Age:24
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This blog is for me to share things I enjoy.
Be warned some of the things I enjoy include vore
(safe vore especially) and I do post about it.
If it's not for you that's fine but please be respectful.
Likes: Transformers, Batman, video games, reading,
boxing, cartoons, safe vore, vore in general
oh my god i'm so tired psychotic does not mean violent it does not mean angry or erratic. it refers to a person suffering from psychosis, a loss of touch with reality that includes hallucinations and/or delusions. psychotic people are not inherently violent and y'all need to understand how much stigma you create when you again and again incorrectly use the word psychotic without even thinking about it
I need Jim getting protective of the Robins because yes, he gets that the Bat trained them, he's seen them knock out grown men three times their height and weight and hold their own. But he knows Gotham, he knows what sort of creeps are out there and how dangerous things can get. Gordon starts supplying the Robins with cans of mace, alarms and whistles and once unholstered his glock and gave it to Tim because he had to go out on his own once without backup and Tim was like "um ok?". If you don't think Gordon has James Jr and Babs carrying pepper spray or tasers or alarms, then you don't know Gordon. And Gordon isn't about to let the Robins out in Gotham without some extra degree of protection.
Yes. A thousand times yes. Gordon would also double check to make sure that the Robins are alright every time he sees them after a mission; Asking if they're hurt and checking for injuries.
Gordon would probably carry Scooby Doo band-aids and antiseptic wipes on him just in case. He would be knelt on the ground discussing the situation with Batman while applying one to Dick's knee after he tripped dodging Clayface.
Don't you have headcanons and junk for Rico from home on the range?
Rico (Home On The Range) headcanons
Okay, Rico deserves so much more content! He had such an incredible voice and design. But let’s get into this hopefully good bout of headcanons!
* Rico has such a hard time opening up to you and accepting that he is allowed to be open and show people his true feelings. Rico really does want to open up to you, honest! He just… struggles with it! So much of your relationship with Rico was teaching him how to be vulnerable. He thanks you internally every day.
* Rico isn’t the best man or partner. He knows this, he’s dangerous, has connections with worse men, and does work for worse men. Sometimes he will take a mission that haunts him, you can see it in his eyes when he gets back. He dreams of those missions and it makes him kick in scream in his sleep. He’s very hard to calm down on days like that and you should avoid him
* Rico giving loving language is gift gifting and acts of service. He somehow always knows what gifts you have been wanting, what you don’t know is he notes all the little things about you, and he notices when you’re with him. If you look at a shirt for a second too long he will remember. He is also very good at acts of service. He just loves the look on your face when you see that he’s done something so small for you but it makes you so happy. Plus it’s one of the love languages that keeps him in his comfort zone.
* I think Rico loves all forms of love. He wished so long to have someone who loves him truly, so any little bit you give him after breaking his shell is eaten up, he loves being loved after he learns what it’s like. You were cuddling him one night and began petting his hair, that was the day where he discovered his love for head scratches. You can’t escape the monster you created… have fun.
* On a sadder note, if you were to ever break up with him for reasons other than his work or your safety he’d just stop believing in love. How could he be the happiest man in the world and be so in love with you and you just… leave? His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it and he’d relegate himself to one-night stands only.
* Rico wants to build a life with you, maybe get some farmland, and have a kid or two. He doesn’t care just as long as he spends the rest of his life in your arms. The arms that hold him warm during winter, the person who retaught having feelings to him, the person who he loves more than anything. He’s happy as long as he spends his life with you.
* I headcanon Rico just loves dogs, if you have a dog it’s not your best friend anymore it's his. Rico goes on runs all the time with your little fur baby and he loves playing with them. You will find the dog with Rico on the couch all the time napping, cuddling, or playing. It’s adorable.
* If you have a cat for some reason it just loves him. He doesn’t understand it but you think it’s so cute. The cat follows him all around the home. Rico claims he hates the cat, you’d never tell Rico but you’ve caught him cuddling with the kitty and slipping it extra treats all the time.
* All in all, once you break past his hard shell he’s so sweet and cute. He loves so fiercely and he’s so sweet.
(WARNING This story contains vore (implied fatal), stuffing, and hunger. If you don't like that stuff then please don't read)
Fatal vore isn't my usual cup of tea but I wanted to try my hand at it. I didn't go into detail about the process but it is definitely implied.
I got so invested in writing the fight scenes that it was a bit difficult to find a transition point but I think it turned out fine.
This story is a birthday present for one of my best friends btw. I wanted to write it for her involving some of her favorite characters. Happy birthday 🎈🎂🎉 (Sorry it's a bit late and I hope you enjoy it)
The wind howled as the storm raged on. Swords clashed and canons fired as the great swordsman crossed blades with the pretentious pirate captain. Across the battered ship a skilled marksman dodged strike after strike as the bloodthirsty crew tried desperately to land a hit. The marksman readied his slingshot before firing directly at the faces of his assailants. The men cried out in agony as the spice filled ammo burned their eyes and coated their skin. The day had started out so peaceful mere hours ago...
*Flashback*
"Wow just look at that sunrise. Isn't it beautiful?" The lean man asked his companion. The green haired man only stretched in response as he yawned; his broad shoulders flexing in the process. "Yeah sure. Could've used a few more hours of sleep"
"Sleep's great and all but getting up early every once in awhile is worth it to see a sight like this" the long nosed youth responded as he leaned over the railing of the deck. The swordsman glanced to the left as he spied something off in the distance. Facing towards the direction, he sighed as he looked on at the vessel approaching them.
It was a large ruby red ship with 3 tall masts adorned with tattered black flags bearing skulls across the tapestry. Such ships were common across the East Blue. "Looks like you won't get to enjoy the view for long." He muttered as he readied his weapons, placing the handle in his mouth. Gasping in awe at the sight of the vast ship, the younger man shook his head. "Right. I'll go inform the others." He said as he ran towards the sleeping quarters.
