#i have never done size swap before or anything of the like and now i think im obsessed

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Kinktober Prompt ~ Outdoor Sex

Ghost x City Girl Reader

During a friendly game of Capture-the-Flag, you and Ghost take things to extreme, after a bet turns into something not so suitable for work...

Future NSFW 18+, Part One, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn w/ little Porn, Hatemance, Enemies to Lovers, Mean Girl/Bratty Reader, Sarcastic Ghost, Teasing, Flirting, slight Slow Burn, Outdoor Sex, Banter, Toxic Relationships

Author's Note: This was random. Felt like writing some dirty smut for Ghost and I liked Spice as a character, so here's a spin-off! Split into two parts so I can make the next chapter juicy. Please enjoy the build-up for now ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ"

Also! If you want to read it in conjecture to the other parts, this is after Part Two but before Part Three :3

NGMLTS Masterlist

Masterlist

It was meant to be a team building exercise; a friendly game of competition between you and your comrades. Capture the flag. Only the rules were a bit altered this time around.

The game went as plainly explained by your captain: one team has to collect the flags and bring them back to their designated checkpoint, while the other team has to stop them. Three rounds will be given, with teams swapping positions each time. Winning team takes all, including the bragging rights.

And as if a competitive sport between the Task Force's deadliest members wasn't already enough, Price figured he'd spice things up by having the games happen at the dead of night as well. Many of your missions as of recent have been late night ops, so he felt that the extra training was needed.

This means night vision goggles, zero comms, stealth utilization, and strategy. When the exercise started and you were left out in the woods to begin, it was up to you and yours to be alert enough to get the job done. And if your team does win, you'll get first pick on the next mission.

You couldn't speak for everyone, though your sure the sentiment is shared; you've always loved a little competitiion. You just hid that side of you well, only letting it show when it was needed. But beating your peers at their own game was a rush like no other, and that feeling never left you even as you grew older. In fact it increased tenfold. It was a rush better than sex half the time.

Competition keeps a goal in mind to focus on, and damn did it feel good to win. And right now, there wasn't anyone you wanted to beat more than the stealth master himself, Simon Riley.

If one thing had been known about the man, it's that his expertise in stealth and sabotage weren't in need of questioning; he's practically a living legend after Roba. Some missions he's even been able to pull off alone, given his size and brutish combat tactics.

He's quite literally a ghost. That's just simple fact. A fact that might intimidate some, but only made you want to call him out on his bullshit. You honestly didn't believe all the hype, even after having gone on a few missions with him already. If anything, from what you've seen, the guy's just got funny luck.

If you want something done quietly, you send Simon Riley. If he needed to enter a room without you knowing, then you wouldn't hear him until you've felt the knife in your back. If he had to stay out of sight, then you won't see him in the shadows until he chooses to make himself known.

You aimed to prove that point tonight, knowing it would make the perfect thing to hold over him any time he wants to give you shit. How you've dethroned him of his ghostly status and made a mortal man out of him, now not only in the bedroom but in the field as well. It made you giddy just thinking about it.

Tonight you'd been given the chance to put your money where your mouth is. By a random luck of the draw, you've been placed on the offensive team with Gaz, making you the hunter, and Ghost your prey. A unique position to be in, and one you hadn't planned on squandering.

"I bet you $20 you won't get a single flag," you taunted.

Your comment had been enough to make the man snort. No doubt he'd been a man up for a bit of competition himself. And what better reward was there than having the privilege to say he humbled you as well? Now that's a rare occasion.

Ghost finished retying the laces to his boots before standing back up into his full length, looming over you like a big, playful shadow.

The hallway grows dark and empty around you, a familiar setting as of late. Since that night at the club, situations like this seemed to spring up more and more often. Ones which involved the man standing just close enough for you to smell the scent of him, and for him to catch that lustful glint you hid so well behind your eyes. Had you not had places to be, he'd fuck you right here and now, you're sure.

"Why don't we sweeten the pot some," he adds. "You still throw in that twenty, but the loser owes the winner a favor they can't say no to."

"Ooo, I like the sound of that!" You smile, already picturing all the most humiliating things you were going to make him do. You could make him fuck you in that one position dangling over your bedpost that you liked (and he kept complaining about "having to do"). Or you could even make him do all your work for the day as well. Oh the possibilities were endless; it had you practically jumping for joy.

Ghost chuckles at your preemptive celebratory dance, letting you go on for an unnecessary amount of time with your gloating and teasing. It'll only make his victory all the more sweeter.

"Figured you might like tha'," he says. You can practically feel the man smirking underneath his balaclava. He extends a hand out to you, giving you a chance to shake it. "Is that a deal then, Spice?"

You take his hand and shake on it.

"You're on, Manchester."

As you shake hands, Ghost keeps his grip over you for a moment, holding you in place a little longer so you could hear him when he taunted you. "We'll see how good you are when we get out there, won't we?"

"I'll try and go easy on you," you purr.

"I wouldn't want that. Too boring," Ghost teases. "It's much better when I have to work for it."

"Spoken like a true dog."

You both would have continued going back and forth, had Price not entered the hall to retrieve you both.

"OK, wrap it up lovebirds," he teases, earning a respective groan from you both. "We're heading out to the course now, so no more dilly-dallying."

"Roger that, sir," Ghost says. He watches for Price, waiting for him to leave before he's left you with a final parting phrase himself.

"May the best soldier win."

(ﾉ･_-)☆ Part Two Coming Soon...

Author's Note: I've included the previous taglist just in case you guys also wanted to read this spin-off (I know it's been over a month (^^'). I can remove you from the second part if you're not interested though!

Part Two will be longer and will involve the actually competition before things get spicy. I haven't decided who's gonna win the game yet either so it'll be a surprise for all of us. But I'm planning on the smut to be worth the two part split. Stay Tuned ~

Taglist: @babygirl-riley, @homicidal-slvt, @deadbranch, @argella1300, @poohkie90 , @glitterypirateduck , @sarraa-26 , @quincessimus , @crazymela, @13thprogenitor , @joce2fine, @sapszilla , @dmitriene, @justherebecauseafarisucks, @zevrajalexxandra, @corvusmorte

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #call of duty #modern warfare ii #call of duty modern warfare ii #mwii #mw2022 #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #Spotify

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Levi forces you to watch gross hentai then does the same things to you.

Cw: gross hentai, this is absolutely noncon but he’s in love with you, facials, cum swapping through kisses. mentions of kinks: mind control, monster fucking. tentacles, having a fleshlight of you, having a body pillow of you that he cut open and fucks, idk, some other stuff. Unnatural amounts of cum in one ‘session’ I guess. He just has like truck loads of cum you’ll see. He sits you on his keyboard and it cracks in half but not because of your weight just because it’s convenient for the plot. Noncon, slight nonspecific mention of noncon kink hentai. As always I write these before I start writing the actual piece and I go in and fix it later. AFAB no pronouns mentioned, plus size of course🤍you’re described as fat but not by Levi and not completely directly and it’s also not as an insult or bad thing. I wanted this to be nasty, so seriously it’s unnatural amounts of cum. You’re mentioned as his mate

Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.

He looks down at you, covered in sweat and cum from rolling in his sheets and…he just can’t wait to try even more things you.

#toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #leviathan smut #obey me smut #cream om

[bodyhopper-files]

How I transformed my dad's life.

My dad swapped bodies with me like it was punishment or something. He said he wanted to be young again and free from all the burdens of being an adult. Burdens? Are you freaking kidding me? This is awesome!

My dad went off to school in my body the next day like he'd won the freaking lottery. As soon as he was out the door, I called out sick from his job, took out his credit card, got online, and started buying everything I imagined I'd need for this new life I'd been supposedly burdened with. 

My dad’s life was pathetic. He had a crappy job at an accounting firm, and he spent his life doing the bare minimum. He didn’t care about how he dressed or how he took care of himself. He had never done anything exciting in his life. Now, it was time for all of that to change.

I bought myself a whole new wardrobe, which required me to measure every inch of my new body so that I could finally order things in the proper size. There would be no more saggy "dad" clothes for this dad. I ordered a shit-ton of premium workout supplements and protein powder. I joined the best gym in our neighborhood and hired their top personal trainer to help me get this body in shape. I also ordered better skin products, better hair products, better everything. It was time for this dad to upgrade his life! OK, the truth is, I also ordered a few extra things I'd always wanted, and I'm not just talking video games. I'd always wanted to see what it felt like to wear a jock strap and a leather harness like I'd seen guys wearing online. This was my chance to play dress-up and find out exactly how it felt. It was like a mini vacation that nobody knew I was on.

And let me tell you, I was in heaven.

Two years after the swap, I've completely transformed my dad's life. I left his lame job the second I could, and instead spent every hour I could at the gym. My dad had enough money in his savings account that he could have always done this for himself, he just never saw it.

I took care of the house the way he never did. I made it my own, steadily discarding the things that had once been his. I replaced the basic furniture he'd bought with pieces that better suited my new tastes. I swept out all the beer and junk food from the fridge and cabinets and swapped in fruits, veggies, and protein shakes.

Eventually, I got rid of everything in his old life that had been holding him down. Actually, it's my life now. And this is my body. 

I've started a new job as a personal trainer at the very gym I started training at the day after the swap. I'm bigger, stronger, and better than I ever could have been before. I'm healthier and happier, too. 

And whatever happened to my dad? He dropped out of school and vanished that day, and no one ever saw him again.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 7-11 with Spot

As much as I love the body swap trope I know that's not everyones cup of tea (and also i feel lazy with keeping the cause vague SOBS)

Speed running the first group of tropes for spot LMAO

UNREQUITED LOVE

He couldnt face you now that hes.. become this.. thing. Hes not even sure hes still allowed to call himself human. The fact that he had been shunned by just about everyone only reinforces that he keep his feelings for you to himself. Its unfair, it's terrible. He wants nothing more than to be by your side and continue on the life the two of you had together before the collider incident. He stays up most nights wondering if you'd welcome him into your life if he let himself in.. hes considered inviting himself into your home on at least one occasion. He sticks to the background watching you live out your life in peace without him

MUTUAL PINING

Except you werent living your life in peace, as far as you knew the man you had harbored feelings for died in the explosion that night. You've heard whispers that he was still alive, just no longer.. someone you'd recognize. You never tried to see if the rumors were true, too scared to get your hopes up only for them to be shattered. You used to work together, coworkers. You beat yourself up for not telling him how you felt before everything. Unbeknownst to you, Ohnn would feel the same as he kept tabs on you, never quite finding the right time to reveal himself to you. He loved you more than anything but you're the last person in his life who still loves him.. even if hes unaware. Youre his only friend who hasnt turned their back on him, simply because he never gave you the chance to do so

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

His crush on you was no secret, by the way. If it wasnt obvious that he had the hots for you, he had confessed it to one of his friends when the pair went out to get drinks to celebrate the success of the collider. He had gone out with a group of people actually, and you were there. At least for some point and perhaps out of ear shot as he rambled on about how much the poor man yearned for you. He seems like the type to cry when drunk, hes probably getting his tears all over the counter and he has to be sent home before he can try to make any moves on you

SHARING CLOTHES

Sometimes he likes to steal your clothing. Sure he doesnt need clothes but wearing them makes him feel a little bit more normal. Usually he takes jackets and hats, but if you go behind his back and get clothes that are more his style and size hes going to be over the moon.. whether it be brand new clothes or thrifted, hes going to stop walking around the house nude/hj

He totally doesnt keep stealing your clothes because you smell nice...

DOMESTIC

Spot isnt the neatest person, living in a sort of chaotic state although at least his messes usually have a system. So unless you already live like that you better be ready for your home to get a little less tidy. Not to worry because it's never going to get gross.. hes never going to leave food out or anything like that. A bit of a stickler when it comes to your end of the chores being done, you're allowed to return the same energy when he doesnt keep up with his share.. he can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes..

#the spot x reader #spot x reader #spot imagine #the spot x you #spot x you #Jonathan ohnn x reader #Jonathan ohnn x you #Jonathan ohnn imagine #atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv imagine

[beforeitrains]

I have a pretty wild Miley theory I previously mentioned in my bingo card post. So now I'm going to make y'all suffer through it with me.

Let's look at Miley's Room from 2-2. I think, there might be some hints about what she’s planning for the finale.

There's a pile of machine parts on the desk, and Sara remarks the materials are similar to what the participant's collars are made of. Given this hint, I think it's likely that they are disassembled collars taken off dead participants. Miley might be trying to fashion something new out of the parts. A defective collar that can unlock, or a collar that can switch between doll and human modes? I believe it's something that can help her (or her helper) cheat the system.

Hayasaka's video is playing on the monitor. I'm more or less convinced that he's Miley's beloved by now. So it makes sense that she was watching his death scene on loop, while putting her revenge plans into action.

Fridge/freezer. It's locked, so we don't know what's inside. Potentially, Mishima's head could be in there. But also it could contain various chemicals, like whatever Miley used to generate white smoke.

Miley's doll. It has removable limbs that the participants collected in Ch.1.

Now with all that in mind, let's try to guess who could be on the operation table in the locked room.

Hayasaka. That's who Miley would want to save the most, right? However, Hayasaka lost his head during his First Trial. To heal him, even in the sci-fi world of YTTD, Miley would have to find him a new doll body (of him, or of another similarly sized adult). But we know that all the candidates' dolls are intact on the third floor. And there's nothing in the room that could explain where Miley could have gotten the doll body either.

Midori/Hiyori. We know Midori cut off his hands and swapped them with Mai’s doll. He had to have done this at some point during the game. However, Sara and Keiji observe the sleeping figure during Ch2-2, not long before the second Main Game. It's likely that by that time Midori was already hustling on 4F, setting up the puzzles and instructing the dolls. But it's definitely possible.

Megumi. I like this idea the most, because Megumi lost her limbs during her First Trial. And Miley's doll has removable limbs. Miley and Megumi are roughly the same complexion, so the prosthetics would fit. Miley could have also tampered with Megumi's collar, so it wouldn't go off during the Main Games.

