. Seemingly not an inch of my apartment was spared as I saturated the place with my cum.

The constant spurting finally began to dissipate after about a minute and a half, a few lingering spits of it firing out onto me, and I could finally catch my breath. I remained laid down on my soaked floor, unable to sit up or move at all really because of my size, my hot, heavy, panting breath billowing up towards the ceiling and making dust particles that had been stuck up there for who knows how long swirl throughout my apartment. I attempted to lift my head up to look down at myself and assess any damage I had done, but my head bonked the ceiling.

Realizing that my size wasn’t sustainable in this tiny apartment, I focused my will—as Wes would say—on my body and made it shrink down to a still drastically improved but much more manageable size. I stood up, wiping sticky globs of myself off, and looked around. Ruined, was the first word that came to mind, unequivocally and totally fucked, no way I was getting my security deposit back now. I laughed, realizing that security deposits were something I didn’t need to worry about anymore. The world and all of its experiences and wonders, combined with my new immeasurable power, laid bare before me—security deposits were a thing of the past. But speaking of immeasurable power…

I took some steps back out of the mess and surveyed the room, wondering what I could do to fix everything, when Wes’s words came to my mind again. Will, that was the key to all of it, his power. Just think of what you want to happen and casually bend the laws of physics and nature to make it happen. Easy!

I looked around and could think of only one thing: vacuum. This place needed a vacuum, a wet vac specifically, or just suction in general to lift everything up and out of plaster, cloth, furniture, what have you. Suction… I shrugged and planted my feet firmly on the ground, rolling my shoulders back. I formed my lips into a small “o,” as if drinking from a straw, and started to inhale deeply.

As I did, a vicious wind kicked up in the apartment, immediately moving things around and sliding furniture across the floor, only for me to realize that it was actually moving things back into place. At the same time, my sticky white seed began to lift out of fabric, off of walls, off the ceiling, and converged in the air into a twisting, whipping spout of jizz, quickly being pulled in towards my mouth by the powerful suction I was creating. I suppressed and urge to laugh or gape in awe as it passed between my lips and I started slurping up the huge mess I had made, at the same time getting a taste of myself since my transformation. Obviously, it was divine, tasting sweet, salty, and musky—I couldn’t get enough of it, which was good because I had essentially a large puddle of it left to clean. I drank it eagerly and drunkenly, just trying to get as much into me as I could, not noticing that my stomach was starting to bulge with the amount that was flowing into me. I had cleared the walls and the ceilings of it and was finishing off the share of it that was lifting off furniture and the carpet when I noticed my stomach was distending hugely, swimming thickly with my seed and making my abs and skin stretch away from me obscenely. I rubbed my growing belly and felt it jiggle with its contents as the last of it swirled and whipped into my mouth and I sealed it with one big swallow, taking huge panting breaths and licking my lips clean.

I continued panting as I rubbed my absurdly swollen gut. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but chuckle. It looked like if you put a pin in me that I would burst like a tick. But knowing this wasn’t sustainable, I cleared my throat and prepared to will it all away from within me. Suddenly, I doubled over in pain as my gut churned and bubbled. I could see watery movements against my skin from inside and knew something was about to happen. At the point where I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, my stomach gave a deep, churning grumble as I felt something travel up my from gut and then—

“*BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP*”

I shook myself off after that. It even took me as a surprise, fully not expecting the belch itself much less the duration and the volume of it. But, gone! I felt my cobblestone abs again with my skin tightened back against me and there wasn’t a drop of me to be seen anywhere in my apartment. I patted my belly and smacked my lips, still appreciating my intoxicating flavor brought up from the belch.

I turned toward the mirror again—shattered during the final surge of my growth but now somehow fixed just like everything else—and finally got a good look at myself in my post-nut glow.

I was breathtaking.

I looked like the perfect mix between Wes and my former self, still young and vibrant but slightly older—maybe my late 20s—with deeper, richer red hair and the sexy, rugged matureness of my crush. Well, he’s obviously more than a crush now. He’s me, I’m Him, and we are Legion. And my physique was exquisite; carrying the burly built curvature of an in-season body builder yet with the lithe, athletic appearance of an Olympic gymnast. Not to mention my big donkey dick and heavy, swinging nutsack hanging perfectly off my shaved crotch.

I extended my hand and watched as some unseen force flung my phone off the kitchen counter, through the air, and into my hand. I needed to update my Grindr profile, stat. I didn’t want to violate their puritanical terms of service, so I brushed my hand over my crotch with a giggle and watched a sleek, tight pair of gym shorts stretch across my waist. I lifted the phone, popped a flex, and snapped a picture, instantly making it my new profile pic.

A part of me also told me to text my older poker friends… er, Wes’s friends… no, our friends and show them the final product. In my infinite knowledge, I was clued into the fact that the guys that Wes used to bring around for poker nights weren’t technically his work friends. They were the several princes of Hell, here on Earth living through the lives of mortals, just like Wes. In my store of new memories, I also discovered that there was even some conflict over who would get to inhabit me, but that Wes—the proverbial Big Man, as they call it—was always going to get first draw.

I opened my messages and began a group chat including all of them, attaching my pic and sending it to them.

•Guess who, boys ;), I typed with a smile

The responses immediately came in.

•YEEEEESSSSSS

•UGH, jealous!

•Welcome to the family, Cade!

•literally come pipe me down whenever

I grinned down at the last message and felt a stirring in my crotch again. FUCK was I horny… I needed men… I needed lovers. I needed worshipers. A huge part of me wanted to go out into the world and explore, meet people, gather new experiences, influence the lives of many… but I also wanted to just have my brains fucked out… and for that matter, to fuck other people’s brains out.

I mean, come on, you’re telling me that if you came into possession of unlimited, earth-bending power, you wouldn’t immediately use it for sexy kinky shit? Yeah right. I wanted to turn more men into insatiable sex gods like me. I wanted to test my power and make other men experience pleasure their minds could barely comprehend. To turn down-and-out homebodies into the life-of-the-party kings, nerds into super stud jocks, weaklings into gladiators. I was horny to share my power. And I knew just where to start…

———

Shawn’s someone who lives in my building that I’ve had eyes on for a while. I’ve always caught him coming back from his early runs around the neighborhood, panting and dripping with sweat, just as I’ve been coming back from the apartment complex gym, pretty drenched myself with sweat. We’d give each other friendly nods and smiles, but I’d always imagined wrapping my arms around him, taking him to my apartment, and having sweaty, rough, early morning sex with him.

