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[bringerofdarkness-fancomic]

yippeee, we got to Page 20!!! this page was a lot of fun to create because it not only does it finally reveal what exnic wants, but it is also the first time i have ever reached this many pages in any comic i've ever worked on. hurray!!! :D

look at him and his awful smiling face. i love my horrible son. :3

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone and the bunker part 3

We're in the second hallway now. Hopefully I don't get more problems. I added props and decorations in tubs. I tried to add the boxes with the shoes to be like "they belonged to the boys when they were little" but it doesn't really fit. Added a cork board with notices and such, like this brother is doing this on that day type thing.

Bruce, like Floyd has comfy vibes going on, he's got stuff for his kids like books and medals/ribbons. I went with sandy, beachy kind of vibes. Cosy but in a different way, like you'd wanna relax and take a load off. I added a couple of "restaurant" related items like the chalk board and cooking poster. I added neon lights (that for some reason don't act as lights so I had to cheat to get them to light up). I added workout equipment bc he may have a dad bod but he's built like Maui from Moana. Several lotions and body products. And a box of condoms bc they don't need no more kids (they were put there by John as a half-ass joke) and some baby stuff.

On to branchs room. Ignore anything that's floating, some cheats are harder to get to work than others. He's smart and resourceful so he has several bookcases of books. Unlike clay, he puts his books back on the shelf when he's done read. Poppy's added a few things here and there to bring some 'pop' into his space. The crocodile plush is meant to be crocko (I'm assuming it's from the TV series, I'm trying to watch it), branchs favorite childhood plush that has been worn and loved ( like that one Garfield plush).

Finally onto John Dory's room. Johns room was the most difficult to fill but probably my favorite. I'd like to imagine that once moving in he takes on that caring big brother role again. Not the bossy one, the one that tucked his little brothers in and patched up their scraped knee. I can see John (and maybe Bruce) being the only ones who know how to work the washer and dryer, so John does the laundry. He complains about it the whole time but he enjoys taking care of his little brothers anyway he can, he's trying to make up for lost time. I imagine he paces, a LOT, so I gave him room for that. I also gave him a white board bc I see him as someone who needs to visualize their ideas. I gave him the comfiest looking desk chair I could bc he's probably still gonna try and write all their songs but with his bad back it's hard sitting for long periods of time.

So there's all their rooms, the last part is gonna be the kitchen, dinning room, living room and bathroom and probably the girls if I can fit them in

@djmurphy @aerodominics @cow-boy000 @sharks-n-bones

[quitealotofsodapop]

Me encanta el hecho que SWK sea Trans o genfluid (Y posible canon en JTTW aparente) No es de extrañar que se haya sentido ofendido cuando le dieron el trabajo en los establos (En la antigua china se ponían monas que al menstruar bendecían los caballos) y como nuestro monito favorito con los años tubo que tomar un rol ''masculino'' todo el tiempo cuando se convirtió en una leyenda, esos 500 años de aislamiento posiblemente fueron un respiro. me imagino en el fic aun vuelva hacer esa mala practica mientras como Sr. Wu se tome un respiro (Aunque he leído que los macacos es difícil saber su dimorfismo sexual, a menos que sean madres, me imagino que SWK no necesito ninguna cirugía de pecho, por ser Extra o por que es ''plana como tabla'' Copa A)

Translated via google:

"I love the fact that SWK is Trans or genfluid (And possible canon in JTTW apparent) No wonder he was offended when they gave him the job in the stables (In ancient China they used to say that they blessed the horses when they menstruated) and since our favorite little monkey over the years had to take on a ''male'' role all the time when he became a legend, those 500 years of isolation were possibly a respite. I imagine in the fic I'll still do that bad practice while Mr. Wu takes a break (Although I've read that macaques it's difficult to know their sexual dimorphism, unless they are mothers, I imagine that SWK doesn't need any breast surgery , because it is Extra or because it is ''flat as a board'' Cup A)"

I actually didn't know about the menstration = blessing horses lore! That makes a lot of sense why Wukong would get mad at Heaven for giving him such a role. I can imagine him learning of this superstition from another stablehand, and just quiting on the spot. Especially when he learns that "female" roles and jobs aren't valued as much as "male" roles in the Jade Court (based on imperial china).

Then after letting him back in; they gave him the same job as a"Peach Maiden" - just with the title scratched out like he wouldn't have noticed. -_-

Primates like monkeys go through menstration like humans; meaning that Wukong likely has a great deal of knowledge of how to treat the symptoms just by growing up around so many adoptive mothers and sisters. I feel in his time at the palace, he made many female friends just by being attentive to them when they were due.

And since many wild monkey species (especially macaques like Wukong is supposed to be) are matriarchal; it confuses Wukong even more that women in the Celestial Realm aren't given the same level of respect as men. He probably has insulted the Emperor by asking to speak with the Queen Mother before him; "Let me speak with your Woman King. What do you mean "women don't rule"? She's clearly the one in charge. What sort of troop is this?"

So when the pilgrims openly accept Wukong as male, he's so happy he could explode. It also gives him more confidence to explore how he expresses his gender indentity through transformation.

While macaques dont have as obvious dimorphic traits as humans, I feel like Wukong's chest is more obvious than Macaque's is. He's not ashamed of his chest at all, even if it has grown along with his "dad bod" + pregnancy. Monkey Yao simply do not have the same hang-ups about breasts or menstration than most humans/celestials. Macaque is more shy about his chest cus he raised closer to humans and celestials norms also it's for Wukong's eyes only.

An interesting piece of lore! One of The Monkey King's permanent injuries was a stab in his breastbone/collarbone during his capture by Erlang Shen:

From this lore, I hc that Wukong is actually missing a breast, or one has been heavily scarred over. I feel like he jokes that Erlang "owes him a new boob" in good humor. Or jokes that he "bets his last titty" on something.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I didn't forget!!! This idea is gonna drive me crazy.

Warnings: stripping, dancing, a club, bi panic, Valentino, gyrating. Tell me if I missed anything. (Also yes I cut off the dance I'm the fic. My brain can only describe so much)

Summary: Mal was relieved (and a bit confused) when she found her best friend was in hell. It meant she wasn't alone anymore. Apparently aponi had been there for almost a year prior to mal joining her. Aponi got Mal a job working for Valentino at his club. Tonight, Mal finally gets to witness her best friend's performance... which was a surprising one considering Mal has only ever seen Aponi do ballet.

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"Hey Lills!" Mal called as she plopped herself on the couch in Aponi's dressing room.

"Hey Mal! How's your day off?" Aponi asked as she applied makeup, getting ready for a show.

"Pretty good. Kinda just sat in bed all day," Mal replied as she pulled out her phone, scrolling through sinstagram.

"Lucky you!" Aponi teased as she looked at Mal through her mirror. "You gonna stay for my performance?" She asked, completely and honestly expecting Mal to say 'no'.

Mal shrugged. "Sure why not. All you do is ballet anyways," she stated, half joking, half telling the truth.

Aponi tolled her eyes. "You say that like it's bad," she stated as she walked behind her dressing board.

"Its not! It's just ALL you do," Mal replied, a hint of humor in her voice.

Aponi emerged, a robe wrapped around her so she wouldn't be cold from the lingerie she was wearing.

She said nothing, only rolled her eyes.

..........

Mal was able to get a good seat, not in the front or back. Just perfect. She'd be able to see the whole show.

The lights flickered before turning off, save from a few orange ones on the stage to illuminate the dark outline of the dancers as they took their places on stage.

"Now ladies and gentle demons! Our star attraction of the night! Aponi Wiiiings!!!!" The announcer yelled as the music started and the lights blasted on.

