#hostile f*cks collection
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Welcome to the Hostile F*cks Library!
A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE
This collection list is COMPLETE.
These fics can be read as one-shots/two-parters or chronologically as a thinly plotted series.
Each "event" will have a duo of fics, following an infuriatingly smug Avenger!Loki and a Y/N trying desperately not to staple things to his sexy face.
All of them will contain smut. Hostile smut*. The first entry in each duo contains light, thirsty smut, and the second...filth, friends. Filth.
1. The Wetsuit (w/c 3.2k)
2. The Wetsuit: Tight Passageways (w/c 3.1k)
3. Full Throttle (w/c 3.1k)
4. Full Throttle: Motel ( w/c 3.2k)
5. The Red Dress (w/c 3.7k)
6. The Red Dress: Ruined (w/c 2.5k)
7. Highland Fling (w/c 3.6k)
8. Highland Fling: The Battlements (2.8k)
9. Crossed Swords (w/c 4.2k)
10.Crossed Swords: To the Hilt (3.3k)
11. Captain's Orders (w/c 4.3k)
12. Captain's Orders: New Depths (w/c 3.8k)
13. Hot & Bothered (w/c 4.6k)
14. Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack (w/c 4.2k)
15. Bow to Me (w/c 4.2k)
16. Bow to Me: Quivering (w/c 3.8k)
17. Holy Orders (w/c 3.6k)
18. Holy Orders: Mercy (w/c 3.2k)
19. Final Bids (w/c 4.8k)
20. Final Bids: Love Wins (w/c 3.8k)
Epilogue. Public Relations (2.2k)
Beautiful collection moodboard by @mochie85 - thank you my queen!
*Hostile, but consensual.
#loki laufeyson#hostile f*cks collection#loki x reader#loki smut#lokismut#loki x reader smut#loki x you#loki fanfiction#loki oneshot
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Horrific findings, sweet nothings
A Fnaf imagine
Pairings: William Afton x f!reader
MDNI/NSFW
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Summary: You got a disturbing call from freddy's pizzeria. Sure that it was just a prank, you check it out yourself. What you find has you barely escaping home with your life, but somone followed you back.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: plot with smut, complicated-established relathionship, horror ish, angst, c*nnulingus, pinv sex, soft sex, c*ck warming, praise.
AN: I wanted to try something different, this became somewhat of a angsty, horror fic, hope yall like it.
Edit: This has become my favourite fic written to date.
"I desire the things which will destroy me in the end."
- Sylvia Plath
Freddy's was a completley different building at night, I barely recognized it as I arrived.
I had gotten a horrifying call from the pizzeria, the voice was muffled and static sizzled, frying the sound further. From what I could make out, some kids had managed to get inside and were being chased by a bunny suit with a knife. I hadnt called the police, because Im almost certain it was a prank, but when I called the night guard he hadnt picked up. So I went there myself.
Nothing about the facade seemed disturbed and all the doors were locked, strange. There could be no other way inside.
I unlocked the doors and stepped in, immedietly consumed by the hostile energy that resided within, making the hair at the nape of my neck stand. It was horrificaly eerie at night, the place had its charm during the day, sure. But something always felt off, even in the daylight, and it only fortified at night.
There was silence, but something was moving unheard through the darkness, felt but not seen. The air was stale and thick, and what little light the moon and streetlamps provided outside, did not make it inside, immedietly consumed by the menacing aura surronding freddy's. Much like the way light breaks when it shines through the surface of water. Same goes here, the light breaks at the windows, illuminating only them, then fades into the depths. It just couldnt breach the tainted surface of the restaurant.
A surge of fright tickled my nerves and goosebumps prickled my skin. I reached for my flashlight, turning it on, but it had little effect in here. It shone a few feet ahead of me just to be swallowed by murky shadows, nipping and chewing at the light. It was not wanted there.
Looking around, I found nothing out of the ordinary. I made my way to the security office, shadows followed me, layering the abyss around me. I was silently thanking Steve for not wanting me as a night guard. I felt silly being scared like this, Id been afraid of the dark as a child, but realised as I grew up that I shouldnt fear the dark, but rather what might be dwelling inside of it.
I was about to round a corner when I collided with something, soft. I bouced backward, hitting the floor and loosing my flashlight in the motion, sliding and spinning, it danced away from me. The unexpected feeling of smooth fabric in this setting made my insides churn, suit. Suit was the only word that came to mind. The flashlight spun to a stop, vaguely illuminating a pair of yellow, fuzzy feet. I scrambled backward, reaching for the light with shaky hands, desperately trying to get ahold of it. But the fuzzy foot stomped on it, snuffing it out.
I looked up in horror as It crept forward. Hunched, it prowled. With glowing eyes, it dissected and in its big stained hands, a bloody knife. My mouth fell open, pure terror filling me, I watched the the blood drip to the floor at my feet. The shaking that had incapacitated my hands was reaching the rest of my body. The shadows were crawling closer, curling around my vision. I could see nothing else but the 7" bunny standing over me, grinning hellishly, bearing its teeth at me like a wolf before striking. I screamed, it echoed through the halls, becoming one of many others. He would save the memory for his collection, hiding it away inside him.
My eyes welled up as I observed the bunny, tears began rolling down my cheeks as I envisioned the knife plunged deep inside me. It tilted its head, as if inspecting my crying. I did not wish to see it any longer, I closed my eyes. I could not be murdered in cold blood, I could not die alone in a place with such ugly, bloodied secrets. To fall into a darkness that would trap me forever, I would decide my own faith and it wouldnt be this. I collected myself to the best of my abilities and made peace with whatever god was out there. Then made a run for it.
I scrambeled to my feet, shoes and knees slipping on the bloodied floor making an awful squeeking noise that sliced through my eardrums, mixing with the beating of my heart, a sumphony of terror. I ran for my life, shadows clung to my back, clawing at my sleeves, whispering, begging me to stay, to join them, to make them company. I heard the thumping of muffled metallic behind me, coming closer, but I could see the exit. I gave it all I had and suddenly I was outside, headed for my car and suddenly I was home. The exhaustion was getting the better of me, I reached for my keys as I came upon my door. But the shadows found me once again, and I fell into a slumber, blacking out from the stress caused to my mind and body.
When I opened my eyes again, I was laying in my bed. I flew up, looking around frantically. Had It all been a dream? Did I make it inside, had I forgotten? Had I lived? I felt myself for wounds of any kind, but I was whole. A sigh of relief left me, but it wasnt over yet. I had to call Steve, I had to warn him, but he didnt pick up. What if he had met the same fate I almost did? No, I could not think of it, he cannot leave me like this. I tried calling the police, but it didnt go through. God, what is going on.
There was a frenzied knocking at my door, something was in a hurry. My eyes widened in fear, what if it had come for me? I backed up against the wall, staring at the door in frozen horror as the knocking continued, shaking my head in denial.
'Its Steve, let me in!' Ha called out and in relief I rushed to the door without second thought, opening it, it hadnt been locked and there he stood, dimly lit but seemingly unscathed.
He rushed into my still dark home and embraced me tightly, a hand stroking my hair as he pushed my head against his chest. My eyes watered as I smiled against him, I had never felt safer, 'I got a strange call from the pizzeria, im so glad you got gome safe.' He whispered, and I nodded slowly, closing my eyes and drinking in his smell, cologne and dust. He left me for a second to close the door, locking it, as if the danger was still outside.
'Something is wrong over there, terribly, terribly wrong.' I sniffed, my eyes watering again. He took a step back to look at me, placing his finger under my chin, and lifting it to make my gaze meet his. Fascinated, he studied my tear streaked face, the redness of my cheeks and wet eyes, admiring me. Saving the memory and tucking it away safely.
'I know, im sorry. My darling girl. Dont cry, youre alright. We both are.' He whispered, I shook my head slowly 'Kiss me, please. I beg of you.' He nodded, obliging, our lips met tenderly, contrasting his sometimes rougher handling. He knew it wasnt what I needed right now, so he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my room. The motion felt stirringly familiar, how he found my room I do not know. We always spent our time at his, but I did not dwell on it, I could not. He must've carried me a dussen times at this point and my home was not a maze.
He carefully laid me down on my bed, stroking my cheek. His hands roamed my body, dissecting me, taking me apart and putting me back together again. He took my clothes off, I gladly let him. He pampered me, kissing my sorrows away, peeling my panties off, spreading my legs, kissing, licking, biting at my clit and thrusting his tounge into my core, starved for the taste of me, pushing me into oblivion. I screamed and cried as I came. These he would not remember as willfully.
He met my lips with his, lining himself up with my entrance and pushed himself inside of me, gently, thrusting passionateley while whispering sweet nothings in my ear, 'I love you, sweet girl.' And telling me how good I am, 'My good girl, just like that.' as he made love to me, long and slow, intimate and up close. Real, I wanted this version of him to be real. He came inside of me, and I came shortly after. I cried more, and he kissed my tears away. 'Youre so pretty when you cry.' he said, staying inside of me, wrapping his arms around me. I nuzzled closer to him, resting my head in the crook of his neck, kissing his throat and shoulder, tasting metal and sweat. Truly, a horrific finding. I closed my eyes begging, it must be a dream, a nightmare. It wasnt, but I chose to pretend.
He slipped out of me, standing up and still, despite it all, I reached for him. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him back for a kiss, kissing me back, stroking my hair. He pulled away and made his way to the bathroom, finding it with ease. He filled the bathtub with water and came back a short while later, he took my hand, kissing it and led me in there, sitting me down in the soothing warm water, while he sat on the floor, the tub was barely big enough for two. It eased the burdened ache of my body and soul. He had turned the light off, but lit candles. It was enough for me to see the dark spots covering his throat and hands, speckling his unfreckled face.
'How did you know I was at the diner tonight? I did not tell you.' I asked him, and he met my eyes with a sullen expression, tears brimming his own, 'How did you find my home, my bedroom, bathroom. How did I wake up inside my house?' I asked, not wanting the answer. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he smiled sweetly at me, finding no words. 'Why are you covered in blood, it isnt mine. You havent hurt me.' My voice was shaky, confusion lining my words as they left my mouth, creeping upward, it setteled into my features, warping my expression. I did not understand what he was, or why he chose to be it.
He shook his head slowly, mystified, not certain himself 'I love the way you scream for me, so scared, so beautiful.' He said, stroking my cheek lovingly, tracing my lips with his finger as another tear rolled down his cheek. I closed my eyes for a second, desperately wishing he ment in pleasure and not in pain. His words cut deeper than the knife he had held, but I smiled, a melancholic smile, for still, I loved him. He was a monster, we both knew it. I looked at him again, studying his face, saving the memory and safely storing it in my heart. Then I slid into oblivion, submerging my whole being. The water darkened around me, swirling around my vision as the depths embraced me.
Maybe it would be better this way, I thought. I would not, and I could not leave him. This would be the only right thing for me to do, the only way this could end morally for me. But he wouldnt even let me do that, he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up above the surface, forcing air into my lungs. His selfishness would not allow me to do right by myself.
Wordlessly he undressed and stepped into the bath with me, sliding down behind me, laying and arm around my shoulders and the other around my waist. Tightley securing my back against his chest.
He kissed the back of my head reassuringly as tears mixed with the crimson tinted water, salt and iron waltzing around eachother. It coated our bodies, soaking into our skin. At our core, this is what we would be, death and grief. Mourning who we once were and dreading what the light would bring.
#william afton smut#william afton x reader#william afton x you#fnaf movie#fnaf smut#fnaf imagines#steve raglan smut#steve raglan#steve raglan x reader#william afton#five nights at freddy's
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A Helping Hand
Loki x Loki x F!Reader
drabble, 1.2k words
Warnings: 18+ Pure smut, Loki and his duplicate, voyeurism, hand job
I blame @lokisgoodgirl for this one 😂. Inspired by my misreading of this amazing story in her Hostile F*cks collection.
Your feet carry you as if they have a mind of their own as you open the door to Loki’s chambers. Your soft dress trails behind you as you swiftly move, your urgency to see Loki making you feel nearly giddy with excitement.
“Loki…?” you call out to the empty room, surprised to not see him in the entrance, ready for you. Perhaps he hadn’t heard yet of your arrival back from your travels.
You slowly make your way through his room, and your hope that he’s there starts to fade as you make your way to his bathroom. The door is ajar, and a warm candle light pours through the crack. Your hand reaches towards the doorknob of the stately room when you hear it.
“Oh yes, Gods….just like that,” Loki’s low voice moans. You feel your heart sink into your stomach. Who is he talking to?
You hear another man’s voice, quietly groaning. A pang shoots to your chest, and you can feel your stomach churning. How could he? You had each proclaimed to only be with each other, your love was new but yet….you were only gone for a mere week and he is already having sex with someone else?
Your hands gently grip the side of the large door, slowly opening it to peek around it, needing confirmation as you feel your hands start to shake. Your eyes scan the large bathroom, and land on Loki, laid out on his back, naked on a large cushioned bench. And standing above him is none other than Loki. A duplicate.
You feel relief wash over you to see he wasn’t being unfaithful. But now you're curious as your eyes take in the scene before you. Loki is covered in oil, his pale body nearly glowing in the candlelight. His hair is spread out beneath his head, creating a black halo while he lays with his eyes closed, hands at his sides.
The oil highlights all the divots of his strong features, dipping in his tight abs. A rush of need flows through you, and you want nothing more than to climb on top of him and run your fingers down his taut muscles, licking and biting all of the pale skin you see before you.
The duplicate is dressed in a tight black tunic, with the sleeves rolled up and showing his strong forearms as they massage Loki’s body. His hair is pulled into a bun, with the dark loose tresses falling down around his sculpted face as he studies his own body with a smirk on his face. They both look ethereal in the warm light that bathes them.
The duplicate gently massages Loki’s strong quads, while Loki softly moans to himself as the knots are worked out. The sounds he’s making shoots straight to your panties, and you feel yourself getting wetter at the sight of the two of them. The flush of arousal overcomes you as you secretively watch the intimate moment.
Loki looks every bit the divine God that he is- relaxed and vulnerable, yet powerful as he conjures his duplicate to do his bidding. Should you interrupt?
Loki’s duplicate moves his hands up his inner thighs, and you see Loki’s cock twitch. The duplicate grins wickedly and begins to gently massage his now hardening cock.
You hold back another gasp as you watch the masseuse slowly pump Loki’s cock, smiling as he looks down at himself. Your eyes trail down to the duplicate’s tight pants which are tented, and you gulp. The sight of the two of them aroused sends fire through your blood, and you can hear the thumping in your ears. You wish those were your hands on Loki’s Godly member.
The duplicate's strong forearm muscles ripple as he slowly works Loki’s cock, his other hand massaging his balls. Loki’s girth is turning deep red, and you can see the outlines of its veins. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you lean against the doorframe, suddenly feeling shaky at the erotic display in front of you.
“Nnng…slower,” Loki commands his duplicate through pants. He coaches himself as he would you, and another wave rushes over you from hearing the domination in his voice. Your panties are soaked now, and you try to focus on not breathing too loudly so you don’t interrupt.
Loki’s duplicate continues to run his large hands down his shaft rhythmically, both of them breathing heavier as Loki gets closer to orgasm. He still has his eyes shut, but you can see he’s screwed them tight, and his eyebrows knit together in concentration. Precum leaks out of the tip of his cock, and the duplicate rubs it up and down his shaft as he milks Loki. You see Loki’s strong chest rising faster as he gets closer to completion, and a moan escapes from your lips, louder than you expected.
Loki’s duplicate stops and looks in your direction, furrowing his brow. He tenses his jaw and glares at you. Embarrassment floods your body, bringing your senses back to the reality that you are watching Loki jerk himself off with his own duplicate.
A strained chuckle springs from Loki's lips, “Ah, so you’ve come home my Darling,” Loki coos, trying to hide the desperation in his voice. You know he’s on the edge, keeping himself there by sheer will.
You feel your throat is dry, but you stutter out, ”Oh yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”. Loki’s duplicate chuckles and looks you up and down slowly, hungrily.
