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A So Called Tamaranean
Edit: Ao3 Link!
Danny falls through a portal leading to a world full of superheroes. Unfortunately, he happens to bare an uncanny resemblance to a certain race of aliens here-Tamaraneans.
So my post about Danny being mistaken for a Tamaranean is being seen by more and more people, so I’ve decided to finally post this one-shot I’ve made around the time I made the original post. I have no idea if I’ll continue this or not, I kinda just wanted to write about my little idea for a bit and figure out how to write Nightwing. I think he would good with kids. I also only refer to Dick with they/them pronouns because it makes it so much easier to differentiate who’s who when referring to someone.
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The last thing that Danny remembered was green. Lots and lots of green ectoplasm. And before that? He was trying to escape from one of the many dangers of the Ghost Zone. He couldn’t even see what it was, but he sure as hell could sense it. Both with his ghost sense, and by being beaten up by it.
He never meant to go so far from the portal, so far from his home. And he definitely didn’t mean to get hit right into a different portal.
When he woke up, he couldn’t sense any ectoplasm at all. Death and decay, however, he could sense. And smell. He mostly smelled burnt rock, just like all the other times he got slammed into the ground by ghosts. He really needs to learn how to dodge one day.
His eyes fluttered open, then closed them just as quickly as dust went right into his eyes. He had seen smoke and rock, just like he expected. He groaned, trying to push himself up, but fell in an instant. He was so tired. And yet, he could tell he was still in his ghost form. How could he still be in his ghost form when he had no energy left? He had no idea.
So Danny laid there, trying to think about where he could be and why was he stuck in his ghost form. At least he thought he was stuck in his ghost form as he usually turns back into a human when he passes out.
Then he heard something. Something other then the ringing in his ears. It was a voice, maybe a masculine sounding one, that had an “are you okay?” tone to it. Danny would know because he’d been asked that hundreds of times before whenever he’d gotten injured. Instinctually, he tried to say that he was fine, but all that came out was a whimper.
Then the ringing in his ears got quieter, and he could hear the stranger’s footsteps coming closer.
“Hey kid, are you okay?” Danny could finally make out the person’s words. His eyes fluttered open again, revealing the person to have black hair, a pale face, and what looked to be a long black sleeved shirt with some blue on it, and a domino mask.
Was he in the 18th century again? Wait, had he’d ever been to the 18th century before? Well he couldn’t be now, not with the striking blue the guy had. Pretty sure they didn’t have blue dye like that back then. Oh god where the fuck was he? He had heard from all his ghostly friends-mostly Frostbite and Clockwork-that the Ghost Zone could bleed into other universes and timelines. Danny really hoped that was not the case. Danny had to get up.
He was in so much pain, his entire body stinging. But he pushed himself off the ground anyways, like he always did. When he sat up he saw the stranger stretch out their hand to him. Danny hesitated for a moment, before scrambling away from them because he did not trust them one bit. Well, maybe two bits but nothing more.
He hovered a bit off the ground, a good few feet away from the masked guy. They looked surprised, and looked at him rather analytically. Danny looked back at him analytically as well. The person seemed to wear this one-piece suit with black gloves and boots, with the wings of a blue bird-like symbol on their chest going across his shoulders and extending to their hands. They were lean and muscular and could probably take down many normal humans in a fight. And Danny.
Danny only hoped that this guy wasn’t some sort of weird murder or something. Maybe they were normal for this world’s standards. Maybe he was normal for this world’s standards. Probably not to be honest.
And then Danny was taken out of his questioning by a question posed by the stranger, “Are you a Tamaranean?” they asked. They weren’t speaking English, Danny could tell by the way their mouth didn’t match their words. Hurray for ghost speak.
“May-“ Danny coughed, his throat sore, but it was fine, he’ll get over it, he always does. “Maybe I am, why do you want to know?”
The guy smirked, making Danny feel a bit uneasy, “You did answer my question back in fluent Tamaranean.”
“So I did, again, why. Do. You. Want to know? How do you know about Tamaraneans? Who are you?” Danny was so confused about everything in this situation and he thought he asked decent enough questions. He had no idea what theses “Tamaraneans” were but he’ll play along as long as he won’t get shot.
“I’m called Nightwing,” they said calmly, “And I want to know what you are because I want to help you,” then they took a step forward. Danny was not expecting this and instinctively shot at them with ectoplasm. Danny yelped, both in surprise that he shot at them and at the fact pain almost immediately shot up his left arm. He could almost feel the nerves in his arm burn. That’s not good.
And yet Nightwing dodged it easily, skillfully, and didn’t seem too bothered by it. In fact, they seemed more concerned for Danny’s well being.
“I’m not going to fight you,” they tried to talk to Danny, “And I know how to help you, I’ve met other Tamaraneans, Tamaraneans who have powers like you.”
Okay so these Tamaraneans could also shoot green beams and fly, duly noted. And not all of them had these powers. God this place was weird. Danny couldn’t care about how weird he was or how weird his world was, but this place just felt weirder.
“You have?” Danny asked in a whisper to put less strain on his throat, floating down to the ground, holding his arm. “Who?”
“Starfire and Blackfire for one, those two have powers,” Danny noticed them happily say Starfire’s name and the tone of distaste they had for Blackfire. So Danny had an idea for which of the two was probably evil. Not really because the guy he was speaking to could still be evil and not to be trusted.
Nightwing then started to list more names of Tamaraneans, which Danny tried to pay attention to so he could give a good enough fake name to them.
“So kid, again, I just want to help you,” Nightwing bent down to one knee, like every non-teacher adult does when they want to talk to a small kid. “I may not know exactly what happened to you, but you don’t have to be alone.”
Danny didn’t expect to feel so...touched. Maybe this guy wasn’t too bad. Maybe he should just tell the guy what he was-actually that could still be a bad idea. Danny didn’t know if they would just flip like a dime and turn around and try to rip him apart. Molecule by molecule.
“What’s your name?” Nightwing asked. Their voice and face was soft, Danny noticed, but their body seemed alert, just ever so slightly tensed, ready for combat on a moment’s notice.
“My name…” Danny mumbled, looking away from Nightwing to think. In a moment of panic and many racing thoughts, he was able to think of something.
“Nightgale,” Danny said, a mirage of a smile on his face, “A bit like your name, isn’t it?” He was somehow able to remember that his last name used to be Fentonnightingale earlier in his family line, and got the name ‘Nightgale’ from it. Thank you infini-map.
“Yeah it does!” Nightwing laughed, “Well, it’s nice to meet you Nightgale.”
Danny really should’ve expected them to stretch out their hand again. He really should’ve been a bit less on edge then he was at that moment. And yet he shot Nightwing in the face when they tried to outstretch their hand.
“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to-oh no no no no,” Danny panicked, looking around to see where he could escape to and he was in a goddamn field with a city surrounding the entirety of the park. Danny just now realized that he had absolutely no idea where he was. He just shot his only hope at figuring out how to get home-probably, knowing his luck, definitely.
And yet Nightwing practically brushed it off. Yeah they stood up, stumbled backwards, swore in pain, and had to remove their mask for a quick second to rub their eyes, but then blinked a few times and seemed okay.
“Well that wasn’t as bad as when the other two did that,” Nightwing muttered in English, “Did the other two do that? Yeah probably. Anyways” -Nightwing switched back to speaking in Tamaranean- “It’s fine kid, you can calm down.”
So Danny did calm down. Mostly. Not really as he was still muttering apologies. His arm hurt even more now.
“I can ask Starfire to teach you how to control your powers,” Nightwing started. Danny has heard this spiel before, but this time he actually had a bit more trust in this random, and honestly somewhat terrifying stranger than he had with Plasmius. And Danny did not want to wait through it.
Danny grabbed Nightwing’s hand and looked up at them with the most pleading eyes he could muster. It worked as Nightwing’s face softened and they had finally shut up.
“Okay Nightgale, we’re going to go somewhere safe, then I’m going to get Starfire over to help you out, does that sound good?” When Nightwing asked that, Danny didn’t felt like he was being talked down to, unlike when other people said similar things. Maybe it was their tone.
“Where are we going? Where are we now?”
“Oh, right, I probably should’ve said that earlier. Well, for one we’re on the planet Earth, and right now we’re in Blüdhaven, New Jersey, the town I protect.”
“Protect?”
“Yeah, I’m a vigilante, which basically means I fight crime and protecting people who can’t protect themselves.”
Ah, now things started to make sense. This guy is a superhero. No wonder Danny felt oddly safe being with Nightwing. They just radiated safety-ness. Danny’s eyes lit up with glee, someone he could finally related to!
Even while slinking into the dirty, bloodstained shadows of Blüdhaven, Danny was skipping around Nightwing. He was in a weird place and situation, but he felt like a giddy kid. Nightwing moved with precision and grace that Danny wished he had.
Danny saw billboards and signs that seemed to mention other heroes as the two went. Random people calling out to Nightwing when they saw them, Nightwing sometimes giving them a little wave. Danny mimicked them, and each time the people gasped at him. Danny was able to pick up that these Tamaraneans that Nightwing thought he was weren’t common, so that’s probably why they looked so shocked.
It was nice, and for a moment, Danny forgot that he was a stranger to this world-that he wasn’t supposed to be here. This place was new and exciting, yet familiar all the same. Maybe he’ll stay a little longer, it’s not like he could just will himself to leave anyways.
For now, Danny was just a kid, exploring a world similar to his own, yet alien at the same time.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp crossover#dp au#dp fanfic#dp fic#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc fanfic#dp x dc au#revenant makes fanfics#a so called tamaranean
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I need to hear about him w his retractable dick, okay just imagine it sliding out for the first time slapping onto the readers stomach with a little thud for the first time and you’re both like???? wth???? Kinda cool kinda weird lmao— Kinda hot but really odd BAHAHHHAHSHA
(based of this)
Jake Sully x female reader, minors dni 🔞
Jake has always been a good kisser. And now that he was ten feet tall (and blue), making out with him was even more of a rush. You felt consumed by him, his lean body almost caging you in as he hovers over you, not putting his full weight on top of you, because he was scared to crush you. His hands, so much bigger now, were roaming over your body, grabbing every inch of soft and familiar flesh they could reach.