We’ve given each other small clues here and there that we might be into each other. In the mailroom, my lockbox is near the floor and his is at the top row, so I’d bend over to get my mail and on days that our schedules aligned, I could feel him slyly try to scoot past me, his front to my back. In those moments, I swore that he lingered behind me for a while and I could also swear that he’s been rock hard on more than one occasion. Other times, after those morning workout sessions, I’d act like I didn’t see him in the parking lot and I’d peel off my shirt, wiping my sweat off with it, sometimes looking down at myself and bounce my blossoming muscle tits—checking myself out, yes, but putting on a little performance for him too. I could always feel his eyes laying on me for a long time during those moments and tamed my impulses as best as I could to not give him more of a show.

Now, he would get a hell of a show. Shit, he’d even be part of the show. He was one of the cutest, sweetest guys I’ve ever met, but I bet he would turn even more heads stacked with solid meat, dripping with confidence, and oozing sexuality.

It was the early afternoon on a Saturday, and I reasoned—having known perhaps too much about his schedule—that if he wasn’t out with friends then he would be in the apartment complex gym. In theory, I could go there to check out the scene now. I started to think more about how I needed to get to the gym so I could catch him there, and just as I did, a swirling column of bright fire rose up from the ground and enveloped me. I was shocked beyond words, fully not expecting anything like that to happen and worried for my safety, but the flames didn’t burn me at all. What’s more, when the flaming column quickly dissipated, I noticed that I was standing now at the entrance to the gym.

I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. Man, I could already tell that I would be discovering new things about myself every day, all the time. I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck, ready to head inside and change a life.

I stepped inside and my approximation of Shawn’s schedule was correct. He was seated at one of the rowing machines, facing away from the door and pulling the cord back and forth, back and forth, clearly having set it on a high resistance level considering the way he was sweating and grunting. He didn’t notice me, so I strutted to the pull down bars near the rowers, passing by him as I went. I turned my head to look at him as I passed and made eye contact. I grinned and threw my head back in a greeting and he did the same but with a slightly puzzled look on his face. It seemed like he recognized me, but he couldn’t think of how.

I went to the machine and I set it at my usual weight. I pulled the bar down but it felt like a feather, so I let the cord pull the bar all the way back up and leaned over to set the weight at the highest level it would go. I gripped the wide ends of the bar and sat back down, pulling the bar down towards me. Now it had some resistance—mind you, it was still way easier than it should’ve been, but getting a solid workout in was not the reason I came here.

I puffed tight breaths through my teeth as I pulled the bar down to my chest, and up again, down, then up, down, up. As I got into a rhythm, I could see in my periphery that Shawn was staring at me (score), not only trying to pin how he recognized me, but also totally enthralled by the display of strength I was showing. As I felt my massive arms bulge as I pulled down the bar and watched the bar land near my heaving barrel chest, I could feel myself getting aroused and felt my body trying to beast out like I did in my apartment, but I had to contain myself—at least for now.

I did allow myself a little fun, letting my body puff up with an unnaturally tight pump from the small amount of weightlifting I’d done, but nothing beyond that… yet. I let the weights drop down to their stand and stood up from the seat, crossing my arms and stretching, feeling myself fully boned against the fabric of my shorts, and seeing that Shawn was fully staring now. I stood next to the machine and moved onto squats, spreading my legs slightly apart, holding my hands in a fist against my chest, and dipped down as low as I could go, feeling the tightness of my shorts pull against my ass and bulging crotch, undoubtedly giving Shawn a lot to look at. I lifted back up, feeling the satisfying burn of my hamstrings, calves, and glutes activating, taking deep breaths as I did.

Something finally clicked in Shawn’s mind, “Cade??”

I looked up at Shawn and beamed, flashing my gorgeous white smile, “Hey, what’s up Shawn!”

He huffed a disbelieving laugh with a grin, “Not much, man! You’re, uhh… you’re looking good.”

“Thanks!” I answered, still doing squats next to the machine. “Trying something different with the hair, y’know?”

“Yeah, but I mean… you look more distinguished, I guess..”

“Thanks again! I got a new job pretty recently, maybe that’s it?”

“Maybe… but like, damn, you must be 100, 120 lbs. heavier than the last time I saw you. That was… that was what, Wednesday?”

I stopped squatting and began to alternatingly hold my knees up to my torso in a stretch. “Yeah! I’ve started this new regimen. I guess it’s working!” I took a few steps towards Shawn, panting with my hands on my hips. My erection was jutting out obscenely from my shorts, just the way I wanted it.

He nodded his head with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah, man.. It’s definitely fucking working.” He licked his lips, watching my pecs heave up and down as I panted and checking out the bulging curvature of my arms.

“I could teach you, if you want. Would you like that?”

He met my eyes again, shining with excitement, “Would you, man? Aww, that would be awesome! I’m down.”

“Awesome! I bet you’re gonna be a hell of a muscle stud.”

He seemed to blush adorably, and I could somehow smell his cock begin to leak, “Aww, thanks man.”

“Great! We can start now, if you want?” I watched him nod excitedly but also noticed his eyes darting down to my crotch, unable to take his gaze away from my dick for too long.

“Oooh, sorry about that!” I reached down and gripped my shaft, giving it a good, firm shake and feeling it wobble around in my shorts. “That’s something I’ve noticed about this new regimen. I can’t help but be hard all the time.”

“Uh-uhm, n-no, sorry, it’s, I just—…” He stood up from the rowing machine and stammered through an excuse.

“No, no, no, it’s cool, Shawn, I don’t mind!” I responded, taking a step towards him and squeezing my shaft again. “I like what it’s done to me. Hard body, hard muscles… hard cock,” He let out a shuddering breath. “You’re pretty hard, too, Shawn.” I reached down and cupped his tenting shorts.

Shawn let out an exhilarated gasp and I felt his cock lurch in my hand. “Yeah, man.”

“I think you’d look good hard all over, don’t you, Shawn?”

He swallowed, looking deep into my eyes, “Yeah, absolutely.”

“I think you’d be a hell of a beefed up sex machine, what do you think?”

“I think you’re right, dude!” He smiled at me with shaking breaths.

“Do you want me to make you a fucking stud, Shawn?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he whispered, leaning into kiss me.

“Ask me to make you the hardest muscled, biggest dicked, most confident stud in town, Shawn.” I reached down and wiped a helping of my pre that was seeping through my shorts onto my finger, getting ready to prepare him just like Wes had done with me.

