#my muscles are going nuts bro!!!

[mrwavellswaps]

Noticing The Difference

I never should’ve bought that fucking statue.

Two months ago I was, dare I say, an absolute hunk. I’d been working out for years on end. Always pushing my limits at every opportunity I could to grow better and stronger. I had a great diet which I made sure to always stick to and plenty of mates I could hit up the gym with. I was in the best shape of my life. Both looking and feeling bigger than ever with muscles that always managed to get me compliments from other dudes at the gym. Not to mention my genetics doing the absolute most by blessing me with a height of 6’1, a handsome face, a perfect hairline and an incredible beard. Looks that, needless to say, got me into bed with plenty of other hot dudes. Daddies, hunks, twinks. You name it. I’d been with them all.

I had everything going for me. I had a great job at my local gym. I’d been approached by multiple modelling agencies. I’d even amassed a fairly large following across my social media with my comment sections always full of thirsty people who ranged from leaving playful compliments to begging me for an onlyfans. Something I’d honestly begun to consider.

But then the statue happened. I found it at a small antique shop in town. I’m not even sure why I went in there. It was like something was drawing me in. Yet as soon as I was in the door I was greeted by an older man who wasted not time in offering his assistance. He whisked me around the shop, showing me everything he had to offer but I could tell he seemed particularly keen on selling me that one statue. I had no idea why at the time but in the end he won me over. It was fairly cheap and looked nice I supposed so before I knew it the shopkeeper was grinning as he took my money and handed me a receipt.

I found a spot for it at home on one of my bedroom shelves. But it was shortly after this that weird things began to happen. I found myself staring at it constantly. My eyes always drawn to the statue. I’d find myself thinking about it when I was at work. But things only started getting really weird when I began to get erections while looking at it. I had no idea why but my cock couldn’t help stiffening whenever my eyes met that of the statue. It very quickly got worse until soon enough I was standing in the middle of the room unable to break eye contact with the statue while jerking my fat dick. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. It had some kind of hold over me. It wasn’t long then before I could feel my load rising up and getting ready to erupt until suddenly… I couldn’t move.

Everything around me spun and blurred in a dizzying fashion. When my vision cleared I was no longer staring at the statue, but rather I was staring at my own face! It didn’t make any sense! Somehow I was now looking at my muscular body from the outside as if I were a mere spectator. I had no idea what was going on but I couldn’t help feeling a wave of dread wash over me as my former face grinned maliciously at me. Seconds later however that grin twisted into a look of sheer pleasure as he drained my balls completely, groaning in my voice as he did.

“Fuuuuuuckk! It’s been too long since I’ve busted a nut!” He moaned while wiping some of my cum off his hand. Soon after he went on explain what just happened. Apparently the statue I’d bought was cursed. Every few years it starts to lure in a new victim. Making them want to take it home with them and soon become so entranced by it that they end up jerking off to it. In the process making their minds weak enough that the statue can steal their soul and trap them within itself. The side effect to this however is that the soul of the statue’s previous victim gets to take the newly vacant body in return. “Bro you have no idea how excited I was the second I saw you walking into the shop.”

I couldn’t believe it at first. I didn’t want to! But the reality of the situation was impossible to ignore as I watched this stranger begin to flex my muscles with a stupid smirk on what should’ve been my face. All while I was frozen in place. Unable to move or speak. Only capable of seeing and hearing. Completely powerless to stop this stranger from exploring the body he’d effectively stolen from me. And to make it even worse…

“Fuck. I’m gonna pull so many hot chicks with this body! Their pussies are gonna be dripping for this dick!”

He was straight.

Since then I’ve been unable to do anything but watch from a shelf in my bedroom as this guy took over my life completely. At first he really tried to act as much like me as possible. Shortly after taking my place, he looked through pretty much all my personal belongings much to my unheard protests. Learning every bit of information he could that he hadn’t already figured out in the time he’d been watching me from the statue. He must’ve scrolled through my phone for hours, looking through all my apps and messages. All the while playfully taunting me about it.

And after that he soon started going out. Dressing exactly as I would to meet with family and friends. And as soon as he got home he’d immediately come and tell me everything. Describing to me how hardly any of the people I knew even noticed a difference besides giving him an odd look here and there. It was both infuriating and terrifying at the same time. But I honestly couldn’t blame them. With my body’s muscle memory he already had most of my mannerisms down and could talk almost exactly like I did. And that’s how I thought things were going to stay. This imposter becoming my perfect replacement. That is until about a month in when something began to change…

He came into the bedroom one day and groaned as he threw off one of my now sweaty tank tops after what I can only assume was a jog home after a tough gym session to keep that body in shape. He finally allowed himself to catch his breath while placing his hands on those impressive hips I used to own. As he did his gaze shifted towards me; Initially with a glance before then turning to a smile which wouldn’t have seemed nearly as mocking if he didn’t follow it up with that annoying peace sign.

I rolled my metaphorical eyes at the gesture as he jumped on my bed and pulled out my laptop. Unfortunately I already knew what he was doing as he scrolled through some tabs he had saved while tugging down his shorts and unleashing that thick cock I used to own. I couldn’t help cringing like always as I watched him pull up a video and start jerking off to some girl bouncing her tits. He might’ve copied me in many ways but that definitely wasn’t one of them. It was always so unnerving to see my body and cock get horny over women. I usually just try my best to ignore it and hope he finishes quickly… but today wasn’t one of those days. It felt like hours before he finally tossed his head back and moaned with my voice as he spurted my load everywhere while a chick on the laptop was getting her pussy pounded.

“Ohhh gooddd!” He slurred his words coming off the high of orgasm. “I can’t take it anymore!” I had no idea what he meant at first but in hindsight if I’d known I would’ve wished for anything to stop him.

After cleaning himself up, that imposter trudged over towards me and looked me dead in the eyes. “Look man. I know I’ve been a bit of a dick to you this last month. Taking your body and what not. And I promise it wasn’t personal… not that I’m complaining.” A line he’d said to me many times by now as he flexed one of my biceps yet again. “I’ve tried to keep up this act of being you to be respectful I guess but I just can’t do it anymore bro! I wanna act like me!” I couldn’t help but find that last line somewhat ironic. “No offence dude but I'm not into half the stuff your friends and family expect me to be into and I'm not gay either. And I don’t wanna hide that anymore.” I could already feel my nightmare about this whole situation coming true at this point. “Sorry but I'm doing things my way now. I know you’re probably not gonna like it but I promise I’ll make it up to you bro. As soon as that statue you’re trapped in is ready to do its crazy magic shit again, I’ll make sure you get a sick new body. Maybe then we could hang out sometime as bros. No homo though.” He chuckled. And if that last joke wasn’t warning enough for what was to come, I didn’t know what was.

Immediately I could see the shift in his behaviour. Whenever he spoke he began to sound less like me and more like a douchey straight guy who can’t help saying ‘bro’ every other sentence. Things like the way he carried himself began to change and become more characteristic of the man who’d taken my identity. Next were the clothes as he quickly stopped wearing a lot of the tighter looking clothes I owned and pretty much threw out most of the clothes he considered to be ‘too gay’. Quickly replacing them with new clothes he’d bought which just made my former body look so painfully straight. But I guess that’s what he was aiming for.

But it didn’t stop there. I’d already figured out he was a football guy before now with how I could always hear him shouting and cheering at the TV whenever there was a match on. So it wasn’t long before he’d bought a bunch of football related shit as well to put up around my place. After which he told me all about how my friends thought it was so weird that he was so into football now. I wasn’t surprised considering I’d always said before how much the sport bored me.

Now he’d turned my former self into one of the straightest looking and acting guys on the planet. And this couldn’t have been more apparent as I heard him come home with what sounded like two other dudes he’d made friends with at the gym. Straight gym bros I assumed who I’d probably never spoken to before. I could hear them all getting settled on the couch with beers as they hung out. Doing weird shit like chugging their beer and seeing who could belch the loudest. Eugh. I tried to ignore it but my ears couldn’t help perking up when they started having a conversation about my former self’s sexuality…

“Yeah I dunno guys. I used to think I was gay but recently I’ve been thinking of experimenting you know? I’ve always been curious as to what fucking pussy feels like.” I heard him say. Fuck. Up until now he hadn’t actually had sex with a woman since taking my body despite how much he talked about wanting to do it. I figured at least a part of him still felt bad for stealing my body and he probably figured I’d hate it. So when I heard one of his new bros offering to call up a lady friend of his who apparently had a crush on my imposter. I’d have screamed for him not to take the offer if I could. But there was nothing I could do.

“Call her bro.”

Before I know it I have to bear witness as my own body stumbles into the bedroom with a busty chick wrapped around his waist. As they kissed their way over towards the bed, he looked up at me with a what seemed to be a somewhat guilty look. However that look was quickly wiped away as the chick grabbed his bulge, coaxing a satisfactory grunt out from my former voice. Now I found myself cringing a hundred times harder than I ever did before as she started going on about how she knew I wasn’t really gay and that I just needed the right woman.

What came after seemed like torture to me. Having to watch as my imposter got his dick sucked by a woman I didn’t know. Staring on helplessly as he reached down and grabbed at her tits, causing my old dick to buck with excitement as he squeezed them. And even worse so as he moved on to sliding my cock between her tits and fucking them! It felt so wrong to watch but I couldn’t look away as he eventually stopping fucking her tits only to start eating out her pussy instead! God… seeing my own face between a woman’s legs just looked wrong. And yet he was having the time of his life.

But eventually my worst fear came true as I watched him line my cock up with the entrance to her pussy. I could swear he looked up at me again just for a second to mouth the words ‘sorry bro’ before suddenly plunging inside her. And once he did he was like an animal. A beast even! Slamming my formerly gay cock as deep into her pussy as it would go, causing them both to wail out in pleasure. After that he must’ve pounded her for what seemed like hours to me. Stuffing that big titted bimbo full with my dick as the only sound that could be heard over all the moaning was my balls slapping against her taint. Torture didn’t even sound like a strong enough word at this point.

They switched positions a couple of times before they finally reached the climax. Across which time the chick complimented my former cock multiple times on how perfect it was for her pussy and how it made her cum faster than any other guy could. But eventually my imposter reached his limit. There were a few uneven thrusts before finally he let out a long loud groan just as I always did when I came. Immediately his cock began to spasm as it filled the pussy below him with an enormous load, much to this chick’s desire by the look of it. And he wasn’t even wearing a fucking condom…

A few minutes later I had the displeasure of watching him slowly dislodge from her pussy with a dumb grin. He wiped off his sticky cock and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts as the chick continued to bask in the afterglow of it all. I watched as he headed towards the door where his new bros were waiting for him on the other side.

“How was it man? You still think you’re gay?” One of them asked.

That body snatcher of mine grinned. “Nope. I’m as straight as an arrow bros. Tits and pussy only from now on.” He claimed, having to make it all sound somewhat believable before the other two men wrapped their arms around him in a celebratory manner before grabbing him another beer.

I can already tell these are gonna be a looooong few years before he’s finally able to keep that promise and put me in a new body. At this rate by the time I get out of this curse statue, he’ll have knocked up enough bimbo’s to have his own soccer team. Hopefully he’ll start using a condom before then…

#male body theft #male body swap #magic #curse #gay to straight #identity theft #jock #male hypno #permanent #male possession #muscle theft #male muscle growth

[jhuzen]

a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

#you might be asking #wheres luocha or welt #well #i still have honkai trauma #particularly otto trauma LMAO #meanwhile old man welt #i feel like a homewrecker since he literally has a son and a speculated wife answimef #dw i will write #I PROMISE I HAVE SOMETHING IN STORE #maybe i’ll post it tmrw? #maybe #For now have this shitpost #hsr x reader #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #gepard x male reader #sampo x male reader #jing yuan x male reader #blade x male reader #dan heng x male reader #caelus x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid hcs

[marlynnofmany]

Scary Stories in Space

If you’ve ever wanted to experience the rapt attention of bodybuilder-shaped swamp monster/goldfish crosses, who are equal parts muscles, fins, and floaty silk clothes with absolutely zero interest in blinking, then I can’t speak highly enough of telling ghosts stories to a pair of Frillians.

That hadn’t been the plan; it just came up in conversation while we tidied the storage hold. Our ship was going to take on a lot of cargo soon. There were things on the floor that needing picking up, which was boring, so we passed the time with stories.

As it turns out, Frillians love ghost stories.

“Then what happened??” asked Blip when I paused for effect. She’d frozen in place holding a wrench and a heat sensor, wide-eyed in a cloud of fluttering silks and fins, all electric blue and bright red and deeply invested in my story. Her brother Blop was her mirror in aqua and lavender.

“Then,” I said, picking up a crowbar, “When he went to let her out of the car, he found a hook on the door handle!” I caught the crowbar on my hand dramatically.

“Ohhh!” they chorused with a gratifying flinch, for all the world like frat bros watching someone get hit in the nuts. “Near miss! Oh, wow!”

I grinned and put the crowbar in a cabinet while they rehashed the very simple story to each other. I’d already told them a few others, and I was going to run out of stories before they ran out of enthusiasm.

Blip asked, “What do you think they did when they found that?”

With a shudder like a bird fluffing feathers, Blop suggested, “Throw it as far away as possible? Run into the house?”

Blip nodded, fins still flared slightly. “Maybe both. Then call the authorities.”

I walked past to collect a stray cable. “I don’t know about the authorities where you’re from, but mine wouldn’t have been much help.”

The twins discussed this some more, then agreed that the best response would be to run screaming into the house and lock every door they could find. Only then did they remember that they were supposed to be cleaning, and resume putting stuff away.

After three seconds of silence, Blop asked, “Know any more?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Lemme think.” I shelved a box and looked around the room for inspiration. No ghosts hid in this storage hold, though it had been home to many an animal cargo. The reinforced clear pen was still empty, and had been for a while — our cargos were mostly boxes these days. The door to the hallway stood open, and I almost had a thought about some doorway-based haunting, but couldn’t pin it down. I moved to stack a few stale tubs of animal food while I thought.

Then my cat Telly walked in, recently free to roam the ship on a provisional basis, and I had an idea. The fact that Telly had made a beeline for Blip’s spare overcoat helped. She burrowed right under, sniffing out the shrimp sticks that were undoubtedly hidden in several pockets.

Neither Frillian noticed.

