#pocket size super villain

[pocket-size-super-villain]

[kitten4sannie]

antithesis

pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader

genre: spider man au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.

w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)

warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie

a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3

song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)

fictober 2024

“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?” 

Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter. 

Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit. 

“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern. 

“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.” 

“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” 

You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.” 

“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”

How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about. 

“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted. 

“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?” 

It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this. 

“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.

“So horny,” Yunho joked back, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed. 

 “Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.” 

“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles. 

It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now. 

“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage. 

When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them. 

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.” 

“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.” 

“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself. 

“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?” 

“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the inhibited hothead that he was. 

Something about the way Yunho was taking his time with unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his dilated eyes, all while he had one of his digits plunged inside you. It made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”  

“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?” 

“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his thick digits into you, unable to get Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while, unable to keep himself from shoving a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “You think you’re feeling full now…just wait till my cock’s inside you.”

Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need your cock in me.” 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled against your heated skin when you whimpered and nodded eagerly, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.” 

You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didn’t recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently ‘perfect for breeding’, or at least, that’s what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you. 

“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you. 

Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his obscene size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.” 

You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did. 

Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?” 

“Yeah, fuck me,” you moaned back, realizing this ‘phase’ of Yunho’s was one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough, something this animalistic, could feel as good as it did. 

“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features. 

It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunho’s cock had grown twice in size. You didn’t even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. “So big, it’s so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your eyelashes. 

“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips. Just as his never ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.  

You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!” 

“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.

“Y-yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…” 

“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it. 

“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so–haaaah,” you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt. 

When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact — and here you were, face to face with him, his disgustingly oversized cock stretching you wide open.

“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck,” you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunho’s cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair. 

“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.” 

You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his alien cock. 

“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt from the tears that fell down your face. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, princess, take it all, just like that…” 

You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a kiss. 

When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”

Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?” 

You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.” 

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Amy and Knuckles in my Superhero AU

Miss Amy Rose on the surface is seen as a very typical girly girl, she likes shopping, cooking and fashion and is usually found socialising with friends or partaking in her hobbies at home. But this is not all she appears to be, she's a bold, proactive and expressive girl, but due to a mix of pressure from social circles and and being raised to in a town where she was expected to act a certain way, she's kept this side more on the down-low... although it doesn't help that people overlook her while she's 'Amy Rose'. But she showed her more spunky, tough side under a tomboyish alter ego, Posey Pockets, when she discovered her abilities, involving an extreme amount of strength for someone of her size and as well as pull things seemingly out of nowhere which she soon discovered was her being able to store things in a small pocket dimension she dubbed 'Hammerspace', where she keeps mutiples of her iconic Piko Piko Hammer. She's a force to be reckoned with and doesn't hold back when its' time to fight. Even as a super she's been overlooked by many a villain, but she was all too willing to prove them wrong.

Knuckles, as he was nicknamed by his newfound friends, is a soul from a long distant time. He lived among a mystic island hidden in the sky, Angel Island. He lived among his tribe that worshipped and protected the mystical Master Emerald. He was dubbed one of the Guardians of the Master Emerald due to being blessed with powerful abilities, not only an unnatural amount of strength and endurance but the ability to bend the element of earth at his will. Whether he doesn't remember what happened to him, or has simply kept details of his backstory to himself, it's unknown. But he was summoned trapped inside the emerald, kept in a stasis within for thousands of years. The mysterious floating island was known within the world but due to massive size of it as well as the multitudes of traps and ruins, it remains massively unexplored and history behind the ancient ruins of the echidna clan remains unknown. But eventually the Master Emerald was discovered, and due to it's massive size and apparent connection to the island and hints of it being powerful. It was taken to be studied. The notorious thief, Impress, heard about the giant emerald and set to attempt to steal it. During her attempts to steal it, she inadvertedly freed the trapped Guardian that was sealed inside. Upon awakening, Knuckles quickly became confused and panicked. He was in an unfamiliar place, with strange sounds, smells, sights and so much more. And seeing his clans sacred emerald so far from home, and feeling from this spot his island was suffering without it. He flew into a panicked rage. His rampage made him appear as an attacker and he quickly got attacked by officers and other officals. The barrage of bullets, screaming and all these 'new' things just worsened his panic and rage. Some of the heroes, such as Sonic, Twin Turbine and Posey Pockets came to the battle to confront this attacker... but would discover the truth, that this was just a young man that had suddenly come into a time that was scary and new, and he and an important item to him were far from home... the emerald was eventually returned and Angel Island was restored. To the public, who dubbed this echidna superbeing 'Groundbreaker', the echidna is hidden on the island, occasionally coming down to help and then returning to his isolated home. But really he has been helped among his newfound friends as they try to show him the modern world, helping him keep his true echidna identity secret, especially as he is unfortunately unaware echidnas extinct; the poor guy has only been told that 'not many have been seen'... As his 'civillian' self, Kalumn Rose, he's seen as just an awkward, quiet and shy tenrec guy and Amy's cousin (it was her idea). He does work as a park ranger in nature preserves and volunteers in animal shelters, were he adopted his service animal to help him adapt to this stressful new world.

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Pocket Pal (tiny!Homelander x OC)

18+ | 2k | tiny!Homelander, micro/macro, oral sex, he gets wild with it | Fic Directory

These stupid fucking super villains and their stupid fucking gimmicks!

Homelander is the strongest man in the world, and now? Now he’s lost inside of his own suit, tangled up somewhere between padding and fabric that won’t let even a smidge of light filter through.

It’s the sound of squeaky complaints that helps Ben figure out which sleeve he’s caught in.

The web-head arrived just as it happened. Some new villain running around calling herself Minimizer managed to pull a fast one on Homelander, completely shrinking his body.

“I’m going to ram through her fucking skull!” He shrieks, standing stark naked in Ben’s palm. His eyes burn with rage, and his fury increases tenfold when Benjamin giggles.

“Oh man,” the bug chuckles. He marvels at Homelander’s size. He runs roughly the length from the heel of Ben’s hand to the tip of his middle finger– maybe just a bit more. “You’re so tiny…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Homelander bellows, though his voice rings higher to the larger world. “It’s not fucking funny!”

Ben shakes his head, biting back a smile.

“Benjamin, I swear to fucking Christ!”

This was horrible. There was a crowd forming, and he’d fear for his real body being on every screen in the world if not for the way Ben shielded him with cupped hands. Everyone’s getting pictures and videos of his suit piled in the street, of Spidey crouched down, speaking to something in his hands. Any fucking idiot could put two and two together, and now the world will know he’s weak.

Homelander’s fury quells the slightest bit when Benjamin ruffles his hair with his thumb.

“Alright, alright,” Ben relents. He brings his hands to the neckline of his suit, allowing Homelander to crawl inside for the ride. “Look, we’ll get back home and see what the verdict on this is, yeah?”

He grumbles, but agrees. Minimizer had run off anyway, and this was only drawing out the public spectacle. Homelander watches Ben gather his suit and boots, and they take off together.

Dr. Edi, head of the medical ward, checks him over. She finds no humor in his condition, but reassures the both of them that Vought’s records indicate Minimizer’s powers are a temporary effect. Most of her victims are back to normal within five or so days, and all they had to do was wait it out.

There are no reasonable clothes that fit his tiny form, and his eyes burn a fierce red when Ben mentions those Barbie Ken dolls having stuff that might work. In the end, they both realize it’s easier if he just runs around naked.

Homelander’s entire schedule is cleared for his ‘recovery.’ Ben’s as well, especially once Homelander threatened to crawl inside Ashley’s head and piss on her brain if she didn’t free the web-head’s time.

For the duration of his recovery, Homelander rides around on either Ben’s head or shoulder wherever they go. And sure, he can fly, but he finds this much more enjoyable. It’s kind of fun seeing the world from Ben’s point of view, and he likes that he can throw himself entirely on top of his little spider and be held from head to toe. Ben has always doted on him, but he does so especially now that he’s tiny.

Homelander hangs on to Ben’s hair as the web-head makes them dinner. It’s the first time in his life he’s given a shit about cooking, and it’s almost hypnotizing to watch Ben throw everything together and make something out of nothing.

Benjamin makes him a special dish. All of his food is sliced and diced just enough to be workable for his little mouth. Sure, he doesn’t have to eat, but Ben always insists he does anyway. Now was no different, and it stirred something warm in Homelander’s angry little heart to know Ben cared enough to adapt everything for him.

They eat and conversate as if nothing is different. At the end, Homelander floats up to take his spot on Ben’s shoulder, leaning and nuzzling against the side of his neck. Ben thumbs at his tiny shoulder before seeing to the clean up.

The pair had to find a method for Homelander to take showers. Sure, he was tiny, but that didn’t mean he was going to shirk his strict hygiene routines. Flying under the stream of pelting water took more effort than it was worth, and it was far easier to let Ben hold him throughout the process. Scented products became a hell far worse than ever before, and Ben had to use only the special unscented soaps Homelander typically used on himself.

It took a whole debacle to realize Homelander was better off scooping shower product out of Ben’s palm instead of attempting a pea sized squeeze of product.

“Well, you’re definitely clean,” Ben had told him the first time they tried to pour soap into his little hands. Homelander had to be rinsed under the water after the body wash flowed too fast and drenched him. He griped about how humiliating the ordeal was for the rest of the night. If nothing else, at least Ben giving him a fully body massage as he lathered him with his thumbs was near fucking orgasmic.

Ben found that the best solution for drying Homelander after showers was to simply use a blow dryer. Initially, the two tried to just use a washcloth, but it was like attempting to dry off with a king sized blanket. Plus, the sight of Homelander pretending he wasn’t shivering from the cold was pitiful, so Ben picked the next best thing.

He liked it, too. Sitting under the current of warm air, not even caring how messed up his hair got. It felt so fucking nice to just lay back in Ben’s palm and let himself be spoiled endlessly. Lifting his legs so that the air could hit every little crevice on his body, chuckling at Ben’s own laughter at the act.

“I’m starting to think you like being small,” Ben teases as he fans the dryer back and forth.

“Maybe I just like when you spoil me.” Homelander shouts over the whir of the dryer. “Should do it more often. Like, way more often.”

He finds he enjoys sleeping curled up in Ben’s palm at night. It’s warm, and he can hug a finger or two if he’s feeling inclined. Of course, this opens the door for mischief.

It wasn’t a surprise for Ben when he woke to find Homelander humping against his middle finger. In fact, this was exactly what he expected. Wasn’t often Homelander could go a night without sex, and Ben imagined it would be no different now.

Homelander’s little groans were the cutest. They still carried that faint squeakiness that his tiny voice had, and he was certainly unashamed to let them ring free.

“Havin’ fun?” Ben asks with a sleepy smirk. “Can’t believe you got a new boyfriend already.”

“Veeery funny. Homelander leans his head back to stare at his little spider. “I dunno if he’s a keeper, though. Not a single hole on this guy to fuck.”

That earns him a sweet giggle from Ben.

“Lay back, then.” Ben instructs. He watches Homelander position himself just right, then juts out the tip of his tongue to ghost it from sack to tip. He hears Homelander hiss. “Too much?”

