#masc pov

[kabr0ztrousers]

There's this tired worn out guy and he can't help but fantasize about how nice it would be to be a hucow that spends his days getting his chest and dick milked, but everywhere only seems to hire women since it's much easier to induce lactation. He's sitting at this boring desk at work when a mysterious email shows up inviting him to trial run the newest technology in the hucow field!! When he arrives it's better than he can even fathom. Little does he know that this trial run is aired on TV for the entire world to see. People can send in money and control just how fast, slow, hard, or soft the machines milk or fuck him.

Kabr0z Writes episode 63: Reality TV

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: intox; dubcon; implements; restraints; humiliation; coercion; overstim;

A/N: This wasn't requested to be another Chitinid story, but there's only 2 continuities I have ongoing where hucows feature, and this is the one where it isn't an underground practice. I'm not against spinning out another continuity, but couching it where things are already set up helps streamline the process

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A month ago, the old library had been flattened. That was the last interesting thing that had happened in this city, and since then Mike's life has been an unending sequence of cubicle walls and tedious emails. He sighed. Half the world spirited away to be milked stupid, spending the entire remainder of their lives in chemically induced ecstasy to harvest their sexual fluids, and he managed to wind up behind a desk.

Not that Mike hadn't tried, he wrote to his city supervisor, even tried going above his head to regional governor, but was met with the same response every time: his best place was where he was, sat behind a desk so Chitinid anthropologists could study him as the drab monotony of the passing days slowly drove him mad. No wonder they got resistance cells, even if they didn't admit they existed. Of course, everyone knew there was a resistance, libraries don't get demolished via high-caliber autocannons because of termites.

A notification pinged in the corner of the screen Mike had been ignoring for the last hour. A half page of corporate lorem ipsum left behind by his train of thought. He opened the email and scanned it, finger poised over the delete key.

"You have been Selected" came the subject line

Weird, spam didn't exist any more. Nobody had anything to steal, companies didn't have any information to pillage, there wasn't even anything worth destroying. He read on

"Congratulations!

You have been selected to take part in a viability study involving human livestock material harvesting. You have been selected because either you have registered interest with your city supervisor, or your usefulness has been re-evaluated"

Well, he'd definitely made his interest well known. The rest of the email detailed where to go, what to bring, when to be there. One final sentence capped off the message, reminding the recipients that this is in fact not optional. Mike would either go willingly, or he would be taken. That's one way to deal with people not reading their email.

There wasn't much required to bring. Civilian travel documents, ID card, and the clothes on his back. Only he turned up, either everyone else was trying to hide or nobody else was selected from his area, either way, he probably wouldn't find out. Transparency was never at the top of their lists of priorities.

A gunship swung down low, the silent engine didn't even disturb the treetops as the vessel passed within inches of them. A voice came over the loudspeaker, a Chitinid speaking English

"Citizen Lewis, Michael. Identity recognised. Stand by for transfer"

Stand by for transfer. Sounds like he wasn't about to be atomised by weapons fire at least. Always a plus

A confinement field engulfed him. The tingling blue light surrounding you before the world disappeared, replaced with a holding cell. Exactly as expected.

There's no way to measure time in a Chitinid holding cell. The walls are blank, the lighting flat. This one didn't even seem to have a door.

Mike tried to sleep, without success. Chitinids never seemed to realise that blue light stops humans going to sleep, either that or they just didn't care. So he sat on the floor. The ship could be anywhere, going at any speed, there's no way to know. Mike had an idea of where it was probably headed, the human farms were kept in great facilities on the moon. They were visible even without a telescope, even if the ship traffic to and from wasn't.

The lights in the room brightened, the air becoming charged. The whole room was filled with a confinement field. The world flipped, beaming the hapless man down, completely nude, onto a metal table.

He couldn't move, he must have been sent from one confinement field to another. This didn't match what he'd been told about these facilities. Normally the people in these facilities would be held in huge spaces, hundreds of them plugged into machines with little to no conception of privacy. The room Mike found himself in was small, with only the table he was held to and only one device on the ceiling for company. A screen flickered to life, covering an entire wall of the room. Mike could see himself in it, the blue light of the containment casting him in a sickly pallor as the machine on the ceiling whirred to life.

A cup suctioned itself to his crotch as tubes carrying drugs attached themselves to his arms. A voice filled the room "Welcome, citizen, to the game of your life! You're live on channel nine!"

