#and bitty check please thoughts

[ohyoufool]

Come one, come all It's happening again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one Except all of our friends But I still don't know How did it end?

How Did It End? - Taylor Swift x OMG Check Please

[harmonyrae]

Itty Bitty Titty Love

Synopsis: You’ve always been insecure of your chest size. Even an ass man appreciates nice tits… What if you’re no longer attractive to them when they see you for the first time? The boys are VERY eager to put your worries to rest.

AN: As a member of the itty bitty titty committee myself and realizing I can embrace my free will as an author, I wrote this for my itty bitty girlies. Also, it’s just hot imaging the boys thumbing nipples like thumbsticks on a gamepad. Cover picture is Queen Zendaya btw :)

Content Warnings: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus all basically try to suck your soul out through your tits, a shit ton of nipple play, they do be worshiping ya body, angst, body insecurities, medical references, mentions of plastic surgery, alcohol, explicit language, 18+ MDNI Word Count: 9.1k

“Your fingernails are going to fall off if you keep biting them like that.”

Zayne’s voice snapped you back to the present. He hadn’t even looked up from the folder in his hand. You drop your hand from your mouth and stuff both hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. You continue picking at your nails now that Zayne can’t scrutinize your bad habit.

“Stop picking at your nails.”

How does he always know? You remove them from your pocket and fold your hands in your lap. You squeeze your hands as tightly as you can to distract yourself. Zayne has been your doctor for some time, check-ups were not new, but your relationship is. You had officially become Zayne’s girlfriend a few weeks ago and while things were going well, you had both decided to take things slow when it came to anything physical. Making out and sleeping in the same bed while holding onto each other was as far as you’d gone.

“Go ahead and change into a gown, please.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a subtle gasp echoing in through the small office. You straighten up and clear your throat trying to cover up your embarrassment. Zayne looks up at you before placing the folder on his desk. He walks over and places his hands on either side of your thighs on the examination table. His thumbs lightly stroking your thighs to stop your jittery legs from shaking. 

“My love, you’ve been anxious all morning. What’s wrong?”

Your heart melts at his nickname for you, he’s always telling you how much he adores you. And he can always tell when you’re upset. He doesn’t back down until you talk to him and he can help you work through the problem. 

“It’s just… I didn’t think we would have to do a full exam. Usually you just listen to my heart and do a quick EKG.”

“Yes, but the last echocardiogram and MRI was a year ago. We need to check for any changes.”

A year ago, Zayne had been at a conference and you had done those exams with another doctor. You remember feeling awkward then, exposed and uncomfortable. But your heart condition had to be monitored thoroughly or you’d be let go from the Association so you dealt with it. But now, with Zayne back you were feeling a wave of anxiety that was… different. 

“Do I have to put on the gown?” 

Zayne cocked his head, scanning your face in an attempt to understand your worries.

“If your bra has any wiring it will disrupt the tests and damage the machine. It is also optimal for the electrocardiogram so we can place more electrodes and get a clearer reading. And the gel we use for the echocardiogram would ruin the fabric.”

He explained everything so effortlessly. Even if you had worn a wireless bra, which of course you didn’t because you needed all the help you could get, you would still have to remove it for the other tests. You felt your heart pound and your stomach drop as you thought about Zayne seeing you topless. And it wasn’t the “excited and sexy” kind of nervousness. 

You are not well-endowed, you just aren’t. You know there is nothing wrong with it, but when it comes to intimacy you always wonder if you’re too small and he won’t be satisfied. And with how Zayne always ends up kissing your collarbone and any sliver of exposed skin on your chest during your make out sessions, you were more anxious than you’ve ever been.

“Oh… okay.” Your voice barely above a whisper. 

Zayne tilts your chin up to look at him. His thumb traces your jaw.

“I promise to stay professional, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

You shake your head, the last thing you want him to think is you think he’d be unprofessional. 

“No, no… I’ll change, just… can I.. uhm…” 

Zayne catches on and straightens, slowly turning towards the door. 

“I’ll be back in 5 minutes, okay?”

You nod and watch him leave. You try to take a deep breath and your chest shakes. You finally stand and pull your hoodie over your head, folding it neatly before setting it on the chair next to the exam table. You turn to face the small mirror hung behind the door and reach behind to unclasp your bra. You tug the straps down and lift the padded cups away. As you fold your bra into as tiny a ball as possible, you stare at your bare chest. It’s not that your breasts were ugly, in fact, they were quite perky. Your rosy pink nipples hardening against the cool office air were… pretty? But no matter how many compliments you gave yourself, you still felt too small.

You sling the medical gown over your shoulders and tie the strings at the waist. After tucking your folded bra inside your hoodie, you sit back down on the exam table and wait for Zayne.

The door finally cracks open and you hear him call from outside the door.

“May I come in?”

You huff out a laugh and wrap your arms around yourself. 

“Yea, I’m ready.”

He enters with a small cart covered in a variety of machines. You recognize most of them. The wand of an ultrasound, the electrodes connected to wires neatly stacked by the monitor that would show the results. Zayne locks the wheels of the cart beside the table and motions for you to lie back. You hesitate and shift backwards slowly, finally settling back against the padded table, your hands still clenched around your waist. 

Zayne places a hand over yours and leans over to look down at you.

“It’ll be over before you know it, we’re not doing anything new.”

You give him a weak smile and watch him walk over to the small sink to wash his hands and put on gloves. He returns to your side and starts to undo the strings of the gown, your hands still somewhat in the way. As anxious as you are, you also notice how wet you’ve become. The thought of Zayne’s hands on your bare skin makes you clit throb. 

Just as he begins to pull the gown open you hear a muffled sob, you don’t even realize the sound came from your own mouth. Zayne immediately stops and moves to hover over your face, his gloved hands stroking your cheeks and wiping away tears - that you didn’t realize had started to fall. 

“This isn’t about the tests, is it? Please tell me what’s wrong. Please…”

His voice is gentle and you pinch your eyes closed, guilt washing over you. You should have talked to him about your insecurities sooner. You’re crying in his exam room, wasting his time with your emotions when he could be treating other patients. He takes hold of your hand and squeezes it gently. 

“For the moment, I’m not your doctor, I’m just Zayne. Tell me what’s going on, my love.”

You cover your face with your hand and take a deep breath knowing you have to get the words out quickly or you’ll crumble.

“I’ve always been self-conscious about my chest size. I barely have breasts and wear push up bras with padding to look normal but really I barely fill out an A cup. I know you like to kiss my chest and I feel like you’re going to be disappointed and I know this is a doctor's appointment and you’ll be professional but this is the first time you’re seeing my chest and I am embarrassed…” 

Your final words are a tad muffled as you struggle to get them out. You keep your eyes covered with your hand and let out a shaky breath. After a minute, Zayne pries your hand away and you open your eyes to look up at him. A gentle smile tugs at his lips and he holds onto both of your hands. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I do love to kiss your chest. And I can’t wait to savor every inch of your skin. Your breasts are perfect because they’re a part of you.”

More tears stream down your face and your heart hammers inside your chest. You are undeniably wet and aching to be touched, but your first time with Zayne would not be in his exam room. Even if it does give you major Grey’s Anatomy vibes and there are plenty of scenes you’d love to recreate - Zayne the Derek to your Meredith. 

“Let me see you darling, please.”

His whisper sends chills down your spine and you move your hands way letting him open the gown. He settles his hands on your waist right below your ribcage. You keep your eyes locked on his face, your chest heaves and you feel your nipples tighten. Zayne drops his eyes and lets out a soft breathy moan. His eyes snap back to yours.

“Will you allow me to be ‘just Zayne�� for another moment?”

You nod slowly, your face and chest feeling hot under his gaze. You watch as he lowers his head and places a kiss to your collarbone. Your weeping cunt is pulsating with anticipation. His lips lower and he kisses the center of your chest between your breasts. You feel his hot breath fan across your chest making your shoulders tremble. His hand splays across your stomach, you realize he removed his gloves, his skin caressing yours leaves you gasping. 

Then you feel his wet lips capture your nipple and you groan, louder than you intended. You clasp your hand over your mouth, but Zayne doesn’t stop. His tongue flicks over your sensitive peak and you arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him. His hand glides from your stomach to your other breast, his thumb pressing onto your neglected nipple. He rolls his thumb in a circular motion, sending your nerves into a frenzy. 

He switches sides and sucks your nipple into his mouth. His hand switches as well, his nimble fingers rolling your swollen nipple between them. You feel the cold metal on the clasp of his badge brush against your skin bringing goosebumps to the surface in an instant.

“Zayne… mhm god…”

He moans against you and the vibrations against your chest make your head spin. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug. He kneads your breast, letting his hand press and rub.

“If you don’t - ahh - stop, I’m gonna… fuck Zayne…”

He finally releases your nipple with a wet pop. He lifts his head to meet your eyes and looks at you over his smudged glasses. His face flushed, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple.  

“Your breasts are beautiful and I can’t wait…”

He places a kiss on each of your nipples while rubbing his hands down your waist. You shiver and lean your head back on the table.

“...to continue this at home. But for now, I think you should get dressed and speak to reception about rescheduling this appointment.”

You lift your head quickly and stare at him with wide eyes.

“Wait… why?”

He rises and closes your gown. He offers his hand and you take it, helping you sit up.

“Because I don’t think I’ll get an accurate reading after… my examination.”

You giggle and lift your hands to his face, pulling him closer to you. He leans in and kisses you without hesitation. You’ll never forget this moment. Zayne desired your body as it was, itty bitty titties included.

You knew a second bowl of hot pot was a bad idea, but it was so delicious and the weather was so cold you didn’t care. You cuddle up next to Xavier as you tip the bowl back, slurping down the warm broth. Xavier chuckles as he lifts a napkin to your chin, catching a droplet before it stained your sweater. 

“Thanks.”

Your mouth is full of noodles and meat as you speak, only making Xavier laugh harder. He sets down his third bowl and wraps an arm around you. A gust of cold air whips your hair across your face. Xavier quickly tucks the strand behind your ear. Your cheeks, flushed from the cold wind and hot soup, now burn hotter under his gaze.

“Thank you for coming to find me tonight.”

You lean your head onto his shoulder. You feel him let out a deep breath. When Jenna told you he had gone missing after his meeting with her, you immediately started looking for him. You knew he was getting close to catching a write up, but didn’t expect it to happen so soon. When you found him in your favorite spot, your heart broke.

The place where Xavier asked you to officially be his girlfriend a little over two weeks ago. An old bench on top of a hill that overlooked the entirety of Linkon - or almost all of it. The city lights glow and the stars shimmer against the dark indigo sky. During the spring the hill is covered in flowers, the grass a vibrant green in the summer months, in autumn crisp colorful leaves and when winter comes children love to use the steep slope to sled. You’d watched a whole year pass on this bench, talking with Xavier about anything and everything. And when he finally asked you to be his, you didn’t hesitate, pulling him into a kiss you’ve craved since you met him.

But tonight, you sat with him until the moon had fully risen. He told you about the meeting with Jenna. She had written him up for being reckless on his last mission. He had used himself as bait for the Wanderer and gotten himself badly injured. She had given him countless warnings, but finally had to put something in writing. You held his hand as he sat in silence.

