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octuscle · 3 months

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Fatal shortcut

You know those days. The traffic is murder. You can't go another inch. Your destination is within reach, but it will take you three green lights and at least 20 minutes to cover the last 100 meters. Bloody hell! Honk the horn? It's no use… But now carefully pull onto the green lane, then cut across the high school parking lot and you're there. Why do you have your baby, the Mercedes G-Class, after all? I put on the turn signal, the car takes the sidewalk like nothing, carefully into the parking lot, look left and right and…… BANG! Damn it, the Mustang has clearly taken my right of way. This is guaranteed to take longer than 20 minutes… The two morons in the car look like they only have their heads to wear football helmets and pour beer through their mouths. The typical stereotypical football college jock bros. The day just keeps getting better…

"Yo, Chuck! Bro, did you see what that punk did there?" "Sure, Brad! He definitely took your right of way." I try to protest. But I'm way too caught off guard when the guy, who is obviously Chuck, stands up in front of me. God knows I'm not small. I'm a well-trained, muscular six foot two. But Chuck is easily ten centimetres and at least 20 kilograms taller than me… He grabs my balls. Damn it, I want to punch him, but Brad's already got me from behind. And Brad is barely smaller than Chuck. "There you go, you little faggot!" Chuck hisses at me. "Are you lying in wait for your wankers in the parking lot again? But this time is the last time!" He spits in my face and his grip on my balls tightens. Brad turns my head in his direction and spits again. Then the two of them get into their car, put it in reverse. And disappear.

I stand there a bit like an idiot. I'm far from being small or a faggot. And the last thing Chuck and Brad were to me were wank templates. I mean, I have nothing against gays… But thanks no, not for me… I'll take a look at the damage to the car. It's no big deal, the Mustang looked worse. I get back in the car, drive the last few meters into the underground car park, throw my keys to Stephen at reception and ask him to take the car to the garage. When I get off work later, I'd like to have it done. He puts his hand to his temple and says "Sir, aye, sir". Hehehe, I don't mind hierarchies being recognized.

"You little faggot"… I can't get that phrase out of my head. Shit, I'm really unfocused today. Maybe I just need a distraction. I go to the gym during my lunch break. Somehow I feel the need to look like anything but a faggot. I train bare-chested. Dressed only in compression shorts. Not really appreciated here. But I don't care today…

Shit, I'm not in top form here either… What I normally lift without any problems is all too heavy for me today. At least it's the cross trainer… Even though I'm not really the cardio type. When I get in the shower, my cock gets hard. Shit, that's embarrassing. But I also have to say that there's really only premium meat running around here today. And I'm one of them. Definitely one of them. Even the clean-shaven guy in front sees it that way. Clear body language. It doesn't take long before I'm leaning against the shower wall. And for the first time in my life I get fucked… And how! I can hear the angels singing. It feels so good as the stallion cums in my ass. To say goodbye, he gives me a kiss and a pat on the ass. And he says loudly to one of his buddies. "What a waste for such a submissive pig to have such a magnificent cock!"

The fuck was great, but apart from that I'm really not myself today. I feel like I've been missing the last year. For the life of me, I can't remember a lot of things that happened. It's like I wasn't there. I'm glad when Stephen calls me at around 5 p.m. to tell me that my car is back. I thank him, pack up my things and go down to reception. Stephen grins at me almost insolently and says that this service is an exception and that he now has something good on me. Completely confused, I say, "I'm fine, dude" and take my car keys. But there is no black G-Class in my parking lot. There's a baby blue Mercedes SLK, in good shape, freshly polished. But it must be 15 years old. I press the key. The doors open. What the fuck?

I just want to get home, this day is a disaster. As I park the embarrassing car and walk past the concierge, Michael calls after me, "Hey, Johnny boy, can you give Mrs. Smith from 2316 a lift?" I turn red. I walk back to the concierge desk. "So what, my name is Jonathan, but it's actually Mr. Hays to you. And why would I stop on the 23rd floor when I live on the 38th. Besides, I don't know Mrs. Smith." Michael grins at me with his one-million-dollar smile. "Rough day, John, uh, Mr. Hays? You might as well ask the old lady if her drain is still acting up. And before you try to break into the wrong apartment, I understand you live in 2304." He hands me a package. I drive up to the 23rd floor. I give her the package. She asks if I can plug in the new coffee machine straight away. "Of course, mom," I say. I ask if her drain is working again. She says it would be nice if I could have another look. I ask if she has any rubber gloves. She nods. I pull the dirt out of the blocked drain. She slips me a dollar. I go to 2304, open the door. And drop onto the bed. It's right next to the door. 2304 used to be the room for the lady's maid from apartment 2312. On the one hand, I feel very much at home. But on the other hand, I should be somewhere else. Somewhere with a view of Central Park. With more space. I pull out my cell phone and start working my way through Grindr. Maybe I just need someone to take me really hard again today

That was a night of really wild dreams. Really wild dreams. But obviously everything is fine now. I feel fit. My morning wood has never been better. I stroke my chest. Didn't it used to be hairy? I'm fantasizing again. What it would be like to be a real guy. Successful, at least 1.82 m. Well, I'm not going to grow any more. But maybe that's because of some Italian roots or something. That's where I got my hairy armpits and good beard growth. Shit, I'm still hard as nails. So routine like every morning: wank, jog, shower and then off to the office. I should be there at 07:00 so that the mail is distributed and the conference tables are all set before the Masters of the Universe arrive at the office. It's 07:05 when I walk in the door. Stephen grins and just says, "Subway?" "Don't ask, bro!" I reply, rolling my eyes. I didn't really need a bachelor's degree for my job. Jogging in the morning to stay in shape is more important. At the end of the day, I usually have 15K steps and 40 floors on my fitness tracker. And that's not usually the end of it. By the time I get home, Michael usually has a number of assistance activities for me. But hey, the address on the Upper Eastside sounds impressive, which I would never normally have been able to afford as a young professional. I'll even put up with the apartment on the first floor with a view of the backyard and the job as a temporary janitor.

Of course it's embarrassing to still live with my parents. But if I wanted to afford my own place, I'd probably have to move 200 miles away from Down Town. And I want to stay here. That's important to me. Also for financial reasons. The subway tickets alone would be too expensive if I had to travel further. I mean, the little bit of scholarship… And I don't earn much in the kitchen of the cafeteria. Stephen and Michael are good friends. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't make it. But they have good contacts. Stephen in the office, Michael at home. They always know someone who needs a massage with a happy ending. Or a greedy college boy face for a blowjob. The men are usually well-groomed. Too well-groomed, actually. That's why I always look forward to my part-time job as a trainer at the high school gym. If I'm lucky, I get to meet Brad and Chuck. I mean, they're not gay or anything. We never make eye contact. But I still get to blow them sometimes. Even though, of course, it's pathetic when you're a sophomore in college sucking high school seniors. But fuck, you won't find cheesier dicks with a more pronounced scent of musk and sweat anywhere!

Yo, have I even dropped my name yet? It's Janusz, 19 years young and repping as an exchange student up in the Big Apple. Just call me Jonny, keep it chill. Hailing straight outta a tiny village near Krakow, Poland, in case that detail tickles your pickle. Still wrapping my head around this English gig… But let me tell ya, my French game is on point, or so the bros claim. Thrilled to be out of the parental crib and living it up in this wild city. Dang, the possibilities here are endless! Senior year vibes, you know what I'm saying? And now that I joined the wrestling squad, it's like BOOM! More close body action in a week than I got in a year with the 'rents around! Truth bomb: I make most of my cash tagging along with my wingmen Brad and Chuck, the school heartthrobs. I'm like their trusty sidekick. It's lit! Hoping to snag an athletic scholarship next year, fingers crossed. Sure, these two golden boys ain't wrestlers (legends in the bedroom, though), but football studs. It'd be epic if we could keep the bromance alive in college. Purely platonic, of course. Or not… 🤷‍♂️

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jockbroski34 · 7 months

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How Things Used To Be

I wonder how long it took me to notice that there was something wrong with Nathan. We had been best friends for years, ever since the 5th grade, and we always hung out together both in and out of school. I was hoping things could’ve stayed like that this summer, but it seemed like fate had other plans. Between family vacations and college prep, it seemed like he didn’t have time for me anymore. And to make it worse, whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was hanging out with some other guys who I had never met, and he never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with. I know people grow and change, but I didn’t want to see it happen to my own best friend. On the bright side, we’re going to the same college, so I hope I can see him around.

And I did see him. It was the third week of courses, once I was starting to get acquainted with campus life. For once, I was actually being more social, trying to fill the gap that Nathan left. I used this opportunity to start talking to people in my classes and I found that we had some similar interests. I wish I could say the same for my roommate, but he mostly keeps to himself and we don’t have much in common.

Okay, back to Nathan. I was walking back to the dorms after my last class, texting one of my classmates about the homework. I was interrupted when I walked headfirst into another student. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. I looked up at the giant in front of me, probably 6’3”, before apologizing.

“James, is that you?” the giant asked. The voice sounded very familiar, yet at the same time, different. I took a closer look at him. “Long time no see, huh?” I was surprised when I realized who it was.

“Nate? Woah, what happened to you?” I couldn’t believe that this person in front of me was my best friend. This was not the same Nathan from three months ago during graduation. He was always a bit taller than me, but he had to have grown at least 3 inches. He used to wear glasses, but it seemed like he switched over to contacts.

In the warm August heat, he was wearing a tank top which revealed his newfound biceps for the whole world to see. The tank top clung closely to his chest and I could see his newly-formed six-pack through the fabric. He was wearing basketball shorts that were short enough that I could catch a glimpse of his thighs, which were just as big as his arms. I never knew Nathan went to the gym, and if he did, he never told me. But still, I couldn’t comprehend how he became so huge in just three months, which made me more curious about what he had been up to. A backwards hat fit tightly atop his head with Greek letters on them. Sigma Lambda Chi… Had Nathan really joined a frat? To be completely honest, he looked like he was cosplaying as a frat bro, a far cry from how I knew him.

“Like what you see, bro?” James chuckled, as he flexed one of his arms. He definitely never came across as a cocky showoff, but I was too distracted by his flexed bicep to notice. I caught myself staring for a second too long, before feeling my face turn red hot. Me and Nathan knew everything about each other, but there was one thing I never told him. I was gay. To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, but I knew I could never tell him to preserve our friendship. But now he looks even better, and he hasn’t made time for me at all. Now he really felt out of my league.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately. I’m glad you noticed.” He still had his signature smile, but it looked out of place on his new body. His face especially looked a lot more angular and masculine. A visible tan glazed over his body like a fresh coat of paint.

“Daaamn! You look great, dude!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel talking to him again. On one hand, I was happy to see him again, and, admittedly, a little surprised to see him like this. On the other hand, he ditched me this whole summer to hang out with some other guys. It felt so bittersweet.

“If there weren’t other people around, I’d let you…I mean uh, how have you been bro? I know I’ve been busy a lot lately. Sorry about that, dude.” We told each other what we did over the summer, and wow, was his summer more interesting.

As we caught up, I learned more about what he has been up to. Apparently, he joined a frat and he was hanging out with the guys there more and more. He promised that he’d bring me to a party sometime, but I was hesitant because I’m not much of a party animal. That lifestyle just isn’t for me. He also said he was thinking about joining our school’s football team at the request of his roommate, which I found even more surprising because Nathan never played sports in high school. I did track, but I was never that big into sports myself. Our conversation was interrupted as another guy entered the scene.

“Yo, Nate! Finally found you. You seriously need to get better at texting me back, dude. And who’s this dude?” The guy was wearing the same hat as Nate, so I figured he was one of his frat bros.

“My bad, bro. Brett, this is James. We go way back. James, this is Brett. He’s my roommate. We met over the summer and we’ve been hanging out since.”

“Alright, cool, bro,” Brett responded, clearly impatient and indifferent towards me. He dismissed me entirely, almost like I wasn’t worth his time. “You still going to the gym with me or what?”

