#and then painted black lines on some ridges molded into the star

[forgotn1]

Some pics of my Christmas tree this year! The tree itself is an artificial tree with black leaves. The ornaments are all painted with fluorescent paint and the lights are UV fairy lights. It looks so dang cool all lit up at night.

#christmas #christmas tree #christmas 2022 #happy holidays #merry shitscram #fluorescent paint #neon paint #ultraviolet #it doesn't show much #but I also customized the tree topper #it was just gold accent with orange plastic over the lights #but I did a wash with black paint on the gold part #and then painted black lines on some ridges molded into the star #that helped give it a bit more depth #I think I'm gonna try to remove some lights from the star for next year though #because it overpowers the rest

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Machines of War

"Gentlemen and Ladies, allow me to welcome you to Mars.” the human representative said as they bowed to the assembled aliens guests. They were dressed sharply in a black suit with matching pants and shoes. “We here at the Icarus Foundation believe we have quite the merchandise for you.”  “I’m sure their sharpened sticks will make excellent toothpicks.”  The whispered remark drew a few stifled chuckles from the assembled aliens. If the human had heard it they gave no sign of irritation and continued with the presentation.  The guests, as they were respectfully called, were buyers from various organizations and alien governments around the universe. A Predatorian sat calmly in the sampling some of the prime rib bone and all, a Quwaty and Draxic were in a seemingly deep conversation about how much they despised humanity which wasn’t surprising given their previous defeats against them, a group of Ureti were gathered around a table observing the room with their keen eyes no doubt gathering as much mental detail of what was going on to report to their superiors later, and surprisingly a Flinchestet government official sat in an arm chair along the opposite wall. There were many more different species present but the Flinchestet was the star as the universe knew they prided themselves as being the “bigger man”, as the humans say. After what had happened to their representative after coming into contact with the human delegation their government may finally realize their ivory tower isn’t as stable as they once thought. 

Pulling out a remote from his pocket he pressed a button and the side wall opposite the guests slowly began descending, the harsh red wastes of the martian soil greeted the guests behind three feet of reinforced glass.    The Ureti seemed to notice something immediately and raised their concerns. “Why is there no energy barrier in place?” The other guests examined the glass and saw that indeed there was no barrier or other form of energy shielding. “What? Was it too difficult for you monkey’s to figure out?” quipped the Draxic. “After previous engagements it was found that an energy barrier or shield would distort our guests view of the demonstrations which given how far many of you have traveled to view would be nothing but an insult to you.” The human’s response was clear and crisp as he nodded to the Ureti group, completely ignoring the Draxic much to their frustration. “Our pilots are highly skilled and have practiced hundreds of hours to ensure no unforeseen incidents occur. Besides, should one of our products impact this building there is no level of protection that could stop the ensuing damage.”  The guests were shocked at the bold response, some even fidgeting in their seats and eyeing the nearest doorways. “Is this not safe?” another of the Ureti questioned, to which the human offered a warm smile and brushed the front of their suit. “If what you sought was safe then I believe many of you would not have come.”  The Ureti seemed satisfied with the response and nodded.  “We here at the Icarus  foundation have been on the cutting edge of weapons technology for the past thirty years. With our existing contracts with the various human government and organizations spread across the galaxy, an Icarus Weapons has been on every battlefield that has ever had a human present.”  The Quwaty let out a low growl as a warning. Their conquest would have been complete had it not been for the intervention of a human task force that wiped out their army and forced a cease fire.  “We’ll start out with the latest all purpose infantry weapon, the Lævateinn.” A door to the room opened and several humans wheeled in carts each carrying a strange looking rifle. Once the carts were positioned around the room for the guests to get easy views of the weapon the wheelers quickly left the room from the way they came and closed the door.  “What does “Lævateinn“ mean?”  “When translated it means ”Twig”.”  The guests eyed the human to see if he was serious and paced the room as he continued.   “In our history there was once a story of a mischievous god known as Loki. At the very doors of death itself Loki ventured and plucked the Lævateinn. It became one of the most powerful weapons of the gods, easily able to shift between staff, sword, and knife at the wielders command. So powerful was this weapon that it was eventually taken by another god and protected by them in a chest fashioned with nine locks.”  He wound up at one of the cart’s and spread his arms over the weapon. “The  Lævateinn now is no mere myth but has been made real and is presented to you as the all purpose weapon of the future.”  At the proclamation a armored soldier carrying the Lævateinn stepped outside of the reinforced glass while inside the room several monitors appeared each viewing the soldier from a different angle.  “What makes the Lævateinn so potent a weapon is its ability to adapt to any situation. Close quarters.”  Without warning several cutouts appeared behind the soldier, popping from the ground. The soldier pulled the barrel of the rifle downward and it slid below the grip turning the barrel into a much shorter version of itself similar to smg’s. They spun around and in rapid succession fired well placed shots center mass in each of the cutouts.  “Medium range.” The close range targets retracted into the ground to be replaced by prefabricated buildings 1-2 stories high. In the windows and atop the roof of the structures more cutouts appeared and the soldier re-slid the barrel back into place and started firing semi-automatic bursts into the cutouts.  “And of course long range”  As the last target was hit the buildings retracted into the ground clearing the space once more. Far off in the distance, easily one mile away, a new series of cutouts appeared atop a ridge. The soldier quickly went prone and pressed a button rifle and the barrel extended and deployed a tripod as they began lining up shots.  The guest watched in amazement on the monitors trained on the cutouts as the soldiers sniper fire once again hit center mass.  When the last cutout went down the soldier calmly stood back up, turned to face the viewing room and stood at attention.  “Weren’t they an wonderful shot?”, the human spoke. “Let’s all give a round of applause for our Icarus specialist shall we?” and began clapping his hands together. The Ureti clapped as their somewhat friendlier association with humans had taught them the significance of applause, but the others were slow to join in with some even refusing to clap.  “As you can see, the Lævateinn gives a single soldier the fire power of several weapons easily compacted into one; thus making any warrior equipped with this weapon a foe not to be taken lightly.”   The guests now seemed more inclined to the weapon and began examining it in better detail. The Draxic in particular was hefting the rifle and looking down the sights of it. After a moment of fiddling with it they grunted and set it back down. “This grip is too small to be used by my people.”  “With bulk orders of 10,000 or more modifications can be made free of charge per species.” The human replied smoothly. “Once we have been given measurements of a species the handle can be properly molded to allow proper usage. We also can alter the paint scheme to imprint different camouflage patterns and cultural symbolism.”  This seemed to renew interest for the Draxic and they continued eyeing the rifle as the human motioned to the window once again.  “Next on our list is the latest in armor warfare, the MegaTank.”  The room began to shake as a large round metal sphere rolled out in front of the window. It appeared as a massive ball bearing, its sides perfectly circular and smoothed.  “The MegaTank features a revolutionary gyro system that allows for rapid movement over any surface without inhibiting the driver. It’s shell is made up of a different composite of metals with the end result being the vehicle is nigh indestructible save for the heaviest of energy weapons attached to battleships.”  The human waved to the tank through the glass and a thin line emerged down the center of it. The tank split open down the middle revealing a human operator at the center of a canopy surrounded by a mass of cables, wires, computer screens. The human waved back before closing resealing the tank.  “Today’s modern armored vehicles are little more than elaborate transports for heavy weapons. Once the weapon is neutralized you are left with an expensive tractor. The MegaTank changes this by turning the entire vehicle into a weapon. Observe.”  The same prefabricated buildings appeared again in front of the guests along with a variety of different types of ground vehicles. The sphere appeared to turn in place to the nearest one and line itself up. Instead of a port opening to reveal a weapon of some kind the sphere shot forward without warning and smashed through the buildings. One by one the sphere rammed its way through the buildings, easily flattening cars and obstacles, while never losing speed.  This time the applause was more forthcoming as the entire room appeared impressed by the display.  “Our final item for the days festivities is our proudest achievement and has since been improved upon after tasting combat for the first time, Icarus is proud to present the next generation of mech frames!”  The MegaTank quickly rolled out of sight as the ground itself split open revealing a deep hangar underneath. Warning sirens began ringing outside as a heavy duty platform slowly began to rise up from the dark depths below and atop it carried the war machine that everyone wished to get their hands on.  Towering several stories tall a massive metal humanoid behemoth wearing the visage of a human skull emerged. As the red sands of mars blew across the planet it softly coated the machine and to the horror of the Quwaty and Draxic it appeared as if the great machine was covered in blood. Even the Flinchestet stood up from their seat and gazed upwards.   “These machines recently saw conflict on several fronts and the valuable data we retrieved as helped improve the next generation that stands before you.” Pulling out a small com device and putting it in their ear, the human looked at a monitor. “Can you hear me pilot?” The monitor switched from an outside view of the machine to what appeared to be a cockpit of some kind with a human inside.  “Loud and clear sir.” The voice was female the guests wagered, but many were too transfixed by the machine to care who piloted it. “What loadout do you want today?”  “Let me ask our guests.”  He turned back to the transfixed aliens. “Our mech units can be equipped with a variety of different weapons to suit any combat need. Today we have the anti vehicle auto cannon, the missile barrage launcher, and the energy lancer as possible options. Which would you care to see?”  The guests murmured amongst themselves for a time before the Flinchestet spoke. “I would care to see this “energy lancer”.” When no one else spoke up the human nodded and touched their com again. “Our guests would like to see the energy lancer please.”  “Roger that.” A second set of hangar doors opened up next to the mech and a large barrel weapon easily the size of a football field was rolled upwards. The mech walked over to the weapon, leaned down and hefted it upwards, connecting several tubes from the weapon to the back of the mech.  “Our energy weapons have their own power supply for usage, but when coupled directly to the mech itself the power yield triples in capacity.”  The energy lancer began to hum and glow blue as energy began directly feeding into it. “Weapon is charging now,” the pilot cut in as they flipped a series of switched, “we can fire in a minute.”  “Excellent. Your target is shuttle 313 which will be taking off now. Confirm?” “Confirmed. Shuttle 313 is the target.”  Far off in the distance the guests could see the streaks of engine exhaust as the shuttle took off the ground and made for orbit.  “Are they truly going to fire upon that shuttle?” the Ureti asked. “They will, but rest assured the ship is on auto pilot and no one will be harmed during this firing.” The shuttle was well into the air now and beginning to reach the upper atmosphere.  “Firing in 3,2,1..firing!”  In an instant the glass tinted itself dark as a blinding gout of light shot out from the energy lancer. The stream of energy raced forward easily closing the distance between the mech and the shuttle and struck home. The shot hit the engines and set off a chain reaction leaving the once functional shuttle a burning pile of falling wreckage.  With that the human turned around back to the guests as the glass untinted itself once more. “That today concludes the demonstration of some of our wares. At this time you may now go out and inspect the weapons yourselves and speak directly with the pilots. Bidding will begin later tonight and into tomorrow evening. Thank you for your time and we look forward to doing business with you.”  The room was silent now as the guests all observed  what had happened. It was the Flinchestet that once more broke the silence. “If that mech was your foundations greatest weapon, why did you save it for last instead of opening with it?”  “We humans have a saying known as “Saving the best for last”. Additionally, while the mechs are our greatest achievement, they also are our most expensive product and not every client can afford such devastation. We carry a variety of other products that are more affordable for the average buyer and can still provide for you military needs.”  The Draxic, while still looking stern as always, showed signs of being giddy at that news as they still had not fully recovered after handing over their homeworld to humanity after their failed challenge. The Ureti also looked interested as they were still trying to grasp how humanity had defeated them in their recent war and having such access to their latest weapons could give them insight.  The Quwaty lacked any such subtly and asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Are you not afraid we will turn these weapons against you? You must know many of us here hold a grudge against humanity.” The human simply smiled at this as if the question was coming from a three year old trying to figure out what three plus three was. “The Icarus Foundation plays no favorites and offers our products to anyone that honors our terms.” The human’s face took on a sterner face than previously at answering the next bit. “But rest assured that should anyone break the terms of an agreement with us or take action against the Foundation in anyway we will defend ourselves. You should consider that there is no one better to understand a weapon, than those that forged it.”  Meeting the gaze of the Quwaty for several moments, the Quwaty finally broke eye contact and did not meet it again.  The tone of the room finally took ona lighter mood once more as it became clear that humans were just as happy to destroy other humans as much as they were; for a price at least.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #weapons #mech

