#How To Grow 1 Inch Taller In

[kedreeva]

Today in measuring your peahen, Bug is casually 2 foot, 3 inches tall (she can stretch a little taller when she REALLY wants a treat). This is just tall enough to see over a tray table and pull things off of nightstands and end cabinets.

Bug is also a little over 3 feet long from tail tip to beak tip. Most of Bug is made up of tail and neck. There is a 6lb dead weight in the middle somewhere that she knows how to directly place onto the ball of one foot while standing on you.

Bug's wingspan is around 3.5 feet, thought I didn't get a measurement. It will be over 4 feet as an adult.

Bug is growing in her spurs. As a Spalding (hybrid) hen, Bug will likely have one inch bone knives conveniently attached to her tarsometatarsus. This is technically fused foot bones, not a leg bone. Curiously, pure Pavo cristatus hens have spurs, and pure Pavo muticus hens have spurs, but many domestic Pavo cristatus and low-percent Spalding hens lack them. This is one of the indications of domestication in the cristatus species. As I prefer the wild type, I prefer my hens spurred, so this is a good sign!

Bug's toes measure a smidge over 5 inches from the tip of her rear-facing to to the tip of her longest front facing toe. Try measuring that on your hand.

Bug's nails measure 1/2-3/4 an inch long, depending on the toe. That's almost as long as one finger section for most people.

When I had snakes, I got asked all the time if I was afraid of them biting me. The answer is no. I have been bitten by a 6 foot long, 20lb boa constrictor, and have no scars to prove it. Meanwhile I have so many scars from peafowl sitting on me, particularly on my forearms, that I have had to reassure people I am not a danger to myself.

I post these photos as a reference, but also as a precaution. This is a BABY peafowl, and a female at that. She is only 6 months old and weighs a little over 6lbs, which means she's about 2/3 of the way grown, and adult hens are typically 3/4 the size of an adult male. These are BIG birds that can do a LOT of damage, even accidentally. When they become aggressive, as in the case of hand-raised males or poorly bred birds, they become a potentially fatal threat to any other fowl you have. Unlike chickens, they are more than capable of (and prone to!) jumping to human face level before they flog (kick with their feet in a way that allows their spurs to hit home), which means they could easily take out an eye or cause other serious facial injury if they get a lucky strike. I have seen more than a few people end up with stitches, and more than a few birds end up euthanized because people think they are gonna be cute cuddly friends.

I know that Bug is a cute bird, but I also want to stress that a) she has an outstanding personality as a result of breeding choices and socialization b) she hasn't hit maturity, and won't do so for another 2+ years, so her personality could change considerably still and c) I have been raising peafowl one way or another for my entire adult life, which has been structured around keeping them. I love my birds, and I would love for more people to keep peafowl as they are great animals, but they are not casual animals. They are large and potentially dangerous farm fowl that take a lot of space, care, and knowledge to keep.

[stiltonbasket]

prompt for qht!sy: what happens when qhtsy gets without a cure? or, anything from luo binghe's disciple days!

part 1 here!

"Wang-shixiong," Luo Binghe asks one night, while he and Shizun's other disciples are having supper in Anzhu Hall. "There's something this shidi doesn't understand."

Beside him, Wang Yufan—Qiu Haitang's eldest disciple, who had been charged with the duty of accompanying Luo Binghe during his first month at Qing Jing—seems to grow two inches taller in his chair. "Oh?" he exclaims, delighted. "It's rare for Luo-shidi to ask the shixiongmen for anything. What does shidi want to know?"

"Well," Luo Binghe begins, now regretting his daring, "it's only that—well, Shizun is the kindest person I've ever met."

"That's true," one of the other shixiongs pipes up, waving his chopsticks in the air. "Shizun is as tender-hearted as she is wise. It's good that you know it, Luo-shidi, but you mustn't think that Shizun is soft—she won't stand for any rule-breaking, and she won't keep a disciple who bullies his shixiongdi."

"This shidi would never," Binghe protests, stricken. "Shizun rescued me. How could I bear to disobey her?"

"Some people can," his shixiong says darkly. "Just look at Shizhang."

At this, a murmur of disapproval ripples across the dining chamber: and when Luo Binghe looks around at the rest of his martial brothers, he finds that all of them have stopped eating.

"That's—that's what I don't understand," Luo Binghe whispers, when no one comes forth to break the silence. "Shizun is so good—so why is it that she married someone like Shizhang?"

"From what I managed to find out, Shizun and Shizhang were childhood friends. They grew up together," Wang Yufan tells him, laying down his spoon. "Shizun was already betrothed to Shen Qingqiu when she came to Cang Qiong; and after he was made head disciple, they were married."

"But—!"

"That's not what Luo-shidi is asking," shouts a boy sitting at the far end of the table. "He wants to know why Shizun hasn't written Shizhang a divorce letter."

Luo Binghe gasps.

"No! No, I didn't!" he cries. "I only meant to ask how they ended up married, since they're so different from one another. If she was promised to him when she was young, then..."

Wang Yufan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You'll find out sooner or later, so we might as well tell you why Shizun is always angry with him," he mutters. "Listen closely, shidi."

With that, he shuts the windows and begins to speak; and the tale—which Wang Yufan narrates to him with the aid of the rest of the shixiongmen—goes like this:

In the old days—namely, the early days of Wang Yufan's discipleship, which began nearly ten years ago—Qiu Haitang and Shen Qingqiu were not at odds so often as they are now. They had not lived together in the bamboo house since the first month of their marriage, for Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan found Shen Qingqiu drinking in a courtesan's bed not three weeks after his wedding; and Qiu Haitang, unable to bear the insult, took up residence on the women's side of the mountain two days later—but even so, they did not argue.

They treated one another as any shixiong and shimei might do, and some said that they almost seemed to be growing close again: but unbeknownst to Qiu Haitang, her husband had begun to beat his disciples when she was away from Cang Qiong. What was worse, he had arranged matters so that neither the disciples he beat nor the ones he seemed to favor would breathe word about his doings; and for many years, Qiu Haitang never knew the full truth of what her husband was.

He led her to believe that he was a strict master, though not a cruel one. But four years ago, she happened to return early after a night-hunt while Shen Qingqiu was in the midst of whipping a disciple called Li Haoran.

"One of the silencing talismans on the walls of the woodshed fell off. That's how Shizun found out," Wang Yufan says grimly, as Luo Binghe stares at him in horror. "Chen Luan heard Haoran-shixiong screaming from the shed while he was walking by—and just then, he saw Shizun on the path to the ladies' bathhouse. So he told her that Shizhang was beating Li Haoran; and she broke into the woodshed to stop him."

At this, half of the shixiongmen cover their ears, while the other half cover their eyes: with good reason, for the events that Wang Yufan describes next would have shaken Luo Binghe to the bone if he had witnessed them.

Shizun had torn down the door to the woodshed, shouting for Shizhang to stop; and as he turned to look at her, the whip moved with him.

And the lash—which would have carved another wound into Li Haoran's back, if his Shiniang had arrived a moment later—laid open Qiu Haitang's throat instead.

She had nearly died there, bleeding onto the filthy floor of the woodshed while Shen Qingqiu tried to heal the great gash in her neck. As it was, Mu Qingfang barely reached Qing Jing in time to save Qiu Haitang's life—and when she recovered, it was clear that a great change had come over her during her convalescence.

"She hates Shizhang now," Binghe's littlest shidi mumbles, staring disconsolately at the heap of bones in his bowl. "He tried to divorce Shizun after she was well enough to speak again; and she told him he would never be rid of her until one of them was dead."

"I wish she would divorce him," someone else whispers.

"We all wish she'd divorce him, shidi. He's not worthy of her—he never has been—and if it weren't for his disciples, Shizun would have left him years ago."

Luo Binghe blinks. "What does shixiong mean?"

"As his wife, Shizun has the right to interfere with his affairs," Wang Yufan says patiently. "If she left him, Shizun would simply be another shimei to Shen Qingqiu—but as things are now, he feels beholden to her, and she can intervene if he ever tries to lay a hand on Ming-shidi and the rest."

Wang Yufan says no more after that: much to Luo Binghe's relief, for he could not have borne to hear another word. The boys clear up the dinner dishes in silence, each mired in his own thoughts as they go their separate ways; and as Luo Binghe lies in his bed that night, he wonders at how brave and kind-hearted his Shizun must be to devote her life to the protection of her husband's disciples.

She won't have to protect me any longer, he thinks fiercely, burying his head under his quilt. That first time was more than enough.

I'm going to grow strong as soon as I can, and then I'll look after her.

[girlokwhatever]

late nights,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“paige move. my arm fell asleep.”

you can see her dimly from the streetlights shining through the window, not missing the way she rolls her eyes. you know she heard you, yet chooses to pretend like she didn’t. at her response, or lack thereof, you roll your eyes as well.

“paige i literally saw you roll your eyes..” when she doesn’t answer again, you start pushing on her shoulder in attempt to break your arm free. you catch a glimpse of the time on her bedside table,

1:33 am.

your girlfriend starts to groan, not happy with the new method. instead of sitting up like you want her to, she just rolls on top of you. you let out a huff at her weight fully resting on the entirety of your body. paige is a solid few inches taller than you and very, very muscular, which only adds to her weight. though you’re always happy to be close to her, her antics weren’t amusing.

“aw thanks paigey, now i just can’t breathe.”

“you’re welcome honey.”

she lifts her head, probably just so you can see the smug grin on her face. she pecks your lips and puts her head right back down into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

you begin to feel the pins and needles in your arms from the new blood flow. it only makes you wince, and as if all the stars aligned for you tonight, paige decides to roll back to her previous spot. right on top of your arm.

“paige! get off or i swear-“ she huffs and sits up, side-eyeing you from her position.

though she’s getting on your absolute last nerve, she does look beautiful. her black sports bra and pajama pants, hair in a bun, and her skin glowing so nice in the orange from the streetlight outside.

“why do you hate me?” her tone is laced with attitude, fronting a persona you and kk like to call “snarky and sassy.” and boy, does she live up to the name.

“i don’t hate you paige.”

“oh really? but you don’t want to cuddle me”

“i do, c’mere. you were just-“ when she lays back down, intertwining your bodies together, you feel the pressure of her knee against your crotch. you don’t know if she did it on purpose or not, but it makes your face grow hot and you thank the lord above you’re facing away from the light. if she saw, she’d definitely tease you about it.

“um.. baby..”

“hm?” you feel her breath hot against your neck, which only adds to your new found body heat.

“your leg is in my vagina right now.”

“s’okay.”

“alright. just jam your knee into my crotch. it’s fine.” she lets out a loud huff, sitting up again. even through her huff, you don’t miss the way her stomach growls.

“hey babe?”

“yes paige?” you already know what she’s gonna say, and you also know how you’re going to respond. she’s interrupted your sleep for too long.

“i’m really hungry-“

“i’m not getting up.”

she stops for a minute, contemplating her options. she stands up, and for a second you believe she might just let you sleep,

but no.

she circles to the end of the bed, grabbing your feet and yanking you towards her. without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your back and lifts you up. you know your fate now, so you opt for wrapping your legs around her and accepting it.

“’m takin you with me.”

she carries you with ease through the darkness and into the kitchen. setting you down on the counter, she moves to the freezer and grabs the box of frozen sausage biscuits. she plops two on a plate and into the microwave and then quickly returns to the space between your parted legs.

“y’know.. i could’ve eaten you instead and we wouldn’t’ve had to get up” she says it with a smug little smirk, the one she has when she knows what she’s doing. she knows the affect she has on you.

her hands are on your thighs now, inching up under her shirt that you’re wearing and her fingers trail the line of your underwear. you’re so entrapped by her tactics that you realize you’ve been holding your breath. her whole hand is almost buried in your panties when the microwave beeps. she slowly pulls away and leaves you sitting there, burning alive. surely now she can see you blushing.

she sets the plate down beside you on the counter once she returns. still smirking, she runs her hands up your sides and they settle on your hips, pulling you closer to her and towards the edge of the counter. her fingers trace shapes on you, you think she’s drawing hearts but you’re honestly too tired to know.

she thinks to herself how beautiful you are and how lucky she is to have you. your skin is soft under her fingertips and she admires the scent of your body wash. she loves everything about you, can’t ever get enough. her skin tingles when you wrap your hands around her neck, playing with the loose hairs on the back of her neck.

she’s so entranced by you she almost forgets the biscuits growing cold. she motions the plate to you, a silent question ‘do you want one?’ but you shake your head no. deep down she’s sorry for making you lose sleep, but she remembers if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get to see you like this, so the thought leaves as quickly as it came.

when shes washing her plate, she almost misses your little “love you.”

her heart pounds, her stomach flutters, and she swears no one has ever made her feel this way before. she wants to crawl under your skin so she never has to be without you.

“i love you too”

now she’s carrying you back to bed, tucking you in and fighting the urge to keep you awake so she can hear your voice all night. but you’re both tired now, so there’s no point.

your back is facing her and she pulls you into her chest, wrapping her arms around you so she knows you’re safe. and you are. with paige you’ll always be safe. the last thing you remember before drifting off is her lips kissing behind your ear and her nose nuzzling into your hair.

“goodnight pretty girl.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**ੈ✩‧₊˚☽｡⋆🀥⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

FIRST FIC WHATTTT

you know i had to hop on the paige train

i hope it’s bearable

[ghostly-bat]

I do like Jondami size difference but I would like to remind everyone that my Damian (at least adult Damian) is 6'3" and well built

I call it "lean" and say it's from his mother's side, but, like...lean for comic standards

Irl my Damian would be considered extremely built

It's just that my Jon is 7' and built like a monster truck

Now, there are many reasons for that, not actually connected to eachother

For Damian, I LOVE making him look exactly like Talia, but I also find it funny when he ends up the tallest in the family

For Jon, I also make him look exactly like Lois, but Lois, to me, is RIPPED. Like in the 90s. Also, my Kryptonians are way taller (Superman to me is 6'9") because, come on, the first time they saw one they called him "SUPERMAN". And Jon was hinted at being affected by Hybrid Vigor, which I also love to explore.

But together...Damian never got to feel small. Even as a tiny little kid he was forced to be this larger than life figure that was carrying humanity's two biggest legacies on his shoulders. And now, he's literally larger than life.

But not with Jon. Being with Jon makes him feel small. Makes his legacies seem small.

And that's exactly what he needs.

Ugh jondami size difference is so important to me but me and you do differ and that is okay uwu (one isn't better than the other of course lol)

On my personal end and I think I've talked about this before on my main blog:

“I definitely prefer him taking after Talia more, hence the pretty part. Like he definitely has, her frame, her height, her colors but he has Bruce's nose, eyebrows, and lashes cus I headcanon Bruce to have long eyelashes. I definitely think it adds more to him than just making him look like a carbon copy of his dad and I just personally don't see him growing to be as big as his dad in both height and build (and if you ask me why he's lithe and lean I'm going to say it's probably cus of his vegetarian diet). I think having him be more on the smaller and leaner side of things is more interesting in him having to rely more on his skills as an assassin like stealth and whatnot (I imagine him to move around like a cat) and I think there's a beauty and grace to that. I also just like subverting people's expectations, so Damian being lithe, lean, pretty and smaller plays into that for me, like you see him and you don't expect him to know what he knows because of how he looks but then he does what he does and it surprises everybody and I eat that stuff up all the time in fiction.

I also like making him 5'7 or 5'8 when it comes to height cus making him and Tim the shortest out of the brothers is funny to me cus I imagine him and Tim to be like 1 inch off of each other and holding that one stupid little inch over each other's heads and acting like the other is 4 foot nothing. It's purely for comedic purposes lol.”

I used to go about the notion that Damian was insecure about how he looked. How he didn't look like his dad as he got older, didn't inherit the hight or the build but someone else had mentioned that“I don't think Damian would be insecure of how he looks. He knows what he's capable of despite his appearance.” and I was like 'You know what? That's so true' and now I lean more towards the notion that Damian would take great pride in looking like either of his parents but looking like his mom is something he holds dear.

His mom is an incredible strong, resilient headstrong woman who knows her wroth and what she's capable of. She's also smart and a wise, gentle and caring. He's seen his mom take down people twice her size whether it be with fighting force or a game of intelligence.

She maybe strict and hard at times and maybe some of her teachings are not the most ethical but he's also had her sing him to sleep, show him how to paint on a canvas, tell him stories she herself grow up with, and how she indeed cared for the lives of those that couldn't defend themselves.

