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d144-catzie · 2 years ago

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Winter Wasteland and Dried Oil

Prologue: 3 Days

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“Stupid colony! Closet minded toasters!”

Grumbled one of the worker drone. Stomping out from the medical centre after what he could assume a snow pile times in his life, backpack hanging loosely on his back and a scowl on his face.

“Why the hell dad assumed that I have some ‘oh there’s probably a malfunction in your brain, let’s get the docs to fix that’ I’m sorry, braindead, but I’m doing this for us!” the worker drone mocked as he raised two peace sign, folding it added with an old man tone to emphasize his father’s words.

Oh, his name? Vityaz. A geeky rebellious genius. Ace his classes, unfortunately he doesn’t give a milimeter effort to make his future as a worker in WDF, not a single worker drone want to close the distance between him and themselves because who in the right worker drone mind wanted to be close with someone obsessed about the outside and drones responsible for their kind’s death?

Well except…“Yazz! There you are, I gotta show ya something and you’re gonna love it!” Uzi. Another worker drone Vityaz could actually get along with, a rebellious kid and surprisingly got a knack for weapons for someone as young as her.

“Oh, yeah? Surprise me” his navy blue eyes displayed on his black visor gave a challenging look towards the younger girl, who in return gave him a smug accepting look from her neon purple eyes with a smirk, “as always” she responded before leading them towards her room.

Standing in the middle of her room that consists mostly of posters of her favourite anime Uzi manage to pirate, not to mention the purple neon lights similar with her eyes too. There were also post-it-notes pasted by Khan Doorman around the key hanger, those are definitely things that haven’t changed…well mostly the topic and that never fails to make the boy make a dedpanned expression everytime he saw that.

Sighing then tidied his turquoise synthetic hair “doc really need some more training with reattaching hair on my hatch” he huffed before he turned his attention at the purple haired girl shuffling around her room to find a certain paper she kept.

“Do you need help with finding the surprise, Zizi?” Vityaz pointed at every corner in her room awkwardly which he got an “aha!” as a response from the girl who’s now holding a rolled paper.

Uzi unrolled the paper she’s holding and the moment the older boy looked at it, he was beyond surprised to the point he was silent. “So I noticed that your railgun design is kinda inefficient with that big size and I thought about making it more…easy to carry around! And Uzi presents to you THIS!” and she isn’t wrong with her reason.

Vityaz had been working on a weapon of his own the moment he knew about the abilities the Murder Drones have, to the point this geeky boy was so fixated about them more, and him building a weapon was to kill one of them to satisfy his quriosity about their capabilities. Looking at the younger girl’s railgun design left him gaping with amazement, the structure was understandable and smaller in size, just add a little tweak and her design would be a perfect one, compared to his with bigger and complex structure.

“Woah hahah! This is sick as HELL, Uzi…when did you make this?!” he exclaimed as he had his hands on the purple haired girl’s shoulders, his neon navy blue eyes wide in amazement. “The moment you showed me your railgun, I feel like yours was pretty heavy and I told you about making it more easy to carry around. Efficient and deadly to those freaky yellow birds!” she rambled with the same wide eye as him.

If they were humans, they’re sure that their endorphins are triggering lots of positive feelings, but being robots probably had something to do with “If this place have some weaponry I’m 101% confident that we’ll give those murder drones some trauma so BAD they’ll chicken back home”

“AND not living behind these doors like a coward!” Vityaz added her claim as 101% appeared on his visor.

“Okay, you have shown me your surprise, I guess it’s my turn” his words made Uzi gasp in surprise, “bro, no fair! You always beat me when it comes to this stuffs!” she whined whilst the older male drone could only giggle and pat her head full of purple locks. “Cool your jets, buddy. But seriously, this will fry your circuits!”

Rumaging through his bag after he informed the younger girl about his own surprise as he pulled out a burnt dummy neck, the head was definitely left this world. “A burnt…dummy” he nodded at her question “a burnt duuuummyyy~” he sang while swinging the dummy remains on his hand back and forth, “a burnt duummyy…oh…OH!!” realization hits her harder than the hard reboot.

“The railgun worked?! Those sci-fi movies weren’t lying!”, “yep! This bad boy managed to obliterate this dummy’s head and left nothing! Can’t wait to use it for real…oh wait that’s the problem” the light in their eyes dimmed at the fact that WDF won’t just let either of them go outside.

“Crap…now how are you going to get outside now?! Your dad will 100% say no about what you’re gonna do…or if my dad knows about this he will say double no” the young man let out a long exasperated sigh, gripping his turquoise locks in a frustrated manner.

He abruptly stopped, completely stopped the long sigh and his every movements, except his mouth. A smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “Zizi…how many more days until Take Your Children To Work day arrives?” said girl opened her mouth only to close it again as she averted her neon purple eyes at any direction, thinking.

Then she snapped her fingers “3 days from now!” he released his grip and neon navy blue locked onto her intently “weekend right?” Uzi nodded and he hisses out a small ‘yes!’ with his fist pumped, as the girl raised a displayed eyebrow questioningly.

“But I thought you hate that day?” her question made him snap out from his little moment, “oh hell yes I do hate that day. The only time Take Your Children To Work isn’t so boring is when I can hang out with my little Zizi” Vityaz sang the last part. Much to the purple headed girl’s whines to stop ever since he called her that, the boy continued “aside from that! I’m gonna commit something crazy!”

“And what is that are you planning to do…?” she asked which the boy answered with two finger guns and a wink “fulfill my bucket list!

3 days from now…”

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Small hammer clangs itself onto the bell rapidly, its ringing resonated in the area, so loud that its inhabitants could cry of joy at the sign.

That the 15 minutes are up

15 minutes, short time yet so many things happened in a flash. 15 minutes struggle. 15 minutes of crying. 15 minutes of constant death. 15 minutes of their game.

“Coast is clear, murder drones out of sight! Patrol team, spread out and find the remaining survivors!” one worker drone commanded a group who start to do as he said. Same could be said with the other similar teams who began to spread out the large area.

“For those who were injured, come here for help!” yelled out the worker drones who carried bandages and tool kits.

“Let me help you with your weapon, you go get rid of those nanites with the aid relief team” another ushered the injured survivor towards the said workers in charge before tinkering with the firearm.

“Wait where’s Sako?!” a drone panicked when the presence of a certain worker wasn’t around but before the others could rendezvous the area, a voice already called out.

“I’m here, don’t worry!” Sako, the mentioned young worker drone came running towards the group with an injured drone who’s in sleep mode, added with a bandaged amputated leg, on her back. “Aid relief team, please treat his leg and donor some oil for him!” said team immediately did as she requested, gently taking the male drone from her back to give him further treatment and gather well worker drones for oil donor.

Seeing the asleep drone being helped just like others who were injured after the game, among the crowd the young girl approached a man with clipboard on hand with a coloured marker on the other. It wasn’t rare to see the man’s harsh look displayed on his visor on these occassions, but this one was rather…

“Hey pops, any…news about the result of today’s hunt?” grimacing as a response, unlike any other day where he answered his daughter’s question right-away, he only shows her the clipboard. “Aye…they weren’t joking when they said they won’t hold back” her neon turquoise eyes dulled as she murmured.

List of names, veterans and newcomers of the playground they’re in, and many of the names have been crossed out with different colours. Today game’s result was 39 names crossed with yellow marker, looking at the rest of the names only made her feel more uneasy “do you have more addition to be crossed out?”

Turquoises displayed on her visor immediately turned into two wide O’s as she stumbled on her own words, before finally stabilized herself “quite much actually, but let me get this quick…

…Theo, shredded with drill. Leia, clean cut at the neck and taken to the spire. Allen, multiple nanite wounds on the body. Chip, oil loss and fatal wounds on vital points. Mari, damaged systems because of fall damage. Pac, mutilated with laser gun. Dell, caught in an explosion. Zipp, burnt beyond repair…” and as she went on and on about the corpses she encountered at the area in search for survivors while she’s at it, she only grew more and more anxious.

“Added with what you mentioned…that would be 51 companions departed from this hunt” he grumbled as his neon lime eyes furrowed while crossing out the mentioned names.

But turning at his daughter who has her face hanging low in a depressing manner. He softened his glare and patted her ginger coloured locks “I’m unsure that I’m worthy of becoming the lookout for the team if this keeps happening, well you can’t just see the dark side everytime you do your job, kiddo” he quoted words Sako said back in first day joining the team.