His hot breath blew against my cheek and neck, “Please, Cade. Please make me the hardest muscled, biggest dicked, most confident stud in the fucking state, bro.”

I leaned in and met his lips, letting my long tongue explore his mouth. I felt his heartbeat pulsing in his cock within my hand and then disconnected from his mouth, quickly passing my pre-soaked finger into his mouth and felt him suck it down and swallow it.

He shivered and smacked his lips, savoring my taste, and I patted his cheek with my hand. His smile faltered slightly as he felt his stomach churn and groan intensely, even being heard throughout the gym. I could feel his cock beginning to swell even larger under my grasp and let go of it, taking a few steps away from him. He looked back up at me with confusion and growing concern in his face.

I grinned widely at him, “As you wish, Shawn.”

“Wh—..”

He couldn’t finish his words as his body instantly whipped backwards and began spinning unnaturally fast, appearing more like a twister. An identical column of fire from the one that enveloped me earlier rose up from the ground around him and was caught up in the vicious spinning intensity of his body. I could hear his shocked, worried, distorted groans emanating out from within the flaming cyclone and felt myself growing more excited, more aroused as I watched the cyclone begin to bulge and swell larger, stretching and churning taller. My breath quickened and my eyes rolled back into my head, and I could feel myself involuntarily becoming something else. My fingernails sharpened and extended into curved black claws, my body bulged and heaved and grew obscenely huge with quickly reddening skin as my shorts ripped, I could feel tusks pointing up out of my bottom jaw, I felt the pressure of something jutting out of my head and knew my horns were coming in, my height rising to an impossible 8.5 feet. The flaming twister continued to whip and churn in front of me, but my transformation paused as I heard a change from within the column of fire. His worried, distorted groans from within quickly turned into ones of surprise and intrigue, and as the cyclone grew larger and larger, they turned into groans of excitement and pleasure. Confident grunting could soon be heard coming from it as well as maniacal laughing as it twisted and bulged even larger. Shawn was without a doubt thoroughly enjoying what was happening to him within the cyclone, as it began to slow. It sounded like he was lifting weights and grunting inside, his vocalizations becoming increasingly more horny and sexualized. I waited with anticipation as the flaming cyclone steadied and eventually became still in front of me.

Only the column of fire remained, but with something undoubtedly much larger standing within. I watched with excitement as a huge, muscled leg took a step out, it’s thighs and calves bulging ridiculously huge. Then an inhumanly massive arm and bulging shoulder emerged above it, as the new and improved Shawn side-stepped out of the dissipating column of fire.

He stood at 6’8”, his head lolled back with a confident smirk on his face, and every inch of him bulging almost cartoonishly huge. His arms and legs looked like they could each independently stop a truck, his pecs were jutting, rounded mounds extending off his chest considerably, his abs were cut like diamonds and surrounded by rippling side and back muscles. His smile was wide and gorgeous, and he pursed them at me in a kissing gesture, showing off how pillowy and soft they were. His ass was sculpted and firm, making his shorts stretch away from his back and his cock and balls looked like he stuffed half a baguette and some oranges in his shorts.

I smirked and swallowed, impressing even myself with the work I had done, “Go on, give us a pose.”

He smiled widely and struck a pose that accentuated his massive arms and chest. He twisted another direction and popped another pose, giving me a show of his back and thighs. He turned again and showed off his calves and ass, enticingly bouncing each cheek individually.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my cock drool pre, dripping down to the floor.

“Was that an offer?” He asked slyly, wrapping his huge arms around my waist and lifting me up above him, making me giggle. I was almost 2 whole feet taller than him at easily hundreds of pounds heavier, but his new strength could make him lift me up without much effort. He kissed my lower abs down to my public shelf and I could feel my cock press against his neck and chin.

He adjusted my position in the air and I felt myself falling to the ground, but he caught me in his arms before I did, one of his hands cradling my lower back and the other cradling my upper thigh. I couldn’t help but laugh at the manhandling and roller coaster ride he was giving me and he looked down at me with a big smile.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, “Thank you for this.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” I answered, bringing a hand up to his cheek and stroking it, seeing my black claws for the first time. “But, uhh… you know who I am, right?… What I am?”

He just shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. You still look like Cade to me,” he grinned and lifted a hand up to my abs where my cock was drooling a puddle of pre. “Besides,” he scooped several fingers full of my excretions and brought them back under me, sliding his hand between my asscheeks and rimming my hole with his pre-soaked finger. I groaned as I felt my hole kiss and suck against his hand, and then he stuffed two, three, four, and finally his whole hand into my ass, lubing it up. “Who can say in their lives that they butt-fucked the Devil with their footlong cock?”

He laid me down on the floor and I willed away his shorts, letting his cock spring up and wetly slap his abs. He held my legs up and let them rest against his shoulders as he positioned himself above me. He grinned down at me sweetly as I gasped, feeling his cock press against my hole. I grinned back and pushed against it, feeling it shove inside me as he began rocking back for forth into me.

I felt my pecs begin to leak thick, white liquid and reached to behind his head, pulling his panting and grinning face down to my muscle tits while he continued to grind against me, and began to feel him sucking and drinking from my chest.

As my juices made him swell larger and larger, his bucking becoming more passionate and feral as he grew even bigger in size, coming close to surpassing me in size, I began to make plans. Maybe I could introduce Shawn to one my friends—one of the princess of Hell—and we could convince him to let one of them inhabit him like I let Wes inhabit me? We could live our eternal, infernal lives together and see how far we could test each other’s power, growing in mind, physique, pleasure, knowledge, and experience, side-by-side for the rest of time?

Possibilities and visions of the infinite future swam through my mind. Shawn’s life had changed, yes, but it was about to change even more.

I wrapped my giant legs around him as he bucked harder into me and grunted deeper as he drank from me, almost fully covering me with the size of his expanding body.

[cals-sunflower]

Spooky date? (Z.K)

You and the friend group decided to have a spooky szn small party. Of course the boys were the host and you helped set up for the night. When you first met the boys back in 2017, Zion was someone you always had a crush on, and to this day you still had the biggest crush on him. Everyone in the friend group knew but him, it was how it worked. But it was safe to say you both had really big feelings for each other and neither of you knew. Tonight’s activities were watching movies, carving pumpkins, making cookies and putting up fun Halloween decorations.

