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thirsty-lakedream · 1 year

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After a long day of practice, the football team retired back to the lockers. The arid scent of sweat coming from the burly strong men filled the air. As the athletes freshened up and went along with their day, only two were left, cooling off; shooting like shit like normal. The first was the teams head linebacker Jensen and the second, his best bro and star quarterback of the team, Ryan.

The two jocks first met when they by chance got paired up as roommates in the freshman dorms. They’re synergy only heightened their football prowess. Thanks to that, they became the dynamic duo for the front liners. They’ve been inseparable since… well until Ryan broke the news.

A knock echoed from the locker room entrance. Jensen walked over and opened the door slightly ajar to see a lanky boyish latino standing there. “Oh uh, hey Mateo,” It was Ryan’s boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Looking evidently intimidated by the broad athlete, he he timidly spoke. “H-hey, I’m looking for Ryan. He asked me to meet him after practice.”

“Oh, yeah. Come on in.” Jensen pulled the door open to let him in. “Hey Ry, your- um, your… Mateo is here.” Though he wants to be supportive, Jensen still had his reservations. When Ryan came out to him he was shocked. All this time he never sensed the impression that his best bro was gay. He would always bring the hottest babes to their room, but was that all just a cover to his real wants?

When he laid on eye on his boyfriend, something clicked in Ryan’s eyes and he put on the warmest grin. “Teo, there you are babe!” The smaller guy walked over to where the football player was, sitting in his personal football cubby and climbed into his lap, teasing for a kiss. Ryan happily obliged pulling Mateo close, locking into a kiss.

Jensen tried to shy his eyes away. He was still adjusting to this new development, but whenever it was him and the two of them, the lovers couldn’t take their eyes and lips away from each other. It was especially awkward since the two got so lost into each other they were practically dry humping during their last hang in the frat house. It could also be cause of some slight jealousy. He wasn’t gay or anything, but he did miss spending quality bro-time. Maybe I should just give them some space, Jensen thought. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll just see you man.”

Ryan pulled away, to the dismay of Mateo. “Ok man I’ll catch you later!” Jensen walked out of the locker room.

He turned back to happily continue the make out section, but at the sound of the door shutting, Mateo climbed off of the man and rolled his eyes. “Finally I thought he’d actually stick around and we’d have to pull that grinding act again.”

“Oh come on, don’t you think that the intense PDA is making the guys too uncomfortable? We don’t want to ruin the real Ryan’s image.”

Mateo cruelly glared at the athlete. In a new mocking tone, he asked. “I’m sorry, are you actually questioning my plans?”

In response Ryan’s cool and confident smile demeanor crumpled. “N-no… sorry Mateo.”

“What did you call me?”

“Sorry, Sir”

Mateo coldly smiled. “That’s better. Do not forget who holds the power in this ‘relationship.’ Now back to business, what is your status on integrating into Ryan’s life.

“Well, everything appears to be fine. No one has suspected anything amiss.”

“Is that so?”

“As far as I’m aware, sir. I did as you told and continued to do the weekly calls with his mom and sister, and I’ve kept up both his grades and exercise regimen to a tee.”

Mateo took a moment to reply, but then simply asked. “What is Ryan’s moms name.” ‘Ryan’ hesitated to answer, which caused his partner to replayed. “His mother’s name, what is it?”

“Uhh I know this, it’s Ana, right?”

Mateo rolled his eyes, reaching out and pulling Ryan by the ear. “You idiot! It’s Amanda! What if that came up in conversation? You would have tipped anyone off immediately!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I promise I will read the character notes you gave me again! I promise I will get it right next time!”

As ‘Ryan pleased, Mateo took note of something else. As he held onto Ryan, it looked as if his skin was stretching unnaturally, almost as it was being pulled away from his head. Pulling tighter, Mateo stretched Ryan’s face harder. From the offices of his eyes and mouth, paler skin much different then Ryan’s sun-touched complexion could be seen. “And let me guess, you haven’t been applying the glue like I instructed you.”

