#workout-shortie

[uwudonoodle]

I refuse to run so other people can walk!

It's not a deep metaphor. I'm short and refuse to jog to keep up with giants. If you want to walk with me, let me walk.

[tgetsswole]

11/4/24 - workout

Warmup

10 butt kicks

10 jumping jacks

10 incline push ups

10 bodyweight squats

2x10 decline pushups

3x10 kettle bell rows @ 45 lbs

3x10 dumbbell press @ 2x25 lbs

3x10 bicep curls @ 2x25 lbs

Cool down

10 pushups

Stretch

[justatypicalwizard]

Virgin Bakugo x reader, suggestive

Imagine Katsuki who’s a total and complete virgin. His brash and aggressive exterior fooled others into deeming him a playboy. Handsome, successful and proud, what else would he need to perfectly abide the stereotype. Except, ever since he started UA, ever since he dreamed about becoming a pro-hero, ever since he laid his eyes on All Might, Bakugo had nothing else in mind except hard work. He bent his neck over homework, he cracked his knuckles before training and he broke his bones during missions, everything for the sake of greatness. Love didn’t exactly fit into his schedule.

It started when he was a kid. Other boys kept weird magazines under their beds and looked at girls wishing they got a lock of silky hair to keep. Katsuki didn’t understand. Girls in his class at school were weird and annoying. They always had to move in a group, went together into toilet stalls and whispered as if they couldn’t talk like normal people - loud and straightforward. What did his friends see in them?

Later, in middle school Katsuki finally discovered a few throughgoing differences between him and a set of new girls in class. His friends’ magazines turned into online videos that Katsuki despised. They felt unnatural and shameful. So he cut the topic short, deeming the girls in class boring and stupid. And honestly, that’s how he felt about them.

When a particular shortie with deep black hair, cut a few inches above her chin, stopped him in the middle of the track field, Katsuki sighed. What now? The girl confessed her crush, digging a small hole in the dirt with the heel of her shoe, and Katsuki felt almost nothing, maybe slightly uncomfortable with a tiny pinch of pity. She teared up but mumbled a sorry, to which he responded with a grunt and a ‘better not talk to me again, this is awkward’. Until the end of middle-school, no other girl built up the guts to confess to him.

UA made Katsuki feel like home. He was a cog, awfully clattering one, nonetheless a well working. When he moved into the dorms he was closer to girls than ever before, and once again it changed nothing. The blonde felt satisfied with himself, able to satisfy himself, with no need for another person turning his perfectly working plan upside down. He listened to his friends stories about kisses and, later, first times without much regret. When he gets to the top women will throw themselves to his feet, like Hawks or Endeavour. No need to stress about it, it’s not like he likes back any of the girls that lay eyes on him when he flexes and bends during workout.

This was the biggest lie Katsuki made himself believe. Time flew by and suddenly his friends were no longer making fun of each others’ stories about awkward first kisses or boob touching. They were no longer excited about relationships, they no longer made a big fuss out of every glance that lasted a second too long. It became events of the every day for them, and Katsuki felt left out.

When asked he turned a blind eye, he built a thick wall around his love life that no one was allowed to cross. Friends and family accepted the distance, deeming it yet another Katsuki thing. Given how handsome and successful he is, the man had to have a girlfriend or two, or three. They were simply kept a secret, nothing new for a pro-hero.

And so it went. Fear crept up Katsuki’s bones every time he imagined a botched relationship, an awkward one-night-stand, an adult-virgin first kiss. Girls were no longer girls, they were women, all grown up and knowing what they want. All expecting experience or mastery even from someone like him. All making him freeze, his body betraying, retreating in a defeated manner masked as brashness. ‘Dream on’ he used to say when an intern or a model from a small company approached during hero-themed parties.

Showing someone how utterly inexperienced Katsuki was, letting someone open up this new and fragile part of himself started to merge with the feeling of defeat. Quickly, the blonde decided that if anyone ever learned about his weakness, it would be the end of him. He saw, with the eye of his imagination, the headlines honking about Virgin Dynamite! Is it possible for the top handsome ranking pro-hero to be a virgin? Who stole Dynamite’s first kiss? And so on.

Out of options, Katsuki decided to let it go, unsure what to do, fed up with trying to find a solution.

That was until he found himself, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, on this painfully tiny couch, with you. There was a party, a fancy tuxedo one. There were people and drinks and perfectly glossed lips. There was music and vodka on rocks. And then suddenly there was none, only you and him, in a room forgotten by the ever-moving crowd.

Did the party end? Were there limousines lined up in front of the gold-dripping hotel, waiting patiently for their pro-heroes? Was there a villain attack and everyone went to the rescue? Was there a natural disaster happening? Where did these damn people go when Katsuki needed them? Where could he vanish when you were so close and so warm?

The blonde wanted to get up and walk away, spitting some bullshit in your face but his body froze. There it was, his secrets in danger. Despite not having much romantic experience himself, Katsuki was not stupid, he knew when lust filled his veins, he knew when someone wanted him. Right now you both felt the same way and while in fear of losing his pride, Katsuki couldn’t move away.

He couldn’t budge when you laid your palm on his thigh, he kept still as stone when you turned to face him fully, he stopped breathing when you moved close enough to let him feel your breath on his cheek. All the while he dug his fingernails into your knee.

Was it the uneven breathing that gave him away? Was it his hand that felt so lost on your skin? Or maybe it were his eyes that fought a battle between looking away and straight into your bust. The blonde wasn’t sure but when you glanced at him, with this frisky look in your eyes, he knew he was doomed. Katsuki nearly started waiting for a laugh when you tugged at his tie letting him fall over and cage you on the couch that was still painfully tiny.

“First time?” You breathed into the skin of his neck, climbing higher, pawing at his back and chest for support. Before he could answer your lips were on his in a hasteful and eager kiss. It was messy and all over your lips and cheeks and necks, all over the place. It was over in a blink of an eye.

Is this how a first kiss feels like? His friends told him stories about long, sweet and innocent pecks. This was nothing like the blackening memories at the back of his head. This felt like him, felt like his first kiss. Angry, bursting and forceful. Katsuki loved it.

“So it is.” Your voice, so close to his ear, tore him out of his head. You were still awaiting a response, one that would make him crumble, one that would destroy this perfectly unbalanced moment of lustful chaos.

Later Katsuki will wonder whether experience meant knowing what to say and do in the right moment, because you certainly knew how to do just that.

Gripping the collar of his shirt you tore the highest button, letting it fall down between your breasts for the blonde to find later. It were hands and knees everywhere for Katsuki, hotness and short breaths.

“You know what.” You asked, making him hum deeply into your skin. “If this is your first time then I cannot wait to see what you’ve got. After all an animal is the most aggressive, the most carnal when it’s starving.”

The little giggle that followed your smart remark made Katsuki grin widely. Fuck cliche stories about awkward frist times, fuck shy kissess and fuck confessions spoken with trembling lips. Katsuki will have to live with the fact that someone, that you, took away his virginity and you knew damn well about it. He will have to get over the loss of his mysteriousness (if you two are to date officially). Katsuki will gladly accept that. How could he not when once again he came out of a battle victoriously.Maybe it was his first time but it was his first time, his rules, his game and his girl.

[merletka]

Collaborated with amazing writer @alexcors and illustrated her fanfic about Damian Wayne. You can read it bellow! 💚

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– Concussion, multiple beatings, fracture of the collarbone, two ribs and the radius of the right arm, with multiple fragments. Do you have anything to say to that, Robin?

– This dealer raised his hand himself, covering his worthless face. What?

– You beat the suspect to a pulp! Batman barked at his son. – No patrols until Cantelli is transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

– But…

– That's all.

Damian clenched his teeth, but at the last moment decided not to fight with his father over a small dealer. Cantelli wasn't worth it. And therefore, having drowned himself, the boy just fell asleep.

***

The morning began with the usual five o'clock wake-up, a workout with pruning the squalid park art that Damian disapproved of in his garden. And he was already tired of explaining to Pennyworth that the enemy could be hiding behind large figures! Then a walk with Titus on a leash, Alfred the cat on his shoulder (because the mustachioed one did not want to wake up in any way) and a red-haired squeaking lump in his hands.

The kitten was dragged by a Red Hood a couple of days ago, startling Damian at first by pronouncing his full name without hesitation (few people in the family could pronounce Hafid ibn Ksufash Dami al Ghul even from the third time), and then by an attack of compassion for the animal. However, the boy quickly recovered from the shock, named the red kitten Roy Harper and now did not miss the opportunity to tease brother with the phrase "You gave me your accomplice, Todd."

By eight in the morning, Damian had time to check on the bat cow, comb Goliath, lose the nimble red Harper and find him sleeping peacefully in the cowshed. In general, Batman's heir successfully redid all his affairs, even phoned each Teen Titan individually and gave valuable instructions. On little things like different time zones, young Wayne habitually waved his hand, and everyone also grabbed a moral slap on the back of the head for trying to be indignant:

– Do it, Beast!

– Buzz me here again, Bug!

– The aliens were not given a word.

– Witch!

Damian belatedly realized that arguing with Raven was not worth it, because the importance of portals to any part of the world is difficult to overestimate. Fortunately, he knew about the weakness of every member of his team, and in Raven's case, it was sweets. Especially his sweets, with honey and spicy notes, which the girl fell in love with from the first bite. He will have to share again… She's definitely a witch!

At nine o'clock sharp, Pennyworth served breakfast, with tea in fine china, brown sugar, a slice of lemon and... an envelope?

- You have received an invitation, Master Damian.

- It's not interesting, - the boy muttered, finished with the meal and dryly told him not to disturb him. He was going to decide the fate of the world here, and they came with some kind of invitations!

However, the plan to destroy all (crossed out) almost all people did not come to mind, but the world itself lay perfectly on paper with watercolor paints, fortunately the view from the window was conducive to this. Up to a certain point.

