#green striped jumpsuit

[yardikins]

She’s a ten but her favorite background Rageons are ones that are really hard to find clear shots of in crowd scenes

[scandisim]

monochromatic ribbed collection

i have been working on this set for a while. it's inspired by monochromatic sets i often see young children wearing right now in my home country, and a bit by the very popular kids' brand newbie by kappahl (but a bit more colorful ha!). it comes with several different pieces that you can mix and match.

comes in 9 colors - b/w striped, orange, blue, pink, green, purple, yellow, cream & black

total of 10 pieces for infants & toddlers

requirements:

toddler jumpsuit requires cottage living

toddler shirt requires for rent

toddler shorts require growing together

download

in early access until 02/01/2024

[transit-fag]

Doing another poll on Bowie Outfits because God that man had a fashion sense

[prinnamon]

based on this post. he's barney in the middle lol ^_^

let me know if you want transparent versions for discord stickers and whatnot!

image descriptions in alt text + more detailed description of the main image below the cut.

[Start ID. Six digital halfbody drawings of characters from Freeman's Mind-style Half-Life machinima series against a green and white striped background. Each one has a caption written in white text on a black box.

Gordon Freeman of Freeman's Mind is depicted as a white man with a light brown mullet pulled into a ponytail and a goatee, square-framed eyeglasses, and an eyepatch. He wears a Mark IV HEV suit of orange, black, and silver power armor. He smiles and his fingers are interlocked in front of him. His caption reads, in all caps, "kill everyone".

Chell of the Chell's Mind series by CyhAnide is depicted as a brown woman with a couple of moles on her arms and face with long curly hair pulled into a low ponytail. She wears an orange jumpsuit with rolled-up sleeves. She cups her face in her hands and grins. Her caption reads, in all caps, "make them pay".

Ryan Sullivan of Mind of Ryan is depicted as a white man with a messy light brown mullet and pronounced under-eye lines. He wears a light blue shirt, a teal and dark blue striped tie, and a white lab coat. He has a weary expression and his fingers are tented in front of him. His caption reads, in all caps, "you won't outrun it".

Vincent Stark of Stark's Mind is depicted as a light-skinned Asian-American man with short black hair, a goatee, and glasses who looks a bit like a better-groomed Gordon Freeman. He is also wearing a Mark IV HEV suit. He smiles calmly with his hands folded in front of him. His caption reads, in all caps, "I wish I could stop".

Barney Calhoun of Barney's Mind is depicted as a brown man with long black curly hair and partial heterochromia. He wears a Black Mesa Security Force uniform consisting of a blue button down, black tie, black armored vest with a Black Mesa emblem on the chest, and black and silver helmet. Barney also wears aviation goggles atop his helmet. He smiles warmly with his hands together in front of him. His caption reads, in all lowercase, "im barney from black mesa lol".

TJ Arlen from Arlen's Mind is depicted as a white man with very short hair and five o'clock shadow. He is wearing a Black Mesa Security Force uniform with a blue beret that has a white Black Mesa emblem instead of a helmet. He also sports a headset with a mic and black fingerless gloves. His caption reads, in all caps, "the blood is on your hands". End ID.]

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 30: Facesitting

You're Welcome

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting

Word Count: ~1.2k

Kinktober Masterlist

The shower water is hot on your skin as you rinse the soap off. You step out and reach for one of the fluffy black towels, wrapping it around yourself. 

Elvis hears you humming in the bathroom before he sees you. He's got a few minutes until he has to go downstairs for the show, so he wanted to come give you a quick kiss, but you're not in the room. 

When you open the door, you gasp and put your hand on your heart. 

“God, babe, you scared me. Thought some intruder had come in while I was in the shower.”

“An intruder in a jumpsuit?” He chuckles at the idea of someone else wearing one of his suits. You look at him standing there in the black outfit with the green shoulders and gold accents. All of his jumpsuits are hot, but this one is particularly sexy for some reason. 

“Mmm a good looking intruder.” You walk over and go to put your arms around him. He backs away from you. 

“Don't get my suit wet, doll.” You pout a little and then back up. 

“Alright then.” You unwrap the towel, drop it to the floor, and stand in front of him naked. “I'm not wet.” 

“Bullshit.” He walks over to you quickly and pulls you in close to him, crashing his lips into yours. You kiss him deeply, tongues moving wildly together as the gold accents on his suit rub against your bare skin. His right hand snakes in between your legs and he drags his finger up your slit. “Ya feel pretty wet to me, doll.” 

He goes back to kissing you as he pushes a finger up into your pussy, his thumb finding your clit easily. You moan into his mouth and grab the back of his hair. Your other hand goes to the zipper on his suit but he pulls away, shaking his head. 

“No time. C’mere.” You peel yourself off of him and follow him over to the bed, where he lays down on his back. He grabs your hips and pulls you until he gets you where he wants you with a knee on either side of his head. “You're gonna let daddy lick you until he's had his fill, you understand, doll?” 

“Mhmm, yes daddy.” You half-moan as he dips his tongue into your slit. He goes to work pushing it into you again and again as you whimper and grab the headboard. Eventually he moves up to your clit and starts to make circles over it. 

“Oh, fuck, Elvis.” You whimper and grind on his face as your orgasm approaches, but he lifts your hips off of him a little. 

“No squirting, doll. Ya got it? Need to keep this suit dry.” You groan and nod. You almost always squirt when he eats you like this, but you know he won't be happy if you disobey. 

He presses his tongue into you a few more times, so deep that his nose is on your clit. He moans, thoroughly enjoying the taste of you as he works. This is his favorite thing to do because he loves to make you scream and lose control. You're usually so cool and collected, but when he does this, you moan and whimper and yelp like a bitch in heat. He lifts your hips a little again and licks a slow stripe up your pussy, settling again at the bundle of nerves at the top for a bit before he pulls back and blows on it gently. 

“You gonna cum for daddy?” He moves his tongue on you slowly and sensually, almost making out with your clit. 

“Fuck… yes daddy… tryin’ not to- oh fuck!” The tight coil of your release snaps and you cum hard on his face, shuddering as the electric heat rushes from your center out to your fingers and toes and back again. Somehow, you don't squirt. 

“Good girl.” You go to move off of his face and he wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you tightly in position. “No ma’am. Daddy isn't finished with you yet.” 

You whine loudly as he continues licking your swollen clit and it starts to harden again. He makes little infinity symbols over you and then shoves his tongue up into you deep again. You slam your hand on the wall and shake. 

“Daddy, please… I can't…” You're sweating and panting trying to keep your body in control. 

“Yes you can. Daddy says so.” He sucks on your clit and pinches it between his lips, knowing this will send you over the edge. 

“God-fuck-shit!!” You scream as you cum on his face again, the pleasure hitting you like a runaway train. Again, you manage to keep yourself from squirting. Your whole body trembles and you look down at him. “Daddy… please…”

His blue eyes look up at yours from where his face is buried in your pussy. He knows you're begging him to quit, but also that you love this just as much as he does and you'll be disappointed if he stops. He knows he's right when he lifts your hips and you whimper. 

“One more, doll. Let daddy love you.” You nod as the sweat droplets run down between your breasts and on your lower back. He goes back to licking you feverishly and you feel another orgasm begin to build. 

“Fuck, daddy…” You whine, your forehead pressed against the wall as you shake. He pushes two fingers up into you and pumps them in and out, rubbing against your g-spot. “Oh God…”

The pleasure builds and builds, the rubber band pulling tighter and tighter in your core as your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You grind against his face and he holds your thighs just long enough for you to feel the edge of your orgasm. 

“Oh, daddy, FUCKKKK!” You yell and he flips you quickly onto your back as you cum harder than you ever have and squirt all over the place. Your whole body quakes as you moan loudly and the pleasure overwhelms you, knocking out your hearing and damn near causing you to black out. When you finally come to, he's laying on his back on the bed laughing. 

“What?”

“I'm soaked.” You sit up and look at him and he's right. 

“Oh God, I'm sorry!” But he just laughs and laughs. You try to roll over to him, but your whole body is wrecked in the best way possible. 

“Don't apologize, doll.” He rolls over and looks at you. “I knew it would happen. It’s okay. I love you and I love making you cum.”

You lean into his touch as he holds the side of your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. 

“EP, ya comin’?” He looks at the clock on the wall. 

“Shittttt.” He kisses you quick and then stands up, walking to the door. When he pulls it open, the guy at the door laughs. 

“Boss, what the hell-”

“Don't ask.” You lay on the bed giggling, still trying to recover. He turns and hollers back into the room. “Love you baby. Thanks for the shower.” 

“You're welcome!” 

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[charliedawn]

Halloween Party

(Special Request for a birthday.)

The Halloween costume party was buzzing with anticipation as you swept through the room in meticulously crafted versions of each slasher’s signature look. You had transformed the hospital into a festive party scene—cobwebs, glowing jack-o'-lanterns, and eerie music filling the halls. But then, the slashers noticed your costume and some were…rather flattered as they saw you.

Michael Myers:

Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting version of Michael's blue jumpsuit, complete with a version of his infamous mask, you approached him with a warm smile. Behind the mask, Michael smiled, though he quickly shifted his gaze away. He was slightly surprised that you had chosen to dress like him for Halloween, but he didn’t mind. You leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and then on the forehead. Michael remained his usual stoic self, but his hand twitched slightly, betraying his feelings, his eyes fixed on your costume once more. He then wrapped his arms around you and effortlessly lifted you up. He then stared at your face for a few seconds before hugging you tightly.

