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A Wife for Thor Pt.12

Queen of New Asgard

12/02/2020

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 9,737

Warnings: fluff, cute babies, talks of pregnancy, angst, Avengers shenanigans, talks of sex

A/N: So this one is a bit longer than the rest, I really wanted to make sure that this one was a lengthy treat. I didn’t want to split the chapter into two between getting to the Avengers and then actually meeting them and spending tie with them. I wanted to keep it together. I hope you all like it! I had a lot of fun with it, and mostly, I just really love Thor. I want him for myself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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To say you’re a mess would be an understatement.

At least having Thor by your side gives you a small sense of stability, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to meet the Avengers.

Earth’s mightiest heroes.

People so famous that everyone knows their name. Even people in remote parts of the world know they exist.

The sensation of being pulled and gliding through the air in Thor’s arms as the Bifrost glow surrounds you both in your transport is nothing compared to the rolling of your stomach at the thought of saying or doing something stupid in front of Thor’s friends and comrades.

You hold him tighter, loving the way he feels in full armor. Only because it really drives home the fact that he could protect you from anything as opposed to being comfortable.

You’re dressed more simply though not at all casual. The outfit you’re wearing was shoved into your bag with two others in case of official events that might crop up during your honeymoon.

Because dinner with Thor’s teammates is supposed to be a relaxed event, you chose the most unimpressive of the three.

The bodice consists of a one-piece made of leather. Armor would be more accurate in describing it. Though bits of it have been dyed a dark yet also soft gray-purple, others, like the right breast piece and the strip that wraps down around your left side are a natural brown. Textured with a ridged design to compliment the thinner more boned design of the gray-purple section.

Around your waist and laced at the back is another a-symmetrical piece of that natural brown leather, but along the base of it is sewn a long flowing skirt made of a cotton voile base in navy and a sheer silk light blue making the effect of it together like shifting water.

The skirt is left open slightly on the right. If anyone pays really close attention, they’ll see the top of your thigh in the sway. Generally, the dress is appropriate and since this will technically be your first public outing with Thor, it was important you look the part.

Neither of you is wearing a crown. Not necessary really, if it isn’t an official ceremony or event, but you are wearing the large golden pin that Thor had made for you to put on the left breast of your sleeveless gown.

It’s the same interlaced arches that are on your swords with a crown that looks just like your wedding crown at the center where the arches connect.

It shines bright, brand new as it is, and is a symbol of your new status in the world.

A human Queen of Asgard.

It’s safe to say that your name is known from one corner of the Earth to the other which you only just realized when you were doing some research on the time it takes for a body to decompose in a demi-damp environment occasionally exposed to heat. You’d stumbled across a tabloid page with the headline How the New Queen of Asgard Bewitched the God of Thunder.

You hadn’t bothered to read the article because it was clear exactly what kind of reporting they were doing from the picture of you, which someone had pulled from the website of your old school, sitting on Thor’s chest with a photoshopped smirk and glowing red eyes.

There were a few others you read, most of them nice and from official news sources. All of them detailing your tragic childhood and your ascension to wealth. Then your birth ancestry was exposed making you a top candidate for Queen of the Asgardians and in one article for the New York Times, you recognized the pictures of your wedding as you and Thor stared at each other in all of your enamored glory.

Anyone with eyes can see that you love him and in those pictures, you can admit that it helps you feel a bit more secure in Thor’s love to see that he’s looking at you the exact same way. How can he look at you like that and not love you? Or at least be really fond of you?

As the air gets colder, mushy gray snow lining the streets below you, Thor’s body pulls up, preparing to stand as his speed slows.

You feel him step onto the pavement before you do, then slowly he lowers you, large hands so careful with you that you can’t help but look for his eye to see what he might be feeling.

His eyes are not on you though. They’re on the crowd that’s slowly begun to gather.

They’re giving you a wide berth, but they’re stopping to look, and some have pulled out their cell phones to take photos or record video.

You can hear whispers shift through the cold New York winter air, people leaning over to each other in excitement and curiosity. Much like the crowd back in New Asgard had when you’d driven by them to get to your dress fitting and the wedding parade.

You can’t really make out what they’re saying but Thor can, and he wraps his arm around your waist, turns you to face those that are nearest, and waves.

You follow his example and give them as kind a smile as you can, despite the sudden nerves eating at you.

Shit, do you have to say something? Are you expected to?

“Hello everyone. I know most of you have seen her in the papers and on the interwebs already, but this is my beautiful and lovely Queen. My wife, Y/N.” Thor declares, but even your name he caresses with the soft shift in his tone.

“Hello?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question, but it does.

Still, there are a few people that giggle at your reaction.

A sense of calm overcomes those watching, as if finally hearing you speak seems to have burst a bubble.

“Aw yew a pwincess?” A small hand tugs at your skirts and you turn to look down at an adorable little girl with smooth deep brown skin. Her hair is gathered in two small buns, tight braids keep it neat.

All you can really see are her big brown eyes, so wide and full of wonder.

You pull from Thor’s grasp and squat down to be on the toddler’s level. She can’t be more than three.

“She’s my Queen, little one.” Thor explains, squatting down beside you. “Queen of New Asgard. Isn’t she pretty?”

The little girl giggles and nods, then reaches up to touch your own hair which has also been braided, one long in the middle giving it a mohawk look, and several other small braids along the sides to keep it neat while flying.

At least that’s the bit that you remember from this morning.

Thor had pulled you out of bed at four o’clock, led you to a chair in the bathroom and then started messing with your hair. Of course, that sent you right back off to sleep but you remember asking him sleepily at some point why he was braiding your hair and he’d explained that it was to keep it from getting all messy while flying.

That’s the last thing you remember before he was suddenly kissing you awake and then your mind was busy with the delicious way he carried you back to bed and then heartbroken when he said you had only ten minutes more to sleep while he showered.

You’re so tired.

Smiling at the little girl, watching her own joy grow in her eyes gives you new energy and you take her hand and hold it in your two.

“It’s so lovely to meet you…?”

A woman hurries over from the crowd, voice frantic as she seems to have finally spotted her little escapee.

“RUBY!” The poor mother cries, hurrying to her daughter’s side.

“Ruby,” You repeat.

The little girl turns to look at her mother while you keep hold of her hand.

“Wook mama! A Ka-ween!” She giggles and her mother slows, hesitating now that she notices you and Thor.

“Holy shi-” Her mother says, “I’m so sorry.”

Hurrying forward, she takes hold of Ruby’s shoulders and pulls her close, not because she’s threatened by you two or anything. She must be shocked.

You let her hand go as it’s pulled gently, and Thor helps you stand back up. Once you’re standing, he reaches down to take hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, smiling at the woman as Ruby turns to hug her leg excitedly. “She’s very sweet.”

“She’s a troublemaker. That’s what she is.” The woman counters. “D-Do I have to curtsy or somethin’?”

“Not this time.” Thor tells her, “For having such an adorable child, we’ll give you the curtsy pass.”

He’s joking. Teasing the woman.

“Thor…” You nudge him and he chuckles, amused by you more than his joke. “What he means to say is, yes. Normally you would have to, but he knows I’m already nervous out of my mind so it’s okay.”

The woman looks around behind her, aware of the flashing camera phones and the videos they must be taking. So, she turns back to you and clumsily makes a curtsy.

Little Ruby sees her do it and then turns to you and does an even clumsier version of the same bow.

“Thank you.” You manage to say, voice almost completely deprived of volume from how nervous her attention makes you.

“Yes,” Thor agrees, suddenly serious. “Thank you. Both of you, for the warm New York welcome.”

“It was nothing.” The woman says, dipping down to pick up Ruby. “Say buh-bye, Ruby.”

As they walk away, Ruby twists in her mother’s arms to look over her shoulder at you and Thor and waves.

“Buh-bye!”

“Bye, Ruby.” You wave at her, smiling at her cuteness before you look up to meet Thor’s gaze.

“See, that wasn’t so terrible.” Thor gives you a squeeze. “Just our luck that it was an adorable child to greet you first.”

“She was so cute!” You gush, wishing you could take her home.

Maybe Thor sees the deep want in your own face because he leans in and presses his lips to your temple before resting them softly against your ear.

“Don’t worry, cherub. Soon we’ll have our own little one running around the palace.” He promises.

Even though he means it in an innocent way, the deep tone and intent in his voice is also very clear and if there weren’t a lot of people watching, you’d pull him down for a kiss.

He smirks down at you, almost like he knows that you picked up on that lusty vibe despite his words being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair.” You complain.

Thor chuckles then gives the crowd, which has grown quite a bit, another wave.

“Something to look forward to when we go home.” He reasons.

“Will we get to do everything you want with this crowd around us?” You give them a look and tuck yourself into Thor’s side a little more but wave all the same.

All these eyes on you. Watching you. Listening to every little thing you say?

“I’ll make it possible, cherub.” Thor assures you.

He twirls his hammer, a near replica of the one his sister destroyed before they arrived on Earth and takes a step towards the crowd with the look of someone about to make a speech.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you look at yourself, you still look like you. Still wearing the dress you’d pulled on in the morning. Braids still in place.

Thor is still in full uniform. Still holding his hammer. But as the two of you walk through the city, no one stops to look.

After you and Thor had ducked into that first shop—a bakery that had lured him in by the nose because apparently the breakfast you’d cooked him hadn’t been enough—and emerged freshly fed, none of the people who had stopped to watch you when you'd landed were looking at you as you passed them.

Some of them even looked right at you then away as if they didn’t recognize you.

“It’s magic.” Thor whispers in your ear.

He straightens up, watching you with an amused grin as understanding overcomes your face.

“A trick my mother taught me that Loki has helped me perfect. Would you like us to see what they do? Our clothes, I mean? We’ll still see each other.”

“Sure.” You nod, excited by the proximity of magic to yourself.

Thor gives you a nod. He twirls his hammer, held loose in his right hand and it turns into an umbrella.

His clothes are neat and somewhat formal. More of a business casual with dark pressed trousers, a thick black t-shirt made of a heavy and soft cotton blend. His jacket is coal gray, with just the slightest hint of brown.

You gasp lightly, stunned by the sight of him with two electric blue eyes. No sleek black and gold eyepatch. Just two pretty orbs that blink at the shock on your face.

“What, love?” He worries, reaching down to place his hand on your lower back as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“Your eyes.” You shake your head, speechless.

“Oh, yes. Well, it helps me blend in.”

His blonde hair is styled too, a smooth wave of the longer hair along the top of his head. Why is he so pretty?

Thor chuckles.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teases, still looking forward.

“I’m staring,” You huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

But you give yourself a look and find yourself wearing a chic black pantsuit. More heavy cotton blend fabric from head to toe. It has that waterproof sheen though. Like if you spill something it’ll just roll off. Black long sleeve shirt with a higher than normal collar. It’s just a few inches short of being a turtleneck.

Over that you’re wearing a sleeveless wool trench coat with big black buttons and large pockets. The cut is feminine and left open since it’s cold but not too cold during the day with the sun streaming down.

It’ll be different tonight.

“We have these actual clothes waiting for us at the compound. I had them sent over when Stark told me that I’d be able to bring you for introductions. We can change in my room once we’re there, so we won’t be as constricted.” Thor takes your hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

“You have a room at the compound? Isn’t it like a military base or something?” You wonder.

“Parts of it. There is a shooting range and a hangar with plenty of planes and jets. A pretty large garage with quite the selection of cars. Maybe we can go for a drive after dinner for some alone time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you’re still trying to wrap your mind around bedrooms at the compound.

“Do some of the Avengers live on the compound?”

“Yes.” Thor nods, his attention pulled away from his suggestive expression. “Several of them do. Wanda lives there. Captain Rogers, Natasha, Vision, Samuel and Barnes live there now too. Stark has moved out to be with Pepper on some cabin they purchased together a year ago.

“Barton lives with his family, so he doesn’t stay at the compound. And of course, for me it has been a home away from home. The only other person that stays there but doesn’t live there permanently is Banner.

“After we arrived from our journey in space, he took to his lab and slept at the compound for nearly six months before he finally went home. He hasn’t come back to the compound since. Says he’s working on something, but he’s promised to be here for our dinner.” Thor assure you.

Sad to say that you can’t exactly be as excited as he is as the list of names, he just went through looms over you like a test you didn’t study for.

Suddenly he stops, and he waves over at another tall blonde man with storm blue eyes and what looks to be a full beard. His slightly outgrown blonde hair is pushed back, the tresses smooth and silky as he hurries towards you both, brown leather bomber jacket zipped shut over a pair of jeans.

“Oh, you’re dressed up.” He says, but you recognize him and as Thor stops, you find yourself gaping at Captain America. “Maybe I should have picked something nicer.”

“Not necessary. You and the rest of the team are friends.” He takes Captain America’s hand and shakes it before they both meet in a quick hug.

“It’s been too long.” Thor admits.

“Well, you’re a busy man now. King and all that.”

“H-How did you recognize us?” You stutter, focusing on the mystery before you instead of the fact that Captain America is standing right fucking there!

“I let him see us.” Thor explains. “The veil holds only for those I want to shield us from.”

“Oh.” You whisper, not intending to but you have no air in your lungs again.

Thor seems to read your frayed nerves because he reaches around to wrap his arm around your waist and offer you some support.

“Captain Rogers, this is my lovely and very nervous wife, Y/N Y/L/N. Queen of Asgard and if I’m honest, the love of my life.” Thor’s honest gushing, the way he sounds honest and so freaking sincere brings you back to yourself a little and with a squeeze from him, you relax.

“Steve, Thor. Please. I’m not Captain America anymore.” He says, almost as if it’s a reminder.

This confuses you because as far as you know, Steve Rogers is still Captain America.

“I read the e-mail.” Thor says, shaking his head. “I thought perhaps it was a joke.”

“Since when have I ever joked about something this serious?”

“I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have-”

Steve Rogers turns to you, ignoring Thor for the moment as he holds his hand out and slowly you take it.

“I know I should probably bow, but we don’t want everyone knowing who I’m talking to so, is a handshake okay?”

“Of course!” You say breathlessly as he shakes your hand softly. His grip is firm, but you can tell he’s very aware of not hurting you.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He begins, then leans in towards you and whispers, “Your Majesty.”

Both of you are left smiling while Thor’s eyes are narrowed at the two of you.

“How do you find married life? Has Thor gotten on your nerves yet?”

You can tell he’s joking because while he’s talking to you, he steals a quick side-eye at Thor to gauge his reaction.

“Not yet. But he does like to eat all of the bacon.” You whisper.

Steve makes a pained look, directing it at Thor, still holding your hand in that gentle handshake.

“That’s a big no-no.” Steve agrees.

“Right?” You press, enjoying the pout on Thor’s lips.

“Alright, Rogers, release my wife’s hand.” He reaches and takes your hand out of Steve’s forcefully, but you and Steve only chuckle.

Thor pulls your hand up against his chest and with his other arm still around your waist, he’s basically got you wrapped up in his arms.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting.” Steve laughs, moving towards a black luxury sedan.

Thor makes to move forward but you pull back, resisting because meeting Steve Rogers was already stressful enough.

Now you have to go meet the rest of them? Can’t you just call it quits now?

“Cherub?” Thor looks at you, the concern pouring from him so overwhelmingly sweet that you give in.

He wants this so badly. It’s so important to him. You’ll also have to do many things from here on out that will make you anxious and stressed.

Suck it up.

“I’m just nervous.” You tell him, as if he can’t already see it himself.

“Thor?” Steve calls from the driver’s side of the car. He’s got the door open, both arms resting against the top of the vehicle.