– Todd!

- Hello to you too, Gremlin, - the Red Hood replied, climbing into his brother's bedroom through the window, while unsuccessfully clinging to the tulle with the toe of his boot.

- Pennyworth will bury you for this.

– Yes, yes, and will plant roses from above. Not that I mind much, but that's not the point right now. Get ready to go out.

Damian took a deep breath and unleashed his entire supply of Arabic obscenities on his brother, knowing full well that Jason would understand him. Unfortunately, the pressure of the negativity did not take him back out the window, he had to take up a katana.

– Put the skewer down, shorty, the meat has just been sent to marinate.

– Will you leave on your own or will you be thrown out in parts?!

– Shut up and listen to me, - Todd barked, casually showing off his pistols with the safety off. – In short, Alfie organizes a family get-together, with meat and without a fight. Dad promised to be, I'll bring a replacement, the Gotham crime storm in a thong will come running himself. You got the simplest thing – to lift your little ass off the chair and walk to the place. You can take the menagerie with you.

- I'm not going to any gatherings with my father," Damian muttered, but he put away his saber. – So you can get out and report your failed mission. I'm not leaving my room today, basically!

- No questions,– Jason agreed surprisingly easily. - But if you walk out the door, you're going to hang out with everyone, okay?

– Tt.

–That's settled,– Jason grinned, ducked out the window and disappeared.

Damian managed to exhale with relief, when suddenly something buzzing flew over the windowsill. Titus reacted first, barking loudly at the wasp's nest rolling on the floor!

- You're dead, Todd! - Damian yelled, unceremoniously grabbing the cat and rushing out the door with him and the dog.

***

- No corpses,– Grayson repeated calmly but firmly (for the fifth time!).

- I'll beat him up so that no Lazarus Pit will help, - the boy grumbled into the phone, the call to which stopped him from righteous revenge.

– Alfred said it clearly, without a fight. Let's get together with the whole family, have a nice time, have a delicious meal.

– Tt.

– We have chosen a picturesque place by the lake, you will like it.

–Okay, - the Batman heir finally gave up. – But only because painting was part of my plans today.

– It's wonderful, – judging by the sound, Dick broke into his trademark smile. – You will draw a beautiful landscape.

– I'll paint it! Artists paint with paints, you idiot.

– And I love you, little brother.

– Tt.

Author: @alexcors

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

I watched the fnaf movie and my love for Josh Hutcherson is revived.

A shorty, as I have about three times more homework this week than normal, expected to be finished in the same amount of time as normal.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Mikes grip was shaky and clammy as he grasped at your shoulders, his brown eyes begging as you pressed your palm against his mouth to keep him quiet. Even as his eyes rolled back and he shuddered as he ground his hips down into you, muffled shaky moans leaving him as his breathing grew even more uneven.

He always got like this when he hadn’t been able to sleep for a while, when his medication had run out and they wouldn’t give him a new prescription until the next month. He needed something to put him to sleep, he had tried anything from different teas to workouts or meditation, but nothing seemed to work as great as your cock.

Mike had a hard time accepting it though, always trying out many other things to put him to sleep before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He would always hesitate, before throwing his leg over your hips and grab at your chest with a shuddering grasp, exhaustion hanging in his movements and the desperation in his eyes almost unbearable.

He would kiss at your neck, carefully scraping his teeth against the flesh before soothing the area with his tongue, tiny needy huffs and whimpers leaving him as he would start rolling his hips down into you, already hard and aching and so very needy.

If that didn’t wake you up, Mike always found himself leaning over and shuffling through the bedside table for whatever bottle of lube you guys had laying around, kicking off his boxers in the process. His needy noises would only gain a newer level of desperation as he would start opening himself up, his mouth open as he struggled to stay at a manageable level.

This was typically when you would wake up, eyes blinking open to Mike above you, hair ruffled and eyes shiny with tears of desperation as he would move his fingers in and out of himself, his bottom lip red from how much he had been biting at it. Mike would almost keen as you grab his hips of thighs to roll them down into yours once more, so you made sure to shush him in an almost teasing manner.

Tiny breathless begs leave him as you kick off your boxers, slicking yourself up with the lube Mike had been using earlier, his grip returning to your shoulders as you pulled him down onto you. A loud groan almost leaves him, until you clamp a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his eyes growing wide and even needier, if that is even possible.

Your hand stays over his mouth, even has he rides you quicker and harder, his pace seeming to grow the more desperate he becomes, his noises and whimpers muffled against your palm. Sometimes you’d even be able to feel drool against your palm as his mouth would crack open, or his tongue would lap at your hand.

It was only when he was like this that he got whiny like this, where his noises would become high pitched in a way you thought was impossible, but here he was, bouncing on your dick and sounding like it was the best feeling in his life.

You know he’s close when his movements start growing uneven, hips grinding down into your as you press against his prostate, before withdrawing maybe halfway before forcing himself down once again to feel the flares of pleasure again. His eyes would also roll back more than usual, at times you would worry he would go blind from how far back his eyes seemed roll.

Especially when he would cum, a flare of pain would flash through your arm as Mike digs his teeth into your palm to muffle his own noises, hips twitching and jolting as the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally spill over. Mike would whimper and whine, and if you didn’t have to worry about volume, it wouldn’t surprise you if he would have howled.

After cumming, Mike would still keep riding you, though you could tell exhaustion was starting to catch up as his movements grow sluggish, but he would want you to finish inside him like always. So, with a few deep thrusts, you would fill him up with clenched teeth to keep yourself quiet. You can’t even find it in yourself to complain as Mike collapses against your chest, asleep before you can even pull out. You would do your best to clean the two of you up, but you had learned after the first time that you couldn’t get all of it until the next morning.

[taleeater]

Fragile Part 9

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘babe’ and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, fluff, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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When you awoke, you felt a heavy weight across your chest. You blinked your eyes open and looked around. 

The sight that greeted you made you grin. Mikey was sprawled like a starfish across your queen sized bed, snoring away with an arm thrown over your midsection. Poor Donnie was confined to huddle up on his side on the very edge of your bed, in his attempt to be closer to you. Leonardo, when you looked, was sitting on the floor fast asleep with his shell resting against the side of the bed.

All that was left was-

“You awake, shortie?” Raphael was standing in the doorway with a towel around his shoulders. A soft expression on his face that he reserved for just the two of you. 

You didn’t want to wake up the rest of his brothers so you nodded silently at him. He extended his arm out above you for you to grab onto, and he slowly pulled you up out from underneath Mikey without disturbing him, careful not to bonk anyone with your cast. You were left dangling above your bed while you clung onto Raph’s arm like you weighed nothing. Raph chuckled quietly and swung you over to a vacant spot on the floor where you stretched out and touched down gently onto the fluffy rug. 

Raphael nodded in the direction of the door, a silent invitation to join him for his morning workout. You quietly grabbed some clothes from your drawers and trudged out to change in the bathroom as he went ahead of you to the gym. When you joined him a few minutes later, he was doing stretches. 

“How’s the arm?” He asked you in a hushed tone. Not wanting to sound too loud in the quiet of the empty gym. 

“Better!” You said gratefully stretching out your shoulders with your arms above your head. “Donnie said I should be able to get the casts off by the end of the week.”

”Wow, that was fast. I guess you heal like us now, huh.” Raph said with a grin, hiding his relief. “Wanna work on your physical therapy first?” 

“Mh!” You nodded enthusiastically. 

These quiet mornings working out with Raph had become the norm in the past 2 weeks since you had woken up. At first it started as an escape from the insomnia, when you woke up early and couldn’t sleep. Bad dreams and flashbacks from the tank plaguing your mind. Raph would come in and scoop you up and take you with him while he worked out. Not allowing you to be alone with your thoughts. You would lay on his back while he did pushups, and sit in his lap while he did reps. ‘For motivation’ he would say.

After a long hour and a half, and a playful but careful wrestling match that turned into a tickle fight, you collapsed limp onto Raph’s chest out of breath. 

“You’re getting harder to pin down, shortie.” Raph’s chest rumbled with his chuckle.

”Is that so? I think you’re still going too easy on me.” You said with sly eyes and propped your head up on your arm cast to look down at his face.

”So what if I’m going easy on ya? You can try and kick my ass once you’re all healed up, Princess.” He met your sly grin, hands coming up to grab your sides.

You giggled and squirmed in his hold, still feeling sensitive as he moved to sit up with you sat in his lap. You reached up and looped your arms around his neck and hugged him, body flesh against his chest. The big turtle froze a moment then relaxed and wrapped his big arms around you gently. He took in a long deep breath and exhaled in a long huff against your shoulder.

After a long pause, you quipped, “At least I can still throw you on your back whenever I want~”

Raph grinned and started to lightly tickle your sides again, making you squeal and giggle as you tried to escape his hold. “Just because you’ve got mutant strength all the time now doesn’t mean you’ll always have the drop on me!” He whisper yelled as he continued to torture you.

Donnie cleared his throat from the doorway where he was casually leaning against the frame, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. 

“He’s ticklish under his arms.” Donnie said loud enough for you to hear, grinning into his mug.

Raph’s eyes went wide with horror. ”Traitor!” 

Your hands dove for his exposed skin, but before you could reach, Raph grabbed your sides and held you away at arm’s length like a cat. “No fair!” You laughed, calming down from the excitement.

Donnie set down his coffee cup and strolled into the room. He scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder, rescuing Raph from your attack. The red turtle made an exaggerated sigh of relief, but he was betrayed by his playful grin.

“My turn.” 

Donnie strolled out of the room with you in tow as you waved a goodbye to Raph, and retrieved his cup of coffee as he left.

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They had waited for weeks.

They were not able to prevent you from falling into a medically induced coma, but with the blood transfusion you received from Leonardo, your blood pressure had returned to safe levels. With the new medications Donnie was feeding you through your IV, it was expected you would wake up in only a few days. But there were…. complications.

