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Cote de Pablo on Off Duty: An NCIS Rewatch âłÂ TIVA are Together Again
#cote de pablo#tiva#ncis#ncisedit#ncis off duty#my gifs#my posts#mine: cote de pablo#mine: tiva#userannalise#usersof#tusergabs#cinemapix#userthing#dailyflicks#usersource#celebedit#userstream#filmtvdaily#dailywomen#useroptional#getting screen records of this has been my villain origin story idk if i can do this again#the quality has taken such a hit but at least it's something and it's giffing cote sooooo :)))#feels like i'm being factory reset to 2020 making sets of her again#anyway she looks so pretty and she's such a cutie here i love her ;_;#these look better on web i swear
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[ID: Edited pages from Trigun Volume 10 Chapter 7, overlaid with lyrics from "Death Valley" by Fall Out Boy. The lyrics are from Genius and highlighted in russet orange.
Vash and Wolfwood sit together on a couch and clink shot glasses. They drink and sit with tired, solemn expressions. â "'Cause we are alive / here in death valley."
Wolfwood's eyes are foggy as he says, "It was harsh of me... to say all yer smiles were empty." A flashback shows Wolfwood smiling at Vash in their first meeting. Confetti starts to drift down from the sky, and Wolfwood looks up with surprise. â "But don't take love / off the table yet."
The church bell of the orphanage's chapel tolls as confetti flutters down. Vash looks desolate at he sits beside Wolfwood, whose eyes are shadowed as the bottle falls from his hand. â "'Cause tonight, / it's just fire alarms / and losing you." End ID]
Crazy how Fall Out Boyâs entire discography is about Trigun. Yeah the whole thing. Wild
#i swear to god i had a better caption for this but HELL if i remember it#anyway. nobody ask how long this took me.#trigun#described#described by me#my posts#my web weavings#kay talks#closing my eyes while hitting post i've tinkered with the panels and quality so much that i'm getting nauseous looking at this in drafts#trigun spoilers#ALMOST FORGOT THAT SORRYYYYY#trimax spoilers#wolfwood#vash saverem#trimax
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I dont look like a coding kid
bc im not that kinda coding kid. robots suck. robots are for nerds. I'm past that. I make websites <3
Cool websites about books and my fictional worlds. So im clearly not a nerd.
#coding#this feels like I shouldnt be apart of#im lying guys I make 2000's bad websites in notepad++#i suck at styling#I trying to get better i swear#web design#teehee look at me putting important tags in my post i hate myself
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You know who'd talk you through it? Bucky. Bucky would talk you through it. I'm feral therefore this is feral. I always say I'm sorry after writing shit like this but this time I'm genuinely sorry, lost sight of the plot.
18+ af, minors dni
I'm gonna finish a wip, I swear, but just imagine for a moment, Bucky being intimate with the most soft shy little bunny ever and learning what she likes based on all the pretty moans and squeals he can pull out of her. He gauges what she's into based on how fucking soaked his balls get from the way she drips on him. Her pussy gets so tight around his dick and he knows whatever he's doing is working because she
She was too scared to tell him anything about what she liked so there was a lot of experimenting in the start. He took it soft and slow at first, basking in how warm her body felt against his, relishing in those quiet sighs she makes when he rolls his hips. For a while he thinks that's as vocal as she gets until a slightly harder thrust of his cock makes her squeak, her cunt clenching around him. His eyes widen at this new found discovery, thrusting harder and harder each time, that squeak turning into a slutty moan.
So she can get louder...
It's become a game for him, talking you through every single orgasm he pulls from you, growing more and more feral over how vocal you are when he does something new.
"Mmph, fuck yeah, that's it baby, moan f'me" He coos as he fucks his fingers in you faster while kneeling in front of you, his own knees keeping yours apart. He's truly playing with your body to his own delight having you naked, legs spread far apart with your pussy on display for him. He loves fingering you because he gets to look at your entire body whither beneath him. Little does he know how crazy it makes you because while he towers over you, eyes raking over your pleasure consumed form, you're admiring him right back. His thick pink cock is so full and hard standing achingly tall. His balls look deliciously heavy and you love the way he uses his knees to keep you spread because he ends up showing off even more of his sac and you are rightfully obsessed.
Your clit makes him drool. It's so perfectly sensitive and he's perfected licking, rubbing and sucking it till your gushing on his face and pulling his hair.
"Y'like that huh baby" He whispers to himself when he rubs faster and you start to claw at his arms, your back arching off the bed, moans growing louder. He watches your reaction like a predator watching it's prey waiting for the perfect moment to let you fall.
"Y-ess" You manage to cry out but Bucky thinks you can do better.
"Y'know what m'gonna do now bunny?" He knows you can't answer but based on the way your clit is throbbing against his fingers your attention is 100% on him. You loved his dirty talking and he's going to keep going until the sheets need to be changed. "M'gonna lick and suck on that pretty little clit of yours, you like that, don't you?"
You frantically nod and he lets out a breathy chuckle, his own cock getting wet at the thought of tasting you.
"Lookit what you do to me" He pulls his hand away making you look down so you can see him squeeze his cockhead, smearing his arousal onto your swollen bud, tears falling from your cheeks from how erotic and dirty he was. He rubs his tip all over not bothering to muffle his own whines and whimpers, "M'so fuckin' sensitive here baby" He'd never miss a chance to edge you both, your most sensitive parts rubbing against each other until he's done teasing. "See how wet you make me bunny? You're not the only one who gets soaked baby, shit you make me so wet"
You can see clear sticky webs clinging from his cockhead to your clit as he continues to tap and rut himself against you, "Don't worry baby, I'll clean up the mess I make"
He goes down between your legs, starting off with tentative licks like a kitten. That's before he lets those pouty lips of his seal around you, suckling with needy gurgles as if he were drinking milk. He groans at the taste of his own precum he marked you with, your taste combined with his makes him nearly cum.
"O-OOH-" The squirm of your legs are held still by his arms. He doesn't know how anyone other than you can look so adorably sweet and slutty at the same time with your eyes rolling back, jaw slack, sinful sounds filling the room, your white cream making a mess on the sheets. His dick is dripping and while he'd love for you to finish on his face, he knows that's not your favourite way to cum.
No.
Your loudest moans are when your filled with his cock while he plays with your clit with his lips by your ear.
Favourite position? You're not picky but he knows the ones you love the most. Your pussy gets so tight when he puts you in the sluttiest ones.
"Good girl, good fuckin' girl" He whispers tugging your earlobe between his teeth while maintaining a brutal pace, the sweat slicking his chest hot against your back. You're kneeling while he fucks you from behind, holding your body up, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other holds your hip. He wasn't sure how you'd feel about being choked until you squirted on him the first time he did it. "You love my fat cock don't you bunny, slut for big dick-" He brings his hand down to slap your clit making you sob, your wetness squirting onto the sheets, body limp in his hold, "Baby, you're soaking my balls, should make you suck them clean"
You moan louder.
Bucky smirks.
He's going to keep going.
"You like that don't you, you wanna lick my balls clean angel? Empty them first and then get down and suck 'em. Suck my cock, drink up all the cum that's still dripping after I cum in you"
That's all it takes. You're cumming without warning but Bucky's gonna make your orgasm last minutes if possible, his dirty talking getting filthier with each clench of your pussy.
"M'gonna be all sensitive for you angel, y' know how hard m'gonna cum for you? Gonna keep on cumming until I'm all empty"
"You're such a slut huh, you'd suck my cock even if it was soft-oh shhit baby-you like that too? You like me turning soft for you? You want daddy to get subby for you baby, hm?"
"I-I-Oh god James!!!" You whine and desperately try to fuck yourself back on him to prolong how good he's making you feel, all these feral thoughts too much-He reaches to pinch your clit, now rolling it between his fingers and you nearly pass out-
At this point anything he says doesn't matter. Maybe it happens. Maybe it doesn't. He just says anything and everything that clouds both your fantasies that make you sob and sob from overstimulation.
"I can be subby for you bunny, y'know that. Tell daddy what you want, you can have anything y'want"
"Love when you lick my balls, clean my cock. Shit, y'know I'd let you touch me anywhere baby"
The very thought of what that entails sends you into a second orgasm.
"s'that it? You wanna taste daddy, bunny? Touch me where no one else has? Hm? Just my bunny putting her cute little tongue on my-
"FUUCCCKKKKKKK" You fall forward and love being smothered by him, lying flat on your tummy while he mounts you from behind letting his full body collapse on you.
"So little under me, no where to run, you make me wanna breed you when you're like this baby, wanna give you all of my cum.
"Bucky-Buckyy!" Your muffled screams and taut body have him pounding you harder, your orgasm squeezing cum out of his body even though he want's to hold it. You make it impossible He's still gonna talk you through it all while falling himself.
"I know, I know baby, feels good-s'good-oh God you're milking my cock bunny-fuckk" His hips stutter to a grind, "Shit I can't st-top, God y/n please-want it-need you" He's babbling at this point, the both of you utterly gone, floating in bliss. He's going to clean and take good good care of you, making a mental note of what he did to get you scream this time. He smirks to himself with his new information, next time he'd be more than happy to see you lose yourself while you play with and lick his-
Alright, that's enough.
#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x innocent#bucky barnes x innocent reader#bucky barnes fan fic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky fan fic#bucky fan fiction#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x fluff#bucky barnes x freader#bucky barnes x subby reader#bucky barnes x sub reader#bucky barnes subby reader#bucky barnes x shy reader#bucky x shy reader#dom bucky x reader
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Rules for the Hazbin Hotel, authored by Vaggie:
1. No drugs.
2. No fights.
3. No pranks.
4. No problematic language.
5. No murder (OR TERRITORIAL GENOCIDE WHAT THE FUCK ANGEL)
6. No smuggling in of drugs. Not by sticking them up your ass. Or by hiding them in a pizza box. Or by slingshotting them to the roof. Or getting someone else to. Not at all.
7. No sexual rendezvous with outsiders in the hotel. No SHOWING sexual rendezvous with strangers to people of the hotel either.
8. Make sure the pig/future pets stay in the patronâs room. (This includes eggs!!)
9. No singing Limit singing to once twice per day
10. Stop flirting with the bartender Angel
11. Donât call Husk âHuskerâ unless he allows it.
12. No harassing the staff at all. This includes asking who tops.
13. Donât suggest anything sexual/romantic to Alastor unless you want your head cut off.
14. NO CUTTING OFF PEOPLEâS HEADS
15. NO EATING PEOPLE
16. NO MAKING CHARLIE CRY.
17. Donât ask me to put my spear âinside youâ Angel, what the fuck?
18. Donât turn the interior of the hotel into a swamp?! Keep it contained in your room if you must!
19. No stabbing staff or residents. No matter how much they look like bugs! (OR IF THEYRE NAME IS ANGEL)
20. Donât try and stab bugs if theyâre within 10 feet of another demon.
21. Donât call anyone a âbitchâ OR TALK ABOUT HOW MY NAME SOUNDS LIKE âVAGINAâ
22. Limit Nifftyâs access to sharp objects.
23. NO DEALS ALASTOR
24. No drinking. Limit drinking at bar.
25. No mentioning the Stock Market Crash of 1929. For everyoneâs benefit.
26. Donât blow a hole in the wall.
27. Try to keep roast battles OUTSIDE the hotel. (Or stop picking fights?? Please Alastor I swear to GodâŠ)
28. No spying on the hotel for outside sources or putting technology that can be used against us.
29. No evil laughing in the middle of the night, what the fuck Alastor?
30. No building weapons/war machines.
31. No eggs! (Fine the eggs can stay.)
32. Someone please keep an eye on Niffty. (And the eggs.)
33. Stop touching people ANGEL.
34. Donât make other people storm off HUSK.
35. Respect boundaries.
36a. If Angel looks like heâs about to pass out/cry donât comment. Let him do his thing.
36b. Donât try to talk to Angel if heâs on the phone with Valentino. Honestly donât even mention his phone calls with Valentino.
37. Please donât call Lucifer âDaddyâ
38. Donât turn into a 20 foot tall demon-eating creature unless absolutely necessary.
39. Donât cause angry loan sharks to show up at the front door.
40. NO EXPLOSIONS!
41. Rule #2, âNo fightsâ can be broken if the person youâre fighting is Valentino. Or Adam.
42. Donât lie to your girlfriend or hide the fact you were secretly an angel.
43. DONT TALK ABOUT PEOPLEâS TITS (or lack of)
44. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING A BEDROOM ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONEâS HAVING MAKEUP SEX
45. Donât give people makeovers while theyâre sleeping, ANGEL!
46. Donât pretend to eat someoneâs pet, ALASTOR
47. Donât die.
48. I never want to hear the words âcum-pleteâ again.
49. STOP HAVING FIGHTS ACROSS THE BUILDING LUCIFER AND ALASTOR!!
50. If Charlie is passed out on the couch LET HER SLEEP
51. No making bombs in the hotel Cherri!
52. Stop breaking rules and then saying itâs âFOR SIR PENTIOUS!â
53. Angel donât try to shoot someone if they break spaghetti.
54. Donât break spaghetti. Or âruinâ Italian food. Whatever the fuck that means. This apparently includes pineapple on pizza.
55. Donât mention Valentino unless Angel brings him up first.
56. Donât comment on Angel and Huskâs flirting.
57. Only call Angel âAnthonyâ if things are serious (or if youâre Husk)
58. Donât use any of the nicknames Husk and Angel use for each other. This includes but is not limited to: âWhiskersâ, âLegsâ, âKittyâ, âWebsâ, âTonyâ, âLoveâ, and âBaby.â
59. Itâs better not to question whatever facts Husk gives about his past.
60. Family dinners at 6 pm unless you canât make it due to prior obligation. Game nights after on Sundays.
61. No hunting people for sport and NO KNIFE MONOPOLY.
62. Donât attach knives to a roomba so you can have a âboyfriendâ Niffty.
63. Keep Niffty away from Roombas.
64. Alastor, treat people with decency. Really, itâs not that hard.
65. No making giant ducks that breathe fire to chase people around the hotel just because they call you short.
66. Therapy. Everyone.
67. DONT HAVE SEX ON THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?!
68. If Valentino enters the property you have permission to stab him.
69. âHell is foreverâ is bullshit. You guys arenât. You can do this.
#stupid hazbin hotel lists#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel memes#hazbin hotel vaggie#vaggie hazbin hotel#vaggie#angel dust hazbin hotel#husk hazbin hotel#charlie hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#lucifer hazbin hotel#sir pentious#cherri bomb#niffty#hazbin hotel crack#chaggie#huskerdust#angelhusk
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Hi! I know you just wrote a cockwarming fic with Alastor, but I was just wondering if you would be able to do one with Lucifer? Iâm drooling just thinking about it. Thank you!
absolutely i donât mind doing the same shtick but with other characters! i took a similar approach kinkwise but obviously itâs still different, hope you enjoy <3
warnings: cockwarming, lucifer is kinda a sub but not entirely, exhibitionism, not caught this time, creampie, gn reader i think in terms of body, lucifer calls you birdy, kinky reader and kinky luci, also not proofread, swearing and some dirty talk lmk if i missed any!!