“A moment, Steve.” Thor says, and for some reason it gives Steve a curious look on his face.

It’s almost as if he’s not used to Thor calling him by his first name.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, my love. You’ve already met Rogers and he’s like one of those dogs with the long ears and the funny long howl when it comes to sensing when anything’s amiss. Clearly, he likes you. You’re perfection, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”

Thor’s gushing should make you feel better, and it does a little. But you’re about to meet so many people. All of them important to Thor. What if you say something that makes one of them angry? What if you and one of them—or all of them—just don’t mesh well?

“I just-I-I don’t want to, I don’t know, disappoint you?”

Thor’s face falls into complete adoration. His smile is soft but wide and so pleased. He takes a step towards you, reaching up with both hands to place them on the back of your head, just behind your ears.

“You’ve already made me so proud, cherub. You’re here, standing with your head held high, greeting the people of a foreign country with grace and kindness. You’ve made jokes with one of my closest comrades already. I have every faith that you will continue to outshine me.” He chuckles as you relax a little more. “Do you need a few minutes?”

You shake your head, reaching up to take hold of his wrists. “No.”

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Thor slips his hands down, flicking them gently so that he can take hold of both your hands.

He pulls them to his lips and kisses them, never breaking eye contact.

He must lose concentration for his magic because as he kisses your knuckles, his two eyes turn into one as the eyepatch takes its place again.

His regular clothes turn back into his armor and your own dress shifts back into the more Asgardian appropriate attire.

“Uh, Thor?” Steve Rogers insists.

Thor looks at him and with a nod towards his body, Steve Rogers communicates the problem.

You look around and people are stopping their shopping and walking and going about their days to turn and look at the two Asgardian monarchs suddenly standing on the sidewalk in a sweet and affectionate embrace.

“Oops.” Thor smiles at them and gives them a wave while simultaneously taking hold of your hand.

You follow his lead and give them a regal wave and polite smile as he pulls you towards the car. Steve Rogers is already there, holding the back door open for you.

You get in and he shuts the door as Thor moves around to the other side and gets in too.

“You distracted me.” He accuses you, reaching around you to pinch your side.

You give a small scream of laughter then look at the watching crowd with a startled and embarrassed smile, but they’re pleased by the exchange. Some of them taking video and photos. Others just giggling and laughing along with you.

There are a few young women and men who even look envious. And honestly? Who wouldn’t?

You look and Thor and as he chuckles at your reaction to his teasing and the reaction of those watching as Steve Rogers pulls the car away from curb, you can understand their envy because Thor is beautiful and anyone, even if in the end they decide they don’t want to be with him, would be lucky to share in his love.

~~~~~~~~~~

You made Thor promise to keep his hands to himself and you’re already regretting it.

You feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s all wobbly on your legs.

Knees are buckling and you might go down any second.

Thor takes an inch in your direction, but you give him a frown and he clears his throat before going right back to the spot he’d been in.

Both of you stand in a long common room. There are two modern armchairs in a gray almost beige cotton fabric. Two long sofas in an orange sandstone color sit completely occupied.

On the sofa to the right sit two beautiful red heads. One has short shoulder-length hair with pale blonde tips. The other’s long locks in a deeper less vibrant red fall to the base of her shoulder blades.

The brighter red headed woman has a sharp face, with large bright green eyes and eyebrows that start somewhat full on the inner corners and slowly fade into much thinner lines.

They’re perfectly shaped for her face though it does give her a sterner look.

She’s wearing a plain black dress with capped sleeves and a plunging V neckline. Her shoes are simple black flats though, which she taps against the floor as she waits for you to speak. Black Widow is just as fearsome as she looks in the news.

The other woman is much younger, her youthful face round. Her eyes are a pretty soft brown, more inviting though still a little distrustful. This must be Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

It’s like she’s analyzing every move you make.

Fuck.

Beside her sits a man with peachy skin, short blondish-reddish hair. He looks older than her, but still handsome.

Despite the appearance of his older age, he has hold of one of Wanda’s hands. Fingers intertwined.

They’re together.

Vision, your mind provides.

On the other sofa sits Steve, his eyes kind as he waits patiently for you to be ready. Beside him sits a handsome black man with an exhausted expression.

You can tell that it isn’t directed at you, but he looks tired. Just home from doing some Avengers work, maybe?

Beside him sits a middle-aged man with small streaks of gray at his temples. His face is kind, but he seems like he’s preoccupied. Like he’s got places to be or things to do.

He keeps wringing his hands slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches you.

On the far armchair is the man himself, Tony Stark. He looks every bit a king in his domain, just like Thor back home in New Asgard.

He owns the place—literally—and everyone knows it just by watching him sit there. He’s inquisitive about you, his mind clearly racing from the look in his eyes.

He’s the most analytical out of everyone. He keeps looking at you from head to toe, every shift in your stance, the way you hold your hands, or the fact that you’re looking each of them over and making your own conclusions catches his attention.

The last person in the room, and the only other one standing aside from you and Thor, is a tall beefy man with shortly cropped dark brown hair. He also looks tired, and he reaches up to rub his exhausted face with his shining black arm etched with golden veins that run through the sleek indestructible metal.

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though most people still call him that, from what Thor said in your prep when coming is that he’s been fixed?

No, that’s not the right way to phrase that. He’s not a dog. He’s been deprogrammed.

You don’t quite understand what that means, but you realized as Thor spoke that Hydra had done something to Bucky to make him do the things that he’d done. Like brainwashing, though you know nothing about how one gets brainwashed.

It made you sad, that someone would be that cruel and take from someone their identity and all the things that make them who they are. You heart aches for the former Winter Soldier and he gives you the tinies of smiles. Just a soft and subtle gesture of encouragement.

All eyes in the room are on you, and you’re freezing up so you appreciate the figurative extended hand.

When you speak, your voice trembles at first.

“I-It’s so…I’m s-so…”

They stir, sitting up straighter at the sound of your voice.

Get it together! You’re Queen of an entire fucking kingdom!

You clear your throat, and with a quick shallow breath you try again.

“I’m sorry, I’m a l-little nervous. I know how important you all are to Thor and I-I know this was sudden. We were both really sorry that you couldn’t come to the wedding but I’m so glad to meet you now. My name is Y/N, and I…I think that’s it?”

Turning to Thor, you find him smiling wide, singular eye bright. He’s proud and you can see it in the way he pulls his shoulders back and moves back towards you, slipping his arm around your waist.

Both of you are wearing the real versions of his illusion now minus the coats, formal King and Queen garb abandoned in his room.

Thor’s arm is a welcome warmth.

“That was wonderful, cherub.”

“Cherub?” A snarky voice teases, and both of you turn to look at Tony Stark.

“Leave them alone, Tony. I’ve heard some of the things you call Pepper when you think we aren’t listening.” The Black Widow, Natasha, cuts in.

“Like what?”

“Pudding-pop?”

“That’s a good one.” Thor observes. “Can I borrow it?”

“All y’all being really gross.” The new Captain America, Sam, points out.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your own pudding-pop.” Bucky sighs, moving to the back of the sofa to lean both hands on the seat and look down at his friend.

“When’s the last time you had someone call you pudding-pop, Barnes?” Sam wonders, a clear attempt at a jab.

“Uh…1943? Just after I enlisted.” He answers, no sarcasm or embarrassment about that fact.

“You both need to get a life.” Natasha points out.

“You first.” Sam retorts.

Natasha fixes him with a look of confusion before getting up and moving towards Bucky. For a moment it looks as if she’s just going to pass right by him and into the kitchen behind him, but instead she slips her arm through his metal one and leans against him gently.

“I’ve got one. Don’t I, pudding-pop?”

The silence that follows is heavy but with building energy.

Then the room explodes with exclamations of, “What?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“How long have you two been a thing?”

“Why?!”

With their attention diverted, you relax, leaning into Thor’s embrace as Natasha catches your eye and gives you a quick subtle wink.

“I thought we were gonna wait?” You hear Bucky ask Natasha over the cacophony of voices demanding information, all of them on their feet again too except for Steve who is smiling and hiding it behind his hand.

Obviously he already knew, and it’s also obvious that Natasha revealed her relationship with Bucky for your benefit and to make meeting you the secondary event of this get together and while some women would be pissed that she’s gone and stolen your spotlight, you could not be more grateful.

~~~~~~~~~~

A metallic shoulder rubs against the side of your head and you lean away, gasping because you hadn’t expected the sensation.

You’re greeted with a metallic mask, similar to those of Tony Stark’s Iron Man helmet with slight variations around the mouth. The color is also brushed silver, the body white and red. It shifts to the side a little, away from you but it tips its head down in apology like an old 18th century gentleman.

“I’m sorry. Please, excuse me while I collect your empty plates.” The robot says.

“Sorry about the A.I., Cherub.” Tony says, then gives a quiet whistle. “Hey Bud, why don’t you take the night off?”

Beside you, Thor chuckles at Tony’s new nickname for you. He’s done nothing but call you cherub since Thor did earlier in the night. It’s going to stick, or so Steve had promised.

The A.I. straightens up and puts the plates back down before moving off down the hall and out of sight.

“Bud?” Bruce Banner asks, who insisted you call him Bruce and drop the Doctor and the last name.

You have to keep reminding yourself to do so every time you talk to him. Because you can’t seem to remember, you’ve just chosen not to talk to him until you can.

Tony gets to his feet, moving around the table to lean over you, hand placed on his jacket to keep it from swinging against you.

“B.U.D.” He repeats, each letter on its own. “Buggy and Underdeveloped. I’m working on it. I’ve got their manners down. Jarvis quality though not as reliable. Vision is helping me work out the kinks.”

“I do what I can.” Vision says, Wanda reaching around to massage the back of his shoulders.

“You’ve made all the improvements. Tony had them calling us dickheads that one week before he asked for your help.”

“It was a typo!” Tony moves around to Natasha’s plate and piles it on top of yours, then Bucky’s who mutters a nervous thanks which Tony also mutters back a somewhat stiff approval.

You’re not given much time to notice their exchange before Thor’s hand finds your thigh under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand. “Just surprised. I’ve never been around artificial intelligence of that caliber.”

“Don’t worry, Cherub. You’ll be used to it soon. You’ll be getting an upgrade at that pretty space cottage of yours pretty soon.” Tony says, grabbing a few glasses one at a time as he moves around the table.

“I’ll help you, Stark.” Thor suddenly says and releases your hand to move around the table and grab the other plates and glasses.

Why does he call him by his last name? Habit maybe?

“Thanks,” Tony nods.

“Space cottage?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Yeah, that big wooden house you all call a palace?” Tony clarifies.

“Oh,” Silly way to look at it. “There’s steel too.”

Tony smirks, “Well, I’ll be sending some people over to get a security system installed and an advanced satellite scanner to catch any movements that might come in from—up there. With this new threat that-”

Thor coughs loudly, dropping a glass that makes a terrible shattering glass sound against the black tabletop. Bucky catches the glass and holds it still then offers it up to him again.

Tony meets Thor’s singular eyed gaze who shakes his head minutely.

“-which I guess you’re not supposed to know? Whoops.” And with that he turns and leaves the room.

You look at Thor and find him watching you, then he quickly turns and follows Tony out of the room.

Whenever you’ve read in the past that someone sees red, you’d always suspected that it was metaphorical. However, you see red as your brain short circuits and all you can feel is a level rage.

The one thing you’d asked of Thor was that he won’t keep secrets from you and here is one, not even a week after your wedding!

“Don’t worry.” Natasha interjects, getting up from her seat. “When it’s worth knowing about, Thor will tell you. He just doesn’t want you to worry.”

Your frown only grows. You can’t seem to get your sudden temper flare under control.

“You’re upset.” Steve notices, getting up when everyone also starts to rise. “Why?”

You follow their example and get to your feet, pushing your chair under the table before following them into a smaller living room space just off the main common room while trying to quell your anger.

The living room is mostly white and gray with a long sectional that is full of red pillows.

“Because I’m Queen of New Asgard.” You point out, speaking a little more firmly than you mean to.

Steve gestures to the seat at the edge of the sectional and you take it, swallowing hard as you shove some of that upset down into your tummy so that you won’t lash out at the very nice people that Thor sees as family.

“You are.” Steve agrees. “No one would argue that you aren’t.”

Does he not get it?

“He might not want me to worry, but I have a responsibility to the people of New Asgard. If something is happening that might affect them, I need to know.” You cross your arms across your chest, huffing lightly and letting that be the peak of your temper.

You don’t want to fight with Thor here in front of everyone.

The reaction isn’t what you expect.

Sam, who is sitting on the floor at the bend in the sofa leaning against it as the weight of his sleepiness begins to take over, whistles.

Long and slow.

Bucky chuckles as Natasha settles beside him, her arms crossed across her chest as she leans back into his arm.

They don’t look together even if they are, just comfortable. Bucky’s arm curves a little more for her and is the only giveaway that there’s more between them than friendship.

She smirks. On the sofa beside you, Wanda leans forward to try and get a look at your pouting face, her red curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. Vision is standing by the TV looking at a collection of records to put on a turntable that sits ready and empty.

Dr. Ban-Bruce isn’t anywhere in sight.

Steve settles in beside Wanda but closer to Sam, leaving enough room for Vision to sit when he’s finished with the music.

“Thor said you had some bite.” Natasha shares, “Said something about you standing up for Loki? What’s that about?”

You feel your cheeks burn, neck too. With a shrug, you drop your arms and clutch at the fabric of your pants by your knees.

“Yeah, dude’s pretty psycho,” Sam adds.

“Sure, yeah, because a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and going around fighting crime and otherworldly forces are completely sane.”

Shit, did you seriously just say that?

There’s a beat of silence, then, “She sounds very sensible. Now that I’ve had some time with it, I think the cape might have been a touch too far.”

Everyone chuckles, and you turn to look at Vision who finally picks an album and slips it in place.

“Sorry,” You offer, hesitating a moment before you decide to explain yourself. “Loki has been nothing but kind to me. And calling him a psycho offends me. I know you all and the rest of the planet, have issues with him and what he did…so did I, but he’s trying. And he’s family now…like you all…so…”

Your words trail off as you turn to look for Thor, but you can still see him across the common room in the kitchen, exchanging hushed words with Tony and it’s starting to rile you up again. What’s coming? What’s so important that Thor has brought in the Avengers too?

“What did Thor call it?” Bucky asks Nat.

“Bite.” Steve tells him, “She’s got bite.”

“I’d say it’s more like a sting. But she’s right. I don’t think any of us here can judge someone by their past. At least I can’t.” Bucky nods.

“Or me,” Nat agrees.

“Or me,” Wanda smiles.

And then the music starts. Vision turns, hands behind his back as he also smiles at the general pleasantries.

“Taylor Swift?” Sam demands, “Really?”

Vision’s smile vanishes and he gives him nice wide eyes of surprise, “I’ve never heard this one before.”

“Excuse me.” You get up and move towards the kitchen, determined to get an explanation while the room behind you continues to argue the merits of Vision exploring different musical avenues.

“Whose album even is that?” Sam demands.

Steve clears his throat, “I think you should both get some sleep. I want a debrief first thing in the morning. I might not be Captain America anymore, but I’m still running this show.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve never accepted the boss mantle until now. Which other albums do you have in your room that you’re too afraid to share?” Nat adds.

“Hey, I have no shame in my musical taste.” Steve defends.

As you near the kitchen, the open spaces separated only by two large circular pillars and a sleek concrete counter island, you slow as their quiet conversation begins to reach your ears. It wasn’t necessarily that you’re trying to eavesdrop…but they’re not talking about what you expected them to be talking about. So, you freeze.