It began as a small rash at the spot of the IV, rough dry skin turning into green scales. After 3 days, small hints of animalistic qualities started to morph your body in strange ways. Your fever only got worse with the changes. But along with the destabilized mutations, your body began to heal the overwhelming damage at amazing speeds. Your blackened bruises changed to green, then yellow, and slowly started to fade, your broken bones were set and mending, and your pallid complexion slowly started to improve. 

Donatello was closely monitoring your body as you healed, but he was also amazed at documenting the changes. Your mutation fluctuated and changed the structure of your muscles, improved bone strength, and appeared to enhance your senses. Changes that before were fleeting and temporary. Any fleeting changes to appearance came and went in waves as your body fought over whether you were more human or mutant.

Leonardo sat by your bedside just as he had during the blood transfusion. But you remained motionless in a deep sleep. By now your body was almost completely healed. So why hadn’t you woken up?

Leo held your hand and stroked your wrist with his thumb. Your hand was so small in his. 

Mikey was sitting at the foot of your bed playing on his Switch, picking weeds in your Animal Crossing save file so when you woke up it wouldn’t be a mess. 

April had been helping to make sure the boys and Master Splinter were all still eating well without you to cook meals for them. She had been by the lair earlier that day to deliver boxes of chinese stir fry and Mikey’s favorite orange chicken. 

Some rustling could be heard from the kitchen as empty paper take out boxes were thrown in the trash, and Raph soon entered the room. 

“How are they doin’?” Raph had worked the past week with Casey as a team to covertly uncover the Foot agent in the NYPD, and discovered some other officers selling their information to the gang under the table. Casey was given a promotion by the commissioner, and the rest of the uncorrupt police department came together to buy Raphael his own motorcycle as a thank-you present.

“Fever hasn’t gone down. No changes yet. Their vitals are still stable and the scales appear to be discoloring.” Donatello updated from his chair he had practically lived in since they returned with you.

Mikey had spent days with his eyes glued to the spot on your arm. As the green started to fade to match your skin tone and flake off he seemed to become more relaxed.

“Do you think they’re going to end up like us?” Mikey said solemnly.

Leo half smiled at his little brother. “It’s possible… and if they do, we’ll be here for them.”

Mikey hummed in response. 

“Shouldn’t we be like, talking to them to pull them out of the coma?”

“This isn’t one of those cheesy hospital soap operas you watch with Master Splinter, Mikey.” Raph gruffed. He took up his usual seat by the door, picking up his whittling knife and resumed his project of shaping the wood block into a dainty flower. 

“Well, technically research shows that speaking with a coma patient can stimulate brain activity and draw them into consciousness. So it’s worth a shot.” Donnie shrugged and returned his attention to his computer station. He had rigged up 3 open laptops that he used to monitor your vitals next to police radio chatter and the updates on Stockman and Bebop and Rocksteady’s whereabouts. 

After all, they still had a score to settle.

“Hey (y/n)…” Leo started. “We’d really like it if you’d wake up now… It’s too quiet around here without you.”

“Yeah! It’s not the same without you.” Mikey folded his arms on your bed and rested his chin. “You still haven’t taught me how to make your lasagna! And I need your help to beat my game!”

“You need to wake up so you can eat something! It’s not good for your body to be stagnant this long. Usually you’re the one bugging me about my health… And… I miss the way you make coffee. It just tastes better when you make it.”

Raph paused in his whittling and looked at you for a long moment, seemingly looking for any sign of movement. His brothers were all looking at him expectantly. He looked away and blushed.

“...You know you don’t gotta do nothin’… to have our attention, I mean. We just want you back safe and sound. Wake up soon shortstack, don’t keep us waitin’.”

An alert sounded on Donnie’s computer, drawing the boys’ attention. 

Donatello fumbled around to grab his keyboard and started typing into the console to pull up the news Casey was forwarding them.

“It’s Stockman. It looks like he’s made more mutants.”

“More mutants?! I thought he used up all of (y/n’s) mutagen on himself!” Leo exclaimed. He walked over to stand behind Donatello and peer over his shoulder.

“There’s a possibility that the puddle left behind in the lab was just enough to use on some small animals, but not enough for a human. The police report reads that 4 frog-like mutants have appeared trying to rob a bank. Luckily the police didn’t mistake them for us.” Donnie rubbed a hand down his face and straightened up.

“Yooooo, frog mutants? You think they might be friendly?” Mikey suddenly looked excited.

“What are we gonna do about (y/n)? We can’t just leave them behind. They’re still sick.” Raph folded his arms looking worried.

“Leave (y/n) in mine and April’s care. She is due to arrive soon, is she not?” Master Splinter entered the room. He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “We can care for them in your place until you boys return.” 

Donatello looked nervous as he fussed with his hands. He looked between Splinter and your resting form, and the location flashing on his computer. 

“Will you be able to monitor their temperature okay? I can stay behind if-“

Leo placed a hand on Donnie’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, dad’s got this. If anything happens he can give us a call.” Leo reasoned with him.

Donnie still looked unsure but he nodded anyway.

Mikey whooped in excitement and headed for the lair’s exit, followed by Leo.

Raph approached Donnie, his gaze trailing back to the med bay door. “....Any sign of Bebop and Rocksteady?” He asked in a low voice.

Donnie shared the dark look in Raph’s eyes and double checked the report on his wrist.

“Not yet. But with Stockman involved, they shouldn’t be far behind.”

“They better be.”

Donnie grabbed his staff and him and Raphel jogged to catch up to Leo and Mikey. Master Splinter watched the retreating form of his sons from the door, his eyes traveled over to the blinking red light on the screen as the police chatter continued over the radio. The words “armed” and “dangerous” followed the descriptions of the kung-fu wielding amphibians, making the old rat sigh.

He prayed for their safety, and that you would be well and waiting for them upon their return.

Attila the Frog, Genghis Frog, Napoleon Bonafrog, and Rasputin the Mad Frog turned out to be a group of mild-mannered mutants. They were well meaning and naively followed Stockman’s orders thinking that the turtles were the bad guys. With Mikey’s help, they quickly discovered that the amphibians had no intention of helping Stockman take over New York. With some persuasion, Casey agreed to help arrange for the frog mutants to leave New York, and move down to the Florida Everglades away from the city. 

But their fight was not yet over. 

The Punk Frogs, as they called themselves, had offered their assistance in taking down Bebop and Rocksteady. They knew of the location where Stockman and the two henchmen were hiding, and led them to an abandoned sewage plant at the edge of the city. 

There, with the help of the frog mutants, they were able to defeat the mutated Stockman. And no doubt, Bebop and Rocksteady appeared. With the help of the amphibious mutants, the 8 of them managed to subdue the tough duo. The four brothers tried to take it a step farther and beat the living shell out of Stockman and the two, but the peace-loving Punk frogs stepped in and convinced them to rethink their actions and let go of their pent up rage.

That didn’t mean they had to like it.

With Stockman, Bebop, and Rocksteady safely behind bars, they returned home feeling dejected. No matter what they did to Stockman, Bebop, and Rocksteady, it wasn’t going to make you wake up.

The four trudged in through the entrance of the lair, and were met by April running up to them from the med bay. 

“It’s (y/n)-!” There was no time to explain as the boys immediately rushed past her and burst through the doors. They were met with the sight of Splinter by your side, holding your hand with a relieved smile on his face as he chatted with you, sitting up in bed.

The turtles held their breath as your vibrant eyes turned to them, and your face lit up with a smile and welcomed them home. Mikey broke down blubbering in tears and the boys all rushed to you. Embracing you in a crowded desperate hug proclaiming how much they missed you. Even Raph shed a few tears of relief.

Since then, they boys only left you alone to bathe and use the toilet without their constant supervision. Strangely enough it became a routine around the lair, the brothers taking turns spending time with you. You could almost call it suffocating, if you didn’t love spending time with them as much as you did. You knew they needed your attention after the scare you gave them being unconscious for so long.

This was just their way of showing you how much they missed you.

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Donnie had abducted you to give you a detailed health check up, as usual, making sure everything was healing right and to test your now permanent mutant reflexes. 

“How would you say you’re adjusting to the change in strength and reaction time?”

”Good! I haven’t broken anything since Tuesday!” You said proudly.

”…That was only 2 days ago.”

“So…. I haven’t broken anything in two whole days!”

Donnie pinched the bridge of his snoot under his glasses and sighed. Ever the optimist.

Later you joined him at his computer station while he ran simulations on a new program. You parallel played on a free computer until you got bored with what you were doing, and wormed your way into his lap.

You nuzzled your nose under Donnie’s chin. He chuckled at the ticklish sensation before looking down at you and giving you a quick kiss on the head. 

“You are not helping my productivity.”

“No, but you could say this is a different kind of productive.”

“And what kind is that?”

“Taking a break.” You smiled at him.

He sighed. 

“Okay, you win.” He clicked away from his programming project and changed the window to a website you were streaming Cowboy Bebop from. Donnie hit play on your current episode and snaked his arms around your waist before relaxing back in his chair.

You were beaming, delighted you had won in convincing the overworked turtle to take a break, and relaxed against his chest.

He switched from drinking coffee to water (which he only did on your regulated ‘breaks’), and turned the brightness down on his screen to give his eyes a break.

After 2 episodes, Leo passed by. He paused behind Donnie’s chair for a moment before exiting to the kitchen. A few minutes later he passed by again and loitered around by the computers, pretending to look busy checking the local news reports running on one of the screens. 

Donnie groaned and you chuckled. 

“I think it’s Leo’s turn to borrow you.” Donnie bemused before releasing you to stand up from your spot on his lap. 

Leo perked up and smiled at you, looking a bit bashful at being caught and muttered a quick apology to Donnie for stealing you away. Then he scooped you up and carried you in the direction of the dojo.

