look at his growth

anonymous asked:

I love Kirishima. A lot. And I love your blog because it mainly focus on him. I love how he brightens the show and how great his character is. But the thing is I saw some of your posts shipping him with bakugo. I don't ship him with bakugo though. I like their friendship and all. I think it's the most beautiful progress I have seen in BNHA. Their dynamic pair is good. May I know why you ship them? And please don't hate me.

Reasons to Ship Bakushima

Since you already like their friendship and think they make a good dynamic pair, you probably have a good idea of why people like their relationship. There are a countless number of reasons to ship them and their relationship has so much going for them, so I feel like whatever answer I give won’t be enough. I’ll try my best to answer this. Maybe it’s best if I list some of the main reasons why I ship them. 

1. Kirishima is important to Bakugou’s character development. 

Early on, he encourages Bakugou to have friends and allies by being a friend and ally to Bakugou himself.

Kirishima does such a good job making himself a friend and equal to Bakugou that he becomes the only classmate Bakugou can accept being rescued by without hurting Bakugou’s pride. This is a huge step for Bakugou’s character development because it shows Bakugou can learn how to accept help from someone without his ego being bruised. 

The character development Kirishima gives Bakugou helps Bakugou become a better hero by encouraging Bakugou to be a nicer individual and to work with other people. 

2. Bakugou CARES about Kirishima. 

Usually Bakugou doesn’t give a crap if someone is sad. However, Bakugou has been shown multiple times trying to cheer Kirishima up when Kirishima is sad, which is something he hasn’t done for other classmates. Bakugou cares about someone besides himself, and the classmate Bakugou cares about the most is Kirishima. 

Bakugou doesn’t care about people like a hero should. As Bakugou learns to care about Kirishima, he can become capable of caring about other people, further showing how Kirishima helps Bakugou become a better hero.

3. Despite Kirishima admiring Bakugou and wanting to be his friend, Kirishima doesn’t let Bakugou walk all over him. 

He’ll tease Bakugou like any friend would, even if Bakugou doesn’t like it. 

And he doesn’t let Bakugou get away with shit. He understands Bakugou needs to improve his behavior and will call Bakugou out on his bad behavior. 

Kirishima won’t let Bakugou get away with not calling him by his name either. Kirishima not only wants Bakugou to be his friend, he also wants Bakugou to treat him with respect. Kirishima doesn’t want to be Bakugou’s minion. He wants to be his equal. 

4. This point goes without saying, but similar to how Bakugou cares about Kirishima, Kirishima REALLY cares about Bakugou. 

Kirishima is one of the people who is most worried for Bakugou when Class 1-A hears the villains are after Bakugou.

And despite the dangers for him and his classmates, Kirishima is willing to break the rules to rescue Bakugou because he is one of the students hurt most by Bakugou’s capture. 

Kirishima checks to see if Bakugou passed the hero license exam and is worried about Bakugou when he sees Bakugou doesn’t pass.

5. Bakugou respects Kirishima. 

Bakugou sees Kirishima as a useful ally because their Quirks work well together and is willing to accept Kirishima into his cavalry battle team as a result. Then during that cavalry battle, he listens to Kirishima when Kirishima tells Bakugou to calm down, and Bakugou even refers to Kirishima by his name, something Bakugou rarely does and only does with people he respects. 

Kirishima puts up a good fight against Bakugou during the Sports Festival, showing Bakugou that he’s more than just his hardening Quirk, making Bakugou respect him even more. 

Not only does Bakugou respect Kirishima enough to be rescued by him without hurting his pride, but Bakugou remembers words Kirishima told him months later. Kirishima told Bakugou he’d be unshakable during the cavalry battle, and then Bakugou recalls those exact words months later. Bakugou doesn’t remember things unless they’re important. The things Kirishima says have a huge impact on Bakugou.

Furthermore, Bakugou thinks Kirishima is so strong that he states Kirishima can be unbreakable like All Might. Considering how highly Bakugou thinks of All Might, that’s a huge compliment and shows how much Bakugou respects Kirishima’s abilities. 

