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pretty boy with the pretty eyes~🎃
#honestly tho#like he really has the prettiest eyes#and i know how many of you love the medicine square garden mv#but joyriding it fucking peak#this is number one#my all time#this is a hill i will die on#frnkiebby#frnkiebby made a gif???#frank iero#mcr#frnkiero#mcr5#frnkie#mcrmy#my chemical romance#my chem#ilhsm
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Been looking into Super Mario RPG recently... Guess which new guys are my favouties.
#super mario rpg#super mario rpg legend of the seven stars#geno smrpg#mallow smrpg#they are so. fucking cute. that whole game is so cute - it's a total 100% serotonin-filled joyride from start to finish!#i never had a console to play it on but the playthoughs i watched made me grin so much. and who didn't grin?#literally all i heard in all of those three playthroughs were just sounds of joy it's peak fun and whimsy and now i also wish for a sequel#HA. WISH. LMAO#they're wearing different shoes because i am the god of this world
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Part 2 of me finally using the incorrect quotes I have saved.
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Kitty, banging on door: Rogue, open up!
Rogue: It all started when I was a kid…
Kitty: No, I meant—
Kurt: Let her finish.
— — — — —
Kitty: What is toothpaste, if not bone soup?
Rogue: Existence is a prison and being your friend is maximum security.
— — — — —
Amara: What was it like living with the Brotherhood?
Tabitha: Imagine living with completely civilized, responsible, mature people.
Amara: Okay.
Tabitha: Now throw that idea out the window.
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Mystique: You’re standing on thin ice.
Tabitha: I’m standing on the floor.
Mystique: It’s an expression.
Tabitha: It’s a carpet.
— — — — —
Kurt: Where there is smoke, there is a fire. And where there is a fire, there is probably Tabitha.
— — — — —
*during Joyride*
Scott: That was a very successful mission.
Kitty: But we lost Lance back there!
Rogue: Yes, a very successful mission.
— — — — —
Rogue: I have 98 problems.
Kitty: The song is 99 Problems.
Rogue: I try to talk to you about my problems, and you want to talk about a song?
Kitty:
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Kitty: What if I press the break and gas at the same time?
Evan: The car takes a screenshot.
Scott: For the last time, get the fuck out!
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Kurt: What’s it like being tall?
Kurt: Is it nice?
Kurt: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Scott: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table, and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
Kitty: It was one time!
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Pietro: Someone is after me, and I have no idea who.
Lance: Do you have any suspects?
Pietro: No, it could be anyone.
Lance: It couldn’t be anyone; it would have to be someone you’ve upset.
Pietro:
Lance:
Lance: Actually, you’re right — it could be anyone.
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Todd: {swings bat at Kurt, but misses}
Kurt: Strike one.
Todd: That’s not how this works!
Todd: {swings and misses again}
Kurt: Strike two. One more and you’re out.
Todd, under his breath: Fuck.
— — — — —
Kurt: Just be yourself; say something nice!
Rogue: Which one? I can’t do both.
— — — — —
Logan, smugly: When I was your age—
Scott: When I was your height.
Logan:
Logan: Now listen here, you little shit—
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Kitty, Kurt, and Evan: What would you say if we did this thing?
Scott: Do not!! Do not do that!
Kitty, Kurt, and Evan:
Kitty, Kurt, and Evan: What would you say if we did this thing twenty minutes ago?
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Scott: I just felt a burst of energy, and I think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it shuts down completely.
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Kitty: I’d roast you, but Scott says you can’t burn trash.
Kitty: {slow-mo walks out of the room}
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Kurt: When’s the last time you slept?
Scott: Uh…a few days ago, I think.
Kurt: A few—how many?!
Scott: Uh…{starts counting on fingers}…I need more fingers.
Kurt: What you need is sleep!
— — — — —
Kurt: Rogue punched me earlier and gave me a bruise.
Evan: Congrats, you have a sibling.
Kurt: Wow, I feel so inspired and comforted right now.
Evan: You probably had it coming.
Kurt: Okay, yeah, probably.
— — — — —
Kitty: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail.
Lance: No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have used my one phone call to prank call the police.
— — — — —
Rogue: Self-defense tip!
Rogue: Always carry a fork with you.
Rogue: If someone tries attacking you, take it out and shout “LORD THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL” before maniacally running at them.
Rogue: Works every time.
— — — — —
Pietro: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!
Wanda:
Wanda: {slaps him two times instead}
— — — — —
Rogue, wearing Scott’s shades: How do I look?
Scott, eyes closed: I have no idea.
— — — — —
Pietro: Can I sit on your lap?
Lance, glaring: I fucking dare you.
Pietro: Now this, this is where my life peaks, possibly where it ends, HOWEVER—
— — — — —
Reporter: Currently, four teenagers are hanging off of a three-story building! They look like they’re about to fall at any moment!
Logan, sitting at the table with Ororo, eating breakfast: Man, there are reckless idiots out this early?
*the TV shows a shot of Rogue, Scott, Kurt, and Evan hanging from the edge of the building; Jean and Kitty can slightly be seen standing on the street in front of the building, clearly worried; Scott is having Evan and Kurt hold on to his arms, and Rogue is flipping off the camera*
Ororo: {spits out her tea}
Logan, wide-eyed: Oh man…those are our idiots!
#x men#xmen evolution#x men evolution#rogue#kitty pryde#kurt wagner#scott summers#evan daniels#tabitha smith#amara aquilla#logan howlett#lance alvers#pietro maximoff#wanda maximoff#todd tolansky#I love these dumb children dearly#the rogue self-defense one is definitely my favorite#I laugh every time I read it#incorrect xmen quotes
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Thinking of Zephyr in a Professor X style motorized wheelchair so he can get around and interact from time to time and he’s not lonely and bed bound all the time. But he’s also tucked up all cozy with a sweater the girls made him and one of those knot blankets Phantom helped with, he’s also got little house shoes on with fleece lining. He’s peak comfy, and riding in fucking style, and occasionally giving Aurora or kids in the ministry a little joyride because it’s fun.
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Nights at the Circus: Part XXVI
After a tearful (and sexy) reunion with Loki, you arrive at Old Forge and are finally able to put Phase 2 of Operation Firebringer into action. What secrets and stories will you find in the abandoned Hydra shelter? Once you discover the truth, it cannot be unlearned...
SERIES MASTERLIST
Content Warning: smut, oral f!receiving
Word Count: 3k
It was up to you to rent and drive the car that got the four of you northward from Albany and into the mountains (you were the only one with a valid American driver’s license). It was a quiet drive, and at times it was difficult keeping yourself fully alert after such a restless night. Even Loki ended up drifting off to sleep next to you as you navigated the highway, so you could only hum along with the radio to keep yourself occupied. The sky had clouded over, and the gradient favored the ominous darkness as you progressed. Soon, the Mohawk valley gave way to the peaks of the Adirondacks. By noon, just as it started to rain, you pulled down a long, narrow driveway that went off into the trees just outside of the small hamlet of Old Forge, New York.
The campground wasn’t populated (it was off-season for camping), and the lone ranger standing at the front desk of the welcome center looked a little curious as you requested a cabin for two nights, but he didn’t inquire. You drove further up the dirt road until you pulled in by a small, clean, simple cabin tucked between two maples. Inside were two small bedrooms divided by a shared bathroom, a sitting room, a small kitchen, and a porch out front.
You all got in, out of the rain just as it began to pour harder, and settled in a circle around the sitting room to regroup and decide how to proceed.
“I can go into town for food while I look for the base,” Pietro suggested. “It likely won’t be too far from here.”
“Hydra likes to keep themselves close to villages for supplies, but just far enough to not be noticed. It may not be more than a mile in any direction,” Wanda suggested. “But I need to rest, I think.”
After Pietro set off, promising to return around dark, and Wanda closed the door to the smaller bedroom behind her, you found some tea bags and coffee filters tucked in a small welcome basket on the kitchenette counter. You heated a kettle and made tea for Loki.
“So, what happened?” you asked, taking Loki’s hand in yours.
“They’ve hired more people to guard the Tower at night, and one saw Wanda’s signal,” he explained. “The new men triggered every alarm they could lay a finger on in a panic. That was when they began to shoot--”
“--they fucking did what?!”
“Neither of us were hit. They didn’t have time to hit us, because that was when Thor came in,” he continued. “He acted as if he were responding to the alarm himself, and so he was able to distract attention while we jumped from a window.”
“You jumped from a window? Goddamnit it, you fool,” you whispered, amazed. “I’d better be the spawn of God after everything you’ve done for me.”
Loki chuckled and squeezed your hand. “I would have done it for you no matter what happens tomorrow.”
You blushed. “Are you sure I’m not just an excuse for you to go for a magic-laden joyride?”
He smiled. “That is merely an added bonus, my pet.”
You sighed and looked out the window, where sheets of rain were now pounding against the glass. “I wonder what it is.”
“What is?”
“The reason. For this, for me, for all of it,” you mumbled, sparking a small orange flame onto your thumb and manipulating it slowly around your fingers until it was sitting and flickering in your palm. “Something’s happening to me,” you added, suddenly recalling the moment in the stairwell the night before, where you’d started falling away into smoke until you stopped yourself.
Loki sat up straight, a look of concern in his eyes. “How do you mean?”
“I…I don’t know. I think I’m starting to break down,” you said. “I can’t do it now, but last night, I started fading away or something. Maybe it was just stress, but my hand started dissolving into smoke. Loki, do you know what that could mean?” you asked. He shook his head regretfully, and his face drained of color.
“Your gift isn’t seidr,” he answered. “If this is related to Hydra, or whatever venom they injected into Rogers, I am afraid I have no knowledge of it.”
You shook your head. “No, this isn’t like Steve at all. I can feel it, its different! I’m…I’m afraid, Loki!”
Your emotions rushed into your head like a breaking dam’s water, forcing all of your fears to the surface in an instant. You buried your face in Loki’s shoulder, letting tears loose. You could feel a large, strong hand petting your hair, when you realized you were sparking again, and he was trying to pat out the embers before they ignited and singed the sofa.
“Love, don’t cry now,” he pleaded, his voice barely audible. “You aren’t fading away. You’re merely reacting to stress. Even my magic slips from my grasp when something else has a stronger hold in my mind. It’s natural for even the most powerful of people.”
I would just rather not find out the hard way what happens if all of me turns to smoke, you thought.
You felt Loki caress your cheek, and you drew your gaze to match his. “I was so afraid you were caught,” you muttered. “I wouldn’t have gone on without you.”
Loki shook his head. “I would have wanted you to go on.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have!” you got to your feet, taking your empty mug over to the sink, turning on the faucet only to discover the water ran rusty. “Oh, gross.”
Loki quickly followed you over, and without missing a beat, tapped on the faucet three times, and in the time it took for you to register the sink glowing green for a moment, the water ran as clear as a flowing mountain stream.
“Thank you,” you quickly mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around your abdomen from behind, the scent of him wafting across your nose, and you felt calmer just breathing him in. “You are safe, Y/N, as long as you’re tucked here between my arms.”
You giggled. “And where was THIS Loki when I first arrived?”
“Ha, and who wants to know this?”
You rolled your eyes, smirking playfully and feigning a struggle against his grip. “He could’ve given a few tips to the Loki who kept skulking about my gym and throwing half-insults at me, you know.”
“Ah, but was it not Mischief that wooed you in the first place, darling?” Loki replied, his grasp on your body only tightening. “The dental surgeon’s chair in the middle of the infirmary…the alley behind the theater…the thrill of my touch reaching you in the most inappropriate of places while Rogers looked on with burning jealousy…would you trade all of that for a vicar’s saintly courtship?”
You turned around in his arms, pursing your lips in mock scolding. “Well, when you put it that way…”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you yanked him down to your height with enthusiasm, smashing your lips against his before coaxing one of his hands to your breast. Loki moaned into your mouth as you took your free hand and firmly held onto his growing erection, which his leather pants were doing absolutely nothing to hide.
Loki tore his face away from yours, his eyes suddenly ravenous with need for you. His eyes flickered their Jotun red as his sexually potent Ice Giant form responded to your signal. As his skin fell to blue to match, you couldn’t help but swoon a little.