“How is your physical therapy going?” He asked casually. 

“Good! My shoulder is all better, and I can do sit-ups without any pain now. Though once I get these casts off I can really test my new strength.” You said kicking your leg out emphasizing the cast. 

Leo chuckled. He set you down in the dojo where he had prepared a pot of tea for the two of you to share, steam still wafting off the lid.

You sat down on the pillow across the table from him, and began your afternoon chat. He talked about his recent training, what they saw on patrol the night before. And you talked about your life from before. Before you were kidnapped. Before you worked for Stockman. About your life in Japan, where you had been, where else you had traveled to. Leo hung on your every word as you described the different cultures and vibrant cities beyond the glow of New York City. He loved listening to you talk.

“You’ve been to Brazil before, right? What was it like?” You were beaming.

Leo blushed as he straightened up, realizing he was leaning across the table as he listened to you. He fake coughed into his fist to clear his head and center himself again.

“Well, we didn’t exactly get to go sightseeing or anything- but we did get to hike through the Amazon rainforest! There were… a lot of bugs.” He said sheepishly, trying to think of a better way to describe it. 

“How big were the bugs? Did you see any snakes?!” Even though Leonardo couldn’t describe things as colorfully as you did, you still ate up everything he said with equal enthusiasm.

Leo’s expression softened. This is why he enjoyed chatting with you so much. His brothers often called him ‘boring’ but you had a way of making him feel unique and interesting. Your change in perspective always kept him guessing and brought new life to things that to him were old and tired.

“Well, actually Mikey thought he had tripped over a tree root, but it was actually an anaconda! He screamed so loud it drew the attention of a nearby research team and we had to hide in the trees when they came to investigate. They thought it was the shriek of some new species of monkey-“ 

You laughed along with Leo as he continued his story. Your chat lasted well over 2 hours, and eventually Master Splinter came by to remind him that he needed to complete his meditation before nightfall. Leo was a little bashful when he realized how late it was getting. 

“Would you like to join me in meditation for a while?” 

“Of course!” Leo lended you a hand and pulled you to your feet, then led you over to the tatami mats covering the dojo floor. He took up his usual spot cross legged on the mats, and before he could protest you sat right in his lap. 

Leo rested his chin on the crown of your head and mumbled, “Do you think you can concentrate like this?”

You adjusted to sit comfortably with your back straight so you weren’t leaning your weight against Leo’s plastron. “Yup!” You answered comfortably. You closed your eyes and rested your hands in your lap.

Leo chuckled and straightened his posture, rested his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes. Master Splinter passed by and smiled at the antics, shaking his head at the bold youth.

No more than 20 minutes had passed when the sound of Mikey’s rocket board starting up sounded across the lair. Everyone out in the common space ran for cover, and soon the hoots and hollers of the orange ninja echoed down the tunnels. 

Leo groaned as he tried to remain focused, while you cracked open a curious eye. 

“Woooo hoooo! Surf’s up dudes!” Mikey circled the living room a few times before Donnie got fed up ducking and bumped the bottom of his board with his bo staff as he passed. Mikey flailed his arms correcting his weight and ended up flying into the dojo.

“Incoming!” Mikey hollered as you and Leo easily ducked as his board passed by overhead, undisturbed. 

Mikey collided with the weapons rack and caused a loud clatter as the contents crashed to the floor. 

“Duuuude…” Mikey was left laying on his shell slightly teetering from side to side. He tilted his head back and looked over to you and Leo, and scrambled to his feet.

“(Y/n)! Did you see me? I totally landed that heel flip! Well- before I crashed. Do you wanna go play Street Fighter with me?” He rambled sliding onto the floor in front of you, posing dramatically on his side. 

“Mikey…” Leo started, his tone threatening as he continued to keep his eyes shut. You giggled.

“Okay! Okay! Buuut hear me out! I just unlocked this new character and-”

Leo sighed long and loud. That was your cue to take Mikey and get outta there. 

You got up and pecked Leo’s cheek, which immediately extinguished any frustration he was feeling and melted his face into a grin. 

“Thanks Leo! Come on Mikey, let's go play games.” You let the orange turtle excitedly tackle your midsection, carrying you over his shoulder and rushing you both out of the dojo leaving the mess behind.

“So Donnie unlocked this new character for me using some cheat codes and he has some sick combos I wanna show you!” He rambled as he flopped you down onto the big couch and started setting up his controllers.

He came back over around the coffee table and handed you your controller before sliding into the seat next to you. 

“No going easy on me, okay? I think I finally have the buttons down!” You warned as you prepared yourself to focus on the TV.

Mikey smiled brightly, and selected the new character. His inexperience with the character was his secret handicap. 

“You’re on!” He started the match and when the game announced ‘Fight!’, the sound of button mashing echoed throughout the high ceilings. 

You fought a few rounds. You hadn’t won any yet but you were starting to come close. Right before Mikey’s character could lock you in a hit combo you nudged him in his side, making him fumbled his buttons. He squawked in protest and leaned into you, trying to push away your controller as you giggled. Some more button mashing and a few well timed strikes later, you managed to defeat Mikey’s fighter.

“Noooooooo!” Mikey lamented as you cheered. He dramatically laid his weight on top of you, smushing you against the couch cushions as you squealed and tried to push him off of you with your good arm. Even with mutant strength it didn’t do you much good.

“Ey (y/n), what’s for dinner?” Raph called over from the kitchen. He was drinking his post workout shake by the fridge, fresh out of the shower. 

Mikey and you both quickly sat up on the couch and looked at each other in excitement.

“Pasta and meatballs or raviolis?” You asked Mikey.

“MEATBALLS!!!!” Mikey jumped up onto the couch and cheered.

You laughed at his antics until he suddenly swooped in and grabbed you from underneath your arms and lifted you up, making you squeak in surprise. 

“To the kitchen!” He announced to the lair, posing dramatically with you tucked under his arm. 

Mikey leapt from the back of the couch, and jogged to the kitchen. He then set you down next to the fridge and opened it.

“Let’s see. We got ground beef, carrots, tomato sauce, ….what else do we need?” Mikey said as he pulled out the ingredients from the fridge.

“Bread crumbs, parmesan, and I’ll add some zucchini for some extra vegetables.” You listed off, pulling out the seasonings you would need from the spice cabinet. When you tried to reach the mixing bowl on a high shelf, Mikey’s plastron pressed against your back as he reached up behind you to grab it. 

“Thanks Mikey!” You grinned as he handed it to you.

“No problem babe!”

Mikey gave you a mischievous grin over your shoulder and snuck his hands around your waist. You got a bad feeling and set down what you were holding before Mikey suddenly hoisted you up.

“MIKEY!!!” You hollered as you were spun around the kitchen. 

Donnie took notice from where he was relaxing in his computer chair and flipped open his phone to connect his music to the bluetooth speaker. The song “When It Feels Right” by Chase White started playing on the speaker as Mikey obnoxiously mouthed the words. You squealed and started to giggle at the antics. He twirled you around and led you to dance into the lounge. The rest of the boys started to emerge from their corners of the lair, drawn out by the music. 

Leo stepped up to politely tap Mikey on the shoulder, and the orange turtle let his older brother cut in. Leonardo let you stand on his feet as he led you confidently in a little waltz around the room. 

Next, Donnie swooped in and stole you away. Since he was so tall he held up your legs for you to sit on his forearm while you looked down at him. Donatello held your hand in his as he spun with you romantically in a dizzying dance. 

Raph came in last to snatch you away, grabbing your waist to pull you away from Donnie. He didn’t care so much for dancing, so he let you lead. You held his hands, and giggled as you rocked and stepped side to side. He smiled, and when he felt confident, Raphael lifted your hand and gave you a little spin.

When the song finally came to an end, the dream-like state didn’t cease. The music was turned down a little quieter, and all the boys came to sit around the kitchen table as you and Mikey worked together to prepare dinner. The lively conversation floating in the air drew out Master Splinter who joined his sons at the table. You held out the wooden spoon to give Mikey a taste of the sauce, who gave his approval. And dinner was served. 

Spaghetti and meatballs. 

And a new happy family.

The End :]  

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stiletto’s

summary: basketball player!ony unknowingly gave his teammates a sneak peak of what life was like at home with you…

cw: smut, back scratching, cuts, mentions of blood/bleeding, ony picking on underclassmen

word count: 1.3k

“fuck man what happened t’you?”

the chuckles and gasps of his teammates made ony’s face full with confusion as he turned around from his locker. they had just finished a hard practice, the events from the past three hours leaving each of the men with glistening wet bodies as they cooled off and changed into their regular clothes.

for some reason, ony’s back has been acquiring a slight sting as the drills got more and more intense. constant sentences of “you good o?” and “do you need to see a trainer” were thrown his way by his coaches as everyone watched the star basketball player’s body move uncomfortably in his practice jersey.

“i’m good coach, jersey just scratchin me a lil” he replied before continuing on with his workout, ignoring the prickly pain for the remainder of the practice.

as he reached the locker room, ony made quick work of removing his “itchy jersey”, sighing as his back was instantly relieved from any discomfort. his sigh brought the attention of the second captain, and his good friend, eren.

“fuck man, what happened t’you” he chuckled, drawing attention towards the head captain as the rest of his teammates began to laugh. “ooouu”’s and “oh shit”’s began to be released all over the locker room as ony just stared at everyone in confusion. “fuck y’all laughing at?” he mumbled, a smirk growing on his face as he turned around fully to see what was funny. “you look like you got attacked by some typa animal or sum” one of his teammates said, making the darkskin male even more confused as he looked himself over repeatedly.

