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mrwavellswaps · 2 months

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Wavell’s Curiosity (Poll 4)

Currently working on a new story for you all to enjoy but in the meantime I thought I’d post another fun poll to get your thoughts on. Feel free to leave comments explaining your choice!

1) If you chose to steal his clothes then you will be able to transform into him whenever you like. You can steal multiple articles of clothing but you won’t need to be wearing all of them to transform. As long as you are just wearing one, you’ll become him. For example if you steal his shorts, sneakers and socks, you’d only need to wear the socks the transform into him. Same goes for the sneakers or shorts. As long as you’re wearing at least one article of the stolen clothes, you can wear anything else you want and you’ll still become him. But as soon as you take it all off you’ll return to normal. Perfect for someone who just wants to have fun as a gym hunk once in awhile without disturbing their own life too much.

2) Possession is self explanatory for the most part. It can be either physically pushing your body inside his or doing so as a ghost/spirit of sorts. He might fight back a little and there may be some mild convulsions as you take over so best not to do this in a public space. Unless that’s your thing of course. Once complete you’ll have full control of his actual body for as long as you like. He’ll still be conscious throughout this and may try to protest but ultimately he’ll be powerless to stop you from having your way with his body and accessing his memories if need be. Only a passenger until you decide to leave. If you do at all.

3) Whether it be via a pill slipped into his protein shake or an injection you’ve stuck him with when he least expects it, turning him into a bodysuit is permanent. No take backs. That in mind you’ll have one of two choices. One, you hide his body suit and only wear it in private or sparingly if you are to go out any time soon. After all people will be looking for him after suddenly disappearing and if they see you wearing him out and about there’s no doubt going to be a storm of questions coming your way. Best to be careful. Unless of course you choose option two. As soon as you turn him into a bodysuit, slip inside him right away. Make sure you’re comfortably slotted in before permanently sealing up the suit and prepare to say goodbye to your old life. I’m unsure if sealing up a bodysuit will allow you access to the memories it once had so I guess you’d have to find out yourself.

4) Switch bodies via a kiss. It’s as simple as it sounds. You’ll use some kind of spell to enchant your lips making it so whomever you kiss next will be forced to switch with you. All you have to do is sneak up to him in the gym locker room or something and when he least expects it, smash your lips against his. He might try to pull away but he won’t be able to and before you know it you’ll feel dizzy for a moment and next thing you know you’ll be standing in his hunky body! He’ll of course be in yours and probably freaking the fuck out as your check out your new body. If I were you, I’d trick him into telling you everything about his life with the promise that you’ll switch back in a week or so if he does. Of course he doesn’t need to know that it’s actually a one time only kind of deal hahah.

5) A potion that’ll that transform you into across multiple days is also very self explanatory. Though for this you’ll need some of his DNA for the potion. This could be something as simple as some of his hair or maybe some sweat from a stolen tank top. Or if you’re feeling really risky you try breaking into his house and finding a cum sample. Maybe a crusty sock or shirt he’s jizzed onto or if you’re lucky perhaps even a discarded condom he’s recently used. Whatever you find, as soon as add it to the potion you’ll be ready to go. Just toss it back and be patient. You might not feel anything at first but as the days go by you’ll start to notice changes. If you’re someone with a bit more fat on their frame, you might start to notice yourself trimming down and vice versa if you’re rather skinny you might notice yourself beginning to look and feel a little bigger. Your skin tone will gradually change. Your facial features will slowly rearrange. Your muscles will steadily grow and shape themselves. Every last detail of your body slowly but surely changing until after about a week you’ll have become him completely. Its also worth noting that he’ll be experiencing the opposite as he gradually transforms into you. It’s likely you’ll also gain some of his memories during this process but not all so you’ll have to do some research to find out everything you can.

6) The next one is for my folks who love a little bit of intimate stuff. Being able to possess him clothing. It’s as simple as it sounds. You’ll have to ability to possess any article or his clothing you like. His shirts and tank tops. His pants and shorts. His socks and sneakers. Even his underwear! You can possess it all. And whenever he puts something on that you’re possessing, you can immediately take control of his body any transferring your mind into him. However this is optional. If you wish to remain as say his tank top for example as he works out, even after he puts you on, then you can! But when you do decide to take over he’ll have no memory of being controlled and will believe everything you did while in his body was his choice. The only drawback to this however is that you’ll never be able to return to normal. You’re forever going to be stuck as either this stud’s clothes or inside him body. But if you chose this option then I assume you’d be okay with that.

