#》muse:virgil

[dynastymuses]

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muse:virgil hawkins

fandom:dceu (static shock)

crossover:yes with other superhero muses

mutuals only:

❝you must be new here, if you haven't heard of the big bang or the bang babies❞ he realized that sounded dirty so virgil clarified ❝there was an explosion and the toxic chemicals caused a lot of mutations in the city. they are called bang babies❞

[etternele]

@strawberryxdreams from here

Virgil expected that sort of reaction, more or less, he didn't know how bad it could get, but he knew it would be bad no matter how he approached the situation, hence his decision to do so in a straightforward way.

The elite fighter nodded and then gestured with one hand, using his thumb pointing over his shoulder that he meant exactly that and suggested they go drink over the wing of his own starfighter — the Crusader was more to the side and out of the way, which could grant them some privacy while still being public enough that nothing could be thought of it.

He climbed up the side of the space fighter like it was nothing, proof of the amount of time he spent in the station, and once he was up there, turned back to offer a hand to help the other climb up too.

[stellarcomedy]

If my muses were the days of the four seasons:

Eastwood is a bright Summer day, hot, umid and lazy, perfect to be sitting outside while listening to music and eating watermelon popsicles and drinking your favourite cold juice, reminds of childhood nostalgia and dreams, the day fills you with energy and makes you want to do something while inviting to do nothing, makes you understand that doing nothing is doing something, even though most will never understand it, you can feel and almost touch your childhood self while going through this day, recognizing that opening up to yourself is just as important as everything else you do to get by.

Clint is a soothing Spring night, slightly cold, with flower buds still closed, some fireflies flying near the leaves, festivals, fireworks, shy laughters, cottom candy and some tea, there's an innate calm you can feel bloom inside, like a natural wisdom that comes with aging, just something that makes you more resilient to the amount of times life bashes you down, you know renew will come very soon.

Virgil is a cozy Winter day-off, good to stay inside, drinking hot coccoa with your favourite book, wrapped in comfy duvets or in a pillow fortress, pumpkin candy, funny pajamas, long and meaningful conversations through instant messengers, it's like finding a strange bunker from the chaos outside while still being connected to it, you know the peace and all that happens during this day are your doing.

Dante is a nice and slow Fall morning, perfect to wake up, slowly prepare your coffee and appreciate the moments of silence while doing it, plan the day's activities without much compromise, write down a list of things that need to be bought, do some stretching exercise, gather the good vibes for the day, there's a sense of maturity in getting ready while following a routine and appreciating it, a feeling of inner understanding and growth.

Isolde is a warm and funny Fall afternoon with friends, you know you'll be heard regardless of how stupid you might sound, there will be long walks down the streets to get to your favourite cafe and in the way you'll take detours just because the two of you are having a lot of fun window shopping, the scent of spices usually stays for a while after the afternoon is over and you need to go back home, but you know that to live it all again is a matter of giving one call.

Keos is a warm Summer night with a cloudless sky, stars and shooting stars, you know the day might've been lame, tiring and sluggish, but the night brings and air or refreshment and hope for a better next day and assurance that if you work hard enough for your dreams you'll get it, there's just something magical in it that gives you hope and moves you forward regardless of how hard it is to move on.

[etternele]

"I dislike him as much as the rest of us do, Wolf, but Isolde is sort of a commodity to him and when he gets angry, he leaves it all on his navigator." Virgil slipped into the cabin and let the hermetic lock close before reaching for his own pants and opening them in front of Wolf. "You want it, you suck it."

The auburn haired man pulled his own cock out and offered it to Wolf, skipping many steps on how he liked to do this, but also taking what he could, since they had a relatively short time to get done with themselves and clean up to go into lunchbreak. "You're new in this mothership. You're a pup." He snorted and curved his body over the cockpit in order to make it easier to thrust his hips and erection into the other's mouth once they started for real.