“I know she had to, I’m not upset.”

You nodded, but you knew he was frustrated and embarrassed. He had once led a whole crew, held a position of authority, and been the one to hand out punishments. And now, he was receiving them. You knew he could have been promoted multiple times, but he always turned it down. He enjoyed the daily grind of fighting Wanderers. And he loved being your partner. 

Eventually, you heard his stomach growl. You dragged him down the hill to your bike and went to your favorite hot pot restaurant. It was just before closing so the owner offered to serve you as long as you sat outside so they could start cleaning the sitting area. And even though it was cold, you both agreed quickly, your hunger winning out over your comfort. Now you were sitting back, cuddled up next to Xavier with a full belly and wanted nothing more than to curl up with him on the couch for the rest of the night.

The drive home was slow, the road to your apartment complex was getting work done so you had to wait an extra 20 minutes waiting for a path to clear. Xavier had rested his head against your back, his hands wrapped around your waist. During the wait, he had shifted his hands to your hips. When he started rubbing circles into your lower back with his thumbs, you felt your heart skip. He shifted his hands under your sweater to touch your skin, continuing his massage. When he started to move his hands around to your stomach you stiffened. 

“I’m sorry…”

His voice was soft, barely audible through his helmet. You shook your head.

“No no, just unexpected is all.” He resumed rubbing his fingers along your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. 

By the time you had parked at your apartment, his hands had trailed down to your waistband caressing your stomach and dipping down to rub your inner thighs. You parked your bike and leaned back against him, letting out a sigh that fogged up your visor. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“Do you want to come up to my place?”

His voice had an edge to it, something dark and dangerously sexy. You nodded and you both dismounted and removed your helmets before heading into the building. While you were excited, you also felt a twinge of anxiety. Would this just be your usual make-out or did he want something more? And if he wanted something more… would he be disappointed in your body?

You’ve toyed around with the idea of a breast enhancement for years. You were barely 18 when you asked your grandma about it. She had shut down the idea immediately, telling you to wait until you were 25 and reconsider. You just felt so disproportionate, opting to wear baggy clothes. While you enjoyed being comfortable, you always felt like you were hiding.

Now, Xavier was holding your waist closely while the elevator made its slow ascent to his floor. You leaned back against him, his hands trailing lower, pulling your hips back against his groin. You grinded against him instinctively, your mind going blank as you felt his erection press against your ass. He groaned softly in your ear and kissed your neck.

The elevator door opened and Xavier raced forward, pulling you along by your wrist. You giggle as you stumble forward following him to his apartment door. He presses his thumb down and swings the door open dragging you inside. 

Once you were inside, his hands went to work removing your layers. Your thick winter coat falling to the floor behind you, your scarf, your gloves. You tug at his hoodie, watching him pull it over his head to reveal his firm torso, his abs tensing as his breathing becomes more labored. He kept kissing your lips, your neck, your hands - any skin he could reach. 

You collapse onto the couch with him, he crawls over you, settling between your thighs. His hands knead the flesh of your hips, your pants slipping down slightly to grant him more access to your bare skin. His hands start to move upwards towards the hem of your sweater and just as he slips beneath the thick fabric you gasp into his mouth. Your hand flying down from where you had been gripping his shoulder to stop him.

He jumps at your sudden movement, his hand frozen in place. He looks at you, his eyes hazy with lust. 

“I’m sorry, I thought… we’ll stop?”

His voice was gentle, but you could tell he was barely holding back… his kisses had been so intense. You stare at him with wide eyes, your fingers digging into his neck. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. 

He takes hold of your chin, sitting up on his knee. His gaze sends a burst of heat straight to your core. You wanted him so damn badly, but your stomach kept doing backflips. You were so uncertain how he would react to your body, would he act like he loved it but secretly be disappointed?

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?”

The concern in his voice makes you nearly choke on a sob. You shake your head furiously.

“No, not at all! I… uhm…”

“What is it, baby?”

You often rely on sarcasm and brush off delicate topics because you’d rather crawl in a hole than feel weak. So you take a deep breath and brace yourself.

“I just feel like I should warn you, I’m part of a committee.”

Xavier stares at you, his brows furrow. He leans over, resting his side against the back of the couch. He keeps one hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“The itty bitty titty committee. I have no tits basically and I think you’ll be disappointed, but I’m going to get a boob job in a few years once I’ve saved up enough so maybe –”

Before you can continue, Xavier clasps a hand over your mouth. He leans in close, his knee pressing against your core making you shiver. 

“I can promise you, I won’t be disappointed.”

You give him a look, a “sure, okay” look. He scoffs and proceeds to lift the hem of your sweater slowly. He presses his mouth to your ear, giving your earlobe a nibble.

“I think I should take a look. Decide for myself, yea?”

He lifts his hand from your mouth and looks at you, he waits for you to give him the go ahead. With a subtle nod, he lifts you up, his hands diving under the back of your sweater. He swiftly unhooks your bra and pulls it out from under your sweater, tossing it onto his coffee table. He lets you fall back down onto the couch before he lifts the front of your sweater and sticks his head underneath. 

“Xavier!”

You gasp and barely have time to register what’s happening when you feel it, his tongue pressed flat against your nipple. Your hips buck and you grind against the growing bulge in his pants. He groans as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive peak. His other hand reaches under to pinch your other nipple. 

You’re not sure why you expected him to be gentle. It felt like he was trying to suck your soul out of your breast and when he grazed his teeth against the tender flesh you nearly screamed. He nibbled and damn near made out with your breast. Without warning he switched sides, giving your other nipple the same treatment. 

“Oh oh oh ooohhh fuck…”

You were rolling your hips against him while arching your back trying to trap his mouth against your chest. He started squeezing your breasts, making your nipples strain and tighten even more. He opened his mouth even wider and licked your breast up and down, changing sides over and over and over. Your head was pressed so far into the cushion your neck was starting to ache. 

“Xav pleasepleaseplease oh god uh fuck ahh…”

He finally pulled his head out from under your sweater. He wasted no time lifting your sweater right off of your body, rolling it up and tucking it under your hips. He starts to unbutton your pants, but slows to lean forward and capture your nipple again with his mouth.

“Xavier god ahh..”

He mumbles against your breast, letting his lips drag across each peak as he switches sides as he speaks, never leaving your chest alone for a moment.

“Do you want more, baby girl?”

You tug at his hair forcing him to look up at you, his face flushed and sweat coating his chest.

“God yes… please Xav, please…”

He grins as he leans down and places gentle kisses to the center of your chest. He continues to work your pants off of you.

“Your tits are delicious honey, don’t you dare change a thing.”

You close your eyes and hold on for dear life as Xavier takes you for the first time. Your tiny titties were nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, he loved them. Now what to do with all that money you saved up for that surgery?

“If you don’t get your cute ass down here I’ll have to restart the movie and I’m already wet!”

Rafayel’s voice rings through the house. His tone was serious, but playful as ever. You knew he would restart the movie without complaints, he was just impatient. You stare at yourself in the mirror, pushing your breasts together, trying to retie your bikini top to make them appear larger, but nothing is working. 

You sigh and grab hold of the sink. You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves. When Rafayel suggested a movie night you were all for it. He had painted a portrait of a famous director's dog so he sent Rafayel a copy of his upcoming film. Getting a sneak peak at what is sure to be this fall’s most popular movie was enticing. But then Rafayel suggested making it a movie night by the pool. He had an outdoor screen and the old fashioned lights strung above the infinity pool would surely make the night magical. But as soon as he suggested it, your heart sank. He was so excited, so you didn’t refuse, but all day you’d been tense thinking about what you’d wear.

Your bright blue bikini was your favorite, simple but comfortable. The triangle top on most girls would probably not cover much, but for you it was relatively modest. Usually, you didn’t care what people thought. If you went to the beach, you wore your bikini and had a great time, end of story. But when it came to Rafayel, you suddenly felt… exposed and… lacking. 

When Rafayel asked you to be his girlfriend you didn’t even let him finish the question before jumping into his arms screaming yes. You had actually knocked him over, both of you falling into the fountain outside the aquarium. You spent 5 minutes laughing and just sat there. He held onto you, like he was afraid you’d drift away the moment you stood up. 

It hadn’t even been a week and the amount of times you had almost thrown caution to the wind and dropped to your knees just to get a taste… Yeah, this is concerning. And you can tell Rafayel is feeling the same way, the way he holds onto you and kisses your neck. He wants to leave his mark and make sure everyone can see it. The various hickeys on your neck and shoulders were more than enough to send a clear message to your coworkers and friends.

You both had been dancing around the conversation of being intimate. You wanted it to be natural, but you also felt so self-conscious you weren’t sure you’d ever be ready. Maybe you can just tell him you love doggy and he won’t have to see your chest? But every time you tried to turn around in bed he would hold you tighter, wanting to face you and feel your cheek against his chest. 

You grabbed one of Rafayel’s t-shirts out of his dresser and tugged it on. You knotted the excess fabric at the hip, but kept the chest loose. You swept your hair into a messy bun on the top of your head and jogged down the stairs and towards the backyard. 

You could hear the ocean from his yard, the constant crashing of the waves against the shore had become your favorite sound - besides Rafayel’s singing. You could hear him humming to himself while he prepared mixed drinks at the bar next to the pool. His swim trunks were fitted, showing off his adorable ass and leaving nothing to the imagination. You could feel your core start to pulse. 

You cross your arms over your chest and approach the bar, silently slipping onto one of the bar stools. You clear your throat dramatically.

“Bartender! I’d like to order please!”

Rafayel jumped and clicked his tongue as he turned around.

“That’s not funny! I could have dropped a glass.”

His pout made your smile hurt your cheeks. He strolled over and placed a hurricane glass in front of you. The glass is lightly frosted from the blended drink. Bright blue slushy at the bottom with a yellow layer on top, a slice of pineapple on the rim next to a straw. 

“A Rafayel special. I just had leftover stuff from the party last weekend, so this is… uhh… unique. It’s basically a Blue Hawaiian on the bottom with a Pina Colada on top. All made with Rum, so we are not mixing liquors. Learned the hard way about that one…” 

You lean forward and take a sip, the sweet and sour combo makes your lips pucker and eyes squeeze shut. When you open your eyes, you see Rafayel staring at you, waiting for a verdict.

“It’s sour, I like it! What will you call it?”

He tilts his head, lifting his hand to his chin. You let your eyes drift while he is distracted, his broad shoulders tapering down to a tight waist. His abs defined and glistening with water, you guess he had already jumped in, maybe to test the temperature? You sigh and when you return your eyes to his face, you see he is looking at you with a smug grin.

“You’re staring, cutie.”

You scoff and take another sip of your drink, the sour aftertaste hits you like a brick. You shake your head and hop off the bar stool, taking your drink with you as you walk around the edge of the pool. You hear Rafayel following you. 

“So you have the movie ready?”

Rafayel hums and plants his hands on your hips. You lean back against him and breathe in his sweet scent, he always smelled like the ocean in the best way. It made your head spin. You feel him take your drink from your hand and set it on a nearby table. You close your eyes and sway with him. Unfortunately, you picked the wrong moment to trust him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and lunged into the pool dragging you with him. 