“Stay there,” Loki growls at you, still keeping his eyes closed. Loki’s duplicate understands, and looks at you with his steely gaze, arousal making his pupils dilated. He returns to Loki’s cock, his slow pace driving Loki to the edge as he maintains eye contact with you.
You clench your thighs together as you continue to stare at the two of them, obeying Loki’s command. You feel the need to touch yourself, but know that Loki does not want you to.
The duplicate pumps Loki’s large erection while reaching up to pinch Loki’s nipples, just how you know he likes it.
“Oh…GODS,” Loki groans loudly as his cock erupts, cum shooting out onto his perfectly chiseled stomach and his duplicate’s strong hand. The duplicate continues to gently massage his cock while Loki trembles under his touch. You glance down to the duplicate’s pants and see that his aching bulge is still there, and you bite your lip in need.
A moment passes as you continue to stand in the doorway, mesmerized and feeling light headed. Loki turns his head to finally look at you, a wry smile spreads across his lips.
“Did you enjoy our show, little one?”, he purrs darkly at you, knowing full well that you did.
“Uh..yes..”, you manage to get out, the heady feeling making it hard for you to speak.
“Good. Then maybe you’d like to join us for part two?”, Loki leans up gracefully, and climbs off of his table. He walks towards you and your knees feel weak. As he gets close, he gently grabs your chin and looks into your eyes, and you see the darkness of his needs not yet fulfilled.
“Yes…yes I’d like that,” you shakily answer him. You look towards the duplicate who is walking in your direction, and look back to Loki. He winks at you and flashes his perfect teeth in a wolfish grin as he guides you back to his bedroom.
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Peachyjinx Masterlist
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Reading list Oktober 2023
pinterest @bellablues99 | Dividers by @cyaspeedy
Hey there,
The first month is already over since I decided not only to silently read here, but to actively comment and reblog fanfictions. It's a lot of fun.
And what a month it has been. The Loki series is finally out, and it was also kinktober. 🤤😏 So here is my first reading list, I plan to share a new list each month. Enjoy browsing and happy reading. 😊✨
Since I don't have many followers yet, please reblog this post to support all these wonderful writers by having more people see and read their stories.
✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨
Series | Collections | Multi Parts
The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles
2 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff
Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | more Ch. linked here
Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.
Prince Charming @immersed-in-mischief
8 Chapters (completed) | Avenger!Loki | angst, fluff
Falling in love with your best friend is always complicated, especially when said best friend is The God of Mischief. When you finally come to terms with the fact that it seems that Loki doesn't return your feelings, you allow yourself to start an online romance and move on. After making plans to finally meet in person, you discover that moving on won't be as easy as you thought.
Under Your Spell @holdmytesseract @multifandom-worlds
3 Parts (one shot collection) | Model!Tom | thirst, fluff, spicy
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (I haven't read yet, but nevertheless I want to link it)
Clandestine F*cks @lokisgoodgirl
25+2 Parts (completed) | Avenger!Loki | smut,
A secret relationship in Avenger's Tower is not an easy task, but with the insatiable Loki as your lover...is it an impossible one?
Hostile F*cks @lokisgoodgirl
21 Parts (completed) | Avenger!Loki | smut, thirst
Loki forever find new ways to irritate you in a selection of erotic outfits. Why is that so goddam irresistible?
One Shots
Exam aid @smolvenger
5k | Prof!Hiddleston | smut, dom/sub
In the Quiet of the Morning @sarahscribbles
3,1k | Asgard!Loki | fluff, smut
Exaltation @infinitystoner
2,2k | Asgard!Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)
A Prince's Release @lokisgoodgirl
1,9k | Asgard!Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)
The Devilish Professor @fanficshiddles
long | Prof!Hiddleston | smut, dom/sub, spanking, bondage
Eavesdrop @oliwrites
medium | Avenger!Loki | smut, soft dom/sub, thight riding
Twenty-Seven Wounds @smolvenger
3k | Coriolanus | comfort, fluff
What makes a princess @muddyorbsblr
3,4k | Avenger!Loki | fluff
S(cream) For Me @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat
Long | Avenger!Loki | smut, dom/sub, cnc, bondage, knife play
Jump "Scare" @ren-does-bullshit
medium | Sub!Loki | smut, dom/sub, anal
Hide & Seek @holdmytesseract
3,1k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, smuttsh
Paris @muddyorbsblr
1,5k | Jonathan Pine | fluff, smutty
Drabbles
My Loki @wheredafandomat
700 | TVA!Loki | smut
I belong to you @wheredafandomat
short | Vampire!Loki | smut
Kinktober One Shots
Cum Play @sarahscribbles
1,4k | Loki | smut, oral (m reserving)
Humiliation and Exhibitionism @sarahscribbles
2,4k | Asgard!Loki | smut, dom/sub
Somnophilia @sarahscribbles
1,4k | Avenger!Loki | smut
Breeding @viviluvssmut
1,4k | Jotun!Loki | smut, dom/sub
Playroom @notyetneedcoffee
medium | Loki | smut, dom/sub, bondage, spanking
Headcanons
The Avengers Movie Loki vs Tva Loki @lokisbiiiitch1993
The First Time @lokisbiiiitch1993
Squirting @lokisbiiiitch1993
✨Happy reading 😊✨
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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ 𝖥𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
[a/n] what a weird month, or is that just me? I have so many fics to catch up on it's not even funny, also since the latest update my tumblr has been glitching so bad so that doesn't help. Anyways as always here is my love month reads, ty to all writers out there! idk how you are so talented but thank you for all your hard work <3
[please respect writers terms, I am not responsible for what kind of content you consume but please be aware that minors will be blocked if they chose to interact with 18+ content.]
more fic recommendations available here
[a/n] when do I ever post these at the end of the month? never so enjoy!
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the letterbox (collection of blurbs for s.t characters!) by @upsidedownwithsteve
valentine's party (collection of blurbs for s.t. characters!) by @luveline
you were always my choice (s.h one shot!) by @sweet-villain
be mine (s.h one shot!) by @underoossss
the forever third wheels (b.b one shot!) by @witchywithwhiskey
14 days of valentines (collection of t.h character fics from various writers!) by @muddyorbsblr
my bloody valentine (e.m one shot) by @joejoequinnquinn
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ruin me by @babyrunsforfanfic
I'm holding every breath for you by @schoopsahoy
can you see me? (the way I see you) by @chelseeebe
let it hurt by @sammy-is-not-smiley
drunk on you by @softharrington
you are the only thing I have by @hellfiremunsonn
I miss you, I'm sorry by @keeryshouse
fight or flight by @munsonsreputation
caramel by @stvharrngton
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dancing with myself by @ambrossart
boyish by @hauntlikeaghost0
saccharine by @whosjunglejim4322
secret by @porcelaindoll-exe
until I found you by @crrddcffn
roommates (new series!) by @sebuckyverse
everlong (ongoing series!) by @andvys
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the selection (ongoing? series!) by @lady-rose-moon
lose me to love you (ongoing? dark!series!) by @lokisprettygirl
behind closed doors (series!) by @springdandelixn-archives
underneath the willow tree by @sarahscribbles
hostile f*cks (collection of spicy fics!) by @lokisgoodgirl
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the outbreak by @stxrvel
bad boys do it well by @slyyywriting
the last first kiss by @witchywithwhiskey
arranged (ongoing series!) by @the-fallen-nightmare
forever yours, Bx by @summerofsnowflakes
mess is mine (complete series!) by @scrumptious-delusion
whatever our souls are made of by @msmarvelwrites
I like me better when I am with you by @themorningsunshine
dumb dumb by @nicestgirlonline
liar by @dameronology
do not fall in love by @bucksangel
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Fic Recs
Hey guys! First off, I hope you had a happy holidays and a great New Year!
Soo sorry for the lack of fic rec list over the last few weeks; between getting food poisoning, going to work, going on a short holiday as well as Christmas and New Year, it's been pretty busy!
So, below the cut, please find my fic recommendations for the weeks of 12/12/2022 - 01/01/2023!
psst...there's a lot of them
Loki Laufeyson
Naughty or Nice by @muddyorbsblr
Practice Makes Perfect | 1 | 2 | 3 by @simplyholl
Yield to Me by @wheredafandomat
Underneath the Christmas Tree by @holdmytesseract
A Cool December Night by @lady-rose-moon
Evergreen by @joyful-enchantress
A Cozy Christmas by @holymultiplefandomsbatman
The Greatest Showman by @lokisgoodgirl
Mischief and Miracles by @mochie85
Eggnog by @peachyjinx
"Snow Bound" by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
Sweet and Spicy by @coldnique
Loki's Little Secret | 1 | 2 | 3 by @vbecker10
Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked
A Clandestine Christmas by @lokisgoodgirl
Sweeter than Pralines by @fictive-sl0th
Lazy Morning by @wheredafandomat
The Joker and The Queen by @holdmytesseract
Man of the Month by @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr masterlist linked
All I Could Give You by @muddyorbsblr
Kintsugi by @mygfloki
Chocolates and Promises by @michelleleewise part 1 linked
Hostile F*cks Collection by @lokisgoodgirl
I'll Love You No Matter What by @kalinaselennespeaks
Game Night by @mcufan72
Have Some Tea by @kilikina34512
The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked
Wicked Desires by @fictive-sl0th part 1 linked
The Christmas a God Came to Visit by @wheredafandomat
Admit It by @fluffyfantasticducky
The Mischievous Adventures of Lokitty by @michelleleewise masterlist linked
Merry Christmas! by @holdmytesseract
Yuletide Delights by @cake-writes
Full by @cake-writes
Panacea by @cake-writes
New Years Eve by @simplyholl
Loki's Di-Llama by @michelleleewise @xorpsbane
NYE @ Thors? by @wheredafandomat
Rescuing Thor: Loki and Ella's Misadventures by @psychospore
James Conrad
Dangerous Paradise by @holdmytesseract
Magnus Martinsson
Should We Tell Them? by @muddyorbsblr
Doctor Stephen Strange + his Variants
Boundless by @futureplayboibunnie
Like Real People Do by @dumpsterhippie
Christmas Time by @vickie-mcmuffin
The Anchor by @space-mermaid-writing masterlist linked
Gentle by @futureplayboibunnie
It Started With a Whisper by @whore4sherlockholmes
Everybody Talks by @writingliv
Wong, the Matchmaker by @pinkthick
Sherlock Holmes
It's Lovely, Isn't It by @feral-for-strange
Just an Experiment by @strangelockd
Beg for Forgiveness by @a-cup-of-earl-grey-please
I Love You by @strangelockd
Merry Christmas, Sherlock by @writingliv
Please show your support for these fabulous authors by commenting on and reblogging their posts!
See you all next week for your regularly scheduled programming!
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Moodboards Masterlist
A collection of moodboards and banners that I've created.
Most of the moodboards I've created are for series that I've written. You can find those with the corresponding fic.
These moodboards don't have a story attached to them.
Some are for challenges.
Some, I've created for friends.
DM me if you'd like one done. 🥰
Navy & Roo's Slumber Party Challenge
Week 1: Test Your Palette Challenge "A Night With The Captain"
Week 2: Outside the Box Challenge "Salt Shaker"
Week 3: Artistic Liberties Challenge "On An Island, In The Sun"
Week 4: What's Your Aesthetic Challenge "Blood & Honey"
April Challenge: Mob AU "Bucky and Rosaline"
May Challenge: Free-For-All "Strawberries"
June Challenge: Summer Vibes "Wanderlust"
July Challenge: Christmas in July "Wanderlust: The Redwoods"
Date Night with Loki and Bucky
Moodboards I've done for Friends
@michelleleewise
"Worthy" Dark!Thor x Female Reader
"Chocolates and Promises" Loki x Female Reader
@springdandelixn
"Against The Tide" Dark!James Conrad x Female Reader
@joyful-enchantress
Loki and Adam Masterlist
@muddyorbsblr
"Relinquish The Crown" Asgard!Loki x Female Reader
@lokiprompts
"Appropriate" Loki x Female Reader
@lokisgoodgirl
"Hostile F*cks Collection" Avenger!Loki x Female Reader
@ijuststareatstuffhereok89
"Don't Fear The Reaper" SoftDomLoki x Female Reader
@holdmytesseract
"Baby Fever AU" Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Female Reader
@sarahscribbles
Page Banner
@give-me-a-moose
"Charmspeaker Collection" Avenger!Loki x Fem!Charmspeaker!Reader
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Read: 2022
Because I - somehow - managed to only pick up books I liked, or loved, this year, and I know I like hearing about what others are reading: a list of what I read in 2022.
Series
The Witcher (The Last Wish, Sword of Destiny, Blood of Elves, Time of Contempt, Baptism of Fire, The Tower of Swallows, Lady of the Lake, Season of Storms) - Andrzej Sapkowski: Working through these took me most of the year, but it was worth it. I grew up reading 90s sf&f magazines much like Fantastyka, and the tone of the first two books, especially, was very nostalgic for that. If you have the patience for an eight-novel trek and a love for dry, snarky fantasy, or any interest in the source material for the franchise, I'd recommend these. And that isn't even the hyperfixation talking.
The Locked Tomb (Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth) - Tamsyn Muir: Singing my appreciation for this insane series every day. These get hyped for a reason, and that reason is that they will take you out at the kneecaps. I mean - what if your obnoxious millennial lesbian protagonists were also a profound exploration of mortality and grief? What if God was real and present and also just some particularly mediocre guy? What if tragedy and magic and Pyrrhic victory and no happy endings for anybody? I think Alecto might be the end of me when it gets published, and I will go to that death gladly.
Poetry
Water I Won't Touch - Kayleb Rae Candrilli: Reflections on transitioning, growing up in hostility, and finding joy in adulthood. Melancholy; also, hopeful. Made me smile a lot. Gay.
The Necessity of Wildfire - Caitlin Scarano: I picked this up because part of the description - "the unraveling of long-term relationships, the complexity of their sexuality, and the decision not to have children" - sucked me in. Very glad I did. The nature imagery here is particularly vivid and effective.
Things You May Find Hidden in my Ear: Poems from Gaza - Mosab Abu Toha: Poems about Palestinian life in Gaza. While good poetry often moves me, it doesn't usually make me shed actual tears, but this did.
Pecking Order - Nicole Homer: Reflections on motherhood and Blackness and identity within family and other social hierarchies. This one had teeth. Immediate favorite.
Drinking to Sainthood - Devin Devine: Local author out of Portland. Themes: religion, queer sexuality, death and addiction, aftermath and recovery. This was fascinating, and heartbreaking, and gorgeous.
Short story collections
The Glassy, Burning Floor of Hell - Brian Evenson: Short horror stories. The fear here is mostly the subtle psychological kind, with a definite sci-fi lean in most cases.
The Lonely Stories - ed. Natalie Eve Garrett: Meditations on loneliness in various forms, from before and during the pandemic, but not mostly focusing on lockdown.
Report From Planet Midnight - Nalo Hopkinson: NH is among my favorite modern authors, and this collection is part essay/lecture, part short works of fiction. I'd read the stories before, but the lecture was new to me. If you care about science fiction's recent history of grappling with racism (or watched any part of the drama around RaceFail circa 2009), I'd go so far as to call this fandom history required reading.
Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel - Julian K. Jarboe: The opening line of the first story is "The first nice thing I ever did to my body was tear it open." It's a hell of a beginning to a hell of a book. The tagline is "body-horror fairy tales and mid-apocalyptic Catholic cyberpunk," which is apt. I'm actually almost done with this, and I started it a day and a half ago. I haven't been able to put it down.
Longform Fiction
Small Things Like These - Claire Keegan: A very quick read. Deeply unsettling historical fiction about a common man's encounter with one of Ireland's Magdalene laundries, and the horrors they contained. CK's writing style is very stark, spare, and lovely for it. I wish I could do half as much in 100 words as she does in 10.
Comfort Me With Apples - Catherynne Valente: The premise here is: what if Eve hadn't been the first woman after all (read: this is a horror story)? Short and… well, not sweet (more gory), but as good as everything else CV writes.
