#im not gonna shut up about this man for awhile rip my few followers

[quickeningheart]

Twelve

   There was a drawn-out silence as the mice and Chex sized each other up. After a moment, Throttle cleared his throat, stepping forward. "I'm sure you must be mistaken, Citizen," he began, attempting nonchalance. "We're just three normal bros, getting our bikes looked over by—"

   "Oh, give it up," Chex snorted, crossing her arms. "I'm not an idiot. There's nothing wrong with my eyeballs. And those helmets don't render you invisible, so you might as well take 'em off. I don't know who you think you're fooling. If alien mice doesn't explain all the fur, then my next guess is the evolutionary Missing Link. Or very short Yeti."

   Alley stifled a laugh, and Throttle shot her an annoyed glance as he slowly pulled his helmet off. Vinnie and Modo followed his lead.

   "Well, damn," Chris said softly, eyes wide.

   "Told you," Chex replied, looking smug. She practically vibrated where she stood, she was so excited. "Man, I can't believe they've been here all this time. The club's gonna flip when I tell 'em I got to see them face to face!"

   "Club?" Throttle repeated, frowning.

   "It's some little forum she joined," Chris explained. "For people who think they've been abducted by aliens or some weird shit like that."

   "Shut it, butt-head." Chex delivered another punch to his arm. "That's not what the club's about." She turned back to the mice. "You've saved a lot of people in Chicago since you've been here, right? Well, some of those people started an online forum to socialize and share experiences. Hypothesize about why you're even here. Stuff like that."

   "And … you're one of those people," Throttle guessed.

   "Sure am." Chex nodded at Modo. "Big Gray there saved my life awhile back."

   The mouse straightened, startled by the sudden attention. "The name's Modo," he corrected. "Modo Maverick."

   "Maverick, huh?" Her smile widened. "I like that. Totally a hero's name."

   Modo beamed as Vinnie whistled and nudged him in the side.

   "So what happened to you?" Charley wanted to know.

   "There was some big skirmish downtown about three years ago. Felt like an earthquake or something. Total chaos, people running around, screaming like a buncha lunatics… And I remember there was this really weird whining. Sounded kinda like a drill, but deeper and a lot louder."

   "Hey, I remember that!" Vinnie cut in. "Wasn't that when Limburger decided he was gonna dig under the big shopping center?"

   "Yeah, he was lookin' for something. Anybody ever figure out what that was?" Modo asked, scratching his head.

   "Who cares? He goes out an' makes with the boom-boom, we go in an' stop 'im. That's all we need ta know." Vinnie punched his fist into his palm with a wicked grin.

   Chex huffed. "Yeah, well, I happened to be in that shopping center when it was all goin' down. Everything was crumbling around me and all the exits were getting blocked off. Some guy bowled me over, and I got my leg pinned. I was trying to pull free, and then these loud cracks went off right over my head. Sounded like a buncha gunshots. I thought someone had opened fire on top of everything else. So I looked up, and the freakin' wall's about to topple over." She shuddered, rubbing her arms. "I won't ever forget what that felt like, watching that slab of concrete falling in slo-mo right on top of me."

   "So what then?" Alley asked, wide-eyed.

   "Well, I sure wasn't goin' anywhere. When that asshole shoved me, I fell into the rubble and knocked something loose. Big chunk fell right on top of me. My leg was good and pinned. Hurt like hell, too. I just sorta buried my head in my arms and prayed I'd die quick, and I wouldn't end up buried alive or be laying there in agony for days wondering if anyone'd find me. I might've screamed, I guess. I don't really remember." Chex shrugged. "Someone heard something, though, 'cause when I figured out I still wasn't dead, that's when I looked back up and saw this huge gray … person standing over me, hefting that slab of concrete like a piece of paper. Just tossed it aside with his bare hands! And then he grabbed the big chunks pinning me down and tossed them, too. He wasn't wearing a helmet, and there was all this fur and metal and big ears … and then he started talking to me, asking if I was okay. And all I remember thinking is he was the biggest damned hamster I'd ever seen."

   "Aw, c'mon!" Vinnie protested, tossing his hands in the air. "They never get it right! Why don't they ever get it right?"

   "We're mice, ma'am. Just for future reference," Modo rumbled, mouth quirking.

   "Well, sure, I can see that now," Chex snorted. "Waddaya want? I'd just lived through my first near-death experience. Sorry if I was a little delirious."

   "Least you didn't call him a rat," Alley teased. "They hate that."

   Modo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Seems I recall findin' a little girl pinned down, 'bout to be squashed flat. Your leg was busted up pretty bad, wasn't it? I pulled ya loose an' dropped you off at the ambulance outside. You were bleedin' out pretty heavily."

   "Yeah." Chex nodded. "The femur bone was snapped in two places. And my tibia was broken so badly the bone ripped clean through the skin. Scary shit. I ended up in surgery and the hospital for two months, a full-leg cast another two months after that. Took a lot of therapy just so I could walk again, too." She pulled up her ripped legging, showing off a long, jagged scar that started at the middle of her calf and ran up under the material covering her upper leg. "Ends at the thigh. Pretty cool, huh?" she said proudly.

   Modo whistled. "Impressive battle scar. You doin' okay now?"

   "Sure. Leg still aches when the weather changes, and I won't ever win any marathons or anything, but I can walk, and even more importantly, I'm not a greasy smear on the pavement." Chex approached him, gray eyes searching his face as she took his metal hand into both of hers. He blinked down at her, nonplussed; it wasn't often a human willingly touched him, after all. "Like I said, I was really out of it back then, and I don't even remember if I thanked you," she told him sincerely. "So I'm saying it now. Thank you, Modo Maverick. You're a really good person. And I'm glad I can tell you that face to face."

   Modo squirmed, ignoring the catcalls and whistles from his comrades as he smiled awkwardly down at her, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, it wasn't anything, ma'am," he mumbled, flustered. "Just doin' my job and all that."

