#pre-body swap

[berenwrites]

Through Your Eyes - Steddie - PG13

for @steddie-week Day 4

Prompt: Trade / body swap / Wouldn't It Be Good by Nik Kershaw

rated pg-13 | 943 wds | cw: choking | tags: eddie lives, pre-steddie

Summary: Steve wakes up and something is definitely not right.

A/N: Apologies for being late with this and for not writing day 3 - everything I tried to put to paper over the last 2 days refused to play ball until this morning.

(Also on AO3) ( My Other fic on Tumblr)

Through Your Eyes: A Living Nightmare

Steve woke up choking and desperately trying to pull something out of his throat. His lungs were screaming at him. He couldn’t breathe. When the obstruction finally cleared his airway, he threw it to the side, coughing up slime and sucking in precious oxygen.

For what felt like an age, all he could hear, all he could feel, were his lungs franticly trying to get enough air.

His whole body ached, and his chest felt like it had been pounded. It was, unfortunately, not an unprecedented feeling. Not that that made it any easier to deal with.

Only as he finally managed one long deep breath did he realise something was wrong. Looking up, he saw a red sky. Ice flashed through his veins as he took in the Upside Down. Turning his head from one side to the other, be looked for any explanation. Next to him was a pile of vines that looked like they had been in some kind of shape like the pots they had made from snakes of clay in kindergarten. The ‘pot’ was open right next to where he was kneeling. It dawned on him the thing he had pulled from his throat had also been a vine.

He had gone to sleep in his own bed, waking up here made no sense. He hadn’t been anywhere near the Upside Down.

It was so hard not to panic.

How had he got here? What had happened to him?

So many questions flashed through his head. None of which he could answer.

He forced himself to take another deep breath. He needed to get up and get out. He’d done it before, he could do it again. Only when he tried to stand, his limbs refused to support him, and he ended up back on his hands and knees. Slime-covered hair flopped in his face, wrapping across and under his chin. He froze.

That wasn’t right.

Staring down at his hands, he let the fight or flight need lower as his confused mind sorted through what was going on. Rings glinted from his fingers in the red light. He didn’t have rings. Sitting up and back, he lifted his hands, looking at them and down at his body. Only it wasn’t his body. He recognised the ripped jeans, even more ripped now, and the devastated Hellfire shirt. This wasn’t his body because it was Eddie’s.

For a second he felt the ridiculous desire to laugh.

This made no sense. Nothing made any sense. Was he having some bizarre nightmare? It felt so real.

Just when he thought he might go mad, he felt a weird kind of pulling. It felt like someone was standing behind him and pulling on his insides. Something ripped, like Velcro. His surroundings went hazy, swirling and making his stomach churn. He felt like he was falling, only it wasn’t air rushing past him, it was something else, something that made his nerves tingle. He still landed with a thud though, body shuddering from head to foot like he’s just been thrown to the floor.

It was so overwhelming it took him a few seconds to adjust. When he opened his eyes, he saw his bedroom, only he wasn’t in his bed, he was sitting at his desk, and in his left hand was a screwed-up piece of paper. In his right was a pen. If he had been in bed, he could have put everything down to the weirdest nightmare he had had yet, but he wasn’t.

He swallowed, remembering the taste of slime in his mouth and the rawness of his abused throat. Not sure what he was going to see, he flattened out the piece of paper, taking in the scrawling handwriting that was not his own.

Steve, I don’t know why this is happening, but I need you to believe it is. Maybe it’s the bats, fuck if I know. He brought me back. Restarted my heart, cocooned me in his vines, and healed me. He wants an avatar to cause chaos and terror. He wanted you, but couldn’t get into your head, so whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. So, he’s making do with me, only when he tried to take over something happened. It felt like a door slamming shut in my head, and I found myself in your body. I can feel myself being pulled back, so I’m writing this as fast as I can. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fight him off when I’m me again, so I need you to know what I know, what I saw when he was in my head. He’s weak. We nearly did it. But he’s getting stronger because of the rifts. Act fast. I’m sorry I broke my promise. I had to save Dustin. Did what I thought you would have done. I need to tell you

The writing just stopped, as if Eddie had been in the middle of it when they swapped back.

