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jester-lover · 3 months

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Reverse of the ask where TWST bois pick the reader up: Reader is surprisingly strong and scoops *them* up.

I think the bigger the dude, the funnier, but Riddle’s reaction would be hilarious to me as well.

Somewhere in the distance, Ashton Vargas just found his new favorite student…

OG Post! Something similar for the Jack fans!

Buff Girlfriend Casually Lifting Them

Featuring! - Riddle, Jack, Malleus, Sebek

CWs/ Fem! Reader, fluff, humor

Riddle

“Unhand me at once!”

Riddle is shocked, appalled, and redder than a strawberry the second he feels you hook your hands under his knees and neck and pick him up like a bride. His hands immediately flail around and land around your shoulders, increasing his embarrassment tenfold.

His demands quiet down once the shock of the situation soaks in. His girlfriend is lifting him up and carrying him around like he weighs nothing. He has always been aware that you’re physically strong, but he didn’t know you were this strong!

Riddle usually won’t like being carried, but on the rare occasion, after a long day of school and his duties, he’ll ask for a piggyback ride back to his room. He’ll use a very standoffish tone while asking, but the way that he presses his head against the back of your shoulder lets you know he likes it.

Jack

He is so flabbergasted. Jack is in shock.

While he is aware that you’re into fitness—maybe the two of you even train together—he never knew you were this swole.

Jack is blushing; if you look close enough, his hands are shaking. He’s just realized he’s found the ideal woman for him—kind, gentle, who could break him in half like a pixie stick…

Bragging isn’t in his principles, but he might have to gloat a little bit with his track teammates when you’re literally running around with him thrown over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I mean, you’re not even exerting that much energy; he’s astounded!

Jack will (very quietly) ask for you to lift him again, just because he can’t believe it and he needs confirmation that he didn’t just make up the situation in his brain.

“Wanna join me for my morning run? It’ll be good cardio.”

Malleus

He’s getting the princess treatment. Very happy to know he’s your favorite lizard.

Since Malleus is very tall and imposing, he’s not used to such blatant displays of affection.

Having a physically stronger girlfriend would be a point of great pride for Malleus, particularly if you were a human, because then your strength would have been something you'd worked hard on. Something you’ve earned.

Being carried around is no problem for him; he may laugh a little at your strange human whimsy, but he happily agrees to being carried about at any time.

By any time, I mean any time. You could pick him up in the middle of a crowded campus hallway, and he’d just wrap his arms around you, place his head on your shoulder, and let you lead the way.

“Child of Man, be sure to drop me off at my alchemy class; perhaps I’ll let you pick me up and take me to Spelldrive Practice afterwords…”

Sebek

“How dare you, human!”

Sebek is appalled at the absolute gall you’ve got to have to do something so unabashedly romantic; don’t you see he’s too repressed for something so affectionate?

His face turns so red, and he tries to shake out of your ridiculously strong vice grip. Once he leaps off of you, get ready for an hour-long lecture. Sebek is shaking in his boots, explaining to you how inappropriate your actions were and how if you wanted his attention, there were better methods.

Midway through, he kind of realizes how hot it was that you were literally able to pick him up and carry him away like it was no problem, which makes Sebek quieter than you’ve ever seen him before, contemplating his words.

He quietly asks you to pick him up again because he wants to test your human endurance! (Ignore the way his eyes lock in on your defined shoulders, okay?)

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twinkwish · 6 months

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Too Cocky

“See you tonight, Jacob?” Brad asked his friend in the locker room, about to leave after practice.

“For sure, bro. I just gotta shower real quick and I’ll be there.” After their big win, the team had planned to celebrate with a bar crawl.

“Awesome, don't take too long, bro!” joked Brad.

Jacob was always the last person in the locker room after games. He was the star of the team—talented, big, handsome—which meant he was highly complimented. Jacob loved nothing more than to walk around the locker room to the adoration of his teammates, flexing and showing off his godlike stature to earn their praise and remarks.

With Brad out the door, Jacob finally went to take his shower. He stopped in front of the mirrors in front of the sinks lining the outside wall and began to put on a show for himself—he rarely passed up such an opportunity.

“Yeah, man. I always get such a good pump after a game,” he said to himself as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose. He certainly had a body to be proud of. At 6’3” and 215 pounds of solid muscle, he was one of the biggest on the team. And with long blond hair and a chiseled jaw line, he was looker for sure. “Imagine what that team would be without me.”

After posing a bit longer, he walked over to the showers and undressed. He turned on the water and looked down at his beautiful cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely the biggest on the team.”

“Maybe,” commented a voice from behind.

“What the fuck!? Who’s there!?” cried Jacob, swinging himself around.

“No one important. Just an admirer,” responded Brad.

“Oh, hey man. You freaked me out there. I thought you left.”

“I did, but I forgot my bag. When I came back, I heard you in here and thought I would see what you were up to. You put on a good show, stud.”

“You liked that, bro. You like seeing this?” he gestured to himself. “I wouldn't have pegged you for a fairy. I mean, I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for one,” said Brad with a sly smile.

At that moment, Jacob began to look at Brad in a way he hadn't before. Brad was also pretty built, standing around 6’1” on a muscular frame of around 190 pounds with a big powerful chest. Jacob gulped.

“I think I’ll join you,” added Brad. “I was going to shower at home, but might as well do it here.”

Jacob remained frozen as he stared at Brad’s tree trunk legs sliding out of his pants. He nearly drooled when Brad’s biceps squeezed as he slowly removed his tight t-shirt.

“Woah, dude,” he said finally. “You’re lookin’ swole.” He was surprised at himself. It wasn’t like him to compliment others.

“Oh yeah?” Brad answered, bouncing his pecs slightly. “I have been doing some extra training with coach.”

“It’s been payin’ off, bro. Your pecs are huge.” Again, he was surprised. His mouth hung open as his eyes hungrily studied Brad’s godlike torso. Is dick twitched a bit.

“Feel them.”

And with that, Jacob rushed eagerly over to Brad and began to submissively worship his chest, in complete admiration of the size—the power. “What is happening?” he thought to himself. “My chest bigger. I am the strongest guy on the team.” But he strangely didn’t believe that.

Smiling that sly smile, Brad responded by flexing. Breathing deeply, he taunted, “That’s right, bitch. You just can’t get enough of me. You wish you could look like this, to feel as big and powerful as me.”

At that moment, Jakob became aware of a strange sensation. It was as if he was shrinking. He looked up at Brad, who looked taller and taller in comparison as Jakeb shrank down to 5’7”. He stepped back for a moment to see his once bulging biceps contracting. His defined, prominent chest lowered and nearly flattened out. His formerly thick thighs became much more lithe as his ass began to expand with a mixture of fat and muscle. Simultaneously, his mind was drained of all knowledge of sports and chicks while an intense focus and obsession with the hunk before him replaced it. After only a second, Jake practically leapt back towards the muscle jock, burying his head in Brad’s armpit while the jock moaned.

Brad was going through his own transformation. His joints cracked slightly as he grew a few inches taller and his feet expanded into giant size 15s. His already beefy muscles expanded even more, veins popping out of his arms as he hit a double bicep pose. “Fuck yeah, you little fairy,” Brad moaned through heavy breaths and deep grunts. “Worship a real man.”

With that, Brad pushed the twink to his knees. Jake, excited and eager, began to suck Brad’s growing cock.

“Take it all, slut!” he roared in a deep voice, his giant hand gripping the top of Jake’s platinum blond head while his 8” python grew in his mouth. With his other hand, Brad felt his new engorged muscles, running his fingers up his chiseled abs before groping his pecs.. “MmmmMmmM.”

Jake could only moan slightly as his mind focused on Brad’s amazing dick. The twink’s now thick, seductive lips smacked and sucked as his tongue worked its magic. His mind was filled with images of pleasuring men. Being used as a vessel, a little fucktoy. As he deep throated the expanding rod, the muscle god’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Shit!” Brad yelled. He began to grunt, bucking his pelvis as his load exploded into the face of the submissive twink, who swallowed it in turn.

“Yaaassss, Brad!” Jake squealed in his newly high voice as he pulled away from the muscle god’s pelvis. “That was, like, so hot.”

“Huh,” he laughed. “What did you expect? That’s what you get from a body like this.”

“Mmm. Love it, stud. Hehehe. Come on, big boy. Let’s, like, go out to the bars. You can, like, use me to make the rest of the team, like, jealous.”

“We’ll catch up with them later. First I have plans for you at home,” Brad responded as he grabbed Jake’s juicy bubble butt.

They both liked the sound of those plans.

#twinkgay #gay boys #muscle #twinkification #twink tf #male tf #male transformation #muscle tf

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lowkeycasanova · 3 months

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swole mouth

plot: luffy gets his wisdom teeth removed

luffy x reader modern au?

just him being all soft while he's high on drugs

word count: 1k

Luffy, normally confident and carefree, was a mess in the days leading up to his appointment. You had to physically pull him out of bed this morning and he mumbled and grumbled about how he didn't wanna go. You coaxed him with the idea of getting food on the way. And he was dumb enough to believe you until you pulled right up to the dental office.

He was mad as hell.

He crossed his arms and wouldn't even look at you while you two sat on the chairs in the waiting room. It was quiet in there. Soft music playing overhead and the only other person there was an older woman a few feet away reading a magazine.

You turned your attention to Luffy. "Hey. This is for your own good. If you don't get them removed, it'll cause pain and your other teeth will get pushed around."

His scowl persisted.

The receptionist called his name and again, you had to drag him. You were met with the dental assistant, a friendly guy in crisp blue scrubs, attemping to ease Luffy's nerves with a reassuring smile.

