#mock comic book cover

[ramsei501st]

he got a little too silly

[itschr1spy]

Pain is an old friend... Isn't it?

[wraithsoutlaws]

CYBERPUNK 2077: PERFECT DRUG #1

since when do monsters fall in love?

[ryukang1995]

Liu Kang & Johnny Cage - mock comic book cover.

I did this for fun, and because I was inspired by movies like Deadpool & Wolverine, Big Trouble in Little China, Rush Hour, Lethal Weapon, etc. as well as several comic book crossovers.

I was also inspired by the chemistry between Liu Kang and Johnny Cage in the 1995 Mortal Kombat movie. They kind of do have a buddy cop vibe going on, and it does help that Robin Shou and Linden Ashby became great friends during the making of the movie.

[eluvianarts]

Hot off the press: Twilight Bite’s origin story cover art! Prints available: HERE!

[rj-drive-in]

Fiction Pulp Fiction Department:

In the Summer of 1974, at the height of the comic-book monster craze, Mental Comics Group published the first issue of one of its most iconic monsters: The Queen Mummy! The story begins at the Boston Museum of Antiquities, where Professor Mando Asker and his three students-- Stephanie Ross, Yvette Khan, and Myron Valentin-- are eager to begin studying the mummy of Queen Neferhotep, which has just arrived from Egypt. Unknown to the rest, though, Stephanie has her own agenda, believing that a new translation of a spell from the Book of the Dead can restore the mummy to life. She sneaks into the museum in the dead of night and recklessly reads the incantation aloud. The spell works, but not as expected-- though the mummy crumbles to dust, the wrappings are imbued with supernatural life and wrap themselves around Stephanie's body, possessing her with the spirit of Neferhotep. For the next seventeen issues, the professor and his students tried in vain to seperate Stephanie from the cursed wrappings, even as she herself was embroiled in a constant battle of wills with the mind of the ancient monarch. Inevitably, the group also found themselves involved in various thrilling supernatural adventures along the way. Good luck finding back issues, though, because this particular title was never published in our little corner of the Myriadverse, so you'll just have to use your imagination.

© 2023 Rick Hutchins

[thatwolfarrow]

Aspect Zero Mock Cover

"Aspect: Zero" Realized a sketch I was working on had a similar pose to the my most recent drawing of Azle. So I decided to do a funny and make a mock book/comic cover out of it. Or maybe it won't just be a mockup. Who knows?

[art-by-ari]

Please enjoy a rough-mock-comic-book-cover for DP I’ll most likely never finish but I’ll think about it if enough of you make me.

[burquillos]

Random mock cover out of nowhere because watching the teen heroes anime reminded me of the teen heroes comic book

[boysmentfs]

Gym Opening.

With the amazing @kylestfs

The time was 9 in the morning, Louis finished breakfast with his mother, since his father was currently on a business trip, he got up from the chair and washed his dishes, His mother looked at him with pride, she had raised a kind, cute and responsible boy.

"Okay mom, it's time for me to go to school because I don't want to be late" he approached his mom and gave his a kiss on the cheek while grabbing his backpack.

"Have a nice day, son!" His mother shouted as Louis left the house and headed to school, once he entered his friends greeted him and began to talk about movies and video games, until the bell rang, so everyone went to their classrooms.

The hours passed, Louis had lunch at school with his classmates, took some more classes and so the day went by and now the clock read 3 pm, Indicating that it was time to leave, the bells rang and so everyone began to gather their things and began to go home

"Hey Louis" his friend said as he ran up behind him and gave him a small pat on the back.

"What's up, John? Do you have something to tell me? I need to get home and start doing the homework the teacher's gave us."

"No, nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you would like us to go together" John commented.

"Is that it? No problem, I can go alone, you don't need to accompany me, I'm not a little kid." Louis started laughing

"Well, if you want it that way, no problem, see you tomorrow, take care!" John commented as he left school and headed home.

Louis closed his locker, put his backpack on his back and started walking towards his house, he left school and headed towards his house, as he was walking he passed near a new gym.

"Wow, another gym, we don't need more of those, we need more comic book stores" Louis muttered to himself And before he could take another step, someone behind him covered his eyes and pulled him into the gym.

Once Louis was inside, he felt himself being sat in a chair, his hands tied, and he could clearly hear the gym door being locked.

"Help! Who are you and what do you want from me?"

The guy who had blindfolded him removed the blindfold so that Louis could see who had "kidnapped" him.

When the blindfold was removed, he saw that he was inside the gym.

The light in the gym was somewhat warm but at the same time somewhat dark, The guy felt a little scared, he wanted to ask for help but he knew that the boy in front of him could knock him down quickly, In front of him was a tall, muscular, bearded guy, he looked like one of those guys people called "jocks" and was able to confirm it, since it gave off a smell... Strange.

"He smelled like sweat..." Louis murmured.

But an acidic sweat and he also smelled like some semen, the smell of the gym was very intense and that made he head spin, When he looked around there were some exercise machines, benches, weights and all that stuff.

"To start with... You might be wondering, Who am I? Why did I kidnap you, well, I'm shake, the owner of this new gym I am 30 years old and why did I kidnap you? Well, We don't need such disappointing and nerdy people in this world, ya know?"

Louis didn't know what he meant by that, he wanted to get up from the chair to hit him but... His hands were tied and also...

The height of both was very obvious, the boy was super small next to the muscular guy, the nerd was barely 1'45 while the boy in front of him seemed to be 1'88, So even if I wanted to I couldn't knock it down.

"What do you mean the world doesn't need people like me? Explain yourself properly" Louis said in an angry tone.

"Well, you'll see," Shake said with a mocking smile, as he began to untie his hands.

The moment he untied his hands, Louis stood up and tried to run, but unfortunately Shake grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him.

