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woe. techno nudity be upon ye

Our Little Prince & The Raccoon

tfw a hallucination of your idealized younger self calls you a fucking loser

Techno getting annoyed with Tommy's rambunctiousness and big talk, so he decides to take him up on his fighting words and start an impromptu sparring session in order to tire Tommy out.

Pros: Success! Tommy is quiet now! Techno can go back to reading.

Cons: Tommy falls asleep in his lap and he can't move.

Pros: Tommy makes for a good arm rest. Perfect height to rest his book, actually.

Cons: Tommy has started snoring and since Techno is cozy, pig instincts have mistaken it for purring and elected to join in.

Cons: The Syndicate has showed up and they are teasing him. BAD. VERY BAD. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA.

Pros: Since they aren't trapped under a sleeping Tommy (impossible to move, trapped forever and ever), he can force his friends to get him stuff. Philza brings tea and Niki grabs some pastries she was making.

Pros: Magnolia tea helps people fall asleep, and now there is a cuddly nap pile.

Cons: Techno doesn't finish his book.

Pros: zzzzzzz

When I kin or lover or comfort a character a lot, my sexuality becomes there sexuality, my traits become their traits, my habits become there habits.

Case in points: C!Techno.

...PLEASE gift us the boon of more possessive philza.....

sure, fam

sorry for the wait, i was on vacations

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

bedrock bros

sweet shock breastfeeding brainrot compelled me to write… a Littol fic. i Will probably write a longer fic about this one day but it’s 7am and i just wrote this on my phone to get the demons out.

warning for sweet shock typical stuff but also titty milk.

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“C’mon, big guy, it’s naptime for you.”

“Nooo, Bee, I’m not sleepy…”

“Uh-huh,” Tubbo replies, scooping Michael up into his arms and carrying him on his hip. “Not sleepy at all. You weren’t yawning and getting distracted from your toys or anything Iike that.”

Michael squirms like a little bug, kicking his feet, but he still allows Tubbo to carry him from the living room to his bedroom without too much fuss. He pouts as he’s dressed for a nap, and then as he’s tucked into bed.

“Stop making that face, honey,” Tubbo says, squishing Michael’s cheeks with his hands. It makes the boy giggle, despite his grumpiness. “Here, I’ll lay with you until you fall asleep. Is that better?”

Michael nods very eagerly at that, and when Tubbo gets under the blankets with him, he’s immediately clinging to him like he’ll disappear otherwise.

Tubbo grins and tucks his face into Michael’s hair, pressing a kiss to his head. He lays on his side and holds his little son to his chest, allowing him to burrow against his chest through his shirt. It makes him wince a little, because his breasts are oddly sore and hot lately, but he knows Michael doesn’t mean anything by it.

They lay all cuddled up for a while, quiet save for Tubbo humming, before Michael peeks up at him, shy as ever.

“Bee, can I nurse, please?” He asks, so very polite, pouting against his bee’s shirt. “Just a little? Makes me sleepy…”

Tubbo chuckles, bringing Michael in close again. “Sure, baby. Go ahead.” He tugs his shirt up above his tits, revealing them.

Michael latches on immediately, sucking hungrily at one nipple. Tubbo cringes slightly— apparently his nipples are very tender, because the suction of Michael’s little mouth is outright painful.

He takes a steadying breath and doesn’t mention it. Michael will nurse for a bit, and then he’ll fall asleep. Tubbo can bear it for a few minutes. The pain kinda feels good, if he’s being honest. Though maybe that’s just his thing for having his nipples sucked on…

Tubbo runs his fingers through Michael’s hair absently as his perfect little boy suckles at his chest, his little hands resting against his breasts and occasionally squishing the soft flesh. He has his eye closed, his dark eyelashes looking so long…

Such a pretty, perfect boy. Tubbo finds himself pressing his thighs together as he lies there and lets his baby nurse.

Really, it isn’t nursing. He isn’t lactating. Hiding that would be difficult.

But sometimes he wishes… he wishes he could. He knows Michael would be ecstatic, so eager to drink his Bee’s sweet milk, filling his cute little tummy with warmth…

Tubbo slips a hand into his shorts and idly rubs his clit through his boxers, a slow, drowsy pleasure. He lets his own eyes drift closed, his mind slowing down and becoming calm as he listens to Michael’s soft breaths and noises as he suckles.

In fact, he’s dozing off to sleep when he feels a sudden, unexplainable warmth inside of his tits, and then—

“Mmh!” Michael makes a noise of surprise and pulls away from Tubbo’s chest, his eye open, and he stares in surprise at where he was just suckling.