It’s funny, really. That the two of you couldn’t even wait for him to get used to his new avatar body, no, not even his checkups could be done properly because he was out of that door in the blink of an eye and the first thing the both of you had in mind was this. Sure, you were both grown adults but you acted like nothing more than just two horny teenagers, that only recently discovered the opposite gender.
One of his hands slides past the hem of your top, lifting it, and then finds your breast. He gropes and kneads the plump flesh, and when his thumb and index finger close around one of your nipple and tug on it, you can’t help but mewl against his lips.
And then you feel it.
With a soft thud, something warm and hard slaps against your lower stomach. Both of you break the kiss, a thin string of salvia being the only connection of your lips that is left, before it parts too. You and Jake both look down on your bodies and then your eyes widen at the unusual sight.
"Well, that’s… that’s new." You struggle with finding the right words, while trying your best not to offend Jake. But truth be told, you’ve never been in a situation like this before and this was the last thing you’ve expected to happen with his new body. There was some sort of sheath, right there on his crotch, where his cock came out from and now rested heavy on your lower belly. You could feel it twitch, warm and hard and even after several blinks in an attempt to clear you sight, you still couldn’t believe your own eyes. His avatar body really had retractable genitals. What the hell.
On the soft skin of your abdomen, reaching up until it almost touched your navel, laid his dick. And that came from inside his body? No way. Not to mention the sheer size of it, jesus christ, Jake could easily rip you in two like this. The skin of his cock was a shade of blue lighter than the rest of his body. It was shiny with what you assumed was some kind of natural slickness, maybe for protection, maybe for lubricant. You didn’t known, but you were eager to find out.
"Oh", Jake simply says, but he sounds equally as surprised as you were, "So that’s how it works."
Your fingers twitch, itching to touch it, to learn the differences by every sense you possessed, to know how sensitive it was and feel its weight in your palm, on your tongue, buried as deep inside you as it could reach. Which was definitely going to be very deep. The realization alone made you feel a little uneasy but you could also feel heat pool from your core and smear between your clenched thighs. When you finally manage to tear your gaze off of his alien cock to look back up at Jake, he swallows thickly.
"Do you, uhm, still want to… ?"
"Oh absolutely. Bring it on, big boy."
#jake sully x reader smut#avatar 2#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar way of water#awow#jake sully#jake sully x reader#jake sully x you#jake sully x y/n#jake sully x female reader#･ ｡ﾟ☆: *my works* :☆ﾟ.
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hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))
can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???
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dw pookies, i’ll always be ok writing for yall!!!
i’ve seen so many of these n there so creative 😭😭
this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.
(using my callsign again :3 ‘Shark’)
Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.
Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly he’s actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.
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It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was König’s misfortune to be Shark’s victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.
“Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face” You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.
“Neck slice!” You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All König does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.
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Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and it’ll be fun to listen to each others’ music while on mission or during training.
It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Shark’s was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.
“My d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very big” It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.
(Big Dick by Little Big)
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Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. König behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Shark’s eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.
Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.
“What is it?” Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.
“You wouldn’t get it” They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.
“Remind me not to let them be lead again” Price muttered.
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“Are you sure this is 100% safe to drink?” Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in it’s toxic fumes.
“I’m pretty sure this stuff is radioactive” Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.
“I’m sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of this” Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.
“You guys are being dramatic” Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.
“I don’t think zis is a good idea” König looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.
It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.
They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasn’t like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).
After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.
It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.
They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.
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Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gaz’s barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.
“Gaz, have ya’ seen Shark anywhere?” Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark that’s been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes he’s been searching.
Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.
“Ehh.. No?” He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.
“Al’right, champ. Thanks” He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.
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Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.
“Aww. Thanks, kid! You didn’t have to” He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isn’t coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.
“Didn’t know we had tea. What kind did you make?” He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.
“Tea?”
“What— What are you drinking?” He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.
“Oh. I just boiled a can of Red Bull”.
“What—“.
“What”.
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Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.
“We need a new knife”.
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Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soap’s barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.
Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.
“What’re ya’ doin’ so late at night?” He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldn’t turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.
“What are ya’ doing?” He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldn’t face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.
“What”.
A couple minutes later he’s laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.
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Visiting Shark’s home while they’re on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porch—Shark’s casted leg up on a stool— and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.
Gaz and König were playing and messing around with the farm animals, König’s was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.
König was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.
“NO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCE” Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.
“Oh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!”
(Yes, I know he’s not german).
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first day as a 26th century sim trooper I accidentally kill our captain and I have my men strip him and give me his armor to make it look like nothing happened and we aren't a man down, but my voice is very different from our team leader's voice and the enemy can clearly tell that there's an entire naked corpse just sitting behind our base
second day as a 26th century sim trooper i bribe my men to start singing a chant i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about dicks and the enemy isn't misdirected at all
third day as a 26th century sim trooper i lure our enemies into our side of the box canyon and send a sniper to shoot them from the high ground but there was a tank on the trail up to the overlook and he couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the tank got up and left on her own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a 26th century sim trooper we attempt to have a battle against the red team but because of a teleporter mishap one of my team members had a really similar armor color to my ex girlfriend, so i got confused and attacked the wrong guy. so now i'm stuck trying to act like i meant to do that around this total loser of a second in command, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a 26th century sim trooper and some sort of alien wanders into the canyon. I want to execute him for being an alien but my second in command convinces me to let the alien stay, because we want to do more alien tech based strategies and he's pretty sure having a team alien can help with that. after the welcome to the team quest the alien steals the magic spaceship at the end of it and impregnates my second in command and leaves
sixth day as a 26th century sim trooper my loser second in command calls me for reinforcements after the rookie loses our flag, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the tank that would blow up the enemy base, so we have to wait behind a rock for like eight hours while the rookie walks back to get it. he blows me up
seventh day as a 26th century sim trooper and my ghost finally joins my loser second in command back at the blue base, turns out he's actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn't even that mad at me for letting the alien get him pregnant. i decide to shoot my shot but i'm really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension make this whole thing awkward, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where my ex girlfriend is in the process of setting up to kick him in the balls
eighth day as a 26th century sim trooper and my loser second in command tells me i should call command, who we have not been talking to for a while bc they also talk to the red team, to find out if they were the ones that sent my ex girlfriend and why. but the whole time im sitting in their voicemail menu in their underground cavern i'm worried that this has something to do with the alien thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a 26th century sim trooper i try to tactfully ask command if they sent a freelancer to help our team and it turns out the idea of using freelancers in the canyon never occurred to them, but now that i've suggested it they're really into it. in order to save my loser second in command i volunteer to be the one to call my ex girlfriend
tenth day as a 26th century sim trooper on my way back to my base I'm stealing a robot body when i realize i won't be able to get my ex girlfriend out of my second in command's room until i get command to tell her to do something else. i go back to my second in command and ask him to find somewhere else to sleep for the time being, and he tells me that if there were anywhere else for him to sleep he already would have done that. that doesn't change the fact that my ex girlfriend is still here. i go back to my room to sulk. my ex girlfriend is there
eleventh day as a 26th century sim trooper i find a little ai chip in my second in command's bedding and deduce it belonged to my ex girlfriend. without asking permission or telling my loser second in command goodbye i go back to the underground cavern to ask command what's up. don't ask what i was doing in my loser second in command's room. it's not important
twelfth day as a 26th century sim trooper i disguise myself as a freelancer and enter the structure that command told me the ai chip was from. in the middle of messing with the computer that the chip came from i make eye contact with the guy guarding the structure. IT'S THE ALIEN THAT GOT MY LOSER SECOND IN COMMAND PREGNANT. after i get the info that i need to go to the project freelancer headquarters, i corner the alien and ask him what the fuck is going on, and he just says "blargh honk" and leaves. i don't know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a 26th century sim trooper i'm honestly so sick of not knowing what's going on, so i adjust my freelancer costume to passably disguise myself as my ex girlfriend and break into the project freelancer headquarters. Sure enough, the director is willing to talk to me directly now. I ask what he implanted my ex girlfriend with an ai chip and sent her to my base for, and he told me that command heard one of my men singing a chant, and it contained all of the military's top secret ai programs. command sent my ex girlfriend to intimidate him into silence before he figured out what it meant. he shares the first line with me but i get kicked out before he can share any more. he doesn't need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it's the dicks version of my misinformation chant
fourteenth day as a 26th century sim trooper i go back to my loser second in command and tell him everything, urging him to join forces with the red team to attack the freelancer headquarters because of the shit revealed in the misinformation dicks chant. he tells me frankly that he doesn't respect me as a leader anymore. i ask him to become team leader himself if that's really true, because i can understand not respecting me, but i can't do this alone. he agrees to help me attack project freelancer
fifteenth day as a 26th century sim trooper. due to the information in the dicks chant, and thanks to my loser second in command singing it over and over again while planning our battle strategy, our team carries the day. in all the chaos, my loser second in command gives birth and has a kid. the kid's ugly as shit. my ex girlfriend tells me that she actually likes sleeping in my bed now and she would like to kick me out of it for good and keep it for her own from now on if i don't mind. i do mind, especially now that neither the team i've grown to call my family nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don't tell her that
sixteenth day as a 26th century sim trooper i'm preparing to step down and leave to i don't know where, maybe to try to figure out what the fuck i'm supposed to do as an ai reincarnation of the director of project freelancer, when my loser second in command stops me and asks me where i'm going. he says he had hoped i would continue to be team leader. i was unaware he still considered me his leader in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he's really happy to have me sticking around with him. he has known i am the most bizarre and interesting man he has ever met, and that he wants to spemd the rest of his time in this canyon sitting around and bitching with me. he's known this ever since the day i asked him to strip a dead guy for me and leave him naked out in the sun, and he could not for the life of him figure out why
#rvb#red vs blue#leonard church#lavernius tucker#chucker#tucker rvb#church rvb#second century warlord meme#obv this is not how it happened it is a meme#long post
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“How did it go with the kid?” Bruce asked, while he was doing some research on the computer.
