#i got fucking sick and now I’m tiny and now I’m just another twink

[vikvampir3]

Yk what’s really fucked up? I was more masculine before I realized I was trans. I’m short and I’m skinny and I’m gay and that makes me a fuckin twink according to everyone else. And yeah sure sometimes I love a cute skirt and makeup and yeah sure maybe I am but that also means I fucking had to bury the girl who did archery and wanted to be on American ninja warrior and was always called on for being strong. Boyfriends say it’s awkward when I’m curled around them with him as the little spoon. “It feels weird for you to be the big spoon” “woah this is weird let’s switch” you do realize just because I’m short and don’t work out anymore this doesn’t mean I’m just this little cute bottom who is the twinkiest of twinks. I just wish I were taller so that maybe for once in my fucking life I could be taken seriously

[lackingspace]

Incensed (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Rated: Explicit 

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Bo is having a shit morning and you’re not making it any better. When some tourist wander in his irritation spikes exponentially. Why the fuck would you think flirting with one of them would be ok? 

Warnings: Bo being an irate ass, Possible offensive language, Punishment, Degradation, Spanking, Dirty talk

A/N: Ok, not my typical content, but its House of Wax day and I’m thirst af  I love those boys, so I wanted to celebrate. Angry Bo just came out, so that’s what y’all get (╯°□°）╯ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

AO3 Link: Incensed

You were goddamn doing it again. Bo was so fucking fed up. It’d been a shitty morning of waking up to a blaring hangover. Breakfast had Lester and you chattering like incessant little birds while Vincent's mute ass self was somehow still being too damn loud. 

He’d snapped when you laughed in the high twinkling pitch that usually hit him somewhere uncomfortable in his chest but now split his brain in two. “Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up!” Everyone stopped to stare over at him, even Vincent mid-bite, turned to stare him down. 

You had a disgusted and offended look on your face that almost made him want to feel bad, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t when his head was splitting and only getting worse. You spat at him in annoyance, “What the hell, Bo?” 

He grabbed his coffee cup and grunted, “Can a man drink his fucking coffee in peace? Y’all are being so fucking loud with your bullshit.” You crossed your arms and leaned forward against the table, “No, not when a ‘man’ is gonna be a dick before 9 am.” You’d said, ‘man’, so venomously he felt a tiny spark of pride because that surely was something you’d picked up from him. Regardless, he ignored it because his temper took precedence. White-knuckling his cup he took a sip before hissing at you, “The fuck did you say?” 

Vincent and Lester were both looking at you now. Vinny's gaze concerned, worried, while Lester put a hand on your shoulder saying your name. You looked away from the ass at the counter and back to your friend, “Just don’t, s’not worth it.” You looked at Vincent and he shook his head, so after pursing your lips you sighed out, “Nothing.” 

Bo took another sip as his anger simmered down, “S’what I fuckin thought.” He saw your jaw clench. And that felt fucking good. So when you’d followed him out to his truck after breakfast he was surprised. You walked to his passenger side and let yourself in before he could say anything. Getting in himself he turned to you, “Can I fuckin help you, princess?”

The look you gave him was like a mocking taunt, “Nah, but I could probably help you.” Bo wasn’t in the mood to play games, so he just cranked the engine and shifted gears with an eye roll, “Suit your fuckin self.”

You’d been so fucking annoying too. Following him around, commenting just enough to get under his skin, but not enough to make him want to glue your mouth shut. But God, was he contemplating it...be a waste of your pretty lips though. You’d started questioning him on mechanic things and fuck was it annoying, but they seemed like genuine questions and damn if it didn’t feel nice to have someone admire his skill for once. 

But when some jock ass pricks rolled up asking for some car help, well, the side-eye you’d given him, screamed trouble. The little asshats had thought you were the receptionist, that made Bo laugh as he thought to himself, ‘receptionist my ass’. But you’d been nice and accommodating to the boys. Leaning on the counter showing them some ample cleavage that made Bo ready to say fuck his brother's art and gouge out their eyes himself for looking. 

But you kept it up and he was about ready to strangle someone when you decided it was a good idea to start flirting with one of the fucks. He fucking hated when you got in a mood- you were stubborn as all get out and it never worked out in Bo’s favor when you got like this. He knew he’d been an ass earlier, but any small amount of guilt he’d had quickly evaporated. Not when he could tell you actually fucking thought one of em was cute. It wasn’t just a fake blush you were giving the twink.

Bo groaned in disgust when you laughed at something stupid that’d been said. He caught your gaze and gave you a glowering look that said ‘fuckin cut it out he wasn't in the mood.’ but the smug little smirk you returned said something different. 

His mood darkened quickly when the asshole actually put a hand on you. Fucking touching you wasn’t gonna fly. Not with the morning he’d had. The little prick was on the top of Bo's shit list in an instant with your name right under it. If the little twit moved his hand any lower on your back Bo would have reached over and broke it. Instead, he didn’t and just left it so you’d realize how absolutely fucked you were. 

Wiggling out from under the tourist's arm you giggled an excuse and walked back over to where Bo was. Inside you were sweating because he hadn’t stepped in like you’d thought and that spoke to how pissed he was. How fucked you were. It wasn't like you didn’t know he was mad. And, sure, you’d known what you were doing. Stopping way earlier was probably smarter, but you never claimed to be a genius, so when flirting presented itself, well, it had seemed perfect. 