“There was one story,” I said, watching them both perk up like meerkats. Fishy, musclebound meerkats. “The legend of the Pants With Nobody Inside Them.”

“Pants With Nobody Inside Them?” they dutifully asked.

I tugged at my own pant leg. “People where I’m from wear a lot of clothes that are shaped to fit our bodies, and have the same silhouette when they’re empty. Just imagine how creepy and unsettling it must have been for the first person to venture into a dark forest at night, and see the shape of another human — but only the bottom half. Walking … steadily … towards them.” I took slow and deliberate strides toward the far side of the animal pen, drawing their gaze away from the shrimp stick excavation.

“That sounds terrifying,” Blip declared. “Did they run?”

“Oh, you bet they did!” I said, jogging slowly in place, then speeding up. “But the pants ran after.”

Blop squeaked in fear, muscly arms bent to bring his hands to his mouth.

They had no idea how hard I was working not to laugh. “That first person got away, and so did the next. But it kept happening, and the pants got faster each time. People started to worry about going outside, and wonder about their own clothes — they’d look at a pair of pants on the floor, and imagine it starting to get up on its own. Then OH JEEZ WHAT’S THAT?!” I pointed through the clear walls of the pen.

Both Frillians whirled and screamed at the sight of — as promised — an item of clothing moving around.

Telly bolted in panic, with one shrimp stick in her mouth and several others scattering in all directions. I heard someone down the hall yelp, though it was hard to make out over the Frillians screaming.

“WHAT WAS THAT?”

“WAS THAT AN ANIMAL?”

“WAIT, THAT WAS YOUR ANIMAL, WASN’T IT?”

“WHAT WAS IT DOING IN MY COAT??”

I leaned against a wall, laughing. I couldn’t hold it back any more. “Stealing your shrimp sticks,” I managed. “Sorry.”

After a little more yelling and hyperventilating, during which three other crew members came to see what the emergency was, they finally calmed down. The rest of the crew was waved away.

“So,” Blip said, clearly determined to speak evenly, “How does the story end?”

I was still grinning. “Somebody makes friends with the pants. They were chasing after people because they were lonely.”

“What!” Blip exclaimed, fins spread and eyes wide, which just made me burst into laughter again. Blop echoed her.

“It’s a children’s story,” I explained. “I think the pants wanted to dance with other people. Or they wanted someone to wear them; I honestly don’t remember the details. But they were lonely.”

Blop shook his head. “Lonely haunted clothing,” he said. “Your planet sure has some memorable ones.”

Blip picked up her coat at arm’s length, and I couldn’t tell if she was looking for damage or ghosts. “Maybe it was hungry,” she suggested.

“I’m sure many ghosts like shrimp sticks,” I said, picking one up from the floor. “I’ll bet we could think up a new story about that. Maybe they’re haunted by the ghosts of the shrimp, mad about being eaten?”

Their dismayed expressions told me that such a story might ruin their favorite snack for them.

“Or,” I said, turning on my heel, “We could think up a story about a haunted… stun gun! Maybe it keeps a ghostly copy of all the people it’s stunned. How do you think a story like that would work?”

To my delight, Blip and Blop proved just as interested in composing new stories as listening to old ones. The rest of the tidying session passed quickly.

I take no responsibility for the nightmares they inflicted on the rest of the crew.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

(And yes that’s a reference to the Dr Seuss story.)

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #humans are storytellers #ghost stories #featuring the return of everybody's favorite space himbos #even though one's a girl #their species handles gender differently anyway #they definitely qualify #writeblr #writers on Tumblr

[fredwkong]

I just started a vacation a couple days ago to spend time with my family in New Hampshire.. and they're already driving me nuts. Is there anywhere that you can send me where I could spend time feeling like a proper Southern country Boy? Going hunting and camping shooting off fireworks like I don't give a fuck and just enjoying myself and the company of any of my friends that I decided to make along the way

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. We’re connecting to your down south getaway right now! Please get comfortable and prepare.

You’re awakened by someone jumping on top of you. As you jerk awake, your bro gleefully sits down on your face and blasts you with a wet, rancid protein fart. You lick his bare hole with your extra-long tongue in retaliation, making him howl.

You get out of your sleeping bag and look around. All the bros are stirring in the early morning air. Even after a crazy Fourth full of beer, fireworks, and hard fucking, it’s hard to sleep in on the hard country ground. Two of your bros have decided to warm up by double teaming a third, their thick cocks jackhammering into his mouth and hole as his neglected dick leaks onto his sleeping bag.

You run your fingers through your thick ruddy chest hair and snap the waistband of your American Flag speedo. It’s blasphemous towards the flag or whatever, but you figure it’s stood for worse than your big ginger cock. You were the only one to put on clothes after last night’s festivities, so you're like, repping national pride or whatever.

You’re brought out of what has become a gooning session, fondling your bulge in your flag briefs and sniffing your unwashed pits, by a grumble in your stomach. You need some protein. You spot one of the bros, the one with the lowest hanging bull balls, and head for him. With your thick bro muscles and carpet of musky red hair, you’re clearly the alpha bro, so you can take what you want from any of the others.

Enjoy your vacation!

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#male transformation #tf vacation #reality change #mental change #broification #dumber tf #muscle tf #musk tf #fart tf #american tf #answered ask #male tf #all fwkong

[shootingstarwritings]

“Bro, how does a quarter-circle work?”

It was difficult trying to introduce my roommate into fighting games. He had taken an interest in some of them after I hosted a couple friendlies over at our shared apartment. Initially, I had been real excited to finally have something to bond over with him.

Sadly, I hit the first hurdle real quick.

“What the fuck is a quarter-circle?” The only way to describe his expression is ‘the first man to discover the platypus.’

Still, I was optimistic. Everyone had to start somewhere, right? I had placed a hand on his shoulder, gushing inwardly at the slight touch we shared, and told him, “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

It had only been about two days before he got mad and threw one of the custom controllers I had bought. Luckily it landed on a cushion, but that certainly splashed a bucket of cold water on my little crush on him.

Still, my hope for him hadn’t died at that point.

“It’s fucking bullshit!” he said, glaring at the Player 1 Wins still on screen. He pointed at my character’s smirk and smug victory pose while shouting, “Your character’s just bullshit. And I don’t know the goddamn special inputs.” All he had been able to do was just mash the face buttons and not tried any of the tech I had patiently explained to him at least half a dozen times.

“Well, that’s what practice is for--”

“I dunno.” The anger had begun to leave his face, leaving just disappointment in its wake. “Maybe I’m never gonna get it.” Chest deflating, he left the room and left me alone in the couch, mindlessly twiddling the joysticks.

To preface the situation I currently find myself in, I figured that if my roommate didn’t have the drive to develop the muscle memory and skill needed to do the inputs, could I do it for him? The hope hadn’t entirely died, but it blossomed into something else entirely. The idea had wormed itself into my head and possessed me entirely.

And so, I funneled into him. It wasn’t easy. He had struggled hard as the wisps of gray smoke I turned myself into entered his body. His body tightened and flexed as my invading force entered him. I didn’t miss the way that his erection poked just beneath the fabric of his shorts.

And so, alone in our shared apartment, I began the grind for him. Of course, I figured that I should make myself comfortable while I did him this favor. So I stripped his of his clothes and played nude. I gotta say, I’d recommend it. Felt so freeing as I climbed the online ladder with my nuts hanging.

Now he’s begging me to take him to the weeklies I go to on Saturdays. Gotta say, it’s been pretty nice gaming with a guy I live with. Of course, that’s not the only reason why I feel so much closer to him.

This is probably a bad habit of mine, but I can’t stop hopping into him and getting a nice session in. He doesn’t seem to believe I’m the one controlling him. Maybe next time I can jerk off inside of him. Sorry for the bad pun, but I think I’d like to play with his joystick next ;)

#male possession #male body possession #possession #idk aruarian dance is playing so I got some writing juices flowing

[honeyhotteoks]

Lmao dumb hard thought that just came to me

Imagine yunho after nnn (no nut November) ends-

He actually somehow makes it through the entire month and once it’s Dec 1 he can’t help himself

like imagine him pinning you down and 😍

bro please i cannot think about this it's going to make me think thoughts in fact don't click under the cut there's no specific and very clear thoughts about this 💀

Your December is off to a shitty start. You missed your train, you spilled coffee straight down your new white blouse, and somewhere around mid-day you lost cell service almost entirely. Work wasn't going well, especially since you were late getting there, and all you want is to go home and see your fiance. Fiance. That word is new, only a couple of months since he proposed and you've been practicing the word on your tongue everytime you slip up and say 'boyfriend'.

But when you get home he's not there. Your apartment is quiet, empty and lonely, and your cellphone won't work long enough to find out where he is. You resign yourself that today is just a bad day, a really bad day, and hopefully not a sign for the month to come.

With a sigh you lay back on the couch and let the drama Netflix suggested autoplay. You let yourself fall asleep and forget this ridiculous day.

You wake a few hours later to insistent kisses, Yunho's broad hands coasting up the length of your body and slowly tugging open the snaps of your sweater so he can run his hot lips on more of your skin.

"Mm," You stretch pleasantly under his hands, "there you are, baby,"

"You didn't answer any of my calls," He pulls open the last snap and his lips work their way down your bare abdomen.

"My phone's not working," You murmur, running a hand through his mop of wavy dark hair, blinking hard to wake yourself up.

"Ah," He sighs, "I was wondering what happened,"

"Mhm, I," You start to say, but Yunho's yanking down your trousers and underwear already, "w-what's gotten into you?"

"December," He opens your legs, tipping them back to angle your body up for his mouth, "fucking finally,"

It all clicks into place suddenly - December 1st. An entire month of abstinence over, and if it hadn't been due to the sizable bet between him and his best friends, you would have broken those rules long ago.

"Oh my god," You sigh, "I completely forgot,"

"You forgot," He licks a stripe up your slit and you shudder under his hands, chuckling he kisses your inner thighs, "you forgot that today's the day I finally get to fuck you again? It's all I've been able to think about for weeks,"

"Is that the little star on the calendar?" You giggle, remembering the blue sticker that appeared next to today's date.

"Mhm," He nips at your soft skin, "now relax,"

"I thought this was about making you come?" You sigh, sinking into the feeling of his fingers delicately circling your clit.

"Oh, it is," He grins, "but you need some prep, you haven't taken me in a month,"

"True," You widen your legs a little, settling into the cushions.

"Plus," He adds, "I'm not going to last five minutes inside you, so I'll take care of you first,"

You huff a small laugh, "Yunho, when have you ever come that fast, I swear," your voice catches as he sinks a finger into your wet heat.

"I haven't come in a month," He pumps his finger, adding a second, "I haven't even touched my dick, and neither have you. If you think I'm not going to die at the feeling of this around me?" He thrusts his fingers again, crooking them deliciously into your g-spot and then says, "Then you'd be crazy. I'm going to fuck you so full you'll feel it for days, sweetheart,"

Your muscles flutter and clench around his fingers and he grins, knowing he has you right where he wants you. You don't last five minutes either, and when he finally comes inside you later that night it's so hard you feel like you might break apart under his hands. It doesn't matter though, you still want him, and he fucks you again and again. After all, you have a lot of catching up to do.

#yunho hard hours #ateez hard hours #ateez drabbles #idk what is happening i'm jsut delusional abou tthis #answered anon

[the-masculine-alpha]

Macho Cop Brainwashed & Humiliated

I’ve already told Jason, the brainwashed muscle cop, that starting this week, he and I are going to start working out together in the local gym. Every day. And, after every workout, I’m going to march his naked cop ass into the showers and fuck the crap out of his cunt, right there. In front of whoever happens to be there. And, after I’m done breeding his cunt, I’m going to offer his ass to any Man who has a hankering to plow some muscle-cop pussy. I told Jason that I figure that by the third day, after word spreads around about what is happening, they’ll be lined up ten deep just to try out Jason’ man-snatch.

Jason turned so deep a shade of red when he heard this that I felt like I should apply some sun-tan lotion to my own skin. He literally started begging me not to make him do that, not to bitch him out to all his bros in the gym. But the intense brainwashing destroyed his inhibition within few minutes. It was quite an impressive display. But what I noticed was that the minute I explained what I had planned for him, Jason’ cock shot up in an incredible erection, the pre-cum oozing out in a stream, staining his uniform pants. And, I swear, it hasn’t gone down since then – and that was two days ago.

Then, yesterday, after I gave the officer his morning cunting, I led him over to the full-length mirror. I frequently make the cop stand in front of the mirror, looking at his naked, totally denuded body wanting to impress upon him exactly how he now looks. Occasionally, I fuck him in front of the mirror so that Jason can see that, too, see how he looks as he takes ‘elephant boy’s’ giant cock up his pussy. Jason never fails to blush when I do that but his mind is too weak to resist.

Yesterday, though, I had a new treat for the officer. As he stood there looking at himself in the mirror, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a dog collar. I wrapped it around the cop’s thick neck and then locked it into place. “Get used to this collar. It’s not coming off. Ever. You’ll be wearing it everywhere you go and everyone you know will see it.”

I could feel Jason tense up and then see the cop staring into the mirror trying to make out what the collar said on its front. And eventually he worked it out. There was only a single word – OWNED. He just stood there staring at the word for a good two minutes until suddenly, to my complete shock – and I think Jason’s too – his cock exploded in a massive eruption of cum. At least five separate streams of his cop-juice shot up in the air and splattered onto the mirror.

I just watched, speechless for a minute, and then burst out laughing. “Clean up your mess officer, you horny little bitch,” I ordered, still chuckling at Jason’s display. I could see that Jason was super-embarrassed about his hands-free orgasm and he immediately knelt down and began furiously licking up his nut-slime. But, no sooner had he finished cleaning off the mirror then, still kneeling, he turned to look at me. “Thank you, Master,” he said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, “for my collar.” It took me a while to process everything but I ultimately realized that those tears weren’t tears of embarrassment. They were tears of joy. The mind altering technology has successfully turned the former macho cop into a pathetic weak slave.

I don’t doubt that my little bitch will be totally humiliated the first time I fuck him in the shower. I don’t doubt that for a second. But I’m also sure that when I shove my monster cock up his twat and start pounding away while his cop buddies all stand around and snicker and laugh, Jason is going to have the greatest orgasm of his life. And, who knows? I may be able to say the same thing. We’ll just have to wait and see.