“Sorry, bro. I just ran into him and we were catching up.” Nathan responded. “Hey, I gotta get going. We should get food sometime. Peace!” I watched as Nathan and Brett walked away in the opposite direction of me towards the gym. As they moved further away, I could hear Brett chastise him about something. This is the guy that Nathan ditched me for? I hope I’m wrong, but he seemed like kind of a dick. I know I was jealous of him for taking up my best friend’s time, but I didn’t trust him. As for me, I returned to the dorm to work on the assignment with my roommate.

The next time I saw Nate was that weekend, when I held up his promise to get something to eat. I tried to ask him about it earlier in the week, but he was doing stuff at the frat all that time. I was at least grateful that he took time out of his schedule for me for once. He mentioned that he normally doesn’t hang out with anyone who wasn’t in the frat, almost like they were some exclusive bro clique that I was excluded from. For once, it was good to hang out with him one-on-one without any of his frat bros getting in the way. I expected things to be like how they were before, but I couldn’t be any more wrong.

It’s not that I disliked the new Nathan, but I felt like we didn’t have much common ground anymore. It was like he was a completely different person. He didn’t seem to care that much about our old interests anymore. He didn’t have time for video games and he just wasn’t that interested in watching movies or photography anymore. All he seemed to care about was working out all day and partying all night. All he would talk about was some stupid stuff he or one of his bros did.

Plus, he told me he switched his major from mechanical engineering to be a personal trainer. It seemed like he just became a total gym bro overnight. The studious and witty Nathan that I loved kinda just seemed to be a stereotypical meathead now. The worst part was that I knew that this was the same Nathan deep down, and he still treated me the same even if he was a lot busier. I felt like maybe I was the problem since he was clearly still having a good time, and I wasn’t. Why do I feel this way?

I felt my mood change as we talked. Eventually, I figured it was time to cut off the conversation and return to the dorm, but Nathan definitely knew something was off. He texted me later that evening, asking me if everything was alright. To be honest, I wanted to make some lame excuse that I was feeling sick, but we’ve always been honest with each other, so I told him how I really felt.

Me: Nate, to be honest, I think I need some time away from you. I don’t hate you or anything, but it feels like we’ve been growing apart and I feel like you’ve become a different person. I feel like when I look at you, I don’t see the Nathan I’ve known for years, but someone else entirely.

I wanted to say more about how I felt about his new changes, but I didn’t want to escalate things.

Nathan: James, I’m sorry you feel that way about me. I felt like we had a good time today. I’ve grown and changed a lot recently, and I’ve realized a lot about myself, but I’m happy with who I am right now. I know I’m spending a lot of time at the gym or with Brett or my other bros, but I still care about you deeply, bro. You might be right though. Hanging out with you isn’t the same as hanging with the guys at the frat.

Me: Do you honestly see yourself as just a frat boy? You’re more than that. You’re my best friend. But now, you have more in common with the jocks from high school than the Nathan I knew. It’s hard talking to you now since all you care about anymore are your gains and partying. You’re nothing more than a meathead now.

Nathan: So that’s how you see me, bro? The reason I had been avoiding you is because I knew that you wouldn’t like seeing me like this. I guess I was right, bro. But trust me, I’m happy like this. I’m a lot more social than when I was when I was with you, and I’ve even become more in shape too. I care about our friendship more than you can possibly imagine, but I guess this is for the best. To be honest, I think it would be a lot of fun if you were here in the frat with me, but I know you wouldn’t say yes.

I didn’t bother responding. I could never picture myself joining a frat. I would never get along with his frat bro friends, especially Brett, who seemed to be the one he was closest with. I still couldn’t believe Nate would choose him over me. I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, or sad, or disappointed towards him. I felt like he was wasting his life partying when he should be studying. To think this was the person I cared about more than anyone. It was at this point that I figured I probably wouldn’t have my old friend back. Or so I thought.

A couple weeks passed and I tried to move on from Nathan. I always saw him on his story drinking and partying late into the night at the frat house or posting selfies at the gym. He looked like he was fully embracing his new frat boy persona now. If he didn’t still care about me, it would’ve felt like he was doing it out of spite. As for me, I started to hang out with my classmates more and more, and there was even a guy I went on a date with. It was a nice date and I did like the guy, but for some reason, the thought of Nathan lingered in my mind. Even though I hated what he had become, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him. I couldn’t deny how much he turned me on. Why was I still thirsting after a stupid fucking frat bro? One afternoon, after I returned to my dorm, I received a text on my phone. To my surprise, it was Nathan.

“Hey bro, can we talk? There are some things I need to get off my chest.”

I didn’t know what he could possibly want with me now. I suppose I can hear him out just so I can see what he wants. I went over to his room further down the hall, and thankfully Brett was not here to ruin the moment. Nate said that he was doing some preparations for some stuff at the frat. When I asked, he didn’t specify what though. It always feels like stuff at the frat is kept under wraps.

“Did you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Even if it’s beer?” A mischievous grin appeared on his face. Was he seriously offering me beer? I knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, but clearly that rule didn’t faze him. Obviously he knew how to get his hands on some drinks. To be honest, I had never drank alcohol before, but I figured this would be the easiest way to try it before I turned 21. Plus, it might alleviate the tension between us. Either that or make us fight like two drunkards in a bar.

“Sure, why not.” Nate went to get two bottles for us. I took my first sip and was disgusted by the bitter taste of the beer.

“You don’t like it? Neither did I at first,” Nate chuckled. “After a while, you get used to it.” Nate turned the TV on as we chatted. I apologized about what I said about him last time we talked, but he said it was no big deal. I felt like I was a little too harsh on him. It could just be the alcohol, but I found that I got along with him better than I did weeks ago. As we chatted, my body started to tingle. Was this how it felt like to be drunk?

“Hey, Nate. I feel kinda weird, but not like drunk weird. Is this normal, bro?” I asked. By this point, we both had two drinks each. I didn’t mind the taste of the beer the second time.

“Nah, you’re fine bro.” Nate responded, with a smile on his face. Compared to me, he appeared to be much more sober. “It happens sometimes, especially when you’re not used to it.” I figured he knew best, since he was the one drinking and partying all the time, so I ignored this foreign feeling rushing through my body. I felt as if my body was overheating as I felt my arms and legs throb and pulsate. Sweat was leaking off my armpits and down my forehead. There was part of me that knew that something was off, but it was drowned out by the alcohol. As I took another sip, I felt my arm spasm as I accidentally spilled some beer onto my shirt. Shit, I wasn’t expecting to do laundry later.

“Damn bro, you made a mess. You alright? Do you wanna change your shirt?” Nate asked. I nodded and he quickly went to his room to pick out something for me. It wasn’t the first time I had to wear his clothes. “Sorry about that, bro. First thing I found. Hope it fits you.” It was a stringer tank with Sigma Lambda Chi on it. I bet Nate looked like a walking symbol of the frat wearing that stuff. For some reason, the idea was kinda amusing to me because it seemed so over the top. I wondered how I would look dressed up like that. I’d probably look really stupid.

I stripped out of my wet shirt and changed right in front of him. I caught a whiff from my armpits, and I thought I smelled like a sweaty gym bro. The tank appeared to be a size up and it hung loosely on me. Still, it was better than nothing I guess. Despite that, it had a nice familiar smell to it though. It smelled like Nathan, but at the same time, it had a different flavor to it. He smelled a lot more manly than I remembered. I bet he wore it to the gym often.

Eventually, after my third drink, I went to go to the bathroom. My body was starting to ache, like I had just done a workout with Nate earlier. Workout…Was that what happened earlier? …I think so? Did we work out after class and come back to his place for some brewskis? For some reason, the events of today felt incredibly fuzzy to me. I was starting to forget the reason I was here in the first place.

I clumsily stumbled over my feet which looked bigger than usual. After I took a piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t always look that big, right? From a first glance, it looked like I was looking through one of those distorted mirrors they have at amusement parks. I had to have been really drunk at this point. I chuckled at the figure in front of me. At this point, I almost looked like one of those frat bros! I decided to flex my arms like they would, oblivious to the fact that they already grew just a little bit, before joining Nate on the couch.

“There you are, big man!” he said as he squeezed my muscles. I have been working out recently, I think. “I thought you passed out in there. Most guys don’t last that long for their first time, but you look good enough for another brewski.”

After downing our fourth drinks, the conversation took a different turn.

“Yo, James. I knew you said you weren’t too big on the idea of joining our frat last time we chatted, but how do you feel now, having thought things over?”

I remembered our last conversation. Honestly, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember why I turned him down in the first place. The idea that seemed unappealing to me at the time seemed like it was perfect for me at this moment. I didn’t even understand why I would be so reluctant to join. I needed to join more than anything else. I would do anything to join, even if I had to completely humiliate myself in front of my fellow bros. At this point, nothing was too extreme for me. The fact that Nate was in it was enough reason to join, so we could hang out more like we used to. Plus, I could get to hang out with all my other bros and drink and party whenever we want.

“I’ve given it some thought, and yeah bro, I’ll join,” my voice slurred as my mouth moved before my mind could. I had committed at this point. No backing out now. I’m a member of Sigma Lambda Chi for life.

“Sweet, bro!” He grabbed me on my far shoulder and pulled me close. “I’m glad you said yes, because I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, bro.”

I closed my eyes as Nate went into his room to grab something. Did I actually agree to join his frat? I’m not sure what’s going on with me today. When he came back, I felt Nate press on my head as his “surprise” fit tight around it. “You can open them now.”

I realized I was wearing the same hat that Nate always wore, with his frat’s letters printed on it. “We’re gonna be matching now, bro. Isn’t that awesome? I know you’re gonna want to wear it whenever and wherever. But you’re wearing it wrong. Let me fix it for you, dude.” He turned the brim around so it faced my back. As my hat turned backwards, I felt my mind fog up and any tension or brain activity screech to a halt. I was unable to realize what I signed myself up for, unable to protest. My conscious mind was drowned out by the alcohol and this hat was like a lock, sealing it away. Not that I was against this, as a wave of pleasure surged through me. I felt my mind slow down, almost as if it was stuck in molasses, as my thoughts began to simplify. It felt good though...

I would follow the example of my fellow brothers. Look like them, think like them, act like them. Almost like a hivemind of bros, you know, bro? By this point, the changes were irreversible. Nate had turned me into another frat bro just like him.

“Everything worked out as planned, bro. You see, when you, my own best bro, told me you didn’t want to join the frat with me, I was actually really hurt. So I talked to Brett, and had him “work his magic”, to help me do to you what he did to me. I don’t like to lie to you, but it’s a frat secret, so now you get to know bro. Like I said, it’s a secret, so don’t talk about this with anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it bro. It’s all…uh…

Fuck dude, what’s the word…water under the bridge? Huhuhu…” I really had to think about that one. I found it harder to articulate and use complex words, as I mainly just spoke in bro-speak. To be honest, I wasn’t really that upset that he lied to me. He did what he had to as a member of the frat. I never stayed mad at one of my bros for very long.

“Now we get to be brothers for life,” he said as he gave me a big bro hug. We clung to each other like two giant masses of muscle. My huge biceps wrapped around his firm back as his did for me. Afterwards, he handed me my fifth drink and we cheered to me joining Sigma Lambda Chi. He laid down all of the rules, what everything was like, telling me about the coolest guys there, and so on. He said he’d bring me to the frat house and introduce me to everyone tomorrow. “They’re gonna love you for sure, bro. I’ve got an eye for cool bros like you.”

As it got later, and we moved on to drink numero 6, I felt myself get very tired as we both passed out on his couch. I woke up a couple hours later, and I looked out the window to see a pitch black sky. Shit, it was almost 10 PM and I had to turn in my assignment at midnight. But for some reason, I didn’t really care right now. I didn’t mind turning in assignments late as long as the teacher still gave me credit. I felt no different from the way I was a couple hours ago, just another Sigma Lambda Chi frat bro, but I liked it. It felt right to me. It was where I, no, where we belonged.

I looked down. Nate’s tank hung tightly to me now. It took me a second to notice my arms…Holy shit, they were fucking huge! I looked awesome, bro. As I admired my new body, Nate was still asleep, his hand on my meaty thigh. Just above that, my dick throbbed through my pants. Fuck, I was so horny for some reason. Eventually, Nate slowly regained consciousness.