@etternele continued from (HERE)

There was a downside on being a back-up, there were moments where he couldn’t do very much but train and he already trained a lot, thus he got bored. Isolde, Virgil, Eastwood and Keos were busy more often than he was, sending Isolde a nude was a chance and not that much later he got a respond, though not from the one he sends the nude to. Wolf jumped a little as he was still getting used to the whole communication through electro waves. “Virgil, I didn’t expect you.” Though half undone, Wolf straightened up a little.

“Percival needs to stop being a dick, but you’re probably right, about being careful.” The last thing he wanted was for Isolde to get in any form of trouble. “Does it really have to be pup?” Cocking a brow. “It’s Wolf, not pup,” he said with a half grin. “Of course, you’re allowed to me out, we’re in it together, right?” Wolf knew he looked good and it showed the way he was sitting, how he wasn’t hiding his exposed skin and the look he gave Virgil. Yes, he was allowed to help.

[etternele]

“Everything is so fucking hot. Why can’t alphas go into heat instead of omegas?” Ace to Virgil

@strawberryxdreams

Oh, if only he knew! It was quite right that being hot wasn't a problem for Alphas, but an unattended rut meant a whole week or more of intense pain on the hip region, specially the groin area, extreme sensitivity on the genitals to the point where even the friction with clothes could go from uncomfortable to painful, pheromones made them go crazy, mood swings that made them almost irrationally violent, and lots of frustration.

It did make him chuckle though, because Omegas felt hot, but hoarded their mates' clothes, which certainly didn't help their situation at all, at least that was how he saw it.

One way or another, Virgil wrapped his arms around Ace and pulled him to sit between his crossed legs as his face sank on his neck and he played with the Omega's hands for some moments until his nose was hit with a new wave of pheromones, causing electricity to run down his spine. The Alpha then brought both hands to the navigator's chest and pulled his back against the strong chest while giving a light squeeze to his swollen pectorals — an implied question was suggested in his actions: if Ace wanted him to massage his chest for a while to help with coping through the heat.

[stellarcomedy]

Romantic ships I'd like to have:

Isolde: someone who can heal his broken heart and make him feel worth of being loved again, someone who understands Isolde went through hell in his own point of view because he lost everything but his body after his fiance died, someone who will look him in the eyes and say he's pretty inside.

Keos: someone who doesn't look at him with prejudice or feel irked by his prothestic arm and leg, someone who will be there to support and tell him how strong he is to keep fighting even though he can't do much, someone who will love him regardless of all the challenges that might be ahead.

Virgil: someone who won't be bothered by the fact that he's unable to speak aside from some clicking noises with his tongue, someone who will see him for his kindness and dedication to those he loves, also someone who will pick up fights when Virgil is unable to defend himself alone in the middle of an argument.

[etternele]

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” Ace to Virgil

@strawberryxdreams

"For someone who was up to be fucked in the fighters' communal shower by who knows how many fighters, you're awfully self-aware of doing it in the VR combat station — the door is locked from inside." Virgil's voice sounded through the earplug Ace had to use to hear him, all while his tip pushed through the navigator's muscles as he lowered him over his hard and engorged dick. "I thought you liked some audience."

Not that anyone would bother telling on them or care about what they were doing if they were caught, in fact, most Virgil would have to deal with was some extra work and a sermon or two afterwards if his commander was the one to come by and see this — weird as it was, the fighter's commander from Etternele was more reasonable than he looked and understood some of his men needed some release from times to times, so as long as it didn't disturb the rest of the ship or hurt his soldiers, he brushed most things under the rug.

Unlike when they had a bed or some support, Virgil didn't pause to let Ace get used to being filled, he pressed his chest against the navigator's and sandwiched him between his body and the wall behind, lowering him until it was all in and he could feel his balls slap against that sweet, round and perky ass — a space he loved to be in, so tight and warm, ever pulsing with pleasure and responsive to his thrusts, it suited his cock perfectly with how the walls pressed against his large girth and the way his head could feel Ace's sweet spot every time he bounced over his length; it drove the elite fighter crazy with how much he wanted to claim this as his.