“Would you trade having THIS inside you every night, for a lifetime of the missionary position in Roger’s trundle bed?”
“Never in a hundred lifetimes,” you whispered, trying to reach up for a kiss from his indigo lips. He was too tall, so instead he swept you up into his arms again, this time lifting you right off the floor, making you squeal.
“Shh!” he bade. “Wanda sleeps! You wouldn’t want to disturb her rest, would you?”
“You, who could soundproof a room with the snap of a finger, saying it’s on me to stay quiet?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe if you didn’t push my buttons so---oooh!”
Loki’s masterful hand found your breast again, and he was already playing with your perky nipple, the icy-cold of his skin making both of them hard to the touch. You greedily latched your mouth onto his, refusing to let go this time. He carried you into the larger of the two bedrooms, using a hint of magic to close and lock the door behind him before throwing you down on the bed.
“Take me,” you asked, breathlessly.
He stood over you, towering. “Tell me, princess, how worried were you for me? When I fell behind?”
You sighed and laid your head against the headboard of the king-sized bed. “I was so afraid I’d never get to have you again, Master. That I’d miss feeling your cock stretching me apart…” You began spreading your legs, but Loki had yet to get onto the bed.
“I know your desperate cunt never stops dripping for me, my darling.” He finally sat beside you, running exploratory hands up and down your body, up under the hem of your shirt. “Would you like to know how I felt? When I was in the Tower, thinking I’d been discovered? What it was that I wanted in that moment, when I hovered between life and death?”
You responded by beginning to remove your shirt, but Loki’s hand stopped you. “Not that. It was your eyes. All I could see were your eyes.”
You felt hot lightning shoot up your back as he looked at you, sincerity painted all over his face. “To never see your eyes gazing lustily at me again, hungry for me…or when they widen with surprise when I do this--”
He dove between your legs with no warning, inserting his face between your legs and putting his lips over your clit, where he began sucking gently. Your gasp was loud enough to wake the dead, but of course, it didn’t matter. Loki’s masterful mouth work was turning your lower half into jelly, weak and willing for more.
When he emerged from between your thighs after what seemed like several minutes, he was grinning madly. “I apologize for rushing to the chorus, but I’m absolutely craving you, princess.” As he tapped your collarbone gently, your clothes melted away into a tuft of green mist. “And now, Norns, how I’m besotted with your body!”
Loki took control of you, fast and hard, nudging your legs even further apart. Before he could climb on top of you, you noticed he;d stopped, and was just staring at your exposed twat.
“Loki?” you asked meekly. “What is it?”
“Look,” he said, pointing at your legs.
You hadn’t noticed that you were doing a nearly-full split for the first time ever. “You’ve finally done it. I knew I could train you well enough,” he sneered with pleasure. “You’ve become so flexible! So open to me…”
“Oh, huh,” you said nonchalantly. “Neat.” You rocked yourself up onto your knees before grabbing Loki’s torso and pulling your hips up to grind on his bulge, greedily. You were already soaked, but you needed more.
“I want to impale myself on you,” you moaned. “Let me ride you until you’re dizzy! Please let me.”
Loki’s ice-cold breath tickled your nose. “I cannot deny you, not now, not after we nearly lost each other.”
He laid back on the bed and let you maneuver yourself over his hips until you were completely straddling him. His dick was fully erect, pointing so far up it was peeking away from you, so you took it into your hands, giving three soft squeezes with your palm, before positioning your cunt over the tip of it. Instead of sitting, however, you took a moment to fiddle with Loki’s cock, letting the tip trace your lips for a moment until you felt an icy bead of precum fall from his tip.
“Now, who’s open?” you teased. “Do you want it?”
Loki grunted loudly, animalistic. “Uuuuhhh Nooooorns yessss….” his hips bucked violently against you as you taunted his dick. “Firebird…”
“Say it again,” you moaned, still only barely putting the tip of Loki’s cock at your opening. “My name.”
“My Firebird, my Princess of Embers…” he sighed, his orgasm building even without being inside. “You’re going to be so powerful--”
Princess of Embers…makes me sound like a fairy queen…I love it.
You finally sat down on Loki’s cock, coaxing the loudest, lowest groan you’d ever heard your love express. As you slowly inserted him inside you, you felt yourself expand in order to fully accommodate the massive member. Your own slow vocalizations of pleasure harmonized with his as you started rocking your hips in rhythm, a tempo Loki matched with thrusts of his own.
Your slick walls squeezed him and sent his senses shooting through the roof. Time and the world stopped around you as all of your focus went to your mount.
“Look down, look at yourself,” Loki requested. “I want you to see what you look like as you fuck me senseless…such a sexy view…”
Obeying you looked down at your grinding genitals, and as Loki promised, it looked incredible, adding to your heightened sensation and making your spine shiver. Reaching down, you began touching your button as you felt the final orgasm begin to well up at the top of your core.
“Keep playing with yourself…” Loki begged. You took your free hand to a breast, fiddling with the nipple in your hand until you threw your head back, hitting your edge, moaning in desperation as it took it’s time to explode inside you. You hollered louder than you thought you would, but now, you didn’t care if anyone heard.
Loki cried out, the sound of your pleasure being drawn out of you bringing him to his shared fall, causing several more pounds and thrusts as your slickened walls milked his cock dry. You rode out your orgasms as one, and eventually you collapsed over his chest as his skin ran back to a pallid beige.
“Well,” you sighed as you nuzzled your head under Loki’s sharp, graceful jaw, while he began running long, nimble fingers through your hair, “If nothing else happens tomorrow, at least I got to bone you in a cabin in the woods. That was worth the trip by itself!”
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Pietro returned hours later, a grocery bag in tow, reporting that the base was underground, which meant it was most likely that the front entrance held traps and alarms. He explained that Hydra always built escape hatches for emergencies into their underground laboratories, and sure enough, he’d found a small passageway built into the side of a rock pile nearly two miles north of the town.
You spent the night recuperating (among other things, thanks in no small part to Loki’s soundproofing magic), and the four of you headed out at dawn, after attempting to eat breakfast (none of you seemed hungry…aside from Pietro who couldn’t help it due to his metabolism).
Pietro led everyone through the woods for nearly two hours before indicating a large pile of moss-covered rocks that, natural though they were, felt out of place. A small but conspicuous graffiti symbol was spray painted n the pile.
“Hydra,” Wanda said. “This is it.”
You shook you head. “Dumbasses.”
Loki sipped his hand into yours. “What?”
“That’s not a hydra at all, that’s a kraken,” you identified the symbol. “Idiots couldn’t even get their mythological monsters right.”
Loki chuckled. “Only you would point that out now.”
You threw up your hands. “Well, it’s truth!”
Wanda pursed her lips. “This back way won’t be trapped, but if anyone feels like something is wrong, everybody needs to be prepared to stop moving immediately. I will go in first.”
“And I,” Loki added, before you grabbed his shirt collar. “I’m going ahead with you.”
“No, you aren’t,” you snapped. “Not after the other night. You stay with me.”
He looked at you with a smile. “Yes, Mummy.”
You frowned. “Now isn’t the time for that!”
“Very well, Mrs. Kraken,” he replied. You could help but smile as he brushed a gentle finger down your hot cheek. “Be calm, and try to relax. This will be a good thing.”
Wanda stepped forward to the small door, no bigger than the one to a wine cellar, and began tweaking the lock with her magic. It didn’t take but a few moments before the lock popped, and the door was easily opened.
You looked down the steps as Wanda and Pietro began moving inside. “Are you sure you want to? That’s, um, really dark down there.” Your nerves were shaking, and it was evident in your voice.
“Then perhaps we need a torch?” asked Wanda from inside.
You turned to Loki and let out a nervous giggle. “Oh, right.”
You ignited your hair, keeping the light as low as you could, and you and Loki stepped through the door and began descending into the dank, mildew-scented abandoned base. You light was enough to see by, and you found yourselves following the Maximoffs down a long, cold corridor until you seemed to reach a large atrium, littered with broken machinery and papers.
“If this base is the same as Sokovia,” Pietro said, “Then the files and journals will be under here, on the level below.”
“Why would they make all bases lay out in the same way?” asked Loki. “That is rather uncreative.”
“Hydra can be creative in a laboratory, but they are not so much in other matters,” Pietro explained.
Following his lead, the footsteps the four of you made were the only sound, magnifying the sounds of each shuffle and step ten times louder to your ear than they were.
After Wanda and Pietro shoved a few bookcases that had toppled over off to the side of a large double-door, you found yourselves in a library, destroyed and in disarray, littered with yet more papers, folders, books, and boxes. The room was easily four times the size of your apartment back in New York…and there were even ladders leading up to walkways with even more possible-leads tossed about.
You looked to the others, who were all looking back at you with optimistic anticipation as you shrugged. “Well, if we don't start now, we’ll never find anything…”
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Do you have some Chrissy/Billy HC? how do they know each other?what is their first impression? first kiss? 😘
- They met in high school! Billy was on the basketball team after all. He’s gonna notice the cheerleaders eventually, if to at least catalogue which one is most likely to get flustered by his flirting but be too prudish to go home with him. After his debut he’s less inclined to fuck around. He’s a romantic guy at heart beneath it all and meaningless sex gets boring. He also doesn’t have enough energy to pursue anyone with the shit going on his life, so he doesn’t. Just flirts and teases so people still think he’s a hot shot.
- Chrissy isn’t cheer captain yet, and not dating Jason either. So when Billy approaches her and goes on about how amazing her routine was, of course she gets shy and flustered over it. Billy is attractive, very much so, though she’d never date him. Her mother would throw a fit, dating a boy like Billy, even if he was popular, he was a slacker in school, drove a loud car with loud music, and lived on the poorer end of town.
- Billy thinks she’s actually kind of cute when he talks to her. Assumes she’ll be a ditz or a secret bitch, but she’s just…sweet. Genuinely. It’s kind of a shocker. She compliments his game too, but admits he’s a little rough on the court. That he shouldn’t play for dirty. Billy just laugh.
- Neither mean to start orbiting each other. But their gaze finds the other and it’s hard to look away from the sweetest cheerleader around or the King of Hawkins.
- Chrissy picks up his eraser in art class, smiles coyly and giggles when Billy smirks at her, taking it back with a wink and moves his stool closer to take a peak at her work.
- it keeps happening. Chrissy will bump into him in the corridor, Billy will return the spare scrunchie that fell off her wrist, they’ll see each other around town and give a little wave, Billy with a tongue between his teeth and a grin and Chrissy ducking her head with giddy laughter and walking away with her squealing friends.
- Eventually, Billy can’t stop thinking about her and decides to take the leap. Slips her note in class like their middle schoolers and hides a grin beneath his palm at her gasp. Chrissy looks at him with wide eyes, cheeks pink and he nods to it, awaiting her answer. She practically scrambles for a pen, and right before she ticks the YES box, she pauses. Because Billy is still not boyfriend material to her mother even if he makes Chrissy’s heart race like one should.
- In a strike of rebellion, Chrissy ticks YES anyway and passes it back, kicking her feet with butterflies in her stomach. Billy makes a show of unfolding it and gasping like she had and she laughs so loud they get caught by the teacher. Which is how everyone finds out how romantic but lame Billy really is and that he’s now dating Chrissy - the new Queen of Hawkins.
- Chrissy still gets shy, gets flustered easily, but that doesn’t stop Billy from being in her space constantly. Holding her hand, arm around her, holding her as they lean against the lockers and talk in low whispers and soft giggles.
- Billy takes her for a joyride in the Camaro, and expects to scare her with his loud music and speeding, but she’s laughing after she screams in surprise at the sudden acceleration, holding her seatbelt and giggling from the adrenaline. She prefers Madonna and Cyndi Lauper and Elvis, only because her father plays him constantly in the house, but after her wide eyed surprise at the crude lyrics and the vibrations that ran through the car, he finds heavy metal isn’t that bad. She likes her pink and blue sweaters, her white tennis skirts and sneakers, but she can still headbang with her boyfriend when they’re out.
