#sniffing is weird bro

[starrytoya]

genuinely what drugs is shaiapouf on

[lemongrablothbrok]

Yup because he's a neeeeerrrrrrrrrd...lol...

Jimmy Page, Strider and Robert Plant at Bron-Yr-Aur, 1970.

[mrfoox]

Me: -runs around without pants/only in underwear regularly with company-

Someone visiting: -removes shirt for a few moments-

Me: 😳 that's... Thats not fair 🥺

[yawnderu]

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley — Masterlist 💀🖤

cr: @ave661

Simon Riley Moodboard | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist

This Masterlist only has the material I've created in 2024. To explore older works, you can check my Main Masterlist, or use the tags #Simon Riley x Fem!Reader or #Ghost mw2 on my profile to access all my works!

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Ongoing Series Lorelei

Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

K-9

Simon Riley and his pathetic efforts to get close to the new medic will earn him a scar or two

or

Simon Riley is in love with an uninterested, tired medic.

Angel

Synopsis: Afraid of giving you the same destiny all his loved ones met, an emotionally unavailable Simon does his best to pretend being in love with you for one night, later deciding to introduce you to the one person who can give you the love you want; John Price.

Smut

Silly love-making

Simon's obsession with pornstar!reader

Sex on camera

No man could act this good

Using his naked body for art purposes

Love-making

FWB!Simon cucking your hookup

Tattoo Artist!Simon

Prettiest girl in Edinburgh

Hybrid cat!Reader tag teamed by Simon and Johnny

Soul-crushing devotion and medical emergencies

AI!Reader gets a physical body

Neet!Reader jerks him off

Hybrid wolf!Simon x Catgirl!Reader

Sleep-walking, but fucking instead

Simon becomes vocal when you give him blowjobs

Rimming him

Monster fucker

Dick headcanons

Catgirl in heat

Drabbles

Gym bros Johnny and Simon

Creature!Reader

Tag team 🌶️

Simon Riley is a stray, roughed up cat

Seduction goes against the rules

Nymphomaniac!Reader

Immortal!Reader

The phrase ''the wife'' is always in Simon's mouth

Choking🌶️

Cock warming🌶️

Lipstick marks on his cock

Neet!Reader sniffing his armpits

Milf!Reader drives Simon insane🌶️

Military high ranked!Reader

What turns him off

I have no faith, but I believe in you

You and your daughter love his tattooed arm

Simon is a furnace

Creature!Reader cuddles

Asking for sex after he had a bad day

Cumming too early🌶️

Wearing a white wife beater

Girl dad

Raccoon

Simon makes weird faces under the mask

Juiciest ass in the Task Force

Bulking

Dating a MILF

Naked cuddles

Relationship similar to Batman and Catwoman

Work Song

Cumming on your glasses🌶️

Touch starvation

Fluff & Hurt/Comfort

Expensive presents

Displays of trust

The most broken man turns to religion when you're hurt

A man without big pecs is like an angel without wings

Simon Riley was made for soul-crushing devotion

Broken man in love

Cuddles after a bad day

Simon is a giant black cat

Ai!Assistant Reader

Ai!Assistant Reader bothering Simon

Second chance at being an uncle to your niece

''I'll be the weapon when he needs protection''

Moody catgirl

Red panda hybrid!Reader

Hiccups during sex🌶️

First relationship

Angst

Emotionally unavailable

Immortal!Reader doesn't come back to life

Angel - Part I | Part II

[onyxmilk]

Twilight x f!Reader; “Missing” (p2)

notes; part 2 to this !! sorry for the long wait :( !! tw; fem!reader wc; 1.5k tl; @dianexo-v @mr-underhills-things @solaeirr @lenguasdegatofan @0vendettaself @sassy-cat-in-town @dreaminmemories

Twilight opened the front door, nodding when he saw Franky and smiled when he saw Anya. They had just come back after their outing to the cafe, but rather than looking excited, Franky had a frantic look on his face. “Bro, we need to talk. A-S-A-P.” Franky said, cutting to the chase as if the matter was urgent. Twilight nodded, sensing the seriousness in Franky’s voice before sending Anya off to her room and sitting down with Franky. Currently, Yor was out and Anya had wanted some uncle time, it was the perfect opportunity for Twilight to give updates on his mission.

“Remember [AgentName]?” Franky asks, Twilight deadpanned for a moment giving Franky a weird look. “Yes..? Franky, that’s my wife.” Twilight whisper yelled, Franky just chuckled nervously in response, “Well, she hasn’t received any messages from you in the last two freaking years.” The short man says. That explained a lot.

Twilight sighed, “That explains the lack of messages in return..” The blond said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But get this, you’re a real father too.” Franky mentioned before making an explosion noise with his mouth and doing some motion with his hands.

Loid choked on his drink, “Pardon?” he asked as he coughed up some of the drink. “You have a daughter, like a biological one!” Franky said, seemingly the only excited one of the two about this news. “And she didn’t tell me?” Loid whispered softly, mostly to himself, Franky shrugged. “She seemed hurt that you hadn’t reached out, maybe that’s why..” Franky replied, Loid just held his head.

He had been reaching out, someone or something had been cutting contact between him and his wife. He had told her not to contact him unless he contacted her first- but here he sat regretting that choice. “I should get going..” Franky said standing up, “Wait, if I can’t trust Nightfall to deliver messages to The Handler, can you deliver a message to her directly?” Loid asked.