Ryan sounded so small and timid, “I-I’m sorry I forgot to do it the last couple days…”

Mateo let go of his boyfriend and walked over to his duffle. Digging through the sweaty gear he found what he was looking for, a long metallic tube of cream. Without hesitation, he squeezed a hardy dollop of goop into his hand and rubbed it vigorously onto the jocks face. Performing another experimental pull, Ryan’s face held rigid.

“You are really fucking this up. What would you have done if something happened during practice, or in the shower. How do you think those dumb jocks would react if their star players face distorted or came off, revealing some loser posing to be him, wearing his skin like some kind of costume?”

“I-I… I don’t know.”

“Now, is there anything else you want to confess to me before I find out later.”

Ryan bit his lip, but eventually admitted, “There was one little thing. I may have been talking to Jensen and gotten something wrong. Instead of remembering he has a sister, I asked about his brother… But I got him to believe it was a bad joke! I promise he doesn’t suspect a thing!”

Mateo simply rubbed his temple, trying to massage away the pounding headache “You’re on thin ice. Thin fucking ice.”

Ryan hesitated, before standing up. Using his large stature to try and intimidate Mateo, he barked aggressively. “I made some mistakes but I’m getting better, why don’t you get off my back.”

Mateo let out a sigh, turning away from the groveling man. “Do you know why I chose you for this job, Brian?”

At hearing his real name, the guy inside Ryan shuddered. “Umm, because you knew I would do anything for you.”

The Latino man scoffed, “The reason I chose you to put on Ryan and take over his life was because I knew as an actor, you’d be able to slip into the role seamlessly. Besides you even had a fairly convincing impression of the real Ryan. Clearly I was mistaken as your performance has been lackluster at best. What would stop me from taking you out of that suit and replacing you with someone else better suited for the job. I could even get them a voice changer and no one would notice a difference.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket. “One click of this and you will be ejected from Ryan’s suit, forced to go back to your sad, pathetic life as Brian. Just some gay loser no one wants or would ever want?”

Terrified by Mateo’s threat, Ryan fell to his knees, pleading to Mateo. “No please, anything but that! I’m so sorry please don’t take this away from me I promise i will do better, much better!” His voice sounding a bit off, now squeakier than his normal bravado.

Mateo hesitated, teasing his finger on the remotes button, before finally putting it back into his pocket. “Fine. I will give you one last chance. But listen to me… no more screw ups, no more forgetting to maintain the suit, got it? Let this be the last time we have to discuss it. After this, you are Ryan Griffin- my cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private you are my loyal dumb servant.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Repeat it,” Mateo demanded.

“I- I am Ryan Griffin, I am your cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private I shall loyally serve you.”

A sinister smile crept on Mateo’s face. “Atta boy.” He placed his hand, caressing his dumb, stubbly cheek. “Now get changed cause your taking me out to dinner tonight.”

#bodysuit #male bodysuit #male transformation #take over #straight to gay #need to jock #control #impersonation

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chrissy-kaos · 28 days

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So I got another person tying to impersonate me. If y’all would please go to their blog and report them that would be awesome. Thank you❤️

#Impersonation #impersonator #fake blog #stolen content #@staff #Trans #transgender #trans pride #transisbeautiful #mtf #transgirl #girlslikeus #mtf hrt #maletofemale #transformation

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blackvelveteen1339 · 3 months

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Hilarious and spot on 🤣🤣🤣🤣 RICK AND MORGAN HELP MEEEE 😭😭😭😭

#daryl dixon #rick grimes #negan smith #eugene porter #morgan #shane walsh #the walking dead #impersonation #funny af

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mbta-unofficial · 3 months

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I love philadelphia because they hate new york and also something about germantown lesbians Idon’t know I’m an employee of a privately public corporation who also says faggot on tumblr.com

I hate trainfucking and I love public transit and boston massachusetts has the best trains anywhere

#impersonation

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kittyball23 · 4 months

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This is NOT me 👇

I've just been notified that apparently there is someone attempting to impersonate my blog, so far having pretty much replicated my username and reposting my art 😑

