#cw. body swaps

[monayen]

umumum this may be suuper weird so pls disregard if it makes you uncomfortable… but was wondering if u’d maybe write something about randal and reader trying to dream together so that reader can fuck him with their own dick for a change. sorry for tje crudeness teehee. and umm perhaps randal has a pussy. for fun. or not. completely up to your brain. thank you for your service to this fandom love youuu ok byyyee!!!!!!

Swapped | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem(eh)Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - body(part) swap, oral / blowjobs, riding, light scratching, weird freakiness talk lol

a/n - yes reader has a dick. yes randal has a pussy. yes this is weird. i am a ranfren fan. reader is technically fem / afab, but if you wanna read into it as a pretransition ftm reader then go nuts ! also i think it's funny to write randal being super sloppy and mediocre at giving, he's just a humping god imo. hope this is alright freaks ;-)

“This is so fucking weird.”

You looked down at the dick between your thighs, hard and smooth and not what you usually have down there.

In fact, it's not even a version of what might've been yours. Not an alternate version or some enhanced augmentation. 

No, the thin vein on the side, the freckle at the base, the slight curve – all unmistakably Randal's. He’d managed to dream up some freaky version of you, naked and clad with a mold of his dick.

Randal laid beside you, palm propped up below his chin as he grew his signature smile, “Ho-ho, it's just body parts, silly! Haven't you ever wondered what it’d be like to have one?”

You purse your lips, “I mean… not like this…” 

“What other way is there?” A gloved hand was placed on your bare stomach, making you shiver, “I could've just pegged you...” 

Randal shakes his head, a glint in his eyes as he trails his hand up your torso and to your chest. He gives a quick grope, pulling a gasp at the rough touch. You're about to say something before he quickly moves and places that clammy hand against… yours… his… dick?

“Randal–”

“Eh, more familiar like this. For you and me.” His nose is bleeding, blood dripping down on your shoulder as he begins to stroke the quickening hardening cock between your legs, “More fun too!”

You immediately melt, the new sensation overwhelming you as whines spill. His touch is anything but soft, his hand squeezing at the base before pumping up and down. 

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" Randal purrs, pupils blown wide at the sight of you. "Bet you never thought you'd have a cock of your own, let alone mine. Hehehe..."

A groan catches in the back of your throat, head tilting back against the pillow behind you, “Randal, you're being too rough! It's sensitive!”

Randal giggles, tongue swiping across the side of your neck before he releases his grasp on you. You bite back a cry, your chest heaving as you watch him crawl between your legs. 

“I knowww.” He drags, face inches away from the aching length, “Hah, my dick looks bigger from this angle!”

You huff at his hot breath ghosting over the throbbing cock. A hand grips your thigh, nails pushing in and showing just how eager he is to lap his tongue over the weeping tip. 

“Shit..”

Randal chuckles darkly, continuing to take his time, licking and sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. He traces the thin vein on the underside with his tongue, relishing the way it throbs against his lips.

You gasp, fingers tangling in Randal's hair, a shove of his head pulling him closer. Randal gladly reciprocates your desperate grasp, opening his mouth to wrap around you.

Your hips buck as Randal sinks down, taking the cock deep into his throat. He gags immediately, the ambitiousness of trying to take the whole length making tears prick behind his glasses. Randal doesn't relent though, only pulling back slightly to make sure he doesn't keep gagging.

"Fuuuck..." You moan, head thrashing against the pillow. Your fingers tighten in Randal's hair, nails scraping against his scalp. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

Randal just hums around you, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensations. He bobs his head in an unsteady rhythm, attempting to take it deeper and deeper with each pass. 

A drag of his teeth makes you hiss, and you realize how sloppy his movements are. Spit dribbles out from his mouth and down between your legs, the obscene sound of Randal's slurping filling the room. 

A final, too confident suck from Randal makes you whine loudly, back arching at the sensation. His nose nestles in the crease of your crotch for a moment before quickly pulling off. He gags, coughing and tearing up at the intrusion on his throat.

“Wow, I couldn't even breathe!” Randal huffs, wiping the mix of blood and spit on his face, “Did you cum?”