   Chex seemed to recall their audience then, quickly dropping his hand and stepping back, hooking her thumbs through the belt loops of her checkered skirt with a self-conscious shrug. "Yeah, well, just sayin'. Thanks," she mumbled, ducking her head. Her face was nearly as red as her hair. After a moment, she straightened up, affecting her usual aloof attitude. "Anyway. That's how I found out about alien mice. I had to know who you were, so while I was recovering, I started searching around on the net, looking for … I dunno, info on mutant rodents in the subways or something." She smirked at Vinnie's snort of disgust. "That's when I found the forum, and figured out there were others who'd been saved by giant talking, bike-riding mice, and there it is."

   "And there it is. Gotta love social media. So much for covert operations."

   All eyes turned to the black-clad figure coasting into the garage on a sleek black racer, taking in the scene from behind the visor of a wing-eared helmet.

   Chris straightened up, surprised. "Hey! You're—"

   "Yep. I'm," Stoker grunted, pulling the helmet off to meet his gaze with shrewd eyes. "And you're the whelp who stuck with our Alley Cat the other night. Thanks for that, kid."

   "The name is Chris. Christopher Archer. And my sister is Constance."

   "Chex. Call me Constance and I'll be forced to cut your tongue out," the redhead mumbled. "Cool bike, by the way. That's like … super stealth bike or something. I didn't even hear the engine."

   "That's 'cause I turned it off," Stoker said with a chuckle, dismounting and rolling the bike over to Charley. "She needs a checkup, if you get the chance. Maybe some oil. Had a bit of a bumpy ride gettin' back."

   "Run into some problems?" Charley asked.

   "Just a few random goons out lookin' for trouble. Nothin' I couldn't handle. But they did get in a few shots to my ride here. Think one of 'em might've taken out the suspension."

   "Poor baby. I'll have you fixed right up," Charley crooned, petting the dusty crankshaft affectionately. And damned if the bike didn't rumble right back.

   Alley blinked. "Did … did that thing just purr at you?"

   Charley laughed. "I did tell you Martian bikes are equipped with AI, right?"

   "Uh, yeah, I seem to recall something about that. I just didn't—They actually respond to you? Like, they can understand what you say?" Alley looked the bike over with new appreciation.

   "That is the general definition of artificial intelligence," Charley deadpanned.

   "Wow. Real AI. How cool is that?" Chex crouched in front of Modo's bike. "Hey, if you can understand me, honk or something."

   There was a moment of silence. Then a short, sharp beep sounded, startling Chex into falling back onto her rear. She gaped for a second, then laughed. "That is wicked! Where can I get one?"

   "Forget it, Short Stack. Dad'll never let you get a motorcycle," Chris scoffed.

   "I'm eighteen. He doesn't really have a say in the matter," she tossed back, hopping to her feet. "Hey, will you give me a ride?" She grinned up at Modo, who sputtered for a response.

   "Chex, we're here to see Alley, remember?" Chris sighed.

   "Oh, well, she could come along."

   Alley's eyes widened. "Uhhh … no thanks. I've seen how these guys drive those things around. I'm rather attached to my life. I'd like to keep it, if it's all the same to you."

   Chex laughed. "Wuss."

   "If by 'wuss' you mean 'possessing a healthy dose of self-preservation', then yes. I am a huge wuss," she sniffed, smoothing down her skirt.

   Beside her, Stoker chuckled low in his throat. "We'll have to work on that," he murmured, smirking down at her.

   She pulled a face at him. "Where the hell have you been skulking around, anyway?"

   "You miss me? I'm touched." He flashed a cheeky grin.

   "Yeah, sure." She waved him off. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

   "Aw, honey, go easy on an old mouse's ego."

   "Sir, your ego is indomitable. I'm sure nothing I say will make a dent," she huffed, a smile twitching around her lips despite her best efforts to remain stern.

   He noticed, leaning in with a sly smile, eyes lidded as he prepared to turn up the charm.

   Only Alley suddenly wasn't there anymore, having been pulled out from under his nose by Chris's grip on her arm. He straightened, glaring at the intruder. "You mind? We were having a private conversation."

   Chris winced at the venom in his tone but, as before, refused to back down. He turned to Alley. "Listen, Chex and I have to be back at the dorms in a few hours. We promised our parents we'd have dinner with them tonight."

   "You promised them," Chex corrected.

   He ignored her. "Anyway, if you wanted to go shopping for a new phone, maybe have something to eat and do a little sightseeing downtown, we'd probably better leave soon."

   "Oh. Sure, lemme go grab my purse. It's upstairs," Alley replied, shooting him a grateful smile as she turned to flee the garage.

   "Cock-blocked!" Vinnie sang under his breath as soon as she left, earning himself a whack across the head by Stoker's palm and muffled sniggers from Modo and Throttle.

   "And speaking of phones…" Stoker's tail whipped around and plucked the smartphone Chex had been using to covertly snap pictures neatly from her fingers. "Ah-ah. None of that now," he scolded, not unkindly, as he browsed the files.

   "Hey!" she yelped. "Give that back! What're you doing?"

   "Just a little damage control." He navigated the touch screen with ease before tossing the gadget back to her.

   She hastily checked it over, jaw dropping. "You deleted them! You deleted everything! All of my info … my videos! Do you know how hard it was to get some of this stuff?" she lamented.

   "I'm sorry for your loss," Stoker deadpanned, not looking sorry in the least. "No offense, Red, but I don't fancy having our ruggedly handsome mugs plastered all over the internet. Makes it real hard to work when you've got people out hunting you down for a celebrity snapshot. Kindly refrain from future endeavors."

   Chex pouted. "What's wrong with wanting to show Chicago that we've got our very own superheroes protecting us from the mafia? The cops sure as hell don't do anything about it."

   "Oh. Uh…" Alley offered a sheepish grin as she descended the stairs, having overheard the conversation. "Yeah, about that mafia story I fed you…"

   Chex's eyes widened. "No way. Is Limburger an alien, too?"