[spooky-raccoon]

Years Later (Part 8)

Pennywise x Female Reader

Part 8 to Years later!

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         The next morning, I could hardly tell what was sore and what wasn’t. My whole body ached and when I tried to get up from bed my body caved, making me fall back down.  I groaned out, my throat sore and parched.  I turned my head to the side to find a small note, folded in a triangle, beside a glass of water.  There was even a straw in it.  Odd. I rolled over and managed to get the glass of water and the note.  As I sipped on the water I took to reading the note.  It had Pennywise’s barely eligible handwriting.  I would have thought a being who had all the time in the world would have good penmanship but that wasn’t the case.  At least I could read it.

        ‘My little (Y/N),

Did so well for me last night.  Rest.  Rest the day away.  No need for work today.  Already made arrangements.  Won’t notice you there.  Rest. Drink up and will be back soon. Very soon.

        Word to the wise from Pennywise.’

        There was a smiley face on a balloon next to his little ending signature which made me chuckle.  At least Robert’s handwriting was nicer but Pennywise had the better signature.  I set the note back on the nightstand and finished about half of the water before laying back comfortable in the bed.  I looked to see that the bed was normal.  Not a spot of blood or dried up pool of saliva. Even my wounds were bandaged up. Poorly, but it was better than nothing. I stared up at my ceiling and tried to think of why he would clean up and even patch up my wounds.  He never had in the past.  Before I could think too much on it I was starting to fall back asleep.

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27 Years Ago

         Pennywise and I had taken a stroll through the woods by the Barrens. It had been a nice enough day and Pennywise was in a better mood than usual.  I suppose it was from hunting earlier and he had gotten a group of campers who had wondered too close to the sewer entrance.  Or maybe it was the group of kids who had gone into the Neibolt house for a little ‘adventure’ that he made go insane as they tried to traverse the house. Either way, he was a pleased clown so right now he was kinder than usual.  As we walked I listened to him chat about various ways he had caught meals as of recent.  Sure, it made my skin crawl in some of the ways, but I couldn’t help being a little interested.  Just a little curious of this weird being that was Pennywise the Dancing Clown.  

        Along our walk we found a nice flat rock that both of us could sit on that the river moved around.  I laid out on it, stretching some which made my back pop in just a few places.  My hands folded under my head and I looked toward the sky that was painted in hues of orange, purple and blue as the sun was setting.  Stars were starting to show up here and there.  Pennywise laid out beside me, taking up most of the rock.  He copied my position as he too stared up at the sky. For a while we were quiet, and the thought crossed my mind.

         “Pennywise?”  My head tilted toward him to take a look at him.  He let out an inquisitive hum as he looked down to meet my gaze.  “Do you ever miss it up there?  Where you came from?”

          “Not particularly.”  Pennywise shrugged while looking back up to the sky.  “Have food here.  Don’t have to worry about that damn turtle.”  Maturin. Pennywise’s brother.  Pennywise had told me how Maturin coughed up the universe that I live in like a cat with a hairball.  It was almost unbelievable but knowing Pennywise and what he was, I could believe it.  “I have Derry under my thumb along with some other towns.  Why give up food that follows my whim?”

         “Makes sense.”  My gaze followed his back up to the sky.  “Wonder what other universes are like.  How different each one is.”  I was getting lost in my own curious thoughts which made Pennywise chuckle.

        “I can’t remember too much from mine.  Coming here and landing took a lot out of me.”  Pennywise raised a hand and pointed to a star that was brighter than all the rest even with the sun still somewhat out.  “Came from that direction.  Just right through.”

        I looked to the spot he was pointing, and my head tilted to the side as I tried to think of what it must have been like.  Before I could get too lost into thought he rolled over and he was suddenly over me, on his hands and knees with a wide grin.  I yelped and could feel my cheeks blushing brightly.  I hadn’t adjusted yet to the times he wouldn’t scare me, and he had been becoming more affectionate.  It was strange.  At first it was little things like wanting to be closer to me or even sitting with me when I watched movies.  Hell, the other night he had pulled me into his lap during a horror movie we were watching together.  My mind was still reeling at even that.

        “Little (Y/N) is a curious thing.  Wanting to know so much in such their short life.”  His head went from side to side and his bells in his collar jingled.  “Could perhaps help with that.  Yes, yes I could.”

        “I, uh, how could you do that Pennywise?”  My brow raised as I tried to not focus as his face was getting closer to mine.  His lips wet and looking plumper than usual.  No, they were always like that but god he was so close, and thoughts had gotten to my mind about what it would be like to have them against mine.  Just once and I would have been happy.

        “Agree.  Simple. Agree.  Say yes.”  He snickered, his tongue swiping at his lips.  His eyes were starting to change from their baby blue to the golden hue that I was more familiar with.  “Say yesssss to me.”

        My eyes faltered to his lips and that was enough for him for me to agree.  His lips met mine and they were softer than I could have imagined.  I could taste sweetness of cotton candy and a strong taste of iron that I could only be guess from blood.  As the sun was setting as stars started to fill the night sky he was working the clothes off my body, tossing them carelessly to the side of the rock. When I tried to cover myself, he pinned my arms down and growled in my face, reassuring me that no one would see and even if they did that they wouldn’t live to see another day.  I could feel my face was red from embarrassment and he  was eating up every bit of it, mocking me he peeled off the last of my clothes.

        “Little (Y/N) so worried that someone will see her body.  See your curves.  Gaze at your squishy bits that belong to me.  See how you give yourself up to Pennywise.”  He giggled as he started to tear away his own costume.  I had never seen him without it, so I watched with curiosity despite my nerves.  His whole body was pale white like his makeup.  There were even cracks in it like the ones on his face.  Everything seemed almost normal except for where his genitals were.  It looked like a row of sharp teeth that were starting to open up with a sickening wet sound. A thick, black tendril started to emerge from out of it that was riddled with different shapes of bumps and ridges. As it moved through the air, it shifted from red to a deep purple but always back to black.  The head was a bit flared and looked stiffer than the rest of it. A whimper left my throat and he laughed out as he worked on getting himself lined out as it finished emerging from him. “Relax, relax.  Going to give you everything you wanted.  Everything.”  

         I could feel it move along my folds which made me gasp out. It was exploring me as he loomed above me to watch my reactions.  My eye lids fluttered for a moment before he plunged it into me.  I cried out, not expecting for what it would feel like. It felt like heaven.  Every bump.  Every ridge and even the flared head made it feel like pure bliss.  He fucked into me as if he had always been the one to do so. He didn’t need to learn my body. He already knew each spot would make me melt more for him, melt so he could mold me into what he wanted and what he needed.  He played with my body and I was soon crying out his name as orgasm after orgasm rolled off of me.  

        Eventually, we were both collapsed onto the rock and he had me laid out on top of his body.  The sun had already set and there were the sounds of frogs, crickets and other bugs sounding off around us.  Things were still illuminated by the full moon and the stars above us.  Oddly, it was peaceful.  His hands even were running along my back.  The night was strangely soothing, and I could feel myself starting to fall asleep on him.  His question pulled me back just a little bit though.

        “Does little (Y/N) wish to have a family some day?  A little brood of her own?”  I could feel his head moving down to look toward me.

         “One day would be nice.”  I yawned out, not giving his question too much thought.  I knew he would have to go rest at some point and I would go on about my own life.  “Would be nice to settle down, get married, and have some kids before I die.  Maybe see some grandkids while I’m a little old lady on the porch.”  My chuckle was tired, and my eyes were starting to shut.

        “Would you do anything for them?  Whatever it took for them to thrive?”  He was sounding more serious with each question.  All I could do though was nod.  If he was planning on bothering me when he came back and try to go after my kids I would do what I could to protect them if that’s what he meant. Or maybe he would leave them alone because they were mine.  With a lighthearted giggle he patted me on the shoulder, and he was sounding like his clowny self again.  “Good, good little (Y/N).  Always good to hear.  Now rest.”

