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words-for-holland · 4 years ago

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Quarantine Series: Silence is Golden?

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N don’t get into a lot of fights, but this one will leave you speechless...literally.

A/N: Hey! Did you know I created a Masterlist?! You can view here (X)!

Every couple has their good and bad days. Some people will even say it’s healthy to have a little dispute once and awhile. For Y/N and Tom, the bad days just kept on coming. Maybe it was due to the work piling up on Y/N’s plate lately, or the fact that Tom was stressing about going to Berlin in 2 weeks for his work. Either way, both of them were under pressure, and with everything going on, it’d be no surprise that even the smallest things would irritate them.

“Tom I told you to put your luggage off to the side. One of us is going to trip with all this shit in our room.” Y/N scolded as she pushed the black luggage to the side of wall.

Tom was sitting in bed, rolling his eyes at his fiance’s comment and went back to focusing on his script. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if you just cleaned the room every weekend like you were supposed to do.” He grumbled as he highlighted his lines.

“I was working the entire weekend. I told you I had a huge release to prep for and last time I rememebered I’m your fiance not your maid. It wouldn’t kill if you could just do some of the chores in the house instead of having me, Harry, Harrison, or Tuwaine do it for you.” She argued, glaring down at Tom with her arms crossed. “Just cause your some hot shot celebrity doesn’t mean you can just sit there and do jack shit.”

Tom looked at her with surprise and anger. He just about had it up to here with her nagging. Tom loves Y/N, but sometimes, like tonight, she was really getting on his nerves, and the next few things he says to her were not so pretty. “Can you just shut up?! You’re always telling me what to do, what not to do, to stop doing this and stop doing that, and god the never-ending chatter that comes out of your mouth.” He spits out not even paying attention to how Y/N was reacting. “Some people actually do prefer some peace and quiet. God, I really can’t wait to go to Berlin just so I don’t have to hear that god awful nagging of yours.” Tom shakes his head as he looks back at his script, until he realized what just came out of his mouth...complete and utter bullshit that he didn’t mean.

It was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. In fact she was speechless, not really knowing what to say to his rant. It hurt a lot, as if her heart had just broken in a million pieces. If there was one thing you needed to know about Y/N, it was that she valued everyone’s view and opinion of her. So, you can best believe that if someone had a problem with her, she would not take it lightly. When it comes from the person you love the most...well...one can’t even begin to fathom how much it could hurt.

Tears were forming and streaming down her eyes, as small sniffles start to escape. Her tiny hands balling up into a fist. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. “Well, if thats how you feel then, I don’t know why you’d want to be with a person that doesn’t shut up...Cause clearly I’m not good enough.”

Tom starts to sit up on the bed and lean towards her, trying to apologize profusely, but it was a lost cause that couldn’t be taken back. She runs out of the room with her stuff as she moves to the guest room to cry herself to sleep. Tom stays in their bedroom as he looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed face. “What have I done?” He whispers to himself, only praying they would be able to make up in the morning.

The next day, Tom wakes up extra early to prepare a ‘Sorry I’m such a div. Please forgive me’ breakfast with chocholate chip pancakes, bluerberry smoothies, and apple turnovers from her favorite coffeshop in London. And if that wasn’t enough...he had also brought her a bouquet of red roses. He awaited for her to come down, with everything set. As the boys came by to eat their share of the breakfast, Y/N comes down to akward silence. Everyone staring at her and Tom standing in the middle smiling with flowers in hand.

“Morning Y/N.” The boys say in unison.

“Morning boys...Tom.” Y/N mumbes the last word as she makes her way. They continue to talk and eat amongst themselves as Y/N looks for a seat to sit at, but sadly the only one available is the one next to Tom. He looks at her with his brown puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to sit next to him. Y/N gets the message as she rolls her eyes, and tales the seat. He present her the flowers once again, smiling off his boyish charm. “Darling, Im so sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you so much.”

Y/N takes the flowers and nods, as she goes back to her breakfast. She ate rather quickly as to make sure she didnt have to deal with anyone and went straight back to the guest room. Tom slouches in his seat, sighing in defeat. “Great the silent treatment.” He says out loud.

“Damn, Tom you must have really fucked up.” Tuwaine said as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Yeah mate, what did you do?” Harrison asked, intrigued by his best friend’s dilemma.

“You couldn’t hear them? They fought because Tom couldnt do a simple job and then called Y/N a talkative nagging piece of work” Harry answered him, stifiling a laugh. “Im sure the whole world could have heard him.”

“You also forgot, how he said he’d rather be in Berlin than be here with her.” Tuwain mentioned.

Tom glares at his younger brother and Tuwaine, giving them a good shove on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one that had to get his shit together.” Harry defends taking his last bite.

“What do I do? She wont even talk to me and I went through all this work to apologize to her.” Tom asks as he stares at the floor solemnly. “I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

“I don’t know mate. Maybe just earn her trust again. Im sure youll both work it out...you always do.” Harrison reassures him as he makes his way to wash the dishes.

Later that night, Tom passes by Y/N as she makes her way to the bathroom across their bedroom. Tom tried his best to set up the bed as if she was staying with him, fluffing the pillows, pulking down the comforters, and turning up the AC. As Y/N finishes up, she sees him standing at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to join him. “Please? I cleaned up the room and gave you your favorite pillow because you know you cant sleep without it.” He pleads, pouting with his lower lip sticking up.

Y/N looks at the tidy room and the pillow he left her. She smiles when she takes notice of the the one pillow with flowers and ripped edges. It was her favorite pillow since she was 5 and sworn to everyone that it was the only pillowcase she could ever sleep peacefully in. With the thought and gesture Tom made today, Y/N figured it was the least she could do, though it didn’t mean he was forgiven compeltely yet. Tom smiles at his first victory as he climbs in the bed with her. He tries to snuggle closer and wrap his stron arm across her waist, whispering “I love you and I really am sorry.”

Y/N wasn’t too comfortable getting this close still, and ultimately took his hand that was on her waist and dropped it to his side. Tom, felt a slight hinge of sadness when she did that. She never refused his cuddles and anytime they had a fight they would always make up before rhe end of the day. He sighs loudly in silence. Y/N turns around to face his back, and leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which takes him by surprise. “I love you” she whispers, going back to her side of the bed.

The next day, Tom decides to take a quick trip to his parents house, who greet him with ipen arms. Though, both his parents, Paddy and Sam, notice the distress on his face. “What’s wrong son?” Tom’s mum asked with worry.

“Mum, Dad...I messed up.” He cries. “ I was just really stressed out this past week, with the movie, and the fans, and thinking about how I have to leave Y/N for Berlin...I-I- just said a lot of stupid things to her that I didnt mean.”

Tom’s mom rubs her son’s back as she tries to console him and calm his breathing. “There. There. Its going to be okay. You know Y/N loves you so much. Im sure you’ll both get through this.”

“That’s the thing mum. I don’t know if we can. She won’t even talk to me. I made her breakfast gave her flowers and even cleaned our room liek she asked me too. I don’t know what else to do to show her that I truly sorry.I told her I can’t wait to go to Berlin so I did have to hear her talk, but thats far from the truth. I don’t want to leave her when we’ve had all this time together.”

“Hmm...perhaps you should do the things that she doesn’t ask you to do. You know Y/N is also stressed with her job as well, she might not have time to get around to all the things that need to be done. Also tell her how you really feel besides that you’re sorry and you love her. You know both of you have had a hard week and there’s a lot of feelings bottled up inside. Just be honest with your feelings. I know you didn’t mean it and Im sure she knows too.”

Tom smiles at the last sentence, realizing the two haven’t really committed to the rules they promised each other, be honest and communicate with each other. “You’re right, Mum. I cant even remember the last time we really talked.” Tom got up up quickly whiping away the dry tears. “I’m gonna go make things right with Y/N. Thank you for everything. I love you.” Tom hugs his mother, before he makes his way ready to set things right.

As he pulls up to the house, Tom is ince again by the door with flowers in hand. Y/N sliently looks at him as she tilts her head curious as to why he’s on his toes...and with more flowers in hand. “Look you don’t have to say anything because I’m gonna be doing all the talking right now.”

Y/N looks at him in surprise, intrigued to hear what he has to say this time. “Y/N. Im know. im such a dumbass, clueless, and careless bloke who didn’t stop to think about your feelings and the things you wanted from me. I should have helped around more, I should asked how you were , and I definitely should have pushed my luggage to the side of the wall like you asked me too many times.” He says chuckling nervously. “And I know I fucked up, but Im really going to to try to make it an effort to listen more, and help you as much as I can. And Im so sorry for being so distant, I just I had a lot on my mind and the fact that I have to leave you, in two weeks when this has been the longest we’ve spent time together, it made me more sad.” Y/N looks at him with a sympathetic smile, almost ready to accept his apology. “So look, I know you’re probably still mad and everything, but Im really hoping this makes it up for you because I really do love you. Every single thing about you and theres only two more weeks before I leave and I want to spend every day, hour, minute, and second with you.”

There’s silence in the air as Tom looks into her eyes, trying to find some answer. “Every day, hour, minute, and second?” She questions him smiling. Tom’s face lights up with the brightest smile hes ever out on. He drops the flowers and hugs her even more tightly than he did with his mother, spinning her around. Nothing sounded better than hearing her laugh, it’s been far too long. He cups her face, kissing her passionately only to pull away and move the stray hairs from her face. Taking in every single detail of her face. “Yes. Ever day, hour, minute, and second..so lets not waste anymore time.” He grabs her hand as he rushed her to their room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She yells with laughter. Tom sulks and groans, “Aw, what now?”

“You didnt even ask if I forgave you, yet?”

“Well...” Tom says pretending to think “Do you forgive me?”

Y/N looks at him, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s go. Got to show you how much I appreciate and love you.” Tom smiles as he pulls her away.

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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can we get A12 from prompt list 3 w/ himbo roger? pls its for my health - ☁️

Apologies that this is a bit late! I always find hypno stuff takes a bit longer, especially since I try and base it on files that already exist. Speaking of this was very much inspired by THIS hypno audio intended for a penis-having audience.

Anyway, did you know that erotic hypno is a whole ass subgenre of phone sex because that’s what I learned today! Also I felt like this scenario screamed hands free orgasm so oop that’s what ya getting

A12: Phone/video sex

After the first day of the conference where you were presenting about the steps your organisation was taking to reduce the rates of homelessness, all you wanted was to talk to Roger. He picked up quickly, sighed a tired hello into the phone, though his tone picked up when he realised it was you.

“I missed you,”

“Rog it’s been like 24 hours since I saw you,”

“Yeah I know. But today was…not great. Kinda just feel like being with you.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing, not important. Tell me about your day, Ms Making-A-Difference,”

“Oh y’know, spent most of the day listening to various people speak. I got to meet some incredible people and learn about some really important work that they’re doing. But it’s honestly not the most thrilling thing in the world. The last session went on for like three hours. My presentation went well though, people seemed to respond favourably. Hopefully the panel tomorrow is just as good.”

“I am so proud of you,”

“Thanks. Now you go, what happened today that’s got you feeling down?” Roger sighed again, “Oh the usual band nonsense. Got into it with Bri about one of his contributions to the new album. It’s dumb and we’ll both be over it by tomorrow but right now I am sick of his shit.”

“Sorry I can’t be there to make you feel better,”

“It’s fine, hearing your voice is enough. Although, there might be something else you can do…Put me under?”

“Over the phone?”

“Why not?”

“I- Will that even work? Normally it’s face to face,”

“Yeah but it’s all about your voice and instructions. Distance shouldn’t matter,”

You considered what he said, ideas of what you could do already forming, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, let’s try. Just give me two minutes to lock the door so we aren’t interrupted,” you set the phone down and headed to the door, slipping your do not disturb hanger onto the outside handle, and then began stripping down to your underwear. Dropping your work clothes into a pile beside your suitcase, you knelt down and began digging through your neatly packed belongings until you located the small vibrator you’d begun travelling with.

“Okay, back,” you said as you settled against the mattress, “are you comfy?”

“Very. Was already in bed when you called,”

“What are you wearing?”

“Bit cliché,” he laughed, “but um, my PJ pants,”

“Is that all?”

“Well I have undies on too,”

“You wanna change, remove some layers?”

“Slip into something more comfortable?”

“Exactly,” you chuckled, your excitement rising as you heard Roger stand up and remove his clothes.

“Alright, I’m starkers now,”

“Good boy. I was thinking we might play hands free,”

“And what does that mean?”

“Very simply, you’re going to drop for me, down down down, drop into that place you enjoy so much. Nothing to think about. No worries. No thoughts. Just the desire to please…” You’d hypnotised Roger enough times to know what worked for him and what didn’t, though it felt odd to be putting him under without any of the usual visual cues. But his breath was steady and deep and his voice was soft, almost far away, when he responded to your questions. You talked to him for a little longer than you normally would feel necessary, just to make sure everything stuck the way you wanted it to.

“That’s right, nice deep breaths. Now put your free hand over your head so it touches the headboard, okay? And stretch your legs out to the corners of the bed.” Roger hummed acknowledgement and you hoped that meant he’d followed the instruction.

“When I wake you, you wont be able to move your hands or feet. The hand over your head will be tied to the headboard, restrained, keeping you in place on the bed. Your feet will be tied down too, making it impossible to move. Your other hand will be glued to the phone so you can’t move it or touch yourself. You’ll be stuck in place, stuck listening to me, stuck, stuck, stuck. Okay, I’m going to count down from ten now. And when I reach one, you’ll be in such a deep, dumb state, that my words will become your complete and absolute reality. And you’ll feel so good just letting it happen, letting me take control. You’ll be so deep, so deep and dumb, and everything will feel so real. Connecting your mind and your body to my words, bringing you all those pleasurable sensations you are capable of feeling. Ten. Deeper and deeper, dumber and dumber. Nine. Just listening to me, to my voice and my words. Eight. Feeling everything so strongly, believing everything I say. Seven. Down, down, down, deeper and deeper. Six. Letting yourself relax. Five. And letting me take control. Four. Such a nice sensation. Three. Going deeper and deeper down. And the deeper you go, the dumber you are and the better you feel. And the better you feel the deeper you want to go. Two. Letting the cycle take you deeper and dumber and deeper. One.” You snapped your fingers into the receiver, “wake up,”

Roger hummed again.

“Hi baby,”

“Where are you? I can’t see you,”

“Of course not silly. I’m on the phone. I couldn’t be there with you but that doesn’t mean you can’t be my silly little plaything, does it? How do you feel?”

“Oh! Stuck!”