Franky acted like he was thinking, making Loid shake his shoulders, “Fine.” Franky gave in. Loid wrote a long message before tucking into the envelope and handed it to Franky. Franky signed and took the paper before heading out and to where Twilight and [AgentName] lived and slipped the envelope into the mailbox and went on his way.

It would be the following afternoon when [YourName] opened her mailbox and found a piece of mail addressed to her using her agent name. [YourName]’s heart skipped a beat, she grabbed the remaining mail and rushed back inside. Luckily, Lotte was sound asleep, napping.

[YourName] carefully opened the envelope, fearful of what was inside. Divorce papers? An apology? Or a mission? She had no idea, she had hoped it was the middle option, but half of her wouldn’t blame Twilight if he chose to divorce her.

“To my Sweet Angel,”

Okay, well seems good so far…

“I want to start this letter off with an apology, for it seems the messages I’ve been sending for the last two years haven’t graced your beautiful (EyeColor) colored eyes, and that absolutely breaks my heart. You deserve a night out, alone, with me, though I won’t be able to serve that up for another six months. This mission is almost over and I’ll return to your arms, along with our child that I’ve just been told about. Why didn’t you reach out? Two years, Angel, and not once did you break protocol. As much as I appreciate it, when you’re going through desperate times, i.e. giving birth to our first born, is definitely a great reason to do so. I hope I haven’t missed too much, just as I miss your face…

-Twilight”

[YourName] broke down into tears, thanking whatever god out there that existed for this message. She gently brought the paper up to her face as she cried, unintentionally sniffing it and getting a whiff of that cologne Twilight had spread across their bedsheets on days he didn’t feel like showering before a nap.

[YourName] could hardly believe that Twilight hadn’t asked for a divorce. That it was all some miscommunication, not even on her end, but on his. Half of her was pissed, was he trying to seamlessly dance his way back into her life? She didn’t know if she was exactly ready for that, if Lotte could handle that.

With a sigh, [YourName] placed the letter on the kitchen counter. She had to prepare to write some sort of response, she was hurt but happy to hear from her husband. Why didn't he try other ways to contact you beforehand? It broke her heart to know he hadn't thought of delivering a message to the handler himself.

[YourName] brushed those thoughts away and decided to make herself a snack, then one for Lotte as well, preparing for when she woke up. While the woman ate her snack, she watched some tv show until she heard her daughter's cries. She set her bowl down and headed toward the nursery. [YourName] scooped Lotte up and comforted her while opening the curtains.

Lotte was only two, but she could always tell when something was off with her mother. When she was finished getting changed into some afternoon clothing, Lotte made it her mission to make her mother feel better. She tried sharing her food, cuddling [YourName], and other things toddlers could do- but nothing seemed to work.

"Mama! Mama!" Lotte cried rushing toward her mother, who sat on the couch and seemed lost in thought. "Hold!" Lotte said, handing her favorite stuffed animal to her mother, which finally broke [YourName] and she was in tears once more. Lotte gasped, climbing the couch and hugging her mother's arm. [YourName] brought her daughter in for a proper hug, kissing Lotte's head.

"How do you feel about meeting.. someone important to mama?" [YourName] asked, not letting it leak that this important someone was, in fact, Lotte's father. She wasn't even sure if Lotte knew what a 'father' was- it's not like she's in any schooling yet, all she knew is what she saw in her cartoons and her mother. Lotte looked like she was thinking, but she eventually nodded her head, "Yay!" she said.

A little was taken off of her shoulders, and after dinner that night while Lotte watched her cartoon, [YourName] wrote a reply to Twilight. It wasn't long, but it definitely wasn’t just your run-of-the-mill letter. To summarize her note to her husband, she basically said she was ready to meet up with him whenever he was ready.

The following morning, [YourName] delivers the message to The Handler who gets it to Twilight in no time.

Twilight was sitting at his desk when he received the letter, he thought- 'oh just another side mission' but when he opened and saw [YourName]'s handwriting, he melted. He took in the gentleness of the handwriting and how carefully it was folded, he even hesitated- but sniffed the paper, and just as he thought, it smelt just like the home you two shared.

After reading your note, Twilight cleared his schedule and sent a message to The Handler to send [YourName] to the hospital with their child. So, without questioning him, The Handler did just that. At first, [YourName] was confused why she was given direct orders to pick up Lotte from the babysitter's and go to the hospital, then it clicked in her head who she was going to go see.

"You know, Lotte, this is the hospital you were born in." [YourName] tells her daughter, the toddler just gasped at the news, "Woah!" She says in awe as the driver parks and lets [YourName] and Lotte out. "I'll be just a call away." The driver says before [YourName] could shut the door, she nods her head, shuts the door, and the driver leaves.

Walking into the hospital was something else. [YourName] saw familiar faces from the agency, and a nurse or two that checked in on her when she was in labor, it was all just a lot. Half of [YourName] wanted to chicken out, rush back outside and call for the driver- but she didn't. She couldn’t.

She made her way to Twilight's hallway, found the door to his office, and sighed before knocking. Lotte was on her hip, "Where, Mama?" Lotte asked. "We're seeing that important someone to mama, that's where we are." [YourName] replied softly, just then the door opened and there stood her husband, her daughter's father, the love of her life- Twilight.

