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[bigification]

Careful What You Wish For - M2

The wind felt great on Nate's arms as he sped down the road on his motorcycle. It made him feel badass, swerving through traffic and pissing off other drivers.

He finally slowed down as he pulled into the parking lot in front of his gym. A man needs his workout, otherwise there wouldn't be much to show off while riding his bike. He parked and took his helmet off, ready for his daily workout.

Nate gave a charming smile to the man behind the front counter as he waltzed into the gym. He had a routine, always starting with the same machine. He saw it was free and took his shot to get on it. But just as he was about to get there, another man walked through him like he wasn't even there and took the machine. The man was tall with broad shoulders and biceps the size of melons. Nate's first instinct was to stand up for himself, but as his head turned up to look the other guy in the face, he backed down. The man had a buzz cut and a beard, and looked scary as hell. This was not worth it.

He swallowed his pride and decided to go back to the locker room and wait. It wasn't his proudest moment. He went back to his bag and sat down, but something was different. Someone has been in his bag. Nate opened it to see if anything had been taken, but it was the opposite. Someone had left a weird looking lamp in his bag. He pulled out the lamp to check it out but as soon as he touched it, a purple mist started to pour out of it. He looked around the locker room to see if anyone else was seeing it, but there was no one in the room. The mist swirled into a human-like figure that floated above him.

"I may grant you one wish." It whispered.

Nate just sat there in awe for a moment, unable to react. Then an idea popped into his head.

"I wish I was bigger." He said confidently. No more assholes will fuck with him now.

The mist started to circle him. It felt like a massage as the mist worked its magic on his body. His shoulders started to broaden and his traps grew thick. His biceps exploded with muscle, making him look like a body builder. His pecs thickened until they stretched his shirt to its maximum. He felt his perspective rise as his body grew taller and taller, leaving him at an intimidating 6"5. His hands and feet also grew significantly to match his new height.

The mist then receded back into the lamp. Nate sat in shock for a moment, thinking what happened was some sort of dream. But then he looked down and saw his massive biceps and juicy pecs. He got up and stumbled forward, taking a moment to adjust to his new height.

"Ha... Holy shit!" He said with a chuckle, "I'm huge."

He walked over to the closest mirror and started to flex, nearly ripping through the sleeves of his shirt. He ran back to his bag and took off his shirt. He confidently strutted back out to the gym, making sure to duck under the doorway. He made his way back to the machine he got kicked off of before, and it was empty again. He sat down in the machine, struggling to fit his large body comfortably. He saw the intimidating man across the room and flexed at him.

The man just responded with a confused look, as he could have sworn Nate was half that size just minutes earlier.

Nate set the weights much higher than usual and started his workout. About halfway through the set, he noticed a tingling feeling around his crotch. The same feeling his had felt in his upper body before. He looked down and saw that the purple mist was now circling around his crotch. The transformation wasn't over, there are more ways of being big after all.

Nate's legs buckled slightly as his dick started to grow. 6, 7, 8 inches long, a visible bulge began to form in his gym shorts. He made weird faces trying to hide the pleasure he was feeling. 9, 10, 11 inches, his dick started to slip down the side of his leg. He blushed as he tried to hide the obvious bulge running down the leg of his shorts. This was plenty big, he thought. 12, 13, 14 inches, it wasn't slowing down. It felt so good, but Nate started to panic as his dick was getting close to slipping under his shorts. It didn't help that he was starting to get hard. 15, 16 inches long and nearly as thick as a pop can, it finally stopped growing. He squeezed his legs together to hide the sable that was hiding in his shorts. This was not what he meant when he said 'big'.

He was distraught, but he continued his workout instead. After his set, he sat there for a moment, thinking about what he was going to do. He knew his dick would be impossible to hide when he got up. He thought that maybe he should just go home and buy looser clothes before he embarrassed himself. Though before he could build up the courage to get up, the purple mist returned. It swirled around his midsection and tickled his stomach. He naively thought that this might give him a six pack, but it was quite the opposite. Nate watched in horror as his stomach jiggled as far poured into it.

"What? No!" He cried out as he grabbed his chubby belly.

He got up and ran back to the locker room, hoping no one would see him like this. He ran past the mirror and saw as his beer belly bounced with every step. Even his pecs started to look a little softer. And the sharp V shape on hips was slowly getting replaced by soft love handles.

Nate threw on his shirt hoping it would fit, but it wouldn't get past his belly button. And he had to tuck his dick up into his waist band to stop it from hanging out of his shorts.

He held his bag to his stomach hoping it would hide his exposed belly and the large bulge in his shorts. Then walked as fast as he could out of the gym, hitting his head on every doorway. He made it out of the gym and to his motorcycle with only a few passing glances from other gym goers. He got on his motorcycle and had to sit back to leave room for his growing belly and his massive legs.

He hated how good the wind felt on his exposed belly. And he hated how much his body would jiggle every time he hit a bump.

Nate finally made it home and rushed inside. Finally he was safe from the prying eyes of others. Though he wasn't safe from his main issue, the mist still surrounded his midsection. He managed to find one of his dad's shirts that barely fit him. He couldn't believe he was the same size as his dad of all people. Granted he was now significantly taller than his dad, but there was no denying his belly was getting big enough to rival his father's.

He stood in front of the mirror for what felt like forever, analyzing his body. The undeniable gut that hung in front of him, and the soft moobs that sat on top of it. The double chin that was hiding under his beard. The pudgy fat that covered his thick arms. Even his hands and feet looked swollen. And that's not even considering the problem that is his cock. He pulled it out and saw as it hung nearly down to his knees, it would have gone past his knees if it weren't for the fact that his legs had increased significantly in length.

As he was sulking about his body, he remembered the lamp. It was what caused all these problems for him, maybe it could reverse them. He walked back to his bag and pulled it out.

"I wish to go back to the way I was before." He said into the lamp as he rubbed it.

The purple mist once again poured out of the lamp. This time it engulfed his entire body. He smiled, thinking it would cause all of his problems to go away.

His comfort quickly turned to regret as he felt his clothes begin to tighten around his body. If his gut wasn't bigger than his father's before, it sure was now. Surges of fat poured into Nate's gut, each one adding tens of pounds of fat into his belly. His father's shirt started to ride up above his gut as it began to hang over his waistline. He would never be able to see anything past his belly anymore. His body also began to stretch again, making his shirt ride up even more. The fat also thickened his sides, making his love handles stretch to his back and spill over his waistline. His pecs were on the edge of being considered moobs, but now it was undeniable. His pecs swelled until they started to sag over his gut and into his armpits.

"Please ...ugh.. stop." Nate begged. Barely able to get words out due to the sheer amount of pleasure his body is feeling.

Whatever muscle definition that was on his back quickly got replaced with soft rolls of fat. And you would never guess there was any muscle under the thick layer of fat that covered his arms. His ass was still perky with all of the muscle that laid underneath his fat, but that didn't last. His ass widened as it began to sag under its immense weight. It quickly filled out all the space in his pants and popped the button off of them. A large fat pad quickly engulfed part of his dick, making it appear a couple inches shorter than it was. Though his dick responded by growing a few more inches. 17, 18, 19, 20 inches long spilling past his knees.

His thighs started to balloon, making him have to spread his legs to even walk. And his legs also became longer, topping him out at a monstrous 7 feet tall.

Finally he felt his face begin to change. His chin became three soft chins that connected to his thick neck. Though they quickly got covered in a thick bushy beard. His face widened as his cheeks became round and chubby.

With that, the most finally dissipated. Leaving Nate as the big guy he always wanted to be. Although he is not very appreciative of this.

"What the fuck!" He yelled.

He looked down and all he could see were his fat man tits and his monstrous belly. Though based on how heavy he feels, the rest of him is probably not much smaller. He desperately tried to buckle up his pants, but couldn't. They snapped open every time, sending a shockwave through his blubber.

He gave up and started to waddle back to his bedroom. He stumbled at first getting used to the way his body weighs him down. His gut swung back and forth with each step. He sucked below his doorway and squeezed his fat ass through. Looks like he's gonna have to get his doorways adjusted.

He grabbed a large pair of jeans with some suspenders his father had left at his place. He had to pull hard to get the jeans on and they're not long enough, but they fit better than anything else he has. And he found a black shirt he was going to gift his dad for his birthday. It was bigger than the rest of his father's clothes because he was scared his father would outgrow them too quickly. Lucky for him that made them fit him better, though his gut still hung out the bottom of them.

"You know what, fuck this!" Nate yelled as he angrily waddled back to the lamp. "No more!" He cried out as he threw the lamp on the floor, making it shatter on impact.

The purple mist spread across the room. Nate tried to back away, but was not nearly fast enough. The mist entered through his ears and clouded his brain. His insecurities soon disappeared as his ego inflated. His worries about his hulking body turned to pride, he loved being the biggest man in the room and commanding attention from everyone.

Nate fought the feeling and managed to stumble away from the mist. He coughed as he squeezed into his bathroom and shut the door.

"Good thing I got away." Nate said in a shockingly deep voice. "What the hell?"

He walked in front of the mirror and jumped when he didn't recognize himself. He had gotten so old. His hair turned grey as his hairline receded. His big bushy beard turned white and the body turned salt and pepper. His skin wrinkled and formed sun damage from all the years in the sun.

"Wow I'm looking good, hehe." Nate gave out a hearty laugh, making his body jiggle. "But as much as I love showing off this tank, I should probably get me some clothes that fit. I outgrew my pops a long time ago, so his clothes just won't do." He said as he ordered 6XL clothes online.

