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“I swear your love would raise me out of my grave, in my flesh and blood, like Lazarus; hungry for this, and this, and this, your living kiss.”
— Rapture; ‘If I Was Dead’ by Carol Ann Duffy
Human exocist charlie wip i will probbaly never finish
no the Jeremy post it isn't covering some ugly mistake iswear not
Still not happy with my Lamb design....Need them to look arrogant but also a bit cute...
@redcurrantorchard I saw you use he/him pronouns so I did it with a AMAB MC but if you want it with AFAB I can post an edit too ayyy
Explicit, 18+, dead dove sleep fucking (though it’s kind of more sleep foreplay lol)
“One more?”
“One more…” you mumble sleepily, giving a long stretch under the covers. Leviathan’s cool bathtub walls press against your back, making the warmth of his body next to you all the more cozy. You’re mid-marathon of the new season of a niche anime about ramen chefs competing for title of Ramen Lord, and despite how late at night you’re sure it is, the last episode landed on a cliff hanger and you can’t exactly stop there, can you?
Levi presses play on his phone, his hands holding it against his knees so you both can see. You’re curled against him, cheek pressed to his shoulder, his breath gently tickling your hair on your brow. If you weren’t concentrating so hard on keeping your eyes open, you might be proud of him for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat – the first several times you spent the night together, you could feel it racing against the cheek the entire time.
The opening plays, light flickering over the two of you in the dark room, and a deep content sigh leaves you. Beside you, Levi swallows, something in your soft relaxation making his heart ache happily.
Despite your best efforts, you find yourself mostly listening to the episode, half dreaming up the scenes until at last you can resist no longer, and you tumble into a confusing dream. First you and Levi are cooking ramen together, chattering and focusing on the ingredients, but soon it almost nonsensically devolves into another sort of dream, where he’s bending you over the table and grinding between your legs from behind…
When you wake up next, the room is dark, and you’ve rolled over to face the tub wall. You’re warm – hot even – but a sudden exhaled breath against your neck makes you shiver. You can feel Levi’s hands moving over your stomach and up your chest, and with a thrill of delight you realize you can feel his cock hard against your ass.
“…fuck…” you mumble, eyes falling closed again and body melting as Levi freezes. He swallows hard, and you can feel his length flex against you. It’s then you realize that your shorts have been pulled down, and his boxers are rubbing against your bare skin. A long moment passes where Levi is still, frozen in panic as he realizes the implications of what he’s been caught doing.
He hadn’t meant for it to end up like this. He’d noticed you’d fallen asleep fairly soon into the episode, as he usually stole frequent peeks to check out your expression when you watched anime together. You’d looked so cute, and peaceful and…trusting? It blew his mind that you could let your guard down and relax so much against him of all people.
And your lips…they’d been parted lightly, soft and cast with a strange purple flush from the blue light of his fish tank. They were always so soft looking, and he couldn’t help his thoughts leaping to the time you’d…
No, no, he couldn’t think about that now. Not when you’re cuddling so nicely with him, a leg draped over his and arm around his chest. He’d turned off the show, unable to concentrate, and did his best to resign himself to sleep.
And then you’d moaned his name.
Well, maybe it was more of a mumble. But still, he’d heard it! The breathy exhale, followed by a shift in your body, movement raising goosebumps on his skin as you rolled over. Cautiously, he rolled with you, wrapping his arm around you and pressing his chest against your back. He’d wanted to hear you say his name again, that was all!
But the blanket had moved off your thighs, and they were practically glowing. He swallowed hard, fingers drifting downward, stroking barely perceptively over the softness of your skin there.
Another soft noise had left your lips, and he’d frozen. Really, that was supposed to be the end of it! He was going to roll over and go to sleep and…and…
And he was so hard.
And your ass was pressed so snugly against him.
And…your thighs…
He hadn’t meant to move his hips, really, his body moved on its own, giving a twitchy rut against your plushness. His hand was on your hip, and the pressure against his cock immediately sent a wave of pleasure through him. He was going to keep his hand there, nice and safe on your hips…
Until it wasn’t, sliding forward to palm your own length through your shorts, a low moan escaping Levi when he realized you were half hard as well.
