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bunnys-kisses · 10 days

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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)

you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.

park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.

it was the full moon after all.

simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.

"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."

"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."

"i was told only deer hang around here."

he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."

"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."

he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."

you stilled, "so like an alien."

he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."

"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.

he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."

you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"

he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."

you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.

he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."

you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."

he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."

you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.

you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.

"mister simon." you squeaked.

"it's just simon."

"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.

"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.

usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.

the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.

you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.

that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.

the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.

"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."

(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)

#bunny speaks #call of duty #reader insert #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #werewolf!ghost #howlin' for you au #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #werewolf au #werewolf

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Hey gimme that alien thing

Glad you finally sent me this! I loved talking about it with you! btw if you guys want to talk about an idea, feel free to message me

This is really horny but Roach is a human biologist with an alien Soap and Ghost (different species).

Roach felt weird being the only human on ship sometimes. He and Ghost were also the only species evolved from predators which only made it worse. His instinct to smile or stare at them directly when they spoke made most of them uncomfortable, too reminiscent of what they expected from the apex predators of their worlds.

Roach would never blame them! It was their instincts that made them afraid just as much as it was his instincts to be polite. He tried not to get irritated at them when they'd flinch or make a big deal of telling him that he was "Staring predatorily" again. Eventually, he just covered the bottom of his face so he didn't have to worry about it.

Ghost understood. He looked like a predator. Unlike Roach who was omnivorous, Ghost was an obligatory carnivore. Beside occasionally eating these plants that tasted like mint, he only ate meat. His teeth mostly resembled several canines, though some were clearly meant to break bones. His ears were sharp and pointed like a cat that could easily swivel all the way around. A fascinating part of his biology was his voice. Or more accurately, his vocal cords. They were designed to mimic sounds. His voice was not his own. Apparently, it came from some man from Manchester that talked to him and then was killed later. Didn't even remember his name. Just noticed it put others at ease.

"Gary." Ghost purred, sounding like gravel. "You're doing it again."

Roach shrugged. "I like categorizing our crew mates. I am a biologist."

"Planning on exploring my anatomy again?" Giant dark eyes with vertical pupils stared at him. Meant for hunting at night. Ghost looked amused with him.

Roach hated that he wore a mask. His features were gorgeous. Sharp and attractive. But he refused to unlearn baring his teeth and looking calm all the time. So he wore a mask just as Roach did. Kept himself carefully under wraps. He heard rumors that Ghost was disliked by his own species. Roach couldn't think of a reason why.

Ghost and Roach stayed perched where they were, staring down at everyone below. They acted so... odd. Almost herd like.

Except for Soap.

Johnny Soap MacTavish.

Roach would love to explore his anatomy. Maybe his psyche as well. He was a strange man. Right now, he was sniffing the air and looking around, soft deer like ears flicking up. Roach had a feeling the creature he evolved from was similar from a Cervinae. His ears were so big and soft, designed to hear things for miles. Long legs meant to run quickly and a poof of a tail that seemed to mostly just give away his mood. Roach wasn't sure what other uses it would have. Despite the sniffing, Roach knew he was not that sensitive to smell. He had to rely on his hearing and sight. It was close to impossible for any of them to sneak up on them.

Well, not Roach and Ghost. It was almost too easy for them unless Roach wore his cologne. Soap never seemed to mind. He never scolded Roach for walking too close or jumped out of Ghost's way when he saw him coming through.

Soap had giant eyes. His face looked very human because of it. And... innocent. Roach knew he wasn't. Soap had made jokes so dirty they turned Roach's ears red. He seemed to find a special joy in it. But it was hard when giant blue eyes blinked at him.

Ghost tapped sharp nails against the metal they were sitting on. Roach watched it.

"Nervous tic?"

"Hunting instinct. It's to check if my nails are sharp enough."

"You can't eat crew." Roach gently reminded.

"Two types of hunting, Gary. There are more hungers than just food." Ghost stood up, long tail lashing behind him. Roach wished he knew what it meant. His species relied mostly on body language, meaning he probably spoke volumes more than he bothered to translate to Roach.

Instead, he finally went downstairs to eat. He sat next to Ghost like usual.

Unlike usual, Soap sat in front of them. He seemed agitated, ears and tail twitching every few seconds. However, he straightened up and tilted his head at them, ear standing up. It was his version of smiling and looking Roach in his eyes.

Ghost pulled his food a little closer to himself, eating faster. Roach followed suit. It felt really weird, eating meat in front of Soap. He didn't miss the way his eyes followed it, watching it disappear into Roach's mouth.

Soap started to eat his own food. "Is it true humans regularly drink coffee? I heard it's toxic."

"To a lot of species, it is. It's because of the caffeine. You would probably be fine."

Soap hummed. "Is the stuff here any good?"

Roach shook his head immediately. "No. Next time I find some good coffee, I'll tell you."

Soap leaned forward, giant eyes blinking at him. They didn't look him head on. Just slightly down but still more direct than was considered proper. Roach stared at him openly and watched him blush. He didn't seem scared though, so he didn't look away.

The three of them kept eating. Ghost licked his fingers, getting the blood off of it. Roach grimaced and he grinned.

"Not my fault you need it to be cooked."

Soap tilted his head. "Because of bacteria right? Meat contains more bacteria and potential parasites so humans need it to be heated."

"What's an engineer doing researching humans?" Roach turned his attention back to Soap, watching his flinch and the way his eyes tilted back down.

"I research all my crew mates."

Ghost leaned in. "Need to know what might eat you?"

"Need to know which machines are more vital. How much oxygen is the right level? Nitrogen? If one of the machine for food storage fails, what needs to be prioritized?"

"And you decide that?"

"On paper? Not at all. In reality? Yes. I fix the machines. I'm the first person that messes with them. If an emergency happened, I don't always have time for order."

Ghost tilted his head. "And what would you prioritize?"

"High nitrogen levels. High oxygen isn't a necessity. It would awful to make you wear a mask, Roach, but if you need to, you'd have a much easier time and you'd be the only one really affected as long as we kept the oxygen levels above about eight percent. Also, you guy's food. Hungry herbivores for a few days means some complaining. Irritation. Hungry you two? One of us might be on the menu. Risky business."

"Saying I can't control myself?" Ghost leaned in, giant teeth bared. The still healing mark on Roach's shoulder throbbed.

Soap swallowed, looking at his mouth. "Aye. That's exactly what I'm saying. If you had to eat one of the crew, who would it be?"

Roach hummed. "Morbid question. I could live on plants for a good while."

Ghost licked his teeth. Black tongue dripping with blood. He swallowed. "I'm meant to survive a few weeks with no food. I'm sure they'd hurry up and get food before I start getting dangerous."

Soap nodded quickly. "Still. Question remains. Hopefully, I never have to get a proper answer." He smiled. It was an awkward expression, one he clearly wasn't used to making. "Regardless, I hold you two in high esteem. I doubt either of you would ever be dangerous if it could be helped. I'll talk to you both later." Whatever had irritated him before seemed to have gone away.

Roach got a weird feeling that he was both being mocked and also complimented.

Ghost left before Roach could turn to him to keep talking. He didn't need a translation to read his body language as irritated.

Soap continued to get closer. He had never been one that looked afraid, but now he seemed almost comfortable around them.

Roach found himself drawing in closer. Bewitched by Soap. A simple taste and maybe he'd be cured.

The next time the three of them were together, because it was always the three of them, that Soap smiled again. It looked more natural and both Ghost and Roach wondered if he practiced it.

Ghost thought of slipping off his mask. To stare directly into Soap and see if it made him afraid. That or grab that little tail of his and bend him over the desk.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was the mating time of his lunar year. It meant nothing to anyone else. He did not emit hormones or act like an animal or try to drag people into his office or room for the sole purpose of fucking.

Ghost just got a little easier to irritate and his mind would come up with silly things. Like how Soap could manage to look past his claws and his teeth. With Roach, it was easy to ignore. His nails were similar enough to Soap's. Their hands, though differently sized, were the same general way. Ghost's finger were longer. Made to grip and hold struggling things. Scars dotting him.

Roach saw him as a bit of fun. A "chance to satisfy scientific curiosity" about what certain aliens looked like unclothed. He had said so himself while Ghost had been undressed in his bed. Above him and vulnerable. His gentle hands holding Ghost's shoulders when he felt like he'd shake apart from the sweet contact.

It was silly to think things would change between them or that Soap would be any different. They were... better than Ghost was. Far better. He was a problem. Incorrect on his own planet. Incorrect here. Too big or too small.

Soap's hand on his shoulder caught his attention and his eyes flicked over to him. "Save ya a seat, sir?" He looked to the left of Ghost's ear. It gave the illusion of directness. Horribly rude normally. It made Ghost want to touch. To feel connection.

How pathetic of him. He still sat in the seat Soap saved.

Soap was enraptured by the two of them. Their sharp eyes. Lean muscle designed for endurance. The teeth.

He was well aware his tastes were... well. Among his people, they would outcast him in moments. Finding those traits so alluring. Despite being almost their height, only about two inches shorter than Roach and six under Ghost, he knew they could easily pick him up. He was built for speed. Short bursts to easily get away from things just like them.

Soap had tried to push it down. The feeling of longing. The jealousy when they so easily understood each other. He knew logically that it was just because they were the ones that stuck out. But they fit together so well and Soap wanted that. Yes, he could play pretend and get people's attention all day long, but it never felt substantial.

They never looked at him. While they should be normal. He shouldn't want to be viewed. The way Ghost and Roach looked at him as if he had their whole attention. How their eyes trained on his in a way that monsters had before pouncing. It made his heart race. His mouth go dry.

Soap wanted. longed. needed. He wasn't sure what. Maybe it was as simple as just their attention.

He got it when Ghost put his hand on his back. His hands. They were made to rip apart things like Soap. Get inside and devour. But it was gentle. Sweet even. Just a careful press. His tail started to swish side to side like wild and he could feel the tip brushing against Ghost's gloves. He found it hard to breathe.

"Johnny."

"Simon."

His thumb started to rub in circles. "Roach is omnivorous. He would survive just fine without meat for a while, it's just not their ideal diet. It's why he wouldn't answer your question that day."

"oh."

"But me? I'd eat the accountant that lives in the room next to mine."

Soap looked up at him. "Why?"

"He's the closest thing to a creature I had on my home world. It's from the water. A lovely little thing. You just pop those in your mouth and sink your teeth in. I think he'd taste similar."

Soap nodded. "You've thought about it?"

Ghost hummed. "Emergencies as you said. Sometimes, we don't have time to think. And if came down to it. Well. I'd rather make a level headed decision instead of a rash one. Might hurt someone valuable."

"It's cruel to place us on a value system."

"Not much different than you decide who breathes easy. I'd rather eat an accountant than my only engineer."

Soap did not miss that Ghost said "my engineer". Not the ships. Not even ours. Just my. He looked at him and swallowed.

Slowly, he moved closer. Their tails brushed and he didn't miss the way Ghost's breath caught. For Soap, it was a bit like brushing hands. A simple gesture to show affections. Judging by Ghost's reaction, he had a feeling for him, it may mean a bit more.

Roach caught up to the two of him. His eyes were crinkled like he was smiling. Soap wanted to see it properly. Without the mask. Those beautiful brown eyes. He felt weak to them. He had once heard the term "puppy dog eyes" and when he looked at Roach, he thought he might understand the phrase. While they did not quite match the canines he had seen (and quickly learned to loathe), they did have the same adorableness. They were also perfect for begging as Roach had proved countless times by looking at him and asking politely to try whatever Soap was eating. He gave it up each time without a second thought, even though it could never be reciprocated.

"Soap. You look nice today."

His heart somehow sped up more. It hurt his chest. "Ah. Thank you. You look lovely yourself."

Roach's ears went red and they fell back in line. It felt easier when the three of them were together.

Soap stayed with them late in to the night as Roach did his research. He studied one of the new animals he had gotten from a planet, gently coaxing it to eat. It was like a moth, though it's wings were made of a material he was not familiar. Standard procedure would lead him to dissect the poor thing, but... well. He felt too guilty.

Ghost kept glancing at Soap. Usually, if he and Roach were alone in his lab, he could convince him to come to bed with him. That didn't work if Soap was there.

"So, why is a high ranking member of the ship such as yourself sitting in here while a biologist works?" Soap asked.

Roach hummed. "Ghost helps me with experiments occasionally." He gently grabbed one of the... scales? that had fallen off his creature. He slid it under a microscope.

"What experiments? Maybe I could also be of assistance?" Soap's tail wagged. He looked so excited.

Ghost huffed. "He means we have sex."

The wagging stopped and Roach whipped around. "Simon."

"What?" Ghost's tail twitched. He was getting agitated. It wasn't Soap's fault but Ghost wanted... fuck he just wanted.

Soap had a pretty blush on his face. "My apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Roach paused. "Actually. Soap. Could you..." He looked at him.

Soap paused before swallowing thickly. Alone. With two predators. Being asked... "You want me to... what?"

"Undress for me. I've been curious because most of the diagrams we have of your species don't cover everything. So, if you really would like to assist me." Roach batted his eyelashes.

Damn those puppy dog eyes.

Soap swallowed and started to unbutton his clothes. He was always so confident around them. Always ready to push further. As his shirt slid off his shoulders, so did any form of bravado he might've had. His hands shook as he undid his belt, fear and arousal fighting hard. They wouldn't hurt him. He knew that. But they were looking at him.

