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[totothewolff]

The Speed Game of Love

Toto x reader | comedy, crack humor (RuPaul's Drag Race bang), romance, fluff.

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. Author's note: It's short and fun. Y/N has the hots for Toto, as usual. Who doesn't?! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts or if you have an idea, here I am."

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From the racing capital of the world is The Speed Game of Love.

And here is your host...

The hot and only Toto Wolff.

(Opening music plays, and the camera pans over the bright and sparkling stage. Toto Wolff is standing there in fullness, tallness, and hotness, just a few steps away from you. As you peek in from behind the entrance, he is looking as sexy as you expected that man to be, dressed in a sluty tight suit, his eyes set on you for a brief second making your knees and other regions jiggle as he starts the show).

"Welcome to the Speed Game of Love. I'm your hot, I mean host! Toto Wolff." he winks at you before moving to his mark at the cue.

(Cheers, gaps, and a loud moan come from the sound effect console as Toto passes a hand on his hair and smiles big and bright straight at the pro camera).

"Let's meet tonight's lucky heartracers!" he gestures with both arms to his left.

(Cut to a shot of the competitors, each one dressed in their best sickening drag looks, all sitting in white bar stool chairs next to each other)

"It's the Queen of tracks! And hearts! Adore D. Hammer!" Toto approaches a fierce-looking queen. "Ready to smash some?" Toto raises his eyebrows as he asks.

"Oh, dear, I'm more than keen for some hammer time!" Adore answers, thrusting with her hips slowly.

She's rocking a sparkly, sluty version of the iconic jumpsuit in neon yellow and black from MC Hammer's iconic "U Can't Touch This" music video, but cinched for the gods along with really high-platform sneakers.

The jumpsuit is embellished with rhinestones and sequins that shimmer and shine under the stage lights. Adore's dreadlocks hung loose around her ears but with a glamorous, over-the-top twist.

Her makeup is bold and bright, with bold eyeliner, vibrant eyeshadow, and a shining golden lip. Her skin is glowing with a subtle shimmery highlight that makes her look like she just stepped out of a disco ball.

Toto gives her a chuckle before moving along.

"Next, Carla LaTurbo Slayz!" He strolls to her, mic in hand. "Miss Turbo, I heard you got some horsepower tonight! How are you, honey?"

(After he asks the question, a loud moan is heard as a sound effect).

"I'm 'fuel'-tastic, Toto!" she blows a kiss to the camera and shows some lil' leg.

She's rocking a stunning, one-shoulder gown made from the finest silk in a rich, jewel-toned red that evokes the majestic flamenco dancers of Andalusia. The dress is fitted and figure-hugging, accentuating her curves in all the right places.

Her hair is a masterpiece; a few strategically placed braids and hairpins add a touch of Andalusian flair.

Her eyes are lined with bold, black kohl and smudged with shimmery gold eyeshadow to create a sultry, seductive gaze. Her lips are painted a deep, crimson red. Her accessories are chunky gold jewelry.

"Up next, it's GiGi Reigns. Is Your Highness ready to conquer this race?" Toto turns to her, bowing first.

"Keen to have a smooth pit stop and a great finish!" an old lady's voice with a thick Windsor accent answers.

She is rocking a look that's equal parts regal and ridiculous. She's donning a velvet-trimmed corset and hoop skirt that's so big it requires its own zip code.

The skirt is a riot of colors, with florals and patterns. GiGi's hair is a marvel; think Elizabeth I's famous ruff but on steroids! Her locks are styled in towering curls that resemble a pompadour.

Her makeup is a masterpiece of over-the-top opulence. Layers of foundation, blush, and powder are applied with the precision of the era, but they make her look old, really old, with wrinkles adorning her features.

Her accessories are an array of fake pearls that look like they belong on the Queen herself.

"Let's start your engines! Close that pit wall!" Toto instructs as the obstructing divider slides from the wall. It looks exactly like a pit wall fence but glamorous, all in metallic pink, blocking the view from both sides.  

As you are about to enter the stage, an empty, small white podium is waiting for you.

"Our wag tonight is from (Y/N's City/Country). Meet (Y/N's profession/studies), Y/N, Y/LN!" Toto introduces you as you step in, smiling at him.

"Mmm, you look good!" Toto runs his eyes all over your body as he approaches you and offers a hand to help you step on the podium.

You feel the heat instantly.

"What brings you smoking gear around here? Did your engine overheat?" Toto addresses you, starting to lean closer to you.

"I'm just looking for touch at this point!" you answer, plain and honest.

(Aww noises come from the sound effect panel).

"Uhmmhu!" Toto gets closer to you than his mark on the floor suggests. He gestures to you to articulate more as he stands by your side, slowly sliding a hand down on your back.

How you react to his touch makes him smile naughtily.

In between a nervous giggle, you explain: "I tried the apps and whatnot, but nothing worked, so my friends suggested I come here to speed up the process. You know, to look for something accelerated, fast-paced." You wink at him, gaining confidence, feeling his eyes traveling down your lips and neck.

"Oh, so you like it fast-paced? Who doesn't like to get their flag chequered hard!" Toto keeps your game of innuendos, flirting with you along.

You nod and bite your lip; he arches his eyebrow slightly.

"Then, you came to the right place!" his voice is deep, and he flexes his arm so you can enjoy the view of his muscles as Toto grabs his mic. "So, Y/N, here's how the game works: You ask the heartracers some questions, and they will try to win this lap for your heart with their answers. When the time runs out, you choose who steps into your podium. Are you ready to race?"

"I AM!" you feel pumped up!

(Engine noises are heard in the studio, indicating the start of the lap).

You read one of your cue cards. "Heartracer number one, finish the following sentence: If I was your car to run me on a race, you would leave me (blank...) at the end."

"In desperate need of a new set of wheels. Oh! I would run you relentlessly from one side of the circuit to the other!" Adore answers, jumping on her feet and doing the iconic MC Hammer moves, passing by in front of the other contestants.

You laugh and nod at the excellent answer. "And you, number two?"

"I would leave you revving for more! You would want me to run you down over and over again around these corners." LaTurbo answers with a very sexual voice, sliding her hand all over her body curves.

"And you, madam, number three?" you ask.

"At the finish line... eventually! I'm a lady of a certain age, darling." GiGi Reigns' elderly voice answers, making you and Toto burst into giggles.

"If it was me, I would have you shifting gears so hard that I would end up breaking you down. But that's me!" Toto jokes, inserting his answer there. "Let's move on to the next question, shall we, Y/N?"

"YES! Let me push that pedal all the way in!" you joke back.

"All the way in?!" Toto asks, now curious, in a high-pitched voice. "Fast-paced and all the way in. Taking notes!" He swaps his cue cards around.

"I think that one's hammer is starting to show! Haha," GiGi Reigns adds, inserting herself into the conversation, bumping Adore with her hand, and both of them taking a small peek at Toto's crotch.

"Please, give head, go ahead, I meant!" Toto jokes with you.

"Based on yourself, how would you prefer to be called if you were a fuel brand?" you ask the contestants.

"Piston Pumping, you gotta keep the hammering for miles long!" Adore gives her answer in perfect branding.

"Fuel-in' Around, just kidding," Carla waves her hand.

"The Lube for The Crown, cause at this age, darling, you need some extra help." GiGi slowly spreads open her legs, making rusted noises, cracking you up again.

"I'd be, Fuel Me Maybe, you know, like tonight, after this show," Toto flirts shamelessly as the game progresses, making it clear that he's interested in none other than you.

"Final question," you go ahead. "Imagine you are an F1 team. Sell yourself to me."

"On the Hammerella F1 Team, competition can't touch us! We are faster than you can say parachute pants!" Adore D. Hammer answers.

"On El Toro Racing, we are unleashing the bull full speed, with fury and passion and with a whole lot of rhythm, ahhhh." Carla LaTurbo's every word gets more sexual somehow as she answers your question, her hands going all over her neck and legs.

Finally is GiGi's turn: "On the Motor on the Bus, The Queen's Royal Racing Team, we race round and round, vroom and vroom, all through the town." She pauses before adding, "But with protocol, dear."

GiGi's stupid answer makes you gag.

"Oh, time is up! Y/N, who do you choose from our heartracers? Number one, two or three?" Toto comes near to you again.

Fuck! He smells so good! That's an arousing cologne.

(A dramatic pause comes before you turn straight at him to give your definitive answer).

"You," you point at Toto. "I choose you!" answering aloud to everyone's... actually... to no one's surprise!

"I'd love to take you for some good ol' laps!" he blows a kiss to you. "But first, let's meet the ones you didn't choose! Say hello to Adore D. Hammer."

"Oh! This hammer would have broken you in half, dear!" she jokes with you as she looks you up and passes along, thrusting the air on her way out.

"and Carla LaTurbo Slayz," Toto again shouts, extending his arm.

"This," she closes her hand at you, moving it around your body, "Has red flag all over," she says, belittling you as she goes out, pretending to be insulted by you rejecting her.

"Finally, GiGi Reigns! Madam..." Toto bows one last time.

GiGi takes her time walking there, making grunt noises as she grabs her back, complaining, making you two lose it.

"I, TOO, CAN COMMAND THE WIND, SIR!" She screams out of nowhere in the most Shakespearean voice, catching you two off guard.

Like GiGi got possessed for a second before she composes herself and gives "royal hand waves" politely as she dramatically exits.

"WHHAAT?" you say, catching your breath between laughs.

"Ready to blow my engine?" Toto triumphantly asks, holding you up like a trophy as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Against the pit wall?!" you joke around, laughing on his lips, standing next to it.

"Another Speed Game of Love with a... happy ending! To me!" Toto winks. "Good night, everybody!"

(You two wave at the lense before you wrap him in a passionate kiss as the camera cuts to black)

You don't make it further than his dressing room.

The audio crew picks up the loud moans and smashing noises coming from there, as Toto is still wired, and they quickly turn off the equipment.

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[h-ypno]

SO WE DID SEE DOC SCRATCH

I totally forgot how creepy he was, but it's interesting to see that the last line from him was fairly neutral. "Good luck". Not for or against his own control over her

Also interesting to see who Doc considers a pawn or not. Its been a while since I read Homestuck but. Karkat??? I think that red blood may have been one of the humans. "Pawn", not "knight".

My guess would have to be Rose.

