#unaware foot domination

[anon-sect]

TF Story requested by @mississippisocksblog

Drayson was in the special unit on the police force in charge of gathering intel in a special way. It was a simple get in and get out without the suspect knowing you was even present kind of job that his special unit was in charge of. It was made possible through TF advance technology. Many criminals had been put behind bars because of the expertise skills of his unit. But there were some casualties as well. Sometimes things didn't go exactly as planned and some officers were lost to the job. Yet that was the nature of his unit.

Drayson's mission was to gather evidence on Mr. Jim Brown, a big time CEO of Tangen Pharmaceutical Inc. They had been reported stories of foul play in the company and he was the ringleader of it all. All other attempts to prove it had failed.

Drayson was inspecting Jim's house while he was away on business when he heard Jim returning home a little earlier than expected. He had no way of getting out without being noticed. He took the special pill provided to operatives out in the field. He heard Jim coming up stairs to his room. The only thing he could think of was dress socks. Within seconds, he was nothing put a pair of dress socks on the floor. As long as he was ignored and not worn, he should be fine to escape sometime later.

Jim walked in to see his room had a little mess more than he usually has. "Someone was here." He spoke to himself. He knew the police were investigating him, but he didn't know how one could have gotten in without him noticing on his house cameras. It was a mystery. At the time, that didn't matter. He had another meeting to attend.

Jim went to get a new pair of dress socks, but found no clean pair left in his sock drawer. He needed to have clothes washed, he realized. He then saw a pair laying on the floor, all clean. He wondered how he had missed that pair. He picked them up and placed them on his bed. As he changed into his suite attire, he put on his dress socks and finished getting ready. He left ten minutes later for an important business meeting.

Drayson wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad thing. He could tell his suspect was heading to a big meeting, but he was now stuck on his feet. It would not have been too bad if not for some other factors. One, the guy didn't shower before changing, so his feet really reeked of foot odor and musk extremely bad. Two, his dress shoes smelled like a rodent had died in it. He really felt like gagging so badly being trapped and surrounded by such a foul stench. At least being walked on wasn't so bad. He was able to dull his pain sensors thanks to training he received by his supervising officers.

The meeting seemed to last a while, but he heard everything. Jim was money laundering almost millions of dollars. He had the evidence to take him down. All he needed to do now was get back to the station with what he knew and where to look, but there was only one problem. Jim was still wearing him. Getting the evidence was good, but he was being tortured by Jim's feet in the process. Several times, Jim would wiggle his toes. That caused the odor from between his toes to spread even more. Being on and surrounded by the foul smell was horrible. He was so ready to be off the guy's feet. He kind of wish he had thought of something else to turn into, but he was short on time at that moment.

Sometime later, Jim got back home from work, undressed and relaxed on his bed. He didn't take his socks off. For some reason, his socks were really comfortable to wear. They didn't seem like normal dress socks. He didn't know why, but he liked the way they felt on his feet. He decided he would wear them for a solid week or two just to see how comfortable they truly were.

ONE MONTH LATER...

Jim was relaxing on this bed after a long day at the office. He was amazed at his socks. He wore them to work every time for a good month, and they never tore or had a hole in them. He didn't know why that was, but he loved it. It meant he didn't have to change dress socks ever again. He could just wear this pair every time. He decided to take a nap on his bed.

Drayson was mentally pleading and crying for Jim to stop wearing him. He was forced to endure stinky experience after stinky experience for the past thirty days. It was horrible. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that Jim didn't know his dress socks were a police officer. But he was so over being a pair of socks, but there was never an opportunity to change back without being noticed. Every night, he was just about stuffed in stinky dress shoes, preventing him from changing back. Then the next morning he would be back on Jim's feet. He could only pray and hope an opportunity would come soon. He didn't want to be stuck as the guy's socks forever.

[anon-sect]

Each step that he had to bear was pain renewed. Elvin was not loving his new existence one bit. He attempted to steal a pair of shoes from one of the shoe stores in the mall but was caught by the mall police. The store he tried to steal from offered a better solution than the perpetrator being arrested.

Elvin found himself transformed into a pair of flip flops. He was placed in a shoe box and put on the shelf to be sold. It took several days, but a guy with a size 13.5 bought him. He eventually found out his owner's name was Dawson. He thought he would have to wait till Dawson got home to be worn, but he was wrong. Right after he was bought, Dawson put him directly on his feet. He walked out of the store wearing him.

it was painful from the beginning as his owner's size 13.5 feet crushed him for his personal comfort. The bad part was that Dawson did not know that his new flip flops were a former human being. He treated him like normal flip flops since that was what he had been turned into by the store owner. That was three weeks ago.

Nothing has changed since then in some ways. There was one slight difference, though. Dawson now wears him every day. Each day is pain renewed followed by foot odor, especially when he had been worn all day. By the end of the day, his owner's feet reeks. If you add in the foot sweat, it turned out to be an horrible life for Elvin. He was completely at the mercy of Dawson's feet unaware. Completely dominated under another guy's feet for the rest of his life with no sign of recue.

[partywithoutsmiling]

Another AU that has been knocking around my mind for a while XD I call it Moonlit AU

It can be summed as such: Pop Trolls are pretty wild bunch when it comes to looks, varying in colours, flocking/fur patterns, glitter, freckles, hair, you name it

It got me thinking, what sort of thing would they find attractive in prospective partner? While singing/harmonizing could be a part of it (and ngl, that did made me think of the Happy Feet movies, as silly as those were), my mind turned towards more physical attributes

Thus, this AU was born- where one of the reasons why Pop trolls like to be most active at night (to party) is that a Moon's Light also allows them to appreciate fur/flocking patterns otherwise hidden, where the complexity and style varies from troll to troll, as is thought to show one's inner self

Contrary to what one would expect from the Princess (and future Queen) of Pop, Poppy's patterns are rather simple- but striking nonetheless, firm and bold stripes, like taking a wide brush to a canvas- straightforward but chaotic in their hardly orderly fashion Poppy struts her patterns; they are unique and dominant among the general showing of swirls, polka dots and flower like spottings She is aware her stripes are not considered the most attractive of features- too similar to that of a predatory critter, too sharp for who is supposed to be cheerful queen of equally cheerful people- but she is a romantic at heart and believes that when it will be time to choose a consort, those physical features are surface-level importance at best, and this is the mentality she has going forward, looking at the glowing marks of her friends and considering them equally beautiful no matter what.

Until she manages to spot Branch one night outside under the full moon light that is.

Branch's pattern, in high contrast to Poppy, is far more complex. Symetrical but delicate in its filigree, and far more detailed than anything the Princess has ever seen before. Usually, Branch ventures out only on moonless nights, as he feels the glow of his marks are too visible, too dangerous to just show out and about, for every dangerous predator to see- and it is purely bad luck when bad weather caughts him outside longer than he would have liked, and Poppy manages to catch the sight of him while he is completely unaware he had been seen.

All her conviction flies right out of the window, as she looks at his delicate patterning and her mind just goes blank and - Oh

Usually she would have called out to him, ask him to come to a party- but she feels mesmerized, hypnotized by the elegance of the filigree, and her mind longs for a way to memorate it forever- with a photo, or a painting- and she stares at the entrance of his bunker long after he vanished inside, completely stupefied and wrong footed.

Before, Poppy hardly ever gave Branch a thought, when it came to this part of Pop Troll culture; as part of her, guiltily, sort of assumed that with his lack of colour, his patterning would be rather bland as well- and besides, it's not like he ever shown a desire to participate in courting dances.

But now she is left with sudden new, and unexpected feeling- her heart and breath going now a bit faster everytime she catches a glimpse of him from now on, her cheeks flushing and her tail wagging in excitement

(Her desk's drawer is filled with failed cut out scrapbook pieces of leaves and tiny detailed filigree, as she attempts to journal her sudden and new discover and cant get it quite right)

Tldr; Pop Trolls have fur/flocking patterns that appear only under the moon's light, and Poppy finds Branch's so irresistibly attractive she hardly knows what to do with herself

This pushes her to try and spend more time with him- just spend time with him, no trying to push him to go to parties with her or trying to get him to sing or hug

For his part, Branch is both secretly pleased his own crush is now paying more attention to him than to Creek (who is not happy with this development) but also holy shit Poppy is paying more attention to him, so it is kind of unnerving for him, freaking him out

[anon-sect]

Story requested by @chrishemsworthservant

It had been two weeks since receiving a special pair of white ankle socks and shoes. Both were super comfortable, and the material was quite durable. He had literally worn them nearly every day for the past two weeks. Liam Hemsworth had bragged about them to his brother Chris. He even used the socks as cum rags on a few occasions during the past two weeks.

Liam would have to change into costume for the movie set. He would leave his special pair of socks and shoes in his trailer to put them back on after the end the day.

Chris came to visit his brother on set one day, to hang out. He had asked about where he could find a special pair of socks and shoes like he had. HIs brother let him know that the studio could only make them sparingly since the material used is sometimes hard to get.

Chris Hemsworth wanted to know what it was like to wear such durable socks or shoes. While his brother was still on set filming, he went to his trailer and found them laying around. He grabbed them up. He left his socks and shoes in their place. Even though his feet were slightly bigger than his brothers, he tried on the special pair of socks and shoes. The socks began to stretch to fit his feet. He thought the shoes and socks would be tight on his feet at first. But he saw they were not ordinary shoes and socks. Both stretched and adjusted to his feet to fit his feet perfectly. He had never seen socks or shoe change size to fit whoever wears them. He began to wonder where they got the material for them and where he can get him another pair like these.

Ronny hated LIam's feet. Somehow his mind as still intact after two weeks being tormented by his feet. The bad thing was the actor was completely unaware of what he was doing to another person. Cleaning up his cum made his life so degrading, the way Liam used him. He wasn't all too pleased when Liam's brother got a hold of him. His feet stretched him, which was painful as he was forced to fit on the larger pair of feet. He then saw his form change to fit Chri's feet. The pressure of this new pair of feet was worse than the previous owner's feet. He mentally wished he could reach out to Chris to let him know what torment he was doing to another person, but lacking that ability just made his situation feel even more degrading. Another actor was literally wearing him as his socks.

Pete was so over smelling like Liam's feet. The constant being stepped on and stood on me him feel like he was in an unrelenting and unending hell. He so wished he could tell Liam what the studio did to him and his friend and how much his feet was punishing them. But he was a literal pair of shoes that couldn't speak or move on its own. But to have Chris's feet reshape him to make room for his big feet made matters worse for them. He felt the intense pain as Chris left the studio, crushing both him and Ronny. It was a constant wave of pain after pain. They never could get use to Liam's feet, now the brother was dominating them just like Liam did. He could hear voice all around him but could not reach out for help. The actor continued to enjoy what was on his feet while unaware dominating him.

Chris loved the way the socks and shoes felt. He had never worn a pair that was this comfortable before. He decided that he would keep them for himself since they are no longer the size of his brother's feet. He may give them back one day, but till then they were his.

ONE MONTH LATER.......

Chirs was out getting a few things for the house. Each step felt so good thanks to his special shoes and socks. He was so amazed how they were holding up after a solid month of full use. He did pay his brother Liam some money to compensate for losing his socks and shoes, but he just couldn't give them up. He didn't know how the studio made them, but he was glad they did. They were the best pair of socks and shoes he owned.

Ronny's mind was almost completely gone. He couldn't think straight whatsoever. He ceased to complain about Chris's feet. Chris would use him for gym sessions, running errands or just simply chilling around the house. For the past month, all he ever thought about was feet. No matter how much pain and torment Chris's feet did to him, this was his life now.

Pete's mind was nothing but a dumb pair of sneakers. He ceases to think at all by the time. When he once reeked of Liam's feet, it was now replaced with Chris's foot odor. It completely eroded his mind. His insole face was reshaped under the pressure of Chris's feet. The foot odor, and level of comfort his insole face was providing left him just as what he looked like., a pair of sneakers.

[myownwholewildworld]

veni, vidi, victus sum (a "per aspera ad astra" drabble)

main masterlist | series masterlist | read on ao3 pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: marcus returns from war with the worst news possible. a/n: considering that i started this story here by posting the end first... may i interest you in how it all started? c: i appreciate comments and reblogs, they make me happy knowing that people enjoy my writing <3 take care x warnings: 18+, mdni. pure angst because i don't know any better. death of a secondary character. w/c: 2.3k

July, 106 AD

Marcus’ right hand shook uncontrollably. So much so, he had to wrap his left around the opposite wrist and squeeze as hard as he could, hoping to stop the tremor that suddenly took hold of his muscles and soul.

He hadn't even had time to wash off the mud and sweat. Nor to process everything that had happened in the last few days. Once his mission was done and dusted, only then and in the privacy of his own company, would he give himself permission to break down. He would be a terrible General if he let himself be dominated by emotion at such important moment for the Empire.

Returning from Dacia after an intense campaign, Marcus had been at the head of the Roman column that would carry out the offensive towards the east of the Dacian capital, Sarmizegetusa, while General Atticus, his inseparable friend to whom he would have blindly entrusted his life, and son-in-law to Emperor Traianus, led the battle towards the center of the town.

That week the Empire had annexed a new region that would bring great wealth. But Marcus, personally, had lost much more than what he truly had gained. Lady Justice had spoken, letting the balance tip completely in favour of collective Roman rule and not his personal one.

