#he just gotta get SWOLE

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: 2 Fisted Tales

Stephen King: hey patricia is it true you used to write comics? Patricia Highsmith: [long cigarette drag] Highsmith: who told you that

King: well, i just heard- Highsmith: was it stan lee? Highsmith: musta been stan lee Highsmith: never met a cat who talked so much Highsmith: might as well be a dame with all the yap yap yappin

Dean Koontz: wowwwww did you really meet stan lee, patricia? Highsmith: yeah Koontz: wowwww! what was that like? [flashback] Stan Lee: hey there comics fans its me, stan lee Lee: how bout a date? Highsmith: no dice

Poe: steve King: i just thought she'd like to tell us about her Poe: steve Poe: just no Poe: no King: ok fine Barker: i'm gonna hear the comic story Poe: CLIVE NO

King: ah but patricia i think we'd all like to hear a comics story Patricia Highsmith: i ain't gonna tell no comic story King: well maybe I can't convince you King: but I bet I know someone who can! Alan Moore: [appearing in a flash] who dares summon the arch magus? King: the arch magus! Poe: the arch magus! Koontz: the arch magus!

Moore: speak! what boon ask ye of the arch magus? King: hey alan you've worked in comics King: how about you tell patricia that comics aren't stupid Moore: Moore: i cannot tell her that

Moore: comics are the bane of my existence! a curse upon them! Highsmith: now this guy, this guy i like Highsmith: he's got a real noodle in his noggin Moore: the arch magus would do well to hear your counsel, mortal Highsmith: sure, we could jaw a bit

Highsmith: how you feel about snails, archmagus? Moore: be these your familiars? Highsmith: "familiars" Highsmith: listen to this cat

Highsmith: ok fine you mooks wanna hear about my comics Highsmith: i'll tell ya Highsmith: but only cuz i'm here among bros Highsmith: long as its just dudes Highsmith: cuz these stories Highsmith: they get a little rough Highsmith: and you know how dames are

Highsmith: so this story's just for us dudes Highsmith: so franz Franz Kafka: what? Highsmith: you gotta go Kafka: huh? what? Kafka: why? Highsmith: you just gotta go Kafka: i don't understand Barker: oh my god franz get a clue Poe: clive

Highsmith: submitted for the approval of the midnight pals Highsmith: i call this the tale of the crime puncher Highsmith: it's about this real swole square headed guy who punches criminals Highsmith: pow! punch! bam! Highsmith: that's what comics are all about

Highsmith: so there're these 2 palookas who fight crime Highsmith: named steve and ploopie Barker: i'm sorry what Highsmith: steve and ploopie Barker: steve and WHAT Highsmith: what, you got cabbage in your ears? ploopie Barker: Barker: i'm sorry WHAT

Highsmith: anyway steve and ploopie gotta do some punching Barker: there's a lot of punching in these stories Highsmith: that's what kids want in comics Barker: huh sure yeah Barker: Barker: i'm sorry steve and WHAT Poe: let it go, clive

Highsmith: so this world war i playing ace crashes into a polish swamp Highsmith: when he dies, it creates a big mud monster Highsmith: who goes to america to harass some kid for his model air plane Barker: i'm starting to see why you didn't want to tell these stories Poe: CLIVE

Highsmith: i didn't just do action comics tho Highsmith: i wrote educational ones too Highsmith: like the two-fisted tales of oliver cromwell Highsmith: or don't mess with galileo Highsmith: or catherine the great takes out the trash

King: why didn't you stick with comics, patricia? Patricia Highsmith: eh you know how the comics biz is King: but I've heard its actually a growth industry Highsmith: is that so King: yeah they tell me that there's lots of opportunities in comics for girls Highsmith: ugh pass

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #patricia highsmith #alan moore #franz kafka #stan lee

[twinkwish]

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

[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day twenty five

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: breeding

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 0.5k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray @jjmaybankswifes-blog

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was no secret to anyone that Steve Harrington had his future planned out for himself. His fantasy of a big family, six kids, you as his wife was known to all of his friends.

Every time he thought about you getting pregnant, round belly, swole tits, his head got a little fuzzy. The perfect life with you, it would be a dream come true.

It sent his mouth reeling when you got intimate, the filter from his brain to his lips non-existent. Steve towered over you, hips rolling against you, his gaze focused on where his cock disappeared inside of you.

“Fuuuck,” Steve moaned. Your pussy wet and warm around him, your walls squeezing his cock with every thrust, “y’feel so good, baby. Fucking Christ.”

You arched your back as you clung onto Steve’s biceps for dear life, nails leaving pretty crescent shapes in his skin. You couldn’t keep quiet, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips with ease.

Steve couldn’t help it, you just looked so damn pretty like this. Fucked out beneath him and full of his cock, the closer he got to his orgasm the more the images of you spun around his brain.

“Can’t wait, fuck—“ he breathed, stopping himself to let out an ungodly groan, “can’t wait to fill you up, fill you up nice and good until you’re fuckin’ pregnant.”

The words made you keen, the boy’s name moaned into the warm air of your bedroom. You wanted more, to hear what else he wanted, what else he dreamed of but your voice was strangled, your brain incapable of forming a sentence.

“Shit, you’re gonna look so hot, you know that?” Steve asked rhetorically, his pace quickening now, the deep strokes of his cock hitting all the right spots deep inside you, “So hot and sexy carrying my kids, baby. We’re gonna do it right, get married and— and we’ll honeymoon in Italy and we’re not leaving that hotel room until you’re fuckin’ pregnant. You got it?”

“Oh my God, Steve,” you cried, a shrill wail as Steve’s words went straight to your pussy. Your cunt gushing all over Steve’s cock as he never stopped. His thrusts were hard and deep, enough to turn your vision starry.

“Baby, oh, please,” he whined. You felt too good wrapped around him, his cock pulsating inside you making his knees weak, “need to cum inside you, I gotta cum inside you. I can’t—, oh fuck.”

Steve came with a crash. An instant wave of pleasure rolled throughout his body as he filled you up with his hot cum. He cried out your name with a gasping breath, eyes squeezed firmly shut as he tried his best not to let the tears well in at his lashes.

He kept fucking his cock inside of you, fucking his cum deep inside of you until he was satisfied. As he pulled his softening shaft from you with a hiss, a slither of cum leaked from your pussy, and Steve made sure to plunge his pointer finger into your hole as you gasped, stuffing you back up.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kinktober2023 #k.fic

[fredwkong]

Himbo Maker: Jean

Jean was deep into muscle. Ever since he’d been the smallest kid in his class every year in school, he’d felt an intense need to someday become the kind of guy who could really dominate a room with his body.

However, even as an adult, he was still a little guy. He’d tried for years, but no matter what, his dark-skinned body stayed slender. So instead, he spent all his free time on forums dedicated to muscle growth, living vicariously through the experiences of others as they gained muscle and posted pictures.

One day he received an unusual message request from another guy on the forum. He’d never seen him in the threads before, but his username was Himbo_mkr so Jean assumed he was probably here for roleplay.

Techie_jean: Hey man. What’s up?

Himbo_mkr: Not much bro. Just been chilling and looking at pix of muscley dudes. I noticed you don’t make many posts. You good?

Techie_jean: Guess I’ve just never done the smart thing and gotten myself a plan.

Himbo_mkr: Brah, you don’t need a plan! I can help you get big in just a few minutes! Wanna give it a shot?

Jean chuckled. Yep, this guy was looking for some roleplay. He looked around his room. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything else to do this afternoon but play video games and build some Gundam. He may as well have some fun with this guy first.