"Take off your mask." Soap asked as he pulled the belt from his loops.

Roach slowly did. Pretty mouth. Freckles.

Ghost didn't quite yet.

Soap kicked off his shoes. "Please, sir."

His mask fell on the floor next to Soap's shirt. Giant teeth. Scarring. Gorgeous hair that kinked and curled.

Soap finished undressing and closed his eyes. He resisted the urge to cover himself up.

Roach's hands, he could tell by the softness and bluntness of the nails, brushed against him. Every bit the scientist, he actually did take notes. Measurements and pictures. He gently tilted his head so his face would not be seen.

"Why do you have a tail?"

"What?" Soap felt like he was on fire. He didn't know where Ghost was but he could feel their gazes burning into him. Normally, he'd say with certainty that his body was attractive but was it what they'd find attractive?

"What purpose does it serve? Is it behavioral? For balance?"

Ghost grabbed Soap's tail and his free hand was on his waist, moving him easily. Soap gasped, mouth hanging open and more blood rushed to his face as his body reacted. "Think I found it. Mark that it's a mating thing."

Roach actually did. Soap could hear the scratching of the pencil and it made his head spin. It was so cold and calculated and borderline cruel but he liked it. Liked that Ghost's hands tightened their grip.

Breath right against his ear. "Johnny. Are you okay?"

"Yes." Soap nodded frantically, mouth falling open as Ghost gently ran his fingers down his side. He burned all the way through. It only got worse when Roach's deft fingers touched his cock.

"Similar anatomy to a human's." Roach had a tinge of disappointment in his voice. "I wonder." He gently traced his fingers up and down and Ghost's hands were the only thing that kept Soap still. "Soap. Am I okay to continue?" Gary sounded unbearably sweet. Both of them breathing him in and he was stuck between the two of them.

"Yes, please. Please."

Ghost's mouth pressed to his throat at his pulse. They sank to the floor, careful with him. Roach used something on his fingers to make them slick and then he was gently pressing against Soap's hole. Ghost's hands kept his legs spread and Soap's hands were split between holding on to Roach's shoulder and desperately exploring Ghost's chest.

Soap panted softly. The texture of Roach's hands was... new. It felt so good. He wanted to try something. Carefully, remembering where he was, he tilted his head and pressed his mouth to Ghost's. His tongue gently lapped at Soap's lips.

Soap came with a shudder, body tensing.

Roach hummed. "That was a lot faster than I was expecting." He went to pull away and Soap quickly yanked him back.

"I'm meant for multiple rounds, just keep going. Please keep going, whatever you want to try on me." Soap kept kissing Ghost, pulling him closer.

Roach smiled and gently bit the inside of his thigh, loving the little shivers and tremors that ran through Soap. He gently pulled his fingers out and Soap whined.

"Gary?"

Roach kissed his tummy which made dozens of butterflies erupt in both of their stomachs. "Do you think I could fuck you properly?"

Soap nodded desperately.

Roach undid his pants and looked at Ghost. His dark eyes. The way his teeth stabbed into his bottom lip. "Take turns? You're quite a bit bigger. Might be a good idea."

Ghost nodded and kept Soap held open. It was for the best, he'd be too worried he'd hurt Soap to really enjoy himself. This also gave him a very, very good view. Roach went to bury his face in Soap's neck and Ghost growled, making it clear he wanted to see both of their faces. His face went a brilliant red as he kept eye contact with him. Soap still had his eyes closed, lost to the world and in utter bliss and that's where Ghost wanted to keep him. Blunt nails and claws dug into him, keeping him in place. Sharp teeth and rough tongues ran over his throat and his shoulders and his collarbones. Marks that wouldn't heal for weeks.

Soap arched so hard Ghost worried he'd snap as he came again, making tiny, almost pained moans. And then he came a third time. He was almost at the end of his fourth when Roach came in him. Soap groaned when Roach pulled out of him but he was immediately moving again. He tried to copy the way they nipped at him, biting at Ghost's throat. It sent something sharp up Ghost's spine and he picked Soap up with ease and twisted him. His face was pressed to Roach's chest and he pulled his arms behind his back before sinking into him.

Ghost growled softly and his head fell back. He didn't let Soap have a moment before he pulled back and Soap writhed, feeling an odd sensation.

"Fuck, fuck..." Soap cursed and sniffled. "You're... Yeah, you're big. You..."

Roach cupped Soap's face and looked at him, loving the way he squirmed. "His anatomy is unique. Ridges along each inch that give a great feeling. I could bore you with my theories on the evolutionary process but judging by your expression, I think you're a little too cock drunk for that."

Soap most definitely was. His eyes were unfocused but staring back. Desperate. He reached up and managed to kiss Roach. Ghost continued to count Soap's orgasms. A fifth. Sixth. Seventh. He really was meant for multiple rounds. Maybe later, he and Roach could talk. See how many they could get out of him.

Ghost yanked him to his chest and shoved all the way in as he came inside him. Soap finished one last time, barely lucid anymore. He tried to press down on him, get him even deeper. His body fluttered as he let out beautiful little whimpers.

Ghost put Soap over his shoulder and snatched up Roach who had just managed to grab their clothes. They were a bit heavy, but it wasn't difficult to carry them. Well, except for Roach squirming and insisting he get them both dressed. He did not, instead bringing them to his room. He curled around the two of them, tucking them both into him and dragging Roach back when he tried to get out of bed to get dressed.

"No."

Roach sighed and put his head on Ghost's chest. "Fine. Fine. You're lucky no one saw us."

Ghost didn't mention the cameras. He'd just delete the footage in the morning.

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asterbats · 1 month

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GTI!Espeon and Umbreon to go with the rest of the Paradise Gang

Espeon

Name: Sage

Pronouns: She/Her

Design Notes:

-Half shiny! Kinda meant to look like a bicolor cat.

-Wanted her to look a bit like an alien. 100% meant to echo those alien shiny Espeon posts

-Looks kinda mean and doesn't seeeeem too emotional, but she's just got RBF and also kinda struggles with her tone. She's the type to kinda bury emotions until they reach a boiling point. (Example being when she apologized to Swadloon and Leavanny- she seemed very stoic and annoyed, until she revealed what she did and just started ugly crying- dry heaving, snot, being unable to talk right through the sobs.)

-So chill but also kinda insane. She LOVES stretching what exactly she can do with entercards and magnagates. She will dip those things in weird substances if she'll get a new dungeon out of it.

-Her gem is cracked from her encounter with Toxicroak and Purugly in the Crags of Lament. It heals after the events of GTI, doesn't really affect her psychic abilities.

Story Notes:

-Sage came from a rich, upstanding family. She was her mother's golden child as an Eevee due to her half-shiny coat making her look very beautiful and special. Her mother had planned out her entire life, from her friendships with other rich families, to her eventual career as a business mon, to her evolution into a Sylveon.

-Despite the affection her mother showered her in, Sage didn't evolve. She felt insecure around her mother, but dared not to speak it. She was very passive, just agreeing with what her mother would say or do, doing what she was told. She actually really wanted to be an Espeon and have psychic abilities. She didn't want to be a Sylveon, but accepted that it was what she had to do- besides, the one time she suggested it, her mother sobbed at how hideous she'd look with a purple and green coat, so she dropped the topic.

-She secretly had a deep passion for mystery dungeons. She wasn't allowed to go through them, but she was deeply curious about how they were formed, how the Pokemon inside them acted, what caused the Wind. And she wanted to know how to create them as well, manipulate them to her whims. But she had no way to satisfy these curiosities besides some incomplete research books she'd snuck in.

-Until one night when an Umbreon snuck in to their home to steal their valuables, and Sage caught him. The Umbreon- Hawthorne- was rather disheveled, and despite his frightening appearance, Sage didn't feel afraid of him... she just saw his clumsiness as endearing and struck up a conversation with him, her family's gems still in his paws.

-She learned that Hawthorne also had a passion for mystery dungeons. He was an explorer, a thief, and a fighter, but he didn't care about that- he just wanted to know what made a dungeon tick. But like Sage, he was discouraged from it.

-Sage saw an opportunity for them to get what they wanted- there was a dungeon forming in the west that was off limits. She proposed that Hawthorne go off script and take her to the dungeon, leaving a ransom note as if he kidnapped her. He was hesitant, but agreed, and the two ran off and hid inside the dungeon to analyze it. The two made a ton of discoveries about the existence of Ley Lines, how Pokemon were created in dungeons, and most importantly... the existence of Magnagates.

-Even after her mother paid the ransom and Hawthorne took her back, Sage wasn't satisfied. She wanted to learn how to create Magnagates. So she ran away with Hawthorne properly, and they began their research. She evolved into an Espeon that dawn.

-Has a bad relationship with her mother these days, who rarely talks to her if only to scold her, but Sage isn't exactly reaching out either.

-Is married to Hawthorne shortly before the events of GTI. She adores him and finds him very endearing, and doesn't really know how he survived as a criminal.

-Very close to Aramis since they both struggle with expressing their emotions. They get each other.

-Is always suggesting crazy stuff

Umbreon

Name: Hawthorne

Pronouns: He/Him

Design Notes:

-He's half Mightyena so he's got a mane and patches of fur here and there. He looks sort of intimidating at a distance, which is why Post Town assumed the worst with him, but he's a total dork.

-Definitely keeps a poison sweat rag somewhere. Smelly.

-My girlfriend says he looks like a Season 1 Walter White and Jesse Pinkman combined and that he'd roll shitty blunts like Walter did in that one scene, and also that he would seem like he's gonna have sex with his GF only to cut to them playing Sonic together, and I haven't seen Breaking Bad yet but y'know what, I'm rolling with it.

-Adoooores Sage. He would do anything for her.

Story Notes:

-Hawthorne was born to a crime family and his father expected him to follow in his foot steps. And at first, he had full intentions of it. He evolved early as a child just to help out more and follow in his father's shadow. He cared deeply for his family and was happy just to be with them.

-But as he grew up, he felt out of place. He didn't share his family's ferocity and wit, and over time, he yearned for something else- dungeon researching. He was fascinated with how they worked and he wanted to make an honest living studying them. He began to fall behind in his crime work just trying to focus on the research he could do, creating distance between him and his family.

-In an attempt to get him back on track, his father sent him to Sage's home to steal their jewels- a rather high risk crime. Hawthorne agreed, not wanting to keep disappointing his family.

-As stated above, he met Sage there and eventually decided to run away with her. He had to cut off his family because they kept trying to drag him back into their lifestyle. He feels guilty for what he did there, and for leaving his family, but it was he had to do in the end. He still misses them to an extent though.

-Didn't quite lose all those skills he had though. He was able to fight off Purugly and Toxicroak well enough, and it helped when he and Sage broke Keldeo out of his cell.

#story stuff isnt as set in stone bc i came up with most of it last night lol #didnt mention it here but i imagine they are t4t #sorry for less info on hawthorne but i think i explained most of it in sage's section so hers is just longer sjlkdfjksldfjkldsf #pkmn #pmd #pmd gti #pmd gates to infinity #pokemon mystery dungeon #canon characters #starfall #umbreon #espeon #sage #hawthorne

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lostfirefly · 10 days

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If you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it

I probably won’t surprise anyone, but the idea came to me in a dream. In it, two girls were sitting at a bar and one of them wanted to meet Buggy (I'm serious!). So welcome to another dream! :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: Your sister took you to a bar so she could meet someone. She saw Buggy, but he clearly showed interest in you.

Warnings: Nerd people are mentioned here. I have nothing against people who are passionate about something. The basis is the reaction of people who do not understand other people's hobbies.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You” by Tom Waits.

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“Why did you bring me here?” You twirled a glass of wine in your hands.

“Well, because I'm tired of being alone. It's time to get back into the game after we broke up with that asshole.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and scanned the entire room with her eyes. “There are no decent candidates yet.”

“That's all very nice to hear, but why do you need me here?” You took a sip of wine and snacked on cheese.

“I’m afraid I need a co-pilot, Y/N.” Your sister chuckled and scratched her nose.

“We've been sitting here for two hours and the only options that have come to us are those pot-bellied weirdos over there.” You carefully pointed your little finger at the table where a group of chubby guys in glasses sat, endlessly discussing aliens and yeties.

“They’re not that weird.” Your sister tilted her head slightly.

“Not weird? Seriously? One of them came up wearing a t-shirt with the inscription that said “take a ride on my flying saucer.” You laughed. “Sorry, but I didn't sign up for a such kind of date.”

“Well, if there are no other options, I'll choose the one with the Bigfoot t-shirt.” Your sister shrugged and opened new bottle of wine.

“I'll hope he's not as hairy as his pet on his clothes.” You giggled and poured some wine into your glass.

“You're such a bitch.” Your sister shook her head and took a piece of cheese.

Suddenly a loud laughter echoed through the bar. Everyone sitting in the bar instantly turned towards the sound.

“Lord, who is laughing so hard?” You turned around, craning your head. “Apparently that tall guy at the bar.”

“Wow! He’s cute! Why didn't we notice him before?!!” Your sister looked in the same direction.

“Seriously? Are you sure we're looking at the same guy? Blue hair, red nose, makeup on his face.” You nodded your face towards the guy sitting at the counter. His laughter seemed to shake the walls of the entire establishment.

“Yes. He’s cute!” Your sister kicked your leg under the table. “Go and find out from him whether he’s sitting here with someone or alone.”

“Why me?” You look at her.