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You sat on Lucifers lap, toying with his hair that peeked out of his hat. Lucifer insisted he had company to one of his all important long of hell meetings, however things went left when Mammon urged the king to come to one of his performances, that was definitely for the kings benefit and not just so Mammon could leech off his fame. So there you two sat, up in your own custom web which Lucifer was very much against but Mammon was pushy persuasive. So far things had been a bore, you sat on Lucifers lap paying more attention to the intricacies on his suit rather than the clowns on stage. Lucifer also seemed pretty bored, huffing and puffing occasionally, while muttering into your ear about how this was a scam or how heâd done this act a thousand times, needless to say you both be better off back at his home.
Eyeing up his bored face you casually traced your fingers along his jaw. âHey Luce,â You whispered to him softly, his eyes casting down to you. âWanna have a lil fun?â You grinned cheekily wiggling your hips against his, immediately he sucked in a breath, eyes closing. Lucifer wasnât really good at hiding the need he had for you, often he would crumble under your hands, rarely he decided to be big and domineering, he much preferred when you had the power over him. Felt nice giving up power to someone after all the rest of his eternal life in hell there was no other choice but to stay in power.
âWhatever you want, birdy.â He cooed, eyes casted toward the stage acting as though he was indifferent to you. You unzipped the zipper on his white slacks, and reached your hand inside to palm his soft member. He wasnât really insecure about being soft around you he was quite prideful in his body no matter the state, occasionally heâd feel not good enough but that typically had nothing to do with his looks, which you admit to being quite jealous of. You palmed him through his briefs, head rested on his shoulder you were annoyed at how the collar of his coat got in the way of his neck, prohibiting you from leaving pretty bruise marks on him. The king twitched, and coughed out fakely to cover the groans he wanted to make, he couldnât help how sensitive he was when it came to you, it was like you had this spell on him.
Wiggling yourself closer to him you whispered to him, lips dragging sinfully across his ear. âWhat if somebody sees you like this Luci?â You purr mockingly, you knew he probably wouldnât give a fuck, heâs been through too much as a king and a fallen angel to care about such things, nonetheless, hearing your scrutinizing tone furthered his arousal. He wasnât, however, proud of the noise he made when your hand came up to tug at his hair at the base of his neck. âOhhh golly,â Lucifer groaned beginning in a moan, he quickly fixed his mouth to act as though he was reacting to the show. âYou want them to see us, donât you?â You urged, feeling him grown and stiffen beneath you, it made your thighs clench with need, and suddenly you were onto more devious ideas. Lifting your garments, you pulled your underwear to the side as discreetly as you could. Lucifers eyes fixed on you, brown raised in confusion. âCmon, letâs relax hm?â You asked, pulling his semi from the restraints of his briefs, pecking his lips as you did so. His eyes closed immediately, mouth chasing your lips as you pulled away, and who were you to deny such a good boy?
Leaning back in you hummed into him, his lips warm and soft, you could feel his lashes flutter against your face as your faces tilted, allowing eachother better access. You sneakily slipped onto him, wincing at the pain that you felt, however Lucifers arms came around to your thighs, helping you slow your pace. You felt every inch of him against your walls, it was hard to not whimper at the feeling of him slotted in you.
As your tongues sloppily danced together, the clown music played in the background, Glitz and Glam came up to perform, and the crowd cheered on. Beside your web was the greed king himself Mammon, who was too observed in the show to notice the fact you and Lucifer were swallowing each other whole. While the two of you sloppily kissed, saliva smearing across each others lips, your body naturally relaxed into his effectively sinking yourself down and bottoming out on his full erect cock.
Sighing against him in revelled in the feeling of him fully inside you, while also enjoying the way he trembled beneath you, not feeling the need to hide any of his desire from you. You pulled away abruptly leaving Lucifer whining, and starry eyed. Jerking up into you Lucifer smiled smuggly at the way you gasped, air entirely escaping your lungs. âHow mean Luci,â You chide playfully lovelingly cupping his cheek. Leaning into your warmth the devil melted against your touch practically purring at you. âWhat can i say birdy, iâm eager to hear you. My favourite sound.â You could tell by the dreamy way he spoke he was already fucked out, and youâve not even fucked yet.
Pecking his cheek you swatted his chest when he tried once again to grind into you. âNo moving, whoever cums first has to call and talk on the phone while the other fucks em silly.â You grin wildly gripping his shoulders, you loved a good frisky game of fun, especially with Lucifer, you found it easy to participate in these types of games. Groaning lowly the devil rolled his neck, hands wrapping around your waist tightly. âAlright, but i'm totally gonna win.â Lucifer stated confidently, his red eyes flipping between you and the show. Glitz and Glam gone, there was some unnamed clown youâd never seen now entertaining the crowd, they seemed to like him.
You wiggled your hips subtly, trying to turn your body around a bit more toward the stage. Part of you wanted the distraction, part of you wanted to tease, either way it was purposeful. âOhhohoo- you are- really playing dirty,â The king stressed, his tone jumping around anxiously as his claws tug into your thighs, undoubtedly drawing some blood. You hummed out an âmhmâ swirling hips round in a manner that could appear as innocent shifting to the outside eye looked casual. Lucifer moaned, curling into the back of your shoulder to bite down. You could feel him twitching almost like a throb, you werenât helping with your involuntary contractions around his cock. âAlright sweetie calm down!â The king urged his voice breathy and panicked as he tried to stall your movements by clenching his arms around you. Unfortunately all that did was drag you nearer, feeling the entire length of him inside you grazing the delicate areas that made you tick.
You choked on your spit surprised by the abrupt sensation, your back arching away from him as you attempted to gain a little friction. âLucifer please donât,â You whined clutching his forarms that were flexed tightly around your torso. You could feel him nuzzling into your back, his heart beating wildly in his chest, then suddenly without any word, he was cumming. He moaned into your shoulder blades, bucking what he could up into you, rocking both your bodies, anything to get you to milk him. He continued to wiggle around recklessly, you clenched and whimpered at the feeling of him filling you, he always had so much in him. Finally after a moment his movement ceased, and like the devil he is, he snaked his hands around to play with you. You moaned as he whispered dirty things in your ear, âWhoâs all needy now huh?,â âCmon i need you raining off this web before we go,â things like that as he brought you to your orgasm.
You saw stars as you came, his dick still snuggly inside you as you clenched and came undone around him, head thrown back in bliss. After a moment of catching your breath you peered around, humility coming back into you, you spun around speedily, burying your face in Lucifers neck, who looked just as fucked out as you were. âGuess we gotta do this again over the phone?â Lucifer asked breathlessly, you huffed out a laugh at that. âYep, loser.â You teased already thinking up all the naughty things you could put him through while heâs on call.
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Oooh how about Yandere Miguel who locks his s/o away in an apartment like place (it's actually really nice) that's hidden somewhere in the spider society headquarters that only he knows about because he's extremely possessive and he's afraid of them getting hurt. Since they are just a regular human being, there's not much they can do about it. When he checks on them he's all loving and sweet but he's still very controlling. Maybe Miles or Gwen accidentally finds them and attempts to rescue them and Miguel gets PISSED.
Donât Think You Can Escape
âżàžș Paring âłâ„ Miguel OâHara x F!Reader
âżàžș Summary âłâ„ Miles and Gwen continue to run from the Spiders, but at a dead end, they come across something neither of them knew.
âżàžș (A/n) âłâ„ Inspired by âLove Taste feat. Jamie Paige & Shikiâ by Moe Shop. Iâve got an announcement! Celebrating the movieâs release, I will be releasing my own Miguel OâHara book! Be on the lookout. Anyways, requests will remain open for a few more days before I close them. You guys have the best ideas!
âżàžș Word Count âłâ„ 2.6k
âżàžș Content Warnings âłâ„ Female reader, angst, pet names (Amor, baby), blood, bruising, branding, violence, talk of marriage, threats, death, chokingâŠ
âThis way!â Gwen shouted, dodging the incoming webbing from the other Spider members.
Miles followed her closely, following her and taking turns that she thought she was familiar with but it led them to a dead end. His head snapped in the direction of their shouts.
Gwenâs gizmo was tossed a while ago, realizing that there may be a chance of a tracker, she didnât want to take any chances.
âWhat now?â MIles heavily panted, their voices getting louder by the second.
She takes a second to think, she places her hand on the wall as support but it lights up. She could hear rumbling on the other side, like something turning. She pounded her fist against the metal wall and it was clear that it was hollow.
âMiles, help me open this.â She said.
âAre you sure?â
âWe donât have any other option.â
âAlright then.â
Miles stood on one side and Gwen on the other, they both used their webbing to force the hidden, metal doors open. Both of them loudly grunt as the doors slowly opened.
âOne three.â Miles nodded, âOne⊠Two⊠THREE!â
The two simultaneously jump in at the same time, practically tackling each other. The doors slammed shut with a loud bang and soon, they could hear other voices up against the door. It made his heart drop, yet he relaxed when the voices dispersed.
Gwen stood up first, taking off her hood and mask to take a good look around, âWhat is this place?â Miles asked her.
She hesitated in shrugging, âIâm⊠Iâm not sure. I donât think I saw this place on the map.â
âDidnât think the gizmo had a map.â He stood as well, âCould it be another sector?â
This time, she shrugged, âIt clearly wasnât labeled, otherwise weâd be caught by now.â
âOkay then, what now?â
Gwen looked forward and into the dark but barely lit tunnel, âWe keep moving forward.â She walked into it.
âIâll follow your lead.â Knowing that Gwen knew the headquarters better than him.
The two walk through the long, narrow hallway. It made Gwen shiver and keep her guard up. But she kept her sights forward, following a light that seemed to be peeking out from under the door.
Their footsteps rang and Miles swears he could hear his heart racing. As much as he enjoyed a break from being chased, he began to worry. What happens now? How will he get out? What about Gwen?
All kinds of questions raced through his head⊠Was either of them going to get out of here?
âMiles!â Gwen looked back at him, worried, âI know that youâre panicking but I need you to focus, everything will be alright.â
âWill it?â Miles huffed, arms crossed, âYou saw how freaked Miguel was. Thereâs no way out of this, Iâm sorry I dragged you into this.â
âHey, weâre in this together. Okay?â
Miles takes a deep breath, âOkay.â
âBesides, we can think of something when weâre inside.â
Miles stopped in his tracks, âInsid-?â A door. Windows, a few feet from the door, pitch black and barred.
âI think this might be the place Peter was talking about.â Gwen smiled, walking up to the door.
âHe knew about this?â
âItâs more like suspected. He saw Miguel disappear a couple of times and believed he had a secret place to get away, this must be it.â Slowly she twisted the doorknob.
Miles reached out and grabbed her wrist, âThen are you sure we should be sneaking into a place where Miguel visits.â
âI said suspected. Itâs a chance this may now be it and besides, heâs too busy running around the base looking for us.â She ignored Milesâ protest and opened the door, it was unlocked, âNow thatâs suspicious.â She mumbled.
The two enter the room. Both of them were awed.
It was like a normal home, furnished well, like any other home. The home smelled freshly cleaned, but plates and cups were set on the table, like someone was expecting guests. While Gwen looked around the rooms, Milesâ attention was to the photos.
It was Miguel, along with a woman. He followed the array of photos. At first, the woman seemed to be happy but as the photos went on and on, he could see it in her eyes⊠Fear, fear and more fear.
âI always knew Miguel was crazy but-â
âNo.â Gwen immediately retorted.
âDidnât you see the photos, heâs obviously obsessed with this woman.â
âIt canât be him.â
Miles sighed, âGwen itâs him. This is probably the home to bring her to the base.â
âThatâs the thing, sheâs already here.â Gwen pointed to a room, âI saw her when looking around, sleeping soundly, too soundly.â It remained silent between the two.
His head snapped to the direction of the door opening, âHide!â She harshly whispered, pushing Miles into what seemed to be a guest room, and shoving him into the closet.
Miguel entered the home with a heavy huff, slipping off his mask and his hair puffed up a little. He runs his hand through his hair a couple of times before calling out, â(Y/n)! Iâm home!â But all he is met with is silence.
But thatâs when he hears the slow footsteps, âMiguel?â You groggily spoke, âYouâre home early.â
âActually, Iâm home on time. Did you sleep?â You tiredly nod, âDid you just wake up?â You nod again, âAwe, my poor baby.â He cooed, welcoming you in his arms.
But youâre too tired to push him away, the house was freezing and you needed something warm. You felt one hand come to your neck and his claws lightly dragged over where used to be your-
âWhereâs your necklace?â He demanded the second he felt the open skin, âWhere is it?â He growled.
âI-I took it off.â You managed to say, scared that he may dig his claws into you.
âWhy?â His voice was like a growl, dark and deep.
âBecause it was hurting my neck, it left a bruise.â You cowered. Your necklace was more like a choker. It was mainly black but it had red and blue stripes, along with gold ornaments.
It wasnât because of the pain you took it off, it was because his last name was engraved on it. It made you feel worthless, like someoneâs property. Before you took it off, you began pulling off the small gold pieces and then when he wasnât home, you tore it into pieces. Hopefully telling Miguel that you didnât need it or that there was no need.
âYou shouldâve told me sooner.â His voice returned to normal as he released you from his arms.
âBut I did.â You mumbled.
âWhere is it?â
âOne the dresser.â You watch him enter the bedroom and come back a few moments later, the choker in hand.
âMustâve been hurting you a lot.â Miguel can see little droplets of blood left behind, âDonât worry about it.â
You let out a sigh of relief.
âIâll get a new one.â Your heart dropped, âI was thinking about it for a while.â
âDo you think I could go with you?â Your hurriedly asked, âIf I can chose a-â
âNo.â He sighed, âI said it before and Iâll say it again. You stay here, why canât you understand that?â
âIâll stay with you-â
âNo!â He shouted, âIâve given you everything! A home, food, clean clothes! Arenât you grateful for everything I did for you?!â
Your eyes begin to water, âO-Of course I am!â
âThen why donât you just listen to why I say no?!â
You jump, âMiguelâŠâ You whimper, âYouâre scaring me.â
His blood red eyes soon turned to his beautiful brown ones, they softened, âPerdĂłname, amor.â (Forgive me, love.) One hand comes to cup your face, âItâs just⊠Itâs dangerous out there, you saw it yourself. Remember?â
âI doâŠâ
âI wouldnât want to hurt you.â
â...Why would you hurt me?â You begin to panic, âI-I thought you said-!â
âThat I wouldnât hurt you. I mean it, but when it comes to breaking the rules I set, I must do what needs to be done. Iâll just have to cut off your beautiful legs. Breaking them wouldnât be enough.â He kissed your forehead, âIâll be back in a couple of hours. I love you.â
His grip on your face tightens when he doesnât hear the words, âI-I love you too, Miguel.â
It made him smile widely, âBe patient for me, amor. Iâve got a surprise for you.â
And with that, heâs out of the door. Hearing the doors lock, youâre left alone in the empty and freezing house.