6. Bakugou is good for Kirishima’s character growth. 

Kirishima looks up to Bakugou for his unwavering determination and strength and tries to be a strong hero more like Bakugou. When Kirishima expresses how little he thinks of his Quirk and abilities, Bakugou gives Kirishima advice and helps Kirishima create his new super move, Red Riot Unbreakable. 

As demonstrated by Red Riot Unbreakable, Bakugou helps give Kirishima conviction and a more unbreakable spirit, making Kirishima more of an unyielding wall, which will improve Kirishima’s hero career. Kirishima wouldn’t be the mighty brute force he is now without Bakugou. In addition, the things Bakugou says improve Kirishima’s confidence. For instance, Red Riot Unbreakable raised Kirishima’s confidence and makes him feel stronger, which is important for Kirishima’s self-esteem. Keep in mind, Bakugou usually says things to hurt and lower other people’s confidence, so it’s very remarkable that the things he says helps Kirishima’s confidence instead. 

Although, it’s difficult for Bakugou’s threats and insults to faze Kirishima anyway. 

Considering Kirishima’s low self-esteem, Bakugou is an important person who’ll help raise Kirishima’s confidence. In addition, both Bakugou and Kirishima suffer from painful inferiority complexes, with Bakugou’s inferiority complex manifesting into a superiority complex. They can both relate to their issues and help each other. 

Overall, Bakugou and Kirishima’s relationship gets lots of development throughout the series. They mean a lot to each other and help their characters grow. They’re arguably best friends. They’re so close that Iida automatically turns to Kirishima when asking about Bakugou’s whereabouts. 

I don’t expect this answer to convert you into a Bakushima shipper anon. It’s cool if you don’t ship it. This is a very loaded ask because there’s so much I can say about this. I don’t think this answer does this ship or their relationship justice because I can go on and on about why Bakugou and Kirishima are great for each other and why their relationship is important. If I didn’t list some reasons why I like them, then my answer would get disorganized and incoherent. By the way, thanks for asking this specific question. I’ve never really stated why I like Bakugou and Kirishima’s relationship, and it’s nice to finally get my thoughts out there. Although, I could still say more on the topic. 

Reasons to love Ryuji Sakamoto:

  • He is nice to the lost new student even though he knows everyone will be warning the kid off within seconds of getting to school.
  • Loyal as FUCK.
  • His Social Link can be equally easily read as platonic or romantic and either way you look at it, his growth and his realisation that he belongs with his new friend is adorable.
  • Constantly trying to abort the F-Bomb, even when facing the final boss.
  • May not always get along with the rest of the team but god save you if you upset one of them where he can catch you.
  • Acknowledges that he effed up when he makes mistakes or goes down the metaphorical wrong path.
  • Carries out the plan against the first Boss not for his own good - and considering said boss BROKE HIS FUCKING LEG - but because of all the other people who were getting hurt and intimidated by the guy.
  • Repeatedly puts the well-being of his teammates ahead of his own in life or death situations.
  • And is then super confused by them being upset and freaked out when they thought he was dead.
  • Shaped like a friend.
  • Makes an effort to get along with other people who Protag is friends with  when they hang out even if he doesn’t like them all that much.


Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.


It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.


The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”



Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

Hope you enjoyed it! 

Rest of my writings are here:


Cory always enjoyed spending time with his older brother. Even though there was an 18 year age difference, Cory’s older brother still treated him like a big kid and Cory liked that. One of Cory’s favorite things to do with his older brother was work out with him. Cory was only 8 year old, so his body wasn’t going to gain big muscle like his brother’s but he still liked being around all the big boys and watch them lift the big weights. One day, Cory and his brother went to a new gym. “Hey! What’s this place?” Cory asked as they pulled up to the new gym. “It’s uhhh, it’s a better gym than the one we usually go to. You’ll be able to do more big kid stuff here.” Cory’s older brother said with a smile. As they got out of the car and entered the doors, Cory immediately started to feel warm. “Is it warm in here?” Cory asked his brother as he fanned himself with his small hand. Cory’s brother laughed and replied, “you’re fine little bro. Look, I think I see a treadmill open. Why don’t you run for a bit and I’ll meet up with you later after I change into my work out gear.” Cory responded with, “okay bro, I’ll catch you in a bit.”