Homelander shakes his head and shivers. “More…”

Ben swipes his tongue a second time, laving over him with more pressure. He licks back and forth, feeling Homelander writhe beneath his tongue. It’s messy, and probably looks absolutely ridiculous, but John sings his pleasure louder than in any blowjob in the past.

“O-Oh, fuck!” He gasps, little hips thrusting up against the wet heat. “Mmph, god, so good! D-Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–” He cries out harshly as he spills, body locking tight and hot as each pulse of pleasure ripples through him. “Don’t s-stop!” He babbles over and over again, thrusting as little spurts of come coat his lower body and Ben’s tongue until he simply lays there limp.

After that night, Ben’s tongue became his favorite thing in the world. Whether that meant his little spider would curl it up into a hole for him to fuck or just simply let him straddle and grind on it, he fucking loved it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to float up and wedge between Ben’s lips, lower body trapped inside paradise itself as he was licked to completion over and over again until Ben’s jaw would hurt.

Even better than that was the time he discovered he could return the favor. It wasn’t hard to slink down Ben’s sleeping body and find just what he was looking for. He embraced Ben’s clit, licking the head of it on one side while rubbing his palm over the other. He felt every throb, heard every little clench around his love’s gathering arousal as he worked. Once that nub was finally nice and hard, he made his way inside Benjamin’s cunt.

What a gift it was to be able to writhe around in his slick, touching his walls, licking them, grinding against them. He was snug inside and used his flight powers to fuck his body in and out of the warm canal. Each time, he rubbed his palms flat against Ben’s sweet spot.

He could hear Ben groaning and could tell he was beginning to squirm in his sleep. He planned to finish the job before the sunlight could wake Ben first. Homelander increased his pace, fucking back and forth, body utterly drenched in arousal. The glide of his body against Ben’s walls stimulated him, and he found himself coming hard when Benjamin’s cunt finally pulsed around him, squeezing him so deliciously.

A hand was there to greet him when he slipped free, lifting him like a naughty kitten to be scolded for such mischief.

Though he actually received praise instead, much to his satisfaction.

By the end of the fifth day, he was back to being upset about his stature. It must have been at least every hour that he–

“It should have fucking worn off by now!” He says with wide eyes. “What if I’m stuck like this? Jesus Christ, what if I’m like this for the rest of my life!?”

Ben shushes him, thumbing softly at the top of his head. “Worrying is just going to make it worse, Johnny.” He coos sweetly. “I’m sure things like this are gonna be case by case, y’know?”

“Bring me back to the med wing,” he orders. “She has to fix this or–”

“She can’t, babe. Remember?” Ben settles his open hand behind where Homelander sits on his chest, wordlessly offering for him to lean back. “It’s gonna have to happen naturally, okay? She said it’s always been temporary.”

“D’you have any idea how fucking humiliating this is?” He seethes.

“I mean…” Ben arches a brow. “Kinda? I guess?”

“No,” he points accusingly, “you don’t. So stop acting like this is nothing to worry about!”

Ben merely lets him continue on his tirade as they lay on the couch together. Sometimes Homelander just needs to have a tantrum, and this is no different. The TV fills the spaces between his rants until he simmers down and sits grumpily with his arms crossed.

He grumbles, but eventually drags Ben’s hand to lay overtop of him for warmth.

They end up sleeping there for the night, and it’s peaceful until, out of nowhere, Benjamin is roused from his rest by a sudden pressure on his body. His eyes open in shock, ready to deal with an attack, only to be met with relief.

There, sleeping peacefully, is John, full sized and back to normal. He seems to have not even noticed the shift in his sleep, but is certainly elated when Ben wakes him.

“Finally!” Homelander grins, still stark naked and proud as a peacock. “Now,” he says, grasping Ben’s hand, leading him toward the bedroom. “We got some lost time to make up for, and you deserve a little something for helping me out.”

Much as he was thrilled to see John back in good spirits, Ben admittedly was going to miss his pocket pal.

Ah, well. Minimizer’s still out there, right?

Who’s to say there’s never gonna be a next time?

[ravioliet]

more Odd Squad oc posting! here are my main silly guys :D

character lore under the read more because i just know i'm gonna go on a whole ramble and don't want to make the post super long

so both of these guys are from precinct 73559 (which is the precinct we made for our ocs), Oriole is the creature room director and Orion is of course the branch manager. both of them are relatively new to the precinct, having been transferred there together just before Okiku stated working there (Okiku is @/dragonroar87's agent character btw! i consider her a main character which is why i'm using her as a reference for the timeline lol), and they are also quite close and consider each other as best friends (hence the bracelets) because before Orion was promoted and they were transferred the two of them were actually partners in the investigation department! although most agents in 73559 don't know this so they're just left to wonder why Oriole is always hanging around their manager's office and why she calls him Orion instead of Mr. O

personality-wise the two of them are pretty much opposites of each other and they definitely fit the whole 'silly partner and serious partner' pattern that canon kinda has, with Oriole being the more energetic and silly one and Orion being the more quiet and serious one, although their personalities and energy kinda rub off on each other when they're together.

Orion himself is like that introverted person who keeps taking leadership positions for some reason even though he doesn't particularly like public speaking or anything like that, because someone has to do it. he is actually a good leader though even though he doesn't realize it a lot of the time (he has a pretty bad case of imposter syndrome), and he cares about his agents a lot. he also happens to be a pretty big nerd which Oriole teases him about. he's also been through some pretty traumatic stuff and is a pretty anxious person as well, but he doesn't talk about any of that usually (i'll go into detail about it later but for now i'll just say that Oriole was not his first partner. do with that information what you will)

Oriole on the other hand is just a silly little guy full of joyous whimsy. she is very eager to learn things and to solve problems, but she has some chaotic tendencies and when she isn't causing problems on purpose she tends to cause them on accident instead, and she always manages to fix them in the end but that doesn't stop her from getting into trouble. she ended up transferring to the creature department after Orion was promoted because during the series of events leading up to that she was noticed for her talent in dealing with creatures, so in a way she and Orion were kinda promoted at the same time and i love that for them tbh. she enjoys her job very much, but she also still kinda multiclasses in investigation sometimes to help with cases and basically serves as an unofficial third partner to Okiku and Oceane a lot of the time. she has a few creatures that she calls her companion creatures that she's trained and she likes to bring them with her on cases and send out at villains like they're pokemon, the main one being a size-changing feathered snake/serpent dragon creature that she named Updog (she LOVES using the updog joke on people btw) and due to their shrinking ability Updog hangs out in one of her pockets usually. a few of her other creature names include names such as Mister President (so she can say things like "Mister President get off of the table!" or "the President ate my paperwork sorry"), Gazebo, and Periscope

[supurman]

would clark let his friends take krypto on walks. can they give him treats. i need krypto headcanons.

krypto ! superman's devoted protector and companion since birth. you better steer clear of a body guard that meant to protect the man of steel himself. here are some answers and head canons for you !

would clark let his friends take krypto on walks ?

yes, absolutely ! but ONLY to trusted individuals who have the confidence to handle him and additionally know he is a super dog. this pooch is super, and above that he is a trained protection dog. so they should know what to expect. he has been trained to discern scenarios and if he sees fit, he will bite once certain boundaries are stepped over by belligerent strangers. but he is not a vicious dog, just a protector. if a friend knows the dog's behavior, he is safe in anyone's hands to go on a walk. oh, and of course clark will give the fair warnings of walking krypto... if he seems like he is going to chase something by god let go of that darn leash. he will drag you like santa's sleigh. but, by all means he is a well trained walker as long as you don't throw a frisbee for him to catch...

can they give him treats ?

of course ! krypto is a dog at heart. he loves treats. he is a big fan of peanut butter flavor or pumpkin biscuits, or freeze dried meat treats. he will sit straight up vertically on his rear hoping for a treat. if he smells anything he likes in your pocket he will do ANYTHING to please. coming from an excellent working dog line krypto has a high food drive and will do whatever it takes for a treat.

wild card headcanons & facts !

krypto is actually more intelligent than your average dog. he seems to understand human sentences to a degree and commands that have a higher sentence structure than your average one worded command dogs are trained for. he is able to understand if you want him to do specific kinds from lasers from his eyes. on top of understanding complex commands, krypto also seems to understand how to adapt to scenarios and work out who is the bad guy by his own problem solving skills. or the fact that krypto knows to keep a secret identity as well. without the cape he is simply a white dog. with the cape he is krypto the super dog.

krypto is one of the pets that founded, yes founded, the league of superpets. true to form of his superman companion he fights crime with an honorable group consisting of many other superhero pets ! team mates include: titus ( batman's and damien's great dane ), bat cow ( batman's cow) , flexi the plastic bird and more...

krypto can howl so loud the entire world could hear if it puts that much power into it.

this pooch is massive. similar to clark being very large due to krypton’s evolution being ahead of humans + the different in geography and gravity of krypton he is a big boy. hes about the size of grey wolf. but next to clark he seems like the size of an large dog.

he is about 50 years old give or take. older than clark actually.

like most dogs he enjoys a good pet, laying in your lap despite his large size, and snoozing in YOUR bed.

you wont believe it but just like superman's fortress of solitude, krypto has a dog house of solitude. which is a dog on an asteroid in space. thats it. he just goes there to chill and thats about it.

the alien canine wasn't always this intuitive and well trained. at one point krypto needed a whole new rigorous bootcamp of training. back on krypton he was well trained in his job to be a meaningful and stable protection dog. but on earth krypto was liable for all sorts of damage with powers he didnt know how or when to use. on top of that, at one point krypto did become quite aggressive becoming quite hair trigger bitey dog with his new life on earth. for a while the dog lived in the fortress of solitude before clark trained his dog a new set of skills.

after fending off the powerful villain atlas allowing superman to get back on his feet krypto was dubbed the dog of tomorrow !

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №16!

A mashup of random questions edition!

I've seen screenshots from a discord server with all of the fault characters in your posts. Is it like a private rp server where you roleplay? Do you roleplay with friends? Am confusion

What is each character's and yours favourite weather?

Headcanoning that Evil english would just be slang. From all centuries combined. So like. "Hii, how goes't doing? We sh0ulda sl@y on dis mew1ng rendezvous cuz YOLO n me fam iz gonna bee there. Omg did ya 1nv1te that anti-skibidi loose woman with negative rizz 2?? Damn, ur a real hater." (Hi, how is it going? We should try our best at this gym session because you only live once and my friends are going to be there. Oh my god, did you invite that childish ugly prostitute too? Wow, you are a real asshole.). Like, can you just imagine Wilbur actually speaking like that? Just.. casually? Sounds great to me. (I dare you to try and write a sentence in that style.)

Which any characters from Fault would you want to have as plushies? What types of plushies would they bee, do you think? (Tommy as a weighted plushie because of that drawing on him sleeping on Phil and them both being in denial about his size?)

Are you going to participate in the artfight this year? If yes, then account link maybe?

1.It’s from a small scp server with irl friends. The plot lines were crazy. It’s been dead for over a year, but I’m the funniest guy alive and wanted to share the highlights.