   "Something like that."

   "Awesome!"

   "Not really, no." Alley shot her a funny look. "He's trying to strip-mine the planet, starting with Chicago. There's nothing remotely awesome about it."

   "Is that why he wants the school?" Chris asked. "He wants to rip it apart?"

   "Likely. It's sitting on a choice piece of property," Stoker grunted. "Lots of resources to ship off to Plutark."

   "Is that his planet? And that's why you guys are here. To stop him from doing it?"

   "Yep."

   "But why?" Chex asked. "I mean, this isn't your home. Why are you risking your necks for a world that doesn't even know you exist?"

   "Because the Plutarkians are a disease that need to be wiped out," Modo growled, eye glowing. "They started with our planet Mars, and nearly demolished our entire race. Earth is next on the list, and unlike Mars, it doesn't have the kind of defenses needed to beat 'em off."

   "And once they're through with this dirt ball, they'll move on to the next," Throttle added. "Just like a huge, smelly swarm of … waddaya call 'em? Locusts?"

   "We do have nuclear weapons," Chris said doubtfully.

   "Hah! The stinkfish live off that sorta thing!" Vinnie scoffed. "Toxic waste and radiation and destruction … they eat it for breakfast. A couple of nuclear bombs wouldn't even slow 'em down."

   "Yeah, all you'd be doin' is helpin' em rip up the planet that much faster," Modo added, snapping his fingers for emphasis.

   The twins exchanged glances. "The government—" Chris started.

   "Is next to useless," Stoker cut him off with a snort. "They can't do anything we're not already doin'. Besides, it'll just come back to nuclear warfare and vaporizing their own planet in a useless attempt to get rid of the Plutarkians."

   "Yeah, and then they'll probably turn around an' use the same methods on us," Vinnie grumbled.

   "That's true," Charley agreed with a sigh. "I don't think Earth is ready for the knowledge that 'little green men' actually exist." She chuckled when Vinnie huffed, tweaking his ear. "Don't worry, you're all much cuter than E.T.," she teased.

   "And about time you admitted it, Babe," he replied, crossing his arms smugly. But he was blushing under his fur.

   "What I don't get," Alley cut in, "is how they don't already know. I mean, people are talking about you guys online, and Chex probably isn't the only one who's tried to take pictures and videos. Right?"

   "Oh, sure." Chex shrugged. "Media gets posted on various sites all the time. The problem is, it never stays posted. It's like the moment new footage appears, the site goes poof for a few minutes. When it comes back online, all the footage is gone. Happens every time. The Mouseketeers think—"

   "The Mouseketeers?"

   Chex laughed at the disgust written across four furry faces. "It's what the forum folk call themselves. Don't look at me like that, I didn't come up with it!"

   "Well, come up with somethin' else," Vinnie grumbled. "That name's just embarrassing!"

   "Yeah, sure, I'll get right on that." Chex rolled her eyes. "Anyway, the general theory is the government is responsible for getting rid of the evidence. Keep the knowledge of alien warfare happening right under our noses from getting out to the general populace. Hold off the world-wide panic it'd cause. In the meantime, hope the two species end up wiping themselves out nice and neat, and save taxpayer dollars by not having to send in our own military to finish the job."

   "And they're not at all worried that two alien species with superior technology battling over our planet might end up, I dunno, completely obliterating it instead?" Alley asked skeptically.

   "Hey, I did say it was a theory."

   "And that's all it is," Stoker put in, shaking his head with amusement. "Sorry to burst your conspiracy bubble, but none of Earth's governments are responsible for keepin' this invasion under wraps. Mars has been monitoring your satellites for decades. Any evidence of alien species that pops up is immediately eliminated, especially Martian and Plutarkian. Can't risk having our own civilization exposed trying to save yours, after all."

   "You can't possibly silence everyone who finds out about you," Chris argued. "What about the probes we send up?"

   "Bah. Inferior Earthen technology. Easily compromised," the mouse snorted. "As for the rest, well…" He tapped one of his antenna. "These ain't here just for show, ya know. We have ways."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Memory wipes," Throttle grunted, mouth twisting with distaste.

   "You can do that?" Charley asked, startled. Clearly, this was news to her.

   "Not all of us," Vinnie told her. "Only a few 'specially powerful empaths are trained for that sorta thing. Ain't easy, and fiddlin' around with another person's brain is pretty frowned upon. I mean, one wrong move an' you've got a drooling vegetable on your hands."

   "Luckily we have little cause to employ such techniques," Stoker added, expression grim. "But there's been a time or two when the wrong person discovered us, and we've been forced to go in for a little … mental rewiring."

   "And by 'we', do you actually mean you?" Alley asked. Stoker didn't answer. But his silence spoke volumes. She frowned. "Have you ever … made a wrong move?"

   "No," he replied firmly. "But my predecessor did, with another empathic race from the Quantrum Sector."

   "The what now?"

   "Another galaxy. You wouldn't have heard of it. That was a bad job. Pretty much the guidelines of what not to do when attempting a mind-wipe. Not only scrambled the poor bastard on the receiving end, but his own brain, as well. That's when I was pulled in to take over his position by the army. This was back before the Freedom Fighters, of course. When I was just a young punk, barely older'n Rimfire." He nodded at Modo.

   "You never told us this before, Stoke," Vinnie said, sounding awed.

   "Ain't somethin' I like to talk about," he replied. "Not a part of my life I'm particularly proud of. For the greater good or not, there's no honor in wipin' another person's mind. Especially when you're never told why you're doin' it in the first place. Toward the end, before I defected, I had my suspicions that the government was gettin' a little corrupt. They were sendin' us in more 'n more often to 'take care of things'. I suspect it was to keep control over an increasingly disgruntled population, when Plutark stepped in an' started buyin' up Martian property."

   "And that's why you formed the Freedom Fighters," Throttle finished.

   "Yep. That about sums it up. Somebody had to protect what was left of our people. We're all they had left."