If he was to look like anyone he's more than proud that it's his mother.

I think people have always looked at Damian like he's larger than life since the beginning. He was an heir to a league, an heir a legacy. Even at 10 when he went to live with his father. That despite him clearly being a child hardly anyone took the time to look at him as such. He didn't act like a normal child so there for he wasn't treated like one.

He hardly ever got the chance to feel small if it wasn't out of low self esteem and insecurity. So getting the chance, getting that feeling of being able to go ahead and be small, to be fragile and vulnerable that when someone like Jon comes along he's going to relish in it. Because I 100% agree with you that it is something he needs.

But funny enough I've actually never thought of Jon going anywhere beyond 6'2 or 6'3. Maybe 6'4 but then I'm like "Oh that's really tall" even if canonically that is his dad's height and I do like the thought of him growing to be just a little taller than his dad.

I feel like his mom is also rather tall. Lois being around maybe 5'8. And I do think he's softer looking than his dad.

He has his dad's build, his eyes, the jaw line, but his smile is all Lois. His nose and maybe even the freckles. The softness in his cheeks are all hers too. That softness is still there too even as he gets older even if it's only just a little.

Jon looking like his mom when he was little only for him to grow up looking like a perfect mix of both his parents. While Damian grow up being told how much he looks like his dad only for him to grow up looking like the woman his dad thought he'd marry one day.

[arieswritez]

puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 2

chapter 1

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; . . i am not the boy you knew and you are dead to me you watch someone you know grow into static company - boy (alex g)

2.

your chest ached.

with changing seasons, countless birthdays, the broadening of your consciousness brought an expansion of your body. growing in places that made you walk with a slouch and had your hands tugging at the front of your shirt. the shorts you'd wear during summer turned into your shame whenever your parent(s) would ask you to go and change for something more. . 'appropriate'.

ridiculous, you thought. how could they be inappropriate? they were your favorite pair.

or they used to be.

a man old enough to be your father leered at you while you were out riding your bike. you took them off as soon as you got home. you're sure they sit at the bottom of your closet to this day.

your hands got bigger. your fingers stretched. you got taller. people often told you you looked like your parent(s). you didn't see it.

despite the passage of time, mark was still there.

your parent(s) had long received the grayson's blessing to allow him refuge in your home: playdates whenever he wasn't preoccupied with baseball and important school work. but as the pages of the calendars turned, your parent(s) worried your little playdates had gone on for too long.

however, much like the dilemma your teachers had, no one had the heart - nor the energy - to separate you two. the two of you were entering the age where interest in romance grew and your parent(s) worried. it was cute, at first. when a 6 year old mark would follow you home and your parent(s) would have to contact the graysons, lest they turn the world upside down searching for their one son. or the time in which he'd brought ring-pops and claimed you'd gotten married.

but the fact of the matter was that mark had changed, too. you didn't see it at first. didn't even imagine it could've ever been that way.

mark was a growing boy.

there was evidence of that etched in markings on the wall next to your bedroom door: comparisons of height done in pencil. one with your initial. the other in his. you'd always be surprised when he kept surpassing you inch by inch. and you'd make a face whenever you'd - yet again - failed to keep up. and after your parent(s) wearily watched the two of you engage in hand size comparisons, the door to your bedroom was to remain open at all times.

but the truth of the matter was that there was simply no need.

mark was hardly ever in your bedroom those days. and much to your disappointment - well, why were you? it's not like you didn't see it coming - he'd gotten friends of his own. friends who grew with him in height and mannerism. who'd say big, nasty words and who's eyes would follow girls down the hallway. who he'd sit and rough house with until teachers had enough and sat him next to the most 'well behaved student' - you - despite his huffing. friends who wouldn't spare you a glance even though you were walking with mark. who'd talk directly to mark as if you weren't even there and steal him away with excuses of baseball practice. or simply because they could.

and mark would go.

and once, you felt your face going hot when one of them scoffed, "sorry, are we stealing you away from your girlfriend?"

mark returned the laugh - you didn't know if he knew you heard or not. you also didn't wanna know - and said, "ew."

laughter.

and if you were anyone else you would've thought about throwing his own baseball bat against his back. but all it did was make you sad. it made you angry. it made you embarrassed. and you didn't know why.

mark was a growing boy.

you were growing, too.

but you wanted to stay little for as long as you could. and the dread that came with buying newer clothes each passing year left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

you obsessed over magazines. the pretty girls on social media who's hair looked perfect. who's teeth were whiter. who's skin looked painted on. you're sure

the others in school shared your sentiment.

soon, you had to preoccupy yourself with shaving your arms or your legs or drinking large amounts of water in order to feel something in your tummy.

but mark. .mark never had to worry about that. he was a growing boy. he didn't have to worry about clothes or skincare. he didn't have to watch what he ate.

he was a growing boy.

who cared if he ate half a dozen donuts in one sitting? he was a growing boy.

who cared if all he did was run a few steps in baseball and eat like a chipmunk all the while remaining the same? he was a growing boy!

who cared if he could burp and sneeze loudly, sit like he'd bought the planet, and go outside at night?

.. certainly not you.

but sometimes you wish -

"it's so fucking hot." mark mumbled, hanging off your bed, voice muffled around his - seventh? - donut.

you stared down at the bowl of cotton candy grapes on your lap.

your teeth ached with need.

- . . you were a. . it was easier.

"yeah." you said, squeezing one of the grapes between your index and thumb until the flesh oozed out, shiny and sticky. "i know."

"you almost done?" he asked, turning onto his stomach and wiping the icing off his hands onto your bedding.

the homework sheets in front of you were nearly done. but you'd need a lot more time to finish homework for the both of you. you wonder if your parents knew that mark coming over to do homework just consisted of him distracting you while you did the work.

and maybe they did.

they were always so forgiving to people who weren't you.

in their eyes, you'd ask for advice if he was really taking advantage of you. and none of that whiny complaining of him being too rough, either.

you should've known what you were getting yourself into when you befriended a boy.

boys will be boys. right?

then, he doesn't know his own strength when you were mad at him when one of his playful shoves sent you staggering in front of his friends.

or, he was trying to be funny! lighten up. when he'd grabbed you and groped at your fleshy sides - also in front of his friends.

and most importantly, the two of you had been best friends for so long, there was no reason why something as innocent as you doing a couple of favors for him could cause such turmoil.

you should be nicer to him. i mean, how many other friends do you have?

and that's what the excuses were about.

your parent(s) felt indebted to him. after all, they didn't have the energy to deal with the tides of your mental state: the complex emotions, highs and lows, that only seemed to become that much more apparent as you entered your teenage years.

you imagined how they must’ve thought of you.

it couldn't be that much different than how everyone else did.

mark is so patient, so good at babysitting poor, socially inept you.

but as long as they didn't have to do the heavy lifting, they figured letting mark keep you was their safest bet. it did you good. mark didn't seem burdened. if anything, he seemed happy. he enjoyed taking care of you. and you knew he did. in fact, when he wasn't around his friends. . he was the mark you grew up with.

kind of.

he was still into the same stuff: comics and superhero movies. as long as it was just the two of you. . it wasn't that bad. he cared for you. and he'd show he wasn't all gone when he'd warned you about boys - who, ironically, seemed to perfectly describe his friend group. 

don't date them, he'd say, and it reminded you of when you'd gotten that ring pop and he told you you were his.

his protective demeanor wasn't a problem when he had the strength of a six year old. but mark wasn't six anymore. the jealous fits weren't as endearing. he was rowdier. moodier. and he'd grown into his body. . meaning he had the mass to back his words up.

but you weren't cowed by him. not much, anyway.

which caused you to push away the pile of homework and snap, "why don't you do your own fucking homework? it's too much."

you knew the most mark would do was sulk and pout. that's all he ever did when you'd be preoccupied with other things. . or grouped with the opposite sex. but there'd be moments in which you'd caught the flicker of darkness in his eyes whenever the two of you had a disagreement.

when you said no.

"i'm tired after baseball." he said, slowly, like it's something you were supposed to know.

"yeah, well, i'm tired, too!" you huffed.

"yeah? of doing what?"

"of thinking for the both of us."

"you calling me dumb?"

"you said it." you muttered under your breath, doodling onto the page to distract you from the annoyance bubbling inside you.

you didn't notice him getting up. he'd have a habit of sneaking up on you. maybe he was just quiet. or you were just too absent minded to notice. but either way, before you knew it, you were lifted off the floor from around your waist.

you don't even get a chance to react before he pinned you to your bed. the shock causing your face to grow hot before you begin to thrash beneath him, spitting out insults and trying to hit him in any soft spot you could.

but he was faster, stronger.

repeating, "i'm stupid?" while fighting you off like it was nothing.

he'd always had better stamina, and soon, you're tired and pinned beneath him.

and then he. .

just froze above you.

mark's world had gone still. he could sense everything. the air shifted around him and all his attention landed on you. he could feel weak throbbing beneath the palm of his hands as he held your wrists in a two handed grip above your head.

he could smell your perfumed skin. hear the blood soaring through your veins. the heat from your face warmed him like a furnace. and the realization slammed into him like a freight train.

he'd gotten his powers.

you'd brought them out of him.

“um. can I get up now?” you'd whispered from beneath him, flustered. your eyes narrowed towards your door, the one your parent(s) demanded you to keep open at all times.

mark blinked.

then, shuffled off of you with burning cheeks.

you watched him hastily sling his school bag over his shoulder and waddle out of the room. confused, you called after him - you had a test to study for for christ's sake! - but he didn't stop.

you scrambled after him.

but like years before, you couldn't keep up.

he was gone before you even made it out into the hallway.

CHAPTER 3

[yumeaoka-chan]

Two Hands In Mine

Lovely banners made by @cafekitsune❤️ Made entirely based on the ask sent to @the-kr8tor by @pleaktale 😤 Sigh... Look what you've done, Bleaky...😮‍💨 I hope you're happy😭🤚

Pairing: Ekko x Reader x Hobie Brown/ Ekko x Reader x Spider-Punk! Hobie Brown

Word Count: 6.1k

Tags: fluff, soulmate au (red string of fate), modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), pre-bit Hobie (for a little bit), teenage! R, teenage! Ekko, teenage! Hobie, childhood friends to eventual lovers, bullying (slight), sparse use of y/n, blood, fighting (slight), cursing, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender, really

Summary: The early days of what you thought were the best moments of your life.

Part 1 >>> Part 2

The cold winter air bites at your cheeks as you rub your gloved hands together, sniffling as you watch the other kids play in the snow a few yards away from you. Feet shuffling and kicking at the white fluff, you stand awkwardly, unsure whether or not to join them in their fun.

“Being the new kid, sucks”, you sigh as you pull the scarf tighter around your neck, pout forming on your lips as you crouch down to draw little shapes into the snow. Moving to England had been like an arrow to the chest for your little seven year old self, your parents not realizing that they were taking you away from the only place you'd ever known. Lip quivering, you try not to think about the friends you'll never see again. Somewhere deep down inside of you, you hope that they'll remember you even existed. Life was over for you, as far as you were concerned. Why in the world did your parents think moving was a good idea? So far, London has just been cloudy and cold and not at all fun.

“I hate it here…”

“How can you hate it here when you just moved here?” A voice chimes in behind you, startling you and making you gasp. Standing up abruptly, you stumble over your own feet and let out a small yelp as you collide into the person behind you. A pained hiss sounds in your ears as you tumble into the soft snow and you lift your head up to look at the source. Narrowed hazel brown eyes meet your own, blinking and fingerless gloves rubbing at the back of his head, white hair short and almost the same shade as the fluff on the ground. He looks to be around the same age as you, cheeks round and the tips of his ears tinged a slight red from the cold.

There's a groan a few inches away from you and you whip your head up to see another boy around your age with black hair, his hand over his mouth as little drops of ichor dyes the snow crimson, legs on either side of the white haired boy’s head. He looks down at you two with teary russet brown eyes before pulling his hand away from his mouth, a small bloodied tooth shining in his palm. The sight of blood makes your heart race. Somehow, thanks to you tripping over your own feet, you had fallen onto the kid with white hair, which had made him accidentally headbutt the other boy behind him.

“Can you get off of me”, the boy beneath you groans, frown forming on his lips as he gazes up at you. Scrambling to your feet, you hold out a shaky hand, offering to help him up as apologies spill from your lips repeatedly. He takes your hand with a raised eyebrow before helping up the boy behind him. You watch as he scrunches his nose up at the sight of the tooth in the other's palm, hazel brown eyes looking down at it in disgust.

“Crap, my tooth…”, the kid groans and you can't help but notice how much taller you are compared to them. He looks down at his tooth for a moment before sighing and throwing it away over his shoulder, much to your surprise. “Oh well!”

“Shouldn't you be more upset about it”, his friend questions as he dusts the snow off of his worn brown coat.

“Yeah. What about the tooth fairy?” You pipe up, shyly helping with dusting the boy off alongside his friend. Your face grows warm as they both look over to you.

“Nah. Hobie doesn't believe in the tooth fairy.”

“Hobie…? Who's Hobie?” The boy whose tooth got knocked out grins at you before pointing to himself, russet brown eyes sparkling.

“Me! I'm Hobie. He's Ekko. He just moved ‘ere not long ago, too. What's yours?” His bright nature baffles you a bit, seeing as losing a tooth is nothing to be happy about. At least, in your opinion.

“U-Um, I'm Y/N…” The white haired boy, Ekko, smiles at you softly while his friend, Hobie, drapes an arm over his shoulder. Hobie holds out a fist towards you, gaze shining with warmth that makes you feel a little less cold in this frigid weather. With a small smile, you bump your own against his.

“Stick with us, yeah? We're gonna be the best of mates. I mean, we already worked together to knock out my baby tooth!”

“Okay..! Um, Hobie… You're still bleeding…”

“I can help with that”, Ekko says with a cheeky grin before scooping up a ball of snow and chucking it into his friend's face. Hobie yelps as the fluff covers his face, making you laugh so hard that you keel over into the snow. With a grumble and a glint in his eyes, Hobie bends down.

“I'd start runnin’ if I was you two…!” He warns and your eyes widen as he picks up an armful of the fluff, his grin almost maniacal. Ekko pulls you up to your feet and you both run away screaming with laughter as your new shared friend chases after you. Perhaps this place wasn't all that terrible after all.

“He's late. Again.” Ekko huffs as he plops down beside you on the bench, reaching over to pluck a strawberry from your lunch box. You let out a hum as you bite into your sandwich, handing him the one you made for him. “How much you wanna bet he was fighting again?”

“It could just be a problem with his teacher, ‘Ko. He and Mrs. Crumb don't exactly get along”, you say lightly, trying to give your other best friend the benefit of the doubt. Ekko isn't convinced in the slightest, nose scrunched up and teeth tearing into the ham sandwich. He hands you his bottle of juice, which you take gratefully.

“If he shows up all beat up, you owe me that caramel chocolate bar.” Rolling your eyes at the way he ogles your treat beside you, you push at his shoulder.

“Bet. Although, you really should have more faith in him-” Just as the words leave your lips, the door to the school rooftop slams open, revealing a disheveled Hobie. He heaves as he drags himself towards the bench, chest rising and falling as he scrubs a hand over his face. Sweat beads at his brow and drips down towards the cut on his cheek, bruised left eye and busted lip glaring you in the face. Sucking your teeth, you begrudgingly place the candy into Ekko's awaiting palm. Dropping down on the bench between you both, Hobie sighs before giving you both a lopsided grin. His lanky form towered over the both of you even while you all were sat. Clearly, the universe had favorites. That, or Hobie was just having a second growth spurt. You missed when they both used to be shorter than you sometimes.

“Afternoon, poppet. Kokonut.” The nicknames have both you and Ekko groaning in exasperation, which makes the smile on his face widen even more.

“Thought we said not to call us that, Hobes.” The teen beside him huffs, scowl painted on his lips and fingers lifting to poke gently at the bruise on his eye, frown deepening at the sight. “Don't you think we've grown out of them?”

“Hm. I like the name Kokonut, though. What say you, ducky?” Hobie winces and pulls his face away, leaning over to take a bite of your sandwich, which earns him a slap on the stomach.

“I say, stop trying to get out of us chewing you out. Another fight, Hobie? Really?” You grumble as you rummage through your bookbag, pulling out a few little bandages and alcohol wipes. Ekko takes the wipes from you and roughly grabs his chin in order to clean the cut on his cheek and lip while you wipe at your shared friend's busted knuckles. Hobie yelps at the sting as you both patch him up.