Ok, so for the first two candidates, it's more or less clear what Miley's motivation for keeping them alive would be. But why would she help Megumi? Maybe Miley just took the opportunity presented to her by the First Trials. She was planning her revenge on Asunaro and needed a partner-in-crime. Preferably a smart adult with a matching grudge against the organization. Megumi fit the criteria. Also, repairing limbs is a doable task (unlike repairing victims like Kurumada, who was crushed to a pulp).

What could Miley and Megumi be planning? I imagine, they could try to swap two versions of Megumi in the last chapter. Let's say Megumi (the doll) is delegated to carry out some task during the final moments of the game. If Megumi (human) takes her place, she might foil Asunaro's plans and aid Miley in making her grand entrance. This could be why Miley is working on those collars. Megumi needs a doll collar.

Look, I understand that this is all far-fetched, but it would be such a cool twist. Two bad and desperate women working together to bring down the organization they were originally a part of.

This story reminds me of Nao and Shin. No one suspected them of conspiring, because they were never friends or anything. But in the end they achieved great things together.

#bitrs yttd musings #yttd spoilers #sue miley #megumi sasahara #i'm getting desperate for miley's and megumi's arcs in case you can't tell

[seidenbros]

Wanna Be Somebody to Someone

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: Jason has been asking you out for days, and while you think it's just some stupid bet, he doesn't leave you alone, even after you shoot him down in front of pretty much everyone. When he approaches you after school, Eddie takes it upon him to show Jason that no means no. Pairing: Eddie Munson x plus size (fem) Reader Word count: 1543 Warning/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of blood, violence (Eddie and Jason fight), mentions of bullying (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: Taken from this prompt list with "Hey, they said 'no'", I just had this in my head and had to get it out, especially because I wanted to start writing for a plus-size reader, though in this one it's only mentioned once or twice, but yeah. 💚 Read on AO3

Jason had been getting on your nerves all day, because you’d declined a date with him. During lunch break, he’d tried to talk to you once again, but you’d shut him down in front of everyone, telling him to leave you alone, because you were not interested. Feeling everybody’s eyes on you, you nearly panicked and walked briskly out of the cafeteria. You didn’t need to give them more to stare at, so you left the building and took a deep breath of fresh air.

You were pretty sure that Jason was just so persistent, because he’d made a bet with someone. Up until a few days ago, you hadn’t been on his radar at all, and you’d liked it that way. He wasn’t exactly the person you wanted to associate with, meaning people who bullied each other, because you’d been on the receiving end of that bullying more than once. All that had only kind of stopped when you’d started hanging out with the freaks. Not that you’d call them that, but Eddie had approached you one day and offered you a seat at their table, on a day where the basketball players had stared at you and laughed about you. You had no idea what exactly they’d said, but you’d overheard them often enough to know what kinds of things they were saying, because you weren’t one of the petite girls.

You knew that you were bigger than pretty much all of them, but that didn’t make you less of a human-being. Oh, you’d tried to fit in at first, but by now, you’d found your group of friends, the people you felt safe and happy around, meaning the guys from the Hellfire Club. At first you’d been quiet around them as well, but you’d quickly warmed up to them, and by now, you were even teasing them a little bit, all in a loving manner of course.

“You alright?” Eddie was suddenly leaning against the wall next to you, checking up on you. He always did, watching out for his sheep as he called you.

“Yeah, just needed to get out of there.” You smiled at him, before you let your eyes dart across the lawn again. Being this close to him always made your heart beat faster, and you knew all too well what that meant. You shouldn’t fall for him, you knew that, had known that from the start, but it hadn’t stopped your stupid heart from reserving him a place on its throne.

“Want me to talk to him?”

“No, you really don’t have to.” You turned towards him, shaking your head. “It’ll die down eventually and he’ll leave me alone.”

While you appreciated the offer, Jason and Eddie weren’t on the best terms as it was, so it was definitely better if Eddie stayed away from him. For everyone involved. You’d never seen Eddie get physical with anyone, but the way he looked at Jason most of the time… It was a miracle, he hadn’t given him a real piece of his mind already.

“Okay… just say the word and I will, darling.”

“Thanks Eddie.” You leaned towards him to kiss his cheek, but then hurried to get back inside.

—

After school, you really wished you would have told Eddie to talk to Jason, because while most of the other students had left, you’d stayed back to swap some books at your locker in peace and then head home - and you weren’t alone.

“We're not done talking, y/n,” Jason leaned against the lockers close to you, smirking, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes we are. I have nothing more to say to you, Jason.” You didn’t even look at him, but your heart was still picking up its pace, because you didn’t particularly like being alone with him. You slammed your locker shut with more force than necessary, because you were getting a little frustrated.

“Come on, it's just one date!”

“So that you can say you cleared the fat chick? No thanks, Jason.” You rolled your eyes at him and turned around, grateful for the surge of confidence.

“It’s not like that!” He grabbed your arm and turned you back towards him, not letting you go. “Did Munson tell you that? Give me a chance! I deserve it!”

“I said no, Carver. Now let me go!” You enunciated every word so that he’d hopefully, finally understand you and get going, but he didn’t.

“Hey! She said ‘no’!” Eddie spun Jason around to face him, and Jason let go of you in turn. Eddie, your knight in not so shining armour, but you were grateful for him. You’d thought that you were able to get Jason to back off by yourself, but apparently, he was more stubborn than you’d thought.

“This is none of your business, freak!” Jason tried to turn around again, but Eddie stopped him, shoved his shoulder, so that Jason’s back hit the lockers.

“It is my business if you keep harassing my girl.”

“Your girl?”

His girl? Okay, it was probably Eddie’s way of trying to get Jason to leave you alone, but you couldn’t deny the fact that your heart rate suddenly surged through the goddamn roof upon hearing his words. Even if he didn’t mean them, they still had an effect on you.

“She’s not your girl, Munson. Leave us the fuck alone.” Jason was angry, you could see it in his whole body, and before you could intervene, he swung at Eddie, but Eddie was able to duck, landing a punch to Jason’s side in turn. He tumbled, but was back at Eddie in a matter of seconds, this time aiming for his head, and Eddie wasn’t quick enough to get away from him.

God, this was awful, really awful, and there was nothing you could do, except try to talk them down, but they didn’t hear you. Only when a door a few feet away opened, did they break apart, fully expecting to see a teacher appear, but it was just the janitor.

Still, both of them were now a few feet apart and while Jason was holding his side, Eddie wiped blood off his lips.

“This isn’t over, Munson.” Jason narrowed his eyes at both of you before he turned on his heel and finally left you alone. For a moment you stood there frozen in place, but then movement came back into your lips and you walked up to Eddie.

“Are you alright?” He turned his face away from you, but you weren’t having it. “Let me see!” Gently, you cupped his chin to turn his face towards you.

“Bossy suits you,” he said with a smirk, but winced because of the cut in his lower lip, that you were able to see now. The tissue around his left eye already began swelling.

“Good, because I’m gonna boss you around a little more.” You were angry, because being angry was easier than being worried about him, so you pushed that aside. “Come on!” Taking his hand, you walked straight towards the girls’ bathroom with him. Eddie’s fingers wrapped around yours, but he followed without saying a word.

“Stay right there.” You made him lean against one of the sinks while you got some paper towels.

“Never thought I’d find myself here.” Eddie cast a quick glance around before his eyes found you again.

“What were you thinking?” Ignoring what he’d just said, you looked back at him. You wet the towels and walked back up to him again.

“To be fair, I didn’t start the fight.”

“No, but I’m pretty sure you knew what you were getting yourself into!”

“I was just trying to protect you, y/n!” Eddie sighed, placed his hand on your upper arm while you carefully dabbed at the blood on his lips, avoiding the cut itself for now. Your touch was extremely soft despite your harsh words.

“I know,” you say with a sigh. “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. But I was just so worried about you.”

“But I’m alright. And I’d do it again.”

“You’re pretty far from alright.” Still, you can’t help but smile at his words. Always playing it down. You put the bloody paper towels away, and took some new ones, ran them under cold water and gave them to him. “Hold this to your eye… it will help to stop the swelling.” Eddie nodded and did what you told him. Meanwhile, you were taking care of the cut in his lip itself as best as you could. He didn’t need stitches, but it would still hurt.

“You’ll be alright, just no going around kissing anyone at the moment,” you said with a smile, taking a step back from him.

“There’s only one person I want to kiss, and that one is a little mad at me.”

His words made you swallow hard. It sounded like he was talking about you, but maybe that was just your imagination.

“You know, when I called you my girl earlier, that was kinda wishful thinking.” He couldn’t call you his, he hadn’t even asked you out yet, but maybe it was time that he did something about this. “Didn’t really know how to ask you.”

“You what?” Now, you turned around to him again, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. Was he being serious?

Eddie chuckled, took a step towards you and reached for your hand.

“Don’t look so surprised!” While he wasn’t sure whether Jason had asked you out because of a bet or whatever else, it had certainly made him jealous. You were too good for Jason, for Eddie as well in his own opinion, but he tried to push these thoughts aside. “You’re gorgeous, you say what’s on your mind, and you shooting Jason down in front of the whole cafeteria was just one of the hottest things ever!”

You felt the heat in your cheeks. Nobody had ever called you hot before, but Eddie… God, he had no idea what he was doing to you right now.

“So… will you go out with me?”

“God, yes!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your own reaction, because you certainly hadn’t wanted the words to come out like that, but now you were both laughing. “Let’s just wait until your injuries are better.” “Why’s that?”

“Remember what I told you before? No kissing until that’s better.”

“Oh… Ohhhh!”

Tag-list: @violetpenguinkris @tellhound @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @spideyanakin-interacts @bellamy-barnes @beepisbeep @snapefiction @hardysbitch @give-em-hellfire

Let me know if you want to be tagged for the Promises-series, or Eddie stuff in general 💚 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #staffi writes

[midnightshard06]

Flufftober Day 21

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/128899048

Summary: Sonic decides to wear Silver's gloves. Silver is confused by this, but is just glad to see Sonic happy.

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~600

@flufftober

“Hey Sonic have you seen my…” Silver trailed off. “Oh.”

Sonic jumped and put his hands behind his back. “Oh! Hey Silvs. What’s up?”

“Why do you have my gloves on?” Silver frowned in confusion. There wasn’t any reason for Sonic to be wearing them right? Was something wrong with his? Did they need to be washed or something?

“Oh uh… I mean what do you mean? I don’t have your gloves on.” He chuckled nervously. “That would be weird.” He waved a hand and paused as he realized that it was now very obvious that he had Silver’s glove on. Silver rose a brow in silent question. “I uh… can explain?”

“Go on.” Silver crossed his arms. He was just sort of confused and would love an explanation. Sonic had never done anything like this before and the two had been together for a while now.

“Well…” Sonic rubbed the back of his head and sighed. “I just wanted to? I was kinda curious how your gloves and ring things felt to wear.” He idly played with the ring. “Is… that weird?”

Silver let his hands fall to his sides as he thought. Was that weird? He wasn’t sure if he was the best judge of what was weird or not to be fair. He found he didn’t mind it really, it felt sort of… nice maybe? Nice that Sonic had shown an interest in his stuff at all. His feelings felt a bit complicated, but not bad. “I… don’t think it’s weird?” Silver internally cringed at how unsure he sounded.

Sonic grinned, there was a twinge of nervousness to it. “Are you asking that?”

“I- no.” Silver shook his head. “No, I don't think it’s weird.” He smiled. “How about this, where are your gloves? I’ll wear them today and let you wear mine for the rest of the day.”

Sonic perked up. “Really?” He coughed into his hand. “I mean yeah sure. That sounds good. Let me go grab them real quick.” Sonic was gone in a flash of blue and back in the next moment, holding out his gloves to Silver. He looked excited.

Silver smiled, took the gloves, and slid them on. They were nice he supposed, but what was nicer was the happy look on Sonic’s face. That was all he needed to be sold on the whole thing. In fact, he had an idea that Sonic might enjoy. “What if we went all the way?”

The other hedgehog looked at him, clearly interested. “Oh?”

“What if we swap shoes for the day too? Just to complete the look?” Silver suggested, tapping his hands together.

“Sure!” Sonic looked happy, so Silver figured mission accomplished. Silver did have to help Sonic put on his boots, but it wasn’t too hard. He was just glad the two of them were the same size. Sonic’s shoes were pretty comfortable, which made sense. They would suck to run in if they weren’t.

“Hey, looking good there Silver.” Sonic winked.

“Are you just saying that because I have your stuff on?” Silver rose a brow and grinned.

Sonic gasped and put a hand on his chest. “I’m offended you would think that.” He tapped Silver on the nose. “I’ll have you know you look good all the time.”

“All the time?” Silver crossed his arms.

“All the time.” Sonic copied Silver.

“Well you don’t look half bad yourself.” Silver turned towards the door. “Now that we’re dressed should we get going with the day?”

Sonic walked up and linked hands with Silver. “Let’s do it.”

#flufftober2023 #alt 3 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #silver the hedgehog #sonilver #ao3 link #midnightshard writing

[kittyofalltrades]

Let’s be real, Benny would 100% be all in for fake dating in front of your family, he would come prepared with your meet-cute story rehearsed but when the physical affection comes into play 🥺🥺❤️❤️ maybe he gets nasty when your family leaves?

Not So Silent Night

You've invited Benny Miller to family Christmas.

Word: 1865

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THE BEES KNEES)

Warnings:PinV, Unprotected sex, Oral (F rec), sex in childhood bedroom

You’d brought your friend Benny to family Christmas in a bid to not appear hopelessly single. And it worked for the most part. Except for the sweet kisses Benny pressed to your cheek in front of your Nan, and the in-depth talk about UFC he’d had with your father and brothers. You also didn’t expect him to pull you into his lap to sit for the white elephant exchange, or the small circles he’d rubbed along your back while you swapped gifts. Even the loving gazes were a surprise. Yes, you had a slight crush on him but the looks he was giving you were ones that couldn’t be faked. It made your heart dance in your chest. 

