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[meredithmcclaren]

...that's just part of the process sometimes.

...

Description: A four panel comic. Each panel is roughly the same.

Panel 1: I am leaning into my monitor screen, scribbling the final touches of a drawing. Text above reads '(A multi hour illustration.)'

Panel 2: I lean back. Text above reads '* Save *'

Panel 3: I pause, not moving at all.

Panel 4: Finally in the last panel I speak, declaring 'I hate it.'

[takes1]

Heyy can you pls write an Ushijima smut?? Plsss, also I love all your works🫶🏼🫶🏼

ushijima x reader escalated cockwarming

thanks pookie!! sorry this took a while, i wrote half of something else for him but that idea died so i had to start all the way over. also wanted to do a normal banner for him but i'm liking my new multi-panel banners a lot more. might do a full switch🤔

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / cold start / ushijima likes old movies / sweaty ushijima / dom!ushijima / calling you babygirl / doggy / lap sitting / use of vibrator / gentleman ushijima / reader making ushijima want a kid / breeding kink / 1.2k words

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"Shh," He smushes his lips against your ear, stealing a tingly kiss or two while he's there, "Can't hear the movie..."

It was loud and overwhelming, leaving you to squirm away at the sensation. But his giant arm kept you crushed back against his chest.

It's a Wonderful Life played on an intentionally low volume on the living room TV. Your His vibrator, torturing your sensitive little clit, was louder than the dull drone of their transatlantic voices.

You took a sharp breath in to let out a cry, but his palm intercepted the attempt.

Watching favorite movie, engaged in his favorite pastime, inside of his favorite girl- he gave an approving hum into a harsh nick to your shoulder and rolled his hips.

His cock stirred again and bulged against your g-spot. He was prepared this time for the flinch. He kept you still with laughable ease.

It wasn't so much about strict punishment or absolute reward when he had such a natural, domineering presence in the bedroom. It was trust that kept you from begging him to just fuck you. There was an understanding that he would take care of you, no matter what you level of play you engaged in, for however long.

You did what he told you with a smile, enjoying how he took all your worries away, how he could bear the weight of the world off of your shoulders with his touch, his attention.

The warmth of his arms around you, his hand covering your loud mouth, kept you docile for a time.

He always smelled so good after he came home. Tasted salty, like hard work, with a stimulating, natural musk to his skin that you couldn't get enough of.

"Whadd'yawant, babygirl?" He flexed inside you again, taking his palm to your throat, instead- a heavy sigh the only indication that it effected him, "Tell me."

Your thighs flexed on top of his larger, powerful ones- "Ahh-! To- watch the- movie?"

His chuckle, rare and genuine, made you smile.

Hell, you had been sitting on top of him for so long that the film was almost over. Your response, an unsure question at best, was silly.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and moved his hips real, real slow, "You sure?"

Another gasp. This time curling your weight forward, for him to resist against. He felt so good, if he could just keep this mellow movement for two minutes, you might cum-- you couldn't lie again.

"N-o."

He bottomed out, leaving you twitchy, a shudder on your uptake, "Please, Toshi, just fuck me-,"

You whimpered at his strengthening grip, his stalled breath at his own name, "I don't care how- I just- mmh- I want you."

Usually, he didn't tease you like that because he already knew what you wanted. Usually, he didn't come home so burnt out and touchy, placing you in his lap, pushing your panties to the side.

Usually, he wouldn't be so inspired as to get you on the cold, hardwood floor, to take you like you asked.

He let you have one hand for your vibrator, but made sure to keep your free wrist still, next to the side of your head.

"Such a good girl--," Was a strangled groan.

The lewd sound of him finally pounding you mixed with your overstimulated, grateful cries.

Sure, he had been purposefully edging you for the better half of a Christmas classic, but he wasn't exempt either. Staying mostly hard inside of you was difficult when he needed to take you all day- made more critical of a task as soon as he was home, melting at your scent, your touch.

"Mmh-ha-Ah-! Tosh-i-, I'm--," You sniffled, eyes burning.

He came to the sound of you screaming his name and clenching around his sore cock.

He didn't slow or soften. He kept your hips upright when your strength failed you, always your big, sweet gentleman.

Grumbly, and quiet, and uneven, was his voice as he finally stuttered to a stop, deep inside of you.

Wakatoshi wasn't very vocal, but his habits spoke for what he liked.

You were panting, still smushed against the floor, in the lesser waves of your orgasm, as he looked down and stared hard at all the cum he crammed inside of you. His brow twitched, but you couldn't see.

Your pussy was already letting some of it drip down your thighs, so despite the how sore he was, he stuffed himself balls deep with an overstimulated groan. The desire to do it was more of a biological trance.

"M-mmnh-!" Your body braced against the feeling.

He shushed you and weighed you down into a lazier prone-bone position. The floor was so cold you couldn't help but press back into him as much as you could.

It hurt him to move, but he didn't want to soften, didn't want to waste time not filling you up again.

"Augh-h, fu-ck," His pained vocalizations were hot and tingly across your shoulder, "So- so good, baby. F-uck..."

Knowing, more specifically hearing how good you felt was a big reason why you gave a spontaneous round two the chance it deserved.

His exhaustion from the day was seeping into everything.

The huffing, the groans, vibrated against your ear as he dropped like a box of concrete to his forearms, adding to a mixture of pain and pleasure he had slowly succumbed to.

"Ah-h, fu-c'-- your pussy feels so'good, h-mnn,"

"You- ahh- want more? Huh?"

Your face warmed at his sinful confessions. His sloppy thrusts, paired with his drunken, blunt stammer fucked you into a pleasant buzz all over again.

You were so full, but, yeah, you did want more.

His forearms hugged around your front, his chest pushed down onto you, and his hand cupped your throat again.

"Mmh--!" You went to say something, but his other hand was over your mouth- so all you could do was whine, maybe drool, against his palm.

He was breathy at how fast you could get him to the edge of his orgasm again, just by taking his cock like his perfect, pretty girl.

Why hadn't he bought you a ring yet?

"Oh-h, fuck--," He got rougher, faster, at the thought of you as his little housewife, a brief flash of your future together enough to clip him over.

Another groan, this time a little whinier, into your scalp as he fucked another load into your poor, throbbing cunt.

His breath had gotten so shaky, uneven, and he grew heavier on top of you.

You were completely gone, trembling and weak, hips sinking further from him.

Warm, gentle kisses and a softer, attentive touch flooded your senses, something to focus on, as you slowly came out of it.

That was one of the many things you loved about him. He took care of you quite well, especially after being so rough.

"You okay, babygirl?"

The first thing he made sure to do was pick up you off of the floor. He utilized a cute little bridal-style carry into the bathroom so that you could shower together.

"Mmmhm," Dreamy and soft, was all you could give him.

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[howi99]

Hey jaune do you have seven magical jewels or a sword belonging to an anthropomorphic hedgehog

Jaune: The chaos emeralds? *Shake his head* Nope, and i don't plan to even TRY taking them.

Yang: ... Uh... Who are you answering to? And what's a chaos emerald anyway?

Jaune: *waving the question off* Don't worry about it, the less all of you understand about the 4th wall, the better it is.

Blake: *whispering to Weiss* I think he's gone mad!

Weiss: *nod*

Jaune: And to answer the second question... I don't know. *Scratching his head* Every time i tried understanding them, they did something new, like time travel or turning an anthropomorphic blue hedgehog into a multi-dimensional being capable of rewriting the story of his own world on a whim!

Jaune: *crossing his arms* And in any case, i only take things that are either dangerous to the world they originated from or things that are now useless.

Ruby: Oh! So that's why everything has a big "Do NOT touch!" panel in front of them?

