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stung by the wasp

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)

Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! male masturbation, male sexual fantasy, soft dom!OFC, light sub Jolly, fingering, finger riding, female masturbation, teasing, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.

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Author’s Note: this is part 2 to the way you bend the way you break. thank you to @deathblacksmoke for beta’ing this 🤍

So come to me

No sense of restraint

It’s in Jolly’s favor that he knows the music so well. He has played their songs so many times he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing, he works strictly on muscle memory.

It’s in Jolly’s favor, because his mind is in a million places, but this show is not one of them.

He’s too busy thinking about her thighs wrapped around his head while he laps at her pussy. The movements and noises she makes when he inserts a finger inside her. How soft and plush her breasts feel in his hand. How being inside of her made him feral in a way he’s never felt with anyone before.

They had only had sex twice, once the night she came over and again the next morning. Jolly hadn’t seen her or barely heard from her in the ten days since she left, but she was all he could think about. He was beginning to feel like he dreamt it.

The metronome in his ear clicks and brings him back to reality for a moment. He opens his eyes and surveys the stage. He watches Nicholas screaming into his mic on the other end. He suddenly realizes what song they're on and that he’s supposed to be screaming along with him.

Shit.

Nicholas backs away from his mic and stares at him pointedly. Jolly gives the bassist an apologetic look in return and he rolls his eyes playfully, a soft smile on his lips. Nicholas can never stay mad at him for too long.

The rest of the show goes by smoothly with no issues. The embarrassment from his little mishap helped him focus but as the show continued his mind drifted back to Violet. By the time the show ended he was ripping his gear off and storming off the stage.

Jolly hears Noah and Matt call after him but he ignores them. He’s hot, dizzy, and needs to find somewhere to be alone before he loses it. The green room wasn’t an option so he stalks further backstage looking for an empty room. He finds a bathroom at the far end of the hallway and decides it will do.

He slams the door behind him and locks it, pacing the room. He threads his fingers together and places them on top of his head, breathing deeply and trying to will his thoughts away. No matter how hard he tries, they go straight back to her. It was like his mind was stuck on a loop and the only thing that would play is her.

Jolly shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. This was Violet. His best friend. She trusted him to give her what she needed and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to go any further than that. Something snapped in him that night. Now, he’s become this disgusting fiend desperate to have her again.

He strikes the door with the palm of his hand, frustrated, and leans against it. Deep breathing wasn’t working, trying to redirect his thoughts wasn’t working. The throbbing in his pants wasn’t going away and he couldn’t walk back out there in this state.

Jolly closes his eyes and his mind drifts again, back to her naked in his bed. The beautiful way she quivered when he made her cum. How sweet she tasted. She looked so gorgeous with her makeup completely ruined and running down her face. Her voice crying out for him has haunted him in his sleep since she left.

He would much prefer the soft skin of her hand than the rough calloused surface of his own, but he’s not in a position to complain. It’s still a mind blowing sensation when he spits in his hand and coats his cock, dragging the pre-cum from his slit down as well.

Jolly attempts to move slowly, limiting the noise so as not to give himself away but his thoughts betray him as he hears Violet’s voice in the back of his mind.

I need to feel you, daddy.

Jolly rests his head right below his arm, the only thing that was keeping him upright at this point. The cool metal of the door was no match for the heat radiating off of his skin. Beads of sweat form between his brows and drop from his face as he furrows them.

He bites back the moans that threaten to spill from him. He can’t risk anyone on the other side hearing. Fist moving rapidly over his aching cock, he chokes out her name as his orgasm crashes into him.

He cleans himself up and stuffs himself back into his pants. He stares at himself in the mirror, shame and disgust settling in.

“Oh, my flower. What have you done to me?”

“You want to talk about what happened out there?” Jolly hears Nicholas’ voice through the curtain of his bunk. He was considerate enough not to just fling it open, at least. None of the other guys would have given him that courtesy.

Jolly stares at the top of his bunk in silence, hoping Nicholas will think he’s not there. When he knocks on the paneling Jolly realizes he’s not getting out of this. He slides the curtain open in a huff to see Nicholas smiling at him. Jolly’s face softens at the younger man. It was hard to be in a bad mood around him.

“I’m sorry about that. I got distracted by something in the crowd. Won’t happen again.”

Nicholas narrows his eyes. Jolly knew better than to lie to him.

“We‘ve had fights, medical emergencies, people showing tits and ass in the crowd and you’ve never been that distracted before.” He takes a seat on the bunk opposite Jolly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”

Jolly lays back against his pillow pinching the bridge of his nose. Guess he has to tell him sooner or later.

“Violet and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”

There’s no immediate response from Nicholas so Jolly lifts his head to look at him. If he is shocked, disappointed, or confused he doesn’t show it. He just stares back at Jolly with the same content look on his face.

“Go on.” Nicholas finally says.

“She came over to my place and asked if we could.. you know. So we did. It was just supposed to be for stress relief but I can’t get her out of my head, man.”

“Have you seen her since then? Talked to her?”

Jolly shakes his head. “I haven’t seen her and we’ve only texted a few times.”

“Maybe you should call her.”

The older man scoffs, looking at his friend incredulously.

“And say what? ‘Hey, Vi. I know we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks but I can’t get you off my mind, wanna fuck?’ No way.”

“Or.. “ Nicholas begins. “You could invite her to the party we’re throwing on Friday when we get back into town. You can talk to her then. It’s a casual environment so it won’t be as weird for the two of you.”

Jolly stares at Nicholas for a moment and then returns his attention to an uninteresting spot on the bunk above him.

“That’s not a bad idea.” He mumbles quietly.

Jolly can see the grin on Nicholas' face from his peripheral vision and he’s already annoyed. It’s contagious, however, and he finds himself smiling despite himself.

Nicholas gets up, nudging his leg with his knee.

“You need to get laid, dude. You’re grumpier than usual and if you fuck up on stage again Matt might kill you.”

Jolly laughs, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not afraid of Matt.”

“YOU SHOULD BE!” Matt’s voice booms from the front of the bus. Jolly and Nicholas trade glances and laugh. He decides then that he’ll call Violet tomorrow.

Jolly picks at a stray piece of wicker that had broken loose from the chair he’s sitting on. He’s kept his eye on her through the patio door all night, willing her to walk outside. She arrived two hours ago. They exchanged waves when she spotted him, a sweet smile on her face that made his knees buckle a little.

He hoped she would join everyone outside but she got caught up in conversation with someone he didn’t recognize. As she was finally making her way out the door, Folio caught her and dragged her back inside. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, chugging the rest of his beer.

Jolly glances over at her again, this time she’s glaring at him with a look that screams “get me out of here.” He heads into the house, deciding it was time for another beer anyways.

“Folio, my good man.” Jolly says loudly as soon as he spots them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Would you mind terribly if I stole Violet from you?”

Folio shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. I’m probably boring her to death anyways.”

“You could never, my dear.” Violet responds, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush. “Thank you for educating me on.. what was it again?”

“Overfishing!” Folio answers. “It’s devastating to the marine ecosystem and their food chain!”

“That’s it. Thank you, Folio. Jolly, are you ready?”

“Absolutely.” Jolly says, giving Violet his arm. She takes it and waves to Folio as they retreat to the next room.

“Oh my God, thank you.” She whispers, clinging to his arm. “I love him to death but if I had to hear one more fact about fish I was going to rip my hair out.”

Jolly laughs at her. “He’s very enthusiastic about his hobbies. He means well.”

Violet claps her hand over her forehead. “I feel like a total asshole.”

Jolly turns to look for his friend who was currently standing in between the legs of another woman that was perched on the counter top. She was playing with his hair as he spoke and from his hand gestures, he was still talking about fishing. Jolly smirks and points.

“I think he’s doing okay.”

Violet looks over and laughs.

“We’ve been gone for five seconds!”

Jolly throws his head back in laughter. “He works fast, I’ll give him that.”

“So you wanted to talk to me?” Violet asks out of the blue. The question is so abrupt it throws Jolly off guard and he forgets for a moment that he invited her to the party for a reason. He nods quickly, looking down at her. She touches his arm and his skin ignites. This is going to be more difficult than he thought.

“Is there somewhere else that we can go? Somewhere more private?”

Jolly ushers her in the room, closing the door behind them. The only light on was the LEDs around the bed. He knew this wasn’t a good idea but all of the other rooms were occupied.

Violet plops into the plush gaming chair while Jolly sits on the bed opposite her. She playfully swings the chair around and giggles. If he didn’t know her personality as well as he did, he might assume she had too much to drink. She catches him watching her and her cheeks turn a bright pink.

“So.” She murmurs, scooting to the edge of the chair. Jolly purposely ignores the way her skirt rides up her thighs as she moves, but something catches his eye. Against his better judgment he glances down and spots it. A black leather garter with a silver metal heart in the middle.

“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice breaks through the filthy thoughts in his mind. Violet runs her hand over the garter and he has to pull himself together enough to form a response.

“I just uh.. wanted to-” He slowly drags out the last word when she spreads her legs a little, lifting one to cross it over the other but she hesitates briefly. In that split second Jolly sees the damp spot that has formed on her underwear. It disappears immediately as she crosses her legs but the damage has been done.

Any chance Jolly has of forming a coherent sentence now is completely gone. It was taxing enough for his short circuiting brain to close his mouth that was hanging open. All she did was adjust her position in her chair and he was panting and salivating like some kind of rabid dog.

Violet giggles softly, her fingers tracing the heart shaped charm on her garter.

“That’s what I figured. I missed you too, daddy.”

If his legs hadn’t been turned to jelly by her comment then he would have snatched her out of the chair and shown her how badly he missed her. However, the situation being what it was, Jolly just sits there, his fists balling up the fabric of his jeans.

Violet stands up and saunters over, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looks up at her as she rubs her thumb against his jawline. Her gaze softens the longer their eyes meet.

“Is this what you want?” She whispers.

“Yes. Please.” Jolly responds. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He wants, no— he needs her.

Violet climbs on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jolly has no idea what to do with his hands, a feeling he hasn’t had since he was a teenager. He struggles with his choice and evidently it’s obvious as she laughs and places his hands on her waist.

“This is not the same Jolly from the other night.” She says as she threads a hand through his hair. Jolly heaves a pleasant sigh and leans into her touch. He has been nervous to touch her all night but now that she was close to him again all of the nerves vanished.

“I’m not always so dominant, you know.” He replies, squeezing her waist. She squirms a little and he’s grateful that she’s not sitting directly on his crotch otherwise he’d render that statement useless.

“So my Jolly is a switch, huh?” A smirk plays across her lips and Jolly has to pretend that it doesn’t make his heart race hearing her call him hers.

“Something like that.” His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, and she licks them, earning her another squeeze. She scoots further into his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against the hardening cock in his jeans.

Her skirt moves up her thighs and Jolly, suddenly feeling a bit more confident, drags his hands down to dig into the flesh. The action isn’t necessarily an encouragement to move, but if she takes it as such he won’t complain.

She doesn’t move, however, but she lifts herself off of him ever so slightly. Grabbing his hand from her thigh she pushes it between her legs guiding his fingers over the dampened fabric of her panties.

