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dankengine2005 · 29 days

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Predictions for the Starlight Express 2024 Revival

At the time of me writing this (27/03/2024) the cast for the 2024 revival of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Starlight Express has just been revealed, and along with it much discussion and discourse within the Starlight Express community about what the new production will be like, including what songs will remain or have changed, and if any characters have been cut or replaced. So therefore, I have decided to present my predictions as to what the new production will be like, drawing on what we already know and what could be the case, especially since 1984 the way railways in the UK work have changed a lot, so the new production will have to reflect some of these changes, along with changes in what is appropriate or politically correct in modern day Britain.

Keep in mind these are my opinions and predictions and you are welcome to have different ones. Also this is only my predictions and my speculation, so do not take this as official, because it isn’t. For all I know the show could be completely different to what I’m describing. TAKE THESE PREDICTIONS WITH A PINCH OF SALT.

So without further ado, let's get into my predictions. We'll start with the characters, starting with the engines.

In terms of confirmed engine characters we have the main returning ones of Rusty, Greaseball, Electra and Momma. Greaseball seemingly has been gender-swapped, as he is being played by actress Al Knott in her professional debut, with Catherine Cornwall and Jessica Vaux as covers. I find this change actually really interesting, and it kinda fits with Rusty being male and Electra being non-binary, so there is now a varied representation of gender in the main cast of engines. It's also really refreshing to see a female antagonist like Greaseball, who isn't a villain because of any trauma or something like that, she's just a bad guy for bad guy's sake! I'm also glad Momma is making her way to the UK. Momma in Germany is such a fun character regardless of any actress playing her, and I cannot wait to see her in this new version.

Now let's talk about the other supporting engines. We currently have three new characters confirmed for this new show, these being Golden Eagle, Grey Wolf, Blue Horizon and Orange Flash. While at the moment we do not know what these characters will be, I predict these will be new engine characters, possibly as replacements for some of, if not all the National engines (e.g. Turnov, Brexit, Manga, etc) Why do I think this? Because of how the nationals are really rolling stereotypes. While this is less so nowadays, it cannot be denied that there are some elements of the Nationals that likely would not fly in modern Britain. Brexit for example will likely not be included, as public support for Brexit has only gotten less and less, especially because of the way the Conservative Party in the United Kingdom screwed up handling the pandemic, Andrew Lloyd Webber himself even withdrawing his support for the party in 2021. So I reckon an engine representing Brexit likely would not go down well. Turnov even more so, given the Russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022 and the ongoing war between the two countries. So I reckon that these new engines will be used to replace not just these two, but that all the National engines will be replaced, as that avoids any controversy. Golden Eagle, Grey Wolf and Orange Flash seem more like general names given to trains regardless of countries, so therefore avoiding controversy.

The coaches that have been announced are Pearl, Dinah, Belle and Tassita, who was introduced in the 2017 London Workshop but was never added to the cast in Bochum, her role being given to Carrie. Similar to Greaseball, Tassita's gender has also been changed, making her the first male coach in all of Starlight Express history. Tassita has confirmed to be being played by Renz Cardenas, with Pablo Gomez Jones and Charles Butcher as covers. Again, this is really interesting, and I'm super excited to see how they use Tassita. Something that would be really cool would be if Tassita was representing a transmasc carriage, which makes the message of I Am Me, about being on the same level as the engines, have a deeper meaning in his case. Furthermore, a new character called "Porter" has been confirmed. Initially I thought this could be a new freight character, however a railway porter's job was historically to help passengers on passenger trains, so this makes me think this new character could have something to do with the new passenger train.

Electra's components have mostly been confirmed to be returning, with Killerwatt, Wrench, Volta and Joule, so there isn't too much to say there. I reckon Electra and their components will pretty much be a copy and paste of their current use in Bochum, which I think works well.

