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nightghoul381 · 9 months

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congrats on the milestone darling!! can i req harrison + jealousy please? u can decide if reader or harry is jels heheh. can't wait!

- @revasserium

Thank you so much!! Harrison seems to be a popular guy for this event and it's great because it means I get to learn more about him! I really hope you enjoy the story @revasserium!

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Pairing: Harrison Gray x Reader Prompt: Jealousy W/C: 1.3k

You can’t seem to keep the green-eyed monster of jealousy at bay these days. It’s not something you’re proud of by any means, but seeing Harrison around other women has been scraping away layer after layer of your patience and sanity. Now, just the thought of him having to be at those parties for missions around so many women from all walks of life, and knowing how attractive he is, you feel so incredibly restless you can’t focus on your own tasks.

He assures you that the only woman he even sees is you, but these days his word isn’t enough to assuage your fears. You find yourself second guessing him at times. Coming back late or even the next day from some of his missions doesn’t help either.

Alfons seemed to be taking a twisted joy of your growing distrust, fueling your mind with tales of how his own late nights were so filled with debauchery and sinful pleasure. You find it all too easy to imagine Harry in similar situations and that makes your blood boil.

You absolutely hate feeling this way and try your best to hide it when you’re with him. But with Harry, especially with Harry, you’re not able to hold back your secret for long.

“Tell me what’s wrong. You haven’t looked me in the eye all week. You’re trying to hide something from me.”

Harrison had stopped you from leaving this morning and now the two of you were sat, side-by-side, on your bed. Your head hanging and his face inches from yours.

“I’m not hiding anything Harry, I promise.” You sigh, eyes fixed on your hands in your lap.

“If you’re going to promise things like that, then look me in the eyes and make me that promise,” Harry growled. You knew full well that he would normally never take that tone with you unless he was worried and frustrated.

You swallow thickly, not sure how to approach this topic, or how to explain why it was that you were feeling that way. You didn’t really understand why you were feeling this way. You knew you should trust Harry, that he would never do something to betray you like that. But no matter how many times you told yourself that you knew better, you couldn’t keep the jealousy from swallowing your heart whole.

You let out a deep sigh and lift your head; your eyes meet with his mint-colored stare and you feel a rush of emotion. You had missed seeing the love and affection he’d always carry in his gaze, but you knew that the disquiet that was lurking in their depths was only there because of your recent behavior.

“Harry… I…” You close your eyes tightly, cutting your words short, shame and guilt welling in your chest at the thought of him knowing your ridiculous feelings.

“Ah-ah, no. You open your eyes and tell me. You looked scared to say it, so just say it or my mind is gonna jump to the worst-case scenario and you know it.”

“I’ve been feeling really jealous, okay?” You shout, staring Harry directly in the eyes. His brows furrow in confusion at your declaration.

“Jealous of who? I haven’t been spending time with anyone more than usual…” His thoughts trail off as he searches his memory for a time that would make sense of your jealousy.

“That’s the issue, Harry. I’m not jealous of one person. I’m jealous of all the women who flock to you on your missions. I’m jealous that they get to flirt and laugh with you at all hours of the night. It’s gotten to the point where I keep picturing some beautiful woman seducing you and that being the reason for you being out so much later than you tell me you will. I know it’s stupid for me to be feeling this way. I know I need to just trust you and not let these feelings get to me, but I can’t, and I feel so incredibly guilty about it.”

You feel the tears streaming down your face as you look your lover in the eye and spill your heart out. The confession had left your heart a twisted mess and choking sobs rack your body.

Harry doesn’t make a move for a few moments, stunned and gathering his own thoughts.

“I…Could you tell me at least why you can’t trust me? Is it something I did?” He inquires. His low voice was thick with unexpressed emotion and his normal unaffected expression had devolved into a look of disbelief and hurt.

“Harry, you’ve done nothing at all. Do you understand how handsome you are? What woman isn’t going to want to approach you, flirt with you, try to seduce you? It’s only a matter of time that the woman of your dreams will come along and steal you away, and then I’ll be nothing but a distant memory for you… I can’t stop myself from worrying each time you’re late that you’ve found her and the two of you have run off.”

“I know you’re going to tell me you’d never do that to me, but when a gorgeous woman who meets all your needs comes along, even I wouldn’t fault you for choosing her over me. It just still fills me with such deep-seated jealousy that it’s been eating away at me,” you finish, unable to keep your composure any longer. You pull your knees to your chest and let the painful emotions out through each wail.

You’re not sure how much time passes, but you feel Harry’s warm embrace circle around you, pulling you close.

“There’s only one issue with your theory, love,” he whispers against your hair, “You see, I’ve already found the woman of my dreams. She’s right here in my arms and I’m not letting her go for anything, least of all some other woman who won’t bother to get to know the real me. The me that you found. The me that is, right now, pledging his heart and soul to you.”

You gasp, turning your face back up to his. The gentle smile and warmth of his gaze fill your vision for a short time before he captures your lips with a kiss.

The taste of his minty breath sends a chill through your body and you find yourself leaning in, opening to his probing tongue. He eagerly explores your mouth for a moment, pulling back momentarily to take a breath.

Your heart is racing and the emotions that seemed to have been so overwhelming before have faded to a quiet hum in the back of your mind. Harry brings a hand up and strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Know that I will never lie about how much I love you. You are the most important person in my life and the woman I always dreamed of. I don’t care how the other women look, because when I’m on those missions, I am counting down the minutes until I get to come back to you and hold you in my arms. Please know that you are the only one who I could ever trust with my heart.”

Tears well up in your eyes once again, this time from the joy and relief that his words have brought you. He leans in, kissing away the tears that trickle down your cheeks before pressing another gentle, salty kiss to your lips.

“Next time you’re feeling jealous, darling, tell me right away and I will bend over backwards to show you how you have nothing to fear. I’ll kiss you and tell you all the ways you stand out from the other women. I’ll show you how much I crave your touch, your body, your sweet moans.”

Harry continues offering ways to ease your worries, each suggestion becoming more lewd. But nonetheless you are feeling infinitely better now, and the night is the only witness to the various ways your lover continues to demonstrate his love for you.

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 months

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Hiii!!! Hru??? I got a smutty one for ya

How about getting down on skeptic under his desk whiles he’s (trying) to work.

Hehe

(*Laughs Manically* You fool, you have no idea the power you've just given me! My birthday is tomorrow so this must obviously be more of a gift to myself than anyone else...even though I can't read my own stuff for fun lol. I still have fun writing it!)

~Urgency~

Urgency-importance requiring swift action

By no means was he a bad partner. At least to your standards, he was just fine. Sure he had his flaws namely his anger issues, but that was never a huge problem as you could always tame him no matter what. Perhaps one could say it was his attention to detail and naturally anal behavior when it came to some things that would come across as too much or annoying. However, again you'd say they were wrong and there wasn't an issue with the way he was. The only thing you might stop to complain about is his passion about his work not just for the liberation army but for Feel Good Inc as well. Still, this wouldn't classify him as a bad partner.

Maybe just an annoying one instead.