You’d been annoyed at him this morning, and maybe had wanted some payback. Wanted to annoy him because he’d been such an ass not only this morning but all damn week. It wasn’t fair for Lester and Vinny to constantly have to walk on eggshells when Bo was just fucking ornery.

And ok, you'd admit that you’d pushed a little too far here though. Especially with how possessive Bo was. He’d even get pissed when you tried to drink some of his coffee. So some random guy, not his brother, putting their arm around you was like a death wish. And God, was he standing beside you deathly silent-- it had you fucking sweating for real. It wasn’t the guy you were worried about, he was dead either way, but you'd maybe just fucked yourself royally. Bo's punishments were unpredictable- very good or very bad. You’d consider yourself lucky if he just ignored you or bitched for a few weeks until you were finally privileged enough for a spanking. God, there was something sick in you though because you still wanted it even if he edged you for a month before forgiving you. 

He gave some excuse to the group through clenched teeth that he'd be able to work on their vehicle, but needed to take care of something downstairs first, and that they should go out and find something to do. They'd accepted his answer and left the shop none the wiser. 

You'd never felt his hand grip the back of your neck faster in your life. In a deep growl, “You little bitch.” He tightened his grip, “ You’re fucking coming with me and don't even think about making a fucking peep. If you wanna be a slut I'll show you what sluts get." he kept to a slow walk until the both of you were out of view, then he all but pushed you down the stairs leading to his playroom. 

He didn't even bother opening the door, just pushed you against the wall next to it-- your cheek smashed against it he invaded your space, "Think you're real slick trying to play with that little bitch in front of me?" you whined out an "I'm sorr-" but he cut you off, "What’d I fucking say?” 

You cut your whine instantly, “And see, you're not sorry. You'da stopped when I fucking told you to if you were." He leaned in closer and you could hear the growl- the anger in his voice directly in your ear, "You were too busy bein a filthy fucking attention whore. Good thing you didn’t let him grab that ass otherwise I don't give a fuck how sweet that pussy is, you'd be out too. Vincent can have a hissy fit later." 

Shit, you knew he was pissed, but damn this was pissed. You tried to actually apologize, "Bo, I'm s-" But his hand came up to lift your face off the wall to grip your cheeks tightly, "Nuh-uh, Don't you fucking Bo me. You're gonna shut the fuck up while I give you something to be sorry for." He pushed against your ass as he leaned over to open the door and God, he was half hard already.

Dragging your through, he made it to the edge of the bed “You're gonna sit that little ass over my lap and I'm gonna make it so Vinny’s gonna have to fucking ice it for a week." You groaned because fuck, you knew this was supposed to be a punishment and it was definitely going to hurt, but damned if you didn't need it. Him being actually pissed was hot as hell and even if you couldn’t sit for a week you really couldn’t find it in you to be mad about that. The man didn't know the power he had over you when he was pushing you around like this.  

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you roughly over his lap. His hand on the back of your neck slid up to grip a tight fist of your hair pushing your face into the mattress. His other ripped off your skirt and panties all in one go, "You’re gonna fuckin count them you cunt and thank me for each one." You tried to nod but the fist didn't allow any movement so you let out a muffled, "Ok, yes sir." His fist tightened in preparation as your breath hitched and delivered the first rough smack to your bare ass. Your muscles tightened at the sting, "One, Thank you, sir!" he grunted and gave another just as rough-- you winced and jolted up, "Two! Thank you, sir!" 

On it went until you were sobbing in his lap from the pain and how much your clit ached. “Twenty! Thank you, sir!” He hadn't gone easy, wasn’t about that. Not even a little. Taking all his aggression out on your ass and you really couldn't say you were mad about it. Sure it hurt and would probably leave some bruising, but damn it really was a good hurt. 

Even when he soothingly ran a hand over the area your ass stung, "Don't give me that crying, I can tell from your sloppy pussy how much you liked this." he slid a finger through your drenched folds, "It's like Niagara falls down here. You're a little slut for this, aren't ya?" You shook your head in denial, not wanting to give him that if he was gonna be an ass about it. He slid a finger back through your folds and your hips lifted off he lap in want, "Look at that. Can't even fucking help yourself."

A swift smack shocked your system back into pain, "Don't fuckin try to take what I'm not giving, whore." You rubbed your face into the mattress trying to get yourself under control as you squeezed your thighs together. With a deep breath, “I'm sorry, sir” He laughed, "You’re really fuckin not. But I'll let it slide because I'm feelin generous.” He slid a finger into your pussy and you instantly clenched around it, but tried to stay as still as possible, “This just want you wanted, huh? My fingers in this whore cunt of yours? Think I deserve a fuckin apology after all your shit today.” 

You could tell he was calmer now, but that meant dangerous. Too bad dangerous also meant sexy. And you’d give this asshole whatever he wanted as long as he’d keep sliding his fingers in and out of you, “I'm waiting, Princess.” and he slipped a second finger in scissoring them, you groaned, "I'm sorry! Ok, Bo?! I'm so fucking sorry! I shouldn't have! I knew what I was doing and that you weren't in a good mood, but I did it anyways. God, I'm sorry Daddy, please don't be mad!" you were shaking in his lap and fuck, wait...oh fuck you'd never let that slip before. Shit, you felt yourself tense up just as his cock twitched under you. Fist still in your hair pulled your face up, "What was that?!" You stayed silent and he gave a hard jerk, winching in pain, "I'm sorry....Daddy" he groaned, "Too fucking right, baby girl."