Once things started to wind down and your father and brother's got in an argument about sports, you pulled Benny into the kitchen for a quick word. You expressed your gratitude for him indulging you with family Christmas, even though he could have spent it with his brother. 

“My family loves you, I might have to keep you around,” you teased with a wide smile.

He cupped the back of your head and tilted your face up toward his. “I wouldn’t mind that, darlin’.”

“Are you sure?” you asked just before his lips curved against yours. His plush lips cut off any further arguments about keeping him around. He worked his tongue past your lips into your mouth, tasting you. He took his time kissing you, putting his need into every stroke of his tongue against yours. 

“Okay, you two, break it up,” your father grumbled behind you, making you spring away from Benny. “I like him but not enough to have you two sucking face in my kitchen.”

“Come on, honey, you’ve done worse in this kitchen,” your mother chastised behind him.

“Oh my god, I’m never touching anything in this place again,” you groaned. You took Benny’s hand pulling him from the kitchen and your parents to avoid any other traumatic revelations. “We’re going to bed. See you in the morning for gifts.”

“No hanky panky!” Your father called after you. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Benny answered politely, even though you had other plans. 

You curled your lips into a smile. Yes, you were planning to fuck Benny in your childhood bedroom. The full sized bed might be big enough but the headboard would give you away in a heartbeat. Bent over your desk had potential but posed the problem if it would be sturdy enough. You could sneak him out the window and fuck him on the roof like you’d done before but winter air made it to cold for that. All the ways you could fuck Benny in your room passed through your head while you led him upstairs until you stopped in front of your door. 

Before you could open the door, Benny put his hands on the door on either side of you caging you in place. He leaned forward and ran his nose across your jawline slowly before he reached your ear. He nipped at your earlobe gently, drawing a small sound from you. 

“What do you expect to happen once we get in your room, Darlin’?” Benny asked in a husky whisper. “You want me to fuck you while your family is downstairs?”

The words sent shivers down your spine and heat pooled between your legs as you nodded. You didn’t care that your family was downstairs or that your father had specifically said no sex. You wanted Benny here and now. But maybe not right here. Quickly opening the door, you pulled him inside, safe from prying eyes and roaming hands.

Once inside, Benny shut and locked the door. He turned to find you standing somewhat nervously in the middle of your room. “We don’t have to do this, darlin’. We can just go on pretending if you want,” he reassured you. 

But you knew after that breathtaking kiss in the kitchen there was no going back to the status quo. You chewed your lip for a few more seconds while you decided on a course of action. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you whispered your answer. To show him you meant what you said, you pulled your Christmas sweater over your head, dropping it on the floor. Your sequin skirt followed, leaving you in your bra and panties under Benny’s eagle eyed gaze. You quickly peeled off your panties, kicking them away, so they didn’t tangle around your feet. Your bra soon followed, leaving you bare and soaked for him. 

You watched with wide eyes as he took his time unbuttoning his flannel and dropping it at his feet. You watched the fabric flutter to the ground before meeting his eyes as he pulled his undershirt off. That followed as well. Time seemed to slow as his hands made his way down to his pants. With nimble fingers and without breaking eye contact, Benny unfastened his belt and pants, pushing them to the floor. The fingers of one of his hands toyed with the elastic waistband of his boxers while he closed the distance between you. 

“I’m going to fucking wreck you, Darlin,” Benny promised as he knelt in front of you. 

Benny pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss before he dropped to his knees. Propping one leg over his shoulder, he dove in and lapped at your core, savoring the small whimper he pulled from you before you remembered the need to be quiet. You tangled your hand in his hair, holding his face to you while rolling your hips slowly, using his face and tongue to chase your pleasure. Benny barely held back a moan while you fucked his face. He hadn’t expected you to be so willing to ride his face in the middle of your bedroom. With his free hand, he slipped two fingers into your wet heat, working at a slow but thorough pace. Another small sound slipped past your lips when his long fingers reached places your fingers never could. Benny pulled away from your cunt to look up at you.

“Shush, Darlin’, can’t let your family hear you moaning so pretty for me.”

You gave a brisk nod. “Faster, please…”

Benny complied, giving you what you needed, working his fingers faster while he reapplied his mouth to your clit. He was determined to have you cum against his face. The grip you had in his hair tightened the more he worked his tongue against your clit and his fingers into your core. When Benny’s fingers brushed over your g-spot, you brought your hand to your mouth to stifle the moans he tore from you. He fingered you through the waves of your orgasm, before pulling his fingers free of your sopping core. 

You dropped your leg and stumbled backward, landing on your bed and making the headboard thwack against the wall. The idea of fucking Benny was still firmly in your mind as you watched him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean of your slick. The action pulled a noise of pleasure from him that sent arousal jolting through you.

“I thought you were going to wreck me,” you challenged once he pulled his fingers from his mouth. 

He gave you a toothy grin and stood up, closing the distance between you in two long strides. Once he was closer, you could see the impressive tent in his boxers formed by his hard cock. He reached for the waistband and pulled his cock free. 

“I am going to wreck you, Darlin’. But you need to sort out that headboard first,” He told you.

Taking a moment to eye his impressive cock, you unwillingly turned away to shove a pillow between the headboard and the wall. That should sufficiently muffle the sounds unless somebody pressed their ear directly to the wall. Once that was done, you dragged your eyes back up to Benny’s.

“How do you want me, gorgeous?”

"I want you on your hands and knees.”

You rolled over with your ass facing him. "Like this?" you asked, giving your hip a tantalizing wiggle.

"Mhm," Benny answered, taking hold of his cock and rubbing it between your folds. 

The head of his cock was quickly getting wet with your slick as he continued to tease you. He wouldn't push in until you said the magic word. You wiggled your hips against him, impatient for him to push into your soaked pussy.

"Bennyyy, please..." you pleaded over your shoulder. 

You couldn't take the wait much longer, and you repeated your plea to him. 

Benny bit his lip at the sound of your begging, he didn't think it would have that much of an effect on him but he was wrong. Benny pushed into your sopping core, gripping your hips with a low groan.

"Please..." you whined again while you rocked your hips into him.

Benny noted just how impatient you were and gave your ass a light spank, to show he heard and was going to take things at his own pace. He gripped your hips tighter, stopping your movements. 

Benny leaned over you, kissing up your neck to your ear, "You sound so pretty when you beg."

The words barely registered after he had slapped your ass. Only his tight grip on your hips holding you still made it through to you. 

"Benny, please... please fuck me...." you whined softly, trying futilely to rock your hips into him.

Now that you'd voiced it, he gave you what you wanted, loosening his grip on you enough as he started a slow but hard pace. His hips slammed against you with each thrust and Benny reached forward to pull your hair. You moaned loudly with pleasure while Benny fucked you. His grip on your hair only added to the sensations you were feeling. His name and pleas not to stop fell from your lips. Benny kept up the pace, spanking you again. 

"You’re mine," he declared, "My Christmas present." He released his grip on your hips and he reached between them to rub your clit. "Cum for me."

The command had you coming almost instantly, pussy clenching around Benny’s cock. The pace he used sent you spiraling. The waves of your orgasm robbed you of words, leaving you a moaning, twitching mess. When he felt your walls clenching around him, he couldn’t help but let go and filled you to the brim with his seed, some of it leaking out of you before he'd even pulled out. Both of you collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily, Benny pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

“We might have been a little loud, Darlin’,” Benny whispered in your ear.

You were so lost in him you didn’t even think about the volume. You slapped a hand over your mouth hoping that, just maybe, nobody had heard Benny absolutely wrecking your shit. You weren’t sure if you could live with the embarrassment. You glanced at Benny and he was quick to smile at you, and you decided you could live with the shame as long as he did it again, and again, and again. 

Yes I did have you beta you own ask. And I'd do it again lol ILY @welcometostayingawake

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller smut #ficmas

[moralesispunk]

Kinktober Day Fourteen - Love Bites/Marks // Vampire Marcus Pike 

Kinktober Masterlist / @the-purity-pen​

Warnings: female reader, blood, biting, marking, vampire, oral (f receiving), kissing, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 3.4k

A/n: pleas, please, please take this on the face of it for what it is - it’s a fic about vampire Marcus Pike

Spooky Pike who was always on the night shift. 

It's the first thing most other agents would say when he was brought up in conversation. They would lower their voices and mumble about how he only ever worked the night shift and had a weird ability to solve all the cases that no-one else could solve; cases that were never released to the public and even the rest of the agents had to have a special clearing before they could read the files closed by him.

It’s not that you were nervous to be sent to his office, but you did have all of this in mind when you knocked on his closed door down in the basement as the rest of your colleagues were packing up for the day.

“Come in,” a deep voice replied.

When you opened the door your eyes scanned across the room that was almost completely bare of anything that showed who Marcus Pike was; no photographs, no degrees on the wall, only a long piece of art that hung above the back wall. By the time your gaze had made it to the man behind the desk you had absolutely no idea what to expect, and it was a nice surprise.

His dark brown eyes were already on yours, thick dark hair that was messy on his head, a suit jacket thrown over the back of his chair and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

Other than the deep-purple bags under his eyes, he looked perfectly healthy. And handsome. Not at all who you had imagined when people spoke about the hermit in the basement.

“What can I help you with?” Agent Pike asked, his eyes dragging down your body as though he was sizing you up.

You held your hand out, introducing yourself as you stepped into the room and he slipped his hand into yours. You almost gasped at how cold his skin was, his hand wrapping firmly around yours and shaking it twice before you dropped it back down to your side, your other hand coming to wrap around it and bring some heat back.

Marcus noticed this, the corner of his mouth twitching in an almost smile before he met your eyes again.

“The director arranged a meeting? There is this case he said you could-”

“The Barcelo case?”

You stopped, nodding once and looking at the chair behind you that Marcus had pointed to and taking a seat, placing the files on your lap. You took the time to look over the agent in front of you as he pulled up his files, wondering what about the man in front of you made people so wary of him....

*****

That had been two weeks ago and since then you had swapped to the night shift for now, working out of Marcus’s office when you weren’t going on abrupt stake-outs he demanded were necessary; his jacket being ripped off the back of the chair and swung over his shoulders as he nodded towards the door without so much as a word said. The first two times you grumbled about them, not seeing why they were necessary, but after the third you were starting to learn he had an eerily good ability to be at the right place at the right time. When you asked him how he knew all this he had just shrugged and replied “good instinct” and for some reason you had gone along with that.

In the time since you had first walked into his office you had learned very little about the agent who was now working by your side as you laid out the files across his desk like you had done every night. He wasn’t a chatty man; he had a soup flask of something that he sipped from all night and even when he brought you something to eat he never had anything himself; he seemed in two minds about whether he liked or disliked you - sometimes working by your side and smiling softly to your one sided conversations and other times working at the furthest corner of his office with his tense shoulders and eyes focused on the paper in his hands.

Tonight he was going between like and dislike so fast you were getting whiplash. His arm would brush against yours from working so close and then he would dart to the other side of the table, you would trip over the leg of his chair and he would rush round before you could fall to the floor to catch you, his hands would then rip away from your sides as if he was burned.

The final straw of all of this was the paper cut.

You had been flicking through the files to find a particular date you needed when the paper sliced across your thumb, the stack hitting the table as you brought it up to your mouth and wrapped it between your lips. In the second it had taken for you to lift your hand to your mouth, Marcus’s back had hit against the back of the office door, his eyes widening and hands clenched into fists by his side.

“Okay that’s it,” you grumbled, pinning him with a stare. “What is it with you? I get you don’t work with people often and sorry I’m intruding on your space-”

“That’s not it-”

“- but we have to work on this together. You have spent these two weeks being so hot and cold I never know what I’m getting with you and it’s making it very difficult to work together-”

“Blood.” Marcus interrupted you. “It’s the blood.”

“Oh.” You looked down to your thumb to find another pearl of red fighting to the surface and you wiped it away. “You don’t like blood?” Not that it was unheard of for agents to have phobias of blood, but it was uncommon.

“No,” Marcus whispered and you searched his eyes. “The opposite.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t under-”

“I’ve got to go.” Marcus had moved unnervingly quickly around the desk beside you, lifting his jacket, but before he could go you stopped him with your hand around his wrist. His whole body was still, his eyes not meeting yours until you stood before him.

“What… What do you mean?”

His mouth opened to reply and that’s when you saw them, the fangs, and your whole body had gone rigid as your hand let go of his wrist and you took a step back, then another. Marcus noticed the look on your face, his hands holding up in innocence as he began to speak.

“Please, just let me explain-”

In a second you had lifted your jacked off of the chair and ran out of his office, his voice calling after you until you were in the elevator and heading to your car.

The whole ride home and then the whole evening you thought about Marcus, about every small interaction that had happened in the past two weeks you may have missed, but there was nothing; not even when you spent hours searching online for myths and theories about Vampires. 

He hid… what he was hiding… well enough that you hadn’t suspected a thing. Maybe you had been blinded by the wide smiles he gave you every so often, or how gently he asked you about your weekend, or how he always managed to find the snacks you liked most and left them by your desk. 

You thought about his face when you had walked about, how desperately he had called your name, and you suddenly felt bad for how you had stormed out. 

And as you got into bed, deep down, in a part you tried to ignore, you felt excited.

By the next evening you walked into Marcus’s office with your head held high, an apology on your lips and something burning deep in your belly that you didn’t want to name.

Before you could say anything Marcus had jumped up, surprise written across his face and his tie missing from where it usually was, instead his two top buttons open and showing off his pale skin.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, stopping anything he was about to say. “I should never have stormed out or reacted the way I did.”

“I-” Marcus’s brow furrowed. “You had every right to do that.”

