#bouncy bouncy hammers

[phantomdoofer]

Slowly working my way through Antonblast (two bosses left). Finally getting used to the controls. Some of the levels are super fun.

Others... not so much.

Overall, I'm having...

a blast

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Darry is trying to hard to convert any of the gang to Beatles fans he has a DEEPLY specific n curated list of their singles that are less 'grandma rock' n he ALWAYS manages to sneak one in when they have music just playing in the background

[secret-sageent]

imagine Colin rolling up with one of these bitches

[sh4nksslvt]

Imagine Gear5!Luffy And normal luffy fighting over reader.......

wait! this is so smart! i like ur idea! dahaha

Double Trouble

When a freak accident splits Luffy into two, chaotic Gear 5 Luffy and sweet Normal Luffy — both versions hilariously compete for your heart, dragging the entire crew into the madness until everything returns to normal… mostly.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, love triangle(both are luffy lol)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It all started with a bang — literally.

One moment, you were helping Nami reorganize the treasure room. Next, the whole Thousand Sunny lurched with a loud BOOM, rattling the floorboards and sending gold coins scattering like fireworks.

"What now?" Nami groaned, hands on her hips.

You rushed topside with the others, weapons drawn or fists clenched — expecting an attack.

Instead, you got... two Luffys.

One perfectly normal, grinning Luffy. And one... not so normal.

The second Luffy floated lazily above the deck, hair glowing brilliant white, pupils swirling hypnotically, laughter bubbling from his lips like music.

"Y/N!!" both Luffys shouted at once when they saw you.

You took an instinctive step back.

"Nope," Zoro said immediately, reaching for his swords.

"Is it a mirror fruit?!" Usopp yelped.

"Did the Captain eat himself?!" Chopper wailed, clinging to Sanji's leg.

Robin tilted her head, studying the scene with polite interest. "Fascinating..."

Franky just laughed, "SUUUUPER confusing!"

"Focus!!" Jinbei barked, trying to corral the chaos.

But it was already too late. Both Luffys made a beeline for you, tripping over each other and crashing into your legs like toddlers desperate for attention.

Nami pressed two fingers to her temple. "I need a raise," she muttered.

You quickly learned that having two Luffys was both better and worse than you could imagine.

Better, because they were extra affectionate — offering you food, carrying your things, cheering whenever you smiled.

Worse, because they were in full competition mode.

Gear5!Luffy (as Chopper breathlessly called him) kept showing off — stretching his limbs into ridiculous cartoonish shapes, bouncing around like a rubber band on crack, pulling faces until you doubled over laughing.

"Look, Y/N!" he crowed one afternoon, turning his whole head into a massive heart, complete with a squeaky heartbeat sound.

Normal Luffy was no slouch either. He stuck to his strengths — stubbornness and sincerity.

"I don't need crazy powers," he told you solemnly, handing you a slightly squashed rice ball he'd made himself. "I'm already the best for Y/N!"

You bit into the rice ball, smiling despite yourself.

Meanwhile, the crew took sides — shamelessly.

"I bet the crazy one wins!" Franky announced loudly.

"No way," Sanji scoffed. "Y/N deserves normalcy."

"Technically," Robin mused, "both versions are Luffy."

"Yeah, but one’s glowing," Usopp said. "Glowing automatically makes you cooler."

Zoro snorted. "Idiots."

Brook just laughed. "Yohoho! Twice the Captain, twice the chaos!"

You wanted to protest — this isn’t a contest! — but then you’d look up and catch two sets of hopeful, sparkling eyes gazing at you, and the words would die on your tongue.

At first, it was cute.

They followed you everywhere — two shadows glued to your heels. They fought over who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to carry your stuff during island stops, who could make you laugh harder.

Gear5!Luffy once turned the entire galley into a giant bouncy castle trying to impress you. Sanji screamed for three hours cleaning it up.

Normal Luffy responded by dragging you up the mast one night, pointing proudly at the sea of stars and whispering, "I wanted you to see somethin' only I can reach."

You sat there, high above the world, heart hammering against your ribs, wondering how you were supposed to choose between them.

But the tipping point came one evening.

The crew was gathered on deck — a rare, peaceful moment under a pink-streaked sky. Dinner plates were scattered everywhere, Brook strumming a soft tune on his violin.

You leaned against the railing, smiling at the sight.

Then — disaster.

Gear5!Luffy and Normal Luffy both lunged at you at once, trying to hand you a flower they'd picked from a nearby island.

Their arms tangled. They tripped. And with a yelp, they toppled overboard — dragging you with them.

The splash was enormous.

You resurfaced, spluttering and coughing, the two Luffys flailing beside you.

"Y/N!! Are you okay?!" they shrieked in perfect unison.

From the deck, Sanji was screaming bloody murder.

"YOU IDIOTS!! YOU COULD'VE DROWNED THEM!!"

Chopper was already tossing a lifesaver. Usopp was sobbing dramatically. Zoro just sighed, clearly contemplating letting you all drown to solve the problem.

Somehow, you all clambered back aboard, dripping wet and exhausted.

You sat there, shivering slightly, as the two Luffys crowded you again, guilt written all over their faces.

"I’m sorry," Normal Luffy whispered.

"Me too," Gear5!Luffy mumbled, his glow dimming.

You sighed heavily, wringing out your clothes. "You guys can’t keep fighting over me. You’re the same person, you know?"

They blinked at you.

"You both care about me. I care about you too. But... not if you hurt each other."

The deck fell silent.

Then, very slowly, the two Luffys turned — and smacked their foreheads together in a show of stubborn apology.

Thump.

You couldn't help it — you burst out laughing.

The tension shattered instantly. The crew joined in, cheering and clapping, Brook playing a jaunty tune.

"Looks like the Captain(s) learned their lesson," Robin said, smiling.

"Finally," Jinbei rumbled, folding his arms.

"Can we have just one Luffy now?" Nami pleaded.

You grinned, ruffling both Luffys' wet hair. "I'll take both for now."

They beamed at you — two idiots, one heart.

That night, you fell asleep curled between them on the deck, watching the stars wheel overhead.

For the first time in days, everything felt peaceful again.

You woke to soft snoring against your shoulder.

Blinking sleepily, you sat up — and found just one Luffy curled against you, straw hat sliding down to cover his eyes.

His hair was black again.

No swirling pupils. No crazy glow.

Just your Luffy.

You stared at him for a long moment, heart pounding in your chest.

The rest of the crew was stirring around the deck, yawning and stretching.

"Looks like whatever split him wore off overnight," Chopper said, checking Luffy’s vitals. "His heartbeat’s normal again."

"Amen," Sanji muttered, dragging a broom across the ruined galley.

Zoro shot you a sidelong look. "Guess you don’t have to choose anymore, huh?"

You smiled softly, brushing Luffy’s hair back from his forehead.

"No," you murmured, "I already chose."

Because whether he was wild or serious, glowing or not — he was still Luffy.

Yours.

Always.

And even if he didn’t remember everything that happened while split... The way he instinctively curled closer to you in his sleep said enough.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Idiot," you whispered fondly. "I love you too."

The sun rose over the horizon, golden and bright, as the Thousand Sunny sailed on, carrying you, your crew, and the boy who had somehow, impossibly, stolen your heart twice over.

[narancia-answers]

YOUR NOT A DENTIST! GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS AWAY FROM MY SMITHYS TEETH 😭😭😭 ILL KILL YOU

Guess who is fucking sick. Me. I have some disease. Don’t bother me while I get better.