You cry on the spot, finally breaking in fear. Your body felt uncomfortably hot, your breathing became staggered and it felt like you were gonna vomit. Your arms wrapped around your body tightly that your nails dug into your sides. Your chest grew right as you fell to the tile floor. Shaking and hyperventilating, your stomach churned as you remembered his words.
âIâll just have to cut off your beautiful legs⊠Breaking them wouldnât be enough.â
Who knows how long you remained on the ground, all you could do was shake. Your chest stung and your heart raced, you were in pain all over again.
âUm, (Y/n)? Was it?â You let out an audible gasp as you saw the two teens in the room.
You pushed yourself off the ground and hurried away from them, âWait!â Gwen put her hands up, âWeâre just here to help. Iâm Gwen and this is Miles.â
âWho are you- How did you get in here?!â You choke on your words, wiping the tears from your red eyes.
âWeâre just running from the same man.â
You quickly shake your head, âYou guys canât be here!â
âWe wouldâve left sooner but⊠We canât just leave you here.â Miles kneeled in front of you, âLet us help you.â
âY-You canât!â
âYes we can.â Gwen agreed, âWe just gotta pack up and get on out of here. I can get that started. Miles, watch her in case Miguel comes back.â
âHow did get like this?â Miles asked, âI saw the photos.â
â...I met him after he lost his daughter and I didnât think it was right for him to try to get into dating so soon but people grieve in different ways. We were supposed to take things slow but⊠But he talked about marriage and it made me scared. I tried taking a break but he found me. From then on, it went downhill.â
âI always knew he was crazy.â Miles mumbled.
âHeâs great at manipulating people, he owns a business.â You responded. Then you heard a thud outside, âMiles, hide.â You push him away, not knowing where he went.
The door opened and in comes Miguel who doesnât look pleased, âI heard them.â He starts, âNo, I heard him.â He stepped closer, the choker nowhere to be seen, âWhere is he?â
âI-I donât know what youâre talking about.â You clear your throat.
âÂĄNo me mientas!â (Do not lie to me!)
âIâm not lying!â You moved back when he reached out to you, âPlease, believe me Miguel!â
âLast time I did, you ran out on me! I have every nerve to not believe you.â He pushed you up against the wall, âWhere is he?!â
âLeave her alone!â Miles comes around and lands a clean kick, knocking Miguel off of you, âAre you alright?â
âMilesâŠâ
Miles puts on his mask, âGwen will be right behind you-!â He dodged Miguelâs webbing, âJust run!â Then he charged at Miguel, taking him head on, âGo!â
You got up and rushed out the door, â(Y/n)!â You heard Miguel, âGet back here!â
You run faster. Your bare feet are padding quickly across the cold, metal floor. Then faster and faster until you nearly run into the wall. Whatever hopes you had are nearly gone when you realize that itâs just a dead end.
â(Y/n)!â You heard Gwen, she lands next to you, âI need you to listen to every word. Iâm going to open the door and let you out, but itâs impossible for me to go with you. But! There are others out there, they are willing to help you. Just run and I promise you that someone will come for you.â
âWhat about Miles?â She hands you to the bag she quickly packed.
âIâm heading there once I know youâre out of there.â Using her webbing, she does the same as before, forcing one side of the door open. She grunts loudly, âGo!â
You jump, tumbling on your feet as you hear the door shut. The sound rang through the base and all that was left was silence. Even on the other side of the door. Nothing could be heard.
You stand, looking around. There was not a single person in sight. But you continued walking, walking, and walking⊠You continued to replay Gwenâs words in your head, not wanting to give up hope. But slowly it died as you continued wandering aimlessly around the base.
âLonely isnât it?â You gasp, freezing in place. You didnât have to turn around to know who it belonged to, âJust like how itâs going to be when you leave. All alone and there is no one to turn to.â
You scoff, keeping your back to him, âIâd rather be alone for the rest of my life than spend one more minute with you.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âYes I do!â
âCome with me and Iâll forget this ever happened, weâll have a fresh start. Or you can continue with these foolish games. You know that youâre better with me than without me.â Miguel sticks his hand out for you to take.
For every step you take back, he takes on towards you, âHow will I know things would be different?â
âYou gotta trust me to know.â
You breath hitched when you felt your back hit the wall. Miguel towered over you with ease, and you hated the look in his eyes. Sorry⊠You hated how soft and apologetic his eyes looked. It also terrified you.
âWhereâs Miles and Gwen?â You ask him now that heâs in front of you, âWhere are they?â
âYou have the nerve to ask me that right now?â
âI do!â You retorted, âNow where are they?â You demanded.
Miguel sighs, âThey are in a place where they wonât bother us nor say anything.â
âYou didnât!â
âIt had to be done!â
âYou bastard! They were kids!â You dropped the bag and pushed him as hard as you could which had no effect on him, âTheyâve done nothing wrong!â
âYou werenât there!â
âSo?! That doesnât give you the right to kill innocent children-!â
Miguelâs hands came around your neck in an instant, you felt the heavy pressure. Panic sets in, trying to breathe, doing anything you could do to get his hands off and breathe. Your eyes rolled back as your vision darkened. Your attempts to kick or push Miguel off fail.
Then he throws you at another wall, the pressure knocks whatever air was left and he watches you have a coughing fit. Youâre too weak to even crawl away from him when he kneels down, âWhy must you be so difficult? Why donât you understand? After all these years, you still donât understand that I am the only person who will ever love you.â
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Friends with benefits
Two long time friends Trent and Brett. A classic story. Met in kindergarten and have been friends since. Grew up together. Spent their holidays together. Graduated together. But then stopped seeing each other as often. Why? Because adult life ain't easy. Brett had to find a job while Trent got into college, graduated and on top of that became a fitness influencer. Brett started his Twitch account and became a gamer, which he had time for, cause how he was constantly doing a different job, depending on what he could find. But both of them always took some time off for a beer with their buddy.
This is Trent
Although he doesn't appear like that, he is a 24 year old male with young looks
On the other hand Brett is also young, but his looks are a bit more mature. Maybe it's because of all the hair
This is Brett
So hairy.
Normal guys, right? Well something was about to change very soon
Friday, August 2nd, 5 PM
Brett:"Hey, dude. Wanna grab a beer later tonight?"
Trent:"Yeah, sure. I am down. Is 8:30 ok? I gotta finish a video"
Brett:"Oh yeah, totally fine. See you then"
Friday, August 2nd, sports bar, 8:33 PM
At the bar Brett waits patiently, only his leg is slightly shaking. Trent comes in through the door. It's kinda funny, cause Trent used to be really insecure and not confident. Now he looks basically like a god. But still, he has this cute shy looking guy whose face doesnt match his body and the fact that he's 24. Brett was kinds jealous, most of the people that didn't know him always thought he was older because of his looks. Trent had the opposite problem. Always had to show ID whenever he went. Yet Brett was probably more jealous about his life in general. He finished school, took great care of his body, which now could help him hook up with anyone he would set his mind to.
Brett:"Hey, maaaan. How are you doing?"
Trent:"Heyyy. Yeah good. You know, single influencer life, haha"
Brett:"The ladies must be driving you crazy"
Trent:"If only it were just ladies. Haha. You should see the messages some of these gay dudes keep sending me. It's insane"
Brett:"You tell me. They always send random shits to my chats while playing. But it's mostly dumb kids."
Trent:"I think we should find you a date for tonight"
Brett:"Nahhh, fuck it. I'm not in the mood. I just wanna chat with my bro."
After a few beers
Brett:"Shut up, you did not!"
Trent:"I swear. She came on to me without a word."
Brett:"So what did you do?"
Trent:"You think I put up a fight? Haha"
Brett:"Maaaan. I want this stuff to happen to me to. That's so hot"
Trent:"Come with me to the gym then, I bet more chicks woukd be into you if you would gain some muscles"
Brett:"You calling me fat?"
Trent:"No, just saying that all that body hair would be good to match with a good body. You're just a walking gorilla right now"
Brett:"Oh shut up twink! Haha"
They finished their drinks, said their goodbyes and went home.
Brett felt amazing. He really needed to get a beer with his best friend. He came back home, sat behind his computer and searched Dark web. He already knew what he was looking for. He wanted to mess with Trent. Just a another one of his pranks. All he needed was Trent's personal item. He found the body swapping website. He read the rules and conditions and filled out his and Trents name. The only next step he had to follow was to go to sleep. And so he did. Only taking off his shirt in the process and collapsing on the bed. Not even brushing his teeth
Brett woke up feeling better than ever. He was used to have a hangover by now, but today he felt great. He opened his eyes and immediately noticed the different sheets. He looked around. This is Trent's place.
Brett:"Trent?" he said, but he heard Trent's voice.
He turned around to get up
His body. He has a different body
Brett:"Holy shit. It worked" he said amused. He looked down at his now soft chest. He got up
Brett:"Oh wow. getting up is so different when you have these hard muscles"
He went to the nearest mirror. And there he was. Trent in his glory. Brett was so happy right now. His prank worked. He is now inside of his best friends body. And the pranks probably won't stop there. Now he can mess with him all he wants. But not now.
He looked from top to bottom how tall and slim his body was. "Almost no hair anywhere. Lucky guy"
He took Trent's phone and snapped a photo to send it to Trent in his body. He knew it would take a while for Trent to wake up so he proceeded in his exploration.
He felt his curly hair. "How come you don't even have widow's peak? So unfair" He traced his jawline, now with tiny baby hair that Brett wouldn't even call a beard. But his sight was now caught by those nice Calvin Klein's. He looked around as if there was someone in the room with him who would judge him. He pulled on the waistband
Brett:"Just as I thought. Also shaved" he grabbed his new dick, that was getting harder and harder by the second, when suddenly his phone received a notification. he let go of his dick
It was Trent. Brett:"Haha, this is gonna be good"
There was a photo of Brett's body, observing his hairy armpits in shock
Trent in Brett's body:"Hey. Got any idea why I am a gorilla now? And why that gorilla looks exactly like you?"
Brett:"Surpriseee. And fuck you"
Trent:"So this is your doing?"
Brett:"Yeah, I kinda wanted to prank you somehow for all the pranks and the gorilla jokes. Joke's on you ape man"
Trent:"Fuck you. So this is reversible?"
Brett:"Sure, man. No worries. We'll meet tonight at the bar again and chat how our day went?"
Trent:"I don't know how to feel about this, bro"
Brett:"Just try enjoying being another person"
Trent:"Do you realise there are some no go things including intimate stuff and hygiene?"
Brett:"Sure I do. I'm already holding your dick in YOUR hands right now"
Trent:"Dude! Not cool. I meant more stuff like shitting etc. But yeah, this too."
Brett:"I gotta say Trent. You have a very nice dick"
Trent:"I'll comment on your size when I find it in the bushes I guess. Have you never heard of trimming?"
Brett:"Keeping it natural, baby face"
Trent:"Fine, let's see each other tonight at 8, ok?"
Brett:"Enjoyyy" Hangs up
Trent:"Jesus, this guy. I hope he doesn't fuck up something or someone"
Starts observing himself. "I must say, It feels good to look like a mature man and not a teenager. All of this hair. And the moustache is hot too. I could never grow this thing"
Trent looked down and had a mischievous thought. "Well, Brett. Since you have already held my dick, I think it's time to step it up. Gonna see if you can last longer than I do" Trent said with a smile and whipped out his new hard hairy dick
Saturday August the 3rd, bar, 8:04 PM
Brett is sitting amused in the bar, eating chips on the table and drinking beer. Winking at the ladies looking at his direction.
A waitress came by his table:"Want another?"
Brett noticed his old incoming body:"Sure, and another one for my friend who just arrived. Thank you, sweetheart" he said as his flirtatious look almost seduced the local waitress
Trent:"You need to stop!"
Brett:"What? I was just flirting"
Trent:"Not that. Stop eating those chips. God knows how many calories you ate already"
Brett:"So you don't mind that I was flirting with her?"
Trent:"Nah, I don't care. I jerked off your dick for like the fifth time half an hour ago"
Brett:"What? You beast. I would have never expected that. Cool. You have a really good dick to jerk off too. I didn't expect to shoot so far tho. Made a bit of a mess"
A couple off bikers started eavesdropping to their conversation and turning heads
Trent:"You might want to quiet down, or we're gonna get beaten up for mistakenly speaking like gay guys"
Brett:"But you gotta admit that my body is not so bad, right? All the hair and everything. You like it"
Trent:"It's not bad, but I prefer being in my own body. I'm used to it."
Brett:"Ok, I'll pretend I didn't hear the part before about masturbation. But what do you say? We didn't even have enough time to see what the life is like in our new bodies. It's only been a day"
Trent:"And your point is?"
Brett:"Let's stay swapped for a while. We can swap back anytime we want. It's reversible. We know almost everything about each other, so pretending to be the other one will be easy. You'll just teach me your workout routine, I'll show you... what games to play and how to set up a livestream and we'll figure it out"
Trent:"Livestream? That's all you got?"
Brett:"Come on, man. We got nothing to loose"
Trent:"I don't know man. It's gonna be complicated. I agreed to leave for a few weeks to work at one of our gym branches in another city. And now you'll be the one that has to go. I think now is not the best time"
Brett:"So? I can update you about everything. We can chat all the time. We can call. And I got nothing to do. Actually, you might need to find some job for those few weeks. And there's never gonna be a better time then now. We're single, ready to mingle. So let's enjoy that month"
Trent:"You wanna stay swapped the whole tĂme I'm gone?"
Brett:"Yeah, I'll be a fitness instructor/viral star and you'll ne enjoying my chill life"
Trent:"Chill life. Man, you won't even recognise your life when we'll swap back"
Brett:"So you agree?"
Trent:"Yeah, what the hell. I'll be a gorilla for a month"
Brett:"Deal. Now, let's see if you'll have a better game in finding a hookup then me"
Sunday, August 4th
Brett sends a text to Trent:"Why do I feel like my body still hasn't gone through puberty?"
Trent:"Piss off. Yours looks like it went trough yours several times."
Brett:"Nah, gotta be honest. I'm really enjoying this lean figure and hairless body"
Trent:"And my dick..."
Brett:"Haha, yeah and your dick. How are you doing in my body?"
Trent:"Feels pretty weird to be so hairy, but gotta admit it's a nice change. Like... feeling so manly"
Brett:"Yeah, but tip for that hairy stomach. Don't cum on it. It's really irritating to get cum from it"
Trent:"Never had the issue in my body, so yeah. Thanks for the tip"
Brett:"No problem. I had to try it out in yours haha"
Trent:"Doesn't this feel kinda gay to you? All the dick and jerk off talk. Appreciating each other's bodies"
Brett:"Nah. We're exploring, man. Who knows if we ever get that chance. Gotta enjoy it"
Wednesday August 7th
Trent:"How are you settling in?"