You breath heavily, hard cock still standing, slick with his spit. You shake your head as the heat that settles in your abdomen cools down at the lack of touch. “N-No, your teeth kinda hurt me. No offense, but you kinda suck at sucking dick…”

Randal blinks at you, letting out a laugh, "Hehe, suck. I get it.”

He moves, tugging at the bottom of his gakuran and pulling it down with one swift motion before kicking it off to the side.

“Also, I’m wet.”

You don't even get time to react, your lidded eyes widening at Randal. He sits on his heels, hands on his thighs as he gauges your response, “Is that..?”

He nods, grinning as he spreads his folded thighs, “Duh! Where'd you think your pussy went?” His fingers dance against the front of it, him immediately moaning once he rubs against it. 

He's babbling about having a pussy now, rubbing the skin with a lustful gaze. You swallow thickly, the dick twitching at the sight.

“Ahaha, I’ve always wondered what it felt like for you.” His tone drags, mouth lolling open to show his long tongue.

He impatiently crawls onto your lap to position himself above you, hands braced on your chest for leverage. You can feel the heat radiating between his legs, eagerness dripping onto the hard length.

“I want to feel it inside meeee~” He hums, grinding against the length of the shaft. The friction sends jolts of pleasure through you, making you gasp.

“It’ll feel reallyyy good.” He coos, moving his gloved hands to cup your face, “So don’t cum too fast, it won't be any fun if you do!”

You huff at his irony, remembering all the times Randal would bite into your shoulder and pump white before he was even in you. “You don't say.”

He just giggles in response, not needing to say anything in retort when he begins to lower his hips onto you. Your jaw clenches, biting back a loud moan at the new sensation.

Hands fly to his thin hips, your grip on them tight in an attempt to ground yourself. “Randal,” You pant, head thrown back against the pillow. 

Randal lets out a low moan, his hips undulating in a slow, deliberate pace. “S-so tight and sensitive! Do you feel the difference?” 

You let out a lazy grunt as a response, lost in the hazy new pleasure. It's tight, warm like a heated blanket that keeps pulling you in. You wonder if you really do feel this good. Or if it's some influence of being lucid and having your body changed. Either way… it feels fucking amazing. 

Randal picks up the pace, bouncing his hips with increasing fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your ragged breathing and Randal's pitched rambling.

It’s pathetic how you shudder, feeling like a virgin all over again with how you have to fight back desperate movements that urge you to push in deeper despite being at a hilt.

It doesn't stop Randal from arching, arms wrapping around your sweaty body as he unrhythmically grinds down against you. He seems to be trying his hardest to keep stable, but his knees shake and he resorts to rocking back and forth for stimulation.

Randal moans incomprehensibly, his hands scrabbling at your back. His nails leave red crescents in your skin, digging into your flesh and scratching down with each thrust. 

You feel the pressure building in your abdomen, a telltale tightening in your gut. You're getting close, and from the way Randal is tensing above you, he is too. Which is good, because you don't know how much longer you can bite your cheek and hold your breath.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum.” You warn, chest heaving and eyes narrowing. He tilts back, moaning as if he's in some bad porno. You almost want to laugh at his display, but a tightening around you gets your attention back.

“Inside! Do it inside!” He chants, voice rising in pitch with each word. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

His body practically seizes up on top of you, his own climax that you're sure he wasn't expecting crashing over him. Your own walls clamp down around you, pulsing and fluttering as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

The sensation is too much, and with a hoarse shout, you're cumming too. Your hips buck upwards, spilling your release deep inside Randal.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and Randal's high-pitched keens. Then, slowly, Randal collapses forward, his sweaty forehead pressing against your own.

"That was intense," Randal pants, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I feel like a slut.”

You can only groan in response, still trying to catch your breath. The softening cock slips out with a wet pop, a trickle of cum following in its wake. 

Randal shifts, rolling off of you and onto his back. He spreads his legs, exposing your used body part. A satisfied hum escapes him at the sight.

"Mmm, I can feel it inside me," he murmurs, fingers dipping between his thighs to scoop up some of the cum. He brings it to his mouth, licking it off with a moan. "I taste good."