He’d started his fingers back up, roughly pushing them in and out of you, “Bein a bad girl pushing Daddy’s buttons like that. But you did so good taking that spanking.” with a twist of his hand you felt him brush up against that spongy area inside that had your hips jerk up into his hand and sobbing out a moan, “Daddy’s gonna be real sweet to you and fuck this cunt open.” you moaned again at the idea. He was so hard against you and damn did you want it inside you more than anything. You didn’t have to wait long because after another twist of his wrist he pulled his fingers out, swiped them through your folds, and gave a circle to your clit before pulling away completely. You whined, but felt him move the two of you, “Keep that fucking face in the mattress and ass up.”

Pulling your legs underneath to prop yourself up in the position he wanted, “That's right, baby. Now spread yourself open for me. Show me that pussy.” Your face burned, god he could be so nasty, but you loved it and did as he asked. Reaching both hands back to spread yourself open for him. 

You heard him shuffling before you felt a hand settle on your lower back. “Look at that red ass and wet little hole.” He smoothed a hand down a cheek before he gave it a much lighter smack. You groaned and felt yourself pulse around nothing, “Look at that slutty pussy clench.” He ran a finger from the start of your ass down through your folds, coming to a stop at your clit and gave a few circles to it. 

“Don't worry, sunshine, Daddy’s got somethin to fill it up with.” His hand moved away and then you felt the length of him slide up through your folds. You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your lips as he smacked it against your pussy a few times, “Feel that? I’m gonna stretch you open real good, darlin’.” Sliding his cock back down to press the tip against your clit he brushed it back up to rest at your opening, “You gonna be a good girl and take it like a whore for me?” 

Drool had steadily been falling from your lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your hair was a mess and face felt on fire, but the only thing your existence came down to at that moment was the way his cock was just breaching into you- just teasingly stretching you. Slowly his words filtered through your brain to which you rapidly nodded and whined out a “Please!” 

He slid in slowly before the last syllable left your mouth. 

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Resistant Omega: Part 5

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 3,506

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /  Part 4

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“Hey Alpha…” Mickey cooed as he stood in your room, watching you hobble around a little awkwardly in just your new walking boot and a pair of boxer briefs. “What are you doing?”

“Get dressed.” You said as you grabbed a light blue, short sleeve button down, and a dark grey vest from your closet and tossed them over to the bed. “We’re going out.”

“Umm… no.” He said as he picked up your clothes to hang them up. “You just got your cast off…”

“Which is why we’re going out.” You said as you pulled the hangers out of his hands and tossed them back on the bed. “Get dressed, Mickey.” He sighed but didn’t move as you grabbed a nicer pair of jeans and a single sneaker and turned to get ready. You stopped in front of him and gave him a rough, chaste kiss, which simply made him huff at you.

“You’re gunna make me be the asshole here, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m just gunna leave you at home.” You looked up at him as you sat down on your bed and started to take off your boot so that you could get your jeans on and shook your head. “You can try your damnedest to fight it, Omega, but we’re going out. You can go kicking and screaming or willingly. I’m indifferent there. But we are going to have a good time.”

“Weren’t you the one just last night complaining about how your leg hurt?” He asked as he grabbed a black button down from the closet.

“That was yesterday.” He hummed at you and nodded, disbelievingly as he too grabbed a nicer pair of jeans you had bought him and a pair of Chuck Taylors and came over to get ready as well.

“So you have zero pain…”

“Omega!” You growled as you pulled your jeans down over your boot, harshly. “Drop it, damn it! I get it, you’re worried, but I am fine. We’re just gunna go and have a few drinks and just get out of this damn house for a couple hours. So stop worrying, get dressed, and let’s fucking go.” With a heavy eye roll, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed an undershirt from his drawer. He surprisingly stayed silent as you both finished getting ready and for the entire cab ride to the club, but the second he saw the bar you chose, he scowled.

“You think I’m goin’ to a fucking gay bar?” He asked as you paid and tipped the driver.

“You can do whatever the fuck you wanna do, Mick.” You said as you pushed open the door and got out of the car. “I’m going out for a drink.”

“You are such a fucking pain in the ass.” He grumbled as you headed straight to the door instead of stopping at the end of the line like the rest of the guys waiting to get it. With a nod to the bouncer, who was a long time friend, you walked through the red rope into the Fairy Tale. With every slightly limped step you took, the music rattled your bones in a way that you honestly missed but would get on your nerves within a couple hours for sure. You headed over to a section of leather couch that was open and sat down with a sigh as Mickey looked around with a slightly distasteful look and grabbed a seat next to you. 

“My baby!” A handsome, Beta waiter in a pair of tiny gold shorts named Tommy cooed as he sat down on the small stage in front of you. “Long time no see!”

“Been a little tied up.” You said as you pointed to your foot. “Car accident.”

“Well that was silly!” He giggled as he brushed his fingertips across your arm. “You shouldn’t do that! What can I get you?”

“Whiskey double, neat, and he’ll take a Miller lite.” Tommy nodded at you and shot you a wink as you handed him a twenty from your pocket and leaned back against the sofa.

“The fuck is that?” Mickey asked the moment he was out of ear shot.

“That was me ordering drinks…”

“And what, eye fucking the waiter is necessary?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you laid your arm on the back of the couch on top of his. You grabbed and held on to it faster than he could pull away and shook your head.

