#hard mass protein

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

my doctor was sooooo fucking worthless and unhelpful im going to masturbate and i hope it fucking kills me

[misfortunegirl]

Girl WHEN DID IT GET THIS LATE. I WAS PLANNING ON GOING TO BED EARLYY🤮

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆

𝟭. high quality sleep ( 💤 )

never put your sleep on the back burner, 8 hours are not even enough, the younger you are the more you need sleep, especially if you are a woman. adult women generally need to sleep 9/10 hours a night, obviously the amount of sleep needed for rest depends from person to person, but always try to have a good, consistent sleep at night. if you ever think about sacrificing your sleep to study and/or procrastinate, know that you're only hurting yourself in the long run. without adequate rest, you will not be able to function properly and perform at your best the next day.

𝟮. eat nutritious meals ( 🍜 )

when was the last time you ate a nutritious, warm, homemade meal, honey? you should eat at least (AT LEAST) 3 times a day a real, cooked, warm meal that provide you with the proteins, fats and sugars your body needs to function normally. throw away packaged and over-processed snacks, they don't meet your energy needs and are simply full of empty calories that will make you feel sick and don't help your beautiful brain to function. eat lots of protein, which helps you build the muscle mass that keeps you healthy (i'll post about that) and healthy fats which keep your beautiful brain working – the brain is mostly made up of fats so don't be afraid of them! the important thing is to eat healthy fats that are good for our body.

𝟯. less is more ( 🧩 )

do less to achieve more. if you've ever made an absolutely unrealistic to-do list, raise your hand. overwhelmed by a thousand things to do we will never be able to make consistent progress in an area that interests us. it is not possible to do everything all the time and do it well, inevitably our energy runs out, our level of attention drops and we end up doing a little bit of everything badly. not all tasks can have priority, choose what to focus on and stick with it.

𝟰. be gentle with yourself ( 🌾 )

you're really giving it your all, why be so hard on yourself? the things you have done, the goals you have achieved, you should be proud of yourself and smile about it. demanding too much from your body will not lead to anything except burnout, remember that you are a person and not a machine, that you are not made to make every single hour of your day productive, and that it is okay to rest, because only thanks to rest you can face your day with the necessary energy.

[bigwishes]

Hey man, my workout bro gave me a new pre-workout shake to try and it's really been helping me bulk up, but I always feel really — UUUUURRP — fuck man, I'm always really bloated after drinking them. Fuck though, they taste so good, and I've been putting on mass like crazy... I've also put on a little pudge as well, but I should be able to work that off, right?

You've been chugging that down like it's water haven't you dude, well that's fine. It was your choice to drink all of it even when the product was designed for a guy to take one serving in his whole life.

The product you took was designed to mutate the metabolism to help guys who are serious about lifting be able to absorb and process more food without it technically putting them through a bulk.

However you decided to drink a lot more than what one guy needs and its caused you to develop a lot of side effects. The first of which you've already noticed, belching non stop and always being bloated but that's just the easy stuff. Soon you'll begin to sweat like a pig and not just whilst you work out, your body will generate so much extra heat whilst it tries to turn anything you eat into size that it'll cause you to be a walking sauna, heat radiating out of your body and a cloud of steam coming off you at all times, but that steam isn't just an aesthetic, it'll reek, you might even find guys gagging from the terrible smell as you walk past. Of course making your body redirect so much nutrients isn't without its consequences, you'll probably start to notice your dick is getting smaller each day and pretty soon you won't even notice when you have a hard on, but don't worry, your pants will still be getting tighter as not only your thighs are getting bigger but the muscles in your ass are being pumped full of size getting big and swollen making it difficult to put on things like jeans.

and of course the pudge, drinking so much is causing your body to just now throw on size however it can, you'll still be mostly muscle but you'll always have a slightly jiggly layer over the top.

but lets talk about what's really going to start happening. That last sip this morning was the thing that will push you over the edge, you've fucked yourself now. You'll always be hungry, never full again. There will always be room for one more bite or one more sip of a protein shake and 100% of what you eat will be converted straight into muscle and size. There is no need for you to work out anymore, in fact its probably a waste of time to try and work out you'll gain more size by just stuffing your face.

After every mouthful you'll find yourself forced to belch, you'll always feel heavy sluggish and bloated. Feeling your mass bounce as you walk. You've earned the nickname Bubbles from your mates as whenever they hang out with you the only thing they can hear is you stomach bubbling away churning food into raw size only ever interrupted as you grumble in discomfort rubbing your tight layered abs as you belch loudly and uncontrollably

Enjoy being a big bloated beast Bubbles...

[davenporttf]

Gaynz: Luke

Luke was loving the results of the protein powder his best friend, Dillon, gave him. He was working hard at the gym to gain muscle but it was proving to be extremely difficult. Dillon stopped by Luke's place and gave him a new powder he never heard of before called "Gaynz." He said it was the best protein powder out on the market, and it would get him seriously shredded.

Luke prepared his protein shake and headed to the gym. He always saved his shake for after an intense workout to replenish his body with protein. After a killer workout, he slipped out of his gym clothes in the locker room. He chugged the drink and he felt the effects immediately. His veins bulged out of his skin as protein surged through him. His body began to inflate with every pump of blood. Wave after wave, his pecs ballooned with pure muscle. The fat that was giving him such a hard time melted away to reveal an 8-pack. His arms cracked and shifted as his biceps gained mass, and his arms became heavier. His legs became sturdier and his glutes inflated to fill out his boxers.

"Bro! This shit is crazy!" His boy Dillon really came through. He needed to head over to his place to show him. He got into his truck and drove out of the parklot. With his large arms on the wheel driving down the highway, he felt a contraction in his shorts. His boxers were starting to tighten around his ass. "Ughhh, the fuck?!" He felt the material of his boxers began to shift and move up his cheeks. It began to round his dick in the front, and mold into two straps around his ass in the back. With one hand on the wheel, he pulled down his shorts to reveal a hot pink jockstrap where his boxers used to be.

He was dumbfounded, and felt like he was losing grip on reality. He was starting to love the way the jock wrapped around his muscle butt, outlining his best asset when he snapped out of it. "No! This is crazy! I need to find out what Dillon put in this shake." He finally reached Dillon's and pulled into his driveway.

As he turned the car off, he felt a tingle in his dick. He pulled down his shorts to catch sight of his dick shrinking in the jock. He squirmed in his seat from the sensation of his bulge going from a mound to a thimble. He needed to talk to Dillon now. He walked up to his door, the mesh shorts sliding against his bare ass. He knocked on the door, and Dillon answered with a smile on his face.

Luke wasted no time, and pushed Dillon backwards into his house and pinned him against the wall. "The fuck did you give me, bro!!" Dillon chuckled unaffected by Luke's demeanor.

"Let me go and stand at attention." he said calmly. Luke felt himself resisting against his body as he backed away from Dillon. His arms went rigid against his sides and he stood tall in his best friend's living room.

"I see the shake has been working wonders for you, bro. I forgot to tell you that it also makes you super submissive as well."

Luke's guard started to come down as he started liking the idea of being dominated by his best bro. He snapped back again, "No, bro! Wtf! I'm not into dudes!"

The words fell on deaf ears, as Dillon moved closer to Luke. "I want you to be the little bitch I always thought you to be. Take off those shorts, and get on my bed, slut."

Luke's resistance was no match for being called what he truly was. He became filled with lust for such dominating language. He pulled down his shorts, and crawled onto his buddy's bed.

Dillon pressed himself up against Luke's ass, and started to slap his dick against his cheeks. With every smack of his bro's dick, his thoughts became more and more aligned with that of a pure bottom bitch. His 2" dick didn't needed to be the center of attention anymore, and he only felt the need to be dominated by his best friend.

Dillon dropped a wad of spit onto Luke's revealed hole. The splash against his hole was driving Luke crazy. He leaned further back as Dillon slid his 8" cock into his perfectly round bubble butt. "Ohhhh fuckkkkkk brooo" Luke moaned as Dillon thrusted into him.

"That's right my big slut. You only serve to be my fucktoy." Dillon said in a deep sultry voice while he piledrived Luke's bussy. Luke's reality continued to shift away from his straight fuckboy life to being a perfect muscle stud for his bro to enjoy when he desired.

Luke began to diddle with his tiny cock as Dillon hammered his p-spot over and over again. "Such a good slut. Here comes your reward." Dillon said as he slammed into Luke one final time. Wads of cum shot into Luke filled him with the juices of his master. The sensation sent Luke over the edge and he came into his pink jockstrap.

Luke slowly flipped over onto his back and looked up at Dillon with a small belly bulge from all the cum in his abdomen.

"I'm ready for round 2 when you are, bro." Luke said smiling.

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Two stories today for the long wait :)

[fitgirlfemdom]

✧∘* ✧･ﾟbigger guys✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

you meet me at the gym. maybe i caught your eye from the squat rack or maybe you watched as a downed a bottle of water during a break. it doesn't matter--we get to talking. eventually, you realize, i come to that gym everyday, and soon we get to exchanging numbers. i come across as this demure, young cardiobunny with a bit of an obsession for you, and maybe you're just looking to score.

it doesn't matter. i tell you that i like bigger guys. you ask me about my opinion of you, and i suggest that you could eat a few more calories. after all, it's bulking season. you don't really think that your 10% body fat is gonna maintain all the way to summer, do you? i suggest a mass gainer shake brand, and although you forget most of our conversation, on your way home, you couldn't help but stop by a grocery store and pick some up.

that's when i start asking you about it. i recommend, after our respective work-outs when we're downing out protein shakes, you take your mass gainer at the same time. it's efficiency, after all. you say you want to ease into it, but after meeting my eyes as the bottle touches your lips, something changes in you.

i go to the gym everyday, and when i see you enter, i ask about the shakes. you did bring some with you, right? you won't get any gains if you don't eat right after! didn't you know that? and that brand isn't even that good anyway. who told you to get that? let's head to your place after--i'll show you how to make a real shake.

that's when it becomes a daily routine--well, it started to, before your lethargy got to you. post-workout, i'd head over and whip up something special for you--gobs of peanut butter, mass gainer, heavy cream, protein powder, the works--all in the comfort of your own blender. you start to question if all of this is really necessary, but i did tell you big guys were better, and are you gonna tell me i'm wrong? look at you. don't get self-deprecating now. i like how much you've gained!

