Author: syxblue

Can’t Get Enough

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Wayne bit his lip when he saw Bluebell coming closer and sitting by them, he figured, with what she’d just said, it wasn’t so bad if she were there.

Hell… If he was honest with himself, she was very enticing. That amazing smell and she looked gorgeous. 

However, clearing his throat and tipping his head back a bit as Sheldon licked at his neck, Wayne blushed and grit out a question.

“You, uh, you’re like over twenty right? I mean…” She did look very youthful, but boy she was well filled out. Wayne hated to think he’d done something like he did to anyone younger than that.

Oh dear, pile up another anxiety, why didn’t he?

Bell’s eyebrows crept up her forehead to new heights, “You bent a super villain over and fucked the up the ass in the park, a super villain that has spent most of her adult life in and out of maximum security prison, and the thing you want to make sure of is that I’m not jail bait?” she burst out laughing, a deep genuine belly laugh, “Oh honey! Your priorities are fuuuuucked.”

Pursing her lips, Bell poked dimples into her cheeks with her pointer fingers and said with dripping sugar, “Do I look like just the tinies sweetest little ba-bie?” she batted her lashes as she moved her finger to her lip, “Little innocent sweet sixteen.”

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Raising an eyebrow at her over the top display, Sheldon shook his head, a slow smirk creeping into his lips, “Well there’s one sure why to find out,” he lied, “Just get her tentacle out and count the bumps. Like rings on a tree!”

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

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[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT MSG: I love to be watched.  I do love to put on a show.  Did I ever tell you about Berlin?  I used to go to private BDSM parties there looking for a partner to publicly scene.  Top or bottom it doesn’t matter.  I don’t get off pain as much as attention 😉 ]

[TXT: oh ho ho~ you are a naughty boy. That sounds wickedly exhilarating, though I’d insist on a far more private show than that ] 

TXT MSG: I would love to put on a show for you *licks the shell of your ear* ]

[TXT: *sucks in a breath* that is most certainly going to need to happen. My little blue harem boy or my naughty slave in a leather harness ]

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

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[TXT MSG: I love to be watched.  I do love to put on a show.  Did I ever tell you about Berlin?  I used to go to private BDSM parties there looking for a partner to publicly scene.  Top or bottom it doesn’t matter.  I don’t get off pain as much as attention 😉 ]

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[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT MSG: I love to be watched.  I do love to put on a show.  Did I ever tell you about Berlin?  I used to go to private BDSM parties there looking for a partner to publicly scene.  Top or bottom it doesn’t matter.  I don’t get off pain as much as attention 😉 ]

[TXT: oh ho ho~ you are a naughty boy. That sounds wickedly exhilarating, though I’d insist on a far more private show than that ] 

Good Morning Sunshine

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Harrison’s exposed neck was far too tempting, Syx gave it a small lick as he squeezed the bare thigh in his hands. A shiver of arousal going right to his core and how horribly naughty and tantalizing this all was. His darkened green eyes slid back over towards Wayne, unsure what he’d find there.

The blank mask that covers the hero’s features before Syx can get a read on him, has the villain slightly worried. He wants this fun and he’s getting ridiculously attached to Harrison, but he doesn’t want to cause a fight. Mostly waiting for Harrison for ques on where to take this, Syx removes the hand on the other blue man’s tight to accept the cocoa. 

“Exquisite,” Syx purred after taking a sip. Answering Wayne’s earlier question, he added, “Well it’s a concentration trick, isn’t it? And I’ve seen mine do it without his hands before.”

Harrison cocks his head, unsure how to read Wayne’s resistance right now.  Oh he felt that little spike of lust and it was just as the blue man had intended.  However Harrison doesn’t understand why his mate is purposely keeping his expression neutral.  Is it just that flicker of nerves?  Or is it something else?  When Syx moves his hand to return to his cocoa, he slips over to his mate.  He’s made it fairly clear what he and Syx are offering and now he needs to know if Wayne is opposed or just shy.  

“Face it, you can’t fool two mega-minds,” he teased his beloved gently, wrapping one arm around Wayne’s waist and nestling himself in close.  He wants to reassure his mate that while he wants to play with the other blue man, Wayne will always come first.  He looks up at his man with a mischievous smile.  “We’re not your usual batch of soft-headed groupies.  We’re blue, bad, and brilliant, my love.  And all yours, if you want us.”