What?

A sound effect played. A number appeared on the screen and drugs pushed into Mike's bloodstream. He gasped as his skin flushed, turning red and immediately glistening with perspiration. Another noise, more drugs. His cock was achingly hard now, starting to throb into the tube surrounding it. The field parted his legs, bringing his knees upwards as a probe pushed against his asshole. Another noise and it pressed in, the cold metal making him wince before a tingling electric current ran through his prostate to the tip of his cock. The noises were speeding up, each one driving more drugs into him. Mike's chest became heavy, tits starting to bud, already leaking creamy milk as his cock dribbled precum.

A different noise, louder, more discordant, accompanied by the quick chattering of a Chitinid. The gentle electric pulsing from the probe in Mike's ass intensified for a moment. His hips bucked as his balls clenched, a rope of cum jetting from the tip of his cock. Then another, and another. The cocktail of alien aphrodisiac flowing into his body kept his cock hard and cooperative, but did nothing to stop his balls aching or the shaft burning as another noise jolted him again. His tits were leaking more now, probes fixing themselves to his nipples to collect the fluids, pumping and sucking the liquid out as the new tits kept growing at an alarming rate.

He groaned, partially from the exertions of the repeated orgasms, partly from the growing pains on his chest. The vocalisation caused a flurry of noises, the drugs hammering into his body causing him to twitch and convulse as a stream of thick cum pumped from his cock, getting thin and watery as his balls emptied out.

Mike's groans grew weaker, turning to wheezing sobs as the stimulation took its toll. His cock was still throbbing, trying to pump out ever more but nothing came, only the clenching of his drained nutsack sending painful lances through him.

The screen went dark. The stimulation stopped.

"Good show! Same time tomorrow!"

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Well, I'll admit I'd lost faith in this one at about the halfway mark but feel like I pulled it back at the end

As always, any requests, ideas, scenarios, lore questions, etc, send an ask. I try to answer non-request asks quickly but if you bundle a question or something with a req, it'll get answered when you get your story

[1over-b0y]

Stanford!Sam x masc!y/n

[digital-slvt]

perspective ☆

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO DOES PILATES

summary : sam, your boyfriend, is always out filming workout videos for his viewers and you begin to miss him. naturally, you drag him to a pilates class with you.

fit reader , oneshot , established relationship , suggestive topics , no smut

As a bodybuilding influencer, your boyfriend, Sam, was on top of it and as a result always going to events and busy filming things from his meals to his car rides and of course, getting his pump on at the gym. And as much as you’d like to get on top of him, that doesn’t last very long. While you’re proud of his success, you missed your oversized-care bear dearly.

This gave you the idea to surprise him by dragging him to a pilates class - something you’d been doing for years that you knew he’d never tried. It didn’t bother you that he had no interest in it, but what did was his underestimation of pilates. That was going to change today.

“Hurry up Sam! Don’t make us late.” You whinned, practically hauling him out the door as he grumbled unenthusiastically about not wanting to pay more for essentially “bending and stretching.”

The sight of someone as tiny as you pulling a giant like him inside the studio, and succeeding, was a comical display for the women already present in class, earning a few whispers. His massive frame towered over the pilates enthusiasts who were petite in comparison.

Sam reluctantly followed you hand-in-hand and as you two settled onto your respective mats, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him slightly looking out of place admist the sea of colorful Alo bottoms and tank tops.

“Good evening everyone!” The instructor chirped before introducing herself to any newcomers as Alexis. She began to lead the class through a series of movements, explaining each one with precision in a soothing voice. You glanced over at Sam, who was already struggling to keep up with the intricate poses.

Despite his strength and overwhelming size, the graceful movements of pilates proved to be quite challenging for him. You tried to stifle your laughter as he wobbled during the balance exercises and grunted loudly through the core strengthening sequences, earning side looks from the women on neighboring mats.

But Sam was determined to prove you wrong, pushing himself to keep pace with the rest of the class. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tried to retain focus on Alexis’s instructions, his muscles trembling with exertion.

As the class progressed you couldn’t help but feel pride watching Sam be bested. He may have been a powerhouse in the gym, but pilates was a whole different ballgame - one that required flexibility and control rather than sheer brute strength.