“It’s not always easy and I get that” he continued but didn’t get any response from the younger drone. Averting his attention towards the drone she came back with, Mac, before turning back to her with a small smile tagging on his face “you know…I’m unsure myself if I should take your mom’s role in the resistance but you wanna know what I do when I’m not so sure?”

Now this time the young female drone glanced up at him to see a little childish mischevious grin displayed on her father’s face before facing away, holding back her giggle that’s about to errupt.

“I double down!!”

Erruption of giggles came from both “still into that stupid show?”. He drew circles on her back as she looked up at him and he chuckled in return “hey at least it was funny…better now?” at his question, the gingerhead nodded slightly, anxiety slowly diminishing.

“Josef, we’ve retrieved the survivors and remaining corpses” The said man turned away from his daughter to the voice approaching him, the leader of the patrol team and the squad itself trailing behind, supporting the survivors and carrying large bags with corpses inside.

The small father-daughter moment was cut off. Josef cleared his throat and faces Sako who gave him an understanding nod, ‘I’ll be waiting at home, best wishes’ is what the girl probably said in silence before making her way to one of the buildings where they live, and seeing his daughter finally entering their home, the man’s neon lime eyes went back to its furrowed state, continuing his job.

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“Today’s game was a haul!”

A voice boomed and echoed in the building walls, empty, aside from the three drones. “Yes, a haul, AND…compared to the previous games with them we got bullets in our eyes and one stab on the visor” Other voice came but compared to the boastful and loud, this one gave off a witty yet capricious tone.

“So it’s a win-win?” Another one asked, but this time it was rather chipper and has an upbeat impression. “For amusement? Yes. To stay thrift? No” Answered the owner of the capricious voice, adjusting his cap on his silvery locks before going back to gluing a drone’s neck back to its body while humming.

“But we could stay thrift for other times, with these many sentient toasters we got today, our oil reserve will help us stay alive for a week…at least” His subordinate muttered the last part doubtedly, “K is right actually, it’s also part of our job ordered by JCJenson” The other surbodinate popped up behind her companion, K, to support his statement.

But seeing their leader not responding in any way, the female put down a trinket in her hand and took a step slowly, “your concern isn’t about the overkill today or being thrift isn’t it, G?”

SLAM

His response was…not what both of the subordinates expected.

Big crack now decorated the previously smooth wall. G dropped the worker drone corpse as his fist was formed into a tight clench. Calm complexion now morphed into one that would be called irritation or grudge. Previous yellow circles now replaced with a huge yellow >< as a deep scowl adorned his face.

“So what, S?! The hell’s with our job if we have no clear orders!” He yelled, his fist trembling at how much force he put into. K and S have large O’s displayed on their visor at their leader’s sudden outburst.

A loud exasperated sigh left his lips as he faced the building’s floor, “sorry…didn’t mean to yell in front of your faces like that” The leader apologized. G’s eyes glitched back to its previous circles that displayed a regretful look. “You alright there?” K approached the slightly slumped male with a hand in attempt to check on him.

But in return, G only raised a hand and it instantly stopped the short bob cut male as he retracted his hand. Looking up, which he may have composed himself, he stated “can’t get the message to stop clowning around out of my head” With an mocking emphasis in his tone.

“Still with that, huh…since when we’re clowning again?” the girl has multiple question marks on her visor, arms crossed in a questioning manner. “So far we only did what they said. Crackers! We’re even one of the top teams” another sigh came from G as a response for K’s statement.

With furrowed expression, the leader of the squad exclaimed “but that doesn’t change the fact that they literally called us clowns” in a stern tone.

“Tomorrow until before the game starts, we’ll hunt colonies and stray worker drones while also taking the strong ones for our playground” G twisted his hand that was used to punch the wall, going back to his personal work of polishing and fixing the worker corpse as he usually claims to give it a ‘beautiful’ send-off.

While the other two who now have composed themselves, S let out a small wistle that caught his attention “can I ask something about no clear order?” Asked the girl of the squad. “That’s a question answered for another time” The disassembly drone stopped at what he’s doing, standing up as he turned to his subordinates, his braid swished to his back.

S and K listening intently as G concluded his order for his members “we’re going to up our game, I was satisfied with today’s result in all honesty and I hope this keeps going” A mad smile crept onto his face, sharp fangs protracted.

“3 days before our next hunt. 3 days before this neverending winter will be filled with fresh oil”

#Murder drones #murder drones oc #winter wasteland and dried oil #d144.writes #Hey look I'm alive again #I changed Terra's name #SHe's Sako now

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juminly · 4 years ago

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Poison & Wine (Dabi x Reader)

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia. Pairing: Dabi x Female!Reader. Summary: Dabi just wanted you to pour him some wine. Things just get a bit more heated from there as you when you get a good taste of him... and he just does the same. Rating: Explicit. (Minors, DNI) Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Pet-Play, Teasing, BDSM, Desk Sex, Rough Sex, Slight Degradation, Blow-Job, Hate sex?, A tiny tiny bit of Gore, Doggy-Style, Hair-Pulling, Creampie. Word Count: 4.7k ~ –♥– There he goes again. Calling you a puppy and asking you to go fetch him a bottle of wine. Emphasis on the word bottle cause God forbid you got him something else, he was going to burn something to ashes and you would have to suffer the consequences, for whatever reason that may be. Out of all of the villains you met, Dabi was the worst of them all. You've heard much about him, those bright and deadly blue flames of him that strike both fear and bewilderment in your heart.

He was different from them all. You knew exactly why but never dared to say it.

You had no idea why he was in Kurogiri/Shigaraki's study and you couldn't care less. Or that's what you told yourself. Even before you found yourself accidentally associated in one of the League of Villains crimes, you had no choice but to join them, even if you were but a mere quirkless human. You used your talents to do research, aka gathering intelligence on the public's opinion on the war between heroes and villains in return for their protection, keeping you from getting locked in prison for life, for a crime that you didn't even commit.

Opening the door to the study, a small gasp escaped your lips which you immediately masked with a few words, the surprise you felt betrayed you and ringing clearly in your voice even when you huffed as disgruntledly as you could. "H-Here's the bottle. Where do you want it?"

Sitting in a disheveled button down white blouse, his chest was on full display, showcasing the staples that joined the curved lines of his pale skin with the wrinkled burnt flesh, the contrasting purple was never something you could get used to, especially when you thought about how he even suffered such atrocious injuries. But it was... his hair, stark white compared to the usual black that he wore, the spiky locks appeared to glow when he brushed a scarred hand between them while he looked up blankly at the ceiling.

When was he going to acknowledge you? Or at least the wine that you brought him?

Even with his physique covered in marred skin, his turquoise eyes gazing at you with nothing but complete disinterest, evidently bored with your mere existence as he always seemed to remind you with either his words or his actions. You could offer him nothing, annoying him to the point of contempt. Why was he so pissed off with you being around? Why did he treat like you were some sort of slave? You had no idea.

Well, he could kill you right on the spot so you had better do as he said, having the power to go down in flames in a split-second, turn you to nothing without a blink of his gorgeous eyes. It was a challenge, you finding him incredibly and criminally attractive, spending countless nights with your fingers, knuckles deep inside your dripping cunt, calling out Dabi’s name… wishing that you knew his real one.

Fuck him for making you feel this way. Literally.

If only.

"Is that how you speak to your Master, little puppy?" He smirked, the words dragging from his lips as he drawled teasingly, not even bothering to sit up and look at you as he addressed you. You were wondering why he didn’t even speak to you when your feet had been frozen in place, your mind travelling to a place so far away… a place that could never exist. One where you… "If you know what's best for you, come here and pour me some." Dabi interrupted your thoughts, his raspy voice portraying his bubbling frustration.