You simply stare at him, mouth agape. This entire thing is beyond weird, but still arguably one of the better situations he's put you in. At least you came…

A touch at your crotch brings you back suddenly, the sensitive tip being rubbed with clammy gloved fingers. “Oh–”

Your moan is cut off by Randal’s panting, eyes glazed over as he slowly begins to inch closer to you. “C’mon,” He smiles, a toothy grin spread across his flushed face, “I know I can go again!”

[the-awful-falafel]

hats.

[valeriapryanikova]

what if watcher!etho

[pillowspace]

DCA -> Y/N body swap AU

previous art #1 | previous art #2 | previous art #3

[hymemena]

Send ⥂ For Our Muses To Swap Bodies For A Thread!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

species medley ft. gorgug and riz

[noodlesewp]

Some timsasha for your sunday evening or whenever you see this

In the au i imagine post-not them sasha and martin are a bit friendlier than jon and tim were at the time

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

Swapfell art Swapfell art!

He doesn't get a lot of love so I drew him

Swapfell/Blackberry/Plum belongs to Kkhoppang

He has so many nicknames heheh

Cw Echo body below

I trans rayed Blackberry look at hiiiim!

[celebtf]

The Flash & The double

I was sitting at my breakfast table one morning and scrolled through Instagram like I always do. Like always I never really find something but I looked at some Reels, alot of cute animals, like cats and dogs, I really love those videos.

I looked and saw that CW had put out an audition, it was for The Flash, I love that show and Grant look so hot in it too. I sended in my application with photos and resume, it was a little chance I got this job.

A week later a girl from CW called and said I was welcome to a audition next week. I thanked her and I got the script sent over.

I arrived at the location she sent over, it was this an apartment, not what I had in mind but I didn't question anything. I walked in and sat on a chair in the hallway and waited till somebody called my name.

" Steve " a blonde girl yelled and I followed quick after her in to the room.

In the room sat 4 people, I guess then would judge me, probably a jury to see if I fit the small part I was auditioning for. When I looked up I saw Grant Gustin himself sit at the table, he smiled and looked me up and down.

" So Steve, can you do any acrobatics? " Grant asked me with a big smile, his teeths are perfect I though for myself.

" Yes, I can do both acro and parkour, I been training for years, I used to be a stunt double back in the days.. well 2 years ago " I laughed and smiled.

" So we are looking for somebody that can do this small part and also be a stunt double for Grant if that would be needed " the blonde girl said, I smiled answered her.

" Okay we are switching things up, here, take one of my scrips" Grant said and gave me a page with a few of his lines from season 1. I read them and did the audition and after, I went home, questioning how good I really did.

A few days later calls Grant himself my phone to congrat me on getting the job, he said I would only work as his Stunt double as they cut the other character, I didn't really complaine ofcourse, it's The Flash. They would need me on set tomorrow for a Suit fitting.

The next day I was on set early since I didn't want to be late for my first day. " Steve, there you are, welcome " Grant met me with open arms. He smelled so Woody and musky, drove my mind crazy. Me and Grant walked together to the costum departementet since I didn't really know my way around.

We both arrived and walked in to the costume departement, it was so big, and it had mini rooms and a whole closet, I had never seen something this big before.

" Hey Steve, sorry for calling you in this early , just needed to check some things, your suit is over there, we will leave for a while when you change. " the girls said and left me and Grant alone. " Is It okay if I stay " he asked, I felt myself getting harder, but answered him and he stayed.

The suit looked really good for it to be a stunt double one. Usually the company don't really put in the effort when it comes the the stunt double's costumes because they often get trashed on set.

I took of my clothes so I was only in my white boxers, I could see Grant checking me out in the corner of my eyes. I took the suit and started dressing myself, on leg at a time, then over my butt, over my abs and all the way up. I asked Grant to zip it up, and he did. " let me help you with the mask too" Grant said and put the mask on me.

I could feel my body start to shake, a wave past through my body and I felt my feet grow bigger, my legs and thighs got thicker, my butt got fuller, in the pain I saw Grant lick is lips and grab his bulge. My spine cracked and I was in pain, so much pain, my arms got bigger and thicker. A wave of pleasure went down to my dick and it started to grow harder and longer. I could feel the mask heating up, my jaw got shaper, my nose got smaller, eyes went brown and my hair shortend and became brown.