[billthedrake]

MY SON’S PORN LIFE (PART THREE)

I parted the ass cheeks and examined my prize. Round, meaty cakes, baby smooth, with a winking, almost gaping hole. I spit on it, maybe not with precision aim, but a wad of my saliva landed on that alluring pucker, which almost sucked it in.

"Fuck," I growled, shaking Muscle Pup Mike's cheeks.

The short muscle dude looked back over his shoulder. "You're getting real good at that Mr. C," Mike said, his voice getting real turned on. "You've been going at it a while."

I looked at the hotel clock. Fuck. I had lost track of time. I'd caught an earlier flight to Chicago that day, standby, so I'd have a chance to squeeze in a fuck with Mike, but I'd already run out the clock.

"It's gonna be a quick one today," I warned as I fisted the lube over my cock and crawled up on top of Mike's compact frame. I had a good inches on him and despite his gym body I had more bulk, too. It was an awesome feeling to cover him completely as I wedged my angry-hard prick between those prize buns.

"Oof, fuck..." Mike hissed as I breached him quickly. Then, "Dick me, Daddy."

"Damn, son," I growled and wrapped my my arm around his neck. Not a rough move or a wrestler hold, but a firm leverage to hold our upper bodies steady as I thrust into him virorously. "God your ass is addictive."

Mike's voice was urgent and had a sexy frat-bro resonance. "Pound it off in me, Daddy.... get that fuck you need."

Need. A simple but profound word. Mike was right. I needed this. It seems the more I indulged my attraction to men, the deeper that lust was.

The hotel mattress bounced as about 400 pounds united in this mating ritual. I tried to develop as a lover with Mike, but this was about my nut. I humped faster and harder and entered a hard orgasm. Whimpering in a tenor cry and feeling my whole body shake.

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Breed my whole," Mike said excitedly. It took me a few months of our affair to realize MusclePupXXX wasn't just building up his top's lust. He really craved that psychological rush of a man cumming inside him.

I rolled off him and gave a gentle pat to that crazy hot ass and kissed his forehead.

"You need me to get you off?" I asked. Sometimes Mike wanted me to, sometimes not.

He shook his head, a smile beaming on his cute face. "Nah, Mr. Connors. I have a shoot later... gonna save it for that."

I shook my head at his open eagerness and at the realization that I was in fact fucking a porn star. Regularly.

"All right," I said. Giving his rump a harder, playful smack. "That was awesome, man." I leaned in for a soft kiss. "I gotta head off," I finally said. "You can hang out here if you want."

Mike turned on his back. Waxed-smooth muscle bunched and flexed as he leaned back, those thick arms behind his head, that himbo vibe strong. "Maybe I will Mr. C. Kind of makes me feel like a whore," he joked.

I laughed as I stepped off the bed, feeling Mike's eyes on my softening dong. The dude made me feel like a porn star in my own right. Like I said, it was addictive.

I gave him a wink and went to take a quick shower. I came back and got dressed for my business meeting, as Mike lay in bed, unabashedly naked, reading his phone and messaging off and on.

As I slipped on my watch, my fuck buddy looked up. "You meeting up with Travis while you're in town?" he asked, referring to my son.

I shook my head. "I'll be too busy with work stuff," I lied.

I've been trying to cool it with Travis, actually. Not going cold turkey or anything, but pulling back a little from our incestuous affair. At first, I made sure every other time was just a regular, platonic father-son dinner when I came to Chicago. And increasingly, I started doing more day trips as an excuse. And there were times like this that I didn't tell him I was coming.

"You won't tell him you saw me, will you?" I asked Mike.

It was like he was putting two and two together, and I regretted it. But there was no way he could know for sure that Travis and I had a thing between us.

"Don't worry, Mr. C," he said with a grin.

I made sure I had everything and leaned down for a final kiss. "Thanks again, Mike. You spoil me, man."

"I know, Mr. C.," he laughed.

"Hope your shoot goes well," I said.

"Won't be as hot as the fuck you just threw me, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Jesus," I growled. I never knew if Mike was on the level when he said stuff like that. Probably not. "All right, later..."

***

I told myself I was being a good boy each time I begged off meeting Travis.

It was a weird fucked up logic. I was stepping out on my wife and banging a porn star. But it was a different porn star, not my porn star son.

Travis rolled with the punches. I mean, it wasn't like he wasn't getting plenty of sex. I still watched his OnlyFans videos, rewatching them practically daily while waiting for the next one to drop. Travis was topping more again, almost exclusively, in fact. Maybe that was something that I couldn't give him. Maybe it was something his kinda boyfriend Steve couldn't give him either, but I didn't know for sure and didn't ask.

I tried to cool it with Mike, too, even if that was less successful. The very fact I had an open invitation to hook up whenever I was in town excited me. No expectations, no strings. Just full service.

But summer came and work travel died down. I took the opportunity to really get serious in the gym. Trav had set me up with one of his trainer buddies. Hot guy, total bro, total taskmaster. It took me a few months to get into a groove, but by July I was seeing real progress. I wasn't gonna have a porn body, or anything close. But I had a solid base of a build to work with and was impressed with the gains, as I lost some extra padding and improved my bulk and muscle tone. Kate kidded me for becoming a gym bunny, but it helped in the marital bedroom.

I didn't normally think of myself as a superficial guy, but the more I worked out, the better I felt about myself. I liked seeing the attention I got from women and even men. I watched Travis or Mike in action in their videos, and I started to visualize becoming more like them or the guys they had sex with. In its own messed up way, it focused my goals. Hard work and my trainer bro barking at me did the rest.

Come September I was back in Chicago for work. I missed my son, and this time I came an evening early to spend time with him. I thought it was going to be a regular father-son night, catching the White Sox-Royals game. And it was. Only as we sat in our seats, knees gently touching, but just chatting and watching the game, I felt this chemistry and that naughty thrill again.

Trav sensed it too, and he was in the mood to encourage me. "So, Dad," he said, leaning into whisper. "You been watching my videos?"

I didn't want to get a boner in a public place like this. But I nodded. "Every one."

That made my son grin. "You're a connoisseur, I know," he said. "Which one's the best?"

I thought for a half second. But I knew which one I'd been stroking to the most. "The one where you tag-teamed that Atlanta couple." As much as our sex had been about me topping Travis, or swapping blow jobs, visually I think I preferred to watch him fucking. There was something so beautiful about his body in rut, and his expert technique.

"Cool," my son said, leaning back and spreading his legs some, puffing out his chest. He was proud of his porn work. I couldn't blame him. I sighed as I looked him over. Somehow his body had gotten better, a little bulkier but not in an overdone way. It all looked great on Trav.

My hardon managed to go down through the next inning. Until Travis brought it up again. "Dad," he whispered. "You think you'd ever be up for a threesome with Mike?"

I got that deer in the headlight look, I know. "He know about us?" I asked nervously.

Travis nodded. "I didn't tell him, but yeah he knows."

I gulped.

"Don't worry," my son said calmly. "He's not gonna blab. He thinks it's hot."

I felt the inevitable coming. I was gonna have sex with my son again that evening. Right after the game, if we made it to the last inning, even. I felt that thrill of transgression coming on. Leaning over I put my lips close to Travis's ear. "It is hot, son."

Those dimples flashed as Travis smiled. "It's been a little while, Dad."

"It has," I grinned leaning back. Feeling freer to talk in coded language. "You up for breaking the dry spell?"

Travis let out a sigh, and I knew he was getting worked up too. The fact I could make my hot-as-fuck hunk of a son feel like that was a crazy ego boost. I was throwing hard in my shorts again. "You didn't answer my question," he reminded me. "About Mike."

"I don't know Trav," I objected. I mean, my dick knew, but my brain was trying to be the voice of caution.

"Come on, Dad, it'll fun."

I dont know what spell Travis had on me. There was an easy charm that was persuasive as hell. I felt my inner selves battle for a second, then I nodded. "OK."

"Hot damn," Trav said and pulled out his phone to text Mike.

"Tonight?" I asked in surprise.

He laughed. "We'll see... but why not?"

A part of me wanted one-on-one time with my son. It had been four months since we'd had sex and a silly part of me wanted this to be special. But Travis's approach was better. Keep that connection carnal. He wasn't looking for a boyfriend, just an incestuous fling. With his friend and fellow porn star there, too.

We did cut out of the game at the bottom of the eighth. The Royals were losing badly anyway. We took an Uber to my downtown hotel. I was starting to get nervous butterflies in my stomach. Half from the sexual anticipation, half from the idea that someone else knew Travis's and my secret.

Trav seemed to read my mind and he patted my leg, softly caressing my leg hair on the ride. "It'll be great, Dad. Promise."

I nodded, telling myself to follow my son's lead in this. I was crazy attracted to Travis and had only gotten more so over the last year.

Mike was already there in the hotel lobby, waiting for us.

"Good to see you, Mr. Connors," he greeted.

"Thanks for coming, Mike," I said. Weirdly formal with him. But I wasn't used to Travis being there too. What the hell, I thought. "Wanna come on up?"

I think Mike was surprised by the turn of events but his eyes thrilled by it. "Hell yeah, guys."

It was the longest elevator ride I'd ever had. Lots of eye contact between us, and a silent knowledge of what was going to come.

The minute we got to the hotel room, Mike peeled off his T-shirt, showing off that gym muscle. "Talk about a fucking bucket list night," he enthused.

Travis and I were removing our shoes, a step behind Mike in stripping down.

I was shirtless but still in my shorts when Mike spoke up again. "You guys ever kiss?" he asked.

Travis looked at me with a big smile. Those fucking dimples drawing me in. I met my son and my body shivered as his hands touched my waist. We kissed, softly, with tongue and all, putting on a show for Mike.

"I could cum watching that," he said.

I was getting into this now. The connection with Trav felt amplified by Mike's presence, actually. I turned to our third and asked. "Is this gonna be a show, or a threesome?"

Mike stepped up, reaching up to put one hand on my back and one on Travis's. "Whatever you want it to be, Mr. C," he practically purred as our faces connected. I always had to lean down to kiss Mike, but I loved the height difference.

And then like Travis was doing the same, kissing Mike in front of me. Making out more excitedly. Then it was me and Trav kissing again.

Mike crouched down and started undoing my shorts. I moaned into my son's mouth, which made Travis back off to look down at his friend fishing out my cock. I was hard and getting firmer with Mike's touch.

"Love your dick, Mr. C," Mike growled and then took me into his mouth.

"God, that's hot," Travis hissed as he watched Mike start to blow me. I wondered what was in this for Travis, but he seemed to love to see his father in action. Seeing my sexual side. I started thrusting my hips gently into Mike's wet mouth, challenging the hunk some, but not going full-on face fuck or anything.

"Fuuck!" my son exclaimed. His eyes turned up my body, taking in my chest and shoulder muscle seconds before his own hands started caressing me. "You should definitely do a video, Dad," Travis said, his own persuasive charm and my own sex-addled brain temporarily making me think about that possibility. "Show off that stud DILF body you're rocking." It was then that I realized Travis was into my new, fitter body.

We kissed again, and I felt a bump in the sexual thrill. The incest connection between me and Trav, the feel of Mike's mouth and throat working over my thick cock, the naughtiness of letting my son see me have sex with another guy.

That lasted a minute, but then Travis ramped up the excitement when he pulled back with a naughty grin and crouched down in front of me, next to Mike. There they were, the two men in my life - it was so fucking weird to even put it that way - as they kissed then swapped turns sucking me. Mike holding the base of my cock to pass it to Travis. My son would do some porn-worthy deep throat bobs, working all the way to my base as Mike watched excitedly and egged my son on. Then Travis would pull off and let Mike take his turn. They did this a couple of rounds, then started orally servicing me at the same time, each taking one of my prick as their lips traveled up and down my length.

I didn't intend to blast off so quickly, but the very sight of them had me cumming almost instantaneously. My sperm painted their cheeks and temples before they scooted up and double-kiss my spurting cockhead.

"Jesus, fuck," I grunted, surprised how turned on I was and how deep my orgasm was. When I was spent, Travis and Mike began licking my jism off each other's face, then kissing deeply, openly in front of me.

"Let's fuck, man," Travis hissed. Mike nodded and the two got up and walked over to the bed, the guys finally getting his shorts off in the process.

"Dad, get the lube," my son growled, clearly feeling some of that out-of-control excitement I was.

"Yep," I replied, eager to see these boys in rut. They were making out on the bed, Travis on top of Mike's nude muscle pup body, as I tossed them the lube and got on the bed next to them.

I'd learn pretty soon that not all men were as easy to penetrate anally as Mike and Travis were. They were pros, with lots of bottoming experience and more than a novice's eagerness to take dick. For now, I just watched in admiration as Travis slathered himself with lubricant and scooted to enter his friend.

"Fuck, man, get in there," Mike grunted, that frat-boy-like voice ensuring my dick wasn't going down soon. I watched my son get in the saddle while Mike looked over at me with a grin. "Fuck me while your dad watches."

Trav now looked at me to. "Come kiss me, Dad," he urged his voice cracking now. "Kiss me while I fuck your boyfriend."

I almost objected that Mike wasn't my boyfriend, but the vibe was clearly sexual as Mike reached over to grab my cock and Travis ran his hand along my back. I leaned into kiss my son and felt his body start moving. In and out of Mike. This was my first threesome, and it was surpassing any dreams about how hot one would be.

"Let him have the full ride, Dad," Travis grunted as our lips now hovered inches apart. I didn't know what he meant at first, but his hand was on my ass now, pushing me forward. I got the picture. As Travis started his signature pounding move, I knelt in front of Mike's cute face. His expression was one of pure excitement. He looked at my dong wide eyed, then craned his neck to take me into this mouth once more.

Travis's eyes were on that connection between my cock and Mike's sucking mouth. "He's getting father and son at the same time," he said, clearly into articulating the tabooness of the situation. "God, Dad, you're a stud," he grunted, clearly losing control of his sexual composure. As hot as it was to watch MusclePupXXX take care of my dick, it was even hotter to watch my son in orgasm. I'd seen all of his videos, which by now numbered about 3 dozen, and we'd fooled around about a dozen times. But this was the best of both. Being with Travis and watching him, like I was watching a sex show in front of me.

There was the telltale whimper-growl, and the muscle flexing I'd seen times before. Travis was coming, big time. As he nutted, Mike grunted hungrily around my cock.