Brett:"Yeah. Pretty great. I just jerked off to some porn"
Trent:"Ew. I mean the appartement"
Brett:"Whooops. Sorry. Right. Yeah it's nice. Very clean. Very modern"
Trent:"It's yours only for a month so don't destroy anything there"
Brett:"It's kinda poetic right. New appartement, new body, new job"
Trent:"I don't see anything poetic about me playing games in front of a camera"
Brett;"Dude you have to. My fans are gonna wonder what happened to me"
Trent:"Fine. I'll log in tonight. By the way. Dude your feet smell so much when you work out."
Brett:"Work out? You took my body to the gym?
Trent:"Yeah. I had to show off these bushes somewhere, right?"
Brett:"Ahhh thanks man. Looking good"
Trent:"And I think oke girl was checking you... me out"
Brett:"If you can score than go for it. I'm actually late for a date. Or... how do you call it if you're just gonna have dinner and fuck?"
Trent:"Standard hook up man. Please be safe. Wear a condom. And watch our foe those carbs, man."
Brett:"Sure thing, bye"
Monday, August 12 th
Brett:"Dude do you like ever have to shave your face?"
Trent:"Sure I do. I just don't have to do it so often as you. Btw can I please shave off this moustache?"
Brett:"Absolutely not. You'll learn to love it and appreciate it. Just like I will your baby face"
Saturday, August 17th
Brett:"I have to admit I really love showing off your muscles man. I have been doing it constantly at every occassion. So many people turn their heads to take a peak"
Trent:"Yeah I get it. It helps with the confidence a bit"
Brett:"A bit? I feel like I can beat any fucker whk crosses me"
Trent:"Brett, please don't beat anyone in my body"
Brett:"Just kidding, man. How have you been"
Trent:"Well I tried being consistent with the gym. I think your body is doing pretty well"
Brett:"Daaaamn bro. I look good. You really do take care of my body really well"
Trent:"I was actually thinking I could offer this for money. Swapping with people, doing their routines and then swap back. But that's a talk for another time after we swap back"
Brett:"Yeha, sure. Cool idea. Anyway... how was the streaming?"
Trent:"I don't know, man. I think they are desperste for me to say your catchphrases, but they are so cringe."
Brett:"Nah, you have to do that. That's how you get into Tiktoks and become viral"
Trent:"Honestly. I can't wait to get back to my body and to my life back. So we will swap on September 2nd?
Brett:"Yeah. I suppose. Depends how the work will be etc. Anyway I gotta go man. Talk soon"
Trent to himself:"It feels like he's avoiding me with amswering more and more. Trent rubbed his hairy chest, recalling his sweet soft pecs that he missed.
Thursday, August 22nd
Trent:"Hey, man. How is it going?"
Friday, August 23rd
Trent:"Hey. I just wanna know if you're ok. I just wanna talk about the reversal."
Saturday:"please call me back as soon as possible"
Sunday, August 25th
Brett:"I'm ok"
Trent:"What the hell happened?"
Brett:"Nothing I just felt like I needed a break from phone and that stuff"
Trent:"Brett you didn't answer the phone for 4 days"
Brett:"Ok, I was avoiding you, cause I kinda fucked up and was afraid to tell you"
Trent:'What did you do? Is my body ok?"
Brett:"Yeah your body is unharmed. Nothing that bad. We just had a party in the appartement. Broke the TV and... I had unprotected sex with one girl. She didn't know if she was pregnant or not. So I was waiting. And congrats. You're not gonna be a dad"
Trent:"Brett..."
Brett:"I know. I'm so sorry. Won't happen again. Promise. I just got drunk once and it led to this. I'll be good now"
Trent:"Please, don't do anything anymore. I want to switch back"
Brett:"Nah man. We still gotta week to finish. You said until September 2nd."
Trent:"I didn't know you'd do something like this"
Brett:"Please Trent. I'm begging you. Just that one week"
Trent:"Fine. But don't do anything else!"
Sunday, September 1st
Brett:"Hey. Are you packed yet?"
Trent:"Hey. Not really. I planned on packing tommorow. You can come and help if you got time"
Brett:"Sure. I'll come by"
Monday, September 2nd
Trent arrives to the appartement. Brett is on the couch playing video games
The TV is new and there is a PlayStation on the table
Trent:"You didn't tell me you got back into gaming and that you bought all this."
Brett:"Yeha, I missed it. I thought to myself that you'd like it too. So I bought it. By the way. You should see how the fans dig it"
Trent:"Fans? You're live streaming in my body?"
Brett:"Yeah. The gamers are so into it when I'm flexing in the spare time. I even got a viral Tiktok already!"
Trent:"I think we should swap back, Brett. My life is out of your control now."
Brett:"I'm just using all the goods, man. You don't like my body anymore?"
Trent:"Stop changing the subject. I want to swap back"
Brett:"Ok... but on one condition"
Trent:"You want money?"
Brett;"Nah I want to have sex with my body. I want to have sex with you."
Trent:"You have lost your mind"
Brett:"Oh come on. Admit it, that you thought about it. Who gets the chance to fuck their body? To watch their body in the most animalistic moments from somebody else eyes?" Brett flexes his biceps to let Brett watch
Trent:"Brett..."
Brett stands up and goes towards Trent
Brett:"You know you want to kids thus face. To suck this hard dick" he says holding tightly his hardening bulge
Trent:"I... I do. I want to suck my dick"
Brett:"Atta boy"
They begin making out. The fast movements heading towards the bedroom could be described as chaotic, but for them it was a dance of passion. Brett was ripping his old clothes from his old body was all over his body, kissing his neck. Sucking each part of his skin
The kissed even more
Brett began to be more dominant. He gripped Trent's now receding hairline and pushed him down to suck his dick. Trent was choking. But did his best to swallow most of the shaft he now had. He had his dick in his mouth. He couldn't believe it. He is straight and he is sure of that. But this is absolutely different
Brett took his old body by the neck, choking him. "Say you love being in my body"
Trent:"Brett I can't breathe"
Brett:"Fine, let's do this the hard way"
He turned him around. Trent now on all fours. He knew what was coming, but he wasn't ready
Brett spit in his hand and spread it all over the head od his dick. Ready to penetrate his old hairy hole
Trent:"Brett wait... I... Ahhhhhhhh". Trent screamed in pain
Brett:"Yeah. Sorry about that. I'm just so horny. I love your body, Trent. I love every inch od it. Admit you like mine"
Trent:"Brett, please slow down"
Brett:"Naaah, you'll get used to it in a sex"
Trent:"Please, get lube or something"
Brett spit again to where his dick was penetrating Trent's ass. Brett:"Should do it"
Trent was still in pain, but now a new feeling was making him feel better. The pain was now... pleasant? He wanted to feel more. With every thrust from Brett. He felt like shitting himself and cumming at the same time
Brett:"Admit it. Admit you love being in my body" he sped up. Thrusting painfully.
Trent:"Yeah.... yes..."
Brett:"Louder"
Trent:"I do... I love your body. I love being you"
Brett:"Ahhhh. I'm gonna cum. Turn around. I want to cum on your chest"
Trent turned around. He could feel cum leaking from his dick. And now he saw his old face like he never did before. Brett was so into it. His face was full of lust, rage and mischief.
Brett:"Ahhhh. I'm cumming!"
The cum shot all over Trent. Not only on his chest, but also on his mouth and face
Trent watched in awe what just happened.
Brett:"Whew. That was a ride wasn't it? First gay sex. Am I right?"
Trent:"Brett... I?"
Brett:"Oh sorry. I have to catch my breath. You look so funny with my cum all over you. Haha. By the way. I'm glad you love your new body. You get to keep it"
Trent:"Brett, you said we would swap"
Brett:"Yeah I did. That's true. But after this little 'cum over your face' and 'dick in your ass' we made it permanent"
Trent watched in shock as his old body was still standing on top of him. Breathing rapidly and laughing.
Several months later
Hi my name is Brett. Welcome to my only fans channel. If you got any hairy request, hit me up
Brett in Trent's body:"Well this is just pathetic. Man, I knew you'd crumble. But this just seems you lost your mind"
Trent's massive colleague came next to him:"Hey, bro. What are you looking at?"
Brett:"Just looking how one of my friends threw away their life, kinda sad. But whatever. Their life, not mine"
Friend:"Hey, wanna grab a beer later this evening?"
Brett scanned his friend from top to bottom and smiled:"Sure thing. Be there at eight"
Brett thought about switching it up a little. That body would be amazing. But then he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. And flexed
Brett:"Nah. I'm Trent. And I'm keeping this body"
A request from messages (another one who waited for a LONG time, sorry guys) for @swappwas
Hope you like it :)
P.S. written late at night on a phone with a very irritating autocorrect, so please excuse the mistakes
#friends body swap#body swapping#body swap#body switch#body switching#m2m body swap#straight to gay#Straight body swap
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Oxytocin | Coriolanus Snow | i.
One act of kindness from a peacekeeper may be your salvation or your doom. Possibly both.
Warnings: NON-CON, Blackmail, District 8 Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
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Bitterness burns in your gut as you watch the yellowed pages of one of your favorite books curl and blacken amidst the weak flames of the hearth.
You want to cry. You really do. But it wasnât the first and it wonât be the last. The winters of District 8 are infamously harsh and long.
You wouldnât have survived it. So you stare with dry eyes and an empty chest as your childhood memorabilia turns to ash.
A wheezy cough tears through your melancholy. Panic rips through you as you get up and whirl. You dash to a small bed across the room and hunker down near your cousin.
You hold her hand, despising how tiny and feeble it feels in yours.Â
It wasnât always like this. She used to drag you around the cabin, eager to play, her high-pitched laugh bouncing off its molded walls.
Tears you managed to quell before now rush to your eyes.
You cup her face. Sickness has drained the color from it.
âYouâre gonna get better, I swear.â
She gives a weary smile, but itâs interrupted by another fit of wet coughs that makes her entire frail frame shake. Your stomach plummets at the sight. Even you struggle to believe the words that crossed your own lips.
Everyday your younger cousin seems worse off than the one before it. Her medicine has long since run out. So has the food. Your modest wages from working in the factory wonât come for another fortnight. And there are little to no wares left to trade in the rickety wooden cabin.Â
Nothing except you.Â
The mere thought sends a shudder through you.
Though the virtue of some lowly district 8âs guttersnipe isnât worth much, you bet you could easily find a buyer. A warm body is as good as any after all. Besides, you havenât missed the lascivious glares wandering your way sometimes when you hasten through the streets of the city at night.Â
You shake your head.
No.
While your virtue isnât worth much in this awful world, you will hold on to it for as long as you can. Some modicum of dignity. Maybe itâs too much to ask for someone like you, tooâŠgreedy. But itâs the one thing you get in this life. Your one gift. You belong to yourself and no one else.
âHungryâŠâ your cousin whispers between pained exhales. The orange glow from the chimney outlines the sickly grayness of her skin and the sweat dotting her forehead.
You squeeze her hand, rubbing her fingers against yours. Maybe some of your warmth will seep into her. You can only hope.
âI know, Tilly⊠but there isnât any food left anymore.â
At the mention of food, your shriveled up stomach reminds you of its unfortunate existence. Hunger twists your insides, vicious and relentless. As always.
Determination sparks inside you, tiny embers shifting into a furnace of iron hot will.
You rise to your feet.Â
Tilly will not die. You will not die.
You plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flutter closed as she drifts away, her glassy gaze finding the cracks and webs scattered across the ceiling.
She seems to look at nothing at all. It worries you. Tillyâs all you have left, the rest of your family having succumbed to disease, failed uprisings or some accident at the factory.
âI promise to bring food, and something to cure your cold.â
A cold.Â
Another lie. For her or for you⊠who knows this time. Deep inside, youâre aware no common cold lasts this long or is this nasty.Â
But you cling to the lie. Because you need it. Because without it you have nothing.Â
Nothing to wake up for, nothing to go work another unending, grueling day at the textile factory, nothing to suffer another day in the hell that District 8 is.Â
A few minutes later, youâre at the door.Â
Outside, the winter winds swaddle you in their cool embrace. White clouds surround you as you unleash a deep breath. Through the thin soles of your shoes, you can feel the icy stones with each step. You slither through the narrow alleys, hood low on your brow as you ponder the plan you hatched less than an hour ago.Â
Itâs beyond stupid. You could get thrown in jail if caught. Or worse.Â
But what else is there to do?Â
Youâre past the age to sign up for tesserae, and youâd never subject your cousin to the disturbing possibility of being chosen in the next reaping just to fill your stomach.Â
You finally reach the grand marketplace. Itâs crowded with folks, like every morning. You remain hidden by a brick wall, a strategic spot where shadows engulf you, where you can survey the place as you wish. The perfect way to begin enacting your stupid plan.Â
Anticipation has your fingertips twitching against the stones.
You note how easy itâd be to mingle with the crowd, how some of the merchants donât keep a perpetual eye on their wares.
And most importantly, you note the lack of peacekeepers. You squint, seeking a glimpse of the terrifying blue uniforms. Disbelief flutters through you at the realization none of them is here.
Such a chance never presents itselfâŠyet itâs prancing right before you today.Â
As your eyes land on a luscious spread of colorful fruits sitting on a stand a few feet away, your mouth waters.
How easy it would be.
Whenâs the last time you ate anything solid? You can hardly recall.
Slow, ginger steps drag you right before the stand. Busy chatting with a customer, the merchant doesnât see you.Â
Hope blooms inside you. This is your shot. You just need to be quick, so quick he wonât even notice before youâre long gone.
Your tremulous hand creeps out of your coat. The uproarious drumming of your heart fills your ears, louder as your fingers get closer to the tantalizing skin of the fruit.
Just a few inches.Â
âWhat are you doing, little bird?âÂ
Startled, you release a sharp breath. Long, pale fingers cinch around your wrist, causing you to drop the fruit. It hits the wet cobblestones with a soft thud, sending your hopes crashing down alongside it.
You whirl to the stranger beside you.
âYou little thieving whoreâŠâ
Numb with fear and shock, the merchantâs irate curses dwindle to a faint echo.Â
The strangerâs towering frame forces you to lift your gaze to the sky, and you are met with eyes bluer than its expanse.Â
Lost in his unsettling stare, you take entirely too long to notice his uniform. The gear is unmistakable. You have threaded your fair share of the fabric over the years, sewn hundreds of uniforms just like the one before you.
A peacekeeper.Â
A wave of snow ripples through your back.Â
Your entire body turns to stone in his grip, your eyes as wide as plates.
This is exactly what you feared would happen. And now it has.
As stormy irises take you in, you see your miserable life melt in a smoldering sea of blue.
Run.