- Their first kiss is at Skull Rock. Billy didn’t actually plan on doing anything if she didn’t want to, he was just teasing (even if it had been a three weeks and they still hadn’t kissed, though Chrissy loved pecking his cheek before running off to practice). But he got her up on that rock and she practically threw herself at him, misplaced and eager. He laughs, poor timing, but it was cute and she was so obviously inexperienced. Turns out she had one boyfriend before in middle school but they only lasted a month and pecked or pressed their lips, closed mouth, for an awkwardly long time.
- Billy has fun teaching his girl how to make out, the cheerleader perched in his lap and hands in his curls. Chrissy doesn’t really wear lipgloss, but it makes her giggle when she notices that Billy does. “Now we can just share!” She insists when he gets huffy at the attention drawn to it. It puts him at ease at least.
- Chrissy’s a good girl. Everyone knows it. She’s shy and sweet and always offering a helping hand. But Billy makes her think very bad things and he doesn’t even have to do much. He’s just unfairly attractive and attentive, and the combo makes any woman a mess.
- making out against lockers is a bad habit and they get caught more than once, which always leaves Chrissy as red as a tomato.
- When Chrissy’s mother finds out, she throws a fit and demands she dump him and date someone more respectable, but Chrissy puts her foot down and ends up running out after the argument. She’ll be back when she’s cooled off, but for now she’s mad and upset and needed out of the house. Thankfully Billy was driving around after a row with his own dad and picks her up off the side of the road before someone else does.
- they park at the quarry and talk a long while, and Billy admits his dads an asshole but not that he’s abusive, and Chrissy admits her mom is the same, constantly berates her and picks at her weight. Chrissy has a good cry as Billy holds her and they fall asleep in his backseat. Billy wakes up with a painful ache in his neck, but it’s worth it to wake up to his loose-haired angel against his chest, who’s not a morning person surprisingly.
- They do that more than once. Talking and falling asleep in the Camaro. To the point where Billy packs a pillow and blankets in the trunk so his girl doesn’t freeze as it gets colder.
- Chrissy asks about the bruises when Neil wallops him a dark one on his eye and Billy admits softly that it was his old man. But that’s his tough, he can handle him, that he rarely punches him, just smacks him around sometimes. That’s all.
- “You don’t deserve that, Billy…” Chrissy’s crying on his behalf and it takes everything in him not to cry too at the gentle touches to his face, avoiding the bruise. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Your dad’s a massive asshole.” He laughs because she rarely swears and it sounds so wrong when she does. “You’re his kid. You deserve so much better.”
- Billy’s the one to cry into her chest that night, and she doesn’t complain about how heavy he is because it’s kind of comforting to know he’s close and safe with her.
- it takes them a while to sleep together surprisingly. Billy’s all for it, but Chrissy is concerned over her body. If he’ll find her attractive, if he’ll think she’s a pig too. Also, she’s expected to wait til marriage, and it would be really bad if she didn’t, right? Though, she already masturbates more than she should, which is not at all, so if she’s going to hell, it’s a little too late, right? Plus…she can see Billy and her lasting. There’s no point in waiting if Billy ends up being her husbands one day anyway, right?
- Billy has fun disproving her mothers words and finding loopholes for a while. Slips his head under her skirt after they drive out to the quarry to distract her from the most recent comment from her mother at dinner and whatever bullshit his dad spat that evening.
- Billy’s very attracted to Chrissy, but it’s not so much her weight or body shape. He likes her blond hair and pretty eyes and pink lips, likes her giggles and gasps, the way her hand feels in his hair when he eats her out, how her chest heaves after she orgasm, nipples red and shiny from his mouth.
- Chrissy is the one to push learning how to reciprocate, and Billy almost blows his load instantly when she reaches over the console to unbuckle his belt while he’s driving. He has to pull over as not to crash and focus on showing her how to suck dick properly without choking or teeth.
- When Billy gets his job as a lifeguard, Chrissy can’t hold back anymore. Maybe it’s the older women constantly flirting with him, or the tan coming back, or how good he looks in just trunks and a whistle, but she needs him carnally. Now.
- Chrissy creates an impromptu date after one of his shifts, still smelling of sunscreen and chlorine, dressed in dry red trunks and a crop top. Takes him to the quarry and lays the blankets out all nicely like they’re going to gaze at the stars like they sometimes do, and climbs into his lap the moment he lays down.
- Billy’s happy to have her there, but it is a bit of a shock when she pulls back from a dizzying kiss to shyly ask if he wants to “go all the way” like she hadn’t pounced him. And he does. He’s wanted to fuck her for months but waited because she wasn’t ready, and that was fine. He’s a big boy.
- He acts like a birthday boy when she strips down to her under garments, lacy pink bra and strawberry underwear that makes him drool. He’d eat her out if she wasn’t so inclined to getting his pants off. She gets a tad anxious under his gaze, but he lays on the compliments thick.
- “you’re gorgeous” and “fuck, flexible, huh?” and “I love your hair out” and “come kiss me, princess, I miss your lips.” He wants her to know he loves her, her body too, but mostly her.
- it’s what leaves his lips when he cums, a breathless “god, I love you” that makes Chrissy’s heart leap and her ears burn as she buries her face in his shoulder and repeats it back, truly meaning it.
- Billy definitely fears Chrissy leaving him after that. He was mildly concerned before, but now that he’s said those three words, oh he’s terrified. Punches Jason right in the face when he catches him trying to hit up his girlfriend.
- it makes him maybe a…tad irrational. Jealous and mood foul when he thinks she’s pulling away. Chrissy is scared she’s done something wrong until Billy mumbles one night, maybe a bit drunk, that he wants them to be together forever. That she’s made him happy for the first time in a decade.
- Chrissy reassured him a lot after that. That she loves him, implies that they could go to the same college, or he could work near hers if he didn’t want to go. They get get a place together, away from Neil and her mother.
- it’s exactly what they do after they graduate. They stow away in the middle of the night with Chrissy’s college acceptance to UCLA and the plans of just paying off the loan themselves. Billy will find work and they can live together in California, he can show her his childhood town.
- it’s a little tougher than that, a little stressful, but they’re away from their abusers, Chrissy and Billy can recover, and they’re doing it surrounded in each other’s love.
- Billy proposes to her the moment they move into their new place. Gives her his mothers pendant instead of a ring because it means more than any ring could. “I’ll get a real one when we get married.”
- Chrissy cries but it’s happy tears, and Billy swears then and there that he’d cherish his wife unlike his father, treat her right, and any children they had would never have a hand laid on them or their confidence shredded before they could even build one.
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Has Taylor 2.0 seen Harry drive? That's why they be cycling everywhere 😂
love how holivia started with that fuck ass joyride in the middle of peak pandemic and then haylor 2.0 is just cycling everywhere
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his domination ~ the joker;dceu
word count: 1660
request?: yes!
“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”
description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend
pairing: joker x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence
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it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it
There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.
There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.
“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.
You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.
When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.
The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.
You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.
Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.
It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.
You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.
“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.
Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.
You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.
“Ask me nicely then, baby.”
“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”
You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”
“Pretty please, my queen?”
You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.
Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.
“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”
You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.
“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”
He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”
“Ask me nicely then.”
“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”
You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.
You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.
You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.
“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.
“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”
“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”
You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.
You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.
You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.
“What the fuck do you want?”
You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.
“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”
You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”
Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”
You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”
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🖤Michael on HIS FIRST DATE🔪:
Firstoff our beloved Stabby Boi doesn’t know the Fuck he’s doing…
Mikey is trying his best GODDAMMIT (And when he wants something he WILL GET IT!)
How did he ask you? He wrote you a ✨BEAUTIFUL✨ note in red crayon 🖍
The note said to meet him in the park at 3AM (He doesn’t wanna get CAUGHT.)
Meeting a known murderer at 3AM in an empty park( LOOK THIS TIME’S DIFFERENT—)
As you approach you hear loud squeaking “What the—”
Michael is ✨SPINNING✨ on the merry-go-round…
Smiling at the sight, you approach Michael
Michael slowly looks up from his ✨FUN✨ and pats the seat next to him
The two of you spin until you nearly FLY OFF
Stabby Boi FLEW
Y/n ran over to check on him (Michael is laying FACE DOWN)
“MICHAEL are you—” he shakily rises up and gives a shaky thumbs up.
Deciding to take a break from your ✨JOYRIDE✨ you decide on the swings
Your were shocked to see Michael THE SHAPE of HADDONFIELD swinging like a six year old
The two of you talk and talk (You talking and Michael nodding along—trust me, he listens VERY well!)
Eventually the sun peaks from the horizon and you decide to head home
Michael walks you back home
You turn to say goodbye and he presses a piece of paper on your chest, opening it it reads:
Want to do this again? (Red crayons are ELITE)
You nod before giving him a hug goodbye (Stabby Boi is SHORT CIRCUITING)
Michael watches y/n go back into their house and walks down the quiet street watching the sun rise
Michael weirdly feels…happy? This was a different happy—NOT like the joy he got from killing…he felt warm?
Maybe Michael wasn’t as bad as we or even he thought?
Who would’ve thought Michael Myers—THE SHAPE of HADDONFIELD had fallen in love♥️🔪💕
Michael had found his new obsession…y/n.
#creative writing#lgbtq writer#writers supporting writers#writingblr#slasher writing#slasher icons#slasher headcanons#slasher love#dbd michael myers#michael my beloved#michael audrey myers#michael myers x reader#slashers x reader#horror icons#horror#haddonfield#halloween candy#stabby#slashers#john carpenter#the shape#halloween imagine#halloween 1978#halloween kills#i love him#my love#nonbinary#readers of tumblr#january 2022
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F*ck Me
James “Bucky” Barnes/ Female Reader
Summary: Bucky loses a bet and has to wear a maid dress. Neither of you expected you to be so into Bucky wearing it.
Includes: Bucky in a maid costume, Knife kink, ripping of clothes, Bondage, unprotected sex, brief mention of Bucky being turned on by glasses, Beefy!Bucky, use of vibrator (sharing of it too), manhandling, overstimulation (Possible dub-con because of it), dirty talk, unprotected sex, size kink, choking (with the metal arm)
Words: 4,103
A/N: Happy New Year! I finally actually finished a WIP. Bucky does wear a maid dress, so if you know me in real life, no you don’t. I just wrote a crack fic. Didn’t I? Title Credit to Vernon Jane. Tagging my friends @babybluestan @gagmebucky @heresyoursnackdumbass
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It started off with a bet. Who could beat Thor at armwrestling? Cocky egos and bored minds don’t mix well. Quill and Steve both lost. Most men that weren’t gifted with super strength didn’t need that question answered. Bucky decided to join in on the camaraderie. Besides, if Steve lectures Bucky team bonding one more time, he’s gonna lose it.
Everything was fine until Tony couldn’t stop talking. Out on a personal vendetta ever since you and Bucky took Stark’s Audi out for joyride and put the most miniscule dent on the hood, Tony suggested more than money. If Bucky lost, he’d have to follow Thor around in a maid’s costume at the next compound party with the team and vice versa. Thor and Bucky were already sitting across from each other at the table when Tony announced it. It was too late to back out now. With Clint cheering on the statement and Steve starting to mother hen, Bucky said fuck it. Thor even let him use his bionic fucking metal arm. How bad could it be?
Bucky was wrong. Bucky was so very wrong. Never make a bet about strength with a God. The gears and plates of his arm buzzed from the tension underneath the sound of the men choosing their sides and cheering them on. Even though Bucky put up a good fight, he lost and probably needs to kiss Tony’s ass to make sure the processors are still functioning. Thor has a good grip.
The package arrived at your doorstep Thursday, just in time for the party on Friday. You were the one to place it on the kitchen table. You were sympathetic to Bucky’s predicament after a good laugh. The offending package sat there for the next twenty-four hours, Bucky avoiding it like the plague. It’s not that Bucky hates it per say, it’s just a clothing item for fuck’s sake. He just hates the fact he’ll never hear the end of it.
He expresses the same fact exactly to you as he tears open the package in the bathroom. He tries on the maid dress while you wait patiently for him on the bed. Bucky manages to zip himself and stare at himself in the mirror. Bucky sighs at the sight. For a genius, Stark is really bad at guessing sizes. Bucky is practically busting at the seams. “Damnit.”
