#lookit me using big words

[yuckydraws]

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Oh, to be a lil pretty fairy in a magical secret forest. Taking a lil nap on a lil tree with twisted, wild branches. Just peacefully dreaming of what your next lil foraged meal will be. Perhaps you’ll catch a lil swim in the river, or pull a lil prank on some humans tomorrow. But right now? You’re gonna catch a lil sleep.

[eilidh-eternal]

Thinking about tattoo artist Ghost who notices you in the studio quite often. Who recognizes the signs of using tattoos as a thinly veiled coping mechanism and can’t help but think that there’s a… better… way for you to cope. Ways that he can help you with. Things he can teach you that don’t involve needles but would still leave his mark on your skin. 

You need him.

You’ve just finished up your session with Soap, finalizing the payment with him at the front desk, when you feel a looming presence at your back.

Ghost.

“Um… hi?” He’s the only one of them you haven’t sat for. Over the last few months you’d worked your way through nearly the entire staff at the studio, amassing a collection of new pieces like a kid collecting happy meal toys in the summer–often and to the detriment of your bank account.

“You're with me next week.” His tone brooks no argument. “Soap, what do I have open next Saturday?”

“I can’t, I–”

“Ye’re open from two to close.”

“Book her. The full day.”

“What?!”

“Got somethin’ special drawn up that I’ve been holdin’ onto. We can make adjustments when you come in. See ya next weekend.“ He saunters back to his station without another word.

Well.

Despite the odd nature of the encounter, you go. ‘Just to see what he’s drawn up,’ you tell yourself. In actuality, you’d had a hell of a week and were itching, chomping at the bit, for the bite of a needle by the time the appointment came around. And damn him it’s good. Really fucking good. Fits your aesthetic perfectly and his suggested placement isn’t far off from where you would have chosen yourself.

Fuck it.

You let him do it. Follow him down the hall to the private room, nod when he tells you to get comfortable and that he just needs to grab one more thing from his station and he’ll be right back.

You’re stripped down to your panties and the oversized hoodie you brought in, big enough to drape and maneuver out of his way while maintaining a bit of modesty, when he comes back.

“You bring water? Somethin’ to eat during breaks?” he asks as he sets a water bottle of his own on the counter. You nod and his head tilts ever so slightly. “Need words, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I did.” 

Not the first time an artist has asked the question, but his insistence on a verbal answer is a curious deviation from your typical experience here. Soap certainly didn’t wait for your answer before he had his arm slung over your ass to ‘steady himself’ while needling a trail of stars down your spine a few weeks ago.

“Alright, let’s get you settled then. Down.’ He presses on your shoulder, pushing you down onto the reclined chair. “We doin it on the left or right?” His hands linger on either side of you, bent at the waist to hover over your frame.

“Uh, you said right would look best… with the other pieces? So um… yeah. The right.”

There’s a flicker behind the richness of his eyes. Something dark and smoky the seeps into the irises.

“Lookit you. Listen real well, don’t ya?” 

What?

He leaves you with mere milliseconds to process. “On your side. Let’s get you stenciled.” His hand trails along your ribs, glides over the bulky fabric of the hoodie and tugs. Pulls at the pocket on the front to get you moving. “Good girl,” he purrs when you comply, shifting onto your left side and folding your arms close to your chest. “Up.” He helps you lift your head and slides a pillow under you. Does the same with your knees, pillow pressed between them to stabilize your hips.

“Thanks…” It comes out in a dazed mumble and he simply hums, as if all of this is… normal.

It isn’t. You know that. Nothing about him says normal.

The mask. His insistence—no, his demand—that you book a session with him. The way his tone brooks no argument or excuse. How some baser instinct tells you to heed his demands. Traitorous fluttering of nerves in your stomach and the heat pooling between your legs.

The black nitrile gloves clinging to his hands like a second skin are cold against your leg. Makes you twitch when long fingers push the hem of your hoodie over your hip and hook underneath the narrow waistband of your thong. “Just moving this up a bit,” he says and pulls it up to your waist, elastic pulling taught against the crease of your thigh and digging into the skin. Pressing against your pulsing core. 

The cleanser is even colder and comes with no warning, but the warmth of him has begun to bleed through his gloves. Melts into your skin as he cleans his canvas and runs a hand over your hip in appraisal.

“Got a little fuzz,” he says more to himself than you, thumb swiping over the fine dusting of hair. The muscles in your back tense in an effort to fight against the shudder threatening to snake down your spine, skin burning beneath the massive hand that lingers on your thigh.

He’s precise about it, removing the hair with slow and even passes of the razor and going back over the area with disinfectant. “Doin’ so good for me, layin’ nice an’ still while I shave ya. Bet ya sit like a champ.”

Your eyes go wide, lips falling open in a silent gasp, and you’re thankful he’s currently bent over your hip and can’t see the shock written plain as day on your face. You blink. Force your brows to lower and snap your mouth shut before you say something stupid like ‘thank you.’

The stencil goes on in silence but you can feel his eyes on you. More precisely, on your face. Curious and observant. You’re so focused on not looking at him that you don’t hear him rise from his stool. Don’t register that he’s moved until he’s leaning over you and curling a finger under your chin to turn your face up towards the ceiling. Towards him.

“There she is. Let’s have a look, yeah?”

Why does he want to look at—?

The stencil. He means the stencil. He wants you to look at the stencil.

“Okay…”

He drops your chin but makes no move to pull away from you as you sit up on your elbows, twisting to get a look at the purple carbon adorning your hip and thigh. You straighten out your leg, move it this way and that, looking for any odd stretching or scrunching.

“It looks good. I like it there. It um… You were right. About it being a good fit.” When you look up at him he’s already staring down at you, eyes trained on your face rather than the stencil with a dark, inky quality to them. Pupils expanding and swallowing up the light in the room.

“Course. Knew I’d be right about ya.”

You blink and it’s gone. No more wisps of smoke swirling in amber coals. The heat in them abated by whatever he sees in you.

You have no idea what he sees in you.

He does, however, give you a reprieve when he straightens and moves to the counter to begin mixing ink while the stencil dries. 

The air around you feels colder when you settle back on your side, sapped of your warmth by small touches and lingering glances. Like he’s purposely stoked a fire in you just to take from and warm himself with.

“Seen you ‘round here a lot. Got quite the collection.” 

It doesn’t sound like a question, and you’re not sure if he’s expecting an answer, but you give him one anyway. Feels… wrong, not to.

“I like the work you guys do.” You’ve sat for all of them. John. Gaz. Soap. And now Ghost. Have their marks inked all over your body.

“That the only thing you like?” The broad expanse of his back is the only thing you can see, but you have a feeling that if you could see the sliver of his face visible behind the mask he’d have that same even stare he always has on the studio floor. 

“Gaz is nice to look at,” you offer, and hear him huff behind you.

“That so?”

“Soap has steady hands. They wander a bit, but his lines are the best I’ve seen. Tit for tat I suppose.”

“And Cap?”

“Who? Oh, you mean John?” 

“The old man ‘imself.” He turns then, arranging the ink on the rolling tray between the two of you, and you catch the dart of his eyes in your direction before they shift back to his station. “He doesn’t normally do the kinda work pretty things like you come looking for.”

“I- um…” He keeps tripping you up. Making you stumble over the words in your head with compliments and praise and firm hands and–

“You like the pain.” Your gaze jerks towards him, tracks his movements as he lowers himself down onto the stool. “Cap’s got a heavy hand,” he clarifies, but it’s too late for excuses. Your reaction only confirms what he already knows.

“That– I don’t… I don’t like it. It just…” His eyes are locked on you, simmering with something in the molten depths of them that reels you in against your will. Compels you to spill secret truths to a stranger. “It makes everything else quiet, for a little while…” You sink your teeth into your lower lip with the admission, eyes slipping away from the intensity burning in his to settle on a fleck in the wood grain of the cabinet.

Silence stretches long and thick between the two of you, the only sound in the room coming from the speakers spilling music out of the ceiling and the little clicks and taps of him preparing the various tips and needles for his machine. The wheels on his chair whine as they roll forward, forcing him into your field of vision once more.

Warmth floods your cheeks, rushes up your neck to your ears in a simmering wave of vulnerability, and you can't look away when he leans down to peer into your face. “There's other ways to make it quiet, ya know.”

You toy with the drawstring of your hood, debating how pathetic you’d look if you pulled it over your face and hid from his probing gaze the rest of this session.

“Stop.” Your fingers freeze. The sternness of his tone has your eyes flicking cautiously back to his, apology ready on your tongue, expecting further reprimand. “You’re thinkin’ too much.” 

Yes.

“That what you need, hm? Someone to make that pretty head take a break for a little while?”

Yes please. You offer him a timid nod.

“What’d I say about that?” he chides, folding his arms over his knees.

Your mouth feels dry, stuffed with cotton, and tongue heavy on its floor. “Sorry.” It comes out scratchy and an octave too high. Too needy. 

“‘S okay, sweetheart. You’re still learning the rules, but we’ll get ya there,” he croons, hand coming up to chuck you under your chin.

“Rules?” 

“Yes sweetheart, rules. You only have two for today. When I ask you a question, I need a verbal answer. Can you do that for me?” His voice carries with authority and his eyes remain fixed on yours, awaiting your acknowledgement.

“Yes.” A touch smoother this time, despite the tightness lingering in your throat.

“Good girl,” he purrs, petting a hand over your hair as he straightens and shifts further down towards your hip, pulling his tray along with him. You hear the buzzing of the machine when he begins fine tuning, testing the speed and picking up ink. 

“Your second rule,” he says as he leans forward, big, gloved hand coming to rest on your waist and the other hovering over the stencil, needle poised just above your skin. “If ya need a break, tell me. And–” He gives your waist a firm squeeze. “—squeeze this arm if ya need more. Got it?”

It takes a moment for the full weight of what he’s offering to sink in, for neurons and synapses to catch up with the realization of it.

“Got it.” You watch the mask pull taught over his mouth. He’s smiling.

“So good for me already,” he murmurs, grip tightening on your waist a fraction. “Let’s get started on your ink then, yeah?” 

The first pass of the needle traces a line on the outside of your thigh, a long, curved section, and already you can feel the quiet creeping in amid the bite of broken skin and the buzz of his warm hands pressed against you.

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[partycatty]

Johnny cage and mayB some others being mind numbingly in love

Like they talk to reader and everytime just feel so stupid afterwards because theyre so in love and do stupid shit to impress

i love stupid men anon this works so well for me

johnny, raiden, kung lao, syzoth > stupid in love

warnings: big stupid hot sexy men (what else is new?), bojack horseman minor spoiler?? LMFOAMOF

+ bonus surprise character at the very end

masterlist

johnny >

• have you guys LMAO have you guys seen the. DLGHSDKJ the episode of bojack horseman where bojack gives diane the D in from the hollywood sign?? johnny is SO extra like that and for WHAT.

• OR YOU GUYS KNOW WHEN TODDLERS LIKE REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING AND THEY JUST KEEP SAYING "LOOKIT" LMFAFOIFMOA

• "reader, reader are you watching - reader, reader watch -" as he's like about to absolutely FUCK UP a nerds rope or some stupid shit

• okay i'll be fr. johnny is by far the most concerningly extra of the entire group. he will put himself in stupid danger just to impress you.

• "watch me take on all these guys at once!" he'll call out to you during your time at the academy, surrounded by a dozen monks. he's in a sling and bandages the next day.

• "kenshi, i bet you sento that i can jump from the roof like bi-han did!" BAM.

• he'd randomly give you expensive gifts out of absolutely nowhere. or he'd give his one of many glasses away to you because he "has no use for them" or they're "out of style" (he's lying, he just wants to see you wear something that's his).

• oh? you briefly mention you're a tad chilly during training? oh no, johnny's top fell off, i guess he has to give it to you now. you know, to stay warm. oh, you don't want his top? okay, here's a comically fluffy, expensive coat! and it just so happens to be your size...!

• lowkey i headcanon johnny as, despite being an actor, pretty blushy if someone matches his energy or really gets under his skin. you'll pass by him with a witty comment about his fighting style, or even just to tell him he cleaned up nice after getting his ass kicked by raiden. johnny just stands there with steam spitting from his red ears, hand on his chest as he fights a stupid grin.

• he is down ASTRONOMICALLY. not even the elder gods can stop this man from being so drunk in love when you're around. he makes it everyone's problem.

raiden >

• we see how flustered he gets when he's called out by kitana. he's a grown man with dick and balls but he's also flustered very easily! he'll be decently vocal about his affection for you, but then word trickles down to your ear, at which point it's so over for him.

• walks into walls when he's so entranced by you training. like face first into a wall, his hat fluttering to the ground. kung lao loses it.

