#the brothers really hit a jackpot with them

[zivazivc]

For those of you wondering about Les's mysterious younger sibling. It's Hed, he's the little brother.

They share a mom who was a rock troll. Les's dad is funk, and Hed's dad is rock, but he lived in Vibe City since very young so he's also basically mixed genre like his bro.

In the second pic he's singing/rapping Tastes Just Like Chicken by Scatterbrain. I feel like this is the kind of music he would make when younger.

and bonus: meet the nominees for the worst parents award

[tender-rosiey]

pretty babies – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: idk about yall but I love me some drunk gojo

satoru never drinks, but when he does, ohoho, you’re in for quite the ride.

today was one of the days when he was less of a chaotic handful but more of an emotional mess who apparently can’t even remember his own wife. you sip on your drink, ignoring the drunk satoru leaning on the bar.

he slurs his words as he tries to flirt, “you’re sooo pretty, y’know that?”

you nod with a hum and give him no further reaction. in situations like these, you figured out that letting him go all out until he is tired and sleepy is the best solution. it really is like treating a baby.

thankfully, after many years of being in the presence of one gojo satoru, you’ve built up some patience.

he rests his head on the counter and he looks up at you, eyes wide and in awe, “I bet,” he hiccups and it is followed by a silly little giggle, “we’d make superrrr cute babies! like all round and chubby and we’d much on their cheeks like…mochi! yes! mochi…now I am hungry.”

a smirk makes an appearance on your face as you glance at satoru who is blabbering about building a family with you and spoiling you rotten.

a little teasing won’t harm anyone. so you quip, “you know,” and his attention is already on you, “you already gave me three super cute babies.”

his mouth is wide open in disbelief as he sits up, “no way!”

“yup! and they’re waiting at home for us.”

his eyes crinkle because of his wide grin, “really?!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, “you got photos?! please tell me that you do!” and he switches to a pout so quickly, it gives you whiplash.

however, you gladly pull out your phone and show him the multitude of photos you have.

ones ranging from him being in a crib to help the youngest one sleep to ones with two of the three kids ganging up on him and him desperately calling for your help. satoru goes through every single photo, head on your shoulder and cheek squished.

he is silent throughout it all and when he is done, he looks up at you, “so that means that you’re my wife?”

you nod and your fingers, naturally, find their place on his head. he feels a little shiver of satisfaction before he smiles, one lovesick and silly smile, “I really hit the jackpot.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I guess you did.”

so you take him back home where the kids are already asleep. satoru crashes on the bed right away, steady breaths filling the room. slowly, you take your place beside him and you feel his arms wrap around you.

he pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and you close your eyes, letting yourself be lulled to the land of dreams.

when you do wake up, you’re greeted by satoru literally on top of you and deep in sleep. you would like to let him sleep more especially since he looks so comfortable, but you’re going to suffocate at this rate. so you pat his back lightly, “satoru, honey, wake up.”

he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’.

not budging? then fine, you decide. you take as deep of a breath as you can then call for your kids, “who will help mama?!”

it’s quiet and you can feel satoru smirking against your skin. it looks like he won, but then a bunch of footsteps are heard and it’s your turn to smirk.

your husband lifts his head to glare at you—of course, not without sporting one of his famous pouts.

the door is then slammed open and your eldest son is there, “WHO DARES HURT OUR MAMA?!”

he gasps, very dramatically like a certain someone, and points at his dad, “PAPA?! you’re suffocating mama!”

“again?!” your daughter pops up from behind her brother, staring at her dad in disbelief.

they both stand beside your bed glaring at him and he glares back, the three of them forgetting why you called for your kids in the first place. so you do them a favor and remind them, “satoru…I AM GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!”

satoru is pulled  back by his shirt and your kids take turns in—trying—to beat him up. you get up, greedily breathing air till you’re satisfied. you ignore the screams of your husband until you’re done with your morning routine.

luckily enough, when you got out of the bathroom, you found no one except your husband.

laying on the ground.

presumably dead.

with a bunch of drawings on his face and his hair contained with multiple hair bands.

you snap a picture of him very quickly then you sit on the ground next to his corpse. you poke his butt and he groans, making you giggle, “what happened to the strongest sorcerer?”

he turns towards you with a small frown, “his pretty wife didn’t kiss him good morning so he had no energy to fight,” his head snaps towards the two tiny figures giggling behind the door, “these monsters.”

they squeal and run away once again before he catches them.

you gently take the hair bands off, “you’re lucky that our youngest devil is still asleep,” you then smooth down his hair and pat his head, “I love the smiley faces on your cheeks.”

he whines and rests his head on your shoulder, “stop bullying me!”

you hum and stroke his hair, “you know, you did something pretty cute yesterday.”

“I am always cute; what’re you talking about?”

“you flirted with me, your wife, and said we would make ‘super cute!’ babies,” you reveal and satoru seems unbothered. in fact, he seems proud and very happy with himself so you continue, “so I had to remind you of our three little devils and then I showed you pictures.”

he stands up, posing all confidently, “what can I say? I excel at everything even being cute—“

“then you cried like a little baby when I showed you my picture post labor and kept apologizing.”

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[cutielando]

happy | l.n.

synopsis: in which you guys get married

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"Why am I so nervous?" you asked Cisca and your mother, both of them helping you get the last things ready on your dress while simultaneously trying to calm you down.

"Darling, you're going to give yourself a panic attack if you don't stop stressing" Cisca said, your mother agreeing with her.

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror while the 2 mothers worked around you.

Your wedding day has been something you have waited for your entire life. The day Lando proposed, you felt one step closer to living your dream. Seeing yourself in your wedding dress all glammed up made tears well up in your eyes, but you kept them at bay.

It was supposed to be a perfect day, after all. You were marrying the love of your life in front of all of your families.

A knock on your door made you look anxiously towards the closed doors, your nerves worse than ever. 

Adam, Lando's father, poked his head inside, his eyes landing on all three of you.

"Are you ready?" he asked, eyeing you up and smiling.

"I'm nervous" you admitted, making him chuckle and enter the room, closing the door behind him.

Due to the fact that your father had passed away when you were young, Adam decided to step up and be the one walking you down the aisle.

Something that brought tears to your mother's eyes when he had first suggested it.

"Trust me, you can't be more nervous than the groom himself. He's been stressing about ever since he woke up" Adam reassured you, hoping it would make you feel slightly better.

It did, in all honesty. It made you chuckle as well, already imagining Lando stressing over every single small thing that you could possibly think of. His shoes weren't right, his tie was crooked, his curls weren't on point, you name it.

He was a perfectionist at heart, especially on this day since he wanted everything to be perfect. You deserved a perfect wedding day.

"Honey" your mother took your hands and smiled. "You remind me of myself on my wedding day to your father. I was a nervous wreck the entire we were planning the wedding, but when I saw your father waiting for me at the alter, nothing else mattered in that moment. You and Lando love each other dearly and you're going to have an amazing life together. Go out there and get your boy, leave the nerves at the door"

You nodded and hugged her tightly, burying your face in her neck.

"I'm ready" you told Adam once you pulled away, taking his arm.

"Let's get you married"

♡♡♡♡♡

As the music started playing and the big oak doors opened, your eyes immediately landed on your soon-to-be husband waiting for you, Max and his brother by his side.

Adam and you slowly walked towards him, smiling at the guests all around you. 

Once you reached Lando, Adam took your hand and clasped it in his, smiling at you with tears in his eyes.

"Take care of him for us" he said, making everyone in the room swallow down a giggle.

"I will" you whispered back, squeezing his hands before turning towards Lando.

Your eyes were locked on each other, a silent conversation taking place. He looked dashingly handsome, his tux amazing on his fit physique.  You really hit the jackpot with him.

"Hello, everyone" the reverend began speaking. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between these two exceptional young people, Y/N and Lando. I can see how excited the bride and the groom are, so I won't make this any longer than it should be. Y/N, Lando, have you prepared your vows?" you both nodded, and then the reverend motioned for you to go first.

You let out a deep breath, taking Lando's hands in yours.

"Way to make me break the ice, reverend" you joked, making everyone laugh including Lando. "Lando, you're my best friend, my partner in crime, my gaming buddy, the absolute love of my life, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. When we met all those years ago, I could only dream of reaching this day, the day that would make you officially mine forever. I'm grateful for everything that you do for me, for being who you are and for loving me despite my flaws. You always know what to say, you always know how to make me feel loved and appreciated. I'm proud of everything that you do, of how successful your career is and how much potential you're always showing. I love you, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days loving you and enjoying life by your side"

Everyone in the room was crying, your mothers holding onto each other as they silently cried in their tissues.

"Y/N, light of my life, I'm so proud of us for being here today. Ever since I laid my eyes on you when we first met, I knew you would be the woman that I would marry. You bring a light and stability in my life that I've been lacking for as long as I can remember. I can be myself when I'm around you, I can escape the fame and pressure when it's just the two of us, just how I want it to be. You have been nothing short of supportive in my career, coming to my races and cheering me on, believing in me when I didn't believe in myself. I cannot thank you enough. I promise to always love you and care for you, keep you safe and show you just how grateful I am to have you in my life. I love you so damn much and I cannot wait for you to finally become a Norris"

You smiled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes and ruin your perfect makeup, but you didn't care in that moment. The only thing you cared about was Lando.

"Do you have the rings?" the reverend asked, and Max quickly got the velvet box out of his pocked and gave it to Lando.

He took out the rings, giving you his while he took yours.

"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Lando Norris to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" you almost yelled out, making everyone chuckle due to how eager you were.

"Lando, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Lando smiled.

You both put your rings on each other's fingers, smiling like two idiots in love while waiting for the part of the ceremony that you had been looking forward to.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Lando, you may kiss your bride" the reverend hadn't even finished what he was saying before Lando wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you.

Everyone cheered for you, clapping and whistling for the two newlyweds.

As you pulled away, you didn't acknowledge anything around you except for Lando, your husband.

Finally, your husband.

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[quin-ns]

hey ! may i request some fluff with ethan landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers i love you to her but she was actually awake? (can either be established relationship or not) you can decide how she reacts :))

im so glad i found your blog because you write for many of the things that i like and it honestly felt like i hit jackpot seeing your masterlist. feel free to turn down this request/change it up !!hope u are having a good day/night <3

aw well I’m happy you found me! 🫶

writing this as a quick drabble/ficlet bc I like the idea but can’t think of a whole fic lol- enjoy!

Whispers (Ethan Landry x Reader)

You weren’t going to the party at first, but all of your friends were going and you didn’t wanna feel left out.

Getting drunk wasn’t exactly the plan either. However, you were already getting your ass kicked by classes and you wanted to let loose.

Your friends encouraged you as they did the same, all of you keeping an eye on each other.

Except, you got a bit too far ahead and ended up having to leave your friends Tara and Mindy behind on the dance floor (aka, the frat house living room floor). You ended up on a couch nearby and closed your eyes, trying to zone out and not focus on the headache-inducing music.

Did it have to be so loud?

You felt someone sit down next to you and you heard a familiar voice ask you a question.

“You alright?”