Freddy Krueger:

You wore a red and green sweater, a pair of dark pants, and a smaller, clawed glove that gleamed in the dim light. Freddy’s eyes widened with a smirk as you drew closer, but he couldn't hide his surprise when you gave him a light kiss on the cheek and forehead. “Heh, didn't think I'd see someone look this good in stripes, doll,” Freddy chuckled, trying to play it cool but clearly caught off guard. He then turned around you to appreciate the costume before chuckling. “Hell, you look better in my colours than I do ! Would look better without any clothes…but hey ! I’m not complaining.” The fact that you had decided to wear his colours on Halloween made him proud somehow. He then playfully ruffled your hair. “How come you look better in my clothes than me, huh ? You some type of witch ?”

Jason Voorhees:

You wore a tailored version of Jason's jacket and hockey mask and approached the silent giant. You could feel Jason’s intense gaze through the mask as you leaned in, your kiss leaving him momentarily stunned. He touched his cheek with a bit of awe, almost as if to assure himself it had really happened. You noticed the shy way he glanced away afterward and smiled.

But, you didn’t expect it when he suddenly raised his camera and took a picture of you.

He wanted to remember this.

The Hannibal Lecter Family:

You had crafted something special for each Hannibal family member, from a refined take on Hannibal Sr.'s suits to a doctor’s coat for Morgan. As you approached them one by one, you gave each a kiss on the cheek and forehead. Hannibal Sr. offered a polite smile, his fingers steepling thoughtfully. Junior’s expression softened, his eyes lingering as if analyzing the gesture and approving of the craftsmanship. Morgan gave a faint smile, brushing off any embarrassment, while Kevin and Peter grinned brightly, clearly pleased.

They were more than pleased with your choise—your clothes having been picked carefully.

You wore a suit, a medical coat, Hannibal Jr’s gloves, one of Kevin’s bags and Peter’s beanie. They were pleased with the originality of such a costume on Halloween.

Brahms Heelshire:

Your Brahms-inspired costume had lace accents and a touch of Victorian elegance, a nod to his classic style. Brahms’ gaze followed your every step as you approached, almost entranced. The kiss on his forehead made him close his eyes, and he reached out as if to keep you close a moment longer, murmuring, “Only for me ?”

When you nodded, he smiled brightly and twirled you around.

It made him happy.

Chucky:

Your Chucky costume was composed of overalls and a striped shirt. Chucky’s usual bravado faded as you approached. He was stunned. With the kiss, he let out a surprised laugh, scratching the back of his neck and muttering, “Not bad…for a doll.”

He then cackled before winking at you.

He approved.

Anton:

For Anton, you had crafted a dark, understated look, merging elements of his style with your own touch. He nodded approvingly at your choice, and as you kissed his cheek and forehead, he gave a rare smile, nodding slightly in respect. He still isn’t really affectionate, but he would show you that he liked it by offering you his jacket (that you may or may not have stolen for the occasion.)

Eddie Gluskin:

Your costume for Eddie had lace, a dark elegance that mirrored his style. Eddie’s eyes lit up with an adoring gaze as you came close. The kisses were like a promise, and he whispered, “You are a vision. Simply perfect…like you were meant to wear my brand.”

…Yeah. He definitely liked it.

[hexedwinchester]

Favourite piece from Sam's Wardrobe? Pt 2

ok, ok, i read your reblog tags and i hear ya. so I am making a part 2 of this poll to include the other options!! Let's go!

Grey Prison Overalls (the isolation one, yes)

Red and black plaid shirt (i hope i got the right one)

anything that doesn't cover his arms and allows us a peek at those muscles..mmm.. hope this gif is ok

Green crewneck (the one he never wore again)

Light blue striped button down (BUABS)

soft, brown sweater (so soft...)

maroon sweater (boy, he wore sweaters a lot, cold baby) this is the only maroon sweater i could find (help me with the gif if this isn't the one!)

Green flannel (please help me which one?) this is the closest to green i could find

white FBI shirt (because oh my damn!)

Orange prison jumpsuit (because that's sexy too)

Clinging red shirt of delight (seriously, you gotta help me out) is it the one from S5 promo?

[buckevantommy]

[neon-kazoo]

I humbly request to see hero and villain going to build a bear 🥸

(Anything for my bestest beta-reader o7)

Hero and Villain Go To Build-a-Bear

When Hero entered the mall, they could never have imagined Villain’s affinity for stuffed animals, and the chaos it would cause.

The first red flag should have been the look of glee in their eyes when they spotted the “Build-a-Bear Workshop” sign.

Before Hero could blink, about a dozen children were running out of the store, screaming at the villain’s spontaneous arrival. Frantic parents followed, and soon Villain had the store all to themselves.

By the time Hero entered, there was already a deflated animal in their hands. A worker reached for it to begin filling it with stuffing, only for Villain to snatch their hand back and gesture for her to leave. Hero shrugged helplessly.

Who was she to argue with the notorious villain taking over the store?

The employee stepped back as Villain commandeered the stuffing machine, retreating to behind the counter.

Villain completed and repeated the process by heart, filling the animals to their preferred firmness, kissing a small silk heart, and retying the stitching in the back.

After the sixth stuffing, Hero let out a long sigh.

“Are you done, yet?”

Hero certainly was.

“Of course I’m not done!”

Hero sat in the corner, head in their hands as Villain stuffed yet another bear.

This time, when Villain came to present their new child to the hero, there was something suspicious in their smile. As Hero lowered their gaze from their face to their hands, they quickly understood why.

“IS THAT ME?!”

Sure enough, Villain held the Hero-branded teddy in their arms, only its signature suit was swapped for none other than a striped prison jumpsuit.

Why Build-a-Bear even carried jail-themed attire for plushies, Hero had no idea.

Just when Hero thought that was the cherry on top, Villain squeezed the look-a-like bear right in the center.

A creepily accurate voice spoke the words, “I surrender.”

Hero blinked, equal parts impressed and creeped out.

Satisfied by their reaction, Villain turned their sights to the accessories section.

The criminal gasped as they laid eyes on a standing red sign. At the same time, Hero groaned. The sign said ‘buy-four-get-one-outfit-item-free’, and Villain certainly took that to heart.

A purple skirt, a doctor’s outfit, flip flops, red rain boots, two pairs of roller skates, a bucket hat, carrying bag, and so many shirts Hero lost count. The floor was littered in forgotten items, looking like a tornado had hit the store. Hero doubted Villain could see past the items stacked in their arms to even pick up anything they dropped.

Villain heaped their haul on to the countertop in front of the poor employee who definitely did not get paid enough to scan all of that.

The pile contained a pink frog, a green frog, a tie-dye frog (Villain insisted they were a family, and therefore could not be separated), a Darth Vader, a Marvel WandaVision pair, and some kind of fluffy cow with horns.

Oh, and of course the imprisoned Hero bear, complete with sparkly pink sneakers.

Finally, this ordeal was coming to an end.

“Excuse me,” Villain asked, “where do you keep the Villain bears?”

Oh no.

“The…Villain bears?” The confused employee parroted.

“Yes. My bears,” Villain confirmed with confidence.

“Right. Erm…,” she looked around in a show of contemplation, scanning the bins of plushie skins against the wall.

“We seem to be…out of those.”

She typed some probable nonsense into the screen in front of her before putting on a low-effort disappointed face.

“They were limited edition, I’m afraid. Sold out at every store.”

Hero was impressed by the lie. Maybe they needed to speak to the manager about a raise.

The news barely put a damper on the villain’s excitement, they were still vibrating with joy as they put in their email and printed out eight birth certificates.

Once the total rang up, Villain turned to face the hero expectantly.

“Oh no,” Hero stepped back in realization, “The deal was I accompany you peacefully to the mall and you don’t destroy the city. You said nothing about me footing the bill.”

The Villain simply smiled.

“Surely villainy pays enough for this,” Hero questioned, eyeing the amount on the screen with wide eyes.

Shouldn’t a villain just steal it all?

“You do like this city, right?” Villain questioned back, raising an eyebrow.

Ah, the cost of heroics: several hundred dollars.

[levi-venn]

Been having Thoughts about the Mirror Batch! I picture Void and Memento with black hair (like most of the regs), and I picture Headshot with gray hair a couple shades darker than Crosshair's. Do you have any headcanons about what they look like? Or if they have any tattoos?

I'm so happy you asked! Here's your answer below. For anyone curious about these OCs, here is more information on The Mirror Squad

Physical Appearance of the Mirror Squad

Striker

It isn’t often Striker is found without his helmet and his jumpsuit which helps regulate his hypersensitive senses. However, his helmet and suit can’t protect him from the sensory overload of his own hair. For this reason, Striker isn’t just bald. He is hairless. He has pale thin cuts over his body from shakily and obsessively shaving any hair he can find. Circuit crafted a laser hair-removal device for his brother to protect his skin from that dangerous obsession.

Striker has no tattoos.

His eyes are a stormy light gray that constantly bounce around his surroundings, drawn to every sound and flicker of light that isn’t often heard or seen by his brothers.

Circuit

We actually get to see Cryptid-style images of Circuit in the series finale of Bad Batch. While Circuit's hair is cut short here, Circuit's hair tends to be up in a messy bun, his face scruffy from sheer disinterest in personal grooming until Headshot tells him to clean up. His hair is salt and pepper, the white strands borne from the stress of his augmentations. 

Circuit is a brilliant artist and is covered in tattoos he applies himself. The gentle buzzing and the consistent rhythmic pain allieviates the stress of his overactive mind and calm his twitchy body.

While his skin heals, Crunch happily volunteers as his “canvas” and will sit for hours while Circuit tattoos his brother. Circuit's tattoos are a series of colorful vectors, geometric shapes, a strings of lime green binary that spell out things like “I joined the GAR and all I got was insomnia and this tattoo” and “If found, return to Crunch”

Circuit is leaner than his brothers teetering on underweight due to an instable, high metabolism and nausea caused by sleep deprivation.