Mal's breath caught in her throat as she saw her best friend in the skimping clothing she's ever worn.

Aponi moved her hips sensually to the rhythm of the music, the crowd cheering loudly as she moved to the beat before straightening up and walking confidently to the front of the stage, placing her hands on her breasts to the beat of the music, her background dancers doing the same.

Mal's eyes widened.

This was the girl who went to church every Sunday with her mother, who never snuck out, who always did her homework.

Jesus christ

Mal thought to herself as she caught herself staring at her best friend in a not so 'best friend' way.

Aponi turned around, removing her entire robe and throwing it into the crowd of horny demons who all looked at her ass as she walked rhythmically.

She turned back around, swinging her hair as she ran her hands through it.

As the dance continued Mal couldn't help but rake her eyes over her best friend's figure.

Nope! No! Stop! Best friend! That's all she is!

Mal thought to herself as she watched Aponi's performance.

The dance went on, almost torturous for Mal as Aponi practically folded herself I. Half before standing back up again, dancing to the beat.

Mal looked down only to notice the very VERY high heels Aponi was wearing.

Goddamn.... if she breaks an ankle on stage that's her fault....

Mal thought to herself some more with a chuckle.

Aponi moved so she was kneeling on the stage, the demons went wild with cheers before she whipped her hair around.

Mal winced at how much that must hurt....

Aponi continued to dance on the floor, the movements of her hips almost the most mesmerizing thing about the dance.

As aponi stood up to her full height again with ease, Mal let out a cheer for her best friend. Mostly for not tripping in the heels, but also because goddamn this was a good dance.

Aponi danced more, moving back down to the ground as she messed with her hair.

And just on beat, she threw herself back, her back arching and her hands on her heels, her body making a 'c' shape as the lights flashed orange.

"WOO!" Mal cheered at the move, trying to suppress the thoughts she was having about her best friend... suppressing the thoughts shes ALWAYS had for her best friend.....

As the music continued, aponi stood up from the ground before walking to the back of the stage again, her background dancers following her.

Aponi looks up with a smirk before the lyrics begin again.

.........

Mal ran backstage after the show.

"Okay what the actual FUCK?!?!?" Mal exclaimed with a wide smile. "Where the hell did THAT come from?!?!?" She practically yelled as she sat next to her best friend on the couch.

"A hear is a long time! I had pretty good training!" Aponi replied with a chuckle as she took off her heels.

"I have NEVER seen something so hot in my entire life or death!" Mal exclaimed.

Aponi giggled. "Thanks!"

Mal sat there for a second, staring at Aponi- Lilly.... Mal was debating something.....

Until Aponi spoke up.

"Oh! I've been wanting to introduce you to someone!" Aponi stated as she took her earrings out.

"Oh? Who?" Mal asked.

And just in the nick of time, a knock sounded on the door only for it to burst open to reveal the radio demon.

"Hey Al!" Aponi smiled before turning to Mal. "Mal, this is my boyfriend, Alastor! Alastor, this is Mal, my best friend!" Aponi stated as she stood up, kissing Alastor on the cheek.

Mal's heart practically broke, the peices sinking down into her stomach.

"Ah! It's very nice to meet you my dear!" The radio demon stated with a large, fake, smile.

Mal took a deep breath and put on a fake smile of her own before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you too!" She stated.

[novankenn]

Ah, come on!?!

FOUR

Jaune and Wolfie sat dejectedly off to the side while a moving company, dropped off all the salvageable equipment in the waterfront warehouse that was to become the new home of the Grimm Development Department. Jaune was despondent due to the hours it was going to take to reconnect everything… Wolfie because he/she met her/his “donor”.

Saphron Arc was a piece of work, and while she did present Wolfie with a proper set of attire, she was entirely TOO handsy in helping him/her put it on. Memories of that encounter caused the humanoid grimm to shiver in fear, particularly because Saphron Arc made a point of saying she would be coming back for another visit, with more cute outfits for her little “sister”.

Wolfie: This is bullshit.

Jaune: You think this is bad? Wait until we have to attend the emergency BoD meeting and explain the added expenses… my budget is going to be decimated!

Wolfie: Seriously, dude? How do you get anything done?

Jaune: I don’t. I’m lucky I get a paycheck each week… which reminds me I have to take you to Human Resources, soon.

Wolfie: Why?

Jaune: You need identification, and your Social Insurance Number, plus you have a TD-1V to complete. Then we need to go to the bank and set up an account.

Wolfie:Uh, again. Why?

Jaune: You are an employee, and as such you need to have the proper documentation, plus the Inner Circle refuses to get nailed for tax evasion so we need to pay you as well as take the proper hold backs for governmental remittance.

Wolfie: Huh? But I’m a monster?

Jaune: You are… or will be a valued employee.

Wolfie: But you built me for combat?

Jaune: Yes, I did, and you will be most likely listed as an active combatant member of our PMC forces.

Wolfie: PMC?

Jaune: Private Military Contractor.

Wolfie: Seriously? I thought we’re supposed to be trying to dominate the world?

Jaune: Well to rule the world we need to be able to provide for security or our people, as well as have sources of income to provide needed social welfare programs, in addition to collecting taxes, etc…

Wolfie: This sucks.

Jaune: Tell me about it. At least you’ll be lucky, once your paperwork is done you’ll be transferred to the PMC division… which Saphron is in charge of by the way…

Wolfie: WHAT?!? SERIOUSLY!?!

Jaune: Yes, anyway, once you’re transferred you’ll be free of this mess and can enjoy yourself…

/==/ 72 Hours Later /==/

After working basically around the clock, Wolfie and Jaune finished reassembling the lab into something that was functional. A day before the scheduled meeting with the Board of Directors. Though, neither, due to sleep, deprivation, noticed the blinking lights on one of the bio-pods.

/==/ 24 Hours Later /==/

Jasmine Arc (Director of Finances): So as a result of the repairs required and the need to relocate Grimm Development, plus the rental of said location… I’m sorry to say Jaune your operating budget is going to be lowered by sixty percent.

Jaune: How am I supposed to get ANY work done? 

Jasmine Arc (Director of Finance): Well, fifteen percent of your budget is just your salary, and ten percent is overhead expenses like utilities. So you still on paper have fifteen percent to allocate towards project development.

Jaune: I was barely able to complete Wolfie under my normal budget! How do I…

Oleander Arc (Executive of Espionage): As important as this is to you, dear brother, I feel we have much more pressing matters. In particular, the assault on one of our SECRET and secure facilities, by the Red Huntress at that. We have a leak.

Saphron Arc (Director of PMC Operations): I can direct my teams to start searching for the leak. Though I would need some assistance from the Security Department.

Azalea Arc (Director of Internal Security): My department has already started to searching, with a focus on former employees.

Tyrian (Director of Legal): IF the leak is an employee, then we do not need to use the PMC forces to “black bag” the perpetrator. All our employees sign an iron clade NDA, and as such if YOU can give my department proof of their actions I can have my department bury them… legally.

Saphron Arc (Director of PMC Operations) Phooey, that’s no fun.

Salem: Be that as it may. We must be vigilant, and protective of our image, and as such we can not afford any rumors of misconduct on our behalf. What of the plan to infiltrate Beacon?

Oleander Arc (Executive of Espionage): We have contracted the Strategic Development Department, and they have drafted a report, for our consideration. Director Watts, if you please.

Arthur Watts (Director of Strategic Development): Upon closer examination of the proposal, we have come to the conclusion that it is inadvisable to sens Doctor Arc in as applicant. His lack of combat training, coupled with his aura not being unlocked, makes it a potentially hazardous work environment for him and as such after consulting with the Legal Department would give him grounds to sue.