“Omega…”

“Don’t.” He barked under his breath as he glanced at a couple guys as they walked past.

“No, you don’t.” You snapped as you sat up a bit more and turned toward him. “Mickey, do you love me?” He sighed and rolled his eyes again.

“Shut up…”

“Do you?” You repeated as you put your other hand on his knee. “Baby boy… what are you doing to me right now, huh? Because if you’re not gunna act like my fucking partner, I’m sure there are dozens of twinks in here…” Your startled the slightest bit when he lunged across the small space and kissed you before pulling away nearly as quickly to search your eyes.

“Why do you fucking say that shit?” He nearly breathed as he subtly turned his arm under yours to have any sort of physical contact with you at that moment.

“Because what kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t push you just a little bit out of your comfort zone to become the most true version of you that you could be?” You reached up and brushed your thumb across his jaw before letting your hand drop to your lap with a shake of your head. “Mickey, I have a lot of shit to dig through with you and I know if I don’t push you, we’re just gunna be holed up in my house for the rest of our lives. And excuse me for wanting the world to see my gorgeous, pain in my ass baby boy…”

“Fuck off.” He huffed with a small smirk as he turned toward the waiter to grab his drink. “Fuck you lookin’ at?”

“Ignore him.” You sighed as you grabbed your drink with a tight lipped smile before you pushed Tommy’s hand and your change away from you. “Keep it. Thanks.” Tommy nodded his head and pocketed his tip before almost literally skipping away to wait on someone else with an unfazed smile on his face. “You need to be nice.” You chuckled as you turned your attention to your Omega while you slowly brushed your thumb across the crook of his arm. “You’re the only man in here that gets to go home with me, remember that.”

“Yea, well the rest’a them better keep their hands and eyeballs to themselves up in this bitch.” He muttered before taking a long pull of his beer, which made you finally get to the point where you rolled your eyes.

“Such a hard ass, ‘mega.” You teased as you took a sip of your drink. “Can you relax for me, baby boy?”

“It’s not that fuckin’ easy.”

“I know.” You said with a nod as you scooted just a little bit closer to him and propped your boot up on the stage. “But you’ve already taken a huge step just coming in here. And I know no one in this fucker is gunna judge you for loving who you love. It’s the second best safe space in the world next to my house to be yourself.”

“You don’t get it, (Y/N).” He sighed as he bent his arm on the back of the couch to rub his jaw nervously. “You don’t fucking get it.”

“No, I could never completely get it.” You agreed as you rubbed his elbow with your thumb. “But I will be here all the fucking same. And I will love you no matter what anyone else in the world thinks. Because you are my Omega, Mickey. All mine.”

“I hate it when you get all weepy and sappy with your fucking rom-com bullshit…”

“Fuck off, you love it!” You laughed as you threw back your drink and looked around the bar.

“You think so.” He joked with a shit eating grin. “I honestly just throw up in my mouth.”

“I honestly feel like you’re just asking to get tied up to the bed so I can fuck the rude outta you again.” You could see the shiver race down his spine and your smile grew as you flagged down a waiter for another whiskey. “Yea, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck, I hate when you do that shit, too.” He grumbled beside you as he shifted his seat beside you so that he was even closer to you and so that his starting erection was hidden while you ordered and paid for another round.

“I know you do, baby boy. But that’s why it is so much fun.”

——

“What? What?” You shouted when Mickey came running around the corner into the bathroom while you were getting ready for bed that night. He shook his head and barely made it to the toilet before he threw up violently. “Fuck. OK. OK, just get it out.” You cooed as you awkwardly got down on the floor beside him. You started to rub his back and startled again when you felt how hot he was. “Jesus, Mickey. You’re burning up.”

“Feel… death…” You nodded and kept rubbing his back as he started to throw up again. 

“Shit, baby boy… Just stay here for a second…”

“No, Alpha, please.” Mickey begged as he scrambled to try and grab your arm.

“Hey… I’m just gunna go grab my phone, Omega. That’s all. Just gunna call a doctor because I don’t know shit about being sick. I’m coming right back.” He let out a long whine and barely nodded his head before he was getting sick again, and you scrambled to your feet and down the hall to your room as fast as your booted foot would allow you to go.

“Fuck do you want? It’s three in the…”

“I need your Omega.” You snapped as you headed back into the bathroom. “Something’s wrong with Mickey.” You heard a slight scuffle through the speaker as you sat back down on the floor and started rubbing your Omega’s back again.

“(Y/N)?” Tara asked hesitantly. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. We went out to the Fairy Tale and he was fine, but when I was getting ready for bed, he came running in and started getting sick. He’s fucking burning up…”

“OK.” The doc said as calmly as she could. “Um… Is his heat due soon?”

“He’s on suppressants.” You said with a shake of your head as you pulled Mickey into your lap. “So no.”

“Oh, shit. Alright, I’m gunna come over and take a look at him. I need you to get him into a cold shower to try to bring the fever down because if he’s on suppressants and living with you, my first guess is this is his genetics fighting the chemicals he’s putting in his body. Advil and Tylenol won’t work here.”

“Doors locked, key’s in its usual spot. We’re in the upstairs bathroom. Alright, here, here, here.” You said quickly as you threw your phone across the room and helped Mickey off your lap to be sick again. “I’m gunna fix this baby boy. I swear.”

“Alpha.” He groaned as you yanked on your boot cover.