Crunch

Crunch's pigment is lighter than his brothers, more freckled, with sandy blonde buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown that are rumored to turn black when he is in "Rampage Mode", though this is mostly due to extreme pupil dilation.

Most of Crunch's body is tattooed at this point thanks to Circuit. Crunch’s favorite tattoo is on his chest of a Rancor wearing a rainbow party hat sitting next to a broken growth jar eating uj cake. This was a surprise tattoo from Circuit for Crunch's "Growth Jar Day", a holiday only Circuit and Crunch celebrate. 

Void

Void, our Eerily Calm Soldier, has no tattoos as he does not see the point in them. “The body is a decaying vessel, temporary like everything else.” Void does, however, see the point in paying special attention to his hair. In fact, Void is obsessive about his coal-black hair (black hair in honor of Fanfictasia's suggestion!), sculpting it daily into a short, narrow mohawk. His facial hair is meticulously groomed into a devilishly thin mustache with a stripe of hair on his chin.

Void has a multi-branched, red lightning scar on the right side of his chest that travels up his shoulder. The scar is from a mission gone wrong that resulted in Headshot saving his life, earning a permanent scar himself. Void never speaks of that mission, but he refused medical treatment of his own scar, wishing it to be permanent. It was a souvenir of the time Headshot saved his life.

Nothing "moves" Void emotionally, but Headshot's self-sacrifice was a fascinating event he thinks of often.

Headshot (CX-2)

Above is concept art for CX-2 ("Sniper Clone") by Dawn Carlos for the official Star Wars Bad Batch Episode Guide.

Headshot is the only Mirror Squad member that kept his appearance as close to a Regulation Clone as possible. It helped diffuse tension between his brothers and the Regs since the Regs saw him as a “familiar face”. This conscious choice was also part of his larger plan to convince more Regs to defecting from the GAR (a plan that ultimately sealed his and his squad's fate to be put On Ice, their memories wiped, and become CX Troopers).

Headshot's facial scar came from an IG-100 MagnaGuard's electro staff, a scar he earned saving Void from a fatal blow. Under normal circumstances, Void doesn’t aid his squad unless directed by Headshot, but on this mission the injured Void scooped up his unconscious brother and carried him back to base himself. Void nursed Headshot back to health personally, firing warning shots at any medics who tried to approach. 

Most of Headshot’s wound healed, leaving only a single long facial scar.

Void never talks about the incident, but the squad noticed Void was quicker to obey Headshot's directions after that day.

***

Thank you again for the ask @fanfictasia. These characters are so much fun to explore and they develop just a little more with every ask!

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Grey 47

First / Previous / Next

Fen Dreamed.

She dreamed she was sitting on the Throne that she saw with Melody at the old Builder station. The green fractal throne vibrated with potential energy as she sat fidgeting. Standing it no longer, Fen tried to stand, but found she couldn't get up from the throne.

"I'm stuck! Help!" She shouted. The empty arena gave no reply.

She struggled more and more and then the scene changed.

She was on a beach. The sand was white, the sky was blue, and the water was a deeper blue. Foamy waves crashed against the shore, giving a regular rise and fall of sound. White birds wheeled overhead, riding the thermals from the warm sand.

Fen, being raised in space marveled at what she saw. She was on the beach in Melody's memory, but this was somehow more. The sun was brighter, the wind, saltier, the waves larger. Earth maybe?

"Yes, this is Earth." Melody appeared in front of Fen again.

"How do you know what Earth looks like? Neither Melody or you came from here?"

"True, but do you think she never visited? That no builder ever went down to Earth? This is a memory of a beach that someone went to. We're just tapping into it."

"Why though?" Fen strode down the beach, her feet sliding on the hot soft sand. Melody trotted behind her to catch up.

"Because we like beaches. The border of the land and the water. The transition from one place to the next. Fitting, isn't it?"

"You mean the transition of me from an individual to your tool."

Melody shook her head. "The transition from you into Empress."

Fen stopped and crossed her arms. "But I don't want to be Empress. I already made that clear. You are forcing me."

"Only for now, Fen. In time, you'll acquiesce. In time, you might even grow to like it. If nothing else, we're sure you'll tolerate it. Remember, you'll be the leader of Humanity. Perhaps in time, leader of the whole Galaxy."

"So that you can leverage us to build Gates for you to enter our dimension and consume us."

"No, Fen." We are going to use your dimension to search for other dimensions, and we will consume them."

Fen stopped and stared out at the ocean. The horizon seemed far away, and blended with the sky until she could barely discern where one ended and the other began. "What happens when you run out of dimensions? What if you don't find another?" Fen didn't look at Melody.

"You'll be long dead by then." She said, staring at the ocean with Fen.

Fen's head turned sharply. "But humanity won't. If I agree to work with you then somewhere down the line, centuries, millennia in the future, you'll come back and consume us. I will have doomed everyone in the Galaxy.

Melody turned to face Fen. Where Melody's features - so like hers - were supposed to be, it was only a faceless mask of grey. "No matter. We already have what we need, and you will do what we say."

Fen woke up with a start. She gasped and tried to slow her breathing and her heart. After a few minutes, she looked around the room.

She was in a stateroom - a really nice one - in a large, comfortable bed. There was a thick carpet, - a rarity in space - overstuffed chairs, a bureau made of real wood and a large screen serving currently as a window. Fen got out of bed and padded around the suite. There didn't seem to be any locks on the doors, or any other kinds of restraints. The bathroom was large, private, and well equipped, with even a large bathtub. Such extravagance! Water was not free, who would think to use so much just for bathing. An image flashed in Fen's mind of Melody enjoying a hot soak after a long day. Fen shook her head to herself and continued to explore.

The suite was just three large rooms. The cabinets were all well stocked with clothing, - all her size - and entertainment of all stripes. She took a shower and got dressed. It was more elaborate than her usual jumpsuit or shirt and pants, but it still wasn't a ball gown or anything. Fen approached the door.

She paused for a minute looking at it. Once she touches the pad and tries to open the door, she can find out if she's a prisoner or not. It was a nice suite, but if that door doesn't open, it's still just a prison.

Taking a breath, she reaches out and touches the pad.

The door opens silently.

Fen exhales a breath she didn't realize she was holding and steps out.

As she steps out two marines on either side of the door snap a smart salute, and return to attention, their armored pressure suits polished to nearly a mirror shine. Fen opens her mouth to speak, and then closes it, almost as if she's worried speaking will break the spell, and she'll wake up in a cell.

At the end of the hall is another pressure door, with two more marines. Again, as she passes through they salute smartly. This happens three more times as she walks, wandering aimlessly. Eventually she makes her way to a large room - one of the lounges. As she enters the crew stop their conversation and games, and as one, stand and salute her. Not knowing what else to do, she nods to them. "As you were." and the crew returns to what they were doing.

Backing out of the lounge, Fen starts walking with more purpose. She follows signs to the Command Desk, and makes her way forward. After a few minutes - the Super Dreadnought really is large - she reaches the door to the bridge. Again she pauses and touches the pad. With no fanfare at all, the door slides open.

"Empress on the Bridge!" The XO calls out clearly the moment her feet pass the threshold. Once again, everyone stands and salutes. The Captain turns and smiles warmly. "Empress, you grace us with your presence. Please, how can we assist you?" Her uniform is sharp and well fitting. Her hair in a tight ponytail under her cap. Her eyes bright and sharp.

"Uh, thank you, Captain." Fen blinks and shakes her head just once. "Please, can you tell me where I can find Helen Raaden?"

"Of course, Empress, I will take you to her."

Fen took a step back, unconsciously. "No, no, that's not necessary, Captain. Please attend to your duties. I can make my way if you let me know where she is."

"As you wish. She is in the map room. Down the hall, two lefts, then a right, third door on your right."

"T-Thank you, Captain. Please return to your duties."

"Empress." She smiles and turns back to the crew, who attend to their stations with renewed vigor.

The map room is an anachronism. Filled with real wood tables, cases filled with - Fen peers - paper? and smelling of ancient knowledge, Helen is standing over a large holographic table, peering at a map of the galaxy. When Fen walks in, she is zooming in on a quadrant. Points of light glow red. She looks up and smiles warmly. "Ah Empress! You are awake. I'm so pleased."

"H-Helen, what is going on?"

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" Helen closes the map, and the table powers down with a whirring whine.

Fen looks back towards the open door and then back to Helen, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared. She looks like she's about to panic. "Everyone is just... treating me like the Empress."

"That's because you are the Empress." Helen's smirk shows she's clearly enjoying this.

"But, I'm no-"

"What you believe" Helen interrupts, "and what is, are two different things, Fen. I told you. You are the Empress. The Nanites agree, I agree, and now Sol agrees. I received the beacon right before you woke up. They accept your ascension. Coronation will commence once we return to Venus."

"Fen is stunned into silence." She stares at Helen's cool face, willing her to burst out laughing, telling her it's some joke, or for her to wake up out of this horrible dream.

All that happens is the thrum of the HVAC in the room.

"So... then what?"

Helen holds her hands wide, palms out. "What indeed Fen. The galaxy is yours. You only have to take it." She holds up one finger. "So long as you keep building Gates."

"That's it?"

"That's really it, Fen. I promise. There is no secret agenda, no conspiracy, no shadow council that really rules. It's you. For good and for ill, it's you."

"But why?" Fen's voice is strained, like she's trying not to whine.