[tux1i]

Oof rip quality, jusaa click the pic to make it good noice quality which idk why my quality goes wack

If he was in game, yeah his sprite would be either have this more space to show in the dialog story, A lovable guy that only cherish on person (that is you) and mostly uses Shadow Milk Cookie as his punching bag (if any case If Shadow Milk Cookie tries to raid the kingdom)

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• His limbs are all stretchy not that hard tough crispy cookie kind of texture. He has that those dough cookie (that are edible) and how it makes him that stretchy. His easily to melt and well freeze, but though freezing him is what makes him an actually tough cookie but yknow not crispy. Just hard cookie texture. If a sharp object inject or stab, it felt nothing to him or makes this hole in his dough to avoid it. Pretty much OP if his dealing with a beast cookie. His flexible and stretchy ofc. But it doesn't mean his that OP, of course he can crumbled someways.

• If his actually facing his counter part (Shadow Milk Cookie) he will absolutely destroy him legit. He really does not like Shadow Milk Cookie. For a reason (which is unknown for now). And if any case scenario if Shadow milk Cookie attempts to raid Caprice's kingdom (mostly your kingdom that Caprice is currently living in) Then of course, easy one on one battle for Caprice and Shadow Milk Cookie.

● His weapon is a hammer, yknow like Amy rose. But the handle part of the hammer is this flimsy like not stiff how it can bend. And it's Hella huge compare to Shadow Milk Cookie's tiny staff of his.

• His boing boing bouncy, can jump real high lol

□ Tbh The black dots on his hair sorta fits him, lady bug like with those two piece of hair he has as the antennas lol. Even there was this concept that his beast form is either a Ladybug or a..firebug? And it was supposed to be. .like this protection kind of symbol how his basically protecting the kingdom (which is yours) but he I remember his not a beast, his a special type of cookie so sadly scrap that idea.

□ Another scrap is that he can clone himself, how his so stretchy and able to heal himself. He can just grab a chunk of himself of his dough and using his own magic to clone himself a mini version of him. Or even a clone of him of the same size as him. But I scrap that idea how I'm not sure about that idea.

☆His class was either a assassin or magic (idk lol I sorta forget that I didn't play cookie run kingdom for weeks almost a month since I sorta lose interest playing it.)

♡ by his stretchy dough limb, he would absolutely help you whenever your in cramp schedule. Just stretch here or there to grab and give it to you.

♡ His pupils can change shape and show his energy, like If his pupil were have to his low batter typa display in his heart eye that would mean his low in energy and pretty much being lazy or tired. His only energy is by love and just fuels that energy from you. And he gets hyper from being overwhelmed by love from you. And he doesn't really require to eat (I think?) But if you do make meals or bake, I guess he will try to eat it, but it doesn't make him feel different like feeling full or feeling hungry. His built different for real

• Doesn't like Shadow Milk Cookie. Would throw him in the river

• The swirls are his blushing or embarrassed display, Rather then hue spread in a cookie's face. Just swirls appear and glows if his blushing, embarrassing or flattered.

• The amount of love letter he has for you. Just..tons... he just likes to write, or writing fanfics of you and him xdd also his allergic to flowers. So no flowers, if you don't like flowers then it's good for him since his allergic to any kind of flowers.

♤ Why does he has a love letter on his eye? From what I mention that the witch who created this cookies to life has a little young sister. And when making the creation of Caprice, she accidently knock out a love letter that is a decoration icing for cakes. And yeah.

♤ I forgot also why his head has a cracked part but must've been permanent from his backstory, reference how gems (Steven Universe) having to have a bad experience that cause that part of their body permanently. And it displays there forever.

□ Speaking of Love Letter in his eye, there is a concept of him losing his right eye. For...bad reasons. Or part of the story that I decided to not add it. That I go with the idea that is above this text.

♧ Fact that he can curl himself into a ball or well shape into an armadillo by using his hair. 👍

I sorta like this one, just the curious sprite but up side own

[silkliingerie]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Mohawk mark x f!reader ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

✉️ | MDNI! 18+

WARNINGS. female genitalia ノ thigh riding ノ orgasms ノ squirting ノoral fixations ノ teasing n dirty talk ノ finger sucking ノ twisted dynamic (can't write this man nicely) ノ degration ノ daddy kink ノ nicknames [bunny, baby, slut.] ノ Little bit of praise.

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Mark says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

The sounds of your whines and moans echoing in his throne room, Your heart hammering in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed in his hero suit. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, baby? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his suit. "So patheic."

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his suit stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good, you don't like it," mark interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The elastic skin tight fabric of his suit press against you smoothly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Mark smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my thighs, baby. I want everyone to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, "ffuckk thats it, good job." he lets out a gentle low groan, You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

Leaving a mess on his throne..

[starlightsuffered]

Hey love!! Could you write a smut where timothée cuts his hair and the reader hasn’t seen it, so he surprises her (they’re already dating) and it turns her on immensely and they have a fuck sesh all over their apartment (slightly dom tim, but very caring and attentive)

Hairstyle

Info - slightly dom Tim, praise, multi cum, different positions, biting, unprotected sex

He got in the apartment still in his costume. I’d been through the straggly wig of The King, the red streaks of Lee, and the bouncy curls of Wonka. Somehow, nothing had turned me on like this.

“Timothée,” I said in a small voice. He looked up at me. His cheeks turned red.

“Sorry I’m still in wardrobe,” he said, rubbing at the spot where they’d made his eyebrows almost connect.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

“What?” He asked.

“Fuck,” I said the first word as I perched on the counter.

“Me,” I continued as I spread my legs.

I knew I looked plain in comparison to him. I was in boy shorts and a sports bra. My hair was in a messy bun but his eyes darkened with lust regardless.

“Fuck, you drive me absolutely wild,” he growled.

His pants were pulled down just below his balls as if he couldn’t bare to undress further before having me. My underwear tore with his need.

Soon he was rutting into me. I loved the deep grunts that came from his soul. He always got so wild when I expressed need first. His fingers dug into my hips.

“Fuck baby girl, you have such a wet fuck hole,” his lewd tone made me ever wetter.

“You’re so fucking sexy with this hair, I don’t even want to touch it,” I moaned.

He was so deep I felt it in my stomach. He was pretty much growling at this point.

“Fucking wet good cock bait,” he gasped.

I kissed him hungrily. All my whimpers and whines were sucked down by his insatiable mouth. His member throbbed inside me. He didn’t even announce it, didn’t even warn me, and for some reason that made it hotter. He was spewing hot cum inside me. My walls were painted white.

“Gotta have you more,” he panted. He lifted me up. He bounced me up and down on his still rock hard dick. The wet slapping sounds made me cry out.

He made it to the couch, just hammering himself deeper. My sports bra was torn away. He drooled onto my hardened nipples like an animal. He was suckling them then. It wasn’t submissive in the least, but obsessive.

He nearly had my whole breast in his greedy mouth. I was so sensitive and I made the most desperate of noises. I arched into him as he bit the nipples and rolled them with his tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I wailed as Timothée angled another way. His dick reached my g spot over and over. I was dizzy and seeing stars.

“I’m gonna come!” I squealed and wrapped my legs around my boyfriend. His new moustache was tickling me in a way that made chills wash over me.

“Come baby girl, baptise my cock with your juices. You’re so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, you deserve it all,” he whispered.

His lips peppered my skin with love as I erupted. My slick washed over his dick. I squeezed him tightly as everything contracted and I forgot even what to say or do.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he soothed. His thrusts were sloppy and his grunts were consuming him. Soon he was also emptying myself inside me. He slammed so far that a sweet mixture of liquids splurted out between us.