*flashback end*
He had successfully awoken all but their foolhardy captain who had fallen into a food coma after devouring half the ship's pantry stock. The lean man glanced to his right as both their chef and navigator worked together to defeat the remaining pirates. He turned towards the brutes who he had been fighting for the majority of the battle, seeing that they had recovered. Smirking he shouted "So I see you guys are ready for more huh? I'll warn you now that this next attack has taken out 100 men in a single shot" he fibbed as he readied his weapon and took aim. The pirates lunged forward with their blades only for the ammunition to impact their bodies and explode on contact. As the smoke cleared, six pirates laid strewn about the deck. The man looked on astonished. "I can't believe that actually worked!...You guys didn't stand a chance for the world's best sniper Captain Usopp!" he exclaimed excitedly as he put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest.
"Hey Usopp if you're done boasting we could really use your help here!" the hot-headed chef shouted as he spin kicked three pirates into a nearby wall. "Oops sorry!" He replied as he readjusted his goggles. The blonde chef sighed as he karate kicked a club wielding ruffian in the gut. "Just try to keep your head in the game, will ya?" He nods, aiming his weapon towards a tight bound rope before firing. The ammo slices through sending a wooden beam sailing before impacting the enemy's first mate in the abdomen, sending him over the rails into the deep waters below.
Back with the swordsman the battle was fierce as metal strikes metal in a full on assault. Neither combatant willing to give in, fully prepared to risk life and limb in order to win. As the swordsman dodged the pirate captain's attacks, he could feel his stomach gnawing and groaning from hunger.
"Hah I can hear your stomach whining all the way over hear." The slim captain of the Storm Brigands sneered as the rain poured down like a raging waterfall overhead. His blond locks drooping as he moved a strand from his eyes. "I thought you lot were supposed to be made of sterner stuff. Guess I was wrong then." The green haired man readjusted his grip as the battle raged on.
"We're a lot tougher than you think fancy pants" he responded through the handle of his sword. "What's that? Maybe I could hear your idiotic mumbling if you didn't have your mouth full" the young man jeered as he swiftly swung his rapier only for it to be knocked from his hands with a well timed strike. He stumbled backwards as the bandana clad swordsman swiped his sheathed blade under his legs before pining him underneath his foot. "Get off me you brute!" He screamed as the swordsman removed the sword from his mouth and leaned towards him smirking. Just then the swordsman's stomach rumbled deep from within, sounding closer to the roar of a tiger as he gripped his abdomen. 'This is what I get for not eating yesterday.' He could still hear Sanji berating him for neglecting to eat in favor of training. As he wondered what to do about it he remembered what the snobbish captain had said and smiled as he figured out exactly how to take care of both his problems.
Removing his boot from the smaller man, he quickly pined the arms of the captain to his sides and lifted him up. "How dare you place your dirty hands on me?! Unhand me!" The captain shouted enraged as Zoro only smirked. "Looks like you won't have to worry about my "idiotic mumblings" where your going" " Hah you can't seriously be planning to hand me over to the Marines. They'll blast you to bits" the captain gloated as he threw his head back. "Oh of course not, 'sides I have a more...filling solution in mind." Zoro said as his stomach roared even louder as lightning crashed overhead. As if it knew what was about to happen.
The man's face paled at the realization. "Y-you can't be serious!? That's illegal on the mainland!" " But this isn't the mainland is it shorty?" He replied before opening his mouth wide and engulfing the man shoulder deep. The man screamed and thrashed as the swordsman took his time savoring his meal. Swallow after swallow he gulped down the captain, taking time to taste every part of his body. Within moments the captain was in up to his waist as he felt his belt being unbuckled as his trousers and shoes were removed. He silently froze as he felt the hard elements pelt his freshly exposed legs. He felt his captor chuckle around him before gravity shifted and strong hands wrapped pined his legs together. A deep swallow followed as the man was gulped up to his ankles.
As the swordsman stared at the heels of his unfinished meal, he felt his prey curling up in his stomach. With a final swallow he sent the last of the former captain to his final resting place. He rubbed his gut and turned to see none other than Usopp staring at him in disbelief. "Wha-. Did you seriously just eat that guy!?" " Yeah we haven't eaten all day. Besides with his attitude I figured he'd make a better meal than a pirate" Zoro replied as he stifled a burp. Usopp was still rather disturbed by the ordeal as he saw his friend's gut move intensely, it's "meal" fruitlessly fighting to escape. "I-is this normal?" He asked as he looked up. "Pretty much." His friend replied as he rubbed his distended gut.
The marksman gripped his gut as his own stomach growled intensely. "Well to each their own I guess but I'd prefer to fill up on Sanji's cooking." "Yeah, I overheard him saying he's making stir fry and grilled fish for dinner as he went to raid their pantry" Zoro replied "I could go for some vegetables right about now" The younger man stared at him in shock. "You're still going to eat after that!? Your stomach's the size of a walrus!" The swordsman laughed. "What can I say. Sanji's cooking is too good to pass up. Besides the last thing I need is him badgering me about having a balanced diet"
"I'm surprised you used his name. Usually you call him Curly Brows or something." "Yeah well don't tell him. Don't want him to think it means anything" he smirked in response as they prepared to reboard their own ship"
*Two hours later*
With their pantry freshly restocked and the storm having settled, the crew got to enjoy quite the feast. Not only had their five star chef prepared grilled fish and stir fry, but also a hearty beef stew, deviled eggs, apple pie, cherry tarts, and lemonade to wash it all down. In fact by the time feast was over, only a few tarts were leftover for their own captain to enjoy once he woke up.
Their navigator had already turned in for the evening as the three men sat around the dining room table in stuffed contentment. "Can't believe I'm saying this but that was the best meal I've had in a while" Zoro sighed as he leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. "It really was amazing! I'm still surprised you are as much as you did considering...well" Usopp replied sheepishly as he looked at his friend's stomach which had stopped moving thirty minutes ago." "It's because he's a pig." Sanji said without hesitation as he took another sip of his lemonade, his own stomach swollen considerably from the food.
"Hmph even when I compliment you, you still choose to insult me" the green haired man said as he relaxed his shoulders. "Well one of us has to keep things normal around here" " Normal? When was this place ever normal?"