Trav was a little sweaty and had a kid-like smile of pride as he finally dismounted. "Your turn, Dad," he said, matter of factly, scooting back to let me in the saddle.

I got in place, but not before taking a second to feel Travis's cum-slick dick, a match of my own. We kissed again, and part of me wanted to fuck my son instead. But he'd just nutted and Trav was right: we were giving Mike the full ride.

"All fours, buddy," I urged, taking the initiative to grab Mike's waist and help him flip over, then pull his compact body toward my hips.

"Yeah, manhandle me, Mr. Connors," Mike exclaimed, just seconds before I breached his hole. That ass practically sucked me in and it was a series of wonderfully familiar sensations on my cock. Only I felt my son's cum inside Mike, too, and that fricking drove me wild. I didn't work up my pace like Travis. I guess I figure my son had primed that pump already. I just went at it, thrusting rigorously and quickly in and out of Mike's hot muscle ass.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy!" Mike bellowed, getting into a power bottom zone that had surpassed what I'd seen from him before.

I was so engrossed with fucking him that it took me a minute or two to notice Travis in my peripheral vision. He was standing beside the bed, his naked body looking amazing and toned and sweaty as he held up his phone and took a video of me and Mike.

My first reaction was to object, but the words didn't come out my mouth. I was too excited, imagining being a porn star in my own right, next to these hot studs. Besides Travis wouldn't do anything crazy like post this. I hoped.

For now, I fed off the idea of being on camera and channeled my energy into a full athletic fuck of Mike. He was now bouncing back his ass to each of my thrusts and I could feel Travis's cum ooze out and run down between his legs, wetting down my pounding balls in the process.

That did it. I gave a couple of really hard, deep shoves. Maybe too hard. But Mike was gonna know he got bred good.

As I came down I leaned forward and rested my torso on Mike's sweaty muscular back, softly kissing his neck. Travis had set down the phone and was joining us to initiate a threeway kiss.

***

After it was over, things were low-key awkward.

"Don't worry, Mr. C, you guys' secret is safe with me," Mike assured me as he got dressed again. Travis had stepped into the shower so it was just me and Mike.

"Thanks," I said. "This is so crazy," I added.

Mike smiled. "Sure is. That's what makes it hot," he grinned. Then stepping up to me, he reached down playfully and grabbed my soft prick. "Travis is right. If you ever wanna do a video, it would be crazy hot."

I pulled the hunk into a soft kiss. I knew we weren't boyfriend. I was already married for christ sake. But kissing Mike always felt good and right, particularly when he went soft at it like now.

My dick was spent or otherwise it would have plumped up again in Mike's hand. I enjoyed the soft caress of his fingers on me, though.

"You really have an awesome cock, Mr. C," he added.

"God, Mike," I grunted. Flattered, thrilled but maybe a little freaked out I'd just been videoed fucking this hunk.

Travis stepped out, proud and relaxed of his nakedness.

Mike let go. "All right, I'll leave you guys alone. Thanks for making this happen," he said to Travis.

"Yeah, it was hot as fuck," my son said. No kiss this time, but just a fist bump before Mike got his phone and got ready to leave. He paused at the door and took one more look at us. Father and son, still naked. "Damn," he said, unbelieving the experience he just had. Then he turned to walk out.

Travis plopped on the hotel bed. "OK if I sleep here, Dad?" he asked.

I crawled up on the mattress next to him. His hunky body was warm and wet. "That'd be nice," I said. "But Trav... about the video..." I started.

He pulled up the phone. "I can delete it, Dad," he said as he pulled it up. "But only if you watch it first?"

"You want me to watch myself fuck Mike," I grinned.

"Yeah, I do," my son said with a smile. He hit play and handed me the phone. It wasn't quite like the semi-professional quality of Travis's videos, but it looked pretty sharp. I'd never watched myself have sex before, and there was fun novelty to it. My body getting more intensely engaged as I went further into my mating of Mike. And that familiar MusclePupXXX ass and body taking every bit of a pounding. I'd see guys do Mike like this, but the fact it was me was a thrill.

I didn't realize I was hard again until I felt Travis's hand on my dick, caressing my new boner. It took me by surprise, but Travis said, "Keep watching, Dad."

I did, and while I watched this homemade porn video, my son took me into his mouth. This was the perfect continuation of our threesome. Me, Travis, and Mike. Only different. Amplified by the screen version of me as Travis made love to my cock with his soft, talented mouth.

As I watched myself work up to an orgasm on screen, I wondered if I was going to give it up a third time of the evening, ejaculating into Travis's sucking appreciative mouth. But I was too spent and decided it wasn't going to happen. I set down the phone and nudged Travis off.

"Let me do you," I offered. I figured Travis had only gotten off once. The idea appealed to him already. He practically pounced up to the spot next to me, while I scooted down to suck him. I had barely taken him into my mouth when he picked up the phone and started watching the video again.

"God, Dad, you're looking really fucking good these days," he said, watching me in action.

I concentrated on blowing him. I might not have mad skills like Mike and Trav, but I wanted to do my best to get him off. And I did love having my son's erect cock filling my mouth, teasing the relaxed entrance to my throat.

Only as I felt him get closer, I looked up and he was no longer watching the video. Instead he had that phone pointed at me, filming me give him head. "Fuck... suck me Dad," he urged, turned on when I didn't object, but instead started bobbing faster on Travis's dick. My fingers massaged his nuts and my eyes flitted up directly into the camera, which made that stone-hard dick of Travis's swell in my mouth.

"Unhggh!" he grunted, and I felt my mouth filled with my son's seed.

#drakestories

[auld-a]

I'm not really into Heavens Officials Blessing Fandom or well not yet, but.....

Can I get the First Years with Male!Hua Cheng!S/O?

TWST First Years x Hua Cheng!Yuu

I did my best with him, his main personality trait is just simping for Xie Lian unrelated but you are gonna love the show bro

♥️Ace Trappola♥️

why does his last name look like spaghetti

ANYWAYS I feel like at first he would jokingly try to show his dominance over you

You're an attractive guy with long hair, a mysterious eyepatch, muscles, and you're just taller than him

Every dude in school is all over you whether it's for romantic reasons, they want the clout of being your friend, or they want your exercise routine

Ace at first thinks his feelings towards you is envy since you get a lot of attention (and are crazy powerful like wtf) but after some thinking on it he realizes it's jealousy

Instead of confronting it he just pushes it way down and pretends it does not exist because he refuses to come to terms with the fact that he likes you

If say (god forbid) Xie Lian didn't exist in your original world then Hua Cheng would treat Ace like he would Xie Lian

Ace is not used to this in the slightest

You treat him like a piece of treasure, yet Ace is shoving as many pieces of gum as he can in his mouth because Deuce dared him

Both you and Ace actually have very similar attitudes, you don't do things for others unless it's for your benefit or it's for someone you know well and are fond of in some way

This makes your relationship to each other incredibly loyal and Ace appreciates that he's found someone who can see deeper than what he shows people and actively reciprocates it

You're always on Ace's side even if he's clearly in the wrong or just being stupid

You would help him fight Riddle no doubt

When (not if) Ace gets into a fight he always threatens people by saying something along the lines of "You wouldn't mind if I brought my buddy Hua Cheng right?"

Everyone scrambles

Those who don't are sent to the infirmary in 10 seconds or less

Magic and stuff works very differently in your separate worlds so I don't know how much help you would be to him when it comes to teaching but Ace likes to watch the stuff you make

His favorite is probably Blood Rain just because it seems so menacing but it does literally nothing

♠️Deuce Spade♠️

refer to Ace Trappola

JK but I can't deny I do feel like there are a couple similar traits here

The biggest one being loyalty, they're both very loyal boys but Deuce is more outwardly with it and is still willing to help others he doesn't know very well

You admire his efforts in his studies and just in everything he does overall

he may not be amazing at everything he does but he always gives it 100% and you love that about him

You're aware of his efforts to not pick fights with people so whenever you feel that may be happening you just gently put your hand on his shoulder, nudge him to the side a bit, and fight the person for him

You have no reason to keep a reputation in tact so may as well go nuts while ensuring your BF doesn't get in trouble

To Deuce this feels like the ultimate form of you showing your love

And it kind of is lol

Remember that scene where deuce thought that store bought eggs had baby chicks in them

Yeah that but you just smile at him and say nothing

Ace will have to be the one to correct him eventually

You would still somehow defend Deuce

It's still a recurring argument in the friend group

🐺Jack Howl🐺

He looks up to you like he looks up to Riddle

if you haven't read the vignette he basically respects Riddle since he puts in the hard work to get what he wants and doesn't take shortcuts

Don't know how much that personality trait applies to you but you're someone who came from a hard knock life and now you're one of the most powerful in your world (probably in their world too let's be honest)

If you thought ADeuce was loyal OH BOY you're in for a treat because this man will not leave your side unless he has to

Obviously if he thinks you may not be okay with him constantly by you're side he'll leave but if you like him as much as you like Xie Lian you'd be begging him not to

From an outsiders perspective looking in, your relationship is both somewhat hard to read but also tooth rotting sweet

Jack tries to put on a tough boy persona around everyone but is actually very sweet and loves affection, while one of the most intimidating people in school is all over him like he would die without him

This makes jacks face so red and leaves his tail constantly wagging

I feel like you'd just walk up behind him and grab his tail to spook him

This makes his ears perk up cutely

Jack is so used to being someone who's physically stronger than others so the moment you pick him up bridal style with no restraint leaves him floored

he tells you to put him down so he doesn't have to admit he likes it

You can tell by the tail though so you do it any chance you get when you're alone

He likes the butterflies that you create

They're so bright and beautiful and he has butterflies in his stomach when you make them fly around him and land on the tips of his ears or nose

🍎Epel Felmier🍎

you would bond over something very unlikely

like carving

he carves you apples, and you give him life sized statues of him in hyper realistic detail

Something about it creeps him out but in a good way

You would probably carve them in such a way that it gave him a bit more muscle

that's probably why he subconsciously likes them so much

Vil is jealous his first year managed to get such an attractive and dedicated peer before he did

he constantly asks you for tips on how to be more manly

you probably say some crap like "You're already the manliest man I know🥰"

He appreciates the self-esteem building but sometimes he would prefer if you took it a little more seriously

If he wanted to, you would probably help him get on an exercise regimen to build more muscle so he can get that ManlyTM aesthetic

Vil isn't against bettering oneself but if he finds out Epel is trying to build heavy bulk or something he would confront you

You would either tell Vil the truth but defend Epel or just lie to Vil about your plans

You defend Epel against a lot of things

Vil wants to unalive you at this point but then he'd ruin his clothes

You two are like the meme where Person A is trying to fight Person C but Person B is right behind them threatening Person C if they do

Epel thinks people are afraid of him and this gives him a confidence boost

Seeing him happy makes you happy

I don't know why but I feel like if you guys were play fighting and you just picked him up and threw him it would make him happy

He's always running up to you asking to be thrown like a kid in a pool

⚡Sebek Zigvolt⚡

This is giving me strong "I had to get a support dog for my support dog" vibes on Malleus' part

You like to bother him 24/7 and Sebek pretends like he doesn't like it and is always yelling at you while you just stand there like :)

It makes him flustered that someone is willing to not only put up with a part of him so many find annoying but embrace it too

You don't understand his obsession with Malleus but you can relate to having someone you care for so deeply you'd do anything for them

Sebek has a hard time seeing himself that way since his entire life has basically been for Malleus but he can't say he doesn't appreciate it

In the beginning of getting to know each other he thinks you're another lowly human

When you make the sky start bleeding he starts to wonder if he should've retracted that statement sooner

Knight training together?

Knight training together

He may have been training his whole life to be a knight but you have like 800+ years experience he has much to learn from you

Eventually I think he would view you as someone equivalent to Lilia which if you're not already aware is an incredibly high honor in his eyes

Which makes him all the more flustered when out of anyone you chose him to court

If he does that thing where he says something nice to you in a very loud and formal voice you would hold the exact same energy

"YOU ARE VERY SKILLED AT SWORDSMANSHIP DESPITE YOUR INCONVENIENT CLOTHING OPTIONS AND UNRULY HAIR!"

"THANKS I THINK YOU'RE HOT TOO"

This happens a lot

Everyone knows that when it starts they need to cover their ears for the next 5 minutes or so

I think Malleus truly does appreciate Sebek's loyalty to him but sometimes he needs a break so he's very happy that you provide that for him by keeping Sebek distracted

His eyes are so pretty please compliment them

#ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #ace x yuu #deuce x yuu #jack x yuu #epel x yuu #sebek x yuu #male reader #twst ace #malleus draconia #twst deuce #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #heaven official's blessing #hua cheng #twst x yuu

[madirablack]

Turn the Kesha to 100 baby it's time for

JAYROY HEADCANONS

Singing full blast in the car like teenagers

"Dude, that's kinda gay can't lie"

Driving for hours on end when they can't sleep, or to have deep talks.

Roy has a truck he has in a random parking garage in Gotham, its red and has all sorts of random shit on the inside.

Jason has a beaten up old black muscle car that lives behind a 7-eleven in the middle of assfuck nowhere about 10 minutes out of star city.

Banned from 3 McDonald's as arsenal and red hood, for : chasing a mob boss through to the kitchen and in turn setting 2 small fires and breaking 3 ordering screens, dumping a scalding coffee down a creep's shirt for harassing underage girls, and trying to start the official #FUCKWAYNEENTERPRISES movement and setting up a shitty store inside with badly made buttons and bags

"Yeah can I get a [insert stupidly extra and long specialised iced coffee order]."

[Insert gallavich gif "You're under my skin man the fuck can I do?"]

They can both cook, but Jason's is better, in part due to being taught by Alfred

Neither of them actually make a point of going to bed to sleep at night, because sleep is a sensitive and difficult thing for them both

Roy can speak a surprising amount of Vietnamese, learned it to make sure Lian was still connected to her culture even when her mom wasn't around.

Know each other like the back of their hands, to a point that frustrates both of them.

If going to an event with Roy, Jason won't drink, and will probably avoid contact with those that have been.

Mama by MCR

Make an effort to have designated movie nights to just chill the fuck out, they watch like 3 movies each time and they're on Friday nights, each time a theme is picked by either one and they go for a random number on the streaming services category, usually the minutes past on the time. No matter how crap the movie is, they watch the whole thing. It's led to tons of inside jokes.