• he can't even hear what you're saying when you speak to him, it sounds like an angel muffled by the clouds of heaven. raiden's also not the greatest with his powers granted by the amulet. if you go in to touch his arm playfully, a jolt of electricity pricks your palm and you yelp. raiden can only sputter apologies as he bows down, his cheeks tinted.

• he's the type to do little favors for you, ones you barely notice. your spot at the table is tidied, the training dummy is prepped for your fighting style, or he's the first one to bring you something if you forget it. that, and tiny favors to butter you up to him.

• "reader, you said you were nauseous last training. i prepared you some tea," he'd slide the small cup over to you, fighting a goofy smile. he rehearsed his script a few times, so he sounded more static than intended.

• will ask you questions about training or the weather just to hear your voice. he couldn't even recall what you were saying, he just loved the way your lips moved.

• kung lao pokes at him for this often, nudging him or making comments about you being his partner when you're not. raiden will stomp on his foot to keep him from talking about his infatuation if you're around. as if you don't already know.

kung lao >

• he's totally the bouncing on his heels type of man. he'll stare at you with a stupid grin, like a kid in a candy store.

• "was there something you needed, kung lao?" you'd ask as you tended to your own duties, organizing various equipment into baskets.

• "ah, no, not at all," he'd wave you off with a grin. "just enjoying... the view."

• you cringe at his words, chuckling to yourself as he speaks you in a daze. his mouth runs off before his brain can stop it from happening, so his biggest downfall with his crush is yapping. he'll sit there and explain his family history to you, or how much he hated farming cabbage, or his favorite meal at madam bo's just to keep you around long enough.

• kung lao always has this desire to keep you close by, so he continuously does stupid shit to keep you by his side. including but not limited to accidentally slicing his hands on his hat, one that he swore was a genius idea. in concept, probably.

• he wants to impress you so bad. SO BAD. anything he does is deserving of a bragging right if he's the one to do it. lao would totally try to shrug it off so you could gas him up more. any compliment, forced or not, was music to his ears.

• "yeah, i totally beat raiden," he'll check his nails nonchalantly as he leans against the wall, telling you the story of the cabbage competition for dinner against his best friend. "really swept him."

• "that's just not true," raiden would try to interject when he heard lao's version of the story. kung lao just holds eye contact with you, grinning, as he shoves raiden aside by his face.

syzoth >

• im sorry IM SORRY BUT I JUST LOVE THE HC THAT HIS TAIL WAGS I KNOW THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS JUST- JUST BEAR WITH ME.

• you hear thumping when you're around, though you're never able to find out where it's coming from, so you chalk it up to the monks landing blows against the wooden dummies.

• but the sound lingers when you're at dinner. the table is... rattling.

• you look up to see if anyone else notices or if you were hit too hard during training. but, you see everyone staring past you. just down the table, syzoth is sitting with a pile of bugs on his plate, his tail thumping in and out of view.

• "syzoth," kenshi will gently say, leaning into his ear to whisper something. syzoth flushes a green tint and tries to resume to his meal, the bugs scurrying out of his chopsticks as he struggles to keep it together.

• out of respect for his dignity, you hold your tongue at his obvious affection. syzoth tries to keep it under wraps but he can't help it when you're just so cute!

• he'll stand close by you, inching closer and closer until you notice. he'll slip you little trinkets and flora with a small smile. anything from a rock that matches the shades of your eye, to a flower he picked by the gardens, to a stick. a nice stick, to be fair! you wonder if this is zaterran courtship.

• "it reminded me of you," he'd lean into your ear. your bedside table is decorated with various... outside decor.

BONUS! kitana >

• kitana knew she couldn't get entangled with the umgadi after seeing how risky mileena is with tanya, but my god were you breathtaking.

• you would often accompany her in the carriages as she waved to her people, eyes transfixed on her. you're devoted to her protection. it is your god-given duty. your eye contact was too much at times, and kitana would often catch herself staring at you, her hand suspended in the air. she'd forget to wave.

• "is everything alright, my princess?" you would ask innocently, in a low tone to avoid raising suspicion. kitana's mind short circuits when you call her... yours. even if you're referring to the umgadi's worship. she shakes her head and clears her throat, pulling her mask up higher to conceal her blush.

• if she were to give speeches on her mother's behalf or otherwise, she'd find herself forgetting what the rehearsed, or hell, struggling to rehearse. you were the one she'd come to for help with speeches, yet you made things ten times harder when you'd lean in to listen to her better. it makes her mind absolutely numb.

• "and you tell me to steer away from the umgadi," mileena would rasp into her ear as the sister sat on their thrones, you positioned by her side and eyes forward. "it seems you picked a favorite, sister."

• "i'm not the only guilty one," she'd hiss back to her sister, nodding at tanya. "it won't get in the way of duties, as long as mother doesn't know."

• you'd fight to netherrealm and back for your princess. as you fight off intruders or threats, kitana forgets to escape, instead transfixed on the way your muscles would contract and flex with each blow.

• she wants to be the one to care for your wounds. the power imbalance means nothing to her, you're her equal.

[niftukkun]

New from RECAP Weekly!!! An Exclusive Interview from Hermitopia's Emperor?!?

for the third week of @shepscapades ’s hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an empires smp member!

ok so first off, that head. thats just p03 from inscryption. but grian. it fits! but also! go play inscryption go go its on sale Right Now (until june 30) go play it its so good then go watch this video afterwards join my fandom please please please join us

ok back to hermpires! so i originally was gonna take an empire from s2 and just insert grian into it, but while browsing through the esmp s2 wiki i came across/remembered hermitopia and my brain went yep! this one. so i thought a bit about what grian would do if he was an empires smp member and how hermitopia would happen, and i think grian would crash the economy on purpose. i mean it almost already happened when the hermitpires crossover happened so i dont think im too far off. i think grian originally exported something simple, like maybe sugarcanes or mud, something easy to farm yknow, but then i dunno got bored or something so he made a couple more farms. then kept making more farms. then the hermitopia we all know and love happened!

actually maybe hermitopia isnt grians first empire. i think grian has a separate empire but decided to invite his friends to help him make some farms and then it just kept going. then hermitopia happened. i like the collaboration aspect of hermitopia so i think thats how that happens. hermitopia isnt necessarily grian's but its under his command so it gets called his. (isnt there a word for this? was it vassalage? i think its vassalage)

with that in mind i went with a robot-y grian because grumbot and a snazzy cool suit because business man (sidenote im looking over my pre art notes and one of them is just capitalism man and. yeah! not wrong). i gave him more steampunk-y wings than the usual feathery ones cause that fit better. i gave him a crown not really sure why but it fits since without it the design was more Just A Guy but with it he's more Emperor yknow. the buttons have a g on it because he would and an (attempted) gold trim cause that looked nice and fancy. originally he was gonna have four wings cause fun fact four wings is part of my base grian design but four wings kind of crowded the drawing so i didnt include them (sad) and i also didnt include the tail hes supposed to have because i couldnt find a good way to add it in with the pose. but in my heart he has both four wings and a tail

now why magazine style artwork? i 'unno. i thought itd look cool. and it does!! it looks SO cool!!! im so proud of it. recap magazine!! because of course im gonna make a hermitcraft recap reference are you kidding me recap is practically already a magazine reporting what gossip is happening on the hermitcraft server on any given week. its very specifically volume 9 issue 34 because thats when the crossover happened season 9 week 34 babey we love little esoteric details hell yeah!! i looked up how magazine covers work and its supposed to be like, main article big and smaller supporting side articles just kinda floating around so i did that!! and i made them funney references because of course i did! local bard catches scurvy because you cannot convince me that oli orionsound would not catch scurvy he would. does god is gay is a reference to that does bruno mars is gay nonsense article that makes me laugh everytime specifically in reference about mr smallish bean because he. has so many children. and none of them as far as i know from the lady server members theyre all lovechilds from gay lovers its hysterical and hilarious. quit your job join our sun cult is about the dawn empire because thatse the vibe that empire gives me and i think its funny. also!! thats hermitopia!! in the background!! i got the image off of the empires smp wiki and just Biggen'd it and it makes a bomb ass background hell yeah ^-^!!

also version with no text here lookit it!!

[tickly-giggles]

Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend. 

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath. 

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed, 

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

[ozarkthedog]

Could I also request something for Mr. Ben using #89 from the prompt list? 😊💗💗

summary: the repercussions of sending your boyfriend nudes while he's at work.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

warnings: 18+ only. Mr. Ben x fem!Reader. spanking. fingering. dirty talk.

word count: 628

author's note: thank you so much for celebrating and putting this obscene thought in my brain. hope you rot in horny jail with me. 💙 FIRST TIME WRITING MR. BEN!

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING?!”

You almost spit your wine all over the dining room table as your boyfriend, Ben, stands before you aghast. 

It was harmless fun, really it was. You had some time to kill after lunch and thought he’d enjoy the naughty surprise. It was rather stupid in the long run to send him topless photos while he was at work but you’d barely seen him all week and your hormones got the best of you.

“Thank god I didn’t have my phone connected to the monitor!” His hands perched on his hips as pins you with a hard stare. “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

You squirm in your seat. His tone is harsh, leaving no room for error. You fucked up big time.

You shake your head and begin to apologize but clicks his tongue and stalks towards you.

“Too late.” He hisses. 

With ease, he tugs you from the chair only to take your place as he tosses you over his lap. “Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”  

In a flash, he yanks your panties and leggings half way down your thighs and locks your legs together. You teeter on his lap, his solid muscly thighs press crudely into your curves as you sweetly beg forgiveness. 

“Hush, Baby.” Ben’s chest rumbles as he smooths his hand over your ass. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you bent over like this. Taking your punishment like a good girl. Made me so fuckin’ hard.” 

A heavy hand lands on your rump with a thwap. You jolt and grab his calf as the pain radiates across your flesh. Your head hangs between your shoulders as you bite back the whimpers that threaten to fall spank after spank.

“You’ll be my good girl, right?” He grabs the base of your hairline and yanks your head back. His nose grazes your cheek as he nuzzles his lips against your jaw. “Answer me.” 

He carelessly rubs the tender, raised skin on your ass forcing a whine to bubble from your lips. 

“Yes, please. I’m sorry.” You sniffle and yelp when he tugs on your locks.

“Thatta girl.” He beams before lowering your head to hang once more. 

His sinful touch moves lower, nestling thick fingers between your thighs, he finds you slick and wanting. “Lookit’ you getting soaked from a punishment.” He tsks. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You mewl as he spears you open with his fingers. He deviously glides his thick digits across every spot that makes you see stars and leaves you breathless. “You’re making a mess. Can you hear it?” A continuous sticky sound hits your ears with each overwhelming thrust of his wrist. 

“You know, this isn’t how a good girl is supposed to behave.” His condescending tone has you lurching in his lap. Suffocating bliss fogs your mind and seeps into your bloodstream. “Good girls don’t  drip down their thighs from getting spanked.”

Your grip on his calf gets tighter as the pleasure mounts and races up your spine. He wickedly curls his fingers, zeroing in on the spongy spot behind your clit as your cunt pulses and constricts. “That’s it. Good girl.”

With a shout, you cum around his fingers and he continuously fucks you through your orgasm despite your whimpers of protest.

You hear him groan as he sucks your cream off his fingers. His hard cock pokes into your belly and ignites a searing burst of arousal deep in your belly. He slips you onto your knees between his thighs and you come face to face with his throbbing cock hidden beneath his slacks.

“Now you show me how sorry you really are.”

[travlersjoy444]

Nature, Human or Otherwise

2012 Raph x Reader

You and Raph find a baby alien-turtle. Alternate title: The Epic Highs and Lows of Co Pet Ownership.

'Tis a loose sequel to my fic 'Human Nature', but you can easily read it on it's own. Could be read as platonic/queerplatonic, but the romance vibes are stronger here than in the last one.

Word count: 3k

***

  “Hey, is that some sorta egg?” Raph asked, somewhere behind me.

  I shrugged, not really in the mood for that considering we were on a tiny ledge hanging over a pit of lava.

  “I think it is.” He mumbled, and I heard him move closer to it.

  “Okay…” I grunted, fiddling with my dumb high-tech grappling hook. “Who computerizes grappling hooks, anyways?!” I hissed. “This is so stupid-”

  “(Y/N), look!”

  “Oh look, whaddaya know. It just had to be turned off and on again, apparently.” I scoffed, hitting the hook against a rock. “Stupid thing…me and Donnie’s mechanical design works way better. Alas, they’re all back on Earth, our dear home that we have left in favor of pursuing the stars…” I lamented, but Raph grabbed my shoulder pauldron and spun me around instead of listening to my monologue.

  “Hm?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

  He pointed at whatever it was that he’d been talking about. I blinked, taking in the object’s round shape and spotted pattern…

  “Oh my god, is that an egg?” I gasped, whipping out my blaster. “Are we in an alien nest like in Mikey’s comic?!”