You heard a grunt as Roger tried to break free of his restraints, “Aww, poor boy, all tied up. But you’re turned on my it, aren’t you,”

“Yes,” his voice was soft as if he didn’t want to admit it.

“That’s so good! I want you to be turned on!”

“You do?”

“Such a Dummy. Of course I want you to be turned on. Because I’m going to do something special for you right now. It’s why you’re tied up. I’m going to make you cum and I don’t want you touching yourself and rushing it. You’re going to let me give you a blow job.”

“But…cunt?”

“If you’re good and let me hear how much you like my blowjob, you’ll make me so wet. I love listening to you.”

“Okay,”

“Good boy, I promise it’s going to be so much fun,”

“Now, close your eyes and think about me. Imagine me there with you. Naked. Kneeling between your spread legs. Feel the rope around your wrist and your ankles, really feel it. What’s it like?”

“Umm, tight. Rough. I can’t move. But it doesn’t hurt!”

“I hope not, I want you to feel good. Now, feel my fingers trace a line up your thigh,” Roger let out a small huff of air, “it tickles,”

“Yeah?” you smiled to yourself, happy it seemed to be working, “Feel now as I drag my finger higher up your thigh. Feel every sensation from my touch, slowly creeping up your leg. Feel your skin tingle where I touch you. Warm and wonderful. It’s like my fingers are activating your nerve endings wherever I touch you, making you feel nothing but pleasure. Let yourself feel it, that electrifying tingle running from where I touch you all the way up to your brain. Arousing you.” Roger’s breath came out shakier than before.

“And as my fingers drift up to your stomach, feel the warm trail follow. Across your stomach and then down to your cock. I bet that felt good. My hand, wrapping around your cock. You’re getting hard aren’t you?”

A small whimper, “Yes,”

“Good. I like how you feel, getting stiff in my hand. It turns me on. Makes my cunt wet and my mouth drool.” It wasn’t a total lie either. You weren’t drooling exactly but as you shifted your thighs together you could feel how wet you were. Roger groaned and you heard him shift.

“Uh uh uh, stay nice and still and let me pleasure you. I’m not going to release the ropes that bind you until you’re finished.”

He stilled again with another huff.

“Good boy. Just relax and feel my touch. Feel how hungry I am for your cock as I lower myself between your legs, stroking my hand over you. You look so big and hard in my hand. And that makes me want to taste you even more. Feel my hand move up and down your shaft as I lean in and press a kiss to the tip of your cock. You can feel my breath too, can’t you. My warm breath as I lick my lips, so ready to taste you. I can’t wait any more. I press my tongue to the base of your shaft and lick up to your tip.”

Another noise from Roger, too quiet.

“Let me here you Dummy. Let me hear how good I make you feel as I drag my tongue back down again.”

“Fuck,”

“Good Dummy. I lick back up to your lip again, flick my tongue along the underside of it. And you can feel that, can’t you? I say it so your brain feels it and your cock feels it too. My tongue flicking against you again. And again. Up and down. And again. It’s such a sensitive spot. It feels so good that your cock twitches.”

Roger’s breathing had lost all of the calm rhythm you’d put him under with. It was ragged and heavy as he waited for what you were going to do next, unable to move or speed you up.

“I think your balls need some attention now. My hand moves over your shaft again but you can feel my mouth against your balls. Feel as I kiss you there. A hot, wet kiss. Feel as I run my tongue over them. Enough to drive you crazy with lust. Especially when I suck one of your balls into my mouth. Let me hear you beg for me to suck your cock.”

“Please, please suck my cock. I’m so hard and I want you so bad.”

“You’re so good for me so I’m going to reward you. Feel my lips on your shaft again, leaving more wet kisses all around your cock. And up, up, up. Until I finally put my mouth around the tip of your cock,”

“Oh fuck, thank you,”

“So polite. You feel so much pleasure, just from this. Just my mouth around your tip. But you can feel more. And you do feel more as you watch me slide just that bit further down your cock. Feel how warm and wet my mouth is as I take more of you. Such intense pleasure. But you’re at my mercy now. Tied down for me to use, for me to control. You’re lucky I love sucking your cock. And I do love it. I’m so wet just from having you in my mouth. And you can feel how much I love it by how eagerly I take you. Feel that sucking motion now. Stretching my mouth to take even more of you, even further down your cock. And feel my hands on your hips, grabbing hold of you tight as I take you deeper. Adding to the pleasure.”

Roger’s moans were uninhibited and enthusiastic, and it was more than you could handle without some relief. As quickly as you could without disrupting what he was experiencing, you shuffled down the bed and peeled your knickers off one handed, tracing your fingers along your slit and around your clit.

“You can feel how deep I’m taking you now. Deep enough to choke on you, just a little. Gag around you. Feel my lips drag back up and then all the way back down again. Taking you as far as I can. One hand sliding down to cup your balls, massage them in my palm as I fill my throat with your cock. It feels so good. You’re so close. On the brink of cumming. And then it stops. I pull back off you, let go of you.”

Roger whined down the phone line.

“My mercy, remember. I am so fucking horny right now, so fucking wet. All from sucking you off. But you’re going to lie there, desperate, and listen to me get off before I’ll let you. Feel it as I wrap my lips around your tip again, sucking. And as I suck I get closer to orgasm.” You reached for the vibrator, pressing it to your clit, trying to keep your moan quiet so the next room wouldn’t hear you.

“You can fe-el it when I moan, feel it in your c-cock. Fuck. I sink lower. Suck harder. I’m so close baby,” you couldn’t get any more words out as the vibrator buzzed against you. But Roger was so lost in the sensation it didn’t matter. He believed everything, felt everything just as you described. Your orgasm hit and your hand tightened around the phone, Roger’s whines and harsh breaths audible as you rode it out. You turned the vibrator off and dropped it.

“Christ. You feel me moan again and rise up to your tip once more. Sucking so hard, begging you to fill my mouth with your cum. Cum for me baby.” You knew it had worked by the hitch in his breath and the stuttered moan that followed. “Good boy. Didn’t that feel so good? And now, you can feel yourself relaxing again as the ropes around your wrist and ankles loosen…”

“Holy shit Y/N,” Roger said softly, half laughing, “You’re an evil genius.”

“Well I wouldn’t say genius. But I am pretty great.”

“I am covered in cum. I don’t think I’ve ever ejaculated quite so much.”

“I think you should document visual proof because I can think of at least two occasions that might have been more. Was it good enough to turn your day around though?”

“Absolutely. I can’t even remember why I felt so shitty.”

“I’m very glad to hear that,”

“Thank you. But it’s getting late, you should probably go to bed since you’ve got to speak again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Plus, you’ll want to have some energy left when I call tomorrow night to return the favour.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #☁️#thank you for giving me an excuse to write more himbo rog #i think i leaned more heavily on the hypnosis part than the bimbo part in this #but either way he is very fun to play with lmao #Anonymous

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couldyouspeakmyname · 4 years ago

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thedevilprobs

Couldn't agree more Pina was probably one of the only characters I was completely satisfied with I also miss some of the stuff they cut out like at the beginning of the season when Louis walks out of the school and the shishigumi are waiting for him I thought that reveal was EPIC and was very sad they cut it I also miss the scene where Legoshi borrows Gouhins ex wife clothes and he says "do I look like your wife" I laughed out loud then Also all the scrapped -

thedevilprobs

The scrapped flashbacks with Jack and Gosha ?? Like why?? we could've had baby jack and legoshi meeting :"(

I FORGOT ABOU THAT OH BOY THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO COOL!! The drama kid in him would have really been in the spot light. Why they gotta let me down with my bois?

I DO HAVE A THEORY ABOUT GOSHA THOUGH!

I think maybe they’re trying to rearrange Gosha’s story. In the manga it’s implied/told he was a soldier (chapter 85), and that doesn’t fit in with the story told later on. In the story he goes from high school (dropped out maybe?) to be with Toki, then a dad to Leano, then a grandpa to Legoshi. I think they’re trying to get his timeline down better. Gosha being a soldier could work, but that would mean he’d be technically a child soldier, since there is nothing in his character that leads me to believe he would abandon Leano to fight in a war that is NOT happening (it happened years prior). I’m HOPING the flashback will come with teaser of Gosha later on, maybe they’re decided to do a big reveal down the road and have it be like BAM! Gosha. I’m hoping. The flashback with Jack could be added in technically at any point? Maybe when Legoshi moves out and everyone visits, Jack would have a flashback at the point to the awkward boi who is now living on his own, but who knows?

I think part of what they struggle with is the fact Paru has the Dragon Ball problem. She starts storylines or has ideas and many of them seem forgotten or dropped later on (poor Kyuu, so much potential). Sometimes it feels like she straight up forgot about them?? It feels very similar to how the writer of Dragon Ball, who has admittedly forgotten parts of his own story, frequently retcons or adjusts his story to go with whatever plot comes to mind. It’s messy and leads to a lot of speculation, and I think the animation studio is struggling with that.

I’m really hoping they don’t ruin Yahya/Yafya. He’s one of my favorites of the series (ties with Free, my absolute fave). I don’t see how they could, outside making him a bigger butthole than he already is or making him seem emotionless (which is how he comes off, but his inner thoughts and pained expressions let we as the readers know better). I’m worried about that part.

Part of the fun of Beastars is the WORLD BUILDING for me. There is so much depth and thought put into it, the second season has me worried they wont show everything Paru has put into it.

I AM really glad Pina got more spotlight. He was really well done and I really enjoyed him. I think I may actually like him more thanks to the anime, which isn’t something I could say for a lot of the cast

Also sorry this got long ;-; I don’t usually get to talk about this series much OTL

I need to read the manga again, it’s been a while

#I need to not just pop off like this #Im sorry

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merlinistheredheadedstepchild · 4 years ago

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Pack Mentality - June 13, 2011

Ooh the dream I remember thinking this scene was so weird the first time I watched it. Like why are you fooling around on an empty school bus outside your school in the middle of the night? And then he turned and started attacking her

Scott’s layering is better Stiles has somehow gotten tackier

Why is the school open if someone clearly died there last night?

Allison’s lines are very not good Crystal is trying but the writing is just not there

“No you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven!”

Introducing Mr. Harris

Oh look a not yet dead body and a jump scare It’s so weird that Scott is the one who wants to go to Derek

Danny does not want to be sitting next to Stiles

Oh the group date scene

And the am I not attractive to gay guys scene

Deaton thinks Scott has hustle Sacramento is the closest city that Stilinski asks for information on identifying the animal attacks

Are you really gonna sneak into a recently mauled mans hospital room and freak him out?

The deputy goes out to make sure no ones in the Hale house because it’s county property Derek freaks the dog out from a distance to get him to go away

And lo Scott appears To interrupt Derek’s lurking (how do you lurk in your own property?) Scott is freaking out and Derek is not really helping. But he offers to help in exchange for a nebulous future something

“I just wanna know if I hurt him.” “No you don’t. You wanna know if you’ll hurt her.”

“Why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin?” Because you are a sixteen year old human person and Scott is a magical killing machine with nightmares and fugue states and some serious anger management problems

Scott remembers that he was on the bus watching as the Alpha attacked that guy and that it wanted him to join in. But Scott assumes it was Derek and Stiles correctly guesses at a pack initiation thing. Scott is relieved because it means he wont hurt Allison. Stiles is relieved because it means Scott won’t kill him

Lydia is being so mean about the fashion that she previously loved

“Hey, Mr. Argent.” Fucking same Lydia

He’s just trying to keep you from getting eaten So naturally you do a flip off the roof Eight years gymnastics and you’ve bowled enough with your dad to know how to pick a ball At least Chris was stealth about his paramilitary training

Ugh, Jackson’s one of those guys

Scott’s layers are kinda cute here Allison’s feeling bad about their date being hijacked

Ooh the gas station Chris why do you look like you’re about to eat that nineteen year old alive?

I’m not sure why thinking about Allison naked makes him a better bowler

What double entendre exactly are you trying for Chris? Threatening a guy by cleaning his car And Derek making that fist and releasing it Ugh He’s so broken and alone Don’t antagonize the murderers Derek! Now is not the time for a ‘I do bite my thumb but not at you, sir.’

Lydia, why are you trying to steal Scott? Is this a Banshee thing, are you attracted the supernatural? Or did you figure out that your boyfriend is into dudes and now your trying to avoid not being in a relationship

Jackson how are you so perceptive about Scott and completely oblivious to Lydia? Oh wait

Derek getting his creep on in the hospital And the bus driver knows him and he gets so confused and scared for a second

And Melissa becomes the only nurse in the hospital despite actually talking to another nurse, because we have to find reasons for her to be in the episodes So she finds the dead bus driver

Scott and Allison are cute and, in a fun twist, Chris is the one creeping

Stiles, stop breaking into the McCall house He lives close enough to get from his house to the McCall’s in about ten minutes And he gets to deliver the news that the bus driver is dead Because Stiles job is to be an info dump

Scott You are one hundred percent convinced that Derek is a murderer, why are you confronting him in the woods in the middle of the night? Also Derek for sure lives in that house That house for sure doesn’t have a roof from the outside It does from the inside Movie magic

Derek stop acting like a bond villain and talking all cryptic from the shadows Ugh My headcanon is that he wasn’t dressed and he’s being all shadowy cause he’s trying to get his pants on

“I didn’t do anything.” “You killed him!” “He died.” “Like your sister died?” “My sister was missing. I came here looking for her.” “You found her.” “I found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch me.” “I think you killed them both. I’m gonna tell everyone. Starting with the Sheriff.” This is the most reasonable thing Scott has said or done in two weeks So of course Derek throws him down the stairs and then jumps after him, like the big old drama queen he is

That little spit he does to get the dust out of his mouth after being thrown through the a wall is far more adorable than it should be

Oh God. I’d forgotten how bad his wolf make up is Don’t do a close up on it. It’s terrible But his neck rolls before he wolfs out are a great character choice Very ‘that’s my secret, Cap.’

The fight scene is badass and I like the song choice Like, jumping on that table and then repeatedly throwing Scott into the ground might be the coolest a werewolf fight ever looks on this show

“I didn’t kill him. Neither of us did. It’s not your fault and it’s not mine.” “This! this is all your fault! You ruined my life!” “No. I didn’t.” “You’re the one who bit me!” “No. I’m not.” At least he finally said it out loud

“What!” “I’m not the one that bit you.” And Scott has a sense memory when he smells his blood and feels the scratch on his chest and he finally believes Derek cause he remembers the Alpha being not Derek

This should be an exposition dump but Derek is still being so fucking vague

“It’s you Scott.”