“I usually don’t drink this much on a school day,” Nate said, still a little hungover as he rubbed his eyes. We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again. “By the way, there was another reason I invited you over. There’s something that’s been on my chest for a while.”

“Go ahead, bro. I can take it,” I responded confidently. My voice sounded deeper and more bro-like than usual, just like him.

“Here goes, dude. I think I like you, bro. Not like you, but I think I like like you. I know it’s hella gay, but I couldn’t stand to see you be so cold to me. That’s why I had to make you a bro like me. I’m sure you’ll love it here, bro. And hey, if you’re not gay, that’s cool. We can forget this shit ever happened and go back to being bros for life.”

At first, I honestly thought I was still dreaming. First, he turned me into a frat boy, and now, he was confessing his feelings to me? How crazier could this night get? For all my life, I thought he was straight. I remembered being glad when he broke up with his girlfriend two years back. I couldn’t stand her. When he joined Sigma Lambda Chi, I assumed he was 100% straight and that he was banging some sorority chicks every night. To think he felt the same way I did all this time.

“Bro, I like you too. When you stopped talking to me, I started to get kinda jealous. I didn’t want to accept you for who you are. But being your bro just isn’t enough for me, bro.” I leaned in for a kiss, my inhibitions still nowhere to be found. It was my first kiss and it was with the person I cherished most. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn’t really care that I was a dumb frat bro like him anymore. I never did. That shit was stupid anyways. But now, Nate fixed our friendship and made us closer than ever. I loved the taste of his lips against mine and I didn’t want it to end but eventually Nate parted our lips.

“Wanna fuck me, bro?” he whispered in my ear. A flirtatious smirk was plastered on his face, and one of his hands was still wrapped around my neck. This was real. I nodded as he took me to his bed. I had never done this before, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to expect. He laid down on his back and stripped naked. I never felt this aroused before. My dick even looked bigger than it used to be. I was so pent up that I felt like I was holding this load in for months. I guess frat bros really are as horny as they say. I lubed up my larger cock before sticking it into Nate’s hole.

My serpent stretched out his tight hole as he had clearly not seen much action down there until now. I pounded his ass as my dick went in and out of him. In and out, in and out, in and out…It was a steady rhythm, my dick was like a metronome. My hands clung to him as I held him in place, pinning him to his bed. My hands ran all over his shoulders, broad and muscular, built like a football player’s. We both felt absolutely euphoric as our deep, masculine moans filled the room. The moans were loud enough that the students on the other side of the wall could easily hear them, but I didn’t care about any noise complaints as I fucked him harder and harder. After half an hour of fucking, he both hit our orgasm at almost exactly the same time. I ejaculated inside his tight hole, my hot, sticky seed flooding his insides as Nate came all over his abs. At this point I was exhausted and still hungover and I basically fell on top of him on his bed. We were both panting and out of breath.

“I knew you were a good fucker, bro.” he whispered seductively as he kissed me. We stayed in that position for several minutes until we heard the door open.

“Yo, Nate! Did you do it? How did it go?” a voice asked, shouting loudly from the other room. I recognized the voice as Brett’s. He peeked into the room, witnessing the two of us cuddling together naked. To be honest, I thought he would’ve been grossed out. Guess I had the wrong idea about him.

“Better than expected, dude,” Nate responded. He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked in front of his roommate and that we just got back from our trip to Pound Town.

“He looks way better this way, don’t you agree, bro? But man, dude, now I know why you wanted him to be a pledge so bad. I was wondering why you wouldn’t fuck any of those sexy sorority babes. More for me, I guess.”

A week passed and by then, I joined the frat officially. Me and Nate started dating shortly after, but none of our bros minded. It didn’t matter if we were gay, we were still brothers. I also learned how Nate met Brett. He was taking a tour of the campus over the summer and he ran into Brett who was recruiting people for the frat. Brett took a liking to him and kinda took him under his wing like some sort of mentor and they started hanging out since he only lived a town away from us. Brett was our age, but he had more seniority and authority because his older brother Brad was very popular within the frat. Turns out Brett and some of the upperclassmen knew how to turn guys into the ideal bros for their frat. They wanted to bolster their numbers to make Sigma Lambda Chi the biggest and coolest frat in the state, with the biggest bros and the biggest parties, and naturally both me and Nate were chosen. Not that either of us minded. Nate joined the football team with Brett and some other guys in the frat, and the rest of us would go watch them play every game. Our section of the stadium was always the loudest and rowdiest, especially when one of our bros scored a touchdown.

Apparently I grew a ton during the night that I was with Nate, but I was too drunk to notice just how massive I had become. It must’ve been something in the beer, huhu. I started working out with Nate and Brett, and sometimes some other bros too. I even ended up changing my major. I chose business because my bros said that it was the easiest shit ever and I wasn’t feeling psychology anymore. I didn’t really feel like thinking much anymore and I found that focusing on education so much was a chore and that I was wasting my college experience. I’d rather be partying and drinking or hanging out with the bros at the frat house, watching sports, playing video games, or playing ball outside. I got to see why Nate grew to enjoy this lifestyle so much, and I was mad at myself for not seeing his point of view sooner.

Three years later, me and Nate are still dating and we’re set to graduate this semester. We’re thinking about getting a place in the city not too far from campus, probably with Brett and another friend of ours to save money on rent. We’ll probably still throw parties every weekend like we used to. College was such a memorable experience and I wish I could live it again. I only have Nate, Brett, and all my other bros to thank for making college awesome for me.

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moodyhaaze · 1 year

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❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt3 — dateables

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex, but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

a/n. this took me way longer than necessary to write. had this in the works since JULY. TENTH. michael have mercy

< part 1 - older bros | part 2 - younger bros >

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

is aware that his position of Demon Prince is one that’s rather advantageous. He keeps this especially in mind when it comes to his lover. Diavolo is also very aware of his overwhelming demeanor that his loyal subjects know all too well, but the human world has yet to see that side of him. He’s his usual bubbly and extroverted self when he first meets your ex, but when mention is made that this is, in fact, your ex, his whole disposition changes. He’s standing taller, his broad shoulders squared, his glare narrowed on the target before him. He had all but flared his wings and flashed his horns fully in his demon form. It doesn’t take long for your ex to take notice of this and politely and very quickly excuse themself and head the opposite direction of you and Diavolo. “Oh, it’s a shame that our conversation ended so quickly!” It’s not that you hadn’t noticed his swift change in tune, but you certainly weren’t going to question it or mind it, really. Diavolo loops your arm in his and start you all in the opposite direction your ex had walked, “I saw a flyer for a carnival in town, let’s head that way!”

— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

is pretty low key and honestly doesn’t even react to your ex showing up. Well, not on the outside at least. The utmost decorum and poise is expected of Barbatos, but his thoughts can be rather ruthless. If your ex approaches, Barbatos will exchange niceties but swiftly move you away from the conversation with whatever lie he can muster. “Come now, my dear, we mustn’t be late for an appointment with the Young Master.” You were a little confused what he meant because you weren’t aware of any appointments with Diavolo, but you roll with it, say your goodbye, and begin walking with Barbatos towards the shops. He keeps an arm around you, grip tight on your shoulder. “Forgive me, my love, but I couldn’t spend not one more second around that scoundrel,” he confesses. You’re a little taken aback, not really pegging Barbatos as jealous type. So, you question him, asking him if he really was jealous. And to your surprise, he says yes, “Well, of course I was. They got to know you long before I did. Got to touch you long before I did. Perhaps even experienced sides of you I’ve yet to experience. But, in due time, I will know every inch of you. Every thought. Everything. You are mine, my dear, I won’t let anyone else have you now.”

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

is absolutely the jealous type. But the silent anger type of jealousy, much like Barbatos. Simeon will exchange a hello and maybe even a handshake and do it all with a smile, but on the inside this man is seething. As the conversation with your ex wraps up and the three of you share your goodbyes you notice Simeon is quiet. You ask if he’s all right and he responds, “Yes, I’m okay, my little lamb. I just…” He trails off, looking dejected and blatantly avoiding eye contact with you, “Did you enjoy talking to them?” Simeon speaks low and, it was hard to hear, it almost sounded like he asked through gritted teeth. You tell him you neither hated it or loved it. Simeon looks relieved and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as his eyes settle on a nearby flower shop. As he redirects your paths to the shop he continues, “I can’t believe how angry I just got.” Simeon lets out a small laugh, “I can’t think of another time I got that angry that quickly. When I saw you smiling at them the same way you smile at me…” You reassure him that you would never smile for anyone like that but him and he seems relieved yet again. He purchases you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and you both head back to the Devildom where Simeon walks you home. He makes sure to give you a slow, deep kiss in front of the door right in view of Mammon who was about to let you in.

— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍

will get very clingy after a run in with your ex. After you mention to him that you see your ex across the way he’s quick to yank you the opposite direction, much to the dismay of his enemy in question. Solomon grabs your hand with a tight grip and with his other he’s using magic to teleport the two of you back to Purgatory hall. You try to question him as to why he’s acting this way but he’s quick to silence you before you can even ask, “Surely you don’t think I’d like meddling with your ex?” You cross your arms, giving him the same silent glare a mother would use with her child. “Oh, come on, love. I’m sorry, okay?” Solomon insists as he steps towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. As he looks at you with pleading eyes, he slowly begins trailing his hands down your shoulders, resting them on your upper arms. Before you can even register it, his fingers are tickling your underarms. You let out a huge laugh as you try to wrestle away from him but he quickly subdues you by pressing your back into his chest. His arms lock around you, his hands roaming farther and farther down your torso, stopping just above the waistband of your bottoms. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” You feel him smirk against your neck right before he smothers the skin in bruises.

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a/n pt2. i’m not sure why i blanked so hard on diavolo’s, simeon’s, and solomon’s but i just could not figure out what i wanted to write for them. quite frankly, i think these hc’s for them suck. i just wanted this out of my drafts desperately. at least barb’s turned out pretty good, imo.

cross posted to ao3.

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zoandreez · 1 year

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hiding in plain sight . (prologue)

pairing: ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

summary: your mother worked alongside miles quartitch in the sky people battle. as a dreamwalker, similar to grace, she got pregnant (occurrence unknown.) after miles' death, the sky people retreated. you grew up alone on pandora, afraid of what was outside of your make-shift sanctuary, until one day you go hunting and bump into some of the sullys.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: like 2 seconds of angst

as you frantically scrambled around your hut of trees and leaves, a ripped (and mostly fluff-less) pillow, and organization of old blankets you found from the abandoned pods, the day you had been dreading for a few weeks had finally came.

you were out of food.

of course, for any na'vi this is no big deal, all they have to do is go hunting. however, in your case it isn't exactly that easy. the other omaticayan do not know you exist. your mother, jasmine brooks, worked for miles quartitch, who (you quickly learned) wasn't the best person to know on pandora. during the sky people war, your mother as a dream walker was concieved. although the answers to how are still unknown, you were born with five fingers, five toes, and eyebrows, resembling human features more than na'vi. the sky people had no time to react, and with no clue how to deal with you, abandoned you.

luckily, you were just about 3 years old when they abandoned you and understood the basics of life-- walking, peeling fruits and such. you had to train yourself to hunt, to make your own loincloths, and other necessities. you never went hunting much, in fear you would be discovered. so, once every three months, you would wait until night to hunt until the sun rose, to have enough food for the next few months.

the last cycle was five months ago, thank eywa for that. however, you knew you were too lucky, as your next hunting spree would need to begin today. in the morning. you had no food for the rest of the day, and you didn't want to hold out, you were skinny and rationed enough. you grabbed your bow and your arrows and carefully snuck out of your hut, beginning your day-long hunt.

about an hour has passed, and it seemed to be going great so far. you had quite a bit of spartan and yovo fruits to get you through for a week, and you decided you'd get your months worth stash next week. on your way back, you had begun to dig into a yovo fruit, one of the smaller ones, when suddenly you heard murmurs.