Fucking son of a bitch. Walking towards him, you stood behind the chair he was slouching on, looking down at him yet his eyes were still trained on the ceiling, flickering only momentarily towards you then back on whatever it is he was staring at. What the hell was he looking at? Tilting your head upwards, you found nothing. Just the plain white ceiling. Okay… weird. Sighing, you brought your attention back to him and droned, your own irritation with him growing. “Do you have a glass somewhere around here? You just asked me to fetch the damn bottle.” Idly lifting his hand towards his face, you watched as one of his long bony fingers pinched one of the staples by his lips, plucking them out without even a wince and he did the same on the other side, snickering at your reaction. He didn’t even have to look at you to see you wince at his seemingly masochistic behaviour, the pain actually a feeling that he welcomed with open arms, amongst other sensations that he sought. Right then, he just really wanted some liquor in his system and to spite Kurogiri. It was no one’s business why he wanted to do so but unjustifiably consuming heaps of the man’s favourite wine. That would definitely do it. “Quit your damn yapping? I swear, you’re worse than fucking white noise.” Now that he removed one of the staples, Dabi could open his mouth even wider, his long tongue lapping up at the small trail of blood that oozed from the small pricks on his skin, the familiar metallic taste settling on his tongue eliciting a small groan of approval from him. “Why would I need a damn glass when I’ve got a puppy to help me drink it all up?” Without even waiting for your response, Dabi glared at you from the corner of his eyes, his head tilted back with his mouth wide open, waiting for you to actually move. You didn’t know why you let him string you along the way he did but here you were, popping the wine bottle open and tipping it slowly, watching the vinaceous liquid flow into Dabi’s expectant mouth. Your eyes remained trained on him, observing how he let the liquid accumulate in his mouth, then swallowing it in large gulps, his adam’s apple protruding visibly from his throat, you found yourself mesmerized by the way it bobbed up and down as he continued to take more and more of the wine inside his body. The moment you tried to tip the bottle back a bit, easing slightly on the amount you poured, a threatening groan rumbled in his chest, making you roll your eyes at him. “You can choke on that damn wine for all I care. I won’t stop until you finish the bottle then.”

The corner of his lips, of his face to be more accurate, turned up into a malicious smirk, as derisive as he ever was, his turquoise eyes staring into yours as the wine began to seep past his lips and broken flesh. A blood-red trail began meandering down his face, tracing the skin of his neck as it began to flow freely, painting a stream of crimson rivers along the valleys of his sculpted chest, as if it were worshipping the ripples of his scarred skin and reaching down to the end of the path, right by his Adonis belt where Dabi’s low-hanging pants lied. You could feel your throat getting dry, thoughts playing over what the man that lounged before you looked like past his well-defined V-line. How much of a tease could he be? Not only was he sitting in an almost indecent manner, practically asking for you to drool and swoon all over how fuckable he was? God knew how much you craved him, the countless fantasies of yours where he just gripped you by the neck and railed you, leaving you breathless, with a sore pussy and legs that practically turned into jelly.

“Hey!” He snapped you out of your lustful reverie, realizing that you had already emptied the bottle, tiny droplets were now falling on Dabi’s face and trickling down his chin. He cocked an eyebrow at you, not bothering to wipe the rivulets of wine that joined the red roadmap that you drew on his imperfectly perfect banging body. Hngh, why the fuck did he make you this thirsty? “Yo, pup. You gonna stop spacin’ out and clean up this damn mess?”

Normally, you would’ve just walked away but something kept your damn feet glued to the floor, your eyes searching around the room for napkins. It wasn’t like anything in this damn room could be used to get those wine stains off his shirt. With the same hand you held the wine bottle in, you placed it over your hip and the other on your waist, informing him despondently. “There ain’t any tissues here so you’ll have to make do with that already ruined shirt of yours.

“You’re running that pretty mouth of yours. I’m sure you could put it to better use.”

“Yeah, I could.” You replied, without even realizing the implications of your own words.

”Then get on with it.” Dabi rolled the chair a tad and spread his legs even wider, giving you enough space to step in between them and you did exactly just that. With his eyes closed shut, he just let you take matters into your own hands, thinking you were the one in control. You didn’t think your actions through but you found yourself hovering over him, balancing yourself with your hands on the back of the chair. Leaning down, your tongue trailed over the corner of his jawline, the tender feeling of his marred skin strange but not revolting in the least.

It was exhilarating, finally being able to have your lips on his body, to know how he felt and especially the part of him that made him seem even more of a ‘bad guy’. In your eyes, he was the hottest fucker you could have your hands on and right then, your lips wantonly kissed down the column of his neck, sucking on his skin, looping your tongue around his collarbone. Hiking down his chest, you lapped up the crimson liquid, sucking on the piercing rings that adorned his nipples. Why was he like this? Why was it that he didn’t seem the least bit affected by this? You could already feel your body running hot, adrenaline rushing through your veins. He didn’t ask for you to do anything to pleasure him but this certainly came as an added bonus, his pants tightening with every brush of your wet tongue, every kiss from your soft perfect lips on his hideous self. The smile that turned up the corner of his lips was an involuntary one, a certain anticipation building inside of him to see how you would react as you travelled further down his ripped body, reaching where his pants were feeling tight as shit. Oh well, it was going to hurt if he just relieved himself as you did your thing. Now, would it? His hands were focused on freeing his half-erect cock from his pants and damn, it was a good day to have gone commando and be chilling with wine just streaking his body and a good puppy just licking it all off. Now that your lips had already found his rib cage, intricately and delicately licking all traces of red from his skin, a small yelp escaped you as your upper lip got caught on one of the staples. While crouching down so you could tend to his abs, completely ignoring the nick of your lips, Dabi grabbed your chin and tilted your head up before your knees could touch the floor, before you could finally get to the part you’ve always dreamed of. Licking his abs. With your eyes locked on turquoise, you gulped loudly as he hunched forward abruptly, capturing your upper lip between his and sucked lazily, dragging his tongue lazily over the bit of blood that dripped from your soft flesh. To keep yourself from falling, you stabilized yourself with your hands on his knees, reeling over him hungrily as he teased you by letting his tongue delve into your mouth, brushing against the roof of your mouth, having you let out an involuntary preen at the shivering sensation that washed over you. Before you could even kiss him back or even get a better taste of him, he broke your bind with a final suck, licking his lips as he slouched back against the chair once again. Fuck. You knew that he was packing under the belt but holy shit, you weren’t expecting to see Jacob’s Ladder pierced from the base of his cock right to his tip. His loose grip on his length made your mouth water, your mind certainly no longer focused on his abs but on the way you saw his thick shaft lay heavy in his palm, hardening by the second as he brushed the underside with his thumb. “You’re really provin’ to be a bad pup. There’s still some wine left.” Giving him your best glare, you propped yourself comfortably between his thighs, slapping his hand away from his cock, earning you a warning glare of his own. “Shut up. I’ll get to it later. Let me help you with this.” You grumbled, wrapping your lithe fingers around his girth with one hand, dragging your fingers up and down the underside of his cock, feeling the bumps of the cool metal in the experimental trail you drew, just to gauge his reaction. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his face stretched into a lazy smirk, his tongue wetting his lower lip in a swift sweep. “You’re just hungry for my cock, huh? Could’ve just said so.” Lifting his hands to cradle the back of his head, he was ready to enjoy the show. Prying your mouth slightly ajar, you began by giving him kitten licks around his tip with your palm squeezed the base of his cock, focusing on pumping him with a steady rhythm. Your curiosity guided you as you enveloped his tip with your mouth, suckling on it harder while your tongue swept on the underside of his shaft, teasing him around the metal circle you found there then up to his slit, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum hit your tongue. You really tried, really did but ultimately failed when you moaned appreciatively as he got thicker inside your mouth, motivating you to open even wider and take him even deeper into your mouth, releasing your hands to tend to his balls, kneading them with enough pressure to have him twitch against your tongue. Your eyes fleeted up towards him, finding Dabi still wearing the stoically unimpressed expression he usually had. You had a fucking mouthful of his cock and he wasn’t even batting an eyelash. What kind of self-control did this guy have? “Didn’t know that you like having your mouth full of cock, puppy.” He chuckled deep and low, the rumbling only infuriating you… and arousing you too. Lowering yourself down further, you flattened your tongue against him, letting it glide over his hard cock, sucking him deeper as while you hollowed your cheeks, choking slightly the moment he hit the back of your throat. Wait… he wasn’t all the way in yet! You were going to have to ease him even further inside in your next try. Sucking in a deep breath, you swirled your tongue around his length languorously, making sure that every bit of him was warm and slick, your mouth feeling immediately lighter as you suckled on his tip. Just thinking about how big he is had you squirming, your panties growing slick with the thought of him stretching your tight pussy with his thick cock. With your strong resolve, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him whole this time, bobbing your head over him as drool dripped from your lips, the wet noises of your sucking getting louder as you moved with smug eagerness. If you were looking to get a reaction out of him, well… you were better off looking elsewhere.

“You’re gonna keep wagging your tail like a bitch in heat?” You suddenly felt his hand on you, gripping your hair harshly. He yanked your head away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a loud wet pop, you licked up the drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. “You wanna choke on my dick or stuff your dripping pussy with me?” He spoke harshly between his teeth, the aggression in his words making your core clench with need, fucking reeling just for him to finally fuck you the way you always wanted. “You’re drooling for my cock and I’m being nice enough to ask you what you want. Answer me.”