He had a sudden thought of you waking up then, finding him with his hand on your cock, and his own leaking pre into his boxers against your ass. The look you’d give him, one of disgust and indulgence, how predictable that your dirty pervert couldn’t handle himself for one night…
“Fuuuuuck…” Levi moaned shamefully, giving in completely as another shudder of pleasure tore through him. Okay, he admitted it. He was gross. He was a pervert. And more importantly, he was so so so horny.
He wanted…more. Moving slowly, not wanting to wake you despite himself, he moved his fingers to the waistband of your shorts. Lifting them, he frozen as you sighed in your sleep, before gently slipping them down your hips.
Now he was able to touch you freely, palms moving over the curve of your hips, pulling you back against his shaft. He slipped his hand back to cup your cock, swallowing hard at the heat of it. Pressing his lips against your shoulder to keep him from moaning again, he’d given you a slow stroke, inhaling shakily as you twitched in your sleep.
Another rock of his hips, and his own eyes had closed, head falling back with an exhale as his hand moves back up your stomach to squeeze at your chest. How far was his lube? Had he left it in the bed the other night when you’d…
“…uck”
Levi had frozen, a hot wave of terror immediately flushing over his body. That was the most coherent sleep mumble you’d given so far, and it sounded like…
“Levi…” you sigh his name now, and he can feel his eyes burn suddenly with tears of shame. Oh god, you were going to hate him. What was he doing? He-
“…n’t op…” you mumble, flinging a hand behind you to fumble for his thigh, squeezing it demandingly.
“Wh-wh-wh-“
“Don’t stop…” you whine louder, pouty now. You were squirming, pulling at the leg of his boxers, trying half-heartedly to coerce him to move against you without having to roll out of your position.
“Y-yeah?” Levi gasps, hand squeezing at your chest again with relief, before leaving to yank his own pants down. Immediately you feel the thump of his cock hitting your back, a hot splatter of pre landing on your skin. You shift to move your leg up into a bend, wanting him more tightly against you, wanting him inside you…
Practically dizzy with lust, Levi is fumbling in his blankets, praising whatever angel is looking after his slutty fantasies when his palm finds the bottle of lube in their folds. He pulls away to slick it over his shaft, his shaky pants hot against your ear. When you feel his fingers shyly press against your entrance you sigh in relief, closing your eyes and melting once more.
“So nice…” Your voice is still sleepy, and Levi wonders if you’re even fully awake, though that’s the last coherent thought he has before he’s pressing the head of his cock into you.
A low groan leaves him as you swallow him up, and you give your own mewl at the sudden feeling of fullness. He doesn’t move for a moment, fingers squeezing your hips so tight it’s sure to leave bruises, as he holds his breath and tries not to explode inside you right then.
Finally, he starts to move, rocking his hips against you, dirty little whines leaving his lips where they’re pressed against your neck. You tilt your jaw, opening your mouth to offer him your tongue, and he claims it greedily, thoughts of shame long gone as he desperately ruts against you.
His hand falls back to your cock as he begins to moan your name, half pumping and half just squeezing tightly, too drunk on your body to move with any intention. Then, with a shudder and a burst of heat, he cums, crying out and pressing you into the cold tub with the force of his grind.
“Oh my god…” you groan happily, lashes fluttering as he hilts inside you.
“I’m sorry,” he says automatically, and it makes you give a dizzy giggle.
“Poor baby,” you coo, “Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, hm?” He flushes red, and you smirk at the shamed expression that quickly replaces his well fucked face.
“I…I…” You stop his stammers with another heated kiss, rolling over to face him properly.
“Well, you better take responsibility for it, hm?” Between you, you’re still hard, cock flushed red and leaking itself now. Leviathan flushes, but doesn’t hesitate a moment, wriggling to nuzzle down your stomach and kiss the thick shaft.
“That’s my dirty little pervert…”
Hope you're fine with taking requests, can I have some drabbles with WHB Leviathan and Lucifer, in which they cum too much inside MC that they cry and try to kick the kings away pls 😋
Very sort drabbles im so sorry, i hope you will like this regardless!!! I tried my best with this hhhh
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, GN Reader (no body description or pronouns), Dom Characters, Overstimulation, Dubcon?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Leviathan, Lucifer
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✧˚·. Leviathan
“Stop complaining and stay still” he says as he still deep inside of you, your juices now mixing together to ruin the sheets underneath you two.