  “Hey- watch where ya aim that thing!” Raph yelped, shoving it away from the egg. “We don’t know what’s in there!”

  “Exactly! It could be Squirrelnoids again, or something even more freaky and unsettling!” I said, but I lowered my blaster anyway.

  “Well…I still don’t want us to kill it until we’re sure it’s terrifying. I really don’t need to have killed two innocent creatures within a year.” Raph said, crossing his arms, and I remembered how this was a slightly touchy subject for him.

  “Ah…okay. Fine.” I sighed, shoving my blaster back into its holster. “But if it tries to asexually reproduce inside of your digestive system again, I ain’t helping.”

  Raph rolled his eyes. “Ew. Ya just had to mention that, didn’t ya.”

  “Look, it may have mildly traumatized me-” I began to admit, but Raph cut me off.

  “Lookit, it’s hatching!” He whispered, pointing at the egg.

  I swallowed. “Radical.” I muttered sarcastically, but my curiosity grew as the creature began to poke its head out of the eggshell.

  It was little, and…purple, with big purple eyes and…was that a shell? 

  Yeah, that was definitely a shell…it was a…turtle?

  “Aw, it’s kinda cute!” Raph said, beaming as he scooped it up.

  “Alien turtles, eh?” I said, leaning over his shoulder. “...Huh, weird coincidence. And…yeah. That’s pretty adorable.” I smiled, and the turtle gave a happy squeak.

  “Where’s your mama, little guy?” Raph cooed, which was also pretty adorable, though he’d probably kill me for saying so.

  The alien turtle smiled up at us, and Raph petted its head before handing it to me. “It’s soft!” He breathed, grinning.

  I held it gently, stroking its head too, although I couldn’t feel the texture through my gloves.

  “Aww! It’s makin’ that sound you make when you’re happy!” I said, grinning as the turtle began to…purr? No…churr was the word Donnie used. “He’s churring!”

  “Shut up, I don’t do that.” Raph scoffed, failing to hide a blush behind his hand.

  “Well regardless of whether or not you do that -which you do- it’s fucking adorable! Aww, I am so glad I didn’t shoot you, little guy!” I giggled.

  “See? Told ya.” Raph said smugly.

  “Well it coulda been Squirrelnoids or Squirrelanoid-adjacent, Raphael. We’re just lucky this time.” I said, sticking out my tongue.

  Raph sighed. “...I guess.”

  I smiled and set the turtle down. “Where’s your nest, little guy?” 

  It squeaked and took a few steps forward.

  “Woah, careful…” I frowned as it tottered towards the cliff edge.

  Raph panickedly jumped over, blocking it off. “Woah- you’re too close to the bad lava, lil’ fella! …Better stay with Uncle Raph for now.” He smiled, setting it on his shoulder.

  “Uncle Raph?” I beamed. “This is so fucking cute.”

  He rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Hey, we can’t have him just wander into the lava, can we?”

  “No, you’re right, you’re just also adorable.” I smirked.

  Raph blushed. “Shut up, (Y/N), I am not.”

  I shrugged. “Sure, and I’m a Sqirrelnoid.”

  “...You are not letting that one go, are ya?” 

  “Look, I’m not kidding when I say that that was traumatizing. And I wasn’t even the one who had to eat squirrel…eugh…bleh.” I winced at the memory…ugh. 

  “...Just use your grappling hook an’ get us outta here, okay?” Raph sighed.

  “Okay, okay.”

***

  “Hey guys, look!” Raph grinned as we reached the top of the wall.

  “Seriously, check this out!” I smiled, patting the little turtle’s head as it sat on Raph’s shoulder.

  “Woaaah.” Mikey said, staring wide eyed as he helped me up.

  “A baby turtle?” Casey said, bounding over to take a look. “What’d you do, lay an egg down there?!” He added, prodding Raph. Raph rolled his eyes.

  “Hilarious, Jonsey.” I said, snorting. “Obviously that isn’t how it would work, biologically speaking, considering Raphael is-”

  Raph punched me in the arm, and I grinned. “What, not in the mood for some sweet sweet science, Rafa?” I said, wigging my eyebrows.

  “You know, sometimes I really like you, (Y/N)...And then you do this and we go back to square one.” Raph deadpanned.

  “Hey- this is not a good time to adopt an alien pet, guys.” Donnie scowled, but he was interrupted by Mikey swooping in and snatching the turtle.

  “Aw, loooook! He’s almost as cute as me!” Mikey grinned, spinning it around. Raph clenched his fists, and swiped the turtle back. 

  “Hey! We found him first.” He said with a scowl. 

  “Yeah, this is our adorable alien turtle, hands off!” I said, crossing my arms.

  “Ouch!” Raph yelped behind me.

  “Oh jeez, you good?!” I said, spinning around, but by then he was already smiling again. In fact, he almost looked proud.

  “M’ fine, he just bit me.”

  “Aww, is chompy here learnin’ violence? I’m so proud!” I cooed, patting its head.

  Raph snapped his fingers. “(Y/N), that’s it! We’ll call you Chompy Picasso, little guy!” He exclaimed, nuzzling the baby turtle that was now named Chompy.

  “Ohmigosh, it got cuter.” I all but squealed.

  “What, the alien or Raph?” Casey teased, leaning on my shoulder.

  “Both.” I grinned, not even making the effort to act embarrassed. 

  “Well what you guys need to do is find out who his mom is and give him back.” April pointed out.

  “Forget it! We’re on a mission to save Earth, not alien turtles!” Leo protested, somehow looking even more done with our shit than usual.

  “Hey, hold up, we gotta-” 

  But Raph was cut off by the sight in the distance.

  Triceraton ships.

  Shit.

***

  Still reeling from everything that’d happened in trying to retrieve the generator piece, I stared out the window of the ship.

  I swallowed thickly as we catapulted away from the supernova, away from Tokka, and away from…

  Away from Chompy.

  Raph grimaced, coming to the same realization. “Chompy was with her.” He said softly, his voice coming out broken, not unlike the time I’d found him crying over a baby turtle back on Earth.

  I rose from my station and stood by him, and he wordlessly pulled me into a rare side hug.

  “Now he’s gone.” He whispered into my shoulder, putting words to the truth that we wished wasn’t true.

  “I’m so sorry, Raph.” I murmured, squeezing him slightly.

  “Uh…dudes? What about the lil’ guy hitchin’ a ride on your shell?” Mikey interrupted, and sure enough, something crawled onto my hand where it rested on Raph’s back.

  I jumped and pulled away…only to see Chompy happily perched on my hand. “Omigosh! Raph!”

  Raph’s eyes widened, and his sad expression fell into a grin. “Chompy!” He exclaimed, snatching the turtle from me to give him a hug. “You’re okay!”

  Chompy churred, nuzzling my hand as I petted him. “He made it!” I beamed.

  Raph paused, a flicker of remorse flashing across his face. “But what about Tokka? …She was just trying to protect the fragment…and Chompy…”

  “I mean…I guess sacrifices have to be made, or something like that, but still…” I trailed off, sighing. “Poor Tokka.”

  “What about Earth?” Leo challenged, ever the beacon of hope and joy as he so often was (n’t).

  But he was right, aside from my attitude.

  Earth easily took priority over alien turtles.

***

  “Got the stuff?”

  I smiled proudly, taking the bag off my back.  I’d just returned from a chaotic shopping trip with the Professor, and I’d managed to find the supplies we needed.

  “So I found a fabric merchant. Also may have gotten into a knife fight, but who’s to say- that’s unimportant at the moment, though, because I do indeed have the goods.”

  Raph grinned, opening the bag. “Chompy is gonna have the coolest space turtle bed.”

  “Right? I found so many cool fabrics!” I beamed. “Like lookit, this one is so freaking soft!” 

  “This is perfect- hey wait you got in a knife fight?” Raph said, pausing.

  “Yeah, it was both fantastically invigorating and completely terrifying. Did you know alien knives sometimes have blasters in them? Because I did not until very recently. Apparently alien knives sometimes have blasters in them.” I shrugged. “I’ve got my armor though, so everything was mostly fine.”

  “‘Mostly’?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide.

  I nodded. “Don’t worry, the worst injury is this friction burn on my fist from punching some idiot whose entire outfit was made of sand paper for some reason. I’m good, Raphael.”

  “Good, ya better be. The med bay here is really depressing, I’d hate having to go there more than I have to.” He said, seemingly trying to sound gruff.

  “Awww, so that means you’d visit me Red?” I teased, leaning on him dramatically. 

  “No.” He grunted, shoving me off. “Chompy would miss you, that’s all.”

  “Ah, of course.” I nodded, playing along. “Well please inform Chompy that I’d love for him to visit me during my theoretical trip to the infirmary, as his company is truly delightful.”

  “Maybe you should tell him so yourself.” Raph smirked, petting Chompy as he sat on Raph’s pillow, sleeping.

  “Oh beloved Chompy-” I began dramatically, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen thine adorable face…”

  “Shh, don’t wake him up!” Raph nudged me.

  I held my hands up in defeat, and whispered “Thou hast no taste for the dramatics, dearest Raphael.” 

  He scoffed and rolled his eyes good naturedly. “You’re a nerd, you know that?” 

  “Having an extensive knowledge of the arts does not make me a nerd.” I grinned.

  “No, but writing your own grappling hook blueprints when you already have a grappling hook totally does. Who does math on purpose?!”

  “Creative people who have limitless access to a mechanics genius. I probably wouldn’t be doin’ anything like this if Donnie didn’t help me out as often as he does.” I said, smiling fondly. 

  “Plus- I’m sorry, but Fugatoid’s computerized grappling hooks are unreliable and frustrating to deal with. I can’t not build my own when faced with such inefficiency, it’d be a safety hazard.” I rambled, clenching my hands into fists at the thought.

  Raph shook his head, coughing something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Nerd’.

  “You’re a nerd, you read vegetable comics!” I retaliated.

  “Shut up! You gave me those vegetable comics!” He snapped.

  “Yeah well you read them, Mr. Tough Guy-” I egged him on.

  “They were good! The characters were really deep and shockingly relatable despite the ridiculous premise!” He yelled, flinging a fabric roll at me. 

  I caught it, eyes narrowed. “Hey. Don’t.”

  Raph’s eyes widened for some reason. “Oh- shit, (Y/N), I- I’m so sorry-”

  I tossed the fabric back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Dude if we’re gonna spar we gotta not wake up Chompy.”

  “Oh- we’re gonna spar?” He stuttered.

  “Yeah? That’s what we do?” I grinned, hopping off the bed.

  He relaxed a bit. “Okay, usual rules?”

  “Mild contact, no weapons or excessive strikes…but I guess fabric as a weapon is fair game this time?” I offered, balling up my fists and bouncing on my feet as I settled into my fighting stance.

  “First one to hit the ground loses?” Raph smiled, slipping into his own fighting stance.

  “You’re goin’ down, Rafa.” I grinned.

  “Not if you do first!” He exclaimed, lunging at me.

   I smirked and tossed a ball of blue fabric at his face, and as he stumbled, I jumped behind him.

  He tore the fabric off and caught my wrist, but I twisted his arm until I was the one holding his wrist. He tried to shove me off, but I pulled him towards me as hard as I could.

  Sadly, he took advantage of the proximity and used his free hand to grab my ankle, pushing both of us off balance, and we fell to the floor with a loud THUD.

  I sighed as I realized I was at the bottom of our tangle of limbs. I’d hit the ground first.

   That meant another heartbreaking tally on the ‘Times Raph beat (Y/N) at sparring’ scorecard.

  Raph grinned at me, apparently realizing the same thing as he propped his head up on his elbow.

  “How’s the weather down there?” He said smugly.

  I rolled my eyes good naturedly, smiling back. “Heavy?” I grunted, sticking my tongue out.

  He smiled fondly. “Hm. That sucks for you, I guess, loser.” He said with an exaggerated yawn as he spread himself out.

  “You know- relaxing your body- just- makes you- feel heavier?” I hissed.

  “Hm? Can’t hear you from all the way up here.” Raph said.

  I shook my head. “You’re an arse, y’know that?”

  “Ew! What the- guys, you can’t do that in front of Chompy!” Said a voice at the door, and Raph stiffened. 

  “Mikey- Shut up!” He said, voice cracking. “We’re sparrin’!”

  I nodded, feeling heat rise to my face as I imagined what this looked like. Raph was on top of me, his plastron spread diagonally across my stomach, and he had been resting his head on his hand as I glared at him across the floor…which could easily be misread, especially at Mikey’s angle from the door…

  But instead of voicing my understanding, I replied in a monotone voice “Can confirm- we sparred.”

  “Yeah I know that!” Mikey exclaimed.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Then wha-”

  “Parents shouldn’t fight in front of their kids, imagine how poor lil’ Chompy must feel!” He said sadly.