Techie_jean: Sure! What do I have to do first?

Himbo_mkr: The first thing you gotta do is get dumb, bro! Muscles aren’t made with smarts, you need to have nothing in your brain but flexing, eating, and fucking to really build hot muscle.

Straight to the point, huh! Jean was about to type a message in character as a dummy when he felt a tingling in his head. His brain suddenly felt like it was full of cotton, he was having trouble putting thoughts together. Slowly, he made his fingers move. He had to really focus to string the words together.

Techie_jean: Bro… What’s happenin to me?

Himbo_mkr: You’re getting dumb, bro! When a guy gets really serious about getting big muscles, the power to do it comes from all of his useless brains! The smarter he was at the start, the bigger and dumber he ends up.

Jean… supposed that made sense? He couldn’t figure out how this guy could be wrong. He wasn’t really the smartest guy, after all. He scratched his head and looked around his room. It was like it was changing before his eyes, but that couldn’t be right either. No more video games, just a pile of gay muscle pornos. His gundam and other dolls replaced with sex toys and gear that he used to show off his skinny little body. Jean was definitely not smart by any means.

Dummy_jean: Yeah bro, I’m pretty stupid. What were we talkin about?

Himbo_mkr: Getting you swole, huhuhu! Now that you’ve drained your useless brain, your muscles are gonna get huge, bro! You’re a big thick muscle bro!

Jean gasped as an indescribable warm sensation overtook his whole body. With a crack, his back, arms, and legs extended, making him a towering beanpole of a man. His muscles started to vibrate, and then expand. His legs jerked as his quads and then his hamstrings inflated, and were quickly balanced by a thick, jiggly muscle ass. His pecs burst forth from his chest to form a sturdy shelf, and then his back thickened along with his lats, belly, and growing arms.

Looking around, Jean took in the changing space. There was a new dent in his dirty mattress from his huge body, and a weight bench and rack in the corner. Of course, he had to lift all day every day to keep up his bulk. The walls and ceiling were covered in pictures of all Jean’s favourite bodybuilders, his inspiration and his jerk material.

Dumbro_jean: Whoa, bruh, my muscles are gettin huge!

Himbo_mkr: That’s not all, bro! That thick Quebecois cock of yours is keeping up too!

Quebecois? Jean was a bit dumb, sure, but he was pretty sure he’d grown up in Atlanta… Quebec City, right. His dick lengthened and lightened at the same time, and the pale skin tone rushed over his still-growing body. A healthy layer of fat followed, leaving him looking absolutely enormous. Above the blond behemoth’s bed, a Quebec flag unfurled on the wall, showing his national pride.

Jean could barely remember who he’d been before. He knew he’d been smaller… smarter? He’d been American. The idea that he’d so quickly become this huge pale Quebecois stud had him grunting and palming his dick. Soon he was close, cursing quietly in his deep new Quebecois accent.

QC_jean: Calisse, bro, gonna cum!

Himbo_mkr: Yeah brah! Shoot that musky hockey bro load.

Hell yeah! Jean grabbed a used athletic jock that had just appeared next to him. He remembered: he’d worn it for practice this morning, and it was still warm and wet with his sweat. He loved being on the ice, and being around a whole team of big, dumb, sweaty Quebecois hockey players meant he was always leaking in his jock. He held the pouch up to his nose to inhale the musk of his sweat and precum permeating the jock.

His whole room was ripe with used hockey bro gear. Jean hated cleaning any of his equipment while he was on a points streak, and it’d been a few weeks since he’d failed to score in a game. The hockey stuff scattered on the floor was ripe with stale sweat. Being a hockey bro was so fucking hot.

Jean’s thick cock unleashed a torrent of cum as he continued to curse in Quebecois. When he came down, he gave himself a sniff and looked back at his battered old laptop. It was only good for porn and surfing forums, but a bro like him didn’t need it for anything else.

Right now, the browser was open to one of his favourite sports jock forums. He had a post all ready to go, a pic of him after the last game, half undressed in his sweaty gear with his hair stuck to his face, looking like a perfect dumb hockey bro. Quickly, Jean also snapped a picture of his spent dick and sent it to his friend.

Hockey_jean: Include this too?

Himbo_mkr: Definitely, bro! You love showing off your hockey himbo body.

Yeah, this guy was right about everything. No one loved to show off that he was a hot hockey bro for the bros more than Jean.

Inspired by a chat with a bot of my own creation. Format inspired by Codename: Bear_mkr by @biggerchanger

#himbo maker #himbofication #dumber tf #hockey player tf #musk tf #race change #quebecois tf #male transformation #reality change #chat tf #male tf #all fwkong #sports tf

[lowkeycasanova]

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

[potentialguybodyswaps]

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

[fertilize-my-eggs]

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

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 2.

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

After that day you spend a good amount of time trying to avoid Franklin and that was by simply not hanging out with Harmony. There was no way you could get tied up in Franklin not after you see how Melody turned out. It was like the man was a blackhole and everything seemed okay at one time and point until it didn’t and there was no going back. You keep your head down and only focus on the things that mattered, working, passing classes and getting the fuck outta south central. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put down the book and open the door not thinking twice. You instantly regret it seeing Franklin standing in front of you. 

“Hey!”  you greet 

“Hey Y/N” 

“Whats up? you need something Harmony’s not here” you hoped and prayed that's why he was here so he could quickly leave

“Nah I came to see you,” he looks around, making sure no one was watching 

“Oh why?” You ask 

“Can I come in?” He asks

“OH! Yea Yea!” you move back quickly “shit sorry” 

He smiles “it's cool” you watch him walk in he was tall, your 5’4 frame was nothing compared to his. And now that you had no heels on, the height difference was really apparent.  He also looked bigger?  Did he get swole in jail? 

“Sooo what's up?”  you comment wanting this to be over with as soon as possible. You hoped he wasn’t going to ask you to go on a drug run. Because no wasn’t an option for this man. 

“I came to see you, see how you doing” he commented sitting by the bar stool in the kitchen 

“Tasha know you here?” you ask wearily walking to the other side of the counter 

He scoffed “why would I tell Tee I'm coming here?”

“Because after that party we got into it, and i'm not trying to “steal her man” from up under her so does she? I should call her” you go to grab the phone

“Girl hang up that phone” he commands

“Franklin, why are you here?” you ask again 

“I just came to talk to you damn! is that a crime?” 

“It is if you have a girlfriend!” 

“I don’t, me and Tee aint a thing, never were never will be! Damn!” 

You look at him in disbelief “Doesn’t seem that way the way you two be all over each other”

“Nah she's all over me, don’t get it twisted” 

You roll your eyes “Whatever, what is it that I can get you Franklin?” 

He smiles “how you been? What’s been going on with you?” 

“Fine, how are you?” you answer curtly where was this conversation going, you hoped acting like a bitch would rub him the wrong way make him lose interest fast 

“I’m doing good now” You roll your eyes, he chuckles “Damn why you so cold?” 

“I’m not!” you roll your neck 

“You are to me you  be treating a nigga like I’m some beggar or shit!” 

“I don’t!” you counter offended you didn’t you just wanted him to find other interests 

“You do!” he argues 

“Franklin” you open the fridge and pull out the lemonade you made recently 

“Alright shit,” he throws his hands up “have dinner with me next weekend” 

You look at him before responding “no” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you and Ta..” 

He points his fingers at you “Don't you mention that girl!” he warns

You shrug “Okay well the answer still remains no”

“But why?” 