Usopp smiled as his two friends began to laugh about that. It was rare to see the two get along but he guessed a day spent fighting on an empty stomach, followed by a feast like this would make anyone less hostile.
(WARNING soft/safe vore. Don't like? Don't read please.) (Warning mentions of digestion and hard vore.) Nothing happens but it's briefly mentioned. (I don't own DC or it's characters. This is for fun) This story wound up being a lot longer than I thought it would.
I was encouraged to actually go through with writing some safe vore stories regarding the DC villains. These are going to be pretty self-indulgent (and a bit personal). I wrote (y/n) as a lady but feel free to change it as you see fit)
All was quiet in the sewers as a young lady paced the floors of the hidden lair of none other than the infamous Killer Croc. She had been waiting for a few hours for him and his boys to return from their latest heist. 'I hope they're alright' she thought as she stopped pacing and slowly looked to the submerged entrance of the lair. 'They're usually back by now. I hope they're not hurt. Did Batman get them?' She shook her head dismissively as she sighed and ran her dainty fingers through her hair. "No no I'm just worrying too much...again."
Some might have wondered why she was there in the first place. After all no one in there right mind would intrude upon Waylon Jones' personal "lily pad". The girl laughed a bit at this and went to sit on the couch. After all is it really intruding if she's paying her beau a visit. Waylon and her had been dating for 8 months now.
(flashback)
It had three months since befriending Croc and his boys. They had protected her from a rather drunken man at a bar who refused to take a simple "no" for an answer. She couldn't believe it at first but it was hard not to seeing his unconscious body slumped against a stool. She fondly remembered Freddy's joke about how "This guy should lay off the booze" and laughed.
"What's so funny cher?" Killer Croc asked looking over his shoulder as he walked through the murky tunnels of the sewer. "Ah nothing much. Just a memory that's all" He nodded as he looked back towards the depths of the tunnel. " We still got a long way before we reach the exit. Best keep moving lest we miss the surprise." He said opening the pale burlap sack to peer at it's contents.
"What is the surprise exactly?" She asked trying to sneak a peek inside. "If I told you that then it wouldn't be a surprise then would it?" He chuckled as he hoisted the sack back over his shoulder and kept walking.
(flashback end)
He had really surprised her that evening. A picnic underneath the stars as comets soared through the sky. She remembered how surprised she was when he had asked her to be his....and how his smile faded as he initially took her reaction for rejection. She wasted no time to clear things up though and explain that she wasn't against the idea at all. She just didn't expect him (or anyone really) to be interested in her. The moment his smile returned she felt a warmth in her chest as she gazed into his eyes and agreed to be his.
She still didn't understand what he saw in her... Sure he was an intimidating convict who robbed banks and probably ate people but he was really smart, cool, clever, strong, and quite the smooth talker. Meanwhile she was well...her. She was always so clumsy and forgetful and her words just never seem to come out right. She'd lost track of all times he had to help her up find something she lost or keep her from falling.
...His deep voice always made her weak in the knees, especially when he'd start teasing her about how if she didn't start being more careful he might just have himself a snack. He'd tease her about how tasty she smelled or how she was"sweet enough to eat" when she had complimented him. A blush crept into her face as she covered her face in her hands. Why was she like this!? If he knew she was into that sort of thing he'd think she was a freak!
...She wasn't always interested in vore. It was just something that brought her comfort and made her feels safe. Her life had been filled with so much stress, anxiety, and trauma. She never had someone to protect and cherish her before so the idea of being safely curled away within someone she cared about seemed so nice. Surrounded by someone who cared about her without having so many high expectations placed on her shoulders. She sighed as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head.
(a few hours later) (Killer Croc's pov)
Killer Croc sighed as he emerged from the murky waters into his lair. The Bat had given him and his boys a rough time during their latest heist. He growled remembering how the caped crusader upper cutted him in the gut. Normally a punch wouldn't bother him so much but that Bat had been a thorn in his scaly hide ever since they first met.
His boys had put up a pretty good fight this time though. Vic and Terrance had gotten better at dodging Batman's moves and even delivered some pretty hard punches before Batman could even block them. Freddy still needed to work on that but it was hilarious seeing him smack Bats in the face with a herring. Boy went flying farther than a bird on a tailwind.
He sighed and rubbed his face. They had been planning this heist for weeks so for Batman to go and mess everything up again when they were almost home free was frustrating. He'd gotten away but his boys weren't so lucky. Batman had the three of them tied up and hanging unconsciously from the gargoyles. Police sirens were sounding off in the distance and Waylon wasn't about to go back to Arkham so he knocked Batman out with his tail and made a break for it. 'I'll have to break my boys out latter' he thought as he looked up.
Sitting there on the couch was his girlfriend fast asleep with her head pressed against her knees. He chuckled as he walked up to the coach. Hard to believe he was dating anyone 'specially a naive little pipsqueak with the grace of a chicken on a dock. Still...he wouldn't deny his fondness for her.
She always did her best cheer him up after a long day and the way her eyes lit up whenever she saw something cute was sweet. His favorite moments after a day like this were to just rest on the coach with his arms wrapped around her as she chatted about whatever show, or game she was interested in at the time. Sometimes she'd even read her books to him as he laid there with his eyes closed. Once she'd ask if he was still listening and he'd joked "I don't need my eyes to hear girl".
His stomach growled suddenly as he realized he hadn't eaten anything all day. "Let's see what we have in the fridge" he said as he sauntered over to view it's contents. Opening the door all that was left was a half a pack of salami, a few slices of cheese and some leftover fried chicken legs from the night before. Waylon didn't feel like heating the chicken up this time so he just grabbed them out of the fridge and placed one into his mouth as he closed the fridge. A few moments later and he was walking back towards the coach, sharpening one of the bones to use as a toothpick. "Not the best meal I've ever had but it's better than nothin'" he said as he sat down.