Steve read it a second time, then a third. Gripping it tightly, he stood and pulled the box from under his bed, taking out the walkie he had hidden there.

“Anyone listening, this is Steve, we have a code red, repeat code red. Over.”

“Dustin here,” came back almost instantly, not really surprising as the kid was paranoid since their encounter with Vecna, “what’s the situation? Over.”

“Eddie’s alive in the Upside Down, we need to move. Over.”

He didn’t know how they were going to do it, but he did know two things: one they had to get Eddie back, and two Vecna was going down, for good this time.

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[booklove22]

If Captain Thom doesn’t make an “I’m deaf, not blind” joke when Ace tries to tell him there is nothing between him and Nancy, then what are we even here for?

[napneeders]

revisiting the bodyswap au. just occurred to me to wonder how long it would take Izzy before he saw "his" name in writing and realized it was not Steed

[battlevann]

uhmmmmm swap au mutuals how do we feel about drummer or bass player Zacharie

[cosmic-nonconstant]

Is Steve confused when he wakes up to an alarm that isn’t his and finds himself in a tiny, cluttered, and completely unfamiliar bedroom?

Yes. Very. 

Not that it’s the weirdest place he’s ever woken up unexpectedly. That questionable honor goes to the backseat of Billy Hargrove’s car, where Steve painfully dragged himself into consciousness post ass-kicking and found himself on the way to set fire to a nest of monsters with a 13-year-old in the damn driver’s seat.

He feels kind of awful now too, not like he got beat to shit but just… off. Normally, he’s ‘bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed’ as soon as he wakes up (Robin’s phrasing; she always says it like Steve’s ability to function at 6 a.m. is personally offensive to her), but his brain feels syrupy and his eyelids are so heavy he doesn’t care whose bed this is as long as he can keep sleeping in it.

Is he shocked when he finally drags himself up, leans around a weirdly pointy guitar to peer in the mirror, and sees Eddie Munson’s face looking back at him? 

Absolutely. He spends several minutes fully freaking out about it.

Chapter 4 is up on ao3!

[usslakevee]

"Beam us up Scotty." The Captain ordered, a hand on Spocks shoulder. He squeezed gently, and a wave of affection crashed against Spocks mental shields.

"Aye Captain," Lieutenant Scott said, and the familiar feeling of the transport washed over him. He blinked and the Enterprise appeared, although it was slightly different. A wave of calm washed over him, the earlier emotions properly shielded now.

"Lieutenant Scott is there a reason my height has decreased by five points zero eight centimeters?" Spock asks, and his voice comes out wrong.

"Captain?" Lieutenant Scott asks, looking directly at him. He glanced to the side to see, himself.

"Ah, I see," Spock remarks, looking at his own hunched form. "Fascinating."

"Mr. Spock?" Lieutenant Scott asks, a note of hesitation in his voice. He steps forward, reaching out to touch him, and suddenly Spock's body is in the space between them, growling at the Lieutenant.

"Back off." He growls, face twisted in rage.

"Fascinating," Spock mutters. "Captain Kirk, are you quite alright?" The rage seems to melt away as the Captain turns a blinding smile on him. A smile that would normally have him strengthening his shields. It looks strange on his own face.

"Hi Mr. Spock," the Captain says, and his ears flush green.

"I'm gonna get the Doctor," lieutenant Scott decides, gesturing to the door as he leaves.

"A wise decision." Spock confirms, grabbing onto the Captain as he turns to glare at the Lieutenant.

"Am I correct in assuming you are experiencing heightened emotions Captain?"

"Yes!" The Captain cries out, "it's a lot. Did I just growl at Scotty? Damn, I'm going to need to apologize, that wasn't very nice of me," he looks so genuinely distressed that Spock is unsure how to proceed.

"Your distress is illogical," he says, "the Lieutenant knows of your unusual situation and is not likely to hold your behavior against you." The Captain sniffles, and looks up at him through his lashes. There's barely a thrum against his shields.

"You think so?" He asks, hand rubbing at his cheek.

"I would not say so if I did not," Spock informs him. It is strange, not to have to brace his shields against waves of emotion.