Itâs the only thought in your head as you jerk your hand away from his fingers.
Your body leaps into action, adrenaline pumping through your veins. White puffs of your short breaths flow around you as you dive into the nearest dark alley, hoping to disappear through a drain hole and lose your pursuer.Â
But you donât get far.Â
Only a few minutes into your panicked race, the hard sole of a boot connects with the back of your knee. A shriek of pain tears from your throat as you tumble to the floor.Â
Wincing, you lift your head.
The tall, lanky figure of the peacekeeper looms over you. Your chest seizes. He holds up the bright red fruit you tried to steal in his right hand. Sunlight limns his frame, threading silver in his white hair, making him appear almost angelic.
How deceptive when he is your doom.
If it weren't for him, youâre convinced youâd have gotten away with it.Â
âHey, I think you forgot this,â he deadpans.
Your brows knit at his casual tone. You wonder if heâs toying with you.
âPlease, I⊠Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean toâŠâ
Mirth illuminates his cerulean gaze as he scoffs, âSo you meant to pay?â
Unsure what to respond, you choke on your words.
âIâŠâ
Silence expands, its oppressive weight clogging your airways.Â
You could lie, or try to. But he saw you, stopped you. He knows exactly what you attempted to do.
So instead of stating your case, you bolt to your feet. Ignoring the needles pricking at your knee where he kicked you, you attempt to flee again.
This time itâs barely seconds before he catches you.
He picks you up and slams you against the wall with frightening ease. Fighting him would be for naught. There is no strength left in you. Still, you try.
The pitiful attempts to claw at his bicep leave the peacekeeper unfazed.
His deathly grip on your neck doesnât relent.
âWhere do you think youâre going, birdie?â
âPlease, my cousin needs me.â
He studies you and your stomach sinks at how empty his eyes are. An errant tear makes a slow descent down your cheek.
He plucks it, the soft pad of his finger tracing the salty trail.
âStop crying. Iâm not like them. You can trust me.â
âYouâre a peacekeeper,â you retaliate, forehead creased in confusion. Peacekeepers exist to enact the Capitolâs will by any means necessary. Their name couldnât be more misleading, as peace is rarely how they go about solving an issue.Â
The blondâs cheek flares ever-so-slightly.
To your utter shock, his hold on your neck slackens.
You gulp a wide lungful of air, rubbing your throat where he held so tight. Itâs sore. You wouldnât be surprised if it were to bruise the next day.Â
âMy nameâs Coriolanus. Whatâs yours?â
While he backs away, heâs still crowding your space in a way you donât like.Â
Stubborn lips remaining sealed, you glare at him. He steps away from you.
âYou donât want to say?â The corner of his plump lips twists upwards. âIâll keep calling you bird then, since you keep trying to fly away from me.â
You gasp when he suddenly tosses the crimson fruit in your hands.
âEat.â
His steely inflection is more order than suggestion. You scowl down at the fruit. Every cell in your body longs to take a bite of itâŠbut you donât.
âWhat?â you reply dumbly.
It has to be some kind of trap. Is the apple even safe to eat? Maybe this peacekeeper is the sadistic type and he wants to watch you wither in agony for his sick pleasure.
Still, the longer you peer at the luscious, colorful flesh of the fruit, the more your stomach growls, begging you to just take a bite even if it means running headlong towards your possible death.
Coriolanus heaves out a deep sigh.
âI can tell from the way you were eying that apple earlier that itâs been a long time, right?â he guesses, all too accurately for your liking.
His gaze holds yours.
âI know what itâs like to be hungry, sweet birdâŠâ You go statue-still as he bends over to whisper in your ear, âSo hungry, youâd do anything for it to stop.â
The faint scent of roses tickles your nose. You smelt it once before, on a lavish dress you spent hours sewing meant for one of the fancy ladies at the Capitol. You recall shoving the tiniest piece of the silk in your pocket and smelling it every chance you got. But the nice scent quickly faded.
Yet that same scent, that crisp, delicate, slightly dizzying aromaâŠIt clings to the boy in front of you.
You glower at him.
âHow would you even know? Youâre one of them.â
His jaw ticks as his eyes flicker.
âEat,â he insists, this time more firmly.
Your insides wrench. You could fight him on it, again. But you have an inkling that this boy, this Coriolanus, usually gets his way.
So you bite into the apple.Â
The sweet juice that coats your tongue and chin afterwards is heaven. The savors explode in your mouth. You could weep. Itâs been an eternity since you ate something this fresh and delicious.
But once you realize his curious stare is on you, you stop eating and hastily wipe your mouth and chin.Â
âSee? Isnât it better?â he inquires smugly.
You donât tell him how good it felt, especially after so long. Days, maybe weeks. You donât know anymore. Every day tends to blend into the other here.
Instead, heated words pour out of you.
âWhy are you helping me?â
He shrugs. âWhy not?â
You donât like his cryptic demeanor. Nor his nice smell. Nor his striking eyes. Nor his sharp, handsome features.
Everything about Coriolanus seems so out of place in District 8.
After a few minutes of silence, he nods and walks away.
âSee you around, sweet bird.â
A shiver travels along your spine.
You wish for the opposite, to never ever see him again. And though the words never escape the confine of your lips, itâs as if he could hear the unspoken venom sizzling the tip of your tongue.
Coriolanus smiles at you as he leaves.
#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#tbosbas fanfiction#ballad of songbirds and snakes#hunger games#dark!coriolanus snow#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosbas
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we all deserve to belong somewhere | STAR TREK: PRODIGY
#kathryn janeway#star trek#star trek prodigy#prodigyedit#my gifs#my posts#mine: prodigy#startrekdaily#startrekedit#trekedit#trekdaily#scifigifs#cinemapix#userthing#dailyflicks#trekgifsblog#usersource#tvedit#filmtvdaily#userstream#useroptional#treksource#startrekgifs#scifiedit#userarmchair#need to learn how to sharpen and colour animation properly because this show deserves the best#idk what i have to offer to this celebration day but here's some rushed gifs#i swear these looks better on web than mobile ;_;#me vs not knowing which 10 scenes to gif and forcing myself to make choices (Y)
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Lie to Girls
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Singer!reader
Word count: 1133
My masterlist :)
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Paige sat alone in her dorm room, staring at the ceiling. She had just gotten off a video call with you, and the conversation had been... strained, to say the least. You were on the other side of the country, promoting your new album, Short n' Sweet. It was supposed to be a celebratory time for both of you, but instead, the distance between you felt more like an emotional chasm than a physical one.
Paige knew she had messed up. She had kept secrets from you, told white lies that grew into something much bigger and more hurtful. She didnât mean to deceive you, but one small lie led to another until she was caught in a web of her own making. She hadn't realised the extent of the damage until now, when it seemed like your trust in her was crumbling.
A knock at her door pulled her out of her thoughts. âPaige, you coming to the common room?â Nika poked her head in, offering a small smile. âWeâre gonna listen to Y/Nâs new album together.â
Paige hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. She hadnât even listened to the album yetâtoo afraid of what she might hear. She knew you wrote from the heart, and if there was anything about your recent rough patch, she didnât know if she could handle it.
âYeah, Iâm coming,â she finally replied, getting up. Maybe listening with her teammates would make it easier.
When she arrived at the common room, the rest of the UCONN womenâs basketball team was already there, sprawled out on couches and chairs. The speakers were hooked up, and someone had pulled up your album on their phone. As the opening track started playing, the room filled with your voice, warm and familiar. It was like you were there with them.
The first few songs were upbeat, celebrating love, friendship, and lifeâs little joys. Paige smiled sadly, remembering when you wrote those songs, how excited you had been to share them with her. She had been so proud of you, so in love. And she still was, even if she had been too foolish to show it lately.
But as the album progressed, the tone shifted. The songs became more introspective, more raw. Paige could feel the tension in the room grow as everyone sensed the change. Then, the soft guitar intro of the second last track, "Lie to Girls," began to play, and Paigeâs heart clenched.
Your voice came through the speakers, softer than usual, almost fragile:
Donât swear on your mom
That itâs the first drink that youâve had in like a month
No, donât say it was just
An isolated incident that happened once
Paigeâs breath hitched. She could feel the weight of your words like a punch to the gut. She knew this was about her, about the lies she had told to keep things easy, to avoid conflict. But now, hearing the pain in your voice, she realised just how deeply she had hurt you.
The song continued, each line a dagger twisting in Paigeâs heart:
Thereâs no need to pretend
Iâve never seen an ugly truth that I canât bend
To something that looks better
Iâm stupid, but I'm clever
Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
Paige swallowed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She glanced around the room, noticing the sombre expressions on her teammatesâ faces. They knew, too. They knew what this was about.
You don't have to lie to girl
If they like you theyâll just lie to themselves
Like you, theyâll just lie to themselves
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, theyâll just lie to themselvesÂ
Donât I know it better than anyone else?
The chorus hit, and Paige felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, trying to keep her composure. She remembered all the times you had asked her if something was wrong, all the times she had brushed it off or made excuses. She had thought she was protecting you, but she had only been protecting herself.
All of your best excuses
No, they donât stand a chance
Against all the chances I give you
Isnât ideal, but damn
You donât even have to try
Turn you into a good *girl*Â
You donât have to lift a fingerÂ
Itâs lucky for you Iâm just likeÂ
My mother (And my sisters)
All my (All my friends)
The girl outside the strip club getting her tarot cards read
We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear theyâre incorrect
We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest
Paige couldnât hold back the tears any longer. She covered her face with her hands, sobs shaking her shoulders. She felt Azziâs arm wrap around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. âItâs okay, Paige,â Azzi whispered, but Paige shook her head.
âItâs not okay,â Paige choked out between sobs. âI lied to her. I lied to her, and now⊠now sheâs hurting, and itâs all my fault.â
Aaliyah reached out, squeezing Paigeâs hand. âPaige, we all make mistakes. But you have to own up to them. You have to show her youâre willing to change.â
Paige nodded, trying to steady her breathing. The song was still playing, your voice breaking as you sang the final lines:
Girls will cry and girls will lie and (Ooh)
Girls will lose their goddamn minds for you (Oh)
Theyâll cry and girls will lie andÂ
Do it âtil the day they die for you
The song ended, and the room was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Paige knew she couldnât let things stay like this. She had to make it right. She had to find a way to earn back your trust, to show you that she was willing to be honest, no matter how hard it was.
âI need to talk to her,â Paige said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. âI need to tell her everything.â
The team nodded in agreement, offering murmurs of support. They knew how much you meant to Paige, and they wanted to see her make things right.
Paige stood up, wiping her eyes. She didnât know if you would forgive her, didnât know if she could fix what she had broken. But she had to try. She couldnât let you go without a fight.
As she left the room, Paige replayed your song in her mind, your voice echoing in her ears. She had a lot to make up for, but she was determined to start now. She had lied to you, but she wouldnât lie to herself anymore. She loved you, and she was ready to do whatever it took to prove it.
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Isak speaks: Some people are gonna hate me for leaving this on a cliffhanger so I'll get the apology video ready lol. Also I promise I'll post a part two. Can I guarantee It'll be out extremely soon? No, not really(sorry again), but I will try so that's gotta count for something, right? This song has also been stuck in my head all day hence why I came up with this
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11:31 p.m. || k.mg
Pairing: mingyu x gn!reader (i do mention that the reader is walking down the aisle)
Summary: just some wedding hypotheticals. mingyu can't wait to marry you
Warnings: tom holland mention? lol
Word Count: 633
a/n: everyone around me seems to be in love and on the brink of marriage. i just keep wondering when is it my turn?
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one day, not now but not too far away, mingyu swears he can picture it. the chapel is bright, light pouring in from the windowed walls of the cathedral and outside the woods are full of chirping birds. itâs later in the morning, but itâs only the beginning of spring and the dew drops of dawn still hang from each blade of grass.
inside, the aisle is lined with a white carpet littered with flower petals. the piano plays a classic wedding anthem and everyone stands. the pews are lined with smiling faces, but no one smiles wider than him as he catches your eye as you enter the room.
he can picture it so clearly that he wonders if itâs a vision of the future and not just a fantasy. but more so, he wonders if you see it too.
so with your head on his chest and his fingers drawing slow circles on your skin, he asks a question.
âhave you ever pictured what our wedding will be like?â the question is quiet, but loud enough to hear over the tv sitcom playing in the background.
mingyu shifts his eyes to you as you turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him.
âmy my,â you tease with a small smile. âyou havenât even proposed and youâre already asking about our wedding?â
mingyu rolls his eyes with a chuckle. âyou know thatâs coming, baby,â he coos. âjust a matter of when, not if.â
âfine,â you relent. âi have thought about it, but why do you ask?â
âjust wondering,â he hums to himself. his hands move down to yours and you feel him fiddling around with your ring finger. âwhat have you thought about it?â
âwell mostly just small details,â you explain. âlike what song i want to walk down the aisle to, our first dance, whether or not we should have an open bar. i could share my pinterest board that i made when i was 16 if you want.â
âwe werenât even dating then,â mingyu states in confusion.
âyeah, itâs for when i was convinced i was going to marry Tom Holland,â you tease, and reach a finger to poke mingyuâs cheek as he pouts in return.
âso iâm just filling in for spiderman?â he pouts.
âhmmm, no youâre more of a captain america to me,â you smile.
âthen why donât i get a pinterest board?â he scoffs in frustration. he wasnât expecting this when he asked the question, but the way youâre looking at him with such fondness in your eyes soothes any jealousy he feels for the web-shooting hero.
âbecause,â you shift so you can turn your whole body to face him and reach up to cup his face in your hands. âwhen i think about our wedding, i want to picture it with you, not laying in bed alone while scrolling through pinterest at 2 am.â
mingyu hangs his head sheepishly and his pout almost instantly fades into a smile. you canât help but reach up to kiss him softly.
âhave you thought about it?â you return the question as you pull away.
âa little,â he begins until you look at him with a prodding look. âokay, a lot.â
âwell donât keep it to yourself,â you tease.
mingyu shakes his head and presses a kiss at the crown of your head instead. âmaybe after i finally propose.â
âthe suspense is killing me, babe,â you laugh and reach up a hand to cup his face.
âguess i just have to hurry up and propose then,â he smiles as he leans down to kiss you sweetly.
maybe it is a vision, mingyu decides. itâs his vision. but, he thinks, whatever the two of you decide together will be better because itâs real and heâll share it with you.
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Slytherin boys as gamer bfs and what games they would play with their significant other?
Gamers >:) | Slytherin Boys
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: cock fighting, animal cruelty, gambling, threats (these are all for fucking tom bc ofc it is...) - suicide joke (mattheo)
contains :: draco, tom. mattheo, theodore, lorenzo
notes :: im ngl idk half of these games in depth - i just heard and seen the sterotypes of these games - fps = first person shooter, dbh = detroit become human, abg = asian baby girl, bow = breathe of the wild ||
DRACO MALFOY sims 4 / roblox
This man sucks ass at gaming, he literally can't do it
His aim is shit, he screams when he's in a fight, and he rage quits the second he loses
So he has to stick to girly games
He has so many mods and cc for sims that it's insane
His pc runs like it's on life support because of this, pls save that poor computer
And he likes playing roblox too sometimes
But he doesn't even play the normal games
Bro plays Dress To Impress and Maple Hospital...