You shook your head, taking one tentative step forward and then another. “I regretted it the second I got home.”

“You did?” Marcus asked in a breathy whisper and you nodded.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop thinking about a lot of things.”

“What things?” Marcus stepped around his desk and met you in front of it.

“That I should have given you the time to explain.”

“And?” Marcus was so close now that you had to tilt your head up to look at him, your heart beating faster.

“And…” There were so many reasons you shouldn’t say what you were about to say. For one, it took you till this afternoon to admit that Marcus was a vampire and you still weren’t sure how dangerous it was that you were attracted to him. For another, this is a HR nightmare. “And when I calmed down I realized, it excited me.”

Marcus’s eyebrows raised in surprise before he frowned.

“You don’t-”

“I know. I know I don’t know anything about this. Or how dangerous. Or anything. All I know is that I am and I want to.”

Marcus’s hand lifted to your face, his cool palm holding your cheek as his thumb dragged across your bottom lip. “You want to.. what?” His eyes were firmly on mouth as he asked.

“I want you to… to use them on me,” you confirmed. “I- I trust you.”

Marcus’s mouth crashed to yours and your hands flew to his arms, gripping him tight and holding him close to you as you both kissed hungirly. His hands slipped down your body, fingers gripping your shirt and ripping it open in a way that sent buttons flying and had you gasping into the kiss. He turned you both until you were leaning against the desk and he was between your legs but just as you started to reach for his belt he pulled back.

“You shouldn’t.” Marcus shook his head but your hands wrapped around his wrists and you pulled him back.

“But I do.”

Marcus seemed to think, his eyes searching between yours for what felt like a lifetime before he nodded.

“You need to tell me if I take too much; if you get dizzy, or lightheaded, or you start to feel a bit numb…tell me.” The way his eyes burned into yours told you how serious he was being, your hips rocking up into his unconsciously as you nodded.

“I’ll tell you,” you breathed.

“Good.” His grip on your chin loosened ever so slightly, his eyes raking slowly down your face before he landed on your neck, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. “I can hear how fast your heart is beating,” he murmured.

You could feel it, racing harder than it had when you took the physical test to become an agent and every yearly update since. It only grew faster when he dipped his head, his hand on your chin remaining in place as his palm slid to hold across your jaw and tilted your head to the right as his head dipped down.

His tongue pressed against the dip in your shoulder, moving slowly up to the point below your ear and making your whole body shiver as your nails dug into the hardwood table before he kissed back down and you felt his teeth and something sharper graze your neck.

They pressed into your skin and you gasped, the pain that you thought would be there not coming - or coming so fast and being replaced by his soft lips as he began to suck on your soft skin that it had been enough to overpower the pain.

You weren’t sure if you were dizzy from the blood or the feeling, forcing yourself to take deep breaths, and when the dizziness faded and the excitement replaced it your hand moved up Marcus’s arm to the back of his neck, holding him in place. He groaned against you when your fingers tangled in his hair, his other palm sliding up the inside of your thigh and opening your legs wider for him as he stepped into the space.

His hand moved higher and higher up your skirt, settling over your lace underwear before he pulled his mouth away from your neck.

“Okay?”

“Y-yes, Marcus. Yes, okay.”

His fingers pressed against your clit over your panties, starting torturously slow circles as he began to kiss back up your neck. His nose pressed against your skin, his whole body rising with a breath in of your scent, and a groan rumbled through his chest.

“You smell so good. You taste even better.”

You moaned loudly at that, your hips lifting from the desk and seeking more. Marcus took the hint, pushing the thin material to the side to press his fingers against you and goosebumps rose all across your body at the coldness of his touch.

He lifted his head back enough to look in your eyes, his lips plump and red and his eyes blown darker than you thought they ever could. His gaze stayed on yours as he slipped one finger inside you, pumping it a few times before adding a second.

“So warm,” he groaned and your back arched to press your chest against him. “Want to taste all of you,” he mumbled against your lips.

“P-please,” you begged, your fingers tightening in his hair as he kissed down your chest and stomach before settling on his knees before you.

His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip again, exactly how he had done when he had looked at your neck, and you gulped loudly. His eyes flicked up to yours, a smug grin on his face as he leant forward and pulled your underwear even further to the right before he licked slowly up your folds.

He hummed against you. “Tastes like you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“I did,” you cried, leaning with one palm back on the desk.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Every day you’ve been in here has been torture.”

His tongue worked you over again and again until his head moved to the side, his fangs piercing the soft flesh of your thigh and sucking. His fingers replaced his tongue and he curled them deep inside you, his eyes firmly set on yours and watching your reaction.

Between his thick fingers that were splitting you open and the perfect lightheadedness from his lips pressed tightly to the inside of your thigh, it didn’t take long for you to shatter around him. Marcus’s lips pulled back from your thigh and wrapped around your clit as your whole body shook above him, his fingers eventually pulling out and his tongue dipping down to lap at every last drop.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and pulled him back to stand before you, reaching forward and pressing your mouth against his. You could taste yourself on him - in more ways than one - and he sighed against your mouth when you moaned at the taste.

“I don’t know where you taste better,” he groaned, his fingers brushing against your folds and each bite mark as you pulled his cock from his trousers and ran your palm over the length a few times before digging your heels into the backs of his thighs and pulling him closer. You looked down at his cock in your hands and your eyes went wide, taking in the thick and long length, bigger than any you had before and enough to make you grow nervous.

“I’ll go slow… at first,” Marcus reassured you, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass to the edge of the desk as he lined his cock up at your entrance.

His mouth pressed against yours, the fangs biting down on your bottom lip ever so slightly before he parted your lips with his tongue and slipped it into your mouth. You were so dizzy with how he kissed you, how his hands moved around to your back to hold you close, that even though his cock was stretching you bit by bit it was never sore.

“Just a little more,” he panted against your lips, angling your hips up as he thrust all the way in until his hips were pressed against yours and you broke away with a gasp.

When you looked up at Marcus you found him with his mouth hanging open, the ends of his fangs visible as he stared down at your chest that was heaving with deep breaths. His hands slipped up your sides before moving across your breasts, cupping you over the material a few times before pulling the cups down to settle under your tits.

His eyes flicked between them and, again, his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip - a tell-tale sign you were already learning.

“You can leave marks,” you whispered, rocking your hips and making both of your eyes roll.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice husky.

“Yeah.”

Marcus’s head bent down as he began to pump his cock in and out of you, his teeth and tongue leaving marks and kissing away the sting of pain across your skin.

“Oh Marcus, there- there!” You moaned, his arms taking your weight off the table and angling you just right, his cock hitting up against the spot that made your whole body shiver.

“You’re so perfect,” he moaned in return, lifting his head and pressing his lips against yours.

It didn’t take long for either of you to come, your head falling back and Marcus’s mouth kissing across every mark he left as you shook in his arms before he groaned your name loudly, his whole body seeming to get bigger and crowd you against the table as he spilled inside.

You were panting beneath him, your eyes blinking as you tried to look up at Marcus who was kissing across your face before he finally kissed your mouth gently.

“Marcus,” you sighed. “Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.”

“I know,” he hushed you, gently pulling out and cleaning his mess with tissues on the table before placing your panties back in place.

You could hear him moving around the room, drawers opening and closing until he finally pulled you back up to sit on the edge of his desk and you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Here.” He handed a bottle of water and sugary snack into your hands, standing in front of you and running his hands up and down your thighs as you drank and ate, your energy that you hadn’t realized you had lost suddenly coming back.

“Wow,” you mumbled around the last bite and Marcus’s face broke out in a dazzling smile.

“Wow,” Marcus repeated back. “Can I… Can I take you home?”

“I don’t know…” You trailed off and Marcus failed at hiding his disappointment. “Is there room for two in your coffin?”

He laughed, nipping your hip and laughing more when you squirmed away from him.

“I have a very nice double bed for show. It’s comfy and big and I can put the heating on for us getting there.”

Your small smile broke out into a grin, slipping your hand into his as he helped you down off the desk.

His hand never left yours until you got to his car, his palm sliding up your back as you got inside before he walked around to the driver's seat and you took a moment to look in the rearview mirror.

Your neck and chest were sporting teeth marks and you pulled up your skirt to look at the one on your thigh, your fingers still running over it when Marcus slipped in beside you.

“I can tell you one thing for sure,” he said and you turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “you suit my bite marks.”

#tppkinktober2022 #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike

[asterhaze]

Horror Prompt: Write a story from the perspective of someone who is becoming more and more aware that this process is happening to them. NOT like the baby is swapped out when already birthed either~

(Sorry to paraphrase, it's just the story is already long. Thank you, @doublegoblin, for the prompt. I had an absolute blast writing this.) 

Planet Batman

Genres: Light Horror - Long Post Copyright © 2023. Aster Haze. All rights reserved.

Video Log, Relative Date 238450 

[Audio Only]  

Something got me today, you know. Funny, I thought you should know about it before I told MED. Probably won’t tell MED anyway, it’s just an itchy spot. Anyways, we were checking out Gregaliton Ac - A planet I nicknamed Batman because there are so many freakin’ bird-bat things flying around. Figure he must be running around somewhere, haha! 

Anyways, those bird-bat things? They can be really small. Like the size of your thumb when they’re babies, it turns out. They don’t weigh a thing and will climb all over you if you sit still long enough. I had a cut in my HAZMAT, thin as the side of a coin and only a few centimeters long. Got totally overlooked since the planet was deemed bio-safe. One of those damned things must have nibbled on me through that hole and now I have this tiny itchy spot that is driving me insane. 

I scratch and scratch and all it seems to do is spread. Got some antihistamines and they don’t seem to be doing much other than making me tired as hell. It’s also started burning since I’m scratching so much, so I’ve decided just to leave it alone. Anyways, Darling, please don’t tell MED or Cap. This planet is a big break for me, especially since the bat-things are so easy to study, I really think I can get a few papers on extraterrestrial life going and get our names out there but if they find out I didn’t report this as soon as it happened-- they’ll expo me back to Earth and I’ll be done. 

I’ll send you another log in about four earth weeks. Love you baby. 

Video Log, Relative Date 238510 

[Audio Only] 

Sorry, I can’t get this damn thing to send you a video log. For some reason, it’s only sending out the audio file. It’ll have to do until I get back to port. Everything’s fine, just fine. That itchy spot went away and it’s like nothing ever happened. We found out the bird-bats drink blood, which I could have told you just by looking at them, and I pretended to have a cold to get some blood tests secretly run. Ran in there after hours and copied the results myself and you know what? Nothing. I told you I’d be totally fine. 

They did say that if anyone gets bitten by these things they’re SOL until we get back to port since the full-body scanner is down. No X-rays, no MRIs, Nothing like that. Gonna put them in solitary as a sort of quarantine. So I gotta make sure this stays a secret so I can study these things. I feel stupid for telling you, but I guess you really needed to know. I’m trusting you not to tell anyone. 

Anyways, let me tell you more about these bird-bat things… 

Video Log, Relative Date 238590 

[Audio Only] 

Something strange happened to me, Darla. I didn’t want to say anything before, but now it’s obvious. My eyes have been changing color for the past few weeks. I didn’t even notice because they’ve been changing so slowly. You know how I am about my wrinkles, I’m always looking in the mirror, but sure as shit they’ve changed completely. Brown straight into a very bright, noticeable, blue.

George is the one who noticed a few weeks ago, when my eyes were about halfway to being blue. Asked me if I always had blue-brown eyes. Said he’d never seen eyes like mine. Looked into them for a long, long time, admiring them.  I keep getting compliments on my eyes, people keep looking into them when they’re talking to me. Like…really looking into them and it’s freaking me out. 

Don’t worry baby, I only have eyes for you. Haha! I do miss you though. I never thought I’d be bored on a planet with this many bird-bats flying around. They’re always on the ship, trying to claw their way in with their tiny claws, and they never get anywhere. It’s amusing to say the least. 

We think we landed close to where they give birth since every one of the bird-bats we’ve seen around here only get about as big as your hand. Elsewhere, on the mountains though, they’re as big as a lion. We’re pretty sure they drink blood as babies and then end up as cannibals since we haven’t found another living thing on this planet except for the bird-bats and a bunch of plants. At least the little shits sleep underground during the day, or I’d never get any sleep. 

Yeah, yeah. I know you hate it when I get my schedule turned around but how am I supposed to study them if they’re sleeping? 

Video Log, Relative Date 238690 

[Audio Only]  

I’m so bored my appetite has gotten horrible. I eat and eat and nothing seems to fill this void I have in my stomach. I end up eating so much I throw everything up and I’m starving. They gave me a blood transfusion today, turns out Georgie and I have the same blood type, and I felt amazing afterwards. I keep joking that I must have had bad blood. MED isn’t too worried about it, I’m healthy otherwise. They think I have some sort of deficiency in something the blood tests aren’t picking up so they’ve put me on a liquid diet, lots of iron pills, and they’re planning on doing a few more iron transfusions to see if it will help. 

Video Log, Relative Date 239450 

[Audio Only]  

Honestly, that blood transfusion helped more than anything. This liquid diet does nothing for me, so I’ve quit. Between the iron transfusions and a little bit of water, I feel okay enough to go about my week without eating at all. Isn’t that insane? My eyes are still blue, Darla. Stop asking about it, I’ll just let you know when they’re brown again. I think it’s something to do with the atmosphere…maybe the star around this planet. I’m not sure. 

Video Log, Relative Date 239650 

[Audio Only]  

People are starting to think I have space madness, Darla. But I don’t. I’m just so bored all the fucking time. I want to move around, to jump, to climb things, but the gym is closed at night. Am I the only one studying these damned bird-bat things? Why am I being punished for being a specialist? I need exercise too. I think I’m going to go running around outside tomorrow night, climb some rocks or something, I need to clear my head. I have all of this pent up energy and I can’t think straight. I’m starving. 