On the bright side of his muteness, Virgil considered himself somewhat in an advantagious position, for he didn't use his mouth to talk, which meant he could spill dirty words into Ace's ears even as he lowered his face to take those lips that parted and threatened to let his cries of pleasure get louder when the fighter moved against him. "... say it..." His tongue wrapped on Ace's and pushed against him, hungrily wanting to take over all he could give. "... you like it when I fuck you..."

His thrusts took on a rhythm of their own as Virgil picked on the pace and could feel how the navigator's limbs swang over his shoulders, how his muscles hardened and he could imagine how his toes curled in their boots, the same way they did on his bedsheets when they did in his bed. Ace's hands also clawed on the fighter's back, pulling on his jacket, holding for life and pleasure as Virgil felt how deep he poked and forced the smaller body to accept him — it made him feel a heat spike when his ears focused on the lewd noises his lover's hole made, in a way it sounded like it begged for stuffing.

"So lewd... you don't even need to speak... your ass says all you want..." He grinned and pulled back just to gaze into Ace's beautiful eyes, but was met with a lustful expression of swollen lips covered by saliva, cheeks covered by red tint, and eyes that pleaded for him to don't stop — he wasn't going to. "... guess the idea of caring the vaseline with me came in handy after all..."

[etternele]

'The Commanders doesn't like this. They can't control us doing in the bunkers or in the shower — too many soldoers there for them to just barge in and punish everyone together — but don't think it's that easy to escape.' One of his fingers discretely pointed up, at the ceiling every other amount of meters there were camera and heat sensors. 'We're here to defend the Colonies and Earth. Sex isn't part of the services offered in here. Even less sex with twenty other men raping your ass.' He pulled no punches back when explaining the situation. 'You won't have a word in it if such happens.'

etternele​:

‘Lower half of the station is dedicated to Fighters necessities and quarters. Meaning fighting rings, fight simulators, shooting stations, and keeping the engines and thrusters going, all that nasty and dirty stuff. Most of the heavy work to be honest.’ The auburn haired man looked back at the Navigator as they walked down the hall. ’We’ve a lot of pent-up tension too to work through, if y'know what I mean.’ This time he touched the tips of his thumb and index finger of one hand and passed the middle one of the other between them to simulate the act of fucking.

’You’re new and doesn’t look all too savvy. Easy target if two or three of us gang up on you.’ Or even for one alone depending on Ace’s personality and who decided that it was a good idea to have “fun” with him — some of the men had their own ways and resources around the place.

“Ohhh, you mean sex?” He laughs once and the sound is a little harsh. “I’m used to that kind of thing, was involved a lot in it before coming here. Guess if it’s good, not too bad.” He smiles apologetically at Virgil. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be crude in front of you. You’re really helping me out. I honestly want to do a good job. I don’t want you to think I’m not serious.”

[etternele]

The beb finally has some icons.

[etternele]

Eastwood's and Virgil's mood: Just sit on my face.

Isolde's and Keos' mood: Can I just die already?

[etternele]

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜ Virgil

@strawberryxdreams

Bold words, but Virgil could work with those... even if it was in a somewhat unconventional way.

The thing was that feeling good for the elite fighter usually came attached with how good his partner felt, which also worked as a way to prevent unwanted moments, for if it was forced he couldn't make it work, not without some potent drugs in his system at least — alcohol helped a little, but only with having him be more at ease, not in the mood, that came with who his partner was.

A few more seconds passed while he went to lock the door of his shared quarters from inside and sent a message to his navigator asking to have the place for himself for some hours, all of which he did in complete silence, remembering their bad luck the last time when an emergency happened and they had to break up in the middle of making out.

When the beep with the answer to his request came back — not the one he wanted, but one that was sufficiable —, he turned off the lights.

One of his hands went straight to the zipper of Ace's white navigator jacket, the other had no problems finding its way into his pants and squeezing half of his butt with that strong grip that left marks on him the last time he did this. All while pushing him back to the table.

"Fair warning: I'm big." Not average big, Virgil should say, but genetically mutated big — both a con and pro of being an elite soldier, they turned him infertile, but his aging was slower than most and certain parts of himself were changed when Alliance's scientists played with some of his genes in order to make a stronger and more effective; one of the many attempts the Alliance made on creating soldiers capable of going head-to-head against the Colterons.