Clark came up to him, “He got himself taken to the top of Bristol saying his house was there.”
“Mhm…he lied, obviously.”
“Of course,” Clark groaned. “I've been keeping an eye on him because, you know, I wouldn't dream of letting just a kid go home in Gotham of all places. No offense."
“No offense taken,” the man said. “Have you seen where he lives?”
“You won't believe it, but he's your neighbor.”
Bruce muttered something under his breath, and Clark sighed, "You already knew that, didn't you?"
“I wanted to confirm my suspicions.”
“Sure…and what will you do now?”
Bruce turned to him, their faces very close, "What do you mean?"
“I saw the way you looked at him. You had the same look when you greeted Dick and then Jason. You're interested, aren't you?”
The billionaire replied, “He has very lively parents, Clark.”
“Parents who are not here, and who leave him alone. I don't know, this seems like a case of child abandonment to me."
“His family is rich. They will be able to afford the best lawyers. “
"You too. So why don't you try?”
“It hasn't even been a month, and you already want a child with me?” he teased, pulling him closer.
“What can I say, you influenced me."
“What a smart mouth… can you use it for other things too?”
Clark smirked, “Do you want to try?”
They were about to kiss when they heard a disgusted, “Urgh, what the fuck Bruce. Don't fuck in the cave.”
Ruined moment. The two heroes walked away, Clark's cheeks as red as his cape.
Bruce sighed, “Jason, language.”
“Yeah, not this shit. You went out on your date night without me. I bet the rooftops were warm tonight.”
Here's what happens when you deal with a teenager: jokes and double meanings about his love life. Good thing Dick was in New York, otherwise there would have been two of them making fun of him.
“We were investigating together. It was work.”
“As you said, old man.”
Clark coughed then, “Jason…we'd like to talk to you about something.”
“What?”
“What would you think about a little brother?”
Jason blinked. Bruce ran a hand over his face. Clark really didn't want to let it go, huh? He was about to intervene when his son blurted out, “You got Bruce pregnant?!”
"No!" Bruce immediately exclaimed. “Jason, we're both men.”
“Hey, he's an alien. How do I know how it works! Oh god, Dickhead is going to go crazy…”
"Nobody's pregnant," Bruce sighed, suddenly feeling very old. “We met a kid tonight and Clark thinks I should take him in.”
“Let me guess… he has black hair.”
“Yes,” Clark replied.
"Blue eyes?" Jason asked again.
“Yes.”
“Traumatized and weirdo?”
Clark thought about it before saying, “I'm not sure if he's traumatized, but he's definitely a…peculiar kid. He follows Batman to take photos to put on his Tumblr blog… ”
“He's definitely a weirdo,” Jason concluded. - There's nothing to do. You have a type, Bruce.”
Bruce groaned. What had he done to make people believe he had no impulse control… oh, yeah. He had literally kidnapped Jason. He didn't have a good record.
“Look, I'll check on him to make sure he doesn't get into trouble. If I see something that doesn't convince me, I will act accordingly.”
From the way Jason and Clark looked at him, it was clear that neither of them believed him.
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#crossover#fanfiction#au#feels#bruce wayne#tim drake#jason todd#clark kent#superbat#superman x batman#superman#batfamily#batfam
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Smart Dress pt2
Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar
Re requested by: @eleniblue
Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.
Part one
*My requests are open*
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?
Warnings: angst, NSFW.
Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @beakami @lokiprompts @ilovefanfictions @eleniblue @novena-proxy @lulubelle814 @beakami @laurenandloki @tjellisworld
“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.
“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.
He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.
"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.
That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.
You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.
Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.
And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.
Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.
You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.
After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.
Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.
You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.
Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.
"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.
After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.
After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.
To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.
"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.
Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.
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"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.
"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.
"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .
His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.
"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.
Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.
"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.
You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.
This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.
In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.
He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.
As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.
His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.
Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.
He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.
"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.
"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.
He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.
"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".
"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.
"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging
“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.
"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.
"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.
"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.
But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.
But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".
"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"
“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”
"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"
“Mind your words, mortal”
“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”
“Just tell me what I can do”
“Figure it out”
As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.
“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.
“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.
It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.
Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.
Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.
Either way, life goes on, and so did you.
#loki of jotunheim#loki x y/n#loki of asgard#loki series#loki x reader smut#loki fanfic#loki fluff#loki smut#loki laufeyson#mcu loki#loki x female reader#loki odinson#loki reader insert#jotun loki x reader#marvel#loki marvel#loki#loki x reader#loki fanfiction#loki x you#loki god of mischief#loki one shot#loki oneshot#loki god of lies#loki boyfriend#loki sex#loki fic#loki x ofc#imagine#mcu
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ILW // Here they are! All 7 different end cards you can get in the many many more variations of the niche endings available in the game.
Google Drive Link to the cgs here
I am beyond honored to have been allowed to leave my own mark in the game like this, and honestly never in a million years expected to actually become involved with the game.
Everyone is fine to use these as phone backgrounds but if you do youre legally required to tell me which one is your favorite.
Putting it under the cut for length, but here's a breakdown of each card;
Starting with the Evil!MC end cards, that are lovingly dubbed Judas' Kiss if you stayed with Matty, or Scorched Earth for MC's solo end.
The images really mostly speaks for themselves; the flaming heart, hand in atrocious hand if you chose to share the power with Matthias, but then when you put it next to the solo end is where it got fun for me. The heart is broken, its just you now, but the glowing eyes are smiling. My first time testing the judas kiss route I did not hestiate for a second to hit "kill him"
Next is the death card
I really liked the idea of (if your mc wasnt a huge dick anyway) that they give you a grave outside the cave, something for people to leave Rowan flowers and gifts. A classic grave didnt quite feel like it fit so I settled on a cairn. It felt very fitting with the Power being a respect for nature and such. I set it to be at night, with moonlight streaming down on the grave to give it a melancholic sort of feeling, with the sun charm sunny gives you strung off it, and then placed flowers at the grave to kinda show that people have come by because they care about Rowan. Meanings for the flowers are below and while not canon, I like to think each of the LI's left behind one of them; red roses from Abel, blue violets from Amalia, sunflowers from Lincoln and the marigolds from Joss, though really they were all chosen more generally.
Onto the blood end card! Which I named New Horizons, and not because of animal crossing. A winding road in the mountains at sunset; the road has been long, it has been hard and now youre choosing to move on. Symbolically what i wanted this card to be is that feeling of leaving everything behind. The sun is setting on your old life as you go to embrace the normal life that Blood MC wants so much. Youre on the top road moving around the bend, not sure where life will take you but that's alright, you have the rest of your life to look forward to figure out where you'll go.
Onto my own canon end; the Mixed end!
Lovingly called "Best of Both Worlds" because mixed rowan is playing that hannah montanna life. More seriously; this card in contrast to the blood end is not about leaving everything behind, but embracing what you are. The card itself is set at dawn to contrast this; soft yellows and pinks, morning dew and fog clinging to the forest floor with a streak of Power playfully dancing among the trees. Its the dawn of a new day, seeing everything in new light after the darkness of the past weeks/years rowan spent trying to understand themselves. It's my personal favorite end even if my mc and Linc gotta do long distance for a while. But to me its about accepting yourself; moving on from the grief of losing your family without alienating yourself from your memories of them and embracing that Power side of yourself without being changed by it. The life you built after being ressurected is your own and no one can take that from you.
Next up my almost canon end, that does live rent free in my mind because I love angst.
Closed gate shadow end, Far, Far away (yes this is a shrek/starwars/nerd refrence); its a fairly straight forward card, thought it does have one of my personal favorite little details. This is the second draft I made of it after this scene from Lincoln's shadow goodbye stuck with me; looking up through the trees at the night sky.
I really wanted to hide an eye shaped constellation in the stars but couldnt make it look good sadly :sob: But my favorite little detail are the fireflies and how some of them are cyan; touched by the power Rowan is now again a part of. Not canon, but I like to think these little cyan fireflies come to sit on the LI's heads next they wander too close to the woods (Fireflies by Owl City starts playing).
Shadow end is just. Its so beautiful really. From sharing your experiences with the wisps, how Rowan's wisp has been changed by their time as a person, how despite their grief they are not sad or unhappy, melancholic yes but this is where you want to be. Its a cosmic love, the joy of having lived, coming inside on a cold winter day to find your home warm and inviting, your family waiting for you to tell them about your day. The card itself is a little whimsical, hopeful despite the closed gate that the power will forever be part of the world, even if its been cut off. And this brings us to the other shadow ending card; the flower
Eternal Bloom, a ghostly hand reaching out to hand this flower over to the world, a final gift, a final goodbye. Maybe a promise of "I'll see you soon" but first and foremost, it is a promise of love.
Thats right babes. Its all about Love. Unfading Love.
symbolically there isnt anything hidden in the card, but thats also in part of it at face value telling you all you need to know; its about love! its a gift, for you, to remember me by. You have not forgotten me, and even changed as I am, I have not forgotten you. Rowan's change in personality after merging shadow was sooooo heart breaking tbh but ITS SO GOOD. You found joy in what you were, but its time to come home, take off your coat, hang it up, take off your shoes.