"Because you're Empress." Helen says simply. "Now you already met Captain Valerian, yes? Why don't you direct her to link us home. You can see the palace and being the preparation for your coronation." Helen turns away from Fen and walks over to a large wooden case. She unlatches it and opens a glass cabinet, revealing a series of leather bound rectangles. Books, Fen thinks. She's never seen them in person before. They must be ancient. Helen notices her staring. "Do you want to see? Here, this one is supposedly a book of naval tactics."

Fen looks at the book, and realizes with a start she can't read a word of it. "Of course," she says, feeling silly. "It's not written in Colonic."

"No, this is an ancient language from Earth, French." Helen strokes the book with a light touch. "I'd like to learn it some day." She closes the book with a snap. "Go ask Captain Valerian to link us home, please." Even though she said please, it was not a request.

Fen made her way back to the bridge. "Captain Valerian, please link is back home. I... need to begin preparations for my coronation - apparently."

Captain Valerian smirked and saluted sharply. Aye Empress, we obey. Please, sit Empress. You can ride with us here as we link home."

Fen sat in a seat next to the Captains. The crew bustled with preparations as a steward sidled up to Fen and offered her a mug of tea. She took the tea and nodded thanks. Just as quickly as he arrived, the steward disappeared.

After not much time at all, the Captain sat next to Fen. "We're ready Empress. Would you do the honors?"

Fen looked forward, the bridge crew staring back at her, with something in their eyes. Reverence? Excitement? It was odd whatever it was. "Link us home."

Fen woke up on the grass. She sat up and saw Ma-ren. "Oh Ma!" Fen broke down, her tears large and heavy. "I'm Empress"

Ma hugged her tightly. "I know hon. I'm sorry. This is quite a thing to be thrusted upon yourself."

"Ma, what am I going to do? The Nanites are watching me all... the... time... Fen looked around in shock. "I can't feel them here!"

Ma-ren nodded. "That's right. You're here. They're not a part of you, so they wouldn't arrive when you linked."

"Holy shit Ma! That means I have a chance. You need to be my memory for me. I can't even think about this when I'm alive."

"Whatever you need, love. I'm always here."

[zin-fan-del]

Holdin' Out for a Hero

~5.000 word story featuring gay lizards and blueberry inflation. Also available for reading here on my main website!

"I've been holding out on this until I found someone like you." Windsor's words filled the quiet, dimly-rit room so suddenly it made the scales on Mehji's back momentarily crawl. Beneath the idyll autumn sceneries at the ranch house, he had been led to a room packed with machinery and chemical equipment. The crisp air and warm-hued leaves gave way to a well-camouflaged den of metallic greens and blues.

"Don't say cryptic things," the perturbed lizard just over half his height rebuked, keeping up pace behind his tour guide. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, despite the warmth radiating from the machines all over. As they walked, Mehji snuck several glances away from the curiosities all around to try and read Windsor's face. All he could make out was a confident, smug grin.

"So," the pale dragon's march stopped as the two approached an unusual display glowing with minty green light, "this is my magnum opus." He turned on a heel to face his guest, wearing the same baffling smirk… Next to this stellar contraption, though, a sparkle danced in his eyes.

Mehji's gaze broke with Windsor as he sized up the machine. Inside, like a sample floating in an enormous test tube, a full-body jumpsuit, boots, gloves and a mask were suspended. Looking at it, even up close, it was difficult to tell whether they were actually submerged in liquid or resin. The glass container appeared ethereal, draped in fluorescent viridian shining from lamps below. The tube was embedded in a steel base platform decorated by flickering control panel buttons.

The torso of the bodysuit was decorated with interweaving stripes that diverge and trace the outer arms and legs. A slim black belt featuring an elliptical metal buckle outlined in studs divided it in half vertically. The gloves and boots had cuffs shaped into wide spikes splayed outward. The lurid crimson fabric patterned with bold gray details appeared well-made, albeit strangely large and baggy.

"Is… is this your Halloween costume?" Mehji surmised, scratching the back of his head and forcing a smile. "It's, uh, cool. Which superhero was this again?"

Reacting to the lukewarm response, Windsor's face dropped into a disappointed frown. Unsure what he could have said wrong, Mehji chuckled nervously.

"This is not some measly costume. This… is Wrath." As the white dragon spoke of his creation, he turned to cast a prideful gaze thereupon, a smile creeping back onto his face.

"Isn't that one of those cardinal sins, mister…?" Mehji prodded jokingly. But Windsor simply sighed and faced him, speaking up with a serious tone.

"Mehji, do you remember the day we met?" Windsor's serious, seemingly off-the-cuff question was startling, though easily answered.

"Of course, though I barely believe it. We rolled people the size of zeppelins out of a restaurant…" Giving a brief nod, Windsor carried on.

"Aster City has been ravaged by that same incident happening again and again. People all over the place, in small groups, uncontrollably blowing up. It's a rapid growth that turns your body blue and fills you with juice." As he recounted the events of the past weeks, Windsor's eyes closed tight and he tapped between his brows with an index finger.

"The… the blueberries…" Mehji pulled a hand out of his pocket to insinctively carress his stomach, casting his mind back to the situation in question. His face must have contorted slightly as he spoke, because the taller reptilian's smug grin returned. A nervous feeling raging through Mehji spawned beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You were of great help that day. In fact, I don't think I've seen anyone else quite so excited to do heavy lifting." A gentle blush rose to Mehji's cheeks and his eyes forced themselves away.

"I- I just like being a helpful lil' guy, is all," the embarrassed green lizard attempted to clarify. "Was just following your instructions, really…"

"Then you won't mind putting this suit on for me." With a fluid motion, Windsor reached out and pressed a large eject button on the container's control panel. Immediately, the tube's glass walls slid down to the base, flooding the room in glowing seafoam hues. The garments gently fluttered down to the platformbeneath them, landing at Windsor's waist height.

"Right now? You want a superhero strip show?" Mehji jabbed into Windsor's side playfully with an elbow. "Ya gooner."

"W-what?!" Now, it was the alabaster reptile's turn to blush, which he poorly hid by turning his chin up and away. "To make fast-changing possible, it's designed to fit around any kind of dresswear. You don't even need to take your shoes… off…"

His spiel was abruptly interrupted upon reopening his eyes. Mehji's lower half was already stripped down to just boxers, and his arms were raised over his head to remove the white wifebeater formerly obscured by a large jersey. As he casually tossed the shirt into a pile of his other discarded clothes, their eyes locked. This time, it was Mehji's turn to meet a stunned, flushed face with a cocky smirk.

"What? Are you gay?" He teased, flexing his right bicep playfully. Windsor's jaw dropped but his brain had yet to catch upto speed.

"Well, but… It's not like… Y-you just don't have to, um, undress if you don't want to," the words raced each other out of his gaping maw, but Windsor's composure wasn't regained whatsoever.

"Enough yapping, you dork. You wanna see these guns in a tight suit?" Windsor's diamond eyes shot back and forth from the nearly-nude hunk actively teasing him, unable to conjure up words. "I wanna see more of that look on your face."

As he spoke, Mehji took hold of the suit and unfolded it before him. It unfurled all the way out onto the floor, despite being suspended in his hands over his head. Expeditiously, he unzipped the flashy suit from the top down to the tail-hole, and stepped inside with one leg.

"It's huge," he noted aloud while dressing himself. "You couldn't have secretly taken my measurements better?"

"… You'll see how it works," Windsor retorted, cheeks still rosy. Mehji raised a brow, uncertain what that could mean, but continued, trusting the dragon's guidance to be benign. As he slid his arms down the sleeves of the costume, he turned around.

"Help me out," Mehji instructed, gesturing with one hand at the zipper running down his back. Windsor stepped forward and, with a single decisive tug, closed it all the way up to his neck.

"Excellent. A perfect fit!" Windsor exclaimed with glee as Mehji slowly turned around. The suit was, contrarily, extremely loose and tall, despite being sealed quite firmly around his wrists, ankles, the base of his tail and the top of his neck. As he slid on the boots and gloves, Mehji felt the accessories snap into place like magnets. Despite the unflattering fit, there was a remarkable degree of care put into every piece.

"So, this is what you're into…?" Mehji probed, his tone landing between serious and jokingly pejorative. Most of the fabric was exaggeratedly draped around him like a blanket. He waved his arms slightly up and down, expectedly uncomfortable. "I think some, uh, adjustments might be necessary." From behind, Windsor raised the bandana-like mask up to the smaller reptile's eyes, fastening it into a secure knot below the spikes on his head. Despite their stark-white eyecaps, the mask conferred surprisingly unimpeded visibility.

"Quiet, now… Just follow my lead. You know which arm is your right one?"

"I'm not completely helpless, mister." Mehji smirked, and gestured with the according arm.

"Good. Snap your fingers with that hand."

"Like this?"

Upon triggering the click between his index finger and thumb, a small but distinct beep from the suit's chest area rang out. Before he could react, with the light sound of a vaccuum sealer, the entire garment restricted against his body.

"Guh--" Mehji gasped, puffing out his chest as he felt the soft fabric grow quickly tense. A sense of surprise stunned his jaw open as he held out both arms, contorting around to survey his body with wide eyes. "Holy… That scared me shitless." But as he continued to twist around, the initial shock gradually settling, an emphatic grin spread onto his face. "Hah… haha! Wow. How the fuck did you pull this off?"

The garment was fitted, in the blink of an eye, to perfection. Every curve of his body appeared sculpted beneath the unbelievably smooth fabric. With awe illuminating his visage, the green lizard was stunned into staring at himself in the reflection of a tall machine. This comfort level in such a tight garment was unthinkable to him. It would take hours of meticulous stitching to achieve anything similar.

"You look incredible." Windsor spoke up after letting his newly-dressed partner look himself over. He walked up behind the distracted man and planted both hands on his shoulders. Mehji, who had been on-edge just moments before, didn't react at all. "What you're looking at… What you're wearing… is how I'll fix the blueberries. This is Wrath."