On days like today it was all too hot to handle. The temps outside were on a rise and your apartment wasn't any different. The maintenance was supposed to be visiting each unit to get the air back going. Until then, you were stuck with plug-in fans circulating each room. Hot and sticky, sweaty shirts and cracked windows hoping for another gentle breeze to bless your face. The ice maker was abused in the fridge as you'd collected many cubes for your 3rd glass of water, and for the plastic sandwich baggie you used as a makeshift icepack. Aside from the temp, there was another thing 'hot and bothered' plaguing your small apartment. You weren't usually this needy no, but sometimes it seemed to sneak up on you in the worst of moments. You could feel yourself slowly slipping away, rolling in the uncomfy bed and staring at the outside of your bedroom window as you watched people on the streets try to get out of the blazing heat and to wherever they needed to go. In the distance you could hear some splashing and cheerful conversation with light music coming from the apartment's pool. Maybe later you could go when there weren't as many people? That's how Skeptic tended to like it, quiet and calm with no one else around.

Just the thought of your partner sent you spiraling yet again. You tossed and turned once more, quietly groaning above a whisper and rubbing your thighs together pathetically for some ounce of relief. All in vain unfortunately. The thought of trying to even approach him right now wasn't on your mind, but slowly became more of a reality the longer you waited on him to finish his work and leave that damned office for the day. It was already 3 in the evening and he was still in there, fingers tacking away at the abused keyboard. You'd become more desperate by the minute and now seconds as you finally slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway. You cracked the door open and felt a sudden relief at the temperature difference between the office and the rest of the apartment. Because it was pitch black in there with only the light of the monitor glaring, it was much cooler. Not to mention he was hogging the good fan as well. You stared at him working for just a little while. He's wearing a simple black shirt and some gray joggers with a matching black waistband and black around the pant cuffs. His hair is up and out of his face, tied back into a long ponytail with clipped back bangs. You can see his eyes scanning across the screen before stopping and lazily looking over at you.

"Come in or leave. You're letting the cold air out." He grumbles and you comply, quickly entering the room and smiling at him. "Sorry, my bad. It's literally so hot out there that I can't get comfy." You say, trying not to look at down at his lap. You knew you must've gotten his attention. Regardless of the sweat, he'd be attracted to seeing you with a shirt slightly damp and hanging off your shoulder a bit, shorts and socks on. A simple look for most, but something entirely irresistible for him. "Yeah well, that's the price you pay for being stubborn. I told you long ago that I wanted you to move in with me at my place but noooo. You just wanted us to both be here in this rat-box you call an apartment. We're moving when the lease is up and I'm picking the next place." He complains, glancing down at you and licking his lips before quickly turning his attention back to the computer screen. Light a light switch you quickly moved over to him and dropped to your knees at his side. "What the hell???" he questions you. Ignoring his confusion, you shimmy your way under his desk and pry his legs open, smiling up at him now with mischievous intent. Although confused, his eyes have a slight sparkle of curiosity to them. "Instead of complaining about the apartment why don't you just relax and let me help you finish working? Then we can get out of the apartment and maybe enjoy the pool or the game room, hmm?" You talk but your words fall on deaf ears. By now (with the way you've began running your hands up his leg and to his pant line) he's already starting to be too far gone in your touch. "Y/N..." he says in a warning tone. It doesn't do anything to stop you in this moment. You shush him with a smile and pull his pants down just enough to free his cock from it's clothed confines.

Sure that gust of wind throws him off for a bit, but it's nothing compared to the sheer intensity of feeling your tongue swipe at the tip of it so suddenly.

His hand quickly slaps over his mouth to silence his groans. You didn't like it but also didn't have the energy to complain. Right now the focus was getting him going just enough. "Keep working." You demand with a smile. He wants to complain but knows this game all too well. You weren't going to keep going if he didn't play along so he did as he was told. Reluctantly he took his eyes off you and started working again, trying his hardest to keep his sounds packed down his throat when he felt your tongue hard at work all for him. He shudders when you take a long and slow lick of the precum dripping from his slit of his head. His head spins and he hasn't even noticed you'd slowed your actions to a halt. "I don't hear you typing up there." You tease. "Y/N please I-"

"I didn't ask to hear you beg Tomoyasu. I said I wanted you to work. Now do as I say or I'll stop right now." He couldn't call your bluff. It's not like you wanted to stop. If anything, you wanted to take it a little further than this! But he didn't have to know that. He'd do anything you wanted at this point, he was too close to jeopardize his own release. His fingers quickly picked back up on the codes he began to type quickly. By now he was done keeping quiet. You'd been rewarded with each and every moan and groan he let slip from his mouth. It was a motivator to keep going, using a free hand to work at the base of his cock while you'd sucked the other half. He didn't warn you when it was over. Instead he'd thrown his head back and moaned your name with vigor, his hand gripping at the edge of his desk as he tried to gather his breath and stop shaking from the orgasm.

He didn't give you much time at all to stand up properly as you tried to maneuver your way from beneath the desk. Instead he gripped at your hand and pulled you up and into his arms for a deep kiss. Next he'd led you off the ground and quickly to the bedroom, all urgency from work now dedicated to slipping your clothes off. You never made it to the pool that evening but staying in the bed was the next best thing.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #smut #minors dni #minor dni #tomoyasu chikazoku #skeptic bnha

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rxgueone · 1 year

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LSD

Word count: 1,355

Summary: Austin’s reaction to becoming a father for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, just fluff.

Tags: none.

Note: I wrote this while listening to Monster’s Inc bass boosted on loop so sorry if this sucks ass bro. Tumblr has been dog shit and deleting paragraphs lately so. Sorry if some bits are missing.

MASTERLIST — SERIES

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Austin had been there throughout the whole birth of his little girl, Leia. He was beside his wife, holding her hand and encouraging her to push. His wife, Rose, didn’t make much noises, she would just grunt from frustration now and then.

But her grip around her beloved husband’s hand would tighten every time she tried to push. He would watch, consoling his wife, cheering her on, telling her she was doing a splendid job, he was always there for her. He was there. And that was all that mattered to her.

Finally the sound of frustrated groans and grunts, was joined with cries and wails. Their daughter had been revealed to them. They both watched as their new born daughter was placed onto Rose’s stomach with a towel wrapped around her, and Rose brought their baby close to her. The first thing she did was tell their daughter how much she loved them. ‘Leia… Leia my sweet girl. Don’t cry, your momma and papa love you very much.’ She had cooed to Leia. ‘Hello honey, hello my love, hi.’

Austin by now, had fallen completely silent. He was staring at his daughter, trying to process that he was a father, and that his beautiful wife was now a mother. He kept staring at Leia, listening to Rose trying to calm her down. Deep inside, he felt happy, incredibly happy.

The moment he had gotten the news that Rose was pregnant he was ecstatic. Thinking of names for their cute girl, smiling so bright. He’d come home from work, give her a kiss, and her stomach as well. At times he’d simply kneel down to hug her stomach, wanting to show their baby love. Or he’d lay with Rose, his head on her stomach, talking to not just her, but their baby as well.