It wasn’t that Luffy was afraid of the pain. His concern was the drug, nitrous oxide.

‘Laughing gas’, as it was called.

His mind is already loose and he says things with no filter. The thought of speaking nonsense without having control of it was embarassing.

Before going to the room down the hallway, Luffy gives you one last look.

"Don't be mad at me if I say something inappropriate."

"Y/N!!!" you hear from your seat mixed with the sound of giggles.

oh boy.

There he is. Barely able to stand on his own two feet while the dentist holds up the majority of his body weight. His arm thrown over the man's shoulder. You stand up and make your way over, biting back a smile at Luffy's giggling.

"Hiiiiii."

He picks up his head, that dopey grin stretched across his swollen cheeks.

"Hey," you laugh. "We gotta get you in the car."

"Okie dokie." he picks up his feet, lazily shuffling them across the floor.

Trying to get him into the car was harder than you thought. It's a mix of limp arms and legs, whining, and he nearly bumped his head. You and the dentist are both out of breath my the time he's situated in the passenger seat.

"Can I drive?"

"No."

Another pout and whine.

You close the door and turn back to the dentist, who gives you a rundown on how the procedure went and hands you a pamphlet on the aftercare and follow up appointment.

"You left me with a handful." you smile.

He laughs. "Luffy's gonna be okay. He'll probably fall asleep and wake up completely fine. Let me know if there's anything that seems abnormal."

You nod and tell him goodbye.

Once you get in the car, Luffy seems out of it. He's leaning his head against the window, staring off into space.

You pat his leg. "Let's get you home."

Getting his attention, he turns to face you. "You're gonna take care of me?" he mumbled. You see the gauze squished in his mouth. It's stained with red near the back, controlling the active bleeding.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help but have an adorable smirk tugging at your lips at his expression. As if he really appreciated you being there with him.

He nodded off to sleep in the car, only for you to arouse him up when you got back home. He blinks his eyes a few times, all disoriented. You finally get him inside the house and sit him down on the couch.

He slumps into the cushions, eyes half-lidded as you gently remove his shoes.

His eyes suddenly become wide and he reaches up to touch his face. "My wips. I can't feel my wips! They're...they're gone!"

His lips. Still numb from the procedure.

He's franctically touching his face where he knows his lips should be. You stop him because he shouldn't be touching his mouth at all.

"Luffy stop! Your lips aren't gone. They're right here." You use your fingers to gently tug on them.

He goes cross eyed attempting to look.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Yup." you say, then patting his cheek in reassurance.

He copies your action. Patting his right cheek, then his left.

Right.

Left.

Then both at the same time over and over again.

"Hehehehe." he giggles. "It's like a balloon."

"You're right." you chuckled at his antics. "I'll bring you a blanket to make you more comfortable."

You turn from him, going around to the hall closet, pulling a cozy blanket out. With it in your hands, you make your way back over to where he was sitting to find him gone.

Not surprising.

He wouldn’t be able to sit still sober.

There's the sound of whimpering coming from the bathroom around the corner. You follow the sound to find him standing in front of the mirror. He's staring at his relfection, gauze out, mouth agape, and tears about to well up in his eyes.

"My teeth...the dentist...he...he...s-stole them!"

"Luffy, he did not steal them." You breathed in an attempt to not laugh. "He took them out because they were going to cause problems. And you have to keep to gauze in." you tell him, pinching the white material and helping it back into the corners of his mouth.

"But-" he mumbles, convinced he's been robbed and you guide him back to the couch. He gives you a look of confusion, his numbness preventing him from arguing any further. You take a moment to admire his goofy expression before focusing on the task at hand.

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." you tease. Turning back on your heel, you add, “And don’t pull that gauze out again.”

“So hostile.” he mumbled.

Heading to the kitchen, you start to find what soft foods he can have since he can'y have anything solid for a while. Deciding on ice cream, you prepare it in a bowl and return to him.

He's sprawled out underneath the blanket you gave him, eyes closed and a soft snore coming from his mouth. The anesthesia has clearly taken its toll. You smile to yourself and decide not to disturb his much needed sleep.

#one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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potentialguybodyswaps · 1 year

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Jockifacation

Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd

Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.

As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass

The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake

He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.

atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc

Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from

it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours

“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch

I got up to stretch too and crack my back

“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him

“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me

“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands

“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head

“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”

“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”

“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“

I said as I felt it start

“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words

“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over

“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes

I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move

I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more

“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower

“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging

My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap

My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings

Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out

“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”

“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”

Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates

“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again

“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head

Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap

“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”

“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap

I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds

I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts

Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.

“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy

Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.

“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent

I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me

“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him

“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom

A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?

But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants

I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out

I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure

I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…

It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.

“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself

Just then jake walked back outside

“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking

“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!

“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically

“Uh my room” i said

“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.

“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room

“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face

“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door

“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned

“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing

“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing

“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back

#Bodyswap #transformation #permanent

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fullfriendnerdclutch · 11 hours

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Isaac explained his type to Maya with great details, as Maya asked him to do. Taut model-like physique, hairs on his legs curled up but his upper body smooth with not even a scar, with classic Anglo-Saxon feature that makes the guy can pass as some Victorian era young nobility. His eyes should reflect the depth of his thought and looked like an English pond in the summer, calming and clear. Soft-spoken, matched with his grace and gentle movement that won't ever indicate any sort of danger or threat to anyone that come across him. Isaac wanted his ideal man to be lefty, just because it's unique, and at last, he wanted his man to be fully devoted to him and him only. Maya listened intently while Isaac revealed all that as he's busy typing his work, not even taking a glance to Maya. But once a sultry, manly voice coming out from the bed behind him where Maya supposedly lounged around, Isaac instantly turned around and found himself surprised

"Maya???"

"Well....yes, but not really, as you can see,"

"H---how? W--why? What the fuck is happening here?"

"I enjoyed your company a bit too much. Like, I'm so tired dating these dudes trying to find my Mr. Right when I have an incredibly smart, kind and attentive best friend like you that beat most of those crusty men I dated. So I said, fuck it, I'll be your man,"

"Have you heard how insane that sounded like, and how is this situation totally not something you encountered everyday? Like.....for starter, how the fuck you--"

"It's actually simple. Turns out my family have this kind of power that skipped generations that reemerged with me right after that last eclipse. The said power bestowed us the capacity to change physical form of ourself and the people that we exchanged bodily fluids with. In other words, not only I can change myself, I can change you too since we fucked that one time when we were still sophomore,"

"That....is wild. And I don't want to be involved in any of this. Please just change back, okay?"

"Oh cmon, you literally are having a boner while talking to me now. You like this, you want me, and I definitely want you to be my man. I mean, just imagine how crazy the sex we can have now that I can mold you into any of your wildest dreams too,"

"Maya, no. You are not thinking clear. What the fuck is this desperation? I cannot be your man, and you cannot throw away your life just like that for me. I'll hate myself for that, it makes me feel selfish,"

"Desperation? This is me being kind to you. I cannot help but notice how you've been dating not a single person since we graduated uni. You are certainly lonely so this is me---"

"What is that insane gaslighting you are doing? Stop all of this madness and for fuck sake, change yourself back. It's so jarring looking at you like that. You will always be Maya for me, whatever form you take,"

"No,"

"Okay, whatever. If you want to continue being a nuisance, please sort yourself out. Just.....walk around the neighborhood and clear your mind or something,"

"No,"

"Maya--"

"No, don't call me that! I'm no Maya. Gosh, I hated to do this, but freeze,"

And just like that, Isaac froze in his place with no way of moving a single muscle whatsoever. Then, Maya grabbed Isaac's head and chanted some intelligible words before letting it go as Maya goes back to the bed while waiting for the spell to unleash its full work. Like a breaking ice, Isaac's frozen body started to be able to get back moving and pulsing. It started from the fingertips, that gets thicker and hairier as his finger and both of his hand turned calloused from heavy workout while his feet stretched his wool socks and enlarged to a decent size 13. As blood started flowing once more, the veins in his arm thickened while his legs bursted with muscle and blond hair in an otherwise lanky former runner legs. This built his physique is turning into clearly doesn't belong to a runner. As the pumped blood causing the arm to swole closer to 19 inches, it also affected the shoulder that becomes rounder and sturdier. The long sleeve he worn earlier of course already tattered to pieces while his pants already ripped due to his now incredibly muscular thighs. As the change spread across his neck and torso from the top, his lower body parts perfected itself into a sick v-taper that leads to a snaking 7 inches perfection stuffed into a tight white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His tiny waist contrasted heavily with his massive back and shoulder, showcasing an insane dedication to his craft which is clearly bodybuilding. When the whole body parts below his neck completed its transformation, he's now a towering 6'6" muscle beast, clearly looking down on most people including the rendered-in-awe Maya. Is this Isaac's deepest desire? Turning into a massive bodybuilder? The power she used on him is to unearth his deepest desire, so having a boulder cannon for a shoulder is clearly part of his deepest desire then? How is his final look going to be? Babyfaced brutal beast? Matured daddy? All will be revealed in the next couple seconds as the transformation move upward

His jaw hardened but his face turned into more square-like, with dirty blonde facial hair framed the angular jawline. From the way his face remained clear and not much visible wrinkle formed, this is definitely a young guy, probably the same age like Isaac's current age, but he can be wrong though. As the lips turned into a smirk, Maya knows that the change is almost complete and that smirk indicated that he enjoys what he sees so far. As Isaac eventually able to move, he's practically no longer Isaac, but an entirely different person altogether. Maya ensured that this new version of Isaac, Maya named him Rod, would be falling head over heels for Maya's new look

"Theo," Rod said in his gruffy voice

Well, that's a good name....