A Dowry of Blood - S. T. Gibson: Vampire romance about the brides of Dracula. Come for the polyamory, stay for the grisly murder. I wanted this to be scarier than it was, but it was certainly fun.
The Only Harmless Great Thing - Brooke Bolander: An alternate-history sci-fi novella. In a past where humanity learned to communicate with elephants by sign language, US Radium begins buying them to work in factories after the social fallout of the radium girls incidents. Inspiring, in the "will make you want to commit acts of uncivil disobedience" kind of way.
Haven - Emma Donoghue: Non-genre historical fiction, which is not usually my kind of thing, but I picked this one up on the recommendation that the story was mostly in the incredible character development, which it was. It examines the consequences of isolation and fanaticism on a trio of seventh-century monks, who set out to found a monastery on Skellig Michael off the Irish coast.
The Book Eaters - Sunyi Dean: A modern dark fairy tale, about people who eat books - and occasionally, human minds. This was an excellent look at the worst things love can do to people, and what kind of monster someone might be willing to become for the sake of their family. I'm excited to see what this author does in the future.
And that's it! If anyone wants to share what they read this year, please tag me; I'm curious to hear what you've got 👀
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Crossed Swords:To The Hilt [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]
Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection
A Link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: (10) 'Master of Blades' Laufeyson makes good on his threat promise.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Hostility. (w/c 3.3k)
The door to the blade depositary closed with a soft click beneath Loki’s palm.
You let your eyes crawl over the exotic weaponry hanging on the walls as he stalked behind you.
Longswords, broadswords, axes, spears, rapiers; all exquisitely arranged to Steve’s meticulous wallchart. The expansive short-sword display was unsurprisingly, sparse.
“Does any particular weapon draw your attention, Agent?” Loki’s deep voice rasped, sliding his hands purposefully over your hips.
You let your head roll back against his shoulder as he pulled you to him, feeling his arousal hard as marble against the curve of your ass. Loki’s fingers grazed over your mound, tracing lightly over your hood through the leggings.
“Why do you insist on being so wilful, Agent?” he purred menacingly, pressing his fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves. “So inflammatory. Crossing swords with a god...” he tsk'd, dripping with condescension.
You gasped as his fingers dragged upwards, pulling gently at your clit.
“Your first offence...the red dress, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.” he sneered, ignoring your soft moans of pleasure. “Simple ignorance. Your subconscious attempt to rouse my jealousy without understanding the consequences of your actions, perhaps.” Loki inhaled deeply into your hair. “But this…” he growled on the exhale.
His fingers fluttered beneath your t-shirt, hooking under the red lace of your g-string. “This is an act of defiance. A confrontation…” He pulled the fabric outward.
“…an act of mischief.” Loki tutted, releasing the elasticated lace with a sharp thwack against your skin.
“Did you hope that by flaunting this feeble war-cry that you would set fire to my jealousy? Did you like it so much the first time?” he snorted, stepping backward. To your shame, you whimpered at the loss of his touch.
Loki chuckled thoughtfully, releasing a low hum as he ran his hands covetously down the curve of your waist. “You have unleashed something far more unpredictable than my jealousy, Agent...” he murmured darkly. "My admiration.”
“Your admiration seems in high demand today.” you mustered, circling your hips against the protrusion. Loki’s hands froze, before one rose and unsheathed the sword from the holster tight on his back. The scrape of steel on leather made you shiver. “Ah, you heard my guest, then.” he said quietly, extending his arm in front of you.
The Asgardian longsword threw glimmers in the low light. The blurred reflections of your shapes glinted in the blade, before he ran the flat diagonally across your breasts. Cool metal grazed your nipples as Loki let out an exaggerated moan in your ear. “What did you feel, Agent? Hearing me with another. Tell me.”
“Nothing.” you gasped, raising your hand up over the blade to slide along the chiselled landscape of his cheekbone. “Liar.” he rumbled, his warm breath making arousal seep deeper into the lace. You tugged his hair in a fist. Hard.
“You feel more than you let on, Agent. The malice, the venom.” He moaned as his thick cock dragged against your lower back through his tight pants. “The supposed hatred that I make you feel as I do. Isn’t that right?”
“I do...I fucking...hate you, Loki” you moaned, as his flattened fingers pressed upward against your sex. Instinctively your grip tightened around the clutch of his hair, pulling his face downward into the curve of your neck.
He hummed thoughtfully, thrusting gently against your ass. “I know you do, darling.” he cooed, breath hitching as your free hand grasped against his hips. “Powerful...isn’t it?”
In a flash Loki spun you, pulling you flush to his bare chest in a ravenous kiss. You heard the priceless sword clatter from his hand to the floor, realising that the god’s spandex top and leather holster had melted away.
Only the fencing pants remained.
Ropes of shoulder muscle shifted beneath the straps as his tongue filled your mouth, wet passion smothering you. Your fingernails scraped down his carved stomach, feeling the weight of his hands spread wide across your ass.
You slid the straps over his shoulders, mapping every centimetre they edged down those solidly curved biceps. Pressing them to the skin, you felt the fabric tug against his fine forearm hair before letting them fall sluttishly around his hips.
Loki’s flat stomach clenched as he thrust forward, the hardness imprisoned within the tight fencing pants straining. You tucked a finger inside the waistband, pulling it out before letting it snap back to his taut skin. “Tease.” Loki growled playfully, his eyes narrowing as you bit your lip.
He groaned as your fingers skimmed the outline of his arousal like a magnet, a wordless beg that made your pussy gape. “Yesss…” he groaned gratefully as you sank slowly to your knees, letting your palms run greedily over the soft material bound to his thighs like a second skin.
Fingers dug into the firm flesh, nudging him backwards. He backed into the display of daggers with a soft clang as you edged closer, the thin material of your leggings letting the burn of the carpet sink through. This is madness, you thought; as your face buried in his crotch, inhaling the deep, musky scent through the fabric which taunted you. Madness.
“Doesn’t it make you f-feel alive?” Loki gasped, as your fingers toyed with the zip. All you could muster were shallow pants as the zip drew lower; from below his naval to the seat of his desire. He groaned again as your fingers wrapped around his manhood, salvation from its confinement.
“I’ve taken the liberty of adding a minor…enchantment…to your body.” he smirked. It grew wider as you raised an eyebrow. “Patience.” he said coolly, silencing your question before it passed your lips.
“Don’t you ever shut up?” you murmured against his finger, looking up at him coyly with his cock resting in your hand. He lowered his chin, the dark tendrils of hair loose from its ties falling around his jaw. Loki’s brow furrowed in anticipation as he watched your fingertips trace along the velvet skin. “Make me, Agent.” he smouldered, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Make me...behave.”
A renewed wave of adrenaline flooded your core. I’ll make you fucking behave, prick; you thought, the challenge rushing in rapids through your bloodstream. I’ll make you forget their name. You leant forward, fastening your lips around the thick, leaking tip of his godly cock.
Another soft clang let you know that Loki’s head had fallen back against the weaponry.
The corners of your mouth stretched in the painfully delicious way you remembered from the motel, his obscene manhood inching inside with every wave of your tongue. Loki’s natural scent clinging to his pubic hair made saliva well around his length. You hummed, letting it squeeze around every sliver of available space as you saw his fist clench and unclench by his side out the corner of your eye.
You let your lips slide down his flesh, fully coated and ready to be devoured. With a final inhale through your nostrils, you let it glide to the back of your throat; pressing your lips together.
“Slowly...take me..g-gods...a-all the way.” Loki moaned, fingers winding lightly in your hair. You pushed further, feeling the girth pulse against your tonsils. “To the h-hilt.” he choked, releasing a guttural grunt as you did just that.
A tingling warmth flooded your mouth, easing down your throat. He hasn’t cum already, has he? The thought was fleeting, before another sensation hit.
With every inch you drew slowly back along his length, the feeling lessened. You dove forward again, fingers digging deeper against his muscular hips.
It rose again. Like your nipples being brushed teasingly through a cotton t-shirt. Like a wave of unstoppable pleasure growing slowly between your thighs while being stroked by a talented lover. Like being fucked.
And like being fucked well.
The enchantment, you realised in awe; thrusting your mouth forward onto his desperately hard cock with even more enthusiasm. The tip pressed against the wet back of your throat, making you whimper with the first sparks of orgasm. Every stroke of his perfect manhood inside your mouth was magic, a mysteriously new centre of pleasure making feral arousal slosh higher and higher in your belly.
It’s not possible, you thought. Loki’s winding grip in your hair tightened as the indescribable feeling threatened to overwhelm you. He began to thrust lightly into your open mouth, the sway of his hips making you clench around air as you sucked him mercilessly. But with this asshole…you chided yourself, anything is possible.
The thick veins of his cock pulsed on your tongue as you moaned; lips sealed tight. Every gasp of pleasure from the god above you made the mess between your legs thicker; arousal seeping into the gusset of your leggings. The back of your throat was sizzling bliss; each press of his tip making nirvana well within your desperate cunt.
“Norns...m-more, Agent. Fuck me with that bratty mouth of yours.” he snarled, thighs trembling as you wrapped your fingers around the root of his girth. “F-fuck…” he gasped, a judder sending several daggers behind him bouncing to the floor.
I am going to cum from sucking his goddam dick, you realised with frightening intensity as you gripped tight to the open waistband of the fencing pants. You were gyrating against air, rocking yourself backwards and forwards along the endless column between his legs. Loki spread his feet wider to stifle a buckle, one hand flying to a shelf at the side.
“I’m going to cum, Agent.” he warned formally between heavy breaths, a hand grasping messily around the handle of an axe askew on the wall. Another moan choked through the vacuum of your lips, pumping your hand at the base while you devoured him greedily. The shaft pressed deeper, saliva drooling down your chin as tears of pleasure pricked your eyes. A groan from your full mouth vibrated his cock, feeling his balls tighten. You were cumming, too.
Loki’s fingers carded your hair before sliding down to your shoulder, rocking you through the final, aching strokes to his undoing.
“Fuck. Yes.. oh… gods...Agen-”
He exploded.
A wave of hot liquid filled every crevice of your mouth, coating the back of your throat accompanied by one guttural roar from Loki above. The inexplicable orgasm rolling within you fell over the other side of crescendo, white noise bubbling in your eardrums.
You spluttered as Loki’s silky cum welled at the entrance to your windpipe, struggling against the weight of your own bliss as you fought for breath. He pushed you back gently, concern etched on his sweat-moistened face.
“You almost k-killed me.” you slurred, looking up as he broke out in a mischievous smile at your dishevelled state. A thick drip rolled down your chin.
“Death by semen inhalation. Oh dear…” he murmured, raising you to your feet. “Although it would certainly make for an interesting obituary.”
Now that you could breathe, the taste of his seed flooded your senses. Vanilla, sweet...like liquid pudding blended with a sprinkling of salt. Loki’s thumb grazed your lips, bringing it immediately to his own. His cheekbones hollowed as he sucked it clean.
“Is that a...god thing?” you said softly, not wanting to hasten the fade of his taste on your tongue. Loki chucked mirthlessly. “I can tell you for a fact that my brother’s arousal does not taste thus, if that is what you mean.”
You frowned. “That wasn’t what I-”
Loki’s hand cupped your jawline, titling it upwards as he moulded his lips possessively to yours. He worked you backwards, your knees hitting the solid rectangular seat in the centre of the room. The god pushed your shoulders down, setting you with a jolt on top of the sterile cushioning.
“He eats too much of your Midgardian junk foods. It taints the source you see.” he muttered.
That look was back. The one that flamed in his eyes as his sword grazed his brother’s throat. Loki’s fingers found the waistband of your leggings peeling them from your limbs in one graceful swipe. You gasped as he settled on his knees, spread thighs bulging against the white fabric of the fencing pants. He had tucked his enormous cock back within its holster, but it pressed fiercely against the flimsy cage. Biding its time.
“What Thor said...about your lovers-” you stammered, seeing deep lines appear in his forehead. “What did you whisper to him? In the fight when you-”
“Know this.” Loki’s snapped, his hand flying to your throat and tracing his fingers firmly over the curve. He squeezed gently, letting his fingertips graze over your collarbone. His touch was electricity; jealous lust flooding through his skin to yours.
You didn’t flinch, tilting your chin upwards.
Loki’s eyes followed the exploration of your skin, before rising to meet your questioning stare. “If you ever lie with him, I will destroy you.” he said solemnly.
“Is that a threat?” you coyed, squirming against the seat. He was insufferable. But man alive, he was one hot motherfucker.
“Of course it is.” he hissed, before leaning forward and gripping the waistband of your red panties between his teeth with a growl. They pulled, the elastic cutting into your skin before breaking with a pathetic snap. Loki knelt back, the lace hanging between his jaws like a dog toy. With a grimace, he spat it to the floor.
“It is only by the grace of your misguided discretion that your other lover still has the means to pleasure you.” he sneered coldly, observing the tattered fabric with suspicion before his malevolent gaze rose to yours. “But no matter. He will never satisfy you again by the time we are finished here.”
Your breath hitched as his palms found the inside of your knees, spreading your legs.
Loki bit a bruising suck into your inner thigh, his smouldering eyes fixed on your own. You whimpered, before he drew back, rubbing the mark he had left in his wake.
“It is no business of yours what I whispered to my brother.” Loki murmured to himself, observing his work. “And no business of yours whom I fuck when it is not you, either.”
“Loki wha-”
Before the final syllables left your lips, one of the god’s palms snaked up your stomach and pushed you backwards.
In a flash, his flattened tongue swiped through your soaking folds, collecting the sticky cum already gathered. “Oh god...Loki” you exhaled softly, feeling his muscle dip inside your dripping channel, swirling and caressing every nerve.
You knew that he hadn’t been lying about his talents, but the sight of him kneeling before you; the delicately muffled moans leaking from his lips around your cunt...it was almost too much to bear.
You threw your head back to stifle a moan, feeling the veins of your neck harden as he ate you out like a sexual demon. Sinfully rich groans of enthusiasm floated from between your thighs as you bucked into his open mouth, completely lost. You could feel yourself opening, every insecurity you had ever known melting in the enthusiasm of his furious adoration.
Loki’s fingertips grasped at your stomach, massaging gently as the other arm steadied one shaking leg. “Don’t fight me.” he whispered wetly between your legs. “Moan for me, Agent. For only me.”
His mouth latched to your clit, sucking the hood as you grasped at the edge of the seat. Your hands were moist with sweat, sliding for purchase as the world began to blur. Loki raised his head, glistening arousal smeared across his cheeks and chin. He blew a strand of hair from his lips.
“You may want to hold onto something a little more...robust” he purred with a smirk, as the familiar leather back holster appeared theatrically in a low glimmer of seidr, wrapping around his bare shoulders.
The tight straps pressed against his shoulders, digging into the skin as he leant forward. Oh Jesus Christ, you thought as your jaw slackened, before he buried himself in your pussy once more.
Your fingers wrapped tentatively around the thick straps, nails digging in to the deliciously firm leather. You pulled.
Loki’s face pressed deeper into your slit, a groan of approval sounding against the wetness. He lapped rhythmically as you rocked into him, his hand sliding down your stomach to loop around the other shaking leg.
“If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.” you panted, feeling him chuckle against your desperate cunt.
But something told you this time he wouldn’t. That this time was different.
Loki’s soft tongue dipped inside, licking his lips before placing another wide trail up the centre of your desire. You had been plateauing for what felt like hours, climax blossoming and ebbing with every passionate swipe.
Strands of hair fell around his cheekbones as he consumed you, wet slurps bass against the high pitch of your needy whimpers. You raised your knees, tilting your pelvis up as you pulled the leather harness further down. Loki grunted against your pussy, pushing your knees back as he pleasured you deeper. “F-fuck, Loki...please...I’m c-close-”
The god let out a guttural growl, sucking your slick folds between his teeth. You thrust against him as his messy licks ravenously devastated every pocket of pleasure between your open thighs.
You craned upwards, nails digging deeper into the leather. The view would be your final undoing.