         Little did I know Pennywise was going to make sure I wouldn’t grow old.  That I wouldn’t find someone to spend the rest of my mortal life with.  At first I had thought he wanted to take away my hopes and dreams from me like he had done before.  Though, in a way I did get my wish.  That the child I would someday carry would be his.  I after all did agree.  At the time I didn’t know what I had agreed to, but I had agreed to be his. No matter what.

#pennywise fanfic #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise smut #pennywise the dancing clown smut #pennywise x reader #pennywise x female reader #pennywise: years later #pennywise: years later part 8

[cormetria-blog]

It’d been a simple assignment; reconnaissance on Earth for the rumored existence of The Blue Lion and what Marmora operative failed at reconnaissance? It was the core of their organization, intelligence gathering, if nothing else. Far from enemy lines, Earth was an easy target, too; there weren’t any nearby Galra to try and intercede and Earthlings were considered primitive beings against the bulk of the universe.

There should have been no resistance. And for a while there wasn’t.

She’d been on Earth for a handful of weeks. Dry and particularly barren, she wasn’t all that impressed with the terrain. A disappointing fact given the circulating stories of the planet; the land itself was depicted as impressively large and diverse in its show of elements, and while her confining strip had been rather wide, sands that stretched farther than the ability of her vision, there wasn’t much in the ways of diversity, though.

Maybe it was just the limiting nature of her assignment. She’d been set to land on coordinates provided by Kolivan; This is where the energy is coming from. You’ll go in and scope the area to try and pinpoint the Lion’s location. Report anything that seems strange, and remember, our priority is to keep the Lion hidden out of Galra reach: do not try and engage it.

Krolia respected Kolivan; he was a level man firmly devoted to his cause, playing all cards with a seeming mercilessness, stitched expertly by wisdom, that granted his every whim. He’d taught her a lot, too, and so she tried her best to abide by his law.  

She supposed the wildlife was interesting enough; little critters that skittered across dusty surfaces and winged beasts that glorified a shockingly blue sky with piercing song.

The sky. An absolute treasure.

She’d been used to atmospheres that absorbed the grizzliest of hues; reds, yellows, purples, and a never-ending array of dark. Wearing at her hopes with its signal of a galactic tyranny, planets mined and festering with the commands of poisonous regimes, it’d been a palette she’d learned to despise.

Earth, though, offered something lighter, clearer; that shocking blue. A confection of powered clouds that swung free against endless light, steadily escalating to an explosion of momentary red, breathless climax of the day as sunshine pulsed with its last glows, until finally, an inevitable cooling towards a navy that glittered hypnotic, moon shine and stars. She’d come to place great value on this sky; image blessed with a fleeting gift of freedom, an absence of toxicity.

Inevitably, she’d encountered something else that gave her freedom, too.

“So. The weapon you’re lookin’ for… is a lion—” he starts, tone rough like the sand crunched under the soles of their shoes. Sometimes it seemed like Tex was born from the fine-grained terrain, conceived by the canyon’s salted core. He was a compilation of rough sediment; dark eyes, chipped features, and calloused touches that made one shiver. His stares could be the dry patches that exhausted breath on long days, and his words the prickled skins of cacti. He had an attitude as malleable and moveable as a rock worn ridge, and a smile that gleamed more blade than her own weapon when pressed.

But there were little utopias between his seams, unhidden yet tricky; the buried streams that sometimes drummed like rivers, offering a rich and rare vegetation she couldn’t help but pick from.

“Yes, a lion,” she repeats, exasperated. And with that simple smack of her lips she’d broken Marmoran law, had revealed the depths of her mission—only after he’d proven his worth, of course. The two had met a few days after her crash through Earth’s atmosphere; she’d been camping out in her craft, tangled in a myriad of lively technology, when he’d stumbled into her territory.

“Shit—wait, I ain’t trying to start anythin—!”

“Who are you?” She’d growled, her every last demeanor an imposing threat, daring him to give her the slightest cause.

“Tex—argh—Kogane, I’m—I’m a engineer at a nearby school…Swear, I was just passin’ by, Miss…”

She’d been viciously skeptical, cautious, and released him after a thorough assessment had revealed that his person posed not a single danger. His ensuing reaction had been a wide-eyed wonder, and she was mildly impressed that he hadn’t scurried off screaming, or worse, attacked—she wasn’t fond of killing, but if the mission called for it…

“You ain’t from around here,” he’d hummed after gathering his wits, expression relaxing into something easy and thoughtful; a lazy smile and curious, wondering, eyes.

“Isn’t that obvious?” She’d shot, arms folding over a glowing chest plate.

“—A magical lion,” he elaborates, following the narrow path gutted into a cool and moist cave.

“It’s not magical. It’s powerful. Very powerful. That’s why I need to find it—”

“So the enemy don’t. ‘Cause if they do, bad things happen. That about it?” Tex concludes, reaching the end of the cave, bristled over by unyielding stone.

“…Yes,” She concedes, touching a dusty wall. There’s a tremor of a pulse, energy she can feel at her fingertips. We’re so close, she thinks desperately; the end of this war. It rattles in her chest.

“…You ever gonna give me anymore than that, Kro? Or is that gonna be it?” The words bounce firm off the cave’s dim interior, pull her hand back as she tenses, looking at him.

He’s done so much for her. Given her food and shelter, fixed the communications on her craft, and helped her map this endless, foreign land in more than just geography. He’s done so much, and she’s fashioned him with scraps of information.

But it’s still more than she’s allowed, and so she settles.

Her gaze holds steady as it’s used too. “Don’t waste our time by asking questions you already know the answers too.”

Tex turns back, catches the ethereal glow of unnatural eyes, and smokes with flashing brown like cinders. “Only time I’m wastin’ is mine. The hell’s the point of me doin’ all this if you can’t give me the basics? For all I know, you’re playin’ me into some kinda trap—”

Krolia growls, the accusation slicing sharp at her core, and the distant echoes of energy fade. “If you don’t trust me then leave.” It’s short and sharp and final, but there are a thousand things floating through her mind, the height of which resound; the truth is danger. The truth makes you a target, Tex.

She turns to leave.

Her feet carry her out of the cave, deliver her into the crisp of twilight. The sun radiates heat that percolates the canyon’s deepest corners, and she basks in the touch of gold. It soothes her hurt, soothes her worries, reminds her of the fires from home.

To the side rests Tex’s bike, fresh and black paint that glimmers under the dying sun. Moonlight does it better.

Inevitably, strong arms encompass her waist. They drag her back into a frame that barely reaches the breadth of hers, but she settles after a pulse.

“Let’s get home,” he says easily enough, the dim of the cave swallowing their worst. “Don’t think we’re gonna find that magical lion tonight, anyways.”

The cutting breeze of the ride back, set against the display of a melting sky turning towards celestial dark, brings her a rush of freedom, intensified only by the man she molds too.  

#random scene i wanted to do between krolia and tex #.....i caved to fanon and called him tex ok #anyways #here's this #kinda long drabble #bc i needed a break from hw #▆ ★. ch. – ❝ memories like the embers of a fire // drabbles. ❞

[winetae]

⇾ through the flames (and into the lava)

⇁ female reader x jungkook 

⇁ smut, fluff, slight humor, crack || dragon!jk, fantasy!au i guess

⇁ public indecency, dry humping, fingering, non-penetrative sex, cumplay, i’m sorry

⇁ 7.9k

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Your boyfriend is a dragon.

Or so he claims.

↳ or; the perks (and unexpected complications) of dating a fucking dragon

a/n; this is what happens when drunk ave gets an idea and rolls with it. ty to my friends for providing dragon porn and for entertaining my weird ideas !! and to mj who cheered me through the last 4k 

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You boyfriend is a dragon.

Or so he claims

(something about being the 62nd descendant of Gaivripheonth, Champion of the Eastern Skies and— yeah).

It’s not the best kept secret, either.

Jungkook is all but five when he stands at the summit of the playground slide and roars out, “I AM A DRAGOOOOON!” before Jimin pushes him down impatiently, tired of waiting for his turn. While most kids run away from Jungkook, the self-proclaimed neighborhood dragon, or accuse him of fabricating lies, you are the only one who stands by his side.

But although Jungkook is your friend, that doesn’t mean you’re convinced he’s a dragon. You’re still waiting for proof on that one. (”What do you mean you can’t fly? What kind of useless dragon can’t fly?”)

One would think by now he would have grown out of his childhood phase, but his identity crisis goes on for longer than anyone expects it to. Years later and he’s still adamant about being a dragon’s offspring. He’s less vocal about it than before, but the mania for dragons has yet to die down. It’s cute, though. You don’t mind listening to him talk about his reptilian lineage from time to time. Some people like to talk about their favorite football player for hours on end. Jungkook? He would rather talk about his granddaddy dragon. It honestly doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

You watch Jungkook swing himself back and forth, propelling himself high up into the air with powerful kicks. As the swing frame creaks and wobbles ominously, you can’t help but worry for his safety. One wrong move and the chains could snap, Jungkook hurtling into the air, arms outstretched in a poor imitation of dragon wings. You don’t have the heart to chide him for his recklessness, suddenly recalling all the times he had scraped his knees and hands while trying to reach the skies.

Up until now, Jungkook has always been heedless of the danger of his actions. It’s something you both love and hate about him—his impulsiveness, his passion, the way his emotions are never suppressed or filtered. These traits land him into trouble more often than not, sometimes even dragging you along for the ride, but at least you can say life with Jungkook is never boring. So it’s not that you don’t care about him, but you’ve long since learnt Jungkook is made of tougher stuff than his baby face lets on.

”Did you see that? I almost touched it!”  Jungkook babbles, gesturing wildly to illustrate his point, showing off the grass stains and streaks of dirt he wears like battle scars. “I got real close I could almost taste it on my tongue.”

He sticks out his tongue at you but you dodge quickly, cringing when you see him wag the dark purple-stained muscle. You can smell the artificial sweetness from where you’re standing; you know he knows you hate grapes and he’s just doing this to annoy you. 

“You almost killed yourself, that’s what!” you huff back, poking him on the forehead. He bats your hand away, pouting. He’s about to say something annoying again, you can tell by the way his face scrunches up, but before any of that happens your eyes land on the growing burnt-red blotch on his knee. Tiny pieces of gravel stick to his skin and the sight makes your stomach twist unpleasantly. “Kookie, you’re bleeding! Oh God, you’re dying! You’re so stupid, Kookie, you killed yourself!”

