#we getting theeere

[bittersweetbeet]

We graduated!

Yes, we do be graduating today

[strawbubbysugar]

Haven’t been able to stop thinking about an animatronic oc with these concepts:

A fluffy kitty cat animatronic with fur on their shell & a big fluffy tail named something like Senskitty, sounds a little like sensory when you say it out loud

She’s got a ton of fidget things built into her like paw pads that are squishy, fluffy tail for touching, etc

In charge of a single room in the pizzaplex designed for kids/adults that are overstimulated and need a quieter space to relax, mostly designed with autistic people in mind or people who would benefit from that sort of thing

Extraordinarily chill to the point of being super zoned out and spacey

[jennicatzies]

Sorry for spam booping . I have a mission

[whoskimii]

Could you Do a Kinda detailed makeout with Gojo! 🤠

yummy i love that :3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. basically a heavy and steamy makeout with your manzz <33 think we all need that! he knows he's fine frfr. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru had never been an insecure guy. whether it's about his looks or even you, his girlfriend. hell, he even loves showing his pretty baby off. he's always been confident.

but the way that guy looked at you in public didn't sit right with him. that fucker seemed to have a ring on his finger and he looked much older than you. ew.

your boyfriend could swear he was eye-fucking you. if it wasn't for your boyfriend at your side, he was sure that he would've done much worse than just looking at your ass. satoru wasn't having any of it.

he brought you back home and you could sense that he was pissed. like, actually pissed. but not at you, obviously. it wasn't your fault if you were so, so pretty :( he was mad at that gross bastard. and he definitely needed something to calm down. turns out that something was you.

that's why you found yourself on your boyfriend's lap, arms around his neck as his tongue explored your mouth. your pants were off. your panties were the only thing covering your wet little folds from his greedy fingers.

you whimpered softly into the kiss as you felt his bulge pressing against your core. the friction between your panties and his sweatpants was delicious, to say the least. you felt like you could come from this alone.

your hips instantly reciprocated and you began grinding against him as your pretty manicured hands tugged at his disheveled white strands. "fuck, baby," he groaned against your lips. "lemme see..." his hand made its way towards your panties. soon enough, you felt the coldness of his fingertips circling your throbbing little clit.

"aw, damn... y'so fucking wet... i barely even touched you yet..." he murmured into your ear as his middle and ring fingers began teasing your dripping entrance. "'toru... don't tease..."

he chuckled against your lips before kissing your neck, occasionally leaving love bites all over your skin. "no ? why shouldn't i ? s'fun, watching my baby get all flustered just from a lil' teasing..." he mumbled. "just... please..." you whined. "aw, you sound so pretty, angel... s'just my fingers rubbing your pretty pussy... what's it gonna be when it's gonna be my cock, huh ?" he smirked lazily. his cocky expression made you want to fuck him senseless.

"shut up..." you mumbled as he pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his boxers. his bulge was so pretty against his boxers that just the sight of it made you lick your lips. "oh ? what was that, mhm ? what about putting that pretty tongue to work ?" you tugged on his hair and he moaned.

"baby... don't make me get noisy... we already had complaints, last time..." you hummed. "don't care." he chuckled at your feisty answer and rolled you onto your back as he climbed on top of you. "what a naughty girl..." he whispered and went back to grinding his hips into yours. the pace was tortuously slow. your eyes rolled back as he hummed. "that's it, sweet girl... give it t'me..." he breathed. "give it t'me, love..."

you felt the familiar warm bubble in your lower tummy tightening dangerously. "'toru..." you gasped softly. "i know, baby, i know... m'right here... s'alright." he ground his hips against yours one last time and you came in your panties. "theeere you go... that's it, love... such a good fucking girl..."

as you finally came down from your high, your boyfriend kissed your flushed cheek. "think y'can do that around my cock, now ?"

you definitely can.

what a mannNN <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[pfhwrittes]

Here’s a prompt for ya: Soap takes their partner to the gym at the ass crake of dawn so no one is there. His partner is doing arm curls when Soap tells them to hold that position. When they do Soap slips his shorts down really quick and starts thrusting sloppily into their arms, either the bend of their elbow or the tight space in their pit

awooo wooo woooo! anon, you've got me barking and growling at this one!

cw/tw: readers genitals are referred to as “cunt”, armpit fucking, mentions of somnophilia, muscle fetish, gym wear fetish, sex in a public space (kind of), nicknames (“hen” and “bonnie”), bodily fluids (sweat and cum), dubcon/noncon.

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x AFAB!reader

word count: 912

a/n: a little drabble from johnny’s POV this time. tagged as noncon and dubcon because this is definitely borderline but unfortunately johnny is a mutt and doesn’t particularly care. also, anon i’m so sorry for accidentally forgetting about your prompt. i didn’t mean to, i’m just easily distracted and also got weirdly in my head about this not being good enough??? not entirely sure who put me in charge of my own brain but here we are.

johnny would admit, if you were aware enough to ask, to having an ulterior motive (besides helping you get stronger like you asked) by dragging you down to the gym at 5am.

(although he was sorely tempted to roll you over and slide into your warm, wet cunt when you groaned at him sleepily. he spent a few minutes thinking about how he could get you to make more of those pretty noises before deciding that he could wait for another opportunity as he woke you up by peppering light kisses all over your face.)

for johnny it’s all worth it when he catches a glimpse at you in the mirrors opposite the benches the other gym goers usually use for chest presses. you’re stripped down to your sports bra (he’d been quick to persuade you out of the loose t-shirt you were wearing, claiming that the fabric would impede your range of motion), biting your lip in concentration as you flex your bicep to lift the dumbbell in your grip. 

steamin’ jesus. the sight of you already has him hard enough to hammer nails. 

johnny glances around the empty gym, eyeing the clock above the doors. if he’s quick he should be finished before even the earliest of risers interrupt his plans. with a final casual glance around, johnny steps away from the racks where he’s been perving loitering waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt you. 

aaaand there it is, just as you’re about to put the dumbbell down to switch to your other arm. 

johnny sidles up to you, clicking his tongue in faux-disapproval. 

“c’mon hen, you cannae be done already!”

you huff and blink as a bead of sweat makes its way down from your temple over the curve of your cheek (and johnny beats back the urge to lean down and lick it up). you slowly start to lower the dumbbell, probably to ignore him and well, that won’t do. 

johnny clicks his tongue again and pouts just a little, reaching out to lift your arm into the correct position for his plans with a solid grasp (he tries not to think about the way the muscles in your forearm flex automatically to balance the weight in your hand under his palm).

“theeere we go, bonnie. just hold it right there fer me.” johnny praises distractedly, checking the doorway and the clock a final time. he purposefully keeps his grip on your forearm and pulls his tented shorts down to his mid thigh with his spare hand. his leaking cock slaps against his stomach and he grunts as the sensitive head rubs against cotton, smearing pre-cum messily as it does. 

“wh- johnny! jesus christ, not here!” you hiss out, your head whipping around to check if anyone else is in the gym (there isn’t, johnny had done weeks of recon so that he could time this perfectly thank you very much).

“i’ll be quick, hen. don’t worry.” johnny tells you, already guiding his cock into the tight and warm space of your armpit. he groans loudly, the sound echoing around the empty space, as he revels in the sensation of thrusting in between the side of your sports bra and inner arm. 

you go to pull your now trembling arm out of johnny’s grip and he squeezes your wrist in warning, thrusting a little bit harder when you yelp. christ, you make the sweetest noises for him, you really do. 

“don’t spoil it fer me now, bonnie.” god, his voice is already hoarse - like he’s been fucking you for hours instead of less than a minute. hell’s bells if you ever figured out the power you hold over him he’d be a goner for certain. 

johnny loses himself in the slide against your body, his pre-cum and a hint of your sweat easing the way, as he holds your wrist tightly. he can’t have you pull away even for a second. 

“fuckin’ hell, you just feel so fuckin’ good.” he pants out, “been thinkin’ about this for weeks, ever since you asked me tae help ye find a gym.” 

the dumbbell slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud but johnny doesn’t care, can’t care, as his hips piston back and forth. distantly he hears you whimper over the slick, wet sounds of his cock rutting into your armpit causing him to spit pre-cum messily onto your soft skin and the damp fabric of your sports bra.

“do that again.” he demands, grinding his hips desperately, “c’mon bonnie, i’m so close.” 

“johnny -” 

whatever you’re trying to say gets drowned out by his loud moan as he comes messily. thick, wet ropes cling to your inner arm, the soft skin of your armpit, and drip lazily onto your chest. johnny grinds his softening cock into the mess on your skin, relishing in the last feeble twitch before stepping back and dropping your arm carelessly. 

with trembling fingers johnny pulls his shorts back up over his hips, hissing as the fabric rubs uncomfortably against his sticky and sensitive skin. he flicks his eyes up to the clock above the doors and grins, perfectly timed as always mactavish.

“better clean up hen, it’ll be gettin’ busy now.” 

johnny saunters away from you, whistling lazily, completely uncaring of the disgusted look you shoot at his back. 

(it’s worth it, even when you cancel your gym membership and refuse to wear anything other than long sleeved tops for weeks afterwards.)