Cory walked over to the big treadmill. Cory looked at all the buttons on it and was instantly confused. “Ummm, how do I work this?” Cory didn’t want to look confused in front of all the big boys so he just pressed the up arrow until it read the number “24” in big red glowing numbers. Just then, the machine started to move. It was going pretty fast but Cory was keeping a steady pace. Cory started to feel warm again but ignored the feeling so that he didn’t look weak. “Uuuh!” Cory felt a jolt of energy surging throughout his body now. Cory tried to stop running but he couldn’t, it was like his legs were being controlled by something else. “He-Hey, What’s happening?” He was confused as his legs continued to run. Just then Cory being to spurt up in height. “Ugh! Wha?” He looked down noticing his clothes were tighter than before. He felt his shoes get really tight and his shirt barely covered his torso now. Cory looked around to see if anyone noticed his sudden growth spurt but everyone was preoccupied with their work out. “Uuugh! Not again!” Just then Cory felt the surge get stronger. He listened as his shoes began to burst open. “Ow!” His toes were now exposed and then suddenly his feet bursted through his small shoes. Two large size 13 feet replaced his size 7 shoes. He felt the surge crawl up his legs which caused his legs to grow larger and more muscular. Cory then started to run faster due to all the muscle weight he just put on. The surge of energy climbed into his torso. Suddenly he noticed that his chest was popping out and shredding the front of his shirt almost instantly. “Ugh!!” Cory was sweating as his body began to grow more muscular and taller. Cory’s shirt fell clean off of his torso exposing a mature and large chest and stomach. His arms were so big now. His body looked to be that of a young football player’s.

“Ooooh!” Cory’s dick began to throb in his tight gym shorts. He felt his balls drop suddenly causing his voice to deepen. His face kept his young boyish charm but resembled a much older man’s face. His shorts busted open as his butt grew larger. Cory continued running as his thick muscles and pecs jumped in place. His large bare feet hit the treadmill with every step. He couldn’t stop running, but he didn’t want to. All that was left of his work out clothes were a tight pair of underwear now. Cory felt so horny but he just couldn’t stop running.

Just then Cory’s brother came out. “Whoa! Hey little bro! Looks like the gym had no problem claiming you as one of its own already.” His brother said as he examined his once small little brother’s body. “Now don’t think this means you’re going to get bigger than me now.” He laughed as he patted his now large littler brother’s sweaty back. “You keep working hard bro, I’m going to head over to the weights.” Cory watched as his brother walked away slowly starting to realize that this gym was a not so ordinary gym and his older brother knew it.


oh boy it’s only been 3 months but the weeds in my garden are out of control 🌿🌱

Secret Rendezvous (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Secret Series Part 2! [1] 

Summary: In Germany now, and Peter Parker and Y/N Stark would like to have some fun before the big day. 

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading Secret Daughter; did not expect that many notes on one of my first fics. Hope you enjoy part 2 and I’m working on part 3 to be up in a few days!

Warnings: Make out !!! Sexual content !!! you write smut one time and suddenly you’re hooked

Word Count: 2k+

Peter Parker arrived bright and early to the Stark tower the next day. Partly because he didn’t want to risk being late and partly because he wanted to spend more time with you. You were raiding the pantry for snacks for the trip when you saw Peter down the hall.

“Underoos!” You call out and wave him over to you. 
“Oh no, that’s not my new nickname is it?” He asks, leaning against the kitchen island and yawns. 
You giggle. “Would you like some coffee? You seem sleepy,” you offer.
“Yes, please,” he brightens up and you turn on the machine.
“You know, my dad called you in for 10 am. You’re 2 hours early.”
“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to come early to see-”

“See what, Peter?” Your dad asks, descending down the steps.
“See…if I could help with anything. You know…boxes, heavy stuff…um,” the boy stammers in response. 
Tony turns to you. “Hey, pumpkin, you making a latte?” He kisses your forehead and starts cracking eggs over the frying pan.
“Nope. Just some coffee for Peter,”
He looks between the two of you. “Coffee will stunt his growth, Y/N.”
“I-I’m 5′8, sir,” Peter defends himself.
You hand him his mug. “You are too, dad. You just wear heeled-”
“Up, up, up,” Tony silences you.