"Your answer is to become a superhero?" Mehji curied, still transfixed on his own reflection. "I thought they caught the guy behind the breakouts already."

"Not quite." Windsor's hands began to explore his guest's figure. "I'm no hero. All I have is this flashy suit…" His palms follow the lines down Mehji's arms before gripping the sides of his chest and sliding down to his waist. "The blueberries just keep popping up, no matter how many culprits get arrested." His words kept Mehji from melting into the gentle massage. "You might now know, but some even remain afflicted long-term, expanding repeatedly…"

Mehji's body, mostly cool beneath the breathable bodysuit, couldn't resist warming up with big hands prodding at it. With an audible gulp, he stared into Windsor's calm eyes and spoke, "I thought permaberries were mythical."

"On the contrary, there are many. And twenty-ton life isn't easy in the city. You just don't fit in anywhere." Winsdor lifted his hands away from Mehji's hips and turned on a heel to take a few steps away. Windsor grew unxpectedly quiet as his brow shaded his downturned eyes. An indiscernable but painful emotion rose with him, expressed clearly through his self-assured facade.

"What're you going to do then? Find out whodunnit? Or run around, juicing everyone in your path?" Mehji brainstormed lightheartedly but his lanky suitor's demeanor refused to lighten.

"Nah." Click. Turning to face Windsor, Mehji heard the distinctive click priming the raygun pointed in his face, which began glowing with electric vigor. "I'm gonna make the problem so bad someone else solves it." Shivers rocketed up Mehji's spine and a sweat drop fell from his chin. "How about it? Just one beam and you'll get your dream body. It's like magic." Windsor responded, staring down his quaking partner deviously.

"W… wait…" the man sizing up a gun pointed his way sputtered. "What…? Dream body? It'll make me ripped if I want?" Mehji couldn't contain his questions, startled by the sudden attack. In his racing mind, the short lizard pictured himself bulging with muscles in the stunning red suit.

"Only if you truly dream of that." Windsor assured as the gun's charging light grew ever vibrant. Mehji groaned quietly, uncertain. Never in his dreams had he imagined himself so rich in brawn. But if this was a chance to quickly grow, he'd kick himself for declining.

So, with a face stiff as steel, he consented concisely.

"Hit me."

A bright ray blinded him as it collided with his midsection, disspating into him as a warm light. Windsor blew on the red-hot tip of the raygun forcefully, breaking up a steam cloud pouring off of it. As his eyes reopened, Mehji looked down to survey his body again, but nothing had visibly changed about it. He patted himself down with gloved hands, unable to sense any dramatic alterations to his figure as Windsor placed the raygun on a nearby counter.

"It didn't work…?" Mehji pumped an arm in the air, flexing it as dramatically as possible. "I haven't gained a pound."

Windsor laughed snidely. "It takes a while so you can really savor the change," He watched the suited-up lizard hastily squeeze at his own muscles, testing for any identifiable growth. "But it looks like it's working just fine to me."

Several questions rose to mind but were beaten to Mehji's lips by a loud belch. He raised a fist to cover it as best as possible, embarrassed. With his other hand, he rubbed at his belly just above his belt. Paying close attention, he could sense bubbles rising in his stomach before they rose sharply in volume. But still, his midsection was no flatter than normal. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Surely this isn't a gun that just makes you gassy, mister?" Mehji joked. But as he pulled away the hand covering his mouth, he noticed a strange effect creeping its way down his arm. "Wait, huh…?" A deep cornflower color had sneakily appeared around his upper torso. On closer inspection, however, the splotchy effect was spreading like airbrushed paint toward his wrists. He leaned over, watching it race down his front, traveling past his groin and knees down his legs.

As the realization sank in, his breath paused momentarily, then picked back up into a rapid rhythm. As he turned his head back up, the sight of Windsor's euphoric grin made butterflies go wild in his stomach. Blood rushed to his face with such speed enough to nearly knock Mehji out. Embarassed to beet-red, he span around to the mirrored surface from just moments ago…

But the face that greeted him was a deep, rich indigo. In fact, in just seconds, blue hues swallowed his entire body, as though he was dipped in a vat of dye.

"I think I know where this is going," Windsor ominously murmured through a giddy sneer. Mehji's panicked eyes shot back up as his arms dropped to his side. "And that means I chose correctly with you," the taller lizard's tail grew erect as he watched on, struggling to contain elated laughter.

"No way," Inside his mind, Mehji was torn between fear and excitement. But his stomach was churning like an ice-cream machine, kicking up a racket even as he doubled over, pressing into it with both hands. "In my dreams, it doesn't… start this fast…" He was overcome with the sensation of having ravenously eaten past his limit. Through the thin fabric of his suit, he could feel his belly protruding scantly. Between the clamoring of his strained stomach and the soft gut where defined abs just were, the grumbling lizard began bloating up like he went overboard on soda.

The tall dragon released a deep belly-laugh he had kept bottled in for a while. Across the cool tiles he strode, placing a pair of fingers beneath Mehji's chin and lifting it to meet his gaze directly. He spoke warmly as he stroked it gently, ogling his helpless victim's face cloaked in the vivid hues of spirulina. "I'll keep you safe. I promise." Mehji swallowed dramatically as the gurgling from his gut continued, embarrassed to have his upset stomach heard by Windsor. But the white dragon stood close in front of him, their bodies separated by less than an inch. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Urk-!" Mehji, captured in the moment, momentarily forgot what situation he was in. He looked down in disbelief, his jaw slightly unhinged. "It's… really happening!" The juice filling him up spilled over. His belly, once meticulously slim, puffed up into a growing mass approaching the size of a basketball. In and out, the short lizard panted, trying to rationalize his situation. With a single curious hand, he pressed into the dramatically swelling paunch, leaving behind a dark handprint-shaped stain. He moaned as his gut kept duly stretching outward, pursing out over the tight belt cradling it from below.

Windsor pressed his waist into the ballooning lizard's girth, wrapping an explorative arm around his waist. "How's it feel…?" His voice dipped into deep tones as he uttered the question, eyes meticulously soaking in every inch of his subject.

"I can't stop filling up…" Mehji spat out between breaths, his body overtaken by a flurry of senses. "You're going to fucking pop me!" He ballooned so quickly and with such force that a natural sense of alarm rang out. But as Windsor's weight leaned into the sensitive, swollen pillow forming on his front, a rapturous pleasure overtook him. Its forceful growth continued unabated, blocking his view below his own midriff, before juice began to trickle out into the rest of his body.

"You'll be alright," Windsor spoke with a genuine tone that betrayed his devious expression. "Just relax, berry boy. Your fantasies are coming true."

At once, both of his breasts swelled up, spurning another gutteral noise from Mehji. His chest pressed against his chin as it grew, deepening the ecstasy gradually welling up in him. As he stared into Windsor's calm eyes his anxious trembling from before dissolved into a ravishing calm. With a smooth motion, Windsor's fingers cupped around his partner's asscheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

As if choreographed, Mehji's cheeks surged with juice. First, his ass ballooned outward, the pressure of Windsor's squeeze growing as it pressed into it. A rush of delight soared in Mehji, to whom the sensation of a hand on his taut skin felt electric, only intensifying as billows of juice pumping into him.

Moments later, desperate for room, the juice worked its way up past his chest. His lips pursed, pressed together by his face swelling as though with millions of calories at once. Mehji's eyes rolled back uncontrollably, unable to be kept in control as the tide of sweet liquid sqeezed itself inside of him. The emotions ripping through him, spurred on by the pressure of Windsor's sensual grip, overloaded his thoughts.

"Now this is what I'm into…" Windsor grumbled, his face twisted in a nefarious, turned-on smirk. As Mehji ballooned up in his arms, staggering at the sheer heft of his burgeoning frame, he was forced to step back. Gripping the sides of the swollen lizard's waist, he admired his handiwork with delight. With each deep breath, his nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh blueberry. He bit his lower lip to hold in an unhinged moan.

"You gotta help me, man…!" Mehji shouted as his limbs fattened up with ease, forcing him to extend them into a pose like a starfish. The gurgling, creaking bedlam from inside of him overwhelmed his ears as he gushed with fluid. His skintight suit squeezed against his inflating body, stubbornly refusing to break at even a single seam. The dark juice handprints staining his apparel had spread to encompass him entirely. Traces of the saccharine violet fluid were pressed out of Mehji's every pore, stickying the floor with a puddle beneath his feet.

"How am I… supposed to live… as a blueberry?" Words eked out of the stout reptile's mouth between heavy breaths. He waddled about, desperately redistributing his ballooning weight. At first, most of his girth localized around his waist. But the unrelenting pressure mounting within him forced its way outward, rounding his frame out smoothly. Rapidly transforming in such a revealing costume was embarassing, no matter how well it contained his bulging form.

"Well, for starters, I hope you like the flavor." Windsor joked, stepping back again. "But besides that, you don't have to do much of anything. Kick back and go with the flow." Then, with a swift but gentle tackle, he shoved into the massive lizard. With a yelp, Mehji stumbled back before his balance gave out and his gargantuan rear collided with the ground. "Not that you have much of a choice at this point."

Mehji flapped his limbs with all the force he could muster, but they resisted, steadily growing bulkier with each passing second. All he could do was wiggle his hands and feet, reveling in the sensation of being blown up into the spitting image of a blueberry.

His legs had grown so wide that they seemed to melt into the girth of his waist. His feet wriggled, vainly struggling against the force of his round groin gradually swallowing them up. The bubbling juice roared as it surged up his body to fill out his torso similarly, trapping his hands. As he swelled into a near-perfect sphere, losing complete control of his distended body, his suit miraculously stretched to encompass it seamlessly. The growing lizard moaned and groaned, eyes darting around to observe his impossibly huge body progressively expanding. Forced apart by his torso, he helplessly watched his hands disappear over the sides of his own burgeoning figure.