"tuk, keep up!" you heard a boy shout.

your ears tilted up as you turned your head in the direction of the noise. you said nothing as you backed away, afraid running would bring too much attention your way.

"bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" you heard another boy say, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

something about the scene, instead of scaring you, enticed you. you inched closer to the voices, finally stopping behind a tree. you peeked between two branches like a window as you stared at the 4. it was a na'vi boy, braids pulled back into a ponytail, leading the group. quickly following behind was a na'vi girl, younger than the rest, swaying her tail as she leapt across the log following him. a taller girl, strolled behind casually, as the human boy caught your attention, with a breathing mask on.

"she's such a crybaby." the na'vi boy huffed, and the steps on the grass you once heard stopped. "she's all, 'i'm telling! you're not supposed to go to the battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'"

the youngest one, most likely who tuk is, stuck her tongue out at the na'vi boy. you smiled at her remark. the older girl blurted out a quick "don't pick at her," looking at him with disapproval.

they continued on their path, and you quickly ran to drop your fruit off and follow them. it looked like they were heading to the pods, and miles' old suit. you passed by thousands of times, breathing in your mothers old mask or sitting in her pod (unfortunately someone seven, eight feet tall cant lay in a five foot pod.) you followed the familiar path as the four began to speak again.

"come on," na'vi boy spoke again. as he climbed up to the crashed ships, the three of the other companions followed.

"oh, sick." the human boy called. you began to walk further out, uninterested in the chance of "any dead bodies up there," that tuk claims to want to see. you followed the older na'vi girl, as she walked further into the nature. she brushed her fingertips against the branches and lifted her arms to twirl with the leaves, before eventually laying down in the grass. you stepped closer to her, before freezing. you saw the many atokirina that flew ahead of you, and calmly circled themselves onto the girl.

you stared in awe as she lay asleep, the spirit seeds of eywa sitting on her, before they buzzed away. it was like she just got blessed? you had no clue what happened, and reached out to one of the atokirina to graze it-

"hey!" your head whipped up to the human boy. you quickly took off, brushing past him. "what were you doing? get back here!" he shouted, dashing after you before he shouted.

"lo'ak! tackle that girl, i think she hurt kiri!" you looked around, for any signs of lo'ak, the now name-assigned na'vi boy. after not seeing him, you took off for safety before you were pinned down by lo'ak.

"who are you?" he blurted out.

"get off me!" you protested, twisting and turning as you reached for your knife.

he quickly stopped you, but froze when he grabbed your hand. slowly, he put his hand up to yours. it took you a minute to realize what he was doing, until you looked. your hands matched up perfectly, but that isn't supposed to happen unless..

"are you a dreamwalker?" you both asked, and looked at each other in shock. "what do you mean are you a dreamwalker? stop copying me. why are you saying everything i say? stop it!"

the human boy interjected. "wait, what are you guys talking about, 'dreamwalker?'"

"she has five fingers."

the boy turned to look at you, before walking up and looking at her hands. "so, what- do we take her to dad?" "no way, he'll kill us if he knew we came this far."

"he'll kill us if we don't tell him the sky people are back."

you watched the two argue for a moment, before lo'ak finally sighed and gave in. he looked back at you. "sorry dreamwalker, gotta turn you in to big boss." he said before tapping his neck, as you caught sight of the little mic he had.

"but i'm not a dreamwalker."

the boys both froze and looked at you. "so, what are you?" the human boy said.

"well, my mother was. i'm just.. a freak." you said, wiggling your pinky.

lo'ak hesitated for a bit, looking at you. he had no clue whether to believe you or not. he grew up thinking he was a freak for his fifth finger, his eyebrows, his demon blood. now, this girl that laid before him could be like him. or, she could be what he's sworn to not. a sky person. a demon. he pressed his mic.

"devil dog, devil dog this is eagle eye, over." he spoke.

after a moment, they heard static and then a male voice spoke. "eagle eye, send your traffic." the male said. you stared off into the distance.

"we found this girl, she looks like an avatar, but she says shes not a dreamwalker. she has five fingers though, and we've never seen her before." you had begun to wriggle under his grasp, not wanting to be caught. "let me go!" you protested.

"where are you?" the male on the other line said. lo'ak looked at the now returned human boy, with kiri, and hesitated before answering. kiri mouthed a snarky remark to lo'ak that you couldn't hear, but it made lo'ak wince.

"oh. we're.. we're um.. attheoldshack." he said quickly.

"who's we? who's with you?"

"me, kiri, spider... tuk."

you heard a faint gasp in the speaker on his neck, and looked over at tuk as she said to kiri, "is dad coming for us?"

"dad's coming for lo'ak's ass, definitely." lo'ak hit kiri on the shoulder, as he continued to lean on you with his knee on your back, one hand pinning your wrists together.

this just acts as a prologue for a series i have coming, i figured i should get practice writing in!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #navi x reader #demonbloood!reader #ao'nung x reader #aonung x reader #aonung x omaticayan!reader #ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

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johnnycakesswitch · 2 months

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few random hcs i figured i’d share!

Ponyboy grows taller than Darry by maybe 2 inches-he’s always been uber small for his age but by the time he’s 16 he just shoots up in height and is suddenly clumsier than Soda. His appetite also spikes and he gets SO mad because “I just ate why am I hungry again 😡” like bro gets so angry 😭

Darry is actually super good with little kids and babies. He makes faces at babies in the stores to make them laugh and I kinda like to headcanon his second job is a daycare worker or something because he just is super good with little kids and he just loves kids man

Also I saw the one about him having a super contagious laugh and I feel like it’s like that with all three Curtises-it’s not too hard to make Darry laugh surprisingly-if you tell him some dark humor joke he will die laughing-he has South Park humor lol-Soda LOVES dad jokes and puns. I don’t know why but I feel like if you make any sort of pun around him he’s just dying laughing. Pony’s the hardest to make laugh-he probably has teenage boy humor honestly-either that or he likes dry/sarcastic humor. if you manage to make any of them laugh then everyone in the room is laughing

Soda was a thumb sucker as a baby and needed braces as a kid but he pulled it off-he has the most beautiful teeth now though and he gets complimented on his smile a lot

I like to think Mr. Curtis was gigantic, like 6’7’’ and broad like Darry and Mrs. Curtis was pretty tall too-maybe 6’ or so, so all three Curtis brothers end up being pretty tall (Soda is the shortest tho-he doesn’t care tho because his mentality is “my brothers are bigger than me, bigger brothers = more brothers to cuddle” so he’s honestly just happy being the smallest (he’s 5’11’’ or so

Johnny shoots up in height too like Dally was out in the cooler for a few months and he gets out and Johnny is just towering over him like “hey Dal” and Dally’s so angry-

That’s all! No pressure to answer this, just figured i’d share!

Yay hcs!!! Pls always send me some I love yours! I’m gonna talk about them one by one

• I love the idea of Pony getting taller but also clumsier, he doesn’t know what to do with all the extra height now 😭 he totally just walks like a baby deer. And omg Darry and Soda can hardly keep up with his appetite when Pony has a growth spurt

• I love that Darry is good with babies, I can so see him being a daycare worker! I feel like when he was younger maybe Two-Bit’s mom would give him a couple dollars if she could afford it to watch his little sister and he was SO good with her. Even as she grows up she loves Darry bc she spent a lot of time at their house when she was little, I hc her to be decently younger than Two-Bit I don’t remember what I’ve said before but I think I ask I hc her to be like 7 or 8?

• I love that all the brothers have different humor, it’s so silly. Darry having dark humor is part of why he and Dally get along so well, they say the craziest shit to each other you can hear them cackling from rooms away

• I think Soda would be adorable with braces 😭😭 he probably had them kinda young like 12-14ish and he took such good care of his teeth because he wanted a beautiful smile when they came off and that’s exactly what he got 😌

• i definitely think everyone in the Curtis family is tall too- Soda definitely ends up being the smallest but he does love it

• Johnny getting taller than Dally 😭 I can so see him shooting up in height and maybe even bulking up a little and Dally is just like what the FUCK

Thank you for sending these I loved them!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #dally winston #asks

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themsource · 1 month

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Crime N(ever) Pays

Rating: M Pairing: UF!Sans/Frisk TW: Smoking

Sans frowned as he searched a pocket of one of the many basketball shorts littering his bedroom floor, his crimson colored eyelights glancing up at his ceiling with growing irritation as he dug around only to feel a few crumpled receipts and random G lining the inside.

“ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me…” He grumbled as he threw the shorts down and went over to his dresser to search his barren sock drawer.

And of course, even that was empty too.

He slammed it shut. “the fuck does a guy have ta do to get a damned smoke around here!?”

Sighing, Sans ran a hand over the top of his skull. He could have sworn he’d bought more than one pack last week, three at most the last time he’d gone out shopping on his day off, but from how it was looking he hadn’t.

Unless he was finally losing his mind.

of course i’d lose my marbles after gettin’ out of the underground… just my fuckin’ luck…

Letting out a huff he stomped out of his room, not bothering to hide his frustration as he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him. Predictably his brother’s voice echoed out from the kitchen as he made his way grumpily down the stairs, “DON’T SLAM THE DOORS! I JUST REPLACED THE FRAMES!”

Sans rolled his eyelights as he ignored him.

“i’m goin’ ta the store! be back in a sec!”

“DAMNIT SANS, DINNER IS ALMOST READY! I SWEAR IF YOU AREN’T BACK IN TEN MINUTES I’LL—”

The rest of his brother’s diatribe was forgotten as it faded in the background, Sans’ eyelights honing in on and dilating as they locked on Frisk seated on the couch. She’d come over to spend the weekend with them as was tradition since they came topside six years ago, the skeleton brothers being her second favorite friends to visit aside from Alphys and Mettaton, and she never missed a visit much to Sans’ amusement and Papyrus’ joy.

But the fact she was there wasn’t what drew the older skeleton brother’s attention.

It was what was dangling from his lips, piping red at the tip as it burned crisp and hot before a gentle plume of white smoke drifted up into the air.

At first, Sans was shocked.

Ever since she turned eighteen Frisk had been trying more daring things and sampling more questionable vices, experimenting, as all teenagers and young adults should. However seeing her dare to do that in his and Papyrus’ house was mind blowing.

Frisk knew how Papyrus could get, he didn’t like anything questionable going on in his home, especially one of the habits he found the most deplorable: smoking. Sans actively had to make sure he stepped outside every time he wanted to light up. It was the very reason he’d even built their doorless balcony, as a place he could go without worry about upsetting his bro and to avoid being an open target for other monsters back when they were still a hundred feet in the dirt.

But then he quickly became amused as he smirked at her.

Sans went to make a cheeky comment about Papyrus’ latest gardening hobby and how that might tie into a pretty little plot with the Frisk’s name on it, before he narrowed his sockets.

There was a gold band with the MTT insignia on the filter.

…was that one of his cigarettes?

Frisk glanced up at him just as his eyelights flickered up, and their gazes locked.

A sweat drop ran the side of her cheek.

this little shit!

Well, she wasn’t so little anymore, in fact she was taller than him now by about an inch, but that didn’t change the fact that stealing his smokes was such a bratty move he wanted to literally bend her over his knee and spank her.

…his eyelights drifted down to her small chest, perky beneath her sweater dress despite its modest size.

On second thought, doing that probably wouldn’t have been the best idea. He knew the moment he felt any supple part of her press against him he would more than likely try to push the envelope. It was no secret how attractive she’d gotten or well developed.

Sans was a man, a skeleton monster, but still a man, and he’d noticed a long time ago now before many others had, the surprising and captivating changes Frisk had gone through.

Admittedly, he couldn’t help still feeling tempted to teach her a lesson though. One in a way that he knew he would enjoy the longer he stared at her and took in her beautiful figure and increasingly worried and guilty expression.

While Sans was feeling more and more tempted, Frisk was becoming more nervous.

She didn’t like that cold and calculating look in his gaze.

“is that mine?” He drawled, his voice a dark and menacing pitch as his eyelights gave a soul piercing pulse of maliciousness with how they brightened and dimmed.