Though you had to admit, you enjoyed seeing him like this a lot more then you probably should. Sam in motion is… distracting. You stopped pretending to pose and your eyes linger to his curly locks, wet with sweat and cradling his pink face. It’s a rare occurrence when you see his hair without the cap obscuring it. Simplified, his face can best be described as masculine. But not the overbearing hypermasculinity bodybuilders often seem to have.

Sam’s profile is delightfully male. Despite his skin being almost completely littered with acne scars and wearing a seemingly permanent flushed-color, there’s no denying he’s handsome, facial wise. The shorts he wore were always obscenely short and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the ladies around the two of you. You hoped they weren’t having any ideas, unless they fancied one inchers.

After what seemed like eternity of stretching and contorting, at least for Sam, the class came to a close. He flopped onto his mat with a dramatic sigh, the sound startling you and a few of the women but he seemed too tired to be embarrassed.

“That was tough,” He finally admitted after he gave up on sitting upright, panting deeply as his muscles throughly protest. The sheepish grin spreading across his face betrayed his body language.

You felt a smile forming on your own lips. Leaning over to give him a kiss on his scarlet cheek, you linger for a moment. It’s accompanied with a gentle pat against his solid chest. “You did great, hun. I’m happy you joined me.”

One of the young women peering discreetly from the left side of the room cringed.

[mascmad]

You want me to read to you baby? Cuddled up next me after I made you cum, as I read aloud you get sleepy falling asleep next to me📚♡

[yskluvr39]

yusuke kitagawa/male!reader !!

— ## second person pov

masc!reader (7)

anon asks: yusuke kitagawa x male reader plz 🙏🏾

A/N: These ending up skewing a bit too gender neutral for my taste, but these were written first and foremost with a male reader in mind. Personally, I dont think Yusuke cares too much for gender when it comes to romance—when he cares about romance at all.

Yusuke somehow manages to strike a balance between obvious and frustratingly vague. Sometimes he's upfront and forward about his feelings for you and other times he says things that make you question everything you thought you knew.

Yusuke remains loyal to his art; if you don't like art, consider yourself thoroughly rejected. He doesn't need you to fully understand it, but you have to at least be able to derive some meaning from it.

He really loves asking you to model for him. He refuses to ask you to nude model for him if you aren't in a relationship yet. Yusuke had no qualms about asking Ann because that was for the sake of art and art alone. You, on the other hand, are a different story. When he formally starts courting you, then, maybe, he'll ask.

Yusuke confesses the only way he knows how: art. He dedicates a painting to you, and, with somehow too much and absolutely no fanfare, asks you out. The painting is definitely a lot, but he asks it so casually while you inspect the it that you might mistake his words as commentary on the art piece.

Yusuke does have a favorite date spot—and it's not an art museum or gallery. While he does like taking you to art galleries, but he see the place as more casual than romantic, since the conversation always revolves around the art. His absolute favorite date spot is the boat rides at Inokashira Park: when there is nothing but the tranquility of the water and you.

If you're a Phantom Thief, Yusuke loves watching you fight. You constantly see him framing you with his hands. If you ever ask him what he's doing, he'll simply smile and say: "Ah, I was just thinking about what a beautiful painting this would make," completely casually.

Yusuke really only has two things on his mind at all times: art and you. He hopes to, one day, create a painting of you that can effect people just like how the Sayuri affected him; to capture your eyes, your face, your body—your beauty—just right so that the world might understand exactly how he views you.

[justghostthings]

Sweet lil bunny tummy :)

[He/xe] 18+

(op is a dude!! straight men and strictly wlw/lesbian based blogs dni!!!!!)

[gh0stlycryptic]

i need Abarat by Clive Barker like i need life. i know he had some health issues recently, but i really hope he will be able to finish book 4 soon. he recently said that he won't be making that many physical appearances so he can focus on his writing, but he said he has like 30+ things he is working on, so i hope Kry Rising is one of them. i am going to be rereading the 3 that are out now, pining for the 4th.

i am also happy that Disney no longer has the rights to Abarat, and they are back in Clive's hands, because they would have ruined it for sure

also, please, please, PLEASE tell me if you are a part of this fandom. i have felt alone for most of my life.

basically, this is a Petition to revive the Abarat fandom and even rope more people in. force your friends to read it, read it to them if you have to. info dump about it, idc, just please, i can't stand feeling like the only one constantly thinking about these books

[kabr0ztrousers]

https://www.tumblr.com/kabr0ztrousers/775960565220802560/how-about-helping-a-penis-having-demon-friend-of?source=share

What about a continuation of this where D texts to make sure you're okay / ask if she needs to make S apologize, and human assures her that it's okay and they really didn't mind... so then D invites human over and human gets spitroasted, with D wearing a strap-on? maybe S eats out human as an apology?