Now we come to the freight train. I've saved this one to last in the character section, because I think this is what I have the most to say about. My first prediction is quite a big one, but I think it makes sense given the context of the modern world:

The Rockies will be replaced with new characters.

We already have two new freights confirmed with Lumber and Oil Slick. My bet is that Lumber is going to be a lumber wagon or log car, and Oil Slick will be an oil tanker car, and maybe Porter at a stretch, depending on if they'll be a part of the passenger or freight train. Regardless, I think the Rockies are going to be replaced. This is because the Rockies are boxcars, which on both British Railways and in America are no longer being used, or at least not as much as before. This is because the nature of how real freight trains work has changed since the 1980s. Nowadays instead of individual wagons freight and goods trains are now more often comprised of intermodial containers, as these can easily be transferred from a ship to a train and then a lorry without having to remove the goods from the container. Therefore, it's likely most more modern British audiences who aren't really interested in real railways or trains won't know what a boxcar is, so therefore replacing them with characters which are more clearly based on more general wagons, for example a tanker wagon or log wagon makes more sense.

Flat-Top I literally have no idea about. I don't see any reason why he wouldn't be in the revival, as there isn't really much that can go wrong with him, but I'm still not really sure with him. I feel similar towards Dustin. I don't see why he wouldn't be in the show, especially since hopper wagons used for carrying minerals and bulk commodities like stone or sand are still incredibly common, and are a common sight, so I don't really see any reason why they wouldn't be in the show. I do have one idea that could be the case: The Hip Hoppers return to replace the Rockies, and Lumber and Oil Slick replace Flat-Top and Dustin. That way they still have hopper characters while also adding new updated characters. Oil Slick could possibly be a new villain. They could cause oil slicks on the line and crash other engines.

CB/Caboose I have no idea about, but I fear he won't be in the show. Similar to the Rockies, modern British audiences will likely have no idea what a caboose or a brakevan is because they will never have seen one before, as brake vans aren't used anymore in the UK or America, so why keep a wagon no one knows much about in the show, unless they do something clever and make him cause accidents because he's outdated, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Now for the songs. I reckon most of the songs will remain the same, however we don't really know about songs focused on or performed by certain characters. Freight is very likely going to be modified or changed or replaced with a new song to introduce the new characters. The Rap will likely have a new version, and songs like Wide Smile or Right Place, Right Time seem to be hanging in the balance because of what may or may not happen with the new characters.

It's very evident already that this Starlight Express will be nothing like the previous versions, and we shouldn't expect it to be a copy and paste of Bochum. This will be extremely different, so get ready.

DankEngine2005

#starlight express #stex #stex greaseball #stex rusty #stex caboose #stex ships #stex oc #rusty the steam engine #greaseball the diesel #dinah the dining car #stex pearl #stex dinah #stex electra #stex cb #stex components #stex rarepairs #stex au #stex fanart

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goblinlovesmusicals · 6 months

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Dinah: Hey, you guys wanna go get some D-E-S-S-E-R-T?

CB: Yeah, I need me a T-R-E-A-T.

Greaseball: Whatcha guys talking about?

Electra: Yeah, why did you guys just spell desser-

Dinah: No no no-

CB: Shut up, don't say it!

Electra: Uh...why?

CB: Oh, Starlight, how do we tell you this?

Dinah: Greaseball can't spell.

Electra: What?

CB: He can't spell. So when we're talking about something he wants, we spell it out loud so he doesn't get too excited.

Electra: He's a grown man, he can't handle hearing the word "treat"?

Greaseball: Treat?

Dinah: No treat.

Greaseball: Treat?

Dinah: No treat.

Greaseball: Treat?

Dinah: No treat.

Greaseball: Awwww....

Electra: ...Okay, what is happening?

Dinah: We told you, he gets excited when he hears the word T-R-E-A-T.

Greaseball: Watcha guys talking about?

Dinah: Taxes.

Greaseball: Aw, shucks...

Electra: So you guys just treat him like a toddler?