Marcus walked between the marble columns of a secluded hallway in the Domus Flavia, the public area of ​​the Imperial Palace on Palatine Hill, as if he was an umbra. He put one foot in front of the other automatically, his mind on a land more than six hundred Roman miles away.

The siege of the Dacian capital to the east had been especially bloody. The enemy had presented a good strategy; the thread of many souls being skewed by the Parcae on both fronts. Among them, that of his own son, Augustus. At eighteen years old, he had been a great military promise, the best candidate to one day replace his father.

If Marcus closed his eyes, he could still remember Augustus’ warm, battered body in his arms. His empty orbs, observing the infinite, reflected the horror of his last seconds in this world. A thick and rudimentary pilum protruding from his chest was a macabre picture Marcus would have trouble forgetting. Its tip so sharp, it had pierced through the segmented lorica with ease, embedding itself in his heart, blood still gushing out.

By the time Marcus’ knees hit the ground by Augustus’ side, Pluto had already claimed his son to join His ranks. The bloodshed had continued to unfold around him, a maddening dance of swords, as if the world had not just stopped —as if Marcus had not just lost the only reason that kept him standing.

His reality had just sunk into the blackest misery and the rest of humanity was there, present yet impassive, blind to his pain.

But there had been no time to grieve — not there, during the darkest hour.

An enemy sword hovered over him, and he had to react.

When the battle died down and his soldiers celebrated the victory, Marcus dragged the corpse of his only son to the edge of some oleanders, where he managed to dig a hole with the help of his gladius and his own fingers.

Time was of the essence, which prevented him from laying Augustus to rest following the rituals of the Roman religion. He could only place a bronze coin over Augustus' mouth as payment to Charon, the ferryman of the Underworld, before throwing dirt on him. He then had composed himself as best he could, letting the General's façade fall on his face, and headed east, unaware that his friend Atticus had suffered a similar end.

On one day alone, he had lost two of the most important people in his life.

His mind returned to the present. From his right hand hung the decapitated head of Decebalus, already so decomposed that there was no blood left inside. The coward had tried to escape to Ranisstorum and, in his last desperate moments, committed suicide when Marcus and another officer, Tiberius Maximus, were hunting him down.

Finding his enemy defeated by his own demons was an anticlimactic moment, given the events of the previous days. Tiberius circumambulated towards Sarmizegetusa again, while Marcus and his legion, along with Atticus’, returned to Rome.

He was defeated, physically and mentally. Marcus just wanted to finish that damned mission and return to his villa. An empty one, devoid of a family he once revered.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in the throne room, with Emperor Traianus staring at him, a sardonic smile painting his lips. After placing the head of Decebalus at the feet of the Emperor, he gave his last report of war. When the time came to deliver the news that his son-in-law, General Atticus, had perished in battle, the smile faded from Traianus’ face. That would be a hard blow to recover from.

Marcus explained the details that had been entrusted to him, omitting the death of his firstborn and ending with the fact that Atticus’ legion was carrying his corpse through the streets of Rome at that very moment, heading to the basilica of the Domus Flavia to begin with the funeral rites.

At least one of the two would have proper burial.

He said goodbye with deferential courtesy and shuffled out of there. He still had one last assignment: to inform the wife of General Atticus and daughter of the Emperor, you.

With heavy feet, Marcus ambled towards the most private wing of the Palace, the Domus Augustana. One of the maids guided him through the unfamiliar corridors, leaving him in front of a basin raised on a half column. Marcus took the hint, realising that there was still dirt—and specks of dried blood—embedded in his face. He did as he was asked, drying his skin with a linen cloth, before resuming his pace.

Finally, they stopped in front of double doors, and the maid knocked.

A minute later, they swung open.

Steeling himself for what was to come, Marcus bowed his aching back, keeping his eyes on the expensive stone that lined the floor.

“Domina mea (my lady),” he greeted you with deference.

Keeping busy while worry stalked the back of your mind was a colossal task. One you should have been used to by now, but it was nonetheless nerve-wracking.

Having to wait around until you heard news from your husband was not how you wanted to spend your days, but for love you had to. For Rome, you had to. Your husband, Resius Atticus, was your father’s most trusted ally, which meant he was kept away from you for long nights.

You flicked through the pages of the shabby parchment, its ink slowly fading with the passage of time. Finding yourself reading the same paragraph again, you decided to put it aside. You curled up on the chaise lounge, hugging your knees as the sun filtered through the slit window — a ray of sunshine kissing your skin, leaving a warm trail.

Closing your eyes, you revelled in the rare moment of quiet, of peace, a smile lingering on the corners of your mouth.

A knock on the door swept the instant away, and then your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

Today was the day when Resius was meant to return. To his duties in the court, but also to you. You looked forward to settling back into a routine with him, lazy afternoons spent by the private gardens, talking sweet nothings to each other. Despite the years spent by his side, you didn’t tire of him, of your unbreakable relationship.

So, when you swung the double doors open with a pearly smile tugging at your lips, you did not expect to see your husband’s best friend instead.

Your heart suddenly stopped in your chest, swelling to an uncomfortable point. It stretched, a crawling feeling tearing your skin apart from the inside out.

Widened eyes, they locked on his, searching for answers and finding none. Marcus wore an impassible expression, but the way he averted his glassy eyes told you everything you needed to know.

This could only mean one thing. Your worst nightmare taking form, escaping from your dreams and filtering into reality.

Still shocked, you saw the server scurrying away, leaving you alone with the General — but not your General.

“May I come in, Augusta (Imperial Princess)?” his soft voice broke through your blocked eardrums.

Jarred, you nodded, stepping aside to let Acacius in.

You stood there, numb and confounded, your brain trying to find another reason for General Acacius’ visit.

“Please, let us sit down,” Acacius spoke gently, a firm hand on the small of your back guiding you towards the chaise lounge.

This truly felt like a dream, ethereal and foggy, something your vivid imagination had come up with during an unrequited afternoon nap. That had to be it, because this could not be it. You still had a thousand lives to live besides Resius — you had prayed to the Gods for his safe return and they never failed you.

Under Acacius’ direction, you sat down, the pillow underneath giving way to the weight of both of you.

“Domina mea, I regret to be the bearer of bad news. General Atticus perished at the mercy of a Dacian sword, defending two of his fallen soldiers from certain death,” his words shook your system, the numbness taking hold of all your being.

Silence lingered, and you both sat there with eyes fixed on nothing.

This just wasn’t real, couldn’t be. You refused to register such cruel information, shaking your head to unhear what had been spoken aloud.

“No, you have to be wrong, Acacius. I am sure you are,” you finally replied, eyes looking for his tired orbs. A hand flew to one of his resting on his knee, squeezing it tight. “You are wrong. This must be some twisted joke.”

Acacius’ sight did not lie though. You could see the pain emanating from his eyes, the utter bareness they exuded. With pursed lips, he just stared at you, his free hand hovering over yours on his knee until he stroked it warmly.

“I am truly sorry, Domina mea. I… I wish I was lying,” his voice faltered momentarily. “I lament not having been by his side. Had I been, I would have gladly traded my life for his. I would have…”

Acacius did not finish the sentence, because the wail that tore through your throat interrupted him. A fresh wound split your chest in half, all emotions pouring out in a sudden burst. Tears welled up, blurring your vision, and you clutched at your chest, your lungs shrinking with your heart. A burning sensation filled you and then deserted you, leaving you empty, cold — broken.

Losing Resius was a death sentence to your heart, to your soul. To all you were and would be. Life would not—could not—be the same if he was no longer brightening it for you. Hope was no longer your companion, the easy happiness that usually shimmered within you all gone with the blow of a few simple words.

Something crawled inside you, twisting and twitching and breaking and consuming. Something dark, something sad, something shattered. Grief suffocated your heart. This was not pain, this was torment. Living hell.

The raw intensity of it all clouded your mind. Your fractured soul looking for a chink of solace, wanting to cling onto a sliver of hope. Before thinking, you let go of the dam of your emotions, sobs flooding your mouth, as you turned around and hugged Acacius.

Little did it matter the blood and dirt on his worn armour, you needed the comfort of a friendly shoulder. Acacius would understand your pain, the suffering that crushed your soul, because he had also lost his best friend. The two of them had been inseparable for decades — you both had lost someone important that day. He would understand. You knew he did.

Threading your arms around his shoulders, you cried your sorrow in the crook of his neck, kind palms rubbing your back, commending your pain to leave your body. So, you wept until your eyes were bloodshot, until they itched and dried like a river during the worst drought of the century. Trickles of tears stained your cheeks, lashes clumping together under the heaviness of tearful dew.

Time was lost to the dragging pain, and only when Acacius’ hands stroked your shoulders, did you venture a look in his direction, leaning back. The naked expression on his face told you how much agony he carried. The soreness his eyes distilled was on par with yours.

“I am sorry for your loss too,” you offered your condolences. After all, he had lost his best friend. “I trust that your son Augustus found his way back home safe.”

Before their departure, Acacius and his son had paid you both a visit, a meal shared at night between old friends’ jests and company. You remembered Augustus’ enthusiasm to make his father proud on their first campaign together. How Acacius had looked at his heir with adulation and pride — the apple of his eyes. Acacius’ wife had died during childbirth, which had only reinforced the close relationship between father and son.

A feeble smile loitered on his mouth, a brief nod putting your mind at ease. Neither of you needed more suffering tonight.

“He is resting now,” was his succinct reply.

But Acacius always was, so his reassurance soothed your soul a little.

At least Acacius and his son had made it out alive.

[anon-sect]

Pete and Ronny wanted to get special pictures of Liam Hemsworth to sell to his fans. They had done this before with a lot of celebrities as a form of making money on the side. Many fans had paid them a good amount of money for the pictures they take of their favorite celebrities. This job was no different from any other they have done before. They knew he was staring in another movie. All they needed to do was sneak on set and take some pictures. Then leave before getting escorted out by security.

Both had successfully got to the set using the fake identifications. It seemed like they would be successful just like all the other jobs they did in getting special pictures. "But they were shocked when security approached them. They followed security to another part of the set, thinking security would just escort them completely off the premises.

"Gentlemen, you two are the first to experience our new way of dealing with trespassers at the studio." The head of security spoke with them. 'In times past, we would simply escort you out, but we were given authority to handle trespassers in our own way." He paused again as one of the other security guys produced a strange device.

"To further protect the set, we make use of trespassers in a unique way, that the celebrities aren't aware of." The head of security continued. "One of you will be turned into a pair of socks and the other into a pair of shoes. You will then be gifted to Mr. Hemsworth completely unaware of your living existence." He paused again. "In this effort we punish those who sneak in the studio to take advantage of our clients and make you useful at the same time. Any question before we proceed?" He finished as the other security guy was adjusting the settings in the strange device.

Pete and Ronny didn't know if they were actually telling the truth or lying. Either way, they didn't want to find out. "Just let us leave. We promise never to come back." Ronny quickly spoke, hoping to dissuade them from doing what they were planning. "Yes, you would never see us back on the property ever again, I promise." Pete added to Ronny's plea.

One of the security guys flashed a light from the device at Ronny. He was instantly reduced to a pair of white ankle socks on the floor. Pete saw the guy make another adjustment in the device. Seeing that they were telling the truth, Pete pleaded to let them both go free or even get arrested. He would have preferred they called the cops and they be taken to jail. The security guy fired a flash from the device at him. Pete instantly found himself completely immobile. He must have been turned in shoes if Ronny was socks, he figured. Still, this was not something he wanted done to him nor Ronny. He had no way of screaming out for help. He was simply alone with his thoughts as he was picked up off the floor can carried somewhere. Sadly, he knew where they both were going.

Ronny heard staff talking to Liam as they handed him over to the actor. They claimed that special durable socks and shoes were created just for him and his to keep. The actor greatly appreciated and accepted the two gifts. Liam wanted to try out his new socks right away. He felt himself get filled up with Liam's feet. The actor's feet had a slight odor to them, but not terribly bad. But it was the situation that made it bad. Ronny wasn't fond of feet in any way, but to literally be wrapped around another guy's feet was a nightmare. The fact that the actor was completely unaware of how his feet was torturing a person caused him mental anguish. Simply being walked on was painful. The weight of the actor bearing down on him was beyond imagination. Not to mention, feeling the ground beneath the actor's feet made it even worse. Step after step was a constant wave of pain upon pain. He begged for death in any form to take him from this nightmare. At least Pete was somewhat lucky, the actor decided he would try his durable shoes on later while he continued to walk to his vehicle on just the durable socks alone.

Pete knew how much Ronny hated feet. He couldn't even imagine the torment his friend was going through. Yet his turn would come soon enough. The actor would soon try him on as well. He mentally tried to reach out to Liam for help, but being shoes, he didn't have a voice or any way to stop the actor from wearing him. He just had to await the same fate that Ronny was experiencing.

Liam like the way the socks felt as he got into his vehicle. They definitely had a different feel about them. He looked forward to seeing how durable the sock and shoes really were. He might have to wear them both for a week straight to find out. He was slightly curious as to what material they used to make them durable, but then he did love free gifts from the studios. No need complaining about them or trying to find out what they are made out of. May as well just enjoy them. These shoes and socks, he would wear for solid week straight at first or maybe even longer.