Next to him his girlfriend slowly awoke from Dreamland. "'Bout time you woke up cher. I was beginning to wonder if dreamland was gonna keep you." He said chuckling as she looked up at him with a sleepy gaze. "When did you get back?" She asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. "10 minutes ago." "Where's Vic, Freddy, and Terrance?" "Batman ruined our heist. The boys are probably on their way to the big house by now. I'll break 'em out later. Right now my muscles are sore after brawling with the Bat for hours." Waylon said rolling his shoulders and tossing the bone to the side. "Um... Do you want me to massage your shoulders?" Y/n asked looking up at him. He smiled softly and said "Sure cher. That'd be nice" as y/n went around the couch and started massaging his shoulders, kneading her fingers in while rubbing his shoulder blades in gentle circles. After a while she began to massage his neck as well as Waylon sighed and closed his eyes.
(timeskip) (y/n's pov)
She was leaning against Waylon's side as he leaned back against the coach with his right arm around her. The massage seemed to have loosened his shoulders up pretty well evidenced by the peaceful smile on his resting face.
She smiled gently at this as she read a safe vore story from one of her favorite creators on her phone. She made sure her phone was on low brightness. Partially so that the light wouldn't disturb her boyfriend's rest, and partially so no one could easily see what she was reading. She blushes deeply as the villain of the story swallows down the helpless victim.
Unbeknownst to her scaly beau was beginning to stir and slowly opened one eyes to see his petit cher on her phone. Based on how close her face was to the screen, it must be a pretty interesting story. "You'll go blind that way cher" he said as he curled his arms around her more.
Startled she quickly clicked the power off on her phone and put it in her lap. Raising an eyebrow at this Croc asked "Why'd you do that for?" "Well um... I guess you just startled me hehe" she said as her cheeks flushed in embarrassed. He smirked as he leaned his arm against the armrest of the couch and rested his head into his palm . "Mind if I asked what you reading?" She turned her head away as her cheeks warmed up significantly. "J-just a story."
"Just a story huh?" He chuckled "Well if it's just a story then why are your cheeks so red?" He then leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her and said in a low whisper "My cher wouldn't be hiding something from me now would she?" Y/n could feel her blush deepen significantly as Waylon laid back with her still in his grasp and nuzzled his snout into her neck. "W-waylon...you're...t-teasing me" she gasped as he licked her cheek. "You know I have to tease you every once and a while. Maybe if you weren't so tempting, it'd be easier to resist" he said as he gently pried her phone from her grasp. "Now let's see what my honey has been reading hm?"
After unlocking the phone and turning up the brightness some, he was surprised at what his girl had been reading so intently. As he read the story from the beginning, she tried to wiggle free from his hold. It proved fruitless so after a few minutes of struggling she just laid there covering her face with hands in embarrassment. Shortly after Waylon finished reading the story.
He wasn't exactly sure what to think in all honesty. He guessed story was sweet in a weird sort of way and it helped explain why she blushes so much when he says she looks tasty as well as why she likes to lay on his stomach after a hearty meal. It was still pretty strange but he couldn't deny his own slight blush at the thought of swallowing his his cher down, keeping her tucked away inside of him. All for him. "Cher?" He asked as he thought everything over.
It took a moment for her to respond. "Yeah?" He paused as contemplated the best way to phase it. "...How would you like to make this story a reality?"
She uncovered her face and looked up at him in shock. "W-what? You don't think the story's...weird?" "Oh it's weird, kinda freaky even but that's not necessarily a bad thing" he responded as she turned her head away. " I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me if you found out...." At this Killer Croc sat up and turned her around to face him. " Now you listen to me y/n. I've spent my whole life on the rougher side of it. I've had people look at me in contempt, try to use me to get what they want, treat me like garbage over something I can't control, and lock me up in a cage like some animal. If you think I'm going to dump you just because you're into something kinky, you've got another thing coming."
Y/n just stared at him in disbelief as her eyes began to water. She was so certain he wouldn't want to be with her anymore, especially after the way her last relationship had ended. After being dumped by the same guy so many times, it was hard to believe that anyone would want to actually be with her, let alone stay with her. She has tried so hard to be the best girlfriend she could for Waylon because she really did love him, but she also tried so hard to be perfect for him because she was scared of being thrown away again. She was scared that no matter how hard she tried that she would never be worth keeping. "You're really not going to break up with me?"She muttered as she tried to make the tears stop flowing.
Waylon sighed as he pulled her into an embrace. "I'm not breaking up with you y/n. You're mine whether you believe it or not." He wasn't the best at soothing others so he just held his girlfriend close and gently rubbed circles into her back. After awhile the crying softened and she asked "What did you mean about...making this story into a reality?" He smiled gently and explained "well I was thinking it might be nice to...try it out. After all I am an infamous villain known for devouring helpless victims. Although my...usual method isn't exactly what you're into." She felt a chill run down her spine as he licked his sharp teeth. "...yeah definitely not"
"I've never tried to swallow my meal alive before and I've certainly never let one out of the tank before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything." He said as he flashed a mischievous grin causing y/n to blush once more as he adjusted his claws to hold her on both sides. "It won't hurt you will it? I don't want you to get choked." She mumbled a bit as she looked down worriedly about how things could potentially go wrong. Waylon gently placed one claw under her chin as he tilted her head to look up at him. "I'll be fine cher. You ain't exactly big after all. Pretty sure Batman's a foot taller than you."
"Still you said you'd never done this before and I don't want to accidentally hurt you." Waylon then cupped her check and said "I said I'll be fine. I won't let either one of us get hurt. I'll keep you inside for a a few hours and then cough you up later. Don't want my girlfriend to become a permanent addition to my body after all" he snickered as she smiled at him fondly.
(Killer Croc's pov)
"So uh are you ready?" "Sure darlin'. Do you wanna go head first?" "Um I was thinking hands first maybe. It'd probably make it easier for you to...yeah." Waylon smiled at just how nervous and flustered his girlfriend was before grabbing her hands and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "Sure honey. I'll be as gentle as I can." before placing both hands into his his wet maw. Y/n squeaked as he began to lick her hands and roll them around in his mouth, making sure not to nick her flesh as he pressed her hands into the sides of his checks. He slowly began sucking on them as he pressed them to the roof of his mouth, enjoying every moment of her flustered expression as he finally took the first swallow. She gasped as her arms slid deeper into the maw of her reptilian boyfriend, feeling as he smirked around them. He then took another powerful swallow, sending her body in elbow deep.