You didn’t have to look to know it was your friend Ethan. You could tell his voice anywhere, the two of you were pretty close. You and Ethan liked a lot of the same stuff and it was easy to talk to him about pretty much anything.

You met him a while ago and coincidentally, his roommate was the brother to your friend Mindy. You all ended up hanging out in a group after realizing that.

“A little too drunk,” you admitted, your head lolling to the side. You opened yours eyes and found him watching you curiously. “And very tired.”

“If you’re tired I can walk you back to your place.”

You made a noise of disapproval.

“It’s so far off campus, I’d rather just sleep here.”

Sinking into the couch felt like a really good idea.

“My dorm isn’t that far,” Ethan suggested with a shy smile. “Chad won’t care and it’s a weekend so you don’t gotta worry about class.”

You did take him up on that offer.

“You’re so sweet,” you told him as the two of you entered his apartment. You laughed to yourself, feeling quite lightheaded. “And cute.”

Ethan smiled at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but it’s a secret, so shhh,” you told him. You had a pretty huge crush on him, but you’d tried to keep it under wraps in order to maintain your friendship. But your words were coming out before you could stop them.

God, you were tired.

“Well, you’re pretty cute too,” Ethan said, then quickly changed topics when you didn’t respond right away. “You can take my bed, I’ll crash in the chair.”

He pointed towards a sad little beat up recliner.

You snorted. “No way, we can share.”

Ethan and Chad didn’t have bunk beds, so it was easy to kick off your shoes and climb into his bed. Another day you might’ve been more graceful, but it looked so comfortable and you couldn’t resist. Ethan did the same, not even changing into pajamas.

The two of you laid side by side and you tried to bite back a smile at the thought of being in bed with Ethan.

You rolled to the side, facing the wall, and closed your eyes. You were insanely exhausted and drunk, and really, really wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” you mumbled to him. “And thanks for this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he responded. There was a moment of silence where you thought he was going to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said, “Goodnight.”

You started to drift off to sleep, getting comfortable. Maybe ten minutes passed and you should’ve been asleep, but you weren’t.

“Are you awake?” Ethan asked softly.

You were right on the edge of falling asleep finally and you knew if you started talking, that would never happen. Whatever he had to say, you two could talk about it tomorrow.

“I guess you are asleep… and now I’m just talking to myself.” Ethan laughed a little and you tried not to smile. “That’s okay, you need sleep. I just wanted to say… I’m glad you trust me and that I can be here for you. I like being your friend, and I—I like you, y’know?”

It was quiet for a long moment. Your breathing remained steady and you thought maybe he’d closed his eyes and drifted off.

Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm over your body.

“I really like you, actually. Like I lot… as more than just a friend,” Ethan continued in a whisper. You could feel his heart racing against your back and you tried to not let on that you were awake. “Maybe even love you, but that’s crazy, right? We’re not even dating and I think I’m in love with you…

You really wanted to open your eyes, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. He’d just poured his heart out, it didn’t seem like the right move to surprise him.

“I’ll tell you for real someday, if I can ever get the courage to ask you out.”

You hoped that was a promise that Ethan could keep. You liked him too—a lot—and hopefully that day he’d ask you out would come soon. You really wanted to see how things would go because you had a feeling that you could be in love him too.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Universally pathetic part 2 (🌌true cosmic AU🌌)

Previous part

The chef's quest was almost over

After traveling throughout 100 234 998 universes, he was more than sure Maurice is the being who's always the same in every universe, observing oh so many versions of his brother, the chef didn't bother to read into all of his brother's versions heart, it didn't make much sense he thought... But at least the host couldn't say anything like "yeah but maybe you missed something by simply reading his mind woag " or something to that extent... It was a slower but safer move.

Some of them had a job, some lived alone, some were anthropomorphic fishes...

So far, each and every single Maurice met the chef's expectations, being a pathetic jerk. The chef even made a mental checklist, with the fundamental traits he saw in his brother:

always unsatisfied with what he has

always rude towards others

huge gamble addict

Maurice will NEVER consider becoming a better person

And there it was, the 100 234 999th universe, can’t wait to put the host in his place thought the chef.

Finally reaching the earth, looking for his last task...

"There !" The chef exclaims, spotting the location of his brother's house.

"Hum, looks like this appearance is-a one of the most common of them all... That's-a nice I guess..." He says as he inspects his brother while he's asleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Maurice's alarm went off, waking him up "huuuh... God... Damn it..." He punchs his alarm, shutting it down.

" Hum-um, alarm goes off at-a 5:10, punching it to shut it-a down, so far that's exactly how every other one behaved"

Maurice gets up, dresses up and goes straight to work...

" So far so good, not-a taking a breakfast and forgetting-a to lock the door, exactly as intended " says the chef, writing that down.

As he walked, Maurice sunk into his thoughts... " Stupid schedule... Stupid job... Stupid legs that can't take me further than a meter before hurting... "

Ah-AH ! About time he showed this side of himself, the never grateful grumpy man! The chef's expression shifted into a mischievous grin... The pieces were coming together, he just knew he's right, he just knows his brother universal nature.

The day continued, Maurice finally reached the trash factory, the chef following him close behind.

And so Maurice started his work, sorting recyclable material from garbage bags. " How can people be so dumb... Even if you write down on the packaging it's recyclable they'll still throw it in the garbage... It's as if everyone's blind..." He thought as he sighs out of boredom.

"Hum... Can't really count-a that as-a rude..." Though the chef

One of his co-workers addresses him " Hey Mauricino ! You got some coins by any chance? I need to buy my lunch and lost my wallet!"

" Do I look like an ATM machine to you ?" He says in a frown

" huh..."

" Leave me alone, there are better things to spend my money on, and you're not one of them" he turns back into his work

His co-worker goes away "wow... Rude..." He says flabbergasted

The chef is delighted " Rude towards others, I knew it ! Get-a ready to taste defeat-a Noise" another trait checked on the list. The chef shines bright colors as he imagines the host face when he'll shred his point into pieces.

The day went on... Untill 10pm Maurice was at work... Finally it's over, he gets to the exit and takes his check. 50 bucks... Truly a pathetic salary he thought, but that's the best he could find close to his home that hires people with no diploma...

Maurice went on his way home, the chef still following him close behind.

Suddenly, he passes by a small casino, he hesitates for some time, he just wants to go home... But... Maybe this time... He'll hit the Jackpot... He finally succumbs to the temptation. To the chef's delight, another thing off the checklist! Victory has never been so close!

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

10 dollars

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

nothing...

GATCHING GATCHING GATCHING

still nothing...

Maurice wasted all his paycheck... Again...

After some time, Maurice came back home.

It was past midnight, he ate a plate of undercooked spaghetti and went to bed.

" sucks at cooking and-a goes to bed without-a brushing his teeth... And... Oh... OH MIO DIO THAT'S IT !" The chef exclaims as he realizes his quest is finally done, he busts out in colors and stars in joy ! Warping space time around him as he celebrates his victory!

The distortion was strong enough to tangle his presence with reality, making him visible to the mortal eye and making his voice audible.

His celebration suddenly woke Maurice up, screaming in shock as he looks at what he thinks is a ghost

" WHAT THE- WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM ?!"

The chef stops his celebration, his colors going dull, he didn't notice he was visible, he slowly turns, harboring a shocked face

"huuuuuuh..."

Maurice is completely paralyzed, this... Being... Didn't look real at all... A bright colored humanoid creature ? What was in his meal, gasoline?

The chef looked stunned for a second... But, oh yes, he will rub his victory all over this pathetic jerk's face, he's expression shifts into a wicked smile

" Well, if you want-a to know, I am Peppino Spaghetti. Cosmic chef and ALSO THE GUY WHO JUST-A PROVED YOUR-A THROUGHOUT EVERY POSSIBILITIES IN EXISTENCE NOTHING-A MORE THAN A PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT !" He exclaims as he smiles mischievously at Maurice's face

" wait... Peppino... Spaghetti?" Maurice says while pondering... " Oooooh no, are you one of my weird ancestors cursing me because I didn't want to be a pizza chef ?!" Says Maurice, his shock turning into anger

The chef looks weirded out " What ? No... I'm-a not your ancestor, and I'm-a nothing like a ghost, I'm a cosmic chef ! A cosmic entity !"

" a cosmic what ?" He responds, looking somewhat confused " and what was that about me being a little shit ?!" He says very angered

" Ah, glad-a you mention it ! To make it simple, I watched your behavior and-a how you interact with the world, and turns out you behaved EXACTLY as I imagined! You are ungrateful, unkind, desperate, self destructive and MOST IMPORTANTLY you NEVER question yourself OR try to be better! "

" ... " Maurice looks shocked... He's trying to find a response, but the words can't escape his mouth

The chef feels his brother's emotions... A strong mix of anger and misery, he just wants to insult him with every curse words there is, and yet sadness prevents it from any to get away

" Huh... Sorry amico, I didn't-a mean to make-a you cry, but that's-a just the truth, I'm describing what I-a saw today!" Says the chef, wondering if he didn't went a little to hard on him...

" ... I... *Sigh* okay..." Maurice just lies down in his bed again, just hoping this weird cosmic thing leaves...

The chef looks completely weirded out... He expected a stronger reaction from his brother... It was... New...

This new behavior intrigued him more than anything... Maurice holding some kind of remorse? He's got to know more !

Something triggering the cosmic chef's curiosity?! How could that be ? Nonetheless he's willing to see the end of this story and understand what makes this universe's Maurice so special, until then...

===TO BE CONTINUED==>

[thehauntedinfirmary]

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other Say, what do you think all them saddles and boots was about? And there's many a cowboy who don't understand the way that he feels for his brother

Cowboys and romance go together like saddles and bridles. We hope you giddy up to enjoy these under a big prairie sky (or in the comfort of your favourite reading spot)

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red wine supernova - bergoose | 10k, Not Rated

A wave of dizziness hit her, and it was then that Shane knew something was really wrong. Her body ached, her legs weren’t responding, and she was suddenly aware of a stinging sensation on the back of her neck. Did she get scratched by a bat?

She brought a shaky, uncoordinated hand to the back of her neck. When she pulled it back, it was wet, a liquid too thick and sticky to be sweat. It was too dark, and her vision was swimming but Shane had a feeling she knew what coated her fingers.

Before she could call out Ryan’s name uselessly, her eyes fluttered shut.

Down to Brass Tacks - sequence_fairy | 7k, E

What's a pair of cowpokes who've got a jackpot to spend between them to do other than spend it on the local tavern girl they're both passing fond of?

Whispers in the Sagebrush - ÉcrivainFantôme (EcrivainFantome) | WIP, 11k, E

“Something’s eating the sheep,” Lizzie says, before her horse comes to a full stop before Ryan and the gang.

Ryan feels a shiver down the back of his spine. Of course the sheep would go missing by the river. Of course it would be by the laughing woods - the copse of wild trees and sagebrush that whisper in the night.

This has trouble written all over it.

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TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 4

Hello my fellow icemav enjoyers, I bring to you more fic recs, freshly harvested from the local fields. If I list an author below, I also recommend checking out their profile for their other works as well!