“I know, baby. Come here, let’s stand up for a minute.” You were glad you were stronger than he was because he was completely dead weight when you went to get him in the shower to cool him down. You lowered him down to the floor in your lap and cradled him in your arms as he curled into your chest.

“Alpha… everything hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart.” You breathed as you pulled off the wife beater he slept in and tossed it in the corner of the shower stall. “Tara’s gunna come and make it all better, I promise.” With a nod of his head, he lurched forward and got sick all over your arm, side, and leg, and you simply nodded and kept rubbing his back. “Just let it out, baby boy. Let it all out.” He nodded his head and fell into your chest again as you pushed the hose of the shower up and quickly caught the shower head before it hit the pair of you. 

You washed your side off and did everything you could to cool your boyfriend off, but with every passing moment, you got a little more frantic because the cold water wasn’t working. Every single pathetic whine he made ripped through your heart like a knife, and you had to admit that you were grateful when he passed out even if it did scare you even more. Your heart started to race in your chest when Mickey started to shake, and you looked up at Tara and Jax desperately when they finally stepped into your bathroom.

“Help him.” You practically begged as you moved the shower head out of the way.

“Jax, take him…”

“No!” You snarled as you quickly curled your body around your Omega when Tara turned off the shower so she and her Alpha wouldn’t get wet. Jax took one look at your nearly feral glare and quickly pulled Tara behind his back and away from you, protectively.

“(Y/N)… I’m not gunna take him anywhere.” Jax said evenly as he crouched down in front of you so he came off less threatening to your Omega. “I’m going to carry him to your room so that Tara can take care of him. She can’t do that in the shower and you can’t carry him with your foot.” You searched his eyes for a moment before letting your legs slide out a little straighter. “Tara, grab towels and lay them out…”

“On my side.” You growled as you pushed yourself up. “Left side of the bed.” She nodded her head and scrambled to get the towels laid out as you grabbed one for yourself from the shelf. You tossed your wet boxers back in the shower and threw on a pair of gym shorts from your dresser before grabbing a clean pair of boxers and a pair of shorts for Mickey. You barely heard Tara tell Jax what she needed him to get for her from wherever he could as you climbed up on the bed beside the love of your life.

“Here, let me help.” Tara said softly as you used your towel to try to dry Mickey off before you got him dressed.

“Is he gunna be OK?”

“I’m gunna do everything I can. But he’ll need you more than anything I can give him.” You nodded your head, absentmindedly and covered his lap with a towel to change his boxers.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

——

Guilt was not a feeling you were really familiar with. You didn’t feel it when you stole, or when you murdered. You didn’t feel it when you beat that one punk within an inch of life for scratching your truck, nor when you broke your first heart or every heart after that. But the guilt of listening to your Omega whine in his sleep because of those fucking suppressants he was on that you gave him and allowed him to continue taking was absolutely killing you. You wanted so badly to take the pain of his twisted, half heat away, to claim it as your own so he didn’t have to live through it for another minute more.

“Alpha…” Mickey’s pain filled voice shook you out of your angered thoughts and you lurched down the bed to lay down in front of him.

“I’m here, baby boy.” You cooed as you gently laid your hand on his hot cheek and smiled weakly at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“M’cold.���

“OK, I can fix that.” You quickly rolled onto your back and grabbed the remotes to the two stand alone fans Daryl had brought over for you to try to keep Mickey’s core temp down. You turned the fans down to a lower setting and quickly grabbed the blankets you had stacked up on the far side of the bed in case he got cold. “Here we go. Get you nice and toasty warm.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck would you be sorry for, Omega?” You huffed as you tucked the blankets in behind his back.

“Threw up… on your leg.” You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him into your chest and started rubbing his back to get him warmed up, despite the fact that he still felt fire hot.

“Yea, well I’ll look the other way this time, ‘mega. Just this once. Just remember, I still owe you a broken nose.” A small smile stretched across his face as he buried his face in your throat and breathed deeply.

“Hope I don’t die first.”

“You’re not gunna die, Omega. We’re both gunna lay right here all week long, and we’re gunna suffer through this together same way you suffered with me through my leg. We are in this together, Omega. You and me.” He purred at the thought and snuggled even closer to you.

“Fuck… why do you smell so good?” He asked as he turned his nose more into your neck and inhaled deeply.

“Easy, Omega. Doc said you can’t get all worked up.”

“M’not.”

“Mmhmm.” You countered with a nod as you tilted your jaw the slightest bit to give him a little more room. Your jaw dropped a half an inch when he nipped at your throat, and a low growl rolled from your chest. “Omega…” You actually jumped when he ripped away from you and scrambled to try to get out of the blankets, and you had less than a second to spare to grab the trash can for him to get sick in when he couldn’t get the blankets free. “Shit, baby boy. You can’t get worked up this heat. Those fucking suppressants are seriously fucking with you…”

“Fuck…” He groaned as he tried to push the blankets off his feet. “Fuck this shit…”

“We’re gunna make it through this, baby boy. I promise.” You said as you turned the fans back up because he had started to sweat again.

“Just fucking kill me.” He mumbled as he set the trash can down and fell back against the headboard.

“We’re gunna make it through this.” You breathed as you got up to grab him a pain killer and clean out the trash can. “Take this and smoke a joint. We’re gunna make it through this shit and then we’re having a serious fucking talk about those pills.”