Like what the fuck are you doing there??? Go on BloxFruits or smth man
What's even worse is he eats EVERYONEEE up in Dress to Impress, he literally always top 3
And when he isn't top 3, he curses and swears but it doesn't go through cause tags
He literally cannot do obbys either oh my fucking god
You know that one meme of Sadness from Inside Out dropping her popcorn and someone quote-tweets it saying, "Damn she can't do anything"
That's exactly who Draco is when it comes to gaming
TOM RIDDLE dark web gambling / elden ring
Oh my fucking God this guy can't have a normal hobby ever
He doesn't game at all,,, literally just gambling bruh
He hosts illegal gambling rings online and even host some in the school basement
One time he even hosted an illegal cock ring fight...
Yes,,, he stole the chickens from Hagrid and made them fight....
He even used magic to give them powers like pokemon....
He made a fucking WATER chicken and FIRE chicken fight
Thank god he didn't actually let them kill each other, he just did it until one was near death
But back to gambling - he also manipulates people in so many ways
He casts a spell that silently chants "go all in, go all in" so it subconsciously makes people bet more
Bro even gets some students in DEBT!?!?! Like how tf did you do that and WHYYY would you do that
If someone doesn't come down to the basement in a while to gamble,,, then Tom will fix that
Besides illegal gamlbing...
He plays Elden Ring, which is pretty normal
Besides the fact that he BEAT THAT SHIT IN LIKE 2 DAYS?!!??!!?
Normally streamers, pro gamers, they all take weeks and sometimes even months just to make progress
But Tom is just,,, just better ig?
So yeah... He sticks to gambling cause every other game is just too easy for him
MATTHEO RIDDLE gta V / fortnite / rocket league / nba 2k24
God this guy is the worst sterotypical middle school boy ever
He even had the ugly ass big blue headset with the shit mic on it
Plays GTA V every now and then, only when he's angry
That's when he goes around town and just beats the shit out of everyone
Likes playing Fortnite for hours on end with his friends, mostly Theo and Lorenzo cause they can actually keep up with him (Draco is ass at FPS and
Plays rocket league and NBA 2k24 because of fucking course he does - look at him....
He's just a boy....
A really toxic one.....
Definitely screams "KILL YOURSELFFFFF!!!!!!" if he loses and honestly he's kinda real for that
THEODORE NOTT god of war / detroit become human
Loves games that have a long story
It's a good mix of story and fighting, he can't really get into pure FPS games
Have done most routes in DBH and even found easter eggs and hacks
Tries to get you into the lore as well but sometimes it goes so deep you get confused
"NO!!! Connor in route 8 is actually a pretty neutral guy and he's-"
Like bro what??? Why do you know everything about this "Connor" guy??? smh
He dabbles in some FPS sometimes, like playing Fortnite with Matt and Enzo
And he actually REALLY good
Has great aim and precision
But he just can't get into it for some reason, it's not his type
LORENZO BERKSHIRE valorant / zelda breath of the wild
I feel like Enzo playing Valorant makes so so sooo much sense
He's not AS toxic as the other guys, but he's still weird and fuck-boy-ish in his own way
Definitely plays with e-girls and tries to bag an ABG
But he gets catfished....
He's pretty good at Valorant, surprisingly
His mic stays on for every single game... Even if no one else is talking
This man will talk to a fucking wall and still be yapping
"Okay guys way I need to pee" ...
There's only bots in his server.........
He also loves RPG games and stuff like that
So BOW is perfect for him to shut off his mind and just roam and do useless tasks
#slytherin boys#draco malfoy#draco malfoy x reader#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#lorenzo berkshire#lorenzo berkshire x reader#harry potter#harry potter x reader#gaming#slytherin headcanons#harry potter headcanon
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Ruthlessness in Other Ways
AN: day 14, the day weâve all been waiting for!!! I wanna give a huge thanks to đ anon for helping with the title, it couldnât be more perfect! Poseidon really puts Odysseus through the wringer with this one! I let myself get mean with it, lol. Took a lot of inspiration from the manwhore au, so that explains the sexual tension. Slight warnings in the beginning for mild violence & descriptions of drowning. Other than that, thereâs nothing you need to look out for. Hope yâall enjoy, this one was super fun & flustering! Sorry this was later than I planned, Iâve been super busy!
Odysseus was thrown into the water from the force of the lightning bolt, and he plunged deep below the surface with splinters and debris from his ship. He sank deeper and deeper until Odysseus regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and gasped for air, gulping in sea water. He desperately tried to preserve what air remained in his lungs. He frantically swam towards the surface, but felt himself sinking further. He was caught in a rip current, and he was yanked further below the waves.
His lungs ached, his vision was fading, he was starting to panic as he fought to get to the surface. His head was throbbing, ears popping, lungs about to burst, and finally, they filled with water.
The last thing he saw was a dark shadow swimming towards him. It can't end like this...
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Odysseus awoke with a splitting headache, but he had no time to take in his surroundings before he was coughing up sea water. He wretched and gasped for breath, only then realizing he could only lean forward so far. He felt stone pressed against his back, his arms chained to the wall.
"That's it, hack it up," a cold voice spoke from behind, slapping an even colder hand on his back. Odysseus went stiff, eyes shooting wide open.
"No..."
A deep, sly chuckle sounded too close to his ear for comfort.
"Hello again."
Poseidon grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to look him in the eye. He smiled at the pained hiss that escaped his victim, relishing in the fear etched on his face.
"Poseidon! I-" he was cut off with a sharp slap across the face.
"I'm not interested in conversation. I'd much rather make you beg for mercy," he growled, grabbing Odysseus by the jaw.
"Really? I thought mercy wasn't exactly your thing," Odysseus tried to remain defiant and cocky, refusing to give the God what he wants. He should've known better.
"I never said I'd show you any," he sneered, allowing himself to get closer. He grazed his claws over his throat as he let go of his jaw, brushing off the shudder and twitch as fear. What else would it be?
"Please, if this is about your son-"
"You think I still care about that?" Poseidon let out a low, snide chuckle.Â
"What?"
"I just don't like you, Odysseus. And your suffering is just so fun to watch," he spoke casually, but wore a downright sinister grin. He pressed his trident against his chest, not enough to pierce his skin, but the threat was there. He drug the weapon down his body ever so slowly, slightly digging into the soft flesh.
He jerked back with a gasp, sucking in his stomach as he turned away, closing his eyes for good measure. Poseidon yanked him around by the hair once more.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he ordered. Odysseus forced his eyes open, meeting the God's piercing gaze. His eyes were full of fear and uncertainty, yet he had the gall to smile at him.
He gripped his hair tighter, pulling at the roots until he heard him yelp in pain.
"Wanna tell me what's so funny?" he asked in a low, threatening tone. Odysseus shook his head frantically.
"N-nothing!" he stammered, pressing himself against the wall of the cave.
"Then wipe that fucking smirk off your face before I slap it off," he threatened. Before Odysseus had the chance to answer, a swift backhand was delivered to his cheek. He could swear the webbing between his fingers made it sting even more.
"It would be so easy to just split you open," Poseidon mused, drawing a line down the center of his belly with the blunt tips of the trident. He really needed to learn how to sharpen his weapons better, because all Odysseus could focus on was how bad it tickled.
"Just get on with it then," Odysseus sighed, admitting defeat, squirming against the wall. Regardless of how blunt it was, it was still sharp enough to get the job done.
"No. You don't get the peace of a quick death," Poseidon said, pulling the trident back.
"Lucky me," he mumbled to himself. Poseidon sneered and lurched forward, metal clanging on the ground as he tossed the weapon aside. He slammed Odysseus against the wall, one hand gripping the base of his jaw while the other held him back by the shoulder.
"What was that?" he growled in his ear, warm breath ghosting over his skin. Odysseus gasped and tried to twist away, scrunching his neck. Poseidon's thumb rested on the edge of his armpit from where he gripped his shoulder.
Odysseus bit his lip and tried to turn away, but the hand on his jaw didn't allow it. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breath came out in quick huffs through his nose. His arms were straining at their restraints as he tried to lean away, but... not in the way Poseidon expected.
He studied his expression, ready to scold him once more, until he noticed where his hand was.
Oh. Ooooh.
He looked back at his captive, a sadistic smile stretching across his face. He moved his hand down, raking his claws over his ribs, noticing the way Odysseus struggled to mask his reactions and pass off his smile as a pained grimace.
Things just got a lot more interesting.
Odysseus felt a chill run up his spine when he heard a slow, deep chuckle.
"Oh this is rich," he heard him say, and the hand around his throat forced him to look up. There was a sick, gleeful kind of curiosity shining in the God's eyes that hadn't been there before.
"What do you want from me?" he managed to ask. Poseidon only smirked.
"At first, I thought I wanted to hurt you. I had every intention of killing you slowly and leaving you to drown. But now, I'm second guessing myself," he said, leaning into the captain's personal space. Odysseus tried to lean away as much as he could.
"W-why the change of heart?"
Poseidon laughed, a contorted, garbled sound. "Humiliation is a far better punishment for you. Wouldn't you agree?"
"What?" Odysseus shook his head, brows knit together in confusion. No. There was no way he meant that.
"Tell me, king of Ithica. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?" he asked, curling his fingers ever so slightly so they dug into his ribs.
Odysseus choked on a gasp, jerking away from the touch as a blush quickly spread across his cheeks.
"And don't lie to a God," Poseidon added. He relished in the mix of fear, confusion and embarrassment on his face as he shook his head.
"Don't, please! Why that?" Odysseus stammered, pressing himself against the wall and staring him up and down. He barked out a quick laugh when both hands grabbed his ribcage before clamping his mouth shut to prevent anymore unwanted sounds from escaping.
"Because someone needs to break that fragile little ego of yours, and I look forward to watching you scream and writhe," he taunted as he began tapping his fingers against his ribs.
His breath hitched in his chest, and he instinctively twitched away. Poseidon smirked and scratched between each bone with sharp claws, and the first muffled giggles started to slip out. Odysseus tried to hold in his laughter as long as he could, but it was a futile effort.
"Trying to tough it out? Go ahead, it just makes it all the more fun when you finally break." Poseidon raked his claws up and down his ribs relentlessly, pausing to trace and scratch the spaces in between. Odysseus yelped, twisting side to side in his bonds. His breath was labored from the effort it took to maintain composure, and he had to bite down on his lip to stop the giggles from spilling out. Poseidon wrapped both hands around his entire ribcage and dug in with vibrating claws. The reaction was instant.
Odysseus finally cracked with a snort, releasing all the laughter that had been trapped in his chest. It was a rich, full sound, rare to those even among his inner circle, but now it took on a more desperate tone. He leaned away as far as the chains would allow, twisting uselessly.
"Really? That's all it took? I was honestly hoping you'd struggle a little longer," he teased in a purring, almost sultry tone. "But you mortals are so fragile, so sensitive," he slowly walked his fingers up his torso like they were climbing stairs. Odysseus shook his head as breathless giggles poured freely. "So easy to break."
Poseidon's hands jumped up to drill in his exposed hollows, kneading the muscles and scratching delicate skin. He threw his head back, cackling loudly as he desperately yanked on his arms.
"NOHOHO! J-just gohoho bahack to hitting mehehe!" Odysseus bargained, trying to appeal to his violent nature. Poseidon hummed in thought.
"I don't think so. Pain is an old friend of yours, isn't she? You've come to expect it around every turn. At some point, pain stops being effective at getting the point across," his voice was cold and emotionless, yet the sadistic glimmer in his eyes was proof that he was enjoying every second of this. He rubbed circles with his thumbs in the center of his underarms, sending Odysseus into wild hysterics. The chains rattled as he thrashed around, tugging on his arms with all the strength he had. His mouth hung open in a wide smile, nose scrunching as he snorted. His laughter was loud and deep, with a beautifully frantic undertone.
"But I doubt you were expecting this," to emphasize his point, he scratched up and down his exposed hollows, lightening his touch ever so slightly, but compensating by speeding up. Odysseus threw his head back with a giggly shriek, arching his back and jerking away.
"Confusion and utter humiliation are rather powerful tools of persuasion, wouldn't you agree?" he purred in his ear, making Odysseus squeal and scrunch his neck. Poseidon chuckled at the sound, reaching a hand up to flutter under his chin.
"N-nohoho!" Odysseus giggled and shook his head, slamming his chin down for protection. Poseidon smirked and cocked his head.
"Oh? You don't agree?" he asked as he began tracing up and down the length of his arms, from his pits all the way to his wrists. He watched the way Odysseus giggled and twitched as he lightly grazed the skin. His arms shook, muscles flexing as gentle fingers passed over. "It's not eating you alive that I'm doing this to you? That you're crumbling at the hands of a God, able to do nothing but laugh and scream? Your thoughts aren't racing, wondering why I'm not ripping you to shreds?" he taunted directly in his ear, lips ghosting over the skin.
Odysseus hated how true his words were. He clenched his jaw and growled through his laughter, "Shut uhup! Just shuhut uhuhup!"
"You think you're in any position to make demands of a God?" Poseidon questioned, and even his breath tickled.
"NO! Nohoho, I wahasn't-" he cut himself off with a scream that morphed into helpless laughter when the hands moved down to knead at his belly and sides. He twisted side to side, trying to hide his face behind a restrained arm. His hair was a mess, wet and matted to his forehead. Rosy cheeks were carved with dimples, and crows feet wrinkled at the corners of his eyes. He almost looked cute, in an endearing, pathetic sort of way.
"Let me make one thing clear: I'm in control," he taunted, gripping Odysseus by the hips roughly. He yelped and instinctively bucked his hips to get away, snorting and doubling over as much as he could when he gave another squeeze.
Poseidon arched a brow and smirked down at him. "What's wrong, did I find a bad spot?" he taunted, squeezing up his sides and drilling his thumbs in the divots of his hips.
"Nohoho plehease!" he shrieked and writhed in his binding, unable to escape the relentless touch.
"What did I say about lying?" Poseidon chuckled sadistically at his own joke.
"Plehehease, just lehehet me gohoho! Ihihi'm sorRYYYY!" His voice jumped an octave when sharp claws pricked and tapped against his hips. Full belly laughs gave way to shrill giggles, and the sounds he was making amused Poseidon to no end.
"Awww, what a sweet sentiment. Almost as sweet as those giggles of yours," he teased with a sly smirk, sharp teeth peaking out from under his lip. Of course he wasn't actually complimenting him, he only said it to get under his skin. "Too bad I don't care."