Posting this as a means to not cause confusion 🙄

#my blog #impersonation

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rat-at-heart · 7 days

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Thought Austin Butler did okay, but on this side of the Pacific he's the real king of impersonations

#art #doodle #drawing #ratatheart #rat at heart #sea turtle #turtle #elvis #impersonation #impersonator #Austin butler #pacific #king

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21wanderer · 27 days

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Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle back and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

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phantomphangphucker · 1 year

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Phic Phight - A Toothy Kind Of Misbehaviour

For: @charcoalhawk @zomb1e-teeth

Danny’s got some toothy problems and dentist who is a problem

Danny was used to pain alright? Very used to pain. He could handle broken toes or his forearm getting bisected or his wail tearing up his throat. This, however, was noticeably more of a pain in the ass. Why? Because it was making it hard to talk and eat, every time his tongue moved or food went to the wrong side it was like someone was kicking him in the jaw. From intentionally jabbing it with his tongue, which hurt so much, it felt like he had somehow completely split one of his farthest back teeth fully in half… and his ghostliness wasn’t healing it. Why? Because it probably wasn’t supposed to be there. Wisdom teeth be like that.

His parents never opted to remove his wisdom teeth when he was younger, and human, because his teeth hadn’t been bothering him and not everyone even gets wisdom teeth. Danny did, yay for him, and now they -or one at least- was being a little bitch and fucking up his mouth. He was half tempted to grab some pliers and tear the thing out himself, he’s sure he could do it, but that would bite him in the ass so hard if he fucked it up and had to go to the dentist anyways. Plus the dentist could tell him if he had any other wisdom teeth problems and remove them, instead of this becoming some kind of on going issue. Especially because his adult ghost teeth were also coming in, thicker longer stronger canines and lateral incisors on both the top and the bottom, aka fangs. All of his other teeth were shifting around to make room for the damn things and it was just fucking up that one tooth even more. If his mouth had room for the wisdom teeth before it sure as shit didn’t now.

So he’d finally gone to his mom, not his far less gentle dad, and she took a peek in his mouth; obviously seeing the turbofucked tooth. She had been less than impressed, while Danny had just been glad his fangs hadn’t been coming in noticeably at that point. One problem, it took well over a month to get him to the dentist, meaning it was absolutely noticeable now. Danny’s a little fucked. Hopefully whoever doesn’t want to tear out his spooky teeth.

“Daniel Fenton?”. Danny stands up and the lady waves him over, “we’re ready for you, second room on the left. Dr. Lewis will be in to see you in a moment”. Yeah Danny is so totally fucked, here’s hoping this guy is cool with Danny’s whacky mouth.

Danny being stuck sitting on an uncomfortable chair with a blue bib clipped around has neck and just waiting absolutely doesn’t help his nerves. Sure, once his fangs were fully grown in he’d be able to retract them back up into their pockets so they’d just look like normal length oddly thick teeth. Right now he’s stuck with them all poking down further than the rest of his teeth, any urge or attempt to retract them just made his mouth/face sore. Besides, the dentist guy would have to take pictures of his teeth which the pockets would probably show up on; meaning even if he could retract them it wouldn’t have mattered.

Danny jerks a little when the doctor/dentist guy comes in, “so I hear you managed to split a wisdom tooth?”. Danny chuckling very awkwardly back, “it feels like I shoved a bomb in it and blew it up”. That gets some laughs at least.

Dr. Lewis snaps on his gloves, grabs a little light and tiny mirror, and sits down on the stool, “alright let’s have a look in there, I’ll take some X-rays as well but there’s nothing like getting a look with your own eyes”, and grins a little.

Danny grimaces and winces before just opening his mouth and giving a very awkward, “heh”, when the dentist blinks.