He’s lucky the water is warm or you’d have slapped him silly. You wiggle against his grasp, the water dragging you down. But just as quickly as you sank to the bottom, you are being pulled to the surface. You slap Rafayel’s arm as you surface, spinning around to splash him.

“Rafayel! You little shit!”

Rafayel laughs and splashes water back at you. He finally grabs your waist and pulls you back to him, his lips finding yours in an instant. You taste Rum on his lips, he always did prefer to drink it straight, only opting to drink “pretty drinks” when he was with you. The spicy undertones linger as he dips his tongue into your mouth. You moan as his tongue tangles with yours. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as his hands reach down to position your thighs around his waist. 

You’re nearly delirious when you finally pull back, his mouth moving to your neck while you catch your breath. 

“Did you even put the movie in? Or are you - fuck… are you —”

He cuts you off by kissing you once more. He pulls back just enough to mumble against your mouth.

“We can watch the movie, if you want. Or we can… make one ourselves?”

You let out a loud moan as he bites your lower lip. His hands move to palm your ass before tucking his fingers under your shirt, pulling up slowly. You pull back, tearing your mouth away, and reach for his hands. His eyes are full of surprise which slowly morphs into fear.

“What happened? What did I do?”

You shake your head, holding his face in your hands. 

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything, I’m sorry.”

You remove your legs from around his waist and he reluctantly lets go of your hips. You swim to the edge and hoist yourself up to sit with your legs in the water. You immediately tug on your shirt so it won’t cling to your body. Rafayel swims over and stands up, the water only to his stomach, he crosses his arms and rests his forearms on your knees. 

“What’s up cutie? What happened there?”

You try to laugh it off and pinch his cheek playfully.

“I told you, it’s nothing. I just… I was surprised, that’s all.”

His nose scrunches up and he tilts his head.

“It’s a surprise I want my hands all over you? We’ve been like this all week, what changed tonight? Something definitely changed.”

He’s right. All week if you weren’t kissing him, you were hugging him, if you weren’t hugging him you were holding his hand, if you weren’t holding his hand you were touching him in some way. And he was doing the exact same to you. The only difference was how exposed you were, how little clothing you had on. You were afraid, afraid he wouldn’t be as attracted to you once he saw how small your breasts were. Although you believe he is an ass man, his hands always found a way to hold onto you there, you still felt inadequate. 

He tapped your forehead and you looked up, blinking at him slowly.

“You’re thinking about it, but not saying it. Out with it, beautiful.”

He leans on your legs, his face inches from your own. He has the faintest hint of a pout and you hate how easily you fold for that little lip. Your fiddle with your fingers, uncertain what to do with your hands. Finally you sigh and meet his eye.

“I don’t have much going on… with my chest. It’s like I never went through puberty or something cause I just… I don’t have… I don’t want you to be disappointed.” 

You feel your cheeks burn and you lift your hands to cover your face. When you feel the pressure of Rafayel’s arms on your legs disappear your stomach drops. Then you feel his hands around your wrists, slowly pulling your hands away. You keep your eyes cast downwards and shift uncomfortably on the tile beneath you. 

“Cutie?”

His gentle voice warms you from the inside out and you look up at him. His beautiful smile is contagious and you feel the corners of your mouth tip upwards. You huff out a laugh, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“I have never, can never, will never be disappointed in you. Your body makes me…”

He pauses, his hands sliding up your thighs. You instinctively spread your legs for him to slide his waist between them. 

“It makes me… fuck… I feel like I’m on fire. I just want to hold you and touch you…”

His hands continue up your thighs to your hips, his fingers gently lifting the hem of his shirt away from you. He caresses the skin of your stomach, and you’re thankful you're already wet from the pool because your cunt is practically weeping for him.

“Take this off, I want to see you.”

You hesitate for a moment, but finally lift your hands to undo the knot at your waist. You tug at the shirt and pull it over your head, the fabric heavy with water. You drop the shirt to the ground, and round your shoulders, you don’t even realize you’re pushing your breasts together in an attempt to plump them up. When Rafayel grabs your shoulders you practically yelp and look up at him, confused. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t push them together.”

You close your eyes and roll your shoulders back, relaxing them and force yourself to stay still. 

“That’s my job.”

His voice was deeper, a rasp to it that caught you by surprise, just like his hands which cupped your breasts and squeezed them. You lurch forward and gasp. You’re uncertain if you are surprised or angry, but as he begins to flex his hand pushing his palms harder against your nipples you can’t remember. 

“Raf…”

He drops his hands and leans in, kissing your neck. 

“May I?” 

His hands travel up your back and he fiddles with the strings of your top. Your chest rises and falls faster as his eyes stay locked on yours. You nod and lift your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You can feel him untie your top, both at your back and behind your neck. Your body is pressed against his, his hand snakes up your stomach to grab a hold of the fabric and rip it away from your body. The feeling of your tense nipples pressed against his bare chest sends another shockwave through your body. 

He shifts his mouth, kissing your jaw, your neck, your shoulders - his hot mouth leaving a trail of saliva behind as he tastes every inch of your skin. One of his hands lifts and squeezes your breast, lifting it to his mouth. His teeth roll your nipple between them, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you press your hips forward suddenly. With your core pressed against his stomach, he holds you up with a hand to your back, his other hand squeezes and tugs at your breasts lining it up perfectly with his mouth. 

You arch your back, your hands rake through his hair and down the back of his neck. He moans as your nails start to dig in. He bites down a little harder and you cry out.

“Fuck fuck ahh fuck Rafayel I… please…”

As he repositions and shifts to massage your neglected breast, he whispers against your skin.

“Fuck… you’re so sensitive. How does this feel?”

He flicks his tongue over your nipple over and over and over and you whimper as your eyes roll back. You’ve never realized how sensitive your nipples were. How just the slightest touch was sending you into a frenzy. Maybe it’s because you were so worried about your size that you just never let anyone touch you this way. But right now, you were convinced he could make you come without even touching your pussy. 

“Please don’t stop, fuuuuck, do that faster…”

He closes his mouth around you and sucks, his tongue never stopping. He no longer needed to hold your breast to his mouth as you were arching into him. He dropped his hand to your core, putting pressure on your clit through your bikini bottoms. You rolled your hips and spread your legs wider, desperate for him to do more. But instead of doing more, he pulled back, releasing your breast and putting less pressure on your throbbing clit. You whimper again, dropping your head to look at him. His smile was wider than ever.

“You are… so goddamn beautiful. Your moans nearly made me lose my mind…”

You feel your cheeks warm. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck, letting your fingernails lightly scratch his skin. He shivers and tucks his hands under your ass, lifting you and pulling you into the pool with him. He lowers himself into the water with you, your legs wrapped around him once more. His arms holding you flush against him. 

“Your body is my sanctuary, never forget that, okay?”

You nod, resting your forehead against his. He didn’t see your body in parts, he saw it as a whole and he was obsessed with every single inch. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you. And he did, until you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Why oh why did you agree to go with Sylus to this gala? You already stuck out like a sore thumb in his world, but this? This is torture. 

Sylus made light conversation with the seamstress as she took his measurements for a new custom suit. You couldn’t help but notice how she touched him, her hand lingering longer than it needed to. When she took his waist measurement he made a joke and she put a hand on his fucking chest. You had bit your lip so hard you could taste blood. And now she was leaning close to him asking irrelevant questions when she should have scurried back to her desk. The gala was in two days and she was standing there talking about wine? You shift uncomfortably on the plush sofa. You just wanted to go home.

The seamstress eyed you for a moment, her eyes trailing down your body. That look, you were becoming quite used to it. Being the woman on Sylus’s arm brought you a lot of unwanted attention and judgment. 

You straightened your leather jacket, checking the zippers to make sure they were fastened properly. It was unbearably hot in the boutique, but you didn’t want to take off your jacket. Sylus had surprised you after you got off work, picking you up for dinner and, apparently, shopping for the gala. If you had known, you would have worn your good bra and a shirt that highlighted your waist and distracted from your smaller than average chest.

You’d learned all the tricks of the trade by now. Spending money on a good push-up bra was better than stuffing a mediocre one and risking tissues falling out. You only ever cared when it came to dating, at work you wore a basic sports bra or bralette. Wanderers don’t care that you have tiny titties, they just have to die. 

Before Sylus had started getting serious about his intentions with you, you didn’t care how you looked for him either. But after a few months of joining him as “security” for his deals or him tagging along on a mission, you had fallen so hard for him it was damn near painful. You still remember the day, about 3 weeks ago, when you finally asked him to date officially. You kept waiting for him to ask you, but eventually you got impatient and asked him. His smile was radiant that day and honestly every day since. 

You had agreed to take things slow and try to figure out a plan for your relationship first before getting physical.. His position and your job made things… complicated. But you couldn’t deny the fact you found it pretty hot that you were hiding it. You were enjoying the time you had with him, where no one from your world was judging him. Sadly, you couldn’t escape everyone in his world judging you.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me?”

Sylus’s voice breaks through the white noise in your head and you blink at him. He chuckles and sits down next to you. He leans back and wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“I said now it’s your turn.”

You tense, your eyes snapping to the seamstress. She looked at you expectantly, her hand on her hip and her lips set in a crooked smirk. You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall down her body. Her voluptuous hips and, god, she had a nice rack. She had that hourglass figure that you’d only ever dreamed of. You could see it now, she wraps the measuring tape around your chest and chuckles under her breath. She’d probably mutter something like “Is that all there is?” and you’d want to crawl in a hole.

“Oh, I don’t need to, I have something.”

Sylus raises a brow in surprise. He sits up and leans closer to you, resting his arm on his knees. You cross your arms over your chest and smile innocently. 

“This is a black tie event, kitten. Is it a floor length gown?”

You bite your lip. You definitely did not have a floor length gown. When would you ever need a floor length gown? Well right now, that’s when. You feel your cheeks warm as you glance between Sylus and the seamstress. 

“I’ll circle back in a few minutes and see if she’s ready then.”

That voice is so sickeningly sweet, too sweet, she’s laying it on thick. All “I’m happy to help” and “let me know what you need” and all that bullshit. You cringe and watch her leave. 

“If you don’t want your measurements taken, then you can just try on some dresses.”

You turn to face him and fight to keep your emotions hidden. You did not want to try on anything here. They’d have nothing for you and it would be too expensive.

“We really don’t have to do this, I can make what I have work. Don’t worry. How about we head back to the base? I bet Luke and Kieran are still trying to figure out that puzzle box we got them.”

Sylus leans in further, his nose brushing yours. He takes your chin in his hand.

“I can always tell when you’re lying, sweetie. Care to try that again?”

You scoff and try to pull your face out of his grasp, but he holds firm. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You feign ignorance once again and Sylus chuckles. It’s a deep chuckle, laced with something almost sinister. While you were trying to figure out what he's thinking he grabs onto your waist and lifts you, dragging you over to straddle his lap. You squeal and try to push back to stand up, but Sylus’s grip is too strong.

“Sylus! This isn’t appropriate!” 