"Oh my goodness.." Twilight whispered before ushering the two inside his office, he shut the door and went to hug both Lotte and [YourName]. [YourName] returned the hug with her free hand and softly breathed in her husband's scent, "I've missed you.." Twilight whispered to her. [YourName] smiled softly, nodding her head.

Eventually, [YourName] set Lotte down, allowing the toddler to play with the different toys that Twilight had out for planned clients he had canceled on for the day. "She looks like you.." Twilight said, admiring his daughter for the first time, "Really? I think she looks like her father," [YourName] replied with a sad smile.

After about an hour, and a snack, Lotte was out on the couch. Which finally left Twilight and [YourName] alone to talk. Before anything words could slip out, [YourName] slapped Twilight across the face before bringing him in for a kiss. "Don't think you're just getting away from the last two years, I'm absolutely pissed with you." [YourName] whispered to her husband before kissing him again.

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

✬

maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[polarspaz]

My two favorite Feral children.

I totally agree with the headcanon that Wolf Link had a hand in teaching Link how to survive in Breath of the Wild.

I like to also think that Link picked up a lot of weird mannerisms from Wolf Link. Like, sniffing things he’s curious about, flashing his teeth when he’s angry, or eating pretty much anything without complaint.

Anyway I see these two as really close brothers. Big bro Wolf Link would fight to death for his crazy gremlin brother.

[19ryan17]

Trent and Griff

Griff didn’t even want to go to the damn party.

He was just trying to survive junior year. Keep his head down, pass calc, maybe finally grow into his clothes. Instead, he found himself stuck in the back row of Chemistry next to Trent fucking Bennett—the only guy who made gym shorts look obscene in the winter. Built like a linebacker, voice like a truck engine, and eyes that made people forget how to talk.

And for whatever reason, Trent had made Griff his little project.

“You’re not getting in like that,” Trent muttered one day, eyeing Griff’s scrawny arms and oversized hoodie like it offended him. “They’ll laugh you out of the front lawn.”

Griff blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Trent just smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Don’t worry about it.”

Griff should’ve known. That was the beginning.

The next week, things started… shifting.

It was subtle at first. A weird tingling in his jaw. His face felt warmer all the time, like sunburn under his skin. When he looked in the mirror, he thought he saw the shadow of a jawline where his usual soft chin used to be. He figured he was imagining it.

Then he started sweating. Like, a lot.

During gym, his shirt would stick to his back, and he caught himself sniffing his armpit one day in the locker room. Muskier. Not bad, just... strong. One of his friends even wrinkled his nose and joked, “Dude, you get hit by a raccoon or something?”

But when Griff caught Trent’s gaze from across the locker room—watching him—he didn’t say anything. Just flushed and pulled his hoodie tighter around himself.

It was week three when Trent invited himself over.

They were playing video games in Griff’s room, sprawled out on beanbags, Griff in his usual hoodie and sweats. Trent, naturally, had his hoodie off, hairy forearms out, that ever-present smell of deodorant mixed with musk just thick in the air.

Griff shifted awkwardly. “Dude, when did you get so into fighting games?”

Trent just gave him a look. “You suck at them. That’s why I’m here.”

Griff was mid-snort when Trent suddenly reached over and grabbed his jaw.

“What the—”

Trent turned Griff’s face, his thumb stroking over Griff’s cheek.

“You’re getting stubble.”

Griff froze. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

He bolted to the mirror.

And—holy shit. He was. Not just stubble. He had the start of a beard. His upper lip had dark fuzz, his jawline had bristles. His neck was scratchy. He rubbed at it, confused.

“I never—dude, this is like, months too early.”

“Maybe you’re just a late bloomer,” Trent said casually, still lounging like this wasn’t insane.

Griff didn’t sleep that night. His voice had dropped too. A little raspier. A little lower.

By week five, Griff’s shirt didn’t fit.

His arms filled the sleeves out in a way that looked... jockish. His chest felt tight in everything. He had a little gut now, just soft enough to jiggle when he ran. And the hair. Fuck. His belly was fuzzed over. His pits were growing into little forests.

He’d been shaving daily. It didn’t help. The fur just came back thicker, darker, spreading down his legs and over his shoulders.

Even his scent had changed. He smelled like Trent. Sweaty, aggressive, hot-boy odor. People kept commenting.

“Damn Griff, you hit puberty or something?”

“Bro, you need to lay off the protein shakes. You’re starting to stink.”

“You smell like the gym.”

But Trent? Trent just smirked every time.

“You think it’s hot, don’t you?” Griff said one day, halfway teasing. But his voice cracked low, deep, almost seductive.

Trent didn’t answer.

The breakdown came the day Griff found a hair growing on his shoulder blade.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” he hissed at his reflection, his once-smooth body now covered in a messy patchwork of fur. His face had scruff even after shaving, his voice was like gravel, and he could feel the way his body jiggled when he moved.

He texted Trent:

"come over now. emergency."

They were back on the floor of Griff’s room, controllers abandoned.

Griff was pacing, breathing heavy, sweating even though it wasn’t hot. His gut pushed against his waistband. His tank top (when did he even start wearing tank tops?) clung to his hairy chest. He reeked of BO and body spray.

“I—I don’t know what’s happening, man. I feel like I’m turning into—fuck—I dunno. Some kinda dumbass jock or something. I can’t stop sweating. I have to shave every goddamn day. I smell like I haven’t washed my gym bag in a month—”

“Griff.”