"Why are you not spreading your ass in bed already? You know I have to get back to work later at 1, time is tight so I need to breed inside you ASAP before having my lunch and then get back to work,"

Maya is in shock......Isaac's deepest desire is to be an assertive alpha or something? And it dawned upon Maya, or Theo now, that he cannot acted like brats or said no to Theo's order. Is this part of his desire too????

"You are always one hell of an obedient boy, that's why you're my favorite cum dump. Now say aaaaaa-----

#male transformation #reality change #magic transformation #magic tf #male tf #boyfriend #male muscle growth

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fertilize-my-eggs · 8 months

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Hey I was wondering if you were still taking requests and if you are could I get a hawks x reader nsfw? One where the reader is super stressed from starting a new job and Hawks tries and find ways to distract her? Maybe starting with flirty jokes to them ending up in bed? Or them watching a movie and not watching the movie at all because hawks again has *other* ideas...

Stress reliever

Paired: hawks x fem! Reader smut

A/N: this is for all the hawks simps, it's been a while since I written about him but hopefully this satisfied all of you👁👁 ( I'm super sorry that this was in draft for the longest but I hope you enjoy this and worth the wait. ) I've been craving shigaraki content lately but now y'all simps are finally getting some hawk thirst content hope y'all enjoy😉💕

Warings: very horny needy hawks + ton of petnames + body massage/body worship + creampie + breeding kink + dirty talk.

"Come on baby, you're been working too much." Keigo whined at you, you were working on papers from your new job.

You start working at an elementary school teaching the little ones how to learn the alphabet and reading. At first it looks pretty easy but it's quite stressful. You want to pull your own hair out whenever the children start fights or cry out for their parents. It's not fun when your boss is strict, you sigh heavily and stretch a bit.

"I can't keigo, I gotta work on these papers. It's very important." Keigo lets out a dramatic sigh as he's leaning in to pull your waist close to him.

He gives soft light kisses on your neck, you would be very annoyed by this but you find him too cute being extra needy.

"I got an idea.." He pecks his lips to your ear, he's sound... Like he was breathing heavily.

"How's about I give you a nice massage?" He purrs softly, you thought about it but everytime he does it, it will lead him wrecking your insides each time. You look into his amber eyes as it has want and need as you let out a long sigh.

"Okay fine... But no funny business, just a few minutes." Oh you shouldn't have trusted him, keigo's smirk grew big... Very maliciously.

He removed his arms around your waist but he still wanted you so he pulled you up and you were basically dragged into your shared room.

Keigo grabs the lotion, one of his favorites, as he turns to you.

"Take your clothes off my dove." You raise your eyebrow at him.

"Is to help with the body message." You chuckle as you shake your head at him.

You slowly remove each clothes off making keigo stare a little longer on your soft naked skin now being revealed.

You lay on your stomach on the soft cozy sheets as he takes his time to warm his hands.

You look at him with little annoyance by his slow pace. The squeezed of the bottle echo in your shared room.

You let out a groan and felt his hands on your shoulder giving a few rubs, he moved to your back with soft strokes. The sweet smell of vanilla hits your nose as you lay your head to the side looking at keigo doing the work.

Things were going great when he grabbed hold of your cheeks, spead it a bit wide then he bit his lips to hide his groans.

"Mhmm your ass is so tender angel." Keigo squeezed more lotion onto your ass as he continued the massage.

You whine at his fingers kneading your soft skin. The fingertips trace your stretch marks and cellulite.

" So perfect… beautiful baby. " he hums softly as he continues to rub your skin.

Keigo groans out loud, you turn your head to the side to see him drooling at your beauty, his red wings spread out.

Keigo leans in to whisper seductively." Bet you will be even more beautiful with your belly being swole and round." He lay on top of you, grinding his hips softly, feeling his member get hard.

" seeing you being sweet towards those children… fuck~! " he nips at your neck as he pants quietly.

" Just think about it… our own little mini me looks just as beautiful as their mama." He goes to your ear as he begins to breathe heavily.

" let me have you… just please~.. do it for me yeah? " you couldn't find words to answer as you nodded your head letting him do whatever he pleases. You can't say no to your pretty boyfriend who is needy and wants you.

Keigo groans out as he leans away." Good girl. " he gently pulled his pants down a bit.

" Such a good girl~. always looks pretty for me. " you gasp out feeling his fingers sliding inside your hole.

" So wet for me my sweet dove. "The fingers go in and out as a slow tease way making you squirm, you start to get needy too, whining and move your hips back with his thrust.

" ahh not too fast baby girl. " he bites his lips as he holds your hips down. " You don't wanna end too soon yeah? " add two more fingers as he begins to go a bit fast.

You roll your eyes backwards as your saliva slowly slides down your chin.

" please kei… I want you please~. "Keigo hums softly as he rolls his hips on your thigh.

" Hmm, I thought you wanted to do your work. I can leave you alone after all~. " you can hear his teasing sing song voice as you feel his fingers sliding out as he begins to remove himself. This is how he always gets you every single time you get a body massage from him.

" no no no please don't~!! " you cry out as you try to grab his coat back.

" keigo stop teasing me already, I want your cock so bad~! Please don't leave me. " work every time as keigo has a smirk on his face.

" alright baby~." He pulls more of his pants down releasing his hard manhood.

He tapped your entrance as he's still teasing you, you whined out.

" please keigo… fuck me please~.. " you pout at him as he bite his lips hard, he can't say no to his beautiful baby.

He slid inside your tight velvet walls as he groaned out, the feeling is always incredible, he can't get enough of you and your voluptuous body.

He hump your behind, rolling his hips at a nice and slow pace. Your body is covered in sweats, his musky smell linger in your nostrils as you melted away. You grab the sheets for dear life as he pulls fully back to slam your inside, the drool dripping down the bed as it starts to shake uncontrollably by his thrusts.

His large hand finds itself on your neck as he chokes you a bit.

" my beautiful baby girl~ taking me so well.. auhh fuck~!!! " you choke a bit of your saliva but you didn't care, you were intoxicated by him and his thrusts made you lose your voice. Your mind is clouded with lust and only thinking about him and his pretty cock inside you.

He grabbed your hips upwards as he began to pound harder and faster, the loud skin slapping skin echoing in the room as you cry out his name for more.

" I can't last any longer.. mhmm cum with me, pretty girl and I'll give you your reward for being good to me." He whines out, the fingers sliding your soft skin to your core as he begins to rub your clit the way you like it.

Your toes curl in as you begin to reach your end. You cream around his throbbing cock as he goes faster at pace, his thrust becomes sloppy by the second.

" there it comes~ take it take it fucking take it all dove~!! " he chants your name over and over again as you feel the flow of his cum filling you up. The warmth inside feels nice as you mewling sweetly at him.

You lay there exhausted as he gives kisses all over your face, he pets your hair softly as he coo at you.

" don't worry about the paper babe, I'll help you out." You mumble something as you close your eyes shut.

Keigo gets off of you as he watches his cum slowly come out of your hole, he pulls his phone out to take a couple of videos and pictures of you.

He always loves it whenever he is alone to get off on the thought of you getting pregnant by him, it makes his heart swell with delight.

Keigo put his phone back into pocket, he leaned in to give you one last kiss as he walked away to where your paperwork is at.

You're having a good, nice sleep but you already know it's gonna be a long night once keigo finishes your work and comes crawling back to your shared bedroom.

#anime #mha #bnha #fanfic #minors dni #smut #hawks x you #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #breeding kink anyone?👀#bnha keigo #keigo x you #smut fanfics #needy hawks

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theresthesnitch · 9 months

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If the face fits

Jily meet cute! ....well, this might be a meet ugly, but it's all I can think of. Based on a video I saw a while back, and I'll try to post it if I find it again. NSFW below the cut.

Lily hates the first day at a new gym.

Trying out a new gym is always a bit uncomfortable. There are rules and expectations that are common across every gym, of course, but each one has its own culture that you really can’t know until you walk in the door. What is the flow around the equipment? What is the acceptable time on a machine? Where is the best vantage point to check out the gym hotties?

Lily despises walking in without knowing what to expect, but she and Mary moved to this city a month ago, and running outside is only going to get her by for so long. She needs some actual gym equipment. So, she’s braving gym visits.

This one, Marauders Fitness (“We solemnly swear to get you swole!”) caught her eye. It’s run by four guys, each of whom are sexy in that sweaty-abs-on-display sort of way, if you’re someone who is into that sort of thing. (Lily… Lily was into that sort of thing). They offered a three-day visit pass, and this is Lily’s first day.

She is already feeling the distinct exhaustion in her underused muscle, knowing that she’ll be deliciously sore tomorrow. All she needs is to lift some weights, and she’ll be done.

She pulls out her phone to text Mary, who is stuck at work, as she sits down on the weight bench. Only, she doesn’t actually sit on the bench.

Lily turns to look and jumps up again, just in time to see a guy with messy hair sit up from where he had laid down on the bench. “Oh, oh my god. I’m so–”

She turns and runs. There’s really no other solution now, right? As much as she liked this gym, she can never, ever return. She honestly debates leaving her bag in the locker room, until she realizes her keys are in there, and she doubles back for it.

“Hey, wait a minute!”

She turns to see Mr. Messy Hair coming after her, jogging to catch up. “Nope, sorry. I have, um, an urgent appointment somewhere else. Across town. I have to go.”

“You can’t go yet,” he says, walking beside her as she continues toward the locker room.

“Yes, I can. Can’t be helped, must go.” She tries to walk a little faster, but this guy is tall and his long legs take big strides.

“Well, before you run out, at least give me your name and number.” He looks down at her with a smirk, and she pretends it doesn’t make her stomach swoop. “You wouldn’t just sit on my face and run, would you?”