[solarlunarsstuff]

hello 👀👀👀 may i request an alastor trying to woo lucifer's oldest daughter while the big boss of hell and charlie are watching 👀👀👀

thank you so much and have a wonderful day!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

YIPPEE !! A hazbin Hotel req ! I only watched around 4-5 episodes of the newest show so it might not be accurate ! Enjoy :) !

Alastor x Fem!Reader (FANFIC)

A/n: He might be a little bit obsessed with you, but don't worry, he'll make you quiet if he has to force it. (HUSKERDUST 4 LIFEEEEE)

TW: Fingering, READER IS A HOOKER !!!, semi-public, getting caught, his horn thingies grow, tongue fucking, getting eaten out, dry humping, pet names (slut, whore, baby, doll, ect), you look a little bit like Charlie, dirty talk, nipple play, messy make-outs, overestimating, and edging. Lmk if I missed anything ! 😙

Synopsis: Alastor, the 7'3 radio demon, the overlord of a lot of land in hell. Even though he's shown no sign of wanting to experience intimacy, he can change that rule...

The first daughter of the big boss of hell.

That was your title, ever since you were born. Later on though, you had gotten a little sister.

Charlie Morningstar.

She was a big ray of sunshine despite being born in this hellish place. You loved her, you really did.

The both of you nearly look the same. You did dye your hair to (F/c) so there is quite a difference. You're about 6'9, a few inches taller than her.

You also held that wicked smile from your father, typical.

Anyway, you were in the middle of cleaning your apartment when you heard a knock on your door and the sound of paper falling onto the floor.

You thought it was those stupid kids on floor 4 playing games again, but it wasn't. Turned out to be a letter, signed by... your younger sister?

Of course, having nothing else to do, you ripped it open with your nails and unfolded the neat paper.

It read,

'My dear sister, I know we don't talk much anymore, but I would love it if you paid a visit to the hotel! I also know you probably don't have a job, but dad wanted to see you too. He had just come to the hotel about an hour ago. He was basically pleading to see your pretty face again! So, please, think of this and get back to me as soon as possible.

XOXO, Charlie'

You always loved the way that she signed letters. She's been sending you letters with her sign off like that for years now.

Either way, you sat on your couch, contemplating if you should just go or not.

"Fuck it..." You thought out loud

Choosing something comfortable and not something you wore while hooking up.

Oh, right... You're a hooker. It's a job that's actually nicely paid, paid enough for food and your bills. That's it, that's what you were worried about.

What if one of your clients worked there? What of your dad and sister find out?

One client stood out to you though, what was his name? Did it start with an 'A'? Either way, he was one of those people who would choose a hooker and later on be actually interested.

You? Never, it would ruin your job reputation, not wanting to let your job go, you kindly refused, and he went on with his life.

Until you have gotten various notes from someone, some of them were wholesome? In a way, like, "I miss you" or "Just give me a chance".

Others... others were sort of... sexual... For example, "My cock aches for you" and they even sent a paper that had been covered in lipstick kisses.

But it wasn't lips. It was, uhm, you get the idea. He might have been a little bit crazy for you, but it stopped a couple of years ago.

Maybe he realized that I wasn't interested in something serious? You still thought about it as you took the taxi to the front street of the hotel.

You thanked the driver, but instead of him saying your welcome...

"How about I give you a ten? You know, for your pretty body?" He grinned

"No thanks, you don't seem like the type that I would bother with. Plus, that 10 won't even cover 20 minutes.." You snarled back

He whispered some slur under his breath but drove off anyway.

"People think they can just ask me for -" you stumbled back as you ran into something, more like someone...

Red vest, big deer ears, a staff...

'Oh shit..' You thought to yourself

Maybe he won't remember you?

"Back for round two, love?" He grinned maliciously

'God fucking dammit..' you looked up seeing that stupid radio demon overlord.

"No, I'm not, you sick fuck. I'm here to see my little sister.." You moved around him and continued to walk towards the hotel.

"Ahh, that's why I thought you looked familiar.." his voice had a hint of static to it.

You stayed silent and opened the doors, your sister turned around to see who it was.

"Alastor, I said that you -" she stopped once she saw you.

'That's what his name was...' You smiled a little at how your sister nearly knocked you over as she came and wrapped her arms around you.

"OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU CAMEE!!!" She jumped up and down while hugging the shit out of you.

"Hah, yep, it's me!" You awkwardly hugged her back, noticing your father talking to the other workers on the lobby couches.

Lucifer turned from the sound of your voice and did the same thing as Charlie.

"MY SWEET GIRL!" He squealed

"Hey, dad." I sighed as he also hugged me

Charlie's personality was mostly taken by your father's side while you to your mother's.

Not really knowing your mom, but you knew you had almost the same personality. The little family bonding was broken by the voice of presumed 'Alastor'.

"Y/n, was it? Pleasure to meet you!~" As if... This fucker is acting as if you've never met before.

"Right..." You went along with it, about to shake his hand, but almost forgot that he is an overlord of souls.

You just smiled lightly at him, seemed like it was the safest option.

[1 hour later]

Nifty was off somewhere cleaning, Angeldust was flirting with Husk, Lucifer and Charlie were laughing at something stupid. And you, you were just sitting on the end of the couch, sipping on your (F/d).

Everything was going lovely until you heard a little bit of static start to form behind you. Everybody else didn't seem to notice, but you did. While turning around, you saw that dumb fucks face.

"Darling, tell me.. Do you like me for the money? Or for how your pretty walls wrapped around my d-" you instantly cut him off, not wanting anybody to hear.

"Shut the fuck up..." You glared at him

He smuggly smiled and sat next to you, squishing you between the armrest and him.

"Could you move-" Your voice stopped in your throat when his hand landed on your thigh.

Alastor kept his hand there, slightly rubbing his hand closer to your cunt.

He paid no mind to your silent pleas. Instead, he started talking with Husk and Angeldust. Thank the gods you were in a blindspot, or everybody would've seen Alastor touching you up.

His hand swiftly slipped into your shorts, rubbing your dampened panties from the outside.

You started to softly buck your hips into his fingers, wanting to gain friction. As if it was obvious, he stopped, grinning from you silently whining.

"Are you okay?" Your father, Lucifer, asked. He noticed how you were twitching.

"Mhm!" Was all you could muster as Alastor started to pump his fingers again.

Your arm flared out, gripping his shoulder. "A-alastor... You..." You couldn't speak for shit.

"Please let me and Miss Y/N excuse ourselves!" Alastor announced to the group.

Before you could speak up, he dragged you a few feet around the corner. "What the fuck-" he cut you off by forcing his lips onto yours.

"You're going to shut the fuck up and take me right here..." He pulled away slightly before diving back in.

A/N: I'm gonna edge yall since I want this to be done before school starts tm!! :3

[secretlyhuntokar]

Penumbra podcast Junoverse headcanons

(under cut because there are a Lot) ((Also spoiler warning up to Thief's Honour pt 2))

- Juno leaves notes in his and Nureyev's room on the Carte Blanche if he gets up before him so Nureyev doesn't worry he left again

- One of the main reasons Nureyev is scared of aging is because he's already lived a full hallucinated life and doesn't want to waste any second of his real one

- Juno wears a trenchcoat because Rita was really into old Earth noir detective streams when they first met and she bought a trenchcoat for him. And it was the first gift someone had bought for him in years.

- Juno still wears that trenchcoat to this day

- Nureyev once bought/stole Juno a new trenchcoat and while Juno thought it was a really nice trenchcoat and a sweet gesture, he never wore it because its not the one Rita got him

- Nureyev likes to see how many of Vespa's knives he can steal before she notices and yells/threatens him for them back

- Vespa taught Buddy how to play Rangian Street Poker

- The Ruby Seven is green because wherever it's from, Ruby is their word for green

- Rangian Street Poker varies very slightly across Outer Rim planets, and even more so on the Solar planets

- New Kinshasa's version of Rangian Street Poker is the most similar to the Solar version out of all the Outer Rim Variations

- Nureyev and Rita make each other jewelry. Rita hands the jewelry she makes to Nureyev directly, while Nureyev sneaks what he makes under Rita's door at night, or leaves it on her seat for her to find in the morning

- Rita is from the Cerberus Province or someplace similar to it. Or she spent a lot of time sneaking out to the Martian sewers while growing up and befriended the Martian sewer rabbits

- Jet didn't know how to wash his hair properly and one time it got especially greasy after changing the Ruby's oil or something, so Rita showed him how to clean it properly. Since then they try to have a 'spa day' sort of thing once a week

- The Mechanisms are somewhere Out There in Junoverse

- Buddy Aurinko has met the Mechanisms, and Vespa has not. She is definitely not jealous about that. Nuh uh.

- Buddy is naturally taller than Nureyev but she does not know this because Nureyev is always wearing heels that make him appear an inch taller than her. No matter what shoes she herself chooses to wear that day.

- Nureyev kept the handcuffs from the Murderous Mask ep

- The entire Carte Blanche has matching friendship bracelets that they made together (suggested by Rita and organised by Buddy). The Ruby Seven's bracelet was made by Jet and is tied around its steering wheel. Nureyev also made it one later on, which he hid under one of the seats.

- Juno has 10 eyepatches he frequently wears and they are all identical.

- Juno and Slip would've loved each other if they had the chance to meet properly. Platonically or romantically it doesn't matter. Either way, they would pretend to be jealous of each other around Nureyev for a while, until one day Nureyev catches them watching a shitty stream together, making fun of the bad writing.