The dentists blinks again, puts down the tools on the little metal tray, and just sticks his fingers in Danny’s mouth; rubbing a fang and wiggling it slightly making Danny wince; stupid inflamed fresh teeth. “I’ve had people come in wearing fake fangs before but that’s not the case with you, neat. They are a little inflamed though”, he grabs the tiny mirror and light, looking around them, “I’m going to touch your gums a bit, alright?”.

Danny can’t really say no can he, “I ‘ean, I’d -ater you ‘i’n’t. They’re ought really hhe ‘roblen”. He knew what was up with his fangs, they weren’t causing him issues. He’s here for his fucking wisdom tooth goddamnit.

The dentists pokes at his teeth anyways, which just makes Danny want to wince a little. The guy mumbling, “odd”, before shrugging, “well all the more reason for an X-ray”, then after a couple more seconds and the guy poking around further back, “oh yeah that’s split, it looks like the force of your teeth shifting caused it so I’m a bit surprised the others are fine”, the dentist pulls back, “that’s definitely going to have to come out”, snapping off the gloves and putting on another pair, “I’d wager to say any other wisdom teeth you have will also have to come out”, getting the little metallic paper stuff and shoving them in his mouth somewhat gently, “you’re seventeen right? Normally teeth problems like this show up a lot sooner. Lucky me”.

Danny just kind of glances around awkwardly while he closes his mouth and the dentists starts moving the big ass thing around to do the X-ray picture thing. The dentist smirks at him a little, “you have a guess as to why, I’m guessing”. Okay fine Danny snickers a little at that.

The dentist nods, “okay you’re good”, pulling the metal paper stuff out of his mouth, sitting the seat more upright. “So?”.

Danny opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, trying to get the weird feeling out of his mouth. Clearing his throat and eyeing the dentist, he’s got to give the guy something right? “Well, I’ve got a kinda unique ecto-contamination”, shrugging a bit, “ghosts usually get fangs and stuff when they’re fully stabilised or ‘mature’, and I’m almost an adult”.

The dentist blinks, “so ectoplasmically enhanced ghost teeth?”.

“Um, yeah? I think?”. Oh please let this guy just take the answer for what it was, fucking Ancients.

Dr. Lewis hums and taps his chin a bit, “impressively odd, congrats on being the first case of actual fangs that have sat down in my chair. It’s one for the books”, and he walks over to the little light thing on the wall that X-rays get put on in all those tv shows, except Danny’s a dumbass and it’s just a fucking screen monitor but it does still light up to show his X-rays… and yeah the fang pockets are very noticeable. Heh, shit. Also though, his one wisdom tooth is legit fully split, another seems to be turning sideways and is borderline jabbing into his jaw bone. He only has one upper wisdom tooth at least, and that one looked just fine.

Mr dentist was definitely more interested in the pockets though, like of course, that was arguably way weirder than two fucked up wisdom teeth. “Huh, there even looks to maybe be attachment for muscles. Retractable teeth? You are one weird kid”.

Danny snorts, wincing slightly, “I’m pretty sure that’s wildly unprofessional to say”. The dentist actually waves Danny off over his shoulder, still staring at the X-rays. Jerk.

Eventually the guy turns back around with a chuckle, “your like a little vampire”, and makes fang motions with his fingers by his mouth, walking over to the door way, “those wisdom teeth have to come out though, definitely. All your other strong teeth that your mouth has accepted are all just beating the poor things up. I’ll get some numbing injections for you and we’ll get those naughty teeth out right away”; and leaves, the door shutting with a click quietly.

Danny’s pretty sure this is supposed to just be a consultation and then he’d set up the actually teeth removal thing for, like, a few days later or something. Is this guy just speeding by that because he wants to stare at Danny’s teeth? The fuck? Sure weird things were interesting things, but come on. Though maybe… maybe this guy would be willing to maybe not report him to the G.I.W. if they ever came asking about him.

“I’m telling you, strangest teeth I’ve ever seen”.

“Oh it can’t be that bad”.