And it is all about love! All these cards (well, not all of them) were for me made from the heart, trying to keep in line for the different themes each end resolves to give the players something to remember each route by.
To anyone that made it this far, let me know which one is your canon card/which card you like best! And im kissing you on the lips I love rambling about my thoughts and if you got to here then you deserve a reward. So.
#ilw#it lives within#it lives within spoilers#art#but seriously i will forever remember these last 4 months#it was soooo much fun seeing my name in the credits#also fun fact! I made male harper's outfit!!!#and reb picked it but i also did the colors for female harpers#we wanted them to match#and i liked the red bc it reminds me of their power fit
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Your Last ask?????? The konjay feelings hit me hard. Dick is gonna be pissed at me but i kinda really wanna see Kon fucking Jay. Like this half alien half human superpowered love machinr is too much? How can anyone resisr him, hes even more flirty than Dick and ugh, Jason is weak to blue eyes. Which kon is very smug to find out and use to his benefit.
(Dick and Tim looking longingly bc that should be them)
A shiver chases up his spine as Kon bears down on him, a low gasp shuddering helplessly past his lips in the wake of unexpected gentleness. Jason doesn't know what he was expecting when they fell into bed together, but it certainly wasn't this: the tickle of Kon's nose along the cut of Jason's jaw, the soft brush of lips pressed to his neck and the reverent sighs breathed over suck marks - red and blue and aching.
This was supposed to be a pity fuck, a mutual rebound and if nothing else, something to lord over his replacement's head.
Instead, it's this. It's Jason losing his breath over how Kon treats him nice - like Jason is someone special. It's a tight feeling in his chest when he realizes that 'someone' is the brother Kon will never have. It's not being bothered because Jason is used to being used; its not like he isn't doing the same to Kon.
It's witnessing one of the strongest men in the world crumple at the hurt of a broken heart. Missed chances, lost opportunities, and laughable dreams.
'You dodged a bullet,' Jason could say, but he knows from his own unrequited feelings that the consolation means nothing. The heart wants what it wants. Sometimes Jason believes his [heart] simply wants to hurt.
Maybe that's why he's here, ready and willing to be a replacement for the replacement. Maybe it's why he stays despite knowing that nothing is going to happen.
Kon goes through the motions, but Jason isn't a fool. He can feel how Kon's kisses feel like grimaces pressed to Jason's skin, how slow love bites pull away to a reluctant grazing of teeth. Jason wants to tell him to stop because this pity rebound fuck clearly isn't doing anything for either of them, but Kon's gentleness is a novelty that steals Jason's breath and ties his tongue. Despite everything, this is the closest to being loved Jason has been in too long and he selfishly clings to it - taking even scraps.
And Kon persists because his affections have nowhere else to go. He's heartbroken, cheated. He holds fast to Jason with hands that shake, tries to love him like the boy he'll never get to have.
It's a feeling Jason understands well. Where Jason has had two lifetimes to get over his own unrequited feelings though, for Kon it's a first. If only because of that kindred hurt, Jason blinks through the burn in his eyes and stops Kon from going further. Stops Kon from hurting himself in the ways Jason has learned to cope.
He holds Kon's head to Jason's stomach, fingers threaded through his dark hair. The way Kon falls into him, forehead pressed to Jason's naval and arm coming around Jason's waist to pull him close makes his heart ache. It's a kindness Jason has dreamed of and he breathes slow to hide the way it makes his breath hitch.
Maybe it's not in the same way, but Jason is used to being a consolation prize; he's familiar with the sting of being a fallback, a second thought, not enough. The difference here is that unlike Kon, Jason never had an 'almost.' Not like this. Jason has experienced similar enough rejection though and it hurts even still, so he holds Kon tighter and waits with him until Kon can find the nerve and mettle to move on.
#konjay#jaykon#conner kent#jason todd#mentions of kontim and such obscure dickjay that it could actually be anyone x jason eek#the ask is lighthearted but the vibes in this are sad whoops#words#sad vibes
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Could you do a pt2 with pregnant reader, like Optimus finds her throwing up with morning sickness. Would really appreciate it. Love your writing.❤️❤️
TFP Optimus x fem!reader
trying out different writing styles so sorry if this feels a lil different to the previous part
SO this is pt 2 of this -> Read here!
There will be a pt 3 so keep an eye out for that, but for now, enjoy! <3
Warnings: Emetophobia, mentions of sex, pregnancy
Word count: 1201
As much as you loved getting dicked down by your alien robot boyfriend for the first time last night, you heavily underestimated the following effects. Unfortunately, waking up to the feeling of your body trying to eject the contents of your stomach was not on your agenda for the day. So, you try to crawl out from under a servo that held you, desperately trying not to throw up all over his shiny chassis.
The idea of you being pregnant never crosses your mind as you ungracefully stumble off the giant berth, almost faceplanting, and run for the nearest toilet, sink, or whatever you may find first. Then, with your mouth salivating at the impending feeling of throwing up, you find a conveniently placed trash can at the room's doorway. You practically throw yourself at it and heave your guts into the poor trash can.
It's unusual because you don't remember eating glowing bright blue soup for dinner last night before you had the pounding of a lifetime from your boyfriend. You weren't sure if you even ate dinner last night, too preoccupied with the jealousy of your cousin and the fact that Optimus had offered to put a baby in you. Yet the thought of you being knocked up still evaded your mind as you leaned over the bin and threw up a few more mouthfuls of the disgusting-tasting "soup". Your nostrils singed from the smell, and the sensation of your oesophagus melting away makes your eyes water. And honestly, the trash can is probably having a better time than you are presently.
Being a relatively light sleeper, Optimus notices your absence from under his servo and awakens to the pathetic sight of you hunched over the bin. Concerned, as one would be by the view of their significant other vomiting, he leaps out of the berth with the gracefulness that you had failed to execute yourself and rushes over to your side.
"Are you alright?" Optimus hovers a hesitant servo over your back, unsure what to do. Then, after recollecting himself from being hit by a wall of stench from the contents of the bin, he peers his optics around to your face; you're sweating bullets, your hair still unruly from last night's antics and clung to your forehead.
You spat out the remnants of your saliva mixed with whatever the hell you just threw up and lifted a shaky hand to pull your hair out of your face, "Just peachy."
Optimus ignores your sarcastic tone and reaches his servo to pull your hair out of your face, gathering the now slightly wet strands behind your head like a makeshift ponytail.
"Shall I call for Ratchet?"
No, for Primus sake no. The last thing you'd ever want was for Optimus to drag the cranky medic out of his recharge to point and laugh at your miserable, sweaty state. Not to mention his horrified questioning about exactly why you're throwing up glowing blue Gatorade. Not that you knew, either. That's an awkward conversation for another time.
"Please don't." You beg, wiping the corner of your mouth with your hand, "Just… get me some water or something… pretty please?"
Optimus, though very reluctant to not advise his medic of your current predicament, obliges and goes to fetch you a bottle of water. You've trained him well. He returns in record time and passes it to you, and you make no haste to unscrew the cap and scull as much as you can.
"June, perhaps?" Optimus suggests, a servo returning to your back, "I understand that she is proficient in human health."
"Yeah, I guess she will be fine." You grimace, looking down at the swirling patterns of what once was your stomach contents, "Though I'm not sure if there are any cases of glowing throw-up in her medical books."
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"Glowing what?"
"Puke. Bioluminescent blue puke."
June Darby considers herself a seasoned nurse. She has seen just about everything, but this? Unheard of. She tries to wrack her brain on everything she has ever learned through her many years of medical experience but comes up with nothing as she is now forced to stand there looking like a lost, wet cat.
She clicks the pen in her hand with deep thought, a crumpled piece of paper retrieved from her pocket in the other, "Do you remember eating anything strange? Have you done anything unusual at all that would've caused it? Exposure to chemicals, or…"
You felt the blood simultaneously drain from and flush to your face as you remember getting down and dirty with Optimus for the first time last night. Well, you were sure there was plenty of exposure to chemicals in the form of your boyfriend's transfluids. Drumming the old crusty hospital gurney beneath you with your fingers, you wonder whether or not you should tell June that you had let Optimus make sweet love to you for the first time.
And that's when you remember why he fragged you in the first place. You wanted a baby. And sweet Primus, it's all just hitting you square in the face now.
Could it be that you're pregnant? It starts to add up. The morning sickness, not to mention the abnormal glowing throw-up and the fact that you actually begged Optimus to put a baby in you and complied with the most enormous load of cum your body has ever taken (it's taking a lot for you not to drool at the thought). It makes a least a little bit of sense.
"June, do you happen to have a pregnancy test on you?"
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After an awkward conversation with June about your recent endeavour with Prime, with her secretly being incredibly impressed, she gave you a clean-ish bill of health. Next, she sent you to the bathroom with a packet of pregnancy tests, with her being on standby in case you pass out from nausea, excitement or the sensation of a potential baby that may be in your uterus currently.
You open one test and place it on the bathroom sink, then pull your pajama pants down to your ankles in preparation for your first time peeing on a stick, akin to a dog. You giggle.
Task successful. You pull your pants up and wash your hands, counting every second the cold water hits your skin. It gave you some time to think. Would a regular pregnancy test even register if the fetus isn't human? Would it show up at all? Was Optimus truthful when he agreed to try and conceive a child, or was it just the lust combined with robot hormones doing the talking?
You didn't have enough time to answer your little pop quiz as you're alerted to the small beep of the Clearblue stick still sitting on the bathroom sink.
Pregnant.
Holy shit. You were having a baby.
An uncontrollable tsunami of emotions floods your senses as you pick up the stick, getting a closer look to ensure you aren't dreaming. It's real. It's so real that you're resisting the urge to climb to the top of the base and scream it out for everyone on Earth and potentially Cybertron to hear.
I'm gonna be a mom.
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“Holy fuck, Jack.” You gasped.