Rec list 1 here

Rec list 2 here

Rec list 3 here

Where Are You Going by @adiduck

They’ve both heard all the philosophical bullshit, of course. Poems about your soul forever seeking its other half, impassioned treatises they were supposed to read in high school English about how you know where your own limbs are, quotes from long-dead guys about physical distance but hearts taking up the same space--that kind of bullshit. Maverick never put much stock in that kind of thing--he’d hated school. It probably shouldn’t have been surprising that Ice also really did not care about the science or philosophy--they were supposed to be perfect for each other, after all. (Or: There’s a handshake in the O Club the first night of Top Gun, and the very bearing of “magnetic North” shifts permanently under Ice and Mav’s feet)

Soulmate AU!!!!! This is so cleverly put together, the worldbuilding details are delicious and so very excellent, and the characterisation is on point. A very fun and enjoyable read 💖

Polaroid Picture by @betanoiz

man, we used to be brothers. superheroes and warriors. - The story of Maverick and the important relationships in his life, as told through photos.

The author plays with form through the use of pictures in this fic, using them to broaden the story and really show the character's relationships with each other. A very soft landing that hits all the right notes.

Ever Higher by @astolat

Maybe he wouldn’t have thought of it on his own, but soon as he’d heard about it—well, it was fucking obvious, wasn’t it? There was no other way to keep climbing.

I read this the first time, had to sleep on it, then come back to digest it properly. The author fits so much into every single sentence - the plot and the reveal hit you straight to the chest, no room to avoid it.

Mach 4 Mile High Club by @topgunreacts

In a civilian bar off base, Ice finds half-price drinks, trivia, and Maverick. The drinks he's expecting. The trivia he can handle. He isn't ready for Maverick.

This is just pure fun!! The back and forth between Ice and Mav builds deliciously throughout the story, the smut is top tier, and the finale lands just perfectly.

that’s what i love (about sunday) by @gracedbybattle

For the past few years, Ice has gotten used to the silence. But their house isn’t so quiet anymore.

Established icemav and the daggers can be so so good actually!! The domestic fluff here hits all the right notes.

Decent by @lambourngb

Ice was aware of the old adage, 'Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover', but he had seen Maverick fly, and now that they were teaching together, he was pretty sure he had Mav figured out. There were lots of reasons for Mav to be insanely confident; he had movie star looks, he had gifted hand-eye coordination in the sky, and he had no discernible shame trigger. Turns out, probably all of that was true, but Mav had one more reason for his swagger.

I have been converted to the Mav has a big cock agenda. Enough said.

Take the Long Way by @kerbyfullyloaded

Five times Iceman tried to get Maverick to come home and the one time he finally did.

This and it's sequel are so full of satisfying emotion - this author has such an excellent voice for the characters and it very much comes through in the prose!

Centrifugal Motion (Perpetual Bliss) by @brendaonao3

A month after the DADT repeal goes into effect, Ice finally gathers the courage to tell Mav he wants another chance.

The pining! The second chances! The yearning that threads its way through this, oh... so very soft and good 🥺

A Box of Love by @film-in-my-soul

It's black and embossed, a medium-sized thing with a careful label facing outward— Wedding, 2014. Jackpot.

Married icemav my beloved. The established relationship is written so tenderly and well, with an understanding between the two of them that I hold very close to my heart

[brianwashere]

saw requests were open so might as well request :p ; imagine being peter parker’s younger brother that also has spider powers and during the snap peter turn dust so most likely aunt may did as well. So reader was most likely homeless for a while until matt murdock comes in as daredevil and becomes a father figure for the reader :)

Kicking my feet and giggling. I haven’t got a req in so long and I love getting them so this made me very happy. So sorry the ending is abrupt I really wanted to get this posted!

If anyone wants another part to this I will write more!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Paining: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Male!Teen!Spider!Reader

Genre: family stuff(?) it’s all light hearted

Summary: look at req

Tw: a bit of language, probably; Matt punches reader on accident lmao

Fear’s corner

You seemed to only be scared these past few months. You were scared when you watched your brother climb aboard that flying alien donut. You were scared when you lost connection to his com and phone.

You were scared when you held your Aunt May and watched her turn to dust.

You were scared when the landlord kicked you out and called CPS after she realized you couldn’t pay rent.

It had been two months living on the streets. Two months starving; two months waiting for Peter to come home. Deep down you knew he’d suffered the same fate as Aunt May.

The cold winter winds rattled your bones and caused you to pull the threadbare ski jacket closer to your body. You shivered and kept moving down the street.

Tonight was a shitty night. You never stopped your spidey-work because you knew if Peter was here he’d want you to continue. Tonight was too cold for it, the suit doesn’t exactly provide thermal insulation, and the suit that was a gift from Mr. Stark was only for emergencies.

As you wandered through Hell’s Kitchen you searched for any grocery stores or restaurants with accessible dumpsters so that you could dig through and find food. You squinted at the sign of a large glass door entrance and saw it was a grocery store.

Jackpot.

Walking around to the dumpster, you took a running start and scaled the wall, not so gracefully landing on top of the dumpster.

You grabbed one of the two lids and threw it over. The heavy black plastic banged against the green rusted metal and you cringed.

The black bags seemed to taunt you, reminding you of how low you’ve sunk in only two months. You shook your head and jumped down, beginning to tear through garbage bags upon garbage bags.

You found an unopened granola bar and ripped the packing open, gobbling it down without another thought. You gulped heavily, pushing the last of the granola down and taking a large gasp of air. You got back to searching for more food.

That’s when you got the feeling. Your spidey-senses were tingling. You grabbed ledge of the dumpster and threw yourself over. A man in a red suit with devil horns landed in front of you. Stumbling back, your back hit the brick wall of the dumpster.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said collectedly.

You gulped and easily jumped over the brick wall, taking off in a sprint.

“Hey, wait! Hold on!” The man called.

You sprinted even faster, any stranger chasing you and telling you to ‘hold on’ was an automatic threat.

You could hear footsteps following you.

‘Holy shit. This guy’s fast.’

You ran down the dark streets, trying to find somewhere to get up higher. You turned down a pitch black alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, scaling it as fast as you could. You grabbed the ledge of the building and dragged yourself over it, gasping for breath.

Two red boots blocked your vision and you shot up. The man punched you right in the eye before gasping suddenly and gripping your hoodie.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” The question was more rhetorical but you shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

He didn’t need to know your age or that you were on your own. You began to flail to get away but air wasn’t reaching your lungs. The man let you go and you broke into a coughing fit. Collapsing to the ground, you wheezed for breath, desperate for air.

“Hey, hey kid, breathe. Breathe. In and out.” He spoke softly to you.

You followed his instructions and realized there was a weight on your back. This stranger was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“There you go, just calm down, Kid.” He comforted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the first positive touch you’d had in a while.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” The vigilante asked.

You shook your head, seeming to forget that you shouldn’t be telling him this. He sucked in a breath.

“I know someone I can take you to, ok?” The devil said quietly; silently asking if you would go.

You just nodded pathetically. Trying to get up was very wobbly for you. The man helped steady you though.

“You’re in no condition to jump rooftop to rooftop,” He said, seemingly to himself. “We’ll walk instead.”

You just shrugged half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very tired. You met his mask and he gestured near the ladder expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him but began your descent down the fire escape.

You finally reached the point where you could jump off. You landed on your feet, but your knees buckled and you fell back. The man was standing over you in a second. He reminded you of Peter some.

Peter would always be the first one by your side if he thought you were hurt.

You stood up slowly and dusted yourself off.

“Follow me.” The red man instructed.

You caught up to walking beside him. You glanced around the buildings and cleared your throat.

“So uh…what’s your deal, huh? You just go around finding homeless kids to shove into randos’ homes?” You asked, trying to fill the void noise.

He seemed surprised you could talk and fumbled over his words.

“I am Daredevil, protector of Hell’s Kitchen.” He stated.

“Wow.” You said, unimpressed. “So is that like—the full name or is it just Daredevil?” You teased.

He huffed out a laugh, seeming to realize the ridiculousness of his introduction.

“Just Daredevil.” He smiled.

You nodded some.

“So this ‘guy’ you know…is he like..some foster care guy…?” You really didn’t wanna go into the system; you’d met other homeless kids who had ran away from their foster families because of how awful it was.

“…no. Would you rather he be?” Daredevil responded.

“Hell no. I think I’d rather die.” You laughed some.

The silence was more than slightly awkward. You cleared your throat. Your eye throbbed.

“Soooo…why’d you punch me?” You swung your arms back and forth.

He choked at that.

“Thought you were a criminal. And an adult. Most people don’t run unless they’re guilty.” Daredevil explained.

You hummed in acknowledgement. It was his turn to ask questions now.

“So how’d you just…jump that wall like that?” He asked.

“Oh uhhhh. Parkour…?” You tried.

The red man nodded some, though he didn’t look at all convinced.

The rest of the walk went well. He stopped at an apartment complex and buzzed in.

“Fourth floor. Room 14.” He stated before running off.

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him scurry off.

‘What a weird guy.’

You just shook your head and began your ascent to the fourth floor.

When you got to the fourth floor and room 14 you paused, hearing various crashes and curses. A few seconds later the door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. He was dressed in a wrinkly t-shirt and pair of sweatpants; he was staring right over you.

You started to regret coming into the apartment complex.

“Uh…the devil guy told me to come here.” You stated.

He blinked and his face morphed into one of what you supposed to be surprise. It more just looked like over exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah come in,” the brown haired man opened the door wider for you to pass through. “I’m Matt. Matt Murdock.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah…so you’re uh…some kinda—“ You made a vague, random gesture with your hands.

Matt just blinked and waited for the end of your sentence. It was then you noticed his eyes didn’t actually track and movement or shifts of light.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you blind?” You attempted to ask politely.

At that he cracked another smile and laughed some.

“Indeed I am. I hope that won’t be much on a problem.” Matt grinned at you.

“No! No of course not!” You rushed to explain, at which he laughed more.

“Calm down, Kid—“ The rest of his sentence faded out as you zoned in on those three words.

The words that had been uttered to you not half an hour before. By the same voice. Matt seemed to catch on that something was wrong.

“Everything alright, Kid?” He asked concerned.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you?” You swallowed thickly.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“No? Why would you say that? Why would I even know Daredevil?“ Daredevil started.

“Your voice is the exact same as his. And you’re the only one who’s ever called me ‘Kid’ before.” You explained.

He pursed his lips, looking more disappointed in himself than anything else.

“Yeah I’m—I’m Daredevil.” He awkwardly stated.

“So…you’re not really blind?” You knit your brows together.

“No, I’m blind it’s just that I can—it’s hard to explain, let’s just get you settled in for now.” He changed the subject.