“Britney, they’re retractable fangs. If we had an Anesthesiologists I’d almost be tempted to knock him out and take ‘em”,

Annnnnd suddenly Danny is a lot less okay with this dentist dude. In fact, he thinks he should probably leave and not return. Fucking teeth thief over here wanting to shove his hands around in his mouth and take his teeth home. No ghost in their right mind, or Vlad for that matter, would let him live down getting his fucking adult ghost teeth stolen before they even fully grew in! Too bad his leaving plan gets botched by the dentists coming back in, Danny giving him some seriously suspicious side-eye.

The dentist holds up the numbing needles, “you’re about to get hooked up with the good stuff, and then we’ll get those teeth sorted out”.

Danny eyes the needle, “the knock me out kind of good or the never feel a thing kind of good?”; if it’s the former Danny is gone. He ain’t here for no tooth fairy bullshit.

The dentist shrugs, “the latter, we don’t have the sort of staff here for the really strong stuff”.

Oh thank everything, Danny forces himself to relax a bit and lets the guy jab him in the mouth with a big ass needle. Why the fuck do needles have to hurt so damn much? Like really, it should not hurt more than getting decapitated but yet somehow it does. The dentists chuckles at his wincing. “Now I’m just going to make an incision into the gum tissue over the tooth, seprate the tissue connecting the tooth to your bone, and out it’ll come just like that. Yo-yo might need stitches but I’ll try to avoid that”.

That’s… a little more invasive than Danny was expecting. “Uh, then don’t worry about slightly green blood?”.

The dentist quirks an eyebrow, “the ectoplasm?”. Danny just nods. The guy shrugs, grabbing a scalpel and just going at Danny’s mouth after securing said mouth open with a mildly horrifying metal device. Once scalpel got to gums though, Danny was instantly acutely reminded of one little problem… painkillers and whatnot did jack fuck all for Danny’s ghostly physiology. Meaning his entire face scrunches up and he glares murderously at the ceiling. Dr. Lewis eyeing him, “are you in pain?”, he stops, puts down the scalpel to eye the needle he’d given Danny, “well I didn’t give him the wrong thing”.

Danny is starting to have some serious doubts about how real of a doctor this guy was, he sure hopes the guy knows what the hell he injected Danny with! Danny speaks up very careful, very much aware of the healing cut in his damn mouth, “I might have forgotten painkillers don’t work on me. Heh”. This is gonna suck so much now. Fuck.

The dentist fucking laughs, “your body hates you”, shrugs and picks up the scalpel again, “well, try not tense up too much, would hate to knick the wrong thing or stab the roof your mouth with a chunk of tooth”. Was this guy trying to make Danny nervous or something? Either way Danny’s now stuck gripping the chair and glaring at the ceiling, occasionally getting a sucking drain tube thing jabbed in his mouth to suck up all the saliva and blood and ectoplasm. The fucking dentist is goddamn humming merrily. How does this guy have a doctors license and where can Danny go to revoke it.

Then with a good crack and pop, out comes two chunks of teeth and the entire chair/Danny jerks, there was a weird sucking sensation where the tooth used to be and Danny is weirdly happy to not have the tooth anymore. It kind of felt like an aggressively unwelcome foreign object had just been removed. Huh. Guess his body was more bothered by the tooth than he realised.

The dentist inspects the tooth in his palm, whistling, “your mouth really did a number to this poor tooth, I’m a little impressed actually”. While Danny moves his jaw around as much as he can to work out that weird sucking sensation, easily feeling his healing kicking in to close the wound… and his fucking teeth shifting on that side. The dentist’s eyes widening, muttering, “your mouth needs an exorcist. Teeth should not do that”. Danny just glares at the man, “fuhg yu”.