Jaune: *nod* Precisely! 👏 Now, let's move on to the SCP section of the museum. I'm dying for a good cup of coffee- oh and do NOT type lava or anything of the like while using the coffee machine!

Yang: *grin* Sound like a story-

Jaune: *deadpan* A guy typed anti-mater once, the equivalent of the city of Vale wad destroyed.

Yang: *gulp* N-noted...

[parasolladyansy]

Sorry if you've answered this! In the Scarlet x Violet, Ansy and Ikirit are in the uniforms which implies they are taking classes there. Is there a reason they decided to?

Also if they instead were going to teach a course there, what course do you think each of them would teach?

(Hey, NP! Part of your question involves something that didn’t make it in the Scarlet x Violet highlights post anyways - gives me an excuse to share it! ^_^)

For your first question, I sorta answered in the last panel of one of the multi-panel comics I made for SxV:

When Ansy & Ikrit were separated & ended up on the Scarlet & Violet timelines respectively, they could still keep in touch via their Rotom Phones for a mysterious reason that may or may not show up again in DxP - they figured out their situation together, & decided to go to Naranja / Uva Academy. There, their respective Director Clavel offered a place at his Academy in order to make them less conspicuous, & seeing as there are literal senior citizens in class with the player (canonically about middle-school aged), their being in their 30’s wasn’t that odd lol. XD

As for your second question, meet Ms. Ansy & Mr. Ikrit (& helpers!)

Going off what the mister & I majored in school, Ansy would’ve worked under Professor Hassel in Art while Ikrit would just straight teach Astrophysics (&/or Astronomy, as Ikrit canonically works for a meteoriticist). As Ms. Ansy assists in a pretty hands-off subject that already has a very capable professor (honestly, she probably would just sub when he’s serving as a member of the Elite 4), she could easily make her way around Paldea between classes. Mr. Ikrit had a similar arrangement, but for a different reason: as his subject is very specific & very advanced, he doesn’t have a lot of students, & so would have plenty of free time to solve Paldea’s mysteries.

Honestly I really wish we had an option to be students or not, or at least not have to wear school uniforms - felt very kid-coded, & if we didn’t have to have uniforms, we could’ve used our imaginations. At least I got to use it for a joke eventually lol XD

[vodika-vibes]

Wait holy shit, anon from 2 seconds ago, hi!, I suddenly had another alpha-17 thought, imagine comforting him after his capture by Ventress and again a few weeks later after being wounded by Grievous. He puts up an impenetrable front but behind it he’s in pain and filled with self doubt and you remind him that it’s all worth it, he’s worth it in the end.

As You Are

Summary: After being tortured by Ventress, and then badly wounded by Grievous, Alpha-17 is confined to a bed under your care. Badly injured and convinced that he’s about to be Decommissioned for being unable to continue his duties, he’s lashing out at everyone trying to help him. Luckily, you’ve never been a shrinking violet.

Pairing: Pre Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 775

Warnings: Medical stuff, but not detailed

A/N: I'm still not sure if this was a request, but I turned it into one because it's Alpha, lol.

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“Doctor,” You pause, your hand hovering over the door panel to Alpha-17’s hospital room when you’re stopped by one of your nurses. She’s an older woman, much older than you, and she seems to be fretting over something.

“Something wrong?” You ask.

“It’s…well,” She motions to the door you’re about to pass through, “He’s in a foul mood.”

You arch a single brow, “Well, yes. I would be too if I had been tortured, and then badly wounded. How are his cybernetics?”

“I…well, I’m not sure. He wouldn’t let me check.”

Your other brow raises to join the first, “He wouldn’t let you.”

“No, Doctor. When I tried he snapped at me.”

“So he’s probably in pain then.”

She shrugs, “Perhaps we should leave him to the Kaminoans?”

You shoot her a look dirty enough that she flinches away from you, “Thank you, Nurse. I can take it from here.”

“Uh…Yes, doctor.” You wait until she hurries away before you type in the door code and enter the room. 

“I hear you’re terrorizing my nurses.” You announce as the door slides shut behind you, “Knock it off.”

“I don’t want your medical care.” Alpha bites out, pinning you with a fierce glare.

“Tough shit, you’re getting it anyway.” You walk over to him, and glance at the monitors to check his vitals, “How’s your pain?”

“Awful.”

“I need a number, Alpha.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, it was covered in medical school between cardiology and pulmonology.”

He shifts in the bed and winces, and you frown at him, “I’m fine.”

“Alpha, you currently have cybernetics running the length of your spine that will allow you to walk. You’re not fine.” You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, knowing that he’s going to hate it, but also knowing that he won’t lash out at you. “Let me take care of you.”

“Why bother?” He grouses, “They’re just going to decommission me.”

You sigh heavily. “They are not.”

He scowls at you, “I’ve known the longnecks my whole life—”

You hold up three fingers, “Point 1, Shaak Ti has forbidden decommissions. Point 2, even if she didn’t, the Kaminoans don’t decommission Alpha class clones. Point 3, even if you ignore those two points, they never would have allowed me to put a multi-million credit cybernetic system in you if they were going to decommission you.”

“...how many credits?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not paying for it.” You lightly tap his shoulder, “Anyway, will you let me take a look now?”

“I’m fine.” He repeats.

“Why are you being so difficult?”

A muscle in his jaw clenches, “What if I can’t do my job properly even with the cybernetics?”

“You will. As I understand it, Shaak Ti wants you training ARC Troopers.”

He scoffs, “So I can’t fight anymore.”

“Training the ARCs is an important job, Alpha.” You remind him, “They are the best, after all.” You step around the bed so you’re able to get a look at the cybernetics implanted in his spine.

“It’s not the same.”

“It is important though.” You lightly touch his skin and frown when you see the skin is inflamed. Quickly you put in an order for more antibiotics, and then you scan the cybernetics themselves, “Do you think lesser of Commander Colt for being an ARC trainer?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

You walk back around him so that he’s facing you, “You just have to remember, this is all worth it in the end. It has to be.”

Alpha scans your face for a moment, “No one is going to thank you for this, you know that right?”

“I don’t do this for the accolades, Alpha. I do it because it’s the right thing to do.” You flash a wry smile, “Before all else, do no harm.”

Alpha sighs and sinks his head into his pillow, “I’m not worth all this.”

“You are to me.” You reach out and take his fingers in your hand and you squeeze them gently, “Will you let me help you?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, and then he squeezes your hand, “Yeah, I guess. Just you, though.”

“Spoiled.” You chide, “But fine, I’ll make a note that you refuse all medical care unless I’m the one giving it.” You untangle your hand from his and make a note in his chart, “Now. Are you in any pain?”

“Yeah, and my back feels hot.” He admits.

“Thank you, Alpha.” You turn your back to grab some pain medicine.

“I love you.” He mumbles.

“What was that?”

“I said you’re annoying.”

You laugh softly, and favor him with a warm smile, “So are you.”

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[the-cauldron-witch]

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere. With Donnie pls? Maybe still crush state? 👁️👁️ (thank you in advance!)

Thank you so much for the ask!!! 🫂🫂🫂

I'm really sorry for taking so long, Donnie was being difficult and wouldn't let me write this out apparently! I hope you like it!

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Sparks scattered from the tip of the soldering iron in Donnie’s expert hand, putting the finer finishing touches to the circuit board inside the device resting on his work bench. Sweat beaded at the top of his brow, trickling down his face and neck behind the welding mask as he worked. Once he was satisfied with the work he lifted the shield from his face and smiled down at his creation, closing the panel and sealing away the wires and circuits from the rest of the world. With the final touches finally complete Donnie felt confident enough to test out his new invention; a shuriken wrist launcher. Although his brothers and himself had incredible accuracy with shurikens, they could only throw so many so fast, with this new device whomever used it should be able to send multiple shurikens at a target at top speed.