" Looking good Sexy, damn, my ass looks so good in that suit " Grant laughed and walked towards me. " You did this, you planned all for this " my voice cracked and came out darker. He laughed again " Ofcourse I did, from the start, that's why you got to read my lines at the audition, remember, now look in the mirror and say you don't look hot "

Damn I look good and I snaped a picture, I could here Grant laugh behind me again. He came behind me and started to touch my new body.

" I see somebody is excited to see his new face and body " he grabed my bulge and I moaned. " You know, when you're as famous as me, you can't be at two places at once, so I planed this, so you could do half the work and I do the second one. " he laughed and gave me his script " You do the scenes today, I'm sneaking home, I texted my adress, come over with your stuff, you're living with me now". Grant grabed my bulge again and I moaned, he laughed and left.

I went over the lines, went out on set, I kept telling myself I'm Grant Gustin.

Hello I'm back with a new story, this one is inspired by @dulafer and his story " The stunt double " but with a twist. I hope everybody likes it.

[insertcharacternamehere]

"Climber is the murdery one instead" AU but it's like The Razor from Slay the Princess.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 How do I feel?

Body Swap CW: AMAB!Reader body swap with F!partner, dub-con, overpowering, praise(?) kink

Jennifer bounced excitedly into (Reader's) apartment, buzzing with adrenaline as she broke into her best friend's home. "(Reader)! Doll, where are you?"

(Reader) groaned from his bed, pausing his game and throwing his controller onto his pillow. "Jesus, can't you knock?"

Dyed lilac pigtails swayed wildly as she burst into (Reader's) room. "Why? We have nothing to hide from each other, right?"

With another frustrated mumble the young man rolled his eyes, not ready emotionally for whatever bullshit Jennifer was about to pull. "What do you want?"

Out from her messenger bag Jennifer retrieved a creepy looking leather bound book. "Look what I bought!"

It had a slight smell, making (Reader) scrunch up his nose. "From where? A hobo?"

"eBay."

"Ha!" Every couple of months Jennifer was buying some new 'genuine' spell book or 'cursed object'. She didn't claim to be a Wiccan, but an occultist, who didn't seem to follow any doctrine (Reader) had ever heard of.

"This is the real deal, I can feel it!" She said enthusiastically, just as she did every few months. Opening the book, Jennifer didn't wait for (Reader) to agree to participating in whatever 'spell' or 'curse' she had picked out, chanting from a page she had bookmarked. He sat there patiently, waiting for the inevitable tears for when it didn't work.

Then everything went black.

(Reader) blinked, groggy eyes fuzzy as he came to, standing in his bedroom face to face with himself.

"What the hell?" (Reader) asked. As soon as the words fell from his lips, he froze, because the voice that came out wasn't his, but Jennifer's. Glancing down (Reader) found himself in control of dainty hands with purple nails. "Oh my God.."

"It worked!" Jennifer cheered, making (Reader) cringe hearing his voice squeal out. He watched his body twirl around. "Finally!"

(Reader's) eyes widened as Jennifer opened up her his pants, looking down at his dick while smiling. "Woah, don't do that!"

"I've always wondered what you had going on down here. But, that's not the main goal." It was uncanny, watching himself charge forward. (Reader) felt his own hands grab hold of Jennifer's body, struggling as he realized just how weak she was. He couldn't physically push himself off as Jennifer pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting his own tongue down into her throat.

(Reader) was thrown onto the bed easily, squirming as his possessed body crawled over him, easily overpowering him. Jennifer had planned for this, wearing a thin shirt with snap buttons and a small skirt without underwear. The shirt was popped open in one swift movement, and Jennifer marveled at her own breasts. "I see these everyday, but it's so different than looking in the mirror." (Reader's) hands traveled across the chest he currently owned, playing with the sensitive nipples.

"Jennifer, why are you doing this?" (Reader) tried not to moan, crushing his thighs together as a strange tingling could be felt down below. It felt good, if (Reader) was being honest, he was just confused as to why.

"Don't you remember me telling you? Back when I first started looking into magic and all that? I always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck myself."

(Reader) vaguely remembered Jennifer ranting about wanting to love herself, but he had tuned her out at the time, only nodding and grunting in agreement when he thought it was appropriate. Now his fully erect cock was being pulled out of his pants above (Reader).