He laid on my chest, heaving from his effort. However, suddenly, he was rolling us to the floor. He now was under me and using his new muscles to lift me up and down on his once again hardening in my cunt.

“Ride me,” he begged. “I need it again. I never get tired of you.”

“Fuck,” I moaned. I anchored my palms on his chest to lift my tired body up and down.

“I never get tired of you either, your my man.”

“Your man?” He asked cheekily as he massaged my ass.

“Always.”

“You’re my baby doll,” he purred.

“Fuck!” I barked as I picked up the pace.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker

[thefandomsfervent]

Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 8) - Burnt Sienna

Mostly reader and Jayce perspective today! Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3

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It had been a couple days since your accidental nap. When you had come back that first night Jayce made you explain “what the hell beetle juice” was to him for the two hours you had spent there. Viktor had already heard your explanation but he listened again anyway, nodding along. The two of them asking questions about the process and noting things down. Viktor had shown Jayce a passage he had noted, something about human nature. Apparently it led them to some potential new use for Hextech although you had no idea how it was all connected. They had thanked you for talking with them, and thrown themselves back at their work.

It was sweet that they cared about what you were doing. And it was so good to see them get over their slump. It inspired you to do the same.

You hadn’t been to your studio much in these past weeks. Or. At all, really. You had been at the Institute for years, your old studio had a chaos that you loved and knew. It wasn’t wrong to assume that you missed it, you did. But it was more like you were scared of the provided one. This new one was daunting. All white walls, glass tables, furniture sets that had never seen paint a day in their lives.

Was it nice? Yes. Was the frivolousness of how they provided you with everything just rubbing you the wrong way? Also yes. You had no doubts that once your assignment here was done that they would throw it all out, not even donate it. But you had work to do. And it was work you didn’t want to commandeer the lab for. Building and stretching canvas was a tough job, and one you got embarrassingly loud in. You had enough funds set aside to buy a pre-built canvas. And you absolutely had in the past. Yet this project just demanded a fresh start. You wanted to use every skill set in your arsenal. “I mean, this thing is going to be sitting in an actual art hall.” Once it was built you’d move it to the lab, somehow.

So when early morning came you loaded up your coin purse with assorted cogs and set to the markets. You'd left a note on the lab door, today would be the first day you wouldn't be in at all. A faint blue light under the door and an electric buzzing in the air told you that someone,  likely Viktor, was still working.

You needed wood, a new mallet, and nails. Lots of nails. The last two on the list you got pretty easily. A mallet you could get at almost any craft stall, the nails at the same place, but the wood? You were picky.

The frame needed to be big. The Academy and Institute had given you a set of dimensions to choose from and of course you had gone with the biggest one. 60in x 50in. You needed a wood that was soft enough that you wouldn't be hammering in nails all day, and that would keep the canvas taught but not so tight it was bouncy. You needed a wood that was strong enough it wouldn't bow under pressure from stretching, but also wouldn't collapse on itself after years of display either. Another thing is that whoever sold it to you needed to be willing to cut and deliver it. 

You're at a Café enjoying a drink and going over your notes. You've hit four carpentry stalls today, six if you're counting the two arbor stalls, and you're realizing no one is going to cut it for you and deliver it. It would have to be one or the other. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but couldn't if you wanted them today. You were impatient. The idea of scheduling a pickup sets a dull throbbing behind your eyes. Especially if that meant dealing with Enforcers. Adding a saw to your list, you decide to just bite the bullet. You'll go back to the second stall. That one had the widest selection of wood, and something tells you that if you bring the older lady at the counter a treat she may give you a discount. Plan made, now you just had to buy the wood and have it delivered in time for lunch. It'd give you time to do the math at the very least.

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Jayce is excited. He and Viktor have several new theories surrounding travel for Hextech. At the rate they were going they could present these to Heimerdinger by the end of the week for grants. He almost misses your note on his way in. The yank he gave the door makes the paper flutter.

"Best of luck in your studies ventures today,  I'll be on my own for a bit (maybe a couple days) putting together the canvas for the painting. If you guys need me for anything I'll be in my studio or my room.  Feel free to leave me a note back if you don't find me :D

P.S. if the pigment "beetle juice" looks FULLY dried please let me know!!

-y/n"

When he turns it over he sees that you've left instructions on how to find your studio and room. He didn't realize your writing was so emphatic. It makes him think of his own note taking, constantly scribbling out and pointing things in different directions to circle back on later. He tucks it in his pocket, he'll let Viktor see it later, after he's slept some. He's been as high strung as ever and Jayce wasn't sure what was going on. 

He takes a moment just to look at him. The fellow scientist was standing at a table, chalk in one hand, cane in the other. Viktor was making notes on the board, equations rubbed out and rewritten. His hair was tousled beyond belief. Jayce half wonders when he brushed it last. 

“Hey V.” He keeps his voice soft, slow. 

“Jayce, what do you think about these?” Waving his hand at the chalkboard, dust falling off his sleeve. Attention unwaveringly focused on the next correction he makes. 

“I think we can talk about them more later.” The wrong thing to say, apparently. Viktor doesn’t even turn to face him. His spine stiffens, finger tapping against the chalk. “After you’ve slept, is all.” He turns at that. A half-turn, that has his waist twisting, his face barely visible. Those amber eyes narrowed in annoyance, his nose scrunched, lips pursed. They were chapped. 

“You do not have time to review them now?” 

“I do, but if I do now we’ll get caught up and you won’t sleep.” Viktor faces him fully at that. Jayce does his best to hold his stance.

“Do you not want to get caught up with me?” He ignores the goosebumps on his arms at that. 

“Vik, please.” He gets a huff. “I’ll bring you a sweetmilk latte later if you go. 6 hours, you’ll be back here by noon and we can go over them then.” Viktor hums at that. He smiles. 

“5 hours.” He’s walking to the door, patting Jayce on the arm as he passes. “And one of those ginger crumbly things they sell too.” 

“If they have one, it's yours.”  Another hum, and the lab door is closing. 

“I’m working with a toddler that hates nap time.” Jayce is rubbing his face as he walks to the board. 

“That also expects results.” He’s pulling out his pen from his pocket, and he feels crinkling. Right. Your note. He pulls it out to look at it again. He should get you something too. It’s always Viktor bringing drinks and you bringing pastries. Smoothing out the paper, he makes a mental note to visit your studio soon. Maybe drag Viktor with him to get him out of the lab for more than just sleep. You’ve been watching them work for almost two months now, it only seems right to see what you get up to. 

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[elizaleclerc]

nobody else matters ❣️

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem mc driver teases charles when they sneak off during media day <3 (a little 18+)

author’s note: thx for the love on my first post! feel free to message me w ideas :)

song: les by childish gambino

word count: 1.5k

The blistering sun beat down on you like a relentless hammer, its rays penetrating even the thick driver suit that clung to your body. Every step felt like walking through molten lava as you made your way through the crowd of the Miami paddock. The heat was suffocating, but you knew it would only get worse once you were inside the cockpit of your car, racing at top speeds.

Adjusting the snug neck strap of your navy blue Red Bull suit, you took a moment to fluff out your hair and reapply some makeup to combat the sweat-inducing temperatures. It was media day, and there were endless photos and interviews to be taken throughout the circuit. Red Bull's social media manager was in charge of guiding both you and Max around to various games and activities designed to showcase not just your driving skills, but also your personality off the track. From trivia challenges to racing on bouncy balls, each game added its own layer of entertainment for fans and media alike. And between all the fun, there were also professional photoshoots scattered throughout the day, capturing every angle of you and Max in your sleek suits against the vibrant backdrop of the race track.