Now that their baby, their daughter was here. The same ecstatic feeling he felt when Rose told him was still there, greater than before. ‘Isn’t she beautiful, Austin?’ Rose’s sweet voice snapped him back to reality.

‘Yes,’ he agreed without thinking, ‘the most beautiful thing in the world.’ He had an innocent childlike tone. Rose smiled sweetly up at him, knowing that he didn’t know how to process what had just happened. She looked back at their baby, cupping Leia’s face to gently kiss her head.

Finally, once their baby was clean and taken care of. She was wrapped like a banana, and Rose had been embracing her the whole time. Leia was sleeping soundly, her father hadn’t yet held her. Austin was sitting by his wife’s side, too afraid to hold their daughter. Worried he was going to hurt her. Worried he was gonna hold her improperly.

He had his head against the rail, staring at them both in silence. ‘Baby,’ she looked at him.

‘Yes love?’ He responded, looking back at her brown eyes.

‘You should hold her, y’know.’

He was quiet for a bit before looking at their daughter then at her. ‘I’m… what if…’

‘You won’t hurt her.’ Rose soothed him. ‘You’re too kind for that.’ She promised as she leaned towards him. He had always listened to her, no matter what. So he did. ‘Hold her head, my love,’ she watched him hold his hands out. Gently taking their daughter into his arms, he held her head in his hand, his forearm underneath her. Cradling her in his arms.

He sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, his gray eyes stared deeply at his sleeping daughter. She had a small face, blonde hair, a button nose. She was snugged into the blanket, she looked peaceful, happy. Rose watched her husband with fond eyes, seeing how he was trying his best to be gentle. His thumb touched Leia’s cheek. ‘Hello.’ His voice was barely a whisper, trying his best to not disturb his precious girl. ‘Hi princess.’ He managed to smile.

Rose leaned back in the hospital bed, knowing that her baby was safe. Her eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake so she could watch how he’d treat Leia. He craned his head down, forward, planting a gentle kiss on Leia’s forehead. Watching her again as his thumb grazed her cheek. ‘I love you.’ Even though his girl didn’t know what that meant. He wanted to tell her either way. ‘Momma and papa love you so so much, princess.’ He croaked.

His head turned towards Rose, seeing her sleeping soundly. He looked back at his little girl. ‘Y’know, you’re named after Princess Leia. Your momma said you were feisty, and you’re a princess, so it only suited that you’d be named after her.’ He rasped out, still trying his best not to wake her. Leia wiggled a bit but, fell still once more. ‘Leia,’ he breathed out, feeling his eyes well up with emotions. He knew he was about to cry, which was odd. It had been a long time since he cried. ‘Oh, you beautiful girl.’ He squeaked, biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying.

He was happy. Euphoric. He had a little family with the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. He had a family, a little family with his forever. A girl so sweet, so gentle and pure, something so innocent and cute. Something that he and his wife had made. He didn’t know why but he felt a sudden protectiveness over their new born. He vowed to protect his wife, and now that their baby was here, he’d vow to protect her too.

‘Momma and papa love you, we love you.’ He assured Leia, leaning down to kiss her forehead once again. ‘We’ll protect you, till the end of time.’

At times Austin would stand over the crib of their daughter, holding his hand to her. Her small delicate fragile hand would hold onto his thumb. He’d say sweet things under his breath while Rose would watch. Once Leia would fall asleep, he’d kneel down beside the crib to watch her.

After a few minutes, he’d walk back to Rose. Kiss her cheek and Rose would ask him to sit on the bed with her, to which he would. With his arm over her waist, her head against his shoulder. Their hands had intertwined. ‘You’ll be a fantastic father Austin.’ She looked up at him sweetly. Brought her hand up to his face to make her look at her. His gray eyes deeply looked into hers longingly, and she returned the gaze. ‘So don’t worry okay? We’ll be happy. We’ll be a happy family.’ Then, she brought her lips to his. Kissing him.

When they both pulled away from each other, Austin spoke to her softly. ‘I’ll protect you Rose, I promise. You and Leia. I’ll protect our family. I swear.’

‘I know.’ Rose didn’t doubt her husband for one moment. ‘I know my love. I know.’

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Austin stared at his necklace, nibbling his lower lip. He inhaled sharply, clearing his throat. Turning his head towards the living room, he heard squealing in the background. Leia had been playing with Fredrick and Serpent. The trio were playing tag, with Serpent barking whenever he got tagged, slipping on the wooden floor.

Leia running around trying to chase Fredrick. Only to jump into his arms and exclaim, “I caught you Freddie!” With a bright grin on her face.

“Aw! Looks like ya got me, ma’am!” He complained.

Austin smirked, shaking his head. He looked back at his necklace, clipping it back around his neck. “Yeah, she is beautiful, Rose… she’s the most beautiful thing in this universe.” He kissed his wedding ring, getting off the chair to walk over to the trio, joining in on the fun.

Those were all memories now. Memories that Austin clung onto.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x oc #austin butler fanfic #austin butler series #austin butler fluff #dad!austin

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skydigiblogs · 23 days

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oughhh i was plagued by ghost game related thoughts today. this is messy and disorganized and a lot so don't mind me gbdsfhgbdjfg

it's been like half a year or so since i finished watching it so this is mostly unprompted and like

i do kind of wonder what would have happened with ghost game if instead of a bigger focus on purely pick up and go scooby doo shit, they were willing to tell an overarching story with the elements they had

i think i enjoyed it so much if only because it gave us something we hadn't seen much of to that point (that i'm now realizing is one of those things appmon heavily inspired in GG), that being digimon affecting technology in complex ways

(that's to say, not just bricking computers like giant magnets or making binary flash on the screen to ominous messages like makuramon does in tamers)

but like also digimon having more interactions with humans in general? just kind of hanging out and living in the human world? yeah the field exists and digimon can bworp in and out of being visible to humans without VBs, but they also live in a setting where they can mostly get away with just going "no yeah i'm just a very advanced hologram, dw about it :)"

i also refuse to get over the fact that gammamon is like, canonically plural, and i really wish we had more time with gulus after the finale ep reveals about him and the GRB shit.

also, i do wonder if maybe the series shot itself in the foot by not knowing what it wanted to do, plot wise? it gave us expectations in the first episode as an audience--- suggesting big and strange things to be delivered, and didn't seem to know how to really deliver on them while also trying to be that variety of scooby doo shit that doesn't have to have a throughline plot (aka, setting up a mystery inc style story when it's got a stated goal to be more like the original series)

i was still using reddit at the time GG started, and i remember a lot of people really wanting to hype it up as "the next tamers," especially after they saw the tone and structure of the first episode. in general, i wonder if high expectations put more scrutiny on GG than it might have otherwise gotten.