“I know, I tried to warn you.” He sighed sheepishly.
“It’s huge. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me?” Your eyes never leaving the thick, girthy, pink cock you took out of his pants.
“Or even how you’ve been hiding this from me? What the fuck?” You were astonished. He was barely half-hard and his dick was still a good 6 inches.
“I just- I didn’t wanna scare you. Girls before haven’t really been able to take it, they thought it was weird and almost alien to be.. this size. So I didn’t say anything; I’m sorry.” Jack scratched his neck.
“Sorry? You’re sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?” You eyes gleamed with adoration, as you reached out a palm to stroke him.
“I’m sorry those girls weren’t on your level, you didn’t deserve that. But I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do.” You told him before spitting on his leaky head, thumbing over his slit as you jerked him off.
Jack groaned with pleasure, fisting the fabric of the couch you sat on as you continued to pump him. You sat like that for a minute or two, but you were impatient; you needed him in you like yesterday.
You let go of his dick and is slapped up against his abdomen, standing proud, fully hard and turning a nice shade of angry red.
“Fuck, lemme just- can I please, I need to feel you Jack, fuck-“ you whined, shimmying your skirt up your thighs and straddling him.
“I- fuck, I don’t wanna hurt you, s’last thing I want.” Jack grunted. He was torn, the way you grinded on him made him fucking crazy with lust, but he wanted to be cautious with you.
“I need to feel you.. please-“ you whispered in his ear, practically begging as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his jaw. “We can go slow, promise, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.
“Ok, ok, but you tell me if it gets to be too much or if you’re in pain, and I’ll stop immediately, okay? Promise?” He asked you.
“Yes Jack, I promise.” You told him before sliding your panties to the side.
His grip at your hip was tight as you took him in your hand and slowly sank down onto him. Jack groaned and threw his head back and let out a hiss as you cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck you’re so big..” you gasped.
Jack looked down between you and exhaled deeply.
“What?” You asked him.
“S’only just the tip.” He looked back at you.
“We can stop, it’s okay-“ he tried to reassure you, planting soft kisses to your lips.
“No! No, I wanna keep going.” You told him.
“Okay baby, just breathe, yeah?” Jack said as he leant to touch his forehead against yours.
He thrusted gently to work himself into you, and finally he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck you’re so tight, Jesus fucking Christ baby-“ Jack’s eyes were screwed shut as he exhaled.
“You stretch me out so good, I can feel every fucking part of you Jack.” You whined, clenching around him.
“You ready?” He asked looking back at you, blue eyes shining with love and excitement.
“Yeah.” You grinned at him.
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Just some scribbles on how a possessed human/shapeshifted alien would behave to the human's significant others
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He grabbed his mother's face as she keeps shouting
"To be honest, mom, I'm tired of hearing you say that I'm acting weird. In fact, I don't need to hear your opinion or even you anymore! Have a good tight sleep with pop, okay? I got a whole life ahead of me and yall be deadweight anyway,"
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His father tried to stop him from driving away but then he rolled down his window and inhumanely lengthened his arm to grab him by the neck. In mere seconds, the father is now mere inches from his son's face, if whatever being it is can even be called as his son
"So let me set it clear, old man. I don't give a shit about what you think of me or is this your car or anyone's car. It's mine, and I'm gonna use it as I please, you hear me?"
"Now fuck off!" and with that, he lengthened his arm all the way before he dropped his father right at their front door, a good 5 metres at least from where the car is, and speed off with his best friend. What the fuck is that? thought the old man still in surprise
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"Aww too bad you have to see me slaughter that dog, lil sis. But it's so annoying, I just need to kill that little shit. Do you wanna be like that dog next? If not, keep your mouth shut, you'll tell everyone that it's just simply gone, okay? Well, it's practically gone though, to my stomach, hahahahahah,"
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"Hey ma, yeah, dad's a musk fag or something. Look at him enjoying my feet stink,"
His mom just stared in horror but then, as if some invisible force push her to move, she quickly kneeled and then crawled to his son's other feet.
"Yeah, stop resisting mom. I need some more servant if I want to expand even wider after all,"
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"You haven't seen everything, old man. We're not planning to just takeover the ranchers, we want to seize the whole town, and you'll join force to help us if you still want these two sons of yours be let go, you understand? Now, set a town hall by the end of this week, we'll put some of our kind around the perimeter and after getting inside everyone, then we will release these two, you down?"
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"Yeah, nothing's really there. What blue glowing thing sliding into me when I checked on the backyard? You are one delusional old lady, you know that, maw? I didn't even scream or rustled in the bushes, you are so silly, you know?"
As he gently caressed his neck, he then whispered
"Keep talking like that or run your mouth to other people and I will not hesitate to break your back and let you die, you get me? You saw nothing and you are just a silly delusional granny,"
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"Yeahhh......too bad we can't let any eyewitnesses, you know? So you have to be eliminated," he said to the older man he usually helped around as he lifted him several inches above the ground before he break his neck and dropped his body to the ground
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"Remember big bro, snitches get stiches. Or in my case, snitches get slime shoved up through their ass. Keep that runny little mouth of yours zipped or I'll make your silly gay boyfriend taken over by my friends and I'll force you to watch him squirm and shout,"
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"You resisted for way too long and asked too much question," he said with flat expression as he grabbed his girlfriend's neck and then his hands started to morph into something hideous with thorn and scales
"Scratching you to let you know that I'm, as you suspected, not your boyfriend. But I'll make sure you won't see the daylight anymore if you are not going to cooperate with me to breed you, bitch, so shut the fuck up and just take the dick up in your ass!"
She tried to scream but he muffled her and pistoned the hardening uncut cock into her pussy in one swift penetration. Soon she'll bear the first hybrid baby that Earth ever seen
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Our Little Secret
Kinkmas Day 07
Oliver Mansk/Human!Reader
Warnings: Under a Desk, Public, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Queening, Mean!Reader, Alien Genitalia, Painplay
A/N: First half done!!! I can not believe we are already here! Say thank you and check out @neteyamsyawntu for all her hard work putting this together for us 💗
Also thank you to @loaksxhoe, because I had no idea what I was doing for today. Thank you boo 😘
If anyone tells you that a military man has strong moral values and would never do anything to endanger their image as a soldier, tell them to go fuck themselves. Now we all know that there’s not supposed to be any fraternizing between us, but who gives a shit? We’re all stuck here; we just can’t get pregnant. No repeats of the Soccoro kid. The amount of humans that volunteered to go to this hell hole of a plant is slim; the amount I’m willing to sleep with is slimmer. So far, the only decent fuck I’ve had is with Mansk. I’ll admit I was a little turned off with the whole blue thing going on, but it grew on me, and that dick of his is a big seller. There are quite a few times I’ve needed to get off, but I can’t have him reorganizing my guts, so we’ve devised a couple of plans for that, and personally, this is my favorite one.
Quaritch decided he didn’t like several of my reports and threw them into a shredder right in front of me, demanding that I “Fucking redo them.” So here I am, sitting at my desk with my modified chair. The middle of the chair had latches that would drop the center of it, leaving the sides for me to sit on. Underneath are padded straps meant to hold Mansk’s head while he pleases me. I use his body as a footrest while his giant body is curled up underneath my desk. The way he rests under there gives me perfect access to his slit, which I can tease all day with my foot. Typically, we keep this chair in my quarters, but I need the distraction after Quaritch’s little stunt.
“Slow down. I told you I don’t want to cum yet,” I remarked, tapping threateningly at his slit.
Mansk’s tongue slowed down, returning to the lazy licks and sucks I prefer as he keeps my cunt warm.
“Much better. Your boss decided to give me all this extra work, so I will just borrow his little dog for the day. But you're not his dog, are you? No, you're my puppy,” I giggle a little as I feel his body tense, “Now, don’t be that way. It’s not like it’s a lie. I say jump and jump. Why else would you make me this seat and let me use you anytime I wanted,” I tease, reminding Mansk that he did this all more than willingly.
I could feel the vibrations of Mansk attempting to say something, but my pussy stopped any sound from ringing through the room.
“Oh, stop that,” I scold, tapping my socked foot on his slit harshly.
The resounding moan set pleasure through my core. I grind my cunt into his face as my moans spilled from my lips. Mansk’s tongue was blessed by whatever the deity the savages believed in. Even as the pain radiated through his slit, his tongue never stopped its lazy movements along my folds, slurping my juices.
“You really are asking for it,” My teeth shine as I smirk nastily at him.
I move my legs so that instead of on top of his body, they’re caging his shoulders, putting more pressure on his face.
“Now, why don’t we-” I was cut off by my door opening.
“(Y/N), if you have a moment,” Quaritch swiftly walks through the door, closing it behind him.
Breaking out of my stupor, I do my best to act normal, “Unfortunately, due to the extra work I was assigned, I do not have any available time slots for the next three days,” I respond cooly, not letting any of the emotions surface.
A sneer temporarily breaks over his face before he regains control of his facial expressions, smoothing them into a soft smile, “Well, Darlin’, you see-”
“Don’t get familiar, Colonel. It is Dr. (Y/N) or Dr. (Y/L/N),” I interrupted swiftly.
I felt Mansk’s gasp, and I had to choke down the noise that attempted to leave my lips, leaving me tense in my seat.
The Colonel was shocked; he probably hadn’t been talked to like that before, “My apologies, I was… simply hoping to make friendlier ties with you,” Quaritch leaned heavily into his southern drawl.
“Pet names come after those ties have been made, never before,” I respond curtly, wanting none of his bull shit.
“Alright, have it your way, Dr. (Y/N),” His hands up in mock surrender as he takes several steps closer to my desk; I can feel Mansk holding his breath, “I think we both can agree that I treated you a little… harshly yesterday.”
I couldn’t stop the snort that left me, earning a quick glare from Quaritch before he continued softly.