Trent stood up.

Griff kept talking. “And I don’t even mind anymore when people say shit, which is fucked! I looked in the mirror this morning and thought, ‘hey, not bad,’ and I just—"

Trent grabbed him.

Pushed him hard against the wall.

Griff gasped.

Trent leaned in, hot breath against his ear.

“You wanna know what’s going on?” he growled.

Then—BAM—he shoved Griff’s face straight into his armpit.

Griff struggled at first, muffled and shocked. But then—

That smell. That fucking smell. Thick, ripe, drenched in Trent’s sweat. Animalistic. Heavy with pheromones. Griff’s brain shut down. Every thought drowned in musk.

He moaned.

Like actually moaned.

Something inside him clicked. Broke. Snapped like a stretched jockstrap.

He liked this. He wanted this. He wanted to smell like this every day. He wanted to be hairy and jiggly and sweaty and dumb. He wanted Trent to shove him into walls and make out with him until he couldn’t think straight.

He yanked back from Trent’s pit, panting. “Do it.”

Trent blinked. “Do what?”

Griff grinned, wild and flushed. “Fucking kiss me.”

They made out hard. Hands roaming, mouths hot and hungry, Griff grinding his thickening body against Trent like he was starving. Every inch of him was buzzing. Hairier. Smellier. Dumber. Hornier.

And Trent?

Trent just held him tight and whispered, “Told you you’d get in.”

They didn’t even make it downstairs for like an hour.

Griff was straddling Trent on the floor of his bedroom, their clothes half-on, half-off, the air practically dripping with boysmell. Every inch of Griff’s thicker frame was sticky, musky, and desperate. His body hair was full-on fur now—coarse curls down his chest, across his belly, even along his arms. His thighs felt like shag carpet. His voice had sunk so low it was basically a growl.

And he couldn’t stop smiling.

“You good?” Trent asked, brushing a sweaty lock of Griff’s hair off his forehead.

“I wanna suck your pits,” Griff blurted.

Trent laughed, a deep chuckle that made Griff grind harder.

“Later, dumbass. We got a club to hit.”

It took Griff three shirts before he found one that kinda fit. His body had gone full ex-jock-on-spring-break: thick arms, rounded belly, hairy chest peeking out from the collar. Nothing hugged him right. Everything was too tight or not tight enough.

Trent tossed him one of his own old tank tops. “Try this.”

It fit.

No, it clung. To his pecs. His gut. His newly grown lats.

"You look like you smell like Cheetos and bad decisions," Trent grinned.

Griff smirked. “I do.”

Club Pheromone wasn’t just any place. It was barely legal, half-underground, and you had to look the part. Trent always did—fitted jeans, muscles for days, that cocky sway in his walk.

Griff had never even been close to getting in.

But tonight?

Bouncer looked him up and down, gave a knowing sniff.

“Yo, you with him?” He nodded at Trent.

“Yeah.”

“You smell like him. You’re good.”

Griff’s stomach did a backflip.

The place was packed. Shirtless guys grinding under neon lights, sweaty, nasty, beautiful in the filthiest way. The air was thick with cologne and body spray and unwashed tank tops.

Griff fit right in.

And Trent knew everyone.

Scene: Club Bathroom

They hadn’t even been inside fifteen minutes when Griff dragged Trent into the grimy club bathroom.

“I need—fuck—I need to do something,” Griff groaned, adjusting his junk through his jeans, which had definitely gotten tighter.

“Dude, relax,” Trent said, grinning. “You’re just on. You feelin’ it?”

Griff nodded, panting. “Yeah, but I can’t stop—wanting you.”

Trent slammed him into the stall wall, kissed him hard, his hand sliding under Griff’s tank and gripping a handful of furry love handle.

Griff whined.

He didn’t care who heard.

The Change Continues

That night lit a fuse.

The next few weeks were chaos. Griff started skipping classes. He showed up to school in beat-up slides and pit-stained tanks. He kept a stick of deodorant in his backpack but rarely used it. “Trent likes me ripe,” he’d say, grinning stupidly. Teachers started calling his name and getting confused when a deep, groggy voice answered.

His friends couldn’t believe it. “Bro, you reek.”

He’d just sniff his pits, grin, and shrug. “Hot, right?”

His shoulders spread wider. His belly puffed out into a soft dome. His thighs rubbed when he walked. He gave up shaving. His beard grew in thick and wild. Chest hair peeked out the collar of every shirt. He sweat more. Farted more. Got dumber.

Words started dropping out of his sentences.

“Yo Trent,” he mumbled one afternoon, “you seen my...uh...thingy? The controller thingy?”

“You mean the remote?”

“Yeah. That.”

Trent just kissed his cheek. “Still hot.”

Scene: The Locker Room

Trent had dragged Griff to lift at his buddy’s garage gym.

Griff didn’t do much lifting. Just stood there in soaked gray shorts, tank top clinging to his pits, gut hanging over his waistband.

One of the guys sniffed. “Jesus, man. You get sprayed by a skunk or something?”

Griff just flexed his arm—soft but huge—and grinned.

“Nah, just natural, bro.”

Trent pulled him close and whispered, “You smell like a locker room floor. I fuckin’ love it.”

Scene: Jock House Vibes

Trent had his own place. It was basically a jock frat den: Empty protein tubs stacked like trophies. The couch smelled like old socks and body spray. Griff’s clothes were always on the floor. Mostly just underwear. Sometimes just socks.

