#like- we don't have a step ladder in the house.....gimme a sec

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Wanda would treasure everything Skitch gives her. Like “oh my god this is so goofy” “oh, okay I can take it-“ “back the fuck off its mine”

precisely precisely 😂

Does Wanda rag on Skitch's goofy little thingamabobbers? Yes.

Does Wanda swoon over said goofy little thingamabobbers in private? Absolutely.

Does Wanda ever discourage Skitch from making more goofy little thingamabobbers? Never.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Hot Tub (Fic part 132) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

"If it's just me and you, forever alone together sounds good."

"Just wanna be yours forever."

"Once we get out of here, would you like to shower together?"

"Maybe cellar first. Get every bit of dust and yuck off first."

"You'll hold my hand when we get into the cellar, right?"

"I'll even squeeze it if you want."

"Kinda want you to squeeze all of me." She whispers to herself.

"I can do that too."

Kirby blushes a deep red, instantly hiding her face in her hands.

"In a hug, you perv." He teases.

"I didn't mean it like that." She murmurs through her hands.

"I know, babe, just teasing. Lightens the mood." He explains, finally re-emerging with the canvases.

"Thank you for getting these, Shane, I love you so much."

"Love you too, babe."

"Let's get out of here, and maybe you can... squeeze me, please?" She asks gently, blushing bright red.

"I'd love to. As tight as you can handle."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss before heading out of the attic. He takes down the canvases so she doesn't have to worry about them and squeezing out of the hatch.

"Mon mari, uhm ... the tape?"

"You able to toss it down once I'm off the ladder?"

"Yeah" She nods.

"Okay, I'm ready. Toss it real gently."

Kirby, as gently as she can, tosses Helms the tape, taking one last look around the attic before climbing out.

"Time for the cellar. What're we looking for down there?"

"Uhm, honestly I don't know what's in the cellar, all I heard about it was dad put his wine collection and every family photo album in there."

"More baby Kirby? I'm sold."

"You really like seeing me as a kid, my dumb little ugly face?"

"Your adorable little face, which I love seeing."

"Shush you, or else."

"Or else what?"

Kirby thinks for a moment, "or else I won't suck you off for a month."

"Jesus, okay, I'll shush."

"I was joking, mon mari, anyway, I like sucking you off, watching you come undone and just immerse yourself in pleasure."

"I'm a big fan of being sucked off." He laughs

"It's why I prefer to shower with you, easy access." She chuckles.

"Good point."

"Anyway, down to the cellar." She murmurs, leading Helms to the cellar hatch, rolling back a rug to reveal the hatch. It's not locked, but definitely looks like it hasn't been opened in years.

"Goddamn, this is gonna be cool or terrifying."

"Shane, don't say that." She whispers, fear obvious in her voice.

"I'll go first, sweetheart. I'll kill any spider I see."

"Thank you, Shane." She whispers, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss.

"I love you. Gonna be your hero today."

"You're always my hero."

"But I'm gonna actually do heroic stuff today."

Kirby nods, heaving open the cellar hatch, "that was heavier than I thought it would be."

"Probably just old and stuck."

"Good point."

"Well, best get down there."

"You first, my hero, I'm fairly certain there's steps into the cellar."

"I'll be careful."

Kirby cautiously follows Helms into the cellar, holding him close when she gets down the steps.

"Is there a bulb in here?"

"I don't know, uhm, from memory there should be... oh, what did Piper say, dad has a few lanterns down here, and a pack of matches." She murmurs.

"Is there a flashlight anywhere else in the house? Fire in a room of alcohol sounds dangerous."

"Uhm, gimme a sec." She whispers, rushing off to get a flashlight before returning.

"Thanks, babe."

"Love you." She whispers, trying to get as close to Helms as possible.

He turns on the flashlight and squeezes her hand gently. The cellar's mostly full of racks of wine, except for a mostly empty bookshelf, the few books that are on there have 'Roussimoff Photos de famille' and a number written on the spine.

"Hot diggity damn!" He grins.

Kirby giggles in response, "you found something good, mon mari?"

"Family photo albums."

"Ooh, yay." She faux cheers, dreading looking at old photos of herself.

"Hey, you'd be every bit as excited seeing pictures of geeky baby me."

"Perhaps, but I have never liked how I look."

"And I've always liked how you look. This is mostly for me, to be honest."

"We should really make our own photo albums." She whispers, kissing his temple.

"We should. Should start with getting a picture for every two weeks of your pregnancy."

"I'd like that. I'd also like to get out of the cellar."

"Good call. I'll just bring up the first one."

"Okay, mon amour."

He pulls the book off the shelf and holds the flashlight in his teeth to keep the promise of not letting go of Kirby's hand.

"Give that here, you little beastie." She half-jokes, taking the flashlight out of his mouth with her free hand.

"Just keeping my promise." He grins.

"I know, but don't ruin your teeth, if you do that, then how are you supposed to bite me?" She questions teasingly.

"Wasn't chewing it, just holding it."

"I know, Hon, just trying to take care of you as much as you do for me." She whispers, kissing him gently.

"That's what makes you the best, my love."

"Thank you, mon mari. Can we leave the cellar now?"

"Absolutely."

Kirby sighs in relief as she leads Helms out of the cellar, quickly closing the cellar behind them.

"Now time to shower. That collection was impressive, but the cellar is gross."

"Yes, where's the nearest shower ... uhm, no, that's actually the room with the hot tub." She murmurs, thinking aloud.