The three of you chat over breakfast. Tony slaps Peter’s shoulder; they make fun of your oversized cat sweater; Peter talks about his school, Midtown science. All the while you and Peter make eyes at each other while Tony isn’t looking.

Then, Peter and your father start discussing the big fight and you pull away from the conversation. You thought the tactics were fascinating and all, but you had no new input and no use for the information. You would watch from the control tower and talk to them through the comm lines in their suits. Your palms grew sweaty as your dad told Peter to aim for Steve’s legs during the fight. Steve Rogers could easily break Peter in half if he wanted to and you did not want to see that happen.
“But, it’s all very safe right?” You interrupt. “No one’s gonna get hurt?”
Your dad smiles at your concern. “I’ve known these people for a long time, Y/N. We’ve been through a lot and we plan on going easy on them.”
“And what if they don’t agree?” You ask and glance at Peter. Cap’s team has no loyalty to Peter and even though they are all good people, they are desperate. And desperate people do bad things.
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” Peter says. “We got this,”

“Wheels up in 10!” Happy announces, walking over to your dad. “Tony, you need to check everything in the cockpit before take off.”
Your dad rises and kisses you on the top of your head. “Peter’s right, Pumpkin,” Tony whispers to you. “But don’t tell him I said that.”
You laugh and he leaves you and Peter to put the dishes away. 
“You and your dad are really close,” Peter comments as he washes his mug in the sink. 
“Yeah,” you agree. “I mean, he’s one of the few people I can talk to, so I basically tell him everything.”
“Everything?” Peter’s eyebrows shoot up in alarm. 
You shake your head. “Nah, I’m keeping you all to myself,” you say and wrap your arms around his neck. 
“Y/N,” Peter swallows hard. His voice barely a whisper. “As much as I would love to kiss you, I can’t right now.”
You retreat your arms. “Oh, yeah that makes sense,” you say, slightly hurt. Even though you knew he was right, you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed.
Peter, in a change of heart after seeing you sad, kisses you quickly on the cheek. “How ‘bout later? When we aren’t somewhere your father can just walk in on anytime.” You nod and Peter beams at you. “Atta girl. Now, can I help you with your bags?”

The plane takes off and you leave your seat next to Peter to talk to your dad in the cockpit; he liked to stay there to make sure everything was going smoothly. You had to tell him you brought your Iron suit, and while he was proud you took the initiative to be safe, he hadn’t even worried about you getting physically hurt before you brought it up. When you returned to Peter he had a camera out and was filming Happy snoring. 
“Excellent cinematography, Peter. But your actors are sleeping on the job.” You joke and he laughs.
Peter turns around and points the camera at you. “Ah, the beautiful Y/N. Any more wise cracks about my film?” He asks, but then Billy the security guard takes his camera from him. “Hey! What the-”
“Sorry, kid, but we have to destroy any evidence that can prove Y/N exists,” he explains. 
Peter’s eyes widen. “Y/N, I’m sorry I completely forgot-”
“Don’t worry about it,” You stop him. “Billy, Peter’s going to delete the footage of me immediately after we land, so you can give him back his camera.”
Billy looks at Peter, deciding whether or not to trust him. “If you say so, Y/N,” he puts the camera in Peter’s hand and sits back down. 

You and Peter talk for the rest of the flight. Peter’s eyes only seem to land on you and the window to watch the clouds go by.
“Woah, this is so cool!” He says as we watch a sunrise above the clouds. 
You smile at him. He’s so adorable when he’s excited. You want nothing more to kiss him right there at that moment. But Happy is tapping away on his tablet and Billy reading the newspaper. They would both definitely see if you kissed him, so you lean your head on his shoulder and pretend to fall asleep as Peter blushes profusely. 