By the time they were close to the table, Virgil had already found a way to get Ace's pants halfway down his thighs and shirt over the line of his nipples, the fighter's hands wandered over every patch of skin he could find, and his ears took a liking to listen to even the smallest noises done by the navigator.

In other occasions, he'd lift Ace over the table, play with him, let some of the stress of the day out before actually going for the interesting part, but with a timer ticking in his head, Virgil turned the other and bent him over the table, breathing against his ear and, eventually taking to bite down on his shoulder, tasting the salty layer of dry sweat over it with some flicks of his tongue after each light mark was left on him.

In the dark, dimly lit room, Ace certainly heard when the fighter used one free hand to undo his own pants, the swishing sound of clothes being lowered some more, and then... hands grabbing his behind and parting the halves to let a big, hot and pulsing limb slap right there against his open crack — it was no joke, Virgil was big in length and girth, having really wide one that could fill a hole without problems... and he was rubbing it on him.

"Like it?" Despite the moment, Virgil's voice through the earbud in Ace's ear was soft and caring, he wasn't going to continue if he didn't hear it out from the navigator's own lips.

[etternele]

'... I want you.' The elite fighter completed the words Ace cut short.

He didn't mean to sound cocky nor self-condifent, but Virgil was as far from innocent as one could be while not having a criminal past. He grew up in the colonies, knew how to make a living and how to read the signs, but dismissed most of it all for the sake of keeping his mind clear — romance only complicates things, a thought he kept most of the time.

'I have my ways.' That was the only answer Virgil could give after having the bottle taken from his hand and snickered a little, his smile, a mischevious and jovial grin that made his cheeks light up in a soft shades of pink. 'And I might've lent Eastwood's spare keys to the storage room without him knowing... I left a note when I turned them back though.'

Virgil looked forward for a moment, seeing the vast darkness of space in front of them through the glass used on the ship's construction, then turned back to Ace and lowered his gaze to the hand nearest to him.

'So... you've been... hooking up with Spade?'" Kind of an out of the blue question, but at the same time, that seemed to be the case lately, because the other fighter, finally, had stopped yapping at him — felt less threatened it seemed. That was what usually happened too, assigned partners licked one another's emotional wounds when needed, Virgil and Dante were a rare exception, they just didn't work that way. 'No shame on it. I'm just curious... I mean...' The auburn haired soldier brushed the back of his own head. 'I don't mind if we... you know...'

etternele​:

The auburn haired fighter shook his head for a couple of moments, still massaging the back of it with one hand, and when he finally gave up and rolled it properly, a popping noise could be heard, followed by a sight of relief as the pressure bubble on his neck was gone — it had been bothering him all day —, then turned to look back at the Navigator.

’That’s not really how they work.’ He sighed and chuckled, an airy sound that came from his throat, somewhat hissed, kind of a mix of whistling and snorting, a daily reminded of how damaged his vocal cords were. ’You really are fresh out of racks.’ It wasn’t meant in a bad way, but that Ace still held some of that naivete from recruits who came out of training school not long ago. ’You mentioned that you liked to have sex in groups before, I can imagine you either had the means to pay or very generous friends slash clients. What did you do when you didn’t want it? Say no and stick with it, keep your stance firm.’ Virgil smiled. ’It’s the same with our Commanders. If you don’t keep a firm instance when they come up with this sort of thing, they’ll take advantage of it.’

He took the bottle that had been placed between them and had a gulp from it, taking some seconds in complete mental silence to choose his words better.

’I don’t like the idea of getting involved with any of the Commanders’ collared boys. Two of my teammates had the experience and it didn’t end well, and I can’t take the risk. I’m defective already, a soldier that can’t communicate normally, what keeps me in good graces is my scores, if anything happens and I lose it, my only destiny is a trip back to the Colonies.’ His head lowered. ’I left, because I want the best for the two of us. The Commanders can provide you with a cushy life here, I can’t. And by stepping out of the way, I ensure that neither of us will have a chance to be hurt the same way Keos and Eastwood were.’