“You're my co-pilot, Y/N. Or do you want me to start playing the poor abandoned girl card.” Your sister made a sad face. “I might even cry.”

“Okay!” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck. Why is it always me?”

You muttered under your breath, took a glass, stood up and headed towards. You cleared your throat and gently patted the blue-haired man on the shoulder. “Hey, you. Hello!”

“What?” He turned sharply and looked you with his green eyes up and down.

“Nothing. My sister liked you.” You took a sip, realizing that you had said something stupid.

“And what?” The man look at you questionably.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Go up to her and say hello like all normal people.”

“No! I’m busy!” He turned around and poured some whiskey.

“You’re busy? How? What are you doing? You just sit and drink.” You threw up your hands.

“It's called being busy, brownie! Do you see?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, grinned and poured himself a glass of whiskey in one gulp. “So, sorry, my love.”

“Fuck you! Asshole!” You returned to the table, sat down and groaned.

“So? Will he come? Y/N, please, say he'll come!” Your sister looked at you with hope. “He's so cool when he grumbles.” She smiled slightly.

“No, he won’t. He’s kind of strange, to be honest. He’s sitting there alone, and by the way, he wears more makeup than you and me combined.” You leaned your elbows on the back of the chair and looked towards the bar counter again.

“Y/N, go and ask what he is doing? Maybe he will come..” Your sister took another sip of wine, looked at you with pleading eyes and lightly tapped her palms on the table.

“Why me? You liked him, so you go! You made a hand gesture, sending your sister to the bar.

“I’m shy.” She stared at the table and began to move her finger along the glass. “You’re better at talking than me. Y/N, plee-e-e-a-a-ase!”

“Why do I always fall for this? Okay! Site here.” You groaned, stood and came to the bar counter.

You tapped the man on the shoulder. “Hey, you! Hello again!”

“You again?” He looked at you, and it seemed to you for a second that he was glad to see you. “Now what?”

“Yeah, me. Well... My sister… My sister is still sitting there.” You carefully pointed towards your table. “And still likes you.”

“And my question is still, “so what?” The man turned to you.

“Listen, are you always such a rude person?” You squinted your eyes and took a sip.

“Great!” He laughed loudly. “Your sister is sending you to me, and I’m the rude one in this situation!”

“Look, okay, I admit it. I'm not very good at being a co-pilot. To be honest, I have no idea how to do this correctly.” Your chuckled.

“That's noticeable, brownie!” He flicked your nose and winked.

“Is it difficult for you to spare 5 minutes with us? Say hello, say a joke and then say goodbye. Her boyfriend dumped her, by the way. And for some strange reason she liked you.” You softened your voice.

“Still my answer is no!” The man turned back to the bar.

“Ass!” You muttered under your breath and was about to come back to your sit.

“Hey, wait!” The man shouted at you. “What's the name?”

“Whose name? Sister?”

“No! Your. What's your name?” He looked at you and took a sip.

“Y/N. And you?” You squinted one eye.

“Buggy.”

“Well, hi, Buggy.” You smiled slightly.

“Well, hi, Y/N.” He winked at you again.

“Won't you come over?” You nodded again towards the table.

“Sorry, brownie, no!” Buggy shook his head and laughed again.

“Okay!” You exhaled. “Enjoy your drink!”

You returned to the table and shrugged. “I'm a lousy co-pilot, sister. He won't co~.”

"So, girls.” Suddenly, a white-gloved hand slammed a bottle of whiskey onto the table. “Are we relaxing?"

“YES!!!” Your sister shouted happily, and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, not expecting such volume from herself.

“Yes. Relaxing.” You looked at Buggy and quietly whispered “thank you”.

Buggy winked at you again. “I thought I'd rather keep you company than these weirdos in weird t-shirts.” He placed his hand on the back of your chair. “And I’m Buggy, by the way. So. What are you talking about?”

“About various things.” Your sister said, started twirling her hair on her finger.

“Come on, brownie... and... well.. brownie’s sister, tell me about yourselves.” Buggy poured himself a glass of whiskey and gently placed his hand on your back. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and smiled slightly.

“Oh, I work at the police station.” Your sister took a sip of the wine without taking her eyes off Buggy. “Well, you know. Administrator. I register cases and everything.”

“Sounds good. What about you, brownie?” Buggy moved his hand over your back a little lower.

“Nothing to tell, to be honest. I just quit my two jobs, and now I’m celebrating my freedom.” You blushed a little, feeling his hand started stroking your back.

He took the bottle, turned it over in his hands and smelled it. “You can't celebrate by drinking some crap.” Buggy called the waiter and ordered another bottle of wine. He placed your open bottle on the weirdo’s table. “Guys, this is for you. The best wine in this bar. Enjoy your evening.”

Buggy chuckled strangely, sat down and moved his chair closer to you. You could smell him, smelling like a mixture of rum and whiskey, and musk.

“Okay, okay.” You glanced at him. “You asked about us. It's our turn! Tell me, what do you do in life?”

“Me?” He looked at you, pointing his finger at himself. “You don't know who I am?”

“Sorry, Buggy.” You took his bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass, squinting your eyes. “But I have no idea who you are.”

“Na-ah! First, that's my bottle. And I'm gonna get it back.” He smirked and took the bottle from your hands. “Y/N! My brownie, I'm the genius and famous Buggy the Clown!”

You drank whiskey and choked. “Fuck, it's strong.” You wiped your lips. “Who are you? The clown? From the circus? From the real circus?” You slightly turned your body towards him.

“The realest and greatest circus in the world!” Buggy placed his hand on your waist.

“So what?” Your sister asked and ran her foot along his leg. “Do you have acrobats, jugglers and mimes there?”

“Exactly, brownie’s sisters!” Buggy pointed his glass at her. “The best acrobats, the best mimes, the best jugglers! You should go to my show. Especially you, brownie!” He flicked your nose.

“Me?” You tried not to notice his hand on your waist. “Why me? Sorry, Buggy the Clown, I don't like circuses!”

“You just weren't in my circus, baby!” Buggy winked at you and slowly moved his hand to your hip.

“Damn, I'm out of whiskey. Waiter. Hey! Are they deaf or something? I'll be right back. Brownie.” He stood up and winked at you. “And.. brownie's sister.”

“How do you do it, Y/N?” Your sister laughed, taking a sip of her wine.

“What am I doing?” You raised one eyebrow.

“I noticed the guy, and he will leave with you. Probably.” Your sister leaned back in her chair and looked around.

“He seems okay. He's even cute.” You shrugged your shoulders and glanced at Buggy, who was actively gesticulating and laughing at the bar counter. “Or maybe he’s flirting with everyone like that.”

"No way! He liked you!" Your sister stuck her tongue out at you.

“Sorry...” You answered sadly.

“Oh, fuck it. He's yours. I'll go meet the yeti.” Your sister took the glass and went to the next table.

“Hey! Where is your sister?” Buggy asked in surprise as he came back.

“She went to see that dude who's wearing a yeti t-shirt. Why are you asking? Miss her?” You immediately straightened your hair, placed your hand on the table and rested your chin on your palm.

“No, brownie. I miss you already.” Buggy plopped down next to you and moved his face close to yours. “So, what are your plans for today?” He stroked your shoulder with his fingers.

You moved even closer to his face and winked. “Buggy the Clown, it seems like you promised to show me your circus. But first…” You carefully ran your finger along his leg. “You will buy me a brownie.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy live action #one piece live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy fic #opla buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader

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spibbb · 3 months

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Symbruary Day 5: Unusual Pairs

After a break-out at the Fantastic Four's science lab, a mysterious, inky black symbiote has bonded with the notorious thief, Black Cat. Felicia Hardy returns home to her apartment to regroup. The newly freed symbiote broods.

A short thing inspired by @land-of-brains-and-chocolate and their Felicia/Symby propaganda, as well as that one issue of Venomverse.

The symbiote's had enough. All the sights and feelings and especially the dreadful sounds. It wrapped itself around one Felicia Hardy and decided she would be an easy enough ride out of that awful lab. But when they bonded, mind to mind, body to body, it realized–she didn't much like Peter Parker either. The, what was it–disdain? Annoyance? No, more than that. Ambivalence. Something lingering that the symbiote didn't want to touch. But it decided that made her more trustworthy than most.

Above all else, it was freedom.

It shot out a web from Felicia's wrist before she'd even had the thought. Pleasant surprise flooded her chest, and the symbiote curled away from it.

The more the symbiote thought, the more they swung over all the towering facades to some destination the symbiote didn't know, the more hesitant it became.

It hated Peter Parker. It hated him with such a passion it didn’t know it could possess. And that made it even angrier. All of this overwhelming nonsense, all at once. How could any being deal with this? How did humans ever cope?

It wanted to tear him apart. It could imagine it vividly. But Felicia–there was that strange ambivalence again. It prickled at the back of her neck, where unbeknownst to it, in its consternation, it had been squeezing rather hard.

“You alright?” Felicia asked on a downswing, only slightly out of breath. This made it twitch violently. She tried not to laugh. “This is weird. But I'm no stranger to weird in my line of work, I suppose.”

Right. Feelings. The bond. It had gotten careless. Its thoughts soured.

“Hey, I get it. First time on earth and somebody breaks your heart. I've been there. Well, I've been on earth my whole life, but I've had my heart broken enough times.” Her smile was strained. “It never gets easier, I'm afraid.”

She patted the back of her neck. The symbiote stayed very still.

“I've got an idea,” she said, letting her hand linger. “But you've gotta stick around for a little bit, okay?”

The symbiote squirmed, but acquiesced.

“Good.”

The wind whipped through her hair as she shot straight up.

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Black Cat swung into her apartment's open window, gracefully landing on all fours.

Several small furry heads swiveled toward her at the sound. The chorus of meowing began immediately, padded feet galloping to meet her on the floor.

Felicia laughed.

“Alright, alright,” she chided. “You're not starving, I fed you an hour ago.” The cats swarmed her legs, rubbing her shins with reckless abandon. The symbiote had no idea what to make of it. The sound was nearing too close to the edge of painful, and it was half tempted to swipe at one of the creatures to get it to stop.

But the way Felicia petted their heads, practically scrubbing them, made it pause. Oxytocin flooded her system. The symbiote felt its annoyance wither away, losing its shape slightly. They were even softer than they looked. Strange.

One of the cats took advantage of Felicia's crouched position to step up on her thigh, sniffing the symbiote.

The symbiote froze, but Felicia patted its head reassuringly.

“Hey, Dexter. This is my new friend. Be nice, okay?”

Dexter, a bright orange cat, didn't seem to understand. But it didn't do more than sniff, so the symbiote relaxed.

Soft, the symbiote thought.

Felicia laughed again.

“Soft," she echoed, pinching the symbiote between her fingers. She smiled broadly, and the symbiote felt the warmth of her skin suffuse its mass.

Maybe…this wouldn’t be so bad.

Despite the lingering rage and dread, and surrounded by warm, fuzzy, bewildering aliens, it dared to hope.

#spb.txt #symbruary #symbruary 2024 #i meant to post this later but whoops #here it is now i guess

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cayenneexe · 9 months

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The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 1/4

K-008, Kritical or Kris to family and friends, suffers from Black Rust Disease, which is an infection that makes him rot from the inside.

Kris knows how much his family sacrificed for him and just wants to stop being a burden for once. He’s given that chance when he and his brother team up with humans to get their ticket back home. Maybe now, he can finally be the hero he always wanted.

Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

Ao3 Sneak Peek

Kris has heard of the earthly saying, “your life flashing before your eyes.”

Oddly enough, when he felt his spark go out, the last thing he remembered wasn’t his life but the last conversation he had with his brother.

Kris remembers standing on a hill. The darkness of the night sky blocked the vision of any passing humans seeing metal aliens in the distance. The only thing illuminating is the shine of the stars against their plating.

Their human allies stand in a circle not too far from them. The blond teen Bumblebee stands next to his leader Optimus with the pink-haired motorcyclist Arcee standing on his other side. Mirage isn’t with them, busy grabbing the holotech promised to get Kris into the museum.

Kris is next to his brother and he spots the antennas on Noah’s helmet to flicker every few seconds. Clearly, the forest green Challenger wasn’t so fond of these squishy beings in the middle of their own mission to go home.

That doesn’t make sense. Humans are great! They made movies, video games𑁋although the one with the red plumber and the weird fire-breathing reptile is frustrating to finish𑁋and consume such colorful resources! The orange bot can’t help but envy the fact that he doesn’t have taste buds just thinking about it.

“What’s up with your face plate?”

Noah’s voice snaps Kris out of his thoughts, realizing the jealous scowl on his intake and immediately dropping his derma to a nervous smile.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking about how cool it would be to take a bite of those Earth cheeseburgers.” Kris assures his brother while trying to guess what a burger would taste like, “Do you think it’s like the Francium frankfurters back home or-”

“You know we can’t stay, right?”

Kris stops talking, looking up at the tall transformer. Noah’s voice was stern yet his expression looked delicate. It seemed he was afraid to offend the smaller bot while maintaining his usual serious older-brother persona.

The words regarding Earthly foods vanish from his glossa and the orange Viper just groans. “I know.”

A soft breeze leaves Noah’s cooling fans like an understanding but tired sigh, “You can’t get too attached to this planet. It will hurt even more when we have to leave.”