Waylon held her gently as he massaged his claws into her sides. 'This girl is so easy to tease.' He rolled his eyes back as he swallowed her up to her shoulders, eliciting a soft gasp from his treat. 'Man I should have done this sooner. She tastes way better than that cold chicken from earlier.' He slowly opened his eyes to see y/n with a dazed expression, a blush on her face, and a wide serene smile. 'Cute' he thought as he gently guided her head inside.
(Y/n's pov)
'Oh my gosh. He's a-actually doing this.' Y/n thought as his tongue lovingly caressed her face. She could feel her whole body trembling from excitement as Waylon took a deep swallow, concealing her head within his throat. It was tight, almost suffocatingly so, but she was too enamoured to really care. As Killer Croc's esophagus gently pulled her down, she could feel him take another strong swallow as her chest was swallowed into his drooling maw. She couldn't help but gasp sharply as he swallowed once more, causing her breasts to be squeezed into the tight confines.
She could feel as Waylon took his time caressing every inch of her belly with his rough tongue, every nibble and suckling of her flesh. She began to feel flushed as she began to feel heat in her body. As he gently grasped her thighs, she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as he pulled her in deeper.
(Killer Croc's pov)
He hadn't expected that sort of reaction to say the least but he couldn't help but laugh as she apologized beneath layers of flesh. 'Guess she's enjoying it quite a bit' he thought as he swallowed feeling her head enter his stomach. His stomach was already swelling quite a bit and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to feel a bit nauseous from having such a big "meal" fill him up. He took two more deep swallows as he moaned in pleasure feeling her squirm deep within his stomach walls. He had swallowed her up to her knees. No turning back now.
He placed a clawed hand on the swelling of his stomach as he slurped up her calves. He stared thoughtfully at her feet before deciding to have a bit more fun with his girlfriend. A wicked smirk mad his way to his lips as he began to remove her shoes.
(Y/n's pov)
Y/n was confused as to why he stopped before feeling her shoes suddenly be removed as Killer Croc began to do the same with her socks. "H-hey Waylon. Dear y-you're not seriously going to- EEK!" She shrieked as he grabbed hold of her small feet before beginning his tickle torture. "W-Waylon! Waylon stop!!" She cried as she desperately struggled to free herself from his iron grip. She couldn't stop the laughter that poured from her mouth as her giant boyfriend continued to run his claws against the arch of her feet before swallowing them "AHAHAhaha Wa-WAYLON! Please stop!" She screamed in between laughter as her boyfriend then began nibbling on her toes.
Killer Croc's pov
He couldn't help but smirk at how ticklish Y/n was or how easily it had been to make her laugh breathlessly "y-you're being mean!" he heard her cry as he continued tasting her soft skin. 'I'm a villain darlin'. I'm supposed to be mean' he thought as her laughter continued. He could tell she was exhausted though so as much as he'd love to tickle her more, he decided to finish sending her to her to her temporary home. One final swallow later and he leaned back as he licked his teeth and felt the last of his girlfriend enter his stomach. Today started out bad yet he couldn't deny how nice and satisfied he felt holding someone he loved so closely.
As he rubbed his stomach he felt his cher's breathing slow as she curled up within him. He couldn't help the fond smile that found his way to his face; to think someone trusted him this much was astounding. He wasn't about to let anyone take her from him. As he thought deeply to himself he heard her say "I love you Waylon". Looking down he smiled softly and said "Love you too mon petit cheri"
Sparklings don't come with training manuals, and when Hornet turned out a chopper frame, her alt mode puzzled her creators.
Many mistakes were made, but they were doing their best!
I've missed these goobers so much, you have no idea!
Waylon can say missing, because Grundy has a good routine. Grundy made sure to pass through Waylon's part of the sewers at least twice a week. It was something that Waylon had grown used to these pasts months. They had grown to be pseudo roommates and friends.
So when Grundy does stomp in while Waylon's getting ready for a job, hes relieved. Then the relief turned into a cold feeling when he saw what was bundled in Grundy's arms.
"Is that a body?" He asked.
Grundy grunts and walks forward to place the body right in the giant lazy boy they have. Its a kid. A teenager at most. He's wrapped up in Grundy's coat. The only thing visible is his head and boney feet.
He looks like Grundy. Not in the 'related way', but in the 'same being way'.
His skins pale with an off color green. His hair stark white. Hes boney. There's no fat on him at all. His eyes are also half lidded and one of them looks close to popping out.
"Saturday. Mine." Grundy pats the kid on the head. His entire hand the same size of it.
"Hrnnngg?" 'Saturday' groans and it makes Waylon shiver. It does not sound human in the slightest. The eye not trying to escape his head focuses intently on Waylon.
Waylon blinks.
"Waylon. Croc." Grundy tells the kid.
"Wheeerrreee?" The kid grunts and Grundy pats his head again.
"Don't worry about it. Sleep."
Waylon blinks again. Grundy had said 'mine.' Meaning that Grundy had an entire child- teenager- zombie thing-
What.
Then Grundy, with no further explanation turns around and stomps away, towards the exit.
"Where are you going?" He calls after the giant.
"Saturday still growing. Need food."
Saturday makes another grunt at the sound of his name.
if I had a nickel for every time Danny was adopted by a villain/villains in a crossover I'd have at least 2 nickels. Not much but it's weird (yet awesome) to have happened twice.
The other crossover was from a series of Transformers crossovers on YouTube by Raevo Draws.
You have no idea how badly I want to write safe dc vore of my favorite villains.
Like i have read some other people's thoughts regarding characters like Killer Croc, Orca, even the flipping Joker of all characters and I really want to give it a shot. I can't say what I write will be good but I'd like to try and write something nice at least.
not going to lie. I shipped these two so much in middle school. This scene being the main reason why. That and their scene together in The Jungle Book 2. Their dynamic is really interesting and villain x villain ships can be really nice.