“Well that’s just mean”, the dentists shrugs, changes out his gloves after putting the tooth on a tray, “but I guess I am putting your mouth through the ringer, and there’s still two more to go even if only one is misbehaving”. Danny would like very much not be here right now. Dr. Lewis goes back into Danny’s mouth, scalpel in hand, “now this one is a sideways boy, so I’ll probably half to break it apart to get it out without cutting your bones up”. Well with the amount of times Danny’s broken his jaw that might actually feel better, not that he can really tell this guy since Danny’s already stuck squeezing the chair with a scalpel in his gums. The splitting tool drill is fucking loud and he hates it a little; and this time the tooth comes out piece by piece, plinking loudly in the metal tray. Danny absolutely hears the extremely quiet, “I’m a little collector man”, comment the dentist makes while looking at the teeth bits in the tray. Is this guy actually a doctor… or just some guy they picked up off the street that really likes teeth.

Danny’s still staring at the ‘dentist’ with furrowed brows when the guy turns back around, “alright, just one more to go and you can get outta here”, winking, “with a free tooth brush and some floss of course”.

“Uuuuhhhh”. Thanks to the contraption around his mouth he can’t exactly do anything and he’d look silly as fuck trying to flee -which like where would he even go? The guys technically doing ‘his job’- with the thing.

The ‘dentist’ rolls his eyes, “now now, if you make too much noise you might just get choked”. The fuck. The guy continues, “it’s very hard to swallow saliva with your mouth open”. Okay the guy could not have phased that any fucking weirder. “So your last one is still under the gums some what so it’s going to take a bit more doing to cut it out”. ‘Dr’. Lewis turns to grab his scalpel with a humanly inaudible, “time for the pain train”, before turning back around and leaning into Danny’s mouth.

This… this guy is fucking insane. Like, actually insane. Danny wants to leave. Oh god. And then he’s jerking and clutching the chair all over again because fucking hell cutting gums hurts like a son of a bitch. And then someone shoves the door open, “Jeff, what the Hell are you doing?”, it’s some other dude in a white coat… who looks fucking identical to the ‘dentist’.

Alright, Danny’s been involved in some weird situations but this is looking like some identical twins impersonation type bullshit, which was actually a new one for him. Danny still has a fucking scalpel to his gums! This is the worst kind of compromising position… but also the most normal for him.

“Put the scalpel down, Jeff”.

‘Jeff’ side-eyes Danny with ‘but I don’t wanna’ look, Danny quirking a ‘fucking seriously’ eyebrow. ‘Jeff’ moves around the chair to avoid the other dentist-looking guy who’s maybe his twin, keeping hand and scalpel in Danny’s mouth; so Danny fucking bites his hand/fingers and then punches him in the throat. The ‘dentist’ falls to the ground, yelping, and cuts Danny’s tongue open with the scalpel. Danny sitting up and gesturing at the new guy, “ahahheggrheahgag! Gehaggega”, and gestures angrily at the dude on the ground.

The new guy raises his eyebrows, laughs a little, and then seems to realises that Danny’s basically drooling blood and ‘his brother’ is on the ground hacking. “Brittney! Jeff did it again! But with a Fenton!”.

The desk lady comes running, “oh my god I’m so sorry! He had your badge and codes and everything”.

“Yeah I figured”.

She still cringes while impressively wrestling Jeff out. The new guy sighing and putting gauze against Danny’s tongue, “well, I hope you had plans to get your tongue split? Please don’t sue, obviously your entire procedure is free”. Danny would fucking hope so at this point, goddamn. Danny just glares. The actual dentist (or Danny hopes at least) winces a little, “think you can lay back so I can look at the damage? That idiot doesn’t have a license but he’s a bit obsessed so he actually does know how to this stuff”.

“Fuhg ‘in”.

The new guy nods while gently moving Danny’s chin around and shining a light in Danny’s mouth, him humming. “Well outside of him not stitching you up, but considering your medical history I don’t think you should actually need them and it doesn’t look like you do; nice fangs by the way, the contamination right?”. Danny nods slightly, fuck right basically everyone knew about that so in retrospect the ‘dentist’ should have already too. He’s a fucking dumbass. “Well for what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now. So I wouldn’t worry about your teeth, outside of definitely removing that last wisdom tooth”. Well at least it sounded like the psycho didn’t totally fuck up.