  "Your own government sold you out?" Alley asked softly.

   "Money is power, honey. Even on other planets. Corruption is a universal problem." Stoker glanced at Chex with a raised eyebrow. "And you might consider tellin' your online buddies to start bein' a little more careful what they slap up on their sites. I may not be one of the army's guard dogs anymore, but that don't mean I've forgotten what to do. And there're still more guard dogs who ain't as nice as me, either. You annoy the wrong people or become a big enough threat, you just might find yourselves on the wrong end of Martian antenna."

   Chex gulped, face paling under her makeup. Even Chris looked a little green around the gills.

   "Great. Well, now that you've finished terrifying my friends, I think it's time for us to go," Alley muttered, starting toward the Caprice.

   "Hold up, there!" Charley snagged her by the back of the shirt as she passed, bringing her up short. "Just so you know, you 'n me are gonna have a talk when you get back."

   "What'd I do?"

   Charley shot her a look. "Guess."

   Alley's brow furrowed. "Oh, what, you're pissed 'cause I was worried about you? That's gratitude."

   "Do you honestly believe that's why I'm upset?"

   The cousins stubbornly faced each other down, before Alley conceded defeat, shoulders slumping. "Okay, okay," she grumbled. "You can bust my chops when I get back. Just lemme get these two out of your hair first." She stomped to the twins, who were now waiting in the car.

   "What was that all about?" Chris asked as she opened the passenger door and slid in.

   "Somebody in trouble?" Chex teased from the back seat.

   Alley waved off their questions. "Don't worry about it. Right before you arrived, we were having a … family discussion of sorts. I might've said a few things I shouldn't have in front of a few people I shouldn't have… She's a little steamed about it."

   Chex hummed. "Wanna hide out in the dorms for awhile until the storm blows over?" she offered. "I could probably stuff you under the bed."

   Alley laughed. "Thanks, but I'll take my licks like a good little soldier, and pray Charley doesn't decide to send me packing back to Florida."

   They drove in silence for a few minutes, before Chex leaned forward, draping her gloved arms over the back of the bench seat. "Hey, you think that Stoker guy was serious about the whole, you know, mind-wipe thing?" she asked.

   Alley shrugged, poking through the cassette tapes Chris had stashed in a worn shoebox on the seat between them. "Dunno why he'd lie about it. He's a trained soldier, and from what I've heard, he's got some mad skills on the battlefield. Like, a four-star general or something. The mice do have some sort of telepathic ability. I guess some could be strong enough to erase memories." She chose a cassette and shoved it into the player; Queen's These are the Days of Our Lives blasted over the speakers. "Oh, I love this song!" She began to sing along.

   Chex shifted impatiently. "But, like, do you think he'd really do it?" she pressed.

   "I dunno. Maybe. Why do you want to know?"

   Chris snorted. "She probably wants to go tell all her little forum buddies where they can find them. She never could keep a secret."

   "Shut up," Chex grumbled, slumping back in her seat.

   Frowning, Alley turned around in her seat. "Look, I can't say what Stoker may or may not do, but I can tell you that all four of those guys are way protective of Charley. They consider her one of theirs, and they'll fight tooth and nail to defend their own. If you go blabbing their location around and end up putting her or her garage in danger, getting mind-wiped will be the least of your worries. You've already seen Modo in action. Do you really wanna risk pissing off a bunch of trained rebel soldiers who can heft concrete walls with their bare hands?"

   Chex didn't have much to say on the matter after that.

   Alley could only hope she wouldn't have much to say on the matter at any future time, either.

Next

[boneyhighrise]

🎱 – tie-up/bind + 🌮 – grind against (but reversed lol)

IM READY FOR TUNGL TO TAKE ME OUT FOR THISIM NOT SORRY OR EMBARASSED I TOLD YA’LL IM A SIN BEACON 

“SO... WE’RE DOING THIS, HM?”

“Yeah...Unless you don’t want to...”

He stares down at her.  She’s so... Odd.  One moment, the pair had been talking about a murdered target, the next, she’d propositioned him to come back to her place.  She was so odd.  Since he’d met her, she’d said a lot of weird stuff, but lately it had gotten weird but... In more of a good way.

“NO, I STILL WANT TO.  YOU’RE QUITE THE...ODD GIRL, AREN’T YOU, ZOZ?”

She offers a sheepish smile.  It was an oddly charming smile.

“You saw me rip a guys arm off earlier... Just for fun... You’re just now thinking about how odd I am...?”

He bristles slightly.  She’d shown no remorse at that action.  She’d even taken a damn bite of the arm.  Odd was an understatement.

The pair arrived at the apartment.  She led him downstairs into the basement, where she had the only apartment.  She peeked in her room first. checking for Pet.  Luckily, the kid had become taken with some of the other kids in the higher floors, so he wasn’t in.

“We’re alone...”

“I’D HOPE WE’D BE ALONE.  YOU HAVE A ROOMMATE?”

“Heh... Yeah...But he’s not here so he doesn’t matter...”

She grabs his hand, very suddenly.  The forwardness of the act, especially with a figure as imposing as Cujo...  It’s brave.  Gutsy.  The apartment she pulls him into is pretty barren.  It has a mostly empty bookshelf, a table with some chairs, a large mattress...  Otherwise, it’s sparse. 

“SO...”

“So...”

She kicks the door shut behind them, and the pair stares at each other.  She’s considerably shorter than he is.  Now that they’re alone, he feels much more inclined to kiss her.  He’d done it before, following some team-ups...  Seeing her act so violently earlier, it was thrilling.  He’s lost in thought for a moment but she shakes him from it.

“Are you... Going to kiss me?  Or do you just want to get to it..?”

He chuckles.  Yes, she was odd, but her directness was charming.

“OF COURSE....”  In a quick move, he lifts her so that he can kiss her properly.  “I DO WANT TO KISS YOU...”

“Then kiss me, Cujo...”