With your lips parted, you gasped for air, the heat pooling between your legs was something that you could no longer ignore despite the fact that you hated how much your body just ached him. ”Get your fucking hands off me.” Gripping his hand tightly, you sank your nails into his skin and removed it from the crown of your head and back to his side. “Since you asked me, ‘nicely’, what I want…” You spat venomously at him, unzipping your pants and popping the button before shimmying out of them, your hips moving side to side as you slid your panties down along with it, turning around to step your feet out of them, exposing your bare ass to Dabi’s now slightly more interested eyes. “Mhm… I always thought you had a nice ass, puppy but I’m actually impressed.” You felt a bit smug that he found you at least kinda attractive, or that’s at least what you thought he was trying to say. You were able to get it up for him and please him thoroughly with your mouth, so it seemed fair to assume so. Still, why the fuck did you care what he thought of you? You really… really hated how cold and impassive he was with you.

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You growled out. With your hands settling on either side of his head, gripping the back of his chair while you placed one knee on it and then the other, finally straddling him and feeling the tip of his erection brushed against your lips.

“Haha, most gladly. But this is not gonna go the way you want.” Mocking you with a derisive smirk, his hands grabbing onto your waist and lifting you off the chair as he stood and kicked the damn thing away from him. With your feet now dangling off the floor, he grinned widely, his face was the true representation of malice and chaos. “I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” He breathed raspily, the threatening edge to his voice made you want to squirm in his hold yet you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak for him. You already felt the wetness of your slick pool at your core, drenching your lips and drip down your inner thighs, a sensation that you were so familiar with when you spent so many nights just edging yourself with wet daydreams, initially refusing to give in to your lust for the despicable man. One moment, you were facing and the next, he flipped you onto your stomach over the desk, basically slamming your body onto the wooden surface, spreading your legs apart while you scrambled to plant your feet on the floor, reaching for the edge of the desk and gripping it with all your might. You were right in doing so because the second you were parallel to the floor, Dabi lined his cock at your entrance and thrust violently inside of you, impaling you as he stretched your tight walls with no prelude whatsoever. The mixture of pleasure of being filled so deliciously made you cry out but didn’t keep you from wincing, your breath coming out in gasp at the sore sensation in your pussy, having been jabbed into so abruptly. “Still too early to whine, puppy. We’re just getting started.” He chuckled mockingly, his voice still as monotonous and raspy as it had always been, as if he wasn’t so strenuously splitting you with his cock. With his hands at your hips, his bruising grip held you tightly in place as he rocked his hips against you, the wet sounds of your sopping pussy milking him as his balls slapped against you, electrifying tremors racking through your legs with the intensity of his assault. You didn’t mind the manhandling, it was hot and like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Holy fucking shit… you didn’t know that Jacob’s Ladder would feel this good, adding another layer of stimulation that had your eyes roll back. You had never been fucked like this before and the sounds that came from your lips were a true testament to that. You were never really a loud one in bed but Dabi was making you moan loudly, your tight core sucking him in every time he pulled your hips to him, slamming into you and sheathing himself fully inside of you, the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot only for a split second before he pulled back, removing himself completely out of you just to hear you keen loudly for him, begging for his cock, especially when you felt the cool metal dragged out of your walls. “Hah… fuck fuck… fuck me harder, damn it!” You screamed through heaving gasps, your voice muffled as you spoke against the hard surface beneath you, holding on to it with your dear life as it began rocking under you every time he pummelled you. The strength he put into each thrust was more than enough to have your legs quaking, your sense of equilibrium teetering on the edge, just like your sanity was. He felt way too fucking good and you wanted more. “Aren’t you a greedy little bitch, huh?” He drawled, unable to keep himself from laughing out loud. You were really proving yourself to be such a good puppy for him and he was definitely starting to get more and more into this. “Milking my cock like this and you still want more?” His unrelenting rhythm in which he was fucking you slowed after every few harsh thrusts, allowing your pussy to swallow him whole, your inner walls just tightening around him, the wet contractions accompanied by your annoyingly sweet whines intoxicating him even more that the full-bodied wine he emptied. He always wanted to have such a good pet like you, with a pussy as ready and welcoming as yours yet strong enough to handle him just as he was. “You just really want me to wreck you, puppy. How long have you been fantasizing about me fucking you like this?” He asked, his raspy timbre wavering slightly as his breath quickened, pleasure making his walls slowly crumbled but what really mattered still remained. He was the one in control. “Answer me, bitch.” He didn’t have to sugarcoat things for you, take it easy on you or treat you like you were fragile. Reaching forward, he laced his fingers into your locks, latching on your hair and pulling your head back, forcing you off the desk to look into his cruel turquoise orbs. He really wished he had a collar wrapped around your pretty little neck and a chain that he could just pull on. For now, your hair would make do.

“Yesssss… fuck mee, yesss. I hate you so much for this, Dabi.” You mewled out, the knot in your stomach becoming excruciatingly tighter, the eminent pulsing of your ravaged core assuring that your release was near. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The feeling of your hair being tugged on your scalp had your eyes burning, tears forming in the corner of your eyes but it wasn’t only from the stinging sensation that was borderline abusive. And you loved it. “Hate me all you want.. I know you’ve been fucking yourself to the thought of me.” Dabi droned, a teasing lilt to his tone that set you aflame and your blood boiling. What he said was unfortunately true and who were you to deny it. Nodding in response to him or to your own thoughts, you weren’t entirely sure. All you knew was that you absolutely loved how he was using you like the pet that you were. His fuck toy.

“Don’t try to be proud. I can feel your pussy clamping my cock harder now.” Driving himself into you, his cock pushed even deeper inside of you when you arched your back, pushing your ass up and getting him to penetrate you even more. “You like it rough, don’t ya?” For the first time since he started fucking you, a deep groan ripped from his throat, exhaling through gritted teeth as the pleasure of being enveloped by your warmth finally started creeping on to him, managing to break through the stronghold that was his emotionless demeanor. He didn’t expect you to feel so damn good and he just needed so much more of you, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm as his cock began to twitch inside you, your pussy squeezing him even tighter with you being right over the edge of falling apart. Just a few more thrusts and he was gone. Pulling even harder on your hair, you raised yourself onto your elbows, crying out as Dabi was now repeatedly hitting you exactly where you needed him to, the one hand he had on your hips thankfully keeping you in place while he pumped himself into you, the pace of his thrusts faltering as your release came crashing down on you. Your choked moans threw him off, the meek sounds tumbling from your lips had him wondering why the fuck it took him so damn long to fuck you. Letting go of your hair, Dabi smacked his hands down on either side of you, rolling his hips to dive in to the hilt, spilling himself inside you, filling you up with his cum while your entire body trembled from the force of your climax, the ripples of pleasure still coursing through you as you continued to milk him dry. Dabi felt so damn disoriented and he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the fucking wine or the nutting he just had. He hadn’t come that much in such a long time and he really really wanted to just flop over you and cool down. Maybe go for another round. But he didn’t need a damn clingy puppy. Just a good obedient bitch he could fuck. Slipping out of you, he looked down at the mess that he made out of you, licking his lips as he spread your cheeks apart, watching his cum ooze out of you and drip to the floor. Your inner thighs were glistening with your own slick and fuck, didn’t you have a pretty pussy? It looked good and felt good too. Maybe next time, he’d have a taste of it too. If he felt like it. He didn’t have the chance to look at you before but examining you now and after fucking you, you were much better than he thought you would be. Pulling his pants back on, he zipped his pants and began scuffing away, throwing a bored glance back at you before walking out the door. “You were a decent fuck so I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” And right before he closed the door behind him, he added. “Clean up before you leave. Don’t need Kurogiri up my ass.” Not that he was going to leave him be anyways. Click. Now that he was gone and you were all alone. You finally got some time to let what happened just sink in. You were not ashamed and paid absolutely mind at the throbbing ache between your legs, the tingling sensation of numbness coursing through your lower body, thanks to the thorough pounding you had just received. The only thought that went through your mind, the subtle rise of giddiness mixing with utter satisfaction as you reminded yourself that you just had gotten the best fuck of your life. What a masochist you were. It was certainly a day full of discoveries. Now that you had a taste of this. You knew that you hadn’t gotten enough. And you would prowl for more. –♥– A/N: SORRY IF THIS was OOC, this is my first time writing anything of this sort. Tagging: @cleverlittlevixen here is some-dumpster-thing you would like and @hqissodelicate thank you for agreeing to beta this (I was too impatient to wait so I posted T_T) Please feel free to leave some love in the comments or some feedback!💜 You can also check out my Masterlist !

#dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi x reader lemon #dabi smut #bnha fanfic #mha #bnha #bnha smut #dabi x you #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #touya

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queenmuzz · 3 years ago

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So, anyways, I saw something @liulyam had posted for Spardaverse a while back I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THEIR WONDERFUL ART FORGIVE ME! Anyways, I saw specifically THIS piece of art, and it sent the brain juices into overdrive....

So, the same thing plays out everyday. Nero gets off the school bus and runs in, backpack flying, and tells his uncle excitedly about his day at school, before racing up the stairs to tell his dad the same thing, in the same adorably animated manner. Unfortunately, Vergil doesn’t respond the same way as Dante, sitting still, not even acknowledging that the boy is talking to him. Initially, Nero doesn’t mind, understanding his recently rescued father has been through a lot, and needs time and patience to recover. But as the months pass by, Dante notices that his nephew doesn’t run up the front steps as eagerly, his descriptions of school become shorter, paler. And most worryingly of all, Nero spends less and less time with Vergil, preferring to peek his head in the man’s room, sigh, and slowly make his way to his own room, closing the door sullenly.

“What’s going on Nero?” Dante takes the plunge and asks him one day, before the boy trudges up the stairs. “You haven’t been that rambunctious ball of energy lately.”

Nero kicks the worn hardwood floor. “It’s dad… I know you told me I need to be patient,” his face scrunches up at the word, it’s a thing he’s never been able to truly do. He’s definitely a Sparda boy. “But he just keeps ignoring me. He won’t talk, won’t even look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist! Maybe...maybe he doesn’t want me to exist-”

“Hey now!” Dante needs to nip this train of thought in the bud. He knows first hand where it can lead to. Had he not found Nero nearly nine years ago, while wandering the world, drinking up every bar’s entire inventory in a vain attempt to fill a void in his chest, who knows where he would have ended up? “Your dad...well, even without the stuff he’s been through, he was never much of a talker. Always preferred to have his actions speak for him.” “But that’s the thing, Uncle Dante!” Nero blurts out, close to tears. “He DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! He doesn’t care!” And with that, Nero bolts up the stairs, past Vergil’s room, not even checking up on him, and slams his bedroom door with such force, Eva’s portrait wobbles on the desk and tips over. Dante sighs, sets his mom back up, and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Not to Nero’s room; Dante knows better than to provoke that tiger cub when he’s in an ornery mood. It’s time to talk to his dad.

Vergil, or what’s left of him, is sitting in an oversized chair, the only one that fits his giant frame, facing the window, the only one in the place with a view. If he’s heard the ruckus (and Dante knows he has), he makes no indication that it affects him.

“Verg,” he calls out, “I know it's been rough, I know I piled on a lot of shit on you, the whole thing about having a kid and everything these past nine years. I’m not expecting you to just snap back to normal, and start insulting me like in the good old days, but…” Dante’s not good at this sort of thing. He’d rather Royal Guard his emotional turmoil. It used to be with alcohol, but now it’s with a cheery smile. “The kid needs a sign that you’re still there, you’re still fighting. I know you are, hell, you’re the one that helped me take down that bastard Mundus on Mallet Island. But that’s the thing, Nero’s only heard things that you’ve done, not seen them. You need to show him yourself, otherwise…” Vergil makes no motion, and even Dante, stubborn as he is, knows it’s fruitless to continue much more, “you’re gonna lose him too.” And then Dante heads back downstairs, to see if he can whip up a snack to bribe his nephew to come out of his lair. Strange, he swears he hears the rustle of fabric from Vergil’s room, as if his brother had just moved.

Nero sits at Dante’s desk, working on his math homework. It’s his least favourite thing, fractions. Uncle Dante is a whiz at them, and usually would be able to help him, but he’s gone out on an ‘Really quick, won’t be more than a half hour’ errand run. It’s been nearly two hours, and the only other adult here is his dad… so Nero is practically by himself.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Nero’s neck prick up, and he hears scrabbling at the front door. He’s still not allowed to go out with Uncle Dante or Auntie Lady on their hunts, but he knows what a demon feels like, especially when there are a lot of them. ESPECIALLY when they’re really powerful Instinctively, he grabs a chair, and wedges it underneath the door knob, and looks around in a panic. He’s never had to deal with a demon attack by himself before. He remembers his uncle has a case of weapons that he was told to NEVER touch beside the jukebox, but Nero figures that he can say sorry to his uncle later. He smashes the lock with a billiard ball, and yanks open the lid. He’s disappointed. He thought there would be a treasure trove of swords and guns, but all there are two swords, one red and one blue. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, and the whine of protesting wood ends with a thunderous CRASH, and demons pour through. “FIND THE HERETIC GOD SLAYER!” One says, before turning in Nero’s direction. Without much warning, it shrieks as it launches at him with razor sharp obsidian claws.

Nero might be little, but his uncle has trained him well. Whipping the two blades around, they connect the monster’s waist in a pincer move, and like a pair of scissors, bisect it in a shower of blood and ash. Nero swears he hears a voice (or is it two voices?) approvingly say, “Impressive!” but doesn’t have a chance to savour his very first demon kill as another demon comes at him, knocking him over. The reddish gold blade clatters away on the floor, way out of reach, not that it matters. Nero’s pinned to the ground by a skeletal foot, as the demon lifts a blade to impale him. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.

The final blow never comes. Instead, he hears shriek, and the pressure on his chest instantly subsides. He opens his eyes, to see it stagger back, its decapitated head clattering to the floor. Its brethren likewise are either dead or dying, their high pitched screams shattering the glass in the jukebox.

Nero’s first thought is that his Uncle has finally come home, Dante’s come to save me! But what’s odd is that there’s no sound of Dante’s beloved Ebony and Ivory. And last he checked, his uncle never was able to shoot out blue ghostly blades that now impale most of the horde. But it doesn’t matter, because his uncle is here to save the day! That is, until he yelps as he’s quickly, but not roughly picked up and held as whoever holds him spirits him out of the building, the blue blade still clutched in his hand. Nero begins to panic, but hears a voice, almost like a croak, as if the vocal cords had been in disuse for years…

Nero

And even though the voice is harsh sounding, it's one of the most comforting things Nero’s ever heard.

Of course that half hour errand run would turn out to be three hours. But when he was promised a free pizza for clearing out that demon nest on the West side, Dante couldn’t say no. Besides, he’d pick up some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the way home as a way of apologising to Nero. The kid might be cross with him, but he’d forgive him the moment he smelled those chewy biscuits. Dante might even let him have more than half of the package.

So when he gets home to find his front door smashed open, his office trashed, and worst of all his jukebox shattered-wait no, worst of all, his nephew missing, all thoughts of pizza and cookies vanish from his mind as he rushes in, guns drawn. There’s no sign of life, but the black splatters of demonic ichor painting the walls shows that some real bad mojo went down here. The strangest thing though, is Agni, a weapon Dante was definitely sure he had under lock and key, laying there on the ground, alone.

“Alright, time to spill your guts” he yanks the blade up so that he’s at eye level with the pommel, “What the hell happened here?” Agni makes the same response as Vergil. Which means silence.

“I swear to…” he pulls out ivory, and presses the muzzle into the (more troubled than usual looking face), “You’re gonna tell me what went down, or we’re gonna see how many bullets I can jam into your ugly mug.” “You told us to remain silent.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, consider that rule temporarily relaxed.” “There was an attack.” Agni starts, its distorted voice unusually agitated, “The little one fought with great valour, but eventually even he was overwhelmed.” Dante’s blood goes cold. “But then a great bulk of a demon came out and slaughtered the attacking filth, and spirited the boy away, alongwith my brother.”

“Rudra’s still with Nero?” That’s odd, if they were trying to capture the kid, they’d disarm him first.

“Yes, they are not far, I think they’ve stopped moving.”

“Alright,” Dante makes his way out of the disfigured wood, “let’s go find the kid and your bro...and if he’s alright, maybe I’ll reconsider giving back your talking privileges.” “Oh, that would be wonderful, will you allow us to leave the dark box? It’s been so long since we’ve fought, we crave batt- ”

“I said IF, and I won’t guarantee anything if you keep jabbering on and on.”