Windsor, with ever-curious hands, felt at the seams of the suit running flush down Mehji's spherical body. Despite showing obvious signs of tension, it remained unbroken, even around the areas that had fattened up the most. The thin belt wrapped snugly around the blueberry's midsection caused his flesh to purse gently around it. Like an artist surveying their own masterpiece, he radiated with joy, staring on at Mehji with a serene smile.

But Mehji continued to inflate. As he fattened beyond his own range of reach, his feet were ungrounded by the swelling fat between them. His body balloned outward, rising up like a nearly-full beach ball being topped off with air. Back and forth his globular body rocked, skin and suit creaking as though reaching their limits. Mehji's limbs stretched as far as they could, but his body swallowed them up as it swelled even wider.

"Mmph! Mmmm…" While being sucked into his swelling body, Mehji's plump cheeks sealed his mouth shut. All he could manage to vocalize were quiet grunts. He could hardly turn his head, let alone see over the rising girth encompassing it. Even his most mobile parts were similarly trapped, leaving his hands and feet incapable of more than gentle wiggling. "Helpff…" Raised up by his round backside, staring at the metallic ceiling, a single weak word rose to his lips.

"You're so ripe, I could just take a big, fat bite…" Windsor walked back up to the blueberry and embraced it again, pressing his face into the smooth, taut surface. "Or bake the world's biggest pie."

Rounding out, Mehji felt his inflation start to ease for the first time. As his creaking frame finally blew past Windsor's height, it rocked around its center point. The blueberry lizard's weight rocketed exponentially as the final traces of juice surged into him in a quick, steady burst. With that, Mehji moaned loudly, his face too swollen to vocalize anything more complex. As the final wave poured into him, slowing his expansion to a trickle, all that could be heard in the dark room was the raucous sloshing of fluid settling inside him.

Mehji was desparate to shout if it would relieve even a tiny fraction of the pressure to which he had been filled. Despite being painless, his turgid body was in an extreme excess of pressure beyond that which any person could reasonably reach. His face was still hot with feverish embarrassment, stressed largely by the immobility that so immediately overtook him.

"In fact, I have many plans for you," Windsor continued. While talking, he shifted his weight down, rolling the taut round balloon toward himself. It took a few tugs to position him correctly, but eventually, Mehji's puffy face appeared over the top of the round mass. The two watched each other intently as Mehji continued rolling, only coming to a halt as his face pointed down to meet Windsor's head-on. "You're the biggest berry I've ever seen, and that's saying something." Just like before, Windsor stuck a single hand beneath Mehji's bloated chin, caressing it with passion-filled eyes.

But this time, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Mehji's lips. The two closed their eyes and the moment froze for just a second before the lanky dragon pulled back.

"Thank you," he murmured, staring the blueberry straight in the eyes. "Now, go ahead and snap again. Right hand."

It took a moment before Mehji processed what he had been told. The sensation of being trapped in his own engorged body was frankly stunning. Moments later, though, he weakly forced his fingers together, accomplishing a single quiet snap. Instinctively, Windsor raised a single arm to cover his eyes and held his breath.

Incomprehensibly speedily, Mehji felt high tension envelop his entire body, pressing inward in all directions. "Holy--!" Before he could make sense of it, the fat distorting his face disappeared, allowing him to emit half of a startled interjection. Like a water balloon being popped, he deflated, a surge of juice spraying out and covering the room in all directions. As though his transformation played out in reverse, he was pressed completely free of juice in just seconds. In fact, it occurred so quickly that his belly was lifted away from the ground, leaving the short lizard momentarily suspended in mid-air.

But such conditions did not last, as he came tumbling down to the ground, landing on what remained of his cushy paunch before it quickly reverted to its original flat shape. As the wave of juice freed from him landed, raining from the ceiling, he clambered to his feet with a hand on his pounding head.

"I… I popped. I thought you said…" Mehji grumbled, patting at his midsection grumpily. At first, his perceived betrayal by Windsor sparked in him a flash of anger. But as he patted himself down top to bottom with both hands, looking over his decidedly normal-looking body, it fizzled out. "What kind of wizardry is this?"

"Hahahaha," Windsor laughed heartily before scooping Mehji up into a bear hug. Oddly, the former was drenched in deep blue juice, while the latter had reverted to his typical coloration. It ere as though it never changed. "It worked! What a success!"

"Whoa, whoa, what do ya mean?!" Mehji, held up by a pair of arms around his midsection, continued to survey his own hands. "How did you get all that out of me so fast?"

"Alright, I'll explain," the tall dragon set Mehji back down on his feet gently. "This was all a test for that suit. It didn't break and the compression mechanism worked flawlessly." Mehji gave a baffled look, so he continued. "It can basically squeeze you back to shape. See, look! That was all in you!"

Windsor spun around with his hands extended wide, smiling more than anyone witnessing so much property damage ever should. There was a thin pool of juice beneath their feet and not a single centimeter of wall space wasn't coated in the substance. Mehji patted his belly, cogs turning in his head, as he examined the damage.

Did any of that even really happen? He thought pensively. Is this… a dream right now?

"Do you… wanna give these suits out to people?" Mehji inquired, trying to imagine what could have motivated such a mystical invention. "That's your plan to solve the blueberry epidemic?"

"No," Windsor replied directly, still surprisingly cheerful. "Like I said, this world isn't built to accomodate for berries to exist." While speaking, he strolled over to the table upon which the raygun from earlier was set. Mehji recoiled instinctively as he picked it up but relaxed upon seeing it resting on its side in his open palms.

"I must admit I lied about this," Windsor gingerly raised the weapon in the air. "This gun just makes blueberries out of everyone it hits. The only thing here that can read your dreams… is me."

Struck at the understanding that he had been deceived, Mehji's mouth fell agape. What he had just experienced was a snowstorm of emotions hardly able to be captured by words.

"My plan? Simply fill the world with blueberries until it changes." Windsor laid out his intentions plainly.

"Are you the one who started all this, then?" Mehji probed with a gravely serious tone, still unmoving from where he originally stood up.

"No," answered Windsor, his eyes fixed upon his partner to convey his words with identical gravity. "I have my suspicions as to who did but am uncertain." For a moment, in the sickly-sweet subterranean study, the two tensely stared each other down. "So, with all that said…" Windsor stepped forward, still suspending the gun in outstretched arms. "I would like to ask you to be my partner in crime."

Mehji could not have predicted what transpired in the past few minutes. As he looked down at the firearm being given to him, he reached up with a single gloved hand to accept it but froze just inches away. With unsteady eyes, he sought for comfort in Windsor's warm, intent smile. Then, returning his focus, he picked it up by the handle, resting a careful finger on the trigger guard.

The weapon entered his grip comfortably, weighing subtantially less than he anticipated. Windsor relaxed his arms at his sides, glowing with pride at the sight of Mehji in his suit.

"I suppose that does sound a little fun," Mehji smirked as he posed with the gun pointed toward the porcelain-white dragon. He held it for a moment before angling his aim to just narrowly miss to the right. "Who know what else you have stashed down here, too?"

For the first time since he began swelling, Mehji soaked in the room in close detail as he lowered his weapon. All around him were workstations, machinery, tools and clothing. The scene was almost fantastical, decorated with active monitors and branding painted across the walls. A rather simplistic emblem in the shape of a W appeared in more places around the laboratory than he originally noticed.

"Well, in that case, welcome to Wrath HQ… rookie." Windsor's frigidly serious demeanor defroze as he offered a playful handshake. With his empty hand, Mehji reached out and accepted it. "So, how's about we get to cleaning u--?!"

Rambling made Windsor visibly inattentive, so Mehji gave him a swift tug on the arm, pulling the two men into a firm embrace. Before his eyes could flutter open, the short lizard delivered a passionate kiss unto the lips of the other. With one of Mehji's arms around his waist, Windsor let himself slide into the liplock.

Suddenly, the room flashed white. A warm sensation disspiated into Windsor from his back. As though unbothered, he pulled away from kissing the man that just shot him with a toothy, satisfied grin.

"Before that…" Mehji looked directly into Windsor's eyes as he tossed away the still-warm raygun. "I wanna see if your dream body is the same as mine…" He gripped behind Windsor's ass firmly on both sides as the two reptiles pressed into each other, exchanging loving, menacing grins. "…And I wonder if juice tastes sweeter when harvested with revenge." Windsor took in a deep breath as he rested his arms on Mehji's broad shoulders. "Don't hold out on me, now…"

But across the happy face he gazed into longingly, a vivid blue had already begun to spread.

[monokrown]

Dumping my new eggs design HCs here!

Empanada - her hair is two toned with some thick highlights because of mouse, niki, and bagi

She has vitiligo and her eyes are a lighter color maybe pink or purple/or just yellow or hazel

She dresses like mouse with very detailed dresses and skirts and some other accessories that can come from her other parents like ribbons and such

Honestly I like seeing her being black or Mexican or any other ethnicity/race because I just think her with big thick curly hair would be sooo cute <3

Edit: I forgot about her pancake hat but I think It would look like a beret or be represented by her dress with many layers that’s as creative as I can get lol

SunnySideUp - her ethnicity would be black because I love seeing her designs with black features!

Her hair is blonde in the roots and the rest of her hair is white because it resembles a sunny side up egg and because of lenay and tubbos hair!

Her outfits I’d imagine looks like tubbos with some cargo pants and oversized or cropped shirts maybe a cool jacket for the look and combat boots the color scheme could be adjusted to fit with the other parents

Pepito - This one is tough because I don’t know how to style the stripped shirt…but I will try!