2. I personally like the wtnv weather, and thunderstorms. Tubbo hates rain and wind and cold for bee reasons. Actually I think all of them hate the rain, Tommy gets worried about contamination, The Blade takes forever to dry and smells awful, Wilbur rarely had a roof over his head. Phil’s probably fine since he can just evaporate it and has nice wings for umbrellas. But he personally likes when it’s scorching, since he likes sunning himself like a lil lizard. The Blade likes the wind, how it ruffles through his fur and allows him to smell really far which is good if Foundation goons are coming. Wilbur goes for overcast days, since too bright can sometimes limit the effectiveness of the void. Also a very slight wind, not too much to move its hair from blocking the void but also enough that movements beneath can be handwaved as a breeze. Tommy prefers colder weather, since he wears sleeves a lot.

3. Oh God. Yes I think Wilbur could deffo speak like that, since I think a component is distinguishing between modern and archaic terms since otherwise it would have a very different speech pattern. Wilbur would know what skibidi means even if I don’t. Let’s see.  

“Okay bit of a red flag but an oomfie of mine was rbing from someone who’s moots with the F*und@t10n. Like do they NOT know they’re my opps w straight up ohio level rizz ifkyk. Kinda sus ngl. I’m going to unal1ve them since I’m in my villain era and quirky like that.”

Poor Phil is completely and utterly lost. Tubbo could keep up a little because they have grandkids.

4.I want a The Blade plush sooo much. So incredibly fluffy. I think he’s one of the reversible plushies where the other form is a blood splattered Blood God. Tommy should be a little chibi head with the weight to it so kids can chuck him at each other and get in trouble with their mom. Tubbo too and they have little charms attached, like some bees and little representations for the Hive. Phil is in dragon form, super long, and has a wire so you can position him in loops and what not. Wilbur is frowning in a cute way and the void is a pocket where you can store snacks and whatnot. 

5. I’m not really sure what art fight is! :D

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (15)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.02K+ words

Warnings: PG13 - Brief implication of attempted sexual/physical assault

Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to HQ where she can rest for the night and Lisa wonders what will change between them. 

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When Miguel and I emerged through the portal and arrived back at Spider-Society HQ, specifically his lab, Gwen and Pav immediately hovered near me, asking over a dozen times if I was okay, or hurt, and apologizing profusely for leaving me alone. Hobie hung back, hands in his pockets. His gaze briefly met Miguel’s, who had gently removed his hand from my shoulder when we emerged from the portal, as Spider-Punk offered him a very rare nod of approval. Miguel nodded back in kind. 

I reassured the two teenagers that it wasn’t their fault, and that I appreciated them looking out for me. Gwen and Hobie offered for me to stay with them in Hobie’s dimension, but I politely declined, explaining that I had asked Miguel if I could spend the night there at HQ. Miguel also didn't want to risk Oscorp jumping to other dimensions to try and track me so HQ was the safest place I could be, other than my apartment but that was currently a nervous wreck. 

Pav and Gwen hugged me tightly, glad that I was alright. I didn’t reveal all of the heavy details, not wanting to scare them, but one glance over at Hobie and he understood my partial silence. He offered me a soft nod of encouragement before gently pulling Gwen and Pav along as they exited Miguel’s lab. Pav called out, wishing me a good night's sleep, waving profusely and I chuckled softly.

Before leaving, Miguel quickly explained the situation in more detail now that we were safely back in his dimension and away from prying eyes. The doppelganger that attacked me was a variant of a villain called The Chameleon from Earth-1997, the same dimension where the Spider that bit me came from. He was a Russian super spy and master of disguise, able to perfectly match his target's physical figure and voice. 

He was also the mole that infiltrated the Spider-Society for Oscorp in order for them to continue their interdimensional experiments and stole Miguel’s tech. He reassured me that Lyla made the necessary precautions to make sure that he or anyone from that dimension couldn’t come back here or to my own dimension in order to keep me safe. 

I smiled softly at him, thanking both him and Lyla for their help and for rescuing me. “I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough,” 

“There’s no need, Lisa,” Miguel waved it off before stepping closer towards me, placing a comforting hand on my own. “You call, and I’ll be there,” 

Miguel leant me his room for the night. Despite my protests about his offer, he reassured me that he rarely slept there in recent weeks, the task of monitoring the multiverse taking up most of his time so he usually slept in his lab. I knew that it couldn’t be even remotely comfortable, and as much as I wanted to, and tried, I couldn’t convince him otherwise, so I reluctantly but thankfully took his offer. 

It was a standard room, but then again Miguel’s dimension is set multiple years in the future. So it was a standard room for someone living in the year 2099 who also worked and earned a lot of money. The bedroom felt like it was the master room of a five star hotel, but it wasn’t super in your face. It was subtle, but the rich classy texture was still there. 

The king sized bed hovered on a large platform with a low level fluorescent blue light. The floor and walls were a beautiful polished white marble with a walk-in closest etched into the wall near the bed and a bathroom to its left. On the opposite end of the room was a small work desk with a sleek monitor and around the corner was a long sleek window that overlooked Nueva York. It was currently tinted with a black overlay to shield the resident from the harsh neon lights that lit up the city at night. 

Miguel directed me to where all the bathroom essentials were and set my bag gently down next to the bed. He offered me a kind half smile as he squeezed his hand in mine. “Do you need anything else?”

“It’s more than enough,” I smiled reassuringly. “Thank you, Miguel,” 

His cheeks were tainted with a small shade of pink at my praise as his eyes toned down to a softer gaze. His half smile didn’t let up as he slowly pulled his large hand away from mine, not before his fingers gently brushed against mine as I held myself back from wanting to reach for his hand again. I immediately missed its warmth. 

“If I don’t see you in the morning, Lyla will ensure your safe travel back to your dimension,” He stated plainly. “Rest well,”

His hand brushed my shoulder as he walked past me and I found myself turning and watching his backside as he walked towards the door. I smiled softly at him. He realized this was uncharted waters too. He didn’t want to push, but still be respectful. 

“Good night, Miguel,” I called out to him. “Try not to stay up too late?”

He offered me a half glance as the door automatically slid open in his presence. A scoff escaped him as the corner of his mouth formed a tiny smirk. “You know I can’t promise that,”

I responded with my own playful scoff, rolling my eyes at him as I crossed my arms over his chest. “Let me guess, the fate of the multiverse?”

He chuckled softly. “Among other things. Good night, my Mona Lisa,” 

Miguel quickly left the room, leaving me as my cheeks flushed a bright pink at the pet name. My voice stuttered as I watched the door close and I shook off the nerves. I’d never get used to hearing that nickname. But. . . I liked the way he said it. 

I walked over towards the bag, bending down as I unzipped it to grab my toothbrush when I caught a peek at the change of clothes Miguel had packed for me. It was the outfit I wore when he and Peter B. rescued me. When we first met. 

I smiled softly. Very subtle, Miguel. 

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Earth-1997 

“Useless! You’re all useless!” 

Harry Osborne slammed his fist on his desk, the contents ratling and toppling over. He shot a nasty glare at Chameleon who lowered his head in shame. He knew he was in deep trouble, and no amount of excuses would save him. 

“You had one job,” Harry pointed a finger at him. “One job! You should have brought her straight here instead of playing with your food,” 

“I swear Mr. Osborne, I was so careful,” Chameleon pleaded. “I don’t know how Mr. O’Hara–”

“Mr. Osborne, is my father, GOD rest his soul,” Harry snared as he tried to compose himself. “As for Spider-Man 2099, you clearly weren’t careful enough. Get out of my office,” 

Chameleon left the office in a hurry as Harry angrily paced around his desk. His stomps were like earthquakes as a black aura clouded his body and mind as he slammed his fists into his desk once more. 

“Will somebody give me some good news?!” 

The phone at his desk rang. He growled, picking up the receiver. 

“What?”

“Sir, Dr. Octavius has found a fix for the Collider,” His secretary said. 

“About damn time! Tell him to increase the staff, I want that Collider up and running again as soon as possible,” He ordered. 

“Yes sir,” the secretary hung up the phone. 

Harry tossed the receiver aside as he took a few calming breaths, his nostrils flaring as he looked out of his large window that overlooked the city of New York. “I’ll get my revenge yet on you Spider-Man. On all of you.”

//////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

Seoul, South Korea - 4 years ago 

“Get off me!” 

I screamed whilst shoving a tall male off of me after he wouldn’t take multiple hints that I wasn’t interested. My heart was pounding in my chest as he reached for me, tried to corner me in the studio in front of the other dancers and trainees. He backed up, seeing a glint in his eyes as he fell back to the floor. 

“Aya! geunyeoneun naleul dachige haessda!” The tall young male bellowed, groaning from the fall. - Ow! She hurt me! 

All eyes were on me. He was faking it! How could they not see through that horrible fake moaning? Didn’t they all see him try to advance on me?

“ani, gidalyeo! geuneun naleul goelobhyeossgo, naneun na jasin-eul byeonhohago iss-eossda!” I pleaded, looking around the room, tucking my hands close to my chest. - No, wait! He was harassing me, I was defending myself. 

One of the coaches ran over to check on the male while one of the supervisors gently escorted me out of the room. I glanced over at the other idols, especially the trainees and saw their nervous and fearful expressions. They were terrified of speaking out. If they did, the guy would have their heads and ruin their chances of breaking in the industry. 

My heart sank as I stepped out of the room, the supervisor leading me to a quiet room and said I could wait there until things calmed down. I was in the room for less than 10 minutes before there was an aggressive knock and my step-father stepped inside. 

“Jin! Thank goodness, someone who will believe me–” I sprang up from my seat, walking towards him. 

Jin closed the distance, but kept a few meters away as his face turned cold. “What were you thinking?”

“What?” I blinked, taken back by his reaction. “Jin, what are you–”

“He is our next headlining solo artist, he has a photoshoot tomorrow and now we have to reschedule,” He groaned, shaking his head in disapproval with his hands on his hips. 

“You’re taking his side?!” I gawked. 

“No, of course not, but you need a good work/life balance, Lisa. You’ve been training non-stop these last few months,” He attempted to reason with me. 

“Who’s idea was that?” I raised a brow at the man, sending him a knowing look with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“You know he likes you, why not give him an actual chance to prove himself?” He asked, appearing genuinely serious. It scared me. 

“Jin, he tried to force himself on me in front of everyone, they all saw,” I was seething, trying to keep calm to have a civil conversation. “I’m not going to date someone who's going to take advantage of me!” 

“If this gets out, it’s not just him in jeopardy, it’s the entire program, including you. Think about your future,” Jin breathed deeply, trying to keep his cool with me.

“So that’s just it? You’re not going to defend me?” I started to choke up as the tears perked in my eyes. 

“I’ll talk to his producer to have you both on separate projects for the time being, until then, think about what you did and when you’re ready to come out, you will go back in there and apologize to him,” Jin stated. 

“Apologize to him?!” I raised my voice in distress. 

“geuge majimag-iya!” He yelled before turning around and leaving the room. 

I broke down in a sob, huddling down to the floor as the world began to crumble around me. 

I never came home that summer. Why didn't I go back home? Why did I stay for so long? Why did I stay for another 2 years after that?

Footsteps caught my ear as I turned and saw an evil, twisted version of Miguel, hovering over me. I screamed as he reached for me and everything turned white. 

Present day

Lyla woke me up the next morning, her holographic figure buzzing around like a hummingbird as the tinted shades pulled up from the large window, letting in some sun shine. 

“Rise and shine, time to start the day!” She sang. 