“what you mean, i’m bleeding or sum?” as he spoke, his dark eyes raked up and down his front, checking his arms and the back of his legs as well to try to understand what they were talking about. eren rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbing his friend by the shoulders before walking him towards the toilets. “look bro” he mumbled before turning ony’s back towards the mirror for him to see.

his jaw nearly touched the ground as ony realized the reason for his pain earlier. there were scratches on top of scratches all over his back. the red, wounded skin probably getting irritated by his sweat and the feeling of his jersey rubbing against it during the practice. “oh shit” he mumbled, earning laughs all around the room as he looked at the different marks he had. “ion know if i should be happy or concerned furreal. i just know your girl be fighting for her life”

ony rolled his eyes at his friends comment, lightly punching his chest before making his way back to his locker to finish changing. “man that girl is fine. and for the three little niggas in the back that think ion know you be in her dms, talking about how you ‘don’t understand what she see’ in me.” as he spoke, he made sure to make direct eye contact with the three freshman boys that have been going to war in your dms, the three of them staring back at him with wide eyes as they tried to hide behind each other. ony just smirked, his pearly white teeth making an appearance as he continued on with his statement.

“let this be a little taste of one of the many things she ‘sees’ in me, and until you get a shorty to see that in you, stay out my wife phone.” the locker room erupted with laughter. some of his fellow upperclassmen clapping while others dapped him up. the younger men gave their friends sorry looks before carrying on with getting dressed, embarrassment running through them. after things began to quiet down ony make quick work of throwing on his nike tech, without a shirt since the tight fit would irritate his back, and his pajama pants before heading towards his car, the previous nights events replaying in his mind as he drove with a smirk.

“ohmygodohmygod i can’ttt!” you whined, your arms wrapped securely around your boyfriends neck as he pounded you into the wall of your bedroom. ony’s wide hands were spread on the bottom of your thighs, his deep voice caressing your ear as he fed you all of his inches. “can’t what mama? can’t watch y’mouth or can’t take this dick?” his hips moved harder, your pretty brown eyes loosing focus as you screamed out at the newfound angle he was fucking you in. your eyes began to water with salty tears as you tried your best to take everything he was giving you, “n-neither.”

ony moved his head from the crook of your neck, giving you a dissatisfied look as he tightened his grip on your thighs. “don’t play wit me….not when i can easily have you like this.” at the sound of his last word, ony pulled your legs up a little higher, opening you up more for him to lightly graze your cervix. you wailed at the feeling, fat tears sliding down your cheeks as you began to run your stiletto nails down his broad back. ony payed the action no mind, hips never faltering as he continued to pound into you. “okay okay okayyyy m’sorry furreal now pa” your quick change in attitude brought a satisfied smirk to your lovers face, his brown lips parting as he brought them back to your neck.

“thas my good girl. you too pretty t’be doin allat cussin, right baby?” your walls fluttered at the sound of his voice. the words sliding off his tongue were like butter and you couldn’t help but reply, your words coming out whiny and broken as you tried your best to hold in your release. “s’r-right daddy” you pushed out, it took all of your focus just to say two words and your boyfriend could tell. by the way you were gripping and scratching his back, squeezing your thighs in his hold, and clenching your walls around him ony could tell that all it took was a couple more thrusts to have you cumming all over him. and since you realized your mistake he had no problem letting you.

ony finished his assault on your neck, his lips leaving dark purple marks all over the sensitive skin as he moved his face towards yours. low brown eyes staring into glassy rolled ones as your man slowly stepped from the wall. he moved towards the bed, never missing a stroke as he laid you down on the silk sheets. he left it to you to wrap your legs around him while he fucked you and you instinctively did so, stoking you deeply at a steady pace. “oh my g- ony m’gonna cum…y-you’re gonna make me cum” your eyes welded at the feeling, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you dug your sharp nails into his back, dragging them down his dark brown skin.

“let me have it ma, cum all on this dick wit that pretty pussy” at his words you broke, tears falling from your eyes as you let everything go. your vision blurred and your body tightened, nothing but broken whines leaving your lips as you came. ony finished at the same time, sinking deeper and deeper into you as he released his hot, sticky ropes into your walls. “thas my good girl”

a devilish smirk was on ony’s face as he drove now, his dick twitching in his pants as he thought of you. the way you’d moan his name, the sight of your pretty eyes practically begging him to give you all he had, the feeling of your milky white stilettos running down his back. ony couldn’t stop himself from picking up his speed as he drove, one hand holding the steering wheel in a tight grip as the other palmed and rubbed his aching dick. he couldn’t wait to get home and do it all again.

[landofadonises]

The Encounters - Locker Room; June 26th, 2017

Brad was finishing up his 4-hour long workout session, like any other day (every day of the week), when some shorty with some toned muscles and a tight ass walked up to him and asked, "Hey, big guy, you need any help gettin' washed up? Watched you the whole time out there, you damn muscle hog. I know for a fact you can't reach behind that huge back of yours."

Brad was never one to refuse a bit of attention from a thirsty twink, so he agreed. "Just be careful, lil' man. You don't want me gettin' riled up." As they started walking toward a stall, Brad then mentioned, "You're only helpin' me with the bod', bro. I was plannin' on jackin' it since I'm all packed and juiced from my sesh, and you ain't gettin' that." The twink smirked. "Whatever you say, big guy."

Why Brad ever thought he had control of the situation is beyond any listener that hears this from the gym desk agent that had to escort a completely-spent Brad out from the completely clogged and coated shower. Things started smoothly enough, the two of them playing a bit of dress-down, the twink feeling like he was working at a car wash more than helping a massive beefcake wash all his nooks and crannies. His hands started traveling, though, and surely enough, a particular grazing of Brad's inner thigh made him snap to attention but already reeling from the sensation. "B-bro... you gotta be c-careful... for fuckin' real! These are compression so my horse cock ain't floppin' out of my shorts while I'm pumpin' iron! E....e-expensive, man!"

The twink grinned fiendishly as each word Brad muttered was accompanied by a thread of fabric snapping, ripping, as his enormous meat-rod surged forward to life, causing the twink to run in fear of being pierced on that impaler and not having the chance to tell the tale. He scurried away from the guttural, bass-y moans and thudding occurring in the stall as the virile bull went into a frenzy.

[bigshymen]

HAPPY DEATH

sam sulek x masc reader

summary : terminally ill and lonely, your dreams are crushed when you’re set to die in 2 weeks. with your health worsening everyday you decide to create a plan. wanting to go on your own terms, you reach out to sam sulek.

smut , death , smothering , begging , spanking , painful s3x , unprotected s3x , spit as lube , muscle k1nk & worship , obsession , asphyxiation , virgin reader , loss of virginity , terminally ill reader , top reader , skinny reader , amab anatomy , multiple 0rgasms , unrealistic s3x , squint for light sub & d0m , loneliness , swearing , size difference , size k1nk

You came out of a restless sleep. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

A week ago you had been given the news from your doctor that you weren’t expected to live past two weeks, further solidifying the fear that you would eventually succumb to your illness into reality.

You didn’t fear death. What you feared was dying alone, without anyone spend the remainder of your time on this earth with. When you had abandoned the nest at 18, you had left your family estranged. Neither your mother, father or siblings had reached out via text or had traveled in person to see you after the hospitalization that had shorty followed.

During your stay, loneliness had prompted in your bedridden state to create a tiktok account dedicated to documenting your experiences, hopes, and fears relating to your illness. To your surprise, it had amassed a decent following, with strangers wishing you well and fellow terminally ill patients finding comfort in your videos.

The sense of community you began to feel was great but still, something was missing. As a teen you had been really into bodybuilding, posters of renowned figures litered the wall of your childhood bedroom and you’d even snuck out of the house to see some bikini competitions once upon a time.

But those days were over. There wasn’t a future for you that included bodybuilding because there wasn’t going to be a future at all. You’d die before 20 and it would be a painful and slow death. Your body was already declining, and fast. Thankfully, the doctors were compassionate enough to agree to your request for a medical assisted suicide so that you had at least a semblance of dignity going out on your own terms.

What surprised you was the long list of… diverse options presented to you. The good, bad, and OK ones immediately paled to the idea that made you decide to take back your request. How to explain yourself? You were still a virgin. You never got around to being with anyone like that so when the thought of being smothered to death by your favorite 5’11” 240 pound bodybuilder popped into your head, what did you have to lose?

The fascination with bodybuilding you developed as a teen had blossomed into almost a career choice for you. You played with the idea of becoming an aspiring bodybuilder and as a result, you followed a bunch of workout influencers for motivation. Among your body goals, the one that you treasured the most was a man named Sam Sulek.

To say you had developed a crush was an understatement. What first started as young admiration for the 21 year old bodybuilder quickly morphed into sexual obsession. You’d watch videos of him getting his pump on at the gym all the while you’re ‘pumping’ yourself in the restroom at Planet Fitness. Nightly fantasies became wildly vivid and recurring, so much so they bled into your days. As devastating as being terminal is, it put you in a unique spot. How could anyone refuse a measly kiss from someone dying as young as you?

Yes, you’re doing this all with the assumption he’ll accept your dying wish. What else can you do? With this little time left, you’re unable to bring yourself to fear rejection.

Working up the nerve, you reached out to the man through tiktok, and you explained your story and left out the more… inappropriate details of your request to not scare him away.

This was definitely illegal, having someone unqualified and untrained that doesn’t even know they’re going to be assisting in your suicide do it. Would you get into trouble? They cant arrest a dead man, but they can arrest and convict whoever killed that man.

We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

To your surprise, only a day later he had responded. You were shocked because of the large influx of messages he was probably receiving daily, he noticed yours. Maybe he had a social media manager? You imagined he’d be a nice guy based on his internet persona so you were happy that it proved true so far. He reassured he was more than willing to meet a fan and agreed to come visit you in the hospital. Obviously wasting little time you shot him a message back, grateful for his response and arranged the finer details with him.