They played games shirtless. Ate frozen burritos straight off the tray. Took turns sniffing each other’s pits.

Griff would sometimes fall asleep mid-sentence, half on top of Trent, drooling into his chest hair.

Griff stood in the mirror one night, drunk on Trent’s scent and whatever cheap beer they’d cracked.

He was massive. Hairy as hell. Jiggly and stupid and high on his own smell.

“Fuck, man,” he whispered. “I’m so gross now.”

Trent walked up behind him, shirtless, arms around his waist.

“You’re perfect.”

Griff leaned into him. “You really think so?”

Trent licked his ear. “You were always mine. Just had to pull the jock outta you.”

They made out against the mirror. Griff pressed his belly into Trent, rutting, moaning, so far gone it was almost animal.

He didn’t even notice when he called himself a “dumb, hairy bitch” and Trent moaned.

Griff dropped out of school. Moved in full-time with Trent. Spent his days gaming, grunting, eating junk, and smelling like an old gym bag.

He never wore a shirt.

Every time they hit the club, guys made way. Griff would grab Trent’s ass, growl in his ear, grope him under the lights.

He was home.

And Trent? He just smirked, licked Griff’s neck, and whispered, “Told you you’d get in.”

[faunandfloraas]

Don't make it weird by sniffing it in the back of the shot when no ones looking bro

[theother456-stories]

The Unstoppable Gulp

Matt had always been the kind of guy who could take a joke. He prided himself on being laid-back, the easy-going friend who never got worked up over pranks or teasing. But today, his friends had taken things a little too far.

It all started with a text from Tim, Matt’s oldest and most mischievous friend. They’d been close since high school, where Tim was always the mastermind behind elaborate pranks. Usually, Matt could see them coming from a mile away, but this time, he’d been caught completely off guard.

The message was short and cryptic: “Check your doorstep, bro. Enjoy!”

Matt, already lounging in his living room, scratched his head and rose to his feet. When he opened the door, there was indeed a package waiting for him. A small, neatly wrapped box with no return address, only a note attached to the top. It read: “For the ultimate thirst. One drink, no limits!”

He laughed to himself. “What kind of weird gift is this?” he muttered, already suspecting Tim was behind it. Still, Matt’s curiosity got the better of him, and he carried the package inside.

Ripping open the box, he found a sleek, shiny bottle inside. The label on it read: “Mega Gulp – Extreme Thirst Satisfaction!” He turned the bottle over in his hands, eyeing it with mild suspicion. He didn’t trust anything from Tim at face value, but it seemed harmless enough. Besides, he was thirsty, and it looked like it would taste good.

Matt twisted off the cap and sniffed the liquid. It smelled delicious—like a cross between melted ice cream and the most decadent milkshake you could imagine. Without thinking much more of it, he took a sip. The thick liquid slid down his throat smoothly, coating his mouth in sweetness.

His eyes widened. “Whoa… this is good.”

He took another sip, then a gulp, savoring the rich flavor. Before he knew it, he was halfway through the bottle. But as he drank more, something strange started happening. A warm, heavy feeling began to build in his stomach, and his shirt felt tighter than it had a moment ago.

Matt looked down, and to his shock, his belly was sticking out slightly more than before. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking it was just the effect of drinking too fast. But no, his belly was definitely growing, and fast.

Confused, Matt tried to stop drinking, but the bottle seemed stuck to his lips. “Mmmgh!” he mumbled through the thick liquid, trying to pull the bottle away. His heart raced as he struggled, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop the flow of the syrupy drink pouring down his throat.

As the minutes passed, the strange expansion continued. His belly swelled outward, growing rounder and tighter, pressing against the fabric of his shirt until it began to strain. His jeans, once loose and comfortable, were suddenly tight around his waist. The button strained as his gut pushed forward, filling up with the thick, heavy liquid that refused to stop.

“Hhhghhh…” Matt groaned in alarm as his belly surged outward again, knocking him off balance. He fell back onto the couch, his hands gripping his expanding stomach. His shirt had reached its limit, and with a loud RIP, the fabric tore, exposing his rapidly inflating belly.

Now, Matt was truly panicking. His stomach was growing faster and faster, pressing against the couch cushions as it swelled to an unnatural size. His jeans strained audibly, the seams creaking as his legs thickened, filling out the denim until it, too, gave way with a loud pop at the seams.

“Wh-what… it’s stuck!” Matt gasped, still trying to yank the bottle away from his lips. But no matter how hard he pulled, the flow of the thick liquid continued. His belly now looked like a massive balloon, rising higher and higher, spreading across his lap and onto the floor.

His living room was starting to feel smaller by the second as his body grew bigger and rounder. His thighs, now thick and bloated, pressed against each other, and his arms were pushed outward by the sheer bulk of his growing sides. Matt’s face flushed red with both embarrassment and discomfort. He felt like he was about to burst, but the bottle showed no signs of stopping.

GUUUUUUUURGLE…

A loud, ominous growl came from deep within his stomach as it surged outward again, stretching to new limits. His belly was now the size of an exercise ball, but it kept growing, pressing against the coffee table and nudging the furniture out of the way. He was helpless, stuck under the weight of his own expanding form, his belly growing faster than his mind could process.

“Too… big… I feel like…” Matt groaned, his voice strained with disbelief. “I’m gonna… pop!”

