Writing Promt - Blog Posts

Ok so a marvel au that is just everyone with a successor to there hero name/tital swap with each other. For example you have miles morales as the first Spiderman and later get a really caotic Peter parker from anouther dimension, swap kamala and carol, swap anyone who has a younger person inspired by them with each outher

And don't try to tell me it dosent make sense canon dosent make sense and I have seen fandoms do more with less (e.g. batfam reverse Aus where the name robin starts at Damian) I do not care what time shenanigans or dimensional bull you have to pull I just want to see it

Sorry for rambling this was just thoughts put down but please someone write it

ok but if Skylor shows up and see Wyldfyre use her power and just assume she's the new master of fire and gets really pissed off because that means Kai's dead. Additionally this is while kai is in the prison realm. Nya and Lloyd have to stop her from doing something stupid while also explaining the situation

Please request!! I'd prefer Mystic Messenger requests as I'm more likely to finish them faster :)

Soulmate au prompts

1. Flowers

Where ever your soulmate gets hurt, you'll have flowers growing there.

2. Bands

Soulmates are connected by electric bands, if one doesn't charge their band the other soulmate dies.

3. Marks

Where ever your soulmate gets hurt, you'll have a mark there.

4. Colours

You can only see the colour of your soulmates eyes.

5. Songs

You and your soulmate have one song to that links you guys together.

6. Eyes

Soulmates have one eye colour of their soulmate.

7. Letters

Letters of your soulmates name appears on your wrist randomly.

8. Emotions

Whenever your soulmate hides their emotions, it appears on you. (Yellow: Happiness, Blue: Sadness, Red: Anger, Pink: Love, Black: Dead) . You never want black.

9. Marks

You're born with a mark only your soulmate has and once you meet them, it disappears.

10. Words

On your 10th birthday, the first words your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist

11. Tasks

You have to complete 10 tasks to find your soulmate

12. Glimpses

You can see small glimpses of what your soulmate sees.

13. Feel

You can feel whatever your soulmate feels.

14. Smell

You can smell whatever your soulmate smells.

15. Smiles

You can see how many times your soulmate smiles.

16. Distance

You can see how far away your soulmate is.

17. Colourblind

You're colourblind still you meet your soulmate.

18. Skin

You can see what your soulmate writes on their skin and vice versa.

19. Face

On a random day, you can see the face of your soulmate for a few minutes.

20. Gifts

Once you turn 15, you receive a random gift for your soulmate.

21. Hearing

You can hear whatever your soulmate hears.

22. Money

You get money whenever your soulmate gets hurt.

Platonic/Romantic Prompt list🌷

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“You want to kiss me so bad you’re making yourself look stupid”

“Can I kiss you again.” 🌺

“Is that my shirt?” 🌺

“Care to dance?”

“Can you nurse me back to health?”

“You love this idiot.”

“I broke it.”

“Don’t burn the kitchen please.”

“Can we keep it?”

“Are you jealous?” 🌺

Sharing the same bed 🌺

Bath time 🌺

Shower time 🌺

Sneaking out

Baking/Cooking together.

Swimming 🌺

Spa Day

Getting ready together 🌺

Cuddling

Date night 🌺

𝑭𝖔𝖝𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖕𝖓𝖌™

i am in love with this

i need to read a fic like this or write it

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

i’m rewatching gotham and feel the need to write for it

pls send x reader asks

also im not dead surprise surprise

I want a Sizzy serial killer AU fic. I can't write fics, someone write one and tag me pls!

Ok so here’s a fun MHA idea for villain hawks, so we know that hawks design is actually based on a white tailed eagle right? So what if when he becomes a villain he goes by eagle? It’s something that I’ve thought for months

I'd like to see Severus speaking with Dumbledore, maybe arguing about the children or the war, or remembering Severus' old days at Hogwarts. Maybe talking about the times when Tom used to be a student.

I want Severus to look exhausted at Dumbledore and say:

"What pains me the most is that you genuinely seem to believe that you care."

And then just leave.

More feral Severus Snape?

Like, I already proposed a Severus that goes back in time and chooses to turn his back to the WW, but now I feel more like getting a Snape that takes a look around, realizes he's back, takes a deep breath, rolls up his sleves, cracks his neck and goes...

"Very well... Bring it on."

A bit like "Falling apart", but with a bit more crack, maybe?

He just doesn't give a fuck, he's got no more shits to give about what's going on. His goal is to have a quite, paceful and solitary life, but he concludes that, with the war going on, he won't get it.

So, he goes around with a single goal in mind. He does consider leaving Hogwarts altogether, but decides to stay just to freeload on the castle while he applies to take his OWL's and NEWT's earlier. He wants a life, after all.