The doors slide open, and the Captain whirls to face the threat, panic clear on his face.

"Whoah," Doctor McCoy holds up his hands, "what's wrong with Spock?" He says, looking at Spock in Kirk's body.

"I assure you I am alright Doctor," Spock says

"However it seems the Captain is struggling with the heightened emotional responses Vulcan biology is prone to."

"Damn Vulcan bullshit," the Doctor grumbles, and the Captain begins growling. Spock raises an eyebrow at the Doctor.

"I believe aggravating the Captain may be unwise," he remarks. The Doctor rolls his eyes and steps forward, a hypo in hand.

Kirk shifts into a crouch eyes tracking the doctor, as he keeps himself between the two of them.

"Run!" He orders Spock, and charges at the Doctor.

"I'm sorry Captain, but that does not seem to be a prudent course of action," he reaches out to stop the Captain, but he's slower then he expects. The Captain is already lunging at the Doctor.

"Dammit Jim!" The doctor goes down, and Spock moves to act, following the only logical path. He pulls out his phaser, and stuns the Captain.

"Do you require assistance Doctor McCoy?" He asks, hardly sparing a glance at the Captain, and that isn't right.

"What's wrong with you?" McCoy asks.

"I am finding human emotions to be exceedingly easy to shield against." He explains, "I am quite well I assure you."

"Nope," McCoy declares, and jabs the hypo into his neck.

"Illogical decision," Spock mutters, before the sedative takes effect.

When he wakes up again he's in his own body the ever present thrum of affection for the Captain lapping insistently against his shields.

"Mr. Spock." The Captain says, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Yes Captain," he greets, nodding. The Captains ears turn pink.

"Good to have you back," he mutters, before walking out of medbay.

"Fascinating."

[suninthestars]

they‘re canonically nonbinary and I‘m keeping that till the end of time. Yeah Joku still thinks they identify as boys but what if they didn‘t?

i genuinely forgot that fact LOL thats very cool to know!!!

i like messing eith their genders but also. girls :]

[gor3sigil]

One evening, I was at the LGBTQIA center for a trans committee and I was the only trans man in attendance. One trans woman told me she never understood how I could want to be a "disgusting man".

Later that evening, she told me she'd love to swap bodies with me (I was pre T, pre op and didn't bind). I told her I didn't understand why she'd want to have the body of a "disgusting man".

She called me transmisogynistic.

Oh, the irony.

[awkward-teabag]

The body horror and violence also works in large part because it doesn't forget it's a kid's series. It's there but it's not voyeuristic and doesn't dwell on it except when the intention is to be horrifying. It's not disturbing because it exists in the first place but at the implications of it in that moment and what it means to the characters.

It doesn't pretend things are fine but it doesn't relish the bad parts, either.

"This is the reality of war".

It doesn't sugarcoat things but also doesn't fixate on the bad and isn't written where it's clear the author is intentionally trying to shock the reader.

And when you finish the series or learn the finale was explicitly to show that war has no winners and doesn't tie things up in a neat little bow, that people involved still have to live with what they went through and did, it puts a different perspective on things.

A lot of it went over kids' heads, mine included, because fuck yeah turning into animals, aliens, and waging a secret war, but as an adult? The implications are disturbing.

Which makes me appreciate and applaud Applegate and the ghostwriters for walking a line that a lot of writers fail at, especially with that many books over multiple years.

people ask me "how the hell is [scene from animorphs] in a kid's series" and i cannot emphasize to them enough that animorphs does not forget for a single moment that it is a kid's series

[napneeders]

wait I desperately need a Stede and Izzy bodyswap fic

[kingkatsuki]

— patrol

This is very self-indulgent I’m sorry in advance💕

Bakugou hates night patrol, and you hate sleeping alone.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, Bakugou has dirty thoughts about you, sleepy sex, creampies, cockwarming. Not proof-read as always.

Word Count: 2.2k.

Bakugou hates overnight patrols.

Not only because they mess with his body clock, ensuring his usual nightly routine is out the window as he falls into bed in the early hours of the morning. But the worst Musutafu has to offer seem to come out at night.