- Slip didn't want to be revived

- Slip was sometimes conscious enough to hear everything that happened around him

- Slip calls Nureyev "Petya" either because that's the Brahman pronunciation of it or because he misheard the first time they met and it stuck as a nickname

- If Petya is the Brahman pronunciation of Peter, then Mag was the one who changed his name to "Peter" so it "sounded more Solar"

- Buddy and Vespa dye their hair together

- One time they were real tired while dying their hair, and accidentally switched the colours around. For a few months Buddy had green hair and Vespa had red hair. Vespa has a photo of her and Buddy with swapped hair colours as her comms homescreen

- Juno used to think diamonds were beautiful, and now can't stand the sight of them

- Ben would teach Juno to dance (I think this one is canon? Juno's "I had a good teacher" line in Man in Glass makes me think so? And it might've been brought up in other episodes too)

- Juno couldn't bear to do any sort of dance for years after Ben died

- Juno tried to keep the dahlias and roses Nureyev got him for his birthday alive for as long as possible, but they probably wilted either during the THEIA stuff or soon after he left Hyperion city. They still sit in his office though, and he has a photo of them from before they wilted that he looks at sometimes

- Buddy sometimes does her makeup in a green that matches Vespa's hair. Vespa does the same, but in red

- Nureyev used to not have a favourite colour, but it became gold after Man in Glass

[bigwishes]

After you're done with your last set for arms, you feel bloated, which is weird since you've only been drinking water during this session sense you forgot your protein shake at home.

As you place the weights back on rack, you feel a burp coming. No, this was a gonna be a belch... Normally, you'd just let it out, but this one felt different. You try to get to the locker room, but only make it 5 steps from the rack.

BUUUUUURRRRPRP, it's sounded like a roar more than a burp tbh. The whole gym stared at you for a second before you did thay awkward wave and smile to say sorry.

It felt good to release it, tho. It felt really good. You didn't notice yet, but your pump hasn't faded away. In fact, it started to spread throughout your body. You felt another belch happening. You quickly get to the locker room and went into an open shower.

You let this rip from your mouth. It seemed to be longer than the last one. It felt even better also. Then you noticed that you were getting hard, your gym clothes started to feel tight.

Another burp was coming. Your gut bloated af. Your muscles are feeling pumped up. Your dick is becoming rock hard in your shorts. Good thing you're in the shower.

You let the burp out, even better than the last one. You hear and feel your clothes start to rip. You start to mindlessly flex your body. Feeling yourself grow is such a turn-on and from burping? Weird but hey, you growing.

This time, you let out another one, then another, and one more. Each one right after another. You couldn't stop yourself. It felt great to release it all. Each burp you become taller, your frame filling out the shower. Your balls became bigger and heavier, your dick was well over 10 inches long now and at least 7 inches around.

It felt like you wanted to cum but another burp came up. Your legs are massive. There was nothing left of your gym shorts. Your shirt is in tatters. Your massive meaty pecs broke through it 3 burps ago. Your arms are huge. Your stomach is still bloated. You kept burping and growing until you need to get out of the shower and into the locker room. Your head is hitting the ceiling and none of your spare clothes will fit you now.

You saw the mirror and let out yet another belch. It started to stink in the locker room, but you don't care. In fact, it made you even harder. You flexed in front of the mirror, watching as your massive frame became even bigger. Another burp, and now you have to slouch in the locker room.

You see a scale and step on to it. 400 lbs. 5% body fat. Another burp and the scale broke. You mindlessly get out of the locker. Completely naked. You didn't care, what were they going to do? You stepped out and fully stood up and let out the biggest and longest burp you've done so far. Your body grew every second of that burp.

Your head is now grazing the gym ceiling, which is about 20 feet tall. Your dick is about 5 feet long now and 3 feet thick, and your balls outweigh the whole dumb bell rack. You're now about 1000 lbs. You feel no are invincible. You let out another belch...

Tried my best at the burping trigger.

DAMN

FUCK THAT WAS HOT

[cure13-blog1]

Brandon was shaped like a Stickman, always insecure about his appearance. He fantasies of being admired by others (mostly men) and to be the idolisation of masculinity. He always had some sort of fetish with muscles, he was easily turned on when seeing steroid driven men with unfathomable amounts of testosterone and strength. When I’m the gym he became so aggressively horny yet also jealous of the teen muscle freaks. He was manly jealous at the fact that he could never build muscle like them, even tho they where full of steroids. He was desperate to jump on gear yet was terrified of the side effects. But it was hard to stay natural when seeing the contrast between his undefined frame to these muscled jocks. He tried twice as hard in the gym than they ever did, however not even half of the results.

It was a Monday evening and Brandon decided to make his way to the gym, late enough that all his steroid driven jocks from his class weren’t there. He was dreading the leg day grind ahead of him but he stayed motivated and disciplined.

He went in to the gym locker room the pure musk of testosterone and sweat hit Brandon’s nose, causing a solid 4 inch hard on in his underwear. The room was ghost quiet with no one in sight, so he decided to undress to get into his gym clothes. But as he was undressing he noticed a dirty jockstrap on the floor.

Obviously being the horny teen he is, he made sure no one was around and picked up the jockstrap. Without even thinking he shoved his face into it taking a massive sniff. It was drenched in the musk of sweaty balls and cum, and also of piss. He never felt so horny in his life, even his legs began to tremble. Then the idea came to him, to put the jockstrap on. He removed the remaining clothes so we was fully naked and put the jockstrap on. It was way to big for him and he had to hold it up so It wouldn’t fall down.

Suddenly a wave of heat and energy came across his body. He felt a aking feeling on his joints and ligaments. Then realising he’s growing taller. Once was 5,8 now rising to 6 foot then slowing down and stoping at 6,2. He felt confused and shocked, with being such a height he never could expect, yet his joints felt under more pressure without strength to support. But then he began to sweat, with his brain becoming foggy and hormones rising. His libido began to rocket in levels, becoming horny and a need to grow. It began with his legs, his calves grew to immense size, fallowing with his thighs. His legs began to bulge out of control to the size of giant tree trunks, through all of this he was in immense pleasure, thoughts full of lust moaning in bliss. Then his ass inflated into giant globes, to the point that it can suffocate someone. Then it began on his torso, he felt his shoulders widen, his delts bulging into canon balls, and his back muscle twitching and expanding forming a v shape torso with a slutty waist. Then his nipples started to tingle and his pecks ballooned out, growing and bulging into massive juicy pecs. This then following his arms wich he tended and the bulged into slabs of muscle and meat, and veins picking out all over. He felt a tight feeling on his stomach, then abs piping out forming a tight 6 pack.

Now the jock strap was tight on him yet there was still some space on his crotch area where in soft 2 inch and small balls where. Then with a sudden sensation he slammed his fist into a locker door bending it in half with his god like strength and aggressive horny energy. And his dick and balls began to grow. His penis began to grow longer and thicker by stoping at 10 inches Soft. That alone filled out the jock strap and it was steaming from the weight and size of his cock. Then his balls began to bulge out of control into tenis balls of size. He looked himself in the mirror, he looked like a muscle jock god, putting all his class mates to shame. And all that was on his mind was sex and gym.

[rakurairagnarok]

The moment the necklace fell around his neck, Jacob knew something was off. His head started to spin, but instead of panicking, he felt a grin spread across his face. His toughts slowed down as he slowly started to unbutton his nerdy shirt. His pale, featureless torso swirled with color; a tan started to spread across his skin, while lines of ink started to create numerous amounts of tattoos all across his body.

His braces fell out of his mouth, on the way down turning into sets of jewelry, an earring, nipple piercings, and some rings.

At the same time, his tongue started to feel uncomfortable trapped behind his now pearly whites. It started to creep out of his mouth for increasingly longer periods of time, until he was almost always sticking it out of his mouth.

While his face slowly restructured itself and cleaned up the acne and pimples, his body began to swell. His pecs started to balloon, which in turn he began to absentmindedly bounce. His flubby stomach sucked in, leaving behind a perfect row of abs and deep cumgutters. His shoulders broadened while his back straightened out. His legs were growing slightly at the same time, so he immediately appeared much taller. His arms flexed, the muscle almost pouring in as they inflated. His hands cracked as his boney fingers and unkempt nails filled out and cleaned up respectively.

Next up were his now longer legs, which tensed as the quads exploded. His tighty whities strained against his new muscular thighs, but things were just getting started.

A low moan escaped the once squeaky voice boy. His tight briefs slowly began to tear as both his subpar dick and flat ass started to grow. His glutes filled out and kept a respectable and very noticable bounce, while his little nub grew into a large, but soft 8 inch rod with massive balls to match. He wasn't soft for long as his bulge began to slowly stick outwards. Being a shower not much changed but his poor underwear didn't survive the onslaught of new meat filling it, and it ripped apart and fell around his feet.

The feet in question began to clench. His formal step-ins begain to strain against the slowly growing feet. His measly size 7 grew. Size 8, his feet were pressing uncomfortably hard against the hard leather.

Size 9, loud stretching noises erupted from his shoes.

Size 10, the first tear appeared.

Size 11, his toes burst through the hard leather.

Size 12, the top of the shoes flew off

Size 13, the only remnants of the shoes were the pieces of hard leather scattered around the floor.

As soon as his feet were free from their hard leather confines, a subtle tinge swept around the room. The subtlety quickly passed as it became strong enough to invade anyones nostrils at close proximity. The same stench quickly started to pour out from underneath his arms and his groin, which only increased the intensity of the smell.

Jack, as he was now called, looked down at a black cap that was on the bench next to him in the fitting room and put it on his head. Immediately, his head became even foggier. Drool slowly dripped from the side of his mouth, while his eyes rolled back. Every ounce of knowledge he had attained through the years started to drip out of his mouth. Simultaneously, his preppy quiff started to recede into his head, leaving only a short jocky cut.