“It’s just blood. I’m not dying.” He rolls his eyes, ignoring your hysterics. You then spot a long, thin gash by his elbow and nearly faint. Your eyes well up with tears, the sight of blood and ripped up skin making you nauseous. “You think this would kill me? I’m a dragon! I am eternal.”

You fear he’s finally lost it.

“If you’re going to die, do it quietly!” you cry harder, rubbing your runny nose with your sleeve. “I’m trying to grieve.”

You’ve long since outgrown the playground he used to chase you around in, frame too large to squeeze down the slide, but the familiar setting makes you feel nostalgic in the best of ways.

Jungkook slowly skids to a stop, black dust swirling into the air. He looks winded, a bit out of breath, like he’s just run a marathon and a half, when he turns to you and grins like he’s just gone and devoured the sun.

Even after all these years, it’s difficult to take Jungkook seriously when he waxes poetics for his scaly mythological ancestors. You hide an amused smile behind a curled fist while he puffs his chest out, recounting the gripping tale of the defeat of Armand the Dragon Slayer. He paints pictures of snow-capped mountains, too steep and dangerous to climb by foot, and one cave, whose contents were coveted by every neighboring kingdom.

“Once you enter—it’s as if time stands still. There are no sun and stars to indicate that time has slipped away,” he explains, drawing circles into the dust with his feet. “Only cold, impenetrable darkness. Perpetual night. But if you tread carefully enough, you’ll find it—the gold.” 

The sun is setting, bathing the playground in an orange glow. For a fleeting moment, Jungkook’s eyes shine amber and you can see the countless piles of gold and rubies reflected in his pupils.

You blink and amber fades back into brown.

Jungkook weaves his fingers between yours and pulls, the sudden movement sending you into straight into his lap. Immediately you feel the seat sink down, the additional weight making the chains groan loudly. Distantly, you worry you’ll be to blame if the entire thing falls apart but the unease soon ebbs away when Jungkook cants your head so he can stare at you levelly.

Your heart stutters in your chest when you meet his gaze that’s two thirds endearment and one third mischief. You’re so unaccustomed to the smirk that settles on his lips and the look he gives you, laden with hunger, that you almost coil back in shock.

The dating thing is still relatively new and everytime he toes into non-platonic territory you never know how to react. After being previously stuck in the friend zone for so long, there are times you find yourself at a loss, not knowing how to behave around him. Despite the official change in your relationship status, things aren’t any different from the way they used to be before. For the most part, Jungkook still treats you like his best friend—which in many ways is a relief, albeit a tad frustrating, because you want him to also treat you like his girlfriend.

It’s sweet that he’s willing to take things slowly. But how much slower can they get? You’ve known each other since you were able to waddle around in the sandbox… You’ve been experiencing the slow burn romance for nearly your entire life. So, yeah, sometimes it can get a bit frustrating, but as much as you want to shift gears and head into the fast lane, you know deep down you prefer the unhurried tempo he’s set.

“You know how this story ends, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Armand probably got roasted. Literally.” You answer back in a daze, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue prods out to wet his lips. “I’ve seen The Hobbit.”

Jungkook adjusts your body so that you’re comfortably splayed on his lap. You’re acutely aware of how the thin material of your skirt makes it easy to feel his rough denim jeans and the thighs of steel they cover. You swallow thickly, trying to appear unaffected but his smirk mocks your unsuccessful attempt at composure. 

“The Hobbit isn’t the most accurate depiction of us,” he clucks his tongue, strong arm circling your waist to hold you tighter against his chest, the faint scent of fabric softener engulfing you.

Remembering how to breathe proves to be a difficult task when he leans in to whisper, “but they were right about one thing. Dragons don’t like when others touch their prized possessions.”

“Are you saying you own me, Jeon Jungkook?” You pinch his cheek, jiggling the skin back and forth until he attempts to twist away from your grip with a wince. “If anything, I own you.”

“Why do you always have to make things about you? I didn’t even mention your name,” he whines, rubbing the blooming red mark on his face. “You’re so self-centered.”

“Sure,” you hum in agreement. “But you’re mine, right?”

You freeze when you realize what you’ve said but it’s too late to take it back now. Uncertainty seizes you, and you’re scared you’ve said something too brazen, too quickly. You try to pass it off as a joke but it’s been well over a decade since Jungkook’s known you, so he sees right through whatever front you put up.

“Yours,” he agrees easily, and then leans in to slant his lips against your own.

Jungkook is a far cry from the numerous fables and myths you’ve read and heard about. Dragons are reptiles (you assume, because you’ve never met one—save for Jungkook, but he doesn’t count). Dragons are supposed to be cold-blooded, and covered in an armor of scales, ice cold to the touch.

But with every press of his lips, you feel yourself melting, fire fueling through your veins and making your blood run hot with desire. Jungkook is warm, so warm you want to properly melt into him, mold yourself against his body to feel every line and ridge. The thoughts that cross your mind make you flush with arousal but instead of pulling back and blushing profusely like you would have normally done, you boldly swipe your tongue across his bottom lip.

Jungkook’s large hands squeeze your hip in response, fabric bunching up between his fingers. The drag of the cotton against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine, and you rock forward into his embrace driven entirely by instinct.

In the back of your mind, you can only imagine how scandalous the pair of you must look defiling the childrens’ swings set like a couple of hormonal teenagers. It’s indecent, you repeat to yourself, trying to get a hold of your senses that are being shrouded with lust.  

Everything requires careful maneuvering and restrained movements; you have to be mindful not to undulate your hips too forcefully into his, lest you push him off balance and you both fall off the swing. Even with that in mind, rationality flies out the metaphorical window when his teeth graze your lower lip. 

The grating squeaks of the chains do little to deter you, too preoccupied with Jungkook’s warm hands caressing your back, your shoulders, and neck to take heed of your surroundings. Nothing can interrupt you now, not when things are finally heading in the direction you want. 

Jungkook nips at your bottom lip, peppering hot kisses across the underside of your jaw, the tingling sensation aroused by his mouth robbing you of coherent thought. Jungkook grows more confident, emboldened by your reactions, and a hand sneaks it way to your breast. The heat emanating from his palm, obscured only by the material of your shirt and undergarment, sends a rush of arousal through your body. You’re nothing short of overwhelmed as his teeth dig into a sensitive spot on your neck and his thumb finds your hardened nipple that pebbles through the layers of fabric. Without warning, he presses down on your sensitive flesh with a flick of his thumb.

Your reaction is immediate, back arching shamelessly into his hand, silently seeking more friction, while your hips roll into his with thinly veiled desperation. You bite down a moan, fingers tugging the hairs at the nape of his neck, unsure whether to push him away or pull him impossibly closer. Jungkook gives a tentative thrust of his own, seat creaking under him, and you let out an embarrassing loud moan that has Jungkook groaning in turn against the damp skin of your neck.

Suddenly, you pull back with a gasp and if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s secure grip on your waist, you would have flailed off his lap and onto the ground. For a moment you wonder if you’re hallucinating, too drunk on arousal to think straight, but Jungkook shares your bewildered expression.

“I’m—”

“Jungkook, what was that?”

He blinks.

“Jungkook…” You tilt his chin up and examine his face from all possible angles. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, but you’re certain the rings of smoke drifting up into the air are not a product of your imagination. “Jungkook, I think steam came out of your nostrils.”

He gulps audibly and regards you with a guarded look, “that’s never happened before…” He opens his mouth as if to add something but then shuts it, cheeks tainted pink.

“What is it, Kookie?” you ask worriedly, hand palming the side of his face so he couldn’t escape your inquisitive stare.

“I heard that… I heard that could happen,” he says slowly, like he’s chewing his words out. “Steam can come out of my ears or nose if I’m angry. It happens to my dad, sometimes, but I didn’t know it was a thing that could happen to me.”

“Ah…” is all you can muster.

“Are you scared?”

“Uh, no, scared isn’t my word of choice. I’m just— I don’t really know… It’s just weird, I guess.“ You’re still trying to process this new development, mind whirring with thousands of questions.

“A bad weird?”

“No, not a bad weird,” you reply truthfully, fingers twiddling with the strings of his hoodie. “I’m just confused… I have a lot of questions.”

“Go ahead,” he nudges.

“It’s a lot to take in at once, but…“ You trail off, too hesitant to ask anything. 

There is so much you want to know but you’re uncertain where you should even start. Some questions seem too silly to utter out loud so you remain silent (even though you are dying to know how the heck dragons reproduce and end up making human-looking babies). The more you think about it, the less everything makes sense to you. But then again, dragons in general are a concept you’ve never taken seriously. Until today, that is. 

You decide to play it safe, reluctant to start off with the serious questions right away. “Why were you angry?”

“Wasn’t angry.” Jungkook bows his head, fringe falling in front of his eyes to avoid your scrutiny. “Can happen when I feel intense emotions.”

You mull over his words, taking in his embarrassed stance. It’s a rare sight to behold and makes you wonder why he’s acting this way, especially when he’s never been ashamed of his lineage. On the contrary, he’s always been proud of his dragon heritage which is why you’re confused as to why he’s suddenly acting bashful. 

“Kookie, did the steam come out because you were horny?” You try your best to keep the snicker out of your voice but that evidently fails when he pinches your side in playful retaliation.

“You’re okay with it, though?” He bites his lip, thumb rubbing the exposed skin near the waistband of your skirt. Goosebumps prickle where he touches you, but you wisely choose to ignore the way he’s affecting you for now, too busy trying to wrap your head around the fact your boyfriend is an actual fucking dragon.

“M’yeah, it’s—” you cut yourself off, unsure. So much has happened in the past ten minutes that it’s hard to formulate coherent sentences. “I mean, it’s definitely not normal, but it’s not, like, it’s not a deal breaker. I just…” There’s a short pause as you try to gather your thoughts. “You’re a dragon?”

“I am,” he rolls his eyes, but you can tell he looks less tense by the way the muscles on his face relax. “Why are you so surprised? I’ve been telling you I’m a dragon for ages.”