Also! Vriska didn't age this time! Interesting! Although we got to see baby Vriska!!! :D

I wonder who the feather will be.... Or heck, even the magic 8 ball... Maybe Vriska encounters her younger self? Maybe the feather is Dirk, since, ink and quill, writing the story, so on

Also this update answers my question of

"if Vriskas good now, she won't be be steroids for the plot anymore will she???"

The HS2 team blew this update out of the fucking water, GENUINELY

[dockone]

The drug Miyagi gives Zoro in Onigashima...

... seems very similar to Alabasta's Fatal Fuel and Fishman Island's Energy Steroids.

Fatal Fuel gives the user five minutes of super strenght before claiming their life.

Energy Steroids have the same effect, but taken to extreme, ages the user irreversibly.

Weird thing is Energy Steroids are considered to be a legendary national treasure of Fishman Island. And these three countries - Zou, Alabasta and Fishman Island - seem to have been connected to the Clan of D.

So, were these drugs a gift from the Clan of D? Were these countries trying to replicate some drug used during the void century and ended up doing these sort of botched versions of the original?

Funnily enough, Chopper's Rumble Ball also acts a bit like these drugs.

[stormoflina]

Domi interview, part 3

Dominik says the biggest differences from going to playing in the Bundesliga to the PL, are pace and decision making.

D: "You get the ball, then you have 2 seconds to make a decision, in the Bundesliga you had 4. Every match is a life or death situation. Every team can beat the other, and this is what it's so great about it [the PL].

About how beefed up Salah got ever since his shoulder injury in Madrid, if working out like he does, strengthening core muscles are expected of everybody, or it's a plus they can decide to do:

The interviewer basically goes on a monologue about how muscular and strong Mo is. He seems very impressed, retelling how Mo works out, how strong he is and wonders if the special workouts he seems to do is what makes him avoid injuries. He asks Dominik about his opinion, if he too, believes in putting in the extra work, like Salah does.

D: "Nothing is obligatory, we don't have a gun to our heads to work out in the gym. Everyone does it for themselves. He [Salah], yeah, it's true all what you said. I talked a lot about to him about this, asking questions, because I was interested. He said, until he was like 28 years old, he didn"t do this (...), then he decided to cut out pasta, bread, sugar (...). He made his decision, and ever since, like even if we have training at 12, he is at the gym by like 10."

I: " And what about you, what do you think, do you do this or not (...)?"

D: "Everyone is different. I do my own things, this [what Mo does] is I think not what I need. I have tried it, being very strict about food (...), but I didn't feel better. I felt very anxious, that I had to restrict myself, I didn't feel free, didn't feel like I was able to do things freely. Now, if I feel like eating some chocolate, then I will eat it. He [Mo] thinks different."

About how much work he brings to his private life, if he watches matches in his free time, things like that:

D: It's hard still. I'm trying to build this habit up, that when I come in the door, I leave work behind, and when I leave the house and go to training it's all about football (...) But it's hard. (...) I very rarely watch matches, usually only when one of my friends play. I have a friend, who now plays in the NB2 (the Hungarian Second Division), sometimes I watch that on Youtube.

I have a friend group of 5 people, we do a shared call, than watch the friend's match on the TV."

I: "Do they do the same with you?"

D: "Sometimes it doesn't work out, but yeah, they all watch my matches too."

About playing style of RB Leipzig vs Liverpool

The interviewer goes on about how Klopp changed his tactics up a bit, after Liverpool became the champion, back then it was less direct, but now it's so direct, all about gegenpressing, there are so many balls going forward, meaning there are many, which "come back too". [It's all about counter pressing.]

D: "I can't really compare the two teams, it's a different league, different players. The coaching mindset is different too, even if Klopp and [Marco] Rose are quite similar choaches."

I: "And then there is Jesse Marsch, [Klopp and Rose] basically on steroids." (lol)

D: "You get the ball, long ball/long pass, then shuhsu. [makes a sound to go forward]

But, basically, the last season for Liverpool was kinda bad. So, he [Klopp] thought, let's twist it all up. We will go for every ball, we will get every ball, then when we have it, we will go forward. Not in a stupid way, of course, if we can't go forward, then we keep the ball, twist it around (...). There is [tactical] football, it's not get the ball forwards." [basically saying not hoofball]

I: "You are someone, who rather keeps the ball, turns it around in the sides..."

D: "Before the match against Everton, in training there was a situation, when we were playing, running for like 5 minutes, and I kept the ball, passed it back, said that why aren't we going forward? Then, the others told me, we are not going forward, because we have been running for 5 minutes, let the opponent run some, while we keep the ball."

I: "It was reported, that when TAA started inverting to midfield, he would find this information [if he has to do this or not] a day before the match. This seems ??? (sorry, for some reason I cannot understand what he says). Is it the same for you, because sometimes you play as a 6, mostly when you are down to 10 men [Dominik chuckles at that], it seems your position on the field changes a lot. How soon do you find this out?"

D: "Our positions are discussed in the training before the match. But everything can happen, so it does change a lot."

I: What did Klopp tell you yesterday [in the game against Everton] at the 61th minute, when he called you over to you at the side of the pitch? Everton was very deep by then, defending 5-3 basically, leaving no place left in the midfield. Do you remember what he said (...)?"

D: "He told me to go forward, to be closer to Jota. If there is a ball, shoot."

I: "In Leipzig and the NT too, you are right in front of the pitch with the ball [meaning that he had the time and space to attack, move the ball], but now, you are playing as an 8, where you have seconds to find space between the lines, it's all very quick. Which styling play you prefer (...)"

D: " I don't like to play backwards to the net. I feel like I'm someone, who can see things, when facing the net, which others may not. It's an advantage I try to use as much as possible, to give myself a bigger space from the people, then I try 1 vs 1, or either with passes, but if I have to play between the lines, then I will do that."

I: "Do you have any preference where to play? [position vias] You said you like to be in front of the net, but sometimes, as an attacking 8, that's not possible."

D: "It depends on how I position myself. Whatever position I play, I can position myself in a way that it works out for me. I don't mind if I have to play deep, what matters to me is that I can turn, and see everything in front of me. Not when I get the ball, and there are people breathing down in my neck. I don't like that."

I: "But that happens a lot lately. (...). Sometimes you have to play as a double pivout."

D: " Yeah, it happens, when we feel like we can't get through them. Then, Trent goes to the right wing, and then Mac Allister and I can deal with the rest."

The interviewer then mentions the problems Trent faced last season, that Henderson used to help him out. Question that when he has to do the same [cover for Trent, when he inverts into the midfield] how automatic it is, if it comes naturally, or it's something Klopp drilled into him.

D: "No, it comes naturally to everyone, I think. If you see your RB struggling, you will go and help them. I'm not a good defender, but I know what I have to do in that 1,5 min I'm there."

Question about the connection between Klopp and Pep. He said, and it was reported as well, that he [Pep] invented this new position of TAA, and sometimes it's him who is in charge of the training too. Who comes up with the tactics, who tells them (...).

D: "We don't know who comes up with the tactics. Klopp is the one who tells us, and it's only him, who does the training before the match. Other trainings, Pep does it sometimes."

Question about Dominik's feelings and impression of Pep.

D: "He is good. I love him. He listens to everyone, we all listen to him. It's great to work with him."

About Haaland.

Haaland said his superpower is regeneration. Examples how he tapes his mouth, things like that. "He is a machine, a robot, says that about himself as well." Question if Dominik believes in the same stuff as well.

D: "I don't judge (lol), everyone does what they think it's the best for them. Back in Saltzburg, I meditated with him a few times, because we shared a room. First, I thought it was stupid, then I joined him, because why not. He used to wear those blue light glasses, I tried that one out too, he said it would help me sleep better... Well, you can only guess, if it worked out I would be wearing them still. It didn't help me. Maybe it didn't work out for me, because I didn't believe in it. He does a lot of other [regeneration] stuff, that people don't know about. I have been in his place, yeah it's a lot. He is a bit strange. [laughs]"

Short questions:

I: "Do you prefer heavy metal football or a possesion-based, slower stlye?"

D: Both, it depends. Maybe I prefer when I have the ball, and it's the opponent who has to run, not me, even if I can.

I: DC or Marvel?

D: Marvel.

[yinyuedijun]

As an a/b/o writer, I am so proud of you for diving deep into these waters 😈

All it took for me once you said you were writing this was seeing Adventurine's picture and a few lines of really sad backstory and I immediately went "I get it, I need to put a baby in this man immediately" (perhaps metaphorically lol children are complicated)

I am also crying with you 😭, because if I write something omegaverse it's because I need to have that background gender confundery or other world building aspects going on, otherwise it would just be normal people.

Regardless, cannot wait to see us knot the lost prince (? that seems to be what I'm seeing of his backstory implies.) I know it's probably going to make me weepy whatever you come up with.

Much love from a person who struggles with the "why does this have to have themes and motifs" std too muah

thank u my fellow a/b/o connoisseur 🫶 I'm so glad u understand me and my desire to knot that beautiful, soggy man 😌 also GRLFKSKWJW your comment made me laugh so hard bc I think omegaverse aventurine would be so terrified abt pregnancy but canon universe aventurine? very happy to roleplay as submissive and breedable GRRGLSMSLSJ

speaking seriously though I feel u so so much and I'm glad I'm not alone in my inconvenient writing tendencies. there's nothing wrong with horny smut but I feel like a lot of a/b/o is basically heavy D/s dynamics with some extra spice, and the stories could almost be divorced from omegaverse if someone really wanted. (I read a lot of this kind of a/b/o and IM VERY INTO IT IM NOT THROWING SHADE TO BE CLEAR LOL) however some of my favourite takes on the trope use it to explore gender dynamics and systemic power differentials !! I find the trope can be very useful in revealing the way that social hierarchies affect a character, which I guess is why this aventurine fic is on literary steroids (his backstory already revolves around social hierarchies and injustices). I was doomed from the start rip set out to write angsty smut and now I'm balls deep in a systemic violence narrative 💔

in any case I'm so glad u are excited to knot the lost prince ....... hope u don't mind getting railed by the lost prince too. truly this couple is vers4vers kings

[wooziorgans]

Hmmmmm idrk any trans person (especially ftm) irl who I know so I wanted to ask you certain doubts I had about trans people in general and feel free to skip or answer whichever question you are comfortable with

1. Have you gotten a top/bottom surgery?

2. If you have gotten bottom surgery what exactly happens. I e heard they enlarge the clitoris to give it a penile shape but I am not sure. If yes does it get hard like other penises do?