Greaseball: Treat?

CB: No treat.

Greaseball: Treat?

CB: No treat.

Greaseball: Treat?

CB: No treat.

Greaseball: Awwww....

CB: Dude, you've gotta spell if you're talking about F-O-O-D.

Electra: Okay, so, are we getting a S-N-A-C-K?

Greaseball: Snack??

Dinah: Oh, come on!

CB: Dude, really?

Electra: Oh, come on, I spelled it!

Dinah: Well, he knows how to spell snack!

Electra: So he can spell snack but he can't spell treat??

Greaseball: Treat!?

Electra: No treat!

Greaseball: Treat!?

Electra: No treat!

Greaseball: Treat!?

Electra: No treat!

Greaseball: Starlight damn it!

Dinah: Okay, he's getting fussy, it's time for a N-A-P.

Greaseball: Oooh, yeah!

Electra:

Electra: What does N-A-P spell to you?

Greaseball: Party.

#starlight express #stex #electra the electric engine #dinah the dining car #cb the red caboose #greaseball the diesel #incorrect quote

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cutiedwaekki · 7 months

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paint me naked

♡kinktober day 4 : paint me naked

-> changjin , smut , top hyunjin , bottom changbin , paint sex

-> 1367 words

Lol those on the discord gc will know all the problem i got with this fic but luckily i succes of making it for today hehe enjoy <3

{~♡~}

"Binnie are you coming to bed?" Hyunjin asked as he came out of the shower, his hair barely dry, yet as he hoped to fall on his lover lying on the bed, he saw nothing... nobody

-"Binnie?" Curious, Hyunjin left the room in search of the brunette. He was neither on the sofa watching a series, nor in the kitchen munching on the snacks that Hyunjin was deliberately putting up high. After all, he was well aware of his boyfriend's insatiable appetite, and although he loved his curves and his fat, he too had a right to greasy foods!

It was then that Hyunjin began to think about worrying: at last he knew that Changbin was at home, and if he'd gone out somewhere to buy something, he'd have warned him. He looked at their calender, nothing to report.

Luckily there was still one room Hyunjin hadn't tested, but what would Changbin be doing in his painting room? Admiring all the portraits he'd done of himself? No, that's not his style.

-"Binnie are you ... there?"

Yes, Changbin was there, lying on one of the large canvases he'd bought a few days ago. He still had his underpants on, leaving a tantalizing view of his plump body. But what also drew his attention were the various pots of paint around the canvas.

-"What are you doing, Jagi"?

-Isn't it obvious? I'm realizing your greatest wish", he retorted, before sniggering.

But hyunjin, still confused, looked at him quizzically before finally understanding what was going on.

-"Wait, you want us to have sex on that canvas? Hyunjin questioned him, his voice was small and quiet as he chewed on his lip waiting for Changbin to reply to his question.

-"Isn't that what you wanted? You told me it was your fantasy" then retorted the brunette with a soft laugh that the blond had become addicted to.

"I ... I mean, it could be interesting.." he said, trailing off as he had an internal battle with himself. Did he really want to have sex with Changbin on top of a canvas, both covered in paint and roll around making shapes with thier bodies? I mean that'll be perfect but imagine Changbin don't like it ... or at worst the canva's break ? But he would be stupid to say no to something like that.

"I need a real answer, cutie. Yes, or no." Changbin says, now standing in front of him as he lifts his chin up with his fingers, making Hyunjin to look at him. The blond man gulp as he stare at him, trying to find his voice.

- "Yes, Changbin i want to"

- "Perfect"

The brunette then kissed Hyunjin, and it was only when he felt the cold, strange sensation of his hand on his cheek until that he realized changbin had paint on his hands.

The mixture of excitement made him quickly remove each of his clothes, almost as if he'd never been dressed before. Changbin wasted no time in removing his boxer shorts, even if belly hid his penis well with or without them.