Kris grinds his denta. He knows that his older brother is just trying to protect him and he admires that. Everything that Noah has ever done was to protect him and his happiness, even at the sacrifice of his own. The memories of the bitter looks from everyone as Noah walked past them hurts just thinking about it and knowing those looks are because of him.

This involuntary visit to Earth would end eventually but that doesn’t soften the upcoming pain of having to leave this ruined yet beautiful planet.

Seven months ago when they crashed, the two brothers were separated. Noah was apparently all the way in Puerto Rico while the orange bot crashed near the border of New York all alone.

After a few Earth weeks, Kris had the bravery to venture into the city. With a teen holoform and a burnt orange pick-up truck alt, he drove into every part of New York. He ventured into Queens, Manhattan, and a bright red area they named Chinatown. He also visited Times Square where he copied the look of a beautiful Dodge Viper on display and had a newfound rage against human parking and traffic.

They were all flashy and beautiful but his favorite place was Brooklyn, mainly the small neighborhoods with kids that played on the streets, soft chatter from the sidewalks and the familiar feeling within the area.

Obviously, the place wasn’t completely safe—often startled and woken up by the sirens of the Decepticon police force almost every night—but something about this planet felt alive.

“You don’t understand.” Kris grumbles, trying to push down the frustration in his vocalizer, “Everything they make is so colorful! They don’t need movies, games or music to fight their bad leader. They just have it because they do!”

Kris looks away from his brother and onto the gathered humans with determination in their eyes as Mirage arrives. His silver Porsche pulls up and the driver begins to walk towards his team but first waving hello at the robots with the illusion disk at hand. Only Kris waves back in a similar manner.

“Their world is so messed up yet the Racers still have hope.” Kris crosses his arms and grins unapologetically, “So, sorry if I get attached. Human are just so fun!”

Noah’s brow plates furrow in confusion but now, his eyes gleam with a certain curiosity, “And how does fun help them survive?”

Surely in a world where humans are ruled under an iron fist, Mirage’s smile shouldn’t be as bright and wide at the sight of new friends and the hope in the Freedom Racers shouldn’t be so infectious.

“It doesn’t help them survive, it helps them live.”

Kris won’t ever know if Noah understood what he said or changed his mind about humans. He wouldn’t blame him after this.

A human controlling a Cybertronian’s corpse killed his little brother, who was trying to save humans.

The Viper isn't worried if Noah cares about humans. He worries how Noah will change.

Kris knew he died. He’s not stupid but not ready to leave his brother alone. Noah has always been protecting him and vice versa as much Kris tries.

With the younger one gone, who will protect his Sonic now.

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toobz-drawz · 1 year

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Wanted For Dead

Ace Frehley x Reader

Warnings: You do die at the end of this because I’m not making a cliff hanger again, alien sex, Ace has a alien dick wowzer, Dom/sub???, also blood but not much gore.

Summary: You’ve been on the run from Ace who happens to be a bounty hunter wanting to acquire the cash prize for you dead, yet things go not according to plan.

Additional Information: This is of the many fanfics I’m about to crank out according to the poll I did a few weeks ago, yes, I’ll get to the many KISS members who have 0 fanfics so you don’t feel like no one cares enough to make anything on them. (Please don’t be afraid to ask me about imagines or prompts you want me to do of said character.)

Characters: 14,495

I’ve been on the run for what seems like forever.

I haven’t spent a second resting, that only makes me lazy and slow. I won’t spend a moment not running from him..Oh lord, he’s had me on the edge of my seat ever since our first encounter. Every corner or turn I take has my heart pounding, wondering if he’s near, ready to blow my brains out and serve me to the man who personally paid to kill me on a silver fucking platter.

I mean all I did was just break a few couple of guys’ hearts, and took their precious family jewels and money with me.

I didn’t think I would be wanted for dead just for that! I kept a gun on my side just In case I did have to face him or anyone else who wanted that chase prize one on one. I hid my face with a red bandanna and cowboy hat so no one could see my full face, except the eyes that would pierce your soul. I rode on my horse day in and day out, and I was just fine with that, if I got around living this life I’d be fine with that too. Forgot to mention that I May-haps killed a few men too back in the day, leaving them with only a red stained kiss mark on their cheek so they’d know who killed them.

That was until one day I got a bit sloppy, my feet were killing me and I needed a second to settle down somewhere for a drink or two. I was in a small town, and luckily there was a saloon. I walked in, made my way to the counter, and ordered myself a beer. My throat was killing me, I had ran out of water in my canteen a while ago, and desperately needed to fill up before taking my leave to the next town.

One drink turned into two and two became twice as many bottles of liquor that I would have liked. My head rested on the cool counter, head fuzzy and liquor running down my chin. Glasses surrounded me, a glass half empty of booze was in my hand.

As I said, I got lazy and you know what happens now to people who get lazy.

The door to the saloon opened, you could hear loud foot steps behind me. The person who just walked in sat beside me, I felt their eyes digging a whole into my skull, so I lifted my head up from off of the counter and looked at who had joined me other than the drunks in the background making a bunch of ruckus. My vision was hazy, I couldn’t make out the figure, until my brain started to focus on things. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, and it wasn’t just the alcohol taking effect on my vision. The man sitting next to me had a blue tint to his skin, dark blue blotches scattered across his skin, and his face was covered in some kind of marking..? Although the only thing that had me almost spit out my liquor was the makeup and lipstick on his face, no man who stepped foot in a small town or any town Frank would want to be cat called by the drunks and asked if they wanted to sleep with them cause the man looked girly enough to be called such vile things.

He wore skin tight black clothing, with a silver belt and a weird triangular piece that covered his chest. I almost started bursting out laughing at the guy because of his attire, it looked to ridiculous, I mean how could anyone take this guy seriously!

His yellow bright eyes dug holes into my forehead, he looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t spit it out immediately, so I was the first to break the silence between us. “How about you take a picture it’ll last longer”. I spat out in slurs. He looked disgusted, seeing me in such a state. It only took me a few seconds before realizing that his gun was pressed up against my forehead. “Woah there, don’t get too ahead of yourself. Hey, aren’t you the one I’m running from?” I had no clue what I was saying, the words just kind of fell from out of my mouth. I pushed the gun away from my forehead, so I could sit up and not have my spine screaming at me from the awful position I had been sitting in. “Well sweetheart…” The way he said the words sweetheart just fell out so smoothly against his tongue, and don’t get me started on his accent too..I repeated the word many times, before having to knock myself out of the state I was in to focus on what the man had to say.

“How about we just go outside and get this over with shall we? I mean it’s only fair that you get to see the stars one final time before I blow your brains out from the crimes that you have committed.” He said smooth and simple, letting me have an option that no other bounty hunter would let me have. I smiled at the man who still held me at gun point, which was odd for me— well, for anyone to do really! Especially at a time where I’m so close to death. Yet I’ve been waiting for someone to put me out of my misery. “I’d like that, thank you..Although I do have one last wish to make, I still have one final heart to break before I would like to go.” I took a swig of the booze that was in my firm grip. He’d flipped his gun, sliding it back into his holster. He seemed unamused with anything that had been going on at the moment, not giving a care in the world at all that he was about to kill a woman as if he had done it one too many times to give a damn. A mission is a mission and he wouldn’t stop for a second depending on the gender or race. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to break yours in the gutter as my final wish.” He took the words I had said to him a back, he looked shocked to say the least, watching his expression on his face change and his pupils grow small. “Excuse me?” He asked, confused if he heard what I said correctly, questioning if it was just the alcohol making me talk or if it was the honest to god truth. “You heard what I said, I don’t need to repeat myself do I?” We sat there in silence, staring into one another’s eyes, before he took a deep breath and exhaled out loud. He turned himself around, hopping off of his seat, making his way to the front, then signaling to me to follow him and that’s just what I did. I followed him outside to the side of the saloon.

The night sky was so bright, the stars lit up the sky, making it seemed so peaceful outside.

He pulled me by my blouse before slamming me into the brick wall, “Better make this quick, because I have a whole lot of other people next on my list so don’t feel so special now all of a sudden, got it?” I swallowed hard, nodding in response.

He ripped my bandanna off, while his other hand grabbed a hold of my jaw, forcing me to open my jaw wide open, just for him to shove the dirty ol’ thing into my mouth so I’d be quiet. Wouldn’t want anybody to get suspicious and see the two of us getting down at ass crack of midnight. “Don’t make a sound for me, alright pretty girl?” I nodded, with that said, his needy hands grabbed a hold of my hips, running his hands up and down my curves, stopping them at my ass. He’d lift me up, supporting some of my weight against the wall, as if it was second nature to me I wrapped my legs around his skinny hips. My hands would find their way to his neck and hair, his hair surprisingly felt so soft, shame I’d ruffle it up and get it tangled in my grasp in the end.

It wouldn’t be long until he quit being so soft with my body and started to do a damn thing. His hands would start to unbutton my blouse, hastily trying to expose my body to him so he could get a burning image of me stuck in his head forever. Once the blasted thing was off, and the cold had hit my body faster than his eyes could settle on my tear drop breasts, luckily for him I didn’t wear bras, so he got a good look of the pretty girls without no further conflict, he attacked them almost immediately. His lips connected itself to one of my nipples, his hand grabbed onto the other breast that was left all alone and started fiddling with the bud, his digits felt so rough against my skin, but yet made my nipples rock hard. His actions made me squirm and whine in his grasp. His gaze shot up to my face, seeing me so vulnerable and soft just made him feel more In control of me than he already was. The man I once ran from, scared out of my wits to face, littered my chest in bruises and bites, only making me beg for more of this torture but sadly was muffled due to the bandanna. My legs squeezed his hips, as I make a failed attempt to rub my clothed crotch against his, trying to relieve the now pent up pleasure. I wanted desperately for him to come and scratch me. He could see how pained I was, and felt the same way in the moment. Removing his head from my chest, while his hands started to remove the bottom half of his outfit that hugged his skin so tight that you could see every single detail and curve of his body. He pulled out his half hardened cock from out of its confinements. I looked down in between us to see how big he was at the moment and I swore to god I thought I was going to be seeing more than just the stars after he was done with me from just the guess of his length, I couldn’t make out too much due to it being so dark outside. “Too eager are we? You don’t even have you pants pulled down and you want me to fuck you till you’re too drunk on my cock to say anything.” He put me down, I made do with my pants and pulled them down all the way, pulling them off my feet, just before getting my body tangled with his again. His hands held my thighs, face now stuffed in between my neck and shoulder, with heavy breathing fanning against my skin. Show you how pent up he really was. At first I didn’t notice his unusual dick that was laying on the inside of my thigh, it appeared skinny at the tip and big at the base with a bumpy pattern on the bottom side of his shaft. I’d take any dick but his was unusual, it didn’t surprise me at this point cause this man was full of surprises and looked of it too.

My head laid against the cold brick wall, my gaze fixated on the night sky, while the man who still had no name to his face proceeded to put my soaking wet underwear to the side, running a finger in between my folds, gathering up my slick juices. His digits ran past my aching clit, and I swear to god I could already see my vision go blurry just by him giving my clit just a bit of attention it ached so badly for.

I decided to get brave finally, by removing my hand from his hair, grabbing a hold of his jaw and forcing him to look me dead in the eye, before spitting out my bandanna which hit his face. “You listen here bounty hunter…I’m giving you the count of 3 to start fucking me or so god help me because If you haven’t already noticed I don’t like to be gentle or slow in this particular situation…” His yellow eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, blinking at you for a couple of moments, then suddenly attacking your neck, biting as hard into your skin— just enough to break the skin and make you bleed. This action made you gasp, the first noise he heard escape from your lips and it made me want to hear more from you. You let go of his jaw, grabbing on tightly to his shoulders, you let your head fall to the side for him to get a better angle as he littered your neck too. You’d hear him muffle a name, confused you pull yourself away from him and look at him. “My name is Ace..” He spoke softly, suddenly out of no where he slams himself inside of you, knocking the wind out of your breath as you try your hardest to scream out in pain as you feel him fill you up to the brim, stretching your insides as much as they could possibly go, feeling the stinging pain that jolted throughout your body in waves. Ace let you take a moment to get used to his length.

Your pussy hugged his dick so tightly, spasming around his length, hungry for more action than just this. Ace pinned you against the wall, digging his finger tips into your skin, leaving crescent marking on your soft skin, as he started to fuck you at such a brutal pace. You wish you hadn’t spat out that bandanna right about now. You had covered your mouth with your hand, digging your nails into your cheeks, as you let your noises pour from out of your mouth muffled. His length slid past your gummy walls, making such vile noises, as he pounded you firmly against the wall. It felt like his dick was wiggling from inside of your pussy as if it had a mind of its own, the tip found the spots inside of you that made you squeal from such pleasure. “You’ll be the death of me when I’m finished with you, god why do I have to kill someone so pretty like you..?” Aces mouth started to run, too busy fucking you inside and out to realize what he was saying was too out of character for him. I bounced up and down his cock whenever it got a chance to, making me seem too desperate for him. I ripped my hand away from my face, my palm was covered in drool as well as my chin. “I need you to cum inside of me— please, that’s all I ask for mon amor..” I spoke out in between moans. His pace started to get sloppy, I could tell he was as close as I was. Ace wasn’t even pulling out anymore, he’d pull only the slightest out before pounding back into my pussy as if I was a drug to him he wanted desperately to get so high on that he’d do anything for just to get his hands on.