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Crystal Moon

dynamic: g!p ning x siren!fem reader

synonsis: ningning went to a nearby beach to clear her mind but there’s a unexpected visitor who she meets along the way

warnings: dubcon, manipulation, exhibition, seduction, dacryphilia (crying), begging, overstimulation, both are dominate at one point, Ning is a little depressed lmk if I’m missing smth !!!!

wc: 1,329 or 1.3k

A/N: in honor of my LONNGGGGG awaited return I’ve made something new plus I’m accepting bg requests!!

The old sand molted the shape of ningning feet as she walked along the beachside, this was the only way she would be able to think, everything was just so clouded in her mind and she needed to catch a break, whether it was paparazzi or stalkers following her it was all too much, this beach reminded her of the good times she had as a kid although it looked different….. it was windier and cloudy all the time not a lick off sun in sight..

Ning rested against a large rock near the ocean the tidal waves marking their path in the brown sand, her eyes felted heavy as she glanced at the empty vodka bottle she had tucked away in her jacket, she knew she’d have to go back and face reality eventually but a little break wouldn’t hurt anyone

She let her eyes close for a brief second before a a sweet yet seductive tune played in her head, maybe it was the alcohol she thought over and over until the rhythm changed…”Yeah theres no way I’m dreaming” she thought as her legs dangled from the large rock, the tune got louder and more intense but the voice of whatever it was made her head foggy, foggier than it was before it was mind controlling in a way, she counted complain it was such as beautiful thing to hear but she felt like it was the only thing she heard the sound of the ocean water hitting the rocks gone, the sound of the birds chirping and flapping their wings erased, just the tune was heard, yeah she was in denial until a dark figure was seen moving from under the wooden brown bridge in front of her.

Maybe her suspicions were true she’s not dreaming…but in fact hallucinating Ning groaned as she lifted her body off the rock before plopping down on the sand, she could’ve swore she stepped on a seashell or a hermit crab? But nonetheless her foot was on a sharp object, she didn’t know if she wanted to check on her foot or follow the figure who released the tune..

She just couldn’t think straight so ignoring her very aching foot she went after it but the song got louder and more hypnotizing and intoxicating it felt like drinking the most throat burning alcohol in the world, right when it felt like she was gonna faint she spotted a dark purple tail she reached out to try and grab it but it moved upwards like it was begging Ning to touch it, but that’s when the song stopped as the tail turned into a pair of long soft legs

“H-hello” Ning said with a shaky voice unaware of the creature that was before her eyes, the now human walked in front of ning as she gawked, your skin was glistening as her eyes trailed from your body to your chest then your dark eyes, they looked lifeless to Ning but she didn’t move..she couldn’t move..it was like someone was holding her in place.. you were holding her place the song she heard wasn’t a dream or a hallucination it was you..you lead her here to do what exactly??

Your dark eyes pierced her skin, it made her feel invisible but when your hand touched and grasped her shoulder she knew you were real “w-who are you” she whispered “if I told you who I was I’d be banished so let’s just call me siren” her voice gave her chills as she nodded your presence drove her crazy but your body was hypnotic, needless to say there was a visble tent in her pants as she looked at you trembling “I must say I never seen another human on this beach in months” Ning almost came right there when you kept speaking to her, she didn’t know you could sense her arousal, your arms brung Ning in for a bare hug before dragging her under the wooden brown bridge, she wanted to scream and fight, she didn’t want to go with you, she didn’t know if you wanted to kill her or even take her away she was defenseless because she just had to come to you, she just had to be attracted to your song and follow you…

You reached the bridge as you placed her down on the sand this part was much darker and colder it made her nipples perk up under her gray hoodie, Ning was afraid but aroused, you straddles her hips as your hands rested on her shoulders “you know what I’m gonna do to you is your own fault right…..you purposely followed me for you’re own reasoning” she wanted to believe it wasn’t but your words persuaded her, a smile formed on your lips as you unzipped her hoodie, her skin was so and delicate, it was life one slice with your claws and her skin would be tainted

Your hands trailed to her pants as her tent was visible you smiles softly before pulling them down but leaving them on her thighs although you were gonna take advantage of her you didn’t want her to get horrifyingly sick, there was a sight of precum left in her boxers as you pulled them down revealing her cock, it stood upright as it smacked against her soft belly it was so thick and long, this was visibly the biggest you’ve ever seen even male sirens didn’t have this much girth you thought as you slide down your panties, there was a hint of worry on nings face as you lifted yourself up then guided down on her cock, the stretch was painful but bearable, you sank down until your clit reached her pelvis, Ning gasped and whimpered under you as her hands immediately went to your hips kneading the soft flesh, you tried your best to stay silent but it just felt too good your body weakened as you moved your hips against hers her cock felt good in your tummy, her tips was pushing and hitting your cervix as you got leverage and started to lift your hips and bounce on your cock, your whimpers didn’t go unproved by Ning as she kept kneading your hips while letting out whimpers or curses every other second, your cunt squeezed her cunt deliciously as your hips moved restlessly it was so magical and synchronized, her flesh slapped against yours as liquid ran down your legs she didn’t know you came yet until the white ring formed around her cock, she felt her high coming as you clamped around her, she didn’t know you could get this tight it was unbearable as tears rolled down her cheeks, she came inside your cunt with a loud cry as her hands squeezed you tight, but you didn’t stop you wanted to be full you haven’t felt like that in a while and she was your only option, her cock veins bulged and dragged against her spongy walls as you came again, your cum was beginning to soaked her joggers, Ning hiccuped as she pleaded and begged you to go faster, her feeble voice was such a turn on it made your cunt quiver around her, you felt her hands snake up your body and grasp your chest fondling with your nipples, you moaned at the sensation, as your hips stuttered.. you were close again but so was Ning her cock throbbed inside of your cunt as she squeezed and pinched your nipples your bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you came around her for the last time, Ning followed as her warm cum coated your walls.

Nings eyes closed as you lifted yourself off her, you cleaned her up but left her on the sand unconscious or conscious you’ll never know, but you did know she’d be back to look for you and always you’d be singing your tune wishing she would be the one to come find you….

[xoluvx]

Hi bb! First I am absolutely obsessed with your writing and Billie and Ive just fallen into your page and am in love! 🥹

Would you consider writing about Billie and the reader where the reader has been in a traumatic situation and hates storms and Billie ends up comforting and a little ✂️ action and cuddling to comfort? xx

aw thank you angel 🥺 and omg i love the ✂️ action during a storm hello??? please enjoy thiiiis 💖💖

“It’s okay,” her voice trickled in your ear, soft and warm as she held your close. You buried your face further in chest, gripping her shirt tighter and tighter each time you heard a noise. Chest tightening, body shaking, eyes shut.

“I got you, baby,” Billie whispered wrapping both arms around you as she rocked your body gently.

“It’ll pass,” her tone was reassuring, urging your body to calm down, but you tensed when you heard a loud rumble and she squeezed your arm.

“Hey, look at me” she said holding your chin, lifting your head so you were looking at her. Your eyes were glistening, bottom lip pouting. When your eyes met, you couldn’t help but get lost in her blue orbs, so warm and tender. Even in the dim light of the lamp, they shone. She brought her face closer and you extended your neck, lips touching tenderly.

Her hand spread across your cheek pulling you closer, limbs tangled as your mouths opened and closed hungrily.

It didn’t take long for hands to start prying at clothes, pealing and discarding the articles of fabric until your naked bodies molded into one. So close you could feel the goosebumps on her skin.

She tugged at your bottom lip with her teeth and you let her, drowning in her dominance. Letting her take control of your body and soul. She maneuvered your bodies until you were straddling her, one thigh draped over her torso, the other tucked under her thigh.

Her hands were gentle on your hips, fingers curling on your skin as she urged your body to move. Your wet pussies touched so intimately as you hung your head, lost in pleasure. She watched you through hooded lids, biting her lip as you swayed on top of her so slowly, your clits rubbing just for the sake of feeling close.

She planted her foot on the bed so you could hold her thigh and support your weight. You swayed and rolled your hips. She held your thigh running her fingers up your delicate skin. You moaned and rested your cheek on her knee, the friction overpowering. She lifted her hips and you moved faster, holding your hand under her knee clinging to her flesh as your pace increased; lips parted, moans running down her thigh.

You slid on her pussy trying to reach your high. Mumbling words of encouragement, she watched as you moved on top of her. So beautiful and careless and completely unaware of the storm roaring outside. You felt your pussy tighten as you kissed her knee. You couldn’t hold on much longer.

She squeezed your thigh moving her hips and you caved. Your legs shaking, pussy throbbing as you came on her own pulsing heat.

You took a few seconds to collect yourself. Cheek still pressed on her knee. Mouth open gasping for air. She felt your heart beating against her inner thigh and carefully pulled on your arm bringing you down to her. You laid next to her, leg draped over her body. Chest beating.

She wrapped you in her arms, hand cupping your jaw. Lips touching softly drowning out all the noise. Cuddling, filling you up with comfort and love.

[4pfsukuna]

Todo headcannons/drabble

The lack of love yall show Todo is INSANE, but its alright… imma do our himbo hottie some justice

Warnings: lil bit of smut, mentions of Todo being a much cause he for sure is.

Being Todos girlfriend was… indescribable.

You two meet senior year of college you were a fashion major and wanted to explore one of the most fasionable places in the workd…japan.

The only love on your mind was love for clothes not romance with any men.

So when a big beefy man is standing in the door way you barely pay him any mind even though hes flexing every muscle you pay him no mind.

He thinks its love at first sight from your beauty alone and he was going to introduce himself but the sweet intoxicating aroma of your perfume makes his brain short circuit and forget about stranger danger… and boundaries… and introductions. 

IT’s not until “my beautiful tiger lily a flower as delicate as you shouldnt be carrying such a heavy load allow me” to an unaware you whos more focused on where to get lunch from.

Hes talking about you carrying all the fabrics you have thats overflowing your bag from class  and not just any bag but your denim telfar and it all happens so fast.

Hes grabbing your bag thinking hes being a gentlemen (mans is delusional okay) but youre from new york and the last time a man touched your bag he was halfway down the train platform with it and your laptop.

So off pure instinct you swing as hard as you can.

This is no cliche experience where youre the first woman who can put him on his ass, no! The man is a brickhouse you basically punched a wall. The pain shoots through your hand faster than the curses can fly out your mouth and Yuji, poor poor Yuji is witnessing it all has to come to the rescue.

“I am so sorry about my— him” he apologizes as you craddle your hand to your chest fighting back tears. That was a punch that would have caved a man's chest in.

You have to wear a cast for 3 weeks and Todo takes it upon himself to become your personal servant and he seems more than happy to? You make not to ask Yuji what was wrong with him…again and if all men were like him.

No man is like Todo Aoi.

The man may wbe delusional but hes smitten. For the next 3 weeks he’s at your door 8am sharp ready to make breakfast and aid you in whatever you need and ogling every morning when you open the door at the different ways you style your hair and clothes.

You swear He almost faints the day you open the door and you two have on the same matching nike swishy joggers. He paired his with a white tee while yours with a black graphic tee tied up and a bucket hat. 

You’re also convinced he has stars in his eyes when he realizes its his tee that he left 3 days ago on accident not wanting to get messy while making you onigiri.

Oh yes this man cooks! and will cook 3 meals a day which isnt a shock look at how big he is?! He takes advantage of your dominant hand being in a cast and your lack of knowledge on how to use chopsticks to feed you. 

Of course you put up a fight but if a fine ass 6 foot 4 pure muscle chef wants to buy your groceries cook and feed you… who were you to deny?!

He listens to your music while he cooks but loves meg thee stallion. 

Back to you wearing his shirt He notices you didnt care youve known him for only 2 weeks and when your fashion mind got ahold of something your brain knew no limits. 

He loves hearing you talk about fashion and clothes and accompanying you on your shopping hauls, using carrying the bags as an excuse. So a few weeks later when your hand is fully healed and he’s still opening every door, carrying every bag and feeding you with chopsticks at a restaurant he just had to bring you to, your forced to realize you actually enjoy spending time with him.

Not only is he a foodie as much as you he takes the best pictures… Because he stares at you so much he knows all you’re best angles… all of them… And because he’s a native he knows the best photography spots.

Its when he takes you to a lounge restaurant that has music and food when you learn alot more about Todo, this man never said how much he loves to dance!

You call it his lil dancey dance which he IMMEDIATELY corrects and tells you “its the boogie woogie”

Dancey dance, like you said.

It’s almost 3am when the two of you leave and although you two had been drinking sake all night he seemed completely sober and maybe it was because he was so big. 

He goes completely tender, heart doing flips when you use his bicep as leverage to guide you down the street. It makes him feel like a man and with you being as strong willed and stubborn as you are, allowing him to lead,  makes him feel honored. 

Pulling a cherry blossom from a tree you two were walking under and it feels like a scene from a movie as you smell it and smile up at him his strength making more shower around you two. To him though this was how his world always looked when you were around.

Delusional or lover boy?

Todo is a heavy sleeper so when you Wake up to the sound of the alarm wrapped in his arms dressed in his tshirt your scarf on your head you’re shocked. What shocks you more is his usual bun isnt bunning his hair is sprawled around his face over his shoulders, long lashes touching the tips of his cheeks and has his lips always been this full and pretty? Were you catching feelings? Oh you were fucked.