(this of course isn't to say that there's criticism to be had for GG. i mean i just said i personally have beef with its lack of narrative commitment. i'm just wondering if maybe some people got a little too excited to see a series that met the lofty nostalgia of something like tamers.)

anyways, idk, there's not really anywhere i'm going with this one, i just had some idle thoughts at work today about this series.

go read the gray matter ghost game fancomic or something (no i really have no clue why ghost game is on my mind, really)

#sky talks #digimon #digimon ghost game #i did finally watch karn ex's postmortem on GG and yes that is where i lifted the scooby doo descriptor from #because it does really fit bfsdhjbfjshdf #i want to be clear that i do not mean that derogatorily though #i just think it fits the vibes way better than somethign like monster of the week #other digimon series were closer to MotW where it's like #the challenge EXPLICITLY must be Punched In The Face #GG was very much a series about miscommunication confusion and the rare “I Just Want To Shoot People” mons #also if you're wondering where to find the comic i mentioned at the end literally just type “digimon gray matter” into the search box #the blog will pop up near the top i think??#it's a partner swap au #...god this got long #listen we had a lot of boring shit to do at work today 💀

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gmlocg · 8 months

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1,051.) Return to Castle Wolfenstein

Release: November 20th, 2001 | GGF: Action-Adventure, FPS, Stealth, Horror, Atmospheric | Developer(s): Gray Matter Interactive Studios, Inc., Nerve Software, Inc. | Publisher(s): Activision Publishing, Inc., Aspyr Media, Inc., id Software, Inc., Bethesda Softworks LLC | Platform(s): Windows (2001), Linux (2002), Macintosh (2002), PlayStation 2 (2003), Xbox (2003), Windows Apps (2022)

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voraciousvore · 7 months

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Big Corp Inc. (39/43)

***This chapter contains vore!***

Chapter 39: Breaking Point

“Candy, you know you can always talk to me, right?” Martin encouraged, a note of quiet desperation seeping into his tone. “I won’t judge you. You don’t have to hide anything from me.” Work had ended, and the couple was back in Martin’s apartment together, eating dinner. Candy had barely touched her food, only taking small nibbles. Martin had bought her a human-scale dining table and chair that he placed on his own larger table.

“I know,” Candy mumbled. She avoided Martin’s eyes, poking at her dinner with her doll-sized fork. In her mind’s eye she could only see darkness, hear the horrific sounds of a Giant’s digestion. When she looked at her plate, she recalled being forced into a sandwich, or stuffed into a meatball, or scooped onto an ice cream sundae, or buttered on a biscuit. The memories nauseated her to the point where she couldn’t bear the sight of food, much less ingest it.

“No matter what, I’ll always be here for you. And I’ll always love you. Whatever is bothering you, we can get through it together.” Martin placed his hands on either side of Candy’s little table and leaned in, holding his face close to her. “Please, Candy. I know something isn’t right. Let me help you.”

“It’s nothing,” she muttered, barely audible. Candy sank lower into her chair, continuing to avert her gaze. Martin was trying so hard to be empathetic and patient with her, but he was getting frustrated. He didn’t understand why she was hiding secrets from him and trying to conceal her true feelings that were obviously tearing her up inside. He gingerly placed the tip of his finger under her chin and raised her head up, so she couldn’t look away. He brought his face in so close that his enormous eye was right in front of her, seeking to gaze into her soul.

Candy lost herself in that big, stormy orb. His gigantic iris had depth to it like a gray raincloud. She even fancied she could see flashes of lightning if she looked close enough. His black pupil dilated as he searched her. He blinked. Candy could see so much swirling within that tempest, so much concern and sympathy, even fear. She registered, in some way, that he was scared of losing her. He could see her falling away from him and it caused him agony. Candy struggled to hold back tears, but her vision started to blur with moisture. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Martin. She was keeping him in the dark to protect him, after all.

She knew, if she told him what Mr. Hardon was doing to her, he’d fly into a rage and beat up the boss, and then he'd really be in trouble. After all, he didn’t hesitate to retaliate against Ronny when he found her shoved into a meatball. He’d definitely lose his job then, since the boss would fire him, and he might even be liable for criminal charges. Candy couldn’t let such a chain of events occur. She couldn’t imagine the horror of Martin being arrested and going to prison, because of his efforts to protect her.

“Please,” he insisted emphatically. “Is it something I did?” Candy shook her head, rotating her chin on his fingertip. Her eyes were waxing shiny with tears. A droplet overflowed out of one eye and ran down her cheek. “You’re not... scared of me, are you? You don’t feel pressured to be with me? Do you want me to escort you home, to the human side?” His voice was quavering.

“No,” Candy denied. She couldn’t stop her tears any longer. She wouldn’t be able to tell him everything, but she felt compelled to at least admit the truth about her housing situation. “I... I have no home to go to. I’m homeless.”

Martin’s jaw dropped open. “What?” Of all the things he considered, he never even suspected she was homeless. He suddenly understood why she never had a lunch packed anymore. His heart bled for her.

“I lost my apartment because I ran out of human money. I’ve been living in the office. I was sleeping in the janitor closet for a while, until a monster spider attacked me, and now I just sleep on my desk out of sight,” Candy admitted. She burned with shame, but somehow finally confessing her secret to Martin made her feel lighter, less weighed down by her tremendous burden.

“Oh, Candy... why didn’t you tell me?” Martin cupped her in his hands and lifted her off the table. “No wonder you’ve been so upset! You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you want!” He kissed her and held her up to his chest, hugging her with his hands. “You’re always welcome with me. It’s not like you take up a lot of space.” He laughed, and the sound made her heart sing.

“I was so worried about you, Candy. I’m glad you finally told me. You don’t need to fret any longer. I will take care of you,” Martin continued. Candy was touched by his generosity. She buried herself in his chest and sobbed without reserve. Martin stroked her back with his thumb, massaging her gently. He was relieved, now that she was finally communicating with him and the truth was out in the open. Now that he could solve her problem that was killing her inside, he hoped she could heal and become her happy self again.

Despite the fact that she couldn’t tell him about Mr. Hardon, Candy felt better after unloading at least some of her baggage on Martin. Not having to hold back the torrential downpour of tears helped too. Candy was in such a situation where she constantly felt the need to repress her outward displays of emotion, whether she was at work or in Martin’s apartment, which was becoming quite an impossible feat. Thus, to let it all out was therapeutic. Being comforted by her Giant lover made everything better too, at least until she would have to be separated from him.

Unfortunately, such an event was bound to happen at work the next day, and Candy knew it all too well. When Martin and Candy arrived at work together the following day, Mr. Hardon was hasty to intercept Martin and hand him another thick stack of forms to work on. Martin was none the wiser, not discerning that the tasks were mere busywork intended to distract and divert him away from his girl. Once Martin was out of range, Mr. Hardon returned to Candy’s cubicle with a bloodcurdling leer that churned her stomach. He forcibly ripped her away from her desk and conveyed her into his office, slamming the door behind him.

He flung her onto his own massive desk and stopped her from escaping by swatting her back to the center with his palm whenever she attempted to dart away. Candy flopped down in misery and defeat. She didn’t know why she even tried to escape anymore: Mr. Hardon knew all her tricks, could easily anticipate her actions, and was a million times bigger and stronger than her. She had yet to successfully get away, not even the first time when she had caught him by surprise. She shriveled up like a raisin and shook.

“Now, what should I do with you today?” Mr. Hardon rumbled, like an approaching cataclysmic storm. He stared at Candy long and hard, his lips turned up at the corners of his mouth. He was in no hurry, intentionally drawing out the suspense to antagonize his victim. He leaned over Candy, dwarfing her with his mountainous frame. A plaintive whimper escaped her lips as she cowered before him.