Salem: I see. You wouldn’t do that to us, would you, Jaune?

Jaune: I… um… I…

Salem: Jaune?

Arthur Watts (Director of Strategic Development): If I may continue my Lady.

Salem: My apologies. Please, the floor is yours.

Arthur Watts (Director of Strategic Development): Upon further consideration, we have submitted adjustments to the proposal. Namely, that if the operation to get a more insightful information as to the nature of Beacon’s training practices, Jaune should attend as a member of an established team.

Oleander Arc (Executive of Espionage): We have already begun the process to screen potential applicants, though only needing two makes the process easier.

Jaune: Wait a second? Two? Aren’t teams made of four?

Oleander Arc (Executive of Espionage): They are, but as you and Wolfe Bete are both employees of Grimm Development

Wolfie: Since when?!?

Oleander Arc (Executive of Espionage): And this is a project for your department, of course you will both be members of the operation.

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[dominickeating-source]

Star Trek Explorer Issue 3 (2003)

Weapons Overload With a new complement of weapons at his disposal (including photon torpedoes!), the Enterprise NX-01's armory officer and all-round tough guy is looking forward to entering the Delphic Expanse in the third season of Enterprise. Filming has just got underway on the Paramo8utn backlot as we went to press, but Reed's alter-ego, British actor Dominic Keating, is already aremed, Dangerous and in the mood to kick some Xindi butt! Over the next few pages, he gives Nick Joy the low-down on what's to come in Season Three.

You've started work on Season Three. What can we look forward to?

We now have a crack team of SAS-type military bods on board who are called the MACO. They are Starfleet's finest GI's, and that's put the spanner right up Reed because he's being undermined and having his position jeopardised. A new character, Major Hayes, is in charge of them and looks like he'll be Malcolm's arch nemesis. He's played by Steven Culp, who played Bobby Kennedy in Thirteen Days and has a recurring role in Jag. (Significantly, he also played Picard's new first officer Martin Madden in the deleted scene from the end of Nemesis). There's a lot of action in this first episode and a particularly good scene with these bright young MACO lads. I have a feeling that when they show the first episode, and the fans react favourably to these big action sequences, then we'll see a lot more of these guys.

Are there changes to the principal cast?

T'Pol has had a big makeover to make her more prettified and feminine; it was quite a revelation when Jolene (Blalock) walked on to the set yesterday with longer hair and in her sexy new coloured outfit. There were a lot of 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs'.

Has Malcolm Reed been given a makeover?

No, I'm the only one who didn't get touched! I'm kinda hacked off about it to be honest. Connor (Trinneer) has a slightly new hairstyle, and so has Scott (Bakula). So has Linda (Park), now I get to think about it. I can never tell with Anthony (Montgomery) whether he's got a new style, but he assures me that it was changed!

So, do you foresee an increase in conflict this year?

Absolutely. Already we're off to the save the captain, again. Some things never change! He's in a fix and we're going deeper into the Expanse to find him and meet the Xindi. I think this is going to constitute our mission for at least this year. Rather than being an episodic show, Enterprise is now going to have a theme running right through a large part of the season.

Is Malcolm looking forward to deploying those new weapons?

Oh yeah! And at least I know that they are now. One fan asked me at a convention whether I had photon torpedoes in my armoury and I went, "Dude, I don' t know anything about them, except that they're grey".

How do you see Malcolm developing this year?

It seems fairly self-evident that one of my main dramatic tensions this year will be with Major Hayes, and I'm noticing a brewing dissatisfaction between Malcolm and the captain. He's upset by the captain's silence in allowing this team to be put on board and it's speaking volumes to him that the captain doesn't think Malcolm is up to the job for this mission. And this, of course, gets right under his skin.

Have the producers shared with you Malcolm's longer-term story arc?

They keep us completely in the dark about what's happening. I've got no idea what next week's episode is about and whether or not I'll even be in it. I do hope that they give me some more stuff with Tripp as they've set all the groundwork. We've got a friendship and a professional respect, but we also rub each other up the other way, so there's plenty of scope to develop this as this expanse of space starts testing us all.

After two failed attempts, might Malcolm try to seduce T'Pol again?

That's not going to happen, They've left that up to Trip, the swine! No, the blonde hunky boy gets the hot love interest. There's a scene in this first episode where Trip can't sleep because he's ailing after his sister's death and Phlox suggests that he Trip goes to see T'Pol. There's a very sexy scene, which I think they are filming even as we speak at twenty past eight in the morning. It's heavily implied in the writing that there will be some sexual frisson between these two characters this years.

Do you enjoy being the 'Englishman abroad' for Star Trek?

Yeah, but I've been in America for ten years now and I don't feel like an alien, if you pardon the pun! I'm very much at ease and au fait with how Americans are. I really like them; you just don't want to eat with them (laughs)!

Are you happy that Malcolm has developed from being this uptight 'stiff upper lip' Brit?

I think Brannon (Braga, Enterprise's executive producer) proved that when he wrote 'Shuttlepod One' and that scene with Scott in Minefield. I know he likes writing for Malcolm, but I think he's also aware that the main thrust of our show is the Captain, the Vulcan babe and an American blonde six-foot guy. They're writing an American show for an American audience and I think I'm a nice salt and pepper flavour to mix up the taste here and there. They've seen what I can do and they're happy with that. I'm a good gun on their hip that they can throw in whenever they want, and I'm quite happy with that.

Are the hours really punishing on the show?

Jolene and Connor work very long hours, and to some extent so does Scott. Scott is there a lot of the time but they do try and make is as easy as possible for the star. I sometimes get four or five days off in a stretch and I love that. I've just come back from hiatus after travelling round the world and to be quite hones I'm looking forward to getting back to work to have some rest! I don't mind that they only throw me three or four good episodes a year that are really meaty for me - I'm a good filler for them.

Have you been in any other projects?

I haven't gone arduously looking for other work this hiatus. I think my main thrust now is to direct. Most of last year when I wasn't actually acting I was sitting in the edit suite, shadowing directors and going to the LA film school. I already know how to act - I've done it since I was ten years old - and I'm kind of intrigued about starting a new career at this point in my life.

Could you be following in the directorial footsteps of such Star Trek stars as LeVar Burton and Roxann Dawson?

I just directed a little public access show here in LA called The Heartbreak Café, and a couple of past Star Trek incumbent have done it - Roxann Dawson and Tim Russ. LeVar Burton works very quickly; he doesn't mess around with umpteen takes and I really respect that.

To date, Malcolm's inventions have included the red alert sirens and the ship's shields. Any aspirations to invent anything new this year?

God, I don't know. Maybe some x-ray specs for when I'm looking at T'Pol? Next question!

Finally, if you had a wish for this year, what would it be?

I just hope that our ratings pull up, it would be nice to be sitting on a bona fide hit show, and not some old horse that it still on the race track. I've been around the world meeting fans at conventions and God knows the fan base is healthy. The trouble is that there's so many channels on cable and satellite these days. There's even a horse channel and I'm convinced we've lost a lot of our regular viewers to that station!

[foodfightnovelization]

Chapter 8: Analysis and Discussion

We're back again for Chapter 8, and this scene starts out more or less the same as it does in the movie- Dex makes his way back home to the cereal aisle, looks at his bulletin board full of newspaper clippings about Sunshine's disappearance, and is filled with guilt over never finding her. It's at this point that Lady X enters the scene to tell Dex she has a hot case for him. Now, in the MOVIE, she walks in dressed in an astoundingly revealing schoolgirl outfit with heels and plaid gloves, and does a seductive dance throughout her entire conversation with Dex. No, I'm not kidding:

This is another of Foodfight's numerous outrageously sexual moments, and once again the novelization omits it entirely. Here, we're simply told she steps in, closes the door and takes off her coat. This is a lot more appropriate for something that again, is intended for children, as well as fitting the whole "noir detective" type of story Foodfight is trying to tell a lot better. Another win for the novelization! Unless you're really into schoolgirl outfits, in which case you must be devastated right about now.