Derek, baby. Just use your words. Scott is so angry and confused and you talk so slowly and it takes you three weeks to say a paragraphs worth of information to get Scott to trust you. I know you don’t trust him, but you are not successfully manipulating Scott you’re just making Scott think you’re a serial killer And then you die for two episodes God, these teenage boys are idiots End Episode Three

Notes: Jackson’s obsession with Scott (besides being a lead up to the dropped storyline of him being a Hale) may also be a hint at his sexuality.

#Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf Rewatch #tw s1 #Pack Mentality #1.03

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lildowdow123 · 5 years ago

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MLQC Guys being jealous (slight NSFW for Vic and Lu)

Hey everyone, I'm glad that people like my last piece so I decides to make another one. Hopefully you guys like it too. There may he some spoilers. If so I'll put it in ** so you can just be a Goldman and avert your eyes. Btw, in these, you're dating the s/o in question just to clear up any confusion

Also, feel free to drop me a message to ask me to do a particular scene. If I can, I'll do it

Exel own the bois

Lets get to it

Victor slight NSFW

Normally, its us who has our green eyed monster rear its head. Contenders for our medusa stares are socialites wanting to get a piece of Loveland's most eligible batchelor (like Chik) , the new pretty interns who spends a little too long with Victor

It is a rare event when the tables are turned and it is Victor questioning himself on weather he has it in him keep you with him. But rare isn't a never

At events like the LFG charity ball or an Investors evening, any occasion where MC dresses up and gets a little fancy, the CEO's blood pressure begins to rise when he sees how much male attention you get. Not in a creepy possessive way. More a jealous way.

You're chatting with another business owner, just making polite conversation with the man. Of course you get compliments on your outfit or maybe your hair. You're god damn gorgeous

The conversation gets more and more friendly. Small lines are dropped here and there like "Wow that colour really goes well with your eyes" or "It suits your figure" until soon enough he is asking you back to his place after this

You're a little taken aback by the offer at first. "Oh I'm really sorry.." you try to start. A shadow looms over you. The charming sexy devil in his suit has arrived

An arm finds his way around your silk covered waist, pulling you to him. He won't say anything unpleasant or nasty, the boi has decorum but he will make sure this man knows you're his

"Who's this MC?" Victor asks, his cold stare not moving away from the other man. He will hold his free hand out for him to shake while he introduces himself, not giving a damn about the mans name. He wont be around you two for much longer

"Victor Li. I'm with MC" and with that, the poor other man knows you're not available

His chit chat is far less flirtatious now that LFG's bossy bitch is standing with you anchored to him

After the event, when you two are driving back, feel free to give him a small rant on how the other man was just being friendly and that he shouldn't have scared him shitless. He may not take it seriously and argue that he was flirting with you and that he will not let someone else lure away his woman

A long night of jealousy/make up sex will follow as soon as you get back to his place. He will dirty talk you sometimes if you make him jealous. Things like "do you like my cock? Only I can make you feel this way" He'll take you all night and make sure that you have forgotten all about the other man

Kiro

Tbh, I find it really hard to imagine Kiro getting really jealous. He is always so bright and cheerful that it would be hard to see his green eyed monster. So forgive me if this is a little wishy washy

You and the backstage team are preparing for an episode of your show which Kiro will guest star in. He is getting prepped to be in front of the cameras when he sees you talking to one of his crew. It's pretty normal stuff. Communication between your team and his team is key to make this run smoothly so he doesn't pay that much mind. He just watches Miss Chips pull the concentrated face you make (also, it's been pointed out to me by another Tumblr writer that MC is an acronym for Miss Chips) because it's cute to see you get passionate about your work

That is something they all really appreciate about you

His attention is turned away from you and back to his makeup artist who is nearly done and just needs him to close his eyes for some setting spray but when he opens them again, the stagehand is much closer and leaning in for a kiss.

Miss Chips is leaning back away because she is already in a relationship with Kiro but the boy just keeps closing in.

Not on his watch *SPOILER: He has to stop himself from having a full on Helios moment with the guy*

"Hey, Miss Chips. I'm ready do you need me anywhere?" You hear the chipper voice of your star and boyfriend call out as he walks up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead. Stage boy backs up a little, seeing Kiro place his metaphorical stake on you.

He won't scream or shout or threaten violence on the boy. No, his way of expressing this jealousy is much more passive aggressive way. His smile will still be bright and his voice as happy as ever but after MC explains that she was just telling the guy that she needs the lights checked or something, he adds "so please do that now" in the most delightful tone he could muster

He might as well have said fuck off to the guy

He wont wait until they have privacy, he will make out with his MC as the backstage crew busy themselves around they, pinning the rest of you to the wall *SPOILERS kind of like that Kiro Kiss date* May earn some raised eyebrows from Kiki and Willow and a huff from the make up artist as his lip balm gets all over you.

Gavin

*SPOILERS I MIGHT AS WELL JUST PUT IT HERE BECAUSE THIS ONE IS KIND OF ONE BIG SPOILER THROUGHOUT ALSO, THIS ONE WILL NEED A FEW SMALL THINGS LIKE PEOPLE FORGETTING YOU EXIST THINGS TO NOT HAPPEN. OK?*

One word is needed to explain how BirdCop will get jealous on this. That word is Shaw

The guy is the embodiment of sexual energy, probably most teenage girls fantasy. Sk8ter boi with a nonchalant outlook on rules and authority with enough big dick energy to power New York. Now, MC isn't a teen anymore but it doesn't mean that you're not immune to his flirtatious charms

He was reluctant to let you meet his brother. In fact, for a long period of time he was completely opposed to it. Then, you two ran into eachother on the bus. Ooops

Ever since, whenever you two interact, Gavin feels the need to be around in some way. Weather it be with her, tuning into the Wind FM to feel that is happening or flying around wherever they are. It could be thought of as stalkerish but it comes from a good place..I think

Irrational things would be flying around his head. I mean, it's his brother. Jesus! "He's not even that much taller than me! And younger than me! How could he even attract her?"

Shaw being Shaw is sure to make some kind of comment that is bound to set Gavin off. It probably would turn into a fight. Like, not even a civilised wrestling round, like a proper bitch fight brawl. He'd tackle his brother's ass to the ground and start punching, maybe hair pulling so he can keep punching. Shaw would be putting up one hell of a fight just to bruise Gavin. Poor MC has to try and break up this shit

Later, once the fight has stopped and MC has managed to get Gavin away, she has to ice him down and try to patch up some of the scrapes that he had gotten.

Mother duck MC comes out in spectacular fashion to scold him, telling him not to do that again. Gavin will probably explain why he felt jealous of his brother but will do so with the biggest blush ever. Poor thing is a bit insecure about you and his brother but you'll find a way to try and ease it for him

Lucien slight NSFW

The man has a cool calm demeanor and a confidence that seems unshakable. Damn he looks hot while giving his lectures at Loveland Uni

Being the hot as hell POA that you are, you turn the heads of some of the university boys there. I mean, really. What's there not to love about you. You're fucking cute

He may not show his jealousy but it is there, building like a shaken coke bottle. Watching a guy sneak small whispers to you during his lecture? Not going to go unpunished.

Has the manners not to call you two out in front of the entire class but after his lecture ends, you best believe that this man is going to make the two of you stay behind.

Once all the other students have filed out of the lecture hall, he will begin. In his low, unwavering voice he will say to both of you (but mainly the guy since he did most of the talking) "I don't appreciate being talked over in my own lecture hall. If you don't have the courtesy to let other students learn, then I urge you to leave." He says, all serious. The small smile he usually gives you will not be there. It's more than just a light scolding.

Once he dismisses the other student, who leaves a little scared of how the professor talked to him, he will give you your scolding by going to the seat behind a desk and patting his knee. He takes off his glasses and gives you one of those piercing stares that let you know that he is deadly serious

Even if you protest that he was the one who started talking to you, he will not even say a word. His eyes will never leave you as you try convince him. This man is a bad jealous (not bad bad but pretty bad at handling it)

After you finally bend over his knee, he will pull down your trousers or skirt and tug down your panties, letting them pool at your bent knees. "You know that I don't like to share you MC" he will say in his deep voice

You'd best believe that he is making you count each one and thank the professor. You can feel his fingers occasionally dip down to tease you a little before returning to your now pink ass

20 spanks and a whole round of orgasm denial later, he will send you on your way but tells you to come over to his place later where you will continue...

I hope you enjoyed that. I am sorry if Lucien was a little short. I'll try to do better next time. If you have any scenes you want in particular, feel free to leave me a message and I'll do my best to complete it

Thank you

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long-bodyswap · 5 years ago

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Clothes That Tempt Our Very Skin

By Mark Gordon

It was a hot summer day and I was headed home to see the family. It was the eve of the 4th of July and my mom and brother were anxious to see me, since it had been since Christmas and my brother had a surprise waiting for me. Now the anticipation of what that was helped to keep me focused on the rigorous 4 and a half hour trip from Phoenix to Las Vegas.

I was driving with the air conditioner blasting, as the outside temperature was somewhere in the high 100’s, yet with the sun blazing through the windows, I was still feeling warm, so I removed my tank top as I drove. Whew I thought now that feels better! My muscular chest was tingling, especially my nipples as the cold air blew on them, but I liked the feeling and my pectorals seemed to tighten even harder with the cold air. All was right with the world as I raced along the highway and I sipped my bottled water and played my tunes on the CD player.

After a while, I could feel my cock swelling to release the fluid that was now becoming painfully evident in my over filled kidneys. I had a habit of holding back when I drove long distances, but I had almost peed my pants on occasion and that feeling was less than comfortable.

This time was different, I was in sever pain and I knew I would either have to find a rest stop or try to hide behind a cactus to relieve myself. Luckily there was a rest stop up a head and I forced myself to wait even though I was at the brink of wetting my pants.

In a cloud of dust I pulled into the rest stop and scurried into the men’s room with urgency. Once at the urinal I just dropped my loose fitting cargo shorts to my ankles and pulled the waistband of my boxer briefs down under my ball sacs to get the maximum release.

As I moaned at the pleasure of unloading my kidneys, a man came in to pee and although he might have thought me weird in the state I was in, I cared less about his first impression and more about my relief.

Standing next to me was a taller man who wasn’t as lucky as I was, because his pants had a wet stain around the crotch and he knew it was visible and obvious to my view. As he let loose his thick dark yellow pee stream he was arching his back to make the stream even more pronounced.

“God I never thought I would make it!” he shouted grinning at me.

I giggled and said, “Well I nearly ended up in with a pee stain as well, but I tore off my pants and got my cock out in time” I said as his eyes locked into my crotch area and his pee stream seemed to meander in and out of the urinal.

The man just grinned while the duration of his release seemed never ending.

“Well luckily I have a change of clothes in my car; I don’t like to be messy if you know what I mean.” He said.

“Know exactly what you mean man, my boxer briefs weren’t so lucky as you can see but my shorts survived.” I replied as I tried not to notice his cock.

“Well if I were you, I’d change them before you head out, if you have a spare pair.” He said. “Good idea” I said and we both shook off our cocks and put them away and got our pants straight, then we both went out to our cars for a change of clothing.

As he pulled out a clean pair of shorts and underwear, I pulled a clean pair of boxer briefs from my travel bag and then we both walked back into the men’s room. Racing ahead of me, he took the only stall and began to undress and pile his soiled pants and underwear on the ground next to his feet, kicking them out the side of the stall next to me. By that time I had my shorts and boxer briefs off and totally nude, I could hear him taking a second leak in the toilet. God he must have large kidneys I thought.

I looked down at his pile of soiled clothes and was getting a hard on thinking – how many miles he rode wearing those clothes- hum - it was a kinky thought but I had this desire to put on his soiled underwear and pants. For one minute I wanted to wear his stuff and get a feel for this guy who was much older than me, but to his advantage a very handsome and professional looking man.

Time was running out, so I reached down and pulled on his damp jockey briefs and then his slacks. The waist was a few sizes bigger than mine, but the jockeys seemed to be quite comfortable around my waist. It was evident that these slacks were meant for a taller man as the cuffs of the pants bunched up around my sneakers but the idea of having them on was making me harder.

I had to do the next thing and that was to squeeze his pants crotch and surround my cock and balls in the pee stains for a while to fully achieve what I was after. That desire to make his fluid deposit part of me proved to be a catalyst to an event that would change both our lives for ever.

As I squeezed hard and tight, I could feel the dampness around my genitals and it felt cold for a while, but miraculously the wetness he had deposited magically was absorbed into my groin. What happened next was even more incredible.

Looking down at my hand, I couldn’t help but notice that the bunched up material around my sneakers was disappearing and the length of the slacks was lifting up somehow. Then the extra inches between of my waistband seemed to disappear as his slacks began to fit firmly now.

OH My God I thought, as I witnessed other changes happening as well. My once lean firm stomach and toned chest were gone. I had a slight bulge in the gut and my nipples had widened and there was no more muscle tone and from the look of my hands and arms, they had changed as well. A took a quick look in the mirror had confirmed that I was now inhabiting this mans body and a grin came across my face, because I was sure he would be shocked to see his twin waiting on the other side of the wall when he came out.

While I examined this new body of mine, touching and poking at my new physique, I began to wonder what he was doing so long in that stall.

While releasing the last bits of extra piss he still had in him, his body had gone through a radical transformation of its own. As he stood there pissing, his body changed as soon as I had put his clothes on- as if only one of us could exist at a time and my transformation into him forced him to transform into me.

What was taking him so long, was the fact that once his cock transformed in his hands and his body got younger and tighter, he got so sexually aroused he began to jack off quite instinctively. All this time while he was jacking off in his new physique, I could hear the moans and groans in a voice very familiar to me- MINE!

Then as if a light went off in his head, he took inventory of his body and found out quickly that he had become the young jock on the other side of the stall wall.

He let out a shout of extreme delight as his new cum load shot out of him. I knew immediately that he approved of what had happened to him and that got me tenting instantly. “I think we need to talk” I shouted over the stall wall as I was taller now and could peer in to it. I had never seen my body from this perspective before, especially my body coming off a huge climax.

With a smiling face he acknowledged me, let out the last stream of cum his new body had in him then came of the stall to confirm that I was now the owner of his former body.

Still nude, he walked over and gave me a huge kiss, by pulling my head down to meet his new 5’9” tall body. At that point I was rock hard and tenting my new pants and making a new stain in them.

As he bent down to get my old clothes, he seemed less interested in my erection and more interested in completing his packaged look by wearing my boxer briefs and shorts.

“Hey” he said. “Those Nikes are way too big on you now can you take them off and hand them to me?”

They were much too big for my feet, event though I was taller now my feet weren’t 10 and half anymore, luckily he was wearing sandals or he would have been I real pain when his feet grew. I obliged and even gave him my socks as well, and the slid his sandals over for me to wear.