“I must confess I am rather peckish. I had a light breakfast,” Mr. Hardon remarked, rubbing his belly. An audible growl emanated from his midsection, as if his stomach was clamoring in agreement. Candy’s face went ashen. “Then again... I have other needs as well.” His hand kneaded his crotch, and she turned green with revulsion. “Oh, what to do, what to do...”

He scratched his chin. “On the other hand, maybe I should try something new today. New experiences are always interesting, wouldn’t you say, Candy?” She didn’t know what he had in mind, but the sadistic gleam animating his pale eyes sickened her.

Candy squirmed with agony. Mr. Hardon hadn’t even started yet, and she already knew without a shade of doubt she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She reflected that even Ronny was perceptive enough to plainly see it. He could have used the opportunity he had yesterday to destroy her, but instead he refrained. He recognized that, under the circumstances, finally doing her in would be merciful, and since he hated her, he preferred to let her suffer through the worst tortures. Candy didn’t want to live anymore, if this was how her life was going to be.

“N-no m-more,” Candy stuttered, failing hard to be assertive.

“What was that?” Mr. Hardon mocked. “Oh, that’s cute. You think you have a choice in the matter. You can’t defy me, darling, so don’t even try.”

“I quit,” Candy said, slightly louder this time.

“You can’t. I’ll fire Martin,” Mr. Hardon retorted. “I’ll have him blacklisted from every company in this town. Big Corp has a lot of influence, you know. He’ll never be able to find a job again. And when he finds out it’s your fault, he’ll blame you and he won’t love you anymore.”

Candy wavered, but this time even the threat of losing Martin forever wasn’t enough. She had reached her breaking point. She hated the consequences, but she couldn’t protect Martin anymore, and he would resent her when he found out. She wasn’t strong enough to hold everything on her shoulders any longer; she was being crushed under the weight of her hardships. She was giving up. “You can’t hold that over me anymore, Mr. Hardon. I quit. I’m done. And I’m never coming back.”

She trotted away from Mr. Hardon towards the opposite edge of his desk. If he refused to help her down, she had every intention of jumping off on her own. She was desperate for an out, in whatever way it manifested. Her spirit was shattered beyond repair. When Mr. Hardon comprehended that she was deathly serious about not coming back, his face twisted into a scowl of pure fury. Briefly, he was too stunned to act. He almost couldn’t believe, after all this time and everything that had happened, that he had finally managed to break her. Her fortitude had been remarkable, truly extraordinary, but he supposed everyone had moments of weakness. Before she could make it to the edge of the desk, Mr. Hardon pinched the back of her shirt between his fingers and dragged her back.

“Let go of me!” Candy protested, wriggling pointlessly as the Giant lifted her up to his eye level. “You can’t keep me here forever!”

Mr. Hardon gave her a long, hard look. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say any of that. So I won’t give you any sort of extra punishment. But I will give you some time inside my stomach to think it over.” Candy blanched as he handed her the tiny bottle of pills.

“I’m not taking any more of those stupid pills,” Candy spat defiantly.

Mr. Hardon raised an eyebrow. “Really now? Because I’m going to eat you whether you take one or not. Is that really how you want to die? To be digested alive?” Without waiting for a response, he dangled Candy above his mouth and opened wide. He lowered her down into his jaws with a dramatically slow movement.

“No!” Candy squealed, kicking his upper lip as she entered the drooling mouth below. His gullet gaped open below her like an abyss. His rows of gigantic white teeth stretched above her, draping a shadow over her. She tried to cling to the Giant’s fingers to avoid being dropped inside, but he released her onto his wet tongue and the walls of bone slammed shut around her. Candy hastily screwed open the bottle of pills and downed one before the Giant had the chance to swallow her. Above all else, she feared being digested after experiencing the horrors of his gastrointestinal system so many times. She’d rather be killed in one of Ronny’s sick cat-and-mouse games that die from being eaten alive.

He tossed her around on his tongue a bit, making her drop the pill bottle as it slipped out of her hands. The remaining pills spilled all over the inside of his mouth. Candy shrieked in fear as she slid backwards and down into his gullet. He swallowed, and she slipped down his throat like a slimy vertical slide, fighting back the whole way down before splashing into his belly.

Mr. Hardon spat out the miniscule pill bottle and the rest of the pills into his hand. He was relieved to see she had managed to take a pill before he swallowed her, because she was useless to him dead. He needed time to think about what he was going to do with her. He hadn’t intended to break his favorite new plaything so soon. He knew, without any doubts, he couldn’t let her leave work now, no matter what, or else she wouldn’t come back.

He felt a kick in his belly, and smirked to himself. Despite giving up earlier, she hadn’t lost all her fire yet. He could still have so much fun with her.

Chapter 40

Chapter 1

#g/t vore #gt vore #soft vore #v.ore #vo.re #vor.e #v0re #v0r3 #big corp inc #g/t #giant/tiny #tiny #giant #g/t writing #size difference #g/t fluff #giant tiny #gt writing #vore writing

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USA 1997

#USA1997 #AMERICAN SOFTWORKS CORPORATION #ASC GAMES #GRAY MATTER INC.#ACTION #IBM #PS1 #PERFECT WEAPON

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Oooh can I get headcanons for Jacob’s captive, please???

And maybe an AU where Paola worked with Nate and Sully instead of Rafe and Sam?

tysm for asking~! alfdjd hokay so the "jacob's captive" au is essentially an au where syb and pratt's roles are swapped, so we have pratt as the one trying to save hope county lmaooo, anyway:

syb actually managed to escape the initial helicoptor crash. she made it far enough to hear burke's radio call, but as she was running through the woods she unwittingly was herded and circled by a pack of judges. jacob comes in and makes some snide remark about how her attempt to wash away her scent in the stream was pitiful, and he hauls her back to the compound, where she's zip-tied and forced to her knees alongside joey and whitehorse. her hope of rescue is momentarily dashed when burke's soaking wet and unconscious body is dragged in, but rekindled when she realizes that pratt is still out there. everyone is split up, and she's sent off to the whitetails.

i'm just gonna pretend that her military career is just frank castle's, so she has training and experience that make her a tougher nut to crack than most of the people that get sent to jacob's cages. he takes breaking her on as a personal project. she's been trained to withstand torture, but everyone has their breaking point. he just needs to figure out what hers is.

he actually has to keep her separated from the others while in the cages because she has a weird way of calming and instilling hope and resilience in his captives and he just can't have that, now can he?

i only have one scene/sequence fully thought out, but: there's one night where she wakes from a fitful sleep to find that the door to her cage is open. not unlocked. fully open. and she should have realized that it's a trick. a trap. a test. but she's hungry and desperate enough that she doesn't think about it. the second red flag should have been that the yard was completely empty. void of guards. she tries to save and free the others, but she can't find a key, and as the other prisoners raise a commotion, the guards inside the vets center are on alert. and it breaks her heart, but she has to cut her losses and run. she's more helpful to them free. so she grabs the third red flag, a knife conveniently left in the open and RUNS. she's hunted through the woods, much like the night of the reaping, but she knows better now. she knows jacob's tactics. seen how he trains his men. she can do this. she can escape. she ends up taking a chosen hostage, holding that knife to his neck and threatens to kill him when jacob and his hunters eventually close in on her. of course, this plan backfires because jacob just shoots the guy she's holding hostage in the head, spraying her with blood and gray matter. he does commend her on making it farther than he though she would though.

