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pupcuck · 5 months

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LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

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You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you avoid saying the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

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devonpink · 4 months

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A Christmas Transformation

Steven couldn't believe he had let holiday gregariousness push him into attending a random Christmas party. He stuck out like a sore thumb, the only fully clothed, skinny twink in the place. Fortunately, all the barely clothed muscleheads were more than friendly, quickly melting away his unease. After a few sips of liquid courage, he got comfortable enough to remove his jacket and head to the dance floor. Surprisingly, he enjoyed himself, especially when his favorite Christmas pop song started playing. He couldn't help but close his eyes and sing along, catching the attention of a peculiar celebrant.

At the bar, enjoying his drink, was a malicious stud who couldn't take his devious eyes off Steven. He'd been waiting for the perfect victim, and Steven fit the bill. His evil grin beamed from ear to ear, knowing precisely what he'd do to the unsuspecting twink. Not wasting time, he grabbed one of the many Santa hats lying about and waved his magical hand over it, hexing it. He slithered his way over to Steven and quickly placed the Santa hat on the twink's cute little head, surprising him. Fastly after, he disappeared into the crowd.

Steven went from being taken aback to feeling incredibly lightheaded in a flash. He tried to remove the hat, but it wouldn't budge. He staggered to a wall, trying to catch his footing, confused as all hell. He woozily traced his way into the restroom, successfully avoiding the attention of the other partygoers. He was burning up; his face felt like it was on fire. Panicked, he rushed to a sink and splashed cold water on his face, but it didn't help. As he looked up into the mirror, utter shock hit him like a ton of bricks, discovering he now had a fully grown beard.

"What the fu-" Steven couldn't get the rest out, startled by his voice unexpectedly sounding incredibly deep. Suddenly, his crotch felt uncomfortably tight. He rushed to a urinal and whipped out his cock, expecting to piss up a storm, but nothing came. Instead, he only needed to give his new 10-inch meat rod some air. His confusion turned to odd titillation, mesmerized by his new hefty low-hangers. "What the fuck is happening to me?" Next, his arms, chest, and stomach felt on fire. He quickly removed his shirt, feeling it suddenly restrict him. He gazed back at his reflection, shocked as before. He had ripped bulging biceps. His once small and hairless chest was now plump and covered in manly hair. His flat, smooth tummy was a thing of the past. Now, he had hairy, shredded abs. He flexed his arms and gasped at how thick his armpit hair was now, unintentionally arousing himself with the sight of his sweaty, hairy pits. It didn't make sense, but he strangely wanted more despite being as scared and confused as he was.

Steven then felt his ass tighten up, the sound of his pants and underwear ripping arousing him further. He quickly took them off and arched his bare ass toward the mirror. His smooth, flat, twink ass was now a hairy, juicy, dumb truck, perfect for stuffing your hungry face into. "Oh my god!" Next, his feet and neck extended and thickened, making him look even more manly. Enthralled with his transformation, he gave his newly masculinized pits a deep sniff, taking in the manly musk. He was quickly overtaken with intense thrill, realizing he could now attract the most masculine of the masc-for-masc gays.

However, when Steven tried to fantasize about hot guys, his mind came up empty. Instead, his new mind wanted tits and pussy. Excitement quickly turned to panic, realizing his new manly body had a price: becoming straight. He tried to fight it, but his body took over, making him beat off. His mind quickly flooded with fantasies of himself titty fucking women and creampieing their pussies, terrifying him. His resistance began to yield, envisioning women's bellies swollen with his babies. His balls were as full as could be, ready to explode. With a moan of agony, he succumbed. "OH FUCK!!!" He fired off, coating the bathroom mirror, counter, sink, and floor in not just thick, sticky cum but his homosexuality. His fate was then sealed, his transformation now permanent.

Steven was a little ashamed for giving in but mainly captivated by the possibilities of his new life. He was now straight, a breeder. He now had access to normalcy, which quickly diminished all sense of guilt.

With Steven's clothes now a ripped-up mess, he had no choice but to wear the only thing he could find: a tight red Speedo. Luckily, he now had the body and self-esteem for something so revealing. He decided to keep the Santa hat on and add some bicep bands and suspenders, wanting to torment the gays on his way out.

He got the biggest thrill, flexing and gloating as he left to find some Christmas pussy. "Sorry, boys! Ladies only!"

The mysterious hunk who hexed Steven just a few moments ago watched from afar, proud of his latest conversion. He couldn't wait to see who he'd transform next. After all, the party was still early.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 6 months

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Ruining his Night

Jamie left everything on the field that night, and it paid off. His team celebrated the win inside the locker room with jovial claps on the back and cries of triumph. It was impossible for the other team to ignore the shouting as they filed on their bus, already resigned to a sad silence for the long ride back home.

However, no one was quiet in the locker room. The home team was far too pumped from the success of the night.

"Now that's how you play football, boys!" Jamie cried to his team, "You think those twinks are celebrating anything tonight?"

"No!" everyone shouted back in unison.

"You think we have something to celebrate, boys?" Jamie's smile beamed at his teammates.

"Yes!" they roared.

Jamie's grin didn't falter as he showered and dried up. He and the rest of the players were already planning the biggest rager the college had ever seen. The word was already out, and their fans were already setting everything up.

Jamie slipped a clean T-shirt over his head. He was finally done changing, but something felt off. A strange fog fell over his thoughts.

His victorious smile faltered.

"Yo, Jamie?" a teammate asked, "You good?"

"Yes," Jamie answered flatly.

All emotion seemed to disappear from his face. It was like he'd completely dissociated from his surroundings. The victory didn't even seem to register on his face anymore.

"What the hell, dude. Liven up!" another jock chimed in, "We just won for God's sake! I thought you were ready to party!"

Jamie didn't seem to listen. His face remained unexcited, and his eyes seemed to glaze over. He was like an entirely different person from the man who was gloating in success a few moments earlier.

"I can't go to the party," Jamie suddenly broke his silence.

