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Held In Bondage

Steve turned the key in his front door, opened it, shut it behind him and locked it. He heaved a deep sigh of relief, finally, another work day done.

Amidst the amount of change going on in Steve's life recently, it was always good to get back to his new flat. He'd been there about a month now and whilst it wasn't quite looking like a home yet, at least it was his own space to get away from the world. Today had been a stressful day at work, but then retail often is. He'd been close to a panic attack but had managed to hold it together. He took off his coat, placing it on his coat stand and walked into his living room, flopping down on the sofa and looking at the ceiling and began to contemplate what to do with the evening.

Since moving out of his parents' home, he'd found he had a lot more freedom with his spare time, able to order takeaway without his mother scolding him on wasting his money, able to purchase things online without his father questioning him on what he'd got. It was heavenly. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through the apps, wondering where to order dinner from. Pizza Hut? Domino's? Failing that McDonald's was always cheaper. Whilst pondering food, he had a thought. Maybe he could order something other than food for the night, like a cute guy looking for a good night. He looked around and wondered about it. Why not? It was his home, it wasn't like he was bringing someone into his parents' house. Steve began to get excited at the idea and began searching dating apps. Hundreds of cute guys in his area! But eventually he decided to stop scrolling. What was he thinking? He'd never had sex before, it wasn't exactly something he'd ever been able to get any experience in. It was embarassing to think about it, but he was 30 and had never made it with a man let alone a woman. People told him he was sweet, but he'd never had the confidence to ask anyone out on a date. The more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a stupid idea. Not looking at the screen he locked his phone and decided to search his cupboards for some Pot Noodles.

After he'd prepared and eaten them, he heard a buzzing noise from in the hallway. He jumped at first, but realised it was the intercom. Probably one of the work friends coming to hang out with him. He hurried and picked up the receiver.

'Hello?' Steve asked.

'Hey, is this Steve?' asked a voice.

'Uh, yeah. Who's this?' he asked.

'Oh, you clicked on my Profile. Found your address and here I am!' the voice chuckled. Steve began to sweat, had he accidentally invited someone on one of the apps earlier without realising it?

'You gonna let me in?' asked the voice.

'Oh yeah, yeah sure. Come on up!' said Steve, pressing the button to unlock the door downstairs for the person. Steve hung up the receiver and began cursing himself.

'Why the fuck did you let them in?! You didn't even get a name! Shit!' he hissed through clenched teeth. He hurried through to his bathroom mirror, trying to smooth his hair over quickly, no time to change his clothes. His t-shirt and jeans would just have to do. He sprayed some deodrant over his body quick as he heard a knock at his door.

'Coming! Just a sec!' Steve shouted, looking at himself, taking a deep breath and nodding. He walked briskly through his hallway to his front door and swung it open.

Before him stood a person dressed from head to toe in a PVC bondage suit. Light shining off everything with gloves, boots, a mask. Not an inch of skin to be seen.

'Hey there man, nice to meet you!' said the guest, offering a hand to shake. Steve looked to it and shook it. The guest pulled him close to him and took a deep inhale.

'Mmm, Lynx Africa. Seems like someone sprayed in a hurry!' the guy chuckled, pulling back and slapping Steve heartily on the shoulder. Steve was lost for words.

'Well say something!' the guest insisted.

'You came over here dressed like that?' asked Steve, looking them up and down in surprise.

'Well sure it turns some heads, but it's kinda my deal' said the guest folding their arms, shrugging. Steve laughed nervously.

'So… do you have a name?' asked Steve.

'That all depends on you big man, what's your favourite name?' asked the guest.

'My favourite name?' asked Steve.

'Sure, like if you were getting railed what name would you want to be screaming?' asked the guest.

'Ben, I guess' said Steve.

'Ben, huh?' the guest asked.

'Yeah, I like the name Ben. Known plenty of Bens, they tend to be sweet guys' smiled Steve.

'Fair play then mate, call me Ben!' said the guest giving him two thumbs up.

'Alright, would you like to come in Ben?' asked Steve, beckoning to the front room.

'Thought you'd never ask Steve!' replied Ben, swaggering off down the hallway. Steve followed his guest. Ben looked around the front room.

'You been here long?' asked Ben.

'Only about a month' said Steve, chuckling.

'Figures. But at least you have a couch!' said Ben, walking over to the couch and sitting down, making himself at home.

'Umm, would you like a drink or something?' asked Steve, pointing to the fridge. Ben shook his head.

'Nah, I don't need to drink. Thanks for the offer. Come on and sit with me' said Ben, patting the seat next to him.

Steve gulped and made his way over to Ben. Sitting neatly beside him. Ben leaned in and put an arm over his shoulder.

'So, tell me about yourself Steve' said Ben, stroking Steve's shoulder.

'Aren't we meant to remain anonymous to eachother or something?' asked Steve.

'Well sure some people like to keep their private life secret. I like to get to know my clients so I can do my best. Go on and have a feel' said Ben, guiding Steve's hand to his chest. Steve could feel some very firm pecs under the bondage gear.

'Oh wow… do you work out?' asked Steve, turning to face him.

'Well I work some things alright!' chuckled Ben, moving his hand to stroke Steve's growing bulge. Steve began to laugh too.

'So are you a top or a bottom?' asked Ben, moving his hand to stroke Steve's thigh.

'Sorry?' asked Steve.

'When fucking. Do you like to fuck or be fucked?' asked Ben.

'Umm, actually I've never had sex before' said Steve looking away in embarassment.

'Untouched territory huh? That's ok' said Ben gently, placing his hand on Steve's jaw, moving his face to look back at him.

'It is?' asked Steve, trembling.

'Sure, every man has his first time at some point!' said Ben reassuringly. He held Steve's hand gently. Steve looked to the ceiling and exhaled, he wanted to cry from how embarassed he felt.

'Hey, hey come on mate. It's ok really!' said Ben stroking Steve's shoulders.

'Sorry, it's just you were probably expecting some nympho and you got The 30 Year Old Virgin' replied Steve. Ben giggled, but stopped shortly after.

'Steve, buddy. I know you must be feeling embarassed right now, but please try not to. I'm here to help you through it' said Ben, caressing Steve's cheek. Steve looked to Ben's mask, wondering what kind of beautiful man was behind it.

'Thanks Ben, I really appreciate you understanding' smiled Steve, at which Ben sharply nodded his head.

'Steve, do you trust me enough to make you a changed man?' asked Ben. Steve thought for a moment. Ben seemed willing enough to let him experiment, and he seemed friendly enough.

'Ok, I trust you Ben' smiled Steve.

'That's what I'm talking about Baby!' cried Ben, pulling Steve off the couch and into a tight embrace. Steve was enjoying the feeling of his chin against Ben's bondage-clad bosom.

'Well aren't you gonna cop a feel?' asked Ben, not letting Steve go.

'Cop what?' asked Steve.

'The bakery! I recommend the buns, they're nice!' insisted Ben. Steve understood what he meant and placed his hands on Ben's waist, sliding them down, he squeezed Ben's butt cheeks, firm and a lot to hold.

'Oh shit!' said Steve, surprised.

'Yes! An ass man after my own heart! Oh we're in for a good night!' laughed Ben, grabbing Steve's face and attempting to kiss him through the mask but wound up bumping him on the nose due to his mask's nozzle. The two looked at eachother for a moment, then burst out laughing. Steve was taken aback but he was loving Ben's energy. He took a moment to properly look at Ben, at how the suit was hugging his skin tightly, showing off his muscular build, his abs, his sharp jawline. He had everything Steve liked in a man.

'Are you ready to give this a go?' asked Ben. Steve nodded with a newfound confidence. He wanted to give Ben everything.

'Good, then I guess we should head to the bedroom. Giddy up!' laughed Ben, turning Steve around and smacking him on the ass. Steve began to laugh too and led the way.

On arriving in Steve's bedroom, Ben pushed Steve onto the bed and laid down on him, pinning him down. He took a good inhale of Steve's neck. Steve tried not to moan, this was so hot.

'Don't hold it in, moan if you've gotta' said Ben, grinding his crotch into Steve's. Steve held onto Ben's broad shoulders and began to gasp.

'Oh fuck yeah!' Steve moaned, biting his lower lip. He moved his hands to Ben's waist as he continued to gyrate him into the bed. Even fully clothed this felt amazing. Eventually Ben stopped and nodded.

'Alright, I'm ready' said Ben. Steve looked at him confused.

'I know you want to be inside me, I'm ready' said Ben. Steve wriggled out from under him and Ben proceeded to lay stomach down on the bed. Steve climbed back on and positioned himself over Ben's butt, excited to see who was under the plastic.

'I'll bet you're hot as fuck!' smiled Steve as he began to pull at the zip that started at Ben's neck and ended at his tailbone. Carefully zipping it down, the suit seemed to hiss. As the zipper slid further down, steam began to cloud out of the back, assailing Steve's senses. It felt warm and he could smell sweat and leather. He coughed and fanned the steam out of his face. Looking to the suit's opening expecting to see a man's back, there was nothing. The suit was hollow.

'What the hell?!' asked Steve aloud. The suit was completely empty, had he been tricked?

'Ben?!' asked Steve, looking around. He couldn't see anyone else in the room, just him and the suit.

'Maybe you should try it on!' Steve found himself thinking. He looked down at the suit and felt inside, it was warm and slippery, the texture did make him tingle a bit. He proceeded to remove his t-shirt, jeans, socks and boxers and pulled the bondage suit off the bed, climbing into it. Fitting the gloves, boots and mask on. Shortly after Steve felt a fresh wave of passion wash over him and he fell onto his bed. He gasped in surprise and then groaned. The suit was alive, he could feel it. It was squeezing and stretching him, kneading and pressing. At the same time he could feel something entering his ass, was the suit fucking him? Steve let out a scream of pleasure as the invisible force began to ride him.

'What - the - fuck - is - ha - ppe - ning?!' Steve yelled as he felt his body being compressed and moulded to fit the suit, edging closer to shooting his load.

'Just enjoy it Steve, it'll be ok!' said the suit in Ben's voice, continuing to thrust into him. Steve moaned and struggled to catch his breath.

'What does Ben look like to you Steve?' asked the suit. Steve closed his eyes and began to imagine a muscular man with dark hair and tattoos was fucking him, the kind of man he wanted to be fucked by. Steve smiled.

'Don't lose sight of him!' said the suit, continuing to fuck the cum out of Steve. He couldn't hold it back any longer and began ejaculating, crying out in pure pleasure. String after string as he imagined Ben's gorgeous face. Eventually the suit stopped and began to melt away, leaving Steve lying naked and sweaty on his bed. He turned over and groaned, aching.

'Fuck me, that was nice!' he said, wiping sweat off his forehead, chuckling. He looked at his hand, then his arm which he noticed was inked with patterns.

'Hold on…' he whispered, feeling his chest. Big pecs, abs, he looked down at his body. He gasped and hurried over to the mirror, being greeted by the man he'd just imagined, by… Ben!

'Is this… did I just become Ben?!' he asked. He felt his ass, big and firm. Yep, that was the same ass he'd felt not half an hour ago. And there was no denying his voice either.

'Oh shit! I'm Ben!' cried Ben, laughing.

'Or was Ben even real? Was I Ben all along? Did Ben and I become one person?' Ben asked. He looked to his bed, the suit had completely vanished leaving no trace of it ever having been there. The more he thought about it, the more he could only remember being Ben as far back as forever, filling his 20s with gym workouts and banging guys on the sly, moving out of his parents' place recently and working retail, spending some evenings as a PVC-clad sex maniac. Almost felt like two lives melded into one.

'Well whatever, gotta get some sleep. Work in the morning!' Ben chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. He turned his attention to a pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. The boxers read the name 'Steve'. Ben wondered who that could be. Couldn't say he knew many Steves. Must've been a client or something, probably a sweet guy. He must've left his stuff here.

'Ah well, if he needs his stuff he knows where I am!' Ben said, giving the t-shirt a sniff.

'Hmm, Lynx Africa. That's adorable!' he chuckled, smiling. Somehow it felt familiar.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*image from The Boys on Amazon Prime stills

Summary: This fills my #Sensory Deprivation square for @jacklesversebingo

Characters: Soldier Boy x female reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, blindfold, massage, D/s, power play, twist ending

Words: 1,800

Author’s notes: many thanks to @brrose-apothecary @talltalesandbedtimestories @sam-is-my-safe-word—without you three, I’d have shelved this thing. I might have to do a follow-up to this for Kasey bc our behind-the-scenes riffing cracks me the fuck up lollll

B.C.L. RED

Early on Saturday morning, her doorbell rings. No one so much as approaches her door without Ranger, the bodyguard assigned to her. Regardless, she peeks through the secure viewer before opening the door to her penthouse.

“Good morning,” she greets Ranger, and he silently nods in answer, handing her a small envelope.

She accepts, thanks him, and closes the door behind her. 

She flips the envelope over and picks at the oxblood wax seal over the flap until it pops open, then reaches inside to pull out a notecard, impressed with his handwriting.

“Be ready at 7:30 PM. Ranger will drive you.”

It’s been a month. She hasn’t kissed him, felt his touch, heard his voice—there hasn’t been so much as a phone call or text message in 30 days.

Her heart flutters and her skin ripples. She draws a deep breath to calm herself, then exhales before setting his note aside and heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

Hours later, after her shower, she emerges from her steam-filled bathroom, gently squeezing her hair dry, and stops in her tracks. 

On the foot of her bed is a sheer bra and panty set. They’re fairly plain other than the Swiss dotting—but they’re red.

“Whores wear red!” He bruised her lips, swiping his thumbs outward, smearing “Ruby Woo” from ear to ear, and ripped the cherry red PVC Versace dress in two as if it were tissue paper. His hand wrapped her throat as he yanked the garment from her shoulders, and threw it aside while pushing her to her knees. He was violent and reckless, and she’d never been so afraid of him.

She gasps at the recollection branded into her memory. Why would he send her something red after that? Her memory is blessedly derailed by the arrival of her hair and make-up artists, bursting into the room.

They blow out and roll her hair, prime her skin and make it up, then set everything with the appropriate spray. Two of the women begin to clean up as she slips into the bra and panties set, wondering what to wear over it. Then, out of nowhere, the third woman appears with a red silk cloak with black trim and a pair of ruby red stilettos.

“And here’s the icing on the cake.”

At 7:30, Ranger meets her at the door and escorts her to the parking garage. She tries to gain control of her heart rate as they chat amicably. Before helping her into the backseat of the town car, Ranger hands her a small unadorned box.  

“I’ve been instructed to assist you if needed.”

She shivers at the thought of exactly what type of gift he would allow Ranger to assist her with. When she opens the box, she almost laughs at the innocuous blindfold inside.

“I think I can handle it,” she sighs with relief, turning toward the open car. “I assume he wants it in place before we leave the garage?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She eagerly fits the black silk blindfold over her eyes, relaxing into the backseat. Ten minutes later, Ranger pulls into a parking garage and helps her out of the car. 

“There’s a step up here, ma’am, but once there, we’re directly in front of the elevator to the penthouse.”

She nods, and he ushers her inside the elevator car. Within moments, the doors open, and he’s there.

She can feel him, smell him, hear him move closer. Her heart races and her breath hitches.

It’s been so long.

“There she is.” His rich, rhythmic baritone and heavy, measured steps reverberate throughout her body, mind, and soul. “Thank you, Ranger. You can take the night off.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The door clicks softly behind her, and then the room is quiet. She stands still and waits.

For several moments, she waits.

Finally, he draws a slow deep breath and then exhales as his boots shift against the marble floor and begin to beat a circular path around her. His scrutiny weighs heavy in the air, landing on her shoulders, wrapping her arms, hips, and thighs. She’s quaking inside, uncertain, and powerless. 

“Do you have any idea the hold you have over me?” he asks.

She remains unmoving and wordless.

“I can have any woman I want, any time. And yet...” He stops in front of her and sighs. “Did you miss me, princess?”

She opens and closes her mouth like she’s chewing on the words that she can’t say.

“Answer.” The heat from his skin washes over her breastbone and bare shoulders as he pushes her heavy cloak to the floor.

“Yes, sir,” her voice cracks just above a whisper.

“Do you like your presents?” he asks with a lilt of amusement in the depth of his voice. 

Her heart skips, but she tries to remain present.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.”

Then, he touches her—both hands scooping and cradling her jaw, he tilts her face and dips in to kiss her. His mouth is warm, and his lips are firm, his movements sure and smooth. She whimpers, her fingers itching and her gut clenching.

“You can touch me,” he mutters against her lips with a chuckle. “Let’s catch up a little, huh?”

She sighs and leans into him, pushing her fingers into his hair, running one hand up over his chest and around the back of his neck. He kisses her as he lifts her, encouraging her legs around his waist, as he moves to a plush sofa across the large room. 

“Do whatever you need to do to get comfortable,” he instructs, brushing his thumbs across her nipples and pressing kisses along the column of her throat.

Her brain is thrown into overdrive because she needs a lot of things, and never once has he cared to ask or discuss them. She shifts under him, wanting friction, to get closer.

He groans, pulling at the backs of her knees and slotting his hips between her open thighs, rolling one sheer silk-covered nipple between a thumb and forefinger and taking over the other with his mouth. 

“Fucking beautiful tits.” He licks and nibbles, and her body heats from the tips of her ears to her toes. 

She arches her neck and back, reveling in his praise, and his mouth and hands on every inch of her body. He kisses her skin, licks her nipples, and grips her thighs tightly as he ruts into her. She’s so wet and needy, she can smell herself. She wonders if he can smell her, too, as she hooks her hands over his shoulders and leverages herself to grind against him.

“Let’s get rid of this,” he murmurs, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside before burying his face between her breasts.

He is so good with his mouth and hands that she’s afraid she’ll come before he’s given her the rules for the night. He pinches and slowly twists her nipple as he burrows the hard bulge in his pants into the sodden silk covering her aching cunt.

“Tonight you can come whenever you want. And, I know you want to; I can smell how much you want to, but I’ve got plans.”

He hauls her to her feet before taking her mouth in another savage kiss.

“Fuck,” he sneers, twisting the back of her hair in his hand to give himself something to hold onto as he pulls away and leads her to the bedroom. “I canceled your scheduled massage today because I want to do it. Make sure it gets done right.”

He spins and lifts her onto the massage table. She inhales the fresh scent of eucalyptus, spring greens, and peppermint, and relaxes her shoulders.

“Lie back,” he murmurs, dragging thick, heavy fingers from her rib cage to her hips.

She silently obeys, and he caresses her calves and ankles on his way to remove her stilettos. She squirms from the way the damp silk feels between her legs as it cools.

“Should I-” she begins, then clamps her mouth shut. 

He chuckles as he curls his fingers around the string of her thong to pull them over her hips and off. “Allow me.”

Once her thong is gone, he’s covering her up to her neck with a warm, luxurious sheet. 

“You know,” he runs his big hands over the sheet, across her shoulders, and down her arms, gently squeezing along the way. “You’re fascinating. And infuriating.”

She is perplexed by his shift since she saw him last. Is he finally coming to think of her as someone he might love?

He retrieves a bottle of massage oil and dispenses an ample amount in his palm then rubs his hands together to warm them. “Just relax.”