Frisk instantly regretted her actions.

She hadn’t seen that look since the underground when they’d first met, his voice harsher and words acidic.

Truth be told, Frisk hadn’t wanted to steal his cigarettes, but she’d been just so curious to try them, and she’d known both Toriel and Asgore wouldn’t have allowed her to buy them when she was just seventeen.

‘It’d only be one cigarette’, she’d promised herself back then, and then one had turned into two, and then three. Before she knew it she’d been stealing Sans’ packs on the regular and had developed a habit by the time her birthday rolled around a week later.

Not a habit really… she didn’t smoke every day, maybe twice a week, but she did start hoarding when she did take them.

And this time she had to admit that maybe she’d been a bit too greedy, otherwise Sans wouldn’t have come down so unexpectedly to go get more and seen her. She knew this was typically when he’d be out on the balcony, he always went for a smoke before dinner, and she’d ruined the nightly ritual.

Five minutes was all she usually took, and apparently all she needed to get caught.

It was just bad timing that Papyrus was currently in the middle of having the bathroom cleaned and she’d been forced to try and sneak it in the living room while the younger brother stopped to make the evening meal.

Frisk would've gone outside to smoke, but she knew that she’d have gotten busted for trying to go out in the snow based on suspicion alone. The brothers knew she hated the cold. It was why she always wore sweaters and the like.

She swallowed thickly the longer Sans pinned her in place with his glare. Frisk did NOT want Sans to get angry. He still scared her to this day with his temper even if it wasn’t nearly as bad as all those years ago.

“U-um…” She pulled the cigarette away, trying to speak through a lungful, “Sans I—”

Frisk didn’t get a chance to speak and explain herself.

Sans was across the room in one moment, and right in front of her the next, his hand cupping her chin.

Right before he leaned in and captured her mouth with his.

Frisk jolted, the ridges of his grin coming down to lock with her lips in the facsimile of a kiss as he held her in place and pried her pliant lips easily apart with his tongue in a single brush. A whimper almost slipped out but died where it rose within her filled chest.

He stole her breath, literally.

Sans gently drew the air from her lungs, as if a caress, with a single soft and deep inhale.

Frisk was frozen, her heart hammering as her cheeks flushed and her eyes opened to reveal their golden hues in stunned silence.

Sans’s SOUL gave a spine-tingling thrum at the sight.

Frisk rarely opened her eyes, if ever. How she managed to navigate with them closed he never knew, and had often thrown it up to the fact that she carried more magic within her than the average human nowadays, allowing her to see without seeing.

Those honey colored irises did more to him than the kiss did.

He pulled back, his hand still cupping her chin as he brushed a gloved thumb along the side of her jaw and slowly blew out a breath, exhaling the smoke that’d been shared between them with another fiery pulse of his eyelights.

Sans' tone was rough, an octave lower from the tainted air with thickened accent, “shouldn’ smoke sweetheart, it’s bad fer ya.”

She was still frozen, locked in place like a statue, as he casually released her chin to reach down into her sweater’s right pocket and pulled out one of the two missing cigarette packs. With a glance he saw there was only one missing from it.

He was willing to bet she’d already smoked the other one.

With a hum he straightened and tapped the pack against his palm, causing one of the sticks to shoot up right before he plucked it free with his teeth as he pulled out his lighter and lit it. Sans took a deep drag and closed his sockets, savoring it.

It was relieving, but not as satisfying as it’d been when he’d stolen Frisk’s.

He glanced down at her as he blew out another billowing cloud through his sharp teeth.

“stay away from my smokes, capiche?”

Frisk could only nod, her hands trembling as she looked down and timidly bit her lip.

cute.

“hey boss! c’mere, somethin’ i wanna show ya!”

Frisk jolted, and gasped in shock and betrayal as Sans took another drag and filled the air with more gray tinged vapor, before abruptly shortcutting to his balcony and leaving her to her fate.

“WHAT IS IT SANS—”

Sans leaned against the wall of the house and chuckled as soon as he heard the realization and offence in Papyrus' voice.

“FRISK! HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING?! IN MY LIVING ROOM!?”

Sans glanced up at the starry sky as he listened to the chaos inside, his thoughts all circling back to how Frisk’s lips had felt against his. He secretly hoped she did steal another pack from him.

He welcomed her to try.

#undertale au #underfell #frans #sans/frisk #fanfiction #my writing

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naviaknell777 · 1 year

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Hello again! (Gosh am requesting a lot)

Can i please request rottmnt of leo x little sister!mutant turtle! reader?

Request type: fic, comedy, platonic, happy ending.

Plot: the story is about reader who's about 10 years old, of course she's rarely allowed to get out of lair due to her age and her begin weak but god she have such sonic energy, she can't stop running, jumping..etc.

So it's obvious on patrols the brothers have to leave someone behind to babysit her & it's leo's turn, leo was understatementing babysit job as he put reader in living room to watch mlp and went to his room to read a comic book, time pass & he went to check on reader only for her to vanish, leo panic as he go get the baby tracker Donnie made for reader & he found out she's outside the lair.

So leo's job is to find reader, get her back home before his brothers find out or he won't hear the end of it from raph especially.

“Babysitting”

ROTTMNT - Leo x little sister! Reader

Notes: not proof read, and might have made it unintentionally a bit angstier than I hoped hehe. Enjoy!

“Okay, Leo, it’s your turn to babysit,” Donnie said as he played around with the tech screen projected from his armband, using it to investigate further about the wild mutant activity going on upstate.

“Oh, sure, I’ll babysit” Leo started, inching a bit closer to Donnie “But if you three get pizza afterward without me - I mean us… We won’t be happy turtles.”

“Yeah! I’ll beat you all up!” Y/N exclaimed, jumping to the conversation and now standing next to Leo.

“Uh-huh, sure, okay” Donnie mumbles, still focusing on his tech. Y/N reached up and tugged on the long ends of Leo’s mask, pulling on it to get his attention. When he looked down at her, she smiled, latching onto him and climbing up his form, pulling herself on him and climbing up to sit on the top of his blue shell.

Leo sighed, “I feel like you’ve been getting more and more rambunctious lately, [nickname]”

“Nah, I’m just growing taller” She replied.

“My calculations say at this rate she’ll be as tall as Raph when she gets around our age… but regardless, we should get going,” Donnie said, his tech screen dissipating and looking to Raph and Mikey so they can start heading out.

“Haha, I’ll be taller than you when I’m your age, Leo, you’re such a loser!” Y/N teased, letting go of Leo and falling backward onto the floor.

“Also, don’t forget to set an alarm for 8, Leo, she’s gonna need to eat by then and -“ Raph started.

“She can’t remember for herself?” Leo asked.

“Nope!” Y/N answered “Too lazy, and I don’t have a phone yet”

“Oh, and Y/N!” Mikey rushed over to Y/N, grabbing her face “do not watch the ending of season three without me, I have a sense It’ll be really good, okay? Or else I will not be a happy turtle.” Y/N simply nodded, feeling a shiver down her spine.

“Okay, see ya!” Mikey headed towards the sewer exit first, followed by Raph.

Donnie turned to Leo, “Remember to not let her on the surface, okay? The last thing she needs is to get hurt” He headed out as well.

“Pfft, Donnie can be such a stick sometimes, I know you won’t go above to the surface, especially without me, right, [nickname]?” Leo turned to Y/N.

“Well… Why can’t I go out again?” Y/N mumbled, focusing on playing with her fingers as she now said cross on the floor.

Leo sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “You’re too young to go by yourself, Y/N… you haven’t had as much training as us, if something bad happens, you won’t be able to hold your own… you know? It’d just be better if you don’t go into the city with us in the first place.”

Y/N continued to look down and just nodded, “Yeah, I get it, that makes sense.”

“Great!” Leo stood up, “Now if you excuse me, I got some reading to catch up on, [nickname]”

“Huh? You’re not gonna hang out with me?” Y/N, looked up at Leo as if the tender moment between them hadn’t happened. ‘Does he really not care…or does he not know what he just said to me?’

“Well, now that the bros aren’t here it gives me some quiet time to read the Jupiter Jim special edition issue where he fights laser unicorns on Pluto! But don't worry, I’ll be sure to hang out with you later tonight, okay? I gotta come out here to make you food anyway” He said, walking towards his room with his hands behind his head.

Y/N nodded, getting up and wiping away some loose tears she tried to hold back, “Okay, that makes sense.. I’ll just watch some My Little Pony then”

“Sounds good, [nickname]!” Leo said dismissively as he locked himself away in his room. Y/N stood up, attempting to swallow away the knot in her throat that was getting tighter. She walks over to the recliner that Splinter was sleeping on, puts the My Little Pony DVDs in, and projects it on the white screen. She sat next to her father’s chair, hugging herself as she sighed, and pressed play.

. . .

Leo grumbled when he heard his alarm for making food for Y/N go off, pulling away the Jupiter Jim comic that was on top of his phone and stopping the alarm. “Okay, time to feed the rascal…” he mumbled, taking off his blanket and leaving his room to the kitchen.

He prepared some frozen pasta in the run-down microwave, food stains, and splatters covering the appliance inside and out. “I’m making some leftover pasta for you, [nickname], Don’t complain about it, 'cause I think it’s the last edible thing in the kitchen” He yelled towards the living room, still facing the microwave as it headed up the frozen dish. He then opened the utensil drawer, “Now, do you want the big fork or the small fork? I know you love your small forks, but they’re all in the sink and I don’t feel like doing the dishes, and it's faster to eat it with a regular-sized fork, right?" He turned around and made his way to the living room,

“Heard what I said? [nickname]?” He didn’t see her anywhere. He looked around for her in the living room where My Little Pony was still playing.

“Tell me that my friends are lying to me and avoiding me because they don’t like my parties and they don’t want to be my friends anymore!” A pink character said on screen that took his attention for a second, growing a bit more tense as he continued his search for Y/N. He checked her room, and all of her brother's rooms, and reluctantly, he checked the sewer opening, seeing it left ajar a bit.

Leo smacked himself in the face, “Why’d she have to go up there of all places! Ugh if Raph finds out…” He races towards his room, getting the emergency tracker that Donnie had made previously in case of emergencies. He checked the tracker, “Where… where is that…?�� He looked at the tracker, turning it upside-down and reading the text of Y/N’s location “New Jersey?! How’d she manage to get all the way to New Jersey already?”

. . .

In reality, following the train system, it was only a thirty-minute ride to a university in New Jersey, but Y/N was on the move. She jumped from building to building, albeit a bit clumsily.

“Ah, that wind feels so nice! Ah, and the stars are so pretty!” Y/N said to herself, continuing to run and smile in the process, feeling freer than ever before - the feeling on the concrete on her feet, the wind in her face, the refreshing cool spring air in her face. She stopped on the last building of the block, looking up at the stray stars that peeked through the city smog.

She took a seat at the edge of the building, tightening her loose mask and looking up to the stars. “If only Leo could enjoy this with me…”

“Why didn’t you just say that? That way I didn’t have to go on this wild goose chase to find you, Y/N!” Leo yelled from across the building, trying to catch his breath. Y/N turned around, tensing a bit seeing Leo sweaty and tired from trying to find her, seeing him hold the black device with a purple screen that was glowing light.

“What? You tracked me or something, Leo?” She said.

“You left without telling me”

“You were sleeping!”

“That doesn’t matter, Y/N!”

“You would’ve gotten mad at me for wanting to go outside the lair…”

“I wouldn’t have, I promise. But you know the rules-“

“I don’t like the rules”

“They’re there for your safety, Y/N! You’re not strong enough yet, we-“

“But I made it here all by myself and I’m fine! You guys just…” Y/N sighed and took a seat, legs dangling over the edge of the building again. Leo walked over to her, sitting down next to her. “I feel like you guys make me seem weaker than I am… I can do things too, like cook for myself, go out, at least with you guys…”

“We don’t let you cook because with your speed you spill everything, make a mess, and put a fork in the microwave”

“You guys didn’t tell me it would explode! And you leave all your dishes out for bugs to lick at, you’re messy too!”