“Yeah, but it’s different now,” you argue, arms crossed defensively. “Is there anything else I should know about? Like, I dunno, scales? Claws? Perhaps a dragon soulmate that will tear me to shreds for allowing you to touch my left boob?”

“You’ve seen me shirtless.” His nose crinkles and it tells you he’s trying hard not to roll his eyes at your expense. “I don’t have scales. Or an angry dragon soulmate.”

”Why are you acting like I’m being ridiculous? I’m not the one who blew smoke out of my nose because I got a little too excited…” You raise yourself off his lap, readjusting your skirt. 

The red sun hangs low in the sky and the last traces of sunlight are not nearly enough to keep you warm after untangling your legs from Jungkook’s. You wrap your arms around yourself, lost in thought. 

Admittedly, you don’t know how else to react to the situation other than to joke around, “I just want to know what I should be expecting next… What if you breathe out fire when you cum? Do you, by the way? I deserve to know. Don’t want you burning my hair off when you bust a nut.” 

“You are ridiculous,” he snorts, stretching out his long limbs before getting to his feet, autumn leaves crackling under his weight. “Spitting fire when… Ha.”

“Well, do you?”

“I don’t!” he groans, running his fingers through his locks in exasperation. 

“Okay, if you say so,” you acquiesce, placing your hand in his outstretched one. 

You glance down at your intertwined hands, silently relishing the way the warmth of his skin cocoons your small fist. That’s when you realize the revelation holds no sway over your emotions because dragon or not, Jungkook is still the love of your life and the best friend you occasionally want to punch in the face. It’s been a gradual process, the shift from friends to lovers, so at times your heart does still oscillate between the two. 

It’s strange, to say the least. For the longest time, you’ve separated your romantic feelings from your platonic ones. The line had been clearly drawn: Jungkook was either your friend or your lover—never both. So it’s difficult to adhere to the notion that the terms are not mutually exclusive. It’s something you both struggle with if the pace of your relationship is anything to go by.

Jungkook squeezes your hand in his and gives you a smile so genuinely sweet your heart swells with affection. 

You don’t want to admit it verbally, especially knowing how much your friends would tease you, but you’re quite certain your feelings would stay unchanging. He could sprout a tail the next day and you would still love his scaly ass.

I’m so fucking whipped, you inwardly groan right before you squeeze his hand back.

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.Before you know it, winter quickly sets in, snowflakes frosting the ground, the playground now covered in a thick blanket of white. You’ve never been more thankful your boyfriend is a dragon (or a long lost descendant of one). His body is a furnace, insides made of molten lava that chase away any cold-induced numbness. 

After that tryst on the children’s swing, you expect your relationship to keep on progressing in that direction. Yet over the next few weeks, things go back to the snail’s pace you’re used to. Everything is perfectly fine the way things are, you convince yourself. You’re content with cuddles on the couch by the fireplace and soft kisses under the dim porch light.

Still, you can’t help but feel like a big pervert at times, especially when you catch yourself studying his fingers when he chops up vegetables on the cutting board or the way his shoulders flex under his shirt when he changes the light bulb that hangs overhead the buffet. You reluctantly learn to dial back the attraction you feel in his presence, resigning yourself to chaste hugs and pg-13 caresses. 

That’s why you’re surprised when you find yourself catching your breath, pulse racing with urgent need, bra strap sliding off your shoulder blades and goosebumps littering your skin. You’re so accustomed to the unofficial “no touching” rule, that the abrupt development throws you completely off-guard.

It takes a few dizzying seconds for you to float back down to earth but once you do your eyes blow open when you take in Jungkook’s bare form. When had his clothes come off? You can’t remember anything but the strong scent of juniper and black cedarwood and the burn of his hands as they stroked your body into overdrive.

Your eyes trail down his well-defined chest, admiring the way the sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten like an oiled painting, when suddenly your gaze lands on his crotch. A shriek spills from your lips before you have time to subdue your visceral reaction.

Jungkook is tall, taller than the other guys your age, and you’ve always loved his larger, broader frame. It comes in handy sometimes, like when you need to reach something on the top shelf or when the ceiling needs to be repainted. He’s always been taller and bigger in every possible aspect, one of his hands easily covering your own, so it really shouldn’t surprise you that Jungkook is particularly well endowed down there, too.

You just don’t expect it to be that huge.

“What is that?”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows at your slightly horrified expression, visibly taken aback by your reaction. 

His clothes are thrown haphazardly on the floor, your sweater hanging off the corner of the bed—all proof of your pent up passion. But as much as you would like to continue on with no interruptions, your discovery puts a halt to your original intentions. 

“What does it look like?” he asks dryly, unimpressed by your theatrics.

“Uh, it looks like it’s going to tear my vag in two, that’s what it looks like.” You sit up straight, not bothering to hide the panic that suddenly wracks your small frame. 

You know size is something people usually like to brag about but Jungkook’s impressive length and girth only intimidate you. Sweat trickles down the side of your neck the more you try to picture his dick penetrating you. Frankly speaking, you doubt it’ll ever fit inside you, let alone for it to be a pleasurable experience… 

At a glance, the feat seems impossible. Jungkook isn’t even fully hard and his member already looks like some kind of weapon ready to destroy you. You’re desperately hoping he’s a shower and not a grower because otherwise you’ll be saying goodbye to your vagina.

“Kookie, it’s the size of my fucking forearm!”

“Why are you always so dramatic? It’s not, oh my— you are ridiculous.” He swats your arm away from his genitals, an offended look marring his features.

“Okay, it’s not,” you relent, before mumbling under your breath, “barely.”

“Fucking chill,” he sighs, rubbing his temple. “I’m not going to shove it in, okay? We’ll take it slow. Don’t worry, babe.”

His words of reassurance only have the opposite desired effect. You trust Jungkook not to shove it in, but regardless of his intentions, you can only see this ending badly. 

You wriggle around on the sheets, trying to find the most comfortable position. “Of course I’m worried,” you shoot back, gulping audibly, eyes still fixated on his dick. “Is that… Is that a dragon thing, too?”

“Maybe?” He looks down at his dick with a look of deep contemplation. “Want me to ask my dad?” 

“Shut the fuck up, you’re killing the mood.”

“Screaming as soon as you saw my dick didn’t exactly help either,” Jungkook points out as he flops down next to you on the bed, mattress squeaking loudly in protest.

You roll over on your side so you can face him properly. Jungkook shifts in response and throws a heavy arm over your shoulders, pulling you close so that the space separating your bodies vanishes. You automatically sink into his familiar embrace, accustomed to the way your soft curves fit against his torso.

A comfortable silence envelops the pair of you. As much as the constant bickering and back-and-forth banter entertains you, the lulls in conversations are a welcome reprieve. You take the time to map out the beauty marks near his collarbones, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath the pads of your fingertips. His body is strong and sturdy, muscles flexing under the light drag of your nails. 

“Hey.” A slow grin curves at his lips when you turn to look up at him. 

You decide you like these quiet moments the most. There’s really nowhere else you would rather be than in his arms, one hand petting the crown of your head in a calming gesture while the other one holds you close to his chest. It feels kind of domestic, somehow, and has you thinking about the infinite possibilities a future with Jungkook holds. 

It’s during times like these you let yourself entertain the thought of waking up every day in Jungkook’s arms, legs tangled together, his face nuzzled in your hair or the crook of your neck, chest rising steadily under the palm of your hand. You think about this often, actually. More often than you’ll ever admit. 

“Hi,” you smile back.

“We don’t have to, you know.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The sincerity that drips off his words has your stomach fluttering.

“Don’t have to what?”

“We don’t have to have sex. Don’t want to pressure you into anything. I’m good with whatever you want, babe,” he admits, eyes bright with endearment.

Something flares in your chest. You recognize the feeling right away; the surge of competitiveness that shoots up your spine whenever he insinuates you’re too chicken has gotten you into trouble time and time again. And although you know that’s not what he’s implying this time, you stubbornly hold on to the urge to prove him wrong.

So, as much as you appreciate the sentiment—

“I want to!” Your statement comes out more forceful than intended but you refuse to back down now. “I want to have sex with you, it’s just, well… Slow, right?”

“We can go slow,” Jungkook agrees at once, corners of his mouth upturned into a reassuring smile. “We’ll go as slow as we need to… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, okay.” You worry your lower lip which he notices immediately. He traces the seam of your mouth with his thumb, forcing you to stop rolling the flesh between your teeth.

“Hey— We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can always change your mind; it’s okay, babe.”

“I know,” you stress. “I’m just a little nervous. Your schlong is longer than a fucking parsnip so I’m worried you’re going to spear me open.”

“Shut up,” grumbles Jungkook, embarrassed. 

“You have three legs,” you press on, unaware of his anxious fidgeting. “Do they even make condoms in your size?”

He laughs in response but you’ve known him for so long now that you can tell right away that something is wrong. Maybe it’s the way his eyes refuse to meet your own or the way the sound cuts off in his throat. The forced expression on his face is like a physical punch to the gut. 

You did that. 

Something ugly twists in your stomach and you feel sick. You’re hit with the alarming realization that you’ve been horribly insensitive, completely disregarding Jungkook’s feelings and his own apprehension. Guilt weighs down on you and you want to kick yourself for being such an asshole. 

You have the tendency to cover up your anxiety by joking around. But you’re old enough to know that it doesn’t give you a pass for being an asshat—especially when Jungkook has been nothing but kind and patient with you. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologize, taking his hand in yours. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you didn’t.” He squeezes your hand in his, wordlessly forgiving you. “It’s just— It sucks, you know? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish my cock was smaller.”

“No, it’s— “

“I want to have sex normally, without having to worry about whether my partner’s vagina will still be functioning once we’re done,” he continues, visibly worked up. “People always go on about wanting a pornstar dick but once they see mine they want to run to the fucking Himalayas. Yeah, sorry, I just… Yeah.” 

You swallow, feeling like absolute shit for reacting the way you did. It’s not like Jungkook chose to have a giant dick… The last thing you want is for him to feel ashamed or guilty for his body which is something he has no control over in any case.

“Jungkook, I’m honestly really sorry. I was being a bitch. Your dick size doesn’t actually matter to me—you know that right? I’d still love you regardless. You could have horns and a scaly back. I really don’t care about that.” 