He slides his hands under her neck and tucks his thumbs at the base of her skull then grips each hinge of her jaw with his pointer and middle fingers. When he presses and slides his middle fingers along the undersides of her jaw, tilting her chin toward the ceiling with his thumbs anchoring her cervical spine, the tension breaks. 

She moans loud and long, and he chuckles.

“There you go, baby girl. Let it out.” 

He slowly manipulates her neck and upper spine, loosening her jaw and shoulders, and working his way down her chest. Before moving further down her body, he pumps more oil into his hand then skates his hand under the sheet to cup her upper rib cage and gently lift, flexing her thoracic---

“What the fuck is this?!” Soldier Boy flicks the script in his hand like it’s a gnat.

“This kinda thing is trending in media.” Legend raises a hand in defense.

“What’s trending? Acting like a pussy?” Soldier Boy looks back down at the script. “What’s this, ‘do you have any idea the hold you have over me?’ bullshit?”

“Power Play in romance is very popular right now.”

“Romance.” America’s first hero scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Jesus. ‘You can touch me’?! What is this girl, twenty-six-years-old? Does she need a chaperone, too?”

He stands and begins to pace.

“They’re looking at Florence Pugh for the role.”

“What about Jane Fonda? She may be a commie but at least she’s hot—and doesn’t need to be told when to touch someone.”

“This isn’t a vehicle for a woman her age.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.” Soldier Boy tosses the script across the room like a frisbee. “I founded Herogasm, ya know; this is not how this shit works.”

Legend sighs and massages his temples. “Ben...”

“Get Stan Edgar on the phone!” The supe shouts and the Ashleys scatter in a flurry of ‘yes, sirs’. “Should’ve stuck to ‘whores wear red’; at least that was compelling.”

Soldier Boy lights a joint as Legend quietly mutters to himself that he’s too old “for this shit.”

The supe exhales. “You can say that again.”

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dragon's hoard excerpt...

My first ever WIP Wednesday!

This is part of a prequel to ‘Dragon’s Treasure’ (E-rated and churned out for monster-f**cker May so dead dove warning for monster sex etc!) Absolute zero pressure tags for @medusapelagia and @sidekick-hero, who asked about this one weeks ago… before it got totally postponed by monster may and the more-E-rated-than-originally planned sequel! ETA: fic now posted here

…

Steve really wished Eddie would stop disappearing into dark corners of the cave, so he could at least enjoy looking at that skin-tight-PVC-clad butt. “Look, man, I think you’ve got a problem with the hoarding. We’ve all been a little tense since we, uh, saved the world, and—”

“I’m not tense. You need to relax, Honey. You’re gonna love it here, as much as I do.”

“Whatever.” Steve was relieved that Eddie was finally throwing attention onto him, stalking over. “Can we make out already?”

“Sure thing.” Eddie slid a hand to the small of Steve’s back. Steve looped his arms around Eddie, and their mouths clashed in a kiss.

Soon, Steve twisted his fists in Eddie’s hair, mashing them ever closer. Meanwhile, Eddie shoved his hand down the back of Steve’s pants, grabbed the meat of his ass, and squeezed till the flesh sang.

Yeah, Steve was loving it. He worked the kiss till his jaw ached. Christ, Eddie made him feel… Okay, totally turned on, but also softer somehow, more relaxed, even as other parts of him grew rock-hard. And that feeling, which rushed upon him, was as weird and alien as this crazy place. Eddie was right. Steve had been wired and edgy for so damn long…

…and then Steve stopped thinking, because the kiss was mind-blowing. Eddie backed him up against the bars that stretched across the entire width of the cave. He thrust a knee up between Steve’s leg, scrubbing roughly.

Jesus… Yes… There… Oh God! 

Steve was totally losing it. He scarcely noticed that a door in the bars had swung open, and that Eddie backed him through. When they finally broke apart, Steve was breathless, dizzy. He tasted copper, realized his lip bled. He still couldn’t rip his eyes from Eddie, who licked a smudge of Steve’s blood from his own mouth.

That should not be this hot.

“Didn’t mean to hurt you, Babe,” said Eddie. “You okay there?”

“Never better.” Steve shrugged. Meanwhile, Eddie unwound his arms from Steve, took a step back. Cool as ice, he shut the barred door between them, and snapped a padlock closed. 

“What the...?” 

The reality of the situation splashed into Steve, like a bucket of water waking him from a freaky—okay, also smokin’ hot—dream. He shoved his fist through the bars, grabbed the front of Eddie’s t-shirt: “What the hell you playing at, Munson?”

“Just wanted to see how you look. In my lil’ den. With the rest of my pretty stash.”

“Open the goddamn door.” Steve’s voice sounded strange, small. “This real t-twisted shit.” Why was he stammering? He gritted his teeth. “I’ll punch you so hard! This is beyond a joke, man.”

Eddie reached through the bars, grazed his knuckles down the shallow stubble on Steve’s cheek. “Shhhhhssssss.”

The sound trailed off into a hiss, and Steve was… Shit, he didn’t want to fight. He’d still gotten a hold of Eddie’s t-shirt and his fist trembled.

“You’re safe here,” murmured Eddie. “You’ll be safe here at last. I promise you, Steve. I promise.”

Steve’s grip on Eddie loosened and his arm fell away. He should be punching Eddie, grabbing the key, running from this place like he’d got a demogorgon was on his tail. 

He wasn’t.

ETA: fic now posted here

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Grimmmm! I hope you’ve had a lovely dayyyyy! *holds hands out like a poor schoolboy in need of loose change* Pretty please will you share Barty’s kinks with the class please..? 🎤

hello mic anon i see you've left me a couple of requests. im very pleased with this. i always have fun answering your questions. you're so nice its adorable

well my version of barty (which is a non canon version btw) is still being fleshed out so i had to rlly think about this but i think i came up with a pretty extensive list lol

any type of asphyxiation. like not just choking but genuinely feeling like he's about to pass out eyes rolling back and then you release. like the ultimate edging. he also does that auto-erotic asphyxiation shit, yknow tie a belt to a door knob and go to town

power play. like 24/7 power play. like him controlling every aspect of someone's pleasure. telling them when they can come and such. roleplay too. any "play". he likes to be the one to control mostly, until he meets evan. evan is always the exception forreal

any type of control like breath control, orgasm control, orgasm denial, sensory deprivation, etc

fake kidnapping. he likes to do the kidnapping.

bloodplay obviously

exhibitionism and voyeurism

he loves recording himself having sex and re-watching it

he likes to get pissed on by evan for sure. just evan though.

knife play

rubber and PVC stuff. he likes the slick feeling of those materials on his skin

trampling. like being stuck under someones foot or shoe

he loves a good creampie lmfao

there's probs more but yeah those are the ones i could think of off the top of my head

[alien-hybreed]

THAT'S A WRAP

In almost every reality, a bitter rivalry exists between Captain Meteor and the sometimes villain, sometimes anti-Hero known as Sabre Wulf. In almost every reality, the two women are repulsed by any suggestion there could be sexual tension between them.

But what about the reality where that changes? What if during an attempt to rob a museum, an accident were to bring them together...

The car alarm wailed and honked as Captain Meteor crashed shoulder first into the driver's side door. She growled as she picked herself up, incensed by the tormenting cackle of her adversary.

"Watch your step, Captain!" Chided Sabre Wulf from the middle of the road as she spun her blades into a striking position. Captain Meteor shot through the air towards her, fists held in front of her. Sabre wulf spun to the side, dodging her, same as before. Immediately Captain Meteor turned in mid-air, redirecting her momentum into a roundhouse kick that could have shattered concrete. Instead her leg sailed through the air. Sabre Wulf had anticipated the counter and backflipped out of the way with a dry chuckle.

"Oh Captain, my Captain. Don't you ever get tired being so predictable?" Teased the armoured villainess. With a flick of her wrist, she threw one of her swords at Captain Meteor's head before lunging forward to slash with the other, her free hand unsheathing a third sword and swinging it to create a scissoring motion. Captain Meteor batted the thrown sword aside and flew backwards into the air to dodge Sabre Wulf's attacks. Captain Meteor felt a cool breeze where her forearm should have been covered by the black pvc of her glove. At a glance, she could see that material was torn open, a thin bloody graze on the skin beneath it. She bared her teeth and snarled.

With a mere thought, a bolt of flaming energy coalesced around Captain Meteor's outstretched hand and shot through the air towards Sabre Wulf. Then another and another as she raised her other arm, launching a volley of blasts as Sabre Wulf cartwheeled out of harm's way.

"I dunno, don't you ever get tired of being you?" Scoffed Captain Meteor, rushing in to tackle Sabre Wulf. Anger made her reckless, less reserved. Without making the effort to restrain her tremendous powers, she was to fast for the sword fighter. Heating her off the ground, Captain Meteor carried Sabre Wulf several feet through the air before suplexing her into the hood of a parked car with a resounding crunch.

Sabre Wulf wheezed, dropping both her swords as she rolled off the car with a thump. Captain Meteor's hand went to her mouth as she tried not to gasp. Her adversary was trembling, her legs weren't working. Had she been so careless that she'd broken Sabre Wulf's back?

"Oh. Oh my God! I'm so sorry, I got so carried away I didn't mean..." stammered the young heroine, gently floating down to land beside the stricken villainess. "Can you get up? Do you, I dunno, need an ambulance?" She was moving so slowly, taking great care to not threaten or touch Sabre Wulf for fear of doing any more harm than she already had. Caution made her slow, concern let her guard down. When Sabre Wulf moved, she couldn't react fast enough.

With a furious roar, Sabre Wulf leapt to her feet, her right hand outstretched, brandishing a large, serpentine statue carved from black marble. She shouted something in a language Captain Meteor couldn't understand. There was a loud bang and a brilliant flash as the statue exploded into dust. Captain Meteor's world went dark, her vision almost instantly gone as she fell to her knees with a scream. In a fraction of a second, she felt her blood run cold, her body temperature dipping low than she had ever known. Then there was nothing. * * *

"...Cap! Captain! Oh my God, what are you doing!?"

The shouting brought Hayley back to full consciousness in an instant. Her eyes wide with fear as sight and sensation rushed back to her. She was in the middle of the street. The voice was one of the other Protectors. Paladin, maybe? She was still in her Captain Meteor costume, on her knees, hunched over something... there was warmth in her mouth. Slick, with a coppery tang as it pooled around her lips...

She gasped as she unclench her jaw, releasing Sabre Wulf's throat. Her adversary was limp in her arms, breathing, groaning softly as she began to wake. Blood welling from a pair of neat puncture wounds on her neck. "CAPTAIN!" cried out Paladin as they flew in close, landing on the road beside them, hands cautiously outstretched. There were dozens of people watching, phones raised, cameras clicking. Tears welled in Hayley's eyes as panic set in.

"What... what happen..." she sputtered, disgusted by herself as her tongue hungrily lapped at the blood dripping from her lips, she couldn't help it.

"Take it easy, we can figure this out..." assured Paladin, holding a hand out for his beleaguered team mate. At that, Sabre Wulf arched her back and moaned, tilting her head to further expose her neck. Hayley felt something stir in her, a voracious, sensual hunger that flushed her body with warmth. She frowned, trying to shut the impulse out. With a scream, she dropped Sabre Wulf and leapt into the air, rocketing away fast enough to break the sound barrier.

The gathered crowd gasped and muttered. Paladin knelt down to staunch the wound on Sabre Wulf's neck only to find that she too, had disappeared in a hurry...

* * * "Thought I might find you here" chirped The Recluse as he backflipped onto the rooftop, landing next to Captain Meteor where she sat on the ledge, staring down at the city below.

"Lucky me" groaned Captain Meteor, refusing to look at the spider-themed hero.

"So... do you wanna talk about it?" He offered meekly. Hayley rolled her eyes and huffed.

"What's there to tell? I blacked out and woke up with a mouthful of Sabre Wulf" she grimaced at the end of her retort. She'd been desperately trying to push the memory from her mind, yet it persisted in vivid detail.

"Yeah... the press is having a field day with that" replied Recluse. Hayley let out an exasperated sigh.

"Don't show me, I don't wanna know..." she groaned as Recluse slowly moved to put his phone away. Instantly regretting how quick he was to try and show her.

"Actually..." murmured Captain Meteor, looking over to the spider-themed hero. He cautiously turned his phone around to face her sensing her change of heart. LOVERS QUARREL ENDANGERS MAIN STREET -read the headline on News Central, the picture just beneath it showed Captain Meteor burying her face in Sabre Wulf's neck. Most shocking was the look on Sabre Wulf's face. Not terror, surprise, pain or anything else Hayley expected to see on her rival. No, Sabre Wulf appeared to be crying out in ecstasy. With no sign of the bite or any blood, the way Sabre Wulf's hands clutched at the Captain's shoulders - it made the image seem borderline pornographic. Hayley was revolted, screwing her face up and looking away to resume staring out across the city.

"Yeah... I'd stay well away from the comments section if I were you." Mumbled Recluse.

"I'm waiting for the bit where you make it funny, Spider" replied Captain Meteor with a mournful quiver in her voice. How was she supposed to come back from this? But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

"What? No, I was genuinely here to cheer you up?" Exclaimed Recluse, clutching at imaginary pearls in feigned shock. There it was, that classic melodrama humour he was known for. Hayley laughed a little, cracking a smile as she closed her eyes. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

"There she is. Oh Captain, my Captain" chortled the Recluse as he shuffled closer towards her.

"Tsk... I haven't been 'your' Captain for quite some time Matt" Scoffed Captain Meteor.

"We could at least fix that?" Offered Recluse, gently putting his arm around her waist. Captain Meteor let out a sigh, relaxing her shoulders as she turned to face him. It had been a year since they broke up. She'd enjoyed their little fling, he just lacked the devotion she wanted. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face... Right now though, she just wanted a distraction, to feel anything good.

She leaned into it, her gloved hands instinctively moving for where she knew she could roll his mask up and get to his mouth. She was pulling him close out of habit but he was practically launching himself at her. The hand around her waist pulling her up to him, his right hand had snapped to her chest, softly squeezing at her breast as their lips smacked against one another. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

Hayley groaned, this wasn't enough. The thought of Sabre Wulf under her, the taste of her blood, the look on her face. It was still at the forefront of her mind, replaying over and over. So she kissed Recluse harder, grinding her hips against his. She could feel his cock swelling against her. She had missed that the most. It was a good size and Recluse certainly knew how to use it. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

He was enthusiastically biting and licking her neck, his tongue writhing against her as she groaned again. His hand had slipped through the arm hole of her suit and was furiously working at her left tit. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

"Woah. No. Sorry. Stop... this... this isn't what I uh need. Not right now" stammered Hayley between breaths, firmly pushing the Recluse away as she sat up.

"Oh God was it the neck thing? I'm so sorry, I didn't even think!" Implored Recluse as he pulled away from her. The look on Sabre Wulf's face... The look on Sabre Wulf's face...

"No, it's not... my head... I just need some space..." protested Hayley, frantically stuffing her breast back into her suit as she began gliding backwards into the air, away from Recluse. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face... She clutched her head and winced before taking off into the night like a shooting star.

"Some other time then...?" Recluse shouted after her before slumping with a defeated sigh. For a moment he tapped his fingers on the ledge before whipping out his phone, opening a text to Sureshot the archer and typing 'hey you up?' followed by a winky face and a smiling, horned devil emoji.

* * *

Samantha Worgen adjusted the high collar of her trench coat as she stepped out of the corner store. The bite marks on her throat were almost completely healed already thanks to her superhumanly fast metabolism, but she didn't want to draw attention to such an oddly specific injury. Especially when she was plastered all over the news, receiving it in her costume. The worst part of the injury was that it meant she now needed to eat an absurd amount of food to offset the blood loss and regeneration. Hence why she had two shopping bags crammed full of sausage meat and taters tots. Thoroughly undignified for a woman of her standing. That was almost as bad as the fact that her nemesis was responsible. Just thinking about that ditzy, blonde haired klutz of a Superhero made her blood boil.

The thought of Captain Meteor sent an image of her flashing through Samantha's mind. She could see the heroine's shiny black gloves gliding over the swell of her breasts, up her neck and teasing along her lips and tongue. Samantha gasped and stumbled, almost dropping her groceries. She looked around, scowling at the passersby that tutted at her and whispered to one another.

What was that? That was no mere intrusive thought, it was so vivid she could almost feel the latex on her own skin. She breathed heavily as she broke into a brisk stride. She couldn't afford to make a scene, not like this, not today of all days.

Again she saw her for a moment. Floating in the night sky, throwing her head back and crying out with an orgasmic moan. Samantha grit her teeth and grunted, picking up her pace as if she could outrun these hallucinations. She bulldozed through the surrounding pedestrians, shouldering anyone who didn't step out of her way in time. She gasped and fell to her knees as another image of Captain Meteor flashed through her consciousness. The Captain's hands were raking up along the exposed flesh of her thighs to tug at the bottom of of her one piece bodysuit.

Samantha puffed and panted as she struggled to pull herself off the ground. People were beginning to stare, some had their phones out. No ambulances, she couldn't risk even a blood test - they'd almost immediately spot the irregularities that made her Superhuman, then her secret identity would be completely blown.

"I'm fine! Fine! Just fine! Just need to get home!" She barked as she hopped up and resumed storming along the footpath in a huff. Her neck had begun to ache again. She made it down two blocks before she was hit with another vision. By that point the pain in her neck felt like she was being bitten again. Collapsing onto her side  her face contorted into a grimace as she imagined Captain Meteor beckoning her to move forwards, her eyes looked warm and inviting, her lips red and full. It was unreasonable how pretty she was. That had always agitated Samantha but in that moment, there was a warmth to the imaginary invitation.

As the vision subsided, she opened her eyes and looked around. This wasn't her neighbourhood, why was she here? This was the opposite direction to her home? She was groggy as she pulled herself and staggered onwards. The pain in her neck was enough to make a regular human black out.

Then she heard it. A soft, ragged breath. Somehow amongst all the sounds of the city, the cars, the people, she heard Captain Meteor sigh. Feeling compelled to do so, Samantha turned to look to her right down a nearby alleyway. Her breath caught in her throat and her hands snapped open, dropping her grocery bags and spilling their contents over the footpath. Her eyes were wide and her lip trembled as her legs began to carry her into the alleyway.

Captain Meteor was there, hovering two feet above the ground. Except something wasn't quite right. Her stance was different, rigid and tense, her face devoid of its usual cheerful disposition. Her eyes glowed a soft orange as they hungrily stared out from behind her black domino mask.

"Wh-what is this. What's happening?" Stammered Samantha as she came to a stop within arms reach of the Superhero. For the first time in her life, Samantha Worgen felt legitimately threatened by her rival. Captain Meteor simply cracked her lips and let out a long low hiss, gliding down towards Samantha.

"Did you drug me? What the fuck have you done?" Stammered Samamtha. She wanted to turn and run, flee, yet her feet seemed rooted to the spot. Her breath caught in her lungs as Captain Meteor reached out to touch her, gloved hands hovering inches from her waist and cheek. The superheroine's mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out and thicknwith saliva as she stared hungrily into Samantha's eyes. She could feel herself softening, leaning forward and opening her mouth in anticipation of a kiss. Their lips met and Samantha felt every ounce of tension leave her body.