The funniest part was when he grabbed the paint, he only took small amounts to avoid mess and only used glitter, which made Hyujin chuckle as he plunged his hand into the pot of gold paint before placing it on the shortest's ass that he proudly slapped .

-"Who'd have thought the little greaseball was a horny little bunny, eh?"

Changbin just chuckled, as if acting innocently in the face of such actions.

It was then that the preliminaries really began, at first Hyunjin was more amused by the situation than finding any real excitement in it, even though it was one of his wildest fantasies after making love at the cinema.

But as soon as Changbin lay down on the canvas, leaving a fine view of his ass and Hyunjin's golden handprints, the blond really started to get hard. Surely, seeing his lover so horny and fat, so willing and inspired by something Hyunjin was passionate about, could only fill him with joy and a beautiful, painful boner.

And he soon realized that, despite his desire to fuck the brunette, he'd have to wait, after all, they also had a beautiful canvas to paint.

-"Did you put on weight lately Binnie ? he asked curiously, but with a hint of teasing.

Changbin understood this and feigned innocence. Yet Hyunjin wordlessly grabbed the paint and began to trace all the stretch marks he could see, painting the new ones blue and the older ones pink.

During all that time when he said nothing and painted, when no words came out, Changbin felt both humiliated and flattered, since by distinguishing between new and old stretch marks he was making it clear that Changbin had only put on a little weight, but also flattered him by painting what could be a source of complex and insecurity for the brunette.

Once proud of his work, the blond gently pushed the oldest so that his body touched the canvas, the real chlses was about to begin.

Even though they were both excited and their kisses were becoming more and more passionate, they refused to get down to business until at least 80% of the canvas had been covered with paint, which meant more paint, more ass-slapping and more and more explicit moments.

Like Hyunjin, who with his painter's soul decided to cover Changbin's entire chest with paint before turning him over and fingering him until he could clearly see the trace of his moobs on the paint.

In the end, Changbin, who thought he was going to have fun, hil who thought he was going to be able to paint with Hyunjin, ended up, as he had done so many times before, being used as a model, in this case as a brush for Hyunjin's work. He didn't mind, of course, at least he'd managed to get his hand and ass imprinted on this canva

-"Do you think it's good? Have we painted enough?" asked the blond, who, as a painter, knew when it was bo net when it was necessary and continued to address his boyfriend as if he were the one with knowledge, as if he was the artist.

Even is Hyunjin was the painter and Changbin was his muse.

But this withholding of pleasure for so long only frustrated the brunette even more, he didn't want his fingers, he didn't want his kisses, he wanted to feel Hyunjin inside him.

With a rather incomprehensible groan, Hyunjin understood the situation, and amused himself with a snide tone by surmising, "we can do both, you know".

So he carefully applied the paint to his lower belly, while Changbin's belly was painted gold , well jjst to cover a part of it mldt of the paint was used wich makes both of them giggle and turn them even more on which meant only one thing: things were finally getting serious.

Hyunjin couldn't hold back and quickly thrust his penis in, which provoked a brutal groan from Changbin. They'd already done worse, it's true, and he was so impatient that he ordered Hyunjin to continue before the blond even had to wonder if he'd hurt Changbin.

The rest was quite common, their bodies clashing to the rhythm of their moaning. Here they weren't looking to prolong the pleasure, they'd been so stimulated since the very beginning that they just needed to get it over with as quickly as possible.

So, without much surprise, Changbin was the first to come, covering the canvas with his sperm as his moans became more and more acute.

Hyunjin didn't fail to come too, detaching himself from the brunette as his semen continued to flow.

They'd clearly enjoyed themselves, although the only reason they wasn't going to do it again so soon was that both of them were covered in paint, which meant they'd have to take a shower to get clean ... again

Well ... who said it would be just a shower?