the daily work-out dates turn to me seeing you after, crashed out on the couch. you head to the gym a few times a week, but not as commonly as before. you've just been so tired lately, i get it. rest days are even more important for recovery, though. it's doctors' orders-you need more sleep, and you need more shakes. when you're not ordering DoorDash, i'm the one cooking for you. a shake goes with every meal--it's mandatory. and you love it. they taste good! why think so hard about it when i'm smiling when you do it?

in fact, going to the gym at all is just cutting down the muscle you already have, don't you know that? you need some time to regain mass. you might as well quit your job--it's so demanding, isn't it? i could support both of us easily, and why would i want you to risk burning more calories out and about? it'd be much easier for you to sit on the couch and regroup, watch some TV, watch some porn, and eat.

you quit your job, because it's sucked the soul out of you, honestly. you've moved in with me, because there's no reason to live separately when we spend all our time together. you can't go five minutes without one of my shakes or my meals, after all. you're honestly a real glutton now, if i'm being honest. whenever i return from my daily gym visit, i make sure to bring you plenty of take-out, or three pizzas, or a few Subway footlongs, just to make sure you're well-fed. you've added probably 100lbs of mass at this point. it'd be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste.

you barely move from the couch, and i think it's starting to get to you. your gym buddies are all wondering what happened, and you can barely get the strength to sit-up by yourself, but that mental turmoil seems to dissipate when you're eating. it just tastes too good, doesn't it, baby? you're so full, but you love when i bring a fork to your lips, or a slice of pizza to your mouth. you love when i nod affirmatively, smiling as i watch you down another one of my shakes.

you especially love when i ride you. all those past memories, memories of athletic prowess, of high school cheerleaders, of locker room chats, all seem to fade away. the rush of a new PR, the delight in pumping iron, it's all gone. you spread your thick, plumped-out thighs outward and i straddle you as the TV plays. it's hard to get a good hold on your cock with that gut in the way, but you're so hard, so needy, so hot--i plunge myself on it right away. you feel my tight, toned body squeeze the life out of you, hearing the wet slaps of your balls on my defined, perky ass. you might not be able to move as well now, but i certainly can. i'm the tightest you've ever had, and my tits are pressed up against your face.

you're sweating, and you're not even moving. well, not intentionally, anyway. your tits are bouncing more than mine, let's be honest. everything about me is perky and defined, firm--even my ribs are apparent. but you? you're a pig. your moans almost sound like oinks, that's how much pressure you've put on your body. you stare up at me riding your cock, and because of your porn-rotten brain and how pathetic you are, you cum almost immediately, like always. doesn't matter. i give you a hearty dose of Viagra with your mass gainer shake after, and i use your cock for the next few hours. i get horny after the gym, what can i say?

you've blown at least four loads into my wet cunt at this point, and although my stamina hasn't faltered, you're completely spent. your cock is so overstimulated, you wince at the slightest touch. i know this, baby, and i care about you so much, so i make sure i've licked every inch of it clean. i stare up at you from this angle, but i can barely see your face behind your gut. you've really let yourself go, haven't you? you're shaking, overfed, overstimulated, bound to this couch under your own poor decisions. why even leave the house? they're all just gonna make fun of you. you think your gym buddies won't have a few choice words to say about you when you make your return?

you don't care about this, about any of this. your brain is so melted from the constant dopamine, the constant pleasure, that you've lost all self-awareness. your daily schedules consists of cable TV, countless hours of porn and touching your pathetic cock, and, of course, eating everything in sight. you're a complete degenerate, but you're my complete degenerate.

i did tell you i liked bigger guys.

[justanothervoreblog]

From Bro to Brotein

Steven and Michael have been Bros since 7th grade. They found a mutual love of working out and it soon blossomed into a full nurtured gym bromance. They kept each other accountable, they pushed each other, and they wanted to be the same size. Their target weight, the 250 lbs club. A club that was so prestigious that both men busted their ass for it.

Yet for all their dedication, Steven and Michael couldn't find a way to break into that illustrious weight category. That was until, Steven discovered a way to put on mass bulk researching weight gaining tips. To eat someone completely and utterly, digest them, and add their weight to yours. A ridiculous notion, right? It was until Steven finally put it into action.

Both men had gotten done at the gym, still slightly sweaty underneath their gym clothes. They were going to their usual post protein snack spot. Michael was hungry, but Steven was starving himself for gains. As they got out of their car to enter into the restaurant, Steven pounced. His mouth opened wider than what seemed humanly possible and wet "GLOMLP" sound was heard around Michael's ears. Michael's head had been devoured in just one gulp. Michael struggled, but Steven clamps Michael's arms by his side.

Steven swallowed Michael's head and neck, it bulges on Steven's throat going down. He could hear Michael's muffled shouts through his bulky neck. He paid them little mind as he turned his best friend into a snack. Afterwards those wide and beefy shoulders came into Steven's mouth. Steven was soaking Michael in his saliva. It draws out the taste even through the layers of fabric that Michael had on. With the widest part of Michael's body now headed down his throat, Steven knew that his meal was all but accomplished.

Steven fed his mouth Michael's chest and drooled as if this was his first meal. Steven remembered all the progress pics that Michael had taken. All that beef, it belongs to him. With another swallow, Steven can feel the bumps of those rock hard abs even through Michael's hoodie. Those delicious bumpy muscles are explored as Michael's hoodie lifts to expose them. Soon after, Steven opens his mouth to nibble and chew on those muscular globes. Michael had always had a dumpy truck ass, but tasting it now made him question himself in a few places. This temporary confusion causes Steven to slap Michael's ass a few times. Steven ignores his temporary confusion to power down the rest of that delectable bubble butt.

Michael was curling up more and more behind Steven's powerful abs. Although they were giving away to Michael's bulky and muscular form. As sure as the day is long Michael's body bulges Steven's hoodie from underneath. His long athletic legs are slowly reduced. Those hefty thunder thighs don't last long against Steven's ravenous hunger. Neither do those herculean calves, doubled up like a couple of turkey drumsticks. Steven's tongue snakes out to collect those socked feet, Michael's slides falling and clattering to the ground. With one final, hungry and triumphant gulp, Steven bellies his best friend.

There is an audible bounce when Michael truly lands inside of Steven's belly. It's cramped, squishy, and hot inside. There's barely any room to move. On the outside, Michael's form was clearly visible. Steven runs his hands over the bulge that Michael made. Every twitch of Michael's form sent pleasure to Steven, including down south. Steven leans back for a moment, his belly acting like a counterweight. At first he thought he was feeling bout of indigestion from such a hefty meal. However a rumble in his belly races up through his chest and out his mouth.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

The burp shakes the entire parking lot. A pile of Michael's soggy clothing comes flying up landing neatly next to his slides. Steven proudly rubs over his belly and fingers his belly button. As much as he valued his friendship with michael, he valued his relationship with his body much more. Satisfied after smacking his lips, tasting Michael's delicious flavor again, he waddles back to the car and heads home. Once home, Steven takes a couple of before pictures in the mirror. Various poses of him holding his titanic gut in front of him. All the while his heavy belly gurgles as it begins to break down the stud trapped within. Steven flops on his bed, a possessive hand over his belly with a smile. Then he drifts to sleep while his belly works overtime on his Michael.

A few days later, Steven goes to the scale after completely digesting Michael. He was a little anxious. Steven had waited until Michael had completely digested. He hoped that digesting his best friend was going to be worth it for all of this. After stepping on the scale, Steven smiles down at the number between his feet.

250 lbs

"Thanks, Mike." Steven smirks before stepping off the scale and heading to the gym. As he drives, a new goal weight was set in mind and he knew just how to get there.

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & BEING YOUR COLLEGE CLASSMATE .

characters. xiao diluc kaeya childe ayato alhaitham kaveh scara x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. some professors, some students!!! come n see my headcanons hehe . | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

a history major. specifically in liyue studies – sometimes he corrects the professor. "were you there in (time period), xiao? do you want to say something about it?" the professor asks sarcastically. the whole class is shocked when xiao nods and takes over the class. the professor has nothing else to say. of course, after class — it’s a little hard to get xiao to agree to tutor you — why should he spend his time teaching someone who doesn’t give their 100% in class? it’s only when you bring up the point that your professor sucks that he agrees. and maybe, just maybe after all that time the two of you spend together… maybe something will happen?

diluc

business major, but does a double degree with political science. he's a force to be reckoned with in class, often standing his point with ease and with the obstinacy of a mule – especially when it's something that he holds close to his heart. the first time you fell in love with diluc was when he had passionately entered a debate regarding mondstadt and snezhnaya's diplomatic situation. for a man of few words, diluc's speech can turn heads – even yours. you did well, for your first debate, you tease. he barks a laugh and turns back to his laptop.

kaeya

fashion major... he comes to class in the most immaculate outfits. some might say he looks goofy, but that's just his thing! nothing looks goofy on him and he can absolutely pull off everything. he's definitely the class flirt, using measuring tape to pull the ones he's set his eyes upon closer. you roll his eyes as his tablemate, often trying to focus on your own creations – but how can you focus when he looks like... that? measuring tape around his neck, pencil held sticking out of his mouth and his hair covering his eyes. he may not have been objectively attractive at that point in time, but there's something about him that makes him so fascinating.

childe

childe is a occupational therapy major, with a minor in social science! he has a heart for the people and he wants to do his best to serve them ... although his ways of "serving" can look quite different sometimes. he lives, breathes, eats and drinks fitness and maybe half of his body mass lies in the protein powder he takes every morning. he's buff, but he's definitely a sweetheart – and a heartthrob, in his major. he's happy to help people out, just that... ah, his group of friends may not exactly seem the friendliest around. childe is different from his friends, though; give him a chance! he's plotting so many ways to ask you out.

ayato

ayato is definitely a business major! just like diluc, he does a double degree – his secondary major is international relations. after stepping up as the CEO of the kamisato company ( at age 20?! ), ayato had decided to take his studies further. ayato is definitely an overachiever and he was turned down from taking another sociology course because he had gone over the amount of credits needed for the next four years. the thing about ayato is that he isn't exactly the most approachable or the friendliest – or so you think. no one approaches him for him for him, but everyone knows that he's the most reliable one around. perhaps you'd like to be the first to make a move?