Sylus pulls you forward. Your hands press against his chest as you fall onto him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, placing soft kisses behind your ear. You stop resisting for a moment and close your eyes, enjoying the affection. But when you open your eyes, you spot the busty seamstress glaring at you. Green really isn’t her color.

“Sylus, stop, this isn’t –”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

He runs his hands over your thighs and you hold your breath. When he squeezes your ass your composure crumbles. You slap his chest and push back, you’re sure your face is on fire with how it’s burning. 

“Little miss perfect body is staring and I just want to go home, okay? Just let me go!”

Sylus leans back to look you in the eye. He scans your face, trying to figure out where this outburst came from. 

“Little miss perfect body?” He repeats your words slowly. 

Your temper was reaching a boiling point. You were overheated in your jacket, the seamstress was staring daggers at you, Sylus’s hands on your body was making your head swim and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you and hold you. You were overwhelmed and were seconds away from running out of the boutique without Sylus.

“Round ass, perfect tits, tiny waist. Can fit into any dress she wants and fill it out perfectly?”

Sylus stares at you with wide eyes. His mouth hangs open, but he says nothing.

“You know, the kind of woman people expect to be hanging off your arm? Not someone like me who can never find a dress that fits both my hips and chest because I was blessed with thick thighs but tiny tits and I can afford alterations for every dress I buy, so I just don’t bother.”

You couldn’t stop your rant. You tried to keep your voice steady and avoid yelling, but your heart was pounding and you felt that familiar sting in the back of your throat. You’d rather die than cry in the middle of a high end boutique.

“I don’t have anything to wear to the damn gala and I don’t want that bitchy seamstress to take my measurements and mock my fucking chest size. I want to leave, please Sylus.”

Sylus doesn’t hesitate to lift you off of his lap, helping you stand up. You straighten your jacket and grab your bag off the floor. You rush to the door and fling it open. Sylus thanks the seamstress and follows you out. You reach his bike and get in the driver seat. Sylus doesn’t say a thing and just hands you the keys once you finish securing your helmet. He climbs on the back and wraps his arms around you as you take off. 

You’re sure you broke several laws trying to get to the Onychinus base, but you didn’t care. You wanted to crawl into your bed and cry. As soon as you parked Sylus’s bike and yanked off your helmet, you stalked into the mansion heading straight for your room. But before you could turn to walk down the hallway leading to your room, you felt your feet lift off the ground. You were tossed over Sylus’s shoulder, his arm holding your legs.

“Sylus! Put me down! Now!”

Sylus remained silent as he carried you through the mansion, he went straight for his room and you felt your stomach twist. You pounded on his back and kept shouting for him to put you down. Which he didn’t do until you were in his room with the door closed. You stumble as you regain your balance. He holds your shoulders as he looks down at you. 

“You’re not leaving until you talk to me.”

You cross your arms and you know you’re pouting, but you just don’t care. He leans down to be at eye-level with you. 

“Sweetie, please. Do you really feel this way about your body?”

Tears well up and you can’t blink them away fast enough, they spill over and roll down your cheeks. You bite your lip and stare at your feet. Sylus moves his hands from your shoulders to your face, his palms warming your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears. 

“My chest is too small, my hips are too big, I don’t fit… I don’t fit in here… with you. Everyone at these galas or auctions are stunning and their bodies are so gorgeous, I don’t –”

He cuts you off, his voice has a sharp edge.

“If you think I look at any other woman… Why would I trade a diamond for a lump of coal?”

You stare at him, eyes wide, your mind reeling. Sylus trails his hands down your neck, to your shoulders before settling on your waist.

“Your body is the only thing I truly crave in this world. More than money or gems. Every moment I am with you is pure bliss. You are my world and you are not going to speak about your body like this. Not anymore.”

You gasp and take a deep breath, your bottom lip still quivering. Sylus reaches for the zippers of your jacket and you tense.

“Let me prove to you that your body deserves to be worshiped.”

You feel a heat course through your veins. 

“Okay.”

He unzips your jacket and circles behind you to tug at the sleeves. He tosses your jacket on the couch and proceeds to lift your tank top. You stand before him in one of your tried and true bralettes, nothing fancy and definitely not supportive, but the lace feels nice. His fingers trace over the delicate pattern sending shivers down your spine. He tucks his fingers under the hem and you raise your arms for him to remove it.

When you’re finally standing in front of him, your chest bare, he takes your hand and pulls you over to the bed. He sits on the edge and holds you in front of him. He places his hands over your ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. You rest your hands on his forearms, taking a deep breath. 

“Close your eyes.”

You stare at him and open your mouth to argue, but he gives you a warning look. You close your eyes and try to relax your body, but not knowing what he is going to do is making you more anxious and tense. Your forehead starts to hurt from pinching your brows together and you start to wonder if you should have taken some pain relief before starting this… whatever this is… but then Sylus’s mouth presses against your skin. You gasp and grip his arms tighter. He places gentle kisses to the center of your chest, inching closer to your nipples with each kiss. He kisses around your nipple, his nose rubbing against the sensitive flesh making your knees buckle. He leans back and you open your eyes and look down at him, his smile is breathtaking. 

“Turn around.”

You obey instantly, turning around and letting him guide you to sit on his lap. He holds onto your waist as he shifts backwards onto the bed. He settles you between his legs and you lean back against his chest. He places kisses to your neck, sucking and nibbling along the way. His hands rubbing your stomach before he lifts them to fully cup your breasts. 

“Lean your head back and keep your eyes closed for me, angel.”

You do as you’re told, the feeling of his palms pressing against your nipples sending jolts of electricity straight to your clit. You rest your head against him and take slow and steady breaths. His hands shift and you’re about to whine, but then you feel his fingertips press against your nipples. You gasp and push your chest out, his fingers start to move more rapidly, massaging your nipples faster and faster. Rolling the tight buds in circles and occasionally flicking them with his fingernail. You arch your back and moan.

“Ahh… Sy fuck –”

He changes his pace, on one side he pinches and twists while the other he continues to massage and roll and flick. He dips his head down to place kisses to your neck. He switches back and forth over and over, his kisses getting messier as you wiggle against him in ecstasy. He finally sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, the combination of pleasure and pain pushes you over an edge. You reach your hands back and grab onto the back of Sylus’s neck. You can’t catch your breath, his fingers moving at a relentless pace making your nipples tender and swollen. 

“Sylus - ngh - so sensitive ahh…”

He stops suddenly and you sigh, but then he lifts you and stands. He sits you down on the bed and crawls on top of you, you inch backwards on the bed until he grabs your hips to stop you. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and you grunt, the bud already overworked. You fist his sweater and tug, you feel the vibration of his laugh against your skin. He releases you for a moment to remove it, his bare chest rests on your stomach. His mouth continues to suck and lick at your nipples, the skin surrounding them and all along the space between. You glance down for just a moment to see your chest littered with marks. You roll your hips and Sylus groans. He hauls himself up and settles his elbows beside your head, his bare chest colliding with yours. 

“You deserve to be worshiped, ravaged, feasted upon…”

He captures your lips with his and kisses you hard, his tongue slipping through your lips in an instant. His warmth seeps through you. You feel like you’re wrapped in a safety blanket. 

“I am more than happy to remind you of that every day, until the end of time if I have to.”

You let out a strangled gasp, a tear slipping down your cheek. He kisses the tear away and presses more gentle kisses all over your face. You know you’ll still have days where you feel self-conscious, but you believe Sylus. He won’t let you forget how precious and desirable you are to him. And you can’t wait to watch him prove it every day, until the end of time.

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 25/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@esmailsadeh ha chiesto: Kyri I have a question...please don't end your amazing masterpiece (LMK AU) there are literally a ton of people that love it , so why must you end it? please reconsider for your fans >.<

The question is... why must I end it? Well cause it's a story and I don't like unfinished fics ahah.

@oddogoblino ha chiesto: Sorry, random dumb thought Think that Wukong or MK would go "kachow" when they're tryna look attractive for their respective partners? 😭 Imagining Macaque or Redson being really into admiring their partners just for their idiot to go "aha, ✨ Kachow ✨ " when showing off intentionally LMAO

haha well they could!

@meisawkwardashecc ha chiesto: Are shadowpeach switches?

Macaque is mostly the top

@anidiotkid ha chiesto: So, does Wukong or MK ever get cramps? And if so, how do they deal with it? (...totally not projecting here 😭)

yes they do! Wukong is a drama queen. MK will neglect his meds until he faints. (and then proceed to be scolded by Mei)

@captain-space-kin ha chiesto: Okay so, I happened upon the Shadowpeach bio parents au update today and then binge read the whole thing instead of doing college work. And I just wanted to say watching your art grow and change is really encouraging to me as an artist. I often times get stuck thinking my art isn’t improving “fast enough”, but seeing the progress you’ve made over the course of comic is really cool! And it also kinda making me want to try out making comics finally. Anyway! Love your art, and I’m very excited to see how the rest of goes!

Thank you!!

@itzlilith32 ha chiesto: Hello kyri, I just came here to say that I really love your Au. Lmk was already consuming my life since I discovered it like a year and a few months ago. And now I also have your Au consuming my everyday, but I wouldn't have it any other way. :3 I've discovered your au like between part 2 and 3 I think, so a while ago. And it's been the most fun rollercoaster of emotions I've been on. I like everything about it, from your art to the storytelling, I honestly can't put into words how much I love it ^^ Since we're in part 9, and the final from what you said, I wanted to say this. These past months have been wonderful, from discovering this au and seeing how it evolved, to now, where we're near the end. Although, correct me if I'm wrong, but I have a tiny bitty feeling that this is just the end of a big chapter. And I can't wait to see what happens next. :D 🫶

Awww thank youuu!!

@virtualjellyfishcolor ha chiesto: uh kyri…. did macaque hear all that…?like uh mk and redson..

Luckily his powers were still too weak. He most likely WILL hear what might happen in the future

@busterwarrior2099 ha chiesto: So what's going to happen to Li Jing and heaven now? Because I bet mk and the others are not going trust them again after the stunt they try to pull by kidnapping the guy who defeated the bull demon king,the lady bone demon,azure lion and prevented the world to end all because they learn about his heritage so yeah not a good impression at all

I have... plans.

@kid-of-chaos ha chiesto: Kyri will we get to see the mini monkeys at the Coronation or just around in general again I miss my gremlin friens :d

aww we can bring some of those little guys yes

@blairjojo ha chiesto: yo Kyri are u gunna make this into a full comic and publish it edventioaly (I need to buy it) @amyrosewithoutshadow ha chiesto: Hello! Brazilian fan here! How are you? First of all, love your art. Really, it makes me fell so safe and happy when I see it. Second, do you plan on doing a book or a web comic book with all the parts together when you end the Bio Dads au? I Would die for having the comic in hands and read it when I want and can. Thank you 💕

maybe, not now though (I don't have the time). I need mods and people who help me with the logistic first and a lot of planning

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: Your art is so genuinely great that I accidentally got invested in these fictional characters that I don't know just so I could see more of it. So like yeah, good job. I stumbled into it a few days ago and have re-read it like at least 3 times now and every time I get to the giant-kaiju Shrek 2-reference song-sequence I just feel an emotion that is very intense but that I have no idea how to quantify. I think the emotion is positive but there's also such a deep incredulity to it. It is glorious and unhinged and I am absolutely here for it. Loving whatever the hell this whole AU is, you have made me care very intensely about characters from a show I did not know nearly anything about. I've pieced together enough lore to understand enough of what is happening but you have made me want to actually watch the show.

awww tysm!!!