The most depraved creeps seem to come out as the sun goes down, crime never sleeps and apparently neither does Dynamight. And night shifts manage to turn the number two Pro into a social worker— just last week he had to deal with a lost woman who had just broke up with her boyfriend, and a drunk that was trying to fall asleep in the grimy booth of a hostess club.

But the worst thing about overnight patrols? Is knowing that you’re at home sleeping soundly in your shared bed, probably wearing one of his oversized shirts as it rides up your thighs— fuck.

He shouldn’t have thought about it.

Groaning at the stiffening erection between his thighs as he run a gloved hand down the length of his face. That was definitely the worst part about these shifts, often trying to swap with one of his sidekicks so he wouldn’t have to endure them.

It was too late for him now, his cock pulsing with want as he tried to ignore the sensation. Trying to stop himself from thinking about slipping into bed behind you and resting it between the supple swell of your ass, feeling the heat radiating from between your plush thighs as he buried himself inside you.

Bakugou was half tempted to call you, even though it was almost three in the morning— the excuse of missing your voice enough to justify the means. But he knew how tired you were from work when you arrived home this evening, the fatigue evident on your features as you gave him a soft smile, practically falling into his arms as he relaxed before his night patrol.

He palmed himself through thick gloves, thankful his huge gauntlets were big enough to conceal the movement if anyone were to catch him they’d think he was just adjusting them. Stifling a groan as he imagined your smaller hands wrapping around his length to give him a teasing pump.

A shrill scream sounded along the bustling street as he caught sight of a scuffle forming outside a nightclub in his peripheral as Bakugou groaned low and deep in his throat, furrowing his brows as he tried to ignore the throb between his thighs.

It was going to be a long fucking night.

It’s hours later when Bakugou is finally making his way home to you, his underwear sticky with pre as he spent the rest of his patrol thinking about this moment. Tired limbs dropping his gauntlets at the door before shrugging off his boots, already hearing you chastising him for leaving them in the way as his lips curl into a soft smile.

God, he missed you.

He’s just grateful the shift didn’t run over, as it often does if a fight breaks out or he has to try and get someone who’s just covered his boots in vomit on the correct train home. Meaning that by the time he’s finally finished and on his way back to you, you’ve already left for work.

Bakugou’s sock clad feet padded through your home as he made his way towards your shared bedroom, tugging his vest up and over his head as he discarded it to the floor. The sight of you exactly how he imagined earlier as you lay asleep in one of his shirts, the fabric bunched around your hips as you lay on your stomach. A leg bent at the knee as he saw the pretty lace panties that you wore, cursing beneath his breath.

If he’d known you were wearing those he probably would’ve called in sick in favour of burying himself inside you to the hilt, storing this scene away in the depths of his mind for the next time he’s needy and you’re not around. Moving his hands to unbuckle his utility belt as he held the lax weight of it, dropping it to the floor gently so’s not to wake you.

He cursed the sight of the time on his phone as he lay it on top of his wireless charger. Barely an hour until you were going to be getting up for work again to leave him alone in your shared bed, wondering whether he should disable your alarm so you miss work and spend the day with him instead.

Pulling the neatly made sheets back on his side of the bed as he climbed in beside you, immediately pressing his back against your side as strong arms pulled you into him. The saccharine scent of you invading his senses as he pressed the cold tip of his nose into the curve of your neck.

He’d almost felt guilty about waking you up, almost— if you didn’t sound so adorable at the sensation. Your breath hitching in your throat as he gave you a grin, his semi-hard cock presses against your hip as he nuzzles your skin gently.

“Mmmm, missed you Katsuki.” You coo, voice laced with sleep as you turn in his grip.

Your arms wrap around his middle as his warm palm moves to the back of your thigh, hoisting it up onto his hip so he could slot himself comfortably between them. His desire pressed flush against your clothed heat as a groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He rasps, “Missed you too.”

“I can tell.” You murmur, fingertips stroking the scars littered along his muscular back, “You didn’t even shower, smelly.”

“No time,” He shrugs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You gotta get up for work soon.”

“Don’t say that,” You whined, “I like to imagine I’ve got at least another four hours.”