“Aww. C’mon out, Bucky. I’m sure it’s not-” You try to assuage Bucky as your eyes never leave the latest gossip magazine of the Avengers. At the sound of the bathroom door creaking open, you look up. Momentarily stunned, you forget your words. Magazine long forgotten. “Oh- oh my god.”
“I know. This feels indecent.” Bucky crosses his arms underneath his chest and your mouth waters.
“No, Bucky, not in that way.” You didn’t expect Bucky to look this good in frilly black and white. The bands of the poofy sleeves strain against his bulging biceps. The bust also straining against his pecs. The dress is so short the bottom of Bucky’s black boxers peak out. Not to mention, Bucky has his emotional support knife strapped to his thigh. You wish you could be surprised you’d fuck him like this, but then again, he is Bucky Barnes. “It’s not that bad.” You slur your words a bit, still focused on the band stressed around Bucky’s biceps. You lick your lips and suck the bottom one in between your teeth.
“Wait, is this actually working for you?” Bucky ducks down so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. No point in beating around the bush. Act coy and you might never get to see him like this again.
“Would you judge me if I said yes?”
“A little bit. Yeah.” You shrug. It’s not like the nerd hasn’t asked you to wear glasses while you give him head. Different strokes for different folks.
“Would you wear it in bed?”
Bucky lets out a surprised laugh and shakes his head. “Keep looking at me like you wanna eat me alive and I’ll wear anything for you.” He strides over to you, pulls your hair so you look up at him, and kisses you with blazing passion. This is fine. You’re more than happy to give Bucky a few minutes of happiness before he spends the whole night brooding. Bucky barely separates from you. “We can skip the party and I’ll wear it in bed for you right now?” His lips brush against yours as you stare at him with heavy lidded eyes.
“Stark will probably conduct a man hunt and it’s probably best no one see what I have in store for you.”
“Please, do share your plans.”
“I was thinking we could bring out the nylon ropes. I tie you to the headboard and have my way with you.” Even with his hair half up in bun, pieces of his hair fell out. You tuck a brown piece of his hair behind his ear as he swallows thickly and groans.
“Are you sure we have to go?” You nod as a grin slowly spreads across your face. “Give me ten minutes before we go to my personal hell.” Bucky walks back into the bathroom, trying to fix the growing bulge in his boxers.
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The party is going surprisingly well, Bucky being less broody than usual. Turns out when you’re girlfriend promises to ride you into the mattress, your mood lightens. Bucky’s smirk has been laced with secrecy all night. It probably doesn’t help that you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off him, flashing him fuck me eyes everytime he caught you. By the fifth time Bucky caught your eye, Tony had enough.
“Oh my god, you guys look like your two seconds away from fucking eachother in front of us.” Tony complains.
Bucky shrugs in all his maid dress glory. “I wouldn’t mind.” Bucky looks to you for confirmation.
“Uh, hey, no. This isn’t fun anymore. It’s getting weird. You lost your party privilege. Leave before I order both of you a psych eval on Monday.” Tony pretends like Pepper hasn’t told you things three margaritas in. Fine, he can act all pure and mighty all he wants. You’re forced with the knowledge Tony is a good submissive for Pepper.
“Thank God.” Bucky is ushering you to the elevators before you can say something witty back to Stark. Once in the elevator, Bucky incessantly presses the door closing button.
“Pressing the button ten times doesn’t make the elevator work faster.” The elevator hates you and starts closing as you speak.
“You were saying?” Bucky backs you up against the elevator and ducks down to kiss you which eventually turns into making out. He lifts you up by the back of your thighs as he deepens the kiss. He moves his kisses down to your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin in between kisses. Pressed in between the wall and Bucky, you’re forced to feel all of him, rutting his quickly hardening bulge into you. You’re like 99% sure Bucky is ready to fuck you in the elevator. Security cameras be damned. It wouldn’t be the wildest place you had sex and you’re about ready to help drop your pants until you remember your plans. You rake your hands through his hair, grab a nice hindfull, and pull, taking his lips off your skin.
“Bucky.” You whine with a pout of your lips. His eyes track the movement of your spit-shined lips, too entranced to look you in the eyes just yet. “You agreed to let me tie you up and I’m holding you to it.” The elevator dings with the arrival of your floor.
Bucky smashes his lips against yours for a quick kiss. After he separates, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I spoil you.” It’s his only response before he’s carrying you to the bedroom.
Managing to make-out with you and kick the bedroom door open, Bucky sits down on the edge of the bed. Your legs are forced to spread wider to accommodate his thick thighs, the knife strapped to him digging into your inner own.
“You’re wearing too much clothes.” Bucky tugs on your shirt.
“Maybe you should help me with that.” Before you can finish your sentence, Bucky is pulling your shirt up. You finish pulling it over your head, flinging it onto the bedroom floor, as Bucky works on unfastening your jeans. Bucky pauses his task at the sight of bare skin. He groans deep within his chest. So maybe you wore Bucky’s favorite lingerie set, navy blue and semi opaque. You’re even wearing slutty panties to match. You were hoping to get railed tonight even before the maid dress was introduced into your life.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous.” His hands travel to your breasts kneading them through the flimsy material. Goosebumps break out underneath Bucky’s calloused touch. His stubble scratches as he kisses the swell of each breast before gently dragging his hands back down to your pants. You duck down to kiss him as he snakes his hand into the back of your pants, squeezing handfuls of ass. “Well, are you ready to be in charge, baby?”
“Please.” You push Bucky on his back and hop off his lap. You slide a chest out from underneath the bed and get out a couple objects of interest including the nylon rope. Bucky moves to the center of the bed as you take off your pants. You crawl onto the bed and Bucky. He meets you halfway for a kiss, his hand on the back of your head.
“Did ya wear all this just to torment me? Knowing I won’t be able to touch you is driving me crazy.”
“I will admit I didn’t wear this with bondage in mind. You ripping my underwear off with your teeth is more of what I was thinking, but I’m flexible.”
Bucky’s chest rumbled. “I’m aware.” With darkening eyes, Bucky lets you maneuver his arms up to the bedpost and tie him to it. Of course, it helps he has a perfect view of your cleavage dangling just a few inches from his face. Once you’re done tying him up, you kiss his cheek.
“Remember your colors, baby boy?” You ask him in between kisses on his neck, nipping at the skin. It’s a line Bucky has used on you so many times and now it’s your turn to use. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“Yeah.”
“What’s your color? These too tight?” You tug on the binds wrapped around.
“So fucking green. They’re not too tight. Although, I’d be a lot better if you were on my cock right now.” You suck a hickey into his neck.
“It’s cute you think you’re still calling the shots.” You grind down onto him, your eyes fluttering at the feel of the sweet friction, but Bucky doesn’t need to know that. You blow on the hickey and Bucky shudders underneath you. You sit up to admire your handiwork. His eyes are lust-filled. A hint of a rosy flush decorates his cheeks and chest. Bucky’s arms flex at your incessant grinding.
“Please, wanna be in you.” He ruts his hips up, adding more friction. You bump into the handle of his knife, reminding you it’s there. You reach behind you and unsheathe the knife. Bucky’s knife glints as you take note of it.
“Tell me, Bucky. Are you invested in your outfit?”
“Oh my god, please. Destroy it.” He stares up at you with such awestruck devotion. You lift up the skirt and cut through the torso of the dress. Bucky lets out an whorish moan even for him. His chest and abs out on open display and your mouth waters. As much as you loved seeing Bucky in the maid dress, this is fun too. You slowly drag the tip of the knife gently down his abdomen, muscles flexing under the cool touch of metal.The sounds of a rip makes you pause. You check and sure enough Bucky’s bulging metal bicep has ripped through the band of the dress.
“Holy shit, I love you.” You smash your lips onto his for a messy kiss. Bucky is more than eager to slip his tongue into your mouth. You pull away when you need to breath and work on Bucky’s sleeve. The previous rip already making the cheap material easy to shred. You make the rip reach the slice you made and use the knife for the other sleeve. You put it back in it’s sheathe. Bucky maneuvers to the best of his ability so you can pull the maid dress out from underneath him. You pull his boxers down. His red and leaking cock hit his stomach. You grab the vibrator off the edge of the bed and turn it on it’s lowest setting. You drag the vibrator up and down the underside of his cock. He shouts out, muscles tensing at the stimulation. Just as quickly as you were touching him, you’ve stopped. You move the vibrator off him as you grin, bringing the vibrator to your clit through your slutty panties. You lose yourself in the vibrations before Bucky speaks out gruffly.
“Watch it, sweetheart. Whatever you do to me, I can do to you.” Your response is to turn up the setting on the vibrator and moan out. “Oh, c’mon, don’t you want my dick?” He rocks his hips up. “You can act like a tease all you want, but we both know you love leaking with my cum. You just love being filled to the brim as I fuck you through both of our orgasms.” You whimper out his name. “Yeah, honey, you were made to take this cock. Do such good job of it too. C’mon, please. Jus’ wanna feel you cum around me. That stupid piece of plastic can’t make you cum as hard as I can.” You thought you were slut for Bucky Barnes and that was before you heard his gravely begging underneath you. A whole new wave of want rushes through your veins and your shutting off the vibrator. Your hand pumps his dick a few times, leaking so much you don’t even need lube to touch him.
“Fuck!” Bucky repeatedly chants as you finally grab the base of him and slide him into your entrance, panties pushed to the side. Bucky is gargantuan. He always is at the first slide. Your walls need a few seconds to accommodate him. During the time, Bucky’s muscles tense as he pants. He can’t do anything, but feel you. No outlet for the pent up energy he’s been harboring. He is literally so pretty, you can feel a heartbeat in your lower muscles. You grind on his dick, testing your limits. He groans. “Baby, I’m gonna you to-.” Bucky’s encouragement is cut off with a deep groan as you lift yourself off Bucky’s cock, tip just outside your entrance, and falling back on it. Bucky can’t stop his curses and groans as you do it again and again, eventually setting a nice pace for yourself. You ride Bucky’s dick in earnest. Closer than you realized with the previous vibrator and his dirty talk, you move in a way that feels good for you. Bucky’s pleasure an afterthought. With a hand pressed against his pectoral, you rock against him. You close your eyes and bite your lip, bringing your other hand to rub your clit.
“Oh my god, are you gonna cum already? How’s my cock feel, sweetheart? Such a cockslut, you’re already close. Look at me.” Bucky rocks his hips up as you drop down, causing you to gasp out his name. “Look. At. Me.” You open your eyes to glare down at him. You hands slides up to wrap around his thick neck. You can feel his racing pulse underneath your fingertips.
“I swear if you ruin this for me, I’ll-”
“You’ll what? What will you do?” Bucky waits for a response. You can’t, too tongue tied as your peak gets closer and closer. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good cockslut and cum on my cock.” You double down on your efforts until you’re cumming. Pleasure rolls up your spine. You’re movement falters as you get lost in your orgasm. Before you know it, you’re on your back, you’re supposed tied up boyfriend on top of you. Bucky picks up your slack, fucking you at a brutal pace through your orgasm.
“Wait, Bucky. How?” You brain tries to catch up as he gathers your wrists in his metal hand and pins them to the bed above your head.
“You need to get better at tying, baby. Didn’t even have to break the restraints. They fell apart halfway through.”
“Fuck.” The word you use is long and drawn out, arching your hips to meet Bucky’s thrusts. Having a supersoldier underneath you to use at your indiscretion was fun, but there truly is something about letting Bucky take the reins, rippling muscles of caged energy pressed against you. Bucky’s thrusts slow as his free hand searches for something on the bed. With a victorious grin, Bucky is turning on the vibrator at a higher setting than you previously had it. He slides it between your bodies to rest on your clit. The flimsy lace of your stretched out panties does nothing to barricade the pleasure.
“You’ll cum for me, again. Right?” You curse his name, trying to buck away from the vibrator. The vibrations are too much for your sensitive clit. Bucky is persistent, keeping the vibrator pressed against your clit.