  Raph’s face went as red as his mask. “MIKEY- (Y/N) and I aren’t- shut up!”

  I nodded again. “We're co-pet owners, not co-parents. Chompy ain’t a kid, really, he’s a baby alien who has mannerisms similarly aligned with those of a dog or cat or other domestic mammals and…whatever.”

  “...Well I still got my eyes on you. This is mighty suspicious.” Mikey hissed.

  “No it’s not! We spar all the time, Michelangelo!” Raph yelled. “Now get outta my room before we both decide we wanna spar you!”

  “Okay okay okay!” Mikey squeaked, ducking out of the room. 

  Raph sighed as his footsteps finally faded, relaxing onto me again. “What a doofus.”

  “Yeah…” I agreed, smiling a bit. “You’re still on top of me.” I noted. I was pretty sure my limbs were close to falling asleep.

  “And you still-” He paused to yawn for real this time, “-lost.” He smiled, and something about the way he was looking at me felt…softer than usual. Gentler…

  A weird feeling on my stomach broke me out of my thoughts though. It was like…a hum…and it was coming from Raph? After a second the purr-like noise followed it, and I grinned. He was churring again.

  But Raph’s eyes widened in surprise and mortification. He rolled off me and stood straight up at record speed, blushing even redder than he had earlier, but the churring continued. 

  He slammed his hand over his mouth then, only somewhat managing to muffle the sound. He blushed harder, cringing.

  I clambered up after him, and fell back onto the bed next to Chompy. 

  Chompy blinked an eye open, and I took his apparent consciousness as a cue to hug the little turtle.

  “...You know, when Chompy purrs, I think it’s sweet, not freaky or embarrassing…” I said casually as the churring stopped, stroking Chompy’s head.

  Raph mumbled something that was rendered unintelligible by his hand, but his eyes softened.

  I patted the spot on the bed next to me, smiling as encouragingly as I could.

  He sighed and sat awkwardly next to me, staring at the floor in embarrassment. 

  “So…” I said, trying to sound gentle. “So I’m assuming you don’t...like it when that happens?”

  “….I can’t control it.” He finally said, petting Chompy as the little turtle churred in my arms.

  “Neither can he,” I pointed out.

  Raph rolled his eyes. “He’s a turtle turtle, not a mutant turtle. Like you said to Mikey, he’s like a cat or something. I mean… it’s cute when he does it, but…”

  “You do it around your brothers too, you seem fine when that happens?” 

  He shrugged. “That’s different, they get it. They do it too, they don’t think it’s weird.”

  “Well I like it. It’s sweet, Rafa.” I smiled.

  He blushed, finally looking up at me. “...really?”

  “Yeah. So does he.” I grinned, smushing Chompy into his face. 

  “Aw, Chompy!” He laughed, pulling both of us into a hug.

  “Hey- hey dude, I appreciate the affection, but you’re screwin’ up my hair-” I laughed, my face pressed into his plastron.

  “Oh no, this is a chokehold, actually.” He grinned, and set Chompy on my head. Chompy chewed on a strand of my hair. “See?”

  “Dammit you two! This is a betrayal!” I giggled, but didn’t make any effort to get out of it.

  Raph’s churring started up again, but this time he just shot me an embarrassed shrug and pulled me and Chompy closer. I smiled.

  I missed Earth a lot, but at least I had my weird little family here with me, right?

   And maybe that family is a disgruntled mutant teenager with anger issues and our pet space turtle…and maybe I missed my Earth family too, but either way, at the end of the day, I was happy.

  Y’know. So long as we managed to successfully save Earth…but that was a worry for another day.

*** 

Author's note: Can you tell how much the Squirrelnoids episode freaked me out? :')

[9haharharley1]

Twick or tweet!

Aw, lookit how cute! Happy Halloween, my friend! Have some pompep:

"You're gorgeous like this..."

His cock jumped on the other side of the wall and Danny hated that his eyes filled with tears. Vlad stared down at him with dark eyes, nearly black from his dilated pupils. A big hand moved under him to support his head and neck. Danny breathed out a shaky breath.

"That's all well and good, but can you help me stand up now?" There was a hint of pleading in his tone, but he was proud that he was able to keep the tremor out of his voice. Above him, Vlad released a heavy sigh.

"Not yet, little badger..." he practically whispered, and Danny felt his heart speed up. Humiliation burned brightly in him, and he just wanted to curl up in the shower and disappear, but Vlad wasn't letting him. His cheeks were flushed with his embarrassment. Vlad ran a finger over one. "God, look at you..." His words were near reverent and Danny only blushed harder. "Completely at my mercy... Oh, the things I could have gotten away with just a few years ago - a few months ago, even..." He leaned over Danny just as Danny's right arm went intangible, and he shot it through the wall to push the older man away - but it was still intangible and went right through Vlad's head. Danny couldn't do anything, couldn't push at Vlad, couldn't force him to stand him upright or phase him back through the wall.

"I should take pictures of this moment..." Vlad continued. His lips hovered a few inches from Danny's forehead, dark eyes bleeding red. "I should keep a momento of this, of you, trapped with no hope of escape except to beg for my help..." Danny's eyes widened, and Vlad smirked. "Can you do that, my little badger?" He brushed the softest of kisses to Danny's damp skin. Danny's arm became visible, but his hand did not, and Vlad grabbed his wrist in a firm hand. Danny whined. "Say, 'Pretty please, Vlad.'" He stood up straight again, staring Danny down with an intensity he wasn't used to.

Danny opened his mouth - to beg or tell him to fuck off, he wasn't sure yet - only to notice something out of the corner of his vision. He tilted his head back just a bit, his eyes widening, and a sound he had never made before escaped from the back of his throat. "Are you"- he gasped, tone incredulous, "Are you seriously getting off on this right now?!"

[cosmic-kaden]

Loud and Hopeful.

Ship: Mills x Kaden

Words: 1,787 (Whoa lookit me gooooo)

cw: some swearing? Kaden basically calling Mills an idiot the entire time lmao

summary: Kaden isn't as alone as they thought they were.

If you do not self-ship please dni. I have anxiety lol

ok 2 rb

Night was quickly consuming the the skies, twinkling stars slowly faded into existence as the last parts of the sun fell under the horizon and Kaden sighed. They usually loved the night, The loved to bask in the moonlight, to walk around and enjoy the night air but for the last month they were unable to enjoy the night like they used to. Calm and peace was met with stress and panic. sounds of the night replaced with screeches and deep rumbles.

On this particular night however, something was out of the ordinary, Kaden had the past month to learn and to study the creatures of this planet, staying out of sight but close enough to see their day to day activities and nightly routines, they were like clockwork more often than not but not tonight, tonight something had them stirred up. Kaden slipped from their perch up in a tree, making quiet footsteps along a small pathway between the lining of trees, their flashlight flickering as they gave it a shake.

The light dimly lit their immediate surroundings, the glow falling on to a tree. Kaden tilted their head, their eyebrows furrowing as they stepped closer to it, this tree adorned a large marking, something Kaden had not seen before.

They stepped closer, a few twigs snapping under their feet and leave shuffling as they approached the tree, it had a deep red marking. It was new, Kaden had never seen it here before. It looked man made? Was someone here? At that moment Kaden jumped, their heart jumping into their throat as they seen someone run past the trees just as the heavy rain picked up.

"HEY!" Kaden yelled quickly, their feet taking off before the rest of their body, their footsteps heavy against the grass and dirt under them, They caught up with the person, they were a little shorter than Kaden was and Kaden managed to tackle them down, the person looking up to Kaden, fear stricken in their eyes.

It was a young girl? where did she come from!? "Where did you come from!?" Kaden asked quietly. The girl didn't respond, she looked scared beyond all reason. "Hey.. What's your name?" Once again, Kaden was met with silence. The girl mumbled something which Kaden could not understand, they figured this girl did not speak the same language as they did. The young girl pointed towards a cave up on the hill and just as Kaden looked in the direction of where she was pointing there were very loud bangs coming from inside.

"Gunfire?" Kaden looked between the girl and the cave. "Find a safe place and stay there!" Kaden commanded before their feet were once again moving, this time towards the cave. Their heart rapped in their chest, there were more people here? When? how? Kaden had a million questions flooding their mind, maybe there was hope of getting off this god forsaken place?

Kaden stopped dead in their tracks, noticing the very large, looming shadow moving around the entrance. Kaden inhaled deeply, Kaden had seen this one before it seemed to be the big baddie around these parts save for the littler ones who were much smaller but traveled in packs. Luckily for Kaden the large mass was growing tired of waiting around and soon stomped off. Kaden bolted for the cave, it was small but there was a hole that lead down, Kaden grabbed the makeshift bat off their back and took a running start, skidding down through the hole, their feet hit the bottom and they gave a small grunt, it was little harder of a fall than they initially thought.

Kaden jumped once more hearing gunshots, louder now as they rang out through the tight naturally made corridors, it was a tight fit but Kaden squeezed through to see a one of those small creatures now dead. Kaden smacked their flashlight causing it to flicker. In the flicker a man held their gun out blindly into the darkness and Kaden was quick to take a swing at him with their bat, not with the intention to hurt him but with the intention of disarming him, he let out a yell, the fire arm clattering to the ground as Kaden used the end of their bat to press against his chest, pushing backwards, he lost his footing and fell, the pressure tightening on his chest as Kaden pressed the bat against him.

"Can you be any fucking louder!?" Kaden growled angrily.

It was dark but the man managed to get his own flashlight on, flicking it on. It was much brighter than Kaden's and it sounded like the man had lost all his breath not just from the surprise attack but if he was surprised to see someone else there.

"Where did you come from?" He spoke, hardly above a whisper, he was in shock.

"Oh so now you're going to act all quiet when everything in their mother knows you're here. How stupid are you? Like actually?" Kaden snarled, they were pissed off at this mans carelessness, yes they were just as shocked to see someone else here but they were angry.

"I was protecting myself-" He grumbled grabbing the front part of Kaden's bat, shoving it off of him before he regained his balance and stood to his feet with a huff.

This guy was tall and he had a very commanding presence. Was he military maybe? Kaden couldn't see him too well, not only did their own flash light lack the brightness they were also being momentarily blinded by his better light.

"Can you turn that thing off! You're a walking beacon." Kaden scoffed and to their surprise the man turned off his flashlight.

The man gathering that perhaps this person might know a thing or two that he didn't he decided now would be a better time than any to once again ask them where they came from.

"If you're asking if I'm a local no. I'm not..in a sense.. crashed here about a month ago due to faulty navigation systems and an asteroid belt- " Kaden sighed, looking around the cave, their hand moving between cracks to feel for any sort of breeze that would indicate an exit.

"You too?" He asked in shocked, it was very similar to how he had gotten there. "I lost pretty much everyone aboard my ship but found-- Where's Koa!?" he quickly asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Koa? That little girl that was out there?" Kaden asked as they found a small opening. "Hey, hey, tall and brooding, we can probably get through here but I have no idea what's on the othe--" Kaden was in the midst of talking when the man interjected.

"Yes, yes the little girl. looks about 13- Her name is Koa she's a survivor. Where is she?" He asked, his voice getting more and more panicked.

"I told her to hide somewhere safe- I'm not too sure if she understood me though….she doesn't speak our language does she?" Kaden asked through grunts as they made their way through the small opening. "Hey I feel wind!"

That got the mans attention as he quickly followed after Kaden, they both made their way through and popped out into a small opening at the side of the cave and Kaden sighed, taking a deep breath of the night air before bringing their attention towards the man.

Once again taking in his height, the moonlight being a good source of light Kaden noticed his rugged appearance, He was physically fit, he wore an intense expression on his face. His hair looked black in the night, it was messy and his skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat, he looked about 6'0" maybe a little taller than that.

The man looked over to Kaden and Kaden blinked up at him. He too took a moment to take in their appearance. They were shorter than he was, he assumed around 5'4"/5'5" their hair wasn't a natural colour but instead a light purple, their bang hung in their eyes and they had piercings displayed on their lower lip and eyebrow. It was hard to make out the colour of their eyes in the dark but when he turned on his flash light he could easily tell they were green.

"That's too bright. shut the damn thing off." Kaden insisted again, reaching over and grabbing the snap on flashlight off his shoulder.

"We need that to see!" He snapped to which Kaden tossed him theirs.

"It's dimmer. You can get by with this while avoiding any visitors…dumbass" Kaden shook their head in disbelief the last part coming out as more of a whisper than anything.

He chose to ignore their insult and simply asked. "You know this place?"

"Not really but I studied whatever the hell these things are for the past month and I got a real good idea of what they're like. Some aren't hostile for the most part but there are a select few who will not hesitate to turn you into a fleshy pulp-"

"What do you suggest we do?" He asked and Kaden was quick to snap.