For the rest of the day you can’t help but be awkward and sometimes you appreciate his obliviousness because he assumes you’re being strange because you’re hungry and goes to try a new recipe that he couldn’t wait to cook for you and you busy yourself with fashion…things.

You actually become submerged and your eyes can’t leave the screen not even when he request you taste what he’s made. You open your mouth leaning over to take whatever he made in your mouth not questioning what it would be until you notice it’s his fingers. He always fed you with chopsticks its when you make eye contact with him that— are his eyes in the shape of hearts?

You try to avoid him after that you didnt come to japan for romance you came for fashion. But of course hes not going for that this man knows your schedule, your habits, your hiding spots and your period cravings he would find you anywhere and he’s not letting you go until you tell him why you’ve been avoiding him.

Okay maybe he’s not that oblivious. So when you admit you’re feelings and tell him about your crush he’s back to heart eyes and the first thing out of his mouth is “let’s get married”

The man is Delusional. But the more you spend time with him after officially becoming his girlfriend you realize he’s delusional not dumb. 

Certified munch™️

Will eat you like the last meal before war.

Will suck your soul out of you like a crab leg.

He speaks sign language… with his tongue… on your clit.

And when your in the brink of conciousness thats when he pulls all 9 inches out. Nothing about this man is small or skinny.

Hes so… tender though. Has a worship kink and honestly youre not suprised. He wants to worship and caress every inch of your body every curve.

Hes also a jealous man, how dare another man think hes worth of your smile.

Jealous sex with him is always 12/10… its like hes trying to prove himself to you all over again pulling out tricks hes never done before.

Its when his jealousy goes to far putting you in an embarassing situation that you almost end his life.

You want to fold his clothes with him in it but…

The only thing better than jealous sex was angry sex and you commanding him trying to over power him  is the moment his soul no longer belongs to him. 

“Youre such a jealous man” you hiss riding his length one hand pressed into his abs for leverage the other switching from his bicep to his shoulder leaving the indent of your acrylic nails.

“And you know that yet still… baby fuck” he grunts his head in your shoulder trying to hold onto his release but your just so tight and warm and the squelching sounds mixed with your heavy breathing has his two brain cells fighting to form a sentence.

“Fuck… dont ever do no dumb shit mmmm like that again” you snap grabbing the nape of his neck pulling him up by the hair there and he almost cums like that.

He loves when you take control as much as he loves you taking your anger out on him his thumb goes to play with your clit knowing hes not going to last much longer.

“Like this” he smirks applying pressure and your hands slip but hes there to catch the pace pushing his hips up to match the rhythm you set. 

Your neighbors are not happy about your all night sessions but they wont say anything to the giant.

Aftercare is nothing less than special warm rag, massage, lofi music, the curtains open just enough to have the city lights on you and whatever 5 star meal he concocts up to make sure you eat before bed.

Tojis been a tenderoni for you since day 1.

[anon-vester]

Trey was assisting a customer who came in the store looking for the perfect pair of boots for his feet. The customer was being difficult as every pair his size was not the one he wanted, but he was refusing to leave until he found the perfect pair to buy. Trey was getting annoyed with the customer over his pickyness over what they had in their selection. He called his manager over to assist the customer while he handled other things in the store.

Every now and then, he kept looking at this manager and the customer. They seem to be talking a lot, he had noticed. He saw a little frustration on the face of his manager.

As he was stocking other things on the shelf, his manager came over to him. "Meet me in the back. I think I have a solution to our customer issue." Trey's manager told him. He finished stocking the last items and followed him to the back of the store.

"I think what we need is a custom pair of boots for him." Zachery spoke to his employee. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Ray app.

"Well, we need his shoe size and what kind of boots he is looking for," Trey responded, willing to help the annoying customer.

"I already have his shoe size, and he sent me the picture of what he is looking for." Zachery spoke as he hit the flash button on his phone screen. A new pair of custom boots now appeared where Trey was standing. He picked up the boots and went back to the customer. "Cory, try these on." He handed the boots over to him.

Cory took the boots. "I like the look of these. They look just like the picture I texted you. That was fast to find a custom pair." He spoke as he sat down and tried on the boots. "Wow, they feel amazing. They fit perfectly and the look I was going for." He gave him the satisfied signal with his fingers. "What do I owe you?" He asked.

"Since we had to look hard for this pair in the back, the price is $49.99." Zachery spoke as the Corey followed him to the register.

"You don't mind me wearing them out the store, do you?" Corey asked.

"No problem." Zachery responded as he took the cash and rung up his charge him up. He handed him the receipt and watched the happy customer leave satisfied. Corey was completely unaware of how custom his boots were, but that didn't matter. He was just happy he could please him so that he would come back soon and shop at his store.

Corey walked back to his car, loving how his new boots felt. He was curious at how they found just what he was looking for after telling him they didn't have it in the store. He wondered how they could produce such a custom pair with the right kind of insoles and size and look so quickly. Yet, it sort of didn't matter either. He had the boots he wanted. There was no need to worry about the previous part. He definitely would be shopping back at that store again.

Trey was mortified at how his manager just transformed him into boots and sold him to the customer without a single thought. He didn't even bother telling the guy how he came back so quickly with a custom pair of boots. He had found the customer so annoying, and now that same customer owned him unknowingly. The customer's feet were so heavy on his face, crushing it with each step. It was quite painful to be walked on, completely being dominated by the guy unknowningly. The socks had a slight odor to them as well. He was forced to take in that odor with no escape from it. He could feel the very surface the guy walked on under the soles of his boot bodies. This was his new life now. The sad part of it was that the guy wasn't even aware of just how much he was tortoring another human being just by using his feet. Honestly, since he was permanently stuck as boots, could he even call himself human anymore. He was just an object to the guy.

[lafleshlumpeater]

Heyy could I maybe request something of Luke Castellan x child of posideon!reader? Maybe like reader was watching Luke train and was like “oh shit thats hot” and is just completely flustered because of their boyfriend and it just gets steamy from there- if you catch my drift. Possibly could reader be gender neutral and afab? And maybe reader has a bit of a thing for choking and Luke finds out? Thats a lot sorry for that lol

ty for the request x

not proofread

Warning: Mentions of weapons, r calls luke daddy towards the end, choking, sub/dom themes- lmk if I missed any

Requests are always open <3

luke castellan masterlist

Luke was training. Normally, this would prove to be entertaining as his training sessions were filled with banter and a lot of laughter (since he swordfought with Percy a lot, and something about watching your boyfriend and brother taunting each other was hilarious) but this time he was focused on violently slashing up dummies. And due to the lack of intimacy you two had suffered from lately since either one of you always had some important task to do, you found this incredibly, incredibly hot.

As you stood there holding his ice- cold water bottle, you shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. How could you not find the view attractive? 

Sweat plastered his platinum blond hair to his head, and small rivulets of sweat lazily trickled down his muscular arms and forehead. He was wearing a thin, white vest which didn’t help matters, as this meant you could clearly see the outline of his abs and pecs. As his hands- oh, his beautiful, beautiful hands, with their long veins and rough skin- drove his sword into the dummies again and again, slaughtering them into shreds, you suddenly felt a lot hotter than you had been ten minutes ago… and it had nothing to do with the outside temperatures.

As the last dummy was sacrificed and sword sheathed again, Luke sauntered his way over to where you were standing somewhat awkwardly.

“Darling,” he greeted, before accepting the water bottle you offered him before chugging at it eagerly, unaware of the impact the nickname had on you. After he was done, he looked at you; taking in the lip biting and the anxious squirming.

“Babe?”, he questioned, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but he was not satisfied.

“Look at me.”

Tilting your chin to him so it was impossible for you to evade eye contact any longer, he took in your mottled pink cheeks and lust- blown eyes. His mouth rounded in a silent ‘oh’, and cupped your chin.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed.

You squirmed even more, his subtle dominating behaviour sending an even more powerful wave of heat to your core. “Don’t.”

He smirked, and whispered into your ear. “Or what, dolly?”

Shuddering, you meekly attempted to push him away.

“Luke.”

You had thought it would come out to sound like a warning, but if anything it was closer to a desperate moan, or even a whine. Although he was playing it cool, it turned Luke on more than anything that the sight of him just training was enough to make you needy for him. It was with this thought that he stopped teasing, and smashed his lips onto yours.

You parted your lips immediately, allowing access for his tongue to slip inside; you moaned, and you thanked all gods that it was muffled by Luke’s hot mouth. You didn’t even try to fight for dominance this time- you had already entered into your subspace due to the multiple nicknames he had addressed you with, and you were too far in to pull yourself out. His lips left yours, and your boyfriend began to trail wet, scraping kisses down your jaw and down your jugular, at which you cursed yourself for allowing a pitiful, whiny sound to leave your mouth.

“Hush, pretty,” he muttered, now smattering quick pecks into the hollow of your collarbone, leaving you gasping. He reached his hand up to your throat, squeezing slightly- not enough to hurt, but enough to cut your oxygen supply off.

You gasped desperately, and were now turned on to the point where you were willing to fuck him there and then, in the arena. You let out a strangled whined, not even trying to disguise it now, and rocked your hips desperately into nothing, conscious of the fact that your panties were now so wet they were ruined beyond the point of return. Just when your head was becoming fuzzier and fuzzier (both from slipping further into your subspace and from the lack of oxygen), Luke stopped his assault at your collarbone and released your throat. 

“Luke, please.”

He gulped, and you looked down to see a raging boner straining against the fabric of his pants. You looked back at him to see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his usual icy eyes now dark and stormy.

Grasping you firmly by your neck again, he whispered huskily into your ear:

“Fucking gods, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

You gulped against his hand and let out a small, breathy moan. “Please, daddy.”

He constricted your throat tighter in his grasp, grunting- it was safe to say you were both in for a long night.

thanks so much if you read til the end xx feel free to request any time <3

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[whatitsdecending]

Vore (Vessel Oneshot)

Vessel x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k

A small argument breaks out between you and your partner, leading to the two of you letting your emotions combat the other in a more intimate way.

Content warning: smut, biting, slight masochism, choking, dominance, aggressive behavior

Requested by: @40ss

A/N: hi all, I’m very open to taking requests for anyone in Bad Omens or Sleep Token, hoping you all enjoy this one!!

“…follow me between the jaws of fate, I want to have you to myself… for once…”

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You stared at your partner as he leaned over his guitar, writing something down on the pad of paper in front of him. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he focused, lips tight and holding his guitar pick between them.

It’s been an hour… one long, grueling hour of watching him write, play some riff, shake his head and scratch out what he first wrote to only rewrite another thing. He grew increasingly frustrated with himself each time and you were just waiting for him to give up. But that wasn’t how he worked. You’ve seen it firsthand how he works himself to exhaustion and you’re driving the two of you home as he sleeps in the passenger seat.

He was too stubborn for you to step in and tell him to take a break. You’ve tried many times before, but always got the: “I’m fine, I’ll have a break when I think I need one” response. So now, you just sat back and watched over the pages of your book as his frustration grew.

“Fuck.” He muttered as he stopped strumming the chords that had you tapping your foot along to them.

You looked up. “What was wrong with that one, Vessel?” You asked, setting the bookmark in the place you were and put your book to the side. You rested your forearms on your thighs and leaned your weight against them, staring at him as he shook his head.

“Didn’t feel right.” He said, crossing out something on the paper once again.

You sighed. “I really liked it, if that means anything.” You toyed with a loose thread on your sweatshirt as he was quiet and wrote again.

“It was a simple, peppy riff that anybody remotely interested in music would have found to be catchy.” He snapped. You straightened your spine in alarm at the tone he used at you, something you’d never heard come from him when he talked to you. He just focused on what he was writing on the paper, completely unaware of what he just said to you.

You swallowed the lump starting form in your throat. “Well. I guess I should leave, if you clearly don’t want me around here today.” You picked up the book and stood from the couch, striding to where your bag hung on the coat rack and reached to pull it from there. You turned to Vessel after grabbing it. “I guess I’ll see you at home once you figure out a riff that’ll make someone who is as interested in music as you are like it.” Your words were like venom on your tongue, not once have the two of you spoken in such ways to each other and it felt so wrong. But couples have fights all the time, it’s healthy… right?

“Fuck,” he muttered once more and you turned to where he still sat, realizing his eyes were on you. “I did not mean to upset you Y/N.” He set his guitar to the side and stood, his long legs making a quick move to where you stood.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you when you get home.” You grit out as you stared up into his eyes, a flicker of regret in them as he went to cup your cheek with his hand.

“I meant none of that. I’m just…” He glanced away as he tried to find the words. “I’m just frustrated with this song, I want it to be perfect.”

You sighed. “Vessel every song you create is perfect, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much about this one song.” He was so, so talented and you admired that so much about him. But god was he a perfectionist. You knew he always was but this time around it’s increased at least ten times, for some reason he was putting his all into it and was struggling.

His long arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as his heartbeat thumped against your skin. You savored the warmth radiating off him and onto your skin, the light scent of his cologne and the slightest bit of sweat from his day of working wrapped around you, engulfing you in that comfort that he gave you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your hair.

You nodded. “It’s okay. I forgive you.” His grip around you tightened ever so slightly and he kissed your head. “I’ll still head out though, just so you’ve got the space to yourself to figure it out.” You pulled away from his embrace.

“No, no.” He said, continuing after you raised a brow at him. “I need you here to be able to work on this.”

“Why…?” You put your bag back on the coat rack and fished the book out again.