[vulpixisananimal]

(The characters Wren and Polaris belong to @fungal--wastes and @neoncityrain respectivley)

"Neeeearly there~"

(Isabeau was waiting in front of the homestead, so you decided to try something else. And that something else was breaking into one of the rooms from outside!)

(You were standing on Ramos' shoulders to get into one of the guest rooms on the second floor. You were digging your knife under the rim of a window to cut out the small lock. The rain didn't help, but Ramos was surprisngly sturdy.)

"T-take your time! I really wouldn't want you to fall a-and hurt yourself!" (Mira says, concerned.)

"Ha! Not like that'd be an issue anyways-"

"No!!!"

"H-hey careful, Isa might hear." (Ramos comments. They're right, gotta go quick. It should just be a bit more and. . .)

"Theeere we go!" (You say, smugly opening the window and climbing in.)

"W-what should we do, Siffrin?" (Mira calls up to you. You think a bit.)

"Try not to get touched? Maybe just be a distraction?" (You shrug.)

"We'll figure something out!" (Ramos gives you a thumbs up. You nod. Now, the room.)

(Small room. Single bed. There was a heavy looking pack by one side and a few clothes spread around the floor. There was a small desk with a well worn book on it, and a few papers. The bed was sloppily made, probably by someone who wanted it to look neat but still didn't want it to be a mess. There was a spear leaning against a wall. It was surprisingly chilly.)

(Whos room was this, anyway? Single bed, so none of your familys. Jans? No it would have more stuff, they lived here right? Not that bickering pair or bonded couple, you imagine they would have had a shared room. So that left that traveler.)

(Convenient!)

(You start at the pack, you had to move fast. Looking through it, it had a few changes of clothes, some rations, and a lot of things you didn't know what they were. Although they looked like something Odile would use. Maybe she was a researcher AND a traveler? Ha! Those two would get along. Some of the clothes looked wildly different, though. Fashion too?)

(You look up at the spear. . . Yep, that sure was a spear. Looked sturdy, long, and- dulled? Huh. The tip of the spear was blunt. Maybe it was for training.)

(Okay, then what about the papers and book? You go over to the desk and take a look. The papers were newspapers, a few letters from different people, oh it's research! They were all about the King and Time Craft. Didn't Odile say one time that scholars were really interested in Time Craft showing up?)

(None of the papers had anything you didn't already know about. You open the book.)

(. . . . . . Huh.)

(Flipping through the pages, you notice a lot of things. Theres a lot of drawing of landscapes, and people, and monsters. A lot of them had notes, too. That traveler must have a vivid imagination. There were notes about all sorts of things. Reminders written by the writer. And it looked like they were writing conversatons? Hmm. . .)

(You flip a few pages and stop. There's diagrams here. Measurments. Circles and symbols you didn't exactly recognise. Advanced craft? It looked VERY advanced whatever it was. You tried reading more, but it was getting more and more complicated. Maybe if you brought it to Odile-)

(You jump as a gloved hand reached around and covers your mouth. A second grabs you neck, both were freezing cold.)

"What the hell are you doing in our room." (You hear from a voice behind you. It sounded, very, very angry.)

(Ooooooooh stars oh that's, that's not good. Okay, okay you can deal with this Siffrin. And besides, you can also just try again. You mumble into the gloved hand.)

(Your assailant huffs, and uncovers your mouth.) "Quietly, now."

(Stars, what do you say?!?) "I-I uh, I-I was just looking around."

"Cut it!" (You feel that hand on your throat tighten, a familiar feeling.) "We are not in a mood for jokes."

(You hear the door to the room open and someone run inside, before closing it again. You smell mint. There's a new voice.) "Miss Vixul I- Who?!?"

"A thief, probably." (You hear, who you assume to be, Vixul say.)

"Unlikely, that is one of the Saviors of Vaugarde." (You hear the new voice say the title dripping with sarcasm.) "Although I suppose he could be both."

"N-nope!" (You squeeze out.) "J-just wanting to make sure the inn is s-safe to sleep in!"

"Lying." (Says the new voice.) "Miss if you could deal with this, I have to tend to Polaris."

"How is he?" (Vixul asks.)

"Befuddled still. Whatever is effecting his mind, it's strong."

(Wait!!!) "H-him, too?" (You mumble out.)

(There's a pause, and then the new voice talks.) ". . . Are others being effected by it, Savior?"

(You nod, frantically.) "M-my uh, u-uh, t-traveling companion, h-he, he's not himself right now."

"Traveling companion?" (You hear Vixul say in the same tone of voice Odile would use when talking about you two.) "Big buff guy?"

(You nod.) "T-that's why I'm here. It spreads by touch, a-and, I think you were the last to, to touch him, s-so. . ."

". . ." (There's a silence, Vixul speaks up eventually.) "You've dealt with this before, haven't you?"

(You nod.) "It smells like mint, spreads through touch. It changes your memories, or controlls you, o-or just, looks through them?"

"You do not sound very confident." (The new voice comments.) "But, that seems accurate."

". . . . ." (You hear Vixul sigh.) "I'm going to let you go. You're gonna help us with this, and we'll help you back. Don't even try to fight me, got it?"

"Can do!" (You laugh a little, your heart not in it.)

(She lets you go, you rub your neck and finally turn around to see who these two were- oh, three. The third person was unconscious and on the bed. You assume that was Polaris. The curly haired one was standing next to him. Vixul, was standing a few feet away, having grabbed the spear off the wall. She was glaring at you.)

(You breathe in, and out.) "Good to meet you two~"

(The curly haired one rolls his eyes.) "My name is Wren. This idiot is Polaris." (He says, gesturing to the unconscious one.)

"Vixul." (Says the tall one. Few words, huh.)

"Siffrin." (You smile at them.) "So! What happened?"

"Nope, you first." (Vixul says, glaring at you.) "You broke into my room after all. How do you know so much about mind craft."

"R-right. ." (You lean against a wall. Stars, where to start. Well, hmm, keep it vauge?) "Well, I experienced it first hand. Few weeks ago in Jouvente someone was going around messing with things."

"Details, please." (Says Wren, glaring at you.)

(Stars.) "Well. . . The person who was messing things was also being messed with. After sorting everything out, they uh, actually joined us on trying to find out who started it."

"Really?" (Vixul looked at you with a look that screamed dissapointment.) "That doesn't sound suspicious at all."

"I know I know!! Listen it just, made sense in the moment!!" (You shake your head.) "They still know some mind craft, and if they try anything they know I'll be after em."

"Stupid. If they know mind craft they'll just change your memory so you don't." (Wren retorts.) "You can't be that idiotic, right?"

(You wince, well, he WAS right.) "I. . . Have my ways?"

"There's a way to resist mind craft?" (He tilts his head.) "Tell."

(Stars above. Great. You look between the strangers you were talking to. No way you could bring THAT up here.) ". . . It's personal."

(You see Vixul and Wren give each other a look.)

". . . Fine, alright, how do we undo it." (Vixul asks, looking tired.)

"Last time there was a sort of charm that, once broken, dispelled the Mind Craft. It looked like a star."

(There was a silence as the two of them started thinking. You were thinking, too. Who was this trio anyways? They didn't seem like just ordinary travelers. You couldn't place Vixuls accent, and Wren seemed very. . . attentive.)

"So, what about him?" (You say, asking about Polaris.)

"Oh! Right." (Vixul huffed.) "Well that guy Isabeau, he went upstairs, came downstairs, said hi to me, hi to Polaris, Polaris said he felt sick, started acting weird, and Wren put him to sleep to take him up here. I got here first and found you and you know the rest."

(You nod, following along. So Isa started spreading mind craft after he went upstairs then back? Maybe it was someone up there who spread it to him. Then- wait a second.) "Why aren't you being effected by mind craft?"

(Vixul opens her mouth, then closes it, then looks away.) ". . . It's personal."

(Personal? What would be personal that could- oh.)

(Oooohhh. . .)

(She wasn't writing a conversation in her book, she was writing to herself. She resisted the mind craft. And she did say "we" instead of "I" earlier.)

(. . . . . .)

(. . . . Somehow, this makes you feel less alone.)

". . . Any other questions?" (Wren asks.)

"N-nope! That's all!" (You smile at them.)

(He nods, and sighs.) ". . . Then you should get going. Me and Vixul will look for that charm once Polaris is safe." (It was a very clear message of 'please leave'.)

"Sounds good to me~" (You say, walking over to the door.) "Don't be strangers now! Though, might want to work on your introductions."

"Same to you." (Vixul replies. Rolling her eyes.) "Try not looking through peoples stuff."

"No promises!" (You laugh a little. And open the door out.) "And if you need m- Oh!"

(Odile was standing in the hallway outside the room looking at you.)

(You wave to her.) "Morning, Odile! I was just-"

(She raises a hand towards you. What was she-)

<MOVE>

(You feel your body move on instinct at the sudden screaming inside your head. You jump back into Vixuls room You feel some powerful craft spell in the spot you were just standing-)

<Keep moving. Dangerous.>

(What?!? WHEN did you show up-)

"Oh what now!" (Vixul says, grabbing her spear and standing up.)

"I-I don't know! One of my companions, she-" (What WAS Odile doing?!?)

<Dangerous. A seal, or craft break, or->

(What do you MEAN?!?)

"She's likely effected by mind craft." (Wren takes up a position between the door and Polaris.)