“Hey, Donnie!” Your voice broke the silence like a thin sheet of ice, snapping him out of his studying gaze and fumble with the invention for a split second. “Oh, jeez, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you” You couldn’t help but giggle an apology while Donnie sighed in relief with the invention still in his hand.

“No worries, I just finished my shuriken launcher actually,” He said with a grin, peeling the welding mask from his sweat covered head and placing it on his bench. Donnie was grateful for the way his purple mask hid the slight color that came to his cheeks at the mere sight of you standing at the entrance to his lab, shifting from one foot to the other while watching him. This could be the millionth time he saw you, yet it still gave him butterflies like it was the first time.

“Shuriken launcher? Seems kind of redundant,” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, walking into the lab and to Donnie’s side so that you could eye the metal gauntlet in his hand.

“Well, because of our tridactyl hands we are only able to throw at maximum two shurikens with each hand, totaling to four shurikens for each of us. Leo is the only one who managed to throw three in each hand successfully, but they weren’t as accurate compared to throwing the typical two in each hand.”

Slipping the gauntlet over his muscular green forearm Donnie studied his invention, pressing a button on the side facing himself. The gauntlet hissed for a second as the inner cuff began inflating, securing itself to his arm. Donnie flexed his hand and wrist, making sure that the cuff wasn’t too constricting but also held firm enough to not budge easily. Curiosity now piqued you watched while Donnie flexed his muscular arm, admiring his physique more than the invention if you were being honest.

“I recycled a blood pressure cuff machine for the base so that it could be used by anyone who wears it, no matter the size of their forearm,” Donnie explained, pointing his arm to an invisible target ahead of him. “It keeps the device secure against the users arm for better aim,”

“Oh, like the ones you see at the pharmacy?” You questioned enthusiastically, drawing yourself closer to Donnie so you can inspect the shuriken launcher closer. Now that you were closer to it you could see he had taken the blood pressure cuff as he said, mounting what looked like a modified multi-disc CD player onto the top where the shurikens were stored and ejected through a slim opening at the wrist. There were a few other components you couldn’t identify, but they all seemed to work together by Donnie’s ingenuity.

“Yeah! I haven’t put the shurikens inside the launcher just yet, I was just about to test it out in the dojo for the first time, if you’d like to join?”

“I’d love to! Can I try it out next?” Bouncing on your toes with eagerness you followed him out of the lab like an excited puppy. Your enthusiasm and excitement to help and learn from Donnie always sent a small whirlwind of butterflies fluttering in his stomach, something about the way your eyes lit up and voice heightened made him feel weak in the knees.

“O-of course, sure! But I want to take the first test, just to make sure everything is programmed correctly” Donnie spoke a little louder than intended, mirroring your own excitement as he strode his way to the dojo. Once entering the dojo Donnie made his way over to the training dummy, many shuriken already scattered about and lodged into different surfaces. Plucking the ones from the floor and pulling the three out of the wooden dummy he pressed a button facing him, the top of the devices panel popping open. Placing the shuriken collected in his hand into the compartment and closing the hatch he turned to you.

“Alright, so here’s how it should work,” Slipping into his ‘Bill Nye voice’ as Mikey described once, Donnie began explaining the device on his arm to you with a small smile turning the ends of his lips, “I modified the blood pressure cuff with some sensors that read the way your muscles move and flex, so that when I clench my fist and move it in just the correct way it should launch one shuriken at a time when flexed or sending multiple when your hand is held in that position,”

Taking a stance in front of the target practice dummy Donnie locked onto the blue and yellow target painted on the torso, lining up his shot and flexing his hand downward as though he were throttling a motorcycle handle. There was a long, drawn out moment of silence where nothing happened. Another moment and Donnie flexed his hand in the same way again, clenching and unclenching his fist in the manner needed for the device to launch a shuriken. Still nothing.

“Did you turn it on?” You questioned, giggling nervously as you earned an incredulous deadpanned look from the tall terrapin. After another second of holding the gauntlet out, Donnie sighed and brought his arm towards himself once again and relaxed his hand.

“That’s strange, maybe I didn’t calibrate the sensors correctly?” Donnie murmured to himself, studying his invention with a furrowed brow and small annoyed huff. He had gone over the programming his usual four dozen times and tested the sensors inside the blood pressure cuffs with his computer the same amount, the device should at least attempt to launch a shuriken.

Approaching Donnie as he continued his intense gaze as though the problem would be written on the surface of the uncooperative device, he didn’t register your proximity as he continued scrutinizing and silently questioning what could not be working right. Grazing the tip of his finger over the area where the shurikens had been loaded into earlier Donnie noticed the small door had not latched shut properly. Pressing his finger on the hatch the smallest and softest ‘click’ registered in Donnie’s ears a millisecond before a glint of metal shot from his wrist.

You didn’t have time to so much as blink. The weapon was ejected in the flicker of an eye with incredible speed, the sharpened tip grazing the skin of your cheek and leaving a thin trail of crimson beads behind. Hissing as the fiery sting settling into your cheek you reached a hand to your face, fingertips meeting warm blood as you and Donnie stared at one another in shock. Blood trickled down your cheek for a second longer before Donnie snapped out of his daze, pressing the button to disengage the gauntlet from his arm and let it drop to the floor without a care.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere” Donnie breathed as he quickly leaned down to capture your face in his massive hands, the sudden closeness causing your breath to hitch in your throat and heart to stammer a beat. Not giving you a chance to find your voice again Donnie swept you off of your feet and into his massive arms, carrying you to the med-bay hastily in one fell swoop. How could he have let something like this happen? Something as stupid as the hatch not being closed correctly shouldn’t have gotten you hurt! You practically blinked and the two of you were in the medbay. Placing you on the exam table gently Donnie studied your face with concern and guilt wrinkling his brow and eyes.

“Donnie?” You questioned as he darted to the otherside of the room, opening a drawer or two before pulling out a plastic med kit.

“So fucking stupid...should have fucking known better, didn’t pay attention enough!” You could hear him muttering angrily to himself, berating himself for letting you get hurt in the most ridiculous way. Guilt clutched at your chest as you heard him curse under his breath. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose or knew something so small would go wrong, things like this just happened sometimes.

“Donnie?” You tried again when he sat himself in on a rolling chair and slid clear across the room to your side. The cut no longer burned as harshly now, but the sting still lingered and pulsated. Blinking himself out of the fog the panic settled in his mind Donnie’s eyes finally met yours.

“It’s okay, really,” A smile attempted to dimple your cheek, making you wince a tiny bit from the fresh pain, “I’m okay, honestly. It’s just a little scratch! Stop beating yourself up,”

“I...I know...I should have known better than to point it-” He began berating himself again as his fingers fiddled with the antiseptic wipe in his hands, fingers fumbling and making him more frustrated. Taking his jittering hands in your own you brought his attention back onto you, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt the warmth of your soft hands wrapping around his rather larger ones. The sudden urge took over you, leaning you forward and pressed so that you could press your lips to his forehead for a moment. Electricity ran from where your lips met his skin down his neck and through every nerve ending in his shell and skin, sparks crackling and sending shivers down his spine. Pulling your lips away from his forehead you registered what you had done, offering a shy smile.

“It’s just a little scratch. I’m okay, really” You giggled nervously.

Swallowing the thick lump suddenly lodged in his throat Donnie couldn’t bring himself to speak again, knowing his voice would crack and betray him now. Instead he focuses on the dried blood staining your cheeks, despite the fact they were already flushing red from your own doing. Not that Donnie’s own face wasn’t heated by the kiss placed on his forehead, but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud just yet.

[muzansfangs]

Honestly, this Aizen panel has me squeezing my thighs together. Damn it. It’s pretty obvious what I am thinking. A touch-starved man, released from Muken, having someone ride him to oblivion.