“Yeah?”

“’Course not.” You smile up at him, rose dusting your cheeks. “I was in love with you before I even knew those limp noodles were called dicks.”

He snorts, the sound escaping before he can bite it down. The sound makes your lips quirk up in response. The tight ball of nerves in your chest unfurls and the muscles in your shoulders go lax. You still regret being that insensitive over an issue that clearly bothers him but you’re glad he’s accepted your apology, even if you don’t deserve it.

“Sex isn’t a necessary step. I didn’t fall for you because of your dragon dick.”

“Oh, you didn’t?” Jungkook feigns disappointment. “And here I thought my monstrous size was what won you over…”

“We’ll work up to it,” he adds once your giggles die down. “We’ll go as slow as we need to. I have all the time in the world to get you ready for my cock.”

“You know we can have sex without penetration, right?” 

“You want to give it a go now?” he hums jokingly, nudging your nose with his own. 

“I’m pretty dry right now.” 

“Yeah? It’s nothing I can’t work with.” A sly smirk pulls at his lips causing you to huff at his cockiness. 

“We’ll see about that. Get to it, babe,” you mock, goading him on.

“Are you doubting me right now?” He chuckles lowly and the sound shoots straight to your core. He leans in, close enough for the warmth of his breath to tickle your ear, “I’ll make you take me seriously.”

And with that he bites down on your lobe. Your body jerks forward at the unexpected sting, chest crashing into his. Jungkook traces the sides of your flank before grabbing your ass, skin soft and pliant under his palms. He squeezes, smirking when you shudder in his hold, before his hands come crashing down with an audible slapping sound that echoes in the quiet of his room.

“Wha—” You’re cut off as his mouth presses against yours, chapped lips melding against your own.

You can’t help but rut forward, thighs rubbing together, seeking any form of relief you can find.

“Fuck, okay,” you whimper as he pulls away to catch his breath. “Here, like this.”

He digs the pads of his fingertips into your cheeks while rolling onto his back. Instinctively you tighten your hold around him, body sinking into his like mush. You find yourself splayed out on top of him, his strong hands keeping your pelvis attached to his own, his hardening dick poking your thigh. 

You sit up, adjusting yourself so that you’re now perched comfortably atop his growing erection. The sight of him sprawled out underneath you is so tempting that only your last remaining traces of sanity prevent you from jumping his bones right then and there. Instead of ravishing him like a woman gone mad, you roll your hips, keenly aware that the last barrier separating your bodies makes it easy to feel his hardness drag against your soaked center.

“That’s right, ride my cock,” he smirks, hands still groping your ass. 

Any witty retort dies in your throat the moment he rocks into you, meeting one of your tentative hip thrusts. Wetness soaks through your ruined lace and coats his member in a sheen layer of slick. You can barely feel the sodden material, too lost in pleasure, but a well-timed thrust has the fabric rubbing against your clit, rendering you speechless. Only heavy pants fall from your lips, face flushed with exertion, the muscles in your thighs trembling with effort. 

“So good for me,” he bites his lip in an effort to muffle his groans. “You’re always so good for me. My good girl.”

His words go straight to your bundle of nerves, fueling your rampant desire, and you roll down your hips more forcefully, doing your best to alleviate the pressing ache. Your core burns with the need for attention and it soon becomes apparent that your inexperienced undulations are not nearly enough friction.

Jungkook pulls you down and kisses you, teeth clashing into yours as he rolls you over once more, looking like a man starved and on a mission.

With nimble fingers, he quickly peels off the useless undergarment and lets it fall to the ground without a second glance, knees nudging your legs apart. 

At once, his jaw goes slack, black orbs feasting on the way you glisten for him, and takes his index and middle finger and pulls your lips apart for a better view. The direct contact with your sensitive skin makes you jolt, moan stuck in your throat. 

Jungkook mutters your name reverently, in awe, watching you intently with evident arousal marred onto his features.

“Look at you.” His lips are swollen, bitten red. “You’re getting my sheets dirty.”

You try to squirm away from his hold but his grip on your thighs is firm, keeping you pinned where he wants you. An embarrassed whine escapes you, skin heating up under his intense scrutiny, and your core clenches subconsciously.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he swallows, eyes darkening with lust. “All for me.”

His long fingers stroke you teasingly, coaxing the longing within you to a firestorm. But the light touches only agitate you further, riling you up until it’s too much.

“C’mon,” you whine, hips canting in a futile attempt at gratification. “Please, come on.”

“What do you want, hm?” 

What you want is to kick the smug look off his face but you know that resorting to violence won’t get you what you desire. Knowing your boyfriend, he would probably use your show of intemperance to tease you even further. Fucker, you pout in annoyance.

The easiest method to obtain what you need is to give in to his whims. As much as it pains you to stroke his already huge ego, you know it’s the only solution. He’s worked you up too much for you to put up much of a fight; you can spot a lost battle when you see one.

“Want you,” you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“What was that?” he mocks, smirk ever present. “What do you want?”

When you don’t answer right away he growls your name in warning, the gruff noise making you shudder. Your head swims with arousal and you barely have time to think of a coherent answer when he suddenly pinches your clit between his slippery fingers.

“Speak up,” he orders, ignoring the sharp cry that echoes in the room.

Your mind is reeling; it feels like you are stuck in an alternate reality. You’re having a hard time believing your relationship is taking such a sudden turn, but you don’t have much time to think it through before Jungkook delivers a swat on the inside of your thigh to keep you focused. Distantly, you wonder how he was ever able to hold himself back in the past because the man before you looks like he wants to devour you whole.

“Want you,” you repeat, a little louder this time, sweat dampening your neck. “I want your fingers, please, I— I want you to touch me properly.”

Pink colors your cheeks as humiliation courses through you. You don’t like being reduced to an unintelligible mess, especially since it’ll only go to Jungkook’s head. You can already tell your reaction pleases him if the smug curve of his smile is anything to go by. He leans forward to catch your lips with his just as he eases a finger into your warmth. All previous irritation melts away as your mind zeroes in on the licks of pleasure that curl around your spine.

The foreign feeling has you seizing up, insides clamping down on the intruding digit. Jungkook swallows down your moans, lips working feverishly against your own while his finger rubs your slick walls. When you finally start to relax around him, he carefully draws it back out before thrusting again, a loud squelch audible even over the thrumming of your heart and your eager cries.

“Okay, Christ,” he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, finger still slowly working you open. “You’re so small.”

“Let me get the lube, I don’t want to hurt you,” he leans down to brush his lips against yours, softer this time, before pulling away completely. 

You shiver as the cold air kisses your body. It’s not even been a full ten seconds but you already miss the warmth that Jungkook provides. Now that he’s gone, you feel like your nipples are going to fall off from the cold at any given moment.

Jungkook uncaps the lube and spreads a generous amount on his fingers. The sight makes your every nerve seize up with anticipation.

He works in two fingers slowly—so slowly you’re overcome with the urge to kick him again, only because the expectation keeps building in your chest like a mounting wave right before it crashes. You can feel the stretch but his languid strokes do little to bring you pleasure and you huff impatiently.

Jungkook must sense your agitation because he halts his ministrations in warning, “we’re doing this slowly or not at all.” 

The surprising sternness in his tone calms you down at once, and you go limp and pliant under his attentive care. The fire takes awhile to spread from your core to the extremities of your body, but with every methodical prod and brush of his fingers, longing burns in your veins.

“Can you take another one? Want to stretch you out a bit more,” Jungkook pants, fingers still working their way into your heat. You nod, lip caught between your teeth, and he takes his slicked digits out, coating on more lube to ease you through it.

“Fuck, babe.” His voice sounds strained, and you don’t need to open your eyes to see he’s wincing. “Babe, stop clenching.”

“J-Jungkook, I,” you stutter out, moving your head to bury your face in the pillow. You want to be good for him so you feel bad for letting him down, but you refuse to just troop through the pain silently. “Jungkook, please, it hurts.”

Instantly, he stops thrusting his hand, his fingers still buried in your wet heat. Instead of resuming his thrusts, he settles for moving his fingers back and forth inside of you, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your walls. You can still feel the pressure but the pain is now mostly gone. 

Your mind is so focused on the stretch of your walls around him that you hardly notice him scooting forward until his tongue flicks over your dripping wetness. Before you can stop yourself, you clamp down on his three fingers; you can’t help but let out a gasp at how full you feel, eyes blinking back the white spots that fleck your vision.

“You’re so good for me,” he praises between the kisses he leaves on the insides of your thigh. “Such a good girl. Feel so tight and fuuckk—”

The delirious notes make you glance down and your stomach tightens as you take in his mussed up hair, matted with sweat, and the wild look in his eyes; the sight alone has you clenching down on his fingers once more. You feel the mattress move beneath you and from your vantage point, propped up against the pillows, you can see Jungkook grinding his pelvis into the sheets, searching for his own friction. Knowing how much this is affecting him gets your blood boiling, and you let out a pained whimper. 

“Cock—” you gasp, grabbing his hair and forcing his mouth away from your heat. “Want it, please.”

“Can’t say that shit to me, Christ.” He spreads his fingers inside of you and you keen at the sudden stretch. “Can’t even take my fingers, look.”

He repeats the action and you try your best to swallow down your whine but he sees right through you. “You’re not ready for my cock.”

“Please,” you beg, even though logically you know it’s a bad idea. Even now, through the haze of lust, it registers that it isn’t the best suggestion you’ve ever had. But you want to feel him, you want to be closer in any way you can. You can’t explain your irrational need for him, for his dick.

“Okay, I’ll let you have it,” he relents after a moment of hesitation. “Open your legs for me.”

You’re too far gone to care about propriety and you widen your legs easily, greedily drinking in his expression of raw hunger that darkens his face. Grappling around the bed blindly, he finds the discarded bottle of lube and squeezes an abnormal amount onto his shaft, hand quickly working to spread it out over his impressive size.

Panic grips you then, and you’re suddenly reminded as to why sex with Jungkook isn’t something that should be happening after you had struggled to take in his fingers. You’re about to open your mouth to warn him you’ve changed your mind, when he slides his hardened member between your legs. You wince, expecting pain to pierce through your core but none comes. Instead of sheathing himself inside you, he’s rubbing himself against you in a slow, controlled rhythm. 