(You see Odile appear in the doorway. She's not saying anything. She's sweating, like she's trying really hard to focus on. . . Something. She holds up a palm again.)

"Move it!!" (Vixul knocks you out of the and takes whatever craft spell Odile was using. She stumbles back.) "Hrrgh-"

"Miss Vixul!"

"I-I'm fine! Hey! Lady!! What's your problem?!?"

"Odile. . ." (You mumble, what, she's, being controlled too?!?)

<No time. Find a way out.>

(But, she, there's no way, right? She's too smart for that! She would have helped so much with this! And, a-and-)

<Enough. You look around the room. Window, Wren, books, Vixul, Odile, bed->

<Odile raises up her hand again, it looks like she's trying to say something.>

"Leave us alone, please." (Wren says, annoyed. He holds up a paper sign of his own, crackling with craft. You see Odiles spell get caught mid flight by Wrens. Counterspell?)

"O-Odile! What's going on what's, w-what-" (You stumble out.)

"That's Odile?" (Vixul asks, looking between you and her.) "I think she's trying to kill you, bud."

"B-but-"

"Go, Siffrin." (Wren says, preparing another counter.) "We will be fine."

(You open your mouth to protest, but your words get stuck in your throat. B-but, but she-)

<It's time to go.>

(Null wait, I- WAIT WAIT- WE NEED TO HELP ODILE!!)

<You make a dash for the window and jump out.>

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 31st (happy halloween!)

modern!anakin x aftercare

wow, finally at the end! here’s some much needed aftercare after a month of filthy smut. if you’re a new follower who has joined me along my kinktober journey, hi! i’m so happy you’re here and i hope you stay! if you’ve been with me from the start, i appreciate you sm. i see all your requests and i can’t wait to get to them. 🎀

it always takes you a while to come back to yourself after anakin fucks you.

it’s a combination of things, the exhaustion — considering he’ll never allow you to only cum once, and will often drag it out for as long as he can. the physical exertion on your body from the different positions you’d be held in would cause you to completely black out for a while, finally able to rest your head on the pillow whilst you catch your breath, thighs violently trembling. of course, a huge defining factor of why you would drift from reality for a moment would be due to how deep in subspace ani would have you. he’s so naturally dominant as it is, so when you fuck — best believe by the end you’ll feel reduced down to a being that purely exists to receive his praise, or please him, or whatever it is that day.

you always hear him before you feel him, it’s the procedure.

“baby.” he cooes quietly, still a little breathless himself. “you did well, sweetheart. my best girl, did so good for me.. gonna hold you now, that okay?” his voice is familiar, deep, comforting — but you’re still drifting through space. you don’t know how, but you manage a nod. you always do, you can’t bare to be apart from him any longer. after sex, you’re usually at your most clingy — needing him to ground you and cater to you until you’re back to yourself again.

“theeere we go.” he scoops you into his arms, pulling your cheek to his chest. he’s clammy, and so are you — but you can hear his heart thrumming against your ear and it just helps. he’s here. you’re here. it’s all okay.

“how was that, baby? any pain? don’t have to talk, can show me if you like.” anakin rasps, peeling himself back ever so slightly. you whine urgently, worried he’s pulling away from you fully and his gaze snaps towards you, keeping a firm but gentle hand on your back. “hey? you’re alright? i’m not going anywhere, my love. just need to see you, that’s all.” he comforts, the hand on your back now rubbing in a circle.

“don’t go.” a small voice leaves you, half muffled in his chest, your fingers digging into his thick tattooed bicep and you feel him nod.

“m’not. not going anywhere til you want me to. i’m gonna ask you my questions though, that okay?” he thumbs at the back of your neck, trying his best to make you feel cradled in his clutch. you nod, permitting him.

“okay sweet girl. are you hurting anywhere?” he repeats. it always astounds you how he manages to keep his voice so calm and… in charge. you’re not making any effort to claw your way out of your submissive mindset, infact if anything you’re sinking further into that hole but that was okay. it was warm and safe there, and sometimes you needed to cling on just a little longer.

“no. you were soft.” you speak and he kisses the top of your head in silent praise for speaking.

“yeah, i was nice on you today, hm?” he hums, pulling you impossibly closer. “are you gonna let me clean you up? or do you wanna cuddle?” he tilts his head, attempting to look at you. you lean upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’ll take that as cuddle.” he huffs out a laugh at your little groan into his neck, probably leaking your shared finish out of you and onto him.

“mhm.”

“mmmhm.” he repeats, adjusting to be more comfortable until you’re fully on top of him. “there she is. did a number on you today huh?” he rests a hand behind his head, looking down at you. you don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect you to— he’ll be there to hold you as long as you need.

[jack-kellys]

hiya fizz!! can I request davey + forgetting to eat for the bad things happen bingo? idk it just feels so Him yk

bonus points if there's javey involved asw (maybe with the anger born of worry trope idk)

tyy :))

hey theeere kit of course! one box per fic, though, making it harder for myself >:)

ao3 series here, and request a trope from these here!

The chillier breezes and shifting leaves of autumn came quicker than David could have planned. Not like he can plan seasons, of course, but he hadn’t had time to factor in what autumn meant to his, shall he say.. outside responsibilities.

School, for one, had picked up once September finished- assignments were piling enough and David left home that morning with Les with arithmetic still to complete. It occupied his lunch period, pencil messily scratching across the page to finish it before his next class.

And after school he’s at the circulation gate, waiting for the evening edition with a couple of the boys. Sometimes Sarah accompanies him when she can get out of the house, and especially since their folks don’t permit Les to sell anymore (much to the now ten-year-old’s chagrin), but today isn’t one of those days. It’s solely David, tapping his foot.

“He’s late,” he mutters out, not to anyone in particular.

“Who, Jack?” Racer asks, perking up. That’s true, but not what David meant.

“Wiesel,” David sighs. “Folks are expecting us on the streets in only a few minutes, right?”

“Cool it,” Racer chuckles. “Ain’t a thing. We got better things to be pissed at him about.”

“I’m not- pissed,” David frowns, shoulders bunching a little. He stops tapping his foot. Race gives him an exaggerated nod, eyes widened, and David rolls his own. Finally the gate opens and when David turns away from the window with his fifty papers in hand, Jack appears in front of him with some kind of smile on his face.

“You’re also late,” David says, and Jack only smiles wider. “You selling?”

“Ain’t I always,” Jack smirks, patting his bag- less than his usual, David thinks. “I got a request.”

David’s lips quirk, following Jack when he begins to walk them away from the circulation center. “What kind, exactly?”

“A good one, promise,” Jack replies, setting his hand on Davey’s shoulder, likely to steer him toward whatever odd adventure Jack’s planned. “It’s startin’ to get colder, you know, and Klopp can only buy so much for us. It’s up to us older fellas to pick up the slack. New socks, new gloves, extra fabric to stuff clothes with.”

That’s reasonable in terms of necessity, but not in the way that matters most. David turns his head toward Jack. “How did you get the money for that?”

Jack smiles again, wide, eyes narrowed in amusement or pride.

“Easy,” he states. “I didn’t. Now c’mon.”

For all of the legends and stories David has heard, he’s never seen Jack’s thieving skills in action. There are lots of things he’s swiped over the years, apparently, that simply hadn’t made it to his rap sheet- and most were far more impressive than food and clothing. So while David doesn’t exactly like it, he makes conversation with a shop clerk while Jack slithers into the store behind him. The bottom line is that they can’t afford it, and the kids at the lodge need it, and that has to outweigh the moral consequences of it all.

David’s normally a talkative person. Not a good talker, maybe–definitely a better one now–but he can keep going, and going. He’s leaning on the counter, having linked his english class to the price of wool going up somehow, and he feels his brain start to…slide, almost. It feels distracted, but not by anything he can tell, and his gaze falls to the counter as it does. Maybe he’s just tired, but he has to keep talking so Jack can get–

“Hey. Hey. Kid, you alright?”

David’s head snaps up with a quick inhale at the clerk’s voice, blinking a few times to sort out his vision. He’d been really intent on that counter.

“Uh, yes, yeah,” he nods quickly. “Just fine, ah- sorry, what was I talking about..?”

“You ain’t been talking for nearly a minute,” the clerk replies, “what- HEY!”

That can only mean one thing. David can hear the door open, and before it can close, he’s running outside.

“Thought you said you were good at this!” David yells, catching up to Jack. His paper bag is filled, and his shirt must be stuffed- he’s gripping his sleeves like random objects might start pooling out from them.

“I am when my partner ain’t suddenly go dead silent!” Jack retorts, glancing behind them. He picks up his pace, and painstakingly, David does the same, a pit forming in his stomach.

His expression slackens. More than a pit- something like a hurricane, swirling his insides in circles, over and over.

“Jack,” he tries, but his voice doesn’t carry this time. He’s way more out of breath than he should be. “Jack. We need to- I need to stop.”

His partner’s head swivels at that, expression incredulous. “Dave, we-”

Jack blinks, eyes widening suddenly, and he nods vigorously. Ask and David shall receive, apparently…

In a moment, Jack’s hands are on him, as if he knew David was inches from stumbling. He practically shoves David into an alley, the change in direction jostling his brain. His legs are keeping up, but his brain can’t seem to, and every time he blinks they’re an extra five feet ahead of where they only just were.