He does.  Her legs wrap around his body lazily, her arms drape around his shoulders, her teeth and jaw clinking against his as they kiss.  After a few seconds, their vigor increases.  Tongues form and explore each other, carefully at first before slight desperation set in.  He sets her down, reaching to take off his jacket.  She reaches too, taking his belt out of his pants very quickly.  IT snaps a little whe nit’s removed.

“SO EAGER...”

“Fuck yeah, man...”  She chuckles, “Now get back down here and kiss me again.”

He raises his eyebrows.  Bossy.  He shrugs and does as he’s told, kneeling to kiss her.  She’s still got his belt in her hands as she kisses him back.  After a few more moments, she gives him a shove, stronger than he could anticipate.  He flops back on her bed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

This was... Unprecedented.  He was ready to lay her down and go to town.  Zoz appeared to have some other plans.  She snaps the belt in her hands as she steps up to the bed.  

“WHAT ARE-”

A finger comes up against his teeth, silencing him.  He’s halfway to getting back up, but he’s stilled entirely.  Her eyes are baring into him, dead and completely alive at the same time.  Her tongue, a sickly, electric green, flits out.

“Weren’t you listening to what I said?  I said..”  She pushes him back.  She’s so strong, it’s honestly shocking how easily she pushes him back.  He finds himself up against the back of the bed, which despite not being on a frame, there’s a headboard. “I said...”  He grabs his hand and forces it up above his head, holding it to the frame.  “That I wanted to fuck your brains out...Right...?”  She grabs his other hand too and joins it with the first, binding the two to the bed post with his belt.  He;d protest, but he’s so surprised by how commanding she was, by being so simply straight forward.  After a moment, his hands are securely bound with his belt above his head.  “I’m gonna do what  I said...  I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

He gulps.  She stands over his body and slowly, takes off her clothes.  She starts with her shirt, exposing slightly discolored bones.  She tosses it aside before she quickly steps out of her pants.  She stands over his body, stark naked and staring down at him with a similar hunger she stared at targets.

“SH..SHIT...”

Just watching her has got him riled up.  His pants feel tight.  He squirms a little, hoping for a little relief.

“You’re turned on right now...”  She grins, reaching down to idly brush her hands on her pelvis.  He watches her, humming a little.  “I can see...”

“YOU LOOK...GOOD..”

“Thanks...”

She goes down, straddling his waist.  He inhales sharply.  Her bones are still cold to the touch.  Her hand reaches down to palm at the growing stiffness in his pants.  He looks straight up at the ceiling.  Oh, she was.. Doing something, alright  The forwardness of her actions were always surprising him.  From the first time she kissed him, hell from when they met- She was always surprising him.

“Big...  You’re pretty big all over, huh?”

He stares at her, his jaw hanging down a little.  She leans in and gives him a small kiss while her hand works to open the front of his pants.  Once they;re open it’s kinda hard to keep what they’re containing back.

“Heh...”  She licks her teeth.  Her tongue darts out and gets his too.  “I want to see... How this feels...”

Slowly, she settles her pelvis over his, settling herself over the glowing red magical construct.  He groans, his body rolling involuntarily against the sudden pressure.

“A-AH..”

“Ohhh... That feels pretty good, huh...?”  She tilts her head to the side, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders and she slowly grinded her pelvis down on him.  “Heh...  Skinny tells me all sorts of stuff... Like how it feels good to do this-” She swivels her hips back and forth before she returns to her usual, slow, deliberate thrusting.  “I never thought... It’d be this good...”

She quickens her pace, using her free hands to pull up his shirt so she can get at his bones.  

“You’re so strong... Powerful... It’s part of why I like you...”  She grins as her head ducks down to kiss and nibble at his ribs and collarbones.  She notes that there are several cracks and fissures in his bones.  She gives a particularly bad one a curious nibble.

“FUCK-”

She peeks up at him, wondering if she had to apologize.

“Yes...?”

“TH-THAT...FELT..”

“Good...”  She asks before ducking down to do it again, and then a third time.  Her huffs and groans at each one, his hips bucking up slightly against her.

“Y...YEAH...”

She chuckles and keeps up her assault.  After a few more moves against the hips and few more bites, he’s starting to get a little noisy, huffing quietly.  He’s grinding back against her hips, quietly mumbling, groaning and moaning as Zoz bit at him and rode him for what he’s worth.  

This goes on for some time.  It’s clear, she’s interesting in really gearing him up.  After what feels like an eternity of grinding and biting, she moves off him, only to yank his pants down to about his ankles.  She climbs back on top of him, and he can feel the wet feeling of her magic on her pelvis.  She was matching him, ecto-bodypart to ecto-bodypart. 

“Are you ready, Cujo?”

“YES...  MIA NOTTE ROSA...”

She leans back a little, tilting her head.

“...What?”  He turns scarlet.  The loving nickname- it just slipped out.  “What’s,, That mean..?”

“ER-”

Considering she was halfway on his member, he’s got no way out.

“IT.. IT MEANS... MY NIGHT ROSE...”

For the first time, she blushes.  It’s a similar, sickly green as her magic.  Her expression, once so cocky, falters for a moment.

“O...Oh...”

They stare at each other.  After nearly an hour of teasing, this seemed like an odd time to have a romantic moment.  She isn’t sure what to say, she she leans in and kisses him again.  She shifts her body too, so that he’s effectively inside her.

“...Call me that again...”

He gulps.  Sure she was softer for the moment, but she was still commanding him.  Before he can respond she speaks again,

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cujo..?”

He gulps harder and nods.

“Y...YES, MIA NOTTE ROSA...”   She smiles.  She rather likes the sound of that.

“Good...Good boy...”  She guides his mouth back to hers to kiss again, this time allowing her body to move too.  She grinds against his body, thrusting her pelvis against his, varying in speed and vigor.  She doesn’t seem to have a limit for this, but after awhile his tone changes, his voice heightens- He’s close.  