As a finish, a small bit of scruff appeared around the jocks face, a bit along his chin and some above his lip. Jack licked his lips and grinned at the mirror.

"Fuckin tight broo..." he smirked and turned the cap around and grabbed his phone. He started filming himself, sticking out his tongue to the camera. He couldn't help but laugh at how amazing he looked. He sent the snap to an account named "Big Bae❤️" and felt his cock twitch. He ran a hand across his bubblebutt and softly moaned. He couldn't wait to get home to his boyfriend and let him pound his brains out. Well, what was left of them.

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 12

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: fem reader + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: Hyunjin visits Minho

a/n: I wanted to explore Minho and Hyunjin a little more. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: mxm, blow jobs, cum swallowing, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex.

Minho pov.

Minho set two wine glasses and a bottle of red on the kitchen bench. He didn’t even know if Hyunjin liked red wine, but Minho thought he seemed like the type to enjoy a glass of red. He exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. Shit. He was so nervous, his hands trembled. Maybe he should have a glass right now?

He checked his phone 11.35pm. Hyunjin would be there any minute. 

Minho didn’t really think Hyunjin would say yes to coming and meeting him here. He couldn’t believe he even had the courage to even text him. They hadn’t spoken to each other since that night at the studio, when he thought Hyunjin was going to kiss him. In Minho’s fantasies he’d imagine that he did actually kiss him. Those sweet, full luscious lips connecting with his. He felt the blood rush to his dick, causing it to start filling out. 

When you had helped him bring his Hyunjin fantasy to life and he imagined it was Hyunjin’s ass he was inside, he knew he had it so fucking bad for this man.

“Ping” a text message. Minho’s anxiety surged through his body.

Hyunjin: “I’m at the front door.”

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Minho tried to slow his heart as walked down the stairs towards the entry hall. The house felt deserted even though he knew somewhere, probably the gym, the others were all having some sort of sex show, and Felix was probably asleep.

He paused at the front door. He had wanted this moment for so long. He couldn’t believe it was finally here, unfolding before him. He shook his head to try and rid himself of his nerves. But it didn’t work, his body felt heavy with anxiety and desire as he opened the big, wooden door.

Minho’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. Hyunjin. Leaning against the brick wall. Denim jeans and a leather jacket. He looked like a fucking model. He was slightly taller than Minho, slender, with long brown hair and he had the most sultry look on his face that he'd had ever seen. Minho’s mouth parted in awe.

Hyunjin met Minho’s eyes and Minho’s mouth hung open even more. He was mesmerized, and he had to blink a few times to snap himself out of the man's spell.

“Um… c-come in.” He stuttered, and the two dancers made their way into the house.

Minho felt Hyunjin’s eyes on him as he lead the way into the kitchen and it made his stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. He could feel the sexual tension between them.

“Umm,” Minho coughed to clear his throat. “Would you like some wine?” he gestured to the glasses and wine bottle.

Hyunjin slinked against the edge of the bench, leaning his back against it, and twiddled a strand of his hair. Minho stole a glance at him and was met with Hyunjin’s curious gaze. He was looking straight at Minho so fucking seductively that it set him on fire. Hyunjin glanced at the wine and back up to Minho.

“You trying to get me drunk, Lee Minho?” he teased. Minho felt his face turn bright red, as he poured the glasses of wine.

“More like calm my nerves.” He whispered, setting the bottle down and placing his hands flat on the counter top to compose himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, Minho could see Hyunjin inching closer to his side. The hairs on his arms stood end, and his veins stood out from the growing tension as he felt the dancer’s energy enter his personal space. Then Minho watched Hyunjin’s hand as it slowly reached for his, placing it on top and squeezing it gently.

Minho stopped breathing entirely. How could he breath when this angel of a man was so close?

Hyunjin leaned in close to Minho’s ear, close enough he could feel the man’s hot breath against his neck. “Don’t be nervous, Minho.” He whispered. “I know we’ve both thought about this moment for a long time.” He brushed his lips against Minho’s neck.

Minho shuddered and slowly turned his head towards Hyunjin, who didn’t make any attempt to step away from him. They were face to face. So close. Hyunjin’s expression needy and flushed, Minho’s expression strained and cautious. Hyunjin bit his lower lip and parted his mouth, trying to encourage Minho to kiss him. Minho stood fixed to the spot. How could he fucking move? This was too intense. This was too scary. Then Hyunjin’s tongue appeared, slipping through his parted mouth and teasing his own lower lip, running it along the plush skin.

Fuck it. Thought Minho and he smashed his mouth hungrily against Hyunjin’s lips.

Hyunjin melted into the kiss immediately, as Minho gave him everything could in that moment. He greedily sought Hyunjin’s tongue sucking it into his mouth then pushing his own back into Hyunjin’s. Hyunjin pulled away panting and threw his head back in a moan, revealing his long, slender neck. Minho took the opportunity to maneuver himself so he was flush against Hyunjin, pushing him hard into the edge of the counter, pressing their erections together. Hyunjin squealed playfully when Minho nipped his neck and delivered kisses up to his ear and bit down gently on his earlobe.

“Fuck. Minho.” Hyunjin exclaimed. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to know what this feels like.” Hyunjin’s hands slid around Minho’s waist tugging him in closer so he could grind against his hardness.

“Jinnie,” Minho said low “I need you… I need to feel you…” he pulled away from his neck and held his face in his hands. “Can I feel all of you, Hyunjin?” his voice was gravelly and full of lust. “Can I feel what it’s like to be inside you?”

Hyunjin looked like he was about to come on the spot, just at Minho’s words, and he threw his arms around Minho’s neck and slid his tongue back inside his mouth. Minho moaned and then growled. Suddenly spurred on by Hyunjin’s intrusive tongue, Minho lifted Hyunjin up to sit on the bench, pushing his hips between seated man’s legs. Their hands and their tongues frantically explored one another as they shed their shirts. Their naked torsos writhed together as they made out in the kitchen.

“But… first I need to suck you off?” Minho reached for Hyunjin's belt and paused looking up at Hyunjin for permission.

“Yes, Minho… please…yes!” Hyunjin whined, desperately.

Minho swiftly unbuckled Hyunjin’s belt, undoing his jeans and releasing his length through the fly of his boxer shorts. Minho couldn’t contain his arousal at the sight of his cock. It was just as stunning and ethereal as the rest of him. He couldn’t wait to taste it. He couldn’t wait to taste Hyunjin’s cum.

“Min…” Hyunjin cried out high pitched as Minho’s tongue gently licked the tip of his penis. Minho looked up and chuckled darkly. “You like that, hmm?” he cooed.

“Mmm… yes… ughh! Please..” Hyunjin seemed to be losing himself at the slightest touch, and Minho wondered what he’ll be like once he’s actually fucking him.

The bench height felt a little awkward for Minho as he had to bend down, but he soon realized this angle was allowing him to take almost all of Hyunjin into his mouth. It felt incredible to finally have Hyunjin here with him in this way. The way he had wanted for so long.

Hyunjin’s cock tasted salty, his skin felt so soft and silky, the big veins looked obscenely sexy. Minho had grown rock hard in his pants. Hyunjin was losing it, throwing his head back, whining every time Minho sunk right down to the hilt.

Minho was always a top, but he had always loved to give his lovers earth shattering blow jobs. But right now, in this moment, Minho considered what it would feel like to have this most perfect cock he’d ever laid eyes on, ever held, ever tasted, inside of his own ass. Sweet Jesus what was happening to him?

Minho felt Hyunjin’s fingers in his hair, pressing his head down and holding it in place as he slowly rolled his hips to thrust his cock into Minho’s mouth. Minho’s eyes watered, and saliva ran down his chin, but he was comfortable enough to take him like this.

“No one’s ever taken me in their mouth this good before…” Hyunjin panted. “I didn’t think you’d be such a cock slut… usually it’s me giving the best head.” His head lolled back again as he gyrated against and into Minho’s face and mouth. “Can I come in your mouth?” he whispered, releasing his grip on Minho’s head. Minho looked up at Hyunjin and winked. “Absolutely. I wanna taste your cum, sweetheart.” and sank back down onto Hyunjin.

He used his hand and his mouth to work Hyunjin up into a frenzy. He could feel him on the brink of ejaculating and Minho was in two minds whether to bring him to climax, or slow things right down and make him suffer. But he didn’t have chance to decide because he felt Hyunjin’s cock pulse as ropes of cum spurted into the back of his throat. Hyunjin let out another whiny cry as his orgasm continued for what felt like forever.

“Fuck… Minho.” He looked down at Minho with watery eyes.

Minho stood back up and for long moment they gazed at each other. Hyunjin drank in Minho’s features like he was the most obscure thing in the world and it pleased Minho greatly.

“So,” Minho tilted his head towards the glasses of untouched wine. “Do you wanna take this to my room?”

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“You’re gonna make me spill the wine, Hyunjin.” Minho playfully scolded the taller man who couldn’t seem to take his hands off Minho as they stumbled into Minho’s room.

“Let’s just down these glasses and then it’s my turn to make you feel good.” Hyunjin flirted. Both men smirked at each other and gulped down their wine, eager to move onto to more pressing activities.

Minho climbed up on the bed to lay on his back near the headboard, and ushered Hyunjin to join him. Hyunjin, slowly and feline like, crept onto the bed to hover over Minho’s bulge. “Let me take this these off you.” He whispered, flicking his eyes up to Minho’s. He nodded and Hyunjin removed Minho’s clothes swiftly.