Finally, Jack stops, and so does David, breathing hard. Spots are entering his vision, and he tries to blink them away, grabbing onto a railing at the bottom of a fire escape to steady himself.

“Shit, Dee,” he hears Jack hiss, and his fingers fall away from the railing as he’s guided and then sat against the wall. In front of him are Jack’s big, blurred, midnight-dark eyes, his eyebrows creased with concern. Light dapples parts of his face from above, landing on his pink-brown cheeks. He must’ve set David under the stairs. “Davey- Davey, hey, what’s goin’ on? What happened?”

Jack pats his cheek suddenly as he speaks, jerking David back to an attention he hadn’t realized he’d left.

“I just… can’t. Run. Ri’now,” David supplies, blinking at the other.

“Yeah I got that,” Jack almost chuckles, gaze still filled with worry His hand finds David’s forehead. “Are you sick?”

David shakes his head slowly, leaning into Jack’s palm. “Had to do math, during lunch.”

This somehow confounds Jack more, eyebrows scrunching, before he nods.

“Davey,” Jack sighs. “You gotta eat during lunch, okay? Gotta do that, or you’re gonna black out mid-sprint.”

“I blacked out after,” David corrects. The corrects again- “I didn’t black out.”

Jack nods in what David assumes is mock-understanding, before the boy shifts closer, pressing a quick kiss to David’s temple. Then he leans back, sitting on his knees and watching David for a moment. He can feel himself smile slightly, and Jack mirrors it meltily, before David snorts as the other tries to quickly wipe it off his face.

“Stay there,” Jack orders, standing himself up. “I’m gonna go grab you somethin’, alright? Then we’ll head back.”

David nods, leaning his head back against the brick behind him and resting his eyes. There’s no movement in front of him.

“Stop staring and get me some food, Kelly,” he hums.

“I–” Jack huffs. There’s a pause. “On it.”

[missamyrisa2]

A tickle probe and milking machine… used for collection and sensory research.. I promise I’m a good boy… I don’t need any treatment…

You being a good boyyyy is exactly whyyy you need this treatment ~ you won't be naughty noooo not at allll as you are scanned and locked into the machine with all the examination tools spinning and buzzing around. Don't worry about the restraints on your wrists and ankles and chest, that's just normal procedure for your safety. It'll be over so fast, just lickety-split as the feather probes begin humming and twirling down to your navel and hipsss. Just routine examinations and reflex tests, nothing to worry your pretty little head about. The fuzz is designed to stimulate your nerves and help facilitate our data gathering.

Oohh? What was that sound? Now, I know that wasn't a giggle. You're a good boy and you wouldn't laugh at such a serious procedure now would you? Hmm I didn't think so. Now let's get back on track and get those probes up to your underarms so we'll just adjust the frame and lift your arms and go down those muscles. Yes, it's quite necessary for the probes to tremble like that and make those clicky sounds. I know it doesn't bother you because you're a good boy.

My, my. At least, I thought you were. My my my. Making such rude squeaks and giggles now? You'd better keep it together dear, I need to probe under those toes now. Yes, a fuzzy feather probe buzzing under each one. We have to do this in sequence after all. One toe and then the next and then, you guessed it, the next toe. Buzzing and feathering and stimulating. And hmmm ~ let's get the navel probe going faster now. Yes, in and out. Get allll the data from your bellybutton now.

My goodness ~ a moan? Why, I never. Good boys don't make such sounds and oooooooh dear, oooh junebugs, loook at this! Why, you aren't a good boy at all! You're so hard! Naughty naughty thing you. Dirty dirty dirty, getting so awfully aroused from a routine examination? There's only one treatment for a naughty thing like you. We need to drain you dry. Why yes, I do believe we'll be employing the milking machine module now. Oh, are we scared now? I see you shrinking there. Nope, nope nope. You aren't escaping this you awful arouser.

Let's just turn these probes up. Yes, now that I know what these do to you we'll just up your volume and frequency and ~ there we goooo, feather probes buzzing in your armpits and along your sides, and I'll bet you're even sensitive on these hips you naughty thing you. Ah. There we go. Be naughty. I need you extra naughty for the milking. Let's get those buzzies under your toes realllly twirling. Ooh, here it comes dirty boy, look at that. Yes, that red cap is coming for your nasty nasty part. The cap elongates into this sleeve and the insides are specially coated to extract a maximum payload of that ~ that nasty stuff.

Don't you worry your pretty head, we'll get you fixed up right quick. We're gonna get allll that naughtiness out of you, all of it. Yes, yes. Just pull the clicky crank and ~~~ theeere we goooo. There's a boyyyy. The milker likes youuuu. No no, you can't fight this. It won't be removed, nope. And the tickles are gonna keep you just so naughty and making those awful awful sounds. We'll get every naughty giggle and dirty moan out of you, I promise my formerly good boyyyy. We'll get you back to your goodness in no time and then you can sleep it off in the back lounge where we have plenty of giggle therapists on hand to make sure you are completely drained and recovered .

But for now just try to relax ~ anddd who am I kidding ~ you aren't going to relax. You're going to thrash and squirm so perfectly for me. So hotly, as you get so pink in the skin and worked up. Because listen to me ~ the machines aren't stopping. Nope. You're going to be probed and stimulated and drained until you've got nothing left in that naughty pool. Yes, buck and fight it. Give me all your energy. The machine can't be deterred. The milker has you and she's not letting goooo ~ and neither are the feather probes. In fact, let's add one to each of those naughty tush cheeks too ~ put you in your place. Yes, now you can't not buck right into that milker. Mmhmm. Don't resist it. You're gonna give me allll those honeydrops now, all of them. All your giggles too. I'm taking every one of them and then we're taking you in the back to drain you more.

And guess what ~ naughtiness can't be cured, I'm afraid. It can only be mitigated. That means we need to routinely drain you, flush alll that bad stuff out ~ but don't worryyyy we have the best in scanning tech and we'll be checking in on you regularly from now on. And you bet your pennies we'll be there to snatch you up so your naughtiness stays contained, every time. Now then, let's seeee what other sounds we can get outta ya ~<3

[twilightmalachite]

Yuuta Aoi - Budding Season

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: CosPro Office (Conference Area)

Yuuta: (Yaaay, I got some super-spicy rice crackers from someone at the agency!)

(Thanks for the mea~l. *chew chew*)

(Ah~, delicious! This tingling sensation that lingers on the tongue is just the best…☆)

(Since we’ve advertised ourselves as “the older brother who likes sweet food” and “the younger brother who likes spicy food” to emphasize our twin characters…)

(Those around us can tell us apart, and I don’t have any problem getting spicy food these days~.)

(I get told things like “It was a gift from a business partner, so I saved it for you, Yuuta-san” and “I saw this during a business trip, so I bought it for you”…)

(I’m so glad I’ve been using my love for spicy food as my appeal…☆)

(I’ll have to remember to mention that in my in my interview with the idol magazine today. ♪)

(…I have a lot of solo work tomorrow, too. I’ve gotten a sudden increase in individual appearances lately…)

(I guess it’s because half of 2wink, that sold themselves for their identical looks, suddenly got an image change?)

(Though my blood does boil when trashy gossip mags will write about it and call it a “rebellious phase that came late” or an “agency policy” or whatever.)

(But I try to tell myself it’s better than not being talked about at all.)

Yuuta: (…But when I get pissed off, I get seriously pissed off, though~.)

(Anyhow. The attention I’ll be getting for this is temporary, so I need to make sure I don’t get too cocky.)

(Right now, it’s just bonus time. I’m only being featured out of amusement, because they find it unusual and unheard of—)

(I need to properly give thought on how to proceed myself as 2wink, and as Aoi Yuuta…)

(I know things won’t be the same as they used to… How can I convey who I am now…?)

(……)

(Nope, I don’t have any ideas…)

(Maybe I’ll read idol magazines and ponder it.)

Rinne: Heya all~, Crazy:B minus Niki has arrived! ♪

Yuuta: (Ugh. Someone troublesome just came in!)

(I’ll hide my face behind this magazine to not be noticed…)

Rinne: Ooh, I see a little cutie! Yu~ta ♪

Yuuta: (Ignore him, ignore him…)

Rinne: That’s the magazine with Crazy:B’s gravure!

Are ya takin’ notice to me? I’m embarrassed~, Gyahaha! ☆

Yuuta: (I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)

HiMERU: —Amagi, quit it.

Kohaku: What he said. Can’t ya see you’re botherin’ Yuuta-han?

Rinne: It’s fine, it’s fiiine! Yuta and I are buddies!

Don’t ignore me, Yuta! Come have a nice chat with your big bro, ‘kay?

Yuuta: You are not my big bro!

Rinne: Theeere we go. Finally lookin’ at me, eh?

You eatin’ those spicy rice crackers again? Won’t ya upset yer stomach eatin’ too much of that stuff?

Yuuta: None of your business.

Rinne: Hmm… Are ya growin’ your hair out more?

Yuuta: It’s less that I’m growing it out, and just that I’m not cutting it.

I’m free to do whatever I want with my hair, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, aren’t I?

HiMERU: HiMERU agrees. Growing your hair long means more options for styling it.