Bakugou smooths a large palm along your upper thigh as he cups the curve of your ass, pressing you against his hard bulge with more urgency. Your pouty lips part in a gasp as you keep your tired eyes shut, his thick fingers slip between your thighs to feel along your slit.

“Did ya touch yourself without me?” He groans when he found your panties damp, fingers disappearing beneath the fabric to trace a line through your slick.

“No,” You mumble as heat licks at your cheeks, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” He hums, “What were you dreamin’ about hah, dirty girl?”

“You.” You reply earnestly, rolling your hips into his touch as a silent plea for him to touch where you need it most. Your neglected clit throbs with want as the tips of his fingers brush against it.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” He groans, a deep timbery rumble to his tone as he moves the same hand to tug down his boxers, “Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all damn night.”

“Yeah?” You gasped as you felt the leaking tip of his cock glide through your messy folds, nudging your puffy clit before catching your fluttering hole.

“Why don’t I show you?” Bakugou grunts as he pushes forward, feeling your walls begin to suck him in as he sinks deep into your wet cunt. Stealing the air from your lungs as your nails dig crescent shaped moons into his back, not that Bakugou cared. Those were the few marks he didn’t mind receiving, a constant reminder of how much he looks after you and a trophy to display proudly in the locker rooms at his agency.

“Oh, fuck. Kats—” You trailed off into a moan as he bottoms out, the length of his cock curving towards that sweet spot inside you as he began to give soft, shallow thrusts into your tight heat.

The salacious thoughts he’d had all night were nothing compared to the feeling of you clinging to him so perfectly, as though you were made for him as he set a languid pace. Calloused fingers dipping into the fat of your ass as he moves you along his thick cock, his warm breath fans against your skin as the stench of sweat laced with smoke and ash invaded your senses. The scent was intoxicating as you found yourself disappearing in it, burying your nose into Bakugou’s chest as you inhale deeply.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunts, feeling your walls pulse around his cock in response as he continued the pace.

Creamy rings of your slick circled the base of his cock and matted into his trimmed pubic hair as Bakugou worked you towards your release. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last long, especially after all the thoughts he’d had of you tonight.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He rasps, tilting his head back slightly to try and see your face in the early morning glow, “Can feel ya squeezin’ me.”

Bakugou didn’t give you a moment to respond before he was pushing your back onto the mattress as he settles between your thighs, not once pulling out of you as the new position had him even deeper. His blonde hair pushed back with his mask as his forehead presses against yours, fucking into you with long, deep thrusts. Stealing the air from your lungs with each precise forward motion, reveling in the pretty sounds you made that were reserved all for him.

When did he get so lucky?

“I’m— oh, fuck.” You manage to choke out from between shaky breaths as he hit that spot inside you.

“Yeah? Is that right?” Bakugou grins as he presses a sultry kiss to your lips, his tongue disappearing between them as he swallows your moans.

Everything was far too intense, as you found yourself slipping from conciousness. The pleasure swirling around your mind as your thick lashes flutter, feeling the familiar sensation swirling inside you as the cog begun to tighten.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know?” He grunts, “Got the best fuckin’ pussy.”

Bakugou shifts his weight, pressing some of it on top of you comfortably as he moves his hand to where your bodies are connected. Drawing messy figure of eights against your puffy clit as he worked you towards your release, guiding you towards the edge.

“Come on, sweet girl,” He coos, teeth nipping at your cheek as he gave a particularly harsh thrust against that sweet spot inside you, “Give it to me.”

“Katsuki.” Your walls begin to pulse around his cock as you lose yourself in a toe-curling climax. Your heart rattles your ribcage as you cling to his back, certain you’re leaving deep red lines along the surface as you come undone.

“That’s my good girl,” He groans, continuing to give a few more messy thrusts into your warmth, feeling your walls clenching around him to milk him of his own release, “Good, fuckin’, girl.”

Bakugou enunciates each word with a sharp thrust as his balls tighten, burying his face in the curve of your neck as he cums with a grunt. The heavy weight of him drops onto your chest as he spills white, hot ropes of cum deep inside you.

“Feel so good.” He mumbles against your skin, his stubble tickling your neck as he stayed buried inside you. Cherishing the final few throbs of your cunt around him as he felt his eyes begin to get heavy, slowly drifting into slumber, “All mine.”