The main thing they argue about is drugs, and about ptsd, mainly triggering each other by accident.

Roy snores

Jason sleeptalks

Bruce fucking hates it when they turn up to galas or parties or stay extended amounts at the manor, because just when he expects them to be on their worst behaviour, they're perfectly polite, well mannered.

GOODBYE MY DANISH SWEETHEART - MITSKI

Jason only really cries when he's incredibly angry or when he has flashbacks. He drops from a angry sentient brick wall to that same tiny malnourished kid that died far too young, his hands up over his face, begging to not be hurt.

Roy cries very rarely, but when he does, it's infectious.

Tried impromptu Archery Lessons in one of the numerous weapons warehouses, resulted in an awkward trip to the ER

"I'm so fucking tired of this shit" "I know."

"Man, dude, bro, homie, my guy," only ever use romantic nicknames to annoy each other

Matching specific brand and type of Bluetooth earbuds, Jason has black and Roy has red

TATTOOS SMALL MATCHING TATTOOS

Small family run Mexican restaurant in the middle of Gotham is their fave, when it got robbed and bricked, they did a manhunt for 4 days straight to find the guys that did it.

Dumbass shit in summertime like jumping off of cliffs into the sea etc

Heaven's gate - fall out boy

Competitions as to who can annoy designated rich jla father more

Bro hugs all the time but the longer, genuine ones are few, but special.

Always make sure the other one eats in the morning, unspoken thing started by Jason, "if you wake up first, you make breakfast for us both, other guy cleans up"

Both have an absurd thing that makes them laugh hysterically for almost an hour every time without fail, (the intro to gangnam style and a video of 6ix9ine going "I let my nuts hang")

Play Apex together if they're apart (Jason Mains Maggie and Roy mains Mirage and is an actual bamboozle god)

Dancing in the kitchen to old 50s/60s stuff like an old married couple

#jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #royjay #headcanons #jayroy headcanons #dc

[visceravalentines]

Murph Connors NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

there are exactly 4 Murph gifs so you get these guys instead. it's symbolic <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Murph is the biggest snuggle bug. Just wants to hold you and be held. Showers you with little kisses and caresses and nestles your head under his chin. The man's heart is attached to his dick and he's a little bit in love with you right now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Real proud of his physique. He is a gym bro and he works hard for those gains. He's all about his upper body and abs, all those important surfing muscles. Tell him he's strong, compliment his gains, he'll light up and flex for you. He doesn't even mean to do it, it just happens on reflex.

When it comes to his partner, he likes the soft things. Thighs, breasts, tummy, ass. Whether you're thick or thin he likes the parts of you he can really get his hands on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thinks swallowing is the hottest thing on the planet. If you let him cum in your mouth he'll buy you flowers. Also, btw, this man is bisexual as hell and when he's giving head you bet he swallows. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Super into pet play. Never ever will bring this up unless asked point-blank. If you put a collar on this man and tell him he's a good dog whoops he came already.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a fair amount of experience under his belt but not as much as you'd think. He is very good at making sure his partner is taken care of and has a few tricks up his (very tight) sleeves to rile you up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

All of them. Are you having sex with him? Awesome. You wanna take him for a ride? Climb right on up. You want him to fold you like a paper airplane? He would love to do that for you. You want to fold him like a paper airplane?  Say less, baby.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy on purpose, he’s just kind of a goofball by nature.  He’s being very sincere actually.  When he says “this is the best moment of my fucking life” while you’re sucking him off, he means it 100%.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Fuzzy boy. Full fucking bush bby. California blonde from his head to his toes. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Murph is, shall we say, a very clumsy romantic. He's not so much sweeping you off your feet as he is throwing you over his shoulder. He says the sweetest things but they're not exactly poetry, e.g. “you feel fucking incredible, you're a fucking dream, fuck,” etc. If you've been together for a minute he'll hug you tight and tell you he really likes you because it's true and he does. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Absolutely thinks about you while he's jerking off. Uses your nudes for inspiration. Probably texts you about it before, during, and after. He really prefers getting off with a partner, but sometimes u just gotta get that nut.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh my god edge this man. Be so mean to him, deny him all day, just don't ruin his orgasm or he'll never forgive you. Do literally anything to his nipples and he's a puddle with an erection. Loves to be bitten and sucked on. Leave him little love marks he can look at later and it'll make his day every time he sees them. Praise the fuck out of him, it gives him a boner in his heart. 💕

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tbh?? Bed. He loves bed. Bed has everything you need. Would he accept couch? Yes, couch is good too. Kitchen? Why the fuck not? Not car. He can't get comfortable in a car. Kinda shy about public places but he thinks it's so hot you want him that bad and if you pull him into the bar bathroom or a dressing room he's not going to say no.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any amount of interest shown in him at all. If you are soft and needy, he is tripping over himself to please you. Push him up against a wall and he's immediately yours. Send him nudes and flirty texts, he will be so stoked you're thinking of him.  So stoked he can’t stand up for a minute. PDA??  Oh man.  Touch him under the table at a restaurant and he is going to be pent the fuck up until you get him home. Absolutely loves when you assert your claim on him in some way publicly, taking his hand, arm around his waist, standing beside his chair and pulling his head against your hip. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not one for degradation, giving or receiving. Prefers pleasure to pain for the most part; your standard biting, scratching, and spanking are fair game.  Not much for group sex or threesomes.  He's pretty down to try anything once if you want, doesn't have a lot of hard limits. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both giving and receiving for different reasons.  Uses giving as a way to warm up his partner and gets himself all hot and bothered in the process because he just really is having a good time. Gives sloppy fucking head. Enjoys receiving bc he’s a simple man and he likes having his dick sucked, duh.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Murph gets worked up pretty quickly but he’s hung like a horse, which means he usually has to take it slow for his partner’s sake.  He is so very good at being patient.  Plus, once he’s in the moment, he doesn’t want it to end.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You want to have sex with him right now??  Right now?  Pants are off.  Expect him to be really clingy afterwards though, and maybe don’t leave right after or he’ll be sad.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He kinda sticks to his comfort zone when left to his own devices.  He’s not the one to bring a new idea to the bedroom.  But he’s extremely receptive to whatever you have in mind.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Clear your schedule. He's in great shape, he's down to switch it up so things don't get repetitive or chafey, and he would love nothing more than to spend the whole night with you (and the day, and the next night).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing fancy, but he has a couple cock sleeves he likes that he'd be happy to use on a partner with a penis. If you've got something you like that you want to use on him or have him use on you, he's totally down to try it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll try, but he's not great at teasing because he just wants to give you what you want. Why would he deprive you?? You're so hot. :( 

However…you can tease him until he's blue in the balls face. He'll whine and complain but he loves it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Buy the neighbors earplugs. Murph does not hold back nor does he know how to nor does he care. Full-throated moans and whines and whimpers. Vocal sighs like all the tension in the world has been siphoned from his body. Begging, pleading, bargaining. Grunts, growls, a truly juvenile amount of the word fuck. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Looooves when he gets to cum inside you. It's not even a breeding kink thing, he just is thrilled you'd let him do that. If his partner can't or doesn't want to adjust to his size he has to make do with other avenues, which is fine, but he just really likes being inside you if you'll let him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big man. Thiccc. He's what you'd call a seven by seven…seven inch girth, seven inch length. Circumcised. Curly curly blonde bush. Usually hangs to the left. 

As for the rest of his body, he's pretty fucking fit. Bulkier in the shoulders, arms, and chest, slim in the waist. Ass that won't quit. He's very tan bc he's always in the sun. Has a handful of tattoos including a shark on his left hip and a sun and moon on his calves.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Murph is always just a little bit horny and ready to be hornier. It's like a soothing white noise in the back of his mind. He's just bopping along until you drop him a hint and then he is ready. Sometimes he gets real needy though, and he can't focus on anything, and he'll do literally anything you want if you'll just get him off right now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't fall right to sleep, but he'll get cozy and cuddly and won't want to leave the bed again. And you better believe he's up before you are, already went for a run, and is making you breakfast.

#murph connors #murph connors fanfiction #murph connors x reader

[yourbelgianthings]

nuts and bolts, androids and steroids

a sundrysyx fluff fic (2k words) as a surprise gift for @onehandkilling! no tws, i would say it's like pg-13, basically the same stuff the aso season itself has in it

When Norman Takamori first met his prospective crew for the Red Hot, he was not at all impressed. Norm was not a man who was easy to impress. His years with the Amercadian Space Brigade had left him gruff and cold. He stood in front of his ship, which resembled a hot dog far more than he would have liked, surveying the comms officer (an Aguatunesian floating in a large globe of water), the engineer (a human whose body was cyborg from the neck down), the two gunners (a unique all purpose android and a clone), and a businesswoman (a human) who would be working on the ship. At least she would be paying rent, Norm thought.

“All right, from here on out, you are the crew of my ship. Well, except for Ms. Encino, she works for some big company and is giving us money, so make sure she’s happy. I’m Norman Takamori, but call me Skipper. Do what I say when I tell you to do it, and there won’t be any problems.”

The five others looked at each other, unsure of what to do since the skipper had simply turned and left. They helped get the Aguatunesian onto the ship and into their larger water enclosure, then the android with pale skin, the long red ponytail, and one cybernetic eye wearing a retro pink waitress dress and roller skates spoke up.

“Hey y’all, I’m Sundry Sidney, the Swiss Army Wife! Or, that’s what they marketed me as. I can throw grenades, make drinks, and I even have pleasure protocols! I’m one of the gunners, and I’m happy to help out with anything!”

Everyone smiled and clapped. Then, Riva introduced themself, explaining that they were on their gallivant and had psychic communication, so not to get startled by that. The short cyborg with the bald head and Black skin was Gunthrie Miggles-Rashbax, but you could call him Gunnie. Margaret’s red hair was in a bob with bangs and she wore a skirt suit, introducing herself very briefly like she had somewhere better to be, and asked Sidney to bring an iced matcha latte to her office as soon as possible. Everyone stared silently as she retreated down the hallway until they couldn’t hear the click of her heels anymore. The last member of the crew, a large muscled man with a tan and shoulder length medium brown hair, wearing dark sunglasses, stepped forward.

“Well, I don’t know what her deal is,” he exclaimed as he took off his shades and tossed his hair, “but I’m Big Barry Syx, the other gunner with Sidney. Just call me Barry, and know that I’m down to be anybody’s bro!” With introductions complete, Riva swam away and Gunnie left to do some tutoring to earn extra credits towards paying off his body, leaving just Barry and Sid standing together. 

“Seems like it’s time for me to go make Miss Margaret’s drink, then,” said Sidney. She smiled at Barry and continued, “Pleasure meeting you, I think we’re gonna work together just fine.”

“Hey, I got nothing else to do tonight, and it sucks that you’re the only one who gets extra work. Would you mind some company?”

Sid stopped dead in her tracks. Nobody had ever offered to spend time with her as a friend before, let alone while she worked. She blushed, and quite uncharacteristically, nearly whispered, “Why, not at all,” before turning and skating down the hallway so fast Barry had to break into a jog to keep up with her.

Once she had gotten everything set up, Sid showed Barry all the steps of making a perfect iced matcha latte. He was disappointed to find out the drink contained no protein powder, which gave Sidney a good laugh, and she whirled around the kitchen faster than Barry could process, ending up right back in front of him with a chocolate protein shake served in a milkshake glass. He gasped in surprise.

“Oh man, Sid, you didn’t have to do all that extra work for me!”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, “it’s nothing! Now you enjoy that, I have to go take Miss Margaret her drink,” and she squeezed his hand and skated off. Barry was still adjusting to not being around his other Barry bros all the time, but Sidney was different than anyone else he had met in his time on his own. He didn’t know what to do with this thought yet though, as Barrys were generally more inclined to action than reflection. So, he simply decided to wander around the ship until he finished his drink before going to bed. Over in her room, as she was about to power down for the night, Sundry Sidney also processed how their interaction was unlike any she had ever had before, her new fellow gunner seemed to see more in her than what she was programmed to do. It made her feel strange, but also excited to spend more time together. That night, Barry dreamed about the battalion’s trip to Uncle B.O.B’s Fantanimalland, and Sidney did not dream at all.

As the malton units passed and lengthened into nargons, the crew grew closer and developed an excellent working relationship. Well, everyone except the skipper. That was, he was still mean as ever, but nobody could deny his skill as a pilot. When they needed all hands on deck, even Margaret would put down her phone and close her laptop to help out. They made it out of a lot of risky jobs by the skin of their teeth. The life of a proldier was dangerous and unpredictable, but Barry and Sid still found moments to sneak away together. As good of friends as they all were, they enjoyed spending time with the whole crew, but the others could also tell there was something a little more going on between the gunners, so they would come up with reasons to leave the two of them alone. On one such night, when the movie had finished and Gunnie “needed to fix his calculator”, Margaret “had an important email to send”, and Riva had simply floated away with a wink, they found themselves the only ones left on the couch.

Barry cleared his throat. “Uh, great movie, right?”

“No, Barry, you hate that one and specifically said you didn’t want to watch it,” Sid laughed.

“Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He blushed and awkwardly stood up. “Well, I haven’t done my foam rolling, so I should probably head out. Wouldn’t wanna get a cramp or anything, yknow…” trailing off, he turned and left. Sidney thought his shyness was adorable. In fact, maybe tonight would be perfect for that idea she had had in mind. She clicked on her comlink to the gunner channel.

“Hey Riva, are you still up?”

“Sure am,” came the reply.

“Oh great! Do you have any of that stuff you sell here on the ship?” she asked.

“Pleasure putty?” Riva’s voice instantly perked up.

“Excuse me?!” exclaimed Gunnie, and Margaret just chuckled. Suddenly, Norman Takamori’s voice was on the line, and he was furious.

“How many times do I have to tell you idiots that the gunner channel is only for the gunners to use in combat before you get it through your thick skulls? It’s not your goddamn party line, and don’t even bother trying to explain what’s happening right now because I do NOT want to know!”

“Sure thing, Skipper,” replied Sidney in her sweetest voice possible, “have a good night now!” She giggled to herself as she skated down towards Riva. When Barry heard a knock on his door, he jumped. He didn’t startle easily, but he must have zoned out without realizing it. As he opened the door to see Sid, a big smile spread across his face. He had secretly been hoping she would come.