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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hardkookiecookie · 10 months

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love it so so much when like schools and stuff do starlight express for their drama classes/clubs cuz they always seem to want their costumes to look different or perhaps more exciting than what is in the official STEX productions which leads to very interesting designs like the greaseball who is just blue and red and covered in stars which makes me giggle like , yeah that sure is an American !!!

oh and who could forget . his gang of diesels . who are also American .

#I KNOW IT'S GREASEBALL BTW this is from a video clip of them singing the rap (what time is it? it's race time!)#the guy in the blue 85 jersey is a hip hopper i do believe #starlight express #stex #greaseball the diesel #also sorry for the poor quality this was recorded on a calculator or something #edit: this was from a production done by stage by stage !

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electricfied-wolf · 5 months

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I think about how. Rusty was already in pain before he was crashed. Momma comes out here and she says, screw this, if that british engine can't race, I'll get in. I'll race and I'll humble this kid. Because Greaseball has just gotten so...arrogant over the years. When he first beat her he wasn't super nice but he was at least polite enough. But he doesn't even really try anymore. When Momma was laying there, the race having exhausted the poor old shunter, and Rusty and his family were gathered around her incredibly concerned for her safety...what did Greaseball do? He mocked her. And then he and a couple of his diesels picked at Rusty, and he mocked the both of them. Rusty is used to being picked on. Sure, it pisses him off, but he's used to it. He'll deal with it. But making a mockery of Momma? One of the sweetest engines Rusty has ever known? That gets to him. Especially considering her condition. And he just leaves. He laughs at them and then he leaves.

And Rusty can't stay with Momma long at all. He declares that he'll take her place in a fit of frustration and anger...so when he's going to help Poppa take Momma to the repair building on site, he's stopped. The racing marshals are speaking with him, letting him know that he needs to hurry and find a partner before the next race begins. He needs to get prepared. Rusty has to leave Momma and get himself tuned up to race. In the final. It hits him, he's actually going to be in the championship. He is actually going to get to race. But it's hard for him to be excited. He's pacing back and forth waiting for the call to go to the track, and C.B. is trying to calm him down and assure him that Momma's going to be okay, that it'll all be okay. But C.B. knows that it's not going to be okay. Not for Rusty at least. Because C.B. is about to severely injure Rusty. This engine does NOT catch a break until the very end of this event, but even then there's still a lot that would weigh down on him emotionally.

#starlight express #stex #starlight express au #stex au #my au #Starlight Express Robotic Au

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theuncoupleddiningcar · 10 months

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I too love it here and don't feel anxious at all (not)

So here are some silly stuff cuz I remembered I had all of this stuff saved

A fine meme that I myself made lol

Dinah gave him some soup

At this point it's just funny Greaseball things lol (But Bobo is being such a cute sweetheart tho)

The mans got suspenders!

CB do be eating that sandwich

Umm Electra..?🤨 A little too excited to become converted

Bonus Greaseball cuz 😍

THESE MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH!

Omg Bobo and Buffy slaying as always with GB in the back 🤭

WHO GAVE HIM SUSPENDERS??

CB is so hungry fr

DID ELECTRA BITE HIS ARM??

GB is always appreciated and so are you 💕

#ilovetazstarship

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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hi hii!! may i ask for the greasiest of greaseball men, giran from mha, getting handsy with some t*tties?? maybe even cumming on them????????????????????????

YES. MHA SHIT. Let me tell you, I'm OBSESSED this is gross, gray, greasy arms dealer, I'm so fucking excited guys this will be INDULGENT-

(Seriously ive been doing commissions all week this is SELF SERVICE)

This was an awful idea. Things went wrong immediately. Your team got split up in the middle of the party, no one was picking up your communications, and you couldn't blow your cover by calling out to them. Even if they COULD hear you through all the music. You were supposed to get information on someone who supposedly worked for the League of Villains, but you could barely get information on your surroundings right now. You managed to find a seat at the bar at least, so you passing out from overstimulation was one less worry.

"Just an ice water, please."

