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obsessivevoidkitten · 8 months ago

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Male Harem of Bullies

Kinktober Day 9: Bullies/Gang Bang

Four Male Animal-Human Hybrid Yanderes x Feminized Male Ferret-Hybrid Reader CW: Noncon, ass eaten like it's groceries, bullying, fivesome, gang bang, double penetration, triple penetration, more double penetration, forced feminization, crossdressing, kidnapping, non-human genitalia, massive horse dick, colossal rhino cock, slimy reptilian dicks, rhino-man, horse-man, lizard-man, bull-man, male harem, oral sex, anal sex, bottom reader, general yandere behavior Word Count: 2k (Slightly different from my initial vision but much better imho, made to be expanded on with drabbles involving each man, possibly multiple drabbles with each exploring different situations.)

Baryn the Bully. A brash, arrogant, cocky, oversexed rhino hybrid jock who thought more with his dick than his brain. He was the star of the college's football team, so of course, he was extremely popular.

You were the complete opposite. A small, intelligent, and soft spoken male ferret hybrid. A total nerd. Always kept your head down, and often between the pages of a book.

While he was a bit rude to the other geeks, he reserved his worst behavior for you. Trapping you in your locker, pantsing you, making fun of you.

There wasn't any recourse. There was no way the college was going to punish their most talented football player. And you weren't made of money, you couldn't just transfer to another school.

And you didn't want to leave anyway! Why should you? You liked your classes, you had friends in your dorm, and you only lived one town away from family. You could handle a little bullying if it meant keeping all those perks. Not to mention the campus library. It was colossal. And where you spent the vast majority of your spare time.

That's where you were on the night of the big football game, in the library studying with your friend, and roommate, Nat. With the vast majority of students preparing to watch the game with their friends from their dorms or attend live, the library was nearly empty.

"I have to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

Nat made a sound of acknowledgment as he continued his studies.

On your way out of the restroom, you smacked right into Baryn. A wall of thick grey muscle. What the hell was he doing in the library at all, let alone before a big game? You flicked your tail nervously as he smirked at you wickedly. You only saw that expression on him before he bullied you in some way. You noticed he was carrying a large gym bag.

"Just who I was looking for!"

Baryn gave you no time to complain as he quickly stuffed you into the duffel bag and left. It stank heavily of the rhino's heady musk, the smell making you quite a bit dizzy. You had no idea where he was taking you. Despite your shouts and thrashing, no one stopped to help. Either they were too scared of the big rhino-man, or they recognized him and figured it was just a silly jock or frat prank.

And you had thought it was some fucked up joke too. Maybe he was going to keep you in this bag during the game or put you in a locker, but it was far worse than that.

You felt the bag being set down gently. It was opened soon after that. You immediately leapt out, claws at the ready. You scratched and bit at Baryn's tough skin. You didn't even register that he was naked. He chuckled as the most you managed to do was cause a stray trickle of blood here and there.

"Love it when ya start throwin' a hissy fit."

He smacked your ass playfully before he started removing your clothing. By then, tears were running down your face as you cried in frustration.

"F-fuck off! Give me m-my clothes!"

He sat on the sofa and pulled you into his lap. A strong hand was over your mouth, and he held you close, forcing you to lean back into his chest. He nuzzled your neck, careful not to poke you with the horn that tipped his nose.

"Just relax, darlin." You're gonna help me and the bros with a lil' pre-game tradition we have."

He took his free hand and fondled your cock and balls.

"We always have a good fuck before a big game! The gals we normally use weren't available for the job. It's super easy, y'all ain't even gotta do any work. Just be a good fleshlight for us."

At that, you thrashed and let out muffled screams, you didn't want this fucker's dick in you. Just then, the door burst open, and the other top three football players who were members of Baryn's frat barged in.

Mikael, the part horse hybrid. He was really tall but still pretty muscular. His ears and tail were the only visible horse traits, but there were rumors his dick was horse-like, too.

Alvaro, the lizard hybrid. He was a bit short but extremely strong. Eyes like a snake, with scales framing his face and covering his arms, legs, and tail.

The final one inside was Krash, at least that's what everyone called him. He was a bull man. He was as tall and muscled as Baryn, but fur covered his entire body with the exception of his face. He was also equipped with two large curved horns.

All of your bullies were assembled to make your life worse.

"Yo, you already started without us?" Inquired Alvaro.

"Nah, I was just explaining the job to our new girlfriend. About how she just has to stay still and let it happen. I hadn't gotten to the part about how we decided that she would be our girlfriend permanently, though," explained Baryn.

You were trembling. The way that they were staring at you. The way they were talking. They were insane.

Mikael leaned down and licked up your tears before chuckling.

"Aww, don't be scared. We won't hurt you, cutie. You're lucky. We all wanted to share a girlfriend for our pre-game tradition, and we all had a crush on you! Don't you feel lucky?" he said in a mocking tone.

"Course we're all bi, but kinda prefer women. More acceptable for my family, too. So we've decided that you're a lady now. And none of us gentlemen would bully a lady, so if you cooperate, we'll treat ya a lot better," the rhino cooed into your ear while rubbing your thighs.

"N-no! Just let me go! You aren't treating me b-better, j-just trading one torture for a-a-another!!" You began sobbing and shaking inconsolably.

Not to worry though, you're four new boyfriends knew just how to cheer up their little lady friend. You were clearly just moody and upset by a lack of proper attention. You obviously needed their seed in your belly.

Krash wordlessly kneeled between your legs and held your legs still with his strong hands. He used his broad tongue to apply thick drool to your hole, slipping it into you and massaging it as well as he could. You had to be as stretched, lubed, and relaxed as possible if you were going to take all of them.

You twitched and shuddered as the unwelcome intrusion made your cock stand up.

"Pl-please sto-," you whined pitifully before being cut off by Mikael.

"Stop? You clearly like it!" He leaned over Krash and rubbed a finger up and down your cock to tease you.

Baryn bit and sucked on your neck before you could reply, causing your mind to go a bit blank with how good it felt in conjunction with Krash's sloppy tongue tending to your ass.

"I think that means she's ready," someone chuckled. You couldn't tell who, though. Your brain was soup. It must have been Baryn because he was the first to slip his cock into you once Krash stopped licking.

It must have been more rhino like than human because the ridges and folds made you drool when you felt them slowly move back and forth against your inner walls. While Baryn continued fucking into you slowly Krash decided to suck on your leaking dick.

"Damn, she really does like it," Alvaro mused as you bucked instinctively into Krash's warm, inviting mouth.

You moaned as you came and then relaxed quite a bit. Since you were so well stretched and much more compliant now, Krash got up and positioned himself in front of you and slipped his dick in beside Baryn's. The stretch was uncomfortable but not painful. They were careful to go at a slow pace that their previously virgin girlfriend could handle.

Krash didn't last too terribly long. He had forgotten to jerk off several times so that he could last a long time like the others had told him to. With a grunt, he emptied his large furry nuts into you, then pulled out and let Alvaro take his place.

Alvaro, being reptilian, had two hard cocks ready to sink into you. And he did so eagerly. Both of them were slimy and tapered and had no issue fitting into you, especially with Krash's cum having lubed you up so well. He went at a faster pace than Krash had or Baryn was.

Luckily, you were ready by that point. Baryn matches his pace since you were taking them so well. Both men whispered praises into your ear since you were taking them all just so perfectly. Alvaro claimed your mouth with his and snaked his long tongue into your mouth.

Your whole body shuddered around their dicks as you came again, this time from their cocks battering a special spot inside of you.

"So sex hungry, this one. Can't wait for my turn."

Mikael didn't have a long wait. Baryn and Alvaro finally unloaded into you simultaneously, a vast torrent of cum that started to bulge out your belly.

"Fuck, you're the best hole I've ever had!"

Alvaro pulled out after making sure he finished loading you with his semen.

"Yeah, darlin' we're gonna have to do this a lot."

With a loud squelch, Baryn lifted you up and swapped places with Mikael, who quickly settled you on his dick. The flared tip went in easily with how "well-loved" your hole was from your other three boyfriends. He had you facing him so he could kiss your fucked out face.

Your stare was blank, your face flushed, and the only sounds you could make was feeble mewling as hid large equine prick made an outline in your belly. He pressed your face into his armpit so that you could get a nose full of his pheromone laden musk. He needed you to reek of him.

After that, the horse hybrid bit at your neck, all while he pounded into you tirelessly. When he eventually came, it made your belly bulge further. When he pulled out an incredible amount of cum dribbled down his cock and onto his balls.

You were tired but remained conscious, your brain struggling to comprehend the violation that just occurred. Your body was limp. At least it made you easy to clean up.

"Girls just need dick to calm them down, I guess," mumbled Arvalo.

"Well, I reckon we know what to do when she gets bratty," Baryn replied.

They took you gently and cleaned you up in the tub, all of them praising you for doing so well. Once they had you clean, they dressed up in a cheerleader outfit. It was the cutest thing they had ever seen. It had been a wise decision to bribe your roommate Nat to get your measurements for them while you slept. You were embarrassed but didn't complain. You knew it wouldn't do any good. The will to fight had been thoroughly fucked out of you.

They each scented you and your clothing to make sure their combined smell clung to you. No one would dare touch their precious nerdy girlfriend.

When it was time for the game, they had you sit beside the benched players, right between some players they trusted. You looked down awkwardly the majority of the time with your tail curled closely around you. They won that game by a wider margin than they had won any game before! They chalked it up to their newly enhanced tradition of bedding you combined with your presence at the game.

It was certainly something they'd have to do every single time!

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luvr444writes · 6 months ago

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Chris Sturniolo bf hc's !!