Jolly’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head swimming as she uses his fingers to push her panties aside. Between her gasps when she guides him over her clit and how wet she is already, Jolly is fairly certain he could cum untouched.

Violet tilts her head back, enjoying herself as she uses his hand for her pleasure. He watches her, wide eyed, desperate to kiss her or touch her somewhere. He doesn’t dare to interrupt the show. This was all he’d thought about for nearly two weeks.

Violet looks back at Jolly, her eyes glazed over in lust. Jolly imagines his eyes are much similar. She pulls him in, kissing him hard and desperately. She rises again and pushes two fingers inside of her, gasping at the stretch.

She rotates her hips, clenching around Jolly’s fingers. She takes his face in her hand, biting his lip as she begins to ride him. It takes her some time to come up with the words in between pants but she finally manages.

“Let me fuck myself on your fingers and then you can fill me up, okay?”

Jolly’s mouth goes dry and he nods, knowing that if the roles were reversed he would not accept that as an answer. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet as she grabs his chin firmly.

“I need your words, sweet boy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chokes out, and as soon as the words leave his mouth she clenches around his fingers so tight he’s positive that she’s cut off the circulation in his hand. It’s almost painful but there’s no way in hell he is going to stop her.

Jolly can’t decide what he wants to concentrate on more, her face or where they’re connected. He pushes her skirt up her waist further so he can get a better view. The sight of her bouncing on his fingers, and her slick coating his entire hand has him licking his lips and dying for a taste.

“My flower, please… Can I taste you?” Jolly begs.

“You can lick me from your fingers when I’m done. Now are you going to make me cum, or not?”

Jolly places his hand at the middle of her back, leaning her backward so he can have more room to work. Violet maintains her movements as he meets them, pressing the palm of his hand into her clit. She throws her head back, uttering the cries that Jolly’s been desperate to hear for so long. He curls his fingers inside of her and her movements slow, the spot he’s massaging wiping out every thought in her mind.

Jolly curls his hand around her neck, tilting her head forward to face him. Her eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure, as she attaches her forehead to his.

“Keep going, pretty girl. Doing so good for me.”

Violet keens at his praise while she clings to him, grinding her hips against his fingers. With the increased pressure against her sweet spot her orgasm collides into her with such force she seizes in Jolly’s lap, mouth agape but no sound comes out.

Jolly removes his fingers when she grabs at his wrist. He wastes no time shoving them between his lips, moaning at the delectable taste of her. She watches as he sucks her release from his digits, already missing them inside her.

The noises he makes cleaning his fingers are downright obscene. Once he’s certain every crevice of them have been cleaned, he moves to his palm and then down his wrist. Jolly sees her staring wide eyed, biting her lip. He smirks at her, running his tongue up his arm to catch a rogue drop that had fallen.

“Don’t wanna waste a single drop of my flower’s

sweet nectar.”

Violet whines and grinds against the bulge in Jolly’s pants. He groans, guiding her over his lap with a death grip on her. She leans his head back for better access to his neck, sucking bruises into his flesh. She roughly tries to remove his belt buckle but struggles.

“Easy, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jolly chuckles, helping her remove his belt and pants. She pulls his boxers off and climbs back in his lap, his shirt quickly removed and discarded behind her.

“I’ve waited just as long as you have for this, Joakim.” She says, grabbing his cock. Between the grip she has on him and his full first name falling from her lips, Jolly’s resolve was dwindling quickly.

“Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to have to do it for you?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.

Violet squeezes his cock, eliciting a low groan from him. She smirks, pumping him so painfully slow it’s almost torturous.

“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge this time, love. It seems that I recall when I got mouthy you threatened to leave me to fend for myself.” She drags the pad of her thumb over his slit and he hisses. “You don’t want me to do that now, do you?”

The noise that escapes Jolly is pathetic as he wildly shakes his head. Violet raises her eyebrows in anticipation. He knows she’s waiting for a response but all he can think about is how she’s pressing on the tip of his cock with her thumb.

“I’m waiting.” She sings.

“No-No ma’am. Please don’t do that.” He chokes out, his throat so dry now his voice has become hoarse.

“Be a good boy for me and lie on the bed.” Violet says, lifting herself from his lap enough so that he can slide backwards. Once he’s settled back against the pillows in a way that satisfies her she crawls on top of him again.

“Now.” Violet hums, dragging her core against him. Jolly’s breath hitches as she slicks up his cock. He stretched her out with his fingers and she’s so wet he could probably just slip in if only she’d just—

“Love, I believe I was speaking to you.” Her fingers dig into the flesh of his jaw, puckering his lips. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting on the flesh.

“Mmm. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah.” Violet readjusts herself making a point to press onto him even harder. He grunts, flexing his hands at his sides but does his best to pay attention.

“I’m going to take my clothes off. You’re going to watch me, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch me, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jolly nods, fanning his arms out across the bed so she can see them.

Violet smiles, leaning over to kiss him.

“Thank you, sweet boy. So good for me.”

Jolly’s heart bursts at the praise. He chases her lips as she pulls away but she’s too quick. She runs her hands down the front of her sheer floral top, pulling it over her head. Her fingers trace the lace around the cups of her bra and she pulls them down exposing her breasts.

Jolly’s breath hitches when she leans over, hovering over his mouth. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and he could wrap it around her nipple but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He needed to be good for her.

Violet wets her forefinger and drags lazy circles around her nipple. Jolly watches as it pebbles and clenches his fists. He holds his breath completely when she drags it against his lips.

“Open up, love.”

The speed at which Jolly wraps his mouth around her surprises even her as she gasps a little. A mixture of a moan and a laugh leaves her when he closes his mouth tightly around her.

The pretty noises Jolly has missed so much fall from her lips as she rocks backs and forth on top of him. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her arousal dripping down his balls the more she moves.

Her thighs squeeze him tight, her moans becoming louder. One hand is grabbing the flesh of his shoulder and the other is holding his head as close to her as possible, like he would stop unless he was forced.

As her movements become more erratic, Jolly knows her orgasm is near. He forces himself to think about music, literature, anything to keep his own from coming on. The blend of sensations, noises, and friction, however, were making it almost impossible.

Jolly watches her face from below as her second orgasm peaks. He’s infatuated by the way her mouth drops open and how her nose scrunches up. His favorite thing is how she shivers and smiles a little towards the end. He wishes he could film her so he can watch it over and over.

Maybe she’ll let him one day.

He forgets himself in the moment and lets go of the bedsheets, removing her bra and enveloping both breasts in his hands. He raises his hips up providing more pressure as she grinds against him. Violet falls on top of him as she finishes, running her hand underneath his head and gently pushing her fingers in his hair.

She kisses and nibbles at his neck. Jolly traces patterns across her back as he hums softly. The sweet moment is interrupted when she abruptly grips his hair, pulling his head back to look at her.

“What did I say about touching me, love?” Violet says firmly.

The realization hits him and Jolly’s hands fly back to the mattress. He stutters out an apology, something about how he just wanted to make her feel good. He knew it was futile though. He deserved to be punished.

“You were a good boy and didn’t cum but you broke the rules so I have to punish you, now.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jolly responds and she hums, kissing him and letting go of his hair. She sits up and removes her skirt. The only remaining clothing item was her soaked panties that had been pushed aside. Jolly writhes underneath her, letting out a pathetic whimper as she gets off of him. Violet sees his hand move slightly and tuts at him.

“Am I going to have to tie you up, love? I’m sure Noah has something in here we could use.”

Jolly shakes his head. “No ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear.”

Violet smiles and sits between his legs facing him, draping her own on either side of his waist. From this view, Jolly could see her entire body perfectly. She lifts her hips up, pulling her panties down and off her legs, throwing them into the floor.

She scoots up closer to him, her pussy so close to his throbbing cock he can practically feel her heat. Leaning back on her left elbow, her right hand lands on her inner thigh. Her fingers drag down, collecting her arousal that had dripped there.

Jolly’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when she runs a finger up her slit, collecting more juices. She brings the finger up to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A loud, obscene “mmmm” follows as she pulls it between her lips with a pop.

“I can taste you too, sweet boy.”

His mind goes completely blank as she speaks. His cock jumps against his belly, the swollen red tip leaking even more. Her eyes trail down to where the pre-cum pools on his stomach and licks her lips.

Sitting forward Violet reaches over and swipes it with her fingertips. Her knuckles barely graze against the head of his cock but he’s so sensitive the contact makes him hiss. Instead of putting her fingers straight into her mouth this time, she applies his arousal to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over them to collect it.

Violet spreads what didn’t go on her tongue onto her clit. Her head lolls back as she touches herself. The sight has Jolly clenching his jaw and white knuckling the bed sheets. When she fits two fingers inside of her with ease, he has to look away.

“I don’t think I said you could look away.” Violet says sweetly, with a warning behind it. “Look at me, Joakim.” Jolly takes a deep breath and looks back at her, immediately moaning.

The prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, quite possibly the only one he ever wants to see again for the rest of his life, was spread open before him. He sits up on his elbows, then on his hands, desperate to get closer. She grabs his thigh, a silent reminder to keep his hands to himself.

“Tell me you want it.”

Jolly’s mouth drops open as she uses his own game against him. He does want her more than anything else. He knows he won’t last long but by the way her thighs are subtly shaking, she won’t either. He swallows hard and nods, begging like he should.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.

“My flower… please.” Jolly pants. “I want your pretty pussy. Need to be inside you.”

It’s clear that Violet’s resolve weakens significantly at his begging as she practically scrambles on top of him. She kisses him so hard that it makes his mouth hurt but he doesn’t mind. Violet pulls back panting and grabs his hands, placing them on her waist.

“Waist only. If they move, I stop.” She declares upon his lips with no real authority. Jolly nods appreciating the soft bits of skin he was given access to. His nails dig in her flesh and he buries his face in her neck when she lowers herself onto him.

The feeling of her cunt so warm and tight around him drives him crazy but calms the anxiety that has been raging inside of him for weeks. She chants his name while she rides him, and he realizes that just like him, she’s needed this too.

Violet bounces on him hard, neither of them concerned about how much noise they make. Luckily, the music from the party will drown most of it out anyways. Jolly keeps his hands where he was told to, focusing on leaving as many marks on her neck and chest as he could. He wanted to make sure she walked out of this room and everyone knew who she belonged to.

Jolly feels moisture as he nibbles her jaw and looks up. He notices tears falling down her face and calls out to her. Violet leans her forehead against his, both sticky with sweat. Her face twists as she tries to speak.

“F-feels so g-good, Jolly.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.”

“Cum with me, Käraste. I need it.” He begs.

“Touch me, please, please, pl-“ She repeats as Jolly reaches in between them to give her what she wants. The dominance and submission was gone and all that remained was their need for each other. Their climaxes hit together and it’s almost too much. Jolly falls back against the pillows, bringing Violet with him, thrusting into her chasing their highs.

He rolls them over but doesn’t let go of her. He’s afraid she’ll leave again and never come back. Violet hugs him, almost as if she heard his thoughts and was trying to comfort him. It’s peaceful with her like this. Suddenly, she giggles against his chest, leaning back to face him.

“Does this mean I have to run you a bubble bath and comb your hair this time?”

Jolly shakes with laughter and she joins him.

“I mean, aftercare is important and so is that beautiful hair of yours.”