[He smiles softly and nods at the compliment. There is a fine line
between hot enough and messing up the chocolate flavor, but where that
line is is affected by the amount of sugar in it, which means that he
has to estimate for any cocoa other than his own.] It is, but that
doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be one of those gestures that becomes too
ingrained to do without.

[Sticking his tongue out at Harrison,
Wayne makes it clear that he knows that it’s Harrison he can’t fool. He
is all too used to fooling a Megamind, but Harrison is a whole other ballgame. Blushing faintly, he stiffens in Harrison’s embrace for an instant and then forces himself to relax.] I’m… I’m not sure. I’m really not sure what I want out of this.

Syx let out a soft chuckle, cradling his cocoa, “Well that makes two of us. I feel like I’m flying blind.” 

The whole relationship thing, in general, was a highly new concept for the blue villain. It hadn’t been so long ago that he’d started seeing his Wayne secretly… and now suddenly it was like a whole unexplored portion of his heart had opened up, hungry to be filled. The need for these connections didn’t, unfortunately, mean that he knew how to handle them.

Looking over to Harrison, Syx let out a breath, “Very little makes sense anymore. I think I need a flow chart and five idea boards just to start to figure things out… but this is nice?” he flashed a small smile, “New, terrifying, and exciting.”

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Blinking at the tiny dragon, Bluebell made an ‘o’ with her mouth, “You talk! Oh my fucking god!” jumping up, she let out a whoop, “Fuck yeah! I’m Mulan and your my Mushu! Let’s do this shit!”

She was prepared! Ready since she was a little girl for this day. To be chosen by a princess companion. It wouldn’t even matter if that was what this was or not, she was fucking rolling with it. She loved that damn movie!

“Oh! I need my sword! And armor! Fuck I don’t have anything historical. Will leather work?” she tapped her chin, “It’s going to have to until I can get Minion to make something new.”

If Sator had hands he’d be facepalming so hard right now. God save him from the crazy people. There was no amount of done big enough to accurately portray what he was feeling at the second.

“I’m outta here…” He sighed, shaking his head and turning around. 

He’s understand if Ina would have said that. But grown ass woman believing in Disney bullshit was way too much for him. What was that the creature called Mushu has said? ‘Shame on you and shame on your cow.’

“What? Not good enough for you,” Bluebell demanded in a huff. Stalking over to the escaping dragon, she rushed to block it n from getting away from her, “We are going on a magical adventure even if I have to kidnap you. You aren’t required to enjoy it, but I have been waiting my whole life for this shit. Got it bucko?”

All of her childhood wishes had failed. No one had come down on a spaceship to save her. Her parents hadn’t secretly lived. The world hadn’t magically become more accepting. She hadn’t suddenly woken up to be normal one day. But she had just met a mother fucking dragon and she was going an a fucking magical adventure even if it landed her in lock up again.

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Feeling something colided with her leg, the blue skinned villainess looked down. Blinking bright green eyes at the tiny, short legged dragon, Bluebell about squeed, “Oh my evil god! Look at how cute you are!”

Brashly, she grabbed the dragon’s cheeks in both gloved hands. Having quickly discovered that being blue in public no longer resulted in ‘go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200’ she was flaunting it. With her makeup a dramatic glittering gold and green to set off her eyes and sporting a leather jacket that was nearly more metal than leather, she would stand out even without the blue skin.

Wow, this lady was sight to behold. Like a 90s pop art of Marylin Monroe, definitely hard to ignore in the crowd. Sator cringed at being called cute and definitely didn’t appreciate being pinched on his muzzle. He snapped his jaws at her and growled.

“Lady, let go,” he barked at her.

Blinking at the tiny dragon, Bluebell made an ‘o’ with her mouth, “You talk! Oh my fucking god!” jumping up, she let out a whoop, “Fuck yeah! I’m Mulan and your my Mushu! Let’s do this shit!”

She was prepared! Ready since she was a little girl for this day. To be chosen by a princess companion. It wouldn’t even matter if that was what this was or not, she was fucking rolling with it. She loved that damn movie!

“Oh! I need my sword! And armor! Fuck I don’t have anything historical. Will leather work?” she tapped her chin, “It’s going to have to until I can get Minion to make something new.”