Odysseus flushed and stared at him in shock. "I-I dohohon't giggle!" he tried to sound defiant, but the giggles pouring from his mouth negated the effect.
"Denial's a good look on you. Next, I bet you'll try and say you're not ticklish," Poseidon snickered, reaching a hand up to tease his neck and ears. Odysseus snorted and scrunched his shoulders.
"Nohoho!" he tried to deny, shrieking when a claw traced the shell of his ear. "Stohohop! Plehehease, juhust stohohop!" he pleaded, shaking his head.
"That's right, keep begging. Not that it'll help," he let out a raspy chuckle, cupping his face with both hands. Odysseus was forced to look up at Poseidon as he squirmed helplessly, giggling himself silly as he scribbled around his ears and neck. No matter which way he twisted, the tickling never stopped.
"You humans are so sensitive; so fun to toy with," the God mused as his hands trailed back down his body. "So easy to break," he squeezed his hips again just to watch him buck and snort. "And yet, you all think you can win."
"Ihihi'm sohohohorry! I-it wohohon't hahappen again, I swehehear!" Odysseus bargained futilely.
"Oh, but it will. That's just the way it works," Poseidon explained, digging his claws into his thighs. Odysseus gasped and jerked beneath the threatening touch. "You'll get yourself into trouble and try to work your way around it, but you'll always lose." He slowly scratched down strong thighs, earning a ticklish scream and a violent twitch.
"Fuck! Noho, you cahahan't! N-not thehehere!" he begged through growing hysterics. His words only made Poseidon more curious as he began squeezing up and down his legs.
Odysseus squealed and jumped away from the touch, pressing against the wall of the cave and kicking out futilely. Poseidon looked him up and down with a hungry, scrutinizing gaze, evil smirk twisting into a sharp, dangerous smile.
"Awww, what's the matter? Too ticklish here?" he asked, raking his claws down the captain's thighs as he knelt before him. That alone drew out a panicked bark of laughter as he twitched away.
"N-no! Ihihi mehean- shihihit, stohohop!" he cut himself off with a snort as sharp claws delicately traced his inner thighs. Breathy giggles became hysterical laughter as the soft scribbling got faster and added more pressure. He threw his head back, practically dancing in place as he tried to escape the unending torture.
"Just look at you, barely able to speak. How pathetic," he taunted, scratching higher up his legs, enjoying the way his voice changed pitched. He pinched back down the muscle, drawing out a few giggly snorts. Poseidon couldn't help but comment on it.
"Those are some pretty funny noises you're making. I think I'll stay right here," he kneaded deep into his thighs, and Odysseus practically screamed.
"NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRYYYY!" he threw his head back, cackling wildly. His legs gave out, but he was still held upright by his chains. His legs kicked and writhed in Poseidon's grip, his sanity slipping away with each passing second.
"Good," he growled, raking his nails down his inner thighs just to make him squeal. "But I'm not stopping any time soon. By all means, whine and beg, but don't expect it to help much." From this position, his bare, squirming stomach was right in front of his face. He grabbed Odysseus from behind, making sure he couldn't move away before biting his hip.
He let out a piercing shriek, followed quickly by frantic hysterics. He writhed and twisted in his hold, tugging on his arms with all his might. His vision went blurry as tears streamed down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch his own torment.
Poseidon grazed his teeth across delicate skin, stretched taught over the bone. He nipped and nibbled at his hips, allowing his tongue to flick and trace the contours of his waist. That really seemed to drive him mad, so he continued nibbling along his hips and belly while his hands returned to his thighs.
Odysseus wailed in ticklish agony, babbling incoherently for mercy. He couldn't form a single coherent thought, legs trembling from the relentless onslaught.
"Ohoho shihihit- NOHOHO! FUCK- NOHOT THAHAHAT!" his arms strained to hold him up, leaning against the wall for support. Poseidon drilled circles where his hips and legs met, scribbling along the backs of his thighs. His back arched and he tried to jerk away, only for his leg to be trapped under a strong arm.
"Why, is this a bad spot?" he cooed, scribbling behind his knee all the way up the back of his thigh. His muscles quivered with every pinch and stroke, and his voice periodically cut out.
Poseidon slowed his touches to give him the chance to breathe. Odysseus gasped for air between helpless giggles, legs writhing in his grip as his claws scribbled against the sensitive skin. He hiccuped and snorted when he'd zero in on a particularly sensitive spot.
"I asked you a question," he growled, going back to clawing mercilessly, just to remind him how much worse it could be. Odysseus screamed and thrashed.
"YEHEHES OHOHOKAHAHAY? STOHOHOP!"
Poseidon smirked as he slowed back down, focusing on his right leg. Odysseus whined and snickered as the feather light touches clouded his brain. It was almost worse than when he just dug in. At least then his voice didn't sound so shrill and broken.
"Plehehe- staha- stohohohop! I-I cahahan't!" he pleaded through breathless giggles.
"You humans are hilariously pathetic. So weak and soft, unable to hold out against even the softest of touches," he taunted. Odysseus was limp and pliable, yet still struggled, providing a map of his most ticklish spots.
He continued the light scribbling, spidering his way to the tops of his knees. Odysseus snorted and kicked, laughter jumping up an octave. Poseidon smirked, meeting his eyes to flash him a smug wink before digging in. He clawed ruthlessly at his knees and the tops of his thighs, relishing in the resulting shriek.
He leaned in to whisper in a deep, threatening tone, "I hope you didn't think we were done. There's so many places I haven't even tried. And I plan on keeping you here as long as I like."
"What? N-nohoho y-you cahahan't just do thahat!" Odysseus insisted, eyes wide with fear as he frantically shook his head.
"Actually, I can. And there's nothing you can do about it." He grabbed his feet, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the soles. "Nothing but laugh."
Odysseus was once again sent spiraling into hysterics, forced to accept his fate.
#tickletober#tickletober 2024#poseidon#odysseus#epic#epic musical#epic fic#epic tickle fic#ticklish!odysseus#this is v homoerotic#manwhore au#but not really#but kinda
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àČŁ Ë àŁȘàżàŸ EASE THE ACHE, OKKOTSU YĆȘTA
your glad your boyfriend yĆ«ta was always prepared, offering you a sleeping pill when you were having trouble was helpfulâ but why do you feel so needy suddenly?
summary. fem reader. yandere yĆ«ta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. he drugs you with an aphrodisiac and tells you itâs a sleeping pill -> dubcon. creampie. heâs obsessed. wc, 3k.
note. repost :)
youâre not sure how long youâve been lying hereâ gazing at the empty space of your ceiling as you toss and turn in your comforter. youâre pretty sure if you check your phone one more time youâll have seen most hours of the clock, and the frustration only seems to make your body feel even more awake. youâd even taken a sleeping pill, so humbly offered by your boyfriend to try and aid your own exhaustion, but if anything itâs only made the room spin as you try to focus on the steady rhythm of your heart.
your body feels weird, like thereâs a buzz underneath your skin that extends to the base of your spineâ every brush of your figure against the sheets tickles and every squeeze of your hands on your thighs feels even better. you feel needy, uncomfortably so considering how late it is, but you canât help the way it makes you yearn. why now of all moments?Â
you let yourself exhale a slow sigh as you try to ignore the ache between your thighs, kicking at your sheets until they pull down your hips because not only can you not sleepâ your body cant even find a comfortable temperature and it makes you want to get out of bed entirely and just give up.
âbaby?â the low hum jolts you slightly with the way it cuts through the darkened atmosphere of your room, accompanied by the slow crawl of cold fingertips across your hips as your boyfriend, yuuta, presses into you from behind. âwhatâs wrong?â
his touch feels like it cools the warmth of your skin comfortably and you find your eyes fluttering at the way his hands seem to instinctively begin drawing soothing shapes into your sides, like heâs aware of your answer before you even say it.
like heâs been awake watching you this whole time.
âi just cant sleep, i think iâm going crazy.â but your answer still earns you a smeared kiss along your shoulder as yuuta leans in closer, followed by another as he pushes his hands up the hem of your shirt to palm at your overheating skin. âi donât know whatâs wrong, it hurts,â
he holds you there, your back pressing into his chest until youâre surrounded by himâ by his scent and his being. you can feel the ticklish press of his dark hair trailing along your skin as he coats you in kisses, tiny little ones that morph into ones that linger as he pushes them up the slope of your neck. why does everything feel so much better than usual right now?Â
âdo you need me to help?â another suckled kiss and itâs accompanied by your boyfriendâs cold touch teasing slightly just beneath your chest. his teeth nip gently at the base of your neck from behind and he gives you a slow look from over your shoulderâ youâre unaware of his gaze from this angle, but he can still see enough of your pretty features to leave him satisfied for now.
you donât know why you feel more sensitive than usual, maybe itâs the sleeping pill in your systemâ no, it wouldnât be that, your boyfriend wouldnât give you something that could be deemed unsafe. you must just be tired.
you let the question linger in the space where you both breathe for a bit but you swear your boyfriend must feel the way it seems to urge your heart rate to take a quicker rhythm, taking that as his answer. your next exhale is choked off and dreamy when yuuta takes a languid palmful of your tits to squeeze, the pad of his thumb flicking slightly over your nipples until they perk up under the touch. the soft, featherlight movement is enough to make you shiverâ pushing yourself closer into his chest like youâre caught in his web.
yuutaâs glad you opt not to wear a bra under your pyjamas. itâs like this is exactly what you want from him. youâre pliant, drowsy state only seems to be heightened by the pill he slipped you earlier, it would help with your sleep eventually but the mild aphrodisiac effect would be quite troublesome for you until then, but thatâs what heâs for.
he had his own ways of making sure you slept well afterall, you donât need anything else but him to help you. he can prove that.
your eyelashes flutter prettily against your cheeks as you suck on your lower lip and as much as you want to give into yuutaâs greedy touches, you know he should really get some rest too considering how little he seems to sleep. youâd put it down to him being a light sleeper, he always seemed to be awake before youâ lying on his side, staringat you as soon as you first open your eyes.
like he wants to make sure heâs the first thing you see.
âitâs fine, yuuâ you can sleep, itâsââ another sinful swipe of the pad of his fingers across your nipples makes you croon, hes close enough for you to hear the way your reaction pulls a drawn out growl from him as he curls even closerâ like hes trying to crawl into your skin.
âiâm not tired,â another smeared kiss followed by a nip of his teeth and you give into him so easily given the haze of your mind and the heat that twists in your gut. âi promise.â yuutaâs words are emphasised by a steady, but needy rock of his hips into you from behind as you feel the press of his clothed cock against your lower back.
your hips shift and it only seems to make everything feel even better when you feel him reach down to hook his palm beneath your thigh, pulling it back until heâs able to push himself closer to the heat that teases him between them.
âyouâre so soft,â another stuttered press of yuutaâs hips into yours and you can feel the way his cock throbs against your clothed cunt, like itâs begging to be even closer, shed of itâs restraintsâ like a wild animal without its collar so it can return to its instincts, âand warm.â his other hand continues its ministrations on your sensitive tits as he presses more kisses and marks up your neck, then down your shoulder as he ruts into you from behind.
âsometimes i just want to stay awake to look at you.â his praise makes you feel lightheaded as heat licks at the base of your spine, you canât help but push back into his movementsâ arching into the press of his palms as he toys with your body. the confession might be weird to some but you know thatâs just the type of person your boyfriend was, so full of devotion and love that heâd stay awake for eternity if it was by your side.
your lips part to moan and the sound makes yuutaâs hand on your tits squeeze as he buries another strangled moan into the crook of your neck. you feel the cool crawl of his fingertips as they leave your thigh, twitching closer to the space between them instead as you hump desperately into the touch and he rewards the act of pure love with another suckled kiss.
âcan i taste you?â itâs a delicious question, one that youâre still slightly whoozy, sleep deprived mind almost bends to instantly when itâs breathed out like itâs a low, desperate plea. but you know if he starts, he wonât stop as soon as heâs buried into your cunt and as much as youâd love to have your hands in his hair and his head between your thighsâ you do actually want to get some rest tonight.
so as much as it pains you, you manage to shake your head despite the pleasure that clouds it.
âyuuta, i want you right now.. please, donât wanna wait,â your voice comes out needier than you expect it too when itâs followed by a particularly, slow press of yuutaâs fingertips between your clothed folds. the soft touch presses hard onto your clit as your body rolls against his, and youâre pretty sure he can already feel the damp, creeping heat that your slick is leaving on your panties as he pants against you.
âall of me?â he asks, desperatelyâ mindlessly as his hips continue their needy pace,
âmhm,â your answer pulls a sinful sort of sound from your boyfriend behind you as his hands grab at the layers between you bothâ almost ripping at your panties completely before heâs kicking his sweats to his ankles and resting his forehead against your shoulder to breathe deep. you already feel dizzy, maybe itâs how heavy your body feelsâ weighed down by exhaustion but also lust, need now that youâre so close to being wrapped in the man behind you.
youâre so close to easing that ache that you can feel as deep as your bones.
yuutaâs cold touch keeps you present as his hands return to squeeze at your thigh, urging you to lift it so obediently so he can slide his cock between them. you move so easily when youâre like this, bending to his willâ to his love and it makes something in his chest squeeze with the way you rely on him like this. just like he needs you to.
you feel the trembled exhale across your nerves with the first press of your silky cunt across the shaft of his cock, urging his hips to almost glue themselves to you as you rub your slick along the length of him.
heâd normally spend hours to prep you, to stretch youâ even just to use it as an excuse to take as much of you as youâre willing to give him.
but right now youâre sleepy, half coherent and your eyes flutter closed everytime you feel yuutaâs tip catch on your clit, making a wet tacky sound as the pleasure trembles against your spine. a few more languid thrusts through your folds and your lips part into a pretty âoâ shape when he finally presses against the entrance to your cunt, teeth biting down on your shoulder when he finally begins to sink into you.
you feel him grunt against your skin, one of his hands moving to rub soothing, messy circles into your clit as your pussy clenches harder around him the deeper he goes. but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching back against him, pushing more of his cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.
you whimper when he finally bottoms out, high pitched and needy at the feeling of yuutaâs balls pressing against your ass and you pull another groan from the dark haired sorcerer when your pussy flexes again. itâs not enough, it still burnsâ aches in your gut, you need him to fuck you until youâre trembling, on the edge of consciousness. your body feels like itâs on fire with want, youâre so needy youâre considering it really could be love.
his jaw clenches and your back relaxes against his chest once more, feeling the press of his palm return to its place under your shirt as he takes a slow handful of your breast, making you melt into him as your walls quiver around him.
âi.. i donât like not being able to see you,â yuutaâs words are a trembled exhale as he grits his teeth before drawing his hips back, feeling the hug of your walls press down on his cock eagerly at the loss as you try to lure him back in. he always liked his front row seat to every pretty expression he could pull from youâ knowing nobody else would ever see you fall apart like that. not now that youâre his.