“It’s... It’s too much...” you plea between your sobs, desperately trying to get him off of you by kicking him, something that only makes him anger. Leviathan free hand goes to your neck, squeezing rather roughly with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Tch. Stop fucking moving and be still.” he says with such a roughness you feel yourself getting wetter, your broken moans coming out of your mouth as he keeps moving against you with further force than before.
“You are going to do what I tell you. Stay beneath me and take what I give you.” he squeeze your neck again, making you see black dots around your vision but also stars, it feels so good it hurts.
And you cum, embaressingly so, feeling Levi cock twitching inside of you before he paints your tight walls white.
“Good. We aren’t done yet.”
✧˚·. Lucifer
“Yes, good. Very good. Keep crying for me.” Lucifer says, licking your tears away with his tongue, humming in pleasure when that salty taste gets on his mouth. Your tears are so tasty, he could eat them forever.
“L, luci... Please...” you sob at his fast and deep thrusts, feeling the overstimulation and extremely full of his semen to the point where it was leaking out from your hole, ruining the sheets beneath.
You try to kick him off you, but he stops your kick with his free hand with a smirk appearing on his face. Lucifer takes your thighs and forces your legs to be on his shoulder, so that all you can do is take his cock and what he gives you.
“Please what? We haven’t finished yet. Aren’t you happy that im finally giving you attention my dear?”
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Since my old teen titans art has been getting attention lately, I wanted to post these sketches I made trying to design their older versions (now just titans)
Since these are old sketches I'm actually not sure about some choices I made now (like I'm actually undecided about Gar's eye now)
But I hope you enjoy lol
i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)
the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.
they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.
until they both start going on dates with him and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.
only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.
they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.
she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.
there's a knock on her room door and another text.
r u ok? can i come in?
robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.
she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.
steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."
and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.
steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.
robin would like that.
she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.
it's the best robin's ever been on.
eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.
hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.
eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.
he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."
eddie's flabbergasted.
steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.
he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.
this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.
the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.
the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.
when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.
It's 5 am and I'm very much having a moment about him
Some old trad sketches as a bonus (only the ones that I like)
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••@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - I'm thinking #4 (Hide and Seek) with either Miguel or Doc Ock as the ler and our favorite Spider-Gang as lees.••
TickleTober Day 4 - Hide and Seek
~Okay, I’ve been so excited to write this one! I need to show the Ocks some more love, and I absolutely adore these two! This is stupidly long. I have no regrets. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lees: Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie
Lers: Otto Octavious (Alfred Molina), Olivia Octavious
Summary: When stranded in another alternate dimension, Otto is recruited by an unexpected variant of himself. Things get complicated when the Spider-Gang tries to stop their heist. Finding a heart, Otto offers an ulterior method to win against their young adversaries.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Otto's life had been…well, interesting was a word for it. Just when he thought he was done being tossed from universe to universe, a random portal opened and yoinked him out of the current wrong dimension, leaving him lost once again.
The new world seemed…animated, in a sense. Otto definitely didn't fit the style, what with everyone’s 3D animationesque appearances. There was no way he could get around without being recognized as an anomaly, but he couldn’t very well stay where he was…
Before he could slip further into his thoughts, a small band bounced off his head and fell into an open robotic tentacle; he didn’t know it, but it was a Spider Society day pass. A woman’s voice called from above him, sounding eerily smug and conniving.
“Come with me, Octavious 96283. We have some pests to exterminate.”
-
“So…you built all of this alone? Without funding?” Otto looked around the small lab, wondering how on Earth the woman managed to construct such high-tech equipment by herself. It was in an abandoned office building, sure, but it was still a solid facility.
“Yes. It was a hindrance to use purely damaged technology and scrapped fragments from Alchemax sites, but I think I’ve created an adequate workspace.”
Otto would hardly stop at “adequate” to describe the place. There were monitors, a small dissection area, multiple glass test tubes with various liquids, and a research station; it’s a lab his teenage self would undoubtedly be envious of.