This. This is exactly what he’d been waiting for all damn night, thinking about the moment that he’d get to come home to you.

Your fingers began to stroke through his hair, your nails scratching at his damp scalp as a guttural groan reverberates from deep in his chest.

“You need to shower, baby.” You mumble tiredly, already feeling sleep begin to consume you as your breathing began to lull.

“Later.” Bakugou rasps, fully intent of falling asleep like this— with his cock still buried snug inside you.

Until your loud alarm begins to blare around the room, causing Bakugou’s grip on you to tighten as he tries to bury his face in your chest. Holding you still as you futilely try to reach for your phone.

“I gotta turn it off, Kats— please.” You blindly feel for the device as you attempt to follow the sound. Bakugou’s heavy weight on top of you made it so you could barely move as he seemed content to fall asleep with the offensive noise. Although it was probably because Bakugou was used to annoying alarms— his current choice was a clip of All Might repeatedly saying ‘I am here’ which alone was arguably worse (a fact he would contest to the death), “Katsuki, please. My alarm is so annoying.”

He grumbles as he turns his head to face it, his cheek pressed against your breast as he pulls it off the wireless charger. Blindly stabbing at the phone screen until the noise stops, before dropping the phone to the floor as though this would somehow stop you from getting ready for work.

“Baby, I need to get up,” Your attempt to wriggle beneath his weight was in vain as he tightens his grip around your waist in retaliation, “I have work in an hour and I need to shower now.”

“Call in sick.” Bakugou replied simply.

[procrastinationaccount]

Top 10 griddlehark scenes that could have resulted in kisses, ranked by how hot it would have been if it had happened

Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form saying that this would have made the scenes better, merely mashing them together like dolls.

10. When the gang are headed to "Dulcinea"'s sickroom on Harrow's suggestion and Gideon says she could have kissed her. Girl do it!

9. Post-avulsion, once they're back in their room - preferably, right after "Don't price your life so cheaply, Griddle." Harrow is so fucking scared and so fucking in love, and while it is adorable that she turned to anger at the trials putting them in this position she also could have put that energy into a certain cavalier! Held back by just how pained and out-of-it Gideon was. You know in the morning she would be aggressively telling herself it was a dream.

8. Speaking of things Gideon told herself were dreams, that one time Harrow woke her up from a nightmare! Underrated scene imo. She's looking at you so so softly and understandingly despite the cynicism.

7. During the battle with Cyth, after Harrow saves her flying through the air and they're both slumped on a pile of bones. Gideon just nearly died because she was too busy admiring her perpetual bone, she's so proud of her it makes everything ache, and Harrow's openly performing for her now. No time for talking or thinking, pure adrenaline, just make your move before she passes out!

6. After passing the Winnowing challenge. They are both probably the most exhilarated and turned-on they've ever been. Harrow entered her body and it was a positive interaction. It might have fully struck at least one of them dead if it had happened.

5. During the stair fight, contingent on Harrow finishing the "how dare you mock my-" sentence. Gideon called her out on jealousy, which is major fucking progress for them as far as identifying feelings. They're drained and pissed off, and it's really setting in for Harrow how willing Gideon would be to give herself away to her. Show her that you care!

4. Pre-avulsion. See lovely role-swapped example by @sinshiney here!

3. Right after Gideon tucked away that shadow-colored lock of hair. We know it, we love it, Harrow I understand but at the same time please don't talk about the Body right now. You have no idea what this will do to the next year and a half+ of your relationship.

2. First Flower Of My House. Her trembling hand is on your cheek. A beautiful little smile is on her face. She just made the most beautiful declaration of love you've ever heard in your life. You're planning on dying anyway and have nothing left to lose. Shalalalalala-my-oh-my...

Honorable mentions:

After the discovery of Dulcie's ashes, once Gideon runs to confirm that Harrow wasn't the victim in a panic. It always kills me that she calls what she would've said the other day about finding Harrow dead a "youthful" dream, but at least you're done pretending now. Wake her up and give her an update!

The hug scene. Omitted because it's perfect the way it is.

The post-pool lean-in. Omitted because Gideon's mind was already made up when she started it. Meanest thing she's ever done.