It's even more interesting if you add how they along with Bagheera, Baloo, King Louie, and Colonel Hathi were friends as kids in Jungle Cubs
If tfa Optimus, Bumblebee, Prowel, bulkhead and others were sick 🤢 what would thier’s husband’s/ mate’s do for them.
Sorry for the late answer but.. Yeah.
Okay, so the main ship I usually use in my blog are: Megop, Blitzbee, Prowldown (ironically but they're not my main ship), and Bulkhead is single.. Uhhh... Yeah.
Prowldown isn't even my ship, I like Prowljazz more tbh but yeah-
So for a little surprise, I'll be using Prowljazz (surprise, surprise) and Strika/Lugnut pseudo adopting the bulkhead as their son!
And what au i'll be using? Is my Courting au! Cause it's my favorite one.
All right let's get on with it!
MegOp = Optimus is quite proud of himself that he can hide his sickness. In fact, multiple times during his mission- hes actually sick! Sniffing hard behind his battle mask, dizzy optics, wobbly legs- you get the idea. Only Ratchet can tell he's hiding it and even he has trouble figuring out when Optimus got the virus.
But that all changed when one cycle, he woke up very, very sick but Optimus being Optimus, still prevails despite multiple warnings. Then come Megatron, who is currently having a heated debate with Ultra Magnus and Sentinel prime who is hiding behind said Magnus.. When Optimus went in, Megatron immediately stared at Optimus- narrowin his gaze at the prime despite the insults thrown at him- glazed optics, slightly bent knees, muffled voicebox, body swaying every milikliks? Oh yeah, Optimus' sick, and that was before they even talked. He should know, Megatron does the exact same thing, after all- he is the leader of the decepticons and a mere virus isn't supposed to stop him. But this is Optimus we're talking about, Megatron at least can make an excuse to be out of the meeting without any reprimands but Optimus is fully controlled by his duty and apparent responsibility..
So without a word, Megatron stood up and took Optimus who hasn't even sat down under his arm and left the ship- much to Ultra magnus' displeasure and Sentinel's insistence that it's for the best to let the evil warlord just take Optimus away.. Yeah, Ultra Magnus does not like the answer.
The whole cycle and the next is spend with Optimus resting in their base, with Ratchet and Megatron bringing him his every needs even if Optimus said he'll be fine. Megatron especially enjoyed his time with the slightly dazed Optimus, unlike before where they had debates on literatures they found interesting. Optimus practically ranted about everything he watched in the human television, Megatron doesn't even like human tv but he can't lie and say he didn't enjoy the way Optimus would get so caught up over a simple mistake made by the writers.
So Megatron kept returning to the base, he gives Optimus some of his datapads, listen to his opinions about it, reminds optimus about his medications- and if he noticed Optimus dozing off? He'll open the television just to hear him talk about all of the plot holes he can find. But if Optimus finally slept, covered under the blanket Megatron personally gave him, then he'll leave. Ratchet only agreed that he's allowed to come and stay with Optimus only if he's awake, if Optimus recharges then he should leave.
Megatron took one last look at the recharging Prime, chuckling at the content smile the prime has and left the base. Optimus at that point is practically healthy, but Megatron wouldn't mind to care for the prime in the future again.
Heck, he didn't even told anyone that he's currently sick- staying with a virus-stricken mech does that for you. But unlike the Prime, he can hide it far better, though he knows how hypocritical he sounds.
He'd rather be the one to take care of the prime, not the other way around. He had fun the whole week, especially the times where the prime have fallen asleep on him, he wouldn't mind experiencing that again.
Bliztbee = Bumblebee never gets sick! Until today. What he said was true tho, it has been vorns since he got sick and he completely forgot how it feels. Damn, he does not like it.
He does not like sneezing his vocalizer off, he does not like the cooling gel coming out his intake and enstril, he does not like feeling dizzy, and he certainly does not like his frame feeling heavy.
After so many cycles, he finally listened to Ratchet and just stayed inside the base. He was quite content about it, he can play video games on a limited amount of time with Sari, Bulkhead for some reason decided that he needed a bunch of blankets to feel better, sometimes the Jettwins would visit him and they started talking about what they saw on the Earth's orbit, and Prowl even decided to help him find a much more comfortable place for him to rest on. And for once, Blitzwing isn't on his aft every fragging kliks! Yeah, apart from the sleepiness after Ratchet's medication (and the horrible feeling of being sick), he was enjoying himself!
Blitzwing however noticed the disappearance of his bug. Damn it, he should have given him his comm link. What is he talking about? He doesn't mind if the bug is gone, he doesn't own the bug, he's not... Concern.. He didn't even asked the big green bot and the tiny little human sparkling where Bumblebee is when he saw them, cause he's not concern-
Strika: Where is your yellow friend, bulkhead? It is unusual for him to not be with you nor with the human.
Bulkhead: oh he's not feeling well, I heard him cough this morning and he sound like a dying petrorabbit!
... He's.. He's dying?
Sari: uhm.. He's not dying Blitzwing, he's just... Sick.
Oh, he didn't realize he went closer to the three of them..
But no matter, he's not that concern. He made sure his cold self would know that- forcing his own body to stay put in their base and watch as Strika and Lugnut encircled the green bot, asking if he too is feeling unwell. He even made sure to keep his angry side to repeat those words over and over again until it's the only words he can hear.
Bumblebee is stubborn, and if this virus of his somehow managed to force Bumblebee down, then that bug will just find a way to stand up again, albeit a very inconvenient way but yeah-
Bumblebee: Blitzwing!? The frag are you doing here?!
...
Random had flew to their base.
And now Random won't leave the bug's side. Which also means Blitzwing can't leave the base, since the moment he does- then Random will forced his way through their processor and glued himself back on Bumblebee. Once again, it only take one scolding from Ratchet for the decepticon to listen. But even Ratchet would rather not listen to a feral random.