7) Head swapping. Such a rare thing to see yet so intriguing. It’s like a niche form of pseudo bodyswapping. Instead of fully switching bodies with another person you are simply removing your head and placing it on top of another body. This would of course mean you’d still have the same face you’re used to seeing in the mirror every day, only now you’d have the body of meathead from the neck down. It might look a little strange at first but your head will slowly adapt to the new body it’s been matched with. The skin tone of your head will quickly begin to match that of your new body and your facial features may change ever so slightly to vaguely resemble the hunk who’s body you now have but not too much. Perhaps just things like your beard growing more like his or your eyes changing colour. But other than that your head will remain more or less the same. However this method is know to sometimes cause minor disconnects between your mind and your new body. For example you may find one of your limbs moving seemingly on their own due to some kind of phantom muscle memory from time to time. Or you may find yourself absentmindedly slipping your hand into your shorts to cradle your cock and balls if that’s something this stud body was used to doing. On that note, sleepwalking is also a common side effect.

8) Now this one is for those body swapping enthusiasts who just love a good ol swapping machine! Something huge and chunky that was probably made in a lab by a mad scientist obsessed with stealing the perfect body. It’ll do the trick alright. But the hard part is gonna be getting him hooked up to the machine. Chances are he’d not just gonna walk up and do it so you’ll have to figure that out. Best bet will be finding some way to lure him back to your place, spike his drink and drag his unconscious body down to the machine. Put that chunky metal helmet on his head before putting one on yourself and as soon as he wakes up, flip that switch! The machine will blare to life and before you know it your consciousness is being transferred out via the helmet, through the machine, and stuffed into that hot jock body. Then you’ll be able to toss that helmet off your new hunky body and if you’ve gone through all this effort to steal it, I have no doubt you’ll end up breaking the machine as soon as possible to ensure there’s no going back.

Can’t wait to see the results of this one! 😈

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kairukitsuneo · 8 months

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Go Go GO VOTE at here !!!!!!! (1 day left) Will Megop win or will KOBD/Dratchet catching up? (I imagine the ship war is like a three-legged race :3c) Edit: The poll has ended. Continuation here!

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can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture · 19 days

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Assume they have access to ikea furniture

#rodimus #hot rod #transformers #transformers idw #tf idw #polls #fandom polls #ikea

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let-them-fight · 5 months

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ALL TF2 MERCENARIES vs EVERY SINGLE MINION

#let them fight #tumblr #tournament #tumblr tournament #tournament poll #poll #tf2 #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #tf #valve #minions #the minions

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fredwkong · 9 months

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1000: Prologue

Eric’s always been pretty ordinary. He’s a pretty skinny guy, relatively short, with cute features, floppy brown hair, and a beard. He grew up in a quiet suburb outside of Cincinnati, went to a pretty okay school, and headed off to the local college with a bunch of his classmates. He’d hoped that college would be where he could blossom, come out, and be himself, but instead it’s been more of the same closeted life. He keeps his head down and tries to stay out of the way of all the big guys at school.

It’s the start of summer, early June, and Eric and some of his friends go to Philadelphia for a concert. During the day, Eric roams the city and walks into a thrift shop on the side of the street. It’s one of those stores that feels bigger on the inside, a maze of infinite narrow aisles full of knickknacks, baubles, and the occasional treasure. For a while, Eric explores the store, and finally finds himself in front of a table holding only one item.

It’s a large box, a big square like you might keep a card collection in, but when Eric tries to open it, the lid won’t budge. Instead, moving the box reveals a sheet of yellowing paper on the table underneath it. Eric picks it up.

Congratulations, Eric. It reads. You are the recipient of the 1000 cards. Each week, you will draw three cards and choose one. This card will define how you change in the week that follows. Choose wisely.

Eric looks around, wondering if there are any cameras monitoring him, but the store is deserted. Holding the box, he goes to the front desk to ask about it, but the clerk claims never to have seen it. Eric gives her $5 anyway and heads home with the box.

For the rest of the trip, he thinks about it, wonders what the message could have possibly meant. He wonders if he should ask some of his friends, but he’s not actually that close with any of them, and anyway the 1000 cards seem like something that should be kept secret. Every night, he tries again to open the deck, but finds it still resistant. He even tries to open it with scissors and a knife, but the lid seems impermeable.