“Hey, Barry! Skipper’s sure in a bad mood tonight, huh?”

“Oh, what?” Barry glanced at her quizzically. “I was in the shower so I didn’t hear anything, but I’m sure he was yelling about something like always.” Sidney mentally did a huge fist pump. Yes! He hadn't heard!

“You got that right,” she replied, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

Barry gestured for her to come sit on the bed next to him, which she did. “I really like you, Sid,” he told her. “You’re the best gunner partner a Barry could ask for. Well, besides another Barry.”

“I’m glad to hear I’m second best,” Sid teased, but she was clearly proud to be complimented on her work. “You’ve been working plenty hard too, Barry. While we’ve got a few martrons to ourselves, why don’t we” and pausing to pull the tin Riva gave her out of her pocket, “have a little fun?”

Barry’s jaw dropped and he blushed so much he felt like his head might explode. “Uh, hell yeah!” he exclaimed. Sidney leaned in to kiss him and it was all a wonderful blur of sensations, both physical and mental, from there. 

Some time later, they lay on the bed cuddling, Sid’s head resting on Barry’s very muscular chest, and their arms around each other.

“Hey Barry?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“Where are the other Barrys? You never call them or anything, and you seem sad whenever you mention them. You don't have to answer, I don’t want to ruin the mood or anything, but I’ve just noticed and kinda been worried. Barry’s eyes welled with tears Sid could not see from her position, and he took a deep breath.

“Damn, Sid, you are the most caring person I’ve ever met. Who else in the galaxy would have the best sex ever with me and then ask me how I’m doing like that?” Sidney sat up and replied as she gently wiped away Barry’s tears.

“Nobody, I’m the only one of me.”

“I had no idea. How about I tell you about the battalion and then you can tell me whatever you need to, okay?” He got a nod in response. 

“Just one sec though.” Sidney rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some red nail polish, holding it out towards him. “I don’t do well with just sitting and not doing something. Do you care?” Barry hesitated. Since being separated from the battalion, he had done his best to maintain the identical appearance he had always had to them, but he was here now, and nail polish wasn’t permanent. It was like a little gift from Sid. 

He said, “go for it,” and began to tell her about his time with the bros and all their adventures across the galaxy “unfucking the little guy.”

“I still can’t believe what Barry Nyne did to them.” Here he paused a moment before continuing, “It’s just the two of us left, but he betrayed the Barrys, so I don’t know if I can call him my bro anymore. It really sucks when I think about it too much, but honestly, I’ve been okay. Getting to know and work with people that aren’t just another you is different, but it’s not a bad change. This crew is the best!”

Sidney nodded. “Oh Barry, that’s terrible. I’m glad you’ve mostly been happy here, though. All your other clones would want you to still have fun and kick ass, I think.”

“You’re so right, Sid! You’ve got the true bro mindset!” Barry congratulated her.

“Hey now,” she laughed. “Don’t move yet, your nails aren’t dry!”

“Okay, okay!” and Barry settled in to listen to her story.

Sid recounted her daring exploits at the Handy Andi board meeting to escape a fate of destruction, and what she knew about her creator. “It’s just strange being the only one of my kind,” she mused. “I wasn’t built to need friends, but they’ve really been great.”

They both smiled and Sid reached out to take Barry’s hands (both of which were now dry). Without saying anything else, they knew that they were both less alone than before, and had a bro (or maybe something more) at their back all the time, not just when they were in the gunner stations.

#message from mirph #mirph's manuscripts #adventuring party #fic writing #d20 fanfic #d20 fic #a starstruck odyssey #sundry sidney #big barry syx #barry syx #ship fic #dimension 20

[dumbjocksub]

"TIM!"

Tim was lying on his bed when he heard his big brother call him from the kitchen. He knew why his brother called him and a big smile formed.

He hurriedly went downstairs, and there he was, his bodybuilder big bro, wearing a tight white wifebeater that showed all his muscular features. As he was about to have dinner, a steak was sitting on the table in front of him.

"Come on, bro. I need my daily protein shot." The muscular man said as he banged the dining table with his hands.

It started as a joke a few weeks before. Tim told his jock brother that cum contains a high amount of protein and is good for muscle building. His brother immediately trusted him as Tim was a nerd and the smart one in the family.

Now every day before dinner, he would ask Tim for his daily dose of 'protein shot.' He would jerk his little brother's dick with his strong bodybuilder's hand and collect the cum in a shot glass before enjoying it like an appetizer. Being gay, Tim didn't complain. It's pretty much his dream come true.

Tim had another idea this time, though.

"Hey, bro. You know that sometimes when I cum I would miss the shot glass and spill it all over the floor and table?" Tim asked as he rubbed his big bro's bulging bicep. Being proud of his body, he didn't mind, of course.

"Yeah. Such a waste." The big bro said, licking his lips after.

"I know a way to make sure it won't happen again. "

"How?"

"Well, what about instead of using the shot glass, you put my dick in your mouth when I'm about to cum so I can shoot directly into your mouth? That way, nothing is spilled." Tim knew his big bro was an idiot who only cared about his physique. He would 100% agree to this.

"That's an amazing idea, bro! Fuck yeah! You are a genius!" He said as he flexed his biceps. "What about pre-cum? Does it have high protein too, bro? "

"I think so" This is definitely not true, but what the hell, Tim thought.

"You leak pre-cum a lot bro, so what if I jerk you off with my mouth instead? That way, We don't waste the pre-cum as well."

Tim was taken aback at what his big bro said. It was even better than he planned.

"O-of course! That is an excellent idea!"

Tim's big bro immediately kneeled in from of him and slid down Tim's shorts. Tim's rock-hard cock twitched as he felt his big bro's breath on his dick. Pre-cum was already flowing from his cock.

"Shit, bro, you're already leaking." Tim's big bro said as he licked the dripping pre-cum, from the shaft all the way to the cock head. Tim shuddered uncontrollably as he felt his bodybuilder brother's tongue on his cock.

Then, he slid Tim's cock in his mouth. A loud moan escaped as he felt the warmth and softness surrounding his cock.

"Ahhhh... You're doing so good, brother. It feels amazing!" It was actually the first time Tim got his cock sucked. Nobody really wanted a skinny nerd like him. But there he was, getting his dick sucked by non-other than his 250lbs straight bodybuilder brother. "Make me feel good, bro! The better you make me feel, the more cum I shoot!"

Hearing that made the bodybuilder go crazy. His tongue was twirling all over Tim's cock. He knew he was doing a good job when Tim's moan grew louder.

"Aaahhh... F-flex your biceps bro! S-show me the progress you've made!" Tim asked, and his bro happily obliged, flexing his massive bicep for him to see.

Seeing his brother doing a double bicep pose as he sucked the life out of him made Tim go nuts. He grabbed his big brother's hair like a cheap whore and pumped his cock deeper into his bro's mouth.

"Here you go, bro! Your protein shot!" Tim said as he pumped his cock faster. "FUCK!!! HERE... IT... COMES!!!!!!!"

Tim's entire body was trembling as he shot his nerd juice into the bodybuilder's mouth. It was the biggest orgasm he's ever had. Tim's cock was pulsing non-stop as he shot more and more of his warm thick protein juice.

After he was done, his big bro pulled away. He could feel a drop of his cum dripping from the side of his big bro's mouth, but he quickly brushed it with his thumb before sucking it up.

"Wow, bro! That was a lot of protein! This way definitely better!"

Tim said nothing and collapsed into the dining chair beside him.

He can't wait for tomorrow night already.

[noro-noro-noro]

in my dream I was going to some kind of amusement park at the top of a mountain with my(?) family & one of my friends was there. our hotel room was a dusty old attic that had some working furniture. I was really tired when I got there so I got settled on a couch and tried to go to sleep. my little cousins wanted to do the rides immediately & my friend was like "ok I'm gonna go to the GYM I am going to get SWOLE I will lift 200 lb weight 90 reps bro fr" . then I fell asleep in the dream & imagined my friend super huge muscle man.

there was this little in-between bit where I apparently commissioned someone on twitter for $25 of my Baldurs Gate 3 character (i am not interested in playing bg3) & my character had like blue/gray hair. for some reason the person drew her with white hair and really old & I was like ??? & showed my sister who agreed it was weird. so I was like um . sorry to bother but she is not that old & as I was typing ->

something happened where somebody else, an older man who was a painter or photographer, fell off the roof in slow motion. there was a messy kid he was looking after with shaggy hair maybe age 9 & that kid managed to run down the stairs & break the first guy's fall. first guy still landed kind of badly.

he woke up "a month" later. the kid was now a laid back teen, with even messier hair than before. it was moreod a beachside middle of nowhere town, but it was full of people. i/old man wanted to leave. but we couldn't. why couldn't we? well, it just wouldn't work. there was mostly teens in this place, & some kind of weird hierarchy & factions & rationed resources. it was a bit of a mess. there were beacons of green light - one was working & one wasn't. they would summon some kind of alien event enemy, so nobody wanted them on, but I wanted to go home. the way out was through.

i found my room in my mom's house. mostly untouched by the people since there were no useful supplies in there, just clothes that didn't fit anymore. i knew why to do thought & enabled the "outside lights" as a prelude to lighting the second beacon. they didn't last long & their batteries were fucked up & ruined , but it got the point across. then I crossed to the other side of the house. the shaggy kid from before was with me but really worriedly looking over his shoulder every couple of seconds. then the dude from the office what's his nuts Michael scort showed up and was like demanding I stop messing with the lights didn't i know what would HAPPEN who did I think I WAS to make this decision for everuone etc etc, but I attacked him & beat him unconscious. I just wanted to go home.

i found the generator and went back out. the people I'd convinced to my side were with me. the sky had green lights in it, & the ocean had green lights down in the depths. a big cyclone was brewing. you have to get to the eye of the storm no matter what, I told them, & I already knew most of them wouldn't be careful & die, but I wanted to go home. get me out

#dreams

[pricemarshfield]

a little evil

[Image ID: the shadow of a woman with devil horns against a wall, colorized red and with the text “a little evil” on it. End ID.] (Image Source: original source site no longer up (Potaca.com), found on Pinterest.)

Pairing: MC x Poppy

Rating: M for milder-than-canon-typical sexual content (minors still DNI).

Word Count: 4068.

Summary: A canon-ish imagining of right after the final scene of Queen B, or: resolved emotional tension for the Poppy route. Requested by anon.

Warnings: Second person POV, drinking (not to the point of getting drunk).

Created For: @anyfandomfluffbingo​, filling out the “I guess today’s my lucky day”, drinking buddies, and public sex squares.

Read on AO3 here or below the cut.

The day of graduation, you and Zoey move as fast as your six-inch heels will carry you on your way to the ceremony. "Would you slow down?" you say, eyes more on your own feet than on any of the big ceremony here for her (and the rest of the student body, of course). It doesn't help that her muscles still ache from a night spent with Poppy, and then from staying up just thinking about it.

Zoey looks back at you with a wide smile, somehow not missing a single step. "I can't, Mom's got me on a tight schedule. Graduate by noon, day drink at the afterparty until dusk, and then the tour bus leaves at midnight."

"Don't tell me she's coming on the road with you."

Zoey's eyes go wide in horror. "God, no. Bunk beds and crappy dive bar food with no one to talk to but each other sounds like the set up for an episode of Snapped. But now that she's taking me seriously, she's showing me the tricks of the trade. We're meeting up in LA to prep for some label meetings." She leads the way up the stands and makes a beeline for Felicity who has, surprise, surprise, managed to secure the entire front row for herself.

"You're late," Felicity says, not looking up from her pamphlet.

"That's on me, Momma Wade," you say with a charming smile, on the off-chance she does glance over. "After everything we've been through, I'm having a little trouble saying goodbye to this place."

"You get used to it," says a familiar voice from behind you, and you turn to see Luis and Hayley climbing the bleacher steps. "Plus you get one hell of a reunion when you come back. I've only been gone a year, and my Alpha bros went nuts!"

With the same ditzy smile as her sister, Hayley adds, "OMG, I can't wait! Ohio still has no idea I'm here."

Zoey blinks rapidly a couple times, looking puzzled. "Wait...Hayley, if you graduated last year, shouldn't Ohio have graduated too?"

"People think that all the time, but I'm actually one minute older, so I get to do things one whole year before her."

That gets Felicity to look up at them at last. "Oh, honey. That is not how that works..."

"Maybe I could be of some assistance. After all, in another life, I was a professor."

"Ina!" Looking over your shoulder at the familiar voice, you see Ina following Luis and Hayley up the steps. "What're you doing here?"

Your old professor smiles, looking more relaxed than she has in months. "Celebrating the end of an era. The day that my students embark upon the world was always one of my favorites. Congratulations to you both."

"We won't be embarking on anything if they start without us. C'mon!"

Zoey hurries you down to the field, and before you split up to go to your seats, you give her a hug on the sidelines. "The next time I see you, we'll officially be one degree hotter."

"Like we need it," she says, beaming.

As you settle into your seat near the rest of the H's, Steinhelm takes the podium, looking every bit of 'let's get this over with'. With all the razzle dazzle of a kid's birthday party magician, she whips out her cue cards and starts to read verbatim. "'Graduates and honored guests, we've gathered here to celebrate the outgoing class of 2021--'"

Ford starts off the chaos, screaming, "Momma, we made it!"

All around you, the graduates start to cheer, and from the stands, you see Luis and some of the other returning Alphas raise their shirts to show 'GRADATES' spelled across their chests.

"That's not even spelled right!" Steinhelm says, mouth falling open in shock, somehow? This isn't even gonna be the worst thing to happen today, guaranteed.

Luis yells to the stage over the noise of the crowd. "Tripp's flight got cancelled. He was the 'U'."

Steinhelm's fingers blanch as they grip the sides of the podium, and you hear her heave a heavy sigh. In a quiet voice that still gets picked up by the mic, she says, "Stick to the script, Marguerite. It's almost over. Ahem. 'This year's crop of graduates are some of the brightest, most amazing trailblazers--'"

"Byew byew byew!" Carter yells, clearly having the time of his life.

You're hardly going to pass up an opportunity to let loose before college ends, so you join in with a loud whoop.

"That's it!" Steinhelm balls up her cue cards and throws them in the crowd, hitting Clint Burton in the face, full-force.

"Ow, my eye!"