Dex and Lady X continue talking, and for once all the dialogue here is exactly the same as it is in the movie. There aren't ANY changes at all here, save for the continued absence of Lady X's schoolgirl outfit and erotic dancing. Lady X mentions the sugars and salts are out in the streets fighting, but Dex suspects Lady X is hiding something from him, and it's noted that her perfume has a strange hypnotic quality to it that leaves the dogtective dazed.

She has Dex under her spell and is about to kiss him, only for him to hear a scream from the aisles and head outside. There are dead Ikes all over the sidewalk- everyone Dex threw out of the club in the previous chapter. Hairy Hold is panicking and suspects the sugars and salts had an all-out war (The supermarket world has its own brand of bigotry-motivated violence, it seems). This goes down the same as it does in the movie, with the only addition being that this is explicitly noted as a crime scene, with yellow price tags cordoning off the area. In the movie this scene just happens in the middle of the street, with nothing blocking the area off despite it being filled with dead bodies.

We're told investigators are using baby powder to dust for prints, which doesn't happen in the movie, and Hairy freaks out when he notices they're bringing in body bags. Neither of these things happen in the movie, and they do a lot in terms of adding to the atmosphere of the scene- it makes it actually feel like a crime's been committed here, and how shocking the situation is for the other Ikes. Once again, another win for the novelization.

It's explained that if an Ike dies, the grocery product they represent in the real world spoils and goes bad. The Roma Extra-Salty Pepperoni Pizza Sauce Ike is carried away, and it's noted sauce is already oozing out of his building. (This happens in the movie as well, but the novelization has the benefit of being able to use narration to explain who this character is and what he's the Ike for)

There's some additional dialogue here not present in the movie where Lady X says she's never seen anything like this before, but Hairy Hold says the same thing happened when Sunshine disappeared- her boxes faded and her raisins soured. He cuts himself off just before saying they never found the body, but it's made clear Hairy personally believes Sunshine is dead. This is a really good piece of additional characterization and it fills us in more on what happened after Sunshine's disappearance, so I'm not sure why this was left out of the film.

Dex scrapes a thin layer of ice from an ice cream sandwich mascot and notes the Ike has freezer burn, concluding these Ikes were bumped off a while ago and someone is just trying to make it LOOK like they killed each other in a brawl. The same scene is in the movie, only with Dex looking at Kaptain Krispy's body instead and saying "Rigamoldis has set in" (Personally I think the "freezer burn" line works far better). Lady X accuses Dan of killing the Ikes since he's the only one not present and accounted for, and Dex immediately defends his friend and makes it clear he'd never do anything like this. An additional point of note here is it's mentioned there's a crowd of Ikes surrounding the scene who start yelling and believing Lady X's accusation- in the movie, it's just the main characters at the scene and the streets are otherwise empty. There being a crowd surrounding the area (and mention once again of it being a crime scene) goes a long way toward giving this scene the weight it needs. Another win for the novelization- giving the aftermath of a violent massacre the appropriate gravitas!

Hairy says he can't handle the situation on his own, and begs Dex to help him before he goes bald. It's mentioned Hairy then sees a bald cleaning Ike from, and hastily adds "Not that bald isn't beautiful". In the movie this is Mr Clean, so this is just once again the novelization not being allowed to mention real-world brands by name. (But really, how many other bald cleaning product mascots are there?) There's an additional line of dialogue here that's not in the movie where Lady X accuses Dex of running away with his tail between his legs, and Dex simply states he doesn't get involved anymore.

Maximilius points out Dan has been there for him ever since Sunshine went missing, and he owes it to his best friend to find out what happened and clear his name. We end the chapter on our hero clenching his jaw and realizing Maximilius is right- is Dex Dogtective back in the game? Find out next time in Chapter 9!

[jay-simps]

8. Swim  |  Terror

Part of selfshiptober! Link below, content under cut!

A peaceful day at the local pool. All the monsters showing off their swimsuits and swimsuit bods, horse playing in the pool, and catching some sun rays (at least those that weren't averse to the sun)

Brian and Abdu were double-teaming some poor monster in pool volleyball. Riona was trying to make the biggest splash from the diving board. Jay meanwhile was chilling in a float (that he didn't need, being able to float without it) while keeping the dullahan's head above water.

Despite the colder weather it was a nice outing! And being undead also helped deal with the chill.

[lesless]

Nothing interesting, just rambling~

The final category of clothing items to refine/replace: active wear. I have been avoiding my lighter hiking coat because it is polyester, & with work/casual clothing well gone through I decided it's time to attend to my least-used category. Not that I don't wear exercise clothes plenty, just less than my casual or work clothes.

I found an 80% wool/20% silk tank ($14) and a 100% wool Ibex zip-up sweater with zip-up pockets ($40) second hand! Which is nice bc either of those are like $100-200 new (ridiculous). I also finally found a (REAL) pebbled leather duffel bag that nearly perfectly matches personal item dimensions ($50!!!! $4 SHIPPING?! Every new leather duffel I saw was $350+ & used starting at $200 🙄) & the best part.... IT'S RED :D

Yesterday I prepped the garden for winter as we expect a sharp temp drop tonight (high of 75F to 44F) & also cleaned up the house, washed bedsheets, laundry, went through things to donate/sell & either donated or shipped said items. Today we purchased tickets for a family/friends Thanksgiving trip that just kinda came into conception about a week ago, but I'm glad we were able to make it work even if it will put me in a hole financially. I would have set some $ aside last month & likely would have held off on above purchases if I'd had some notice, but it is also the end of the year so I have decided to just go out of my budget for the next few months & try not to worry about it. It's just numbers, right?

Walking walking walking, taking vitamins, it is now over a week off nicotine & feel just fine actually. My skin is starting to look happier & I feel less inflammation in my bod. My hair is in that awkward growing out length & I'm trying my best not to hack it all off, bc I'm done with short hair for a while again. Started using sticky notes on my partner's to-do board & it seems to be working out so far!

Excited to reach the end of "replacement" items & be done hunting for clothes for a while. Once the base items are fully replaced I can go back to having an occasional fun purchase vs buying things like hiking jackets, leggings, & underwear lmao.

[bringerofdarkness-fancomic]

Happy Winter Holidays!!!

As a little gift from me to you, Page 23 of BoD is being rescheduled to upload on the next closest Wednesday...

...which happens to be December 25th!!!

See you there, folks! :D

[alienorstyx]

The ocean of fate

previous part: 1, 2

Chapter 2: First encounter

The boat trip was finally going to an end, four days with only seeing the blue sky and the sea, four days during which the flow of waves made her sick. The American woman stumbled across the pontoon. Failed to fall on the floor several times. Only a few hours and she would be finally on earth. Finally, I could wash myself without tripping in the shower. My buttocks still hurt. Aie... The sun is really strong today. I did well to take my hat. Ahhh... Calm feels good. Why am I sharing my cabin with New Zealand? This child is way too energetic. I'm tired of playing Barbie with her, doing murder investigations in the boat, looking for a culprit who is of course Ken, who wanted Barbie's sister's fortune. After he married her, they went on cruise for their honeymoon. Barbie was present because she had to join an island for her conference. While Barbie was having breakfast, he had drowned her sister in the bathtub. Yet, despite all the care that Ken used to make his perfect murder, he did not notice the message left by his victim, on the edge of the bathtub thanks to her lipstick. Denouncing him as the culprit. The script had also been imagined by New Zealand, their father could be proud of her, she is still so much creative. Ahh! I would love to eat a pistachio ice cream! With this ho.. Huh! What's going on? The sea is suddenly getting closer? I am falliiiiinngggg!!