At that moment, the bottle finally released its grip on his lips with a loud POP, and Matt gasped, sucking in a deep breath. His entire body heaved with the effort, but the growth wasn’t stopping. His stomach let out another low rumble, and he could feel the pressure building again. His belly swelled even further, now stretching across the floor like a massive balloon ready to burst.

Matt lay there, panting heavily, feeling every inch of his bloated form pressing against the walls and furniture of his now-cramped living room. His jeans were completely shredded, his shirt hanging in tatters from his shoulders. His stomach, impossibly large, made it nearly impossible to move.

And then his phone buzzed.

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Matt glanced at his phone. The screen showed a text from Tim: “How’s that thirst, buddy? 😉”

Matt stared at the message in disbelief. It was a prank. A stupid, elaborate prank that Tim had set up, and Matt had walked right into it. Before he could respond, his phone buzzed again—this time it was a video call.

He answered it reluctantly, and sure enough, there was Tim, grinning from ear to ear, surrounded by a couple of their other friends, all of them laughing hysterically.

“DUDE! You actually drank it!” Tim howled with laughter. “I can’t believe it worked! Look at you, you’re HUGE!”

“Not funny, man,” Matt groaned, trying to shift his massive belly but finding it impossible to move. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

“Oh man, we are NEVER letting you live this down,” Tim cackled, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard.

Matt glared at the screen, but he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his own lips. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you better hope I never get out of this.”

Tim and the others continued to laugh, and Matt just lay there, pinned by his enormous belly, plotting his revenge. He knew they’d gotten him good this time, but payback was definitely coming.

As Matt stared at his swollen, immobile form, he vowed to make sure that next time, Tim would be the one gulping down something he couldn’t handle.

[rip-quizilla]

I'm Not Crying, You're Crying (Eddie Cries While Watching Tarzan)

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 27: You'll Be In My Heart

WC: 653

A/N: Okay... so I may have gone a bit rogue on this one. I know the prompt list explained this one as 'navigating love on the road', but when I hear the words You'll Be In My Heart I can't think of anything BUT Tarzan. So here's the weird little bit of fluff I came up with.

Tags: College!Corroded Coffin, crying, Eddie thinking about motherhood and the role it's played in his life, surprise at the end. It's an AU... but not the way you might think.

Divider created by @strangergraphics

In one of the smallest dorm rooms on the USI campus, four twenty-somethings had gathered around a glowing screen on a rainy Tuesday night.

“Wait, she’s taking the baby into a fucking tree?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Yes, Grant, she’s a gorilla. Gorillas climb trees sometimes.”

“But what if she drops it?”

Gareth scoffed, chiming in. “This is a Disney movie, idiot, that isn’t gonna happen.”

“I just watched a baby gorilla get mauled by a cheetah!” Grant yelled, incredulity plain on his face as he pointed to the TV. “You think they’d show that but draw the line at babies falling from trees?”

“A leopard mauled the baby gorilla.” Jeff corrected. “Cheetahs live in the savannah, dumbass.” 

“Would you all kindly shut the fuck up?” Eddie silenced them all, eyes trained on the TV with rapt attention as he watched Kala climb up the gnarled branches of a jungle tree, Phil Collins’ You’ll Be In My Heart crooning through the speakers. “You’re missing it.”

The other three looked at each other, confused but too scared to ask why he cared so much about some kids' movie, and continued to watch until-

“Dude, are you crying?”

“No!” Eddie sniffed, wiping furiously at his eyes. “You’re crying!”

Gareth’s nose scrunched up. “Bro, nothing sad is even happening, the mom got a new baby and the baby got a new mom-”

“They’re happy tears, jerkwad!” Eddie bit back, punctuating his reply with another sniffle. “This whole scene is about motherhood and loving your kid no matter what and it’s fucking beautiful, if you had a heart you’d be crying too!”

Jeff and Grant were laughing- to their credit, it was quietly and mostly to themselves. Gareth put on a mask of mock-sympathy as he grabbed a tissue and handed it to Eddie. “Those are some big feelings you’re having there, huh buddy?”

Eddie scowled at Gareth, swiping the tissue from him aggressively. He blew his nose into it, but not without giving Gare the finger first. 

Gareth patted Eddie’s back. “That’s okay, let it out big guy.” 

Eventually, the chuckling subsided until everyone’s focus returned to the movie. However, that scene still lingered in Eddie’s mind- the message about motherhood that this movie drove home for him every time he watched it. How Tarzan wouldn’t have grown into the man he was without Kala; a man so sure of his decisions, who trusted himself because his mother trusted him first. How no matter what happened, she stood by him and allowed him to chart his own course in life. 

Discreetly, Eddie pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping on his screen until he’d opened up a text thread. Quickly, he typed out a message. 

Love you, mom ❤️

The reply was instant, as it always was. 

I love you too bud! Everything okay?

Eddie smiled to himself as he typed out his response.

Yeah, all good! Just feeling extra thankful for my mom today :)

He turned his eyes back to the movie after hitting send, keeping his attention on the screen until he felt his phone buzz once, then again a few seconds later.

Aw, buddy! 🥹 That made my day!

I’m so proud of the man you’ve grown up to be. I raised a good one 😌

Eddie smiled, pride blooming in his chest. He and his mom had been through a lot, but they’d made it through because they’d had each other. Eddie couldn’t imagine what life might have been like for him if he hadn’t had her by his side. Who would he be? What kind of man would Eddie Munson have become? 