The pain in her neck was subsiding as she relaxed into the Captain's embrace. Her hands lightly traced their way down the Captain's sides to rest on her hips. Samantha moaned into the Captain's mouth as their tongues swirled around one another, Samantha's relenting as she allowed the Captain to press towards her throat. It was unlike her to be so submissive but in this moment, it was bliss.

Several moments later, Captain Meteor seized the back of her head and tilted it aside. Samantha moaned, gently bumping her hips against the bare skin of the Captain's thigh. She could feel her breath on her neck, her teeth lightly grazing her flesh. Samantha's heart fluttered as the Captain's canines pricked at her neck. Those teeth were almost as sharp as her own. This had been agonising early, so why was she now thrilled to experience it again?

"Ohhhh... Captain... my Captain..." she purred, squirming in anticipation. But the bite never came. Captain Meteor trembled, slowly releasing her grip as she began rapidly blinking.

"What the... where am..." she groaned, sluggishly looking around as if she had just woke up. Samantha stepped back, her legs suddenly working once again. Captain Meteor's attention snapped to the woman in front of her, her brows noticeably furrowed beneath her mask as she stared at pretty woman in the long, brown trenchcoat. The height, her figure, the enormous mane of ash-blonde hair and the exagerrated canines in her gaping mouth... Samantha was nervously shaking her head and whispering 'no, don't' before Captain Meteor even spoke.

"... Sabre Wulf!?" She seemed hurt, confused, conflicted as the words left her mouth. Was she still feeling the same warmth, the same pull to resume making out like Samantha was? "What... what have you done to me?"

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Barked Samantha with a ferocious growl. At that, she turned and fled. Jogging from the alleyway, she grabbed what little of her groceries she could easily carry and sprinted in the direction of her home. Frequently she looked over her shoulders, expecting to see Earth's mightiest Protector shooting through the air towards her, but there was only the night and the city. Her rival was nowhere to be seen, but that kiss... that kiss would haunt her until their paths crossed again...

* * *

"Someone's been up laaaaaAaate" chirped Gloria Grant, Star journalist at Central News, Captain Meteor sceptic and room-mate of one Hayley Drummond, otherwise known as Captain Meteor.

"You could say that" groaned Hayley, her head resting on their dining room table. Swathed in blankets, Gloria couldn't see she was still in her Captain Meteor costume. This was especially vital as Gloria didn't know that the costumed crusader she despised was in fact her high school bestie and long-term room-mate.

"So... who's the lucky guy?" Sang Gloria while filling her cereal bowl before coming to sit opposite Hayley.

"Or girl. I know that wasn't a phase for ya" added the reporter. Hayley briefly lifted her face to look at Gloria, scrunched her features into what could be best translated as 'I don't know, wtf?' and dropped her head back onto the table.

"Smooth Grant. Real smooth. Pulling many pullitzers with that?" Grunted Hayley

"Look. I just got my hopes up. Y'know? Cos you've been. In such a funk. I mean, truly. You are not yourself the last month. Not since whatsisname? Cos we both know the best version of Hayley D is the one getting plenty of Vitamin D amiright?" Babbled Gloria between mouthfuls of cereal. That she was able to do both so quickly was almost as impressive as what she was saying was offensive. Hayley simply sighed and said no more. Gloria looked her friend over before changing her approach. Reaching across the table, she have Hayley's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Babes, I'm just trying to say... I want you to be happy. I'm sorry if it's a bit much, me getting all excited if something exciting is happening to you y'know? I've never been anything but straight with you" At that, Gloria paused for a well-rehearsed response that didn't come.

"Not even doing your 'but I'm everyone's type' line? Yeesh." Sighed Gloria as she stood up, took her bag and headed for the door. Hayley knew her friend meant well, she just didn't understand. How could she? "Well whatever it is, just make sure you're happy, yeah?" Offered Gloria as she left the apartment, but not before offering one final piece of advice "Oh an maybe sit in the for a while babe, your hands are so cold!"

* * *

Hayley spent the whole day at home, as uneventful as possible. She had muted her phone by 9:30am and switched it off entirely by 10am. The constant deluge of texts and missed calls from her fellow superheroes was far too overwhelming. She couldn't ignore them forever, but she could avoid them for today.

At first she spent a few hours on her sofa, shivering in the dark. She knew she should go get changed into her civilian clothes or at least get some sleep. That was easier said than done, she was preoccupied doing everything in her power to not think about yesterday, Sabre Wulf or the terrible itch clawing at her insides. Making out with Recluse seemed to trigger or intensify whatever was urging her to seek out Sabre Wulf and throw herself at her. She didn't want that, so she did her best to not dwell on how badly she wanted to get off.

Gloria was right about one thing though. Hayley was freezing and the sun was genuinely the perfect cure for it. Pulling back the shades, the direct sunlight was warm and comforting from the moment it touched her skin. Hayley couldn't remember ever feeling so energised by it before. At first she was content to just sit by the windows, basking in it. Eventually she shed her blankets and then her costume, sprawling naked on her floor in the sunlight.

For hours, Hayley lay there and pondered. What was that stone idol Sabre Wulf had pointed at her and why would it explode like that? Could it have been magical? She was aware that was a possibility, there were at least two Wizards amongst the Protectors. But the look on Sabre Wulf's face... No. Not again. She wouldn't fall down that rabbit hole. She balled her fists, spread her arms out and instead focussed on song lyrics or what she'd have to eat. The more the sunlight woke her up, the more she realised how hungry she was.

At first she went to cook herself a steak, she craved meat. Rare and juicy. But the longer she sat with that thought... the look on Sabre Wulf's face... No. Donuts and salad. Nothing about that was reminiscent of yesterday. Throwing on a bathrobe she set about making her lunch - if it could be called that.

By about 5pm, exhaustion Waa rapidly catching up to her. Even her superhuman form had limits and she already felt so drained. After a binge of snacking on anything but meat and a few more hours in the sun, she was feeling light headed and dozy. Stumbling over to her room, she collapsed face first onto her bed - fast asleep before she even hit the pillows. Hayley's dreams were anything but peaceful.

* * *

Hayley kept tossing and turning, shivering without the light of the sun, groaning loudly and often as she dreamed vividly. She saw Sabre Wulf strutting towards her, slowly taking her armour off, piece by piece until she was peeling her undersuit off. Her face looked vacant, like she was drugged or hypnotised. She called Hayley 'Master' as she got down on her knees. Hayley liked that. She reached out, her gloved hand seizing a fistful of Sabre Wulf's hair and pressing her face against Hayley's exposed crotch. Sabre Wulf kissed and licked as Hayley commanded her to eat. She began to notice the shiny black surface of her gloves was actually textured, bumpy and segmented like the scales of a snake or lizard. In her dream, this didn't bother her.

Hayley hissed as her legs wriggled beneath her, except it wasn't her legs. At least not anymore. An enormous black scaled tail thrashed where her legs should be. Sabre Wulf was now facing away from her, head down, ass pointed up in the air as she presented herself to her master. Hayley growled, lunging forward to seize her ass cheeks and plunge her long, forked tongue into Sabre Wulf's sloppy, wet cunt. She was delicious. Warm and salty as she howled and clutched at the bed sheets beneath them.

Next thing Hayley knew, she was behind Sabre Wulf. A pair of thick, ribbed cocks swelling up and poking out from within her vagina. She hissed again as they slid into Sabre Wulf.

"Oooh... yes Master... yes... make me yours. I am yours Master." Sabre Wulf growled softly, turning to face Hayley. As she did, Hayley saw her eyes were now a pair of bright yellow orbs with thin irises like a reptile. Shiny black scales were around her her cheeks and neck, her ash-blonde hair was now jet black.

"Mmmmasssster..." she hisses, baring her fangs and forked tongue as she climaxed hard.

* * *

Samantha woke with a start. The clock next to her read 5:27 am. Her breathing began to slow as she steadied herself. Trying to process what was going through her mind, she tried to recall what her dream entailed. She knew Captain Meteor was there, but something was off, different. Like the way she had appeared that night in the alleyway, but something else too that Sabre Wulf just couldn't quite recall.

Samantha closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. She was cold, clammy and must have sweated a bucket from how damp her t-shirt and shorts were. There was something else, something sticky and thicker around her crotch...

Poking at her shorts and testing the residue on her fingers, Samantha whimpered as he prised her shorts off to look at the trail of milky white cum dripping from her slit.

"What the fuck is happening to me!?" She whispered through ragged breaths, hands trembling as she choked back an agonised sob.

* * *

Captain Meteor shot through the sky like her namesake, streams of orange and yellow energy trailing behind her as she raced for the downturn museum. It was mid-morning the next day and as soon as she'd turned her TV on, she was hit with a live news report. Sabre Wulf robbing the museum again.

Hayley wasted no time. On her feet and suited up in little over a minute, she took off from her balcony. Flying in the daylight, she felt that same comforting, energising sensation from the sun. She rarely felt anything less than super but today? In the sun she felt faster and stronger than ever. It was time to settle this and put Sabre Wulf down hard. Then the Protectors could force her to undo whatever that statue had done to her.

"SABRE WULF!" She screamed as she rocketed through the museum's skylight, creating a seven foot wide impact crater as she landed on the tiled floor. "COME OUT AND FACE ME, BITCH!"

"Hair of the dog that bit you, Captain?" Chuckled the husky voice of Sabre Wulf as she strode out from the ancient Greece exhibit. She had a high tech longsword in one hand a katana in the other. "You didn't honestly come all this way to embarrass yourself again did you?"

Captain Meteor roared with defiance, jumping into the air and rushing at Sabre Wulf. The canine villain blocked Captain Meteor's punch with the longsword, leaving her frozen in mid air for a moment. She smirked and swung her Katana, narrowly missing Captain Meteor wh did a backflip to move out of reach. Captain Meteor retaliated by firing a bolt of Cosmic energy that scorched the ground where Sabre Wulf had stood. She was lightning fast, sprinting out wide around Captain Meteor, bobbing and weaving through the exhibit pieces as bolts of energy rained down around her. Captain Meteor almost admired the skill that took.

With several grunts, Sabre Wulf rapidly scaled a statue, using her swords like rock picks before diving off the statue, drawing a fresh sword from a scabbard on her back - leaving the other two in the statue. Captain Meteor flew at her, batting the sword aside while taking care to avoid its edge. In one fluid motion, she brought her leg up into a roundhouse kick that swatted Sabre Wulf from the air and sent her skidding along the floor.

"What are you even here for?" Called out Captain Meteor, landing beside Sabre Wulf, already throwing punches as she sprang to her feet just in time to dodge and parry fists that could shatter concrete. "Didn't get what you were after last time?"

"Actually I fancied a spot of light reading!" Was Sabre Wulf's retort "You should try it some time!" Sabre Wulf was back on the offensive, turning a block into a counter as she slipped her arm around Captain Meteor's and caught her with a vicious right hook. Captain Meteor growled, a deep rumble as she bared her teeth and threw a powerful left hook straight back at Sabre Wulf. So used to baiting her into indecision with their banter, Sabre Wulf hadn't anticipated such a swift, brute force retaliation. The blow caught her helmet. A terrible clang and snap rang through the air. Sabre Wulf slammed into the ground, pieces of her shattered helmet whizzing through the air and clattering across the room from. The sheer force of the impact.

"Oh God! Oh God I've done it again!" Gasped Captain Meteor, diving after Sabre Wulf. Picking her adversary, she took great care to support her head, cradling it one hand so as not to disturb it if she'd broken her neck.

Sabre Wulf groaned, coughing as blood poured from her nose and mouth. Captain Meteor's heart was racing. And not just because she was terrified she had just killed someone. She recognised her face. It was her, the woman in the coat from the alleyway.

"Are-are you ok? Can you hear me?" She whispered.

"You... hit like a girl..." Scoffed Sabre Wulf through a mouthful of blood. Captain Meteor sobbed with joy.

"Oh I never thought I'd be so glad to hear you again" she replied, propping Sabre Wulf up in her lap "are you gonna be alright?" She continued, gently tracing her fingers over the cheek where she'd hit Sabre Wulf.

"Heightened... metabolism. Gimme 5 and I'll whup your ass" proclaimed Sabre Wulf with a chuckle. Captain Meteor laughed too, slowly pulling her hand away from Sabre Wulf's cheek.

"I didn't say stop" she murmured, pressing Captain Meteor's hand back to her cheek.

"I'm sorry" whispered Captain Meteor, their heads slowly inching towards one another.

"Make it up to me..." stammered Sabre Wulf before leaning forward to kiss Captain Meteor square on the lips. Captain Meteor kissed her back, their lips working against one another with voracious passion. Captain Meteor could taste the blood on Sabre Wulf's lips and she could feel her insides churn with excitement. She couldn't help it, her tongue was out, lapping up every drop of blood on her adversary's face. Sabre Wulf giggled playfully.

"Cleaning me up? You wouldn't rather make me dirty instead?" She panted, fumbling with the clasps on her chest armour. Captain Meteor growled, pushing her onto her back and furiously kissing her neck. Sabre Wulf gasped as she felt Captain Meteor's hand clutching her inner thigh.

"Oh... oh fucking hell..." she growled, throwing her head back. She could feel the zipper on the crotch of her undersuit slipping. She flexed her hips and moaned as she felt latex fingers trail across her mons. She looked down to see Captain Meteor staring up at her with an intense hunger in her eyes. Words were unnecessary. The fingers went in and Sabre Wulf cried out.

* * *

"I'm just saying technique counts for a lot!" Chirped Sureshot as she sprinted down the street in her signature yellow biker jacket and black lycra bodysuit, compound bow at the ready.

"Yeah but one-on-one, who can't Cap take?" Replied the Recluse, swinging overhead as they raced towards the museum.

"Wellyouknowwhatshesays! She'severyonestype!" Shouted Turbo, a purple and black blur whizzing past them both, faster than the human eye could follow.

* * *

Sabre Wulf screamed with ecstasy, a long, barking howl as her hands clawed at the tiles beneath them. Her legs were around Captain Meteor's shoulders, the Captain's tongue was in her cunt and the things she was doing with her lips made Sabre Wulf's eyes roll.

"God! Fuck! Don't fucking stop! Oh FUCK!" she wailed as her hips shook. Captain Meteor was in a frenzy, clutching Sabre Wulf's thighs in a vice-like grip, her lips and tongue danced across Sabre Wulf's clit, folds and into her depths with the most incredible timing. She was exactly where she needed to be exactly when and how it was wanted. It was as if she were in Sabre Wulf's head to know exactly what to do. Sabre Wulf squirmed and repeatedly slammed her palm on the floor as an orgasm rolled through her quivering body.

"More... more!" She cried as Captain Meteor slowly lowered Sabre Wulf's legs from her shoulders. She stared into Sabre Wulf's eyes, her blue eyes now yellow, her pupils thin vertical slits that felt like they could drill through Sabre Wulf's skull. She bared her fangs and licked her lips with a low hiss.

"Yes... yes I want that too... anything for you..." murmured Sabre Wulf as she slowly sat up, pulling her undersuit away from her neck.

* * *

The three heroes arrived at the entrance to the museum, even from the street they could hear several long, wailing cries echoing through the building.

"Oh man, I hope we aren't too late" proclaimed Sureshot as she notched an arrow and advanced slowly up the stairs. Flanked by Turbo and Recluse, she led the way as they cautiously advanced through the building. The walls were getting louder, holding longer.

"Guys, I don't think anyone's been... hurt" Offered Sureshot, grimacing at the thought of what they were about to see.

Sure enough, the three of them froze as they entered the entrance hall to the Ancient Greece exhibit. In the middle of the floor was Sabre Wulf and Captain Meteor, both on their knees. Sabre Wulf was missing her helmet and several armour pieces. The crotch h of her undersuit was unzipped, showing Captain Meteor's gloved hand burying it's fingers in her vagina. Sabre Wulf was reaching back behind her to hold Captain Meteor who was busy sucking at her exposed neck. The skin around Captain Meteor's lips was pale, like the blood was draining from it. Sureshot looked into her friends eyes and saw only hungry reptilian orbs glaring back at her. She felt herself lowering her bow and it took everything to not fall to her knees. Recluse and Turbo were instead staring at Sabre Wulf and were seemingly unaffected.

"Cap!? Hayley!? CAPTAIN!?" Shouted Recluse, putting his hands behind his head as if struggling to understand what he was seeing.

At the mention of her name, Captain Meteor looked up at him, her eyes seeming to soften as she released Sabre Wulf's neck from her mouth. Sabre Wulf groaned and slumped in a heap as Captain Meteor pulled away from her.

"W-wwwh... what the fuck is happening to me!?!?" She screamed, staring in horror at Sabre Wulf's vaginal juices dripping from her fingers. Captain Meteor screamed as loud as her lungs could carry, collapsing in a trembling, crying heap as her fellow Protectors rushed to her aid.

* * *

"Well the good news is that you're yet to develop an appetite for goat" stated the bearded man floating in front of Hayley. Tracing a plain black wand through the air in front of her, he seemed laser focussed on what he was doing. "And you're sure the statue exploded?"

"W-why would I eat a goat??" Asked Hayley with a raised eyebrow.

"Because my husband thinks he's terribly funny making jokes nobody else understands" Chided a hovering woman in a Cape beside him. Her long, light blue hair seemed to defy gravity as it trailed through the air behind her. "Here's your tea, dear"

At that, a cup full of steaming hot green tea blinked into existence beside Hayley.

"Oh uh, thank you Mrs M" replied Hayley, carefully taking the cup into her hands. The man and woman exchanged a knowing glance. That tea was far too hot to be comfortable to hold by human standards.

"Please, Dear. I won't remind you again, call me Jo" she said with a warm, reassuring smile. This was Joanna and Lucius Du Morgain, better known as Mr and Mrs Mystic, masters of magic and guardians of the Occult. When Recluse, Turbo and Sureshot brought Hayley back to Protector HQ, the two resident Wizards had insisted on seeing her. That immediately confirmed Hayley's suspicion that her affliction was magical in nature. The Mystics were being awfully kind to her, attempting levity, conjuring snacks and drinks for her while they cast runes, traced symbols in the air around her and hummed an awful lot. If anything, it was the opposite of reassuring. The more they scrutinised her, the more anxious she became.

But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

"And would you say you were constantly feeling drawn towards Sabre Wulf? Or is it coming and going periodically?" inquired Mr Mystic as he returned his wand to the folds of his deep blue vest.

"I... I never told you about" stammered Hayley, looking to Mrs Mystic behind him.

"Please answer the question, Hayley" replied the older woman, her voice was soft but there was a firm, assertive nudge in it. Hayley stifled a tear.

"Comes and goes? I blacked out when it happened. But after that, it's like... if I get... needy... if I think about her, I can't help myself. Like my mind runs away with it and no matter how much I hate her I just want to to... I have to..." tears were streaming down her cheeks as Hayley trailed off.

"It's getting more frequent isn't it?" Continued Mrs Mystic in a solemn tone as she laid a hand on her husband's shoulder. Hayley nodded.

"Hayley, have you ever heard of a Lamia?" Offered Mr Mystic. Hayley shook her head. At that, Mr Mystic picked up an ancient scroll that had been sitting on his table.

"We found this in the museum and believe this is what Sabre Wulf went back for. The Scroll of Lamyae, it belonged with the Statue she cursed you with" continued Mr Mystic, gently unfurling the ancient paper "In Mythology, Lamia was an Arabic Queen cursed by the gods to become a serpentine demon that used sex as a weapon. It haunted the night and fed on men like a sort of, vampire. Ish."