"AHHH!!"

Plouf

I'm in the fucking water! It's cold. I have to go up back to the ship. Shit! How did I manage to fall overboard.

"Arf arf... Grlllmlkb! Help! DAAADDD!!! SOMEONE! OHE!! DAAAA!!!!"

I have to swim towards the boat, it's getting further and further away. We're too far from the coast. Am I going to die?

" DAAADDD! HELPPPP!!!"

There's someone, New Zealand? I thought she was in our cabin. I have to get her attention.

" New ZEALAND!! CALL DAD!!!"

Fuck! Did she hear me?!

Helplessly the young girl could only watch the small pleasure ship drift away. Her attempts to alert the people on board was a failure. All she had left, was swimming to the shore.

How long have I been swimming? An hour or more? My arms and legs hurt. I can't take it anymore, Dad please come...

The poor girl burst into tears as she struggled desperately against the waves and the current. The ship turned off into a mere point. Weakening her will to continue. Her arms were numb and struggling to counter the power of the sea. On several occasions, the girl looked in her memory of the television shows that she had watched, which showed how to survive in such a situation, sometimes accompanied by testimonies of people who had survived. One of the survivors had been saved by a piece of metal that was floating, he had hung on it and he waited for the rescue to find him. The risk,as the presenter said, was the white sharks, the lemon sharks and the bull sharks, who, if they had the opportunity to attack the human, they would, this prevention concerned in particular the last two because they are much more aggressive and territorial especially the bull shark that attacks everything that enters its territory. Fortunately, in the sea where America was, there were only white and blue sharks. Luckily, the young American had not injured herself in her fall, blood quickly attract this kind of fish. The presenter recalled in his hazardous voice that the greatest danger remained drowning, followed by the weather because even when it was nice the risk of dehydration could kill. Yes, I have to hold on, Dad will notice that I'm away or even New Zealand, I promised that I will play with her tonight. I will float on my back, it will rest my body, there is nothing else to do. What silence.

Like a stranded branch, her body sailed by the sea, ascending and descending, sometimes a wave splashed her face. Her eyelids were closed, while the salt water burned her eyes causing a physiological reaction, which was tears, the latter flowed in small quantities. Her body seemed so heavy, that she no longer had the strength to move it.

The sky took a darker, stormier turn. As if the girl's misery was not over yet. The wind became stronger, colder. The waves were moving in all directions. Jostling, swallowing, bringing her out again. Above her head, the sky took a turn of storm, the beautiful white clouds gave their way to darker clouds, filled with anger and rain. The thunderstorm thundered in the distance, expressing that rage, all that tension that had accumulated in the sky and would finally burst over the tormented sea.

In the space of a few seconds, America had opened her eyelids, visualizing their last show. One thought fills her mind: It's beautiful.

The waves engulfed her greedily. Fish passed against her. Watching her smiling face. The freezing temperature hardly bothered her anymore, she could welcome it against her chest like the warm embrace of a mother.

Her vision was filled with rapid flash of the people she had loved in her short life, which was going to end sooner than she though. A memory stayed longer, with more marked feelings: The birth of New Zealand, a very small baby who was only crying in her cradle, next to their mother who rested weakly on the bed of an immaculate white. The hospital room seemed so cold. Her mother smiled at her for the last time, tenderly her icy hand caressed her daughters cheek, her eyes only shone very faintly. Before she passed away forever. Soon she would find her, smiling as always.

Something. No. Someone quickly approached the American, which was sinking deep under the sea. The creature looked for a moment at the lifeless body, then noticed the bubbles of air escaping from it. Decided on a whim, to take her to her secret lair. Quickly, with a few flippers, she took the body to the ruins of an ancient city. The creature hastened to enter one of the largest buildings, which must have been a temple or a large villa at its peak. Inside the water had destroyed everything, the creature led the inanimate body to the cellar. It was the only place where air remained.

The effect of the open air was not enough to bring the girl back to breathe. The creature hesitated about the way forward. She had an idea but without the consent of the person it risks causing an embarrassing situation. 

That girl will die! If I don't do something.

She resolved to go and get a little glass that she filled with a golden liquid and one of her tears. The strange mixture was put on the lips of the young victim.But it was impossible to make her swallow, the strange drink flowed on her cheek. Desperate, the creature took a sip and kissed the stranger forcing her to swallow the liquid. It worked by miracle.

" TOUS TOUS! ARg!! Fuck!"

Who is it? it's blurry. Is it heaven? It sucks to suffer even there. Mom, are you there?

The fatigue was stronger and the young American fainted. Beside her, her savior observed her. She was saved.

"Whew."

I have to put her on a bed and dry her. Wet clothes are not good for her recovery.

The stranger raised America and took her with difficulty to a small bedroom, putting her on the ground. She ran for a towel and a bowl. The rescuer carefully dried the American's head, putting her hands in the wet hair to remove the seaweed and dead branches that had become entangled. Then she looked after the arms and all the parts discovered. Not daring directly to remove the wet clothes, yet she knew it was essential.

With hesitation, the creature removed each of the clothes, starting with the t-shirt and bra, which was rather pretty with lace and a soft pastel pink color. She put them aside and then took off the shorts and panties that compared to the bra was more flashy, a fluorescent orange and with a rather loose elastic that had detached from the top of the panties, forming a gaping hole. The creature hurried to dry the girl's body. Then lifted her up to put her in bed, it was the only one available. Then covered her with several layers of sheets. Then gathered all the wet clothes to put them to dry on a thread. She quickly left the room, and only returned inside to put a tunic next to the girl, still unconscious.

The latter did not wake up until a few hours later, thanks to the smell of grilled meat. The enticing smell awakened her hunger. Suddenly, America got up, thinking that everything that had happened was a nightmare. What a surprise, waking up in an unknown place, without any clothes, naked like a worm. What the fuck! Where are my clothes?!! A tunic? What happened?

The girl looked in the mirror. Her body had some bruises on her forearms and legs. Her blond hair was messy, some strands still wet, there were still some branches stuck in her thick hair. The girl quickly got dressed. Finally, she looked for a way to put on the tunic. Tangling her feet in, after a minute or two, she finally managed to put on the garment. The tunic was of an emerald green, which suited her rather well. The American woman surprised herself to look at different angle, to see how the dress suited her. It was rare to find a garment that fit her well.

The good smell of food brought her back to order. Her belly began to gurgle. Swimming took a lot of effort and survival. I hope it wasn't an old man who saved me, it would be far too embarrassing if he undressed me. Come on, a little bit of courage, America, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

So where's the exit. Two doors on the right and three on the left. It's funny, none are made from the same stuff. What will happen if I pressed it?

It was a bad idea, the door fell heavily on the ground. Petrifying the girl. America almost screamed.

What the hell! It was sure it would happen to me, it wouldn't be funny otherwise. Shit, I hear someone coming. I have to hide. Where? Where?! Oh, it's too late. I just have to dig a hole in the ground.

"What happened?"

A woman? Phew, it's not a bald old man smelling beer and dried vomit.

"Uh... Sorry I tried to lean against the door and ...(God damn it! Cute. Get yourself back together America, don't get carried away due to a pretty girl) and she fell down.

" Oh. It's nothing. The house is falling apart."

"Oka... Grouuuuaa!!" Her small belly continued to growl, while America felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment.

The pretty girl laughed a little.

" The meal is ready, if you want to follow me."