"Not so fast, nerd"

While with one arm he held Louis' shoulder, the other arm lifted him up and directed Louis towards his hairy, sweaty armpit.

"You inhale the smell, bro... Don't stop, soon you'll be a dumb, muscled guy like me... And above all, my frequent bro"

While Shake was saying that to Louis, Louis was trying to get away from him, but something told him that he wouldn't stop smelling his armpit so he kept doing it, while shake began to say words that Louis did not understand.

"you are a straight brother"

"You like girls"

"You like the smell that your big muscular body gives off"

"That makes you more masculine and manly"

As Shake said those words, Louis began to change.

His straight black hair began to turn a brownish hue as its shape changed from straight to wavy, He also began to grow in height, almost matching the size of the guy from the gym.

His face began to creak a little, as all the little baby fat began to oxidize to give him a more masculine and mature face, His pimples disappeared, his jaw became more defined while his skin also began to soften, His small lips began to enlarge and become fleshy, his nose changed, his brown eyes also changed to a brown color.

His skinny body began to burn, as he began to grow and muscles began to emerge, his clothes could not hold on any longer and tore as his shredded clothes fell to the ground revealing his new body.

He now had two big, juicy pecs, while his shoulders became broader, his torso expanded, his arms became more toned while now his triceps and biceps looked good, His back also expanded and grew giving him a back carved by the gods themselves.

His belly that was thin, now had a pack of 8 well-worked abs while on his sides he had some v-lines, As he continued to sniff Shake's armpit, his Adam's bell grew larger and stood out even more.

"That's it bro... Change and keep smelling my scent, I know you like it"

The changes were still happening, now his legs began to hurt, while his thighs grew to the size of a tree trunk, his calves also exploded, His jeans ripped as they could no longer hold the size, revealing his large, muscular legs as some brown hair emerged from them.

"You're a bro, all your friends are bro's, you're a frat guy"

"You love to leave all your candy inside the girls, you love to breed"

The moment Shake said that, Louis could feel a little excitement in his cock, he could feel it starting to grow in size and so it did, His cock began to grow and thicken, its vulnerable size of 10 centimeters stopped growing, now he had a large anaconda of 20 centimeters, erect and sore.

Now, his feet began to burn and hurt, as they grew in size, his toes lengthened while his feet gained some more flesh to make them look more masculine and worthy of a athletic man, And just like all his clothes, his shoes and socks also ripped off revealing his cute and juicy 15cm feet, The moment his feet came out of his sneakers, they began to give off an unpleasant and stinky smell, just like Shake smelled.

"You love the gym, your whole life is the gym, the girls, your brothers, the parties and the alcohol"

"You hate nerds, you make fun of them and you hit them"

After that, Shake let him go, Louis was surprised to see himself in the mirror that the gym had in front of him.

"What have you done to me!?... Wait- my voice... It sounds different, it sounds deeper"

"Of course bro, you already saw yourself in the mirror, right? A muscular and stinky bro ike us must have a deep, masculine voice, I just need the finishing touch"

Shake took a perfume out of his shorts pocket and began spraying it all over the gym.

"wait, what are you-"

The moment Louis inhaled it, his mind began to blur as his head ached, He put his hands on his head and began to growl.

"Uhh...."

His old memories were beginning to fade, he tried to hold on to them, but the scent of the perfume was too strong, new memories began to flood her mind.

He began to remember that he was always a spoiled child, he was always in the best schools and that his parents were millionaires, he remembered the countless times he had left several girls pregnant.

He began to remember that he started training at the age of 18 and now at 21 he had a body that he loved.

He remembered that he was in college and in the best fraternity, he remembered the countless parties he had had with his brothers.

His mind began to fill with girls and their big boobs, making him feel needy.

Brown hair began to grow in his armpits while a sweaty smell began to come out of them.

He started thinking about his girlfriend and her big boobs, making him came, saying goodbye to his old self.

"Bro! "You've made a mess in my gym"

"Sorry bro, but I couldn't help but cum at the thought of my girlfriend, but it shouldn't bother you, this will give a unique smell to your gym" Jake laughed as he punched him on the shoulder

"Whatever bro, here, go put these pants and boxers on, it's time to train"

Jake grabbed the gray-colored sweatpants and the boxers, headed toward the locker room. Once there he put on his pants and boxers, he saw some AirPods that he recognized as his own, He put them on while grabbing his phone that was in his locker.

"damn it, I look so goooooddd, My girlfriend is very lucky to have me"

[syra-mfs]

Ink Demonth 2024- 1: Nostalgia

Last year, I tried to join InkDemonth, sadly my Ipad died. However, during all my master classes, I managed to work on Photoshop. To avoid repeating the same idea as 2023's, this year I go with... Comic covers! (Thanks for some RDR2 illustrated book xd)

31 days, 31 comic covers like 30s style. For Nostalgia, the first thought was our dearest Henry opening the door on BATIM'S chapter 1!

Not only the drawing, this will go with mock-ups!

[itschr1spy]

"The Fantastic Spider-Man?"

"What a weird comic book..."

The Fantastic Spider-Man in: Amazing Fantasies

The Fantastic Spider-Man in: Sworn to the Sword

I honestly had fun drawing both of these covers I definitely did not screw up Peter's hand when I drew it on stream I definitely did not do that nope I drew it right first try yup mhm you're just crazy

[mahboimahboi]

TEACHER'S PET x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Smut (⚠️)

"Yo, our P.E Teacher is so fucking capital H-O-T. Do you think he's married?" You nudged your seatmate, eyes lingering towards the instructor who was standing at the front while he wrote some very important notes on the whiteboard. 'Damn, even the marker look so small in his hand', you thought to yourself, too lost in your thought. It was never your intention to especially fall in love with a teacher, let alone someone who's really strict, but it was the way how he looks so above average than the rest of the teachers in the school. He's so out of this world and looked as though he came straight out of a comic book. Oh, and let's not forget the biceps and the strong arms. He's just so ethereal.