It left you more confused but you supposed you had no better option but to agree. You hadn’t slept on anything remotely related to a couch in two months and you couldn’t wait to get the best night’s sleep of your life.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party: Halloween Hijinks

Mabel’s Sour to Sweet Halloween

Mabel Pines was not having a good night to say the very least and to think it had started off so well even. She had been invited to a halloween party and she decided to dress up for the occasion in a Playboy bunny outfit which did wonders showing off her stunning form. Her date loved her costume, especially considering how he he eyed her chest which was something she was plenty used to as she loved turning heads and making jaws drop, man and woman alike after puberty had really been a jackpot for her. Unfortunately, her mood soured quickly as it became obvious her boy of the week, not at a stage where his face and name were worth remembering,had only one thing on his mind because of course it was this sort of bullshit she was used to.

Now Mabel may act like she was ditzy, if not a total airheaded bimbo but past failed romances had made her more observant especially since that fateful summer when she was 12 going on 13. So when she noticed the guy slip something into her drink, she immediately asks the bartender for an angel shot while motioning to her soon to be expecting a night of misery pending being dumped date. the bartender nodded in understanding of course and even swapped the drinks for good measure, before motioning to the back office where Mabel went, sat there and waited. While the bartender made a call to the local department, She was annoyed and frustrated that another date went downhill.

Honestly, she blamed the reputation she had and it was easy to see what she meant. Ever since puberty hit and her breasts grew into blimps, she had had a reputation spread by bitter, jealous girls who were clearly just upset that their boys couldn't keep their eyes on them and of of her. Her first plan was to go home, pop open a beer, and finger one out to her favorite Zigzag short vid or film for the night. Unfortunately, that went downhill as she found a text telling her that her brother/roomate, who was the only ride she had as he had a licence, was going back to their pace with a baddie on his arm.

While a part of her was upset, another was glad her brother was finding someone to have fun with, when it was at this point, the officer who was sent to handle her situation, none other than Krillin, finally arrived and loaded the guy into the back seat of his cruiser, while Mabel rode in front figuring the compact cop wouldn’t mind helping her out. As the raiser drove on down along the nighttime streets, She couldn’t be help but eye Krillin and recognized his face, having thought he seemed kind of familiar. Though she highly doubted this is the same guy who was none other Don Juan Sanchez, the famous a human porn star of many of Double Z’s growing library of human dude on furry female works, but she could see too many similarities. And given her current level of pent up frustration, it was giving her some naughty ideas….

Deciding to play it cool and steady, She asked if he was upset, having noticed the slight deadpan look on the cop’a face with Krillin answering that he originally had plans to go trick or treating with his wife and daughter. But of course because apparently a co worker decided to be a total jackass and get drunk instead of showing up for work, he was now stuck covering the moron’s shift. Feeling sympathetic and rather bold in wanting to play out one of her Juan Sanchez fantasies, Mabel offered up a consolation prize, cupping and bouncing her large leotard clad melons in his face. Krillin looked at her with concern and said given what she nearly went through, he would be taking advantage, which only flattered the Pines girl.

Mabel assured him that she was plenty fine more, just disappointed at her bad luck with love. According to her as she shared her track record, She had only ever gotten this far 3 other times so yes she was fsr from any sort of slutwhore in spite of the body she was packing. The first guy jizzed his pants when he got her top off and ran out crying, like a little bitch while the second couldn't get it up, even with a shot from a defibrillator (family guy joke there, one of their good ones), and the third...well let's just say he was a freak and not in the real fun way, don’t ask. Seriously just don’t…..

Long story short, She just wanted to have some fun and it was Halloween for Pete’s sake. Krillin is quiet a moment before he picked up speaks some lingo into the radio before turning into a quiet, isolate dead end alley. In but a mere few minutes, her anticipation growing along with her arousal, Mabel wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented before her as she pulls her costume open and got right down to business. Soon she was bouncing on Krillin's lap riding him hard and fast and loving every second of it, hearts glowing in her eyes as inches of glorious pussy pleasing womb hammering meat sank into her snatch.

In the midst of this rutting, she looksee at still drugged up dirtbag, still in the confines of the backseat, who may have been forgotten about, by Krillin at least but not by her, and the playboy bunny pines girl smiled lewdly and spitefully as flips him off. Making it clear to him that whether or not this is a dream, sh had found a better man who was doing it for her in ways he could never even imagine ad ooh did he blow his chance. The inside of the car was cramped but Krillin's small size proved a boon as they got ready to keep at it, much to Mabel’s sexy delight. She wasn’t sure if Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez just yet but she felt he was passing off well enough t make it feel like she was living out a wet dream come to life.

Especially when Krillin would feast on Mabel's massive melons as she rode herself to completion, taking her in any and every which way possible in the confines of the cruiser’s front seat. Feeling every bit the horny, slutty bunny she was dressed like as she could see the bumping bulge in her stomach from how deep Krillin’s cock was reacting her womb, unable to help herself from sensually praising him and calling him Juan or Daddy. Orgasm rocking her, one after the other as she got herself quite a treat for putting out a trick for the compact stud cop. The police cruiser rocking and shaking, back and forth as the windows steamed up, her palms occasionally pressing and smearing the glass (eat your heart out Titanic).

After several rounds of passionate, orgasmic sexual ectasy, they finally stopped, fixing up their uniform or costume to seem presentable, and resumed the drive, heading back to Mabel’s place. Dropping her off and kissing her goodbye, much to her delight as she added a little tongue for good measure before waving him off and away. She entered her apartment and dropped to the bed, her body finally limp as the energy drain from her erotic quickie caught up to her, vaguely hearing the sound of her brother finishing up for the night. A big goofy smile on her face at the swel of victory thst bith Pines twins had gotten themselves some action his Halloween night, a classic tradition for them.

Meanwhile back at SCPD headquarters, his commanding officer and the ladies of his team were all watching in awe as they saw Krillin in action with Mabel. Never had they been more thankful for that secret set of mics and cameras they had installed in his cruiser, they’d been expecting a show when he made that dispatch call but goddamn!! They only wish he could’ve taken the Pines girl up in the alley but still he really made the most of the minutes he had. It definitely helped make up for having him work another shift on Halloween and reminded him why he was their favourite guy…..

18 meanwhile was watching via a secret feed of her own into the patrol car and looking over Mabel, wonders if she would be interested in working for Zigzag. She’d see about looking her up and getting into contact so they could disguise and make some arrangements, that is after she finished a little bean flicking. Ooh she was going to show Krillin a lot of love for this treat soon as he finished that beat but just seeing him in action like that? Really got her in the mood and made her fall in love with him all over again.

For those wondering, yes Krillin got real wild with his voyeuristic wife soon as he got home and the blonde had made her appointment with Mabel once she got in touch with her on social media. And made the busty Pines babe feel like she hit the jackpot when she confirmed for her that yes indeed, Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez and she’d just done it with her favourite porn star. And should she be willing, she could see to it that she could get the chance again and again, as it just so happened Zigzag was looking to slight expand he human star roster. Mabel could only ask how soon could she start, much ti the kinky cyborg’s amusement as she made a new friend once more in the Krillin Lovers’ club…that Halloween night had been a real treat.

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A Howling Good Time

Loona just glowered as she was want to do like the moody, broody Hellhound she as she hung around at a local watering hole in Satan City, having come on over up the living world with the rest of IMP for Halloween, one of the very few times of the year Demons like them could walk about in the open without disguises. So being the pissed, surly possible teenager she was, she opted to spend time by herself just walking around in her au naturale hellhound form going from bar to bar, taking a few drinks to stave off her boredom. Honestly, she would rather be partying in Hell than up here with these boring knuckle heads, christ how she hated Earth, everyone around here was so fucking stupid. And she couldn’t get drunk fast and hard enough, they had some weak shit around here which of course made her plenty moody and surly

Her drinking in public eventually lead some trouble her way, her attention turning to find herself getting grabbed by nine other than Satan City’s own Samaritan cop, Krillin, who was in a foul enough mood himself at being stuck on duty on another Halloween night, just his damn luck. Thinking of him as a bald version of Moxxie, she paid him no mind and even attempted to swing her currently empty bottle at him in anger, only to freeze when he catches her hand like it was nothing. Realizing she's in genuine trouble, the lush Hellhound tried to run only to be tackled down and subdued, much to her growing frustration. Blitz was never going to let her head the end of this if he ever heard about it and she wasn’t too fucking drunk to know she had to think fast or she was screwed.

Loona, desperate enough snd maybe just a teeny bit fuelled by booze, started to put the moves on Krillin, attempting to get him to back off, after all there was no way a runt like him would be so bold right? However, to her surprise yet again, he returns the flirting attempts in kind and even spanks her. She actually enjoys it a bit being dominated and even asks, "Can I have another?" as she shuddered at the delicious sting of pain in her furry booty. Something about such assertive dominance combined with the taint of booze was stirring something within her…..and she liked it, a lot.

Krillin, having gotten the all clear from 18 to have fun tonight, started to pull her into an empty alley, a nice little isolate spot for some cosy privacy from prying eyes and ears which only mad her arousal increase in anticipation. Once they were in deep enough, he handcuffs her to a pipe for extra affect which the hellhound girl found to be really making her wet. Sensually panting as he lifted up her shirt to expose her furry titties and pried her shirt shirts off of her toned, luscious legs. Finding a sticky web like trail of nectar clinging between them and her slit which radiated with sexual heat, the compact cop threw them aside he then proceeded to kiss her, locking lips with her muzzle.

It was ths kiss alone that truly put her into Bitch in heat mode as she pushed her tongue back against his, feeling orgasmic and thenguy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet. But once he had, the sight of that length and girth far bigger than a guy his size and all should be allowed to was nothing compared when he started using it on her. Taking her from behind or flipping her over and pinning her to the wall, making her moan and howl in wanton ecstasy and abandon as inches of that big human cock railed and rammed into her hot wet snatch like a jackhammer. Loona's screams for more and her lust howls of pleasure started getting too loud to a degree that he had to muzzle her with his belt, wrapping the strap around her muzzle which she found really turned her on bad..

After a few rounds, Krillin is called on his radio to react to an apparent murder, Loona’s orgasm hazed brain likely figuring that had to be Blitzo and the M&M duo having done their job. He responds that he’ll be here to check out the scene as soon as possible, a quick apology to Loona for this fuck and run, a least made the time and effort to leave the keys to the cuffs, but in a bit of oversight the keys were out of her reach. Much to her annoyance as she slumped against the wall, limbs numb from pleasure and pussy gushing with hot, creamy manjuice oozing down her furry thighs. Biting her lip as she shuddered in the afterglow of post orgasmic stupor, annoying as she spat realising she forgot to even ask his damn name.

A few thugs who were cutting a shortcut through his way of course happened to find Loona in her current tied state and step up to approach her. The normally in control and aggressive, temperamental especially at most times, finds herself feeling particularly annoyed with the obvious intentions of this pack of assholes who assumed she was a horny slutty furry or just some bitch in a sexy costume to take shameless advantage of. Like she was about to be out through some cliche hentai gangfuck scenario like in those trashy porn comics they’d sell in lust and thanks to the cuffs and muzzle, her options for self defence were limited second to none. Just what she needed, she has maybe the best fuck from a guy who’d just met her and now these pricks were going to up and taint it all for their cheap ass thrills because they couldn’t even afford a woman to look their way.