"But I was getting more active in the sun and Sabre Wulf is a-" protested Hayley

"Correct. Myth is not fact, it may have basis in reality but that doesn't mean an unreliable source doesn't misrepresent or distort fact" explained Mr Mystic.

"I believe Sabre Wulf has inflicted you with Lamia's curse, not realising that she has then marked herself as your first target by being the first person you saw once the Curse was invoked" Hayley buried her head in her hands and sobbed as Mr Mystic continued.

"This can't be happening to me!" Wailed Hayley

"Well what's happening is actually a lot more complicated than that, but in layman's terms..." Mr Mystic continued before being cut off by his wife elbowing him in the back and giving him a look that could freeze a charging bull.

"Uh, what I mean to say, Hayley, is now that we know what we're up against, we can fix it. Knowing is half the battle."

"So... am I going to have to stay here until I'm myself again?" Murmured Hayley looking at them both.

"Actually, we're sending you home with Sureshot. With Sabre Wulf in the lock up downstairs, we figure it's best to keep you two as far apart as we can." Interjected Mrs Mystic "just while we figured out how to dispel the magic that is working to change you"

"The less time you're around Sabre Wulf, the less you think about or interact with her, the longer it will take. Typically it's uh, consumating these things that tends to irreversibly complete the change" explained Mr Mystic. Hayley laughed.

"Oh trust me. She is the last thing I'd want to do" replied Hayley. But a little twitch in her lips and a glint in her eye suggested that wasn't entirely true...

* * *

Mr Mystic had been studying the Scroll of Lamyae for hours. Taking off his reading glasses, he pressed his fingers against his eyelids. As best as he could understand, the stone idol was imbued with the magic to transform its target into a Lamia. Though how and why was what eluded him. Such abstract punishments were typically inflicted by spiteful or malicious gods in the heat of the moment. Not so deliberately as this artefact had.

It was Mrs Mystic who caught it. An abstract hint that changed the entire context and purpose of the thing. The Scroll wasn't describing what happened to Lamyae, it was describing how. It was a guide, a recipe to create a Lamia, to elevate a Human by inviting a magical entity into their very soul. Worse still, it was supposed to facilitate a union. A king would willing present his Lamia to be with the Statue, turning them both into Lamia upon the completion of the ritual. Mr Mystic swore and cursed, demanding they bring Hayley back to immediately attempt an exorcism.

In Sureshot's flat on the city outskirts, the archer lay unconscious in a heap on her kitchen floor, unaware her phone was repeatedly buzzing with calls. Worse still, the holding cell at Protector HQ was empty, Sabre Wulf had disappeared.

* * *

Samantha moved frantically through her penthouse suite. Giving the Protectors the slip had been easy. Earlier in the year she had bought a series of blueprints and schematics for their HQ from an information broker. She'd memorised them and planned an escape route in case of just such an occasion. She was always prepared like that.

So in no time at all, she had her 'go' bags out and ready, airline tickets were booked and a taxi was on the way. She wasn't worried about legal persecution, what she hadn't foreseen was that she was doing this to get away from Captain Meteor.

"Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid" she cursed under her breath, punching her thigh as if that could drive out the memory of what they'd done. Just thinking of the look on Captain Meteor's face as she prised her slit open with her lips was enough to make Samantha's knees weak. Not again. Never again, her neck hurt too much and even with her superhuman physiology, she was light-headed from the blood loss.

Just as she was about to leave, she felt her blood run cold. Her neck had stopped hurting. That only happened when...

"No no no no..." she muttered to herself as she felt her body turning around against her will. "No. No! Noooo!" She cried out. Floating outside her window was Captain Meteor. Her yellow snake eyes glowing in the darkness as she beckoned Samantha towards her.

"Why!? Why can't you just leave me alone!?" Screeched Samantha as her legs awkwardly carried her towards the windows. She couldn't hear Captain Meteor through the toughened glass, but she could make out the response from her lip movements. I need you.

"Dammit!" cried Samantha as she felt warmth surge through her loins. She was eager, aroused already just from seeing her. She tried to look away but couldn't bring herself to break eye contact. Instead she stared up at Captain Meteor, oblivious to how pale her skin looked or the black streaks running through her hair. Or the long black claws jutting from her fingertips.

"Nnnngh" Gasped Samantha as she fell to her knees, clawing at the thighs of her denim jeans. "I... won't... I don't..." her face contorted into a confused expression as she felt her fingers sliding down her pelvis to begin stroking around the hood of her clit. Captain Meteor smiled, baring two enormous fangs and long forked tongue that flicked against the window as she pressed herself to the glass. Samantha's breath came in heavy gasps as she felt her reluctance subsiding. She couldn't stop staring at the Captain's muscular thighs or where her bodysuit barely contained her pussy. Samantha was panting like a dog.

"Y-yes... yes Master..." she moaned slowly as she rose to her feet. Let me in. Mouthed Captain Meteor. "Yes... Master. Please... take me..." mewled Samantha as she unlatched the door to her balcony and let Captain Meteor in.

* * *

Sureshot struggled to her feet, her phone was buzzing like an angry Hornet as she snatched it from the counter top. The last thing she remembered was looking Hayley in the eye and being unable to look away. It could have been the angle she'd collapsed on, but she had the strangest pain in her neck.

SURESHOT WHERE IS SHE was the preview on the first message. SURESHOT WE NEED TO FIND HAYLEY. SURESHOT CAP IS IN DANGER. SHE CANT BE NEAR SABRE WULF. WHERE IS SHE? R U OK? They were all the same. Well all except one from Recluse that just said 'Round 2?' with a winky face. But all the others made it abundantly clear finding Captain Meteor was a dire emergency.

"Oh Hayley... where on earth could you have gone?" Sureshot said aloud to herself as she gathered up her things and raced for the door.

* * *

"Thissss... I like thisss..." hissed Captain Meteor as she circled Samantha like a predatory animal stalking wounded pray. Sabre Wulf was in her civilian clothes, rooted to the spot in her living room as though she were bound by invisible chains.

"Yes, Master" she groaned in reply, her head lolling from side to side as she continued fingering herself, her jeans were now around her ankles.

"Should we fuck in here..." hissed Captain Meteor as she prowled closer

"your bed perhapssss?" She hissed in Samantha's ear. "Or should I devour you on the kitchen table like a feast?" As she spoke, her hands slid around Samantha's waist.

"Tell me Sssabre Wulf... can you beg?" crooned Captain. Samantha whimpered and planted heavily as she felt herself being pulled closer.

"For you, Master..." rasped Samantha "please. Please take me..." she croaked. Captain Meteor let out a deep, haughty laugh as she began trailing kisses down the nape of Samantha's neck.

"I think it would ssssound better on your kneessss... don't you, pup?" Hissed Captain Meteor with a vicious grin, gently pushing Samantha down onto her knees. "Ohhh... oh please. Please, Master." Murmured Samantha, continuing to massage her clit. Captain Meteor was in front of her now, her high-heeled, thigh-high boots clicking ominously on the floor.

"Good Dog" purred the Captain, her hair was almost completely black now and in the indoor lighting her skin was almost stark white. "Beg for your dinner, pet"

"You know I want it..." stuttered Samantha. She was at eye level with Captain Meteor's crotch, staring directly at it. The way the black latex clung to the contours of her pussy, it was obvious she had foregone underwear for this very reason.

"Want what, thisss?" Hissed Captain Meteor tugging the crotch of the suit to one side. There it was. Samantha licked the saliva from her lips as it dripped from her enlarged canines.

"Please, Master. I'll be good. You were so good to me before... let me be good to you now..." she Implored. Captain Meteor smirked and cooked her leg up, bracing it against the table behind them. Samantha whimpered and gasped.

"Just a taste. Just one lick. Please." She quivered looking up at Captain Meteor "I'll be yours. I'll be so good!"

"Silly pup" purred Captain Meteor "you were alwaysss mine. Now be a good dog and eat"

Samantha's tongue lapped at the Captain's moist cunt, she buried her face in the woman's crotch with a hungry snarl. Her lips prised her master open and kissed her enlarged clit, sucking at it like her life depended on it. All the while she kept fingering herself, grunting happily as she felt Captain Meteor stroking the back of her head.

In that moment, Samantha felt something shifting inside her. Previously she'd felt like her mind and actions weren't her own, like she was a passenger on an erotic roller-coaster. But now? She was back in control, she couldn't say exactly when, but this was all her. Completely voluntary, she genuinely wanted this, genuinely enjoyed this. All those years fighting this woman when she could have been in love with her instead. All she wanted was to give herself over to her lover completely, to be hers forever.

"Oooh ooooooooh yes ssssound right... there" hissed Captain Meteor, throwing her head back and gasping. Samantha pressed on, licking deeper, sucking harder until she was gagging and coughing on the accumulated saliva and vaginal discharge dripping from them both.

"Am I... am I a good dog, Master?" Croaked Samantha looking up at the Captain's ecstatic face.

"Oh... oh yesss" she hissed in reply. With a low growl, she gripped her suit by its chest and pulled. With a loud rip, it tore apart, exposing her muscular body. Samantha moaned hungrily. Captain Meteor was almost as fit as she was. Her breasts were larger but her abs weren't quite as body builder perfect as her own.

"Show you mine..." growled Captain Meteor. Samantha was already ahead of her, pulling of her shirt and flinging it aside. She paid no heed to the preservation of her bra and briefs, ripping them off in her eagerness to feel her flesh against her master's. Her legs snapped around the Captain's waist, her arms over her shoulders, their bodies grinding together as they kissed long and hard.

In Hayley's mind, she was lost in an ecstatic haze. She'd needed this for so long. Ached and yearned for it for days on end, embracing it rather than fighting it felt so nice, so satisfying. Sabre Wulf was gyrating against her, kissing her of her own volition and with such passion. Was this love? True love? It was like she could feel their souls intertwining and she ached to pour herself into this gorgeous woman.

"Down girl" huffed Captain Meteor prising Sabre Wulf away from her. Sabre Wulf reluctantly allowed herself to be pushed back, huffing and panting loudly as she was laid back onto the table behind them. Her legs quivered as Captain Meteor spread them apart, clutching Sabre Wulf's thighs as she leaned down to give her pussy a slow, deliberate lick. Her forked tongue pressing against Sabre Wulf's slit, gently pushing down on her clit as the woman threw her head back and began howling like a Wolf in heat.

* * *

Mrs Mystic shuffled her deck of enchanted cards with the utmost urgency. Her regal blue Cape fluttered in an ethereal wind as she drew a pair of cards from the middle of the deck.

"OSTENDE MIHI!" She proclaimed, her eyes glowing with a fluorescent purple glow. A Halo of bright purple energy flickered around the cards as she turned them over. In the room with her, Mr Mystic, Paladin, Sureshot, Recluse and Turbo stood in a half circle opposite her. All of them suited up and ready for action, all visibly anxious in their own way. Mrs Mystic stifled a defeated groan as she turned the cards over, the purple light in her eyes fading.

The Lovers and The Tower.

"Worgen tower... they're both at Worgen tower..." she murmured. Mr Mystic was already invoking the portal of prohesh to teleport them all there, but Mrs Mystic couldn't shake the terrible feeling in her stomach that they were already too late.

* * *

Hayley rasped as she felt Sabre Wulf's tongue hit the perfect spot to make her hips tremble. Thin strands of drool trailed between her lips and Sabre Wulf's sloppy cunt as she gasped and hissed. Her body shuddered and she felt a tremendous pressure in her enlarged clit as she struggled to not tear her lover's legs off with how hard she was gripping them.

"Yesss... more! More!" She moaned, throwing her head back and letting out an orgasmic cry as Sabre Wulf hungrily lapped at her slit. She could feel the change accelerating and it was pure ecstasy. She needed it. Her shoulders had broadened as patches of dry skin began flaking and peeling away. Beneath, black scales glistened in the moonlight. She was on the verge of release, of being free. All she could focus on was how desperately she needed that. To feel her fangs pierce flesh, to taste blood, to have the scaly flesh of another pressed against her own...

A terrible crackle boomed through the apartment as purple lightning flashed in the doorway to the bedroom, arcing between the archway as a swirling, purple vortex began to open up. Hayley roared with defiance, pulling herself off Sabre Wulf, her legs shaking as she fought to regain her composure. Sabre Wulf also snapped to attention, the lazy look of intoxication vanishing from her face as she rolled into a crouch and bared her fangs. A split second after the portal opened, several costumed figures stepped into the room.

How dare they. How dare they stand between me and my conquest, the form and love I deserve. She thought to herself. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to pull them apart and suck the marrow from their bones. Snarling, she leapt forward, a corona of orange energy blazing around her as she powered up.

"Claudicare" whispered Mr Mystic, flicking his wand to trace a runic symbol in the air. Hayley squeaked as she froze in mid air, collapsing as though she were frozen solid. Sabre Wulf bellowed and snarled, diving to the side to dodge a barrage of energy blasts and arrows from the other heroes. Without skipping a beat, the naked woman dived through the plate glass window to the balcony and off its ledge, vanishing into the night. Shocked, the Protectors exchanged worried glances as if expecting to hear an impact.

"Should... we..?" Offered Sureshot. Turbo was already halfway down the stairwell and back.

"Wherever she went, she's not on the footpath if you get me?" Replied Turbo. Grimacing, Mr Mystic looked down at Hayley.

"Hmm, almost a disappointing lack of loyalty, wouldn't you say Captain?" Stated Mr Mystic. Hayley couldn't even bare her teeth or snarl in response. Everything but her eyes were frozen solid. Her two reptilian orbs darted back and forth, desperately searching for an escape.

"Come, Protectors." Continued the wizard as Paladin carefully hefted the frozen, half dressed Captain Meteor. "It's never too late for an exorcism"

* * *

Samantha paced tiled floor of her third safehouse, clutching her head. She needed to get out of the city, now. But her love. Her Captain. She couldn't just leave her. Could she?

Now wearing a black sports bra and matching tights she'd found in a trunk, she was thankful it was so late none was around to see her stark naked form storming into the storage warehouse. One of her investments she owned through a shell company, one of her safe houses had been constructed beneath a ground floor storage unit leased by another of her shell companies.

Nowhere near as well-equipped as her penthouse or the second safehouse, but it was the closest. Her heart was thumping like a jack hammer as she fought to wrest control of herself from her carnal impulses. Whatever Captain Meteor had done to her was getting worse. She couldn't stop re-living their tryst in her head and it was making her chest hurt with the overwhelming longing. But her rational brain knew she was being influenced...

As she sat on the fold-out bed in the room's corner, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes had turned bright green, her pupils narrowing into thin, vertical slits. Just like Captain Meteor... Sam groaned as she bit her lip, bouncing her right leg on the spot.

"Oh Captain, my Captain..." she whispered with a hiss.

She knew what she had to do.

* * *

Hayley roared and thrashed with barely contained fury. Golden sigils flickered across the walls of her cell as she lashed out at them in vain. Her legs had begun to hurt ever since Mr Mystic's freezing spell had worn off and it was getting steadily worse. Even more frustrating, the room was bitterly cold. They were cycling cold air into the cell to try and weaken her. Make her slow, lethargic, docile, compliant. She would sooner drench the halls with their blood.

"LET ME OUT! YOU CAN'T DO THISSSS! LET ME GO!" she shrieked, her long, jet black hair seeming to extend down to her hips as she arched her back and screamed. Nothing remained of her costume. It was chafing her scales as she shed her skin, so she'd torn the fabric from her body in a fit of rage. The patches of shedding skin and black scales were dotted all over her body now. Her nails blackened and elongated into claws. She was so close now... But the look on Sabre Wulf's face...

* * *

"How's our patient?" Asked Paladin as Mrs Mystic traced the 47th concentric circle around where Mr Mystic sat cross-legged on the floor. She simply frowned at the armour-clad hero.

"That good, huh?" Said Paladin, turning to look at the screen displaying the live feed of Captain Meteor's cell. It hurt to see her like this. Her body rapidly changing before their eyes while she raged like a caged animal. "Well at least she's staying put until this ready in...?" Ventured Paladin.

"Five hours, thirty seven minutes and eleven point five seconds" snapped Mrs Mystic, her attention to the circles she drew was unwavering. "By our calculations, that should still leave a couple of hours before the change is permanent"

"Well... a lot can happen in five hours" murmured Paladin, staring intently at the display. Captain Meteor lay slumped against the wall of her cell, legs twitching as she closed her eyes and began mouthing a single word over and over. Come. * * *

Come to me. Come. Free me. Love me. Complete me. Come.

Over and over the words slammed into Samantha's head. She had stopped wincing from it almost an hour ago. She'd struggled with the pain at first, but now the voice of her lover was like a firm caress. Gently guiding her as she suited up in an older suit of her armour, gathered up her weapons and travelled to Protector HQ.

Come to me. Come. Free me. Love me. Complete me. Come.

There was no turning back. The only way to make the pain stop was to be reunited with her lover. There was only one way to make that happen.

Slipping through the very same ventilation shaft she used to escape from Protector HQ a few days ago, she swiftly moved into position.

Come to me. Come. Free me. Love me. Complete me. Come.

"I'm coming, Master" she whispered, dropping into the hallway below. Landing with a clang, she saw Turbo and Recluse at the end of the hall turning to face her.

"C'mon, pup. Give it up." Sighed Recluse as he shifted into a boxing stance.

"We don't wanna hurt ya, we're trying to help" offered Turbo, their eyes staring earnestly from beneath their mask ad they offered their hand. Sabre Wulf drew a pair of wide-bladed swords an snarled.

"Stand aside or be disarmed and stood down" she spat with a feral growl.

"Have it your way" said Turbo with a sigh. Just like that, they were gone. A red blur streaked around Sabre Wulf as blows began raining down on her from the left, right, front, back... seemingly everywhere all at once. Incredibly, few made it past her superhumanly fast blocking, her blades weaving a ring of steel in the air around her. Barely a handful of blows grazed her where her armour didn't cover her waist or biceps. She snarled as Recluse swung at her, kicking out as he sailed through the air on strands of webbing. She rolled out of the way and repeatedly slashed at him, driving him back.

But where was Turbo?

The question didn't go unanswered for long. A savage right hook sent her sprawling, only to land on a hard kick that juggled her into the air. Before she could orient herself, Recluse caught her in the air and flung her at the ground with a terrible crunch. She shrieked as she landed on her right shoulder and felt it pop. Rolling to her feet, she roared with defiance.

"Nottoolatetotapout!" Declared Turbo as they whizzed into a slide to sweep their leg at Sabre Wulf's head. She took the hit with an agonised grunt, but it was worth it. Turbo was so predictable, so preoccupied being on the offensive. They completely missed Sabre Wulf thrust one of her blades with her left arm. Turbo shrieked and howled in agony as the blade tore straight through their ankle, nailing their foot to the floor.

"NOOO!" Shouted Recluse, diving in with a series of jabs and upper cuts that hit nothing but air as Sabre Wulf darted backwards. Perfect. Recluse always got sloppy when he was distracted by friends in pain.