“You mentioned pests?” He tried to steer the conversation in a more manageable direction; maybe she’d help him get home if he fed into her plot.
“I did, yes. There have been more and more of these spider pests popping up since the creation of their little Society. After their mistake ruined my research, I figured I’d refocus my efforts on eliminating them all together, starting with unlocking the mechanics of their interdimensional travel.”
Olivia didn’t stop for a single second, flitting around her lab while she spoke. “I need your help with acquiring a few parts for my newest portal prototype. Just a simple heist, nothing too flashy.”
-
He should’ve known that was bullshit.
I mean, who actually told the truth when they said “just a simple” anything? Running through the bustling, animated city with thousands of dollars of technological advances in his arms. Olivia was a version of him, after all; he never told anyone the entirety of his plans.
Things went from bad to worse when he heard the tell-tale sound of web shooters firing.
“Damn those brats!” Olivia’s hiss put him more on edge than the possibility of being arrested. The spider he was most recently with was quite nice and empathetic, but he wasn’t sure how this universe’s protector carried themselves. Wait…did she say brats, plural?
“Drop the tech, tentacle heads!” A younger-sounding voice called out right before a ball of web fluid came flying at Otto’s face. He used a tentacle to catch it, but the mechanics of the triceps were immediately clogged.
The man got a closer look as the boy – probably, he wasn’t sure – approached: black suit, red details, thin frame, wide eye mask. Yeah, that kid definitely wasn’t old enough to be risking his life like that.
To his surprise, three more costumed teens – again, not a known fact, but they definitely seemed young – backed the black-clad spider up. The varying styles shocked him: ornate reds and blues, black and white with pops of color, and all-out punk outfit with the classic colors beneath. Yeah, they were definitely from different dimensions.
Olivia, on the other hand, sprang into action. She snapped a few lines of web that were shot her way, obviously used to fending off all four of them at once. Otto couldn’t help but wince as the ornate teen was whacked into the brick alley wall by one of her tentacles.
The one in white called out and ran to him – he assumed she was a girl, given her costume and intonation – while the punk charged Olivia. Otto was playing defense against the boy in black and red, trying not to hurt him.
While the man was putting up a pretty good fight, the black-and-red Spider-Man still managed to grab his duffle bag of stolen tech. Olivia started to shout at him to get it back before a small web smacked her in the face, covering her mouth. That enraged the woman to a new extent he hadn’t thought possible.
A lot of things fell into place for the man when Olivia lobbed a steel trash can at the lanky punk; they were fighting children, or at most very young adults.The rage in the woman’s eyes… Yeah, no.
Were the teens trying to arrest them and foil Olivia’s plan? Yes. Did that stop Otto from caring that they were probably minors who definitely shouldn’t be taking that many hard hits? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Otto reached for the bag, hoping to get it away from the boy so they could just retreat. One of his tentacle claws managed to grab the boy's side, meaning to hold him still; what he hadn’t expected, however, was the boyish squeal that ripped from the black-clad spider’s throat.
In the midst of Otto’s surprise, the teen managed to slip out of the mechanical grip and…disappear? An invisibility power would have been incredibly helpful for the boy – that is, if the duffle he was carrying wasn’t still visible.
God, these kids need some proper training…
Despite his associate’s murderous rage, the punk seemed to have grabbed Olivia’s duffle as well. Behind him, Otto caught a glimpse of the ornate boy and white-clad spiders zipping up to a rooftop. Sensing that they were fighting a losing battle, the other two followed them up, duffles in hand.
“Damn it! I need those parts, or all of this will have been for nothing!” Olivia moved to charge after them, but the man held out a mechanical arm to stop her; her fiery glare was hard to ignore, but he did his best.
“Wait. I know they’ve been pains in the asses, but we can’t… Is there really a reason to truly harm them? You have to know that they’re hardly old enough to even consider doing what they do.” Otto spoke from his heart, hoping at least a fraction of his words would hit something human within the woman.
“What do you suggest we do then? Let them get away with hours of careful preparations and the keys to my plans?”
“I have a better idea. One that involves less…aggressive tactics. You’ll still get your revenge, of course.”
