#raaaaaahhhh

FUCK yes I do. Listen there's a lot I could say about Dave, but one thing that is NEVER addressed is how deeply rooted and repressed his mommy issues are. I'm sorry, your mom dies in front of you and you're just... not affected by it??? bullshit!!!!!!! Dave CRAVES a soft gentle touch, a divine feminine aura. Even if you're not a girl, if you just take care of him gently and look at him with a soft fondness he will fold SO fast. and yes having a nice rack (while not necessary) will help with this a lot. and by a nice rack I mean literally just having anything on your chest. flat tits, huge tits, lopsided tits, fake tits, real tits, literally ANYTHING. even if your tits are practically nonexistent he WILL still be trying to grope and suck on them. and he WILL succeed. nothing in this world can stop this boy from drooling over you.

after a particularly long night full of stopping some muggers, making sure the town drunk doesn't fight anyone, and helping some college girls get home safe, he shows up at your place, a little bumped and bruised but not majorly injured. you greet him with this soft, understanding smile and bring him up to your bathroom. It's all clean and soapy and smells like you, and he immediately starts to relax. you help him take off his suit and he tries not to get hard from the feeling of your warm hands getting him out of his suit and exposing his skin to the cool air. you start inspecting him to see how bad he's hurt - because of all his nerve damage he doesn't always notice how bad his injuries are.

you smooth his hair and praise him, listen to him talk about his night patrolling the neighborhood. worry flashes across across your face as you see the scratches all over his face and arms.

"Oh, uh, Mrs. Landsberg's cat got stuck..." He trails off sheepishly while you smile and put disinfectant on his nicks and scrapes.

"Look at you, helping little old ladies and rescuing cats from trees." you coo playfully.

"Well, she got stuck in the attic crawl space, but..." he shrugs with another blush, feeling all proud and sheepish from your praise.

"Close enough."

you press a kiss to his nose.

"now all you need is a job at the daily planet."

I officially hate coloring now. Imma start asking someone to do it for me-

So sorry that this took so long but to make it up to you guys- We finally got the babies! Also, this isn't the end. Just the end of this story. 'Till next time

Also, hint hint: The waves aren't 'officially' married yet so-

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Tell me WHY the fic I was reading got deleted overnight 😭😭😭😭😭 that mf had 108 chapters and was ongoing!!!! Like bro I literally woke up and I was at the end of chapter 50 ye and I press the next chapter button just to get hit with “sorry we couldn’t find the work you were looking for” man LOOK HARDER THEN

WORSE i go check the comments (mind u this shit has 3,256 comments) and the page has the audacity to say “sorry this work doesn’t allow comments” really, REALLY 😤

I THEN GO TO THE AUTHORS PAGE and it only has one work up 😭😭😭😭 and it’s not the one I was reading (MYYY SHAYLLAAA)

Even more horrid is the fact that the fic uploaded overnight cuz I looked at the chapters and it was then 109/? Like plssss don’t fuck with meeeee

I woke up early to read (5 mf am)

Who wants me to make Tickle art of Vox and Velvette? BC i need this to happen

If Viv doesnt do it, THEN I WILL

I often think Velvette always Tickle attacks Vox out of Nowhere lol

Anyways WHO WANTS LEE VOX AND LER VELVETTE?!