I stirred from my slumber, the memory of Chameleon’s attempted kidnapping was still fresh in my mind so I had trouble falling asleep at first before snoozing away the rest of the night, passing out in my pillow. Then the nightmare happened. 

When my eyes fluttered open, I could taste the salt of my tears on my lips as I reached a hand to dry off the remaining remnants of the liquid from my eyes. When my vision cleared I had a minor panic attack when I realized I wasn’t waking up in my apartment. I sat up instantly, looking around, my chest rising and falling as I calmed myself down. 

I was safe. I was back at Spider-Society HQ. I was in Miguel’s room. 

Miguel’s room. 

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink as I glanced down at the bed I was in, my fingers aimlessly tracing along the fresh bed sheets. Even if Miguel’s claim was true and he didn’t sleep here very often, someone or something still went out of their way to make sure his room stayed clean. I wondered when was the last time he slept here in this very bed. 

“Hey, Earth to Lisa,” Lyla waved as she appeared in front of me. “You holding up, okay?”

“Lyla!” I jumped slightly, startled by her voice as she snapped me out of my trance. I turned to face her. “Sorry, I’m still a little groggy, I guess,” 

“Is that all?” She asked me, placing her hands on her hips. 

There was something about the look in Lyla’s eyes that made me feel like she could see right through me as I leaned back a little bit nervously. “Yes…?”

Lyla hummed, sizing me up before her lips formed into a carefree smile. “Just teasing, love! You have dance practice again today, right? Go on and get dressed,” 

“Right, I should do that,” I nodded, waving off my nerves as I climbed out of bed. 

I walked towards the bathroom, wanting to take a quick shower to get the rain water smell out of my hair from last night. Thankfully Miguel showed me how to work the controls. Wish we had stuff like this back in my dimension. 

“With that being said,” Lyla’s voice purred as I opened the door to the bathroom and I stopped, waiting anxiously as she continued, “I’ve seen the way you look at him, you know,” 

My cheeks turned a shade darker as I didn’t look back and shut the door behind me. 

////////

Miguel’s P.O.V. 

“Good morning, Miguel,” Lyla sang in greeting as she fizzled next to Miguel. 

Miguel stood back in his lab where he had been for most of the night. After a quick power nap, he slipped back in his room to quickly shower, careful not to wake Lisa from her slumber. For a tall, muscular guy, Miguel knew how to be sneaky when he needed to be. Although he was ashamed of himself for catching a glimpse of her sleeping form. The thought made his cheeks darken and he shrugged it off instantly. 

After that, he picked up some coffee from the cafeteria and made his way back here where for the last 2 hours he was monitoring the multiverse for any anomaly disturbances. So far it had been a relatively quiet morning. Until Lyla’s voice rang in his ear.

“Morning, Lyla,” He mumbled in a greeting. 

“Hmm, someone is in a good mood this morning. You’re not as grumpy or groggy like you normally are,” Lyla commented with a snicker. 

“You’re hilarious, Lyla,” Miguel rolled his eyes at her with a scowl. 

“I try,” Lyla shrugged. 

“How is Lisa? Did she manage okay?” He asked, trying to keep his level of concern to a minimum. 

By now Lyla would have transported her back to her dimension so she could still attend her dance practice today. He hoped that she wasn’t too shaken up not to participate. He made a metal note to call her when she was done for the day so he could start helping her clean the apartment. He already had a side tab open on Earth-1218's internet browser, searching for new furniture items he thought she’d like. 

“Took her a minute to settle, but after that she slept like a baby,” Lyla smiled proudly. 

“That’s. . . That’s good,” Miguel sighed softly in relief. 

“This mood of yours wouldn’t happen to involve Lisa, wouldn’t it?” Lyla raised a curious brow as she hovered closer to Miguel’s face.

Miguel glanced over at her, raising a brow at the AI. “Lisa is safe, what else is there to be happy about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because of how you confessed that you actually like her while on a rooftop in the rain, took care of her, and let her sleep in your room? In your bed?” Lyla spoke with a knowing smirk.

Her smirk grew even larger when she watched as Miguel whilst in the middle of sipping his coffee, spit ticked his drink, the contents blowing everywhere on his desk after he processed her question. He composed himself long enough to look back at Lyla and glared at her grinning expression. 

“You know, your Mona Lisa?” Lyla remembered in a sweet tone.

He pointed a finger at her, his voice stern. “Ni una palabra a nadie,” - Not a word to anyone 

Lyla mimicked a motion where she zipped up her lips before snapping her fingers. “My lips are sealed. I won’t make you say please this time,” 

Miguel sighed as he set the coffee mug down, reaching for a rag to clean up his mess. “Thank you, Lyla,” 

As Miguel cleaned up his desk, a soft giggle caught his ear as he looked up at one of the spare tabs. It was another old video footage of Gabriella. She was sitting on Miguel’s shoulder’s eating a cupcake he had brought her as a treat after her soccer game and she had the silly instinct to smudge the icing in his face. 

Miguel couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory. 

A second chance. No matter what form it took. No matter how small.

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[therummonster]

let's see if i can explain this better than i did elsewhere.

that'll be below, along with an extra drawing. if you have ideas for neat scenes i can redraw with this au, that'd be great!

Unicorn Mann

has a battery attached onto him that can super charge anything, but it can easily overheat due to over use. be it trying to do too many things at once, or just keeping it active for too long.

found a hoodie and some cool looking goggles in a bargain bin, and proceeded to begin training in hand to hand combat so he could defeat the many villains that are around the city.

later while cleaning up after people that have littered, he found a battery and began to improve upon his superhero persona.

Chicken Mann

can summon eggs of varying size and qualities into his hands, these can range from exploding goop all over the place, or just straight up sending things to a pocket dimension. it is possible to consume one and gain mild powers from it, but even then that's a risk. it also takes energy to create stronger eggs.

after drawing the short straw at work, he ended up nearly getting struck down by a meteor that turned out to be the remains of a war scarred cockatrice, which later revealed itself to actually be an alien after haunting him.

he'd grow more powerful and eventually name the ghost in his head, Phantom.

General Story

basically, i swap all the characters with someone that i think would somewhat fit in that place, and then rewrite the entire story to make sense with the swapping.

of course some changes will be pretty minor and only slightly noticeable, such as Tina and Ryan getting swapped in this.

Extra Picture

based off of the Episode 17 beginning sequence

[shouehara]

Slowly trying to get back into the swing of things so I thought I'd share some fun sketches from my pocket-sized sketchbook. After a few failed attempts at trying to capture Christopher Reeve's Superman I decided to just try fun character designs with the Super family and DC characters. I was never really a fan of the dark and brooding, overly muscled and red heat vision eyed Supes. I imagine Kal-El being a super nice, gentle soul because he can. Someone that a bully would instantly want to challenge because he looks "too nice." Underestimating him similar to how all of Columbo's villains in the classic show would do, but he'd win every time. Superman never needs to flex his strength. Kindness is his top priority. And anyone who would want to beat him up because he is "too nice" would instantly see they can't anyway. He's a kind alien you can't beat up. Every bully's worst nightmare. #sketchbook #sketches #characterdesign #superman #superheroes #shazam #dcsuperheroes #fanart #sketching #pencilcrayon #inksketch #mixedmedia (at Calgary, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co8gOgrJ-3R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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‘ #KNOCK(HER)OUT ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. you get more than what you bargained for by getting involved with two boxers—two boxers that can’t keep their hands off the pretty new journalist. what happens in the ring stays in the ring though…. right?

wc. 5.7k

warnings. fem! reader x t. fushiguro & s. ryōmen, boxer!au, thrēesome, manhandling, unprotected, semi public, size kink, ōral (f & m receiving), head lock, spīt, sqūirting, they fight over you, brēeding, fīngering, implied multiple ōrgasms, nipple play.

an. based on this ask, haven’t recovered since :,)

sukuna ryōmen and toji fushiguro. . .

the talk of the town. top most infamous boxers of your city, they were supposedly rivals but ended up becoming super close friends. 'friends' was probably a stretch. acquaintances was probably a far better word to describe the two. there was hardly anyone that didn’t tune into your detailed magazines about them—your occupation? a journalist. you’d be the first to write about their fights, their strengths, weaknesses, their total wins & losses, and even a few unnecessary things like their love life. you were new, but you were good. always in the front row, you’d watch them spar against some of the most scariest opponents imaginable. something about guys taking it out in the ring right before your eyes got your panties in a twist. how unprofessional..

you only did it for the money, the publicity— a lot of people adored your skill to make such stories so interesting. between toji and sukuna, they were almost always compared, and oh did they hate it. ex rivals continuously pinned against each other, it’d piss anyone off. although, you were in dire need of a new story topic to write and you just so happened to stumble into their private gym.

“yo,” a rough sly yet cunning voice mutters, and it’s so deep—you recognize it from anywhere, toji fushiguro in the flesh. “are ya lost? no fuckin’ autographs.”

“don’t be rude, ‘toj,” and your eyes avert towards sukuna— he’s a few inches taller and your eyes roam at them both. they had droplets of sweat racing down their washboard abs, scars coating their skin with ruffled hair as if they’d just finished a match. sukuna drags his feet towards you before his eyes light up. “ohh, i know you,” he snickers, grabbing your notepad before nudging his friend. “she’s our little journalist toji. and she’s a damn fine one too..”

“. . . uh,” was all you could make out, feeling a sudden tightness in your stomach. your eyes continue to stare, your lewd thoughts only become more and more vulgar. seconds pass before you realize sukuna took your notebook, toji pauses his sets to get a good look at you. “i thought this was the ladies' room.”

“girl bye,” toji grumbles with two hands buried into his shorts pockets— he reads right through you as if you were some sort of exposed novel. people said he was a lot sassier in person but you didn’t think it’d actually be true. green dark eyes linger onto you for a long time before he stretches, leaning down to get a good glimpse at your figure. “did you come here just to stare or what?”

you were taken aback at how blunt he was.

a coy grin appears on his lips as he watches you struggle to formulate a good enough response.

you were nosy, you were really really nosy. for once, perhaps you didn’t wanna just jot down things about these two— just maybe, just maybe . . you wanted a hands-on experience.

“i… needed new material for my article before the next match starts,” you utter, squeezing your thighs together. sukuna tilts his head, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel hot. toji’s stare was ten times more intimate, darkened irises practically staring right into your soul—you knew this wasn’t the bathroom, you were lying. “i was hoping maybe you’d give me some uh . . inspo.”

they were both towering over you with height, you felt small—like an ant that was preparing itself to be crushed by a villainous shoe.

“inspiration, she says?” sukuna hums, his voice is low—raspy, an almost purr hiding underneath it before he moves closer towards you. “just tell us what you really want, princess.”

“nah don’t get all shy now,” toji chimes in once he sees you grow more sheepish. they both close in on you—you felt like you were trapped in a fever dream, you weren’t exactly complaining either. they smelled so good, a mixture of sultry sweat and a loud scent of heavy cologne that wafts throughout the entire training room. “you got our attention so spit it out, girl.”

“i— i want you both.” you finally mutter after seven long consecutive seconds. with the way toji’s staring right through you, you felt like your stomach sank between your legs - your legs that were throbbing with nothing but mere arousal, again perhaps this was unprofessional. no, it was very unprofessional—but anyone would kill to be in your position, being sandwiched between the top two boxers in your city.

sukuna snickers. “both? what makes you think i’d wanna share with this bum?”