Dying in your sleep was always a possibility, so you knew this had to be soon. That and you could hardly wait to see him. The night following was spent entirely palming yourself under the covers of the hospital bed while listening to a playlist of Sam’s car talks. You started slow, and picked up the pace imagining he was pleasuring you with each bounce of his massive glutes against your thin hips, comprised almost entirely of muscle. Adding pain to the already brutal pace he’d set, in your bedridden state. You came as soon as you pictured him pressing your face into his hard pecs.

This would continue repeatedly for the next 3 days following the initial confirmation and your libido seemed to grow along side your anticipation but weakness followed behind.

You hoped the rest of the floor didn’t hear you, because if they did then they’d definitely hear you and Sam. Well… maybe you wouldn’t be that opposed to the possibility.

The door handle turned with a soft clicking noise followed by the nurse walking in to check your vitals as you drifted off to sleep. She didn’t attempt to make any conversation because this was routine most days for the two of you. With the click of her shoe she left the room, neglecting to turn the lights out.

Morning came and so did you, out of a restless sleep that is. You felt a sense of deja vu as your senses woke up with you. The room was too bright - the hospice nurse must have forgotten to turn the light switch off when she exited the room. You reached over to turn it off but paused when you saw the large silhouette of a man quietly sitting in one of the chairs next to your bed, alone.

What time was it? You struggled to sit up so you settled for bringing your hand to your face to rub your left eye groggily. The man, who you now recognize as Sam was lazily scrolling on his phone, unaware you had just woken up. You were glad. Even sat, you knew you weren’t prepared for how big the guy was, hopefully in all aspects. Did the nurse let him in?

It’s obvious that reality hadn’t completely sunk in for you, as you only became conscious less than 20 seconds ago. So, you were a little apathetic to the subject of countless wet dreams lounging next to you, completely clueless to this fact.

Until it did.

Your felt your eyes widen to an unnatural degree. Words didn’t dare leave your mouth for fear they’d draw his attention and ruin the scene in front of you. His face was nothing short of masculine. A strong jawline, perfectly defined, albiet a bit long. High cheekbones that casted shadows generously accentuating the contours of his face. Pink, full lips that naturally fell into a pout. His beauty can be best described is conventionally unconventional, and far from the average hypermasculine bodybuilders you’d expect. From his wild bronze curls, helmeted by an old cap, down to his unmiraculous foot wear. The freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, among the heavy acne induced scaring, proved this.

You’d seen all of it, admired his appearance a hundred times before. But it’s incomparable to the real thing.

The breathe you had been holding in for what felt like forever forced it’s way out and to your disappointment, another pair of eyes met yours.

“Hey, dude.”

“Ha,” You responded weakly. “Hey-ha.”

Idiot.

Sam said something about the trip here. The weather had been hot, so the breeze had been nice. You stopped listening the moment he opened his mouth and instead hoped he could read you telepathically, so he’d know all he needed to know.

“Are you ok? The lady told me you were good to visit right now..” And suddenly there was an adorably concerned look on his face. Eyes full and nut-brown. He kind of looked like a sorry puppy-dog and it made you want to comfort him, like he was the one who’d die in a week.

You felt your eyes burn a little and you felt pressure building up in your chest. Your cheeks felt wet and before you knew it, you were sobbing. “I’m gonna die,” You barely made out through violent sniffles.

Without another word, Sam stood up and pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his broad arms around your weak shoulders. You felt bad, the awkward angle he was in was probably uncomfortable because he was bigger than the average guy.

“I know this is hard for you man. If you need me to do anything just say it,” he reassured in his deep, relaxing voice he seemed to always know how to use.

You knew there was still a very real possibility he’d reject you because he’s not into it or he simply doesn’t swing that way. But you miss all of the shots you don’t take.

“Oh..oh!”

The wet sounds of the two of you colliding became louder as Sam fucked himself on top of you harsher and harsher, per your request. He wasn’t holding his mini erection, so it bounced with him and drops of precum landed on your stomach.

Initially, you were less than impressed with Sam’s size but you should have expected it given his steroid use. Everything else has made up for it though, so the trade off was worth it.

Rose colored marks scattered his body, forming a map pointing to the hidden “treasure.” From his mighty shoulders, biceps, to his hips and his thighs. You raised your hand up weakly and came down with as much force as you could manage, which wasn’t much, on his ass earning a surprised grunt. You knew he never skipped a meal, and the violent recoil the layer of fat gave over his well-sculpted glutes further confirmed it.

You winced as you were grounded deeper in the already stressed hospital bed by the bodybuilder’s weight. He’d made the effort initially not to crush you, given his size, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

You hoped he hadn’t heard it under all of the huffing and puffing the guy had going on, was it the sex or the shitty diet? He sounded like he was going to have a heart attack after the first five strokes and he needed a break every time it seemed like you were close. Curse tren.

As frustrating as it was, you were grateful that the time you were spending together was drawn on longer. You still needed something more from him. When all of this was said and done you knew you were going to be miserable, so you thought ahead of time.

Unhanding his inhumanly waist, you’d gripped it so tightly you could see the print, your fingers inched upwards to the unsuspecting bodybuilder’s chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched, likely from the lack of lube available. You felt sorry that, assuming he hadn’t been with a man before this, you had been the first let into his backdoor. You weren’t anyone special. You were forced to drop out because of treatments so you couldn’t even finish college. You were as sick and as can be and nowhere on Sam’s level. The only reason he’s fucking you right now is because he feels sorry for you and you felt sorry for that. But not sorry enough to stop.

You knew you were being selfish, but this would be the best and only fuck of your life. Were you not allowed to enjoy that? We made due with spit if you were wondering. 1/10 wouldn’t recommend, dries quickly.

As soon as your digits met his acne-massacred chest he let out a soft gasp and his eyes shot open immediately.

“Please- let me,” You murmured in a horse voice. You needed to do this slowly and thoughtfully, didn’t need to freak him out unecsessary.

“Uhm. Alright.” He responded through labored breaths.

Score.

You began to massage his firm pecs gently, kneeding the beautifully plump mounds of flesh like you would dough. Your heart raced faster thinking about how they would taste, feel. Lick? Suck? Fuck? The possibilities.

Struggling to rationalize, you were overwhelmed by the situation as a whole. It took everything not to attempt to manhandle him and force him to crush you without warning. But that would be counterproductive. You knew you couldn’t pin the man even if you tried, not unless he wanted to be pinned. Even then, he’d still be able to overpower you and have it his way.

You wanted him to want to have you have it your way… but it would be smarter to just take what was given.

You moaned under him, desperate for anything you could get from him despite already having so much.

You were insatiable.

“Please..” You vocalized though groans and small cries, catching Sam’s attention once more. You already had your dick up my ass and now you’re fondling my chest. What else do you want from me? - was what he was probably thinking.

“W-what uh, what do you want?” Weird. He didn’t sound annoyed in the slightest. All his deep-tone conveyed was being a little drained, this was a workout after all, and you hadn’t even considered the trip here, he was probably exhausted right? You needed to find a way to show your gratitude.

“Sam, please let me kiss them.” You breathed out, louder than you intended to, taking yourself a little by surprise. And you weren’t the only one.

His expression was completely unreadable. But he hadn’t stopped the rhythm he was going at, although a bit slow now. Your hands still laid on his chest, now cradling it lightly.

“Hm.” He replied in thought. “Tell me how, uh, much you want this.”

Oh.

Oh?

“I need it-t like a dying man needing water.”

His beautiful smile returned and he chuckled somewhat. “Sorry.” He caught himself immediately after realizing how morbid this was.

But you weren’t finished. You had a one track mind and that track was leading to your eventual demise. There was no room for shame before and there isn’t now. “Please, let me kiss them. Please, please, Sam, let me have this. I want them on my face and in my mouth!” Sam stopped moving completely and stared at you in what looked like disbelief. His body shook with laughter above you, causing the bed to vibrate. He laughed but not with cruelty, sounding genuinely entertained by this.

With a pleasant expression, he leaned down, close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin. Chest level with your face, he resumed his assault on your bottom half. With enough strength to hold his gigantic body from coming down on you completely, miraculously. Little did he know he was going to do it one way or another.

“Go nuts.”

As the heat of his tight hole expanded once more around you, he couldn’t stop yourself from gasping around his newly enveloped nipple. Desperately, like it was your life’s purpose to worship his tits, you sucked hard. They tasted salty, sweat leaking generously from his flesh and you wanted it all. He moaned loudly in surprise or delight at the vigor.

He steadied himself in a plank fashion, arms on each side of your head as he rode you more intensely than before.

You used some of your declining strength to wrap your arms around Sam’s wide torso and force your face to meet his ripped chest. The bodybuilder felt the collision like a punch and cried out in surprise.

“Whoa!”

Putting your plan into motion, you gave your best attempt at slamming yourself and the man back into the bed, back first. Catching him off guard, he lost his balance trying to hold himself up, not to hurt you. That powerful body smothered you involuntary, and without warning caused a long awaited orgasm deep inside of him with a snap against the fatigued hospital bed. Worried, Sam tried to separate the two of you to no avail. You weren’t letting him go that easily.

Using the last of your strength, you tightened both arms around him, tuning out his concerned words. This is the way you wanted it. His pecs pressed harsh, yet snugly around your face and squeezed, pressing your nose flat against his mighty frame. Forcing your head into the sensation of the pillows and your face in his marred flesh, you reveled in your new happiness. It would finally end, the pain and suffering, and it would end with the man you desired the most, Sam Sulek.

The weight and sheer size of his perfection made breathing completely impossible as his body pressed down against him completely.

Cries of pleasure erupted from your mouth but were muffled. Your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, yet you forced yourself not to resist. Your dick throbbed, still, inside a panicked Sam as you continued to empty yourself inside of him, only further fueling your euphoria.

Even he couldn’t stop himself from shouting out at the sensations, but his hands gripped your shoulder tightly to tear himself off of you, but it was as if your semen had created an invisible seal connecting the two of you, one as strong as he was he could not break free of. He orgasmed harshly as you reached your peak before your bucking became weaker and faint.