By the time you guys reached the hotel it was only mid afternoon, but everyone (except you and Peter) was ready to sleep. After everyone closed the doors to their separate rooms yours and Peter’s opened and you two began exploring the hotel. There was a rooftop garden you two stayed at and watched the sunset. As you walked around you named every plant species you two saw.
“How do you know all of these?” Peter asked you, impressed. 
You pick up a sunflower and tuck it behind Peter’s ear. “You seem to forget my lack of social life before you.” He blushed the same shade as the roses as you held his hand.

You two made your ways to free buffet and Peter dared you to stick your mouth in the chocolate fountain. You did it and came back to the table with half of your face covered in chocolate. “There’s chocolate in my nose,” you squeeze out. Peter lovingly wipes it off and also gets a few cheeky licks in. Afterward, because Peter wanted to be in fighting shape for tomorrow, you guys went to the gym. Peter also just wanted to show off to you that he could do 100 pull ups in a row. In turn, you show off to Peter by body slamming him while sparring.

But, the most fun was when you two found the pool.
“Y/N,” Peter whined, trailing behind you. “It’s getting late and I need to rest my back now thanks to you.”
You run ahead, peeking in every doorway for your next adventure when you finally find it. “Well, then come on in. I’ll make you feel much better,” you motion Peter to you with your index finger and he follows as if in a trance. 
He looks from you to the pool and back again. “Sorry, but I packed for Germany. Not the beach,” he rubs the back of his head.
“So did I,” you tell him and pull off your shirt slowly, revealing a lacy black bralette. “Are you alright, Peter?”

The poor boy’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he ogles you. He nods slowly, taking off his sweater. He pulls you close to him and kisses you. Your fingers move to his pants belt loop and tug on them, making him almost trip. You struggle to remove his belt and he laughs, doing it himself while you take off your leggings and throw them to the side. Peter moves to you kissing you again like he’s trying to memorize your lips, all the while walking you backward. 
“Peter,” you breathe out as his mouth dips down to suck your neck. Your eyeballs roll back into your head as you relish in the new sensation. Suddenly, stepping back you feet touch nothing but air. “Peter!” you scream before sinking down feet first into the deep end of the pool. 

“Y/N!” Peter shouts. He crouches to see if you’re okay, but there are so many bubbles in the water you seem to have vanished. As soon as your feet touch the floor of the pool you jump up, shooting towards Peter and wrap your arms around his neck. Before he can even react he’s pulled down too. The both of you are giggling when you come up for air and there is no space between you. Your legs tangle together as you two attempt to stay afloat. You’re pushed to the side of the pool and Peter moves his arms to both of your sides to trap you there. The ends of his hair start to curl, covering his eyes. You push his brown locks out of the way to see his face. His skin is warm, as the pool is heated, and his cheeks flush red. His big brown eyes scan all over your face as if he was searching for proof you weren’t just some beautiful fantasy he made up. 

You smirk up at him. “So, Peter. Are we still waiting for a safe time or are you gonna take a risk?” You ask, traveling your hands to the hard on in his boxers. 
His eyes turn dark with lust and he starts sucking along your jaw line.
“If you thought the wait time was long,” Peter says, sinking down to leave love bites along the tops of your breasts. “Just wait and see what’s in store for you tonight.” You throw your head back and giggle excitedly at his dirty talk. His lips explore lower and lower and you rise higher and higher so he could still breathe. His name falls off your tongue over and over again as he starts to rub your slit through your underwear. 

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” You turn around and quickly dunk Peter’s head in the water out of fear. He stayed down, also hearing the voice. It was Happy Hogan in board shorts and a towel by the door. 
“Umm…” you stammer. How long could Peter hold his breath for? Happy’s about to enter the room when you stop him, realizing yours and Peter’s clothes are all over the floor. “You’re right! I should leave. Can you give me a moment of privacy while I change? I’ll be out in just a second.”
Happy nods and leaves as Peter comes up, gasping for air. “Who was it? Your dad? Did he see me?” He looks around anxiously. 
“No, Peter, you’re okay,” you rest your hands on his shoulders to calm him down. “It’s just Happy. But we have to leave, like right now.” You two scramble out of the pool and back into your clothes in a rush. It’s very clear that the mood is gone as Peter runs to the window to climb back to his room. He saves you a glance before leaving and you give a small wave to him before he swings off. 