While Gideon was backed up against that pillar, right after Harrow says, "And at the end of the night, the locked tomb is me." Would it have made any sense with the trajectory of their characters? No. Would it have been hot? It would have been hot as fuck, thank you for asking.

[br0therbf]

Thinking about being a supportive male friend to an ftm girl that hasn't been broken in yet, being so helpful with her transition - offering to help find somewhere to supply hormones and even getting involved in helping to research surgeons for top surgery. Fuck, maybe I even offer to help pay for it too so it seems less weird how overly involved I am in the whole thing - I've won over enough trust that nobody even questions it anymore. im just a great guy like that!

and then the big day comes... only for my ftm girl to wake up with even bigger tits that I've paid the surgeon to give her <3 they might have been able to fit in a binder before but now there's absolutely no way they could possibly be hidden anymore.

And the hormones id helped her get? Well, maybe at first id get her on T just to make her even more horny, but leading up to the surgery I'd have swapped them out to feminize her even more than how she'd been pre-T... pumping her so so full of it all that the udders she wakes up to aren't just huge but leaking milk too, matching the curvy soft feminine body I've forced her to have..

[spermeboy]

pairings: finnick odair x male reader

request: a finnick odair x male reader where Finnick is highly protective and possessive of his short male reader husband. All he wants is the reader to be under him and moans out his name as he breeds him.

warnings: SMUT ! , swearing, size kink.

MDNI + FDNI !

When you first began sleeping with Finnick, the sex was dirty. But once you got married, the sex became rough, dirtier, and finnick dominating your hole. Finnick has always been protective of you, even before you were together. He's obsessed with the way your body moves, the way you speak, the way you breathe. He is madly in love with you and would never let anyone lay a finger on you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist while he gripped your bare ass in his hands, and you both swapped spit. His tongue fighting for dominance in your mouth, your back pressed against the wall.

Your hard-on pressed against his body leaks pre-cum, coating his rippling abs. You gently thrust your hips up against him, and Finnick pulls away from your mouth. "Woah, don't get too ahead of yourself, baby." He smirks as he lays you down on the bed.

Finnick jerks his cock a couple times before leaning down to face your hole, he grabs your ankles pulling your legs open. "I've missed this tight hole." Finnick says, which causes you to blush. "Finnick, we've been married for two years now... we fucked this morning" You say which causes Finnick to role his eyes while laughing.

He pulls your legs, which causes your body to move with it, his tongue making contact with your hole, "fuckk." You moan out. Finnick spits against your tight pucker and pushes his tongue inside your hole, flicking it around in there, hitting all the right spots. "F-Finnick!" You stutter, which causes his tongue movements to become more precise as he knows which spots get your body shaking.

Finnick leans away from your hole, stripping his underwear off to reveal his hard on. "I can't hold back anymore, I need to fuck you." He smirks as his larger body towers over you. "I forget how small you look below me, makes me want to fuck you... hard." You blush as Finnick leans down to place a kiss on your lips before thrusting his cock hands free into your hole.

"FUCK!" you let out, as Finnick's cock opens up your tight walls. "After all these years and your body still hasn't gotten use to my size." Finnick smirks as you've become cock-numb.

Finnick continues to fuck you in an aggressive rhythm, hitting your g-spot at every thrust. Your eyes roll back into your head. "Who owns this hole?" He asks while thrusting deeper into you, "y-you!" You let out as maintain eye contact as your hole gets punished. "My name... say my name!" Finnick smirks as he leans down to suck on your nipple while thrusting into you. "F-Finnick!" You moan out as the pleasure takes over your body.

"Wanna cum for me, baby?" He says while kissing along your jaw.. "come on, cum for daddy!" Finnick looks in your eyes and nods at you, giving you permission.

"F-Fuckk! Daddy, I'm cumming" you moan out, as your shoot your load up across your body, hitting your chin, you breath heavily. Finnick continues to thrust deep inside you before releasing his load and painting your walls white. "F-FUCK!" He moans out.