“As I was saying, due to my impulsive decision, we both seem to be suffering for it to make up for it. I know that you have been interested in studying the physical reactions of Avatar bodies, and I would be willing to volunteer myself for your studies. All I ask is that it remains just between you and me,” Quaritch explains, flashing a smile.
I sat there dumbfounded, temporarily unable to process the words he had just spoken, but when they did, I tossed my head back and laughed.
“Did you think that would fucking work?” I ask, finding nothing but humor in his plan, “You want me to sexually please you “for my research,” but then not use any of that research? I know you’re a jarhead, but this is fucking stupid even for one of you,” My laughter shook my body, causing me to grind on Mansk’s face as I ranted to Quaritch, each movement caught my clit on his chin, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me.
Quaritch’s face turned dark at my mocking, “Now listen here, you little bitch, we both know that no one would touch you with a ten-foot poll, let alone fuck you. You should be thankful that I’m offering myself to you,” His words ended in a hiss as his tail flickered back and forth.
I laughed again, amused by his little show of power, “Damn, your pathetic, but if you must know, ever since I’ve arrived at this shit show, I’ve had men lining up for me. I haven’t gone more than two days without getting a good fucking in,” I smirked at him, relishing in the little tantrum he was throwing, “You can leave now, my fun is over, and I have work to do,” I say cutting Quaritch off before he had a chance to say anything.
Quaritch’s face was a deep purple as he stomped his way to the door. As he opened it, I decided to be generous and give him a little bit of information.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, I told the general about what happened yesterday. She wasn’t happy to be told that time and supplies were being wasted thanks to you,” I explain with a smile, only to have the door slammed shut.
Realizing how much time I had wasted on Quaritch, I lifted my legs up onto Mansk’s chest, giving him the room to breathe again. I hear him take a deep breath as he pants over my cunt.
“This is how your boss treats me every day. Heard that’s how he treated that Soccoro bitch he knocked up too,” I explain uselessly, simply giving Mansk the time to regain his breath, “I must admit this little stunt of his was much stupider than usual, but to be honest, I don’t really care, I do wish he would leave me alone tho,” I sigh wearily.
“Anywho, you need to continue. I don’t have you sitting there for nothing,” I demanded, returning to my paperwork as the gentle swipes of Mansk’s tongue returned to my cunt, and who knows, maybe I’ll have him here for another four hours before I let him go.
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Full 2023 ZADR Kinkmeme Fill Masterlist
We received 22 fills in total for the 2023 Kinkmeme, which are all listed beneath the cut. If you haven't read them already, we'd greatly appreciate if you'd leave kudos or perhaps even a comment on these wonderful fics! Doing so greatly helps our event to thrive.
Please remember that all characters in these NSFW fics are depicted as 18+.
'You, And Me, and Keef.' - After finding out that Zim has asked Keef of all people out on a date, Dib decides to tail them in order to figure out just what Zim's diabolical scheme is.
AKA - Dib's jealous, and has a wank about it.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Keef/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Masturbation, Obliviousness, Jealousy, Unrequited Crush, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Dates, Car Sex, Stalking]
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'Post Blue' - "Dib wanted to tell Zim how nothing had felt right since he left, but he couldn't. The words withered in the back of his throat before they could even fully bloom. But he had to do something to let Zim know, something to convey the depths of the maelstrom that threatened to consume him. Swallowing down all of his common sense, he surged forwards, and pressed his lips to his ex-husband’s."
[Tags: Ex Sex, Closet Sex, Drunk Sex, Post Divorce, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unresolved Emotional Tension]
An Extended Cut of this fic can also be found here
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'Only Because I Love You' - by Wipmoy
"Oh no! Zim and Dib have been abducted by alien pornographers, who really want some footage of them fucking. And they can’t leave, or else they explode.
Well, that’d probably suck way worse, if they weren’t already secretly into each other. Zim’s pride cannot be vanquished so easily."
[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Aliens Made Them Do It, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Tentacle Dick, Zim Has A Penis And Vagina, Oral Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Unsafe Sex, Swearing]
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'Slightly Less Boring' - by Wipmoy
"Turns out, intergalactic space travel isn't that exciting. Dib thinks he can fix that, though."
[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oral Sex, Blowjobs In Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE!, Road Head, Established Relationship, Choking, Coughing, Flirting, Oral Fixation, Tentacle Dick]
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'Trip My Wire' - After getting stood up on one of their scheduled fights, Zim discovers that Dib blew off their plans to go and hang out with some other hideous human instead.
This won't do. This won't do at all.
[Tags - Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Interns & Internships, College AU, Zim is Bad at Feelings, Dib is Bad at Feelings, Frenemies Dib & Zim, Dib is So Done, Jealousy, Stalking, Masturbation, Sexual Awakening, Sloppy Makeouts, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Flirtatious Bullying, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Lovers]
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'Let Him Bite Your Fingers' - A tiny alien flew into Dib’s room and now he’s keeping him.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Micro/Macro, Captivity, Eventual Smut, Eye Trauma, Praise Kink, Dubious Consent, Torture, Blood Loss, Forced Orgasm, Stabbing, Object Insertion, Dib Being Creepy, Come Eating, Mild Gore, Intoxication]
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'Closer' - A fight between Dib and Zim takes a decidedly more lustful turn, forcing Zim to get creative in order to fully conquer his nemesis.
AKA - Zim uses his own slick as lubricant to fuck Dib.
[Tags: Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Alien Biology, Zim Has a Penis & Vagina, Intersex Zim, Slick As Lube, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Biting, Light Breathplay, Power Play, ZADE]
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'Balderdash!' by SlimySlugJuice - Dib and Zim attend a Victorian costume party. Also, they're idiots.
[Tags: Dib/Zim General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Victorian, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bad Flirting, Aged-Up Characters, No Sexual Content]
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'Twisted Transistor' - Frustrated by his inability to catch and expose Zim, Dib makes a poppet doll of his life-long rival. Now, all he has to do it test it.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Rape/Non-Con, Explicit, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Vibrators, Dib makes a spirit doll of Zim uses it for sexual purposes, Masturbation, Starts off non-con but ends consensual, Aged-Up Characters, Dib Being Creepy, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Public Humiliation, Public Masturbation, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Bathing/Washing, Light Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Cock Rings, Begging, Light Dom/sub]
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'Dwarf Star' - by bachmanroad - Dib wasn't cut out for this.
[Tags - Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Unplanned Pregnancy, Complicated Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (That tag is for Dib btw not their unplanned smeet), Aged Up Characters]
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'Putting My Foot Down' - SlimySlugJuice
'Zim is forced to dip his toes into uncharted waters.'
[Tags - Dib/Zim Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Aged-Up Characters, Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, Mind Control, Power Play, Dib Being Creepy, Spit As Lube, Verbal Humiliation, Come Shot, Come Eating (Implied), Starts off as non-con but Zim gets into it]
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'Strict Machine' - Fed up with his lab drone's bratty attitude, Taller Dib sends Zim in for "treatment".
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dubious Consent, Fantastical Hysteria, Alien Cultural Differences, Fucking Machines, Vibrators, Irkens Are Terrible, Medical Kink, Public Humiliation, Light Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Forced Ejaculation, Masturbation, Power Play, Irken Dib, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism]
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'Fairground Freak' - Dib is a university student who came to London from the Americas with a not-so-hidden interest in the supernatural and bizarre. He then learns of a new and fascinating creature of unknown origin, and simply must know more.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, Dib/Zim, Alternative Universe - Victorian, Carnival, Nonbinary Zim, Victorian Attitudes, PAKless Zim, Drug Addiction, Strip Tease, Dib Being Creepy]
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'Diet Stripe' - “You will finish this comically large beverage - yes, all of it - and we will wait. Even once you have reached capacity, you are not allowed to void liquid waste until Zim is touching your sossidgemeet.”
“Can you quit calling my dick that?”
[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, Urination, Omorashi, No Sex, Desperation Play, Don't Like Don't Read, Submissive Dib, Aged Up Characters]
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'Dib's Game' - After Dib falls asleep in a compromising position, Zim is left trapped in something of a predicament.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Fight Sex, Hate Sex, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Somnophilia, Technically Consensual Somnophilia but Dib falls asleep by accident, Praise Kink, Affectionate Insults, Subspace, Sleep Sex, Ambiguous Relationship, Whether this is ZADR or ZADE with benefits it up to the reader, Predicament Bondage, Aged-Up Characters, ZADRKinkmeme23fill]
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'Straight To Video' - Back on Earth, Dib wouldn’t ever have imagined himself falling into this line of work, but out here, with the opportunity to become anyone and anything he desired, he found it oddly fitting that now he was the one being filmed and spoken of like one of the cryptids he’d spent his whole life chasing back home.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Porn Star AU, Sex Work, Aged-Up Characters, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Desk Sex, Plugs, Alien Biology, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Older Dib, Xenophiliac Dib, Sexual Roleplay, Porn Video, Porn Tropes, Literally Porn With Plot, In SPACE!, Wet & Messy, Squirting, Now with Dib's traumatic backstory, Oral Sex, Riding, Topping from the Bottom, Come Swallowing]
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'What is love?' - “Aliens can't orgasm can they? I can't do anything for you?” Dib asked as Zim crawled onto the couch. He awkwardly shoved his softening cock back into his pants, too tired and lazy to properly clean up. “Considering Irkens have no genitalia, no.” Zim laid his head in Dib’s lap. “Will I ever be able to see whatever 'nothing’ you have down there?” “Maybe one day I’ll deem your puny human eyes worthy.” Dib sighed.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Awkward First Times, Alien Cultural Differences, Queer Themes, Aged Up Characters]
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'Horny Dib, What Will He Do?' - Dib is drunk on some mysterious off-planet sex pollen, what will he do?