“Always something with you, man. What did you do this time?” Ekko says softly, concern shining in his hazel brown eyes. Hobie sucks in a breath, looking up at the clouds to avoid eye contact.

“...’S complicated… Don't worry. Everythin’ worked out.” He mumbles, voice quiet and somewhat hardened. You and Ekko share a glance over his shoulders. That was the same exact excuse he used every time you both asked, never letting on anything else. It was like trying to pry open a lock box with nothing but your bare hands. This had been going on for a few months now, and it was beginning to worry you. Silence washes over you three as you finish bandaging Hobie, awkward and a little stifling. Taking a deep breath, you hand your shared friend his sandwich, ripping off a piece of it as payback for him biting yours. He lets out a grumble of protest and leans back.

“...Well, just know that our services aren't free, loser”, Ekko says as he focuses his attention to the bar of chocolate in his hand, voice breaking the awkward silence. Hobie puts a hand to his chest as though he were offended and you nod your head in agreement, hand out and fingers wiggling.

“He's right. Pay up, Hobes!”

“Thought you lot were bein’ my nurses out of the kindness of your hearts!”

“What do you take us for”, you scoff, teasing smile playing on your lips. Hobie whines and looks at you both with puppy dog eyes. Ekko presses his palm against his face, mushing him as he chuckles.

“Not working this time, man. We want compensation. It's hard out here being teenage nurses, y’know.”

“Fine, fine”, he huffs before a smirk slowly creeps up on his face. “I'll pay you back later, duck. As for you, Kokonut, how ‘bout I pay you back by suckin’ on your Koko-”, A piece of ham slapping him in the face stops him mid sentence and you can't help the loud guffaw that leaves you.

Chatter and laughs sound loudly throughout the packed hallways of your high-school, students shuffling and pushing each other to get to lockers. Huffing and slipping between a group of rowdy boys, you manage to finally get to your locker, letting out a puff of air as you hurriedly put in the combination. Now that the school day has finally ended, you were adamant on leaving before Flash could show up. Just as you manage to gather your books and supplies, a palm comes down to harshly slap them out of your hands. You let out a low curse as your body is pushed against the lockers, eyes roaming up to look at the big hulk of a teen.

“Trying to leave without doing what I asked, nerd”, Flash sneers as he lowers his head just enough so that he can meet you eye to eye. Disdain shines in his blue eyes and from how close he is, you can smell that he had a tuna sandwich with onions on it for lunch. Scrunching up your nose, you frown up at the resident bully and shrug, putting on a face of false bravado.

“I'm not responsible for your stupid grades, Eugene. Get someone else to do it.” You say as you look him in the eye, mentally congratulating yourself for managing to forgo your usual anxious stuttering. You really have your friends to thank for that. At the sound of his real name leaving your lips, the blonde grips you roughly by the front of your shirt, nostrils flaring and glare deepening with irritation.

“You think you got a choice, you little shit? You do what I say or the janitors are gonna have to clean bits of you off the floor.” Spit flies from his mouth as he barks out curses at you, landing on your cheek and making you recoil slightly in disgust. Flash brings up a hand then, and you blanch at the thought that he was going to possibly hit you before the hulk of a teen was suddenly pulled away from you. Hands wrap around your shoulders and pull you close towards a body, who you find out is Ekko's when you glance up in surprise. Annoyance swims in his hazel brown eyes as he looks on at Flash who'd gotten tugged away from you by Hobie. You watch as your shared friend gets into the jock’s face, scowl painted on his lips.

“Walk away now, mate. ‘Cause if I see you in me duck's face again, ‘s not gonna end well for you.” The blonde lets out a huff of a laugh before roughly pushing at Hobie's chest, trying to rile him up. There's a growing crowd of onlookers eager to see the commotion evolve into a full on fight as another jock slowly sidles up to stand beside Flash.

“Look at this punk freak who thinks he's tough shit! Sucks for you that I'm not in the mood to play along with you, fuck face.” As soon as those words leave his mouth, a fist flies up to harshly hit Hobie in the jaw, the jock beside the blonde quick to follow up his punch with another one. Head snapping to the side, Hobie lets out a low curse under his breath before dodging a blow to his face, arm rearing back to deliver a blow to the brown haired teen's nose. Crimson drips onto the linoleum floors of the hallway, dripping from the jock's now red nose. The brown haired teen snarls in anger before swinging at him again, elbowing him in the chest and punching him in the face right after. Hobie groans before gritting his teeth and catching the next hit aimed at his face, countering with a right hook of his own. Hoots and hollers from the students surrounding you all ring in your ears and you see Flash moving to throw himself into the fight between the two, a gleam in his eyes as he raises a fist to hit Hobie.

“You fucker!” Ekko shouts as he lunges forward, hand reaching to grip the blonde’s shoulder and forcefully turn him around, decking him right in between his eyes. “I ain't with that jumpin’ shit!” You want to separate them all as the four boys rain blow after blow upon each other, but the crowd of students push you out of the way as they draw nearer towards the action, forcing you farther away from the tight circle. Cheers and chanting of “fight, fight, fight” echo around the hallways, so loud that when you hear the sound of two teachers yelling for everyone to break it up, you're not the least bit shocked. You are surprised, however, when Flash and his buddy decide now is the perfect time to dip and avoid getting caught by the teachers, Hobie and Ekko seeming to have the same idea.

“Y/N, let's go!” Hobie calls out breathlessly as he maneuvers his way through the sea of bodies, Ekko hot on his heels. You barely have enough time to hastily gather your scattered and trampled books before a hand latches on your arm, dragging you towards the main doors of the school. Heart beating like a drum as you three burst through the doors, Hobie pulls you towards your bike and you quickly unchain it.

“You two are unbelievable…!” You hiss as Ekko hops up to sit on the handlebars and Hobie stands in the middle, feet on the pedals. Russet brown eyes wide with urgency, your friend pats the seat of the bike.

“You can nag us later, love! Gotta make tracks!” Hesitation befalls you as you eye your bike suspiciously. There was no way all three of you were going to fit. Before you can voice your concerns, the school doors burst open and you snap your head over to see which teacher is most definitely going to catch you lot. Hobie takes it upon himself and grabs you by the belt loop of your jeans, tugging you to sit on the seat of the bike while he remains standing. Hands fumbling to hold on to his band tee, wind whips your face as he begins pedaling so fast that it makes your heart race. You hold on for dear life as the yells of the teacher echo in your ears, growing fainter and fainter the further you get. Hobie manages the bike with ease, like the weight of both you and Ekko are hardly a challenge. In the back of your mind, you pray that your poor mode of transportation remains intact after this.

“Okay, Hobes! You can slow down now!” Ekko yells over the sound of the whistling wind, hands tightly gripping the handlebars. You can't see it but you hear the cheeky, mischievous grin in his voice as Hobie starts pedaling just a bit faster. The white haired teen yelps as he reaches one hand behind him to grip his arm. “F-Fuck! Slow the fuck down!”

“Faster?! That wha’ you want?! Wha’ever you say, Kokonut!”

“You ass! He said slower! Slower!” You yell before screaming as Hobie zooms even faster on the bike, the three of you a blur as you zip down the street, the tall teen cackling all the while. You were gonna throttle him if you survived this.

“Look who's finally ‘ere! Care to join us, lovie?” Hobie hums as he looks up at you from his spot underneath the large oak tree, russet brown eyes warm and lips pulling up into a smile. Ekko smiles up at you from the grass, head resting on your shared friend's thighs as he lowers the textbook he was reading onto his chest. Dappled sunlight dances across your forms as you move to kneel beside the duo on the soft grass, bookbag sliding off your shoulder. The three of you are nestled a few yards away from where the children just getting out of primary school play at the park, playful screams and giggles sounding off in the distance.

“Sorry guys”, you sigh as you set the brown paper bag into Hobie's awaiting hand, tantalizing aroma wafting from it. “I had to finish putting in my application for Cherry's before going over to Stan's. Got some of Mama Kay's cookies too.” At the mention of food, Hobie looks into the brown bag while Ekko fiddles through your bookbag for the cookies. You can't help but chuckle at the way their eyes light up at the sight of the well beloved neighborhood subs and cookies.

“Cherry's? That new clothing store two blocks from the school”, Ekko questions as he hands you a bottle of water, other hand already rummaging through the small white bag of cookies. You nod as you take out your textbooks and study sheets.

“That's the one! It's owned by this woman who I think is named MJ. At least, that's what I heard this man calling her when I saw her from afar the other day”, you muse while munching on a lemon cookie. The taller teen grins at you before nudging your shared friend's shoulder.

“How ‘bout puttin’ in a good word for me, yeah? Finally get started on my modelin’ career.”

“You want to start modeling? Really?” You ask, baffled at the idea that your best friend would ever consider doing something of that caliber. Ekko groans and scrubs a hand over his face in exasperation, clearly having heard this unusual idea uttered before.

“Please stop with that dumb modeling crap. It's not happening, Bee.” Turning to look at the white haired teen, Hobie puts a hand on his chest, russet brown eyes glimmering with what looks like hurt as he frowns.

“Why? You don't think I could be one…?” The way he sounds seriously hurt as he speaks those words makes Ekko pause, eyes widening and breath hitching as he shakes his head. If he hadn't tapped the back of your hand before he'd said those words, you would've sworn he was being genuine.

“I-I… I'm sorry, Hobes”, he stutters while lifting up a hand towards him apologetically. “I didn't think that you were serious. Of course you can- wait….” Seeing the corners of Hobie's lips tremble as he tries to refrain from laughing, you stifle the giggle that threatens to escape you as Ekko narrows his eyes at him with suspicion. “Motherfucker, you're fucking with me.”

“‘S real sweet that you care, Kokonut”, Hobie says sweetly, cooing the words before letting out a loud guffaw and catching a cookie being thrown at him. “Ooh, I love snickerdoodles. Cheers, mate!”

“You're an ass-”

“Please, girls! You're both gorgeous, so can we please not chuck anymore food that someone had to buy”, you say loud enough that the two look over at you sheepishly, Ekko lowering his hand containing a chocolate chip cookie. The two settle back down and you smile at them gratefully while they begin to eat their food. “We gotta focus, guys. Exams are next week.”

“Not sure studyin’ ‘s gonna matter. Mrs. Crumb hates my guts”, Hobie says around a mouthful of his turkey sub, making Ekko swat at his arm with a scrunched up face of disgust.

“Swallow before speaking, Hobes.”

“Well, to be fair, you did graffiti a picture of a pig on her desk. As well as TP her car. And her house…” Swallowing his mouthful of food, the tall teen shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head with a smirk playing on his lips, not at all remorseful of his past actions.

“Lady supported the fuzz beatin’ those peaceful protesters. I say that's well deserved, innit?” Ekko hums in agreement as he jots down a few answers on his study sheet, lifting up his free hand to fist bump Hobie. Rolling your eyes, you can't help the smile that flits across your face and he knows that deep down, you were extremely proud of him that day. Mrs. Crumb was definitely problematic when it came to politics and society in general, so Hobie being number one on her shit list with his anarchic tendencies and outlook on life was a guaranteed thing if there ever was one. “‘Sides, ‘Ko and I aren't really strugglin’.”

“He's right. We don't really need the extra help, bug.

“Okay, fine. I'm the one that needs to study, geniuses. So just help me. Please”, you whine softly, holding your materials out in hopes that your two best friends, who somehow have straight A's despite managing to always get in precarious situations, would help you study for this oh so important exam.

“Alright, alright. No need for the puppy eyes”, Ekko huffs as he takes your papers and glances over them, Hobie resting his chin utop his head in order to look at your study material as well. As the three of you eat and study together, both you and Ekko somehow end up resting your heads on Hobie's arms while he lays back on the grass, textbook propped up on your chest so that you all could look at it together. After a while, once the cookies and subs had been diminished to mere crumbs, you let out a yawn and lay the book down beside you. The warmth of the late afternoon sun and the slight cool breeze lull you into a sense of calm, eyelids growing heavy and drooping with the threat of sleep. From the soft breathing coming from your two friends, you could tell they were right behind you.

“Heard a rumor goin’ ‘round.” Hobie's quiet mumble breaks the silence but doesn't manage to pierce the bubble of peace around you three. “Someone in year eleven can see and feel their string now. Ever wonder who'd be on the other end…? Of your own, I mean…”

“Don't know”, Ekko sighs as he presses his cheek further into the taller teen's side, hazel brown eyes fluttering open to glance at you and up at Hobie before closing again. “It isn't really guaranteed that you'll ever meet who you're latched to. Just hope they're a good person, I guess…”

“Think we lot are tied together…?” Hobie breathes out and it makes you glance up at him for a moment in slight surprise. The possibility of being soulmates with your two best friends, of the three of you connected in that special way…?

“It's not really heard of though, right? Having more than one soulmate is rare.” You mumble quietly, fingers fiddling with the loose thread on his band tee.

“Extremely rare, but not unheard of. But the possibility that we already found what millions of people probably never have is…” Your body shakes as Hobie chuckles, the arms around you and Ekko pulling you both in a little closer.

“Can't believe you two are really thinkin’ ‘bout it. Knew you loved me”, he says warmly, smile evident in his voice and you lightly pinch his side for the teasing, face growing slightly warm. Clicking his tongue in feigned annoyance, Ekko silences your shared friend's laughter by playfully mushing his face before closing his eyes once more in an attempt to sleep, the tips of his ears dusted the faintest of reds.

“Shut the hell up and take a nap, man.”

Silence. Utter silence. That's all you hear despite the calm conversations flitting about the small café and the hustle and bustle of Mama Kay as she glides around her business with ease, delivering and taking orders. The homely browns and white of the interior would usually calm you and bring about a sense of tranquility on any other day. But with the hardened looks of bewilderment on the faces of your two best friends in the entire world directed at you and what you just shared, you feel anything other than the longed for peace. Ekko sits up straighter and the contents inside of Hobie's chicken salad wrap drip onto the plate as he holds it in his hands, forgoing the bite he was going to take before you'd uttered those words. Something festers within the pit of your stomach and you can't quite pinpoint the feeling tied to it.

“You're joking, right? You gotta be joking, trouble”, the white haired teen says lowly, hazel brown eyes glinting with hope. Hope that's immediately crushed like a bug under a boot at the way your face crumples into a remorseful look, shaking your head as you gaze at them solemnly.

“...We'll be leaving a month from today. Flight's already booked and we're starting to pack…”

“They're not letting you finish the school year? We… We were supposed to go see that movie when it comes out. The one you've been waiting forever for. And, shit, what about your job at Cherry's? A-And Hobie's audition that we were supposed to go to..? We were supposed to graduate together…”

“I-I know, ‘Ko. I really wanted to do all of that. But my mom's job wants her to move to the States and… fuck, say something Bee. You've been quiet this whole time.” Ekko turns to look at your shared friend and you both watch as he stares down at the table, russet brown eyes shining with what you hope aren't unshed tears. You don't want them to cry, that's the last thing you could ever want.

“...We've been together so long… I don't ever remember a birthday or holiday we haven't spent together. Just to think we'll be missin’ yours…” You furrow your brows in confusion at his words before it dawns on you. Your sixteenth birthday is next month, the day after you officially leave the UK. Hobie lets out a staggering breath, teeth worrying at his bottom lip as he looks up at you, and you feel like your heart is shattering. “You really gotta go, me duck…?”

“I’m sorry guys… I really am…” The grip on your cup of cooling tea tightens and you feel like you're suddenly seven years old again, like your whole world is being stripped away from you once again. You want to sink into the ground, away from the way your heart feels heavy in your chest. Warm hands grip your wrists and gently tug at them until both boys are holding either one of your hands. Ekko gives you a smile even as his hazel brown eyes shine.

“Ain't nothing you gotta apologize for. We … We can spend everyday together before then, bug. We'll help you pack and make the most of the time we have.” Hobie nods and squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“‘Sides, we can stay in touch. Keep each other updated on life. We'll make this work, love.” If only you could freeze this moment in time, stay forever with the two boys who mean more to you than anything. Warmth blossoms in your heavy heart and you wipe at a stray tear that managed to slip from your eyes, not even feeling the stinging threat of them at first.