Angi directs the demon hunter to a dark secluded alleyway, a few blocks from Devil May Cry. One hand on its hilt ready for attack, the other fingering the trigger of Ivory, he cautiously makes his way past the recently overturned garbage cans, to a shadow alcove, where a shadow crouches. Beside it is Rudra, glowing faintly, it’s turquoise blue light providing enough illumination for Dante to make out what has happened. There’s Nero, peacefully slumbering away, apparently unharmed, not even his shirt is torn. And holding him gently, stroking his downy white hair with a giant hand...is Vergil… And for once, even though he is still staring straight ahead, there’s a different look on his face, a sense of contentment.

Huh Dante thinks to himself as he holsters the weapons, I was right, actions DO speak louder than words.

#Devil May Cry #Nelo Dadgelo #Dante #Vergil #Nero #canon divergence #I didn't want to connect this to their post via reblog #because that should stand alone in its own perfection #my writing

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mylittleelphie · 3 years ago

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Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with (or tag whomever)

I was tagged by: @ohlookitstomorrowff AND @avocado-on-toast 😂

So I guess I have to do this lol Even though I doubt that I have anything interesting to say...

Favourite colour: Various shades of purple. I love purple. And turquoise, I suppose? And dusty pink.

Last song: Just listened to I Can’t Lose You from Frozen (musical) a few minutes ago.

Currently reading: Difficult question!!! 😅

Actually READING? Like eyes scanning words? Manually? Random Fanfics that pop up and random chapters of my own fic that I recently finished because I’m getting some late reviews and can’t even remember what happened in those chapters! 🙈

But if audiobooks count: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West AND Son of a Witch. Yes. simultaneously. Or rather alternatingly, depending on which of the two I feel more inclined to listen to that very moment. Or rather which narrator, actually. I think Greg Mag is actually reasonably good at narrating his own books and should have done them all!!!

Last movie: Oh god, oh god. Movie... what movie...??? I don’t know!!!! I’m not sure if I can remember the last TV show either, but MOVIE?! Frozen? Maybe? At least a few minutes of it? Yeah, I don’t know. The last one I distinctly remember was Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings. Was pretty ok. Not overly into super heroes, but yeah. No guaranties that this was the last one though. It probably wasn’t.

Sweet, savoury or spicy: Ha! Easy! Definitely savoury. I used to have quite a sweet tooth, but I’ve mostly gone off sweet now. And I’m not a fan of spicy. Like I can take some spicy... but I feel like it takes away my ability to taste and that’s a waste, so what’s the point?

Currently working on: Uh... Moving? Being a better adult? No, whom am I kidding. Not the second, definitely not the second. Well, I’m working on a short-ish Gelphie story and working on getting myself to finally write that original book of mine. Let’s see how that goes, shall we?

For the tags... Gosh, I think most people I know on here already got tagged? Sorry, I’ll be boring and just tag @raven-curls If you read this and you’re keen, feel free to consider yourself tagged! I’m always interested in learning more about everyone hanging out in this little slice of hell heaven, desperate for content.

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gumnut-logic · 4 years ago

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Who do you save, John? (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

In a rush again.

This is Fandomversary Fic Five - for @5hadow-alpha who asked for ‘Shopping and any of the Tracy brothers (but maybe Virgil?😉)’. Well, you got all five bros plus Jeff in this one and a weird take on shopping, but it is fic and I hope you enjoy it :D

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Alan stood in front of the mirror in his change room and stared at himself.

It was a nice suit. Not really his thing, more a necessary evil, but it made him look good. He’d chosen a lighter coloured suit than his brothers. Lighter than even Gordon, who had always preferred the brighter colours.

He straightened the jacket and his eyes caught on the painting on the wall behind him.

Scott had stood there.

Alan blinked, remembering his big brother smiling at him in the mirror, standing in for their father as his youngest shouldered on his first suit jacket.

Okay, technically it wasn’t his first, he couldn’t be a Tracy without being familiar with suits, but that day had been special. Along with the suit, it had seen the fitting of his first IR uniform.

And Scott had been there. Just the two of them. It had been special.

Now he was here with all his brothers…and his father.

It was special again, but for entirely different reasons.

“You okay in there, Allie?”

Scott. Of course, it was Scott.

“Be right out.”

“Okay.”

Being the youngest of five apparently orphaned brothers had its challenges.

Being the youngest of five brothers who had just rescued their father from the depths of space after eight years in hell had even more.

Not that he would ever wish for the alternative. It was amazing to have his father back. It was almost beyond believable.

But Dad had disappeared when he was eleven and memories were fragile. A lot had happened while he was gone and during that time, Alan had turned to Scott, to Virgil, to all his brothers in some way. And while he was the youngest and technically needed the most parenting. He wasn’t that young anymore. He was eighteen. An adult.

It wasn’t that Dad was a stranger. He was still Dad. He still loved him…desperately. But Dad hadn’t been here. Even if it hadn’t been by choice, he still hadn’t been here. Scott was the one who stood with him. Virgil was the one who plastered his scrapes. Johnny was the one who helped him with his homework. Gordon had taught him to swim.

And if he was totally honest with himself, it had always been that way as long as he could remember.

Dad was Dad and he loved him.

But Scott was the one who was there.

Alan sighed and let his shoulders drop before reaching for the door.

Sure enough, Scott was in the presentation room fully dressed and waiting. His big brother could strip and change clothes faster than anyone he knew.

Of course, their everyday clothes were designed that way, specially seamed for robotics to literally pull them from their bodies at high speed and replace them with their uniforms, but this was different and Scott was just damned fast.

His big brother’s suit was a dark blue. All his suits were blue. Various shades, but in the majority deep blue or blue-grey. It was a Scott Tracy symbol. Featured on the front of GQ and Variety, the trend for blue suits was higher than ever and all his brother’s fault.

Mostly because he wore them so well. Alan was baffled as to how he kept himself so sharp and neat. Alan looked at his pants the wrong way and the creases kinked and the crotch rode up. Scott was just...pristine.

Alan screwed up his nose at him.

Of course, that only prompted his big brother to stride over and straighten his collar. “Looking good there, Allie.”

Alan batted his hands away. “I got this, Scott.”

The smirk he received for that was totally unjustified. “Just making sure.” Blue eyes so much like his own sparkled at him.

Alan poked his tongue out.

“Mature, Allie.” But his brother was grinning.

Another door opened behind them and Virgil was fumbling his jacket on. This time it was a charcoal black, quite a step from the deep purple ensemble he had somehow managed to pull off the last time he bought one of these outfits.

His artist brother had obviously put some thought in this time because under the charcoal was a shirt of a very deep green. It did something with his brother’s eyes. Alan wasn’t sure what or why, but his bro looked good.

Virgil buttoned his suit jacket and stood in front of Alan, eyeing him from head to toe.

Alan mock glared at him. “Do I meet with your approval?”

One callused hand reached over and fiddled with his collar.

Oh, for crying out loud. “Virg!”

Virgil grinned and snorted at him, the hand switching to his shoulder and squeezing gently. “You look great, Allie.”

Hmph. Alan looked at him sideways, not willing to give any ground, but then...hmph. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

One dark eyebrow arched and Virgil smiled. “Thanks.” He opened his mouth to say more, but both Gordon and John emerged at the same time.

“Gordon, where are your shoes?” Scott’s exasperation in this building was not a new thing.

The aquanaut shrugged. “Forgot them.”

Alan looked down to find his brother wearing his everyday casual slip-on sandals. Gordon sported a charcoal suit similar to Virgil’s and Alan had no doubt their big brother had stuck his opinion in onto Gordon’s choice as it was blatantly not a Gordon choice.

But then Gordon choices were usually eyeball scorchers, so it was probably a good thing. The fish was being catered to, however, as the shirt that accompanied the suit was ocean blue and had a subtle texture to it. Alan had no doubt that if he got closer, he would discover some kind of octopus of dolphin or some other sea life emblem worked into the fabric.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Virgil had definitely had a hand in John’s outfit. Not blue, not charcoal, but more a deep turquoise, his fellow space brother was tall and austere with his gold shirt. That colour combination had Virgil written all over it simply because John couldn’t be trusted to compile his own.

The brown and orange combination from five years ago had scarred all of them.

Standing beside his brothers he had to say they were all looking good.

John started playing with his tablet again.

What on earth was he doing?

That train of thought was interrupted by his father emerging from the changing rooms.

All his brothers automatically shifted to some kind of attention.

This was the first time they had seen their father in a suit in over eight years.

Dad straightened. He was ever so tall. Scott and John obviously inherited his height, but neither had inherited his build. Only Virgil had that, even if Virg was only a little taller than Gords.