In the high-stakes world of Formula One racing, Red Bull's main rival was none other than the prestigious Ferrari team. But for Max, it wasn't just about winning on the track - he also harbored a deep hatred for their lead driver, Charles Leclerc. Little did Max know that you, his own teammate, had been carrying on a secret romance with Charles for months now. The thrill and danger of sneaking around in the paddock, hiding your love from the prying eyes of media and fellow drivers, only added to the passion between you and Charles. He consumed your every thought, igniting a fiery desire that burned hotter than the scorching Miami sun.

Charles had a way of affecting your mood, even when he wasn't physically present. Whenever you were apart, there was a subtle shift in the air, as if a piece of you was missing. As a popular driver, Charles was no stranger to media attention, and despite your best efforts to keep your relationship under wraps, rumors still swirled about the two of you being more than just colleagues. But it was no secret how your face lit up whenever he was near, and how his own expression mirrored yours. In each other's company, it was as if the world melted away and all that mattered was the connection between you. Charles had become your everything - always checking in on you before every race and worrying over even the smallest of crashes. You were each other's constant support and strength amidst the chaos of the racing world.

Despite the exhilaration of keeping your forbidden romance with a rival driver hidden from the public eye, Charles's contract with Ferrari was set to expire at the end of this season. This presented him with the opportunity to switch teams and potentially join you at Red Bull. You had pleaded with him multiple times, urging him to take Max's place so that the two of you could finally race together. But Charles was adamant about wanting you by his side at Ferrari, making it a constant battle between your conflicting desires. This impasse seemed never ending, both of you refusing to budge from your positions, determined to make the best decision for yourselves and your racing careers.

Beads of sweat lingered on your flushed forehead as you wrapped up another exhilarating game outdoors for the media with Max. Your body was craving for a break from the scorching heat, and so you decided to make your way back to your driver room in the paddock.

You unzipped your tight driver suit, feeling instant relief as the cool air hit your damp skin. The thin white fireproof fabric clung to your body and provided some much-needed respite from the intense heat. As you opened the door to your driver room, it swung shut behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and soft lips pressing against yours. Charles' skin was glistening with sweat under the dim light, but the fiery passion and love between the two of you set the room ablaze.

Every time his hands touched your skin, it felt like fire spreading through your veins. His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine as he whispered desperately, "God, I've missed you." You couldn't help but smile into his next kiss, knowing the effect you had on him.

"It's only been a few hours, darling" you teased, but secretly thrilled at his level of desire.

"You know I crave you all the time, mon amour," he murmured in a husky voice that made your whole body quiver with anticipation. As his hand trailed lower, you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused.

Charles noticed your heightened state and flashed a devilish grin. "How long is your break?" he asked mischievously.

You shook your head, trying to suppress a giggle. "No, we can't. Not here, are you insane?" But the thought of being caught only added to the thrill. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine giving in to such intense passion in the cramped quarters of your driver's room. And yet, the danger only fueled your desire. Outside, people were milling around the paddock, completely unaware of the fiery passion unfolding just feet away from them.

“Please, I need you,” he begged, his voice desperate and cracking. You couldn't resist the sight of him like this – tall and muscular with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes searched yours, pleading for you to fulfill his desires.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in closer, your own body buzzing with anticipation. “Oh baby,” you purred, running your fingers through his dark hair. “You know I can't resist when you beg like that.” Your hands trailed down his chest, undoing his driver's suit with practiced ease.

“Let me please you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. And without hesitation, Charles was putty in your hands.

You pressed against him, feeling the heat and power emanating from his body. Your lips found their way to his neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and gentle bites. With each one, his breath grew heavier and his grip on you tighter.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, finding him already hardened with need. He let out a low moan as your touch sent shivers down his spine. And as your fingers explored further down, he could barely contain himself – caught between wanting more and wanting to hold onto this moment forever.

You trailed your fingers along his length, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. Your lips brushed against his ear as you asked, "How does that feel, baby?" He responded with a low moan and you continued to palm him, relishing in the way he melted under your touch.

His head tilted back and you took advantage of the exposed skin on his neck, peppering it with kisses while your hand worked its magic. As his breathing became more erratic and you could tell he was close, you suddenly stopped.

"What- what are you doing?" He questioned, confusion evident in his voice.

A devilish grin spread across your face as you whispered in his ear, "Once you tell me you want to drive in navy blue, we can do things like this more often."

He pulled back, his intense gaze filled with passionate anger and desire. "Oh mon amour, we both know you look better in red," he growled lowly.

Your bodies were mere inches apart, the heat between you building into a fiery intensity. He leaned in to kiss you again, your movements seamlessly meshing together. As he pulled away, you couldn't help but notice that he was still visibly aroused in his suit.

"Sit here for a moment and compose yourself. Slip out without getting caught," you whispered teasingly, a sly smile on your lips. You quickly zipped up your own suit and left your driver's room.

Stepping back into the warm air outside, you took a deep breath and grabbed a water bottle to cool your racing heart. A sense of pride swelled within you as you walked away from Charles, leaving him hanging with unfulfilled desire.

Little did you know, as you returned to Max and Red Bull's social media manager to prepare for the upcoming photo ops, that a stray worker had captured Charles leaving your room on their phone camera...

[cherrylng]

The Black Parade interview - Gerard Way - My Chemical Romance [INROCK (January 2007)]

My Chemical Romance

Interview with Gerard explaining all the songs on ‘The Black Parade’.

Gerard Way / My Chemical Romance INTERVIEW & PHOTOS: P.G. BRUNELLI/INROCK

■ 「The End」 —This is a song that's the complete opposite of its title. It's the introduction to the album and the second track, ‘Dead!’ Gerard Way (vo.): Yes, it is. It's like a bullet was fired and the result was the next song. The reason why it's called ‘The End’ is because the protagonist of the album is in hospital and he's dying. That's why. When you're dying, whether it's from a death wish or a strong memory, you feel that death is coming for you, don't you? So for this character, who we call ‘the patient’… It could be me, it could be you, it could be anyone, not that it's anyone I know, but… the strong memory is when he was a child and his dad took him to a parade in a big city. So when death comes, it takes the form of a parade. And he goes on a journey, whether on his deathbed, or in a parade, or in his dreams, and he investigates his own life and meets strange characters. So ‘The End’ is when he's dying, and ‘Dead!’ is when he dies. Actually, we wrote the intro after ‘Dead!’ was finished. We wanted to start the album with something epic and dramatic. We wanted the listener to understand that a different journey was about to begin. And I wanted the listener to understand that they are part of the story. We didn't want to make any mistakes there… like there were little piano sounds or ambient sounds, and then the first real song would come in. We wanted to tell a clear story from the beginning. So when you hear this song, ‘Dead!’ starts right away.

■「Dead!」 Gerard: It's like a bouncy, hammering, social commentary on this person's life and the human condition. Some people realise that they're dead, but originally the lyrics were written from the point of view of a living person, saying, “You're dead, you're just living like you're dead”. It was actually about myself at first, with a certain sense of self-loathing. It's something that's always been present in our music…

■「This Is How I Disappear」 Gerard: This originally started out as a song about Harry Houdini (a Hungarian-born magician and escape artist from the early 20th century). The sound reminds me of the Rolling Stones' “Paint It Black”, and there's some Black Sabbath riffs in it. It's basically taking our old sound and pushing it to some limits. It's a song that says someone's leaving you, and it's again memories from past lives that lead to… (and he goes silent).