Video Log, Relative Date 245431 

[Audio Only]  

They caught me climbing things. George has been keeping an eye on me, saying he’s suspicious that I have space madness. Something about how sometimes I ramble on and on about things without a “clear direction” or something like that. I just do that. You remember that log I sent where I rambled on about bird-bats? Right? I just talk and talk. I like the sound of my own voice. 

Anyways, now I have to have someone with me when I leave the ship. They’re still going to let me study the bird-bats until they migrate. They’re starting to eat each other already. I’m finding little bat-bird bits and pieces everywhere, so plenty of chances to take samples. We think they migrate to find bigger prey, eat everything in the area, and then move on again until they reach the mountain to mate and start the process all over again. I’m still so confused as to why they’re the only species on this planet and how they’ve lasted so long. It’s so strange. 

Video Log, Relative Date 245652 

[Audio Only]  

Next time George sends you a log, I want you to delete it. He’s videoing me all the time, trying to find proof of me having “space madness” so he can get me in solitary. He saw me looking over the HAZMAT suits. I wanted to make sure there were no holes, Darla, I really did. Remember the hole? That suit was still there. What if someone else got in it and got nibbled on by a bat-bird? Then we’d have to go home and my paper would be null and void.

A paper. I’m obsessing over that damned paper.  

What if George is right and I do have space madness? 

…

That’s impossible. I had all of those tests run and the only change I’ve experienced is the eye color change. Maybe a little ditzyness. Poor appetite. Hell, some people get that just from being away from home too long. George is getting into my head because I’m still starving to death and all of these people keep staring into my eyes when they talk to me still. It’s disgusting. They’re disgusting. I wish they’d leave me alone. 

Video Log, Relative Date 245662

[Audio Only]  

I’m sorry I sounded so frustrated last time. I’m just tired of having people up my ass. But I have good news. George tried to tell Cap that he didn’t like how obsessed I was with the HAZMATs, the whole “space madness” thing. When the Cap asked me about it I told him to read the report I made on the suits, including where I marked the suit with the hole and made a comment that George seems pretty obsessed with the whole space madness and gets antsy around the HAZMATs. I’ll be honest with you Darla, I can’t really believe it. Cap apologized and now I’m allowed to run around on my own again. 

He threw George into solitary for harassment. George is the one getting in trouble for not reporting a hole in the suits, not me. It took a lot of talking, a lot of fenagling, but I got the job done. I won’t bore you with the details. Point is, George is in solitary and things are looking up for me for as long as we are on Planet Batman. 

I told Cap about the gym and he opened it up for me for a couple of hours a night, so I haven’t gotten in trouble for climbing for a long time. I’ve gotten pretty good, surprisingly good, it’s like my hands just…know where to go. Like my feet just glide right into place. I fucking love it. Not as much as I love you, but pretty damn close. 

Video Log, Relative Date 245700

[Audio Only]  

I’m really ready to be home. Everyone and everything is getting on my nerves. Especially George. They haven’t let him out of confinement, but I figured I’d pay him a visit just to be nice. I know it’s called solitary, but they let you talk to them through the wall since they’re not in real trouble. George and I used to be friends before all of this, you know, you remember George, so I thought I’d pay him a visit just to be nice. Yeah, because George and I were friends before all of this. Just to be nice.  

…

Oh fine. I wanted to show him a smug look, okay? 

When I got there, we of course got into an argument. Things got heated and…I have a strike on my record now. Cap said he’s just going to mark me down for bad behavior because I’ve never had a strike before. Should expire before we get back to Earth so it won’t go against our credits. I’m sorry Darla, it’s just…everyone and everything is getting on my nerves. Especially George. They haven’t let him out of confinement, but I figured I’d pay him a visit-- 

Video Log, Relative Date 245705 

[Audio Only]  

Georgie is dead. They found him this morning out behind the rocks that the ship kicked up when it landed. Seems like he fell from on the ship somehow. I have no idea how he could have gotten up there without flying, and the bird-bats are all gone, so I’m not quite sure what happened. Honestly, I have no clue. Not a single one. Not even a crumb of an idea of what happened to poor old George and his magnificent body. 

The best thing about this, Darla? I’m finished with my papers. They’re even going to let me come back here in a few rotations to follow up my work. Cap and MED are ecstatic and are calling this mission a total success. I have to say with George gone, that statement is impeccably true. 

Love you, Darla. We’ll be taking off in a few days. 

Video Log, Relative Date 245709 

[Audio Only]  

What the fuck, Darla? What the hell is wrong with you? I never got bit by one of those things. I got nibbled, NIBBLED, they never even drew blood. I never stole my medical records, I copied them. Listen, I know you’re angry at me for not sending you a video log for most of the trip, since my eyes changed color, but I can’t believe you’d rat me out like this. You’re lucky my paper was already done or I’d be considering a divorce. Hell, I’m considering one anyway. What in the world makes you think I killed George? He fell, Darla. All you have to go on is a video log you said I sent, which I didn’t, and… you know what Darla? Forget it. We can talk about it when I get home. Consider yourself lucky the Cap thinks you’re the one who has space madness.

#original fiction #original writing #original story #horror writing prompt #writing prompt reply #horror writing prompt reply #writeblr #writing #writers #writers of tumblr #writblr #writerblr #write #writing community

[mad4turtles]

hello hello! first things first, i’d like to say i love all of your fics !! your way of writing fluff is so sweet !!

i also come with a fic req (no pressure, of course) !! i’d love to see a body swap fic in your style !! but only if that’s something you’d like to write. either way, i hope you take care of yourself before anything else and have a great day !!

Ooookay, I had both a field day AND a headache from this, because it's SUCH a good prompt that I'm tempted to make a part 2, but I don't know enough about a specific disorder that's a common headcanon in the fandom to do it confidently, so, for now, this will stay as a one-shot. I hope you like it, though!

---

Leo swears someone out there is out to get them. It's the only explanation he can think of as he stares at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Donnie's deadpan face stares back at him.

They'd all woken up like this. Different rooms, different bodies and different faces staring back at them on every reflective surface. Leo won't deny that he'd screamed the loudest, lamenting the loss of his beautiful face. Donnie, stuck in Leo's body (of course, why not?), had immediately blamed Leo for reasons the (former)slider cannot fathom. Probably because it's easier than blaming himself, again, with no grounds to speak of.

It had been hilarious watching Raph try to be the big brother in Mikey's little body. It was less fun to watch Mikey nearly cry after breaking everything he touched with unchecked strength and a body three sizes bigger. 

(Makes Leo wonder just how much Raph has been holding back on them. He thinks of the Kraang and quickly decides it doesn't matter.)

What matters is Leo getting back into his own body before Donnie decides to punch himself in the face. 

Draxum had laughed for thirty minutes when they called but eventually promised to have something of an explanation and a cure by the end of the day. Splinter and April weren't much better. Casey Jr, bless him, was torn between genuine concern and exhaustion—“How many 'shenanigans' can you get up to in less than three stories?!” “Stop breaking the freakin' wall!”—which, fair enough. 

Cassandra had looked at them once and demanded that 'Orange Raph' fight her. “I want to test my might against the future Mystic Warrior! With Raphael's nature, it is sure to be a battle of the ages!”

Spoiler alert: it was not. Leo thinks they're still tangled up in Mikey's chains in the rafters. He wonders if April's gotten them down yet.

In the meantime, Leo decides to... explore? Is that the right word? It sounds gross, considering the circumstances, but that's essentially what he's doing. He's lived with Donnie all their lives, and this is the closest he's ever been (or ever really wanted to be) to his twin. Plus, he's a different species of turtle now. It's so freaking wild, and he can't help himself. He's curious.

He pokes and prods in ways his touch-sensitive brother will never usually allow on a good day—he touches his face (so square, but dude, what a wicked jawline!), his arms (Donnie's always been a little broader than Leo, stronger than he lets on), pulls at his fingers (there are burns and scars on the pads from welding and training, a tooth-mark from when Leo bit him when they were three and a few more from before Don had curbed the habit with other stims), his legs (Donnie what the hell have you done to your knees? Did the Avatar take away your bending?!) and lastly—

His hand hovers over the rim of Donnie's shell.

The soft shell has often been a no-go zone. Except for emergencies (and Leo, because it's a scientific fact that sliders ride soft-shells like a skateboard, and Donnie makes the best pillow). But otherwise, touching the shell unprompted would earn them a hiss at best, and a bite at worst. Leo's body has scars to prove it. 

But since the invasion, Donnie has been... particular about his shell. Since being ripped out of the Technodrome after being subjected to actual sensory hell (Leo will never forgive himself for putting his twin through that, whether he knew or not). He barely lets anyone near it now, not even Leo, unless he whines hard enough for a cuddle. Even then, that's only after the nightmares.

He'd promised not to mess around, fun as it would be. With Raph, he might've done—a smashing spree in some condemned building sounded goddamn cathartic—and with Mikey, he'd probably dip his toe in the overflowing pool of mystic energy in his baby brother's core, maybe learn a thing or two. 

But Donnie is different. And for the first time ever, he truly, truly, understands.

He leaves the shell alone and leaves the bathroom. He'll mess with his eyebrows instead.

~0o0~

“Nardo, I require assistance!”

Oh, thank god, something to do. Leo rolls off the beanbag, stretching until bones crack, yawing wide. Donnie had said not to mess around, but he said nothing against naps, and god did Donnie need one. “'s still so friggin' weird hearing my voice talkin' with your dead-ass tone, Dee,” he calls sleepily, lumbering towards the lab. Three hours was too long and yet not enough.

“It is about as jarring as hearing my voice using dumb slang and quoting Vines and seeing my own body wearing your skirts,” Donnie calls back, with Leo's voice, and yep, it's still freaking weird. About as weird as entering the lab to see him surrounded by tech, fingers flying and hands reaching with confidence as though he were born with it. 

Watching his body handle Donnie's machines so efficiently makes Leo's skin itch. Or maybe that's Donnie's body having a natural, visceral reaction to seeing anyone touch his shit. Which is fair, really. Leo got pissed seeing Donnie in his clothes in the mirror, ready to complain about the battle shell stretching his favourite sweater, only to remember. This whole thing sucks.

“So,” Leo drags the word out, plodding over to where Le—Donnie is sitting in the organized chaos of what looks to be another battle shell. “Whatcha need, Don-tron? Dearest twin? Brother whom I love very much and would be nothing without his incredible one-liners, his charm and wit, his beautiful—”

“Just because you're saying things with my voice doesn't make any of those statements true,” Donnie mutters, sliding the goggles off his face and climbing unsteadily to his feet. Must be disorienting since Leo is not only half a foot shorter than Don but carries a slightly heavier shell. He turns to Leo, hands fluttering at his sides—

“Shit, what did I do?” Leo yelps, hopping back a step.

“What? Nothing, nothing's wrong, why're you—?”

“Your—my—you got the flutters, my guy. Sending me a lot of mixed signals, and my—your body is telling me to react by biting, and I cannot stress enough how much I don't want that.”

“Wha—oh.” Donnie clenches his hands into fists. “I'm—I'm not angry with you, Leo, it's just—this whole situation is frustrating. I can't find an answer, Draxum hasn't shown up yet, I'm not in my own freaking body, and you—your body is so different, like, your head is clearer than mine and yet just as cluttered and messy, and I can touch and smell and eat things that I couldn't before because you're not as sensitive to it, but I also can't stand up straight without tripping over my own feet because of the differences in height and weight, and I'm constantly reaching for my battle shell only it's not there because I technically don't need it for the first time in my life and now I'm doing that—thing that you do where you ramble yourself into circles when you're upset because I'm working myself up because this is different I don't like different and oh look at that my hands are flapping am I about to take off? I do not know? I need—god, Leo, I need—”

Leo watches his eyes well up with tears, hands flapping as Donnie tries to articulate his needs. Needs he doesn't normally have in his own body because of his aversions. Donnie doesn't need touch all the time. Leo does, almost constantly, as much as Mikey does. The lack of it can drive him up the goddamn wall, which is why he always bugs his brothers, or Dad, or whoever's closest that wouldn't mind being used as a climbing frame or a pillow for a few minutes.

God, this must be hell on Donnie. Much like trying to put make-up on or wrap himself up in his favourite blanket had been actual torture for Leo. 

(Just like the thought of hugging makes Leo's—Donnie's skin crawl uncomfortably. Leo kind of wants to cry, too.)

But he swallows it down like he does every other bad thing and spreads his arms. Donnie looks up with Leo's teary eyes and stares. Leo smiles. “C'mon, big brother,” he says. He means it, but he also just wanted to hear Donnie say it.

Donnie twists his face into something half grateful and irritated and throws himself at Leo, squeezing tight enough to hurt even with Donnie's battle shell. Leo feels a shudder run through him—no no no no no get off get off get off nope nope nope do not TOUCH me—and forces his arms to wrap around Donnie's shoulders, squeezing back. 

Donnie sighs, breath hitching. “Oh my god,” he says, “I have never, in my life, needed this much physical contact. Oh my god. I think I actually get you, Nardo. And Mikey, too, I guess. All this because I needed a hug. Jeezy heckin' creezy, how do you live like this?”

Leo swallows hard. “Same way you live like everything burns when you don't want anyone touching you,” he says. There's a lump in his throat, suddenly, when it hits him. “... yet you do it anyway.”

Donnie nuzzles Leo's shoulder, seeking warmth and attention the way Leo has always done—needed to—and sending more sparks through Leo's—Donnie's—system. “... well, yeah,” he says. “I knew how bad it could get for you, but... I guess I never got how bad it could feel. And besides, you guys are usually great telling when I'm open for a cuddle or when I will literally kill you on sight if you touch me, so... wait, are you—?”

“I am on freaking fire, Donnie—”

“Oh my freaking god, let go then, you idiot, that is my body's way of telling me I'm about to have a meltdown—!” 