3. What was your parents/relatives reaction coming out trans? Because coming out trans is worse than coming out gay from my experiences.

4. What is your love life irl like? D people get turned off when you tell them you're trans not cus often?

5. If you have done top surgery does it also affect your nipples? Cuz from what I know male nipples look much different than female nipples.

6. Do you feel safer as a man while travelling alone in public places or at night or is it same like a woman?

Again all my questions are from genuine curiosity so hope you don't feel offended by any of them

-🍓girl

1. i have gotten top surgery. i do not want bottom surgery bcs i personally don’t think it’s advanced enough as a medical procedure for me to get it. like i just don’t think the procedure is developed enough for me to want to take the risk for it.

2. from what I know about bottom surgery, there are two types. one is smaller and can get hard on its own. they use what growth you gain from taking testosterone to build the dick. the other type requires a pump in one of your balls to get you hard. that one required a skin graft from the arm or thigh because it’s bigger in appearance.

but with taking testosterone, the clit gets bigger bcs the introduction of testosterone will do that. women who body build and take steroids (which is just low dose testosterone) typically have enlarged clits. and it does give the clit the shape of a dick kind of.

3. honestly it wasn’t great. my extended family on one side was much more understanding because i have a gay cousin on that side. but my family is generally very religious. even though ive been out for nearly 7 years, i constantly get dead named and misgendered when im around my religious family members.

my parents didn’t take it well at all. but i had to double down and explain that it was detrimental to my health that they at least try and understand. and when i started seeing doctors to get on testosterone, my doctor provided information on support groups for parents of trans kids and it helped them quite a bit. but i think im quite lucky with how things worked out at home.

4. honestly my love life has been fine. i dated a straight woman once and it wasn’t an issue. i do pass really well, so physically i look like a guy. and if ppl are attracted to masculinity then im not an exception to that just bcs i don’t have a dick n balls.

and honestly when it comes to romance, i typically tell people im interested in about me being trans to avoid any extra hurt in the future. like I would never talk to someone with romantic intent with out telling them about it, because there’s the chance it would be a turn off for them, and i would prefer to not get my heart broken bcs of it.

5. my nipples are the same ones i had when i had boobs. they’re a little bit smaller (trimmed down by my surgeon), but they’re not centred like they would be on a pair of boobs? they’re more outwards towards my arms if that makes any sense. it looks like a male chest basically (w surgery scars n nipples that are slightly bigger).

however, my nipples themselves don’t stick out or get hard anymore but that’s bcs of nerve damage from having surgery. which isn’t an issue for me personally.

6. typically yes, i do feel safer now compared to before. but i still (despite the fact that I pass quite well) run into the issue of people thinking im a woman. it’s not as common anymore bcs i will talk to ppl and they’ll hear my deep ass voice and be like “oh shit”.

but when i was growing out my hair, travelling at night was scary bcs i looked a lot more feminine. im also not tall. like at all,,? So from the back i do look like a woman. just w rlly broad shoulders. people walking in the same direction as me have cat called me before. its ass.

[nameshifter]

SCP-8000 contest entries abridged daily

(Except, like, not well)

Wikidot still hates Russia, and I while I can't vote/participate in SCP-8000 contest, I still want to interact with it. So here's a semi-daily series of abridges I'm gonna make for each 8k entry, whenever I finish reading one (Bear in mind, I work fulltime). Entries aren't gonna be covered in any specific order, and with 151 unique entries there's zero chance I'm gonna be able to cover everything.

Placeholder/Cimmerian/Blank/Billith - Eight-Ball Two off-sets, a few crosslinks, fewer collapsibles Relevant GOIs: MC&D, Serpent's Hand, as well as some mentions of MCF

Beginning is a separate off-set to the rest of the article, and outside of introducing us to the smug arsehole that is Director Ryoto Hishakaku, also informs the readers that 8000 is, in fact, stolen

Second off-set begins with a rather techno-babbly special/converse containment procedures and description, typical of Placeholder McD. In essence, the object is a magic eight-ball on thaumic "steroids", acting as a powerful predictive supercomputer with enough precognition to look into people's consciousness and predict any inquiries before they are voiced, among other things. An incredibly useful artifact, which is why when O5 catches the word of the ball being stolen by an unknown party and chew Director Hishakaku out for letting it get stolen. No one is happy

Except for one Dr. Danill Sokolsky. He informs the council that the item can be retrived, as he has a contingency scheme, and, provided the right people, can get it relatively easy.

The right people are as follows: Ethics Committee member Dr. Cimmerian, Researcher Harknesss (who I only know as Billith's character with very high CRV), Dr. Wettle of SCP-7000 (negative luck sink), Dr. Moncier (I've not done my homework, I don't know who she is), Dr. Placeholder MCD (Esoteric Polymath, proficient in pataphysics), as well as Agent S. of MC&D (an inventor/creator of anomalous spy and infiltration tech)

Oh, and Hishakaku is there. About 20% of the article is spent dunking on him, I'd be remiss if I didn't do it a few times

Bulk of the article is spent covering an infiltration into the Wanderer's Library in search of the eight-ball. In particular, there's some fun interactions between the characters and their surroundings in the Library's Casino (read: they wreak havoc), find a gigantic place under the Wanderer's Library (aptly named Underlibrary), which stores, among other things, every book from every lost non-anomalous library as well as a talking Lighthouse of Alexandria.

They also awaken the serpent. The Serpent. The One after which the Hand is named after. That Serpent. Chaos ensues.

Wettle's bad luck ruffles Casino's feathers by making every Casino Goer win absolute jackpots, Agent S turns out to be a reality bender, affiliated with a number of other benders calling themselves House of Stars (I've not done my homework) and quickly dashes away, Cimmerian gets transported back to Ancient Egypt, eight-ball in hand, while the remaining group is reprimanded by the Casino and Librarians for causing a mess.

In time, everything is fixed, including damage to the library, as well as Cimmerian teleported back into an appropriate era, still with the eight-ball, and all is well... Except it went missing again, because of course it did.

Thanks to Cimmerian, Hishakaku ultimately gets demoted (which is immensely satisfying, considering events of 6488 and 7579) and while the foundation doesn't have their magic ball, they do, however, get rather cinematic footage of events surrounding the sentient eight-ball, seemingly made by Agent S. herself, including final scenes of the two on a beach

Tl;dr: A sentient ball of immense magical and clairvoyant powers goes missing. Six foundation researchers, Type Green MC&D agent and That Arsehole from SCP-6488 go to the Wanderer's Library to retrieve it. They trash the place, get one of their own sent back in time, temporarily retrieve the eight-ball only to lose it again not seconds later.

[cosmicgrapevine]

"You can see now why I don't tell 'em shit. Keith's a roid-raging jock dipshit, and my dad's got the imagination of a potato and would think it's all Satanism anyhow. 'Exciting' for him is like, golfing with his boss. If the Lost Kids hadn't scouted me, I'd be...I dunno. Nothing good."

"And your mom? If you don't..."

"Nah, it's fine. It's been five years. I'd like to say a Mire got her, and I've been, y'know, training for years to take revenge. But nope, just regular old shitty cancer. If she was still here, I'd...I'd tell her everything. She'd get it. Even if you hate your mom, at least she's..."

Tabby raised an eyebrow. "At least she's what?"

"Just, that's crazy, right? The dude who bashed her up in the '70s is the same guy we're fighting now? What if she was a Warden too, and that's why she got hit?"

"Trust me, no goddamn way," Tabby said. "I wish she was like your dad. Every time I talk to her, she's practically begging me to quit, you're too weak, you can't handle it, you know I'm right...she doesn't control my life anymore and she's so mad about it."

"Alright, shit," Kenny said. "Grass is always greener, I guess." He whistled. "Damn, a mobbed-up Fullmire. Wonder if Ryan knows anything."

"Ryan? From school?"

"Yeah, his dad's firm did plea deals for a bunch of old mob guys who 'retired' down here. I'm pretty sure one of them is Ryan's steroid hookup. Keith buys from him; I wasn't kidding about the roid rage. One time Keith couldn't pay and Ryan came over here and was freaking out. Like someone was gonna come after him."

Tabby sat up straight, stammering as a mental lightbulb clicked on. "D-dude, go get Jevon. I just figured something out."

Jevon was summoned from upstairs. Justin was not, but kept his face pressed to the back window anyway, in hopes of hearing something. "'Kay, so last Friday, Mel went out with Jordy, and they went to Scooter's. It was Ryan's idea, and he went with. Didn't even do any rides or anything. And that's where they found that photo." She paused, letting it sink in. "The storage place was a setup. Scooter's is their real base. Think about it. All those tents and trailers to hide stuff in, employees come and go all the time..."

Jevon nodded. "Think you're onto something," he said. "Alright. We'll sit on this until Mr. C and the rest get back from Equinox, then launch an assault."

"That's a week from now," Tabby said. "C'mon, the four of us, we can take him."

"Yeah, that's insane," Kenny said.

"You think so?" Jevon said. "Show me what you got."

Tabby unhooked her feather. Energy crackled around her as it grew. She tried to stay positive, and feed those emotions into the feather. But it was hard. It had been hard ever since the storage place. There was some kind of mental block. She couldn't imagine what. She had every reason to want to get better, to want to catch this bastard. But today the feather didn't believe her. With a cracking sound, it stopped growing and returned to normal.

"You see? You're not ready for combat. And that's fine," Jevon said to her embarrassed sulking. "No one's expecting you to be. But if you try this on your own, I will tell the higher-ups. And if you think you're in the doghouse now?"

"You're gonna tell? What is this, kindergarten? Anyway, I won't be alone: we've got a Markstepper too." She patted Lynd's leg and smiled.

He didn't return it. "They're right. This is a bad idea. The Sumacs are a powerful clan, and we still don't know their true intentions."

"Jesus, you too? How come I've got more balls than all three of you put together? How many people are gonna die while we sit on our asses, huh?"

"That's not why you wanna do this," Kenny said. "You wanna show off. You wanna be the star. I get it. I was like that when I joined."

"But then," said Jevon, with infuriating calm, "We learn that we check the Wards, we keep the peace, and we don't go charging into Markstepper turf--mob-backed Markstepper turf--just because we wanna be heroes. Now, you didn't get that training, 'cause you're special," he sneered. "So learn it now."