"What the hell!" his friends scoffed in disbelief, "What do you mean you can't go? We have to celebrate, right?"

"I have plans," Jamie responded apathetically.

The football players couldn't believe their star quarterback. Jamie had just won the game and psyched the team up for a party, and now he wanted to bail? It didn't make sense.

Jamie was set. He left his team and abandoned the locker room, ignoring his perplexed teammates. Jamie pushed out the door and into the cold night, marching past his parked car. He trudged several blocks in the opposite direction of the house party.

Jamie turned into a neighborhood he'd never been in before; he walked right up to a house he'd never visited before; and he knocked on a door he'd never seen in his life. He had no reason to be here, but none of this seemed to bother him in the slightest.

The door swung open and, robotically, Jamie relayed, "Quarterback Jamie is reporting for duty."

The scrawny guy inside grinned maniacally at the athlete standing in the cold. He seemed utterly dumbfounded by both Jamie's presence and his words.

"Oh my God, guys!" the boy screeched, "He actually came!"

Jamie was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the house. The quarterback allowed himself to be dragged into a messy living room where several nerdy men were sat around a table playing some sort of board game.

"Look," the boy who answered the door whined, "The hypnosis actually worked! And he even said the line!"

"No way!" one of them gasped.

"Jamie," he slapped the quarterback on the back of the head, "Say it again."

Again, in the same monotone voice, Jamie relayed, "Quarterback Jamie is reporting for duty."

The nerds sent their seats flying as they fumbled out of their chairs. Jamie stood there and stared ahead while the impish geeks admired his superior form, eagerly feeling the thick flesh beneath his small muscle-T. He didn't mind having so many hands travelling all over his body. They pinched his nipples, groped his butt, and even explored his crotch, but he just stood there and waited to be told what to do.

That was what he'd been programmed to do.

Jamie stood there for the rest of the night, wearing nothing but a bowtie and apron. He was commanded to fetch the drinks and hold them like a "Good Little Seltzer Boy." That was what the geeks called him. They quickly became engrossed in their Dungeons and Dragons campaign, occasionally turning to Jamie and grabbing a drink from his tray or copping a feel of his muscles.

Jamie didn't mind. His phone was going off like crazy. All his teammates and friends were wondering why he wasn't at the party, but one of the geeks quickly silenced the device and tossed it in the corner.

"Jamie is ours tonight," he giggled, "Aren't you, Seltzer Boy?"

"Yes," Jamie answered numbly.

"There's nowhere you'd rather be, right?"

"No," Jamie said.

But Jamie wasn't really answering. He wasn't really thinking at all. One of those geeks was a waterboy on the football team and had been slowly hypnotizing the star quarterback in secret. Jamie had ultimately fallen under trance and received programming to report to the nerd's house after the football game.

Once the match ended, his mind couldn't do anything but go blank and obey.

Jamie continued to serve drinks late into the night. The nerds continued to take advantage of the quarterback's presence, ordering him to fetch more seltzers from the nearest liquor store. Jamie subsequently marched several more blocks through the cold and loaded several cases of the fruity drink on the check out station.

"Aren't you the quarterback," the store-owner commented, "Is this really the stuff you drink?"

"Yes," Jamie answered mindlessly, and then handed over all the cash in his wallet.

The nerds were overjoyed to see the jock lugging back as many cases of their favorite drink as he could carry. They became more brazen with him as they got more drunk.

Jamie began rotating between massaging the shoulders and feet of different D&D players as they demanded it. He was completely indifferent when one of them ordered him to massage the more intimate area between their legs. Jamie didn't mind.

"Who cares about this game," one of them finally tossed the board aside, "Jamie, get over here."

Jamie was already kneeling on the floor to massage somebody else's crotch, so he proceeded to turn and crawl over to the speaker, completely ignorant to the fact that his apron left his muscled rear completely exposed for the rest of them to gape at.

The players forgot all about their campaign, devolving into a band of horny brats with a mindless jock at their whim. Jamie couldn't be more unbothered by the different ways the nerds bossed him around. His mind knew his body was theirs to use.

By morning, he'd be made to clean everything up and forget. He'd tell his friends he got drunk at a different party though he had no memory of any of it. Needless to say, Jamie's night of triumph had been thoroughly ruined.

"Will you at least go out with us tonight?" a fellow jock asked.

Jamie shook his head as a familiar blankness washed over his face, "I have plans."

#gay hypnosis #mind control #hypno story #gay mind control #hypnotized #servant #gay ai art

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unclejezzzy · 1 month

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Dazzling Starlet, Bardot Reincarnate

It’s 1990. Eddie Munson did Steve Harrington the favour of being his first male sexual encounter and is filled with deep regret when Steve Harrington shows up at his apartment needing his help months later.

OR: Steve’s parents find magazines under his bed and Eddie begrudgingly lets him stay at his apartment and hates every second even though hes secretly a sweetie with a soft spot

"I cannot fucking believe it." Eddie grumbled, arm leaning against the surface of the bar as he glared over the rim of his glass.

"What?" Robin asked, immediately averting her gaze to Eddie's line of sight.

"Oh, you're talking about Steve again. Shocking." Robin sang, tone tainted in sarcasm.

It had been three months since Eddie had kicked Steve out of his apartment the morning after their surprising, yet oddly exhilarating sexual excursion.

He'd done Steve a favour, Eddie got laid. Quid pro quo. All's fair in sex and war.

Eddie was of the assumption that he was free of him, that life would go back to normal after Steve Harrington. Like plucking a blood sucking leech from your skin knee deep in a shallow river or finally digging out that splinter in your finger with a pair of tweezers.

But no.

Because Steve Harrington was everywhere.

All of the time.

Dancing, flirting, kissing.

He'd become a regular at Eddie's most sacred place. His Nirvana, his church. Valhalla, Abraham's bosom, whatever you wanted to call it.

Thursday to Saturday, as soon as those club doors opened at 9pm, there he was. He'd even made friends with the bouncers so he could skip the queue each time. The guy had a fucking membership card and every single person in there knew who he was.