■「The Sharpest Lives」 Gerard: This song was also called ‘A Kiss Before She Goes’ for a little while, but we changed it back because it comes from a more important part of the song. It's a collection of very dark parts of his life. Like drugs, sleeping on the sofa, questioning things…

ーThere's nothing negative about sleeping on the sofa, is there? Gerard: You can question what you do before you sleep on the sofa and that's what I'm talking about. It's a song about someone reflecting on a rough, shaky part of their life. It's a very cliffhanger song.

ーDoes this song in a way relate to your break-up with your girlfriend earlier this year? Gerard: Yeah, I ended a relationship this year with someone I'd been seeing for a long time, and it really fucked me up. Because of the life I'm leading now, it's not working out with her… Because of the touring and all that. I can't have a normal life anymore, so we decided to break up. But it made me very withdrawn and isolated. All the self-loathing aspects of this record are based on this side of me and my experiences. It's another song that's very mean and on edge in sound. Originally we were trying to make this song with as few instruments as possible, so it was almost like electronic music. It was interesting in the sense that it was a departure from our own sound, but it didn't feel like enough of our own work. What's special about this band is that there are actually five of us and what each of us brings to a song, but it wasn't rock, and it didn't feel like it was us enough. We weren't afraid to depart from our own sound, but the problem was that it became too electronic.

■「Welcome To The Black Parade」 Gerard: I think this song's place on the album is far enough forward. Because this is where that character encounters the parade his father took him to. Sound-wise, it should have been earlier, but this song shows the risks we were starting to take musically and the new sounds we were discovering. There's a lot of Queen in this song. It contains everything we've ever wanted to explore, it's like a little epic.

ーSo this is the first single? Gerard: Yeah. There's only a handful of songs on the record that could have been the first single and not become statements. There were times early on when I thought ‘The Sharpest Lives’ would be good, but I felt that song wasn't strong enough to push the boundaries as a first single.

■ 「Teenagers」 Gerard: This song was almost taken off the album. The sound was very simple and it wasn't what we were used to. But then we thought, with lyrics as impactful as these, it had to sound as simple as this. It ended up being one of the most important songs on the album. It's about how teenagers today have kids and are made to believe that the only way to solve their problems is through violence. They are almost forced to be in their own groups and when they meet each other, they fight. They're on drugs to calm themselves down, they don't eat well, and they're promised a lot of things that never come true. By the time they've realised it, they've dropped out of high school and they're working at a gas station. It's a common problem, I grew up working class and I was one of those kids myself. I worked in a supermarket and Frank (Iero, g.) worked at a gas station.

ーIs that before you became an animator? Gerard: Yeah, I finally finished that gig (at the supermarket) to do what I really wanted to do. But I still felt unfulfilled. Because it felt like the world hadn't changed at all for me. But then 9/11, when the terrorist attacks happened, I decided to quit and do something completely different. This song is important because of what's being said in it.

ーWhat's your relationship with the dying man? Gerard: He's looking back on his life, including when he was a teenager. This isn't a song about anyone's life in particular. If he was looking back on his life, some might say ‘Teenagers’ should have come earlier on the album. In my mind, I have this vision of him meeting a lot of characters in a parade, and some of them are teenagers who committed suicide. He also meets soldiers from the First World War and their mothers, and he meets the devil in the form of two wolves. He meets so many different people that he can justify the inclusion of this song on the album. I can always picture him meeting those teenagers. No matter how hard a story or strong a message is put on the album, I think this song can be on it. If someone says this song doesn't belong, it doesn't matter. Because this song is so important for teenagers, that's why it's on the record. It's like the Beatles' “Sgt. Pepper's” (the fictional band of The Beatles) had a song on their album.

■「I Don't Love You」 Gerard: This was one of the earliest songs we wrote for the album. We wanted to have a Creedence Clearwater Revival vibe. Kind of like "Have You Ever Seen the Rain?". I wanted to make a classic song that would become a classic, so there are a lot of conventions in the chorus of that song. I can't remember the names, but there were a couple of bands from the ‘70s that did that, and we wanted to do it like them. In this one, he (the character) is looking back on a broken heart. One that he was allowed to escape.

■「House Of Wolves」 Gerard: This song was called ‘Sin Sin’ at one point. I wrote it to envision that character going to a rough club after he died. It was like a jazz club from hell. It's a song about damnation, about the price of sin. I envisioned that character obviously going to hell. There's a religious connotation to this song… and the whole album. ‘Mama’ is more about being brought up Catholic than it is about war. There's the farming and the choir boys in here, and I imagine that kind of stuff is kind of like the devil talking. The devil is manipulating religion for his own purposes. He's using symbolism to twist things. This song was definitely written from the devil's point of view.

■「Cancer」 —This is obviously a song about death, isn't it? Gerard: Yeah, exactly. It's one of the most important songs on the album. It's got a lot of different instruments in it. It's a very powerful song and it's called ‘Cancer’ for a reason. You could call it ‘The Hardest Part’, which is very close to the truth… Cancer is so ugly, it affects everyone, it's cruel, it's monstrous. It's like it eats people from the inside out… The lyrics of this song had to be easy to understand. Because this song is something that has to get everyone's attention.

■「Mama」 —The full title of this song is ‘Mama: We Are Going To Hell’, right? Gerard: It's just ‘Mama’ now.

—You said that this song is different from your previous sound, musically it's like a waltz or a mazurka (Polish folk dance). Gerard: Yeah. There's Russian folk music in it. It's a different approach, but we've also included some very traditional elements (folk parts) that we haven't tried before. There are some big choruses in it. We took this old folk music with a gypsy feel and somehow transformed it into rock music. We thought we had to try to make it work somehow, and if we could achieve that, it would be our new sound. The song is so intelligent, creative, and clever that if the song didn't fit the lyrics, it wouldn't sound like that. But the song had to be as smart as the lyrics, otherwise it wouldn't have been on the album.

■「Sleep」 Gerard: It's a song about a nightmare I had when I was in that house (the house where we first stayed). At the same time, it's also about that character. I could imagine him thinking about himself. It's a song about someone who has realised the monster inside him. It was inspired by my nightmares, so it's very close to my inner self. It's a really good song. I think it's almost epic, it's a rock song, like a movie soundtrack.

■「Disenchanted」 Gerard: This is one of our oldest songs. We've been playing it on the ‘Sweet Revenge’ tour for a while now. It's one of the ones we wrote really well and one of the melodies sounded like Wham!, but when I heard it, I had this image in my head of someone lying in a hospital bed watching shitty TV knowing they were going to die. This song is all about the irony and weirdness of that moment. It's like a cliffhanger ballad.

■「Famous Last Words」 Gerard: This is one of the key songs on the album.

—♪I am not afraid to walk this world alone♪ is a pretty amazing line. Gerard: Yes, it is. It's all about redemption and it's our final statement that we have to finish the album. We were going through a dark period, and this song was born from that. Originally we were going to end it with ‘Sleep’, but that would have been too dark. We put it here because we wanted the listener to finish the album with a sense of hope and redemption.

■「Blood」 (Hidden track). —It's a weird song, it's very fun, very cabaret-like… Gerard: Yeah, this is another song that's commenting on a lot of things. Itt's got a bit of a Queen selfish sound to it. There's a song on their album ‘A Night At The Opera’ called ‘Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon’, which is also a simple song musically, but lyrically very strong. The song mentions a lot about the blood we've dedicated to the album. It's like we're saying, “This is the whole human wreckage, we've given you this misery and we're going to leave you with this feeling”. It's like saying, “This was such a pain making this album, goodbye”.