Minho shuddered at being so naked in front of this angel. His angel. He laid still as the other dancer explored every inch of Minho’s body. The dips and the peaks of his muscles. The smoothness of his skin. Hyunjin took note of how Minho responded to his touch. Where he was sensitive, where he could be firmer. Hyunjin memorized how Minho’s breath would change from soft sighs, to sucking in his breath harshly. It seemed like Hyunjin was lost in the world that was Minho’s body and Minho loved it.

Hyunjin eventually set his sights on Minho’s cock. His eyes grew big as he took it in his hand, eyeing it curiously, hungrily. “Minho,” he sighed “your cock is perfect. Just like the rest of you.” He gazed up at Minho and Minho swallowed hard. Hyunjin’s tongue appeared again, and he licked the precum that was oozing from his tip. “Mmm. So tasty too. You really are scrumptious.” He approved and proceeded to explore and tease Minho’s cock further.

He delivered long strokes with the flat of his tongue from the the underside of the shaft to the tip. “So fucking tasty, Min” he growled taking Minho by surprise. So far Hyunjin had been soft and flirty and airy with his sounds of pleasure. This Hyunjin sounded greedy. Greedy for Minho’s cock. It made him feel good to see this man losing his shit for his dick.

“Mmmm….” Hyunjin mumbled still wrapped around Minho’s shaft. “I can’t wait to have this pretty cock in my ass.” He pulled off and pumped Minho’s cock with his hand, tipping his head to the side and looking at Minho like he was begging him to fuck him right then. “I want you to save your cum for my ass, Minho… I promise I can let you come in my throat another time.” He looked longingly at Minho’s cock. “I do want to know what it tastes like.”

“Lay on the bed.” Minho said coolly. Hyunjin’s eyes lit up and he tried his best to move slow and sexily up the bed, but it was more of a scurry. Hmm. So needy. Thought Minho and he smirked.

Minho straddled Hyunjin, locking his hips to the bed, and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. First his lips. Then he took his kisses to his cheek, then his ear. “Hyunjin, I want to see your perfect, pretty little hole. Will you show me?” He whispered. He felt Hyunjin try to buck his hips, but he couldn’t move. “I want to tease it. Stretch it. I want to fill you up with my cock.” He pulled away from his ear to stare directly into Hyunjin’s eyes. He saw longing in the man’s gaze and it made Minho’s heart melt.

“Minho?” Hyunjin whispered. Minho’s expression turned curious. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. You know that right? This isn’t just a quick fuck for me.” His eyes turned fearful like he’d admitted something terrible to Minho. But Minho’s heart felt full hearing those words from the man underneath him. He didn’t want Hyunjin to be a quick fuck for him either.

“Jinnie.” Minho’s tone was serious. “I have real feelings for you. I need you to know that.” Hyunjin blinked rapidly and nodded. “I’m in love with you.” Confessed Minho. It felt right for him to say it. Hyunjin was being vulnerable and it felt only natural for Minho to be open and honest too.

“Minho… I love you, I wanna be closer to you.” He whispered and closed his eyes.

Minho proceeded to explore Hyunjin’s body, much like Hyunjin had just done to him. He could feel the man relaxing under his touch, and quickly becoming putty in his hands. When he felt Hyunjin was ready, he knelt between the man’s legs and pushed his knees up to give him access to his ass. A surge of desire rushed through Minho, straight to his cock. It had been hard and leaking this entire time, but seeing Hyunjin’s tight rim made his dick twitch. If he didn’t work quickly and cleverly to prep Hyunjin, Minho would probably come untouched.

He leaned over to his bedside table to grab the bottle of lube. He hadn’t brought any of his own, but Jisung helped him out by sparing him a couple of bottles. Unfortunately the lube was strawberry scented and flavored, which was not to Minho’s taste. But now wasn’t the time to complain. Plus, maybe Hyunjin would be into it?

He poured a generous amount of lube onto his finger and pressed his finger to Hyunjin’s rim, who whimpered loudly at the contact. Minho knew he was skilled with his fingers, and it didn’t take him long to build Hyunjin up to three full fingers. Hyunjin, writhed, whimpered, moaned and cried as Minho finger fucked his tight hole.

“Hyunjin, sweetheart… look at you losing your mind from just my fingers.” He said incredulously. “I am not sure you are going to survive my cock.” He chuckled softly.

“Minho… I’m ready.” Hyunjin whined.

Minho removed his fingers slowly as to not shock Hyunjin with a sudden emptiness. He already had the tip of his dick lined up ready to apply pressure as soon as his digits were free. Hyunjin’s hands flew to Minho’s strong biceps in an attempt to ground himself, and they didn’t take their eyes off each other as Minho slowly slipped inside Hyunjin. They both shuddered at this new sensation they were sharing together. They were almost too scared to breath, the feeling was so intense.

“You feel so thick, Minho.” Hyunjin gulped.

Minho smiled, “Maybe you’re just super tight, my love.” Minho gushed.

He slowly inched further inside Hyunjin, feeling his tight walls stretching around his length. Hyunjin let out a low gutteral moan as Minho eventually bottomed out.

“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath, and the pair smiled. Neither of them could believe this was happening.

“Come close to me, Minho… I wanna hold you while you make love to me.”

Minho melted at those words and all he wanted to do was give Hyunjin what he wanted. He leaned down so he was laying on his torso as best he could, his hard erection squashed between their toned stomachs. Minho braced himself with his arms placed on the bed either side of Hyunjin, and Hyunjin’s arms slipped around Minho’s back causing him to shiver.

Minho started moving slowly, rolling his hips in such a way that seemed to be delighting Hyunjin. He’d never seen a man look so turned on before. The noises Hyunjin was making, the way he gazed into Minho’s eyes as he was being fucked, the way his mouth would communicate all sorts of obscene things without having to say any words, was quickly becoming too much for Minho. He wasn’t going to last long.

He repositioned the angle of his thrusts and at the same time reached down between their bodies to grasp Hyunjin’s cock.

“Let’s get there together, Hyunjin. I wanna see you come on my cock.” He started to pump Hyunjin’s length as his thrusts turned unforgiving. Minho had a lot of power in his thighs and hips, and that helped him deliver hard, consistent thrusts. Sweat covered his forehead as he focused on nothing but chasing his and Hyunjin’s releases.

“I’m c-coming, Min..” And Hyunjin choked on his words as cum splattered all over both their stomachs and Minho’s hand.

“That’s it baby,” Minho grunted as he felt Hyunjin clench around him. Minho threw his head back as he felt that tight coil inside him snap and he cried out Hyunjin’s name as he released himself inside of him. “Hyunjin… fuck…!!!”

Minho slumped down on top of Hyunjin. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and a lot cum. It was only now Minho noticed the mingling scents of sex, sweat, cum and strawberry lube.

“Minho, you made me feel so good. You didn’t make me feel like… like I’m dirty.” Hyunjin whispered.

Hyunjin’s words hit Minho like a punch in the stomach. Why would this make Hyunjin feel dirty? Minho felt angry that someone must have made Hyunjin feel this way, or believe this about himself. “Hyunjin,” Minho soothed. “I’ll never make you feel like this is wrong, or that what you want is… dirty. I mean,” he paused “unless that’s the vibe we’re going for.” He raised his head and smiled at Hyunjin. “But that would only be after we’d talked about it.” He stroked Hyunjin’s cheek. “I want to you to feel safe with me… to explore anything you want. Okay?”

Hyunjin nodded.

“Let’s get us cleaned up, hey. Then we can talk. Or sleep. Whatever you want to do.” And he kissed Hyunjin slowly, letting him know he’s safe.

a/n; What did you think? Pretty sickly sweet for an unhinged blog I know... but I am truly a sucker for fucking with feelings.

Next up (and we're nearly finished the series) Jisung's pov.

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[armins-main-hoe]

Hi! I really liked ur writing so I was wondering if u can do this?

Inarizaki and shiratorizawa (or one of them) with a fem manager that gets into fights often? But it's because they have roots to delinquent family members so they're pretty recognisable,,, also she kicks ass pretty good so most of the time she comes out alive

aw thank you for liking my writing and for the request. Sorry I couldn't get round to writing it up sooner :/

"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."

When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.

You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.

So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.

Inarizaki

You stood before them with a deadpan face on.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today onwards."

They boys bowed and said their greetings but you still felt like some of them were looking at you funny. So you looked at one, he had bleached yellow hair. (Atsumu Miya)

"What?"

He tilted his head up and looked down at you suspiciously.

"Are you the Y/n L/n who got into a fight with Hiroto Ito a week ago?"

"Yeah, why? You looking for a fight too?"

Another boy came forward, he was slightly shorter but still a few inches taller than you with with black spikes for hair that went upwards. (Michinari Akagi)

"It was about time someone put that guy in his place. He was actually really annoying, would never let us practice in peace."

To your surprise, this boys were actually pretty nice to you and as you watched them practice you saw the passion they had for the sport.

Almost made you feel guilty for signing up for this role when you knew nothing about Volleyball.

You would hand out water bottles and towels during their breaks and tried your best to memories their names. Took you a few days to do that though.

Over the next few weeks, you ended up growing fond of the team and the team members which lead you to put more effort in your role as the manager.

You would take notes about each player, their strengths and weaknesses and you took time out of your day to learn the rules for volleyball. You didn't even realise when but your passion for the sport grew and grew.

Soon even the team members saw the improvement in you and grew fond of you as their manager. They hadn't ever had one before you and you were already setting their standard for a manager pretty high.

Soon you would even tease and joke around with them.

Their coach loved having you around for practice since the boys were actually kinda scared of you whenever they would mess up and made them try their very best each practice.

There was a time where they had a competition to go to where there would be a few other schools' volleyball teams attending too. It was your first match that you would be attending with them as their manager. Since it was your first, you didn't actually know how big the team's cheer squad was, which surprised you a bit when you first saw. There was also a crowd everywhere you went so it made it hard to move and get from one place to another.