Eddie shrugged it off at first. He's young, he's finding himself. He deserves to blow off some steam and have a little fun. The sex was pretty much the only joy of being gay so he couldn't blame him too much.

Eddie would watch him saunter up to past, present - and what he was hoping were future - flings without a care in the world. He cut his T-shirts up into crop tops to show off his abs, he started wearing eyeliner, he would tease and flirt with anyone who so much as looked in his direction.

He had a posse of men around him at all times with their hands all over him.

And Eddie was forced to bear witness to all of it.

Eddie whips around to face Robin behind the bar, slamming his glass down on the surface.

"I used to be the best fucking ride in here. Then he comes along acting like he owns the place and everyone flocks to him like Jesus' disciples after he waltzed out of his cave." Eddie seethed through gritted teeth.

"They're just a bunch of cock starved hedonists. Y'know I thought we had a little humility about us. Evidently fucking not."

Robin rolled her eyes, drying a glass with a dish towel.

"He's just the hot new thing, you know how this place goes. Some other poor unsuspecting twink will come along in a week and everyone will forget about him."

"I literally taught him everything he knows."

"Well - at least you don't have to deal with him anymore. You did him a solid and now he's - giving everyone else a solid." Robin snickered.

Eddie downed his drink, sliding the empty glass across the bar.

"Makes me sick." He spat.

"You're not jealous are you?" Robin smiled slyly as she poured a single measurement full of Eddie's favourite whiskey.

Jim Beam. Old reliable, Jim. That was the one man who couldn't piss Eddie off even if he tried.

"No, no - I'm not fucking jealous."

"Sounds like you're jealous." Robin thinned her lips and widened her eyes cautiously as she handed Eddie his drink.

"Screw you, man. I just think it's a bit rich coming from the guy who didn't even know how to finger himself three months ago." Robin grimaced as Eddie took a hefty sip.

"Like, how good can he be really? He's a bottom, all he does is lay there. I was the one doing all the work! Me!" He exclaimed as Robin continued to stare at him.

"What?"

"It just sounds like you're a bit upset that after your steamy night of passion, he seems to have forgotten all about you."

"That doesn't upset me." Eddie sneered.

"Its preferable he forgets all about me. I like it that way."

"Sure." Robin said, lowering her gaze to bite back a smile she was desperately trying hard to hide from Eddie.

"Are you forgetting that I could have had him again? I'm the one who sent him packing the next morning. I didn't get down on my knees and beg him to stay. I wanted him gone."

"Well, there you go then. I don't know what you're so uptight about!" Robin declared, slapping her hands against her thighs in defeat.

Eddie turned around, realising he wasn't going to be getting the validation from Robin anytime soon. Ever the pacifist.

Eddie watched as Steve raked a hand through his hair - his already cropped shirt lifting even higher as Eddie's eyes unwillingly glazed over the scope of his body.

God.

Steve gleamed at Eddie, making his way over to the bar.

"Oh my fucking God there's no escape is there." Eddie muttered.

"Hey." Steve called out breathlessly, smiling at Eddie.

"Hi." Eddie grumbled, leaning back against the bar and crossing his arms tightly against his chest.

"You look like you're having fun."

"I would say the same for you, but - looks a bit dry over here." He retaliated, directing his attention to Robin and offering her a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Could I get a vodka lime and soda please, Robin?"

"Sure thing!" Robin responded.

A little too politely for Eddie's liking.

"Vodka lime and soda? What are you a forty year old woman watching her figure?" Eddie mocked, peering at Steve in his peripheral.

"Well - I was gonna offer to buy you a drink"-

"No thanks. I don't take handouts." He interjected, hurriedly.

"So testy." Steve acknowledged - folding his arms against the bar, elbow knocking against Eddie's as he situated himself mere inches against his face.

"And for your information - It's the opposite of dry, thank you very much. We're having a blast."

"Yeah, it's a real hoot and a half over here." Robin deadpanned, topping Steve's drink off with soda water.

"Coulda fooled me." Steve shrugged.

"Not going out there?" He asked, cocking his head over to the main floor filled with bustling bodies.

"Nah, just observing tonight. I'm not interested in chasing around a bunch of fucked out crystal queens with blown out pupils right now."

"Y'know - I've seen you a couple times - you haven't left with anybody in a while." Steve acknowledged.

"So?"

"So - could the great Eddie Munson be past his prime?"

Oh, this kid had a death wish.

Continue reading on ao3

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie smut #gay eddie munson #ao3 #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #stranger things #gay steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve x eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things

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beetlebug-bii · 10 months

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Hello! Can we get the next part in feral child MC please? It's very cute and now I'm excited it's okay if you can't I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I hope you have a wonderful day or night or whatever wherever you are! 😁

Feral Child Mc (unfortunately) Goes To School

A/N: of course! I hope you enjoy, I haven't slept in like two days and its two in the morning so xdtfyg I hope you enjoy starling! also I love your username so much hehehe

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of weed, biting, feral behavior written by a dumbass, silly goofy eepy times

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, FEEL FREE TO ASK TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT -- p.s. previous Feral MC story at the end!

Do not ask me

How

You managed

In one week, one measly week

How the FUCK YOU MANAGED TO SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE SIX TIMES

FLOOD IT THRICE

AND SOMEHOW HOT BOX LUCIFER'S ROOM

no okay I know how that last one happened and it was Lucifers breaking point

Let's just say

You and Satan have a very...

Let's say complex relationship

Some days you're so ready to beat the shit out of one another it's a shocker that nobody has died yet

Other days the brothers live in fear

They can hear the two of you scrumbling in the walls desperately, gnawing at the wooden beams and gnashing your teeth at the thought of causing the entire building to crumble, leaving the two of you to sit upon your throne of rubble and bone...