“…okay well to be fair I didn’t make that rule, Raph did.”

“And I don’t like that Raph won’t let me do easy things, like using the vacuum and stuff!”

“I think he’s worried you’ll explode that too… we could barely afford a new microwave, [nickname]”

“Yeah… but, like, you guys don’t trust me with things. Or myself. It makes me, um…” Y/N started growing a bit more nervous, the knot in her throat coming back, preventing her from speaking.

“Sad? Is that what you mean?” Leo asked. Y/N nodded. Leo wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a tight hug, and she soon returned it, her eyes watering a bit.

“I’m… sorry, Y/N. I suppose we’ve just seen you as our baby sister for too long.. You’re growing up… and literally, too, I sure hope you don’t end up being as tall as Raph, that’s a bit scary to imagine. Regardless, I’m sorry… Why don’t we go home and talk about this with our brothers, okay? I suppose the rest of them, including Raph, need to realize that you’re out a baby anymore. Does that sound okay?”

His sister nodded, and slowly let go of the hug. Leo gave her a soft smile, wiping away the stray tears on her cheeks.

“Let’s go home, yeah? Before our brothers find out you snuck out, especially Raph… He’ll go bananas. It’s a long way home… I’m actually proud that you managed to get here by yourself without getting hurt, and I saw you running, I’m impressed how fast you are! How did you find your way all the way to New Jersey anyway?” He asked, standing up and taking Y/N’s hand in his.

She signed to him as they journeyed home, “I just followed where my heart took me.”

——

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bigmusclenm · 2 years

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Bigger, Bro? - Part 2

[Part 1][●]

It’s been three months since the day Gabe moved in with his older brother and things have changed a lot. Kyle has no idea what’s happening but Gabe has been getting bigger really fast and has even grown taller. It doesn’t make any sense because even though anyone can gain some muscle, it’s not normal for an 18 years old boy to grow almost a whole foot in height in just three months.

“What’s wrong bro? You look… distant”. Gabe says while both of them walk to the gym like every day. Gabe is just an inch shorter than Kyle by now and the rest of his body is almost as big as Kyle’s. Every single inch of Gabe’s body has grown to be as perfect as Kyle’s big body. Both of them have weighed themselves the night before and Gabe is just 3 pounds lighter than Kyle and it really shows. “Nothing, I just… I’m just proud of you little bro. You’ve done an amazing job so far”. Klye says trying to be nice and pats Gabe’s strong shoulders. Gabe smiles big at his older brother but he knows that’s a huge lie, Kyle is just jealous of how much he has gained in such a short time and today, that inch and those 3 pounds that make Kyle the bigger brother will both be a thing of the past.

As soon as they get in the gym, Kyle goes with his buddies and Gabe sneaks into the locker room like every day. Since that first time when he met the biggest man he has ever seen, he comes back every day to get his daily “treatment”. Over the last three months he has been sucking on the huge man’s dick and swallowing the huge loads that the man is able to provide. He’s still unsure about what the man is since nobody else can see him but the only thing that matters to Gabe is that the man’s cum is making him grow.

So, Gabe gets in a private bathroom where he’s not supposed to have access to but he knows nobody will mind and as soon as he gets in, the man shows up and even after all these months, Gabe can’t believe how big and hot this man is. “Hello little boy. Perfect timing as always. How are you feeling today?” The man asks and Gabe smiles. “Great. I mean, look at me… I’m better than I ever thought was possible and you promised I’ll be outgrowing Kyle today so… this will definitely be the best day of my life”. Gabe says and gets closer to the huge man, whose dick is already hard and looks ready to feed Gabe with even more cum. But right when Gave is about to lock his lips around the huge head of the man’s dick, the man stops him. “Today will be different. If you wanna outgrow your brother… you gotta pay a higher price than just sucking me off”. Gabe looks confused and then the man pulls him closer and grabs Gabe’s ass cheeks with his big hands. Immediately Gabe understands what he means.

Gabe thinks about the offer for a while because he has never ever considered taking a dick up his ass, even less if the dick is as huge as this man’s dick is but… the idea of him finally becoming the bigger brother is simply too good to dismiss the offer. “But… I don't think it’ll fit. Look at you and… I haven’t… you know… ever”. Gabe says and the man smiles. “It’ll fit, believe me. But it’ll still hurt. That’s the price to pay for the size you want”. The man says and sits on a bench that’s in the corner of the bathroom with his dick pointing up, looking even more massive than before. Gabe hesitates for a minute and the man just looks at him waiting for an answer. “Okay… I better get really big”. Gabe says and takes his shorts off to reveal a pretty big dick and full balls, though a little bit smaller than Kyle’s. “You’ll be the biggest, I promise”. The man says and Gabe takes a deep breath.

A few minutes later, Kyle is wandering around the gym looking for Gabe and the young boy is nowhere to be seen. “Where the fuck did he go? Gonna hire a babysitter if he keeps getting lost like this”. Kyle says pretty angry and keeps looking for his younger brother until he gets tired of it and gets out of the gym to get a smoothie from the place across the street. Kyle is still trying to process the fact that his little brother is getting as big as he is and even though he’s kinda proud of him, he can’t deny the idea of Gabe getting bigger than him is just… horrible. “Maybe he has a hormonal disorder… I should take him to see a doctor before our parents find out he’s getting so big. Fuck… I can already hear mom making up a story to blame me for pumping his perfect little sun full with roids or something like that”. Kyle says when he’s getting out of the smoothies place and he hears loud cracking sounds coming from the gym. “The fuck is happening there?” Kyle says and wonders if Gabe is still in the gym.

Inside the gym, Gabe groans and runs out of the bathroom while his whole body is expanding. He has managed to fit the man’s dick in his hole and even though it hurt a lot, the man has fucked him and filled him with gallons of cum, expanding Gabe’s belly to the size of a small beachball. “Uggghhh what’s happening? I’m… getting too big”. Gabe says while he slowly walks toward the front door trying to adjust his clothes that are feeling tighter than ever. He looks around looking for Kyle but his older brother is not there. Gabe is starting to panic while his body is quickly outgrowing his clothes. He’s definitely bigger than Kyle by now but the growth isn’t stopping. “Dude… are you okay? Kyle was looking for you”. One of Kyle’s friends comes but then he notices Gabe’s body expanding and looks at him in horror. “Are you… growing?” the man says and soon a crowd forms around Gabe’s expanding body. “Where’s Kyle? I need this to stop”. Gabe says but nobody answers.

Gabe’s muscles keep expanding and he feels his back getting thicker and wider by the second. He’s definitely wider than regular door frames by now and that’s not even considering that his lats are getting so thick that his arms are rising thanks to them being so thick. He can’t put his arms down because of his lats and at the front he can barely curl his arms thanks to his biceps being too big. His pecs are expanding at an alarming rate and are almost rubbing against his chin by now. Tears are forming all over his t-shirt and the growth isn’t stopping. When Gabe tries to take a step toward the front door, he notices he can’t walk normally anymore. He has to waddle because his thighs have gotten so thick that they rub against each other permanently. Also, his shorts are barely holding on, his crotch feels extremely cramped inside them and his ass is just as tight. Everything is getting bigger and Gabe can’t stop it.

Gabe tries to run but it’s impossible while his thighs get thicker. The closer he gets to the door, the harder it’s for him to walk. He looks around and he notices that he’s now taller than anyone else, way taller than any other person he has known and still getting bigger. A few seconds later Gabe’s shirt finally gives up and it’s completely destroyed by his growing mass. Soon, the shorts and underwear have the same fate and Gabe is left completely naked in the middle of the gym while everyone is looking at him. He can’t estimate how big he is but everything is looking tiny next to him by now, even the front door. Gabe has to kneel to try to get out but then he notices his shoulders have gotten wider than the double doors too. It’s getting harder for him to move. His muscles are all fighting for space and when he tries to fit through the door, he hears the walls cracking and the double door’s metal frame bending. That’s when he sees his older brother getting closer. “Bro, help me… I… need this to stop”. Gabe shouts out and Kyle just stands in front of him in shock.

“What have you done?” Kyle asks while looking at his former-little brother. Gabe’s young face is still the same but the rest of him is simply out of this world. Gabe seems to be so tall that even though he’s kneeling really low, he’s as tall as the door. Gabe’s head is surrounded by muscles so his traps and pecs won’t let him move his neck that much. His shoulders are stuck in one of the widest doors Kyle has ever seen and it seems like if Gabe tries to move, the whole wall will fall down. Gabe’s pecs seem to have more meat on them than the biggest bodybuilders have in their whole bodies and his huge nipples are leaking… milk? How is that even possible? How any of this is even possible. Gabe’s arms are clearly bigger than Kyle’s whole body and the definition is simply insane. Kyle can see a wall of abs that look as hard as steel and the lower part of his little… or younger to be more accurate… brother is just unbelievable.

Gabe’s thighs are beyond three trunks sized but what’s between them is what calls Kyle’s attention. Gabe’s dick is several feet long and way thicker than Kyle’s torso. The massive cock is resting heavily on top of Gabe’s huge balls that are bigger than yoga balls. Apart from the size of Gabe’s dick, he’s uncontrollably leaking pre and forming a pool in front of him. Kyle looks at his brother up and down over and over again and he doesn’t know what to do. How will he explain this to his parents? How will Gabe live a normal life now? What if someone wants to experiment on him? Kyle has so many questions and Gabe’s face shows how terrified he is. “Bro, help me… please”. Gabe says and Kyle’s heart warms up but a crowd forms around Gabe, both inside and outside of the gym. People start taking pics, videos and even going LIVE right on the spot but Kyle and Gabe can’t focus on anything else but each other.

Then, everything around them starts getting colder. It feels like it’s about to snow or something. Gabe recognizes the feeling but Kyle is confused because it seems like nobody else notices. Kyle looks around and the crowd keeps looking at Gabe, unaware that there’s mist surrounding them. Then, the huge man that has gotten Gabe into this problem gets right by Kyle’s side and pats his shoulders. Kyle looks up at the big man and he can’t believe how big the man is and that he’s naked in front of the crowd but considering Gabe’s condition the man’s nakedness isn’t that shocking. “Look what you did to your brother”. The man says pointing at Gabe. “Who the fuck are you? I did nothing” Kyle says and Gabe looks surprised. “Wait… can you see him?” Gabe asks. “Who? This man? Of course I see him… I’m not blind”. Kyle says and the man laughs. “I think Gabe learned his lesson, coveting your brother’s size might be counterproductive but you… Kyle Thompson… you need to learn an even bigger lesson. You’re always bluffing about how big you are and your greed for size and attention will leave some big consequences”. The man laughs while Kyle and Gabe look at each other in horror.

The End

#big muscles #muscle #muscle man #huge muscles #muscles #big pecs #big biceps #muscle art

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punsmaster69 · 11 months

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24/OCT/20XX

[There's some stickers attached to this page. Sparkly stars, fall-themed ones, dog ones, and some colorful hearts. In the corner, a blue and purple heart have been stuck next to each other. It looks like an attempt to remove them was made, as the blue heart has a small tear.]

"Here."

to my forearm: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my coat sleeve: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my hand: stick.

"..thanks."

"Here."

to my forehead: stick.

"......"

"gonna just paste 'em all on me?"

"Only the ugly ones."

"ok."

"cool."

frisk peeled off the stickers they didn't like, and stuck them to me instead.

"Here."

"..what is that one?"

"No idea."

to my shoulder: stick.

"awesome."

"I RETURN WITH MORE MARKERS!!"

"...WHY ARE YOU COVERING SANS IN STICKERS?"

"For fun."

"i'm gonna look great."

"Totally."

paps set the marker box on the floor and sat beside them.

"Here."

to papyrus' cheekbone: stick.

"OH! THANK YOU."

"..WHAT WAS IT?"

"Red star."

"looks cool."

he stuck a red heart to frisk's cheek in return.

"Hey, Sans."

" 'sup?"

"Got an empty spot in your journal?"

"haven't written anything but the date yet, so go ahead."

they stuck a purple heart to the top-right corner.