“Why do you wanna go out with me? We don't even hang out!” 

He smiles “You got a pretty smile, you smart as hell, there’s something about you and i wanna find out more” You give him a deadpan face, “come on what a guy gotta do to get you to go out with them?”  You shrug in response because you honestly didn’t know either “Come on please” 

“Here” you say handing him the lemonade

You look at him for a few moments still not saying anything weighing out your options, you could go out with him, and sabotage the date and then bam 

“Y/N” he calls you bringing you out of your thoughts

“Yeaaa” you respond happily that you have a solution to your problem 

“I would love to have dinner with you. May I please take you out to dinner?” 

You continue to look at him a smile starting to form on your face. “Hmm?”  He asks smiling 

You look up at the ceiling then him take in a deep breath “Sure” 

“That was it? I just had to ask you properly and shit” he asks in disbelief 

“No that wasn’t it” you weren’t going to tell him about testing  him seeing how he reacted to you saying no, a man like him you need to see if he had a hot temper,

He points behind him with his thumb “I just asked you out like a minute ago and you said no” 

“No” you leaned in  moving closer to his face “you commanded me to go out with you and i don’t do commands” 

“Yes ma'am” he whispered looking at your lips then back at you, biting his lip

You straighten up “I wanna be home before midnight!” you add

“Yes ma'am!” he grins

“Where are we going?” 

He stands up from his stool towering over you “Damn woman let me plan, i got this i'm a man after all!” 

“Okay, man”  

“I’ll be here by 7 we’ll have reservations for 8 you just worry about getting pretty for me” 

You roll your eyes “okay.” 

And bring that smile he says before opening the door to leave

You pull your lips in and nod trying to hide your smile. You hear him chuckle before leaving 

You can’t help but replay Harmony’s comment, you had to live your life, one way you were gonna do that was by sabotaging the entire thing and the worst could happen was that he thought you were boring which actually could be to your advantage that way the men stop bugging you and so would Harmony.

You don’t say anything to Harmony but she finds out anyway, which made you suspect that Franklin went running his mouth. 

“Why the fuck aint you tell me you and Franklin got a date?” she asks as she walks into the house

“Because I wanted to keep it private” 

She rolls her eyes, “we’re best friends why aint you tell me?” 

“Incase nothing came of this date you know like we decide to not date” you shrug

“Girl please” she rolls her eyes “and why wont it?” she takes a seat on the couch 

You shrug “I dont know i’m just saying plus i’m not trying to hear it from Tasha again” 

“You know damn well him and Tee didn’t have a thing”

“I know they fucked I know that and he was probably telling her the same shit he telling me now” 

“He’s not.” she says 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do, if he approached you like he did Tasha you would have slapped that nigga”

“Wowwww okayyyy anyway I’m not tryna deal with his mama either” 

She moves and sits next to you  and wraps her arm around you pulling you in “How about we focus on right now and not the future, why not enjoy the moment for what it is and not ruin it by thinking about a future that might not happen. Hmm? How that sound?” 

You sigh heavily “fine” 

“So what you got to wear? This is so exciting!” 

You shrug “i’ll find something” 

She gives you a pointed look “Please dress up” 

“I will” 

“Good cuz i know how you like your jeans and shit” 

You sigh “I will dress uuuup” 

“Good!” she smiles

You smile back, you had actually planned to dress up but she gave you a good idea. Instead of waiting till dinner to sabotage why not start as soon as he arrives. 

As planned Franklin showed up to your doorstep at 7pm  you were expecting him to be late,  you smirk to yourself, ready to carry out your plan.  

“Hey!” you greet him as you open the door, in your usual jean, tee, sneaker combo 

“Hey gorgeous!”  he looks at your attire  expecting you to be semi dressed “I got these for you" he says handing you the bouquet of flowers

“Okay Casanova” he laughs “thanks for these you didn’t have to” 

“I wanted to” you smile in response and proceed to place the flowers in a vase “You came from the store or something?”

“No why?” He looks you up and down, this time making it obvious that he was analyzing you 

“Here” you say handing him a glass of cold cola 

He looks down at his watch “we still got sometime”

“For what?” 

“Before we gotta leave for our date!” 

“Oh! Yeaaaa” you look down and do your best to hide your smile, “i cant wear this?”

“No! I got on slacks and a button down” He motions to himself

You try not to laugh “oh i have nothing to wear Franklin, you told me to dress nice, this is nice no?” 

He huffs “shit we can go to the mall” and he stops as he sees you trying to hide your smile “stop fucking playing with me and go change” 

“I have nothing Franklin” you say a grin on your face 

“Y/N I’m not fucking with you go change!” 

You roll your eyes “you’re no fun” 

“You got 30 minutes you better hurry up or i'm carrying you in the car no matter how you look” he warns 

“Sir yes sir!”

You quickly change into the dress you had picked out, do your hair, dab makeup on your face, put your heels on and spray your perfume. You smile to yourself before walking out your room 

“Okay I'm ready!" you say "with only 3 minutes to spare!” 

He looks up at you and smiles “you look good”

“Thank you sergeant” you salute 

You hear him groan and try to suppress your giggle. The rest of the night follows suit, you do your best to just irritate him to where he refuses to deal with you again. 

“I got a question for you?” 

“I’m ready” you comment as you two eat your sunday at Baskin Robbins (which y’all i looked into this 4 scoop ice cream 4 topping was only $2! Can’t even get a scoop now for $2. 😭)

“Why you trying to sabotage our date?” 

He shocked you that’s for sure you weren’t expecting him to catch on “What are you talking about?" you feign ignorance 

“You don't think I don’t know you tryna get under my skin?” 

“Is it working?” you dig your spoon into the ice cream

He scoffs "No, in fact it's making me wanna see this thing through just to annoy you!" he looks at you intensely. You chuckle nervously in response “Come on, tell me why you trying to sabotage this?” 

“I..” you blush “I don’t know Franklin, what if we are just too different” you look down at the sunday 

“How you figure? I like to read too shit, i like to stay to myself too!” he moves his head to get your eye contact  “hmm?” 

You look up and then towards him you open your mouth to say something but can't think of a good reason 

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

You shrug “I don’t really know your world, how could i be a good match? I mean like what if....”

He interrupts you “My world? What I do to make money has nothing to do with who I am in a romantic relationship” he states

You take in a spoon full of icecream to gather your thoughts “How do you figure?” 

“Because one is business one is personal” 

“And you dont think theres a potential conflict of interest?”

“How would there be?” 

“You’re not two people”

“Nah but i  do a damn good job compartmentalising  when i'm with you its just that you and me, shit you aint seen me check my pager once and when i leave you and go handle business then thats what im doing”  

You nod and  remain silent thinking his explanation through 

“What else you got?” he jokes grinning at you 

“I... mm-mm” you shake your head

He leans in “Why don't you just admit that you scared!” 

“I’m not!” you lean back 

“Girl!” He pulls his lips to the side giving you the side eye “You be avoiding me, looking away, hiding when we in a party, you be waving and disappearing like you don’t want me to talk to you” 

You pull in your lips, blushing, looking  away 

“What you scared for? You scared of me?”

“No," you look at him I’m not scared of you, if i was i wouldn’t be here”

“So what is it?” 

“I just don’t wanna get caught up in the wrong person or thing so i just find it easier to focus on school, working, and staying outta some shit” 

“So, you saying I’m the wrong person?” 