While alcohol could've numbed your senses, it was a REAL bad idea to not have a clear head in these situations. You took a deep breath, in and out, and found yourself slowly calming down. Though there was something else aiding you. The smell of cigarette smoke. For whatever reason, you were always attracted to that smell, rather than repulsed by it. It was so strong too, like it was happening right next to you.

"Not much of a party type, eh?"

You turned to look at the voice right next to you. An older man, gray hair, bony fingers that were littered in golden rings, and eyes shielded by small glasses. He had a drink in front of him, and a cigarette that hung from his lips. Definitely the villain looking type.

"Not especially, no. Just sort of got dragged here. You?"

"I'm just a people pleaser by nature. People want things, I give it to them, they give me something, trade makes the world go 'round, you know?"

So a trader, if you had to guess. You had no clue if that meant arms dealer, or if he was a fellow spy in disguise. He certainly looked like he belonged here, anyway. You checked to make sure no one was intently listening, before you leaned in a bit to his space.

"You wouldn't by any chance deal in information, would you?"

There was a flicker in his eyes, a glint in his toothgap smile. You had his attention.

"I deal in any and all currency. Why, what do you wanna know?"

"League of Villains. They're getting pretty popular, and I want in."

Course you had to lie, but you had a feeling he either didn't know, or didn't care. He leaned in a bit to your space, and his low tone made your hair stand on end. He wasn't 'scary' exactly, but he was mischievous, like he was waiting to spring a trap on you and sell you to the highest bidder.

"That's some top quality information you want. Real VIP stuff. I'll give you a juicy tidbit for free, just to hook you in. I'm quite friendly with 'em, and I bring them people I think will fit. Impress me, sweetheart, and maybe I can disclose just a bit more."

You realized he was way closer than he was a second ago. You really hoped he couldn't tell you were nervous, that'd only give him confidence, and too much of that is dangerous.

"What does it take for you, money?"

"Money, a good quirk, or your willingness to...itch a little scratch of mine."

You were about to ask what he meant, when he was suddenly kissing you. You had no idea how it happened. You just knew he poured smoke into your lungs, and it made your whole frame feel warm. Made you cross your legs. You didn't even bother pulling away, even as he pulled away slightly, just to make a show of licking your tongue in front of anyone who happened to be looking. He tasted of cheap smokes and whiskey. He met your eyes when he fully pulled away, not even caring about the drool that connected your lips. He was awaiting a response, and you gave him one.

"Don't tell me you're into voyeurism or some shit."

He snickered at that, genuinely finding it cute that you said that. He grabbed the chair you were sitting on, and yanked it towards him, as if you two couldn't get closer.

"Not unless I peg ya for that kinda person. No, we can take this privately, sugar. You wanna walk with me?"

This could easily be a trap. He could be planning on killing you, keeping you hostage, or any infinite possibilities. But you needed informed, and your lungs ached for more of that smoke. So you took his hand, and let yourself be walked through the back door of the club. You thought he was going to make you do something in some back alleyway, but apparently he didn't roll that way. He had you follow him to the building right next door, and you tried not to meet anyone's eyes as you let yourself be guided to an office.

A weird, yet comfortable looking place, with plus purple carpeting, a nice desk and a chair, and some...odd decorations (a taxidermy bunny, a couple of guns, decorative knives and stuff like that) that somehow seemed fitting for him. The second he shut the door behind you both, he took a hold of your face, pushed your jaw open with his thumb, and went in for another kiss. You didn't know what it was, having the smoke come from his lips, but it was intoxicating. Enough for you to let yourself be pinned against his desk, and be given kiss after kiss.

You had one hand on the desk, and the other was on his chest, trying (albiet very weakly) to push him away. But there was no stopping his hungry tongue from exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth. You had no clue how much of the drool in your mouth was actually yours, but at the moment, you didn't care. You had to actually push him off however, when your lungs needed actual air. You were panting already, and your head was spinning. What WERE you doing? Why were you just letting him nip at your jaw like this, why weren't you stopping him?