Too nervous to move, forward because what the hell? Or back, because they’ll no doubt hear your retreat.

Where’s the talk about threats to the kingdom and planet? No, you get a nice dose of fear and jealousy instead.

“You only knew her for a week before you married her?”

“It was arranged. All of you knew this. I explained it the last time we met.”

“I get that, but what-” You can hear the hesitation in Tony’s voice.

Despite the fact that he knows he probably shouldn’t bring it up, he throws his dishtowel on the counter and turns around to lean against it as Thor’s hands continue to sift through the dishes, washing them slowly. “What happened to Foster? Weren’t you two pretty hot and heavy? Last time you brought her here-”

“Jane has other priorities.” Thor cuts him off, clearly still hurt from his breakup with Jane.

You hate the sound in his voice. Why does he have to be so clearly heartbroken?

“That’s all I get?” Tony asks, waiting and leaning in a little closer to Thor.

“What else would you have me say? It was hard to leave her. And if I’m honest, I still find myself thinking about what life might have become if she’d been ready to settle down.”

What?

You take a step back, wanting to get away from this horrible conversation you wish you hadn’t accidentally run into. Retreat being heard be damned!

But then, “Cherub?”

It’s Tony, a smirk in his voice as he turns to help Thor dry the dishes he sets aside.

“She is my angel.” Thor smiles, just a teeny upturn at the corners of his lips as he steals a glance at Tony.

Your heart gives a painful clench at the love that you’ve been seeing in his eye pour through in his voice.

“A celestial creature sent to me by fate. I had no knowledge of the capacities of love. I’ve only ever found love as I found Jane’s. We were met by chance, and the attraction was clear and instant. Intention as well. With my cherub, things though they grew quickly, were harder to find. I had to look past my own melancholia to see that she was there waiting for me.”

“She does look like she’s completely lost it.” Tony nudges Thor aside because he’s taking so long and takes over the washing.

“I hope you mean lost her heart to me?”

“What else? Her mind? Though why anyone would agree to rule an entire country is beyond me.”

“She’s brave.” Thor boasts, body completely relaxed. “I’ve never known anyone with her courage. The first night of our engagement she demanded that I be honest with her, even if I decided to keep Jane as a mistress.”

Tony looks at him, eyebrow quirked as he asks a voiceless question.

“Which of course, is out of the question. I entertained the thought for a bit, I can’t deny it. At the very beginning as I was making my plans to go leave Jane, to end things permanently so that I could do right by Y/N and really try to make our marriage something lasting—I wanted to keep Jane at my side by any means necessary.

“Imagining a life without her was painful and I hate to admit that I had every intention in those last moments before I saw her to ask her to be with me even after I was married.” Thor confesses, sounding torn between guilt and desperation.

You remember seeing that desperation in him before he’d gone to see Jane.

Even after his proposal to you, even after those earth-moving kisses, he’d wanted to keep Jane at his side.

Of course, he did. You shouldn’t be surprised by that. He and Jane had shared so much before you came into the picture. Before you were forced in if you’re honest.

Still, it hurts, and you hate hearing it.

For a second time, you take a step back, wanting to leave.

But then, “What changed your mind?”

Thor sighs heavily, exasperated, exhausted by something.

He crosses his large arms across his chest, black shirt straining against his biceps and pecs. He’s so massive. Standing next to Tony only accentuates that fact.

“It took her two hours to make time to speak with me, and another three before she stopped explaining her work on energy spikes in some far East quadrant of space to let me even bring up the fact I was officially engaged to someone else.

“The only reason I was able to hold off for so long is that she would come and kiss me every twenty minutes to promise that she’d be done soon.”

You hate that.

“It was the waiting around after three months of having seen her last and six months since we’d been together. I just couldn’t stand the thought of that always being my life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to spend my marriage waiting for a woman when another had already assured me of her commitment to rule at my side as wife and Queen.”

“Is that the only reason you’re so into your Cherub? Because she obviously likes you?”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, “No, there are many things about Y/N that draw me to her. Most of them I’ve discovered since I made the choice to really let Jane go. When I came home that night, she was there to lure me back from the pit I’d crawled myself into by telling Jane goodbye.”

Tony stops washing to fix Thor with a knowing gaze. He scoffs then turns back to his washing.

“So, the sex is good, is what you’re saying?”

“The sex is very good. Incredibly good. I have no complaints about our physical chemistry. In fact, it’s better than with Jane or anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what it is, but we are very well suited in the bedroom. She has such vigor, such desire. I am never in no doubt of her want of me. It’s so good that I almost didn’t want to bring her here because then I’d have to give up an entire day of having her to myself wrapped up in nothing but her bedsheets.”

“Alright, I think I get the picture.” Tony holds up one soapy hand to stop Thor’s bragging. “So, she sleeps with you and makes you feel better. Jane makes you wait, so you end it for good. Did you at least give her a proper goodbye?”

Thor is silent, and this time, you don’t want to know. You’ve already guessed and have been suspecting that this is very much the case, but you don’t want the confirmation.

If that’s what happened when he went to see Jane, you don’t want to know. Even if it happened before you two were married and really together, it happened when you were already in the picture and your heart was already being swayed.

Stepping out from behind the large round pillar, one hand resting against the smooth black curve, you watch Thor think about Tony’s question, tilting his head up to look across the room towards the living room space where the Avengers are now laughing about who the hell knows what.

He sees you and his face loses color.

“Thor?”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, a small bit of panic in his voice.

He moves towards you and you move towards him, meeting halfway.

“Did you hear?” He knows, probably because of whatever is on your face that’s making him panic.

His large hands are already pushing your numerous braids back, throwing them over your shoulders gently so that he can place his hands on your neck.

“Thor,” You repeat, this time getting a hold of yourself and reaching up to grab his wrists and pull his hands down away from your face. “What’s coming?”

This is why you’d come in here, and this is what you’ll insist on knowing. Fuck everything else they were talking about. You don’t want to know, and you don’t care what happened or what Thor felt before both of you exchanged vows.

“What?”

He seems stunned by the shift of topic, despite the agony that you’d momentarily been in. His voice even cracks a little, too shocked by the change.

“The new threat,” You clarify. “This new thing that we need satellites back home for? What is it? What’s happening? I know that you probably don’t want me to worry or want to protect me or maybe you’re still thinking of me as a civilian? But I’m Queen of our kingdom, Thor. If something is coming for us, I deserve to know. I need to know what’s coming if I’m going to help you protect our people. It’s my job and I can’t do it if you don’t let me.”

“Cherub’s got a point.” Tony adds, and claps Thor on the shoulder before gathering up a tray and makes his way out of the kitchen and towards the others with a bottle of beer for each of them.

“You’re right.” Thor nods, reaching to take your hands and he pulls them up to his lips kiss away the pain that he must have seen you feeling.

He seems to know though that you don’t want to focus on that and so he doesn’t bring it up.

You can tell he wants to though. He really wants to talk about what was just said in this kitchen.

“Yes, you’re right, you should know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you frightened or worried when you didn’t have to be, but you’re right. As Queen, you have every right to know what might be coming. But can’t we wait to talk about it until later? Tonight perhaps? When we’re alone?”

You don’t want to agree. You want to make demands of him and make him tell you everything right now. However, you also know that you’re a little angry about what you overheard and that’s probably why your pulse is pounding in your throat, heart ramming itself against your ribcage.

“Fine.” You huff then turn to move back into the living room.

“Hey,” He coaxes you back, voice low and deep so that the others won’t hear him.

He catches your wrist and pulls you back gently.

“Did you hear us? Because if you did, when I went to leave Jane I-”

“I don’t wanna know, Thor. If you slept with her, I don’t want to know.” You sigh, stomach clenching painfully. “You did what you have to do. It’s not like you and I fell in love in any kind of traditional way. We were forced together and now we’re married. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you aren’t, and as true as all of that is, I don’t like the way you’re talking about it.” Thor agonizes, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and further into the kitchen out of view of the others. “You’re acting as if I don’t love you, or as if it’s a farce. I love you, cherub. It happened quickly, but it is real.”

“I know that, Thor,” It’s nice to hear though, because you’re seriously feeling weak in the confidence you’d spent every night since your wedding building.

For a bit there, you’d believed wholeheartedly that Thor loves you. You still do…but the realities of Jane and how quickly he’d had to end that relationship with her because he had to marry you to give his people a Queen have been brought to light and ruptured the bubble of your new marital bliss.

It’s also suddenly very clear to you that he must still love Jane very much. Even if he loves you too. There’s no way he can move on this quickly.

“You don’t look like you do. You look sad and it’s putting knots in my stomach, love. Please don’t doubt me now.”

Fuck!

You lean forward, shoving your forehead against his wide chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and fist the back of his shirt as he brings his hands up to the sides of your head. You can feel his lips against your scalp, kissing against the large middle braid that goes down along the back of your head.

“This is so hard.” You admit, hating your jealousy.

“I wish I could take all of your strife.” He kisses your head again, an audible smack. “I’m sorry I’m the one making it for you.”

Both of you knew that this would be tricky.

“I swear to you, cherub, it’s only you. You are the only woman I want and the only being in the universe that I want to bear my children.” His words are full of truth and you look up at him to find that same honesty in his gaze.

It’s pained and sorrowful and you hate it.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” You pull yourself up against his body and push yourself up with puckered lips.

Eagerly he leans down to meet your lips with his own but he shifts his head to the side to deepen the peck you’d wanted to leave you in no doubt as to his devotion, or at the very least, his passion.

He leans down to wrap his arms around you and press you up against the side of the pillar.

“Thor…” You whisper when he pulls back to tilt his head the other way. “We’re guests here.”

The reminder cools him down and he places his hands on your hips instead while you tickle the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We should get back to your friends.”

Thor sighs heavily, hating this idea, but he knows you’re right.

He reaches up to take hold of the back of your neck, squeezing it possessively before he leans down to give you one more quick kiss.

“Tonight, I will leave you in no doubt as to my devotion and love. I promise.”

His declaration takes your breath away, and apparently Bruce’s too as he sputters a cough around his own beer as he freezes on the other side of the kitchen by the fridge where another large round pillar lines a different entrance opposite the side you’re both standing on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Bruce says, reaching up to wipe at the beer dribble around his mouth.

Thor takes his hands back and you slip out from between him and the pillar then make your way back towards the living room feeling flushed.

As you walk back in, observing the room, Steve and Vision are currently playing an apparently rousing game of Connect Four on the floor while Nat and Bucky sit cuddled up on the far corner of the sectional, talking quietly but also giving the two battling on the floor the occasional glance.

Wanda is on her phone, typing away quickly with a beer held between her thighs. Sam is standing by the records, despite his previous griping, nodding his head as Taylor Swift’s 22 fills the space.

Tony is on his own phone, standing in the far corner of the room with a sappy smile on his own face which tells you he’s probably talking to his own wife, Pepper Potts, who couldn’t make it tonight due to a work engagement.

All of them have a beer around them or in hand, and as you make your way towards the bend in the sectional feeling a little like you’re intruding, just as your back hits the sofa a cold bottle meets your cheek.

You jump a little but turn to look and Tony holds out a sealed bottle for you.

“You okay with import? Or do you want domestic?” He asks, holding his phone to his shoulder, brows drawn together as he waits for your answer.

“This is fine, thanks.” You take the bottle and then give him a quick smile.

“Good, because then I’d have sent you down to get your own.” He assures you, but a voice from his phone calls his name and he hurries away again, phone pressed to his ear.

You look at the bottle of beer in your hands, wondering if the top is a twist but when you go to turn it the ridges hurt your hand and you stop instantly.

Just as you’re about to lean over and ask Bucky to open the bottle for you, the sectional dips beside you and heat envelops your shoulder and side as Thor sits right beside you.

“It sounds like excuses to me.” He says, looking at Bruce who sits down beside him with a bit more space allowed between them.

“It’s not an excuse,” Bruce insists. “I’m working on something that needs all of my concentration. I’ll come visit soon, I promise. I’m going to be coming with Tony for the security system installation so, I’ll get to see the palace then.”

“Thor?” You hold the bottle up for him and he takes it from you, kissing the side of your head before he simply flicks the top with his thumb and it flies off and falls right on Steve’s head.

“Hey,” He complains, but then gets distracted as Vision connects his four red chips.

“I win.” Vision declares.

“Damn,” Steve concedes. “You got me. Go again?”

Vision dumps the chips, and they start splitting them up.

“Here you are, cherub.” Thor hands you back your beer, and you take a quick drink before settling in against Thor’s side a bit more comfortably as he gives you a squeeze but continues to chat with Bruce.

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duncan-nelson · 2 years ago

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DUNCAN NELSON is a 24 year old from AMITY PARK ; is currently UNEMPLOYED , duncan is PROBABLY BISEXUAL BUT IS QUESTIONING. his favorite song is LITHIUM ,NIRVANA. born on MARCH 25TH , 1989 , he is a ARIESS SUN , AQUARIUS MOON , SAGITARIUS RISING !

SUMMARIZED;

Duncan Nelson is what most would label as a “bad boy.” Though he’d groan at that term itself. He’s sarcastic, crass, and a juvenile delinquent. Everything every mother warned their young daughters to stray away from. Duncan isn’t evil, he just likes having fun and sticking it to ‘the man’. Admittedly he does have a softer side to him, he isn’t all guts and glory all the time. Just good luck on trying to get that side out of him. He hates being seen as vulnerable or weak.

HEADCANONS;

Duncan has been to juvie more times than you can probably count on your fingers alone. For what exactly? Well, the list was endless. Arson, Vandalism, Assault, you name it, Duncan’s probably been locked up for it.

Loves horror films, not so much the supernatural stuff though. The slasher movies are his favorites, even the really cheesy ones.

Duncan is super flirtatious with anyone who catches his eyes. He has a hard time with commitment considering he never really saw a stable relationship between his parents growing up. He knows cheating is wrong, and in the end it benefits no one but him in the moment, buts its a cycle he has a hard time breaking.

Duncan is a fierce competitor in anything he does. He wants to be the best, he wants to win. Even if that means playing dirty. In his mind there are no such things as rules only ‘guidelines’.

Music is his escape from the daily torment that is life. Getting high and listening to his favorite album is the best de-stressor for him. Even playing his guitar when he has the inspiration, but mainly he just likes playing covers of songs.

Duncan’s style is very alternative. He’s dyed his hair from every color under the sun and then some. He’s had an undercut, a mohawk, and even shaved it all completely off before. Now its grown out some from his mohawk days, he feels it looks to “professional’ to what he prefers, but he’s deciding to leave it for now before he damages it any further. But he’s impulsive so whose to say how long that decision will last.

Duncan likes to collect trinkets from people he meets. and when I say collect, I mean stealing. he likes to keep little ‘souvenirs’ as he calls it from the people whose been in his life past and present.

Despite Duncan’s intimidating exterior whether that be because of his attitude or his looks he is fairly level-headed until he is pushed to the edge. Like how he never got his money from winning Chris's stupid show. Duncan is big on promises and shit that he is feel owed to him. Crossing Duncan can become messy considering he never backs down from a fight and isn’t hesitant to start one.

#💀 such a lonely day & it’s mine || headcanons.#animaniahqintro

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aawesomepenguin · 5 years ago

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RATING EVERY SONIC FROM THE SONIC MULTIVERSE

How much of a good boy they are? All of this in this thread.

Disclaimer: Of course, this is my opinion. You might feel different. You’re welcome to disagree!

(MAIN UNIVERSE - Universe 1991)

The Sonic from the games, a true good boy. He does things on his way, his own way, he aims to do what he believes is right, hates injustice. He cherishes his freedom above everything.