Not much longer after that, he hit a spot inside of me, that had me throwing my head back against the brick wall and moaning out his name, before cumming all over his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull, as he fucked me through my high. “Fuck— fuck, fuck, I’m close..” he warned me. Wrapping his arms around my bottom half of my torso, thrusting into me one last time, before he too came tumbling down and cumming as hard and as deep inside of me as he could.

We took time to exchange eye contact and heavy panting. He pulled out of me, leaving me with sticky thighs. Ace started to pull himself together, putting his clothing back in its rightful place, waiting for me to pull my pants back up so people wouldn’t find me naked and dead in the gutter.

I pulled my pants up, stuffed my bandanna in my pocket, huffing out loud in defeat. I held my hands behind my head, walking to the front of the saloon, and head up to the sky. I heard the sound of Ace pulled out his gun from out of his holster, just imagining how he looked aiming the gun to the point he had a clear shot of my head.

The stars took my focus off of the blow that hit my skull with so my force the next seconds all I could see was pure black.

Ace blew at his guns smoke, not looking at my dead body on the ground that was painting the dirt and dust a deep red color, and got onto his horse that was not too far from the saloon, now riding off into the night to seek his well deserved cash prize.

#ace frehley #ace frehley x reader #kiss x reader #kiss #kiss band x reader #kiss band

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dollarbin · 7 months

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Dollar Bin # 13:

The Mountain Goats' Sweden

Here's a (Mostly) True story:

In the fall of 1995, John Darnielle, the founder, songwriter, frontman (and, occasionally, the sole member) of The Mountain Goats taught me how to cook.

As a second year student at Pomona College I took the one on-campus job no one else wanted: fast food line cook. No one wanted the job because it required actual labor; every other on-campus job involved sitting at a desk in a library, museum, gym or office while doing your homework. But I was ready to heat oil, and labor. I was ready to eat as much free ice cream as I could in-between orders.

The job was an odd choice for a vegetarian like me at the time: I spent the first hour of every shift slicing enough partially thawed, homogenized meat for the full day of orders ahead; once both of my hands were entirely numb from the meat's cold it was time to drink a giant vat of free Sprite and then move on to other prep tasks. Slice the tomatoes. Fire up the grill. Then, once the place opened, I'd spend the rest of my shift burning all that sliced meat to a crisp for altered and/or indifferent fellow college students.

John Darnielle trained me. He'd already released two records at that point, but I had no idea who the hell he was. My ignorance drove him nuts.

By the time he arrived each day my hands were already numb and my personally selected music was already on the stereo system. In the fall of 95 that meant a heavy rotation of Guided By Voices' Alien Lanes, Uncle Tupelo records and Yo La Tengo's Electr-O-Pura. I'd put on Tom Waits' The Black Rider at closing time so everyone would go the hell home; that always cleared the room.

But I never played The Mountain Goats; I'd never even heard of them. Throughout that fall I worked alongside a blossoming rock star. And I had no clue whatsoever.

John was the first and only friend I've ever had who wore a leather jacket. He was also ridiculously old for an undergraduate; we're talking mid-to-late-twenties. Every day he'd arrive, compliment my taste in music, trade his jacket for a weathered apron and then look at me earnestly. It was weird. I saw that he wanted me to say something, that he wanted me to know something. Desperately. But I had no idea what the hell it was.

After a bit he'd sigh and begin the day's training. Here's how to flip 'em kid; here's how to fire up that grill.

Then, at some point, he just broke down and told me: he knew James McNew; he had a record deal; he was just back from a tour of Germany, where people were crazy for any kind of American music; he was starting to make some real money (hence the leather jacket). He thought I'd like his music.

At that point I'm afraid I made the situation much, much worse. I laughed at John Darnielle and accused him of lying.

"Yeah right, dude. You're a rock star. And I'm the queen of England."

He listened. He paused. Then he shut down the register and said we needed to go outside. And so we went. College kids stood about, confused. Who was gonna get them their curly fries if the kid in The Dead t-shirt and the weird old guy took a break?

I remember, like yesterday, standing next to him in the sun. He'd taken off his apron and put his leather jacket back on. The vibe was very weird.

"Look, I'm not joking," he said. "My band used to play shows here on campus, but we're just too big for that now. Go to Rhino records; you're a vinyl guy, right? They've got my latest album on vinyl for like 7 bucks."

(Remember: this was the secret golden age of vinyl: CDs cost $12-15 and records of the same thing cost $7-12. And we all thought we needed to spend more for the CDs! If I had a time machine, I would not go back and see who killed JFK; rather, I'd spend a sweet summer with Jane Austen and then propose marriage to her, then I'd travel to 1969 to see Neil and Crazy Horse live, THEN I'd go back to 95 and buy everything I could grab on vinyl CHEAP.)

Okay, back to John Darnielle in 95: "Look: my new record is called Sweden," he said. "Only it has absolutely nothing to do with Sweden. That's the joke. Listen to it; you'll know it's me right away. I sing like I talk. People think we have like 25 members in the band, but it's really just me and this girl who plays bass. I lie in my songs, all the time. But I'm not lying to you."

And then he just walked off. In the middle of his shift! I was left to man the counter on my own. Fries were ordered; burgers were burned to a fabulous crisp. And The Black Rider came on way early. I had something I needed to do.

As soon as the quitting bell rang I hopped on my bike and road straight to the record store. As usual, the counter was manned by the angriest guy in the whole world. His name was probably Haemon, and he always sneered at whatever I was buying. This was years before High Fidelity, but he was already auditioning for Jack Black's part. The dude just hated me. I remember buying a Sonic Youth Tee in there one time. He ripped me apart while ringing me up. Is it any wonder that a few years later we all decided to shop on Amazon?

Anyway, by the time I got to the store, I'd pretty much decided John Darnielle was for real. And quite quickly I found his record, walked it to the counter, handed it over guiltily (Rhino Records had their workers stand behind a counter that was a full two feet higher than the sales floor so as to allow Jack Black Sr. behind the counter, who was tall to begin with, maximum superiority over his pathetic customers), and then, for the first and only time, the guy did not give me a hard time.

"Well, well, well," he said. "You're finally buying something of value. Poser."

(Remember when we all called each other "poser"? Now we all call each other unprintable things. Ah, the 90's...)

Well, you can see where this is going. The Mountain Goats were indeed that guy John from my day job. His singing was ridiculous, like Lou Reed if he was a passionate player of Magic, The Gathering. His melodies were infectious, like Bob Pollard if he was earnest, not drunk. His lyrics were cute and bizarre, like Dylan if he actually attended college, then managed to double major in Classics and English. The recording process was infantile, like me in the kitchen. Or rather, like me in life.

It was all precious. It was all awesome.

I returned to work a day or six later, eager to see my new friend John and tell him all about it. He was a genius! He was Robyn Hitchcock meets Johnathan Richman; he was Thomas Pynchon with a guitar; he was my new hero.

And then, I never saw him again. That moment in the sun turned out to be the last moment we ever spent together. I guess he went and got a life.

Hello out there, John! It's 28 years later and your recent publicity pics make you look, in the words of one of this blogs' 40+ (wow!) readers, like an alternative high school teacher: he sees you; he respects your pronouns. Guess what, John? That's a better description of me than you these days. You're playing the Belly Up this fall. I'm not even playing Magic, The Gathering.

So go, take a listen to Sweden! It's great. Check out the hilarious T.S. Eliot intro to I Wonder Where Our Love Has Gone. Enjoy the alternative Swedish titles for every song. Be reminded of how Hercules died: consumed by an article of his own clothing. Flip to the B Side and enjoy a nice coconut cream pie.

And while you are listening, picture an earnest and very talented guy in a leather jacket in 1995, patiently teaching a very young and hopeful kid how to flip burgers and fry up the grill. See him. See me. We're both dreaming of incredible futures: incredible futures that came true.

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Happy Friday everyone! And John, while I've got you here: thanks for being patient and nice to me way back then. I'm sorry I needed you to introduce me to your music. Please tell Stephen Stills he sucks.

#the mountain goats #stephen stills still sucks #pomona college #pitzer college #tom waits #Youtube #james mcnew #guided by voices #guided meditation #uncle tupelo #the black rider

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milkawashere-andunused · 9 months

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Just an idea—

Rise!Leo in another world together with 2k12!Raph

Part 2!

Here’s part 1:

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Leon suppressed a groan as he carefully wrapped his mask around the metal that he pressed on his leg. It was makeshift and not perfect, but at least his broken bone can somewhat heal correctly.

Hopefully.

Leon peeked behind the corner.

Floating debris and a grey void met him. No Krang.

Leon pushed himself away from his little stone-box he had hidden in and floated through the grey, boring void, pushing himself from debris to debris to find a new spot to hide in before he had to move again.

Leon blinked awake, two suns greeting him like they want to mock him and Leon wishes that he could just turn around and continue sleeping, in hopes of dreaming of his family or maybe just him running over a green field of grass with colorful flowers and butterflies…

“You awake yet?”, other-Raph asks grumpily and Leon looks over to see him craving a piece of wood into a shape of a cat with a pocket knife.

Leon huffs, but sits up to wrap his scarf, which he used as a blanket, back around his neck.

“Yeah”, he says and looks around.

It has been over a month now, since they had dropped into this- this world.

They wondered through the strange forest a lot, meeting more creatures that want to eat them and no matter how far they go, they’re unable to find anything but red, dark woods.

Leon wanted nothing more than to go home and Raph (now dubbed Grumpy or Red for now) doesn’t have it any better.

Red twisted the wooded art in his hand. The cat was extremely detailed, even if it looked weird to Leon. The cat was liquid-like, with a long, drippy tail and ears and it almost looked like it was melting in its craved bowl.

“This is ice-cream-kitty”, Red explained at Leon’s confused expression and Leon sat up straighter, attention on Red in hopes of learning more of the closed-off turtle that had been his companion for the last month.

“She’s Mikey’s pet”, was all Red had said before putting the wooden art into his bag.

Red was hunting a lot, using the monsters skin to create clothing for himself or materials for the both of them.

Leon made sure that they were fed and healthy, cooking the monster’s meat over the green fire and always checking first if anything was poisonous.

Most of the plants growing here, were actually like the ones at home, making it easier for Leon to make medicine and for them to actually find something to eat - like raspberries or strawberries…

Red pulled out another figure from his bag.

Leon knows this one as Red had very often stared at the wood. It was a turtle-like creature and Red had only told him, that it was a turtle alien, that it’s name is Chompy and that it was Red’s pet/son.

Leon doesn’t ask for anything personal and nor does Red; they just take any information that is provided them and go on with their day.

Leon nods and his eyes flicker around the area again - the large trees with their dark wood and strange engravings that Leon couldn’t figure out and their red leaves, that are as big as Leon’s hand.

Red now had a white-grey leather jacket on with white, fluffy fur on its hood - it wasn’t as well crafted as the ones from the humans, but it was better than nothing.

Leon admired how well Red seemed to adapt to the woody surroundings, his craftsmanship and how the other never seemed to be afraid of kicking any monsters butt.

Leon kind of looked up to the guy, but he would never admit that out loud, so instead he stood up, patting the dust and dirt clumps off his clothes and scales and took one of the last pieces of meat off of the fire that now was too small to even remotely burn their food, however, it was enough to keep it warm.

Leon munched on it; it was dry and hard to chew, cutting it the other day was a hassle and there was nothing to make it taste any more better than a piece of leather from a sale-store — don’t ask him how he knows how that tastes- it just tastes really, really bad. Two really’s.

Not even the herbs Leon found made it better, but they shouldn’t complain. This was better than starving or not being able to eat anything other that raspberries or strawberries.

Now that Leon really thinks about it, everything in this forest seems to be red.

The plants, the trees, the creatures.

They all are red, maybe in different shadings, but they are red.

Everything except them, the fire and that one water stream they had come across.

The water…

The water was a strange thing here as well — it was orange and no fish swam in it.

Leon still vividly remembers how they had tried to wash their clothes in the stream, wanting to get rid of the dirt and grime and instead almost lost everything they had.

The water was acid.

Leon remembers how loud Red had screamed — full of agony that made his blood run cold and his mind being transported temporarily to the moment when Donnie was ripped out of the technodrome and his screams echo through the space ship.

Leon looked over to Red, who now started to eat as well, and his eyes landed on the burned, mangled scales on the side of Red’s hand — it wasn’t much, but Leon had been afraid that he couldn’t fix this.

There were no herbs in the forest that could correctly help Red heal, so now, the scarred scales stayed as an reminder to never touch the orange water ever again.

Leon swallowed down the last bite of his dry food.

But for some reason, they didn’t need water.

Ever since they had gotten here, Leon never once felt thirsty.

Nor did Red.

Leon clicked his tongue, standing up and walking a few feet way from the fireplace to do his daily stretches.

He does this ever since he was able to walk again after the Krang-invasion and Red often joined him or even asked if they could do a quick sparring session with him to which Leon gladly agreed.

Red didn’t know about Leon’s ninpo and Leon didn’t intend on telling him anyway. For now.

And it would be pretty unfair to use his teleportation-powers if the other doesn’t even seem to know what a ninpo was in the first place.

Leon had asked once, what Red’s ninpo was and the way the other had looked at him told him everything.

Red doesn’t have a ninpo.

And when Red asked what the hell that was, Leon had just answered, that it was the thing that kept him going- a skill, a specialty.

Maybe he should’ve just told Red, but Leon had grown enough to know that he shouldn’t just tell someone his whole life story, just because you work together.