“Hey mamas, set the pumpkins over there please”, Z pointed at the table with the pumpkin carving utensils on it. You nodded and began setting the pumpkins up. Some of them were big and some were small, knowing everyone was gonna wanna do something different. Nick and Edwin started cooking some food to go with the snacks that was already set up. Making chicken, rice and vegetables being that it was meal everyone ate.

“Mm team work makes the dream work. Ed and Nick that smells so good!”, you bothered them with light hugs. They both smiled knowing at least one person appreciated their hard work. You sat on the counter eating candy corn because it was just that season. Zion comes and spreads your legs apart to stand in between them.

“Y’all look a little cozy there, hm?”, Brandon made faces at the two of you. Zion’s response was putting his arms around your waist and flipping off Brandon. You let out a laugh and rubbed his back like you always do when it’s just you two cuddling in his room or on the couch.

“Less talking more helping people”, Austin joked. You and Z pulled away, and he helped you don’t from the counter. Not that you needed help but it was just a better way of getting closer to you. After an hour the party was in swing. You and the girls were over by the pumpkins while the boys were dancing around to the playlist Edwin made and baking cookies. Or at least attempting to bake them.

“What’s up with you and Z girly?”, Maggie sparked a question. You sent a playful glare at her.

“Nothing is going on, we’re just friends”, you looked at the group. They all gave you a knowing looking basically saying “quit lying you like him and you know that”. You just decided to ignore them and smiled.

“Baby, what are you making?”, Zion came behind you and asked quietly.

“I’m tryna make a face but it’s not working”, you look up at him.

“You’re seriously adorable mamas”, he laughs and makes you stand up from the chair, after you stand up a little he sits down.

“Z, you can’t just steal my chair. I kinda need it”, you said.

“Do you want help or not?”, he pulled you down into his lap and began to work your hands around the pumpkin. Maggie recorded you guys and posted it on her close friends story with a caption that said “awe look at their spooky date🎃🧡” .

“And there you go ma, all done”, his eyes looked between you and the pumpkin you guys just got done carving.

“Thanks to you”, you turned around and smiled. Zion placed a small kiss on your cheek and grabbed you gently to get up so he could get some food being that it was ready now. As soon as he walked out of eye shot, the girls tuned to you with looks.

“What?”, you blushed.

“We’re just friends my ass. You guys like each other Y/n”, Izzy says.

“Oh stop it , that’s not true. He’s my best friend”, you blushed.

“Just best friends don’t call each other baby or mamas or love”, Haley winked. She has a point there because you guys do things that are not things friends do. Getting ripped out of your conversation by Zion calling out to you.

“Mamas !! Come here for a second”, Z yelled from the kitchen.

“Im coming Z, give me a second ”, you yelled back and rolled your eyes. You and the girls laugh at how needy he’s acting.

“Hurry yo ass up, come taste this because I know you didn’t eat”, he yells again. You get up and walk towards the kitchen, Zion he made your plate for you.

“Awe Caleb you made me a plate of food? Thank you bubba”, you kissed his cheek.

“Oh y’all dating dating?”, Nick looked between you guys. You and Zion give Nick a look and then continue eating.

“Y’all are deadass the same person”, Neviah laughs along with Twiggy and Brandon who’s cuddled up with Maggie on the couch.

“Don’t worry about us”, Zion winked at you. This is what confused you, does this mean he feels the same way or is he just messing around. After everyone else gets done eating, it was time to eat cookies and watch Halloween based movies.

“Hmm what’s the movie tonight?”, you asked everyone sitting either on the couch or the floor.

“Well me and you have a spooky date to get to which is just us time”, before you had a chance to think Zion picked you up from your spot on the couch.

“Caleb!”, you looked at him and he smiled walking up the stairs to his room. He dropped you on the bed and began looking for something, he pulls out a bag that had all your favorite snacks including some festive snacks for the Halloween season.

“Let’s watch a movie, yeah?”, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. Your heart started beating real fast and you thought quickly, before he could pull away you grabbed him and kissed his lips. You’ve been looking at them all night because of how soft they looked and one of your weaknesses about him was his lips and his dimples being a close second.

“Mm your lips are as soft as they look”, you bit your lip.

“I knew you were looking at my lips during the evening but I didn’t wanna say anything cause I thought I was tripping”, giving you that award winning smiling of his.

“Oh whatever Caleb”, you pushed his shoulder and he laughed. He sits next to you opening up the snacks and turns on The Nightmare Before Christmas knowing it’s a movie you enjoy watching. All of sudden Simba comes and lays with you guys.

“Hi baby, I haven’t seen you all night”, leaning and giving Simba a kiss on his head.

“Where’s my kiss?”, Zion pouts playfully. You rolled your eyes and kissed him once again. He squeezes your waist and kissed your forehead.

“Best spooky date ever”, he smiles once again. You nodded in agreement.

“Best spooky date ever”, you popped some candy corn in your mouth and layed with Zion’s arms wrapped tightly around you and Simba laying down near your feet.

[squiddtheekidd]

Save Our Souls

Summary: Nikki is a simple man. He likes music, drugs, alcohol, and blood

(Nobody, absolutely nobody: me: you're right I should write a motley crue vampire fic for spooky szn)

Warnings: Alcohol use, drug use, SMUT, and blood mention

P.s. I wrote this on my phone plz be nice

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Nikki's POV

"That's right. Good girl" I praised the woman sliding her hands down my body to undo the ties on my leather pants as she sank to her knees in front of me.

Perhaps the alley was a horrible place to do this, but it was just dark enough to cast darkness over their features so you couldn't tell who was getting a blowjob, you just knew SOMEONE was getting a blowjob. I hissed as she took me into her mouth slowly taking me deeper into her mouth and humming around my cock. I fisted a hand in her hair getting fed up with the slow pace and bobbed her head up and down at a speed more my liking. She gazed up at me and moaned once more around the head of my dick and I came into her mouth. She quickly swallowed me up and licked me clean of any evidence before getting her footing again.

"Thanks baby I had fun" she winked and started to walk away.

"Woah woah woah I'm not done with you and I have 10 minutes until I have to be on stage" I grabbed her wrist and turned her so she was pinned against the wall with her back to me.

"I've never met a man that can fuck right after cumming" she moaned as my hand danced across her chest and up to her neck to steady her.

"Well baby, I'm no regular man" I chuckled darkly and covered her mouth as I sank my teeth into the flesh of her neck. She panicked at first, as they all do, but then the euphoric high feeling that comes from being bitten by us washed over her body and she relaxed in my hold. Once I'd had enough to tide me over I licked her neck clean and spun her around to face me. She had the same look in her eye that most drunk women get and I held her chin steady to look me in the eye.