"SANS, LOOK AT ME FOR A SECOND."

the second i turned my face, he stuck a blue star to my cheek.

"NOW WE MATCH!"

"neat."

when i turned back, there was a blue heart stuck as close as possible to the purple already on the corner.

"......"

"They're friends."

".........."

"Don't peel them off! Just let it happen."

"...funny today, huh?"

"Always, actually."

flipped through the sticker sheets until i found the ugliest sticker i could.

to frisk's forehead: stick.

"....YOU TWO ARE BARELY EVEN DRAWING ANYMORE!"

——

"i'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 short."

"Shortest out of all of us."

"FLOWERY IS TECHNICALLY THE SHORTEST, ISN'T HE?"

"𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 shortest out of all of us."

"not too long ago, you were the same height, y'know."

"And now I'm taller!"

"by two inches."

"Three! I grew some more."

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEWFOUND HEIGHT!"

"...."

"you drew me that short too, bro?"

"SANS, I'M SORRY, BUT YOU ARE..."

"SPACE EFFICIENT."

"Fun-sized."

"CARRYING HEIGHT."

"i-i got it. thanks."

——

"It appears they had quite a bit of fun with stickers."

"paps got a ton stuck to him as well."

"I saw that!"

"..They were not 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much trouble, I hope."

"nah. they're fun to be around."

"the kid's grown a pretty sarcastic sense of humor."

"I could not 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 imagine where they have gotten it from."

"it's really a mystery."

"Truly.."

i twisted open the cap on my water bottle and took a sip.

"...."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?"

i choked on the water.

"I- I suppose that is a bit of a personal question. You do not have to answer, of course. It is just.."

"I think you would make for a good father."

"...."

"i'd be an awful influence."

"You have not been too bad of an influence for Frisk and Flowey."

"N-not to imply that you are their father."

"flowey would completely despise that."

"That's true."

"...even if i did want a kid, i'm a bit too old to start fresh."

"You are not too old."

"too old to 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 to start fresh. babies are needy."

"They take some getting used to, is all."

"now it just sounds like you're trying to convince me to have one."

"Ha!"

"OoooOoooo~ You would like to have a child so badd~"

"...."

"can i ask you a personal question, too?"

"Go ahead."

"are you into short guys?"

"Short guys....?"

"..Yes, I would say I am."

"Someone that is about.. three feet shorter than me would be perfect."

"Are you into tall ladies?"

"hmmm."

"yeah. i think i'd want a lady that towers over me."

"maybe by about.. three feet."

"....."

"Are you done yet? I finished my drawing like ten minutes ago."

tori jumped.

"Frisk! I apologize for making you wait, my child."

papyrus popped his head out the door.

"ARE YOU LEAVING? LET ME GIVE YOU A SHEET TO TAKE HOME!!"

he returned brandishing two fresh sheets of sparkly stickers.

"PLEASE GIVE ONE TO FLOWERY FOR ME."

"USE THEM WISELY!"

"and if you don't, we've still got more where that came from."

"Nice."

"..Thanks for chilling with me today."

"OF COURSE. ME AND SANS ARE DOWN TO 'CHILL' ANYTIME!"

"seeya, kiddo."

"Later!"

they waved and dashed down the stairs, across the lawn, and hopped into tori's car.

"GOODNIGHT, MS. TORIEL!"

"Goodnight, Papyrus."

he disappeared inside.

it was just me and tori left on the porch. frisk was too busy flipping through their stickers in the car to be paying attention.

i motioned for her to lean down.

removing a small candy from my coat pocket, i displayed it towards her on my palm.

"...?"

"it's a kiss."

"..Pfft."

"I will accept this kiss. Thank you."

"..come by again soon, ok?"

"I will be sure to."

——

she texted me a photo later that night.

it of was frisk, helping put a ton of stickers on flowey's pot.

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #frisk #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #frisk and sans #sans and frisk #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #toriel x sans

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vermillioncourt-if · 8 months

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Oh who is that personal guard big bro 😏?

Also can we mess up with our older sibling?

I imagine lunsu being in a meeting with counselors in front of him, behind them there's a window and here comes MC doing funny faces to make him laugh.

Gonna take me a while to remember every names -sarah

Hello! Don't worry about the names! I barely remember them too LMAO!

As for messing with your other siblings, maybe. It depends since all the siblings older than Shuailu tend to be really busy. That being said, I do want to include MC meeting with all of their siblings (either separately or in a small group of 2-3) at some point in the story! I think it's definitely possible to mess with Lunsu, especially during the social event where he's Supposed To Find A Fiancée but is instead just being a wallflower.

Shuailu's personal guard is actually a lil' lady! Her name is Zhi Qianxie and she's about 27, so a little older than him! She's also only an inch taller than your maid, Xu Chanyu, who's 5'0, so little lady is literal, LMAO! He's had a crush on her for a While, ever since she saved him from a would-be assassin (thanks Consort Xing).

More about them under the cut!

So, traditionally, the Xiatian Kingdom likes to have the personal guards match the gender of the royal person they're guarding so they can be with them Literally All The Time. It's just a bonus to keep them around the same age. A lot of the time, if the royal has any milk siblings, their milk siblings tend to become their personal guards. They want to make sure the personal guards are close to their charge. This is the case with most of MC's siblings.

But since Shuailu was picky and stubborn and wouldn't nurse on anyone but his mom, he has no milk siblings! This meant the Head of Guard and Security had to do a deep vetting process to find a guard for Shuailu. Around this time, they also remembered that you/MC would need a personal guard soon and you were just like your brother so you don't have milk siblings, either. And on top of both of you, your older sister, First Princess Kutuo, had just lost her personal guard since she retired after sustaining a training injury. So, the head of the guards did a wide search for all three of you.

Their search ended up with 3 different candidates:

Si Huaiqiao, aged 12, who was meant to go to your brother

Zhi Qianxie, aged 14, who was meant to go to First Princess Kutuo

Yang Yihou, aged 11, who was meant to go to you

Shuailu found out that Zhi Qianxie was picked and pulled some strings to move the assignments around, giving you Huaiqiao and Kutuo getting Yihou, so he could have Qianxie.

The rest is history, so to speak, Huaiqiao has been your dutiful personal guard for years now and Shuailu got to make a fool of himself in front of Qianxie for 13 years.

If you do go down Huaiqiao's route and make him your fiancé in the end, Shuailu will try to take all of the credit for getting you two together, although notably during that route, he and Qianxie will not gotten together yet, which you can tease him about.

#the vermillion court #asks #if: nan shuailu #if: zhi qianxie #if: mc #if: si huaiqiao #if: nan kutuo #if: yang yihou #side characters #character lore

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obwjam · 1 year

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I feel like Everett’s first encounter with a tiny would go something like this, please add headcannons <3

The dimly lit laboratory was a maze of tangled wires and blinking monitors, a place where cutting-edge technology met clandestine experiments. Everett Ross, on a covert mission for the FBI, had infiltrated the secret facility, following leads of illegal experimentation involving advanced technopathy.

As he ventured deeper into the labyrinthine complex, Everett's footsteps echoed through the sterile halls. His senses were on high alert, every shadow and distant hum of machinery raising his suspicion. He knew he was close to a breakthrough when he stumbled upon a heavy, reinforced door with a tiny window.

Peering through the glass, Everett couldn't believe his eyes. Inside the cell was a tiny woman, no taller than three inches, her fragile form illuminated by the eerie glow of the monitors. She was huddled on the floor, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the giant intruder with dread.

Their eyes locked through the small window, and time seemed to stand still. Everett could see the absolute fear in her eyes, and he realized the incredible vulnerability of the tiny being before him. It was clear that she was absolutely terrified of him, her trembling form backing away from the open door.

Determined to rescue her, but understanding her fear, Everett slowly backed away, making himself less threatening. He crouched down to be on her level, his voice gentle and soothing. "It's okay," he said softly, his heart aching for the frightened woman. "I won't hurt you. I'm here to help."

The tiny woman remained cautious, her wide eyes never leaving Everett's face. After a few moments of tense silence, she cautiously approached his outstretched hand, her tiny fingers trembling as they grasped his fingertip.

With the utmost care, Everett lifted her from the cell, cradling her in his massive hand. She was incredibly light, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart. "You're safe now," he whispered, doing his best to comfort her. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

The frightened tiny woman, whose name he would later learn was Lila, began to relax slightly in his gentle grip. Their first meeting had been marked by fear and uncertainty, but in that moment, a spark of trust began to form between them, the foundation of a unique partnership that would change both of their lives forever. She would soon become an FBI agent and Everett’s partner.

kinda want to write this now- would anyone actually read it tho?

BRO HOW DARE YOU WRITE A MASTERPIECE AND THEN LEAVE ME HANGING!!! i would read this a million times this is sososo good 😭 him rescuing her, slowly gaining her trust, learning what happened and then training her to be a spy so they can take down the operation that hurt her together!!! i would cry. the idea that they just have this instant connection is so beautiful

#you’re so humble cause this is incredible actually #would read the shit out of this #i just love tinies being rescued it’s one of my all time fave tropes 🥹🥹🥹#asks

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helloblobbyblobfish · 2 years

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Hypnovember day 19: Drug/Substance

Oh boy! Disconnected from all social medias (too much batfamily fanfics. yes. Seriously.) for a while. Straight-up forgot that I had done day 17 already, for an instant. @mathhypnostories, publishing this. Hope you get out of your apparent own writing block.

Benjamin was looking worriedly at his friend Harry, who progressively started to get disjointed in his speech as he was trying his new stash of weed.

“Dude! Who gave you that?!?” He ended up whispering, when Harry suddenly jumped from talking in a nearly incomprehensive speech pattern about his studies to rambling maniacally about color patterns.

“..A..A..Albert...”

Just the fact that Harry suddenly gave him the name of his elusive dealer surprised Benjamin to no end. No matter what he tried, he never could get Harry to admit who gave him his stuff.

Harry had stopped talking. Instead, as his cig was finishing to turn to ash, he rolled more of the drug in a paper and took another deep breath. Trying to identify by smell the brand, Benjamin coughed widely. He was feeling so light-weighted...

“And he seriously asked you to take it alone?” “And to... Call him…” Having apparently remembered the odd demand only then, Harry pulled off his phone. feeling there was something shady going on, Benjamin told him:

“How about you don’t?” His friend had asked him to join him to test the apparently potent brand, but Benjamin had preferred to remain on lighter things like nicotine. And it was a good thing, in retrospect. “Y..YEah… Guess I don’t… Want.. To Ca..llll.. Him….”

No way, Benjamin though. “Instead. you want to masturbate. It’s okay that you do it in front of me. that’s what bros do.”

Harry nodded like it was the most sensible thing, and exposed his 4 and a half inches flaccid, before fapping vigorously. “Yeah… I want to.. jack… oofffffff…”

Mesmerized by what he was witnessing, Benjamin took his already erect (at a meager 5 inches) cock and half-shouted: “the-The first one to cum gets to be licked clean by the other. You love the idea, right?”

“r-r” Harry hesitated, but Benjamin realized he let his cig drop while masturbating. He quickly took the burning stick and shoved it under Harry’s nose. “RIGHT. Love it, man…”

“You also love the idea of sucking me, so you’re going to lose on purpose, uh? As usual?”

Benjamin wasn’t thinking, but he was too high on his own horniness to think much more than his wonked out friend.

Harry laughed. “Know.. Me.. Dude” He then let a hiccup escape his lips and giggled.

Benjamin came almost immediately, having apparently discovered something about himself.

Harry was a very good loser. As he filled the entirety of Benjamin’s three inches in his mouth, smoke coming out of his nose entered his taller friend’s. As Harry moved, satisfied by his work, he stated:

“You’re… horny again…… dude! Let’s.. Play…. again..”

Benjamin was light-headed from everything his drugged friend just did, but that felt like such a great idea.

“He-he. You’re… on, babe.” “Bro.” “babe.” “Let’s…. bet on… it.” “Oh hell yeah, bro-babe!”