Yeah the brothers DO N O T

Appreciate Big Brother Satan bonding time

Now you would never have thought to hotbox Lucifers room on your own, honestly Satan was pretty surprised you came to him with the idea and even knew what it was and like yeah he was absolutely gonna help you with that shit because it's so fucking funny but still-

Jokes on him

You didnt come up with it

No in fact it was the man in the walls

Which you have explained to the brothers and now all of them live in fear of some fucking guy just living in their walls

Well all except Lucifer for some reason but I digress

One night whilst scrumbling you came across the attic and low and behold there was just some fucking guy in there

And at first you were like

Hello? Whys there a twink in the attic?

Anyways he didnt take too kindly to you saying that bullshit outloud and the two of you argued over whether or not he was a twink for a solid two hours before he just kind of went

Damn are you fucking high on someth-

Wait a minute

Yo kid I just had the best idea

Anyways you didnt quite get it but you were guaranteed that it would be hilarious

And it was

For all of two hours

And then it wasnt

Because Lucifer came down from his high

And got filled with stress again

Like honestly the man probably needs it you did him a favor /j

Anyways

Then you were no longer allowed "free roam without a babysitter"

"No mammon doesnt count"

"No satan doesnt count either"

"You know what, none of you count"

And then you were put on A BABY LEASH

YEAH THATS RIGHT

HARNESS AND ALL

BABY LEASHED RIGHT ALONGSIDE CERBUS AND HIS NORMAL DOG LEASH

AND YOU WERE DRAGGED TO SCHOOL

On the bright side...

At least you're actually a kid

So it's nowhere as embarrassing as it is for Levi to be hooked to the baby leash and dragged to RAD

You arrived and you were so polite

Such an angel to be around

Is what I would say if I were a fucking liar

You got there and were on all cours growling at the other students

You ran into Luke and he TREMBLED

HE YELPED AND LEAPT INTO SIMEONS ARMS

DO YOU KNOW THE PSYCHOLIGICAL DAMAGE YOU JUST DID ON THAT POOR ANGEL

of course you do

you little monster

You spent the entire first hour of class absolutely gnawing on Lucifer's ankle and you could tell he was really holding back from kicking you

And then you had a brilliant idea!!

TEETH BITE

TEETH SHARP

BITE WITH SHARP TEETH

AQUIRE FREEDOM

and thus your chomp chomp mission began, you began tearing at that leash, and eventually your efforts paid off

You were free!!!

MC IS A FREE HUMAN!!!

And so you ran

You ran like your heart depended on it

Luke

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Get away from him you tiny psychopath

You came running at him down the hallway and what was he even supposed to do???

HE LITERALLY CRAWLED UP A RANDOM DEMON IN FEAR, THEN JUMPED ONTO THE LOCKERS AND COWERED

of course, you tried climbing up to befriend him

...yeah

he didn't like that

He called Simeon sobbing in a panic while smacking you away with a broom handle

then you stole the broom handle...

THEN YOU STARTED BEATING PEOPLE WITH IT SIMEON

P L E A S E

S E N D

H E L P

Simeon

Hahaha aw

what a sweet little thing you are

you're just a baby human!

awwwe come here sweet ange- AHHHH

WHY ARE YOU BITING

NO BAD HUMAN

NO BITING

He is flailing his hand trying to get you to release your pirannah jaws

This does fucking nothing you are LATCHED ON

YOU ARE GAINING FRIENDS

FRIENDSHIP

LIL BITE

Simeon

had to use his foot

He put his foot on your forehead and just had to kick you off before climbing up with Luke in fear

You were scampering around like a fucking shark

The angels were holding each other, reading off their wills

Barbatos and Diavolo

of course they had to walk down the hallway

right when you started climbing the lockers

causing the angels to scream at the top of their lungs

Diavolo

he couldn't keep it together

LISTEN OKAY DONT GET ME WRONG

HE FEELS BAD THAT THEY ARE AFRAID

BUT ALSO

YOU ARE SO SM A L L

WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING THEY ARE TINY

SOMETIMES THEY BITE THATS NORMAL PROBABLY

ITS CALLED TEETHING

DUMBASSES /affectionate

Barbatos doesn't quite know how to break it to him that...children your age are far past teething age

Nonetheless, Barbatos dealt with Diavolo as a child, how much worse could you be?

...

......

.........

No one

Not a single soul

Will ever bring up this day

if they want to live

He doesn't even know where you got shoelaces

YOUR SHOES ARE VELCRO

MORE THAN THAT HOW DID YOU GET ON HIS SHOULDERS

WHAT FUCKING MOVIES HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING THAT TAUGHT YOU HOW TO PROPERLY CHOKE SOMEONE OUT???

SOMEONE NEEDS TO RESTRICT YOUR FUCKING INTERNET ACCESS

YOUR HIGHNESS, PLEASE STOP FUCKING LAUGHING I AM DYING FRFR

Solomon

dying frfr

wheezing

crying on the floor

he filmed it all

no more than that

he's live streaming

Lucifer is trying to call him

Lmao blocked

He snatched you up and fucking ran

You are his little buddy now

You are taking cover deep in a place where Solomon knows Lucifer would never look for him...

...

......

Kid don't you dare comment that we're in the gym right now

LISTEN

HE IS A NERD

A BOOK NERD

A MAGIC NERD

HE DOESNT REALLY NEED TO GO TO GYM CLASS NOW STFU BEFORE HE LEAVES YOU FOR DEAD

you know how like

in jail you make toilet wine?

well he made toilet teleportation potion

Just in time the two of you crawled in the bowl and flushed, disappearing as the brothers broke in

they'll never find you now

mwahahahaha

time to watch every season of breaking bad

watch and learn kid

watch

and

learn

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returnofnonya · 2 years

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I didn’t get all this artsy fartsy stuff. I just knew that nowadays all the cute young guys went to cafes because they felt safer being gay there. So, I went to one and looked around at the place. Thankfully a lot of the guys coming here had a Daddy issue or two, and despite being 40 I got them going. I was chatting one of them up when a performance started. Some 30 something year old who probably barely had a place came onstage and started to sing a song about the gay experience. It was like he was a huge cock block! All the guys turned to watch him the second he figured out he was gay, and I swore I noticed some briefs and jockstraps falling out of some twinks’ pants. I hated being upstaged like this.