"You were great tonight baby. You can tell everyone I rocked your world" she nodded her head as if it weighed a million pounds

"Dude come on stop toying with her we gotta get on stage" Tommy yelled from the back of The Whiskey.

"I'm coming I'm coming" I hollered back. "Enjoy the show baby, your daze will end here in the next 5 minutes" And with that I left her to regain her senses, albeit with some temporary memory loss.

"Do you children have to feed before every show?" Mick huffed as they packed up their equipment after the show.

"I like the adrenaline rush it gives me before going on stage" I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Dude sex is just so much better if you feed during it" Tommy laughed out high fiving myself and Vince while Mick just rolled his eyes at us.

"Speaking of.." Vince said trailing off and directing his attention to a few of the girls at the bar watching us. Vince had a rich bitch girlfriend, but that never stopped him from fucking the groupies. To be fair having girlfriends never stopped any of us from banging and feeding off of groupies.

"That blonde has been staring at me all night. I'm gonna invite her to the apartment for the after party" Vince hopped off the stage and jogged over to the chick on the stool. She gestured to what I assumed were her friends and Vince seemed to be inviting them as well. Good, I loved a variety pack when I feed.

"You coming tonight Mick?" I directed my attention to the older guitarist. Mick rarely joined us due to his possessive girlfriend wanting to be the only one he fed from, and she was fucking mean.

"Yeah I'll come tonight. She's already pissed at me anyway" he sighed packing his guitar away.

Our apartment was a degenerates wet dream. We held parties here so often the door had to be nailed shut from the cops kicking it down, so we came in and out the window. We almost never had real food in our place, but we always had alcohol and drugs. Where there's alcohol and drugs there is chaos and we fucking thrive in it.

"Dude check this out you guys are gonna fucking freak" I hear Tommy say to the people at our makeshift table in the midst of me lighting my arm on fire. It was a trick we were trying to perfect for on stage and I got a kick out of everyone's reactions when my leather clad arm went up in flames. I looked over to see Tommy starting to go down on a girl that hung around here from time to time and let him drive her car.

"Aye Vince hurry it up Tommy's gonna do the thing" I rasped on the bathroom door that was muffling the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Are you aware your arm is still on fire?" A voice came from the corner near the shelf that housed all my records.

"Oh yeah I guess it is" I patted my arm and put the small lingering flame out and flashed her small smirk. "I'm Nikki"

"I'm not interested" she replied in a bored tone and walked away toward the kitchen.

What the fuck was that about?

I hardly had time to collect my thoughts on what happened when Vince clasped a hand on my shoulder bringing me back to reality. Taking the bottle of Jack off the counter we took position right next to our table and watched as Tommy put on a show.

"Here it comes" he hollered and the girl shot cum across the living room making everyone at the party lose their minds.

Still bristling over the girl from earlier I quickly scan the room and make eye contact with some chick sitting on our couch that smiles and waves eagerly when she sees me. Good, an easy meal. I chug some Jack down and grab her hand pulling her into the bathroom with me. I don't waste time getting to know her name and I'm pushing her against the door hungrily catching her lips with my own. She returns the same urgent energy and is already a panting mess. I push her skirt up on her hips and bring my hand to the slick warm area between her legs that has no underwear coverage.

"Damn baby" I growl out aggressively holding her chin in my free hand while my preoccupied hand ghosts lazy circles against her clit. I think she tried to respond, but I wasn't interested in hearing it so I pressed my lips to hers again as I sank my fingers inside of her. Her sweet delicious means filled the air as I pumped my two fingers inside her.

"Oh Nikki" she whimpered and i pulled my fingers out licking them clean in a swift motion before setting her on the sink counter and kneeling between her legs. Making direct eye contact I delivered long slow licks to her clit as her head fell back in pleasure. Spreading her legs further apart I continued my assualt at a faster speed and internally celebrated as she bucked against my face crying out my name. I pulled my face away just enough to connect my mouth with her thigh and sunk my teeth into the flesh there lapping up the blood that slowly started to stream out. The girl continued to moan and writhe on the sink as I finished up my meal and licked her thigh clean. She had the dreamy look in her eyes and I had to hold her head still to get her to make eye contact with me.

"Be sure to tell all your friends that Nikki Sixx has a tongue like a God and you've never cum this hard before" I instructed to the dazed girl who nodded her head prompting me to open the door and find the uninterested girl from earlier standing there arms crossed.

"I thought I smelled blood" she still had the bored tone, but reached up running a finger up my chin to the corner of my mouth "my you're a messy eater"

She placed the finger in her mouth licking it clean and smiled at me for the first time tonight.

"Come on rockstar let's take a walk" she turned on her heel and walked to the window with me not far behind her.

What the fuck is going on?

[jawnjendes]

shawn meets... | sapphire

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: it REALLY feels like shawnblr is fuckign dead but yknow what its spooky szn so death is acceptable! speaking of spooky, this is another for @fourtristattoos spooky writing fest! i swear im building up to actual spooky stuff pls bear with me oh and theres more smut in this

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Shawn was quite open to wearing anything these days. He was also open to wearing nothing, but that photoshoot opportunity hasn't come yet, though. But this pastel pink and white suit was a bit much. Actually, the sparkly silver boots were the tackiest part of this getup. Sure, the entire outfit was worth more than all three of his guitars he'd be using during the performance, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to resembling the Had To Do It To 'Em guy when he took off the pink blazer. According to Tiffany, the birthday girl wanted all party entertainers to be in her signature color.

He still hadn't met Sapphire Venus Lilith. This performance was for her, and she hadn't even attended the meetings for it. She was apparently busy with an old friend… catching up in her bedroom. For two straight days.

The yard was full of partygoers already. Tables with hot pink clothes were displayed with all sorts of snacks and drinks. Servers were going around tending to guests, all in pink bowties of course. There was also a raised, pink metallic throne in the middle of the yard, surrounded by 2 burly security guards. The throne was right in front of the stage that Shawn was going to perform on, so he wouldn't miss Sapphire in the crowd. Music was already booming through the large speakers, a Little Mix song that reminded him of a different time. The bass was shaking the window Shawn was looking out of.

“Fan of myself, I’m stanning myself I love me so much I put my hands on myself”

Tiffany was fixing the cuffs on Shawn’s blazer. Anna was doing last minute touch ups to his hair, which was slicked back. It was similar to the 2019 Met Gala, but instead of bronze streaks, it was silver glitter that was definitely going to be a bitch to wash out.

