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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years ago

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Superheroes with Secrets: Control Over Her (Fic part 31) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

"And what if we have triplets?"

"Don't jinx my loins, boy."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He grins.

Kirby pulls out the top desk drawer, sliding the picture into it before closing the drawer and finishing her meal.

"...I might dream of it a little."

"Don't, or I'll bite you." Kirby whispers as she finishes the last bite.

"Promise?"

"I'll bite your dick, Helms." Kirby states as she gets up to take her plate downstairs.

Helms winces at the thought and crosses his legs. Kirby smirks as she grabs his plate and heads off to pit them in either the sink or dishwasher.

"You wouldn't really bite my dick, would you?"

"I wouldn't actually bite your dick, maybe nip at your neck a bit too hard, but I'd never bite your dick." Kirby explains.

"That makes me feel better, thank you."

Kirby decides to take a trip, alone, down to the lake, "Helms, babey, I'm gonna step out for a bit, if anyone needs me, yell." She states, putting on her sneakers and a jacket before slipping out the back door and heading to the lake.

"I'll do plenty of yelling, don't worry."

Kirby walks down to the lake, sitting beside the lake and petting the frogs, picking up the ones that approach her and giving them small pats on the head before putting them back on the grass next to the lake. Although she may be big, the tiny little frogs love her just as much as she loves them. She's named every one of them after gothic characters, like one frog is named Fester, another is Lydia after Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice. She's like a big, safe log to them. She could and probably would stay out there all night until the dawn of the next day, she forgets about the rest of the world. As much as she loves her little green guys, there's another little green guy who needs her a lot more at the ranch house.

Kirby looks at her froggie friends and says, "I gotta go sleep my buds, see you tomorrow." And gets up to go back inside.

They each seem to croak a quiet goodbye.

Kirby manages to sneak up behind Helms and put her arms around his waist, "bonjour, mon ange."

He nearly squeaks before he lights up and wraps his arms around her happily.

"I love you." Kirby whispers.

"I love you too. Missed you on your voyage."

"I went and spoke with Fester, and Lydia, and Jason, and the tadpoles."

"Your frogs?"

"Yeah, Jason has the lightest face, so he kinda looks like he's wearing a mask, Fester has dark spots around his eyes and the second lightest head and Lydia has the darkest colouring out of the three." Kirby explains.

"Hope to meet them someday."

"You can meet them now if you want."

"Isn't it getting a bit dark out?"

"Oh ... yeah, I guess I better lock up and go to bed."

"Not without me, you're not."

"You want to come with me, to lock up the gates and everythin'?"

"I just want to be with you, no matter what we do."

"I guess this will eventually be both my home and yours, it's uh, huh... it's a bit of a weird but good feeling, knowing that even though dad's not around to share the house with, I have you instead, the first man to be a constant loving presence in my life since dad died." Kirby murmurs, wiping away tears from her eyes and heading to the front door to go lock up the main gate, Helms following close behind.

"It's an honour to fulfil that role."

Kirby locks the main gate and walks up to the secondary gate, making sure Helms is with her. Secretly, he did have a bit of an ulterior motive of going out to help her. On the off chance Erik had snuck his way out of jail, he wants to be there for protection.

"Helms, you alright babe, you seem awfully worried about something." Kirby whispers as she walks past him to the house.

"It's just been a long, very exciting day."

Kirby smirks as she hoists Helms over her shoulder and walks back to the house, "mind ya head, babe."

"Consider it minded." He grins, the butterflies he gets from her showing off her strength always making him a little dopey.

Kirby gets inside the house and puts Helms' feet on the floor, kissing his forehead after standing up and then turning around to lock the front door.

"Have I mentioned lately that you're perfect?"

"Yes, but I love hearing you say it, so I'm not gonna stop you." Kirby whispers, getting the key for the back door out of her jacket pocket.

"You're perfect. There's not a thing I would change about you."

"You're also perfect, mon ange." Kirby says, walking to the backdoor and locking it, bending down next to the door to remove her shoes.