"Well being more quiet would be a start. Stop shooting your gun off like it's going out of style." Kaden started to walk and the man was quick to follow. "Keep your lights dim and know when to move around- It's easier at night but you gotta watch out for a few of those things that you shot up in the cave. They move in packs and surround prey- before you know it you could easily lose a limb or two in the blink of an eye."

"Seems like you know more about this place than we do…speaking of we-" the man huffed.

"I'll help you find her. She couldn't have run far." Kaden stopped and looked to the man. "Your daughter?"

"No." He was quick to say, "Just a passenger who survived, her parents sadly didn't make it but I have reading that one of my ships escape pods are still here and functional. I'm taking her to it."

"Koa was her name?" Kaden asked.

"Yeah."

"And you?" Kaden looked at him.

"What?"

"Your name, what's your name."

"Mills." He simply stated

"Mills.." They echoed. "I'm Kaden."

"Nice to meet you." Mills nodded his head as they continued to walk and look for Koa.

Kaden had no idea who this guy was or who this kid they were looking for was but they did know one thing; they weren't alone anymore and in that one small instance Kaden felt something they hadn't felt ever since they crash landed here. They felt a sense of hope.

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[gretavanlace]

Alabama Song

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, mild impact play, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, degradation, use of toys, etc.

This one’s for this beauty...thank you, my lovely anon

“You’re fucking disgusting.” your words are mashed together into one languid syllable as you tug Jake into the bedroom, both of you wobbling on four left feet. “You stink of whiskey…” you lean in and draw in a breath of him, “and weed.”

“S’that any way to speak to…” he stumbles over himself, weight landing hard against you. You aren’t any steadier, and you crash to the ground with matching groans.

“We fell down.” he informs you seriously, like you might not have realized.

“Now we’ve gotta get up.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal, but honestly, you can’t begin to fathom how you’ll go about doing so.

“That any way to speak to the whiskey warrior?” he asks, completing his thought this time around, except ‘warrior’ comes out sounding more like…well, like nothing the English language has ever boasted.

“You didn’t beat Josh.” you point out, rolling on to your stomach. Maybe if you can hike yourself up on your knees, you might find the way to your feet more easily.

“YesssIdid…” he slurs, sounding incredulous.

“You drank more, but then you puked on yourself.” you remind him, resting your cheek on the floor of the bedroom to stop the room from spinning.

“That was a cough s’all.” he lies, shaking his fist around like a frustrated old man. “I won’t stand for this character assasination.”

“Assas-na-tay-shunnn?” you ask, poking fun at the way his heavy, drunk tongue has massacred the word.

“‘Y’heard me.” he offers an exaggerated nod and crawls over to where you’re trying to pull yourself up.

“Help me into bed, wouldya, darling? Seem to have lost me legs.”

“Pirate Jake’s no fun.” you complain. “Where’s Oliver? I want Oliver.”

He gives up and sprawls out on the floor, limbs splayed out like he might be readying to make a snow angel. “S’just ‘cause you wanna fuck Oliver.”

“So?” No point in arguing. At last, you manage to haul yourself to your feet, steeling yourself against the bed. “C’mon up here and fuck me, Kiszka.”

“Sammy boy!” he snaps his fingers sloppily into the air. “Josh? Kelly? Hell, Ronnie? Anybody? The lady’s requested a Kizska.” he slurs his own last name adorably.

“Y’know which Kiska I want.” you nudge him in the ribs with your toe when he rolls closer to your feet.

“Help.” he says it softly, almost like he’s calling your name in his sleep the way he sometimes does.

“Oh no,” you lament. “This is going to be bad.”

He nods slowly in agreement, and thrusts his hand up at you.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but eventually you’re both stretched out across the mattress, loose limbs tangled together.

“Can I tell you something?” you whisper, unsure of whether he’s already passed out or not.

“Go on, darling.” he mumbles.

“You kinda smell like vomit.” you smile, though he can’t see you in the dark. It’s doubtful he could focus on you in the light, even if there was any to be seen.

“It’s a new cologne. French, you uncultured swine.”

“Did you jus’ call me a swine?” you ask with feigned shock.

“S’also french.” he slurs. “Means pretty.”

You roll over and straddle his lap gracelessly. “You smell terrible.” you run your hand through the tangled mess of his tresses. “And your hair is so gross. All knotted and sweaty. Speaking of sweat, you’re covered in it. Lookit yourself…” your fists curl into his wrinkled, stained shirt and then reach up, trying your hardest to brush the drenched locks, that stick to his face in ribbons, away. “Fuckin’ mess.”

“Be nice.” he ruts his hips up into you, but you feel nothing but softness.

“Never said I didn’t like it. I’ll fuck you just like this. I’ll fuck you all dirty and sloppy drunk…I don’t care.”

“Not the only one who’s drunk.” he points out lazily. “Look at your pretty tits falling out of your shirt and you didn’t even notice. Bad girl.”

“Why are you lookin’ at my tits, Jacob? Pervert.” you tease, yanking down on the scoop neck of your top to expose them totally.

“‘Cause I wanna put them in my mouth.” he says it matter-of-factly, like the answer should have been obvious.

“Do it then.” you challenge.

He lifts his weary head from the pillow and immediately drops it back down. “Bring them to me, will you, baby?”

You lean forward and he begins to suck at your right nipple with a messy, yet somehow delicate, technique…completely ignoring the left in a way he normally never would. Soon, his suckles begin to slow, drawing out gently…a baby drifting off at his mother’s breast.

“Jake…” you call softly.

His eyes laze open, slightly unfocused.

“Please, Jakey?” you need him so badly, but again, when you grind down into his lap…nothing.

“You’re gonna have to wake it up, darling.” he mumbles around the tightened tip of your breast. “Whiskey dick’s a bitch.”

“Goddamn you and Josh with your stupid drinking contests.” you snap, but it’s quiet and subdued, as you are also far too intoxicated to get properly worked up.

“Dinnit see you turnin’ anything down.” he points out, pawing at your hair as you wind a swerving path down his body.

It takes much too long for you to figure out how to operate his belt, and even longer to maneuver his button and zipper around…but finally, his cock rests, soft and sleeping, inches from your kiss.

“Dunno, Jakey…” you tease, licking along his length. “Seems like this pretty dick of yours doesn’t feel like coming out to play.”

“Shhh, put it in your mouth.” the demand rambles out of him as if it’s all one listless word.

He’s clammy and damp everywhere. Sweat beading and rolling down the expanse of his body. The scent of him, so just completely…Jake, is intensified ten-fold. It’s indecent and vulgar, salacious and improper, and it makes you love it even more. It makes you want it even more. You want to lick him clean…to swallow it all down as you nestle your face against him.

You ignore his cock and sink down further until the flat of your tongue can roam along his balls in a slow, savoring, stripe.

“Don’t, baby…” he protests with a shivering sigh. “M’all sweaty…you don’t have to-”

He quiets with a sharp hiss of breath when you suck one into your mouth, rolling it this way and that on your tongue with tender care.

You work him over thoroughly, sucking and licking every inch of him until he’s dripping wet, humming in pleasure, scratching at your scalp, purple marks blooming on the insides of his thighs…yet still– soft.

“‘Kay,” he wraps his hands around your shoulders and bestows a clumsy pat. “If I remember this in the morning, m’gonna pretend I don’t…but baby, it’s not happening.”

“Try.” you protest, sucking his soft, silken dick back into your mouth.

“Been trying, darling.” he sounds hopeless, and wasted…unbelievably wasted.

“But I want it.” you pout, sloppily lapping over his unresponsive tip. “C’mon and make me cum.”

His hand swats at your thigh with a uncoordinated flourish. “Come sit on Daddy’s face.” His words, slurred nearly beyond recognition or not, light a fire in your belly. Still, you argue, rightfully.

“You can’t even make your tongue work to form words, Jacob…” incidentally, neither can you. “How do you expect to get me off with it?”

“Know what?” he grabs for your shirt, misses, tries again, and then pulls you down close. “‘Bout tired of your smart mouth, little miss hot shit.”

“Bet Josh could get it up.” you tease, licking into his mouth. “Maybe I should go ask him to rail me into the couch. S’his cock s’pretty as his twin’s?”

“That’s fuckin’ it…” it tumbles out of him like he hasn’t even realized he’s spoken. “You wanna cock so bad? Grab it outta that fuckin’ drawer. Go on.”

You know what he means, but remain still all the same.

“Now, you fuckin’ cock slut. Move.” he’s still slurring to beat the band, but something hides behind his tone that makes you jump into drunken action, reaching forward to blindly search out the dildo hidden in your bedside drawer.

“Yeah,” he sounds so fucking smug. “Look at that…hurry up. I don’t have all night to fuck around with you.”

Your fingers curl around it and then, there you have it, held up and displayed between the two of you.

He snatches it out of your grip and thrusts it down beside his own cock. His first order comes, clipped and dark… “Lift your skirt.” His second, darker still, “Ride it.”

Without hesitation, you scramble around until the silicone head, smooth and still cool to the touch, is nudging at your soaked entrance. “Fuck it like it’s mine and you’re trying to make me cum. Do it.”

You slide down to the base, shuddering when his knuckles graze over your aching clit. “Aw’baby…” he stammers. “So greedy. Aren’t you sad that there won’t be any cum to fill this pretty hole of yours?”

“Fu– oh fuck…Jake…” You’re fucking yourself as best you can, unable to find a rhythm in your alcohol induced stupor.

“That’s it.” he watches you, but barely, blinking rapidly to regain his focus. “A whore…thatswhatyouare. Wretched whore…miserable little cunt always soaked n’ desperate. Tell me.”

“I am…” you nod urgently, feverishly searching for the right angle. “M’your whore.”

“Fucking vile...” he growls through his clenched teeth, “Can’t even wait for the real thing.”

Suddenly, he rips the cock out of you and before you can wrap your head around what’s happening, it’s landing, wet and heavy, against your stunned face in a revolting smack, before descending right back down to slip into your fluttering walls.

“Cum,you fucking slut...my filthy fuckin’ girl. Want it.” his tongue curls out as if he wants to lick your mouth, but you’re too far away.

Your hand drops to play with your clit, struggling to slip into the sweet, circling pace that is normally second nature. “Yeah, y’like that?” the way he sounds...sloppy, and barely there, is fucking with your head in the best way. “You like touching your pretty clit?”

“Mhmm…” you’re not sure how you’ve managed the tiny sound of confirmation, you feel a million miles away, and yet right beside him all at once. Without warning, the truth slips out before you can quiet the intrusive thought. “I hate that you’re still soft…makes me feel like you don’t want me.”

“Always want you, baby.” he hasn’t missed a beat, proving it’s the truth. “Told you, whiskey dick. You’re a fuckin’ wet dream…so hot. S’fuckin sexy.”

It’s inarticulate and less pragmatic than his reassurance would normally be, but unexpectedly, you love it all the more because of those things.

“C’mon you fuckin’ wet dream…pretty little cunt dripping all over me…cum for Daddy. Be a good girl…be a real good girl…”

His heavy lidded eyes are now trained unwaveringly between your legs, watching you work yourself over the dildo fisted in his hand as you stumble closer and closer to that blissful end you need so badly.

“Please…” you pant out, clutching at the shirt he’s still clad in, unbothered by the fact that it still bears the remnants of the dinner that drunkenly vacated his stomach.

“C’mon…” he coaxes softly, but it’s as though he’s spoken a thousand words…an opus of filthy encouragement lives in that tiny, slurred, verbal nudge.

“Jake…” it’s whiny, and drawn out. Shaking and hungry. So unlike yourself you scarcely recognize it…someone else might have stepped into the room momentarily to call his name for as foreign as it sounds.

“C’mon.” he repeats, thrusting the toy into you faster as you rock yourself down onto it. “Want it, baby. Wanna watch my sweet little thing cum. S’pretty.”

“More…” your nails curl into his soiled button up, and it’s a demand of only one word, but even in his state of intoxication, he understands. Praise…it’s what you want, what you need.

“Pretty baby…” he mumbles, fumbling around at your waist with his free hand. “That’s what you are. Beautiful…yeah, fuck…” he falters when you cry out and thrust against his hand harder. “Gorgeous little whore…all mine. Even when I can’t get it up. Still my fu- still my fuckin’ baby.”

Your head drops back, eyes gazing, unseeing, at the ceiling “Jake…” you breathe, it’s the only word you know right now “Jakejakejakejakejake fuck, please, Jake…”

You can’t see him, but you can feel his languid encouragement. He’s enjoying this, but in such a curious way, as though you could be a glass of cool lemonade he’s indulging in on a sweltering day. It’s odd to be on this solitary end of pleasure, but not unpleasant. In fact, you feel even hotter at the thought of it…taking what you want when what he wants doesn’t matter much at all. You shouldn’t love the selfishness of it as much as you do, but there it is, and it’s shoving at you, bullying you closer and closer toward the orgasm that is tugging away at the fringes of your being.