"That's what I've heard," You got snapped out of your trance and looked at your classmate confused. She sighs and stops from listening to the lesson for a minute and turns to you, knowing you were once again daydreaming about the instructor who's literally a whole lotta years older than you. "I mean, I've heard that he's a married man and has a child. So, if i were you, I'd stop sending heart eyes to him, unless you want to get fucking obliterated by his wife." She deadpanned.

"Oh, well—"

"Mr. L/N. Yes, I'd really be glad if you'd come visit me in my office after our class." Your instrutor said, fixing the glasses he had on, before he looks towards you and eyes you. "Don't think I haven't caught you not paying any attention to my class. All you did is disturb your classmate. I can't tolerate that." He let out with a deep, authoritative voice. It sent shivers down your spine and you swore you felt yourself go pale at the sight of his tiger eyes eyeing you down with anger.

"Y-Yes, sir Maeda." You stammered, not even daring to look at his eyes. With all the times he taught the class, this is the only time he called your attention out for not listening to the class. You are finally at the last strike. Only for this specific teacher, you wanted to be seen as a good student. One who studies and does well in class to impress your instructor, but all you ever did so far was to irritate the male. So much for a good impression. Embarrassed, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to just vanish.

Later, after your class session with Mr. Maeda ended, the instructor gestures with his eyes for you to follow him to his office. You did as you are told, hanging your head low, ashamed of yourself. Usually, Mr. Maeda would talk to you about important stuff, but now it is rather silent and... awkward. The rest of the walk was quiet, too much that it was deafening.

Once you both arrive at his office, he lets you in first, looking up at him only to see him raise a brow at you. You squeaked in fear and entered the room quickly, scared with what he had in plan for you. "Mr. L/N. Your attitude in class is getting out of hand." Mr. Maeda starts, his voice low as he puts his books on his table before sitting down his swivel chair. "It's quite disrespectful staring at your teacher with so much going on inside your head." Hearing those words, you hesitantly look up to see the adult male with a smirk on his handsome face. He tilts his head to the side, then stands up from his seat and slowly starts striding his way towards you. "Tell me, what goes on in your head during my class... Y/N?" His voice came out like a slither, a spell from a book that entranced you.

You swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat, looking away from the male. The male scoffs, leaning on the edge of his table, now stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N. Haven't I taught you proper respect enough?" You stayed silent, but you could already feel yourself start to get hard. You subtly moved your hands to cover your erection that made an obvious tent on your pants. "Well, look who got excited." He mocked. "Y/N. While I'm asking nicely, answer me."

"I-It's... too absurd." You answered him, but the other male was unfazed.

"Well, I don't care how absurd it is." But then, a bright idea flickers in his head and a soft chuckle moves past his lips. "Alright, if you're afraid to tell me," He trailed off, moving towards you. He sat down beside you, enticingly spreading his legs open and whispering to your ear. "Why don't you show me?" His smirk grows wider, when he notices the red color on your face.

You covered your ears and moved away as far as you can from him. "S-Sir. I mustn't. You have a child and a wife. I can't simply—"

"Who told you that?" He asks you, his voice stern and sounded frustrated. You didn't say a word. "Y/N, I'm starting to get fucking bored." You started to think about it, whether or not you'd take the opportunity, but the fact that he never confirmed whether or not what you heard is true, scares you and it isn't just right.

In the end, it only took one forceful and lust-filled kiss that was initiated by Mackenyu who had one hand behind your neck. At first, shock was the only thing you felt, before the male started to feel you up and down your waist. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all, but why did it feel so good at the same time? You, soon melt into the kiss and start kissing him back lavishly, following the same rhythm.

Much to the male's surprise, he didn't know you were that easy of a prey and he was a predator, ready to eat the result of his hunt. Too high in the clouds and your head filled with lust, you made your way to ride on his thighs, being careful not to break the kiss. Mackenyu notices how you still looked a little hesitant. Wanting to help, he pulls away and puts his hands on both sides of your hips. "Listen, Y/N. Don't believe everything you've heard about me. You're getting too stiff for me to handle." You blushed at his words, then nodded your head in reply. "That's a good boy." He commented, before pushing his lips back to yours.

Your bottom felt a slight poke, catching your attention. You pulled away from the other male, watching you start to stroke him. "Whatever you want, doll." He smirks.

You got down to your knees, feeling the warmth he gave off. Hurriedly, you unzip the zipper to his pants only to realize that he wore no under garments underneath, turning you on even more. Due to his tight pants and the girth of his cock, the button pops off, almost hitting you on the forehead. "Oh my, sir. I've always imagined just how big you are." You stated, smirking proudly to yourself now that you've finally made a dream come true.

The male groans and puts his hand on top of your head as you desperately wrap your lips around his cock. Mackenyu lets out a breathy moan, pushing his head back as he lets you do your own thing. It felt good to know a person is very skilled with their mouth. "Fuck, doll. You're making me feel so good." He hums in pure bliss, standing up as he takes a hold of your head and starts fucking your mouth out with his dick, surprising you. Fortunately, you have trained yourself enough to get through a rough mouth-fucking, but the taller male's size is a lot larger than what you've thought. You took it good, though and it was enough for Mackenyu who looked like he was having the time of his life. "Holy shit. Fuck." He grunts, biting on his lip.

This went on for a few minutes, before his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. He doesn't say a word or heads up, only shocking you when he buries his thick cock in your throat and finishes. "FUCK!" He moans out with his mouth left hanging open, convulsing in place.