Helms gives her butt a gentle pat. "Not as perfect as this tookus"

"Helms, if you're going to get horny over my ass, at least grab it or something" Kirby teases.

"Wanted to give you a gentlemanly pat before I got rude." He grins.

Kirby flips her hair back as she stands up, "oh really?" She teases as she messes with her hair.

"Of course. What kind of man would I be if I started with this?" He gives a much more firm slap. Almost like a spanking.

Kirby half-squeaks half-moans.

"Had to get you warmed up before I did that."

Kirby bites her bottom lip, "you should do that more often" she whispers.

"Oh yeah? This?" He grins, giving another smack.

Kirby struggles to hold back a moan, a mix between pleasure, desire and a little pain.

"Goddamn this is a nice ass."

"You like it?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Absolutely adore it."

"Do you wanna spank me, Hero?" Kirby teases.

"Think I do, yeah. Wanna lay a claim over this ass"

"Well then, Hurricane, spank me, I'm all yours."

"Let's get up to a private room."

Kirby kisses Helms, rushing upstairs and taking down the poster of her father, whispering a small, "sorry dad, don't want you watching this" as she rolls the poster and puts it next to her desk.

"Good call." Helms nods, nearly dragging her back to the bed in excitement.

"Spank me like you own me." Kirby whispers, just as excited as Helms.

"Pants down and over my knee." He smirks, patting his lap.

Kirby pulls down her pants and gets into position for Helms. He rubs his palm over her ass lightly before smacking far harder than he had been. Kirby lets out a small yelp, moaning out Helms' name after she gets her breath back.

"If I get too rough, tell me, okay?" he whispers, his voice gentle.

"I absolutely will." She whispers back.

"Good." He smacks again hard, leaving a light pink handprint.

Kirby moans, but she's not gonna stop him any time soon.

"Good girl. Like when I spank you like this?" He purrs, grinning.

"Helms, I love it." Kirby whispers, her breathing heavy and ragged out of excitement and lust.

"Like when I mark you up like this, do you?"

"Fuck ... yes" Kirby whispers.

"Good. Cause you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Helms, can ... can I make... a request?"

"Anything, honey."

"Bend me over the bed ... fuck me from behind, not anal, but from behind." Kirby murmurs.

"I think I can make that happen."

Kirby lifts herself off Helms' lap, rubbing at the pink palm prints left on her ass. He takes that opportunity to strip down as he watches her touch over the mark. Kirby gets over the bed, swaying her ass slightly as she gets down on her elbows over the bed. Helms kisses down her spine before lining himself up and sliding in. Kirby moans his name as he slides inside her.

"God, this does feel good..."

"Faster, please" Kirby whispers.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please ... I like it when you're fast and rough." Kirby murmurs.

"Your wish is my command." He grins.

Kirby's breath hitches slightly as Helms starts going faster, pumping into her. The bed only starts creaking when he's fucking her like he's trying to destroy her. Kirby buries her face in the bed and she cums, her knees giving up slightly. Helms holds her up as best as he can, groaning loudly as he fills her. Kirby shakily gets up to her feet after Helms pulls out and gets dressed, pulling Helms into a heated kiss.

"Wasn't too rough, was I?"

"That was perfect, absolutely fucking perfect."

"So are you."

"I'm so fucking tired, I'm gonna get cleaned up and then sleep."

"Definitely gonna join you."

"I'm not gonna stop you, Hero." Kirby whispers, kissing him before heading to the shower.

"Good." He laughs, following her in.

Kirby is actually focusing on getting clean, bending over in the bath/shower right in front of Helms as he gets in the shower. Kirby is basically face to 'face' with Helms' crotch.

"How on earth is everything you do so pretty?"

"I don't know what you mean, mon ange."

"Even just cleaning yourself. All I want to do is kiss you."

"Helms, you are my fiancé, you always want to kiss me, don't you?"

"Only every moment of my existence."

"See, I always want to pin you against the wall and kiss you, rough you up a little, pick you up and... well, you know." Kirby blushes.

"Mm, you wanna rough me up a little?"