The American obediently followed her. Her savior was also dressed in a golden tunic, almost transparent, one could easily draw the curves of her body. A thin waist, and small rounded buttocks, thighs thinner than America's. The girl was about 10 centimeters taller than the American. The few jewels she wore can be summed up in gold earrings, shaped like a half-moon, and a chain in her white hair forming small stars. How did that pretty girl save me?

In the living room they settled down. The dish was simple but very good, in any case much better than anything her father could cook. The girl who saved her, called herself Russia, she was a local. America did not fully listen to the story of her rescue, as she was so passionately enamored of the almost supernatural beauty of her savior, her hair fell delicately on her face, forming small curls. When the story was over, Russia served her guest some grape juice. America couldn't help but look at her, notice that her tunic was really transparent, that you could see the tips of her small breasts, moving at every move.  Accidentally, America spilled the juice on her savior's tunic. Russia took a piece of cloth to wipe it dry. With embarrassment, the American apologized. It didn't seem to bother the other girl. She smiled and went to change herself. America did not have time to see her again, as her body gave in to her tiredness. She fell asleep on the cushions placed on the ground. Russia having returned, she looked at her before gently caressing her face. The fire went out. 

[sgprc]

2023-04-26 SGPRC Board Meeting (Full Video)

We have been advised by the First Amendment Coalition (www.FirstAmendmentCoalition.org) that this video recording may be posted for public review in accordance with the Bagley-Keene Act.

During public comments, parent advocate Carl Argila criticized the regional center’s notice of action denying requests for a Deaf service coordinator for his Deaf sons, citing noncompliance with the legislation.  Carl Argila requested that the SGPRC terminate their conservatorship of his son, Cavan Argila.

The San Gabriel Pomona Regional Center Board of Directors approved a $264,000 contract with the Children Dental Fund Zone in West Covina for an interceptive orthodontic program designed to benefit children six to nine years old. The SGPRC and Frank Lanterman Regional Center in Los Angeles will each enroll 10 children in the two-year pilot program.

Director of Client Services Lucian Garza said this treatment is meant to improve the quality of life earlier in the developmental stage, before they establish permanent teeth. The program’s results will then be presented to other entities.

“It’s going to cost less if we fix it up front, rather than we do it later in life,” she said. “Fixing the overcrowding and dentation issues, that’s the hope.”

The BOD amended a 2022 contract with Columbus, raising the payout for three specialists, a bilingual nurse, nurse practitioner, and a speech and language pathologist, to $516,000. Resource Developer Hortencia Tafoya said the amendment reflects deserved compensation due to rate changes and staff additions.

“Three people for 516,000 bucks, that’s pretty sweet,” said Bruce Cruickshank.

Tafoya and BOD President Gisele Ragusa both attributed the high costs to the industry’s current nursing shortage.

“We are very pleased we can use them this way,” Tafoya said.

SGPRC will rely on Columbus to meet client’s health and safety needs, but Executive Director Jesse Weller said internal salary structures should be reviewed for future considerations.

“It is important for the board to know we are trying to actively recruit, but our salary structures for our clinical staff are quite compressed,” Weller said. “Simultaneously, we need to look at salary structures for actual staff positions. We can navigate outside of the contractual piece as much as we can.”

During his director’s report, Weller specified the 30 job openings the regional center is attempting to fill, 13 of which are service coordinators, a mental health specialist, and an IT director. The number of individuals served continues to increase, to more than 16,000 as of April, up from the previous high of 15,830 set in March 31.  Weller credits the admissions department for bringing individuals in. Enrollments in the Self Determination have increased to 110.

“We continue to grow as a regional center, which is fantastic.”

Weller said SGPRC is partnering with the Association of Regional Center Agencies for a Mental Health Services Act grant request. The funding aims to improve the state’s behavioral health system to better serve those with and at risk of serious mental health issues as well as their families.

Collaboration and communication between regional centers, behavioral health centers, substance abuse agencies, and law enforcement is intended to increase under this project, he said.  

Weller also announced his appointment to Office of Administrative Hearings Lanterman Act Hearing Advisory Committee, for which he will attend semiannual meetings throughout a three-year term.  

“It is exciting that we can have SGPRC at the table providing a voice on how to improve processes,” Weller said.

Weller also hopes to host monthly “Coffee in The Community with Jesse” events for any providers or community members interested in hosting Weller. These meetings are open to the public, he said.

DDS directed regional centers to reimburse employees for up to $10,000 in tuition. Regional centers have 60 days to submit their specific plans for the process.

“We think this is a great thing for retention and recruiting,” Weller said.

Argila referenced a lawsuit on behalf of nearly 5,000 deaf clients against the SGPRC regarding the center’s lack of a deaf service coordinator, a position Argila claims is compliant with the Lantern Act’s requirement for hiring coordinators with the linguistic and cultural competency required to work with the deaf community.    

DDS and the State Council of Developmental Disabilities are partnering to provide orientation training that is in addition to training provided by the SGPRC, said Albert Feliciano, advocate for the SCDD and Westside Regional Center.  The orientations are also available in Spanish and Vietnamese. Feliciano also noted monthly self-advocacy meetings comprised of advocates scheduled for the first Thursday of every month at 1 p.m.

[newycrks]

“   is   it   ?   ”   they   questioned   with   the   same   bored   tone   they   used   with   everyone,   eyes   still   fixed   overhead.   “   hadn't   noticed,   ”   they   added.   “   because   of   my   rockin'   bod,   duh”   they   answered   as   they   sat   up,   snatching   the   board   from   the   other   and   absently   doing   a   few   kickflips,   just   something   to   get   their   body   moving   and   warm   up,   along   with   getting   out   some   of   their   energy   that   was   always   bottled   up   inside   while   felix   thought   of   an   answer.   yuri   raised   a   brow,   stepping   off   their   board   and   hands   going   to   their   hips.   “   bungee   jumping   !?   are   you   trying   to   kill   me   ?   you   know,   you   won't   get   my   fame   and   fortune   until   after   we're   married,   so   i   think   you're   doing   it   out   of   order.   ”

felix   ,   giving   their   signature   eyeroll   ,   after   their   fiancé   stops   speaking   .   "   its   winter   ,   "   felix   pointed   out   ,   and   with   their   tone   alone   the   dumbass   was   implied   at   the   end   of   the   statement   .   but   it   was   just   like   the   other   to   not   think   things   fully   through   .   in   truth   it   was   part   of   yuri's   charm   even   if   it   pushed   felix's   patience   to   the   end's   of   the   round   earth   .   "   why   are   we   engaged   ,   again   ?   "   felix   asked,   wondering   how   in   the   world   god   had   to   make   their   soulmate   so   fucking   infuriating   .   "   hm   .   .   .   "   felix   thought   ,   allowing   his   mind   to   think   of   the   thing   that   would   freak   yuri   out   the   most   .   "   i   think   bungee   jumping   is   on   the   top   of   the   list   .   "

[softdoctorreid]

shaping up | reid x reader

summary: overhearing someone describe him as having a ‘dad bod’ has spencer feeling self-conscious. you decide to surprise him with some news about just how fitting the term is.

• fem!reader

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It had been a long case. While it wasn’t too far from home and everybody lived this time, Spencer was exhausted and tired of motel life. All he wanted was to get back to you and return to the domestic bliss of your life together. It was almost harder when the Bureau sent them somewhere that was just far away enough to warrant not traveling back each night - knowing that you were just within driving distance but he couldn’t see you. So when the case closed and the only thing standing between him and an overdue reunion with his wife was wrapping up at the local police station, he was happy to take on any task to get on the road as soon as possible.