Lily groans. “You did not just use that line.”

He laughs, and it’s such a full, happy sound. “It’s terrible, I know, but you can’t blame me. It’s like a once in a lifetime kind of a line.”

“Listen, about that, I’m really sorry–”

“NOPE!” He smiles as he cuts her off. “You don’t get to apologize for that. I think we were both a little at fault for that one, so if you apologize, I’m going to have to apologize, then you’ll think you have to apologize, and we’ll be stuck in a playback loop.”

Lily scoffs. “Maybe, but only one of us sat on the other’s face.”

“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He crosses his arms over his chest, a playful tug to his lips.

“Say what?”

He leans in, like he’s sharing a secret. “I really didn’t mind it that much.”

Lily feels herself flush. “I really have to go.”

“No, come on. You didn’t even finish your workout!” He gestures back at the gym. “Why don’t you finish? I can help if you want.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Was that another double entendre?”

His eyes go wide. “No. I mean, not intentionally. I just meant–” He sighs. “At least tell me you’ll come back?”

Lily laughs, and there’s a hysterical note to it. “No, absolutely not.”

“What if I throw in free personal trainer services?”

She glares at him. “Do these services involve you laying on my weight bench?”

“No, I promise.” He waves over her shoulder. “I’ll even set it up with Sirius so you don’t have to deal with me.”

She looks over her shoulder at three guys who are still standing by The Weight Bench (an incident like that deserves a Proper Title), grinning like they enjoy watching this train wreck. One of them–Sirius, presumably–waves back.

It’s only then that the realization lands hard in her stomach. She’s seen this guy before. All of them. “Oh my god. You’re the owner?” She walks past him, a bit in a daze. “I just sat on the gym owner’s face.”

“It was a new experience for me, too.” He follows her as she walks back toward the locker room. “I’m James, by the way.”

“Lily,” she says, but she’s hardly paying attention.

“Are you still going to leave, Lily?”

A hysterical bubble of laughter pops out. “I should. I should move all the way back to my parents’ house and climb under my Barbie blanket and just give up.”

“You could,” James says. “Or there’s another option and–I might be a bit biased, but I think it’s a better option.”

“What’s that?” she asks, turning to face him.

“Go on a date with me?” He’s really very cute when he smiles, glasses a little lopsided (that might be her fault) and a crooked grin. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Face sitting optional.”

Lily laughs. She can’t help it; it’s just the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in her life. She holds up a finger. “One condition.”

“Anything,” he says.

“Please stop mentioning face sitting.”

#jily #james potter #lily evans #meet cute #meet ugly #they met and now they're going to fall in love #face sitting optional #snitchwrites

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circusgoth-dotcom · 6 months

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Scenes From The Shadow Gallery

Ship: V x Companion

Word Count: 962

Summary: Wanted to get something out before the end of Guy Fawkes Day, so here's the scenes in which Evey is initially brought to the Shadow Gallery and how they would play out with my s/i being there. CWs for imprisonment (though technically for both Evey and V's safety), food mentions, fire mention.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @dudefrommywesterns @rexscanonwife

Companion had been at V’s side through every step of their plans thus far, but they had been separated when fleeing the hijacking of Britain’s largest newscasting outlet. Upon reaching the Shadow Gallery alone, Companion prepared for V’s return. He knew he had escaped, so there was only time to pass.

It was hardly even an hour before V finally turned up.

“My love,” Companion greeted as he rose from an elegant chaise. The two approached each other and he held the sides of his mask in his hands.

“My stars,” V gently took away their hands, holding onto them. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

Companion cocked his head to the side. “What is it? I thought everything’s been going according to…?”

“There’s been… a slight curveball. You remember the young woman I crossed paths with?”

Companion nodded.

“She worked at the Tower. She lent a hand in my escape, but in the process she was knocked unconscious by my assailant. I couldn’t leave her there.”

“So she’s here?”

V nodded. “Our bedroom.”

Companion’s hands slipped out of his as they anxiously wiped their palms on their trousers. “I suppose we have to keep her here, then.”

“Yes.”

“What’s she like?”

Companion could hear the smile in V’s voice as he answered, “I’m not sure yet. But I think she’s more like us than she is like them. Now then,” he approached a jukebox containing more songs blacklisted by the Norsefire party than not and began to browse. “How about some music?”

~~~

A few songs passed before Evey came out of the bedroom, intrigued by the sound of the jukebox. She jumped when Companion appeared behind it.

“You must be our guest.”

“Who are you?”

They smiled and walked around the jukebox. “V’s partner.” He extended his hand, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She hesitantly shook it. “What am I doing here?”

“Because your forehead’s swole up to a goose egg, that’s what. Ah, speaking of V…” As Companion spoke, V entered the room and Evey turned to face him. “Why don’t I let him explain what’s happening while I get you something to put on that lump?”

V nodded at him and Companion took his leave. When he returned with a bag of frozen peas, Evey had gone and V was standing to the side, appearing disgruntled. Companion sighed.

“Well, so much for these. Let me guess, she doesn’t want to stay.”

“Unfortunately for all of us. But you know what will happen if we let her go.”

Companion set aside the peas and embraced him, resting their head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around them, pressing the lips of his mask against the top of their head.

“Don’t worry, my love,” Companion hummed. V said nothing. “Just be patient with her. Any plans for breakfast?” They stepped back, looking up at him.

“Hmm… egg in a basket, perhaps? Thick-cut bacon for you, of course…” He affectionately ran his hand over their short hair.

“That sounds lovely, I'm sure Evey will be more than happy to discuss things after a meal like that."

“Yes, you’re probably right, who knows when she had lunch. We should get some rest.”

~~~

The next morning, V got up and made breakfast while Companion turned on the radio and read the morning newspaper, smiling cynically over the way their government tried to cover up V’s heroic deeds.

“Do you think we’ll make a difference?” He asked. V looked up from the stove.

“That’s up to what the masses take away from my call to action, isn’t it, my dear?”

“But do you think they listened?”

V looked over his shoulder. “I know it’s easy to be pessimistic, Companion, but look what we’ve done so far. Somebody, even if it’s just one person, listened yesterday. Eventually, it will snowball. But until then, we can only rely on optimism, yes?”

Companion swallowed, nodding in agreement as he closed the paper.

“V--” Evey had appeared, looking sheepish. V turned completely toward her.

“Ah, bonjour mademoiselle.”

“I wanted to apologize for how I reacted last night.”

“Hm.”

“I understand what you’ve done for me and I want you to know that I’m grateful…” She trailed off as her eyes shifted away from his mask. “Your hands…”

“Yes…” V quickly turned away to put on his gloves while Companion stood and began to pour fresh tea. “There, that’s better. I hope I didn’t put you off your appetite.”

“Oh, no, please, I just… are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” V mumbled, losing himself in the cooking again.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

“There was a fire,” V and Companion spoke at once, both freezing and refusing to look at Evey.

“We were both in it, but V… suffered the most,” Companion continued, stretching his own gloved hands before chuckling softly. “You should see my back.”

“It’s ancient history, for some,” V added.

“But it doesn’t make for very good table conversation, so,” Companion held up the tea tray, “Would you like some tea with your eggs?”

“Oh, yes, that would be wonderful, I’m starving actually…”

“Then please, take a seat,” V instructed, plating the toast he had made and placing it on the table. Evey sat and Companion handed her one of the cups.

“I never caught your name,” she mentioned to him. “You only introduced yourself as V’s partner…”

“Yes, Evey, this is my dearest Companion. We’ve been through many a disquiet together.” V squeezed one of their hands affectionately.

“But his name…?”

“That’s it. Companion,” they explained before smiling. “Bit on the nose, isn’t it?” They took up their own seat as V served a second plate.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Thank you for the concern, Evey, but I already have.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #safe shipping #self insert #self insert oc #oc x canon #self x canon #self insert x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus scripts #📺Love Is A Smoke and Is Made With The Fumes of Sighs🧨#🖼️👥.s/i

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random-nimona-fan-stuff · 7 months

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idk where this came from, but have some smut drabble.

tw: Todd, classism, nsfw, dick-measuring contest, invasion of privacy

It was pretty late by time Todd strolled into the Institute showers. Cadets weren’t technically allowed in the Knight’s Baths, but he was nearly a Knight himself and no one would dare turn away a Sureblade. He took a moment to pucker his lips at a mirror, admiring his physique, before setting down his bath tote. As he sorted through bottles and brushes, he realized he could hear water running.

Well of course Todd, he was in a bathroom, where there was water and stuff. He was so smart. Todd Rules! He peeked down the row of shower stalls. The privacy shield was only active on the last stall, obscuring from calf to crown. The Institute claimed it was to prevent sharing showers and other such activities among the cadets. He heard a splash and caught a glimpse of dark calves and pale soles.

He shrugged and was going to turn back to his stuff, but then he heard a muffled moan. Todd’s eyes shot open, his brain reaching for straws until something connected.

Was that – sex? Whoa!

Todd had never seen or heard sex before. Sure, he’d instigated plenty dick measuring contests in the student barracks – had some crazy results once people started taking their hormones as they got older too. He’d always made sure he was biggest and first until they finally saw GoldenGroin’s contribution to the cadet Hall of BDE Fame. Sure, he’d jacked off plenty, even in the showers, to deepfakes of Ballister. He’d seen videos on the internet, really, who hadn’t? But he hadn’t seen it, or heard it, in real life.

Todd’s mouth turned up in a nasty grin as he realized the only cadet who didn’t shower immediately after class let out was his favourite punching bag– Ballister. He knew the little shit was just avoiding his mandatory entry to the hazing dick measurement contest out of shame. And now he was jerking it in the shower, and Todd grinned with a half thought out idea to interrupt and finally see what little junk the peasant must be hiding between his legs.

