#perverted bond

[phantom-fleetways]

I need Surge and Kit to have a messy break up before getting back together in the most heart wrenching way possible, and no I'm not joking.

I need them to have this messy breakup cuz Surge kept insisting and insisting and INSISTING that Kit needs to break from his programming. Kit being so hurt about the fact that she doesn't trust that he wants this. That he wants HER.

Then I need them reuniting after a month long period or so. Surge has spent the better half of that time spiralling and realizing how DEEP she needs Kitsunami to cope with reality properly. And Kit has spent the better half of that time trying to be so good... But stalking Surge cuz... She really is his everything.

When they finally reconcile, it's messy and a bit weird. A lot of Surge telling Kitsunami never to leave again, telling him that his only goals in life is to be there for her. Most likely with her so visually livid and Kit just... Hugging her and softly affirming he won't leave again. Leading her to physically untense and fall limp in his arms. Just muttering soft "I'm sorry"s and "please don't leave me again"s as Kit just cradles her.

Just UGH GOD. They don't gotta kiss, I just need to see them break up and then go back to being partners and having Surge acknowledge that Kitsunami is her EVERYTHING. Like how she is for him.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Surge and Kit holding each other close and for Kit it's for cuddling and comfort and for Surge it's grounding herself and holding on to prove that this is real and they are real no matter what and for both of them it's holding on for dear life because Kit is Surge's and he is hers and that this life is theirs

[phantom-fleetways]

I FUCKING CALLED IT.

Sonic the Hedgehog #72 Preview

Script: Evan Stanley (@spiritsonic/@evanstanleyportfolio) Pencils: Aaron Hammerstrom (@aaronhamm) Inks: Matt Froese Colors: Reggie Graham (@ziggyfin) Letters: Shawn Lee Associate Editor: Bixie Mathieu Editor: Thea Cheuk Production Design: Johanna Nattalie

[qwainte]

People are so weird about Halsin and other characters, I hate fandom sometimes.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Listen I know it's not bare handed in this case

But Kitsunami, sir, you make me insane

A character scrabbling frantically, bare-handed, to dig through the material trapping their companion- the dirt of a cave-in or hard-packed snow of an avalanche or debris of a landslide- without time to spare for a proper implement to shift the mass or concern to spare for their own hands being abraded and torn as they tear away at the impediment to reaching their companion, with no way to tell how much they'll have to excavate but no intention of stopping until they've found them.

[garland-on-thy-brow]

Famous wicked stepmothers of Roman literature:

L. Aelius Sejanus.

[rickyrainfrog]

ethel cain releasing an ambient drone album…. finally some tunes i can recommend to my father

[phantom-fleetways]

Listen, listen, listen.

They could be EVERYTHING.

Especially sonkit to me!

My personal favorite concept for them is that Surge & Kit and Sonic & Tails are on a mission together end up having to split up. And because Either Sonic or Tails refuses to trust Surge won't just bail with Kit, the two agree to split up in a unique pattern.

Surge with Tails and Kit with Sonic. This leads to a funny string of events. Starting with Surge telling Kit to behave and listen to Sonic almost as well as he does to her. Kit being low-key angry while also being a giant suck up all at once... Imagine the delicious tonal whiplash Sonic would have to deal with!!

And Surge with Tails is nothing but chaos and arguments in the most slapstick inducing ways. Surge is used to a full blown enabler, not this half enabler half keeping her in line thing that Sonic and Tails do. They would be worsties and barely tolerate each other until the literal last few hours together.

Of course I have an alt idea where it's merely more like Since and Kit end up stuck together post issue 50 and Surge and Tails end up stuck together. Both groups looking to be reunited with one another. (Well... More like Tails looking for Sonic and Sonic looking for Tails. While Surge and Kit are dragged along accompanying journeys.)

we have kiturge. we have kitta/ils. we have sonurge. we have sontails.

now where the fuck is the sonkit and the surgails. hm? huh?

the people wanna know!

[phantom-fleetways]

Thinking about THEM. ❤❤❤

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Okay, so I wasn't considering it until #76 confirmed the disbanding of the diamond cutters and that the main center of the restoration needs rebuilding, but this really means that Surge and Kit's apartment from the 2024 annual is actually a new room?

Compare their room in the restoration from Sonic the Hedgehog issue #69 and the 2024 Annual.

The light levels of the two rooms aside, the "curtain" in the first image being a single panel, while the one in the second image is two. The room on the right is visibly smaller, with the bunk bed perpendicular to the wall, versus the one on the left being parallel. There are visible differences in the bunk bed frames and bedding. There's a lack of a glass coffee table in the restoration bedroom on the left. Etc etc.

While we know via #76 that there are other branches of the restoration, so it's not impossible that Surge and Kit ran there for support, given how distanced they've been from Restoration affairs since #75 I'd almost endeavor to say that their apartment from the annual is theirs.

As in...I don't know how they'd get the money for it for sure (maybe Kitsunami does odd jobs for cash when there's no hero work to be done?), but they really may have ponied up and gotten themselves their own apartment to live in in the city. Honestly no matter which is the case probably the sweetest thing to me is that they continue to choose to live together and sleep in bunk beds despite how small the room is. They...really don't want to leave each other's sides, do they?

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

-

Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[phantom-fleetways]

Happy Birthday to the best two dorks in all of IDW!!

Gotta be my favorite pair of imposters!!💖💖💖

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Kiturge fans eating so good this issue it's unreal

Protective Kitsunami👌

Like what do you MEAN Kit's entire world lights up when Surge is happy? That he would do anything to see her happy because of how it makes them both feel?

Do you see Kit's little blush at having his head pat? Do you see it?

They're partners they're best friends they're everything 💖

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 16TH — STEPDAD!KÖNIG. You're even better than your mother; tighter, quieter, and younger, with a pliable mind easy to morph to fit his sickening beliefs.

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 16)

(TW: STEPCEST, DUB-CON)

Your stepfather has always been overprotective of you, you could say.

Your mother brushes off his extreme and controlling protectiveness and perverted touchiness as him being eager to bond with his beloved stepdaughter, ignorant to his disturbing and self-serving behaviour. She's too devoted to your stepfather to truly care for your concerns, blinded by love and adoration for her new husband. What do you mean your stepfather talks about you while drunk? Sure, you're not hearing things, Schatz?

When your mother isn't home, König's grubby hands find themselves exploring your younger figure. He favours you over her, if he's being honest. Your cunt latches onto his growing and meaty cock with greed and hunger, too inebriated to fully comprehend the severity of the immoral situation. You lay there, bleary and glassy eyes rolled to the back of your head and your bottom lip quivering and trembling through the miserable and splitting stretch of his large boner stuffed inside of you, a lone tear wandering down your stinging cheeks at the new experience.

You're much tighter, quieter, and more docile and flexible, too afraid to disobey through drunkenness and uneasiness. Easy to coerce and manipulate.

Your brain is like mush to König; so pliable, easy to morph. He trains your brain to accept and follow his sinister beliefs, conditioned to accept his distorted and ill form of love. He claims he's just looking out for you, that you should trust him to be your first, to ignore the nagging and mortified voice in your head pleading with you to intervene.

It's just König's form of showing affection, isn't it? Come on, Little Mouse, you trust König, right?