Their father was a force unto himself, even injured and still showing the signs of his isolation, the man had presence.

He was kind of daunting at the best of times. In a suit...man, Alan could see how his father had made his place in business. He oozed charisma.

At least Scott had come by it honestly.

That thought froze his mind a moment. Scott’s charisma was different, lighter, less forbidding unless he was fully in command. There was a gentle side to his big brother.

He knew there was a softer side to his father, too, but standing here and seeing him in that grey suit...the man was formidable.

Beside Alan, Scott shuffled his feet and swallowed audibly. “Good choice, Dad.”

Their father smiled a little and tilted his head. “Only took Virgil’s advice.”

Of course, everyone turned to stare at the engineer.

“What?”

“Adding fashion designer to your resume, Virg?” Gordon was grinning.

Virgil scrunched up his face. “Well, someone has to. You certainly don’t have a clue.”

“What was wrong with my choice? I liked it.”

“It was bright yellow, Gordon.”

“Yeah, one of my favourite colours.”

“Not the best for a board meeting, though, is it?”

Gordon shrugged. “Depends.”

“On what?” Virg was glaring at the fish.

“On taste and other people’s lack of it.”

“Not yours?”

“Virgil-“

“Hey!” Scott’s voice cut them both off. “That’s enough.”

And it was, because William and his assistants were hovering, waiting to check the fit of each suit.

Alan found himself up on a stand, an assistant with the name ‘Timothy’ pinned to his chest. He didn’t say much, but his fingers were nimble checking seams and lengths.

“Thanks for doing this.” A little politeness never hurt.

Timothy looked up at him, but didn’t say anything. He stared at moment, eyes appraising, before turning back to his work.

Oh, well, not everyone wanted to talk.

Alan let him do his job from that point on.

On his right Gordon squawked. “Ow, that’s human you’re stabbing.”

“I am so sorry, sir. That was accidental.” A pause. “Could you please hold still, sir.”

“Gordon.” His brother’s name wandered over in warning from the other side of the room where Scott was standing with his arms stretched out as yet another assistant fiddled with his suit.

Beside him, their father snorted. “Gordon still can’t sit still?”

Scott rolled his eyes. “That’s never going to happen.”

Dad grinned over at Gordy as his fish brother protested. “Hey! I seem to remember an older brother with a similar problem. Solved it with rocket fuel.”

“He’s got you there, son.” His father shifted his cane as his assistant fiddled with his pant length.

Scott rolled his eyes again. “Well, at least we both came by it honestly.”

That prompted a snort from Virgil on his other side.

Perhaps it was the family banter that distracted Alan, perhaps Timothy was just that good, but when the gun appeared, none of them were ready.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Alan Tracy #nuttys fandomversary #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy

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allbeendonebefore · 3 years ago

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English breakfast and chai? :)

English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?

who is this >:(

i'm at work right now and just finished my morning cup of tea and look when im on break i will eat something

Look I have it on my habitica and everything >:T It's green!!

Chai: Favorite color combination?

Blue-violet hell yeah hell yeah. You want to put some turquoise in there, bonus. Love it.

The saddest thing is my favourite colour combination is my least favourite flavour combination. Moon mist and wet paint are such pretty ice cream scoops and yet they taste like Sadness.

#about hapo #hapo rambles #ask meme

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arwenkenobi48 · 3 years ago

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The Fiend and the Fugitive Character Profiles: Stardust, Drakon and Smokey

I found the traditional format for these character profiles a little too taxing, so I’ll simply describe each of these characters with a little bit of prose and dialogue, then include trivia relating to each of them.

Stardust

He removed the crash helmet and goggles from his head, revealing two small conical horns upturned on his forehead, with two smaller ones aligned vertically on the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows. The young man swished back a rich crop of hair, the colours of which were most striking, starting out with a deep purple and ending in an electric turquoise. The area around his eyes and halfway down his cheeks were marked by what appeared to be some sort of ritual tattoos, a rich crimson in colour, forming abstract shapes closely resembling crescent moons, only more angular. His bright purple eyes sparkled happily as he adjusted his parka, bowing modestly from side to side as the crowd cheered. “Thank you, thank you all, thank you very much,” he beamed, his voice rich and cultured. There was no doubt about it; this eccentric figure was indeed Robin’s childhood friend, albeit going by a different name. How on Earth did he manage to earn so much money? Surely not by becoming a human snowball every time he went skiing.

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“Mephistopheles, hold this for a moment, will you?” Stardust placed a large object in the demon’s hands, so heavy he nearly dropped it, then calmly took it back and placed on the now immaculate shelf. “Thank you, old chap,” “What was that thing?” Mephisto demanded. “Oh, just a giant cosmic pearl gifted to me by a relative,” Stardust replied casually. “Why, whatever is the matter, Mephisto? You’re looking awfully peaky all of a sudden!” “I think it drained my dark energy,” Mephistopheles gagged. “Well, that’s certainly something else, as they say. I’m sure it’s not as bad as that. You know those things absorb energy like spherical sponges,” “I didn’t know that,” grumbled Mephistopheles, who now felt like he had just been cured of a cold, but in the worst way possible. As much as he felt bad for his rival, Stardust couldn’t help feeling rather amused that what dragons considered medicine had made a demon sick.

Stardust is one of my oldest OCs

His name is actually an English translation of the Draconic name Esrah, which quite literally means “essence of the stars”

Stardust is demisexual and panromantic

He’s a philanthropist who protects dragons that have been made homeless and have suffered discrimination from humans

Many assume that Stardust’s odd appearance is due to body modifications, but he is actually half dragon and can shift between human and dragon forms. This is technically called a Dragon Angel

Stardust’s only relative that he’s in contact with is his grandfather, Mitsuo, who is a 1000 year old Japanese water dragon

The only thing Stardust and Mephistopheles can healthily bond over is table tennis. Regular tennis is out of bounds after Mitsuo got knocked out during a rather heated match (quite literally, the ball was going so fast it was gathering heat)

Despite having sold his soul to Mephistopheles, Stardust repents and is able to retrieve it. He has already proven himself to be a good person after donating his riches to support his fellow dragons

Stardust enjoys listening to heavy metal and opera

Drakon

The dragon was around the same size as a Shetland pony, but at first glance nowhere near as cuddly. The dark blue scaly skin contrasted with an armour-plated golden underbelly, the curved horns, spines and barbed tail also indicated that this was a creature you wouldn’t want to mess with. Although he had sharp, owl-like claws, his hands and feet were bizarrely humanoid in shape and the powerful muscles seemed to indicate that this creature could be both bipedal and a quadruped, although being an all fours appeared to be the more comfortable of the two. His golden eyes peered up and his nostrils flared. He was clearly trying to appear intimidating as he stretched his wings out, but he somehow failed in spite of himself. “Now, listen ‘ere, human,” he warned in a voice with a strong regional accent. “I don’t know exactly what you’re up to, but let’s get one thing straight, yeah? You don’t wanna be starting any fights, especially not with me!” He bared his teeth, but they didn’t look as though they were capable of doing damage to anything other than a shawarma.

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“Eh, who am I kiddin’?” Grumbled Drakon, sinking to the floor like a depressed panther. “I let you down. All cause I got the collywobbles seein’ them humans all at once. I wish I didn’t scare so easily, Smokey,” The baby’s reaction seemed to indicate that he not only understood his guardian, but empathised with him and wanted him to feel better. Even in his sadness, as a lump formed in his throat and a tear in his eye, Drakon couldn’t help but smile.

Drakon’s name is the root word of “dragon” in Greek

Drakon and Smokey are implied to be brothers from different clutches but with the same mother, although nobody knows for sure

After his cave was destroyed by humans mining for gemstones, Drakon resides in the House of Stardust. He thinks highly of Stardust and considers him his best friend. The feeling is mutual and they frequently protect one another from the cruelty of humans

Drakon loves shawarmas to the point that he put on quite a few pounds and now has a build similar to a bear

The inspirations for Drakon came from the Cowardly Lion in the book version of The Wizard of Oz and Captain Haddock from The Adventures of Tintin

Drakon hates trumpet music. Whenever he sees a trumpet he will do everything in his power to destroy it (and by that he’ll usually yell at it, stamp on it or at worst, set it on fire)

Smokey

With a loud whine that sounded like a cross between a baby bird chirping and a kitten mewing, Smokey came galloping down the hallway. His round body was shaped like a squashed pear and his limbs were short and stubby, although he could function perfectly well. He clearly still had a lot of his baby fat, but despite that, he was surprisingly fast. His mottled skin was so dark grey it was nearly black, although a bright red belly and round eyes resembling those of an owl stood out from this. His wide yet snub beak gave him a strong resemblance to a potoo bird and his wings hadn’t matured yet. The most striking feature of this infant dragon, however, were his floppy, comically lopsided ears, which flapped around like ribbons as he galloped along. He didn’t speak, as he was much too young to learn how, but simply uttered his trademark “nee-nee-neesh!” noise as he hugged Stardust’s leg.