“But you need—need a hug—”

“Then I'll go to Raph or Mikey—whichever isn't still hanging from the ceiling, just let go! You are literally seconds from crashing, come on, I'll give you my special stuff from my special closet. Christ on a bike, Leon, you're as stressed as I am, a nap won't fix it, and an unwanted hug certainly won't—”

“Don, 's too loud—!”

“Shit, shit, sorry—here, put on my headphones and take the fluffy duck. This looks like it's gonna be a bad one, so get your—my ass in the closet. Get my whole ass in there, yep, good boy, get all nice and cosy, wow you ramble a lot when you're stressed out—”

“Hisssss—“

“Holy shit that's actually scary from a different perspective, I'll shut up now. You know the drill; I'll come to check on you after an hour. I'll grab the others for a turtle pile afterwards, I'm usually in the mood for that after a bad one, but—yeah, I'll go now, love you, don't bite or hit yourself, I'm gonna go glomp Mikey in Raph's body for a spine-breaking hug.”

Donnie shuts the closet door, and the darkness, surrounded by all of Donnie's 'special sensory things', is an instant relief.

Screw the T.V. tropes, Leo thinks as he breathes through fat tears and hiccuping sobs, rocking back and forth and squeezing the fluffy duck plush to quell the urge to hit himself. Body swaps suck. 

---

Reblogs are appreciated :3

Feel free to send me more prompts! <3

#rottmnt fic #rottmnt #disaster twins #request #tw sensory overload #tw meltdown #tcest dni #i swear to god this fic is NOT for you #this was so interesting to do and makes me wonder what i would feel like as someone with adhd tendencies #to suddenly find myself in a neurotypical body??? #that would be wild holy crap #but in the twins case oooooof

[creatorofuniverses]

Gt July Day 3 – Impulsive

Of course I had to go with Sawyer for this one. I decided to do something in the Size Swap AU, though, because human Sawyer at a viri size is definitely pretty impulsive! It’s going to get him in trouble one of these days.

___________________________

The door to Sawyer’s apartment closed, the sound still louder than it should have been, and Sawyer and Charlie shared a glance.

They were seated on Sawyer’s couch together. This wasn’t the unusual part. The unusual part was that they were both viri-sized at the moment, and because of this everything seemed new and strange. The sofa, usually just big enough for both of them and maybe a third, now seemed like it could fit an entire family reunion on it. The weave of the cloth alone, usually unnoticeable, was a physical pattern they could feel beneath them. The rest of Sawyer’s living room loomed like it never had. All because the two of them were the wrong size.

They weren’t the only ones, of course. Adrian and Colfax were now human-sized; hence why they had been the ones to walk out the door to go get groceries. Somebody had to, and Sawyer and Charlie certainly weren’t up to the task at the moment.

Not that Sawyer was nearly as nervous about that as Charlie was. “It’ll be fine,” Sawyer told him, patting his friend on the back even as Charlie stared at the door, his fingers nervously twining together. “They’ll do great. Especially with all those instructions you gave them.”

“Goodness, I hope so,” Charlie muttered. “Because if they don’t manage to find their way back, we’re all in trouble.” After all, Charlie and Sawyer may have known their viri friends for quite some time, but that didn’t mean they were prepared to suddenly live like viri did.

“Nah.” Sawyer waved a hand, dismissing Charlie’s worries. “They’ll come back. Colfax made it halfway across town at his regular size before, I’m sure he’ll manage this. And we’ll manage too!” Charlie gave him a skeptical look but Sawyer just returned it with a crooked smile. “It’s not impossible to live at this size. Adrian and Colfax have been doing it their whole entire lives.”

Charlie scoffed. “My point exactly.” He, for one, hadn’t grown up climbing ropes and support beams. The way things stood, he wasn’t sure he could climb anything taller than a thick novel. “We are a great deal more dependent on them right now than they were on us back when things were normal. We can’t even get off the couch on our own.”

Sawyer lit up, which was not, in fact, the reaction Charlie wanted to that statement. “Oh, we totally could!” he eagerly disagreed. “It’s easy, you just grip your hands into the weave of the fabric and climb down. Colfax has done it before.”

“I don’t think you can say it’s easy just because Colfax has done it,” Charlie retorted, though he was beginning to take on a nervous edge. His shoulders rose even as Sawyer stood and walked over to the edge of the couch cushion, which at the moment might as well be a modest cliff side. “And that does not mean you should try!”

Sawyer just turned and gave him a grin. “It’ll be fine!” With that, he slid himself over the edge, until all Charlie saw were his hands holding onto the top of the cushion.

Charlie made a small noise of alarm and scrambled to his feet, hurrying until he got within a few inches (which now seemed like a few feet) from the edge. He sank to his knees and shuffled over, watching with concern as Sawyer’s hands disappeared and then peering over the edge at his friend. Sawyer was clinging to the sheer face of the front of the couch cushion, figuring out how best to grip the fabric, and Charlie’s face pinched with nerves. “Sawyer!” he all but squeaked. “This is dangerous, what if you fall?”

“It’s fine,” Sawyer repeated. He didn’t even look up, much more focused on finding some kind of foothold where the cushion met the edge of the couch. His arms were straining a bit, but nothing he couldn’t handle. All of his time with the extreme sports club was really paying off, though he’d never imagined he would be climbing his own couch. “This is just like climbing one of the shorter buildings on campus.”

Charlie frowned. “That’s dangerous too,” he said, a point he’d argued many times before, “and this is absolutely nothing like climbing a building. Sawyer, if you fall, I can’t come get you, and the viri won’t be back for a while, and we couldn’t even call an ambulance or anything if you really hurt yourself-”

“Charlie, breathe.” Charlie huffed, but Sawyer didn’t give him time to renew his panicked spiral. “I’ll be fine. This is fun! I’ve wanted to try to do stuff like the viri for forever.”

Charlie couldn’t help a small smile, knowing that was true, though it didn’t ease his nerves one bit. “Yes, because you’re as impulsive and reckless as they come.”

Sawyer just grinned. “You love me,” he teased.

“No comment,” Charlie replied. “Get down safely, and we’ll see.” Sawyer laughed even as he moved down another couple of inches. Charlie watched, gripping the edge of the cushion with white knuckles, while Sawyer made his way down to the floor. The moment Sawyer’s feet sank into the carpet (which came up to about his ankles), Charlie breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“See?” Sawyer called up, craning his neck back to grin up at Charlie. “We can manage!”

Charlie just shook his head. “Never do that again!” he called back down. “And don’t you dare climb back up here until Colfax gets back.”

“No promises!”

#gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #my writing #trust

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

It feels like DbD's devs are sacrificing Survivors' gameplay experience for the sake of trying to force Killers into learning how to actually play the game in unique ways instead of putting the same 4 Perks on every Killer they use.

But it isn't working. They keep getting handed everything on a silver platter and they still do the same shit. They still face camp, just conveniently right out of range. They still 3-Gen regardless of all the ways in which it's 'supposed' to be harder. They still tunnel a single person and then bitch like little babies about being Gen-Rushed when they refused to try and slow the match down despite being given ample opportunity.

The devs made Generators take 10 more seconds to complete. So now it's 90 seconds per Generator. Almost a minute more of work, and because of map size, Gen spread, RNG, and solo queue, it'll take a lot longer than that to get them done. This isn't even factoring in how there is a Killer trying to stop you.

They now added an additional regression mechanic to Gens that make it so if a Killer is the cause of regression greater than 2.5%, Survivors have to repair 5% of the Gen before the regression actually stops and they can progress the Gen. No more tapping to stop regression.

Flashlights were nerfed for the name of 'epilepsy' but the devs have done NOTHING about how other blinding items cause the same problems, and how many places on the maps have repetitive flashing lights that also bother people with light-sensitivity and epilepsy. And it's been ages since this change, and they still haven't made an effort to show the epileptic community that they actually gaf. Killers just whined about flashlights clicking too much and so they got nerfed. I don't even use flashlights cuz I could never got a hang of the timing or the controller being hard to use for them!

Don't forget Iron Will! It's not fair that Survivors were 100% quiet when they were Injured. We need to nerf that and rework it over and over to the point where it's basically useless now. As in, the sound of the pained cries does not actually change, at least on the Survivor's end.

The Clown's fucking gas is still impossible to deal with, when people have already made Mods that handle it better. Went on a whole self-righteous rant about helping disabled players and then did not in fact, do anything useful.

When a Survivor is downed within your radius when you're on the Hook, the camping timer stops moving. Killers are actually downing people nearby and dropping them in front of the Hook so they can still camp without issue. Cuz if another Survivor is too close, then it doesn't matter how close the Killer is, the timer will not move. They will camp you to death even with the chance of the other survivor wiggling free if they try to Hook them afterward. Hell, they even bait out other Survivors to get kills that way.

If you manage to get the anti-camp timer filled while on your 2nd Hook Stage, there is a high chance that taking a moment to swap from Struggling to unHooking, will actually just let the Entity kill you from missing the Struggle Skillcheck before you can get the unHook bar to fill all the way. Because for some reason it NEEDS to take 4 seconds?

They lowered the length of time that Killers are stunned by DS so that they can hopefully catch up with Survivors faster.

They lowered the speed in which Toolbox charges can be used on Gens.

Knight, Skull Merchant, Victor, Wraith, Ghost Face, Michael, Pig, and anyone using Insidious, and anyone who has the no terror radius thing built into their kit or add-ons, can also camp right up in your face and the timer never goes down at all.

Knight, Skull Merchant, and Twins all have something they can deploy that allows them to not only face camp you without affecting the timer, but they can still get Devour Hope stacks by doing it. Something left by the Hook that can Injure Survivors who come to help, still not being part of the anti-camp BS they claimed to care about, is really telling.

There are so many more things they have done to make Killer easier than ever before, while at the same time removing/nerfing everything interesting Survivors can do to make the gameplay exciting. It's getting so tired.

I mentioned my stats across 25 matches recently. 3 of those being with Me as the Killer without the meta Perks. Killers used 47of the 115 Perks available, Survivors used 90 of the 134 Perks available. And the top 4 Perks Killers used were the current meta.

This exact same build was used on 7 different Killers. Wesker, Huntress, Chucky, Sadako, Twins, Michael, and Trapper. All of them got 3Ks before all Gens were done, and the lone Escapee, me, only Escaped cuz the Hatch spawned near me each time.

Top Survivor Perks were Windows, Deja Vu, and Bond btw.

All remaining Killers outside me(who used a build on Michael to specifically sneak up on Survivors before they notice) had at least 2 of the current top 4 choice Perks for Killers along with other Gen-regression Perks.

This is how it is. Instead of fixing Killers with kits and add-ons that need work, they just take something from Survivors over and over to make things 'fair'. But they aren't fair, and they just suck the life out of the game.

EDIT: It's been a few days since I started writing this. We can add on 4 more Killers using the meta build rn. 1 Freddy, 1 Knight, 1 Skull Merchant, and 1 Xenomorph. It's a build that works on basically every type of Killer DbD has to offer, so of course people refuse to do anything different.

People are actually relieved to face a scratched mirror Meyers and a body block Hag for once.

#dead by daylight #dbd

[violet-kink-rambles]

Pt 1 | Working Late Too Often

Femme Feeder x Gender Neutral Feedee Themes: Workplace Setting, Weight Gain, Bribery, Intox, Stuffing, Public Stuffing, Soft Feedism, and the occasional Hard Feedism

Word Count: 4714

This is a slow burn story! I have no idea how many parts will be in this, but it will speed up over time. This part is just getting everything set up and some solo stuffing in the second half. No promises on when the next part is out, this was done over a few days but I've been in the mood to write lately so yeah :) Last thing before we start, nothing in this story is relevant to my real life except the starting dimensions and that I work in coding and graphic design. Use whatever names you want, you're the one reading it!

So I had just graduated college recently, it took 4 years of my life and more money than I wish to mention. But one of the things they forget to mention about computer science is just how long you’ll be sitting down every day. From 6 hours of classes to another 4 hours minimum at home to get your projects done you’re spending the majority of those 4 years sitting in front of a screen. Some might shy away from comp sci because of that alone… but that was one of the appeals for me. You see, I’m a bit of a fatty. I’ve never been super in shape, I’ve been on the thiccer side for as long as I can remember. But college reallllyyy made me blow up a bit, I went from a modest 6’3” and 225 to around 310 in only a few years! Sure I noticed it creeping up on me but to be honest… I kinda like it! I've just been eating what I want and waiting to see what happens.

My friends and family on the other hand have been on my ass about the gym and have kept offering me diet advice for the last couple of years now. Lately, it seems like the pressure has dropped off and they are finally accepting that this is just what I am now. Thank fuck for that, they just don’t get how hard it is to work out when you have to sit down for the majority of the day. After struggling to find a job for the first few months after graduation I finally got an interview at a mid-size startup! The pay isn’t great but the office offers decent benefits and they also offer meals at the office. Sure that can be kinda toxic since it encourages you to stay late but hey I’ll take what I can get. On the morning of the interview I was getting dressed to head out when I realized that I don’t have a proper fitting outfit, my shirt is taut against my torso and it was a bit uncomfy around the arms. And the pants… the fucking pants. I felt almost like a sausage casing, I was able to cover everything but there was no way I was gonna be able to hide how fat I am. Begrudgingly I picked up my bag and left the house, swearing to stop at a store to get a new wardrobe after the interview.

On the drive over I couldn’t help but feel hungry. If you know anything about America(especially Texas) then you know that you can't drive more than a block or 2 in town without seeing some restaurant or fast food place. As well as the pinnacle of fast food, the greatest to ever do it. Speckled all across the state like a fuck ton of salt on a table you can get food from the tastiest, most consistent, and most bang for your buck place of all. Whataburger, the bane of every fatass in Texas. It's hard not to stop there when the burgers are as big as your head, swapping fries for onion rings at no extra cost, and the drink sizes being pushed down one size. A medium is 32oz, and the large at a whopping 44oz, while a 2 liter of soda is 67oz. For $10-13 a fatty can be full with some great southern comfort food. I really wanted to stop but if I did then my outfit would be even worse! Deciding against it and just going hungry, I pull into the office parking lot about 10 minutes later and try and hype myself up.