As much Bumblebee doesn't like to be coddled into a burrito, he does.. Well.. Tolerate the decepticon's warmth, and their annoying reminders. Icy would always tell him to the time to take the medicine, Hothead would always put blankets around Bumblebee- sometimes he would stop Hothead and Random from fully covering him. And of course, Random LOVES to cuddle with the bug.
The moment Bumblebee would hear the giggle, he would brace himself for the inevitable hugging session. He can't even leave the con's lap all cycle unless he's gonna take medicine. Sometimes, Bumblebee would forgot that he's currently cuddling with a con and fell asleep while he's still being held- I mean, yeah, it's he best recharge he had but still!
Blitzwing loves cuddling with the bug so much, that Blitzwing ended up sharing the virus as well, and it's all Random's fault by the way. He had to bid Bumblebee farewell for the next cycles since Bumblebee had just got himself cured from the virus and he didn't want to further intrude in the base- and he had definitely missed a lot of missions and works assigned to him during his unannounced vacation.
But to his surprise, Bumblebee came to visit him on their own base. On his right servo, medicines measured exactly to his weight and height, and on his left- a bunch of human-made film. Apparently, Bumblebee just wants to keep things even between them, and since he felt partially guilty for sharing the virus with Blitzwing- he felt bad for just leaving Blitzwing alone after he had accompanied him throughout that whole fiasco without an invitation.. So yeah, that's the reason.
Blitzwing doesn't mind the company, at least Bumblebee didn't break in to their base (unlike a certain persona), and he certainly enjoys watching Bumblebee react to the films.. He could get used to this..
ProwlJazz: they're literally the only one that freaking told the other they're sick, instead of hiding it.
Prowl: I think I may have caught a virus.
Jazz: oh dang, fr?
Prowl knew beforehand he was sick, but didn't told anyone. Jazz noticed he was sick, but waited for Prowl to tell anyone. They both knew the other is aware of this... Predicament, if you can call it that.
They're practically the most decent one in this list.
Unlike the others who stubbornly didn't listen to their body until it was too late. Prowl was already doing his own home remedy and exercises to make sure that the virus wouldn't get worse. Such as less straining movements, putting more vitamins on his energon that even got Ratchet curious, and spending much more time inside than normal. Jazz, of course, noticed all of that and even started bringing him cushions and blankets and even hang out with him.
In fact, it's probably the most peaceful week Prowl has ever since the elite guard came.
Of course, mildly sick or not- there is still a day where your whole body just shuts down, no matter how many precautions you did. And to Prowl's surprise, Jazz only need one word from him over their comm, and suddenly- Jazz is at the base, holding his own energon remedy for when he got sick, he even rented a documentary about human nature for Prowl to watch. Granted, they could have asked Ratchet for medicine, but.. Well, they're quite confident on doing it the ninjabot way.
Plus, Jazz and Prowl spends the rest of their fairly peaceful afternoon watching said documentary, awing and comparing it to the lackluster 'nature' of Cybertron.
It was.. It was definitely one of the best cycles Prowl had experienced, and he's sure Jazz shared the sentiment.
And when Jazz ended up catching his virus? Well.. Prowl ended up breaking Jazz out of the Elite guard's ship since Sentinel nor Magnus doesn't want him to contaminate the others.. I mean, to him it's justified- Jazz is practically locked out on a quarantine area!
Doesn't matter if Prowl will catch his sickness again, they have their own remedy to combat against it, and if it does get worst? Luckily, the best medic is currently present in Earth!
Unlike what Jazz did to prowl where they ended up spending the whole day on the Autobots' base. Prowl took Jazz to a nearby beach, he overheard Jazz saying he wanted to drive over the sands one time- and uhh.. Consider this as a thank you for Jazz sticking with him during his sick days..
Yeah, it was definitely one of the best cycles Jazz had experienced.
Strika/Lugnut & Bulkhead: Bulkhead did not asked to get sick, nor did he asked for two overbearing decepticons.
Bulkhead at least has the decency to immediately go to Ratchet (unlike all of them) and Ratchet per usual, told him to relax and stay indoors. Which means, pausing his plans for the space bridge at the moment. Now him going to Ratcher immediately isn't only because he doesn't want to be scolded by the medic for forcing himself to work.. No, no.. It's because everytime he gets sick.. It always gets worse. Optimus at least can hide it, Bumblebee rarely gets sick, he doesn't even think Prowl caught a virus once, but Bulkhead? He gets sick at least thrice a vorn, and it always ends up with him heating up on his berth.
So yeah, not only was he concerned- but his friends are concerned too, cause one virus-stricken bot can lead to ten virus-stricken bot.
Now do you think he has a calm sick week? After all, he has the perfect schedule given to ratchet, a great buddy system with Sari who always reminds him of his medicine, and a very comfortable berth? Of course not, cause his best friend who happens to be yellow and talkative told a somewhat curious Blitzwing where his big green friend is and-
Bumblebee: Yeah Bulkhead's sick and ratchet told him to get some rest. Good thing too! Don't want a repeat after last time
Blitzwing: last time? Did he caught a severe strain perhaps?
Bumblebee: what? No. It's always a common vorus, that's it.. A common virus.. But everytime he did caught it, it always ends up with him sweating oil in his berth, always felt bad for the big guy-
Lugnut: WHO IS SWEATING OIL?!
Yeah, Lugnut has overheard them.
And no he did not listen to the entirety of it, he specifically heard 'Severe. Virus. Oil. Bad' and immediately flew towards the base. Calling Strika the whole way through.
Bulkhead doesn't know it yet but his part of the base will be destroyed by a very concerned decepticon bruiser.
Bulkhead would have attacked the intruder if it weren't for his nausea so he just ended up screaming.
To his surprise, he ended up getting covered by a huge blanket- practically trapped until he has nothing else to do but to lay down like a ball on his own berth. All the while Lugnut has already set a table to create his own antivirus medicine for Bulkhead to take. Ignore the obvious scheduled energon he has to take (courtesy of Ratchet), he got Lugnut and Strika's special remedy, don't worry- it's sweet despite the very gloopy look of it.