He loves to explore the world, always running around. Doesn’t have a house.

Doesn’t like to see tears. He also likes to crack some jokes to have fun with his friends. Is a hedgehog of action, usually doesn’t think twice before taking action.

Also has not shown much interest in doing romance.

10/10, this is my favorite Sonic

(UNIVERSE 1991A - 1991 Promotional Manga)

This Sonic is the vocalist of his world’s most famous band, and also has cool sharp fangs. A lot of human girls have a crush on him.There are certain rumors circulating around that he might be dating a human girl named Madonna... could it be true?

He is also a good boy, takes action when he sees others in danger, and is also determined to fight against injustice.

9/10

(UNIVERSE 1991B - American Sonic)

Originally brown, Sonic was a great friend of Dr. Ovi Kintobor, a good human scientist. Kintobor studied the Chaos Emeralds with the intention to get Mobius rid of all evil.

Kintobor gives Sonic cool new red sneakers as a gift, and after getting involved in an accident on one of Doctor’s inventions, Sonic turns blue. Eventually Sonic and Kintobor become enemies after the Doctor trips and breaks the machine that stored the Chaos Emeralds, becoming Robotnik.

A good boy, a dude with atitude, also way past cool, and full of 90s charm.

9/10

(UNIVERSE 1992 - Sonic the Hedgehog Manga)

Nicky is a shy boy, he has a younger sister, his father is a pilot, and his mom is a housewife. Nicky is a nerd dedicated to math and all kind of things related to it. He’s very coward and shy, and has a huge crush on Amy Rose.

But, when there’s danger on the horizon, Nicky’s second personality shows up! It’s Sonic, a way more brave dude, and with no reason to be shy! Sonic always fights against the tirany of the evil Dr. Eggman! After his duty of saving people is done, he turns back into Nicky.

Nicky does not have memories of what he did as Sonic, but Sonic retains the memories of what he does as Nicky. Nicky is a VERY good boy, a nerd, awkward and shy, I love him a lot 10/10

(UNIVERSE 1993 - ARCHIE’S SONIC/PRE-SGW) This Sonic is also a good boy. But, differently from the Sonic from the 1991 Universe, this Sonic is more “domestic”.

He has a place where he lives regularly, being it New Mobotropolis. He also has a father, mother, uncle and even a pet dog. This Sonic also does have some interest in dating/romance, having relationships with some girls in the past. But his main love is Sally, someone who he knows since he was a child. Currently dating Sally Acorn. But even with all of those differences, he still has a big sense of justice, always fighting agains Dr. Robotnik’s tirany and also Dr. Eggman’s. Just like some other Sonics, he sometimes allows his emotions to take over, which sometimes makes him do some unfortunate choices, but he eventually sees how he messed up and tries to do his best to fix things. This Sonic also has a certain ego, but he grows and learns as a person more and more as time passes. 9/10, a good boy

(UNIVERSE 1993B - SONIC THE COMIC)

This Sonic at first can see to be a little hard to approach. He has an even bigger ego than the other Sonics, and can say some things that can hurt his friend’s feelings.

But inside he is extremly unsure about himself, and tries to play “tough” in front of others to hide it. He also has shown some difficulty in reading other people’s emotions, which has put him in some complicated situations in the past.

He’s been trying to improve and be more friendly and approachable with others after being yelled at by Tails and Amy.

He has the same origins as American Sonic, being born brown and a friend of Kintobor. This Sonic was wrongly acused of crimes through an out of context video that was shown for all of Mobius to see. He’s been trying to regain people’s trust and show how much he has improved since.

His Super Sonic is an evil entity that has intentions of hurting all of those that Sonic cares about.

He is trying his best, 8/10

(UNIVERSE 1993C - AOSTH)

This Sonic is also a good boy. He’s an excelent older brother for Tails, that in this universe is only 4 and a half years old. Sonic always tries to be an exemplary figure for Tails.

He has atitude, likes to play and mess around, and lives running around Mobius. Just like Main Sonic, he also doesn’t have a house. He lives fighting all injustice wherever he goes through.

But, he can be a little bit of a womanizer, always getting himself a little carried away with the girls he crosses path with in his adventures. A cool dude, 9/10

(UNIVERSE 1993D - Sonic SatAM)

Blue streak. Speeds by, Sonic the Hedgehog.

He’s a cool dude to talk and hang out with, he’s very chill. He can be a little bit of an airhead and is not very bright-- but in compensation he has a heart of gold, caring a lot about his friends and family.

He also fights to have his Uncle Chuck back. Just like Archie Sonic, he also has a home. In this case being Knothole. But, now with Robotnik defeated, it’s maybe time to bring Mobotropolis back to its’ glory days.

He also has a big ego, and can be a little bit full of himself. But Sally keeps this side of him in check.

He dates Sally, that acts as Sonic’s conscience a lot of times.

A good boy, look out, when he storms through. He’s the fastest thing alive. 9/10.

(UNIVERSE 1994 - SONIC ADVENTURES)

This Sonic, just like Game Sonic, is full of attitude, brave, and fights against all kinds of evil he finds in his way.

He also becomes friend with an Echidna Lady. He has a thing going on with Amy Rose. He also has a cool mohawk.

8/10

(UNIVERSE 1996 - SONIC THE HEDGEHOG: THE MOVIE OVA)

This Sonic at first can seem a little bit arrogant, but inside he hides a huge heart full of compassion. He lives on a plane that crashed on South Island a long time ago, possibly the coolest house any Sonic has ever had.

Tails is his best friend, and lives together with him. Both usually either relax on the beach or go on adventures to fight against Dr. Eggman.

A very carefree Sonic, that takes action, and very rebellious.

10/10, an absolute good boy

(UNIVERSE 1997 - SONIC: MAN OF THE YEAR)

A Sonic that clearly fights against Eggman’s evil schemes for a long time. Was chosen as the Man of the year, even though he’s clearly a hedgehog.

Eggman ruins his image when disguises as him. I hope he got it back together, since we never got a continuation to this.

Just looking at him, you can tell he’s full of charm and has that Animaniacs flair in his animation, just from this alone I give him a 9/10

(UNIVERSE 1996B - SONIC THE HEDGEHOG: WONDERS OF THE WORLD)

This Sonic, unlike others, is a fictional character even in his own universe. He ends up going to the real world through an invention done by Josh’s dad. Josh is a real world kid that becomes Sonic’s friend.

This Sonic is a good boy, he believes that the powers of the Chaos Emeralds shouldn’t be used so carelessy, and helps Josh fights against his insecurities, while at the same time he saves his world from the evil Dr. Robotnik, that also ran away from the videogame world.

7/10

(UNIVERSE 1999 - SONIC UNDERGROUND)

He swore his mother will be found. He was raised by Uncle Chuck. He also wants to save Mobotropolis. He’s also a prince, being the son of Mobotropolis’ original Queen, Aleena.

He has two siblings, Manic and Sonia, and while they ocasionally fight between themselves, they care a lot about each other.

He also plays musical instruments, he can invoke a guitar through his necklace. Playing music somehow solves his problems.

7.5/10, a good boy

(UNIVERSE 2003 - SONIC X)

One of my favorite Sonics. This Sonic is more calm and reserved. Loves to take naps. He is usually more reserved about his emotions, and hates to show emotional weaknesses in front of others.

He likes to read, hates injustice, and likes to pass most of his time alone. But he is shown sometimes to have a romantic interest in Amy Rose.

Extremely helpful, always tries to do his best to make his friends happy. Ditches a meeting with the president to make his friend happy.

An EXTREMELY good boy, 10/10 for him

(UNIVERSE 2003B - SONIC: DASH & SPIN)

This Sonic is probably one of the zaniest Sonics there is, he’s pretty up there with AoStH Sonic. He fights against Eggman’s evil plots, that in this universe can go from stealing a bank to using Sonic’s flu to cover the world with his snot (I’m serious).

He also can count with his friends for help, is full of attitude, nothing will stop him. He likes snowboarding.

7/10.

(UNIVERSE 2013 - ARCHIE SONIC POST-SGW)

This Sonic resembles Game Sonic in a lot of ways, but he is also part of the Freedom Fighters. But he also likes to have his own adventures across his world.

This Sonic, diferent from his other Archie version, isn’t much interested in dating.

He cares a lot about his friends, but he don’t want them to worry a lot about him, usually hiding any signs of weakness.

In general, a good boy, and an excelent friend you can trust.

10/10

(UNIVERSE 2014 - SONIC BOOM)

This Sonic, like Archie’s Pre-SGW Sonic, is also very domestic. He has a house, lives in a calm island, and just likes to have fun with his friends, specially Knuckles and Tails.

He has a huge crush on Amy Rose, and there are a lot of signs pointing that they are boyfriend and girlfriend.

He likes to constantly foil Eggman’s schemes, saving the Bygone Island a LOT of times.

He can lose his patience sometimes due to dumb stuff said or done by his friends or townsfolk; or also with the surreal situations he gets involved.

9/10

(UNIVERSE 2011 - CLASSIC SONIC’S DIMENSION)

After the events of Sonic Generations, the timeline has split in two, thanks to alterations done to the past. Because of this, we’re having brand new adventures with Classic Sonic.

He’s also a good boy, fights against all kind of evil he faces against, and cares a lot about his friends. Doesn’t talk much, prefering to keep quiet during most of his adventures. 10/10, a cute mute wholesome boy

(UNIVERSE 2018 - IDW'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG)

Passing in an universe after the events of Sonic Forces, IDW’s Sonic is, in a lot of ways, the Sonic from the games.

He has no fixed place to live in, always running around, making this his own way. Is constantly fighting against Dr. Eggman.

He usually believes that everyone can get redeemed or improve. This sometimes can come back to bite him in the ass, though.

A good boy, 9/10. Give him some rest, let him sleep

(UNIVERSE 2020 - THE SONIC MOVIE)

This Sonic found himself on Earth after running away from his home planet. He becomes best friends with the Sheriff of the city of Green Hills. He ends up being adopted by him. Tom is now his dad.

He is super hyperactive, full of energy and can get easily distracted. He is a Sonic that doesn’t have much of a notion on how big the world can be. Some times can feel very lonely. Unlike some other Sonics, he seeks affection and interaction with others, doesn’t like being alone.

An absolute good boy, I LOVE HIM A LOT, 10/10

(UNIVERSE ZERO - ZONIC THE ZONE COP)

Zonic is responsible for patroling the Sonic Multiverse, checking if everything is in order. He takes his profession very seriously.

Works for Zobotnik, as much as he believes that Zobotnik shouldn’t be the one protecting the Multiverse prison.

This Sonic is a lot more serious and mature than the others, but he has shown to have a sense of humor to the Sonic from the 1993 Universe.

8/10. This Sonic isn’t a good boy though, he is a good man.

(ALTERNATE 1993 UNIVERSE - SCOURGE THE HEDGEHOG)

Coming from a mirror dimension from the 1993 Universe, Scourge was born in an extremly peaceful Moebius. His father was a politician loved by all. Scourge felt neglected by him, deciding to become a rebellious punk to tease and provoke his father.

He forms the Supression Squad with Anti-Sally, Anti-Tails, Anti-Rotor and Anti-Antoine. They decide to commit acts of vandalism and robbery all across Moebius.

Scourge also antagonizes Dr. Kintobor, a benevolent scientist that tries to bring the best for the Planet’s citizens.

Eventually he becomes the King of Moebius, but Sonic managed do defeat him. He plans to have his revenge on Sonic. This one is a bad boy, he’s an asshole Sonic. I kinda like him. 8/10.

(UNIVERSE 1993E - CYBORG SONIC)

In this universe, Robotnik manages to capture the Freedom Fighters, but something goes awry during the roboticization process, and as a result, Sonic and the others ended up as cyborgs.

A lot more stronger than they originally were, the Freedom Fighters decide to end with Robotnik once for all. But, Robotnik roboticizes himself as a last ditch resort, becoming the mighty Robo-Robotnik.

6.5/10, he mostly exists to make The Terminator References

(UNIVERSE 1993F - SONIC BATMAN)

He is the night. He is also the speed.

8/10.

(UNIVERSE 616 - SONIC WOLVERINE)

An angry Canadian Sonic with claws.

8/10.

(UNIVERSE 697 - FREEDOM FIGHTERS OF THE GALAXY) This Sonic spent a while in space after some circunstances. Thanks to Einsten’s Law of Relativity, when he returns to Mobius, 2000 years have gone by. This Sonic allies himself with the descendants of the Freedom Dighters, and tries to stop Silver Snively and Robotniklactus’ evil schemes.

He’s kinda lame. A 5/10.

(UNIVERSE 1993FT - Light Mobius)

This Sonic accomplished defeating Robotnik, and with Mobius finally in peace, he married Princess Sally. He grew up, became an adult and had kids.

But he didn’t count with the fact that Robotnik had a Plan B-- the scientist sent his inteligence to a space ship, and from space he sent nukes to Mobius-- killing this version of Sonic in the process. This Robotnik would eventually go to universe 1993 and adopt the name of Eggman.

F to pay respects for this Sonic. F/10.

(UNIVERSE 1993FT2 - MOBIUS X YEARS LATER)

This Sonic went through a lot. After having to rewrite his own timeline to save the universe, he had to win back his friends’ friendship and the love of his life, Sally.He eventually marries Sally, has two kids, and lives happily. Can you believe this Sonic is almost 50 years old? He’s 47 years old!8/10, a good dad

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Whumptober 2021- Prompt # 4: Trust Fall

Devilsclaw was traveling alongside Tarragon, Bitterclover, and Dandelion, when suddenly he was grabbed from behind. He tried to scream, but a hand covered his mouth, and another throttled his throat. He grabbed at the hands that choked him, and tried to kick himself free, but he was already subdued.

“Shh, be still now, Thorn prince. We do not wish to hurt you. Come with us quietly, and do as we say.”

The unseen captor eased their grip on Devilsclaw, but he still couldn’t speak. He pawed at his own face, and was horrified to feel a strip of parchment sealing his mouth.

“We put a scroll of silence on you. It’s a demonic spell. A curse, if you will. But never fear. We know the counter-spell, an angelic blessing, to take it back off.” This voice was different. Higher. There were two people here.

One captor grabbed Devilsclaw’s wrists and held them before him, and the other bound them with a long rope. Devilsclaw struggled and screamed, even though his voice was muffled and he was outnumbered. He recognized one of them. The blue hair styled in an undercut was a dead giveaway. Brambleberry, a Wildflower Nomad. The other was a stranger. But their pink skin, green mohawk, and face full of piercings betrayed their identity. Horsecrippler.

Brambleberry finished tying the final knot, and Horsecrippler struck the backs of Devilsclaw’s knees with a wooden staff. Devilsclaw doubled over,, falling to his knees, wincing with pain. Brambleberry and Horsecrippler towered over Devilsclaw as he knelt on the ground.

“I warned you.” Horsecrippler sneered. “Obey me or you will get hurt.” They grabbed Devilsclaw under his arms, and hoisted him back on his feet.

“Are you well enough to walk?” Brambleberry asked.

Before Devilsclaw could answer, Bramleberry yanked on the long rope that dangled from Devilsclaw’s bound hands, forcing him to stagger a few steps forward.

“Yep, he’s alright to march.” Horsecrippler snipped.

“Alright, come along now, Thorn prince. We have plans for you.”

They brought him toward the Wildflower Palace, a magnificent tower of intertwined grass, trees, and stones. Even from a mile away, they could see the green spire as they approached its living walls. Brambleberry walked in front of Devilsclaw, leading him by the rope. Horsecrippler walked behind, with their needle-sharp blade aimed at the small of Devilsclaw’s back, forcing him to keep up his pace. Devilsclaw hung his head, ashamed of his capture.