“Promise you guys will come see me off and spend a bit of time with me on the eve of my birthday…?” They both smile at you warmly and the three of you tighten your grips on each other's hands. As though that would be enough to possibly keep you locked into this moment, keep you steady by their sides for a bit longer.

“We'll be there, trouble. We'll always be there for you.”

“Y/N, let's go! I want us to be at the airport early enough before the flight!” Your mother calls out from the open window of the car, a solemn look in her eyes as she watches how you search the distant streets and sidewalks for your two friends. “I know you want to see them again, honey. But I don't think they're coming.”

“They'll be here. Just… give me a bit longer. Please”, you ask as your eyes dart to and fro in your frantic search, hands gripping the straps of your bookbag and pulling it tighter around your shoulders. With a sigh, your mother relents and leaves you to your hopes of your friends seeing you off. The seconds tick by and after a few minutes, you begin biting your bottom lip in anxiousness, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you still see no sign of them. By the time five minutes pass, you're pacing back and forth behind the awaiting car, guilt gnashing at your insides about how you're wasting your mother's gas with the slim possibility of having a few more precious minutes with your favorite people. Ten minutes soon go by and the little slivers of hope in you begin to crumble, your mother rolling down her window to call out to you once more.

“I'm sorry, sweetie…” Shoulders drooping, you nod your head slowly, heart beginning to crack in two. Just as you turn around to head to the car, shouts of your name echo in your ears. Eyes wide and grin lighting up your face, you spin around to see both Ekko and Hobie sprinting down the sidewalk towards you, arms raised and waving at you frantically. You don't even get a chance to meet them halfway before Hobie soon collides into you, arms wrapping around your back as you stumble backwards from the sudden force. Ekko is right behind him, reaching his hand out to grip your arm like a lifeline as he keels over to pant harshly. Their chests heave as they catch their breaths, sweat dampening their skin and making their flesh feel warm on yours.

“Fuck… Thank fuck you didn't leave yet”, the taller teen pants as he rests his head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath before pulling back to look down at you properly, lopsided grin lighting up his features. The white haired teen beside him huffs and wipes at the sweat on his brow.

“You run too damn fast, Hobes”, Ekko wheezes before standing up properly, hand squeezing your arm and hazel brown eyes looking down at you apologetically. “Sorry for being late. Bee and I got into some… trouble and it was a whole shit show.”

“You two made it. That's all that matters”, you say with a laugh, just happy that they didn't forget you. Hobie shares a look with Ekko then and the white haired teen nods his head. It makes you gaze at them in question, wondering what they could possibly be plotting without you. You try to ignore how that thought pierces your heart like the bluntest and rustiest of knives. Taking your hand, he places something in your palm that has your heart swelling and eyes stinging with the threat of tears once you pull your hand back to look at it. In your hand rests a guitar pick in the shade of your favorite color dangling on a silver chain with the initials of you, Hobie, and Ekko carefully painted on one of the sides. Lip wobbling as you try to refrain from bursting into tears, you oh so carefully and tenderly run your thumb over the painted letters.

“We just thought… Well, you needed something you can remember us by. And, look!” Ekko says as he pulls out a similar necklace from underneath his shirt, Hobie doing the same. “We match. This way, we have something to remember you by too.” And as you look up at the two boys, you see affection and care swirling in their eyes, making your chest grow warm and causing the tears to finally fall. Sniffling, you slip the chain around your neck, wiping at the tears that keep dripping from your eyes. The fact that you were really, truly leaving the most wonderful people in the world was hitting you hard and you couldn't help the choked sobs that started to bubble from your lips. Hands rub tenderly at your arms and you feel your body being enveloped by them both in a warm embrace.

“C'mon now, ducky. You start cryin’, then Kokonut will, and I…” Hobie trails off on his words as his voice starts breaking, taking a shuddering breath before both he and Ekko pull you closer. You can hear the sniffles from them both and it only makes you reach up to wrap your arms around them in return and pull them ever closer.

“What am I gonna do without you guys”, you sob, heart thundering in your ears as your whole world narrows to here and now.

“...Crash and burn, most likely”, Hobie quips softly, seemingly unable to help himself despite the tears and stuffy nose making his voice sound nasally. Your body rumbles as the three of you chuckle, little snickers that lighten the mood. It takes several minutes before you can leave the little huddle, the group hug that begs you to stay, to remain latched to them for eternity. Heart heavy yet lighter all the same, you grip their hands in yours, squeezing once, twice, three times.

“You'll be okay, trouble. We'll still be in contact, okay? Can't get rid of us that easily”, Ekko says with a tight lipped smile and you nod.

“I'm cool with you two sticking around a little longer”, you joke, tone playful despite the way tears still cling to your lashes. Honking from the car startles you a bit and you turn your head to see your mother pointing at her wristwatch, understanding smile on her face all the while. Taking a deep breath, you feel them squeeze your hands back.

“Us against the world, Hobes?” Ekko says and the taller teen nods, their eyes never leaving you.

“Us against the world, ‘Ko. Us against the world, love?” Sniffling, you nod, unable to look away from them.

“Us against the world, Bee. Us against the world, Koko?” The white haired boy chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners from the old nickname that you'd given him when you three were ten. You engrave the color of their eyes in your memory.

“Us against the world, bug. Always us three.” They pull you into one last hug, so tight that you feel like you'll pop, but you're holding them just as tightly, if not tighter. And with one final look at your boys, you let them go. They follow the car as your mother drives away, running and waving to you as far as they can go, making your face hurt from how wide your tearful smile is. And as they grow smaller and smaller the further you get, you can't help but keep your eyes on the last spot they'd been, so lost in looking at your fading friends that you can hardly feel the slight tug on your pinkies.

[bustedcartire]

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓝𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

(This is all very olden based so aka the time these movies have came out so around 1939 so these will be more oldern southern type head canons)

𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓽

Size- 5 inches when soft, 7 1/2 inches when hard

Grooming- He doesn’t really groom himself below the belt. The only thing he does is trim a bit when it’s irritating him from sweat (he shaved one time with ludas razor and got in trouble because he literally didn’t clean the razor and it was still in the bath so since then he just let it grow)

What’s it look like…?- He isn’t circumcised. He was born in a slaughter house and Luda didn’t bring him to get him circumcised and she wouldn’t have the money for it anyways.

Sound- He’s decently loud. The first time you two had sex he was kinda confused and thought you were hurt but once he caught on he started to make a bit of sounds

Would he bottom?- I think he would definitely have you ride him if he was too tired and the first time you do it make sure the house is empty because the boy will moan and groan like crazy.

Favorite position- missionary, G- whiz, leapfrog, the seashell but the table top it the easiest for him so the bed doesn’t bang against the walls that much and since he’s taller it’s like having a alligator ontop of you so the tabletop position lets you breathe, and cowgirl but you two only do it when he’s tired cause he kinda feels bad cause your doing all the work while you shouldn’t have to worry about it and he should have to be the one that makes you squirm and whine under him.

Head- He doesn’t really care about head…though he does like it when he’s feeling a bit insecure…to have you- a beautiful being- on your knees taking him in your mouth always made him want it more.

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Giver- He will definitely give you head. He would anytime anywhere aslong as he can get a taste.

How does he like you groomed- He honestly grew up thinking girls didn’t grow hair so if he saw pubic hair he would be a bit confused but would still eat you like his last meal.

Virgin- Definitely. This man in a strong believer in celibacy from his mama saying that’s the right thing.

Safe-word- He just wants you to say stop or no if you don’t want something. Things like yellow or pineapple just confused him too much and a strong or small no would make him stop completely and he would use stop or no aswell

kinks- size kink, Thomas is a big boy and he knows it. He likes knowing that he can manhandle you and make you scream and cream like crazy.

breeding kink, of course he wants kids but everytime isn’t because of that. He just likes knowing that he’s the only one that can do that to you and usually he’ll just finish on you but to him it’s close enough.

praise kink, he is constantly mocked or put down so being told he feels good or that he’s big or that he’s doing good will make him the happiest man ever.

Lactophilia, to him it’s more like a comfort thing and since you don’t produce breast milk yet he’ll just usually do it when he’s overwhelmed or if he just needs extra lovin

𝓑𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓪 𝓢𝓪𝔀𝔂𝓮𝓻

Size- about 4 1/2 soft but about 6 1/2 hard.

Grooming- He is a hairy man. Just like Thomas so he will be hairy and a bit more hairy then Thomas is.

What’s it look like…?- He is also uncircumcised. He is more thick and while he is a bigger size he makes up for the extra inch by his thickness.

Sound- He would grunt at first but when he heard you making sound he thought he was doing it wrong so he started to mimic you and would squeal when you squealed and would grunt when you moaned until you told him he doesn’t have to mimic you.

Would he bottom?- He is home a good bit compared to his brothers so he would be more free with positions unless it scared him.

Favorite Position- table top, missionary, spooning, and cowgirl but when you do cowgirl get used to him helping because this boy would thrust up randomly before bottoming out and just lay out until you got tired then he’ll take control

Head- At first kinda thought you were trying to bite his dick off so he was very freaked out until you explained it’ll feel good and he could control the pace and after 30 seconds he was already sprawled out on the mattress seeing stars while you moved your mouth against him.

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Giver- He would only if you shaved. He has texture issues so that would just make him gag and nothing against you it’s just the poor boy would feel like he had hair in his teeth but he would eat you out daily if you’d let him.

How does he like you groomed- Like I said he liked you shaved before oral but for normal sex he doesn’t care. You could be hairy and he would still wanna be balls deep in you and have his face buried in your neck whining.

Virgin- He never gotten close to it and the closest he’s gotten to seeing a naked girl was when he found one of draytons crappy porn magazines and those were just girls cleaning cars.

Safe-word-You would have to have a long conversation about safe words and that’s it’s okay to not want certain things in sex and he decided his safe word was ‘click’ cause he could say it easily.

kinks- heavy on the praise kink. This poor boy is constantly abused emotionally and physically so a simple good boy or saying how good he is will make him feel like he’s in heaven.

(I would say size kink but he only likes the size difference cause it makes him feel more manly and protective and not a ‘he could ravish you’ way)

voyeurism, He walked in on you playing with yourself once and that left him hot and bothered for days making him blush like crazy just looking at you.

Lactophilia, he also sees it as a comfort thing and would usually do it when he was overstimulated or pissed. He was kinda confused on why you didn’t already have breast milk and that night he figured out you needed a baby to do it and he was instantly asking to have a baby like it was simple.

[onelittlespiral]

I'd like your BOGO offer. I am the scrawny waterboy for my college. I'd like the kicker of the football team to get taken down a peg or five. I want him to be a nerd and no one else remembers him being a jock.

Subject: Order #100567

Dear (REDACTED),

Thank you for your recent purchase from The Spiral, home for all your transformation needs! Your order #100567 has been received and is on its way as we speak. Your order includes:

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Expect delivery in 3-7 days.

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We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

You had seen just yesterday that your order from The Spiral had finally come through. When you saw some nerd hanging around the practice field, you checked your inbox for the email confirmation. They had provided some details on how they had done it. As the kicker had been leaving practice, they grabbed him and pulled him into an empty supply room. They had him bound and gagged before stripping him of his cleats and cramming his feet in a pair of penny-loafers. The changes, they said, were near instantaneous. Change rippled up his legs as muscle deflated and his lower pads turned to cargo shorts. His stomach flattened and his jersey and pads changed into a sweater and bow tie. He had shrank so much that his restraints had nearly come loose, not that he would be able to fight the men holding him now.

He was already defeated by the time his new glasses were slipped on, which triggered phase two of his changes. Any and all past as a jock we’re gone in an instant, replaced with memories of his advanced mathematics degree and research projects. His memories of summer workouts and practice were now late nights in the library. Football games turned to Quiz Bowls. His mind would no longer be focused on working out his body, instead it was filled with stretches and skills for prepping himself for bottoming. His IQ was shooting up, and he could now understand exactly how to calculate an integral and when to squeeze tight around a dick to elicit the deepest grunts. The team packed up as he was left tied up, growing hornier at the thoughts of his old teammates dominating him like they did the opposing teams…

You couldn’t believe the efficacy of service. Hats off to them for the quick turn around. But you knew you were supposed to get a delivery of your own. You were tired of waiting. But as you were walking home from practice, after scrubbing out bottles and avoiding harassment from the team, you noticed something off. It was strange, but you thought you had smelled one of those jocks following you around. You turned around, worried that some guys were following you home, but the streets around you were empty. Instead, the smell was still coming from behind you, in your book bag. Rolling your eyes, you searched the pockets, expecting to find a jock or some other nasty garment as a dumb prank, but you instead find a chain, buried down at the bottom. In an instant, you feel compelled to hold in in your hands and take a whiff. The scent is metallic and cold how you would expect, while at the same time rancid and wet. You don’t fight the urge as your hands open the clasp and secure it around your neck. The feeling is electric. Your body ripples in response, and you feel your body begin to ache. The cold metallic feeling reaches into your bones and fills your veins with ice. A cold sweat breaks out of you as your body stretches taller and your muscles are filled with cool, hard lead.

I have to get warm, you think, I have to.

Your body seems to respond, as peach fuzz erupts from every inch of your chest, itchy and burning like fire. You scratch, and the hair only grows more in response. It begins to curl around your callousing hands and take root up your arms, spreading its fiery tendrils. You make the mistake of scratching your face, where it also takes root, as a beard erupts from your baby face. The hot licks of fire and freezing spikes of ice is reaching a crescendo as your body is engulfed, ready to reach a melting point and boil off all together when finally… it stops. You are left panting like a dog, sweat dripping from every pore. You knew the transformations offered were powerful, but you never expected this. You take stock of your furry, sweaty body, inspecting every inch of muscle. You feel so… powerful. Flexing your guns and let out an animalistic shout.

But then, something begins to tickle your nose. It smells like the necklace has surrounded you in that layer of stench. Except, it isn’t the necklace. It’s you. Your own sweat is beginning to dry and fill your head. Your past rolls off your brain like the sweat rolls down your washboard abs. Drop by drop you are no longer a waterboy for your football team. You hardly can even understand the sport. You have spent the last few years perfecting your reps and carving your physique. College sports? Who cares. You were lucky enough to graduate high school. You only saw those guys when they needed a personal trainer like you to give them an extra little boost. Those boys spent most of the game standing around. Real men need stamina. And you knew a cardio routine that would get their hearts racing. Bottoming for you was an hours long affair that left boys like them sore, sweaty, and moaning for more. Just how you liked them. You got up off the ground, dusted yourself off, and smirked in the mirror.

Gotta meet my next client in an hour, you think, sticking your tongue out.

In your pocket, you receive an order confirmation from some company called “The Spiral”. Whatever, probably some scam…

Subject: Order #100567 Fulfilled

Dear (REDACTED)

Your order has been fulfilled. We know you have many options, but thank you for supporting The Spiral.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

[phyllocnistis]

sooooo you see these two gorgeous femmes across the party...

femme tops/butch bottom threesome

they were soooo pretty. you made eye contact with one from across the party, eager to shoot your shot with her. she was just your type! she had long, beautiful blonde hair and was so juicy and thick. she was wearing a short skirt that showed off her big ass. walking up to her, you ask who she's here with.

she points behind you, giggling.

you turn around to see another beautiful woman, taller than you but just as femme as her friend. she's in all black and her top is showing off her delicious, plump titties. your breath catches and you realize you might've stumbled into something you can't handle.

the first girl has picked up on your embarrassment and whispers in your ear,

"want us both?"

your heart stops and you feel your cunt twitch. you've never been with more than one girl before. still, they were both beautiful and you were sure you could please them both.

they grab your hands and pull you down the hall to an empty room. the goth girl locks the door and before you know it, both women are touching you.