“F...FASTER-”  

She obliges.  She was in charge, she could have said no- But she wanted it too.  Zoz didn’t feel much these days, she didn’t feel much of anything.  But right now?  She felt something- Something incredibly good, and it begged her to speed up, to break his voice and make him call out.

When he finally reaches climax, they pair crush their skulls together, locking together as he writhes beneath her, and she rides it out for all she can.  The bed, the walls, the whole place seems to shake.  As they slow, Zoz reaches up, fumbling a little for the belt.  She undoes it, and his arms flop down, immediately coming to rest around her small frame, holding him to her.  All he can do is stare the the ceiling for awhile.  This was new.  It was rare that he could be.. Commanded like that.  But it definitely wasn’t bad.  

“I liked that a lot...”  She mumbles, fingers tracing over his bones.” “More than i thought I would... I read that the first time is supposed to suck...”

He nearly dislodges her from her place on his chest when he sits up a little.

“...THAT WAS.  YOUR FIRST TIME?”

His voice was a little louder than he would have liked.  He was just surprised is all.  She peers up at him, eyesockets lidded.

“...Yeah..  Why?”

He stares at her, looking for some sign of a joke or tease, but nope, she seems entirely serious.

“...SHIT, ZOZ...”

And he kisses her again, exhausted but satisfied.  

“Rest up a little...”  she mumbles when she ducks again to nibble again at his ribs.  “I’d like to see if i can... Get my second time in too...”

[nightmareduskie]

Stupid Lil’ Devil

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader  (castiel, sam and dean mentioned)

WARNINGS: ATTEMPTED RAPE IM SRS LIKE DONT READ IF THATS A TRIGGER PLEASE. also light fluff and swearing and being drunk af. 

words: 1237 i think

a/n: I’m working on my Lucifer, I don’t think I capture him super well, but I’m trying. >_<; quick drabble. one-shot. just having fun writing at this point. keeps me distracted. :3

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It's been several weeks where Lucifer has been following me around. Popping up out of no where to make some stupid remark or try to talk about this and that. Sometimes he'd just pop up and sit and watch me do whatever research I was doing. I started to get used to having him around. Whatever he wanted to accomplish, it wasn't going to happen. I wasn't gonna let him get close enough to hurt me, or anyone else. Regardless of his harmless-seeming questions. It just felt like he was up to no good.

Tonight I decided to drink away my struggles as a hunter. Dean and Sam agreed to go with me while Castiel decided to stay back and do some reading. Sliding my way to the busy bar, I hailed a bartender and ordered whiskey on the rocks. Dean and Sam were used to me trailing off on my own and socializing with different people. It was just habit. They may be hip and hip with each other but I liked my breathing room. Meeting new people at local bars kept me sane. Hearing people's problems that weren't my own are a blessing. Distractions, distractions.

Spotting quite a looker, I swayed my way over to him. His green hues laid upon my figure from the TV, turning his pensive stare into a smirk. I knew I was decent enough looking. It's been awhile since I've gotten anything from an attractive man, why not tonight. We chatted for awhile and drank a bit. Eventually I was too drunk to function and I dismissed the man apologizing for my drunkenness. Maybe I drank more than I thought. I usually had these things under control.

Glancing around the room I failed to spot Sam and Dean. I checked my phone, and got the message that they made their way back to the motel. It was a short walk. I drunkenly stuffed my phone into my pocket and headed for the door. I knew I was sloppily weaving down the street. Headlights passing quickly were probably just enhancing the drunk.

It was hard to tell, but when I turned I noticed a car following me. Fuck. I groaned and stopped. I went to reach for my hip, where I usually hold my gun. And realized I left it at home. Fuck again. I tapped around my pockets and found nothing to defend myself but my fists.

The attractive man from the bar stepped from the car. He was quick. Quicker than drunk me. He grabbed me and shoved me into his car.

“Get off, pervert!” I hollered at the top of my lungs, I kicked at him but he easily overpowered me. I should've known better than to leave my gun at the motel. I was alone. This man was stronger than me. Being drunk didn't help. And then I thought quietly. He must've drugged me, I only had a few.

“Stop fighting, bitch,” the man growled lowly, “Just take it. I'm surprised these drugs didn't do the charm on you.” He shoved some sort of fabric into my mouth to shut me up from screaming, once he realized I wasn't about to give up without a fight. A few punches to my face later, and I had been defeated. My hands and feet bound.

We drove somewhere, it didn't take long. Lustful eyes peered upon me as the car door open. I groaned. What more could I do? I can't pray to Castiel... he can't fly anymore. What do I do? What do I do..?

It didn't take the man long to get ontop of me and start pulling my pants down. I still managed to wiggle and struggle against it. But it only earned a laugh from this guy. I closed my eyes tight. How could I give up like this? My brain automatically turned to Lucifer. His hardened face. His eyes that bore into my soul, always trying to read me. Lucifer. Please. I begged in my head.

Everything stopped. The man was ripped from me.

“I really... really don't appreciate you touching her like this,” a low voice growled. Before I knew it blood and guts sprayed everywhere and the man was gone. Just bits and pieces of him on me, on the car, and on Lucifer's approaching form. Red, glowing, angry eyes laid upon me.

“Y/N,” he sounded pained, as he unbound me and pulled the fabric from my mouth, “You stupid human...”

“Y-you came,” I panted quietly. He waved his hand and my clothes were clean and back on my body. I suddenly felt very sober. His hand reached out to me. He looked at me patiently, but I could see the anger in his eyes. I reached out to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest.

“Y/N,” he breathed quietly, “Next time, you call for me right away. I'm very angry and upset that a smelly hairless ape thinks he could lay a finger upon my hairless ape.” He pressed his nose atop my head, inhaling slightly. “Do you understand, Y/N? You belong to me.”

“L-Lucifer...” I managed quietly. Was this what all this prying around and harassing me was about? He wanted to be close? “Y-you like me...?” I tried to look up at him but he wouldn't allow me.