He gives your mouth a few more thrusts to ride out his high, before pulling out and taking out spare pants from his drawer. "Haven't felt that good for so long, no rather, at all." He told you, yet you are still in a daze with what just happened, smiling to yourself. "I don't think you'd want this to be the first and last, right, Y/N?" He asks you in a sultry voice.

"No, sir." You let out making the teacher smirk in success. You pass out in his office room and the male lifts you into his arms and puts you down on a bench near his desk where you can rest comfortably.

"Good pet." He laughs softly, before he goes out of his office and moves to his next class.

[orangeheliophile]

"Dynamy and destruction."

Bakugou Katsuki x reader

What happens when a small little gremlin appears right on top of your boyfriend's head? And why does it look exactly like him? Will you love it? Will your boyfriend hate it?

Warnings: Cursing, Dynamy, and Bakugou, slightly suggestive?

Established relationships, crack, fluff, Bakugou is secretly a simp for reader, making Dynamy also a simp, reader is silly and a bit sassy.

Reader calls Katsuki 'Kacchan' sometimes, as they've been childhood friends. This can be read as a sequel to the "Peaches" fic I made.

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It's funny, really, how the little thing popped out of thin air and onto the top of Katsuki's head.

As much as everyone wanted to laugh at the small monster on top of Katsuki's head, they quickly shut up as he threatened to blast them all the way to hell. And the little Dynamy, as you liked to call it, agreed with the bigger Dynamight.

But it turns out, the only thing the gremlin can say is 'fuck,' 'bastard,' 'shit,' and 'asshole.' The interesting thing is, is that Dynamy can understand what's happening and languages, he can't just say any other words than those foul mouthed ones.

Currently, you're in your boyfriend's dorm room, helping to figure out this situation with the mini Dynamight.

Katsuki huffs in annoyance, side-eyeing Dynamy as it's sitting on top of the pile of books. The thing blinks, as Katsuki blinks back. You're laying on your stomach, reading a comic on the blondes bed as you watch the interaction between them.

The silence is a bit awkward, with Katsuki sitting on his chair with his arms crossed while staring at Dynamy in a judging manner. The small grenade scowls, eyes squinting at the bigger blonde as it bears its pointy teeth. "Fuck ya."

The both of you stare at it in disbelief, you snort, quickly covering your smile as Katsuki's eyes widen as his jaw drops. "The fuck did you say?!" He barks, offended by the little monster as he glares at it. Dynamy only blinks, having an angry resting face as it speaks again, "Fucking Bastard."

This time, you giggle, feeling surprised by the savage personality of the mini Katsuki as your boyfriend gives you a non hateful glare. The two start to argue, throwing cusses at each other as you smile and watch from your seat. You sway your feet, resting your cheeks on your palms as your elbows are propped against the mattress.

Katsuki scowls, throwing a middle finger towards Dynamy as a thin arm appears from the little thing and shoots a middle finger back. The blondes brows furrow in confusion. Is the little shit mocking him?!

"I'm gonna blast this piece of shit all the way to hell." Your boyfriend states, his tone nonchalant as he deadpans when Dynamy mutters out a 'fuck you' to him.

You snort, shaking your head as you smile at the interaction. Getting up from your spot, you make your way towards Katsuki, placing your hand comfortingly on his shoulder blade as you lean down and kiss his cheek. "Aw, don't be like that, Kacchan." You reply, cupping his cheek as you coo when he leans into your touch immediately. Katsuki closes his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist as he hums at the feeling of your fingers tracing circles on his shoulder blades and back.

You smile, turning your attention to Dynamy as you fawn over the small but explosive thing. He blinks, looking at you in confusion as it hops in place to get a better view of you. "Fuuuck?..." He trails off, not knowing what to do as you gasp at the rush of cuteness aggression flowing through you. It's like a mini version of your boyfriend! But cuter.

"You're so cute!" You smile happily, dropping Katsuki's face as his eyes widen when you let go. He stumbles slightly, trying to chase your warmth as he furrows his eyebrows when you crouch down in front of Dynamy. You gasp, smiling as you gently pick up the little living grenade and press quick kisses all over its tiny head.

Dynamy flinches, looking at you wide-eyed as he turns into a bright shade of pink. Katsuki's jaw drops, feeling a mixture of confusion, betrayal, annoyance, and maybe slight jealousy of how quick you were to abandon him. You giggle at the tiny thing, reaching your finger to rub the little spiky tuff of hair it has as you caress it soothingly. Dynamy jumps again but leans into your touch this time. Katsuki has no idea what to do.

Your boyfriend scoffs, having a forced smile as he glares at the small grenade. "Baby, what the fuck?!" He barks. You wave him off, paying him no no attention, which your boyfriend loathes. Dynamy curses happily this time, hopping on your hand as he wags the safety lever like a dog tail. And your heart melts. Completely. Katsuki, who?

"Fuck!" Dynamy curses, voice filled with joy as his tiny head leans into your touch, wanting more of your affection as you smile and press tiny pecks all over it. You're going insane. Katsuki is almost sure of this by now. There's no way you love that thing, over your awesome boyfriend and future husband-

"I love him so much!" You squeal. Katsuki feels like dying at this moment. You're giving and smiling at the little monster, giving him kisses and head scratches, and words of affection, and- Katsuki deadpans. Are you treating the little shit like a dog? But you always do the same things to him- Oh. So you've been treating your fucking boyfriend like some puppy this whole time.

Katsuki flops onto the floor, falling out of his chair asbhe lays face first onto the wooden tiles. Yeah, he wants to die now. But you ignore him. The betrayal.

Smiling, you hold Dynamy to your chest, wanting to take some pictures together as you walk over your boyfriend who groans and whines. You sigh, shaking your head as you gently kick him away to make room. Such a drama queen.