Thankfully, the thugs were quickly and swiftly dealt by the timely arrival of nine other Moxxie and Millie, who proceeded to cap the motherfuckers in a way they never even saw it coming. Loona in relief and gratitude soon as they uncuffed her and got the belt off of her muzzle, suddenly kisses Moxxie, but she tries to shrug it off like it was no big deal. The sweet possum of course decided turnabout is fair play and kisses Loona himself even grinding on her a bit, letting the hellhound feel his size. realizing he is far bigger than she ever thought or realised. Even mentally him comparing to the stud who rocked her a short time ago but was annoyingly too sore to pursue, he’d just been that good.

Sensually biting and licking her lips at the sudden make out between the Hellhound girl and her husband, Millie helped Loona get dressed soon as they finally broke their kiss apart before they all go back to hell. Giving her furry booty a quick slap as the lair decided not to ask Loona what exactly happened to her that got her in that state to begin with. They’d all had a long night, the job was done and Halloween would be finishing up soon so they had to haul ass back home. Loona reminding her she’d be making damn sure to get back at Moxxie for that kiss, shuddering at the distinct orgasmic tingle it had sent up along her spine and to her brain, wondering what a threesome between him and Krillin would be like….

Krillin in the meantime wasn’t sure what to make of the crime scene before him, on the one hand the victim wasn’t exactly someone anybody would actually miss. But supposedly the death was made or tried to be made to look like a suicide except no suicide by gunshot would see you riddled with more holes than Swiss cheese, to say nothing of the tail of wounded security and body guards who could only mumble about red possums and goats. It didn’t help that the security cameras and everything they ruled do the night got trashed so if this was the work of professionals? They were thorough if somewhat sloppy and reckless but Helluva piece of work for sure…

Krillin since that night hasn’t seen or heard from Loona since that Halloween night though on his OnlyZzFans page saw him get a few dms from someone called HellBitchMoon. Checking to find some messages from the Hellhound herself who’d no doubt found his work a Don Juan Sanchez and wasted no time in wanting to get intimately reacquainted with him. Her texts making it clear she felt she owed him payback for that hat little fuck and run, the sexy nude pictures she included captioned to remind him what to look forward to. The short king wondering just what he got himself into only for Zigzag to pop behind him, reading over his shoulder as she enquired who his new lady friend was.

Back in Hell on Loona’s side of things, she had since hooked up with Moxxie and Millie as a close, intimate friend with benefits and had found that the only fat the thespian imp had on him was the one he had been packing between his legs. Showing he was plenty on par with her rando cop stud and learning first hand one of the many reasons Millie had married the guy. Which certainly motivated and inspired a new standard in her tastes in men, more so once she came across Double Z studios and seen some of the handiwork of one Don Juan Sanchez. It didn’t matter if that wasn’t his real name or not, all she knew she for sure was, she was going to have that dick again, one way or another.

Oh right if you’re wondering what had happened with Blitzo that Halloween night, it hadn’t been too rough for him. Except for the fact some of their target’s protection platoon had shot him right in his asscheeks with a few rounds of hot lead. So he had to spend some time in one of the Sloth ring’s hospitals with his ass bandaged and plastered to heal up and repair much to his annoyance. He didn’t mind it uo the ass once a while but this was just ri-goddamn-diculous!!

(Not connected to A Little Moxxie Love, my 3 main fics are all based within their own respective universes with my particular spin on them. So any versions of chars from those respective series appearing in any crossovers are that particular universe's version)

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Filling an Empty Heart

Many have been the stories told in Satan City of strange and weird ti be found in some of its oldest parts, back when it’d been known as Orange Star City but chief among them was the tale of Annabelle the lust demon, who’d been been locked away in a cemetery trapped by a monster hunter for centuries. Most would’ve chalked it up as a cheesy urban legend, the sort of thing teenagers told at campfires or sleepovers and slumber parties snd parents to their kids as a sort of bogeyman but in this Halloween Night a lovely young couple woild prove thst to not be the case. Leave it to a pair of hormone addled horny teens to commit the classic horror movie sim by hiding in that very cemetery to make out and unknowingly break the seal and release the demonic woman from her long, solitary slumber.

Our naive foolish love birds of course, failing to notice the obvious red flags here, instead saw a strange woman who was looking awfully sick and tired, thinking she had been locked in as part of a cruel prank and went to help her. This proved to be a bad idea for you see folks, Annabelle here was a succubus had a rather dark hunting method which they found out via first hand experience as she reached into their chests and pulls out glowing red heart-shaped balls of energy before eating them, relishing a flavour only she could taste as her treats contained her victims’ memories of people and especially, particularly love and happiness. Feeding on those she regained her strength, the sensation of finally feeding once more after who knows how long a thrilling sensation but not yet enough to fill the void deep within her, at least not yet as she spread her tired wings and took flight to go into the city. It was but a mere handful of hours before she started to amass a sizeable body count, too busy binging to care of any attention this might send her way.

As more were falling victim in the city, we come to check on Krillin who was off trick or treating with his wife and daughter, the Chestnut family trio rocking a classic medieval fairy tale theme (him dressed as a paladin, 18 as a queen, and Marron as a pretty little princess), only for them to find Annabelle herself by accident in the midst of enjoying her latest conquest. Right then and there as they were in one another’s line of sight, the compact cop got a called from his commanding officer informing him that some woman was seen assaulting people throughout numerous locations Satan City, given her descriptions which the strange predatory creature before them fit to T. Krillin wasted no time in stepping up into defensive position, warning 18 and telling her to get Marron to safety to which she obliged and wished him the best of luck, of which he had a feeling he going to need plenty. And not the kind on par with the risk of death that had come from facing the likes of Frieza and Majin Buu, oh no…more the sort thst implied he was going to need an ice cold bath.

Annabelle:*Her current target forgotten as she had her eyes on Krillin licking her lips ravenously before declaring.* "A paladin my favorite!" *Driven by her gnawing hunger, she charged at him as he wasted no time in leading her on a chase through the nearby woods, getting somewhere isolated. Once there, they proceeded to clash before she got a lucky shot in, reaching into Krillin's chest pulling out a massive heart energy. She drooled as the sight the memories of all his friends, his wife, daughter, and various other women, beholding such love and happiness in absolute awe.*

Thankfully before she can take a bite, Krillin blasted her away which caused the glowing heart orb to make its way back to him, much to his relief. Before she could recover and lash out in retaliation for her sweet meal being interrupted, she was suddenly finding herself bound by wrappings. Which Krillin recognized as the bandages of Mr. Mummy, who revealed his presence stepping out from the shadows accompanied by none other than the little sister of Master Roshi, Fortuneteller Baba. The elderly seer explained she hadn’t just shown up out of coincidence, stating that she sensed something wrong and happened to have been nearby when Klown and explained how she came upon this situation.

Naturally it seemed only fair to Krillin to share what information he had as he caught Baba up to speed on the current set of circumstances. As this was happening, the bound up Annabelle suddenly began to break down into tears sobbing heavily, almost ugly crying, much to their befuddlement. Baba realised then what the reason was for this as she revealed that the unfortunate creature before them was a succubus, a demonic being of lust and desire who can in fact fall in love. When their heart is broken, however, it creates a void that is difficult to fill, leaving them with a gnawing hunger that drives them to binge and feed aimlessly and needlessly.

This woman no doubt went through such a thing and thus had to feed to cease her pain, futile as it seemed. Krillin, feeling sympathetic, had an idea that she wanted love, well then he’d give her some love. At least he hopes it will work but hey it wasn’t an easier gamble than a lot of the wild stunts Goku and Vegeta had pulled in their whole lifetime. Okay yeah sure she was a violent sex demon but she had circumstances, it wasn’t like she was some genocidal planet killer, right?!

Pulling out some dyno-caps as he found a particular one he was looking for, he clicked the button and threw it as the smoke popped to unveil a small trailer, something for traveling vacations or if 18 got in the mood. Which of course happened more times he could count or be willing to admit as he went and picked Annabelle up, carrying the still crying, confused succubus in there before laying her of the soft bed and kisses her. She reluctantly kisses back, and soon finds herself getting into it, wrapping her arms and around Krillin as her bindings became undone. Baba having had the Mumy undo them as the pair put a good bit of distance between them and the trailer, something told them they’d need to give Krillin some privacy as it was best to trust this unorthodox plan he had in mind.

Annebelle;”Well then, go ahead boy, see if you can heal my heart." *The heartbroken succubus taunted which made a contrast to the hazy love struck look in her eyes from making out with the compact stud as they’d stripped one another naked. What soon follows was a stream of loud swears and screams of pleasure, as the succubus is taken for the wildest ride of her life. The sound of the bed springs squeaking and the trailer's suspensions straining fills the night air as Annabelle howled out for more. Riding him cowgirl style in forward and reverse, and even trying to dominate him with the amazon position, but failing much to her rapturous delight.*

Annabelle:*The predatory lust fiend soon then found herself pinned and taken in a mating press as Krillin even takes It a step further using a ki technique to lock he arms to the wall, and pound her even deeper and harder as he had her face pressing against it.*"Come on baby, show me what you got! I know you got the stamina. Keep those creampies coming!" *It was pretty clear that Krillin’s plan was proving effective and then some, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found herself feeling so..utterly loved and in love for the first time since forever. After over a dozen rounds in different positions the bed breaks, and Krillin has her in missionary position on the floor as she is close to her limit.*"Do it baby! One more! Just one more! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT DADDY! I LOVE YOU!!"*With that sexy declarative cry, she lets out a final orgasmic scream before she collapses into a heap of satisfaction as the warm afterglow took her, feeling truly fed and her void gone.*

The hazy light of dawn starting to shine in the windows as Krillin sat by the succubus catching his breath. With the job done, Baba finally entered the trailer, wincing at the smell, before grabbing the succubus with her telekinesis, saying she would look after her. It was at this point 18 arrived and inconspicuously dropped a card with their contact information onto Annabelle's person. She then pushed Krillin back into the trailer as Baba leaves and looks at him with a clear sensual hunger in her cool blue eyes, looking over him as she relished the scent and obvious sexy demolished state of their little love nest.

18:”Starting to feeling a little left out babe, you finished before i coild get here but hey….still want your halloween treat?”*Krillin certainly can't deny her when she was in the mood like this as the trailer starts shaking again. Hey there is a reason among many she married the guy and right now was among the top 5 to 3 in that list. The short king snd his cyborg lady love rocking the casbah as they made uo for some lost time and 18 relished the juicy details of her man’ latest sexual conquest. When that trailer was a rocking, don’t come knocking…..*

It was sometime since that peculiar Halloween that Word would reach them that someone heard a witch screaming out in the woods that night. While Baba’s home now had a new trial for potential customers between either paying her fee or fighting her monstrous champions. If they could outlast ad make her new employee Annabelle cum, then they could get a reading for free and suffice to say, no one had succeeded. Easy to see why when Annabelle had a new standard to measure by…..and her newly restored heart had dedicated itself to one man alone, the man who made love to her in mind,body and soul….