More of Loki’s hair fell around his jaw, hanging loose as his mouth covered your sex like he would never have enough. His eyes were closed, the thick curves of shoulder muscle rolling as he became lost in your pleasure as if it were his own.
You watched his cheekbones hollow; lips suckling at your clit before you fell over the edge with a wail of his name. Instinctively you pulled the leather holster further, feeling his tongue slide inside your liquid channel as he pulled every last whimper from your spent, shuddering body.
Seconds passed in silence, the only sound in the air your slow, staggered breaths.
“Are you humbled enough to admit it now?” he goaded knowingly, resting back on his knees.
Your hands fell from the leather holster clinging to his bare shoulders. “Uh…that was uh...it was-what?” you stammered, catching your breath. There were stars sizzling behind your eyelids.
For at least another few moments, you wanted to avoid his sanctimonious smugness. Just another few-
“That I’m the best.” he snipped. You jumped as something soft landed on your belly. You looked at him vacantly, before Loki threw his hands in the air. “Get dressed.” he snapped.
“What about the swords? We...we need to put them back.” you panted, shuffling up on your elbows. “They are back.” Loki drawled, nodding casually to a large trunk in the corner that was definitely not on Steve’s wallchart.
You looked from the trunk back to Loki, running your eyes over his bare chest shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. Your cum glistened on his lips, his chin, his cheeks.
“If you’re a very good girl, and manage to hold that smart tongue of yours...perhaps you’ll earn more after the mission tonight.” Loki’s keen gaze followed your own, meeting it with a frown as you lay dazed on the bench.
You groaned, eyes squeezing shut as reality came crashing home. “Or perhaps you have other plans? Surely you are not so cock-drunk for me that you forgot about the mission.” Loki sneered, a flicker of jealousy skating over his otherwise placid features.
The spandex top suddenly manifested back onto his lithe frame like dripping tar, the leather holster melting to nothing. He smoothed his hair back, collecting the damp curls which had fallen in a swirl of magic as it became perfectly placed once again. The tight trousers creased around his thighs; the heaviness of his relentlessly hard cock outlined against the white fabric.
“Are you never satisfied?” you huffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes while you tried not to let out a whimper. You wanted more. Always more. And it was torture. He was torture.
Loki slid the straps of the fencing pants in place over his shoulders with a chuckle before stalking across the floor. He leant over your sprawled body, placing his hands on the seat to either side. His firm biceps bulged against the spandex as he lowered, tongue pressing inside your mouth in a passionate kiss.
He’s never done that before, you thought; as you melted into his unexpected touch. Not after.
Loki withdrew, rubbing his smooth cheek against yours. Your skin tingled, the graze of a secret smile pressing against your jaw from his lips. His warm breath caressed your ear, the scent of your cum thick on his breath as he spoke.
“Never.” he purred slowly.
You shivered, feeling his power seep through the sliver of air between you. “Now do what Daddy tells you, Agent...and get dressed.”
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cheat day - Damian Wayne/Reader/Jon Kent
Pairing: Damian / Catgirl!Reader / Jon
Tags/Warnings: aged up characters, thr*esome, deepthr*oting, face f*ck, oral (m & f receiving), vaginal s*x, double p*netration, sky s*x, Damian/Jon.
Word Count: 12,106
Notes: This has been a fantasy of mine forEVER, so in a tiny way of celebrating Jon's Supermanhood (puns puns puns), I'm sharing it with u. I totally break the laws of dick and throat physics here, but fiction exists for a reason 🥴
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You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe it when Jon had given in with a big sigh, when Damian loaded you into his (Robin-branded) submarine, and when the underwater murk of the Metropolis bay seperated to reveal the Fortress of Attitude. Jon and Damian's secret mancave that you'd been hearing about for years now. No matter how much you'd threatened or begged, Jon and Damian always refused to give you a tour of their little club house. With the way they'd been talking about it, you expected a no girls allowed sign plastered on the door of the loading bay.
In the passenger's seat, the view had stunned you into silence. Damian piloted the sub into the air lock chamber and activated the draining system, which reminded you of the rainbow soap in a good car wash. He might have enjoyed it more if it didn't force you to cozy up in the sub together. He'd scowled the entire ride, clearly displeased that Jon had invited you without consulting him.
Okay. Maybe it was more about you being Catgirl than it was about the Fortress. But you'd spent months now reforming with the Super Sons, so this was probably, at least in Damian's mind, a final test of your trustworthiness. In yours, it was a gold mine of hot superhero guys to toy with.
You'd cut out the stealing. You'd been a good girl, using your skills only for Batman's war on crime. Selina had even said she was proud of you. So, to balance out all that good, you were allowed one teeny-tiny, totally inconsequential, naughty act. As a treat.
This, well. This was a whole dessert.
Robin you'd been pissing off since you were both in diapers, chasing each other in circles like a cat with it's tail. He'd gone from a little asshole who'd stab you given the chance, to a slightly bigger asshole who just boredly begged you to put the diamonds down, Catgirl, and finally to this. Damian. Your favorite toy, only because he knew he was one and pretended to hate it. He was one of the handsomest guys you'd ever set eyes on. Robin was built like a brick shithouse, stacked with abs you could scrub laundry on, pecs you could bounce a quarter off of, and a face that constantly seemed to be thinking about tearing your panties off. Or throwing cuffs on you to drag you to Blackgate. Either one. When he wasn't brooding holes in the floor, Damian was one of those boys that was secretly all sweetness and sugar, treating you special and only you.
-
Robin slammed you against the brick wall, chest heaving for breath against your back. "Caught," he panted, "you."
You'd make this last chase hard for him. Ever since you'd learned Damian's secret identity, you made careful attempts to insert yourself into his civilian life. Of course, Damian took this as some kind of hostile takeover in which you planned to blackmail him, but really all you wanted was to spend some time with Damian instead of Robin. (And okay, you were totally tailing him, but it wasn't like the creep hadn't done the same to you). Robin was dangerous and mouthy and hot. Damian had seemed to be, from your angle watching him leave his university's chess club meeting, a cute, collected college student who thought he was smarter than you. He wasn't. That was why plain-clothes Damian thought he was chasing you, when in reality, you were leading him exactly where you wanted.
"Or maybe," you pushed up on your tip-toes so your butt was completely buried in his lap, head lolled back into his shoulder, "I've caught you."
Damian didn't go tense. He was too used to your flings to tense up at new touching, but he did give a heavy sigh.
A cool nose pressed against the crook of your neck. "If you missed me, all you had to do was call."
"Call what?" You scoffed, turning against the wall to face him, and mourned how Damian's hands moved to brace against the brick instead of your body, "the bat-phone?"
Damian made a hmmph sound. Up close, the space between your bodies non-existent, he seemed softer, more touchable. This part of Robin seemed more likely to kiss you all over instead of fuck you senseless. "Fair point. I'll give you my number, if that's what you're being so coy about. But I have a condition."
"Hmm," you tapped your chin. Robin's eyes, Damian's eyes, watched the movement too closely. "Maybe. What do you have in mind?"
Looming over you, Damian glanced over his shoulder to see if you were alone on the university's rooftop, then tenderly wrapped you up in his embrace. The routine is familiar to you. Damian checks that you're alone. Damian checks a second time, mask dropping. Then he lets loose all that heavy armor so only his gooey center remains, loving and kissable. First, his large, calloused hands lifted yours and kissed them once each. He drew them over his shoulders like you were a high school couple at a dance. It was cute enough to entertain, so you folded your hands over the back of his neck and took in his next kindnessess. Damian then squeezed you against him, warm cheek to warm cheek, in a full bodied hug.
"Just this," Damian murmurs. His tone is soft and perhaps a bit croaky, all on top of the smooth, sexy voice that could entice anyone to bed. "I... missed you too."
"Really?" You let your smug satisfaction pour from your words, "Just a good, long hug? That's all you want in exchange for me being in your civilian life?"
Damian's right hand, his bowing hand for his violin, flushed tight to your body and moved up it, back to hips to ribs, so he could turn your chin up and angle your lips in line with his. A spark jumped off the hazy moss green of his eyes, which turned crystalline in the sunset. Green steam off a rainforest blown into amber dusk. He had longer lashes than most models did, and his eyes were unfairly, beautifully sharp and feminine. In some ways he reminded you of a nature spirit, with preserved youthful beauty and ancient depth. Like a desert in the shape of a man.
An incredibly sexy man.
"Obviously I want to get my cock up that cute little skirt you're wearing as well," Damian said, darkly, pressing his thumb into your lip. "I just preferred to prepare you first. What kind of fling would I be if I wasn't romantic?"
"Average," you answered.
(No matter how many times he made that jump between flirting with you then openly planning to fuck you, you still had to keep a squeak from slipping from your mouth.)
"Precisely," Damian scoffed. He took you by the hips and whirled your around, immediately shunting up your skirt so it bunched around your belly, "And when have I ever been anything less than above-average, Catgirl?"
His belt buckle rattles. After all this time, the sound still shocks pleasure straight into your core. You press closer to the wall and scold yourself. Without one word of command you've turned around, planted your hands on the wall, and spread your legs, just for Damian to see.
"Never," you gasp.
And he does a lot more than just look. Damian hooks his finger into your underwear and drops it around your ankles, taking generous handfuls of your thighs and ass as he does. If there's flesh to squeeze or stroke, he does both. Damian's hand eventually traces your aching core. He considers his options as his warm fingers wet themselves with your slick, sucking them clean with a wet slurping sound. Damian hums, like he's just decided how hard he's going to fuck you.
"Condom?" He asks.
"Pill," you reply.
Damian chuckles, low in his throat and dirty. You feel his hands brace against the brick above you, sculpted chest forcing your top half flat to the wall, and then his warm cockhead brushes your pussy. He's brutal with it. He taps himself to your clit until you gasp, he soaks himself on your slick until you pant for breath. You couldn't push back into him if you tried, too, with how strong Damian is. The hands knuckling the brick overhead slip down to pin your own, contorting you flat to the wall so you can take his dick best.
"Good girl," Damian praises, and then he slams all the way in.
You can't speak. Your breath is compressed out of you in one long blow. Your body seizes, your words catch in your throat, your pussy immediately clenches down upon the intrusion, wrapping you around Damian's massive, girthy cock. He doesn't piston or buck his hips, because even that is too slow a pace for Damian. You're piped so good and so relentlessly that you can't even get enough breath to moan. That's how you know this is for you instead of Damian. Had this been for Damian, there would be candles and mood lighting and far more kissing. But he knows you, and he loves you, so Damian snaps your hands behind your back and fucks you, railing you in a blur of speed the Flash would envy.
He stops. It's brief, but it's like being bathed in a sea of hot pleasure only to be ripped out into the cold air, exposed. Damian drops his lips onto your shoulder, then lathers his hands down your body. He appreciatively squeezes your breasts, feels along your ribs, then secures your hips in place to fuck you more solidly. Then he does.
It's wet. That's the first word that comes to mind, when your brain manages to churn out a thought in the first place. There's no thinking, no internal monologue. Your mind isn't necessarily blank. But any moment spent away from this one comes at the grave cost of missing how Damian destroys you, so you prefer to soak in your nerves and his touch instead of your mind. Juices spill between your bodies: Damian's thighs viciously snap against your sensitive, aching ass, and his cock plunges through your slick with the most obscene noises you can imagine. You could tell the sex was good based on the noises alone. Every throb of Damian's cock thrummed through your entire lower half, doubling the pleasure. Fierce hands pin your hips in place. Even with Damian's cock drilling you through the wall, his grip is so strong that you couldn't move even if you wanted too. The pleasure is even better than you'd remembered or imagined. It takes all of your effort not to cum on the spot so this moment can last, but it doesn't matter—Damian would keep fucking you anyway.
You're ravaged. Everything about Damian is physical, but this especially, claiming you with his hands and his manhood, biting your flesh, licking hickeys into your neck. Your feet are barely touching the ground because Damian is so brutally deep, keeping you squished between his broad chest and the brick. With every roll of his hips you're plastered tighter to the wall, legs spreader further and further apart. It's the ultimate, sluttiest fantasy: the hot guy you've been crushing on for years now throws you against the wall, rips off your underwear and just wails on you. Damian's not just any hot guy, either: he does you as he does all things, to excel. If sex was a skill you could critique and study as closely as art or music, Damian's technique was perfect. He knew exactly what you wanted, how you wanted it, and how to give it well. He alternates between surging inside you fast enough to make thunder, to slowly filling you in inch by massaging inch. When your squeals get raspy, one of Damian's arms cinches around your middle. His smooth, long-fingered hand cups your belly as it decends, only to seperate your folds with two thick digits and jerk them against your pulsing clit.
"Damian!" You mewl. He has you mewling, now.
"Enjoying yourself, Catgirl?" Damian growls, voice grinding against the harsh end of his throat. His smile bleeds smugness into your ear, "Fuck, you are so tight."
"You're so big," you moan a laugh into his mouth. Damian sears his lips to yours from over your shoulder, but it's not good enough for him.
You're moved sideways. Damian takes one of your legs and hooks it onto his bicep so he can squeeze his cockhead between your legs from the side, really testing your Catgirl flexibility, but it's less for the change in angle and more so Damian can kiss you. Kiss is an understatement, though. He claims your mouth with his, rooting your lips together and dragging his tongue against your own, doing all of this while moaning into your mouth like it was you fucking him. Damian's wet tongue tasted like black coffee, dominating your kiss with ease. And of course, because he's perfect, Damian's cock persists inside your pussy with the same passion as the kiss, stealing every ounce of your senses for himself. When his broad hand splays across your belly and his finger return to flawlessly stroking your clit, you lose it.
He's smirking. The fucker is smirking. Damian is fucking you senseless, kissing you senseless, fingering you senseless, and smirking. His cock is buried in your pulsing cunt to the hilt just as the wire in you snaps, and Damian smirks against your moaning lips, knowing just how good he is. Just how much you love it.
Your twitching hips are filled by Damian's seed. It was easier to tell how much he came when he did it across your face or even down your throat, but you knew it would be a massive load. Damian kept on smirking as he stuffed you with cum, revelling in the ecstacy flushed all over your face. His grip on your thigh is white-knuckle close, so you could feel his abs tense against your clit, cock pulsating back and forth with your pussy.
Damian sorts you. He pulls out, rights his slacks, then dips onto his knees to help you back into your panties. You're so dizzy with bliss that Damian has to do most of the work, but you'd done the same for him plenty of times. This time, though, was for your pleasure, so Damian pulls your skirt back in place, then licks your juices off of his fingers all for your viewing bliss. His plump lips flush just right around his fingers, and his handsome jawline catches the fading sun like his skin was made of gold.
Then, he was back to business as usual. Damian plucked up your phone, put his number into it (how had he known your code?), and left you with a sweet kiss when he replaced it in your jacket pocket.
"I had a lovely time, Catgirl," he whispers into your ear, "call me?"
"S-sure," you said.
He disappears as soon as you blink.
You sigh, grin to yourself, and let a shiver of pure pleasure roll up your body at the thought of him. His cum pours into your underwear in hot, salty globs. Your hips are as marked and appreciated as your neck is. You're left there seeing white, and when you finally start to make sense of your surroundings, even then your vision spirals with stars.
Damn him. Damn Damian Wayne.
-
Jon wasn't as different from Damian as people thought. After a pretty intense job, Selina had moved the two of you out to Metropolis to lay low. That hadn't lasted very long. Superboy was a total pain in the ass because, not only did he never yield when it came to you sneaking away with your plunder, but he made you feel guilty. He'd sit you down while you waited for the cops to show up, lecturing you about stealing like the curb outside the lab he'd caught you in was a school office, and he the principal. Superboy would do this every single time. On the third or fourth, it was kind of... hot. His round, masculine face would take on this stern look that always made you press your thighs together. Flirting as a distraction was more Selina's thing, but you couldn't help yourself. Are you gonna spank me, Superboy? You'd smirk at him. I think I deserved to be punished. Will you punish me? Jon stopped falling for that by the time it was safe for you to return to Gotham. But you could tell that you'd hooked him. He patrolled with Damian twice as often, hoping to see you.