Tsk, obviously, this is going to be written down somewhere and somehow by this horny chicken. Fear not. Most likely, in the multi-chapters fan fiction I am writing💅🏻

I volunteer as a tribute, Aizen-taichou. I really do.

“Bloodstain”, unhinged and surprisingly tender fiction, coming soon.

– Luce plotting

[the-swift-escape]

A Fine Team

Part 1 of (N/A)

Summary: The reader and Loki are sent on a mission at an art gallery, their objective is to pose as husband and wife to gain entry into a hydra auction. The reader has been falling for their friend for some time now and doesn’t think that he could ever feel the same.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Author’s Note: I’m thinking of making this a multi-part fanfic, not sure how long but I have a few ideas for the plot. I’ve never written any fan fictions like this before and I’m mostly trying to get back into the groove of writing again.

Word Count: 3,422

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The art gallery is filled with a warm glow of light. The walls are paneled with a dark wood and the floor is a shining marble that echoes with each step of heeled feet. There’s low classical music playing but no one is dancing. The guests are either too occupied by the exhibition or conversation with their peers. If you didn’t know better you wouldn’t even suspect anything abnormal about this event. Just a bunch of old money socialites viewing art they’re hoping to bid for in the auction later tonight.

Unfortunately for you, this is a mission, not a social event. Loki is not your date, holding you close against him as you view a landscape piece. He’s not whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He’s observing the people around you, and he’s playing a part. He is your mission partner, not a lovesick newlywed. He is your friend, nothing more. When you think about the press of his hand against your lower back and his lips close to your ear, your heart clenches. It feels like the most exhilarating torture for him to be so close yet so far. He has no idea how hard it is to suppress the blush rising to your cheeks and you want to keep it that way so instead you watch an older man in a dark red suit jacket look at his watch.

“There he is, it’s almost time for the auction. Don’t lose sights,” you whisper, pulling your lips into a smile as you turn toward Loki.

“He couldn’t be more obvious if he tried,” Loki says while pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and your breath hitches and you pray he doesn’t notice.

“You guys are disgusting, I can’t believe I have to watch this,” Tony’s voice comes through your ear pieces.

Loki rolls his eyes, scoffing, “Would you rather me hold a knife to her throat, Stark? Would that be more in character?”

“For you? Absolutely,” Tony says pointedly.

You clear your throat.

“If you two are done having your dick measuring contest, the target’s moving,” You whisper harshly.

The man in the red suit goes to the back of the gallery and flashes his watch to a young bouncer. He looks at him with an over polite smile. He’s nervous, this must be the new kid that Hydra set to work this event. Fury was right, they didn’t see the avengers as a threat. To be fair, the intel was fresh and the event was just arranged a few days ago. They just hadn’t checked the museum staff for any spies yet.

Nat looks at you subtly from the bar as she abandons her spot behind the counter and heads toward the back room. Her hair is dyed a dark black and is swept into a braid. She has a completely different face, courtesy of stark industries, but she moves with the same practiced ease of Natasha. She touches the bouncer’s arm and lean towards him. His eyes go wide and he hastily steps aside and follows her past the velvet rope. When they turn the corner you hear a door close through her mic and then you hear a few grunts and you swear you hear a sharp cracking sound.

“You’re all good, auction is about to start,” Nat says her tone calm.

“You’re brillant, Nat,” You shake your head in awe and hold onto Loki’s arm.

His suit is a dark green. The material cool to touch and fitting across his arms. His dark hair is swept back into an elegant loose bun. His face is at ease and you feel your heart stutter as his green eyes sparkle with the chandelier light overhead. You’re wearing a long gown the same color as his suit, the neckline is revealing but not too revealing to warrant any unnecessary glances. The thin straps on your shoulders are beaded with gold and the details on your bodice are dripped in gold, to match his cufflinks. He insisted on your outfits matching perfectly. ‘To sell the illusion’, he said.

“You look lovely, my dear wife,” He says as you pass a small group of lower hydra operatives.

“I’d hope so, I picked it out just for you. Now that we’re married it doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying to impress you,” You laugh airily as the two of you approach the now clear hallway.

You make a show of batting your eyes at the man beside you as a few of the operatives turn to look at the two of you. Loki wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close, giving you a featherlight kiss on your forehead. When you turn the corner down a darker hall you both stop and press your backs against the wall, waiting to hear footsteps. None follow and you relax against the wall and look over to see Loki looking at you with a wolfish grin.

“You play this part beautifully, darling.”

You roll your eyes at him, trying to hide the start of a smile on your lips.

“You can turn it down a notch, Loki, all these rooms are sound proof according to the blueprints we got from Fury. No one is here to hear your flirting-“

“Except for us, Reindeer Games, you’re making me sick over here,” Tony complains and you can’t help but laugh.

“Careful, Loki, y/n may have to kick your ass if you get too frisky. This is a mission after all, what would Fury say?”

Nat’s smirk is evident in her words. You wish you could stop the hope from rising in your chest when Loki doesn’t seem too interested in defending himself. But then it’s crushed just as fast and you see his smile drop and he raises one eyebrow.

“I’m not flirting, I’m staying in character. There’s a difference. I suppose that’s why I was chosen for this mission over you, Stark. I’m simply more professional.”

“Yeah that’s the reason, definitely not the fact that I’m an extremely famous billionaire, philanthropist and the owner of one of the tallest buildings in New York. Which just so happens to have my name on it. But you’re right, Rock of Ages-“

You hear a door open down the hall.

“Will you two shut up,” you hiss.

You look at your diamond encrusted watch. They must have just got done appraising the piece you’re here for. You see a supply closet out of the corner of your eye and grab Loki’s wrist and pull him silently into it, turning your ear piece on mute. The room is cramped, the space taken up by cleaning products and a rack of boxes and towels. You can’t help but press Loki against the door as you hold your hand over his mouth. Your heart is racing. It sounds like there’s about five men in the hall. Stopped right in front of the closet door. In the small glimpse of light peaking through the door from the hallway you see Loki’s eyes shut tightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

You listen in on their conversation but it’s mostly small talk. All they say that rouses any suspicion is that they’re meeting at a hotel a few months from now. As their steps echo down the hall they say their goodbyes. Hail Hydra.

You let your head fall against Loki’s chest and take your hand from his mouth. He reaches up to his ear as he breathes heavily.

“Darling, if you wanted to get me alone, I could’ve arranged that much earlier.”

His voice is as smooth as silk, if a little breathless. You try to chuckle but you feel like floating. Your skin pricks as you look up and realize how close the two of you are.

“If I wanted you alone, Laufeyson, it would have already happened,” You counter, trying to slip into your usual banter.

It’s harder when it’s like this. When it’s so close to the truth but it just isn’t. You want him, but you know there’s no way he’d have you.

Loki opens his mouth to reply, smirking, but he stops short. You’re close enough to hear the muffled noise from his ear piece and Loki clears his throat when you pull away to turn the volume up. You nod at him and he opens the door to the closet.

“Hello? Am I just talking to myself here?”

“No, Tony, sorry. Had to focus, heading to the auction room now,” You respond.

Loki offers his arm and you take it, avoiding his eyes in hopes of just appearing focused. The two of you reach the auction room and slip in unnoticed. You find the place marker with your aliases and your paddle number and take your seat in the back.

The auctioneer hasn’t gotten to your item yet but you pretend to be interested and whisper to each other when it’s time for Loki to put his paddle up. You bid low enough to lose but high enough to where you drive the price up on some of the smaller items. An hour or so passes with you and Loki waiting to see the painting you came here for. Every time he raised the paddle he’d steal a glance at you, pleased with how frustrated some of the older attendees sounded when they had to place a higher bid.