@gtuguzbuzbu ha chiesto: Will Wukong ever know what happened down there? Like he sorta knows that Mama got himself hurt but he doesn't know what exactly happened.

yeah Macaque eventually told him everything and he was condemned to 2 days in the hug-prison

@lordmageofart ha chiesto: Wait.. this instantly hit me but I have to ask! Is Macaque gonna Courtnap Wukong again? Will Wukong try yet fail to courtnap just to show Macaque he loves him? Or is it just going to be like a normal conversation like their normal people? (Probably won't be the last one but I still have to ask)

nah this time they just want to go straight to the point

@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!

Thank youu!!!

@classystudentmugdonut-blog ha chiesto: Hello I just want say I love your work I keep rereading it from the beginning even though I should be resting I got sick but anyways I want to who is YOUR MOST favorite in this lmk

MK. he is baby

@cranberrychaos ha chiesto: Considering you now got red bubble merch of the shadowpeach au... would you ever consider us paying to you to color in our favorite scenes from the comic? I got a couple I'd like to see colored and have in my house or wallpaper 😭

I don't take commissions

@redsontheredbull ha chiesto: Do you have a lady bone demon design?

mmm not really.

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Do you think Red (or DBK) would get offended if people used cow/bull terms? Like bullshit? Or if they are driving and pass by a cow farm? Stuff like this pops into my head a lot and I wanted to know what you would think because all I can imagine is Red Son come face to face with a cow and it being so awkward 😭😭 Bye <3

mmm i think so.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I honestly think it would be funny to see how confused people would be if they just started being nice to each other, with no context as to how or why (Not like all their problems are fixed nice but just treating each other a bit better after their talk)

LOL i think everyone is either confused or glad they finally resolved their sexual tension

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Since Wukong is trans can he get pregnant too?!? Is this something he and Macaque have to worry about?!?

yes he can get pregnant.

@vivian-devoid ha chiesto: "kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀" WAIT WHAT?! I nearly choked on my water(stay hydrated) when the hell did this happen!?

the day before the brotherhood tried to take over heaven

@sleeo-goos10 ha chiesto: Hi kyri! Thank you for everything?! Just wanted to ask if you have other comics you plan on making once lmk is over aside from sky❤️

first i finish the sky comic, then I'll see

@violetcookie2007 ha chiesto: Do you personally have anymore nicknames for Shadow peach or Spicy noodles? I like all the ones you have in the comic and think they are all very cute and was wondering if you have any more. Also I love you art!

mmm not really. im open for suggestions

@gaybirdlovescrackers ha chiesto: How does it feel to singlehandedly keep a fandom afloat. To keep it trending by pure gay.

it feels illegal to hold this power

@steadylandface ha chiesto: Are we gonna get a Spicynoodles child in the future 👀

Yes, go watch Ninjago Pilot episode 1

@lonelydarkrai ha chiesto: Is there anyone dubbing your comics?

lots of folks are dubbing my comic.

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: I suppose now is as good of a time as any to wonder if this means Red Son has accidentally left his jacket with MK. Just like, as a concept.

oooohh yes

@nocturnaldaydreamer ha chiesto: Oh no, realized this a little while ago... But MK is not only the son of the Monkey King, but is gonna be crowned a Celestial Prince. Red Son and MK better be careful, there might be some crazies out there trying to Courtnap him...

Red son will be hissing like a cat to anyone who tries to come closer

@leve4ever ha chiesto: If season 6 comes out will you make more shadowpeach bio parents au?

yeah why not.

@nomadiclegends ha chiesto: 四耳孫小天 ...so is it pronounced "Sì'ěr Sun Xiǎotiān" ??? my mandarin's pretty weak sauce and I'm curious 😶

yes

@this-one-gay-person ha chiesto: For the LMK bio parents au is there like a specific post schedules?

every other day at 1Pm ET

@anxiety-beans ha chiesto: I need you to know that this comic is what converted me into a Shadowpeach shipper. It altered my brain chemistry, I swear.

let's goooooooo

@bonbonfoxyton ha chiesto: A little late asking this buut I'm curious, how did courtnaping go between macaque and Wukong exactly? Is it okay if you'd explain it, it's a 100% okay if you don't want to since I read your boundaries thing and everything to make sure your good with this question

I'll let the fans picture how it happened

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Have you thought of putting your fan comics ISAT: Sky CotL AU and LMK: ShadowPeach Bio Parents AU, on a different website? like tapas

you can't publish fan-comics on Tapas

@the-immortal-restless ha chiesto: Do you think that Macaque or Wukong’s hair ever falls forward? Like MKs does on purpose because style but like… Wukong and Macaque both have the longer fur so does it stay out of their face or does it fall forwards something in your au/opinion? (Petition for Wukong and Macaque to be Mukong… because if sun Wukong is swk then Mukong is MK!)

I think it could, maybe they use gel?

@wolfsbanex-x ha chiesto: KYRIII!!! Hello, I love your art so much. I just want to say that stream where you talked about motivation was very inspiring! I LOVE your comic so much, it’s been a shoulder for me whenever I have had a rough day. I hope you continue to gift us with even more amazing art (sorry if I’m rambling here). YOU CAN DO THIS!!! WHOOO!!!!☺️🥳

Thank you!!

@eneska31 ha chiesto: so we know when MK got his court napping thoughts, when did Redson get his? and can we see what happens in his POV in like a small comic at some point? p.s I absolutely love your art and this comic has brought me so much joy ☺️💛🐵

After MK called him beautiful

@factmeegg ha chiesto: Okay question, When first made this fan comic or whatever. What were your thoughts on this when you first started up to now?

that it would have been a really short and silly thing

@mischiefmelody ha chiesto: Question! Will MK be in his monkey or human form for his coronation? Either way he'll be gorgeous but I wanna knowwwww

He'll be in monkey form

cherrummi ha chiesto: After reading the latest update, I made an animation, but apparently asks don’t support video sooo here’s some key frames instead (I’m going to post my full animation in my blog, so if you’re interested you could check it out): Also: Will something like this happen in the story? 👆 How traditional is DBK and PIF would you say, comparing them to traditional human families? Could you give more insight on demon etiquette or courtnapping? Thank you so much for making art! It’s incredible! ❤️

uhh yeah in a way

they are very traditional, but they know when to put some traditions aside in sake of Red Son happiness

Courtnapping rooms are a must, old schools courtnapping usually last around a year but now days it's at best 2 weeks. The courtnapped person must consent and if not they can leave. The courtnapper must provide everything for their partner, including their hobbies, favourite food, family visits, etc… (it's basically a pre-dating very complex honeymoon

@huntershyperfixation ha chiesto: Your art is beautiful and the lmk fandom adores you ☆

ADFZBFD AGAER THANK YOU

@ithinkimprobablyweird ha chiesto: What is mk in the au? Like gay bi pan or something else?

Demisexual, trans masc, bi.

@cryptoknightpatch ha chiesto: Hi lol I’m curious did you come up with the court-napping idea by yourself or was it actually anything referencing Jttw?

it's a fan headcanon of the LMK fandom

@axtonorian ha chiesto: First up, I LOVEE YOUR ART Its really fun to look at and aesthetically pleasing in my opinion. Second I know Wukong had/has nightmares about Mk but what about Mac? And even if it all worked out in the end would his nightmares about those two get worse after everything that just happened?

he sometimes dreams of hurting him. a lot of cuddles ensue everytime he wakes up with wukong close by

@jinxdrawsstuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Just wanted to pop in real quick and say thank you for your Shadowpeach AU <3 it’s getting me through my first college year, every update makes my day a lot better!

you're welcome!

[waterthatsmoe]

You're a short motherfucker and

Nobody likes you

SHORT!

Everybody says "Look how fucking short that guy is"

And that stops you from forming meaningful relationships

And when you were born, everybody thought

That you were just a head, but then the doctor said"Wait, this stupid muthafuckin' tiny short ass

Baby got a tiny little itty bitty body and I hate it"

Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked figure

Perception check, please

You perceive the figure was so short because it was EPEL. (It's always epel.)

[starry-bi-sky]

Snippets for my Clone^2 Au that I thought was funny...

in incorrect quotes style format (Clone^2 = Both my Clone Damian Au and Clone Bruce Danny aus combined)

Snippet 1: Danny and Damian meeting for the first time

Danny, avoiding Damian's katana: I don't wanna know who made you I don't wanna know who made you I don't wanna know who made you Danny: pleASE STOP TRYING TO STAB ME

------- Snippet 2: Danny and Damian meeting (Alternative)

Bby Damian: gets dropped off in the ONE city where his dad's clone is Danny, internally: damn I don't wanna know who made you

Danny: alright little buddy, lets -- *blocks Damian's sword* please don't stab me -- let's get you something to -- *blocks Damian's sword* please don't stab me -- something to EAT

------------- Snippet 3: Danny checking out books in the library Librarian: oh, are you trying to learn arabic, Mister Fenton?

Danny: oh- uh, yeah :) my parents recently,,, took in a foster kid from overseas,,,, but we found out he doesn't know english and he's having a hard time adjusting Danny, lying (only partially) through his teeth: so I,,, thought,,, maybe it would help him acclimate to his new environment if I learned some arabic :) Librarian: oh how sweet! let me know if you need any help, i can find you more books Danny: thank you

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Snippet 4: Damian wants to patrol Damian: let me come with you on patrol Danny, 16 year old idiot who fights without powers: uh. no. you are Itty Bitty Child Damian: comes with anyways

----------- Snippet 5: Damian, trying to fight a ghost without a ghost-proof sword: Danny, catching him and holding him against his chest: *radiating exhaustion* no,,,, no,,,,, not yet,,,,

-------- Snippet 6: danny has an epiphany Danny, realizing that he needs to set an example now that Damian is coming with him on patrol: fUCK Danny: I NEED AN ACTUAL SUIT ---------- Snippet 7; dynamic duo Danny: what is it with you and batman and robin???? Damian, silently sweating: ,,,,,,,because they are exemplary partners and i would like to think that us two are the same Danny, doesnt know identities: ...aww??? thats kinda sweet??? okay :)

---------- Snippet 8: hypocrite Damian: dijaal (affectionate) Danny, on day ?? of solving a cold case after a ghost asked him to: hrbhk - Damian, what are you doing up? it's late, you have school in the morning Damian, staring at him deadpan: you have school too. you should go to bed Danny: five min..utes buddy. then i'll go to bed Damian, grabbing the back of his rolling chair and pushing him to bed: no. now. danny, with eyebags the size of the marianna trench: ...fine. now.

--------- Snippet 9: ...the line Danny, doing homework with Sam and Tucker: Danny: *has an epiphany* wait. shit Tucker and Sam: ...? Danny, his head in his hands: am I Damian's dad or his brother?? Danny: wh- what do we define this??? Tucker: ... you're brothers until its funny? and then you're his dad?