You couldn't blame Jon. If you had a taboo crush on a sexy, jewel-thieving criminal who'd taken your virginity in the most mind blowing way possible, you'd look for ways to see them again too.
-
You deserved some serious points for this. You deserved the best dessert you could imagine and the value of all your steals in cash, just because you'd done such a fantastic job.
Catwoman had told you to distract him.
Superboy's eyes were mostly hidden by the hand sunk against his cherry-red face. You were unsure if aliens sweat, but Jon was certainly shaking, head to toe and gut-deep. At any moment he would probably crumble onto his trembling knees and collapse on top of you, cumming his suit. The only thing keeping him upright was your hands steadied on his legs. Just watching you work made Jon yelp and gasp. Under his hand, you liked to imagine Superboy was biting his lip hard enough to break skin. You didn't blame him. You were good at blowjobs, but more importantly, you enjoyed them. It was the only job you did messily. Especially this one: as deep on Jon's cock as you could go, you guzzled him down, mouth slurping and squelching. When your lips smushed in a ring against Jon's naval, his cock made a satisfying guck noise in your throat. His eyes rolled up and shut so quickly he could have passed out. Taking that as a sign to let him breathe again, you locked your mouth around his girth and sucked back, adding to the bubbles and ropes of saliva attaching your chin to his thick dick.
Jon wailed, low and erotically. "O-oh my Rao."
Needless to say, you'd distracted Superboy.
Catwoman had definitely gotten away with the jewels by now, if she was as smart as you were when it was Selina's turn to distract Batman post-crime. You'd never understood the appeal of using your body as an asset before, but toying with Superboy had explained everything to you. There was nothing more fun than showing your tits to a gorgeous man too into his "moral hangups" to stare like he wanted to. It had taken longer than you'd liked to break Superboy, but that only meant the wait would be worth it. Tonight ended perfectly, having earned two prizes: Catwoman's jewels and Superboy's huge, handsome cock in your mouth.
"No one's ever... n-no one..." Superboy panted.
"Well, good thing you choose me to blow you first, huh?" You seductively tongued Jon's balls, sucking them into your mouth one or two at a time (if you could fit them). "Instead of some geeky farm girl with her braces still in, you get a professional."
"Someone who knows," you stroked his cockhead in the welcoming heat of your mouth and slurped back your spit so you could speak, "how to take care of you."
Jon watched his dick drag against your face, appreciating how it looked against your skintone a little too much. "W-wow..."
Taking in a big breath, you locked your lips around Jon's head and gulped him down, watching his face the entire time. He moaned like the amateur he was, constant and shakily. They poured out of him each time you moved, but that was probably because you made every movement count. You bobbed your head with so much enthusiasm it bubbled strings of spit down your front, you flicked your wrists in tandem, occasionally knocking them together as you worked Jon's dick, and your tongue caught the special spot under the ring of his head with every pass. Eventually there was so much spit between your mouth and Jon that it was spilling onto the concrete, so you moved yourself closer to let it pool into your costume.
Jon watched pre-cum and drool drizzle between your cleavage, pressed to the extreme by your tight catsuit, and instantly came in your mouth.
Now, you'd been planning to have sex with Superboy for a while. You'd contemplated what it would mean to do it with an alien, so you were ready for whatever odd sexual secret Kryptonians might have. Worst case scenario, Jon would have pinchers or something and you'd have a neat story to tell. You're glad it's superstrength and an insane amount of cum instead. Very glad.
By the time it's all over, your chest feels like an entire bottle of maple syrup has been squeezed onto it. In your mouth, Jon is as sweet as cake frosting, with the sticky consistency of warm honey. He doesn't have the saltiness that a human man would have. You can't help but eagerly take the stomach-full, gulping him down like he was the first milkshake you'd ever had, dizzying your head with pleasure.
Jon collapses back against the wall, but you keep swallowing, following him back so you press his pelvis into the building with your nose. His expression is the ultimate charicature of lust, rose red, jaw lax with pleasure, brows sewn together. While you're tonguing him clean you get the full view of his throat and jawline, defined by bold strokes that soften into square turns. Jon licks his lips and gasps. You can imagine that tongue buried inside you, stroking your clit at superspeed, driving you crazy, so you're more than disappointed when Superboy disappears.
The moment you lap up his last rope of cum on your tongue, Jon evaporates into a streak of red and blue.
You sit there in shock. Was he embarrassed? Had you done something wrong? Even then, you felt like Superboy was too much of a gentleman to just leave you—
"...Here," Jon materialises just behind you, offering you a handful of napkins and a pack of mints. His face is so red it seems to cast light, coloring his visage against Metropolis's gold midnight shadows. "I-I uh, picked them up from the store real quick cause' I didn't want you to feel gross. I know it's like super icky for girls when they do that, even though it's like awesome for guys—which I can vouch for cause it felt amazing, you were like so good—and I guess I want to say thank you?"
"That's subjective, Superboy."
"Huh?" Jon blanked.
"I said," you unzipped your costume slowly as you stood, rolling your hips from side to side, and smirked as you displayed your cum-soaked tits to him, "that's subjective. Not all people think it's gross."
He was trying hard not to stare at you, then when it occurred to him that he was allowed to, he devoured the sight of your naked skin. Superboy had a handsome gradient of blue in his eyes, one that took in your body like an untamed lion ready to eat.
Jon's brain seemed to leave. "...Think what's gross?"
You rolled your eyes, but that look was exactly what you'd been searching for. So he did have a rough side. It was agonizing, standing there ready for him and waiting, so you massaged up his chest with your palms and obscenely licked the shell of his ear, breasts pressed against him.
"Focus..." you husked at his moan, "Kiss me?"
"You've got..." Jon blushed, "oh, I guess that's kind of hot. I would love to!"
He was so sincere about it that your chest flushed with liking, and because of it your kiss became a little less of a bucket list thing and more a happy thing between two people. Jon was nervous, but no one in Metropolis could call him a coward. You smiled as Jon cupped your face, asked for permission to lift your goggles, which you allowed him—just this once—and kissed you. How you'd swallowed down most of his cum not a minute earlier made Jon apprehensive, but soon enough he was pecking you like you were his little princess, sweeping his arms around your middle and helping you out of your suit. No one had ever treated you like this during sex. Superboy only got braver as the kiss grew messier, and his sweetness grew too. You felt his fingers kiss your spine in circles. Jon parted his lips for a nervous gasp, and you didn't hesitate to soak his tongue with yours, kissing him deeper, faster, more dirtly. Between the pops of your lips, your fingers toyed with his hair in long strokes. Just kissing him made you want Superboy to tongue fuck you, to bruise your legs, to make earthquakes because he fucked you so hard. You told him this as you kissed, licking your way into his mouth and sizzling against his lips, please fuck me, punish me, tell me what a bad girl I've been. Pound me at superspeed until I can only feel how good you are.
Jon pulled away from the kiss. His tremendous blush made him harder to take seriously. "Alright. We can keep going. But you... you can't tell anybody."
You playfully raised your eyebrows. "What? Ashamed of me already, Superblow?"
"No," Jon said, honestly. His voice was a sweet rumble in his throat. You liked that about him; how genuine he was made him all the more fun to tease. Jon snorted, "I like you. You pretend you're one of the bad guys, but I know that you're not. Why would you be here if you were? That's why I don't want to tell anyone."
This made you pause. Dryly, you asked, "Because it'll let all the other criminals know that you'll cave for a blowjob?"
"...Because it will let the other criminals know that you're in with us," Jon rolled his eyes.
At this, you considered putting your clothes back on. You crossed your arms over your exposed breasts. "What do you mean, in with you?"
"I want to make a deal with you," Jon cooly said. It was the most confident you'd ever seen him. A cocky smirk twisted behind his messy hair, which paired well with the gentle hiss of his alien armor opening at the waist. (You supposed to had to come off somehow). "If you start patrolling with Robin and I on the weekends..." Jon's gaze danced through the air in thought, like he hadn't already settled on his offer, "I'll have sex with you for as long as you want. How does that sound?"
Mocking him as obviously as you could, you slid both hands up his chest and pressed your body to his, pouting and batting your lashes at him, "You want this deal because... what? Spending a little time with the two of you will make me into a good guy, like lil' ol' you?"
Jon shrugged, but his eyes glinted with purpose. "Maybe. Maybe I just want to spend a little more time with the prettiest girl in all of Metropolis."
Alright. That was a little flattering. You saw through it, but still, Jon was so genuine. His hands slid solidly over your waist, toying with the waistband of your underwear.
Damian and Jon, pressing in on you on both sides for weeks... Hmm.
"Fine. Deal." You said.
And then you were more than a hundred feet over Metropolis.
You squealed. Jon laughed, startling a circle of birds flying beneath you. He already had his hands secure around your back, having hooked your calves around his hips at superspeed, but you couldn't help but scramble up him and grip his shoulders like a cat in a tree. Your vision spun, and in it the cityscape's frames closed into one, the huge skyscrapers you'd scaled hours before now capable of fitting under your thumb. The wind whipped your hair from your face and bit into your nude skin, wracking a shiver up your spine. Superboy was still chuckling.
"Thanks for the warning!" You hissed.
"I was only getting us some privacy," Superboy smiled. "Someone was coming up the rooftop entrance. The only way to go was up. You didn't want to be caught naked with me, did you?"
"Hm." You turned your lips into his ear, "But I'm not exactly naked, am I?"
Superboy's broad hands squeezed your thighs. He drifted backwards, too high to be seen but too low to freeze in the sky, and comfortably reclined like you weren't so high that you couldn't make out people on the ground anymore.
"I can help with that, if you'd like," he grinned.
Well... this was Superboy. If you were going to have sex with him, it might as well be spectacular—and a couple thousand feet in the air. And he was probably the one man who could give you an opportunity like this.
Finally, you bit your lip and nodded your head.
Scooping you into his arm's hold instead, Jon held you close and peeled off your panties until you could kick them into the wind. You went to comment on how you wanted to keep that pair, but Jon kept you quiet with a passionate tonguing, mumbling his excitement between your brows. Nothing in the world could keep your hands off him. Both because Jon was so beautiful, his voice so soothing, and you kind of didn't want to fall to your death.
"I won't drop you," Jon husked.
Brushing your thumb along the spray of beauty marks on his nose, you shuddered in anticipation, "...I believe you."
Jon couldn't keep his hands off you, either. While one arm was reserved as your seatbelt that locked you into his lap, the other fluttered across your body. It occurred to you that Superboy might've never even had a girlfriend before. His touches were too light, like he was still testing how much strength it took to caress a girl. When you saddled him long enough to feel safe, you ran your free palm over his, dragging his touch deeper into your skin. And when you grew even braver, you dragged Jon's open suit around his thighs with his boxers and began to pump his cock, which pressed against your bare naval. Settled on him right, Jon's length went all the way to your belly button. It was still slick from your blowjob, soaking the inside of his boxers with hot cum and your sticky saliva.
"Please," Jon gasped. His hips jerked up into your hand like frieght train with steel breaks, throwing your entire body up a few inches. His ecstacy was shaded gold by the nightime city glow below.
It took getting used to, but the longer you drank in Jon's features, his hair spiralling in the wind, the salty smell of the bay on the breeze, the hieght flushed your core with heat. There wasn't any real danger. Superboy would catch you, no matter how spaced out he was by a mind-blowing orgasm. But being so close to danger was thrilling. You could already imagine how Damian would try and one-up something as adrenaline-fueled and sexy as a skyfuck with Superboy.
"Don't be gentle," you warned him.
"I have to," Jon winced, "There's no way you'll be able to take it."
Taking him by the seam of his cape, you jerked your faces close, "You said we could do this for as long as I want," you grinned, "I don't want this to last. I want it to be messy, loud and super-speed fast. Either you fuck me into a hospital stay, or we don't have a deal."
Jon closed his eyes and let his head loll back. His flight tilted away, like he was reclined on a bed with you saddling his lap instead of free-hanging in the sky.
"Sorry," he said when he returned to himself, "I just had to make sure I wasn't dreaming."
"This will be better than your dreams," you smirked. Slowly, you shifted up with Jon's shoulder as support. "And I know you've dreamt about it. I'm your dirty little secret, aren't I, Superboy?" You squeezed his cock, base to tip, until it's thick head was soaked against your clit. "You've dreamt about fucking me like this, haven't you? Filling me up all the way with you as my only support, the only thing I can touch in open air..." You smoothed your palms across his abs over the armor, and then rolled his cock into your sore heat.
Jon groaned, "Ngn!"
The stretch was incredible. His first inch makes you both lose your breath, so you're both hovering against each other, moans caught in your throats. Jon lets you settle around him (warm, wet, massive him), and then with all the gentleness in the world, viscously squeezes your ass under his nails and slams in as deep as he could go, sheathed almost to the hilt. Almost—because he's too big to not have an inch or half leftover.
You wail. It's a sensual, fuck-me-more wail, which Jon gasps and chokes back with one of his own. He pulses so hard that his dick stretches out your soft core just saddled there. You let him, arms thrown around his shoulders, and wade in the cozy pleasure with a drooling mouth. Jon kisses you and gasps apologies, and you growl your ecstacy into the heat of his lips. Fuck yes, just like that, f-fuck me just like that!
After you notice the length, and the width, and the pure dimension of the above-average Kryptonian boy, you're astounded by the liquid. Jon's cum and your spit already pour from your sex, but your wetness too drowns any chance at roughness. You're so slick that Jon could twitch and slip out of you. It only makes the suction stronger, so the first time Jon lifts your hips, your pussy squelches and pops off his length, liquid sealing his cock inside you. He slaps you back down on his thighs so fast your head spins, too in love with your tightness to leave all the way. The pleasure of friction is yours, but it's the closeness that makes Jon float a little higher in the air. Just to test, you clamp down on him. Jon pulls a moan from so deep in his throat that you're almost bucked off him entirely. Inside you, his cock twitches just right against your best bundle of nerves.
Your own weight sets you deeper on him. Jon's head doesn't just poke your womb, but flushes against it, totally closed inside you. At the same time, you dip your heads to see the mess you've made of each other. You can barely see the outline of your sensitive pussy under Jon's massive meat, which flushes inside of you once, twice, and a third time, the muscles there convulsing in bliss.
"Faster, fuck, p-please," you whine. It's the opposite of a mistake.
Jon's adam's apple bobs, "Y-You sure?"
You brace your hands on the symbol on his chest, the grooves of the armor cool against your flushed skin. "Give it to me."
Nervously, Jon tests the waters with a few experimental thrusts, rolling his girthy cock hard against your good spot. Satisfied with his plan, he takes off.
In short bursts, you're fucked sensessly. Super-speed is the best kind of vibrator. Jon fills you so fast and so much in such little time that his dick hums inside of you, twenty thrusts a second. A vibrator doesn't give you the satisfying smack of flesh or the liquid, which is truly the hottest part. He gives you seconds in between to breathe, but all you want is for Jon to drill into you like a industrial oil digger. When you cum on only the third burst and beg him to keep going, beg him to rail you until his cum is pouring from between your legs, Jon finally delivers.
That's what sex with Superboy is like. You flop your head onto his shoulder and hold on for dear life, eyes rolled back into your head in your bliss. The muscular arm Jon has secured to your waist sinks low, hooking you around the hips instead, and you feel him twist in the air to hit your pussy just right. You only have the energy to tremble. Jon's strength really starts to show. You feel his other hand dig in earnest into your ass, bruising it blue as he did where the flat plane of your underthighs meets his merciless hips. His dick schlups obscenely inside you, and Jon's too lost to do anything but saw into you, mindless. You know he won't hurt you, but you can tell the sex is better than he expected. Jon slips mid-air after every solid thrust, so you're ten feet lower than you were the first time you came, and Jon almost forgets his strength when his tongue lavishes your mouth.
"M' there," Jon gasps, "Oh my Rao, m' there."