"I don't...even know your name."

"Right right. Forgive me, I usually got more manners. Everyone calls me 'Giran', but I get the occasional nicknames. 'Daddy' can be yours for me, if you want."

You flinched for a moment as he reached behind you for something on his desk. You thought it was a weapon, maybe some restraints, only to realize he was just snuffing out his cigarette in his ashtray. You had no clue what this man was capable of, you couldn't be too careful. Even though you were thinking this while he was slowly undoing one of the buttons of your shirt.

"Fine. I'll give you a mile here, 'Daddy'. Be blunt, what do you want from me?"

He seemed amused by your impatience. Something told you he preferred to spend a LONG time on something like this, as if he wanted to savor the experience.

"Alright, if you want crass that badly, I can play. I like these tits of yours. They're two reasons why I bothered talking to you. Two very nice reasons~"

You wanted to reprimand him, albiet playfully, when his hand slithered past your shirt, to grap one of your breasts. He wasn't too firm, he wasn't too soft, but he was eager, massaging and squeezing to his heart's content as he went in to kiss at the nape of your neck. You felt your arms wrap around his frame, with your hands digging into his hair. He seemed to like the way your nails grazed against his scalp, given the fact that both of his hands were past your shirt now. His hands were warm and soft, but his rings felt sort of cold and hard, creating quite the contrast against your sensitive body. He was too good at asserting what he wanted, even from the way his hard on pressed against you.

You tried not to melt as he gently nipped at just the right spot, making your knees all shakey.

"I don't...t-think I can stand this for too long, Giran."

"Aw, sweetheart. Poor thing. Here, let's get more comfortable."

He pulled away from you, before sitting down on his chair, and gestured to the floor in front of him. You forced your legs to work as you knelt down in front of him, hands at his thighs, and the very obvious bulge in front of your face. Your hands were acting before you were thinking, undoing the button of his pants, unzipping him, and gently palming at the bulge, barely contained by the underwear he was wearing. You gently wiped the drool at your lip, and you couldn't believe it. You were literally DROOLING at this opportunity. You couldn't help it. The tinge of sweat, the smoke that clung to his clothes and ergo his whole body, and just a hint of cologne, probably an attempt to mask the smell of his addiction.

But there was no hiding it from you. You let your fingertips touch the exposed part of his lower stomach. It wasn't much, but your mind wandered to the endless possibilities. You could see a bit of chest hair poking through his mess of a shirt, you could only imagine what the rest of him was like. You hooked your fingers into his underwear, and pulled it down. You wanted that cock. You wanted that long, needy cock. You wanted those balls, lost in the mess of gray, thick pubic hair. You wanted to feel that golden frenum piercing in the back of your throat.

You looked up at him, and felt frozen as he pulled a gun from his dresser. You thought maybe you had to book it and run, only to watch as he put a cigarette in his mouth, and light it with the flame that came from the barrel. He put it down once it was lit, looking down at you past his round lenses. He smiled down at you, and you realized that's how he got such impressive crows feet.

"Go on. You make me happy, I'll make you happy."

You looked down at the girth. You couldn't resist, even if you wanted to. You gently wrapped your lips around his tip, just trying him first. You watched his body sink in content, and it somehow egged you on to take more. The gold gave you slight reprieve from the salty tang of his cock, and it felt good, running against your tongue. So much of him was still unattended to, but you knew how to fix that. You adjusted your shirt a bit, and after freeing your chest, you pressed them together, smothering his cock in between your tits. You pushed yourself up and down on what you could manage, simultaneously massaging your chest against him.

And he wasn't kidding when he said he loved your tits. You looked up at his face, and his head was blissfully tossed back. You'd think that the lack of eye contact would be rude, but you certainly couldn't complain about the view. You could see his neck like this, the way his Adam's apple gently flexed and relaxed. The way his lips pursed as he blew smoke into the air. The way some of his scruffy hair decorated his jaw. He was an aged man, and he held no shame in it. In fact, him embracing it made him more attractive than most, unfortunately.