I really like the designs I’ve seen with pepito’s hair being very short and light brown with slight messy curls and green eyes

Pepito’s skin tone would be tan with freckles and thick brows

I think pepito would dress like Rivers and Quackity I like to imagine the stripes are thicker so the design doesn’t look so weird in my opinion and pepito has a red oversized jacket with shorts like rivers the sneakers are also untied

Another design could be a jumpsuit kind of like Carre or Mariana it could even be taken off halfway and tied around the waist to show the stripped shirt or just not zipped up all the way..idk I’m trying to think of something cute!

I’ve seen people also draw pepito in a salon looking outfit which I also love!

But here is all my head-canon designs I hope you like them and maybe are inspired by them! Maybe I’ll be tempted to draw them but idk when 🤷‍♀️

[burner-itft-kiss-au]

Chapter 1: Where am I?

Hi, I'm Nolan Wayne, and this is my story of how I became... aware... of what happens to people like me...

I woke up in a strange place. It wasn't my room, though, it felt like it was... which kind of confused me. I noticed that this was a bunk bed I was sleeping on, and that there was more people in the room, but they were sleeping. I left the room and entered a hallway, they had bedroom doors that looked like they had name tags on them. I noticed a guy with a white jumpsuit with green, and yellow stripes coming out of the rooms.

He saw me, and said, "Dude! Rise and shine, fresh homie!" I didn't know how else to respond to that other than just saying hello, so I just waved nervously and walked away.

I walked into a lounge room. There was a girl with brown hair and a red jumpsuit with a yellow stripe on it. She didn't have a pinch of emotion on her face. "Um... Hi, How's it going?" I said awkwardly. She glared at me. "Like, what do you want? Dweeb..." She replied. Ew! I was just trying to be nice! I gave her a dirty look, she rolled her eyes at me. Wow, not even an hour has passed and I'm already gaining an enemy. I walked away to see a boy who looked very young and innocent. He looked at me with a smile and a giggle.

I walked into another room, a room that had looked like an arcade. I was surprised that I woke up in a place that had an arcade. "OUT THE WAY, DINGUS!!" A female voice shouted. I was pushed to the ground I guess that means I have TWO enemies. "I gotta beat Walker's high score!!!" The girl with the pixie cut said. Walker? Who's Walker? "Before Breakfast?" Said a guy with dual colored hair, a dual colored jumpsuit, and heterochromia. I got up and left. "Will everyone please gather round in the lounge area?" A voice from the speaker box has some important news.

Everyone was awake and in the lounge area. A woman with a turtle neck shirt appeared along with a guy wearing a the same turtleneck, but black, and had a face mask built in it. "Welcome, everyone! It's time for the new Person to introduce themself. Everyone, This is Nolan Wayne. Now, will everyone introduce themselves with a short story on how you discovered your powers? Starting with Kate?" Oh great... she's going to talk again... let's hear what this bitch has to say... "I'm Kate, I'm 16 years old, I have Psychokinesis, and this is my story. I was once a popular cheerleader, adored by all, but one day, a boy tried to flirt with me, when I told him I wasn't interested, he tried to attack me. I put him in a chokehold, not even with my bare hands, a police officer caught me in the act... and then all I remember was waking up here..." Her face was deadpan. I felt so bad for her... Everyone introduced themselves. Warren introduced himself in the funniest way possible. "Yo! Sup! My name is Warren, I'm 17 years old, I can shapeshift into any animal I choose, and here's my story, I was partying with my homies one night, then my homie, Issac said that I should put my party trick to the test, so I transformed into a horse! Then I transformed into a dog, and then right in the middle of my transformation into an alligator, the police came to my homie's house and apparently a Karen next door decided to call the police on us, so that's something..." I burst into laughter, that was the funniest way someone could ever end up here! And then it was my turn, "Hi, I'm Nolan Wayne, I'm 18 years old, I have no idea what my powers are or why I'm here... Yeah..." I don't know what my powers were or how I ended up here. "Well then... Anyway, Nolan, I'm Colleen and I am the head of The Keeping Inhumans Safe in the Sanctuary. Or as my assistant, Damien likes to call it... KISS!!" She said. "Also I want to clarify that Warrens story is not true, I know what actually happened... Because I was there..." He whispered in my ear. I was in shock. Could Warren be hiding something? What does this mean?

During breakfast, I wanted to clear the air with Kate, I just couldn't get her backstory out of my head. "Hi! Kate, was it?" I asked her. She nodded. "Okay, so I heard your story and I was pretty moved by it, I am so sorry that happened to you and-" "The rest of the story is none of your business, now can you, like, stop talking and leave? Thanks..." She interrupted me. "Well I feel bad for you and how you were treated by that person-" "Bye! Go!" She cut me off yet again, but with more of an angry and sassy attitude. "I am 18 years old and you are 16! Act like it!" A hand grabbed me and pulled me back. I felt like I was on a roller coaster and I went back. "Hi! Nolan, was it?" A girl named Hannah said. "Yes! That would be me, why am I over here?" I replied. She wrapped most of her arm around a nearby pole and it looked like it hurt, but it didn't.

"Thats why." Hannah Said. She unwrapped her arm. "I Didn't want you to get hurt, Kate is not someone you want to call a... W word... I don't want to say it..." "Trust me... Her girlfriend, Sabrina will NOT take it lightly..." A girl named Rosalie told me. "Sabrina is a rebellious bitch, and she has NO chill..." another girl told me. Her name was Vanessa. She was sitting next to the cute little four year old, turned out, his name is Shinji! We talked for about a half an hour until breakfast was over.

I'm still going to find out what happened for me to have ended up here though... I also need to figure out my powers... We'll see...

[superman-the-secret-third-thing]

Clark Kent's Wardrobe! 1938-1947

I wonder if they looked at actual fashion magazines for these.

Late 30s to mid-40s Standard outfit: Blue jacket, vest, pants, tie and hat (Usually orange)

Late 30s Fancy Dress: Top hat, tailcoat, bowtie.

Late 30s Orange pinstripe suit

1941 Red Dressing Gown

Mid 1940s Swimsuit Speedo

Early 40s Red vest

Early 40s Green Suit (No Tie)

Mid 40s Orange sweater and loose pants

Mid 40s Light Blue Suit jacket, Black polka dot Bowtie, Greenhat

Early 40s Light blue suit jacket, striped white shirt, blue striped tie

Early-Mid 40s Grey dress suit and bowtie

Early 40s Blue Pinstripe

Mid 40s jumpsuit

Mid 40s Red Suspenders

Mid 40s Plaid Suit

Mid 40s "Dress" Reporter outfit.

Late 40s Blue wool overcoat and orange scarf.

Mid 40s White Checkered? Suit jacket and bowtie.

Late 40s Green suit

...To be continued...

[mynameis-noe-body]

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtopp (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsleigh

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

Alice has seven, beautiful pieces of cloth — which is a very fine number, for clothes. And he knows about that, surely, he made them with his own magical hands, and his good heart, obviously. Tarrant loves to believe there's a little bit of love in every of his artworks and Alice's dresses are his most fabulous creations. She has two majestic, opulent suits — with long coat and embroidered pants — that she loves to wear during the most elegant nights at Marmoreal Castle, with Queen Mirana and the whole court. Then, there's her night gown, which is made of the finest silk — and Caterpillar knows that better than anyone else in the Underlands — and is of the loveliest shade of avory, as pale as the big moon in their night sky. She wears a lilac jumpsuit when she's about to travel through the lands on the back of the Bandersnatch, who's the most affectionate towards their Champion. And — last but not least — there are those three tea-lenght dresses, cut and sewn from long fabrics of organza, lace and tulle, painted of the most intense shade of cobalt, or vivid cerulean or perhaps light blue sky. Yes — every shade of blue is Alice: among the softest clouds and in the deepest water, everywhere there's a little bit of blue that reminds him of his pretty, pretty Alice.

Tarrant is the happiest as she comes at his door wearing one of those three dresses, because that means they are going to spend some time together, and that would be one of the best days ever (as any day spent with Alice is the most beautiful of them all). And that one is a very fine day. Time has fallen asleep somewhere, and it seems the sun itself has stopped in the middle of the afternoon to leave them happily bathed in his warm light; sitting on a big picnic blanket, the Hatter opens his wicker basket. «Come on — hop hop — time to jump out of the cupboard, little friends. We have a very important guest to entertain!» and suddenly, two small cups of fine porcelain and a puffy teapot pop up and land on the blanket. «Oh, good. Tea's ready.»

«I wish cups and teapots could make tea on their own in the Upland, too. I could not imagine Mother's surprise at this!» Alice says; her little smile is the extremely satisfying.

Tarrant, however, suddenly feels Sadness thighting her hands around his neck. «Why, Alice — are you already planning to leave? I couldn't bear it, honestly. You've just come back» to me, he would add, but he isn't sure how she would take that. Brave she is, yes, but sometimes too unfocused on her Muchness to see what truly happens around her.

She shakes her head. The yellow porcelain cup jump on the open palm of her hand and she sips the green tea. «No, Hatter. This time I've come back for good, I promise.»

And she had promised, many moons ago, that she had wanted to stay this time. Business were finally done and gone in the Upland, that very strange place had no more sense to her; evil people there, and no fun at all. Not for a woman, anyway. While there, they had valiant Queens and brave Warrior lasses. Tarrant had made her tell the story of how she had chased a dream through a painting to fall down there all over again; a big tableau on the wall above the fireplace, she had painted just little details here and there: a white rabbit, big scarlet mushrooms and singing flowers, two funny children in white and red stripes and — obviously — a Mad Hatter. And when she had seen them walking together down the green, grassy road, she knew she only had to reach out. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

He smiles at the thought, and his eyes sparkles emerald. «Well that's the best news, Alice! Many things I desire to show you.»