alhaitham

linguistics ( obviously! ) and also a social science student. he's the senior that everyone is entranced by – he's absolutely fascinating. there's something about his aloofness and yet an ability to connect to people he wants to reach out to that makes him so ... interesting. alhaitham is a man of little words, which means that whenever he opens his mouth – everyone will listen. alhaitham is definitely the classmate you envy; his life always looks so put together! when you ask him to tutor you, he says nothing else except for the date, time, and location. but he is there at the date, time, and location – and that's what matters.

kaveh

he's definitely the struggling, caffeine filled architecture major. he burns his wallet buying ice cream sticks and cardboard each week, and his hands are almost always full with his materials. honestly, at some point, kaveh had almost set his mind on dropping out – until you had convinced him to stay. it took a long walk and a trip to the nearest art store to remind him of why he had chosen architecture in the first place – and it's safe to say that kaveh had fallen head over heels for you after that. you're his safe place in a course so exhausting.

scara

a dropout definitely a media student! scara takes no shits from his clients, but that's part of his brand. he's the brooding guy at the back of the class, with his signature hoodie – it's one of the seven mysteries of teyvat university; of how he and childe are best friends. grumpy black cat and sunshine orange cat. scara doesn't enjoy interacting with anyone. at most, he talks to you when he needs to, because of the seating arrangement. there are rumours surrounding him, saying that he was kicked out of the law school because of his affiliation with... certain people, rendering his reputation hopeless. nevertheless, you treat him as you would with anyone else – and maybe, just maybe: that wins you a spot in his heart.

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[octuscle]

Hey man, I got the Chronivac recently and I've been testing it out. Grew my dick, made myself hairier, stuff like that. But then I tried to do a big world change. I wanted to invert stereotypes about Chinese guys, so I could see them big and hairy and dumb, you know? I think the app got stuck in a recursive loop, though, because my phone is overheating and the Chinese guys keep getting bigger and muskier all the time! Can you help me?

Oh. My. God.

You just triggered 600 million transformations. Six hundred million! One data centre has already been shut down due to overheating. And we currently have no redundancy data centre left. No offence, but I couldn't help but delete your command. Problem: Well over 10,000 transformations are already running. I have to stop them manually one by one. Or let them continue to run. As far as I could see, the transformations have gone outwards in a circle from our corporate headquarters. So all the Chinese within a radius of about eight kilometres should be affected. We should be prepared for a lot…

But first, let's talk about you. I like your transformation quite a lot. I have borrowed your settings. It's a bit stupid that the delayed start didn't work. Caught me in the middle of the team meeting.

My colleague of Chinese origin looks a bit strange… And suddenly he breaks out in a sweat. Smelly sweat. He burps and unbuttons his shirt. Asks what the fuck this is all about. And that he doesn't feel like it any more. He's going to pump iron now. Fuck, is that really hair growing on his chest?

A certain unrest arises in the corridors. More and more Chinese colleagues are suddenly standing bare-chested in the corridor, scratching the rampant fur on their chests and inhaling the stench from each other's damp and hairy armpits. The attempt to alert the security guards fails, as a good number of the colleagues are down here as well. But fortunately, my idea of calling for a protein farting competition in the company gym is successful. The hairy and smelly masses start moving.

Tonight I really had to work overtime to restore my colleagues to some degree. The priority for now is to restore sanity. One by one, they leave the gym, where the remaining ones train like crazy on the weights. It smells like a puma cage. And the smell permeates the entire building. Boy, I have a hard-on that won't let up.

Finally, it's the end of the day. Even if it sounds perverse, you now really feel like eating Chinese food. And luckily for you, most Chinese restaurants are staffed only by Vietnamese. But the usher in your favourite restaurant is actually a real Chinese. But he's not working today. He's at the gym.

There's going to be a lot of work in the next few days!

[jd07201990]

"Coach.... I think we should quit it with the shakes for a while... I can't get my shirt down!"

I muttered, feeling every ounce of the 40 lbs I'd gained in just 2 months. I could feel the thick, pastelike protein shake churning in my belly, a dull roaring heat gradually oozing from my core, out to my chest, shoulders, waist, legs, and arms. The raw, itching tingle of energy, fuel pumping into my sore muscles up into taut, stretched masses. Despite wanting to play lacrosse, and maybe look good enough to get a date finally, I'd made a mistake when I asked Coach for help. 

I should have known better as I watched nearly all the incoming freshman boys suddenly grow into grunting, sweating behemoths. The Dorms I'd been assigned to just 3 months ago, meant for incoming Science and Math Majors, now resembled a Frathouse. With heaving, lumbering nerds slowly losing interest in Planets and Chemicals, as they packed themselves solid in the cafeteria and snacked all throughout the day. All of us were bulking up pretty fast, and it wouldn't have been so bad, if I was unaware like the rest of the dorm!

Despite my protest, Coach slapped my back, causing an enormous belch to erupt from me. I groaned, my calloused hand going to my gut as I suddenly felt as if I were starving, what little room that belch had opened, now amplified into an insatiable hunger. Coach smirked at me, pushing one of his snack bars into my hand. I tried so hard to shake my head, to deny caloric nuke in my hand, but I found myself opening the wrapper with my teeth, biting into it and closing my eyes as the feeling of hunger subsided. Clach chuckled, putting his hand on my taut, boulder-like shoulder.

"No can do, you know the rules! All coach’s boys need their required nutrition. Don't you want to be the best? You said you wanted this, didn't you?" He said with a sneer, looking my hefty, thick-piled bulk up and down before giving my half-melon sized pec a soft punch, feeling the solid muscle under the layer of fat all of Coach's boys seemed to develop.

By the end of the year, not a single Jock in school was less than 200 lbs. The school had to cut some funding from the Science Department to cover the near mountain of new clothes, specifically shirts and shoes, as none of us fit into our original gear. I for one, ended up an XXL, lumbering around the halls and the gym at a whopping 220lbs. The entire school seemed to reek of athlete, classes with more than 2 jocks, often had some students complaining about the funk, while the girls, and gay guys tried to hide their arousal. My shoes, which consisted of sneakers and cleats, were all now size 14s, with not a single pair in the school less than a 13w.

I tried at first to get used to the size, the weight, the routine of workouts, meals, barely any time for assignments, as the school and Coach seemed hellbent on ensuring the Sports Budget was going to good use. All of us were forced to play a sport, the teams now full of grunting, sweating, aggressive young bulls hopped up on redbulls and creatine. For me, I ended up playing Football. I wanted to play Lacrosse, but coach said I had the genes for some real size, and vetoed my choice. He says by the time he's through with me, I'll be the biggest Biology major in the school. He says its what's best for me but I know why he's doing it. Because I haven't broken down like the others. I still kept my mind, and as long as I have that, the sweat, the meals, the snacks, and the grueling workouts will continue. Coach never fails, some of the sponsors say while they're eyeing us all up and down like priced bulls on a ranch.

I don't know what happens after graduation, but I'm pretty sure Weston Ridgeway, an eccentric foreign millionaire who bankrolls the Football team, has his eye on me. Coach says Ridgeway tends to like his "interns" Big, Dumb, and insatiable... I don't know how long before I fit all 3. I'm already big, and my backpack is full of shakes and snack bars proves I'm insatiable... Coach says he's got 3 years to, as he puts it, "Raise me up good and proper"

[gallusrostromegalus]

Your Ulquiorra plans are very intriguing, he may be one of my faves from the og- How does he survive exactly and how does he end up in the court guard?

Do they let him roam and leave him be like the crow problem or do they eventually have dedicated arrancar babysitters? What is Ulqui the most curious about, is there certain squads he hangs around in more than others? Does his social awareness get better or does he try obliterating some poor sod because they stood in the middle of the hallway for too long? Does he manage to make some friends?

He do be a blorbo fr

Asking for a friend obvs and not for a Squad 9 ficlet at all *clears throat*

...so he actually ends up in the Royal Realm, not the court guard.

Specifically, when everyone else finally manages to subdue Aizen, Gin yoinks him off to the Royal Realm to be fed to the Life Machine, Ulquiorra zips through the portal after them, because he's determined to finish actually kicking Aizen's ass.

Instead, Ulquiorra ends up inside the Actual Soul King Palace, with exactly no supervision.

Being as the total population of the royal realm is 5 super-captains, a couple dozen assistants of dubious autonomy, and Gin, it's not hard for Ulquiorra to go do whatever the hell he wants undetected for several weeks, and when people do start noticing that things are amiss-

Kirinji is having a deeply paranoid reaction to the sudden appearance of masses of black hair in the drains of some of his hot springs. 

At first he thinks he’s going bald, but then he begins to suspect the other guards… and then that this is, somehow, a message from Tama.  The Kodoku is almost done, isn’t it?

Not wanting anyone to learn his secret, he tells no-one.

Hikifune notices that some of her food is missing- high protein, fat and iron stuff like pork belly and calf liver, but also candies and fruits.

At first she thinks there’s rats again, but then realizes- This is what someone used to starving takes. She prepares a more nutritionally balanced care package for him, along with a note that he’s welcome at her table any time.

...Hikifune didn’t kill the Mod Konpaku- she smuggled as many as possible into the royal realm with her as sous-chefs, but she couldn’t get all of them, and some still shuffle in, drawn to their mother.   She hopes her lost children will all come home soon.

Not wanting to jeapordize the safety of her children, she tells no-one.

-Senjumaru is initially *pissed* that SOMEONE not only stole a pair of denim short pants from her latest collection, they used her good fabric shears to CUT HAIR, but then she gets a better look at the black fur and WOW this is terrific long fringe stuff what is it it’s too soft to be horsehair, too long to be rabbit and there’s LOTS of it??? 

Well.

She supposes they can have a pair of Jorts in exchange.  She leaves him a note to make an appointment next time, she’ll make him something that fits instead of whatever is on the rack.

Not wanting to lose her position or the possibility of a new friend, she tells no-one.

Ichibe gets up in the middle of the night because he’s feeling restless- something is nagging him, trivial but irritating, like a pea irritates a princess, and goes into his studio to practice strokes and katas to soothe himself. 