I stood, walking into the bathroom and pulling out one of the Transfer Necklaces I bought while on a trip to a foreign country. Apparently, if you imbued them with your essence and someone wore them, you’d be able to transfer yourself into their body. I wanted this guy to be ruined and humiliated. I pulled my cock out, jerking right into the vial and cumming into it. The stained glass that made the vial obscured the fact that it was holding cum. I washed it off and then approached him as he was waiting for tips.

“Your song moved me so much. I went through so many struggles to be where I am now as a gay man. I know it’s not much, but please accept this necklace.” He beamed at me, talking about how he was so touched and he’d put it on the second he got home. Went on about how sentiment is better than any material object. It took everything I had not to punch him square in the face.

With that I went home, waiting for the necklace to activate. About 2 hours later the time came, I felt my spirit being pulled from my body, but something felt off. Rather than waking up in a new body I was in some cheesy zen garden looking area where I saw him, looking annoyed. “What? You thought some boomer could take a spiritual necklace and use it on a guru?” He asked, making me seethe with anger. “I’m strong spiritually, you can’t just take over my body without a fi-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as I walked up behind him, both of our souls naked. “Seems like you need some more of my essence you weird hippie!” I quickly pinned him down, thrusting myself into him. “Fuck! You’re tight! I was going to pound some ass with your body, but now I think I should take advantage of this tight hole of yours!” He struggled and squirmed underneath me until finally I shot a…spirit load? Into his hole. He gasped, eyes rolling back as his soul was overwhelmed by my essence.

Suddenly I found myself in the real world, looking down and seeing the necklace around my neck. I just laughed. “Punk little bitch thought he was stronger than me…” the necklace flashed yellow, the hippie’s essence now imbued in my cum while I piloted his body.

“Now then…let’s get started.” I stripped naked, flinging the necklace aside since it wasn’t necessary anymore. I grabbed his yoga mat and posed myself, making a stupid face and taking a picture.

I uploaded it to his Instagram with the caption “I’ve recently learned of the spiritual power of cum. Any kind souls out there want to help me align my chakras while they dis-align my back? ☺️” and grinned, waiting for the replies to roll in. “You’re going to be a joke to your spiritual friends soon enough!”

#male possession #older to younger #male body possession

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phoenixkaptain · 2 years

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Thinking about the scene in Return of the Jedi when Han is like “You love him, don’t you?” and Leia is like “Of course!” and Han thinks she’s talking about romantic love and she laughs at him and says “He’s my brother.”

Thinking about my fave genre of fic (Luke time travelling back to Clone Wars era) and how funny it would be if he had that interaction with others.

Like, Luke and Anakin have gotten very close (Anakin knows Luke’s his boy, just go with it, but he hasn’t been able to tell Padme yet) and Padme sees him with this young man, maybe a little bit younger than Anakin himself and she sees how happy he is with Luke. Anakin looks happier than he’s been in so long (because Luke is helping him heal from all the negative influence or something) and Padme just is like “oh.”

She goes up to Anakin when Luke leaves for a second and he smiles at her and she’s so sad but can’t help but smile back because he’s so happy.

“You love him?” she asks, just to make sure.

Anakin beams. He says, “Of course I do.”

Padme is a bit crushed, but she wants Anakin to be happy, all she’s ever wanted is for Anakin to be happy, so she’s like “It’s going to be really difficult to get a divorce, because our marriage is secret anyway and the paperwork to hide it is going to be hard to reverse, but I can find-“

“What are you talking about?” Anakin asks, completely lost.

“You love him, Ani, so I’ll get out of your way and-“

And Anakin laughs. He laughs so hard he doubles over, literally crying with laughter. He has to sit down because he can’t stop and everyone is very concerned and Rex is considering calling every medic that’s in a hundred mile radius and Luke is rushing back because oh Force, his dad is dying, again!

Padme is kind of hurt, honestly, and very confused, but then Anakin is just like “Remember how I told you he was from the future?”

Padme nods.

“He’s my son,” Anakin says, tears of mirth still in his eyes. “He’s our son.”

And like, Anakin isn’t even upset and Padme is kind of in awe and Luke is like “What’s going on? What happened? I thought the plan was to tell her later? What-?”

I love when everybody thinks two characters are in a relationship and they aren’t. The scene where Han and Leia talk about him? Beautiful. I need more.

Imagining Luke telling Obi-Wan first. Imagining Obi-Wan can tell he’s telling the truth. Imagining that Anakin walks in and Obi-Wan is standing close to some desert twink. Their heads close together (they are whispering and Luke’s ears are still ringing), they’re making unblinking eye contact (because Luke is thinking about how different Obi-Wan looks when he’s younger and Obi-Wan is thinking “I hate my life, I have to train two Skywalkers?”), and Anakin immediately is like. Oh my God.

Obi-Wan and Luke turn to face him and Anakin sees that Obi-Wan’s face is red (because Obi-Wan suddenly knows way more about his padawan’s sex life than he ever wanted to know) and Luke’s collar is low (he’s from Tatooine, can you blame him?).

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin says.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says.

“If you’re going to have sex in the conference room, hurry it up, the meeting starts in, like, fifteen minutes,” Anakin says.

Obi-Wan, bright red, “I’m not going to fuck your son, Anakin!”

Like, all the time travel AUs I read are missing this one key element and it’s a shame

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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⟬ Childhood Comrades ⟭

Henry Creel x Reader

•Part 2•

[Click this for the chapters]

Summary: Being friends with an odd ball is weird enough, how about collecting dead spiders?

A/N: I think tmblr. is broken it keeps deleting the drafts for part 2.

Summer break

1959

Hawkins, Indiana

7:48 a.m.