He twitches. His hands melds your hips to his, and then Jon lets it all loose, swallowing your desperate mewls as your pussy swallows his cum, throbbing and throbbing to get it all, filling you wall to wall. You feel his seed pour down your inner thighs and across his abs in a constant, never-ending stream. It could have been whole minutes before Jon showed any sign of stopping. You came purely because of his pleasure, wracked all over his hot electricity. Jon puts his whole body into a sensual kiss, cock jammed inside you to the hilt. When he finally slips free, your pussy aches with body-shuddering aftershocks. You laze against each other, and Jon is so dazed that you float along the breeze, basking in each other.
"Wow," Jon smiles dizzily.
"Yeah," you fell against his chest, closing your eyes to the flood of cum drizzling down your legs. Your smile feels equally dizzy. Looks like you survived. "Wow..."
-
You'd only had Jon once, unlike the many (many, many) times you'd had Damian. Damian was fiercer than Jon, more animalistic. In some ways he was more passionate, too, a love-making partner instead of a fuck buddy. You wouldn't compare them much, though, when they were a dose better taken together. You'd fantasized about it enough to know.
This was your naughty exception. You wouldn't steal, you'd be a good girl, and you'd have Damian and Jon together at least once.
"Hey," you said.
Damian was waiting for the airlock to warm up, the sub lightless but for the glowing blue console and the blue light of the water churning on the other side of the windshield. His face was illuminated by the array of buttons, which highlighted his sharp jawline and intense brows.
"Be quiet." He snapped. "I'm doing something."
Grumbling your displeasure, you spun your chair sideways, reclining your boots across Damian's lap. He was used to your minor annoyances, so he worked around it and ignored you. You changed tactics.
"I miss you, y'know," you whispered in the sub's humming silence. "I haven't seen you in so long. Or touched you." You slid a hand onto his arm, "...Or kissed you."
Damian scowled at the driver's handles. When you touched him, the look softened. His thumbs nervously played on the controls.
"...I haven't kissed you in some time, either," he muttered.
You unbuckled the straps that kept your cat cowl under your chin, drawing closer to him with fluttering lashes. "Then kiss me now."
Twenty minutes later, you, pristine, walked out of the sub's cockpit with a disheveled Damian in tow. Jon asked what kept you. Robin mumbled something about the airlock malfunctioning as he raced away to 'fix it', hiding a hefty bulge under his cape. He was always so easy to turn on. Damian could never resist a passionate make out session, especially if it took place in his lap.
"Y/N," Jon coughs. Being alone with you has the same effect on him as it had on Damian.
"Thanks for inviting me to your little boy's club, Superblow—" your cheeks went hot. "Sorry. Been thinking a little too much about you, I guess. Thanks, Superboy."
Jon, frankly, looks winded. The hands on his hips shock down to his sides like he's been electrocuted.
"You look very pretty," he stutters. Jon's face is already cherry red, and he's waving his hands around like the gestures will cover up what he's thinking. "I like what you did with your... hair..."
You loop your finger through the curl in the middle of his bangs, stepping into his personal bubble like it wasn't the same for him as a transition between the atmosphere and space.
You lean into his face to flirt, "And I like what you did with yours."
"O-oh, it's just like this," Jon chokes, "I don't even brush it! Well, I-I do actually, I'm not gross or anything like that. I'm actually very clean!"
Low-toned, you smile, "I remember."
Jon forgets how to speak. He squeaks for a while, and you nod along, eating up his shyness. He makes an attempt at hiding under his cape like Damian does, but the fabric isn't wide enough. You figured he would have gotten bolder since your time together, but Damian lurking around every corner seems to shy him up again.
Soon enough, Damian glides back into the room in his normal Darth Vader fashion, which you assume means that he thinks he's strong enough to resist you. He's not.
The boys give you a tour. Damian must have gotten out his spring cleaning supplies, because every room you walk into is spotless and untouched by any trace of college-age boy parties. He makes a big show of all the technical work he's done for the base, including the underwater sensors he installed himself, and a breach-plugging system he described with lots of big words. It's adorable. The two exchange excited glances whenever you seem to approve of something, and Damian's annoyance with having you there is quickly proven to be fake.
After you lay out what movies you're going to watch in the rec room as a group, you decide it's time. "Do you mind if I take a shower first? I didn't have enough time before we left."
"Sure!" Jon says. "It'll give me some time to get some snacks together."
From the couch, Damian broods, "Don't take too long, L/N. We have a schedule to maintain."
With that, you fly into the showers in the locker room, strip your outer clothes, and grin to yourself. The look on their faces will be almost as priceless as the sex. You study your reflection in the glass door to the showers. The lace Superboy bra will tempt Jon into using his x-ray vision, and your tight, perfectly fit Robin panties will have Damian right where you want him. Knee-high stockings were Damian's favorite, and Jon will definitely go crazy for them too. All according to plan. After you... prepare yourself some more... you decide it's time.
You walk the short distance from the bathrooms to the rec room at a casual, confident pace, mentally readying yourself. Two men you cared endlessly for. No matter how long you'd been fantasizing about this, nothing about executing it would make you less nervous.
Taking a breath, you leaned against the doorway and greeted in your silkiest, smoothest voice, "Boys."
Jon was lounging sideways in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, one arm relaxed behind his head. Both he and Damian had traded their uniforms for pajamas. Damian, who was reading off his tablet, wore the tightest tee he could get his hands on, abs practically spilling out of the fabric. Jon was in a loose fitting crop top that showed off his toned arms and dewy skin.
Their conversation swerved to a halt. They stared at you, then glanced at each other.
Suddenly, the two boys grinned.
"Look at this, Kent," Damian's voice glittered with dirtiness, "We hardly had to do anything and she's fallen right into our laps. Our plan worked perfectly."
Jon sat forward, brows raised michieviously. "Our plan was to lead her up to it, D. This isn't really our plan."
The two boys stood. You became very, very aware that they weren't boys anymore.
"She's wearing underwear with our names on it," he scoffed. His eyes devoured the sight of you, and there that panty-tearing look was, as promised. The sharpness in his eyes is begging to rip your underwear off with his teeth. Damian sauntered forward, closing in on you. "I say that is a success."
Your hands fumbled for a place to rest on your body, but crossing your arms puffed up your breasts for Jon to swallow drool over, and setting your hands on your hips outlined them for Damian's hungry eyes. This time, you were the one squeaking.
"No way," your cheeks flushed with heat, "You did not plan a threesome. I planned a threesome. This was my idea!"
Jon and Damian shared a look. It clearly wasn't.
"Well," Jon coughed, respectfully eyeing your exposed skin, "You want this. I want this. D wants this. Let's... let's do it!"
You look between their towering forms, underwear soaked so fast your legs are trembling, and size up your options.
"...Okay."
The two crawl closer. Jon meets you at your front, happily kissing your hands as he draws them around his neck. Damian takes the open angle to fit his iron hard-on against your ass, hands filling in your hips with the same passion his lips appreciate your shoulders with. His mouth spirals into your hair, then your neck, searing your ass backward and into his pelvis. You're kissed on the lips by Jon's angel pecks, dipping in and out to brush his lips to yours. Both are talented kissers. On top of their broader, stronger manhandling of you, you know all of your fantasies are about to be fufilled.
So you moan. You let it all out, mewling, whining and groaning, making sure they know how much you want it. And you want it like you've never wanted anything more in your life. You want Jon's cum to paint your chest and you want Damian spilling ten inches inside of you. You want to be fucked and used, to be made love to. Judging by how you're kissed, that's what they want too.
Jon tongues your teeth. He gets braver as you go, groaning into your mouth, muttering things between kisses. You dig your fingers into his fluffy hair and drag him in for more. He's enjoying himself so much he's humming, which makes you want to get on your knees and hum around his dick like that. Adorable.
Meanwhile, Damian's getting tired of being ignored. His kisses are joined by harsh bites, and his hands smooth up from your hips to your chest in circles, squeezing your breasts in each hand. The feel over the fabric isn't enough for him, though, because he quickly forces his hands up your bra and over your chest. Jon's wide palms join his, squeezing and massaging your collarbones and tits.
"Beautiful," he mumbled, "you're so beautiful."
You give him a longer, sweeter kiss for the comment, which is the last straw for Damian. One moment Jon is nuzzling your cheek with his nose, and in the next Damian is shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moan, but he only likes it more. You wore a Superboy bra and Robin panties for a reason. From behind, Jon can hug you against him, warm and honey tasting, kissing your neck and cupping your chest. Your nipples are rolled lovingly through his fingers. Damian, on the other hand, leaves his love in his kissing. Your ass is grabbed viciously by his nails, which he rakes up your flesh in supple handfuls. Your ears are flooded with kissing sounds, the popping of spit, the moans between breathes. You sink into their hold in total bliss.
But this isn't only for you. Soon, you find a way to pry yourself out of Jon's hug and Damian's aggressive ass-grabbing to slip onto your knees.
"Ready?" You smile.
Damian snaps, "Get on with it." His voice makes your pussy throb.
Jon flicked Damian on the arm and tried not to look too shy. "Be nice." He touches your cheek, "Yeah... um, yeah, we're ready. Go ahead."
They're too shy to make the next move. You have no issue doing it for them, considering how fun it is one on one. But this is two on one, so there's two faces to watch as you palm them through their pants, drag them closer, then unwrap them. Jon has his eyes closed in anticipation (and shyness), lashes fixed against his cheeks. Damian's lazarus green eyes targeted you. His gaze is heaviest, so you treat him for it.
Their cocks are huge. Bigger than you remember, even. Jon is rediculously proportioned, long, thick, and smooth. He literally hangs when you pull him free, at least a foot long. Maybe half your arm. Damian is bronzey, veiny, and handsome-looking. You don't need to collect any spit, since the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of them is plenty. Working Jon in one hand, you start with Damian's cock.
He slides himself into your mouth by the hips, studying your handiwork with malacious delight. You're all moaning too much to speak, except for Damian's low grunt of, "You know what to do, Catgirl. Take what's yours."
Like any good thief would, you do. Damian's cock immediately jolts in to press into the back of your throat. You let him through, gulping, guck-ing, and sucking with every new inch. A chill races up your body at the deadly edge in his eyes. Robin talked the law plenty, but he let you go at every opportunity for a messy deepthroat. Superboy has his kryptonite, and Damian has you, balls deep. You hit his base with ease. His cock settles perfectly in the sleeve of your throat. Every throb of cockmeat fills your entire skull, bulging under the skin of your neck. You suck spit back through your teeth and pump your head along the last inch of cock.
Of course, he's never satisfied. You're too slow for him. Damian gives Jon a smug look, nets your hair in both hands, then begins to pound into your face like a madman. You love it. You love it like you loved stealing, feeling wrong and naughty and used. Nothing feels sluttier than the heat in your belly when Damian uses you as he pleases. Damian goes until your eyes well with tears, stuffing you to the brim, and then releases you to groan, "Good girl. You've improved."
Your spit hangs from his dick in strings and bubbles. You'd lick them up if there wasn't another aching, desperate customer to take care of.
"Don't strain yourself," Jon whispers.
It had taken four times as long to get Jon to cum from a blowjob the first time you'd done it, so by now, you've learned. The spit from Damian's dick follows you to Jon's, which you waste no time popping into your mouth. He likes light kisses and lots of tongue, which you wield without mercy. The veins in his cock flutter when traced. His head is almost too big to hold comfortably in your mouth, but the wobble it puts in his lip makes it worth it. Jon mewls for more. You suckle his head faster, rolling your wet tongue along it's sweet surface. With a few more kisses and a lot more long drags of your tongue, he's panting as hard as Damian is.
"Don't worry," you grin, "I didn't forget about you."
You can barely fit their tips in your mouth one at a time, but you try both anyway. Damian smears your spit back onto your cheek with his dick, which slips easily through the slick saliva dripping down your chin. Their fat, delicious cocks squeeze into either side of your lip. Jon has to grab the back of the couch to keep from breaking something. Damian forces you into Jon's cock by the hair, sawing you onto the first few inches.
"Look at her go," Jon gasps.
"She has a very talented mouth," Damian remarks.
You hum in agreement, since your mouth is too full for you to speak properly. While you're gagging on one of Damian's balls, Jon leans down and fixes your bra. ...Then slides his dick through.
The hot, sticky flesh sizzles between your breasts. You try not to cum when you realize what he's trying to do. Squeezing your tits around him, you shudder in pleasure as Jon begins to thrust his spit-soaked manhood through the shape of your chest. The fact that it's Jon making such a bold move only makes it more panty-soaking. Taking advantage of the spare hole, Damian guides your head to the side and onto his waiting cock. You're used from two angles then, once as Jon's pair of tits, and again as Damian's slutty cock-sheath.
"She loves it," Damian grins, "What a whore. I bet you're begging to covered in cum, aren't you?"
You nodded as best you could on Damian's girth. Jon's thrusts push you back with every blow, bouncing your breasts each time. Without warning, you're struggling to gulp down Damian's load, which he only plunges deeper into your throat. You can practically feel him pumping it into your stomach. It's the sexiest thing you've ever felt until Jon cums a second later, pouring—pouring—a whole quart of seed across your neck and chest. Kryptonians came an unreasonable amount.
You collapsed backwards, spent. Slouched there, covered and filled with cum, you felt like a cream donut.
The boys recover before you do, so you're scooped up and deposited between them on the couch. In the corner of your eye, Damian disappears, no doubt to gather supplies, leaving you to sink into the cushions with Jon. Definitely for a brief amount of time. You can't think of many reasons why Damian would be eager to share you. Especially with someone like Jon, who reeks of boyfriend material. A clever suspicion forms in your mind, but you save it for when Jon isn't cutely keeping your hair out of your face.
"Damian's getting all the stuff we'll need, towels included," Jon blushed at the mess on your chest from where he sat next to the couch on the floor. "M' real sorry. I shoulda warned you ahead of time..."
You lick a smear of cum off your chin and play with crossing your legs, which easily draws Jon's eye. "Don't sweat it, J." You rub the underside of his jaw like you would a puppy. "I knew what I was getting myself into. How'd you convince Damian to do all this, anyway?"
Playing with his fingers, Jon met your gaze though his long lashes. "Oh, uh. He convinced me, actually. I wasn't sure if you'd want to, but he proved it to me."
Now this was interesting. You squinted at him, "What proof?"
"Well, we tell each other everything," Jon awkwardly laughed, "When you and I had our night together, I told him right away. (I hope you don't mind). He'da found out eventually, whether I liked it or not. He was always telling me about you two, anyway. He likes how much control you have in your life. I think he's a little jealous a' you." Jon opened and closed his mouth, unsure if he should have spoken. Your silence invited him to continue. "But, um... That time when you, uh... were in Damian's room..."
Your teeth flashed. "When I touched myself in his bed to get back at him for being mean?"
"Yes," Jon's cheeks flushed, pinned back by his smile, "He heard you say both of our names. His and mine. And I dunno, his detective sense knew that you weren't just trying to get under his skin."
Your eyes drew up from Jon's biceps, plumped out against his side. He was so muscular that he even had those sexy indents over his ribs. Jon's muscle was softer than Damian's though, more huggable. You wanted to sink your teeth into him.
"So he organizes this?" You said.
"Yeah. Like I said. We all like each other," Jon shrugged, "And it's not like we can do this kind of stuff with normal people. Secrets could get figured out, people could get hurt. This is... actually pretty healthy, I think."
"Mhm," you hummed. When your nails drag under Jon's chin, he dropped his face into your hand and tried to hide his embarrassed grin. "You hurt me real good," you purred. "I was sore in bed for a week. Gave me plenty of time to think about you..." you brushed his hair behind his ear, "use my toys..."
Jon's eyes got the slightest bit wild. "But you didn't have anything as big as me, did ya?"
You gave his chin a friendly pinch. "Don't get cocky, Kent. Damian was perfectly big enough for me."
Jon went quiet. You figured you'd hurt his feelings, revealing that you'd had sex with Damian within the week you'd made love to him, until his hand squeezed your waist. "Did he do the icepack thing?"