"can we fuck you?" the goth one asks. you're too worked up to even get their names at this point, but you nod eagerly and she begins unbuttoning your pants.

at the same time, the other girl kisses your face, leaving lipstick marks on your neck and jawline.

your pants are pulled off and shirt unbuttoned. hands and mouths are all over your body, these beautiful women worshipping every inch of you. you look down and see both of them sucking your nipples, eyes looking up at you as they do. for a moment, they stop to kiss each other and you feel yourself grow wetter. they're making out right on top of you, their hard nipples grazing each others while they feverishly bite each others lips and suck on each others tongues. they're so pretty, how did you end up here?

no time to think about it before there's tongues and gentle bites on your nipples again.

your head rolls back, unused to this level of pleasure. the two women's hands mimic each others, feeling your sides and breasts and legs. at the same time, their fingers reach your cunt and tease you, pulling on your lips to spread your wet, dripping hole for them.

the goth girl wastes no time, moving and licking your cunt, running her tongue through your folds and around your clit. at the same time, the soaking wet pussy of the girl you saw first sits down on your face, big ass spread open. everyone is moaning into each other, the vibrations contributing to the pleasure. she tastes so good, but you can't eat her out properly because you're focused on the tongue on your own clit.

after making you come, both women sit next to you, their hands reaching back to your cunt. you reach out too, feeling the warmth of their pussies as you swirl their clits around with your fingers. at the same time, they both grab your hands and push your fingers inside of them, using your hand like their own toys. you caress the inside of them, pressing gently to make it feel better as they fuck themselves with your hands in tandem.

"awww you're so good for us, aren't you? you just want to be our little slut, right?"

you whimper and nod as they grind on your hands, come dripping off your fingers after they're done.

they've taken pity on you, it seems. they both reach back over, their hands still wet with your juices, and finger you together, just 1 finger each at first. you revel in it, enjoying every little bit of attention they'll give.

eventually, the two began kissing again over you, this time taking moments to suck each others nipples and let you suck on their fingers. after a while, you had come several times over. they helped you get dressed and led you back out into the party where you had to act normal and like the two most beautiful girls here hasn't just been knuckle deep in your cunt.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Hey have you ever thought about doing a story of two friends that a book in the library that turns both of them into himbo lovers

Oh. Are you talking about Dolan and Trevor? I forgot all about them. I kind of forgot about them after they got stuck in their himbo bodies. You see I never told you fellas about them because I didn’t want you scouring the libraries across the world trying to find the damn book. So it all happened when they were trying to something for their college research project. I forget what they were researching. I’d ask but….yeah they don’t know. Anyway so Dolan found this book and it was old and it looks cool and he was telling Trevor to come look at it. And they were holding it, and started reading the strange text allowed.

Then suddenly both of them began to change against their wills into their worst nightmares! Trevor being the cocky blonde didn’t was screaming in agony as his muscles inflated. Ripping out of his shit. His hair becoming platinum blonde naturally and his face becoming more square. His butt inflated and even his shoes burst from his feet getting 3 sizes bigger. He even got taller !! By the time he finished changing he was unrecognizable. He looked so different and it didn’t help that he was chuckling like an absolute moron. You could tell he was a nitwit. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing ! But what’s even more is that his family always told him to never be a big dumb jock. And to not act like a blonde and here he was now. Exactly that ! Big dumb and blonde! His family would disown him but he would be non the wiser with how stupid he was now.

Dolan on the other hand had some more severe changes. He not only was screaming I pain as his body was packed with muscles,but he also tally got..shorter. By a couple inches. And his feet grew four sizes completely ruining his shoes! That shorter frame made the muscle mass look even bulking and massive on him as it continued to grow expanding his frame further. And then the tattoos began to form. Now Dolan came from a hyper conservative family so it as if the book made home get tattoos in places that could be hidden. His knuckles. Forearm. Neck. And the. His ears became gauged with large 1 inch tunnels. While a thick black beard formed. And his hair slicked back. He too was a victim to the idiocracy as his iq plummeted. I swear I seen it hit the floor when his jaw did from how stupid he got all of a sudden. Or maybe that was the drop in his pants.

I will tell you though that the last I checked in on them. Dolan is the top. Even though he is shorter he is the himbo top of this duo. And they spend every minute together. It’s as if the book did everything to them that their families despised. But I feel they are happier.

[moonthehybrid]

Life Series design headcanons (pt.1)

Anyone got headcanon designs?? I do!

Interested to hear them?? No? to bad *throws them*

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Grian:

 obviously the well known one. Grian is a peregrine falcon and has bird feet/paws. But, starting in secret life, Grian starts wearing a plague doctor mask. Idk why- I just think as time goes on and his watcher side gets shown more, to hide his extra eyes on his face he wears a plague doctor mask. 

One of the shortest next to Bdubs in height. Wings on back and ears are bigger than his body and head. He has eyes on his ear wings and back wings as well. Waffle-colored messy hair. 

He has a lot of body movement and shows emotions with his body. But his wings on his back will stay completely still (they’re more active in Hermitcraft, cause they’re actually heavier in the Life Series) 

Scar:

 Scar is a half cat- because I said so- he’s got a short stubby tail, cat legs, cat ears, and a little cat nose. He has cat-like eyes. They dilate and expand like a cat does when he sees someone or something he likes or before he starts a fight. He also has the third eyelid- his arms are covered with scars and so is his body. His face is a little bit covered with scars. He also has messy hair, shortest in 3rd life and longest in secret (in the end he cuts it before Wild Life) 

Meets the same height as Etho. He has a cane that he uses to help him walk (has a limp) but it also holds a small sword that he uses as a last ditch effort if he doesn’t have another sword. It’s unlikely he will make eye contact with you- not because he’s nervous or shy, because he’s half of the time zoning out in his own world. 

Scott:

 Scott is a unicorn. In 3rd life he has a horn, which he loses after Ren cuts it off. It grows back in Wild Life (it’s small tho)

He has many different hair styles throughout the series. In 3rd life he had a tied back ponytail, in Last Life he has his hair style from Empires (which is like a elsa braid) Which is also cut by Ren before his (Ren’s) final death. (which he ties back into two braids and puts it on the side of his head in Empires 2) which in double life he just puts into a small braid. Which- is also cut off but by Joel this time. In Limited Life he has short fluffy hair. Then in Secret Life he has a small bun in the back. And finally in Wild Life he gets his ponytail back but it’s pulled up instead of down this time. (this might change in the next life series it just depends what hair style I can come up with-)

He has horse legs. He only shows them however in Limited Life and Wild Life. 

He meets the same height as Skizz and is only an inch shorter than Jimmy. He has a poppy flower ring he got from Jimmy in 3rd life, which is slightly broken as of wild life and the red is faded. But you will not see this ring on the same finger ever, he’s always playing and messing with it.

He also has 6 charms on his belt. A flower charm that is broken, a wolf charm that has 2 sides (the other side is a zombie wolf), a pufferfish charm, a star charm, and an eye charm.

He also moves a lot much like Grian but he’s more of a talker with his arms. He also does kick- yes he has broken ribs by doing that-  

Jimmy:

 Jimmy is obviously half canary. Beginning in 3rd life where after he dies from the tnt trap, his second death, he starts to grow small canary wings on his back and his ears started to get pointy and “feathery” (idk how to explain it) And after that every time he dies first his wings grow bigger and his ears turn more and more into wings. Limited Life is when his wings are bigger and his ears turned fully into wings.  His hair stays the same messy dirty blonde- 

He is only an inch taller than Skizz but they pretty much meet in equal height. He had a matching ring with Scott but lost it after his final death in 3rd life. Tied to his right wrist is a blue bandana, which he got for Double Life, Tango has a matching one. (which he, Tango, still wears on his neck) he wears his well known blue sweater, white t-shirt, and black pants. But in 3rd and Last Life he wears a captain america jacket. 

Martyn:

 Martyn is a dragon. Reason being, while yes dragons usually have rivalries with kings, they are also known to be the most loyal with people who have treated the right. And with the whole speech he gave to Ren before you know- cuttingoffhishead- I thought it was perfect. 

He has pointy ears, small dragon wings, dragon horns, and a dragon tail.

His horns and ears are their smallest in 3rd life. As most and more time goes on (and he becomes more and more of a listener) his horns grow a bit and so do his ears. His ears almost look like half elf ears from dnd in 3rd life. Small and pointy but not all that noticeable. In wild life they now look like the large pointy ears they are now. His wings pretty much stay the same. His hair is long. He wears it in a low ponytail in 3rd life, he wears it down in last and double life, and in a braid Limited life. No one knows why, but after Limited he cut it to the normal length it is now. He still has a scars body scars from past series, none noticeable unless he took off his shirt (the watchers did this to remind him of his failures) and one on his eye he got after last life 

He is the same height as Lizzie. I don’t really know how to describe his outfits- just look at his skins- 

He likes headbutting people he likes to show affection. And he has done it many times to Ren. He uses his wings to protect himself from damage, it’s not as effective as a shield but it’s still something. Smoke does sometimes come out of his nose when he is mad.

Ren:

Ren is a dog, obviously, he is an african wild dog! He has big ears, a small tail that is fully white with a bit of red fur. 

He has long hair. Unlike Scott he only wears it in two ways, hair down and hair up. Before his red life in 3rd life, he had his hair up in a high ponytail, that he then had it down for the rest of his red life. He wears it up for most of the other life series, other than wild where he wears it down after combining with Martyn (there is no other way to put that-) 

He is an inch or so taller than Skizz. He usually wears a red flannel with black straps. In 3rd life he wore a fancier outfit and a long red cape and Last life he wore a purple cloak with a green ring around it. 

Much like a dog, he does wag his tail when happy. He’s a bit embarrassed by it but- he can’t help it. Also this man is the KING of puppy eyes! Don’t try him! If you hurt his feelings he will give you the puppy eyes. 

Etho:

Etho is a tiger! A white tiger! Reasons being, he likes cats more than dogs and what is the most sneaky wild cat? Tigers! He has pure white hair, with a bit of black stripes in the tips, with small tiger ears poking out. He has his hair pulled back into a high ponytail. He has a small scar on his right eye, which is red. He has a cropped jacket with a very fluffy collar. He has the Canadian flag sewn into the left shoulder of the jacket. A mask that covers his mouth completely. And a long tiger tail.  

He is the same height as Scott. For his outfit choices, he only changed it two times. The first time was in 3rd life, where he placed a small cape underneath his collar that had the dogwarts flag colors. And he wears a tie in limited life to match his teammates. 

He shows a lot of emotions with his tail, more than he knows. He also lays his tail on the floor a lot, and a lot- I mean a lot of people step on his tail. It has gotten to the point he doesn’t care as much anymore but he definitely still flinches when someone steps on it. 

Skizzleman:

Skizz is an angel! He has two very large wings. His left wing is completely destroyed from the desert explosion in 3rd life as he was close to it and was also trying to cover Impulse. He has two smaller wings as his ears. He has blackish-brown hair that gains a bit of white in Limited life (why? Idk ageing I guess) He has his well known suit with the ripped off sleeves of course that show his arm scars (which he got from other series before the life series as well as some from 3rd life) he gets a scar on the back of his neck after limited life (as the watchers kept it there, sorta in a mocking way, since they hate how he ended his life to give time to his teammates, he wears it with pride tho)

He is the same height as Scott. In 3rd life he has the purple infection on his wings and arms, purple eyes, and a cloak with the dogwarts flag colors on it. In last life, in his red life, his hair has bits of red at the tips (I am not making his entire head red-) as well as some red on his wings. Nothing much changes in Limited Life. In Secret life he changes into a white and pink suit that has a heart on the left side of his chest and on the back (matching with Bigb and Tango) that gets more and more dirty throughout the episodes. In wild life he doesn’t change much, other than he has a chain on his pants that he puts a bird and a bat keychain on (for the spanners) he has a tattooed ring on his finger. And 3 bracelets, all made by Gem. (One bracelet is for Impulse, one for Tango, and one for Gem. Tango, Impulse, and Gem have matching.) 

Skizz, like said, has wings and you will never forget he does. Not only cause they're huge but also because he's not careful with them. Grian can keep his still even when he's angry, but Skizz- Impulse has the bruises to show how much he regrets standing by Skizz's wings when Skizz is angry-  and Skizz does not at all mean to do it on purpose it's a completely accident and he always apologizes after. But he just never learned how to keep them still. And, while he feels bad every time he accidentally hits someone, he doesn't care to learn how- which doesn't help him with pvp he always trips on his own wings or smacks himself with them during fights.

He likes showing his emotions in strange ways. Of course with his classic Skizz noises but also his wings. Especially when he's scared. He flaps his wings to make himself look bigger, as if he's not a 6 foot giant, but it's like how some birds do in the wild. And, Impulse will never admit this, but he also does the same thing (has tiny wings)

And for something sweet, he will wrap his wings around his friends when he sees they're feeling down cause they're really soft and Tango hatttttesss it. Not that he doesn't appreciate it he does actually appreciate it but considering Skizz is so much taller than Tango his wing pretty much just absorbs him- And Skizz will sometimes purposely cover him-

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This is part one cause I have many more just haven't gotten to writing all of them! so have these guys.

also @azariatales here you go! Scott hair lore!

[albatmobile]

parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar pt. 2

[1] [2] [3] [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 8k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

After your wild night out, you’re not expecting to be approached by Roy- Mr. Harper, you correct yourself.

“It doesn’t feel right with me knowing,” he says, clearly panicked when he paces into your classroom as soon as you open the door for him.

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Harper,” you say. You rub at your temple, feeling a headache stirring. 

You follow behind his quick gate, stopping yourself just barely from laughing as he plops into the small kid chair that sits in front of your desk. You move to sit behind your desk, noting how you’re suddenly an inch or so taller than him in your position. 

You’re wearing a tight, white v-neck, long sleeve bodysuit over top form-fitting professional pants, red heels and your signature glasses. The low-cut top leaves Mr. Harper at eye level with your lofty cleavage, something he evidently becomes distracted by. He shakes himself from it quickly enough, though, to focus back on your confused face.

He seems to disregard your words as if too lost in his own head.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. His guilty green eyes peer up at you.

“For…?”

You’re quickly losing patience and he’s quickly losing confidence.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he begins quickly. “The tip was a mistake. I was going back and forth on it, but again, I seriously didn’t mean anything by it and I-”

“Mean anything by what?” This dude is not making a lick of sense. What tip?

His eyes search yours for something, but you only offer him confusion in return. He seems to notice and continues on with his ramblings, “I swear I didn’t know it was you at first. Once, I did I just-" He continues to babble and you find yourself tuning him out. 

Your hair keeps falling in your face and this is already the second time you’ve pushed it back behind your ear but it’s obvious it won’t cooperate. Maybe if you’d been paying more attention, you’d notice the way Mr. Harper’s eyes linger on the hair tie you have around your lithe fingers. Maybe you’d even notice how he trails off, mouth agape as you tie your hair up and out of the way.

When you go to stand to put an end to this, he pops up as well and it’d be hard not to notice his-

“Mr. Harper,” you trail off uncomfortably as you eye the growing situation in his pants. You can’t help but be reminded of the voyeur in the alley last night. “What exactly’s going on here?”

He quickly grabs a folder off your desk to cover himself, something you grant him the consideration of ignoring as you edge closer to the door.

“Jesus.” Mr. Harper uses his free hand to run a terse hand through his fiery locks. “I’m not trying to- Look. I just,” he trails off in frustration. “I know what you do,” he says, sounding the calmest he's been ever since this weird conversation started.

You freeze, hand on the door as you face the disheveled man in front of you. You don’t necessarily think he poses a threat, but you don’t fucking know and he obviously knows what you are.

Knows what you do. 

You’re fucked. You’re fired. Sayonara, bitch- that’s how this always ends.

You mentally prepare yourself for the tough road ahead, figuring ending this conversation is the first step to fucking moving on, but he won’t even grant you mercy.

“Then say it,” you urge defensively, hand curling more around the handle with each passing second.

“avid_reader,” he says, watching as your hand tightens around the door handle.

You’re debating just leaving him there in your classroom, but your shit is all still on your desk. You probably should leave him in here and go get help, but you don’t. What would you even say, anyway? “Hey, I’m a cam model on the side and this dude who jacks it to me just figured everything out. Please help?” Yeah, that’s not going to work.

Instead, you stand there feeling tidal waves of embarrassment and anxiety washing down on you.

“You’re not the first person to figure it out,” you say. The words snap out of your mouth before you can stop them. You cross your arms across your chest as a means of comfort, but it only puffs out your cleavage even further. You sigh, dropping your arms as you approach the redhead. You don’t mean to but you stop closer to the man than you’d meant, leaving him to back against the desk behind him as you continue forward. “If you want to transfer Lian, I understand,” you offer, but he’s already shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like you’ve got the wrong idea. Regardless of his reaction, you continue. “Just please don’t tell,” you plead with him. “I can’t afford to lose this job again.”

He looks completely stupefied by how this is unfolding.

You half expect him just to walk out the door as you’d planned to do, not even seconds prior, but he doesn’t. If anything, he seems relieved (?) by your reaction.