Olivia quirked a brow, eyes still trained on the rooftop the young heroes fled towards. The anger was still burning on her features, but a slight tweak of contemplation tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I’m listening, 96283. Make it fast.”
-
Welp, Miles was dead. Or rather, he was going to be dead very, very soon.
One Doc Ock was already hard enough to handle, but two? Even with his fellow spiders’ help, the teen doubted they’d be able to do much against the two forces. Retreat was one of their only smart options, but he could hear the thudding of mechanical claws behind him. The duffle bag in his arms seemed to weigh more by the second, burning with the knowledge that they’d be on his tail until he either forked it over or somehow managed to find enough time to portal out.
His friends scattered around him, fanning out in their practiced formation. They’d meet up behind a small bakery before portaling back to the Society. Unfortunately for Miles, that meant he had to find a way there by himself.
As Miles swung by an alley opening, a robotic tentacle shot out at him from the darkness. He managed to keep the duffle bag out of its grip, but the four synthetic claws closed around his chest in its tight grasp.
“GYAH- get off!” Miles’s heart sank as he watched the owner of the tentacle emerge, her cold eyes gleaming behind iridescent green lenses.
“Hello, little spider. I believe you have something of mine~” Olivia grabbed the duffle with her other tentacles, but Miles held strong; he did have super strength, after all.
“Fine. I’ll get that bag one way or another, you pest.”
Before he could wonder what kind of painful torture he’d endure, Miles felt the synthetic claws dig into his stomach. Caught off guard, he couldn’t help the giggly squeak that escaped him.
“GYEEhehe! Wh-whahahat?!” Miles wriggled and squirmed in the tentacle’s grip, the lenses on his mask wide and confused. It was almost cute, though Liv shoved that thought as far back in her mind as it would go; weakness wasn’t going to get her that tech.
“What? It’s pretty obvious: give me the bag, or I make this a lot worse for you. I don’t have anywhere to be, sweetie~” Liv teased him as she worked, trying to tug the bag out of his iron-like grip. She could’ve just ripped the bottom and taken the parts…but where’s the fun in that?
“D-dohohon’t cahall me thahahat!” Beneath his mask, Miles’s cheeks warmed with red. She was just trying to kill him a moment ago; why’d she switch to doing that?! He didn’t really want her trying to kill him either, but it was an insane jump!
“Thihis ihis stuhuhuhupid!”
“On the contrary, Spider-Man, I’d say this is quite informative. I get to learn all of your weak points in just a few minutes; I’d hardly call that stupid.”
As if to prove her point, Olivia dragged two of her free claws up the red marking on his suit, stopping right below his underarms. The shrill squeal the action received was utterly adorable.
Ugh, Otto got to me, didn’t he?
“NOHOHohohooo! Lehemme gohoho!” The teen clamped his arms to his sides, still somehow managing to hold on to the duffle. He was starting to wonder if it was even worth it… No, it was; the parts still needed to be returned, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity.
“As soon as you let go of my technology, Spider-Brat.” Okay, enough games; Liv wanted that duffle bag. Forcing his arms above his head, she sent two tentacles to claw at his armpits.
Miles was not proud of the sounds he made after that.
“NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Miles’s mind nearly went blank from the intense sensations shooting through his nervous system. He released his hold on the duffle bag, trying to slam his arms down.
Olivia snatched up the bag, stopping her assault to securely wrap her tentacles around it. Miles was sort-of gently put down, curling into a ball on the alleyway pavement. What the hell…?
“Was that so hard?” She dangled the bag in front of his face, taunting him. Miles tried to get back up, but he was utterly exhausted; the best he could do was shoot a web, which missed Liv by around two feet.
“As much as I’d love to rub this in, I have places to be. Try to stay out of my way, little spider~” With that, she used her tentacles to scale the side of the alleyway, taking off on the rooftops. She had an annoyingly truthful variant to find.
Miles wanted to go after the woman, but he was spent; it would’ve endangered both himself and his team if he tried fighting in that state. Shakily getting to his feet, Miles made his way to the bakery.
Hopefully the others would fare better than he did.
-
Otto almost felt bad for the spider kid he was holding. It had barely been a minute, but the guy was absolutely losing it, snorting and laughing so loudly that Otto wondered if the one he was trying to bait had gone deaf. Where was that punk?