The next Saturday night, Eric’s pretty much given up. “Look at me,” he laughs to himself. “It’s Saturday night in summer and I’m sitting in my dorm trying to open a damn box.” He goes and pours himself a bowl of late night cereal in his kitchenette.

When he comes back, the lid of the box is open. Inside are rows upon rows of cards, their faces hidden. Eric finds himself looking around again for hidden cameras, but all he feels is a tingle of potential in the air.

With shaking hands, Eric draws three cards. Their backs are covered in beautiful interlocking geometric patterns, while the faces have drawings on them, like an immense deck of tarot cards.

On the face of the first card is a peach. Well, it looks mostly like a peach. Something about the way the lines of the peach flow together with the tan background make it seem as if the card depicts a round, juicy ass. It looks like it would jiggle with the slightest motion, and looking at it makes Eric feel... hungry.

On the face of the second card is a banana. Something about the way it’s drawn makes it look huge and tantalizing, and Eric’s mouth starts to water. It’s almost perfectly straight and thick, jutting proudly forth from the card. Right at the base of the banana, which is pointing up, it’s been peeled slightly open, and what looks like a drop of glaze or icing sits right on the point of the flesh.

On the face of the third card is a fruit that Eric’s only seen a few times. It’s small, egg-shaped, and covered in hairlike strands. A rambutan, Eric remembers. The hairs don’t just seem to cover the fruit in the art, though, but spread, thick and dark, all over everything on the card. They’re so long and curly, and somehow they look just a little damp, like water’s getting trapped in them.

Holding the cards in his hand, Eric looks up to see the clock. It’s 11:59, almost midnight. Somehow, he senses that he only has a moment to choose what card to take.

Or vote here on Strawpoll: https://strawpoll.com/NoZr3olBXy3

See Eric's whole journey with the 1000 cards here.

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scholastic-dragon · 8 months

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I think this is the third post I promised in the poll lmao, I've been all over the place recently. Yall better get ready though cause I'm planning something big for my birthday in two weeks. 🫢

Also my dumbass did not proofread so if anything is off I am sorry

Wanna Ride?

Mirage x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, no protection cause he's a car, using a vibrator, mirage is babygirl and I love him, PRAISE, spelling mistakes,

Slipping on your thin sweatshirt, you giggle to yourself as you grab your keys and head out of your apartment.

Rushing down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator, you jog out to the back parking lot where you see a gray and blue striped Porsche waiting in your spot.

Hearing the big metal door close behind you, Mirage honks at you, revving his engine and opening the passenger side door for you. You skip happily and slide into the car, the seat warm against your practically bare thighs.

"Hi, baby, I missed you," You laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. Mirage revs the engine again, his voice coming out of the radio.

"Not as much as I missed you," He pulled your seat belt on and pulled out of the parking lot, taking you deep into the quiet dark that was New York.

"So, what're we doing tonight? Your message was quite vague," You tease, watching the lights flash by, you loved late night drives.

"Well, Prime said I had patrol tonight so obviously I invited you along,"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, leaning back in the chair and crossing your legs. "Of course, you'd do that, even though last time-"

"What was that?" He interrupts, his driving not slowing down or faltering.

You squint your eyes, looking out the windows, hoping something wasn't about to fall out of the sky towards you. "What was what?"

"Your dress," He states, you bite your lip, hands gripping the edges of your sundress, trying to hide your blush.

"It's...just an outfit," You smooth out the fabric against your thighs, folding your hands in your lap, looking out the window, hoping he wouldn't mention how red your face was.

"hmm," He hums, then cranks up the AC blowing cold air on you, making your skirt flip up, exposing your lower half.

"Mirage!"

He gasped, making your blush crawl down your neck. "You're not wearing underwear!" He laughed, the sound reverberating through the leather seats. "You dirty girl, you wanna get laid,"

"I didn't think you'd be on a mission from Optimus! I thought it was just gonna be a fun drive," You try to fight the blush and heat racing through your body but you can't.

"We can still have a fun ride," He speaks quietly, still driving down the dark streets. "Show me,"

You gawk, stuttering, feeling your hands start to shake. Biting your lip, your hands travel down your thighs, taking the edge of your dress and pulling it up to your waist. You roll your hips forward, readjusting to present yourself to him.

It felt so daring to do this, but with the rising threat to the Autobots, Mirage had his windows tinted. Thankfully, even though you were still on a main road with other cars, no one could see how far down you were slouched in your seat.