You speed out the door in your damp clothes and dripping hair. “Thank you, Happy,” you say over your shoulder, calling the elevator.
“No problem, Y/N. I’ll see you and Peter tomorrow. Fully clothed I hope.”
You stop dead in your tracks. “Please don’t tell my dad,” you beg.
He guffaws. “And have him shoot the messenger? No way. Just make sure the two of you get to your own separate rooms tonight, please.”
You nod dutifully and step into the elevator. Maybe waiting was a better idea.

Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life.  Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.  

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″.  To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.  

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age.  But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.  

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.  

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.  

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery.  Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.  

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed.  He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.  

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.  

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.  

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.  

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page.  Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.  

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body.  His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care.  This was a one-trip for Jake.  

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor.  He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body.  Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad.  He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.  

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.  

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.  

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.  

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong.  He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements.  A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock.  It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed.  Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.  

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body.  He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.  

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.  

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.  

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.  

“JAKE!  That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.  

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth.  “This was a one-way trip.  My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time. 

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process.  His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.  

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again.  His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.  

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.  

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.  

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.  

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.  

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.  

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.  

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home.  Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy.  I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently.  Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly.  “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name.  That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.   

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life.  He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint.  He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times.  Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.  

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.  

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake.  Your body is fucking cute!  Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.  

Hugh tucked the phone away.  He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.”  His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.  

Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.  

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.  

“So what do you want anyway?  Because this is my body now.  Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.  

“No.  No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake.  “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.  

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now.  Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.  

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore.  He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread.  Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.  

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes.  He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.  

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.  

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake.  “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.  

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.  

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face.  He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in.  The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.  

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son.  But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.  

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.  

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.  

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick.  He was ready to fuck his old body.  No–he was ready to fuck his son.  Because he was the man now.  He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted.  He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.  

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide.  He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face.  Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.  

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son.  That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now.  And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care.  He was already loving his new life.  Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock.  He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body.  Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them.  That made him even harder.  

“Fuck yeah!  Fill me up, Daddy!  Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.  

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.  

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.  

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.  

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power.  He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body.  He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man.  The opposite was true for Jake.  He was finally the stud he always wanted to be.  He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could.  He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body.  No–it was his sweat.  There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert.  And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.  

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.  

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too.  He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert.  But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy.  The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight.  Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy.  Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock.  Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him.  Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.  

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.  

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest.  It finally took him to his limit.  

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy.  Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load.  With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust.  He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.  

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.  


u know most of the selfies i have posted on here are of me wearing hats and u know what i realized ,,,, i wear hats to cover up the fact that i am Depressed and can’t be bothered to do anything with my hair lol oopsie

So my midwife is super pumped about my home birth. She’s awesome. And Julian is apparently already getting into a great position so everything looks great so far. His growth rate is perfect, my blood pressure and everything is perfect, and she thinks if it continues this way I shouldn’t have any problems.

Haikyuu!! Chapter 262:  Always Facing Forward

We’ve been granted another (wonderful) flashback of young Karasuno. First year Tanaka along with first years Ennoshita and Narita at the background (looks like Narita hasn’t had his growth spurt).

I’m so used to bald Tanaka that I can barely recognize Tanaka in his first year in all his full-haired glory. The delinquent look is still there though. Still, the appearance of current third years look so young always make me happy. However, we’re also given more insight on them.

They endured so much. They had front row seat to the fallen powerhouse, flightless crows. They saw how their senpai lost their hope and faith. And yet they never let themselves discouraged, never gave up, never stopped looking forward, biding their time. Honestly, they’re amazing. No wonder, their first years are amazing, because their senpai are.

audriel.exe stops working.





Damn, give us a little warning Furudate-sensei! But please don’t stop (and please also give us (or at least me) Kuroo in serious mode along with Daichi, though I know I’m probably gonna die if I get it, but… please)

Back to the game.

Tanaka is in a pinch. He keeps getting blocked, and when gets a spike in, it’s an out. 

That expression… damn, I can feel all the frustration and desperation and Tanaka feels. No wonder Sensei brings in Bokuto for this match, he provides the insight of spikers. His wonders drives home how difficult it is for Tanaka.