You couldn’t help but marvel at how far he’s come since the battle of New York. You were one of the only people that was able to connect the fact that Loki’s eyes were the same color as Clint’s when he was being mind controlled. Before Loki ever joined you’d brought it up multiple times but no one ever really took it seriously. After he arrived at the tower, and he opened up more, in his own ways he confirmed that your theory was correct. He hasn’t told anyone what happened that lead him to that point, though. Luckily, he’s adjusted pretty well and if some of the avengers still don’t like them- they have a begrudging respect for him. Loki and Bucky bonded and formed an interesting friendship, with what Loki has told you it seems that they’ve helped each other readjust to freedom in a way. Wanda has also helped Loki open up more, they tend to spend some time every few weeks training with their magic. Clint still keeps his distance but that’s not a scar that’s going to heal quickly, you don’t think.

Loki tears you from your thoughts, tapping the inside of your right wrist. He’s staring straight at the painting you’re here for. It’s a 1940s battlefield landscape. But you’re not here because of the art itself, you’re here for what’s sewn into the canvas. You know that Tony is listening in as the auctioneer announces the piece.

“Showtime, newly weds,” Tony comments.

According to Fury’s intel there’s a note with coordinates to a hidden hydra base that has been thought to be inactive since just after the war. There’s been whispers of a resurgence of the winter soldier program in a top secret location. This might be the key to finding the headquarters.

Loki waits for a few people to bid before placing his first one in. If you can get your hands on this painting it could completely destroy the last of the winter soldier program, if you don’t win then this mission will be a hell of a lot more difficult. He puts his paddle up again and rests his hand on your thigh, his fingers dipping just inside of the dress’ side slit. He keeps his face straight and you assume someone’s looking but you can’t take your eyes off his hand. Your breath is shallow but you try to focus, giving his hand a pat when you think he should bid.

The general protocol is that the highest bidders are given directions to a safe house where they can make the exchange. Hydra transports the item there in heavily guarded vehicles. Which the team will be tracking via the Quinjet. You feel your knives strapped to your thigh, all night you’ve been itching for a fight. Maybe it’s the pent up frustration from your ruse or just the fact that you’ve been surrounded by hydra agents all night. It feels like torture to blend in with them but it’s honestly not even close to being one of the most difficult missions you’ve gone on. It’s tame in comparison to most, little combat and little interaction with the enemy. The hardest part is keeping your heart in check when Loki’s touching you like that. You’re starting to realize how incredibly distracting it can be.

“Sold to number twenty-five!”

The auctioneer announces the winner and you realize it’s not you.

“Shit.”

“What’s up, (y/n)? Did you get it or not?” Tony pries.

“They cut the bidding short. Two men came in and delivered a note to the auctioneer,” Loki explains.

You didn’t even notice. How did that happen?

“It must’ve been rigged, get out of there, we’ll see you at the jet.”

You slip your hand into Loki’s, the cold of his fake wedding band nipping at your skin.

“Let’s go, honey. I have a little surprise for you back at home,” You tease seductively.

His green eyes cut to yours, you swear that for a moment there’s a flash of something there. You just can’t quite put a name to it. Loki’s tongue brushes over his lower lip, bringing your hand up. He leaves a lingering kiss on your matching ring. The look in his eye paired with the graze of his mouth on your skin sends a strike of electricity through your veins. He gets up, leading you to the door.

“Shall we?” He makes a show of letting you exit first after you exchange the customary hail hydras with the organizer and his bodyguards.

When you get into the hall the two of you pick up your pace.

“Now, what?” You hiss at Loki.

He grins mischievously.

“Now, darling, we have some fun.”

You can tell he’s thinking what you’ve been feeling, this has been too easy. Now, at least, it’s getting interesting. You really wish you had a body suit under this dress but maybe if you’re lucky you’ll be able to make it to the jet before you have to do any real damage. You get instruction from Tony to take a few turns down the hall to a back exit that leads to an alley closer to the meeting point.

The night air is breezy and goosebumps form on your arms. The stars are bright and the moon is little more than a sliver. Your heels echo softly on the pavement as you walk. Loki is close enough to where your hands brush once in a while as you walk. Each time it happens you feel yourself being pulled further into his orbit. There’s something magnetic about Loki, and most might say it’s because he’s a god or because he’s like a predator. Coaxing his prey into a false security, but you don’t see him that way. You see a man, a god, that has been through awful things. Like anyone else, he has struggled. He is hard to crack but when you’re able to see what’s underneath the calculating front he puts up, he’s not that different from the rest of the team.

“You did good in there, Laufeyson, I think you’re getting the hang of this whole avenger thing,” you bump his shoulder with yours, “who knows, maybe you’ve found your glorious purpose.”

He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

“I don’t think that the other avengers share that sentiment.”

Your chest pangs, because it’s true.

Then his face hardens, glancing back the way you came. You hear some low voices cutting through the night and before you can react, Loki is grabbing you by the waist. He’s spinning you around and the world is tilting on its axis. You close your eyes thinking something bad is about to happen.

Your back hits the wall and one of his hands is on your waist, the other supporting your head, guiding it to back gently. When you open your eyes he’s looking at you and he silently shushes you. Loki leans in close to you and his nose is brushing yours and his gaze drops to your lips. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your skin is tingling. He’s so close and his breath smells like whiskey. His cologne is coating the air between you and it smells like the forest and it’s warm and welcoming and it’s so hard to pretend like you’re not in love with him when he’s so close.

“You look truly divine,” He breathes.

“You don’t mean that,” You whisper back, shaking your head.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer and you screw your eyes shut. You have no idea what to do now that you’ve lost contact with the others and you can’t think straight. Loki always leaves your mind cloudy and usually it doesn’t effect your mission but you’ve never been in such a compromising position. He’s intoxicating and it takes all your willpower not to lean into him further. Not to press your lips to his or wrap your arms around his neck.

“Yes,” he leans a fraction closer, “I do.”

Then he’s pressing you further into the bricks and his fingers are brushing against your cheekbone. You open your eyes and he looks at you and his pupils are blown wide. Then he kisses you and it’s so soft. He’s kissing you like you’re going to disappear, like you’re made of glass. It’s fragile and you can tell he’s braced for rejection and even though you’re terrified that this is all for the mission somehow you melt into the kiss. A low noise is pulled from him as you slide your hands through his hair, it falls from its slicked back bun and the strands are falling against your cheek. The moment is everything you’ve ever dreamed it would be and still it’s so much better.

The whole world is slipping away and you ears are buzzing and you realize you need to breathe. You pull back, leaning your head back toward the cool night air and then his lips are on your neck and you feel weightless.

“Believe me, (y/n),” he whispers against your skin, his breath cool, “I could never lie to you.”

The sound of your name makes you whimper as his lips move further and further down. The footsteps are long gone, you realize. You should go, both of you should go meet the others at the rendezvous point. But you can’t move, it’s like you’re stuck to the spot and all you can focus on is this, this mischievous god against you and how his hands are chilling your skin and setting it on fire all at once. The way his tie has come slightly loose and how his cheeks are reddened. He’s disheveled and you never thought it would be for you, because of you.

“Loki-“ You choke out.

“(Y/n), come in. Can you hear us? Where are you, agent?” Steve’s voice breaks through the static in your ear piece.

Loki pulls back abruptly, the voice of your captain breaking through the moment. His eyes are wide as he looks at you and your heart sinks. He regrets it. You just lost your best friend. You sober up quickly and slip from Loki’s grasp and maneuver around him, looking down the alleyway.

“I hear you, Cap. We’re not too far from the museum, had to take a detour. On our way now.”

“We got eyes on the truck, good work you two, you make a fine team.”

You look at Loki for a second. You can’t read his expression as he straightens his tie and fixes his hair. He wipes his lips, erasing all the evidence of what happened just like that. As if it never happened, couldn’t happen. Not with you, at least. You sigh.

