Personal Investigation

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kmcp8reporter:

“Ah, that makes sense-” Roxanne stopped mid sentence as Harrison, her eyes sliding over to the blue man. God, he sounded so much like Megamind right then. Especially when they were in mid-banter and he’d call her temptress. But the way Harrison said it, he had to be flirting with her… flirting… 

Something clicked in the back of her head, her face going blank, “Oh my god. He was flirting with me.”

Harrison had hoped his flirting would get a reaction, though this reaction certainly wasn’t what he had in mind.  It doesn’t take a mega mind to figure out who ‘he’ was.  He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m assuming you mean your Megamind. I don’t know him personally, but that sounds about right.  I certainly don’t blame him.  You’re beautiful, smart, creative, and witty.  I’m happily married, but that’s everything I would look for in a mate,” he replied, unable to wipe the bemused grin from his face.  “If your Megamind didn’t have a crush on you, I would be shocked.”

Roxanne had gotten used to having both compliments and insults hurled at her over her looks during her time as a reporter. She’d gotten used to letting both just slide off of her for the most part. The only opinions she took seriously were those of Wayne, Minion, and Megamind. She found herself accepting Harrison’s compliments at face value and thus she wasn’t sure how to react. Half between humble, embarrassed, and still in shock.

“Mate? That’s an odd way to put it,” he’d said earlier that there was a Megamind that was married to a Roxanne. Now it was more than just a thought. A what if. Her Megamind was attracted to her. The way Harrison spoke of it made it sound like, “Megamind and Roxanne are a common couple?” her voice had a distant quality, she felt disconnected as her brain fought to process and analyze every kidnapping through this new light. Face drawn, she denied her dark fantasies, “Well it’s not like I would ever date a villain. He has to know he doesn’t have a chance.” 

All that he’d believed for so long that she’d been dating Wayne. All the better that he was having a thing with Wayne now. It was… better this way. Even if she’d lost both of them from the looks of it so far. 

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

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

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

[TXT: *not even having words for how much the touch means to mean, how much i need it* I want this forever ]

[TXT MSG: *mutter a happy sound of agreement and presses our foreheads together* Yes.  My overlord.  My Syx.  *kisses you softly on the lips, not wanting to let you go*]

[TXT: My captive, my Harrison, ~mine~ *binds you in my arms as I return the head nuzzles affectionately and contentedly* ]

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

hel-inherbones:

laerkeodinsdottir:

hel-inherbones:

Well I’m 5′4″ and Laerke!mun is slightly shorter than I am.

I’m 5’2" and went to what was basically lumberjack college and everyone there was Too Tall.

My dad’s 6′1″ so I’m used to tall people.

I’m 4′ 11″ so everyone is giant size for me XD

(( omg so tiny! I’m average: 5′5″ ))

WHO YOU CALL TINY!!! HOW DARE YOUUUUUUU

(( >_> <_< noooooooo nonono it wasn’t me shhhhhh ))

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“Laser heated cocoa?” Syx laughed, “Wouldn’t it just burn the cups?” he’d never seen his own Wayne use his lasers for anything that show-offy since their school days. 

He leaned into Harrison’s touch, one arm wrapping around the other blue man’s waist, though his eyes slid to Wayne to watch his body language. Relaxing enough to joke, Syx made an innocent face at Wayne, finger to his lips, “Pwetty pwease?”

Harrison laughed.  He knew better than anyone how much his mate liked it when blue boys were naughty.  And since Syx was playing along, he decided to play it up.  Shifting he sensually pressed his body against the other alien, one hand sliding around Syx’s waist to allllmost cup his little blue butt.  With his head still turned to face Wayne, he licks his lips before giving his mate a devilish and seductive grin.  His lips were still dangerously close to Syx’s.  

“Please baby?” he says in a husky seductive tone that leaves little to the imagination.  “We’ll try so hard to be good.”

[’Burn the cups’? Either Syx thinks that their cups are super cheap or thinks that he has so little control over his powers. Either way, that means that he has a trick or two to show this Megamind.] Not when you are as good as I am.

[Blushing ever so faintly at the suggestive display, Wayne rolls his eyes at the pair and turns away to focus on the far less hot cocoa. Taking Syx’s cup in one hand, he presses two fingers of his free hand to his temple with a flourish and aims a weak beam into the murky liquid. If he were trying to be less showy, he wouldn’t bother with the temple thing and would stir the cocoa as it heats, but what fun is that in front of a Megamind?]

Syx drew in a breath of anticipation as Harrison’s hands moved over him, hardly able to help how his body reacted to the potential behind those motions. This was a game, he understood games and enjoyed them. It was only without rules in place he wasn’t sure how far he could go… it wasn’t as fun to break the rules when you didn’t realize you were breaking them. Still…

Pushing it a bit further, the villain shifted in Harrison’s arms, one hand sliding along the man’s inner thigh, “Just as much of a show-off with that temple thing,” he whispered conspiratorily to Harrison, knowing Wayne could hear, before cheering on the hero, “Savior of my cocoa, defender of breakfast.”

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

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

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

[TXT: *removing more of the ropes and nuzzling into your neck, loving your arms around me* Harrison~ *soft movements and kisses to your lovely blue skin while I free you so we can hold each other* ]

[TXT MSG: *once free I curl into you, shivering slightly as I come down. Nuzzling you and rubbing our foreheads together, needing your tenderness as much as your dominance*  ]

[TXT: *not even having words for how much the touch means to mean, how much i need it* I want this forever ]

Personal Investigation

dark-blue-mondays:

kmcp8reporter:

Brows lowered thoughtfully, Roxanne held her coffee as she listened. Magic… sure why not really. Just one more thing to add to the odd things in this city and another research topic for later. God, she was going to have zero free time.

“Pheramones? So like an ant or a bee?” She looked over at him as she sat back, “Like you can smell fear? Must make poker easier.”

Harrison laughed.  “It has to be really strong for me to get anything off a human under normal circumstances.  You humans don’t quite excrete the right signals.  I say smell, but its not quite like I do it with my nose.  There are electrochemical receptors all over my skin.  Which means the longer we play strip poker, the better I get.”  

He gave her a flirty wink and his voice dropped to a velvety purr.  “Direct skin to skin contact is even better.”

“Ah, that makes sense-” Roxanne stopped mid sentence as Harrison, her eyes sliding over to the blue man. God, he sounded so much like Megamind right then. Especially when they were in mid-banter and he’d call her temptress. But the way Harrison said it, he had to be flirting with her… flirting… 

Something clicked in the back of her head, her face going blank, “Oh my god. He was flirting with me.”