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bakerstreet2018-09-02 05:11 pm
[Slowposting prose preferred, assumed cr preferred if cross-canon. Either Winter Soldier or after. Also open to some au settings]
[ Check journal for kinks! ]
Edited 2018-09-03 00:24 (UTC)
[Feel free to message with anything re: canonpoints, assumed cr or canon au, etc. Just trying him so be gentle. OOC anyway. ;D]
[ Despite efforts to cheer him up, Thor's mood has been grim throughout most of the journey toward Midgard.
Now that he's had a chance to breathe, his mind wanders to the loss of his father, of Asgard, and his old friends. Many times he finds himself seeking out Loki just to be sure he's really still there. The sudden responsibility of rule lies heavily upon his shoulders, something he'd tried to avoid before but now has no option but to accept. His people are depending on him, see him as a beacon of hope despite all they have lost.
For all of that, Thor has to remain strong despite his own uncertainties and insecurities. Of those who remain, Loki is the only one who can give him the comfort he requires.
Tonight he sneaks into his brother's cabin well after most have fallen asleep. Shutting the door softly behind himself, he wanders over to the bed where Loki is resting and sits himself down on the edge of the cot. Thor runs a hand through his short hair, eyeing Loki sideways with his remaining eye.
It isn't as though they've never found comfort in one another's arms before, but it has been a long while. Considering everything that has happened in the past few years, it feels like ages have passed since the two have been able to enjoy one another's company without fighting. Maybe, he hopes, tonight will be different. ]
Loki. [ He speaks softly, a slight rasp to his voice. ] I crave your company tonight. Would you share your bed with me?
Now that he's had a chance to breathe, his mind wanders to the loss of his father, of Asgard, and his old friends. Many times he finds himself seeking out Loki just to be sure he's really still there. The sudden responsibility of rule lies heavily upon his shoulders, something he'd tried to avoid before but now has no option but to accept. His people are depending on him, see him as a beacon of hope despite all they have lost.
For all of that, Thor has to remain strong despite his own uncertainties and insecurities. Of those who remain, Loki is the only one who can give him the comfort he requires.
Tonight he sneaks into his brother's cabin well after most have fallen asleep. Shutting the door softly behind himself, he wanders over to the bed where Loki is resting and sits himself down on the edge of the cot. Thor runs a hand through his short hair, eyeing Loki sideways with his remaining eye.
It isn't as though they've never found comfort in one another's arms before, but it has been a long while. Considering everything that has happened in the past few years, it feels like ages have passed since the two have been able to enjoy one another's company without fighting. Maybe, he hopes, tonight will be different. ]
Loki. [ He speaks softly, a slight rasp to his voice. ] I crave your company tonight. Would you share your bed with me?
[The law had to have caught up with them eventually. But once the pair of criminal women were bagged, they were not sent to Arkham but instead a far more secure penal facility; almost completely automated or so the propaganda had trumpeted.
The two of them had been stripped down into nothing but tight-fitting orange prison uniforms, and flimsy pairs of prison flats. Then they had been stuffed into a square 'arena'...left to be forgotten by all. Aside for food pills, amenities, and an exercise set for Harley, the 'arena' was completely bare. It didn't even have bars, it didn't need any.
The borders of the 'arena' were manned by automatic sprayers, and they unleashed a yellow, sticky foam if either woman approached. This rubbery glue was nearly impossible to move in once caught in it, and either Harley or Pamela had to wait for the automated systems to unleash the solvent so they could be freed. Pamela often thought the machinery almost deliberately waited an excessive amount to time to release the solvent in order to punish escape attempts.]
Harley? I'm so bored with this infuriating cell. It's been months already.
[Ivy then looked up at the artificial light, frowning. Her green skin was able to photosynthesize the light into energy, but only barely. Her green pallor seemed a bit paler than usual.]
I...we need to find a way to escape. But I don't think we can.
[Pamela looked at Harley longingly. Being trapped her with her lover was the only bright spot of being interned in this inescapable prison.]
The two of them had been stripped down into nothing but tight-fitting orange prison uniforms, and flimsy pairs of prison flats. Then they had been stuffed into a square 'arena'...left to be forgotten by all. Aside for food pills, amenities, and an exercise set for Harley, the 'arena' was completely bare. It didn't even have bars, it didn't need any.