[idontknowreallywhy]

Play it Out - part 3 of… it’s anyone’s guess at this point…

I promise I am definitely fixing this, the two of them are just taking a really long time about it… and this chapter got quite long before I got anywhere near to the point. Err, enjoy anyway?

This will make even less sense if you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2… (AO3 link)

Virgil carefully stowed his tools in Two’s specifically designed storage compartments and stretched, stifling a yawn. He checked his watch - 2am already! Gordon had bailed and disappeared off to bed a while ago but he hadn’t realised it had got quite so late… he’d got thoroughly absorbed in those calibrations though and it was satisfying to have it finished.

He wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way over to the elevator, turning to look back at the big green behemoth as he waited for the door to open. He was now 3 weeks ahead on his ship’s routine maintenance schedule and she was purring like a kitten. Between the familiar but challenging work and Gordon’s background chatter, he’d been doing a great job of not thinking too much either. Which was… good. Hopefully if he ignored the weird existential angst feeling for long enough it would go away and he’d get back into the more healthy habit of loving his life.

Which he did. 

So. 

All would be well.

As he passed through the lounge he was relieved not to find Scott there working until the early hours again. He’d seemed more tense and frowny than usual the last few days and Virgil was incredibly thankful he’d resisted the temptation to unburden himself to his big brother. The last thing that man needed was anything more to worry about.

Not that he wasn’t eaten up with guilt about it anyway. There was a good reason he was never deliberately untruthful with Scott - it felt like a betrayal even if he knew it was for the best. He was a horrible liar at the best of times, and now he could feel his face burning whenever his brother caught his eye. Every time Scott spoke to him, Virgil’s treacherous heart jumped into his mouth and he was almost overcome by the need to confess everything.

Not that there was much to tell.

Except that he was a fool who needed to get a grip and be grateful.

With stealth borne out of years of practice he crept on silent feet past the rooms of his younger brothers and paused at his own, glancing over at Scott’s. A prickle of… something ran through him and he was seized by the sudden urge to burst in and demand a big bro hug. It had been a few days, in fact, since his last. But Scott slept little enough as it was. Tomorrow, then.

Gosh he was tired. He opened the door and made a beeline for the bathroom, beginning to pull his shirt over his head as he walked. He became vaguely aware of a rustling noise from the vicinity of his right foot and shook it irritably, failing to shed whatever had got stuck to his sock. Flannel tangled over his face he reached down and removed the sock, random scrap of paper and all and abandoned it behind him. 

Once the grease was washed from his hands and teeth thoroughly brushed he drifted back into the bedroom and went to stand at the window. He squinted into the grey, his eyes finding nothing to focus on as the low lying cloud reflected the light from his bedside table straight back at him. He shivered, despite the villa’s consistent, comfortable temperature.

Tracy Island’s sub-tropical winters were very mild compared to those he’d experienced growing up, but the cooler temperatures combined with the frequent sea mists still made him long to hibernate. He pulled the blinds down and shut it out.

Flicking through the playlist on his tablet, he sought a track guaranteed to send him extra quickly into the land of nod for who knew how long he had before a rescue dragged him back into unwelcome consciousness. He smiled with satisfaction as he hit play on the snooze-jackpot - a soaring violin solo by a British composer - and collapsed face first on to his pillow to enjoy the fine arcs of spring green sound swoop and flutter around him like the songbird it celebrated.

And relax.

He was just on the edge of sleep and beginning to drool slightly when the change in texture brought by the woodwind entry nudged him awake again and he realised something was niggling at his sense of peace. With a huff he turned on to his side and opened his eyes. What had he forgotten?

The sock stared back at him.

Virgil considered himself a fairly tidy person, nothing on the military precision of his father or eldest brother but preferring a significant level of order higher than the younger two. An abandoned sock wouldn’t usually bother him however but, well, turned out a lot of irrelevant things were apparently bothering him lately.

He slid out of bed and commando crawled over to the sock in order to banish it to the laundry basket. It made a unexpected crinkly sort of noise and he pulled out the paper, realising with surprise it was a sheet of the fancy monogrammed stuff his dad had stockpiled long ago but nobody ever used in this digital age. Curious.

Humming to himself, he unfolded the note and the bottom fell out of the world.

A week’s worth of dropped eye-contact and excuses slammed into him like a runaway freight train. The background music was drowned out by a sudden high pitched ringing in his ears and a nausea that threatened to overwhelm his senses as he suddenly saw his attempts to hide the truth from his brother’s perspective. He looked at his watch and swore profusely - 3am.

How could he have been so short-sighted? So selfish? Of course Scott would interpret Virgil’s avoidance of him as a failing of his own. 

And he knew… he KNEW his big brother experienced rejection as physical pain. He may as well have kicked Scott in the stomach. In fact, that would have undoubtedly been less cruel.

He struggled back into his discarded clothes, panic making him clumsy and his mind flooded with memories of seeking out his trembling brother in the hayloft. Of finding his hero curled up in agony, borderline incoherent and paralysed by the conviction he’d let their overworked and well-meaning but infuriatingly oblivious father down *again*. That he’d never be good enough. 

It had always been Virgil’s job to look him in the eye and promise him that he was.

Not as much had altered in their adulthood as Scott seemed to believe, except that his over-achieving brother hid that pain better from the world. From everyone except Virgil. Because that certainly hadn’t changed - Virgil would always be there for Scott, would always hear that hitch in his breath, the subtle change in the melody of his voice. He would always catch him as he fell, would always seek him out and would never leave him alone.

Until now.

It must have cost his brother so much to write that note and Virgil had just… not showed up.

Stealth abandoned he raced to Scott’s door, only just restraining himself from barging straight through it - he might be peacefully asleep… maybe.

He cracked open the door and recoiled as a blade of cold damp air rushed into his face. 

The room was empty. Bedclothes neat and smoothed down, fluffy scatter cushions at 45 degree angle to the bottom edge of the pillow and… an ancient guitar propped up against the headboard. That gave Virgil pause, Scott hadn’t got that out in… a long time. He reached out and brushed his index finger across the strings. It was in tune. He’d been playing then? 

His attention was caught by the curtains billowing from the open balcony door, the luxurious material making a low whomp whomp whomp as it flapped back and forth.

His brother had returned from duty with an Air Force zero tolerance approach to clutter but a very definite inclination towards soft furnishings. He shuddered to imagine why.

Surely he wasn’t still out there at this time? In this weather?

Thrusting the drapes aside he all but threw himself on to the balcony, the exasperated reprimand almost on its way out of his lips before his brain caught up with the fact that both easy chairs were distinctly empty. Two glasses and a bottle of Virgil’s favourite whisky waited on the table between them. Unopened.

His hands white-knuckled on the balcony rail, as he peered out into the mist, racking his mind for where Scott could be - maybe he would have taken a hazardous, self-punishing run up the volcano? Would he have gone to hide on the beach? There were caves down there and some of them were tidal, would his brother be thinking straight enough to choose a safe place to tuck himself away? His heart hammered against his rib cage as he tried to work out where to start. Should he call John?

He half raised his arm to activate his comm and froze as the faintest of sounds interrupted his train of thought - a shuddering breath and a whisper of a sigh.

Virgil spun around and his already compromised ventricles were strangled even further as the shadow tucked into the tiny space between the far lounger, the wall and an outsized plant pot resolved itself into a tight ball of limbs and a pale chin just visible beneath an oversized hoodie. 

How like his commanding tower of a brother to try to make himself small.

Little music vibe note: the piece Virgil chooses is The Lark Ascending by Vaughan Williams

All the love to @sofasurf @astranite @womble1 @hebuiltfive for incitement their encouragement, sense checking and specifically detailed discussion of soft furnishings.

[roseapov]

Streamer

Idia Shroud x GN!Reader

Tw: stalking, invading privacy, being delusional, mentions of obsession, collarbones fetish

Povtober 2023, Day 13 [Masterlist]

You two met just by chance, getting paired up against each other, in a game you decided to play, as a game streamer.

You used a typical supporting character, with not much attacking capabilities, meant to be power and hp boost to your teammates, but even then you were making kill after a kill.

Idia couldn't believe it, you managed to kill him, him of all people! with a support character no less.

Someone actually managed to surprise him in a game? Are you serious? That can't be happening. That made him so enraged, focusing all his attention on you, to take his revenge.

After he and his team unexpectedly lose, he starts to look through your account, and sees in your bio your streamer name with a link, such a normie thing to do.

He starts to stalk through your social media, and with a pain in his heart admits, that his defeat was recorded on your actual live, it's nothing he can't take down anyway.

Hm? You're streaming with a camera? Oh, how bold of you, but don't worry, he won't stop hacking your phone camera and microphone even after you beg for it, falling into paranoia.

It's your unlucky day, he took an interest in you, slowly treating you as a character from his beloved games. Your merch on the shelf, his phone littered with your photos and edits, a special spying program made by him personally, to see your activity on your devices.

Soon you're the only one he can think about, you, your voice, your hair, your face and your.. collarbones. Such an exciting sight for this shutted in otaku.

If you're counting for a high donates from your newest follower, Gloomurai, then you hit the jackpot, literally.

Tons of money flowing into your bank account, each one of the descriptions more unnerving than the other, but hey at least you got the money. Yeah, no, you're terrified.

You started to wear blouses for your streams, afraid of more uneasy commenters on your donations, contemplating quitting your side job for good. Your sanity was worth more than some money.

Yet you still felt endangered, so to ease your worries you bought cameras and installed them inside and outside of your home, wrong move.

He, of course easily hacked into it, feeling delighted that you decided to do so, the fact that you liked him enough to make it easier for him to observe you, how thoughtful of you, he's so delusional.

If you like him this much, then he mustn't deny you his presence any longer, he may be afraid of humans, but you're an exception.

When he heard you talk with your friends about quitting, all hell broke loose. The next thing you know, you're in Shroud manor, not allowed to leave.

Yes, the thought of you leaving the media was enough to make him snap and be really daring, doing things he normally would've never done, the effect you have on him is insane. After all he loved your streams very, very much.

Ortho is super supportive of this as a cute sibling he is, after all his older brother finally took an interest in someone real!

You have no idea how relieving it was for him, maybe his brother won't have to be alone? Of course not, you two live together already, should he plan your future with Idia already? Maybe you can date, and later on marry his brother! He's so happy!

Don't you dare disappoint him.

Ugh, after my sickness I lost my enthusiasm and motivation to write even tho I had a lot of ideas😭(it's better since I added Roxana, but still). It's not fair, even more so since I am already way in the back of my Povtober writing challenge.😭😭 Not sure of how this one came out tho, I'm writing this at 3 am💀 I'm not exactly proud of this, I'll probably rewrite it in the distant future (he's so hard to write smh)

~roseapov

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #9: Lie

Based on this piece of art by the wonderful and amazing @fluffyweeby Tysm for allowing me to write this, and I hope I do these boys justice :3

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Jason x Damian (PLATONIC)

Lee: Damian

Ler: Jason

Warnings: Tickles! Sibling bonding :3

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A little bird (also known as Tim) had told Jason that Damian was allegedly ticklish.