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... always strives to make you laugh. Chris has a natural sense of humor, and he’s the boyfriend who will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. He loves being playful and doing silly things, like making goofy faces or pulling pranks, just to see you smile. He’s the type to randomly burst into dance or start singing your favorite song, even if it's a bit off-key.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... always tries to show how much he loves you. He always remembers your favorite things (candy, soda, color, food, movie, etc.). He always texts you to check on you or to tell you how much he loves you at random times throughout the day. Overall he's a very loving boyfriend.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... is always listening to what you have to say (even though he's a HUGE yapper). Whether you are both arguing over something or having a late night conversation, he is always ready to understand your side of the story or hear all of the crazy things you have going on in your mind. Your voice calms him in a way, he can fall asleep easily just by listening to you drawl on and on about your day.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... is always finding ways to break you out of your shell. Chris loves trying new things, and as your boyfriend, he’ll always encourage you to step out of your comfort zone. Whether it’s spontaneous road trips, last-minute adventures, or just exploring new places around town, he thrives on making every moment feel exciting and special.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... isn't big on PDA when out in public, but when you're at home it's a whole other story. When you're out in public, he’s not shy about holding your hand, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, or putting an arm around your shoulder. But in private, he’s all about cuddling, always attached to your hip all day unless he absolutely has to part from you.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... loves finding ways to connect with you on things. If you both love certain hobbies or shows, he’ll make time to indulge into those things with you. He enjoys having meaningful conversations, especially when it’s about something you’re both passionate about, and he’ll geek out with you over things like favorite movies, music, or any fun hobbies you both enjoy.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... loves to share music with you. Since music is such a big part of his life, Chris would definitely share his favorite playlists with you. He’d be excited to introduce you to new songs and share the kind of music that holds meaning for him. Jam sessions in the car or dancing around the kitchen, music would always be a part of your relationship.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... is your passenger princess. Chris STILL can't drive, so you often find yourself being the one to drive him around when you both go on dates or hangout. Sometimes, when Matt is too busy, you are also Nick's personal Chauffer.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... makes you his top model. Whenever he has a shoot for Fresh Love, you are always the first person he goes to. You are always modeling his new designs and supportively wearing his brand out in public. Whenever he has a new idea for a design, he goes to you first to see if you like it. He also thinks about what it would look like on you.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... loves to spoil you. He always pays for dinners, ice cream trips, snacks at the movie theater, etc. He will never let you pay for anything yourself and even gets sort of angry when you come home with something new that you had to pay for. He's not exactly the type to go extremely overboard with gifts, but he still finds ways to spoil you. It could be as simple as buying you a coffee because he knows your order, or surprising you with something that reminded him of you while he was out. He’s big on those sweet, meaningful gestures that show how much he cares.

Bf!Chris Sturniolo who... loves to just be around you. Sometimes, the best moments are when you can just be with each other in complete silence. He's the type who doesn’t need to constantly talk to feel close. Whether you're relaxing at home, watching a movie, or out running errands, he enjoys your presence and the quiet moments between the two of you.

sorry if this is bad...

send requests plsss I have no ideas!!

#reqs open #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #oneshot #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x reader

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 8 months ago

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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 2

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1

There’s a note in Eddie’s locker. It flutters down to the dirty linoleum when he opens it to try and find his missing Biology textbook. He stares down at it, perplexed, until Jeff bends down to pick it up.

“Hey!” Eddie cries, snatching it out of his hand. “That’s mine!”

“Whatever, dude,” Jeff replies, leaning back into the closed locker beside Eddie’s and crossing his arms.

Eddie pays him no mind, too busy unfolding the note and bending over it to read.

He reads it again. And again. And again, each pass over the sign-off making his cheeks feel hotter.

It’s not like Eddie’s a stranger to getting notes in his locker, but they’re usually death threats. Or requests for drugs. Not…not this.

“What’s it say?” Jeff asks, breaking him from his shocked reverie.

“Nothing!” Eddie shrieks loudly enough that multiple heads turn to scowl at them. Eddie hastily stuffs the note into his pocket, and smiles at Jeff. “Let’s go get lunch, huh?”

Jeff squints at him suspiciously.

Eddie, in a desperate bid to distract him, starts rambling about this week’s campaign. It seems to work. By the time they’re settled in with matching shitty lunches, Jeff’s wheedling him for information on the next big bad instead of the note burning a hole in Eddie’s pocket.

It’s probably a joke, definitely a joke.

He finds himself combing the packed lunch tables anyway, looking for anything out of the ordinary, anyone paying more attention to him than usual. There’s nothing. Harrington’s letterman on a different girl, a few band geeks sitting closer together than usual, nothing else.

No one looks at him at all.

He gives it up as a bad job and forgets the note entirely until he finds a wet, pulpy mess in his pocket on his next laundry day.

A little part of Eddie mourns the only love note he’s likely ever to get, cruel prank or not.

But there’s another one there the following week. There’s an envelope this time–it’s light purple, his name written in a dark, careful black atop it.

He’s alone at his locker, no nosy friends to wheedle it out of him, but the hallway is full of other students rushing to make it to their next class, so he presses it carefully into his monster manual and bides his time.

He wants to wait until he’s in the privacy of his own home to open it. Eddie barely makes it to his van after school before he’s collapsing into the relative privacy of the windowless back and tearing through his backpack like a rabid dog.

He tries to be more careful with the envelope. But it’s sealed, and his prodding fingers tear it open in jagged lines.

That same light blue paper is nestled inside. He slips it out and unfolds it to read in the dank recesses of his parked van.

Eddie –

You always look so happy when you’re with your friends. I like the way your dimples always seem to peek out no matter how small your smile is. The big ones are my favorite, when you’re jumping up on the cafeteria table with all your teeth showing.

You didn’t jump up on any tables last week. Was that because of me?

You seemed upset after I gave you my letter. Do you even want me to write these? I don’t want to be a bother. If you do, maybe you could write back? Leave your reply in the back of the WXYZ encyclopedia, no one ever uses that one.

If you don’t reply, then I won’t bother you anymore, okay?

Yours, always,

Your Secret Admirer

It could still be a joke. Eddie wouldn’t put it past some of the jocks in the school to put their girlfriends up to a long-con. Still, his heart’s fluttering like there’s a bird stuffed in there trying to get out.

It could be a joke. But Eddie’s already mentally picking out stationary and pondering word choices. There will be a letter tucked into the designated encyclopedia come tomorrow morning.

Eddie’s got a maiden to woo.

***

“What if he doesn’t respond?” Steve hisses in Chrissy’s ear.

She bats him away, which doesn’t seem like very good girlfriend behavior to Steve, but what does he know? He’s had exactly one real girlfriend, and she’d ditched him for another guy within the year.

“He’ll respond,” Chrissy whispers back, soothing his anxiety with a gentle pat to his shoulders.

The library’s not as empty as it was the last few times. Steve feels his heartbeat kick up every time someone looks up from their coursework and glances their way. At this rate, all his hair’s going to turn gray, ruining his best feature well before there’s even a flicker of a chance to kiss Eddie Munson on the lips.

“Why did we pick the library?” Steve asks.

Chrissy pauses in front of the bookcase holding the damning shelf of encyclopedias. She raises her eyebrow at him and asks, “what, you’d prefer the boy’s bathroom?” drolly.

“I remember when I thought you were nice,” Steve mutters quietly enough that he hopes she can’t hear him. By the way she rolls her eyes, he has no such luck.

Then, without further prompting, she bends down and pulls the WXYZ encyclopedia off the shelf. Steve’s heartbeat ratchets up as he peers over her crouched head and watches her dainty hand flip the cover open. There, tucked between the front board and the cover page, is a crisply folded piece of paper clearly ripped carelessly out of someone’s notebook.

Steve doesn’t care; he’d still open it if it was written on a used piece of toilet paper.

He reaches down past where Chrissy is still crouched to retrieve the note, but just like before, she slaps his hand back.

“Chrissy!”

She doesn’t respond, just plucks the note and slides the encyclopedia back into its place. Once standing, she links her arm with his, running soothing fingers up and down his forearm even as she pulls him along toward the back of the library.

She pushes him down into a vacant chair with deceptively strong arms; he always forgets how difficult cheerleading must be. Once he’s slumped into his own chair, she pulls the one across the table to his side and seats herself primly on it, legs crossed at her thighs.

Only then does she unfold the note and lay it gently on the table in front of him.

Secret Admirer,

I don’t know if this is a prank or if you genuinely like me, so I’m not really sure what to say. No one’s ever had a crush on me before, at least that I know of.

I didn’t know my hair was nice. My uncle keeps trying to get me to cut it. One time I brushed it and it was so poofy I wore a bandanna until I washed it again. But you probably didn’t need to know that. I’m glad you like it though.

The paper you picked is really pretty, and I can smell the perfume you sprayed on the envelope. Fresh flowers in the spring, or a sunny day.

–Eddie

P.S. You can keep writing. Your notes have been the best part of my days, and I hope mine will be for you, too.

Steve reads it over and over again. Eddie’s handwriting is spiky, but carefully rendered to be readable. The post script takes a little more squinting at the page, letters and words crowding over one another like he’d added it at the last minute.

From the few classes they’ve shared, a small part of Steve was worried he wouldn’t be able to read it at all. But, no, Eddie’d taken the time to smooth out each letter, even while half convinced this was a prank. And the bit about his Uncle and his poofy hair? Adorable.

Steve brushes his fingers reverently over the words, half afraid they’ll smudge beneath his fingers. His face aches from the force of his smile.

“What should I say back?” Steve asks, looking up at Chrissy, feeling manic, hopeful, brave. Only then does he notice her carefully averted gaze, the way her body is turned just slightly away. He pushes the page toward her. “Come on, Chris, read it.”

She leans back toward him, smiling as she readjusts her body in a better position to read. “I didn’t want to presume.”

“Aren’t couples supposed to share?” Steve asks, because even when he’s happy enough to beam light straight out of his pores, he’s fundamentally a bitch.

Chrissy doesn’t respond, already too absorbed in Eddie’s words to pay him any attention, not that he can blame her. Steve waits, bursting with stupid, tender feelings until she’s read the thing through and put the page back on the table, placed perfectly between them.