“shut up,” toji snarls, and the way his facial expressions tense a bit—so attractive. the headlines + press were right about toji, he was a lot more handsome in person. he was a fairly new boxer yet a pure lady's man. he’s had a plethora of fangirls while in the ring and maybe you were one of them. as he inches towards you with a hand softly gripping underneath your chin, he inhales. his entire facial structure, is so chiseled—brief dark stubble coats the entirety lower half of his jaw and he rubs his left boxing glove against his left knee. “that want you want? both of us?” and his voice softens. it’s a bit more pitchy and low, and he sneers. “on me, look at me when you reply too, girl.”

your lip gradually pulls down from his thumb playing against it. you felt so hot, the air suddenly felt thick.

a sudden lump gets caught in your throat before you mumble. “i want you both,” and your eyes meet the dark-haired boxer, simultaneously glancing at his attire— shirtless, boxing shorts on with his custom-made ‘fushiguro’ briefs wilting near the top—only showing the hem part. just a teensy detail like that was so enticing that you even spot a few parts of his exposing snatched waist. only after a while, you then abruptly snap out of your vulgar fantasm. “…please.”

“the real question is, pretty little journalist,” sukuna steps in, a hand stroking against your chin. you didn’t know where to even look. both boxers had their hands on you and the tightened squeezing between your plush thighs grew even more. “can you handle both?”

“yes.” you’d speak in a soft voice, most likely as of now you were probably speaking from between your legs—you didn’t care though, everyone’s a little delusional at some point. emphasis on a little in your case, because you had no idea what you were getting in to with these two.

toji snickers. “hm,” he mutters, eyes focusing on you for a long time before he raises his chin. “fine. let’s test your strength then,” and he briefly gazes at sukuna. “sukuna. we can take her ‘n the ring.”

and they mean it quite literally— taking you, the both of them versus you, except you weren’t relatively fighting.

not in that sense, but it was versus an opponent that was throbbing between your thighs.

the arena was empty, with about a good hundred or more vacant blood-shot red seats scattered everywhere.

inside the ring, it was a mere raised platform, guided and shaped by strong stringy ropes that were yanking between poles at each side and corner. you lay on the spongy canvas of the ring’s floor before biting back a moan.

“scared yet?” sukuna hums, and he props himself right between your legs. this was risky—entirely risky, anyone could just walk in. besides, you were pretty sure they had a match in about a good forty-five minutes. with sprawled-out legs, he moved closer before dragging a thumb down your panties. his voice was a bit deeper than toji’s, they both shared the same amount of rasp.

sukuna had the charm, toji had the suaveness.

you shake your head, feeling yourself grow even hotter the more he stalls time. it feels warm, the entire air around you is humidly thick and you whine as he teasingly bites your panties. not enough to pierce his teeth into your folds, but he bites near the fabric—you watch, the string of your underwear slowly dragging with him. yet, you can’t help but glance at toji who’s just standing there—arms crossed and that same scowl that stuck against his face. “mhm,” he jibes, eyes flickering towards toji. “toji. she’s looking at you.”

“i know she fuckin’ is,” he grumbles, and your head tilts upward. you’re face first with his bulge that was right against your face. talk about space, it was right there. such a big bulge, who were you even kidding though—you found yourself gawking at his bulge at every match he had. with the skin-tight shorts he’d worn, you just knew he was nothing more than a packer. “nosy girl. y’er mouth bored or somethin’?” and he watches your hands paw at the hem of his tucked-out briefs. “need a bit of throat training, huh?”

sukuna’s playing with your panties still. by now, he’s peeling them towards the crevices of your thighs and you whine whilst you feel a thumb of his drag down your honeyed slit. sopping wet, just a three-second stare and he was suddenly esurient.

“look at me, not him,” toji lightly turns your head to face back up to him again. his bulge, his damn bulge that was right up against you. you nod, feeling your mouth dry—you wanted your throat to be filled, it wasn’t even a question. toji gruffs lowly, moving your chin side to side. “huuuh? girl, i don’t speak silence. thought i told ya how to use those words when you speak.”

“i- i wanna suck you off, ‘toj,” and you get cut off once he pulls his boxing shorts down halfway, bringing your face close to his briefs. you’re taken by surprise once he makes you rub your face against his hardened bulge—you moan as if on instinct, your tongue lolls out just to taste him. even if it’s just the clothed fabric protecting his actual cock, it was something.

he scoffs. “y’er a nasty girl, huh,” he mumbles, peering down to see sukuna starting to lick against your cunt. your legs quiver upon impact and you slump back against the corner of the ring. “can’t wait, yeah. want me to train this empty throat? maybe it’ll make ya a better journalist, nosy ass.”

you’d almost laugh at his little side remark if it wasn’t for sukuna’s tongue lapping against your slick entrance. your lips part as you lean back, a hand going through his hair. “mphm,” he grunts, one hand squeezing the right part of your thigh. “sweetest taste i’ve had in a . . . looong while.” and he’s so sloppy, not even a few seconds pass before he’s already slurping. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and that’s when toji hauls down his briefs.

you gulp, damn.

he wasn’t just big, he was huge…

your mouth starts to salivate the more you stare at the swollen shaft. toji was a big guy . . hence meaning, toji was a thick guy.

staggering height and a fat base to back it up, he had about two veins running down the side. his tip was a reddish pink, you could already taste him throbbing in your mouth. toji was quite well shaved a bit— though, it was a few specks of black hairs scattered everywhere. however, his happy trail was so pleasing to look at. it roams all down his sculpted body, he sighs once you slowly wrap a hand around his cock.

“spit the fuck on it.”

five words and you didn’t hesitate to roll out your pink tongue once more.

you gather a good amount before watching it coat against his pink sweet tip. he groans, watching your hand stroke him a bit. he was so big, so fucking big that you could barely wrap your entire hand around his dick. toji groans, watching you make a total mess out of yourself. pretty glossy lips, pretty glossy lips that would soon be wrapped around his hefty length.

once you get it wet enough, you gently move your mouth onto him. he hisses, and the warmth of your throat has his abs clenching.

“m-mhm,” you’d moan out, though your words were purely muffled. sukuna’s sucking on your clit, occasionally nipping and nibbling on it just to make you squirm even more. it was cute— the way your legs could barely hold still, so this was your weak spot. it’s what he thought to himself, lapping his tongue against your slick entrance. brief kisses coat near your folds before he maneuvers such circles against your pussy. feeling his canines nip against your folds every few seconds had you feral in the best way possible.

“y’er makin’ her squirm all over, ‘kuna,” toji lowly chuckles, such baritone in his voice that it makes you soak even more. you didn’t even know how it was possible with the way you were just profusely dripping like a faucet. not even—you put faucets to shame with how slick you were, quickly coating the lower part of sukuna’s chin with your syrupy taste. “open that mouth a ‘lil more, yeah . . . yeah,” and he tilts your head back a bit, prying your mouth open some more. he starts to slowly sink his cock in, so slow. the pace was incredibly tantalizing, your tongue runs against his slit before he pushed more inches inside. “fuckkk, girl,” he continues to grunt out, knees already starting to buckle. the way you took him in, hollow cheeks all puffed, you were already starting to drool a bit. small amounts of your saliva trickle past the corners of your lips as he goes deeper and deeper. deeper until his tip ends up mashing against your uvula and you gag.

“. . ooooh,” he hums, and just a simple noise as that was so seductive. “good…. good,” he swallows, a hand digging through your hair before maintaining a good grip against it. “now . . let’s test this pretty throat’s durability, hm.”

your little nod makes his sly smile widen, your jaw hangs and he starts to gradually piston his hips. such a mess, he was just so big that you were surprised all of it even fit.

“alllll the way down, shit,” your head starts to move, bobbling as your tongue swiftly runs against his pulsating head. he gnashes his teeth together, dim eyes flickering towards your hands. you were feeling hot yourself so you made a cute attempt at reaching between your legs. doing so only greets you with a soft concise smack.

“hands to yourself, silly girl,” sukuna grumbles, and this time he grabs your wrist. he simpers, watching you try to even still rub one out but with his grip, you weren’t getting anywhere. as your mouth was occupied with such inches, you whimper once you feel sukuna spank your cunt a few times. “don’t touch my pussy.”

one turns into two, then three, then four. . .

your pretty cunt starts to become his new obsession—the way you’d squelch for him so easily, he gets hard in his boxers. so wet, he knows the layout as if he’s so used to doing this. you wouldn’t be surprised, especially with a tongue like he had. lapping left and right, he parts your legs just a bit farther before the tip of his tongue swirls all around it. he lays it flat, getting a good enough taste before giving it yet another mean spank.

you whimper, feeling your tummy cave in before toji makes you face him once more. “eyes up here, eyes on me,” and he sounds almost jealous the more you focus your attention strictly on his boxer acquaintance. you’re still stroking him, a thumb sliding down a vein that prods alongside his shaft and he groans. your throat, so warm that he starts to feel his right thigh bounce. “should be . . usin’ this throat for shit like this instead of running that mouth.” his voice pitches lower, boxer shorts pulled down and his hair was slightly ruffled. you stare up at toji and he gives you that same cunning smirk. oh, you were soaked. again, this simply felt like a fever dream. even if at the slightest chance that you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.

toji’s quite talkative throughout the entire thing, sukuna’s dragging you further and further onto your incoming release and your legs start to rapidly shake even more. you whine and mewl out such sweetened moans, occasionally coming back up for air as you kept his cock warm in your mouth. each time it hits the roof of your mouth, you let off a straddled noise and he finds it so cute, so filthy.

“relax y’er throat, girl,” he mutters, a firm grip on your scalp. with glossy eyes, you follow his words and you stop gagging a bit. he grunts, getting hard every time your pretty eyes make direct contact with him. “such a pretty girl when you listen.” and his tone gets a bit more sensual, more tender.

you whine, feeling sukuna insert a single finger inside of you—you swallow his digit almost immediately and you cringe at hearing your own salaciously lewd squelches.

soaking, sopping wet,

three perfect words to describe between your legs, you choke out a moan once you feel that sensation brew right up inside your stomach. steadily, it was coming closer and closer. you’re breathing through your nose—feeling a few of his pubic hairs tickle against you. you’re moaning, eyes becoming half-lidded and droopy. toji had a mere pout stretching against his face and he felt himself coming close too.

the icing on the cake was your tongue, the way you swirl and slide it against his frenulum—he groans out a low grunt that rings throughout the arena. it reverberates, it's raspy and it only makes you even more aroused. “s-shit, you close too?”

you nod, and toji jeers, finding it amusing to taunt with you as you’re about to reach your inevitable peak. “yeah? gonna make a mess on ‘kuna’s face?”

“told ya don’t call me that,” sukuna grouses, resuming to pump not one but two fingers into you now—you’re almost there. it’s a hot feeling stirring up near your lower abdomen, a pool of it. your eyes start to roll, still slobbering down toji’s cock before he starts to thrust and thrust into your mouth.