He smiled slightly. “The song, it’s about you. And I need you here in order to work on it. That’s why I want it to be perfect.” Your heart strained against your chest and it felt as though your stomach flipped a few times as his words settled in you.

“You’re making a song about me?” It was a shocked whisper that came from you, making Vessel smile as he observed your face.

“Yes.” He smiled and kissed your forehead again. “Now, go sit, read and look beautiful so I can keep working on it.” You blushed and rushed back to your spot on the couch, curling up in the corner and flipping open the book to the page you were on. You felt his stare and you peaked over the edges again, smiling as he watched you with a loving gaze.

“Stop staring at me and get to work.” You chuckled.

“I’m getting inspiration.” He smirked as his eyes raked over every bit of you. You blew him a kiss and went back to the book. “Hmm, that would work too.”

“What?” You asked, waiting a moment before glancing up and seeing him stalking over to you. “What are you doing you dork?” You laughed as he came up to you, pulling your face to his and kissing you gently. “Oh, that’s fine I guess.” You muttered after his lips parted from yours.

“Mmhm.” He hummed softly and pressed his lips against yours once more and deeper than the first one.

You pulled back. “Is your inspiration flowing now?” A light giggle came out as you spoke, noting the fire that gleamed in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Only a bit. I might need a little more help, though.” He said, voice rough with desire.

You smirked as he came close again. “I could help you out with that.” You purred, his lips pressing onto yours again as he took the book from your hands and placing it gently on the side table. He hummed against your lips as you lightly nipped his bottom lip and positioned yourself so you were now laying on the couch, his body following yours and resting against you.

“You sure no one will be coming in?” You asked between a kiss.

He propped himself up and brushed a stray hair from your face. “Yes, everyone had plans today. It’s just us darling.” He leaned down and peppered soft kisses across your face and your jaw.

“Mm, good.” You breathed. “So no one will question why you’re moaning my name so loud.”

He laughed. “Sure, darling. But I think it’s more so the other way around.” You rolled your eyes at the implication and pulled him back down to your lips, biting his bottom lip a little harder this time to make him gasp and you could slip your tongue into his mouth. You propped up your legs after he tapped on them, letting him nestle between them and press his growing erection against your core.

You pushed your hips up, pressing yourself against him more and causing his breath to catch in his throat at the feeling. A smirk twitched at your lips as you began to grind your hips into his, a groan rumbled from his chest. He took his free hand and gripped the side of your hip, pushing it back against the cushions and away from his.

“Don’t fucking do that.” He ground out, voice gravely as he stared at you with desire burning in his eyes.

“And why not?” You cooned, cocking your head to the side as you eyed him. He huffed a breath as he took the hand that pinned your hip and began to undo the button of your jeans.

“You’re being a brat.” He said as he slid the zipper down. “You know I don’t like it when you’re trying to take control.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that in two seconds.”

He pulled your jeans off with a swift tug, grinning at the panties you decided to wear today. He didn’t leave you enough time to laugh about the bright pink fabric that had “eat me” on the front before he pulled those down your legs.

Vessel lowered himself between your legs and set your thighs on his shoulders. He turned his neck to kiss the flesh next to him, inching down slowly as he kept his eyes trained on yours. You watched as the anticipation built between your legs, writhing around just a little as you ached for his touch.

He smirked against your thigh as his finger ran up the center of your folds, a shiver running through you as he teased both your clit and entrance. You breathed in deeply as he continued his teasing, his tongue drawing circles on the skin of your thigh. And then, he inserted his finger at the same time he bit your thigh. Not too hard to cause you so much pain, but hard enough where you gasped at the different sensations happening at once.

“Oh… god.” You moaned as he pumped his finger in and out of you and kept hold of your flesh with his teeth.

He moved his head over to your other thigh, biting down as he inserted a second finger. You moaned loudly and your back arched up at the feeling of his fingers stretching you slowly. You whimpered at the feeling of them as he curled them up each time he reached where your g-spot laid and the feeling of his teeth on your flesh… you needed more from that.

“M-mark me.” You moaned. Your eyes peaked open for a moment, noting Vessel staring at you. “Do it baby, please.” He hummed against your thigh and you felt his teeth push deeper and harder into your skin, the sharp pain hitting you in tune with the pleasure of his fingers inside of you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, enjoying the sensations that overwhelmed your mind all at once.

You knew it wasn’t going to be a bloody mess due to the thickness of the skin of your thigh, but the bruise it was going to leave would be satisfactory enough.

After he studied the bite marks on both of your thighs, Vessel moved his mouth to rest on your clit. His tongue drew circles around the sensitive bundle as you writhed beneath him. Your hands flew straight to his hair and your fingers tangled with the strands of his hair. You tugged each time he flicked his tongue or curled his fingers, and your hold grew tighter the closer he brought you to your orgasm.

“V-Ves… Vessel.” You cried out as the release rattled through you, your thighs clenched tight around his head as your muscles locked up for just the moment.

You laid there breathless as your body came down from the high. Vessel stayed between your legs and gently caressed the bite marks that were now very apparent on your thighs. You smiled down at him and he smirked back in response.

“You want more? Or just that?” He asked you, drawing invisible shapes on your pelvic bone as he waited for your answer.

You raised a brow. “Well what does “more” entail?”

He only smiled as he said, “Fucking you to the point where I have to carry you out of here.” Ache built between your legs again as a dark look gleamed in his eyes now.

“How do you want me?” You asked, biting your lip slightly as he ran a finger through the slickness of your folds.

“Something like this. But,” he sat up to where he rested on his knees and towered over you, then pulled you down so you were fully flat on the couch. “More like this.” You giggled at the strength he possessed in order to move you at the speed he just did, a little surprised by the movement too.

He pulled off your shirt and bra, eyes sparkling at the sight of you bare before him. “Is this what you needed for “inspiration”?” You stretched your arms over your head to elongate your torso, his eyes widened at the sight.

“It’s not what I fully thought I needed but yes, Christ yes Y/N, I need this.” His hands toyed with the soft mounts of your breasts for a bit before he removed the belt from his jeans, pushing the fabric from his legs and onto the floor. Your eyes fixated on the bulge of his erection through his briefs, desire now seemed to drip from your body as he pulled away the undergarment from his body.

He lifted your legs, letting you hold them yourself as he settled between them once more, coming down to press a kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with your entrance. In an instant the feeling of him pushing inside and filling you up was all you could focus on. You grabbed at him, pulling him down so he was flush against your chest as he moved in and out.

Once you were used to him in you, he leaned back from your chest and wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing a bit as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he did so. You locked your hand around his forearm, digging your fingers into his skin.

“Harder, Vessel.” You whimpered and he nodded, simultaneously squeezing more at your neck and thrusting harder into you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and mixed in with the harmony of your moans and his. You were on cloud fucking nine right now.

“Pull your knees to your chest.” He ground out in multiple breaths. You nodded and pulled your knees up as he paused for a moment to let you. He leaned his body into your legs, pressing them up further and further until your toes were almost touching the pillows behind you. “Mmm, fuck this feels good.”

You cried out when his thrusts came fast and hard, his pace never faltering as he slammed into you. He leaned down and kissed you roughly, tongue and teeth clashing with one another as you did your best to focus on his kiss.

He was slowly making you come undone again, the pressure of this angle was stimulating that little spot in you and it was going to make you orgasm all over his cock. You could tell by the increased whines coming from his throat that he was close too, but never once did his pace slow.

The muscles of your walls tightened up as your release came quickly, a strangled moan escaping your lips as your body shook against the position you were in. He smiled down at you, kissing your cheek quickly as you came down from your orgasm. His hands grabbed hold of your wrists and pinned them up over your head, allowing him a full view of your fucked-out expression. You stared up at him through your lashes and he kept your eye contact as his own orgasm came crashing through his body.

He slowed his pace to a stop, panting heavily as he moved each of your legs back down to rest against the couch. They shook wildly as Vessel pulled out of you and went to get a towel to clean you up. You laughed at your body, the involuntary shaking of your muscles as you calmed down from the activity.

Vessel returned with a slightly damp towel and cleaned you up, chuckling at your legs like you had just done. He pulled you from the couch and you placed your feet on the floor, pushing yourself up as you winced at the cramp you felt. “Oh you got me good, babe.” You winked at him as you bent down to grab your clothes and pull them back on.

“Am I going to have to carry you when we leave?” He asked, pulling his shirt back over his head and attempting not to laugh as you struggled with your jeans.

“You know what I was going to say no, but now that you’re laughing at me you must carry me out of here.” You put your hand on your hip as you pointed at him, getting another laugh in response. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your book from the side table, making sure to make yourself comfortable on the other end of the couch this time. “I hope that was enough to inspire you now.”

He smirked from where he sat down, guitar now on his lap as he strummed a few chords. “Hm. Should be good for now, but I’ll let you know if I need any more.” He winked at you.

You snorted. “Dork.”

“You love me though.”

You gave him a pointed nod from over the edges of your book. “Yes, Vessel. I do love you.” He smiled broadly at your words and went back to working, focus taking over every aspect of his face.

The first sample was finished within the hour.

[outsideratheart]

Bumped Heads & Bedtime Stories (Alex Morgan x reader)

A/N: So this wasn’t planned but once it was in my head I had to write it. I hope you all like it.

Alex and Charlie watched on proudly as you took the field with the Matildas for the Semi final of the World Cup. The younger of the two got up from her mother’s lap and stood directly in front of the TV when the camera zoomed in on you as you exchanged pendants with the German captain. 

“Mommy look it’s Mama” Charlie says excitedly. 

Long distance was hard for the two of you when you started dating, more so when you got married but all of that failed in comparison to when you had Charlie. You played for Lyon and had done since you were a 21 years old. Alex feared what your bond with Charlie would be like when you lived half way across the world for the majority of the year but she soon found out she had nothing to worry about. Charlie adored you and the bond you two shared was unbreakable.

“It is and she is wearing a shirt just like yours” Alex replies to her daughter.

“This is her shirt Mama, look” Charlie points the your last name on the back of her shirt.

“But you support America, right Charlie?” Kelley asks the small child.

“No! I support Australia” she didn’t pronounce every letter but it was enough to be understood.

Alex knew this was an argument she could never win. You hadn’t tried to get Charlie on your side, the girl automatically chose you. The two of you asked her who she would support if Mama and Mommy play against each other and each time Charlie said you.

The Matildas were putting in yet another dominating performance just like they had been doing the entire campaign. The advantage they had with it being a home tournament made a huge difference and every game sounded and was played like a final.

You were 2-0 up going into the second half. Sam had scored from a corner and you had scored from a free kick. You were currently the top scorer on the tournament which shocked most people because you were a left back but you were also a set piece specialist. The ball almost always found the back of the net whether it came off your foot or your head.

It’s why when the next corner takes place you are heavily marked but some how manage to free yourself. As you jump for the header you feel your head hit something but it felt a lot harder than a ball, this much is proven when you fall to the floor and can feel your head throbbing in seconds. Your first guess is that you got elbowed so you stand to your feet but then feel a warm liquid running down your face. Yes, you had built up a sweat but it was winter in Australia no way are you sweating this much. It is only when you look down that you see drops of red on your shirt and when you raise your hand to where the pain is your hand is covered in blood.

Alex was unaware of the incident that had taken place on the pitch as she was getting some water from the hotel bar. The first wave of panic is brought on when she hears Charlie shrieking and her cries get louder and louder as she runs towards her.

“Mama’s hurt. Blood” Charlie all but jumps into the Alex’s arms. The child is inconsolable.

Your wife doesn’t know to react. She knew that she had to stay calm if she had any hope of calming Charlie down but right now she was finding that incredibly difficult.

When Alex returns to the seating area she sees all eyes are on her before heads turn towards the TV. 

“How bad is it?” Alex asks calmly.

“Lots of blood” Charlie is the only one to answer her question.

“Can you one you please tell me what happen to Y/N?” Alex begs her team mates.

“It was a corner. She jumped up for a header but one of the German defenders had a hold of her shirt. The keeper came out to punch the ball away and kneed Y/N in the head. She got up almost immediately—“ Kelley tried telling her best friend.

“So she’s ok?”

“She had a cut on her head. Like Charlie said there was a lot of blood. She refused a stretcher and help from the physios because she wanted to play. Sam and Ellie had to help her of the pitch. She looked out of it”

Alex tried to process what she was being told. Head injuries are serious and regardless of whether you used a stretcher or not, the suggestion of one is enough to instil worry. 

“Was it bad?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to the answer.

“No”

“Yes”

Only one player said yes and it was Kristie. 

“Sam refused to play and walked off the pitch with Y/N. I know my girlfriend, I has never seen her look like that and she has never walked away from a game. It’s the semi final. She wouldn’t have gone with Y/N if it wasn’t bad”

Kristie’s statement made Alex feel two things; relief because you had your best friend with you and panic because the blonde was right, Sam wouldn’t have left the match if it wasn’t bad. 

“Charlie” Naomi walks up to the little girl who surprisingly doesn’t shy away from her “do you know how many goals you mama has scored so far? I think it’s 2”

Your daughter reaches of the defender and goes into tell her that you had scored and how you scored them. 

Time after time, Alex got your voicemail. She was about to give up and drive to the hospital that were closest to the stadium but then Kristie got a call.

“It’s Sam” She holds the phone towards the forward “She’s with Y/N”

Alex took a deep breath before holding the phone up to her ear.