The actual dentists leans back, grabbing a clean scalpel before pausing and eyeing Danny, “do you want to keep the tongue split? You’ll probably heal it shut unless I put some gauze around the two halves”. Danny nods immediately because he might as well get something cool out of this that’ll infuriate Jazz and totally shock a bunch of people. The dentists does as he’s sorta told, wrapping gauze around the halves of tongue, chuckling a little. “You alright with me removing that last tooth?”. Danny nods again. “I’m glad you’re a Fenton”. To be fair, the guy had a point, most people would probably be saying fuck no and running for the hills now.

So now Danny’s stuck clutching the stupid chain getting his gums cut the fuck up, it’s less painful though so clearly this guy was better at this shit. “Your gums are a lot smoother than normal, but I think this will make it easier”. The tooth comes out a lot faster that his second wisdom tooth had and in three large chunks. The dentists stepping back and grabbing the sutures, “I am giving you stitches, needed or not. You just stay put, no bathroom breaks”. Oh Ancients even his dentists fucking knows about that. Either way Danny gets stitches in his gums, which is actually more painful than getting them in his arms or legs, bottom of the feet was way worse at least.

Eventually actual Dr. Lewis removes the metal thing holding Danny’s mouth open and steps back, snapping off the gloves, “I’d leave the gauze on for a bit if you want to keep that tongue, otherwise you’re done. I am very sorry about my brother”.

Danny opens and closes his mouth a few times to get the kinks out and stretching a bit, rubbing at his one cheek on the side where the split tooth was, “so ‘ong as tha’ whacko in’t seal my teeh”. The dentists holds up the try, “I’ll just bag them for you”, eyeing the tray, “they’d have to go in biohazards anyways”.

Danny gets his bag off teeth, meaning crazy guy can’t, like, comeback and steal them or something. How does this shit always happen to him?

Dr. Lewis looks over the X-rays that are still lit up on the screen, tapping his chin, “if you weren’t a Fenton, I would be extremely concerned and send you for observation or to an oral surgeon”.

Danny blushes, “my oher teeh ar ‘ine. Jus’ adulch ghos’ teeh from echo”. The dentist nods, “I figured, this mess would be a dream to him”.

Danny blinks, “am I ‘onna ‘ave to ge’ a res’rainin’ orer?”.

“That’s probably a good idea. He’s pretty crazy”, looking back at Danny, “though you might be rather used to crazy”. Danny chuckles at that and nods. “Well this kind of crazy earned you free dental work, and considering how expensive it is…”. Danny’s family was fair well off, borderline rich if it wasn’t for the sheer amount his parents had to spend on parts, tools, whatnot, and electricity. Still, free was free.

Dr. Lewis opens up the drawer and gets out the little freebies, “you can pick a toy if you want”. Danny absolutely grabs a fucking slink. The dentists chuckles, “taking the cream of the crop I see”, smiling to himself, “now I personally would like it if you came back after your fangs have grown in and aren’t inflamed anymore. Hard to say if they’ll cause any other issues in your mouth, and it’s good to make sure things are settling well”.

Well… this guy kinda owes Danny a solid here and he’d really rather not have his folks poking around in his mouth for so many reasons. So Danny shrugs, “‘ure I guess”.

The dentists claps him on the shoulder, “good man”, and sends Danny on his way.

Danny absolutely showed Jazz his new split tongue as soon as she got back for the holidays, she was very mad but also impressed that it actually stayed split. That of course was followed up with a ‘only you would get dentistry from a dentists identical twin with a tooth fetish’.

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Danny did actually go back, thing is he went back with more than just eight grown in retractable fangs; for whatever fucking reason his body thought he needed an entire set of retractable shredder teeth that he could extend down over his regular teeth or hide entirely up in his gums. No one should have that many fucking teeth, it’s definitely thanks to his bodies more mouldable state that the exzessive teeth didn’t mess up the shape of his face.

As soon as the dentist walked in, Danny points at him, “you the right one or the crazy one?”; granted Danny could already tell it was the right guy based off of scent.