While he raced through the station turning in paperwork and signing off on documents, he overheard JJ trying to placate some of the reporters gathered in the lobby. Though she was a profiler now, she still knew the magic words for getting the media to disappear. There were two younger reporters, giggling and glancing back at the table where the team was dismantling the bulletin board.

“Sorry, I just can’t keep all the names straight. Who was the agent at the arrest again? The one with the dad bod?” one of them asked.

“Do you mean Simmons?” JJ asked, turning to point.

The reporter shook her head. “No, he’s totally jacked - I mean the one with the sweater and curly hair?”

“Ohh. I see, that would be Dr. Reid.” This time JJ pointed at him, and the reporters murmured in agreement. He puzzled over it the whole ride back to Quantico. How could they mean him? Simmons was the only member of the team who was a father. But the reporters had seemed so certain. It didn’t make any sense. Determined to solve the mystery, he made a point to walk out with JJ.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” he explained. “But I overheard you talking with the reporters earlier. Can I ask you – what did they mean when they said I had a… dad bod?”

Jennifer smiled sympathetically at him, the look she often had when he asked something he knew must be obvious to everyone else. “Just a way people are describing a certain body type. It’s based on the way guys with kids tend to stop working out and get a little soft. But don’t worry, it’s not a bad thing,” she added, patting his arm. “According to the internet, dad bods are all the rage right now.”

To Spencer, it sure felt like a bad thing. After all, he wasn’t a dad. What excuse did he have to fall out of shape? Not that he’d ever particularly been in shape, the only physical activity he didn’t completely abhor was the kind that involved you, a private place, and ample foreplay. And he knew he’d gotten a little softer in recent months, but it felt weird to have it pointed out, especially by two strangers.

Simmons was a father, but he looked like he could do one-handed push-ups with every one of his kids on his back. Morgan didn’t lose his trademark abs after Hank’s birth. And then there was him, childless and yet the first one to be pointed out as “soft” without having any reason to be. The thought followed him like a cloud, and by the time he got home his mood was completely dampened.

You noticed the second he walked in the door. “I thought you told me everyone lived this time,” you said.

He tilted his head, confused. “Yeah. They did.”

“Then what’s got you looking so grumpy?” you asked, tracing the tip of your finger over the distinct frown he wore.

He started to dissent but you cut him off with a pointed look that told him it was a lost cause to lie. Clearly years of being around profilers was rubbing off on you. “It was just something this reporter said.”

You pulled him down to sit on the couch. “About the case?”

“No, about… about me. About how I have a dad bod.” He hated how silly it sounded to say out loud.

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, trying to fight a smile. “And here I thought you didn’t know pop culture.”

Embarrassed, he busied himself with taking off his tie. “I don’t. I mean, I didn’t know that. But JJ explained it to me. It just made me feel weird, being described that way. I know I’m not exactly in shape, but I guess I didn’t expect other people to notice.” Spencer hadn’t counted on anyone else paying attention to the fit of his trousers or the way his sweaters clung to his body now that he’d filled out. Or at least he’d hoped his self-consciousness was unfounded, that his awareness of the ways his body had changed since Millburn didn’t extend to those around him. But if that wasn’t the case, maybe he needed to cut back on morning donut runs, or eliminate the sugar from his coffee. Anything to avoid being labeled the way he had been.

You set a hand on his thigh, unfazed by his self-deprication. “Well, from what I hear, a dad bod is pretty hot,” you purred.

Spencer pulled away from your touch, crossing his arms over his middle. “Is it?” he asked, not intending the edge that crept into his voice. “Because to me, it just sounds like a nicer way to say I’ve let myself go! I mean, what does that say about me when I don’t even have the excuse of being busy taking care of a kid or being a dad?”

He expected you to have some carefully crafted response at the ready, or at least some sweet nothings of validation, but you just shook your head, smiling. “Oh, babe. You’re that upset about this?”

Clearly he was. How had you gone from reading his expression so easily to acting surprised by what he told you? Annoyed by your lack of understanding, he just huffed a sigh. To his surprise, you stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?” he asked.

“To try and turn that frown upside down.” You returned with a brown paper bag in hand, setting it on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. “I know you’re not feeling great about it right now, but that dad bod of yours is going to be pretty useful.”

This vague hedging wasn’t your usual reaction to his discomfort, and he didn’t understand why you were so upbeat about this. ��How, exactly?”

Your eyes softened, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards as you fought back a grin. “Spence,” you said, as though it was so obvious. “How do you think? When you’re a dad.” He bit his lip, puzzling over your words. They just didn’t make sense - he wasn’t a dad, that was the point. But you just raised your eyebrows, nodding slowly, waiting for it to sink in. “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

What you were trying to… wait. Spencer froze, not even daring to blink. “You don’t mean–?”

“Yeah,” you said, the grin shining through in full. “Yeah, I do. Look in the bag.”

His gaze fell on the paper bag beside you, and he couldn’t even breathe for a moment, hands shaking as he grabbed it. It was like the whole world went quiet as he reached inside and withdrew a copy of Goodnight Moon. The book opened easily, and there tucked amidst the pages was a pregnancy test. With two lines. Pregnant.

When he looked back at you, he couldn’t even manage to form words. “I was going to surprise you with it tomorrow,” you told him. “But I felt like you needed something good right about now. So, see? You were just shaping up for your new role. You’ve always been ahead of the curve,” you laughed.

When he tried to laugh with you, it came out as a half-sob, tears springing to his eyes. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked.

“You are.” Now you were starting to cry, too. “You’re gonna be the best dad.”

“Oh my god,” he said, pulling you into his arms in the tightest of hugs as the happiness overtook him completely. “We’re going to have a baby! Thank you. Thank you.” Becoming a father had long been a dream of his, one he so badly wanted to realize with you. And now that dream was finally coming true, the love of his life carrying his child, turning the Reid household into a family of three.

“Do you feel better now?” you asked him, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

He just nodded, answering in the form of a kiss. “Much, much better,” he said, when he finally pulled away. “Nothing else matters. I’m so happy, Y/N. This is the best news ever. I love you, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you giggled. “You’re gonna be putting that body to good use, you know. I’ll want to cuddle with you all the time. And they say skin-to-skin contact is important for newborns.”

“It is. Kangaroo care, as some specialists call it, is shown to help infants regulate their heartbeat, breathing and body temperature, as well as facilitating parent-child bonding and reducing crying.”

“See? You’re already an expert.” You inched closer to him on the couch, resting one hand on his waist, your thumb stroking over his tummy. “And I meant it when I said dad bods are hot. I mean, right now, Spence? I look at you and all I see is a DILF. You know what that one means, right?”

Spencer’s breath caught. “Yes,” he said carefully. “Yes, I do.”

“And?”

“And,” he said, caressing your cheek, his eyes roaming over your body. “I could never say no to that.”

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tell me what you think here!

[transformhim]

gonna commit to writing a few shorties, just to get myself back into the swing of it 🫠

I finally came to, unblinking but definitely conscious, looking face up at a whole lot of ass.

Wait… My ass..?

“Whassup, Donovan?” I heard my deep voice say. My body scratched its head right before it turned around to face me, noticeably hard as a rock.

“What a trip, huh?” My body continued with a cheeky chuckle, said with the same perky cadence as my roommate, Jiao.

Fucking Jiao, I knew it! He’s always been into freaky shit and always ogled at me. Always with the homo shit, too... He orders shit online like money meant nothing to him, and... sure, I’ll admit that I’ve taken one or two things from his boxes when they’ve arrived in the mail, but only because I’m sure with his family money he wouldn’t be missing a lot. And so what? His designer clothes looked better on me anyways, especially how they hugged my frame due to his much smaller size. I thought that’s what the box on the coffee table contained when I opened it up this morning... some more of his hundred dollar clothing to add to my growing collection... but apparently not. I can only remember opening the box and... my fingers barely grazing whatever it was that was inside... and then nothing. Apparently, something much stranger was going on. I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t move my lips, I couldn’t do anything. I was fucking paralyzed.