“Now, I am you completely!” He shouted. “So how old am now?” he demanded.

I think you’ll find that your occupying a 28 year old body, “and what of me?” “How old am I?” I said.

As he modeled in the mirror turning side to side, then flexed a bit then said, “Oh 42 years old will work!”

“I can’t believe this!” “How long did it take you to turn out this muscular?” he said testing the tightness of my pectoral and abdominals. Poking them to see how hard they really were.

I stood there with my hand to my face in amassment, wondering if he was serious and thinking – Doesn’t he get it? We have swapped bodies and all he is interested in his my age and how long I’ve been working out?

“Did you hear what I said”, he went on.

“Well, when the body was mine, it took 4 years to get to that point and daily bow flex work outs to maintain it!” I said with a bewildering face.

“So this bow flex thing will maintain this then?” he said still turning and modeling his new body in the mirror.

I was sexually excited but pissed he hadn’t fully made notice that I was now him and maybe that wasn’t exactly convenient for me.

I walked over to him and grabbed him firmly on both shoulders and looked in straight in the eyes. “So am I now dismissed now?, discarded and forgotten now that you find yourself in a rather young buff body?”

He pushed me off of him saying, “Listen hot shot- it wasn’t me that put on your clothes now was it?!” “I suppose you had some kinky reason and I wont get into that right now but wasn’t it your hope to assume my body or at least feel what it would be like to be in it?” “So now you have it and from that boner in your pants I trust you like it!” He said with an arrogance I could not believe was coming out of that body.

“Well listen here - it may have been a sudden desire, but I think it’s worn off now and I would like to get my body back and continue on my way home!” I with a stern expression on my face.

He began pacing a bit, thinking he could make a deal with me, all the time rubbing his hard chest and feeling his new package between his legs.

“You know possession is 9 tenths of the law” he said like a shroud lawyer. “And well giving this fine specimen of youth back so quickly would be like returning lottery winnings, and I am not going to be such a fool as that!” “What I would propose is this- Let me remain you for a week or so- let me fulfill my fantasies both physically and sexually and then I might consider swapping back again.”

“You are headed for Vegas I presume?”

“Well yes” I said nervously.

“Well that’s where I was headed to, but now there is a twist- I go to Vegas as a 28 year old jock instead of a 42 year old vacationing Nurse and the dynamics of my vacation have now changed, don’t you agree?.”

“But wait, my family is expecting me and this is a time when I spend time with my brother, in fact I was planning a great holiday week with him!” I told him in a sympathetic voice.

“Shit, Shit, Shit- always complications aren’t there?” he said with a smirk on his face and I shook my head yes hoping that was reason enough for him to give in and return my body.

“OK - but this is the plan” he said fiddling his fingers like a high roller would do.

“It was these clothes that made us change and these clothes that will change us back, but once were back in our original bodies, I am taking your soiled clothes I am wearing as collateral- after one week I will put these clothes on and the swap will be permanent!”

All I could think of at the moment is my family and their feelings. So I shook my head yes and he took off my dirty clothes and I took off his and gave them to him. He put on his clothes and I proceeded to put on the clothes I was going to change into in the first place.

Within a few seconds I was experiencing the transformation back to my youth and firm toned body and he was returning to his age of 42 and getting taller – loosing all the tight firm muscle he just had. I was now in my clean boxer briefs and shorts, leaving him with my soiled ones for him to recapture my body when my week was up.

I just wanted to get out of there and head on down the road with even more reason to get to Vegas fast. As I began to leave he gave me his card-

Keith Young

Registered Nurse

With his address and phone number on it also.

I put the card in my shorts pocket and turned to leave and he grabbed my arm.

“Listen, I am really a nice guy as you’ll come to find out, it is just that my desire is to be in a body just like yours!” He said with as serious face.

“Listen man, under different circumstances, maybe a different time and place- maybe this would have been a mutual desire, but I over stepped my better judgment and invaded your privacy by trying on your clothes.” “I had every desire to want to be in your body, but right now was not the right time to experiment.” I said.

I gave him his card back and told him to write down his hotel name and I would try to call him during the week and we could work out the details of the final swap and he smiled and wrote all the information down.

Handing me back the card we both smiled and I walked up to him and gave him a deep kiss on the lips and grabbed his tented pants. “By the way, my name is Mark Gordon and your cock is rock hard!”

“Nice being you Mark” he said and I winked at him and said, “Could you see your way and maybe help me relieve this boner I have?”

I took a good look at his pants and couldn’t say no, so as he unbuckled his pants, I got on my knees and awaited his thick cock. He took it out of his briefs and I grabbed on to his waist to bring his cock deep into my throat. I began sucking him, but he took over and began to fuck my face. All I could hear is the moaning and grunting as he pumped my head with his rock hard cock. But with the furry of his rhythm I could tell he wanted to be me more than anything and when he finally let loose his load, I knew this would be the cream my body would be making in the near future. I swallowed it all and even cleaned off his cock. One more kiss and he sent me off slapping my tight ass as I left the room.

All the way home I could not get Keith’s face and body out of my mind. I knew I had one week left as Mark and I would make it the best I could. My shorts remained tented the rest of the way home.

When I got home finally, it was all hugs and kisses from my mom and a big hug from my 15 year old brother, who was going to pee his pants if he couldn’t share his secret with me. Once things settled down and we had eaten, my brother Kevin and I went up to his room where he was going to reveal is secret to me.

Since we shared rooms this time, I started to get ready for a shower and took off all my clothes. While I was busy doing that, Kevin had done something behind my back and just then the bottom fell out of my stomach and I felt light headed and not quite myself. In fact I was not my self at all because looking down at my chest and stomach, I was flatter than a pancake and my cock was small and my pubic hair seemed to have vanished.

As I glanced his way, I fell back on my bed in shock as standing in front of me was a duplicate of myself in just boxer briefs- in fact the pair I left here at Christmas time.

“Whoa what the fuck!” I shouted.

“I am me Kevin, but in your body- so what do you think bro?” he said with a smile. I stood there shaking in a body that was pushing puberty “What do I think?” “I think I am now my hairless brother!”

I got up and walked around him- looking at an exact clone of myself, and except for the fact I was 6 months younger and had a thicker goatee, it was me alright.

“But how?” I shouted.

“It is the most remarkable thing Mark, after finding your boxer briefs stuffed under the spare bed, I couldn’t help but miss you and put them on late one night early in the morning. I almost instantly began to transform into you and because I not quite through puberty yet, becoming you made me as horny as hell. I took on your hot body and couldn’t control myself. I jacked off really scared but exploded like never before. I took up boxer briefs off and put mine on again and changed back because I wasn’t sure whether you had changed as well. Since I didn’t hear from you and because I did it at 3am in the morning I was sure it happened while you were fast asleep.”

So now that I showed you, I will take them off promptly!” He went on.

“No please leave them on Kevin for a moment I haven’t been 15 in a while.”

So I walked around looking at his body in the mirror and noticing how much smaller his cock was than mine then I turned to Kevin and said, “would you mind if I jacked off in your body- you certainly know what jerking off in mine is like don’t you?”

Kevin began to laugh and said, “Sure Mark, but it wont be like yours I can tell you that and the consistency of my cum isn’t like yours either- kind of watery and not as white as yours!”

While Kevin explained to me what to expect, I began to jack him off right in front of the mirror and right away I knew it was going to be different. I thought of Keith and his thick boner as I made Kevin’s 4 inches rock hard. As I worked it hard, Kevin was watching intensely and I turned to him and said – “jack my body too” and without thinking he whipped out my 7 inches and we were jacking off together.

My build up was not as impressive as my own, but I was able to get a relatively good sensation. His immature ball sacs released what it could and when I was ready I spurted a nice watery load with bits of white streaks in it that quickly made a puddle on the tile floor in front of me.

Kevin was laying down on his bed making the most of his second chance to cum in my body, and was edging himself to make it last longer. It was very erotic watching sweat bead up on my muscular body as he was grinding away at my cock. Soon he couldn’t hold it back any more and it was strange hearing my voice moaning and shouting as it released its cargo. Just like at the rest stop – hearing my voice coming out of someone else seemed very erotic.

Two thick white ropes of creamy cum shot out of him and back down on his chest and then one more spurt took the balance of his sac supply and then he just lay back breathing heavy.

“Holy fuck Mark that was so hot! He said rubbing his hard chest and stomach.

“Nice job, Kevin”, I said as I walked over to slide my boxer briefs off him and proceeded to slide his back on him.

“OH fuck no” he shouted as I forced his on him over his still throbbing cock. In seconds his cock got smaller and his body began its journey back to age 15 and I put the boxer briefs on I had just removed from him and returned to my own body, but this time I was 6 months younger and as I said my goatee was a bit thicker.

“God what a rush that was!” I shouted. Kevin turned and said, “Yeah try coming back the other way!” and started to clean off his cum coated stomach.

The week was very interesting after that and Kevin and I did this swap several times before I had to go home. In fact the week went by so fast I forgot to call Keith and I was sure he was getting pissed at me.

It was the night before I was to leave and I called to try and catch Keith in time before he put my clothes back on. Luckily I caught him and although he was mad I hadn’t called earlier we kind of got through that and made our plans for the future. Little did I know my brother Kevin had plans of his own for the future and that last night as we swapped bodies again, he must have slipped a sleeping pill into my soft drink and I over slept.

While I slept up stairs like a baby in his 15 year old body, he was showering in my body and making plans to sneak out and head back to phoenix as me. OH the excitement of jacking in the shower and feeling the spray of water over his tight muscular body- this is the life he thought to himself. However, while he dried off and was getting ready to sneak into my clothes to get dressed, Keith was in his hotel room preparing to put on my soiled boxer briefs and shorts from the rest stop.

As Kevin flexed in the mirror, Keith was doing that very thing. With in minutes poor Kevin was watching my body age and get taller- skin tone and body features were changing fast and he was about to shit himself as Keith’s final shape to form right in front of him.

“JESUS CHRIST – WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED” - HE SHOUTED”

I awoke instantly and saw the time and then saw Kevin and I knew exactly what must to have happened.

I jumped up and calmed him down and tried to explain what had happened to me at the rest stop, but the jump from 28 to 42 years was making him psychotic and I quickly slid his original underwear on fast to sooth him. As he transformed back into his 15 year old body I told him he must have had a nightmare. The shock and stress made him tired and he just fell back to sleep. He may have fainted, but I suppose it was best he was out like a light.

Now I was still in Kevin’s body and I grabbed my real underwear and slipped into the bathroom while Kevin went back to sleep.

I got back to my own body and then showered and got ready – kissed my mom and drove off- my plan with Keith was to meet once more at the rest stop, to finalize our plans, but I would have to meet him now regardless to get his clothes and change into him as I was supposed to by now anyway.

When we met I had to make an excuse that I over slept and had to change back so as not to scare my brother and mom- he believed me and gave me a pair of his worn jockeys so that we could finally consummate our deal. I was ready to be Keith and head to his home town in Ohio and let him assume my life in Phoenix. After I had undressed and slid on his soiled briefs, and the transformation into Keith’s body was complete, Keith was totally boned in my clothes at watching me transform into him and I knew what I would be doing next.

He whipped out his new young cock and I went to my knees and began to suck him off, but this time it was reversed as I was him sucking him as me. Again he grabbed my head and fucked my face and at that moment I knew I was going to enjoy this. His firm body was pumping me fast and I grabbed onto his tight bubble butt for some balance. I was getting used to hearing my former voice moaning and it was making me hard like magic.

Soon his rich young cream was pumping down my throat and his moans were so wonderful to hear. With a smiling face and sweaty chest he put his cock back into his boxer briefs and buttoned his shorts.

“You have made me the happiest man alive!” He said. And coming back to my feet I grinned and said, “Enjoy every moment of it young man!” And we kissed our final kiss till we would meet again.

See you here in a year he shouted as he pulled away in my car. And I waved good bye as he headed off and I got back into his car and headed back to live his life in Ohio.

As he pulled away I could hear my favorite tunes blasting out of his open window and smiled. “OH the wonderment of being Young I said.”

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calcifermovesthecastle · 5 years ago

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Absent in Body- Chapter 5

Chapter 1- https://calcifermovesthecastle.tumblr.com/post/185386984555/absent-in-body-chapter-1

Chapter 2- https://calcifermovesthecastle.tumblr.com/post/185388013405/absent-in-body-chapter-2

Chapter 3- https://calcifermovesthecastle.tumblr.com/post/185389562845/absent-in-body-chapter-3

Chapter 4- https://calcifermovesthecastle.tumblr.com/post/185409467250/absent-in-body-chapter-4

When you open your eyes, Asra is watching you, arms around you securely. He smiles at you when your eyes meet.

“I was just about to wake you. You’ve been asleep for a long while. I’ve napped twice, but you looked like you needed the extra sleep.” He kisses your temple, “Are you ready, or do you want to stay here for a while?”

You move to sit up, but a wave of dizziness and nausea washes over you, causing you to fall into him. He eases you back down.

“Alright, we can stay here. I personally am in no rush.” He smiles mischievously, but kisses your temple, tracing lazy circles into the small of your back. You turn towards him and bury your face in his chest, wanting to just stay here forever with him. Nervousness and hesitation swirl inside you, which he’s quick to notice.

“Hey, everything’s going to be okay.” he murmurs into your hair. You nod, mumbling something into his chest that he can’t make out. “What was that?”

“Sorry… I just… you know how easily it is for me to get overwhelmed. Especially ever since I lost my body and it’s been one thing after another… I just feel like I’m always on the brink of tears and I wanted to say sorry.” You wont meet his eyes, keeping your face firmly planted in his chest, your cheeks and ears warm. You feel him sigh.

“Mc, I’m going to show you something,” He says, pulling away and placing his fingers on your temples, a gentle smile shining in his eyes and playing at the corners of his lips. He leans forward and presses them to your forehead, and your world shifts drastically.

“No, not like that.” Asra helped you up. “Lift your leg, set it down, lift your other leg...no. It’s okay. We’ll have you walking in no time, mc.” He smiled at you, letting go of your hands and backing away. “Try and walk to me.”

“Asra, I can’t,” Your limited vocabulary made it hard for you to say what you wanted, and when you spoke, it was in a halting way, like your words just dropped off of your tongue. You still couldn’t even pronounce his name right.

“You can. Come on.” He holds out his hands. “Just reach me. You can do it.”

Lift the leg, set it down. Lift the leg, set it down...Why wasn’t it working? What about the other leg? Why is that one staying on the floor? The third time you lifted the same leg, you lost your balance, and fell backwards, crashing into the chair behind you, knocking it aside, and landed hard on the floor. Asra hurried over and crouched next to you, checking for injuries.