—How much does ‘Teenagers’ reflect your own experience of being a drug addict until three years ago? Gerard: A whole lot. I remember going to high school on drugs all the time. I was a very cranky guy because I had a strong sense of resignation. I wasn't a troublemaker, I was just high on drugs at the back of the class. I wasn't interested in what I was learning or what was being taught. Because I was convinced that it wasn't really going to help me. I met some very ugly people in high school. They were pretty nasty to each other, and that's how I learnt that there is a hierarchy in the adult world. I think it's very important to learn that, so I'm going to send my kids to high school. Because they have to learn that. What they really learn is, “Okay, now I know what it's like to go out there and how rough the adult world can be.”

—How was it with your parents? I think you must have a better relationship with them now that you're off drugs. Gerard: I think most kids get along better with their parents when they are older. I got along well with my parents even then. I did my homework and I got B grades on average. They knew I was going to be an artist. I wasn't going to be an artist or a lawyer.

—Was rehabilitation (for drugs) hard? Gerard: No, it was the year of touring afterwards that was hard. But I had my bandmates to help me and I had a great therapist with me, so I was fine. I also had a manager who looked after me. It was easy to get clean (from drugs), but the pressure afterwards and the year of work was really hard.

Translator's Note: Well, haven't done a MCR interview translation for some time. For some reason, I'm on a roll in terms of scanning and translating stuff.

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[boy-gender]

Basics of Shaving

Someone on reddit was asking about how to start shaving as a trans man just growing in hair, and I thought- since it's summer- more people might need that info now, so I'll cross post it here!

Basic shaving tips below the cut:

So first things first, you have to decide- are you shaving because you want to get rid of the hair in that area permanently, or are you just shaving to shorten/tidy it but want to keep the hair?

If you're trying to permanently remove the hair from an area, shaving actually isnt your best move. When you shave you cut the hair mid-shaft but don't remove the root, and if you want to permanently remove hair, you gotta kill the root. Plucking removes the root, as does waxing, by ripping the root out. Lazer hair removal kills the roots by burning them away. Lazer hurts less than plucking or waxing but is more expensive.

If you want to keep the hair and are just tidying things up, here are some tips:

-Wet your razor and your face before you start, then apple a soap, shampoo, shaving cream, or shaving foam. Youre dragging a blade over your skin, so you need some lubrication to help not cut yourself. You shave while the soap is there, removing the soap as you go. Foam is easiest for this because you can see the areas you've gone over really well.

-Shaving removes the top layer of your skin also, and that layer helps keep moisture in. Every time you shave, you are losing moisture. Make sure to lotion or moisturize somehow BEFORE and AFTER you shave each time. This is what aftershave is for. Ideally you would do this daily, even when you arent going to shave that day. The more hydrated your skin is, the less likely you are to razor burn or to cut yourself. Bouncy hydrated skin is stronger than dry cracked skin.

-Go AGAINST the grain of the hair. Your hair usually grows in a downward direction, pointing at the floor. That means you start each stroke with your razor at the BOTTOM and then go UPWARDS. If you go the other way, with the grain, youre not really shaving so much as...petting your hair with a blade. You know how you only pet a cat in one direction? Its like that.

-Single blades disposable razors are cheapest, but the more blades you have, the better shave youll get. I prefer 3 or 4 blade disposable razors. Buy from the mens section- theyre cheaper than womens razors, even though theyre basically the same thing. Some razors have soap built into the razor itself. Thats good, but its NOT ENOUGH lubricant. You still need to add more soap/foam/cream when you shave.

-If your disposable razor tugs you, has rusty spots, or runs out of its little soap bar, throw it away. Using a dull or rusted razor makes you more likely to cut yourself or give yourself an infection. It is NOT WORTH IT to keep using an unsafe razor.

-If you dont like disposables, I would invest in a good rechargable electric mens razor. I cant recommend one unfortunately because I dont use this kind.

-If scented products irritate your skin, dont use a scented soap or aftershave. Use a "fragrance free" (not "unscented," they dont mean the same thing) soap, lotion, and deodorant. I like arm and hammer products for this.

-Always wash your razor after use to get the little hairs out of it. Dry it and then spray with isopropyl alcohol or even hand sanitizer to sanitize it. Keep it somewhere dry if possible, like in your bathroom cabinet, not in the shower, to prevent rusting.

-Be considerate to whoever you share a bathroom with. Try to put a piece of paper towel or a drain catch down so hair doesnt go down the drain, then throw the hair into the trash. Don't flush it, dont rinse it down if you can help it. Hair is bad for drains and pipes. Wipe up the sink or shower afterwards to not leave hair bits behind.

-If you cut yourself shaving, dont panic. Water makes blood expand, so being wet and getting cut often makes it look worse than it is. Take a clean damp cloth and pat the wound clear of soap. Take a paper towel or piece of gauze and apply pressure to the wound for a couple minutes until bleeding slows. Then apply an antibacterial ointment to a bandaid and put it on. If your razor still seems safe (not chipped or rusted) you can continue shaving the rest of the body part. Getting cut in one place doesnt necessarily mean youll cut yourself again.

-Gentle pressure, always. Gentle pressure and multiple passes over an area is better than one pass where youre pressing down really hard and gouge yourself.

-If you have areas where you want shorter hair but not to remove the hair (pubic mound for example), instead of shaving, trim with scissors. In the case of trimming you dont need the soap, but still take time to wash and sanitize your tools before and after. You aren't shaving away a layer of skin in this case so lotion is optional.

I hope I answered most basic shaving questions! Of you want to know anything specific, please feel free to ask, even if it sounds "obvious" or maybe TMI. I didnt have a male figure to teach me to shave, and I know a lot of trans dudes may also not have that older male teacher figure in their lives. We dudes gotta stick together and help where we can.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

happy new year {peter parker}

part one here

plot: after your ex peter leaves you a card on christmas, you go visit him.

character: peter parker x female character

note: i love emotional, touch starved peter parker

It had been almost a week since Peter had left the card on your fire escape and you'd not reached out in any way shape or form despite Peter's hopes and wishes. He took that as the final nail in the coffin. You had completely moved on so it was time he did too.

He had just finished his second patrol of the day and was coming back to Aunt May's for some lunch when his enhanced hearing could hear muffled voices and laughter coming from Aunt May's home. Someone else was here. Peter frowned. Aunt May hadn't mentioned anyone else coming over today. He shrugged it off, maybe just a neighbour coming to wish her a happy new year.

He pulled the mask off, shoving it into his hoodie's pocket - he liked doing his patrols with a hoodie and sweatpants over it to keep the winter chill of New York away - and opened the door. The voices were louder but still muffled, he couldn't tell who it was.

He dropped his backpack by the door and walked into the kitchen where the voices were coming from. Peter was expecting a neighbour - Mr Jenkins or Anita from across the street - he certainly hadn't been expecting the person who was sitting across the kitchen table from Aunt May.

It was you.

Everything seemed to stop, time slowed right down and all Peter could do was stare at you with an expression with resembled that of seeing a ghost. He was acutely aware of his heartbeat, hammering loudly in his chest, ears ringing as your head rose to look at him. Your smile faltered for the briefest of moments as Aunt May stood, re-introducing the two of you after all this time. Your lips moved but he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears.

It took a solid ten seconds for Peter to come back to reality. He opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. He hadn't prepared for this. He wasn't prepared to encounter you again. He thought that this chapter was done, closed and finished... But you were standing in his Aunt's kitchen.