The werewolf pranck? He laughed at Sirius face.

The lake incident? He blocked the levitating spell and punched Potter in the face.

Lucius trying to recruit him? Bleached Hair got a middle finger.

Slughorn trying to talk to him (a weak half-meaning attempt that was more insulting than anything)? An eyebrow raised and no words.

Detention? Ha! Sure... Who do this dumbasses think he is? (A student, Sev... They think you're a kid). He's got no time! He has a Dark Lord to stop!

And when Dumbledore wants to "speak" with him - read: Interrogate him on his latest activities that are getting him out of the castle and into the forest and Hogsmade (and all over Diagon and Knockturn Alley, plus many other places, though Albus doesn't need to know that) -, Severus speaks circles around the old man.

He's tired and angry, and can't stand people anymore, and he is going to get out of there and fix things so he won't have to ever put up with any of them again.

Everyone knows the movie Megamind, right?

I liked the trope of goofy villain who was not, in fact, good at being bad. Then he falls in love with someone and chooses to stop trying to be bad.

I also say "trying" because what the movie showed us that Megamind wasn't, in fact, bad. He was "given" that role and when he realised he couldn't escape it, he embraced it.

But what if that trope was done more seriously?

I'm not talking about Megamind specifically. It could be used for any original story or ff, but it could work.

One where a villain, and I'm talking about a real villain, one that has done some serious shit, meets someone new.

Or maybe a new group of people. This could work as a romantic trope, found family or both.

And this person or people they meet is/are... a bit strange maybe. They are not evil, not even bad, but they have an odd moral standing. They are good with some people, with those they care about, maybe they are even involved in some charities, not even to commit fraud, but because they genuinely want to help.

But they also understand that sometimes, people do awful shit, sometimes a person is forced to act and do horrible things. Sometimes people choose to step over some heads in order to reach some goal. And it is... It's not "ok", but they get it and keep on living.

And sometimes, when they feel cornered and/or with no option, they are also willing to crush some skulls themselves.

And when this villain starts hanging out with them, they start finding things they have in common and start enjoing their time togheter. Inadvertently, villain starts remembering what it was like before, how he felt, how he acted, the things that mattered before, his main, true goal and the actual reason villain is doing all he's doing, the reason they've done everything they've done.

They also find out that this new person (or people) get it too. Maybe they won't help, or maybe they will, but that's not what's important.

And without realising, villain starts relaxing around who they've met. They start talking more, they start laughing and smiling and acting more goofy.

They don't change. They still are who they are and still act the way they've always have. But, when they are with that someone, they are happier, and when they are asked to stay for lunch they do so knowing that it's ok, they are welcome, there's no ulterior motive, they are safe. When they are taken to a party or a birthday they have fun. And everyone there knows who they are and what they do. Half of them think it's justified, the other half doesn't care. And when they are asked to help with some cause, they don't mind. It's always fun when that person is around (besides, who wouldn't want to play with the pups on the animal shelter).

They are still a villain, though some people have started labeling them as a "renegade", a "rogue" or his least favorite "anti-hero". They are not. They're still a villain, they just have little... moments, reserved for a select few.

Those few keep them centered, they help villain to remember their goal and prevent them from falling pray to a futile seek for power or control. They are a villain, they just have their priorities clear.

And on the day to day, what if they started smiling more? What if they remember to thank the cashier or the waitress in a cafe? They know what it's like to work serving people who treat you like another piece of furniture in the restaurant. What if they, sometimes, give some spare change to a homless person on the street, or if they donate some old clothes from time to time? They've got no use for them.

They are a villain. Some even would say THE villain. They are not good. They just... know how it feels when you are tired or feel a bit... helpless.

They forgot, for a long time. But they remember now. They were reminded.

It's not sympathy and definitely not empathy, obviously. What are you even saying?

They are bad, ruthless, cruel...

But sometimes they remember how it was before for them and just for a moment they simply... forget that they are bad. It's nothing important.

And if it makes them just a little warm, a little content and maybe... proud, when they do it; when they see the other smile at them for being able to share whatever this is; when they make a small difference for someone they don't even know, well... That's noone business.

*Person A does unhinged shit.*

Person B: "How in the fuck does your brain work?"

Person A: "Against my will."

I saw a propt on insta and now this happpened

Ok, so I was scrolling on insta the other day and found this prompt about an autor who got sick or hurt or something and was about to d¡e.

Thing is that the characters on their book try to save them and the one who is more eager to help is the villain.

Now, that's great, but then my fanfiction-addict arse started to think.