With hair pulling, name calling (degradation, like slut), enthusiastic consent, and more sex-mess!

Thank you!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷 (I might be a regular now hehehe)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 79: Hotter than Hell, part 2

Also entitled: The Apology

Find part 1 here!

And the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology Here!

CWs: Transformation; corruption; fellatio; cunnilingus; face-sitting; group sex; enthusiastic consent; clitoris-to-penis transformation

A/N: It's not 100% to the request, but I love writing tf, so I'm not gonna turn down a glowing opportunity.

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The sending stone in your pocket hummed. You checked it, another message from D'Nzro. You tapped a reply. She kept asking if you were OK after last Friday night when Shg'shthg took advantage of your trusting nature. Handily forgetting, of course, that she was also part of that arrangement. You thought back to that night, getting your brains fucked out before relaxing and watching some truly god-awful movies? Yeah. That was a good way to spend an evening.

The stone buzzed again. She was if you could make it to her place tonight, if maybe you'd want an apology in person. You weren't sure what precisely she had in mind, but the aubergine emoji after the word "apology" gave you a pretty good idea. A shrug of your shoulders and a return message later, you were committed.

D'Nzro's apartment was significantly nicer than yours, a penthouse suite at the top of one of the buildings on the periphery of the city's commercial sector. You weren't sure who she fucked or killed to get digs like these, and you knew better than to pry. The door swung open and you stepped into the living room. The red-hued clouds were visible through the glass fronting as were D'Nzro and Shg'shthg, sat by the pool. You crossed the room and passed through the double doors to join them.

D'Nzro looked over to you, smiling "There's the man of the hour! Shg and I were just discussing how we can... Make things up to you" She got up, and you saw what she was wearing. If her intentions with you weren't clear already, her outfit left little to chance: Studded leather straps covered what little of her body she chose to, barely hiding her nipples and her cunt, deep black against the medium-brown of her smooth, glossy skin.

"What do you have in mind?" It's always fun to play coy

"Well, as you know, it's entirely possible for us to make you a demon"

You nodded

"The only thing is, there's certain... Formalities we have to observe to make it happen." She continued "Namely, it has to be part of a deal"

Shg'shthg spoke up "We'll make you a demon, with all that entails, and in return-"

"In return we get a fucktoy for the evening" D'Nzro cut him off

You grinned and held out your hand "Deal"

The demons fell upon you. They lay you on your back, pulling off your jeans and boxers as D'Nzro abandoned the straps she was wearing on her lower half. The succubus crouched over you, feet on either side of your head. "Ready?"

You nodded. Her hand was in your hair in an instant, grabbing a chunk and pulling your face into her cunt. You could feel yourself hardening as she ground her pussy against your mouth, fucking herself with you as you held your tongue out, tasting her juices.

You felt the other demon kiss your cock. He was gentle at first, planting small ones on the tip and the shaft, before licking your cock from base to tip, teasing your frenulum as he did. You felt him take you between his lips, running his tongue around the head of your cock. He started sucking faster, taking more of you in his mouth. You could feel your balls tighten as the head of your cock slipped into his throat.

"Cum" D'Nzro commanded. You obeyed.

You groaned as your cock spurted into Shg'shthg's mouth. D'Nzro rode your face harder, sticking her clit into your mouth for you to suck on as she squirted on your face.

You stayed for a moment, face pinned to one demon as another sucked on your twitching, aching cock. Then they flipped you over.

Now Shg'shthg's cock was at your asshole, the thin tip oozing that familiar, delicious precum, dripping on your tight, puckered anus. D'Nzro stood in front of you, holding her cunt as her eyes fluttered a moment. You watched as her body changed.

Her clit started to swell, lengthening and thickening. It was gaining inches by the second. The tip flattened, widening into a flare as the base grew a knot. You heard the succubus in front of you whimper a little as her new cock dribbled precum in front of your face, matched by the thin strand of wetness dangling from her cunt, shimmering where a ballsack would hang.