So Leon didn’t and Red doesn’t seem to want to talk about his life either, so there’s that.

Red stood up as well, whipping off the crumbs from his hands and lap and the joined Leon.

After their stretches, Red had requested another spar and Leon had agreed easily.

He wasn’t sure if Red wanted to spar because he found it fun or to let off some steam or to get rid of the stress and just not think for a moment and let muscle instinct lead or if Res wanted to figure out how Leon fought in case the would fight against each other for real one day.

But Leon doesn’t really care. For him, sparring was fun, to get rid of his pent up energy, so he could think more clearly and not get distracted by other things.

Red had won. Again.

Leon doesn’t win spars that often when he fought Red, which was a surprise, since not only was Leon a goddamn super-soldier, had mystical powers and was super awesome, but he was quick and fluid as well, not staying still for too long.

But Red seemed to be able to handle Leon’s quick moves, able to use Leon’s strength against him and honestly? It was fucking cool.

Leon had begged for Red to teach him how to use the opponent’s strength against him — that surely will be important in the future — and Red had agreed easily.

Now Leon had greater advantage, but he was still no heavy hitter nor could he seem to knock Red to the ground.

Red was strong and could pack a punch like it was nothing and if Leon hit Red hard enough for the other to fall to the ground, the guy got up almost immediately after.

It was kind of scary and yet exciting at the same time.

Not even his Raph could stay on his feet for that long, since Leon took Raph’s huge body or more the weight of his older brother to his advantage and just tripped the guy whenever he pleased — even if it was hard — but with Red it was a lot harder.

Exciting.

Leon rolled over the ground with a loud groan, complaining about having lost like a little child that was complaining about not having gotten that stuffed toy they wanted so much.

“Quit your whining, Stripes”, Red scoffed, but there was a certain fondness in his toxic green eyes that made Leon grin up at the guy.

“Why? Does it annoy you?”, he asked teasingly, quickly jumping to his feet and striding over the the slightly shorter turtle.

Red only rolls his eyes and Leon pouts. What a kill-joy.

“Come on. We have to get moving”, Grumpy grumbled and walked over to the fireplace to pick up his self-made bag.

Leon whined, but began to gather their things as well — not that it was much anyway.

He watched Red pull his leather glove over his burned hand, protecting it from getting dirt in it and maybe not to look vulnerable as well.

“Got everything?”, Leon asked and his voice cracks unpleasantly, forcing him to clear his throat and rub the scarred scales gently in hopes of getting the soreness out, but to no avail.

If red noticed the crack on Leon’s voice, he was nice enough not to mention it and instead only nodded.

They started to walk north again, a direction that Red and Leon had agreed upon a few weeks ago, instead of aimlessly wondering around.

The trees and plants grew more darker here for some reason — in a bloody shade of red that Leon doesn’t like at all, even if he’s the one who has to handle blood the most.

Leon traced the engravings on one of the trees with his fingers when they decided to take a small break from their constant walking.

It almost felt like the writing that was used for the blind just… different. It was hard to explain, but he certainly found the engravings interesting to say the least.

Leon had found a notebook in one of his pouches a few weeks ago with a pen — he doesn’t know when he put it there, but it was certainly before he landed here, however, he couldn’t remember why he decided to carry an empty notebook around with him in the first place…

But Leon began to write down re-occurring symbols which he found engraved in the red trees or what he found out about which creature that lived in the forest, together with herbs and plants — surely that would be important in the future.

Red turned out to be a great artist — just like his little brother, Mikey — and Leon allowed Red to draw into the notebook whenever they found a new creature and such.

Red doesn’t say it, but Leon sees that the other was utterly grateful for being able to draw again.

Leon wonders if Red does graffiti as well or draws or sketches his family as often as Leon’s little brother does…

But Leon was sure that, if Red and Mikey would ever meet, that they would most certainly bond over art. Definitely.

Leon flips through the pages of his notebook, noting down which symbols he had seen how often until now, before flipping onto the page with the spiky monster that Leon had encountered when he first landed here.

Leon wanted to name the thing “Spike” but Red had looked at him like he had seen a ghost when he heard the name…

Leon wasn’t sure what it was about, but he quickly changed the name to “Monstruo stacheliges” instead — he just never wants Red to look at him that way again. It was haunting.

Leon groaned.

He was bored and he was sure that Grumpy would snap at him any minute now about how annoying he was.

He grumbled under his breath and out of pure desperation he stuck his hand into one of his pouches in hopes of finding a card game or something — Leon had gotten himself mystic pouches after the Krang incident and they were incredibly deep, that not even Leon himself knows what he had hidden in them anymore and it was more that Leon could hardly remember what had happened after the Krang incident and less that Leon was simply forgetful.

Suddenly his fingers brushed the corner of Donnie’s rubix cube — he had forgotten that he was carrying his brothers fidget toys around with him — and grabbed it.

His arm was so deep in the pouch that Red stared at him with the most widest eyes in the entire world and Leon remembers that Red wasn’t really familiar with this kind of stuff — or maybe he was and Leon just doesn’t know yet or maybe Red knows magic and mystic, but in a different way that Leon knows it… Who knows?

Anywhizzle—

Leon pulls out the rubix cube with the brightest eyes, shoving it under Red’s nose with a loud “Ah-Ha!” before taking Red’s hand and placing the colorful cube onto the scarred palm.

Red splutters, looking between the cube and Leon back and fourth with the utmost bewilderment and confusion Leon had ever seen on a turtle — or anyone for that matter.

“How— What?!”

Leon watched Red in a mix out of pure amusement and sympathy — for one, Reds reaction for being able to stuff his arm into his pouch as deep as he has, was absolutely hilarious, but Leon could also understand that it may hadn’t been the best way of telling Red that his pouches were way deeper than they look…

Perhaps not the smartest idea, but it was too late now…

Leon wonders if they ever find a village or any kind of civilization…

Wouldn’t that be swell?

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #tmnt #rise leo #dumness #my story idea #2012 tmnt #2k12 raph #2012 raph #2k12 tmnt

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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Your Mona Lisa

[A very late Valentines thing for Two Souls]

Raph has never considered falling in love.

His main priority ever since he was able to toddle around was to take care of his brothers, to protect them. It has always been like that, even as April joined the team, even as Cassandra started to slowly warm up to them, even as Casey Jr. stayed after the invasion.

That was just it.

That's his life.

He doesn't really need to think about love when his world is just his brothers, dad(s) and friends.

What more could he ever wish for?

Not this apparently.

It's a weird feeling... watching someone else be so lovey dovey.

From the moment they met this older version of Raph they knew he's an uptight sort of guy. He's strict, he tough, he's a rad as stone, Raph was afraid of him at first despite the guy being a few inches shorter.

So it was a surprise for someone with a cold and rough exterior to be...

"Mona!"

Well...

To be reduced to... that...

Him and his brothers sat there awkwardly as their other older versions caught up with this tall salamander woman, much taller than Raph even. Their main focus was on Raphael and the said woman, who were touching each other so gently, eyes fluttering with so much love, even nose nuzzling which made Leo yank Mikey to close his eyes while Donnie, who usually reacts aversely to shows of love physically hid a small second hand embarrassed blush on his face. Raph was probably as equally red as his mask.

Him? Having a special someone?

He has never considered it before...

"Hey, kids."

They all finally looked up when they were addressed, Leo almost stumbling backwards as Mikey finally managed to shove him away.

Raphael had a fond smile on his face, despite talking to them he was still firmly looking at the salamander woman with hearts in his eyes. They have never seen Raphael as much as that before, only ever small sad smiles whenever he looks their way.

"Meet Mona Lisa... My wife."

Silence...

"RAPH HAS A WHAT?!"

Raph may or may not have fainted.

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They try not to speak about the fainting incident but Donnie and Leo love to laugh at him whenever they smell his flustered stink whenever they mention it. Michelangelo was in on it as well, riling the twins up to get even more details, which was super embarassing.

Even Raphael was chuckling from where he was snuggled next to Mona!

Still, he wants to know more... if this version of him has a wife... there's definitely a chance he would have one too... right?

He managed to ambush Raphael when he's alone, which was hard considering Mona and him were attached to the hip.

The older would raise his brow at him, a knowing smile on his face.

Gosh, this was so embarassing.

"I... uh... well... you see-"

"Man, spit it out already, you're making me nervous just by looking at ya."

"UH- whendidyoumeetherandwhendidyourealizeyoulikedher-"

Raphael blinked at him before laughing. Raph was about to repeat himself when Raphael talked.

"Well... I met her in space, believe it or not."

Raph was immediately hooked.

Raphael told him about how he met her when their ship was crashing down, how he tried to convince his brothers to let her and this commander guy to their team and how they defeated those ice aliens together.

"It was... love at first sight, or well punch since she tried to attack me, I guess." Raphael says with a smile. "I never considered falling in love before. None of us really have a real example of love aside from Splinter's stories about his wife, Tang Shen... or well, maybe Donnie and his small crush on April that he didn't realize was just sisterly love... and maybe Mikey with Renet but other than that I really didn't have any basis on love. I though tit was stupid. Then there she came..."

"How... how are so sure?"

"I just am." He places a hand on Raph's shoulder. "You'll find your Mona some day, kid."

"Where would I even find a lizard woman in my universe?"

That made Raphael bark out a laugh.

"When I say 'your' I didn't mean your version of Mona. In fact, Mona Lisa is just a nickname, her real name is Y'Gthgba."

huh??

"Yeah, my reaction to her name too. The point is..."

Green eyes met honey brown.

"Your Mona Lisa can be anyone. An alien, a yokai, a mutant... heck... even a human." Raphael pats his shell as he went to walk off. "Mona Lisa is a title... it means the most beautiful person in your life."

Raphael grins at Raph.

"You'll find your Mona Lisa... maybe you already have."

Raph's reminded of a feisty girl that fights for what she believes in.

Yeah... maybe he already did.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #rottmnt two souls #I love them so much

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wsdanon · 2 months

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I'd love to hear the tragic character felps thoughts!

okay echo + anyone else reading this bear with me because i have lots to say and i'm not sure i can get it all down properly. it's worth mentioning my fic "it's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish" is pretty much directly what i have headcanoned as felps' backstory. but for more detail and breaking things down:

firstly in canon while i think it's accurate to call felps not an active player, he was an active character in the plot. the reason he got kidnapped had a whole lead up to it \o/ one vod's worth (three videos on youtube), but still! he was heavily in character the entire time (even turning his crashing into a character moment--making his character paranoid that he was being watched)

that being said: felps doesn't log in as much. during the vod i mentioned earlier he said his gap was because he was in a mini-coma. i think he sleeps a lot! i've headcanoned him with a fatigue disorder of some kind, and the one month on ice just made it worse. i extrapolated on this idea and decided he'd have difficulty sometimes understanding what was dream and what was reality (i think i got this from narcolepsy? i haven't looked at it in a while but some of the symptoms of that was hallucinations and sleep paralysis I think).

this disconnect from reality was somewhat confirmed in his prison stream \o/ although since i can't pull up the exact quote/timestamp right now don't believe me too much

okay going under the cut now:

one of the "i like dropping that i think felps is a very tragic character" moments i mentioned was if him and pac actually got together, he'd have trouble believing it was real and not a dream. this is extremely self indulgent on the felpac side of things and i'll go back to just felps specifically but: presumably felps has been pining after pac for eight years! i think they're a mess of missed opportunities and both of them being too afraid to try and start anything, so if anything did happen it might not feel real

(the other tragedy is that nothing happens. and he stays pining forever)

back to felps specifically. in my backstory for him i have that he was killed and suddenly revived as a saint in a futuristic (for him) version of his town. this is incredibly alienating for him. he's very very lonely, and confused, and out of place and it's the building blocks for his and cellbit's friendship (as cellbit is also lonely, confused, and out of place). i've had some people mention recently that felps feels out of touch with reality in "it's not a fashion statement" and i'm glad because that was the intention!

first of all, he was dead for many years. second of all, everything is new and different. third of all, he's a saint. it's hard to process

regarding what we specifically see in canon: the "felps has a fatigue disorder" thing was a way to explain why he's away so much. but also… he's a saint. and in the prison stream he leant hard into that. there was no facecam or chat that entire stream. it felt really weird to me because he always has a facecam--or at the very least chat (he went live later on not for qsmp stuff with both). to me it felt like a way to showcase his disconnect from reality and kind of acceptance of his sainthood?