“Hey Ballister! Finally washing off that street rat stink?” he called down the hall, strolling towards his victim. He hadn’t got the commoner to submit to the yearly dick measurement contest, even when his bro Goldenloin had finally joined in the juvenile games. There was a strangled noise in response.

“Make sure to get between those hairy cheeks too, you gross fcking peasant. Won’t matter anyway – you’re just wasting your time, stinking up the place. You know they’ll never knight you,” Todd taunted, reaching for the privacy shield.

Ballister’s plump, round asscheeks held his mortified gaze first. The peasant cadet knelt on the shower floor, his muscled arms tightly clutching the golden thighs wrapped around his head. Those tan legs over the street rat’s shoulders were connected to the hip bone, connected to the spine bone – connected to one Golden Boy pinned to the shower wall with his golden loins swallowed to the hilt in the commoner’s stretched mouth. Water splashed over them, Ambrosius’ wet blonde hair thrown back as he stuffed a fist in his mouth to keep quiet.

Todd dropped his eyes and they nearly popped out. Hanging flaccid between Ballister’s legs was a monster dong . Todd couldn’t stop staring at it, watching as a dribble of spunk dripped to the tiles from the swole head. He swore the massive brown cock was touching the floor as the peasant knelt between Ambrosius’ legs, deep-throating the most noble dick in the realm. Todd looked up again with his face on fire, and met Goldenloin’s furious glare. Caught. He was gonna die he was gonnadiegonnadie-

GET THE FCK OUT, LEAVE NOW! Goldenloin mouthed at him, lips twisted in a snarl. GET THE FCK OUT NOW OR I WILL FCKING CASTRATE KILL YOU WHEN I COME FOR YOU.

Todd stumbled backwards from the Golden Glare, and fled. Goldenloin would be coming for him for this one, and he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this time.

#goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #thoddeus sureblade #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart

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spiritualsimtatyana2000 · 11 months

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Just Sleep with Me Already: Deleted Scenes (Jak x Ratchet)

Deleted Scene 1: He's Filling Out

After Ratchet reluctantly chose to stay in a room with Jak, Jak is shirtless with black boxers on when he lays on his bed. "OK, Jak. I'm undressing. Don't try to look at my butt because you got a girlfriend." said Ratchet.

Ratchet is slightly nervous about undressing him in front of Jak, but he takes his shirt off and then takes his pants. Ratchet is wearing grey boxers, he has a nice butt. Jak looks at his butt and toned legs while laying down, without Ratchet looking. "Wow, I have never seen Ratchet's butt filling out. And his legs are toned up... I know I don't want to hurt Keira, but he's fine as hell. He got a nice, beautiful ass like he's filling out alright!" said Jak in his own thoughts.

Ratchet turns his head to look at Jak behind him, and caught him looking at his butt.

"This dude gay," said Ratchet, in his thoughts.

Jak looks at Ratchet's face, knowing he got caught. "Sorry," said Jak, blushing. Jak turned off the light.

Deleted Scene 2: A Spooning Moment

As Jak spoons Ratchet who is frozen up with tension while lying in bed with him, he strokes his ears while wondering why is Ratchet tensing up. Jak realized that it is his erection when his groin pressed against Ratchet's butt. "Now I see why Ratchet is tensing up," said Jak, in his thoughts. Jak smirks while stroking Ratchet's ears, his fingers slithered down his fur to touch Ratchet's thigh. Jak begins to kiss Ratchet's shoulder and his upper arm, causing Ratchet's eyes to open wider in surprise.

"Oh no, I feel that dude's thing poking me in the butt. God, look at this dude, what is he doing behind me? Look at this pervert, he's swole. And he's kissing on me, I want to kick him in the nuts for this. This is sexual harassment here." said Ratchet, in his thoughts.

"W-what are you doing, Jak?" asked Ratchet, blushing.

Deleted Scene 3: Pillow Talk

After being told to go to sleep by Jak, Ratchet slowly closes his eyes. But Jak kisses him on the lips passionately, which shocks Ratchet. Jak smacks him in the butt, making him blush. "I see you're not tensed now, huh?" said Jak. "Uh... uh." said Ratchet, stuttered.

Jak kisses him on the neck, then kisses down Ratchet's side: his waist, hip, and thigh while squeezing and slapping Ratchet's butt and caressing his thigh. Ratchet closed his eyes with pleasure. "And there he goes, kissing me now. I feel that he's not a harasser at all, but a flirt. I think he wants to have a bisexual experience... with me. Like it's his bisexual awakening." said Ratchet in his thoughts.

Jak lays on his back, wanting Ratchet to get on top of him. And Ratchet gets on top of him, straddling him.

"God, you're so beautiful." said Jak, grabbing Ratchet's butt.

They kissed, starting their make out session for 10 mins. Unaware that Sly is outside, recording a video on them, laughing.

#Jak x Ratchet #jak and daxter #jak and daxter fanfic #ratchet and clank #ratchet and clank fanfiction #Crossover fanfiction #jatchet #ratchet x jak #sly cooper #sly cooper fanfic

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superman86to99 · 2 years

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Superman #88 (April 1994)

Bizarro's World, Finale! The cover above is actually pretty misleading: Bizarro doesn’t punch Superman in this issue, but he does punch... your heart. Lex Luthor Jr. has captured Bizarro and wants to kill and dissect him on the off-chance that his bizarre-o DNA contains the key to cure the affliction that has slowly been turning Lex into Professor X (minus the powers).

Superman and Lois Lane show up at LexCorp to save Bizarro, since they now realize he's just an innocent doofus with a crush on her. While Superman is stalled by some armored Lex-Men, Dr. Sydney Happersen works tirelessly to analyze Bizarro's body in hopes of finding a cure for his beloved boss -- you have to love your boss to continue working despite the fact that a monster burned half your face off like a day ago (in comic book time).

Happersen manages to isolate the key to curing Luthor... just as Superman arrives and clumsily sets fire to Lex’s computers with his recently augmented heat vision.

As Superman tries to contain that fire he started, Happersen orders an armored goon to "get a piece of Bizarro's tissue" -- which the goon takes to mean "stab the bastard." Happersen uses that tissue to finally create a cure for Luthor while Bizarro dies on the arms of his beloved Lois, who finally sees him as Superman, even if for just a second.

It's a beautiful and dignified end for the chara-- oh wait, no, he isn't dead yet. Right before shuffling off for good, Bizarro summons one final bit of strength to destroy the computer containing the cure and screw Lex over. Which, in a way, is an even more dignified end.

They should really start making these computers heat vision-proof. Anyway, that goon who stabbed Bizarro seems to be taking this rather badly and breaks down in front of everyone -- because, to Lois' shock, he's actually a frail and completely bald Lex Jr. in disguise.

Wait, where’s Superman during all this? Oh yeah, he had to fly off into space to get rid of a tank of burning chemicals before it exploded, but just as he’s about to head back to Earth he notices he's somehow getting more... swole?

TO BE CONTINUED!

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Obviously, Lex had everything that happened in this issue coming, but the fact that Happersen had a cure for the Clone Plague and Superman/Bizarro destroyed it kinda sucks for the other clones living in Metropolis. How many more died between this issue and the end of the storyline? Then again, there's a big chance LexCorp would have kept the cure to itself without Superman being able to do anything about it anyway.

Don Sparrow says: "Lex’s sleight of hand, digitally altering his appearance while instructing Team Luthor is quite prescient of today, and the various Instagram filters, which can automatically change a face in real time." That's a good point. Did Lex Luthor invent Snapchat filters in the '90s? Did he ever accidentally press something and make it look like he had dog ears and make-up on?

Among the many examples of Superman's powers going out of control in this issue is a scene where he flies so fast while carrying Lois that she can't breathe. Shouldn't that happen every time they're flying too fast for other people to see, though? I always figured Superman's aura gave her a little pocket of breathable air or something.

Moments after that (and accidentally throwing a Team Luthor goon off a building while trying to push him away), Superman willingly uses his heat vision right next to Lois to break some handcuffs a goon slapped on her. Dude, seriously? You're lucky she didn't burn up like a LexCorp computer. Unless Superman was just casually looking at the handcuffs and did that by accident and tried to play it cool?

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And now, more from Don Sparrow! Take it (up, up, and) away:

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We start as always with the cover, and it’s a pretty good one. The time-honoured (and rarely seen, during this era, where they’re hard at work at the upcoming Superman/Doomsday mini) team of Jurgens and Breeding showing Bizarro throwing down with Superman, with an emaciated Lex behind them. The computer screen is a bit confusing in how much of the screen it takes up (it reminds me a bit of Jurgens’ drawings of “entropy” in the upcoming Zero Hour mini-series, but in green).

Inside the book we’re greeted by a full page splash of a sickly Lex (surprisingly ratty blanket for a billionaire!) in our second straight guest issue by Stuart Immonen. Immonen excels at most things, but technology here looks particularly believable. A little further into the issue, the facial expressions between Superman and Lois tell the story well, as Superman doesn’t recognize how much his speed has grown over the usual. Immonen’s Superman has more of a mane than we’ve seen in other books up to now. A couple of pages later, the tall thin panel arrangement really gives the sense of height appropriate for a skyscraper.

We’ve mentioned throughout the series how many parallels there are between Bizarro and Frankenstein, and being restrained to a table once again reminds me of the monster. Immonen’s signature rim lighting is use to good effect on the scenes with Happersen at the computer.

Once Lois and Superman arrive to rescue the guy Superman’s been fighting the last few issues, the desperation and pain in Bizarro’s face is haunting on page 13. It’s a small detail, but as the lab goes up in flames, the background silhouette of Superman dousing flame with his cape is masterful—lots of motion and gesture, even for a totally darkened figure.