"We have a hot tub?!"

"Yes, we have a hot tub, dad decided to use a hot tub as a 'therapy' bath, ya know, get super relaxed and ease the pain in your body." She explains.

"Makes sense. Does it still work?"

"Yeah, me and Show use it when we're here because both of us have muscle problems, especially with our backs and legs, so I keep it working. Lemme guess, you wanna use the hot tub?" She questions teasingly.

"Yes please."

Kirby smirks as she gets the hot tub ready, grabbing two towels, "right, there ya go, hot tub." She whispers, as she brings Helms into the room with her.

"Hot damn!" He grins, stripping down and practically jumping in.

"You are way too eager to own a hot tub." She chuckles, taking her time to strip down.

"I think I'm just the right amount of eager."

"So, mon mari, you got any plans for the hot tub, hmm?" She teases as she climbs in next to him.

"Melting." He sighs happily.

"Oh really?" She chuckles, moving to straddle Helms.

"Yup."

Kirby kisses Helms gently, biting his bottom lip and grinding against his groin.

"Mm, frisky, are we?" He teases.

"Just wanna be close to you, mon ange, make you feel as good as you look." She whispers as she kisses his neck.

"Feeling damn good cause of you."

"You wanna have hot tub sex, Shaney baby?"

"Absolutely."

Kirby smirks, pulling Helms into a heated kiss and shifting her position to let Helms slide into her. Helms kisses back hard, slipping inside her. Kirby moans against his lips, pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath.

"Feeling good, my love?"

"Feels like the first time, every time, mon amour." She whispers.

"That's what I like to hear."

"You just like hearing my voice during sex, don't ya, unless I'm complaining." She jokes.

"I always like it, no matter what."

"So if I complain that lately you haven't been rough, like I like it, you wouldn't mind me sayin' it?"

"Wouldn't mind at all. Cause then I can be rough and you get to be happy."

"Also, mon mari, you haven't given me a good spanking in a while." She purrs in his ear.

"I'll do that too."

Kirby kisses his jawline before she starts rhythmically pumping his cock into her, watching his expression as she rides him.

"You're so fucking hot."

"You think I'm sexier than every woman in the world?" She asks gently.

"Definitely."

"What about all the women in your comic books, am I sexier than them?"

"Endlessly."

"I'm seriously sexier than the comic books, I'm sexier than Wonder Woman? Sexier than Mystique?"

"They're not real. You're this sexy without being drawn as a male fantasy."

Kirby blushes bright red, "you're... you're just saying that ... you don't really mean it."

"I do. None of those women are real. They're basically aliens. They're fantasies of men who've never seen enough daylight to know what a real woman looks like. I have. I have you. The most beautiful fantasy."

Kirby pulls Helms into a heated and passionate kiss, trying her hardest not to cry from how happy he makes her feel.

"I love you. And I'm always going to find you the most beautiful woman on the planet."

"I love you... I love you so fucking much ... and I don't know how to tell you that ... and ... I just ... I'm so fucking in love with you that I can never think straight and I feel so fucking stupid for ever needing to ask how you feel about me." She murmurs, unable to hold back her tears.

"You don't need to worry about things like that, sweetheart. I will always love you, until the ends of the earth and beyond."

"I'm so fucking stupid, I'm such a fucking idiot." She murmurs, barely loud enough to hear.

"You're not stupid. You're not an idiot. You never have been and you never will be." He says firmly.

"Then why do I feel so dumb?" She asks gently.

"Cause hot water make brain go whoosh?"

Kirby chuckles softly, burying her face in his shoulder.

"Proven fact, you know."

"Whoosh is a scientific term?" She giggles.

"Absolutely. As a science, I should know."

"Shane, shuddup." She murmurs as she continues to giggle.

"You married a science. I should know my technical whooshes when I hear them."

"You're making it hard to breathe." She whispers, pulling away and going to get off of Helms.

"Okay, okay, I'll quit being so hilarious and charming."

"Is that just so I don't get off your lap?" She questions teasingly.

"Maaaaybe."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss, sinking herself down onto his lap and moaning softly.

"Much better."

"You like this, baby daddy, you like having sex in the hot tub?"

"Absolutely love it. And we gotta enjoy it now cause hot tubs are general pregnancy no-nos."

"As is everything fun." She grumbles.

"It'd be like pressure cooking the baby. How would you do if you were in a fluid-filled ball dunked under steaming water?"

"Alright, I get it, I don't need the lecture, might as well get out now." She groans, once again moving to get off of Helms.

"Not lecturing. Just looking out for you. I don't want to see you go through a miscarriage."

"I know, Shane, I love you, okay." She whispers, getting up and out of the hot tub, wrapping her towel around her waist and going to get some clean clothes.

He follows her out, going to hunt for his luggage. Kirby stays silent as she dries off and gets dressed, still wanting to get Helms off. When he comes back, he's looking pretty goth. No makeup, but in black with silver accessories.

"Don't, don't even look at me when you look so good, I'm not in the mood." She grumbles, turning away from Helms.

"Understood. I'll just... leave you to your painting. You okay if I just go watch the tape I found? I'll shut the door, you won't have to hear it."

"Shane, come here, mon mari, just for a moment." She murmurs, turning to face Helms, not sure what to say.

"Are you okay?" He asks gently.

"I ... I don't know." She admits softly, trying her hardest not to cry.

"Sweetheart..." he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.