“No, i’m saying that..” you feel the panic rise

He chuckles “I’m fuckin’ wit’chu girl i get it”

You release a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks Franklin” you smile as you look up at him after opening the door. “I hope you had a good time”

He smiles “I did I wanna do it again, without you trying to sabotage” 

“We can discuss that” 

He smacks his lips “you gonna make me beg again?” 

“No i meant we can talk about when the next date would be”  you giggle

“Ahh cool cool.” you two remain silent as you look at each other he reaches over and rubs his hands up and down your arms “You got goosebumps” 

“Yea is a little chilly tonight and you should get going its late”

He smirks “let me find out you care”

You roll your eyes, you place your hands on his cheeks softly before pulling him down. You kiss each cheek, before his lips “goodnight Franklin” you whisper 

He returns a kiss to your  forehead “goodnight gorgeous” 

You watch him get in the car before closing the door. You can’t help but smile to yourself. Even though your plan to sabotage didn’t work out, you are glad you went out tonight. You feel giddy inside thinking about the night's events, how he held your hand, how he would bite his lip while you talked, how he stared at you. It felt like you were under a microscope from time to time, it all felt genuine.

Authors Note: Feedback is much appreciated. Please reblog, comment, and like just don't plagiarize

#franklin saint #franklin saint snowfall #snowfall fx #snowfall fanfic #franklin saint imagine #franklin saint fanfic #fan fiction #imagine #fan fic writing #fanfic #damson idris #snowfallfx #leon snowfall #snowfall #snow fall #black reader #franklin saint x reader #franklin saint x black reader

[pilot-boi]

Muscles don’t have to be defined to be present.

I always figured Jaune would be more Farm Boy muscular than Gym Bro anyway. Not like, chonky, but more solid than cut.

(Tangent Farm Boy Headcanon: If Oscar’s from ‘Kansas’, Jaune is like from ‘Illinois’ or something. Plains vs Great Lakes Midwestern. In any case, both farm kids.)

You get me YOU GET ME

Sun is gym bro swole, but because growing up in Vacuo he needed to be fit to survive. Jaune is farm boy swole from growing up pitching hay and whatnot

He was already strong when he arrived at Beacon, dude was able to stop a swipe from a giant Death Stalker and he decapitated an Ursa Major. He just had no fucking training so the strength was useless 90 % of the time

Oscar and Jaune are TOTALLY both farm kids. You COMPLETELY get me. Oscar would completely be from Kansas, gotta get those Wizard of Oz refs in there

#rwby #jaune arc #oscar pine #sun wukong #mine #asks #anonymous

[seokjinsonlyone]

btw i love how accurately you depict each member cuz 99% of bloggers here make bts seem like discord daddies 😭

but who do you think in bts would be the scariest in an argument with their partner?

to me, I feel like the maknae line would be scary if you made them angry enough like imagine jk swole tatted ass yelling at you and having you backed into a corner idk

listeeeennnn as sexy as they can be sometimes, me and the tannies just go back way too far to only see them in that occasional state of being like… i’ve seen jimin kick himself out of a chair and hobi play celine dion out his nostril on a recorder like u just gotta be fr from time to time 🫡 that being said

i don’t think jk would be the scariest like he may be big nd buff but he’s still a baby our kookoo baby star candy angel prince puppy would get more upset than anything in an argument like i can see him just getting really exasperated if he was tryna explain himself to you but you won’t hearing or believing him like he’ll be more ready to cry than anything like he’s just so accustomed to being our baby light bulb funky little pop star golden maknae that he’s just used to sitting there and taking it so i really believe that in an argument he wouldn’t be that aggressive however i do think that if you pushed him hard enough he would get loud wit you for a second just to shut you up before you make him reach his limit. scary meter: [5/10]

you know who i do think is really scary tho? hobi 😳. he may be all smiles and giggles and sunshine but when you piss him off the dark clouds roll in fr 😬 like say the wrong thing on the right day and you gon be in for something treacherous keep in mind this the same man that threw a banana at jungkook like the last time i heard of throwing a banana at someone was in mario kart now i can’t really see him raising his voice but he WILL back u into a corner like i have a clear vision of him red in the face gritting his teeth spewing straight up venom if y’all get into it real bad. scary meter: [9/10]

now when you think about a bangtan fight it seem like jimin always at the scene of the crime. u got the mandu incident, the time him nd jungkook got into it nd ended up hugging in the rain, on burn the stage when tae nd seokjinnie was having it out he was scolding them afterwards like he just always there for a tussle. so when i imagine fighting with jimin i can just see you popping off on him saying this and that and him talking over you saying this and that until you say sumn crazy and he gon tell you to watch your mouth, get fed up and tell you to leave him alone and don’t call him or something, and then try to storm out (and that’s when you grab his wrist before he makes it out the room and kiss him on da mouf and let him push you up against a wall and y’all make up 😏 way before y’all come to an agreement). scary meter: [6/10]

i think if you were to fight with seokjin i can’t say for surely that it would be super scary but by NO MEANS will it be a pretty sight to see. like we know he like to run his mouth so if y’all fighting he gon get to talking fast neck and ears gonna be red and whatever he saying to you it’s gonna be MEAN if you push him there he will raise his voice but i think that’s about it like your feelings gonna be super hurt at the end of it bc he know exactly which buttons to push but if you’re ever scared it’s gonna be bc you think he leaving bc one thing about seokjin is he not afraid to cut a person off. scary meter: [4/10]

yoongi wouldn’t hurt a fly nor would he give the impression that he would hurt a fly like yeah he's agust d and we’ve seen that the inner rage does exist but he the embodiment of the pen is mightier than the sword like if anything his anger runs cold like you can go ahead with the fussing and fighting and yelling crying carrying on but he not wit da dramatics you can talk to him or you can go somewhere he not doing all that so would he be scary in an argument? nah. scary meter: [3/10]

joonie is a big buff man real tall and muscly but that’s not what makes him scary bc as big and buff as he is he is equally kind and gentle but there's a definite streak of unrefined aggression that lives within him and if you ever tapped into that it'd be bad bc it's like he holds back so much that when the flood gates open you will drown like downturned eyebrows nose scrunched up red in the face volume at 100 he's gesturing wildly got you backed in the corner ya know the WORKS but i do think it'd be a real quick burst tho like he's gonna absolutely lose it for all of a minute before regaining control of his emotions and he'd apologize for talking to you like that immediately. scary meter: [7/10]

hands down 100% tae is the scariest member to fight with like i'm specifically thinking of that time that rumor was being spread and he went on weverse saying he wish he could like stab the reporters with needles or something like that like if at all possible DO NOT piss him off because he is just so firm in all his beliefs and convictions like he is not backing down and i think he is also the most dramatic so if you take him there he's going to make the most of it like it'd be a steady build up him just continuously getting more and more upset until he's stomping around yelling at you like there's slamming doors and harsh words i wouldn't put it above him to punch a hole in the wall depending on the severity of the situation just like he is naawwwttt the one. scary meter: [10/10]

a/n: AGAIN SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO RESPOND TO THIS forgive me 🥺🤲 ALSO LISTEN can not say for surely how firm MY beliefs in this take are bc like i just am not intimidated by people like they just aren't scary to me unless they carrying a gun that's the only time i be scared 💀

#bts #ask of interest #bts fanfiction #bts headcanons #bts x reader #namjoon x oc #seokjin x reader #yoongi fanfic #suga x y/n #j hope fanfic #hoseok x reader #park jimin x you #kim taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic

[minisugakoobies]

No Regrets | KNJ, JJK

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, there was only one bed!, Reunion!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: unrequited crushes becoming requited, 190811 Jungkook and platinum blonde Namjoon are the visuals, also both are gym rats so.... think "thick", excessive use of "Noona," lots of longing touches, implied threesome

Word Count: 1,000 on the dot!