“Do I need to repeat myself, princess?” he spoke sternly. His thumb took my chin, turning my head up. His eyes met mine, somehow soft for him. I nodded my head. I understood. He wouldn't say. But maybe I mean more to him than I thought.

“Thank you...” I managed, growing flustered staring into his eyes. I had to admit he made my heart race sometimes. The devil of all people. His digits caressed my cheek thoughtfully. A smug smile grew on his face.

“I think you owe me,” he tried to seem serious but his conniving grin grew more and more.

“What do you want?” I sighed. Always up to something. Can't I just relax after this stupid experience?

“A kiss,” he pointed to his cheek with a small, almost innocent smile.

“That's... it?” I asked and got a nod of verification.

He leaned his cheek forward towards me. I complied and leaned up. Puckering my lips, I was quickly met with his own pair of lips. Figures it was a trick. His hands came up and held my cheeks, holding me to him. But he didn't need to hold me there, I wanted to be. His mouth worked hungrily at my own, like he was starving. He pulled away and stared again at me. I couldn't read this expression. He just laughed and scooped me up in his arms.

Before I knew it, I was back in the motel room. It made the boys jump out of their skin.

“What the fuck?!” Dean exclaimed, jumping out of his skin practically.

“Maybe you assholes should watch out for her a little more,” Lucifer sneered at them. He set me to my feet. His attention focused back on me as he pressed a tiny kiss to my forehead. I grew flustered as the boys stared at us like we had three eyes. With a wink, he disappeared.

“You better tell us what in the hell is going on, Y/N,” Dean said.

As stupid as it sounds, maybe I was forming a crush on that stupid lil’ devil.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

The Generous Fuckboy {Im Jaebum}

Prompt:  13 and 18 with fuckboy jaebum please :)  || Requests Open || Smut Game

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: fuckboy!Jaebum, SMUT, multiple orgasms, oral -female receiving-, semi-public sex, 

**I wrote this and even I’m a little fucked up -it may just be me tho- 

Credit

"I'm gonna be honest with you..." I jumped, when someone wrapped their arms around my waist, their lips pressed against my ear. "I'm really horny and you're really hot," I turned around in the pair of arms, grimacing when I matched the voice to a face, the face of the campuses' biggest fuckboy. "Can we fuck? Like, now?" Jaebum's lips split into his sickening and infamous smirk, his eyes piercing mine. I push his chest, a few pair of eyes on us as I, Y/N, commonly known as the quiet girl stood in the arms of the school's biggest fuckboy, in the middle of the dancefloor. "Don't play hard to get, baby," Jaebum chuckled, trailing very closely behind me as he followed me through the large, gathering crowd. I shake my head at his bold actions, making my way up the stairs, him still hot on my trail. "You walk very fast in heels," He laughs and I flip him off, pushing through the door of the first available and luckily empty room. He gently closes the door behind him and locks it, leaning against it with that damned smirk.

"You're such a jackass!" I growl, pushing on his shoulders,

"What? I thought I should tell you how hot you looked tonight, didn't look like anyone else was doing so..."

"Wow, I bet that sounded real nice and smooth in your head, but guess what...you sound like every other fuckboys on campus." I scoffed, crossing my arms, glaring daggers at him.

"There's one difference though," He whistled, pushing himself off the door, circling my body, his arms wrapping around my waist once again, "You haven't let every other fuckboy on campus finger you in the back of Lit Class." His words escaped his throat in a growl, his hands pulling my ass firmly against his growing bulge. I tried to construct a proper sentence but all that come out were small gasps as he begins to rock his hips against me, his bulge growing very prominent. "Nothing to say?" He chuckles, stilling his hips, hands moving down my thighs, lifting my dress just an inch or two. "If I'm being honest with you, I've been thinking about the way you tasted for the last two weeks," I whimper at his words, each hand grabbing onto his wrists, "If you don't mind....I'd like to taste you, that is if you're okay with that.....letting a fuckboy like myself fuck you with his tongue, in some random room in the middle of a party..." He chuckles again, hands slowly moving up my body, "I wouldn't want to ruin that good girl reputation you've built up, though you and I know, that it's not true, not even a little."

"Fuck," Is the first thing to my mind and is the only thing I an say as lust clouds my judgment,

"You? It'd be an honor," Jaebum steps away from my body and circles around me so we're face to face, "Lay on the bed for me baby, let me taste you," I stare at his lips as he speaks, licking my own, he was so hot, I couldn't deny that, but was this really the right choice? Fuck it, if it wasn't, you live, you learn. I pull my dress up, bunching the fabric around my hips, revealing the small and petty excuse for panties I was wearing. "Did you plan ahead?"

"Fuck off!" I hiss, going to pull them off, only for Jaebum's hand on my wrist to stop me,

"Keep them on,"

"Why?"

"Just-just keep them on, please." I shrug, and sit on the edge of the bed, eyes avoiding his, "Y/N, if you don't want to do this,"

"No! I want to do this, I want to do this so bad, it's actually embarrassing," I mumble and he chuckles, pushing me back on the bed,

"Sometimes you got to give in," He whispers, sinking to his knees, eyes glued on mine the whole time, "I don't blame you, I've been wanting to fuck you for awhile now," He chuckles, grabbing my heel, and planting a kiss on my ankle, "You pulling that little stunt in class didn't help at all," Jaebum laughs more to himself than me, nibbling his way up my leg, stopping an inch or two from my core, "Who knew you wanted me that bad!" He teases, winking up at me.

"Would you please stop talking and do something?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asks then proceeds to blow cool air on my barely covered wet slit,

"Just, ah, just-fuck-just use your tongue," His index finger lifts the thin fabric and he moves it to the side, making sure it would stay in place before using the same index finger to run up my slit, collecting my juices with an unreadable look on his face. "I said your tongue,"

"I just wanted to see how wet you were, the answer is very, you're very wet and I've barely touched you." I wanted to reply with a smartass comment but the only thing that comes out of my name is a small and barely audible, fuck, as he runs his tongue down my slit, wasting no time to push the thick muscle into my entrance, teasingly thrusting it in and out of the tight hole. I reach down and knock his hat off his head, fingers gripping his hair tight as he pushes his tongue deeper.