Jolly laughs some more and kisses her forehead. She smiles up at him and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. Her green eyes reflect the changing colors from the LEDs. He kisses her, holding her so tightly against him he’s afraid he’ll suffocate her but she simply melts into his arms.

When they part she refuses to stop, continuously pecking at his lips. Jolly decides they need to get up before Noah finds them in his bed and she whines but agrees. They get dressed and sneak down the stairs. Jolly grabs them two bottles of water and waves goodbye, hurriedly pulling her outside.

They walk to her car and Jolly leans back against the driver side door, hoping to delay the inevitable. He cracks open the bottle of water and takes a drink, nudging a rock on the ground with his boot. Violet stops a few feet in front of him. He glances at her, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your car?” Jolly responds, even more confused.

“I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive.” Violet says, winking.

Jolly smirks, immediately playing along. He smacks himself in the forehead playfully, rolling his eyes.

“Of course. How silly of me!”

Violet sighs in faux disappointment. “I guess you’re just going to have to take me home.”

Jolly presses his tongue to his cheek and then swipes it behind his lower lip. “Well if I do that I might as well spend the night.”

Violet cocks an eyebrow.

“To take care of you. Ya know. Since you’re such a drunk and all.” He winks at her.

Violet cackles and rolls her eyes. “Just take me home already, Joakim.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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The Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter 2 // PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI,PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

Credits: Lady V for the title image, firefly images for the dividers

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He stalks the stage on all fours, prowling between the mic stands. The lights beat down, blinding, but he finds the cameras with ease. Their lenses track his every move, hungry for the show. My breath comes hard and fast as he pauses to let the crowd roar. Running his tongue over bared teeth, tasting the thrill of the performance. This stage is his territory and these people are prey.

The pounding bass reverberated through my chest as I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, as close to the stage as I could get. I was on a mission - I was going to get one of Chris's roses tonight. The lights flashed, blinding me for a second before the music erupted again. I screamed the lyrics at the top of my lungs, throwing my head back, my ponytail whipping around wildly. I was immersed in the primal energy of the concert, losing myself in the performance. As one song ended I jumped and clapped, adrenaline coursing through me. I was ready for more.

The next song built up and the crowd's roar almost drowned out Chris's voice. But I heard him clearly: "Thank you Denver Colorado. You've been a wonderful fucking audience, as always." I grinned - this is exactly where I wanted to be. The music swelled and Chris declared "We are Motionless in White, and we are, Eternally Yours." I screamed my approval, reaching my hands out, hoping a rose would find its way to me.

As he grabbed a handful of roses, I knew this was it - my chance to get close to him. I watched his every move like a hawk zoning in on its prey, ready to snatch a rose if one flew my way.

He tossed roses left and right, igniting screams from the crowd, but not one came my way. Still, the show wasn't over. I clung to hope as the final notes rang out, my eyes glued to the remaining roses in his hand.

Suddenly, the crowd swarmed around me, pushing and shoving. I crouched down, terrified of being trampled under their feet. Sensing the mayhem, he threw more roses to scatter the frenzied fans. It worked, if only for a moment.

Then, he leaned down, singing into the mic while clutching the security guard’s shoulder. I saw his lips move, pointing in my direction. Could it be? Was the rose truly meant for me?

My heart nearly burst as the guard beckoned me forward, the sea of fans parting before me. I reached out, the red rose just beyond my grasp. The guard had to yell over the roar of the crowd, “This one’s for you!”

In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just me and him, connected by the thornless stem. I had claimed my prize.

"I need you to come with me." I was so confused at first, wondering why he wanted me to follow him backstage. But when he gestured for me to crawl over the barricade, I didn't hesitate - I was going to meet my favorite band! Getting over that huge, wobbly gate was tricky, especially in my concert outfit and heels.

But I made it over and the security guard immediately escorted me through the pumped up crowd, past the stage, and around to the back. I was freaking out inside, knowing I was about to come face-to-face with the band I've adored for years.

There he was - Chris, in all his rockstar glory. He flashed me that crooked smile as he pulled out his in-ears, his lips glistening where my lipstick had been moments before.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and raspy from singing. "Looks like you survived the madness out there."

I giggled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, your fans are wild tonight."

He stepped closer. I could smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating from his body. My knees went weak. This was really happening. Me and my rockstar crush, alone backstage. I had dreamed of this moment, but never thought it would come true.

His soft brown eyes met mine from under the brim of his ballcap. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Eve," I managed to respond, my voice barely above a whisper. Before I could say more, the rest of the band came pouring into the green room. Ricky was the only one who noticed me, flashing that heart-stopping smile as he pointed at my faded Nightmare Before Christmas tee. "I love your shirt!" he said enthusiastically. I looked down, having totally forgotten what I was wearing. My MIW shirt was buried in the laundry, but somehow this old ragged tee had caught his eye. I grinned back at him, basking in the glow of this backstage moment.

I could feel my cheeks flush as I stammered out a thank you. Get it together, girl! I scolded myself, trying to play it cool. But his grin made me weak in the knees. Don't freak out, just breathe.

"It's a great movie," he said, those dazzling eyes locked on mine. I melted under his gaze, my blush deepening. Oh my god, was this really happening? I had to bite my lip to keep from squealing like a fan girl.

Somehow I managed to ask for a picture, my voice barely above a whisper. When he nodded, I thought my heart would burst. I fumbled for my phone with trembling hands and leaned in close, his warmth and scent overwhelming me.

My nerves were still on edge when he took my phone from my hands, those tattooed fingers sending sparks across my skin. I tried to play it cool, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around me. But that smile - I couldn't hide how giddy I was, practically shaking with excitement.

"Alright, now Myspace pose," he said, popping out a hip. I did the same, throwing up a peace sign as we puckered our lips. Goofy as it was, it helped me relax. This was really happening.

"I love that," he said, hitting share and typing something on my phone. I couldn't believe it when I realized - he was putting his number in, sending the selfie to himself. My heart raced thinking about what might come next.

"One for the books for sure," he said with that million dollar smile.

After he sent the pic, I managed to stammer out a thank you. I started to head for the exit, but he stopped me. "Local?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Don't leave, don't leave, I pleaded with myself.

"Hungry?" he asked next. I nodded again, unable to form words. He tossed his ear monitors to his tech and adjusted his hat, checking for his wallet and phone. "We'll take your car then. See you guys back at the hotel," he said to his bandmates.

I was screaming on the inside. Chris wanted to go out, just the two of us! I tried to play it cool as we walked to my car, but inside I was freaking out. This was really happening!

When his hand touched the small of my back, my skin tingled. I could feel the heat of his palm through my dress as he guided me towards the exit. My heart pounded as we slipped out the stage door together.

I took the lead, striding towards the parking lot, hyperaware of his presence behind me. I wanted to glance back, to drink in the sight of him, but I kept my eyes forward.

"You sure you can do this?" my voice playful, teasing. "The fans might see you."

I risked a peek. He'd tugged his ballcap low, but I could still make out his grin.

"Maybe they won't notice," he said lightly, fluttering his lashes.

I chuckled. "You're what, 6 feet tall? In designer clothes? Pretty sure that's obvious."

He drew himself up to full height, exaggerating his stature. "6 foot 2, I'll have you know."

My eyes roamed over him appreciatively. "That doesn't exactly make your argument better."

My heart raced as we dashed across the parking lot, dodging fans left and right. I glanced back at Chris and flashed him a playful smirk. "Try to keep up!" I teased. He stayed right on my heels as we weaved between cars, his sneakers squeaking on the pavement. We slid into my sedan just as a pack of fans rounded the corner. Chris dove into the passenger seat and I hit the locks before his door even shut. Tires screeching, I peeled out of the space, fumbling to click my seatbelt as we sped away. Chris was breathless beside me, shaking his head and laughing. "Nice moves back there," he said with an admiring grin. I winked and cranked up the radio, the post-show adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

As Chris and I drove down the empty street, I couldn't help but tease, "You survived our little adventure back there."

"Looks like it," he laughed, sitting up in the passenger seat. Even with the seat all the way back, his legs barely reached the edge. "Short people problems," he joked with an adorable grin.

I bit my lip. Having this handsome Avatar sitting next to me was admittedly distracting. "Sorry, I'm just not used to such captivating company in my front seat."

He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, so now you're poking fun at my height?"

"I would never," I replied, making another random turn just to spend more time together. "I was simply making an observation." I glanced over at him flirtatiously. "So, you mentioned something about food earlier. What exactly should I get for you?"

He grabbed his cap and tossed it aside, letting his freshly bleached blonde fade show running a hand through his hair. When I turned to look at him, he flashed a smirk.

"I asked if you were hungry," he said slowly. "I never said it had to involve food."

I nearly slammed on the brakes right there on that busy street.

I stuttered and stumbled over my words, trying to confirm what Chris was implying. I couldn't believe a rockstar like him was asking me, a random fan plucked from the crowd, to hook up after the show. A part of me was flattered, but I didn't want to seem too eager.

"I'm not usually so forward," he said with a flirtatious grin, "but I couldn't take my eyes off you tonight."

I blushed, unsure how to respond. This was all happening so fast. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. Chris was gorgeous, talented, and now he was focused entirely on me.

"The hotel's just a few blocks away," he added suggestively. "What do you say we get out of here?"

My heart raced as I considered his offer. Throwing caution to the wind had never been my style, but maybe it was time to be bold. I smiled coyly and said, "Tell me where to turn."

Chris POV

I couldn't get her to the hotel fast enough. Every red light was torture, knowing I could have her in my arms so soon. But she didn't protest or try to leave. The valet took her car and I whisked her upstairs, this tempting stranger I'd been fantasizing about all night.

We barely spoke in the elevator. I couldn't resist any longer - my hands were on her in an instant, shoving her against the wall. I'm rougher than she expected but I know she likes it from the way she gasps and melts into me. I grab her thighs and lift her up, pinning her between me and the elevator wall. Our lips crash together and she kisses me back feverishly, matching my hunger. It's almost midnight so the hotel is quiet. I carry her all the way to my door before setting her down just long enough to get it open.

I pushed her into the room, slamming the door behind us. The space between us evaporated as I took her face in my hands, bringing her lips to mine again. Without the wall to support her, she had to rise up on her toes to reach me. My height advantage meant she was at my mercy, and I liked it that way.

Cherries and fresh water - that's what she tasted like. I wanted more.

She took the lead, licking my lips between hungry kisses. A groan rumbled up from deep inside me as I opened my mouth wider, letting her explore every inch with her tongue. Her taste intoxicated me, leaving me craving another hit.

She pulled back, gasping for air, my flavor lingering on her tongue. I watched her swallow hard, savoring the taste of me. The chase was over. I had her now.

I saw the hunger in her eyes as she breathed, "How long till your band mates get here?" But I just grinned slowly, letting my gaze travel down her body.

"It's my room, baby. Just you and me. I've got all night to take my time with you."

I could tell she was nervous, even as her body ached for me. What can I say? I'm a rock star - I could have anyone. But tonight, I want her.

As if reading my thoughts, she tensed. I smirked, lifting her easily and carrying her to the couch. She gasped, arms circling my neck instinctively. I sat down, settling her in my lap as I gazed into her eyes.

"Relax, beautiful. We've got all night, and I plan on enjoying every minute."