“Stop it! Let him go, tentacle head!” Gwen shouted and squirmed in the metal tentacle’s grasp, trying to get to Pav. He wasn’t injured when he got thrown, but she still didn’t want him to be getting…tortured? She had no idea what the villain was trying to accomplish, but she wasn’t about to watch her friend struggle without a fight.
“Tentacle head? Really?” Otto smiled slightly, turning his focus on Gwen. Pav was still getting his stomach attacked, of course, but the claw on his neck left to go toy with her. “Here I thought you spiders were supposed to be funny.”
Gwen squirmed as she saw the tentacle coming towards her, but didn’t back down. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Pavitr’s stomach was just stupidly ticklish; she could tough it out until either Miles or Hobie arrived to help. Probably…
“N-NOHOHOHOT HEHER! PLEHEHEASE!” Pav did his best to try and save Gwen from his fate, but it really only made the older man chuckle. The kids were ridiculous; it was kind of adorable.
“Sorry kids, but your friend has something I need. Don’t worry; I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
With that, the claw began squeezing at Gwen’s sides, her laughter soon joining Pavitr’s in the alley. Otto severely doubted the punk had gone very far; he just needed the boy to take the bait.
He wasn’t disappointed.
“OI! Drop ‘em, ya big sashimi!” Hobie swung into the mix, the second duffle bag hanging securely off his back. He slammed his boots into the tentacle holding Pav, causing it to drop the tired boy onto the ground. He holds up a shaky thumb before being waved away by Hobie.
“You kids and your octopus jokes.” Otto chuckled, watching his hostage stumble to his feet and swing away. The trust the kids had in each other was sweet, albeit a little optimistic.
“H-HOHOHOBIE! WHEHERE’S MIHILES?” Gwen continued to try and escape the tickly tentacle, but it was a lot harder than it looked; those things were strong. Hobie couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. She’s being held hostage, and Miles is the thing she’s worried about?
“Ge’ your priorities straight, Gwendy!” Coming back around, Hobie fired off a barrage of webs, trying to jam the claws grabbing at him. It’s three against one, though; a claw managed to catch him by the wrist, yanking him up and into the air in front of Otto.
Hobie struggled in the tentacle’s grip as Gwen continued to laugh and kick at the one holding her. Otto knew his objective; he was just gonna goof off a bit before completing it.
“Now, I’m gonna need that duffle bag, kid.” Otto sent one of the tentacles out to try and grab the bag off his shoulders, but Hobie kicked at the biotech the moment it was in range. Fine by him; the hard way was so much more fun.
“Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, kiddo.” With that, he stepped forwards, squeezing the boy’s sides. Hobie tried to punch him, but one of his free tentacles came to hold the teen’s other wrist.
Hobue refused to giggle at first, just kicking his feet and trying to escape. When Otto reached his underarms, however, that dam practically exploded.
“GEHEHE’ OHOHOFFA MEHEHE!” Hobie thrashed about in the claws’ hold, his cheeks quickly heating up. Damn it, why’d he have to be so ticklish?!
“Wow. I mean, I wasn’t expecting my plan to fail, but you kids really are ticklish. It’s kinda adorable.” Otto teased them, willing the claw on Gwen’s sides to take things a little easier; he was mainly focused on Hobie.
“Shuhut uhuhup!” Gwen’s squeaky voice rang out beside him as she struggled. While she was grateful for the slight reprieve, Otto was still a villain. She was gonna escape and haul his strangely non-violent ass back to whatever dimension he came from.
It was at that inconvenient moment that Liv found Otto. I mean, it wasn’t hard; the sound of Hobie’s laughter and Gwen’s squeaks could be heard for at least half a mile.
“Seriously, 96283? Just keep him still.” Rolling her eyes, she went behind the squirmy teen and unbuckled the strap on the bag. It easily slipped off his back, falling straight into Liv’s arms. “Don’t mess around for too long. Those little menaces multiply.”
With that, she left Otto to his devices, getting away with the stolen goods. Hobie groaned, struggling against the claws to try and follow her. That struggle quickly changed focus when one of the wiggling claws moved behind his knees. He snorted, nose scrunching as a red hue burned on his face.