“So, what should I say?” Steve asks.

Chrissy, never one to make things easy on him, starts the way she’s started every other letter-writing session so far: “What do you want to say?”

***

The letter her and Steve had written together is in her bag, Steve understandably too fearful to carry it himself. She’d taken it home, used her nicer stationery and a decorative envelope because, as Steve had pointed out repeatedly, Eddie’d seemed to appreciate how pretty the last letter was.

He’d sounded almost wretched when he said it, like proof that Eddie liked the pretty embellishments she’d put on his words was all he’d needed to know that his feelings would never be reciprocated.

She hadn’t known what to say.

So, she’d taken it home, gussied it up, and brought it back to the school, waiting for an opportune moment to push it through the slats of Eddie’s locker.

Steve’s been walking her to class and to lunch, playing the dutiful boyfriend up. She likes it, all this time with him.

He’s the best boyfriend she’s ever had.

Jason, his only competition for the title, has looked more and more pinch-faced every time they’ve crossed paths. She wishes, almost, that he’d yell at her, hit her, do something. It feels like waiting for a bomb to blow.

It’s not a surprise when the explosion finally hits.

“Are you serious, Chrissy?” Jason asks, and she spins, heartbeat rabbiting in her chest to find him storming toward her. And there’s a look on his face that she’s never seen before–not even when they’d broken up that first time.

His eyes are hard, mouth open like he’s one second away from shouting, and as he speaks, both his fists clench as he steps toward her. She can’t help the way she stumbles back into Steve, feeling comforted as his arm comes out to steady her.

“You replaced me with him?” and he sneers that last word, like Steve’s gum he’s scraping off his shoe.

Jason used to go on and on about Steve back in their Freshman year, before whatever the hell that had happened with Nancy Wheeler had mellowed him out. Before that, he’d been the unmitigated king. King of the keg stand, sure, but king of the court, king of the cafeteria, king of them all, and Jason had deferred to him.

But after, as Steve closed in on himself–Carol and Tommy still distant placeholders at his sides– Jason hadn’t talked about him anymore. Like he was infected now, and whatever he had might be spreading.

Chrissy'd only liked Steve more.

So, she shores herself up with the pressure of Steve’s arm on her back and points a shaking finger directly into Jason’s enraged face. “We broke up, Jason Carver,” she says, surprised when her voice doesn’t even crack. “It’s none of your business who I see.”

Jason’s mouth hangs open, clearly shocked, and a small part of Chrissy aches for how it was before. She always thought they’d be those high school sweethearts who got married right out of college. They’d just fit, or she thought they had.

He used to be nicer, sweet almost, in the way he’d talk to her.

It’d been a long time since Chrissy would classify any of the words coming out of his mouth as sweet.

Jason’s looking between them, eyes wide, something hurt leeching in past all that anger as he says, “you’ll come back,” in such quiet assurance that it makes her gut twist.

Chrissy watches him turn and walk away, stuck in the moment, until Steve squeezes her waist and asks, “are you alright, babe?”

It’s only with the word “babe” falling out of Steve’s lips that she realizes they’ve attracted an audience. So, she smiles like she’s leading a cheer for all to see, looks up into Steve’s eyes and replies, “never better.”

They continue on their way into lunch.

Once there, she eats as Steve watches Eddie’s latest table-top rant with hearts in his eyes big enough to see from the moon. Like he hadn’t given an almost identical one the week before. Steve doesn’t seem to mind. He’s transfixed, like Eddie’s a succubus and Steve’s stuck in his thrall. Until she elbows him in the side and he goes back to his lunch after shooting her a wounded look.

Boys in love are stupid creatures, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect this one, even if it’s just from himself.

PART 3

#koko's steddie secret admirer au #steddie #my fic

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justhereforsomethingnice · 8 months ago

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Is there a fic where Danny is an absolute sweetheart for like 50 000 words or something, and after that, something happens that makes him go feral eldritch cosmic horror on some poor sap.

And with sweetheart I mean of course harmless chaos goblin pulling pranks on which ever dc character the stories with. Painting halls light switches yellow so he can’t use his ring for that. Putting kryptonite on the bathroom door so Superman can only glare at him and wait for Lois to take away the glowy rock. Renaming all Questions files with silly related fandom references so he has to learn fandom memes if he ever wants to get to his files again. Have a silent agreement with the house of mysteries to annoy John Constantine as much as possible and switch rooms for him and him only so it takes an hour to find the kitchen. Icing a small part of the kitchen floor so the flash slips over it when trying to get a quick snack in. Painting the underside of Batman’s cape a deep glittery purple so he will only find out when he’s jumping dramatically at thugs.

Just 50 000 words of this and then something bad happens and this small kid (bonus points if he’s even younger and thus less threatening looking) goes mental. Suddenly you have this incomprehensible monster before you that slashes up reality with every swipe of its claws, the thousands of eyes that suddenly replaced the heavens glaring down at you together with the eyes on this creature. Screaming with a sound penetrating something deeper than your very soul. Slashing the threat to shreds, before…

He returns to this kid you’ve known for months. The innocent kid that fanboyed over Martian manhunter, geeked with the atom, trained playfully with Wonder Woman. Just the wait and then the bomb. The realization your in the presence of a god or a god like being.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #wonder woman #superman #is my love for eldritch Danny shining through again?#yes #do I regret it?#no :)#ghost #eldritch #eldritch danny #dp #writing prompt #is this a fanfic?

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alphajocklover · 2 months ago

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for so long I have been this loser nerd could you turn me into a extremely dumb douchebag jock or frat bro

You hated to admit it, but you shouldn’t be here. You wanted to be there, you really did, but deep down you knew that you weren’t the type of guy who belonged at a frat party, especially not one at the Beta Delta Epsilon.

Beta Delta Epsilon was the coolest, most exclusive frat in the entire university, one known for having incredibly muscular, manly members who most of the girls in the school openly lusted after. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t lust after them too, but as one of the only gay guys in school you were in the minority. Most guys wanted to be one of them instead of being with one of them, but being a gay nerd you found yourself wanting both, something you unfortunately knew was impossible. Not only did Beta Delta Epsilon accept only the most masculine, athletic men for frat, they also only accepted straight guys. It wasn’t an official rule of course, since that would break all kinds of rules, but it was rumored that you’d have to have slept with at least 30 different girls to even be considered to pledge. Which was part of why this whole thing was so strange. Why would an exclusive, popular frat, one that usually only lets in 15 members a year, decide to hold a party for potential new pledges, and invite… you? You were certain it was going to be some kind of prank, that someone in the frat had figured out you were gay – which wouldn’t be hard to do – and was going to make beating you up part of a loyalty test for the real new pledges or something. Still, even though you knew it would probably end with you getting beaten into a pulp, you decided to go. Going meant that you would actually get to see the inside of the BDE frat house, which was usually a privilege kept only for the members or the hot girls they invited to their wild parties. Being able to say he was allowed inside their frat house or considered to join, even as part of a prank, would be a big boost to his popularity, something he definitely needed, if only so that some of the less popular jocks who weren’t part of the frat would stop picking on him.

Things only got weirder as you entered the frat house. You had expected to be completely out of place, the only geek in a sea of studs vying to join the frat, but instead you seemed to be one of a dozen or so geeks who didn’t understand what they were doing there. Instead of the cream of the crop, this group seemed to be at the bottom of the barrel. Hell, you were probably the least geeky guy here, and that was saying something. As you awkwardly mingled with the others, more and more convinced that this whole thing was going to turn out to be some sort of massive prank, you almost didn’t notice as three people who looked like they actually belonged there entered. You immediately recognized them as three of the most popular members for the frat, Dan Chou, Chad Everton, and frat president Owen Holden.

Dan Chou was possibly the dumbest person you had ever met, but what he lacked for in intelligence he made up for in pure brute strength. He was infamous around school as the frats enforcer, the guy who beat up any geek who tried to speak out against the frat, or who just annoyed them a little too much. Rumor had it that as rough as he was against nerds, he was even rougher in the bedroom, and the parade of sorority girls who had left the frat house with blissed out looks on their face and a slight limp seemed to attest to that. Dan Chou was popular for one reason: because he was pure, unadulterated, aggressive masculinity. Every nerd in school felt a mix of terror and jealousy the moment he walked into a room. Currently he stood to the left of Owen, a disgusted sneer on his face as he looked down on each of you.

To Owen’s right was Chad Everton, the brain to Dan’s intense brawn. Well, not exactly. Chad was notably smarter than Dan, but what he was really known for was his charms. It was a well known fact around campus that Chad was an utter douchebag, one who cared little for others beyond what pleasure they could bring him, yet despite this well earned reputation he still seemed able to charm anyone into doing anything for him. Girls seemed to melt with every word he spoke, guys listened to him like they were in a trance, and even the nerds he mocked regularly would happily do his homework for him the next day. His cocky confidence and large ego seemed almost like a superpower that let him bend anyone to his will, or at least anyone outside the frat. He smirked at you and the rest of the nerds that were at the party, his grin tainted by an aura of arrogant superiority. Between Chad’s cocky smirk and Dan’s disgusted sneer however was something even more powerful than either of them: Owen Holden.