#my writing #hypnovember #hypnosis #male hypnosis #gay hypnosis #captions #smoker #hypnotic drugs

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sydtaxerror · 1 year

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Day 4 - Kemonomimi/War Crimes

Day 4: . Botan and Watame wake up in an ominous bathroom with a rusty saw, asked to make terrible sacrifices. But who could the culprit be -Peko? Trying to pull a double today to catch back up, wish me luck.

“Charlie!” Even without the yelling Oriko would have heard her fiery Hololive Hunters genmate long before she saw her. Salamander took the steps three at a time as she descended the long stairwell that led to the rest of the office-building and entered Oriko’s makeshift home in the basement. Before hitting the floor she parkoured onto the wall to avoid having to slow her momentum, even letting out a burst of seafoam flames from each arm to push her into the basement faster. She looked around the room, spotting Oriko lying in bed fiddling with doll clothes, “Charlie!” She dashed towards her at full sprint, stopping inches before she’d be trampling Oriko’s bed and forcing small flames from her palms like brakes.

Oriko felt the heat from the flames reach her face and was grateful, not for the first time, for her silk’s supernaturally high ignition point. She slowly looked up at her genmate, unable to match Salamander’s boisterousness. Salamander’s shark-like teeth were arrayed in a broad grin, her eyes danced with viridian light. From her wavy crimson hair, obsidian horns curled around to frame her face. On her hands and feet long black talons faded into wine-red scales which rose along her arms and legs, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. At only an inch or two taller than their shortest senpais, Salamander was easily the smallest of Oriko’s gen but the missing mass had clearly been translated into raw energy.

“Charlie, I'm bored! Tell me a story!” Salamander shouted, before noticing the shadows under Oriko’s comparatively dull, emerald eyes or her sour expression. Oriko’s amethyst and black banded spider limbs hung limply beside her, only occasionally twitching or pincering something to hold it in place for stitching. Hunched over as she was, her shoulder-length, black fading into white at the tips twin-tails did nothing to cover the top of the metallic black device that covered her spinal column, or the green light it emitted. Essentially already in bed, she only wore a comfortable skull-print tank-top with fuzzy purple pajama bottoms. Her normal gothic-lolita dress, with all of its elaborate black lace and purple ribbons, sat on a mannequin beside the bed. “Not now Sally, I’m not in the mood.”

Salamander looked taken aback, “Damn bro, what happened? You’re usually all ‘hello, hello, Oriko’ but now you’re like…not.”

“I’ve been having nightmares, and someone murdered my camera while I was asleep the other day. There’s no point in telling stories if I can’t stream it.” She pointed across the room where shattered lenses and electronics still lay scattered amongst the audience of handmade toys that normally watched Oriko “stream”.

“Bummer. But if I’m watching there is a point right?”

Oriko didn’t look up from the doll-sized Pekora outfit she was sewing.

“Come ooooon.” Salamander gasped as an idea struck her. “What if I get you a new camera?”

Oriko looked up. “Where would you find a camera?”

“There’s a bunch of giant ones in one of the big rooms upstairs.”

“All the rooms upstairs are locked.”

Salamander rolled her eyes. She raised a finger pointedly and a blue-green flame ignited from the tip. “Nothing is locked if you get it hot enough.”

Oriko rose to her feet. “I suppose, if you show me where they are I can tell you one. They’ll be fun to tinker with at least. Maybe there’ll be some computers there too.”

She put the small dress onto an unmarked puppet, and shrugged, figuring it was good enough for Salamander. She’d add hair and ears later. And a face. For now, she grabbed two more dolls and moved to her theater. Salamander shoved a puppet out of its chair in the audience and took its seat, scooting it forward a bit for a better view. “Weave me a tale Charlotte.” Oriko rolled her eyes at the nickname, hiding a small smile. She was the only genmate who kind of liked Salamander’s nicknames. They were clever in a dumb sort of way, or maybe vice-versa.

“Hello, hello, it's Oriko! From Hololive Hunters! Today we have an emergency show for a very special, very needy listener.” Salamander rolled her eyes but said nothing.

Oriko lay the Pekora doll in the center of the stage, then dropped a Watame and Botan doll each into their respective corners, imbuing them with viridian energy that brought the puppet to life. She continued her narration. “Botan and Watame woke up in a dingy bathroom,” Oriko winced, she’d used the ‘wake up in a strange place’ trope yesterday too, she shrugged, it was good enough for Sally and for now no one else was watching.

***

Botan and Watame woke up in a dingy bathroom, three of Botan’s limbs were chained to a series of rusty pipes,and Watame’s leg was handcuffed to a radiator. An extremely decrepit bathtub was within reach of Watame, and a partially destroyed toilet was near Botan. Pekora was lying in the center of the room, in a pool of crimson. Watame started screaming immediately. “Botan, what's happening! Pekora’s dead!”

“Calm down, sheep.” Botan immediately moved to the toilet and lifted the lid off its water tank, testing how far her chains reached and noticing a slight flex to the pipes in the process. She pulled a tape recorder and a rusty saw out of it. “How did you know how to do that?” Watame asked.

“Its an escape room, they always hide stuff in the back of the toilet. Plus, there’s pretty much only two things here other than us and Pekora.” She scrutinized that saw briefly, glancing at Watame, before putting it aside, holding up the tape recorder. “Now, lets find out who I’m gonna have to kill.” She pressed play.

A voice came on that had obviously been pitched drastically down and scrambled slightly to disguise it. “Good morning Botan. You’ve turned your body into a finely honed weapon -Peko. But when Pe- when your boss asked you to do something yesterday, you just said ‘yes shachou’ and kept playing video games. Well then, lets play a game -Peko. You have 30 minutes until this room fills with a deadly toxin. I want to see how much of that body you’re willing to sacrifice to survive -Peko.” Botan glanced at her chained limbs and the rusty bonesaw, then turned towards the rabbit still attempting to lie motionless in the center of the room, astonished by Pekora’s rollercoaster-like competence for things like this.

“Oh no. That could be anyone!” Botan looked at Watame and wondered, not for the first time, how prey animals remember to breathe. “Yep. Its a real mystery. You probably have a tape in the drain of that bathtub, toss it to me and lets see what got you in trouble.” Watame looked and found the tape exactly where Botan said it would be. She tossed it to Botan and pondered aloud, “I wonder what it could be, Watame has never done anything wrong.”

“Hello Watame.”

“Hello.”

“You may have an oversized chest and a beautiful voice -peko, but that body is built with stolen property. Pekora knows you stole Pe…someone at the office’s limited edition cup ramen. Well now it's time to play a game, your gluttony got you here, but it might also be the key to your freedom. Good luck -Peko.”

“Oh no, what does that mean? Are we trapped here forever?”

Botan thought for a second, then tossed over the bonesaw. “Its a shame but you’re gonna have to cut off your foot to get out of the cuffs.”

“I do? Can’t we pick the lock or something?”

“Well those cuffs are specifically meant to go on your hands, and easy to pick with unbound hands because of that, but we’d need a lockpick for that, do you see one?” She gestured theatrically around the room, which was filled with rusty fragments of metal that could have easily been bent into the necessary shape.

“I guess not.” She started sawing. She closed her eyes and yelled in pain. When she finally cut through she was startled to hear Botan right next to her. “Good job, here let me tie that off before you bleed out.” Botan tied her belt around Watame’s leg, just below the knee.

“How did you get here!” Watame cried out.

“Oh, the pipes were really rusty, I just broke ‘em.” Botan flexed slightly, showing the chains still dangling from her wrists.

“Why didn’t you do that for me?” Botan shrugged and picked up the now discarded foot, taking a bite. “I was craving mutton.” Watame looked briefly downcast but allowed Botan to lift her into a piggy back position on Botan’s back. She even accepted when Botan handed Watame her own foot and asked her to hold it in front of her mouth while they walked. “I aim better when I’m full anyway.” Botan added.

“Aim? Aim what.”

Botan reached into her coat and pulled out a handgun, she racked the slide theatrically, and pointed it at the “dead” rabbit-girl.

“You can get up Shachou, I know it was you.”

Pekora bolted up instantly, one hand in her pocket. She cackled “Ha↑Ha↓Ha↑Ha↓ I should have known you’d figure it out -Peko. But Pekora was so secretive, what gave it away?”

Botan narrowed her eyes. Still pointing the gun at Pekora she pulled out the tape recorder with her other hand and rewinded briefly before hitting play. “Good luck -Peko.” She repeated it. “Peko. Peko. Peko.”

Pekora looked embarrassed. “But where did you get a gun? I searched you three times while you were knocked out!”

“You searched me three times and didn’t even find my fourth backup pistol? Were you even trying? I have at least three more on me! I don’t want to shoot you but you know I will, hand over the key.”

“Ha↑Ha↓Ha↑Ha↓ Feel free, but don’t expect to get out of here alive -Peko” She pulled out a detonator with the button held down. “This is a dead man’s switch for every high explosive that's currently on me. Enough to take out a small city block. If you pull that trigger you’ll be dead before I even hit the ground-Peko.”

Botan grinned. “Some parts of this were pretty hare-brained, but at least you had a good escape route planned.”

“Escape route? I always have this.”

Botan blinked in disbelief. “That aside, we’re at an impasse, how do we get out of this?”

Pekora pulled a key out from somewhere, “Just let me walk out the door and lock it behind me. Watame has another key in her stomach, you can take that one and walk out as soon as I leave.”

Botan glanced back at Watame, “Well, I suppose I could make some haggis.”

Watame threw herself onto Pekora from Botan’s back. “Nooo, just let me go Pekora. I’ll buy you a new cup ramen!” Botan was already half-way across the room, diving for the bathtub. Pekora threw her hands in the air and yelled, “You can’t! It was limited edition!” Rabbit and sheep both stared at her empty hands. “Oops -Pe…” The room exploded.

Botan looked up from the bathtub to find herself hurtling through the air, having been thrown, bathtub and all, from the building by the explosion. She grabbed a piece of freshly seared mutton that had landed in the bathtub and took a bite.

***

Salamander slow-clapped and rose to her feet, building her applause to a crescendo as she did. Oriko blushed despite herself. “Yeah yeah, are you happy now?”

Salamander grinned her sharky grin. “Very. I’m glad you picked a funny one. Sometimes you make them way too sad.”

“Sometimes the world is way too sad.”

“Oh my god, I thought you got rid of your goth half.”

“What do you-”

“Anyway, did they live through that?”

“Yeah, it's weird actually. That story is from a fairly nearby world so it should mostly follow the same rules, but an hour later all three of them are messing around in the office again with all their limbs intact.”

“Toonification.”

“Excuse me?”

“Most of the animal-girls in Hololive have some degree of Toonification. It lets them rubber-band. Cut off their limbs, they grow back. Blow them up, a few minutes later they shake off the soot and they’re good as new. Watame actually has the most out of anyone, she could walk away from a supernova.”

“Then…” Oriko hesitated, unwilling to ask, but Salamander followed her gaze to the Hololive Production poster on the opposite wall where Pekora and Watame’s faces were x’ed out in red.

“Then how were they killed?” Salamander grinned, much more predatory now, her inner shark smelling blood in the water. “No clue, Toonification is really just plot armor, and you’re the expert on that.” She leaned in close, her breath painfully hot on Oriko’s neck. “So how would you do it?”

“I wouldn’t!” She tried to shove her away but Salamander clung to her.

“How did you do it Oriko?”

Oriko’s eyes glazed over. “I don’t remember.”

“If you had to do it again though…”

“Hostages. Get them to sacrifice themselves for someone else. If their deaths have gravity, and meaning, the narrative can’t just shrug them off.”Salamander cackled and punched her lightly in the arm. “That's so messed up sis. I thought burning people alive was badass but you’re a goddamn artist.” Oriko collapsed to the ground, legs splayed at her sides, like a discarded doll. Her eyes were focused, but distressed. Why would she know something like that? The noise of grinding metal echoed from elsewhere in the basement floor. “Oh hell no.” Salamander hoisted Oriko into the air and threw her over her shoulder. “A deal’s a deal. Let's go get your cameras before the fun police bust us.”

#holoctober #usada pekora #shishiro botan #tsunomaki watame #hololive

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