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: One hot night spent lying between your friends Jungkook and Namjoon brings old feelings to light.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?”

A/N: This was written as part of the Possums Fic Exchange for @reliablemitten! Mittens, you know I adore you, and I love spending time with you in the possum dumpster! I hope you like this one, I kind of read your list of likes and then smashed a bunch together. 💜

Special thanks to @minttangerines for helping me with this one!

Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Sequel: Together

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You can’t sleep.

Might be because you’re not in your own bed. Could be jet lag kicking in. But it’s probably due to the fact that you’re sandwiched between your two very hot friends, Jungkook and Namjoon, as they both slumber beside you. 

Ten years ago, you would’ve been elated to find yourself lying between your two crushes. Tonight, though, you’re worn out from traveling, and you’re burning up, because they’re not just gorgeous, they’re literally hot, warmth radiating from both like they’re living, breathing furnaces. And the motel’s ancient AC unit is failing to keep the temp down. 

The night started on a high as you met up for dinner and drinks. Although it’s been a decade since you were together, you easily fell back into your old rapport. The three of you were a perpetual trio on campus - where one went, the other two always followed. But you never went there with either of them. Time and again you’d had a chance to say something, do something, but you never found the nerve, and your crushes went unrequited.

At check-in, the motel couldn’t find your reservation. Namjoon graciously offered to let you crash with him and Jungkook. But the motel messed up their booking as well, giving them a room with only one bed. And thanks to the college reunion that brought you all to town, there are no vacancies tonight. 

Your friends insisted that you take the bed, but you’d stubbornly countered that you could share. A queen-sized bed is big enough for three, right? Maybe, if two of those three aren’t as ridiculously swole as Jungkook and Namjoon. When had they become gym rats and why weren’t you notified? Perhaps deleting your social media was a mistake. God only knows how many Insta thirst traps you’ve missed. 

It’s just too hot. Your t-shirt and shorts are sticking to you. If only you were alone, so you could peel them off. Maybe you should’ve let the guys have the bed and slept on the floor. It’s probably a lot cooler down there. 

You shift slightly, seeking a more comfortable position. The mattress appears to be carved from stone and your back already aches. And sweat is starting to trickle… well, everywhere. As you fidget, your hips brush against Jungkook’s. There’s no change in his steady breathing, so you twist, turning onto your stomach. No relief is found there, so you roll back onto your side, bringing a knee up, your ass bumping him again as you contort yourself into a less painful pose.

A tattooed hand suddenly grabs your hip. 

“Noona. Stop that.” Jungkook rumbles, the command laced with exhaustion and maybe… frustration?

“Sorry,” you whisper over your shoulder, trying not to wake Namjoon. “Just trying to find the right position to keep my back from hurting.” 

“Well, unless getting your back blown out will help with that, you gotta stop rubbing on me.” 

“I - what?” Shocked by Jungkook’s response, you roll over to face him. He’s always been a flirt, but he’s never brazenly offered to, uh, perform sexual chiropractics on you before. He smirks at you in the dim light filtering into the room through the dingy blinds. 

“You heard me.” His hand finds your side again, and your gaze wanders up his inked arm and across his broad bare chest. 

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Another deep voice grumbles.

You roll over again to find Namjoon facing you, dark dragon eyes cracked open sleepily.

“No, I’m not sure what Kook is on about, but I’m just trying to get comfy,” you reply, flopping onto your back. 

“Is the heat bothering you?” Namjoon asks. “I was afraid to crank the AC too high, didn’t want it to short out.” 

“It is pretty warm,” you admit, and Namjoon hums apologetically.

Fingers tug on the bottom of your t-shirt. 

“You could take this off,” Namjoon murmurs huskily, sliding the fabric up your stomach slightly, and you shiver at his gentle touch. “Might help a little. Would you be more comfortable without clothes?”

“Uh….” ‘Comfortable’ seems to be a relative term here. More sweat prickles your forehead as you fail to reply, gaze bouncing from man to man. 

Something pulls at the fabric on your thigh. You glance down and watch the tattoos on Jungkook’s hand flex as he grips the thin material of your shorts. 

“What… what is happening right now?” You’re pretty sure you’re not dreaming, since you can feel every droplet of sweat beading all over your body. Not to mention the wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Kook-ah and I had a long talk a while ago,” Namjoon informs you, hand still playing with the hem of your shirt. “About regrets.” You tilt your head to peer at his face. There’s a yellow flicker in his eyes, just the streetlight outside reflecting there, but you could so easily believe it’s a flame.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?” Jungkook purrs. His nose nuzzles into your ear, and you gasp as his soft breath tickles the sensitive skin there. “Anything you ever wish you’d said? Or done?”

“Um…” It’s very hard to think with a pair of teeth nibbling sharply on your earlobe and several large hands sliding beneath your clothes. You stare at the ceiling as if it might have an answer for you to give, but there’s nothing there except the outline of a water stain.

“We both agreed that this reunion is a second chance. That if any opportunities arose, we’d seize them.” The bunched cloth of your shirt pauses at the underside of your breasts, as Namjoon’s hand halts in its path. 

“So what do you say, Noona?” Dark curls fall across Jungkook’s brow as he draws back to study your expression. “Are you with us?” 

You uncurl your fingers from where they’ve been digging into the sheets beneath you. Placing one hand over Jungkook’s and the other over Namjoon’s, you nod. “Yeah. I’m with you. Seize away.”

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

#ficscafe #bangtanarmynet #ksmutclub #btswritingcafe #btshoneyhive #thebtswritersclub #btscarnivalnet #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #bts fanfic #fic: no regrets #jungkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #possumversary

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

You only have yourself to blame for putting us in this pack brain rots 😂💛

I'm going to be cheeky and ask the pack 2 questions but they're closely related (as if I didnt do a whole series asking questions already 😂😘)

I'm pretty sure the pack mentioned wanting some kids but they never specified a number or will they just play it by ear seeing how the experience plays out?

Second, does anyone already know what name they want their future kids to refer to them by? E.g. mama instead of mom, papa isnt of dad etc.

P.s. again with you keeping me up last night with horny pack promises??!💛

"Pups, pups, pups." Chan says teasingly, grinning. "People always wanna know about the pups."

"And your breeding kink." You point out cheekily, and the head alpha groans and rolls his eyes, fixing you with a pointed stare.

"Yeah, but that's not what we're discussing right now, is it?"

"No...."

Chan nods firmly once more and then says, "Let's start easy." He glances around at the waiting pack mates. "How many pups does everyone ideally want? Have you thought about it?"

Minho huffs a sigh. "I say one is enough. Have you met a kid recently? They're monsters."

Seungmin nods in serious agreement. "Absolutely. And the earth is already over populated."

"Oh my god." Chan breathes out from beside you, pinching his nose in open exasperation. "Okay. Anyone else?" He looks around hopefully.

"I think we have a kid, see how it goes, and if we don't all lose our minds, we go from there." Changbin offers matter of factly.

Hyunjin holds up a finger. "I agree."

Jisung throws himself back into the couch, slumping down between the alpha and omega on either side. "God, can you imagine more than one little Changbin-hyung running around?"

Changbin gives the beta an offended glare, but he just keeps going.