There never seems to be a shortage of Lois pieta poses in these pages, and this issue is no different—the exchange between them at the end of the issue is particularly affecting. The effect of the now-dead Bizarro fully crystalizing is a good one as well, as he looks completely stripped of life and colour—though I don’t fully get how his clothes also lightened. [Max: I still don’t understand how they darkened from regular Superman colors in the first place last issue. Let’s go with “unstable molecules.”]

STRAY OBSERVATIONS:

I personally prefer the more Ed-Hannigan-inspired Lex suits, but it’s nice to see consistency, as these ones look a lot like the ones Mxyzptlk played with all the way back in Superman #31 (aside from the purple colour, rather than the stormtrooper white we get here).

I’ve already stated my one-and-only-beef with Stuart Immonen’s Superman is that he’s sometimes not handsome enough, but how youthful he draws the Man of Steel is certainly a breath of fresh air.

Not much for “B” storyline here, the struggle to free Bizarro takes up pretty much this entire story. [Max: True, I guess the only “B” story is Superman’s powers growing out of control... which is about to become the “A” story in the following issues.]

#superman #dan jurgens #stuart immonen #josef rubinstein #bizarro #sydney happersen #professor lex #mysteriously color changing clothes #clone plague #Bizarro's World

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tsuraiwrites · 1 year

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weekly fic roundup

I’m an even more avid fic reader than writer, so trying to share some of the fics I’ve enjoyed this past week. mostly long fic.

ASOIAF & Solo Leveling

Breaking News: Westeros Lord Marries Stranger? What You Read Will Shock You! — tywin lannister/sung jin-woo wip

A story where Sung Jinwoo is a S rank hunter who's still busy clearing gates on Earth and taking care of his sister but has also (accidentally and unknowingly) gotten himself engaged to a certain blonde lord on another planet.

BNHA

Oracle — midoriya izuku/shinsou hitoshi wip

In which Izuku's quirk allows him to remember his past life and it becomes his driving force to become a hero and mend the mistakes of the people from his past.

Dragon Age

Someone Else — gen (so far) wip

Canon takes a brick in the face by the name of Carver Hawke.

Or: The “modern character in Thedas” trope done a liiiittle differently. Maker have mercy on us all.

Or: I can’t find a fic where the transmigrated modern character in Thedas actually massively changes canon from DAO to DAI, so I write it myself.

MDZS 江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting — jiang cheng/ofc wip

Fan Dingxiang cultivates the swole path. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to handle that.

pine branches swaying in time — jiang cheng/multi wip

The second time Jiang Cheng lives, he is not born as the sect heir.

The Sandman

Giving Sanctuary — dream/hob gadling wip

In 1689, Hob Gadling and Dream meet once more, after Hob has lost everything. That night, their meeting goes on longer than expected when the conversation turns to what it means to live, to lose, and to be the fathers of dead sons. Unable to bear the thought of sending a man who so echoes Dream's own grief back into the night alone, Dream breaks his own rule and invites Hob to stay with him for a time, at least until he can get back on his feet.

The story of two grief-stricken, divorced, and widowed fathers to sons they lost too young truly seeing one another and there, at their lowest point, doing their best to put themselves and each other back together.

Stranger Things

Chronomancy for Beginners — steddie wip

Bleeding out in Dustin’s arms, Eddie’s more or less made peace with the fact he’s dying. The last thing he expects is to wake up in his seventeen-year-old body on the day Will Byers goes missing. If this is real and Eddie hasn’t had a total psychotic break, maybe he can prevent a whole bunch of bad shit from happening.

Too bad no one took the time to fill Eddie in on the finer details of what the fuck’s been going on in Hawkins since November 1983.

Also, 1983 Steve Harrington kind of sucks.

The Witcher

The End Is Where We Start — duny/pavetta wip

Ciri can't accept defeat, so she gives herself a second chance in the way that only Ciri could.

Everyone else is just trying to keep up.

#fic rec #weekly fic round up #asoiaf recs #solo leveling recs #bnha recs #mdzs recs #the sandman recs #stranger things recs #the witcher recs

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minnasankyuu · 11 months

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Everyone, thank you!

Welcome everyone!

I'm making this blog in an attempt to discuss a lot of things I thought I'd actually be creating and making to share with the world. My ultimate dream of creation, if you will. I'd be making videos on YouTube or already have my art posted honestly if I had the energy to do so.

Which is why I'm here. I haven't had the energy to really create in the medium I'm used to. At a time in my life where I should feel the most energized, I'm not working a soul sucking job, and I'm at the most peace I've ever been... my health is what's turned on me. So, I have to discuss that first unfortunately before I dive into what I want to be a wonderful world of creativity and better discussion.

The TL;DR: I'm not sure what it is, but it's been debilitating. I'm worried it may be something serious.

The long story: Sometime back in September 2022, I felt rib pain at work. A few days later, I'm still not sure what happened but it felt either a heart attack, panic attack, or stroke. I could see fine, limbs were still working, I could talk, I just felt like I really needed to throw up with a general sense of I need help. Urgent care said I should go to emergency. Emergency showed I was normal.

I lived. But my body felt really weak and fatigued over the next few days. I felt constant shocks and tingling sensations in my right face, right arm, right ribs, pelvis, and left leg. I could see out of each eye just fine, but at certain times, I could feel it kinda' going in and out. You know, like that feeling you get when you're just not really focused on any particular thing or you're spacing out? That feeling. I went to urgent care to see if they could do something, then I went to a doctor for blood tests... all normal. So, I didn't think much of it. I was still able to go and work, but it was a chore. I had drank so much water and my body still felt drained. I couldn't even eat. I had dropped like 5 pounds not by choice, but because eating felt like I had to force it. I was light-headed and just in pain.

Then, one day, trying to do a push up, I felt so frustrated at how tired my body was that I started to cry on the floor. It felt like I messed up something bad. But then, I grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and felt like I had energy again that I hadn't felt in days. I could eat normal. I thought maybe I was overhydrating to compensate for what happened.

Still feel the weird nerve pain for a few months, I went to the ER before I finally started my new job. I had to know if I messed something up. How bad was it. And... my tests came back normal. I was worried about gallstones, liver, kidney, kidney stones... and nothing. CT scan came back normal. It was a relief. So, I thought maybe it's just something that happened that day that would just get better over time.

As I adjusted to not constantly being on my feet and forcing myself to push through on my foot I had broken years ago, the nerve pain started to... get better/change. I also noticed that as I started sitting more, the nerve pain moved. Almost as if I was pinching something or maybe a disc slipped. It would make sense, my gait worsened over the years and I have gotten to a point where my right shoulder is slumped bad and forward (even before the incident). My right hip sits very high in comparison to my left. When I plant both feet on the ground, my left sits comfortably where at times, my right foot is either tight or my heel is raised.

One day, I realized that where I slept on my bed wasn't great: I actually had my right side somewhat off the edge and close to the wall. Tired of all the pain, I adjusted my body started focusing on my posture. I slept in the middle of my bed. And boy... what an experience that was. My rib cage felt like it inflated and swole up and for the next few days just a wave of pain moved from there, to my shoulder, to my face and felt like it was going to take over my brain. It was very creepy and frightening. I had tension headaches and weird nerve shocks crawling in my lip and neck. But, my doctor told me once I told him I adjusted how I slept maybe this was all just musculoskeletal.

Well, that might be right, I'm not sure. Suddenly however, I remember feeling really chipper and good about work. I went to go plop down in my seat and as I did, it felt like a bolt or shock ran down my left arm. Suddenly, my work felt clumsy. I was typing things that used to feel automatic incorrectly. And all I could think about was my left arm now getting this pain.

I went to ER that day and talked about the pain I had been feeling because I was in fear of this being something serious. The triage guy was in a mood that day and was really rude to the lady before me who had broken her ankle and to me when I explained the pain. I spent 6 hours waiting (most likely because the triage guy classified my pain low) and all I got was an anxiety/panic attack diagnosis. They saw my previous CT and based it off that. I asked if they could at least examine my spine and got a no. So, I went home, out $300, disappointed.

I stopped by CVS and got one of those electrolyte mixer things, chugged one before I went to sleep, and just passed out. I actually slept nearly on my stomach, I was that frustrated. And suddenly, four hours later even without food, I felt like nothing in my body was wrong and I could run a whole marathon. It was surreal. So, I bought packs of them thinking maybe there's just an electrolyte imbalance. But... that would wear off. What I found was that actually, sometimes depending on how I slept, my body would react differently.

So, things were well enough that I fought through it. Then, May... things got weird. I started feeling more queasy at work. Sleeping posture stopped mattering. I started therapy (which I wanted to do to talk about my life issues anyway, but this ended up being a bigger thing that my doctor sent me to because of his anxiety conclusion). But the therapy person scared me off so hard from going there ever again (I think she had the idea that my depression was from a mental thing, not that I'm in literal physical pain and it's been affecting me). She suggested Desvenlafaxine to start (she did explain the side effects, which scared me even more) and then said the worst thing she could have: the possibility of going to ketamine. Fuck no.

I never found more will power in my life, but I still felt ill. I just powered through a lot of it. Until we went to a fun little golf thing where you just tee off and hit a ball as far as you could. It was a lot of fun. Except, I realized something: my peripheral vision in my right eye was weird. Like, I could see the field just find but I was really looking hard to the right to look at anything that way. Not only that, but after all the swinging, I felt super queasy. We all sat down to eat (and let me say it now, I could throw down. You could put a 1/2 pound burger in front of me and I'll still probably eat even more after) and I grabbed a small, small plate of food and I started to eat and thought I couldn't fit anymore. Thankfully we were all talking so I used that as an excuse to not really eat as much. But it took me 30+ minutes to get through it.