Going on the offensive, Samantha ducked to her left and jabbed up at Recluse's ribcage. Bones audibly snapped as the spider hero yelped and stumbled. Twirling her arm around his, she launched him overhead with a perfect judo throw towards the ground. Shooting a spider web from his wrist, he turned the fall into a swing and backflip landing opposite her.

"Stand down, bitch. You're disarmed. Don't make me hurt you" wheezed Recluse. Turbo was floundering to her right ad blood pooled on the ground beneath them. She could feel sinew tugging and pulling, bone clicking into place as her shoulder rapidly regenerated. Yet, she made a deliberate effort to keep her right arm limp.

"Sure that's not the other way round?" She quipped back at Recluse. He shook his head and lunged at her. Perfect. In one smooth motion, she dived to the right, snatched the sword out of Turbo's foot, using the momentum to spin in mid air. Recluse screamed a high pitched wail as the blade came down on his forearms, cleaving through both of them. A torrent of blood and gore sprayed across the wall and floor as the Superhero collapsed to his knees, shrieking incomprehensibly.

"Disarmed and down. Good boy." Snarled Sabre Wulf with a predatory smile.

* * *

Mrs Mystic turned away from her husband as the banging in the outside corridor intensified. Paladin had gone to intercept Sabre Wulf but she didn't have the heart to tell him just how futile that was. She'd clung to the hope he could maybe by them enough time. There was little over forty minutes left in the ritual of exorcism. If they could get Hayley back, if they could just hold Sabre Wulf at bay a little longer...

The pressure- sealed door to the room the Mystics were in began to buckle and heave. There were only two doors in this chamber. One to the hallway, the other - the cell containing what had once been Earth's mightiest Protector. Mrs Mystic readied her wand as the door came crashing down.

Paladin stumbled through the breach. His armour ripped open in several places, whole sections of it missing. Neon lights flickered as the suit approached total power loss, its motors whining as they began failing.

"Jo..." he groaned weakly, coughing blood as he held a hand out to her. Swish, went the blade as it tore out the back of his knee. Thunk, went the other as it lanced through his spine and poke out from his ribcage. Standing behind him, chest heaving, muscles straining, was Sabre Wulf. Her own battle armour was badly damaged, almost completely stripped down to the sports bra and tights she wore beneath it.

"You know what I don't understand" stated Mrs Mystic, vampire for time as convincingly as she could. "My husband cast Rudio's Invocation of Restraint on you both at the penthouse." It wasn't entirely a bluff, Mrs Mystic was genuinely curious. Sabre Wulf pulled her blades from Paladin's body as she paced from side to side like a caged Lion. "How is it you weren't frozen like the Captain?"

"Who are you to deny me love" spat Sabre Wulf, Twirling her blades menacingly. Mrs Mystic swallowed hard, sweat beading on her forehead. While one hand pointed her wand at Sabre Wulf, it was the hand behind her back furiously working a magical barrier spell.

"Oh my dear. I don't know what you think love is, but you are both terribly sick" replied Mystic. Sabre Wulf snorted, a dry chuckle rumbling out from her.

"From you? That's rich. You're not from here, are you Morgain?" Growled Sabre Wulf. Mrs Mystic tensed. "That's right. I've heard the story. Pretty fucked up to marry yourself in another universe. At least my desires are natural."

Mrs Mystic swore and flicked her wand, a Crimson bolt of energy arced towards Sabre Wulf only to vanish inches from her face.

"But... how..?" Stammered the wizard as Sabre Wulf grinned menacingly and strode towards her.

"Family secret. Bad luck chum" snapped Sabre Wulf sheathing her swords and grabbing Mrs Mystic by the shoulders. Mr Mystic was so deep in the astral plane, so engrossed in performing the exorcism that he never heard his wife scream as Sabre Wulf bit into her neck and tore her throat out. Nor did he feel the blades glide into his chest. His world simply went black, there one moment. Gone the next.

* * *

Hayley snarled as the door to her cell slid open.

"Good Dog" she rasped as Sabre Wulf staggered towards her, pulling her top off as she did so.

"Yes, Master. I come. For you. Come for Master." Slurred Sabre Wulf as she swayed from side to side. Armour pieces falling to ground with loud clunks, wriggling out of her tights as ran her hand over where Hayley's legs used to be. Instead, a seven foot long snake tail covered in black scales slowly shifted on the spot. There was almost nothing left of her human form. Her chest and shoulders were broad and powerful, her breasts swollen into a perfect pair of basketball sized orbs. Her black hair was enormous and full, trailing down to her hips  every inch of her covered in black scales, her chest and face were a lighter shade of grey than the rest of her. Save for her reptilian eyes and fangs, her face was the only part of her that could be recognised as Hayley Drummond, former Captain Meteor.

"You are glorious, Master" cooed Sabre Wulf, moving to kneel beside her.

"Almost." Rasped Hayley "Come, sit" she tapped expectantly at her lap. Sabre Wulf was a little surprised but wasted no time obediently complying. Straddling a leg on either side of Hayley's waist, she lowered herself into position. She felt her cunt throbbing, flushed with warmth as she felt her mons graze against that of her Master.

"What would you have me do?" She whispered, her breathing was shaky, her voice cracking as she felt Hayley's pussy begin to tremble. She was going limp as Hayley slid her arms around her waist and up her back. Hayley only responded by kissing her passionately. Sabre Wulf groped weakly at Hayley's breasts as she began gyrating her hips. Something enormous was welling up inside Hayley's cunt and Sabre Wulf desperately wanted it in hers.

Hayley sucked at Sabre Wulf's tits as she arched her back. Feeling her bucking harder in her lap, Hayley relaxed the muscles in her vagina and felt her clit slide free. If they could still be called that. Two, eight-inch long, ribbed, fat cocks sprangbup from where her clit had been. Effortlessly pressing up into Sabre Wulf's moist cunt, the two women groaned at the new sensation.

"Oh fuck, Fuck, FUCK" Gasped Sabre Wulf as the shafts began to slam up into her, their flesh wetly slapping as they consummated their love. Hayley's grip on Sabre Wulf's waist and shoulders tightened as she sank her fangs into Sabre Wulf's neck. Samantha didn't care. She moaned repeatedly, her ass cheeks clapping as she bounced in Hayley's lap, her hair rapidly turning jet black as the first load of cum poured into her womb and dripped from her pussy.

"Mmmm more! More!" Sabre Wulf roared, seemingly re-energised as she pawed hungrily at Hayley's chest. A choking wail escaped her throat as Hayley sucked at her neck harder and began thrusting again.

* * *

"Oh God oh God oh god" Mumbled Sureshot as she tip-toed through the carnage. Something large and wet was thumping in the room where the Mystics had been working on Hayley. With her bow drawn and ready to fire, Sureshot stepped over Paladin's corpse to try and see the source of the commotion. Just as she did, there was a long, low moan followed by a satisfied giggle.

Sureshot lowered her bow, utterly bewildered by what she saw. Two women with snake tails where their legs should be. Their lower bodies wrapped around one another, two large penises protruding from the larger woman's vagina and throbbing in the others as it dripped with copious amounts of what must be cum. Their long, waist length hair was black like their scaled bodies and leathery wings like those of a bat arched out from between their shoulders. But their faces... there was no mistaking them... Captain Meteor and Sabre Wulf.

The one that looked like Hayley seemed to stare directly into Sureshot's eyes as a thick load of cum erupted from her cocks, making the other shudder and howl again. Sureshot felt like she was back in the museum, dumbfounded by the sight of the superpowersd rivals engaging in the most intimate of exchanges.

"Come" rasped Hayley, still maintaining eye contact. Dropping her bow, Sureshot began to shiver. She knew she shouldn't. But the look on Hayley's face...

"Yesss, come sisssster..." crowed Sabre Wulf, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she too, began staring directly into Sureshot's eyes.

* * *

"Details are still scarce on the Massacre at Protector HQ earlier this week, so far the speedster known as Turbo has declined to comment" said the 6pm news reporter "However, newly elected Protector representative... are you kidding me with this Jeff? Uh, 'Judge Thundor' has this to say"

The footage cuts to show a large man in a brightly coloured costume styled like the robes and wig of a court judge, standing at a podium with a giant electrified hammer in one hand, a microphone held in the other.

"Ah we grievin? O' course the Protectors are grievin. But we ain't defeated, no siree. Not now, not ever!" He shouted like a Hollywood Texan cowboy. "We mourn the loss of our founder Paladin. Of Recluse. Mr and Mrs Mystic. Our beloved... Captain Meteor. All taken from us too soon by the vile fiend, the she-devil, harlot Sabre Wulf! Who I Implore! If you do be knowing anything about her person or whereabouts, we would ever so appreciate it."

Cameras flashed and journalists jostled one another, crowding Judge Thundor as they fought to be heard.

"Where is Sureshot?" "Is there connection with the earlier raids on the museum?" "Is it true Captain Meteor's body hasn't been recovered?" "Do the Protectors have comment on the three figures seen flying from the building that night"

Judge Thundor simply held his hand up and exited the stage. Cutting back to the news anchors, the report continued.

"In other news tonight, CHUPATHINGY!" "It's pronounced chupacabra, Jeff" "Well whatever it is, it's got a taste for goat! Farmers in the nearby community of Springvale are reporting unprecedented numbers of dead cattle, found drained of their blood. One eye witness claims to have even seen the reptile woman responsible. Sounds like my ex-wife!" "Why are you like this Geoff"

Gloria Grant turned off the TV with a frustrated sigh. Blah blah Protectors this, Protectors that. Nobody had reported on Hayley's disappearance. It may not be 6pm headline news to the city, but it was the most important story in Gloria's world. Looking around at the stacks of missing persons posters she'd printed Gloria grimaced to herself.

"Wherever you are, Hayley... I hope you're happy"

* * *

45 miles from the city, high in the mountains just outside Springvale, a cave echoes with the sound of women crying out in ecstasy. Inside, a large reptilian woman strokes her heavily pregnant belly as her master continues to impregnate the one that used to call herself Sureshot. Their hands lovingly roaming one another, lips sloppy with drool as they kissed, wings outstretched as they arched their backs and moaned in unison. She is simply 'sister' now. Samantha smiles as she watches cum ooze from her as she shakes beneath their master. All of them almost identical save for their faces. All equally content, revelling in the bliss of their new existence.

Samantha didn't know what would happen next, how long she would carry her young for, if she would lay eggs or what. She just knew that whatever it was, this is love.

* * *

"My, my, my. Wasn't that exhilarating?" Purrs Demoness Hayley, her eyes burning like hot coals as regards a giant oil painting of her Lamia self, writhing in ecstasy with her thralls. She is resplendent in an evening gown made of black sequins and crisscrossed leather belts, her wings folded neatly behind her back as her tail thrashes excitedly.

"After all, hatred... love... in the end, what truly separates one emotional extreme from the other?"

"Although, I do really hate that woman..." she whispers, dragging her clawed finger "but I guess if one of me had to go there... well. It could be worse." She purrs, wheeling around to slowly stride back along the gallery of impossible things.

"So, where to next, hmm?" She chuckles. "You made it this far, I mean, you're still reading aren't you? Yes, of course you are. How delightful..." she trails off, biting her lip.

"Should I tell you the story of the Captain Meteor who became host to a symbiotic ooze? Or perhaps the tragic tale of Cyber Captain Meteor? Or was there something else in my gallery tickling your fancy?" She smiles confidently as she gestures towards the portrait of a chrome, robotic version of herself and one that appears to be her human self cavorting with an attractive man in a sea of green and orange slime.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not letting you go anywhere yet. We're only just getting started..." she chuckles, her laughter endlessly echoing through the castle floating in the empty nothing of the in-between place.

"Come. I have such sights to show you."

[kiidwritings]

so cringe, but i love u <3

chapter 1: gillette razor

wc; 3385. tags/warnings; maybe ooc .T4T RAAAGGHHHH!! Trans horangi. Trans könig. 5+1 Things. sorry if könig is ooc. also horangi might be ooc. I TRYING. idk i based his AUDHD on mine so :P. same with könig's social anxiety. author is nd. Author is trans. she/he/they könig. transfem könig. im trying my best ;-;. not beta read. (some) events based/inspired on stuff in author's real life. possible grammatical errors. mentions of sex. body/gender dysmorphia. mentions of needles (T-shot). vomiting. PISS (not in a sexual way 😭). grossness/unsanitariness. konig is a bit of a slob (lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n: i posted this on ao3 back in mid-october, but been too busy/forgot to post it here...oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i was deadass thinking about leaving this (I've been in a creativity flunk, I hate my art and my writing), but then I remembered I made this /for/ someone basically, and I'm no quiter!!!!! 💪🏽 I'm the youngest of 5 siblings and lived in a full house, so most these icks are based on things they've done/do. i project heavily onto the characters so they might be OOC. also, horangi is used for on-base settings and hong-jin is used when he's just a civilian/off-base.

pairing: kim "horangi" hong-jin/könig

READ ON AO3!!

Moving in with a partner is always awkward. 

You have to accommodate their living style, how they run things, a new environment, and just living with another person in general (which differs greatly from living with siblings- take it from Hong-Jin who grew up with four sisters).

During their first time on leave together, they instantly noticed things about each other that were never brought to light while on base.

Konig was an early riser (not by choice, just by force of habit), while Hong-Jin liked to sleep in, especially without the sound of an alarm clock waking him at the asscrack of dawn.

(It had actually taken some time before they shared a bed. The first time Hong-Jin even suggested it, Konig exhaled and swallowed an entire chunk of bread whole, before proceeding to cough up the mushy bits as Hong-Jin patted his back too hard.)

At first, Konig found it cute as Horangi tried to pull them back to bed, mumbling and pushing his face further into the pillows. And if she did need to wake Hong-Jin up, he’d wake up grumpy, sitting in bed with a sleepy scowl for about 10 minutes (with some additional complaints or an ogle at Konig as he got dressed) before slipping out of the comfort of bed and also getting ready. 

The two had gotten comfortable enough to share the bathroom, mainly while brushing their teeth or enjoying a nice shower together with or without any funny business is up to you to decide .

Two toothbrushes, one that looked hardly used besides leftover moisture and one with bristles so flattened it was a surprise the owner still had enamel on their teeth, leaned against each other in a little decorative cup Konig picked up from the thrift store. It was old, its design- different varieties of cats in beachwear- having worn off and the plastic was graying a bit.

The bathroom air was moist and hot as Hong-Jin entered, Konig not bothering to lock the door knowing he’d come in whenever he finished grumbling over not being able to sleep through the morning. The shower ran hot as steam wafted past the thin shower curtains and Konig hummed a tune. A mix of incoherent words and hushed melodies resonated from her chest and throat. Hong-Jin smirked and with help from the see-through curtains, poked Konig in the tummy through the PVC. 

Konig gasped, and pulled the curtain to the side, only allowing his head and shoulders to peek through. Hong-Jin grinned and relished at the sight of Konig’s slick and freckled skin. There was a tint of pinkness to it from the hot water cascading out of the shower head. Their hair was sticking to their forehead, the curls now slicked with water and shiny.

“Good morning.” Hong-Jin purred. He thought about joining Konig, but he didn’t smell and wasn’t really in the mood for shower sex.

“Ah! What was that for?” Konig let out a huff of amusement and shot her partner back a cheeky smirk.

Hong-Jin just shrugged and leaned back against the bathroom sink. “Just felt like it.”

“Want to join me?” Konig asked, using his hand to wipe some excess water from his face, huffing like a seal clearing its nose.

Hong-Jin just shrugged again, turning around to face the fogged-up mirror. “Neh,” He absently drew a smiley face in the mirror's condensation coating. 

‘Not in the mood for sex.’ he thought.

He shouldn’t say that, that’s forward. Plus, Konig might find that weird…yeah, don’t say that. Think of something else-.

“Not in the mood for sex.”

“ What?! ” Konig gaped.

“What?” Hong-Jin turned around and awkwardly stared at Konig’s shocked face.

“Are you in the mood for sex?”

“What, no I just said I wasn’t.” Konig blinked and his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“So why’d you mention it? Does me showering turn you on?”

Hong-Jin blinked hard, doing a double take. And I thought I was forward, geez! “No! I mean, yes!...No, sometimes?” 

What the fuck was this conversation even???

“Are you turned on right now?” Konig asked, probably just trying to fill the awkward silence and also trying to understand the reason behind Hong-Jin’s initial response.

“No! I’m not turned on, I’m normal, I’m…I need to pee!”

And with that, Hong-Jin pulled the curtain back to hide himself from Konig and practically slammed the toilet lid open, signaling to Konig to not peek past the curtains and also to drop the conversation.

Once he was sure she was back to bathing herself, he did his business. Making sure not to flush (to save Konig from getting burned alive from the already hot water getting hotter), Hong-Jin washed his hands and began brushing his teeth. “Do you need help with your T-shot today?” Konig asked, now that the awkwardness had disappeared from the previous conversation. Hong-Jin spits in the sink, cupping his hands and gurgling the water. The water was colder than usual, probably from the mintiness of the toothpaste residue, and chilled the teeth were cracked and sensitive. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” Hong-Jin said, wiping the excess foam that dribbled out his mouth and began splashing water in his face. 

Konig liked helping with Hong-Jin’s T-shot. He could do it by himself, but sometimes he wouldn’t stab hard enough, or seeing the needle go in made his chest tighten. But the domestic sight of Konig’s big hand engulfing one of his thighs and having her other hand slowly sticking the needle into the fat made Hong-Jin want Konig by his bedside, at his beck and call if he batted his eyelashes innocently enough.

(Sometimes Konig thought about starting up on estrogen. They wouldn’t mind if they were born a girl. The thought of wearing a bra made him feel dirty like she was some pervert who was faking her identity. Word would go around that KorTac’s titan colonel was a tranny who thought he was a girl and wore a bra. The thought of rumors and the loss of her reputation all because she wanted to express herself made her stomach churn and a sense of dread ran down his spine. 

But why should he care?!...well, he did care a lot .

Years of being made fun of and looked down upon (not literally of course) would all be down the drain. His secret was safe with Hong-Jin, his partner, and Horangi, his teammate.)

“And what do you say…?” Konig teased, a grin present in the tone of her voice. Through the curtain, Konig was washing off his body, splashing water on his face and running his fingers through his hair.

Hong-Jin just scowled, rolling his eyes and flushing the toilet, letting the scolding water pour down onto his cocky girlfriend. “Ah ah! Heiß! So verdammt heiß!” (Hot! So fucking hot!) Konig yelped and rushed to turn off the water as their mischievous tiger of a boyfriend left the bathroom, chuckling quite proudly to himself. 

The rest of the morning was casual. The two went about their typical routine, it was nothing special; making breakfast, and doing minimal chores. Hong-Jin liked to go on a run before the sun was really shining, and Konig had some laundry to fold that he’d been putting off (his mama ain’t raise him to be a slob, so having to walk past that pile every day made guilt tickle his stomach). 

Hong-Jin had returned to the small apartment covered in a light sheen of sweat, adrenaline still running through his body. Walking into the bedroom, he fell back onto the bed, just nearly missing the neat stack of folded laundry with his leg.

Konig huffed, “Be careful, I’m being helpful here.” Hong-Jin just responded with a huff of his own from deep within his chest and swung a leg over to land on Konig’s lap, which as a result, knocked off some clothes from the folded pile. 