But in the middle of the studio, standing over the good paper, is some sort of DEMON with glowing green eyes and horns and terrible bat wings and… jorts?  He’s so startled he doesn’t immediately strike the wretched thing down OR read it’s name and it scrambles away, the tail knocking over everything in the middle shelf of his inkstand and splattering it *everywhere* before it jumps out the window and flies away.

Ichibe curses and gnashes his teeth- everything is MESS, and FURTHERMORE, The Damn Thing has used up his good hot press paper and written the most AWFUL poetry… in unfortunately extremely good calligraphy.

Deeply embarrassed, he tells no-one.

...They're all WAAAAAY too paranoid and secretive to actually *tell* any of their colleagues that something weird is going on.

Except Oetsu, who assumes Ulquiorra is a Zanpaktou spirit that's crawled out out the pit from which all spirits he builds swords for emerge, and that absolutely nothing unusual is going on at all!

Sure, Batboy is a little bit weird and talks like a Bryonic protagonist, but it's nice to have somebody to actually *talk* to for once.

Oetsu has never actually *been* to spirit world for any extended period of time, and is maybe a little iffy on some of the specifics of some of the latest happenings of the last 2,000ish years.

Like that Arrancar exist.

Sure, Batboy's got a weird hole in his chest, but Oetsu does not immediately associate weird negative space in a dude's torso with him being a hollow. He deals with MUCH weirder-looking spirts all the time!

Eventually, Gin realizes Ulqiorra followed him into The Royal Realm, but he doesn’t seem particularly bent on Destruction.

If anything, he seems to have gotten a good bath, filled out a little bit, gotten a sword, some MUCH better-looking trousers and some mysterious ink stains and overall calmed down and looks better.

...Good for him!

But Gin’s got a lot of work to do, so Ulquiorra is now his intern! Ulquiorra: What’s an Intern? Gin Uh. An intern is a guy who lives in the office closet who brings you snacks! Ulquiorra: …That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about internships to dispute it. Gin: Whatever, just bring me a rat or something. Ulquiorra: …How about some ham? Gin: That’d be great actually. Ulquiorra: Get hammed, idiot. *throws ham at Gin but he catches it in his mouth like a dog catching a frisbee* Ulqiorra, after a few minutes of watching Aizen get taffy’d: So what’s all this… for? Gin: *Explains The Life machine, and it’s subsequent befuckening* Ulquiorra: We should ask Orihime to do this.  She’s the smartest person I know. Gin: You know like four people, and the other three are the SOB in the taffy puller, a cat, and me.  That ain’t a high bar. Gin: …she is still smarter than both of us though. Hm. 

Ulquiorra spends a few months like this- wandering around exploring, visiting and gradually getting better at deciding to do things on his own initiative, and to just... enjoy existing.

Meanwhile, Orihime has been working on working out the math behind how Kido Spells are composed, and cracked into the language of Soul King and The Life machine. She’s worked out that there’s something squiffy about some of the spells- two kinds of logic, like there are two authors. (One is the Life machine’s original programming, the other is Soul King’s edits to Reality to improve the wheel). The second logic makes more sense for how reality actually operates, but isn’t as complete. -She’s puzzling over this discrepancy when Shiro wanders over and makes a bad “Maybe he’s Dead?” joke Orihime: ...that would explain a lot actually. See this line right here? It’s like. Half of a new spell. And also the most recent change I could find.  It’s like whoever was writing this got interrupted halfway through and just. Never came back to it. Shiro: Oh. Shiro: …Can you finish it? Orihime: ...I think I can, actually, but.  Well, I can’t figure out how he was making the edits stick? Like? Where was he inputting this that the spell actually changes reality? Ichigo: Aizen was trying to go to the Royal Realm where the Soul King lives, right?  Maybe the terminal to edit the mainframe is up there? Orihime: ... Orihime: Oh my god. I think you’re right. Orihime: Well, the universe didn’t implode so I'm pretty sure Aizen isn’t editing there, but… Orihime: *Takes out Matsumoto’s old spirit phone which she stole along with Hitsugaya's when she got kidnapped to Las Noches, frowns at it for a while, then dials a number on it* Ichigo, shiro: ?? Orihime: *Holds up a finger to indicate she’s on an important call and they need to be quiet. Someone answers Orihime: Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra: Bwah? Ichigo and Shiro: BWAH?? Orihime: We have a lot to talk about, but I need you to answer a few questions for me, please? Ulquiorra: ok??? Orihime: Where are you, right now? -- Ulquiorra is in Hikifune’s kitchen, snitching food again. Ulquiorra: …A Kitchen. Orihime: in broader terms.  Living world? Hueco mundo? Soul Society? Ulquiorra: uhhhhh… none of the above? Orihime: is it an additional plane of reality? Ulquiorra: yeah? Orihime: Is there a large palace or something like that in it? Ulquiorra, worried: Yeah?? Orihime: is there, anywhere in that plane, but probably in the palace, a place with a lot of math text in it, like I was writing on the walls of Las Noches? Ulquiorra, alarmed: Yeah??? Orihime: Oh, good! Ulquiorra: It is? Orihime: Well, yes, but listen- Listen, okay? UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE, TOUCH **ANY** PART OF THAT WRITING. Ulquiorra: Why? Orihime: the universe might end. Ulquiorra: …I’m gonna go lock that room real fast. Orihime: Thank you. Call me back when you can and we’ll talk, okay? Ulquiorra: Yes Ma’am! *Hangs up* -- Ichigo: WHAT Shiro: YEAH, WHAT Orihime: Good news! Nothing broke yet! Both: Yet? Orihime: I uh. I’m pretty sure. That nothing broke. And that Ulquiorra is kind of technically guarding the place where God edits the computer code that makes up reality. Both: … Shiro, despairing: THAT FUCKING MORON?? Ichigo: yeah, that’s not “Good” news. Orihime: It’s fine! Just so long as nobody breaks in there, it’ll be fine!

Anyway, I hope that helps, and it's GRIMMJOW that ends up drafted into the Court Guards :)

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

I'd love a transformation.

I'd fucking love to turn into a huge young bodybuilder with a tendency to reek of sweat and belch uncontrollably.

There's only upsides to a transformation like this

You're wanting a change that so many others are wanting. The problem with your request is that your already doomed for this lifestyle anyway. You're just wanting to speed it up and i am more than happy to make that happen. You think its hard finding shoes o fit those clown-like feet now just wait till I am done. You'' wish for these days of the past.

A wave ripples through your apartment. Chairs becoming workout benches. College study bookings becoming a pile of weights. A sit up bar hanging on the wall and in the middle of the room is a bar for doing pull ups. Instantly the wave has transfers your apartment from being normal into an industrial style apartment that is more of a gym than anything. There are no chairs anymore. Only weight benches. Tv? Forget it. That’s turned into a punching bag. You’re kitchen. That’s going to be the smallest thing in your apartment. Now. You’re going to live off protein shakes and store bought grilled chicken and rice. Anything and everything g will be in the microwave for you. Anything to save space from the at home gym that is going. To be your home. Bed? Nah you’re going to sleep on gym mats now.

You may think it harsh but all these changes are necessary for you to become the muscle addicted muscle beast destiny is going to force on you now.

You’re not even aware that all this happened to your apartment. You’re in the middle of a college exam when your vision gets slightly blurry. Going slightly off and you chuckle slightly. Drool slips from your mouth and you don’t even notice that time is ticking by while your head only gets foggier and foggier. You aren’t even aware that your body begins to pack on muscle. You’re terms quickly splitting the sleeves on your shirt while you abs bulbs from your stomach. Your chest form a perfect shift while you are shifted pears as not only your spine lengthens but your butt plumps up. Your shoulders round out and your jaw begins to square while the your hair begins to get blonder. You can’t even help when you start to burp. Stumbling to the front of the glass to hand you test i while your shoes split open and you pants split. Your shirt rips off your body and you belch in the teachers horrified face. Yeah. You’re getting kicked out for good this time.

You have to walk back to your apartment in your underwear. But the whole time your body is still changing. You made a wish to be young. Muscled. Roided. And you’re going to have just that. Being 21 and having enough roids in your system to power a football team should do it. Your back spasms as it grows even wider than it was before. Every muscle all the way down to your butt pulsating as it growing larger. Making you an absolute freak of a muscle mass.

Your feet spasm as they finally break free of the remanned of the socks and shoes. Bursting past the size 15 enclosures they were stuck in before and only stopping when then reach a massive size 20. And boy do they itch. Sweat. And smell. Your dumb brain so overloaded with all the muscle and smell you’re not even sure what to do with your self as you continue to burp nonstop. And it’s disgusting protein burps. Protein bar wrappers litter the floor of your apartment and stick to your massive feet while you walk across the floor to the weight machines and begin to workout. You’re finishing your chest pump and you head to a machine when you feel some pressure building from your stomach. And without warning you belch the louder and hardest you ever have. When doing so you stomach bloats out into a roided muscle gut. You try to suck it in but you can’t.

Working your abs only proves to make the muscle gut harder and stick out more. You can barely bend down to reach you large clown like feet now just to pull the dirty food wrappers of them. Your gut churns. Demanding you feed your massive roided frame and in the makeshift kitchen you make a whole blender full of protein shakes. Moaning in ecstasy as the protein makes the pain disappear. In a mirror you’re flexing and looking at your massive 7ft tall roofed body. You continue drinking your shake until it’s done and you let out a loud nasty protein burp. You make it to the counter just in time though because then your body began to tense again. You could feel it. You look down and you muscles your bulking bigger! Wonder. Making your heavier than you can have ever imagined. At this point you can even see your feel anymore from your chest and gut being in the way. You’re breathing heavy from all the mass weight you down. All the mass making you struggle to walk. Making you struggle to do the simplest tasks. And what worse is that you’re already hungry again. And only the protein shakes that make you larger will be able to make the pain go away.

[transformation4life]

Protein Makes the Body Grow Bigger

Suggested by: @bigwishes

The man at the gym promised instant results. The man promised you would grow beyond belief and those promises came true at a cost...

You used to be a scrawny young man wanting to get big for such a long time. You idolized the strong men you saw on tv.

"I wanna be just like them!" You said thinking it'd be easy.