“make me.” toji stared at him—and the both of them grew quiet before laughing with each other.

idiots.

your maw opens just a bit wider, and he’s shoving himself in and out of your tight throat—the noises that follow are so lewd, he finds you so pretty like this. mascara all smeared and runny, your hand continues to wrap around his length—his sagged base, so full. you start to salivate again, imagining what his taste was like. you craved it like you crave sweets, sukuna’s tongue running against your clit only made things far more intense before you start to convulse.

“f-fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum,” toji rasps, tilting your head back a bit more. you stare at him, tongue still grazing against the pulsing slit before after a few more pumps—he shoots a nice velvety load into your mouth. he grunts lowly, nostrils flaring up, jaw tightening and all. “. . damn,” he swallows, allowing himself to slow down. you end up finishing around the same time, costing sukuna’s mouth with a honeyed amount of your slick and he hums. you whimper, legs barely able to hold themselves up before you feel toji’s dick pour the remnants of his cum flat on your tongue. “nah, don’t fuckin’ swallow yet. stick it out, lemme see that shit.”

your legs felt like they were about to fall off, sukuna’s kissing near your now swollen entrance and you slowly roll out your tongue. obeying, you didn’t exactly swallow yet and he hums. “best savor that shit,” he groans, giving his veiny cock a few subtle strokes before he smacks his angry tip against your tongue. “and where’s my thank you for the meal, baby?”

“t—thwak y—you toji,” you speak, barely coherent with his seed splattered all on your tongue. you didn’t wanna spill any, and if you did—you didn’t wanna stick around to find out his reaction.

“yeah,” he huffs. “you can swallow now. get every drop in.”

sukuna moves towards you, you’re still lying on the ring’s mat before he softly wraps a hand around your throat. “hey. don’t let this bastard have all the fun, i want a taste too,” and you're taken by surprise once he pulls you into a deep steamy kiss. you moan, feeling him quite literally take your breath away. your tongue drags against sukuna’s chin, the bitterness. a concoction mixture of your saliva and his mixes, and you whine once he snakes a hand up your blazer. you taste yourself on his tongue and it’s so dirty, hot breaths mash against each other, teeth gnashing, and only then do you feel his cunning smirk.

“no one told you to hog her,” toji grumbles, pulling you back towards him. you briefly gasp for air and they both stare at each other, then you. “tell me, baby. who’d you think win in a fight? me or this . . . thing.”

sukuna glares.

“i don’t … know,” you pant out, heaving from your current orgasm—so cute, yet you only wanted more. from kissing sukuna to having your throat entirely filled, you didn’t know which was better. “can we finish?”

“aw, is someone impatient?” sukuna titters, and you stare at his glistening body—beads of sweat race down his precious v-line, the ideal body for a boxer. you just couldn’t stop staring at his pecs, so chiseled. you even thought his pictures were edited, but seeing them up close . . you wanted him, you wanted both of them. “hm. how ‘bout this? we teach you a few ah, moves. full nelson to start, ‘s pretty easy.”

easy, sure.

with it all being easy, you’d least expect to be put into a full nelson position. a mere popular wrestling position, although you’d be performing it with no one other than sukuna.

he’d have you slump back against him, hooking both arms underneath your thighs as you’re taking such mean thrusts from him. time and time again, you’re spasming out. mouth all open, saliva running down the very corners of your lips before you moan. “s—sukuna, oh my godddd,” and you glance up at toji who’s got a cute pout, stroking himself. you lost count of the time, it’s probably been about a good thirty-three minutes by now, thirty-plus minutes of various teeth-shattering orgasms. your head hits back against him and each time his tip smacks against your cervix, you short circuit. “fuck, fuck, right there, hit it thereee.”

“you coachin’ me how to fuck, dumb girl?” he chortles with a groan shortly following—he was so deep, the heftiness of his base taps against you each time you bounce back against his cock. he sucks his teeth, the way you easily took him had him groaning all up against your ear. “gotta get a little more stretchy, we gotta . . hah, work on your flexibility too, huh.”

“sukuna hurry the fuck up. watching you fuck my girl’s boring as shit,” toji grouses, pumping his cock into his fist every few seconds—you stare and he’s so needy, you could tell. his scowl he had earlier forms into a cute pout, dark eyebrows furrowing together and he’s growing impatient.

you caught that though. ‘my’ girl.

who would have thought toji . . the womanizing boxer who’s never had time for any woman throughout his career would start batting for you?

“your girl?” sukuna snickers, resuming to hold your legs up a bit further. he reaches so deep, that your stomach starts to seize, and your maw drops. hooded eyes, your lashes flutter and you felt continuous strained breaths get yanked from your lungs. “your girl yet she’s gettin’ fucked by me? the better boxer?”

toji snarls, and he kneels to kiss you. you moan, barely able to return the gesture since you were taking sukuna. with being gifted with such sharp thrusts, you dig your nails into his thighs before running tangling your tongue alongside toji’s. his breath was warm, you whine once you feel one of his hands stroke your cheek.

“aha, look at him. already whipped before me,” sukuna snickers, feeling you sink and gape around him—he stretched you out so good already, it was so relentless. each time you bounce back against his lap, the ringing in your ears grows louder and louder. he feels his dick twitch inside you. seeing you make out with toji irks him a bit before he spanks your ass—the recoil making him even more aroused than before. sukuna hums, seeing the current pout on toji’s face before nodding, “aw. toji wants a turn too, yeah? don’t ya . . big guy?” and he intakes a breath, your pussy constricting around his length as sukuna pulls you further to slam back and forth against him. you’re moving against him now as his dick jackhammers right into your gummy was. your mouth idly dangles with your tongue stil shamelessly lolled out. a raw moan rips from the back of your throat at the pure feeling of utter bliss.

so thick, so girthy—you gasp once you feel his fingers tend towards your neglected tits. toji shortly follows, a hand going between your thighs. your cunt was all stuffed with sukuna, feeding your swollen pussy was so many inches. “hngh, f-fuck, fuckkk,” you’d whine between wet, saturated kisses. toji purposely feels against your folds, all stuffed and sopping wet. he rubs a thumb against your slick entrance as your legs are just about to give out. “toji, m-more. need you to touch me more.”

“you don’t need shit, little girl,” he corrects you, squeezing your lips together before pressing a kiss against it. you moan, your ass stinging every few seconds from the stings of sukuna’s palm making direct contact against your ass cheek. spank after spank, oh how he adores the jiggle. he could watch it all day, even in slow motion if he could. “such a cute thing though, had the nerve to say you thought our training room was the fuckin’ ladies' room.”

you cringe once he repeats that. the same ringing going through your ears once more. your ears perk, hearing sukuna’s raspy grunts against the shells of your lobes before you start to stammer, “toji, touch me.”

“i’ll touch this messy body when i wanna,” he gruffs, leaning to nip kisses near your neck. sukuna’s still holding you up—you’re like a rag doll, eyes goggling from the stretch before you start to feel it. not your orgasm, but something entirely different. it was a new type of pressure, sweet whiny moans emit out of you before you feel sukuna’s rude tip thrash against your g-spot again, and again, and again..

toji’s thumb softly strokes underneath your neck as he pulls you into a short kiss. you whimper, pulling away before spreading your legs a bit further.

“i— something’s coming, i f-feel tingly.”

sukuna roughly laughs against your ear, seemingly getting what you were implying. “yeah, gonna make another mess on us, princess? oh. i mean on me, heh?”

you shudder, your pussy feeling entirely stuffed and your eyes merely roll way back. he fit nice and snug, you bare around him before a whine drags out your throat. so deep, so so deep, you’re spasming—each relentless piston of his hips makes you whine louder. a feeling that was purely euphoric welts right against you, and you’re laid all back against sukuna’s bare chest, riding him in reverse. “c-choke me, ‘kuna, choke me, please.”

“want me to put you in a headlock, yeah,” he whispers to you in a rough low voice. you moan, feeling him lick against your earlobe before toji strokes your cheek. you could tell he wanted a turn too, the pout on his lips stretching even further. you’re nodding against him before your cunt gapes more. “sure. i’ll let you in on what my opponents feel, pretty girl.”

you moan, his voice was so low up against your ear, you’re about to cum. or were you, you swallow thickly despite having a sudden dry throat— voice all raspy and strained from moaning for such a duration that your head’s woozy. it feels too good, your thighs ache and quaver before you feel a beefy arm wrap around your neck. “upsie daisy, thereee we go,” and he scoots you on his lap just a bit farther. he’s buried to the hilt. you moan, toji pulling you into the nth kiss of the night, lips moving in pure tandem. just when you’re about to finish, you feel him rub against your stuffed cunt once more. yet that’s only when you decide to move your hands towards the boxers . . . nipples.

“t-the fuck,” he grunts in a hoarse tone, his voice was suddenly a bit shaky. it was cute—you couldn’t lie to yourself, you found yourself staring at toji’s chest way more often than you should. practically always shirtless, his pecs were huge. such pink swollen nipples, you slide a thumb against it and he shivers from your touch. “fuckin’ weirdo. ‘m sensitive there, s-shit.”

he doesn’t tell you to stop—instead, he grips your hair not so tightly but firmly. you look up at him, speaking in a tiny yet sheepish tone. “can— can i?”

“can ya what?” he grits, watching as sukuna continues to feed your cunt of his cock — you were just about to burst, you felt it and your toes clench and curl all up. so cute.

with a thumb still sliding against his pecs tenderly, you murmur. dilated pupils flicker towards his chest, then back up at him. “. . can,” you huff out in short breaths, tummy heaving, breathing hot and heavy. “can i suck on them?”

“no you can’t fuckin’ suck on them. what kinda question is tha—”

“toji, don’t be fuckin’ mean. you claim she’s your girl so let her suck your tits, big guy.” sukuna chimes in, releasing his soft grip against your neck. you gasp, leaning way back against him now. he was so warm pent up against you—you whimper out, sukuna leans against your ear and he starts to talk you through your incoming orgasm. “right? wanna make toji a little whiny bitch?”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, and his pecs stare at you—so beefy, you could have sworn they twitched. he groans, watching you give him such eyes before he inches closer towards you, bending down. “…….fine. whatever.”

still grinding against sukuna’s lap, you hold toji’s pecs before latching your tongue against it. his face scrunches up and it’s so cute, for whatever reason, the way your tongue curls against his perky nipples feels … good. awkwardly, he pulls your head closer towards his chest, eyeing closely as you briefly start to suck. as usual, you were so sloppy too—moaning up against his sensitive skin, rolling your tongue all against his nipple.

“nasty little g—girl,” he chokes out.

you glance up at him, parting your lips away before he makes you go back to tending to his tense nipples. “i didn’t tell you to stop. use y’er fuckin’ tongue some more. and stare at me while you do that . . . weird shit.”

toji’s voice significantly pitches and you’re so into it that you don’t even realize that before you know it, you end up squirting. everything comes at once, you’re pulsing with sukuna’s cock still twitching vigorously inside you and you whimper, mouth still sucking onto toji’s tits nipples. low laughter could be heard from behind you, and it’s all so much. your pussy was equivalent to a waterpark, gushing out all into sukuna’s lap. “fuckkk, princess,” he chortles, slowing down your hips and he ends up finishing a few seconds after you.

when he came inside, it came out quite a lot too. a hefty amount, it came out in ropes to where he paints the entirety of your womb. so warm from the inside, your tummy briefly caved in and your legs felt like mush.