he holds her to a higher standard than all the others being put through the trials. eventually she learns just how far she has to bend to keep him happy and she does because tbh, he wears her down and life is just easier when she does. but what really gets her in jacob's good graces and out of the cages and into a more secretarial position is when she gives (unsolicited) advice regarding some battle plans. the thing about being caged up in the yard is that she hears a lot of talk from the soldiers, and she's able to piece together what he's planning. she points out a flaw in his plan that, if left unaddressed would have led to the death of a lot of his men. it's after the success of that mission that she's finally let out of the cages, given a bowl of broth, and a bed/cot to sleep in...and of course, eventually she finds her way into his bed

and ooooooooh that's a fun au for paola :3c (also it's been a loooong time ince i've playd uc4 so excuse me for anything i misremember)

she gets roped in fairly early in italy. i like to think that she's at the villa as an authenticator for the pieces being auctioned. she doesn't want to be there, mind you, but it was some sort of PR thing for the university she works for so she did it anyway. besides, she got free food that she promptly shoved into her purse, so it wasn't all bad.

oh, i think her involvement in the whole thing on nate and sully's side happens in a very diane kruger's character in national treasure. kind of way. like she goes to confront sam for stealing the cross, because she's got to maintain the reputation of her institution, only to get caught in the crossfire and swept up in the getaway, nearly dies, and then insists she stay involved, because she still feels responsible for the artifact

she had an absolutely godawful time in scotland. she hates the cold.

helping nate and sully solve those tower puzzles in madagascar made her realize why people do the whole treasure hunting thing. she still thinks its an awful, terrible business where private collectors rob the world of cultural heritage that doesn't belong to them...but like...the thrill of solving a mystery that's hundreds of years old...she gets it now.

tbh i think she's hanging out with sully, commiserating (and drinking wine if she can) whenever nate is off doing something dumb and reckless

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #jacob's captive au #oc: paola orsini

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Pillow 24 - No risk without slime (Woman into snail TF tale by SkS)

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She had got herself in a real pickle, you might even say she was permanently screwed.

For over half a decade Shift Inc. had dominated the corporate world to the point where most other corporations in their sector, and even those outside of it, pledged to them or lived in their shadow. They held a tight grasp on the patents of their revolutionary hormonal treatments and neither protests, nor legal action had managed to break that grasp, rather the contrary in fact.

That reality had left those corporations living in their shadow in the precarious situation of either having to accept Shift Inc. conditions or fail over and over again at creating products similar to them.

Which had more often than not led to disasters.

It was a small gray pill, which she was holding with two fingers in front of her face, her green eyes stiffly stared at the tiny thing.

“I don’t think it’s worth it, chief… Let’s just forget about the presentation…!” her assistant mumbled, who was recording with their phone so there was evidence of the dumb scheme she was about to commit to.

Suzanne was a young business woman, not far away from her thirties. White skinned and with a soft brown shoulder length haircut, she was wearing the usual business outfit of a suit - jacket and skirt, blouse, pantyhose, comfy shoes, her ID card hanging round her neck.

Like many others in her position she was the product of nepotism, niece of a one of the high ranking directors, she got her position shortly after college despite her lack of experience and began her climb up the corporate ladder, but as the years passed the climb slowed down and she didn’t like that.

She wanted to make it big.

During the previous year she managed to get on her boss' good side and get herself appointed to the position of head of the team trying for their last attempt to get a piece of Shift Inc. markets. The result was the pill she was holding.

The woman knew every detail about it. Retro-engineered from Shift Inc. products, the idea was that by mixing different beasts hormones instead of focusing on a single type they created a more stable formula that had all the benefits without the risk of metamorphosing.

If it was true the little pill would make them the new kings of the market.

If true.

The animal tests had proven to be successful.

Mostly successful.

But the research team was asking for at least another four more years of tests… four more years after they had already wasted one with barely anything to show for it…

Suzanne’s plan was simple: Swallow the pill and reveal to everyone in the middle of today's presentation that she had done so without suffering any consequences. That would prove to the directors they should get the time they needed to finish the testing, but would also probably gain her a seat at the table.

Of course, there was the marginal chance of metamorphosing.

She wasn’t oblivious to the risks, she wasn’t stupid, along with everyone else she had seen videos of such events and knew a friend of a friend that had somehow ending up as a zoo attraction, livestock or pet… but the presentation was in twenty minutes and she didn’t have any other options…

The woman wondered if she had been set up to fail… Was that the reason why the boss had agreed so quickly to her request? The reason why her rivals hadn’t bothered to sabotage the project? It didn’t matter much anymore, either she had something to show or she was out.

Even if her rational mind was screaming, begging, pleading with her to admit that such a thought was utterly dumb and that she would regret it, she had already decided that her humanity wasn’t worth a thing if she couldn’t make it to the top.

It was a calculated risk.

“You’re my witness,” she told her assistant, trying to sound as calm and confident as she could, which wasn’t all that much. Then she smirked and winked at the phone’s camera. “There’s no glory without risk!”

Suzanne put the pill in her mouth, held it between her lips for a moment, closing her eyes, breathing deeply.

She swallowed, quickly, to avoid tasting it.

Both assistant and businesswoman stood still for what felt way too long, the assistant looking at her boss as if she feared she was about to pop out of existence at any moment.

Suzanne dispelled the tension by loudly clearing her throat.

“That… wasn’t too bad…” she mumbled.

“Do you feel anything chief?” her assistant asked.

“It’s a neutral pill, you aren’t supposed to feel anything…” she did have a deep tingle in her tummy and a numbing sensation in her legs, but she decided it was just that she was nervous. “And I don’t, so that must mean it worked.”

“I guess so …”

“Did you get it?”

The assistant nodded.

“Yeah, I have the vid.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time!” Suzanne stood up with determination, grabbing her dossier. “We have to be the first ones in the meeting!”

“Sure!”

Her assistant hastened to follow her. The meeting room for the presentation was on the floor below. They took the elevator and from there it was just a matter of walking the few meters down the corridor between the office cubicles.

Just a few meters.

Suzanne focused on ignoring the increasing tingle that had climbed all the way up to her hips. She mentally repeated to herself that everything was fine, that she was a winner.

Her wobbly legs meant nothing.

She continued doing it, until her final step failed to find its floor and she tripped over.

“Iiiiiih!” with a womanly squeak of surprise she fell forward.

Her assistant tried to grab her, but it was too late. She fell, landing on her knees and hands, making even more noise, her dossier and her ID card landed a few steps in front of her, her foot slipped out of her shoe.

A load of heads of other workers popped out of their cubicles, glad to have a distraction from their boring office chores, as the assistant rushed to help the fallen woman.