You extended an hand to stroke the wet folds between her legs. A finger sank into her cunt, aided by her squirt and your spit. You drew her towards you. Your other hand held your asscheek, pulling it open to display yourself. Your tongue stretched to the equine flare in front of you as your hips raised slightly, inviting the tip poised at your entrance.

The demons stopped teasing. D'Nzro moved first. She stepped forwards, slamming her cock into the back of your throat in an instant, hips thrusting against your tonsils as your finger buried in her struggled to catch up.

Shg'shthg followed suit, pressing inch after inch of long, tapered cock into your ass.

The two moved in rhythm, pushing and pulling at the same time. You felt the cock in your throat push through your body's attempts to resist. The flare was burying itself in your throat, reaching almost to your stomach. Every thrust drove the air out of you. You can't suffocate in Hell, you don't need to breathe. Nobody told your gagging throat, or your spinning head. Every push in your mouth forced you down deeper onto the other demon to boot, furiously hammering your prostate as your cock rubbed against the cushions of the sun lounger. It was your turn to leak precum. You could feel the puddle of fluid under you, slick and sticky, coating your belly in your scent.

The cock in your mouth started to move more erratically. D'Nzro's dagger-like nails dug into your scalp as your fingers twisted in her dripping cunt. Every move you made caused her to gasp, to break her stride a little.

The one in your behind was a different story. Shg'shthg kept a metronome rhythm, inhuman cock grinding on your pulsing prostate in both the in- and out-stroke. Tears welled in your eyes as cum squirted from you, your cock aching as it spat out each subsequent load. You didn't think there was even any cum left in you, just the feeling of your balls trying to climb back up into you with every stinging, aching, whining climax.

Finally, D'Nzro came. Her cock swelled up as she forced her knot past your teeth, the throbbing ball of meat trapping her in you. You could smell her cunt, sweet wetness mixing with salty, musky sweat. You wished you could taste her cum. She was so deep in your throat it went straight into your belly. You could feel in inside you, filling you up as it squirted into you. Every pump distended your belly a little more, and she wasn't in danger of running out.

Shg'shthg followed suit. One last mighty shove and he was all the way inside you, your asshole tight around his base as he unloaded. His seed flowed into your bowels, filling you from the other end. Demon cum bloated and stretched you, keeping you rock hard and painfully leaking even as they stood still, huffing and groaning as their cum flowed into you. The demon-seed must have had aphrodisiac properties, or you enjoyed this more than you thought. Even as they stood, holding their cocks in you, your own cock stayed at an agonising half mast, throbbing and leaking its way to yet another release.

This one didn't stop. Instead, it built. Every pump of cum growing stronger and thicker. You felt your belly becoming stretchier, your throat coming under your complete control as you rippled your muscles against the unholy cock filling your stomach. The repeated orgasms didn't hurt any more, though you felt like they could if you wanted. Lastly, a strange pressure erupted on your forehead. Two small horns pressed outwards.

The deal was done. With a bellyfull of cum, and a cock buried in either end of you, a new demon came to be.

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You know what would help? Just a little bit? If I actually post these when I finish them.

Anyway, here's your periodic reminder that if you want to see anything, please go ahead and drop an ask, It'll go into the queue and I'll get to it in about 50 days at this point

[1over-b0y]

jess mariano x masc!y/n

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin Da Silva | 153/?? 💻

[s6xpunk77]

I know you already made a “you’re dating Belch Huggins” post but could you do a MLM version too if you have the time?/NF

Thank you!!! <3

Dating Belch Huggins (MLM)

(This wont be very good cause well im not a man so i dont have experience for this shit😭, but i hope it was worth the wait.)

Being in a relationship with one of the bower boys isnt really ideal, especially it being a gay relationship.

Tbh this relationship is toxic, you obviously want to feel loved in public but since he cant provide that, unless its night, you feel a bit unloved.

He gets possesive and jealous real quick, if someone unexpected tries being too friendly, he will notice. Of course, he cant just go up to you and tell the person to fuck off, so he would either suffer with his thoughts the whole day or confront you in the bathrooms.

This will most likely result into him stalking you at school.

Once belch finishes dropping all the boys off, he goes straight to your house.

He would take his anger out on you, punch and kick you as he says, "Youre not a girl its fine."