[malereblogmischief]

Be Careful Who You Fuck With

"Okay! Stop it that's enough. It hurts, and it's making me sick."

"Really, it's not supposed to." I smiled as I pressed the button. My boyfriend screamed in pain as, his body grew bigger. Hair started falling out of his head. He looked like he spent every hour of his life at the gym. He now had a body the screamed steroids.

The pain finally stopped, and my boyfriend looks at his new reflection, in a mirror I placed by the bed. "Come on..." he said in a deep voice. His body sweating from the pain and weak from exhaustion "you know I hate these roided out gym bros. Change me back. And, knock it off."

You see, I recently got a Chronivac. I was on the waiting list for years. I was going to surprise my boyfriend and we were supposed to live happily ever after. But, I caught him cheating. I knew he was bi but, I couldn't believe my eyes. Something felt off, so I crept in and I saw him fucking a little gay faggot on our bed. Without a word, I walked out. He didn't know I caught him in the act.

I spent hours heartbroken and crying. I was about to call him and confront him but, I saw the app. And my mind raced with revenge. I went back to our apartment and he was sitting playing video games, like nothing happened. I told him about the Chronivac and he was excited. But, I didn't tell him I would turn up the pain levels and sensations to the maximum level.

My boyfriend was good looking but, had an average type of body. He had some muscle but was a the starting phase of having a dad bod. So, I started small. I gave him a tattoo and he winced in pain. He liked it. Knowing it worked I went to the next step. Changing his body. First I was nice. I gave him the build of a professional soccer player, his favorite sport. I set the time for the changes to be complete in 5 minutes.

So for the next 5 minutes, he screamed out in pain. He arched his back and flexed every muscle in his body. He was squirming like the worm he was. Tears started rolling dowing his eyes. His breathing was getting heavy. "Stop it! Shut it down! It hurts! It's going to kill me!."

I looked at him concerned and worried. But, I knew it wouldn't kill him. "I can't stop it mid transformation." I said. Which was partly true

The pain stopped and I brought a mirror in. He examined his new body. "Damn, I look hot. But, I don't think I want to use the app again." He said. And before he could enjoy himself to much, I hit the randomize button.

"Oh, shit! I hit the randomize button, while trying to log out of the app." I lied. My boyfriend just looked at me with complete horror. And again another 5 minutes of pain. As all muscle melted from his body. And his youth left his body. Now infront of me was a man old enough to be my grandfather.

He looked himself in the mirror and almost had a heart attack. Before he could say anything, I yell "Oh my god! Here I'll revert the changes." But in reality I pressed the randomizer again. He looked at me "Wait let me catch my breath for a while." He said in his old raspy voice. But it was to late.

And another 5 minutes of pain went by. As soon as he was able to get a good look at his new body, I changed it again. This has been happening for the last 2 hours. By the 5th change, my boyfriend realized I was doing this on purpose. "Why are you doing this to me. STOP IT! I'll do anything you want." He plead at me for hours.

Now, he is a roided out gym bro. I looked at him and he seemed exhausted. It looked like he passed out. Now. I could move on to step two and make the ultimate revenge. So, I open up a new page and started working on my own avatar. I was too distracted that I completely forgot about my boyfriend.

I quickly heard the springs on the bed squeak. My boyfriend tried to be be sneaky. But, in his big muscled body that was an impossible task. He moved awkwardly trying to adjust to his body but, he was still fast. He was so close to tackling me down. With lightning speed, I clicked on his profile and pressed the massive weight gain button. I wasn't able to set a timer so, the changes happen instantly and with out pain. Suddenly a huge fat gut popped out of his ab filled torso. The new weight sent him falling to the floor. Layers of fat filled out his arms and legs. His pecs turn into saggy fat breast that sit on his stomach. He struggled as, he discovered he is to fat to pick himself off the floor. He looks up at me in defeat.

"What's wrong with you. I thought you loved me." He said. Tears rolling down his face.

"And, I thought you love me." I replied back. I went on both our profiles and pressed the transformation buttons. By boyfriend was in shock.

My body instantly transformed. I now looked exactly like my boyfriend after the first transformation. I had a good amount of muscle and looked like I could be a professional athlete. I also changed reality. Now, I have always been in this body. My boyfriend, also instantly changed. The fat melted of his body. He slowly stood up. His body was stick then. No sign of muscle. He was hairless. He now found himself a foot smaller than he use to be, as he look up at me in his perfected body.

He looked at his reflection. "Oh shit." He gasped. He looked exactly like the twink he cheated on me with. New memories filled his mind. He was now the twin brother of that other twink. And, I take turns fucking the both of them. "What this can't be true. Give me back my body. I'm a top. I'm supposed to be a alpha male." He squeaked.

I get my boyfriend and push him onto the bed. He tried to fight back but, fails miserably. I start taking off his clothes. "Not with that tiny dick." His face blushes. I unleash my new 8 inch dick and start shoving it in his ass. He gasped in pain and then moans in pleasure.

I start aggressively whispering in his ear. "Look, you little bitch. You are never gonna cheat on me again. You and your faggot brother are now mine. And, you will always remember that this body I'm fucking you with use to be yours. This cock going in and out of your ass use to be yours. Do you understand, faggot?"

"Yes sir, I am yours. You can fuck anyone you want. And I will be your loyal cum bucket and cock sucker." He says as we both moan. It feels like gallons of cum shoot out of my dick and fills his ass.