Quite the contrary it was quite hard. Your entire life had to adapt to the challenge of becoming big and you were not handling it well. That's when HE arrived.

"Hey bro you look like you need help there," It was someone that looked to be a gymbro.

You politely said no but the gymbro continued to pester you.

"I got the thing just you need bro... Come on...." The gymbro pulled out a container of something called "Big Protein".

"Instant results bro...." The gymbro leaned really close to you and gave a look that almost scared you a bit.

You wanted him to go away so you promptly grabbed the container so he could go away. You opened the container as the smell of protein overcome you. It was quite euphoric, but now's not the time for that. You used the provided scooper to scoop the protein into the bottle you've been using with some milk and shook the contained substance. After a couple seconds you gulped a bit of the protein infused drink ending the experience with an "ah". The gymbro was gone and you were alone in the gym. Then without warning you could feel your body heating up. In seconds you were gaining huge amounts of muscle. The drink worked?!?!?!?

Meaty pecs, large pythons for arms, shredded arms, thick thighs, a manly beard, a hot ass, and thighs to die for along with big hands and feet. You couldn't believe when you lifted your tank top in front of the mirror as a tattoo appeared on your right arm.

You were astounded the drink actually worked. You looked completely different than who you just a minute ago! You looked at the protein container and smirked.

"You and I are pals now~" Your new deepened voice spoke to the container.

From that day forth you would consume the protein powder at least once a day. You would get mildly bigger and bigger with each consumption. Your clothes were getting hard to fit into, but you managed for now. With that new body you enlisted into bodybuilding competitions to show off to the masses your new physique and you were rocking it just look at you!

Months passed like this with your new life and your clothes were becoming harder and harder to fit in. An entire pile of ripped clothes began to stockpile all across your living space. The only things that fit were the posers you would use for competitions. That didn't stop you from consuming that entire container of protein was empty and not a crumb was left. At that point it was final the only clothes fitting you were your posers. You looked at the mirror in your room as it set in that this is your wardrobe till the end of your days.

Even when you tried to stop eating the protein your bulky physique never wavered even when you scarfed down tons of fatty foods if you could even enter any with the strict No shirt no service policy. Competitions were the only place where you felt like you belonged now. This is your life now and there's no going back.

The life you wanted but to an insane degree...

[iliketangerines]

I’m back tehehe- So I’ve got two ideas😍 idk if you’ve ever played god of war- but imagine a reader who’s like Heimdall. Cocky, arrogant, annoying, sassy, powerful, incredibly rude, and untouchable but also imagine like one day lord Raiden or mk11 Hanzo- possibly even mk11 kuai liang- get so pissed and end up hitting reader. Like actually landing a hit and reader gets all pity and bratty. Then it leads to them “teaching” reader some manners- ((spanking, rope tying, hair yanking, choking, possibly inappropriately use of ice for kuai liang??))

My second idea

Reader who like is a giant with Oni powers. Shes also really buff- but she tries to be girly. It’s hard for her because she’s so tall and strong. She tries to not eat a lot and be as girly as she can be but people sorta make fun of her and bully her for it. Maybe it’s Tomas x reader or perhaps Sareena- maybe Kitana

That’s all- I love you Pookie-

lovely as a flower

a/n: CLOTHING DOESN'T HAVE A GENDER. SAY IT WITH ME GUYS

pairing: kitana x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowgirl, praise kink

you sit in Kitana’s throne room, staring at yourself in the mirror as you apply some color to your lips and staining it red, and you admire your work

it was well-done, or at least you hoped you looked well-done as you started cleaning up the brushes and closing the lids to all the make-up

standing up from your seat, you flatten down your dress, hoping it didn’t look too out of place on your body, and you hum happily at the sight

you looked gorgeous, you knew you did, and you give yourself a little spin to admire how the dress flows about you

unbefitting, odd, strange, the thoughts fill your head, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath

no time to doubt yourself tonight

walking over to the door, you take a deep breath and walk out, trying not to psych yourself out as you pass by the guards and maids to the banquet hall

you enter the hall, and all eyes turn to you

Kitana waves at you excitedly, standing and almost running over to you with a large smile on her face, and she runs into your arms and gets up on her toes to give you a kiss

she says you look beautiful tonight, and you beam at her, thanking her for her compliment before hooking your arm with hers and walking to your seats

you’re not sure how you scored Kitana as a simple guard, but you weren’t going to complain

you suppose you’re tall, buff, strong, and perhaps a little charming and that’s what drew the princess in

you’re drawn out of your thoughts as Mileena and Tanya greet you from their own seats, and Kitana pulls your seat out for you and gestures for you to sit

you give her a grateful smile and sit down, flattening out invisible crinkles on your dress as you turn to face the Earthrealmers that had come to the tournament

there was their champion, Raiden, and then the other three there to help morally support Raiden and also represent Earthrealm

they greet you cordially and give you their names, and you do the same, slightly bowing your head to show your respect before turning back to Kitana

she grabs your hand from under the table and squeezes it as she talks to Johnny Cage, and you pick at your food with a fork with your free hand

Kitana notices how you pick at the little food on your plate, and she lets go of your hand to pile some more food onto your plate, all your favorites

she urges you to eat with a glance over to you, and you give a weak smile, only thinking about how all the protein would add onto your muscle mass

you liked being strong, you really did, and the muscles were a proud achievement of yours

but lately, they felt more like a curse whenever you walked anymore in the palace as Kitana’s consort

it had never been a problem to be strong before because you didn’t have the money to buy all the pretty things that you wanted, so you just plain shirts and pants

but then Kitana had taken an interest you and bought you every single thing you even glanced at in the market, and suddenly your closet was filled with all things you had wanted since childhood

you still took time at the training grounds to hone your powers and your fighting skills, but you heard the whispers

how a monster could have possibly captured the attention of their beloved princess, and why someone that looked like you dressed in such feminine clothing

eventually, the training grounds became a place you avoided, and you tried to slim down and seem more like what you dressed as, more like Kitana

the sound of a scraping chair snaps you out of your thoughts as Shao Kahn angrily shouts something about the Earthrealm champion

Kitana grips onto your hand tightly as she listens, clearly irritated with the general, and Empress Sindel dismisses the general, telling him to meet with her later

the room has suddenly become much more tense, and you no longer have an appetite

excusing yourself from the table and bowing to Empress Sindel and Mileena before you leave, you take the familiar path to your bedroom and shut the door

a grand night of celebration and drinks and food, and you can’t stop thinking about how you feel like you don’t belong in this dress and this make-up

there’s a knock on your door and the familiar call of your lover sounds from behind the intricately carved doors, and you take a deep breath

getting off the doors, you turn around and open them with Kitana standing there, a concerned look on her face

she reaches for your hand, asking what was wrong, and you just wave off her concerns and give an excuse that you didn’t feel very well

frowning at that statement, she reaches up with her arm and presses the back of her hand on your forehead to feel for any abnormal heat

she purses her lips and walks into your room, and you’re left to shut the door behind her

you watch as she sits down on the bed, slightly bouncing up and down, and she pats the spot next to her

you listen and sit down next to her, and she grabs onto your hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, and asks what’s wrong and to not lie, she knows when you lie

the room becomes much too warm and cold at the same time, and your skin feels like all types of clammy as your mouth dries up and your tongue weighs down heavy

Kitana doesn’t stop running her thumb over the back of your thumb, and it manages to calm you down just a bit to say you didn’t feel great in the dress

she turns to you in surprise and counters your statement saying that you looked amazing, beautiful, ravishing

there’s a small pause, and then she asks why you feel this way, eyes peering into yours and imploring you for the truth

sweat runs down your back, and an ugly feeling bubbles up in your stomach as a million whispery voices howl in your head with everything you’ve been feeling

you force a smile and say that you really just felt a bit sick tonight, nothing else

she frowns, and in a quick motion, she settles herself in your lap and pushes you down by your chest so your back flops onto the soft sheets

her thighs squeeze your waist, and she says that she’s heard the maids and the other soldiers talking and that she knows that they spread rumors about you

a cold feeling grips onto your stomach, shame, it’s shame, shame that you let silly school rumors get to your head and that you let them spread and infect your mind

you close your eyes and press your lips together, and you hear Kitana’s voice grow angrier as she says that they’re ridiculous, what right do they have to judge you, and how when she had first heard the rumors she had gotten so angry-

but she stops after a moment, taking in a deep breath, and she rests a hand on your chest and says that this isn’t about her, this is about you

your crack your eyes open just a bit at the statement, and she traces a hand down your chest, over the smooth silk material before tracing it down your stomach

she picks at the seam with her manicured nails and asks if you were okay, and you let out a sigh and turn your head to the side

the rumors did affect you, and you had let them get to your head and well you suppose you didn’t really fit the description someone who wore a dress and you just wanted to lose a bit of muscle mass-

a strangled gasp comes out of you as she slaps the side of your thigh with her hand, and your hands fly to her hips at the feeling

she stops and raises an eyebrow at you, telling you to continue but without any of that self-deprecating nonsense, and you nod and continue with a shaky breath

right, you shouldn’t lose muscle mass just because of a few narrow-minded people, and you know you look gorgeous in your clothing

you like dressing in pretty clothing, and it looks great on you and no one had the right to judge you

Kitana looks down at you approvingly and grinds her hips into your clothed cock as a reward, a slight whine leaving your lips at the feeling

she continues to just do that for a while, moving her hips against yours, and she tells you that you are gorgeous, absolutely beautiful in that dress of yours

her hands start to grab at your clothing and pull it up, raising her hips to properly bunch it up at your waist, and she sits right back down

it feels so much more intense and warm without the layers of clothing, and you can’t help but whine as she grinds on you, the material of your underwear rubbing against your sensitive cock

she says she’ll buy you every pretty dress you want, that you deserve it, that you are important to her and that she loves you

you moan out her name, adding on a please to the end as your hips buck up, desperate for more friction than just her grinding down on you