He pulls out and lays down next to you. He leans forward and licks the cum off your chin "I love you" he says while kissing your jaw, "I love you too daddy"

[rivalsforlife]

Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Announced

At the Nintendo Direct today, news I have been tirelessly waiting six years for arrived: The Ace Attorney Investigations games are coming to all modern consoles! This includes Ace Attorney Investigations 2 (now officially known as Ace Attorney Investigations: Prosecutor's Gambit), after THIRTEEN YEARS of being a Japan-exclusive game!

Now everyone gets to experience Debeste Ace Attorney games! ... The Winner Ace Attorney Games!

Key Information

The collection is coming out on September 6, 2024 to the Nintendo Switch, PS4, XBOX One, Windows, and Steam. It will be available in Japanese, English, French, German, Korean, and Traditional and Simplified Chinese, with new voice dubs. Most of the information in this post will be coming from the official website, which you can check out for more details.

The reveal trailer is as follows:

There's lots of information here, so let's break it down:

New Features

Since these were originally Nintendo DS games, there's a massive jump in graphic quality to HD! This includes a new interface for Logic, the court record, and redone full-body sprites. But if you prefer the classic look, the AAI collection will let you swap between the sprite styles:

Similarly to the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles and 456 Collection, the AAI Collection includes story mode, dialogue history, a gallery containing concept and special art, and music including orchestral arrangements of the soundtrack.

You can also change the in-game soundtrack to rearranged tracks! This applies to Confrontation - Allegro, Confrontation - Presto, Objection 2009, and Pursuit - Chase Down The Truth (commonly known as Lying Coldly) with and without the intro.

Pre-Order Bonuses

Much like the AAI tracks, AAI2 arranged tracks can play in game, but these are currently restricted to pre-order bonuses (though this might change in the future). This includes Confrontation - Allegro 2011, Confrontation - Presto 2011, Objection 2011, and the intro and non-intro versions of Pursuit - Uncover The Truth (commonly known as Wanting To Find The Truth).

That's all on the English side, but much like the 456 collection, Japan has a physical collector's edition called the Mitsurugi (Edgeworth) Checkmate Set. This includes an arranged mini-album of songs by other composers, and new album art by Tatsuro Iwamoto.

The new songs include "Objections of Different Eras" (seemingly a remix of Objections 2009 and 2011), "Raven that Pursues The Truth" (remix of Kay's theme), "It's Time for Action!" (remix of Gumshoe's theme), "Howling Echoes" (remix of Lang's theme), and "Unveiling the Truth" (remix of the Pursuit songs).

This collection also includes a diorama set:

The set has two backgrounds (the rooftop of the Grand Tower and Edgeworth's office), and has standees of Edgeworth, Kay, Gumshoe, Franziska, Lang, Gregory, and... Verity and Eustace.

Which is a good segue into:

Localization Differences

Since most AA fans will be familiar with the fantastic AAI2 fan translation, the new names will likely be an adjustment for all of us. Characters in AAI (like Kay and Lang) will not have their names changed, just characters that were previously exclusive to AAI2.

Known name changes include:

Yumihiko Ichiyanagi / Sebastian Debeste -> Eustace Winner

Hakari Mikagami / Justine Courtney -> Verity Gavèlle

Tateyuki Shigaraki / Raymond Shields -> Eddie Fender

We also know that Manosuke Naito / Horace Knightley's new last name is Knight, and Gai Tojiro / Ethan Rooke's last name is Rook, which isn't much of a departure from fan translation names. We also know that Mikiko Hayami / Nicole Swift's new last name is Lloyd. I will provide updates on more names when they become available!

Regardless of your feelings on the new names - it's going to be an adjustment for everyone used to the fan translation that has been around ten years now - let's all keep in mind that despite the new names, the characters behind the names will be the same. And personally, as a massive fan of AAI2, I think the adjustment will be worth it if it means that more people get to experience my favorite ace attorney game for themselves.

With this announcement, all canonical ace attorney games have been ported to modern consoles and given an English translation. As I mentioned at the beginning of the post, this announcement is thirteen years in the making for AAI2! This is an unprecedented time for the popularity and accessibility of Ace Attorney.

(All we need now is the Layton crossover...)

Thank you all for joining me in this excitement and I look forward to collecting and sharing more updates as they arrive!