Okay, that was embarrassing. For once, he hoped Miles and Pav disregarded team protocol; they could really use some back-up.
Thankfully, those two could almost never listen.
A chunk of rubble slammed into the tentacle holding Gwen, causing it to reel back and drop her. A flash of red and blue scooped her up before she could hit the concrete.
Before Otto can react, a web ball smacks him in the face. He stumbles, the tentacles holding Hobie dropping him in favor of protecting their master. A black streak catches the tall teen, setting him down a safe distance away.
“T-toohok you lohohong enouhuhugh!” Hobie shouted after the other teen, struggling to recover from his rather silly predicament. Miles just stuck his tongue out at him before whirling on Otto.
Once Gwen was set safely aside to recover, Pavitr got back into the fray. He used his bangles and webs to sling-shot himself at the man, catching him in the chest and knocking him off balance. Miles followed suit, weaving around the tentacles to try and get as many shots in as possible.
Otto groaned, staggering as he tried to at least block the kids’ hits. He didn’t want to fight them, but…well, he did need to get back to his dimension.
“WAIT! Just- surrendering! I surrender!” Otto staggered backwards, holding his hands up defensively. Miles went to lunge again, but Pavitr grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
“Hey, hold on. He’s done.” For safety, the two webbed otto up, restraining his arms–organic and metal–before checking on the others.
Hobie, while winded, was okay; he didn’t seem too happy, though. “Whahat the fuck, Octavious? Seriously? Ticklin’?”
“Would you rather I have fought you by swinging hundred-pound metals at your heads?” Otto just smiled, apparently not that upset that he’d been caught.
“No, but…why?” Gwen walked over as well, still holding her sides; she played it off as crossing her arms. She scanned Otto with her watch, locating his universe; it was the newer, much more humane way they were returning the criminals to their dimensions.
“You’re all children, are you not? I figured it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary.”
All four of them froze at that, sharing one quick “oh shit” look. How did he know? It was literally the first time any of them had seen him; what tipped him off?
“Hey, calm down. I’m ready to go home, not guess at secret identities.” Otto’s tone was strangely paternal, though the group chose to ignore that fact.
“I…whatever. C’mon, guys.” Gwen ushered the villain forward, dissolving the webs right as he stepped through the glowing orange portal.
After a moment of healthy silence to process whatever the hell just happened, Pav broke the silence.
“Well…that was eventful.” He chuckled as Hobie shoved his shoulder, happy to break the tension. Hobie used his watch to make a portal to his universe, tugging the joyful boy in to go watch bad movies and forget about the silly mission.
Miles took a few tentative side-steps towards Gwen, hoping to dissolve some of the awkwardness around her as well.
“Ya know…I don’t need to be home for a good few hours. We could go check out that new record shop in my universe, if you’re up for it…?”
“...alright. Can we get shakes afterwards too?”
“Yeah, no problem. Vinyl and peanut butter fudge await us.”
“Await us?”
“We’re doin’ a Shakespeare analysis, gimme a break!”
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Oliva set down her duffles of parts, satisfied with how the day went. Sure, her variant was captured and relocated, but she got what she needed out of him. With the tech they’d managed to scrounge up, her plans were perfectly viable.
While getting the pieces organized, Liv couldn’t help but think back on the heist. One of her tentacles had a small glitch; she’d need to run a few diagnostics to see what went wrong.
She also thought about the hellions that tried to ruin her plans yet again. The method Otto implemented to subdue them, while ridiculous, had been surprisingly effective. The supposed teens’ laughter had been rather…well, adorable, for a lack of better words.
When he caught her reflection in the screen, she saw a smile, of all things, greeting her. It was a weakness, finding joy in such frivolous matters. Damn that variant and his infectious ideals!
Still, he was right; it was much easier to tickle them instead of fight.
She’d have to try it again in the future…
A small break in tickletober for some silly robots. I’m sorry the transformers hyperfixation has TAKEN ME RAAAAAAAH!!!!!
And umm….
COUGH YOUVE SEEN NOTHING-
what do you pray to?
or alternatively: Oscar sees John for the person he is and John gets to be forgiven