It was strange, and (Reader) never would have thought of having sex with Jennifer before today, but now laying down as her, feeling wet between the thighs, the ridiculousness of the situation allowed him to act as though this was all just a dream. It was okay to just give in if it's a dream. Jennifer seemed pleased, looking at her own pussy under her skirt, stroking the cock she had stolen while watching her body become aroused, leaving a wet spot on the sheet.

Jennifer rubbed the head of (Reader's) dick across her clitoris, making (Reader) flinch under the new sensation. He gasped a little, feeling his thighs shutter in anticipation.

There were no words to describe the feeling of having his dick enter him, the way a vagina's walls constricted, the feeling of being filled up was unlike anything (Reader) had felt before.

His voice chuckled as Jennifer melted into her pussy. "God, I am tight!"

Although (Reader) knew the comment wasn't directed towards him it made his heart race and the strange tingling grow stronger. He bit his lip as Jennifer began slowly picking up the pace, pounding into herself.

"Fuck, I'm cute!" Jennifer grabbed (Reader's) newly adopted breasts tightly, earning a shocked mewl. "Is that what I look like all the time? Goddamn, if you keep making that face I might cum in ya!"

There were so many new things to focus on that (Reader) felt like he was losing his mind. He could feel his heavy balls slapping onto Jennifer's his ass, and hear the wet sound of his new cunt sucking in the erection as Jennifer snapped her hips into his. The way his nipples were twisted made the tingling in his belly grow faster, threatening to spill out.

"Jennifer! I think I'm about to cum!" (Reader) cried out, dazed by how aroused he was.

"Ha! Do I fuck that good?! Hey, hey, hey! How do I feel?! Are you gonna cum on your own dick? Ah! Stop tightening up! Jesus, this pussy feels good!"

(Reader) couldn't control it, screaming out in pleasure as their walls began convulsing, spasming around their dick as they orgasmed. Jennifer barely pulled out in time to release between her own thighs.

"Shit, that was close.. you almost held me in there haha.." Jennifer collapsed next to (Reader), still sensitive and overwhelmed, riding out his first feminine climax. "Ahh.. guy orgasms don't last as long as chicks.." Jennifer commented, closing her eyes wearily.

After a nap, (Reader) woke up to find himself back in his own body, lying next to Jennifer. She was also awake, numbly staring at the ceiling. There was a strange feeling inside (Reader) that he couldn't quite understand.

Nervous, he turned away from Jennifer, unable to proposition her while looking at her. "I wouldn't mind.. doing that again some time.. the spell, I mean."

As though she had been waiting for him to speak first, Jennifer erupted into laughter, spooning her best friend from behind. "Same."

[pigeons-paintbrush]

my thoughts on what the horrorswap boys would be like. took me a while to think of all of sans' text

[artfulbassoon]

Fanon swap vampire ren and werewolf mumbo

I don't draw these goobers often, but I love them very much :D

The silliest of guys, truly

[hiro-doodlez]

People dont talk about inks memory loss/problems enough so i thought id draw it :3

[thlayli-ra]

Trick! Stitches, from the whump prompt, for cmjf? (Dealers choice on giving/receiving)

So I'm kiiiiiiinda cheating a bit here. I've based this fic in @comediakaidanovsky body-swap au, where Drew's body has been possessed by MJF, so technically speaking it is CMJF, but also kinda Punkintyre too. Hope that's ok!

Trick - 'Stitches'

Characters - MJF, CM Punk, Drew McIntyre's body

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Injury description, mentions of rape (although none happens), blood

The first thing Max did when he got to the back was find an empty bathroom. The lightbulb above his head was small and dull but it shone bright like a low sun on a winter's evening, it's blazing rays blinding. He rushed to the mirror and Drew's face stared back at him, deep ocean blue eyes, swamped on every side by rich scarlet. The blood was everywhere, in his long hair, in his ears, covering every inch of skin on his face and shoulders and dripping down his chest and stomach. It soiled the white patches on his trunks and there were even pin-pricks of it on his knee pads and thighs too, however he wasn't sure if that was his blood, or Punk's.