He pitches his voice into a poor attempt at a child's and moves his hands like they're speaking the words. "'Is there protein powder in this bottle? Look at my swole gains, I don't even fit in my toddler clothes anymore!'"

Changbin pinches his ear, hard.

"Ow!" Jisung yelps and pulls away with a glare, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just saying. Kid would be a gym rat before the age of three."

"I want a lot of kids." Felix interjects with a slight shrug, and no one seems surprised by the admission. He smiles softly. "I like the idea of all the pups having siblings to play with."

"Me too." You nod, and then you grin slyly at Felix from across the room. "And hey, gotta get at least one kid from each alpha am I right?"

Chan groans again.

"Hey, it's good for the diversity of the gene pool. I'm thinking of the planet!"

"Moving on." Chan sighs and rubs at his temples, glancing to the next question. "What does everyone want future pups to call them?"

"Supreme Lord Over Ruler." Minho replies without hesitation.

Beside him, Jeongin cackles.

Chan sighs once more, ignoring the other alpha. "I think we've talked about this before, but I believe we just agreed on going by whatever the pup decides. But we're all cool with dad or daddy and just ask to differentiate, or to make it easier, we'd each go by previous said titles and then our name-like Chan-appa or Minho-appa etc."

"I get it easy." You grin. "Only one mom or mommy in this household."

Hyunjin fixes you with a blank stare. "What if I want to go by mommy too?"

You stick your tongue out at him. "Already monopolized. Pick a different name."

"Fine." Hyunjin folds his arms petulantly. "MILF it is then."

"Absolutely not."

"Wait, that was an option this whole time?" Jisung shoots up, expression betrayed. "Well then I'm changing my answer. I want to be referred to as DILF from here on out by any and all future children. And Hyunjin." He adds, with a smirk in the omegas direction, earning him a middle finger.

Chan rolls his eyes. "No one is allowed to be called anything by our pups with the word fuck in it."

Jisung sinks back into the couch and grumbles beneath his breath in the direction of the head alpha, "Party pooper."

"As far as protectiveness and subgenders go," You consider, glancing to Seungmin, who seems interested in this new topic, which is no surprise. "that's an interesting topic, because it kind of changes when pups and pregnancy come into the picture for a pack."

"Right." Seungmin agrees with you, already getting into explanation mode. "Because we've already decided that Lix and Noona are gonna be the one to carry pups, but one is an omega and one is an alpha right? Doesn't matter. The moment a mate gets pregnant, the wolves immediately disregard any former status in favor of the growing pup."

"Basically," You add, holding up a finger to make your point. "Pups are the next generation, they carry on the bloodline, so the wolves favor them over anything-and I mean anything-else."

"Also, it's very common for pack members to realize their mates are pregnant before they even test positive. Call it a shift in scent or pheromones or hormones or whatever you want, but it's been studied, and time and time again, other members, especially the head alpha, realize a successful breeding and implantation before the parent carrying the pup themselves."

"Oh my god." Jisung sighs beside Seungmin. "You guys are both such fucking nerds."

"Actually," You continue, ignoring Jisung entirely. "Sometimes it's said that the alpha that knotted and created the pregnancy can tell the moment after breeding that it was successful."

Seungmin nods. "Call it wolf's intuition, but that has also been proven true."

"As far as protectiveness goes, again, nothing else matters besides the safety of the pup, and with that, the safety of the mate carrying the pregnancy. So, subgenders are ignored in favor of the mates protecting said incubator."

"Yep." You nod. "If I got pregnant, the fact that I'm an alpha and completely capable of protecting myself and my mates would go out the window in everyone else's eyes, especially the other alphas. I'd be treated just the same as Felix-or anyone-if they got pregnant. Protected and doted on and babied, to put it lightly."

You grin over at Chan who rolls his eyes at you.

"Why are you looking at me when you say that?"

You shrug. "Biology?"

Chan narrows his eyes at you. "Sure."

Seungmin focuses his gaze on the head alpha now. "She's right you know. You're gonna get fucking ridiculous when one of them is pregnant."

Chan opens his mouth in what appears to be protest, but Seungmin holds up a hand and goes on.

"I'm not saying it's gonna be completely voluntary either. Your wolf is just gonna kick into overdrive and control a lot of the things you do from there on out, all in favor of the pup."

"Cute." You lean over and pinch Chan's cheek teasingly, and he growls low in his throat with annoyance.

"Wait, wait wait." Jisung sits up again, perking his ears in sudden interest. "It just occurred to me. How are we gonna pick which alpha gets to blow their load and become a biological dad?"

"Ew." Hyunjin makes a face at his crass wording and Jisung shrugs defensively.

"I'm just saying!''

You laugh, even as Chan's ears go pink.

"It's fine, Sungie. It's a legit question." You shrug. "Basically, when it's time, and I'm on my cycle or Felix is on his heat, we're just gonna have them take turns." You cock your head and consider with the start of a smirk. "Everyone gets a chance to shoot, but only the best sperm hits the bullseye."

"Ew." Hyunjin repeats, and Jeongin looks a little green.

Seungmin looks entirely unphased. "Biology is fascinating."

"You would say that." Jisung remarks. "Fucking nerd."

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!pack #skz!abo #poly!skz #omegaverse #ask the pack #askthepack #pack!pups #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #anonymous #sweet nonnie #submission #my submissions #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios

[innytoes]

Chaos! 20, Reggie x Flynn

Reggie wasn't sure what the big deal was, really. He'd worn a suit! To a red carpet! So what if it was the same suit he'd worn to the last three red carpets, the pretty red one with the butterflies. It was a good suit. His favourite, in fact.

Okay, so it was also his only suit. But nobody ragged on all the other male celebrities for wearing boring black tuxes at every event.

So why was he the one who became a meme? And why did the some of them have to be so mean about it? Luke had dragged him away from his computer before he could start a twitter fight with some youtuber who said butterflies were overrated. And that thinkpiece about Reggie re-wearing his suit because he'd grown up poor had hurt, okay? They'd even gone after his ripped skinny jeans. Those were cool! He could afford normal jeans if he wanted to!

The label hadn't been too amused by his 'guess I'll wear the red butterfly suit' meme. Even though the ones on tumblr were pretty funny. He especially liked the one of him photoshopped into disasters like the Titanic and Godzilla attacking LA.

"Just go meet with a stylist, dude," Luke said. Luke was one to talk. Stylists loved him and his stupid biceps and his stupid sleeveless shirts. Nobody ever called Luke poor for his ratty-ass shirts that didn't even have sleeves. Maybe if his knees were really swole, people would leave him alone about the skinny jeans.

"I don't want to," he whined, flopping over and putting his head in Alex' lap. Alex looked a little disgruntled, before sighing a little resigned 'okay' at him and petting his hair. Victory. "Stylists are mean. The last one tried to get me to give up my flannel. My flannel, guys!"

Alex looked down at him, putting on his Stern Face. "If you want the tiktok youths to stop bullying you, you gotta wear a different suit to the next event," he said. "It's a big one."

"But I like my red suit!" he whined some more. Alex always looked hot at red carpets, but he had ten-plus years of gay spite fueling his fashion decisions. "How am I ever gonna find something as cool as that? I don't want to show up in some boring-ass black and white tux because people can't understand sustainable fashion." That was what one of the nicer blogs had said. He was eco-friendly, okay, not poor or uninspired.

"What if you talk to a friend of mine?" Julie offered. "My friend Flynn is super fashionable, but she's not a professional stylist, she's a DJ. We always try to go shopping together for events."