Dr. Lewis shows off his license, a real one, “Jeff is in jail actually, tax fraud of all things”. Danny can’t help but chuckle at that as the guy comes over. “Alright, let’s see those teeth, any pain or issues?”.

“Technically no, general weirdness isn’t technically an issue”, and Danny dutifully opens his mouth, and when the guy is definitely looking Danny extends his fangs and then the shredder teeth. The dentist jerks, purses his lips, and blows out air a little.

Dr. Lewis instantly grabbing those x Ray silver metal paper things, meaning Danny’s soon biting down on them with his shedders retracted enough to not, you know, shred the paper and getting another X-ray. The dentist shaking his head, “you Fenton’s are just full of surprises”. Soon both of them are staring at the x rays, seemed like the shredders were going up into this squishy ectoplasm cavity around his regular teeth, hence the not fucked up facial features. Oh and no more inflammation in his fangs pockets. “Well, there doesn’t look to be any actual issues”, turning to Danny, “you want a mould done? Three moulds, for each kind of set. Standard, fangs, the sharp ones”.

“Shredders”, Danny corrects before shrugging, “and sure”.

The dentists loads up the moulds and now Danny’s stuck sitting in a chair waiting for moulds to set; it tastes fruity. But eventually the dentist nods at the collection, “good, you can come back to pick up the finished moulds or we could mail them?”.

The response is immediate from Danny, “I’ll pick them up”. He’d rather his parents not see that.

Dr. Lewis nods, “alright, now how are you brushing?”.

… Danny looks around very awkwardly. The dentists levels him with a glare, “alright, over to the mirror, I’m at least going to ensure you know how to brush this nightmare”. Danny grumbles but obliges, sitting over a sink with a dentist staring at his mouth, “just brush your teeth normally for me”.

Danny does that.

“You’re so aggressive about it you must go through a lot of toothbrushes”.

Danny just glares before spitting into the sink, “happy?”.

Then the dentists raises an eyebrow, “and the… shredders?”. Danny rolls his eyes but extends them out and brushes again… of course he can’t actually brush the back of them since they went right over his other normal fucking teeth. Dr. Lewis nodding to himself, “that’s what I thought”, turning around and grabbing this weird L shaped brush stick thing, “we usually use these for braces but you should be able to get in-between your two sets with it”, and hands it over to Danny.

Fucking dentist being a fucking dentist. Danny brushes his teeth for the third fucking time, sticking the stick thing in-between the teeth sets is super weird. But it does feel like he cleaned stuff off of them so maybe the guy had a point. Dr. Lewis nods curtly, “good, just try to brush fully everyone once and a while. That’s called a interdental brush, you can buy more pretty much anywhere”.

Danny nods, “yeah stuff gets wrecked pretty often at home”. The dentist gives him a ‘no fucking shit’ look. Danny gets up fully, walking to the door, “well I guess I’ll be coming back for those moulds, are you charging me for this shit?”.

“Not a chance”.

To be fair, Danny probably could get the place shut down, there was definitely more people Jeff had fucked with. That and having to file paperwork for ‘kid with sixty-four teeth, half retractable, and fangs’ would be a pain in the ass and might even make ‘higher ups’ demand Dr. Lewis gets a mental evaluation. So Danny smirks, “that’s probably the smart decision”. The dentists just waves him off as Danny turns to leave.

It doesn’t take long for Danny to get his moulds, and they’re actually really neat looking. The fangs were thicker than he’d really thought but not actually as noticeable as he thought outside of them being long anyways. The shredders set looked way more frightening and creepy than Danny realised his teeth looked though. And a quick talk with Sam and Tuck confirmed that yeah, they really were that animalistic and intimidating; especially when he’d bare them in that snarling kind of way. Eh fuck it, intimidating was good for fights and he could always bite a motherfucker if need be.

End

Prompts: Danny has to get his wisdom teeth removed. and Due to his ghostly biology, painkillers don’t work on Danny. Somehow, he didn’t think this fact was worth mentioning.

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