“Why do you even need the side job?” Out of all the things to come from his mouth, you’re definitely not expecting that. 

“Technically, if we’re talking pay, this is my side job,” you respond, gesturing to the classroom around you halfheartedly. “35k a year doesn’t exactly pay bills, or well, much of anything at all,” you snort humorlessly. “Again, I totally understand if you want to transfer Lian, though.”

Mr. Harper’s mind still looks like it’s reeling from the reveal and his dick still obviously is, too, as it remains half-mast. His voice is gruff as he stares down at your smaller form. Even though he’s the one being cornered, you still somehow feel like the prey.

“Why would I do that?” he asks quietly.

There’s an obvious heat behind his eyes, one you’d have to be dumb not to miss. It’s clearly not escaping either of you that your close position is reminiscent of your infamous scene.

You watch as his lips open, then close as if debating whether or not to take it further. His eyes are half-lidded, almost like he’s high on your presence alone. 

He gulps, watching your eyes trail across his every minute reaction as if it might stop at any second. 

It has to stop.

It’s one thing to be a cam girl and it’s another to suck off one of the parents in the classroom. Yup, nope. Not doing it. However, you grant him the satisfaction of staying a finger-width away from his chest for just a moment longer.

You sigh, “I don’t have time for this superfluous conversation, Mr. Harper.” You give him as stern of a look as you can manage.

“Damn, you’re killin’ me here, babe- Miss,” he says your name again and watch as his breathing sputters under your slitted gaze. 

“It’s best we keep this completely professional. Just because I…” you trail off, knowing he gets the point. “Doesn’t mean we can ignore the circumstances I’m under. I really care about these kids and I wouldn’t want anything to jeopardize this position.” 

You know he’s holding off on a comment about the position you’re both currently in in favor of backing away in understanding.

“Totally got you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all.”

You sigh in relief. Out of all the confrontations you’ve had about this topic, this has definitely been the easiest. Dare you say that Mr. Harper even seemed like a pretty cool dude. If you weren’t his daughter’s teacher, you’d definitely-

No, you can’t allow yourself to think like that.

“Thank you for, you know,” you hesitate, “not ratting me out.” 

“Never,” he assures you with the most seriousness he’s displayed since you’ve met him.

You move, opening the door for him and getting blasted by whatever delicious cologne he’s wearing as you see him out. 

He hesitates as if he wants to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Have a good day, Mr. Harper,” you say, granting him a small, genuine smile before shutting the door behind you.

You know he hasn’t moved and you know he knows you haven’t moved. The two of you stand there on either side of the door reveling in the last dregs of whatever the fuck that conversation constituted as.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale sign of his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum and you finally allow your heels to clack back over to your desk. You slump in your chair, head in your hand, wondering what the fuck you’ve just gotten yourself into.

➸💋➸

You received your annual invite to the Wayne Holiday Gala months ago, though you honestly had considered not coming this year. However, after your run-ins with Jason, you decide to show up.

You end up spending most of the night with the kids in the daycare area. As unappetizing as it may sound to some, making small talk with the stuffy Gotham elites in the other room definitely sounds like the shittier end of the bargain.

You’re in the middle of a makeover session, which seems to involve a lot of poking and pulling when you hear it.

“Oh, no fucking way.” Your body stiffens at the familiar voice. “This is so rich.”

“Mr. Harper,” you say without turning around. You thank the little kids around you for the glitter bomb they’ve set off on you as you rise. Your form-fitting, high-slitted dress unfurls as you do so, revealing the extravagance of your gown (x).

He cleans up very nice. 

You try to hide how you check him out, but it doesn’t seem to matter too much as he’s preoccupied with raking his eyes up and down your curves. You watch as his freckled cheeks turn red.

“How’d you know?” His voice is extra scratchy tonight and it’s doing things to you.

“You’re the only one of my parents who curses like a sailor no matter who’s in the room,” you explain. At this, you gesture down to the kids who’ve made you look like you’re going to Coachella rather than a gala.

The little girl closest to you keeps trying to tug at your hair, but Mr. Harper sits down and offers her his long locks in your stead. 

“Are you,” he trails off, looking away from your eyes to fiddle with his black tie. “Is it okay that I sit here with you?”

It’s a vulnerable question after the clear shift after he approached you in your classroom all those weeks ago. 

“I don’t own the place,” you say with a shrug as you sit back down with crossed legs beside him. “So, what are you doing here tonight?”

“My friend’s back in town and said he might be here tonight, so,” he trails off as he motions to his cornflower blue tux. It’s fucking ugly as shit and, somehow, it couldn’t look better on the muscular man.

“Where’s Lian?” you ask, blushing as soon as you realize you’ve asked.

Roy, however, seems pleased by your question. He points over to the other side of the room where she’s playing some combo of hide-and-seek and tag with a group of kids. 

“She loves these kinds of things,” he says. “She wouldn’t let me miss out once she heard we’d been invited,” Lian catches your eye and waves excitedly before she’s pulled back into the game. “What about you?”

His voice lulls you into an easy smile. “Didn’t expect to see me here?” you tease.

“I didn’t say that,” he jests back as he tries to navigate the minefield that is this conversation. “You look good,” he says finally, though his eyes are forcibly focused on Lian.

You follow along as she gets chased around to avoid being tagged. The smile that’s adorned your face ever since he came in the room has yet to dull, something you’re sure he notices as his cheeks burn red.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. It’s your turn to blush when you feel his eyes finally shift back to you. You make the hard decision to focus on the kids running around rather than on his stunning, verdant eyes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It seems like your words have given him the confidence to… well, you’re not exactly sure, but he definitely seems more cocky now. However, a tiny voice interrupts before he gets a chance to respond.

“Go!”

“No, you!”

Your head turns to the gaggle of well-dressed kids currently shoving each other your way.

“Excuse me!” 

“Hello,” you greet them, smiling at their cute display.

“They said you’re a princess,” a small girl in a tutu says quietly as she sidles up to you. All the while, she wrings her hands behind her back as three other girls stand behind her shyly awaiting your response. 

Before you can think of something to say, Roy swoops in.

“She’s 100% a princess,” Roy assures them with a playful wink sent your way. “Right, princess?”

You snort, trying not to be affected by the wink, “Right.”

You’re covered in shitty body glitter in a gown that anyone else’s here easily dwarfs. You feel far from a princess. Hell, the only reason you’d even been invited anyway had been because of your mom’s legacy.

The kids convince you to play heroes and robbers. Roy watches from the sidelines as you use a pink bow and arrow toy to stave off the waves of robbers that now includes Lian. Soon, she drags her dad to play, convinced that he needs to show you how to use the arrow for some reason.

“You’re not lining up the arrow right,” he says as he comes up to stand behind you. 

“Mr. Harper,” you can hardly contain your eye roll, “it’s plastic.”

“Is this okay?” he asks as his hand hovers above your own.

Is it?

“Yeah,” you breathe before you lose the courage.

His firm chest presses against your back as he guides your hands on the bow. His soft hands trickle along your skin, effortlessly teasing you all the while.

“You know, we’re not at school,” you startle at what he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “You can just call me Roy.”

You hesitate. 

Is this crossing a line? 

It’s just a name, you reason before giving in. “Alright, Roy,” you appease him. You just  know he’s smiling big and a curious glance behind you proves it’s even dorkier of a grin than you’d imagined. “Don’t make me regret this,” you huff, settling back around the bow with his gentle guidance.

“Never.”

You release the arrow and, for once, it actually hits the target. The kids go nuts like you’ve just told them they get candy every day forever.

This is exactly when he shows up…

“Figures I’d find the two of you here.”

You startle, turning around with the toy bow and arrow still poised in your hands to find- “Jason.”

“What’s up,” he says, looking highly amused, though his only tell is the blatant mirth behind his emerald eyes.

Roy removes himself from around your smaller form to face your friend, who also seems to know Roy.

“I thought you didn’t come to these things anymore,” Roy says, confusing you even more.

“You know Jason?” you ask the redheaded man.

Roy backs away with an unreadable gaze as he shoots back a question your way, “Have the two of you met before?” It sounds pointed, like he somehow knows you guys fucked in the alley.

Your eyes flicker over to the darker-haired gentleman, wondering if Jason didn’t want him to know. He’s smiling like he’s in on something you aren’t, though, so you take it as a sign you can divulge.

“A couple of times,” you respond nonchalantly.

“A couple of times?!” Roy repeats in disbelief, shooting Jason a look he has no choice but to laugh at. After this, Jason and Roy seem to be holding a conversation with their eyes alone. 

You hand off the bow and arrow to the little girl who asks to use it before turning your attention back to the men who seem to have come to some agreement without ever having spoken. 

“I should’ve known the horndog dad she was talking about was you, Harper,” Jason says. At this, you clearly appear embarrassed to have been caught talking about Roy, but Roy’s too embarrassed that his flirting’s been so obvious. “So,” he drawls with his hypnotizing deep voice, “what’ve you guys been up to?”

“Just this mostly,” you tell him, gesturing to the glitter and toys scattered around. Your heels are starting to kill your feet, so you make to sit down again. 

Both men, much to your amusement, help you down before sitting beside you. The kids immediately come up and try to play with his hair like they were with you and Roy, but it’s too short. They ultimately resort to makeup and more glitter, leaving you to wonder just who the fuck was giving these kids body glitter?

The three of you amuse the kids for a bit longer before Jason signals the two of you to follow him.

Roy tells Lian he’ll be right back and to stay in the childcare area while he’s gone. You watch after the two of them, not feeling Jason’s calculating eyes on the side of your face until you turn and meet them.

“What?”

He just shakes his head with a light smirk. An attendant walks by with a fresh tray of champagne flutes and Jason asks for them to stop and takes the tray from their hands. You raise a questioning brow when he hands you one before downing a glass.

Yeah, you could stand to get fucked up.

You smile, following suit as you down the glass, then another. Soon, Roy sidles up beside you and joins in on a few. Jason easily out drinks you and you’re not trying to get to the point where you’re too drunk. Right now, you feel a pleasant, tipsy hum vibrating across your tingling skin.

Roy takes the drinks slower but still downs one or two.

By the time the three of you are done, the tray of 10 glasses is completely empty. From here, Jason takes you and Roy around the parts no one else dares venture, ultimately stumbling upon Bruce Wayne’s office.

“Holy shit,” you gasp as you walk into the ornate room. 

The entire room is covered in deep, rich wood and is filled with shelves upon shelves of old-looking literature. It looks like what the two cheap sets you’ve been on were trying to emulate but could never come close to. 

Your fingers trail delicately across the fabric spines of books that adorn the wall-to-wall bookshelves in appreciation.

“Yeah,” Jason says. The muscular man sidles up beside you to pull out the copy of The Happy Prince you’ve been eyeing. “Haven’t been in here since I was a kid, but it still holds up to what I remember.” He stares down at your pick before handing it off to you. You hold it delicately, something he chuckles at, “You’re not going to fuck it up; trust me, he wouldn’t notice even if you did. Old man doesn’t have time to read anymore.”

“Oh?” you respond, not quite sure what else to say.

Jason merely nods. “I used to sneak in here or the library after patro- bedtime,” he coughs as he corrects himself. “Wilde is one of my favorites.”

You feel the all-telling stare of Roy from behind where Jason has you trapped against the shelf. When you turn around, however, he pretends to be preoccupied with the random knickknacks on the desk. 

“Who’s your favorite, Roy?”

He looks up from the paperweight he’s holding as if surprised to be addressed by you. “John Knowles is always good. Can’t go wrong with Ray Bradbury,” the redhead says.

You nod in approval, missing how Jason’s eyes flash mischievously as he glances between the two of you. 

“A Separate Peace has always been one of my go-to’s,” you add shyly. 

You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because you’re not at the school, maybe it’s the fact you’re far away from the party, but you actually feel nervous around Roy right now. What’s making it worse is that Jason seems to notice. Much to your chagrin, he ups the ante between the two of you as if finding amusement in seeing the two of you blush so profusely.  

Jason suddenly moves from beside you and off somewhere in the corner to fiddle around with an antiqued globe. You watch, trying to ignore Roy in your peripheral, as the top half of the globe opens to reveal crystal glasses and containers.

While Jason pours the three of you more drinks, you and Roy get to talking about, well, just about everything. The cadence and ease at which the two of you switch from topic to topic is incredible. You feel like you’ve known the freckled man forever by the time Jason’s handing you a heavy, intricate glass.

You thank him, quirking a brow at his knowing smile. He just shakes his head. “You two are fucking hilarious, you know that?” Jason teases.

You don’t.

A quick look at Roy proves his confusion as well. However, one glance at his friend leads to another one of their eyes-only conversations that seems to bring Roy in on the joke. You, on the other hand, are left to flounder in front of your attractive company.

“And why is that?” you finally bite. 

Roy seems content to sip at his glass with raised brows as he watches the scene unfold. 

“I’m just surprised you guys haven’t up and fucked already.” 

You and Roy begin sputtering at the same time. Luckily, Roy seems to gather his bearings fast enough to respond so you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.

“Jay, what?” Roy practically chokes.

You and Roy still, looking at Jason to gauge the seriousness of his words. Roy then looks down at you to judge your reaction.

You know you shouldn’t fuck him. You really shouldn’t fuck him.

You can’t fuck him, but…

“Guess it’d only be fair,” Roy snorts at Jason’s words, but you don’t understand. “I don’t mind sharing with friends.”

The three of you return to a silent stare-down of who’s going to be the first to make a move.

Fuck it. You’re tipsy and horny and there are two attractive as fuck men in front of you. This is definitely a far cry from the boring night you thought you were in for.

“Are you sure, Jason?” you finally ask.

Roy’s breath catches audibly in his throat once he realizes you’re seriously considering it. “Princess, you’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t think- I wouldn’t want you to feel like this is,” he trails off, eyes searching yours.

He’s cute and thoughtful, okay? How can you not fuck him now?

With Jason’s blessing, you push forward, corralling Roy against the desk until your chest is flush against his.

“Takes more than liquor and a few glasses of champagne to count me out, Mr. Harper,” you say, realizing too late you’ve used the wrong name, though it doesn’t seem like he minds in the slightest. “Sorry,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be,” he bites his lip, “it’s really fucking hot.” His hands close around the mahogany desk behind him as if keeping him from ravishing you right then and there. “Gotta admit, though, it’s been a few years since I’ve done anything,” he begins the tell-tale signs of his signature rambling, but you cut him off with a deep, slow kiss. It steals the rest of the words from his mouth as your body melts against his. “You don’t care that I’m out of practice?” Roy asks vulnerably.

You slowly wipe at the spit you’ve left on his lips before allowing your eyes to flicker up and meet his. He’s already looking at you when you do like he can’t believe this is actually happening.

“Not at all,” you smirk lightly at his surprised look as you turn his words back on him, “it’s hot.” 

He groans at your words as if he’s holding himself back from flipping your position and fucking you against the desk. He doesn’t, though. Roy sits back against the desk and lets you do whatever you please.

“Really?” He stares down at your wandering hands with wide, uncertain eyes.

You nod, biting at your bottom lip. “I can help you practice,” you offer salaciously.

His jaw drops and you can’t help but laugh alongside Jason.

“Can I touch you?” his deep voice rumbles across your skin, further spurring the stammering beat of your heart. You nod, but it’s not enough for him. “Tell me you want me.”

You smile up at him. “I want you, Roy,” you breathe.

“Fuck,” he moans. You watch as his dick twitches against the pants of his ugly suit. “Jay, are you sure you want to share?”

He’s sitting in the large chair behind the desk behind Roy, palming himself through his pants. “Just fuck already,” he replies darkly, voice thick with arousal.

Jason looks absolutely sinful. His thick thighs are spread temptingly in the head chair with his button-up completely unbuttoned to reveal his toned stomach. His suit jacket remains on, as well as his tie, though it’s loosened and strewn lazily across his shoulder.

Roy exhales sharply before flipping your position in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, you’re being lifted onto the desk with Roy slotting between your thick thighs before your mouth is overtaken by his. You arch extra for Jason, who’s behind you and break away from the redhead to turn around and lean down slightly to kiss the other man.

Jason’s rough thumb runs along your jawline as he flicks his tongue teasingly against yours. Meanwhile, Roy’s hands roam your body tentatively as if he’s scared he’ll do something wrong.

“Jason,” you breathe against his soft lips as you pull apart, “tell him he’s not going to break me.”