Your boyfriend grunts, rolling away as you walk past him. But the bastard grabs onto your calf and wraps his arms around your leg. Dynamy glances down at the blonde, having a judging look on his face as you stare down at your dramatic boyfriend. "Katsuki?" Nothing. "Katsuki." Nothing again. You sigh, slapping your forehead as you groan.

"My handsome and awesome boyfriend, who I love so much?" Your boyfriend grunts in response, curling into a ball as he clings onto your right leg. You deadpan, shaking your head as you give a small kiss to Dynamy's cheek while dragging your boyfriend across the floor. He does this to himself, honestly.

And why is he so heavy?!

You struggle, trying to shake Katsuki off, but he holds your leg tighter and clamps onto you like a koala. Dynamy curses at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend curses back. You're getting tired of this. So you do the next best thing... You grab a spray bottle and start to squirt him with cold water!

Your boyfriend hisses, flinching as he uses his arms as a shield to protect himself. You laugh in victory, kicking him off as you run out of his dorm room and go all the way back to yours!

Which is right across his dorm room.

But you're fast, so it works!

Immediately rushing inside your dorm, you lock the door, placing a chair over it as you hold Dynamy to your chest. You're safe from the feral pomeranian with rabies. For now.

You pant, looking around to see where you can hide as you smile, hiding inside the cabinets next to your desk. There's enough space for you and Dynamy to hide. But then you remember that Katsuki also knows where your dorm is.

Your breath hitches, hearing quiet footsteps approaching as you cover your mouth with your palm, also placing three fingers over Dynamy's mouth so he keeps quiet. Dynamy peaks at you, nuzzling into your hand as you fawn and smile at the adorable little grenade. But you're interrupted. By your jerk of a boyfriend.

"Baby, let me in!" You huff, your cheeks heating up as he uses the stupid nickname that makes your heart flutter every time. Nuh uh.

Katsuki starts knocking on your door, sighing in frustration as he realizes you probably locked it. How dare you. So he decides to knock aggressively, knowing you dislike the sound.

Your eye twitches, starting to regret how he knows everything about you and your likes and dislikes. The stalker. Dynamy turns to you, hopping out of your palm and onto your shoulder to comfort you. The action makes you smile. At least someone doesn't irritate you.

Unlike your boyfriend. Who keeps annoying you. The impulse to donate him is strong with you right now.

Maybe back to his mother? Nah. She offered to pay you to keep him when you met her for the first time. You like her, though!

Katsuki scowls, deciding to pick the lock of your dorm. He grins like a madman when he succeeds, bursting the door open as he knocks over the chair barricading your door. "Babe! I know your fucking in here!" You freeze, not uttering a sound as you place a hand over Dynamy's mouth again.

Your boyfriend steps quietly inside your dorm, looking around as he pokes his head in to where you could be hiding with the tiny demon. He checks under your bed, the bathroom, desk, couch, and even the space between your bed and the wall. You're a bit small and bendy. And he's seen you get stuck in a box before.

Your boyfriend's eyes widen in realization, flickering to the cabinets next to your desk. The blonde smirks, having finally found out your location as he knows he can't get you out of there without a fight. Katsuki sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes as he chuckles and plops down onto your bed. Your bed.

Your eyes narrow to the cabinet door, knowing that he just slipped under the extremely comfortable covers of your bed by the sound of ruffling and him grabbing your pillow. The bastard.

You frown, pouting in annoyance as you hold Dynamy close to you. "At least you don't annoy me, Dynamy." You whisper, bumping your nose against his head as the small grenade hops happily.

But your dramatic boyfriend ruins the moment again. He decides to open your mini fridge.

You gasp, jaw dropped as you hear him shuffling through the small refrigerator and cabinets. "Hey, princess! You don't mind if I eat your nachos, right?" You mind. You very much mind. And your stupid lover knows this.

Katsuki smirks, grabbing a soda as he pulls out your precious nachos out. He plops down onto your couch, placing the items on the coffee table and grabbing a few hot sauce packets. Oh, yeah. He's dead.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure to put extra hot sauce for you." Katsuki snickers, opening the box of nachos as he's about to open the hot sauce packets. "I know how much you love spicy stuff, princess."

Oh, he thinks he's so funny. You scowl, glaring through the cabinet door. It's fine. You can just make more-

All rational thoughts fly out the window the moment he opens the can of soda. Your soda. Your favorite flavor of soda. How do you know this? Because the bastard says it himself.

"Peaches! Do you think I can have your soda? I'm sure you'll still love me." You don't. And that's the last straw.

The cabinet door slams open, making your boyfriend flinch in surprise as you tackle him to the couch. "DON'T YOU DARE!" You shout, pushing the coffee table away as you stradle Katsuki and start slamming pillows onto his face.

But the bastard laughs.

Katsuki cackles, wrapping his burly arms around your waist as he traps you to him. You squeal, realizing this was his plan all along as he presses big, sloppy, smooches all over your face and neck. It's worse because you're ticklish.

You laugh, trying to catch your breath while squirming in his grip. He already has his arm around your lower back, keeping his other arm on your waist to keep you in place. Then, he does the unthinkable. He slaps your bottom.

You yelp, cheeks flushing as your jaw drops in offense. He smirks at you, grabbing the thickness of your bottom as he squeezes it jokingly.

"Damn, you got some nice peaches, peach."

Oh, that cursed nickname. You groan, feeling embarrassed as you remember how you obtain the nickname. You slap his chest, hiding your face in his neck as you bite his shoulder in revenge. Katsuki laughs, rolling you both around on the couch as he squishes your body like a teddy bear.

Dynamy watches this from the coffee table, observing everything as he tilts his head in confusion. "P... peaches?" You both freeze, snapping your heads towards the tiny living grenade as you realize what he just said. Your jaw drops, feeling embarrassed as Katsuki grins wickedly.

