[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: *taking your cock into my mouth and bobbing eagerly, deepthroating you as I suck you down* ]

[TXT MSG: *I cum hard, back arching and straining against my ropes, my shouts of pleasure muffled by your tentacle still stuffed in my mouth like a gag. Loving every minute of punishment from my overlord*]

[TXT: *I drink up every drop you give me, licking you clean before I pull off. Turning around and kissing you deeply, enjoying my taste on your lips* good boy~ ]

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

Syx bit his lip, if he brought this man to the Evil Lair he’d need to run it by Anna and Minion first. It would be easier in a more neutral location… maybe at one of the secondary lairs. He’d just need a bit to have one freshened up a bit from its disuse as anything other than storage. But the one he had in mind was fairly well stocked for emergency use.

Making a mental note of what he’d need to have the Brain Bots do in prep, Syx told the devil before him to location. This way he wasn’t giving out his main home… just in case. Looking at Zagam with a more appreciative eye as he got used to the gothic horned angle look, he hummed, “Next Friday evening? Dinner and I’ll show you my toy collection,” he said mostly referring to his stored bots and inventions, “Deal?”

The devil tilted his head and raised his left eyebrow, observing how Syx began to think hardly about his past offer. There is a huge chance he just plans to take it back, regreting the invitation after discover his true nature. Which is understandable….

“Syx…” he thought in tell him that they can leave it for the next time but the blue alien already fixed a date. He smiles softly and nods once with the head. – “Would be nice, yes. I’ll see you on friday. and one advice, don’t use the *deal* word with other demons. might be a little troublesome.” he chuckles lightly. “where we shall meet?”

“Ah… I’ll keep that in mind,” Syx smiled wryly at his mistake, “It’s in the industrial district. An old fire station,” he gave the street address, “It’s covered in graffiti, but the wall you’re looking for will be marked with a sideways blue six and ‘go away’,” he narrowed his eyes, “I’ll put out the entrance mat too… the door is holographically camouflaged.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

Syx gasped and arched as her fingers brushed his hole. Panting he let out a breathy laugh, “It doesn’t help if neither of us make a decision.”

Taking change he rolled over and pinned her to the cushions. His hands on her wrists and his lips skimmed over her throat, “Maybe I should tie my naughty indecisive tiger up?”

Anna gasped softly as she was suddenly pinned to the couch, making a low noise as she let her hips thrust up to him in a gentle wave of motion. “..I think that is a wonderful idea..” she practically purred the words, a wave of pure lust and desire rolling through her at the idea of him being in complete control of her.

Letting his tentacle curl against her pussy for a bit as his breath mingled with hers, Syx finally pulled off with a groan of need. Pulling her up with him, he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest, moaning into her ear, “I have suspicion hooks in the ceiling~” the idea taking hold in his mind, “Perfect for such a naughty little tiger.”

📚

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“You are enjoying this way too much. I must admit you provide a better verbal opponent than most.”

“As if enjoyin’ somethin’ was a ba’ thing.” The compliment, such as it was, she doesn’t comment on.

“I really have nowhere to go from that… but! As you say, I should know who you are instead of comparing you to your dimensional counterparts. Very well,”

“Perhaps some sort of peace offering is in order? A breaking of bread. If Italian is suitable, there is an available restaurant that might serve as at least semi-neutral territory.”

♋

sincerest-flattery:

syx-blue:

Send ♋ For Our Muses To Swap Bodies!

He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.

@sincerest-flattery

Disoriented, it takes Veda somewhat longer to realize what was going on. Finding herself in a completely different space, for one, has the cyborg initially confused. The unfamiliar feeling of fatigue, as well, is cause for concern.

Squinting as if that would relieve the unwelcome feeling, distress doesn’t come immediately. Syx’s entrance in what at first seems like a mirror image of her own appearance merely heightens that confusion, not immediately realizing what’s happened.

@syx-blue

Syx had to break in. The security immediately seeing him as an intruder in this strange body, even as he fought to put in the correct deactivation codes. Why had he thought it a good idea to voice automate so much? He shook his arm to try and dislodge an angry brain bot, “Damn it! It’s Daddy! Daddy!”

Looking around the large warehouse for clues, his eyes fall on himself. Pointing at the blue man sitting at his desk, Syx isn’t entirely sure what is going on. It very well could just be another version of himself, but evil gods the person is even wearing his ratty old band t-shirt. Pointing dramatically, a brain bot dangling off his elbow, he shouts, “You! Command them to decease intruder alert!”