You're not some hero, you little shit! Rita's words came back to her. She kept her stare intense and her jaw tight.

"Wait, it's not even about that. This is about your mom," Kenny said. "You wanna get revenge?"

"Fuck revenge, she doesn't deserve revenge! Maybe I'll just tell him to finish what he started! I can get him to fuck up your brother, too, because you're apparently too much of a pussy to do it yourself."

The backyard was quiet, the pool filter bubbling away. "Come on, Tabby..." Lynd groaned. Kenny half smiled at her. "Actually, I think Keith had it right this time," he said. "'Who asked you, bitch?'"

[chanelfunnell]

Mail, qquite normal, drama elsewher

A) anon, I'd say steroids. He is still slim, bulkies so swollen bloated face.. Or kidney but Tazer does not look OK. His new gf is pretty.

B) anon, she's nasty. Not just long term unhealthy obsession with Crosby, plus Tazer now and before and again Czech born commentator or wag or a fictional chata tee but also calling Kathy Leutner (plus a comment on my blog) as Crosby's escot and so Czech NHL ex Pens wag. She's deranged and horrible.. I'm surprises that no one sues he fir defamation, harassment.. Yes Crosby (Toews Kane) Interesting is Ashley running Tazer's fan Insta. Crazy fan woman. Women's hater.

C) anon, I guess Matthew is better a his team. Is better. They have a star team but playing badly and no play offs chances over the years lol.

D) anon, not ice hockey topic but UK king can hardly do something with Sandringham and topiary and Balmoral as it is a personal inheritance e of nhl commentator, IT tech biz girl Marketa from her grandfather. Its personal estate and it goes down to any offspring out or in the wedlock. I mean Marketa comes from married parents, it her father but they are holders of nominee trust. Charles is nasty deluded fart up yo bribes such as his sleazy deluded brother Andy and Aa son Harry. So stupid out of touch and reality men I did not see in the boxing with an empty skulls. No way hey run a ware tap without a butler and anything like army or so... Not good in the sport as achievers, no reflection of their own look, forget a Puck or ball and a game IQ lol. Back to tabs, they ae PR useless lol. A farmer like Reese from the Blackhawks lol.

E) anon, I read both Blackhawks beat reporters. My extra fav one from past is Mark Laxarus but he's not in Sun Chicago Times. It's hard job to be a beat reporter. Othing fir joke home sitting bloggers lol

8thF) anon, the same, off topic but yes, Greta Is a bad actress and made up personality by he manager to be famous and money making with stitched up bogus and answers. She faked and staged with German police like on German train where. Swat reservation is required with any ticket purchase. Just stopping by on the way to Davis. How do we dare? Yes I do. Waste of space who copies things by others but no own research, contribution or talent. No way she has what Dustin Hoffman played so well with Tom Cruise.. Slowly built not immediately How do you dare. Oil stop etc are Russian backed anarchists criminals disrupting infrastructure and democracy. Check the woman Margaret and her, charity, in California. Losers without any talent and no fair play.

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: 8 y/o adorable senior kitten-lookalike is finally ready to find her forever - BARCS, Baltimore MD

Betty Crocker- 8 y/o, altered female, 12lbs

FELV-/FIV-

8-year-old Betty Crocker is the queen of cozy, ready to fill your home with her gentle, playful charm! Although she’s been described as a bit shy, she’s also independent and loves a good play session.

Betty came to BARCS through no fault of her own, and while she’s been patient, she’s dreaming of a more comfortable home where her playful nature and independent spirit can truly shine. A seasoned sweetheart, she enjoys life’s simple pleasures—like stretching out in a cozy spot and getting gentle pets now and then.

Here are some things to know about Betty Crocker:

-Betty Crocker is a sweet, gentle soul who loves being around her people and enjoys soft, affectionate pets and snuggles next to you. However, she’s not one for long, overstimulating interactions—she prefers her affection in smaller, more soothing doses. After all, she’s all about keeping things gentle and calm.

-Betty Crocker isn’t shy about sharing her opinions! This independent kitty will happily let you know when she’s on board—or when something’s not quite her style. If she’s not feeling it, she’ll voice her discomfort, making sure her boundaries are clear. For starters, she’s not a fan of being picked up!

-Betty Crocker is a playful little lady who loves all kinds of toys, but toy balls and cat wands are her absolute favorites! In fact, if both are in motion, she’ll try to chase them at the same time—because why settle for one when you can have double the fun?

-Betty Crocker would love to be the center of your attention and the only kitty in your home.

Surrendered to us at the beginning of October, Betty Crocker was reported to have pretty chronic skin issues that had been previously managed with Convenia and Prednisone. She has still been very itchy, especially at night, so she was started on a strict prescription Z/D diet and a steroid taper, after which she'll be due for a recheck to see if there has been any improvement.

Betty Crocker has waited long enough to find her forever home- she's so deserving and ready to be transferred ASAP.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd | Baltimore, MD 21225 US

[secretsofdbz]

(yes tanktop get shit done Trunks is FINE)

OH MY GOD YOU DONT KNOW

Oh my god

oh my GOD

I will SHOW YOU THE WORLD @fanfic-lover-girl!!!

So way back when in the yee olden days of 2010-2011, a wonderful game called Dragon Ball Online happened and introduced us to what happened to Trunks after he killed Imperfect Cell. At the same time, a card-arcade game called Dragon Ball Heroes also came out with the same principle. (the concept was then also taken by Xenoverse ^^)

Trunks broke a bunch of rules with his Time Machine and the Supreme Kai of Time decided to just abduct him and make him work for her, founding the Time Patrol (and fighting new enemies)

So yeah, meet "Xeno Trunks" (or Time Patrol Trunks) and the rest of the Xeno Gang! Trunks had quite a few change of clothes depending on the game/series/artist :)

(yes future Trunks meeting Tapion was a thing)

Oh and these things exist within these OFFICIAL storylines btw:

Since the arcade game is a massive money maker... Heroes also exists as a promotional Anime (but it covers arc 2, 3, 4 and 5, not 1). The manga also exists (promotional as well). Both started around 2014-2015 (Toyotarou actually started with Heroes manga!!)

Highly recommend you read the manga since it works as a storyline :D.

https://mangadex.org/search?q=super%20dragon%20ball%20heroes

Order of reading:

Dark Demon Realm Mission! (the BEST)

Universe Mission!!

Big Bang Mission!!!

Ultra God Mission!!!!

Meteor Mission (they broke the combo with the exclamation points, sadly) - this one is currently ongoing.

Avatars and Victory Mission are about the "player character" in the arcade game (the avatars :p) and they're also about the kids playing the card game haha

Art is pretty meh buuuuut the concept is top tier.

The anime is all on youtube (it's a bunch of tiny episodes with some pretty bad animation, buuut it can be fun for the hype)

Anyway yeah.

Trenchcoat Trunks proves Blunks (DBS Trunks) is someone else :D

TLDR: It's actually Kingdom Hearts on steroids, and integrates a ton of "what ifs" and time hoping and meeting movie villains and creating a bunch of fusions and it's amazing and pure unadulterated hype/fun with no strings.

Future Trunks' Appearances

Future Trunks to me is one of the hottest male characters in DBZ! Also he has been shown to have long and short hair. So I wanted to do my own personal ranking of Trunks' outfits (excluding his looks in the History of Trunks special).

Number 5: Short hair, battle armor

This has to be Trunks' worst look. It's not ugly but it just looks a bit ridiculous to me. He looks a bit dorky, to be honest like he's playing dress up. Especially since he looks so boyish.

Number 4: Long hair, battle armor

I think Trunks looks way better in his armour when he has longer hair. All those shots in the Cell games where Trunks' hair is waving in the wind are so gorgeous. Made him look pretty. Maybe the longer hair complements his muscles better by not making his head seem so small. I love this look but I hate how Trunks is so freakishly huge for a good part of his time wearing it. The armour does not really feel like Trunks either. I think his Earthling clothes fit him better.

Number 3: Long hair, casual clothes (Pre cell games)

I had to add this because Trunks just looks so cute in this simple outfit. His face is these shots is super soft, making him look a bit innocent. Love it!

Number 2: Long jacket sleeves (Cell saga, Broly movie)

I can't decide between long hair and short hair Trunks for this look. Sometimes the animation makes short hair Trunks look a bit dorky though. But this is Future Trunks' iconic look. No one else can pull off this fashion disaster (coming from someone who knows squat about clothes lol).

Number 1: Long hair, short jacket sleeves (Bojack movie)

Just look at him!!! Talk about leaving the franchise in style! The dude's muscles are so huge at this point that Trunks ditches sleeves altogether. Gosh he's hot :''). From what I have seen, many people agree this is Trunks' best look.

[scarletsmith-world-blog]

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[genshinboys]

KAEYA - MAFIA HEADCANONS

WARNING: NSFW, slightly dub con?

PAIRING: KAEYA X FEM READER

Your week didn’t start very well. Heck, it was an absolute disaster. A total shit of a show, like a scene taken out of some cheap soap opera, and you still cannot believe that it happened to you.

You were about to pop into the bank, withdraw some money, have an idle chit-chat with your favourite financial advisor while sipping on your morning coffee. But then, the whole thing evolved into people screaming in fear, masked burglars breaking into the building, bone-chilling sounds of cocked guns ready to fire. You thought you were done for. Your whole life was about to end because of one very unlucky decision to visit the bank on a Monday morning.

The air turned black all around you. 

„That’s fucking it.” 

You mumbled to yourself, eyeing the thief who was closing the distance between you and him in a very rushed manner. Lips trembling, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. At least, you would leave this world looking all fly. The salary of a lawyer stuffed your pockets full enough to be walking confidently in your Christian Louboutin red heels.

„That’s her. Seize her!”

You heard one of them yelling, and the steroids-fed muscle pig in front of you all but leapt at you. The hell. You wouldn’t let them get you so easily, no. With your last working brain cells, the remaining ones still not paralysed with sheer terror, you splashed the hot coffee all over the beefy blockhead. Ha! Must have hurt a lot judging from how he took a few steps back, which allowed you to kick him right in his balls. With the aforementioned designer shoes. The quote about fashion being the armour to survive the reality of everyday life suddenly made much more sense to you.