Kitana just smiles softly down at you and gets up off your lap to fully undress herself, and you sit up, reaching around your back to unzip it

she tells you to stop, and you do, looking at her with a dazed expression as you watch her strip herself down

pulling your lacy panties down to mid thigh, she gets back up on your lap and pushes you back down to lie flat on your back, and she grinds her pussy into your bare cock, relishing in the small little whimpers and gasps you let out

the princess tells you that she wants to ride her pretty little lover in their dress, wants to show her appreciation for it

it makes you flush and warm, and you close your eyes in pleasure as she continues to move her hips down on you

there’s no rush, just her grinding along your cock and your desperate little cries as you beg for her to please please ride you

after a while of just watching how you moan and whimper, she stands on her knees and lines you up with her pussy

she whispers that you’re so beautiful like this as she sinks down, and it draws a loud long keen out of you, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as she grinds her clit into your pelvis

it ruins your make-up, and you’re sure the lipstick is smudged from how much you’ve been biting your lip

but she keeps complimenting you as she rides you slowly, rising up slowly before slamming her hips down, and you gasp her name in pleasure, hips trying to buck up further into her

Kitana doesn’t quicken or slow down her pace, riding you steadily as she tells you that you look so beautiful, her beautiful lover, the prettiest

she tells you she’ll spoil you with the finest jewelry and cloth her money and status can buy and that you are so important to her

her soft and sweet words quell something within you, and there is the feeling of something warm and honeyed filling your nerves

it’s all-consuming, filling your every sense, and you moan out her name as your hips buck up into her and cum inside of her

she’s in no rush and lets you ride out your orgasm as you blubber out thank yous over and over again, hands holding onto her hips and kneading at the flesh

finally, your whimpers of pleasure die down as she coos at you, rising up off of you and urging you to properly lay on the bed

you just sit up and whine that she didn’t get to finish, and she just cradles your face in her hands and tells you that it’s okay, she could always draw her orgasm out of you later

memories past of her fill your head and make you bite your lip, and Kitana just rubs her thumb over your cheek before moving away to help clean you up

she’s gentle as she wipes the make-up from your face, and her hands are soft and slow as she unzips the dress and throws it onto a nearby chair

finally, the two of you lay on the bed, your head in her chest, and she rubs your scalp as you slowly fall asleep

your problems wouldn’t disappear like this, but knowing Kitana was by your side made the journey that much easier

[bellaxgiornata]

You're Safe With Me [Chapter Three]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of chapters for You're Safe With Me here.]

Warnings: 18+; series contains violence, mentions of mass shootings, angst and comfort, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers, eventual smut

Word Count: 5.2k

a/n: Got another chapter written and edited literally all just today. Leaving you all on a bit of a cliffhanger but y'all get a bit more of the "relationship" between Frank and Reader here! Feedback is always appreciated!

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The heavy, harsh thud of the van door slamming shut hit your ears, causing you to startle awake. Eyes flying open, you jolted on the uncomfortable van floor as your senses slowly began to return to you. But as you steadily came to, you realized Frank had left the van, no longer sitting in the driver's seat. You also became hyper-aware of the sharp pain in your wrists from where the zip ties had been digging into your skin for hours. 

You weren't sure how long ago it had been since Frank had last taken them off of you–it wasn’t easy to see the clock on the dashboard from your vantage point on the floor in the back of the van–but the pair of you had been driving since he'd grabbed you at Ruby’s Diner this morning. Since then, Frank had only ever stopped to get gas or for the both of you to take the occasional bathroom break where he had a couple of times tossed a protein bar and a bottle of water at you afterwards. Both times he’d stood there, leaning against the back of the van eating his own snack in silence while you hungrily tore into the bar and gulped the water down, finishing both items quickly. Afterwards, he had immediately tied your hands back up despite your protests. He claimed he still wasn't sure if he trusted you not to run yet, though he at least hadn't put the duct tape back over your mouth. The threat of it alone had been enough to keep you quiet when you'd pestered him with a couple of questions only to be met with a threatening glare through the rear view mirror. So you'd remained silent for the entire drive, resigning yourself to listen to whatever country or rock music station he had playing on the radio as you'd drifted in and out of sleep.

But that bathroom break a while ago was the last time he'd removed the zip ties from you. Each time he had cut them from your wrists, he'd threatened to stop letting you free to use the bathroom if you made any attempt to run from him, and you honestly weren’t entirely sure if he was being serious or not. But you hadn't bothered with an attempt to escape from him since that first time you’d spotted him in the diner. Not just because you knew it was pointless to try, but because at that very first stop where he'd freed you to use the bathroom, you had questioned him for proof that Madani had sent him specifically to protect you the moment the duct tape had been removed from your mouth. Apparently eager to shut you up, he had called her and put her on speakerphone just long enough for her to confirm that Frank Castle was indeed your protection and that she trusted him with your life, but then he had conveniently hung up before you could tell her how he'd been treating you.

Awkwardly maneuvering along the floor of the van, you tried to push yourself into an upright position, wincing each time the plastic of your binds pressed into your already sensitive skin. Your entire left side ached horribly from the hours you’d been laying on the hard floor, jostled around repeatedly in the van as Frank drove. Shifting a little as you rested your back against the side of the van, you lifted up your sweatshirt with both hands, grimacing when you noticed the bruise beginning to steadily take shape on your hip. With a sigh you lowered your shirt, eyes darting towards the windshield at the front of the van. You spotted a couple of doors with numbers on them out front, also noticing that the sunlight outside was beginning to wane. Frank must’ve stopped at a motel then, calling it a day with driving. 

A chill ran through you at the prospect of being alone in a room with him all night. You knew next to nothing about this man besides what he’d done and the fact that he was supposed to be in prison–though he’d told you himself when you’d questioned him about Frank Castle that he was presumed dead now. For a second time. Nevertheless, you knew he killed people. You’d heard all the stories about how he’d wiped out entire gangs to avenge the deaths of his wife and kids. And you’d also seen firsthand the callous way he’d treated you since you’d met him–tying you up and covering your mouth, threatening to let you piss yourself in the back of his van if you tried to run during those bathroom stops. What the hell would it be like sharing a room with him tonight? Surely he wouldn’t try anything with you, right? If Madani claimed she trusted him with your life, you didn’t think you’d need to worry about that with him.

But still, you worried. You didn’t know what the Punisher was really capable of or who he really was as a man other than violent and vengeful. He made you nervous and uncomfortable even if you’d tried to seem strong in front of him when you’d attempted to pry answers out of him earlier. But he had, after all, left you tied up in the back of his van all day. He couldn’t be that good of a man if he treated you like that. So who knew what the hell he was going to do to you when he had you alone in a motel room all night. And that only had your palms beginning to sweat as your heart thudded a little harder in your chest.

The back door of the van flew open and you gasped in surprise, your head whipping over your shoulder in the direction of it. Frank’s hardened face met yours as he opened the second door, but the moment he saw you shrink away from him on the floor his expression fell.

“I’m not goin’ to hurt you,” he said gruffly. “I got us a room for the night. Can’t drive anymore and I’m hoping I put enough distance between us and that stunt you pulled at the diner this morning.”

Your eyes narrowed back at him but you made no show of moving. Frank's frown deepened as he stared back at you. 

"Look, you can either get out of there and come inside with me," he began, "or you can stay tied up in there all goddamn night. Choice is yours, Spunky."

"Don't call me that," you shot back.

The corner of Frank's lip twitched upwards in amusement. "I'm putting my ass on the line to keep you alive and you've been nothin’ but a pain in it, sweetheart," he replied, the term of endearment sounding condescending as it came from his mouth. "So I'm gonna call you whatever the hell I damn well want. Now you can either get out of there or I'm gonna leave you here all night. Then you really can piss yourself."

Jaw tightening, you began to awkwardly scoot your way along the floor of the van towards him, struggling as you attempted to use your bound hands. The zip ties only further bit into your wrists with the movement and you flinched, clamping your teeth firmer together at the sharp pain that shot through you. When you'd neared Frank at the back of the van, you saw him slip his pocket knife out of his jacket, the blade glinting in the dim light outside. Instantly you hesitated. 

"Hands," he ordered. 

Cautiously you held them out towards him, your eyes glued to the knife in his hand. He'd cut you out of the zip ties a few times today with that very knife, but everytime he had you couldn't help but fear he'd stab you with it afterwards. 

His large hand reached out, grabbing onto one of your wrists with far more gentleness than you’d expected. His other hand ran the blade smoothly through the plastic, easily cutting it. You instantly withdrew your hands from his hold the second they were free, wrapping your arms nervously around yourself. Frank's eyes lingered on you as he closed his knife, his expression unreadable as he put it back into his jacket pocket. 

"C'mon," he muttered. "We're room fourteen. I wanna get in and make sure no one followed us before we get too comfortable."

He stepped to the side, the back of the van wide open to you. You had every opportunity to bolt right now, to try to take your chance to run. Though there wasn't a single part of you that believed you could ever outrun this man. But as tempting as that thought was, you didn't know where you'd go. Frank had smashed your phone to bits on the side of the road once he had put a bit of distance between both of you and the diner where that waitress had called the police. He'd said he didn't want to risk anyone tracking you with it. So now you had no way to call for help–not that your dead phone would've been much help without a charger right now anyway. And the memory of those two men with guns that had showed up at your house was still very fresh in your mind. If more men like that showed up, you knew you wouldn't have any idea of what to do besides run. Eventually you knew that wouldn't be enough, either. 

Unfortunately for you, you needed Frank Castle.

Reluctantly you slid the rest of your way to the edge of the van, nervously eyeing Frank who'd ducked his head, his own focus on his boots as he waited silently for you. You could see the muscle jumping in his cheek as he stood there, his shoulders tense. Hesitantly you lowered one foot and then the other to the pavement of the motel parking lot, your muscles stiff from lying down on your side all day. Gradually you rose to your feet beside him, hugging your arms even tighter around yourself. He turned towards you and you immediately took a step away from him, startled by his sudden movement. He'd paused, his hand hovering mid-reach towards your duffle bag in the back of the van as his eyes landed curiously on you at the movement. His brows faintly drew together, a crease forming between them. 

"I told you I'm not gonna hurt you," he muttered, tone less harsh than you'd been used to hearing from him as he grabbed your bag. 

"I don't know that," you countered. 

Frank shouldered your bag, shutting one of the van's doors. You jumped at the loud noise, his eyes narrowing at you right before he slammed the other door closed next. He stood there for a moment, that unreadable expression still on his face as he watched you.