“Talk to me…” you gasp, desperate for his voice. The things he says, and the way he says them…so soft and velvety, slow and sensual, guiding you along like a beacon.

“And say what?” he pretends to mock you, but you pick up on the need in his tone right away. “How I know you need it bad? How that pussy’s making a mess of my hand?” he smacks at your face, owning you even though his movement is unskilled and messy. “Or maybe just that I love you? Love you s’much.”

Those words, that slurred, dragged out confession of adoration sends you crashing into the wall. The pleasure detonates within you, stealing your breath, leaving you unable to make a sound. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your body grinds to a halt. He’s too far gone to manhandle you around enough to continue fucking the toy up into you, so he settles on spinning it inside as you cum hard above him.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs…working you through it until you fall against him.

His hand cups the back of your head as he tugs the dildo out of you, dropping it to the floor without care. Within seconds, his breathing is deep and rhythmic…a quiet snore creeping in. It lulls you right alongside, and you slip into unconsciousness right there, wet and disheveled, curled over top of him.

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[chevvsgotanumbrellatattoo]

Sleepless, Stormy Bracelets

Synopsis: you decide to go bother the boys, finding them very sleepy, hyper, and fixated on bracelet making.

Warnings: cuss words, mention of a b!ohazard symbol

Word count: 1,018

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HI BEANS!! This is a short little fic-let I came up with about four goofy little vampire boys who definitely still reside in the Cave in Santa Carla :3

I had so much fun writing this, and it made me even happier knowing that I was writing for a new friend (@checkitoutmikey , here u go!)! Also, big shout-out to @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 for proof reading and to my sib for hyping up my random bits of dialogue I am absolutely head over heels for.

Please bear with me, formatting wise. I have never done this before and I am.. very sleepy. Also, please give credit where credit is due!🥲

Enjoy!

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Dreary. Gloomy. Overcast. Drizzly. Any word along this vein would work, but it was not yet storming.

The day had crawled by. By 7 p.m., you couldn't stand it any longer, taking your bike out to the Cave to bother your boys a bit earlier than usual. It was still drizzling. The water on your face was a welcome change to the sweltering sun that usually enveloped Santa Carla. Dodging squirrels and asshole drivers, you made it to the cave, parking and ducking inside.

"Peaches!" Paul tackle-hugged you the minute your feet hit the floor.

"Hi, Pauly." You laughed. "Couldn't sleep?" He shook his head, still squishing the daylights out of you.

"I can never sleep when it's stormin'," he planted a giant kiss on your temple before wandering off to do who knows what.

"Hey, sweetheart." Marko called from his cozy position on the couch. It was easy to see that he was still very tired. You plopped down next to his legs, jostling the smaller vampire.

"Still sleepy?" You cocked your head. He nodded.

"Paul wakes us all up when he's hyper as shit—which just so happened to be at 3 in the afternoon." Marko yawned. "Just another hour would be fantastic."

"I'll see what I can do." You tossed a blanket over the dozing boy, finding Paul looking through an assortment of beads he very clearly pilfered.

"Check it out!" He beamed. "There's a bunch of really sick charms, too!" You looked at the amalgamation of plastic charms; dinosaurs, fruits, hearts, cards, numbers, and more.

"Have you made bracelets before?" You asked. The blond looked offended.

"Duh!" He rolled his eyes before adding sheepishly, "It's just been a while."

"Let's go set up in my corner. We'll make everyone a bracelet." Slight relief washed over you as he took the bait. Did he know you were trying to keep him semi-quiet so the others could sleep? Yes. Yes, he did. Did he care? Not a bit—not as long as he was with you.

It was 9:30 by the time the others 'rolled out of bed.' Yawning and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, the three made their way over to where you and Paul sat surrounded by an arsenal of multi-colored beads and string.

"Thanks for letting us sleep, darling." David pressed a kiss to the top of your head in greeting. You smiled.

"Not a problem." You grabbed your finished gifts. "Lookit—Paul and I made bracelets."

"We can see that." Marko grinned, still waking up. You smacked his arm, laughing.

"What do they look like?" Dwayne asked. You gave them all their respective bracelets, heart warming as their faces lit up.

"Sick! Thanks!" Marko immediately slid his on. The multi-colored beads matched his jacket, no rhyme or reason to the colors—simply put, it looked cool.

"We did all black for you, David. The charm was a last minute decision." Paul said. David smirked at the black and white biohazard symbol, chuckling. The sound sent a small chill up your spine.

"Is this glitter?" He finally asked.

"Shit, I tried not to grab ones with-"

"It's fine." David slid it on, just above his other bracelets, a silent thanks. You shared a look with Paul, both stoked that the hard-headed ring leader liked it.

"Paul, what's this little guy?" Dwayne singled out a bead.

"A rabbit. We couldn't find any jaguars. We chose the blue because it was the closest to gray."

"Then we did the greenish beads to look like grass." You added. Dwayne smiled, sliding it on and adjusting the rabbit to sit on top of his wrist.

"I dig it. Thank you," he said. Paul looked elated, having been very worried about the selection of beads for his brother.

"Paul, do you have one?" Paul showed Marko the bracelet you had made; red and light brown with a guitar charm. Marko grinned.

"What about you?" Dwayne pressed lightly. You stopped. It hadn't occurred to you to make one for yourself.

"I didn't make one." You shrugged. The four stared at you for a moment. You busied yourself with the beads, feeling like they were about to start singing 'Happy Birthday' or something.

Talk about awkward.

"It's alright, really." You insisted, standing. Paul and Marko stood with you, David helping you pick your way around all the beads.

"Why don't you go pick something to listen to?" David's syrupy voice was slick to the touch. You smiled, going off in search of Paul's rock-box and the impressive hoard of cassettes the boys had amassed.

It took 20 minutes to find the damn rock-box, and another 10 to find the box of cassettes. Why the four couldn't keep them both in roughly the same spot was beyond you, but you didn't comment, instead shuffling through the rows and rows of music.

"Hey, what'dyou think? Billy Idol or Metallica?" You called to the strangely silent group. They were still huddled in the corner, voices hushed and giggles arising from Paul and Marko. You rolled your eyes. They think they're slick, you thought, popping in Metallica and reading the inner pamphlet. The guitar scratched just the right spot in the back of your head, making you smile.

"Metallica. Good choice." Marko dropped onto the couch next to you. The other three perched in their varying spots around you, grins on their faces.

"What chaos did you commit now?" You raised a knowing eyebrow. Paul stuck his tongue out at you as David lightly grabbed your wrist, flipping your palm up and setting the bracelet in your hand.

"Your favorite colors," Dwayne smiled at the awe on your face.

"Boys, it's beautiful." You beamed. "'L B?'" David chuckled weakly.

"It's us. Our… moniker, if you will." He explained. It clicked.

"Lost Boys." The word was a breath.

"We have a piece of you to take with us everywhere," Paul showcased his bracelet for effect. "And now you have a piece of us." Tears welled up behind your eyes as you realized just how much thought went into making the bracelet.

"I'll never take it off."

[siberat]

Another little prompt idea for you: a bot baby talking and cooing at their partner’s jiggly belly? Bonus points if partner pretends to be exasperated but finds the attention very endearing lol

Sitting back in his chair never felt better! In fact, Vor/tex reclined the chair back to lessen the pressure on his overly stuffed tummy. This was new to him: usually, it was A/id who enjoyed packing down the food. However, the ‘C/on, being a smart-aft, spoke taunting words to the Auto/bot.

And the Auto/bot called him out on it.

So, the roles were reversed. Instead of Vor/tex proudly showing off and feeding his lover the full-course meal, A/id got his payback. And the chopper couldn’t back down- he never backed down from a challenge! What kind of Deceptic/on would he be if he chickened out? Especially to an Auto/bot?

He was way too proud for that.

Plus, it was rather rewarding to see A/id’s face light up with glee as he took charge for once. The once meek and timid Auto/bot finally grew a pair and had no qualms about throwing sass around. Vor/tex quite liked the new A/id with his fiercely stern glares and bold demands!

 The pair started with the hors d’oeuvres, which consisted of greasy, deep-fried mozzarella sticks smothered in marinara sauce. They were fed bite by bite, the melty cheese pulling off in gooey strings.

“Baby liked those, didn’t he?” A/id cooed, pushing the empty dish aside and replacing it with a bowl filled to the brim with soup.

“Oh, this is such a big-boy meal. Can my little mech handle this? For someone so small, it may be too much!” A large spoonful of hearty, robo-chicken corn chowder was flown into the awaiting mouth, airplane style. Tex, of course, rolled his optics at the antics. For Prim/us’ sake, he was a helicopter, at least! This dish was filling on its own, and Tex felt his stomach grow heavy when the spoon clinked in the empty bowl.

“Oh, such a good little baby, hmmm?” A/id spoke in a higher-pitched, squeaky voice. “Did you have enough?”

But the feeding was nowhere near finished.

The main course was a roasted cyber-duck with all the fixings. The sides included Hasselback butternut squash, mushroom rice, cranberry pecan stuffing, and bread dumplings. The squash was very sweet, and the mushroom rice had that distinct earthy taste. However, everything was just so filling! And A/id didn’t give up. Vor/tex was not about to call it quits- he would NOT lose this battle.

The interrogator’s belly ballooned out, painfully expanding against his plating. And dessert still had to be served! Of course, Fi/rst A/id asked if he needed to stop, but there was no way he’d admit defeat.

However, there was no objection to the medic removing his abdominal plating. And once that blubbery protoform was freed and exploded onto his lap, a smidge of relief was felt. This feeling was short-lived, for a colossal strawberry cheesecake awaited him.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Fi/rst A/id spoke, trying to stifle a gloating smirk. “Such a big dish….”

Vor/tex furrowed his optics and matched the smirk. “No problem.”

“Oh, lookit this big, bad ‘C/on stepping up to the plate?” A/id giggled and winked as a plate holding a large slice of cake was pushed forward. “Let’s see how much of a big bot you really are, hmmm? Or is it all just hot air?” A spoon cut the tip off the yellow cake drizzled with red sauce and crystal strawberries and was pressed to his lips. “Open wide, big boy.”

Never taking his optics off the doctor’s, Vor/tex opened up. His mouth was filled with intoxicating sweetness. This was tasty, the sheer deliciousness awakening his taste receptors as if on fire, but he was just so full! His belly began to clench and groan in protest. Long, whiny gurgles erupted, registering warnings of pain at his more than overfilled tanks. But he swallowed. And opened his mouth for the next offering.

“Oh, lookit you go,” A/id cooed. You are so demanding… yelling at me as if I am not feeding you fast enough.”

Vor/tex rolled his optics. He didn’t speak a word. Prim/us, the way this dessert was shoveled in, he didn’t have time to speak. Bite after bite, the ‘C/on worked hard to win this unspoken challenge.

“I’m going as fast as possible.” A/id pouted, but eventually the last of the cake slice was consumed. “How are you feeling now, sweetie-pie?”

Vor/tex grimaced as he stifled a burp. His belly violently rumbled. Servos rubbed over his bloated paunch that heavily rested upon his lap. His tummy was no longer sleek and slim; now, it was as if he had swallowed a beachball filled with cement.

“Oh, you want more? Whatever you say, sweetcheeks!” A/id didn’t even bother cutting another slice; he stabbed another bite from the cake.

“Wha- “

His protests were silenced with another mouthful of dessert. Prim/us, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take! Breathing became more challenging, and sweat beaded from his brow. The room felt warm, yet more and more food was shoved into his maw. And the belly grumbles became angrier and more strained. His belly throbbed in agonizing pain as if daggers stabbed from the inside. Oh, how he yearned for relief from this torment!

“Aww, poor baby,” A/id pouted, setting down the fork and pushing the half-eaten cake away. “Was that too much to handle? Does baby need a break?”

The only response Vor/tex could muster was a sickening groan. His tanks were beyond stuffed. If he moved too quickly, he bet he’d get sick.

“Wanna sit down in that comfy-womfy recliner?” Vor/tex shook his helm yes as his belly gurgled and quivered like an earthquake. “Here, allow me to help you.” A/id’s servo gently patted at the rock-hard belly as he made a tsk sound, then held a hand out to help the bloated ‘C/on to his pedes, then to sA/id chair.

And now, Vor/tex sat relaxing, watching A/id rummaging through his tote. Some pink fluid was brought out and poured into a little cup. The medic walked over to the pained ‘C/on and held the cup out.

“Here, take this.”

“N-No more A/id,” Tec’s face contorted while his optics screamed for mercy. “If I eat anything else, I’ll pop!”

“It’s medicine,” A/id put the cup to the other’s lips. “It’ll help soothe that belly ache, babe.”