They finally reached a massive, mossy door of their destination. Brambleberry pounded on the door. Devilsclaw mewled against the scroll that gagged him, and struggled against the ropes, but Horsecrippler held him down. “Shut up! We’ve taken you this far. We’re not letting you get away now.” But Devilsclaw continued to resist.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing a beautiful fae with long blue braids falling over her dark brown skin.

“Larkspur! Just in time!” Horsecrippler called out, still struggling to control Devilsclaw.

“Horsecrippler. Brambleberry.” Larkspur nodded in a curt greeting. “Who have you got there?”

“We’ve captured the Thorn prince!” Brambleberry boasted.

“Is that so? I’ve never met Devilsclaw in person before. Sovereign will be most pleased! Come now, take him inside.” Larksur stepped aside, welcoming them within.

Devilsclaw stared at Larkspur as Horsecrippler and Brambleberry dragged him in. She didn’t look like he had pictured her. She was an ancient and wise elder mystic, yet she appeared so young. But why did he even know her name?He had heard of her before, but where and when? Could she be the one who had stolen Bitterclover from the Bisti Badlands?

“You’re lucky that our Wandering King happened to be in the palace tonight. Our Sovereign travels extensively, even for one of our nomadic clan of Wildflowers.” Larkspur led them down the earthy hallway. They came across a wooden door, with brass knobs and knocker, at the end of a narrow passageway. Larkspur rapped her knuckles on the door three times. “Lord Sovereign, it is I, Larkspur, your royal Mystic. Your faithful soldiers, Brambleberry and Horsecrippler, have come to seek your audience.”

After a few moments, there was a rattle at the brass doorknob, and the door opened with a creak. Someone with blonde hair peeked through the crack.

“Marigold! Is our king in the throne room?”

“Yes, lady Larkspur. Please come inside. Horsecrippler, Brambleberry. Welcome.” Marigold gasped when she saw Devilsclaw, bound and gagged. “Is that-?”

Larkspur put a finger on her lips to hush her. “Shh. It’s a surprise.”

Marigold nodded silently, and ushered them all into the grand throne room.

Devilsclaw gulped. The roome was supported by columns of red marble, and the floor was pink granite. The walls were adorned with impressionist oil paintings framed in ornate brass, bronze, and gold. The throne was similarly jeweled and intricate. Before the grand throne, stood a tall, lean man with locks of golden hair spilling out over his suit of armor. He wore a robe of red velvet. He stood proud, holding his mighty broadsword, pointing ceremoniously downward.

Larkspur and Marigold curtsied, while Brambleberry and Horsecrippler bowed low, taking Devilsclaw down with them. Horsecrippler pushed down on the back of Devilsclaw’s head, forcing him down even further, as he tried to crane his neck to look Sovereign in the eye.

“Welcome to my court, subjects. What brings you to my palace this evening?” Sovereign spoke in a smooth, soothing voice. Even as he spoke softly, his voice commanded respect and reverence.

“Your majesty, Brambleberry and I have captured the Thorn prince, Devilsclaw.” Horsecrippler said.

“I see. Let go of him. I want to take a closer look.”

“My lord?”

“I command you to unhand him!”

Brambleberry and Horsecrippler obeyed. Devilsclaw was still kneeling, but straightened his back up straight in defiance. The king grabbed Devilsclaw by the chin and peered into his eyes.

“Hmm. Purple irises. Long black hair. Golden hoop earrings. This certainly looks like Devilsclaw.” Sovereign grabbed the rope falling from Devilsclaw’s wrists, and hoisted his hands up, inspecting his arms. “I don’t see any cuts or bruises on him, though it is difficult to tell, with these tattoos. Still, well done. You know I want our prisoners treated fairly. Especially my fellow royalty.”

Devilsclaw winced. Sovereign could not see the welts behind his knees, where Horsecrippler had hit him.

“Thank you, my lord. We followed your orders to treat our captives humanely.” Brambleberry said.

“Indeed. “ Sovereing replied. “ We shall ransom him back to the Thorn Empire. They will have three days to give us our money and collect their prince. Until then, keep him locked up in our holding cells. But unbind him, and give him something to eat and drink.”

“Yes, my liege.” Horsecrippler and Brambleberry said in unison. They picked Devilsclaw up, back on his feet, and walked him down another hallway. His new home was a chamber deep underground beneath the palace.

Brambleberry took Devilsclaw’s bound hands and hastily untied them. Devilsclaw massaged his sore wrists. Horsecrippler recited an ancient, gutteral spell, and the scroll of silence fell from Devilsclaw’s lips, and burned itself off in a wisp of crimson smoke.

“Thank you.” Devilsclaw gasped. He still resented his captors, but hi was relieved to finally move and speak freely again.

“Silence, little weed.” Horsecroppler snapped.

“Excuse me?” Devilsclaw bristled. Nobody had ever insulted him like this before. At least, not too his face. Sure, the Thorn Empire was invasive and all-consuming. But to be called a weed was the ultimate humiliation.

“You heard me. Sit down and be quiet. You Thorns are so barbaric. Even a prince like you.” Horsecrippler scoffed.

“It’s you Wildflowers who are savages! You ambushed me, and now I’m your prisoner!”

“Yes, we captured you. But we didn’t kill you. We didn’t even maim you. We have nothing to gain from torturing a weak little sapling like yourself. We’re holding you hostage for ransom. We need your money more than we need you.”

“But-“

“And we took only you. You were the only valuable one. Tarragon has lost all her former status, glory, and riches. Her brother, the former king Basil, is now a common soldier, as lowly as myself and Brambleberry. Dandelion and Bitterclover are merchants. Their modest fortunes wouldn’t even be worth the trouble of kidnapping them. But you? Emperor Tribulus and Widow Witch Belladonna will pay a fine price for your head.”

“Joke’s on you. My father hates me. And the merchants will help Tarragon find me.”

Horsecrippler cackled. “Your father loves you, at least as an heir to his empire and legacy, if nothing else. That alone is worth a prince’s ransom. Or perhaps it will be your beloved mystic, Sagebrush, will pay for your safe return. Or your lover, Tarragon, who you said will find you anyway. But even if she and the merchants find you, they’ll still have to pay the price to have you back.”

“Thorn warriors would have captured all, or captured the prince and killed the rest. But we Wildflowers show some sophistication and restraint, a testament to our virtuous chivalry.” Brambleberry bragged.

Devilsclaw paused. He remembered the legends, tales, and stories about valiant Thorn warriors, like his grandmother, Woodspider, who was notoriously ruthless in battle. In his heart, Devilsclaw knew that Horsecrippler and Brambleberry were right about Thorn military tactics, thought he hated to admit it.

“Here’s your rations, damn it.” Horsecrippler threw a flask of water and a loaf of bread on the ground at Devilsclaw’s feet. Horsecrippler slammed the barred door shut and locked Devilsclaw in the cell.

#whump #whumptober #whumptober2021 #sovereign #fantasy #fae #faerie #fairy #mythology #magick #dark fantasy #captured #ransom smut #to be continued #undead #goathead

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sneyrwrites · 5 years ago

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|Hands Off| Rockstar!Levi Ackerman x Reader

TRIGGER WARNING!: SEXUAL HARRASMENT

The smell of sweat mixed with beer was drowning your senses.

The only thing you could see, besides the bright lights from the stages, were bodies the double of your size. Turns out watching your boyfriend perform from the crowd was a little less fun than what you expected.

You were just standing there, in between two huge dudes that were rocking the whole “Punk rock vibe”, filed with piercings and tattoos, wearing all black outfit and even mohawks You felt a little underdressed on your black jeans and Levi’s band t-shirt.

His band had become really popular in the last year, and you were so happy for him and the rest of the guys. The only downside was the lack of time you and your lover got to spend together.

As of lately, Levi was always busy. If it wasn’t a recording session it was a tour, if it wasn’t a tour it was an event, or an interview. The only proof you guys were actually dating were the pictures of you two on his verified Instagram account, and still, some people didn’t believe you.

He had recently come back from a tour around Europe and you still hadn’t seen each other. So, tired of waiting around for his schedule to clear up, you bought a ticket to his show that night. You wanted to experience the entire thing, it wasn’t the same when you were backstage. The adrenaline rush as the crowd jumped was missing. Levi wasn’t even aware you were there that night, if he knew he would insist that you remained on the stage's side, waiting for him.

Suddenly a thundering guitar cord erupted from the amplifiers, and the lights went out. You felt the crowd suddenly starting to push forward, everybody eager to get to the front. With someone forcing you to move from behind had no other choice but to go with the flow, not knowing where the hell you would end up. Something cold collided with your chest, and you realized it was the metal fence that was a few feet from the stage. You were all the way in the font row.

The lights turned on again and there they were, Through Titans in all their glory. You wanted to laugh every time you heard the name of the band. Hanji, the bassist was such a Mythology freak. It was endearing, really.

Levi was already sitting on the stool in front of the drum set. He playfully hit the hi-hat a few times, as his face remained stoic. But you, being his significant other for several years, could notice the joy that was radiating from him. You plastered a slight smile on your face when you notice he was wearing the tank top you had gifted him last christmas.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Mike talked into the microphone. The roar of the crowd, including you answered him. “We’re Through Titans and we’re thrilled to be here performing for you guys, so we hope you enjoy”

He stepped away and nodded to Dita, turning to Levi right after. You watched with anticipation as he lifted the drumsticks and tap them three times. Hanji’s Bass riff started, and you immediately recognized the song.

Singing at the top of your lungs, you forgot about everything for a while, just enjoying your favorite band, and having a good time by yourself. Around the fifth song, the guys started to get a little more active on Stage, interacting with the first row, and having fun. Mike’s voice had a raspy quality to it that brought chills up your arms, but it was nothing compared to the flips your stomach did every time you focused on Levi.

You knew how much he hated the hot stage lights that usually suffocated the shit out of him, and caused him to be dripping wet from the sweat with just a few minutes into the gig, but besides that he was really enjoying himself. His black hair flying everywhere as he nodded his head to the rhythm of his drums, smashing the toms mercilessly. His biceps flexing each time he lifted his hand to hit the snare.

He hypnotized you, your eyes glued to his figure, captivated as he closed his eyes. Until Hanji spotted you in the crowd.

The song was getting into the bridge when her eyes found you jumping up and down in front of the stage. She smiled at you and got close, kneeling in front of you while still playing effortlessly with years of practice.

” Holy shit Girl!” She exclaimed. The chick standing next to you went nuts, thinking Hanji was referring to her, her screaming somehow even louder than the music. “What are you doing here? Does He knows?” She said, barely audible even tho the proximity.

You just shrugged, smiling to her, too busy singing to the last chorus to answer. Hanji shook her head and got up. A smile on her face as the song finished. You cheered with the rest of the crowd trying to ignore the curious looks from the people beside you that noticed your interaction with Hanji.

A more upbeat song started, and she made her way back to Mike and Dita, whispering something to them.

Three pair of eyes snapped into your direction. Mike smiled playfully to you and Dita winked an eye. You rolled yours and waved at them, entertained by their dumb behaviour. So good for your low profile. Now it was obvious the band knew you.

You observed as Hanji made her way to the back of the stage, where Levi’s drum set was stationed, him playing his heart out. Now you understood why he was so strong, banging things like that, it must be tiring. When she got there, Hanji called Levi’s attention, you could see his lips forming a ‘what?’, annoyance written all over his face. Hanji's joyous expression didn’t falter, her teasing look intensified as she pointed towards you.

Levi looked unimpressed as he rolled his eyes at his bandmate, turning his head to see what she was signaling at.

His eyes met yours his and his rhythm faltered slightly, the surprise messing with his sync. You could see Dita burst out laughing in your peripheral vision, but your eyes were glued to him. Smiling, you lifted a hand and blew him a kiss, he winked at you and resumed his playing, a small smile on his lips.

Trough out the rest of the song you could feel his gaze you you when you were busy making faces at Hanji to make her laugh. Being in the cow was way better than being backstage.

Or it was until you felt an arm sneaking around your waist.

A chest collided with your back and you tensed up. Turning your head to the side, you were face to face with a smiling drunk man, who was at least a foot taller than you. Dread filled your veins as you tried to push him away. He let go of your waist only to circle your shoulders with a stinky arm. The smell of sweat emanating from him made your stomach churn.

You grabbed his wist, trying to brake his choke hold, but he interpreted it the wrong way, dragging you further away from the front row and into the cluster of bodies. You lost your footing as his hold on you was strong.

“Hey, dude.” You said, turning to him, shaking your head no “Let me go, I’m not interested!”

He didn't heard you, the blasting music drowning your voice. He got his face closer to yours, his free hand still circling you, the other holding a beer bottle. You tried to elbow him in the gut, hoping he would let go of you, but he just laughed.

“Hey, I’m serious, let me go” You said again, trying to get over with this fucking nightmare. Sadly, people took advantage of the crowd and the packed environment to get off with other pepole’s bodys.

He pulled you closer to him, and as fast as lightning his hand grabbed your boob. He was fucking groping you. It petrified you with horror. You never had experienced sexual assault on this level. You started struggling against his hold, trashing around, and he just laughed in your ear, face in the crook of your neck., You were shaking with rage, tears prickling your eyes. His bigger build making it almost impossible to break the hold he had on you. The surrounding people were too busy enjoying the show to pay attention to the abuse you were suffering,

You kept trashing around as he held your breast, squeezing painfully as his growing erection pressed against your lower back.

“Shh, it’s okay pretty girl” he purred in your ear, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin. You felt caged.

Still struggling, your eyes went to the stage, Hanji looking confused at the place where you used to stand, now occupied with another girl. Levi’s Eyes were searching the crowd, trying to find your face, his gaze jumping from one place to the other. You dissociated from the hell you were living, trying to focus on anything else but your current assault.

You found it amazing the level of skill Levi had. He could focus on searching for you and still play on the beat.

You felt the drunk’s breath on your neck as he pressed his lips to the tender skin. Tears spilled. You had turned limp in his arms, exhausted mentally to act. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to block everything out.

The sudden stop from the drums snapped your eyes open. A shrieking sound emanating from the amplifiers as Levi got up from the stool, knocking the mic to the ground as he stomped his way to the front.

The guy behind you took his face out of your neck, estranged by the interruption of the show. But his arm still on your chest.

“What the fuck” He muttered

You watched as Levi snatched the Mic from Mike’s hand. The rest of the band shocked at his actions. Levi made its way to the edge of the stage. You could see the murder in his eyes as he focused on the guy grabbing you.

“Get your hands off of her” The melodic voice of Levi filing you with relief “Or I‘m coming down and tearing your sorry ass to shreds”

Hanji’s eyes followed Levi's attention and found you. She went running to the security guy next to the stage, saying something to him and pointing to you.

Relief filled your body. But the guy didn't move a muscle, his head turning from side to side, trying to find the cause of the commotion, oblivious.

“Don’t play dumb buddy.” Said Levi, Signaling to him.” I’ll count to three, if you don’t let her go I’ll make you.” He dropped the mic to the ground and was about to lounge to the crowd, but Mike stopped him. Your boyfriend struggled against the singer’s restrain, desperat to get to you.

Taking a deep breath in, you turned my head, trying to hide the tremble on your voice.

“He’s talking to you.” You said, eyes hard with resentment, “Let me go”

He looked at you strange. It was almost as if he tought he could go around groping girls on a crowd. Disgust swarm inside your body, as you, for the tenth time, try to get away from him.