“Fuck, Bucky. Please. Please. Please.” It’s your turn to repeat words, not exactly sure what your begging for. You just know the pleasure is almost too much. With the combination of Bucky’s girthy cock and the vibrator, it’s not long before you’re coming. Your muscles shake as your orgasm hits you. You moan until your voice runs hoarse. He keeps the vibrator on your clit until your orgasm is done.
“Love it when you cum. Wish I could be in this pussy all day.” Bucky lets go of your wrist and cups your cheek tenderly. He ducks down for a filthy kiss, tongue included. Your muscles feel weighted, but you manage to match Bucky’s enthusiasm in his kiss. Before you can register it, your brain a little fuzzy from the two orgasms, you’re facing the sheets on your stomach. His cocks slips out during the commotion. Bucky lifts your upper half to lean against him so you’re on your knees, using his own knees to spread them. You head rolls down.
You share the same qualities as a rag doll right now, joints weak and ears still ringing from your orgasm. Not that it’s stopping Bucky. Facing down, you get to witness Bucky’s angry, leaking, and glistening with your cum erection extending practically past your belly button as he ruts against your sex. Electric shocks are sent to your nervous system everytime Bucky manages to make contact with your clit. Your only thought is you want him to destroy you with his dick as he wraps his metal arm around your neck, head now resting against his clavicle.
“Remember your colors, baby girl? What’s your color?” Bucky’s voice is in a low, hushed tone. His lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. You eyes flutter shut, hands moving to hold on to his forearm wrapped around your neck.
“Green.” Even with your hazy mind and heavy tongue, you manage to answer Bucky. He presses a quick, stubbly kiss to your temple before turning his attention to your underwear.
“These are unnecessary.” He grabs ahold the triangle of lacey material of your underwear and pulls. It doesn’t take much of Bucky’s strength for the strings of your underwear to snap. He throws the offending clothing over his shoulder. He flips his bowie knife out of the sheath strapped to his thigh. Bucky fucked the knife out of your memory. Goosebumps erupt onto your skin as he gently traces the knife’s tip up your stomach to slip underneath the band of your bra. “I’ll buy you a new set.” He says before slicing through the band of your bra with a flick of his wrist. You gasp out and Bucky slices through the straps too. He flips his knife into the sheath and throws your bra away from you.
“Want your cock, Bucky. Please.”
“How could I say no to such pretty begging? I can’t let the cockslut be hungry for too long, now. Can I?” You can feel Bucky reaching his hand down over your abdomen and then the next thing you know, you’re being filled to the brim with cock. Okay, fuck what you said about the first slide. You’re pretty sure you could cum again at this slide. With your fucked out brain, there is so much of Bucky. Bucky sliding his cock in slow sure doesn’t help either. Bucky groans right next to your ear. It’s almost a sensory overload. You haven’t even registered you’re moaning yourself. Bucky finally- finally bottoms out, giving you time to catch your shuddering breath. “You still with me?”
You manage to rasp out an affirmative.
“Good girl.” And then Bucky is pulling out and thrusting in. You manage to get out a curse at the friction before Bucky truly starts to thrust into you. His pace picks up quickly. His powerful thighs slam into your slick ones as he rumbles deep within his chest. You can feel it throughout your whole torso. “Addicted to this pussy. Love how you feel around me.” Bucky moves his right hand to rub your abused clit. You grab ahold of his wrist. Bucky’s too stong to move his hand off your clit. You’re forced to feel the all the pleasure he gives you.
“Aww, c’mon. You can cum for me one more time.” Bucky tucks his nose behind your ear and kisses underneath it. He changes the angle of his rubs and your thighs start to shake. “There you go, sweetheart. Just one more.” Bucky’s metal bicep bulges making it a little harder to breathe as he thrusts faster. The two previous orgasms make you sensitive. In just a few meager minutes, you can feel the rise of your orgasm. This orgasm hits you harder than the previous two. The pleasure takes you over in waves. Your thighs shake as Bucky fucks you through it. He moans louder than you sounding like he enjoys you’re orgasm almost as much as you. He finally notices your fingers digging into his skin and stops rubbing your clit.
“God, baby. I’m so close. Gonna let me use you?”
You nodd.
“Say it.”
“Use me. Wanna feel you cum in me.” You rasp out with an even heavier mind. Bucky lets out a whorish moan as his thrusts get even more energetic. It shouldn’t be possible, but then you wouldn’t be dating a super soldier. Within just a few more thrusts, you can feel Bucky flood your insides. He groans as he slows down to prolong his orgasm. Bucky was hot before, but he’s even hotter as he coming. The only thing you dislike about this position is not being able to see Bucky’s abs contract as he cums. You can still feel his abs jump against you lower back. Bucky’s thrusts eventually die down until he’s just bottomed out in you. He takes a minute to catch his breath before he uncurls his arm off your throat, keeping his right hand on your hip to steady you.
“How are you feeling?” He asks as he gently slips out and sets you on the bed.
“Tired.”
“I know and you can rest in a bit, but we gotta get cleaned up first.” You groan at that. “C’mon, baby. I’ll grab the washcloth.” The smile in Bucky’s voice is prominent as he gets out of bed. You can hear him rummaging around in the attached bathroom as you rest your eyes. You fall asleep before Bucky can bring out the warm wet washcloth. He still wipes you down while you’re half asleep before joining you back in bed.
Bucky will be there in the morning to massage out your sore muscles because Bucky is a good boyfriend. And if you happen to order the same maids dress the next day only to leave it in the exact same spot the previous package was in, Bucky doesn’t bring it up. He just adds it to the back of his closet when you’re not looking.
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exploratory birthday
-Gang Orca xf!reader-
Headcanons and a smut drabble for Kugo’s birthday! And look how his little nose wiggles like a bunny’s! It’s so cute!
As with most things in a relationship, celebrating his birthday with a partner is new to him. Kugo’s celebrated it before, but there’s a different feel when you’re with your friends, relaxing and laughing with one another. And when you’re beside your partner, it’s intimate, softly praising their life, cherishing their mere presence.
He isn’t completely opposed to a birthday party. Keep it small with his closest friends and he’ll enjoy it. If they’re too many people and too many things going on, he’ll get a little overwhelmed.
To really amaze him, book a hotel room someplace far away for an entire week. Kugo works enough that he’s able to get decent chunks of time off. Use it to your advantage and spend that time together, cuddling, caressing, and kissing in a bed overlooking the sun setting into the ocean, drinking wine, and listening to gentle music.
For a nice afternoon together, lounging on the beach is the best option. The water may be too cold for a swim, but Kugo still appreciates the sounds and smells. And he might go swimming despite the freezing water. His body can tolerate it. Don’t worry, he won’t drag you in.
Museums, zoos, and aquariums are also a good option. He enjoys learning, especially if it’s about something you’re interested in. Love rocks and gems? Take him through the geology exhibit at a museum and explain everything. He’ll listen to every single word with a huge, loving smile.
He doesn’t know how to properly answer the question: ‘What do you want?’ He’ll stare and say something like socks, unable to think of anything else. He doesn’t need nor expect you to get him anything. He has plenty of money to buy whatever he wants.
But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get him a present. Because you should. He deserves plenty of them.
Clothing is simple and always a good go-to for anyone. Though Kugo does require more specific clothing than those without mutation quirks. There are a few stores he frequents. Contact them and order a new suit, sweatpants, or just a nice T-shirt. His clothes get ruined quickly, so he’s always in need of more.
Firming your voice and pumping yourself up, you slid the sweater off your shoulders and spoke, “You have another present.”
Kugo answered from the couch as he tidied up, “From whom? I thought I opened them all.”
“Me. I was waiting until we were alone. It’s kinda for the both of us. I hope you like it.” You lingered in the doorway for him to turn.
When he finally did, his eyes opened wide.
“You said you liked lingerie. I figured your birthday was a good time to buy some.” He stared. It agitated shame through your body. “Did I not get a good set?” He just stared, not moving, not speaking. You recovered your body with the sweater. “Sorry if it’s wrong or not what you wanted. I thought- I wanted to try something-”
“You’re remarkable.” The pillow fell from his hands. He walked closer and gently pinched the sweater. “May I move this?’
You nodded. It dropped, allowing him to see and fondle your stomach. Palms shaped around to your sides. Your skin pinched between his fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”
Your feet left the floor, turning your reply into a yip. He carried you to the bed, sat you on the edge, spread your legs, and helped himself to you as he pleased. A wet, thick tongue swept over your panties. Hands felt up the thigh-high socks.
He hummed against you, “Very soft.” His tongue slid under the material, taking a taste. “You’re so soft, everywhere.”
You moaned the further his tongue wormed in, freely twisting and writhing inside. But it left all too quickly. He asked, “What’s this now?”
“It’s your other surprise. I saw it at the shop and wanted to try it.”
Kugo glided your underwear down your legs, sucking in once he saw the pink jeweled heart. Nails clicked against it. Each one ever so slightly fluttered the plug in your ass. He spread your cheeks to see the complete view. “It looks perfect. It suits you beautifully. What?” He questioned your smile.
“Nothing, honey. You’re just cute.” You petted his forehead. The neverending compliments got repetitive, but his curiosity and service were beyond adorable.
“May I?” He grabbed the heart.
“It’s for you.”
To start his experiment, he twisted it, watching the jewel intently. The plug fluctuated up and down. Next, he gently pulled it, spreading you around its widest part. Right as it was about to pop out, it pushed back in. He purred handsomely, “You really bought this for me?”
Nodding and moaning, your legs opened more to let him play. It sunk as deep as it could go, twisted, and pulled, and sank again. Then it withdrew entirely, suddenly. You whined at the stretch and pop.
His warm tongue lapped over you in apology. The tingle made you squirm and giggle. “What?”
“No one's ever licked me there. It’s weird. It tickles a little.”
“I should have done this sooner. You taste wonderful,” he groaned gutturally. His tongue returned, waving around, tenderly loosening the muscles, releasing them enough to nudge inside.
Your hips jerked. The foreign feeling gradually died. Your body accustomed to the wet intrusion, quite enjoying it, hungry for more. “Kugo, it’s-” A thumb massaging your clit induced a cry, “Deeper.”
Two fingers widened your cheeks. It gave him room to push flush against you, rubbing his nose, delving his tongue as far as it could go, dripping saliva, stretching greedily. The thumb pressed and rolled hard, unlike his usual caring motions.
The slick stroking pushed up, curving your back with an intense moan and tightening muscles. You gripped the sheets through the fall, humping his face, thanking him repeatedly.
When you slumped, his tongue slowly retreated. It left you oddly hollow. You opened your eyes to his naked body and very eager erection. His gaze locked in between your legs.
But he was big. It couldn’t fit comfortably in your ass. You mumbled, “Kugo, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Relax, my love. I wasn’t going to. I’m not ready for that either. I’m afraid I’d hurt you.” He rubbed your thighs, kneeling and licking back down to your ass. His tongue only gave a few brushes before the butt plug touched you. It slicked over his spit, tapped your entrance, then playfully poked in, smoothly twirling as it stretched you again.
Once it nestled inside, you reached for his arms and told him, “Lay down.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. It is your birthday after all.” He lounged and you straddled him, immediately kissing along his forehead. His skin cooled your lips the lower you grazed. His tongue was out, waiting to sweep into your mouth. The soaked weight drew a long moan from your throat.
You sat up and went to unhook your bra. But he stopped you. “Don’t. Keep it on.”
“You like it that much?”
“It’s beautiful on you.” His hands stroked over your breasts and the bra’s soft material. Reconnecting the kiss, you positioned him. Hands shot to your ass when you lowered. His words jumbled with his tongue in your mouth, “You’re tighter.”
“So you feel it?”
He hummed, holding your body tight as you swayed your hips, testing the new sensations. Between him and the butt plug, you felt as full as ever. He seemed to enjoy it too because his hands never left your chest. His eyes never left your breasts. His mouth never stopped its praise.
You didn’t get to grind for long though. Kugo lifted your thighs for you to bounce. With hands leaning on his chest, you did, moaning every time his head kissed your front wall, sweeping along it tediously. Arousal leaked onto his skin. It sleeked and stuck to yours.