The pink fluid was tipped into parted lips, its chalky taste coating the mouth and throat when swallowed.

“Now, where were we?” A/id spoke as he pushed the chopper’s legs apart and dropped to his knees. “I think someone needs a reward…. Don’t you think?” Servos rubbed over that swollen beachball of a belly, ghosting the gentlest touch over that stretched protomesh. “Just lookit how big you got. Are you all full and cozy?”

Vor/tex rolled his optics, then clenched them shut as yet another gurgle rippled through his gut.

“Awwww, that’s it…. Let it out, baby.” A/id cooed. His servos rubbed in wide circles over the vast crest of the tummy, then his face dipped in to steal a kiss. “You did such a swell job. I think you need a reward, don’tcha think?”

Vor/tex’s engines nearly revved at that thought, and he repositioned his hips for what he thought he would receive. However, the medic’s hands stilled any movement.

“Oh, don’t worry. All my attention is going to be on you and you alone…” A/id sA/id sweetly, between pecking kisses to the rumbly belly. “I’ll make you feel all good in no time.”

“Hey A/id…. I’m up here…” Vor/tex pointed his servos upwards and gave his most alluring grin, but his partner paid him no mind.  Instead, he just felt the belly rub and kisses. “You know….” He sighed, resting his helm on the back of the chair. He could go for some kisses right about now…but his lover was too busy focusing on his bulging stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his optics at his lover’s actions.

 He wanted to be doted on…. Not his tummy.

“Oh, you are such a big boy, aren’t ya?” A/id hummed, giving a long smooch to the tummy while servo’s gently patted. “Such a lovely tum-tum! What a treat you are to behold.”

Oh, Prim/us! That patting, while gentle, just jostled around his stuffed gut, causing it to churn. He could feel cramps kicking in as the pressure built inside. This was the worst case of the bubble guts he had ever experienced! It felt as if pop rocks and soda were mixed in his gut as excess gas built up and tickled from the inside. Painful spasms erupted, and fingers chased the contracting areas but to no avail. Nothing would soothe this angry breast!

 That tickling sensation traveled upwards, and the ‘C/on’s optics shot open. Pressure rose up his throat, and without much warning, a large bark of a burp erupted and echoed through the room. His servo quickly covered his mouth, fearing the expulsion of stomach contents. Thankfully, it was just a loud, wet belch. However, the acidic tang of fluid did not serve well as an after-dinner mint.

“Oh, that sounds like someone’s a piggy-wiggy!” A/id used a higher-pitched, cutsey-wutsy tone to his voice as his nose was gently rubbed against the firm mesh. “Someone needs to learn some manners, doesn’t he? Hmmmm?”

Vor/tex growled, though from annoyance from his partner or relief of the built-up pressure, no one knew. But each time his belly quaked, fingers were quick to rub small, soothing circles over the erupting spasms. And every time pressure built in his gut, A/id worked to free the trapped gas, pressing the belly just enough to literally burp the air out of him.

“Does baby feel better now that he’s been burped?” A/id coddled, messaging his fingers on the still swelled but not quite as bloated belly. “There’s a good boy…you ate so well for me tonight…”

Fi/rst A/id prattled on complimenting the paunch, and Vor/tex just harrumphed. Until those hands and mouth travelled southward. He licked his lips and spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

And let out a frustrated whine when those digits danced and mouth sucked on his chubbed up thighs and not…well, somewhere else. “Prim/us A/id!” The ‘C/on all but shouted. “You’re such a fraggin’ tease!”

“Hmmmm?” The medic feigned innocence. “Oh, these juicy drumsticks need some loving, would you say?”

Vor/tex only responded with a yelp as a set of teeth sunk into the meaty inner thigh, followed by licking and sucking. And when the Auto/bot hummed, the vibrations tickled through his thigh, shooting up his neuronet like a lightning bolt. If only that humming was someplace else…

But having his plumper thighs messaged at felt erotic. While he would never admit this out loud, having his partner dote and coo over his swelled tummy was nice. Just knowing A/id enjoyed feeding him made him feel good. Just knowing the weight gain turned his partner on was invigorating. Hearing the happiness in the medic’s voice made it pleasurable. Plus, the enthusiasm the Doctor had over baby-talking his gut was cute and rather enjoyable.

He could do without the pain from overindulging. But the pampering being stuffed to the limits brought on- even if it was just to his belly and thighs- was well worth it.

….. …..

as much as I want to keep editing this, I need to stop! This is long enough as it is! I almost went with on/slaught (feede)with vor/tex being the feeder…. But I dont know too much about on/slaught and I just couldn’t pass up aid baby-talking that tummy! It’s your fault really for getting me hooked on t/ex a/id…. O.0. Hope you like!

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers West Coast #51: I SING OF ARMS AND HEROES...

November, 1989

Guess who's BACK... and guess who aren't too sure they're HAPPY about it...

Well, Hank and Jan don't look too happy about it. Neither does US Agent. Lookit him frown, the gwumpy pumpkin. Wonder Man looks like he has dull surprise going on. I cannot fathom Robot Human Torch's expression. The man would do great at poker. Wanda looks like she's offended. That's a "how dare?!" expression if I've seen one. And Vision looks like he's staring directly at the sun and isn't sure why people keep screaming at him to stop.

So my guess is that Hank, Jan, John, and Wanda aren't happy about it and the others may or may not be happy about it.

They might have been more pleased to see Iron Man if he hadn't just flown through a perfectly good wall for no reason.

Last times in Avengers West Coast: Iron Man left the West Coast Avengers because of the Armor Wars arc in his own book. Wow, that was a while ago.

At the end of Armor Wars, Iron Man faked his own death by letting the government blow up an armor full of blood. When more Iron Manning was needed, Tony Stark just built a new suit and claimed he'd hired a new bodyguard/superhero.

And now, all these issues later, he's back to rejoin the Avengers because he's become more dependent on his armor due to stuff happening in his solo. He figures more time stuck in the armor, might as well be putting it to good use.

Also happening, Wanda has had the worst fucking period of her life (so far). Her husband got disassembled by the government, her teammates don't seem to care, her children keep blinking in and out of existence whenever she's not paying attention, evil bacteria shoved her full of goo until she became a mutant supremacist, the robot Human Torch came back to life to take the hottest robot on the team role from Vision. Just a lot going on!

I sure did talk about Wanda a lot in this issue featuring Iron Man.

Anyway.

Iron Man.

What a shiny guy he is.

Yeah. The Avengers (West Coast) aren't thrilled to see Iron Man.

Because: who even is this Iron Man?

US Agent John Walker is not privy to all the details of Iron Man's identity. But he does know that the original Iron Man was supposedly killed and a new guy took over.

Original Iron Man may have been a founder of the Avengers but New Iron Man is just Some Guy. Some Guy who can fuck off if he thinks he gets to swan in and get automatically put on the team.

Iron Man understands that he doesn't get any special consideration and says he's willing to go through whatever initiation process the Avengers consider necessary.

US Agent is a big company man so even though he's maybe the leader of the Avengers possibly? (he's done literally zero leading and nearly zero interacting with the team), he storms off to go call his handlers in Washington so they can tell him what to do.

With him gone, that just leaves Hank, Wasp, and Wonder Man who all know that Tony Stark is Iron Man. Or was. They know that at certain points, Tony Stark has been Iron Man.

(Way to just spill the beans in front of an Iron Man that you don't know whether he's Tony or not, guys)

So they ask Iron Man straight up if he's Tony.

For some reason that would probably make sense if I was reading Iron Man, Iron Man apologizes and says he can't say.

I do want to read olde Iron Man. One of these days, I want to dig into that backlog. He's one of the prominent Marvel characters I haven't read significant material from pre-2000.

Anyway.

On the other side of the compound, Scarlet Wanda and Vision.

Wanda is in a mood. Because she's been in a mood Byrne's whole run because shit keeps happening to her. Possibly goo related shit.

Vision: "It surprises me that you did not wish to stay for the meeting with Iron man, my wife. I am curious as to your reason..." Scarlet Witch: "Please, Vision... I know you're programmed to use words like 'surprised' and 'curious,' but I wish you wouldn't. It only emphasizes how much more robotic you've become." Vision: "My apologies, Wanda. It was my impression you wished me to sound as human as possible." Scarlet Witch: "Human? Why would I wish that, husband? Why would any mutant worthy of the name wish to associate herself with humans?" Vision: "And yet... you are a mutant, and for years, you have gladly associated with the Avengers -- most of whom are human." Scarlet Witch: "A passing weakness, Vision."

Okay. Seriously. Did nobody think to de-gooify her after that Absolom University adventure? Give her a medical check or anything?

I'm getting a little perturbed with how little a shit this era of the West Coast Avengers seem to give about each other.

Nobody noticed Tigra was going nuts. Nobody bothered to do anything as Wanda has clearly been emotionally spiraling. Wasp decides to help Wonder Man undermine Wanda's marriage.

You all suck.

Wanda is behaving like a jerk now but at least we know external factors contributed. The rest of you just suck.

Anyway, Wanda and Vision reach their quarters and find Agatha Harkness waiting for them there.

Hi, Agatha.

Are you the Agatha that does horrible shit to Wanda to teach her something or the Agatha that's helpful without being traumatizing?

I feel like Wanda is a couple pieces of straw from just breaking so maybe considering the latter approach today.

Also, maybe consider calling ahead.

The last time Wanda and Vision saw Agatha, in the second Vision and the Scarlet Witch series, Agatha was burned at the stake.

She tells them that being burned at the stake sucked but that's not what she's here to talk about.

She's here to talk about Wanda's kids.

Wanda's weirdo kids. To talk about them and to understand what precisely they are.

Scarlet Witch: "They are only children. Normal in every way!" Agatha Harkness: "Normal, Wanda? With a mother who is a mutant and a father who is a synthezoid?"

Rude.

Agatha tells Wanda that her kids are far from normal and if she hadn't been busy resurrecting herself, she would have been here sooner.

Agatha Harkness: "But you already know yourself, that when you are not thinking about them... they disappear!"

Vision asks if that's true but Wanda denies it. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY AS A GOOD MOM SHE IS ALWAYS THINKING OF HER KIDS AT ALL TIMES 100%.

Agatha pulls the nuh uh on this. There have been recent times where she was too distracted in battle or knocked unconscious where obviously she wasn't thinking about her kids. And wee baby Thomas and William just cease to exist during those times.

Remember those times? All those times they disappeared, freaking out the governesses? Who tried to report it to Wanda and got fired for it?

Wanda refuses to listen to this. Literally putting her hands over her ears and shouting she won't hear it.

Eesh.

Agatha tells Vision that Wanda will need his strength and love more than ever and oof is she behind the times. The government took away his capacity to love! Bad timing!

Elsewhere, up in the sky, a bird, a comet, a (robot) human torch!

Jim Hammond took off when the Avengers grouped up to meet with Iron Man. He took the time to fly over the countryside for about a half hour, just get an idea of how much things have changed.

And he's amazed! To him, it looks like 400 years have passed instead of just 40.

He lands back at the Avengers West Coast Compound and lands right into some drama without even trying.

Ann Raymond saw him being all human torchy and mistakes him for Toro. And when she realizes he's Jim Hammond instead, she, of course, gets upset because for an instant she let her hopes get up and now she's been reconfronted with the fact that her husband died in an entirely stupid and unnecessary way.

And now Jim knows Toro's dead too and is also emotionally staggered by the news.

Also: demons.

Flaming fireballs! Demons!!

Robot Human Torch gets immediately slapped into the pool. A sad casualty of being the first one the demons run into.

But Ann screaming alerted the other Avengers and they assemble and start walloping demons.

Hank Pym suggests that if a bunch of demons suddenly show up to the Avengers West Coast Compound, why there's only possible explanation.

Iron Man: "You mean it's MASTER PANDEMONIUM?? But the last we saw of him, he was being swept away by the river of oblivion... deep in the realm of Mephisto!"

Hank Pym makes a mental note of Iron Man knowing about the Avengers' last encounter with Master Pandemonium. Because Tony Stark Iron Man was on the team at the time. So is this Tony or did Tony just brief New Iron Man on all his Avengers' cases?

I don't know why Tony isn't telling the Avengers he's him so I don't know how tense it should be that Hank is piecing things together.

Anyway!

US Agent comes out to yell at the commotion and he's not really alarmed by a sudden invasion of demons. It does make him punchy so he starts punching.

Robot Human Torch pulls himself out of the pool. He's soaking wet but all he has to do is FLAME ON! to boil the water away.

Then he can "show these demonic delinquents how we used to deal with their kind back in the 50's!"

Did... you deal with a lot of demons in the 50's specifically?

Wasp takes note that the demons don't seem to be after anything and aren't really trying that hard to kill the Avengers. So why are they here?