Owen Holden was… perfect. There wasn’t really a better word for it. Owen Holden was the golden boy, the perfect jock. Just as strong as Dan, just as charming as Chad, and more dominant and commanding than either of them. Dan dominated through his strength and the fear it caused, and Chad did so through his natural charms, but Owen… Owen was just naturally commanding. It wasn’t any specific thing about him, it was just him. If he said jump, everyone in school would say ‘how high.’ He had a calm, collected confidence that made it feel like he owned any room he was in. Right now he was standing in front of a bunch of geeks, flanked by the two other jocks, with an unreadable expression on his face. And weirdly enough, he was looking directly at you. You stared at him for a moment in pure shock, before a slight grin came to his face and he quickly moved on. “Alright you pathetic fucking geeks.” Owen said, the entire room silent as he spoke, his deep voice echoing through the frat house “You’re here for one reason and one reason only: we’re fucking desperate. We’ve looked up and down this school for anyone worthy of joining BDE, and all we’ve found are losers. Which is why we’re willing to give you pussys a shot.” All around you you heard the excited rambling as your fellow nerds turned to each other, some with looks of elation on their faces and others with plainly insulted expressions. You however weren’t excited or insulted, you were confused. Why would an exclusive frat want people like you to join? Even if they were having trouble finding new members because of their standards, why not let some of the lesser jocks join instead of going to the lamest geeks they could find? “Now, to be clear, none of you faggots are joining.” Chad said with a cocky smirk, a sadistic look in his eye as he watched multiple hopeful nerds deflate “At least not as you are now. See, BDE is a frat of alphas. And we aren’t going to lower out standards just for fucking attendance issues.” “But we ain’t gonna let our frat just die out either. So instead of lowering ourselves to you, we’re gonna build you dumbasses up.” Dan continued. Suddenly the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Your hair began to stand on edge as a strange electric charge flowed throughout the room. Out of the corner of your eye you could see some nerds try to make a break for it, only to find the doors locked. “Now, not all of you are going to get in. We only accept the best of the best after all. But you are all about to get a major upgrade. Welcome to the real BDE.” Owen said with a smirk as the electricity grew more wild, and the room was filled with a violently bright light. Your ears rang as your vision returned, and the lightning that had seemed to be shooting through you seemed to dissipate. It took you a moment to realize you were still in the frat house, and another moment to realize that something had changed. You have changed. Looking down you saw you had gone through a complete and total transformation. Your skinny-fat body had been overhauled, your new self having thick, manly arms, huge pecs, and amazing abs. It was like you had been replaced with another version of yourself, one who had been on steroids since he was 10. Looking down you could see that even your cock was bigger, a foot long sausage pushing against sweat pants you definitely weren’t wearing before. Looking around you could see that you weren’t the only one either. Every geek in the room seemed to have transformed into a stud jock version of themselves. You did notice, with a strange flush of arrogance, that you were one of the biggest of the newly transformed jocks. Before you could properly examine those feelings, Owen Holden spoke up once more.

“Alright. Now you guys actually have some fucking potential.” he said with a pleased smirk “Remember, only 15 of you get to join us. But the 15 who do, get a life of alpha male greatness, sports, masculinity, awesome bros, and will have the hottest girls on campus throwing themselves at you.”

As he spoke you felt a desire to join the frat growing inside of you. All of what Owen had described sounding fucking incredible, and you could already picture yourself as a member of the frat, dominating the school, hanging with other manly douchebags and fucking the hottest girls you had ever seen. It didn’t matter that you had been gay 5 minutes ago. Why would it? You weren’t some fucking faggot, not anymore.

“Now, we’re having our first round of eliminations in a week. Each of you is to fuck as many girls as you can before the week is up. The bros with the highest body count get to stay. The rest of you get cut, and have to settle for being in the lesser frats.” Owen said “Now… get out there and have some fucking fun.”

As you swaggered out of the BDE frat house, you could already feel your massive cock get hard as it pushed against your pants. You were going to get into this fucking frat, and you didn’t care how many bimbo sluts you had to fuck to do it.

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #gay to straight #bde tf

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tamzzz69 · 4 months ago

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Switched Up

Max Parker had always been the nerdy kid—the one who spent his time coding, reading comics, and staying out of the way of guys like Jake Walker, the star quarterback. Jake, on the other hand, was the definition of a high school jock—muscular, confident, and a little too cocky for his own good.

But everything changed when they woke up in the wrong bodies.

Max jolted upright, feeling strangely… powerful. His reflection in the mirror made his jaw drop. He was in Asher Angel’s body—tall, athletic, and famous. His once scrawny frame was gone, replaced by defined muscles and a face people actually recognized.

“This is insane,” Max whispered, flexing his biceps. “I look like a superhero.”

Jake, meanwhile, was having the opposite reaction. He groaned, pushing himself up and immediately feeling… weaker? He looked down at his arms—lean, toned, but nowhere near the bulk he was used to. His reflection showed Avi Angel’s face staring back at him.

“Oh, hell no,” Jake muttered, scowling. “What kind of prank is this?”

They didn’t know what had happened or how, but they both had the same instinct—to find the other and fix this mess.

When they met up, things got confusing fast.

Max, still marveling at his new body, recognized Jake instantly—but he wasn’t expecting what came next.

“Avi?” Max asked, blinking.

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Asher?”

Max sighed in relief. “Oh, good, it’s actually you, Avi.”

Jake crossed his arms. “Wait… you’re not Asher?”

Max shook his head. “No, dude, it’s me, Max! You’re not really Avi, are you?”

Jake groaned. “Oh, great. This just got even weirder.”

Both boys realized the truth—they were stuck in celebrity bodies, and no one else seemed to notice. While Max was geeking out over his newfound fame and strength, Jake was struggling to accept his leaner build.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Jake grumbled, “but I actually miss my real body.”

Max grinned, flexing again. “Yeah, well… I don’t.”

#malebodyswap #male takeover #male model #male physique #hot male #malebodypossesion #male body transformation

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demonic0angel · 3 months ago

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I got an idea for your Big Sis Bas AU basically Barbara overhears her little bro tell Cass able his bestfriends.

Barbara paused as she checked on Cass' microphone.

She could hear Danny's voice through it. Freezing in place, Barbara floundered for a moment before quickly tuning in. She wasn't sure why or how Cass was having a conversation with Danny, but she wasn't going to complain.

"— and these are my best friends. This is Sam and Tucker," came Danny's soothing, charming voice. "Sam is a goth and Tuck is a tech geek. We've been best friends ever since middle school, when we helped Sam hide after she pranked the principal by putting compost in his office."

Cassandra hummed. "Cute."

"Yeah, we're still friends now, but it's a bit long distance because of me moving. Oh! Here's another one of my friends. This is Valerie! We had a rocky start but we became friends after we made up. She's super cool and also really badass!"

"Sounds cool. A BAMF."

"Hah! I didn't think you'd know that term!" Both Danny and Cass laughed before moving on.

Barbara continued listening, just a little longer. She'd move on, she just wanted a little longer...

"And this is Wes! He won't tell you that we're friends, but we're definitely friends! He's pretty cool but we also had a rocky start to our friendship in high school. Look! This is him playing basketball! When we became seniors, I remember the whole friendgroup going to his games and he used to be so embarrassed!"

"Wow," Cass said.

Danny said, "Right? What about you, Orphan? Do your friends live close to you?"

Cass hummed and then began to speak slowly.

Barbara closed her eyes and smiled. Usually, she'd feel a little disgruntled that her teammates were approaching her little siblings, but she supposed that she'd let this one go.

For now, at least.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom x dc #dp x dc crossover #ask #anon ask #danny fenton #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #half sister au #barbara gordon #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #wes weston #ty for the ask!

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every1lvsme · 3 months ago

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Could you do one on their reaction of getting a Love Confession separately …cuz like we know none of them got one before…let’s be honest

Omg yes bro I’m actually surprised they know what a female is 😢

Bill Dickey

- this greasy little germ was probably so hard to confess due to the fact that it’s impossible to find the right time

- But eventually when you do find a time he’s alone and not in a too bad of a mood he’s too shocked to respond right away

- He probably insulted you and ran off only to call you back later that day and say he accepted your confession with a half assed response

- He’s actually so hard to please (me) like even after you two get together he’ll criticize your confession and say it “could’ve been more”

Josh levy

- he was a nervous blushing wreck when you confessed to him

- But he also was scared and grabbed you asking if someone was recording in the bushes or something seeing it as a prank

- Partially due to insecurity and also because he thinks you’re joking with him

- The next day he (with his mom’s help) buys you a small bouquet and insisting that it’s a “man’s job to ask the lady”

Jerry Stokes

- most think he’d be normal about it but he’s REALLY not

- He’s so cringe and I feel like because of his love for fantasy he’s very over dramatic about romance stuff

- saying stuff like “how could you ever love some geek like me?” Or something

- like BRO JUST SAY YES 🙁🥀

- But definitely the easiest one to confess to

Pete DiNunzio

- this freaking creep bro.

- He’s trying so hard to not act vulnerable and hide the large amount of blush on his face

- He was desperately avoiding eye contact before finally thinking of a cheap excuse to run away go home

- Give him like a week to show his face again. And he’s totally acting like some tough guy until you call him out on it

Why are these men so stupid do they know they’re alive

Also two post in one day? Heh… guess you could say I’m the chosen one..

#eltingville club x reader #bill dickey x reader #pete dinunzio x reader #jerry stokes x reader #josh levy x reader #bill dickey #pete dinunzio #jerry stokes #josh levy #eltingville club #welcome to eltingville

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theboost · 3 months ago

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Leverage Superpower AU by ME (and Fern)

Nate: Psychometry. He can psychically read information about objects’ history just by touching them. People assume this helped him in insurance investigation but he actually still had to do all the legwork of research and interviews to FIND the object and reading it really only confirmed his theories. VERY useful in determining if an object is a forgery though. He CANNOT read people but he will often lie and say he can.

Sophie: Probability Manipulation. She can give other people minor bad luck, e.g. tripping on their shoelaces, weird stain on their shirt. She mostly uses this as a psychological manipulation tactic to put people on the emotional low ground when she meets them. Much like her acting, if she tries to use it when not on a con, it backfires on her.

Eliot: Enhanced Senses. This helps with things like tracking and accuracy but doesn’t necessarily add to his fighting ability, and actually makes the hits feel much worse than they are. This also means that when he says something is very distinctive he REALLY means it. Also his super refined palate is because his enhanced sense of taste means he truly can’t stomach bad food.