It was a strange question to be asked at this moment. Her hesitation is driving me wild. I need this woman now. "Forget everything else and just feel this moment between us," I say firmly, staring into her eyes. A spark of understanding flashes across her face and she nods, realizing this primal encounter is inevitable.

I watch hungrily as she kicks off her shoes. My pulse pounds as I rip off my gloves and hoodie, baring my muscular, tattooed chest to her hungry gaze. She gasps at the sight of me, desire burning in her eyes. "So sexy," she murmured under her breath. Gripping her waist, I crush my mouth against hers in a searing kiss. She melts against me with a moan and I know she is mine.

Eve reached forward running her fingers over the inked skin, seeing it up close for the first time.

“So, much sexier in person.” Had she really said that out loud?

His chest rumbled under her hands with his laughter, and she looked up to lock eyes with him. Even though his eyes were soft brown she couldn’t help but see the lust behind them. In that moment she forgot all her insecurities, all her doubts, leaning forward to take his lips in a kiss again, both her hands holding the sides of his face.

Her body was like a drug and I couldn't get enough. My hands roamed hungrily over every inch of her - thighs, ass, back - tearing off her shirt in my impatience to feel her skin on mine. A throaty "fuck" escaped my lips at the sight of her in that bra. It didn't matter that it didn't match her panties; all I could think about was ripping it off and taking her right then and there.

She smiled coyly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. Taking my face in her hands, she kissed me deeply, nibbling on my bottom lip. I tangled my hands in her hair, our tongues dancing as I pressed her into the couch. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed her throat, pinning her down. She gasped, surprise mixing with desire in her eyes.

"I wanted to be gentle, but you're making it very difficult, little one." My grip on her throat tightened for a moment, just enough to remind her who was in control. She swallowed hard, fear and arousal spreading through her body. I could tell she was soaked already. This kitten didn't know what she was in for, but she was about to find out.

I felt her tremble beneath me as I growled my demand, giving her a choice between the cramped couch or the spacious bed just steps away. Though the couch barely contained her petite frame, I knew it would be a tight fit for my towering physique. Still, I longed to take her here and now, no matter how confined our movements might be.

Leaning in, I brought my lips to her ear and squeezed her throat just enough to make her gasp. "Tell me what you want, my sweet girl," I commanded, reveling in her whimper of submission.

"Bed," she breathed, her thighs clenching with desire. I released her neck and pulled her to stand, leading her to the expansive hotel bed. Our hands intertwined as I hurriedly shed my pants, eager to feel her soft skin on mine.

I gripped her chin in my hand, my thumb and forefinger tilting her face up to meet my eyes. My pants had already dropped to the floor as I warned her of what was to come.

"I'm going to break you," I growled, relishing the tremble of anticipation that ran through her body. "I'll stop if I see blood or tears, but don't expect any safe words here. If you want me to stop, just say so."

My heart pounded with exhilaration as I drank in the sight of her submission. I could already feel the heat building between us and I knew this was going to be wild. Gripping her chin tighter, I forced her gaze back to mine when it started to stray.

"Eyes on me," I commanded. "I want you completely consumed by passion. By me."

“Take them off.” Her eyes were locked on mine as her trembling hands moved to the button of her jeans. I held her gaze, relishing the heat that rose in her cheeks. She fumbled with the zipper, the rasp of it seeming loud in the charged air between us. I thrilled at the shy peek of lace underwear as she shimmied the denim down, letting it pool at her feet.

"Step out," I commanded, my voice low and rough.

She obeyed, kicking the pooled jeans and her socks away. Clad only in her bra above the waist, she was a vision. I let my gaze travel slowly down her body, watching as her skin prickled under my scrutiny.

"Beautiful," I murmured, reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. She shivered at my touch, eyes darkening with desire. I intended to make her shudder and gasp my name before this was through.

I gripped her hair tightly in my fist, smiling as she whimpered. "Down," I commanded. She obeyed instantly, kneeling before me, eyes darting between my hard length and my dark, penetrating gaze. I could see the desire burning in her as she leaned forward eagerly, licking and sucking me like a starving woman. A low groan escaped my lips as her tongue swirled around my sensitive tip. She knew just how to please me, taking me deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth. I lost myself in the intense pleasure, savoring her submission and skill. Gripping her hair, I guided her movements, reveling in the control. She worshipped me with her mouth and I rewarded her with murmurs of approval through gritted teeth.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her in place as I lost myself in ecstasy. Our bodies moved as one, her mouth hot and eager around me. She relaxed her throat, taking me deeper as I quickened my pace. Her eyes watered and spit dripped down her chin, but her muffled moans urged me on.

I was rough, primal, claiming her mouth again and again. She was mine in this moment. I slowed my urgent rhythm and withdrew, admiring the beauty of her ravaged lips. I cupped her face, gazing into her eyes. "You're crying, do I need to stop?" She shook her head, eyes dark with lust. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips.

“No sir.” She corrected and his expression softened.

“On the bed.”

I could feel the anticipation burning through my veins as she crawled onto the bed at my command. She positioned herself halfway towards me, unsure of how I wanted her. But when I moved over her and she fell back against the mattress, she had her answer.

I was already prepared, having ripped open the condom as she made her way up the bed. I rolled it onto my throbbing length, pumping myself a few times as I watched her. Grabbing her leg, I pushed it up towards her chest, opening her to me. I dragged myself over her slick heat a few times, our eyes locked together, waiting for her consent.

"Please," she breathed, and I drove into her with a powerful thrust, stretching her walls around me. She cried out at the sudden fullness, but I gave her no time to adjust. I set a relentless pace, taking her hard and fast. Her pained cries soon shifted to moans of ecstasy as she gripped the sheets.

We moved together wordlessly, our voices mingling in grunts and gasps, the sound of flesh striking flesh. I could feel her tightening around me, and with a few more desperate snaps of my hips, she was coming undone. I increased my tempo, chasing the peak.

"Oh god...I'm gonna cum," I groaned, barely able to form the words through my pleasure. "Fuck...yes...that's it, I'm gonna cum." My rhythm faltered as my orgasm crashed over me, my body shaking with the intensity. Seeing and hearing my unraveling pushed her over the edge again, her inner walls pulsing around me as she cried out her own release.

I rode out the waves of euphoria, panting heavily in the aftermath. She was panting and whimpering beneath me.

I gently released my grip on her thigh, shushing her softly. "Easy, my beautiful creature," I murmured, my voice low and heated. I stroked her leg tenderly, wanting her to feel cared for in the aftermath of our passion. She trembled beneath my touch, sensitive and spent.

I pulled myself out of her and she let out a soft hiss as I left her empty and aching. I quickly pulled my pants back on as she curled up, suddenly shy, trying to cover her flushed body with her arms.

I looked at her, a pang of concern hitting me. I moved slowly, not wanting to startle her. Gently, I grasped her wrists and moved her arms away, nudging her legs open so she wasn't all balled up underneath herself.

"You okay, baby? Did I go too hard?" I asked gruffly, my voice still heated.

She didn't answer right away. I could tell she was still coming down, overwhelmed by the intensity of what we'd just done. But I needed to be sure I hadn't crossed a line. I gently cupped her chin, guiding her to meet my gaze.

"Talk to me. Was that too much?" I asked, my tone firm but laced with care. She finally shook her head, a blissful smile spreading across her face. I grinned in response, relieved, and pulled her against my chest.

"That's my girl," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as I held her.

I watched her wince as she slid off the bed, my rough passion having left her sore. A pang of guilt pierced me. I may have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment.

As she gathered her clothes, I made a silent vow - next time would be different. I'd start slow, savoring her body inch by inch. I'd bring her to the edge again and again, until she was begging me to take her. And afterward, I would hold her close, caressing her velvet skin, whispering how beautiful she was.

"Leaving already?" I ask, tracing a finger along her arm.

She shivers at my touch. "Don't worry, I'll see you next time," she purrs, a sly smile spreading across those luscious lips.

I grin. "Next time?"

She leans in close, her breath hot on my ear. "Well, you have my number. I'll leave that to you."

Before I can react, she presses against me, planting a soft kiss that lingers. As she pulls away, I grab her waist, but she slips from my grasp and saunters to the door.

I watch her go, knowing she won't be able to resist my charms for long. Our time together tonight was only the beginning. I'll be calling her again soon. And next time, I won't let her sneak away so easily.

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infranthrax · 1 month

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SFW Portion

» idia shroud

so he heard from the grapevine that you wanna play d&d and he squealed. listen, your chaotic, creative energy literally makes him feel like he’s not the only crazy one. you both would get along so well that yall would be inseparable practically. he’s the type of bro to take your ocs and put them in the sims for you.

the fact that you are also willing to get buck so easily, you make for one of those bodyguards with scary dog privileges and he breathes that man, like woah. he appreciates you. he would definitely teach you how to play d&d, lol, wow, all those games, and he would definitely throw out a nat 20 roll if he could to try and go simp mode, because let’s be honest, he does simp. and when this poor soul simps, he simps hard. take a metal pipe and drop it on him, that’s basically the equivalent of how he feels. regardless his shy little ass would rather just not act up on it because he doesn’t wanna look weirder than he already is.

how you lot would hang would be so niche… like a totally individualist kinda vibe, like it’s yalls’ energies, just mingling with each other. parallel activities are very much appreciated to him, like if you’re reading a book while he’s gaming, that’s a good deal to him. he also doesn’t do well in terms of executive dysfunction, as per his younger brother. if you actually remind him that he has to take care of things, because let’s face it, this blue blur gets caught up in his games for the most part that he sometimes forgets what time it is, he’ll appreciate you even more, in his stuttering red face way of course.

but there have been times where he would have to try and shakily pull your reins back. one time you saw a wasp in his room, and then he heard and saw it while he was in the middle of a quick match, and oh lord, he lost his shit. in response you decided to take the nearest object, which was one of his microphones, and tried to throw it at the wasp. you didn’t succeed at this however because he caught wind of you trying to kill it with his mic, and he held you and started yelling, “yo bestie! fuckin chill out that’s a murder hornet!” you still ended up killing the hornet anyway for him. bro was rizzed.

you lot eventually get closer and when white day hits he decides to be mr smooth guy and tried to (very nervously,) invite you over to his dorm for a movie. of course he picked an anime movie and you lot would end up having sort of an cheesy moment where he would kinda confess to you after the movie ended, all bashful and shit. it would be such a cute little set of banter. At first,he would be just as equally nervous around you in a relationship as he was before when he was crushing hard for you. holding hands in public? that’s a post marital act, how dare you manhandle this poor man with your sinful actions?! idia is definitely more of an introverted closed off person, therefore PDA is a no go for him as he thinks it’s embarrassing. behind closed doors though, thats a different story. idia is a massive cuddlebug and likes to have you sit in his lap as he games out. your relationship with idia is none but wholesome, especially when others find out. he would get teased for finally having a partner, more so with other students of ignihyde, which he jokes to you about as you’re really the only person he can talk comfortably to besides his younger brother and those he games with. you both share a very close bond with one another– one that is damn near bedrock solid. its cute, really.