For the past 3 days, you've tried and tried to become close with Henry but nothing seems to work. Wanna play tag with him? No. He prefers to play with his dead spider army, Want him to play something better than that? GO HOME.

"Henry!" I beam as I approach him. He was, as usual, on the swing reading a book. "Your here.. again" He shrugs not looking at me.

"How rude, Does my beauty blind your eyes that you refuse to look at me?" I tease. "Go back to your house or whatever L/N" he nagged.

"Henry got a girlfriend!~~" His sister yells from the door. "W-what! No! Mind your own business Alice!" He yells back.

"Mom! Henry's girlfriend is here!" I laugh at her remark. "I love your sister" I lean on the swing. "Back off L/N" He rolls his eyes.

"But I'm your girlfriend you shouldn't be treating me this way" He glares at me.

Although Henry isn't much of a talker outside, I know, I KNOW. He is keeping it, he's just too shy to let it out.😎

"Hey fuckers" A small group of boys approach us. "What do you want Moris" I roll my eyes. "Awww, are we interrupting a cute little date of baby bun buns?" He laughs.

"Sure you can say that" I stood my ground covering Henry. Despite Henry's spiky attitude, I don't think he can stand Moris and his minions. I mean- look at Henry.🥲.

"Why don't you just hang out with me instead of this twink?" I scoff, who does he think he is? Calling Henry a twink when he looks like a fat clown. 😒

"How dare you say that when you look like a fat clown yourself!" I tried to push him but he was just to fast and I got pushed myself.

"Hey, leave her alone" Henry slams close his book looking at Moris.

"Hey guys, did you hear that? the twink said something"

"Fucking pi!-" Before I could even finish my sentence Henry slaps Moris hard on his face with the book.

"Let's go" He whispers as he grabs my wrists and ran in his house "That's was so cool Henry" I laugh uncontrollably.

"That was refreshing hahaha" He pants as he laughs. I've never seen him laugh or even just a simple smile, He looks so happy.

"Stop staring like a creep" He glares at my direction. "W-what? No- no ones staring" I look away blushing.

"Pft- Can't take a joke?" he laughs as his dirty blonde hair sways as a breeze passes, a tear falling off his eye as he continues to laugh. He puts his hands on his knees panting.

"Still looking?" He looks at me. "I-I, uhm, no, no" Shit I'm blushing!.

"It looks like MY beauty is making you stutter" He chuckles. He looks so hot.

"W-what! No! I guess its getting hot in here, don't you have air condition or something?" I look around the house.

"Wow your house looks so big on the inside" Their was stairs on our right spiraling to the second floor. I caught a glimpse of their living on our left, It looked very warm, their ceiling had a chandelier, while their was sofas surrounding a tea table.

"Wanna look around?" He goes in front of me. He finally approached me first! I'm so excited!.

"Sure!"

⟬Time Skip⟭

"Your house is so confusing" I tiredly sat on the sofa. "I guess, but if your used to it it'll be much easier to roam around." He sits on the opposite.

"Henry's girlfriend is here!" A voice beams behind us. "Ah, hello Mrs. Creel" I bow to her direction. "No need to the bowing dear." She looks stunning today.

"Ah, I see you've taken a liking to the girl?" She smiles glances to Henry. "What! no! I just gave her a tour that's all".

If this was a dream, I wouldn't want to wake up.

A/N: I see you loved part 1 so I made part 2! Chapter 3 coming soon!

#peter ballard x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #st4 #finn wolfhard #max mayfield #miles fairchild #henry creel #enemies to lovers #001 x reader #stranger things 001 x reader #stranger things x reader #strangers things #henry creel x reader

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awingedinsect · 3 months

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-Flood me like Atlantic-

Chapter 4

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: language, alcohol, slight! choking, non-con drug use, also Vessel just being cute to even it all out lol

The black pavement beneath his shoes makes a steady sound, like the first opening beats of a song worth writing. He listens to it and thinks about it, trying his best to distract from the uncertainty of his mission. What exactly is he doing?

He took a cab to a pub about a mile away from the Blacklit Room, partially to avoid suspicion, and partially because well-

there’s not a lot of money to be made in obsessively hunching over a keyboard in a dark, long-lived-in motel room.

He stares up at the sky as his feet carry him off the main road, his peripheral streaked with the black daggers of trees illuminated like ghosts in the light of the full moon.

It’s a beautiful sight. The black void, speckled with a few twinking, determined stars. Not even the vanishing city behind him can wash them out of the celestial tapestry. And if he was a romantic person, he might even be inspired by it.

The moon bathes the lower half of his face as he trudges on, hood pulled snugly over his head. There’s a chill in the air.

Slowly, he becomes aware of a strange smell. And as he walks on it becomes unmistakeable- the musk of damp, burned wood.

It wafts to him on a cold breeze and tells him he must be getting close, and suddenly he’s shivering for more reasons than one. But he keeps moving, now starting to search for a sign of Venus and her crew.

He spots a black pickup in the distance.

“Glad you could make it,” Venus says, now suddenly visible and smiling at him, her black lips once again glistening in the blue light. He immediately feels a sense of comfort wash over him at the sight of her, almost like he was scared the whole thing had been a dream. But she’s as real as everything else as she walks up beside him and shoves a flashlight into his hand, gesturing at him. “How ya doin’ baby?” She asks, tilting her head at him. He follows her to the other two people already knee-deep in the remains of the bar, shining their beams over the mountain range of blackened wood and broken pieces. He shrugs.

“I’m alright.” He says, ducking his head to avoid the gaze of the ruins. There’s shame creeping up his spine.

He didn’t do it.

“Hey, don’t worry about looking around just yet,” Venus says, her voice cutting through the darkness and bouncing off the charred, crumbling walls. He lets go of the neon sign he had just started flipping over and looks up at her, eyes finally glinting in the moon as his hood slides back.

“Come and sit down, huh?” She asks, nodding to the open bed of her truck. “I got beer.”