"Shit, baby, you shaved for me?" You loved how he always made you laugh, it helped lighten the mood and ease any tension you had, in all situations with him, not just sexual.

"We haven't seen each other in a few weeks, I wanted to surprise you," You mumble.

"Oh, I'm surprised alright," the glove box pops open, showing a small cardboard box and a few loose papers. "Open the box, baby,"

Leaning forward, you pull out the little box, flicking open the lid and feeling yourself get even redder.

Your vibrator sat wrapped in tissues. Taking it out, you slam the glove box shut, making him groan then laugh.

"I was looking everywhere for this!"

"Well, now you have it...why don't you show me how much you missed me?" He revs the engine, making your seat vibrate against your legs.

You smile, spreading your legs and setting the toy against your slit. Rubbing it up and down to coat the silicone tip before pressing it to your clit and turning it on.

You gasped, biting your lip to keep your noises down, gripping the seats with your other hand. Your nails digging into the leather and making Mirage groan softly.

"That's it, baby, just like that," He praised, taking a left down a side road that didn't have nearly as much traffic.

His praise and compliments always made you feel so incredibly sexy. You knew even though you couldn't see his eyes that he was watching you. It was such a strange and surreal feeling: one that was truly addicting.

Feeling yourself grow wetter and more turned on, you slipped the toy down your folds and to your entrance, feeling it pulse beneath the toy.

"Shit, baby," He swore, sounding winded.

"You like the view?" You tease, gaining a bit of confidence.

"I can feel you leaking against the seats," peering down, you see a small puddle forming between your thighs. Fuck that's hot.

"I feel like I should apologize,"

"Don't you dare," He speeds up, turning down another few winding roads, you had no idea where he was going.

You pushed the toy in about an inch inside you, mewling softly, rotating your hips on the seat. "I wish you were touching me," You sigh.

"As you wish," the glove box whirs softly, then from under the door, you see Mirage's arm emerge, his cools finger stracing your knee.

You gasp, laughing softly. "I didn't know you could do that,"

"It's a bit of a twist, but damn is it worth it," He says breathlessly. His fingers are cold and soft, the metal tickling your skin as he drags them up the inside of your legs.

Putting his hand over yours, his palm engulfing your hand and toy easily, he shuts it off and places it in the cup holder.

With his knuckle, he rubs it up and down your folds, making you moan softly, both hands gripping his seats.

"Fuck, you're soaked," He moans, his thumb pressing and rubbing small quick circles on your clit.

Taking his middle finger, he runs in down your folds before pressing it at your weeping entrance. Pushing in at a slow pace to not overwhelm you.

One of his fingers was as thick as two of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling sweat form at your temple and shoulders.

You lean forward, taking off your sweatshirt and pulling the top of your dress down, pulling your sleeves to the side to expose your blue bra.

"You like the color?" You run a hand over the lace, teasing your nipple through the fabric.

"That's my blue," He whispers in a daze.

To get back at you, he starts moving his finger, a strong even pace that has you clawing at the seat and door, trying to not scream out in the open road.

"Fuck, Mirage," You can hear the wet squelch as his finger moves in and out of your core, it's turning you on even more.

"You like this, baby?" You nod, moaning and panting. "You're doing so well, you want another one?"

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'd like another finger in me," You're too close to cumming to care how desperate you sound.

Pulling his finger out almost all the way, he lines up his ring finger, pushing against your slit and letting your wetness drip down onto his fingers. Then he pushed forward, being slow and careful, but still making sure it felt good.

When you hissed in pain at the second knuckle, his thumb pressed and rubbed your clit. You threw your head back, feeling your stomach tighten, a band pulling in your core.

"Please, Mirage," You moan.

"Please what, baby?" He pulls out onto a dirt road, going along a quiet neighborhood.

"Please let me come," You beg.

"Oh. You're gonna cum?" He teases, moving his fingers and clit in a maddening rhythm. "You gonna cum all over my seats? Squirt and stain the leather?"

Fuck, you loved it when he talked like this. You moaned loudly, feeling the band grow taught, his fingers squelched as he finger-fucked you hard.

He curled his fingers, pressing them against your g-spot and pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing harshly.

"Mirage!" You scream, feeling the band snap and your vision go black. Sound faded out, nothing mattered except the amazing feeling of cumming around his fingers.

Your back arches before setting against the leather, panting heavily. Opening your eyes, you see that he's stopped.

You're in a garage, you're not where but it looks abandoned, it was dim and dusty.