“That was….I mean….okay not that groups is bad, but I prefer one on one.” He corrects, cheeks heating a little when he remembers he did allude to that. “But if I didn’t want it….yeah I said no. Or left. That’s with anyone.” Ace had had many sex partners in his day, before here, before he enlisted, sometimes it was how he made a living. But Virgil was right, never did he sleep with someone he didn’t want to. 

“You’re not defective.” He says softly, bringing his knees up against his chest and looking out over them. “And I don’t want a cushy life with the commanders either. I don’t want them at all. I want-” He closes his mouth, pressing his lips together. “It doesn’t really matter, but I don’t want them. I was afraid if I refused they’d make my life hell, or send me back. I don’t want either of those things. But thank you…for the advice. I will make sure to put my foot down.”

Ace is quiet for another long moment before he exhales. “I guess it just….hurt, when you walked away. I felt abandoned. I understand why you did it though. Just felt shitty.”

Virgil had been helping him out since he arrived really, ever since he picked the wrong shower room. But the other man owed him nothing, frankly Ace didn’t even know if he liked him. Not like he did anyway if he were to guess. Which was okay, he’d be content with friendship if that’s what he wanted. 

“Ugh, gimme some of that.” He reaches for the bottle and takes a long swig, it burns going down and its nice. “Whew, where did you get this anyway?”

[etternele]

"I dare you." Virgil

Virgil looked over his shoulder, a cocked brow and wide smirk on his face, one of those impish looks he usually reserved for his teammates only, that said he could and would do something even if they told him not to do it.

Ace taunted that side of him. Dares were almost irresistible to him, specially when there was no losing with it, and it was when he took to do them that Virgil seemed to grow in height and strength, going from his discrete presence to one of dominance, one that towered his looks and put on display that he wasn't one to play when it came to this.

The auburn closed the distance between them, gaze like fire fixed on the navigator's until he leaned in to make it look like he was whispering something, even though it was impossible, and parted his lips to trap Ace's earlobe between them, his tongue followed and the tip peeked out as he moved up on the edge of his earshell — enough to cause goosebumps on one's spine, but not to make a scene.

Lastly, the sound of his artificial voice could be heard through the earbud in the other's ear. "Come again, what are you daring me to do?" One of his hands wandered to Ace's side and it was the only movement that couldn't be missed, as his fingers greedly squeezed one of his ass cheeks with all the intention of leaving bruises there.

And that was cruel of him! Virgil knew what the navigator wanted, but he didn't extended his time around — oh, no! — he teased and gave a sample of what could happen and how it was like, but pulled back soon, so that was a sensation to tease the imagination and only the imagination.

"Need to go. We'll meet later if you really think this is a good idea." The elite fighter pulled back and continued to walk swiftly ahead to disappear when he turned on the hallway leading to the bridge.

Ace would need to wait for real, he truly had more to do this time.

@strawberryxdreams

[etternele]

No one asked for this, but this is a small sketch of what Virgil looks like in my head. Looks nothing like my fsceclaim, but meh, I'm happy with it.

[etternele]

The moment the lift began to get crowded and space ever smaller, Virgil made sure to hit some of the men on his back with his elbow, aiming to the side of their rib cages or as close as he could to their spines; however, as more soldiers walked in, his body relented a little so he, himself, wasn't in an uncomfortable position too, which meant that at some point he ended up with one leg between Ace's and both arms supporting most of his own weight on the elbows that were pressed against the metal wall and on the sides of the Navigator's head.

Upon hearing the question, the Elite Fighter looked down at Ace being no more than an inch or two from his chest, then nodded in a way of saying he was fine and used to this sort of thing — not the first time in this rodeo and not the last, rush hour between shift changes were always this mess.

He did try to keep the Navigator safe with his own body though when some of the other soldiers tried to forcefully push their way in or out of the crowd.

@strawberryxdreams from here

[etternele]