“You nervous?” Tiffany asked.

“Excited,” Shawn corrected. “I missed playing shows.”

“We need to get you on tour again.” She smiled.

“Gotta make a record first.”

There was a sudden knock on the door, making all three of them jump. Shawn made eye contact with Tiffany, and they both chuckled at the ridiculous response.

Anna went to answer, since the door was locked. “It’s probably Andrew, wondering if you’re ready.” She opened the door, and let out a surprised, “Hello! Hi, come on in!”

Just by the change in her tone, it was safe to say it wasn't Andrew who had knocked. Shawn turned to see who had come in, and was first met with a powerful flowery scent, followed by a tall, petite woman.

“Make way for the G-O-double D-E-S-S I spare no enemies in this dress Uh huh, uh huh”

This woman was blonde, curled princess locks cascading down her shoulders. On top of her head was the largest and most extra looking sparkling tiara Shawn had ever seen in his life, but it suited her. Her face was soft with pretty pink lips and piercing blue eyes. Her petite body was clad in a tiny top made of soft pink bedazzles and equally tiny shorts of the same color. There was no other way to describe her as anything but beautiful. Knock-the-wind-out-of-me, step-on-me-in-your-white-Louboutins beautiful.

She was followed by Kat, who was the polar opposite, color wise. Tight black dress, long dark hair in a high ponytail. Unlike her employer, she was not smiling, nor giving Shawn any attention. She merely typed on her phone in a professional manner, the same look Andrew would have when he was texting important people.

Shawn couldn’t even think about the potential awkward tension he would have with Kat because he was too busy gaping at the blonde. How was one person so powerful already?

“Hello, I’m Sapphire,” she greeted, holding out her hand.

Something possessed Shawn the moment he touched her soft skin, and he bent down to kiss her hand.

That seemed to please her, because she grinned, showing the tiniest dimple in her cheek. “You’re my little singer tonight, aren’t you?”

“That’s me,” he replied, almost losing his voice by how much it softened. He really couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. “Happy birthday!”

“Oh thanks, love. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for me.” She was still holding his hand, squeezing ever so slightly.

Shawn’s cheeks heated up so goddamn fast. There was something in those worse, something sickly sweet and intoxicating. “I, uh, I think you’ll like it. I hope you do.”

Sapphire was still smiling as she turned to look at Kat. Wordlessly, the assistant went to Tiffany and Anna, chatting them in on the evening’s events. Then, Sapphire took Shawn by the collar of his blazer and stepped closer to him, her glossy lips at his ear.

“If I really love your gig,” she whispered, “I may give you something extra.”

And yeah, his pants got tighter. Good thing he was going to be holding a guitar all night.

Sapphire leaned back, smoothing the area she had been clinging to. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

He cleared his throat, trying to calm his body. “Uh, no yeah. Yeah. Yes. Very okay.”

“Wonderful, darling! I’ll see you out there. Come along, KitKat!”

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, Kat in tow.

Shawn immediately plopped down in the nearest chair, starstruck. He’s never seen nor heard of this girl ever in his life, and somehow she managed to turn him into putty within the first few minutes of meeting him.

“You need anything?” Tiffany asked, trying to mask her amusement. “A glass of water? A cold shower perhaps?”

He blushed even more. He’s never been so flustered so fast, let alone from someone he just met.

“Did I say happy birthday to her?” he asked, dazed.

“Yes,” Anna and Tiffany said at the same time.

Then, Brian entered the room, a dopey grin on his face. “Guess who just met the birthday girl!”

“Shawn did,” Tiffany answered.

Brian’s grin vanished. “What? Man, I thought I was the first one! She’s so…”

“Yeah,” Shawn agreed. Then he got up and took his friend to the side. “Dude, she wants to meet up after my set.”

“No way.”

“I swear.”

“Didn’t you just hook up with her assistant?” Brian asked. “You’d think she caught wind of that.”

Shawn didn’t know, nor did he really care. “That’s why I need you to hit up the assistant. I don’t know if she’s hung up on me or anything and I don’t wanna take that chance.”

Brian made a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “Full of ourselves, are we?”

“Please?” Shawn asked, bringing his hands together.

“Well, what if I want Sapphire and not her stuck up assistant?”

This wouldn’t be the first time Shawn asked Brian to distract a former one night stand. But it was the one time Brian wasn’t agreeing to do it. Shawn put his hands down, surprised and mildly annoyed.

“Kat’s not stuck up, trust me,” he said. “And… Sapphire said she wants me. It’s her choice.”

“I’m not taking your leftovers again, man,” Brian said as he folded his arms. “You always get the girl! Let me have something for once!”

Now Shawn was even more annoyed. “Maybe you’d get something too if-”

“If I was a famous popstar? If I was as good as you?”

“Why are you being such a dick?”

Then, Tiffany stepped in, literally. She stood between Shawn and Brian. “Guys, don’t do this. It’s just one girl.”

Brian ignored her. “I’m being a dick because I’m tired of being an extension of you! I’m being a dick because you’ve taken dates from me! You don’t even give a shit about any of them because you can’t get over-”

“Don’t!” Shawn warned, raising his voice.

Brian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not over Annalise Flores!”

“Who?” Tiffany asked, bewildered.

Paralyzed with anger, Shawn glared at the other man. The man who was supposed to be his friend. Why couldn’t he just do him this solid?

“Get out,” he said venomously.

“You know I’m right,” Brian sneered.

“Get the fuck out!” Shawn yelled.

He scoffed as he stormed out. Shawn huffed out a sigh, wanting to punch something.

“What the hell was that?” Anna asked, utterly confused. “Who’s Annalise Flores?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “Can you bring me Jocelyne?”

One quick shoulder rub and a redress later, Shawn’s disgruntled state eased a little bit. It was enough for him to fully focus on the beautiful lady he had to impress.

~

The set went well. It went great, because not long after leaving the stage, Charles the butler found Shawn and led him up to Sapphire’s bedroom. Shawn didn’t get to see much of the party, but that was very, one hundred percent okay.

Most of the mansion's interior was baby pink, but this was an overload. Shawn wandered around the large, pink bedroom as he waited. The walls were made of soft pink felt, and there was a large, sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The desk against the wall was the same color, along with the laptop and picture frames sat on the surface. The photos in the frames were only of the girl he was waiting for. There was no room for modesty apparently. Shawn was never not going to think of the birthday girl whenever he saw this color.