However, around 15 minutes before matches you realised that Kita was missing for more than 10 minutes. The team can't play without their captain present. So you went to go quickly find him. After a few minutes you found him about to enter the changing rooms.

"Where were you? The team was waiting for you." You asked him.

"I had my phone on me and I was going to put it in a locker before the matches start." He put his phone up to show you. Before you or him could say anymore, someone from the crowd passing by with a hooded face snachted his phone and ran.

"Go back to the team. Go!" You pushed him in the direction to the entrance of the sports hall and then ran after the hooded face.

The guy ran down the streets and into an ally way which lead to a dead end. He turned around you saw that he was wearing a mask as well.

"Heh, what's a little girl like you gonna do huh?" The guy's voice came out a little muffled from his mask.

"A lot."

Safe to say you managed to beat his ass with the new moves your uncles had taught you. Though you did get a few scratches on your face and knuckles but you got Kita's phone back and the hooded guy seemed pretty beat up.

Running back to the competition, you just hoped Kita hadn't worried too much to mess up his performance. By the time you got back and made it to the coaches side, you saw that your team was already playing their first match.

At some point, Kita met your eyes and you gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up while holding his phone in your other hand. He smiled back before focusing back on the game.

When they had a break in between the match, you handed out water bottles. When you gave one to Kita, he saw the scratches on your face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No, drink your water and don't worry, you're phone is in perfect condition."

"You got hurt though." When he said that, a few of the other team members turned around to check on you.

"Damn miss manager, you really shouldn't be kicking ass while your team is out here playing a match." Atsumu teased. He didn't know you chased a guy down an ally who stole his captain's phone.

"You know you should be careful or she might just kick your ass Atsumu." Osamu told him, sending you a smile before him and his brother began to bicker.

You shooed them all away once the break was over while rolling your eyes at their teasing remarks.

You had a small smile as you watched them play and you felt like this wouldn't be the first time you would get into a fight for them but you really couldn't care. They can repay you by getting first place.

Shiratorizawa

"I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today forwards."

You were there at every practice they had, they would see you taking notes and giving out water bottles. You learned all their names and positions within 3 days. You were doing everything one would expect a manager to do and you would do it flawlessly.

Which actually surprised them since you were known throughout the school to get into fights with other students both in your school and from other schools.

However, not long since you began being their manager, you once came to practice late with some bruises on your hands and a rather sour mood.

Tendo asked you about it but you just shooed him away to practice more, even hitting him with your clipboard.

Another time, you came to practice with your hair a bit messy and a busted lip that had been poorly treated. Though luckily that time the coach wasn't there to report it to another teacher and Eita Semi and Kenjiro Shirabu dragged you to the infirmary to get it treated properly.

Once, you came to practice after a fight which you personally found very easy to finish. You didn't get any big, obvious injuries so to the other team members, they thought you hadn't came back from a fight and continued practice like usual.

But the captain knew otherwise. When he came over to the side to get a drink he walked over to you.

"So, who did you fight with today?"

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I'm an excellent observer."

"Uhh sure, well it wasn't anything too bad. So don't worry about me."

He chuckled.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the kid you beat up. Wonder what condition he is in right now."

"Gee captain, thanks for caring about your manager so much."

You both laughed before you fell silent.

"The bastard wouldn't quit saying nonsense about the team and starting up rumours." You told him.

"Aw, so you do care about us!" Tendo popped up on the other side of you.

"Fuck tendo! You scared me, I nearly punched you."

He laughed and put an arm around you.

"You beating up guys who talk shit about us? How thoughtful of you manager."

"Tendo do you want me to beat you up with my clipboard again?"

"Hehe, it's like we have our own personal bodyguard."

You smacked him with your clipboard.

"ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop. Gonna go practice some more. Talk to ya later miss bodyguard- I mean manager."

"Tendo!"

The other team members looked over at you and Tendo and were either laughing or sighing. "Looks like he is gonna get his ass beat again."

"He really should stop riling her up, she is actually kinda scary."

"Yeah but tendo is another breed, he isn't afraid."

Thank you for this request anon, this was pretty fun to write. Hope you enjoyed reading it!

[vicioux]

ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

[bigification]

New Recruit

Darren wanted to take advantage of the hot weather while it lasted. He pulled on his shortest shorts and went to sunbathe on his front porch. Those washboard abs of his need to be shown off this summer, so he wouldn't dare hide them. The cool breeze and the blazing sun on Darren's skin felt so relaxing, enough so that he dozed off to sleep.

FWOOOOMP

"Ow!" He woke up in a panic. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled a small dart out of his arm. He looked around quickly, but no one was in sight. Were his friends fucking with him. Either way it hurt.

It didn't take long for the nausea to kick in. He tried standing up, but his head was spinning. A tingly feeling sprouted from his arm, where the dart hit.

Suddenly his arm swelled with muscle and fat. His skinny but defined arms doubled in size, with a thick layer of fat making them look soft. His hands thickened, growing callouses as if he'd been labouring his whole life.

The transformation moved up his arm to his shoulder. His shoulders broadened as his traps bulged out of his neck. His flat chest bounced as two soft man tits formed over his pecs, a silver ring over his enlarged nipple. His abs rapidly disappeared under a thick layer of fat, creating a round belly that protruded forward from his body.

His back muscles rippled, matching his massive shoulders as the transformation moved to his other arm. For a moment his left arm looked tiny in comparison to his massive torso, but it soon ballooned to the size of his right arm. And a biker tattoo imprinted on the size of his thick bicep.

This was when Darren finally realized what was happening. He knew he should have been concerned, but the euphoric feeling coursing through his body as it transformed felt too good.

His perky ass swelled with fat, quickly filling all the free space in his shorts. Rips crackled from his shorts as they strained to hold his growing body. His thighs then doubled in girth as they grew to a size any footballer would be jealous of. His legs also stretched as they grew, making him at least six inches taller than he was moments prior. Even his feet burst out his sandals, going from a size 10 to a monstrous size 18. Luckily the increased surface area of his massive feet made him regain his balance as he started to get used to his hulking body.

The transformation in his body had nearly come to an end as it moved up to his head. His neck thickened, matching his large traps. His sharp jawline melted into a soft double chin as patchy stubble covered his face. His cheeks puffed out as a thick handle bar mustache formed over his lip. His facial features became more rugged, aging him at least 30 years as his hairline receded. And the remaining hair shortened down to a manly buzz cut.

As his head transformed, so did his brain. Hir memories of being a sexy college student are replaced with those of a 50 something biker. His delicacy was replaced with a more aggressive demeanor, and all he could think about was sex. He could feel his dick grow in his tight pants. A final effect of his transformation, his dick began to hang out the bottom of his jean shorts. As he regained his composure, he rushed to push his dick back in his pants.

"Hey Darren! You really can't keep your dick in your pants can ya!" A biker yelled from the bottom of his driveway.

Darren blushed in response as he fully pushed his dick back into his shorts.

"Here put these on and let's go." The biker throws some leather towards Darren. "Let's go put that dick to good use." The biker said with a wink.

[robotsandramblings]

me reading the "new" "canon" heights for the Bad Batch on starwars.com:

nooo thank you, don't like those, i'll stick to the wookiepedia + my headcanons version lol ✌️

i'll save my overall analysis & ramblings for under the readmore

(here's the og thread that brought it to my attention. make sure to read op's corrected version!)

(p.s. the height chart was done by me on heightcomparison.com, it's not an official star wars image -- but the data matches starwars.com)

first off, i will acknowledge that visually, in the show, their heights are always a tricky thing. i've been referencing a bajillion screenshots since i came upon this thread. their comparative heights change in like every screenshot, due to camera angles and/or where they're standing relative to each other. we never get to see all five (5) of them standing shoulder-to-shoulder, side-by-side, in a single straight line, with an eye-level camera shot*.

i'll also acknowledge that i've always just gone off of what wookiepedia says, because it's the closest to an 'official' source that we've ever had -- but it's still not the official source. Here's the wookiepedia version, btw:

and you know what? depending on what screenshot you look at, these can both seem right. sometimes, Tech looks as tall as Crosshair; other times, Tech looks close to Echo's height. (Tech is also rarely at full height -- he's usually got his head and shoulders bent down to read his datapad. i think he slouches too.) i also find Hunter's height varies a lot too, depending on the shot.

Personally, i will be following the wookiepedia version. i think the starwars.com numbers are way, way off. (Warning: here's where the ranting part begins lol)

Wrecker has never, ever been a full head taller than Tech, Echo, or Hunter. what the actual fuck lmaooo

and 7 inches taller than Crosshair?? i don't think so lads

they're tryin' to tell me Echo is shorter than reg height??? bullshit lol. and Tech too??? also bullshit lmao

i refuse to believe Tech is only 2cm taller than Hunter; Tech should be, at minimum, 2 inches taller than Hunter.

i feel Omega's height can vary in the show, like Tech or Hunter as i mentioned. sometimes she seems very small, sometimes she seems taller than i remember.

that all said, i think the height for Omega is correct... for Season 1**. but S2? and now in S3? she's definitely grown a bit.

so i guess if i had to come up with my own numbers, i'd go primarily with the wookiepedia data, with a few tweaks...

Omega**: at least 140cm / 4' 7''

Hunter: 180-181cm / 5' 11''

Echo: 185cm / 6' 1''

Tech: 190-193cm / 6' 3'' - 6' 4''

Crosshair: 193cm / 6' 4''

Wrecker: 198-200cm max / 6' 6''

(i will hold onto Short King Hunter with a death grip until i die. even though i'll admit he looks reg/Echo height in a lot of shots. but i just really love the idea that's he's juuuust under 6' !)