Smokey is five years old in human years, but that’s closer to two years old for his subspecies

He can’t breathe fire yet, but manages to sneeze out a fireball to protect his friends from the forces of Hell

Being so young, Smokey cries very easily. Possibly as a result of losing his parents, he also gets upset whenever someone leaves the room, as he thinks they won’t return. This results in him running after them and clinging to their legs while ‘neeshing’ loudly.

I was originally doing to give Smokey some dialogue, but decided against it, as I felt he’d be much cuter without it and his actions would speak louder than words

He gets his name from the fact that smoke always blows out of his ears whenever he tries to test his fire breath

Smokey hates Mephistopheles and can sense his evil aura from a mile away. Whenever he sees him he makes a noise like an angry teapot coming to the boil

Despite being little more than a newborn in dragon years, Smokey is capable of great empathy and comforts his friends when they’re feeling down

His favourite album is Shepherd Moons by Enya

Smokey was based on a plushie I use for emotional support

His favourite food is Greek honey cake

Apologies for the absence again; mental health really hasn’t been great at all, but I was still determined to deliver some of the content I promised. I realised that there was nothing stopping me from writing the first draft of The Fiend and the Fugitive, so I made a start on that and I’m looking forward to officially beginning the project in September!

#the fiend and the fugitive #original intellectual property #OC: Stardust #OC: Drakon #OC: Smokey #dragons #original characters

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youhavereachedtheendofpie · 4 years ago

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Top 5 Javier outfits?

Heya nonnie, sorry for the delay technically I am already in bed. 🛌

But hell yeah let's do it

Non-ranked list of my personal favourite Javier Peña looks:

- Long-sleeved dark blue shirt

Seen in s2 & s3

- Long-sleeved red button-up shirt

Also seen in both s2 and s3. Also pairs well with the black leather jacket 😉

-Long-sleeved yellow button-up with tac vest

- short-sleeved lavender button-up

Also appears in both seasons but most notably at the very end of s3

-turquoise button-up with black leather jacket

Would have been perfect to strangle Stechner in but alas 🤷‍♀️

-honorable mention: the light blue shirt/tac vest/grey pants combo from s3 episode 'checkmate' bc it's just 👌

#pie replies #Thank you anon!#I have no idea whether that's actually five (+1) bc I can't count #Anonymous #narcos #javier peña

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slytherinlesbian3 · 4 years ago

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All of the colors. Knock yourself out

Alright, Anon. I see you. I’ll leave out the ones I’ve already done though <3

red: describe your favorite shirt Blue. Literally just blue. Tight, but not too tight. Makes my biceps and boobs pop so it’s pretty nice.

blue: preferred type of weather? Rain or snow.

purple: a poem you think describes your closest friend Not a poem, but “I’ll be right beside you to the very end.”

turquoise: favorite sea animal? Dolphins.

cyan: are you religious? spiritual? Uh, I believe in more than one god and lean more toward Roman/Norse mythology than religion. I believe in every god, really. But I’m not submitting myself to blind faith for a cult I know nothing about.

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community? Lesbian through and through.

aqua: do you thrift? Do I...what? Thrift as in steal or thrift as in buy on sale? Because yes.

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan? No.

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct Bro...Dodo birds. They were dope.

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more? Technically I only fluently speak English, but when I was younger I only spoke in Italian except to my family sejfnskejnfdjskn. I’m learning Latin right now and I can still speak Italian but not nearly as much. I know bits of French, German, Japanese, and Czech though. Beside Latin, I don’t really wanna learn any others.

maroon: do you care for clothing brands? Adidas and 511. Adidas because I’m a slut for soccer and 511 because their pants are so COMFY BRO. But they’re expensive so I only own a 511 belt </3

rose: favourite scent on a person? Something...floral. Roses or cherry blossom. Coconut is nice too. Vanilla is cliche but you can never go wrong with it.

charcoal: have you ever been camping? No and I do not wish for it ever.

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any? Trumpet and guitar. 6 years, 11 months.

copper: gold or silver jewelry? Neither, but silver probably. Just looks nicer with my skin tone.

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any? None. I don’t even have my ears pierced. However, I do want a snake tattoo on my thigh lmaoo.

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own? Like 5 but I only wear one because they’re aviators :D

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm? Nope but I have stayed on one for about a month.

lavender: relationship status? Single but I do have a tumblr wife: @maritasdump

erin: what was/is your best school subject? ENGLISH BECAUSE I CAN WRITE ESSAYS IN LITERALLY 15 MINUTES

fulvous: another name you think would suit you Ew, uh...well, Vi. It’s my nickname since it’s the shortened version of the nickname of my real name, but it fits me better.

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about Rome and Latin :D

frost: a -core you enjoy A what.

porcelain: an tv show you used to love Powerpuff Girls, Teen Titans (original), eh

fawn: any interesting family stories? Well, one time my brother got a stick stuck in his shin. Kinda funny. Another time my brother broke my leg while on a trampoline Another time my brother almost broke my ankle by daring me to jump off a 20 foot ledge. Another time I made my brother bleed with my nails for taking my skittles. I could go on...it’s just a lot of sibling violence.

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched? I used to but I just wear black socks now. (Except for soccer)

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist? Yeah. Just in different forms:)

rust: form of art you enjoy doing? Writing lmao. But I guess just sketching is fun.

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs I have 0 desire to calculate that because I don’t know it off the top of my head but I’m a capricorn and I feel like that’s enough information

blood: twin beds, queen, or king? ...And there was only one bed...

hot pink: did you/do you had/have strong feelings against the color pink? Hot pink is nasty but regular pink is cool asf. My soccer socks for October games are pink and I wear them every practice/game.

plum: a food you've never tried A lot, but I’ve tried a hella ton of European foods. So, uh...I’m not really sure. Something non-American (all Americas), non-EU, and non-Asian, I know that.

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish? CATS.

amethyst: do you collect anything? Knives.

mulberry: earbuds or headphones? Eh...Depends what I’m doing. Voice chat? Headphones. Music at the bus stop? Earbuds.

azure: jean jackets? My God - on other people? Hot. On me? I’ll stick to leather.

teal: have a job? Not yet.

sapphire: do you think you can sing well? For the most part, yeah. Trying to incorporate my guitar playing with it and it’s going pretty smoothly.

mint: favourite flavour of gum? Juicy Fruit simply because my grandmother got me hooked on it from a really young age. That or plain ol’ wintermint.

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up? Follow by Breaking Benjamin

penny: icecream or cake Ew. Sweets are a hit or miss for me, but um? Probably ice cream.

ash: can you do your own makeup? Hell no. I’ve only worn makeup twice and it was applied by someone else.

jade: ever written fanfiction? EKFMNSKENFJKDSN SO MUCH.

grape: how many blogs do you follow? 346!

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat? No, ew. Why would you do that?

chestnut: type of phone you have iPhone 10 XS. Got it last May...First new phone I’d ever owned. Went from an iPod that could only call, to a phone that could only call, then an iPhone 5 until I was 15. They were all hand-me-downs and I never complained. They worked fine.

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine Soda, probably. If it’s food, either the chips or the rice krispy <3

aquamarine: beach or pool Pool. I’ve come too close to death at the beach to enjoy it anymore.

brass: least favorite food condiment Mayo/horse radish.

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee? All of it.

silver: ever broken a bone? My entire leg and foot <3

rose quartz: rings or necklaces Necklaces with rings. I’m serious. But if I had to choose, rings. It’s the gay in me.

onyx: do you still play Minecraft? Sometimes?

burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle? NO BUT I WANT ONE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE FRIGGIN UNIVERSE

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash wait those exist?

platinum: do you follow politics? Dude I didn’t know Trump was president til this year

magnolia: your Instagram handle? ha, nice try, luzer.

Bro I am LATE to somewhere because of this but I enjoyed it. Thanks again, anon! <3

Color Asks (I am closing this shite because I AM TIRED)

#asks #anon

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