Reggie thought about it. Nobody ever had something bad to say about Julie's outfits. She was always 'cool' and 'fresh' and a 'slay it queen'. "Fine," he pouted. "I'll meet your cool friend. But if she tries to take away my flannel, I'm running, I don't care if it's rude."

Julie rolled her eyes, leaning over to fist-bump him. "Deal."

Which was why, a week before their next red carpet, he got a text from an unknown number to meet him at a vintage store tucked away in a back alley somewhere. (Yes, he did check with Julie if it was her friend Flynn. He was a himbo, he wasn't an idiot.)

When he rounded the corner and saw what he assumed was Flynn standing there waiting for him, his first thought was 'wow, she really is fashionable'. His second thought, when she turned to look at him, was 'oh no, she's hot'.

His crush only grew throughout the day. Flynn was funny, and cool, and smart. She actually listened to what he had to say, and she totally agreed that his red butterfly suit was cool. She even suggested he wear something different to this event, and then wear the red suit the next time just as a big 'screw you' to the media.

He tried on a bunch of different stuff at the first store, Flynn yay-ing and nay-ing on some indecipherable scale that Reggie didn't understand. He did kind of like coming out of the dressing room and hearing her wolf-whistle at the red plaid suit, though. And if his face turned red to match when Flynn called him 'eye candy', well, all she did was wink at him.

They took a break after a few hours, getting cinnamon rolls and coffee at a local café. Flynn was so easy to talk to, Reggie could have stayed there for hours. They talked about fashion, but also music, and their childhoods. Flynn shared some incredibly funny stories about her and Julie that Reggie couldn't wait to bring up to her at some later point. Especially when she was ragging on them for being dumb.

The afternoon flew by as well. Especially when Flynn looked at him with a glint in her eyes and asked him what he thought about dresses. If the Fashion Police and the label were gonna drag him for being boring, that would be a great way to get them off his back.

Reggie had never felt prettier in his goddamn life, okay? The gown was floofy and flowly and huge, black with beautiful sparkles. The train was long and reminded him of storm clouds, rustling behind him. And it had a split at the front so he could show off 'those pretty gams of yours', as Flynn had joked. He was going to beat Alex at his own game. Hell, he was going to beat Julie. He was going to Win this red carpet.

Flynn even arranged for an Uber to meet them so Reggie could practice getting in and out of a car in it without flashing anyone or tripping on the train. He tipped the driver fifty bucks and sent her on her way. Once he was back in his ripped skinny jeans and flannel (which Flynn had said were fine, by the way, take that, stupid stylist), he met Flynn outside the store again.

"Okay, so just tell Julie to let you borrow her silver star necklace, and you should be good to go," Flynn said, checking her phone. They'd gotten shoes, found him a cool couple of rings and a bracelet, and discussed make-up. He had two new suits in a bag and the gown ready to be sent to his apartment after being steamed.

"I was thinking, maybe we could meet up some time?" Reggie asked, as they were saying their goodbyes. He didn't really want this day to end, but it was getting late and Flynn had plans.

"You need me to walk you through putting on the eyeliner?" Flynn asked, smiling.

"I was thinking more... dinner and a movie?" he said, trailing off hopefully. Flynn looked back at him, her mouth a surprised 'oh'. "If you don't- I'm sorry, if you're not interested that's cool, too, but I've never had as much fun clothes shopping as I did with you, and you're so cool and fun and funny and-"

"Dinner and a movie sounds great," Flynn said, cutting him off before he could list all the things that were great about Flynn.

A few months later, he was on the red carpet again, in his red and black butterfly suit, with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm, wearing a matching black and red dress.

Suck it, Stylists.

#julie and the phantoms #flynnxreggie #flynn taylor #reggie peters #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #let reggie wear a dress 2kalways #yes he does wear the dress to the next event and gloats about how he Won #Julie and Alex aren't even mad #yes Flynn 100% got a custom dress made to match Reggie's butterfly suit just to annoy the fashion blogs

[eggsmuses-a]

uHHHHH FUCK IT *slams desk* Your lawyer blorbos. Hand em over. Asgshshs (Ace Attorney, or alternatively Danganronpa if you'd prefer!)

send me a fandom for my blorbos etc ! / accepting

BOTH BOTH IS GOOD

blorbo : for aa its gotta be apollo NO DOUBTS ABOUT IT . i love him hes me but . lawyer and hes never not been my aa blorbo SJGSGS but close behind him is trucy because GRAMARYE SIBS !!! literally the best javsjagav but i love the entirety of the waa with my whole heart

for danganronpa no doubt about it its shuichi . hes always been my favourite and thats not changing anytime soon i just wish i had the muse to keep writing on @/dctccted right now D:

scrunkly : if trucy does not get to be no 1 blorbo she will rule as THE scrunkly . i think about her a lot . i want to bite zak and so does she

for dr its much harder to decide ... probably jataro ! ive always had a soft spot for him specifically and though i love the woh hes probably got the least troublesome issues than the others that i cant handle ( looking at you kotoko ) hes always been my kid and i want the absolute best for him ... i have so many headcanons for him most of which are based on crack things from disc rps but god ! hes so sweet ! have i ever mentioned how i think jataro sees shuichi as a father figure ??? and shuichi gladly takes that role just to prove hes better than his parents KGANAVAV

scrimblo bimblo : I THINK THAT AURA DESERVES MORE LOVE SHES JUST SO GAY AND TRAGIC SHES PROBABLY TIED VERY CLOSELY FOR POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW

AND FOR DR ?? HARD CHOICE BETWEEN RYOKO AND YUI BC NOVEL CHARACTERS MY FRICKIN BELOVED !! THEY NEED LOVE AND THERAPY PLS

glup shitto : this is probably really hard for aa to choose but at the same time so easy .... clay terran . clay deserved so much more and i have such STRONG feelings about him and the fact his name is like ?? literally hinting he’d never get to go to space bc irony haha funny ( fuck you btw capcom ) AND LIKE APOLLO IS SO TRAUMATISED AND IT ALL STARTED HERE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND YKNOW ??? LIKE OBVIOUSLY NOT CHRONOLOGICALLY CLAY DIES BEFORE EVERYTHING BUT OHHH MY GOD IMAGINE YOUR ONLY FRIEND DYING ???? AJAGJAGSHS ????

for dr it’s actually hilarious kagsjaga the concept art for udg had swole monokuma . i made swole monokuma my entire personality for a solid month or two because it was EVERYWHERE its hilarious LMAO

poor little meow meow : EDGEWORTH !! EDGEY !!! this man can fit so much angst and unnecessary feelings it is not funny i literally will NOT shut up about him if you get me started . tied behind edgeworth is definitely apollo tho since i love my red men who are sad KSGHSVS and mia . god mia :(

sayaka !! she gets so much trash from everyone for fending herself ?? like yeah she shouldnt have attempted to kill leon but cmon man she didnt want to die out . do you know how hard it is to grow into an idol in japan ???? to make a name for yourself ESPECIALLY at that age ???? cmon man

horse plinko : i hate to say it but apollo ...... but if i had to choose someone i hate ????? both the paynes AND ALSO hickfield and brushel . and aristotle . hate these guys

for dr its definitely nagito , byakuya and kokichi because antags who i hate a love - hate relationship with . assholes . the lot of them LMAO

eeby deeby : literally everyone except apollo who i just mentioned but im willing to be more lenient with byakuya kokichi and nagito . ill send junko instead