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

In silence you head to the rendezvous point. The tension thick between you. Maybe all he’ll ever be is your partner. Maybe you were naive to think that it could seriously be more. It was just the heat of the moment and it should have never gotten that far. Maybe you could learn to live with that.

[theineffablecon]

📗 A Nice and Accurate Guide to The Ineffable Con 4, a Virtual Convention 📗

When: Friday 20th to Sunday 22nd October 2023

Where: Online

Why: Raising money for Alzheimer's Research UK in memory of Sir Terry Pratchett

Since October 2019, you ineffable lot have raised a whopping £25,368.20 for Alzheimer's Research UK and we're hoping to reach £30,000 at TIC 4!

You can get your tickets here, read our FAQs here, and find out more about who'll be there and how to join in below...

Our first special guest is Peter Anderson, who is joining us for the third time - truly...ineffable! Peter is a huge fan favourite and will be talking all things title sequence-in his own words, it delivers surprises with every view, and we'll get taken through it all!

Can we hear a wahoo?!

Colleen Doran, the multi-award-winning illustrator and creator of "Good Omens: The Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel", which has set Kickstarter alight and smashed through several records, will also be joining us!

Rory Kurtz, the illustrator and artist responsible for the official artwork for season 2 of Good Omens is also going to be there!

Rory describes his work best on his website: Individualistic yet share a sense of fantasy in a modern reality. We agree - absolutely ineffable!

How can you get involved?

Panel - submit ASAP (we're particularly looking for pre-recorded sessions and people awake in the BST morning period!)

Zine - submit by 15th September

Vid show - submit by 20th September

Cosplay competition - submit by 2nd October

Booths are free at TIC 4 and are available to anyone wanting to showcase or sell their fanart, merchandise or fan projects. We also need at-con volunteers and please get in touch if you can help with auction items or prizes, as this helps us to have more surplus to donate to Alzheimer's Research UK!

We've reached the end of our Nice and Accurate Guide to The Ineffable Con 4, a Virtual Convention, so, if you're ready to get your ticket...

[vivencyglobal]

Interactive Flat Panels: Transforming Learning and Collaboration

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Collaboration is very much an element of modern education and business conversations. Multi-user interaction is thus facilitated by these IFPs, enabling multiple persons to share the active area on the surface at the same time. A group of students might be solving a problem together, or sometimes it could be a team of staff brainstorming ideas during a meeting; this is when they need the multi-touch element for real-time collaboration.

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Different customers require different sized spaces. Vivency Technology LLC, therefore, has Interactive Flat Panels in various sizes. Whether it is for small classrooms, large lecture halls, or even conference rooms, an ideal IFP size would maximize visibility and engagement. This flexible sizing makes these panels fit for usage in diverse settings and across a range of audiences.

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Time and again, it has been proved that amazing images always accompany communications. IFPs shipped by Vivency contain high-definition displays, clear in images. Some display 4K Ultra HD images that bring up high-quality images pleasing for educational content and business presentations. A better visual experience will ensure that everything is visible with less strain and improved comprehension.

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The modernization of classrooms is Interactive Flat Panels. These will replace traditional blackboards and projectors, giving way to digital screens that allow interactive learning techniques. The teacher would be able to use touch to point out the key elements and put multimedia graphics while students do solvers learning in every way. Because a panel can cater simultaneously for multiple users, the group activity becomes immersive and more realistic.

IFPs boost student-faculty interaction and make lessons exciting. Lessons become participative rather than being mere listening events: students interact with the content directly. Comprehension and retention improve quite significantly. Moreover, the scope of study through inclusion of online resources and educational applications widens learning beyond the borders of the books.

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Interactive Flat Panels have fast-tracked the way meetings and presentations are held in the corporate world. Used in halls or for training; these presentations are a great way to allow collaborative working by participants through sharing ideas, annotating documents, and discussing strategies as they present in real-time. They have the ability to connect to multiple devices to enable a seamless transition from different presentation materials.

Moreover, IFPs also allow remote collaboration as they allow users to connect across a distance. All the meetings can thus be managed virtually using video conferencing and real-time screen sharing making decisions easier and the need for travel redundant thus improving the efficiency of the company.

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[soshinysochrome]

How are you so good at ikeaframe/orbiter fashion... share some tricks on how to get pieces to get into position you want, most versatile decoration pieces (that can be used in many different ways, what are your favorites?); on a less serious note, how to farm all this standing for all the zariman wall panels ;A;'

So, quick disclaimer: I play Warframe on PC and have never played on console, so all of my answers will be oriented to PC controls.

Edit: This got quite detailed, so I may wind up making this a multi-part Thing.

Positioning:

Understand the anchor point; this is the point on an object that cannot pass through other objects and around which it is oriented. To find it, select an object and right-click to orient it; where the 3 different orientation guiding lines fall is an object's anchor point.

Understand orientation; if you hit Tab to turn on advanced mode it will show this, but I'll put it here for good measure. There are 3 planes of movement: up-down, left-right, and forward-backwards. R controls the orientation marked by the red arrow, F by the green arrow, and X by the blue. (If you have selected an item with your mouse, you can also hold X to 'push' an object, but I don't use this often as the direction and depth can be hard to predict.)

Grid and angle snapping are your friends! They're going to make your life a lot easier when you need to place objects at consistent distances, angles, etc. Now that you can angle things by degrees of 1 or 5, it's a lot easier now to make small adjustments without having to turn off angle snapping. Also: one way to ensure consistent distancing is to choose another feature (e.g. lines on the ground) and use that as a reference point. This is something that I use a lot especially when decorating my clan's dojo.

Using F to duplicate objects, and using C/V to scale them up/down will help when placing multiples of the same object so they will be the same size and orientation. It's also a time saver so you don't have to size and orient every single object you place. (If you're going to scale something all the way up or down, just hold R and use your mouse to quickly get it to size.)

Using Z to change how you can orient objects. 'World' will orient the object in relation to how it's been placed. 'Local' will orient the object based on its anchor point. (If this doesn't make sense, I encourage you to experiment to understand the difference!)

Sometimes, even when using grid and angle snapping, things won't quite line up right. That's when you want to turn off grid snapping to make small adjustments. Ideally, you would hover your mouse over the object and then hit R to turn on constrained movement. When doing this, I suggest only adjusting one plane at a time (R, X, F); for example, moving it left or right, then saving it to lock in that adjustment before trying to move it up/down or forward/backward.

If you've moved an object and dislike the result, instead of saving it, hit Esc. It will put the object back to where it was before you messed with it.

Experiment! Sometimes redzones will get in the way, but you never know what areas are available to be decorated until you give it a shot. Rotate objects every which way to see the different sides and features; for example, I had no use for the Entrati Serpentine Chair until I realized that I could use the underside to decorate the walls.

Sometimes an object just won't behave the way you want it to; if it's a symmetrical object, try turning it around. This is a big one when you're trying to get 2 objects to touch, but the anchor point is getting in the way. In the case of the Zariman wall panels, if you look at it from the side you'll notice that one side bevels out, while the other is completely flat; I put the curved side down, which is how I was able to have that nice flat, flush wooden flooring and on the ceiling.

Hopefully you find this helpful; I also suggest looking up tutorials on YouTube! They were especially helpful in making me understand how anchor points and orientation work, since they also have visuals for you to accompany the explanation.

I'll make another post addressing other parts of your questions :)

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 22: Fulfillment (Breeding)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s pretty self explanatory. Just know that I’ve wanted to write something like this ever since seeing the panel with Medic looking all paternal with the baby baboon.

Tags: Breeding kink, talk of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy (basically no pregnant, only breed), begging, references to the comics (the pregnancy pen and the baby baboon).