NSFW SECTION

»trey clover

now, i was actually debating on lilia and silver as well. but i was like… hm. trey definitely looks like a good choice here. if you didn’t go for the other three, being idia, or maybe lilia or silver, trey would have been who you went for. trey has the reins needed to pull you back as he’s more relaxed and level headed, and this in turn goes well with your… bratty tendencies… we all know trey dislikes conflict.

you’re the chaotic cat to his gentle big dog, basically. and oh, what a pairing this is.

i feel like trey would be the guy to insert a gentle sense of control— a soft dominant. with the air of a saint bernard, he’s careful with you with his words, his tone, his touches… but on the surface, that’s all he lets you know. key words being, on the surface.

you like ropes. and he likes control. with careful discussion beforehand, he’ll happily tie you down. hes not really into intricacies such as shibari or anything the like, as it’s too complex and busy for him, but it does look pretty. he’ll try shibari maybe a few times with you, but at the end of the day, trey definitely is a sucker for the simpler things. tying your hands behind your back, along with your forearms. handcuffs? maybe. if he’s too impatient for the ropes. they’re the fluffy ones though— he cares about your comfort.

if you wanna take the reins sometime, he’ll gladly let you… for a bit. have your luck with him— his name is clover after all. riding him slowly and tenderly, i get the feeling that trey is more so into intimate and slow love making than the rough act of sex, admiring the romantic aspect of it all. besides the rigging, if you want to introduce more kinks to the bedroom, he isn’t gonna oppose. he’ll try anything at least once, just for you.

he gets to know the mommy/daddy kink well but doesn’t go overboard with the whole idea of the kink where it goes into age play territory. trey gets off to it mainly for the moniker and strictly the moniker at first. eventually though he starts to explore the idea of being more of a caring dominant in conjunction with the daddy moniker, and shit… he’s figured out that he gets off to that so hard it hurts.

its a weekend and you’re out with the other heartslabyul students studying out or whatever, and you come back to trey’s part of the dorms to hear heavy breathing coming from trey’s bedroom. of course, your chaotic cat kicks in and you quietly open his door to see him masturbating to something on his computer. he was probably watching porn to learn more about how to please you better based off of the things you’ve already told him. the way he slowly stroked up and down his shaft, combined with the gentle squeezing he would have… it was enough to have your eyes glued to him. and the moment he saw you touching yourself to him, that’s when he would break. two things that could happen. he could hide it and he could grow heavily embarrassed, or he could break and discipline you for being a “peeping tom.” your voyeurism has gotten you your fair share of punishments from trey. and usually when he does punish you it’s filled with orgasm denial and the inability to touch until you’re crying and begging. (no. you have to be sincere. any mockery here is only gonna make it worse.)

aftercare with trey is fucking godly. he cares for your wellbeing after all and will coddle you, especially after a rough session. he’s the type of dude to go get you a light snack and some cranberry juice and cuddle you to sleep, praising you all the way down until you snooze. he’s attentive, and if you have any problems, he stops immediately without question. after all, even the most chaotic of souls also need care as well.

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bumblebeansoup · 2 years

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Waspy little man :) @black-and-yellow made a wasp Mic you need to go look at him thanks <3

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riallasheng · 1 year

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Small fun art thing

When characters have uniforms for a series, I often make just one or two ‘base’ image files of an average body type in the uniform, then change the faces / hands to show a large number of characters.

In these examples... I’ve made:

Spectrum Captain Uniforms (male and female), which combines the elements I like the best from the OG and nCS. I also include an earpiece that is attached to the helmet to replace the audio coming from the shoulder pieces (which I always disliked, as it meant people around the person could listen in on BOTH sides of the conversation.

Spectrum Non-Captain Color Officer Uniforms (male and female), as I wanted a distinct difference between the Captains and Non-Captains.

Angel Uniforms (female, male almost complete). Changed to be closer to a real flight suit, although they’ve got boots from the original series, and a firearm as almost all the Angels do double duty as spies so I wanted them armed. It can’t be seen in the images, but the Angels have a low-viscosity liquid G-suit (as those are superior in every way to airpressure Gsuits)

Medical Spectrum Uniforms are currently in the works. Probably gonna pull on Doctor Gold for the most part

WASP Officer Uniforms (male and female), which are VERY different from the canon uniforms (actually are basically the Power Rangers SPD uniforms as I really loved those, AND it has a lot of the elments of Naval uniforms, the slight bellbottom of the pants, the uniforms allow a good range of flexability and action (as the actors needed to ‘fight’ and run and jump about in the SPD show)

WASP Enlisted Uniforms (male and female). Basically just color variation of the Officer Uniforms. You need to be able to tell at a glance if someone is an Officer or Enlisted, but the cut of the uniform works for both, thus it’s just palette swapped and has a different hat

Pics below the cut!

COLOR CAPTAINS

Colonel White (commander of Spectrum, so while he wears the ‘Captain’ Uniform, his belt is white, and the metal on his uniform is gold instead of silver)

Captain Black (who is SiC / XO of Spectrum, so like Col White he has a white belt and the metal on his uniform is gold instead of silver

Captain Scarlet (perfect example of a male Color Captain uniform. Belt is black, and the metal on his uniform is silver)

Captain Turquoise, a VERY old OC made by myself and one of my best friends, Mbali, used her to show the female Color Captain uniform. Like with the male Captains, the belt is black and the metal is silver.

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NON-CAPTAIN COLOR OFFICER SPECTRUM UNIFORM

Lieutenant Green (the center section of the chest-armor is darker like the side sections, the belt is gray, the metal of the uniform is silver, there is no side-arm or cap as part of the uniform, the earpiece has a small mic boom as part of it, and he’s wearing the OG series boots instead of the armored boots worn by the Captains

Lieutenant Sage who is the nCS Lt Green (I basically have nCS as the ‘later seasons’ of the OG series...look, I made it work, check out my Captain Scarlet timelines XD ) ... The reason she looks totally different is that the VA of nGreen sounds IDENTICAL to Mbali, who is a HUGE CS fan (og and new) an Mbali has vitiligo so over the years while she and I were writing fics about CS, we had it where nGreen had vitiligo like Mbali did. I couldn’t get it to work right on the canon nGreen, so I found a RL woman with vitiligo who’s facial structure was fairly similar to nGreen ^^;; btw, Sage is Green’s younger sister, and second eldest of the Griffiths kids.

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ANGELS

Destiny Angel used as the example of the Angels here. The Angel uniform was changed to a flight suit, keeping the white with gold, black, and red ‘highlights’, and the boots of the OG series, and using the honestly REALLY awesome helmets of nCS. Gloves are worn as pilots often wear gloves to protect their hands from temprature changes, improve grip, etc. Can’t be seen here, but the g-suit worn under the flightsuit looks very simular to the nCS gSuits, as - far as I can tell - those are liquid pressure gSuits ALREADY

Still working on the male Angels uniforms (there aren’t gonna be MANY of them, but I figured if there can be female Captains and other Color Oficers, then there could be male Angels. ^^

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WASP Officers

I also changed the WASP Badge as I was never really happy with the wasp image, and I didn’t like the colors being Stingray’s colors rather than the colors that are usually associated with WASP (silver and scarlet, with gold highlights and some blue and black)

Atlanta Shore showcasing the female Officer Uniform (who I bumped up in rank to Captain (of-5) as she pretty CONSISTENTLY treated as the XO/SiC by the show, and referred to as the XO in one of the novels if I recall correctly… much higher than the of-2 of a navy Lieutenant would give. Plus, she’s been seen giving Troy - a captain himself - orders in the show (and comic & novels), and even if we went with the incorrect army rankings, an army Lewy (of-1) is still lower than an army Captain (of-2).

The puppet head just did NOT look right on a normal human body, so I hunted around until I found an actor who had the same facial structure as Atlanta, then gave Atlanta her auburn bob, skin color, eye color, etc

Seymour Griffiths (aka Lt Green) showcasing the male Officer Uniform. We’re never told Green’s rank when he was in WASP, so I decided to make him a Lieutenant Commander (OF-4)

WASP ENLISTED

Iain Holden (nGrey is SO similar to ogGrey than when I merged nCS and ogCS, Grey was one of the characters that, like Scarlet and White, were merged instead of being a new character) Holden is a Master Chief for a few reasons. SOME of his bios referred to him as an enlisted man rather than an officer, my Dad was a Master Chief, "Officers run the Chiefs, but the Chiefs run the Navy", and I’m a huge Halo fan and Master Chief is a badass stoic like Holden so it seemed fitting XD

and quick image of Holden as Captain Grey (yes, I adore the idea that Holden now outranks Griffiths XD )

#Anderverse #Gerry Anderson #Captain Scarlet #Stingray #Fanart #Uniforms #Spectrum #WASP

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I know this is playing with fire but I like Bumbleby but I accept that people like Black Sun more. Im glad to let people ship what they want mostly (we don't people who ship characters with thier parnets seriously in the eyes) but sometimes when people talk about how Black Sun should have happen it sounds like they think Sun in entitled to Blake because of everything he did and it makes me uncomfortable. Is that weird? Am I being a toxic wasp?

HOW DARE Y- Nah, you're fine. But I can see where you're coming from when people say "Black Sun should have happened" and I can agree with what they mean. Although, I can also see the whole 'Sun being entitled to Blake' thing as a real thing happening and it being the wrong way to go about the situation.

The thing about Black Sun being canon was the simple fact that, for a time, that's where it looked like the series was going. Sun has been nothing but helpful to Blake since his introduction, she felt mutual feelings of interest in Sun during Volume 3, and they even got the whole "Dad doesn't like you but Mom does" trope in Volume 5 that kinda made the whole thing cute, not to mention all the things he does to help Blake in Volume 5.

Now, I'd say you would be a toxic wasp if you were skulking around to Black Sun posts, posting things like "BMBLB IS BETTER" or "THIS IS CRINGE BECAUSE IT'S NOT CANON" or things like that just to harass people into shipping what you yourself are shipping.

If you believe that Sun was entitled to Blake for some vapid and translucent reason, then yeah, I'd say you should be uncomfortable. However, I believe that Black Sun should have happened because that's what canon was telling me was happening. And while we're on the subject of canon, you know how the novels had Sun getting backlash for ditching his team? You know who didn't get ANY backlash for ditching her team? Not even from her partner, who was the most devastated by her absence? Blake. If we're throwing shade, don't forget to toss it on the literal shadow of RWBY. Mic drop, mid-air catch, reminder that you're free to think and do as you like so long as you aren't hurting anyone. Unplug mic, stow for later.

And don't forget to keep up the good work!

#rwby #my thoughts #my critiques #my answer #my answers #black sun #bmblb #blake belladonna #sun wukong

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black-and-yellow · 1 year

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Sweet Bod

#this ones for you waspmic enjoyers #big elegant man #he's learning to fly #(he's not very good at it though)#midnight cheers him on #she thinks the wings are cool #maybe shes a bit jealous but shell never say #you cant stop me making the creepy crawly au a micnight au too #watcha gonna do about it if i make them hold hands hmm #bnha #hizashi yamada #present mic #mha #creepy crawly au #wasp!mic

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The Foxes As Dumbass Shit I’ve Pulled

Allison: Accidentally pepper-sprayed herself on two separate occasions within the same week.

Aaron: Quadruple-booked himself, ended up canceling two things, sleeping through one, and lying to get out of the other.