Tubbo looks at well, and. Oh.

He’s… leaking. Leaking milk. Thin, white milk, dripping in beads from his nipples, not a lot but definitely not nothing.

Holy shit. He didn’t even realize- he was just thinking of how nice it’d be- is this why his tits have been so sore, the skin feeling hot, almost hard at times?

Michael pokes at his milky nipple, causing Tubbo to flinch, and then that curious little boy leans in to lick up the droplets of milk.

“…tastes good,” he reviews. Tubbo lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s… milk?”

Tubbo nods his head. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, his body swept by a wave of arousal, mixed with a considerable amount of paternal fondness. He’s finally able to feed his baby…

“It is milk, honey,” he confirms, patting Michael’s head. “It’s all for you. The way you suck on Bee’s chest made it happen. Isn’t that nice?”

Michael’s expression goes awestruck and starry, his eye wide and his mouth open. He stares st the leaking milk with fascination.

“I did that,” he mumbles, sounding surprised. “I can… drink it? All for me?”

Tubbo presses his fingers to his aching cock, exhaling raggedly in pleasure. “Yeah, Michael, it’s all yours. Because you’re my baby.”

Michael grins, almost sheepish, and then he’s latching on again, his little mouth wrapped around Tubbo’s right nipple and suckling with the perfect amount of pressure. He’s rewarded with a mouthful of warm milk, and he swallows it greedily.

Tubbo tries to keep from moaning, but it’s really a losing game. It feels so good. It’s like his nipples, already sensitive, have a direct line to his cunt, which aches with pleasure at every suckle his perfect baby boy does…

“Mmh, that’s it, take as much as you need… fuck…” Tubbo groans, tipping his head back on the pillows.

Michael makes the cutest little noise as he suckles harder. A shock of pure pleasure goes right to Tubbo’s cunt and he feels himself gush with wetness.

He grinds against his fingers, driving himself closer and closer to an orgasm. This is one of the hottest things that has ever happened to him.

And this won’t even be the only time… maybe this will become their naptime routine… Michael gets to fall asleep with a belly full of warm milk, and Tubbo gets a great fucking orgasm out of it—

Tubbo whimpers as Michael abandons one nipple just to latch onto the other, clearly intent on sucking both tits dry. He keeps making such adorable noises, little huffs and almost squeaks…

“Ah- fuck, Michael, that’s good, you’re so good to me, baby,” Tubbo babbles, as he starts rubbing his clit almost aggressively through his boxers, it almost hurts, but it’s so-

Michael suckles harder and he’s gone.

Tubbo lets out a barely-muffled squeak as he cums, coating the insides of his boxers in sticky cum. His clit feels rubbed raw in the most fantastic way possible.

He breathes heavily as he comes down, feeling like he just ran a mile. His heart is racing.

Michael is still nursing, latched onto his chest, taking slow, measured swallows of milk. His eye is closed again, and he seems to be falling asleep.

Tubbo gives a breathless giggle and kisses the top of Michael’s head.

Yeah, this is definitely going to become a regular thing.

If you had to live in any fic you've written + regularly interact with sbi (like be their neighbor or smth), which one would you pick? How would you fare?

116 East Normal Street NO CONTEST. I would LOVE to be in a soft Nightvale neighborhood that’s community orientated and easily survivable if you attend HOA meetings on time. It’s purely in the comedy/fluff genre, but still has fun fantasy elements like aliens and noir detectives and krakens. The secret author of the world would honestly fit right in. Techno is a normal overworked college student, so no worries there only commiseration. Philza holds book clubs and is secretly immortal and checking out his collection would be sick as hell. And Tommy is a kid next door magical girl and it would be really funny watching him squirm and badly lie about it. I’d be absolutely vibing, though am enough of an introvert like Techno that at times I’d prefer to avoid the bake sale in favor of a book but alas the teleporting closets have other ideas. Plus I’m a picky eater and probably wouldn’t enjoy potlucks where I have to pick nuts and bolts out of my meals (thanks R4N800!). But overall extremely survival, and moreso, cozy!

Technically it’s a one shot written for the Voices for the Blade charity event. But underneath there’s this core idea of dismantling suburban isolation and building a community. And as someone who’s currently spent the last few months across the country and isolated from their friends and family, the idea is really really appealing. Luckily I’m finally going home tomorrow, but frankly if that home had eldritch monstrosity children to babysit (Michael) and a tendency for sparkly explosions I wouldn’t mind that much either. 10/10 safest and sweetest fic to be isakaied into.