Parker: Size Manipulation. She can grow or shrink but only by about 4 inches because she doesn’t really like to use it or practice. By the end of the show she’s gained mastery over her powers but instead of being able to change by a larger amount she can localize the effects, e.g. make her arm really long, shrink her head. She uses this almost exclusively for absurdist bits.

Hardison: Mental Computation. Google Sage X-Men and look at her powers. Essentially his brain acts like a computer, giving him a photographic memory, the ability to multitask, and he can perform any task after getting a single lesson in it. It’s VERY him. Note that this is NOT technopathy so he can’t speak to computers, his brain just functions in a similar way. Age of the geek baby.

Breanna: Self Duplication. She can create 2-4 copies of herself that she refers to as “her bots”. They act as an her engineering team, her social media team, and prank team. The more copies she makes, the more spread out her attention is and the less complex tasks she can do. She also lies at the beginning and tries to convince Harry that she has mind control powers

Harry: Power Immunity. Other people’s powers, like telepathy or Sophie’s bad luck, do not affect him. It is a power that would allow him to live a totally normal life if he did not surround himself with the super powered and made him a very good evil lawyer. Despite this, when people try to make him do things with their powers he often just. Does it anyway. Hence why Breanna pranks him by pretending to have mind control powers.

#leverage

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growthhyp · 6 months ago

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The Garage Sale III

Aiden stumbled through the bustling college quad, his oversized backpack digging into his bony shoulders. His eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, navigating the digital labyrinth of his latest coding assignment. The mid-afternoon sun cast a stark contrast on the concrete jungle around him, highlighting the stark difference between the vibrant life of the school and his own monochrome existence. He was a creature of solitude, a black-haired, bespectacled ghost weaving through the throngs of chattering students and athletes. His skin, a rich, deep brown, almost seemed to absorb the light, making him even more invisible amidst the sea of faces.

As he approached the library, Aiden felt the familiar knot in his stomach tighten. It was the same feeling he got every time he knew Abe was nearby. The ginger behemoth was a constant thorn in his side, a living embodiment of everything Aiden was not: brawny, brash, and basking in the adoration of his peers. The jock's laughter, booming and obnoxious, echoed through the air like a siren's call, and Aiden's heart quickened as he tried to stealthily navigate past the group of muscle-bound football players. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

"Hey, look what the cat dragged in!" Abe's voice sliced through the din, and a wall of testosterone parted to reveal him. He towered over Aiden, his bulging biceps stretching the fabric of his crimson jersey. Aiden felt his cheeks flush as he looked up into the jock's piercing blue eyes. A cruel smirk played on Abe's lips as he stepped closer, casting a shadow over the smaller man.

"What's up, geek?" Abe sneered, his breath hot and minty against Aiden's cheek. "Still playing on that little toy of yours?" He snatched the phone from Aiden's trembling hand, glancing at the screen with feigned interest before tossing it back with a chuckle. "You should come watch me practice sometime. Maybe you'll learn how to be a man."

Aiden's stomach churned, but he clenched his fists and took a deep breath. "I've got better things to do," he muttered, trying to regain his composure. The phone screen cracked slightly when it hit the ground, and Aiden winced. That was a new low, even for Abe. He bent down to retrieve it, his heart racing.

"What's the matter, Aiden?" Abe's smirk grew wider. "You don't like watching real men at work?" His friends, a pack of equally burly athletes, roared with laughter. Aiden's cheeks burned with humiliation. He had to get out of here, now. He straightened up and looked Abe in the eye, his voice quivering. "I've got a class to get to."

Abe stepped aside, feigned disappointment etched on his face. "Too bad," he said, slapping Aiden's back hard enough to make him stumble. "Some other time, I guess." The group of jocks jeered as Aiden scurried away, the echo of their laughter following him into the library's welcoming silence.

Once inside, Aiden found refuge in the quiet embrace of the computer lab, his sanctuary from the world outside. He slumped into his chair, his heart still pounding in his chest. Being Abe's roommate was a living nightmare. They had been randomly paired by the school's housing system, and the irony wasn't lost on Aiden. The jock's boisterous energy and alpha-male posturing clashed violently with his own introverted nature, leaving him feeling like a caged animal in his own room. Aiden's only solace was his computer, the digital world his escape from the relentless barrage of insults and pranks that Abe subjected him to.

But even as the jock's cruelty replayed in his mind, Aiden couldn't help but feel his body react in an unexpected way. Abe's muscular physique was like a siren's call to his hidden desires. Every time Abe flexed his biceps, every time he saw the way his abs rippled when he took off his shirt, Aiden felt a twinge of arousal. It was confusing and humiliating, but he couldn't deny the attraction. He tried to shake the images from his mind, focusing on the cold, lifeless screen in front of him. But as he typed away, his thoughts kept drifting back to Abe's body.

The memory of their first encounter in the dorm room washed over him. Aiden had been unpacking his bags when Abe strutted in, all confidence and bravado. His ginger hair was a fiery crown atop his broad shoulders, and his skin was the color of a perfectly roasted sweet potato. Aiden had felt his cock stiffen in his pants as Abe threw his duffel bag onto the bed and flexed his arms, the veins in his forearms popping as he claimed the top bunk. It was like watching a living, breathing Greek statue come to life, and Aiden had been utterly captivated.

In the weeks that followed, the bullying had only intensified, but so had Aiden's infatuation. He found himself sneaking glances at Abe whenever he could, his eyes lingering on the way the jock's muscles moved beneath his skin like a living tapestry. He would lie in his bed at night, listening to the sound of Abe's deep, even breathing, and imagine what it would be like to trace his fingers over those powerful contours. He knew it was wrong, that he should despise the very thought of Abe's touch, but his body had a mind of its own.

One fateful afternoon, the breaking point came. Aiden had had enough. As Abe loomed over him in the dorm, poking fun at his latest coding project, Aiden felt a surge of anger unlike anything he had ever experienced. He shoved Abe's hand away, knocking over the half-empty protein shake that had been perched on the edge of his desk. The sticky, sweet liquid spattered across the floor, and the room fell silent.

Abe's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading to a snarl. "You little shit," he growled, his fists clenching. "You're going to pay for that."

Without a second thought, Aiden bolted. His skinny legs, usually reserved for carrying his slender frame from one class to another, found a newfound speed as he dashed through the dorm's hallways. The chorus of Abe's outraged curses and his heavy footsteps grew louder behind him. Adrenaline coursed through Aiden's veins, turning his fear into a wild, untamed beast that propelled him forward.

He sped past the open doors of the dorms, ignoring the stunned stares of his peers. His heart thumped in his chest like a drum, each beat a reminder of the danger that lurked just steps away. Aiden knew he couldn't outrun Abe forever, but every second he managed to stay ahead was a victory in its own right.

As the sound of Abe's footsteps grew closer, Aiden's eyes scanned the area for an escape. His gaze fell upon a house with a garage sale sign hanging askew from the doorframe. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed down the driveway and ducked into the open garage, panting heavily.

The owner of the garage sale was Jack, a towering figure of masculine power that stood out even in the sea of muscular jocks at the college. His straight, tall body was sculpted by rigorous bodybuilding routines, and his attire was as enigmatic as the house behind him. He wore a vibrant blue tank top that clung to his broad chest and bulging biceps, hinting at the strength beneath. Skin-tight black shorts accentuated his powerful legs, and white sneakers with tight laces completed the look. The silver necklace with a gothic cross around his neck shimmered in the sunlight, adding an unexpected touch of elegance to his intimidating presence.

The ancient-looking house with ivy climbing up the walls loomed in the background, whispering secrets of its mystical heritage. The garage was a treasure trove of vibrant garments, a stark contrast to the well-maintained lawns and quaint neighborhood. Aiden, panting and trembling, stumbled into this whimsical scene, his eyes wide with fear as he searched for a place to hide from Abe's wrath.

Jack, the owner of the garage sale, looked up from his perch atop a sturdy wooden chair, his silver necklace glinting in the sunlight. He took in the sight of the panic-stricken college student with a knowing smile. The garments around him fluttered in the gentle breeze, their colors popping against the dark, mysterious aura of the house.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a hurry, friend," Jack drawled, his deep voice rumbling through the garage like distant thunder.

Aiden's eyes darted around the space, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Please, I… I just need to hide for a moment," he stammered, his gaze landing on the towering figure before him.

Jack's smile grew, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "From what?" he inquired, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. The garments around them fluttered, as if eager to hear Aiden's response.

"Abe," Aiden managed to croak out, his voice trembling. "He's… he's been bullying me since we became roommates." He paused, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. "He just… he's a jock, and he doesn't like that I'm… that I'm different."

Jack's expression grew serious, his eyes scanning Aiden with a newfound intensity. "Ah," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "A classic case of the lion and the lamb." He stood up, his muscles rippling as he towered over the trembling student. "Don't worry, little one. You're safe here."

With a wave of his hand, Jack indicated the racks of clothes surrounding them. "Why don't you pick something out?" he suggested, his voice a low purr. "A change of attire might just be what you need to throw that oaf off your scent."

Aiden's eyes widened at the prospect. He had never thought of using clothing as a disguise before. The idea was ludicrous, but at the same time, it was strangely appealing. He shuffled through the racks, his trembling hands brushing against the fabric of shirts that screamed confidence and colors that shouted rebellion. The garments were a stark departure from his usual plain t-shirts and baggy pants, a silent manifesto of self-expression that he had never allowed himself to indulge in before.

Jack watched him with a knowing smile, his powerful arms folded across his chest. "Take your time," he said, his voice a comforting bass. "Find something that makes you feel… seen."

Aiden's eyes fell upon a faded black hoodie and matching jogger pants that looked as if they had been worn by someone of Jack's size. They were simple, yet exuded a strange power, as if they had been imbued with the confidence of a hundred fiery comebacks and the resilience of a thousand unspoken truths. The fabric was soft to the touch, and Aiden could almost feel the warmth of the garments wrapping around him, shielding him from the world's cruel eyes. He looked up at Jack, hope flickering in his gaze.