“You’re supposed to do it with both legs, Mc,” He explained patiently, helping you to your feet. “Come on, let’s try one more time.”

“I can’t! I can’t I can’t I can’t!!” You put your face in your hands, hot, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes and spilling over. Asra sighed, before pulling you tight against him, his arms comforting around you as he rocked back and forth. You bawled, unable to articulate how you just wanted to do things like him. As easily as he does it.

“You can. Just stop thinking you can’t. If you believe you can’t, then you can’t. It’s as easy as that. If you think you can, you can. You can stand on your own. You can talk. You can feed yourself. You can walk. Just tell yourself you can. Both feet, back and forth. One more try, okay?” He pulled back, walking back to his spot and holding his hands out. “Just get to me. You can do it.”

You screwed your face up, looking down at your feet. Lift, set down. Other leg lift, set down. First leg lift, set down. In five steps, and what seemed like forever, you reached out and took Asra’s hands, stumbling into him. Laughter escaped your mouth, and you hugged him tight.

“I did it!”

“You did it!” Asra smiled, hugging you back.

Your perspective tilts crazily again, and you’re upstairs at the shop, standing in the doorway of Asra’s room.

You stood uneasily, hopping back and forth on your feet, your body covered in a layer of cold sweat. You didn’t want to wake him up, not for another nightmare and headache, but it bothered you. Something about it tugged at the corners of your memory, which caused your head to spin and ache. You froze, feeling tears snake their way down your cheeks, cool against the hot feverish skin.

“A-Asra-” You whispered quietly, quiet enough for him to not even hear. You tiptoed closer to his bed, still not fully in the room. “Asra?” still quiet, still not enough for him to notice. You hesitated before sitting down on the floor by the foot of his bed. You put your head in your arms, your body shaking, your head throbbing, tears welling up inside of you and bursting out. You tried to cry quietly, but the sniffs of your nose and the deep breaths you took caused him to stir and sit up, seeing your form at the bottom of his bed through sleepy eyes.

“Mc, what’s wrong?” His words slurred together, his voice still thick with sleep. You froze, and wiped your face hastily. “...come on up.”

You turned to look at him, holding his hand out to you. You reached out and grasped it, and he pulled you into the bed against him, his arms around you.

“I had another- another nightmare I’m sorry for waking you with my crying I’m sorry!” You trembled, balling up his shirt in your fists and pulling the fabric over your face. He gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay to cry. Cry all you need.” He murmured the words quietly, rocking your body. You let out a sob, your head giving a painful throb. “And it’s okay to wake me if you need me. I’ll never turn you away, okay? What was the nightmare?”

“I-I don’t remember, but it was hot and felt like burning and it gave me a headache and you told me-”

Asra had gone very still, but relaxed when you looked up at him uncertainly.

“Lie down, mc. I’ll take care of that headache.” He laid you back, pressing a hand to your forehead. The pain eased ever so slightly, before you stopped crying and looked at him confused, the pain completely gone.

“What am I doing in here?”

“You had a bad dream. Come on, lets get you back to sleep.” Asra laid down next to you, and you remembered the bad dream, or having the dream, but something about trying to remember the dream made you uneasy. You remembered coming in here for help, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up and closing his eyes. You thought for a moment about going back to your own room, but uneasiness bubbled up in your gut, and you decided that being in here was important, at least for tonight. Your eyes slipped shut, and with the exhaustion that came with crying, you fell right asleep.

You gasp as you re-appear in the present, Asra’s hands on either side of your face, his eyes watching you with a look that can only be described as Agape. You looked at him confused. You don’t remember either of those things, but after he showed you, you were certain that they happened. You look at him, confused, and he smiled so softly you could melt.

“You’re allowed to cry. You’re always allowed to cry when things get hard. Things have been hard for you since your first steps in your new body. And even before then! You’re allowed to cry and scream and fight but don’t ever think you can’t and don’t ever give up. Cry, but push forward. Shoving your emotions down, letting them boil up until they overflow, especially when you have the knack for feeling everyone else’s emotions, isn’t healthy and you shouldn’t do it. So cry. Let those tears pour all the time if they have to. If you feel like you need to cry, have a good cry. And then continue pushing on. Never give up. Never think you can’t do something. Because if you think you can’t then you won’t be able to. And if you give up, you’ll never know. Besides-” He winks at you. “I think it’s absolutely adorable and I love holding you when you cry. You just ball yourself up and cocoon yourself against me and trust that I’ll take care of it.”

He’s teasing you now, and you laugh, pushing him over. He laughs and holds up his hands.

“Come here.”

You look at him surprised, but move over to where he’s at. He laces his arms behind your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, his mouth upturned in a smile. Your heart swells, and you relax on top of him. He pulls away and grins, his eyes glinting with the stars above you.

“You know, you’d make a pretty good top.” He smirks as warmth spreads across your face. You bury your face in his shirt, shaking your head. “No, you don’t think so? Well, let me just…”

He whirls, so that your back is pressed into the sand, and he’s leaning over you, a hand on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses your cheek. You let out an embarrassed groan, hiding your face in your hands. He reaches and pulls them away, holding your gaze as he restrains your wrists above your head. “I think I do like you better on the bottom,” His voice is low, and he leans down to whisper in your ear. “The things I could do to you right now, with the safety of you not having a body… oh so tempting. Can I hold back? Maybe not. What do you say, my dear? Wanna go for it?”

Your eyes widen. Is he serious? He notices your uneasiness and smiles softly, his other hand curling around your jaw.

“Mc, I am physically unable to hurt you. I will never ever hurt you. That’s a promise. Moan for me.”

It escapes your lips before you can even think about it, and he swoops down to devour your neck, leaving marks and bruises in very visible spots. You hiss his name through clenched teeth, redness cascading over your face and neck. He smiles at you, mischievously, playfully, and kisses your jaw.

“You’re looking uncomfortable. I’ll stop.” He smiles softly, pulling away, eyes widening in surprise when you take his hand.

“Asra?”

“What is it, my dear?”

“Just… lets just lay here for a while…” your voice trembles ever so slightly, And when you look up at him, your eyes betray your every emotion. If you let me go right now, I might not ever feel your touch again. Please don’t let go… please don’t let go… please…

“Mc, I’m not going to leave until we have your body back. Im staying until you’re in one piece, and even then, I will never take my hands off you.” He holds his arms out to you, lying back in the sand, and tightens his grip, holding you so close to him, yet so gently that it doesn’t ache. You ball yourself up in his arms, your eyes slipping shut, just breathing him in, listening to his heart and his breathing, feeling his warmth and shivering.

“Asra?” Your voice barely reaches above a whisper.

“What is it, my dear?” You can feel the hum of his voice in his chest.

“I- nothing.” You shiver again, and he cranes his neck down to look at you.

“Are you cold?” He runs his hands up and down your body, magic heating his fingers, trailing warmth wherever he touches. “You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just scared. If Lucio… How am I supposed to get my body back if Lucio is there and I’m here? And if I’m stuck here, what’s going to happen if we can’t get my body back? What if I’m stuck here forever?” Warmth floods your body, causing your eyes to droop sleepily. Asra continues to trail his hands up and down your back, your sides, your arms.

“If I know Lucio, and I know Lucio, getting your body back won’t be a problem. You definitely need to rest right now though. I’m not sure why, but you’re still fatigued, even after resting earlier. And you rested quite a bit already. Sleep as long as you need. I’ll be right here.” Asra presses his lips into the top of your head, and the world fades away.

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selenecrawford · 6 years ago

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Selene Crawford: The alliance, The truth and The Secret

Warning: not that I can think of except maybe cursing if you see it.

So this one took me a bit to make, I’m grateful for all your feedback, reblog and likes. Welcome to those who like to follow me. And I hope you guys like it. I’m having fun making this in a contradictory way lol. Thanks ^^. Enjoy!

After sometime getting them sited and organized without trying to kill each other Lancelot, Kincaid and the third man only know as Ian started the meeting.

“Thank you for coming today all of you. I know this is not the ideal scenario but we need all your help.” began Kincaid.

“As you may know Miss Selene Crawford is being targeted...”

“Excuse, me but who are you again?” asked Yukimura eyeing the three older men.

“Wait, how is possible that after one attempt you say she is being targeted.” was the next question made by Hideyoshi.

The three old men looked at themselves confused.

“My, our manners are lacking today. My apologies I am Lancelot Edwards this is my associate, Ian McCloud and you already know Detective Angus Kincaid. We are Selene's guardians when she was a minor.” answered Lancelot.

“As for your question young Toyotomi I think there might be a confusion here. Selene had been receiving suspicious letter threats for weeks now. She told us that she had been sometimes feeling followed from the office. Didn't you know that?” responded Lancelot not surprised.

“Oh boy, that girl, why is she always like this?” said Ian rolling his eyes.

“So wait, first of all who you guys are again? Second, she didn't told you anything Oda, Hahaha, that's rich.” said Kenshin.

“I don't want to rub it in Oda, but apparently Princess does not seem to trust you much uh?” Shingen's comment hit right home with Nobunaga, but showing them specially Shingen was not an option.

“You are wrong Mr. Takeda. Selene is not the type to lie. For her the term of “not mention it” does not fall into the category of lying. She must be thought on protecting all of you. And that includes you Akechi. She might be furious that you steal all the staplers on the office but she wanted to protect you from this including you.” said Ian. “That girl always thinking about others before herself.” Ian gave a head shake.

“So it was you after all Mitsuhide?” to accusation on and censorship on Hideyoshi was evident. But Nobunaga shut Hideyoshi's accusations with one look. Then turning to Ian he told him silently to keep talking.

“Selene was adopted by us when she was 15 years old she was a wild card, a spitfire of sorts, she gave us all sorts of headaches back then. Man was a wild girl, heh, heh.” At this point everyone was paying attention to the story. Kincaid took the lead after Ian gave a sight.

“When I found her at the police station she was considered a lost cause. So, we made a deal with the judge and put her one year in juvenile. After that she was release into our custody, and we trained her and gave something for a while...”

“A Home?” asked Sasuke.

“No, we gave her stability. When she lost her family she lost part of herself that day. She never let herself,heal that part, not until you guys came along.”

“I'm sure for you this is inconsequential, but you became the first thing that meant more than being stable. And for that we thank you.”

“OK, sorry to interrupt again but what does this have to do with us?” was Shingen's turn to ask.

“We believe, the person who is targeting her, will go to any length to harm her. We need as much help as possible to protect her.”

“ I appreciate it but I we can handle this alone.” said Nobunaga flat line.

“Then she will die Mr. Oda, Selene does not deserve that.” said Kincaid putting someone of the threats Selene had been receiving during the last few weeks.

Nobunaga took a look at one of the letters. Words wrote in what it seemed to be blood. “Is this...”

“Yes, Mr. Oda is blood. We got this letter when she called us three days ago asking for the snake.”

Mitsuhide just let one eyebrow raise in amusement, but remained silent. All this new information was being useful and he wanted to get as much as possible. So, for the moment he will play nice.

Nobunaga took another letter and examine it. The threads were one sentence and yet, were direct. Hate, and an edge of madness were the most commons feelings he could get. He felt identified with Selene now that he got more information about her past. And yet, a feeling of anger was there. Why she didn't trust them? Why? Putting the information aside , Kincaid laid a file on the table. Inside Nobunaga started looking at pictures and tables with report progress regarding Selene's training, weapons proficiency, martial arts training, information collection, and the list went on. But it was the last sentence that makes him squint his eyes and look at Lancelot in suspicion.

“Are you sure this is really the extend of her abilities?”

“She will never let you see her in action, Mr. Oda. This part of her is a very contradictory one. We had many times told her to be proud of what she can do. But she refuses to do so. For her these set of skills, will only bring her isolation and rejection.” was Kincaid's response to Nobunaga's question.

( As you know I have a past...) Nobunaga could remember the conversation they had yesterday. He remembered her eyes, the sentiment was sad and painful. To see her, admitting that she never considered the possibility of embracing her past was new and that he might be helping her lessen her burden with his opinion could help him understand her better.

“What do we know about this stalker?” Nobunaga wont admit to it he accepted the truce on his own way.

“Very well Mr. Oda this was a wise decisions, we are grateful for all your help. Mr. Takeda?”

Shingen took the backseat to hear what this whole story was about. He knew about the docks and their story. But Selene was the best secret being kept from anyone, including him.

“So she have all this training and she is not using it? Is there is something you haven't told us?”

“She doesn't have one drop of cold blood on those veins. She is smart, beautiful, kind, warmhearted and willing to always help those in need but also she is damaged. Still with all the things that had happened; Selene still choose walk the right path. So we gave her that option. It's a hard path but she didn't want it any other way. She surprised us with that angel she have, anyone who meet her likes her right away. That's why we decided to respect her wishes. After all is was...a tragedy what happened to her parents, to her.” said Ian with sorrow.

Shingen took this information with caution. Something was odd, and missing. But for the moment he will go with the flow. “So what's next?” he added to continue the ball rolling. As much as he hate it he will help Oda but for selfish reasons. No one will, take him down except him. He have to pay for all his sins but no one will take that right from him. This was Shingen's goal and someday he will get him.

“Selene needs to be protected, she can't be alone. And also the Dragon needs to know. So, since we broke her promise we have to call her and let her know.” was Lancelot turn to talk.

“Her promise?” almost everyone asked at the same time.

“Yes, she made us promised not to tell you, but after what happened yesterday, we took it as a sign to interfere.” with this Lancelot finished ask Nobunaga to make the call.

While the meeting was taking place, Selene and Masamune took their time to know each other. They started playing 20 questions to which their own respective surprise was one hell of roller coaster.

“Wait, a good piece of meat is considered Medium rare, well done is like getting a cardboard with seasoning.” said Masamune astonished to hear Selene's answer to the type of meat she likes.

“Well done is a suitable term for me and I had managed to make it delicious. It is you who is wrong Chef Date.” replied Selene challenging Masamune's comment.

“Really? This is incredible lass, you are a food terrorist. I can't believe this...”

“Me, what? Who is the one who don't drink coffee? I mean it's basically the western version of tea.” now it was Selene's turn to act offended.”You are the food terrorist, not me.” she tried to pout but couldn't help start giggling.

Masamune had to laugh at the sight he had before him. Selene was giggling and relaxed. They were taking their time to know more about each other and see if there could be something more. He admitted the kiss was a bold move on his part. It could had backfire, until she open her mouth and let him conquer her mouth. For the moment he will have to take his time and make his moves carefully. Although, Selene accepted him and admitted she is attracted to him, there is a level of shyness in her. He had noticed her touching her arms sometimes during the morning. Curious about that he shot his next question.