Kohaku: Is that the reason why Niki-han’s got long hair too?

Rinne: In that guy’s case, growin’ it out would do nothin’ but just have it be longer, wouldn’t it?

He had his hair pulled back when we first met too, just shorter than it is now.

Kohaku: Is that so? …Yuuta-han, can I ask ya a stupid question that’s been on my mind for a while?

Is that hairstyle some sorta show of respect to Madara-han?

Yuuta: Huh, Mikejima-senpai?

Kohaku: Y’know, the half-up sorta look. It’s similar to how Madara-han wears his hair, y’know?

So I figured it maybe was a matter of respect. Doesn’t seem to be the case though, judgin’ from your reaction.

Yuuta: Ahaha… Yeah, it’s just a coincidence. I figured it’d be a little boring if I just grew it out.

It’d get in my face when I move around, so I just tied the sides of my hair up.

It’s a surprise to me that it was taken as a sign of respect for Mikejima-senpai. If I’m gonna grow my hair out, I gotta learn how to style it, huh…

Rinne: How ’bout we Crazy:B try givin’ producin’ yer hairstyle a try, Yuta? We’ll cook ya up a good meal!

Yuuta: Thank you very much~, if you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate it, then~.

Rinne: Ah, I thought ya would never agree to that in your life.

Yuuta: Ahaha. ♪ Seems like the magazine reporter is here to see me, so you’ll have to excuse me first.

HiMERU: Yes. I apologize for our Amagi.

Rinne: The hell you mean by that?

See ya later then, Yuta.

Kohaku: Do your best at work!

Yuuta: (Produce my hairstyle, huuuh?… Crazy:B’s changed, too. They weren’t that type of character when they first debuted.)

(…Guess the same goes for me. Back when I first debuted… No, even since when we’d perform on the streets, all I did was imitate Aniki.)

(As the two-in-one twin idols, 2wink.)

(Because, that was the strongest weapon we had.)

Yuuta: (…How will I change? How will I grow and who will I become?)

(……)

(I don’t know, so I’ll just do what I’m able to do now. One by one, as Aoi Yuuta would.)

(If I build myself up carefully like this, then one day—)

(I believe I’ll reach the future I desire.)

[ ☆ ]

story directory

[princess-of-the-corner]

Relating to the Tiger-Bee stuff from yesterday but I am just imagining the anarchy of all this and then the the classes perspective, cos like.

OK, so Chloe & Juleka are being super heroes and having a great time in their new personas/identities that are "Completely" or near completely divorced from their civilian selves. & have enough free time to hang out 'a lot' in hero form; Queen Bee's particularly avid as this is literally the healthiest relationship she has.

There's definitely some flirting, but despite some genuine mutual interest, Tigress has someone she's pursuing in civilian guise and QB steps back. Juleka's boost in confidence gets her to finally shoot her shot with Rose but oops, Ali is here so that burns out.

Which circles into a nit of comfort turned flirting, turned QB making her move cos Chloe has zero chill when she likes someone and no grasp of what a healthy relationship looks like. So being a "Rebound" doesn't even register, besides Tigress already said she liked her, just that she'd been pursuing someone as a civilian for longer. Obviously with time, QB's exceptional-ness will surpass this nameless scrub.

Or to quote an 80s song:

The Stingers - Perfect Match Someone wonderful as you, needs someone as wonderful as me Lady can't you see, we're a perfect match, perfect match Side by side unified we make an ideal pair Where else can you find someone, so good, so right, so theeere! No one's half as good for you and no one is ever gonna be Together we would be a perfect a match

So that's happening and is very public, but it also kind of serves as spark for Rose to make her move at last. (Ali was a celebrity crush) Which oh boy, Juleka's apparently somehow found someone else but also can't introduce or explain them and then disappeared in a room with no means of leaving unless someone can jump ten stories to avoid the awkward conversation?

Weird.

Tigress explains to QB who after some strange facial contortions is like "This is fine, our civilian lives and hero lives are different people entirely. You said yourself how different you are. Its not cheating if we're different people." & like, Tigress isn't 'sure' it works that way, but her sense of self while not as skewed as Chloe's is definitely divided enough for it to logically work.

So she tries to explain this to Rose & well, yeah its not hard to put together who Juleka is now is it? But Rose is seemingly OK with it (Cos she finds Tigress a little bracing and isn't sure how to process that side of Juleka & has been shipping Tiger-Bee since minute one).

So all's well that ends well right?

Well not quite as this isn't exactly a well structured poly relationship put together by three people who know what they're doing. But its hanging together- Until Chloe's ID is discovered by them.

Chloe: So then you have been two timing? Juleka: What!? Chloe: If you see my personas as the same person despite everything then the same is true for you no?

Juleka: Dammit... Now I feel like a heel too. Rose: Well I didn't do anything so I think- Chloe: You did worse than nothing, you kept Juleka on standby until you thought you might lose her, how is that fair? She's a person not some mint condition collectible!

Juleka: Hey that's not fair! Rose: No I... I kind of did always just rely on the fact you'd be there. Chloe: Seems like I'm the one with the moral high ground.

Rose & Juleka: That is not remotely true and you know it.

The entire Class & Madame Bustier: (OO)

Cos like, from their perspective this is just rapid fire:

Juleka made her move, but on no it didn't pan out! Now she's seeing someone else? But she won't introduce them, so they might be fake! Now she's apparently dating two people!? What, how Juleka's a heartthrob?! & both girls somehow didn't know who the other is, but do know they exist? How does this work!? Wait, one of those girls she's seeing is Chloe!? How!? Chloe!? What!? How!?

Cue the trio realizing they have an audience and just fucking bailing.

So class is confusion, Tiger-Bee has marked their relationship publicly as "Complicated" and wow, so weird that drama is happening at the same time as Rose/Juleka/Chloe explosion.

Strange timing!

Anyway, I actually imagine that like, some shirt gets worked through, clumsily and fumbling, with a sort of "OK, maybe we all rushed into this & need to work on some stuff" attitude prevailing. All in time for season 2, with parental and medical drama ahoy! Also maybe some new heroes too!?

Juleka jumping out a 10 story building to avoid an awkward conversation is a Mood™

[gravitytrips]

Part one: Sand

Scout stretched and yawned, standing outside of the base. He knew for sure that after his morning run, he’d be able to take on the day. After breathing in the fresh morning air for a moment, Scout set off around the base.  As Scout ran, he mentally prepped himself for the match. He wouldn’t mess up this time. He wouldn’t make this match a loss. He would make his team proud. Half way around the base, Scout felt a sharp pain in his leg. For a split second he thought it was just his muscles acting up from the run, then a familiar sensation of fog filling his brain sent him into a panic.  Had he missed an appointment again? Surely not. Not after what Medic had done last time. That left only one other scenario, then.

Scout opened his mouth to scream, but a large hand clamped around his mouth.

Scout kicked and fought, but was quickly growing weaker. Strong arms wrapped around Scout’s body, preventing him from falling or getting away.

With the darkness quickly enveloping Scout’s field of view, all the boy could do was let out a frightened whimper.

The first thing Scout felt was the feeling of the soft sheets Medic always used on his infirmary beds. Then, he became aware of the cloth-lined iron clamped around his ankles and wrists. Once he recognized that feeling, he knew he was in real danger.

His Medic only ever used leather restraints.

Scout still didn’t open his eyes when he heard voices nearby. Perhaps he could fool them into thinking he was still unconscious. The boy focused on his breathing, slowing it down. After a few minutes, the steady breaths and the nearby beeping of a heart monitor lulled Scout back into sleep.

When Scout awoke again, it was to the sound of snapping and worried voices.

“Oi, RED. Can you hear us?” The first voice says. Australian accent.

“He seems to be vhaking up. Hold his head up, I’m going to give him some vhater.”

Who was that? It almost sounded like Medic, but something was off with his voice. His accent was just a little less strong and his tone a little too soft.

Scout could feel his head being propped up. Presumably by the BLU Sniper. It was in that moment that Scout realized just how dry his throat and mouth were.

Scout felt the cool edge of a metal cup touch his lips. As much as he wanted to protest the liquid sloshing around inside, he was too thirsty.

Scout’s lips parted and the water slid into his mouth. In a terrifying moment, Scout forgot how to swallow and choked on the water. The cup was immediately pulled away and Scout was leaned forward. 

After coughing for a few moments, Scout settled and was laid back down. Only then did Scout open his eyes.

“Theeere he is.” The distinctly Australian accent said.

Scout couldn’t help but stare. Before him stood the BLU Medic and Sniper. Their faces were…wrong. They should be looking at him with scorn, but only worry and a bit of pity filled their eyes. This was all so wrong. The BLU team was not supposed to be kind to him. He had been killed by them far too many times.

“Easy, easy. Calm down. Ve aren’t going to hurt you.” The Medic said in an attempt to calm Scout down.

“Well…we were….” The Sniper whispered.

Medic smacked the Sniper on the back of the head when the he said that.

“Yes, ve VERE, but vhen we saw all those scars on you…”

“We figured it would be best to see just how much your team would be willing to give up to get you back.” The Sniper said coolly.

“I’m a…hostage…?” Scout asked in a small voice.

“Vell, yes. Ve vill keep you here until your team either pays to get you back or decides you aren’t worth it.” The Medic answered. He sounded awfully nonchalant about this.