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Creampie, Sex Pollen, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis And A Vagina, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Aged-Up Dib]
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'Howl' - Irritated by Dib’s recent strange and cagey behaviour, Zim decides to follow him to a strange house in the woods.
Unbeknownst to him, Dib is a werewolf. And unfortunately for them both, it’s rutting season.
[Tags - Dib/Zim, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Dib/Zim, Werewolf Dib, Dubious Consent, Werewolf Sex, Accidental Knotting, Knotting, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Master/Pet, Bottom Zim, Top Dib, No smut in ch1, Eventual Smut]
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'The Exchange' - Zim finds a rare supernatural item that Dib is willing to do *anything* to get his hands on.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dom/Sub, Dom Drop, Top Drop, Unintentional Dom/Sub Dynamic, Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Boot Worship, Spanking, Bondage, Vivisection, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Throat Fucking, Zim Is Bad At Feelings, Bless These Idiots, Denial of Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Adult Dib, Adult Zim]
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'Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand' by SlimySlugJuice
'A rather large Zim winds up in Dib's timeline. Naturally, Dib has some questions regarding the anatomy of his musclebound nemesis.'
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Aged Up Characters, Alternate Timelines, Non-Canon Compliant, Post-Zimvoid Arc, Size Difference, Muscles, Large Cock, Hand Jobs, Come Shot, Come Eating, Grinding, Praise Kink, Coming In Pants, Post-Coital Cuddling, Some canon-typical grossness]
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'Proper Discipline' - All his life, Dib had dreamt of being the one down on his knees. Thanks to The Club, he can finally act out his wildest, naughtiest fantasy.
[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Irken Dib, Irken Empire, Irkens Are Terrible, Sex Work, Sex Club, Dom/sub, Fantastical Kink, Role Reversal, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Implied Non-con Sex Work, Zim Used To Be A Breeding Drone, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Top Zim, Bottom Dib]
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Study Group Pt. 2 (Garrus x Mshep)
Pairing: Garrus Vakarian x Male Shepard
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1267
POV: Third
Summary: The Big Tober Day 4 - Alienfucking
Note: Sequel to this work from 2 years ago
Tags: edging, dry orgasm, assholes in love, big alien dick, talk of breeding, safe sex because protein incompatibility, handjob & coming untouched
“I just don’t get it,” Garrus huffed, throwing the datapad Shepard had prepared for him to study onto the coffee table. Shepard sighed and leaned back on the sofa, taking the cup of beer with him as he went. The commander took a big swig. He had explained the concept multiple times to Garrus, but the whole idea of how it all could be pleasurable was beyond the Turian. “I’m sorry, Hyven,” Garrus purred, taking Shepard's hand in his own and leaving a soft kiss on it, which was more a press of the mouth than anything else, lacking lips and all. Shepard could be frustrated all he wanted, but in the end he was just a sucker for his alien boyfriend.
Shepard then got the perfect idea. He had this wolfish grin on him all of the sudden that told Garrus enough. “What if I just… showed you?” Shepard used their intertwined hands to pull Garrus off his balance, putting his face really close to Garrus’. “Maybe you’ll get it once you’ve experienced it yourself.”
Shepard could see the heavy gulp. He watched the gears turn in his boyfriend’s head. He did not know what calculations - or calibrations - Garrus was running in that beautiful head of his, but Shepard waited patiently. He let the other man do what he needed to do and respond when he was ready. It took Garrus a good minute, before he spoke up. “Ok.”
Shepard had his boyfriend and himself naked on his bed in no time. A condom was the only thing separating the commander’s hand from the hot blue cock that pulsed inside it. Shepard admired each ridge and bump on it as his lubed hand glided all over it. Garrus was making the loveliest of noises, all soft and encouraging. Shepard wondered what he would hear if he had the capacity to properly hear the subvocals as well. He wondered what he would hear if the translator could actually pick up on every word.
The human squeezed his alien boyfriend’s cock, giving it a tight grip downwards, then loosening it up as he went back up. Shepard could do this all day, having some down-time, relaxing, just him and the melody of Garrus. It was easy to tell when Garrus was starting to lose his patience. The Turian started thrusting into Shepard’s hand, longing for his orgasm. Shepard sped up, fingers dancing over the blue skin, knowing exactly under which ridge to press and where across the tapered head to swipe over it. Garrus swore up a storm as he got close to orgasm.
Shepard’s smirk turned almost devilish as he waited for the right moment. Garrus was tensing up and the human knew that was his que to let go. Garrus groaned as he was denied his orgasm. Heavy breaths left the Turian as he came down from that experience. “And you like this?” Garrus questioned, the inquiry telling Shepard enough about how much Garrus liked being edged.
Shepard chuckled. “I guess? I mean it is torture, but you can edge me for hours and the eventual orgasm is so much better.” Shepard shrugged. “What about I show you the other thing?” Garrus shook his head, shifting to start grabbing stuff.
“If you like it so much, how about we try it on you?” Garrus grunted as he took a hold of Shepard. The man relaxed, letting his boyfriend put him on his hands and knees. Garrus knew by now which toys to grab, prepping Shepard without having to jam his claws inside. In the past months they have found the motions that worked. They went through it, getting everything, warming each other up. The small dildo was first. Shepard took it with ease, the stretch familiar and the lube helping a long way. He put his elbows down, getting a little more comfortable, while he made Garrus do most of the work. “You’re lazy today,” Garrus joked, switching to the medium dildo a little sooner than he usually would. Shepard hissed, letting out a soft and low moan as Garrus pushed it in to the base.
“I just gave you an amazing handjob. You’re quite demanding today,” Shepard commented back, shaking his ass a little in spite of knowing that Turians were no ass-loving people. The hips and waist were much more a point of interest. Like it was right on que, Garrus grabbed Shepard’s hips and held him in place, while he thrusted the dildo in slow and deep. Shepard whimpered whenever it hit his deepest spot. He had to give it to Garrus, it was a very effective way of shutting him up.
About half an hour later, Garrus was on his back, Shepard riding him eagerly. The cock had so much texture; it stimulated every nerve inside the commander. Shepard sang his song of pleasure on top of the Turian. Claws pressed shapes into his thighs, the pain just egging him on. He felt his orgasm building. Once he was close enough, he lifted himself halfway off Garrus and stroked himself. Those icy blue eyes drank in the image of him stroking vigorously, only to stop and squeeze the base at the last moment. Shepard moaned through his orgasm, keeping himself from ejaculating.
His breath was as ragged as after a battle and the entire dishevelled image of him drove Garrus wild. He picked Shepard up, carrying him across the room to the fishtank, pressing his back against it. Blue light highlighted Shepard’s silhouette as Garrus slid back inside. “So how often can you have an orgasm like that?” Garrus purred, before running his tongue along the muscle in Shepard’s neck. He could taste the remnants of the female Turian pheromones he had put on his mate earlier. Shepard mewled at the stimulation, mind too focused on the pleasure of Garrus’ flared cock to answer. “Shepard?”
The lack of a nickname and the pause of the thrusts drew Shepard back to reality. “Huh? Just…” He wiggled against the fishtank, seeking stimulation with Garrus’ cock still inside him. “Just fuck me and find out,” he whined wantonly. It shattered Garrus’ every ounce of self-control. He took a better hold of the other man and pressed their bodies together, sandwiching Shepard between the fishtank and Garrus’ plates chest.
The human made sounds no Turian ever could and every single one of them was thrilling, driving the Turian wild with possessive need. He got a little too excited, not hearing all the words Shepard was moaning. He barely fished out the words ‘I’m going to cum’ and instead of trying out what Shepard had shown him earlier, he went wild with the need of breeding his mate. Shepard howled with pleasure, words not coming together anymore to form even a single coherent sentence. Garrus felt like his world was nothing but white when he came deep inside his boyfriend, the condom not stopping him from feeling the satisfaction of breeding a mate.
When he was past the peak, he became aware of the wetness on his abdomen. “Damn Garrus,” Shepard chuckled, holding onto Garrus for dear life as he came down from his own high. “You’re a slow learner today.” Garrus gently pulled himself out and carried Shepard to the bed. “You were supposed to give me a dozen dry orgasms, you know.”
“Trial and error is the best way to learn,” Garrus deadpanned as he deposited his human boyfriend onto the bed. “So…” Garrus grinned as he got rid of the condom, eyes running over Shepard’s glistening body. “What about another study session later tonight?”
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I don't buy it.
I mean, if Bernie legit flat out said " This is a retcon; we're throwing it all out," staring at the screen like Steve from the Office, then. . . obviously, okay he's saying it is.
But I just don't buy it, if it's all being based on what was in the teaser for S19.
In order for Seasons 15-18 to be Epsilon Simulations, that would imply Epsilon would need to know information he could not possibly have:
Knowledge of the AI Gods
Knowledge of Huggins
Knowledge of Dylan Andrews
Knowledge of Kaikaina's deepest regret/fear from her early childhood
Knowledge of Tucker's fear of being a shit leader
Knowledge of how the other Alien Temples actually work - not just their function but how they'd actually work on the planet
Knowledge of both sides of the war on Chorus and every single inhabitant's motivation, feelings, flaws, speech patterns
And so much fucking more between interpersonal thoughts, memories of people he's never touched, locations he'd never been to, etcetera.
Like, No. There's no fucking way you can run a simulation on data you DO NOT POSSESS. Or at least, not without it being very unbelievable.
Unless they're trying to just say all this shit was made up, which frankly would be such a dick move to do.
Not to mention, as someone else also pointed out, that Red Team finally got some awesome story beats and arcs for all their people. Finally got some movement on some much needed interpersonal developments.
Like, the way I took the teaser, it felt and sounded more like Church(Epsilon) was saying how he was going over the big fight we didn't get to see, and how he was trying to make sure everyone would live - and that THAT was what was causing him problems. Like there would have to be some kind of sacrifice somewhere, and the only way to keep everyone else alive was for himself to be that sacrifice...