Suna is really, really good, and he’s targeting at Tanaka. Look how easily he read Tanaka, how quickly he moves to block Tanaka, and how capable he is in attacking. This is National-level player.

I’ve got the feeling that Ukai is right. Tanaka thinks too much. He puts too much pressure on himself, by remembering his past plays and memories. It reminds me of Furuya in Daiya, actually. The additional pressure makes him take more risk than that is safe or necessary. The last block, he has two possible course, and he picks the hardest one. He still can see the possibilities clearly, but his ability to make the best course of action is impaired. I don’t know whether he’ll manage a comeback in this set, if he does, Karasuno might get the first set. Tanaka usually manages to motivate himself, but I think this time he’s going to need an external motivation, an extra help, quite possibly from Daichi, Suga or Asahi, because it seems his impatience comes from wanting to win for the senpais whom he admire and respect, and I share that feeling with him.

Come on Tanaka…. You can do it…

On a lighter note, some interesting panels to boost our mood back up.

The Miya brothers, or Atsumu being an idiot.

The face Atsumu makes when he realizes the toss missed, then the reaction of the coach who yelled at him and Osamu who uses twin privilege to get a proper apology in form of luxury pudding XDD.

Hinata in a straw hat, celebrating One Piece’s anniversary.

Kurokawa, Azumane, all look so serious and imposing… and there’s Noya. Oh, Noya… don’t change.

theessenceofabe  asked:

Don't ya love all the people that are so pissed about the Ronaldo episode that they dont even realize it was a commentary on cultural discrimination and appropriation?

Ha, I must’ve done a really solid job cutting back on the Steven Universe related blogs I follow because I haven’t even seen any kind of negative commentary of that sort (thank goodness), although I’ve seen a few blogs firing back at those who didn’t seem to understand the very obvious message at work within “Rocknaldo”.

This was by far and away my most favorite of all the Ronaldo episodes so far, with an incredible relevant and timely message on diversty. I look forward for his continued growth and understanding- maybe becoming a Crystal Gem in his own right with a little bit more guidance?


anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Danny's height? Short smol boy forever or Lanky Sweetheart in future?

Danny must be tiny forever it is very important to me as a smol man!!!

He does have his dad’s genes, so I think he’d be able to be pretty tall, but his self care habits are horrible. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d managed to stunt his growth. Look how tiny and scrawny he is. If he doesn’t put some meat on those bones, he’s not gonna get much taller.

Sam must be the shortest, though. When everyone’s fully grown, she shall be the tiniest and she will hate it.

I’m celebrating a follower milestone by looking back at the growth of Twitterico (what Lin-Manuel Miranda calls his twitter followership) since I joined the fandom in October 2015.

Lin created his twitter account on October 4, 2009. He was originally shy about it (lol) but since then he’s mastered the form–and become incredibly prolific.

I’m very active on twitter because I honestly think it’s the opposing muscle group to writing musicals. Musicals take seven years a pop. So it’s a nice release valve to then just spray some creativity into a 140 character tweet and send that out into the world, and the people following me have been in on the process.

I kind of got addicted to Twitter while I was working on Hamilton. And that has provided a weird way in for a lot of people. I find that’s an interesting substitute for coffee when my stomach hurts, to have the dopamine of interacting with people in real time while I was working to unlock the thing that was very hard to unlock.

Ah, so you used Twitter as a turtle shell. I can get behind that. I use it a morphine drip of attention and validation :)

My wife will change the password when I have deadlines. …Then when I’m ready to get it back I’ll be like alright, what’s the password? And she’ll be like “linnevergotenoughhugs,” or “linneedsattention.”

On October 15, 2015, he reached 96,000 followers (96,000!).

Things, of course, only accelerated from there.

I remember being excited when Lin gained 5,000 followers in one night following Bam4Ham–the Hamilton event livestreamed from the White House on March 9, 2016–reaching 301,000 followers.

The next twitterico follower info I have is from my one-sided “race” against Lin to hit 5,000 tumblr followers/500,000 twitter followers before the Tonys on June 12, 2016. I “won” haha, but in the 7 hours after the beginning of the ceremony he gained 15,000 followers (see the tags) to reach 511,000.