“What do you mean? It’s not like you were opposed to it, you were just playing hard to get” You clenched your fist, aching to slap the missoginy out of the drunken bastard.

The crowd had parted like the red sea, allowing the security guards trough. Looking up at the two guys you left a relieved smile as they tear the abuser’s hands off of you. Finally, free from the torture you turned to Levi again. His expression was still murderous towards the guy, but when his eyes met yours a brief relief shined in his eyes.

“Hey, miss.” One of the security guard spoke to you. “Please follow me backstage, Hanji asked me to get you somewhere safe.” You nodded your head, following his lead, right behind the other guard, dragging the asshole by the arm as he started spitting curses and threats.

The crowd started clapping as they escorted both of you out, and you were just happy that it all ended. They took you to a long hallway and gave you a water bottle. You could still hear Mike talking into the mic, preaching about respect and how “there’s no fucking way someone can come and violate someone's body like that in our fucking concert”, the crowd going wild to his words.

The security guard named joe, as you found out, was very kind. Keeping you company and offering whatever you may need.

“We called the cops, as I’m assuming you’re pressing charges. Right?” He asked, standing guard next to you .

“Yeah...” You said trailing off. Everything felt surreal.

The sound of hurried steps came from the end of the aisle, and both of your heads turned to the direction of the noise. Levi was running to you, a crease of concern on his eyebrows. You got up from the plastic chair and threw yourself in his arms.

A sigh of relief came out of him as his arms squeezed you, his cheek pressing against your forehead. The smell of sweat on him was comforting, in notable contrast to the gut-freezing disgust you felt towards your attacker. Levi pressed a kiss to your temple, and you lifted your head from his neck.

Levi dismissed Joe with a nod, and you two were alone.

“You could’ve warned me” He started “I would’ve gotten you a backstage pass, dumbass.”

“I’m sorry,” You apologized “I just wanted to experience a concert of yours for real.” His eyes softened at your words.

“I love you, but next time I’ll ask one of the guards to stand next to you. Just in case.” He said, and you knew he was serious as fuck.

The clapping from crowd got louder, and you knew Mike had finished with his speech, Levi had to go back on stage.

The moment he let you go was almost painful. He pressed your lips together, the tenderness of the kiss something you rarely got from him, butterflies erupted and they chased away the reminders of the previous fear, felling you with nothing but love for him.

“I have to go back, there’s only two songs left.... Can you wait for me? I’ll take you home later. “

“Of course. I’ll be here.” You answered, smiling. You still had to wait for the police to take your statement anyway

Levi kissed your lips one more time before disappearing in the hallway, rushing back to get the concert over with so he could get you home and try to chase away the lingering touches of the bastard with his own caresses.

✘ Masterlist

#Levi ackerman x reader #fanfic #reader insert #Levi x reader #attack on titan modern au #x reader #fluff #rockstar!levi #punk!levi #levi ackerman

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crankywhenprovoked · 5 years ago

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Beached. Roceit.

This was a commision for @nightlovechild. Who asked for:

Roceit, going on vacation as buddies, but being alone and secluded makes desires come to the surface.

Notes: Deceit’s name is Dimitri, They are non-binary and intersex. (meaning they have both male and female genitals)

Dimitri sighed as they looked out at the waves, kicking the sand lightly with each swing of their feet. In the cabin behind them, they could hear the timber of Roman’s voice, but couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. Not that they didn’t have a pretty good guess.

It was supposed to be a friends weekend out at the beach house that had an amazing section of beach that was cut off by a line of trees and rocks. Dee had been the first to arrive, getting everything opened up and making sure it was going to be liveable for the next two weeks. They had been in the middle of getting the beds ready for all of the rest to arrive when Roman had shown up.

They had both nodded at each other as Roman claimed a bed, and Dee had claimed another, waiting for the rest. Three hours later, when the sun was getting lower in the sky, they were starting to get worried about the others. But a phone call and a lot of bad words later, the two were informed that they would be the only two there.

“Jack asses.” Roman’s voice made Dee jump, looking over their shoulder.

“Did they give you a reason?”

“Not a very good one,” Roman sighed, shaking his head as he sat down next to Dee. “Don’t worry about it, both of us don’t need to be pissed at them.”

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck here with me. Since neither of us is going to give up this vacation.”

“I know that we haven’t been the best of friends before, but can we try and put that all behind us? At least for the next two weeks?”

“Act like besties for two weeks and then go back to hating each other?” Dee laughed.

“I don’t hate you.” Roman said softly.

Biting their lip softly, Dee looked over the waves again for a few moments, before nodding and holding out their hand.

“We can put the past in the past, at least for the two weeks. And hey, maybe we’ll even like each other at the end of it all.” Dimitri smiled as Roman wrapped their hand in his.

“Like that’s ever going to happen. I could never like someone with a mohawk.”

“We’ll see about that, Prince posh.”

~*~

Roman let out a huff of air as suddenly there was a weight on his back, before Dee’s arms were wrapped around him.

“You up yet?”

“I’m going to say, no.” Roman yawned, looking over his shoulder, blowing a raspberry as Dee’s hair got in his face.

“Well why not?”

“Because I’m on vacation, and I would like to sleep in?”

“You’ve had the past week to sleep in, plus it’s almost 10. I could have woken you up at seven.”

Roman groaned as he smacked Dee’s arm, rolling over only for Dee to lay across his stomach, resting their face on their hand.

“Hi handsome.” Dee smiled, making Roman laugh, pushing their face.

“Shut up.”

“Not unless you agree you’re getting up and getting breakfast with me.”

“If I must.”

Dee nodded, making Roman roll his eyes again before shoving at Dee’s shoulder, making them get up. Following after them, Roman grabbed the closest pair of shorts and shirt, tossing them on before leaving the room.

“Just so you know, you invited me, means you’re paying.”

“Damn you’re a crappy date.” Dee huffed, sliding on their shoes.

“Says the punk who did the inviting, and then is complaining about paying.”

“Just for that, you just invited me to get ice cream afterwards. And since you invited, you get to pay.”

“That’s not how that works.” Roman called after them, grabbing their wallet before slipping their shoes on.

~*~

Roman smiled softly as he watched the rain fall onto the sand, not able to even hear the ocean over it’s pattering fall. Sitting cross legged, with his knees almost touching the wall at the head of his bed, leaning on the open sill. He wasn’t even sure how early it actually was, but the soft glow of the sun behind the clouds made everything a soft gray.

Startling a little as there was a soft knock on the door, Roman looked over his shoulder as Dee peeked into the room.

“Hey, no fair. Why do you have such a good view?” Dee grumbled around a yawn.

“You do know that you could have picked this room, since you got here first.” Roman laughed softly, patting the bed next to him.

Turning back to the window he heard Dee grumble again, before the bed dipped as they crawled towards him. Letting out a small noise, Roman was shocked when he felt Dee moved in behind him, resting their chin on his shoulder.

“This isn’t what I meant, you know.” Roman said softly, as Dee’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Do you want me to move?”

Looking over his shoulder, eyes trailing over Dee’s face, taking in the softness of their features, the slightly mess of their hair. Shaking his head, Roman looked back out the window, leaning himself back more into Dee’s embrace, holding their hands. A calm silence spread between them as they sat together, watching the rain fall onto the sand. As time went by, the sun came up more, turning the beach more into a peach tone.

“Do you think the rain is going to last all day?” Dee asked, tilting their head to the side slightly.

“Not sure, I don’t think I’ve even really looked at my phone since we took those pictures with our ice cream cones yesterday.” Roman said, looking at Dee again.

“Not even to check the instagram likes? Wow, I’m impressed.”

Roman rolled his eyes, bumping Dee lightly with his shoulder, making them laugh, giving Roman’s waist a squeeze. Letting out a small laugh, Dee’s face lit up a little as they gave Roman’s waist another squeeze, making him laugh again. Squeezing Dee’s hands, Roman leaned back more against them, shaking his head, looking at them.

“See something you like?” Dee teased softly, lips twitching in a smirk.

“And if I do?” Roman asked, hand coming up to lightly rest on the back of their neck.

“Thought that you couldn’t like someone with a mohawk.”

“Guess you did change my mind,” Roman huffed out a small laugh, pulling Dee closer. “Can I kiss you?”

Nodding their head, Dee leaned in to meet Roman in the middle, pressing their lips together with a soft exhale. Letting their eyes flutter shut, their hands pressed flatter to Roman’s torso, holding him close as they moved their lips against his. Roman groaned softly, moving his hand down and turning himself around, wrapping his arm around Dee’s waist to move them further up the bed.

Dee arched a little as Roman pressed against them, hands moving over their arms before holding their wrists lightly to the bed. A gasping moan left Dee as Roman’s hips pressed against theirs, cocks frotting together.

“Wait, wait.” Dee breathed, Roman pulling back.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Roman moved to pull back, Dee wrapping their leg around Roman’s waist to keep him in place.

“Don’t apologize, I’m liking the direction this is going. I’m not going to admit that I’ve wanted this for a while now. But there’s, fuck.” Dee let out a breath.

“Hey, talk to me.”

“Ok, so. I’m not, ugh.”

Roman tilted his head slightly, thumbs running over Dee’s wrists, waiting for them to get their words together.

“I’m not normal.” Dee blurted, making Roman blink.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Dee.”

“I know, I’m getting there. And I know there’s really no such thing as normal, so don’t even. But like, I’m a limited edition, extra pieces and everything.”

“Extra pieces?”

“I have both a cock and a vagina.” Dee rushed out, their cheeks burning red.

Roman blinked fast as Dee’s eyes shifted away from his, squirming a little under him, fingers fidgeting. Biting his lip, Roman’s eyes trailed over Dee’s cheeks, before they moved back to their eyes, that looked wet. Letting go of their wrists, Dee looked a little deflated, jumping as Roman wrapped his arms under them.

“Look at me.” Roman whispered.

Turning their face, Dee gasped as Roman leaned in, pressing his lips to theirs again, tempting them into a soft kiss. Wrapping their arms around Roman’s neck, their breath picked up as Roman rocked into them again.

“If you’re comfortable letting me see you, then I’m honored, and still want you.”

Dee let out a shaky breath, nodding their head, whispering out a soft please, kissing Roman again. Roman’s hands slide out from under them, trailing over their skin pressing Dee’s shirt up before pulling it off. Dee tugged of Roman’s making him take it off as well, before pulling Roman back to them. Rolling their hips up, Dee’s breath hitched as Roman kissed down their throat, sucking a mark on their skin.

“Those don’t fade fast you know.” Dee moaned, fingers wrapping in Roman’s hair as he sucked another mark.

“I figured that it would blend in with the rest of your tattoo’s,” Roman smirked, making Dee squrim as he kissed down their chest and stomach, to the edge of their pants. “Can I?”

Nodding their head, Dee breathed out as Roman pressed more kisses to their stomach, pulling their pants and underwear down. Dee wanted so much to look away as Roman saw them in all their glory, but they just couldn’t. Roman’s face was soft, his hands running over Dee’s legs, pressing them further apart.

“Tell me the rules down here.” Roman said.

“Uhm, anything goes, as long as you want to. You, fuck, you can jerk me off, or finger me. Whatever.”

“What do you like?” Roman asked, wrapping his hand around Dee’s cock, stroking them slowly.

“I-I don’t know, about others that is, I haven’t been with anyone recently.”

“Then how about just tell me if anything is too far, yea?”

“Yea, fuck, touch me.”

Roman smiled, moving his hand faster, watching Dee’s head fall back more into the bed, their legs opening wider. Sliding his other hand up, Roman’s fingers brushed over Dee’s core, his fingers getting slicker with each touch. Slipping one finger into them, Dee moaned loud at the duel sensation, Roman’s finger pressing deeper. Arching their back more, they whined, begging for another finger, shivering as Roman obliged.

“Does it feel good?” Roman teased, working his fingers faster, as he squeezed the head of their cock.

“S-so good, you’re really good with your hands.” Dee squirmed, grasping at the bed.

Leaning in, Roman pressed kisses and nips to Dee’s skin, working his hands faster, his cock throbbing at the noises Dee was making. Shifting on the bed a little, Roman tried pressing his legs together, groaning as Dee’s hips jerked up.

“Ro, please, can you,” Dee trailed off, reaching out for him. “Please, want you to fuck me.”

“You sure?”

“More than sure, come here.”

Thrusting his fingers faster for a few moments before slipping them free, Roman pulled his own clothing off fast. Climbing up between their legs, Roman wrapped his arms under them, pressing their lips together. Moving his hips a few times, he let out a soft groan as the head of his cock caught against Dee’s core.

“Ready?” Roman asked, moaning loud as Dee wrapped their legs around him, pulling him inside.

“Come on, Stud. We don’t have neighbors, make me scream.”

Roman moaned loudly, pressing their lips hard together as he started moving, their hips smacking together. Dee’s nails pressed into Roman’s shoulders, working their hips up into Roman’s breathing hard against his lips. No matter how many different ways Dee had tried to play with themself, they knew now it wouldn’t actually compare to this. The solid weight on top of them, Roman’s cock filling them full, stomach pressing their cock between them.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Roman breathed, pressing their lips together again, before pressing kisses to their throat.

“Inside or out?” Dee teased, before letting out a long moan, Roman’s teeth pressing against their pulse.

“Both, like a furnace around me, so debauched looking under me.”

Dee let out a whimper as Roman left more marks on them, his hands sliding up Dee’s sides, pressing their wrists into the mattress again. They always knew that Roman was attractive, but seeing him like this, looking at them with such a lustful look, made their head spin.

“Please, please touch me, make me come around you.” Dee begged, biting their lip as Roman moaned.

“Such a dirty mouth.”

“You have no idea.”

A loud curse left Dee as Roman moved their wrists to under one hand, his other moving between them. Wrapping around Dee’s cock, Roman worked his hand fast, moaning their name as they got tighter around his cock. Roman’s head fell forward in a choked moan as Dee started coming, pulsing around his cock, moans ringing in his ears.

“Can, fuck, can I come in you?” Roman moaned, trying his best to slow his thrusts, but the tight pull of Dee around him making it impossible.

“Fuck, yes!” Dee shouted, his body shaking as Roman pressed forward, filling him.

As their bodies slowly stopped moving, Dee let out a contented groan, pulling their hands from Roman’s to wrap around his neck. Pulling him gently, they pressed their lips to his, kissing him softly as Roman pulled them close again. Slowly rolling them to the side, both let out soft groans as Roman slipped out of them.

“We should get cleaned up.” Dee said, finally pulling back, shifting their legs.

“If we must.” Roman sighed dramatically, making Dee roll their eyes.

Rolling out of the bed, Roman gathered the sheets while Dee headed into the bathroom, letting the door clothes. Once Roman put the sheets in the washer, he cleaned up in the sink, before putting new sheets on the bed. Fixing the blankets, Roman climbed into bed, pulling back the blankets on the other side.

A few minutes later, Dee made their way back out of the bathroom, cocking an eyebrow at the other side of the bed.

“Is that an invitation?” They asked, sliding under the blankets when Roman nodded.

“It’s still raining, it’s the perfect amount of chill in the room, and just maybe I want to take a nap with you.”

“Even if I have a mohawk?” Dee asked, moving so they were pressed against Roman, his arm wrapping around them.

“Even with your mohawk.” Roman smiled, leaning in and pressing their lips together.