Neil: Was so pissed at a coworker he got distracted whilst driving, ran a red light, clipped the headlight off one car, the taillight off another, and rammed directly into the electrical pole in front of a taco bell at two in the morning.

Matt: Wore open-toed shoes on campus, stepped on a wasp, and got stung for the fifth time in as many months. Spent the rest of the day being a giant baby about it.

Renee: Broke a condom by trying to pull it over a mic-pack (plenty of theaters use them to keep sweat off of the equipment), turned, looked her high school stage manager directly in the eye and said, “Well, it’s a good thing I’m a lesbian.”

Andrew: Did better on his test than the person sitting next to him, who then proceeded to say, “Damn, must feel good to have gotten an eighty,” to which Andrew replied, “You wouldn’t know.”

Nicky: Deliberately antagonized his homophobic grandmother by showing her Brooklyn 99.

Dan: Forced to sit in her broken-down car on the side of the road whilst her high school ex-girlfriend, now best friend/roommate, absolutely annihilated a whole rotisserie chicken in the passenger seat with her bare hands.

Kevin: Broke up with someone, high-fived them immediately afterward.

#all of these are 100% true #no one was harmed in the car crash btw #i learned my lesson and now pay extra good attention on the road #aftg #all for the game #all for the game hc #aftg shitpost #tfc #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #andreil #the foxhole court #palmetto state foxes

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In Titan's Shadow.

Story update! chapter two. rest of the chapter under read more.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50753461/chapters/131252695

The first explosion was deafening. It rocked the ship, violently knocking the crew sideways and into one another. It also knocked the power of the ship off, stalling their fish and sending them into a free fall toward the ocean bed. The second threw Marina off her feet completely. With a wordless cry she hit the deck, taking the fellas down with her.

“Direct hit!” Troy cried. No… Cheered. Troy cheered. Even as the ship sank.

“Good shooting!” Phones Whooped and scrambled up to get a hold of the controls.

Direct hit? But they didn't die? Aren't we sinking?

Power surged through panels and lights, as Phones fired the ship back up, still on his knees. Troy just as quickly leapt to levers and yawned them out the dive.

“Yeah! Nice shot, commander!” He shouted into the mic. “But by golly. You sure left it late!”

“Talk about cutting it close, father.” Lieutenant Shore agreed.

Atlanta? Oh. Of course, the radio. She is radioing from the tower. But what did Troy mean, The commander?

Had she heard that right? Marina lay there Winded and Sprawled out on the floor looking up at the curved panels and dim dim lights. Was she dreaming? A dream in a dream? Was she dead?

But judging by the ache in her shoulder Marina was sure she was alive and awake. With a bit more effort Marina sat up. Just as the most marvellous Stingray swung about past the fish eyed portholes. And Commander Shore's voice indeed crackled over the radio in response.

“You weren't worried I wouldn't show up were you, Troy?”

“Well sir I must confess I was beginning to wonder-!” Troy laughed. Marina laughed too despite herself. Despite everything.

“Great craft Stingray. Up-!” The commander started. But something interrupted his musing. “Oh no you don’t!”

That ‘Something’ being a Titan Terror fish. Marina watched stunned from her place on the floor. And got a front row seat as, just as it opened its mouth to fire on them, a second terror fish took a sting missile to the face instead.

“Another down. Anyway, it's good to be back at the controls!”

“Stingray- I mean, Mechanical fish, you’ve another coming up underneath you from your starboard side!” Atlanta warned. Troy steered their fish one way as Stingray went the other. “Looks as though it’s trying to get between you and- Oh.”

Said terror fish was suddenly rammed off course. Up and up between them it went before spiralling out of control. It didn't explode, but it was sure struck with one squid of a hit.

“Never mind. Cancel report.” Atlanta radioed in.

“That's one to Swordfish, I guess.” Troy said with an impressed whistle, trying to level the controls. “Not that it's a competition. Or anyone’s keeping scores.”

“Looks like both are going back for a second hit.” Phones warned.

“Green ten,” Troy agreed, and together they steered out of range as the enemy fish swung back toward them again. But it was taken out by-

“Another stingray??” Marina frowned. She tried to clamber up on wobbling legs to see better. Troy noticed and helped her to her feet, hauling her up one handed.

No. It wasn’t another Stingray. But a second very similar look craft certainly. One that rolled over and like a dolphin in the water. The not-Stingray struck the enemy fish again, glancing blows off its middle, just like it had before.

And a third ship appeared. It out manoeuvred the first to join in chasing off the terror fish. Then dove down turning along the seabed.

Both bore the sleek silhouettes the WASP vehicles favoured. But they were odd shaped. Sort of but not quite Stingray shaped. The first, (the one that had just taken out the terror fish), was too small but bulky at the front. The spinning propulsion on its back was split into two smaller units and it was missing the bright yellow along the hull, sporting a pale green instead.

The other was thin, with no cabin or aqua-sprites Marina could see. It was also painted with zig zag markings rather than clean smooth lines. What she could see were strange wires and ariel on its prow. And how it was nipping around the other submarines with ease.

The fourth ship that came out of the darkness was huge. What it lacked in speed and agility it made up for with sheer size and force. Even at this distance, Marina couldn't see both ends of the submarine. As tall as Stingray was long, it punched its way through Titan's shoal, scattering them like a whale through sardines. The slogan DILL1GAF19-64 sailed past their windows in stark white against the grey hull, with No portholes or windows of its own. One terror fish, unable to swerve in time, went crashing into the side of it. The fish crumpled, concertinaed on itself. But barely making a scratch on the 19-64. The sub didn't even alter course. It carried on, straight and solid. Even blockading them, the stingray crew, off from being in direct view of Titan's forces, bullying the Terror fish into splitting up.

Some advanced. Only to end in one (or two) on one fights with the terranean craft. Some scattered with Stingray chasing them off.

It was so chaotic. Terror fish swam left and right, some aquaphibians swimming free from their struck vessels on the seabed. Silt rose up like smoke debris and creatures scattered.

Marina could imagine the King bellowing orders and insults at his craft. And the bubbling of the aquaphibians.

“The commander’s taken the point.” Troy said. The diving mask was still hanging bout his neck. “Let's beat it out of here?”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Phones agreed.

One terror fish tried to disagree. And took a blow to the side just as Troy radioed Stingray. And the commander Ordered to sail towards a set position.

"And then from there head for base." He spoke. "Guess Titan won't try that again."

Marina flinched.

"P w or. All the same he nearly pulled it off huh?" Troy agreed. Then said again to Marina. “Hey, ease up on the grip there.”

Marina blinked. She hadn't realised she'd taken his arm again. His and Phones'. Only Phones didn't comment.

"We're okay. Look, see? We've got help. The commander’s come to our aid." Troy said and pointed out the port hole trying to be reassuring. Their own better ship was circling the Wasp's fish. Keeping them safe as they plodded on. "Stingray! You know she got the drop on titan every time, Marina.”

(She flinched again. At his name. She couldn’t help it.)

“And look, she brought some friends along."

Troy was right though. They were protected. The four Alien human vessels Surrounded them on all sides. Marina watched them swim round and around, as if their little broken terror fish were the centre of some sort of whirlpool phenomenon.

"Told you we'd bring her home." Troy said over her head.

"Didn't doubt you for a minute." Phones replied warmly. Then added, with a chuckle, " …a few seconds sure, especially back there.”

Marina hesitated then nodded slowly in agreement. And a smile small, scared as it felt cracked her lips.

“That there's one of the Swordfish, from pen five. With the green and blue. Can only a little deeper I reckon? She'll be at her max gauge about now.” Phones told her. “Heck of a speed on her though. Third fastest in the fleet.”

What about that one? Marina asked, pointing.

“That one? That's an E seven two. But it's nicknamed Catfish ‘cos them barbs. She's like an early version of Stingray, but you know, not as pretty as our ship.” Phones explained.

As he spoke, E Severn Two demonstrated its prowess: hunting and chasing down a Terror Fish that had ducked trying to get in front of them. It's manoeuvre in the yawning was almost eel-like. Marina wondered if like a catfish, those bards helped navigate its surroundings.

“See? She's more nimble than us sure.” Troy agreed.

“Well, more nimble the Stingray. I think even my old toaster moves better than us right now!” Phones put in.

“True. But the Catfish isn’t great in open water much. Good for seabed patrols.” Troy continued. “It’s not normally used to seeing this type of action either. The science guys tend to use her for getting samples and monitoring sea life. But the WASP must be equipped for anything. And get these dang over headlights working would yeh Phones? I can barely see anything in here.”

“That ugly big thing's not one of ours though. It's automatic.” Phones said.

“Not even remote controlled.” Troy made a face. “Half ambulance, half warship. Based on a hundred-year-old design of a U-boat that the British base of the world navy had in archives. Rehauled then filled with computers and missiles.”

Perhaps hearing itself being insulted, the 19-64 fired two loud blooming warning shots. One terror fish was flipped and sent spinning with the force. Troy remained unimpressed. “Blasts its way in, blasts its way out. The old man pulled some strings. You know, seeing as the navy STILL owed us one!”

Marina nodded, not really taking it in as interesting as it was. Another Terror fish had slid behind them, sharklike and ready to attack; Only to be cut down by Stingray before she could even let Phones and Troy know about the danger. How did the commander and their new friends know which fish was which? Was there something in place to make sure they were not struck by friendly fire or by accident? Or was the commander relying solely on Troy’s handling of a machine to steer them clear of such things?

Marina still didn't feel safe yet. Rescued, yes but not safe. Not while Troy and Phones were still in danger. In danger of being crushed by the mighty ocean. Of drowning. Of being hit. They still could be. If one terror fish broke from the pack the odds. Or a stray missile hit them.

They almost died.

They could have died in the shoot-out. Caught in crossfire.

Troy and Phones could have Been caught breaking into the city to find her. And then died at Titan's hands.

Still Could. Could have. But didn’t. And not yet. Right?

Despite her anxiety, their fish Thundered on regardless, mostly unaffected. Every so often, a new or different voice on the radio punctuating things like:

“Three blew, one crushed, one smoking.”

Or,

“Going in for a second strike.”

And,

“Fish number seven sunk. But I’ve the aquaphibians swimming out the airlock. What are your orders, commander?”

“Leave them, unless they're armed.” Shore radioed back. “Nothing much they can do bar throw rocks at you without their ship.”

Worrying, there was one cry of:

“They're trying the drag net routine!”

“Keep away from going in between the mechanical fishes.”

Marina had dreaded they’d pull something like that. But when the Navy vessel ignored the orders and went between them any way, it dragged the two Titan ships to a halt with its sheer weight, (rather than the other way around) until the net ripped.

“...okay I admit the navy did good on that one.” Troy complained.

The radio beeped.

“Two unaccounted for- oh found one.”

In a very freighting moment The Swordfish took a hit from a missile to the side. but despite the bang and the smoke kept up the fight. Albeit with no more ramming it’s victims into a stupor. It didn’t stop them firing.

“That’s another for Wasps.”

“Gee I wish we were part of the action rather than the target.” Troy sighed, always itching for adventure.

“I feel like a hare on a robotic-greyhound track.” Phones agreed. Soon they were leaving the main Battle behind them thankfully.

“We’re running low on missiles, sir?”