----------- Snippet 10: learning Danny: reading a book about learning arabic Damian, slamming his hand down on the book to get his attention: dijaal, *points to book* kitab Danny, frowning: what? Damian, tapping book: kitab Danny: ..ki..kitab? Kitab? Book? Damian: Boog...book. *points to table* tawila --------- Snippet 11: clone reveal Damian, later after he knows enough english and months of chilling out: i am a clone.... meant to kill my original Danny, internally: wow you don't say? Danny, out loud:..huh. okay. thanks for telling me, uh, same here. except that last part

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Dijaal = imposter Damian is affectionately calling Danny an imposter because danny is a clone of bruce :)

[lady-ace]

Pokémon x Captain Marvel

One of the fondest memories Billy has of his parents is one he will never forget.

His dad, C.C and Marilyn, his mom, had come home with a surprise.

C.C, cheerfully: “Billy, Mary! Come downstairs!”

Marilyn: “We have a surprise for you two!”

As the two eight year old twins sped down the stairs (still taking care to not trip), they saw the surprise- one of each of his parents arms.

C.C: “Do you two know what these are?”

Mary: “Is it.. an egg?”

Billy, who absolutely LOVES pokémon: “Are those pokémon eggs??”

Marilyn, chuckling: “Yes, yes, you're both right, dearies. These are your very own pokémon eggs.”

Billy and Mary, both over the moon: “REALLY?”

C.C: “Really. Now, how about we heat them up?”

Mary: “Yes, please!”

/ / /

Two weeks later, the eggs finally hatched.

Billy: “Mom? Dad! Something's happening to the eggs!”

Mary: “They're shaking!”

C.C and Marilyn, who came to check in and saw both eggs shaking, and cracked: “Oh!”

C.C: “They're hatching!”

Marilyn: “Quick, grab the camera!”

As C.C grabs the camera, both eggs finally hatch, revealing two very small Shinx.

Marilyn: “Oh, they're perfect, don't you think so sweethearts?”

Mary and Billy, who are looking at the kits like they hanged the moon in the sky: “Yes!!”

C.C, laughing at their enthusiasm: “Way to go, champs. I just know you will make great partners.”

The Shinx mew, looking up at their trainers.

/ / /

A year later, Billy's life goes downhill.

His parents pass away in a unfortunate plane crash while on a work trip, and Mary has gone missing.

His uncle, Ebenezer, took all his inheritance money, and threw him and his Shinx, now named Tawny, to the streets, making them homeless.

This year is also the year when itty bitty Billy becomes the champion of magic, blessed by the gods.

When he shouted the name of the wizard who gave him his connection to his patrons, he became a superhero, someone powerful, kind and to be looked up to- Captain Marvel.

And that is not all- the divine lighting that strikes Billy to transform him can also split, hitting Tawny, and turning him from a small little Shinx who only knows Spark, to a big and mighty Raikou, one of the most famous superhero pokémons of all time.

/ / /

Billy is 10 and looking at the sunset from one of the highest buildings in Fawcett city with Tawny when out of nowhere, they hear something land behind them.

Tawny, who was almost sleeping at being pet, startles, getting up along with Marvel to look behind them.

..Only to see Batman, and his terrifying Noivern. One of, if not THE most skillfull pokémon and trainer duo, ever.

Batman: “Captain Marvel, right?”

Marvel, still processing on why Batman is in Fawcett, and in the same rooftop as him: “Oh.. yes, right, Mr. Batman sir.”

Batman: “I've come to let you know that you are formally invited to the Justice League. You don't need to make an decision now, but-”

Marvel, with no hesitation: “Yes.”

Batman: “..Understood, we're glad to have you.”

Marvel, with the biggest smile ever: “Thank you for the invite!”

/ / /

Some days later, and he meets with the people he'd idolized basically his whole life.

Superman and his trusty Dragonite, the Flash and his Jolteon, Wonder Woman and her Aegislash.. the list goes on!

One day, at the watchtower (wow, he really did come far, didn't he? This is a whole space station!) that Billy realized some things-

Tawny is the only legendary pokémon in the team so far. And, as everybody knows, legendary pokémon are both extremely rare and hard to catch. Funnily enough, he never thought of a cover story to how he met Tawny.

GA, who some minutes ago was training with his Decidueye: “Hey, Cap?”

Marvel, who was petting Tawny, the big cat purring loudly: “Huh? Yes?”

GA: “How did you catch Raikou? Aren't those rare, since only Ho-ohs can create them?”

Marvel, internally blue screening: “Oh! Um. Yes. So.. Tawny just.. he chose me! Yeah. Came right up to me and clicked his head against the poké ball. Isn't that right, Tawny?”

Tawny, looking at Billy with a look that screams 'Really? That's what you came up with?': “Rai.”

(By the way, when the twins reunite, i think Mary's Shinx would turn into a Zeraora.)

[ancha-aus]

Bitty Surprise - Chapter 6 - Pov Nightmare

Welcome back to the newest chapter of bitty adventures!

First Chapter: [Here] AO3 link: [Here]

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Nightmare enters the living room early as always. The first thing he does is check in on the two bitties using his power. He senses both of them content and still asleep. Good, they need their rest. Nightmare makes his way towards the kitchen and turns on the coffee maker. It putters away as he gets out the necessities to make breakfast. Some omelettes are on the menu today and Nightmare goes about cutting the vegetables he plans on using in it and mixing up the egg and milk mixture.

Nightmare goes about making breakfast as he enjoys the silence for today. His mind silently going over what he will need to do today.

His tendrils take the coffee and fill his mug before Nightmare grabs a few cubes of sugar and milk and mixes it into the dark mixture. It instantly becomes a lot lighter and Nightmare enjoys the first sip as he finishes the first omelette.

He puts in the mixture for the second one when he hears tiny steps behind him. Nightmare takes care to cut a part off the first omelette and puts it on a very tiny plate they had managed to get their hands on. It is pretty much a tiny plate for egg shells but works for the new purpose as a giant plate for the bitties.

Nightmare turns and spots Renegade on the counter. Staring at him from the dark of his hood.

Nightmare is very lucky with his ability to see in darkness and shadows as he can make out the thoughtful face staring at him. Nightmare nods “Good morning Renegade. I apologise if I woke you.” he hands over the tiny plate.

Renegade shrugs and immediately starts eating. Grabbing the still warm egg with his hands and eating it very quickly.

Nightmare had honestly expected it to take longer for Renegade to come near them. It had taken Axe a long time before he would even truly acknowledge them and interact with them. Axe had had a certain distrust in them and had watched them for a long time.

Renegade seemed to just, not have this. Don’t misunderstand, there was no true trust that Renegade held for them. Mostly indifference with some curiosity. But no hostility or clear distrust like Axe had started with.

Nightmare assumes it is because they had already at least partly proven themselves to Axe and so Renegade had accepted them a little easier.

But neither of the bitties had confirmed this to him and so he would just wait them out.

At least Renegade seems fine and calm with the change of housing.

Or he is just acting as if he is fine and calm. Renegade hasn’t spoken to them yet but Nightmare is patient. It took Axe a long time too.

Nightmare continues cooking the breakfast for everyone “How do you like the omelette?”

Renegade pauses before he shrugs and continues eating his meal.

Nightmare nods “If you have a favourite food please do tell or let us know. That way we can implement it more. Much like we do with Axe’s fruit.”

A stab of slight annoyance.

Nightmare blinks and looks over “I am sorry. Were you annoyed by my implying you should speak or communicate or by me talking about Axe?”

Another stab of annoyance but only near the end.

Nightmare nods “Is it because I am talking about him?”

Renegade glares down at his plate but ends up shaking his tiny skull.

Nightmare frowns “Then what is bothering you?”

Renegade keeps glaring at the food in front of him before huffing and looking to the side. Nightmare keeps waiting. He knows he is pushing but maybe this way he can figure out something to help Renegade and make him feel more comfortable or at home or even heard.

Renegade taps the plate before muttering “Isn’t his name.”

Nightmare blinks as he tilts his skull slightly “Well… we know… we just realised that he didn’t enjoy being called Bitey and we wanted something to call him in the meantime.”

Renegade keeps glaring down and shrugs.

Nightmare frowns as he turns back to the food and he continues making it “If… either of you prefer we use a different name we will. We just need to know what you want to be called.” It hadn’t sat well with Nightmare that people just gave bitties names. They are monsters after all. They may be smaller but Nightmare could feel their souls and emotions and magic. They are just like other monsters, just tiny. And Nightmare thinks it is horrible that they are treated as toys and pets just because of their size. But they also hadn’t wanted to just refer to Axe as ‘A Bitty’ that had seemed too dismissive and not special. They decided on this nickname for now but apparently that brought Renegade discomfort. Which Nightmare understands, it probably felt like they were trying to erase some of Axe’s personality or identity in some way as they referred to him with a different name.

Renegade stays quiet as he eats his breakfast.

A stab of panic from the living room and Nightmare raises his voice just a tiny bit “He is in the kitchen with me.” Should Nightmare just not refer to either of them with their nicknames? Would they prefer that?

Renegade shoots him a curious look and moments later Nightmare hears running steps and a look over his shoulder confirms Axe having run into the kitchen looking around panicked. Axe spots Renegade and huffs.

Axe walks over and Nightmare holds a tendril out which Axe tries to climb but he almost slips. Nightmare is quicker and holds unto him and lifts him up the counter “Careful there.” He lets go of Axe and Axe quickly joins Renegade’s side and checks him over. Soft mutters are exchanged between the two and Nightmare chuckles as Renegade feels embarrassed by the given attention. Axe meanwhile tests the other’s arm and shoulder with care before relieve fills the other bitty.

He makes a second tiny plate for Axe and gives the second bitty his food. Nightmare makes sure to also fill up Renegade’s plate again before he turns back to preparing breakfast.

It is nice to have them relax near him and Nightmare sets the table with his tentacles as he cooks breakfast.

Cross walks in first, freshly showered after his morning workout and he smiles at the sight in the kitchen “Hey boss!” and he coos at the bitties “Hey you two. Slept alright?”

Renegade huffs and shrugs while Axe nods before taking another bite.

Cross smiles and looks at Nightmare again “Need help?”

Nightmare chuckles “I have this covered. Do you mind getting the drinks out and waking Killer?”

Cross nods “No problem!” and Cross goes to the fridge and starts to work on orange juice. Cross is quickly finished and leaves the kitchen to retrieve Killer.

A tap on the counter and Nightmare looks over “Yes Axe?”

Axe looks at where Cross left before looking back at Nightmare “Boss?” and waits.

Nightmare chuckles “A leftover nickname from a while ago. I originally hired them to help me with my work. Nowadays we all work together with the same purpose but the nickname stuck.” Maybe showing that it truly is fine to call him something other than his name will help the bitties relax about having their nicknames?

Axe considers it before nodding and turning back to the food in front of him.

Cross walks back in as he drags Killer behind him. Killer yawns widely and grins at the bitties “Hey there you two cuties. I could just eat you two up.” and he makes a kissy face towards the bitties.