“Hey! Vorsichtig! ” Konig pouted and gave a smack to Hong-Jin’s calf. He could only smile and snuggle into the pillow.

“Tired…” Was all Hong-Jin replied with, turning onto his side, being mindful of his leg now and inhaling the musk and scent on Konig’s pillow. It smelt of pine-scented body wash and 3-in-1.

Konig exhaled once more, re-folding the messed up clothes but allowing Hong-Jin to keep his leg on her lap.

“We need food,” Hong-Jin mumbled, eyes still closed.

Konig just hummed, “ Ja… ”

Hong-Jin let his hand find its way to Konig’s thigh, squeezing a bit, “Come with me?” Hong-Jin tilted his head to peek up at his girlfriend. Konig just continued folding clothes, glancing over to meet their boyfriend’s gaze.

“Perhaps-”

“Great, let me go shower.” Hong-Jin shot up, once again knocking over some clothes (Konig scoffed and looked at Horagni with great offense). 

He gathered some new clothes, threw his sweaty workout clothes in the battered hamper, and walked into the bathroom. 

The shower knobs were adjusted to just the right water temperature. Absent-mindedly placing his hand on the sink while looking at himself in the mirror, he left something under his hand.

A small puddle of water. Nothing too bad. But in the water were tiny hairs, red hairs to be exact. Some were curly and some were just straight. Hong-Jin felt his skin crawl and immediately wiped his hands on a hand towel hanging nearby. He felt sick.

Was Konig always this gross? How can someone just leave behind such a mess and not think to clean it up? Did he just touch his shaven pubic hairs???

Hong-Jin shuddered, washing his hands once… then twice, and took a deep breath, analyzing the scene.

With a bit of an attitude, he walked out of the bathroom to Konig. She was putting away the clothes, reorganizing the ones that wouldn’t fit in their dresser drawers. Everything was folded military-style, neat and compact.

“Konig,” Hong-Jin gritted his teeth. Konig looked back and blinked, “ Ja ? Why the long face, tiger?” Hong-Jin just huffed and threw a thumb over his shoulder to the ajar bathroom door.

“You left your fucking pubes on the bathroom sink.” His voice was sharp and annoyed. Konig blinked before flushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ . Go clean it up…” he took a big inhale and then exhaled. “Please?”

Konig paused, looking to the floor, embarrassed, before glancing at Hong-Jin, and then making their way to the bathroom.

The sink was cleaned in no time and an apology kiss was planted atop Hong-Jin’s head, right on the side part of his hair. “I’m sorry,” Konig mumbled, lips still against his head, inhaling the scent of the hair oil Hong-Jin used.

Hong-Jin just gave a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes but if it weren’t for the arm sliding around her waist, Konig would’ve assumed he was still upset with her.

“It’s fine, just gross.” Hong-Jin’s cheeks tinted in response to the kiss and he squeezed Konig’s love handle, causing the latter to stiffen.

And like promised, the sink was free of any hairs.

It seemed like that problem was resolved, Konig made sure to clean up after himself on the days when he did shave so everyone was happy…

Until it wasn’t. 

The issue arose (again) one early morning when the sun was still asleep. It had been an evening of takeout, kissing, watching movies, kissing, a little drinking, making out, and like the old farts they are, snuggling in bed (with some more kissing and a messy handjob) before falling asleep to the sound of each other’s hearts beating.

It was about 2 AM, and the outside world was quiet. Hong-Jin’s eyes fluttered open, cold hardening the corners and causing him to wince. Konig laid on his back, hairy chest and chunky stomach on display and snoring, not to the point of keeping Hong-Jin up, but putting him at ease when the night was too quiet. 

(Hong-Jin loved how Konig ran hot, all that muscle and fat did wonders to circulate heat that was then shared with Hong-Jin, their loving boyfriend. The more fat on Konig’s body, the more there was for Hong-Jin to love. And Konig loved Hong-Jin's slim figure, his muscle and small tummy fit perfectly in his arms- two puzzle pieces that loved the skin-to-skin feeling.)

With cat-like stealth, Hong-Jin slipped from Konig’s big strong arms and ventured to the bathroom. The fluorescent overhead lights stung his eyes and he squinted his way to the toilet. 

He went about doing his business, trying his best to keep his mind calm, usage of his sleepy brain would cause it to wake up and then he’d stay up on his phone until either Konig slid it under his pillow or he passed out from the blue light. 

Before flushing, Hong-Jin could make out something in the toilet bowl (besides his piss). Did he get his period suddenly? No, it just ended last weekend. 

Finally taking a second to rub his eyes and concentrate, he released it was pubes.

Instead of leaving them on the sink, Konig had used the toilet to shave. Fine in itself, Horangi did the same thing. But leaving them in the toilet and not flushing wasn’t . She must’ve shaved after Horangi had been settled into bed that night.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Hong-Jin tore off a small bit of toilet paper and lifted the toilet lid, only to cringe and shoot his hand back, seeing as stray pieces of pubic hair littered the bare toilet bowl rim.

Hong-Jin shivered, he left dirty just looking at it. He quickly flushed the toilet along with the torn toilet paper and washed his hands and just above his wrists. He ended up being too angry to sleep before passing out two hours later, refusing to snuggle back up with Konig.

Even once they were back on base, Horangi seemed to notice this “ick” of Konig’s. It wasn’t like he made an effort to look out for every stray hair of Konig’s, but with that gross memory in the front of his mind, he couldn’t help it.

He had just happened to be walking to the locker room when Konig turned the corner, shoulders brushing.

“Oh, hallo Horangi.” Konig seemed rather chipper this morning, maybe because Horangi had come back from a mission four days ago and she was happy to see him.

“Konig,” Horangi nodded his head. He was dressed in a plain green shirt and some cargo pants. The humidity of the base hallways made the fabric of his clothes and mask feel like they were sticking to his skin from all the sweat he’d built up while working out. It was a good thing he’d kept his sunglasses in his gym bag, the moisture would've sure collected underneath the frames.

“I heard about the mission you were on, good job meine Kätzchen. ” (my kitten) Konig’s eyes upturned through the eye holes of his mask, and they reached out to place a gentle hand on Horangi’s shoulder. Horangi scoffed, shrugging their hand off playfully, and scowled under his mask.

“You know I hate that pet name.” Horangi narrowed his eyes at his taller lover but there was no real malice in his voice, in fact, he even blushed a bit under his mask, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up with flusteredness.

Konig just chuckled, before leaning down a bit, the fabric of his hood just barely touching Horangi’s cheek. “If the circumstances were different, I’m sure that pet name would be getting a much-needed rise out of you.~” 

There was a fluttery feeling in Horangi’s chest and he felt his skin heat up more and he licked his lips a bit. 

With a quick glance at the open end of the hall, Horangi shifted their masks out of the way, letting himself venture underneath Konig’s and share a passionate kiss. With the built-up tension in the air, it quickly dissolved into a quick makeout session. The only thing to break them apart was the sound of a shower stall door slamming shut. 

Konig was the one to pull back, a string of saliva quickly being lapped up by her and she grinned. The two were panting and Horangi was surely sweating more from the heat underneath Konig’s mask and building up below.

Goosebumps prickled Horangi’s skin and suddenly the air of the hallway wasn't as dry anymore, the layer of sweat cooling him down. 

“I’m guessing meine kleines kätzchen will be ‘stopping by’ this evening?” Konig whispered, his soul patch rubbing against Horangi’s cheek as his lips brushed against his earlobe. His body was now boxing in Horangi’s, their most vulnerable parts brushing against each other’s. Horangi bit his lip, slipping his mask back up.

“Yes sir.”~ He purred. Then they parted their separate ways, both riled up and ready to jump each other’s bones the next time they saw each other.

Later that night, long after Konig had finished his reports (that he’d procrastinated long enough getting done) and everyone had started settling down before lights out, Horangi had Konig straddle to the bed, moving his hips in an exotic and hypnotic way. Their masks and most of their clothes were tossed aside, leaving them both bare and vulnerable to each other’s wandering hands and teeth. 

Horangi hadn't expected to be so pent up from just a bit of teasing that afternoon, but god , if his giant girlfriend didn’t destroy his insides by the end of the night, he’d lose his fucking mind.

He leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss on his bite mark placed perfectly on their pulse point. Konig was panting, body flushed and reacting in malicious ways to Horangi’s teasing. 

“Where are your condoms at, big boy?” Horangi whispered, sucking another kiss onto their chest.

Konig sucked in a shaky breath and stammered to speak, “ I-im bad…badezimmer- oh gott… (In the bathroom- oh god)” Horangi tsked and rolled his hips into Konig causing her to whine. 

“English, 여보… ~ (Yeobo/Darling)”

With another whine and a flutter of her lashes, Konig was able to composure herself somewhat to divert from her mother tongue, “Bathroom…m-medicine cabinet.” 

Reluctantly, Horangi peeled himself from Konig (who was practically about to burst), and upon flicking on the bathroom light, felt like ice water had been poured on him and the wetness down below was instantly dried.

The bathroom was as tidy as a man could have it, nothing out of the ordinary except for the sink which was COMPLETELY covered in shaven hairs. On the edge, next to his flattened toothbrush, was a simple black razor, the blades surprisingly clean with a few stray hairs caught between, like lettuce stuck between teeth.

…well not completely, but it looked like the sink hadn’t been shown a sliver of care, not a single good scrubbing (or…some form of cleaning).

Horangi’s jaw dropped as he stood in the doorway of the small bathroom. 

He felt sick, he wanted to spit up to get rid of this gross feeling all over his body- he felt contaminated.

Sure this wasn’t Horangi's living space, (he was actually jealous Konig got his own private bathroom because of his ranking), but oh god the sight was gut-wrenching. Did they not see nothing wrong with just leaving their hair all over the sink, the place where they left their toothbrush that went in their mouth and that mouth and tongue swapped spit with him-

Konig shot up upon hearing Horangi retch, throwing himself to the toilet and regurgitating a mush of greasy mess hall food into the porcelain bowl.

“Hong-Jin, are you ok?!” Kneeling down next to Horangi, he used one hand to swoop his hair out of his face and the other to softly rub circles on his back. Horangi groaned, spitting some extra bile into the toilet water-vomit mixture.

With a shaky voice and trembling body, Horangi turned his head to Konig and gritted his teeth. “Your sink is disgusting …!”

Konig blinked, face contorted into a confused and worried look. “Huh?”

“Your SINK-” Horangi’s stomach roared and another wave of nausea rolled over him. “It’s covered in HAIR.” 

Konig just shushed his little tiger as Horangi's back arched like a cat throwing up a hairball.

So much for the sex…Konig had a raging hard-on he desperately needed to be taken care of…

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[ Closed Starter For @static-overlord ]

[ Valentino ]

"You, my pretty, pretty polilla," Puckering his lips and blowing a couple of kisses at himself, Valentino didn't stop there. His words were put on pause long enough for him to lean forward and kiss the mirror instead, then give it a little lick. That last one was a little bit of a mistake, and his face wrinkled up at the taste, but he didn't seem to mind, "Are going to knock him dead tonight."

That was the plan, anyway. He'd never had a problem so far with taking out the Overlords around Ostello's territory. The old weapons dealer had been replaced by Carmilla, and that was a bit of a setback, but Valentino knew he'd have her outfoxed before long.

Running his lower hands over the smooth, wide netting of the sides of his dress, he peered at the lace in the mirror. The floral pattern was befitting the plants in this apartment he was staying in as a decoy, and he loved how the lace fitted over his skin. The most solid part of the dress was the cups for his chest, which opened in a keyhole beneath his pecs to his stomach. A golden web with a brilliant, fiery carnelian stone in the center hung against his skin, warmed by his own body heat.

"If he doesn't want to rip this dress off you and ravage you on the spot," He told himself, poking the mirror and dragging his finger down his reflection's cheek, "Then he's blind, stupid, and not going to have a good time before he falls."

Fluffing his hands through his fur, he purred at his reflection, dragging his hands down further to the fishnets that he wore, and the tall PVC boots that crawled up his thighs, he hummed. Yes, yes, this was perfect. With his eyes all done up with vibrant, glittery red eyeshadow, red lipstick, sharply angled wings on his eyeliner, and heavy, thick false eyelashes, he thought he'd chosen the best possible look for tonight.

If Vox didn't want to fuck him, he sure did.

Blinking when he finally noticed the glaring red numbers on the clock by his bed in the mirror, he whipped around.

"Shit!" Grabbing his clutch purse and his crop half-jacket off the vanity chair, he rushed out of his bedroom and to the front door. He was already eight minutes late to when he was supposed to get picked up. The door slammed behind himself and he locked it quickly before trotting toward the car, knowing which one was Vox's immediately.

[strapskinkstories]

A meet with Miss Kimmy

Eric sent Miss Kimmy a friend request on Instagram. He was nervous to send Miss Kimmy a friend request, she is one of the most sought after mistresses in Japan. Eric waited weeks and thought that Miss Kimmy was surely ignoring him. he went to the nightclub one night and sat at a table. The rain outside was intense, the thunder rattled the windows. He couldn’t tell if the restaurant was vibrating or his phone was vibrating. Eric sat listening to music drinking booze and relaxing. Suddenly he saw Miss Kimmy at the other end of the room, his eyes locked onto her purple and clear PVC dress. In her hands she had two large plastic bags. Her body swayed magically, drawing Erics eyes into a dance as her hips moved as she walked toward him. Miss Kimmy said “I think I recognize you from somewhere.” She pulled out her phone, Eric’s phone went *DING* he quickly reached down and silenced it not realizing that he had forgotten to put it on vibrate before walking in the club. He looked discretely and saw a notification from Instagram “@KimmysPlasticWorldJPN has followed you” his eyes widened. He rubbed his eyes and blinked and said “Seriously this isn’t a dream?” Kimmy dropped the bags on the table and rubbed her wet elbows in Eric’s face teasing him with her plastic dress. The plastic was thin yet soft and supple like rubber. She said “If this was a dream, would you be able to taste the water and plastic, go on, lick it.” She pressed her wet elbows into his face, her soft arms softly caressing his head as he leaned back on the chair. He stuck his tongue out, he was embarrassed to do this in the middle of a busy night club but he figured, who cares, nobody is gonna pay attention and anyone that does will be too drunk to remember. The taste of her dress was delightful, he recognized the dress by its taste as something made by a particular manufacturer of PVC clothing. The water was still warm because of her body heat. Eric breathed deeply and sucked her dress into his mouth. Kimmy laughed and said “Someone likes my dress don’t they! Someone wants to play with me!” Eric became nervous, he tried to stand up but Kimmy pressed her body into him, kneeling on his legs, her pink plastic skirt draping over his legs, it covered in water clung to his legs quickly. Eric began getting aroused and shrieked “I have to go to the bathroom now!!!” Kimmy got up off of him and followed him to the bathroom door, she slid a card under the door and walked away. She went outside and stood outside her apartment block mere blocks away from the club, pink lanterns lit the area outside her apartment building. Kimmy knew she wouldn’t be waiting long, the rain was warm and for the next part of her game she would play with Eric she knew she needed to be extra wet! Kimmy started doing jumping jacks, she was making herself even sweatier, knowing that Eric would soon be with her for his fate. You see Eric had sent with his friend request on Instagram a message request.

PlasticLoverEric: Oh Kimmy, Nice to find you on Instagram, I love that purple plastic dress of yours. I have had dreams of being shrunk and glued inside of it under your arm, trapped against the soft plastic with nothing but your soft sticky skin and the soft sticky plastic to feel, only occasionally seeing the world around me as you grind my body beneath your warm stinky armpit! 

Kimmy had intent on making his fantasy become reality, Kimmy worked for the Japanese Research Bureau and she had a secret potion that could shrink a man and make him invincible. She had invincibility potion that she had drank.

Eric finished using the toilet, he was nervous, he was shocked, he was aroused, he didn’t know exactly how to feel at this point. Kimmy made all sorts of emotions run wild within him. He washed his hands and walked toward the door before seeing one of Kimmys purple business cards. He read the back and it said “If you’re reading this come to my dungeon Eric” he looked at the other side which showed her address, then he turned it over again and the text was gone, it just said “Kimmys Plastic World - PVC - Breathplay - Latex - Bondage - Professional Domme” he turned the card over again and her details were the same on the back, he turned it around a few times trying to get the odd message to appear again. Clearly something magic happened. Eric walked out of the club, he followed the street signs a few blocks away and saw Kimmy doing jumping jacks beneath the lantern lamps. he walked up to her and said “Kimmy, what are you doing, you’ll get heat stroke.” Kimmy said “Oh if anyone is going to have a stroke it will be you.” Eric laughed and said “I guess you’re right, I just like to lounge around in rainwear and I used to see you on Twitter until your Twitter got closed doing all sorts of exercise in plastic, even at the gym!” Kimmy said “Yes, I can handle a lot of heat, I like to get extremely sweaty and stinky in my plastic clothes!” Kimmy walked toward Eric stopping her exercise, she said to him holding up the two bags “In one hand a bag that will grant you wealth, in the other a bag that will go over your head and suffocate you!” Eric became nervous, he held his hand up to her right arm and then took it down. He thought for a while and then said “Screw it, whatever the bag in your left hand is” She said laughing “Neither of them grant wealth, both grant you suffocation!” Kimmy pulled the tight thin plastic bag over Eric’s head, it had and adhesive strap on it like a diaper that Kimmy quickly pulled tight around Eric’s neck. Eric screamed and grabbed at it only to realize that it was sealed off! Eric cried out “What the fuck, it’s just like diaper tape, why can’t I take it off!” Kimmy says “You idiot, did you not figure out from my business card that I’m magic, that bag isn’t a normal bag either, that tape will only release for my hand! Now come in my apartment unless you want to die on the street suffocated in my plastic sack!” Eric was having a very hard time seeing, the bag turned steamy in an instant, it was a very small snug bag against his head, it collapsed around his face tightly with each inhalation, the air in his lungs the only thing he could rebreathe.

Kimmy grabbed Eric by the arm, he followed her into the apartment building, his breathing getting heavier as he began to suffocate. She said “Aww, we have to climb the stairs to the third floor, come on.” Eric climbed the stairs, consciousness growing weak. As he stood at her door he saw “Apartment 303” as his vision started turning brown. Kimmy opened the door shoved him inside and closed the door behind her before yanking the tape off the bag. Eric gasped fresh air into his aching lungs, consciousness returning. Kimmy laid on top of him on the floor, her dress was wet inside and out. Kimmy rubbed her lips on Eric’s lips and said “Taste it, taste the sweat that has dripped from my hair down my forehead onto my lips.” Eric could taste her sweet salty sweat, it made him aroused. He was already extremely aroused from being suffocated with her bag. Almost 8 minutes struggling to rebreathe the small amount of air in the small bag fighting for his life made him extremely hard. Eric dribbled precum in his shorts. Kimmy felt the warmth against her and said “Someone likes my sweat, a lot. Someone likes my sweat so much that I think they need to spend more time smelling it!” Eric said “Sorry Kimmy, being bagged up and tasting your sweat, it’s too arousing!” Kimmy laughed and said “I’m used to guys being turned on by being bagged, but turned on by my sweat is new. I’ve never had a guy get turned on or orgasm from my sweat.” Eric said to Kimmy “I’d love to smell the inside of your dress.” Kimmy unbuttoned her dress opening the collar, she laid into Eric’s face and pressed his nose and mouth into her soaking wet chest and said “Breathe it, breathe the inside of my dress and my chest.” Eric could smell her sweaty breasts mixed with the smell of her armpit sweat and all her sweat in that dress, it made him gag, yet he was still rock hard from it. 