The proposition, once again, fills him with a little relief. Does he want to be here? No. Does he want to stargaze with a pretty girl and finally calm his heart with a drink that he’s been too broke to afford himself? Fuck yes.

He shuffles after her over the piles of bricks, hands shoved in the front of his hoodie as he tries to keep his balance.

“Here ya go, sweetheart.” She says, reaching into the bed of the truck and fiddling around. She retrieves a glass bottle and hands it to him, flicking the cap onto the road with her nails and pocketing the opener.

“Let’s take a damn breather.”

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The chill is gone from Vessel’s bones. He feels at ease, eyes flicking lazily over the ink-black sky and lips teasing the mouth of his drink as the night drags on. His legs swing slowly off the side of the truck, his body falling more and more into Venus’s. Her voice luls him. And he could listen to her forever; her soft words, her comments on the night, the little hums she makes as her nails rake lazily through his hair. He finds his heart thumping slowly, the sky above beckoning him and the earth below holding onto him better than it ever has. He could get used to it.

“Sleep callin’ ya, doe eyes?” Venus chuckles, scratching the side of his head as it falls onto her shoulder. He mumbles something back, a content smile on his lips. “…Sorry I’m not very helpful.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” She dismisses, turning her attention once again to the night sky. The full moon fills her brilliant eyes and brings a grin to her face. “You’ll serve your purpose just perfect, even if ya only lay here.”

“You think they’ll find it?” Vessel asks, turning his beer up to his lips and drawing on the last bit it contains. “Your mom’s stuff?”

“Would be nice.” She runs a hand down her thigh, pulling on the thread of the fishnets once again making an appearance beneath a black skirt. “That stuff means a lot to me, but honestly… prolly burned up and long gone.”

Most likely, yes. But he doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to believe it, knowing just how important pieces of the past can be. “Eh, don’t lose hope.” He says, suddenly feeling the wind blow at the back of his neck. It would bother him, having his hood off, if it weren’t for the feeling of Venus’s hand tangling in his locks. The sensation alone makes him want to curl up like a cat and go to sleep for hours, content to just be held and pet. But he’s still determined to assist in the search before he goes home.

“What’cha thinkin about, Vessel?” The question drifts on the wind, grazing his ear so soft. It makes him wish he was thinking about something important.

“My music.” He whispers.

“What about it?”

“What it could be.” He says. And fuck, the words just flow. Something is missing, and it’s the thing that usually stops him from thinking about his future, much less talking about it.

“I want… to be good.” He says. “Wanna make music people understand, without having to understand me… Have them understand it because of, themselves.” He feels his eyelids growing heavy, and he stares at his hands, feeling the tiniest jolt of fear when he notices them going numb. The little bit of liquid in the bottom of his bottle sloshes in the moonlight, and he struggles to hold it upright in his lap.

“I wanna make music so pretty it’ll have a thousand people on their knees...”

“Want me to get on my knees, Vessel?” She asks, her voice sounding distant and jagged. It’s part of the wind now, part of the stars. He looks at her, eyes going wide as the earth pulls harder on his bones.

“W…What’s happening?” He asks, feeling the bottle being pulled from his cold fingertips just as he starts to drop it.

“Nothing, baby.” She holds him, coaxing him down into the bed of the truck with a steady hand keeping his heart inside his chest. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” She coos. He swipes vaguely up, cupping her shaved head in a trembling hand as he’s lowered down and watches the sky somersault above him.

“Go to Sleep, Vessel, you’re a good boy.”

The notes of alcohol turn to acid in his mouth as he vaguely comes to realize what has happened. Why would she roofie him? What did he do to her?

Could it somehow be a mistake?

He asks the question once or twice, and his voice shuffles like a deck of cards until his mind is brought to the singular thought of her hand on his throat.

The world erupts in light, then goes darker than it ever was before. And the only thing he can do is frown and feel tears prickle in his eyes as Sleep wraps it’s tentacles around his mind, and pulls him down into a deep, murky oblivion.

#vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token iii

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oblivion-rising · 9 months

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Also I’m thinking about it a bit too hard

But younger TriMax legato was thinner and much more twink, If I’m not mistaken?

Almost exactly how he looks in Tristamp.

So that makes me think, in this next coming season for Tristamp do we get a bit more of a beefy legato? Or is he just perma-nerfed?

Trimax Spoilers incoming

Because think about it in accordance to the events that happen in the manga.

Legato is still quite thin around the time knives is destroyed in Julai by Vash, which ended up severely damaging knives and sealing Legato’s hate towards Vash for not only damaging the only true thing that could help him find salvation, but traumatizing him the way it did.

Tristamp

In the end of Tristamp. We only get to see Knives Disintegrate away in what I can only assume to be the beam of an Angel arm. Of course, we don’t know if Legato is present to witness it at this time, but I can only assume that if Zazie is there, talking directly to Wolfwood, legato wouldn’t be too far away.

#tristamp legato #legato trigun #legato bluesummers #legato brainrot #trigun stampede legato #Trimax legato #pay no mind to my redundant statements I’m having a hard time using English words in the correct way DESPITE being a native English speaker

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nasuversekinkmeme · 8 months

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Weekly roundups: prompts

Tsukihime

Smut, I want that anemic twink Shiki spitroasted by Arcueid and Ciel in some odd competitive threesome thing the two got going on

Show mercy on my soul. Femboy Akiha.

Fate/Stay Night

FGO

Smut, For as much as they want her 'spear', I think Morgan should introduce Gudako and Da Vinci to it-- that is, can we have her cock vore the two of them?

Smut, incest, Karna and Vritra team up to edge and overstim Arjuna until he cries

jeanne gets some well deserved karma for her big sister beam brainwashing .

Yknow how Nobukatsu gloats over the REAL Nobunaga saying he is nothing like his as he lays dying from the poison he gave him? Something similar but this time Mitsuhide is the target and he made sure the poison was just right that it would take a very long time for him to die as he watches Or he just stabs the guy I dunno Nobukatsu deserves to kill more people

Morgan is Bored and demands carnival rides be built in Fae Britain. Entertainment ensues.