It all became too much for you and the screams of pleasure turned into ones of desperation as your weak body's survival instincts woke up. Feeling lightheaded, the hands you used to hold him close began to beat him harshly, fighting for air, tearing against his thick, scarred pecs with your teeth.

Without relief you convulsed painfully, but he was already passed out on top of you, oblivious to what was happening. For several minutes you were like this, now limp under him. Your pulse weakened and weakened, then stopped.

An hour and a half had pasted before Sam awakened from his pleasure induced sleep to the horrifying scene before him. Finally being able to sit up, he loosed your tense limbs around his body, your face drenched with sweat and tears. His pecs were cut red and wet with combined sweat and spit that dripped down his pink skin to his abs.

The hold was broken and you had died.

Glossed over and lifeless eyes presented themselves to him without further explanation.

[helloiamadrawer]

Angel Dust Headcanons (cute and general)

warning: mention of p*rn and c*ndoms

Dividers by the talented @adornedwithlight kisses for these cute spider splits

Angel loves to party (as you can see in the show) but also he likes to shop and spend all his porno moolah on some great outfits/accessories

HUGE fan of glow in the dark stuff (sticks,necklaces, bracelets) he just thinks its so unique he even has a pack of glow-in-the-dark condoms from an ad he was in filmed by Val

He has gooood fashion taste.

Bought a cute purse just for Fat Nuggets to hop in and cruise around Hell with and YES he comes prepared with some bear mace/maybe a small pellet gun if someone wants to pull up and take his wittle baby 🔫

He goes on outings whenever he's not busy. Runs errands with Charlie and Vaggie to get essentials for the hotel and chat amongst themselves

Or just blow some shit up with Cherri lol

Has a secret weapon case that holds his signature tommy gun whenever the next exorcist war comes yk

He loves to wear anything with holes on it like ripped jeans with holes on the thigh or the waist or shirts with small crafted ones OR a fishnet top

As a depicted spider himself, he doesnt like actual spiders 🤣. He screamed like a girl when he saw one in his hotel room (you can guess who heard it)

Hugs are his favorite form of physical affection(aside from his "other" preferences) dont tell anyone..

Being about 8ft tall he does like helping out the 'shorties' of the hotel grab stuff from high places from time to time. (He likes to call them shorties or short king/queen)

He may not say it out loud but he likes some of the activities that Charlie plans for the day/night

Poledancing by himself became another one of his side hobbies (and workouts) it being actually one of Angel's way of leg day cause that's probably how "HES GOT THE LEGS!" (no? I'll stop.)

Even though hes not on a good road right now, hes grateful to at least have a second chance to possibly redeem himself, along with the help of his friends/companions 🥹

Not canon but...if he does earn himself a place in heaven i bet he would miss being the most famous star in hell. But maybe it won't be so bad for Angel to turn a new leaf...

[cars2-renaissance]

I need to make a post on this little guy cause he’s too good

I got Mac so long ago, I don’t remember it. Probably ‘06 or ‘07. But he is iconic. Let me take y’all on a little tour.

Mac’s trailer opens up into a whole mini condo for cars. There’s a bathroom, game room, kitchenette, and workout room. It’s funny but it also gives some pretty cool insight into what living quarters look like for cars.

I’m gonna show y’all around with Francisco demonstrating the different amenities because I still haven’t found my lightning mcqueen yet so improvisation!

First we see the shower. It’s fully equipped as a mini car wash with rolling sponges, a shower head, and a water-proof, anti-slip mat. The car can drive through as many times as they need to get squeaky clean, with the rollers a perfect hight except Francisco is a shorty so doesn’t reach-

Next we have a vanity with cold and hot water levers built into the floor that Francisco can’t reach properly because of his dumbass low front bumper and a low, accessible sink, complete with a hands free toothbrush and a mirror that Francisco can see himself in.

Then there’s the game room with a fully positional (sofa? Bed? Mat?) cushioned parking spot.

If he pulls forward, there a tv/game controller for his front tires. And of course behind there is the phone. (Harv’s phone number yall)

Next is the kitchenette where we find a water tank and gas pump positioned to be accessible for Francisco. There’s some products which I can only assume is McQueens pantry. The labels are kinda hard to read but he’s got Nitroade™️, shiny wax, and transberry juice. Hehehehehehhehe 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️Then there’s the fridge that has a single product inside labeled “ENERGY.”

Then there’s the whole work out zone which I’m going to need to add in the reblogs.

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the lovely @seasidesandstarscapes !

Rules: post 7(ish) sentences of your current WIP and tag your writer friends!

Good thing I started writing the next Chuck/Roger chapter today :>

He slid into the seat next to him, and Roger looked at him with a certain level of anticipation, maybe even dread.

He took out one of his earphones, saying in a low voice, “Can we not do this here?”

“Do what?” Chuck decided to play stupid, although truth was, he still hadn’t planned what he was going to say.

Roger gave him a pointed look. “I’d rather not have a repeat of the workout. I don’t need the whole team around to overhear our business.”

“Hmm,” Chuck glanced around them.

Joe and Shorty were across the aisle; Jim and Gordy were behind them, turned around to talk with Johnny in the row behind them; Bobby and Don were behind Joe and Shorty, huddled together in their own world. Varsity crew was in the back of the bus. There were a lot of people around.

“Alright—a truce on the bus, then?” Chuck said.

He couldn’t help the thrill of having Roger smile at him. “Okay, truce.”

Umm I'll tag @kjxlll and @savvylittlecoxswain if y'all have anything to share! And anyone else can join in too ofc (it's hard to keep track of who's been tagged already lol)

[cherrycherish]

It took him only a few minutes to devour everyone in the gym. When he - a beautiful boy no taller than 5 feet even - entered, no one took him for an apex predator... but he quickly proved otherwise, swallowing down hunks three times his size with ease, while remaining quick enough on his feet to cut off any escape. Only once he secured everyone in his stomach did he slow down, waddling over to the nearest bench. Two dozen people - who dedicated themselves to honing their bodies - were helpless inside of him. This was how he packed protein~

Oliver loved hopping between gyms for bulking, it was just too easy. When the lean little thing at the front desk stopped him to tell him that the gym was for preds, he made quick work of swallowing her down. Maybe she would've thought twice about her assumption if she saw the hungry glean in his eyes, he thought, admiring himself in a mirror, it must be time to trim his bangs again.

There were two entrances to the weight room, one through the locker room and one main door. With the front desk's keys in hand he had little issue locking the main door from the outside and heading in through the locker room. Under his baggy sweater his first course wiggled around but was hidden enough to go unnoticed.

Of course, because some people only go to the gym to socialize, a pair of idiots approached him within a minute of him entering the room. The larger one attempted to intimidate Oliver and the smaller one tried flirting. So noisy...

The larger one was mostly down his throat before he or his friend realized what was happening. A few hard gulps were all it took to finish him off, and as his body landing in the gut audibly sloshed, the smaller one tripped over his own two feet and was unceremoniously pulled in feet first.

Between his panicked yelp as he was quickly swallowed and the whine of Oliver's belly, the sounds of gym noise came to a halt.

"Hey! We don't allow predation in the gym, this is a safe space and--" The barking of the gym rat who approached was abruptly cut off by his head being forced into Oliver's maw.

The short pred pulled the rat in by his shirt, swallowing hard until he was trapped with the other three.

"Huurrrrrp!" Letting out some of the trapped air, Oliver felt the angry stirring of his occupants and grinned. Quickly grabbing and swallowing the three on the treadmills that had earbuds in and were completely oblivious, he followed after the rest who had made for the door, and were struggling to pry it open.

Using his belly as a blockade, Oliver sandwiched the hulking men against the door and took great pleasure in gulping them down one after the next. Most of them tried fighting him off once they realized the doors were locked, which only put them within arms reach of him. Pinned under or against his writhing belly, they had no hope of escaping their fate, but he commended their efforts. Weaklings were no fun at all to eat, the strong well toned idiots who relied on their stature struggled much more against the confines of his body. None of the fools had noticed his strong arms under his sweater, assuming that the shorty in baggy clothes couldn't possibly make a meal of anyone.

Pulling all that mass over to the nearest bench was a workout in itself, but Oliver relished their kicking and pressing against his flesh, belching up a pair of earbuds, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave for an hour at least. The quiet gym and lean pre workout snack were perfect for getting some weight lifting done.

"Finally," he sighed, listening to his stomach gurgle around all the hunks, "Relative peace and quiet."

[eris-snow]

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

Your biggest secret is hid under a mountain of lies. God, you how much you wish it wasn't this time of the year

When I ask you to go to sleep at 11, I go to sleep at 1. Go to sleep earlier, I know that you’re tired.

Izuku stares at the post-it note sitting innocently on the bento set he’d claimed as his. His face breaks out into a wide grin.

About four months ago, you started this game called Secrets with him. You would stick a post-it note on one of his possessions, and tell him a secret of yours. Sometime in the day, he’d find time to reply to it with a secret of his own. The secrets are small, nothing big.

I didn’t brush my teeth this morning.

I cried myself to sleep last night.

I haven’t finished my homework yet.

Trivial matters that scream innocence after the hell ride they experienced a handful of months ago.

After the war, while he cycled through several long rounds of therapy, you’d decided to help him through by introducing this quirky game as a symbol of trust.

Trust was something difficult to find after the war.

And even though things were settling down into the new normal, he never wanted this game to end.

Glancing over your note again, he sighs and shakes his head at your confession, smiling at your honesty.

So you are self-aware.

“Izuku,” Katsuki’s gruff voice makes green eyes shift to red, and almost immediately, his smile seems to triple in size.

“Good morning, Kacchan!” He beams.

“Mornin’,” Squinting at the sunny smile, Katsuki folds his arm and jerks a thumb at the post-it. “Shortie’s writing love notes to you again?”