You didn't get to do that for long either. He stilled your hips. “Wait. I want to try something.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Turn around.” You lifted off of him and turned, bracing yourself on his thighs. He lined himself up and, supporting your back, instructed, “Lower onto me.” You did, slowly, hesitantly, feeling him stretch you differently in the different position.
When you seated fully, he asked, “Are you all set?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
Hands smoothed up your sides, carefully pulling you back to lay on his chest. You gasped as the change flattened him firmly against your front wall. The pressure was angelic. He guided your hand to your lower stomach, then your pubic mound. The area swelled with him within.
You sighed his name. Kugo didn’t move at your whining. Nor at your digging nails. Nor at your lame attempts to hump on him. Fingers just pawed all over your stomach, kneading, clutching, sneaking under your bra to pinch your nipples. A heavy tongue washed over your neck and shoulder, sparking sensitivity, lust, need.
“Kugo, move,” you weakly fussed.
Hands drifted bottomward, gripped, lifted you till only his head remained inside, then released, letting you plunge all the way, completely stuffing himself in you. Your moan mixed into a yelp.
He froze. Concern threaded his voice, “Was that too much?”
“No, I- No, Do it again,” you panted, hooking his arm.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I- Again.” He listened and dropped you just as intensely. “More, please… Please…”
He did it over and over, hitting hard and deep and so fucking wonderfully. Your eyes rolled back. Your spine curved higher each gorging fall. Yet his hands kept you close, leading your joyride.
“Fuck me- fuck- more.”
He thrust up, meeting you in the middle, rooting himself deeper, richer, nearly too much, but the pinch of pain only added height to your peak. Lewd sounds gushed out. The sheer luxury and gluttony in you didn’t care. It just felt fucking amazing.
His flattery continued through his slapping and sticking. Your words caught in your throat. You could only grip and moan in his control, waiting for the final fall.
And it came, wet and loud. Your legs straightened. Your muscles went taut. Kugo quickly joined. Dense heat drained from him to you. Claws grated into your skin, holding you down so he could fill you full. It melted the ache his thrusting caused.
The high ebbed with his cuddling hands. His tongue lapped your jaw. You blindly felt backward for his cheek, tipping him for a kiss. “I love you so much… more than you’ll ever know.”
His hands stopped protectively on your lower stomach, right over where he released. He nuzzled your cheek, whispering, "You're better than anything I could have ever asked for."
You kissed him. Both of you nested on the bed, holding each other, feeling him mix and twitch deep within you.
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Joyride
PWP. FFXV feat Gladio, Ignis and F!reader
F/M/M a/b/o threesome
18+ nsft. A little cock warming, blowjob, handjob, one daddy mention, a little rough handling. Gladio and Ignis smooching.
You're slouched in the back seat of the car, leaning drowsily against Ignis and with one leg half hooked over Gladio’s knee.
Ignis is surprisingly relaxed considering Noctis is the one driving. Though Prompto being asleep in the passenger seat and therefore not being his usual distracting self probably eases a lot of Ignis concern.
You’ve forgotten where you’re going, content to daydream between your two alphas. Some event outside the city Prompto wanted to take photos of you think, a leisurely day trip and a chance for Noctis to try out his new car.
Not quite as impressive as the regalia but more roomy for the five of you than his Star of Lucis. The fact that his personal car was named had provided you with teasing material for weeks after you had found out, much to his annoyance. Still you had made all the appropriate impressed noises as Noctis had proudly shown off his new one, resisting the temptation to ask if it too had a name.
You had been driving for about half an hour, it was hard to keep track of the time. Ignis’ slow deep breathing and Gladio’s fingers dancing idly along your knee were soothing you into a gentle doze.
They slip a little higher and you let your legs open slightly automatically in response.
The first brush of his fingers over your bare pussy earns you a quite groan of approval.
You hum lowly, tiredly. “Perv”
He chuckles quietly, “I’m not the one who’s not wearing underwear.”
“liar.” it’s muttered quietly under your breath but his responding amused huff lets you know he heard you.
No underwear was not a rule, but was something you had started doing on casual trips like these. It was just easier, and saved you the irritation of friction burns when Gladio got too frustrated and ended up ripping them off you. It sounded hot but tearing underwear off usually ended up in chafing in places that were definitely not fun.
His hand is warm, fingertips rough and calloused as he strokes softly round your clit with a gentle rhythm, almost lulling your body fully into sleep. His gentle soothing attention doesn’t last long, it never does, and you moan quietly as he pushes a finger gently inside you.
“Do not fuck in my car.” Noctis voice is sharp and you and Gladio both startle at the reprimand.
He pulls his finger out of you to trail his hand down the inside of your thigh and then back up the other side, pushing into you once more, ignoring Noctis completely, or more likely, to spite him.
The muttered curse from Noctis makes you giggle, and he glares at you through the rear-view mirror.
Ignis turns and sighs softly pressing a brief kiss against your hair. You lean into the caress, relishing the affection but expecting him to agree with Noctis and tell you to behave, but he doesn’t, instead murmurs something softly to Gladio over your head.
The lazy almost absentminded way Gladio’s fingers have been thrusting into you had you breathing a little harder but the abrupt tug as he pulls you up and into his lap makes you cry out, your brain still half asleep and confused at the sudden manhandling.
You jump at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass, you hadn’t heard him undo his zipper.
“You look so cute all sleepy and docile, I can’t resist.”
He tugs your skirt up around your waist and spreads your legs over the side of his thighs. It looks incredibly lewd, his thick hard cock standing between your thighs and both of you moan in surprise when Ignis’ hand curls around it.
Your brain is still slowly slugging behind the quick change of pace and you can only stare as you watch Ignis slowly stroke him between your spread legs.
Ignis’ hand twists and glides over the sensitive tip, and Gladio groans, you distantly hear Noctis’ grumble but you’re too focused on the slick beads of pre cum that slide down over Ignis fingers to care.
Ignis bends forward, and the arousal that burns through you as he takes the head of Gladio’s cock into his mouth makes you moan. It’s echoed loudly by Gladio’s own moans in your ear.
It feels so lewd, so dirty; watching as Ignis sucks Gladio off between your legs. You’re not sure what to do with your hands and opt for threading you fingers through Ignis hair, he groans as you scrape your nails across his scalp and pulls away from Gladio’s cock with a wet pop.
“Tease”
Ignis smiles at Gladio’s gruff complaint and lets his hand curl back around his cock, pumping him slowly.
Apart from Gladio’s death grip on your hip and one breast being almost painfully crushed in his other hand neither of them are touching you and the lack of stimulation and the burning needy ache between your legs makes you squirm.
“Sit still.” Gladio’s voice is strained and the hand around your breast moves to grip your thigh. “I’ll be quick baby, just let me get off.” The way his thighs tremble beneath you makes you realise how close he is to orgasm already.
His breathing is shallow and erratic, and hitches when you hear Ignis whisper something in his ear. It’s too quiet for you to make out but whatever it was it makes Gladio whimper. A sound you’ve never heard him make before that make your core throb in response and with a hoarse cry Gladio reaches his peak, his entire body tensing as he cums hard over Ignis’ hand, thick white ropes that you feel spurt across your abdomen and belly.
You continue to watch as Ignis slows his strokes, fascinated with the amount of cum that dribbles down your stomach and drips between your legs and you fingers twitch with the desire to rub it into your pussy.
“I hate you all.” Noctis’ words are sullen and hold no real anger but you still feel a little guilty, mentally making a note to make it up to him later.
Ignis lets go of Gladio’s cock to swirl his fingers down through the mess left on your skin, easing between your wet folds to push two cum slickened fingers into you.
You instinctively try to close your legs at the abrupt intrusion but he tuts at you and pushes your knees apart.
“Don’t hide from me love,” He reprimands as he scissors his fingers, “This is ours.”
He growls in warning as you try to rock into his fingers. “Say it.”
“It’s yours”
“hmm what ours baby?” Gladio finally moves, still sounding breathless, his cock half hard resting on your thigh. He’s teasing you but you can tell he’s expecting an answer.
“I – “ you stumble over your words, embarrassment flooding hot through you
Gladio nips at your neck, “what’s ours?”
You can’t bring yourself to say it; Gladio seems to take pity on your sudden speechlessness and kisses your ear with a low chuckle.
“That pussy is ours. That tight sweet–“ he grunts as Ignis teases around the head of his cock again, “wet little pussy is ours.”
He turns his head and kisses your throat, trailing kisses up your neck until he reaches your mouth. He kisses you hungrily before drawing back.
“Hips up for me baby.” He cups your thighs and helps you lift yourself until you’re perched just over his lap.
You feel him shiver at the over stimulation as Ignis strokes him before guiding him to your entrance. His cock is too big and thick not to hurt as he presses against your pussy. It’s a sharp sting, and you let out a pained cry at the burning feeling of him stretching you.
“Shhh its ok baby you can take it, I know you can.”
Gladio brings his thumb to your clit and rubs to help relax your clenched muscles.
“Too much” you whine “I can’t.”
“Just breathe,” he says, pushing you down harder until finally the head of his cock pops inside, making him groan “Good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well.”
Ignis lets you go slow but encourages you to keep going, pushing you down with gentle cooing praise in your ear. Your wetness and Gladio’s cum just enough to ease the glide of his cock inside you, but you weren’t prepped enough for it not to hurt.
Finally you are fully seated on Gladio’s cock. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling affectionately into the back of your neck. You felt so full with his cock it was almost unbearable.
You feel his chest press against your back as he draws in a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm and the quiver of his thighs as he tries not to drive himself up into you.
“Noct said I can’t fuck you, but keep it warm for me, baby?” he whispers into your ear. “Stay nice and still for me.”
His cock betrays his calm tone when it throbs and twitches inside you, pressing against your walls in just the way to draw a moan from you.
He shudders as Ignis strokes down where you are joined, brushing his fingers over his balls and across his thighs.
“Sensitive” Gladio bites out between clenched teeth and Ignis chuckles quietly before he moves his hand to press two fingers firmly against your clit and you immediately keen, trying to grind your hips forward against him, desperate for any kind of friction.
“No,” Gladio tuts, giving you a hard slap to the inside of your thigh. “No moving.”
You whimper, the slap taking you by surprise. Tears prick at your eyes from the pain, but you remain still. Every fibre of your being is begging you to rock against Ignis’ fingers, to grind back against Gladio’s cock; you’re trembling with the pressure of staying still. You’re still not sure what to do with your hands, settling for latching on to Gladio’s wrists where he grips your hips.
Ignis moves in close and you turn towards him lips parted, expecting a kiss but he tilts his head at the last second, leaning behind you to kiss Gladio.
You feel a little petty at the denial of your kiss and deliberately clench your walls hard around Gladio’s cock. He breaks away from Ignis with a loud hiss. “Careful baby. You want to act like a brat you'll get punished.”
He spanks the inside of your thigh again, “you can just sit there and take my cum, bad girls don’t get to cum too.”
“I’m sorry” the words rush from you in a wounded whisper. It’s maddening, apart from the firm stationary press of Ignis fingers against your clit neither of them are paying that much attention to you, entirely focused on each other.
The sounds of Gladio’s pleasure as they kiss fuels the desire running through you and you can’t stop yourself from squirming impatiently, desperate for some stimulation from either of them.
“Last warning omega.” Gladio growls, biting your shoulder in retaliation and Ignis finally starts to swirl his fingers around your clit. The car swerves slightly at your surprised cry of pleasure and Ignis turns his attention away from you.
“Focus on the road, Your Highness.”
You’d momentarily forgotten where you were. As you lock eyes with Noctis in the rear view mirror Ignis presses harder against you and you whine, watching the way Noctis’ pupils dilate.
“You make a mess you're buying me a new car.” Noctis grumbles as he winds his window down. He sounds almost genuinely annoyed but you can smell the arousal in his scent and you have no doubt if his anger was real neither Ignis nor Gladio would continue their game.
Ignis’ fingers still and the flush across his cheeks and the way he licks his lips makes you think, hope, for a second that he’s going to go down on you, use that wicked tongue of his while Gladio sits snugly inside you. But before you can beg for him to continue Gladio beats you to it.