“Y/N” 

“Hi Al” you voice was quiet and if she hadn’t already have known she would be able to tell something was wrong “I need to go to the hospital for some checks and stitches”

“Which one? I’ll get one of the cars and be there as soon as I can” Alex was already searching for a member of staff that would have car keys.

“No, don’t come. Stay with Charlie. Hospitals are no place for children and you hate them almost as much as I do. I should only be a couple of hours if I don’t have to stay over. I’ll come to you afterwards”

Alex wanted to argue. She needed to see that you were ok with her own eyes, anything less wouldn’t do. 

“You’re going to come here as soon as you can?” 

“I am” 

The whole USWNT waited patiently, some more than others, for you to arrive to their hotel.  Since you began dating Alex, you had become part of their family. They all watched the incident happen and would feel much better when they saw you in the flesh. 

Hours pass and you still hadn’t arrived, they hadn’t even heard from you since the call with Alex.

Charlie went quiet and Alex knew it was because you needed to see you. The young girl always shut down when she missed you and she wouldn’t return to her normal until she saw you or felt like you were close to her. Because of this Alex had packed several of your hoodies so that they can be a source of comfort your daughter and her as well.

“Kells, will you take Charlie up to get one of Y/N’s hoodies. I’d take her but I want to be here when she—“

“Of course” 

The choice of clothing must have been a hard decision because the pair was gone almost half an hour. The defender returns to the hotel bar.

“Kelley, please tell me you haven’t lost my daughter?” Alex asks when she notices her friend is alone.

Alex walks towards the defender who had assumed Charlie was right behind her.

“Mama!!” 

The word is heard throughout the bar and the giggles that follow lift a weight that had been hanging on each players shoulders. 

When you enter the bar, your daughter in your arms, everyone can see what the accident had done to you. The left side of your forehead is slightly swollen and you had stitches just below your hairline. You welcome Alex into your arms and place a small kiss to both her and Charlie’s temples.

Sam hovers near you. You hear Kristie call her over but she shakes her head.

“Go. I’m fine” you pat your best friend on her shoulder “Thank you for staying with me Sammy” 

“I’m only over there if you need me” Sam gingerly walks over to her girlfriend.

You sit down with Alex next to you and Charlie on your knee. Your daughter inspects your injury all whilst been careful not to hurt you. She presses your stitches a little too hard which causes you to wince.

“Does it hurt?” Charlie asks and you can feel Alex’s eyes burning into you.

“It does but I’m ok” 

“Are you?” It is now Alex’s turn to ask you a question.

“I am. I have no concussion and no major damage”

“Then why is Sam here and why is she watching you like you’re going to pass out at any minute?”

“I lost consciousness a couple of times, I think I scared her” You once made a vow to be honest with Alex and it seemed important now more than ever.

You look over to where Sam and Kristie were sitting and like Alex said, Sam was watching you like a hawk. 

“I’m here because I have her medication” Sam answers Alex’s first question.

“Medication? You said you were ok. If you were ok then you wouldn’t need medication” 

You give Sam a look as if saying look what you’ve started. 

“Sam. Show Alex the medication you were talking about”

Sam holds up a pack of paracetamol earning a laugh from the girls around you. 

You hated taking painkillers but the doctor give you strict instructions to take them every 4 hours. It has been 2 hours since your first dose and Sam had taken it upon herself to make sure you took a second dose, after that it would be Alex’s job.

“Sam wanted to see Kristie without it the girls teasing her for it so she’s using me as an excuse”

Sam couldn’t argue with you on that. The team, you included, loved to tease her about how much she missed her girlfriend. You got just as much stick but you agreed with your tormentors whereas Sam would get defensive.

You took Charlie upstairs to get ready for bed since it was made obvious that the team would be staying downstairs for a bit and one late night wouldn’t harm the child. 

Whilst Alex did believe you when you told her you were ok, she still wanted a second opinion and your best friend her best option. 

“How bad was it?” Alex joins Sam and Kristie at their table. Sonnett, Lynn and Kelley was also at the same table.

“You want the truth?” Your wife nods her head “At first it was really bad. The physios couldn’t stop the bleeding and they didn’t want to go to hospital until they did. Y/N was out of it but she was trying to act fine. Her eyes wouldn’t focus on anything, it was almost like we weren’t in the room with her” Sam tries not to cry but the lump that if forming in her throat was making it difficult.

Alex didn’t share the same need for control. Her tears fell freely as she heard your best friend tell her what happened moment by moment. Turns out she did have a reason for concern and quite a few at that. Looking at the way you walked in you wouldn’t have thought anything had happened but after listening to Sam, Alex realised you had to be putting on a brave front.

When you return with a pyjama clad Charlie Alex tells the group that is is time for the Morgan - Y/L/N’s to go to bed. You saw the look in her eye and didn’t argue.

Once the door had shut Alex started to cry. 

“Hey hey, there’s no need to cry” you pull her in tight and hold her close. You knew that you would have scared Alex so you let her cry.

“You scared us” Alex speaks into your chest.

“I know, I’m sorry” you grab her hand and pull her towards the bed. Once sat down Alex buries her head in the crook of your neck and you hold her tightly again.

“Yeah mama, there was a lot of blood” Charlie walks over to the two of you. Alex pulls away and quickly wipes her eyes. She didn’t want your daughter to see her cry.

You wanted to say wait till they see your Matilda’s jersey which was now more red than yellow but now wasn’t the time for jokes. 

“I know there was but it all got cleaned up and then I got these to stop it from bleeding again” You point to your stitches. 

“I got you this” Charlie climbs onto your lap and holds up a band aid which had Pepper pig on. You take it off her and hand to Alex with a nod of you head. Alex then places the unnecessary band aid across the stitches but makes sure that the cushion covers your stitches.

“Can we watch a movie?” 

“Yes” Alex answers.

“Actually, the doctor told Mama she isn’t allowed to watch any movies tonight”

“You said you didn’t have a concussion” Alex whispers knowing full well what people who have concussions get told.

“I don’t but the brightness makes my headache worse” you reassure your wife.

“Why?” Your child was curious and didn’t understand why you wouldn’t be allowed.

“Because whilst I am ok, I do have a poorly head. What about a bedtime story instead?” 

Charlie happily takes you up on your offer and even gets herself into her bed. 

“What do you think Al, is it time our daughter finds out how we met?” 

Alex rolls her eyes at this. You two had very different sides when it came to the day you met. You were adamant that it was love at first sight, especially for Alex but she didn’t agree. 

“Only if you tell her the truth” 

Once Charlie is tucked up in bed you side on the side with Alex standing over you.

“It started when Australia played America. I had to mark your mommy and she kept trying to take my top off” This earned you a slap from Alex but a giggle from Charlie so it was worth it.

“I did not”

“You ripped it off me remember”

“It was an accident”

“Oh baby, you keep telling yourself that. Do you think it was an accident Charlie?”

“Nope” Charlie agrees with you, of course she did.

You continue telling the story and every so often you would hear Alex scoff at your recollation of events. She saw you as this cocky Aussie but you did catch her eye that first day but she wouldn’t call it love at first sight. Lust would be more appropriate given then you ended in her hotel room that night.

“Then a couple of years later your Mommy moved all the way to France because she missed me and wanted to see me everyday”

“I didn’t move for you. Well not just you”

“Ha! I knew it” you look up at Alex with a smug look in your face.

“I miss you everyday Mama” 

“And I miss you my sweet one”

You continue the story up to the point where you propose to Alex when you see Charlie trying really hard to fight sleep. You end it there and promise to finish it another time.

You get into your own bed, well technically it is Alex’s bed, and with a watchful eye you enjoy the show she is putting on as she gets changed.

“So I’ve been thinking” 

“Are you allowed to do that?” Alex jokes.

“Actually not but just allow it for the time being. My contract is up with Lyon this summer and I have meeting after the world cup to discuss my contract. How would you feel if I request a transfer?”

Never in all the years of dating and marriage had Alex asked you to leave Lyon, not even when Charlie was born. You were one of the best players in the world, Lyon was the team that made you into that and in return you gave them several champions league titles. Sure the topic had been brought up before but you were always under contract so it was hard.

“Are you saying you are ready to leave?”

“No. I’m ready to stop leaving. Charlie is getting older and you heard her, she misses me and I know you do” Alex throws her top at you “You do and I miss you too. I’ve given my life to that club but it’s time I put our family first”

You wouldn’t admit it but today scared you and you knew that it could have been a lot worse than it was. It made you appreciate these moments you had with your family and you wanted to have more of them even if it did mean moving the San Diego.

[writingdumpster]

presents

pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, nipple play, nipple clamp use, p in v, 69, throat fucking, sir! kink

summary: Bob buys nipple clamps to use on his birthday with you.

word count: 2.1k

It was Bob’s birthday. You got him a signed first edition of his favorite book. The way he looked at you when he opened the present was worth the double shifts and nights you’d turned off the heat so you could afford it.

Now you were in your room. You were sitting on the bed, wearing a red lace lingerie set you had picked out for him. It had a garter belt and thigh high nylon stockings. Bob was still in the bathroom brushing his teeth, unaware of your new wardrobe. When he walked out in his boxers he stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropping briefly.

“You like it?” You asked. Bob cleared his throat.

“Yes. It’s very nice,” he said. You could tell he was struggling to put on the aura of dominance that he always had over you.

“This is the last present,” you told him. “No more surprises after this.” He smiled at you.

“I have a present for you too,” he said. His confidence was coming back. You raised an eyebrow.

“Bobby, it’s your birthday,” you reminded him.

“Well, it’s not just for you,” he said. “I think it’ll be fun for both of us,”

“What is it?” You asked.

“If you don’t want to, we don't have to use them,” he said. “I just thought it was something we could try.” You smirked. It was something dirty.

“Let me see it first, Robby.” You let the name roll off your tongue, knowing what it did to him. He groaned lightly and then turned towards the overnight bag he’d brought with him. He handed you a small box without any label. You opened the lid and found a set of nipple clamps inside. They had soft rubber pads over the clamp and a thin but weighty chain hanging between them.

“If you don’t like them–” Bob started.

“I like them,” you assured him. “I think it could be fun,” you said. Bob smirked.

“Do you want me to show you how they work?” He asked.

“You wanna give me a hands-on demonstration, Robby?” You teased him. Bob grinned.

“I do think that’ll be the best way for you to learn,” he said. You laughed. Bob took them out of the box as you backed towards the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, legs bent and spread wide. Bob tossed his shirt off and pushed his boxers down. He climbed onto the bed after you. He put the nipple clamps by your foot and then leaned over you.

“I think we’ll need to take this off,” Bob said as he reached behind you to unhook your bra. He kissed your shoulder as he pulled the strap down and you lifted your arms to shimmy out of the fabric. Bob pressed sloppy kisses down your chest before reaching your right nipple. He took it between his lips and sucked on it, pulling off with a pop. You moaned quietly. Bob’s hands were all over your body, everywhere they moved his touch burned into your skin. Bob moved to your other nipple, giving it attention as well. He took your right nipple in between his fingers and twisted it lightly.

“Oh, Robby,” you murmured under your breath. Bob moaned against you. He leaned away and reached behind him, taking the nipple clamps back in his hands.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” He asked.

“I’m sure, Robby,” you told him firmly. “I know you’ll take care of me.” Bob smiled.

“I love you, baby,” he said. He couldn’t help but say it. You trusted him so deeply. How could he not tell you that he loved you? He leaned down over you with one of the clamps set between his fingers. He let the chain and other clamp drag across your stomach as he moved his hand into place. His hand hovered above your breast. He looked into your eyes, his stare dark and desperate.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded feverishly.

“Yes,” you whispered up to him. Bob released the clamp and it pinched down on your nipple. You moaned without control. Your body arched away from the mattress.

“Fuck! Robby!” You cried out.

“How does it feel, baby?” Bob asked, hand going to caress your cheek.

“Hurts,” you whined.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” Bob pushed.

“Mmph—Good,” you whimpered. “But don’t leave it on too long.”

“You want the other side?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yes!” Bob lifted the other clamp from its place on your stomach and stroked his hand up your body as he positioned the clamp over your nipple.

“Ready?” He checked in.

“Yes, Robby! Please!” You cried. The clamp pinched down on your other nipple and you writhed against the mattress again. You were whimpering and whining in painful pleasure. Bob’s hand went to your side, stroking up and down slowly. He leaned over you and pressed soft kisses all over your face.

“Still doing okay, angel?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered. Bob chuckled darkly.

“Oh, it’s one of those nights now?” He called cockily. You whimpered

“Wanna be your good little angel,” you whined bashfully.

“Oh, honey. You are,” Bob assured you. His hand slid down your chest till it found the chain attached to the nipple clamps. He looked into your eyes and smirked. Without another warning he tugged down on the chain.

“Oooooh, Robby!” You cried out helplessly. Bob grinned at the sight of you. Your back arched away from the mattress beneath him, your hips flying up as well. You bumped into his hips when yours shot up and you looked down to see that Bob was rock hard as he kneeled above you. He was dripping with precum and the head of his cock looked swollen–begging for attention. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him. Bob gasped at the sudden stimulation. You started stroking him slowly up and down. He grabbed your wrist after a moment.

“Not yet, angel. I’m not done playing with you,” he said.