Car sex 24/7 👀

Leaves secret letters in your locker/bag

Belch is the kind of guy who likes to get a bit risky once in a while. It can vary from either him talking to you in general to yall getting freaky in his car while skipping class. He doesn't want to get caught but he likes the adrenaline rush.

@st4r-cr0ssed-l0v3r

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Vinnie Gallo

Happy Thirsty Thursday

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X MASC READER

summary : you’re excited to finally use that planet fitness membership you purchased because you want to achieve gains like your idol, sam sulek. what happens when you spot him on the only pull up machine in the gym?

skinny reader , insecurity , swearing , meet-cute & meet-sexy , one shot , no smut

You finally did it. You got the membership and you’re one step closer to achieving your goal physique. You stand nervously in the gym, feeling a bit overwhelmed amidst the clanging weights and the hum of the treadmills. Where should you start? Pull-ups are good for big shoulders right?

This Planet Fitness has only one pull-up machine and the guy using it is huge.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to approach the machine. As you got closer, you realized just how intimidatingly massive the guy currently preoccupying it was. He was as if one of those larger than life influencers walked out of a phone screen.

His posterior was as sculpted as his back under his thin-looking black tee, leaving almost nothing to the imagination regarding his top half. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity when you noticed the cap obscuring his head full of long and pretty bronze curls.

Your feelings of inadequacy only increased while watching the mysterious man preform each pull up with ease, his muscles ripping with each rep. You couldn’t help but admire him from afar, your heart pounding even harder as you continued to watch in awe.

With a flush of embarrassment, you realize how creepy you must seem and you look away wist pretending to be engrossed in the settings on a nearby treadmill.

But fate seemed to have other plans as the specimen of a man finished his set, breathing hard, hopped off of the machine. Landing next you and turning around, manuvering his muscular body gracefully, he reveals himself as none other than Sam Sulek?!

You can’t stop yourself from racking your eyes from his traps to his perfectly sculpted calves. Strong thighs you want to feel beneath your hands, his shorts just indecent enough to expose it all. Is this real?

Fuck. You’re such a pervert. You catch yourself staring and look up at the kind of cute and confused face of your gym idol-influencer-crush. Did he say something?

“Sorry for hogging the machine, dude. I’m finished now.” He apologizes, a hit of nervousness in that same smooth, deep voice of his you’ve fallen asleep to countless times on video. “No, no, you’re good.” You stammered in response to the giant’s infectiously gentle demeanor. Internally you grimaced at how unsteady and high pitched your voice sounded. Letting out an awkward laugh you and he proceed to shift around each other to let the other have a turn on the machine, given Sam’s huge frame in contrast to your tiny one.

Thankfully, filling the silence, Sam takes the initiative to revive the conversation and the two of you have a light hearted back and forth while he takes a break after finishing his sets. You hesitantly share that you’re new to lifting, gesturing to your gangly physique, and that you actually don’t know how to do a proper pull-up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam.” He introduces himself out of the blue, extending a confident hand. It begins to dawn on you when your shaky and slightly sweating digits meet his that he doesn’t know you’re a fan. He shakes your hand firmly, his white smile only widening. “Don’t worry, everyone’s nervous when they start. I can show you the ropes if you want.”

Your nerves instantly eased up at Sam’s friendliness and you couldn’t stop your face heating up from his brief touch. The two of you moved in sync to the pull up machine while Sam began to explain his technique. You tried to focus on his instructions, but it was hard to concentrate with his close proximity and his overwhelming presence.

Attempting your first pull up, you couldn’t help but steal fleeting glances at Sam, who stood nearby offering encouragement.

You’d take the secret to the grave if it meant the start of something more.

[local-mysterys]

You know it's bad when you decide to go to church randomly for the first time in like 10 yrs.

[richesthermit]

hi hi ‼️ double life pearl names and pronouns mayhaps❓ thank you❗️

of course! Here you are!

❀ NAMES : - aderyn - aife - ainsley - ciarán - cinzia - deirde - dearg - desdemona - echo - elda - ervina - faye - kismet - rene - talia

❀ PRONOUNS : - red/reds - heart/hearts - bro/broken - fa/fate - sno/snow - bark/barks - wolf/wolfs - soul/soulmate - witch/withces - axe/axes - iso/isolate