Ohhh, Punk! Punk had bled first, and bled beautifully. Max had stood there, standing tall in Drew's size 13 boots, mesmerised at the sight. Betraying the wonder on his face with a hypnotic tilt of his head and signature lop-sided smirk. Punk caught him doing it, had glared back under those flat eyebrows as if Max had walked in on him in the shower. That messy mix of outrage and embarrassment and vulnerability. A sudden urge to cover himself up, reclaim his decency, all while keeping tabs on the six foot five behemoth stalking towards him with evil intentions.

Max had been in this position before. Multiple times now, even in his old body, back when he was little, pathetic Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Punk had been the one towering above him, all arrogant, self-serving and narcissistic. Back when Punk was on the other end of a chain tethering them together, on his knees with blood dribbling down his face. For a brief spell, Max had held all the power, the cockroach trapped in the palm of his hand and all he had to do was curl his fingers and squeeze.

And yet, both times, it was Punk who had emerged victorious. Like any cockroach, he was almost impossible to kill, and had forced Max back, beating him mercilessly until he was black and blue, tearing him open.

Looking at Drew's face in the mirror, Max ran a blunt finger along the gaping gash on his brow. The blinding light flickered away then slid back again. He blinked, trying to make sense of it, then placed his entire palm over the laceration. The light blotted out completely. Drew's eyes blinked and Max's eyes blinked and Drew looked up and Max looked up and both of them could see the grimy ceiling of the bathroom above their heads.

'Did it work?'

Max leapt back at the sudden sound of another voice. Spinning around he found Punk there in the bathroom with him. Blood-stained, bedraggled, breathing raspy and ragged, Punk stood with his booted feet apart and his tattooed arms at his side, fingers balled up into fists.

'What are you doing here?' Max spat, the rumble of Drew's voice pounding the echoing walls of the restroom. 'Get out!'

'You didn't answer me-'

'I said GET OUT!'

'No!' Punk took a step forward, unfazed by the angry behemoth in front of him. 'Not until I know if it's worked.'

'What are you talking about?' Max snarled.

'I know it's you, Max!'

Max's head went light, the blood draining out of him, quite literally. He staggered back like a man caught in the cop's flashlight digging a hole to bury his latest murder victim.

'H-how-?'

'You serious? You really think wearing Drew's face hid you away all this time?' Punk laughed scornfully, shaking his head. 'I mean nothing to Drew McIntyre and all of a sudden, he starts quoting my promos and dropping my name at every turn and calling me his "muse" and how I "complete him"? Calling me "Punky'"? You fucking kidding me, Max?'

Drew's face paled under the crimson mask, his hands began to tremble.

'I thought you got the hint back in Glasgow,' he went on, 'you know, when I gave you that receipt for what you did to me at Daily's Place.' Punk bent down, trying to catch Drew - or rather, Max's - eye. 'You remember that, Max?'

Of course he did! He remembered all of it. Every moment he shared the same ring, the same space, the same air as Punk, he remembered. But that moment in particular, when Punk looked at him with all the remorse of a neglectful father, when he opened his arms and welcomed Max in, dropping both the tough guy facade and his defences. The soft flesh free from its hard shell, ripe for Max to rip apart. How pretty did he look gasping for air as the collar choked him, how his blood had glittered in the light. Max had coloured his palm with it, smeared it across his own young, naive face embossed on his shirt. Symbolising a death, a rebirth, a baptism. (He kept that shirt in a special box next to their dog collars).

'What do you want, Punk?' Max growled, his voice so much lower and intimidating in his new body.

'What I want is for all this shit between us to be over,' Punk replied. 'It was mildly annoying in the beginning and I was able to ignore it but you kept coming for me and pushing me and you know what, that I could deal with. Even when you attacked me in my hometown, I could put my hands up and say that I deserved that - now we're even.'

Punk's face went dark, his voice turning into that deep rasp he reserved for when he was seething with unchecked wrath.

'But then you went and involved my family,' Punk advanced on Max who stood his ground, watching the older man draw closer. 'The moment my wife's name came out your filthy mouth, you crossed a line and I had no other choice than to put an end to this. For good.'

'How? How exactly are you going to "put an end" to me, Punky?' Max opened his impressive arms out wide, mocking Punk, goading him. 'You had your chance out there in Hell itself and you chickened out.'