I called out of work and told them I was going to the doctor the next day because I felt like hell when I came home from it. Just felt like a bunch of gastrointestinal stuff just made me feel like crap and my nerves were acting up again. I begged for a neurologist during my visit (which hopefully I can see next month) and I also scheduled a visit with an ophthalmologist about the vision.

Welp, go figure that out of all the doctors I've seen, the ophthalmologist was somehow the most helpful and caring. They did initial testing and he heard out the incident in September. He looked puzzled at first, but I know what that look is because I do it sometimes: he's trying to understand why something is off. He did some testing based on what I said and finally, he found something and I didn't feel insane. All the Simmons that I brought up concerned him unlike the other doctors who just said I'm normal. I have convergence insufficiency, which made a lot of sense with how I felt my vision felt like fine yet off. But he noticed how off it was and genuinely asked did I have any difficulties learning growing up. I laughed and told him it was such a non-issue I nearly got skipped from first grade to fourth grade. He said I should be seeing a neurologist ASAP and how I hadn't been to one yet. I had to explain my PCP never referred me and instead suggested therapy for the nerve pain because he thought it was depression/anxiety.

Which leaves me here now where my sleep has been very off. It's difficult to rest, I feel like I can hear everything in my body, and I'm kind of waiting to see doctors who can diagnose what's wrong. My fear is it's serious and man, I don't want to never get out thoughts and creations I've thought about out without actually sharing them. Even if writing is the only way I can do so.

So, that's why we're here. I know this is a rough introduction for what I promise will be way more constructive and fun, but it's the reason why I'm here. Enjoy my musings and writings. It's what I have the energy for. And I hope someday I can actually create some of these and make them reality. And also that some thoughts I have are provoking and help open up a better world.

Thank you for reading!

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pastelgrungewrecker · 2 years

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Home, Homecoming || Sg || Au of an Au of an Au...

It’s the little things That make a home.

She remembers when she was much the same as him- Scared and spitting, a hissing kitten with a crooked tail.

His arm is scarred, burnt once upon a test tube, and her severe frown melts into worry and he narrows young and familiar and strange golden eyes.

“Hey, hey now, c’mere, lemme take a look okay?”

Quickdraw, this strange copy but not of him, bares his wide fangs in another little growl- throat trembling with the sound as this Mimi Person approaches. He knows what that means, her pale hair and bright eyes be damned. He’s cornered and knows it, swallowing the fear he always had deep down and despising the fact it would be so visible in his mutated eyes.

“Back off, wench!”

“Yeah, yeah- come here kiddo- those scars are really irritated and it’s only gonna get worse.”

He snaps his teeth at her- and winces, feeling his eyes fill with unspent tears as pain radiates through his jaw. She pauses, thank whoever is watching, and gasps softly.

“Aw, kiddo... Your jaw- it’s all swole up, come on enough of this posturing shit.”

And she grabs his empty sleeve, the SHEER NERVE of her- As if her double wasn’t some vindictive bandit turned child soldier. As if she didn’t have the same voice as that bitter menace-

Mimi shook her head, tugging this new Quickdraw, new little brother like it or not; tugging him by his loose sleeve and guiding him into the wide, pale kitchen. It smelled like toaster pastries and floral soap. Smelled like clean floors and warm windows. Sunshine and homemade lunch.

He hissed swears at her through a sore and swollen jaw when suddenly she hooked an arm around his narrow middle and lifted. he froze solid, brain trying to process what was happening as he was set on the counter and realized his toes didn’t touch the floor.

“What fiendish plot are you enacting upon me-!!”

She shuffled over to the freezer, muttering to herself before leaning back to look at him.

“Do ya like watermelon or cucumber lime?”

“I. I. What?”

“Narrow as you are, you’re probably really dehydrated too- we’ll do cucumber lime and see how you like it.”

His expression was muddled and confused as something moved in the freezer and she pulled forth.... some kind of popsicle. She easily pulled the mold apart, revealing the frozen treat within and walked back over to him as the freezer door shut; snatching a paper towel as a napkin as she passed the roll.

He looked down, seeing the stick of the treat wrapped in paper towel like an old habit and couldn’t help feeling his mouth water at the cool and crisp scent. He took it- wary, narrowed-eyes and suspicion and gold circuitry...

And licked it. His eyes widened, pupils wide now as he opened his mouth and gingerly stuck the popsicle in to settle over the swollen and sore part of his jaw. Relief flooded him and the beading dewdrops in his eyes leaked just a little.

She wiped them away with her thumb, and ruffled his hair.

He watched her bustle around, gently gnawing and occasionally hiccupping as he swallowed melted popsicle as she rummaged about for a first aid kit and a clean washrag.

“Now hold still, I’m gonna clean this off and put somethin’ on it so it won’t be so sore, okay?”

He is still for a moment... and then nods slowly.

She hums while she works. He tilts his head, twitching the arm stump when something menthol cold and sharply smooth is smeared over old scars. Slowly the old sting begins to fade and she uses the rag to make a smooth line between scar and skin. Another rummage in the kit, and she pulls forth some odd... something.

“It’s a latex cover. See? It’s got little pinholes to let the stump breath but still protects it from bumps and bruises- gives it a little compression too so fluid doesn’t build up.”

She explains with a strange gentleness. Something. Something fond? Something maternal but not quite. There’s no scold, just simple words and soft touches and he feels callouses from firearms mastered too young and from hot macaroni pots-

She looks up when he makes an odd noise. She blinks, worry melting away to something... fond. Soft. Calm.

“Hey, hey now. Talk to me kiddo, what’s wrong?”

“Wh. Why are you. Why are you doing this, I don’t understand?”, he feels himself say as he removes the popsicle stick from his mouth- treat long gone, “I. I could have killed your siblings! I tried to!!”

“Not the first time someone’s tried to kill us young’n.”, she says, a tired laugh cushioning the dark confession, “And I don’t think you wanted to.”

“Says WHO?!”

“Because if you wanted to, you would’ve.”, she said gently, now rolling the cover over the stump and patting it, “You aren’t incapable. But you are emotional.”

“How dare you, I-”

She rolled her eyes and kissed his temple, “Yeah, yeah. Heir to the Glory of Kimia Colony, I know. Now try not to bump your arm nubbin okay? It’s pretty rough and this is only a temp job. I’ll have to call Paparatch and Dadzilla and see if we can get you in for some real treatment.”

“I. I don’t. How. How dare you- I’m not some CHILD to be CODDLED and BABIED and. And...”

“Uh huh, totally. Now do you like applesauce? We have it homemaaaade- lots of nutmeg and nice and cool~”

“...What’s applesauce, what is this-”

Mimi sighed, before giggling to herself and reaching into a cabinet for a bowl- fishing a spoon from a drawer while the feistier version of her little brother rumbled and ranted and huffed- well, until the big jar was pulled from the fridge and opened. He stopped mid word; and she saw his pupils blow wide and he swallowed before licking his lips.

“...Do you want some? You haven’t had lunch yet, and you’ve been studying too damn long today.”, she said absently as she spooned a healthy serving into a bowl, “You can take a break, have an apple snack, watch dino movies?”

He stared. She met his gaze.

“...Can we. Do you have any, uhm. Any cool space movies?”

“We sure do, kiddo. We got spooky alien movies in space, too.”

“That would... be acceptable.”

“Of course.”

She nodded for him to follow after she put away the massive jar- letting him carry his bowl as he sniffed curiously at it and licked his lips again. She frowned- chapped and bitten. She reminded herself to get him some of the honey chapstick QD always used.

She ushered him onto the couch- pulling one of the blankets from the trunk near the vidscreen before she murmured commands for activation, entertainment, play.

Before he knew it, he was bundled in a jungle printed velociraptor blanket with a bowl of homemade applesauce in his stomach- his jaw no longer felt so sore and his arm stump didn’t burn and his eyes were heavy and blinked out of time.

He shook himself out of it, and heard the sigh before an arm went around his shoulder.

“Stop fightin it, Quickdraw.”, his big sister- his DOUBLE’S big sister laughed, “Let yourself rest, okay? I gotcha. I’ll keep the boogeymonsters away.”

His tongue was heavy and he was tired.

“I. ‘M not-”, a wide yawn, “I don’t... I don’t need t’be a baby. Y’know.”

“I know.”, she answers simply, kissing a mop of messy black hair as he snuggles closer and his eyes drift closed, “But it’s okay to be a little bro. It’s okay to be safe, even if its just a little while. Be a little bro now- rest, sleep. I’ll be here when you get up.”

“Promise?”, he mumbles, “T’e teashers promised once. ‘N they went ‘way forever.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, gremlin. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Okay. G’night Mimi.”

She pet his shoulder, tousled his hair and leaned so his head rested against her heartbeat- just like when QD was little and the world was big and everyone seemed so scary.

Quickdraw, this new Quickdraw, slept deep and silent- an occasional whimper or mumble easily soothed away.

Mimi looked up when the door opened, raising an eyebrow at Whirl and his after-image slinking in.

“Y’all took a hot minute.”

“Yeah, yeah.”, mumbled Whirl before looking at his gentlemanly double, “C’mon Mimi, let’s set up for supper.”

Whirl’s double moved smoothly- and Quickdraw slept on.

He awoke with a wide yawn, blinking when he saw glimmering in the edge of his vision. He looked up, expecting Mimi- to see the sharp jawline of his timeline’s Whirl chuckle at his surprise.

“Not too fast, little heir.”, he crooned, easily standing and lifting the teenager as he dozily clung to a broad chest, “Applesauce is quiet the nutrient punch- especially when you are chronically underfed.”