"Pfft, no way" was what Red Hood thought at first, but the possibility of it still lingered in his mind. I mean, how cute and funny would it be if Damian of all people started squealing like a kid? I mean, he was a kid after all. If anything, he'd be doing him a favor.

Being as nonchalant as he was, Jason went with the most straightforward approach possible. "Hey Dami, are you ticklish?"

"No, don't ask stupid questions Todd" the younger one deadpaned in his usual harsh tone. But you gotta remember, this is a family of detectives. It wasn't hard for Jason to notice the way Damian avoided eye contact and the slightest drop of sweat forming on his forehead. He practically gave himself away, but the fun is seeing it for yourself.

"Not ticklish at all? So really nothing, huh?" Jason had approached the younger male, his hands instantly latching onto Robin's sides.

"Mhmmmm—" Damian had to bite down on his lip to prevent any sound to come out. He'd be damned if the superior Robin got taken down with mere tickles, not like he was ticklish though...

"So if I were to tickle here or here you wouldn't laugh?~" Jason's amused smirk grew wider as he experimented on different spots, prodding at his ribs, fluttering his fingers under his arms, even reaching up to the youngling's neck. Although he didn't get a proper reaction yet, watching Damian struggling to keep his composure was a joy in it's own.

"N-nope! Cause I'm not tiHIcklish!" Damian's hands instantly flew up to cover his mouth when his voice raised in pitch. It seemed that Jason had snuck his hands down and gave a surprise squeeze to his hips.

The ex-assasin shot a glare up at his older brother "Todd, I swear—"

"Yeah yeah, swear all you want~" Jason retored teasingly as he continued to knead his fingers along the sensitive waist.

"HNGH!" Damian doubled over, his hands clutching around his stomach for dear life. His face transitioning through all the red colors imaginable.

"C'mon, baby bird. Can't hold it in forever~" Jason managed to pick up the shorter male with ease, swinging him over his shoulder.

"Gah! Unhand me right now!" Damian tried kicking and punching his way out, but Jason was too resilient.

"Not yet, I still got another spot to test out~" Jason gave a squeeze to Damian's knee, testing out the waters. Once he felt a sharp gasp escape his younger brother, he knew he had hit the jackpot.

"W-wait! bwAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHODD, LET ME GOHOHO!" Damian squealed and thrashed around Jason's hold, trying so hard to break free. Alas, his big bro could be just as stubborn as him.

"Woah! Who knew that you could laugh so cutely?~" Jason kept wriggling his fingers along the soft spot behind his knees, sending Damian into a fit of hysterics.

"I-IHIHI'LL KILL YOHOU! GAHAHAHAHA!"

"Whatever you say, kid" threats aside, it was pretty cute seeing his baby bro acting like a kid for once. Not that Jason would admit that out loud.

Once Damian started hiccuping through his laughter, Jason decided to show a bit of mercy and put him back down. The young Robin instantly sucked in as much air as he could, his cheeks were still all flushed and he was desperately trying to fight back the leftover smile.

"I... *hic* I will have my revenge..." he declared before storming out of the room, classic Damian.

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IM SORRY IF THIS IS ASS IM TRYING OK?! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THEM AND IM AIDHAKRHKSHRKSHE

[pretty-boy-streaming]

Soft Pin-up Boy (Isagi Yoichi)

TV-MA: ftm!reader, reo!reader, aged up characters, pin up calendars, isagi's thigh kink, implied masturbation, implied sex

summary: Isagi's not the type to read porn magazines. But, he picks one up after recognizing the person on the cover. The younger brother of the person who hates him cause his best friend likes Isagi more. And damn... Reo's younger brother is hot. Really hot.

Well, wasn't that face familiar?

Isagi had passed by a magazine rack, seeing a pin-up magazine. This was a newer company, he had recently seen a few of their issues, but none of them caught his eye like this one.

On the front cover was the younger brother of the wealthy entrepreneur, Reo Mikage. And you were wearing a jersey that was a tad too big... and had Isagi's number on it.

It wasn’t a coincidence either, it was his team and his number and it was barely covering what was between your thighs. His eyes lingered there a bit longer than he'd like to admit. He quickly turned away.

"No, I shouldn't... that's Reo's brother..."

He began to walk away... before quickly turning back and bought the magazine. He then made his way to his apartment and stared down at the cover.

"'Angel'... I wonder if that's his... stage name? Is that the right term?" He shrugged before dropping onto his couch. He opened up the magazine, seeing other guys inside. He swore one looked slightly familiar with prominent underlashes and turquoise eyes, but didn't care as he searched for you. And then he hit the jackpot.

Five. Five whole pages with just you on them.

He set the magazine aside and pushed down his track pants. He sighed and flipped to the first page with you on it. You were wearing his jersey number, however you weren't pulling down the jersey, unlike on the cover. So he could see the gap between your thighs... showing something very slightly. Though, he wasn't interested in what was between your thighs, he was just interested in your thighs. They looked soft... supple... easy to squish and squeeze.

Hell, he knew they were soft. You two had a fling sometime back and he loved your thighs.

"Fuck... Reo, your little brother is fucking hot..."

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You scrolled through your phone before seeing Isagi on the headlines of a football related article.

"Heh... well, well. He's amazing."

"Whatcha looking at?"

You turned and saw Reo looking over your shoulder at your phone. He looked at the headline and his face scrunched up. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Are you okay, Reo?"

"God, why are you looking at that article? Isagi sucks." He pouted and looked up at you.

"Hm? He's cute, and we did have a thing..."

He frowned. "I remember seeing him awkwardly leaving our house before..."

You cooed as you scrolled through the article. "Hm..." You smirked to yourself.

Later that day, you decided to call Isagi.

"Hey... I was just thinking about you..."

"I was thinking about you, too. I was wondering..."

"Huh?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over. We can do things like... what we used to."

"...Wait, really?"

"Really."

"Ah... alright! Yeah, I'll be over in a few, okay?"

"Okay. Don't keep me waiting."

"I would never keep you waiting pretty boy. Oh, and... I have a bit of a request..."

"A request?" You cocked an eyebrow. What could he have to request?

"I was wondering if you have a jersey with my number on it...?"

You looked down at the phone. "Uhm... yeah, I do. Why?"

"Can you... can you wear nothing except that when I get over there? I saw you recent pin-up magazine and wanted to see you in that in person."

You smirked. "Yeah, I can do that."

[innocent-cat]

Instead of Cassandra being taken by the Briarwoods from the acid chamber, reader tosses her back out with Vax and instead they both get hypnotized. Percy fighting his (not yet confessed to) love interest. Or he could fight her and Cassandra but that may be a bit much.

OH! Sylas makes Cassandra and reader try to kill each other in front of Percy.

i would LOVE to.

Percival de Rolo X Reader

Warnings - Cursing, violence, implied murder, control, kidnapping

"Please excuse my pathetic act of a rabbit.", Percy x Reader

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(A/N - Reader is not a doe. I just don't know how to address them.. doe basically means "A beautiful, delicate, sweet person.")

You walk distanced from Percy, sensing now likely wasn't the time to be excitable around him. The silence between Vox Machina was unbearable, and the air was thick.

He walked behind a women with one hand, who you had watched in shock, being held at gunpoint just moments ago. Percy achieving closure on who wronged him in childhood was something you saw as a positive, but you were on edge from the way he acted so quickly on it.

Yeah, sure, you had killed, and you've seen him kill before too, but it was different. Of course, the literal demon possessing him when he found someone who wrong him, such as Anna Ripley, was really the only time you froze when you watched him hold a gun to someone's head.

God that weird crow thing scared the fuck out of you.

All you could feel was anxiety swallowing you whole, a dark pit developing in your stomach. The team opting to not talk on the walk under the castle only ate at you more.

Of course, there was bickering between the group, but you tuned it out. Your arms encircled your body, as you tried to focus back on what was going on between the group.

You had all grouped into a strange room, that looked like it was used for what used to be a pool.

There's a box of white substance, sand like. Scanlan runs to it, threading his fingers through the potently smelling clump.

"We just hit the Jackpot! Does anyone have a pipe?-"

He lets out a groan when he's met with a slap in the back of the head from Percy.

"I'm fairly certain that would be a unpleasant trip. This is residuum. The pipes must carry acid for it's refinement process."

"It looks like they're making a lot of it." Vex pipes up to Percy's response, quick to conversation.

You subconsciously followed Cassandra, hoping she wouldn't be as awkward as her brother in the situation at hand. You walk up the stairs with her, and turn to see your group of friends with their backs to the two of you.

Percy was looking at his gun, seemingly shocked when you looked at him.

"Cassandra, do you know what this room is for?" You turned to her, expecting an answer. Instead, you make a 80 degree turn to the sound of Percy's shout, a sharp feeling of whiplash in your neck from your quick turn.

"Cassandra!"

She turns to you, the color in her eyes gleamed. Her arm stretched to a small button within the large, open wall. "It's a Vat of acid." She places her free hand on your shoulder, and scoots you backwards, into the hall that led forward from the room. You stumbled backward, grabbing onto air in an attempt to stop your fall.

Falling onto your ass, you begin to stand up, watching as she presses the plate. The doors slide close, dramatically slow.

"Cass! What are you doing?" Percy exclaimed, hands against the wall, his eyes flickering from you and back to his sister.

Chills run down your spine as you feel a hand on your shoulder. Percy feels his voice emptying when he sees the man behind you. Sylas Briarwood.

"Excellent work, dear."

Percy scowls at the voice, but remains still, knowing he can't do anything.

You quickly turn, and sharply elbow Sylas. Before you can do so, you feel your body reanimate. You no longer control yourself, and you go limp.

"Bit of a slow learner." Sylas laughed in your face.

You, or more like something, turns your body, to face Cassandra and Percy.

"Why are you doing this?" Percy cried out to his sister, still praying for her to turn back on her heels and tell him she would never do such a thing to him.

"You did this to yourself, Percy. The day you left me lying in the snow, choking on my blood like a hunted animal." Cassandra's voice strains, sounding like she's on the verge of tears.

You feel your posture straighten. Your hands fall to your sides, and you blankly stare towards them. You can't tell what you're looking at, but you know you can at the same time.

"My brother abandoned me." Cassandra squeezes her eyes shut, and turns with a scoff, storming towards you and the Briarwoods.

Percy stares back at his sister, mouth agape, and his eyebrows knitted together in sorrow, as she remained unflinching when their childhood torturers walked closer to her and you.

You continue watching Percy. Your eyes do not follow Cassandra, and that seems to be the only thing you maintain the right to. Your own eyes.

You watch him with sorrow in your eyes. You see him fall to his knees, hand to the glass, letting out a groan. He was defeated. Bested by his own emotions, he let out a cry. His tears fell, your stomach dropped.

Oh, how you wished you could run through the glass, hug him, and tell him it was all gonna be okay. Hold him to your chest, softly stroking his hair, whispering in his ear. But you couldn't. You weren't allowed to.

The Brairwoods rest a hand on Cassandra's shoulder, pushing the two of you together like they were standing for the 'world's most monotone family photo'. Sylas's hand on your shoulder, and Delilah's rested on Cassandra's.