He went over to the king size bed, draped with the softest velvet covers he's ever felt. The headboard was a metallic pink… with bars. Shawn couldn't deny how exciting that felt. He really couldn't believe someone as breathtakingly attractive as Sapphire could possibly want him.

"Didn't know it was my birthday," he mumbled with a smirk.

"What was that?" a soft, female voice said from behind him.

Shawn jumped as he turned around. There stood the birthday girl, Sapphire, blue eyes wide and expectant.

"Uh, I, I didn't hear you come in," he stammered. Way to keep your cool.

She smiled warmly, fixing the silk robe she was wearing. She was quick to get out of her tight little party outfit, but she still had that sparkly tiara resting on her head. Shawn couldn’t help but notice the perky little nipples poking through the thing material, only adding to the burn in his pants.

Wordlessly, Sapphire moved past Shawn and crawled onto the bed, letting him get a view of her ass. He was about to follow, but her high heel clad foot landed gently on his chest, stopping him.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice still soft.

Shawn had a feeling he shouldn't challenge her, even though that was something he grew to love and get off on. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he felt his face and chest grow warm; Sapphire's gaze was intimidating, she didn't even blink. She looked at his face, trailing down his body as he removed more of his performance clothes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she watched him drop his briefs and step out of them. Shawn felt mildly embarrassed that he was already hard, but just looking at Sapphire's pretty features made him this way. She already possessed him without even doing a single thing.

And somehow, he couldn't tell if she wanted to fuck him or eat him.

"Don't be shy," Sapphire told him as she curled her finger to get him to join her.

She moved to the side and patted the center of the mattress. Shawn crawled onto the surface and lied down against the pillows. The velvet sheets felt incredibly soft against his skin, heightening his senses.

Sapphire traced the butterfly tattoo on his bicep. The tip of her manicured fingernail left a tiny trail of fire on Shawn's skin.

"I'm so glad you were able to sing at my party," she told him. "And I'm glad you stayed."

"Me too," Shawn replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Really, really glad."

"I can tell." She glanced down his body, making him blush.

Shawn really wanted to touch her, feel her, learn what makes her tick. He couldn't wait any longer, and it made him feel incredibly juvenile. He hasn't been so easily wound up since his university days.

"Saph-" he tried to say but a finger went over his lips.

"Shh, I know, baby boy." She leaned in close, her nose touching his ear. "I know what you want." Then she gently cupped his chin and turned his head towards hers. "I just need to know how far you're willing to go."

Shawn could barely hear himself. "As far as you want."

Sapphire's glossy pink lips curved up as she leaned in closer. Shawn closed his eyes, taking in her intoxicating flowery scent, craning his neck in the slightest, and then he felt her lips press the quickest kiss on his cheek.

He didn't even have time to breathe before she was straddling his thighs. Smooth hands went up his torso and rested on his broad shoulders, and she was hovering over him. Shawn lifted his hands to cup her pretty face, but she was much faster than him. Sapphire grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.

"No touching," she told him, her voice still soft and borderline innocent. "Understand?"

Shawn nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

She cupped his chin once again, her blue eyes piercing his brown ones. "Use your words."

"I understand."

"Good boy." She patted his cheek. Then, she moved down his body, to his hard cock.

Breathing out, Shawn braced himself for what was about to happen. His eyes fluttered shut as a soft, warm tongue ran up the length, and then his whole cock was engulfed by her soft mouth. His immediate instinct was to place his hands in Sapphire's hair, but he had to follow her single rule. But she also had a lot of pretty blonde hair, and it was covering her face. Shawn couldn't see her mouth move on him, and he really wanted to.

Just as he lifted his hand, Sapphire sat up again, taking in a breath. She looked Shawn in the eyes as she wiped the corner of her mouth.

"I know you wanna touch me," she muttered. "But you'll have to prove that you're gonna listen to me."

He nodded rapidly, and then she was going down on him again. Shawn breathed out a soft moan at the feeling, his fingers curling around the silk sheets. It felt amazing, way too good to be real. His toes curled as he felt her mouth suction lightly, tingles spreading all throughout his body. Tiny little whimpers came out of him as the tingles persisted, causing Sapphire's blue eyes to flicker up to him as she pulled off once again.

"You are so cute," she said, reaching up to cup his chin. "Most guys don't like to make little noises like that. Keep it up."

He couldn't stop the sounds even if he tried.

Sapphire sat up and turned her body, straddling Shawn's thighs. She pushed her robe back from the bottom, letting the smooth material spread over her partner's torso. Shawn felt his cock on her ass, and resisted the urge to move his hips up. He had to be good, had to do exactly what she said.

"So, what do you prefer, little one?" she asked, moving her ass back and rubbing against his cock. "I'm on the pill, but I have condoms here if you want that."

"Mm, no condom," he answered a little too quickly, feeling the need for relief.

Her head turned, so he could see her perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirk a little bit. Then, she sat up on her knees, taking hold of the base and swiftly sinking down on it. She let out a little hiss, and remained still in that position.

"You oka-" Shawn almost got out before choking on his words.

Sapphire very quickly recovered and started bouncing on him. For a moment, the only sound was their skin slapping together, until she pinched his thigh.

“Where are my little sounds, little one?” she asked between pants.

Shawn found himself blushing yet again. What was with that nickname? What did that say about what she thought of him? He was about to ask, but he saw the back of Sapphire’s robe fall, exposing her skin. She was naked under that little robe, and she wasn’t letting him see anything. It was a tease, and only drove him further, causing a little moan to bubble past his mouth.

“That’s it,” she praised, leaning forward on her hands so as to get better leverage. She was practically twerking on his cock, making him want to grab the plump cheeks.

Obscene noises of their skin slapping and Shawn's moaning filled up the room. Sapphire was incredibly talented with her hips, keeping the rhythm steady, and she didn't stop or slow down. The coil in Shawn's abdomen was tightening more and more every minute, making his heart race and his breath hitch.

He rested his hands behind his head, eyes squeezed shut from the feeling. Fuel to the fire were Sapphire's first sounds of the evening. Shawn picked his head up and noticed her arm moving rhythmically in front of her, and he immediately knew what she was doing. God, he wanted see that, and she probably knew that too. She probably picked this position on purpose.

Even after a shaky orgasm, Shawn was still thinking about the ways he wanted to take her. All the things he wanted to do with her. His body was weak and sweaty, and he was catching his breath while Sapphire fixed her robe and plopped down next to him.