**My headcanon is that in S1, Omega was approximately 10 years old. (which would match with starwars.com data, since average height for a 10-yr-old = 127-137cm.) i'm assuming we're at least 2 years later by S3, so she should be 12, which should put her height at 140-162cm.

i think in the show, they're keeping her closer to 140cm, but i'm equally onboard with her being on the taller side, closer to 162cm. i like the idea that she will eventually grow to reg clone height of 6 feet, thus she'd be on the taller end of "average" child height.

*there is one singular screenshot i came across which might be the closest. however, it's only properly showing the OG four -- Echo is in the shot, but disproportionately in front of them. it's also from their pilot in Clone Wars S7, which arguably was just a beginning stage for them, and changes were made before their own show aired, including the animation style/models.

it would explain where many of us got our idea of Tech = Crosshair same height. but Hunter is also nearly as tall as them?? certainly not 180cm lmao. so idk. take that as you will.

[inkymkk]

Fellow Gary Oak lover, what are your headcanons for him? (I want to know everything.)

(alot of these might be palletshipping too, idk i rambled my heart out BDHAHDHW)

I headcanon that he's genderfluid but more leaning into the masculent side, back then he was a closeted bi or maybe bicurious, He and Serena definently met at the same camp Ash did, high chance that Gary was jealous of Serena probably tripped her multiple times and dragged Ash away which caused the oh no i cant give the towel back thing.. now that i think of it alot of my headcanons are because of this silly silly with their smart ideas @weepidipdoo

i have silly design quirks for Gary actually, like how he has double eyelids and sometimes I have a hc were he has green and blue heterochromia because of that one single frame of Gary with a blue eye i saw, As a child (like 4 or 5 or smth there.) he was really reserved since he knew alot of children who came up to him wanted to be friends with him bc of well, prof oak, but when Ash approached him he just knew it wasnt for prof oak (Ash probably didnt even know prof oak at the age.)

Gary and Ash were probably the same height or possibly Ash was even by an inch or two taller than Gary as a child, which led to Gary doing all the habits that would quote on quote make him grow taller like vegetables and such (which he didnt need because he was gonna grow taller anyway.) he's probably either 5' or 5'3 which is big for a 10 year old.. man he's taller than me, what, He grows to be 6' foot or more when he becomes an adult

Id like to think that he was there during his parents uh... parents begone incident, associated with fire but i wont delve that deep into that, Gary probably blames himself and chose to stay distant and rude to Ash to protect Ash, also probably the reason why he choose squirtle uhhhhhhhhhh yeah

(@weepidipdoo is the one feeding me with these headcanons theyre so good man )

[puzzled-pegasus]

Orel and Christina hcs

When they have phone calls as teens Both of them lay on their beds kicking their legs and twirling their fingers in the telephone wire and talk to each other forever like girlfriends loll

They go to prom together and along with dressing up, Orel either gets a fancy cane special for the occasion or snazzes up his normal one

Clay and Poppit also get weirdly excited for their respective children about prom and they help them get ready and Blorberta is like "thats nice" but Art is like "should she really be going with this boy, she could get into drugs or alcohol or she could lose her virginity or blah blah whatever she should be going with girlfriends or even better, not at all" wnd Poppit's just like thats nice Art, anyway what color dress do you want sweetie (not that she cares about her because she's Christina's Clay but she just likes pretending shes a good parent in big moments)

Also steph does Christina's makeup because her parents dont want her wearing makeup

Since Orel and Christina both eventually get permanently injured by their respective parents' negligence, they worry over each others' health a lot

They have a lot of late night conversations either in person or on the phone that end with one or both of them in tears

Art keeps threatening to shoot Orel for the crime of being a boy that his daughter likes, but Orel's like "i ain't scared of him, my own dad already shot me!"

Both of them are extremely starved of jusy like normal affection with no cost or anything attached so they are always naturally as close as they can possibly be like a pair of attracting little magnets lol

one time Joe told them that if they keep putting their foreheads together their heads will eventually grow together and get stuck, and they were just like "aw that doesn't sound so bad"

When they get married they get a dog and a cat together

They don't invite their parents to their wedding but Shapey and Block are invited as well as Danielle and whoever Christina's Danielle is and also Stephanie

They are both strong enough to pick each other up but Christina can't lift Orel for more than a few seconds once they're past the age of like 14 lol

although it's fair because Orel's scarred knee joint prevents him from being able to lift her for too long

they're the same height at 12 but Orel gets taller and Christina stays tiny like she doesn't get bigger than 5 feet lol I just really like the idea of smol christina

I mean Orel's not that tall either but still probably between like 7 and 10 inches taller than her

Both of them go to Stephanie for advice, sometimes together and sometimes separately, as they realize more and more how shitty their parents' advice is

Stephanie gave Christina an extra ear piercing besides the "one earring per ear" she was allowed to have and her parents were furious lol

she also puts makeup on her sometimes

Side note, I feel like Christina's parents would accuse Stephanie of grooming their daughter if they knew she's a lesbian

Logically Revs is really happy for Orel and Christina but he also gets really annoyed when he sees PDA so he's just like "orel why don't you and your little sweetheart get a room so the rest of us don't have to think about how we can't all be as happy as you guys are" lol and Orel's like "gee sorry Reverend we just like each other so much it's hard not to be right up close to each other like a couple of peas in a pod :3" and Rev is just "yeah whatever grumble grumble" and walks away

i've said this before but i just know Orel and Christina have the sweetest but corniest pet names for each other that you just cant be mad at because they say them so sincerely. Mayhaps I'll have to make a list of examples :3

[prettyinpurplelights]

Hi! I'd like to make a request :) could you write something about celebrating New Year or something like that? Thanks :)

MUGLER

Heyyy, thank you for my first ask hehe 🫶🏿hope you like it x (Also I attached a link to the dress in the text, it’s the second pic in the tweet, so so pretty!)

“Babe you’ve been in bathroom for over an hour, are you sewing your dress or something? It’s already past 10!” You hear your boyfriend yell from behind the door, you can practically hear his stomp him foot and his pretty lips turn up in a pout.

“I’m almost done Kyks, I promise.” You’re rummaging around your make up drawer, trying to find your favourite brown lip liner and gloss. One of these days, you’re going to organise this space for real, you probably spent more time trying to find make up than actually putting it on. You quickly do your lip combo, pull two braids out of your pony tail to frame your face and check yourself out once more in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Grabbing your bag off the bed you shared, you make your way down the steps of the apartment, your boyfriend mumbling to himself and fiddling with his watch as he waits for you.

“Bébe, calme-toi (Baby calm down), I’m here.”

“About ti-“ He stops mid sentence, his eyes growing wide once they land on you.

“Merde,” He whispers, stepping closer to you.

You’re wearing an original from the Thierry Mugler 1999 Spring/Summer collection, a long white piece with big orange, blue and purple flowers adorning the dress. The material is light and airy, it almost feels like you were wearing nothing at all which makes it a bit tricky because you’re barely 5’6 and clearly the model back in 1999 was much taller because the dress is a little longer on you so you’d have to remember to lift it when walking or you’re very likely to end up on your ass. The Rene Caovilla gold butterfly lace up heels on your feet gave you a little bit extra height, so you reckon you should be okay. Your hair is up so all of your face visible, you know your make up looks especially great tonight too.

“You like?” You grin, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he holds onto your waist.

“Mmm.” He barely replies before bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is a lot fiercer than you expect it to be, Kylian’s mouth almost bruising yours. His hand travels to your ass, clutching it through the dress as he breaks the kiss to pepper them across your jaw instead. You moan a little when you feel his teeth nip at the sensitive part on your neck, his tongue reaching out to sooth it afterwards.

“Kylian, what happened to being late?” You say breathlessly as his mouth works wonders on your neck.

“If you can make us late, so can I.” He moves back up to capture your lips again and you lean into him, losing yourself in the kiss as your leg lifts off its own accord to wrap around his leg. But when you feel Kylian’s hand swipe across your ass and onto your thigh, inching upwards, you pull your yourself back from the kiss, before it travels any further. Kylian leans forward for another kiss and you place your hand on chest, to push him away.

“Ky, I didn’t look this good just for you to ruin it before anyone else has seen me?”

“I can’t help myself, you look incredible mon amour.”

He leans towards you again, his lips hovering above your ear.

“I’ll be quick.” He whispers, kissing your earlobe. He knows that’s one of your most sensitive spots that turns you to instant mush.

Sneaky bastard.

“And we’ll be late, cmon, we have two hours left of the year. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you start of 2023 by taking the dress off me when we get back.” You wink, already by the door. “Keep your hands to yourself at the party, Mbappe.”

“Mbappe? I must be in trouble.” He laughs, shutting the door behind him before you ride the elevator down to your town car.

——

The party is great, the atmosphere is lively and everyone looks gorgeous. Almost all of the PSG team and associates are there, and it’s been a wonderful night. You’d danced with the other WAGs while the men are at the bar, chatting and doing goodness knows what else, but now it is nearing midnight, about 30 minutes to go. Kylian searches for you in the crowd, but you’re no where to be found on the dance floor. He spots Hakimi with his wife and walks over to them, waving to them to get their attention.

“Have you seen Y/N?” He yells over the music.

“I think she went to the bathroom a few minutes ago.” Hiba replies, and he thanks them before heading in your direction. He’s about to climb the steps when he sees you at the top.

“Baby!” You shout, breaking out in a grin, excitedly running down the stairs to meet him, when it happens all too fast. The heel on your left sandal catches onto the back of the too long Mugler dress and trips you, sending you tumbling down. You land awkwardly on your ankle, hitting your head on the corner of one of the steps.