(another post before when i was talking about felps stuff i mentioned a lot of people praying to him is fucking him up a little--i think the more he gets prayed to and accepted as a saint the harder it is for him to grasp onto reality. saints aren't supposed to be alive, after all)

felps has had other occasions of disconnect from reality--he was one of the people to happily play into bad's denial when the eggs were missing. because one of felps' coping mechanisms is actually denial \o/ he doesn't go as full into it as bad, but you see him in other scenarios leaning onto denial. (after the one month on ice + in the prison stream learning how long he was gone for you can see him insisting he was only gone for a day or a few days and getting shocked/upset by the idea he was gone for a month/multiple months)

with felps logging on less, and having enough pieces in canon to explain away why (either he gets lost in his square, or he falls asleep) i think you can do a lot with the idea that sainthood is kind of claiming him and so he's not able to be present in reality anymore. which kind of freaks him out a bit. i said he was lonely in my backstory, and this kind of amplifies that. everyone's been through so much without him. he can't stop falling asleep and not waking up

anyway my final note of rambled felps characterisation is that he's also quite a paranoid character but he's not as loud about it as cellbit is. this is very messy but it's hard to get all my thoughts down about this. hope you enjoyed \o/

#wsd/c.haracterisation #wsd/a.sks #echotunes

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years

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Gareth HCs

A/N- I was so thankful to have both parts of my Gareth HCs saved 🥰 unfortunately i still haven’t been able to find my Eddie HCs but i feel like if i’m unable to find them i’ll still be able to rewrite and repost them soon :p

❗️Please remember that these are MY personal HCs, it’s alright to agree or disagree with them, just make sure to be nice if you have some criticism❗️

Gareth has been aged up to 18 for the NSFW HCs :)

🖤SFW🖤

He’s definitely the older brother of like 2-3 sisters, and i like that everyone seems to agree on that 😂

His parents are ex-hippies, so they’re super into letting him and his sisters express themselves in whatever ways they see fit

Which is why they let the band practice in their garage, and it’s also the normal hang out spot for the boys

Total mommas boy, but not overly weird about it

He just loves his mom :)

LOVES sci-fi and horror films

His favorites are Alien (obviously), Night of the Comet, and The Thing

He also doesn’t listen to strictly metal, his music taste is kind of all over the place from listening to his parents old records and his sisters singing their favorite songs in the car

His #1 guilty pleasure artist is Kylie Minogue

He is VERY oblivious to whenever someone is flirting with him

It took a lot of convincing from Jeff that when you twirl your hair while talking to him, that means you’re flirting

Doesn’t have a lot of experience with dating, other than the elementary school version of a girlfriend, he’s never actually been in a serious relationship

Him and Jeff have been best friends since they were little, they’re pretty much inseparable at this point

He made it pretty clear that when you date him, expect to have Jeff around you guys a lot

But he makes sure to still have special nights just for you two

His favorite dates are ones where you don’t need to get all dressed up and actually go out and do something

He loves going on long backroad drives to just talk and listen to music, stargazing, snuggling while watching a movie, things like that :)

Snuggling with him is always the best because he’s constantly cold, so he likes to get really close under the blankets

He gets very nervous around you even after you start dating

Like he’ll still ask if it’s ok to hold your hand

He’s also a really good listener, and loves to hear your voice at any chance he gets

❤️‍🔥NSFW❤️‍🔥

Definitely a sub

He’s not the type of guy who’s super comfortable with being dominant, but he has his moments

Loves when you call him a good boy

He’s not super loud during sex, just because he gets a little insecure about it, but he’s definitely a whimperer

Prefers to receive rather than to give, just because he doesn’t have much knowledge on how to do it right and he doesn’t want to make it not good for you

His favorite part of your body has to be your lips

He loves how soft they are when he kisses you and he thinks they look so pretty wrapped around his cock

Gets hard just from making out

Loves to have you on top, just so he can get a good look at your entire body and run his fingers over every inch of you

He doesn’t smoke often but you convinced him one night to try high sex and now it’s his absolute favorite way to sleep with you

Pretty vanilla, but he’s not afraid to try new things out

Definitely has a mommy kink, he loves to be praised and taken care of

He’s also not opposed to pegging but he has to be in the mood for it

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If you’d like to read more of my work, make sure to check out my masterlist 🥰

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson x female reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson smut

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therandosfandos · 6 months

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Summary: Bender recalls a memory of his counterpart from when he used the bathroom where Fry shoved him into a freezer, it goes as good as you would expect it to

Maybe worse

Bender felt strange to say the least. Had that all really happened?

He was trembling slightly. He looked around for his best friend. Fry was alive and well. The virus was out of his system. The paradox he created has been fixed. It was all over. Everything was fine. Except, it didn't feel like that to the bending unit.

Fry runs up to his best friend and Bender backs up instantly, flinching. His optics widen, was he really that afraid to be touched?

His human friend was now looking guilty and worried. Bender sighed heavily, "it...it's okay, not your fault" he manages to mumble loud enough for the orange haired man to hear.

The robot felt weak. It felt like he hadn't had a drink in decades. He groans as he falls backwards onto the hard floor which caused the entire crew to look at him. He glares but another groan of pain escaped him.

"Bender?" Leela walks up to the robot and sits on one knee, hand holding the floor with the other one resting on the knee. The mutant seemed worried as well, "are you okay?"

Bender didn't want to answer her. He just turned away. Leela sighs and gets back up. She walks over to the others. Bender was grateful that he was left alone but he didn't really want to be. It was a mix of want and unwant at this point.

The memories come back, from himself and the hundreds of clones he had created. His optics widen once again as he recalls a certain memory from the one he asked to watch for Fry so he could use the bathroom. Bender stands back up, a bit wobbly. He marches over to Fry with a glare and he was now shaking.

"You..." He starts out, "you locked me...in a freezer" The robot growls. Fry's eyes widen at this. He raises his hands up in a defensive position. Something occurs to him, Fry had seen another clone of him back in the past before he left. He saw it happen and didn't do anything about it. All he wanted was a slice of pizza. Fry made a note to slap himself when given a chance.

"For...a million years..." Bender was staring off, his eyes looking directly at the ground. His hands were clenching and unclenching. Fry reaches out but pulls back his hand once Bender growls. He knew how Bender was, if the robot snapped, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Benders face was darker than ever. Fry could hear sniffles come from the robots voice box. Everyone in the crew turned to watch them now but Bender didn't care anymore. Bender was sick and tired of everything. Bender was just used like a fucking object and a slave to some weird alien scammers who worked in the nude, why wouldn't he be?

"Why?" That was all Bender could get out at the moment. Silence followed. Bender was getting more frustrated and angrier, "WHY!?"

Fry, startled but willing, approached his best friend cautiously, "Bender, I know what you're talking about, I just can't explain it" Fry says, he knows what his counterpart was feeling at the moment it happened, but it was still a clone himself from the year 3000. That Fry would have known Bender as his best friend too. What had happened? It didn't make sense.

Bender just glares at his taller boyfriend. He was visibly tearing up and was shaking much worse. Fry could only do what he could. He reaches out, pulls Bender into a hug and rubs circles on his metal back. Bender, who wasn't expecting it, instantly froze. His systems felt like they were malfunctioning.

The robot couldn't hold it anymore, he buries his head into the red fabric of Fry's jacket and starts sobbing heavily. He let himself and his ego go. It wasn't worth it anymore.

Fry sighs and whispers soothing words to the small bot, "I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry...I didn't know I would ever do that"

Bender was shaking so bad, it bounced back with Fry. The human didn't mind it though. Fry continues, "I should have just shut you off or found the button to help you, that was wrong of me..." He knew Bender wouldn't believe him at the moment if he said it was his counterpart. Bender was in too much of a panic and traumatic state at the moment.

"I love you, I love you so so much, baby boy" Fry whispers softly, kissing Benders foghat grey metal forehead.

After a bit, sobs died down into hiccups. Bender nuzzled gently into Fry's jacket as he was laying on the human. Bender had tuckered himself out into sleep mode.

Maybe if Fry told him later, Bender would believe him? He didn't count on it. It was worth the shot though.

He didn't care if everyone was staring at him and his robot boyfriend at this point. At least Bender had calmed down. That's what mattered most to him.

#futurama #bender #frender #fry #angst #benders big score

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : Loki and you adjust to the life in tower but loki have his doubts about your involvement in his escape from the cell

Warning : 18+ Sex, Mean loki, Degradation, Loki is toxic as they get

You both sat on the opposite end of the bathtub and he was just staring at you with such intensity that you wanted to run and hide somewhere. You had your knees pulled up to your chest with your arms locked around it, you were looking everywhere else but him. His naked body always made you flustered.

"So ummmm they grilled you badly?" You asked him and he chuckled

"They are so easy to fool so no..not really" you nodded and looked at him, his intense gaze made you look away

"Who hurt you?" He asked you

"Ummm it's not a big deal, you know how I am, I say stupid things all the time and piss people off, it's a miracle I'm not being hit often" his jaw clenched as you said that,

"That's not the answer to my question darling" you sighed as he said that.

"It was an agent, Maria Hill" he nodded as you said that.

After the bath, you put on a bathrobe since you didn't have any other clothes, honestly you didn't have anything on you. All your stuff was confiscated by the agents, you didn't even have access to your bank accounts. You don't even remember when was the last time you ate, oh wait you do. It was yesterday. Your stomach was making loud noises. So loud that he noticed it and looked at you, his eyebrows raised

"I'm just hungry"

"You mortals can't survive without a meal .. Can you?"

"What do you mean you mortals? You eat too even though you're an alien"

"A God, do you want me to throw you out?" He glared at you and you shook your head as you looked down, he huffed as your stomach made another noise, he got up and grabbed your arms then he dragged you out of the room. Why was he throwing you out? You didn't even say anything. And Why his steps were so fucking large? you had to run behind him to catch up with him. You both reached the place that looked like a living room but you couldn't tell, the infrastructure was weird in this tower. All the avengers were at the huge table stuffing their face with all kinds of deliciousness

"Feed this mortal" He looked at Natasha and she signaled you to sit next to her. That's black widow, you didn't want to sit next to her, you were afraid of being widowed. You looked at him and he placed his palm on your back pushing you towards Natasha.

"Why is she in my chamber? I'm not sharing a chamber with this inferior being" you looked at him in shock, he was being so nice before the bath. What did you do?

"Calm down brother, unfortunately you have to share the chamber with her, we are trying to keep you two together for security purposes, sit down eat something, you must feel ravenous"

"Actually he just said that .." Loki glared at you as you started to speak and you focused on hogging the pizza you had on your plate. He sat down in front of you with crossed arms and furrowed brows , looking pissed as ever

"Lady y/n do you have a family?" You coughed as you heard Thor's voice, as if your body couldn't digest that level of respect.

"Sorry I'm just.. just call me y/n"

"But you are a lady are you not? Apologies if I assumed" Iron man found it really humorous because you could hear him chuckling

"That's not what ..never mind ..I do have a family in Texas but I'm not ..we are not close" Loki looked at you intently as you said that. He hated the moment he shared with you before the bath, he felt protective of you, he wanted to run over the person who harmed you so cruelly. And he absolutely despised feeling that way for a mortal.

"Ummm can I get some clothes?" You asked Natasha and she looked at you

"What size do you wear?" You told her and she assured you that you'll get it by tomorrow. After eating, you got up and everyone looked at you, leaving you in an awkward but mandatory position where you had to speak ofcourse

"Umm goodnight or I actually don't know what time it is right now so ummm happy night or day or just happy saving the world..go avengers yayy" you brought your fist up to fake cheer, then you turned around and headed back to the room, cursing yourself all the way..

"She's cu.. weird" Steve said and Natasha looked at him, she had a smirk on her face. Loki didn't like the way Steve was looking at you.

"Just so you know I hate you" Clint said to Loki and his eyes rolled in response.

"Oooh how would I live with that for another six thousand years?" Loki got up and headed back to the bedroom. When he entered he found you on the couch. You were laying on your front, your legs swinging up and down as you focused on whatever you had on the tv.

"Shut it off, I want to sleep" you looked at him as you turned the tv off. He waved his fingers and he was all naked. He loved to sleep as the day he was born. He got on the bed and covered his lower half with the satin sheets. But he couldn't sleep, he didn't want to. He wanted to fuck you.

"Hey mortal, come here" you sat up on the couch and stared at him. He was staring at the ceiling, not even looking at you. You got up and walked closer to the bed,

"You want something?" You asked him, he got up grabbed your waist and pulled you on the bed on top of him

"Want me to fuck your mouth or your tight little cunt" he whispered as he flipped you under me

"Ummm my.. do I have to say it?" He untied the strings of your robe and you felt his cock rubbing against your lips.

"If I ask you a question you are going to answer me, do I need to remind you of that again?" He placed his forearms on either side of your head, one of his hands gripped your hair.

"Nooo sorry" you mumbled meekly, he pulled your head to the side and sucked on your neck, a moan escaped your lips.

"Mouth or cunt?" he asked you again

"Ummm my cunt" as soon as the words left your mouth his cock pushed inside you, you gasped at the feeling of fullness.

"So soaked, a touch of me and your quim starts crying" you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers scratched his scalp, the sensation felt foreign to him, he wasn't used to such tenderness during fornication. He pumped in and out of you, maintaining a fast pace. He just wanted to cum inside you and be done with it. Your walls squeezed around him and he couldn't believe how easily you came around him

"Cumming already? You're so pathetic darling" he whispered in your ear as you let go, he could feel your orgasm and the way your walls spasmed around him, you arched your back, your grip on his hair tightened as you felt the pleasurable waves surging through you. He looked at your face and how lost you looked in the moment, why do you affect him so? You're just a mortal, he has been with several of them during his time on earth

He fucked you untill he spilled inside you then he collapsed next to you to catch his breath.

"Go back to the couch" he whispered so you got up and ran towards the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up.

He seemed distant, more distant than normal, he often took you to the bathroom, cleaned you up and took care of you but today he just threw you out of the bed as soon as he was done, you felt used but then what did you expect?

Next day you received a bunch of clothes from Natasha which you felt really grateful for. Thor also sent clothes for Loki, you actually wanted to see him in something casual. You grabbed all the bags, keeping his on the bed while you kept yours in the closet hoping that he wouldn't mind. When he came out of the bathroom, his eyebrows raised in curiosity as he looked at the shopping bags

"What is that?" He asked you, he noticed your new look. You had a black shirt on along with a blue pair of jeans

"Thor sent it for you, earth people clothes" he grumbled and checked out the contents of the bag.