"Hey, Peter," you said gently. God, he wanted to fall to his knees with the way you said his name. One word, two syllables and he would've killed for you if you asked him to.

Aunt May saw his surprise and half stepped in front of you, almost shielding him from you so that he could regain some form of composure, "(y/n) wasn't sure where your new apartment was, Peter, so she came here. She brought some delicious scones as a new year's gift." Her eyes were aglow with excitement, she had hoped the two of you would find your way back to each other and maybe this was that connection finally happening like it should've stayed.

"Uh," Peter nodded to his Aunt May, silently telling her that was he was okay and she moved out of the way. Peter took a deep breath. You looked perfect. He'd seen you a week ago, Christmas Eve, but right now it was like he was seeing you for the first time. Your hair was loose and bouncy, your cheeks slightly rosy from the winter chill, your eyes wide and smiling at him with a slightly unsure expression, "Hi." All it took was that one word and he saw you visibly relax, saw your shoulders fall and saw a flash of relief on your face.

Aunt May quickly thought of an excuse to leave and left the two of you in the kitchen with so much tension hanging in the air between the two of you, "How-"

"I'm sorry-" you blurted out.

Peter frowned, "What?"

"- for just showing up. I-I went to your apartment - your old apartment - the woman that lives there didn't have a forwarding address for you and she wasn't all very pleasant at all-" Peter smiled slightly at your nervous rambling, "-and I knew where Aunt May lived and I had to talk to you so I just came here. I didn't think to call because- I don't actually know. I-"

"Hey," his voice was so soft and gentle, "it's fine." There was a moment's pause and he continued, "I moved about six months ago. Needed a change." The apartment was full of the ghost of you. "Few blocks away from my old apartment. Nicer. Rent is horrendous though." This made you crack a smile.

Again, silence fell. It was awkward. You had come here prepared to tell him what you needed to tell him and now, standing in front of him... you were too scared. He looked good. Tired but good. He had grown his beard out which was nice, you always loved him with a beard. It suited him. His chocolate eyes were just as warm but there was a sadness surrounding him again, like when you first met him.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked quietly.

You nodded immediately, "Sounds good."

The snow fell slowly, floating down to the ground as you and Peter walked. Neither of you spoke but it was a little more comfortable being out in the open with the sounds of New York around the two of you.

Anxiously, your fingernails dug into your skin. Just tell him, (y/n). You came all this way to chicken out?! You took a breath but Peter beat you to the chase.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped by coming to your apartment," he said sincerely, "I-I know that's why you're here so scream at me if you want, I just... I deserve it." You frowned, confused, "Aunt May had told me she bumped into you and you were with someone and you were happy... I... I got jealous but I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Pete," you said with a shake of the head, "I mean, yeah, you overstepped the mark. It was completely and wildly inappropriate and almost kind of creepy?" You took a second to pick your words, "But you made me kind of snap out of the auto pilot mode I was in."

It was Peter's turn to be confused.

"Jasper... He was great. He's someone Rachel set me up with a few months ago and yeah, he was fun but..." He wasn't you, "it wasn't going to work out. We wanted different things."

You cleared your throat, refusing to look at him and instead looked away from him watching the snow fall, "Wait... you broke up?" You nodded, again not looking at Peter. Embers of hope began to burn a little brighter in his stomach, "Oh."

"He knew about you, you know," you said quietly and had Peter not had enhanced hearing he wouldn't have heard your next few sentences, "He knew he had no chance competing against you even though you weren't trying until last week. He knew that I still loved you."

Peter's face softened and he slowed down with you. He stretched his hand out to take yours but hesitated and his hand fell. For a moment, the two of you stood - you with your back turned and Peter with the most forlorn expression.

"I really tried to get over you, Pete. I really tried." You sniffed, wiping tears away before they could fall. You turned to him, seeing his own eyes welling with tears, "It wasn't your fault, Peter."

His head fell back onto his shoulders as he closed his eyes, tears mixing with wet snow as he exhaled a long breath. For over a year, he harboured the guilt of your accident. It was because of him; who he was. You got hurt and he hated himself for it.

Your hands clasped his cheeks and Peter gasped. He was so touch starved, he hadn't realised that another person hadn't touched him besides Aunt May in a year. You pulled his head away from the sky to look down at you, "You hear me?" You were crying, "What happened to me, it wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, Peter, I never have and I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you last year. I'm so sorry you've held onto this all this time."

He opened his eyes, staring at you again for what felt like the first time, "I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

"I know that," you let out a sob, "Peter, everything you've ever done is to protect me! Had it not been for you, I would've died. You webbed my wounds and took me hospital immediately, you saved me."

"But-"

"You saved me, Peter. None of it was your fault. I do not blame you. Please, please stop blaming yourself."

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, pulling him down so you could plant the kiss on him. Then one on his wet nose. Despite the cold, Peter's body was on fire at your touch. This was what he'd been craving for a full year. You.

"You better stop," his voice was thick, "cause if you let me kiss you, I'm never gonna let you go again."

You smiled widely, pressing your foreheads together, "I'm not gonna leave again so by all means..."

He didn't need to be told twice. His lips were on yours in a flash, hot and cold, melding together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He still tasted the same; chocolate, coffee and peppermint. His hands pulled you in, not hesitant anymore but confident and knowing. He pulled you flush against him as he kissed you, a hand weaving into your hair as the other wrapped around your back. God you missed him. And for a moment, just for a moment, everything in the world was good and everything was right.

What a way to start the year.

[the-perverse-library]

Ruby was certainly getting attention now that she had large tits, thick thighs, and a bouncy ass. All of team RWBY had bodies of bimbos now, something that Ruby's teammates were suspicious about. Ruby lied that it was due to some special cookies, but she wanted to keep the boombox a secret.

Ruby was flaunting and showing off her new assets so much that even Jaune was mesmerized, and Weiss was not happy about that. When she investigated her roommate's belongings she would find the boombox, only to be blindsided by large fat cheeks. Ruby had Weiss pinned down face down and ass up, their round bouncy cheeks pressed together.

"Sorry Weiss, but I can't have you stealing my boombox~"

"Yours?! Ugh! I knew you cheated to get so big! Stay away from Jaune!"

"I will, if you can beat me~"

Weiss was confused before Ruby would channel her aura to the boombox, the base kicking as the words played. Ruby was already dancing, possibly getting bigger and Weiss had no choice but to do battle with their fat asses. Cheeks will ripple, clap, crash and shake the foundation for who is the ultimate booty queen!

baby work baby twerk baby rock baby drop baby work baby twerk

you wiggle wop

baby drop baby work baby twerk baby rock baby drop

baby lemme see you wop

The dorm shook from the boombox's bass, and the thunderous clashes of Ruby and Weiss's fat asses hammered into one another. The music filled their bodies and minds as both Huntresses wanted to prove that they were the better bimbo and worthy of Jaune and his attention. They quickly began to outgrow their clothes as the boombox's power once more affected them both.

baby work baby twerk baby rock baby drop baby work baby twerk

"G-give up! D-daddy belongs to me!" Weiss squealed as she thundered her ass down onto Ruby, trying to use her stronger leg muscles and gargantuan ass to force Ruby onto her knees. "Daddy only needs one princess, and that's me!"

"N~not fair!!! Jaune was my bestie first, so we should be a couple!" Ruby argued back as she felt her body eagerly swell to try and match Weiss's obscene bimbo curves. "Y-you didn't even like him when you two met!"

you wiggle wop

Those words only seemed to incense Weiss as she planted her hands onto her knees and tried to bury Ruby beneath her ass as the residual dust in her body responded to her new growth. "You had your chance, and you wasted it! D-daddy is mine! MINE!!!" Just as she was about to win, Ruby pushed against her, causing her to stumble forward onto her knees.