Kimmy said “A stench so strong it makes men orgasm as they pass out just from breathing it! I hope you’re ready to go down Eric, because whether you like it or not, LIGHTS OUT!” she wrapped her arms around Eric tightly holding him into her chest brutally tight, the only air he could breathe the hot humid thick sour sweaty air of the inside of her dress. Kimmy said “Squirm, pull, struggle all you want. I’m not letting you go until you are limp against my chest. I’m going to suffocate you in my smell!” Eric writhed and pulled in her grip, he grabbed at her arms but she was way too strong for him, his neck was trapped beneath her arms and his face was jammed into her chest, all he could do was suck on her sweaty skin and get some air from inside her dress. It was foul smelling, Eric had no idea when she had cleaned the dress but he knew it wasn’t recent. Eric orgasmed again with great embarrassment. Kimmy said “You sick twisted pervert, orgasming as you’re about to die in my dress!” Eric screamed in panic, Kimmy muffled his screams squeezing him in harder now completely sealing off his airways with her sweaty skin! Eric grabbed at her arms, his body getting weak. Not only was consciousness fading but he was getting oddly relaxed by her sweat, a sweet salty taste that filled his mouth as he sucked on her skin desperate for air. He closed his eyes and sucked her skin into his nose and mouth. Kimmy said “Goodnight Eric.” squeezing his head in just a little harder as his arms went limp. Eric felt like his head was going to burst as his mind faded out, he was gone. Eric blacked out against her chest. Kimmy pulled a small vial out from between her breasts on a necklace, in it there were golden crystals. She pulled the vial open and put a single gold crystal into Eric’s mouth. While he was blacked out she wrapped his body in clear plastic, using thick clear plastic tape to tightly trap him.

Eric reawoke a few minutes later, he shifted his body and looked down and made muffled screams, his mouth wrapped in clear plastic tape very tightly. Kimmy said “Oh look, the helpless man is awake and ready to begin his eternal journey.” Eric made muffled screams shaking his head Kimmy said “Awww, helpless man trying to say no? or is it yes? I can’t tell, but it doesn’t matter, you’ve orgasmed so many times from my sweat, you belong in my dress!” Eric’s eyes widened with fear each time she spoke. He struggled wildly as she stood over him, her dress dripping sweat into his nostrils making him whimper from the smell and salty slimy feeling, it was like having snot poured into his nose! Eric shook and tried to get away but his body was becoming exhausted, he weakly wiggled his head as her sweat poured from her dress. Eric was baffled by how much sweat was coming off of her, it was like a waterfall of warm slimy salty stink. Kimmy said standing over him looking at his bulge “You’re literally drowning in my sweat and you’re still turned on, god you are so messed up! You realize I’ve had this dress on for the last 20 years? When I got this dress when I turned 21 I put it on and never took it off or showered since aside from what little water gets in from the rain. My sweat has got to be so disgusting! Why is nobody disgusted!” Eric couldn’t tell her that her sweat was although beyond salty and sour it smelled sweet and flowery. The smell was good, but the taste was horrifying. And even then the smell was only good enough to not offend someones nostrils that they vomit, it wasn’t exactly a good smell, it was kind of a smell like sweet and flowery mixed with heavy undertones of 20 year old body odor. Half of the smell made Eric want to throw up and for his nose to either curl up or better yet shrivel up and fall off and half of it made him want to breathe deeper and take her scent all the way into his lungs even if it did mean having her sweat literally drown him to death. 

Kimmy stood over Eric’s face and said “I’m going to stand here until my sweat fills your entire body, in a matter of under an hour my sweat will be bubbling in your nose after it fills your stomach lungs and every hole in your airways.” Eric’s body was limp, he was alive, yet his body had seemed to have given up. Eric couldn’t move a muscle, he could simply look up at Kimmy, even worse was he grinned beneath the tape. As her sweat reached his throat and began spilling into his lungs he smiled. Kimmy laughed loudly and said “Jesus you are fucked up, I can see you smiling! You’re smiling as my gross sweat floods your lungs! I can tell with how many men I’ve drowned in my sweat where you are in the process, it’s filled your pathetic stomach and is now flooding into your lungs. At least you’re going to be with me forever unlike the other men, they get filled up with my sweat, shrunk, glued into a PVC apron and sent off somewhere to suffer as an apron for eternity. Eric knew that Kimmy made PVC aprons because thats how he originally met her was by buying her aprons. In a matter of a few minutes Eric’s lungs had completely filled up with her sweet sweat, now his nose was filling with it, his sinuses filled with it, his whole nose felt like it had been packed with slimy warm snot! Seconds later her sweat bubbled from his nose. 

Kimmy stood there, just watching her sweat flood over Eric’s face, starting to drip toward his eyes from his nose. He closed his eyes as her salty sweat began to burn. Kimmy said “As you close your eyes from my sweat making them burn begins the next phase of your journey into an eternity with me.” Eric laid there, his eyes clenched closed, his face shaking in fear. Suddenly he felt a pinch in his neck as Kimmy plunged a small needle into his carotid artery flooding his brain with a special potion. Erics body rumbled on the floor, Kimmy stood over his head watching as his body shrunk to the size of her earring. Kimmy picked Eric up and put his entire head inside of her mouth sucking on his head sucking all of her sweat out of his nose and ripping the tape off of his mouth with the power of her tongue and mouth. She said pulling him out of her mouth “Hmm, I usually eat runts like you, but I think you need to go to a place far worse than being swallowed up, squeezed in my esophagus stuck in my stinky stomach and then compacted in my shit before being flushed away to be forever compacted in shit. Those losers have it pretty easy, they’re just buried alive, they’ll never feel anything but crushing pressure and heat around them in the pit of shit, after a while the stink just disappears, besides with how long they’ve been in my bowels before I shit them out their bodies are long filled with my shit, their noses lungs stomachs every inch of their body is packed with my shit. So they’re used to it by the time they get flushed away to the eternal pit, but you deserve worse. For being sooo attracted to my stinky sweat! I’ve made you immortal and tiny for one reason!” She put Eric into a small jar and turned it upside down over duct tape. She pulled her dress off and went looking for materials in a drawer marked “PLASTIC SHOP ITEMS”

Kimmy found some soft PVC mesh, she grabbed it out of the drawer and picked the bottle up off of Eric, she pushed his body against the mesh and said a few odd words, it gripped his body with a glue like grip and he could barely wiggle against it. Kimmy pulled her dress off and put it on the work table. She unsnapped the chest snaps as much as she could and pulled the sleeve inside out, she found the part that lines up with her underarm and put Eric against it, the mesh fused to the dress instantly. Eric could barely wiggle against the plastic and mesh, he could see through the wet steamy plastic. The smell was beyond disgusting, the taste was even worse. 20 year old sweat trapped in plastic was much worse than the flood of her fresh sweat, this was a rotting congealed mess of fresh sweat mixed with 20 year old gross gluey goo! It was horrifying for poor Eric. He writhed and wiggled as much as he could but knew it was no use as Kimmy slid her plastic dress back on and said another few strange words, suddenly the dress tightened around her, and him. Kimmy said “Ooooh it worked, which means now I get to wear you forever plastic dress!” Eric couldn’t make a sound, his tiny body was smashed beneath her arm into her soft skin, he could feel the soft plastic on his face and body and on his backside he felt her soft smooth skin sticking to him as her sweat poured from it. Kimmy walked around her apartment proudly, grinding her arms against her sides as hard as she could saying “I’ve got a wonderful living dress thats going to live forever that’s indestructible, I’m the happiest girl in the world! It’s so awesome having a piece of clothing that I know is alive and suffering as I wear it, forever!” Eric cried as he was reduced to nothing but part of her dress. He didn’t even have a name anymore, she just kept referring to him as dress. plastic dress. Kimmy wore the dress to sleep, sleeping beneath a heated blanket so she would sweat even more! When she awoke the next day she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Eric could barely see when Kimmy moved her arms enough but he saw she had no shower or tub. Kimmy had no way of even showering or cleaning her body if she wanted to. Slowly the days turned into weeks, her sweat getting nastier with each passing week. Then months turned into years. Kimmy turned into a fat old woman, she landed in a wheelchair and it was horrible for poor Eric because her sweat started changing, it became all salty sour and rancid, the sweetness disappeared from her sweat at her 100th birthday. Eric whimpered but nobody could hear him, worst for him was whenever she used the wheelchair he was ground beneath her arms violently as she moved quickly. It was painful and sweaty and horrifying. Poor Eric will never be freed from her dress, nobody even knows he is in her dress at the nursing home where she will reside for her eternal life as will Eric reside, trapped in her ever worsening stinky armpit!

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Scene One: Open for Brit Picking

Okay, so! Something I’ve not done before, but figured I’d might as well try: I have asked one of my Trusty Sources in the UK about how Rocky Horror is handled over there and, as always, received Good Information on the subject.  However, since it is always possible to misinterpret things or find out after the fact that there was a question you didn’t know to ask, etc. and since this is only two scenes, I figured I might as well plunk this down and let the entire UK (and other people with Knowledge) go over it.

I mean, yeah, if I do that with both scenes, people will have read the whole thing before I put it up on Ao3, but meh. Not all the world has Tumblr, and it’s just a Silly Thing, right? Right.

If this goes well, I might do it with other pieces in this verse. If not, hey! I learned a thing!

THERE IS ONE MAJOR RULE TO THIS! (Well, two, but I shouldn’t have to state ‘be polite’) As my mother will tell you, if you are going to knock a big ass hole in my plot and demolish the entire thing, you need to then give suggestions on how to fix the big ass hole. If, for instance, you say to me “Richard couldn’t wear that in public because sequins are illegal in Yorkshire” you need to suggest something with the same general feel that he could wear. Failure to do so will result in either me junking the entire project or just frothing at the mouth for a bit before yelling “FUCK IT HE’S WEARING THE SEQUINS ANYWAY!”

We good? Great! Let’s party!

-

“I don’t know how I let you all talk me into things like this,” Thomas muttered, climbing out of the car and pushing his glasses up on his face. He normally only wore glasses when he was working at the computer for a long time, or reading late at night, and it was odd to be out with them. He also felt like a bloody school boy with his hair falling into his face.

Guy slipped out of the driver’s side door and closed it. “It’s easy,” the other man replied in his usual, relaxed manner. “Chris likes to see you having new experiences, so Richard and I talk you into humouring him so none of us lose our minds.” He stepped around the car and adjusted Thomas’s bow tie for him. “Don’t worry, though. I suspect you really will enjoy this, once you get over the initial culture shock.” He gave a conspiratorial grin. “Then the next time we’re in the states and Marion ropes me into the cast, you can throw cards and toast at us.”

To say Thomas was skeptical was an understatement. Admittedly, after hearing Guy talk about his experience standing between an audience and a screen, having the audience yell crude things between his lines, the English experience didn’t seem quite so bad. Still, he couldn’t imagine wanting to throw toast across a room as a visual pun. Other reasons, yes, but he wasn’t working at Downton Abbey anymore. More to the point, he couldn’t imagine wanting to have toast thrown at you! “If you say so.”

Guy took his hand. Unlike Thomas’s outfit, which made him feel like an absolute tosser if he was honest, Guy’s outfit was quite smart. Overdone, perhaps, but he wore that suit to premiers, so you couldn’t say it didn’t have class. Even with a brocade waistcoat instead of his usual, discreet black, and a maroon seven fold tie instead of a bow tie, there were plenty of events where he’d have blended right in. Just being with him helped calm Thomas’s nerves a bit. “I do,” he promised, in what was probably a deliberate play off of marriage vows.

Thomas smiled and shook his head, then turned toward the theater. “Right, then. Let’s find the oth-” He trailed off, blinking, as a man and woman walked past them wearing. Well. The woman was in a maid’s outfit, which was odd, but it was Halloween. The man was wearing black leather, or PVC, or something like that. He also revealed a lot of skin, and fishnet, and Thomas had the odd suspicion that his outfit was actually designed for a woman. “What. On. Earth.”

“Mm. That’s a nice Frank-N-Furter costume,” Guy noted, placid as a lake, reaching to his jacket’s inner pocket. He pulled out a cigarette case and opened it, producing a sherbet straw. He offered it to Thomas. “Need another?”

Without a word, Thomas took the straw, worked it open, and emptied half of the contents into his mouth. Once they’d stopped fizzing and he could swallow, he looked after the couple, then back at Guy. “People really dress like that? I mean, the Internet said, but…they really…?”

“They do,” Guy nodded, slipping the cigarette case back into his pocket. “And most everyone is hyped up on something, if only adrenaline, so if you need another of those, let me know.” He gave Thomas his most reassuring smile. “We won’t stand out, I promise. Most people dress like the more flamboyant characters, it’s true, but there will be at least ten other Brads in the theater.” He ran his eyes over Thomas and added, “Although I doubt any of them will be half as charming as you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Thomas muttered, before finishing off the sherbet. It was rubbish, of course. Flattery could get any of his boyfriends just about anywhere, with a bit of perseverance, and they all knew it. Guy and Richard took less obvious advantage of it than Chris, though. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and reopening them just in time for a woman in next-to-nothing and lots of sequins walked past. Trying not to grimace, he pulled out his phone and texted Chris. We’re here. Where are you?

A moment later, his phone pinged back. Street corner. Left facing theater.

Armed with instructions, Thomas and Guy began to weave their way through the growing group of theater goers. For the most part, the costumes didn’t get less ridiculous, but Thomas did spot a couple of other men in standard shirts and jumpers, things he wouldn’t consider ‘costumes’ if they didn’t all have glasses and bow ties. One of them was accompanied by a young woman wearing a dress and jacket that almost looked like something the Queen would wear, only with fewer decorative bits. And she didn’t have a hand bag.

Thomas had almost convinced himself that Guy was right, that they didn’t stand out and that the night (well, extremely early morning) would be enjoyable after all, when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Thomas! Oi, over here, Thomas! Guy!”

Turning, he found the other two members of their party leaning up against the theater wall. He froze, staring. On some level he was faintly conscious of his mouth falling open. In the same way, he was aware of Guy beside him, saying his name, and nudging lightly at his arm, indicating they should move.

He didn’t move.

Finally the other two seemed to decide that if he wasn’t going to come to them, they’d have to come to him. Pushing off the wall, they made their way over to Thomas and Guy. As soon as they were in ear shot, Chris grinned and said, by way of greeting, “Hey there. We’d about given up on you.”

“Would you believe there were some sheep who thought the middle of the road was a good place to spend the night?” Guy asked. Part of Thomas was grateful that the other man didn’t tell them the real reason they were late, namely that it had taken two pints and three sherbet sticks to get him into the car. The rest of him was still staring.

“No,” Chris replied, all cheek.

Thomas finally managed to choke out a greeting. “What are you wearing?”

Admittedly, as far as the surrounding costumes went Richard’s wasn’t that bad. It was unusual, to be sure, and involved a lot of sequins and fishnet, but it was also mostly black and had trousers. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he’d robbed a cheap porn store. His outfit, if you could call it that, was one of the leather-or-PVC ones, again with fishnet, but it looked like it was held together with string. As soon as Thomas managed to get his eyes above the other man’s waist, he realized there was also eyeliner involved.

Chris arched an eyebrow. “Clothes, and good to see you too.”

Thomas looked over his outfit again, stopping just before he hit the waste. “Those are not clothes.”

The criticism earned him a full dose of puppy eyes. “What? Don’t you like it?”

“I…” It was not a fair question, really. In private, in one of their bedrooms, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. In fact, he might quite like it. Standing here on a street corner in York, outside of a theater, he couldn’t believe the other man hadn’t been arrested for public indecency.

While he tried to wrap his brain around Chris’s clothing - or lack there of - Guy and Richard greeted each other with mockingly exaggerated formality. “Good to see you, Mr. Ellis.”

“And you, Mr. Dexter. Thank you for getting Thomas here. I can’t imagine it was easy.”

“It could have been worse. Thank you for suggesting Brad, by the way. It did make things easier.”

Jumping on the opportunity to dodge Chris and his questions, Thomas turned a scowl on the other two. “I said I’d come, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Richard smiled, his eyes twinkling, all mischief. “And I’m sure you’ve changed your mind five times since then, including twice tonight.”

“It was only three times,” Thomas informed him, “only one of which was tonight.” Really, it wasn’t fair how well they all knew him. “And most of those times was because I decided to look up what the whole thing was about.”

“And it didn’t really take that much to convince him not to call out last minute,” Guy assured them, once more reaching into his jacket for his cigarette case. “Speaking of which, would anyone like a sherbet straw?”

Chris’s eyes lit up. “Oh, brilliant! I’ll take one of those, thanks.”

“Any flavour preference?”

“Naw, cheap energy is cheap energy.” Chris took the straw that Guy handed him and ripped into it. He then eyed the actor critically. “I’ll admit, Rocky Horror didn’t seen like quite your thing, but I didn’t expect Thomas to be more in character than you.”

Guy blinked at him a few times, then looked down at himself. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked, with what Thomas knew to be exaggerated confusion. “It’s always done in the past.”

With an air of open skepticism, Chris explained, “When we say ‘dress up’, we don’t mean for a bloody premier!” The ‘are you really this daft?’ was implied. Even when he was drunk, Chris was too polite to say that out loud to someone who had just given him a gift, even if the gift was just flavoured sugar.

“Oh, don’t worry. I may spend half of my life in America these days, but I’d never wear this waistcoat and tie to a premier!” Guy assured him, all pleasant smiles. “This exact outfit is saved especially for lectures on abnormal pathology.”

Chris blinked, several times, clearly trying to work through that.

Before he managed, Richard gave a short guffaw and graced Guy with his best Cheshire cat grin. “So what you’re saying is that you’d like to take us on a strange journey?”

“If I may,” Guy demurred.

Chris looked, if anything, even more non-plussed. “Oh, you are too hot to be the Criminologist!”

“Oh?” Guy asked, in that teasing, distracting way that he always adopted when people complimented his looks. The way that looked charmingly confident rather than slightly embarrassed. “Then who would you cast me as?”

Chris’s eyes narrowed. He twitched his mustache back and forth, then rocked back on his heels a bit, eyes narrowing further. “I’m not sure,” he finally admitted. “But not the Criminologist! I’ll figure it out by the end of the film.”

“Speaking of the film,” Richard looked over his shoulder toward the door, “I think they’re letting people in. We should probably go.” With one of those comfortable smirks, he walked over and stood next to Thomas, although once there he turned his smirk on Chris. “You lead the way, Doctor.”

With a playful snort, Chris turned and led the way to the theater. Guy followed him without question, trusting the other two to follow.

A light hand on Thomas’s arm kept him still for a moment. As soon as the other two were out of easy ear shot, Richard leaned forward and muttered. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that you look good. Glasses suit you.”

Thomas felt his ears go warm and he grinned. “Yes, well, I feel bloody under dressed.”

“You look great,” the other man assured him, letting go of his sleeve and taking a step toward the door. “And don’t worry. I’m sure Chris will attract any unwanted attention away from you.”