“Keep going! We’ve got them on the rocks. Continue until you’re down two or three in reserve then evasive manoeuvres and retreat. We need to give our ‘fish as good a getaway as possible.”

This continued until the very last Terror fish retreated the direction they'd come, Stingray at its tail. the two fellas cheered, struggling out the tanks and breathing apparatus. The silt started settling, leaving the murky waters around them for still and calmer seas. And Marina watching it go finally, finally, felt able to Draw breath.

“Eh, Marina?” Troy asked and clapped her on her shoulder with affection. But left her more delicate than she felt. She’d missed what he’d said to her too. Having no words, less so than normal Marina nodded, blinked up at him and bumped her forehead to his shoulder. She hadn't done that to anyone for a long, long time. But it felt necessary. Even if the gesture was completely lost on a terranean.

“Hey hey. You're okay. We're going to make it. Told you, didn't I?” He assured her. He Patted her hand where she still held his arm. Then jostling her with a One-armed hug terrain ‘brothers’ give one another. Phones joined them on Marina’s other side.

“You Didn't think we'd leave you stuck there?”

Marina Shrugged

“Started to feel like it, I bet?” Troy asked.

Yes, Marina Nodded. It did a little.

“Poor thing. Don't worry Maria, we'll get home soon.”

“We made it.” Troy Chuckled.

“We made it.” Phones echoed. “Hey skipper, we made it!”

“And no casualties on our part!”

Marina held them both tight as an octopus might, squeaking back. Three of them hugged together with Marina Squished in the middle. Laughing together, just the three of them.

“We'll slow going, but we're safe now that back-ups here.” Phones smiled as they broke the embrace and the boys returned to the controls. “Safe and sound.”

Safe and sound Sounds very good, Marina smiled back. But her hands stayed still.

She Kept thinking she was dreaming. If she was, and still in her cell, well she didn’t want to wake up.

“We're just sorry we couldn't get here sooner. This heap of junk-” Phones laughed, the over light blinked full wattage on again. And they were finally out of the very dim near darkness. Then Phones stopped laughing. Then started Squinting at her Dim light of the cabin. And put his face very close to hers. Marina drew back a little surprised. For a shallow moment she thought he might kiss her. Then felt silly for thinking so.

“Oh. Oh no that ain't right.” Phones murmured softly.

“Huh? What up?” Troy asked.

Is something wrong?

Phones didn’t respond straight away. Marina shifted, uncomfortable under his gaze. A gaze that had gone sharp again.

“Say Troy?” Phones said, not taking his eyes off her. “... You seeing this? What I'm seeing here?”

“What's that?” Troy Snapped to attention, scanning the waters outside. "Position?"

"Inside, to your left. Marina, look at the captain for me? Like up up at Troy.” Phones asked. “In the light, properly where he can see you, while I take over a second?”

Both confused, Marina did as she was told with Troy following, stepping away from the console and into the main body of the fish Under the Best light they could. Marina turned to Troy and looked up at him. At his Big blue eyes and pretty face.

"Hm?"

Once upon another time Marina's heart might have fluttered like a fin at such attention. Oh, sure he was now just a friend, and she knew now he was Atlanta's. She'd witnessed it at the hospital, her dear dear friend’s raw Devotion as Atlanta had Wept at his side. Atlanta had been Terrified to leave Troy, defying her father's orders even, just to stay with him…

But even still Troy was very handsome? And then for a moment Marina imagined she Could still see the staining of the purple liquid that had poisoned him. And she Shivered for different reasons entirely. But now as Phones took over the controls, Troy looked to her. Really looked. His blue eyes so close. He Brought his hand up to cup her cheek and oh-

Oh! OW!

Ouch.

Marina pulled back sharply hissing. Oh no that didn't feel nice at all.

“What the-?!”

Oh no.

Honestly, in all the excitement she'd forgotten about. Marina Winced. And flinched away when Troy reached Tried to wave him off and bring her own hand up to hide it.

“Marina, you're hurt.” Troy said, Stating the obvious.

“That one there's fresh on her cheek. Must have happened in the run to the escape pod. I don’t remember seeing it there before.” Phones said. Marina could hear in his voice a funny tone. Not a ha-ha funny one either. “But that other one’s not bleeding.”

Troy was Scanning her face again.

“Yeah. You've cut your cheek. And look here?” He said softly, gesturing to the rip of her dress she hadn't noticed. Nor the big scratch at her arm. Marina tried to cover that as well. But Troy still took one look at her face and frowned. Or to one side of her face. Then up higher. “But that one other didn't happen tonight did it, honey? Not when we sprung you out?” He asked. His tone had also gone scary. Soft. But scary.

Marina Shook her head, biting her lip. Which stung with the catch of her teeth. So, Marina stopped, remembering the split lip.

She hadn't had a good look at it, her face. Only wobbly distorted reflections, the odd glance into mop buckets, silver platters and out the throne rooms' big windows. But knew there was a mark there. One that started at the temple, and went down her brow to her cheek bone...

And now a Stinging scratch on her cheek to match?

She'd felt gunshots whip past her, the idiot guards not caring about ricochet, crossfire or Wasp tactics. Titan had Held her by her shoulders. Titan had pulled hard at her front, by her hair. Anywhere else to haul her in front of him like a shield. She fought as hard as she could. But she'd been weak, even with the rush of being rescued. And then she'd felt A knife he'd pulled from the table pressed against her belly. It might have been a fish knife, but it still could have gutted her like a fish. She'd froze in Struggling against him, Cold metal making her panicked. Even when the gas canister clouded their vision.

She'd kicked him, Marina realised with pride. She'd kicked the so-called mighty King Titan in the shin and ran away. Ran back to the earth men. Smack into them even. Laughter and bubbling tears pricking her eyes. Marina couldn't help it but laughed in Troy's face.

“What’s so funny?”

But now Tempest's face was like thunder. Phones' too. Marina Flinched again, this time at his tone. And shrugged, tried to say it doesn't matter. But she was Unable to get her fingers to work. Even as Troy strode back to the console and commanded his ship,

“Phones? Phones Turn around. We're going back to join the other vessels. And I'm going back to Titanica!”

Thanks for reading. x

#stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #I dunno if I like posting stoires on to tumblr #but i know some folks find them easier to read here #in titan's Shadow #the master plan 2 electric boogaloo #long post #my fanfiction #troy tempest #Marina #Phones #terrorfish #thunderfam

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bitchie mitchies aot cinematic universe pt. 2

since you guys seemed to like the other ones, i have PLENTY more in my notes app:

connies a gumball (awog) kinnie

historia binged all of stranger things in 3 days and she hates the show

ymir listens to lil peep 😟

eren INSISTED on going as rainbow dash for halloween for ages 5-9

armin can TWERK OMG

mikasa makes her own soaps and their names are always something like “deaththroat orgasm” or “beta male sweat and tears”

armin has a shrimp allergy and everyone found out when they went to the beach and he ate shrimp scampi and almost fucking died in a pineapple willy’s

on the same trip, levi and erwin fucked in a margaritaville bathroom while wasted on said margaritas

hitch gaslit everyone into thinking she went to their school only for annie to tell them “oh she doesn’t she just likes to mess with peoples heads”

armins their discord mod

jean posts marco to ALL of those couple-y tiktok audios

gabi got in trouble for being a habitual grass eater in pre k

falco provided more grass when she was in time out. he is not an innocent man

zeke and levi brutally fist fought outside of a chili’s while eren, mikasa, armin, historia, and erwin stood to the side and watched

bertholdt had a “soft uwu boy” era in quarantine

reiner videos annie eating and then puts sad music over it

connie is unaware pirating movies and music is illegal and has been doing both since he was seven

one of those mall interviewers came up to sasha and mikasa and sasha bit his mic

armins name in erens phone is “malewife🥰💗”. jurys still out on whether or not its ironic

bertholdt was on witchtok for a month and they’re not even wiccan

ymir kills wasps with her bare hands

hangë has access to levi’s twitter account but levi’s never on twitter so he doesn’t know. hangë posts truly the most heinous shit on there

moblit gets hangë a box of organ-shaped chocolates every year for valentine’s day

onyankopon had a hamilton phase

& bertholdt had a be more chill phase 🗿

erwin proposed to levi three times before levi accepted to “make sure he wanted to be married”

armin did a magic routine for the eighth grade talent show and killed that shit. they won 1st place

connie & ymir have neck yourself battles. ymir is currently winning

ymir also has the humor of a 12 boy addicted to fidget spinner

annie is a manager at mcdonald’s and loudly proclaims her hatred for it

erwin carries a glock everywhere he goes. bro is strapped up fr

the first time bertholdt had a panic attack in front of reiner, reiner freaked out and gave his beats to them and played dubstep to try and get him to concentrate on something else

jean only says “balls” like cartman does (bawlz)

bertholdt does not know what MILF stands for

hitch has a monster can wall

sasha does this thing where if anyone yawns she shoves her fingers in their mouth and yells “CHICKEN FINGER”

erwin has a tiktok account to monitor what his kids post & he comments on them

levi calls mikasa brat number 1, historia brat number 2, and armin brat number 3

levi calls eren, sasha, & ymir his “forth, fifth, & sixth brat”

reiner has memorized all of the wenomechainasama spellings

bertholdt is a clairo enthusiast

annie CANNOT STAND the smell of pork

zeke has a podcast

pieck is his editor and trolls the shit out of him with it

mikasa knows how to vogue & death drop

reiner does that thing where he plays tiktok audios and pretends he’s in an edit

mikasa is the biggest fucking internet troll but is supremely undercover about it

the only person who knows is jean because he’s her favorite victim but nobody believes him when he tells them

another one of sasha’s tiktoks blew up & it was a “baby got back” dance that she did with armin and connie and all of the comments were like “THE TWINK CARRIED THIS” or “GO CAILLOU GO”

zeke accidentally married a stripper in vegas one time. she was super chill about the divorce and they keep in touch

pieck collects shiny things

niccolo beat connie with a remote control because every time mario said “it’s-a me, mario!” connie would whisper “it’s-a me, niccolo!”

#aot headcanons #headcanon #mitchies headcanons #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Thirteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,695

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“So?” Meadow whispered quietly, accosting Tommy in the kitchen as he went about fetching drinks.

“So... what?” he asked, pulling the juice Darla had asked for from the fridge, and a couple of beers each for him and her.

“What’s happening with you two? I mean, she’s here!”

“We’ve been banging all afternoon,” he grinned, looking pleased with himself.

“Yeah, I get that. Fuck, I can smell that. Dude, you both reek of sex!” she began, Tommy smiling further as he tried to stick his fingers up her nose. “Stop it, don’t be gross! Stop!” she threatened, backing off with her eyes wide, doing the double finger point at him to enforce her stance. “I mean, like, you look all happy.”

“Of course, I am. I’ve shot my load three times in the space of four hours. Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yeah but, she’s wearing your shirt and something is different with you!” she began, gesticulating wildly as she whispered, excitement riddling her. “This isn’t just sex anymore, is it? Are you guys giving it another shot?”

He paused, taking a swig of his beer. “Kinda. I mean, I dunno. It’s all kinds of complicated. See, there’s something I didn’t tell you that I probably should have. But if I do, you can’t go insane. You have to be quiet. Mouse quiet, you get me?”

