Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

That smile makes Syx’s chest tighten, but… every version he knew of the Glaupunks were heros or cops or something on the ‘good’ side of the law… so… there wasn’t any reason to worry. Right.

Chin up and putting on a cockier show of himself and trying to bury his nerves, Syx, nodded in response, and held out his hand towards the dog in a friendly way. He did adore dogs. 

“I take it you just can’t resist this blue visage?” he boasted, “This city is just filled, isn’t it?” so many doubles and versions, but he wasn’t sure how publicly he want to announce that, so kept it vague, “What should I call you anyway?”

[For all of his bravado, it’s clear to her that he recognizes her as something of a threat. Now, that could be because of a myriad of things, but it’s most likely just because his sense of self-preservation isn’t shit. For the moment, she stops a conversational distance away, not pressing his space yet.]

-Fakk 2 stops when Mistress does and sits. The blue man is interesting, but she isn’t going to get in Mistress’s way.-

Yes, there are a lot of you. You guys are a lot like cockroaches in terms of numbers and durability. [She scoffs, not about to let him have the high ground in their conversation.] I am Wendalyn Scott. And you are?

Syx raised a brow and crossed his arms. So she was going straight to insults. That at least removed the option of goody-two-shoes type. But it did go with the dangerous look about her.

“Wendalyn, huh,” he mulled that over. Still a Scott. Safe to guess just as powered as the heroes he knew. Or at least his assumption unless proven otherwise, “Pleasure.”

“You can call me Syx or Mr. Blue. My other name is far too common around here,” he carefully avoided saying Megamind out loud. He was slowly getting more used to being addressed by Syx and it made passerby and cops far less suspicious of him than his villainous name. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, wondering if she’d take the low hanging fruit and mock his name.

animatedamerican:

isolationiste:

sirdef:

sirdef:

sirdef:

i did that adult thing you can do where you buy an entire cake and just eat it

i am eating an entire cake

update: there is more cake than i imagined. 

i see now why my parents didn’t let me do this

never do this again

The trick to buying an entire cake and eating it is you don’t eat it all at once.

But, and this is crucial, not because someone else is controlling your portions.  Because it’s your cake.  Because you don’t have to worry that if you don’t finish it now, somebody will take the rest away.  Because you can eat as much cake as you feel like eating and then stop, and the remaining cake will still be there when you want some more.  Which may be in an hour or may be in a couple of days.

Own your cake.  Cake responsibly.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”

His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”

Harrison let out a warm breath at those delightful teeth.  “I-I’m all yours right now,” he replied huskily, before turning his head abruptly. Without warning he  captured Syx’s lips with his own.  His slender hands snaked up to the sides of his lover’s giant blue head, and pulled Syx in closer.  Meanwhile Harrison’s insistent lips and clever tongue deepened the kiss, challenging Syx to give him more and harder and rougher before abruptly pulling away.

“Any more, and you’ll be eating dinner in uncomfortable pants.  Leather is not very forgiving when wet,” he replied smugly, his eyebrows dancing with glee at having stolen such a rough kiss.  

“So you are,” Syx delighted, this turned into a gasp at the sudden kiss, eagerly returning it. His hands wandered, snaking up the back of Harrison’s jacket and finding skin through the open mesh shirt to his delight. 

When Harrison abruptly pulled away, Syx narrowed his eyes and spun in the seat to pin Harrison against the seat. Leaning over his date, Syx grinned, eyes dancing mischievously, “Yes, but moist underwear is far less obvious than going into the place with a stiffy,” he chuckled, “Are you sure you want to play this game, naughty boy?”

Harrison laughed as Syx spun him, pinning him to the seat with a slender blue body so similar and yet so different than his own.  He reached up to trail a long blue finger down Syx’s thin chest, once more admiring just how good the villain looked in his gifted shirt.  

“While I do love to play games,” he drawled, unable to wipe a mischievous smirk from his face.  “Perhaps this game should have rules.  I’d hate to pop out of these pants and I’d hate for you to chafe in that delectable leather.  At least in public.  I propose we limit the groping and licking until after dinner, what do you think?”  He raised his eyebrow, ever the businessman offering a deal.  

A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”

Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.

“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay. 

Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night. 

“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”

As soon as those panties drop, Harrison longs to drop with them.   He needs to find out if the other blue man tastes as good as he smells.  He wants to be on the floor – on his knees – his face buried in that slit.  He wants to eat Syx out until his tentacle fills his mouth and then explore the very best way to suck him off.  Instinctively he leans, trying to get closer, but Wayne’s grip on his wrists is too perfect for him to break away.  Instead he can only whine.  The discussion of a venue change barely registers.  

[It’s good to see that he’s not the only one that’s nervous. It does make him wonder where all of that dominant confidence went, though. Before he can get too far into questioning how much of that has been an act, Harrison’s spike of lust hits him like a punch in the gut. Wayne has to take a moment to clear his mind.]

[He scoops Harrison into his arms since it’s quite doubtful that his mate is up for navigating to the bedroom and begin following Syx.] I don’t know if you noticed while you were in there before, but the rig attached to the wall above the bed is for adjustable restraints, if you would prefer.

Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”

He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero. 

Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”

His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

He’s still looking between Syx and the water, recognizing the type of gesture the other alien was using. Even if the words weren’t anything he knew, that at least he did. Focusing more fully on the older being, he blinks, eyes briefly greying with the motion.

Repeating the greeting, this time it’s expanded, rapidfire questions about where he was, what Syx was saying, what it meant. Still fearful and wary, despite that he chances inching closer.

Syx blinked at the little being. Tipping his head he recognized that the sounds were likely language but he couldn’t understand any of it. Clearly, it wasn’t anything used on Earth. He looked up to where Minion was inside, calling out quietly as to not disturb the little child.

“Minion?” he barely raised his voice, “Minion, come here but do it quietly. I don’t want to scare it? him? her? away.”

Syx’s motion has the child shying away a step again, solid-black eyes focused on the blue teenager. Different, true, but whether that difference was safe he didn’t know.

Had to take that chance, focus momentarily flickering away toward the water before trilling softly and stepping within arm’s reach.

“Ah!” Syx involuntarily shouted as the little fish baby came closer. He put his arms out to intercept it, “Hey, hey now.”

While trying to catch the toddler? in case he bolted, Syx missed Minion’s arrival. In his rough and bulky suit, his steps were loud and heavy as came up holding a coat he planned on forcing on his ward, “Please don’t tell me you found another dog, Sir.”

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

The hiss had Syx pausing, just kneeling where he was with his hands open, “It’s okay… no one will hurt you…”

The little one looked so scared and he couldn’t help but recall his first days on this planet. The being had to be alien, right? Did it have a parent it needed to get back to? Or was it alone?

“It’s okay,” he murmured again, unsure what else to do.

He’s still looking between Syx and the water, recognizing the type of gesture the other alien was using. Even if the words weren’t anything he knew, that at least he did. Focusing more fully on the older being, he blinks, eyes briefly greying with the motion.

Repeating the greeting, this time it’s expanded, rapidfire questions about where he was, what Syx was saying, what it meant. Still fearful and wary, despite that he chances inching closer.

Syx blinked at the little being. Tipping his head he recognized that the sounds were likely language but he couldn’t understand any of it. Clearly, it wasn’t anything used on Earth. He looked up to where Minion was inside, calling out quietly as to not disturb the little child.

“Minion?” he barely raised his voice, “Minion, come here but do it quietly. I don’t want to scare it? him? her? away.”