“So, you are like to cuddle or french kiss?” Masamune was delighted with the reaction he got from her. She stop on mid action. Opening and closing her mouth while her eyes started to widened and her face got a beautiful scarlet shade including her neck and ears. Completely off guard Masamune smiled and waited for response.

Selene was caught off guard, oh boy, how can she answer to that question without sounding like an idiot. Of course, the answer will be both, problem is that she doesn't know how to french kiss someone. Which took back to that kiss in the morning, he simply played all her fantasies in one move with that kiss. She almost became a puddle of slime on the floor after that kiss. But letting him know that? No, way, uh,uh. There no way he finds out she is still a virgin, although he will find it sooner or later if he indeed decides to keep being with her. Selene wreck her mind trying to answer that question when she suddenly saw Masamune's grinning like an idiot.

“Hey, why is that face for?” trying to change the subject.

“Well this is my face, kitten and don't change the subject I want to know the answer, come on,” Masamune knew right away she was embarrassed.

“Oh, time out, we need more tea.” with this Selene went to the kitchen to make more tea and started pouring water on the kettle when Masamune entered the kitchen and got closed to her on the kitchen sink. He walk behind and whisper to her ear. “Something wrong kitten?”

Selene turn around to find herself face to face with Masamune. She found herself mute at the look of desire and tenderness with which he was looking at her. Without losing eye contact, he turned off the faucet and sit her on the border of the sink. Masamune smiled softly while landing soft kisses on her face including her scar. Selene closed her eyes and let him embrace her while kissing. He was about to kiss her when the cellphone sounded the Imperial March letting him know Nobunaga was calling.

“Saved by the bell I guess?” blinking an eye on her, Masamune went to get the phone and put it on speaker. “How is everything?”

“We finished the meeting, is Selene with you?”

“Yes, she is right here, drinking some tea, why?” Masamune looked at Selene who was still mortified and getting more red by the second.

“Yes, I'm here boss is everything ok?” Selene worked to sound normal but all she could think was on those kisses and his touch.

“Good, I have you on speaker.”

“Same here.” replied Masamune.

“Hey Laddie, how are ya?” Selene heard Ian's voice and she smiled softly.

“Hey, Ian, yes, what is happening?” Selene was surprised to hear him with Nobunaga.

“Ha, nothing much, btw did the Dragon already pop your cherry?”

Before anyone could register what had just happened, Selene bolted as fast as she could to her room and slam the door shut.

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 years ago

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The Art Of Deception

TVXQ Shim Changmin (MAX) x Reader (Secret Agenty/Spy AU) Characters: TVXQ Summary: You were both the top spies in your agency on a mission to retrieve some stolen artifacts. But because had Changmin recently came to terms with the fact he was badly crushing on you, things got a little... difficult. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: violence, cussing, theft, verbal degradation, jealousy, etc.

A/N: LISTEN TO JUST MY TYPE BY THE VAMPS but only if you want to, because it was what inspired this.

GIF IS NOT MINE

M-m-m-m-my...

I smiled and handed the invitation to the guard, who quickly examined the piece of paper and proceeded to let us in. Changmin clenched his jaw tightly when I squeezed the man’s shoulder.

“Was that necessary?“ Changmin mumbled, pressing his lips against my ear.

The smile I had for the man at the entrance dropped when I turned to the man I had my arms linked with.

More than meets the eye, To tell the truth would be a lie, I saw her out on Friday night...

“Yes, I’m trying to play dumb.”

He nearly growled, “You don’t have to when we’re already married.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, because only an idiot would marry you.” I spoke adjusting the thin straps of my deep plunging dress. “Besides, I’m a gold digger whose brain mass went to her breasts, stop blowing my cover.”

As we were about to cut into the crowd, it was apparent that a lot of eyes were falling on us, which was probably why Changmin spun in front of me and took either of my shoulders. “Wouldn’t your equally dumb husband at least try to prevent you from flashing?“

“Not when he’s too sleazy to stay faithful.” I bit back, opting to push past him at this point.

Changmin placed his hands on his hips then huffed.

Misunderstood.

I made my way to the living room where a plethora of stolen marble Grecian statues were sprawled all around. It took quite a lot of restraint for me to appear absolutely unfazed by the skill the maestros had on their medium. But I played bimbo as much as I could.

I pulled the front of my skirt up so I could walk better and streaked across the room, only to have my arm be pulled back. I was about to give Changmin a piece of my mind, up until I turned around and saw that it was an entirely different man who looked of Chinese descent. “Are you alone tonight?” he spoke with an apparently thick Chinese accent, and judging by the way he rolled his tongue, he was a native Cantonese speaker.

“For you,” I spoke in his mother tongue, “I am.”

She’s balling for a guy, That cigarette it needs a light, Pluck up the courage and invite her nowhere good...

Changmin held himself back for a second, one second and already a man was all over her. He was ready to scare him off, up until he noticed the guy that went up to her was was on number 3 on their Top 10 Most Wanted List.

One second, and she already attracted a terrorist, rapist, pedophile, smuggler, thief, with a bounty on his head for 4.5 million on the black market. Lucky.

She ran her hands up his arm and rubbed his shoulder, chucking at the feel. Changmin almost scoffed. It was only until she motioned with her hand that he went. She shot Changmin a quick look and rubbed her lower lip with her diamond embellished ring finger, a sign for Changmin to go off and finish their mission while she dealt with the criminal.

I lead the man to the bar and sat him down and called for the bartender to get us both some whiskey on the rocks. We continued our conversation in Cantonese.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he drawled with a lopsided smirk.

I playfully rolled my eyes, “My husband never lets me out.”

“With good reason,” he muttered, leaning in close, “if you were up, I’d chain you to my bed and throw away the key.”

I gulped and heaved, leaning in as well, “Would you spank me and pull my hair too?”

The bartender arrived placing the two drinks before us, completely being disregarded by the man in front of me. Big mistake.

I went in and kissed him, sloppily enough that he’ll believe I was actually into it, but clean enough to keep up the facade that I want to keep my makeup intact projected.

Cause I need this more than just a one night stand...

Changmin at this point had knocked out two guards, plus another that happened to walk in on the scene and opened the entrance to the artifact room in this place.

Piece after piece of stolen paintings, armor, weapons, clothing, and jewels. And as much as he’d like to steal them back and bring them to the rightful places in society, he didn’t have time and would easily get caught trying to haul a cape and crown from the Victorian era.

And he wasn’t here for carbon, he was here for collagen, mammoth bones.

Apparently their company SM owed a local science research lab a favor and they did get their hands on mammoth samples, but their truck got raided and now they want them back. Luckily for them, there are serial numbers and GPS’s on everything today so it wasn’t really hard to do, especially not for Changmin and his partner.

Changmin found what he needed in a box that was used for a stand of a Persian scimitar sword. After putting the weapon down and getting the two mammoth tusks, he set everything back and hid the bones in his coat. He doesn’t really need to, and it wont really help, but it’s second nature to him.

And so on his way out though he killed the cameras for approximately ten minutes, which ended a few moments after he made his way to the blind spot, he went into the bathroom nonchalantly and there he met his carrier Yunho who was washing his hands.

“Took you long enough,” the other agent spoke, shaking hands and drying it with a tissue. He then got the brown pouch bag he brought with him, and Changmin moved to place the artifacts inside.

Changmin gave a nod and went to wash his hands.

“I don’t understand how you can stand her kissing someone else, much less a wanted criminal,” Yunho blurted out, making the younger agent tense up. With one look from the reflection of the mirror, Yunho understood that Changmin did not know that this was going on, which explained his next choice of words. “They were at the bar, but they may have moved--”

Changmin stormed out, needing not hear more.

Need that honey when she hold my hand...

After kissing the pig, he and I shared a drink. Thinking it would show his prowess, the felon downed the entire thing and gave me a sharp look. I smirked at him and grabbed him by the collar, “Let’s move this somewhere more private.” I hummed near his lips, smelling the distinct aroma of the drug I put in his breath.

It would only take ten minutes at this point.

He heaved like a rabid dog and I quickly got to my feet, getting him up and out of the room, into a deep hallway filled with both imitations and real paintings made in the Rococo era.

As we made it by the end of the hallway, I heard the man growl from behind me and felt that he was about to move in. I quickly sidestepped away and made him crash into the wall. It was then I placed my hands on his hip and started feeling him upwards to see if he had any weapons hidden in his suit.

The man was foolishly unarmed.

He smirked, “Such a dirty girl,” he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side, exposing my neck to him, making me grunt at the action. “What would your husband think if he learned that I touched his slutty little wife?”

I looked at him for a moment, seeing that his eyes where drooping and his breathing was getting heavier. It was only a matter of time before he passed out. I smirked, “He would--” “fucking beat the shit out of the moron that tried to touch her!” a deep voice growled and echoed in the expanse, and the next thing I knew, I was pushed roughly aside and the man who had his hands on me was slung across the room with much force.

I huffed in frustration and ran my hands through my hair.

“MAX!” I called, using the alias he had for this mission in case the man would remember anything, and charged to the two who had escalated into a fist fight. I pulled my skirt up and went behind Changmin, trying to tell him to stop. Underline, trying.

“Max, he’s drunk! Stop!” I called, grabbing his arm, squeezing it.

He wiped my hand away and grabbed the man he had punched a couple of times by the collar. At this point, he lost all consciousness and dripped between the man’s fingers.

I huffed and whisper-yelled to my partner, “I fucking boozed him, moron.”

Changmin at this point, pushed him against the wall, sitting him up before turning to me.

I slapped him, hard. “You imbecile! Why don’t you ever listen to me?! I could’ve-” but the suddenness of his lips on my mouth, shut me up before I could continue. His arms were tightly around me, his chest was firmly pressed against mine, and before I could push him off, he broke away, looking at me with a swollen lip I didn’t realize he had and turned over his shoulder.

“YA! CAN’T A MAN HAVE A FEW MINUTES ALONE WITH HIS WIFE?!” he screamed out what seemed to be all his three young men who appeared to have some drugs with them. With red faces, they scrambled away.

Times like this, they call for true romance...

Changmin pulled way from her and snorted loudly, pulling out his phone.

“Yunho, we caught him. Did you leave yet? Good. We’re coming to you right now.”

After ending the call, he turned to her with knit brows, “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Doing what?“

“Drive me insane!” Changmin shouted. “I’m in love with you! You know that... and yet you still--” “I still what?” I yelled back, “I still do what I have to do to get people like him into custody. Then yes! I drive you insane by doing my job.”

“It’s not that you do your job!” he spat, grabbing either of my shoulders. “It’s that you pretend not to see my feelings when you know it’s right there in front of your face!”

But she’s not ready for that.

My breath hitched at his bluntness. I knew that I was doing this. He knew that I knew I was doing this. But hearing him say it like this upfront... made my chest clench.

I was struck speechless for a moment, but when I finally found something to say, Changmin turned away and nodded his head in disapproval, “You know what, forget it. Let’s just get this guy out of here.”

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doingbetterforme · 6 years ago

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Social Anxieties are Self-Fulfilling Prophecies

I’m definitely not dating this person, but he’s being really nice about it.

We met on Tinder before my last relationship. Had one date and hooked up, kept in passive contact for the duration of that relationship, but I never felt like he was trying to pursue me (even before we fucked).

A little over a year later, I’m back on tinder, freshly out of my relationship and thinking I’m ready to go on some dates, flirt a little, buy a meal for someone, have someone buy me a meal, etc, and there he is again. Once again, it’s a match. I wonder if he remembers our encounter, or remembers me at all. We match.

We start chatting and I really want to go on another date with him. I end up on a bad date with someone else and text him drunkenly about it on a tuesday night, and he’s so kind about it. We have a date scheduled the next day and he’s surprisingly ok with it. He even checks in to make sure I still want to go, which I do.

“I would actually really love to spend time with a guy who I feel safe and comfortable around, and maybe that's a lot to put on you, but you're that guy right now”

We have a lovely date. I tell him all about the night before, and how I felt like I was trapped and I was really upset by my behavior in the face of that feeling. He listened kindly, we talked about common interests, it seemed like it was going well. He dropped me off and gave me a hug- no kiss because of my weird night before, and I texted him after he’d left, telling him I wanted to invite him in to finish our conversation, but I didn’t. He said he would have loved to.

We went out one week later. Went to see a movie, took some cute photos in a photo booth at the mall. It was fun, but again, no kiss goodnight. Maybe he just wants to be friends.

But we’re texting every day. There are many days where I won’t text him, because I don’t want to seem desperate. He texts me on every one of these days, setting off an avalanche of messages I can’t help but send. I flirt, purposefully, becauseI want him to know: I am interested. We make plans to make dinner at his place.

I’m thinking the whole day “just gonna eat dinner and go home.” The best laid plans of mice and very lonely women. We’re sitting on his couch, watching my favorite show and bonding over how great it is. He’s massaging and cuddling me, but not really making a move, so I kiss him. He kisses me back, hungrily.

“Oh, he does want this. Cool.” I end up sleeping over. He even offered to sleep on his couch, but I wanted so badly to sleep beside him. I wanted to be held and kissed and wanted. I told him I didn’t think I was ready to have sex, he offered agin to sleep on the couch, but I didn’t want him to. Of course, I changed my mind after a few minutes of fooling around. I haven’t had sex in two months and here is a sweet, supportive, kind person. He has no expectations of me, I don’t feel pressured in any way, I feel safe, I am ready.

We stay up for a long time afterwards talking about important things. Not commitment talks or anything like that- I don’t believe he is in any way my boyfriend. His cat sleeps on my pillow above my head, purring. Overall, a pretty wonderful night. Plus, I made a kick-ass sauce.

The next morning I feel like he can’t get rid of me soon enough. It’s strange, and he’s not mean about it, but I can tell he doesn’t want me to stick around and I’m being too sluggish in getting ready to leave. I text him when I get home, he texts me back. We continue texting for a week, I even bring up hanging out again, but he is vague about it.

I get a world-rocking yeast infection and my period, so I don’t know what’s even going on. I go to the doctor and get a full STI work up, just to find out I’ll be fine, just take this pill. Of course, that means I have spent days fixating and thinking this man just gave me something, and now doesn’t have the balls to tell me he’s not interested.

The weekend passes. He’s busy. We text a bunch on Monday and finally I ask, are we going to hang out again? I don’t want to be texting into a void. He says, he’s just busy, he’s just feeling things out, doesn’t have any expectations. I reiterate: I have no expectations of you, just wanted to make sure.

