Halloween Town

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Looking around in wonder, Bluebell was glad she never went anywhere without her de-gun on her. Just in case. Still… nothing her looked terrifying, more just… unsettling. Like watching that girl’s head spin around. That was… yeah that was fucked up.

Placing a hand on her hip, Bell looked up at the taller girl, “Digging the gothic princess look. Just don’t tell me you’re the witch of Halloweens past. Because I am not interested in changing my evil ways.”

She was still somewhat worried one of the candies she’d eaten earlier was laced with something. Maybe Psycho Delic had gassed her as a holiday prank?

Scarborough arched an eyebrow, then threw back her head and cackled, grinning her skeleton grin. It fit just as well on her own rag doll face as it did on her father’s skull. “Oh, Branwenn, you were right!” she exclaimed, talking to the raven on her shoulder. “This one really is new to Halloween Town!” She flicked a lock of auburn and jet yarn-like hair over her unoccupied shoulder and turned her attention back to the costumed being. “If I were a witch, I’d be flying about with them. I’m Scarborough Skellington, Princess of the Pumpkin Patch,” she said with another joyous cackle.

Bluebell arched her eyebrows at the girl, that smile really made her feel like this had to be a dream, “Halloween town huh?” rocking back on her heels with her hands on her hips, she decided it was best just to roll with it for now, “Megamind, Incredibly Criminal Genius Handsome Mistress of all Villainy of Metrocity.”

She rhymed the city name with atrocity, as in her mind, that’s what it was. Her chin held high, she grinned widely, showing her real teeth under the painted on ones, “But you can just call me, Megamind.”

Can’t Get Enough

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“Shut up.” Wayne groans, hiding his face against Sheldon’s chest once more and grumbling in embarrassment.

When she began that, Wayne went even redder and grabbed a couch pillow, chucking it at her with a frown.

“That’s gross, don’t even go there.” Wayne growls, then when Sheldon brought that up, he bit his lip and hummed.

“Well when it was wrapped around me and I had my hand down there, felt a fair few bumps~” He purrs against his lover’s skin and slips a hand down inside of his robe to stroke his slim hip gently.

“Reminds me, I never really counted yours~” He knew how old Sheldon was, but really he just wanted to tease and work his lover up, in front of Bell.

Sheldon let out a soft whine, rising up with his hands on Wayne’s shoulders, “You’d best do a thorough job, just to be sure,” he gasped, cheeks flushed as he looked back towards Bell, “You could always… help him keep the number straight.”

He had a feeling that she wanted to see him just as much as he did her. To see a tentacle that wasn’t his own… god, he never thought he’d have the opportunity.

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Biting her finger, Bluebell sat in rapt fascination, one hand wandering between her legs as she got comfortable. Just cupping herself as her eyes darkened, “You are naughty boys.”

Smirking, she commented, “You got plenty of bumps yourself there, big boy. Gotta say, I love that pretty ring too~”

Pre-established Relationship Meme – 💙 Complicated XD (((with Drago all its complicated.))

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“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”

Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips.

“Do you even know where we are? Did we move when I wasn’t looking? Otherwise, your confusing sand storms and snow storms,” Bluebell replied with a raised eyebrow. Taking another chug from her beer she waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, mister one track mind.”

“Doom Syndicate is run by Psycho Delic. Tall ass purple guy with atrocious fashion sense. Looks like someone rolled him through a thrift store from the 80s. Mostly he sells drugs. Depending on which one you get it could be hard stuff or not. There’s a few running around? All the doubles and shit. One guy has some bitching clubs,” Bell laughed, “He has a whole crew of other super villains, but the roster changes based on who you get. Either way, they have the mistaken impression of their own power. It’s funny and I just like messing with them.”

-Yes, you moved some inches for the weight of your head. – Drago thought while rolled his eyes dramatically –

the things that interests him more, was the information, not the weather or her crazy experiments, to fake she has powers. – “for the description you re giving me, makes them look more like a common gang or a casual mafia. There is anything else that give them the title of villain? sounds pretty lame to me. “ Drago frowned, very dissapointed about it. “How many are they?”.

“Dude, the fuck separates a gang from a villain?” Bluebell arched her eyebrows, “Presentation! They’re the fucking Doom Syndicate. Gonna stick to the one’s I’ve fought cuz I know them best, k?”

She bounced up to her feet, pacing and gesturing as she spoke, “Psycho, he’s the purple one, smoke powers man. And drugs. He can fuck you up! Ever had an acid trip? Not just that either. Chlorine gas. Nerve toxin. Doesn’t have a limit that I know. Saw him drop a fucker with this fucking twisted grin as he and that bitch daughter of his were just laughing. Never even touched the guy but the dude just started choking and skin burst out into damn boils.”