"Shit...didn't know I picked me up such a good little toy. You got such a nice little tongue, don't you?"

He let his nails glide through your hair, affectionately, as if you were a little bunny, before he grabbed onto your head, and pushed you further into him. He wasn't a Neanderthal about it exactly, but you could tell he REALLY liked the sound and feeling of you gagging on him, mainly in surprise. You should've swatted him away, but you were too foggy in the mind to do so. The smoke, the way the precum clung to your tongue, it made you a mindless cocksucker. And you hated to admit you liked that. He pushed you down further again, more gently this time, just to urge you into taking more.

"Fuck, you know exactly what I need, don't you, baby? Lookin' at me with those pretty eyes and those nice tits of yours. Think I might just keep you."

He only had two hands, and the one with his cigarette took priority. So he finally let go of your hair, letting you resume at your own pace, to roll and pinch one of your nipples in between his fingers. You hated that he did that, you knew it was making you drip arousal right onto his carpet, but you couldn't stop him. All you could do, was still work that little tongue of yours exactly how he wanted it.

"You don't even sound like you'd object to it. Think you like my precum sliding down your throat. Think you like that it's getting all over your tits. I think you even like sucking on my cock."

You did. That piercing felt so good at the back of your tongue, the hair tickled your face, the smell of his sweat and smoke invaded you entirely. You wanted him to cum. And given how much he was throbbing, you could tell he was close. You loved watching his expression as your tongue worked. He was calm and collected, but his breathing and hissing let you know he was getting worked over quickly. Even the way he was talking to you made you crave him, crave the mess that you knew was coming.

"Stick out your fucking tongue."

He pushed your head off of him, but kept it in place. It's how you got a ribbons of hot cum against your tongue, and all over your tits. One would be bothered by a mess like this, but the second you realized how it tasted, you realized it was heaven sent. It was thick, hot, and rich. It slid down your throat like liquid gold, and the second you realized this, it just wasn't enough. You licked at what clung on your lips, you tried to lick what was dripping on your chest, and you tried to suck his head to get more. You were insatiable, you felt it cling to the roof of your mouth, like it wanted to crawl into every part of you. And you wanted it. You wanted to get him off again and again and again and-

"Woah woah woah, easy! I'm gettin' to old for you go all crazy on me here. Least let me put up by side of the bargain."

He seemed to find it funny, that you had forgotten just why you started this. Then it clicked. Right, you did this for information. You forced yourself to pull away, wiping the cum from your lips and licking what smeared all over your sweaty skin.

"R-right. So. League of villains. What do you know about them?"

"I know that I'm expecting two of my associates in here right about...now."

He pointed to the door, where two walked in. A rather dapper looking fellow with a mask and a tophat, and an adorable lizard who was dressed just awfully. The lizard averted his eyes as you stood up, mainly in panic as you realized the position you were in.

"Oh my god-is THIS why you told us not to be late?"

"In a way. Dollface, meet Spinner, and Mr.Compress. you two should call up Shigaraki, tell him we have someone who's VERY interested in proving themselves to you."

You tried not to yelp as his hand reached under your clothes and between your legs. He let his fingers slide against your dripping arousal, before massaging right at your asshole. You wanted to swat his hand away, but you couldn't push his touch away, now that you had it. You wondered if he had a body count when you first met him, and the question didn't really change.

This man just knew exactly what to do with a body.

#not transformers #mha #lemon #asks #YALL GONNA LET ME HAVE THIS #Giran #IS SO SLEPT ON #HES OLD HES GROSS HE'S SLEAZY HE SMOKES #HES THE TRIFECTA #someone help me #also i made it gender ambiguous so anyone can enjoy it #but i totally kept picturing my oc #yes i have a mha oc #god are you all sick of me yet

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