âbaby,â he tries again, a plea accompanied by his first real thrust as he presses up against the pleasurable parts inside of you that make you moan. it makes you twist into him as you lean onto your back, looking over your shoulder to meet your boyfriends haunting gaze for the first time since this whole exchange started.
ââs that better?â your eyelashes flutter as you look over yuutaâs features and you swear you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you as your eyes meet.
your lips are parted, eyes half-lidded and blown and heâs never seen you look so sinfulâ like youâre a fucking succubus and he looks back at you, all adoring and infatuated like heâd let you drag him straight to hell. âyeah, uh.. i like when you look at me, youâre pretty.â
the pace yuutaâs taken is quick, needy little pumps of his hips that make your tits jolt with every clapping thrust as it echos. your skin is too warm, damp with sweat but every deep kiss of his cock only makes you greedy for more as you whine wordlessly. he sinks into you again and your eyes almost roll back entirely with the way it soothes the sting in your bones and you feel your boyfriend lean in to lewdly lick at the sweat gathered along your jawline.
âplease, yuu~ make it feel good,â your words are half-coherent, hormone-drunken babbles thatâs are like music to your boyfriends ears when he feels your pussy squeeze down on him. itâs like your body is begging for it too, so wet and warm that every thrust only seems to coat him in even more slick as it squelches with every press, âit hurts so much,â
your eyes are still on his, albeit your gaze blurry with how well yuutaâs fucking you right nowâ easing your need and you feel his lips trace their way across your cheeks as his fingers under your shirt toy at your nipples again. âitâs okay, iâve got you. iâll do anything for you,â his voice is low, urging you to arch at the sweet, soft sound with the next press of his cock, stuttering past your sensitive spots just as his fingers pinch to pull at your tits. âbecause i love you,â
his lips part to continue, but itâs cut off by a rough groan when your pussy squeezes, making his hips stutter before heâs swallowing heavy and trying again, âs-so much,â your pussy is like silk, squeezing so tight he can barely moveâ like itâs returning his confession tenfold and that only seems to urge him to begin a pace thatâs a little faster, needier as he moves to toy with your clit next. âdoes it feel good?â
âyes! i love you, yuu~â your mouth seems to act on its own when your mind is so foggy with pleasure, so close to your orgasm you can feel the relief tremble beneath your skin as you meet yuutaâs thrusts with messy, needy humps that only urge him deeper. his fingers are still cold despite the way heâs sweating hard, curling them into your folds as he rubs sticky circles into your clit and youâre almost rigid beneath him, feeling the waves of your orgasm begin to burn along your skin as you pant his name with a stuttered pleasepleasepleaseâ
you almost pass out with how hard and good it hits you, toes curling from where they rest as you make a messy, creamy ring around your boyfriends cock and he ruts into you like an animal in heat as he greedily takes the orgasm heâs earned from your pliant body.
it seems like it stretches on forever and you feel like a shell of a person as you come down, so fucked out youâre drooling and half-coherent as the lingering pleasure shoots through you but yuuta doesnât stop. he thinks youâre adorable like this as he presses kisses against your now tear stained cheeks, licking up the drool that trails from your lips as you grab at himâ youâre suddenly so drowsy but youâre still burning with lust, your body is begging for more as he continues with the back and forth stutter of his hips.
âyuâuta, ahââ you can barely breathe with the pleasure that weighs down on you, body jolting with your boyfriends movements but it feels so good, you feel like youâre floating, caught in a dream-like state that makes the room spin.
âmhm, baby. iâm here for youâ see, just look at m-me, iâll never leave.â you offer yuuta a slow, pretty blink when you feel his fingers tilt your head back towards him, his eyes are still on youâ unnervingly dark as they cut through your pliant state but his stare still makes your cunt squeeze with his next thrust.
âyouâre s-so pretty.. want, ahâwant you to see me cum for you,â another broken, needy plea and you whimper out a dreamy little mhm that makes him fucking moan as his orgasm burns through him. itâs so messy and loud the way he presses his load into you, fucking it into your walls until itâs pushing out of you with every thrustâ dampening the mattress beneath you as it smears against your cunt and thighs.
but this time, yuuta stops when he begins to trembleâ wrapping himself around you instead when his cock finally eases out of your walls, half soft and still twitching from his orgasm as you all but collapse in his arms. youâre unsure if itâs your now drowsy state that has you curling into him, but you feel like you could sleep for daysâ not even bothering to care for the mess when youâre in his arms and feeling him press sweet kisses against your features between i love yous.
âthank you, yuu,â it seems your sleeping pill has finally kicked in as you find yourself dozing off, youâll be sure to thank him for giving you it in the morning after a well deserved rest.
lucky for you.. and him, your boyfriend bought more than oneâ just for you.
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anonymous said: i just wanna sit down on sukunaâs massive thigh. is that so much to ask?? character: ryomen sukuna notes: anon, i want to ride sukunaâs massive thigh so so so badly!!!!! and so of course i had to write something!!! warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, size difference, thigh riding, implied cureless!au, fem!reader, humiliation and degradation, toxic relationship, bit of noncon overstim right at the end words: 1.8k
Itâs custom practice, at this point, that Sukuna places you on his lap whenever heâs engaging in an activity that requires sitting; when heâs working in his office, when heâs in a meeting (because his precious little baby is always with him, no matter what time or place or occasion), when heâs reading, when heâs lounging, when heâs eating.Â
It isnât always in the same position; sometimes youâll rest against him, your back pressed flush to his chest, one thick arm wound around your waist for stability; sometimes youâll straddle his massive thigh, your face buried in his neck, lips painting strokes of saliva across his collarbone in messy little pecks, lashes leaving gentle butterfly kisses against his shoulder.
But irregardless of the situation and your posture throughout, if heâs sitting, you are there with him.
It is also customary that you behave while youâre in Daddyâs lapâno fidgeting or squirming, no whining or whispering, no complaints of boredom at all, and no getting down until he releases you.Â
So itâs not a shock, exactly, that a low, dark chuckle rumbles beneath his ribs the moment your hips begin to rockâbarely anything more than shallow ruts, something that mightâve been mistaken for an innocent restlessness, had he not known better.
But he knows you much too well.
âI thought Daddy had a rule against wiggling, sweetheart.âÂ
âCanât help it, Daddy, swear I canât.â
âIs that so?â he hums, flexing the muscles of his hard, defined thigh between your legs, snorting a little when you gasp. âAnd why is that?â
âMâhorny, Daddy,â you whimper, nuzzling your cheek against the column of his throat. âDonât wanna bother you, Daddy.âÂ
âOh? And what makes you think this isnât bothersome?âÂ
Itâs notâyou know itâs not.
Because as well as your Daddy knows you, you know him, too.Â
His four simple rules donât exist because he canât concentrate when youâre on his lapâhe most definitely can. If thereâs one thing youâve come to learn about Sukuna in the short but intense time youâve been his, itâs that he retains an exceptional amount of control over himselfâbody, mind, and soulâand itâs a fact he takes immense pride in.Â
Because, sure, Sukuna may live for the pursuit of pleasure, a hedonist in the purest sense, but that doesnât mean he canât control himself, his self-discipline and restraint sharper and stronger than a tungsten needle when he wants it to be.Â
His four simple rules are all about power.Â
Doesnât mean theyâre going to stop you, though.
Your hips are still shifting, cunt pressed flush to his thigh with only a thin layer of lace separating it from his pants, slit sliding along his firm, strong muscles in slow, hard strokes.
âAre you sure one pitiful little orgasm from pathetically humping my thigh is worth it?âÂ
No, youâre not. One measly clitoral orgasm probably isnât worth the hefty punishment thatâs going to follow, but youâre too sleepy, too needy, to care.Â
An indistinct little noise vibrates at the back of your throat, head moving in ambiguous motions, rubbing thick cords of drool across his shoulder, leaving tiny webs shimmering on cashmere.
Your hips roll with more purpose, falling into a steady rhythm of rockingâback and forth, back and forth, smearing your cunt along the sleek muscle between your legs.
It already feels so good, using his thigh to stroke your clit in repetitive motions, the cotton twill of his trousers providing just enough resistance to make the friction delicious, a dull, dense heat flooding the pit of your stomach.
âGod, look at you,â he scoffs, a peculiar mix of disgust and devotion saturating his voice. âTrying to fuck my thigh like youâre some sort of animal.â
Exhaling a snort, he jiggles his thigh in accentuation, sneering a little at the choked moan you try so hard to snuff out, pleasure clawing at your tongue.
âI guess it doesnât make much of a difference to a desperate little slut, does it? My sick little girl will take whatever she can get, wonât she?âÂ
Your head nods lethargically, smearing your own saliva over your chin.
âArenât you embarrassed to be acting like this? So eager, so ardent.â
âJusâwanâ you, Daddy,â you slur out.Â
Because itâs true; you just want him, in any way you can have him.Â
Maybe you really are just a dirty, desperate little slut. Maybe it doesnât matter either way.
âYou know, I can feel your slick soaking through my pants,â Sukuna says, lips against the curve of your ear, dark, low voice reverberating against the cartilageâlittle tremors that snuggle into your flesh, skittering down your spine in a shiver. âItâs fucking disgusting, how wet you are from this.â
It is, heâs right, an obscene amount of arousal already staining his legâfar too much to be decent, to be normal, donât you think, baby?âthe copious amounts of slick making the grind along his strong muscles effortless, lace molded to your drenched folds and soiled all the way through, leaving a large gleaming patch on the material of his trousers, fabrics gliding together easily, aiding in your motions as your humping gains speed.
âDo you hear yourself? Do you hear how fucking lewd your cunt is?âÂ
You do, of course you do, vulgar squelching echoing out among the home office with every buck of your hips, sopping clothes sloshing together, procuring a sick sort of gurgling.
Itâs so humiliating, salacious sounds complemented perfectly by his silky laughter, but you canât stop, movements accelerating to hard, quick gyrations of your hips as you lose the friction of his pants, now too slippery to be anything other than teasing.
His derisive remarks, coated in icing sugar, do nothing to tame the blaze in the pit of your tummy, his voice like kerosene, flames flaring with every word that drips from his mouth.
âYouâre so easy, arenât you? Easy to please, easy to pleasure, all you need is something nice and firm to rub your cunt on, huh?âÂ
âFeels good, Daddy,â you mumble against his neck with another clumsy nod, words weighted with spit. âFeels sâgood.â
âYeah, I can tell, baby,â he snorts. âLook at how fucking sloppy you are!âÂ
Leaning back a little in his office chair, he looks down at where youâre conjoined, a soft whine slipping from your lips at the loss of his chest. A thick layer of sheen coats his thigh, turning the charcoal shimmery in the beams of sunset streaming through the windows. His tongue clicks against his teeth in a disapproving tut, as if itâs such a shame that youâve ruined his trousers so terribly.Â
It really is, though, sticky substance having accumulated on his pant leg so much that itâs merely collecting atop the material now, unable to soak any further. You whine again, yearning to bury your scorching face, pricks of humiliation stinging your cheeks.
âI should make you lick it up, honestly,â he muses to himself, humming a little at the prospect. âSuch naughty little girls should be made to clean up the messes they make, donât you agree?âÂ
Aside from the light notes of beguile infusing his voice, he sounds normalâcalm and unaffectedâand youâd think him to be, too, if you couldnât feel his massive cock, hard and straining against expensive slacks, brushing against your thigh with each of circle of your hips.Â
It twitches a little with every gentle graze of your body, but Sukuna does nothing to pursue it, nothing to satisfy it or solve the problem, too focused on you to care.
Your arms wind around his neck, bringing him back to you with a discontented little mewl, and he laughs again, going willingly.Â
Always so needy.Â
Youâre really riding his thigh now, vigorous enough that the wheels of his office chair shift against the hardwood, Sukuna planting his feet more resolutely, keeping you both in place, muscles pulled taut with the motion.
Damp little moans seep into the skin of his neck as your hips work, each one pushed from your throat on an airy little gasp, and he can tell that youâre close.
Because thatâs so easy, tooâyouâre so fucking obvious with it, with the way your thighs keep tensing around him, almost as if theyâre trying to readjust their grip; squeeze him tighter, hump him harder, siphon his thigh up further, urgently chasing that building high.
That heavy heat is amassing in the pit of your stomach, sinking into your gut as it grows with every swivel of your hips, hotter and hotter, higher and higher until it feels smothering, sweltering, engulfing you from the inside out and weeping through your pores, ragged little pants of his title exhaled from parted lips.Â
âYouâre such a perverted little girl,â he murmurs in your ear, voice deep and decadent, tinged with just a hint of amusement. âWhat would everyone think if they knew how sordid that pretty little mind of yours really is? All of your university professors who praised you so much, all of your esteemed colleagues at work, how would they feel to know of your true nature?âÂ
âTheyâd be disgusted,â you sigh out, almost dreamily.Â
A chuckle rumbles behind his ribs, rubbing his jaw line along your temple in a possessive caress.Â
âYeah, they would. And youâd like that, wouldnât you? Youâre so sick.âÂ
âOnly for you, Daddy, always for you, Daddy.â
âThatâs right,â he purrs, hands finally finding their rightful place on your hips, so massive the tips of his thumbs overlay your ribs. âNow be a good dirty girl for Daddy and make a mess all over his thigh, sweetheart.âÂ
And thatâs all the permission you need, really.Â
Oh, itâs so cute, the way your cunt clenches against his sculpted muscles, the way he feels your hole flutter eagerly around nothing as wet, sticky warmth floods his thigh, the way your clit throbs in time with it, pressed tightly to his leg.
Youâre whimpering out his name, skin clammy and glittering with sweat, tiny dewdrops beaded along your temples catching in the waning sun rays as you snuggle into his jaw, pliant and languid.
But Daddy isnât done with you just yet.
The hands on your waist flex, blunt nails carving deep crescents into the fleshâlatched onto you, firm and stable, using his grip as leverage to force your hips to keep moving, even as they start to jerk.
A hiss is spit through the gaps of your teeth, sharp and sudden, whole body recoiling from the involuntary overstimulation. Shudders ripple through your flesh in vicious bouts as Sukuna aggressively rubs your sensitive cunt along his leg, pressing his thigh upward and grinding strong, defined muscle into your aching clit.Â
âDaddy!â you wail, clinging to him despite the agony, fingers twisting knots in his immaculately pressed dress shirt. âStâah!âSâtoo much, it hurts!âÂ
âOh, poor baby,â Sukuna pouts, oozing condescension. âYou didnât really think Daddy would just allow you misbehave in such a manner and get off without some sort of punishment, did you?âÂ
No, you didnât; of course you didnât, butâ
âQuite stupid, my pretty girl is,â he shakes his head with a chuckle, spikes of ice prickling your spine. âYou wanted to ride Daddyâs thigh, so you are going to ride Daddyâs thigh, over and over and over again until your cute lil cunt has been rubbed raw, until Daddy decides itâs enough.âÂ
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