“It’s your birthday, Robby. Wanna make you feel good,” you whined.

“You do, angel. Always make me feel so good,” he promised you. “Let me play with you like this a little longer and then I’ll let you suck my dick.” You beamed at this proposition.

“Okay, sir,” you agreed. Bob’s hands moved back to your body, one sliding over your underwear this time. He chuckled when he felt how huge the wet spot was. Your wetness had spread all through the crotch of your little thong.

“God, you’re soaked,” he moaned. “You’re such a mess for me.”

“Just feels so good,” you whined in defense.

“Thought that it hurt?” He teased you.

“It does, Robby. But it’s good,” you whimpered. Bob gave the chain a light tug and you yelped. He chuckled darkly.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” he whispered against your skin. “Look so pretty with these hanging off your tits,” Bob said. “But I think it’s time to take them off.” You held your breath as you felt Bob pulling on the chain. You whimpered and whined while the clamps pulled against your sensitive nipples. Bob made one more gentle tug and the clamps snapped off your nipples.

“Mmmmmooooohhh!” You cried helplessly, arching away from the mattress. Bob rained kisses all over your chest and neck as you writhed in pain and pleasure. Your body fell back down to the mattress. Bob kissed his way down your breast. He delicately licked a small circle against your swollen nipple. You shuddered and whimpered at the softness of the sensation.

“You okay, baby?” He checked in.

“Yeah,” you told him. “Just sensitive.” He pressed a soft kiss to your other nipple and then leaned away. He started kissing down your body but you grabbed at his shoulders.

“I let you play with me. I get to suck your dick now,” you said.

“I want to eat your pussy though,” Bob whined in protest.

“It’s your birthday, Robby,” you reminded him. He never let you give him as much as he gave you. You wanted him to let you spoil him at least once a year.

“Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want?” He asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“Lay on your back,” you told him firmly. Bob did as you said. As much as he wanted to please you he knew that sometimes what that meant was letting you please him. To his surprise you didn’t move between his legs. You straddled his head, balanced up on your knees so you could still look down at him. Bob smiled.

“Now we both get what we want,” you said as you lowered yourself. You leaned forward towards Bob’s chest and let your body press against his, but kept your hips positioned above him. You took his cock in your hand just as Bob grabbed hold of your thighs. He pulled your thighs wide and leaned up, licking up into your dripping pussy. You let out a moan just as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock.

“I love the way you taste,” Bob murmured.

“Me too, Bobby,” you said as you let go of Bob’s cock with a pop of your lips. You looked down at his cock and smiled before opening your mouth wide and taking the whole length down your throat. Bob’s lips against your pussy shuddered with a groan as he felt your throat constricting around his cock. You pulled off of him with a gasp.

“Fuck my throat, Robby.” you called. “I want to choke on your cock.”

“Let me up,” Bob requested. “I want to watch you.” You slid off him and down to the floor, kneeling there obediently. Bob climbed down and stood, towering above you. He reached out and ran his fingertips along your warm cheek. “So good to me,” he murmured. “Always so sweet.” He seemed to be talking more to himself than you.

“Let me have it, Robby,” you begged him. Bob smirked. He would never get over how desperate he could make you.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he agreed. He took his cock in his hand. “Always get what you want, don’t you?” Without any other words Bob slid his cock into your mouth. He started his thrusts slow, letting you warm up. But he knew what you wanted. Before long he had his hands dug into your hair as he thrust roughly into your mouth. You gagged on his cock and Bob moaned.

“God, baby,” he mumbled through his gasps. “Mouth’s always so warm for me.” He pulled out and tilted your head up so he could look at you. You had drool dripping down your chin, your cheeks stained with the tear trails of your mascara.

“You look so pretty like this,” Bob praised. You smiled up at him, knowing that he truly meant it.

“Fuck me now?” You asked sweetly. He laughed.

“Course, baby,” Bob called. “You think I wanna wait?” It only took a few moments before you were lying beneath him, legs pressed up against your chest as Bob fucked into you hard and fast.

“You feel so good, angel,” Bob moaned. “So soft, so perfect,” he mumbled.

“Bobby, I’m not gonna last,” you gasped. Bob slowed down ever so slightly so that he could bury his whole length in you with each thrust.

“Me neither, baby,” he moaned down to you.

“Come for me, Robby,” you begged. “Give it to me.” Your begging was too much for Bob and he let out another gasp before emptying himself into you. The feeling of his warm cum filling you was just what you needed to fall apart around him, which only had him coming harder.

The two of you were panting, trying to catch your breaths as Bob rolled off of you. He laid on his side, watching you. You turned to look at him too.

“I love you,” he told you. He would tell you everyday, but you never tired of hearing it.

“You’re such a sap when we’re done fucking,” you said. Bob chuckled.

“What am I supposed to do if you look this pretty after I’ve fucked you?” He teased back. You rolled your eyes.

“C’mon, birthday boy. It’s shower time,” you said.

“I didn’t know I was getting birthday sex twice,” Bob joked.

“You’re not. You’re getting unsweaty or you can’t sleep in the bed.” Bob put his hand against his chest as if you’d shot him.

“You’re threatening not to let me cuddle you on my birthday?” Bob asked

“Yes,” you said with a smile. “Hit the showers, Floyd.” Bob smiled. He loved when you took on his navy lingo.

“Yes, ma’am.” There was a pause. “But I still think there’s plenty of time for another round in the shower.”

[starmatzz]

Howls And Hops

In a snowstorm, Seonghwa, a naive bunny hybrid, seeks refuge in a cozy cottage, unaware he’s fallen into the trap of Mingi, a cunning wolf hybrid in rut. Despite his fear, Seonghwa finds himself unable to resist the wolf’s dominance, his body betraying him even as his mind screams to run.

mingi x seonghwa | hybrids, abo, smut, 3.4k

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A/N: as i promised, here's my little gift from me to you! wish you all happy christmas and happy new year💋🎄

It was a serene, snowy afternoon, the kind that painted the world in soft white hues. Seonghwa, a gentle white bunny hybrid, hopped lightly through the forest. His ears, long and downy, twitched at the faint sounds of snowflakes landing on the branches above. The cold didn’t bother him; his fluffy tail and soft coat kept him warm, and his heart loved the quiet beauty of winter.

Seonghwa’s pale hair blended almost perfectly with the snowy landscape. Only the delicate pink flush of his cheeks and nose gave him away. He carried a small basket with him, woven with care, filled with winter herbs and berries he’d collected along the way. His footsteps were almost invisible in the thick snow, leaving only faint impressions that trailed behind him like whispers.

As he walked, the forest seemed alive in its stillness. The tall evergreens stood as silent sentinels, their branches heavy with snow. A soft breeze played with the loose strands of Seonghwa’s hair, and he closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the crisp, fresh air. He loved days like this—days when the world felt untouched, peaceful.

As Seonghwa hopped along, he came to a frozen river, its surface glistening under the pale winter sun. The thick layer of ice looked smooth and inviting, so he couldn’t resist stepping onto it. Tentatively, he placed one foot forward, then the other, and soon he was sliding across the icy surface with quiet laughter, his fluffy tail bouncing as he moved.

But as he glided further, a soft cracking sound echoed beneath him. His ears twitched in alarm, but before he could react, the ice gave way. With a sharp crack, his foot plunged into the freezing water. The shock of the cold sent a shiver through him, and Seonghwa quickly hopped back, scrambling to the safety of the snowy bank.

Standing there and trembling, he glanced down at his soaked boots. 

Seonghwa pouted, his lips forming a small, frustrated curve as the icy water seeped into his shoes, making his feet uncomfortably cold. He wiggled his toes, but it didn’t help much. His long, fluffy ears drooped low, a clear sign of his dismay. “Why did I even think that was a good idea?” he muttered, kicking at the snow in a half-hearted attempt to dry off.

“It was obvious it’s gonna crack,” a deep voice suddenly cut through the quiet, making Seonghwa flinch. His ears shot up in surprise as he turned toward the sound. From behind the trees emerged a tall wolf hybrid, his sharp features framed by unruly dark hair. His piercing eyes watched Seonghwa with a mix of amusement and mild disapproval, arms crossed over his chest.

Seonghwa blinked up at the wolf, his nose twitching nervously. He had never encountered a wolf hybrid before; his village was far from their territory, and this was the first time he had wandered so far from home. Instinctively, his bunny senses screamed at him to flee—run as fast as his legs could carry him. Wolves were supposed to be dangerous, weren’t they?

Yet, as he stood there, shivering in his soaked shoes, his heart whispered a quieter thought: What if he’s not like the stories? What if he’s… nice?

His large eyes flicked between the wolf’s piercing gaze and his confident stance, unsure if he should trust him or turn tail and hop away as fast as possible. For now, he stayed rooted to the spot, his ears half-drooped and trembling slightly.

The wolf raised an eyebrow, noticing the way Seonghwa’s ears trembled and how his small frame seemed to shrink under the cold. “You look freezing,” he said, his voice softer this time, though still carrying a hint of that natural gruffness. “There’s no point standing out here shivering.”

“I live nearby,” the wolf continued, nodding toward the trees behind him. “You can warm up at my place. It’s not far.”

The bunny hybrid hesitated, his instincts tugging him in two directions. The wolf’s words sounded genuine, but his heart pounded in his chest, and his toes, still soaking wet, felt like they were freezing solid. “I-I don’t know…” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seonghwa hesitated for only a moment longer before his teeth started to chatter. He hated being cold—it made his fur feel damp and his body stiff. His shivering legs wobbled as he glanced back at the icy river, then up at the wolf.

“Okay,” he said softly, his voice barely audible. His ears twitched as he added, “Just for a little while.”

He hated how easily he gave in, but the promise of warmth was too tempting. Seonghwa wasn’t used to meeting strangers, let alone wolves, but his naive and trusting nature pushed his doubts aside. He followed the wolf toward the trees, clutching his soaked basket tightly in his hands, his small footsteps leaving faint trails in the snow behind them.

The wolf smirked, a flicker of amusement in his sharp eyes. This bunny was almost too easy to sway, falling for a few kind-sounding words without much hesitation. Mingi glanced back at Seonghwa, who trailed behind him, clutching his basket with trembling hands.

“I’m Mingi, by the way,” he said casually, his deep voice cutting through the cold air as they walked.

Seonghwa blinked at the introduction, his large eyes briefly meeting Mingi’s. “S-Seonghwa,” he replied softly, his breath visible in the icy air. His ears twitched nervously, but he kept following, trying to convince himself that this stranger might actually be kind despite the sharpness in his smirk.

When they arrived, Seonghwa stepped inside the snow-covered cottage. It looked cozy, with a small fireplace crackling softly, its warmth immediately wrapping around him. The scent of pine and burning wood filled the air, and the soft glow of the fire made the room feel inviting. Snowflakes continued to fall gently outside, adding to the serene atmosphere. A woolen throw was draped over a chair by the fire, and a small wooden table sat in the corner, set for a quiet meal. The perfect retreat from the cold, Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile, feeling the stress of the world melt away.

Seonghwa took off his soaked shoes and placed them near the fireplace, the heat from the flames gradually warming his cold, wet feet. His gaze lingered on the crackling fire for a moment, but the unease in his chest hadn’t fully dissipated. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Mingi stood behind him, his dark eyes gleaming in the flickering light. The door had shut with an eerie finality, sealing them inside. His posture was tense, predatory, and his playful demeanor was replaced by something colder. The room, which had initially seemed cozy, now felt a little too silent, too still.

“Feeling better?” Mingi’s voice was low, almost too sweet. It didn’t match the calculating glint in his eyes. He had lured Seonghwa in, knowing that the snowstorm outside would leave him vulnerable, desperate for warmth. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched Seonghwa’s every move, waiting for him to realize that this was no ordinary refuge.

Seonghwa suddenly stood up, his eyes widening with a hint of panic as he glanced toward the door. “I need to get home soon,” he murmured, more to himself than to Mingi, but the urgency was clear in his voice. His heart raced, a growing sense of dread gnawing at him as he realized how isolated he was in this place. The snowstorm outside seemed harsher now, as though it was warning him to leave before things got worse.

Before he could take a step toward the door, Mingi’s low, smooth voice stopped him dead in his tracks. “You’ve just come, and you already wanna leave, bunny? That’s not very polite, is it?” Mingi’s words were soft, but there was an edge to them—an unmistakable authority that made Seonghwa hesitate.

Seonghwa’s breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening as Mingi slowly closed the distance between them. The warmth of the fire behind him contrasted sharply with the chill that spread through his body at Mingi’s presence. He had hoped to escape, to leave the cottage behind, but now Mingi was blocking the way, his figure towering and imposing.

“I—” Seonghwa started, but his voice faltered. The tension in the room felt suffocating, and a deep, unsettling feeling settled in his gut.

Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat as he realized the truth. He had fallen right into Mingi’s trap. His gaze darted to the door, then to the window, but the storm outside seemed even more relentless now, like it was keeping him here.

Mingi’s smirk deepened, sensing Seonghwa’s growing unease. “You thought you could escape so easily, bunny?” he taunted, his voice smooth and dangerous.

Seonghwa’s stomach twisted with dread as the weight of the situation settled on him. He had been lured in, fooled by the warmth, by the promise of safety. But now, the air felt heavier, and he understood—he wasn’t here by accident. He was exactly where Mingi wanted him.