AU. Modern Era. Harry Potter. With Severus Snape as the autor and Tom M. Riddle as the villain and them completly ooc.

Then everything kinda went crazy.

I imagined a scene were Sev wakes up in his hospital room, maybe in the middle of the freaking night and sees this person there, but like, he cannot make them out until they get closer and when they do he recognises Riddle asap.

Then, they both start talking. You know, the old, what are you doing here? How are you here?

Then Tom explains that he was the only one who got to this world, the others were probably still trying, but...

Point is, if Sev faded, so would the word he was creating. That would be until he finished the story.

Then maybe Tom tries to convince/threatens Severus so he would give him a good ending.

Severus says no and Tom kinda blows up.

Sev dosn't really react to the outburst, he knows this time is more bark than bite.

Tom pretty much plummets in the chair next to the bed and Sev explains to him that even though the story still lacked an epiloge, the last chapter was already sent to the editor and was pretty much irreversibly part of the saga.

There is silence, of course. Sev really needs to process the madness that is all that. Tom needs to come to terms with the fact that he is basically doomed.

Tom is the first one to speak.

"Can I at least know what will happen?" He sort of demands-pleads.

Severus answers with a sigh.

"I can tell you that the chapter ends with your plans ruined and you being taken by the aurors."

"Typical" the villain scoffs.

Severus chuckles, unable to stop himself and quite unconcerned about it.

Tom sighs. Then thinks about something else that has been nagging his brain for the past couple of weeks he has been there.

"Who am I here?" He blurts out of the blue, for Severus, at least.

"What do you mean?"

"Every person that is related somehow to you in this word is nearly a copy of someone in my world," he explains. "Sans me, apparently."

"Oh, that," Severus smiles. "No, you won't find anyone like you here. All the main characters in your home are based on people I know except you. You are the only one I fully created."

Tom opens his mout to reply but finds himself nearly speechless, not so much for what he was told, but because of the apparent warmth he was being addresed with.

Severus then frowned and pursed his lips. A painful grimace takes over hia face as realisation hits him. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at the man in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Riddle."

Tom blinks before getting back his wits and replying with the most nonchalance he could muster. "It's not your fault you cannot change the end now," he said shrugging as a bonnus.

"Is not that," said the autor. "All the things I put you through without knowing..."

"If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else," replied the other.

"How so?" Now Severus was curious.

"It's complicated..." sighed the villain while leaning on the chair, a hand slightly pulling at his hair in exhaustion.

Getting the hint, Severus just nodded and dorpped the topic.

"And who are you? In the story, I mean..." asked Tom then.

"Oh! I'm Tobias Snape."

"The potion profesor?" inquired Tom with a frown. Both eyebrows arched at the answering nod. "You don't look like him."

"I guess not," chuckled the other.

"You don't act like him either," stated the man sitting on a chair, watching as the autor downrigth laughed at his last comment.

Then the man smiled sadly as he explained. "I guess the way I wrote the people in the book are the way I percieve the people in here."

The pause after that was tense and Tom could not help himself.

"Shit! You need therapy!"

Tom actually cringed at what he said and the expression on the other man's face. That until Severus burst out in damn giggles.

"I knew you were blunt, but...!" he tried to say beetwen chuckles.

"And who's to blame, huh?" replied the other, failing in supressing a smile.

"Who else have you met?" asked Severus suddenly.

Upon looking at him, Tom reached the insane conclussion that Prince was not worried, he just wanted to know.

"I think I met pretty much everyone." Whatever face he made after speaking must have betrayed his thoughts, if Princes' wince was to be considered. He shrugged before replying, reminding himself in his head that this person definitly knew what an asshole he could be. "Honestly, Lily is way more pleasant in my world. James and Sirius though...," he didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice. "I have never met someone so unpleasent, and that is saying something! You went too easy on them!" By that point, Severus was chuckling again.

Like this they spent hours, comparing people and stories of their worlds.

It was a bit outputting meeting someone for the first time with that person already aware of every little detail of your life. Even more so when said person did not run away.

Eventually, they didn't have anything else to talk about, and Tom still had to go back to his world. Severus could read it in his eyes, the moment Tom was readying himself to go, to give him some parting words before leaving.

"What if...?" Asked Severus suddenly. He licked his lips, overly conscious of the attention Tom was giving him. "What if I could give you a way out?"

"But you said you can't change the story," replied Tom, confused.

"I also said that the epiloge is still unfinished." Severus started tangling his fingers on the blancket draped around him, nerviously trying to think of anything that could-. His face lit up with a smile. "I cannot make you win, but I can make you scape."

Tom clenched one fist, hope swelling in his chest while he tried to keep it down.