@sincerest-flattery

She arrives. (Celly)

thevoidcomes:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…

He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.

The way she? it? looked around had Syx scrambling up, “You want to leave? Okay okay oh-kay!”

Not taking his eyes off of her, Syx backed up towards the large doors he got his mechs in and out of, “T-this way?”

“Yes. Thankyou.” She bows her head slightly and as Syx backs away she notices he was heading towards doors.

Ah, perfect!

Floating along, following him, she does her best to duck out of the way of anything hanging, unfortunately if it got caught in her hair it was done for. Being nine feet tall and floating wasn’t a good combination for being inside anywhere, building or otherwise.

Eyes wide Syx cried out as he watched her floating hair eat half a bomb, “Aah, watch out!”

He held up his hands, torn between stopping her and urging her to exit faster.

[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: *shuddering over you as I get close to coming again, having to take my mouth off of you to gaps for air* oh god Harrison, more~ *my tentacle writhing in your mouth, pushing deeper. Muscles twitching as I fill your mouth with thick sweet fluid as I cum again* ]

[TXT MSG: *your cum trickles out of my mouth, more than I can swallow as I try to gulp it down with your tentacle still in my mouth. And all the while I’m moaning around you, so proud of myself for making my overlord cum*]

[TXT: *tentacle twitching in aftershocks I go back to licking on your cock* I want your taste~ cum for me, you’ve earned it ]

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

With her pants gone, Syx hitched her legs over his thin hips. His tentacle sliding eagerly along her folds as he continued their tongue war. The slick mobile dick adding it’s lubrication to her pussy. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it and pulling. His hands smoothing over her sides as he growled, “How do you want me?”

Her body arched for him as she felt his tentacle slide along her, a soft exclamation losing itself in his mouth as they continued to kiss as he pleasured her. His growled question had her breath catching in her throat, desire igniting even hotter within her.

“However you want me..” she breathed, her hands reaching around his slim hips, gripping his ass so that her fingers brushed by his entrance.

Syx gasped and arched as her fingers brushed his hole. Panting he let out a breathy laugh, “It doesn’t help if neither of us make a decision.”

Taking change he rolled over and pinned her to the cushions. His hands on her wrists and his lips skimmed over her throat, “Maybe I should tie my naughty indecisive tiger up?”

First Meetings

mollisvocali:

|| syx-blue || SYX.

“Huh,” Syx pursed his lips and nodded, “That’s good then.”

He had no idea what to do or talk about but he was determined. He wanted to bond with the people in Emma’s life, the ones she talked so fondly of. This is what normal people did, right? Even his Uncles thought he needed to socialize more.

“Do you like robots?” he blurted out at near random, “Do… you want to see my robot?”

Joey pressed his lips together at the boys interest and comment on the subject. Part of him wanted to pry the boys brain and find out why his curiosity was there, but based on his attire and the few piercings of his own it was no doubt a personal fascination with body-modification. Joey himself was a shy person, but the skill of being able to ~~hide it~~ came with his age, forcing himself into conversation to try and break the habit.

❝ Robots? ❞ That had his brows ^raising. ❝ Hmmm, well to be honest –– I don’t know much about them. My knowledge of robots is RoboCop. ❞ He explains, shifting his weight before he looked back to the boy. ❝ Never mind… It’s ~~old men~~ stuff –– show me. ❞ He says, assuming Syx had never heard of RoboCop before. Or if he had, maybe not seen the show itself.

“RoboCop is a cyborg not a robot,” Syx rolled his eyes, “Those are cool too, but it’s not A.I. True artificial intelligence is a pain in the ass, but there are so many awesome breakthroughs happening!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet now. His excitement over his passions always seemed to at least temporarily blow past his anxiety, “I build one that can cook! And I made a thinking one on top of the Siri code. I’m trying to integrate everything together, but it glitches put all the time.”

📚

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“Mrs. Delic, just because I’m capable of building advanced technological marvels and can code artificial intelligence programs in my sleep, does not equate having a functional understanding of all the nuances of human biology.”

“Tha’ still sounds like a problem ya create’ for yourself, doesn’ i’?”

“You’re the one of us who is current;y pregnant. I’m fairly certain that is your problem.”