Dynamy's eyes widen in pride, jumping up and down at the new word he is able to speak. "Peaches! Peaches!" He wiggles side to side, looking towards you as his safety lever wags like a dog tail. Katsuki laughs, watching your horrified expression as the tiny grenade rambles the word.

Your eye twitches, realization coming to you as there's going to be two living things that call you by the name, 'peaches.'

The blonde snickers, smirking at you while sitting up on the couch. "Looks like the little bastard learned one of your nicknames... peach." He teases. You groan, trying to pull away from him as he sits you on his lap and shoves his face into the side of yours, rubbing his nose against your squished cheek.

Dynamy jumps happily, cursing while muttering the fruit over and over again, making your boyfriend laugh a bit harder. Yeah, dying feels nice now.

Your boyfriend smiles cheekily, crossing his legs while having you trapped in between them and curled up against him. You deadpan, giving him the side eye as his finger pokes your cheek while he squishes his face against your other one. Dynamy hops from the coffee table onto Katsuki's knee, yelling your nickname as your boyfriend chuckles.

"I hate you."

"Aww, I love you more, peach." He replies, giving a big sloppy kiss to the corner of your lips as you squirm at the feeling. A whine escapes your lips, feeling his palm squish your face against his lips while his arm squeezes your waist. He's definitely getting cuteness aggression.

Your eyes glance down to Dynamy, as the little bomb seems happy that he learned a word that isn't a cursed one. Your eyes soften, a smile appearing on your face as a hand slowly reaches towards him as Dynamy reaches for your palm. Katsuki notices this, giving you the side eye as his face is pressed right against the side of yours. "Don't you dare." He whispers, making you shiver as you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

God, he's staring into your soul.

So you stare back, gulping as he leans forward, making his face press more against yours. Dynamy blinks, cursing in confusion as he bumps his head against your hand, waiting for your affection that hasn't come.

"You're invading my personal space."

"There is no personal space when you're with me."

You sigh deeply, shaking your head in regret as your gremlin of a boyfriend bites your cheek while pressing his nose against your philtrum. You squint at him, watching his every move as he keeps looking into your eyes with his cherry colored ones. He blinks. You blink back. He bites your cheek. You knock your head into his.

Katsuki groans, nuzzling his face against yours as he waits for you to apologize for giving him a headbutt. You don't. Instead, you place your hand in his fluffy spiky hair. Katsuki's eyes light up, thinking you're going to pet him, but instead, you pull him away by his hair. He gasps dramatically, arms gripping you tightly as his upper body is being pushed away.

You huff in satisfaction, turing your head away from him sassily as you place your knee against both of your chests as a barrier. Katsuki pouts angrily, shoving his face into your knee as you lean back on the couch to cuddle Dynamy.

Dynamy is happy. That makes you happy. You being happy makes Katsuki happy. He'll have to deal with it, and you both know it.

The mini bomb chirps happily, snuggling against your chest as you smile and peck his temple.

"Peaches!"

"I love you too, Dynamy."

"Damn, baby. Thought you loved me." Your dramatic boyfriend mutters, switching his position so his face is pressed against your thighs and tummy. Your hand plays with his thick, fluffy hair, letting Katsuki cling onto you like a baby.

"Shut up." You say, words rude, but the love in your eyes and smile says otherwise.

This sort of reminds me of Unicorse from the show "Bluey." But Katsuki is more like the insufferable puppet than Dynamy is.

[rj-drive-in]

Fiction Pulp Fiction Department:

The editors of Mental Comics Group's mid-70s black-and-white Horror line did not see cancellation coming, so the final issue of Werewolf Monthly was much like any other. Along with the usual pair of pre-Code reprints from Karry Komics, there was an article about the 1959 flick Werewolf of the Mississippi, and a short prose story by Douglas Mensch, featuring Wolfgirl by Moonlight (with an illustration by Mike Pilsner). The main feature was a twenty-page comic story, "The Werewolf Queen of the Gypsies," written by Thomas Royers with art by Rick V Mayers. It was one of the best issues of the entire run, but if you'd like to get your hands on it, you'll have a long way to go, because it was never published in this sector of the Myriadverse.

© 2024 Rick Hutchins

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,675

Warnings: 18+ for real. NSFW, some angst, fingering, hickeys, grinding, light choking/hair pulling? I need Rick Grimes so bad

Chapter 3: In your dreams

“So then Martian Man defeats the evil robot, except the robot was actually his half-brother the whole time, so he gets really sad at the end of issue #4. Then in #5 he-” Carl was giving you the entire lore behind his new comic book, and you put on your best listening face, while Judith tapped on her phone, having already heard this. Except you weren’t really listening whatsoever. Your mind was in a frenzy of activity. Did he see? Does he know? Who are you kidding, of course he knows. Your face was still red with embarrassment since the incident half an hour ago. If only Carl and Judith weren’t expecting you, you’d have hidden under Rick’s blanket for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of winter break, but who’s to say?

You wanted to punch him in his stupid handsome face for making you feel like this. Either punch or kiss. Maybe both. That look Rick gave you, you couldn’t get it out of your head. It was nearly a smirk, but more subtle and prideful. Like he knew what he would catch you doing. He knew how you felt. You were petrified to see him again. “...and I haven’t read the new comic yet, but I heard it’s supposed to be pretty good! Do ya wanna borrow it when I'm done?” Carl questioned. You snapped out of your daze. “Oh! Yes, totally. Thanks,” You replied. Judith got up from Carl’s twin bed, where she lounged, “Alright Carl, it’s my turn with y/n. You read your new comic til dinner.” With the word ‘dinner’ you felt your stomach twist unpleasantly, your mind on the verge of implosion. With a whine of “Alriiight,” Carl sat down at his little desk and began poring over the pages. 