“Don't stop,” he pants, grabbing Ignis hand and tugging it back between your legs. “Fuck Iggy you need to feel it, it’s like she's massaging my fucking cock” He grunts again and you hear the dull thud as his head hits the back of his seat, “Make her cum, want to feel her cum on my cock.”
Gladio loosens his hold slightly, allowing you to circle your hips a little.
“fuck I’m gonna cum again.” he sounds surprised and Ignis moans in response, his free hand curling into your hair and tugging your head out of the way so he can kiss Gladio again. The refusal of a kiss for the second time stings but your words of protest are muffled as Gladio’s hand slaps over your mouth. “Quiet baby. Be a good toy and take it,” he grunts and grinds his hips up into you “let me use you.”
He releases your mouth only to grasp hold of your hips again. It hurts, you’re going to have bruises, his fingers digging in so hard you can feel them already forming. You think he forgets how strong he is sometimes.
They are both panting hard, Gladio grunting and moaning into Ignis mouth as they make out behind your shoulder. You feel almost jealous but Ignis fingers don’t let up their pace and you feel your orgasm approaching quickly.
His thumb drawing swirls around your clit, his fingers stroking down around Gladio’s balls, pressed flush against your ass. Your vision blurs for a moment as you succumb to the pleasure, stars dotting across your vision. Your toes curl, and your cry out loudly, uncaring about Noctis driving and Prompto sleeping. The pain in your hipbones as Gladio holds you down mixes perfectly with Ignis talented fingers as your orgasm rip through you.
Your back arches as you cum, straining against Gladio’s hold but he holds you tight against him. It’s borderline torture not being able to move as you want, your wet pussy spasming and fluttering over and over around his cock.
“That's it baby milk it, make me cum”
Ignis is still stroking you, forcing you through your aftershocks and you can do nothing to make him ease up, twitching and trembling in Gladio’s arms. There is a short grunt, a moment of stillness, and then a gush of warmth inside you as Gladio shakes, cumming deep inside you with a low drawn-out groan, the throb and twitch of his cock as he fills you pushing you over into the uncomfortable pangs of overstimulation.
He’s breathing hard as he tries to come down from his high, “fuck Iggy”
Ignis hums in response, hands leaving you to kiss him again and you sit still, boneless and pliant in Gladio’s grip as they share a few lazy satisfied kisses over your shoulder. The minimal attention they are giving you makes you feel like you're a plaything the two of them are using to get off.
For a second they rest against each other, both still breathing heavily, and you grimace as Gladio’s grip on your hips starts to ease. With the pleasure easing you can feel the pain more acutely, amid the soreness between your legs and the bruises on your hips you’re going to be suffering for the next few days you can already tell.
“You did well my love.” Ignis’ praise pulls you out of your reflection of your pain and he finally kisses you, soft pecks over your face. He kisses you tenderly on the mouth before trailing his lips across your jaw to your neck, letting his teeth worry into your sensitive skin, reigniting the hickeys already fading there.
”Too rough?” he frowns stroking gently along the red indents left on your hips and the mark on your thigh, and you shake your head.
“Words love”
“Not too rough.”
He gives you a gentle smile, continuing his soothing caresses down your thigh.
“Bath, bed and a massage when we return home?”
“Yeah.” you breathe out brushing your lips gently over his.
You stay like that for a few minutes, Ignis resting his forehead against yours until Gladio finally stirs. You wince at the movement and Ignis frowns again.
“It hurts?”
You feel Gladio tense beneath you at his question and you quickly shake your head to reassure them. Ignis’ hand slides between your legs, cupping you and Gladio both.
“Did we push you too much?”
His concern for your wellbeing makes your heart swell with affection.
“You need to talk to me love.”
“Yes, I mean no, it wasn’t too much but yes I’m sore.” His frown deepens and you shake your head again “Sore in a good way. I liked it.”
Ignis watches you, examining your expression closely before he relaxes.
The peppering of kisses across your shoulder from Gladio making you relax back against his chest. “do you want to move? Ignis will clean you up.” the images that sends through your head are filthyand you feel your cheeks heat up.
The smile Ignis gives you is sinful, and Gladio chuckles as you wriggle in his arms. “You want that omega? I think you like that idea.”
“n-not yet,” you can’t meet Ignis gaze and settle for linking your fingers through his “just need to sit for a minute.” Gladio nuzzles into your neck at your words with a purr.
“As long as you want baby.”
There was something about resting and sitting on Gladio’s lap with his softening cock still inside you and Ignis leaning into your side that felt incredibly intimate. The warmth, the closeness, it was comforting.
Gladio leans forward carefully, trying not to jostle you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You get to sit in Ignis lap on the way home” he says it a little louder, in an attempt to wind up Noctis you have no doubt.
“Ignis is driving home.” Noctis’ disgruntled growl makes you smile but you’re too content to tease him.
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had 2 take a shower bc i can’t figure out how this acne gel my doctor gave me is supposed to work outside ‘slathering it on letting it sit and then rinsing it off in the shower’, and man
thought about like, by the time norman and i are almost done cleaning out my old house, i’ve finally gotten him acclimatized to being in the middle of literally nowhere, even if he hasn’t realized it yet, and the way being isolated like that can force you to sit down and think about things because fuck,
there’s nothing else to do.
****
i drag him down to the beach, using the illegally-created but never filled back in path from the property across the street. he comments ‘aren’t you always the one talking about how trespassing down here gets you shot?’ and i say well, yeah.
but only if the person you’re trespassing against knows you’re doing it, and the property owner doesn’t, so it’s fine, shut up.
he shuts up.
we plop down in the sand and he comments it’s not a bad set up for a lake in the middle of the woods, actually.
“well at one point it was the biggest man-made lake in the country,” i say, standing and snapping a branch over my knee. i pause, staring off at the darkened shore and grinning a little. “man i always wanted to go scuba diving around this place.” i snap another branch. “they flooded the farmland, you know. just left it as is. no sense demolishing something yourself when nature will do it once you get it going.”
“what the hell for?” norman asks.
i snap another branch. shrug. “dunno,” i say. “never looked it up, never cared. wasn’t about why, was just about...is.”
he opens his mouth, biting comment about rednecks refusing to look things up being responsible for oh so many things at the ready, and somehow manages to swallow it down.
“anyway,” i say, shrugging. “dig me a hole.”
and then we argue for ten minutes about how yes you need a fucking hole to make a bonfire on the fucking beach you stupid yankee ass, and it ends up taking half an hour to do something i coulda done in less than ten minutes, but eventually i have a moderately sized bonfire, shitty gas station booze and the joy of getting to watch norman be forced to do something truly horrible:
attempt to smoke a black and mild.
“this is about 6 misdemeanors by the way,” i add, tossing a stick onto the fire.
“let me guess,” he says, “technically state park land, still on your bucket list anyway?”
“shit, ain’t no technically about it,” i say. “but yeah. but also, show me one fuckin’ person in this area that gives a shit about those laws and i’ll still say you’re full of shit; park rangers included.”
he raises an eyebrow. “really?”
i tell him they’re usually only around during the peak season anyway, and since it’s mid september, peak season ended a week or so ago. aside from that, it’s always been an unspoken rule that minor infractions are fine, as long as you’re not being stupid or rude and you make sure to clean up after yourself.
“you know,” i say after a while, “i didn’t realize how much i missed this until i had to come back.”
norman scoffs and stubs out the cigar in the sand, silently admitting defeat. “i don’t see how there’s anything to miss.”
“i’m not talkin’ about the house,” i say, “or...the town, the people. it’s just....this.” i gesture with both arms, around us, and he frowns.
“there’s nothing here,” he says. “i just drove 42 minutes round trip to get gas station booze that’s barely a step above prison hooch.”
“norman,” i say, “look up.”
he doesn’t.
i sigh, and sit up straighter. “come on, for once, just do what i’m asking without making a thing out of it.”
“fine.” he looks up.
“what do you see?” i ask.
“nothing, as we’ve already established,” he says, still looking skywards. “there’s nothing out here but sky and star-”
he stops. blinks.
“well, shit,” he says, softly.
“last time i saw this many stars was when you took me joyriding with that old armor,” i say.
“only because we went above the light pollution,” he says, and i wonder if he’s noticed the way his voice has softened.
“more here than there used to be,” i say. “after the housing crash it left a lotta empty land for real cheap, so the land developers n’ old southern money started buying shit up on the shorelines.” i squint a little. “i can make out more'n a dozen houses that weren’t there when i left. bet they’re ugly fucking mcmansions, too.”
i wonder if he’s noticed the blurring of the spaces between my words, the drawl creeping its way back out of me. or, if the last few days has made it blend in along with everyone else.
“i thought my upstate house was far out, but this...” he says.
“your upstate house is carefully positioned and meticulously manicured in some woods to make it feel like it’s balls deep in seclusion,” i say. “until you cross the property line and there’s a fuckin’ kroger two lights away. and don’t get me wrong, i like it.”
“but it’s not this,” he says. he leans back, still looking up, and stretching one leg out in the sand. “i can’t remember the last time i saw this many stars.”
“i hated this place,” i say. “i still do. they’re demolishing that fucking house as soon as we’re done, and i still haven’t decided if i want to watch it go or not. i always hated being so rural, so cut off, so...”
“...alone,” he finishes.
“yeah,” i say. “but i guess it took having to come back to realize it really wasn’t all bad. it’s...it’s just land, you know? clay and water, trees and grass and all the little bits of life dotted around.”
“well,” he says, “i don’t know about life, exactly-”
“you are literally a scientist, you could probably rattle off a dozen microbes hanging out in this sand right now that’ll make me wanna camp in a hermetically sealed room for a week,” i say.
he chuckles.
“it’s just weird,” i continue, dragging my fingers through the chilly sand. “i always thought once i left, that’d be it, i wouldn’t think twice about anything. but now that i’ve had to come back, i’m thinking about so many things, but none of them are what i expected.”
“it’s your home,” he says.
“that house was never a home for anyone,” i say.
he looks over at me. “i know,” he says. ���we’ve established you aren’t talking about the house. but like you said, this,” he gestures, “is where you spent the first part of your life. regardless of what happened, it’s still your home. sometimes home is a house, but it can be a place, too.”
“homesick for a place i never loved,” i say softly. “how ironic.”
“i still own mine,” he says.
i blink. “what?”
“the house i grew up in,” he says. “haven’t been to it in a long time. frankly i only know it’s still standing because i see tax forms for it every year. good location, too. i could sell it and make enough off it that my father might dig his way out of a grave just to get his cut. instead, it just sits there every year, and every year i imagine all those little bits of life you were talking about gain more ground for themselves.”
“why keep it around?” i ask.
“it’s my home,” he says.
#reese.fic#ship: masks & menace#arc: filthy dirty south#going 2 start logging these so i can find them easier#planning/hoping to go back over them at a later date and link them all in the proper order tho#but ah yes anyway lads.
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BEEN DRAWING THE ST. AGATHA CITY CAST'S CANON CONFIRMED PARENTS.
Anyways here's Denver's parents. His mom is a kindergarten teacher, and is deep into an MLM. She should definitely not be watching kids. But she is 🤗💕 Denver's dad works in one of the local factories, and upon coming home, he has 2-6 beers to "unwind" and spends the rest of the night a neurotic, angry mess because of it.
Denver's dad met his mom after moving away from St. Agatha after being kicked out of his parents' house at seventeen. The two got married not long after, but eventually moved to St. Agatha together when Denver was fourteen.
They love each other, but in the way that people who peaked in high school and never matured past then do.
And here is Denver's much maligned little brother, Austin. Currently about six (but shown here on the left at age four because I got my timeline mixed up) he and Denver are not close due to the age gap, and never will be. Denver feels... genuinely quite bad for Austin that he was born into their family, but can't bring himself to be near to his brother due to his revulsion in seeing himself in him.
Though Denver was always a difficult kid, even if often not of his own fault, Austin is an even tempered and quiet child, who is very inquisitive and quite sweet, up until becoming jaded by his family's extensively toxic behavior, and the same lack of support Denver got.