Following him, Thomas looked ahead to where Chris was calling for them to hurry up and join the queue. “Is that why he chose that outfit?” It wasn’t beyond belief. As outrageous as he could be, Chris did genuinely mean well, and could be surprisingly thoughtful at times.

“Mmm, maybe a little,” Richard allowed. “Although he’d have probably done it anyway.” He paused as he slowly started to follow the others, then added, “Having you come as Brad really was my idea.”

Thomas glanced at him. “Oh really?” He smiled a little, although he couldn’t help the rueful note in his voice as he noted, “No need to ask why. Thank you, though, for knowing I’d be most comfortable as the ‘normal’ character.”

“You’re welcome, although that wasn’t the only reason I suggested it.” At Thomas’s questioning look, Richard smirked. “When I first saw this movie, I may have had a terrible crush on Brad Majors.”

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The Ultimate Guide to Door Skins: Transforming Your Doors with Style and Functionality

When it comes to interior design and home improvement, doors often don't get the attention they deserve. However, doors play a significant role in the overall aesthetic and functionality of your space. One effective and affordable way to upgrade your doors is by using door skins. In this blog, we'll delve into what door skins are, their benefits, the various types available, and how to install and maintain them to transform your home's appearance effortlessly.

What are Door Skins?

Door skins are thin layers of material applied to the surface of a door to enhance its appearance, repair damage, or change its style without the need for a complete door replacement. They are designed to cover existing doors seamlessly, providing a fresh and updated look while being cost-effective and easy to install.

Door skins come in various materials, designs, and finishes, making them a versatile option for both residential and commercial settings. Whether you want to revive an old door, match a new interior theme, or add a touch of elegance, door skins offer a practical solution.

Benefits of Using Door Skins

1. Cost-Effective Renovation

Replacing entire doors can be expensive and labor-intensive. Door skins provide a budget-friendly alternative that achieves similar aesthetic results without the high costs associated with full replacements. They allow homeowners and businesses to update the look of their doors economically.

2. Easy Installation

Installing door skins is a straightforward process that can often be done as a DIY project. With the right tools and instructions, you can transform your doors in a matter of hours, saving time and avoiding the hassle of extensive renovations.

3. Variety of Designs and Materials

Door skins are available in a wide array of styles, colors, textures, and materials. From classic wood grains to modern laminates and decorative veneers, there's a door skin to suit every taste and interior design scheme.

4. Repair and Cover Damage

Over time, doors can suffer from scratches, dents, and other forms of wear and tear. Door skins effectively cover these imperfections, restoring the door's appearance and extending its lifespan without the need for complex repairs.

5. Enhanced Durability

Many door skins are made from durable materials that add an extra layer of protection to your doors. They can improve resistance to scratches, moisture, and daily wear, ensuring your doors look great for longer periods.

6. Environmental Friendly

By opting for door skins instead of replacing doors entirely, you reduce waste and the demand for new materials, making it an eco-friendly choice. Additionally, many door skins are made from sustainable materials, further contributing to environmental conservation.

Types of Door Skins

Understanding the different types of door skins available can help you make an informed decision that best suits your needs and preferences.

1. Wooden Door Skins

Solid Wood Veneers: These are thin slices of natural wood applied to the door's surface, offering an authentic and high-end look. They come in various wood species like oak, walnut, and mahogany, each providing unique grain patterns and colors.

Engineered Wood Skins: Made from composite wood products, these skins mimic the appearance of natural wood but are more affordable and resistant to warping and moisture.

2. Laminate Door Skins

Laminate skins consist of layers of paper or fabric impregnated with resin and bonded together under high pressure. They are known for their durability, resistance to scratches and moisture, and are available in numerous designs, including wood, stone, and abstract patterns.

3. PVC Door Skins

PVC (Polyvinyl Chloride) skins are synthetic materials that offer excellent durability and water resistance. They are easy to clean and maintain, making them suitable for areas prone to moisture like bathrooms and kitchens. PVC skins come in various colors and textures, including glossy and matte finishes.

4. Metal Door Skins

Metal skins, such as aluminum or stainless steel, provide a sleek and modern appearance. They are highly durable and resistant to corrosion, making them ideal for commercial settings or contemporary home designs.

5. Glass Door Skins

Glass skins can transform ordinary doors into elegant and sophisticated features. Options include frosted, tinted, or textured glass, which can enhance natural light flow while maintaining privacy.

6. Customized Door Skins

For those seeking a unique look, customized door skins allow for personalized designs, including printed images, patterns, or logos. This option is popular in commercial spaces looking to reinforce branding or in homes aiming for a distinctive interior style.

How to Install Door Skins

Installing door skins is a relatively simple process that can be completed with basic tools and materials. Here's a step-by-step guide to help you through the installation:

Materials Needed

Door skin of your choice

Adhesive (specific to the material type)

Sandpaper

Measuring tape

Utility knife or saw

Roller or squeegee

Clamps (optional)

Protective gloves and eyewear

Step-by-Step Installation Guide

Step 1: Prepare the Door Surface

Remove the door from its hinges and lay it flat on a stable surface.

Remove any hardware like handles and locks.

Clean the door surface thoroughly to remove dust, dirt, and grease.

Sand the surface lightly to create a smooth and adhesive-friendly base. Wipe away any sanding dust.

Step 2: Measure and Cut the Door Skin

Measure the dimensions of your door accurately.

Transfer these measurements to the door skin material.

Cut the door skin to size using a utility knife or saw, ensuring precise edges for a seamless fit.

Step 3: Apply Adhesive

Apply a suitable adhesive evenly across the door surface or the back of the door skin, following the manufacturer's instructions.

Be sure to cover all areas to prevent bubbling or lifting.

Step 4: Attach the Door Skin

Carefully align the door skin with the door edges and press it onto the surface.

Use a roller or squeegee to apply even pressure across the surface, eliminating any air bubbles and ensuring a strong bond.

For added pressure, use clamps around the edges if necessary and allow the adhesive to set as per the recommended drying time.

Step 5: Finishing Touches

Trim any excess material from the edges using a sharp utility knife.

Sand the edges lightly for a smooth finish.

Reattach hardware like handles and locks.

Rehang the door on its hinges.

Professional Installation

While DIY installation is feasible, you may opt for professional services, especially for complex materials like glass or metal skins, to ensure flawless results.

Maintaining Your Door Skins

Proper maintenance will keep your door skins looking fresh and prolong their lifespan.

Cleaning Tips

Regular Dusting: Use a soft, dry cloth to remove dust and prevent buildup.

Gentle Cleaning: For stains or spills, use a damp cloth with mild soap. Avoid harsh chemicals that can damage the surface.

Protect from Moisture: While many door skins are moisture-resistant, prolonged exposure can cause damage. Wipe away any moisture promptly.

Avoiding Damage

Prevent Scratches: Use door stoppers to prevent doors from banging into walls or furniture.

Handle with Care: Avoid hanging heavy items on door handles that could strain the door or cause surface damage.

Immediate Repairs: Address any signs of peeling or damage promptly to prevent further deterioration.

Conclusion

Door skins offer a versatile, affordable, and stylish solution for upgrading your doors and enhancing the overall aesthetic of your space. With a wide range of materials and designs available, you can easily find an option that aligns with your interior design goals and functional needs. Whether you're refreshing a single door or undertaking a comprehensive renovation, door skins provide an effective way to achieve remarkable transformations with minimal effort and expense.

Ready to transform your doors? Explore the diverse world of door skins and discover how this simple upgrade can make a significant difference in your home's look and feel.

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How do outdoor blinds Gold Coast-wide protect from elements?

Known for its excellent beaches and lively outdoor activities, the Gold Coast often exposes homes to the harsh elements. Outdoor blinds are a great solution to maintain comfort and style. Find out how Gold Coast outdoor blinds can protect you from the elements.

Sun and heat protection

Block harmful UV rays

One of the main functions of Gold Coast outdoor blinds is to block harmful UV rays. The strong Australian sun can damage furniture, floors and even skin. Quality outdoor blinds can block up to 99% of these harmful rays, keeping your outdoor space safe and comfortable.

Reduce heat

Outdoor blinds can significantly reduce the amount of heat in your yard. By blocking direct sunlight, these blinds can lower the temperature and turn your terrace or patio into a cool oasis even on the hottest days. It can also reduce your dependence on air conditioning, which lowers your energy bills.

Wind and rain protection

Wind protection

Onshore winds on the Gold Coast can be quite strong. Outdoor blinds act as a barrier and prevent the wind from interfering with outdoor activities. Whether you're barbecuing or relaxing with a book, outdoor blinds can make a space more pleasant by blocking the wind.

Rain Protection

Rain is another element that Gold Coast external blinds can protect you from. Waterproof outdoor blinds can keep your patio furniture dry and extend the usability of your outdoor spaces even when it rains. This is especially useful during unexpected summer storms.

Improve privacy and security

More privacy

Outdoor blinds offer more privacy. They can protect your home from prying eyes, turning your outdoor space into a private haven. This is especially useful if you live in a densely populated area or if your property is close to a neighbor's house.

Improved Security

Outdoor blinds can also improve the security of your home. When closed, they act as a physical barrier, making it difficult for potential intruders to see or access windows and doors. This extra protection can provide peace of mind, especially when you're away from home.

Versatility and aesthetic appeal

Versatile design options

Gold Coast outdoor blinds come in a variety of designs, colors and materials. This versatility allows you to choose blinds that complement the architecture and personal style of your home. Whether you want a sleek contemporary look or a more traditional design, we have an outdoor curtain to suit your needs.

Improve the aesthetic appearance

In addition to the functional benefits, outdoor blinds can improve the aesthetic appearance of your home. Well-chosen blinds can transform an ordinary terrace into an elegant and comfortable living space. They add elegance and sophistication, making your outdoor spaces more inviting.

Enhancing outdoor living spaces

More living space

Outdoor blinds effectively create more living space. By enclosing a patio or deck, you can use the area year-round, regardless of the weather. This extended lounge is perfect for entertaining guests, al fresco dining or simply relaxing with the family.

Increase property value

Installing exterior blinds can also increase the value of your property. Prospective buyers often look for homes with well-maintained outdoor spaces. Quality exterior blinds can make your home more attractive to buyers, potentially increasing its market value.

Easy maintenance and durability

Low maintenance

Outdoor blinds usually require little maintenance. Most materials used in outdoor blinds, such as PVC and fabric, are easy to clean with a simple cloth. This means you can spend more time enjoying the outdoors and less time worrying about maintenance.

Durability

Quality outdoor blinds are designed to withstand the harsh conditions of the Gold Coast. They are made from durable materials that resist fading, tearing and weather damage. This durability ensures that your investment in outdoor blinds will last for many years.

Conclusion

Gold Coast external blinds offer a number of benefits, from protection against sun, wind and rain to improved privacy, security and aesthetic appeal. They improve the usability and comfort of outdoor spaces, increase property value and require little maintenance. Whether you want to create a private retreat or an elegant outdoor entertaining area, outdoor blinds are a practical and attractive solution.

So if you're considering ways to enhance your outdoor space, investing in outdoor blinds Gold Coast-wide is a smart choice. Enjoy the beauty and lifestyle of the Gold Coast while being protected from the elements.

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Market Trends in Polyvinyl Chloride Derivatives and Specialized Products

Polyvinyl Chloride: Exploring the Prevalence of Polyethylene Terephthalate in Our Daily Lives What is PVC?

Polyvinyl chloride, commonly abbreviated as PVC, is a thermoplastic polymer. It is the third most widely produced polymer after polyethylene and polypropylene. PVC has a wide range of applications in construction materials, toys, pipes, wires, medical devices, and more due to its low production cost, workability, and resistance to corrosion. Chemical Structure and Properties of PVC

PVC is formed by the polymerization of vinyl chloride monomer. The chemical structure of PVC consists of carbon, hydrogen, and chlorine atoms. It is a linear polymer with alternate single and double carbon-chlorine bonds. This molecular structure gives PVC its characteristic properties. PVC is a hard, stiff material with high tensile strength and excellent electrical insulation. It becomes flexible and pliable at higher temperatures but reverts to its original form when cooled. PVC is also noted for being lightweight, easy to work with, and offers good resistance to corrosion from acids, alkalis, and oil. Its toughness and durability make it suitable for a diverse set of applications. Production Process for PVC

The production of PVC involves a two-step process - manufacture of vinyl chloride monomer (VCM) followed by polymerization of VCM into PVC polymer. In the first step, ethylene or acetylene is reacted with hydrogen chloride gas in the presence of a catalyst to produce VCM. In the second step, VCM undergoes polymerization either by suspension polymerization or emulsion polymerization methods to form PVC resin. The PVC resin is then compounded with additives, stabilizers, and fillers before processing into finished products. The worldwide production of PVC stands at over 40 million tons annually. Applications of PVC in Construction

As a rigid thermoplastic polymer, PVC finds its major application in the construction industry due to the favorable properties of strength, durability, flame resistance, and cost-effectiveness. PVC piping is extensively used for supplying potable water and drainage systems due to its inorganic nature and resistance to corrosion. Rigid PVC sheets are used as roofing and siding materials in buildings for their light weight, low maintenance, and weather resistance characteristics. PVC windows commonly replace wooden windows owing to advantages such as no painting or rottenness. PVC flooring has emerged as a popular alternative to vinyl floor tiles, laminate, and ceramic tiles. PVC doors have also gained preference over wood or metal doors for homes and commercial spaces. Overall, PVC accounts for approximately 35% of plastic usage in construction applications worldwide. Applications of Polyvinyl Chloride in Medical Devices

PVC is preferred for medical devices and tubing applications due to its sterilizability, clarity for visual inspections, flexibility, and economical processing. Common examples include tubing for dialysis and transfusion sets, drug and infusion containers, blood and plasma bags, medical device tubing, and respiratory appliances. Soft PVC is favored for items that contact the skin like catheters and implants due to its flexibility. Scientific instruments for laboratories also use PVC extensively owing to its chemical resistance and self-extinguishing nature. PVC offers an ideal balance of properties compared to alternatives like polyethylene for most general-purpose medical polymer applications. Use of PVC in Wire and Cable Insulation

PVC is the most widely used insulating material in electric cables and wires industries. It accounts for over 40% of the total plastic used in cable insulation globally. Low-smoke PVC formulations provide excellent flame retardancy and self-extinguishing properties required for wire safety. PVC also delivers high dielectric strength for voltage insulation, chemical and moisture resistance, flexibility, low toxicity, and affordability. Some key wire and cable applications utilizing PVC insulation include housing and construction wires, automobile wires, power cables, appliance cords, telecommunications cables, and sheathed cables. Its widespread usage is attributed to the ability to meet various performance standards demanded by the wire and cable industry. Toys and Childcare Products using PVC

Soft PVC finds applications in the manufacturing of children's toys owing to safety, flexibility, and affordability. Common toy products made from PVC include dolls, action figures, balls, inflatable toys, play equipment, and more. Safety standards compliant soft PVC provides an ideal material for children to mouth and contact with their skin. In healthcare, PVC is preferred for products like baby bottles, nipples, and teethers due to non-toxicity and clarity. PVC swimming pool toys and equipment have benefits over natural rubber or harder plastics. Overall, the versatile properties of PVC allow its safe usage in a range of toy and infant care articles available at economical costs.

In conclusion, PVC has emerged as one of the most widespread and commercially important plastics globally due to its versatile characteristics suitable for a variety of applications. Advancements in polymerization and compounding techniques allow the versatile formulations of PVC suitable for construction, medical, wire, toys, and other industries. With over 60 years of usage, research into improving PVC continues as a dynamically evolving thermoplastic. It stands as a vital polymer material that has touched almost every aspect of modern life from infrastructure to healthcare to consumer products. Though environmental and health issues concerning plastic pollution persist, sustainable product and process innovations aim to mitigate these concerns of the popular but controversial plastic polyvinyl chloride.

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The Role Of PVC And WPC Boards In Interior Architecture

When designing beautiful, functional interior spaces, the materials used for elements like wall paneling, doors, trim, and decorative molding play a key role. Architects and designers must balance aesthetics, durability, affordability, and ease of installation. Interior architects increasingly turn to PVC and WPC boards as versatile, high-performing solutions for various indoor architectural uses.

PVC Foam Boards

PVC (polyvinyl chloride) boards provide a budget-friendly alternative to solid wood panels, with moisture resistance and low maintenance needs. Some key benefits of PVC Foam boards for interiors include:

Cost Effectiveness — PVC boards cost significantly less than natural wood. Savings add up for large installations.

Lightweight — At less than half the weight of MDF, PVC installs easily without heavy equipment. Easier handling reduces labor time.

Durability — PVC stands up well to bumps, moisture, insects, and rotting. It retains its integrity over many years.

Customization — PVC boards can be cut, shaped, engraved, and machined for high design flexibility. Creates unique looks.

Low Maintenance — Unlike wood, PVC needs little upkeep, refinishing, or repair over time: easy soap and water cleaning.

Fire Resistance — PVC has flame-retardant properties and produces very little smoke when burned. Safer for residential and commercial spaces.

Consistency — Mass production of PVC boards ensures consistent thickness, color, and finishing. Reliable quality.

Common architectural uses for PVC boards include wall cladding, wainscoting, ceiling detailing, cabinetry, interior shutters, raised paneling, column wraps, door skins, window trim, baseboards, and backsplashes. With some creativity, the applications are nearly endless in commercial and residential settings. Paintable PVC offers even more possibilities.

WPC Boards

WPC (wood plastic composite) boards blend plastic and wood particles into durable, stable boards for interior use. Benefits of WPC include:

Strength — WPC contains fibers that make it stronger than 100% plastic or wood alone. Highly rigid and impact-resistant.

Stability — The composite material resists swelling and shrinking from moisture. Handles humidity fluctuations.

Workability — WPC machines like wood can be sanded, routed, and fastened using standard tools and hardware.

Customizable — WPC boards can be cut, shaped, engraved, and laminated for unique looks. Takes paints and stains.

Weather/Insect Resistance — With inherent durability and pest resistance, WPC withstands sun, rain, snow, and termites throughout seasons.

Easy Cleaning — WPC resists collecting dirt and wipes clean easily. Use soap and water to maintain appearance.

Eco-Friendly — Manufactured from recycled plastic and wood byproducts, WPC has a lighter environmental impact.

Architects often recommend WPC for exterior applications like decking, railing, facade paneling, and outdoor furniture. But WPC offers interior advantages as well. Common indoor uses include decorative wall cladding, wainscoting, window sills, door jambs, ceiling accents, columns, and millwork.

Maximizing PVC and WPC in Designs

When leveraging PVC boards or WPC doors in interior designs, keep these tips in mind:

Use backlighting or light boxes to make translucent panels stand out.

Accent with solid wood or metal for visual interest.

Opt for textured finishes and grooves for added dimension.

Complement sleek PVC with rough wood textures and vice versa.

Use neutral PVC as a base for bold painted patterns or prints.

Install WPC as an eco-friendly accent against drywall or brick.

Shape into geometric or nature-inspired cutouts for wall art and dividers.

Fully waterproof bathrooms and kitchens with easy-clean PVC or WPC wall cladding.

Both PVC and WPC offer reliability, customization, and affordability. Contact a leading manufacturer like JKD Plastics to explore how these materials can enhance your next interior architecture project through innovative design and sensible functionality.

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