“heh, did you just squirt?” sukuna points out, cock still twitching inside but he just lies still. you’re stretched out literally on the mat, seeing pure stars— the lights of the arena merely blinding you before you lie back against him. “a squirter and you’re tapping out already? aw boo. ‘n here i thought you could handle a few more rounds in the ring, princess.”

“i— i can,” you protest, parting your lips away from toji’s sheeny pecs. your lips were spit-glossed, he stared at you before squatting down to stare at the mess right between your legs. so messy, sukuna lifts you off of him and it just pours right down between your thighs. “i can go for more.”

toji hums, taking a quick three-second glance at his watch. “five fuckin’ minutes, ‘s all you’ll get with . . me,” and it’s cute because a mere pink forms on his face.

he’s still embarrassed from you sucking on his nipples that he tries to act all tough—but that only makes his tone quaver even more. “match’s gonna start soon. sukuna, let’s take her both.”

he snickers, pulling your shirt that was tucked underneath your blazer all the way up.

“both?” and sukuna lifts you to sit on top of toji, straddling him. you were being prepared to be overly stuffed with not one but two cocks. you fall face forward into toji’s broad chest, the coldness of his chain that wraps around his neck brushes against your skin before he helps you align yourself.

you moan, feeling sukuna get behind too—you gulp, toji’s fondling your breasts that almost poke out through your unbuttoned shirt whilst sukuna is behind. you’d be taking them both— one in each hole. “can you handle us both at the same time, pretty girl? toji’s known for his record of lasting a good ah . . . two solid rounds.”

toji glares, feeling himself start to open you up again. with his plump crown head of his cock, he splits you open, and he is a tad thicker than sukuna—you moan, wrapping flimsy arms around him before sukuna enters from behind with toji focusing on the front. “shut up. you say that ‘n act like i won’t k.o. you right now.”

“oh yeah?” sukuna cavils, and you gasp, landing on the cold canvas with an 'oof' once the boxer lightly places you down. you pout—glancing up at the two of them who are having a face-off at a time like this. sukuna already pulled out and they stared each other down before toji slyly smiles. “is that a fact?” and for a brief moment, he leers down at toji’s sheeny lips— the dark-haired boxer slides his tongue against his scar before humming.

“don’t play, you know it is,” he replies, giving you one ogle before turning back towards his rival. “y’know, ‘kuna. you sure talk a lot of shit but you couldn’t even pin me down if you tried.”

sukuna rasps lowly, inching closer before they were inches apart—you thought they were gonna kiss at this rate. oh, something like this would be such a good inspiration for the headlines.

“if you wanted my attention, should have said so,” sukuna sneers, rubbing his hand that was carefully wrapped up in a white bandage against his slim torso. “besides, i think we all know who can last more rounds.”

“did you two just forget about me—?” you furrow your eyebrows, literally still soaked and laid against the corner of the ring. they shoot you a glance before turning back towards each other.

toji scoffs back at sukuna, ignoring you. “prove it then. pin me the fuck down, hot shot.”

“bend the fuck over then, big guy. we’ll show the pretty journalist who’s gonna win this night’s match. round fuckin’ one.”

[vnvyb]

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[thetristoneera]

In a land of imagination, the House of Vig Sols created a space colony many millennia ago. Ruling over it peacefully through hella changes that would have you questioning your own immortality if you lived there. Rebellion after rebellion, none of them made sense; cause Vig Sols was a peaceful space colony for more than half of its existence. Peacefully evil, took them several millennia to make sure it was a safe haven for villains.

Cosmirana is the heiress to the Pirate Spaceship known as Light of Evil, her mother handed her the reigns twenty five years ago. It’s a size ten battleship that looks like a giant gun with half a hilt. All up & down the barrel area are armada & plasma turrets for all kinds of technology & space monsters. There are a total of four hundred gundam bays & one hundred bays for different sizes of spaceships. It’s like an Ikaruga exhibit when it’s go time. Light of Evil was created in year 6253 VU (Vassichiri Unity), funny right? Vassichiri Unity before a Species War broke out. Technically, it was created about 3,000 years ago; it’s year 807 FA (Final Anchor) now. We can only hope but Light of Evil makes sure there is no peace. They pillage from any source they can while heavily & swiftly moving through out the darkness. Their coven department made a spell of darkness upon the giant battleship being completed. It’s lined with enchanted black salt in its metal plates, countless times the spell was casted so the spaceship could literally move from one dark pocket to the next. With shadow being a major component of the spell, it can literally teleport from the back of one space colony to another in an instant. All the spaceship needs is enough quantum energy to jump when the drive is activated. Then they’ll turn the lights on, the gundams will launch & their smaller battleships will launch; good luck. They take with so much ease, civilization considers them god like. With no intelligence or power to stop them, Galactic Forces are usually playing catch up by the time they are done looting.

Now let’s get into who they are… From the left to the right, the first column are the heads of this pirateer organization. Ms Doves is Cosmirana’s best mate, been besties since they were three year olds. She grew up understanding the importance of having evil saviors, having evil caretakers. Ms Doves was a loyalist by the time she was thirteen. Cosmirana had a personal duty to pull for her mother, to be left at a prosperous city of Planet Xorol to tend to a shelter event. Where she has to study the effects of helping the less fortunate; when Cosmirana realized that studying them wasn’t going to help anything. She learned the lesson of, we must do. Ms Doves was with her & learned that lesson too. Action is a requirement for any pirateer to become important for the cause. It’s something that was instilled in O, 1st Time, Vonaraiville, Lus Chaosiss & Palace Vesp; as they were too, children that grew up with Light of Evil. They became the Magnificent Seven by the time they were in their junior year of high school. The other ladies were acquired through out life & it’s magically lucky all of them are the same age.

None of the guys were children that grew up with Light of Evil. All of them, happenstance later in life by experiencing Light of Evil looting entities hoarding resources. In this mix; some of them were law enforcement, some of them were workers for the Super Warrior Guild, one was a galactic class model, one was in college for language history, one is a prodigal martial artist; just an obscure group of random people from all over the solar system. They simply were inspired by the people in all black with LED lit gear on; touching chins with the elegance of an angel before wrecking them with the wrath of devils. All of the guys thought; with out skipping a beat, “The UFC ain’t got nothing on these pirates!” After every time these pirates run a muck to save lives, they always leave a memento so people can figure out a way to become a pirateer. It was in how they used all of their knowledge to help where they could. These twelve were great for Light of Evil, ever since that light went off in their heads; their careers for villainy have been splendid.

These super beings have been moving at a nonstop rate for five decades with no intention of stopping. This might be the generation that chases immortality for an ultimate tomorrow. As a tradition, the Vig Sols live a natural life without accepting the grace of this universe. At any given time, any super being can voice their wish for eternal life; they will feel the universe blessing them. This is an occurrence that can happen at any age. But none of them have accepted it because of the oath they took, when they swore into the Light of Evil. It’s up to you to find out if the events of this story will drive them into finally breaking a three thousand year tradition.

Base of Operations: Space Colony: Vig Sols / Alliance: the Super Villain Guild & An Assortment of Pirateers / Occupation: World Leaders of Space Colony: Vig Sols & Galactic Class Pirateers / Their Order: Spreading Light For the Sake of Evil Doers

[ethereallyloved]

"What the hell happened?" from Spiderverse Jun to Spiderverse Skye?

@pocket-sized-lawyer

" Well...turns out that most criminals and super villains do not appreciate being spied on! Don't worry though...it's just a scratch. The knife barely hit me. They should work on their aim more. "

[shree3redranger]