“Weird, huh?” He continued as I blasted through hundreds of obscenities and insults, each of them blazing through my head with red-hot fury but none of them able to come out of my mouth. “For a first-time transference? It’s… Whoo, boy, it’s a doozy. Feeling stiff? Feeling confused? It’s natural, don’t worry. But… Jesus, FUCK boy, your bod is fuckin’ TIGHT!” He said, shaking out my large arm muscles and reaching down to pick me up with a giggle.

He picked me up with incredible ease, as if I weighed nothing at all. I felt my fingers curl around me snugly, turning me over this way and that in the palm of my hand. What in the fuck was going on?? Why was I fitting around in his hand like a doll??

“Let’s take you on a little tour, hmm?” He grinned down at me. He hummed in my booming baritone as we walked towards the hallway to our rooms. Jiao stopped in front of the door to his own room and turned the handle. “And behind door number one...”

He opened the door to reveal his own body... Was it sleeping? Entranced? It certainly wasn’t moving, same stiff-as-a-board, lifeless state as I was currently in.

“Look familiar? I’ll just keep hanging out there until you and I are done here. But now... Ready to see the big reveal?” He grinned back down at me with that same knowing, dickish smirk. He walked towards his bathroom and I could see the reflection of my body walk into the mirror with that tall, glidy strut Jiao always had, but I couldn’t see my own reflection. Looking closely, I could see that he was holding.. some kind of action figure in his hand? Or was it a toy? But with that pink, pearlescent silicone, it looked like it could only be—

OH MY GOD.

“Love this new look of yours, by the way,” Jiao laughed out with a deep boom as he wiggled around the shiny, pink dildo between his fingers. As he wiggled, my vision went to and fro with the wiggle of the dildo. That FUCKING FAIRY turned me into one of his dildos!!

“Don’t worry though, babe, you’ll get back this sweet deliciousness,” he cooed, running a hand down my firm, hard-earned physique. ‘Babe,’ I hated when he called me that. “But first… we have a lot to do together.” He brought me up face-level to him, my own face staring back at me with giant-sized proportions.

“Oh man, you and I are about to get so much closer,” a slurred with a horny grin. He brought me closer to my own face and kissed around me with my soft, pillowy lips. After a few more kisses around the entirety of my new form, he paused for a moment but then rolled my massive tongue out to guide me into his mouth. I could see and feel the dark, warm, wet, fleshiness of the inside of my mouth around my body as he welcomed the top part of my new form into his mouth. He pulled me out with a strong exhale, a giant webby trail of his saliva tracing his mouth to me. He stared at me with this carnal, drunken look in his eyes—my eyes. Like a lion looking at meat.

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought, knowing if my eyes could roll they would.

“Oh fuck,” Jiao repeated hoarsely as if he heard me, fishing my rigid, fat cock out of my briefs, tugging it greedily and intensely as he opened his mouth wide open, plunging me deep into his throat.

As I felt the slick expanse of my new form slide deeply in and out of the fleshy, dark cavern of his mouth, I could feel a whirlwind of sensations. I felt his tongue lap hungrily around my form. I felt the vacuum-like suction of his mouth and throat pull my slightly stretchy form longer and thinner as I felt more of myself slide down his throat. I felt the booming vibrations of his ecstatic moans pulse through me.

He mouth-fucked himself with me for a while until he seemed to be getting close. At which point, he quickly pulled me out of his mouth and lowered me down to his crotch. There, he placed my new form right next to my body’s shaft—a hot, thick, veiny shaft, if I say so myself, though I’d never thought I’d be this close to it—and began to pump me and his shaft together with two hands. With a few more moaning, piston-like tugs, I came face to face with my own giant-sized cock head erupting a pressurized geyser of jizz into the air, spraying out in thick, spurting ropes and dousing the bathroom mirror with noisy splats. His hips seized with jerking thrusts as the last of it seeped out of him, with much of the residual creamy remains coating the entire side of my new form up against his shaft.

With heaving breaths of air, he lifted me up higher again until I was face level with him, widening his mouth open and extending his tongue out, bringing all of me into his mouth one last time with a final greedy suck. He tightened his lips around me as he pulled me out, making sure to ingest every little drop of spooge that found its way onto my body.

“Fuck you taste good,” he smiled with more heaving pants. “Well, not you you, that just tastes like silicone and chemicals… but your baby batter? Dude, I could bottle it up and chug it.” He winked as he pulled my briefs up over my deflating tool.

“Good thing I got that out of the way, too, it’ll make me last much longer,” he reasoned as he stepped out of the bathroom and out of the door towards my own bedroom. “Oh yeah, don’t think this is all over, gotta make back all that money you stole from me over the years. I couldn’t think of a better way!”

He walked into the bedroom and slapped me down onto the low dresser I kept in my room with the suction cup on the base of my form. As I waggled lazily in my upright position, I saw him saunter over to my desktop, waking up my monitor and finding his way online.

I could see over his—my—bulging shoulders that he’d made an OnlyFans account… but using my pics, my likeness, my name, my everything. He’d been planning this for a while, that conniving fucker… He opened the webcam, went live on the account, hit record, and gave a little welcoming speech to his new subscribers. As he talked, I could see him flexing different parts of my body, flaunting my muscles. He lied over and over again about his gym routine and his favorite muscle groups to work, flashing peeks and flexes for his eager fans. Watching him, pretending like he was me, like this was the real me doing something so flashy, so revealing… it made my blood boil.

“Why don’t I just give you people what you came for?” He finally interjected during the middle of his welcome. He slowly lowered the briefs he was wearing, and slowly, eventually revealed my thick cock and balls—still slick and shiny with our session not 5 minutes earlier—to the rest of the world, swinging them around and playing with him like they were his. Standing naked in front of the camera, he did little poses with soft groans between flexes, working my body like he’d always been in it. I could see the firm contours of my ass from my vantage point and wished more than anything that I could do something about my situation.

“Pretty fuckin’ big, right?” He asked the camera, swinging my pre-leaking rod. Goddamn it, I hated him. “But I wanna play with something else today.”

He went off camera for a second, slipping quickly into his room before he came back with a bottle of something. I watched him pound the bottle into my palm, my chest jiggling with the motion, as he opened the cap and squirted something into his palm. He walked over to me and lifted me off the dresser, my suction cup loudly detaching from the wood top. He ran his other hand up and down my form, and I could feel the slick, sticky, jelly-like substance in his hand lather me up from top to bottom. Of course, he squirted a little more and spread his cheeks for the camera, I’m assuming to surround his hole with some lube too, and crawled on top of my bed.

He groaned as he positioned himself downward, extending my firm, round ass into the air, resting on my thick thighs, and looked into the camera with a sly, sexy grin.

“I hope you guys like this as much as I do!”

He lifted me up behind him until I was head-on with my own spread cheeks, my ass hair looking lubed-up and sort of welcoming from this angle. Well, I suppose there wasn’t any fighting it at this point.

He pressed me against my own hole, and I could feel the tight muscles around the rim and the warm walls of my ass surrounding me. Finally, he exhaled and my hole widened enough for him to plunge me in, immediately feeling the tight, moist walls inside my hole surrounding me.

Last thing I remember as I swung in a piston motion in and out of my own virgin hole was the loud, ecstatic, mumbled moans of my own body from outside, relishing every second.

[kiribaku-queen]

Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.