The struggle was all futile, though. Icy fingers gripped your arms from behind and immobilised your thrashing body. You were escorted out, all the while biting and kicking, attempting to free yourself from the thug’s death grip. 

No, but seriously, the best part of it all?

Turned out the bad guys didn’t want to kill you at all. Better yet, they had no intention of harming even a single hair on your head.

„The boss said to take her home. No funny business boys. Be gentle with our beautiful guest. Unless you all want to have your nuts cut off. Kaeya was not in the mood for playing.”

„Kaeya?”

You shrieked, being hauled into the back seat of an expensive car. Your Kaeya? Your ex-boyfriend Kaeya, who left you without a word once you graduated from high school? The same Kaeya who broke your heart so badly despite claiming that he loved you?

What the fuck was actually going on?

„Don’t panic, just stay fucking calm, d-dammit.”

The elevator ticks. It is the very last floor of this city’s most luxurious skyscraper, a penthouse apartment occupied by none other than a member of a mobster gang, aka your high-school sweetheart Kaeya. How fucking nice.

It’s time to confront him. It took you a good few days to gather up enough courage to reach that conclusion. The first night after the bank robbery, you could barely sleep a wink, trying to digest what had happened that day.

On a Tuesday morning, you were woken up by some shady men, dressed in all black. It didn’t surprise you at that point. It seemed like your ability to adapt to shitty situations like these was better than you had anticipated. ”An apology from the boss,” - that’s what you were told when an enormous in size bouquet was pushed into your hands. A cutely wrapped box, with a ribbon on top, and an envelope with a letter inside. You slammed the door in their faces, and with your whole body trembling, you tore the envelope to get to the note inside.

 I miss you, Baby.

 Fuck, you were so angry. So, so angry. You cast the flowers on the floor together with the letter. It flipped over, and on the backside, you noticed some numbers. A telephone number? That bastard. He expects you to get in touch with him? How fucking rude. When you opened the little box, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. He got you a necklace. Pretty fucking expensive, if you were to judge by the looks of it. You wanted to throw all of that away, flush the letter in the toilet and proceed with your life without a hitch. Unbothered and indifferent.

But, you just couldn’t.

So here you are, about to vacate that lift and step into the lion’s den.

The humble abode of Kaeya - the mobster. The hottest man your eyes have ever seen, and the only one you have ever loved.

This hall is huge. Fuck, everything looks as if Kaeya was shitting money out like an ATM. Spacious and elegant. Simple, yet sophisticated. He has always had a knack for these things. Unmatched fashion sense, exquisite taste in everything. For some reason, you start feeling jealous. You look around, processing the surroundings, trying to spot any details that would remind you of the man you thought you knew so well.

„I’m right here, Princess.”

Your stomach sinks. His voice, that silky smooth tone coming from right behind you, makes your heart stop and skin prickle in excitement. You turn to face him a little too abruptly, your head gets dizzy, and for a second, it feels as if you were about to faint. But then you meet his eyes, squinting from how much he is smiling at you right now, making him look ridiculously handsome. He is wearing a silky shirt of indigo colour that matches his eyes so nicely. A few buttons undone, revealing that sculpted chest, inviting you to look at the chocolate brown skin. Kaeya’s warm smile turns into a sly smirk when he inches closer to you with unhurried and graceful steps. His cologne stuns your senses, heavy but sweet, intense enough to amplify your dizziness, but so alluring it leaves you weak in your knees.

„I’m here to return this.”

You push the box with the necklace towards him. He chuckles lightly, amused by the way you quickly retract your hands when his cold fingers brush over yours in the process. The brief contact seems charged with little sparks that leave you feeling hot and bothered.

„Also, don’t call me that.”

You demand while the hot sensation slowly rises to your cheeks, painting them a deep red shade. So humiliating. Kaeya’s watchful eyes pick up on your embarrassment, crinkling in the corners when he tilts his head to have a better look at your burning face.

„Is it not to your liking, Princess?”

Kaeya’s expression becomes sad as if he was wounded by your words.

„I remember you liked being spoiled with gifts and... sweet words of praise. Didn’t you? You adored when I called you my little Prin-,”

„Shut up, Kaeya. I’m here to tell you to leave me the fuck alone. You can shove it up your ass, for all I care. Just stay away from me. I don’t want to be involved in any of your shady activities.”

He almost bursts out laughing at that. You see the way he has to bite on his lip to keep it all in. Fucking asshole. You want to punch him so badly now your fingers curl up into a fist.

„Now, now, all good, Princess. No need to be so vulgar, although I did love and still find it very..., pleasing when you show these little claws of yours.”

He walks past you to discard the box somewhere on the kitchen counter.

„My men had quite a rough time with you. I have to admit it gave me a good laugh. Thank you for that.”

The hall leads to a lofty lounge area with an open kitchen design and floor-to-ceiling windows. Kaeya's face is illuminated by the rays of the setting sun. He reaches for the cabinet to fetch two champagne glasses. Wait a minute. What is this thing covering his eye?

„Kaeya, what the fuck happened to you?”

Without much thinking, you chase after him and tug at his sleeve to make him face you again. There is a black eye patch hidden underneath the shiny strands of his thick hair. It hits you like a truck, this tightness in your chest that renders you speechless. Kaeya appears to be taken aback by your behaviour. He does know what you are referring to, it just didn’t occur to him you would be so upset by it. He was caught off guard, but only for a fleeting moment. Like a trained actor - he puts on the show again, hiding everything behind that foxy smirk.

„Oh, why? Is my pretty girl worried?”

The blue-haired beauty squirms out of your grasp, turning on his heel to take out a bottle of champagne from the fridge. He is so nonchalant about this whole thing, ignoring the anxious frown on your face. He pours the champagne without spilling a single drop of the beverage and offers you a glass.

„Don’t fuck with me, Kaeya. I’m being serious.”

The champagne fizzes in his hold. Kaeya quirks an eyebrow, impressed by your choice of words. He dawns the liquid in one go and puts it away on the counter together with yours.

„How I wish that was the case, Baby.”

You huff out in annoyance.

„Fucking idiot.”

He hasn’t changed one bit. If anything, he is even worse. Full of secrets and unspoken feelings. Fine, so be it. That’s none of your business, after all.

„Suit yourself. I’m out.”

You are ready to let go, leave him alone in that luxurious apartment to live his life the way he sees fit, preferably far away from you. You take a step away, giving him that one last look.

And then, his lips are on yours.

„K-kaeya!”

Your protest dies on his lips that eagerly latch onto yours with such passion, such hunger that it steals your breath away. You struggle against him, fisting his shirt as you attempt to push him away, but his whole body presses you against the counter. He moulds your lips so perfectly together, sliding his tongue against yours as if you were always meant to be in his arms. He deepens the kiss, yanking your hair to have better access to your sweet mouth that you are so desperately trying to deny him. He won’t have it. Like in a trance, oblivious to your vulnerable whimpers, ignorant of the way your small body tries to fight him, Kaeya kisses you endlessly, bruising your lips to the point they get swollen and tender. He urges himself between your thighs, and then you feel his rock-hard dick humping against your clothed core. He makes a move to lift your thigh, and that’s the moment when he loosens his grip. Panting and trembling, you kick him right into his crotch. Kaeya groans, falling back in pain. That’s it. Take it, you bastard. You turn around, ready to flee, but then you notice the untouched glass of champagne. Is it going to work for the second time? It did with the coffee and the overgrown thug.

Splash.

The beverage trickles down Kaeya’s face, down to his torso. His eyes widen, staggered by your courage. But then, he starts laughing. This type of laughter which freezes you in place.

„I’ll make you lick it off me, Princess.”

And he grins again as if he was already imagining the sight in his head. The champagne wets his chest and his nipples perk through the thin fabric.

„I see you developed a liking to kicking men in their groins. I have to say I didn’t see it coming. I remember you being much more docile, especially with me.”

Kaeya’s unusually harsher voice cuts through your indecent thoughts. Now it is most assuredly not the time to be caught staring at his body. No matter how fucking hot he is.

„Makes you just as dumb as your brainless boys.”

You rush out the words heedlessly. Kaeya’s smirk disappears and his mouth sets in a grim line. Yikes.

„Gotta go. It was nice to see you.”

„You think I’m just gonna let you leave?”

Kaeya’s muscles tense as his eyes become narrower. You definitely cannot stick around any longer. He makes a sudden move, and you flinch. He leaps at you like an animal chasing its prey, and your body goes into fight-or-flight mode. Blood pumps against your temples when you grab the nearby vase and smash it on the floor while running towards the hall. He almost trips and you hear him cursing in anger but you have no time to look behind you. You get into the lift and push the ground floor button like a maniac.

The doors close basically in front of Kaeya’s furious with rage face.

Sheesh.

That was a close call.

A few days pass uneventfully, not counting the delivery man arriving practically every day at your doorstep with another bouquet or expensive gift from Kaeya. He even dares to send these together with more „love letters” attached. You don’t even bother reading them anymore. You just let them pile on your office desk. Lots of unanswered calls, text messages with „good morning, Princess,” or other cheesy pick-up lines that you delete immediately after receiving them.

Kaeya is a stubborn motherfucker.

You shake your head in disbelief when you spot him casually leaning against his expensive car in front of the courthouse. White slacks and a black shirt, of course, unbuttoned so that everyone can see that ridiculously shredded body. You know he smells as good as he looks without getting close. He waves at you, and his face lights up instantly as he straightens up to greet you properly. You roll your eyes repeatedly before you finally conclude that it might be better to approach him rather than ignore him here.

„You really are just a dumb fuck. Showing up in front of the courthouse, out of all the possible places?”

You don’t understand why he is staring at you like that, all smiley and happy like a child handed a dessert.

„I have tried to call you numerous times, Baby. Each time I hit the voice mail. So, you gave me no choice. How else would you know that I’m taking you out for lunch today, huh?”

Kaeya winks as he lifts his long fingers to tuck the hair dancing on the wind behind your ear. The fingertips slide all over your earlobe, and then he lets them wander to your neck. You can say that yes he is fucking perfect and always has been, but he is not the only stubborn one here.

„If you want to get yourself a nice room with bars on the windows, then I can help you with that.”

You snatch his hand away, giving him a cold look despite your knees feeling all weak. His intense presence has already started taking effect on you.

Kaeya cackles.

„We both know these are empty threats, Princess.”