I sit up on my elbows wanting a better view, as he devoured my pussy like a man starved. "Do I really taste that good?" I tease and he narrows his eyes at me and I swear he's wearing that smirk, I cock my head to the side but soon realize my mistake of teasing once he expertly curls his tongue, and it pushes into my g-spot, my whole body jolting forward, my hips involuntarily rolling into his mouth. "Holy shit, that feels so good," I cry, and I'm surprised again once he brings his thumb down to rub figure eights on my clit, "I'm cumming, ah, ah, I'm cumm-, I'm cumming!" Despite not wanting to make his ego swell, my grip on his hair tightens as I push his tongue impossibly deeper into my pussy, my juices spilling on the pink muscle. I lay flat against the bed, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, body heated, as Jaebum's thumb gently rubs me through it.

I'm too embarrassed to look at him but I do anyway, my breathing still uneven although he had removed his thumb from me. "You taste wonderful by the way, didn't want to pull away because I knew you were close." I glare at him, biting my lower lip as I take him in, he looked so fucked out, just from eating me out. I scoot up the bed and nod toward the empty space between my legs, "So demanding," He teases, climbing onto the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands lifting my hips a little more so he could rub his clothed bulge against my sensitive core,

"Jaebum ah!" I cry, trying to wriggle out of his grasps, "I'm so sensitive, give me a minute." Jaebum stops the grinding and moves his hands up my body, fingers grasping my collar, a small smirk on his lips, "Don't you d-" The words don't come out fast enough as he rips the dress, right down the middle, "You've got to fucking kidding me, what the hell am I supposed to wear after this?" Jaebum ignores my question and instead grabs my tits, pushing them together,

"They're so nice, and soft," Is all he says before dipping his head and taking my left nipple in his mouth, his tongue immediately swirling around the bud, his eyes are closed as he loses himself in the pleasure fo holding and sucking on my tits. While he does that I reach down and unbuckle his pants, pushing my hand past them and his briefs, a small gasp falling from my lips when my hand comes in contact with his warm, shaft, "Someone's eager,"

"I'm ready, just please, just fuck me," Jaebum sits up with a chuckle, quickly pulling his black tank top over his head, throwing it some random place in the room, He stands off the bed and pushes his pants down, kicking them off, and then he stands there in his black briefs, the color so contrasting with his skin tone. He smirks down at me, groping himself through the fabric,

"How bad do you want me?"

"Get on this bed and fuck me, I'm not the begging type." Jaebum raises a brow and climbs on the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist like earlier, and his eyes catch mine as he slides into me, his hands having a death grip on my hips.

"God, God damn, you're so fucking tight," Once he's fully in, he pauses and lets his eyes flutter shut, as he tries to, I assume, regain his posture, I wriggle my hips as best as I could just for him to impossibly tighten his grip on them, "Don't. Do not move, I just, I just need a minute," A minute is all he takes before he's slowly thrusting into me, soft grunts filling the air,

"Why would such a jackass be blessed with such talents," I moan and he quickly smiles, taking one of my legs, throwing it over my shoulder, his hands leaving my hips to hold himself up as he leans over my body and begins to pound into me. This new angle as me screeching, fingers desperately gripping at his shoulders.

"Go ahead baby, rub your clit, I know you're close," I hated the smugness in his voice, I hated that he was right, I was already so close despite him having just started. Despite the hatred I had for him being able to make me cum the fastest I've ever had, I reach down and rub slow circles on my clit, trying to prolong my orgasm as best as I could. "Faster or I'll stop," His eyes flicker from where he pounded into me to my face, his eyes catching mine, full of darkness and lust. I groan and begin to move my fingers faster, his hips pounding into mine, his cock filling me in every way possible, hitting all the right spots, My toes curl and I let my eyes close as my second orgasm takes over my body, my fingers stilling on my clit as he fucks me through it. Jaebum's hand comes down and he pushes my hand away, rubbing quick circles on my clit, jolting me out of my post orgasm haze,

"I don't think I can cum again! I've already cum twice Jae!"

“What was that?" Jaebum pants, his hips moving faster, angling themselves to pound into that sensitive spot, my legs shaking around him, "You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” He pulls his fingers away and licks them before rubbing my clit again, a look of determination on his face, his fingers don't still until I'm screaming his name, toes curling, and my legs feel like jello, my third orgasm coming in big waves, knocking the wind out of me, literally. "Good girl," Jaebum praises, immediately pulling his fingers away just as quickly as he pulled out, only having enough time to grab his cock before he was cumming across my slit, three long, heavy spurts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He whimpers, milking himself through his orgasm. I let him clear is head a little before moving my foot and kicking him,

"What the hell am I supposed to wear?" I growl and he looks around the room with hooded eyes,

"I think this Youngjae's room honestly, borrow a pair of his sweats and one of his sweaters,"

"Then people are most definitely going to know we fucked,"

"And? We're both consenting adults, who can make their own decisions," I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, standing up with make effort, walking toward the dress on shaky legs, "Maybe next time I'll go a little easier on ya-"

"Would the hell said there's going to be a next time?"

"I was just hoping, I mean-well, I just- I just, well-"

"Hmm you're so flabbergasted," I laugh, shrugging on one of Youngjae's sweaters, "I think I could give this a chance, but no official titles yet,"

"What about friends with benefits?"

"You're such a fuckboy!"

"I know, I'm sorry!" He laughs and I shake my head glaring at him,

"Enemies with benefits," I ponder and he rolls his eyes,

"After I fucked you that well, I can't be upgraded to a friend?"

"I'm not friends with fuckboys," I bite back and he sighs,

"Fine, enemies with benefits, deal?"

"Deal!"

I mean at least he’s a self-aware fuckboy