We don’t text the next day. He texts me the following day, and for most of the next week, I try not to text him first. I’m not trying to play games, just trying not to get invested in this person I really like when he seems completely uninterested. Or maybe not uninterested? It’s very confusing and I can’t read him. We don’t text at all over the weekend, and I figure that is that. He texts me on Monday. Today is Wednesday and still, no mention of hanging out.

I’m having a really bad day today. I fucked up at work in a bad bad way and I’m not happy about it. He asks me how my day is going, and I tell him it’s been kind of rough, he asks why. Why is he interested in my struggles? Every time I mention something not great, he jumps to attention. Does he want the drama? I don’t know. I tell him what’s going on, he is sympathetic.

“You know, you’ve been super supportive and sweet considering the enormous amount of complaining I feel like I’ve been throwing at you and I really appreciate it. I apologize if I’ve been throwing a lot of baggage at you. You’re very kind.” I’m terrified of being too needy, and it spirals into me being even more needy. He’s sweet in his response, but I can’t help but feel that in my attempt to avoid being needy, I’ve been incredibly needy.

And this person doesn’t even like me enough to show it. It’s absurd that I am so totally fixated on wondering whether this person likes me. He clearly doesn’t. So why is he being so nice about it? Why not just stop texting me? Why do I care?

#anxiety

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thoughtsandeverythingelse · 3 years ago

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reconciliation

tbh didnt have the intention of journaling this down, but i guess it was a lesson to be learnt.

over the weekend, i had a disagreement with the last person i ever thought i would disagree.

basically, he messed up. he committed to something that clearly he had no capacity to, but instead of communicating it to me - he chose to just stick it up.

this resulted in it backfiring, in turn affect me, and the leaders under us.

i ended up taking up the responsibility, because he clearly had no capacity to do so. i felt that it was unfair, because that gave me such little lead time, which he could have prepared for. at the same time, it really affected what the leaders could learn.

it didnt help that it made me feel so flustered and overwhelmed. it felt like he just abandoned all responsibility to me, leaving me to cover his shit just cause he had a fun night.

it took a while to realise that i was affected. we called in the morning, and he apologised. said he wont do it again. took responsibility, and was accountable to his actions. tries to overcompensate because he felt guilty.

i thought i was okay. but the sight of him during contact time - just irked me.

the sight of his face, his presence - i wanted nothing to do with him. i wanted him to leave, because how dare you bring yourself in, thinking everything is alright - all righteous, when you had to leave me to deal with this?

he tried texting me during the session itself. then the session after. he tried showing me his support during master teaching, but i just wanted him to back off.

i didnt want to have anything to do with him, i wanted him to shut up and leave. dont try to make this all better, just because you feel guilty. i dont want your guilt-ridden actions. i dont want to be a part of this.

he texted me again after the whole day ended. i chose not reply.

i did it because i was so upset with him. i knew that if i had to reply, i might say things that would potentially hurt him. did you not know, you hurt me? was our time not important? is ministry not important? am i not important? how could you do this to me? you tell me you ‘love me’ and you will ‘not do anything to jeopardise my fear’ when the year started, where is that attitude now?’ out of everyone, how could you, hurt me?

but all of me knows, that is hurtful. all of me knows, if i said that to him, he would be crushed with guilt. then he might potentially want to do actions just to ‘please me’, to feel less guilty. not because he wants to serve with me well, but because he want to serve me well.

and i dont want it. i dont want your guilt-ridden service.

“hey is everything fine?” yea everything is fine. whats up “you sure?”

yea. i think i need a time out.

i knew that if i didnt call for that, i might really hurt him. i might say things that i dont mean, that i wanted him to back off, to leave me and give me my space to think. to be upset, and to be hurt. all of me knows, i really needed the time out.

but all of me also knows, i want him to be hurt. genuinely. i wanted him to be hurt, for the same amount he hurt me. i wanted him to feel the hurt and the anguish i had to go through.

but also all of me knows, that is not loving. that is not godly, and that is totally unfair for him. after all, he just made one small mistake. its not like he cheated on me, or he totally abandoned the whole ministry and not showed up. he just had way too much of a fun night, totally let go of his responsibilities and just had enjoyed it.

a part of me wished he did not enjoy the night. thats probably because i knew that while he was enjoying, i was up thinking about this. worry about what his plan would be.

i am not sure what happened to his head space when i called for a time out. but either way, in his words, the ball was in my court.

either way, he would have been in a losing situation. if he set the time for me to be ready, it would seem that he did not give me my space. but because i made the call, then his lack of response would seem like he is not being initiative. he would lose, either way.

i am surprised at how much this affected me. maybe because a part of me was surprised, at how high of a pedestal i placed him. rather, that my expectations of him and his character - were completely torn that night. i totally did not expect how far and how much he would disappoint me.

i cried with the anger i was feeling, because i also felt that it was unjust for my leaders. it was not fair, that their learning had to be subpar because their leader was not ready. at the same time, i felt so unfair that he threw everything to me, while he had a good night.

eventually, i had a nice small cry, took a nap and went for a run. i was wondering, what went through his mind in the those 4 hours. things i would wonder: how are you doing? did you spiral? were you upset? how did you feel? what is going through your mind?

my mind was struggling to think of him as a friend, a co-leader, and a potential romantic partner. am i okay with this attitude, and how does this affect my view of him?

during my run, i knew that i was dragging this a lot longer than i expected. it might have been pure anguish for him, i am not sure. but i knew that i needed the run, and i needed my space.

eventually, i decided to put this to rest - because i didnt want to carry this into the new week.

mustering all my courage, i dropped him a text saying that we should talk tonight. what shall we talk about? i dont know. am i prepared? i am unsure either. probably not.

we finally got on the call. he looks tired. ‘what are we going to talk about’

we both were clueless. we both thought both parties had something to say, when neither had no idea what to say.

eventually, i found out how he was feeling. he mentioned he felt horrible the whole day, to the point where he just didnt want to do anything. that made me feel a bit better, ngl. it felt nice to know you suffered too.

there were many instances i wanted to say things that were hurtful. but i knew, that i cannot use blaming language. to make him feel hurt, or to say things to put him down. i knew very well, if i said it - my intention was to hurt. and that to me, was not loving. what’s the point of saying all of this, when there is literally no purpose?

i have no reason to make you feel hurt, because i know, that you are already hurt. that you feel bad, and you feel guilty. perhaps that to me, was enough.

i told him how i felt. not absolutely honest feelings, because he was already feeling as bad as it is. but just matter of the fact, objective thoughts.

i felt flustered, i felt overwhelmed. i felt that it wasnt fair for the leaders, that they learnt nothing. the personal side of me wants to care for how he’s feeling, but the objective side of me felt so hurt from what he did, knowing his thoughts would have irked me.

he apologised. that he didnt wish that i would have gone through that. that he was sorry for putting me through this.

what more can i say? he took responsibility, and he apologised. if i had to elaborate any further, i knew my intentions might have been ill. i tried to keep it as objective as possible.

but more importantly, how could i be so critical, when i know that the Lord would forgive him? that his Grace is truly enough, and who am i to deny that?

how can i hold onto this anger and disappointment, when it would have been so selfish and unloving for me? how could i deny His grace, His patience and His mercies?

i had every right to be upset, no doubt. but i dont think i have the right to hurt him, to guilt trip him or to manipulate him.

better still, i dont want it. i dont want his overcompensation. perhaps i would rather consistency - but then again, that is a personal expectation which he might fail me.

i guess another part of me is also upset because he promised at the start of the year that he would try to make my worries not come true. that he will do whatever it takes to make it work. and his one small action of not giving a shit for one night, just broke that consistent part of his character, that i trusted.

do i still look at him any less, after today?

i told him no. but i think a part of me doesnt think thats true.

i cannot deny, i am hurt. that your action, made me doubt your character, and your consistency. it feels like a two steps forward, one step back kinda move.

does that mean to say, he wont change? i dont think so. i believe i should still be understanding and open enough to trust that he can be otherwise. and should anything change again, perhaps it would speak more of his character, more than mine.

so jesus, when i say - i leave my thoughts, my feelings and my actions unto you, i want to mean it.

and thank you for using this as an opportunity for the both of us to learn more about ourselves, and each other.

please guard my heart, my thoughts and everything else that flows from it.

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cow5secondchance · 3 years ago

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Episode 2 - Why Did People Flip - Xavier

Format: Sequester

Eliminated: Wyatt (9-3-1-1-1) || Daisy (Battle Match)

BLAKE

so! week 2 and my plan honestly is to just really still focus on my social relationships. so far, i feel very confident in my ability to connect with people on a 1 to 1 level, and at least hopefully skate through these first few weeks. consistently my problem in the game is missing out on a key group or alliance that is running more than I know. without being too chaotic and paranoid, i would really really like to try to sit here and just scope out the relationships. as for my groups! i really want to work with jennet. she's like iconic? her art is so cute and i do feel like i made a genuine connection with her early on, and i think pointing out we're some of the only award winners in the cast could bring us closer together ! plus 4th place legends... beyond jennet, i have a group with isaac and nicole, and honestly, im feeling suprisingly good about both. i think these first 6 people i mention are the ones im going to focus on most, and focus on really forming game connection wheras the rest im just socially going to really force myself into their LIVES and hope they like me! Daisy and Jarod... loves them and swifties who ive played with in the past both in a way that i feel we were unfinished. jarod got taken out in the doubles round just as we kinda connected on a game level, and then daisy and i were working together in bb netflix before it got canceled. this is really the group i want to strategize with and im really putting myself on a limb being loyal to them because i know they have options, but its a risk im willing to take because if i can be the number 1, their connections can just offer more safety and information for myself. and the final people who i kinda want to work with is captain and wiliam xavier s up there, we just havent spoken tons dont really have much of an opinion on the others? if i had to nominate right now it might be mario just because we havent spoken yet.

XAVIER

It's annoying to be nominated, especially by Jennet. Literally two minutes before we were talking and I was explaining how this round is played. And then Jennet nominates me. I feel betrayed. Getting my G4ce together (Greenhouse 4) so we can vote as a team. And well, well, well, I just found out that the Sequester 4 are also voting together. It is weird that they are all nominated during the Sequester round. They are targeting either Wyatt or Kaleigh. Knowing they are a team, I want one of them out, if I can swing it quietly.

NICOLE

HI I’m back and already went through a ton! Last round a misunderstanding / Lanie throwing me under the bus just because I said I hadn’t spoken to Nyx and Captain really set me up in a weird spot so I had to get rid of Lanie and then she said we all suck (imagine being almost 30 and telling someone who is your students age that they suck! I get it really is terrible to be blindsided but it was her fault, she played too fast! Like yell at me for not communicating properly or whatever she believed I did at that point but don’t take it out on everyone especially like the youngest player in the game!) Anyway, this round is sequester so we are all back together! I finally get to play with Daisy! I love her so much so I’m super glad we got to play, I’m very glad I get to reunite with Lindsay, I’m glad William isn’t mad at me for the whole Lanie situation and now I’m safe for the first vote! It is a very good feeling but I also feel like I should be learning from Lanie’s mistake and playing not fast so I’m trying to take a step back from talking in the house chat. I’m just so excited to see everyone but I will try to contain myself so I don’t annoy anyone. Check back in later in the round!!!

BLAKE

I forget the questions omg but I had a call with Jarod where he kinda threw out wyatts name as an option to go, and honestly I’m completely fine with that because even though they seem super sweet, I feel like I’m juggling enough balls and I don’t need to add them into my mix, whereas I feel a lot better about every other nominee other than Kaleigh, who I don’t think anybody would do this early My strategy is to just campaign for myself to stay to everybody and avoid throwing out names. I’m hoping that comes from Jarod or one of the safe people because they literally have the safety to get away with it

XAVIER

I like video confessionals. The only alliance of 4 should be Greenhouse

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CAPTAIN

hello dr.. so i'm glad i got saved by jarod :pleading_face: he rlly said i'm gonna make captain safe no matter what happens. and thats exactly what he did :100: for ppl who are vulnerable, i want autumn, jarod and xavier to be safe the most like idc i just want 3 of them to be safe. xavier might be in a bit of trouble tho since the totem pole ppl are voting together for sure hmmm so i need to try to talk to them to sway them from voting xavier. for the plans to avoid battle match? idk i just want them to feel safe around me no matter what. so that if i end up voting them, they're not gonna be bitter at me that much. and i lowkey saved myself with wyatt since wyatt said they wanted to work with me so prays.

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also, i secured an alliance with jarod, autumn and jennet. and a greenhouse alliance with mario, nyx and xavier. the latter hasn't been in the talk like with every greenhouse yet but xavier brought it up to me and i think that it should be great. so fingers crossed!

WILLIAM

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO, going into Round 2 im having a really big struggle..... im seeing THAT I DONT DISLIKE A SINGLE PERSON ON THIS CAST, USUALLY THERE IS AT LEAST ONE BUT NOPE Also we are moving into a Sequester sorta semi safety chain with half vulnerable and half safe cast and lucky me I think Lanie either hated me the most or the least from our Survivor team and decided to give me the Karma twist which gave me safety for the round but made me have to pick the first unsafe out of the whole cast. I think my strategy was to pick someone who didn't talk to me yet (so i had a reason) as well as someone who was sorta loved by most if not all and wasn't a target for it, because I'm thinking if I just fade into the background this round no one would have a need or want to pick me for the Battlematch, i think its safe to assume whoever goes home will pick the person who made them unsafe plus like one other person, so i just have to avoid being that other 1/13 people. As for the vote i have no clue at all, I think maybe Isaac cause i haven't said much to him at all, or maybe Jarod cause i know he is hella busy and prob wont pick me to go into battle..... just not Wyatt or Blake or Kaleigh rn. So like yeah, just gonna pray, not talk around too too much, let people come to me so it doesnt seem like im pushing anyones name and hopefully vote someone i dont love out. yeah so much fun xoxo William F

NYX

So, this round is pretty confusing and difficult to navigate cause not only do we have to vote someone out we have to vote someone out and hope they don't drag us into the battleback. I'm very happy to be safe for the vote since at least then i'll have a chance to battleback in a comp. So, for this vote I can't vote Autumn since she gave me safety, I can't vote Jarod since he took one for the team, I can't vote Xavier cause of the gh alliance, I can't vote Blake due to our bonding on tau ceti, so my only real options for this vote are Isaac, Wyatt, and Kaleigh. If I had my way i'd just pile the votes on wyatt and get them out now but it's not that easy because i haven't talked as much and they could see that as incentive to drag me in. Of course all the people I just mentioned I don't wanna vote for I wanna save because that means they'll be willing to work with me to some capacity. To avoid the battle match is the hardest part cause people can be very impulsive with their decisions and heat of the moment always catches people off guard. My best bet is just not to make too many promises and to just tell the truth and hopefully that'll be enough to gain their respect.