You examined him, suspicious, "How do you know about that?"
"When you get hurt, he puts all these ice packs on your bruises and patches you up, but he kisses em' all first. Maybe he gives you a backrub," Jon listed. He drew patterns on your hands while he explained, shyly, "And as he's kissin' you and rubbin' you, he starts kissing where the bruises aren't, telling you what he likes about you, how he'd do anything to help you feel better... right?"
You smiled to yourself, watching Jon's hand. "He drew me a bath. Read me poetry. Said something stupid about being worried about me, wanting to keep me close to him. Bent me over the bathroom counter and ripped the towel right off me."
"Romantic," Jon snorted.
"What he do for you?" You asked, arms uncrossed.
"Didn't have my powers," Jon explained, and the look on his face answered your question just as much as he did, "He played me piano, made out with me, made me dinner. And when I was all nice and gooey for him, he blew me until I was brainless. By the end of it I was so crazy for him I had to go home and deprogram myself like I was some kind of cultist."
You raised your eyebrows, shrugging, "Damian was raised to be a cult leader."
"Damn pretty one," Jon said.
You giggled together like real gossips.
"I love his morning voice," you conspired with him, "I felt like I'd been shot, holy hell. So sexy. All husky and low..."
"And then he has the guts to whisper in your ear with that stupid mouth," Jon cursed, shuddering in delight. "Somebody needs to clean his mouth with soap."
"You know," you tapped your chin in thought, "the moment Damian found out that you and I had sex, he had to have thought of this. All three of us pouncing on each other. He had the exact same fantasy I did! I would have never pinned him as the type..."
"Me either," Jon hummed, tone brimming with amusement. He snickered. "I bet he just wants to watch us, the weirdo."
Damian's sharp shadow fell over your and Jon's bodies, scaring you both out of your skin. His low, handsome voice cut through your conversation like a katana through butter. "I'm not opposed to the idea, Kent."
When you recovered, Damian smirked between the two of you and raised the things he'd brought. Towels, a bowl of water, a washcloth, and lube. He set the water bowl on the side table behind you, leaving the cloth inside. "I was going to clean you off, Y/N, but if you're inclined to this..." He gestured between you and Jon, grin almost a handsome sneer, "I wouldn't mind watching my cum drip down your chest as Kent fucks you."
"You've been holding out on me, beloved," you teased, "Since when are you so bold?"
Jon grinned impishly. "You were right. He totally wanted to do this because he's got a fantasy about the two of us."
You uncrossed your legs and moved forward onto your knees, crawling across the couch to simper into Damian's lap. "Look at his face, Jon. He totally did." You gave Damian's burning cheek a cute squeeze, "Did you think about him touching me like you touch me?" You kissed into Damian's ear. "Did you think about how making love to me like how he loves you?"
Damian gave a shy, stern nod. His expression was icy, but that just meant that he was trying harder than usual to fight down how turned on he was. The boxers he'd pulled back on twitched with the start of an erection. You didn't even bother to excite him with your hands, and sunk your head between Damian's trembelling legs to mouthe his bulge through his underwear. Jon watched from over your shoulder, mouth watering. You would have invited him to join you if you were feeling generous, but the taste of Damian's hardening cock is too good to share.
You spread your knees and hooked your calves around Jon's legs, who's already slipping your panties out of the way. He's smart enough not to take them off of you. Instead, Damian gets to watch as Jon kisses your back, your hips, hooks your Robin panties around his finger like a reign, and dizzies with pleasure as his cock sinks into your pussy.
Damian's cock gets your full-bodied moan. Large, calloused hands hook around the back of your neck and keep you on him. For a breath, both of them stop to let you settle. They could plow into you and use you until you were lungless if they wanted to, so you take the uneeded moment to laze in the feeling of them. Damian's palm pushes you deep on his girth, thumb stroking your hair. He smells like sweet oils and leather-ish because of his Robin suit, which takes you back to the nights where he would take off his belt so you would ride him in uniform. Behind you, Jon drops his hands next to yours on the couch. You feel your back press into his toned abs, his nose fall into your hair, his dick pulse within your plush center. He whines, low and wanting.
You imagine what you must look like with orgasmic delight. Damian shoving you onto his cock, the dark freckles on his wrist tweaked because of the angle. Jon's tall, muscular body stretched out over yours, his open mouth just inches from Damian's, shoulders rounded out, arms flexed. It's dirty. It's downright slutty. You're laid out, face down and ass up, for Robin and Superboy. The two men you've dreamed of having are desperate to fuck you. You're guzzling Robin halfway down your throat already, and Superboy pumps deeper inside you every second. It's a dream come true.
As Jon bounces you around Damian, and Damian thrusts you back onto Jon, you're fucked back and forth in a maddening line. You expect Jon to be considerate, and he is. He starts slow, working you with his wide tip first. Jon rolls his hips in gentle dips, wetting his head. In one thrust he could steal you all for himself, but he makes the depth worth it, earning you inch by inch. Soon he's soaked enough to take you deeper, and deeper, until you're being filled every time. The burn soaks into a pleasurable softness. His long, firm shaft flushes to your sensitive walls, filling your pretty pussy with powerful Kryptonian heat. You would try to meet his thrusts, but Damian and Jon's rythym is ruthless, and any pull away from Damian is a request to be mercilessly met by Jon and vice versa.
While the slaps of Jon's hips to yours are loud, your gagged mewls are easily louder. Damian was done letting you play with him. You were such an expert when it came to riling him up, you could keep him from cumming yourself if you wanted to. Your tongue would only offer his head playful, light licks, and you would keep him in the shallow of your lips, barely touching him even if he was completely in your mouth. Watching Jon fuck you turned him on too much to stick to riling alone, so Damian took your hair by the root and started you off like he wanted you to. Damian pulled his cock into the comfortable depth of your throat, letting you gag and swallow him to no avail. He let you go for an instant and automatically you dragged your lips sideways down his length, sucking him hard. On the second drop you slurped his balls into your mouth, expertly licking back up him to deepthroat him, thrown even deeper by Jon's timed thrust. Damian let you have your freedom, now that he knew you'd pay attention to him properly. You didn't beg him with your eyes or tickle his legs like you usually did. This was for pleasure, not for show. You kept your throat open and began to bob on his cock, around his tip, around his shaft, against his base, shuffling your wet lips low on his sensitive manhood. Damian groaned and gasped like he didn't know how to speak.
Your lips plumped around him perfectly. You could taste your spit glimmering on his long, clean bronze cock, and bubbled it down his shaft until it cloyed to his legs. Soon Damian was off his thighs and up onto his knees, where he could fill your mouth in earnest. Dark amusement glowed in his eyes at your every pop and slurp, like there was nothing sexier in the world than the way you took him so happily. His eyes would flicker from your slow, sensual deepthroating to Jon's face as he fucked you. Damian was close, if the throbbing filling your throat meant anything. There wasn't a moment where a cock wasn't inside you. On your hands and knees, you're spitroasted between their furious hips.
You swallow up your leftover spit when you pull off him, lips glazed with pre-cum and drool. "He feels so good," you whined, "o-oh my god, Damian," you pressed your cum-soaked face into his cock, gasping and moaning and shuddering, "o-oh my god, he feels so good—holy fuck he's so big—I'm so close, ah, fuck! Fill me up fill me up fill me—"
Damian caressed your face in one shaking hand, and the moment you opened your mouth for him, worshiped your soft lips down his side, and tongued his head, he bucked into the hieght of your throat and came until your stomach was full. Jon gets an eyeful of Damian's sexy, burning ecstacy, and in two seconds he's vibrating cum into your slit too. Even as he cums he keeps thrusting, and thrusting, and Damian locks your head in place so your mouth is flush to his abs. Your vision goes white. On either side, in both holes, you're stuffed to the brim. Cum pulses down your throat and pours from your slit. Jon and Damian moan, twitching against you.
And Jon keeps going.
The moment Damian cuts you loose, you're whipped onto your back and plunged into. Twenty, thirty thrusts a second, Jon steams with heat, fucking you, reaming you, while Damian watches. You wail for it, because this is the Superboy you've been waiting for. Jon is fresh over the edge, just a little too turned on to remember he can break you in half, and going totally crazy on you. You cum again and another time, spasming in pure bliss, fucked out of your mind. To your misfortune, Jon is able to come back to himself.
"Oh my g-gosh," he flushes, "What am I doing? Y/N? Are you okay? I-I didn't mean to hurt you, honey, I—"
You're too high to speak, so you shut Jon up by cupping your hand over his mouth. He pulls it away, anxious, and tenderly holds your palm between his. The soft edge of his pupil spills across your body, a treat in it's own way. He'd fucked you so fast that your body didn't have time to catch up to even one orgasm, so they're thrown on top of you all at once, leaving you breathless and plowed. Your pussy throbs, sensitive and raw.
Jon lifts his hips to get off of you, until Damian hisses, "Don't you dare pull out of her, Kent."
Furiously, Damian jerks his soaked cock in one hand. The other has pinned a knuckle between his teeth, eyes fused to the scene in front of him. Since your head is in his lap, a few flicks of pre-cum and spit land on your face. It doesn't matter much, though, because Damian lets go between your and Jon's bodies a second later. You open your mouth just in time to get Damian's cum. It drapes across your face in upside-down ropes, spilling into Jon's waiting mouth.
"More," Jon mumbles.
Cupping his face, you give him more. It's a devilish, tactical move, but you're gearing Damian up for the same ferocious fucking you'd gotten from Jon. Watching you kiss his cum into Jon's mouth has the exact effect you'd hope for. Damian goes still above you, mesmerized by the romantic kiss. Jon pecks your mouth with sweet dips. Your tongue slides against his, exchanging Damian's cum and a few soft moans.
When you pull away from each other, your sly eyes slide up to see the look on Damian's face.
"Evil," he dramatically covers his blushing face with his hands, "both of your are evil."
Giggling, you allow Jon to help you up, and together you relax into Damian's arms, who pouts at all the touching. It's hard for him not to dissolve totally into a blushing mess. None of you have the strength to say more, but it's agreed in your haggard breaths that this is only a break. Even if Damian enjoyed the show, Jon had his turn with you. Now, you really wanted them both. Damian, of course, reads your mind.
"You've prepared yourself for me, haven't you, beloved?" Damian smirked. You felt his nose brush your ear, and the closeness of his voice flushed back your arousal at an insane speed. The feel of his hot, moist breath hovering over your neck made you want him to lick and suck all over your flesh. "That's exactly what you planned for. Of course you want both of us at the same time... You've always be so greedy..."
Jon caught up with what was being said, and instantly flushed in the face. "Y/N..."
"Please?" You teased, flushing closer to Damian's chest. The warm arm around your waist became a hand possessively squeezing your ass. You covered it, and let your other cup the sweaty hair at Jon's neck. "I'll be such a good girl," you promised, darkly, "I think I deserve something for all the hard work I've done."
Damian and Jon exchanged a look. They'd known each other long enough for the glance to be telepathic, so a decision is quickly made between them.
"Alright," Jon says.
Damian's eyes glimmer with lust. "So. Where will you have me?"
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part two.
#damian wayne smut#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne x you#damian wayne x reader smut#dc smut#dc comics smut#dc#dc comics#jon kent#robin smut#superboy smut#jon kent x reader#jon kent smut#jon kent x you#super sons#damijon#jondami
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Puppy Pack - Subnautica Below Zero
Lori: Has declared herself Queen on the Pengwings. She has built a fortress on land and will not leave it. She has also built multiple alien containment units and put Penglings in them.
Theo: Least likely to get lost and is the one to find most of the important artifacts and locations. Was the first to start building the main base and a prawn. He has killed nearly every predator on the map, Brute Sharks, Squid Sharks, and Crypotsuchus included. - “Yes Mason, there are too many of them.” - He has also killed most of the hostile leviathans, including all of the Shadow Leviathans, except the Chelicerates, He tried, he gave up. (F*ck that! Overgrown motherf*cking shrimp. Run into the void why don’t you, you bastard?”). He hates those, and if you run into one, you are on your own. He likes the Rock Punchers though, so he left those alone.
Liam: Built a base in the crystal caves after Theo killed the shadow leviathans. He likes it down there and he doesn’t intend to leave excepts for resources.
Nolan: Loves the Sea Monkeys and the Lily Pads, but he keeps getting lost in their tunnels and drowning.
Alec: Hangs out in the twisty bridges, building a spiderweb of pipes throughout. Metal collecting King. He left the bridges to get everything out of the mine.
Mason: Determined to hunt down every single story item and PDA in the game. Did he perhaps drown in the shipwrecks? He will never tell.
Corey: Enjoys collecting materials and growing plants. Theo added five grow beds outside the base for him, and a large room for planters.
Brett: Took pity on Nolan and built a series of pipes throughout the sea monkey caves and the Lily Pads.
Everyone is avoiding the big island with the ice worms. It’s a maze and it’s dangerous. Mykonos is only fun if you’re not the invaders.
They are now all just screwing around because they've done everything else except the big island with the worms.
#teen wolf#teen wolf incorrect quotes#The Puppy Pack#subnatica below zero#theo raeken#liam dunbar#lori rohr#brett talbot#nolan holloway#mason hewitt#corey bryant#alec
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((I like the idea that Ivan is just a f*ck-off powerful ghost with no clue. Exhibits A-F...))
He sees a faint (but constant) outline of a skull on both Lewis and Gawain, when they take on human forms
Gawain’s invisibility straight up doesn’t work on him, and Ivan can see right through it with little to no effort
He can create massive and lasting environmental elemental events with a single outburst
He’s always tangible; he’s really not trying to stay that way 24/7, he really can’t turn that off
He doesn’t need to rest as often as other spirits of similar appearance bc his well of power is just so much deeper, and then when he does have to rest, he has to recharge for weeks at a time
He’s collected a sizable following of little minion ghosts not by seeking them out but just because they come to him and occasionally he has to beat them into submission bc they’re hostile but whateves they all behave now right?
TL;DR: Ivan is an Old God reborn and nobody told him.
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Women’s History: the bad, the mad, the rulebreakers
A Tyranny of Petticoats by Jessica Spotswood (Editor)
From an impressive sisterhood of YA writers comes an edge-of-your-seat anthology of historical fiction and fantasy featuring a diverse array of daring heroines.
Criss-cross America — on dogsleds and ships, stagecoaches and trains — from pirate ships off the coast of the Carolinas to the peace, love, and protests of 1960s Chicago. Join fifteen of today’s most talented writers of young adult literature on a thrill ride through history with American girls charting their own course. They are monsters and mediums, bodyguards and barkeeps, screenwriters and schoolteachers, heiresses and hobos. They're making their own way in often-hostile lands, using every weapon in their arsenals, facing down murderers and marriage proposals. And they all have a story to tell.
Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics by Jason Porath
Blending the iconoclastic feminism of The Notorious RBG and the confident irreverence of Go the F**ck to Sleep, a brazen and empowering illustrated collection that celebrates inspirational badass women throughout history, based on the popular Tumblr blog.
Well-behaved women seldom make history. Good thing these women are far from well behaved . . .
Illustrated in a contemporary animation style, Rejected Princesses turns the ubiquitous "pretty pink princess" stereotype portrayed in movies, and on endless toys, books, and tutus on its head, paying homage instead to an awesome collection of strong, fierce, and yes, sometimes weird, women: warrior queens, soldiers, villains, spies, revolutionaries, and more who refused to behave and meekly accept their place.
An entertaining mix of biography, imagery, and humor written in a fresh, young, and riotous voice, this thoroughly researched exploration salutes these awesome women drawn from both historical and fantastical realms, including real life, literature, mythology, and folklore. Each profile features an eye-catching image of both heroic and villainous women in command from across history and around the world, from a princess-cum-pirate in fifth century Denmark, to a rebel preacher in 1630s Boston, to a bloodthirsty Hungarian countess, and a former prostitute who commanded a fleet of more than 70,000 men on China’s seas.