«Tell me about that.» Alice lets the cup go, and lays on the blanket; her golden hair are scattered around her just-right-seized head as a mane, her pale, soft skin shines in the lovely light of the day, a sweet breeze blows on her cheeks and goosebumps runs on her chest. Nice breast — round and soft under her garments, plump as ripe fruits and oh-so sweet, he'd die so happy is he could just... if 'is greedy slurvish tongue could tast' ta' bonnie lass — nice 'n' slow, just a lil' bite — «Hatter!» she exclaims, and his eyes, which had become so purple just a few seconds ago, turns back green.

«I beg your pardon.» Oh — good Absolem and all his little caterpillars — those thoughts have been haunting him for quite some time now. He doesn't wants to ruin their friendship, but the Madness is getting stronger. Harder to control when she's around him. She smells like spring and cupcakes, and such lov— no, not again. «Right, where were we? Ah yes, our new adventures, dearest Alice. I plan to bring you to the Merry Lake, maybe fishing, and you'll need a new hat obviously! A nice boater with black 'n' white stripes. Then, I'll bring you to the Fairy Forest, to catch flying seahorses, and you'll wear a cartwheel — pink, yes! Or maybe just coral and blue. Oh, I must not forget, I still need to show you how to pick spurtberries!»

Alice laughs loudly. She sits up again, next to him and Tarrant isn't sure he's breathing again. Her scent is intoxicating, the warmest desire inflames his loins — dear, the gods couldn't compare her fine beauty — such a bonnie gurl, mmmh, yes, I wanna lick ta' lips 'n' bite her neck, luvely creature my Alice. Mine. Mine to tast' fffuck — «...a spurtberry?» her voice breaks into his mad mad head and he smiles back.

«I believe I'm distracted today, Alice, thinking about hats... A fez! Yes! Forgive me, love. What were you saying?»

He doesn't notice, at first, but then her cheeks turns of the prettiest shade of red, like two ripe, sweet peaches, and her eyes grow big and wide, her short breath on his face betrays some new emotion. He's so bewitched by her image — the tip of her tongue wet her lips, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, and taste her, and let his mouth run down her skin of the neck to bite her there, and on the swell curve of her breasts — he forgets he's just called her love.

Alice's heart is thundering in her chest, but she doesn't know what do with it. Would it be so scandalous to touch him? She let her hand caress his knee, softly, with reverence. «What is a spurtberry, Tarrant?»

Oh, his name. Such a sweet sound on her lips. He closes his eyes — his iris are turning purple and it isn't good, very much not good — and he tries a smile. «Spurtberries! Yes, delicious. Wait, I may have some here» and he opens the basket again; his whole arm search for that plate deep inside the casket, as if it was as the deep as the heart, and finally he finds them. Round, bright red berries, as big strawberries, as round as blueberries and as sweet as currant. He takes one between his fingers and smiles. «Here, try it» he shows her how to bite.

And she bites. Her theet sink into the soft texture of the fruit while she hums her delight. It looks so innocent, his two slim fingers feeding her hungry lips and however, it feels so naughty and erotic — the way is index barely touches her lower lip, the moan in her throat as delicious juices flow down in her belly, that scarlet tint dripping down on the palm of his hand, and now on her chin too, and now — good gods, her white neck now painted in red. That single drop slides down on her skin, and slowly disappear behind the hem of the cobalt neckline. She has worne that dress, that one that shows so much of her fine body, and her think naked ankles; it wraps her like a previous gift. And her chest swells with fresh air, their dreamy gazes meet in mid air.

She barely breathes, and he knows now how their lips are just few inches away. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with want and desire. «Tarrant» she whispers.

«Yes?» — it pains him so much, please, he silently begs her, please I'm so miserable, my dear Alice.

«Don't you want to taste it, too?» and she smiles, teasing.

Tarrant smirks. «Yes.» And he kisses her.

Sure and firm his lips press on hers, and they catch fire. There's everything in that kiss, how they've missed each other, how deep is their need to belong, finally; they move together, the kiss depeens and their tongues make love amog their lips. It's slow and sensual, she's so sweet he thinks he could die right there, on the lovely softness of her mouth, listening to her little voice moaning his name. He growls. Gods — he hasn't felt this wild in a while, she inflames his desires. Hot, it feels so hot suddenly he aruptly takes off his cravat and unbutton his jacket, but that only turns on Alice's Muchness, for her bare hands grab the back of his neck, and his frizzy hair, and she takes him so tight — her mouth is so lovely open, her tongue slides over his upper lip and he snarls. Fuck. Yes. And he bites her, moaning her name, and suck lavishly on her tongue.

«Mmh — oh me' dear Alice, me' bonnie, luvely lass — lemme just, there, lemme taste your sweetness. Gods, lemme giv' ya everthin'» and he sucks on her neck. Her desperate cry of pleasure is the most perfect music. He's drinking on her, licking the purple trace of juice on her body, his tongue gliding down her naked chest. A kiss, another kiss. And he sucks, hard, leaving big red marks on her, if his name written on her skin. Her hands in his hair urge him; she's always been so greedy — his Alice — hungry for more, impatient and eager. There's no way he can open his mouth more or he'd swallow her all. He has to stop — he must. When he breathes into her breasts her scent fills his soul and he can just feel it, how hard he is. No pain has ever been so sweet. «Lemme luv you, lass. I want to tell you, how deep my live for you is, my Alice. Mine.» He presses his lips closed on her skin. «I will show you, luv — how I can give you the greatest pleasure with the tip of my tongue, and how you'll feel with my finger on your pretty, wet quim. Are you, Alice? Wet?»

It is, she is. Alice has no words, there's a hot warm feeling spreading between her legs and she's whimpering, begging him with wide, liquid eyes to touch her more, to kiss her more. Yes — those lips on her breasts feel so good, so soft and hungry. She embraces him, sliding her hand on his back; she just need so much of him against her body — more skin, more everything. «Off, Tarrant. Please, show me!»

They rip their clothes off: he takes off his waistcoat, his white shirt and he opens his breeches — it feels good, his hard clothed cock against her thigh as she fumbles with her gown. Avory long legs are now bare before his thirsty gaze. His fingers are rough, calloused on her skin and she squirms under his touch. Steady, yes — his Alice never wears stockings, or corset. Naughty, naughty girl. He licks his lips as a kitten in front of a delicious bowl of sweet cream. Her cream, yes, between her legs, on the soft flesh of her pink, virgin cunt. What a sight. «Do not be afraid, luv. Trust your mad, mad Hatter — for only good may come from such a sinful folly. Open your legs, open for me — yes, nice and wide my brave Alice.» He gently takes off his hat, and smirks maliciously as he sinks into that arousal.

He presses his lips on her wet flesh, kissing his way down her cunt; she suddenly whimper and whine, like a little cat begging for more. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands as her legs slowly open more, more, and she offers everything and every bit of pleasure she may give. Yes — she's gone for good, Madness has caught her finally, taken her to the warm ocean of lust in which she's drowing now. And it feels more than good. She was made for this. «Oh — Tarrant! More — God, more!»

«No gods here, love — just your faithful Hatter. Delicious, lovely Alice. Lemme ea'tis pretty pussie here.» Tarrant shoves his tongue inside her, there where sweet juices drips out of her sex and onto his lips, he licks and suck, and his skilled fingers caresses her most sensitive part. His thumb presses on that little bundle of nerves, her small clit, the lovely pearl between those pinky lips and she moans his name. Again. Greedy, ravenous, he's feeding on her — yes.

Alice grabs his hair, and finally starts to ride his face: she rocks her hips up and down, up and down taking everything, bucking into his hot mouth. More — she needs more, there yesyesyesyes. She's so empty, but of what she does not know. There something wrong, a void, and she's crying again for him. «Empty — so empty, Tarrant please! I need... I need —»

«I ken what ya need, luv.»

He lies on the blanket, taking her in his arm, kissing her cheek. His crotch humping against her thigh feels so good... And he can't wait anymore, two wide fingers thrust in, all the way in — inside her, so soft and tight, that virgin cunt takes him so well, it was made to be marked by his touch. And she arches her back so he can press into the perfect spot. «There, Tarrant!» and he knows what he's doing: come — his fingers sing into her soul, into her loins, turning on the burning flame of a sweet orgasm into her cunt. Licking his lips, he watches her losing control; her nails press deep in the flesh of his back, and can't help himself but wish to bring those scratches on his skin forever.

He bucks his hips against her, thrusting his hard cock on her soft hips, more and more, wetting his garments with precum and moaning in her ear. «Nngh — fffuck, Alice my luv, jus' like tha' — feel so good — good gurl.» And as she's rocking against the palm of his hand and his fingers shove deep inside, he's pressing his cock harder on her softness. It feel too perfect to last. There they are, shuddering hard as he sinks his theet on her neck, sucking another red love-bite, moaning her name — AliceAliceAlice — and she screams her pleasure, sobbing against his warm body, tears of happiness sliding down her pinky cheecks. Then, it subsides, slowly like the waves on the shore, and all that's left are their whispers of love. They kiss, barely pecking their lips, smiling happy together.

Tarrant eyes turns of the most intense, deepest green as she breathes against his neck, going limp in his arms. «Are you well, dearest?»

Alice smiles and reaches out to grab a little red Berry. She bites, scarlet juices dripping on her fingers; she let it slides on his chest — and he hisses, smiling knowingly. «Never better, Tarrat» she licks his neck. «But I believe now, it is my turn.»