He shifts closer, dropping his gaze to your lips.

„You would not want me to cause a scene right in front of your stuck-up colleagues. I don’t think they would fancy the thought of you fucking with a criminal.”

Your heartbeat shoots up to marathon level. Deep down, you know he would be ready to ruin your career even if it meant going down with you. Your resolution wavers. Because of his height, you have to jut your chin up to be able to look into his eyes.

„We are not fucking, Kaeya.”

„Oh, Baby.”

He calls, seductively licking his lips.

„Common, I made a reservation. Our table is waiting.”

He sneaks his hand to your waist, and your body stiffens. He then takes a step back to open the front door of the car for you.

„Don’t make me more hungry than I already am.”

He drops the pleasant smile and presses his calloused fingers harder to your soft flesh, letting you know that perhaps it wasn’t the food he was referring to.

The lunch dates become a part of the routine, and you find yourself looking forward to seeing this picture-perfect guy every noon when you head out for the break. Dashing, smiling and coquettish. So damn funny. He is always there, easily fitting himself into your busy schedule. You hate it as much you enjoy it, but you can’t force yourself to tell him to fuck off. Well, you did, but it is not like he listened anyway. „You are irresistible when you get so angry with me like that,” he would laugh the matter off, and sneak his palms to your hips before guiding you to his car.

Time flies by, and eventually, he convinced you to visit him in his penthouse for a romantic dinner by candlelight. He promised to cook on his own, and most importantly, keep his hands to himself. That was the deal-breaker. It was still kind of unfair that you had no choice but to agree when Kaeya strolled into the law office you work at, pretending to be the client that was desperate to see you despite not having made a prior appointment. The secretary fell prey to this special something that makes everyone head over heels with the blue-haired man, and voilà there he was, sitting on the other side of your desk, pleading with his eyes turning puppy.

So, the entire afternoon you have been feeling nauseous with fear or excitement, hard to tell, but for some reason, you can’t settle on the dress you want to put on tonight or the shoes that would go with it. He said he would pick you up at 8 and take you to his place. Hours of preparation and self-encouraging talk, and you think you are ready to confront him. The clock strikes 8.

You are pacing around the room in your body-hugging dress, fingers anxiously pulling on the hem as the fabric rides up your thighs a bit too much. Seconds turn into minutes, your heels keep clicking against the wooden floor of your apartment, and then it suddenly becomes apparent.

You stop in the middle of the room.

„That mother-fucker stood me out.”

You utter to yourself, clearly not in the right frame of mind.

The dress ends up in the depths of your wardrobe as you change into your pyjamas and get all tipsy with some cheap wine, currently almost empty and forgotten on the nightstand. 

You are dizzy and barely conscious when the doorbell wakes you up at around midnight. Tripping over your feet, you trudge in the darkness only to see Kaeya through the peephole in the door. 

The door flies open and slams against the wall due to how much you pull at the handle. You think you see his eyes flick to your clenched fist, but he composes himself almost immediately. That smile again.

„Hey, Baby. Brought us some ice cream. Can I come in?”

„Are you fucking high, Kaeya?”

There is a box in his hands, and he lifts it to maybe prove his words? Ridiculous.

„It’s your favourite flavour. Very creamy vanilla. The same brand you always take with your iced coffee.”

You scoff at his words, ready to shut the door again and forget about him once and for all. 

Nothing like that happens, though, as your eyes spot a blotch of red on his shirt. You scrunch your face unknowingly.

„Look, I know I screwed up, b-,”

„Kaeya, is that blood?”

The urgency in your tone leaves you both stalling for a good while. Him probably trying to come up with another shitty lie, and you realising why he didn’t show up on time. 

„I swear, you’re so annoying. Get inside.”

You say that doing your best to overcome the uneasiness in your stomach. Just how badly is he wounded? What did he get himself into? Does it happen frequently? Thoughts spiral in your head as you tug at his sleeve and pull him towards the kitchen stool. Amazingly, Kaeya shows no resistance. You yank the box with ice cream from his practically frozen by now hands and hurriedly put it into the freezer. He keeps watching you with studious eyes as you walk up to him and begin to undo his shirt. 

„Had I known it would be so easy, I would have let myself get stabbed much earlier.”

You frown at his idiotic remark, hands come into contact with his naked chest.

„You think you’re being funny, Kaeya? You are fucking bleeding on my kitchen stool.”

Kaeya’s chest rises when he openly takes in your scent, visibly affected by the way your fingers brush over his torso when you examine the wound on the side of his abdomen. There is some make-shift dressing that covers up the cut. You need to disinfect the wound and prepare fresh bandages as blood has started seeping through them. You look up to glare at him again. 

„Fine, next time I’ll make sure not to do business on the day of our date.”

Your nails dig into his chest, and he shivers despite his best attempts not to.

„You call it doing business?”

You practically hiss at him.

„It’s barely a scratch. Relax.”

Kaeya lowers his voice, pressing his hands comfortingly to your shoulders. They are still cold because of the ice cream he held before, and small goosebumps erupt all over your exposed skin. You shake your head in denial. 

„I should have known there is nothing I could hide from you.”

He says jokingly, but it somehow makes your blood boil even more.

„You did manage to cover up your criminal profession, so I would give myself more credit if I were you.”

The dimples in his cheeks disappear on cue. A crease forms itself between his brows. He opens his mouth to say something again, but you cut him off short.

„Just stay still and shut the hell up.”

You warn him with your unamused eyes and begin to work in silence. The injury is indeed not that bad. Looks like someone cut him with the knife, but it is also not too deep. You are guessing he was in a hurry and didn’t patch himself up properly before coming to see you. So reckless. So typical of him.

Kaeya can’t take his eyes off of you when your small hands stroke his skin, delicately wipe the dried-up blood, almost tenderly skim all over the flesh, careful not to cause any unnecessary pain. Occasionally, his whole body tenses and then comes the hair-raising shiver, but he has long ceased fighting against it. He gasps audibly when you accidentally ghost over his nipple with your forearm. A blush creeps over your cheeks when you notice your mistake. You are aware of his eyes on you but choose to ignore it, somewhat grateful for the silence.

You are practically done and want to shift away from him, but then Kaeya moves his hand to the back of your head and applies pressure to bring your face closer to his. You lose balance, and as a result, your whole body crashes into his. Kaeya’s arms immediately wrap around your middle, squeezing on your hips. His startling blue eyes fix on yours as the tips of your noses brush against each other. You feel your heartbeat out of time when Kaeya puts his hand under your chin.

„I’m sorry.”

His voice drops an octave. Your eyes tangle, and you are trapped by that deep longing burning in the steel-blue orbs.

„You would have never dated me if I had admitted to being the son of a mobster. I really wanted to tell you the truth, but then you started working your ass off to get into the university, told me you wanted to become a lawyer. H-How could I, ugh, how could I ever stand in the way of that?”

You push yourself away from him, and Kaeya pauses, his breath caught in his chest, waiting for your response.

„So you left. Without a word. Not a fucking single word.”

„And I have regretted ever since.”

Kaeya rushes to interrupt the accusations forming in the back of your head. He inches towards you, bluntly grasping your trembling palms into his and lacing your fingers together.

„I know you don’t want to listen to any of it, but I will not give up until you are mine again.”

You snort, trying not to let the tears spill. He sure knows his way with words. 

„Well, but guess what. I am a lawyer now, and you are still a mobster. So what has changed, Kaeya? How do you even imagine this to work out?”

He holds your hands in an unrelenting grasp.

„How about you become my personal lawyer, then?”

He smirks when your eyes turn furious, and before you can tell him how fucking stupid he is, Kaeya’s lips claim yours. Just as selfishly as the first time in his penthouse. However, so much more frantically when he presses himself to you, fists the strands of your hair, moans into the kiss when you allow him to slide his tongue against yours. You feel a surge of desire so strong that you tremble with it, weirdly clutching to his broad back. A shiver of delight dances down his spine when you pull at his long ponytail angrily.

„Get out. The date is over.”

You pant, head all dizzy, and Kaeya still holds onto you so that you don’t fall over. He doesn’t oppose. Just nods his head. But then, oh lord. He picks you up bridal style and barely stifles a laugh when you start cussing at him to put you down and squirming in his tight hold.

„Easy there, Kitten. You are going to break your claws.”

Kaeya takes you to your bedroom and carefully places you on the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest when he hovers over you for longer than necessary after he has tucked you in nicely. 

He kisses your forehead.

„Goodnight, Princess.”

Kaeya understands the concept of that cat and mouse chase. He understands it all and has accepted it to be his punishment for leaving you without a word of explanation a few years prior. He doesn’t mind, even finds it amusing sometimes. He hasn’t pressured you into anything, letting you dictate the flow of things, according to your own pace, fit to your needs. 

Although things do get hard for him, and this is something Kaeya struggles with most. His dick. That never-ending boner whenever you come just a little bit too close to him, or when he tells some stupid ass joke, and you burst out laughing, even though you immediately try to cover it all up by hiding your mouth behind that tiny hand of yours. He then imagines it wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down his length. That pout on your cute face whenever you could not envelop your short fingers around his swollen girth. Kaeya remembers it clearly when you were kneeling in front of him, right after the basketball practice in high school. You would sneak into the changing room, lock the door behind you, and give him the best head in his entire life. Kaeya misses these times badly.

 He might not be the most patient of men, but he knows he will soon reap the rewards of his hard work. 

Or so he thought, until one of his boys, who is entrusted with the task of keeping an eye on you 24/7, informed him that you might have agreed on a date with one of your colleagues.

He almost spat the whisky on his face when the poor thug visibly shrank in size in Kaeya’s office.

„What the fuck?” What are you saying? She would never---,”

Kaeya yelled at him, grasping him by the collar of the white shirt. The poor guy broke out in cold sweat and started mumbling some apologies, but most of it was incoherent bullshit.

„When?”

Kaeya put himself together, albeit with difficulty. He let go of the guy and demanded more details.

You hear a knock. Right on time. Some men do grasp the concept of time, it seems. Unhurriedly, you saunter towards the corridor to welcome your guest. Passing by, you catch the reflection of yourself in the mirror. ‘Not bad,’ you think, and with a beaming smile on your face, you pull the door open.

„K-Kaeya?”

You stutter as your fingers curl around the door handle.

„Oh well, did you expect someone else, Princess?”