"Those?" Aiden's voice was barely a whisper.

Jack nodded, his smile widening. "They're perfect for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "They're my old clothes, from back when I was your age. They've got a bit of history, a bit of fight in them. I can see it in your eyes, you want to fight back. But remember, not every battle is won with fists."

Aiden swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Can… can I change here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack's smile grew even wider, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Of course," he said, gesturing towards a makeshift changing room in the corner of the garage. It was nothing more than a large, velvet curtain that had seen better days, but to Aiden, it was a beacon of hope. "Take your time. The clothes will fit you like a glove, I promise."

With trembling hands, Aiden stepped behind the curtain, the fabric swishing around him like a dark cloak. He peeled off his own shirt and pants, his skin sticking to the fabric with a cold sweat. As he slipped on the black hoodie and jogger pants, they felt strange on his body—like a second skin that whispered promises of strength and protection. He looked at his reflection in a dusty mirror that leaned precariously against the garage wall, and for a moment, he didn't recognize himself. The clothes were indeed too big for him, hanging off his skeletal frame like a child playing dress-up in his father's oversized attire. Yet, there was something about them that made him feel… different.

As the fabric settled into place, a warmth spread through his body, starting from his chest and radiating down to his toes. He could feel the magic of the garments coursing through him, and with it, a strange sensation grew in his groin. Aiden's eyes widened as he looked down to see his cock stiffening and growing, pushing against the fabric of the jogger pants. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he could feel his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The hoodie's fabric grew taut around his shoulders, stretching and morphing as his body began to change, filling out the garments in a way that seemed impossible for his lanky frame.

A soft moan of pleasure slipped from his lips as he felt his muscles swell. His biceps bulged, pushing the sleeves of the hoodie to their limits, and his chest grew broad and firm, the fabric of the shirt straining to contain the newfound power beneath it. His abs rippled as they formed, each one defined and strong. The sensation was overwhelming, and he reached up to touch the new contours of his body, his fingers tracing the lines of his pecs in amazement. His once-concave stomach had transformed into a washboard of power that begged to be admired.

His shoulders broadened, the seams of the hoodie giving way to reveal the beginnings of a pair of broad, powerful shoulders that could carry the weight of the world—or at least the burden of his heavy backpack with ease. The fabric of the garments grew taut across his back, highlighting the growth of his muscles as they expanded to fill the space. Aiden felt his heart race as the transformation continued, the blood pulsing through his veins like a symphony of strength.

The sensation grew more intense, his spine straightening and lengthening as muscles he had never felt before began to take shape. His back grew wider, the bones of his ribcage stretching and popping as they made room for the newfound bulk of his torso. He couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure and surprise, his breath hitching as his body continued to change before his very eyes. The feeling of power surging through him was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and adrenaline that made his knees weak.

Aiden looked down at his legs and gasped. They were no longer the spindly sticks that had carried him from one class to the next; they were thick, powerful pillars that could support the weight of his newfound strength. His calves bulged with each step he took, the muscles flexing and moving beneath his skin like living art. His feet grew larger, filling the space in his sneakers Jack had handed him with a satisfying snugness. The fabric of the jogger pants stretched tightly over his newly sculpted thighs, the seams straining against the unyielding pressure of his growth.

And his cock… it was massive, thick and heavy, demanding attention. It was as if the garments had brought to life every fantasy he had ever dared to think about Abe. The fabric of the jogger pants struggled to contain the monstrous length and girth that now filled his vision. The pressure was unbearable, and Aiden couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he reached down to adjust himself. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before—his skin was sensitive, electrified, begging for touch.

With trembling fingers, Aiden pulled down his pants, his cock springing free like a caged animal released into the wild. The sight of it was almost too much to handle, and he couldn't resist the urge to stroke himself. The feeling was indescribable—each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure through his body, making his knees weak and his toes curl. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, mixing with the faint scent of the garage's dust and the musky aroma of the leather jackets that hung nearby. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he leaned against the mirror for support, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

As he came back to reality, Aiden realized the extent of the transformation. The once-shy college student was now a confident, dominant force, his mind ablaze with a hunger for male submission. The very thought of dominating a man, of feeling his cock buried deep inside someone else, filled him with a sense of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His interests had shifted in an instant—gone were the nights spent coding and playing video games. Now, all Aiden could think about was the rush of adrenaline from the football field, the feel of a tight end around his thick, swollen cock. His former love for comics and computers had been replaced by a ravenous appetite for physical conquest and the thrill of the chase.

But with this newfound confidence came a sharp decline in his intellect. His thoughts had become as thick and murky as the fog that rolled in off the ocean, clouding his once-sharp mind. His IQ had plummeted to a mere 70, leaving him struggling to grasp the complex concepts he had once found so easy. It was as if the garments had stolen his intelligence in exchange for his newfound strength and bravado. The very idea of his previous life—his studies, his quiet solitude—now seemed like a distant memory, a fading dream from a life he no longer knew.

The transformation wasn't just physical; it was a complete shift in his essence. The clothes had imbued him with a raw, primal power that was undeniable, and it was all he could think about. His once-shy persona had been swallowed whole by this new, alpha-male identity, leaving Aiden to grapple with his newfound desires.

As the first wave of pleasure crashed over him, Aiden's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural groan that echoed through the garage. His body convulsed as he came, the warmth of his cum spilling out over his fist and down his thighs. The scent of his arousal filled the small space, mingling with the dust and the faint smell of motor oil. The garments around him seemed to pulse with excitement, as if feeding off his sexual energy.

Jack's eyes widened slightly from outside the curtain, the sound of Aiden's pleasure music to his ears. He knew that the transformation was complete, that the magic of the garments had taken hold. He had seen it before, the way they could change someone so fundamentally, so completely. It was a heady power, one that he reveled in.

As Aiden's breathing evened out, he felt it—the beginnings of a new arousal, his cock swelling once more. He looked down in shock, his hand still sticky with cum, as the fabric of the jogger pants stretched and strained against his burgeoning erection. The magic of the garments was potent, and having worn two of them at once had amplified the effect.

The warmth grew stronger, spreading from his groin and enveloping his entire body. It was a warmth unlike any he had ever felt—it didn't just feel good, it felt… right. It was a warmth that filled him with a deep, primal urge to conquer, to claim what was his. His heart raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and confusion.

Jack's voice broke through the haze, a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in Aiden's very bones. "How do you feel, my friend?" he called out, a hint of excitement in his tone.

Aiden's eyes snapped open, his breathing ragged. "Jack… what… what have you done to me?" His voice was deeper, more assertive than he had ever heard it.

Jack stepped closer to the curtain, his own heart racing with excitement. "It's all part of the transformation," he said, his voice soothing. "The clothes, they… they have a way of bringing out the true you."

Aiden's hand stilled on his cock, the pleasure subsiding to a dull throb. He looked at the mirror again, his eyes widening as he took in his new image. He was no longer the skinny nerd that Abe could push around. Now, he was something else entirely—powerful, dominant, a creature of pure masculine desire. The warmth grew stronger, and he felt his body swell with each pulse of blood in his veins. His skin grew tight and hot, the garments clinging to him like a second skin.

The grey hoodie groaned in protest as Aiden's shoulders bulged, tearing the fabric with the ease of a lion shaking off a wet coat. The material split along the seams, revealing the swell of his biceps and the sharp lines of his triceps. The cotton fibers struggled to contain the explosion of muscles that had overtaken his body. His chest ballooned, the fabric of the shirt straining and popping as his abs grew more defined, each one a ridge of power beneath the surface. The neckline gave way, the fabric no match for the newfound bulk that was Aiden's shoulders.

Aiden looked down at his legs, his calves now bulging and thick, the once-flimsy jogger pants now nothing but shreds around his ankles. His feet had grown to size 16, the sneakers Jack had provided now a sad, discarded memory. His toes wiggled in the cool garage air, and he marveled at the sight of them, strong and powerful. The briefs, once a snug fit, now clung to his hips like a lover's embrace, the elastic stretched to its limits by the monstrous cock that jutted out obscenely before him.

The urge to touch himself was overwhelming, and Aiden couldn't resist. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, feeling the warmth and weight of it, the fabric of his briefs doing little to hide his newfound size. His strokes grew more vigorous as the warmth in his groin spread, his moans filling the garage like a siren's call. His hips bucked involuntarily, his body moving with a mind of its own, seeking release from the intense pleasure that was building.

Jack's smile grew wider as he watched through the crack in the curtain. He had seen this transformation before, the way the garments could strip away the layers of a man's identity and leave him a creature of pure, unbridled desire. He knew that once Aiden emerged from that changing room, there would be no going back. The transformation was complete.

As the warmth grew to a crescendo, Aiden's thoughts grew more primal. He no longer cared about his studies, his coding projects, or the quiet life he had once known. His mind was a raging sea of muscular men, their powerful bodies writhing in a tapestry of passion and submission. He was the captain of this ship, the master of this domain, and he would conquer them all.

Aiden felt his cock throb with anticipation, and with a roar of pleasure, he came again. His seed spurted forth, painting the dusty mirror before him in a display of dominance. The room filled with the scent of his release, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to thicken the very air. The garments around him quivered with excitement, as if in response to his newfound power. His orgasm was a declaration of war against the weakness that had once defined him.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Aiden's eyelids grew heavy. The exertion of his transformation had left him drained, and the warmth of the garments lulled him into a deep, satisfied sleep. He slumped against the mirror, his muscular form heaving with each ragged breath. The sticky mess of his cum was a testament to the intensity of the change, a reminder of the power that now surged through his veins.

Jack watched him from the shadows, his smile never wavering. He knew that once Aiden awoke, his world would be forever changed. The magic of the garments had done its work, turning the shy, introverted college student into a creature of unbridled desire and physical prowess. The sleeping giant was now a force to be reckoned with, and Jack couldn't wait to see the havoc he would wreak upon the unsuspecting college campus.