“Then the rest of the team! So Hot Flash, flaming pink hair, you can’t miss her, rumor has it she burning a whole town down in Louisianna. To fucking aaaassssh. The whole thing. Personally, I’ve seen her fire and it scares the shit out of me. Bitch is crazy and she burned a bar to the ground cuz a guy slapped her ass. Fun to drink with, though, and damn can she kill a pool table. That was a fun night! Ha!” Bell laughed.

“I told you about the Crimson Fucker? That’s Psycho Delic’s daughter. Fiery Hell Cat, that one. More fire, bad mouth. Rather wild and totally fucking glued to her dad’s hip. Daddy’s little Princess,” she teased with a giggle, she actually really liked Lyn, but she was still going to tease her.

“Last but not least! The Destruction Worker! He’s their accountant, but don’t picture a nerdy little thing. He is really fucking good at manipulating number, though. Fuck me! I hacked their accounts once and daaaaaaaaamn I wish I could afford to have him do mine as well! But I digress. He’s a mountain of a guy, I swear he must take those things bodybuilders take, and again, flipping crazy. No powers, just tech. Trademark is JackHammers and an orange cone and destroying major buildings and bridges throughout the city,” she snorted. While she respected the man’s brilliance in finance, he was a short-sighted moron in villainy.

“Other than that, it’s mostly goons,” she shrugged, “Not sure about the roster of the other team. But standard seems to be three to five powerful individuals.”

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!”

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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.”

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Hiding her bike in an alley and turning on the invisibility field, Bluebell danced out into the street looking for her mark. In her headphones, Rhianna blasted, the young villainess singing along, “Don’t act like you forgot, I call the shots -”

Spotting the workshop she’d decided to hit earlier, Bluebell skipped over to the back of it and with a small wiggle of excitement, broke out her infiltration kit. Strapping goggles to her face with a snap and grinning like a mad woman, she flipped the switch on her device and killed the power to the building and pulling out her de-gun, de-hydrated the back door to make her entrance.

When the lights go out, there’s a loud clatter from inside, drowning out the sound of the door-cube falling to the floor. Followed by the sound of someone’s muffled voice in the dark, Lucy trying to find her way through the maze of desks and shelving in order to find some source of light.

So much for finishing what she’d hoped to today.

Turning off the disguise watch so she could be truly and properly evil, Bell skipped in. With the night vision activated, she easily dodged the obstacles around. Throwing out her most evil voice she announced to any workers present, “Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare~ the big bad wolf has come to huff and puff and blow you AWAY!”

De-gun in hand, Bell looked for movement. All she needed to do was cube anyone in here and then she could easily pick through the shop for any useful tech. It would be a cakewalk.

Halloween Town

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Halloween was in full swing, and everyone in the town gathered and romped and sang and shrieked and screamed…this had to be their best year yet. And it wasn’t even close to over. Scarborough cackled ecstatically along with the witches who flew across the moon, dancing through the coloured smoke and fog her mother’s potions had created. Her gown–an outfit she saved for Halloween every year–flowed dangerously around her, the skirt woven through with dead, black roses and thorns, but the tall, slim rag doll never tripped or tangled in the hems. She had all the dark grace of a ballerina dancing the Black Swan’s solo.

In all the craziness, it wasn’t until Branwenn flew down and alighted on her shoulder that Scarborough noticed the one skeleton who seemed out of place. The one skeleton who didn’t look quite like the others. For one thing, this one had an awed, confused look on their face, and their bones were far too white to be real. Not to mention she couldn’t see the street and trees through the gaps in the skeleton’s bones. They looked like they were wearing one of the humans’ costumes. Scarborough slowly tilted her head until it turned completely upside down on her neck, her curiosity piqued. She let her head return to its natural position and glided toward the stranger.

Looking around in wonder, Bluebell was glad she never went anywhere without her de-gun on her. Just in case. Still… nothing her looked terrifying, more just… unsettling. Like watching that girl’s head spin around. That was… yeah that was fucked up.

Placing a hand on her hip, Bell looked up at the taller girl, “Digging the gothic princess look. Just don’t tell me you’re the witch of Halloweens past. Because I am not interested in changing my evil ways.”

She was still somewhat worried one of the candies she’d eaten earlier was laced with something. Maybe Psycho Delic had gassed her as a holiday prank?