I pull out my dick. "Hey faggot. Lick my dick clean." My new little faggot starts sucking me off, as I relax in bed. I pick up the remote for the the video game he was playing earlier and, I resume playing. This is the life I thought to myself. I could sit here all day but, I do want to explore what my new body could do. Maybe, I'll go to the gym and find some chick to fuck. But, first I will let my little fagot enjoy his favorite cum flavored popsicles for a little while longer

[unicorn-poop]

Everyone dresses Cfonus up for his date.

RUFIOH: I’m telling you doll you’re going to look great!

MEULIN: Yeah!

MITUNA: A handsome douche you’ll be!

PORRIM: HOLD STILL GOG DAMMMIT!

Porrim puts the finish touches on him.

PORRIM: There!

KANKRI: (BLOWS WHISTLE)

DAMARA: 私はお尻にあなたをファックしたいです！

RUFIOH: I wanna bang your rang

LATULA: Guys, Stop!

KURLOZ:....

HORRUS: I’m afraid the purple blood is right. Something is missing.

HORRUS pulls out a pony keychain and gives it to Cronus.

HORRUS: There!

Aranea facepalms as does Meenah and Porrim.

CRONUS: Now Do I look cool?

Suddenly Latula gives Cronus handlercheifs. Red, purple, orange, brown and yellow. Of course Latula places them on the right side meaning Cronus will be telling the world he is submissive (a bottom).

LATULA: THERE! Now you look rad!

Cronus then goes off to his date. Latula then starts laughing. Everyone is like....wtf

PORRIM: What?

LATULA: That Asshole is going to have a fun night

MEULIN: CAN WE SPY ON HIM?

KANKRI: Good idea!

MEENAH! Fuck yeah! I wanna see him get slapped!

Meanwhile....Cronus is at a bar. He is trying to look cool waiting for his date. His date doesn’t show up but Mallek approaches

CRONUS: Hey

MALLEK: So I see you’re......quite interesting

CRONUS: Yes! I am interesting! I am a highblood after all

MALLEK: Yeah But it is also the.....

Meanwhile with the dancestors

MEENAH: Shit...that’s his date?! Gay male Vriska???

PORRIM: No

RUFIOH: What’s going on?

MITUNA: It seems like the asshole is speaking to another asshole

LATULA: Ha, ha! It’s working!

Back to Cronus

MALLEK:....Have a nice day

CRONUS: (Shrugs)

Karkat walks up to Cronus

CRONUS: Hey-

KARKAT: YOU ARE A DISGUSTING DEGENERATE! WHAT YOU NEED IS TO GET HELP IMMEDIATELY!

CRONUS:-

KARKAT: GET A LIFE YOU SICK FREAK!

Karkat walks away. Cronus just stands there confused as fuck

MEULIN: HA HA HA

DAMARA: 彼は病気の嫌いな人です。

ARANEA: Ok Latula What is going on here?

LATULA: Oh you’ll see! Ha! Ha!

Suddenly Lanque comes up to Cronus

LANQUE: Hey Asshole!

CRONUS: Hey other asshole!

LANQUE: My name is Lanque you dumb fish!Why are you here?

CRONUS: Waiting for my date!

LANQUE: Your date?! Pfffff! You got a significant other? OH FUCK! This is hilarious!

MITUNA: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

ARANEA: I still can’t believe it!

PORRIM: Me Neither!

DAMARA: 誰かファックしたいですか？

PORRIM: No

CRONUS: Yep! This hot piece of shit got a date! He should be here any minute!

LANQUE: Wouldn’t surprised me if he just canceled!

CRONUS: Nah. He would’ve texted me! Btw why are you bothering me? Go away! Fuck off! Your jealous because you can’t keep a boyfriend.

LANQUE: At least I’m not into degenerate shit!

CRONUS: What? What is this degenerate shit you speak of? Seriously?????

LANQUE: Your wearing handkerchiefs in your right pocket dumbass!

CRONUS:?????

LANQUE: You’re a bottom Apparently....

CRONUS:....um....how is that degenerate?!

LANQUE: Oh right....The colors of the handkerchiefs....

CRONUS: I know! Don’t they look rad!

LANQUE: Pfffft! Sure! I didn’t know you like to be fisted! I got a guy who’d be great for that....GALEKH!

CRONUS: What?!

GALEKH: What?

LANQUE: See Those Big YAOI Hands! They’d wreck your tiny asshole. So, are you interested Galekh. This sea dwelling Twink is asking for it!

CRONUS: Uh, no thanks....

Galekh leaves awkwardly

LANQUE: Didhg know you love to eat shit and drink piss.

CRONUS: WHAT?!

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PORRIM: What is he talking about?

LATULA: Dudes, you know the handkerchiefs I gave him. Each color tells someone something. The things he’s into.

ARANEA: You Telling me that douce likes to participate in those things???? Ewwwwww!

DAMARA: 私はまた、糞を食べておしっこを飲むのが好きです。おいしい！😋😋😋😋😋😋

MEENAH: Shut the fuck up! Nobody wants to know that!

Everyone just stares down Rufioh

RUFIOH: What?! Why is everyone starring at me? Come on! It’s not what you think!

DAMARA: 私は彼の尿を飲んでいた。

Everyone stares at Rufioh again.

KANKRI: We will talk about your disgusting triggering behavior later!

———————————————

CRONUS: WHAT?! I DO NOT!