At Denver's age (bottom right) he's kind of a nightmare. Denver has prettyboy privilege when he remembers to act right, being attractive in the fucked up way some male models are - but Austin is certainly not, looking more like their washed up, deadbeat father. He enjoys petty crime, and has spent an excessive time hotwiring cars to go on joyrides.
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Turn Back Time
They say life peaks at 25. It’s all downhill from there. As a 40-year-old, I can assure you that it doesn’t get any better than this. I have no family, friends drifted one by one, my hair disappeared when I was 30, I live in a crappy apartment with a shitty neighbor and top it all off, I’m a virgin. It’s a pity on how much of a loser I am.
I tried to escape this sad excuse of existence by reminiscing the old days - like when I was in college. Back when I woke up late are the worst of my worries, not my physician’s recommendation that I get my prostates checked for cancer. I yearn for the days when my friends are still around, pushing me to do reckless shit behind our parent’s backs. Like that time when we raided my dad’s alcohol cabinet and took a joyride in the town airstrip. Or that time when Henry, God rest his soul, pushed me to confess to Cole. We were twenty, still green by that time, but amidst red-flushed embarrassment, I was ready for your acceptance. You weren’t handsome like James McEvans, but you’re cute when you smile. I loved it when you twirled my curly hair and playfully stole my things till I’m red with anger. We are friends but I wanted it to be more than that. If it weren’t for Henry, I wouldn’t gain the courage to confess to you. I was afraid that you’d reject me. And well, that’s what you did. My heart broke into a million pieces - then you gave me that sad excuse that you weren’t ready. For a moment, I thought there was a chance that you’d accept my proposal. It took me till the graduation to realize that my hopes were delusions. We walked our different paths in life. I stayed in our hometown while you went abroad to work the job your parents wanted. Last I saw you were in a casket, death by stress due to overworking. Even in death, you still had that cute smile you gave me in life.
Those were the good old days. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. I just hate how lackluster our ending was. If I had a chance to turn it all back again, I wanted to fix everything. I wanted a miracle, and by some deity who has heard me, a miracle was received.
I woke up in a bed with more pillows than usual. It’s so cold but I’m glad there’s thick blankets to cover me. It’s as if I was sleeping in a different bed. When I stretched my limbs, I was surprised by how quickly I did it. I looked at my arms in confusion and realized that it’s different than usual. It’s shorter, has less hair and my fingers are a delicate pink. Not only that, but my entire body changed into that of a guy in his early 20s. When I looked in the mirror, my heart nearly fell out when I saw a familiar sight I haven’t seen in years.
I‘m Cole Evans. Bu- But he was dead? Cole didn’t look like this when he died. No - I look like Cole when he was younger, back when we were in college. I looked for the Calendar, and sure enough, I am in the past but in Cole’s body. I don’t know how this happened or why, but that’s not important. I’m back in the prime of my life. Well, someone’s life. This will be a chance to turn events in my favor.
But first, I took a moment to admire Cole’s body in the mirror. He trained his body and it’s evident in the light musculature of his limbs. And like what I’ve described him in the past, he’s far from being handsome. Rather, he’s cute with his short-cropped obsidian hair, rosy flushed cheeks, and thin pink lips. His eyes, brown and full, twinkled in the light. I smiled at myself and lost to the excitement because I still considered the reflection as him. In my mind, that’s him smiling at me, whispering sweet-laced words that made my heart throb harder.
One by one, my clothes dropped on the floor. Like a “Wheel of Fortune” game, every piece revealed only served to heighten my excitement. The last time I saw him naked was in memories of memories, and now, I can touch his abdominal muscles and trace the crevasses separating them. My pits smell like hard sweat mixed with fabric conditioner. I thought I had forgotten this smell but one sniff made me remember it all. His smell was the reason why I fell for him in the first place. We were seatmates and he always smelled this way. It’s pungent yet it fills you in a good way. Once my shirt hit the ground, I undressed my boxers, revealing a piece I hungered for in ages past. It’s not as humongous as I expected, but it’s not minuscule either. It’s more on the longer end of average penises. He has conservative parents so I expected him to be circumcised. It’s a surprise to see that he’s not. I pulled the foreskin and saw the cute pink tip peek at me. It’s cute. I thank whoever made me experience all of this.
I took the time to know every inch of my body well. I scrubbed my skin with soap whilst my head spread it on every corner of my skin. I rubbed the areas behind my ear, my lovely cheeks, and even my nipple who grew alive at the slightest of touch. I scoured my groin and cleaned my balls, shaft, and the inside of my foreskin. This body is so sensitive, yet so tender and meaningful. I wanted to do the thing right now like I always did in the shower when I was young. I wanted to feel it again, the pleasure robbed from me by age. This youthful body screamed at me to just do it, to revel in the hormones given by my body, but I have plans and doing it would ruin it all. And so, with great willpower, I acted against it.
I dressed in a school uniform, took breakfast with Cole’s parents, and went to school. It took a long while before I found the right road which leads to the campus. A long time has passed since I took this road, and it’s a whole lot different then. Nevertheless, I reached the campus and went to an all so nostalgic rooftop garden where my friends meet every morning. There, I met Henry who brought a rush of memories when I saw his face. I always imagined him as the fat friend but now that he’s there smiling like a retard, I surmised that he’s just chubby, which is perfect since he would look like a bear in the future. Beside him, is me, my past self smiling at the sight of my face. It’s a shame that I forgot what I looked like at this age. Who could blame me? I’m too shy to have my pictures taken. I never thought about how good-looking I was. I smiled like a dork who’s too self-conscious about every move he makes. I sat beside myself and asked them what’s up.
“Nothing,” Henry said with a cheeky chuckle “but Dylan here has something to say. I better leave you two before I mess something up.” And with that, he’s gone, leaving only me and myself alone in this verdant lounge. At that moment, it struck me. I get what’s happening. This is the moment where I was supposed to confess my infatuation with Cole. And I thought, today wasn’t that day and I’ll be the one confessing to him.
“Cole,” Dylan said, his voice quavering in anxiety, “We’ve been classmates for a year now and Henry pushed me into this. So, here it goes. I think I’m in love with you. Can you be my boyfriend?” He said that last part with his eyes wide open, and cheeks and ears as red as apples. Fuck, looking at myself is melting my heart.
In the past, Cole didn’t say anything. He just smiled and apologized for making me infatuated with him. He said he fancied the idea but he thinks it’s not the right time to be with someone. But now, I could change all that with a simple ‘yes’.
“Really!?”
“Yes, you dork. I want to be your boyfriend.” I said it as Cole would have said it. I touched his chin and carried his lips into mine. He tasted like peppermint hinted with maple syrup from morning’s breakfast. It was a small kiss but it left him in a steaming daze. “Boyfriends kiss each other, yes?”
“Heh… yes”
The bell rang.
“See you after class,” I said with a wink.
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Kenshi crossover petered off for now, and I started a Detroit Become Human crossover with Assassin’s Creed, which is now at chapter 10 so... time for status report.
Fic’s name is, currently, Renascence, and I’m probably keep that way. Takes place 1 year after DBH peaceful ending where everyone lived and it was nice. Also has RK900 and Gavin Reed as work partners in DPD. Hank and Connor started a new branch, the Android Crimes Division. It’s great. And then come the AC elements. which I won’t get into because spoilers.
The fic’s at least currently leans more to the DBH side, with AC stuff being kind of like “case of the week” element, but that might change. There’s action, there’s intrigue, android politics, some AU elements, someone almost dies, all the fun things. Fingers crossed for the rest.
Sneak peak of Renascence Chapter 1
It'd been a year and Hank has only just started getting used to the weirdness of android crimes. Not, that is to say, crimes committed on androids – those generally follow the same banal style, be it hate crime, sex crime, or general every day human bullshit, those have already gotten so damn repetitive as to get fucking tiresome. Humans in general haven't changed, even if some of them have brand new illegal target to beat up.
But crimes committed by androids, once they have really come to their own, are… inhuman. Not cruel or particularly nasty, but simply the sort of crimes humans wouldn't think to do, necessarily, because the urges are completely different. And sure there were the normal sort, theft, murder, mayhem, all the good stuff. But then there was the other stuff.
With humans you don't have to worry about a human hunting down other humans in order to chop off their limbs to add them into themselves to form a sort of multi-limbed horror monster. They'd seen that one three months after the revolution, a former WE300 android turned into a human spider, because being bound by human body restraints was inadequate and androids shouldn't be confined to what humans considered most efficient. Trying to deal with the aftermath of that was something else – there was a whole redistribution of stolen limbs, it was weird.
You also don't have to worry about a human integrating themselves into the automated systems of a construction site in order to take it over to try and create… whatever it was that the WR400 had been trying to create. The net called it the ark, and there's still wild speculation going on. The WR400 completely mangled his own body to do the rewiring, and in the end they hadn't been able to untangle the android from the system – and something about putting a computer server into prison was just… it smacked of ridiculousness.
A human might hack an automated system, sure – but so far humans hadn't yet figured how to upload their consciousness into self-driving vehicles – androids, after one of them figured out how to do it, had made it their version of joyriding. Just hop out of your body and into a cab and go speeding down the wrong way on a highway. They had few deaths that way, human and android both, before they started patching up those holes in the firewalls. Still happened, and it was still messed up and weird and unique to androids.
And Hank was damn happy he didn't have to deal with the android that momentarily hijacked the systems of the space station, that was a shit show and no mistake.
But after a while, he'd started to get a hang of it. Androids, testing limits, going overboard, getting messed up – not that different from humans doing the same, they just had different means and different triggers. And with the laws still only marginally even thought of, they didn't have much restraint to their brand of weirdness. How do you even deal with someone who stole a state of the art artificial tiger and decided to turn themselves into a tiger-android… centraur-thing?
Android self-expression, man.
"Makes me miss having to deal with just the homicide," Hank mutters, not for the first time. But no, there was a new department, first in the nation, Android Crimes Division, and he just happened to be the sad sack of shit who had to deal with it.
"Well, one can't say it's boring," Connor says, placing a cup of coffee beside him. "What's on the docket today, Lieutenant?"
Hank huffs and reaches for the cup, waving to the screen – three times as big as his old one, because upgrades, people, upgrades. "Weird activity at what was supposed to be an abandoned building. Someone went in, had a look, found androids and got freaked out and made a report. Your usual thing," he says. "Did us a favour of taking pictures, though."
Connor hums, sitting on the edge of his table to look – still doing those human gestures, even though he could just download the files into his brain. "Well," he says.
Hank hums in agreement, leaning back.
In the image there are three androids standing on pedestals – none of them matching any of the standard models, though they're obviously been built up on CyberLife designs, judging by the one in the front, which has their skin turned off. All the androids are male, outwardly, but Hank knows that doesn't really mean anything these days. Half of the androids he knows – personally, these days, because he knows more androids than human people, it feels like – don't even conform to gender anymore. Still, if the other two matched the first, then they had CyberLife bodies with… modifications.
There is a web of wires running between the three androids, connecting them to each other by their temples – and the one in the middle with its skin turned off has eyes that glow faintly yellow.
"Why are we not going there, Lieutenant?" Connor asks curiously. "This looks like something right up our alley."
"It is – the site is being secured," Hank agrees, scratching at his chin. "And we're gonna head over there. I'm just…" he sighs. "Jurisdiction."
"Ah," Connor says, understanding. "Modified, potentially uninitialised androids, maybe even homemade ones. Depending on the state of things, this might be Jericho's jurisdiction."
"Well, we still got the first go, as per usual," Hank muses. "Still, I'm thinking we need a consult for this one, just in case. Think you can call up someone?"
"You could call yourself."
"Yeah, but it's so much faster when you do it." Connor doesn't have to go through all the bullshit of actually talking to people. And getting through to the big shots at Jericho is a pain even at the best of times, these days – even with his reputation, Hank is usually on hold for at least half an hour.
Connor smiles and then looks away, his eyelids fluttering as he sends a message to someone, his eyes going all vacant. Then he blinks. "Simon is free and happy to offer his assistance in this matter," he says and reaches over to touch the panel of Hank's computer. "I am sending him the address – he will meet us there in twenty minutes."
"Great," Hank says and sits up, taking the coffee cup with him. "Let's go."
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