"You alright, baby?" He removed his fingers, rubbing the back of his hand against the expanse of your thighs.

"Yeah, that was just a big one," You laugh, unbuckling and opening the door. On shaking legs, you roll your shoulders hearing the classic mechanical whirring of Mirage transforming.

As you turn around, he's already coming at you. One hand cups the side of your face, and the other wraps around your waist, pulling you up and pushing you against his chest.

He kisses you hungrily, moaning and groaning into your mouth. Even with metallic lips, they were smooth and warm, not in a way you understood, but appreciated nonetheless.

He lifts your feet off the ground, swallows your gasp, and pushes you against a wide support pillar.

"Do you know who's garage this is?" You pant in between kisses.

"Nope," He smiles against your lips, moving down and nipping at your neck.

He doesn't have normal saliva, but his mouth does produce some spit like substance. It doesn't have a taste but leaves little tingles on your lips and skin.

"Mirage, I need you," You pant, your arms clawing down the smooth metal.

"Shit, hold on," He moans, his arms dropping your your waist, then suddenly he's on his knees and lifting your body up the pillar.

"Mirage!" You gasp, your hands holding onto his large metallic head.

He leans in, running his tongue along your folds, moaning loudly, his hands moving from your waist to under your thighs, keeping you fully supported above him.

You feel the strange layers of metal that make up his tongue, you don't have time to think about it more when you feel it pressing at your entrance.

He puts just the tip in, then licks up to your clit, giving it a little suck, then going back down, over and over again.

"Baby, baby," you pant, your hips rolling against his face. "I'm gonna cum," You whine.

He sucks your clit one last time, not hard enough for you to cum, then stands up, hauling you up and bending you over one of the old cars.

It had a thick layer of dust and looked like it hadn't been driven in decades.

Mirage pulls your dress up, keeping a hand on your lower back to keep you bent. You hear more shifting and whirring before feeling something hot and smooth rub against your thighs.

You moan, arching your back. He chuckles quietly from behind you. "You want this spike, baby?"

Oh, he must be just as desperate as you, he normally uses the "human" version of body parts as you called it. Spike was one that honestly fit.

He pumps himself, then slaps his tip against your folds, making you jump and squirm.

"Mirage, please," he eases himself inside, moaning loud as you. God, he's huge, in all sense of the word.

He pushes in until his cool hips are flush to yours, then leans over your shaking body. One hand gripping your hip and the other just above your head.

"Can....can I move?" He pants, you feel his legs shaking behind you.

"Yes, baby, fuck me,"

He pulls almost all the way out just to slam back in, strong hard snaps of his hips that have you moaning and crying in this random person's garage.

With your face pressed against the dirty car, you reach an arm up toward his hand. Your fingers curling around his, he lifts his hand and engulfs yours, squeezing firmly.

"F...frag," Mirage grits out, his hips moving faster. You'd laugh at the Cybertroian swear if you weren't on the verge of another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," You cry, lifting your hips up slightly. His fingers are digging into your hips, you can feel little pin pricks and know they'll be bruised in the morning.

"Yes, yes, please overload with me," He leans down, pressing his face into your neck, hips moving at an erratic fast pace. "Overload....with....me!" He slips his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing with the same pace as his thrusts.

You buck and moan and cum around him, feeling his hand grip yours tighter, feeling him fill you, his hips bucking into you deeply. He raises up on his tiptoes, curling in further around you, pumping until he was spent.

He sighs, stopping his hips and lowering back onto flat feet. He kisses and nips at your neck.

"You alright, baby?" He rubs his nose on your cheek.

"Yeah," You giggle. "Yeah, I'm alright,"

He straightens up, rubbing your hips and back in soothing circles. "Sorry, I didn't ask before overloading in you,"

"It's alright, baby, it's not like you can get me pregnant," You both laugh softly.

He pulls out and pulls the edge of your dress down, helping you stand on shaking legs. You stand on shaking legs, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, hands on his chest you lean up into a kiss.

"I love you, baby," You whisper.

"Love you, too," He mumbles against your lips, holding you close to his spark.

#HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA #i wrote this thing WEEEKS AGO #like when rotb first came out #but then he came in third in the poll lmao #transformers #transformers fanfiction #tf #transformers rise of the beasts #tf rotb #transformers rotb #mirage #tf mirage #tf rotb mirage #mirage rotb #mirage x reader #rotb mirage x reader #it is my works

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