“Where’s. Where’s MIMI-”

“I’m here! I’m here!”, said Mimi from the kitchen, looking around the corner and waving a wooden spoon, “Me and Birdy are just making dinner- c’mon, come taste test. Do y’like vegetable soup?”

“...Yes.”, he said softly, clinging to his biological parent in almost childish anxiety. Steps were solid and heavy and he felt his head spin slightly before he was gently settled into a seat at the dining room table.

“Oh man, applesauce hittin’ hard?”, asked Mimi in concern, “Geez, Birdy he’s got goosebumps-!

“Bucket on your way!”

Quickdraw hadn’t even noticed the instability of his stomach before suddenly he leaned over and gagged softly. His throat burned and he felt the panic rise as his breathing sped up too far and too fast and-

“Sssssssh, sssssh kiddo.”, whispered Mimi, and something cold against the back of his neck. She pet his hair and he felt his Whirl’s hands around his birdlike ribcage and he gagged again with a cough. He spat the bitter burning taste before slowly sitting up.

“I. I think it digested already, just some traces. Sugar.”

“It’s not sugar.”, said Mimi worriedly, “Birdy? Do we have any of the really dark bread left? He needs something heavy in his stomach before supper.”

Birdy, Whirl, looked concerned before rummaging in the pantry cabinets for a loaf of bread in a sealed clear box, “On it, Froggy. Thank God I sealed some before angel ate the whole damn loaf-”

“You KNOW he’s bread feral.”

“I know, I know.”

Quickdraw leaned sideways, up against the Whirl from his world with a hand holding onto the breast pocket of a silk shirt and a tremble went over him when a little plate with thick sliced bread and soft butter was put on the table within his reach- everything built up and up and he tasted nutmeg and homemade and smelled carrots and potatoes and good thick broth and nothing hurt and nothing burned and-

It started a sniffle. It started a sniffle and then suddenly the tears were fat and bright like dewdrops or fresh honey and it hurt to breath-

And Mimi is there, and she’s pulling him to his feet and into a hug and petting over his knobbed spine and the world is something like okay.

“Sssssssh, sh. It’s alright kiddo. Big sis is here, okay? I’m right here, cry it out, you’re alright.”

He wailed- thin and feeble and tired and scared and hurting and she rocked side to side as he clung tightly to her. He choked on air and let too many tears fall and he hear more than saw the door open and suddenly he smelled gun oil and solvent and he buried his face in Mimi’s shoulder and shook.

Stormy and Brainstorm softly sighed, First Aid nearly shoving his way through to zip to Mimi’s side.

Quickdraw trembled, staring at him in sudden onset terror but QAid’s voice was soft and kind and warm in all the ways Mimi’s was.

And he gently pet over circuit lined cheekbones.

And Mimi softly pet messy hair.

Brainstorm looked to his double, then to the paradox Quickdraw.

Stormy’s boots clicked over the floor and Aid moved away enough for him to lean down. Quickdraw recoiled, burrowing against Mimi when he saw a hand he knew had killed so many reaching out for black coils and waves and....

And warm fingers wound into thick hair, petting along waves hidden by the naturally chaotic curls.

“It’s okay, Draw.”, whispered Stormy, “Mimi’s here. Your dads are here. You’re okay. C’mon, let’s get your face splashed with some cool water. You cry like me.”

A soft chuckle. Quickdraw looked to his father, and blinked.

“..I. I do?”

“Yeah. Cheeks get blotchy too I’d guess. Come on.”

Mimi let him go, slowly, tousling that hair before Stormy hooked an arm around narrow and shaking shoulders and walked him down the hall.

Brainstorm grinned, and Stardust giggled in the carrier he wore.

“Looks like Whirl Two needs to start callin’ him by his new title.”

“And that would be?”, asked the aforementioned double.

“Daddy.”

“Been there, done that, got the rugburn.”

“AAAAAND MOMENT RUINED!”, whined Mimi, shaking her head to take over for her Papa Birdy- who was laughing himself into a coughing fit on the kitchen floor.

#pastelwrites #ot6 #fankids

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sunascumdoll · 3 years

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My my, can't just get by a nice event and not participate, can i?Imma pick the "ᴛᴇxᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ" trend, aand for the characters imma go with Toji, Choso, Hawks and Bakugo heh. Don't think there's room for kinks in this one :( Anyways, love your event <3

ᴛᴇxᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴛᴏᴊɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜰɪᴄ-ɪꜱʜ

a/n: got another request similar to this, the other characters will be on another post! i here you go bubs! i tried my best with writing toji and chose, it's my first time writing for them oof. also if the texts look weird, it's bc i dont have an iphone and had to use an app sjdhsjd.

as always reblogs are appreciated ♡

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ & ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

toji

this man is BEEFY

THICC

TIDDIES ON SWOLE MODE

the second he walked in the store everyone looked scared

so the fact that he thinks someone would take a chance at hitting on you ???

rip

toji grumbles, shoving his phone in his pocket before turning on his heels and speed walking to where he last saw you. your eyebrows furrow a bit seeing your last message left on read. sighing, you place your phone in your back pocket and begin to walk down the aisle you were currently on. you were about to turn the corner when you feel a large arm wrap around your waist and pull you flush against their chest.

you squeak and begin struggling in their arms, only for a familiar husky voice to whisper in your ear, “easy, pretty girl.”

your head tilts back, your eyes meeting those of your husband. toji leans down, placing a kiss on your lips before looking back up, his intense eyes scanning the aisle.

“where is he,” his other arm wraps around your waist and gently squeezes you.

“hm?”

“where’s the asshole who was trying to touch you,” he grits through clenched teeth.

your hand quickly flies up to cover your mouth, stifling your laughter. toji’s gaze shifts from the aisle down to you, face painted in confusion at your sudden laughing fit.

“toji, i was kidding! i honestly didn’t think you’d c- where are you going?”

toji shoves his hands back into his pockets, turns on his heels, and begins walking away from you, “to get my fucking bread.”

choso

first of all this man is extremely protective with his brothers

if you think he wouldn’t be as protective over you, yOURE WRONG

this man is glued to your hip so like no one has the chance to hit on you

but the one time.. the ONE TIME he leaves you alone and he thinks someone is hitting on you

yikers, he’s not leaving alone again. joke or not.

choso could practically feel his throat drop into his stomach reading your message.

“i knew it,” he curses, chucking his phone into his pocket.

you silently laugh to yourself as you press send. just as you’re about to lock your cell phone, you hear the loud stomping of feet rushing towards you. your head snaps in the direction of the sound, your eyes immediately landing on the sizeable intimidating figure of your boyfriend. choso’s hand wraps around your waist, yanking you towards him. you squeal as your face smashes against his chest, your tiny hands gripping at the cloth that covers his body.

“hon-”

“where are they,” choso sneers, his dark eyes scanning the empty aisle as his grip on your waist tightens.

your face contorts in confusion, only for your eyes to widen mere seconds later—the text.

“no, no, babe, that was just a prank!” you exclaim.

he glances at you before pulling you closer to his chest. his other arm wraps around you, squeezing you a bit and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“a prank? i’m glad it was only a prank, but now i refuse to leave your side.”

hawks

a clown

immediately thinks it’s a joke

“that ass is fat though”

but then the more he thinks about it

the more he gets nervous

of course, keigo would make a joke. it would be weird if he didn't make one. thankfully it’s only a prank because if you were really in trouble, you’d be done for.

you huff and shove your phone in your pocket, dissatisfied with your significant other's reaction, before grabbing your handheld basket. you toss a bag of chips into your basket and start walking towards the aisle’s exit. you’re about to turn the corner when you faceplant into someone’s chest.

“oh, sorry!”

you look up to see a familiar tuft of blonde hair. keigo’s golden eyes light up as he looks down at you, only to darken when he looks up and out into the aisle. his chest is puffed out, vermillion wings stretched and gently vibrating. you bite down onto your bottom lip, your frame shaking before bursting into laughter.

keigo tenses up before looking back down at you, “huh? what’s so funny?”

“what’s with the intimidating act?” you ask, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“you just told me someone was bothering you?”

you let out another howl, clutching your stomach as more tears roll down your face from laughing.

“one, i was kidding, and two, i didn’t think you’d even come, especially after that last text message.”

“i wasn’t going to come at first, but then i started to feel bad. but i see i should’ve gone with my initial instinct.

bakugou

why would you do this

bakugou is protective of you

you playing this prank would put everyone and the snack aisle in danger

bc he WILL blow that shit up to get to you

a loud bang comes from about four aisles over.

“oh no, that’s not good,” you groan.

katsuki turns the corner, speed walking towards you. his eyes are not looking at you but just behind you. your eyes follow his gaze, and spot an innocent older man right behind you, picking out his groceries.

katsuki walks faster, explosions going off in his hand before shoving past you, “hey, dumbass!”

the older male turns towards katsuki, eyes widening in surprise to see the furious pro hero charging him. you squeal, jumping in front of your lover and covering his mouth. you look back at the innocent stranger and smile, “p-please don’t mind him,” you exclaim before turning back towards katsuki,” please calm down, it was just a pra-”

katsuki cuts you off, his hands grabbing your waist and picking you up, only to move you to the side of him, “did you say something to my significant other? repeat it, i dare you!”

“katsuki! it was just a joke, a prank!” you jump back in front of him, your hands firmly planted on his built chest as you push him away from the man.

the explosions in katsuki’s hands cease, those angry crimson red eyes now fixated on you. you giggle nervously under his gaze and smile up at him. he growls and quickly walks away from both you and the civilian.

“babe, where are you going?”

“don’t talk to me.”

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