"That'd defeat the purpose of keeping you alive, wouldn't it?" he shot back. "So you can stop cowering away from me like I'm gonna put a bullet in your head when I'm the one trying to keep them out of your head, Spunky."

"Well you have a history of doing the opposite," you pointed out bitterly. 

The muscles in his cheeks twitched again, his eyes hardening back at you. You saw the way his hand tightened around the strap of your duffle bag. Maybe you should have backed down because you could clearly tell your words were only riling him up, but you wanted to make sure that he knew that you knew who he was.

“I work in the news, I know all about what you did in New York,” you told him. “Punisher.”

Frank’s lips thinned out, his nostrils flaring back at you. “That ain’t my name. And if you keep runnin’ your ungrateful mouth like that, I’ll gladly be slappin’ more duct tape over it,” he growled back. “Now shut up and follow me before I decide your ass ain’t worth all this damn trouble.”

Without another word, Frank turned on his heel and made his way around the van. You hesitated a moment, your eyes darting to the road just past the parking lot when he disappeared from sight. After that comment, he probably would let you disappear on him, but the memory of that gun pointed at you through your bedroom window flashed through your mind and your eyes snapped shut. Inhaling a deep breath, you tried to prepare yourself for spending an evening alone with the Punisher in a motel room. 

The thought of that sounded like a nightmare.

Exhaling the breath roughly, your shoulders dropped and you reluctantly began to trudge your way over to where Frank was currently twisting a key into the lock of room number fourteen. You spotted his large black bag over his other shoulder and you wondered what he kept inside of it besides zip ties and duct tape. Knowing him, probably guns. 

As you approached him from behind, you watched as he swung the door open, pulling the key out of the lock before he looked over his shoulder. His dark eyes landed on you, following your steps as you neared. With a grunt, he gestured you into the room with a nod of his head. Biting down on your tongue, you slipped past him and inside of it.

Instantly you were hit with the smell of must and bleach and your nose scrunched up at the overpowering stench. As you quickly surveyed the room, taking a few steps inside, you noticed the wallpaper on the walls was outdated and peeling in a handful of places and there were water stains decorating the ceiling. But at least there were two queen sized beds because you did not want to share a bed with this man.

The sound of something softly thumping onto the bed caught your attention and you spun on the spot, arms still hugging yourself. Frank had tossed his large, black bag onto the bed closest to the window and the door. Your eyes followed his movements, watching as he tossed your bag onto the bed nearer to the bathroom next. At the sound of his voice, your attention returned to his yet again hard to read face.

“Go on and use the bathroom if you want,” he told you, making his way towards his bag and unzipping it. 

He reached his hands inside and you shuffled two steps back instinctively, not sure what he was about to pull out. Your heart was fluttering like a caged bird before he stood upright, holding a bottle of water in one hand and a sandwich in his other. Your panic slowly began to subside at the sight of the innocent items he was holding. If he’d noticed the look of fear yet again on your face, he didn’t comment on it as he reached over and set the food on the end of your bed.

“Grabbed this at the gas station a few minutes ago,” he muttered, his attention back on his bag. “‘S’not much but we can get something on the road again later.”

Eyes lingering on him, you watched as he drew another sandwich from his bag, slowly beginning to unwrap it as he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the bed. He turned, focusing on the window that faced the parking lot as he took a large bite out of the sandwich, chewing with his back facing you. You felt your stomach grumble at the prospect of food and your eyes dropped down to the sandwich on the end of your bed. Remembering his comment about you being ungrateful, you swallowed your pride.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Frank’s mouth visibly stopped chewing, his head turning just a fraction to the side at your words, though his attention remained fixed on the window. His imposing figure looked intimidating standing there, blocking your path to the door. Though you assumed it was more to put himself in the way of any danger coming inside trying to get to you which should have made you feel safe. But if you were being honest, Frank unsettled you. Him always being so difficult to read didn’t help, either. You didn’t remotely know what to make of him.

“I uh…I’m going to use the bathroom then,” you said awkwardly, wincing as you did.

He gave a single nod before he fully focused back on the window, finishing chewing the bite of his sandwich. You watched as he brought it back up to his mouth, tearing off another large bite. 

Slowly you turned, moving cautiously towards the bathroom as if you were afraid he’d suddenly change his mind and tackle you to the floor for leaving the room. But he didn’t move in the slightest as you made your way into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind yourself. 

You hurried and used the toilet, washing your hands and taking in the appearance of your worn and tired face in the mirror. As you dried your hands on the off-white towel, you spotted the angry discoloring of your skin along your wrists peeking out from beneath your sleeves. Fear and panic suddenly slammed hard into you like a crashing wave.

Eyes falling shut, your lips began to tremble as you felt the threat of tears burning at your eyes. You stumbled backwards a step, leaning up against the bathroom door as the weight of the past couple of days finally fully hit you in that moment. Your life was truly in danger and here you were in a shitty motel room with dead crickets lining the bathroom floor as you tried to fight down a panic attack. You were on the run with a mass murderer and ex-convict in the other room. One who kept you bound under the guise of keeping you safe. And you had no other choice but to accept that or risk being killed–or possibly worse.

Pressing the heels of your hands hard against your eyes, you tried to fight the tears back down and focus on your breathing. You didn’t want to cry and you certainly didn't want to have a panic attack, not right now and absolutely not with Frank in the other room. No doubt he’d hear you. You didn’t need to give him another thing to insult you about and throw in your face. 

Inhaling a shaky breath, you tried to shove everything you were feeling all the way back down. You needed to get yourself under control and bottle this all deep down inside of you. Now was not the time to deal with this. You’d find another time to acknowledge your situation, but now was not it.

It took a few minutes of deep, focused breaths before you felt like you’d gotten a handle on yourself. Opening the bathroom door, you gradually made your way back over to the bed where Frank had set the food down for you. You sniffled lightly as you picked up the sandwich, peeling back the wrapper on it. Your eyes briefly shifted over to Frank’s back as you took a bite and chewed. He was still looking out the window, his back remaining towards you. 

“Doesn’t look like anyone followed us so far,” Frank said, breaking the silence as if he knew you were looking at him. 

You didn’t respond, not really sure what to even say to that. Instead, you ate your disappointing dinner in silence before drinking down half the bottle of water. As you’d risen to your feet to toss the empty sandwich wrapper in the garbage bin in the room, Frank finally turned around and focused on you. Nervously you tossed the wrapper away before turning and awkwardly settling back down onto your bed, timidly watching him in return. His hardened stare made you uncomfortable and your hands immediately began anxiously toying with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. 

“Should probably sleep now,” Frank finally said. “We’ll be on the road before the sun’s up. Don’t wanna stay here too long.”

Nodding slowly, you muttered, “Okay.”

You watched as he stepped over to his duffle bag, digging around in it for a moment. When he withdrew his hand, your heart sank at the sight of what he was holding in it.

“Please, can we not do that again?” you asked him.

“Still don’t trust you won’t run on me,” he answered, making his way towards you with the zip ties. “And I can’t sleep if I think I’ll be wakin’ up to you gone and me having more work to do lookin’ for your ass in the morning, Spunky. So yeah, we’re doin’ this again. Hands.”

Your eyes dropped down to the ties, your wrists stinging and burning at the prospect of being bound in those plastic contraptions again. Shaking your head quickly, your pleading eyes darted back up to meet his own.

“Please,” you begged him. “I promise I won’t go anywhere. Just–just please don’t put me in those again.”

The corner of his lip visibly twitched, but his expression remained otherwise unchanged. “Hands,” he ordered again.

Eyelids slowly falling closed, you reluctantly held them out to him. As he secured the zip tie tightly around your wrists, you did your best to fight the quivering of your lips. You were not going to cry in front of him, no matter how much it hurt to have those back on you again. But instead of Frank walking away once he’d tightened them, you felt him draw your hands back up and over your head. Your eyes flew open, widening in surprise when you saw he was attaching them to the headboard with another zip tie.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked him in disbelief.

“Like I said, Spunky,” Frank replied, turning away from you and making his way to the lightswitch across the room. “I can’t sleep if I think I’ll have to wake up and chase down your ungrateful ass in the morning. So I’m makin’ sure I won’t have to.”

He flipped off the light before he headed over to the window, drawing the curtains closed. The room became almost pitch black, the only light in the room coming from the parking lot outside and sneaking in past the corners of the curtain.

“I can’t sleep like this!” you shot back.

“Then it’s a damn good thing you were sleepin’ all day in the van, isn’t it?” Frank countered. 

“I’m not going to–”

“Pipe down,” Frank said firmly, cutting you off as you heard the mattress shift nearby, “or I’ll get the tape, too.”

You laid there, your hands raised above your head uncomfortably as your back rested against the headboard. Mouth gaping open in the dark in the direction of his bed, you couldn’t believe he’d done that. Though considering how he’d treated you all day, maybe you should’ve seen it coming. Anger shot through you, your lips curling back in a sneer as you readied yourself to lash out at him, but then your mouth snapped shut, immediately thinking better of it. You knew he’d just get the duct tape to shut you up and you didn’t want that, too. With an irritated huff you tried to situate yourself on the bed, seething in your anger as your head dropped back against the headboard. 

“Good choice, sweetheart,” Frank’s voice sounded through the dark.

°•°•°•°•°•°

Frank’s eyelids abruptly flew open, his body strangely on alert. It took him a moment to adjust to the dim light in the motel room before his eyes darted to the old alarm clock on the nightstand between both of the beds, the digital numbers on the clock showing him it was just after two in the morning. He’d gotten a good few hours of sleep at least, but he hadn’t planned to wake up quite this early.

A soft noise nearby registered in his ears and Frank immediately stiffened along the mattress, his head shifting on the lumpy pillow so he could hear better. It sounded like it was coming from the bed in front of him where you were laying. His eyes narrowed as he listened closer. Only a couple of seconds later he heard it again; it was just a faint sound barely noticeable in the room, but Frank instantly knew exactly what it was. His eyelids slowly lowered, guilt hitting him hard in the chest. He could feel his heart twisting as the faint broken noise hit his ears again. 

You were quietly crying on the bed next to his. He could tell by the soft, repeated sniffles and the uneven hitching of your breath. If Frank was being honest, he had felt like an asshole for how he’d treated you since he’d first met you, even if you were a pain in the ass. The terrified and judgemental looks he kept catching you shooting him that made him feel like a monster didn't help, either. They always made his skin crawl. 