#muscle growth stories #jockification #male transformation #personality change #jock tf #nerd to jock #roided muscle #ai generated

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ericshoney · 1 month ago

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Prank gone wrong ~ Avengers

Summary: Your the avengers prankster but as a prank goes wrong you feel guilty and disappear for a while to think about it, worrying the rest of the team.

Warnings: Possible swearing, slight angst, small injury, pranks.

Reader's age: 16

I’ve always been the one to lighten things up in Avengers Tower. At 16, with telekinesis as my not-so-secret weapon, I could make a coffee mug dance across the table or send Tony’s favorite gadget flying into the air just for a laugh. The team tolerated it—heck, they encouraged it. "Keeps us on our toes," Natasha would say with a smirk. But today, that all came crashing down, and I’m left wondering if I’ve finally gone too far.

Avengers Tower was my playground, a massive skyscraper of gleaming glass and high-tech labs, buzzing with energy. The common areas were always alive with chatter—Tony tinkering in his workshop, Thor boasting about Asgard, and Peter, aka Spider-Man, geeking out over the latest tech. Peter was my favourite target. He was just a year older than me, always so earnest and wide-eyed, making him the perfect man for my pranks. We’d bonded over being the "kids" of the group.

It started like any other afternoon. I was lounging on the couch in the main living area, flipping through a comic book with my powers. I’d levitate the pages to turn them without lifting a finger—small stuff, but it made me feel in control. Peter was across the room, practicing his web-slinging in the training simulator. He’d been complaining about how his new web-shooters were "glitchy," so I thought I’d help him out with a little "test."

"Come on, Y/n, you’ve got to see this!" Peter called, swinging from one mock building to another. I grinned, my mind already racing with ideas. Using my telekinesis, I could nudge things without anyone noticing. It was subtle, like a ghost in the machine. I focused on his web-shooters, giving them a gentle psychic push to make the webs shoot at weird angles. Just a harmless prank to make him laugh, right?

At first, it was hilarious. Peter launched a web that stuck to the ceiling fan, spinning him around like a human top. The team erupted in laughter—Clint was doubled over, and even Bruce cracked a smile. "Nice one, kid!" Tony shouted from the doorway, probably recording it for blackmail material later.

But then it went wrong. Terribly wrong. As Peter tried to untangle himself, I pushed a bit too hard, messing with the stabilisers in his suit. The web snapped, and he plummeted toward the floor. I panicked and tried to catch him with my powers, but I was too late. He hit the ground with a thud, his arm twisting at an awkward angle. The room went silent. Peter groaned, clutching his wrist, and when he looked up at me, his eyes weren’t filled with the usual good-nature annoyance. They were hurt. Real hurt.

"Oh my God, Peter, I’m so sorry!" I blurted, rushing over. But he just waved me off, his face pale. "It’s fine, Y/n. Just... give me a sec." The medics arrived quickly—standard protocol—and whisked him away for a check-up. Tony shot me a disapproving glare, and the rest of the team exchanged worried glances. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My stomach twisted into knots. What had I done? It was supposed to be a joke, a way to blow off steam after all the intense training sessions. Instead, I’d hurt my friend.

Guilt hit me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t face them. Not Tony’s disappointed eyes, not Natasha’s knowing stare, not anyone. So, I did what I always do when things get messy—I disappeared. I slipped out of the living area and headed to the tower’s rooftop. It was my secret spot, high above the city, where the wind whipped through my hair and the world felt a little less overwhelming. I could think up there, away from the chaos.

Hours passed, or maybe it was just minutes; time blurred in the haze of my thoughts. I sat on the edge, dangling my legs over the side, using my telekinesis to idly spin a pebble in the air. What if Peter’s injury was serious? What if I’d broken his trust for good? I wasn’t just some kid with powers—I was part of the team. Pranks were my thing, but this wasn’t funny anymore. It was reckless. Stupid. I buried my face in my hands, tears stinging my eyes. "I’m such an idiot," I muttered to the empty sky.

Down in the tower, I knew they’d notice I was gone. The team was like a family, overprotective to a fault. By now, alarms were probably blaring, or at least Tony was tracking my suit’s signal. I didn’t care. I needed space to figure out how to fix this mess.

It wasn’t long before I heard the door to the rooftop creak open. Footsteps approached—heavy, deliberate. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Steve and Bucky. The old-school heroes, the ones who always saw through the BS.

"Y/n?" Steve’s voice was calm, steady, like it always was. He sat down beside me, his shield leaning against the ledge. Bucky stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his metal one glinting in the fading light.

I wiped my eyes quickly, trying to play it cool. "Hey. What are you guys doing up here?"

Steve didn’t buy it. "We’ve been looking for you. The team’s worried. Peter’s okay—sprained wrist, but he’ll be fine. He’s more upset that you ran off."

Guilt surged again, hot and unrelenting. "I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was just a prank. I thought it would be funny, but... I messed up. Badly."

Bucky knelt down next to us, his expression softer than I expected. "We all make mistakes, kid. Even us old timers. Remember when I accidentally short-circuited Tony’s suit during sparring? He didn’t talk to me for a week."

I managed a weak laugh, but it faded quickly. "Yeah, but you guys save the world. I just... prank people. What if I’m not cut out for this?"

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "You’re more than that, Y/n. You bring light to this place. But pranks have consequences, especially with powers involved. Peter knows that. He’s not mad at you—he’s just shaken."

I nodded, the weight on my chest easing a little. "I need to apologise. Properly."

Bucky smirked. "Good. And maybe lay off the pranks for a bit. Or at least run them by me first—I’ve got some ideas that are way funnier."

We headed back inside together, the three of us walking in comfortable silence. The tower felt warmer now, less like a fortress and more like home. When I found Peter in the med bay, his arm in a sling, I didn’t hold back. "I’m really sorry, Pete. I swear, no more pranks like that."

He grinned, that easygoing smile returning. "It’s cool. But next time, let’s just play video games instead."

The team welcomed me back with open arms—no lectures, just understanding. Tony even joked about turning my telekinesis into a "prank-proof" app. As I settled into my room that night, I realised something: being the prankster was fun, but being part of the team meant growing up. And for the first time, I felt ready for it.

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Dividers by: @issysh3ll

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moonlit-midnight · 3 months ago

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Relationships with the characters:

✩ All of them are strictly PLATONIC. ✩ My Yuusona’s bio (if you want to get to know me more).

✩ Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Ortho Shroud.

Dynamics: Like brother and sister, Found family, True companions.

The three boys share an endearing sibling bond with Hannah. Although they’re polar opposites, she easily got along with them because their personalities are shockingly similar to her younger brothers. She enjoys cooking for Ace and Deuce, watching movies on weekends, studying together, and the duo occasionally invite her to Unbirthday parties upon discovering her sweet tooth. As for Ortho, he’s mostly seen hanging out with Hannah in the Ignihyde lounge, either playing video games, board games or geeking about technology and many other things. They became best friends right after Ortho joined the Film Research Club.

✩ Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit.

Dynamics: Odd friendship, Bonding over mutual interests, Positive friendship influence.

Hannah considers her relationship with them kind of strange yet wonderful. She didn’t expect befriending a powerful prince and a famous actor, but it happened anyway. She and Malleus started off as awkward strangers. They used to be too formal and reserved around each other, but they eventually developed a heartwarming bond as time passed by. They bonded over their love for reading, cold desserts and taking long walks at night. She was so happy when Malleus told her that he has a freaking Tamagotchi. *(I own one and it’s one of my favorite gifts from my parents, sadly it no longer works). Unlike Malleus, Vil and Hannah instantly clicked. She dotes on him like she does with the first years, and Vil sees her as an older sister. Aside from being in the same club, they share a few things in common such as their love for fashion and being inspired to act from a young age. *(I was part of the Drama club during my school years and I once dreamed to be an actress because of it).

✩ Lilia Vanrouge.

Dynamics: Platonic soulmates, Chaotic besties, Partners in shenanigans.

Adeuce might be her first friends, but Lilia is the one whom she spends most of her free time with. They became acquainted simply because he’s often around whenever Malleus invites her over. The bat fae is her adventure buddy and partner in pranks. She loves exploring and shopping with him on their day off, and she absolutely delights in joining him in pranking his little family. *(They’re harmless and silly pranks btw). She thinks of Lilia as her soulmate because he’s the friend whom she feels the most comfortable to be weird with and the one she vents to when she has a hard time. They might have a very sweet and affectionate relationship, but they bicker a lot when they cook together, and despite that she finds pure joy in his presence.

✨ These are just summaries of my friendships with my favorites. I’ll post more of our lore whenever I have a chance.

✨ Dividers by @.cafekitsune | Templates from canva | Chibi sprites from twst wiki

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effietrinket1619 · 2 months ago

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On the subject of Jess having a TikTok account dedicated to content produced by dint of her having the weirdest family anyone on the internet has ever seen (this is the true reason they are beating the Waynes for popularity), and Kyle finding that makeup is way more fun than expected:

-Simon being into cars and Hal being into planes. Does this cause conflicts? Who knows but they definitely both have multiple 'infodump about special interest' segments

-Kyle with makeup strikes again, multiple times (they even get John to sit for it, with a face of exasperated indulgence) which then devolves into 'everyone walks in heels challenge' and listen it's been a while since Hal was young enough to steal Carol's shoes for the hell of it but the muscle memory is still there so he's rusty but he's not Guy (cannot go five steps without tripping but he plays it off nicely). This is how everyone learns that Kyle can already walk in heels. He refuses to tell them how or why he knows this.

-also on the Kyle with makeup: does Jess get him into stage makeup and does he then try to make someone look like Kilowog.