Judith led you down the opposite hallway towards her bedroom. As you followed, you passed the only other bedroom in the house. The door was slightly ajar. You heard the floorboards creak underneath him as he padded around the room. Rick was putting away laundry, sloppily folding pants and shirts, and didn’t notice your quick passing. Or at least he didn’t show it. You had lingered back just slightly, but thankfully Judith didn’t notice as you caught right back up with her. “Okay, so I’m right down the hall from you if you need anything. It’ll be weird not sharing a room, right?” she said as she entered her bedroom. “Oh yeah, super weird. What am I going to do without your snoring lulling me to sleep?” you mocked. “You know you love it,” she said, plopping on her bed. Judith's room was adorned with fading pink floral wallpaper, posters, sports trophies, books, and photos. “Anyways this is my room, it clearly hasn't been updated since 2010 but it’s still a vibe,” Judith said. You picked up a photo from her bookshelf. It appeared to be from a high school dance, as Judith wore what could only be considered the ugliest, most ruffled, unflattering dress in the world, and was holding hands with a gawky teenage boy. Both Judith and the boy awkwardly smiled for the photo, turning out more like grimaces with mouths full of braces. “It is totally still a vibe,” you said turning back to her with the picture, containing your laughter. “Fuck off!” she cried, jumping up and snatching the photo from you as you burst out in giggles, “We all make mistakes, it was sophomore year for god's sake,” she said. “I am begging you. Please bring that back to the dorms with us. Please! It can be my Christmas present” you choked out in between laughter, sitting at her desk. Judith gazed at the photo, “I can’t believe I made out with him that night” she said. “Oh god, please no” you responded in horror. “I think our braces got stuck together” she pondered. “PLEASE you’re gonna make me sick” you laughed, covering your ears. Judith snorted and placed it back on the shelf, “Hold on, you’re gonna die when you see this. I think I have it in here,” she said, as she looked hurriedly through her bookshelf. She pulled out a photo album, “Here!” she exclaimed, flipping through the pages. She landed on one and handed it to you, “Talk about bad Prom pictures.”

It was another prom photo, but it appeared to be from the late 80s/early 90s. A tall thin brunette woman grinned widely, almost painfully, at the camera, her dress clearly a hand-me-down from the mid-80s. She held awkwardly at arm's length a man who looked a year or two older. He wore a suit with a ruffle on the collar, which also screamed hand-me-downs. If it weren’t for those eyes, you wouldn't have even recognized Rick Grimes. He looked much less self-assured, maybe even nervous, and probably 10 years younger than the photo you had seen of him in the hallway. “The fucking posing gets me every time, look at my mom's face” Judith laughed. Your stomach started to hurt. “That's your mom?” you questioned. “Yeah,” Judith replied, “The whole photo album’s pictures of her. We made it right after she died as like a commemorative therapy type-thing. Flip through it,” She suggested as she began unzipping her suitcase. You turned the pages slowly. Rick was in many of the photos, but most prominently featured was Mrs. Grimes. You didn’t even know her name. Judiths mom. Ricks wife. The anxious knots in your stomach seemed to tighten more and more. “I’m gonna go lay down.” You stated, hurriedly standing, leaving the photo album on the desk. Judith looked up at you from her suitcase with a hint of concern. “I’m just – tired. I’ll let you unpack,” you added. “Okay,” Judith shrugged. You began to leave, “Oh and I think dinner’s at 7!” she mentioned. Your stomach did flips, but you gritted your teeth, “Okay!”