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Starting a family was never something you had given much thought to. Honestly, with all of the chaos that went on from day to day in the base, you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t even be safe for children. You and Medic had each other, and that was all you ever needed. Or so you thought.

The day that you found Medic in his lab with a literal baby baboon in his arms, you should have known better than to ask questions. But you did anyway, and what followed was a tirade of information about uterus transplants, fertility hormones, and… pregnancy pens? Basically, by the time he was done you wished you had never inquired any further. But apparently now that everything had been explained to you, you were already in too deep.

Next thing you knew, you were the one enlisted to take care of the baby when Medic was otherwise occupied, and it sure as hell wasn’t easy. Honestly, it was probably more work than a human baby would be. After all, human babies didn’t attempt to climb multi shelf cabinets or have teeth that could probably remove a finger if you weren’t careful, but after a few days you managed to get the hang of this new pseudo parent role you found yourself in. You were quite surprised to find that you were actually content with the whole arrangement.

Not to mention Medic did his fair share of the work as well. He tended to take responsibility for the early and late feedings. These were the times when you would usually be sleeping. However, you often found yourself laying awake watching Medic interact with his little ‘experiment.’ It was a side of him you had never seen before, a side that was so paternal, and you could certainly get used to it.

Of course, you were still raising a wild animal. A wild animal that Medic had been meticulously feeding growth hormones and God knows what else for several weeks by now. It wasn’t so much a matter of if it would escape, but when . And escape it did. It happened so quickly, the shattering of a window in the middle of the night being the only indicator of its disappearance.

Medic was annoyed that his experiment got away, and deep down, while he tried to deny it, he had probably gotten attached. You had too. As much as you hated to admit it, the two of you had unironically been discussing names just a few days ago. It was as if the two of you had forgotten this was supposed to be an experiment to begin with. As for the havoc its escape would wreak on the desert ecosystem, well, both of you tried not to think about that too much.

The following days were strangely melancholic. Unbeknownst to you, Medic had also enjoyed seeing you play such a motherly role with his little experiment. You often spent time with the baby when he was out in battle, and on occasion he would arrive back at the base to find you half asleep, but still cradling the animal in a way that warmed his heart. Both of you missed the unconventional ‘family unit’ that you had created.

However, the baboon’s absence also allowed you to get back to something else you had been missing for much longer. Waking up for feedings multiple times in the night wasn’t exactly conducive with any kind of intimacy. As such, it wasn’t long before you and Medic were upon each other, kissing and touching as you tried to make up for lost time.

“Meine liebe,” Medic’s voice was heavy and heated as clothes were stripped and discarded beside the bed without a care. “Gott, how I’ve missed this.”

You tried to respond, but your thoughts were hazy. Medic’s lips were pressing against yours repeatedly, his tongue slipping past your lips, after which he would move on to tease the sensitive skin of your neck. You were effectively lost in a fog of arousal. So, you simply said the first thing that came to mind. It just so happened that it was something you hadn’t been planning to bring up so soon.

“I want a baby.” The words were out before you could even think, and your first reaction was panic, as you realized that mid-make out probably wasn’t the best time to bring something like that up. However, your panic ebbed away when you saw the look Medic was giving you. It wasn’t one of bewilderment, as you expected. Oh no, it was pure, unbridled lust.

“You do?” He asked, clutching your body tightly, almost possessively, praying that you were being genuine. You most certainly were.

“Yes,” your voice came out as a heavy whisper, and you wrapped your arms around Medic, pulling him closer to you. “Please.”

“Oh, mein liebling, I thought you would never ask.” The way his voice lowered made your heart skip a beat. Eagerly, you pressed your lips hard against his, overjoyed that you could finally fulfill this desire that you had been fostering over the course of weeks.

Medic was the first to pull away for breath, panting and looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you, darling?” He asked, chuckling softly.

“Yes,” you confessed, your blush growing even brighter.

“Perfekt,” Medic murmured, leaning down to kiss along your neck before whispering right in your ear. “Because I have too.”

Medic ran his hand over your stomach, and you shivered as he lingered there. He was gazing fondly at you, already imagining you heavy with child. He was painfully hard at this point, but he wanted to take the time to admire every inch of you. You basked under his gaze until your increasing arousal became too strong to ignore.

“Medic, please! I need you inside me,” you whimpered, snapping him out of his own thoughts. He looked somewhat embarrassed as he realized how long he had been simply staring at you.

“Ah, of course.” Medic regained his composure somewhat and that signature grin soon returned as he lined himself up. “So sorry to keep you waiting, darling.”

You whimpered softly as Medic entered you with a quick thrust, already so deep and so sudden. He didn’t move for a moment, stroking his hands down your sides and allowing you to adjust. You sighed in response to his touch, letting yourself be soothed as his hands traveled over your body.

“I’ve got you, meine liebe,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. It wasn’t long before you were relaxed and ready. Medic’s hips twitched, betraying how eager he was to start. His cool and collected demeanor was beginning to crack.

“Medic…” The sound of his name moaned in such a desperate, lustful tone did nothing to quell how badly Medic wanted to start thrusting into you. However, it was what you said next that really had him shaking with need. “Medic, I want you to breed me.”

“Gott ja, liebling. I will.” He slammed his hips roughly into yours. While he usually started out gentle, there was little of that here. Any doubt you had about this faded away, buried by the ruthless pleasure you felt. You wanted this. You wanted this so badly, and your desire was only spurred on by the way Medic was whispering into your ear all the while.

“You’ll look so beautiful, so heavy with our child.” His voice was strained with the effort it took to talk while simultaneously fucking you into the mattress. “You will practically be glowing, meine liebe. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, not in that state.”

As if to make his point, one of his hands brushed over your breasts. His breath quickened as he imagined how they would swell while you were carrying. Oh, and how sensitive they would become, too. Meanwhile, you continued to beg from your position beneath the relentless doctor.

Medic simply continued his musings, as if he couldn’t even hear your desperate pleas for more. “I’m going to keep you nice and full. I’ll take you as many times as I can until you're filled to the brim, and then some.”

“Deeper,” you gasped. With that one word, your pleading seemed to finally catch Medic’s attention. He stammered for a moment, his hips stuttering as if he was about to come right then and there. He held back, intending to make you feel just as good as he was.

You yelped as he took hold of your hips, lifting them up as he fucked you. Had your mind not been completely delirious with pleasure and need, you would have swooned at the strength it must have taken to hold you steady like that. Your head spun as he bottomed out in you again and again.

“Gott im Himmel- I’m so close,” Medic groaned, desperately trying to keep his orgasm at bay a little longer. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Your voice shook as you answered him. “Please, please!”

“Oh ja, I can feel you throbbing around me, so desperate for me to come deep inside you.” Medic delighted in the way you squirmed beneath him, so desperate to be taken and bred.

“Please, Medic! Please!” You kept on begging for him, repeating it like a mantra. You wrapped your legs around Medic, as if you could somehow pull him even further into you. Meanwhile, his hands began traveling again, dipping between your bodies and eventually reaching your clit with those deft fingertips.

“Such a good girl, taking me so nicely,” Medic said. It was clear that he was trying to keep his voice steady, trying to retain some sense of composure.

You weren’t going to last much longer either, crying out at the dual sensation of his fingers on your clit and his cock thrusting deep into you. You bucked your hips up against his, and yet you still begged for more.

“Fuck, Medic! Please, I want you to come inside me! I want it so badly-” Your words dissolved into unintelligible moans as you finally felt your orgasm overtake you. You grasped at the sheets, pulling at the thin fabric as your body convulsed and pleasure rippled up through you.

With a low, growl-like moan, Medic slammed his hips into yours, burying himself as deeply as possible. He groaned through clenched teeth in his native language. “Ich möchte dich füllen! Du wirst so schwer und schön sein, nur für mich!”