"What can I say, I like having rough sex with you."

"So do I. Getting all intense like that... it's hot."

Kirby looks up at Helms, quickly realizing that his cock is right in front of her face and blushing a deep red.

"So is when you get all blushy."

"I didn't realise how small the space is in here..." Kirby murmurs.

"Maybe I'm just standing really close. This is a shower built for giants, Hon."

"Correct, yes, but your dick is in my face and you know I'm not easily tempted" Kirby jokes.

"Are you tempted now?"

"Don't you dare" Kirby states, looking up at Helms' face, blushing and trying her hardest to focus on cleaning herself.

"If you had a dick, I'd suck yours, just saying." He shrugs.

"Helms, don't tempt me." Kirby whispers, kissing just under his belly button.

He whimpers in quiet pleasure. "But you're so tempting."

Kirby kisses down to his crotch, getting on her knees in front of him and kissing around his dick.

"And a tease, apparently."

Kirby giggles as she continues to tease him, kissing his inner thighs. He's getting almost painfully hard from how close her lips are. Kirby nips at his thighs, running her fingers up the back of his legs, softly scratching his skin.

"Please... fuck, touch me or something..."

Kirby smirks as she licks his dick, from base to tip before slipping the tip into her mouth. Helms groans loudly, needing to lean against the wall of the shower. Kirby pulls away, trying to make him riled up enough to make her suck him off, she kisses his lower stomach and nips at his flesh.

"Goddamn, I need my cock in your mouth..."

Kirby looks up at Helms and kisses his thigh, "what happens if I don't put your cock in my mouth?" She teases.

"Well, if I were a respectful man, I'd pout... but I don't think you want me to be respectful."

"I know deep down you're a bad boy, Hurricane." Kirby teases as she nips at his flesh.

"As long as you know that if I'm ever too violent, you can tell me to stop."

"Agreed." Kirby whispers against his flesh.

"Good." He tangles his fingers into her hair and pulls her close, almost choking her with his cock.

Kirby rapidly taps on his thigh, trying to convey the message, 'too deep' to him. He pulls back a little, but only enough for her to breathe properly.

#Kirby Roussimoff #Shane Hurricane Helms #Blacklight Bandit #Orange and green - the perfect team #Superheroes with Secrets

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aroworlds · 6 years ago

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Love in the House of the Ravens Part Eleven (Final)

After seven years in Rajad, Darius has fallen out of love with the unattainable and failed to fall in love with the companionate. When the right person offers a romantic relationship and he doesn’t understand why yes won’t grace his tongue, the only thing an autistic man can do is ask the Ravens--and hope he can survive the word they give him in return.

Content Advisory: Mentions of ableism/abuse, assault, fantasy violence and wounds, along with an agender, aromantic person of colour being referred to as an insect and a brief discussion of the ways amatonormativity impacts aromantics in relationships with alloromantics.

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“It isn’t as funny as it sounds.” Akash perches on the foot of the bed, twisting his hair into a rough, tangled rope. “We finally had a day where all three of us were off work, so Ila went to the usual waterhouse and I walked Halima over to meet Ila for the first time. So when we arrive, Ila’s in the corner reading while some sparkling lout was trying to hit on hir, and Ila’s got that look where ze’s one minute away from using hir book to shove his nose up into his skull—”

“I wasn’t going to use my book. My palm.” Ila coughs and shakes hir head. “He was a client who doesn’t understand how to be a client. And won’t anywhere Mair knows about.”

Darius learnt the breadth of Mair’s contacts the day he overheard the Bully complaining that all the local houses had denied him entry. He doubts anyone desires the kind of man who beats up the divergent as a client, but never will Darius mention that he knows Mair put the word out. He’s grateful, though, to avoid the horror of his tormentors treading these safe hallways.

“Anyway, Ila stands, and just as the bloke puts his hand on hir arm, Froggy’s guards grab him and haul him off, shouting. Everyone else is dead silent, just watching.” Akash shudders; Darius doesn’t blame him. “They toss him out and close the door, and I don’t know what possessed Halima to mutter at my ear just then, but she sounded so loud. ‘Your lover’s the angry stick insect?’ The whole room had to have heard her!”