The feeling of uneasiness spreads all over your being when he stares at you openly with that icy-cold smirk twisting his perfect features into something more sinister than usual. He moves forward, and you take a step back, further into your apartment. He slams the door behind him and turns to face you again.

„I-I was supposed to have a business meeting.”

Kaeya sneers, ogling you up and down with narrowed eyes.

„In that fucking dress?”

You know Kaeya’s limits very well, and this is exactly the moment when he seems to be way beyond them to think clearly. Shakily, you defend yourself as he seals the distance between the two of you.

„My colleague asked for help with his case, I---,”

„I will tie you down and make you cum so many times until you say sorry to me.”

Kaeya mutters through gritted teeth. The idea alone sends a wave of excitement down to your groin. You grip onto the chair in the kitchen, and the warm sensation only intensifies when he inches his face towards your ear. 

„I’m done playing.”

Kaeya whispers. A fierce shudder makes you tremble when he flattens his tongue and licks your earlobe lewdly. 

„I w-won’t let you.”

You protest weakly, hands grabbing onto his chest for support when one of Kaeya’s hands roughly squeezes your ass. A sharp intake of air. Kaeya pushes his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a predator. 

„That’s cute. I would like to see you try.”

He cups your face and squishes your cheeks, watching you through half-lowered eyelids.

„You’re already wet. I can sense it soaking your panties.”

„No.” 

The single word comes out breathless. Your body melts against his like wax near the flame. He purrs, intoxicated with the idea of having finally won you over. He pushes his palm between your thighs and presses it to your core. You bite your lips bloody, but that pathetic whimper still manages to slip out of you. Kaeya moans back, exhilarated, drunk on the sensation of your sticky underwear clinging to his open palm.

„We need to work on your lying skills if you want me to hire you as my lawyer, Baby.”

Your gut clenches and, your cheeks burn furiously when he pushes you down to sit on the chair.

„Don’t budge.”

Kaeya wags his finger at you as if he was threatening a small girl. He rips his shirt open, sending the buttons flying. He walks behind you and uses the piece of clothing to tie you to the chair. Surprisingly so, he doesn’t make the knot too tight. If you really tried, then probably it wouldn’t be too hard to set yourself free. The problem is, you don’t want to do that.

He kisses your knuckles after having checked if the restraints don’t hurt your delicate hands too much. 

„You’ll take your punishment like a good girl, won’t you?”

Kaeya teases before walking up to your desk. He starts rummaging through all the boxes and love letters you have accumulated since the bank robbery incident. Most of them are untouched, as you weren’t interested enough to check their content.

Kaeya clicks his tongue.

„That’s so rude. I hand-picked all of these.”

He keeps looking until he finds that one particular present that makes him satisfied for some reason. He comes back to you while shredding the wrapping paper to bits and pieces. There, he finally gets to open the box.

Kaeya crouches in front of you with his eyes locked on yours.

„A vibrator?”

Kaeya hears you asking in a vulnerable voice, and his chest swells in satisfaction when your breath becomes erratic. His erection swells painfully hard. You are sitting on that plastic designer chair, a see-through one. You will give him a nice show, and he will be there watching it all, with the best view he did not even dare to fantasize about in his wildest dreams.

„A remote-controlled one. I knew it would come in handy.”

He catches a glimpse of what must be panic that twinkles in your beautiful eyes when he hikes your dress up and digs his fingers into the meat of your thighs. That face you make now is just perfect, and Kaeya greedily yanks your panties down. 

Embarrassed, you squeeze your thighs to prevent him from seeing your pussy pressed to that clear chair. Your body flushes, and face burns so badly in shame that you doubt you can look straight into his wolfish eyes.

„No, no, no. That won’t do, Princess.”

He places his hands on your knees and forces your thighs open. 

„Don’t spoil all the fun. You don’t want me to tie your legs as well. I trust you can behave yourself, right?”

He circles your knees with the tip of his fingers, progressively going higher and higher. You suck in a breath and start to frantically shake your head when he inserts the vibrator into your wet hole. You are so tight Kaeya feels his dick twitch impatiently at the sheer thought of entering you later. You fist your hands, crying out his name when he pushes it all inside of you. 

„Shhh, such a good girl.”

Kaeya praises when your eyes well up with fresh tears. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels so full and good. You can’t recall when was the last time you were so desperate to find your release. The temptation in your brain tells you to let go and please the man in front of you, kneeling and leaking precum into his trousers. His dick is deliciously erected, pressing against the zip. 

„I want to see you gushing all over that chair for me, Baby.”

Kaeya keeps his words soothing and low, slowly pressing his thumb to your clit to help you relax and adjust to the presence of the vibrator stretching your walls open. Your thighs tremble slightly. Kaeya playfully nudges the vibrator in a little bit deeper each time he makes a full circle with his thumb on your rapidly swelling folds. 

„Na-ahh---,”

Soft gasps fall from your lips, and Kaeya can barely stop himself from cumming at how cute and sexy all of these sounds are. He reaches out for the remote and turns on the vibrations without much of a warning. Nothing could prepare you for how good it actually feels, though.

„F-Fuck you, Kaeya!”

You yell at him, and a small sound jerks through the blue-haired beauty when he takes his cock out of his trousers. 

„That’s it, Princess. Show me how much you enjoy it.”

Kaeya palms his dick, entranced by the way your folds become wet with slick right before his eyes. Involuntarily, your hips start moving up and down the chair as you try to get yourself off, all the time shuddering from the vibrations rippling through your whole pussy. 

He brings his lips closer to yours and thrusts his tongue deep into your mouth, starts stroking your tongue with his, mimicking the act of sex.

„Mhmm-mh!”

He swallows your whimper and continues to tongue-fuck your mouth. It is so disgusting, but at the same time, you can’t stop your pussy from clenching around the vibrator when he groans obscenely while fisting his shaft. Kaeya shudders with you when he lowers his mouth to lick your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress.

Lightning spears through you. It feels so good as if your whole groin was on fire whenever he flicks the perky tip of your breast with his wet tongue. He does it over and over again, your body spasms, and you rub yourself all over the chair more violently when sparks of pleasure take your decency away. 

He leaves your nipple with a loud pop, and some saliva trickles down your dress when Kaeya finally lets go of it. 

„So fucking beautiful.”

He admires, forcing your thighs wide open again to see your folds being squished each time you rub yourself down on the furniture.

„I’ll make you cum, Baby.”

He promises and turns the vibrations up, effectively making you mewl and sob due to too much pleasure. You can’t even tell the beginning of your orgasm, but your pussy tightens even more, rhythmically squeezing the device as you shake and rotate your hips to feel more pressure on your clit. The tears spill down your cheeks as you can’t keep it in anymore.

Kaeya’s hands slide to your hips, and he helps you ride out your orgasm, pressing your folds to the sticky with your juices chair.

„No, no more!”

You beg, crying and fighting against the restraints. Kaeya swathes you with his arms as you shatter into thousand pieces, wave after wave of sweltering need surging through your tummy.

„I’d honestly be more than happy to continue playing with you like that...,”

Kaeya breathes out, his hands working on the knot behind your back.

„But, if I don’t get inside of you anytime soon-,”

The shirt lands on the floor, and you are free. Kaeya heaves your half-conscious self out of the chair, and this time he pushes you forward, forcing you to place your knees on the sticky seat, your ass high up in the air.

„I might fucking lose my mind.”

Kaeya brutally removes the vibrator out of your abused hole, eliciting yet another pathetic sob from you. He positions himself behind you, and the tip of his bulging cock teases your entrance, desperate for you, for your body. You can hardly stay still after that bone-shattering orgasm that caused your limbs to feel numb, but his protective hands are on you, making sure you keep that tight ass nice and steady for him to use.

„I can’t fucking wait to claim you as mine.”

With these sinful words dripping from his lips, Kaeya thrusts his cock in, making you wince in pain, but it is all temporary when he repositions slightly and begins sliding in and out, hitting your sweet spot time and time again. Pure pleasure washes all over you when he sneaks his fingers to your clit and begins rubbing it in unison with the precise jerks of his hips.

„You’re mine and only mine.”

He whispers on a loop.

„I’ll make love to you until you believe in it.”

OTHER BOYS:

ZHONGLI

CHILDE PART 1 X PART 2

KAZUHA

XIAO

THOMA

ALBEDO

MASTERLIST

[joyfulsblog]

Lucus has been bullied by all his brother jock friends. Yesterday was the breaking point his brother kyle and his friends joe, Tim cornered lucus in the hall way and called him gay and said he had a baby dick and he was weak little fag, humiliating him in front of the hole school and there was nothing he could to defend himself because everyone could see lucus small hard dick and it was tiny while kyle and his friends were know for being hung and it wasn't a rumour lucus has seen it for himself when he "accidently" walked into them while they were getting changed for football and lucus could see then in there nude glory. Lucus went online look for steroids after scolling for and 1 hour. Something caught lucus eye and weird serum after a rough translation it said transfer cream which peaked his interest so he decided to cough up all of his pocket money. Lucus was restless for the next 6 days waiting for it to come and hoping it wasn't a scam. The day was Saturday and all of lucuses family was gone including kyle and yesterday kyle and his friends stayed over because they had a match today. Lucus was look at sexy pic of his jock hunk crushes at his school. Then heard the door bell ring and ran to the door and the delivery man holding a medium size box, lucus sigh for the box and took off the man. Lucus slamed the door and ran up to his room to see was it a scam or not. As he opened the box there was 30 cream holders which shocked him for how much cream he bought because he through he bought 1 not 30 but it must have been a mistake on the company part. The thought of what this might do, it was give him a hardon. He found the instructions and it said apply to clothes that touch the body part you want to transfer to you the cream will dissolve immediately once it touch a body part. Once lucuas had read he ran up to kyle room to find kyle and his friends jockstrap and t shirt and pants to apply the cream to then once they put on the clothes ,lucus then adds the cream to his choth to start the transfer. The clothes that he pick to put the cream on, were their schools clothes but on Sunday it turn out kyle got injured in the match so he asked lucus to rub him to help it heal but lucus use it to try out the cream. So as lucus got a decent amount of the cream and sladed it all over himself then waited until it dryed then went in to kyle room where kyle was wait with his injured buff pecs ready for a rub.