“Ok V, you got this shit, light fucking work! You’ve done more leetcode over the last year than you thought you would in a fucking lifetime! You’ve got your degree, and you’ve done everything you can. If they don’t wanna hire you then it’s their loss!” I got out of the car and sauntered over to the building brimming with confidence despite my tight outfit. When I got inside and up to the 4th floor where the office was I saw this cute receptionist, your stereotypical brunette woman with a little bit of extra meat on her bones. She was on a call so I just waited for her to finish. A glance around the room gave me some high hopes about the environment I might be working in. On the wall a big mural of what appears to be a shaman meditating atop a hill, the grass closest to him overgrown compared to the rest and speckled with flowers. It just calmed me down a lot because it made me feel like personal growth is important here. But then all of a sudden the woman behind the counter greeted me.

R - Receptionist R- “Hey! What can I do for you today?” Me- “ Hey! I’m just here for the 2pm interview for the programming position you guys had listed” R- “Ah gotcha! You’re a little early but she should be ready for you, just head down the hall and knock on the 6th door to your right” Me- “Thanks! Hopefully, we will be working together soon :)” Walking down the hallway I’m really liking the aesthetic of this place, some off-white walls with an almost rosy black trim. You can just tell there’s been a lot of money put into this place from all the furnishings. Off to the left, I see a large open room through the glass wall, a lot of spacious cubicles, and what I can only describe as “groovy” corporate artwork on the walls. It’s an open-concept office, with not a lot of closed off areas except the personal offices to my right. After getting to the 6th door I take a deep breath and knock, before hearing a sweet sounding voice call out “Come in!” Opening the door I see a beautiful office, a bunch of personal items, books, and a MacBook with stickers on the back on her desk. But the real knockout is the woman in front of me. A powerful looking woman with ginger hair to right above her shoulders, her body tight and built, dressed in a rose/peach pantsuit looking like it had just been steamed and ironed that morning. She’s extremely well put together, while I on the other hand am stuffed into an outfit that probably stopped fitting well a few months ago. I only took a glance at her before she greeted me, and I reminded myself I'm in interview mode. Gotta nail this and land the job.

Int- Interviewer Int- “Hey you’re the 2 o’clock right? Have a seat :)” Me- “Yep that’s me! Hope you’re doing well today :) I have a booklet I brought with me that has all my certifications if you’d like to look through it” Int- “Sounds good! My name is Kirsty, it’s nice to meet you :) What’s your name?” Me- “Ah sorry that was rude of me, my name is Violet :)” Kirsty- “Haha don’t worry about it, this field is full of introverts so I’m used to it” I set it on her desk and sit down, hearing the chair groan ever so slightly my face flushes red. Fuck I hope she didn’t hear that. She glanced through the booklet and asked me a bunch of the typical interview questions, then the technical part of the interview came along and instead of taking the full 45 minutes I was provided I finished the coding problem in about 20.

Me- “Ok, I believe I have it right. I’ve accounted for all exceptions and the code is running smoothly. No hiccups.” Kirsty- “Well that was fast! Let me see”

She takes the laptop and looks at the code for a few minutes while asking some more questions. I keep noticing though that it doesn't really look like she’s looking at the screen. It seems like she's looking just to the side of it, her desk is pretty big so maybe I'm wrong? Not really sure

Kirsty- “This is some concise and.. tight code, some good notation and comments, you meet what we’re looking for and from talking with you I think we can work well together” Me- “Wait really? So I have the job??” Kirsty- “If you want it, it's yours :) We just have some paperwork to do and you can start the monday after next ” Me- “I- I’d love to accept this job, I’m just surprised since I've heard so many horror stories in college about people having to do like 30 interviews to land a job even when they met all the requirements” Kirsty- “Well you aced the technical portion, you have all the certificates required and then some, and you’ve been a pleasure to talk to. You’re not too shabby Violet :)” Me- “Th- Thankyou :) I don’t know what else to say”

After that I read through and signed the paperwork then left Kirsty’s office, she told the receptionist to give me a tour of the office so I can see where everything is. While taking the tour I learned the receptionist’s name is Heather and she led me through the office introduced me to a few people I'll be working with, and showed me where everything is.

Heather- “You know.. I’m a bit surprised, we’ve been trying to fill that position for months. To be honest I had seen your resume this morning and write you off immediately, straight out of college and you landed this. I don’t know what you did there but you obviously did something right.” Me- “Wait really? All I did was get the technical part done quick and show her my certificates” Heather- “Everyone does that, she gives you 45 minutes but it should take only 30 at most” Me- “Oh.. I guess she just must’ve liked my energy then, either way, I got the job so the specific reason doesn’t matter to me.” Heather- “Yeah well… oh well you’re right. You got the job so who am I to question Kirsty. Are there any more questions you have about the office?” Me- “Just one, I heard there was a no limit kitchen here. Like you guys provide meals and stove tops, is there actually no limit to using those amenities?” Heather- “As long as you hit your deadlines you can even watch Netflix at your desk, we only care about results here… We’ll if that’s all you got for me then I’m gonna head back to my desk” Me- “Can't think of anything else, thanks for the tour :) See you in 2 weeks!”

And with that I left the office, I don’t think it had hit me at that point that I got hired. It felt so surreal! But when I got back to my car… I saw my reflection in the driver's side window. my fucking belly was hanging out the bottom of my shirt ever so slightly, bunching around my midsection in a way that made my belly button outline really noticeable. Me- “Are you FUCKING kidding me??? God dammit V. This better have just happened. I swear to god if I just did an interview and an office tour in front of everyone like this I’m going to toaster water myself.”

After getting in my car and driving off I hear my stomach growl. I know I shouldn’t eat after what just happened but at this point I’m starving. I pulled out my phone and opened the Wingstop app, like 6 months into college we were hosting parties and sporting events at our apartment. Wingstop is perfect for that, everyone pitches in and you can get so many wings it's unreal. I racked up so many reward points that it's become a staple in my diet. After looking at the menu I order my usual, just a 10pc with fries, and a drink. “You know, this is a time to celebrate.. I'm gonna have to buy new clothes anyways.. fuck it” And that's when I see it, the deal of a lifetime. $17 for 20 wings, 2 large fries, and 4 sauces. That could last me for a while, I considered swapping it with what's in my cart but.. What if I didn't? Would it really be that bad? I've got 2 weeks anyways.. And besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat it all tonight.

After adding it to my cart and getting the delivery started I headed home. 45 minute wait, I cleared out my fridge last night, I just haven't gotten to the store lately so the rations are low. Still stoked about the job but my hunger is giving me tunnel vision at this point, and that's when I see it. That beautiful orange and white building, it's weird almost tent-like shape off in the distance, Whataburger. As I get closer to it I'm fighting in my head, “Yo Wingstop is gonna take forever, fuck it why not?” while the other side of me is trying to be reasonable since I just ordered like 30 wings and 2 large fries. Needless to say, I ended up pulling in, I've just been eating more recently and It's not as if this will affect me too much at this point. I pull into the drive-through and get a patty melt meal, it's one of their smaller sandwiches but that doesn't mean anything when compared to another fast food chain. It's 2 big patties probably a ¼ pound each with cheese served on Texas toast. I also got my drink and onion rings as well with my order. After going through the drive-through and paying I couldn't help myself and had to eat some onion rings on the way home. Sipping on a massive dr pepper as I do so. Once I got home I hurried up the stairs, still having about 25 minutes until the Wingstop should get here.

As soon as I get inside my apartment I turn on the TV and open Netflix on my phone. After finding a show to watch I screencast it over and get to work on the food. The patty melted steaming hot and so greasy on the first bite that I just knew it'll sit heavy in my belly. I had finished the onion rings in the car and was a little disappointed, but decided to just get the large onion rings next time. The Whataburger is on the way home from the office so I can only imagine I'll become a regular there. It's not an exaggeration to say that one meal from there can feed you for a whole day. For a normal sized person that happens more than you'd think. Within 10 minutes I was already starting to sip my drink dry, I just couldn't stop eating… but I'm still hungry. I just sorta went on autopilot and munched away. Realizing I still had about 15 minutes until the wing stop arrived I got out my rolling tray and rolled up a joint. It's sort of becoming a habit lately but what can I say, it makes the world a bit less gray and also makes food taste soooo much better. I grab my dr pepper and head outside a couple of minutes later after it's rolled.

Walking out onto my dingy little balcony that's actually just a window you fold up and can take only one step onto I look over the city around me. Will I still be here in a year? Will I move into a better place? Will I get some stupidly big promotion and move into a high rise? Or something in between… While I'm out there I look back on what's happened today. I got a job! Like a real adulting job! I'm nervous, anxious, and excited, but ready. It seems like a great environment with great people, I just gotta do what I can to prove I belong there. After going through almost all of the joints I get a notification that the Wingstop is here. I run on over to the door quickly to make sure my neighbors don't take it. Let's just say my apartment complex isn't exactly a place for blue collar workers. Hell, my dealer lives 1 building over and he's got a decent amount of competition here. I take the Wingstop inside and set it on the counter. I knew that I'd have some of it later when the munchies kicked in but for now I was gonna finish that joint. Out on the balcony again I just realize that everything is gonna work out, everything is fine and I finally have the chance to prove myself!

After finishing the joint and closing the window I head on over to the bathroom to clean up a bit and get these clothes off of me. I hadn't thought about it but my clothes were a LOT tighter now than this morning, my figure in the mirror catching my eye and forcing me to pay attention to it. I didn't want to admit it but this was another sign that I needed to just accept it. For whatever reason… I like being fat.. i really like it.. I've tried to understand it for a while now and I've tried going to the gym, anything I could do to be normal. Most people aren't like this. But whatever the reason, I just need to accept it. I start fondling my belly, pinching it, grabbing the bottom roll, and then lifting it and dropping it. It just moves so.. gracefully. So unlike anything else I've seen. I took off my outfit and the speed at which my shirt buttons separated was almost scary. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the situation fluster me even more. My belly falls an inch or 2 lower and jiggles back and forth, the recoil drawing me in for a short couple of seconds. Undoing the pants wasn't any better. The moment I undid the button my fupa sprung forward, immediately filling the space where my zipper once was. After stripping down to my underwear I got unbelievably horny, the sight of my body sent me into heat and made me hungry as well. The thought of being even fatter floods my mind and makes me salivate. Instinctively I begin to caress and jiggle my belly, the soft dough-like mass giving way to my hands at the slightest push.

I snap out of it after another 20 seconds and remember the Wingstop, it hadn't been long at all since I chowed down on the Whataburger but at this point, I didn't care. My lust and yearning for hedonism were in full force tonight and I wasn't about to deny myself this feeling.

I hurry over to my desk in the living room and open one of the drawers in my sectional. I've been saving some weed gummies for a rainy day, to be honest, I didn't expect to use them for something like this. I just know that if I eat one or 2 of them then my appetite will be insatiable. I'll just be able to keep going and going. As I pop one of them into my mouth I can't help but be happy that I got an extra Wingstop, this is a day to celebrate and I might as well go hard with it. If I'm gonna do it then I'm gonna do it right. I start digging into the bag and pull out all the boxes of food. Laying it out on the table I see that I have a bit of a challenge ahead of me. 30 wings, 2 large fries, and a bunch of different sauces. I then open up my fridge and refill my dr pepper from Whataburger.

I already know that I'm gonna have a food coma by the end of this. No matter how long it takes, I am going to eat everything in sight. I have already resolved myself to that and there was no way my horny brain was gonna go back on that. After getting a plate and stacking it tall with about half of the food I turn my show back on. Carrying everything over to the couch the weight of all the food is intoxicating. Just knowing that I'm about to put multiple pounds of food into my belly and bloat myself up with what's basically just pure sugar is making me so filled with lust that the moment I sit down I dig in immediately. The speed at which I'm eating would make you think I hadn't eaten in days. As I'm eating I can feel all of the food slipping down my greedy maw, coated in so much sauce that it slides down with ease. If someone saw me like this they would probably be aghast, horrified at the spectacle of pure greed and gluttony before them. But I just kept going, I haven't paid attention to my show for at least a few minutes. I just kept going with reckless abandon, I didn't care about the consequences, I didn't care about how full I was starting to feel, all I cared about was getting the next bite of food down. My stomach becomes redder and redder, eventually, I feel the pain kick in, only a few chicken wings left and about half a large fry… And I still felt determined to eat more, I had already eaten enough for many people but I just couldn't stop thinking about finishing my plate.

After rubbing my belly for a few minutes I get back to work on the plate, I’m eating slow and just sipping on my soda at this point. The pain and pleasure mixed together to send me into a euphoric daze. As I get to the last bite I’m feeling more pain than pleasure, it feels like my skin is stretching and tearing. When I swallowed the last remaining wing slathered in honey mustard I moaned loud and hard. The pressure inside my overfed gut is immense, but I know that I have something left, the soda. About a third of my drink is left and I’m sluggish, while slowly sipping the remaining liquid it feels like my belly is getting more solid. My hand grazes over it and makes me wince in pain when I press down just a little too hard. The images of Roman royalty grazing on food being brought to them by servants cross my mind, the thought of their lives and how great it would be to have someone feeding me overwhelms me. I drain the remaining soda and set the empty cup down, it falls over onto its side as I had just let my arm fall away from me. My whole body feels heavy and tight. It feels like one wrong move could tear me open. But it felt like pure bliss, like nothing in the world really mattered except for this right here.

Over the next couple of hours, I top myself up with wing stop and soda until I notice what time it is. It’s almost midnight and there are only a few wings left, so I open the sauce containers and get to work. The prospect of all the excess calories running through me is winning and I'm not stopping now. I’ve been stuck in this gluttony driven daze ever since I got back to my apartment, whatever came over me has complete control at this point.