"But they.. they welcomed me. They would never do what you did, brother."

The Briarwoods turned with Cassandra and walked away. Your feet stood, glued to the ground, undirected. You continued to look at Percy, begging the Everlight, to allow him to look into your eyes.

Your pleads were met. He looked up to you. You stared back at him, hoping he could read your emotion with just your eyes. His hands applied more pressure to the glass, but did not lift.

"Come on, little doe. We have a very important purpose for you today."

And with that, you forcibly turned on your heels. You walked naturally, as if it was to your own will that you followed these monsters.

Without Percy in your view point, you lost the strength to fight your animation. You slowly but surely began to lose focus, and just let the possession guide you to your demise.

//

(A/N This is Percy's little story without you(✯◡✯))

They stared at him, and he stared back. Their eyes were scattered, and they were scared. A last resort call for help, unable to use their own body. They turned on their heels, and walked with the Briarwoods.

Have I not lost enough, Lady Moirai? (A/N - plural goddess of fate)

The pipes begin clicking, and rats scatter from their homes within it. He continues watching them walk away. Waiting for them to turn back on their heels and tell him they would never do such a thing to him. That's all he asked for.

"Uh.. guys?" Keyleth panicked, watching a rat fall apart by her feet.

"There has to be a way out of this. Does anyone have a plan?"

"..Vex?"

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have a plan either!" Vex scoffed, panicking.

"Percy? A little help here?"

He remained unmoving, oblivious to his surroundings. All he could think about was how he let the both of them slip out of his fingers all over again.

"Right." Vex sighs. "Well.. stop the acid!" Vex desperately points to the pipes.

When twisting it with vines doesn't work, everyone panics as the acid rises higher. Scanlan brings his magic hand out, and everyone piles on.

Grog yanks Percy onto the the hand, as the acid rapidly rises.

//

(A/N back to you because I LOVE reader and 100% not because I don't want to write word by word)

You climb the thousands of stairs to the top of the ziggurat, your legs feeling like they would give out at any moment. But, you didn't stop. You couldn't.

"Little doe." Your head shot up towards the name, eyeing Delilah Briarwood.

"Step closer to me. I need you within the center of this circle. You are our sacrifice."

You walked towards her without exchanging words, stretching your arms out forward to her, wrist side up.

She took out her knife, and watched her clock move. She slowly and deeply cut into you.

The pain seared. You wanted to yank away, cry, scream, and kick like a toddler resisting their bedtime, but you couldn't, in fact, you didn't even feel your tear ducts swell. You remained resistant to the pain.

You showed no emotion towards the continued cutting. You hated it. It was deep, long, and would surely bleed you out like a lamb.

Delilah's head whipped to the left of her, eyeing the rapid footsteps climbing upon the stairs.

"God damn it. Those pests were supposed to be dealt with. You said they would be gone, Sylas."

"Don't worry about them dear, I'll take care of them. In fact, why don't we have little doe beloved and little sister beloved go in to take care of the last standing de Rolo?"

Delilah lets out a laugh, and brushes her hand upwards, pointing towards Percy.

You turn to him, waiting and watching as Sylas corners him. You jump down from the overview of him, between the two, prepared to body block a hit for Sylas.

Instead, you feel your body drag itself to Cassandra.

//

(A/N - Percy pov i need angst lol)

I pull out my pepperbox, aiming it upwards to the Vampiric monster dead ahead of me.

I'm met with his hand grabbing me, and tossing me to Cassandra and our reanimated cleric. They were butting heads. Their hands tightly locked into each other's, force differing as they pushed, kicked, pulled, and head butt.

"No! Stop this at once!" I fought against Sylas, pushing and pulling to no avail. His hands tightly gripped my arms together behind my pack, and he pushed me to his chest as he held my head with his free hand towards the most important people I held dear to me.

I'm a horrible person for not doing anything. If either of them spoke to me after this, I will have been dreaming.

I abandoned my sister again, and I couldn't protect the one I need by my side to cherish and adore.

They were fighting and bleeding in front of me, and I was useless to them.

They bled from head to toe. Their knuckles covered in both their own blood, and their opponent's blood.

Cassandra hacked up blood as the opposer punched her in the gut, releasing air, spit, and blood all over the fighter.

Cassandra gagged, like she was gonna vomit. She breathed and stared back at 'little doe'

She tackled them, bringing them to the floor, tagging multiple punches into them. Their face swelled and bled, while their mouth seeped blood.

Yet I couldn't do anything but beg pathetically for them to stop. For someone to make them stop.

"Please, either of you, now is not the time for this! Snap out of it!" I pleaded, struggling against Sylas.

Then, Sylas dropped me. The beloved and the Endeared stopped fighting, Endeared falling to her knees, and my beloved falling on their ass.

Both of them coughing and heavily breathing, they were suddenly conscious. Wide-eyed and shocked that they had lived to see the moment where they were freed.

Then, they looked to what Sylas was headed toward. Fucking Keyleth casting the sun inside of a cave.

The beloved lets out a cough as they laugh, hacking up more blood.

"Do you have enough energy to heal yourself, cleric?" I quickly begin fixing up Cassandra and they begin using their magic on both of them.

Breathing heavily, the cleric looks at me. Tears swelling in their eyes, they wrap their arms around my neck and let out a sob. Their whole body shook as they shifted their weight onto me.

"It's all going to be alright now. We'll be out of here free of sacrifice in just a few seconds."

The light emanates, casting upon Sylas as he burned away fighting Grog.

Cassandra stands up on her own, running after who could only be Delilah.

I pick up the wounded divine healer bridal style, holding them close as they hiccup and sob into my neck, scared to death.

I'll kill her.

Smoke wafts from my body, seeping to the ground. The scent of iron and gunpowder wafting anyone and everyone's nose.

"Per-Percy. No. Stop. Plplease." They pleaded to me, begging me to stay outside of the ritual room Delilah just entered.

I look down at them, my thoughts floating away. I sit beside the door, sliding against the wall, still holding them close.

My arms wrap around their body, holding them in a protective stance. Never allowing harm to come their way ever again.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." I quiver, remorse and regret evident in my voice.

"I love you." They respond, suddenly. It wasn't at all what I expected, and I paused for a moment.

Rubbing a circle into their back, I softly whisper back.

"And I you."

[kratosnaturals]

WIP Saturday Thursday #5

Because I am positively on a roll right now. Nick lovers rise up.

“That ash is going to burn your shirt, Nicky,” Hancock mentioned casually with a hint of upturned lips, putting out his own cigarette on the bar’s ashtray. Nick snapped out of his thoughts with a questioning hum. He removed the rolled tobacco from between his lips with the intend of flicking off the burned excess, but when the orange embers landed on his chest he mumbled out an annoyed ‘shit!’ and quickly tried to brush it off of the white fabric. His friend simply gave him an amused ‘told you so.’

“You’re acting odd tonight. Even more than usual,” Hancock breached carefully, following the other man's gaze, “penny for your thoughts?”

Nick stalled. Was he really acting strange? He always thought he’s good at hiding his feelings… or perhaps Hancock was simply teasing him. The mayor did so love riling people up.

“Simply a little worn out after the past few months,” Nick brushed off, focusing his eyes on all the strung up lights around the area now. An understanding hum slipped Hancock’s lips, and the synth assumed their conversation would end there, but his companion had other plans. A toothy grin slowly spread across Hancock’s lips, and those metaphorical cogs in his head started moving. He poured himself another finger or two of whiskey, and slipped just a little closer to Nick.

“So. Are you really going to let mister ‘lasts-a-minute’ and the former tin woman upstage you?” Hancock asked innocently, bumping his hip into Nick’s. The latter looked bewildered now, as much as his synthetic flesh allowed him to grimace his displeasure. A grumble, low and a tinge threatening, “John.”

Jackpot, John thought, that hit a nerve. It was absolutely no surprise, to anyone, really, that the smooth-talking sleuth held a torch for his new co-detective. Those two could be fucking out in the open and it would be less obnoxious than whatever weird game of ‘will-they-won’t they’ those idiots were playing for ages now.

“I’m just sayin’. It’s really obvious,” John tutted, no longer feigning that poor display of innocence. Nick stirred uncomfortably besides him.

“John-”

“Are you going to keep doing this ‘I’m an old synth’ spiel or are you actually going to…” Hancock paused, looking the other man up and down, “steel up and tell the ‘dame’ she gets your coolant pumps workin’ overtime?”

Nick opened his mouth, but Hancock cut him off again with a raised finger as he took a quick sip, “don’t ‘John’ me, sleuth. Now get your rusty ass and loose screws over there and ask her for a dance.”

Another song played on the radio. Rock and roll. The synth nearly crushed the glass he was still holding with his metal hand. His claws scratched the material with a squeak that made him cringe, “I- no. I think you’re misunderstanding something.”

Hancock huffed, “Do I? Because to me it seems like you’re both just dancing around each other. Are you going to keep stalling and watch her get swept up by someone else? Well, she doesn’t seem all too shy, so maybe you could wait. I’m sure she’d come around. No promises, though.”

With a sombre expression Nick went back to watching his frolicking friend among the crowd, still held by Curie. The two swung and tip-toed around to the upbeat music with glee, ignoring the world around them. She danced, and danced, and danced. Much like she did with Preston, and Nate, and Piper, and even Codsworth-

“You know, for the best detective the Commonwealth has to offer, you’re really dense. Even denser than the metal you’re made out of, brother,” said Hancock before finishing his drink in one big gulp, “well, if you’re not planning to go for it, I might as well shoot my shot. Sir ‘short, pale and handsome’ has been touchy with not just you, Nicky.”

She liked being called sir?

That train of thought quickly spiralled off of its rails at the thought of John getting handsy with Eliza; wooing her, seducing her, getting with her-

It made his mechanical insides churn. It made him sick.

[galacticrambler]

https://galacticrambler.com/tales-of-the-teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles-tv-review-mutant-mayhem-animation/

The best show that nobody is talking about right now is without a doubt in my mind Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Of course, I was concerned when they talked about doing a new show based on what was set up in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem. I loved that movie I loved that movie., but there’s always some concern when they’re going to take a concept from a movie and make a show out of it to build the world out more.

Now that I’ve seen the first season, they hit an absolute grand slam.

Most of the original cast from the movie came back to voice their characters except for Jackie Chan (obviously), but having the four kids who voiced the turtles back was awesome. They’re so funny together and legitimately felt like brothers.

The story structures were well done with each of the four episodes focusing on one turtle each before bringing them together for a big team-up fight. It was so well done, and I liked the style of the episodes to allow each turtle to be the focus for their own episode.

The animation style, while not as revolutionary is what we got Mutant Mayhem, was still excellent. It was 2D (not 3D like the movie) but it still felt similar enough to the movie, that it worked. All of the character design was really good, and I’m not sure that I can ask for more from what we got.

I can’t recommend the show highly enough. My butt will be in the seat on night one when the new movie comes out in theaters. If we had a new season of the show before then, I am all for it. They absolutely hit the jackpot with this.