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#not safe for sanders #roceit

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imcrushedbyarainbowoffical · 5 years ago

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Deceitber Day 6: Homemade Ornaments (Making ornaments with another side)

Prompt List by @dragonindigo245

Prompt: Making ornaments with another side

Word Count: 672

Characters: Deceit (Momceit), Remus (Kid), Orange (Wrath/Kid), and Virgil (Toddler)

Relationships: Dark Sides Family

Trigger Warnings: None

The entirety of the kitchen table was covered with googly eyes, popsicle sticks, colored paper, glue, pens, glitter, etc. Everything they needed to make ornaments for the Christmas tree.

"Are you boys ready to make ornaments?" Deceit asked

Remus and Wrath jumped up and down, wide toothy grins spreading across their little faces. While Virgil sat on the floor with his bat pacifier and wiggled his body. Deceit chuckled and pulled out two chairs for the boys. They climbed into their chairs and took to creating their ornaments (making a mess while they were at it).

Deceit picked up Virgil and sat down in his chair, holding Virgil in his lap. Virgil's purple and green eyes lit up at all the crafts and he made grabby hands at them.

"What do you want to make?" asked Deceit. "Maybe a reindeer?"

"Ah," babbled Virgil, still mesmerized by all the stuff.

Deceit grabbed a brown cloth and gave it to Virgil, who immediately tried to stick it in his mouth but was blocked by the pacifier.

"No, no honey. These things aren't for eating," Deceit said. He put the cloth back on the table and grabbed some googly eyes, a red pompom, popsicle sticks, glue, and scissors.

"Let's make a reindeer," said Deceit.

He cut the brown fabric into a triangular shape. "This is the reindeer's head," he said as he grabbed two googly eyes. "And these will be his eyes. Do you want to put them on?" he asked

"Ba," Virgil replied

Deceit put two glue spots in the middle of the brown cloth and placed a googly eye in Virgil's hand. He directed him over to the cloth and they stuck an eye onto the glue spot.

"Good job, now for the other one," said Deceit

He directed Virgil over to the other glue spot and stuck the other eye onto it. "Now for the nose," he said. He put a glue spot on the tip of the triangle and Virgil placed the red pompom on.

"And now for the antlers," Deceit glued the popsicle sticks onto the two corners of the triangle. "There, we have a reindeer now."

"wreideer" Virgil said, wiggling and reaching for the ornament.

"Yes, reindeer," Deceit laughed, handing the ornament to Virgil.

"Were done!" Remus and Wrath squealed at the same time, holding their ornaments up for Deceit to see.

Remus's ornament was a monster-like thing. It looked like a stick man but with googly eyes that ran down each of popsicle sticks. And a rainbow of colors that were drawn onto the sticks with green glitter as an added touch.

Wrath's ornament was a paper snowman with round black sunglasses and what looked like a spikey purple mohawk drawn onto its head. The snowman also had a crudely drawn guitar resting around its front. With orange glitter making up most of the guitar's base.

"Very creative," said Deceit, nodding his head. "Let's put them on the tree."

Remus and Wrath ran towards the tree and stuck their ornaments to the branches. Grinning from ear to ear as they did so. Meanwhile, Deceit gave the reindeer ornament to Virgil and held him close to the tree. Virgil reached out his hand and waved his arm around until the ornament caught on a branch. Virgil clapped his hands and babbled at his great feat.

"Nicely done boys," Deceit said

"Can we make another one?" asked Remus

"Of course, there's plenty of supplies," Deceit replied

"Yay!" Remus and Wrath yelled as they ran back to the table for round two.

"You want to make another ornament Virge?" asked Deceit

"Ah," said Virgil

"Alright, we'll make another one." Deceit said with a chuckle, as he brought Virgil back to the table.

Deceit figured they'd probably fill the whole tree with ornaments by the time they ran out of supplies. He smiled at the idea of the tree-covered from branch to branch in their little designs. He honestly couldn't wait to see the tree in its full homemade ornament decorated glory.

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illustration-ammuntion · 4 years ago

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Cursed Inc.

I enjoy writing comic book scripts, but found that I don’t have the patience to illustrate them. So I’ve decided to upload my latest one here. You are free to do what you want with it. Draw it, critique it, sketch characters from it, whatever. Just tag me. If you do critique it, it sucks isn’t a critique. Reasons it sucks and how I can improve is a critique.

Cursed Inc.

Page 1

Panel 1.

We are looking through binoculars at 4 individuals coming out of a door at the end of a dead-end neon-soaked alley, there are air conditioners, pipes, and wires everywhere. Anything happening in the alley should be lit by the harsh neon lighting until otherwise noted. The one in front, (looking like the security he is) is a large green orc covered in runic tattoos and wearing lots of bone jewelry with symbols and runes carved into them. On his lower half he’s wearing fatigue’s and boots, on his upper half he just wears a plate carrier. He carries a military looking rifle thar can be based on a real rifle or something made up. Behind him is a being in a trench coated. His head is a flaming skull stuffed in a fishbowl helmet. There are tubes and wires coming out of the back of the helmet running down to boxy satchel slung over his shoulder like an oversized purse. You can’t see his hands in this shot, but when you do se them they are robotic. Behind him are two individuals. A chubby man (Dwane) with long hair that’s been dyed blond, the dark roots are starting to show. He carries a very basic rifle with a wood stock and scope. There are runes carved in the stock. Next to him is a dumpy looking female (Halley). She also has died blond hair. We can see that they have elfin ears, but if they are ever shown close up, you should be able to see that the ears are bad plastic surgery that are pretty scarred. They are both wearing what looks like Adidas track suits, but instead of the three stripes running down the sides it’s one solid white with intermittent arcane symbols.

Andi (OP): There here. Looks like 4 of them.

Panel 2.

We are up on a rooftop looking down at a sniper who’s looking down through her scope. She has blond hair, a nice red jacket with tight black pants. If we can see her ears, she’s an elf with delicate but aloof features.

Joni: I see them. The heavy looks like he’s wearing some serious runic protection.

Panel 3.

We are inside a dingy hotel room. There is a girl, Andi, looking through the monocular holding a walkie-talkie. She has a short pixie cut and is wear jeans, a hoody (hood up), and a black pair of Chucks. We may or may not be able to see it, but she has a 1911 strapped to her right hip. She is facing left looking out the window in front of her. Off to her right sits a large shadowy figure we only see in silhouette. This is Ed. He has a massive shaggy head. He’s definitely not human.

Ed: I can take him!

Page 2

Panel 1.

Andi looking over at us with a serious look on her face.

Andi: Not yet. I need you to concentrate Ed. Do you remember the plan?

Ed (OP): I remember.

Andi: Good.

Panel 2.

Andi talking into the walkie-talkie again.

Andi: You think you can take him out?

Joni (OP): Possibly.

Andi: …sigh… You ready Matthew?

Panel 3.

On a back-alley balcony. We see what looks like the moth man with a mohawk dressed like an 80’s punker. His wings stick out of the back of a jean battle vest covered with patches and pins. He wear’s no pants or shoes. Definitely a guy who’s down to talk about how The Man is keeping him down. He’s holding a mechanical device about the size of a bowling ball that has a satchel sling that he wears over his shoulder while he talks into his walkie-talkie.

Matthew: You take out the heavy and I am.

Panel 4.

Close up of Andi talking into her walkie-talkie.

Andi: 10-4. Joni, take the shot. Ed, get ready just in case.

Page 3

Panel 1.

Side shot of Joni looking through her rifle. She is very put together. Flashy earrings and her nails are manicured.

Panel 2

We are looking at the orc through Joni’s scope. The cross hairs are on the orc’s forehead.

Joni: Damn…

Panel 3.

Glory shot of the orc.

Joni (OP): …you are a big boy.

Page 4

Panel 1.

Close up on Joni’s finger pulling the trigger.

Sfx: tkk

Panel 2.

SFX: BOOM

The sound effect is attached to the previous panels tkk sound effect to show they are happening almost simultaneously.

Panel 3.

The orcs head being slammed back from the impact of the bullet. Mouth open spittle flying. No blood.

Panel 4.

Close on Joni squinting through her scope.

Joni: He’s down.

Page 5

Panel 1.

Close up on Andi looking through her binoculars out the window.

Andi: But is he out?

Panel 2.

The orc angrily siting up.

Andi (OP): Nope! Not out.

Panel 3.

The orc is getting up pointing back at the skull guy.

Orc: Get him out of here!

Panel 4.

Andi yelling at the dark shape that is Ed while she gestures at the window.

Andi: You got you’re wish. Go!

Page 6

Panel 1.

We finally see Ed. He is leaping through the window to attack the orc below. He is surrounded by shards of glass that glitter and reflect the surrounding neon. He has a large muscular man body with head of a maned lion. He is wearing jeans and boots. Around his neck is a large green crystal on a heavy gold chain.

Page 7

Panel 1.

The blonds are grabbing skull head escorting/dragging him back towards the door.

Guy 1: Come on boss, let’s go!

Skull: I am not running from his goons! Dwane, take care that sniper! Halley, give Orson some focus!

Panel 2

Ed landing in front of the orc

Panel 3

Skull head has his robotic hand on the female (Halley) blond in the track suit’s shoulder as she shoots blue bolts of energy at Orson the orc. The Dwane is aiming up and off panel firing his AR looking rifle.

Panel 4

Joni is taking fire from street level. She is grabbing her rifle backing away from the bullets pinging around her.

Page 8

Panel 1

Ed flying towards the Orson the orc who looks like he’s more muscular than before as he’s being energized in blue lighting from off panel.

Page 9

Panel 1.

Caption: The day before.

We see Andi sitting in a very nice office. Behind the desk in front of her is a goblin (Heezer) in a suit.

Andi: Absolutely not. The job is worth twice that if not more.

Panel 2.

Close up on a smug mockingly apologetic Heezer:

Heezer: I’m sorry Andi. Maybe last year when you had a reputation. Now… well, you’re welcome to go find employment somewhere else. Maybe someone else is willing to take a risk on you without Ed.

Panel 3.

Close up on an angry looking Andi.

Andi: Damn you Heezer! Ed is still part of the crew.

Panel 4.

Smug looking Heezer.

Heezer: Tell you what, bring Edward in here and I’ll double the price.

Panel 5.

Close up on a furious Andi.

Andi: Damn you Heezer!

Panel 6.

Close up on a sneering Heezer.

Heezer: Rebuild your reputation. Bring me the artifact.

Page 10

Panel 1.

We see Andi running down some stairs. The walls are covered in graffiti. She is screaming into her walkie-talkie.

Andi: Matthew, get down there and shut the artifact down!

Panel 2.

Matthew fiddling with his doohickey as he talks on the walkie-talkie.

Matthew: I’m not going down there you have Ed clear the way.

Panel 3.

We se the Orc who is in full on hulk mode giving Ed an uppercut that is knocking him straight up into the air.

Panel 4.

Andi bursting through a graffiti covered door into the alley.

Andi: Damn it Matthew, we need that him down now!

Panel 5.

Andi running towards the battle between Ed and Orson.

Andi: Nobody get’s paid unless we turn in the artifact! Do your damn jobs!

Page 11

Panel 1.

We see Matthew talking into his walkie-talkie looking off panel.

Matthew: It’s way to hairy down there for me. At least have Joni take out the sniper.

Panel 2.

Joni crouching behind a larger roof mounted air conditioner that is taking in coming fire.

Joni: Incoming fire always has the right of way!

Panel 3.

Orson is on top of Ed just beating the hell out of him.

Panel 4.

Full body shot of Andy pulling off her hood. She looks pissed. We see tentacles starting to manifest through her clothing.

Andi: Do I have to do everything myself?

Page 12

Panel 1.

Close up on Andi’s hands she is flexing it into a claw as a tentacle starts to appear from her wrist. This can be one or two panels showing each hand and tentacle set. Depends how artists feel the overall page should flow

Panel 2.

Andi now has tentacles coming out from each wrist one from each thigh lifting her off the ground. The tentacles ignore clothes and where the state from the body they are semi-transparent. She is reaching out with her tentacles grabbing at Orson. Pulling him off of Ed by the throat.

Page 13

Panel 1.

The flaming skull points off panel ordering Halley to attack Andi.

Skull: Stop her!

Panel 2.

Halley is firing Red bolts of lightning from her hands now. Skully still has his hands on her shoulder.

Panel 3.

Andi who is holding Orson in the air is being engulfed in red lightning from off panel. It doesn’t feel good to either her or Orson.

Page 14

Panel 1.

Close up on Andi’s face as she wears a grimace of pain from electrocution.

Andi: Damn it Matthew!

Panel 2.

A bloody looking Ed looking of panel with furry in his eyes.

Ed: Grrr!

Panel 3.

Ed rushing towards Skully and Halley.

Skully: Dwane!

Panel 4.

Dwane now firing at Ed.

Ed getting hit by rifle fire. The bullets ripping into Ed aren’t going to kill him, but they aren’t making him happy.

Page 15

Panel 1.

Joni popping up from behind the shredded air conditioner starting to aim off panel.

Joni: Finally!

Panel 2.

Andi has released Orson and has brought all four tentacles in front of her to use as a shield to block the red electricity from Dwane.

Panel 3.

Orson who no longer looks like he’s in Hulk mode without the blue electricity, has recovered from being strangled by Joni is rushing back to grabbing a shot up and bleeding Ed.

Page 16

Panel 1.

Close up on Joni looking at us through her rifle scope.

Joni: Se ya poser.

Panel 2.

Dwane getting blasted back by a shot to the chest. It’s lifting him off his feet a bit.

Joni (OP): Gotcha! You’re up Matthew!

Panel 3.

Matthew finally getting up off his railing, palming the doohickey like a basketball.

Matthew: Fine.

Panel 4.

Matthew flying down towards Skully.

Page 17

Panel 1.

We see Orson and Ed locked in battle. Orson is definitely on the losing end of things. In the background is Skully and Halley throwing electricity.

Page 18

Panel 1

Matthew landing at Skully’s feet who still has his hand on Halley who is firing electricity of panel. She doesn’t notice Matthew, but Skully is looking down at Matthew.

Panel 2.

Matthew looking up at us pressing a button on the doohickey.

SFX: click

Matthew: Hi.

Panel 3

Mathew leaping off panel leaving the doohickey at Skully’s feet. Skully is watching him leave.

Panel 4.

Skully looking down at the doohickey.

Skully: What the-

Panel 5.

SFX (big

bold lettering): CLICK!

Page 19

Panel 1.

All neon light is out in the alley. It’s not completely dark, but there isn’t much light anymore. Skully is collapsing next to a surprised looking Halley.

Skully: Damn it!

Panel 2.

Andi is pulling out her .45 as she runs past Ed who is literally tearing out Orson’s throat with his teeth.

Andi: Damn it Edward! You don’t eat people! We’ve talked about this!

Panel 3.

We are looking up at a blood-soaked Ed who looks sorry.

Ed: Sorry Andi...

Panel 4.

Andi standing in front of Haley aiming her gun at her. Halley stands there her hands out like she might shoot more electricity of them, but she looks very unsure. Skully lays in a crumpled heap at her feet.

Andi: Stand down. If you get your boyfriend to a hospital now, they might be able to save him.

Page 20

Panel 1.

We are behind Halley looking down at Dwane who is clutching his chest laying in a pool of his own blood.

Halley: He’s… my husband.

Andi (OP): Well you’re gonna’ be his widow if you don’t get a move on.

Panel 2.

Andi looking down at Skully talking on her walkie-talkie. Behind her is Halley who is trying to deal with her husband.

Andi: Everyone, re-group on me.

Panel 3.

Andi is reaching down on us as if we were Skully.

Andi: For what it ‘s worth, you were worth a lot more than 500 credits.

Panel 4.

Andi is now holding the fishbowl helmet that holds the helmet. Ed is approaching off panel.