You shut your bedroom door behind you and climbed into bed, wrapping the covers around yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 5 pm. Your mind was racing. You felt sick with anxiety. Were you a bad person? Are you imagining this all? Every look, or brush of the hands. Were you convincing yourself of something that isn't really there? He's a grown married man. What about Judith? Were you going to ruin the best friendship you’d ever had? Have you already ruined it? Rick knew. He must think you’re a freak. A nuisance. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? You couldn’t stop the tornado of thoughts in your mind as you drifted off into a fretful slumber.

~~~

You chopped the large bar of dark chocolate into messy chunks, sneaking a few slivers into your mouth now and then. The kitchen around you was endless, spanning into a vague sea of warm glowing nothingness. In fact, there really was no kitchen at all. Just the kitchen island, where you stood, chopping the chocolate bar. Perhaps you were making cookies. Yes, that's what it was: you were chopping the chocolate bar to put into chocolate chunk cookies. You were content, humming to yourself. Maybe this is all you ever did. It was bright and beautiful and heavenly familiar. Two arms snaked their way around your waist, another familiar feeling, Rick's hips to your back as he held you tightly. You breathed deeply at the sensation, lolling your head back to rest on his chest. He stole a tiny piece of chocolate from your cutting board and slipped it into his mouth. You could feel his belt buckle pressing against your skin, leaving an indentation. His heartbeat reverberated through your body as if you were one, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. Wordlessly he dipped his head down, so close you felt his breath against your neck, you could smell the chocolate, his beard slightly scratching you. You dropped your knife and gripped the counter tightly as you felt his lips ever-so-slightly brush against your throat, neck, and ear sequentially. Almost like he was inhaling you. Searching for the right spot. He hesitated, making you wait. His hands gripped you tightly to him. Almost possessive, like you were his. One slowly traveled completely around your waist to the other side, pinning you to him while the other slid down. His palm was stretched wide, his fingertips brushing past where your thigh connects to your hips. The proximity of his hand to where you wanted so badly to be touched was enough to make you let out a little whine. His grip settles on your pelvis bone as he pulls you to him somehow even tighter. You communicated without words, begging him for more. Anything. He slowly lowered his lips to the side of your neck, leaving a feather-light kiss that sent shivers through your body. You pressed your hips back into him impatiently, needing more. He held your hips in place, his grasp verging on slightly painful. But it felt so good. He lightly kissed your neck again, near your jaw. Then, very slowly he moved near your ear, kissing you again. It was like he had all the time in the world to make you unravel.

He trailed down your neck towards your collarbone, his kisses becoming deeper, his lips parting more and more as if to taste you. You craned your head for more access. More, more, more. He groaned against your neck, grinding his hips into yours. His hands began to move over your body, groping and squeezing. One of your hands ran through his hair, pushing his head, his mouth, closer to your skin. The other hand was on top of his, leading his fingers down, down, down. A nearly pornographic sound escaped your lips when he finally cupped his warm hand in between your legs, his fingers applying just the right pressure to your clothed clit. You felt him smile against your throat, before resuming his languid assault on your neck. You moved your hips against his hand as he continued massaging your aching cunt incredibly slowly. “Please Rick” you begged. He was silent, but his fingers sped up incrementally. His other hand squeezed your breast, tracing your hardened nipple through your shirt. He hummed in your ear, clearly enjoying seeing you like this. You rutted your hips into his hand, the pleasure building in your core. Like a rubber band about to snap. He moved his other hand swiftly from your breast to your throat, slowing you down. He gripped it solidly, making you lose your breath. He turned your head to face him as his fingers sped up. You looked up at him, drunk on pleasure, and panting in his face. He smiled down at you, making eye contact that couldn’t be broken even if you tried. You were reaching your climax and he could tell. He stroked your neck, still looking down at you, then ran his fingers past the nape of your neck and through your hair. He gripped a fistful and pulled gently from the roots, forcing you to twist your head and shoulders even more towards him, cocking your head back. He gazed down at you through lidded eyes, studying your face. Your neck was now more exposed to him and he began kissing and sucking marks into your skin, his fingers never stopping, his other hand still pulling your head back. It was all too much for you. You were going to come. “R-rick-” you stuttered. He kissed a trail up your neck, reaching your mouth but keeping his centimeters apart. You breathed in each other's air and you writhed needily, wanting his lips on yours. You were moments away from coming, and let a choked moan escape. He swallowed it down when he finally connected your lips in the most filthy, needy, sloppy kiss. The rubber band snapped and you came hard. Waves of euphoric pleasure racked your body and you moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss even more. You could taste the hint of chocolate on his lips as you rode out your climax on his hand, your hips stuttering. He pulled away suddenly, right after your peak, and you opened your eyes in surprise.

You were met with the walls of your dark bedroom surrounding you, and Rick's blanket between your legs.

One of your hands was beneath your raised shirt, and the other was gripping Rick's blanket with an iron fist. Your legs still shook from your orgasm as you gained your bearings. It was a dream. You swore you could still taste a hint of the phantom chocolate. Even though no one had seen, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at your… wet dream? Sex dream? Whatever it was. Your subconscious sleeping state had been grinding against Rick Grimes’ blanket as you slept. The dream had felt so real it was unnerving, and you were having difficulty returning to reality. But you also oddly felt better. Maybe it was all out of your system now, and things could just be normal. You were refreshed. Except for the fact that you were extremely thirsty. All that sex dreaming, your brain chimed in. You reached for your phone on the nightstand, but accidentally knocked it off in the dark.

The dark.

Dinner.

What time was it? How long have you been asleep? Sex dreaming, you mentally corrected yourself. You scrabbled for your phone on the ground, flipping it over. The screen lit up, reading 2:12 AM. You had slept through dinner to dream about a fuck-fest with your best friends dad. Woof. While you were still slightly ashamed, you couldn't dispute the fact that it was fucking hot. You kept replaying the dream in your mind. It felt so real. You got out of bed, removed the bundled-up blanket from between your legs, and headed downstairs for some water. The way his lips felt on your neck. His facial hair tickling at your skin. His hands on your body. You knew it was wrong but you wished so badly it was real. Your body clearly did too, as you felt that familiar tingling sensation return in your belly. It made you want to get back in bed and touch yourself until sunrise. Get a grip. You reached the living room and began crossing through to get to the kitchen. 

“Y/n?” came a dark voice from the couch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a little gasp in surprise. You could make out a figure in the dark, now sitting up. A sliver of snowy moonlight caught his face and you recognized Rick, holding a half-drunk glass of whiskey. “You missed dinner,” he drawled with a smile, taking a sip of whiskey. You were still frozen in the doorway, unsure if this was even real or not. What was he doing awake? “I- sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to sleep so long…” you say. He waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s fine, I know you girls had a long day,” he said, placing his whiskey on the glass coffee table with a clink. “Plus I’ve never been much of a chef. We ended up gettin’ Chinese food,” he added. Your stomach grumbled hungrily at the mention of food, and you clapped a hand over it in embarrassment. Rick chortled, “I can heat some up for you if ‘ya like. We can’t have you starvin’ to death.” He stood, picked up his glass, and walked towards the kitchen. You trailed behind him, “It’s okay, I can do it. You don’t have to” you pestered. “I want to,” he stated, looking at you briefly as he retrieved a container from the fridge. That shut you up. You sat at the kitchen island, your mind wandering back to your dream. If you weren't definitely, totally, over him, this would be pretty nerve-wracking you thought. Good thing I'm all better now. He opened the box of fried rice and, oddly, got out a pan and put it on the stove. Was he reheating it for you on the actual stove? “I really don’t mind, you can just microwave it. I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” you offer nervously. He dumped the fried rice into the pan with a sizzle, and looked over to you with a smile, 

“I want to, honey. Just let me take care of 'ya.”

...

Sooo, actually you lied. You needed this man more than ever before. Fuck it.

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notes: tee hee hee, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. anyways thx for waiting the past few days I hope this is satisfactory, there's a lot more to come! Literally. PS I've never written a sexy scene before so lmk what u think <3