Vandal Savage, King Kull, Ra’s al Ghul Lex Luthor, Alexander Luthor Sr/Jr./Mazahs/Alexis/Alexandra Megistus Aqua-Mariner, Amalgam Namor, Aquaman 1,000,000 and Dead KingAtlan/Sea King/Arion/Thanatos/Kordax/The Thirst; Ocean Master Black Manta Astarte/Veronica Cale Theana, Paula/Gerta von Gunther, Bruna-Brunhilde, Gudra/Gundra, Deva, Dark Angel, Grail (Barda/Bekka/Maxima), Queen of Fables, Crow Children Gargareans, Mythlands-Cosmopolitan, Multiethnic/Omniethnic Black Adam/Sivana (scientifically copy Shazam's magic lightning), Osiris, Neron, Despero Red King Berceuse Armies of Sand(wo)men/Dr. Destinies/Red Kings Insect Queen Bee Symbeasts Wonder Woman kicks Batman's butt every time they fight because that's what happens when a normal person goes against a super of that caliber with no kryptonite factor, of course they also have similar tactical mindsets or at least fighting skills and with her superior abilities she obviously has the advantage, she will use diplomacy before resulting to violence and even lethal force if absolutely necessary, she is more powerful than Superman and has better gadgets than Batman Supes has a job and a boss, Bats has a butler and is the boss of one of the world's largest corporations, Supes may have his fortress of alien tech, Bats has even more cool stuff, Supes pines for one woman, Bats has a harem of fetish femmefatales who pine for him You can only call Waller a villain in that she'll sacrifice the one for the many, she has a moral line and whether you agree with her or not it does not move, she's made Bats back down and acknowledge she has a point the CSA the Justice Lords Antimatter Earth-3 Pocket Dimension Alexander Luthor/Mazahs/Doc Savage/Edison Rex/Axel Brass (Century Babies)/Xanatos (copy Ultimate Archmage familiar Stee/Iron Clan/Thailog shock troops)/Hank Scorpio/Oliver Warbucks-self-made man, never lost the common touch and never forgot where he came from, felt strongly that business owners had a responsibility to treat their employees fairly and had an equally great hatred of corruption I always imagined nanotech like Spawn or the Darklings, Matrix, Satin Satan Girl, Nighflame, Scorch/Fernus (succubi/nymphs) , Belinda Zee, Supra/Ultra/Ubergirl, Superior Girl, Divine, Nuclear Men, Bizarros-stronger, Smarter, faster, tougher, better looking than Supes, Ms. Gsptlsnz, OMACS, Warsuits Luthor's power armor, Havokoids, Warmaker 1s, Alphina Brainiacs Indigo, enhanced Doomsday clones (Steel/Cyborg Superman/Eradicator, Tactile TK), Doomslayer, Superdoom, World Killers, Paragon, Vartox, Amazo Rao's familiars- Flamebird and Nightwing Angelus Warriors: combined Shadowflamewing/Imperium of Mankind Double psyber Eagle egg/sunstone; Rao (god of the sun), Cythonna (goddess of ice) Yuda (goddess of the moon), Telle (god of wisdom), Mordo (god of strength), and Lorra (goddess of beauty) Familiars- Wolves, Scratch-9-Gyrinx-Sabretooth/Witch familiar/pharaoh-Alley-Kat-Abra (Sleen),Ravens (American Eagle), Monkey, Winged Unicorn, Gryphon, (Black, White, Gray, Rainbow) Phoenix, Phaethon and Savitar, the sun dogs (dragons-insect to cat to Kaiju sized)- born out of Solaris' own nuclear furnace, and heir to his hydrogen-fueled power and fury Octus, the eight-dimensional cephalopod - from the bottom of the seas of neptune. While it is impossible for creatures limited to a three-dimensional perception of the universe to fully understand his powers, his weird limpet grenades have proven to be most effective weapons. Wormhole - unfathomable denizens of the black gulfs between stars, with the ability to bend space and time to his command Flashpoint/Epsilon: Magog, Tokyo Rose- Mystic martial arts (Darklings from Darkness (as well as symbiote/Super-Adaptoid/Demogoglin) like giant robots and monsters like Kaiju as well as cyborg demonic ninjas and Samurais/Huntsclan/Snake Eyes, Mirabai, Manotaur, XXX like 666-Judge Dread-Judge Dredd and Death/Mortis, NIL-8, Americommando-Major Glory Stormwatch/Meritocracy/Protectorate: Mr. Majestic, Midnighter, Century Babies amalgam-Doc Savage, Jenny Quarx-Mystechnician, King of Cities/Wyld, John Lynch/TAO Prime/Elven Manchester Black-Telekinesis telepathy, symbiote/symbeast(s)-(Darkness/Angelus/Witchblade/Spawn), magic club, magic hat from which can pull anything; Manchester Black Americanitis John Smith- shirt with American flag and baseball bat-Shine/Bright Knight-Shade, Angelus etc Billy Butcher; Good Homelander/Major Glory-The Boys coat etc., Becky Butcher, Greg D. Mallory, Tommy Monaghan- Ace of Winchesters, Jesse Custer-Preacher, Max Damage Buck “Buffaloman” Storm- modern/future mystic Pecos Bill lasers/Super Chief/Black Bison/Flying Fox/Manitou Raven/Silver Deer/(Winged Bison belt like winged golden ram fleece-Olympian-flocks/herds of buffalotaurs)Forge/Black Condor/Nightwolf/Chief Thunder/Turok/Bravestarr/Blackstar Rodeo Paladin alternative Batman cowboy Punisher/spliced with Terraman/Deadshot/Jonah Hex/King Faraday/Slam Bradley/Tommy Monaghan/Terry Sloan/Matches Malone/Lefty Knox Thrax Von Brighthammer- Brighthammer Living Saint/Sage Illuminatus Inquisitor/Rogue Trader Dirk Torch-Axel Brass (Century Babies/Mystechnician)/Oliver Warbucks/Richard Henry Benson Dollarmation Starcloak Bruno Godkiller- Thundragoria, Neo-Primordia-life began on Earth avoid White Martians' ancient experiments so like Kryptonians plus inherit white plasma on par with Starheart/Shazam's magic lightning, Vartox/Amazo/Paragon I ship Tim and Steph, Cassandra Cain with Connor Hawke Damian with Lian Sin or age appropriate Carrie Kelly David gave Cass plenty of emotional support and positive reinforcement however shooting her until she learned to get out of the way and preventing her from learning language so that segment of her brain would read bodies instead qualify as abuse under any definition imaginable Of course Bruce can go from paternal figure second only to Jonathan Kent himself to a monster who does things like lock Dick in the Batcave and force him catch and eat rats to survive in three issues depending on who's writing him On the other hand men like him don't define the world in terms of right and wrong but strong and weak he made Cassandra strong thus to some extent he's a decent human being Slade's wife Adeline Kane may be Bruce's cousin, Kathy Kane of Spyral, Kate Kane new Batwoman wealthy military family one of Gotham's founding families along with Waynes, Elliots, and Cobblepots, Powers Thorne/Falcone/Maroni/Blockbuster/Cobblepot/Manheim I imagine Jonathan Kent like Hub McCann from Secondhand Lions can take on four guys a quarter of his age, unarmed and still beat them "I'm Hub McCann. I've fought in two World Wars and countless smaller ones on three continents. I led thousands of men into battle with everything from horses and swords to artillery and tanks. I've seen the headwaters of the Nile, and tribes of natives no white man had ever seen before. I've won and lost a dozen fortunes, KILLED MANY MEN and loved only one woman with a passion a FLEA like you could never begin to understand. That's who I am. NOW, GO HOME, BOY!" Lori Luthor Simon Valentine Darklings-symbiotes/Super-Adaptoids/Demogoblin Asteroid M(s)-Krakoa mysterium- Savageland(s) Danger (Zero-Techno-organic-Technoarchy Phalanx Barbuda Builders Most of the heroes consider Fury a good guy because the thought of him being a villain is too terrifying you will never be as bada$$ as this World War II vet from New York's Hell's Kitchen Fury started fighting the Nazis with his band of brothers the Howling Commandos first before moving onto more esoteric foes of humanity It was sometime between moving to work for the CIA and fighting a hate-ray powered clone of Adolf Hitler alongside a walking pile of rocks that Fury realized that when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. And thus has followed a several decade long Crowning Moment Of Awesome Why he is cooler than you will ever be: He has a Flying Car, he parks this Flying Car in his Flying Base filled with Life Model Decoys and psychic spies, he's fought radioactive robots in space, he's chased a warlord to another dimension to fight psychic duels with his literal Eyepatch of Power, he's hunted Godzilla he is a Badass Normal feared by Nigh Invulnerable beings, he is feared by Nigh Invulnerable beings because he has demonstrated the "nigh" portion by killing several, he never looks at explosions, he does, however ride motorcycles through explosions while shirtless and Dual Wielding Laser Pistols, he is literally ageless, he once willingly turned himself into an Eldritch Abomination to save reality, he's beaten up Adolf Hitler on more than one occasion Captain America Cyclops and Black Panther are Marvel's Batmen Bats even says Cap would be beat him though it would take a long time Master of the World, Leader/Maestro, Kang Doctor Doom White Wolf/Man-Ape/Killmonger (K'Liluna), Mandarin Baron Mordo Demonicus, Tomi Shishido-The Hand, Apocalypse- Weapon Infinity/Super Skrulls all cool X-Men villains, Azazel Selene Sebastian Shaw Sinister,clones of Madelyn Pryor (Goblyn Queen) (Karasu and Sojobo-Tengu) Margali Szardos Amanda Sefton (Scarlet Witch Storm and Agatha Harkness are Earth's High Priestess together,Homo novissima Sublime/Arkea, Cassandra Nova Neo, Children of the Vault, Romulus Onslaught Pandemic Vargas High Evolutionary Kingpin- The Owl/Count Nefaria/Mr. Negative/The Hood HydraCap- Wolfgang von Strucker/Zemo/Viper, Hive/Kraken/Scorpio- Nick Fury's clones Master Man/Warrior Woman/Baron Blood Bricklemoore twins Maybe Dracula Vampire Kingdom on the Moon Drakulon Arkon Foreigner Sentry/Taskmaster super soldier serum The Celestials are why we have mutants and other things don't just kill humans but sometimes give them powers, they made the Eternals also Namor- He's a mutant as well why he has wings on his ankles Atlantis Pietro-Crystal-Attilan-Inhumans- take command of Kree Intergalactic Empire Charles Xavier-Lilandra- Command of Shi'ar Intergalactic Empire (Kid Omega/Zen Gunnery) Storm-Black Panther-Wakanda (Techno Organic Jungle Intergalactic Empire) Monster Island- Archipelagos off Japan and Bermuda Triangle connect through vast passageways all across the earth through the Earth hordes of giant monsters commanded by Mole Man

[hoskinsvarietyshow]

At this point I think 5e D&D kinda ruined the idea of a fun free form gaming group. When I started learning about ttrpgs back in high school, 4e was out and unfortunately millenials weren’t nerd chic’ing it up so the only audience it had was people who thought video game-esque mechanics in their D&D was a bad idea. Shocking! Old men yell at clouds. With 4e being a failure, just about everyone I knew in the space was playing anything. Fate, Savage Worlds, Pathfinder, 7th Sea, Dungeon Crawl Classic, really old D&D, even Gurps. Old games, new games, we’re free of the curse of mandatory D&D so let’s try everything. 

Now? If you want to play a kitchen table game at someone’s house you’re either playing the most heavily modded and house ruled 5e game or you’re playing board games because Fred and Stan were called into work. Again. Because people wanna play the game they see everyone on twitch play. In the age of content creation you’ve got people making hours and hours of videos on how to “fix” 5e. Or how to make an insane character combo you’ll never get to play because we’re all playing heavily modded 5e so half the rules you used were thrown out before session 1. 

The peeps playing everything else are forced to live on discord servers, playing pickup groups with bad mics, arcane and non-user friendly online tools for games, barking dogs, crying babies, and burning meals. DM’s computer crashed twice and now they have a headache so maybe next month.

Your critical role fans are out in these streets not reading the book they bought at full price and not really sure how to actually play the game because Critical Role doesn’t really teach you that.

Now you have folks like me who quit all ttrpgs because no one else is willing to put in the work to make it fun. I have to READ? On my own time?? To have FUN?? Plus scheduling is a nightmare.

So when you tell me the newest wrinkle in the cyperpunk dystopia we live in is that the guys who turned a game you can play with a pencil and a sheet of paper into pooling $1000 for a microtransaction filled, subscription based, DRM Only, pdf unlocker that the biggest D&D show on the net shills non-stop and was just purchased wholesale by the evil corpo, I’m not surprised it gets worse. With a buncha folks snorting copium that it isn’t that much money. Either the ttrpg community is going to pay the money to play Official Only Web Based 6e or they’re going to play anything else. Literally anything else is more fun, I swear. D&D is a corpo run numbers generator. They will give you enough rope to hang yourself and then go through your pockets for coins.  

11DragonKid better quintuple in size after this. That person is doing so much good content for actual small games that aren’t run by the second shittiest toy manufacturers on earth. (Mattel are actual super villains.)

I guess my main take is the old grampy take of: I saw this a-comin'

WotC, like most corporations hates it when other people make money off of their intellectual property. For the past decade Magic: The Gathering has been at turns trying to destroy or capitalize on its secondary market. Do you think that there's a twice-a-year commander product because WotC sees the fans and wants to support what they do? No. WotC saw this very popular format and realized that they were making ~0 money off of it because commander players buy singles, rather than packs.

Do you remember the Brawl format? The one that is commander except it has cards rotate out 3 times a year? Yeah, they tried to make that stick a couple times.

So no, I'm not surprised about Hasbro's executives looking at the chaotic whirlpool that is OGL content for 5e and saying "How can we get THAT money?"

So, as someone who has seen this happen at least once before, it's hard for me to look at everyone that has been making content for D&D at no cost to WotC and not say "What did you think was gonna happen?"

But that's kinda mean and not helpful, because I know the answer to "Why did you make all this content for this brand?" is "Because I trusted them." And that IS a mistake, but I can't really blame people for believing someone when they say "We love you, we love this community, we love your work."

I think the gentleman in this video is right in his observations and expectations; the only point I disagree with is that 'splintering of the D&D community would be a bad thing'. It wouldn't be, if you follow, I don't know, Ginny Di and Zee Bashew and... (I don't know who else the kids are following these days) others? and each one of them went off and started creating content for a different game, you would now have access to content from those games. And If you didn't like their new content, you'd be free to go find content you did like.

However, I expect that in the next few months you'll likely see the bigger influencers throw their support behind WotC on this. He mentions that if Critical Role made their own game people would jump in immediately (and he's right), but what's more likely to happen is that Wizards will offer money, exclusivity and a token place at the table, and many influencers will jump at the chance.