Darius isn’t sure how Ila resembles a stick insect, never mind an angry one, but he’s been subject to enough unflattering comparisons not to doubt the ridiculousness. “I’m sorry. That sounds … horrible.”

“Ila got that look again,” Akash says, his smile wide, “and I didn’t think; I just took Ila by the hand and led hir right out. Halima just stood there gaping as we walked past her, but it would’ve been fine if Froggy didn’t start clapping. You know what that crowd’s like; ze set everyone off! So of course I kissed Ila on the doorstep…”

“Forehead,” Ila says, “not lips.”

“… and after a minute or two, we left.” He shrugs, his brown eyes glinting; Darius can only assume that Akash, at least, didn’t stint in playing up to his audience. “I wrote her saying I’m not with anyone who talks that way about Ila and I want my necklace back, please. And she told me to take it to the Fetchers! I probably shouldn’t have kissed Ila in front of her and everyone else, though? That’s why she’s being so damn stubborn?”

Ila snorts. “Probably?”

“It takes two people to kiss, lover, and you didn’t try to stop me!”

“She called me an angry stick insect!” Ila draws a breath, but hir lips curl upwards. “And I was relieved that my partner … that he won’t put his romantic conquests before me. I still doubt. Not because of anything you’ve done. Just because the world makes romance more important than anything, or anyone, else. More than me.”

Even Darius recognises that hir words are not spoken to or for Akash.

Akash’s face stills. “Never.” He slides across the bed and settles himself against the pillows beside Darius, one arm looped around to rest on Ila’s shoulders, the other resting on Darius’s thigh where robe bares skin. “You’re mine. However you want or need me to be with you, you’re mine. I’d walk away from every other person in the world before you. Both of you.”

Ila lifts hir hand from Darius to snag hir fingers in Akash’s mane.

Darius just sits, tired, giddy, his eyes half closed, possessed of one word he can’t speak aloud.

This. Not Harlow. This.

A soft knock, again the six-beat rhythm used by most of the Ravens, sounds from the door. Darius, unsure what to do, jerks his head up and nods when both Akash and Ila look his way.

“Come in,” Akash calls, and his hand tightens on Darius’s leg when Mair, armed with a herbal-scented basket, slips in through the door. “Dari, please let Mair look? And stay here a few nights, at least until you’re not limping so much. Please. You’re not going over there when you’re hurt.”

Some silences struggle under the weight of revelations not meant for ordinary conversation.

Some silences shape a shared agreement so profound that words aren’t needed.

Nearly seven years ago, Darius walked down the street outside thinking that delivering a message for the Master meant dawdling his way into a couple of hours free of the school and its chorus of false smiles, only to hear a door slamming and Akash’s bare feet thudding into the dirt. What if he didn’t run outside after a magician who’d done little more than mumble two days earlier while replacing faded lighting spells? What if Akash didn’t insist on Mair’s looking at his injuries? What if Darius found nobody to offer sanctuary and a closeness encompassing more than his limited, childhood understanding of friendship?

Aromantic? Maybe, given time, he’ll know what parts of that gift he wishes to keep. Maybe right now it’s more important just to trust and cherish this wonder he has, kindness and closeness and safety. Maybe right now it’s enough to know that romance can’t give him something he already owns.

A loud, pitched humming echoes from Darius’s saddlebags.

“I don’t … I don’t want the belt to know what we talked before I … decide, but…” He flaps his right hand twice, throat tightening, thinking that this yes isn’t as difficult to speak. Not simple, but not as frightening or bewildering as Harlow’s question. “Can you let it out? Before it starts yelling? Last time it bellowed the rhyme about the dragon and the bridge thirteen times straight!”

Akash grins, squeezes Darius’s thigh, slides off the bed and heads for the saddlebags. Mair sets her basket on the bed, staring at his bloodstained, spell-scrawled bandage.

Where else can he go?

Where else offers this kind of love but the House of the Ravens?

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