Scout looked down at the metal clamps on his wrists and ankles. He was restless. He wanted to get up and move about. He felt far too vulnerable like this. 

Scout shifted uncomfortably. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask if he could walk around a bit, the Medic spoke up again.

“Ve vill come up with a vay for you to move about without risking our safety soon. Just lay back down for now. Relax. You’ll be all right.”

The Medic’s voice was soft and reassuring as he spoke. It was a very odd thing to hear.

Scout was silent after that, simply looking around the room. It was much cleaner in here than it was in the RED infirmary. No birds flying around. No blood on the floors and walls. Sterile. 

Scout glanced at the operating table on the other side of the room and couldn’t help but wonder if he would be tortured there. That’s what happened to hostages, right? They were tortured? Scout was definitely not looking forward to finding out. Not after all the things he’d seen his Medic do to people. 

He closed his eyes again, seeking the soft comfort of sleep again. A voice interrupted his sleepy pursuit.

“No, no, no. You have slept far too long as it is. It is too dangerous for you to go back to sleep now.” 

Scout groaned. He was tired.

“What? Why?�� Scout felt himself ask before he realized what he was saying.

“The sedative I dosed you vith should have only lasted three hours. You slept for NINE.” The BLU Medic said, his voice slightly irritated. 

Scout decided to stay quiet about the fact that he had woken up before and just gone back to sleep. He didn’t want to anger the enemy Medic any farther.

Scout simply laid in bed for hours afterward, not moving. Not speaking. Occasionally the Medic would bring him water or ask him if he wanted anything. Every time, he only answered with a simple “no”.

RED had definitely noticed Scout’s absence during breakfast and throughout the day. It was clear that Scout wasn’t there, whining and groaning. Always complaining or talking about something. 

Then, it became worrisome when Scout didn’t appear at any point of the day. They checked his room. They checked all the places he liked to hide. They even went into the desert to see if he had gotten lost.

As they were returning, Sniper spotted something in the porch.

There was a note, written on a scrap of paper, lying on the worn boards.

Sniper read the note. Several agonizing seconds went by before the note fell from his hands.

The others scrambled to get a look at what it said.

Upon the scrap of paper were seven words, each clear and beautifully written in the distinct handwriting of the BLU Spy.

 “How much are you willing to give?”

@aerowolf

@callme-adam-iguess

@paranoidginger

[friendlyhog]

Hey there, sport! Daddy hog has a fursona now! Nice to meet ya! Come here and get your hug for the day! Theeere we go. 🥰

[vorish-wonderland]

Now hear me out:

Mer person reader (can be a smaller fish species or something like a crab) who happens to stumble out of their little safe haven, which had a very small entrance only they could fit in, and come across the twins (or just Floyd)

OR

Reader is kept as a pet in a fish tank/bowl and is stuck with the Leech twins, forced to be a temporary snack. D:

Hehe, bye~ *rolls out until they come back with new idea*

- 🌽 anon

lmao what if I can't decide which idea is better and just combine both ahaha

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey

★✦Yummy Crab...✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡���☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

You're a crab merperson... a rather rare sight, but hey, you're fine being lonely. Kinda peaceful, actually. You live in a cave with a tiny entrance that only you can really fit through. You like it! It's snug and cozy, and you're completely safe and protected in there!

...

Or at least... you were.

One day, when you decided to leave your little cave to go get some food, you got grabbed by someone...

"Oh my... now what do we have here?" It was a moray, so... you basically assumed you were going to die right then and there.

"Ooooo~! A tasty little crab!!" There were two of them. Identical. "C'mon, c'mon, let's eat it! It looks so good~!"

"Hang on, Floyd. Let's think about this for a moment... I have a much better idea for us."

That smile. That stupid smile. You would, unfortunately, get very used to that stupid, sinister smile.

You've been in a tank on land for the past year. At least those stupid twins constantly make sure you're healthy and comfortable... and they make sure you have good food, so... at least they know how to take care of you.

But it's not like that makes your situation any better...

After all, you're basically a pet, and not to mention a-

"Little craaaab~~! Hehe, I'm baaaaack~!!" You're grabbed out of the tank quite roughly.

"What do you want, Floyd?" You sigh, kicking your little segmented legs. You would pinch him... if you had claws. You see, being a crab merperson, you don't really have claws like a crab would, you have arms in their place. Really unfortunate, given your circumstance.

"I'm hungry is what's going on, little crab."

"Again???"

"Yes, again! Maaan, do you not know how hunger works~?" He holds you close to his face.

"Of course I know what hunger is... but you and your brother don't always have to eat me... you could eat actual food." You roll your eyes, already being stuffed into his mouth.

"Oh shush, I eat actual food... I just like eating you too~"

It's hard for him to actually fit all of you in there, but unluckily for you, he's got a second pair of teeth to help with that...

And just like that, there you go, all the way in, and swallowed.

"Theeere we go~" Floyd sighs and pats his stomach. "I'm nice and full... and you're safe and comfy~!"

"I wouldn't say 'comfy'... or safe."

"Whatever, you know I wouldn't hurt ya~!" He pauses. "...mostly because Jade would get mad at me... but regardless~! You know you don't have anything to worry about~!!"

You look around, already starting to get a bit bored... I mean, there's not much to do in here, is there?

"Can I at least have some water in here?"

"Comin' right up~!"

That's right. At least they're not actively trying to kill you...

So, when you think about it, you could definitely be in a much worse scenario...

...

But you're still allowed to be angry about it.

[grayishgiggles]

Differences (Part 2)

Spider-Man: No Way Home Tickle Fic

Read Part 1 HERE!

The older Peters pay another visit to the youngest. However, only Peter 2 shows up, raising many questions: is Peter 3 avoiding something? Or perhaps someone?

Yeah, that someone is Peter 2, still planning tickle the crap out of him. This hunt is no longer about figuring out the differences of the three spider-men for the sake of multiverse science anymore. It was cause Peter 2 was feeling like a mean older brother.

—————

Peter 2 finished folding a t-shirt and neatly placed it on Peter 1’s bed. The surprise visit was something the youngest didn’t expect, but very much appreciated since he was still adjusting to his…not-so-pretty living situation. With dishes and spider-suits being dirty half of the time, it was nice to have fresh and clean clothes for the week thanks to his oldest brother.

“You know, you don’t have to do this, dude,” Peter 1 sheepishly mumbled, sitting on the end of the bed as he separated shirts from shorts.

“I don’t have to, I want to,” the oldest replied, finishing another shirt. “Plus I like doing these visits, you know? It’s like a vacation, except this time I’m excited to see my family.” Peter 1 chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m kidding, I love my aunt.”

There was a period of silence after Peter 2 finished his words. He bit his lip.

“How are you holding up, anyway? I forgot to ask earlier.” Peter 2 stopped folding, scooting on the bed to be beside the youngest.

The first Peter swallowed. It had been about three days since their last trio meetup, one that ended with him getting tickled to pieces. What jerks. Well…they were loving jerks. He needed it in all honesty, with all the crap going on.

“I’m…I mean I’m hanging in there. It’s up and down.” Peter 1 muttered, playing with a loose string on one of his clean t-shirts. “Things still feel fresh.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Grief’ll do that. I understand, bud. Make sure you let yourself feel it. Don’t try to keep it all locked up inside. Trust me, it isn’t healthy.” He placed a hand on the youngest’s shoulder, his soft eyes meeting the doe eyes of Peter 1. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

Peter 1 nodded with a soft smile. Peter 2’s presence was comforting. It made him wanna spill his heart out about everything that’s been going on in his head. Of course, he didn’t. He instead opened his arms for a hug, receiving a bear sized one and practically being pulled into his older brother’s lap.

“Theeere we go. Brother hug!” Peter 2 patted the kid’s back. They held the hug for a few moments, their minds at ease and their stresses melting away. “I love you, buddy.”

The youngest Peter hummed, “love you too, Peter 2.” He chuckled for a moment. “Heheh, it’s different without the other.”

Peter 2’s eyes widened and broke the hug. Oh shit. “Where’s Peter 3?”

“What do you mean ‘where?’ Were you both planning to come?”

“Yeah! What the hell…he was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.” Peter 2 took his phone out to call him.

This wasn’t like Peter 3, to miss out on hanging with the Peters. If anything, Peter 3 would’ve portaled here before him. He loved being with Peter 1. Something was up.

Suddenly, Peter 2’s connected the dots. “Ohhhhh.”

“What?”

“I know why he’s not here.” Peter 2’s smile grew, resting his head in one hand.

“And?”

“He’s scared I’m gonna tickle him,” the oldest answered, amused. “Like I did to you, remember?”

“How could I forge-!” Peter 1’s tingle activated. He dodged Peter 2’s attempt at a side poke. “No!”

“Aw…worth a try,” Peter 2 chuckled. “I’m still curious about that difference thing. How different can we all be physically?”

He felt his old “science wiz” self come to life as he thought about it more. Could Peter 3 be more ticklish than Peter 1? Or less? Or maybe he had different tickle spots? He didn’t know why, but he just had to figure out the answer.

Peter 1 had been waving a hand in front of his face. The oldest blinked out of his focus. “Oh-sorry.” He shook his head. Raising his head slowly, his eyes lit up just like the lightbulb in his brain.