Ratchet would have been able to get Lugnut out with a simple call from the apparent consort of the Decepticon (*ehem* Optimus *ehem*) but then Strika landed on the same hole Lugnut made.. And Ratchet just quits. Especially when the commander unceremoniously wave him away as they apparently have more knowledge on dealing with a horrible case of a common virus.
Bulkhead: uhh- don't I have a say on this-?
Lugnut: Do not talk, little one! You might strain your vocal components!
Bulkhead: Y-you are aware that I'm a fully grown mech.. Right?
Strika: you're three vorns younger than Bumblebee, we're aware, yes.
For the whole cycle, Lugnut kept checking on his temperature, kept feeding him energon even if he's not hungry, and Strika kept giving him more blankets and mattress- Bulkhead's pretty sure he stole it from the other bots. Which ended up becoming right since Optimus and Ratchet barged in during the afternoon, with Megatron in tow who looks very stressed.
Megatron knows he can't argue against Strika, but Optimus doesn't believe him and still dragged him. So they ended up with a compromise.
They just have to move Bulkhead to their base during his entirety of being sick.. Not really a compromise tbh and Megatron lost his promenade privilege with Optimus for two weeks.
Dont worry Dr. Ratchet, Lugnut also experiences this type of sickness! Strika's practically an expert to it! Shut up with your medicine, they have the perfect remedy for Bulkhead, alright? Good thing the ship Strika owns has multiple rooms, that way Bulkhead is comfortable all the way through! What's that? You pedes are sore from laying down all day? Fine, you can walk around the ship but only if Lugnut or Strika is with you just in case you felt dizzy and accidentally passed out at the stairs which ended up causing you to be bedridden for the whole week.. That uhh.. Definitely did not happen on Lugnut.
You see.. They always wanted sparklings. But ever since the war started, there's just not enough resources nor time to carry a spark. So they ignore that desire for the time being, thinking that this war will end soon.. Obviously it did not, so one vorn, they just decided to just try for a sparkling, ignoring all of the warnings everyone practically gave them... But their fear came true, if they had known that Lugnut couldn't carry nor have enough nanites to give, then they wouldn't have given themselves any false hope of a family.
They accepted the destiny long before Megatron got 'assassinated' but it still hurts to think about it. Lugnut had even tried to get Strika to find a different conjunx but that of course, didn't go anywhere as Strika proceeded to continue to love him.
So they ended opting for adoption.
But it's kinda hard to adopt a sparkling when- One, you're in a middle of a war. Two, Decepticon forces are scattered. And three, no news of any sparkling emergence had even popped out on decepticon and neutral camps.
But when they saw Bulkhead? Buddy boo, they don't even care that he's two years past of his final upgrade, that is their unofficial sparkling. He's smart, strong and very much needed a helping hand to becoming a respectable mech.
And you're gonna have to force bulkhead out of their servos.
Special mention:
Ratchet: he's definitely thinking of placing more heavy wielded stuff on their walls if these decepticons kept barging on their base. And yes certainly need more things to throw at his fellow crewmates if they kept letting this decepticons barge on their fragging base.
It's bad enough that Megatron has to stay on the base while Optimus was sick and dazed. But to have that triple changer stay?!? On the living room!?
Not to mention having their walls get blown up two different times!?!
At least Bumblebee stayed on the base! Unlike bulkhead who got practically kidnapped by two warframes and he didn't even came back for three weeks!
And when he thought it couldn't get worst- Prowl just have to break out a Virus-stricken Jazz out from the elite guard's servos! The decepticons are fine to deal with, since they have the word from Megatron to treat all of them with respect- but against the elite guards!?! They might as well put them in cuffs after the stunt Prowl fragging pulled!
Oh primus... These bots are gonna be the end of him..
the Bulkhead one is so flipping sweet! I love it 💕
So sweet of them all take care of each other. It was hilarious imagining the 'cons and (Prowl) breaking and entering just to take care of their sick loved ones. 😆
I don't think the TFP writers understood and took advantage the potential that Giant Truck Man Optimus has. Like. Just imagine:
His horn accidentally going off when he gets jumpscared, or when he's sleeping (kinda like snoring), or when someone says something unexpectedly funny to him
Him slipping and falling somewhere in the base and it causing a level 7 earthquake (don't worry, he's ok)
The kids doing something on the ground that needs his attention so Optimus has to completely lie down so he can properly participate. Everyone else has to walk around or jump over him because he's taking up like half the floor space in the main part of the base at this point. He asks if he should move, but they all insist that he just stay like that
Optimus making that hissing noise that trucks make when he relaxes his body
Steam or whatever coming out of those pipes on his back whenever he does a big exhale or laughs
The kids giving him a car wash when he's in truck form :D
Him having to whisper whenever his face is a certain distance from the kids or any of the other humans because his voice is really loud (the other bots do this too, especially the bigger ones like bulk, but Optimus does it the most)
Idk man I just wish we got more unserious moments with Optimus :')
Oh absolutely!
Cannon in my heart. One of my very few grievances with TFP is they ignore what a dork Optimus is. (Except when he was cramped into Wheeljack's ship. That was great 😆)
Like Optimus is such a softie. He would totally do all of this!
Also the other day I found this video of Optimus purring in his sleep and it's 100% cannon.
Optimus prime becomes a western highway ghost story.
If you’re driving in the dead of night along those long stretches of highway in the western US you might just encounter a lone big rig who will drive along side you for miles. The truckers will blow their horns as they recognize his custom paint and trailer the truck will slow its steady speed to match them. Those truckers with cbs say that there’s someone to talk to in there but he seams sad and lonely. No one ever sees him stop. Some say he’s an angel who will lead rescue workers to crashes at the dead of night. Those unfortunate enough to wander the highways at night tell story’s of the truck that stopped and got them somewhere warm and safe for the night only to wake in the morning with large sums of money in there pockets and a small note apologizing for the low sum. Children and parents smile as he always honks his horn when asked. The people of the western highways know when you see big red you’re always taken care of no matter who you are or where you came from.