Now, here he was at college with his friends- his band- with a world of possibilities ripe for his picking. Could he have even gotten here without her support every step of the way? 

Maybe, he thought, but I would have been a hell of a lot more lonely.

[captain-hawks]

hiiii. school has been killing me lol. but!!!! i have been losing it over oliver loving the fact that you’re so freaked up over him. like he’s the type to enjoy his partner being weird over him. like sniffing his armpits, licking him, clinging to him, gassing him up. his friends are like bro your girl was rooting around in your dirty ass gym bag n he’s going reallyyyyy with a silly little blush. he’s weird

-🍒

HAHAH okay but this is so real. it's part of what i love about oliver. i very much see him as the kind of guy who you can just never out freak. he's into every flavour of affection you have to offer, up for basically any kink that you're open to exploring. it's impossible to weird him out.

[mentallylivingin2000s]

can you bully me into getting up and doing my laundry n showering ur good at being mean /pos

BRO AM I ACTUALLY MEAN?? STOP. LIKE. IM ONLY MEAN TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT BRUH. ACTUALLY ANSWER MY QUESTION AM I MEAN?? anyways u asked for me to bully you so im gonna be mean..

get up & shower u lazy bum imagine people sniffing u at school or at work and then being weirded out.. it’s also proven that people are less likely to like you if u smell bad.. do u really want the huzz to stop hitting u up like 😒

AND DO UR LAUNDRY. WHAT ARE U FOUR?? can’t even fold some damn clothes like.. just fold them alongside watching tv easy peasy like imagine not even being able to do laundry that’s sad..

[illusionarylibrary]

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

CW: Spoilers

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- This time, it had only been a couple of days since until you found the child.

- He was sitting next to a tree. The tree you always perched on when you circled the island.

- His head was tilted down, his funny looking hat covering his head. You could swear his hat had the spots of a snow feline. Gah. What was he doing by your tree?

- The moment you perched, his little form twitched to life and he gaze up. Golden eyes met electric blue ones.

- “You’re back.”

- Your nubby ears couldn’t help but perk up. It was the first time you had heard him speak! His voice was still a bit high, but so raspy. Now he sounded like a Boneknapper trying to roar when it was missing a piece of his skeleton.

- “I…have a fish for you.”

- He held out a fresh looking fish, his hands shaking probably from the cold.

- Was that tuna?! Oooh, you loved tuna! Tuna and salmon were your favorite fish, but the moment he dumped his bag out, you hissed at the sight of…an eel.

- An eel. An eEL! EEL! EW EW EW! AGH!

- “W-woah! Ah, wait! Wait, uh. You d-don’t like eel? Huh?”

- He threw it away…he had a surprisingly good throw for such a, well, maybe not so frail human child.

- “Sorry about that. Ya, I don’t like eel either. Reminds me of Sea King.”

- Sea King? Oh yes. Those ribbon-looking beasts who ruled the seas now that dragons like the Bewilderbeast were gone. Those slimy freaks. You didn’t like eel. You didn’t like Sea King.

- Once you refocused on the child, you saw him wiping his small spotted hands on his cloak. Hmm, his finger tips looked extremely red. What did the humans call it? Frostbite?

- You dropped from your perch, sniffing around the fish pile before gobbling up the ones you liked the least before finishing with the best fish.

- You turned to the boy, sniffing at his body to make sure he wasn’t holding out on you.

- “Wha, h-hey. No- no more. I don’t have anymore!”

- He was backed into a tree, falling on his rear when the Light Fury’s rounded muzzle was right in front of his face. He didn’t have anymore. But the docks were so heavily guarded, and his hands were too cold to properly fish. He didn’t even know how to really truly fish like Cora did…Cora…oh- eu-EUGH!!

- You had thrown up the upper half of a fish, sitting back on your hind legs while tilting your head like a confused puppy. Now it was your turn to look confused.

- It was a gift. He didn’t have anymore fish, so you should give at least a bit of what he had given you!

- Ooooh…it was all warm and coated with saliva. Ugh, if he wasn’t trying to become a doctor, he probably would’ve been sick. But he’s- he’s seen worse.

- “I- um, what? What am I supposed to do with…uuuh-“

- Both of you stared at each other. You just swallowed your saliva while making straight eye contact with the youngling.

- “Oh.”

- He didn’t look too pleased with the gift. He picked up the fish, sniffing it, making a weird face, before weakly glancing up at you. He gave a weirded out expression.

- You swallowed again.

- “Ah…n-no thank you.”

- Oh. Well, at least he didn’t throw it away like the eel. So…the youngling wasn’t hungry then? Eh, whatever. He could eat it later if that’s what he wanted.

- You watched him place it by his bag, sitting up before looking dead bro your eyes. What a weird feeling. Was this youngling challenging you? Ah, why was he stretching his hand out??

- He wanted to get a closer look. His child like nature took hold and the boy just wanted to know more about the Light Fury.

- However, when it zoomed off into the snow, blending perfectly into the white wonderland, he looked a bit…blank. He felt curiosity dig into his brain. He had studied so much about all sorts of creatures. He’s dissected frogs. He was a strange child.

- But he was a child nonetheless.

- …and that was a dragon who gave him a, uh, fish head.

[higgintoothsblog]

The Horrors at Woodstone

Trigger Warning/TW: mention of suicide, abuse, and overall anxiety. Also mentions death and Elias.