"You wanna know the truth? I hated every second of this year! Namely because I was undermined at every turn! I cancelled the Person to Watch Award and shut down that awful blog...seconds later, it was back and worse than ever!"

Chloe raises her hand, as though there's the slightest chance of her being called on, and then starts talking anyway. "Okay, but, like, without The T, how else were we supposed to know who we're better than?"

Ignoring her, Steinhelm continues, "I banned parties, and the Alphas threw the biggest rager Belvoire's ever seen--"

"Oh, BTDubs, I talked to the national chapter, greased a few palms, and they told me to tell you...'suck it'," Liam says, trademark smarmy grin on his face.

The brothers whoop and cheer, and you watch as Steinhelm's existential crisis sets in. "I give up. You're all just a bunch of spoiled brats that are going to make the world a worse place...and the only saving grace is that I'll be dead long before any of you affect the world in any meaningful way. Now, in an effort to get you off of my campus as quickly as possible, allow me to introduce the student you voted as class speaker..." She rips open an envelope perched on the podium with the soulless, glazed-over gaze of a woman who got into education to make a difference. "And...of course, it's Bea Hughes."

Sweet.

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as she sulks over to the chair waiting for her on the stage, and you make your way to the podium. "You all voted for little ol' me? Oh, you shouldn't have!"

Poppy jumps up from her seat and storms the stage, ripping the mic away from you. "We didn't. This 'vote' was faker than Ohio's bottom lip!"

"Well, I did," Carter says with a smile. "Bea killed it this year!"

Emi sits up to her full height to be seen over the rest of the crowd. "I voted for Bea too! She always knows what to say to soothe the savage beast within!"

"And who the eff are you?" Poppy hisses, nostrils flaring.

"...Emi Less? We had Stats together, and you told me to calculate the odds of you remembering my name?" She frowns. "...they weren't very high."

Erik interrupts her. "Bea! Bea! Bea!"

The chant slowly picks up speed until the entire crowd is cheering for you to take the stage. And you can't let your adoring audience down, now can you? "Sorry, Pop. The people have spoken." You grab hold of the mic and then give Poppy a shove before you can think too much about it, sending her over the stage's edge and right into Clint Burton's lap.

"Ah, my nuts!"

Jeez, overshare, much? You wait for the crowd to settle before looking out at the sea of your peers. "I've spent most of this year hunting down haters and making them own up to why they didn't like me. Most of them were full of it...but after hearing their stories, I can't think of a better way to end my time here than by telling my side of things. Without a doubt, Belvoire introduced me to some of the worst people I've ever met."

Your eyes flick to Poppy, almost involuntarily, thinking back to your first meeting. First and last memory of Belvoire, indeed.

"But it also introduced me to some of the best." You smile at Zoey, who waves a hand like you're in The Princess Diaries at the crowd who turn to stare at her and get a picture for their Picta. "My first days on campus were practically perfect. I mean...who else can say they've danced with Jaylen Riaz and watched Poppy throw a hate-fueled tantrum?"

"I forgot about that! She was all--" Liam rushes into the aisle so everyone can see before throwing on his best scrunched-up Poppy face, taking his voice up an octave, and stomping his foot. "'No. No! Everyone, shut up! This is all some sick joke!'"

Carter's laughing a little too much to make his impression of himself convincing, but it's so charming, you're sure no one cares. "Hey, 'babe'! Did you like the performance? I really worked on my dancing--"

"'How dare you help her, you stupid, ugly, pathetic idiot! We're officially over!'"

Poppy's pushed herself off of Clint by now, and her face is flushed red with rage. "One more word, and you'll sound like that permanently, Gill."

"I even bonded with woman's best friend..." You open your purse, and Cutiepie pops his head out, eyes wide at the attention. He barks once, and the crowd melts.

"He's so cute!" Abigail coos, finally showing something other than love of all things gothic.

"But the longer I spent on campus, the more immersed I got in the inner workings of Belvoire. The takedowns and overzealous fans...no matter what came my way, I rose to every challenge." You pause, wondering whether you should mention the gala...but nothing that happened there was fun, not really, so you skip to the good part. "Not to mention when I kicked Poppy's ass and introduced her to the family of algae growing at the bottom of the fountain.

Trixie's mouth drops open. "Damn...I always knew Helena was a savage."

"Now that I think about it, this is the first year where there hasn't been a Person to Watch Award in the school's history..."

Steinhelm brightens at that. "That's right! Maybe I did manage to do some good this year--"

"Soooo I'll take it upon myself to crown one and continue this great tradition!"

"Never mind."

While Steinhelm silently has an aneurysm, you detach the mic from the podium and observe the crowd. Not like you need to; there's only one person here you'd even consider giving this to. "I personally award the Person to Watch Award to Zoey Wade! She's about to take the world by storm, and in ten years, you're all gonna be telling people how you went to school with the Zoey Wade!"

The crowd cheers again as Zoey beams and basks in the well-deserved attention. "Oh, stahp."

"This year has been one for the books. I ruled over you as your first new queen since the beginning of Poppy's reign...which Poppy responded to by going into literal mourning."

"I had that dress burned the second she took it off," Veronica says, mostly directed at her livestream but loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're all welcome."

"And I've done everything I could've hoped to secure my throne, including banishing a less-than-loyal subject..." Your eyes flash over to Michael's empty chair. Rest in pieces, creep. "Making famous allies and putting fake allies in their place." For just a moment, you get stuck on thinking about cherry-bloody Poppy, but you brush past it. "I got in touch with my roots, unveiled the coward cosplaying as the fox in my henhouse, and showed everyone that if you're coming for the queen, you'd better not miss."

"Bro..." Ford says, looking up at you adoringly, which is only like...60% weird. "Bea saved me from the ultimate embarrassment. For real, we all need to bow down."

"Not to mention that hog wrestling thing was kinda hot."

Uh, good to know Carter's into country girls. You'll have to introduce him to some of your cousins who aren't gay. Anyway, back to the speech; it's your moment, hello? "Every incredible moment was all thanks to the fans that believed in me, voted for me, and semi-stalked my every move. But now it's time to move on to my next epic adventure, starting with launching my own company! It's time to take the skills I've learned in managing my own image and expand on a global scale."

"Would you wrap it up, Farmsville?" Poppy says, studying her nails with a poorly-feigned nonchalance. "I'd like to graduate before the school year starts again."

You roll your eyes and head to the edge of the stage to look at your adoring public one last time. "It was a wild ride going from the rolling plains of Farmsville to here, and I'm going to miss each and every one of you--"

"Me too?" Crispin asks.

Barf. "Like I said, I'm going to miss almost each and every one of you...but the person I'm going to miss the most is Poppy Min-Sinclair." Here goes nothing. Or everything. Your heart's in your throat but you've come this far, gotta see it through. "And I know she'll miss me too."

A gasp goes up from the crowd, and as you leave the stage to make your way to where Poppy stands fuming, every eye on the field lands on you two. Her teeth clench as she growls out, "Take it back, right now, Farmsville."

Oof, that's gonna hurt when the adrenaline stops pumping long enough for you to process it. In a low voice, just for her, you say, "No." Her eyes don't suddenly soften, her scowl doesn't slip into a smile, but her expression shifts, still furious but--calculating, enough that you find the courage to continue. "After two years at each other's throats, there's just one thing I need to say, here and in front of everyone..." Deep breath. You've got this. "Poppy, it's always been you. From the moment you first insulted me on the quad, there's just been this spark between us."

"It's called loathing. If you bothered to visit a single English class this year, you'd know that."

Poppy doesn't break your gaze as she says it, though, and you're stupid enough to hope that means something.

"I loathe you too, Pop."

Before she can get another word in edgewise, you grip the back of her neck and pull her in, crushing your lips to hers and tangling your fingers in her hair with a passionate kiss. She bites your lip again, the same spot as last night. You're reluctant to pull away, but you do have to graduate, probably, so you do, hurrying back onstage before handing the mic back to Steinhelm with a smile.

"Alright, Dean Steinhelm, go ahead and take us out."

"If only..." She steps up to the podium and waves her hands over the crowd with all the energy of just a shell of a woman. "With the power vested in me by your tuition payments, I now pronounce you Belvoire's graduating class of 2021. Now get the hell off my campus before I call the cops."

Ford rips his shirt off. Chloe jumps up, locking her legs around Carter's waist, and maybe you'll have to rethink introducing him to your cousin. You bound down the stairs of the stage, leading the way to the afterparty to celebrate saying goodbye to Belvoire University one last time. That's the plan, anyway, until you feel a grip on your arm, tight enough to bruise, yanking you out of the party procession.

"Ow! Who the hell do you--"

"What the fuck was that about?"

Poppy's not madder than you've ever seen her; that still goes to confronting her about Art Nakamura in the fountain, with losing Apodeia at a not-so-close second. But she's pissed, eyes boring into you with such malice that a lesser woman would've shrunk back. You're kind of tempted yourself.

"Well? Your own self-importance got your tongue?"

"No," you snap. "Guys, go on ahead, we'll join you."

Zoey looks at you with such pity in her eyes, and you kind of want to flip her off, but you know it wouldn't be that satisfying, since she's definitely right to pity you. Also, Felicity might kill you, and you'd rather not take that chance. Carter looks like he wants to stay and see how the chaos plays out, Veronica's got her phone out and is not-so-subtly taking pictures, and even Ina's half-smiling.

But they leave eventually, leaving you and Poppy alone on the edge of the field, Steinhelm walking past you and refusing to look at either of you.

"I--"

The thing is, you have no idea what to say. That you didn't mean it? Too cowardly, not after you've gotten this far. That you said it to fuck with her? A lie, and one no one would believe. That you meant every word?

Terrifying. But you're not backing out in the final quarter, so you take a deep breath and say, "I said what I've wanted to for ages, Poppy."

Poppy hasn't let go of your arm this entire time, and a thrill runs through you when she only tightens her grip, shifting closer to you. "Why?"

"Huh? What do you mean, why?"

"Why did you want to say it?"

You roll your eyes and pull away. "Whatever. I'm not feeding your massive ego more than I already have. You have my number if you want to reach me and actually talk about us."

"There isn't an us!" Poppy calls after you, and you let it roll off your back with only a little misery.

The sound of heels on Belvoire's cobblestone pathways follows you. You refuse to look back, give her the satisfaction of knowing she gets to you (more than she already knows, anyway). She follows you all the way back to the party house, a place you're pretty sure Liam's renting as a way to apologize/grovel for forgiveness. Or bought, actually, knowing this crowd.

To his credit, the bouncer doesn't ask any questions, just steps aside and lets you both walk in. You make a beeline for the bar, feeling in your bones that you need a drink before you can even start to have this conversation. Poppy slips onto the stool next to you, staring at your face with an intensity that's unsettling, and a little exciting.

"Can I just get a beer?"

Poppy rolls her eyes. "Seriously? Has your taste not evolved at all?"

You turn to look at her fully for the first time since ignoring her. "What do you want?"

"For you to answer my question! And a pomegranate martini."

That does actually sound kind of good, but you keep your expression annoyed anyway. "Oh, goody, I guess today's my lucky day since you won't fuck off. Do you need me to pay? I know money's tight, and I'm nothing if not a good date."

"This isn't--" Poppy glowers at you, cutting herself off. "My question?" You blink at her, confused, and she makes a quiet, frustrated noise, grabs both your drinks, and drags you into another room under the eyes of literally everyone. Well, more like a closet, but it's big enough that you're not touching, though you're close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her. "Why did you say it?"

"I already told you, Poppy," you say, opening your beer and wishing you'd ordered something stronger. "I said what I've wanted to for awhile."

"So after you already beat me, you just--what, decided to confess you have feelings for me in front of the entire school?"

"What do you care?" you hiss. "We graduated. You don't have to see any of them ever again if you don't want to, so sorry if you're embarrassed, but--"

"I'm not embarrassed," Poppy says, getting further into your space, enough that your noses brush. "I'm mad. I don't need you trying to manipulate me for--what, every last bit of clout you'll get as the benevolent former Queen? Forgiving anyone, I see that you're playing right into your brand. Well, fuck you. I'm not going to be your pet project--"

"What the fuck? No, that's not--you think I'm trying to use you for my image?" 

It's not the dumbest thing you've ever heard Poppy say, but it's coming pretty goddamn close. You're not appearing like some angelic saint here; you're being honest with a group of people in a way that makes your heart race, makes you terrified, makes you want more than anything to have done this over a quiet night in. Except you were never going to, not with her. She wouldn't have listened to you.

Except that she's listening now.

"You're...not? No, that's bullshit. I know what I am, there's no way."

"It's not bullshit. Yeah, I know you're kind of a monster, but--"

"Rich and bitchy is your type?"

"But I care about you, asshole. Maybe I shouldn't! Hell, I know I shouldn't. But I do. And I'm not taking it back."

"You don't mean that. Really?"

Poppy seems genuinely confused, and the stupid, sentimental part of your heart (which is, to be honest, most of it) breaks at it. "Poppy, I like you, okay? Nothing more than that, no plots or schemes or anything. It's not--I'm sorry I did it like that, since you clearly--hated it, and me, but I just...it was stupid. I'm getting out of--"

"You mean that." She says it like she's just realizing it herself.

You sigh. "Yeah. Of course I do."

Before you can open the door, Poppy puts her hands on yours over the handle, shocking you into stillness. "Don't--give me a second to think."

"Don't give you a second to think?"

"You know what I meant, bitch." You do, and the insult's not said with her usual venom, so you wait for her, trying not to be obvious about the way you can't look away from her face, the little furrow between her eyebrows that means she's concentrating, the way her drink has oh-so-slightly stained her bottom lip, her fingers lacing through yours. "I'm not--used to that."

"To...?"

"To--people meaning what they say," Poppy says, and then rolls her eyes at nothing, glaring at you like you've done literally anything to piss her off. "When they say things like that. I don't..." She pauses, and you let her, much as you want to interrupt her and tell her you do mean it, you do, beg her to listen to you, to see you-- "I don't know what to do with that."

"What, and you think I do?" You laugh. "Poppy, my first and only other relationship ended because she moved out of town and just didn't tell me. And I was 14, so it barely counts. This is--terrifying. Not that you're--actually, no, you are terrifying. But you're good terrifying. This is...I feel like I'm going to fuck up and ruin things. I feel like I have." 