AND then, on top of all that... Once he does, and the events we witness do come to pass, perhaps the change is that maybe there's a moment here and there that plays out just slightly differently or we see like, missing moments during 15-17... like Retconning to add in moments/tweek moments...instead of flat out trying to rewrite/rid all that development and emotional journeying we all did.
I dunno. I want to have faith and be hopeful for S19, but to just think that everything we got from 15-17 (not counting 18 atm since it's not full out and also very different) could be hand-waved?
I REALLY do not want S19 of Red vs Blue to do to it's series as a whole what Trollhunters: Attack of the Titans did to it's legacy.
#rvb#Red vs Blue#rooster teeth#i guess I just don't want to believe they'd throw away so much#character development for certain individuals and also certain dynamics#i mean come on#yes i am talking about some of the major ships#but also just in general we got some great moments of friendship and personal growth#YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE GONNA WIPE AWAY THAT ADORABLE LINE OF CABOOSE:#“Dead Friend Plus Love Equals Church”#And like... literally just all the other heart wrenching emotional moments?#“Maybe nobody cared about these people... so that's why they didn't come back.”#Laziest Bastard Learns Spanish due to going Crazy: More at 11#Guess we'll just have to wait and see
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LOTKM Chapter One: A Higher Power, Or Whatever
🐚LENA
If I had to choose someplace to die, this would be it.
Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen the journey it took to get here—I’d happily skip the alien abduction and trafficking bit. The rest, all things considered, drifting into a brightly colored unknown ocean is pretty damn peaceful.
I learned long ago that worrying about things out of my control was useless. I could rage, scream, and slam my fist into my plastic security bubble, but it won’t make a difference.
I am going to die, and I’m going to wonder at the beauty of this place before I go. I doubt another human has seen these bright-colored creatures swimming by. They’re fish-like but more torpedo-shaped. A set of googly eyes dangle from long stalks below their bodies. Their scales glint in the sunlight as the schools float around me, almost reminding me of camera flashes back on Earth.
I take a deep breath and try to enjoy their unearthly elegance, leaning my back against the gently curving wall of my security pod.
This plastic bubble I’ve danced in for the past year has become familiar. I know every scratch and ding. Despite how much you claw at its wall, I know it can’t open from the inside.
Whatever space-age plastic the Deenz aliens use is robust. I don’t know how much of the growing pressure it can handle as we descend further into the depths of this seemingly bottomless ocean.
The sunlight from the surface is ever waning, and the waters around me get darker and murkier the further I fall.
Another breath fills my chest as I try to quell the anxiety creeping in from the peripherals of my psyche.
The school of creatures follows me like companions ushering me to the afterlife.
I put a hand against the plastic enclosure to thank them for not leaving me alone. I’ve always loved the ocean. Many of my tattoos are of underwater scenes: the coral reef on my calf, the stingray guarding my bicep, and my favorite tattoo—Aphrodite reclined on the half shell on my shoulder.
My soul has always been called to the water, so I guess this demise is fitting.
Thanks, to the universe or whatever higher power controls this kind of thing, I find myself thinking.
As I try to project my gratitude to these little aquatic creatures and some higher power, I catch a flash of yellow from the corner of my eye.
It moves too fast for me to get a good look at it. Spinning around in my bubble, I search for whatever it was.
As the school of alien fish shift suddenly to the left, I see him.
A muscular canary yellow alien, his head full of pulsating tentacles, gapes at me. The tentacles shift as if moved by the underwater currents. They splay around his head like a lion’s mane. His strong arms and legs pump as he descends with my bubble.
I say “he” because his cock is something you really can’t miss. It isn’t hard, but still floats proudly on display. His dick’s impressive length is nestled in tentacles similar to the ones that surround his head but they’re much shorter. Almost like if you traded out pubes for a sea anemone. I guess that makes sense since his head “hair” is also comprised of tentacles.
I wonder what that would feel like? I think, before quickly scrubbing the thought from my mind.
I’m more than likely going to die, and I don’t want my last thoughts to be about alien dick.
I break my gaze from his crotch, not wanting to be a complete and total pervert. His smooth yellow skin is covered in a pattern of squiggly teal rings. He’s got the physique of an Olympic swimmer, with a broad set of shoulders tapering into powerful legs.
His eyes are blue and bore into me as if questioning my very existence.
“Hi.” I huff, taken back by this strange alien adonis that’s found me.
When I speak, he springs out two of his head tentacles that appear longer than the rest to grip the outside of my bubble. My descent stops so rapidly that I drop to my knees like a stone.
Tentacle Man pulls me closer to him. The strength in those two thick appendages sends a strange thrill through me.
He puts his face up against the plastic and appraises me with his full lips agape.
“What are you?” He cocks his head, his deep voice muffled through the water.
“I’m Lena. I’m human,” I whisper, shocked he can speak.
He screws up his mouth and furrows his brows, “I don’t understand you,” he says, tapping a spot in front of his ear. “I don’t have a translator chip, and I don’t think you speak Andjin. There’s no tech allowed during the great proving—we are only as the Greath Mother created us.”
What in the flying fuck is the great proving?
But even in my confusion, I realize he stopped my bubble from dropping further into the ocean…does this mean I won’t die?
“Are you going to help me?” I say slowly as if that might help him understand me.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know your language. I don’t even know what species you are…but it seems like you’re in danger.” His face softens, and he places his slightly webbed fingers against the plastic.
“Can you understand me? If you can, nod,” He tells me softly.
I nod, and he smiles.
“Well, at least one of us can get our point across….” He trails off as if catching sight of my body for the first time.
I’m wearing the thin, near-pornographic costume that all the trafficked human women wear. Its light blue stretchy material is strapped tightly across my neck, belly button, and nipples. All connected to a vertical strap covering my crotch.
“I like your skin’s patterns,” he says, letting his eyes drag down my body. “But I think there’s something wrong with your camouflage, as beautiful as they might be.”
“Those are tattoos. I don’t have camouflage,” I say practically to myself, knowing he doesn’t understand me.
“Do you need help?” He questions me, his eyes full of sincerity.
I nod aggressively.
I don’t have to die today.
Do I trust the bizarrely handsome alien man in front of me? I’m not sure. He seems kind, but my trust disappeared not long after I was abducted. I don’t know if it’ll ever come back.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been dancing at this point, maybe months? Everything tends to blur together. The Deenz, the hive-minded purple alien fucks who captured me from Earth, give us all kinds of shots.
Downers to sleep, then uppers and aphrodisiacs to “work.” It doesn’t make it easy to keep track of time, and sometimes it’s better to forget any of the memories you make.
“I’ll try my best to help you…” He pauses, “My name is Kitaico. What’s yours?” He asks, pointing to me.
“Leeenuh,” I tell him slowly.
“Leeenuh,” he repeats. He smiles at me, a grin full of sharp teeth slightly more tapered than mine. I scramble backward, taken off guard by his predatory mouth.
I start to second guess myself–that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I’m out of options and apparently willing to gamble on a total stranger for help.
A shadow floats below my bubble as we try to figure each other out. I crane my neck down to see what it is, wondering if they’ll be more beings like Kitaico.
It’s not. An immense creature, about the size of a blue whale, approaches us. But there’s nothing gentle looking about the giant rising quickly in the distance.
While its head is whale shaped, that’s where the similarities end.
The creature’s sides pulse with bioluminescence as it cuts quickly through the water. Its tail is some nightmarish combo of a stingray and a scorpion. A barb at its end flashes with blue light. As it spots us, it lets out a terrifying roar and opens its mouth, filled with jagged rows of fangs.
I gasp, turning back to Kitaico; his skin has changed to the deep blues of the waters surrounding him. He sets his jaw and turns away from me, and for a moment, I fear he will leave me to be devoured by the creature.
As he swims, I realize his two longest head tentacles are still wrapped around my bubble, and he’s dragging me towards the surface.
His powerful legs kick wildly as we climb. I can tell he’s struggling to keep up his pace. Looking down, I see the monster gaining on us. It snaps its mouth, gnashing its fangs.
“Hurry, Kitaico!” I yell in vain, hoping he’ll understand me. He doesn’t respond, but I can see his camouflage shifting wildly between colors. I wonder if the effort of our escape is pushing his body to its limits.
I push myself against the bubble’s far side as the monster’s mouth closes around the bottom. With a violent crunch, it rips away a chunk of my former prison. It thrashes it’s head like a shark attempting to subdue its prey but putting some distance between us once more.
I barely have time to hold my breath before I’m sucked out of the bottom. The water crashing in makes the air rush out like a vacuum. My muscles clench painfully from the blast of water as I tumble into the warm ocean spinning head over foot. I snap my eyes shut. Soon enough, I’ll be nothing but fish food.
Something snakes around my ankle, tugging the skin so hard I can nearly feel my skin rip. Then there’s something around my waist, drawing me up again.
“Leeenuh, hold on!” Kitaico yells as he hoists me into his arms, “We only need to get a bit higher, the scripiat won’t be able to follow much longer. He can’t survive in the shallows!”
He strokes one hand behind my head and tucks my body into his chest.
I don’t have enough air. My lungs burn as I involuntarily cough, and what little breath I have left escapes bubbling upward.
Kitaico slows and his heart is still pounding against my ear.
“The scripiat returns to the depths. We are safe,” he whispers.
I kick my legs weakly, pointing my finger to the surface. I can’t stop myself from gulping in a deep breath of salt water, choking on its mineral taste.
“Leeenuh, we are safe now. Stay calm.”
My vision blurs and I lose control of my head as it slumps into my alien hero—it’s not his fault he doesn’t know I breathe oxygen.
Darkness creeps into the edges of my vision.
I point up one more time before I lose consciousness.
We were so close.
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