“oook.. ughh alright, I gotta hic lay down” Through all my little groaning and moaning I pick up the to-go box and lay down with it. Propping it atop my belly and preparing myself to finish it off. Through slow and labored bites it all ends up going right past my greedy little lips and down my throat. Even my soda was almost empty now, the sugar high mixed with the meat sweats surely about to send me into a food coma. As I got to the last wing I could barely taste it, the pain in my belly was so prominent that I could barely hear the show on my TV. But as the final wing passed down my throat I had an awakening in me. Pure hedonistic bliss erupted from my body, the dopamine centers in my brain working overtime. I was already subtly rubbing my belly trying to relieve some pressure but now I couldn't help but shake it. Each motion up and down gave me instant gratification, it was as if my serotonin was on a faucet and I could just get more whenever I wanted. Every breath made my body feel tighter and tighter as I kept fondling this surprisingly hard softness.

“Oooh.. god damn. if I knew.. overeating could do this to me… ughh,, I'd have done it a long time ago” I'm not sure how much time had passed at that point, but I didn't care. Focusing on anything else just seemed like a waste of time and I wasn't sure how long this pleasure was gonna last. I kept fondling my body for a while and eventually remembered I had just a little bit of dr pepper left. It already felt like my belly was going to rip open at any moment, but about 10 cautious sips later it was all gone… I couldn't believe how much food I ate. Sure I had gone to the bathroom a couple of times since the interview and freed up some space, but still.. A patty melt, onion rings, 30 wings, a fuck ton of fries, and more soda than I wish to remember. It was dark out by this point so this had to have taken almost 6 hours. Taking a glance around the room I spot my rolling tray on the table. There was no way I could roll a joint right now because of how sluggish I am but thankfully I have my pipe. I tried to scoot back a bit to prop myself up more but every movement was making the pressure in my stomach higher and causing me to almost pass out! Deciding against trying to move out of my fresh couch divot I swing my hand over to the table and get ahold of my pipe, extremely proud of my stoner etiquette. If you don't know, if you don't have to hide your weed it's good to leave a fresh bowl of weed after you smoke. Saves you time and you'll still know if someone smoked your shit since it's a fresh bowl.

That's beside the point though, after bringing the pipe to my lips I realize how hard it's gonna be to get a proper hit. My breathing was already very labored and short by now, but I had already gotten this far and it wasn't as if I had any plans that night. Even if I did… they'd be canceled, for one there's no way I could go, and two this feels wayyy too good. The first hit made me cough hard, I could just barely hit the bowl. Take as deep of an exhale as I could muster, I then hit the bowl again. Over the next couple of seconds, I could feel all the food packed into my belly pushing back against my lungs. With a quick exhale and setting the pipe back down I was sure I would cough but I didn't. All I felt was my brain swelling with thc, instinctively I began to massage my belly and began just thinking to myself. groaning “It'd be great to do this more often.. I don't see why not?? The job pays well enough to afford the food! And besides… if it makes me feel this good then it's more of an investment than anything else right? It's not like it'll be a daily thing so I'm not gonna THAT fat right? I'm pretty big already but if I just do some cardio on the days I don't eat like this maybe I can stay this size?”

Not too long after some more caressing of my swollen belly I drifted off to sleep.

#violet stories #intox feedee #weight gain #glorifying obesity #again no promises on when the next is out

[keerysquinn]

Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham || 1.5k

“So you promise you know how to make snickerdoodles?” Steve asked. “Actual snickerdoodles that taste just as good if not better than the ones from the grocery store bakery?”

“When I said that I knew the best snickerdoodle recipe, I meant that I knew the best snickerdoodle recipe,” Chrissy replied. “These will blow your store bought cookies away. Mrs. Henderson’s going to love them.”

Chrissy and Steve had been hanging out together more often now that they’d rekindled their childhood friendship, and she and Jason had broken up. They’d fallen back into their easy routine of teasing, shared secrets, and weekend hangouts, so when Steve had mentioned that Dustin’s mom had invited him to participate in her annual Christmas cookie swap, she offered to help him bake a batch when she realized he intended on getting store bought ones. Chrissy might not have been encouraged to eat many sweets as a child, but her grandmother had raised her to believe that there was nothing better than a homemade batch of cookies no matter what kind you were making.

Since his parents were out of town for the foreseeable future, Chrissy had invited herself over to help bake the cookies. His parents’ kitchen was much nicer than her own, and they’d be able to work uninterrupted unlike at her house.

“They’ll mean more to her if you can honestly tell her that you helped make them,” she’d told him. “Baking is a labor of love, so this is truly a gift from the heart.”

When she came over that afternoon, she’d pulled her grandmother’s old recipe box out of her bag and flipped through the dozens of handwritten recipe cards until she found the right one. As she did this, she thought about how she should spend a day just organizing the box. She was sure that they were actually organized at one point in time, since the box contained divider tabs for side dishes, desserts, and several other categories, but her grandmother had never been the most organized woman, so she just stuck the recipes back into the box wherever she felt like after she was done with them.

She handed the card to Steve and instructed him to read off the ingredients to her as she floated around the kitchen grabbing everything they’d need from the fridge and various cabinets. She knew his home well enough by now to know where everything was kept, and she’d been smart enough to call him and tell him what ingredients he’d need the day before. Once she’d gathered everything, she hoisted herself up to sit on the edge of the counter next to the stand mixer and turned to him.

“Start baking,” she told him.

“You mean you’re not going to do anything to help?” he asked.

“Consider me a mostly hands off teacher. You’ve gotta do it on your own. Besides, the mixing and measuring part isn’t that hard. I’ll help out if you get stuck, and I promise I’ll show you my technique for actually forming the cookies when you get to that step.”

And Chrissy stayed true to her word. She handed Steve measuring spoons when he needed them, and she kept him from making any unfixable mistakes, but she let him do all of the actual work. Once the dough was finished, she slid off the counter and stood next to him.

“Now, are you ready to learn how to make sure all of your cookies are uniform in size, so they’ll look all fancy and store bought?”

Steve nodded. “I’m ready to learn all of the master’s secrets.”

Chrissy stifled a laugh. “I’m no master,” she told him. “I’ve just had a lot more practice than you.”

“Considering the fact that this is the first time I’ve ever made a batch of cookies myself, you could definitely say that.”

Chrissy opened her bag again and pulled out a large melon baller.

“This is my greatest tool when it comes to baking. I don’t think it’s ever actually been used as a melon baller. It exists only to make uniformly sized cookie balls.”

She plunged the utensil into the batter and pulled out a small scoop which she then dropped into her palm and rolled into a neat little ball. She set that ball on the cookie tray and repeated the process a few more times before handing the tool to Steve.

“Your turn.”

While Steve started making the rest of the dough balls, Chrissy went about mixing together the cinnamon sugar mixture for the cookie coating. And when the cookie dough bowl was empty, she showed him how to make sure that the whole cookie had a perfect coating before placing it back on the cookie sheet. Once again, she demonstrated only a couple of times before stepping aside to let him do the rest. Soon, all of the cookies were done, and they had all of the baking sheets in the oven.

Chrissy hoisted herself back up onto the counter, and Steve moved to sit with her.

“Where did you learn to do all this stuff?” he asked her. “I can barely make boxed mac’n’cheese without setting the kitchen on fire, and you could practically run a bakery from your kitchen.”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “My nana always said it was in my DNA. She was always in the kitchen when I was growing up, and she taught me everything that she knew. That recipe box is my legacy as a Cunningham woman as ridiculous as that sounds. Most of the recipes were my great grandmother’s, and my nana hand wrote them all as she learned them. She claimed to have the entire box memorized and said I’d do the same one day . . . I’m rambling.”

“You’re not. And it’s fine. I like hearing you talk.”

“You do?”

Instead of answering her, Steve looked Chrissy in the eye and moved to run his thumb across her cheek. When he pulled his hand away, there was a small glob of cookie dough on his finger. She could feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment at the fact that she hadn’t known that was there. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and ate the dough which only made her embarrassment intensify.

“Delicious,” he said with a knowing smirk.

Before she could respond, the oven timer went off. She hopped off the counter and grabbed her oven mitts to remove the cookie sheets from the oven. As soon as she had set them on the counter, Steve tried to grab one, but she swatted his hand away with a spatula.

“You have to let them cool first,” she said as she started transferring the cookies onto her cooling racks. “You’ll get to try them when we’re packing them up for the party.”

“You really can’t let me have one now?”

“If I remember correctly, when your nanny would babysit us, she could barely take the cookies out of the oven before you’d eaten half of them.”

“And who do you think was eating the other half?” he asked with another knowing smirk.

“That’s irrelevant. I learned self-control.”

Steve feigned offense and hopped off the counter.

“I’ll have you know that I have loads of self-control,” he said as he moved to stand next to her.

“Oh yeah, since when?” She turned to face him and realized just how close he was to her for the first time. There were barely two inches between them, and she had to look up a bit more than usual to meet his eye. He was only about eight inches taller than she was, but it seemed like so much more when they were this close together.

“Since always.” He had one hand on each side of her resting on the counter behind her and effectively trapping her against it. Things had been getting more flirtatious between them lately, but this was bringing their playful banter to an entirely new level that it had never reached before. It would have been so easy for her to just reach up and kiss him if she wanted to, and she definitely wanted to. Not a kiss on the cheek like she’d done many times throughout their childhood, but a real kiss. One that would make her toes curl and her heart beat faster.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t be the one to take it to the next level. Not when they were just starting to be friends again. She didn’t dare do anything to jeopardize that.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she told him.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said as held up the cookie he’d just stolen from behind her back. “Some things are just too tempting.”

He took a bite out of the cookie and smirked at her as he chewed.

“You’re evil,” she said as she turned away from him and back towards her cookie trays.

“Only when I want to be.”

#cheerscoops #cheerscoops fic #steve harrington fic #chrissy cunningham fic #ctcwc22 #pretend I'm not posting this almost a month late #probably the last thing I'll be posting from my failed christmas challenge #my writing

[tsotc]

You mentioned recently that you’ve done a lot of healing in ffxiv - I wanna get more into tanking so I was wondering, what are some of the main things you see tanks doing wrong?

I'm only recently learning to tank at the behest of my boyfriend but I've healed for him for long enough to know what's good tanking and what's shit tanking. This is more advice than anything else i think

1 - if your healer looks and acts like a cat that's just been dunked in water and is quivering and throwing up everywhere, ask what pull sizes they want or adjust in a manner that gives them (and by proxy both you and the rest of the party) a better experience. examples of this being; they are in on level gear. they are in baby artifact gear. you have just died to a pull that you should have been able to survive.

additionally, if you die and the healer dies and everything has gone to shit please god wait for the healer to get back BEFORE pulling the next pack. THIS APPLIES TO WAR TOO BTW. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HEALERS NOW BUT SHAKE IT OFF AND BLOODWHETTING ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE FOR A HEALER ALL OF THE TIME.

2- we recently ran into a tank in the 6.2 dungeon who Did Not Mitigate because "[the healer] was doing fine and i wanted to let them shine" NO!!! I Want To DPS I Will Kill You If You Make Me Hardcast Cure II. A healer should be damaging in addition to healing, if you don't do your mitigation rotations and let them do all the work you're only doing half a job and the damage you'll gain from slacking like this isn't worth the goodness that shall be drained from your soul.

3- in situations where you are co-tanking, wait to turn on your stank (tank stance) until the mt has built up enough aggro to avoid fighting for you with aggro (usually its like 30 seconds into the fight if memory serves) if you are fighting for aggro and switch halfway through the fight without it being a proper tank swap (forced by mechs) then it becomes a lot harder to effectively heal whilst maintaining dps output.

4- vuln stacks don't do as much harm to tanks as to the rest of the party but it's still Very Stressful when a tank has 6 of them for No Good Reason. ple ase

5- asked my tank bf (kissing him btw) for some advice and he was like. face enemies north for the most part (AWAY FROM THE PARTY) and move with intention (dont wiggle about too much) or else your meelees with positionals (ninja gets the third part of their meelee combo at level 34 ish which is a positional, its something that should be considered regardless of content that you're running)

6- this might be a crystal thing but in alliance raids B tends to mt feel free to ask in alliance chat if anyone else wants to mt though

7- IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING A FUNNY OR SLUTTY GLAM YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!! GET THAT PUSSY AND OR COCK OUT. PUT ON THE CHOCOBOBHEAD. people will be more willing to forgive your mistakes if you're just a little guy im deadly serious a funny tank that fucks up more will get more leeway than one who takes themselves too seriously

8- HAVE. A CHAT MACRO FOR YOUR INVULNS. I BEG OF YOU . I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU POP LIVING DEAD SO I CAN STOP HEALING YOU. I don't really need to know holmgang but i like knowing when people crank their hogs. I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU HALLOWED GROUND SO I CAN DPS. I WILL ALREADY KNOW WHEN YOU SBD BUT BY GOD PLEASE TELL ME WHEN IT ENDS. hallowed ground and holmgang are invulns that you can panic pop without your healer killing you for the most part.

9- there are required tank lbs but people in party tend to yell abt them. a12n, sosex and esn are the ones that come to mind and their timing is also Usually yelled at you by chat. dont be afraid to ask abt it. never be afraid to ask.

the main things i think though are like you set the pace of the dungeon. the bus waits for you because you are the bus. if a healer wants to pull bigger and you're not comfortable with it then don't! I am a healer who enjoys hard and fast pulls and loves danger and loves last minute heals, i would be a dick to impose that on everyone. the worst tanks are those who don't consider the rest of the party, as with every role in this game.

and as with everything else, i havw faith in you and fucking up is entirely normal and expected. you're gonna do great

#anon #ask #ffxiv #long post #this was peer reviewed by a war main who has every tank at 90 #all of my tanks are under 60 rn but by god i am trying