Mad and Bad: Real Heroines of the Regency by Bea Koch
Discover a feminist pop history that looks beyond the Ton and Jane Austen to highlight the Regency women who succeeded on their own terms and were largely lost to history -- until now.
Regency England is a world immortalized by Jane Austen and Lord Byron in their beloved novels and poems. The popular image of the Regency continues to be mythologized by the hundreds of romance novels set in the period, which focus almost exclusively on wealthy, white, Christian members of the upper classes.
But there are hundreds of fascinating women who don't fit history books limited perception of what was historically accurate for early 19th century England. Women like Dido Elizabeth Belle, whose mother was a slave but was raised by her white father's family in England, Caroline Herschel, who acted as her brother's assistant as he hunted the heavens for comets, and ended up discovering eight on her own, Anne Lister, who lived on her own terms with her common-law wife at Shibden Hall, and Judith Montefiore, a Jewish woman who wrote the first English language Kosher cookbook.
As one of the owners of the successful romance-only bookstore The Ripped Bodice, Bea Koch has had a front row seat to controversies surrounding what is accepted as "historically accurate" for the wildly popular Regency period. In Mad and Bad, we look beyond popular perception of the Regency into the even more vibrant, diverse, and fascinating historical truth.
In Praise of Difficult Women: Life Lessons From 29 Heroines Who Dared to Break the Rules by Karen Karbo
From Frida Kahlo and Elizabeth Taylor to Nora Ephron, Carrie Fisher, and Lena Dunham, this witty narrative explores what we can learn from the imperfect and extraordinary legacies of 29 iconic women who forged their own unique paths in the world.
Smart, sassy, and unapologetically feminine, this elegantly illustrated book is an ode to the bold and charismatic women of modern history. Best-selling author Karen Karbo (The Gospel According to Coco Chanel) spotlights the spirited rule breakers who charted their way with little regard for expectations: Amelia Earhart, Helen Gurley Brown, Edie Sedgwick, Hillary Clinton, Amy Poehler, and Shonda Rhimes, among others. Their lives--imperfect, elegant, messy, glorious--provide inspiration and instruction for the new age of feminism we have entered. Karbo distills these lessons with wit and humor, examining the universal themes that connect us to each of these mesmerizing personalities today: success and style, love and authenticity, daring and courage. Being "difficult," Karbo reveals, might not make life easier. But it can make it more fulfilling--whatever that means for you.
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Only Human
Chapter 15: Ride or Die
The trio had been allowed to wander while the Freaks discussed their next plan. Marcus, for his part, went looking for a cot or a bed. “I’m so f*cking tired.”
“We have a few spare beds in the medical ward,” a nearby intern piped up, looking up as Marcus passed her desk.
“Thanks.”
“My nephew talks about you a lot,” the intern added. “Jackie Ruez?”
“Our small forward. Nice guy,” Marcus smiled, sitting down. “I remember he didn’t know much English when he first started.”
“You and your friends tutored him, right?”
“That was all Cal. I just taught him basketball and Ari taught him how to paint.”
“He’s been painting a lot these days. “He went through 10 packs of watercolors in just three months.”
Marcus chuckled. “I remember swapping his acrylics with finger paint as a joke. He chased me all through school that day. I probably deserved it.”
“So that’s why he came home with paint all over his hands.”
“I had to wash my hair for an hour to get it all out.” Marcus smiled, and then sighed, a look of tiredness no teenager should have had on his face.. “...look, can you just... just tell him I’m okay?”
“Of course.”
“The last time I got in trouble, it was some kids from a nearby school who jumped me. My teammates tracked down each one, took some bats and metal pipes, and put them all in the hospital. In one night. I don’t want them doing anything like that now. They could get hurt, and on my mama, I bet those *ssholes would turn them just to f*ck with me.”
“You know, if you wanted you could ask Colonel Dyson to put them under HECU Protection. It’s like Witness Protection, just with a lot more security.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
The intern nodded and picked up the nearby phone. “Do you want to call him yourself or do you want me to put in the request?”
“I’d like you to do it. I want to call my team.”
“There’s a phone in the break room over there.” The intern gestured down the hall to Marcus’ right.
“Thanks.”
---
“Man, this sucks! Marcus is who-knows-where being hunted and we can’t do sh*t to help!”
A young teen, no more than 14, grumbled sourly to himself while kicking over a box of wood chips in an abandoned warehouse. Another kid, a few years older than him, looked up from their phone.
“I got a lead a few hours ago. From what I can gather, it looks like he was heading to HECU Headquarters. I don’t know if they’ve made it there yet, though.”
“What can we do? These are, like, supervillains! And we’re just teenagers!”
“We could track them. Cally has a bunch of brainiac friends. Get them together and have them start looking for those *ssholes,” a tall boy, likely 17, suggested.
“Maybe we should get some of Ari’s friends, too,” another kid added.
“Yeah. The more, the better.”
The kid with the phone sat up and started briskly typing away. “Guys, you’re not gonna believe this, but it looks like Marcus has some Freaks of his own. You guys know Spyper and Intelligent Heavy, right?”
“I think so. Didn’t Spyper get his head chopped off and put on someone else’s body?”
“Yeah, he got his body swapped around with Sny.”
“Hey, Wilson. Start finding more good Freaks. The more join up, the more chance Marcus has of getting through this. Have the brainiacs help.”
“I think Marcus is way ahead of us. I found some security footage of the road outside HECU Headquarters and just take a look at who’s with him.” Wilson showed the other kids the footage, where a handful of Freaks accompanied the Trio inside, including Count Jester.
“He got the clown with him?” a younger kid piped up.
“Apparently. Now all he needs is us-”
Ring! Ring!
“Huh? My phone!”
“Who is it, Jackie?”
“Unknown Number. Should I answer it?”
“Answer it, but don’t say anything. If it’s spam, they’ll hang up if they don’t hear anything.”
Jackie did. “Hello?”
“Jackie? It’s Marcus. Are you okay?”
“Marcus!” Jackie gasped. “Are you in HECU? We’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Yeah, I’m at HECU. Your aunt says hi.”
“Aw. How long have you been at HECU?”
“Jester teleported us here about an hour ago. Apparently they were tricked into holding us for the guy who wants to kill us, but that’s been sorted out, and they gave me a pet, so we’re cool now.”
“...I’m sorry, what?”
“Yeah, everyone trying to kill us is working for one dude.”
“Yeah that doesn’t sound bad at all,” Jackie winced.
“Tell me about it. Anyway. I’m calling to ask you not to do something stupid.”
“Whaaaat? Psh, nah, we’re not gonna do anything stupid. Right, guys?” Jackie said with a snide grin, winking at the rest of his team.
“You worry too much, Quinn. Chill.”
“Yeah. Rest easy, we’re not gonna pull some sh*t.”
“Alright. Stay safe out there. And don’t go near any emo Snipers you see.”
“Sure thing, man.”
Jackie hung up, still grinning. “So. Who’s ready to hunt an emo Sniper?’
“I’ll get the others. Viktor. Does your family still have all those weapons?”
“Yeah. Which ones do we need?”
“As many as you can get. Especially long-range. We did tell Marcus that we wouldn’t approach the f*cker, so sniping is the way to go.”
“There’s nothing quite like exploiting a loophole,” Viktor grinned, heading out of the warehouse.
The other boy nodded and dialed a number. “Hey, Olga? Gather the brainiacs. We know where Marcus, Cally, and Ari are.”
“Wait, really!?”
“Yeah. A buncha Freaks are trying to kill them.”
“WHAT!?”
“Yeah. Apparently”
“Holy sh*t... Alright, what do you need help with?”
“Hacking. We need you to track down as many Freaks as you can.”
“On it.”
“And get Ari’s friends. We need numbers.”
“Gotcha.”
Hanging up that call felt heavy, like the life-changing moment it would be for everyone involved.
“Should we have anyone over at HECU to keep an eye on Marcus?”
“No. Then they’d know what we’re doing and try to stop us. We gotta stay off the radar. Wear masks. Disguise our voices. Make sure nobody can identify us.”
“I had a feeling we’d need these!” another kid shouted from the bottom of the warehouse, pulling along a rack of all black disguises.
“Hey, you’re the theater kid, right? I knew you were useful for something.”
“Yep! I had these costumes ready for awhile but we never needed them. UNTIL NOW!”
“Awesome. Guys, get home. We’ll meet back here tonight.”
“Alright. Nobody die overnight!”
“Don’t jinx it.”
The theater kid knocked on the side of the warehouse on their way out.
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“Thank you all for coming. As you know, a bunch of superpowered *ssholes have decided to kill our friends, and we, the students of Dade City High, cannot allow this to happen.”
As the student body president spoke, Viktor handed weapons to everyone in attendance.
“You are being given weapons now. If you do not know how to use them, Viktor will teach you on the way.”
“What’s the current plan of attack?” A younger student piped up among the crowd.
“We go to HECU. Its location is confidential, but our hackers have found it. We also have a van we stole from a junkyard and fixed to be our ride. You know, to make it harder to track.”
“How are we all gonna fit in one van?” Another student called from the back of the crowd.
“Like sardines.”
“Also, I have a trailer. We can use that for training and extra space,” added a rich kid.
“Couldn’t we just use an old school bus?” One of the engineering students pondered. “Wouldn’t take much to jumpstart it, and nobody would be suspicious of a school bus going through Evo City.”
“From Dade City? That’s two states away,” put in a chess club student.
“What about an activity bus? It’s not uncommon for students to go on field trips that take them across state lines,” another engineering student added.
“That works. You two go steal it. We can take both.”
The engineering students nodded and gathered up their bags before leaving for the school’s parking lot, their bags clinking with metal on the way out.
“Did everyone pack some clothes and supplies?”
“Yeah, but why not electronics?”
The rich kid spoke up again. “I got a cheap phone plan. Everyone gets a phone. This way our parents can’t track us.”
“And they can’t be tracked by anyone else, can they?” a skeptical student inqueried, looking their phone over.
“I was kinda hoping you tech whiz guys could take care of that,” the rich kid replied sheepishly.
The small group of tech students all glanced at each other before sharing a collective nod. “Give us 10 minutes.”
“Good.”
“What do we do once at HECU?”
“Find out where our friends are. By force if necessary.”
“And if any hostile Freaks show up while we’re doing that?”
“Why do you think I’m giving you weapons?” Viktor deadpanned, holding up his own gun.
“Ask a stupid question,” the class clown teased.
“I mean like, one of the really bad ones. Like Painis. I don’t even think our weapons would work against him.”
“Probably run. Or run him over.”
“Let’s pray that Freaks like Nightmare Medic or HOOVYDUNDY aren’t part of this whole thing.”
“Hmm... hey, I just remembered. I have an aunt that works at HECU.”
“Uh... who are you?” the student body president asked.
“Melissa James.”
“Oh no,” the student body gasped in unison.
“...is that bad?”
“Are... are you related to Anita James, by any chance?”
“Yeah! That’s my aunt! She taught me how to build bombs. And tasers.”
“Holy sh*t! You’re related to a mad scientist! THE mad scientist!”
“Yeah, she’s a bit... eccentric. But the point is, she could be our in. And get us better weapons when we get there.”
“Isn’t she under constant surveillance though? I heard she blew up HECU twice in the last three months. That’s not something you just leave unmonitored.”
“In the same three months, she built a weapon that can level cities, a teleportation device, an army of attack microbots, and a shield generator. We could use those against stronger Freaks.”
“Would she even let us use them?”
“She’s a mad scientist who needs her weapons tested, and I hear her boss won’t let her give them to HECU soldiers. I’m not worried.”
“Well…”
“What choice do we have, Todd? Do you want them to kill Ari? Or Marcus? Or Cally? We’re desperate, and beggars can’t be choosers.”
The student sighed. “Alright. Give her a call.”
---
RING! RING!
“Hello?”
“Hey, Aunt Anita.”
“Oh! Hi, Melissa! How are you?”
“Not good. My friends are in danger. I think you may have seen them. Marcus, Cally, and Ari?”
Anita paused, lifting her pen off her notepad. “...yes, they just came in earlier today.”
“Some friends and I are coming to help him out, and we were wondering about using your weapons to do it.”
“Hmm... Come around the back of HECU. I’ll keep the door unlocked for you.”
“Heh... thanks, Aunt Anita. Also, could you maybe not tell those three about this? We told Marcus we wouldn’t do anything crazy, and if he finds out we’re doing this, we’re gonna get our *sses kicked.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Thanks.”
There was a nod, and Anita, the mad doctor who sent people running with a smile and a wave, hung up.
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To the UC Berkeley community:
As representatives of the Jewish community here at Cal, we are appalled and deeply pained by the anti-Semitic remarks made over the course of the April 17th ASUC Senate meeting.
The verbal abuse and harassment, conspiratorial accusations, and spreading of false information that we witnessed conveys an attitude of hostility towards the Jewish people and a fundamental misunderstanding of who we are as a community. This university (and our student government in particular) has earned a reputation for its recurring issues with anti-Semitism. When we go home to our communities, we are constantly asked about our experiences with anti-Semitism on campus. Every one of us has gotten a call from a high school senior concerned about applying to a school with such a strong reputation for anti-Semitism. Time and time again, our community has been marginalized and vilified, but in turn we are met only with apathy and further demonization.
To be clear, the April 17th ASUC Senate meeting was not focused on Zionism or Israel, but was rather set up as a forum for comment on the recent Judicial Council ruling regarding the 2019 ASUC elections. In the public comment, some Jewish students spoke to the room about the disqualification of a Jewish senator-elect, among others, and noted that because of this, they felt that the Jewish community lost essential representation in the ASUC. In the comments following, we were the only identity group whose desire to be represented was rebuked. Several speakers used the opportunity to invoke anti-Semitic and anti-Zionist views as dog-whistles to target Jews, including specific Jewish students in the room.
We are troubled by the failure of these speakers to recognize that while Zionism is a crucial part of our community’s identity, each member of our community has their own personal relationship with Israel and Zionism. Using Zionism as a code for Judaism, and subsequently conflating this with white supremacy, is completely ignorant of how white supremacy is founded on anti-Semitism and victimizes Jews. The words we heard last night mirror the anti-Semitic rhetoric of white supremacy and contribute to the oppression of Jewish people on this campus and beyond. Additionally, there are Jewish students of color on this campus who felt overlooked by attacks targeting their Jewish identity and isolating them within their PoC (people of color) communities. A defense of PoC communities cannot include the anti-Semitic views expressed last night. The way that Zionism was and continues to be weaponized, misused, and misunderstood shows an unwillingness to listen and learn from the Jewish community on campus.
Below is a selection of the most hurtful statements made in last night’s meeting:
A former Senator complained about only hearing “white tears, Zionist tears,” and was met with uproarious applause while an audience member shouted, “F*ck Zionists.”
A former Senator falsely claimed that she was disqualified years ago as a result of her support for Palestine and for standing up to the “Israeli genocide.”
Another student leader spoke after the public comment period and expressed various anti-Semitic conspiracies, which included:
Claiming the Israeli Defense Forces train American police to kill black people;
Claiming that being friends with Zionists means one is complicit in oppression, the prison-industrial complex, and modern-day slavery;
Interchanging the words “Zionist,” “Israeli,” and “Jewish” - a clear indication that by calling for the exclusion of Zionists from campus spaces, they were calling for the exclusion of Jews altogether.
We, as Jewish students, condemn the events of April 17th and stand united against the hatred and ignorance that permeates our campus. We ask that the campus community stand with us, make your voice heard and show that Berkeley truly does stand united against hate. We would like to extend the invitation for dialogue to any member of the campus community that would like to listen to us and engage with us.
Signed,
The UC Berkeley Jewish Community
Berkeley Hillel Student Board
Bears For Israel
Chabad at UC Berkeley Student Board
Greek Jewish Council
Jewish Students Association at Berkeley Law
JFem
J Street U at Berkeley
UC Berkeley Chapter of Challah for Hunger
UC Berkeley Chapter of the Alpha Epsilon Pi Fraternity
UC Berkeley Mishelanu
The Jews of Color Collective
Tikvah: Students for Israel
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