Though truthfully he couldn’t blame you for trying to run when he had abducted you from that diner yesterday morning. He knew what the media had said about him. Of course you’d be terrified of the Punisher coming after you, especially considering your current situation. Madani had warned him about you possibly being scared of him, too. She had told him that she hadn’t informed you about exactly who she’d sent to protect you; she had been afraid that you’d have never hung around the diner long enough to even meet with him if she had. And she'd stressed repeatedly how important your testimony with your evidence was to her case she was assembling, so she couldn't risk losing you or you getting killed by telling you exactly who was coming ahead of time and taking the chance that you'd run off.

Admittedly Frank hadn’t wanted to keep tying you up like this, but he also really didn’t trust that you weren’t going to run on him the first chance you got. And he really didn’t want to make more work for himself having to hunt you down because you did seem stubborn and foolish enough to bolt on him. You definitely seemed like you’d disappear and do something stupid and reckless that would end up getting you killed before he could stop that from happening. He wasn’t blind, either, though. He’d noticed the way those ties had been bruising your wrists and he’d felt disgusted with himself every time he bound you again. He knew it was hurting you, but he just told himself it was either that or a bullet in your head, and he’d much prefer the bruising on your wrists–at least that could heal.

But maybe he’d been too hard on you. He probably shouldn't have been so rough and distant with you right from the start if he didn’t want you to be afraid of him; especially since you knew the things he'd done. Maybe he should have started off trying to show you a bit of trust, and in turn maybe you’d have given him some. Maybe that was what he should try to do now.

Shifting on the bed, he drew himself up onto an elbow. He heard movement coming from your bed as he reached a hand out, turning on the bedside lamp. He saw you startle as light flooded the room, your head immediately turning away from him as if you were trying to hide your tears. It looked like you were attempting to dry your tears on the shoulder of your sweatshirt with the way your head was moving now. The sight of that only further stirred up the guilt inside of him.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice sounding loud as it broke through the silence. “I’m sorry. I know you’ve been goin’ through a lot and I haven’t exactly been easy on you.”

“I’m fine,” you snapped back.

Frank frowned, slowly sitting upright in the bed. “No, you’re not,” he replied. “Your wrists are bruised and you're uncomfortable. I’ll take the ties off and stop usin' them if you give me your word you won’t run. Deal?”

He heard you let out another sniffle, his frown only deepening at the sound. When you spoke, your voice had sounded so small that it had shame coiling in Frank’s gut, his fist curling around the stiff motel sheets. 

“Deal.”

Releasing the sheets from his grip, Frank leaned over on the bed towards the place he had tossed his jacket earlier, fishing his hand into the pocket of it and pulling his knife out. He pushed the sheets back off of himself before he rose to his feet, noticing your watery gaze now on him. His teeth grit together at the sight of your red eyes and damp cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again. “I wasn’t–”

He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he swore he heard a sound coming from outside. His head shifted over his shoulder as he tried to listen closer.

“What was–”

Frank held up a hand, cutting you off. He thought he picked up on the sound of a car door closing and muffled voices coming from the parking lot. It was entirely possible it was nothing but other innocent travelers on the road stopping for the night, but Frank highly doubted that. They had to be here for you.

Adrenaline shot through him immediately, his body ready to act. His attention abruptly returned to you, grabbing onto your hand carefully before slicing his knife through your bindings in one quick motion.

“Get under your bed and stay there,” Frank ordered you sharply, his eyes focused on yours. “Don’t come out until I tell you to, d'ya hear me? You stay there.”

He saw the way your eyes grew wide in fear, darting from him to the door and then back to him. But you were looking at him just as terrified as you were looking at who might be on the other side of that motel door, too. Frank tried his hardest not to let that fear you had of him affect him right now, but admittedly he'd felt something because of it. And it wasn't pleasant. 

“Don’t be a pain in the ass right now, Spunky,” he spat gruffly. “Do what I said. Now .”

You scrambled off of the bed, eyes still wide in fright as you lowered down to your knees on the dirty motel floor.

“What’re you going to do?” you asked, hesitating as you eyed him fearfully.

Frank had already turned and begun digging through his duffle bag that he’d left at the foot of his bed. He was busy trying to decide which guns he’d need for this upcoming fight while trying to count the muffled voices outside. He didn't need this from you right now.

“You–you can’t just shoot people!” you whisper-yelled at him.

Frank shot you a hard look over his shoulder, his jaw set firm. “It’s us or them, sweetheart,” he snapped. “Now get under that goddamn bed before I make you get under that goddamn bed.”

He saw the look of terror cross your face at his threat before you nodded weakly, disappearing out of his sight and making your way under the bed. Frank didn’t have time to question why his stomach twisted in knots at that look on your face. 

Right now, he had a job to do.

[hanayori89]

A Hero’s Choice: A Skyward Sword Fanfic

🪶 Hello all! I just wrote this for fun and have no direction with this. I just like Skyward Sword and fluff as comfort writing material 🪶

***** Some Fluff *****

Lesson 1: A Repulsive Romance

 It was pretty nauseating. 

Your elbow was planted firmly on your desk, and your hand curled beneath your chin, causing your arm to resemble a doric column as it supported the heavy infrastructure of your head. Your eyes kept fluttering closed. 

"Y/N!"

Professor Owlan's voice boomed across the classroom. "Would you like to answer my question?"

"Uh-" Your frantic eyes searched the patient expressions of your fellow classmates. 

Your friend Karane elbowed you from your left side." He was asking how to soothe a distraught Loftwing midflight." She sighed beneath her breath.

"Oh, yes, to soothe a Loftwing midflight, it is imperative to make sure you speak in a mild tone, find the pressure point on top of its head, and rub it."

"Why?" Professor Owlan inquired. From the harsh cut of his voice, it was clear he caught you dozing off.

"Because this pressure point, when massaged, is connected to the Loftwing's central nervous system and will flood it with feel-good endorphins."

"Very well. Take your hand off your head, please." He reprimanded you before continuing to swat the whiteboard with his ruler.

"Y/N, you are training too hard." Karane chided from beside you. "It's important to keep your grades up too. Being a knight isn't all about brawn, you know?" 

"I know that, but I have to! I can't let-" Your eyes looked over to see your rival and friend, Link, gazing at you from over his shoulder. When he caught you staring at him, he looked away.

Karane continued, "Link will always have an advantage because of Zelda."

And there it was. The name that made your stomach churn.

Zelda.

She was Headmaster Gaepora's daughter and the most sought-after girl in all of Skyloft. With cascading strands of gold and features symmetrical like the grand goddess statue, Zelda had a face that could rob a man of his voice.  

And she was in love with Link.

You let your eyes wander in Zelda's direction. She sat behind Link, her eyes half-massed, as she stared at him as if he were a freshly baked cake. 

"Y/N..."

You turned to see Karane observing you.

"Are you sure you don't like Link?"

"Um. Ew. Actually, Ew." 

"You're the only girl that thinks Link is "ew." She chuckled as you made an exaggerated grimace. 

"Y/N, Karane," Professor Owlan hissed. "Would you care to share with the class what is so important you need to whisper during this lecture. 

You saw Link's blue eyes bubble with curiosity as he peered at you once more from over his shoulder. 

"Y/N here isn't taking care of herself, and I am imploring her; she needs to do better because the upcoming Loftwing ceremony is a mere week away." She stood up, causing a scene, which, as your best friend, you knew was her tactic to distract the class from Professor Owlan's question.

"Are you all making sure you're sleeping? Eating your protein and vegetables? Staying hydrated? This ceremony is a big deal, and we all need to make sure we are taking care of ourselves for this competition."

Fletch raised his hand; his eyebrows were knit upward in a way that made his face constantly appear clueless. "Actually, I haven't been sleeping well myself. I am quite nervous."

The sound of a slam made the entire class jump. Groose stood, his massive hands slapping his desk once again. "Psht. As if eight hours of sleep are going to give you all some magical benefit against me. We all know I will be Zelda's chosen hero." Groose stood, pumping his bicep muscles in a slow and deliberate manner, as if someone were inflating a balloon beneath his flesh.

"Ok, enough!" But as the chatter of uncertain voices began to carry throughout the class, the bell sounded, and Professor Owlan's admonishment went unacknowledged. 

As books began to slam shut and chairs slid across the polished wooden floors of the classroom, you began to gather your things. You were hoping to sneak in a quick nap before you went over to Eagus's dojo and did another round of grueling sword training.

"Y/N." 

You turned to see Link staring at you.

"You really are pushing yourself too hard." His voice was feathery, like his dark blond hair. "You have bags beneath your eyes."

You dropped your bookbag, your hands flying to your hips. "Not all of us have favoritism on our side, Link!" 

His expression shifted, and he looked down at his shoes, hurt plastered on his face.

"Well?" You kept goading him on. "Did I hit a nerve? Your Zelda's favorite; we all know who really is going to win, but at the very least, I want to lose knowing I tried my very best."

"You're amazing, Y/N. Your determination and persistence are unlike anyone here, including myself."

His unexpected compliment knocked you off your high horse. You allowed yourself a momentary glance at him, the sincerity in his eyes made your chest constrict. A feeling that would happen sometimes when your eyes would meet. 

Something else that you found nauseating.

"I just want to be better than you." Your response offered him no other opening to continue the conversation.

He opened his lips, but Zelda came running over. "Link!" She laced her fingers into his. Come on, let's go practice with our Loftwing. There's a perfect breeze that will be beneficial for our practice today." Zelda turned and looked at you. A surreptitious glint was reflected in the way she looked at you, and you could translate it simply as jealousy. It couldn't even be hidden beneath her saccharine smile. 

"Hello Y/N. You should get some practice, too. Perhaps you and Karane can take advantage of this phenomenal weather we are having."

There it was. You and Karane. Because Link was hers and would never be anyone else's.

Not that you cared. 

Link was nothing more than a pretty face who could somewhat wield a sword. 

She could have him.

But as she pulled him away, he gave you a lingering look, and your chest began to constrict in that familiar way you despised.

It was pretty nauseating. 

Edited: 5/8/24