"What is this?" He showed you a pair of briefs and you chuckled, he was definitely an alien.

"It's an undergarment, do you not have undergarments on your god planet?" You asked him and he shook his head

"No...What's the point of it?"

"Ummm it's for hygiene, it also helps in keeping all the goodies in place you know" he put it on as you said that

"Huh I see, why are there so many options with fabrics?" He looked so confused as he went through several shirts and pants. When he wasn't spitting venom at you he seemed kind of Adorable.

"Hey mortal girl, choose for me, make me look good" you picked a simple gray t-shirt and a blue pair of jeans for him which he put on hurriedly

"And this" you handed him a black leather jacket and he was overjoyed just to have something in leather. He loves his leathers. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like a midgardian.

"Midgardians are so fucking basic" you chuckled as he fixed the sleeves of his jacket.

"I think you look handsome, very very handsome" you mumbled softly and his eyes softened

"Thank you

He had his doubts, about you and how they hired someone like you to watch over an intergalactic terrorist like him. He knew there was something going on and he had to figure it out. You watched him alone, and there was no one even assisting you, how's that even possible? The security was so tight around the tower then why did they let him escape so easily. He had to test a theory so he grabbed your hand and looked at you

"I'm taking you to feast on one of those frozen treats that you relish so greatly" he told you and you looked at him

"Ice cream for breakfast? Sounds amazing" he held you in his arms and in a second you were outside, you were outside the tower, on the streets. Everyone around you looked at you two as you both appeared out of nowhere.

"We are not supposed to be outside" you told him and he smirked

"I know that darling"

"Ice cream" you found an ice cream parlor on the other side of the street so he took you there. He couldn't believe how excited you got as you looked at different options, his mouth curled into a smile, he had to smack himself mentally to stop from doing that

"You love frozen things huh" Maybe you'd love him in his frozen form too.

"Who doesn't love ice cream? When I was a kid my.. ummm do you have ice cream on Asgard?" You asked him and he shook his head. You were enjoying your ice cream when out of nowhere Thor flew down from the sky. He stormed towards Loki as soon as he spotted him

"Are you a lunatic? I told you to not leave the tower, why can't you just listen to me for once"

"How did you know I was here?" Thor seemed perplexed as Loki asked him that. You both were taken back to the tower, where you were lectured and reprimanded again.

"What did we tell you about going out of this tower?" Maria Hill walked towards you and Lindsay was giving you a look of pure disappointment. Before she could get any closer, loki placed his arm in front of you

"You would not dare lay your hands or even your fingers on the mortal, understand?" His jaw clenched and nose flared so she took a few steps back. Did he just defend you?

"We just got ice cream, nothing else" you mumbled as your eyes teared up. Loki noticed the way Lindsay lady was looking at you. He grabbed your hand and walked you towards the bedroom.

"Strip" you looked at him shocked as he said that. Before you could ask further questions he repeated and you knew better than to make him say it again. You took off your clothes and you don't know what he was doing but he was inspecting every inch of your body. He turned you around, pressed his finger in the nape of your neck. He felt something inside it.

"There it is"

"Where is what? What's happening?" You asked him and he conjured a dagger in his hand

"Do you trust me?" He asked you and you nodded. For some god awful reasons you did trust him

"This is going to hurt but I'll heal you okay?" You turned around to look at him, your eyes widened as you looked at the dagger

"No wait, what are you doing?" you asked him confused and you didn't understand what he was doing. He sighed as his suspicions were confirmed. They allowed him to escape on purpose, you never made a mistake, they wanted you to get tricked by him and free him from the cell.

"They have a microchip tracker in your body, did you know that?"

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#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fic #dark loki

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rinwellisathing · 2 months

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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 36

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

The carriage stopped and the group dispersed outside of Rivington to avoid unwanted attention. Gabraela escorted Jackal down along the beach to avoid being seen as much as possible, Tomi's form rippled, changing back into her riding clothes and Orin cracked her neck side to side, focusing a moment and transforming into handsome male elf with dark brown skin, sharp features, and jet black hair wearing riding clothes as well, walking alongside her as they made their way back to the city.

Before Sentry left the carriage, Gortash took his hand and stopped him. “I forgot to tell you, in a few days I've been invited by some benefactors to the theater, I want you to join me.” Sentry grinned. “I see, but I imagine I have to behave while I'm there, right? No material acquisitions?” “Well, if you can be discreet about it, I wouldn't deny you, my Dread Executioner. However, the dress code IS formal.” Enver replied, raising Sentry's hand to his lips. “So, will you join me?” “Sure, sounds fun.” Sentry nodded. “Besides, 'discreet' just means a chance to be creative with it.”

He realized the dress code meant he'd likely need to visit with Ffion again, and really he'd been putting off letting Wysp know about Malta for far too long at this point. He felt a bit guilty the beautiful clothes Ffion had initially given him were a bit worse for wear after being removed quickly for so many tumbles in bed, but then again if anyone could understand that, it would be her.

He kissed his lover farewell before making his way towards the town, going over in his head what exactly to say to Wysp about the whole Malta situation. 'Hey buddy, why's your cat mad at you?' or perhaps 'Wow, man, what did you say to Malta? He's been at my house a couple of weeks now I think.' Well, he would think of something that made sense. As he approached the building and opened the door, he noticed a distinct difference in the music. Weird. Usually Wysp played a set around this time. He approached the desk, fishing in his pocket for his money.

“Hey Mam'zell, it's been a bit. Are Ffion and Wysp around?” Sentry asked, pulling the small pouch of gold from his pocket and setting it on the counter. He didn't notice in his distraction the rather saddened look on the woman's face. “Oh dear, you haven't heard?” Mam'zell bit her lip and looked around a moment before leaning in to speak quietly to Sentry. Her expression was mournful as was her tone. “Wysp is dead, dear...His...his body turned up missing his head outside our door one morning a month or so ago.” Sentry's eyes widened. “What?!” He gasped, taken aback. No...if there had been a murder, he should know about it. “Who did it? Did they find out?” 'If it was one of mine, I'll skin them alive and hang them from my bed post....' he thought to himself, trying to control the pain. His body felt simultaneously numb and like it might explode at the same time. His friend, his confidant, the one person he knew who was just like him....gone. “No, I'm afraid not...Business as usual with this city. No one cares when it's one of us, you know.” Mam'zell lowered her head and frowned before breathing deeply and forcing her public face back to the fore. “However Ffion is in....and I know she'd love to see you, young man.” She moved to make change for Sentry's coin since Wysp was no longer available. “Please...keep it...for the cats, he'd have wanted them well cared for.” Sentry held up his hand in protest before turning to go to Ffion's quarters.

Sentry wasn't used to feeling upset about a death, not since Commander Mum had died. Evagria Ojeda had been the last death he'd mourned, every one since had been a celebration. His eyes burned with tears that wouldn't come, his stomach lurched with a gnawing, wrenching knot. He gripped the wall next to Ffion's door for support, stopping briefly to try and right himself before he would knock. The reaction felt so alien to him, like a part of him that had died with Commander Mum clawing and lapping at the tissue of his brain from the inside. He cursed under his breath and tried to shake it off. These things happened. People died all the time. How many people he killed were someone's closest, dearest friend? Why should he be special? Was father's plan not for everyone, even Sentry himself, to die when it was complete? Wysp had been saved the worst of it and Sentry was spared those stunning violet eyes gazing up at him in abject betrayal when the day came. Yes, that was it. Wysp never could have understood like Enver did. Whoever did this had done both Sentry and Wysp a favor...but then, why was he having so much trouble believing it?

With a heavy sigh, he knocked on Ffion's door. The moment she opened the door, the pulled him inside, enveloping him in those strong, wide, motherly arms and holding him close. “Oh sweet heart. I take it you heard about poor Wysp?” Sentry nodded, his expression numb and empty. Ffion squeezed him tight and led him over to sit down. Her robes today were black, still with an ample view of her heavy chest, but more plain than she'd ordinarily wear. This had hurt her as well, a month ago and still in mourning. “Yeah...Malta's been at my place I guess since it happened...I thought they had a falling out...fuck...” “You just cry if you have to, honey, let it all out. I know how close you two were.” Ffion offered a handkerchief to Sentry, sitting beside him and patting his arm reassuringly. “Or, if it's still too fresh a wound, we can talk about something else...take our minds off it. How's it going with that noble?” “Um...”Sentry shifted a bit, regaining himself and taking a deep breath. “Really well, actually...um...we...we've done so much together and...actually that's why I'm here, we're supposed to go to the theater with some other nobles..” Ffion managed a smile at that. “Oh, now that IS big. Usually they've kicked us lower city folk to the curb by now. A theater date comes right before the proposal. You'll need something special. I know how you prefer black, but you need some color, love.” It seemed the good news had done the trick and she was in far better spirits as she made her way to the wardrobe in the corner. “Speaking of different topics, of family, how're things with your son? I remember he was giving you some trouble. Do you want me to talk to him? Give him the old paladin lecture?” Sentry asked. “That boy, now I know some of the things you draw are downright scary, Sentry dear, but my boy...I just can't quite put my finger on it, there's something unsettling...” She thumbed through several colorful vests and overcoats. “See, when I look at your macabre art, there's a beauty to it. Like touching the darker bits of The Weave....When Dolor draws like that, though...it's cold, clinical.” She gave a small sigh. “I guess I COULD fool myself into thinking he wants to be a healer or a medic of some sort, but....”

“I know you probably don't want to pry, but if you want, I can try and find out what he's up to. You're like a second mum to me, Ffion, if there's anything I can do to help...” Sentry offered softly. “There now, don't worry about me, Sentry. You've got so much on your plate right now with your new man, this dreadful business with Wysp....I'll be fine, love. Don't you worry.” The dwarf reassured him as her hand brushed across a shimmering purple fabric. “Ah, there we are. It matches one of your eyes and it'll be quite becoming with the shade of your hair.” She pulled a tastefully embroidered purple and silver doublet from the closet along with a silken shirt in a darker shade of plum and a pair of fine aubergine breeches. “It's quite purple, isn't it?” Sentry gave a little smile. “I mean, not that it's a problem, I like purple.” Purple was the color faces turned when deprived of oxygen. Purple was the color of deep bruises when you landed a hit hard enough to rupture something. “Not only that, but really I do think it's your color, barring maybe a nice blueish green.” She shrugged, motioning for him to stand so she could help him try the clothing on. As Sentry stripped, Ffion's eyes moved over his body, naturally checking for anything out of the ordinary. She couldn't have some upper crust nobleman harming her young man, after all. Her eyes fell to the newest of Sentry's tattoos, the black hand. “That's new.” She remarked. “I remember the Ilmater hands, but this one....” Her fingers brushed against the rich black ink that now marked Sentry's skin. “Oh...uh...it's a sex thing.” Sentry blushed, explaining maybe a bit too quickly to be sure Ffion might believe him. She frowned a moment, seeming doubtful. The 'Elminster's Library' set wasn't just for show, Ffion was a smart woman no matter how many discounted her due to her pleasant attitude outside of work and what she did for a living. In the back of her mind, the symbol of Bane came to mind. But it also occurred to her how often young men toyed with symbols like these without realizing what they meant. Sentry was so happy and this man seemed to be treating him well. Yes, just a foolish kink. This is some smitten noble trying to be something out of a dirty novel. The cult of Bane was abolished years ago. She shook off her doubts and smile.

“I see. Well, far be it for me to judge.” She shrugged, helping him on with the clothing and standing back beside him to admire the appearance in the mirror. “There. He'll propose on the spot, my lad.”

Sentry grinned, he did look quite dashing in these clothes. Tall and handsome, his muscles lean enough to avoid straining the material, but toned enough to fill it out nicely. He certainly looked the part of a young noble attending the theater. “Thanks, Ffion.” “Any time, boy.” She beckoned him to her level and pulled him into a tight embrace. “You're such a good boy, Sentry. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” “And you're a good mom, Ffion. Your son should learn to see that.” Sentry replied, giving her a tight squeeze. “And if he doesn't? I'll fight him.” He grinned playfully, only half kidding. His brain flashed with images of a new sculpture 'The Ungrateful Son', that poxy little shit who caused his friend so much trouble nailed to a chair in a corner, cruel tongue cut out. “Now now, he's still my boy, sweetheart.” She chastised gently. “I don't want to see you two coming to blows.” “Yes, ma'am.” Sentry sighed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, also, before I forget, here! I found this while I was on business yesterday.” He fumbled around in his satchel and pulled out one of the tomes he and Sceleritas had stolen from Mephistar. “It's a true account from Netheril! Can you believe it? Since you're a wizard and all, I thought you might be interested.” Ffion's eyes widened as she accepted the old journal. “Sentry, sweetheart, this is.....” Most gifts the woman was given were meaningless trinkets, jewelry that could never add up to the simple ring she kept from her late husband, clothing she didn't care for when outside of work comfort was key, but this book was a wealth of knowledge. Rare, fascinating, something she would honestly enjoy. She gave Sentry another tight hug. “I won't ask where you got it, hardly my business after all, but thank you...thank you so much.” “Of course! A good mum needs to be treated like one. You should have nice gifts...ones you like.” Sentry gave a little smile as the embrace ended and he stood to leave. “Thank you, Ffion, after I lost Commander Mum...well...things would have been so much worse without you.”

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