LANQUE: Your handkerchiefs day otherwise bud!

CRONUS:?!

LANQUE:

CRONUS: WHAT THE FUCK???!!!!!

LANQUE: Ha! See bud! You are disgusting!

Lanque walks away as Cronus is just shocked. Every Dancestor is just laughing their ass off. They think this whole situation is funny. Poor Cronus is being kinkshamed and bullied. What Cronus forgot to mention was that Lanque could’ve joined Cronus in the fisting act since Lanque wears a red handkerchief. Lolz. I reached my limit!

[shiny-the-strange-writes]

the interview

wanna lose a few brain cells??? here you go

unfortunately for @jhaskii @youriko-is-my-jam @minichen123 and @bearsketches

Kanan lay on the fucking ground, moaning like some emo cowboy. “Yeehaaaaaw…”

“Fam what’s up” said You, walking over and pulling her gf off the floor into her toned arms covered in Coppertone™

“I want another gf”

“bitch tf are me and Riko not good enough”

“Y’all are great!! Idk man I just feel like we need a fourth person you know”

“oh mood” said Riko from the other room, pausing her piano cover of All About That Bass and heelie-ing into the room.

Yo-yo shrugged and said “ok that’s fair let’s find another gf” before going on the computer and opening Roblox.

“Dude why are you playing roblox” said Riko, rubbing Yo Momma’s shoulders with more Coppertone™

“I’m catfishing”

“bro everyone on there’s like 12”

“ya but that’s how I found you and Kanan”

“tru but it’s also how you had a bunch of 12-year-olds show up at our house in the meantime”

“tru”

Kanan shook her head. “smh”

“ya well do you have any better ideas” asked Yo-gi Bear

“Watch n learn pardner” said Kanan, pushing her gfs aside and firing up Minecraft. She entered the Roblox Fans on Minecraft server and zeroed in on some thot named diamondminer6969 who clipped through a giant yugioh card to avoid 12 creepers

“wow they are so hot” said Riko, heart going doki doki

“they’ve clipped into my heart” said Yoga

“okokok here I go.” Kanny whispered to diamondminer6969 and said “yo I’m gonna interview you now”

“k”

“do u like girls and aren’t some cis straight white guy”

“hell ya”

“how old r u”

“420”

“boi you’re PERFECT, come fight me irl”

“no u come fight me irl”

“where”

“666 robloxfucker lane”

“it’s a date fam”

~~~~~~~~~

Kanan showed up to 666 robloxfucker lane in her Barbie™ convertible dressed in her yellow crocs and sexy green overalls and Gucchi coat and walked into the wide open door.

“yo diamondminer6969 I’m here show yourself” the room was totally empty save for a bar, a stool, and a giant poster of Shrek lovingly holding a Minion while Michael Cera looked on while eating a Snickles™

Diamondminer6969 backflipped into the room and landed, doing a sick dab but falling on her ass directly afterwards. What a fucking twink. “ouch”

“dude wtf is with your looks”

“I look fine thot, YOU look like you’ve just been shat out of Pennywise’s ass”

“says the one wearing Uggs™ and a tux and a bright pink skirt and fishnets”

“bitch you wanna go??”

“yea thot I came to fight irl so let’s fight irl” Kanan nae nae’d backwards then charged headfirst into diamondminer6969, slamming both into the bar and knocking her out

“bitch” whispered diamondminer6969 just before she passed out

“fuck yeah now I can rob the place”

Kanan turned the entire place up side down but screamed the fuck word when she could only find a broken nendoroid of Kanan Matsuura and a body pillow of Riko Sakurauchi and a Yoda Watanabe bedspread from Love Live! Sunshine!!™

“dude this sucks” she said. She was abt to storm out when she tripped over a laptop covered in Steven Universe and Rick and Morty stickers. She opened it up and immediately closed it when a League of Legends loading screen popped up. “nvm this laptop is trash”

“no ur trash” came a voice from the kitchen

“bitch you wanna go again??”

“nonono I wanna make a truce” said diamondminer6969 “oh btw my real name is Yohane”

“Yohane you just called me trash y u wanna make a truce”

“bc I can. I’ll make you a drink”

“yeah but if you poison it I’ll haunt your ass in the afterlife by making you lose ranked games in LoL while you sleep and then replace it with DOTA 2 files”

“you better fucking not” Yohane grimaced and flopped over the counter and threw a ton of cough syrup and Mystery Juice together and threw a tiny umbrella with the eyes emoji all over it in and slid the drink over

“dude wtf is this”

“pina colada”

“nice” said kanan, drinking it up in one swig

“oh btw there’s alcohol in it”

“alcohol??” kanan’s stomach suddenly hurt like she’d just been dunked on by a skeleton.

“Oh shit it’s Sans Undertale!!”

“no you Fool it’s the underage drinking police”

“yeah well im underage and they haven’t killed me yet”

“dude I thought you said you were 420”

“I lied. I deceived you. I catfished you”

“you’re gross” said kanan, whipping Yohane with her ponytail “blease marry me and my gfs”

“cool fam we can be gremlins and catfish on Minecraft together”

“YEAH”

~~~~~~

“HEY RIKO! YOGURT! WE GOT A NEW GF”

Riko and Yoko Ono stopped making out in front of 12 years olds on Omegle and looked at Yohane like two girls staring at an absolute SNACK and tackled them to the floor and had a 4way makeout sesh

The end