"You haven't," Poppy interrupts. "I'm not promising anything, but you haven't ruined it. Yet. I'm sure you can find a way."

"Oh, fuck you," you say, a little confused and a lot happy, and you pull her in. Poppy melts into it, softer than she has in any of your other trysts, arms winding around your neck. With her heels on to your sneakers, you're of a height to each other. It makes it easier to pull her in, hands on her hips. Poppy pulls back, though she doesn't stay gone for long, pressing quick, sweet kisses to the column of your throat, taking your breath away. "You do--ah--realize this door doesn't lock, right? Anyone could walk in?"

"Let them," Poppy says, voice low, sending a shiver up your spine. "You already told everyone something's happening. Show them how much you need me."

And she sounds, just a little, like she wants you to show her, too, so you grab her hand, press a quick kiss to her palm to watch her shiver, and bring it up your skirt. "I need you. Only you. Always been you, Poppy."

She kisses you again; you can feel her smiling into it. You can't help but smile back.

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-present day-

my name is Neptune Star Lewis and im about to tell y’all the story about how i found out that humans or “full humans” aren’t the only ones that inhabit earth. besides already being a believer in aliens thanks to the men in black movies, I always felt that there was something more out there, and i was right.



(time rewind 2018)

- neptunes pov-

i was home in the new apartment my cousin & i just moved to in Brooklyn NY

while putting boxes away , i was talking on the phone with my cousin Blaze who was at a 24 hour cvs a few blocks away picking up her prescription for an inhaler, she has asthma and was due for a refill. over the years we had some scares where she has had asthma attacks that were vary serious that resulted in her needing hospitalization from it. she’s my best cousin & friend we tell each other everything no matter what. i don’t ever have to question her loyalty, lets just say we go back like spinal cores and car seats. 

(Blaze pov)

aye tuney, (neptune’s nik name) i’m on my way back to the house now, ima hit up the corner store for some snacks do you want anything? nah im good on the junk food , but hurry yo ass up cuz I’m not putting all this stuff up by myself, my is back already starting to hurt. girl stop all that woofing, ill be home in 10-15 you big baby. ight bet….

my cousin Neptune seriously needs to take a chill pill once in a while, ever since i had my last asthma attack she’s been on my ass like stank on shit, i know she means well but damn she’s smothering me! i feel like i cant do nothing without letting her know first, she acts as if im a child. i guess that would come naturally for her being as though she’s 23 and im 19… but still she should cut me some slack. DING,DING…..diiiiing!

saved by the bell literally, i got a text from my best friend mikey,i met him 2 years ago after a potential alien invasion happened, and guess what, him and his brothers are the ones that stopped it! i know i know, hard to believe right? well not entirely. he and his 3 brothers are mutant turtles, there’s Leonardo he’s the oldest he has a more serious demeanor then its Rafael he’s all muscle and a complete jock, but he’s a sweetie pie at heart. then there’s Donatello he’s a real life genius, Albert Einstein? who det? Donatello’s intelligence is literally out of this world. and then theres my bestie Michelangelo who’s the baby out of brothers, he is emotionally intelligent, a sweet heart and will smash anyone in call of duty or mario smash bro’s. they are the most lovable selfish people i have ever met and i absolutely love them. themikester- hey blazey you wanna hang out for movie night? we got the movie aqua man. and we can order pizza & wings and i got your favorite ice cream. blaze- wassup Mikey, and thats sound good, but you know i gotta ask the warden for permission first, hopefully she gives me a pardon for tonight. themikster- damn she still ok your case huh?. blaze-yes and it’s driving me nuts,i feel like a caged bird sometimes man. themikster- well to be completely honest i can understand where she’s coming from, that last asthma attack had you in the hospital for 2 weeks, we were all so scared for you blazey! especially me. blaze- i know mikey and i get it,but tonight im busting out i don’t have any classes and im off for the weekend. so ima be there tonight! themikster- whoop whooop yess, ight call me when you’re ready tonight. blaze- ight bet

( back at the apartment)

come on tuney, ima grown ass woman, i am not a little girl anymore and i can take care of myself you know that!.

blaze, i know your grown its just i worry about you alot, im sorry if i come off like a nagging mom sometimes, but we all we got out here , so i cant help it. and you always running off to chill with these so called “friends” that i have yet to meet!! wasssup with that? we don’t keep secrets remember!!!

oh….ummm…well ummm…well when the time is right i’ll introduce you to them okay?

mmmmhhhmmm….i know you playing games , look i aint with all this secret, secret stuff ight!! your my family, my blood cousin, remember where your loyalty lies.

yea tuney, i understand no secrets…..… soooooo we cool?

like the other side of the pillow lazy….(blaze’s nik name) *laughing*

omg i hate when you call me that tuney….

bih do it look like i care? naaaah *laughing * well what time are you leaving? and are they going to bring you back home?

im leaving out at 10pm… oh…a-and i might spend the… n-night

WHAT!!…… *squints eyes* lazy, are you fucking him/them?

WHAT ? * look embarrassingly* no tuney were just friends thats it and thats all. dame!!

okay….okay, i believe you *laughing* i mean i had to ask, i haven’t seen you bring a man home at all, so i presume yo ass still a virgin, but i have noticed a difference in the way you walk them hips spreading girlfriend . well if your not fucking you definitely like or love someone….

ight,,,, ight this is getting uncomfortable…. a- and i dont like anyone.

whatever you say blaze *rolls eyes* you can deny it all you want, but i been there and done that, you got it bad cuzzo.

whatever tuney…..

even though i didn’t want to admit it, Neptune was right, im in love… not only am i in love, but its with my best friend mikey, i wanted to tell him for a while now but i didn’t wanna face possible rejection or ruin our friendship. i dont know what to do. *sigh*

(time jump10:15pm )

like clockwork Mikey and Raph met me at the man hole, 

wasssup little foot

hey raphie

why do you call me that,, you know i despise that name.

i know but i think its cute

really? well then in that case i’ll allow you, and only you to call me that…

cool, beans

hey mikster whats up

blazey, wasssup beautiful

*blushing* hi mickey

so you ready for tonight, ive been waiting to see this movie! im excited, are you?

hell yea i am

ight thing one and two, lets get outta here.

(raphs pov)

little foot is so into my brother mikey its so cute, and obvious but knowing the air head he is he probably doesn’t even realize it.

(Mikey pov)

blazey is so beautiful, her Hershey brown skin and ginger brown coily hair smells and looks so good. she’s my best friend and i love her, aww hell why am i fronting i got it bad for her, i have for a while now. SHIT

(back at the apartment)

a men in black marathon was on tonight, these was my favorite movies. i was cuddled up in my blankets on my king sized bed with some wine and popcorn. every time I watch these movies I can’t help but to think that there are aliens out here living among us or hybrid humans or something like that. I guess I’m somewhat of a conspiracy theorist, but to me i don’t need proof of their existence, i can feel it in my gut that it’s true. they are out there just living. sometimes i wonder am i one, or my cousin. ight tuney chill tf out *laughing to myself* speaking of , i told that heifer to call me when she gets to her bff house. * rolls eyes* let me call her

(blazes pov)

the move is like that, and the main character is definitely eye candy.

looking around me i notice all the boys are into the movie, raph is in the big recliner knitting what looks like another blanket, donnie, leo and ,my self are all on the couch, loe is stuffing his face with gummy bears and donnie is licking yet another pop tart. mikey was on the floor spread out on the bean bag drinking numerous sodas eating popcorn and M&Ms. and all i had was my favorite ice cream(strawberry shortcake)

about 30 minutes into the movie my phone starts ringing, startling everyone in the living room.

*simultaneous gasps*

sorry guys

no phones during the movie blaze, says leo

i know leo my bad, its my cousin

is everything okay?… donnie? says

yea i forgot to call her to let her know im ok

oh ok do you want us to pause the movie?, loe says 

nah, you guys continue ill be right back!

i step off and reluctantly answer,

yooo??

dont yo me ! i told yo black ass to call me when you got there!!

i know my bad i got carried away in the fun tuney dont trip.

mmhhhmmm… what you mean fun? i thought yall was just watching movies. you sure thats all you doin over there lazy?

yes tuney,we’re just chilling

yes ight well next time call me as soon as you get there.

bet.

as i was walking back to the living room i bumped into mikey

hey blazey you okay?

yea mikey im good

oh okay well the movie is getting good, so come on

o….okay right behind you.

(neptunes pov)

I honestly don’t know what to think about Blaze‘s so called friends. or the fact that I haven’t even met them yet or the fact that they’re all boys. god i hope my baby cousin ain’t on no freaky type shit like that, not that i would shame her if she was but gah lee, just the thought.well one of these days ima get to the bottom of it all, i mean why doesn’t she trust me enough to tell me about them? im honestly proud of myself for my self control because i could’ve followed her on numerous occasions to find answers, but if i did that she’d never let me forget it. and she is grown and is entitled to her privacy.

1 hour later

(blaze pov)

that movie was so good y’all i really enjoyed it.

yea it was cool. *yarns* well im pooped im goin to bed, goodnight everyone!

night leo

night brah

night

goodnight leo, guys im kinda tired to,

you can sleep in my room tonight little foot, i have to finish this blanket, then i’ll probably go workout

NO!!!…iii…i mean she can sleep in my room, i cleaned up and everything.

*collectively staring at mikey*

oooookay……anyways, guys the couch is fine, im not a guest anymore remember, im good.

if you say so. well ill be in my lab if you need me.

later little foot.

30 minutes later

as many blankets that i have on the couch it’s still kind of uncomfortable sometimes, maybe I should’ve took raphs offer to sleep in his bed instead. plus its cold out here to and a little creepy

i wonder if mikey is still awake?

welp lemme find out….

( mikey’s pov)

i cannot sleep, i just keep thinking about blazey.

she’s so beautiful and smart and down to hearth. she’s perfect to me

KNOCK Knock

mikey you up?

blazey?

yea?

come in!!!

sup,…..ummm.y…you okay

yea its just, well… its cold and creepy out there…….can i sleep with you please!!

*screams internally*

umm yeas sure, come one

thanks mikester

omg she’s smells so damn good, and she’s so warm. god help me

umm mikey?

yes?

are you okay you seem a little stiff?

*hell no, yo fine sexy chocolate ass is in my bed, wearing booty shorts and a tank top on. i can see the nipple piercings through the shirt. omg im gonna pass out*

oh yea im fine

well then come on, cuddle with me

*i hope little mikey doesn’t get up*

okay….sure

nuzzled under my neck lies the woman that i am head over hills for,

about 15 minutes later, she turns around and now her big bubble ass is  against dick. god help me

*lil mikey wants out!!!! *

*twitch, twitch*

i back up from her, and what does she do?

she backs that thang back up on me, and puts my hand over her stomach. this woman is trying to kill me!

*twitch twitch*

(blaze pov)

for some reason mikey is acting weird, this ain’t The first time I’ve slept in his bed. so im confused

i drift off to sleep,but after awhile i notice that mikey moved off and away from me, so i moved closer to him, my back to his chest and i pulled his arm over me. no sooner then i do that i feel too vary hard taps on my ass.

*i know that ain’t what i think it is*

um mikey

yes

you good

umm… y-yea im good

*tap tap*

mikey why are you touching my ass?

im sorry blazey, its my dick, when you leaned back on me you rubbed it. and i honestly cant help it

omg im sorry mikey i didn’t mean it ill go back on the couch.

NO PLEASE DONT GO!!!!!

okay i wont…are you okay mikey?

honestly no…n-no im not

what’s wrong, you know you can tell me anything

i know, blazey

so go ahead, im all ears

* unbeknownst to me this big star burst full of love was about to pour his heart out… to me!*

BLAZE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU ! and i have been for months now, since the first time I saw you I knew that I wanted you to be in my life whether it be friends or more.  you’re so smart,funny,kind the most importantly beautiful. and every time I see you my heart flutters. blazey you bring me to climax without sex..(2pac reference) and i love you with all my heart.

surprised at his words all my dumb ass i could say was….. woah… just woah. “really blaze”but i honestly felt the same way he did, but i didn’t get a chance to say my peace because i guess by my lack of words his confidence deteriorated & he started back tracking.

its stupid huh? to think that an ugly mutant like me would ever have a chance with a woman like you, im outtah here!!wha…. what are y….. mikey where are you going!!

away from here!!!!

MIKEY WAIT…. STOP!!!

ugh this man got me chasing him in the middle of the night

about five minutes later I come a section in the sewer where the guys used to play when they were younger. raph and donnie showed me this place a little while after ide met them, and as i walk a little further inside lo and behold there was my Mikey. as i approached him I noticed his face and eyes were puffy from crying. 

mikster…..i…umm…i need to say something

I already know what you’re going to say.

oh really…. well enlighten me please

yes,…..you’re gonna say “ I like you as a friend Mikey” “I would never be with an ugly monster like you” “i’d rather be with a human” “i wouldn’t be caught dead with a beat like you”

a bit annoyed at his remark, i sigh and cross my arms over my chest Mikey come on now, does that even sound like something I would say to you? thats not even my M.O

i… i don’t know blazey. im a bit emotional and confused right now

well listen up, kneeling in front of him i grab his hands and try to look him in his gorgeous sky blue eyes. but he won’t look at me at all. with a little more aggressiveness i grab his chin making him look at me. and repeat myself

i have something to say!!

*clears throat*

I LOVE YOU TO Michelangelo

he looks at me dead in my face and tears starts to form in his eyes when he says

you…you…love me?

of course i do , very much i said with a huge smile on my face. but no sooner did his tears come, they soon left his Face scrunched up in anger and he shouted at me….me!!

look ima a big boy you don’t have to pity me with lies okay!! i can take your rejection but the lying is to much for me

sitting there appalled I honestly don’t know if I wanna Kimbo slice his ass or bust out laughing at the false accusations he had of me. so me going on instinct i jump the gun and smash my lips ever so gently into his. he smelled of honey buns and tasted like milk chocolate.. gaaah leee what have i been missing. then out the cut all I feel are too big hands cuff my ass and give it a squeeze. & did i stop it???

hell tf no!!!

muttering through us kissing, all i hear is a hazy lustful mikey say, da….aamn blazeeey. i… i love you! ahh…an… deeet…..aaaass

HORNEY AINT EVEN THE WORD !

multiple parts are definitely in the works!!! i just had to get this off my mind before i forgot

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