“Suzanne!”

“AUCH! Shit! My…! Fuck!”

Suzanne sat down on the floor, grabbing the leg whose foot had lost it’s shoe. Her body was becoming cramped and at the same time her skin felt like it was buzzing.

Something was noticeably wrong.

“Are you hurt?” the assistant asked, kneeling by her side.

“I… My feet feel… Doesn’t…”

“Doesn’t what?”

“Doesn’t feel!” the business woman moaned.

Bending forward she reached for her shoeless foot, and with trembling hands rubbed it, trying to control the build up of tears. Then the horror began…

As she rubbed, hoping desperately that the only thing that was happening was that her muscles had fallen asleep, she squeezed her sole, causing a loud squishing sound and greenish slimy substance to pour through the thin nylon of her pantyhose.

Her hand instantly pulled away.

She lost her breath.

When she pressed her foot she hadn't felt any bones, it was as if the foot of her pantyhose was filled with jello. Suzanne and the assistant stared at each other, both equally pale.

“Suzanne… you… are you…”

“NO!” Suzanne cried. “I’m not! I… We just have to get to the meeting room, that’s all!”

The woman shook her head, trying to smile, as she lost movement in the hand that she had used to squeeze her hypothetically missing foot and that was covered in slime. She made a vain attempt to get up, only to drop right back to her knees.

There were lots of office workers now watching the scene with a mix of curiosity and worry.

“Only have to reach the meeting…!” Suzanne sobbed.

She couldn’t move her leg any more, so she got herself up onto all fours and began to crawl, dragging the motionless leg, dripping a trail of slime. The fingers of her slime covered hand lost their nails, along with their shape, merging with the the others, forming a lump at the end of the arm.

The assistant, who was still kneeling at her side, gasped and jumped backwards, hitting the wall of one of the cubicles, covering their mouth with both hands as they watched as one of the eyes of their crawling boss began to swell out of it’s eye-socket while the green pupil expanded, taking up the entire eyeball.

Sobbing and gasping Suzanne stopped crawling as the ripping sounds began.

Her ass was inflating, bubbling, the increasing mass lifting her skirt and stretching the cloth of her pantyhose, and the panties inside them, to their limit. Around her swelling eye her face began to transition from pale to a soft greenish-brown, Suzanne looked back, shaking uncontrollably.

“W-what now…?” she muttered.

The assistant tried to reach her again.

“Chief…!”

But this time they were stopped by a loud sound.

SNAP.

Inside her pantyhose, panties snapped as the growing bulge at her rear continued it’s progression. becoming large, bulky, brown, hard. A spiral patterned shape began to form on one of it’s sides.

“What the hell is that!”

Suzanne gulped, staring directly at her deforming rear. Her legs were shrinking and merging under the hard brown mass, leaving her pantyhose empty and wet on the floor.

“Ahhhh… Ahhhh…” she felt her entrails getting sucked up, her arm disappearing inside her blouse sleeve, a sensation of pressure as her entrails reconfigured, in her belly, in her vagina… “Shell…” she groaned. “It’s a freaking shell…!”

“Shell?” gasped the assistant. “Why a sheeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Her assistant couldn’t contain their scream when they saw how, in Suzanne’s face, on the same side that had turned brownish and slimy, her swollen eye had come completely out of it’s socket, pushed by the tubular prehensile appendage growing behind it. They continued screaming as their boss’ green eye became dark and dull at the end of that wriggling tentacle.

Suzanne bit her lips.

“Mollusk…” she grunted, bitterly. “The lab used mollusk hormones to fill in the gaps in the mix…” her clothes were sliding down off her moist body, her bust was showing up, her legs finished their transition into a singular foot. “Snails are mollusks…” she continued with her trembling voice. “I am going… I am a snail… I am a mollusk!”

“Don’t talk nonsense…!” her assistant sobbed.

The mollusk-woman was now shaking non-stop, leaking slime from every inch of her skin, her body gradually sucking up her limbs. No toes or fingers left, legs and one arm completely gone. A constricting state of pressure that made every movement, even breathing, difficult.

“Ffffffpfffffffuuuk! FFFFFFFUUUUUK!”

Putting what little she had left into it, Suzanne began to shake her limbless tubular body left and right, fighting the constraints of her clothes, pulling herself forward in desperation.

Stretching and contracting, just like a snail would.

Her muscles softened from the motion, but she was stuck in her skirt, cursing until her assistant removed the fabric from her almost fully formed shell. Suzanne bent her neck in an inhuman way to look at them, her remaining human eye was already being pushed out by a tentacle.

“Thhahannnnnnnks!” she gurgled.

She was losing her teeth.

Holding the skirt, all the assistant could do was nod.

Freed of her business suit, Suzanne continued to drag herself along the floor in that humiliating fashion, which was even more distressing now that she was fully naked and so clearly non-human.

There was no room for any doubt in any of the witnesses to that scene, the woman was metamorphosing… and soon she wouldn’t be a woman at all…

Suzanne’s shoulders diminished into the singular slug-like form that was consuming her body. Dragging herself along seemed to accelerate the changes, her lower body losing its shape with every inch, the nipples of her once very attractive breasts consumed by the slime, leaving only two barely defined lumps.

Her neck retracted into her torso until there seemed to be no distinction left between one area and the other, her whole body began to slowly shrink as she tried uselessly to advance.

“Teeeeeh rrrrroooooooommmmh meeeeeeetttiiiiiiiiiing…” she bubbled with her toothless mouth.

She wasn’t advancing much, and was actually losing progress due to the shrinking.

Her assistant, horrified and shocked by their last dwindling stand of human determination, moved in front of the snail-woman, unable to think of any way she could help.

Because there wasn’t anything they could do.

“S-Suzanne, I’m so sorryyyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

They were once again forced to jump backwards by a new tentacle, long and white, that suddenly sprouted out of a hole near Suzanne’s face. The opening at the end of that new appendage winked near the screaming assistant’s head.

“What is that?! What the fuck is that thing?!” the assistant sobbed.

Suzanne, uninterrupted by the screams, continued her slow dragging pilgrimage into mollusk-hood. The white tube shrank back inside her body, her hair had begun to fall out, her face was almost totally unrecognizable. Her nose was reduced into two holes that were starting to close as another set of tentacles grew from the side of her mouth to replace their function.

“Mmmmaaaaaaa ccccuuuuunttttt…” gasped Suzanne, distant and absent minded, answering the assistants questions. “Mmmmaaaaaaaaaa coooooooockkkk…! Tehhh rrrooooommmmhhhh…!”

Her voice was a gurgling unintelligible mess, she had by now shrunk enough to be smaller than a large dog and she was still reducing in size. Ears by now were long gone, she had completely lost her body hair, leaving only shell and slime. She kept dragging herself and shrinking, diminishing even quicker as she approached the conclusion of the changes.

Smaller than a dog.

Smaller than a cat.

Despite how much she had struggled to reach her goal, she only managed to reach her ID card and by then she was snail size…

A big snail, one the size of a fist…

But just a snail.