Meadow made a zipper motion across her lips, nodding vigorously.

“She’s pregnant.”

Immediately, the pretend zipper was undone. “What?”

“I said be quiet! She’s only through that fucking door!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t just pull that kind of mic drop on me and then expect me to be quiet!” she hissed, jumping up and down, her beer foaming up, Meadow quick to cover it by sticking half the bottle neck into her mouth.

“You do that remarkably well for a lesbian,” he observed, raising an eyebrow, receiving a slap to his bare chest for it.

“Explain! I need details!”

“We’re spending way too long in here whispering.”

“Tommy!”

“Aright, alright, abridged version. I got her pregnant, but we’re not sure if we want to go ahead with it for obvious reasons, us being problematic around each other being it, so we’re trying to see if we can work through those issues before we decide. There, done.” Concise as ever. Some things never changed.

“So, what, are you dating?”

“Nope, just ironing out the issues we have first, seeing if we can actually be friends before anything else. Now, no more, come on.”

She halted him, standing in front of the door. “But you’re still having sex with her?”

He nodded, looking nonchalant. “Yeah. She’s very good at it, and I’m a horny motherfucker.” He swerved around her and left the kitchen before he could be further interrogated, handing Darla her juice before seating himself in his huge armchair, Meadow taking the couch next to her, buzzing internally.

Darla wasn’t stupid, turning to Tommy while pointing at a fit to burst small person beside her. “You told her I’m pregnant, didn’t you?”

“Oh, lord,” he began. “There may be trouble ahead...” he then began to sing, wiping his hand down his face, Darla laughing.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I told my friends, too,” she reassured him, turning back to Meadow. “Yeah, it’s all a little bit crazy.”

“I’ll say, I mean, wow! So much to unpack, and here was me thinking we’d just be having a nice catch-up chatter. I’ve missed you so much! I hate that we lost touch with one another after we went to college,” Meadow spoke.

“I sense girl talk, so I’m gonna go make myself useful elsewhere. The grass needs cutting, so I’ll see you guys in a while.” Getting up again, he jammed his feet into his sneakers and left them to it, Meadow having the decency at least to wait until she heard the back door shut before she shuffled at speed across the couch closer to Darla, on her like a swarm of wasps to jam.

“So, what the hell is going on with you guys? I mean, he tells me everything, well, Tommy’s version of everything, since we both know how cagey he can be,” she began,

“Right, right,” Darla confirmed.

“He told Heather and I that your date hadn’t gone well, that you two had absolutely nothing in common and that you clashed a lot, but that in bed, you worked. Don’t worry, he didn’t go into details. I guess I have to give him that, he’s capable of being somewhat of a gentleman. But now there’s this! And... Darla! What, what... what?” Her eyes went just as wide as Darla remembered when she was flustered or excited. It was good to see her again, regardless of anything else.

Meadow really was someone whose friendship she’d valued hugely, both being so befuddled when Tommy had just upped and left one day with his mom, with no explanation for months until he’d contacted Meadow.

“I know, oh, Jesus, I know! It’s a mess, really, it is. I mean, even if we were dating, it’d still be tricky, to navigate me being pregnant so soon, but the fact we’re not just makes it even harder.”

“And then there’s the issue of you guys not always seeing eye to eye, that must be tough.”

Darla sipped her juice, nodding. “Undoubtedly so. But see then, we have these little moments with each other where it all falls into place. We also see our faults and know that we have to try harder in not sniping at one another. We’re too similar in that department, both extremely bull headed, and it causes a clash. The patterns we fall into aren’t healthy at all, and that makes us reluctant to bring a baby into such a volatile mix, but at least we both acknowledge that it’s unhealthy at times,” she reasoned, Meadow making an agreeable face.

“Exactly. Hell, most people who do have unhealthy behaviours fail to even see them, which if you ask me is perhaps the unhealthiest of all. At least you two recognise them and want to work to a solution before deciding if bringing a child into the mix is a good idea. I mean, even if you didn’t end up together, who better to raise a baby with than someone you know is as good a guy as Tommy is, and who wants to be a father as much as he does?”

That was the first Darla had heard of Tommy’s yearnings for offspring. “He does?”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Meadow began, curling her feet under her a little more as she shifted for comfort. “You should see him with my nieces, Heather’s sisters have one and three kids and they love him, they use him as a human climbing frame. He’s there with the littlest ones, doing bicep curls while they hang off his forearms in absolute hysterics. He'd make a wonderful father, he has the patience for it. He never tires of them wanting to play. Brooke, who is Helen’s eldest is really into art, and one time he sat there and let her add to all his tattoos with body paint, so patiently, complimenting her style, then taught her how to draw animals.”

Darla smiled at the mental picture Meadow’s words conjured. “He was always really good with a sketch pencil.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Did he tell you that he drew that?” Pointing over to the war wall, Meadow nodded in the direction of her finger, to a charcoal drawing of a tiger.

“I didn’t even know that was a sketch! I thought it was a photograph!” she began, getting up to take a closer look. “Shit the damned bed, he’s so talented!”

“But he never speaks of it. I’ve told him time and again, he could earn himself a small fortune if he sold his stuff, but he’s always like ‘naw, I ain’t that good’ whenever I mention it.”

“Well, that’s Tommy all over. I mean, he’s boastful about some things that he excels at, but cagey with others. I think over things he could be more easily judged about. Like he believes his art likely would be.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Meadow agreed, Darla sitting back down again. “He said that drawing helped keep him sane, when his mom was dying. Shit, I miss Annie. She was always so kind.”

Darla sighed sadly, reaching to squeeze her knee. “Me too, mouse. She was a truly lovely lady.”

“She really was. I have to wonder, you know, because of the issues he faced in his childhood, if this is stirring anything up for him, you being pregnant,” Meadow wondered. It had played on Darla’s mind, too.

“Yeah, I did think that. He is not his father, though. All of our differences aside, I see that Tommy is a good guy, and his heart is always in the right place. I know if we have this baby, he’d be the best goddamned daddy to it, because he knows only too well what it’s like to have a poor father, one he had to look after in the end instead of the other way around, all while harbouring some really bitter resentment over how he treated his mother. He was so strong, in everything he did.”

Meadow liked that, that Darla really saw through to the bones of who Tommy was, their differences aside. She hoped right then that they could overcome their issues, because they were two wonderful people who she couldn’t help but think fitted together very nicely in the way they were. Strong, kind hearted and funny. Very, very funny.

“When you chased Chris around the house with Squish, oh my god, Darla I thought I was gonna pee my pants!” Meadow squealed with mirth a time later, the women remembering times gone by from their childhood, namely the day Darla had taken her tarantula out and terrorised their childhood friend, Chris Hoffman with him, who’d been just as petrified of the spider as her brother Gene was.

“He was an awesome spider. You know they don’t usually live past ten, right? Squish survived until he was fifteen before he passed. My mom came in to feed him one day while I was away at college and found him under his little hiding log, all curled up. My poor boy, I loved him so much,” she lamented, Meadow cooing softly, reaching to rub her arm affectionately.

“He was great, helped me massively with my spider fear. He was just so chilled. The way he used to sit on top of your dad’s head watching television,” she reminisced, smiling as she remembered Squish in his spot, contentedly exploring Mike’s hair. “Did you ever think about getting another?”

“I’ve toyed with it a lot, you know. They’re great pets, and with my work low maintenance enough too that I wouldn’t need to give it more attention than I could fit in with my schedule. I might do it, actually!” They shared a few more stories from times gone by, before catching up with each other on where their lives had taken them in the time between, Meadow leaving after two hours, picking up the book she had come round to fetch initially and giving them their afternoon back.

“I should get going too, actually. I’m meeting Chantelle for dinner at eight,” she lamented, Tommy nodding, but not being able to stop himself from looking disappointed at that.

“Okay. I’ll give you a ride home.” She accepted it with thanks, going and packing her clothes into her gym bag, luckily finding a pair of clean cycling shorts in there and pulling those on, feeling a little more covered even though Tommy’s t shirt fit her like a dress.

“Well, I hope you have a good time with your friend,” he began, parking up outside her place twenty minutes later. “When are you free again?”

“Not for the next week, unfortunately. It’s end of term so I have a lot to do before college is out for the semester, and all of that is now, in the final week. Do you want to come over next Saturday, though? Or I could meet you in the park again for boot camp class. I quite enjoyed it, eventually!”

He laughed softly, smiling at her. “Yeah, sounds good. See you next Saturday, then.” He wanted to lean over and give her a kiss goodbye, Darla feeling the same, but settling instead on squeezing her thigh. Something held him back there, and he wasn’t sure exactly what it was. He didn’t think about much else as he drove home, though, replaying moments from their day together in his head.

For Darla, he was firmly on her mind as well as she got ready to go out, battling her tight, unruly curls with her hair straightener, smoothing it all up and styling her edges before clipping on her long, straight ponytail. She was always ready much too soon, so sat and watched a film before calling her Uber, heading downtown to hers and Chantelle’s favourite curry house, Aimee not present on account of the fact she had other plans, and a hatred for all things spicy.

While waiting for their main dishes, the women snacked on small, very hot delicacies, catching up with each other’s lives, Darla of course explaining how everything currently lay with Tommy, and the events that had led to them trying to get on some kind of even keel before deciding whether her pregnancy would continue or not.

“You’re not dating again then, no?” Chantelle asked, dunking her onion bhaji in a liberal smothering of mango chutney.

“I’m not, no. We’re just seeing how we can get along as friends first,” Darla confirmed, her friend frowning a little.

“But you’re still having sex with him? I’m puzzled. To me, that seems like dating without dating, for what truly separates those we date from those we’re friends with? It’s the sexual. I mean we get on like a house on fire, but you don’t don a strap on and dick me down on the regular.”

Her analogy made Darla snort laugh through a mouthful of samosa.

“You see what I’m saying though, girl?”

“Yes, I do, I do,” Darla began, holding her hand over her mouth until she’d finished chewing. “I know that, and I suppose it is somewhat of a blurred line there. He’s just so good at it, though!” she partially wailed, remembering that afternoon. God, that man had superb dick swinging game. “Why do you ask, anyway? Do you think that we shouldn’t be?”

“I’m never one to tell others how they should live their lives, you know that. From a personal standpoint, though, I’d find it judgement clouding. I mean, like you rightly say, there’s a line being blurred. Are you definitely sure that you might not end up together? These little moments you speak of where things feel as if they’re falling into place, could they be enough, your differences aside?”

It gave her pause for thought. “See, I’m unsure. In those moments, or when we’re just sitting there laughing at something funny the other has said, I do think it could be more. But then I remember just how volatile we are, and it makes me err on the side of caution when I consider a romantic future with him. Throw a baby into that and what do you have? A situation that suddenly has an extreme amount of pressure upon it.”

“Right. For me personally, I couldn’t do it. I mean if you think you can without complicating things further, you have at it. Who am I to tell you otherwise?”

While Chantelle likely didn’t mean to, her words really did give Darla some serious fodder for reflection over her situation with Tommy. Would keeping the sexual side of whatever they were to one another act as a positive or a negative? Could it influence them unfairly in their decision making, she wondered?

It was yet another question she conceded that had to be added to the list, whether she truly wanted it to be or not.

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