The borders of the 'arena' were manned by automatic sprayers, and they unleashed a yellow, sticky foam if either woman approached. This rubbery glue was nearly impossible to move in once caught in it, and either Harley or Pamela had to wait for the automated systems to unleash the solvent so they could be freed. Pamela often thought the machinery almost deliberately waited an excessive amount to time to release the solvent in order to punish escape attempts.]
Harley? I'm so bored with this infuriating cell. It's been months already.
[Ivy then looked up at the artificial light, frowning. Her green skin was able to photosynthesize the light into energy, but only barely. Her green pallor seemed a bit paler than usual.]
I...we need to find a way to escape. But I don't think we can.
[Pamela looked at Harley longingly. Being trapped her with her lover was the only bright spot of being interned in this inescapable prison.]
[Hey, interested in a Thomas? If so, do you want to do any specific prompts aside from the obvious ones?]
When Theresa had set out to summon a demon, she hadn't expected it to go like this.
For one, the human body was a surprise. She'd been expecting horns and hellfire. What wasn't a surprise was the body was hot. So hot she had started blushing the minute she'd opened the door to her bedroom to find the demoness waiting for her in the spell circle she'd drawn the night before.
When nothing had happened last night she'd thought she'd somehow botched the whole thing but...maybe it was a time delayed spell? who knew?
Either way she was just glad she wasn't blond. Every other girl in Theresa's school was a stuck up blond bitch who had literally sold their souls to the devil for hotness. Theresa had other plans in mind.
For one, the human body was a surprise. She'd been expecting horns and hellfire. What wasn't a surprise was the body was hot. So hot she had started blushing the minute she'd opened the door to her bedroom to find the demoness waiting for her in the spell circle she'd drawn the night before.
When nothing had happened last night she'd thought she'd somehow botched the whole thing but...maybe it was a time delayed spell? who knew?
Either way she was just glad she wasn't blond. Every other girl in Theresa's school was a stuck up blond bitch who had literally sold their souls to the devil for hotness. Theresa had other plans in mind.
[ Looks like, eleven, and she's a dragon girl, so there's those. ]
(( ota prompts, futas ok ))
Edited 2018-09-03 17:11 (UTC)
[The entire Todoroki family was just too impressive for words. They had a legacy of heroism, tons of money, and of course, Shouto was absolutely gorgeous. She was the kind of gorgeous that didn't even make Ochaco feel jealous. There was just that much of a gap between them. Everyone had a crush on her and the people who had a crush on Ochaco usually did it because it felt more "possible."]
[Ochaco knew it was impossible, though, because she was hiding a secret in-between her legs. She was pretty sure she'd never get a boyfriend because of it. She was worried enough the other girls might find out about it and hate her. After all, she got turned on from seeing them. She always waited until everyone else was done changing in the gym. It was even worse today because it was a pool day. Everyone was out in swimsuits and Ochaco's dick absolutely wouldn't stay calm.]
[Maybe... maybe if she just came once or twice she could go out. She glances over her shoulders carefully. Right, everyone was outside...]
[She reaches down between her legs, running her hand up and down her cock. The image of Shouto comes to her mind: gorgeous, dignified, everything she felt she wasn't. No way would someone like her would be accepting of Ochaco, in the school locker room, stroking her dick and fantasizing about her classmates. It was so dirty and that only made it feel better.]
T- [haah] Todoroki-chan... you're so pretty... I bet your skin is so soft... [she mumbles to herself, not wanting anyone to hear but thrilled at the thought of it] I want to- [mmn!] -to rub my dick all over it...
[Ochaco knew it was impossible, though, because she was hiding a secret in-between her legs. She was pretty sure she'd never get a boyfriend because of it. She was worried enough the other girls might find out about it and hate her. After all, she got turned on from seeing them. She always waited until everyone else was done changing in the gym. It was even worse today because it was a pool day. Everyone was out in swimsuits and Ochaco's dick absolutely wouldn't stay calm.]
[Maybe... maybe if she just came once or twice she could go out. She glances over her shoulders carefully. Right, everyone was outside...]
[She reaches down between her legs, running her hand up and down her cock. The image of Shouto comes to her mind: gorgeous, dignified, everything she felt she wasn't. No way would someone like her would be accepting of Ochaco, in the school locker room, stroking her dick and fantasizing about her classmates. It was so dirty and that only made it feel better.]
T- [haah] Todoroki-chan... you're so pretty... I bet your skin is so soft... [she mumbles to herself, not wanting anyone to hear but thrilled at the thought of it] I want to- [mmn!] -to rub my dick all over it...





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