Like Kat, she still looked well put together, like all she did was go for a casual stroll. Not even sweating or panting. Sapphire did all the work and all she did was dab at her leftover lip gloss with her finger afterwards.

Shawn was a little confused at this. Why was he the only fucked out mess here? He lifted a hand, his fingers gently touching Sapphire's blonde locks to get her attention.

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

She nodded with a smile. "You did everything right, babe." Then, she took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, and she lied her head on his chest. "Hell, I might even keep you here a bit longer than planned."

Whatever the fuck that meant, Shawn didn't really give a shit. Looking down at the beautiful socialite in his arms, he realized he wasn't prepared to leave either. And he certainly wasn't thinking of Brian, or his ex-girlfriend.

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Boo (G.D.)

Author’s Note: Finally back after s long sorry bout that. Here’s a little blurb to get my mind going again since I suck at writing now. Be sure to request ideas! 

Requested: No

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Cursing?

Prompt: Working at Six Flags was always a bore, until you got some special visitors. 

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“Why did I decide to work today?” you wondered. But seriously, why did you?

You definitely could’ve been with your friends doing who knows what, or you could’ve been at home watching a movie or making cookies. But no, you were stuck outside, on a cold night, working.

The only good thing about your job was that it wasn’t a full-time important job. It lasted only during the warmer months, which was around May to now, October. You could choose if you wanted to work that day, and for how long. Since you worked at Six Flags, there were thousands of other employees working the same shift as you.

Plus, your job was super easy. You know when you’re at a carnival or amusement park and you walk past the game where you hit the hammer thing down and you have to try and reach the top? Yeah, that’s my job. You collect money and if they’re lucky, give them their choice of prize. So really anyone could do your job.

But you felt like you wanted to make a little cash for the next couple weeks, so you decided to work tonight. Stupid you.

It was unusually cold outside, and you’re sweatshirt was barely cutting it. You had a rush of customers the last 3 hours, and now since it was cold, there was almost no one going to your game. So you stood there, bored on your phone, counting down the minutes to go. Just kidding, you had two more hours to go.

“Ugh,” you groaned, sitting down in your uncomfortable stool. Your chin rested on your hand as you stared in the crowd of people walking by. There’s a family of six, three boys and girl. The mom is trying to get them to stop fighting as the dad is trying to figure out the map. You chuckled. A couple is walking close together, sharing a warm pretzel and smiling. You stared envious, of the pretzel of course. And lastly, two guys were walking towards your game. More specifically, the Dolan Twins.

Sure you knew of the Dolan Twins, who didn’t? But you weren’t exactly a huge or crazy fan. You just knew who they were. You also looked around for any girls or guys who spotted them and were about to get all excited. You saw three girls point to them, but they seemed too shy to go ask for a picture. Furrowing your brows, you sat upright on your stool as they approached you.

“Before you play, there’s three girls over there that I think want a picture but are too scared to say anything.” You guided them over to where you were looking and they looked at each other before making their way over to the girls.

The girls got their pictures and were on their way, and the twins made their way back over to your game.

“Did you want a picture too?” Ethan asked. You shook your head no. It wasn’t that big of a deal to you if you got a picture.

“No thanks. So you guys wanna play?” you asked, standing up from your stool. They both nodded.

“Out of curiosity, how many people are able to hit the top?” Grayson asked. You shrugged.

“I think only one person hit it today. I’ve worked at this station for almost 2 years and I still haven’t reached the top of it.”

They both laughed as Ethan handed me $20, which would allow them to go 4 times.

“Watch and learn,” Ethan said, grabbing the heavy hammer thing. He picked it up behind his head and threw it down onto the metal plate. The bell went to the third top most marker before making its way back down. Grayson laughed as Ethan shook his head.

“That was my warmup. I get another one,” he defended as he placed the hammer in between his legs. He stretched his arms out and picked the hammer up again, going through his same routine as the bell went to the second top most marker before making its way down. Grayson let out a louder laugh and Ethan huffed.

“This is ridiculous.”

For the next turn, Ethan almost reached the top marker. He was less than an inch away.

“This is the one, I’m feeling it,” he said, shaking his arms out.

“I hope so because it’s the last turn.” Grayson said, and you let out a laugh. He looked at you and returned the laugh.

“Shut up assclown I got this.” Grayson snickered and recorded him as Ethan did his routine once again. He let the hammer down with the most force he had the past 4 times. The bell made it to the top marker as the lights went on and a ring was let out, signaling a winner.

“Ha bitch,” he said to Grayson, who rolled his eyes.

“You get to pick a prize now.”

“I don’t need a prize for doing what I always do,” Ethan joked, flexing his muscles.

“Now he’s gonna complain his arms are sore tomorrow,” Grayson said. You snorted.

“That hammer was heavier than I expected,” Ethan defended. Grayson rolled his eyes and picked up the hammer.

“Oh shit, how much is it?” He asked. You shook your head.

“It’s fine you don’t need to.” He slightly smiled to thank you.

Ethan was recording him, probably waiting for him not to get it so he could prove him right.

Grayson lifted it over his head and slammed the hammer down on the metal plate. The bell shot up to the top marker and it lit up, yet the machine didn’t ring the bell.

“I think you broke it,” you said. Grayson grabbed his phone from Ethan and shoved Ethan.

“This is why you should work out instead of playing fortnite all day.” The two shoved each other around before you said something.

“Well you won a prize, if you would like one.” you offered.

“Sure. Um, I don’t know. Which one should I get?” He asked out loud.

“I think the koala is really cute,” you said, pointing to it. The koala was pink and had a heart in the middle of its tummy where you could write a little note.

“I’ll take that one.” You nodded and grabbed a koala out of the bin of prizes.

“Here’s a pen if you want to write anything.” Grayson took the pen out of your hand and wrote quickly on the koala, as Ethan was telling him to hurry up because he wanted to go on more rides. Once he finished he handed the pen and koala back to you.

“For you,” he said with a wink, and walked away with Ethan.

The koala had his number and name on it, along with a little message.

Spooky szn is coming up and I’m looking to cuff someone, I think I found my boo.

You let out a laugh at how cheesy yet cute is was. You saw him turn around and you smiled at him, and you saw him smile back in the darkness of the night.

You took your phone out and texted the number.

Hey

Almost right away you got a reply.

Hey boo, you free tomorrow night?

Your felt a blush rise to your cheeks, but luckily the darkness of the night covered it. Guess it was a good idea to come to work today.