“Tell him yourself,” Jason huffs like he can’t believe you pulled away to say that.

Soon, he’s shoving his calloused hands into your dress to cup your lofty tits and expose them to the room. You gasp, something he uses as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, though his hands eventually move, finding Roy’s hands and moving over top of them to sink them into your skin.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he finally allows himself to divulge in your curves. He throws off his blue suit jacket, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt before focusing back on you. His eyes linger over your tits as if memorizing them. 

It’s cute.

Your finger beckons him hither. Your half-lidded eyes slip close as two sets of hands and mouths descend upon you in all the right places.

Jason moves to stand behind you at the desk, caressing up and down your exposed skin. His mouth leaves slick kisses along your neck, stopping to suck every few seconds to draw airy moans from your plump lips. Meanwhile, Roy’s mouth attaches to your collarbone, moving lower to suck your tits into his mouth with an appreciative whine as his fingers explore lower.

“Jay,” Roy’s voice breaks, leaving you to moan in response. His fingers trickle close to the top of the slit of your dress, begging to go further. k“I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear.”

Suddenly, they’re on each other, kissing over your shoulder with a clashing of tongues and teeth. It’s aggressive and, honestly, some of the hottest shit you’ve ever seen. You spread your legs even further before allowing your fingers to trickle up to your pulsating clit, but Roy stops you.

You look at the redhead in dazed confusion, just wanting some fucking relief, but he won’t allow it. “Please,” you beg, shifting your hips flush against the bulge in his pants, but he refuses to relent. “I need you to touch me.”

“Say my name,” he says darkly, fingers hovering right above where you’re desperate for it. 

You meet his wanton gaze head-on, whimpering as Jason leaves hickeys across your shoulders. You so desperately want to buck into Roy’s hand, but his firm grip on your hip prevents you from doing so. 

“Roy,” you moan, using your cam voice. 

He seems to notice because his resolve seems to crumble. “So good, baby,” Roy starts to ramble. “You’re so fucking sexy. You want to get fucked?” 

Jason’s breathing sputters against your ear as he finally allows himself to unzip his pants. His hard member rocks against the top of your ass and lower back with his hands reaching around you to tease your nipples. You arch backward against him with a loud cry.

“Please!” You’re not even necessarily answering Roy’s question. You just need something, anything from either of them and you need it right now. You squirm in the hold, bucking and writhing for any kind of contact you can get, but both are playing hard to get. 

“Should we give her what she wants, Harper?” Jason turns to Roy, ignoring your pleas completely.

You mewl when Roy finally rubs his thumb against your aching clit. However, the contact is gone as quickly as it began, leaving you just as desperate as you’ve felt this entire time. 

“I don’t know, Jay,” Roy responds sadistically. “Maybe we should make her wait a little bit longer.”

If they’re going to tease you, you’re definitely willing to do the same.

If they weren’t going to touch you, you’d just have to touch them. You waste no time in latching on to Roy’s sweaty neck, nipping and sucking hickeys into his collection of freckles as you mouth along his exposed shoulders.

“How are we doing this?” Jason asks gruffly, stirring excitement in your lower stomach. 

Regardless of all the talk, you know neither will be able to resist much longer.

Roy bites at his lower lip cheekily, eyes trailing down your exposed body as he considers the question. “I’m going to bend her over this desk, fuck her ass up,” Roy says. At this, the redhead gauges your reaction and, when he sees no hesitation, does just this. “Feel free to join in, I don’t care,” he says to Jason as he rubs his clothed erection against your arched ass as if testing the waters. “This alright, beautiful?”

Roy’s cock against your ass, or the dangerous look Jason has in his eyes as you come eye-level with his leaking cock.

“Answer him,” Jason demands cooly. He lifts your head with an assured grip as he draws your gaze from his twitching cock to his dark eyes.

Your body responds earnestly to all the stimulation, moaning his name with a broken, “Yes.”

The tip of Jason’s tongue pokes out to lick at his lips. You watch as his eyes flicker to Roy behind you with palpable desire as he brings his leaking tip against your pliant lips. He slips in with a groan, hands falling to the edges of the desk, curled white-knuckled to prevent himself from completely ravishing your throat right then and there.

“So good,” Jason praises. His thumb trickles at the corner of your mouth gently while his hips snap slowly but roughly into your mouth. “Now, show Roy how good you are.”

You groan around his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he picks up the pace. At the same time, you feel Roy lining himself up with your cunt and start to suck Jason more ardently.

Roy’s cock pushes against your tight entrance, slipping in slowly with an appreciative sigh from both of you. You feel him bob up and down from within you as soon as he settles. A quick look behind you proves how his orange locks cascade deliciously in front of his flushed, freckled cheeks.

“You feel so good inside me,” you breathe. To gain more friction, you wiggle your ass around his thickness, spurring an accidental snap of his hips. The sharp momentum sends you forward into Jason, who merely cups your face and draws you up for a deep, edging-on, rough kiss that leaves you backing helplessly against Roy for relief. “Fuck!”

He finally offers it, probably knowing he wasn’t going to last for shit, anyway. The redhead’s freckled hands caress and spread your cheeks as he sputters out uncoordinated, breathy thrusts into your tight heat. All the while, he spews the absolute most obscene things you’ve ever heard. Roy wraps your hair around his hand, forcing the rhythm on Jason’s dick as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. This only lasts for so long before you feel the shakiness in his thrusts.

“Jason,” Roy calls out from behind, “I need to tap for a second.”

Jason merely rolls his eyes, drawing you from his cock to his mouth for a lewd, terse kiss that leaves you breathless. You watch as his muscular form moves around the desk to settle behind you by Roy.

“You still good with this?” Jason asks, still a way back from your ass that’s arched over the desk. 

You look at him from over your shoulder with a playful glint behind your eyes. “Just fuck me already, Jason.” Jason wastes no time in pushing his tip into your tight heat. He remains like this, creating lewd noises as his tip bobs shallowly in and out of your slick cunt. “Please,” you beg after he continues like this for another beat. “I need you deeper. Jay, please!”

He chuckles darkly, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

It’s all the warning you get before he pushes into you fully. He remains seated as you squirm against the large intrusion, with desperate gasps and moans spilling from you as you do.

Jason’s thrusts start out innocent enough, exploratory in a sense. They soon grow more desperate and harsher as he responds to the wanton cries you produce each time he bottoms out inside you.

Soon, Roy’s tapping back in and the fun truly begins.

That’s how you end up bent over the desk in your dress and heels, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life as both men take turns fucking in and out of you. It’s completely sadistic how they use your body just the way you need, drawing noises and reactions from you that you’ve never experienced before. If this had been a stream, you know you’d rake in a record amount of tips- how could you not when you looked this wrecked?

You see yourself in the window in front of you, staring at your tits as they bounce in time with the varied thrusts. Eventually, they seem to catch on to what you’re doing and meet your unfocused gaze in the reflection as they make a mess of you.

“Shit,” Jason groans when his tip catches against your entrance as he slows down the pace once again to tease you. It works. You’re left mewling and bucking helplessly against his firm grip that keeps you in place from doing so. 

Roy decides he wants you to get a taste of him and take the position Jason had earlier for you to suck him into your mouth. His member is slick and tastes like your pussy, only serving to make you moan wantonly against his thickness. The vibrations only amplify when Jason smacks your cheeks in quick succession, then moves to cradle and soothe them.

You feel completely and utterly used.

Soon, Roy’s breathing sputters in just a way that Jason knows to pull out. He begins to jack off over your jiggling ass as Roy slips inside of you once again. Their lips connect and you watch their sensual kiss through the reflection on the glass as you feel pressure mounting within you.

Your tongue lulls out without you even realizing it.

Jason, however, does.

“Two guys in your pussy isn’t enough for you?” Jason questions darkly as he makes eye contact with you. “You need a cock in your mouth, too?” You bite at your bottom lip, giving him all the answers he needs. “Tell me where you need me.”

Like he doesn’t already know.

“I need your cock shoved down my throat,” you say, panting lightly. The entire time, you maintain eye contact through the reflection in the window as you respond coquettishly. “Will you fuck my throat, Jason?”

“Say please,” he retorts in a dangerous voice that leaves you bucking back against Roy’s dick with a breathy moan.

“Please, Jason?”

“Good girl.” With this, Jason complies easily, choking you with his length as he thrusts against your pliant lips.

Roy doesn’t last much longer after you beg Jason to fuck your throat again.

“Fucking, damnit,” Roy curses, pulling out of you before you can even comprehend what’s happening. “Man, what the fuck?” 

You pull off Jason’s cock with a lewd ‘pop’ as you look over your shoulder. 

Roy’s got one hand cupped under his dick to collect his come, with the other running aggravatedly through his hair. It’s definitely not the ending you were expecting and you can’t help but laugh. He’s such a fucking loser and it’s only making you more and more attracted to him for some reason.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone wants to hear from a pornstar they bang,” he grumbles, though his words only make you laugh harder. He smacks you lightly on the hip, motioning for you to turn over so you can press your bare body into his firm chest. “Give me a sec, babe. I’ve got you.

“I’m actually quite flattered to be called me a pornstar,” you jest as you wiggle into the new position.

“Well, what would you consider yourself?”

“A random bitch who does porn.”   He looks at you like you’re insane. “Your video got in the fucking tens of millions, dude.”

He draws another easy laugh from you, “'Dude’ is seriously what you’re calling me right now?”

“No,” he starts lowly, “but feel free to start calling me Mr. Harper more often.”

At this, his dick slightly twitches back to life, leaving you to roll your eyes. However, you gasp when he drops to a crouch, now eye-level with your pulsating cunt and inadvertently attempt to close your legs, but he won’t allow it. He pries your thick legs open with greedy eyes and a firm grip, preventing you from shutting them again.

You groan, arching against his restraint in anticipation of what’s to come.

Jason runs a calloused hand through your hair that’s splayed out across his father’s paperwork. He then collects as much of your hair as he can and grips it, using the hold to force your head back onto his dick. His one hand remains in your hair while the other trails down from your tits to rub at your clit.

Your appreciative moans vibrate around his large member, drawing the most erotic noises you’ve ever heard from the man.

Roy’s tongue finally trickles out, teasing you with light licks along your folds, then pressured kisses to your inner thighs.

“‘M so fucking lucky, babe,” the redhead groans against your cunt as he finally picks up the pace. Roy’s tongue seems to know all the right places and all the right pressure to get you bucking against his smirking mouth. “I’ve dreamed about this shit.” He meets your half-lidded gaze as he licks a long, thick trail from your entrance up to your clit. “Fucking you just like this, getting to taste your sweet little pussy,” he says. As if to prove his point, he mouths along your cunt, slurping your juices into his already dripping mouth. “Forced me to sleep in underwear so I don’t have to change my sheets every night, princess.” 

“Roy,” you moan. You can’t help but push further against his tongue, hips sputtering against his skillful appendage for more. Your head falls backward, taking Jason back into your mouth with a forcefulness that has him tightening the grip in your hair.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “Say my name just like that.”

He eats you out, only removing his mouth to shove a finger inside of you when you’re getting close again.

You let out an embarrassing cry, leaving Jason to remove his cock. He smacks your flushed cheeks with his cock so he and Roy can both hear the full extent of you coming undone.

“Please,” you beg, arching off the desk. “Right there, Roy- fuck!”

With two different people working your pussy, you know you won’t last long.

Jason’s calloused pad against your clit and Roy’s expert tongue is all too much. You’ve never had it feel like this before- not even close. All the while, Roy continues to use moves you’ve never felt, but damn do you want to feel them again. 

Preferably soon.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I need your come on my fingers,” he says your name like a demand.

You have no choice but to obey when he finally manages a second finger. 

You come against Roy’s expert tongue. Your hips sputter sporadically against his curled fingers inside of you, all while you force Jason back down your throat, effectively giving you the best orgasm of your life. When you finally catch your breath, you lift yourself weakly onto your elbows. The sight that meets you makes you laugh as both men are standing in front of you, ready for another round.

Fuck.

This round is hazy and steamy as the three of you find a new, sensual rhythm that drives you crazy.

They continue switching off fucking into you with sloppier movements, taking turns kissing you and each other as Roy plays with your clit and Jason plays with your tits. At some point, Jason places his calloused hand on your lower stomach in a way that makes every thrust feel so much more intensified. You know you won’t last long.

Your hips snap tantalizingly against Roy’s thrusts. against his fiery hair with reckless abandon as you feel another orgasm drawing near.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos as your face scrunches up in absolute pleasure. “There we go. Give it to me, I want your come all over my dick. Good,” Roy praises as his fluid thrusts milk out your second orgasm of the night.

Your breathing sputters as you release on his hard length, squeezing down as you spasm around him until he’s forced to pull out. You’re still twitching in Jason’s arms as Roy spatters his come across your pussy and lower stomach.

“So fucking good,” you groan, allowing Jason to support the majority of your weight as you slink against his toned chest.

Roy stares at your fucked-out form in disbelief. He notices your smirk and blushes, beginning his usual rambling that you can’t help but be enamored by.

“If you want, my roommate won’t be in for most of the night.”

Jason snorts, you assume, at Roy’s attempt to get you back to his place.

You surprise everyone in the room, yourself included, when you ultimately agree, “Alright.”

➸💋➸

You wake up with a headache in an unfamiliar room.

There’s a random drum set in the corner, as well as various band tees and posters littered across the walls. Memories flood back to the forefront of your brain as you stare at the picture on the nightstand and groan.

Mr. Harper. No- Roy.

You hear the shower going from somewhere close by and use it as a chance to look around and gather your bearings.

You remember the office sex, driving back with Jason so Roy could put Lian to bed. You remember coming back to Roy’s place and fucking, changing into one of his loose shirts, then watching some dumb movie on his bed with tequila. After that, though, the memories all carry a hazy edge.

You find your dress lying across the desk in his room and silently pad over to it. Underneath the satin fabric is his partially opened laptop that dings out a familiar tone as if on cue. You change back into your evening gown, looking at your phone that lights up with a notification reminder about your stream later tonight. It’s too much of a coincidence for you not to sit there and debate snooping. Ultimately, curiosity gets the best of you as you open the screen fully.

What you find stops your heart.

He currently has tabs pulled up about some sort of mechanical issue with a motorcycle engine, the other tab is about nearby kids museums and activities. It’s the flashing tab all the way at the end that sends chills up your spine.

It’s your cam page.

Not only that, but it’s his chat log with you, showing the last message he sent.

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

Holy shit, he’s a stalker.

Holy shit, you walked right into it.

The shower’s still going when you finally find yourself able to move again. You waste no time in rushing out of his room, searching desperately for an escape. The front door is too close to the slightly opened bathroom door for you to be able to sneak out of. You turn around and find a balcony, sighing when you realize this is your best bet.

Fire escape it is.

Donning last night's dress and remnants of body glitter, you slip out onto the balcony for your first and worst walk of shame ever.

No, actually, it gets so much worse.

“Well, this is a new one.”

You startle, turning to face Jason who’s smoking.

“Jason?” you exclaim in surprise. You’re entirely confused. He’s Roy’s roommate??? You move over to the ledge where he’s standing and look down at the ten flights you’ll have to traverse down in your heels with a sigh.

It’s going to be a long day.

“He slept on the couch, you know,” Jason says, taking a drag before offering it to you. “Nothing happened after the movie. I promise.”

For some reason, you believe him, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still seriously disturbed by what you’ve found. For fuck’s sake, Roy had watched your stream before the parent teacher conference knowing it was you and tipped you after. It’s entirely fucking creepy and way too contrived to be a mistake.

The pounding in your head takes over your senses as you take a hit off the cigarette. You sputter as soon as the smoke hits your lungs, immediately wishing you hadn’t taken the shit at all. Thankfully, Jason holds in the laugh you can tell is bubbling in his throat, something you appreciate.

Inside, the faucet squeaks off and you quickly realize that if you’re going, you better go.

You hand back the cigarette and shuffle down the first few stairs before looking back at Jason, “You never saw me.” 

By the time you get to the bottom, you look up to find the man’s already gone.

You need a fucking aspirin. 

A/N: work has been stressing me out and I recently got diagnosed w an autoimmune disease so we b dealing with that shit. i saw the eclipse tho and it was p cool!