That maddening smirk manifested on Punk's face, so smug that Max wanted to slap it right off him, but instead he watched as his adversary lifted his hazel eyes up and up.

'Did I?' Punk grinned, 'Look at that big, gaping hole I left in Drew's head. Can you see it Max? Can you see the light?'

Max's heart jerked in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. 'You... you-'

'Go towards it, Max,' Punk said, imitating some kind of holy messiah. 'Be free.'

'You bastard!' Max turned away, trying to fend off the fiery glare at the top of his vision.

But Punk refused to let up. 'You don't belong in there, Max.'

'You really expect me to go back to that sorry excuse of a body?' Max protested. 'Have you seen what Drew did to it? How that brainless idiot let them desecrate it with that shitty tattoo?'

'It's time, Max. You have to go.'

'Well, you know what, he can keep it. If Drew wants to clap his hands like a performing seal for Tony and all his fucking marks then that's fine by me. Hope he enjoys having an actual ass for once.'

'Max!'

'NO! I'm not leaving. You won't make me!'

Punk was close now, too close, boxing Max into the corner. 'It's not yours. You have to give it back.'

'NO!'

With both hands he shoved Punk on the chest, only realising his mistake when he saw the indignant look on the older man's face. How his brows lowered and the bridge of his nose scrunched, how his lips pulled back to bare his teeth.

Then he pounced!

Honing in on the gash on Max's forehead, he dug eight of his fingers in and pulled, wrenching the crevice apart.

Max squealed as the light gushed in all around him.

'GET OUT!' Punk bellowed into the open mouth of the wound. 'GET OUT, MAX, GET-'

Max grabbed Punk by the throat, effortlessly cutting off his air with one squeeze of his fist. Their gazes met for a brief moment before Max drove the older man back, slamming him into the counter. Punk let out a strangled cry, gasping as the pressure kept coming until he was bent right back over the counter's edge, his spine arched at an excruciating angle and his bare shoulders pressing into the cold metal of the sinks.

From on high, Max watched his muse struggle, watched his inked fingers clawing at Drew's meaty fist to try and dislodge them, watched his wide mouth open and close like a fish trying to gulp down air, watched his blood-stained face turn a deep, vicious red. Watched his eyes bulge, his pupils constrict.

Max watched it all, entranced. Punk always suffered so... perfectly. It was intoxicating.

Ever since that moment at Daily's Place when something switched in his brain, when Max had found himself standing at a crossroads with two options and he chose the latter, he had finally woken up and realised that he would never gain this man's respect.

But he could hold something even more precious.

'I get it now,' Max sneered directly in Punk's panic-stricken face. 'I know why you want me out of this body.' He leaned in close, drinking in the raspy chokes of Punk's failed breaths. 'You're afraid of me.'

All this strength, all this power! He controlled Punk so completely and with such little effort. He could do whatever he wanted with him. He could snap his neck with a twist of his wrist. Keep applying the pressure to his jugular and watch the light slowly dim from his eyes. He could fill the sink to the top and shove his face in, watch him writhe and flail as he slowly drowned, maybe yank his head back to hear him splutter before forcing him under again.

Or he could turn him around, rip those sorry excuses for trunks down and kick his ankles good and wide...

But Max did none of those things. Instead, he simply let Punk go and stepped back as the older man crumpled to the floor. Down on all fours like a dog, gasping in air and coughing up blood.

'You're fucking pathetic,' he uttered and stepped over his fallen idol to leave the bathroom.

Marching down the corridors, Max's brain raced with thoughts until he reached his destination. Settling himself into the chair, he turned to the medic and pointed at his brow. 'Stitch it up,' he demanded, and he sat serenely while the staples were driven in, the light dimming with each one until there was nothing left but darkness.

When he went to leave the Trainer's Room, he almost bumped into Punk who gaped up at his shiny staples with new-found horror. Max gave a huff of cruel laughter then walked away.

'It's not over yet, Punky,' he proclaimed in Drew's deep brogue. 'It's like I told you before - this only ends when I go to your funeral. And piss on your grave!'

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“Excellent! This one possesses the qualities to be the perfect test subject!” ~Fandaniel