Axe rolls his eye light as Renegade lets out a low hiss. Clearly not appreciating the teasing and flirty comments just yet.

Cross huffs “Don’t annoy them Killer.” And he pushes Killer to a chair.

Killer grins and winks at Cross “Don’t worry Crossy, you and boss are still my favourites.” And he makes a kissy face.

Cross freezes for a moment as he starts to blush a tiny bit “Take this serious Kills!” and he takes a seat himself.

Nightmare chuckles as he places the food on the table before looking at Axe and Renegade “Do you two wish to remain on the counter or the table?”

Axe looks at Renegade and Renegade shrugs as he takes another bite.

Axe looks back at Nightmare “Here is fine.” And he goes back to his food.

Nightmare nods and takes his own seat. It takes but a moment before all their plates are filled and everyone is eating peacefully.

They make small talk and Killer ends up starting the conversation “Do we have to do anything balance wise or are we still in the clear?”

Nightmare thinks it over for a moment “I think it is honestly going towards the negative side of things. I will have to send Dream a message to do something about it and make sure he knows not to overdo it again or risk a disbalance in the other direction.” He thinks for a moment “We will also need to check the apartments in swapfell. We have not checked the boilers in those units in a while and with winter fast approaching I want to be sure their heating and warm water is working.”

Killer nods and grins at Cross “Maybe Crossy can tell him. What with the crush and all that.” And Killer winks at Cross who sputters and waves his hands. As this happens Killer turns to Nightmare “I can check them quickly and if anything looks off make a list to send someone for maintenance.”

Cross glares at Killer “That isn’t funny Kills. And I am sure a message from Nightmare would be enough.”

Killer grins and nods “Of course of course.”

Nightmare wonders how long it would take them to actually confess. Nightmare himself would… like it very much to be more included but he is afraid of a power imbalance or them feeling like they aren’t equals. Nightmare foremost just wants them happy and hopes they can at least find that happiness together. Nightmare does selfishly hope they would remain in the castle with him, being near them is enough for Nightmare.

Killer grins at Nightmare “What do you think Nightmare?”

Nightmare raises a brow at Killer and waits a moment before answering “Dream should act once he sees my message.” And he takes another small bite and continues after chewing and swallowing it “I will drop you off in the right universe to check the boilers.”

Killer laughs as he leans against Cross “That is easier for us!”

Cross snorts as he pushes Killer to the side but he keeps smiling.

The rest of breakfast is calm and at the end Cross starts to clean up the dishes as Killer leans closer to the bitties “You two need a ride back to the living room?”

Axe nods while Renegade lets out an offended gasp. Killer however grins widely as he picks both bitties up. Renegade is quick to start kicking and hissing as Axe just relaxes in the hold and stares up at Killer with a tiny blush which is rather cute to see, his eyelight no longer just a slit but much rounder. Not as round as when he stares at Renegade but it is looking more like it.

Killer happily walks over to the living room and first puts Renegade down as he has the most issues with it before purring at Axe “Aren’t you just the most adorable little thing.” And Killer nuzzles Axe before putting him down.

Renegade immediately hugs Axe and hisses low and long. Axe blinks and nuzzles the top of Renegade’s head.

Killer coos and Nightmare walks over with a chuckle “Let them be Killer.”

Killer purring “But they are so cute! I just want to hug and nuzzle them all the time!”

Renegade looks up and glares “Go nuzzle your own mate over someone else’s!”

Silence.

Killer sputters “What?”

Renegade feels beyond done “Your own mates.” and Renegade points at Nightmare-wait!

Nightmare freezes and his tentacles spasm “We aren’t like that.”

Renegade looks very unimpressed “Suuuuuuuuure.” And he grabs Axe’s hand and drags him with him towards one of the more secure and hidden nest areas.

They are left in a silence.

Nightmare coughs “Well then… that was… something.”

Killer looks down with a blush and laughs “Hah! Yeah! Wooh! No idea how they thought that! It isn’t like we… ever! Or we feel like! Stuff!”

Nightmare frowns at Killer “Killer-”

Killer rushes out of the room “I need to go grab a thing that is somewhere not here and see the cats bye!” and he is out of the house.

Nightmare frowns before sighing. It is time they talk about the emotions that have until now been unresolved.

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“… That wasn’t nice bunny.”

“He had his stupid face all over you.”

“He meant nothing with it. He just shows affection.”

“What? Am I not good enough?”

“…”

“Nevermind… good night H.”

“No bunny wait…”

“…”

“bunny?”

“… Night Horror.”

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Next chapter: [Here]

[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

this video aka 'nat 20 LET'S FUCKING GO' 😅😅😅⭐️⭐️⭐️🤣🤣🤣☠️☠️☠️✨✨✨🎉🎉🎉💖💖💖💖

original lyrics and audio: perception check--tom cardy (2023)

BUT LET'S MAKE IT MDZS

[jzx] On the horizon of this forest path you see a group of dark-cloaked figures Slowly trudging towards you, what do you do? [nhs] My half-orc barbarian [ nie mingjue! chifeng-zun!! ] braces her great hammer [ saber ] and– That's a one [jzx] Critical fail, Steve [ jiang cheng❣️] what do you do? [jc] Well, I believe in anticipation My rogue [ jiang wanyin, sandu shengshou ] would try and hide behind a tree– Okay, I rolled a one [jzx, *sigh*] That's another critical fail Tom [ wei ying, lounging louchely bc chaotic gremlin adhd bisexual disasters can't sit properly in chairs c'mon what else did you expect ??? ] what does your human bard [ yiling laozu--wei wuxian!! ] do? [wy, tootles that flute] Active perception check [jzx] That's a natural 20 [wy] Let's fucking go [sick flute solo] 🎶I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes🎶 🎶These motherfuckers mean to harm us and they got to go🎶 🎶So c'mon get 'em now🎶 🎶You picked the wrong day to fuck around with my tight crew, ooh, ooh 🎶 [ 🎶so skibidi🎶 @bibookdemon i blame you for this being in my brain. i know that's not the lyric but it's funny and it fits right ??? ] 🎶There's no escaping it, I can perceive you🎶 🎶Here's what we're gonna do🎶 [sick flute solo] 🎶Me and my boys are gonna mess you up🎶 [nhs & jc] I rolled a one (I rolled a one) [wy] Fuck 🎶 My boys are otherwise engaged 🎶 🎶 So I'm gonna bring it all myself 🎶 [wy] Hey, I forgot You're supposed to tell me what I see, right? [jzx] Yes, thank you, let's just slow it all down a bit So you notice that one of the hooded figures is a little shorter– [wy] I cast vicious mockery Nat 20, let's go 🎶You're a short motherfucker and nobody likes you🎶 [sick flute solo--intense flute music] Short! 🎶Everybody says "Look how fucking short that guy [jin guangyao] is"🎶 🎶And that stops you from forming meaningful relationships [with lan xichen 😔]🎶 🎶And when you were born everybody thought that you were just a head🎶 🎶But then the doctor said "Wait This stupid motherfucking tiny short-arse baby Got a tiny little itty-bitty body And I hate it"🎶 [jzx] Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked figure Perception check, please [wy] Nat 20, let's go [jzx] You perceive the figure was so short because it was a child [jin ling] ([wy] it's always a kid) [jzx] Specifically, the child you've been looking for, for the last 15 days game-time And five [bleep] days of our actual lives [wy] Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'll be better Fuck, his body's just lying there, right? Right? [jzx] Yes [apprehensive pause] (don't) [wy] 🎶Loot that body (gotta loot that body, now)🎶 🎶Loot that body (gotta loot that motherfucker)🎶 🎶Playing my flute when I loot that dead kid's body🎶 [sick flute solo] [wy] Bitch

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ps the words in [ ] and emphasis were added by me (based on the animatic) for enhanced enjoyment lol []~(￣▽￣)~*

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[cozzzynook]

Little TFP idea part 2

Quietly shifting in his berth Optimus found himself unable to recharge. A soft groan escaped his intake as he wrapped one arm around his tanks, he knew what was happening but he thought he had longer to prepare before it happened. But it seems his little secret sparkling thought otherwise.

Slowly Optimus pulled himself up right letting out a quiet whimper when he felt pain shoot up his spine and rippled through his tanks. With a shaky servo he pinged Ratchet hoping the medic wouldn't be too grumpy. "Ratchet, Its urgent...I need you at my hab"

A soft tired grumble could be heard from the other side. "Alright I'll be there in 5 klicks. Just hold on until then..." The sound of pede-steps followed by things clinking together muffled any anger from Ratchet.

"I'll...try" Optimus felt himself wince as he remined of what happened when he went into emergence with Bee. It was something he didn't want to happen again.

A couple of klicks passed and the pain had slowly gotten worse over time and each ripple of pain made it harder to keep quiet. Optimus had snapped his battle mask over his face in hopes to muffle his whimpers, he didn't want to cause a scene or worry his teammates not when he is like this. Thankfully he didn't have to dwell on it for long when Ratchet quickly and quietly entered the hab with a first aid kit in hand. The medic then hurried over by the prime's side already checking him over.

"How are you feeling?" Ratchet spoke softly as he quickly scanned Optimus's frame checking over both his and the sparklings spark-rate. "Well good news, you're both have strong steady spark-rates"

"Terrible..." A soft muffled whimper escaped Optimus's intake again. "I don't...I'm afraid old friend..." He leaned backward on his berth again allowing the plush pillows to prop himself up.

"I know, but what happened last time won't happen again...things are different this time" Ratchet kept his voice as soft as he could while he quickly grabbed a clean blanket along side some medical grade. Once everything was in place Ratchet then double checked that the hab door was locked to make sure no-one would bother them.

The next couple of hours were long and tiresome and it was long into the morning when everything settled. Optimus felt tears prickle at his optics as he closely held a crying new-spark in his arms, with a smile he carefully nuzzled his helm against theirs while softly purring. The sparkling's cries quickly died down as they felt the warmth of their Carrier's spark and field, they opened their red optics and slowly gazed up at the blurry face of Optimus. "Hello there little one"

Ratchet gave a soft chuckle as he watched the prime and sparkling bond. "Well, despite their red optics they almost look like a mini you" The medic smiled wide when he watched the sparkling yawn and snuggle closer to Optimus. "Of course, I suppose you already have names picked out?"

Optimus suddenly looked startled as his finnals flicked nervously. "Ah...no. I thought I had more time"

Ratchet rolled his optics as he let out a soft groan. "Primus, and you wonder why I keep a list of names at my desk" The medic turned as he began to rummage through his sub space. With a pleased hum he pulled out the pad and placed it next to Optimus's berth. "There, now don't pick something stupid...I really don't want to have that chat again"

Optimus softly chuckled "I won't old friend" He then turned his attention to look down at his sleeping bittie, with a careful digit he gently petted their tiny fragile finnals that flicked with each gentle touch. "And Ratchet?"

"Yes Optimus?"

"Can you just tell Bumblebee the news first...I at least want him to know first before the others do. It won't cause too much worry...hopefully" The prime found it difficult to look at the medic.