Whoops, they're a distraction.

While the Avengers are outside fighting the demons, Master Pandemonium busts into Wanda and Vision's quarters right when Wanda is about to have a nervous breakdown over everything that's happened to her over the past few weeks.

Agatha Harkness tries to ward off the demons with her witchcraft but Master Pandemonium tries belches hellfire in her face.

Gross.

Vision tries to do the intangible fisting thing he does which either works great or doesn't work at all.

Whoops, this is one of the times it doesn't work at all.

Master Pandmemonium just blasts out demons from his arms to overwhelm Vision.

Leaving only Wanda to face him, as she boasts that nothing can withstand her hex power.

Although she seems to fend him off and force him to retreat, she doesn't notice until he's gone that one of his demons snuck behind her and yoinked the children.

He drags the poor, probably innocent tots down to probably Hell.

What does he want from them?

Well, first, he wants a captive audience to recap his entire backstory.

Villains gonna villain.

He was an actor man who drunk drove himself into a bad car crash that cost him his arm. As a big Hollywood type in the 80s, he was big into the occult?? Apparently? So he called upon dark powers, promising his soul for his arm back.

Mephisto was bored and decided this would be funny so he replaced the guy's arm with demons. And then he replaced all his limbs with demons.

Mephisto's sense of humor is beyond me.

He didn't want the guy's soul so he ripped it out, broke it into five pieces, and scattered them around.

Master Pandemonium has been searching for them since, trying to become whole.

He found one with the Cat Demon People of Tigra's origin. But whatever Englehart was planning for this dude, he didn't get around to. Guy got one soul piece back and then dropped out of the plot.

So Byrne is bringing back that plot thread.

Master Pandeominum declares to these two stupid children who don't understand any of this that kidnapping them will allow him to replace his missing 4/5ths of a soul much more efficiently than all his aimless searching up until now.

Now, I know where this is going already. It is renowned, infamously.

But try to make your best guesses before I get to the end of the issue. See how close you get.

Anyway.

In the pressing urgency of some innocent children being kidnapped... the Avengers all sit down to discuss classic sitcoms.

That's a fair response, to be honest.

But here's how the conversation unfolds.

Instead of leaping into action, the Avengers sit around and quiz Agatha on how she's alive again. Even though she keeps telling them it was fucking magic and it's not going to make sense to their science brains.

Wonder Man chimes in that HE's seen Bewitched so he can vouch for Agatha's point.

So Wanda starts yelling at him for talking about television when her children are kidnapped.

Wasp tells Wanda to settle down. Clearly they're treating this with all due urgency! Since, y'know, maybe her kids are fake as shit. Maybe they've just stopped existing again like all the governesses said.

And that's when Wanda does her a slap.

Granted, her mutant supremacy is not called for but, yeah, the Avengers are all a bunch of jerks now who can't muster a bit of urgency when a demon man kidnaps some children.

Wasp isn't even hurt because of her small size. But she is concerned that Wanda said that thing the way she did about humans.

Anyone else concerned? Nobody else reacting? Okay.

Wanda begs Agatha to help her follow Master Pandemonium.

I'm surprised we didn't start with that but I've already made clear how I feel about how the team is reacting to this.

Master Pandemonium tried to hide his path but Agatha took precautions when he first arrived so she can trace him. But Wanda can't do it alone! So... will the Avengers step up to action when a witch very lightly implies that they should?

Yes. They finally get their asses in gear and jump through the swirling magic portal.

Even US Agent agrees that where Wanda goes, the Avengers go too. Which is a big team player moment from the guy who doesn't seem to realize he's leading a superhero team.

Watching from the time Limbo that isn't the demonic Limbo or the game Limbo, Immortus freaks the fuck out.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go for his vague yet menacing plan!

And he can't do anything to alter the flow of events because, I dunno, he can't touch demonic realms. So if anything happens to Wanda, he won't be able to protect her!

Dun dun dun??

I wonder what his vague yet menacing evil plan needs Wanda for?

Back at the Avengers, Hank Pym asks Jim Hammond Human Torch to stay behind to watch the Compound.

So despite making a big deal about him joining the team last issue, with WANDA BRINGING HIM BACK FROM THE DEAD, he gets to sit on his ass for the rest of this story.

What a weird writing decision.

Byrne is all over the place with all the subplots he's juggling for this book and a lot of them just get backburnered hard.

Iron Man gets to go. And he hasn't even officially (re)joined the Avengers at this point. They don't even know if they can trust him because he won't admit to being Tony Stark to his closest friends, for some reason.

The Avengers and Iron Man arrive in a seemingly peaceful fairy tale glade but Agatha's floating head warns them not to trust it.

And the very scenery attacks them a few panels later so. Yeah. Floating Head Agatha called it.

In the distance, past all the killer foliage, Wasp spots a building made of twisted agony.

The Avengers fight their way through the angry vegetation and Scarlet Witch blows open the twisted agony fortress front door with her probability manipulation.

But they find that Master Pandemonium is ready for them. Waiting for them.

And he's done the dumbest thing possible.

He's attached Billy and Tommy to his arms so now he has literal baby hands.

It's horrifying.

It's also the dumbest thing possible.

He's so proud of himself for thinking of this.

Was this where you would have guessed him kidnapping some babies was going to go?

Also, jamming babies onto his arms seems to have filled in two points on the star shaped hole in his tum tum.

I used to like what a silly concept Master Pandemonium's entire deal was. But he's ruined it by going even dumber.

For shame, everything that went into making, publishing, and printing this comic book. For shame. You took a perfectly goofy villain and you ruined him.

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[thatwritingho]

Hiiiii I know you're goin thu things so take ur time but pleass please please share a wip of next chapter to tide us over

Yeahhhh I am going through it rn🙃 I'm still working on the chapter, it's just slow progress.

Here's a taste of some sizzling Relish from next chapter ;) enjoy🥒🫒

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"...can I suck your fingers?"

A wide grin slipped onto his face, "Oh, fuck yeh, babygirl."

Gripping her chin, his middle and ring fingers prodded at her lips. Wide open and eager, she welcomed them with her tongue, Pickles' cock aching, throbbing at the sound of her shuddering moan. Warm fingers fondled her tongue, pumped in her mouth. Facial hair tickled her ear, breath heating her skin, his voice low and husky, "Yeh, you like dat, baby?"

Gooseflesh bloomed across her entire body. God, his voice made her feel fucking feral. She wanted to cry. Beg. Plead. Bite. Scratch. Claw. Fuck him until she passed out, then start right back upon waking. Fucking wasn't enough. Cumming wasn't enough. A deep craving consumed her — she ached in her fucking soul, its hands reaching out to him, her body screaming moremoremore.

Trembling, she mumbled out a muffled "Mmhm."

"Yah like when I fingerbang all yer holes like dis? Fuckin' slut."

A whine around probing fingers at the debasement, wet schlick sounds joining the music as the digits inside her pussy and ass stroked her walls.

"Mm, yeh, such a little slut, babygirl… Jest lookit yerself. Heh," breath fanned hot over her ear as Pickles whispered, voice low and husky, smirk shaping his words "Wonder what dat rich old man a' yers would think if he could see yah now? Naked and spread out in the lap of a rockstar, beggin' him to fingerfuck yer mouth…"

Olive shuddered, clenching around his fingers, Pickles grinning big at her reaction.

Bingo.

"Heh. Bet I'm richer den he is, huh, baby? Think I can get yah to call me daddy?"

"Mmhm!" Enthusiasm bled through her muffled reply, tongue eagerly lapping at his digits. Dark eyes clouded with lust cracked open to meet his, sultry and inviting.

Double Bingo.

"Atta girl. Tell daddy how much yah like his fingers, baby."

Her mouth was freed, face on fire, "I-I love when you- ahh… when you fingerbang all my holes like a slut, daddy."

The word on her lips made him tingle, Pickles exhaling shakily as fingers delved back in her waiting mouth.

"Good girl."

[spotsupstuff]

I saw the Ask regarding your Ancients and

Yeah I agree with everything they said. Ancients being sea anemones is just... So right. Can't see them any other way (They are funky freaky sea anemones that grew legs!) /pos

I love your own spin on things, too! (even if they aren't meant to stick close to cannon, it's fun to think about!)

It still feels all plausible to me in the Rain World Universe, which just opens so many Avenues to expand on things! Words are escaping me but I just

Love yer stuff so much

the ancients are fucking seafood n i think that explains why they are Like That to a degree ngl GJKLSDCMLSK The Seafood Vibes of a Whole Species....

i do find it interesting though how ya two stand behind the sea anemone thing with "it feels right". cuz like yes, i obviously agree! when u look at the hair bullshit they have goin on in the graffiti/murals, it makes a lot of sense. but i do think most fandom still thinks n stands behind the idea of the ancients being some sort of a land creature, like lizards, scav-related, birds, dogs... which is Very valid n in a way i do perceive those as the basis for ancients as well. i think of myself as an outlier. so the fact ya two go "it feels right" is very "👁👁 o wowie... lookit dat.. look..... (*꒪ヮ꒪*)" to me /in a v pos way

-snaps fingers n points atcha- but YES!!! *YES* THAT'S A BIG THING FOR ME- i can go off wherever i wanna n where the feelings will lead me but it Has to still fit into the universe! if the universe is a little changed because of the way i go about drawing the iterators, then okay, but there is still a certain Rain World vibe that needs to be respected no matter what cuz otherwise i stop writing about RW. which i don't wanna do cuz i love this lil shitlet of a game. and IDEALLY by straying away from the largely canon stuff but staying with the Vibes, i will- exactly, yes!!!!- open up new Avenues for world-building!!!!!

world-building is genuinely one of my favorite things to do. with RW it is especially fascinating because all of the information that we are really offered is all from a singular source that is Moon's/Pebbles' facilities (when it comes to visually/gameplay relaid information) Or what we can mostly safely assume is a singular continent wide network of iterators (since Suns is kinda weird to place cleanly)

RW is fascinating and engaging because while it offers only a small piece of the world for us to learn from, it uses the passage of time to expand upon itself n i fuckin Love it. also the main reason why i'm trynna respect the general timeline as much as possible. thanks to this expansion through time, not space, RW manages to never really feel stifling and claustrophobic when reviewing the lore

i do like to pose the question or my tactic of going 180°- which means that i take what is given, turn exactly the other way n start Marching in order to widen the horizont of understanding of the universe (n i also do that with characters pretty often ngl... i love my 180° rule a lot). if RW is focusing on expansion within time, i'll do my best to focus on expansion within space and then detail That

and thank you!!! i'm glad you enjoy my stuff!!!!

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👨‍👩‍👧🏅🖊️ hiiii pidge here are 3 emojis for u

hiiii sneep my beloved!!! welcome welcome!!! we haven't spoken in ages i'm so swamped with uni but you're lovely and thank you for the ask!!

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

yes actually! it depends on the people of course but my closest friends, including those i met outside of fandom, know i wrote and still write fanfic. but i'm not gonna tell people that i do unless i know and trust them. paranoia babyyyy.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

i'm really really proud of my descriptive voice!! i used to find it kind of,,, basic? basic and simpering. but in all the reading i've been doing for university, i'm seeing some similarities to my own work and it's making me very confident! i have room to improve of course but i'm very proud of my metaphorical and narrative abilities :)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

sneep you devious bastard, you!

“Look,” Crutchie sighs, “I think when folks said all that shit – ‘God don’t make no mistakes’, ‘God’s in all-a us’, whatevah – I think we took it a little too fancy. I don’t think some big guy made all-a us, planned out our whole lives – trust me, I’d give him some choice words about what he was thinkin’ when he made me,” he scoffs, a little self-deprecating, but not ashamed. Davey’s always admired that – how Crutchie can acknowledge the truth of who he is, the strain and the difficulties of it all, without being ashamed of it. “But I think maybe...” Crutchie wiggles the tip of his tongue between his lips, scrunching his brow as he fits the pieces together. “I think we all got a little bit o’ somethin’ holy in us. Somethin’ we can’t explain, somethin’ that makes us do good things when we know we don’t gotta. I mean – lookit me, Dave,” he scoffs, twirling his slingshot in his hand, “I ain’t no saint, Jack can tell ta that much. But man, when I think of just layin’ down and quittin’, when I think of just – treatin’ everyone like shit, ‘cause y’know, why shouldn’t I?” He shrugs. “I’m the one who got dealt the crappy hand, right? But I just…” He sighs, something on the edge of wistful, and gazes over his newsboys as they run and yell and bicker through the lodging house. “I just can’t do it.” He chuckles. “No matter how hard I try. And what else can I call that but God?” Davey watches him for a moment, a pensive smile toying at his face – and shuffles past the space between them, nudging his shoulder against Crutchie’s, just for a second. “You,” he says firmly, “would do numbers at my synagogue.”

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