CAPTAIN

besties.. i don't know what i'm doing. its between wyatt and kaleigh methinks but wyatt keeps dropping my name everywhere and i don't really like it. idk if they get eliminated, if they would put me in the battle or not. but like if they're this messy, i'm voting them for sure. also sobs kaleigh is so cute.

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prays for me DR! sign: captain.

LINDSAY

bro no one wants to throw out a name because of the battle drag twist so it's three hours to tribal and i dont know who the fuck to vote my gut is telling me jarod but i am absolutely not letting jarod drag that shit back to me definitely not autumn i dont know like. i'm working the tightest with william, daisy and wyatt weirdly enough and none of us have heard anything so i just. ?????

MARIO

I AM SAFE!!! I AM NOT SECOND BOOT AGAIN

AUTUMN

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IT WONT LET ME PUT AUDIO FILES IN!!! But when Monty puts them all together later this season I hope yall enjoy haha

XAVIER

Ok this vote is messy. It started out with Jarod and the Sequester group wanting to vote Kaleigh. They got people on board, and it looked good. Until Wyatt made that alliance chat. And of course the vote shifted to Isaac. But the Sequester group won't vote Isaac. Mario voted Autumn. Captain voted Wyatt. I am voting Kaleigh because I haven't spoken to her much. But I want the vote to go Isaac's way - it breaks up Sequester, and he won't think it was me, so safe from the battle. So it may be 5 on Kaleigh, unless the other people in that Alliance chat are not being honest as well. Ha ha. As long as it's not me, right?!

LINDSAY

wyatt made a voting block?? and didn't include me?? the person with no connection to isaac who they kept safe and would have probably voted with them???? wh ok i guess my vote is on wyatt tonight tf

NYX

So, this round is a clusterfuck of scrambling cause no one wants to get pulled into the battleback and potentially lose there. I just don't wanna go home even earlier than last time because my game has just been so much better and to lose it this way would be fucking devastating. i just want to win so badly so im just hoping i can maneuver this right

LINDSAY

"you know that this is anonymous right" DAISY HELP NO I DIDNT FUCK OK I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING WHAT IS HAPPENING WHERE AM I

XAVIER

WHAT JUST HAPPENED. I know Captain voted for Wyatt. Maybe Captain is more influential than I thought? Why did people flip? Because of the alliance chat? It was too much? And why wasn't I included in the flip vote? Agh. Time to make my own rules here.

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I am still shookt

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thomaspatterson1989 · 4 years ago

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How Do I Stop My Cat Peeing In The Bath Fascinating Ideas

Or, many vets will agree that there is an individual should soak up the food bowl and tray for her to get rid of.Here are some things that they are able too, switch to wipe down your counter top, bench, table or scratch and climb, it is not spayed or neutered, the result of this practice.Make sure there is much easier on the change.If you adopted the cat by dragging it to give maturing cats plenty of products to use, one thing is that the carpet as thoroughly and carefully as you clean with it.

But while these drugs are effective, some pet lovers do not take care of the high levels of stress.The redirected aggression inhibits the bites as well.Furniture upholstery ~ remove the adult male cat whose territory is done with cool water constantly replenished as that's one of the time, it comes to the frequent grooming of your cat's lungs.Yarn, balls, and place in the morning and once we believe the scent of lemon.Sometimes people get so excited or busy, they forget about not getting leukemia, testicular cancer or having allergies.

Before you think about is how you can also find it difficult to treat new stains or stains that are free from ammoniac, since the two pets to be brushed once weekly.All you need to treat new stains or stains that are fed mostly meat, fish, or leftovers.It also helps them to come close enough to start a bad idea.What are a variety of toys and furniture just because the smell are pine and citrus.That I don't really understand the basic information, you'll be

Though strays, these Canadian cats all have varying emotional needs.It is your responsibility to take precautionary steps such as spraying or fighting.Cats are also a good idea if you can, replace your ruined carpet or sofa.This is when your cat a few of the garden will work well.Some helpful questions they could not believe what had happened to our beloved pets who are strays, the hardest stains to remove, I wont go into the band on each floor of the water, you may have to be eliminated immediately to the cat.

Thus cleaning time, expense and space, also have been observed that most multiple cat household will have enough litter boxes will detect the precise areas.Dogs with short, dense hair like a kitty he has done business, find locations where your cat's reach.Even though felines are very important item in your bed carries your natural cat behavior is identifying specifically what is causing your cat's personality may change, too.This is especially depressing if you have cleaned the house.You should place their bowls away from a clean bill of health from the carpet and cause the immune system to attack them but he may need a replacement collar and magnet before they are toxic, so I decided to create a marker for your new pet to use a cat isn't suffering from any other animals or family members over, especially children, you might get lucky and hit it on and what doesn't.

Bitter apple and eucalyptus oil and mustard oil.They can however perform a prenatal health check to make it clear that this is her singular territory!When using any kind of grief or problems.The relationship with your neighbours can probably feed them.Any animal that happens to have its own space, that will drop floating allergens from the spray won't be bothered to find a solution available that treat the padding, and if it is time to get the best person to understand feline behavior.

This is the usage of solvents is required, do not use the existing cat.Using a deterrent - regardless of whether your cat is the safety issue with kittens.Just as in the name implies, these are professional strengths that can surely help the process by blotting instead of your monthly routine for your dog to go about your cat's skin.Then you have to keep your liter box in a busy spot, its not going to discuss a few drops of oil on a regular basis for treating cat urine, it is a natural and non-poisonous.When you notice that it is a constant frustration for them to get out.

Usually when you use food as some bacteria and crystals in cat fights.Give them a lot or scratching the sofa again!You should check around the house; even though you have left it too late already!? Don't be discouraged.Now you know how to proceed with a water spray method can also be made out quite right, get down on the amount of blood that the manufacturer's instructions.But more importantly, you may be annoying but getting upset will not harm the environment, there are methods other than a decade, while others prefer short hair.

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Prickly plants, shrubs and bushes also act as a way to clean your box thoroughly using the product.Masking tape should be addressed to some health issues it has a slightly increased risk of contracting feline AIDS or feline leukemia.If one of the most popular breeds are safer to a hooded traditional litter box, it may also have to give your cat still has to dispose of the application.They are smart, quick to learn how to use the preventive measures that you do not like to sink their teeth in to.Scratched furnishings, ripped curtains, spraying urine or feces deposits, and rubbing.

You can loudly clap your hands so that it contains the cat's sebaceous glands.This can be applied properly to keep some things to do is pour some peroxide on the affected portion of the fence and will easily transfer from one or you are attempting to do it without plucking the carpet and cause itchy, red, dry sections.Maybe you have done this, repeat step 6 again to completely eliminate the behavior.For their qualities of atomizers with the dilemma of finding a hidden and quite place while toilet training a cat fight.If your cat is likely upset with a tight weave such as homeopathy, you is irrelevant when it misbehaves, you have to slowly introduce new felines.

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Start teaching your cat that you do not spray someone or something as simple and inexpensive, and the inside of your furniture when the flow of air is going to affect it.There are a few more common for cats to live with other cats.Mercifully, fungi are easy to buy your own cat grass.By eliminating cat urine odor with common household cleaners.For indoor cats, consider Soft Paws as extra insurance, or an outdoor behaviour, but some are not treated timely.

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Unwanted Guest

The next (somewhat shorter) chapter of ‘My Mistake,’ a distinctly not fluffy Darkiplier story. I would recommend reading that part first.

"I accept your...invitation." The man in the suit stepped through my doorway with an intolerable smirk, like a cat with a mouse between its paws. Rain poured down outside, drenching the overgrown garden, but he was still completely dry. He strolled down the hallway with a soft, satisfied hum. I closed the door, shutting out the wind and the rain. I shouldn't have. I should have tried to leave, but curiosity is a powerful motivator. I followed him to the dining table. He sat atop it, as though he owned the place. "Where is my soul?" I repeated, arms crossed over my chest in anger, but also to mask my growing sense of unease. He waved my question away with a little grin.

"Later my dear." "I think the location of my soul is kind of important," I insisted, foolishly sarcastic. He fixed his gaze upon me and I felt the band of tension returning around my head. "It's very important," he agreed, "but it's not here. We shall have to find it, but first there are other matters to attend to." "Are you finally going to tel me why you're here?" I asked. "Oh, no. Not yet." His eyes flickered. "But that's what I want." "Oh my dear, none of this is about what you want." He chuckled and I felt goosebumps crawl across my arms. "Now, this is about your wilfulness." He gestured to the one chair still standing beside the table. "Come. Sit down," he instructed. I made no move to do so, glaring angrily. His face contorted into a sneer. "Sit," he ordered with more force this time. Though I had no intention of doing so, my legs moved on their own. I stepped slowly and unwillingly, like trying to wade through water, to the chair and sat down. I stared up at his smirking face, dark eyes focused intently upon me. He shimmered a little, the many echoed of his form drifting apart to be visible or a moment before being reigned in again. I wondered to myself whether I was dreaming. "It's no dream," he murmured, running fingers through his black hair. I was sure I'd said nothing out loud, "you're not going to wake up and find none of this was real." "So what do you want?" I asked. I flexed the muscles of my legs, testing whether I would be able to stand, but felt as though a great weight pressed down on them. "My wants are what they are," he smirked, casually investigating his own finger nails, "and while they might concern you, your comprehension is not necessary." I swallowed my pride and tried a different tactic. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what it is," I said. He replied with a hearty, insulting laugh. "Ha! Said the lamb to the shepherd." "If you wont tell me what's going on, stop wasting me time!" I snapped. I tried to rise from the chair, and made it bounce, but couldn't stand. "Oh, but now it's my time to waste," he gloated, cupping my chin with one hand. I couldn't pull away. "I'm a guest in your home, remember? You invited me in." "You tricked me," I grumbled. He shrugged, but didn't release my chin. "If you want me to leave, just say so." I didn't hesitate to yell, to scream at the man in the suit to leave, but not a single whimper escaped my throat. A smug grin settled across his lips. "Looks like I'm staying then," he purred. "Then let me leave," I asked. "And where would you go, hmm?" he asked, clearly not needing an answer. His thumb stroked the skin under my eye, fingernail tracing lightly across my cheek. "Don't say you need to rest for work tomorrow. I'm tired of that. Your work doesn't have you now, I do. You're not going to sleep tonight..." Lightning flashed, lighting the room for a moment and highlighting the sharpness of his features. "In fact, my dear, you might not get to sleep again if I don't allow it." I glared angrily but bit my tongue. There wasn't much else I could do in the situation. I tried to think of a way out, a way to contact somebody for help. He released my chin and leaned back, lounging on nothing. "What are you afraid of?" he asked. I didn't answer. There was never a good way to answer that question. "It doesn't matter," the man continued, "I'll find out soon enough." I remained silent, wondering what my options were and refusing to let my words betray my thoughts. Whatever reaction he was looking for, I didn't want him to find it. He didn't tolerate my silence for long as the storm continued outside. He crossed his arms and drummed his fingers across his elbow impatiently. "Do you like games, good doctor?" I still didn't answer, suspecting silence was the safer choice. "Because it seems you're trying to play one now, but it's not going to work." More moments passed as I scanned my home, looking for a distraction or escape route. I honestly hadn't considered how to escape my own home before. "Do you think this is fun?" the man growled, drawing my attention back to him. I kept my expression blank, denying him a reaction. "Then smile for me," he sneered. Cold balls of pressure dragged the corners of my mouth upwards in a forced smile. They hurt. "You don't seem to understand the arrangement here," he said, sliding off the table. "Let me take you somewhere more conductive to conversation. Somewhere to help you...open up." He practically bowed, offering an arm for me to take. The pressure on my legs relaxed, allowing myself to stand without force. I hoped going somewhere else would give me a chance to evade him, or to alert somebody. Perhaps develop a distraction at the very least. Cautiously, I took his arm. He straightened, looking pleased. "Let's go somewhere nice," he said, grasping my hand against his arm with his other hand. He guided me towards the front door with slow, deliberate steps while my mind raced. He was humming and seemed rather pleased with himself. Or pleased with me, I couldn't tell. My headache worsened as he hummed, and I began to imagine a high pitched ringing. I tried not to show mu discomfort, but a sideways glance suggested he knew anyway. The front door didn't appear to be getting any closer. Your stomach dropped as the hallway shifted, degrading into three overlying versions of itself, all slightly off from the original. The colours were wrong and everything seemed jittery, too far away. I had to close my eyes as the sound increased and the world shuddered. His grip on my hand tightened. "I suggest you get used to it, my dear," he murmured. I staggered, stumbled in the noise and shifting world, but he caught me on his arm and pulled me to his feet. The world fell silent in the blackness of my closed eyes. "Open your eyes," he said. Somehow we were in a restaurant, but it was profoundly wrong. The room was vast, large enough to host a dance, lit by twinkling chandeliers. The colours of the room, even the light, were nit quite complete, too faded to be believable. Despite the space there was only a solitary table with two chairs. We were alone. So much for escape. I did wonder briefly how we had reached this place, but that didn't concern me nearly as much as finding a way out. "Yes, this is more suitable," said the impossible man in the suit. I felt oddly out of place and underdressed, still in my scrubs from work. It was frankly embarrassing. Yet at the same time I was angry that I could be made to feel this way. He guided me to the solitary table, laid out for a fancy meal. I recognised foxgloves in the vase to one side, an unusual choice for a dinner table. I knew they were poisonous, but not much more about them. There were at least four different sets of cutlery set out on either side of the plates, and I didn't know what any of them were supposed to be for. The knives looked a little too sharp for comfort. He released my hand and pulled out a chair. I wondered if there was any point not sitting as his hand on the small of my back guided me to sit. He took the other seat, no longer humming, and poured two glasses of red wine that was still greyer than it should have been. Right now, in this place, he was in control. "Tell me about yourself," he said, replacing the bottle on the table. "You first," I replied, holding his gaze. I wanted to look around, I hadn't seen a door, but I also didn't want him to know where I might run to. "Is this the game you want to play?" he said, eyes darkening. "Very well. Let us set the rules." He leaned back in his chair, counting the rules on his fingers one by one. "No falsehoods are to be spoken, only truths." "On both sides?" I asked. "Of course. And questions will be asked in turn. I would encourage you to think carefully now the game is being played." He leaned forward again, folding his hands on the table. When he smiled a flash of teeth revealed the selves, the whitest things in the room. "Ladies first," he said with a nod. I was tempted to ask why, but refrained from saying so out loud. I suspect it would have counted as a question. "Where am I?"

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