“Don’t call her Shortie,” He defends, offended. “And they’re not love notes, they’re confessions!”

“Love notes,” Katsuki insists, dumping his textbooks on the table. “Mind if we use half? The squad wants a study session.”

His eyes shift lower to what Katsuki had tossed on the table so haphazardly. “Yeah. Can I borrow these?” He took the blond’s post-it notes and a green pen, only to get a snort in response. “Wanna write something back.”

His only response was a snort. “Do what you want.”

“Thanks, Kacchan!”

He pauses, pen doting the small sheet of paper. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes, isn’t it? And plus, he wants you to know! It’s only fair since he knows yours.

Shrugging, Izuku scribbles it down, slaps it on your water bottle before he finishes his bento in record speed and-finally-starts his day.

It’s only when Izuku is out of sight did Katsuki round the table and peer at the note, lips tugging into a frown. He combs a hand through his hair, and mutters. “Shit…it’s that time of the year again.”

--

When you come back from your workout later that afternoon, you’re greeted with the sight of an orange Post-it note stuck on your water bottle and Izuku’s messy handwriting in splotches of green. A grin starts to form on your face as you rip the Post-it note off your bottle, dragging your towel across your face as you scan his response.

No one except Kacchan knows this, but my birthday is on 15th July. P.s. Get some rest too. I know how hard you work.

You snort and shake your head, the smile that had started to plaster itself on your face already turning upside down.

Well, that was a big fat lie.

You almost crumple the Post-it in the process. Your fingers trace the first few words, hovering over the words no one. They then find Katsuki’s name, and it makes your smile collapse.

It’s that time of the year again.

[inkyminx]

🙊🦁🐦‍🔥

Trivia Under The Cut ~

Zhe Kong Shi (Middle)

The second born, Guardian Lion

Cunning, Mischievous, a bit chaotic & unintentionally funny

Sensitive (body-wise)

Really good with kids

Might be part jackal but who knows

Don’t hurt his loved ones he will bite all your toes and eat your prized possessions

No really, don’t risk it

Loves cats (he will steal yours)

Has ptsd because of his capture & t*rture by humans in his past

A BIG foodie but is one of those people where they eat a lot but always looks fit (like muscular and constant workouts)

Is surprisingly a gentle giant

Likes working with metal or mechanical objects (mostly vehicles and tiny trinkets)

Play wrestles with Ping on the daily

Was put in his father’s mouth as discipline (it’s ok, he was never bitten. He’d just sit there bored)

Likes trading (it’s business, kid)

“Shorty” proceeds to eat on your hand

Definitely has a “natural beauty” as they are known to be really pretty

Naturally has curly hair but uses one of Yuan’s oils to tame it

Wears a band around his neck to hide the wounds he got from the capturer’s chains

~ ~ ~

In a relationship with Cole

Like his brothers, Cole gets very concerned about how tall Kong is since (headcanon time) he’s the tallest of the ninja

Dates? Isn’t it obvious? These guys would go to cake testing, maybe some test of strength games & more outdoorsy activities like a carnival or rock climbing

Takes turns sitting on each other while one’s doing push-ups

“Brains and brawns? HOW ABOUT BRAWNS AND A TITAN”

He probably also scared Wukong and the gang as he nearly matches the height of Sandy and DBK (if not taller like his brothers)

Will lift the ninja/monkie team/monkeys like it’s nothing & tease them about it

Dear God do not let him be alone with Wukong or there will be chaos. Who knows what shenanigans they will get up to

Might have forgotten to pay for some noodles one ten time

Cole meeting the parents was fun

Kong: *in his dad’s mouth and lifting it up by his teeth* Pretty neat huh?  Cole: 😨

Has probably yeeted Jin & Yin into the celestial realm at one point

Doesn’t like Lou (Cole has to hold his boy back from strangling his dad)

Fengkuang Huayuan (Left)

The first born, Jue Yuan

Flirtatious, sneaky, mature (somewhat) & easily amused

The mean responsible one: will tape a kid to the wall or “your a disappointment, grade C+ kiddo”

“Chillax man, I got this” comes back clean despite an explosion in the background

Loves to cook and knows how (mostly stews & broths or anything with vegetables)

Kind of a slvt

Doesn’t like wearing revealing clothes

Probably gets his jewelry from Guimo

Definitely the one who taught Kong how to be a menace

Adopted three small dragon-like cats and treats them like his children

Knows how to push buttons

Likes to make puns

Smokes (owns a kiseru)

Lost his vision as payment to reunite with Kong

~ ~ ~

Had a relationship with a soldier at one point before not aliving him when he found out he was a demon

Definitely likes using pet names, both platonically and romantically

“Darling”  ,  “my sweet baby”  &  “pumpkin” are big in his vocabulary

Will tease tf out of Macaque & Kai

Kai will get the short end of the stick with this guy usually

The ninja definitely caught Kai taking a nap on Yuan’s lap at one point but said red ninja had threatened them to keep it a secret (especially from Nya)

And it’s no different for Macaque just with Wukong

Kind of acts like a mom to said red ninja & monkey, and is very protective of them

May threaten the monkey king and mr. six ears to reconcile PROPERLY instead of bickering like an old married couple

“Smashes their faces together” NOW SHAKE HANDS AND SAY “I DO”

Pingheng Xie (Right)

The third born, Phoenix

A sweetheart, big body big heart, constant state of confusion & responsible

Had a really close relationship with his mother

Touch-starved

Will cry if a loved one gets hurt (even a paper cut will set him off into becoming Niagara Falls)

Incredibly strong

No really, this bitch can probably lift an entire palace if he wanted to

Kind of a mama’s boy

Uses his own feathers for fun (writing, tickling someone, etc)

Will let you use two hands in an arm wrestling match

Is the more responsible fun “parent”

“If you eat your vegetables we can go to the water park”

But will probably lose the kid(s) as he’s on the slides and go apeshit trying to find them

A little chubby around the stomach

Might have accidentally thrown Kong off a mountain cliff while playing as kids

Lost his vision as payment to reunite with Kong

~ ~ ~

In a relationship with Lloyd

Dates? Definitely going to arcades, reading comics, some indoor dates like movies & most times Ping cooking while Lloyd clings to him like a finger monkey

Probably needs to be pulled off Lloyd & MK when hugging cause he can practically sense how fvcked up they are

“NO! YOU ARE STAYING IN BED, WE’RE BUYING PIZZA AND WE WILL HAVE A MARVEL/DISNEY MARATHON UNTIL YOU GET BETTER”

Lloyd often uses his wings for comfort or hiding (it’s a must if he has a nightmare)

Gave Lloyd a necklace with one of his feathers as it’s charm to keep him warm & comforted by his presence

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Sunday, 10 December, 2023.

A cold front roared through the area last night bringing us heavy rain and deadly tornado's just North of Nashville. It was much colder for our workouts today, with a breezy 40 degrees that felt like 32.

Thankfully Armando wasn't too hungover and distraught from the Army/Navy game yesterday to lead us in a fun mobility session.

Warmup:

25 Synchronized Pushups with Larry as our leader. The females voices chatting away over on my left were a sure sign that some were faking this warmup.

Strength

Push Press: 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 70 to 80% For All

3 Second Pause At The TOP Of The 5th Rep Each Set.

Armando=175 Warren G=155 Ed=135 Larry=135 (all) Nathan=125 Dana=115 Coach/Dyer/Elisa/Tim=95 Warren A=65 Jordan/Taylor/Linda/Kayla=55 Emily/Shannon=45 Emma Kate=32 Big Lew=DB's Robert=didn't post because he wasn't the heaviest. Angel/Alicia=did it

WOD

Every 3 Minutes X 7 Rounds

Rest In Time Left-Over

( 155 / 135 / 85 )

1 Barbell............. 1 Weight

12 Deadlifts

9 Hang Power Cleans

6 Push Press

SCORE: Slowest Round

I'm not posting this. Many of you didn't keep track. Many others just guessed. Robert was a DNF so he didn't post anything. It's on What's APP of you care to look.

Cool-Down

Run / Jog / Walk The Arboretum 1.1 Mile Loop

On Each Of The 5 Grey Plastic Benches, Do

15 Supported Inclined Pushups

15 Supported Inclined Air Squats

Easy-Peezy

Note:

The girls always participate in the extra credit Arboretum antics that I put on the board. The guys seldom do, although 3 of us guys did after the 0730 session. I can't explain it, although I have heard that girls get hormonally synchronized for certain activities (Alicia told me), but I'll leave that right there.

Robert's Daughter Taylor came and brought 2 Samford friends with her. The Butler's were having some huge Hoo-rah at 6224 yesterday, and that's why we got to enjoy the presence of the girls. Taylor/Jordan/Emma Kate all were great sports in spite of the weather and Coach calling Jordan "Shorty" and Emma Kate "Bean Pole". They all got nice LHCF jersey's.

Today was Shannon's Birthday. Typically the girls always stage a birthday celebration but they didn't for Shannon. I suspect there is a large degree of envy and jealousy because Shannon looks so hot (new RED yoga-pants today!!) for her age (Armando said "38"), and she is married to the handsomest and strongest drug-free Mexican currently attending LHCF. So there !!

Only 11 more days until the Winter Solstice; after-which our daylight hours slowly get longer. My Daffodils are aware and are already poking their brave little Spring sprouts above ground. Unfortunately for outdoor CrossFitters, warm weather lags significantly behind the return of daylight hours, so we have 3 more months until Spring-Time officially arrives. If you are curious as to the astronomical reasons for the "Warm weather lag", ask Timmy. He will be authoritarian giving you his latest conspiratorial theory including exactly when the oceans will begin to boil.

Anybody who can drag Cherrita back to LHCF will get a renewal of their Lifetime LHCF Membership. Perhaps if I don't declare my undying love every time she comes she won't be scared off again.

Tuesday at 4 PM