Suzanne’s beauty and humanity had been replaced by the moist cuteness of a common brownish shelled mollusk that you could find in the soil in any park. The tiny creature climbed on top of the ID card, her chunky foot slimeing the photo of the woman in the card.

The assistant approached, carefully, scared of squashing the poor thing.

At the end of the corridor, there was the company director, surrounded by a posse of assistants and bootlickers. Those who were most eager to lick rushed to open the meeting room door, while she was waiting, their boss looked for a moment towards the corridor and saw the snail.

The snail stretched her eye-tentacles, staring back.

The boss’ face screwed up in disgust.

“YOU!” she screamed, pointing at the speechless assistant. “Get rid of repulsive THING or I will get your ass fired!”

The many coworkers who had been watching, and perhaps enjoying, Suzanne’s humiliating transformation quickly hid in their cubicles, as their boss yelled. The assistant nodded with their mind blank and their mouth open, before they could say anything their boss and her posse had re-entered the meeting room and closed the door with a slam.

“B-but…” the assistant managed to babble, by now way too late.

Left alone in the corridor and engulfed by the noise of an office going back to work they picked up that ID card, the snail stayed balanced on top, it was hard to tell what the mollusk thought behind it’s dull dark eyes… but the creature was making slime-bubbles with it’s mouth.

The assistant stared at the snail, then at the corridor behind them.

Suzanne’s clothes lay ripped, wet and scattered across the floor.

Empty.

She had bet… and lost…

Lost hard.

There was no glory at the end of her path, just a trail of slime. Just like many, many other business ladies and lads before her, she had tried to win a spot at the top by competing with Shift Inc., risking it all against the world, and she had paid the price.

As had the many before her and the ones that would certainly try after her.

“I’m gonna have to buy a terrarium…” the assistant mumbled.

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You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you

Stephen King

This will be a different version of the blog as Night Shift is a collection of 20 short stories. So, rather than go in depth on each, I am listing these in the order I liked them, from best to worst with a synopsis of each.

1. Graveyard Shift: To me, this is a perfect horror short story. A crew at a mill gets recruited to clean the abandoned basement at night. The further in the filth they get, the more dangerous and tense it gets. If you are not afraid of rats before you read it, you will be after.

2. Boogeyman: One of the shortest stories in the book (and the first in the audiobook version I listened to) is also one of the most impactful. Soon to be a theatrical movie in 2023, the story centers entirely on a man on the brink of sanity talking to a psychiatrist about a Boogeyman that is haunting him.

3. Quitter’s Inc.: Way before Chantix, the titular company had a very novel, and brutally affective way for you to quit smoking. Our hero, Dick, questions the methods but finds the company has its way of making you stick to the contract.

4, The Mangler: I’ll be honest: this one may have have rose a spot or two just for the bitchin’ name. The mangler in question lives up to that name, being a piece of industrial laundry equipment that goes rogue after being possessed by a demon (that old chestnut).

5. Children of the Corn: I grew up in the 80′s and 90′s, so I was familiar with the movie and the generalization for creepy kids, but I had never read the story. It doesn’t disappoint. A couple have their car break down in Nebraska and find the nearest town has been overrun by crazed progeny.

6. The Ledge: A tennis pro cheats with a mob boss’s wife and is caught as he tries to leave with her. The boss ‘wagers’ the man’s freedom with his life: if the man can edge his way completely around the high-rise’s tiny ledge, he can keep his life and ex-wife. Technicalities, misunderstandings and double-crosses ensue.

7. I am the Doorway: King’s version of science fiction: have a guy travel in a spaceship around Venus and come back with an entity using his body as a host and growing eyes in the mans hands. Those around the man here on Earth question his story at their own peril.

8. Strawberry Spring: I didn’t think I was going to like this one about a murderer loose on a college campus, but it really started growing on me as it went along. The foggy, steamy weather helps the killings of Springheel Jack and he makes a return 8 years later when Strawberry Spring comes back,

9. Gray Matter: This is a very straight-forward story (if that’s possible from Stephen King), but involves strange happenings in a small town and that’s where King absolutely excels. The build-up starts with a young boy going a bar to get beer for his dad but also warn the patrons of something coming over his old man. The tension follows them all the way to the house to check it out.

10. Lawnmower Man: Weird, gross, farcical, funny...Lawnmower Man is this and more. A company in a residential neighborhood becomes known for the meticulous yard cutting and their secretive ownership. Harold Parkette decides he will decide the quality and the secrets himself by hiring them, but gets more than he bargained for, in many ways.

11. One For the Road: The first of two stories in the ‘Salem’s Lot universe, this one is post novel events. A man and his family get stuck in a blizzard in the Lot. He walks to Tookey’s Bar to get help and the gang there fears the worst. Sure enough, they find the car, but the wife and daughter are gone and vampires have shown up.

12. Jerusalem’s Lot: Full disclosure here, I am not a big ‘Salem’s Lot fan. I like it well enough, but it’s definitely not my favorite. Fans of that book would probably have this one higher. Whereas, the other story happens after the events of the book, this story is a prequel told in correspondence between colonial residents.

13. The Last Rung on the Ladder: This one is intense and depressing, sharing the story of siblings of have had divergent paths since an incident when they were kids. Most of the story, and the tension, centers on the sister get hung up on a ladder and the brother rushing to save her. The resolution left something to be desired, in my opinion.

14: Battleground: This one may be the most far-fetched. A hit man, one of the best we’re told, does battle tiny ‘toy’ soldiers who are very much alive and very keen on destroying him. As crazy as the premise is, you start to get invested and you’re really not sure who to root for.

15. The Man Who Loved Flowers: This one escalates quickly. King begins this one as a straight-up love story...I should have known better. The man from the title buys flowers for a woman named Norma, whom he considers the love of his life. When the flowers get delivered, everything takes a horrible turn.

16. Trucks: In one of the laziest stories, this one is about...trucks...that become sentient. The reason this one isn’t on the bottom of this list is some of the clever ways King humanizes the machines. But, everything from the characters to the third act just don’t land.

17. The Woman in the Room: The story isn’t bad, it just goes on a little too long and makes me think about mine and my family’s impending demise. It pretty much centers entirely on a man’s decision on whether to force pills to his terminally ill mother. Maybe it’s because I’m living in a post Dr. Kevorkian world, but there seems like a lot of hemming and hawing over a decision we’re pretty sure he’s already made.

18. Night Surf: This takes place in the universe of The Stand, but is a really watered down version of characters we don’t know and frankly, don’t care about. None of them are particularly likeable. I appreciate King wanting to explore other aspects of the pandemic, but this ain’t it. Luckily for us, this is one of the shortest stories in the book.

19: Sometimes They Come Back: We get a few early King tropes in this one: bad guys coming back, mistakes coming back to haunt main characters, teachers being heroes. I’m just not sure all the pieces fit together and I can’t for the life of me figure out these guys got to come back from the dead and there isn’t much satisfaction in the ending either.

20. I Know What You Need: Creepy, but not in the typical SK fashion. This one is just cringe-worthy. A young college coed gets wooed by an odd fellow, who turns out to have some sort of control over her and has been obsessed with her for a long time. Full of 60′s and 70′s ideas that quickly were out of style, even at that time.

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