As soon as Mingi stepped closer, Seonghwa froze, a shiver running down his spine. The scent hit him then, thick and undeniable—the musk of the wolf’s rut. His stomach twisted in horror as the realization crashed over him. He had walked right into this trap, blind to the signs.

Cursing himself internally, Seonghwa clenched his fists, his breath quickening. How had he not noticed it sooner? The tension in the air, the intensity in Mingi’s eyes, it all made sense now. He had been lured in under the guise of warmth, but the truth was far more dangerous.

Seonghwa's breath caught as he felt Mingi's large hands, claws grazing his skin, wrap around his waist. The sudden touch was almost too much to process. Before he could react, Mingi easily pulled his coat off, the movement smooth and calculated. 

Seonghwa stood frozen, unable to move or even think clearly. His body was tense, trapped in shock, his mind racing as he realized just how vulnerable he was. The air between them crackled with an intensity that made it impossible to ignore the predator behind him. 

As he held him, he sniffed at his neck, sharp canines grazing over the bunny's soft and milky skin. The poor animal shivered, his tail swaying nervously. 

But the wolf found it adorable, sneaking his hand between their bodies to gently tug on the white fluffy tail. Seonghwa squeaked, nose twitching in distress. 

"Dumb little bunny.." he spoke in a low tone, slowly undressing the smaller one, "they didn't teach you not to trust us wolves?" he raised an eyebrow. 

Seonghwa stood like a statue, the fear not allowing him to move. And even if he tried to leave, he was sure the wolf would get him in a second. 

Seonghwa’s voice trembled as he whispered, “I’m scared…” His breath came in shallow gasps, and his body remained rigid, caught in the grip of both fear and disbelief. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected to feel so powerless, so exposed.

Mingi’s grip tightened slightly, his presence looming over Seonghwa like an inevitable force. The roughness of his touch was both comforting and terrifying at the same time. Seonghwa’s heart pounded in his chest, but all he could do was stand there, his body frozen in place as the reality of the situation closed in.

Despite the fear racing through his mind, Seonghwa’s body betrayed him. As much as his head screamed for him to move, to escape, his body reacted in a way he couldn’t control. His skin tingled where Mingi’s claws brushed, and the warmth of the touch seemed to seep into him, confusing his senses.

He felt an unsettling heat spreading through him, his heart pounding not just from fear, but from a response he didn’t want, didn’t understand. His body, despite his protests, was betraying him in the most vulnerable of ways. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore the conflicting emotions swirling inside him, but the pull of Mingi’s presence was undeniable.

Mingi’s sharp eyes caught the subtle shift in Seonghwa’s posture, the way his body reacted despite the fear in his gaze. A smirk tugged at the corner of Mingi’s lips as he sensed the tension, the conflict running through Seonghwa.

“Don’t try to hide it, bunny,” Mingi whispered, his voice low and knowing. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Seonghwa’s ear. “Your body’s telling me everything I need to know.”

Seonghwa’s face flushed with a mix of shame and confusion, the panic inside him only growing stronger. His mind screamed for him to push Mingi away, but every instinct seemed to pull him further into this dangerous situation. Mingi could feel it—the pull, the change—and he reveled in it, his grip tightening just enough to make Seonghwa’s breath catch.

Mingi's big hands grabbed Seonghwa's small shoulders, guiding him towards the bed. 

He wrapped one arm around his waist tightly, while the other hand sneaked between his legs, his warm palm pressing against the bunny's mound. 

Seonghwa gasped, pressing his legs together. As much as he wanted to push the wolf away, he could feel the wetness in his private area. 

Mingi placed butterfly kisses along his jaw and wildly pulsating vein on his neck. "If you wanna fight back, remember I could kill you in one swift motion. I could probably swallow you in one bite too." he growled near his ear while his other hand tried to find the bunny's little clit over his pants. 

He moved his finger slightly to the right and Seonghwa suddenly gasped, his knees almost collapsing. He was too overwhelmed, his cheeks were red and hot, his ears twitching. 

"Aha~" the wolf smirked, applying more pressure to the same spot. Seonghwa bit down on his bottom lip, covering his face with his long fluffy ears. 

Mingi quickly pushed Seonghwa onto the bed, the sound of cloth ripping cut through the air as the wolf used his sharp claws to open the other's clothes in few swift motions. 

It didn't take long and Seonghwa was in front of Mingi naked, shivering and blushing. 

"Oh look at you, you're so adorable I almost feel bad to ruin you." Mingi cooed. He observed the bunny's body, and how pink he was everywhere; nose, cheeks, lips, knuckles and the tips of his fingers. 

Seonghwa's chest rose and fell with shaky breaths, his wide eyes locked onto Mingi’s intense gaze. Every rational thought in his mind screamed at him to run, to escape while he still could, but his body refused to obey.

He shouldn’t feel like this—shouldn’t feel this warmth pooling in his stomach, shouldn’t be drawn in by the wolf’s predatory stare. Yet here he was, frozen in place, his fingers clutching at the fabric of the blanket beneath him as if it could anchor him.

Mingi stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Seonghwa. “Good bunny,” he said softly, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest as he realized he was completely at the mercy of the wolf before him.

He kneeled on the bed, grabbing Seonghwa and turning him around effortlessly as if he weighed nothing. Seonghwa gasped, finding himself on all fours, all exposed to the predator in front of him. 

Mingi positioned himself behind the bunny and his large hands shot forward, grabbing Seonghwa’s delicate wrists with ease. In one swift motion, he pulled them behind Seonghwa’s back, holding them firmly in place with a single hand. Seonghwa gasped, his body tensing as he felt the strength in Mingi’s grip—it was unyielding, impossible to break free from.

As Mingi tightened his grip on Seonghwa’s wrists, the smaller man lost his balance, his knees slipping against the soft mattress. His body gave way, and he collapsed forward, his head burying into the plush pillows beneath him. His breath came in shaky gasps, muffled by the fabric, as he tried to process the position he was now in.

Mingi’s hold didn’t falter, his claws lightly grazing Seonghwa’s skin as he kept his wrists pinned firmly behind his back. The weight of the moment settled heavily over Seonghwa, his body trembling slightly under the wolf’s dominance.

“Careful, bunny,” Mingi said in a low, gravelly voice, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “You’re making this too easy for me.”

Seonghwa’s chest heaved as he squeezed his eyes shut, trapped between the overwhelming heat coursing through his body and the instinctual fear keeping him frozen in place.

"Since you wanted to go home so quickly before, I won't waste my time." he teased, grabbing his aching cock and stroking it a few times. 

Seonghwa's fluffy tail wiggled, and suddenly he was overwhelmed by an intense pain; something he had never felt before. 

"Oh bunny..you're so tight. Tighter than I expected." the wolf groaned, grabbing the hybrid's hips with almost bruising force. 

Seonghwa squeaked, arching his back to somehow avoiding the burning sensation. 

However, it allowed the wolf to push in deeper and Seonghwa's fluffy tail pressed against Mingi's pelvis. Mingi reached his hand to squeeze it, tugging slightly at it which made the bunny gasp. 

He pulls back slightly before slamming back in, making Seonghwa's body jolt forward. The bunny whimpered, curling his fingers into the sheets. 

Mingi was blinded by the pleasure, grabbing Seonghwa by his shoulders and thrusting deeply into him. Sweat dripped down his temples and his brownish hair stuck to his forehead. He growled lowly in his ear as his whole body was able to easily cover the smaller bunny under him. 

"Ah— Ah.." Seonghwa choked on his tears, knees sliding against the mattress as the wolf continued to pound into him. 

Mingi huffed, burying his face in the crook of the bunny's neck. He let out little whimpers, his thrusts becoming jerky and uncoordinated as he started to chase his climax. 

"Fuck, I am gonna fill you up, okay? Gonna make you..carry my pups.." he growled, sniffing near Seonghwa's scant gland. 

Seonghwa whined, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pushed back against him. He was drooling, making a small poodle of saliva on the sheets under him. But it wasn't the only poodle he was making, as his bunny pussy was leaking too. 

Suddenly Mingi tensed, growling and whimpering like a puppy against Seonghwa's neck. His hips twitched and with one final thrust he came into the bunny. 

Seonghwa felt it, he felt the warmth which caused him to roll his eyes, reaching his climax right after Mingi. 

"You too, huh?" the wolf mumbled, catching his breath as he proceeded to stay inside the bunny. "You're mine now, you're carrying my pups." he whispered, kissing the bunny's head. 

Seonghwa's pink nose twitched as he let out a small whimper. He felt Mingi collapsing next to him, pulling him close. Wrapping his claws around the small animal, he growled possessively and kissed his head, right between his fluffy ears. 

Seonghwa lied next to Mingi, his body heavy with exhaustion. The warmth of the fireplace crackled softly in the background, its soothing heat wrapping around him like a blanket. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and despite the tension lingering in the air, the fatigue in his body was impossible to ignore.

Mingi’s presence beside him was undeniable—large, steady, and impossibly warm. Seonghwa’s breath slowed, his body giving in to the lull of the flames and the rhythmic sound of Mingi’s breathing. He tried to stay alert, but the pull of sleep was too strong, his mind slipping into a haze as his muscles relaxed.

For a brief moment, everything felt still, the crackling fire and the soft rise and fall of Mingi’s chest lulling Seonghwa into an uneasy peace.

Mingi watched Seonghwa as he drifted off, his delicate features soft in the warm glow of the fire. He knew the bunnies from Seonghwa’s village were likely searching for him, desperate to bring him back. But Mingi didn’t care. The thought of letting Seonghwa go now was unthinkable.

Seonghwa was his. Completely.

Mingi’s gaze dropped to Seonghwa’s stomach, his smirk growing as the realization sank in again. Seonghwa wasn’t just his to keep; he was carrying Mingi’s pups now. The idea filled him with a possessive satisfaction that made his chest swell.

“Don’t worry, bunny,” Mingi murmured softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Seonghwa’s face. “You’re mine now. No one’s taking you away.”

He settled beside Seonghwa, wrapping an arm protectively around him. The world outside could wait—this moment, with his bunny and their future growing inside him, was all Mingi needed.

[anon-sect]

Practical Joke Gone Wrong

Felix loved his slides that he had purchased last month from the store. They were so comfortable to walk in. No matter what surface he was walking on, his feet had the best comfort. They were the best pair of shoes he owned and loved to wear when he didn't want to wear socks. He didn't know how they got the material to be so durable, but he was glad. He definitely intended to keep this pair of footwear for a long time.

Andrew was barely hanging on mentally. This was one practical joke that went so wrong. He found himself sold to some random guy and used as his footwear. He could feel everything beneath the heel and feet pressing down on the insole. It was a painful experience every day.

He had to deal with whatever surface his owner was stepping on, being pressed up against the sole of his shoe form. Even the tiniest pebble hurt. Having his owner's feet pressed down on his insole face was the worst. Some days, his owner's feet really reeked. If he had a physical mouth, he would be gagging for fresh air. The pressure of his constant stepping made the experience even more painful. The days he really hated were when his owner would go shopping. He would sometimes be out all day long. That sometimes meant sweaty feet and odor he would be forced to inhale and taste all day long. Being his owner's footwear was something he would never wish for. Unfortunately, the guy was completely clueless as to what his feet were doing to him. All he knew was that he bought a normal pair of leather slides. Ever since the guy bought him and walked out of the store wearing him, his fate was permanently sealed.

30 DAYS EARLIER......

Andrew and his buddy Greg were always playing jokes on each other at work. One time, Greg messed with Andrew's lunch by putting diced hot peppers in it. Andrew would get him back by hiding his shoes when he found him napping on break. It was their usual thing for them.

This time, Greg decided to do a big practical joke on Andrew. When he wasn't looking in the store room, he used his TF Pro App and turned him into a pair of leather slides. He placed him in a shoe box with a price tag on it. "You look like a nice pair of shoes." He paused, looking at Andrew in his new form and laughed. "Don't worry, it's not permanent, I will be back in a few minutes to change you back." He placed a top on the shoe box. He put a sticky note on the box that had 'not for sale' written on it.

Andrew was so pissed at Greg for this new practical joke. He couldn't move or speak. He was stuck in this form in a dark shoe box. But he knew his buddy would change him back after another good laugh at his new look.

Two minutes later, Andrew saw another employee open the top of the shoe box. The employee had taken the sticky note and tossed it in the trash. After examining him, he placed him back in the box with the top back on.

The next time that Andrew saw daylight, he saw a random guy holding him in his hands. Apparently, the guy loved how he looked as leather slides. He hated what would come next. The guy slides his bare feet inside him. Being worn on his feet was new to Andrew, and he absolutely hated it. As the guy walked around on him, he heard the guy say how he was impressed with the shoes and decided he would buy them.

Andrew was mortified at that moment. He didn't want to permanently be a pair of shoes for a random customer. But he was powerless and voiceless to stop it from happening. He hoped Greg would rescue him before the guy actually purchased him. Minute later, the sale was rung up, and the customer paid the cost. The customer decided to wear him out of the store since he was so impressed with the level of comfort his feet got. Andrew could only mentally weep as the guy put him on his feet and started to walk out of the store.

As the guy was walking out, Andrew could hear in the background, Greg asking about a shoe box that had a sticky note on it. But Greg was too late to stop what had occurred as the customer cleared the door and kept walking, completely oblivious of the fact that he just bought living footwear.