Chapter III: Down at the Lake

While searching at their designated location for Sam and Jay at the lake, Hetty and Trevor get caught in a conversation about their lives.

“Have you smelled them out yet?” Hetty says, following Trevor but he doesn’t look back at her. “Y’know, you can help too, and I’m not the one doing the sniffing, it’s Bucky. Be nice to my dog.” Trevor muttered. “Yes, the dog in which parts of your corpse and his body were merged in because your ‘friends’ were in a weird cult like relationship.” Hetty mumbled, crossing her arms in annoyance, to which Trevor finally turns back to her. “You’re not helping! So quit trying to boss us around, we can find them ourselves!” Trevor yelled,  to which the two separated, leaving two spirits, a man and a dog. “And for the record, they were trying to save me, I’m grateful they even tried!” Trevor still was shouting, as Bucky runs and still tries to find the scent.

‘Save him’ the two words that kept running through Hetty’s head as she sits by the edge of the lake. ‘Save… save… why must those words be so familiar to me’ Hetty thought. Trevor looks over at her and realizes she was tearing up, and before he realized it, he was sat by her on the lakeside.

“Are you alright?…” Trevor asked, to which Hetty gets quiet. Trevor looks around to an empty field, “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. “I’m just worried about my marriage…” Hetty mumbled, as the words ‘save… save him…’ had become a frequent noise in her head. “What are you talking about? You and Elias have it great! Trevor says in an attempt to cheer her up. “That’s what you’d think…” Hetty mumbles, leaving Trevor to think for a minute. “Oh I get it, you’re jealous because Elias and Alberta are off by themselves searching for the livings.” Trevor answered. “It’s not about that. I don’t care if that diseased bastard.” Hetty emphasized, tightening her fists. “Wait, if you don’t care for him, then why are you still together?” He asked.

 “Our vows where ‘till death do is part’ so once we both noticed we were ghosts on the property we agreed that we would split.” Hetty explained. “So what is it that’s bothering you?” Trevor asked, his head tilted towards the lake. “It’s not about Elias, it’s about me.” Hetty sighed and looked over at Trevor. “You’re lucky you know? At least someone tried to save you.” Hetty continued, as Trevor stood looking even more bewildered. “I drowned myself, and I had nobody. Only the police, who didn’t even try to arrest me. They had dogs, they could sense I was in the water but chose to do nothing. I’m not only mad at them, I’m mad at myself for making such an idiotic decision!” Hetty shouted as her mind began to race. Her tears became more evident, and her fists closed even tighter, until she couldn’t tighten them anymore.

“I care.” Trevor confessed, putting his hand on her shoulder, putting her slightly more at ease as Bucky goes to put his head on her lap. “You do?” Hetty implored, her pitch black eyes widening. Looking at him, Trevor can see all her facial characteristics, from her messed up hair to her black tears, he could see it all, all the pain she suffered. “Of course I do! I used to feel that way all the time, but I always have to remember there is someone out there who cares and loves you for who you are, and not what others expect you to be.” Trevor conceited, grabbing Hetty’s hands as her tears start to dry.

“Pretty wise coming from a frat bro.” Hetty joked, the two letting out a slight chuckle, finally drying out all of her tears. They looked into each other’s eyes, able to see all the pain they could put past them. Without thinking Hetty leans in, and the two lock lips for a second. But as Trevor was closing his eyes Hetty pulls back. “I’m sorry… I can’t do this.” Hetty asserted, as she quickly stands up and runs back to the manor. Leaving Trevor sitting in a rollercoaster of emotions.

[lotusarchon]

I just sniffed some eucalyptus oil and watched a funny DBZ clip and had a thought so I'd like to equate this to being high even though that's bullshit lmfao but anyways uh

Immortality does not mean unaging. I'm saying this towards LMK fandom specifically because yeah that's where this thought is going + people forget what immortality actually means. In the grand scheme of things, it does NOT mean you are incapable of aging, but rather that you LIVE forever. That's the definition and complexity of it; it doesn't mean you can't age, it's just you're alive forever, which is why it's so haunting for Sun Wukong. He's lived for decades, watching everyone he knew and love die and (possibly) reincarnated, forced to survive regardless of what happens to him. He. Can't. Die.

People associate immortality with unaging, which is why people still yap about Nezha's age and persistent on him being an immortal/eternal child, JUST because of this whole immortal/god business. Which kinda doesn't make sense.

Cause when you call Nezha an immortal child, you're not saying he's a permanent child. You're saying he's just incapable of dying. Shoot a nuclear bomb at him and he'll survive, but he's not gonna be incapable of aging. You can be immortal and age, you're just gonna age differently from other people.

So I mean yeah you can argue that Nezha died at 6, 7 or 12 and was thus made into a god right after but there's no official statement that says he never grew up because he's not a ghost. Ghosts can't age but immortals and divine beings gods SHOULD be able to age even at a different place than we would normally consider, so thereafter again there's nothing that says Nezha didn't grow up and remained a kid forever right?

I have no idea where I was going with this tbh but anyways the duality of Nezha is he's seen as a kid god and a an adult god and also calling him an immortal child is stupid because bro can't die but he can AGE stop bitching about him istg

Please don't take this as a serious discussion and also don't come to argue about Nezha's age here because it's pointless I just thought I needed to share this weird though