Lucus scooped a decent amount of the special cream as it hit kyle pecs they both felt a tingling feeling in both their chest but lucus applied the cream wrong now the longer the cream is on kyle the bigger kyle will grow and he will shrink but after 10mins kyle became really energetic and his whole body look alot bigger and his bulge in his pants became really obvious but it wasn't hard at all but lucus was as hard as a teen could be but he couldn't see it through his shorts because was about one inch and his brother must have been 12 inchs easy just going off how big the the bugle was and how big his ball must be to pumping him full of testosterone and are full of cum ready to blow in some bimbo pussy.

After another 5 minutes lucus felt extremely weak and had to stop and lie down and rest.

Next day

As he woke up he looked he felt really light and he got up naked and went over to his full body mirror and look back at him was a teen that way 90 pounds and his dick and balls were barely visible as he was inshock by how small and skinny he was now but suddenly he heard kyle moan loudly (thank god their parents were gone)so lucus slow walk over to his room to see what was happening but as he took a peak he saw kyle rolling around on his bed loudly morning because of the size of his new dick was making him extremely horny so ever time something touches his huge dick it send pure pleasure to his new and improved brain. Suddenly kyle woke up and grabbed he huge hard dick and started jerking off and about 10 seconds of defining moans his dick erupt with a gallon of cum.

10 minutes later

The two brothers were getting something to eat but lucus was noticing kyle seem nerdy wait then it hit him did kyle take some of lucuses personality so kyle should be nicer well nerder but now he like this new nerder kyle so he ran up to kyle room and grabed he school clothes and washed them to get the cream off. Kyle's 2 friends were still here asleep, then it hit him on how he was going to get huge. lucus grabed the cream feom his room and started applying it all over their body surprisly they did not stur except when he applied to their dick and balls they started pushing against lucus hand and man they were hung and built like stud. Within seconds the cream was gone and then lucus applied the cream to allover himself. He left the room so he wouldn't get caught the it worked almost immediately he felt a tingling feeling allover himself. His muscle and and dick exploded in size he now has a 17inch dick and he grew to 7 foot 11 inches and pack on 300 pounds of muscle and making him crazy horny and Joe and Tim are now twinks and unusable dick and balls but they were now even hornier.

10 days later

Here's kyle

Kyle was now the little brother compared to his brother but still an amazing alpha hunk

Lucus

Lucus was huge he was the biggest teen alpha jock in the world he fuck Tim and Joe and any other twink he could find to use and his own fuck toy to make his dick satisfied. With his new body was he worked out every day to make his body bigger and to find a smaller hunk to fuck.

Tim

Joe

The lucus and kyle fucks Tim and Joe every night because of how horny they are and lucus sold the unused cream to his friends and here they are now

[secretsofdbz]

Super Dragon Ball Heroes is neat

I actually like the thing!

But to understand the clusterfuck of wtf it can be, especially from the anime, it's really necessary to read it from chapter 1 onward, because if you miss the premise/core concept, it's just way too much nonsense :)

So you first gotta read Super Dragon Ball Heroes: Dark Demon Realm Mission! (which is ~the first arcade game). Then Universe Mission!! (with two exclamation points!) and then Big Bang Mission!!! (three exclamation points!!!) which is currently being published (and I believe Big Bang's story is the one being adapted in the anime).

So, it's very fast paced, has lots of great panels and fanservice-ish stuff (SSJ4 Z Broly? Kid Buu absorbing a whole lot of different people and getting new looks? Gohan/Trunks fusion? Jenimbra and and Cooler? Nice).

The manga is really fun, has very funny panels, a whole lot of strange but intriguing situations, and really cool things, so yeah.

The anime is absolute madness if you've not read the manga though so do yourself a favor :) But truth is, SDBH as a whole is Kingdom Hearts on steroids :D

(Also Trunks sports the ponytail 95% of the time, so Mighty win points in my book lol)

[hanniebvnnie]

stray kids when their s/o is pregnant with multiples—

written by: 🐝

genre: fluff

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

thank you to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this!!

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bang chan ♡

• chan’s so prepared to be a father!!

• he’s terrified, as most first time parents usually are, but he’s so so so SO excited to be having kids with you

• he’s even happier when he finds out you’re having twins

• “i want more 🥺🥺”

• “they haven’t even cOME OUT YET-“

• “could u squeeze out more babies please 🥺🥺🥺”

• chan is sosososo protective of you

• it’s really sweet actually

• he’s always touching you in some way, just wanting to make sure you and the babies nearby

• chan likes to touch ur bump

• like,, A LOT,,,

• if he could choose, he’d never let go ☺️☺️

• chan definitely spends a lot of his spare time thinking of names for ur kids

• unfortunately, neither of you can seem to agree on anything

• you both decide to wait until after the babies are born to come up with something

minho ♡

• okay so y’all are having triplets

• he’s thrilled

• get used to ridiculous name ideas tho,,

• “babe...”

• “yes, minnie?”

• “could we pleeeeaaase call the babies soonie, doongie and dori??”

• you: 😐😐😐

• minho: 👁👄👁

• “absolutely not”

• “bABE PLEASE-“

• much like chan, he’s fiercely protective of u

• if anyone so much as looks at u the wrong way, they’re getting a shoe thrown at their head

• and when ur babies are finally born he’s the same

• one of his cousins said the babies weren’t even that cute and i’m pretty sure he burst a blood vessel trying to suppress the urge to throw a table or smth 👀👀

changbin ♡

• not to roast him or anything but when the sonographer said y’all were having quadruplets he passed out,, in the middle of the sonography room,,,

• “can you check again??”

• “sir i’ve checked 1000 times, i’m certain-“

• “just chECK AGAIN-“

• once changbin got over the initial anxiety, he was over the moon about it

• “damn, is my sperm on steroids or smth??”

• “changbin pls 😭😭”

• he’s seriously caring tho

• he always makes sure you’re on time to your prenatal classes and doctors appointments

• and he’s all read up on the latest child rearing tips and tricks 😌😌😌

• but absolutely expect changbin to pop ur pregnancy ball from bouncing on it too hard

• (we all know changbin has a phat ass)

hyunjin ♡

• you were both really nervous about having triplets, but hyunjin more so than you

• mostly bc he felt so powerless

• you were carrying T H R E E babies when most people only have O N E

• so he promised himself that he’d be there for every moment of your pregnancy, holding your hand every step of the way just to make sure you never felt intimidated or alone

• 😭😭😭 don’t mind me 😭😭😭😭 just sobbing over hyunjin 😭😭😭😭😭

• he buys designer baby clothes all 👏the 👏time👏

• u try and tell him to slow down but he doesn’t listen

• “c’moooon, we’re having triplets! we’re gonna need lots of baby clothes!”

• “not designer baby clothes! they’re just gonna poop and puke all over them!”

• “idc, no child of mine will be dressing like some n00b”

jisung ♡

• ur pregnancy was quite a tough one

• you both knew it was likely gonna be that way, but that didn’t stop it from being any less difficult

• “these kids kick too damn much”

• “c’mon, it’s a good thing they’re kicking. it means they’re healthy and active.”

• “that’s not the issue, it’s that they’re kicking each other and i’m getting caught in the crossfire”

• “do you need me to have a word with them?”

• “sure?” 🤨🤨

• “hey, you two. quit fighting”

• *the babies continue to beat the crap out of each other, elliciting a groan from you”

• “don’t make me come in there! i’m your father and you will listen to me.”

• it didn’t help much but it’s the thought that counts

• (dad!jisung has me so soft 🐝)

• on a similar note, jisung ALWAYS knows how to lift ur mood when ur feeling particularly hormonal or sensitive

• whether it’s giving you a back massage and cuddles

• or just listening to you vent

• jisung tries his hardest to be a supportive presence bc having twins is a big deal and not everyone knows what ur going through

felix ♡

• being pregnant with triplets was an experience to say the absolute least

• ur pregnancy was so w e i r d

• strong!! pregnancy!!! cravings!!!!

• onion rings with strawberry jam 🤢🤢

• pickle juice and vanilla icecream 🤢🤢🤢

• apple slices and mustard 🤢🤢🤢🤢

• felix insists on cooking for u

• he’s so disgusted by ur food cravings, but pretends not to be bc ur so sensitive that any sort of criticism will have you bawling ur eyes out

• and if you start crying, so does felix

• and then everyone starts crying

• felix is sosososoSO gentle with u

• he’s very careful not to wake you in the night

• and he’ll help you put ur shoes on and get dressed when u get too big to do it on ur own

• which he loves 💕❤️

• looking after you is a big thing for felix, especially with three babies on the way

seungmin ♡

• he had this weird premonition/feeling/dream that y’all were gonna have a lot of kids

• but seungmin could NOT have comprehended that y’all were having quadruplets,,,

• he’s similar to changbin in that he was in a state of shock and disbelief when he found out (unsurprisingly) but it didn’t take long for him to get used to the idea of it

• bc quadruplet pregnancies tend to be shorter, he wanted to get all the important stuff out of the way first

• like putting together the nursery

• he enlisted the help of his group members bc there was just so much stuff to put together

• chan, hyunjin, minho and changbin got the most stuff done, whilst jisung, jeongin and felix sorta just fucked shit up

• you and seungmin sorta just watched from the sidelines like: 🤭😮

• making sure that you felt confident in yourself as a parent was really important to him

• which brings me to this cute fact: seungmin compliments and praises you ALL👏THE👏TIME👏

• “you’re so good at this!”

• “your bump looks so cute, i’m gonna rlly miss it”

• “our kids are rlly lucky to have u as their parent”

jeongin ♡

• jeongin couldn’t make it to the first scan because the weather was so awful and no bus would take him, so you went on your own and called him after to tell him the good news

• “we’re having TWO babies??? in one go???”

• “yes, innie, we’re having twins!!”

• “but I’M a baby!! can u really handle two more???”

• as much as you two both like to joke, ur pregnancy really matured him as a person

• jeongin was determined to be the best possible father for his children, no questions asked 😌😌

• so he read all the books.....

• and went to all the prenatal yoga classes.......

• and did all the things you’re supposed to do.......

• but, for jeongin, that didn’t quite feel like enough

• he only felt ready to be a parent when he spoke with his dad and grandpa, who both confided in him that they felt just as unprepared and inadequate as he did and that’s sorta just a part of being a parent

• fortunately, that gave him a lot more confidence

• and when your due date came, he handled everything so calm and confidently