Jungkook rocks forward, letting his throbbing length slide through your slick lips, the lube making the glide all the easier. He maneuvers your legs so that they’re now squeezing his dick, giving you both more friction. 

“Nghh, fuck,” he grunts over you, watching your heat hug him snugly. He glances back up at you to gauge your reaction, fingers digging into the sensitive skin on your thighs when he takes note of your fucked out state.

“Shit— why is this still on?” You look down at your bra in confusion, but before you can move to take it off, Jungkook pulls the cups down, leaving the material bunched awkwardly below your breasts. He doesn’t move to take it off further, hands already occupied with squeezing the soft flesh.

He gives an experimental hard thrust, memorizing the way your breasts bounce with the movement. The drag of his length hits your clit, eliciting an unrestrained cry. You’re way too fucked out to care about anything but appeasing the ache between your legs; your hands scramble for purchase on his broad shoulders, fingernails leaving pink lines that will stay marked on his skin for days.

“You’re doing so good,” he pants, muscles straining with effort, hips grinding into yours to give you more gratification. 

You’ve been so pent up in only takes one well placed swivel of his hip for your breath to catch in your throat, head tipping back to bare the column of your neck. Your orgasm explodes—every nerve is electrified as if your body was a live wire. You’re left bereft of speech, hips rutting up against his on their own accord, mouth open in a silent scream. 

Jungkook coaxes you through it with words of encouragement and soft rolls of his hips, hands caressing your arms with much more tenderness than you would have expected. It takes a moment for the roaring in your ears to quiet down, but once you manage to even out your breathing, you smile up at Jungkook, thoroughly sated. 

You go to wrap your hand around his length, intent on making him feel good too, but he grasps your wrist, effectively halting your movements, “it’s fine.” He shakes your hand off with an easy smile. “I’m good.”

“I’m not going to break your dick off, y’know.” You pout, “I know I’m clumsy and I break things easily but I’m not that incompetent.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbles with laughter and you bite your lip, trying to hold back your own amusement, before he pushes you down on the bed and scrambles to his knees. His figure looms over you while his hand pumps his shaft in furious strokes, eager to reach his end. The mere sight of him losing his composure sends warm tingles down your spine that come to pool in your lower stomach. He groans out your name like he’s being physically pulled apart by the seams, body cloaked in sweat, and you mouth goes dry with renewed desire.

Finally, it irrupts—white coating your body like snow. The warm liquid paints the apex of your thighs, spurting over your stomach in thick ropes, hitting the underside of your breast and spilling onto the sheets. There’s so much of it your hand comes up in defense, fingers now thoroughly coated in his seed. 

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause. No one makes a move to go clean up.

“When was the last time you jerked off?” you ask conversationally, globs of cum trickling down your side and onto the bed spread. It feels… You squirm a little. It feels weird but surprisingly the sensation is not as unpleasant as you imagined it would be. “Is it always like this?”

He shrugs, shoulders hunching into a predatory stance. His eyes are glassy, chest flushed with exertion, and you expect him to collapse by your side, worn out from the strenuous activity. Instead, he crouches closer to observe his work with poorly concealed fascination. He drags his index finger through fields of white, uncovering a sliver of skin. 

Swallowing thickly, he goes to finger you again, rubbing his seed against your walls. He repeats this process several times, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, attention focused entirely on his task. 

“I’m not saying no, but,” you interrupt, brow arching. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure either, “ he blinks up at you, equally puzzled. “Just had this sudden urge to make sure my cum was in you.”

“Is that a dragon thing or a Jungkook thing?”

“Both? Possibly?” He looks unsure, fingers still lodged in your heat. 

He looks back up at you, suddenly looking much too smug for your liking. “So, how was it? Sex with a dragon live up to your expectations?”

“It was fine,” you shrug, biting the inside of your cheek to keep a straight face. “You were okay, but…”

“But?” Jungkook raises an inquisitive eyebrow, looking offended.

“I think we should do it again, just to make sure.”

“Can’t get enough of the dragon dick,” he hums, satisfaction settling onto his features.

He dodges the pillow you throw at him, cackling. 

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a/n: okay fun fact time,, apparently “the female lays eggs and male fertilizes them” so. yeah. idk how accurate this is, bc… you know… dragons

i was going through writer’s block and this got me back into writing lmao so ty for reading this mess, hopefully i will be writing normal things again :’’)

#can u believe this was supposed to be drabble? #... it evolved #bangtanwriters-net #kkreationsnet #kwriterskollection #jungkook scenario #bts scenarios #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook #bts fluff #kpop scenarios #also disregarding the fact that jk is supposed to be a dRagon #this is probably the closest thing i've written to fluff

[appendixz]

144. Not only are there no hot-air registers, return air vents, or radiators, cast iron or other, or cooling systems—condenser, reheat coils, heating convector, damper, concentrator, dilute solution, heat exchanger, absorber, evaporator, solution pump, evaporator recirculating pump—or any type of ducts, whether spiral lock-seam/standing rib design, double-wall duct, and Loloss (TM) Tee, flat oval, or round duct with perforated inner liner, insulation, and outer shell; no HVAC system at all, even a crude air distribution system—there are no windows—no water supplies, drains, bathtubs, urinals, sinks, drinking fountains, water heaters, or coolers, expansion tanks, pressure relief valves, flow control, branch vent, downspout, soil stacks, or waste stacks, or fire protection equipment: smoke detectors, sprinkers, flow detectors, dry pipe valve, O.S. & Y. Gate valve, water motor alarm, visual annunciation devices, hose rack and hose reel whether a 2 1/2″ or 1 1/2′ valve, foam systems, gaseous suppression systems; nor any sign of daisy-chain wiring or star wiring or electrical metallic tubing (EMT), rigid conduit, wireways, bus ducts, underfloor ducts, a cellular floor, a raised floor, or for that matter wire of any sort, No. 36 to No. 0000 (#4/0), or electrical boxes—3 duct junction boxes etc., etc.— or plug-in receptacles, 3-prong grounded duplex or other, pots on pans or cans, or switch plates, switches, whether swing pole, dimmer or remote, or circuit breakers or fuses, whether lead, tin, copper, silver, etc., etc., with a voltage class from 12, 24, 125, 250, 600, 5000+, or even lights, whether electrical discharge, incandescent, or combustion, no flame arc or gas-filled, tipless, inside frosted, decorative, general service, 10,000 watt aviation picture studio, projection signal, Christmas tree, arc projector, photoflood, mercury, sodium, glow, sun, flash, black light, water cooled, germicidal, purple x, ozone, fluorescent, Slimline, Lumiline, Circline, rough service, Q coated, Bonus A-line, 75,000 watt, Quartzline, special service, DVY, DFC, iodine cycle, axial quartz, halogen cycle, bi-post, heat, brooder, red bowl therapy, silver neck brooder, quartz infrared, bent-end infrared, iodine cycle infrared, RSC base, red filter, Marc 300, Lucalox, multi-vapor, e-bulb mercury, 1,500 watt multi-vapor, Watt-Miser II, Magicube, Flash Bar, Flip-Flash, GE-500, composite, discharge forward lighting, Precise, 35.5 lumens, white Lucalox, standby Lucalox, high output Lucalox, Halarc 32 watt, Halarc 100 watt, Staybright XL, high intensity Biax, metal halide, to say nothing of communication systems such as public address, intercom, radio, TV, CCTV, SATV, VSAT, telephone, (PAX or PBX etc., etc.,) or data, signal multimedia designs, or BAS, BMS, BMAS automation; there are not even any moldings or other stylistic signatures such as casings, baseboards, or finished floors, linoleum, cement, whether fast setting, coloured, fiber reinforced, self-leveling, mortar, high early-strength, sand mix, silica sand, plastic, hydraulic, or sheet vinyl, tile, cork tile, terrazo, rubber, carpeting, epoxy, ceramic & stone, slate, aputit-siarvaq, or marble, whether white—Danby Imperial, Colorado Yule, or Carrara—or black or green; or hardwood, whether overlay, strip flooring with alternate joints, or herringbone, inlaid, basket weave, Arenberg, Chantilly, or Versailles parquet; in fact no wood anywhere, whether rewordd, treated western hemlock, yellow pine, cedar, wood-polymer, Engelmann spruce, pecan, southern magnolia, Colorado spruce, alpine fir, american beech, northern red oak, Canada Hemlock, red maple, sugar maple, eastern white pine, butternut hickory, shagbark hickory, american plane tree, eastern black walnut, ponerosa pine, white fir, northern catalpa, common bald cypress, american sweet gum, bur oak, California live oak, mahogany, Douglas fir, eastern cottonwood; nor any sign of a sub-floor, sheathing, drywall, any kind of insulating material, polyicynne or other; sills, sill plates, sill sealer, rebar, anchor bolts, let alone footings or foundation walls; or bricks, whether split paver or red bullnose, or wall studs, firestopping, or braces, nor evidence of floor joists, rafters, king posts, struts, side posts, ridge beams, collar ties, gussets, furring strips, or bed molding (at least the stairs offer some detail: risers, treads, two large newel posts, one at the top and one at the bottom, capped and connected with a single, curved banister supported by countless balusters) though among other things no wallpaper, veneer plaster, Baldwin locks, any sign of glass, whether clear, reflective, insulated, heat-resistant, switchable, tinted, bad-guy, antique; or even tin-plated steel, factory-painted steel, brass; or even a single nail and screw, whether sheet-metal, particleboard, drywall, concrete, drive, aluminum, silicon bronze, solid brass, mechanically galvanized, yellow-zinc plated, stainless steel, epoxy coated, black finish, Durocoat; to say nothing of the sheer absence of anything that might suggest a roof, whether pitched, gable, hip, lean-to, flat, sawtooth, monitor, ogee, bell, dome, helm, sloped, hip-and-valley, conical, pavilion, rotunda, imperial, or mansard; no westwork, ziggurat, brise-soleil, trompe l’oeil etc., fenestration, tierceron rib, coffering, tholos, strapwork, stoa, egg-and-tongue, sala terena, absidole, rotunda, revetments, reredos, flying buttresses, retablo, herm, bedevere, pavillion, pastas, narthex, lunettes, dormers, cottage orné, pendentives, cheek-walls, cavetto, abutment, nor vaulted chambers, whether quadripartite or lierne vaults, or Mihrab domes, turrets, minarets, minbars, porticoes, peristyles, tabliniums, compluviums, impluviums, atriums, alas, exceedras, androns, fauces, posticums, peristylums, vestibules, arcades, apses, naves, naos, pronaos, opisthodomos, nymphaeum, internal crepidoma, courtyards, paradegrounds, bailey, demilune, caponiere, tenaille, flank, postern, rampart, face, bastion, embrasure, curtain, keep, brattice, merlon, or battlement; nor—obviously—pilasters, pillars, friezes, entablatures, architraves, facades, pediments, stylobates, triglyphs, scotia, torus, fillets, finials, and flutes, capitals, whether Ionic, Doric, or Corinthian, with volutes, abacuses, rosettes, acanthus leafe, or metopes, guttas, mutules, acroterions, dentils, or modillions, or even tretoil, Tudor, stilted, horeshoe, ogee, lancet, or equilateral arches, most probably resembling basket handle though without any sign of a keystone, pier, spandrel, voussoir, springer, or import. Picture that. In your dreams.