#askthekirbysquad #heckin-kiibler #( out of eggs ) -- ooc #( eggs benedict ) -- ask #ace attorney // #danganronpa // #long post // #/i love ranting about my favourite characters i just dont do it anymore NVSBS #/im very careful with how i word things abt dr since i do not like the fandom compared to spaces like ahit or aa #/despise the much much younger portion of the fandom who shouldnt be consuming half of the media in it #/they say as they probably shouldnt have gotten into dr at all

[dbs-superleggera]

Lil Haïti Baby by Future

It's that EVOL, ah

You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her

You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get 'em

Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em

I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em

Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin'

Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em

Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemar

Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams a show

Boston, Georgia, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow

Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know

Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before

This for Khaled, this for niggas 'round the Ace and bottles

This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B's

This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it

I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop 'em

Aye, she say my name but she won't ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her

You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get 'em

We throwed away that money 'cause that mula swole

I throw that grams of bar, I'm servin' in the cold

Got fifty eight grams of bar, we servin' Peter

They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin' either

They trapped inside Angola, they was out the NOLA

Then fuck around and then know you, got to be a cobra

They cooped up with that yola, not that good coke cola

I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder

My water whippin' issues now we packin' pistols

They packin' gats and lots these niggas sending missiles

They say they hate the kid, the kid was gettin' mula

You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin'

Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin'

Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it

Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen

I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo

I just wanna go back to the Bentley store

I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store

I just wanna buy another Rover though

I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow

I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow

All this money comin' in, can't never spend it

(I swear) All this money comin' in, we still winnin'

Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, we don't know facade

Pull up with that yappa, it was no facade

Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin'

Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL

Queen Maxíma of The Netherlands

[tokutracts]

Kamen Rider Datas trailer

Unown text flicks through the background as words appear on-screen

“If you could change any one thing… just one little thing…

…what would it be?”

The scene fades out, to be replaced by what appears like a collegiate campus.

“Ah, the Battle Academia of Poketropolis. A fine place to learn many things, and yes a sisister secret lies beneath the surfa-”

“OI! Who let this guy in!” A young female voice calls out.

A teen male voice replies: “I don’t know, but he’s gotta go. We’re handling the trailer here!”

“What-but-Rider trailers aren’t narrated by the characters-HEY!”

loud crashing noises are heard, slowly getting fainter until they end with a BANG!

“Ah. That’s better.”

“And now to introduce ourselves!”

Cut to a female anthro Glaceon and male anthro Leafeon in school uniforms, sitting and chatting. An arrow points at the Glaceon first

“That’s me - Sarah Jacobs.”

–*And now the Leafeon*--

“Aaaand me. Max Jacobs, future Champion!”

“*pff* Sure, if you actually did your homework.” 

“WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“Anyways, I am the responsible one, who actually does her assignments on time and gets good grades.”

Footage of Sarah studying, turning in assignments, and receiving an academic award is shown

“Hah, but get you in the arena and you’re stumbling over your own paws!”

Footage of Sarah (in gym uniform) tripping in combat, promptly followed by her being KO’d via Water Gun, is shown

“You little…”

The scene pans to show the Wartortle that took Sarah out looking all smug, before Max dives in with a glowing fist and knocks him silly.

“Meanwhile, I’m the one who covers her keister in the battlefield, and is the envy of all our opponents!”

Scene cuts to Max on the winner’s podium, basking in applause - before being smothered in a pile of very low-marked papers

“Or you would be if you weren’t always at the bottom of the class.”

“Grrrr… Well, enough about us.”

The scene goes back to the pair sitting together, laughing

“Yeah, you’re not here to watch two siblings bicker about each other. You’re here…”

The scene shifts and zooms, focusing in on a black-jacketed anthro Jolteon sitting impassively on a silver, tan, and light blue bike.

“For him.”

“Henry Alecson. Our hero, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Yeah, he looks rather tough and stoic doesn’t he? Well, it’s not quite by choice.”

“Yeah. The villains of this tale? Pretty much erased all his friends! It’s a miracle that he even remembers that he had any.”

“Tell me about it. Then again, it’s that sort of miracle that lets him be the hero here. Since, well, before he came along? None of us noticed a thing!”

Cut to: A worn-looking book, filled with Unown script

“Y’see, there’s this thing called the Unown Records. It’s how Arceus, Giratina, Palkia, and Dialga keep track of everything they’ve done for easy revision.”

The book is closed, held by a shadowy figure. He turns, revealing that he’s in an alleyway, a small, nerdy, shivering Rattata morph across from him.

“Problem is, if someone is able to get a hold on a copy…”

The figure extends a hand, which the Rattata slowly shakes… Cut to a rather swole-looking Ratatice showing off in front of several other students, some of whom seem to be oddly smaller

“They can change reality itself.”

A certain Jolteon is off to the side. He scoffs, heading into the hallway.

“And that's where Henry comes in. See, for some reason or another, he’s able to tell when these changes happen.”

“Which is a good thing, because changing reality recklessly?”

Cut to Henry walking away, only to turn around quickly when a scream is heard.

“Kinda has consequences.”

A bizarre black-and-red mass of muscle is in the gym, sending everyone scattering.

“These things? They’re called 'Distortions.' They’re nothing like Pokemon - they're just what happens when the Records are changed recklessly.”

The beast smashes into the hallway, howling bloody murder as everyone flees… Except for one particular Jolteon, who now has a bulky, silver belt buckle on his waist.

“Yeah, it's something about a bug in the system or the like. But the important thing is, if these guys are left unchecked? They can cause major damage, even kill 'mon!"

He holds up a silver cylinder, which had been made into a roughly conical shape, the lower half wider than the upper half. It’s then slammed down into a port on the right side of his belt.

"But thank Arceus, there’s a way to patch out these jerks.”

“SET UP!”

The top of the cone is pushed in, and the center of the belt lights up.

“READY!”

A sphere of silvery light erupts around the Jolteon, translucent text and numbers and pictures filling it. Transparent screens with much the same content appeared all around the Electric-type as his right hand went to a lever on the top of his belt, his left hand at a diagonal across his chest.

“Henshin!”

The lever is pulled across as Henry swings his arms out in a straight line, the belt sliding to the left to cover the cylinder and expose a round red screen in the middle.

“DOWNLOAD!”

The screens scroll and flicker, stopping on images of armor that soon fill the screen, forcing each window to bend to fit the armor’s form. The formed screen-armor clamps on the Jolteon’s body, clipping through ears and tail as it wasn’t designed for a ‘eon. Nevertheless, Henry smirked as the armor attached, the sphere swirling inwards to fill the armor in and make it solid.

“STEEL PROGRAM - INSTALLATION COMPLETE!”

"And its name?"

The armored Electric-type looked up, 7 red orbs lighting up on his ovular visor in a hexagon shape - the same shape that's lit up on the middle of his belt.

"Is Datas."

The logo for Kamen Rider Datas is displayed as the trailer ends.

#Trailer #Wanted to go ahead and share something #Not the normal AU entry but I wanted to do a trailer #Kamen Rider #Pokemon #Pokemorph #Anthro #No it's not going to anything problematic don't worry #More details may come later #IDK what form tho - this was harder to write than I thought #Shippers Be Warned - Relationships between main characters are already planned ouyt. #Had to change formatting too #Was originally Sarah on left #Max on Right #But Tumblr won't allow that #Please let me know how to do center and right align if you know how #Also Sarah and Max aren't the core characters #Henry is #Not to say those two aren't important #They along with Henry are the main cast to start TBH