“Y/N!” The scream that leaves Kylian is horrifying as he crouches over you, face in his hands. “Shit, SHIT, Y/N, your head, you’re bleeding.”

You reach up to touch your forehead and surely enough, there’s a little bit of blood on your fingers when you bring them back down, but nothing alarming. Your head throbs a little bit and there’s a shooting pain in your ankle, but other than that, you feel relatively okay. You wince trying to stand back up, and you decide it’s better to just stay seated. Everyone is crowded around you, wondering if you’re okay.

“Ky, I’m okay.”

“Your head Y/N, I need to call an ambulance.”

“Kylian, I do not need an ambulance. Don’t be so dramatic.” But it’s too late, he’s already on the phone requesting one as soon as possible. Someone hands you a hand towel hold it to your forehead to try and stop the bleeding.

“Babe, can you stand? You know what, never mind.” Before you know it, you’re swept off your feet, Kylian lifting you from the floor, carrying you bridal style through the building.

“Oh my god, Kylian put me down! Ky this is so embarrassing I can walk!” Everyone watches on as he pushes his way through the crowd, whispering amongst themselves and gasping as you pass them.

“God, Y/N! Are you okay?? Dude what happened??” Hakimi rushes over to Kylian, worried when he sees you in his arms.

“Hakimi tell your boyfriend to put me down. I tripped and he’s acting like someone pushed me off a cliff, I’m fine!”

“She fell down the stairs, I’m taking her to the emergency room, I’ll see you guys later, happy new year.” Kylian says quickly in one breath, before rushing the both of you out of the main door into the open air.

“Kylian, you’re ridiculous, I’m fine, please put me down.”

“Y/N your head is bleeding, you hit it pretty hard. And not to mention your ankle. No, we’re going to the hospital.”

“You’re so fucking dramatic.” You roll your eyes, but you stop fighting in his arms because you realise it’s pointless, he isn’t going to put you down until the ambulance arrives so you’re finally glad when it does and he sets you down on the stretcher while a paramedic looks at you.

“The cut is pretty deep ma’am, and you may need a cast for that ankle, it’s not an immediate emergency, but we’ll drive you down to the hospital and get you fully checked out to be on the safe side. Don’t want you walking too much on that ankle, could make it worse.”

“Can I ride in with you?” Kylian asks, his hand never leaving yours. “I didn’t bring my car with me tonight.”

“Of course, Mr Mbappe.”

“No, Kylian, you can stay, enjoy the party, I’ll call my sister to pick me up later.” You feel awful for ruining the evening for him. He’d been looking forward to this all week, especially after how hard he’s been working the past month with the team to secure their lead at the top of the league table.

“And leave you alone just before the new year? Absolutely fucking not.” He steps into the back of the ambulance as the paramedic closes the door and starts to drive toward the hospital.

“I’m sorry.” You croak, your voice breaking, tears forming in your eyes, partly because of how guilty you feel and also because the adrenaline has now worn off and the throbbing in your head and shooting pain in your ankle are now in competition to see which can make you cry the most.

“For what mon amour,” His eyes are so tender and worried as they scan your face it makes you cry even more.

“Ruining your night, making you leave the party because I’m stupid and clumsy. This is isn’t how you wanted to enter the new year. In the back of an ambulance away from all the fun and your friends and-“

“With you. Y/N we could’ve ended this night drenched in horse shit in a barn and I still wouldn’t care because I’d be with you.” You hear the radio from the front of the van as the countdown into 2023 begins.

10, 9, 8,

“I don’t deserve you.” You pout, and he leans forward to kiss you lightly.

7, 6, 5,

“I don’t deserve you either. So in that way, we’re perfect for each other. And look, when you change into a hospital gown, I’ll be there to take the dress off. So technically, I still win, and get to start 2023 exactly how I wanted to.” He smiles, and you’re hurting now, but for a completely different reason. Your heart tugs, you were so in love with this man in front of you. There’s absolutely no one else in the world for you but him.

4, 3, 2,

“I love you Ky, so so much.”

1.

The sound of fireworks going off all over the city ring out, the sky lighting up in all sort of shapes and colours as he dips down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I love you mon amour, happy new year.”

——-

Hope everyone has a great Christmas xo my present to you, a gif of this stupidly sexy man in a tux 😩

[polyamzeal]

I’m struggling hard with comparing myself and projecting.

My partner decided to start dating again after several years in what was a really rough place in my life. I was starting a new job that had all these plans to grow and expand our relationship pinned to it. She decided to start dating the week before I got paid the first time and could implement any of these plans. It also happened to be a week after my dog of 10 years was put down for on going cancer and seizures. After a couple of bad communication moments and some struggles to emotionally catch up I ask if she could slow down some. Not because she didn’t have the right or needed my permission, but because I was really struggling to catch up and she was moving quickly. From the first day of “I think I need to make more connection with people” to three days later being told she has four dates set up the next week. During which she forgot to lock in our long standing dates and had to rearrange so we could have that date. Then I’m told I have to leave early on my date because the guy she has seen twice in the week since this all started is coming over. I was feeling so cast aside and not considered at all. The entire time she is holding my hand and telling me it’s all okay.

I canceled the date and let her have her date with the new guy but asked to have a long talk about communication and being avoidant with information. She agreed to help me that she would slow down some and said she was sorry for being thoughtless when it came to scheduling. Since she wasn’t going to be able to see new guy for another week due to his schedule. So I decided to not come over and deal with the choice of “get okay real fast with new guy or bail out as fast as I can after work” I hated being backed into a corner like that without discussing it with me first. So, we agreed to help me along through my hard time she would slow down. Next night comes along. I’m already feeling hurt that we canceled the date for some guy she has known less than 2 weeks and he tried to cancel because of something with his dog. So she packs up her stuff goes over and has a topless make out session with him. Which we discussed after as definitely “not slowing down” and that this is her choice but she agreed to help me she would so I’m struggling to believe her when she says sweet or kind things to me because I think she is telling me what I want to hear.

I skip forward and I’m saying okay let’s meet this guy. Anytime I have been anxious about my wife dating when I have met the person I have been disarmed and more comfortable. So we meet. I wore a button up and some slacks. He wore sweatpants and no underwear which left nothing to the imagination. He is about 7 inches taller than me and built. He is literally everything social media and society tells me women want. I can’t be literally any of the things he can and it scares me to death that I’m just going to be set aside.

What is worse and makes it so hard is I struggled so much to make conversation or find him comfortable. This has ALWAYS happened with my other previous metas. It makes it so much scarier.

When this first started my partner and I did this sexual bucket list of thing we wanted from each other and now I can stop picturing her doing this with someone else and being left at home like my wants don’t matter. The hardest part is my partner and I have almost the exact same bucket lists and I was so blown away by someone who wanted these thing with me but now I’m scared I’ll never get those things and I’ll have to watch her have them with other people.

My partner is being kind and helpful but I’m having so much trouble not feeling hurt by her even when she hasn’t done anything wrong and it’s scaring me that I feel so guarded with her right now.

As you can see I’m overwhelmed by my insecurities right now.

It sounds like you are doing lots of things right. You are having lots of communication and clearly asking for what you need but not being pushy about it. Honestly it sounds like the biggest thing is just working on what is causing your insecurities. Fear can make us a bit crazy at times and blow everything out of proportions. I am always saying that PolySecure by Jessica Fern is an overrated book but I think this is the exact perfect situration to recommend the book.

Personally I think that while it is reasonable to ask her to slow down a bit for you the more important conversation should be about re-establishing what you mean to her. No good-looking guy should be able to shatter your self-confidence in yourself and your relationship if you are secure in knowing that what you bring to your relationship is unique and special. Focus on what is in your relationship instead of what isn't and what her other relationships might have.

[izercharo]

OKAY! I'm remaking my earlier post about Human Heights in Splatoon!

ALRIGHT! So basically, I took photos of 2 doors in Alterna. And they're about the same height Which would be 2 Neo 3's tall!

Now when compared to Callie, Neo is a few centimetres shorter than her! This leads me to my third point:

We know Marina is 178cm and Pearl is 145cm. So I did some math by comparing the heights of their models in blender to their canon heights, and Callie should be about 155cm tall! Which makes Neo be around 150 cm tall! (4' 11")

[ Marina's model is 0.0531m tall in blender while Callie's is 0.0464m tall. ]

Now when taking into account how tall the doors are in game, around double of Neo 3's height, then, they should be 300 cm (9' 10") tall! On average a door is around 2 metres (80 inches), which is 30 to 40 cm taller than the average human (1.7 metres / 5' 7" Male and 1.6 metres / ~ 5' 3' Female) If these doors in Alterna are also built with Humans in mind then they should also be 30-40cm taller than humans. And since we have established that both doors should be around 3m, we now subtract the 30-40 cm which give us: 2.70 - 2.60 metres ( 8' 9" - 8' 6") So the average human living in Alterna would be on average 2.7m (Male) and 2.6m (Female) tall! Man what did they eat?!

Now, we know that with advancements in medicine and an overall healthier population humans HAVE grown taller! But only around 10 cm when compared to last century. BUT the world of Splatoon is one of many centuries (possibly) in the future! After all the had 5 Great World Wars! They had the technology to build Alterna , they were the ones to build the Domes that the Octarians now reside in! Who's to say they don't have the medical knowledge to make themselves taller? They were basically living in a sci-fi world! For what reason did want they grow taller? I have ZERO idea. But apparently the ones in Alterna did have one.

So TLDR: Inklings are about OUR height, while the Humans in Alterna were GIANTS!!! (2.70-2.60 metres!)