"Okay I will, but if everything goes to the Pits don't say I didn't warn you" With a wave of his servo Ratchet had finished packing up his first aid kit and with one last grumble he mad his way towards the hab door. "If you need anything just ping"

"Don't worry, I will let you know old friend" Optimus gave a soft smile as he watched Ratchet unlock the hab door and leave. Once finally alone Optimus glanced down at his sparkling again this time letting out a soft sigh. "Hopefully your Sire doesn't take this too 'harshly' little one" With one servo he carefully reached his comm link and tuned it to the right channel, with one deep vent he opened it and spoke. "Shockwave, I have something to inform you about"

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!!

I wasn’t prepared for the bot to be shockwave but i’m so happy it was!!!!

I love this!!!!

[yzur02]

Perception check (Tom Cardy)

Jason: On the horizon of this forest path

You see a group of dark cloaked figures slowly trudging towards you

What do you do?

Maps: (My half-orc barbarian braces her great hammer and that's a one)

Jason: (Critical fail, Bruce, what do you do?)

Bruce: Well, I believe in anticipation

My rogue would try and hide behind a tree- okay, I rolled a one

Jason: (That's another critical fail)

(Tim, what does your human bard do?)

Tim: (Active perception check)

That's a natural twenty, let's fucking go

I feel it in my fingers

I feel it in my toes

These motherfuckers mean to harm us

And they got to go

So come on, get 'em now

You picked the wrong day to fuck around with my

Tight crew, oh-oh

There's no escaping it

I can perceive you

Here's what we're gonna do

Me and ma boys gonna mess you up

Maps: I rolled a one

Bruce: I rolled a one

Tim: Fuck

My boys are otherwise engaged

So I'm gonna bring it all myself, hey

I forgot, you're supposed to tell me what I see, right?

Jason: Yes, thank you, Let's just slow it all down a bit

So, you notice that one of the hooded figures is a little shorter-

Tim: (I cast Vicious Mockery, nat twenty, let's go)

You're a short motherfucker and nobody likes you (short)

Everybody says "Look how fucking short that guy is"

And that stops you from forming meaningful relationships

When you were born, everybody thought that you were just a head

But then the doctor said

"Wait, this stupid muthafuckin' tiny, short ass baby

Got a tiny, little itty bitty body

and I hate it"

Jason: Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked figure

Perception check, please

Tim: (Nat twenty, let's go)

Jason: You perceive the figure was so short because it was a child

Tim: (It's always a kid)

Jason: (Specifically the child you've been looking for for the last fifteen days)

(Game time and five days of our actual lives)

Tim: Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'll be better

(His body's just lying there, right? Right?)

Jason: Yes? Don't-

Tim: Loot that body

Gotta loot that body now

Loot that body

Gotta loot that motherfucka

Play my flute when I loot that dead kid's body

Jason, punching Tim in the face: Bitch!

[rubywingsracing]

New fav Bitty headcanon

As it starts getting warmer and we defrost our summer personalities, let’s not forget that Bitty can probably throw a spiral

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

New Cowboy Luci snippet

I shall give you just a teeny itty bitty snippet of the new Cowboy Lucifer smut I just finished, y'all gotta wait for the full thing ;)

No active warnings, only suggestive~

“You know, this wouldn’t be happening if you would come in from the farm on time, Luci,” you scolded as you finished tying the last knot on his wrists. "I don't think I ask for much."

This was the third night in a row your hardworking husband has missed dinner with you. You let it slide the first night. The second night you gave him a gentle reminder to not overwork himself. But tonight was the last straw. A third night of eating alone with a cold plate of food sitting across the table from you. You loved him dearly, but you hated that his priorities didn’t seem to be in order. You were going to make sure he learned his lesson one way or another. He tried to butter you up as he usually did when he came in from work late, knowing full well what he'd done. You feigned a smile and told him not to give it another thought. You told him to get comfortable and that you would join him upstairs soon. But when you walked into your room with your rope in hand, he gulped. He knew damn well that he was in trouble. You sat him down on the ottoman and wrapped your ropes around his hands and wrists, pinning his arms behind his back, effectively rendering him helpless against your ‘punishment’.

“Darlin’, I-I’m sorry, time just gets away from me sometimes! I-I would never do anything to upset you,” Lucifer stuttered. “P-Please, have mercy…”

You checked the tightness of your ropes before standing in front of your husband, towering over him in his subdued state. “Oh, I’m not upset with you! But since you’ve just been working so hard lately, I thought it’d be mighty kind of me if I helped you relax.” You brought your hand to his chin and had him meet your intense gaze. “Do you want me to help you relax, sweetheart?” you asked, knowing all too well that there was only one answer he could give you.

“Y-yes,” Lucifer responded meekly.

[trashiest-rat]

Ashes To Ashes. Dust To Dust

Howdy friends! This is my first real go around at writing in a very very long time! So please excuse any errors or inconsistencies! If you have any tips or criticism my DMs are open! The reader is a smaller female in my head because small/tall relationships go brr. Use of (Y/N)! Thank you and enjoy!

You hated being in Valentine. The people, the smells, the entire place was just something awful. Your only salvation from this god forsaken town was your traveling companion for the day, Arthur. Traveling and doing Pearson’s errands with him was always easy. Conversation could flow and stop with ease between you and him. So, well in fact you had to ask yourself if you were sweet on the cowpoke. Looking over at him you start shaking your head of any thoughts of the man. The last thing you needed was to get distracted. With a final shake you follow Arthur into the last stop of the day. The bounties board in the sheriff's office.

“Seriously?” you say to the big-bellied sheriff. “This is all you have to offer?” You gesture towards the bounties board with postings all less than $25.

“Yes, ma’am the only other bounties worth something are his and yours.” The sheriff gestures towards Arthur and you vaguely. “But I won’t say nothin because y’all are the only two keeping this godforsaken place safe.” “Plus, I ain’t doing all that paperwork for an outlaw and a pyro.”

You turn on your heel at the mere mention of your past and leave the building in a rush before Arthur can start asking questions. However, he is far bigger than you are and towers before you in two strides stopping your escape.

“You have a bounty on your head (Y/N)? I would’ve never guessed.” He drawls almost in disbelief. “No offense but you don’t look like the kind of girl to do much of anything let alone a crime.” “How much is it anyway?” He teases flipping the top of your hat up to see your face. “100? No $500?” He teases with a smile.

As you slowly look up at him meeting his blue eyes and smile you try to as nonchalantly as possible say your bounty amount.

“$6,000 last time I checked was the price on my head.”

Arthur’s smile falters as he looks you up in down in disbelief.

“No way in hell is your bounty higher than mine. Stop pulling my leg (Y/N).” He awkwardly chuckles.

Sighing you reach into your bag pulling out the bounty poster you pulled down of yourself less than a year ago. Looking away as you hand it to Arthur.

“No fucking way.” The cowboy whispers looking at you. You see a million questions run by as his thoughts turn to find the politest way to ask you for lack of a better term what the fuck.

Before he can even form a word to inquire about your bounty you put your hand up in a quieting gesture.

“Not here Arthur. Please. I can tell you as soon as we get out of town but not here.” You plead with the outlaw in both your words and expression.

“Fine, but you better tell me why in the hell a little girl has a bounty higher than mine” he says saddling up on his horse.

“I am not a little girl Arthur.” You snap.  Catching your tone you soften up. “I’m almost as old as you are.”

“Could’ve fooled me with how itty bitty you are!” He laughs on his high horse both physically and metaphorically. You see his attempt at breaking the tension in the air and appreciate it.

You can’t help but sigh and roll your eyes a smile tugging at your lips as you saddle up your horse, Hermes.

As you head back to camp you can’t help but feel nervous as to how telling your story might change everything. But until you are at camp you just enjoy the feeling of the wind in your hair like you did all those years ago when you fled the pile of ash that was once your home.

Taglist: @slothsluv

[allthingspieandhockey]

Skating skates, not hockey skates - allthingspieandhockey (SunMonTue) - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]

18k fic. Explicit.

An AU where Bitty never goes to Samwell and Alicia and Bob end up having another kid (long story short, Alicia thought it was menopause, it wasn’t, it was Jack’s little sister). Jack dotes on her, and she totally has him wrapped around her little 5-year-old finger. She wants skating lessons, and of course when Jack offers she rolls her eyes and scoffs.

“No, I want proper skating lessons. I don’t want to play hockey.”

(Art is a commission for me from @starpawedart)

[iambittythings]

Today's beast is a Hammerhead Shark Pupper, and this one is doing a blep. The previous one was worried, I thought I should do a happier, more content one. 🦈

If you'd like a beast, please check out Bittythings and Beasts.

[messitydepressity]

The Last of Us Masterlist - the flavors of angst 🖤

Please check the tags on my works before reading. I often cover some darker material that might be triggering for some and all of the works that have been rated explicit contain sexual content.

As always, please feel free to drop your thoughts on my fics or in my ask box!

-Messy 🖤

⬇️ Fics below line break ⬇️

'Living on the Edge' - Rated E - Completed

Joel and Ellie meet at an NA meeting. Joel is ten years sober, and Ellie is just four weeks clean. After begrudgingly becoming her sponsor, Joel finds himself stepping back into the shoes of a father for the first time in 15 years.

'Let Me Be Your Shelter' - Rated E - Completed

Another modern/western vibe. After Ellie ages out of foster care in Boston, she greyhounds it out to Wyoming to work at Miller Ranch where Joel is waiting in that dad shape of his. (Morally grey Joel & Tommy doing hunter type shit)

'Fix You' - Rated E- Completed

A story of 'What If's'. What if Sarah died some other way? What if there was no outbreak? What if Tommy fell apart too? What if Ellie came into Joel's life before he got the chance to spend twenty years spiraling?

'Air In My Lungs, 'til the Road Begins' - Rated M - Completed

The modern au in which Joel is a firefighter thrust back into fatherhood at 36 by our favorite little shit Ellie that literally no one asked for. (My very first piece of writing, please be kind.)

'Uncle Is Thy Name' - Rated M - Completed

In universe Tommy and Ellie hunting trip gone awry, one-shot.

'Family By Another Name' - Rated M - Completed

My take on how the cross-country journey would have gone had Ellie been in Joel’s life years before they left the QZ. Or, Joel is dad-shaped in every version of the timeline.

'Everywhere, Everything' - Rated M - Indefinite Hiatus

The second part to 'Family By Another Name' that I kept promising. Or, a Fic about a girl and her self-assigned dad figuring out how to live in peace and process the trauma I keep bestowing upon them.

'Eremophobia' - Rated T - Completed

Ellie’s first chaperoned group patrol ends in disaster. A classic Ellie whump with a much-needed side of Joel being her parent.

'Thanatophobia' - Rated T - Completed

Joel's POV of 'Eremophobia' from the desperate search for Ellie to the repercussions of her injuries and the lengths their family will go to, to save her.

'Ride On' - Rated T - Completed

Tommy and Ellie are two dipshits cruisin' on a motorcycle in this AU. Everything is fine and dandy until it isn't. Poor Joel.

'Lay Your Weary Head Upon My Chest' - Rated E - Complete

Joel finds baby Ellie after Marlene fails to show up for Anna, he and Tess make the hard decision to raise her themselves. (Eventual cross country with itty bitty Ellie.)

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Updated: 5/20/25