A few more stray words and what you assumed were soft curses began to waver, turning into a plethora of deep moans as he finally came inside you. Again, you tightened your legs around his hips. He thrust into you a few more times afterwards, over stimulating both of you before finally pulling out with a soft sigh, admiring the sight of your entrance leaking pearlescent white.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Your hand unconsciously rested on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling heavily. “That was so good.”

“You were perfect, mein liebling. Ich liebe dich,” Medic said with a dreamy sigh. He collapsed to the side and his hand also came down to rest on your stomach, almost in a protective manner, as though you were already pregnant. You certainly didn’t mind it too much.

Besides, even if you weren’t pregnant yet, it was safe to say that Medic wasn’t kidding when he said he would take you as many times as he needed in order to make it happen. And as his hands dipped between your legs to tease your clit again, and you felt him regaining his erection, he whispered confirmation of your suspicions.

“I’m not planning on stopping until both of us are too exhausted to move, liebchen.”

You shivered as he pushed your thighs apart once again. One thing was for sure, it was going to be a long night, and you were going to be thoroughly bred by the end of it. Of course, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[joefool]

Review: Peanuts Every Sunday, Vol. 2 (1956-1960)

In my last Sundays review, I said that the star of the show was Lucy Van Pelt. This time around, things have changed. The power has shifted. There’s a new Sheriff in town. His name? Linus Van Pelt.

One of the best running gags in this collection is Linus as an outfielder, going to extreme lengths to catch the ball. It’s a repeated masterclass in Schulz’s command of structure and pacing.

In classic Peanuts fashion, these strips feature a simple core gag but are elevated by small touches: in the top left, Linus spends several panels idly picking at the grass before jumping into action. In the top right, I love the casual way with which he catches and throws, and how slowly his movements develop. In the bottom left, “I beg your pardon” and “Thank you, girls” are the funniest possible things to say as he enters and exits the pool, not to mention the little way he sticks his tongue out as he takes his shoes off (and I think even flexes his toes?). And In the bottom right, I mean, come on, look at how small he is in that title panel!

I’m excited to see Linus begin to shed his blanket. It made for good baby gags, but he’s such a more interesting character when it comes and goes. Alongside the above scenes, he also has a series of battles with Snoopy over the blanket. He’s multi-dimensional!

It’s hard to stop gushing about this collection, which really feels like it captures the strip hitting its stride. There’s melancholy, there’s laughs, there’s sincere character development. Sally Brown shows up! Snoopy lays on top of the dog house for the first time, and his head is starting to get more recognizably thick! But wait, did you think I was going to stop talking about Linus? Because you’re wrong. Here are two more great strips, which also feature his (shown above) love for sand castles.

You start to get a sense of his personality: creative, a bit philosophical. Hum drum, in the way basically all Peanuts characters are, but not a sad sack. He’s dynamic, bringing all kinds of tones and melding himself to the other characters in the strip. Yet through all of it, he’s a fairly polite little boy, unlike Charlie Brown who progressed from rebellious gremlin into depressed sad sack. In a comic strip full of extremes, Linus operates as a fluid middle piece that still steals the show.

Look at this boy! The two above strips are funny, but still kind of touch your heart. Here’s this young man who wants to catch stars in his pail, and badly wants to learn like the older kids on his street. How can you not fall in love with him?

All in all, a fantastic collection. This is the dawn of the golden age of Peanuts, I feel. It’s exciting to read through, because the hit to miss ratio is better than ever. And now I need to get through like three different Complete Collections (the black and white books with the dailies), but it’s hard to go back to them after getting through these vividly colored strips. The colors, the maneuvers that can only happen with the extra length, man the Sundays are great. Peanuts is great.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The Orbitron

The Orbitron is a custom car built by Ed Roth and feared lost until its rediscovery in Mexico in 2007

A second generation to Roth's original Beatnik Bandit, which was built in 1960, the Beatnik Bandit II features a one-of-a-kind fiberglass body with PPG lemon meringue pie paint, stylized Rat Fink designs on the sides, and chrome by Metal Masters of Salt Lake City, UT. 

Beatnik Bandit II includes many unique design features, including an electronic console which operates the digital instrument panel and other features such as a digital readout of the car's latitude and longitude. 

The lack of a rearview mirror is not a problem on this car. A "TV mirror" video monitor is mounted on the console with the actual camera mounted in the rear panel. The bubble top is also lifted electronically. 

Beatnik Bandit II was built entirely by Roth, who credits "Revelations from Father in Heaven" for his achievement. The car has been shown in major U. S. cities, including Boston, Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston, as well as in Yokohama, Japan.

The Beatnik Bandit

Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth was an artist, cartoonist, illustrator, pinstriper and custom car designer and builder who created the hot-rod icon Rat Fink and other characters. Roth was a key figure in Southern California's Kustom Kulture and hot-rod movement of the late 1950s and 1960s The Beatnik Bandit was one of his first creations from the early 1960s. It was built from a 1949 Oldsmobile, the chassis was shortened 5 feet, the Olds engine was given the classic hotrod look with GMC blower and twin carbys, everything was chromed except the blower belt. The white interior featured single joystick, that operated turning, throttle and braking. The bubble top was created using compressed air to inflate a sheet of plastic into a dome in a pizza oven. On display at the National Automobile Museum in Reno

Mysterion

Ed Roth built the Mysterion in 1963, he got the idea from the multi engine dragsters he had seen at the dragstrips. He combined two Ford engines, two transmissions, plus two welded rear ends for the foundation. It featured an offset headlight and the typical Ed Roth bubble top. On display at Galpin Auto Sports.

The Road Agent by Ed “Big Daddy” Roth.

Mysterion

Custom builder and artist Ed "Big Daddy" Roth completed the Mysterion in 1963. The bubbletopped custom featured a completely original fiberglass body and twin Ford big-block engines. The weight of the engines was too much for the frame to bear, and the Mysterion fell apart. Tribute versions have been built, including this precise replica from Galpin Auto Sports.

The Surfink

The Surfink, created by Mark Glaz as a tribute to Ed Roth and Ratfink, features a large Ratfink figure atop a surfboard complete with a blown V-8 engine.

The Orbitron

Built in 1964, the vehicle was powered by a 1955 or 1956 Chevrolet V8 and was backed by a Powerglide automatic transmission. The body was hand-laid fiberglass, hiding Roth's extensive chrome work to the chassis. The cockpit, set at the extreme rear of the vehicle in the manner of a dragster, was lined with fake fur and featured an 11-inch General Electric "1-Touch" portable television inserted in the console. Topping the cockpit was a custom-made, hydraulically operated Plexiglas bubble top. One of a series of ordinary doorbell push-button switches atop the hood activated the top from the outside.

Other mechanical features included a 1956 Chevrolet rear end, dropped Ford front axle beam, Buickbrake drums and early Ford brakes. The frame was handmade of rectangular 2x4 inch steel tubing. The engine was a leftover from one of Roth's 1955 Chevrolets, having been removed to make way for a then-new Mark IV big-block given to him by General Motors. It was one of the very few completed cars Roth deemed to be a "mistake" because he felt the car did not show well since the heavily chromed engine and most of the chassis were hidden. The Orbitron was, in fact, one of his few customs to have a hood. Reportedly, the hydraulically operated hood did not fit well due to rushed fiberglass work.

The vehicle's most distinctive feature was its asymmetrical front end with red, green and blue tinted headlamps. It was thought that the three beams when combined would produce an intense white light; the idea came from the then-new medium of color television.

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4069, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973582

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4066, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973591

The Baja Bandeeto

Custom car builder and renowned painter Fritz ‘Spritz By Fritz‘ Schenck recreated with his bubble top roadster; the Baja Bandeeto.