-I want Hal to wear a dress at some point (with a good twirly skirt), possibly as another challenge Jess talks everyone into, because I think he'd enjoy it a lot more than he expected to. Guy spends the whole thing exaggeratedly emulating one of the PTA moms he knew back in the day and it's all fun and games until Kyle says 'yknow with dramatics like that you wouldn't be a half bad drag queen' and then Guy gets that specific demonic glint in his eye that means 'I have discovered a new way to cause chaos' and Kyle realizes immediately that he's all but signed himself up as the makeup artist for this. Hal is completely ignoring them in favor of looking at himself in the mirror and twirling in the twirly skirt and periodically hyping Kyle's makeup skills and the shopping skills of whoever picked the dress because "I was honestly expecting a repeat of that time I dressed in drag and sang ABBA at midnight on the tarmac because I lost a bet but you actually made me look nice!"

(Hal will drop anecdotes like that and then never elaborate or bring them up again. He does it specifically to drive Jess insane. She is aware of this.)

-at least one FMK of the Justice League, which about half the actual League watches, chaos ensues as a good quarter of the senior Leaguers pointedly flirt with Hal in Batman's line of sight specifically to make Bruce's eye twitch.

-vlog saga of a trip to an air and space museum, Hal geeks out the whole time, it's adorable.

-one video that's just Jess silently recording the dumpster fire of a trip that is Hal and Guy trying to buy groceries. It is captioned 'this is why John won't let us shop without him'.

-the One Time Jess got John to pop off about architecture

-Simon's litany of extremely helpful car advice.

-Kyle complaining about having art block because he gets so creative when he bitches about it.

-Jess replaces the sugar with salt and half the video is just her fucking booking it away from the rest of the Lanterns.

-yknow those prank videos where one party goes 'I trapped a mouse under the dish I'm too scared to touch it' and it's a computer mouse but you don't find out until the other party has moved it outside? Those fail absolutely in the Lantern house but they fail in such absolutely batshit ways she posts them anyway. Everyone's reactions to 'help there's a mouse/huge bug/etc under it' are just... so fucking weird. Jess tells John there's a big tarantula under that paper cup and he leaves and comes back with a mallet and that's the most normal reaction out of all of them.

-moves all the furniture three inches to the left. Compilation of creative swearing as toes are stubbed.

-rearranges the dishes while everyone's asleep, ensuing '....why are the plates in the bowl cabinet?????' Except Jess obviously can't stop there so one morning everyone wakes up and every cabinet and drawer in their kitchen has been emptied and filled with Legos. John turns the house upside down and he cannot find ANY of their dishes or cooking utensils and the only appliance left is the microwave which has been unplugged and filled with Legos. Kyle, Guy, and Hal immediately sit on the kitchen floor to start playing with the Legos, which is periodically interrupted by John's increasingly furious search for a SINGLE ONE of their dishes or utensils. He'll take finding a single chopstick at this point.

-compilation of having the family try weird foods except all of these people are so used to alien cuisine or the godawful space rations that they just... don't... react... she has Hal eat a carolina reaper the day after he gets back from a several month long mission in space and he's so used to space rations that he's just like 'oh thank god. Flavor.' And that's his only reaction. Like how all food is the best food ever when breakfast was ten hours ago and you've been hiking for eight of them.

-shdhgbsbd Jess does one of those horror movie prank challenges but it's the Lanterns so their reactions are.... not the expected. (Hal wakes up to see some horrific Halloween decoration staring him in the face. He gives it a once over, rolls over, and goes back to sleep).

these are absolutely FRYING me so i'll add on wherever i can

i'd like to make it so clear that jess never, at any given point, actually states the nature of her relationship to these people. they're all from different states, they all have wildly different cultural, religious and employment backgrounds. every time someone's brave enough to ask if [insert lantern] is her partner or parent, jess flat out ignores it and goes on with her day.

there's also the fact that guy and john, who crucially do not have secret identities, appear regularly and seem to live in this house with her? this is equally perplexing as jess apparently just casually knows two whole green lanterns. one person asks if the entire family is made up of green lanterns and jess makes a minute long response video that's just her laughing her ass off. no words at all. that puts the theories to rest for a while.

kyle's dabbled mildly in face painting but make up is a whole different game entirely. there's so much more. like, a lot of creative expression and more products and powders and paints he gets to figure out how to use as well as a whole new array of brushes. he cannot believe it took him this long to try.

john being the next victim is entirely fitting. he's silent and visibly fighting a smile so he looks as stoic as possible while kyle goes to town on him and gives him the cleanest cut crease anyone's ever seen. does this end up boosting john stewarts popularity publicly? yes. jess would tell you she had very little to do with it.

hal and his anecdotes give jess genuine aneurysms. as she films and helps kyle stencil in butterflies over his cheeks and forehead, he drops that he kinda wishes he went all out like this on his wedding day. kyle drops his brush and jess chokes audibly as they talk over each other to ask hal if he's actually married?? hal's response? a grin, a wink and a, "You never asked." horrifying.

kyle does end up getting really good with the state makeup and this spirals into a video where jess walks around looking like she got half of her face torn off (it's surprisingly realistic for makeup) and it scares the shit out of simon and guy.

the way hal is able to sashay in a dress and high heels has everyone deeply suspicious. jess also feels like john in particular is hiding something from them as they watch hal check himself out in a full length mirror. keli's, hidden behind the camera, is the one who asks hal if he's done this before. hal shrugs and says his airforce days were kinda wild. this will be keeping jess and her audience up at night.

anyway, john rocks an evening gown, guy is absolutely thrilled in a vintage, tea length dress that's very reminiscent of the forties housewife style, kyle gets a nice sundress with sunflowers printed all over it and simon has found a wedding dress (no one knows where he got it) and is twirling around in it. truly the video ever. jess has them do a whole catwalk and everything and hal in his heels and makeup really does steal the show.

no one knowing hal is a green lantern makes the FMK so much funnier. when asked for a reason as to why he'd kill batman in literally every single one of these, he has to come up with an answer that doesn't give away his history with bruce. what does he come up with instead? the first and only time he went to gotham, batman knocked his hotdog out of his hands and hal never went back. this gets #justiceforhaljordan and #batmanvshaljordan trending for a week straight. bruce is livid.

hal and guy at the supermarket goes viral because they get into an argument over the flavour of yoghurt keli likes best. it's banana vs chocolate when jess knows keli likes neither of these flavours. she says nothing. the argument lasts for thirty minutes and they end up not buying any yoghurt at all. hal and guy go to the next aisle over and start bickering again over chip flavours. jess's sigh rattles through her very bones.

jess purposefully strides up to simon and tells him that hal's considering getting a cybertruck (he isn't) and the audience gets to see simon's face go from shock to horror to disgust to pure and unadulterated rage. he then storms into hal's room (jess is still filming) and goes on this massive and impassioned rant about why cybertrucks are the single worst investment he could make and if hal bought one, simon would be ripping it apart immediately. hal is. so confused.

john is tipsy when jess brings up architecture and then everyone present, audience included, get an extended house tour where he proudly and deliberately points out every single design feature he included and the reasons for it (ofc john designed the house they're in, what the hell did you expect from me?). it's sweet, it's impassioned and it's clear it was all a labour of love.

the salt prank gets jo first. the others are either too exhausted or jaded to even really notice when they starts stirring salt into their coffee. but jo? she dumps a whole two teaspoons in and jess manages to keep a straight face until jo literally chokes on it and nearly starts drowning right then and there as tea goes everywhere. jess barely makes it out of there with her life preserved.

the mouse prank? yeah hal produces a fuckoff huge flamethrower from nowhere and jess is forced to reveal the prank before he actually burns the house down. jess takes her eyes off kyle for about five minutes and he's already rigged a very elaborate trap that absolutely will not work. jo takes one look at upturned dish and grabs a machete. about a billion viewers fall in love with her almost immediately. guy goes and finds a mouse cage so he can keep it and is devastated to see that it's a computer mouse. jess almost feels bad for him.

keli gets to participate in moving all of the furniture. kyle, eternally stuck in his own head, stubs his toes a million times and looks like he's on the verge of tears by the time he manages to navigate his way into his own room. when the door slams shut, jess and keli do hear another muffled yelp and they consider this a job well done. john eventually asks them to please move the furniture back before guy trips and gives himself more brain damage.

where did jess put the utensils and plates? she's not saying shit. but she does keep coming out with a bowl full of food and it's driving john genuinely nuts as he tries to figure out where the hell she's keeping this stuff. hal, kyle, guy and simon are entirely useless. they've been useless since the legos came out. jo absolutely knows something john doesn't and keli is thrilled that they get to have takeout the entire day. john is rethinking every decision that got him here as he combs through the house for the umpteenth time.

a lot of people find it incredibly attractive that hal, one of two white men in this fuckass family, can handle the heat of a carolina reaper. hal, of course, has been aided by oliver queen's chili recipe which he's consumed over the course of years. most of them have a pretty decent spice tolerance actually, so the challenge is less them feeling pain and more them being relieved that they're back on earth and they can actually eat food with flavour.

as a side note, i wanna make it so clear that the reason hal gets popular originally is because he's hot but after that point? he's just so fucking weird but also kind??? like he's possibly the weirdest guy anyone's ever seen cos he'll read hate comments and huff and go, "I watched my dad burn to death in front of me so this is not my biggest problem right now" and then never elaborate?? an enigma. he is also super cute when he geeks out. that helps.

hal's best friend is kilowog so there's virtually nothing that actually shakes him. jess positions a skeleton on the ceiling over hal's bed (supernatural style) and he doesn't even blink at it when he wakes up. no one does. not even with those enormous spiders that jump off the wall. jess's little pranks here are less about the comedy of her family getting scared and more about just showcasing how fucking weird they all are. it's infuriating and incredibly endearing all at once.

anyway this is so fun thank you for the ask <3

#so glad people are giving me ideas for this au #i spend so much time on tiktok and yet i never actually absorb anything #we need more lantern fluff chat #and im not a fluff writer but by god i'll try #hal jordan #green lantern #jessica cruz #kyle rayner #jo mullein #guy gardner #john stewart #simon baz #keli quintela

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