Can’t Get Enough

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“Please Shelly, whaaaat~” Sheldon purred as he licked the shell of Wayne’s ear. Another tug on the golden ring as Sheldon slid to straddle his lover’s thigh. Lust clouding his mind with Wayne’s scent until he almost forgot about their guest.

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“Little bat kisses,” Bell replied just as cutely, rolling to get her feet under her again when they finally got off the phone with each other. Finishing her cocoa and returning to the main living room, the scent of the two boys about knocked her on her ass. She whimpered in the back of her throat, one hand moving to cup her slit. Her tentacle had only just resheathed not too long ago, her body still attuned and overly sensitive.

Biting her lower lip, she edged further into the living room, eyes locked on the couch and the display before her. Should she just…. go? Leave them to it? Surely she wasn’t actually wanted here.

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Catching a whiff of her arousal, Sheldon moaned, hips rolled against Wayne before he could catch himself. A light blush on his cheeks, he glanced up to Bell, “Everything alright?”

“P-please more… I need more…” Wayne pants softly, bringing his head forwards and pressing his face in against Sheldon’s neck, biting and sucking softly while arching his hips up in a plea.

When Sheldon rolled against him, Wayne groaned deeply, at the same time catching on to Bell’s arousal, realising she’d come back in.

Looking over Sheldon’s shoulder at her, Wayne blushed deeply and buried his face into his blue lover’s neck once more.

Bell started at being addressed, trying to pull her confidence together agian, “My sugar mamma just wanted all the juicy details.”

She boasted, running a hand over her hips as she eyed the pair. She could smell both of them and her curiosity spiked. She hadn’t actually seen much of Wayne cock and very little of Sheldon. Straightening, she boldly decided to fuck everything despite her hammering heart, and sauntered back to the sitting area. Plopping her butt in a chair near them, she shrugged a shoulder, “Don’t let me stop you.”

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Removing his hand from Wayne’s cock with a light blush of so openly being sexual around someone he didn’t really know, Sheldon quirked his lips at her sass. When she seated herself with a good view, his eyebrows crept up his forehead. Chewing his lip, he leaned forward into Wayne. Really this wasn’t all that different from the times when he had his mistress… the same exciting naughtiness.

“Enjoying the view, my dear?” he purred and licked Wayne’s neck.

Can’t Get Enough

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“Evil knows I want that gooey goody butt of yours!” Bell declared, drawing out an evil laughter, “I get my ass destroyed and I shall come triumphantly to my queen for inspection,” she giggled clucked her tongue suggestively, “You can play guess what went up there~”

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Meanwhile, Sheldon was distractedly toying with his boy, slowly twisting the gold and diamond cock piercing of their engagement as he nibbled on his lover’s ear. He should behave himself with someone over… but this was someone Wayne had fucked and Shelly was needy and possessive. This cock was his, he’d claimed it. Sharing was and could happen… but everyone needed to know who it was that actually owned this cock.

“Heee, sounds good to me darling. Alright I better go, I took a night time shift watch so, gotta make good on that! Can’t wait to see you again and hear allll about your good time! Kisses!” Wyn says cutely to Bell, giving her kisses across the line again and once they’d both said goodbye more times than necessary, finally hung up and got up to get into her suit again for hero work.

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Wayne was at Sheldon’s mercy, clutching at the couch cushions, legs spread and his head tipped back, soft whimpers escaping his throat as his lover played with his piercing.

Every single time, it was like an instant turn-on button for him. Whenever Sheldon touched it and played with it, he got hard so quickly at the sheer reminder of who’s he was, who he’d gotten this done for and what it meant between them.

Though, he was getting a little fidgety at the teasing. It was too little, and he wanted more.
“P-please, Shelly…”

“Please Shelly, whaaaat~” Sheldon purred as he licked the shell of Wayne’s ear. Another tug on the golden ring as Sheldon slid to straddle his lover’s thigh. Lust clouding his mind with Wayne’s scent until he almost forgot about their guest.

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“Little bat kisses,” Bell replied just as cutely, rolling to get her feet under her again when they finally got off the phone with each other. Finishing her cocoa and returning to the main living room, the scent of the two boys about knocked her on her ass. She whimpered in the back of her throat, one hand moving to cup her slit. Her tentacle had only just resheathed not too long ago, her body still attuned and overly sensitive.

Biting her lower lip, she edged further into the living room, eyes locked on the couch and the display before her. Should she just…. go? Leave them to it? Surely she wasn’t actually wanted here.

—

Catching a whiff of her arousal, Sheldon moaned, hips rolled against Wayne before he could catch himself. A light blush on his cheeks, he glanced up to Bell, “Everything alright?”