— Zampanò, House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski

#zampano #the record #quotes #house of leaves #literature #architecture #redwood

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Ford Explorer, Escape Custom SUVs for SEMA Range From Mild to Wild

This time of year, the days may be getting shorter, but we can already feel the SEMA lines getting longer. The well-established custom-car, accessories, and tuner show in Las Vegas, Nevada, is just around the corner, and while we’ve already seen what Ford has in store for some Ranger and F-150 pickups at its booth, now we get to learn about its plans for the 2020 Escape, Explorer, and Expedition SUVs. Read on to learn about the transformations, which range from street machines to off-road beasties.

MAD Industries Ford Expedition Stealth

This Ford Expedition Stealth by MAD Industries looks rad and is made for weekend warriors—check out that Yakima SkyRise rooftop tent, all you campers in the crowd. The all black and stealthy SUV features red highlights on its grille and sides, and there’s a 50-inch Rigid lightbar up top to help lead the way. It also has a Whipple air-induction system, Icon Dynamics Stage 2 coil-over suspension, Powerstop Z36 high-performance brake rotors, and ceramic-compound brake pads. The bad boy rolls on 22-inch Fuel Forged FF-45 monoblock wheels shod with Nitto Ridge Grappler tires, and it certainly looks ready to hit the trail.

Good Boy Daisy LifeStyle Ford Expedition Limited Max

This custom 2019 Ford Expedition by Good Boy Daisy plays big for rappers or rock stars, as it offers the ability to livestream an in-car musical performance. Inside, Q8 cameras, Sennheiser mics, and a QSC TouchMix 8 digital mixer allow you to record tracks as you lay down the miles to your next show. Outside, the flashy rig sports custom blue paint by Relic Works, a Rigid bumper-mounted lightbar, and 24-inch Forgiato wheels. It also features a Whipple Stage 1 induction kit and a Borla touring exhaust that undoubtedly makes sweet music of its own.

Blood Type Racing Ford Explorer Limited Hybrid

Blood Type Racing shows how subtle customization can be done right with this mostly white Ford Explorer Limited Hybrid. Matching BTR Edition Blank Snowboards are on a Yakima carrier up top, while the hybrid also receives a black chrome grille and rear bumper with Lacks Trim Systems accents on the door handles and lower door moldings. A dark glass tint is fitted all the way around. There’s a half-inch suspension leveling kit, a Ford Performance skid plate, and 20-inch Ace Alloy AFF09 black chrome wheels paired with Toyo Open Country A/T II tires. Under the hood, the 3.3-liter hybrid V-6 exhales through a Borla cat-back exhaust with black chrome tips.

CGS Performance Products Ford Explorer ST

The 2020 Explorer ST receives steel-gray paint by Sikkens, and we dig the red accents on the side skirts and roofline. It sits on massive 24-inch Savini wheels and Pirelli P Zero tires, while a Borla cat-back exhaust is fitted here, too, with carbon-fiber tips. The cabin, says Ford, features a lavish custom treatment by Alea Leather.

Air Design USA Ford Escape Sport Hybrid

This tasty-looking black and white cookie of an Escape will look right at home at SEMA. Aside from the Sherwin-Williams two-tone paint, the hybrid Ford SUV features Air Design black fender flares and rockers, a big black grille, and silver skid plates. It all rolls on gloss black 20-inch Forgiato Flow 001 wheels hugging Pirelli Scorpion Verde rubber. The interior is outfitted with a Ford Accessories cargo organizer, mat, and floor liners, plus an Indel B portable fridge to keep things cool.

LGE-CTS Motorsports Urban Ford Escape

LGE-CTS Motorsports, an automotive parts store and custom shop based in San Dimas, California, is responsible for this take on the 2020 Ford Escape. It added a Borla cat-back exhaust and a Power Commander throttle-control system to the small SUV’s 2.0-liter EcoBoost four for a little extra growl in the drive-thru. It also wears Eibach lowering springs and rolls on gold 20-inch TWS Petrol P6A wheels. A roof rack with Yakima mounts and a gold and black swoop across the side windows finish the look. It’s not as outlandish as most SEMA builds, but looks perfect for cruising around the city.

MAD Industries Ford Escape

Unlike the Ford Expedition Stealth above, this MAD Industries project somehow manages to be even less scintillating than the LGE-CTS Motorsports entry. The bicycle-friendly ride showcases Eibach lowering springs and has a Yakima bike carrier up top. Twenty-one-inch Rotiform OZR rims wear Michelin Pilot Sport 4 tires, while the interior receives a microsuede headliner, matte-gray trim, and a Rockford Fosgate audio system.

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Ford Explorer, Escape Custom SUVs for SEMA Range From Mild to Wild

This time of year, the days may be getting shorter, but we can already feel the SEMA lines getting longer. The well-established custom-car, accessories, and tuner show in Las Vegas, Nevada, is just around the corner, and while we’ve already seen what Ford has in store for some Ranger and F-150 pickups at its booth, now we get to learn about its plans for the 2020 Escape, Explorer, and Expedition SUVs. Read on to learn about the transformations, which range from street machines to off-road beasties.

MAD Industries Ford Expedition Stealth

This Ford Expedition Stealth by MAD Industries looks rad and is made for weekend warriors—check out that Yakima SkyRise rooftop tent, all you campers in the crowd. The all black and stealthy SUV features red highlights on its grille and sides, and there’s a 50-inch Rigid lightbar up top to help lead the way. It also has a Whipple air-induction system, Icon Dynamics Stage 2 coil-over suspension, Powerstop Z36 high-performance brake rotors, and ceramic-compound brake pads. The bad boy rolls on 22-inch Fuel Forged FF-45 monoblock wheels shod with Nitto Ridge Grappler tires, and it certainly looks ready to hit the trail.

Good Boy Daisy LifeStyle Ford Expedition Limited Max

This custom 2019 Ford Expedition by Good Boy Daisy plays big for rappers or rock stars, as it offers the ability to livestream an in-car musical performance. Inside, Q8 cameras, Sennheiser mics, and a QSC TouchMix 8 digital mixer allow you to record tracks as you lay down the miles to your next show. Outside, the flashy rig sports custom blue paint by Relic Works, a Rigid bumper-mounted lightbar, and 24-inch Forgiato wheels. It also features a Whipple Stage 1 induction kit and a Borla touring exhaust that undoubtedly makes sweet music of its own.

Blood Type Racing Ford Explorer Limited Hybrid

Blood Type Racing shows how subtle customization can be done right with this mostly white Ford Explorer Limited Hybrid. Matching BTR Edition Blank Snowboards are on a Yakima carrier up top, while the hybrid also receives a black chrome grille and rear bumper with Lacks Trim Systems accents on the door handles and lower door moldings. A dark glass tint is fitted all the way around. There’s a half-inch suspension leveling kit, a Ford Performance skid plate, and 20-inch Ace Alloy AFF09 black chrome wheels paired with Toyo Open Country A/T II tires. Under the hood, the 3.3-liter hybrid V-6 exhales through a Borla cat-back exhaust with black chrome tips.

CGS Performance Products Ford Explorer ST

The 2020 Explorer ST receives steel-gray paint by Sikkens, and we dig the red accents on the side skirts and roofline. It sits on massive 24-inch Savini wheels and Pirelli P Zero tires, while a Borla cat-back exhaust is fitted here, too, with carbon-fiber tips. The cabin, says Ford, features a lavish custom treatment by Alea Leather.

Air Design USA Ford Escape Sport Hybrid

This tasty-looking black and white cookie of an Escape will look right at home at SEMA. Aside from the Sherwin-Williams two-tone paint, the hybrid Ford SUV features Air Design black fender flares and rockers, a big black grille, and silver skid plates. It all rolls on gloss black 20-inch Forgiato Flow 001 wheels hugging Pirelli Scorpion Verde rubber. The interior is outfitted with a Ford Accessories cargo organizer, mat, and floor liners, plus an Indel B portable fridge to keep things cool.

LGE-CTS Motorsports Urban Ford Escape

LGE-CTS Motorsports, an automotive parts store and custom shop based in San Dimas, California, is responsible for this take on the 2020 Ford Escape. It added a Borla cat-back exhaust and a Power Commander throttle-control system to the small SUV’s 2.0-liter EcoBoost four for a little extra growl in the drive-thru. It also wears Eibach lowering springs and rolls on gold 20-inch TWS Petrol P6A wheels. A roof rack with Yakima mounts and a gold and black swoop across the side windows finish the look. It’s not as outlandish as most SEMA builds, but looks perfect for cruising around the city.

MAD Industries Ford Escape

Unlike the Ford Expedition Stealth above, this MAD Industries project somehow manages to be even less scintillating than the LGE-CTS Motorsports entry. The bicycle-friendly ride showcases Eibach lowering springs and has a Yakima bike carrier up top. Twenty-one-inch Rotiform OZR rims wear Michelin Pilot Sport 4 tires, while the interior receives a microsuede headliner, matte-gray trim, and a Rockford Fosgate audio system.

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