"There is nowhere for me to go, Prince."

"Call me, Severus," blurted out the other without thinking while reaching for the notebook and pen on the bedside table oposite where Tom was sitting. "And you are rigth, there's nowhere in your world you can go, that's why you will start anew in whatever world you choose."

Tom's mind was spinning. He had already accepted the fact that he was done. Now he may had a way out, but it felt surreal, too easy. Heck! He didn't even had that much hope before reaching the building they where in. Besides... "I could only make it here because you were about to pass!"

"I can make another way. You know I can," said Severus, frantically scribling with his pen. "A portal that will take you wherever you wish to go, where noone will ever be able to follow..."

Tom tried and failed in speaking a couple of times.

"Prin- Severus," amended, remembering the other's words a while ago. "Why are you doing this?"

Severus finally left his notes in favor of the man sitting next to him. The dejected and confused expression he found told him more than anyone could belive.

Riddle was not expecting to be helped. He probably never did.

Of course he never did! Severus was well aware of the reason- of the reasons Riddle had to not trust him or anyone else, really.

Severus smiled warmly at Tom. "Did you know you were always one of my favorites?"

Tom watched unable to reply, as Severus' hand tangled briefly in his hair (too briefly).

That's how, in the end of the story, Tom was able to open a portal to a world unknown to any other person in his. Noone knew how he did it and the reserch was lost forever, a last tiny victory for the nearly convict.

Severus stayed a week to be checked. His 'magical' recovery was on every news you'd find.

When the time to leave came, the nurse told him about his family in the lobby.

Lily must have gotten out of work early.

Walking to meet her, he was disconcerted by the lack of red hair in his view.

He looked around, willing the universe to free him of the posibility of Lupin being the person offering him a ride home.

"Ready to go?" asked a voice behind his back.

He turned so fast that the world lost focus for a second before he met the eyes of the man leaning agaist the wall, already carring a bag with severus' belongings.

"Riddle?" he whispered desbelieving.

"Call me Tom," answered the other with a half smile.

Severus huffed a laugh while aproaching him, leaning in to retrive his bag. The other swung it over his shoulder and out of his reach, walking towards the exit so the autor would follow.

"Don't think that I'm not happy to see you," started Severus. "But why are you in this world again?"

They made it to a car. Tom retrieved the car's key from his pocket and Severus chose to adress that later.

"You tell me," snarked the ex-villian while putting Severus bag on the back of the car.

"I wrote for you to go wherever you wanted to go," Severus tried to explain and understand himself.

Tom only hummed blandly and opened the door of the car for Severus to get in.

He then walked around the car and got in himself, settling in the driver's sit and igniting the engine.

"I wanted you to start again where you cuold enjoy your life... wher you could be-" he cut himself, feeling sad all of a sudden. Did he fail Tom?

"I know," Tom interrumped his depressing thoughts.

Severus looked at him, only to be met with a small, yet warm smile.

They got to a red ligth and the car stopped. Tom reached out and, hesitanly interlaced his fingers with Severus'.

Marveling at the sight that were their hands togethet, Severus was finally hit with realisation.

He looked at Tom and smiled openly at him.

The light changed to green and Tom let go of Severus while asking for directions. They had to get home.

Prompt list

"So how do you want me to fuck you?"

"I'm not sharing you with anybody. You're mine, and mine only, I'm going to make you remember that.

"If I don't have one taste, I might die baby."

"let me take care of you, yeah? I'll do the work."

"Can I... can I touch you.

"My god, you're so gorgeous like this."

"If you suck me off, I'll think about it."

"I've never done this before."

"I'll make you feel so good y/n. Please just let me fuck you."

You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good."

"Oh god, you feel amazing baby."

A whispered "please" fell from her lips."

"I need you to understand that I'm not hate fucking you, even though we are technically enemies."

"Is-is this, okay?"

" All you needed was for me to fuck you senseless, huh?

"How much do you want this?"

"Shh, just a little more my love."

"You're taking me so well baby."

"Say please."

"I want you in all the ways that you'll let me have you."

"Oh, I can think of so many ways to shut you up right now y/n."

"I knew fucking you would feel good, but I didn't know that it would feel this good."

"I've jerked off to you so many times, I need you y/n.

"Wanna, hear you beg for it."

"Where do you want me to touch you?" "I don't know, and I don't care - please just put your hands on me, please."

"You have got some fucking nerve."

"Please -sob- I just want you to fuck me."

"Not so fast my love..."

"Want my fingers in you?"

"Now why don't I teach you a lesson."

"Tell me how you like/want/need it."

"You need to use your words."

"I want to taste you on my lips again."

"Rough or gentle?"