Over the following three weeks he gained another 130,000.

On June 14, 2016, Broadway.com published an article calling Lin “Broadway’s Twitter genius”. According to the article, fan engagement made up 65% of his tweets. It included a graph of when he tweeted throughout the day, showing peaks at “good morning” and “good night,” a falling off in the afternoon reflecting the twice weekly matinee performances, and smaller peaks at Hamilton intermission and immediately following final curtain.

A fan asked if it was weird seeing his tweet times as a graph. His response: “Yuhhhuuuuup.”

Lin reached one million followers on November 21, 2016. He celebrated with a day-long gif party.

Since then he’s gained the equivalent of 20,000 followers per week. As of now, March 20, 2017, he has 1,342,000.

To paraphrase Ron Chernow, I’ve hooked myself to a real rocket with this guy.
Glad to have you all on the ride.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a pic or story in DOA where Claire meets mr. Quincy and he helps them find a boat after asking Claire to look at a growth on his arse. And after he leaves, Jamie asks Claire what is it with the men trying to take off their clothes for her. And. Claire acts all demure about it. Is this within the parameters of the blog?

Hello Nonnie, and thank you for your request. DG creates some really great ancillary characters, and John Quincy Myers is hilarious…he’d be a blast to sit around a campfire with. The stories he could tell! I love the scene where he first meets Claire & how Jamie steps between them. I hope you enjoy this interpretation from “I Encounter a Hernia.” It was a great way for me to work on detail & line. Keep those prompts coming! Sometimes the pieces takes some time; but, I hope it’s worth the wait! - Mod Brandee

baby-kenma  asked:

Idk if you have already been ask this but, who are your top 5 most daddy/boyfriend material characters from haikyuu?

Hey, hey, thanks for sending this in! This is a really unique ask, and I had to think a lot about how to answer (mostly because I’m not sure what would make someone daddy material LMAO) but here you go, I guess…

My top 5 boyfriend material characters from Haikyuu!! (emphasis on the “my” because everyone has different picks)

1. Tsukishima Kei

He’s my ideal type. Cool, calm, collected, and someone who can engage in intellectual banter for hours. Plus, he’s the best during crisis management. And he’ll gradually open up, and it will be so worth it because he actually understands his complex emotions. He reserves his praise and encouragement for rare moments, but that only makes it more valuable. What’s not to like?

Originally posted by tobjo

2. Kageyama Tobio

A minimalist, no-nonsense kind of guy. His single-minded focus is enviable. Ideal if someone is looking for a relationship with mutual personal growth. Plus, his sense of grooming is impeccable. And he is so perceptive because of his self-consciousness. The best thing is he can get flustered at the smallest thing, which would surely be entertaining. 

Originally posted by dadzaiosamu

3. Kuroo Tetsurou

Another smart one. And what I like about him is that he’s outgoing too. Plus, I feel like this dork would do goofy but cheesy things for his partner. And he’s compassionate. He has a knack for realizing what someone’s potential is, even if the person himself doesn’t get it, which means he might see something in his partner too and will help develop it.

Originally posted by jolynecujo

4. Akaashi Keiji

Calm, observant, analytical. He’s a perceptive one, so he knows exactly what’s wrong and how to fix it (like with Bokuto). He can also be really good at preventing his partner from doing impulsive shit they’ll regret later. And his deadpan delivery makes him funny. At the same time though, he’s so encouraging of what he loves and believes in. 

Originally posted by iwaizyumi

5. Iwaizumi Hajime

His strong, sturdy temperament is super attractive. He’s loving, caring, and loyal, and he puts the needs of everyone else before him (sometimes a little too much). He’s another no-nonsense guy, which I like, and he has the ability to talk sense into people. Amazing.

Originally posted by kageyamastobio

LOL I just realized that maybe this was supposed to be based on looks/appeal (you know what I mean), and I apologize for my ace ass not thinking about that sooner. I hope you still like this though! Have a good day/night ^_^

PS: OMG I actually stuck to my limit of 5!!!