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[block-tales-headcanons]

yooooo dudesss guess who played Blocktales for the first time even though they've known and interacted with content for it for a hot minute???? That's right, THIS ANON!!!1!11!

anywho have headcanons

Y'know how Shedletsky never really told the Player to go yoink the Icedagger? Welp, I say he never actually wanted them to go hunt it down. If they had just gone back to him after beating the absolutely SHIT out of Red n Blue, he probably would just told them to go warn the Sword Holders to be a bit more cautious. After the Player came back with the Icedagger, he got the grand idea to just have them get the rest.

🍯🐝 anon's "1x and Mayor Thaniyel are husbands and their kids are G666, Pest, and Griefer/Brad" headcanon (I saw a post a hot minute ago on this and instantly yoinked it, I've just been waiting for someone else to mention I because I didn't create it)

Griefer is adopted, he showed up on the doorstep of wherever sixteen year old Thaniyel lived

Mayor Monty was the one who technically named Griefer as Mayor Thaniyel almost instantly called him because he don't know how to raise a kid (I headcanon to two grew up kinda together)

Did someone say trauma? Yea, I think someone did cause the Player's parents are six feet under, and they're just barely seventeen (we love trauma)

There's a curse/blessing (depends on how you see it) on the Thaniyel last name. Basically whenever anyone with said last name dies, they either: turn into a plant or toxic/poison enemies we see in demo 2 (example: the Toxic Spearman)

That being said, Mayor Thaniyel genuinely thought his kid died the moment Griefer had stabbed himself with the Venomshank and turned in the Bubonic Plant

After defeating the Isolations within the Player's mind, the four of them were forced to be apart of them in a physical way more than mentally

BODY HORROR WARNING (kinda)

Greed essentially forced their limbs (arms, legs, fingers, and neck) to stretch to be a fourth bigger than the original size of each thing Solitude made their eyes noticeable more sunken in as well as forcing their pupils to be either extremely small or ungodly dialated, there is no in-between, and shifting the color to be more of a blue, not a natural one though, an endless void kinda blue. The Player's hair also grows at a much faster rate than before. Fear made their bone structure both thicker and much MUCH more visible. Y'know the tiny little lines protruding out of Fear's body? The Player's ribcage also has that, as in smaller bones forcibly grew out of the sides of their already existing ribs. These all are affecting their ability to breathe properly Hatred did the absolute least out of all the Isolations, all it did was heavily tint the Player's hands and wherever their veins are a very deep shade of red, it is especially noticable on their neck. Now, even though this is the most tame (get it, cause Hatred was the only one we tamed) of all the physical properties, it still is a problem as it basically shows off where all of their veins are, like the ones that basically guarantee death if cut (example: the jugular vein). The Player's ability to speak clearly a majority of the times was also traded out for the ability to "purr," I say it like that because it sounds like a very intense fire and someone having a hard time breathing at the same time.

All of those "adjustments" made them about three to five inches taller and none of them can be undone, it's all permanent.

Out of all the SFoTH, the Ghostwalker is the only one they would keep, not because they want to, but because they don't want anyone to feel what they had to (omg its the Player's first and maybe last selfless act that I'll mention)

Terry can fall asleep on command whenever he wants

Welp, that's all I can think of, over and out

-🧨 anon

oh well i think ur new and dynamite emoji is already taken soooo ur getting 🧨x2 anon LOLL

the utter whiplash from bosy horror to terry is sully

[t4tails]

i have extremely vivid ideas of how tall each batman villain should be that are not actually reflected by canon half the time because comic artists dont care about consistency. imo joker should always be one (1) inch shorter than batman. two-face is 5'11 not allowed to reach that 6 ft range. scarecrow is at least 6'4 because its awesome but he slouches #sloucher. riddler 5'5 but he wears lifts and/or heels in costume so in actual practice people think he's 5'8 or taller. harley quinn is 5'4 perfectly average queen. ivy used to be 5'6 before her accident but the plant mutation made her grow to roughly 5'10. catwoman is a 5'2 warrior she climbs batman like a cat getting stuck in a tree

[readerstories]

In Rain and Mud - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 2/4

Saw the movie in theaters finally, brainworm ofc came in strong. (Part 1) (Part 3) (AO3)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, blood, gore, eventual smut

Wordcount: 2023

Summary: Your cabin lays far away from anything and everything. And with the rainstorm currently battering the woods this night you don’t expect to see or hear another human being until you leave for town. So when there’s banging on your door, you switch your book with your shotgun from its place on a sidetable, loading it as you approach your door.

You are not sure what woke you up, a sound, a smell, or something stupid like a weird dream, but you are wide awake you don’t even know how many hours after you fell asleep. It’s been long enough though that there is some semblance of light bleeing through the clouds not currently filled with rain, and the wind has slowed down, though far from died.

Then you hear it.

A branch snapping.

It’s not an animal.

They stay clear of your cabin.

The mix of human and wolf smell keeps them away.

So whatever or whoever it is, it’s not good news.

You get out of bed, padding on silent feet as you step out into your living room, as it sounded like the noise had come from the front of your cabin.

You feel the hair on your neck thicken, transforming into grey and brown fur, then raising as a low growl threatens to escape your mouth.

It does come out when there’s movement to your left, but it’s only Logan sitting up from the couch, blanket slipping down from his torso to pool in his lap, your eyes following the motion, as quick as it is. You had completely forgotten that there was two other people in the cabin.

“What-“ He starts, but stops when you put a finger to your lips and tilt your head to listen more closely to what’s happening outside.

He frowns, but mirrors you, listening.

Multiple sets of footsteps, cocking of guns, hard to decipher how many.

“Grab Wade and go out the front as distraction, I’ll go out back and don’t do anything until I show myself.” You keep your voice low, a whisper to make sure those outside can’t hear you, but you know Logan can with the way he focuses on you. His voice is just as low when he answers.

“Why the fuck would we-“

“Just shut the fuck up, grab him, and get him talking, I imagine that won’t be difficult.” Logan squints at you and scowls, but gets up to walk on surprisingly quiet feet to your guest room where Wade is snoring.

You set your sights on the back door, stripping out of your clothes as you go, not wanting them to get ripped and ruined as you transform. You slip out into the cold and just windy morning, praising yourself for oiling that old squeaky door last time you were here. 

Shivers shake your body in a mix of excitement and bite from the cold, but they mostly stop as the hair all over your body starts to transform into fur. You stand still to listen more, trying to figure out how many people are around, but it’s difficult with how the wind howls and whisks away any smells other than those of the woods.

You hear Wade and Logan inside, Wade getting up with minimal complaining and no jokes.

Doesn’t last long though, as he opens the front door and steps out.

“Oh look peanut, we got company! And here I thought we were going to have this romantic getaway for ourselves.” After that you don’t pay attention to his words or anyone else’s, your slowly shifting form taking precedence. 

You fall forward on all fours, legs and arms growing longer, twisting and transforming, making you grow taller and larger with every passing second. A deep growl grows in your throat as your snout appears, but you hold it back to not alert anybody of your presence.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you inch forward so you can peer towards the front of the cabin, looking through the small gaps of the shed attached to one wall that stores your firewood.

You can see at least 20 people, all dressed in tactical gear, guns trained towards the front of your cabin where Deadpool is still blabbering, somehow not yet stopped. A guy in the front yells something back, perhaps a boss or leader of some sort. 

Not that you care. 

Your eyes are on someone else. 

A single person standing on the edge of the group, gun aimed like everyone else, just far enough away from another person they will be easy picking.

Weak link.

Without much more thought, you crouch down slighly, finding steady footing on the wet ground, and push off. You run around the corner with a snarl, catching everyones attention, though too late for anyone to react before you have the lone persons torso in your teeth, their gun landing in a mud puddle with a splash.

They scream and wriggle in your mouth, you bite down hard, hearing bones breaking and crunching.

There’s silence, a stunned one, before it’s broken by a laughing and clapping Wade.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s a big secret sweetcheeks!” You look at him and growl, blood dripping out from between your teeth and the by now barely moving body inbetween them. All he does in response is gasp and clap some more, joy somehow shining through his mask. Logan is standing next to him still, scowling, fists clenched, metal knives(?) shining from between them, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

Wade opens his mouth, but whatever stupid thing he was about to say is cutoff by a shot ringing out, and pain shooting through your left shoulder. 

You throw the person still in your mouth to the side with a flick of your head, their body landing with a thud as you turn towards where the gunshot came from.

All the guns are now trained on you, but you can tell it’s the person closest to you that shot, their gun reaking of gunpowder more than the others. The bullet is already being pushed out from your healing skin, fall to the ground slowed by your thick fur, but it hits a puddle with a plop.

You growl, crouching down, eyes trained on the person who’s gun is starting to shake, ever so minutly.

“Oh you guys are so fucked !” Wade yells, your answer to that is a snarl, and in seconds you have your jaws around a new person. 

There are gunshots, some of them hit, but the pain of them barely registers as you attack person after person.

Ripping of limb after limb.

Crushing skulls.

Chasing down screaming runners that don’t get very far before your paws push them into mud and sharp teeth rip their head off.

You drag one man is circles, his body bouncing around as he tries to get a hold of the slippery ground to no avail, not even his companions shooting you giving a reprive from his situation before his heart gives out on him.

One guy swings at you with his knife in a desperate attempt to stop his own death, and though he manges to stab you in your front leg, all he gets for his troubles is his stomach ripped out. You pull the knife out with your teeth, dropping it to pounce on the next person in your eyes sight.

You get an arm in your mouth, the fear reeking from the man as you bite down, the scream he lets out grating on your ears, so you let go of his arm to rip his throat out instead.

Another person you throw up into the air like a ragdoll, catching him with your teeth on his way down, shaking him like a chewtoy.

“Oh that is fucked!” You hear someone laugh and drop the body. For more than a few moments you had forgotten there was other people here than the ones that you were killing. You look over to the cabin, Logan is sitting on your porch, while Wade is still standing, watching you with hands on his hips, leaned slightly forward.

“Sorry about this reader, but I gotta.” Wade shifts, standing a little more straight as he spreads his arms wide, yelling “PUPPY!” at you.

If you could laugh in this form you would at least have chuckled, instead your answer to the clearly crazy man is to pad over to the porch, then giving him one long lick from head to toe, covering him in a mix of spit and blood.

“Oh, that is SO gross!” Wade sounds absolutely delighted, at least you can still scoff at him as a wolf. You glance down at Wolverine.

“Don’t you fucking dare bub.” You’re tempted, even as he holds up a closed fist, the knives that turns out to be more like claws appearing from between his knuckles.

It would be funny.

You would get stabbed for your fun. 

Probably.

You don’t feel like being stabbed by those sharp and shining things.

So you don’t lick him.

For now.

Instead you bark at him once and turn around, looking over the scene you’ve made.

Bodies and body parts strewn all over the clearing in front of your house, guns discarded, bullet casings littering the dirt and mud. Tracks in the ground where your claws dug in, or desperate feet tried to get away.

What a mess.

With a sigh you pick up a torn off leg and start walking away from the cabin.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to start gnawing on that like a bone.” You stop, sending Wade as an incredulous look you can manage over your shoulder before you keep walking. 

You don’t go far, still visible from the cabin as you drop the leg you had been carrying and start digging in a spot that haven’t been completely transformed into a mud puddle by the rain or the fight.

You dig and dig, the blood in your fur being mostly replaced with mud and dirt, the occasional bullet falling down into the hole as you dig and heal. 

Wade and Logan starts to gather up bodies as you dig, at least helping with the cleanup after letting you take the fight alone. Not that help was needed or really wanted, you were just protecting yourself and your things from whoever the mystery people were. 

You have a sneaking suspicion that they weren’t even here for you, but instead for Logan, who is picking up bullets and guns, and Wade, who is dragging what is left of a torso while complaining how heavy it is. 

You finish digging, hole now deep enough to hide everything and everyone, so with a few pushes and some throws, the hole is filled with bodies, guns, and bullets.

“Most people skip over this part when writing you know.” You ignore Wade, you don’t have an idea what nonsense he is talking about. 

You cover the hole with dirt, spreading the leftovers around where the hole once was, stamping it down, blending it in so it looks like there was never anything dug down here. It mostly successful, the water and more rain that you can smell is coming will do the rest of the blending.

“Job well done champ!” Wade reaches up and heavily pats your shoulder, seconds later leaning into you fully to get a full face of fur. “So soft….” You shake him off you with a huff, turning to walk over to the cabin, quickly catching up with Logan who reaches the porch just before you. 

As your front paw touches the wood, you let yourself transform back into you fully human form, back on two legs instead of four. You are still covered in blood and mud, though less with your smaller form. You hear a sharp wolf whistle behind you.

“Nudity! God damn, I love fanfiction.” You growl at him, Wade winks, as he get within reach you push at him, making him land on his ass in the mud.

“Deserved.” Is all you say, glancing at Logan, catching an ever so slight uptick of his lips as you all head inside, you first, Logan and Wade following, closing the door to the rain that seemed to start up as soon as Wade got up off his ass.

“I’m taking a shower, you can have it later of you ask nicely.”

“I can even beg handsome.” You don’t gratify Wade with an answer to that.

[kyuteflesh]

price / soap / f!reader

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

* soap wants u real bad + being prices property = threesome

this is just a little unfinished thought. plotting up a storm rn. unprofessional for them but let me live my fantasy pls.

⚠️: degradation, slight smut, mainly just price yapping, +18

you were the captains bitch. everyone knew that.

from the way you came out of his office stumbling, new hickeys showing up every other day.

soap had been plotting on you since day 1. unlucky for him, price got to you first. he just had the charm soap lacked ig.

was that really the case tho???? or did price just ask you out sooner?

here you were, pinned up against the wall of johnnys room. his brawny arms keeping you restricted. tonguing your mouth, wanting more.

“we can’t be doing this, johnny. if he finds out, we’re both as good as dead”

“if you would just keep it down, then he wouldn’t possi—“

that’s when a fuming price burst through the door, materials clanging so loudly against each other you were sure the knob left a hole in the wall.

soap quickly backed away from you. temperature dropping, hands clammy. looks of panic coming from both of you.

“forget to lock the door eh, mactavish? ‘m sure you won’t make that mistake again. not after i have a fuckin’ bullet going through your thick, idiotic skull.”

price approached you, you were cowering under his much taller and intimidating stature. “please don’t kill him, john. he must’ve had too much to drink- i don’t know just please!”

scowling at you, inches away from your face. you could feel the steam radiating off of him.

“don’t hurt ‘em, ey? why should i listen to a whore who can’t keep her legs closed for any man? that’s all i’m gathering out of this.” price slid his hand down your pants, running a finger between your folds.

pulling it back out, he let out a measly laugh.

soap could do nothing but nervously fiddle with his thumbs.

quite the dumbass he was, trying to enter someone else’s property. he was stuck regretting every single decision leading up to this moment.

“look at this, johnny. look at how wet youve got my little cum dump. isn’t that something?” smiling, he wiped his finger off on johnnys neck.

gulping, he finally was able to muster out a few words. “i’m so so sorry captain, sir. it won’t ever happen again i—“

“pfft, johnny, lad, you’re such a pushover. grow a pair. you wanna fuck my girl? at least let me show you how it’s done first.”

WHAT DID HE SAAAYYYY??!!!!

“what?!” you both gasped in unison.

“you heard me. now y/n,” having a seat on the bed, price started to take his dick out. it was still soft.

“make me hard. let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.” he patted his lap.

you were too stunned to speak, nervously sweating, blushing.

“are you deaf all of a sudden?” price spat out. he was losing his patience.

you quickly complied, not wanting the situation to escalate any further.

you lowered down to your knees, giving his tip a soft kitten lick. you began to take his whole length in your mouth. hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue roam.

it was only a matter of time before you could feel him stiffening, hitting the back of your throat.

price took his attention away from you, looking up to johnny. “you want this?” he beckoned, running his hands through your hair.

johnny just nodded. ashamed of the growing erection in his pants. “come take my place then”

you were in doggy, face full of johnnys cock. pussy soon to be full of john’s cock. funny!

price gave your ass a firm smack. you were nervous. this was the first thing you’ve indulged in anything of the sort (a 3sum, that is).

johnny squeezed his eyes shut. not believing what was going on. the woman of his dreams giving him the blowjob of his life. his higher up fucking you from behind.

teetering back and forth between the two, you barely needed to put any effort in.

price was fucking you hard enough to where you didn’t need to bob your head for johnny.

it would be foolish to think that none of you were enjoying this.

you got to be used as a fuck doll by these insanely hot military men. dream come true.