Noncon, incest, Summer Avatoria having a soft fulfilling romance with Muramasa as people who are tied by fate thrice over. Meanwhile Summer Castoria would LOVE to stop waking up filled with cum from a man she considers ber grandfather. The downsides of sharing a body you know how it is (feel free to play it as lighthearted or fucked up as you wish)

Asclepius becomes a therapist because dear God do some of these servants (and staff) need help and somebody's gotta be the counselor.

Noncon, Elaine of Carbonek, the raging bitch who raped Lancelot and mother of Galahad, is summoned. If you thought Galahad resented his FATHER, y’all ain’t seen nothing yet. Mash has to be physically restrained when Elaine refers to her as “Junior.” (Technically, Galahad would be Galahad Jr, if Lancelot ever went by his birth name. I am an Arthuriana nerd.)

Emiya realizes that Ritsuka mission are becoming too dangerous, so he locks himself there with her, she can left whenever she wants, as long as she is able to do a simple task, with all the knowledge and weapons she gathered from her servants she must kill him, proving she has become strong enough to be the protector of humanity

Salieri gets a Summer form, where instead of being the amalgamation of the rumours of who killed Mozart, he's the amalgamation of the myths of the Maenads who tore Orpheus apart.

First Hassan and Shiki killing increasingly improbable and abstract things as a friendly contest. Escalating from “the tension in the room” to Barghest’s desire to eat her loved ones” to “Artoria’s resentment of Mordred” to “Wednesdays.”

Continuation of the Grand Carnival joke: Atalanta has to marry Kingprotea, BB is in charge of organizing wedding and the rest of the Sakura Five are bridesmaids aka have to make sure Atalanta doesn't escape.

Blackbeard, Absolute Disgusting Degenerate that he is, is well aware that his kink is not everyone else's kink, and so after finding some improperly tagged Smut or Hentai, decides to make a video about the importance of tagging, what it means, and how to do it, because tagging your shit properly means that everyone can enjoy themselves in peace, so long as they use the blacklist. (This just kinda came to me TBH, Cause Blackbeard just kinda feels like he'd take proper tagging very seriously given everything about him.)

Fun fact: "thou" and "thy" and such were actually the informal register - "you" and "your" were the fancy, polite terms. Therefore, someone should write a fic of First Hassan trying to seem hip and chill and failing catastrophically because his understanding of what counts is hundreds of years out of date.

UDK Barghest gets hired to Put out a Fire (Read: Help Melusine with her Draconic Heat). Whether it goes full smut or if it goes in a comedic non sexy route is up to the author

Smut, Yu Mei-Ren has Hella Gay Sex with her Summer Variant. (Not NTR, though I'm not sure who all would consider it such anyway since its self on self.)

One of the Draconic/Lizard Servants installs a heat lamp in their room, because if you've got a tech wizard who will do anything for you, why not? After approximately 10-ish seconds of "why didn't I think of this before" from all the other Dragon-type servants, everyone immediately rushes to said room. Ensue dogpile of like, 20 lizard people (including Oberon and Rasputin for some reason??? gotta love traits) whether this is horny or not is up to the writer.

Smut, On their big day, a bride is stressed about the whole event and is this close to calling it quits. Habetrot can't have this so obviously there's one solution: cocksleeve time!

Barghest is openly lamenting in the hallway about how she can never be close to master or anyone else she loves bc of her bestiary nature and how she wishes she could keep herself in check. Scathach hears this and goes "Say no more" and puts her in a collar leash and muzzle. She's trained dogs before

Gudako tries her hardest to be Titania for Oberon. Oberon has Opinions about this. (I'll leave it to the prompt filler if these opinions are Positive, Negative, or Mixed.)

What started as a tiny fight "for charity" between Hektor and Achilles soon turns brutal as Achilles starts to truly want to kill Hektor. Paris, Manricardo, Alexander, and even Penth try to step in to stop him

Some asshole tries to threaten Guda only for them to reply and I quote "I'm not scared of Death, we have Tea on the weekends" Smash cut to them actually having tea with King Hassan, Eresh and Shiki. Whether Guda got hurt or not by the threatener ill leave up to the author.

How did Mel get access to Nemos aircraft carrier? Mysteriously kiss-covered Nemos refuse to answer (Note: all of em are adults)

Fun fact: Sastoria's NP is most effective against Summer Hokusai as she is both Chaotic, Divine, and a Threat to Humanity. Sooooo one-sided jealousy where Sastoria hates Saber Hokusai and Hokusai can't figure out why

Because I don't think we'll see him this summer. What summer side adventure is Kadoc doing? Who with him is you to the author.

Melusine's dragon nature means she likes building a hoards of all the things precious to her. now that she feels comfortable in Chaldea she can't help but gather all the people she likes to cuddle together with in bed with. Who ends up in her cuddle pile is up to y'all

Vlad is talked into going on a boat ride to relax. Everyone on the boat is very uncomfortable with this

Anything involving Ritsuka having extreme mommy issues

so Chloe's whole... thing... is "justified" in-universe as she needs magic to stay stable, so she gets it by doing... that. Ergo, I want to see something where she's summoned in Chaldea and thus hooked up to a stable magic supply, so she doesn't have to do that anymore and gets to actually Process and maybe just Be A Kid instead.

Other

I kinda just wanna say “Galehaut” and watch what the Fate fandom does with the idea of the half-giant king that only didn’t overthrow Camelot because he wanted to bone Lancelot. So I will.

Kinks are known to suddenly appear and develop with age, so: Older version of a servant helping unlock a kink for their younger self

can we get some consensual hypnokink content, perhaps? maybe someone has a kink for being hypnotized and wants so badly to hand over control for a little bit, or they're nervous about performing well during sex and just want to be more assured in themselves! how and why it's done is up to the author/artist as well as the characters, so long as there is consent established!

#weekly roundup

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