"I will be the booty queen of this team and be Jaune's girlfriend!!!" Ruby shouted as she used her Semblance to keep Weiss beneath her as her ass grew rapidly. All sense of decency was gone from the reaper as her mind kept replaying the moment they caught Jaune and Pyrrha "training" Weiss, and how much she wanted to be in Weiss' place.

baby drop baby work baby twerk baby rock baby drop

baby lemme see you wop

The boombox wound down as the song finished, and the two Huntresses had become perfect mirrors of one another. All around them were the tattered remains of their clothes as they stared at one another, taking in their round, heavy tits, supple bellies, thick thighs, and unbelievably massive asses. Neither one wanted to back down, and a victor hadn't been decided, so that meant they'd have to have another dance-off. But before either of them could reach the boombox, a voice called out to them.

"Would you look at that? Our Angel went and made a friend." Jaune chuckled as he entered the dorm room, followed by Pyrrha.

"Indeed she did," Pyrrha nodded as she looked at Ruby with the eyes of a hungry wolf eyeing a lone, defenceless sheep.

"M-Mommy, Daddy." Weiss whimpered as she felt Jaune wrap his hands around her, squeezing her new tits gently as he groped at her ass. "I-I did exactly as you said! I-I stole the boombox from Goodwitch, and I made Ruby big, c-can I cum now? p-please!" She looked into Jaune's smouldering eyes as she felt his fingers slip from her nipples to her pussy, and felt him pinch her clit between his fingers and release a surge of aura. Weiss' world went white as she came. For the first time since being discovered by her team, Daddy had finally let her cum.

"Don't you want to feel like that?" Ruby heard Pyrrha whisper in her ear as she watched Weiss go limp in Jaune's arms as she gushed and squirted like crazy. "To able to feel a pleasure so intense that you just lose all control? Well, if you do, come to the gymnasium after dark with Weiss." Pyrrha kissed Ruby on the neck before spanking the reaper on the ass. "Jaune is more than enough to handle the two of you; come down to the gymnasium after dark, and we'll train you just as long and as hard as our Angel."

Ruby couldn't find her voice as her body felt like it was buzzing with pleasure, so she quickly nodded, earning herself another spank across her massive ass.

"Use your words, Cookie, want do you want from Mommy and Daddy?" Pyrrha pressed as she slipped two of her fingers into Ruby's pussy. "What is it you want from us?"

Ruby clung to Pyrrha as the Unbreakable Warrior turned her mind to mush. "I-I..." Ruby started, her voice uneven. "I want Mommy and Daddy to treat me like they treat Weiss!" Ruby screamed as she came all over Pyrrha's fingers.

"Then we'll see you tonight." Pyrrha cooed as she brought her hand up to Ruby's face and made the reaper suck her own juices off of Pyrrha's fingers.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Random interactions I imagine between characters from different series I like.

Homura Akemi teaching Amanda (Amanda the Adventurer) how to shoot a gun. Wooly randomly walks in and panics. Amanda accidentally shoots him and they just stare at Wooly bleeding out on the floor in complete stunned silence as Madoka or Mami freaks the flip out.

Amanda and Shiva would absolutely bake a pie together.

Frieren and Maomao have some tea together in silent mutual respect as the two best female protagonists of the fall 2023 season.

I genuinely fear what would happen if Princess Syalis taught her ways to anyone. Every character she interacts with would become 100 times more destructive, chaotic, and unable to be controlled. Literally every scenario I have ever imagined ever involving Syalis and another character I like devolves into complete chaos. Girl has too much "self care and war crimes" vibes to rub off on people.

Sana Kurata (Kodacha) and Amanda would be besties. They really would. Though I guess Wooly would be hiding and covering his ears in the corner from Sana's constant shouting (and rapping if you're a fan of the anime) and probably just trying not to get hit with a hammer or something.

Yashiro Nene would probably be a really good babysitter and take Amanda and Wooly, and Shiva, out for a picnic. I could imagine her and Wooly especially getting along well. Honestly she'd get along with most of them really well. Girl collects friends with serious emotional baggage like Pokémon cards or something.

I feel like Azusa (K-On) and Wooly would sit in the corner and just have a mutual nod of understanding as two people who just want things to stay on track.

Nina (girls band cry) would sit in the corner glaring at everybody (she just doesn't know anybody and doesn't know how to start a conversation). Yui Hirasawa (K-On) would come bounding up to her like her usual bouncy fashion and no matter how hard Nina tries there is no way she will not cave to Yui's cheerful smile power.

Speaking of Yui every character mentioned here is getting hugged every time Yui lays eyes on them whether they like it or not. Y'all can think up their reactions in the chat. (aka comments and reblogs)

Characters mentioned:

Homura Akemi - Madoka Magica

Amanda - Amanda the Adventurer

Wooly the sheep - Amanda the Adventurer

Madoka Kaname - Madoka Magica

Mami Tomoe - Madoka Magica

Shiva - The Girl From the Other Side

Frieren - Frieren beyond Journey's End

Maomao - The Apothecary Diaries

Princess Syalis - Sleepy Princess in the demon castle

Sana Kurata - Kodocha

Yashiro Nene - Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Azusa Nakano - K-On

Yui Hirasawa - K-On

Nina - Girls Band Cry

Yeah random thoughts I was having. If I come up with more I'll share if you all are interested.

[glorpin-maws]

…I see you got phighting on that list

Sitting down criss cross apple sauce.

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT PRETTY PLEASE

oh yes OH YES I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY PHIG.HTING VORE HEADCANONS…

I like when healers have healing stomachs, so med..kit noms his teammates to keep them safe from the other team ^_^ also… teal innards… but also.. I feel like ban..hammer would swallow med..kit or supports a lot to keep them safe !!

Ban..hammer is a BIG FAT pred. It’s written all over them.. Also his teeth are probably really cool. Underbite… Maw.. purple tongue..

The phighters have color coded stomachs to go with their horns!!

IM ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT HERE ARE SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS;

S//word; switch, leaning pred

Skat//eboard; Prey, super fast and hard to catch tho!

Bio//graft; robot tummy… pred..

Kat//ana; very calm pred. Noms people for protection cause he’s a tank!!

Ban//hammer; PRED PRED GRAAA..!!!!

Hyper//laser; prey tbh.. I don’t think they would wanna take off their helmet..

Ro//cket; prey .. gets nommed by swo//rd!! And possibly vice versa?

Sling/shot; SWITCH!! Kitty belly :3 They probably purrs when nomming someone ^_^

Shuri//ken; prey.. tastes like fish.. bleugh..

Sy//the; PREDD,,, her rattlesnake tail rattles when nomming… GUYS IK IM NOT ORIGINAL …

Med//kit; switch leaning pred, he noms ppl to heal :3

Sub//space; SWITCHY!!! His maw would look so cool trust me… nomming medkit, dealing poison damage just a bit! (NOT DIGESTION!!) But medkit would get used to it :3!!

Boom//box; GOES FERRALLL… PRED… his music is calming,, he hums to his stomach, rubbing and patting it :3

Vine//staff; prey,, absolutely,, she would find so much comfort being in a tummy, stress of healing everyone would just.. UGH!! yk?

Co//il; PREDDD , he can heal you when he’s on his healing coil, bouncy in his stomach when he has his gravity coil,, and plus, multicoloured belly!!

Thank you for listening to my ted talk!