"Spread those legs for me, baby."

"Can I record this?"

"Only I get to fuck/taste/see this pussy."

"Fuck, look at you right now."

"You're really messing with my head here, y'know that?"

Fuck, just touch me already! Just - do something!" "Not so fast. We've got the whole night/day ahead of us."

"You would look so good with my children."

"Don't wanna come 'till I feel you in me."

"You're adorable."

"If you keep clenching around me like that, I'll come too quickly."

"All yours. Only yours."

" How about we put that pretty mouth to good use?"

"So wet already."

" I want you to say my name like that again."

"Aren't you desperate?"

"Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?"

"Patience my love, we are getting there."

"Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me.

"Fuck, get on all fours."

"No one will catch us, I promise."

" Be good for me."

"Can I come inside you? Just this one time."

"You want to come?" "Y-yes, I - please -" "Hm, but do you really deserve to?"

"You got me so hard y/n. It's only fair that you come and help me."

"You like that, don't you?"

"Imagine how amazing you'd sound when I'm fucking you senseless."

"I'll fuck you so good, I promise."

" I can taste myself on your lips and it's messing me up real bad."

"You look like a mess, and I love it because I'm the one that made you like this.

"Don't cry because I'm fucking you so good."

"We only have 10 minutes."

" Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

"You've got me all hot and bothered now."

"I've tried touching myself! It's just not the same." "So you're saying you need me then?"

"Always so needy for me. But you can't help yourself, can you?"

"I-I promise I'll be good."

"God, you always feel so good around me."

"So wet for me already."

"You good?"

"Do I turn you on that much?" "You don't even fucking know."

"You wanna take control?"

"Let me ride you."

"Behave"

"Who would ever think such a sweet girl like you could be such a slut."

"F-fuck. I don't think i'll last long if you keep on doing that.

"I don't think i've ever wanted someone more than you."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already."

"Oh the things i'd do to you if we were alone right now..."

"Th-there are people outside the door -" Well, this isn't about them the last time I checked. Is it?"

"Look at you, squirming under me. So flushed and pretty. Can't even take some teasing, can you?"

"Yeah but, your boyfriend doesn't fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked."

"Might I remind you the walls aren't soundproof?"

"Do you know how much I love to see you like this?"

"Let me show you how much I love you."

"Gonna make sure you don't forget about tonight."

"You're my number one priority tonight."

"Need me to remind you of what happened last night?"

"Oh, sensitive there, aren't we?"

"You're fucking killing me."

"Try not to be so noisy, yeah?"

"Tell me if it hurts."

"lift your hips up for me."

"Fuck you're so hot when you're bossy."

"Look at you, coming undone before i've even touched you."

"I want to be the one fucking you this time."

"Sweetheart, you're so responsive to my touch.

"I think you'd look even better under me."

"And I think you'd look fucking hot on top of me."

"Want you to ruin me."

"Just sit on my fucking face already please."

"Do whatever you want with me."

"Who gave you permission to touch yourself."

"What did I just say?"

"You feel so fucking good in me."

"You can have all of me if that's what you want."

Baby - shit - I don't think i'm going to make it to the bed like this."

"Tell me if this is too much, okay?"

"Stop leaving marks on my neck. You know I have a presentation in the morning. "Then can I leave marks below your neck?"

"I'd fuck you right here, right now If I could.

"Are we...really going to do this here."

"Turn around."

You look so cute like this y'know." "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me already."

"Why did you stop?" "Because you sounded too fucking good. I had a moment."

" I don't like people touching what's mine."

" I wanna eat you so bad." "Then why don't you?"

"Spread your leg for me...I know you can spread them wider than that. Stop being so shy."

"Is this a good way to wake up?"

"Admit it - you want this just as much as I do."

"I'll be honest, I get off at the thought of you."

"No one does it like you."

"I want to fuck you so bad." "you'll get to do that when we get home."

"Need a hand?"

"I want you to touch me like i'm the only thing you could ever want."

C-can't you go faster than this?"

"You like messing with my head." "Only because it turns you on."

"This is the best-tasting pussy i've ever eaten."

"Shit, I'm so fucking hooked on you, it's not even funny.

" You're so tight 'nd warm around me. Could die being in this pussy.

"Don't make too many noises or we will get caught."

"I don't care, I just need your clothes off so I can feel you against me."

"I've never done this before."

"Do I look like i'm messing around with you?"

You’ve always heard strange voices in your head. They helped you, told you what to do, comforted you and protected you. These voices are the only thing you have left. One day you have a dream. A dream in which the two voices appeared. They led you through a door. After you pass the door two different beautiful versions of yourself appear in front of you.