Peter 2 turned to the youngest. “You wanna help me get him?”

“Get him? Get Peter 3?”

“Yeah! He tickled you to bits too! And he didn’t show up today? That’s worth a good punishment in my opinion.” Peter 2 sat up with a groan (his back was still a problem apparently) and strolled over to face one of Peter 1’s walls.

“Okay um, what do I gotta do?” Peter 1 asked as the oldest took a strange device out of his pocket.

“All you need to do…” Peter 2 trailed off as he clicked buttons, “…is get Peter 3 out of his apartment and in here. He must be camping out there.” Well duh, Peter 2. He lives there.

“Why me?”

“He won’t come if I’m calling out to him. He’s too scared of the big brother tickle monster.”

“Is that what you’re gonna call yourself?” Peter 1 asked, blushing ever-so-slightly.

“It’s a working title,” the oldest glanced back with a smile.

Once done clicking buttons and flipping the appropriate switches, Peter 2 looked ahead expectantly. He frowned, going back down to click some more buttons.

“Dammit Otto, why’s it gotta take so long to…”

A spark-filled orange ring bursted to life in front of them, startling the Peters. “Okay there we go!”

The portal practically resembled one of Dr. Strange’s portals. However, it had a different vibe, the color being more red and the overall circle being rigid shaped. The sparks calmed down after a moment. A different room, Peter 3’s apartment, was visible through the warm glowing circle now.

Peter 2 stepped out of the way and gestured towards the new entrance. Peter 1 blinked and then remembered. “Oh yeah!” He cautiously walked near the portal and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Peter 3!?!”

He waited for a response: nothing.

“It’s Peter 1!”

Still no response. The youngest glanced to Peter 2 for permission to walk in the portal. He received a nod.

Peter 1 stepped into Peter 3’s apartment and onto the much nicer carpet compared to his. As he began gently walking, he could feel himself instinctually get low to the ground in a battle stance.

His body got the strangest sense of deja vu. It felt like he was on a mission, the ones he had on the Avengers, where he’d be breaking into a lair to lure a villain. Yet again this was nothing compared to saving the world.

“Lil Pete?”

A hushed voice came from behind the couch that lied ahead of him. The youngest tip-toed closer. “Hey, yeah, it’s Peter 1!”

“Is Peter 2 there?”

“No, why?” Peter 1 kneeled on the couch cushions and peered over the back of it. Behind the couch was a crouched down Peter 3. He looked like a pretzel with the way he was hiding, looking up with relieved brown eyes.

“Oh thank god. I was worried he was gonna get me.”

“Pfft, no, you’re fine! Why would he get you?” Peter 1 felt odd lying to his brother. It would be worth it though.

“He’s still on the difference thing I think.” Peter 2 answered, attempting to shrug but his shoulders hardly moved.

“You uh…wanna get out of there? Coast is clear.”

Peter 3 bit his lip and then sighed. “I’m trusting you, buddy. I trust you.”

Peter 3 slowly uncurled himself and stood up, stretching mid-stand. “So what’re you doing here anyways?”

“I wanted to visit you.” Peter 1 felt his tingle go off and looked behind. It was only Peter 2 sneaking into the apartment. He must’ve closed the portal too. The youngest held his breath and turned his head back. Peter 3 didn’t notice, right?

“You missed me that much? I feel honored!” The middle brother half-joked, hoisting himself over the couch to plop down on it. He opened his arms. “Now c’mere!”

Peter 1 took another short glance behind him, but his tickle monster of an older brother was gone. Even he was nervous and he wasn’t the one that was gonna get attacked.

“Lil Pete?” Peter 3 caught the kid’s attention again, his hands making grabby motions.

“What?”

“Hug! Gimme hug!!”

The youngest Peter smiled and took a step closer.

“Oh you’ll get more than that.”

Peter 2’s voice came from above, and a second later, he jumped down from the ceiling onto the couch with a “whomp.”

“HOLY FUCK-!”

“Whoaaa! Not in front of the little one!” Peter 2 scolded. The third Peter scrambled to his feet and bolted towards the other side of the room. But Peter 2 shot a line of web that stuck to Peter 3’s shirt. Pulled taught, the web yanked Peter 3 back, him falling to the ground. “Ow!!”

Not a moment later, Peter 2 was standing over his knocked down captive. “Now where were you going, Pete?”

“Waitwaitwait plehehease!! N-noho tickles!! Don’t tickle me!”

“Oh, so you know what I’m gonna do?” The oldest asked, picking up the flailing Peter 3 and carrying him bridal style to the couch. “Make way, Lil spidey.”

Peter 3 gasped as he was playfully thrown on the cushions. “PETER 1 YOU SET ME UP!”

“You didn’t show up to visit me!”

“Yeah, not cool.” Chimed in Peter 2.

“CAUSE PETER 2 WAS GONNA GET ME!”

“And look where that got you.” Peter 2’s smirk was in full display.

“SHUSH!” Peter 3 held a finger at the oldest who was hovering over him. “You shush. No more talking.”

“You, sir…” Peter 2 straddled his hips and wagged his finger, “…have no right to tell me what to do. Peter 1?”

“Hm?”

“Could you be a good little brother and hold up Peter 3’s arms?”

“NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM! Yohou’re better than this!!”

Peter 1 barked out a laugh. “You helped him tickle me!! I’m allowed to help too!” And so he crawled to the end of the couch above Peter 3’s head. However the captive’s strength was hard to match. “Oh come on, Peter 3, just let it happen!”

“No! Never!” Peter 3 shook his head. “Not happening!���

One of Peter 2’s hands snuck under his shirt, his fingernails scratching at Peter 3’s stomach. The middle brother faltered in strength for a moment, but a moment was enough for Peter 1 to pin his arms above his head. “DAMMIT!”

“Now…” Peter 2 wiggled his fingers, “today we test Peter 3’s ticklishness and compare it to Peter 1’s. This of course is for science.” Peter 3 locked his eyes on the evil hands above his torso, giggling like an idiot. “Nononohohonono!”

“Time to test spot number one…sides!” The teasy hands made their attack, vibrating their fingers on both sides of Peter 3. He bucked his hips, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Mm-mm!”

“Hey, he’s holding it in! That’s cheating!” Pointed out Peter 1.

“We can’t have results be inaccurate for this, Peter 3. You better laugh soon.” Peter 2 cooed. “Or we’ll just tickle you all day.”

It was getting more tough to hold in the bubbling giggles building up in his chest. He nearly broke as the tickles switched from vibrations to light scratches. It was always the light tickles that got him bad. Peter 3 jerked to one side.

“Oohhhh okay. I think this method is more effective! Take a note, Peter 1.” The light tickling fingers targeted closer to his ribs, the middle Peter shaking from his contained laughter. “You’re gonna have to laugh eventually, Pete.”

Peter 1’s entertained smile made Peter 3 blush and close his eyes. “N-no!”

Peter 2 stopped for a second, making the trapped Peter open his one eye, confused. But what he didn’t expect was the claws of Peter 2 to dig into his upper ribs. He broke.

“PFFFAHAHA-!” He squealed, bucking harder. “NOHO!”

“There we go!” Peter 2 exclaimed. “Looks like ribs are a bad spot for you and Peter 1, huh?”

“YOHOHOU AHAHASSHOLE!!”

Peter 2’s fingers gently tickled a few of the spaces in between the ribs, getting a squeak from Peter 3. “Is someone ticklish?”

“Y-YOHOu suhuhuck!!”

“We suck?”

“Y-YeheAH you suhuck at ticklihihING!”

Peter 2 quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, buddy? You want me to tickle elsewhere?”

“YEHE-wait NO!”

“He said yes!!” Peter 1 pointed down.

“I heard a yes!”

“NOOO!!”

Peter 2 cracked his knuckles. “Let’s try…” his thumbs drilled into Peter 3’s hipbones gently, “…here!”

One of Peter 3’s legs kicked out with a squeaky giggle. The volume of his laughter was turned down like it was coming from a TV. Peter 2 frowned. “Not as ticklish as I thought.” He tried drilling a little harder, and got a loud squeaky cackle. “Whoa! The heck was that?!”

“EEHEHAHA!” Peter 3 squirmed side to side but to no avail.

“He sounds like a squeaky toy!” Peter 1 added, which reddened Peter 3’s face.

The youngest readjusting his hold on Peter 3 by sitting on his hands. “My underarms are the worst, you wanna try that next?”

“Mmmm not yet. Let’s make it the grand finale,” the oldest sneered. “Okay, so we got hips and sides…”

“Ribs too!”

“Yes! Ribs were the same ticklishness,” Peter 2 nodded. “Now where else…” he paused the torment, hovering his claws now. Peter 3 groaned. “Stohop the hand thinggg…”

Peter 1 snapped his fingers suddenly. “The belly!”

“Good thinking!” Peter 2’s hands met in the middle and dove down.

“NOHOOO-EEEEP-!” Peter 3 screamed and yanked at his stuck arms. He nearly broke Peter 1’s hold, startling the kid. The two brothers exchanged surprised and amused smiles, now laughing with the middle brother. “Whohoa!!”

“This is new,” Peter 2 gestured to Peter 1, “you aren’t that bad on your tummy!”