Skully: 500 credits!? Heezer is a cheap bastard, but that’s ridiculous!

Panel 5.

Andi handing Skully and the satchel he’s connected to, to Ed.

Andi: Take him to the truck, I’ll be there in a second.

Page 21.

Panel 1.

Joni and Matthew walking up to Andi. In the background we see Halley trying to drag her husband off by the armpits.

Andi: Ed and are taking the artifact in for payment. Meet us back at the shop for payment. I want an itemized list of expenses from both of you.

Panel 2.

Andi pointing at Joni.

Andi: I heard two shots, don’t bill me for anything more.

Joni: Whatever Andi. I’ll bill you for the shots I took. Just like always.

Andi: Yeah.

Panel 3.

No Andi is pointing at Matthew.

Andi: We are a team. I expect a little quicker response time out of you.

Panel 4.

Close up on Matthew.

Matthew: Pay me what I’m worth and maybe you’ll get a team player.

Andi: I pay you according to what I get payed. Step it up, and maybe we’ll get payed more.

Panel 5.

Both Matthew and Joni walking away in separate directions leaving Joni to stand there.

Matthew: Whatever. Don’t blame us for your problems. I’m not taking a bullet for this outfit.

Page 22

Panel 1

Ed is carrying Skully as he approaches a very banged up A-Haul moving truck.

Skully: Huh, haven’t seen that in a long time.

Panel 2.

Ed lifting the door to the back of the truck. Skully is looking at the crystal that hangs from his neck.

Skully: The amulet of Oondar.

Panel 3.

Ed sitting down sulking in the back of the truck.

Ed: It’s the Crystal of Skoor.

Skully: Skoor must have stolen it from Oondar. I should know, I made it for Oondar.

Panel 4.

Close up on a sulky looking Ed.

Ed: Shut up. You don’t know jack.

Panel 5.

Close up on the grinning skull.

Skully: If you say so my good Guardian.

Page 23

Panel 1.

A confused looking Ed.

Ed: What did you call me?

Panel 2.

Andi his getting into the drivers set of the truck now.

Andi: Edward! Quit chatting with the artifact. Are we good to go to Heezer straight away, or do I need to stop off at the infirmary first?

Ed: What?

Panel 3.

Close up on an annoyed looking Andi.

Andi: Payment or infirmary Edward! Which is it?

Ed: Oh… Uh payment is fine. I’m healing ok, I guess.

Panel 4.

We are looking through the windshield of the truck. Andi looks like she is in a really bad mood.

Andi: Well that’s something at least.

Panel 5.

The truck driving off.

Andi (OP): Maybe we’ll even break even on this one.

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Nothing Good Comes After Midnight

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Characters: Bobo Del Rey, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit, please don’t read if you’re not 18+ Words: 2909

I didn’t have an exit strategy. In fact, as I stared back into his heavy gaze, I realized that I didn’t particularly want one. Wynonna thought that she could just ditch me for an idiot guy tonight… well I found my own idiot. Without breaking eye contact, I lifted the straw in my drink up to my mouth and took a good long sip while starting to ride Bobo’s lap to the beat.

Full Fic:

Fuck Purgatory and their not-having an open container law. I would have left, after realizing my friend had just ditched me to go home with her ex while I was in the bathroom, but I had ordered one more expensive cocktail before I checked my phone and got her drunken message. While I was pissed to be left alone at the bar, there was no way I was leaving without drinking what I’d paid for.

But I could feel the sharks circling in the water behind me. It was late enough in the night that any young woman alone on a barstool was gonna get mobbed. The first two guys buzzed off fairly easily after I straight-up growled at them, and then the front door slammed open.

There was something familiar about the scruffy, biker-looking guys that strutted in. Their eyes raked over the whole place, seeming unimpressed with all of us. I definitely knew the guy that walked in after them. Bobo Del Rey, the most fearsome revenant around. He was basically my friend Wynonna’s arch-enemy. There was no mistaking that thick, mohawk-cut hair, those steely eyes, the hulking presence. Did I say arch-enemy? More like arch-hottie.

And he saw me. His goons had failed to remember me and my associations, but the boss-man didn’t miss anything. He gave me a glare that could have meant any number of things, then walked with his crew over to an empty table at the back.

I thought that sense of ‘blood in the water’ was strong before. The back of my neck practically prickled now, though every time I turned to look over at Bobo, he wasn’t paying any particular attention to me at all. One of his boys had grabbed a bucket of beers and they were all just kind of sitting around. Creepy.

He was throwing me off my carefully composed “back the fuck off before I get stabby-stabby” vibes, too. Some sloppily-dressed man with an unkempt ponytail was sprawled over the barstool next to me, babbling and thinking he was getting somewhere.

“It’s a real anaconda, baby, you gotta come back to my place and see it,” he slurred into my ear. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his dick or an actual snake; I had definitely not been paying any attention to him.

When he finally began to comprehend my lack of interest, he got mean. “What, you think you can do better than me tonight? You can’t be waiting for someone.”

My eyes slipped over to Bobo’s corner, involuntarily.

“Him?”

Something snapped inside me at his tone. “You know what? Yeah. Him.” I snatched my drink off the counter, still mostly full thanks to everyone’s inability to leave me alone and let me fucking enjoy it, and started stalking right over toward the gang of revenants.

Bobo’s eyes tracked me as I strode across the room. The jukebox was playing a wild woman anthem, the beat bold and infectious, and it put some swing into my hips. I let it. Didn’t I deserve to have some kind of fun tonight? Maybe make a bad decision too?

One of Bobo’s thugs made an aggressive posture at my approach, starting to stand, but the boss stilled him with a hand. They knew I was part of Wynonna’s crew. But as I had hoped, tonight Mr. Del Rey didn’t seem to care. He stared at me from under heavy brows and waved me on to approach him with a sharp flick of his wrist.

There were no seats left empty at his table, so I had to ask. “Can I sit with you?”

Bobo looked me up and down, with a sly little twist to his lip. “Maybe if you sit on my dick,” he growled.

Another bubble of irritated energy popped inside me. I stepped right up to him and swung my leg over his lap before my better self could catch up. And by then, I was committed. Bobo’s notched brows climbed to his hairline as I plopped down straddling his hips. I’d call his fucking bluff. I ground myself against his crotch in tight, exaggerated circles. “Oh yeah? Where is it? Can’t seem to find anything.”

Bobo snarled. His hands came down on both my hips, fingers curling hard. But instead of throwing me off, he took control of my movements and rocked me against him a few times more, slower and more in time to the music. “Keep moving like that, darlin’, and it’ll hit you.”

His pupils dilated as he watched me, as he felt me. His fingers slid slowly along my rocking hips. I tried to play it cool, sipping on my drink and glancing around the room, a little overwhelmed by the sizzle in his gaze. That, and the heat building up between my own legs. I’m not ashamed to say that when my clit rubbed up against some stiff fold in his pants I repeated the angle, working myself up even as I felt something start to poke against my inner thigh.

“Last call!” a gruff voice shouted over the noise of the bar. “Last call for alcohol.”

Bobo’s smile turned conspiratorial, then he looked past me. “How about a round of shots, Lou.” One of the thugs got up and pushed his way up to the suddenly-crowded bar.

“So, Y/N. You’ve certainly got my attention.” He shifted underneath me, and with a quick swipe of his hand the hard line that had been forming along Bobo’s thigh was moved to a more central location. With his grip on my hips he coaxed me to settle back down over it. I was glad I had chosen such thin pants to wear out tonight; I could feel every inch of him against my whole slit now, and goddamn did it feel good. “So, what’s your plan.”

“Hm?” I gave him a questioning look.

“Your little crew is always up to something.” He leaned his forehead in closer to my own, looking hard even though his fingers were playful along the hem of my shirt. “Is this the newest attempt to pump ol’ Bobo for information?”

A grin cracked my face. “Play your cards right, and I’ll be pumping you for something,” I cackled. Just couldn’t resist that opening. The laugh turned to a nervous giggle as Bobo’s face remained stoic. “No,” I amended swiftly, “nothing like that.”

“Good, because I don’t appreciate tricks.”

I leaned in, the spiking sense of danger only adding spice to the erotic charge in this corner of the bar. “I’m just a girl having a bad night, trying to figure out how to make it a little bit better.”

Bobo’s smile was slow and thick. “Mmm,” he purred as he brushed his nose along my cheek, “I can think of a few things that might help with that.”

I tilted my chin and that was all the invitation he needed to press his lips into mine. His beard was softer than I expected, sliding across my cheek before his tongue parted my lips. Bobo tasted like dark chocolate, charcoal, and mistakes that still feel kind of worth it in the morning. One of his hands spread across the back of my neck, holding me close, while the other slipped underneath my shirt. I responded by popping open the button on his jeans.

When the bartender says ‘last call,’ you don’t waste time.

The bottom of my shirt was shoved up over my tits when Lou came back with the shots. Bobo’s fingers were playing with the scalloped lace of my plunge-line bra. I tried to cover back up before turning to accept my shot glass, but Bobo’s hands curled over my own. “Let the boys have a little show,” he rumbled.

My nipples hardened at the dirty glory of the idea. I leaned back from my position on Bobo’s lap, letting my smile hang wide and sloppy as I twisted with my rack hanging out of my shirt and reached out for my drink.

Lou’s eyes were hungry. So were the rest of the boys, grinning like circling sharks as they watched the debauchery playing out in their boss’s lap. It was equal parts hot and frightening.

“Bottoms up,” Bobo said, drawing my attention back to him. The amber liquid flowed easily down my throat; it was shitty whiskey but when you hang out with Wynonna you kind of become a pro at knocking back cheap shots. Bobo’s lips were wet and I leaned in to lick the last of the burning liquor off of them.

The friction between our hips was getting unbearable, and between the gaze of ‘the boys’ and the fresh alcohol tingling through my limbs, I was dying to move. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I purred into Bobo’s ear, then nipped his earlobe for good measure. We couldn’t do much more than we already had without getting kicked out of the bar, anyway.

“You got it, darlin’,” he drawled, and then seized the bottom of my ass with both hands. I felt his muscles clench gloriously between my thighs and then he was standing, with me still wrapped around his waist and squealing in delight. “Excuse me boys, I’ve gotta step out and take care of something.”

We made it halfway down the alley at the side of the building before Bobo pressed me into the wall and started assaulting my mouth and neck again. I felt the press of his erection under my suspended thighs and this time I regretted the choice of pants, rather than a skirt. How glorious it would have felt if he could just sink in to me right the fuck now.

He pawed at the barrier between us, as much as he could while still holding me up off the ground, and then made a frustrated groan. He put me down and before I could even get my balance, turned me to face the wall. One big hand slid down inside my pants, cupping my ass, fingers questing deeper between my legs. “You want me right now?” he all but snarled.

“Fuuuck,” I hissed as his fingertips pressed between my slick inner labia. He made a wordless noise with a similar tone as he played with the wetness I had ready for him there.

Two fingers found their way deeper, penetrating into needy flesh and making it hard for me to remember language was a thing that I could use to answer his question. I pressed myself over his hand and moaned, my own palms pressed against the cold concrete of the wall just so I could keep my balance. “Yeah.”

Bobo finger-fucked me a little harder, then slowed. “Yeah, what?” He nipped at my ear and I could see the flash of white teeth set in a smirk in the moonlight.

I squirmed over his hand. “Yeah, I want you.”

He loomed over me even more. “Want me to what.” His fingers pistoned and I let myself moan like a whore, egging him on.

“Want you to fuck me, Bobo Del Rey.”

“Good girl.” He wrenched my pants down past my knees, bit the side of my ass hard while he was down there, and got his erection of out of his pants faster than I would have thought possible. The line of his body came to cover mine against the wall, and he nipped the back of my neck like a dominant animal while he lined his hardness up against my cunt.

Bobo was thick enough that he didn’t exactly slide in easy. He kicked my feet apart, as wide as they could go with my pants still around my ankles, and pressed me to bend over until I was presented to him properly. Then he worked himself in, every inch a delicious stretch that overwhelmed the rest of my senses. “Fuck, Bobo!” I squealed.

His big hand clamped over my mouth.

“Don’t call attention,” he growled, and kept his hand there to muffle my screams as he rutted into me faster, more thoroughly. It was all I could do to press my hands into the wall against his pressure and try to keep my cheek from slamming into it as he fucked me within an inch of my life.

He could hear just enough of my whimpering cries under his smothering palm to notice when I was getting close to coming. I needed only a little something more to get there.

He let up the intensity just a fraction, so he could take his hand off my mouth. “Stay quiet now, baby girl,” he said, and reached down to find my clitoris.

It was clumsy, but it was all that I really needed. I swallowed a moan or two as he resumed the punishing pace with his cock, now driving my hips into the counterpressure of his strong fingers on that magic button. My orgasm boiled up fast and hard and I held my breath for the entire duration, not trusting myself not to scream at the joy of it.

I went a little limp when it was over, gulping in air with ragged breaths while Bobo continued to rut into me. The aftershocks were making my whole body sizzle. With a sudden hiss, the villain pulled out and pushed me down to my knees.

I turned willingly enough, sure that I knew what he was after. The discomfort of bare knees on the alley pavement only added a little submissive spice to the experience. Bobo had his cock in hand, pointed right between my eyes, and I knew I only had a moment to make my play.

I figured Bobo was like most guys, eager to blast me in the face like this was a porn video. But slutty as I am, I draw the line at calling a cab at the end of the night with cum still stuck in my hair. Just as he seemed ready to blow, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and made his fat head disappear in my mouth.

Bobo made a noise that was both surprised and pleased, and in just three eager, wholehearted sucks I had him groaning through his teeth as his cock jumped and sprayed against the roof of my mouth. I held him there even when it was done, all the way through his spasming, trembling finish. I always loved this moment, knowing I’d brought a powerful man to ‘the little death,’ and for this instant in time, at least, he was putty in my hands.

When he started to pull himself out of my mouth I pursed my lips, sucking him clean and making sure no stray drops were going to dribble out and mess up my shirt. I was still holding his cum in my mouth, as was my habit, ready to spit it out as soon as the way was clear.

But the demon was paying attention. His palm pressed over my lips, fingers wrapping around my jaw. “You’re going to swallow it,” he ordered. That little spike of humiliation was like icing on the cake of this whole wild evening. I looked Bobo right in the eyes and made a big show of gulping his seed down. His answering smile made it worth it too, that smug, masculine look guys get when they feel like their cum went into places they could be proud of.

Then, in a surprisingly gentlemanly gesture, he helped me to my feet.

I almost regretted putting my pants back on. If we had been in a more comfortable location, that last little exchange would have inspired me to get started on a round two. At least to convince him to eat me out. But looking up at Bobo’s wild and imposing silhouette in this moonlit alley, I didn’t think it was a good time to press my luck.

His hand was kneading the back of my neck softly as I re-dressed beside him. Awareness of my surroundings returning, I felt my guard coming back up. Most likely I was about to regret all of this, no matter how blazing hot the encounter had been; better not to drag it out. I stepped out from under his hand, avoiding his eyes and moving toward the main street.

“Can I call on you some time?” Bobo asked, surprising me again with his softness. But plenty of tough guys got that way, after.

I looked up at him with a cold smirk that would have made Wynonna proud. “Oh no, we are definitely chalking this one up to temporary insanity.”

He stiffened, eyes narrowing. “Back to enemies again, in the morning?”

I nodded. “Couldn’t be any other way.”

He cocked his head to the side, the lines of his mohawk amplifying the wild effect of the gesture. He glanced quickly at the sky. “Got a few hours left before daylight, then. Wanna make the most of it, come back with me to my trailer?”

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