“Definitely not this bad!”

The oldest lifted Peter 3’s shirt up, gently dancing his fingers away. Peter 3 got goosebumps. “PFFHAHA GEHET OUTTA THEHERE!!”

“We actually did it, Peter 1, we found a difference!”

“We made a breakthrough!” Peter 1 raised an open hand and got a high five from the oldest. “Yeah! Science!”

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!”

“In due time, Pete.”

The energy between all three of the Peters at this moment was filled with warmth. Of course Peter 3 was busy squirming, but even he had oodles of ticklish happiness fluttering in his heart. It was crazy how silly things like tickling somehow brought them all together best.

“Are we gonna kill him..?” Peter 1 mumbled. Peter 3’s laughter was turning more wheezy, and his wriggling got less powerful. Peter 2 halted his tickle attack.

“Nahhh, we’re okay. Tests are nearly done! We just need to test one more spot out, one that’ll really give us an answer on the difference thing…” Peter 2 trailed off, locking eyes with the panting Peter 3.

“No..noho more..” Whined the middle brother.

“I’ll make it quick and painless, I promise.”

“You’re gohonna kill me!!”

Peter 1 and 2 exchanged glances. The oldest smirked. “Actually…would you like to do it, Lil Spidey?”

“Me?”

“I let him get your death spot,” he raised his eyebrows, “feels only fair that you do the same.”

Peter 3 leaned his head back to face the kid. “Pete! Pete hey let’s not do that, okay?! Ihihi could die!”

“You..could die?” Peter 1 squinted.

“Y-yehe…” Peter 3 sighed, “…okay I’m no-nohot..escaping. I give.” The third Peter then let himself lay limp, his head resting on the couch cushion. “Just do it.” He braced himself for impact with a grimace.

“Godspeed, Peter 3.”

His fingers made contact with the hollows of his underarms, scratching quickly. Peter 1 giggled when Peter 3 broke into a new laugh that sounded like a monkey almost. “What the hell is with your laugh?!”

The oldest was chuckling too, clapping. “That’s sohoho funny!!”

“HOHOLY SHIHIT STAHAP!”

“Definitely a death spot here too!”

“Underarms are the killer,” Peter 2 concluded. “That’s no difference.” He decided to join in on the fun and resumed the belly tickling so Peter 3 was effectively in stitches.

The two brothers only tickled for a minute longer until feeling bad. Peter 3 was looking exhausted and as funny as his laugh was, he was at his limit. The sight of Peter 3 tearing up out of laughing made the youngest stop immediately. “Okay I’m done!”

Peter 2 glanced up at Peter 3, indicating him to stop as well. “Oh no, we tickled him to tears!”

Peter 3 had no energy to move. He let the residual giggling fade slowly as his chest heaved. That had to be the worst tickling he’s ever gotten.

“Peter 3? You still with us?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Oh man did we go to far?” Peter 1 asked.

“Nahah…I..I could take more..”

The youngest squinted. “Do you want us to-?”

“No! Noho..” Peter 3 held up his now freed arms weakly. They flopped down to rest on his chest. Peter 1 bit his lip in amusement.

“Well, another successful experiment done,” the oldest clapped his hands, “thank you Peter 3 for contributing to multiverse science. With your help, we have concluded that variants can have the same tickle spots but there’s little differences too, like your tummy.” He gave a small poke to said spot.

Peter 3 smiled nervously. “You’re…Yohou’re welcome..” he was helped up by the two brothers and was in the middle of a nice hug. “God you’re evil…”

“Me? Or…?”

“No, Peter 2. I dunno where that..that evil side of you comes from but it’s scary.”

“You mean when I tickle you?”

“Yeah..”

“I think someone’s just easily flustered by teases, you know?”

Peter 3 groaned as Peter 2 patted his back.

“Wait…” Peter 1 frowned and furrowed his brows, “…we aren’t done!”

“Hm?” The oldest raised his head.

The youngest pointed at him. “What about you?”

Peter 2 looked away for a moment before smirking. “We got all the data we need.”

“No hey no! Not fair!” Peter 3’s energy was back. “I didn’t get tickled to death just to have you get away with it!”

“Me neither!” Peter 1 chimed in.

“Can we..hold on can we just take a break before then next tickle fight?” Peter 2’s confident facade was fading.

“No no no we’re doing this now! Lil Spidey, we’re doing this.” Peter 3 gestured to the youngest.

Peter 2 stood up, adrenaline rushing at a high. He smiled, even though it was a nervous one. “Only if you can catch me.” He sprinted to the apartment window and opened it.

“SHIT THERE HE GOES!!” Peter 3 yelled, scrambling out of his couch. “Shoot! Web shooters!! Peter 1 hold on!!” The middle brother bolted to his room to grab them.

“Hurry!!” Peter 1 cried, prepping his own web shooters on his wrists.

“Go get a head start!” Called out the middle brother. Peter 1 smirked and nodded, making his way to the open window and climbing out.

The chase was on.

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A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tsumugi Tsukioka R: Rabbit Training - Part 2

Misumi: Wah~! So many small animals! So cute.

Tsumugi: Small animals café… I didn’t know this existed. What a nice find, Muku-kun.

Muku: I was actually looking for a place like this because I wanted to pet a hedgehog. But I’m glad I could be of help to you, Tsumugi-san.

Tsumugi: Thank you. Café animals should be more used to humans, so even a beginner like me can feel at ease.

Misumi: But I don’t see any Mr. Rabbits?

Muku: Maybe it’s time for their dinner?

Tsumugi: Um, excuse me. I would like to pet a rabbit, but I can’t find any. Where are they?

Store clerk:  Unfortunately, only one of them felt like coming to work today, so…  Ah, he’s by the sofa

Tsumugi: Ah, I found him. Fufu, he’s so cute. 

Store clerk: He is. But… Among all the rabbits here, Rabita has the most difficult personality, so you might not be able to get along with him immediately. I’m sorry…

Tsumugi: That’s alright. Thank you for letting me know.

Store clerk: Feel free to call anytime if there’s any trouble.

Tsumugi: (The bar has risen now. But Misumi-kun taught me all sorts of things, I’m sure I can do better than I did during training.)

Tsumugi: (First, watch him quietly.)

Tsumugi: …

Tsumugi: (He doesn’t seem to be running away. Should I try feeding him?)

Tsumugi: Would you like some… Ah! He ran away…

Tsumugi: (Forcing him into a chase would stress him out, I should just wait till he approaches me from the other side.)

Misumi: Ah~ Hi, Mr. Rabbit! Let’s play!

Tsumugi: Misumi-kun!?

Misumi: Okay, okay. We can do whatever you wanna do~

Muku: The fact that he’s wagging his tail means he’s happy, right?

Tsumugi: I believe so. The internet said that when they’re happy, rabbits wag their tails the way dogs do.

Tsumugi: (Rabita-kun is pressing his head against Misumi-kun. If I remember correctly, that means–)

Misumi: You want me to pet you? Theeere, there.

Tsumugi: The store clerk said Rabita-kun is rather difficult, but you’ve become quick friends. As expected of you, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: He’s not difficult at all~ This kid just wants some attention. He loves playing around~

Tsumugi: Eh, is that so?

Misumi: Yep. It’s important to treat them with care so you don’t hurt them. But you have to pay even more attention to this one.

Misumi: There are aaall kinds of Mr. Rabbits, and they’ve all got a heart and different personalities.

Tsumugi: I see… You’re right.

Tsumugi: Rabita-kun, can I play with you as well?

Tsumugi: (Ah, he’s sticking his nose out. When rabbits do that–)

Misumi: “Before that, pet me,” he says.

Tsumugi: Okay.

-

Misumi: The front is packed with customers, but it’s lively inside too~!

Muku: Ah! The rabbit server over there is Tsumugi-san!

Tsumugi: Thank you for waiting, milady. I have brought you the carrot scones and tea set.

Muku: Wah! Tsumugi-san looks so cool…!

Misumi: He’s gotten better at handling the rabbits, too~

Muku: He has. This is all thanks to his training–

*Rabbit hops by*

Staff: Woah!

Muku & Misumi: !?

Staff: I-I’m sorry. I will show Usapyon-sama to her basket right away…!

Muku: Ah, this one jumped out of her basket.

Misumi: Ahaha. Looks like she’s enjoying the garden’s grass~

Staff: Usapyon-sama, please come here… Ah!

Customer: Come on, Usapyon-chan. Be a good girl, okay?

Misumi: Should I go help~

Muku: … Ah. Hold on, Misumi-san.

Tsumugi: ――Usapyon-sama, is it not about time for dinner? I have prepared apples today.

Tsumugi: Did you enjoy yourself in the garden? You must be hungry after all this running. Dig in, by all means.

Staff: Tsukioka-san is amazing. The rabbit is listening to what he’s saying…

Tsumugi: Does it suit your tastes? Now then, please come here.

Misumi: Amazing, Tsumugi~!

Tsumugi: !? You two, you’re here. Thank you, this is all thanks to you–

Tsumugi: *ahem* … My apologies.

Tsumugi: I will take care of you and the precious rabbits both, young masters. Please leave it to me.

Tsumugi: So, how would you like some tea?

Muku & Misumi: Thank you very much!

part 1 | part 2