Me and my friend @juju-on-that-yeet been working on au now called Space Odyssey Trio which is basically Grace from PHM, Simon from Iron Lung and Mark from ISWM on the Hail Mary.
She's writing an amazing fanfic of them, while I'm trying to get Coltland twins angst into it.
Pairing: Simon x Head Engineer Mark
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Self-Hatred, Nightmares, Mild Gore, nothing that's not canon, Panic Attacks, Body Horror, Loss of Limbs
Summary: Simon has learned to accept that he only has nightmares about his past. But what happens when he suddenly has a nice dream for a change?
Author's Note:
This is based on my friend's @juju-on-that-yeet's Time Will Tell, with permission to change things according to my headcanons. Thank you Juju, I appreciate our friendship <3
Side note: This was written before chapter 5, so if anything doesn't match to her canon it's also because of that.
I need that priest whining and moaning under me as I do nothing else just mark him up. Pretty boy covered in hickeys and bite marks, all under collar, so nobody but us and God knows.
Pairing: Jud Duplecity x m!Reader
Rated: Teen and Up
Warnings: Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Homophobia
Other tags: Underage Characters, Birthday Party, Spin the Bottle, First Kiss, Underage Kissing, Not Beta Read
Words: 1.1k
Summary: It's your sweet sixteen and your friends made you play spin the bottle with the man they ship you with.
Author's Note: It's 3am and I might write a second part when I actually have slept enough.
Being the only two (out) gay guys in highschool wasn’t as easy as it sounds. You both swear the other isn’t your type at all, but everyone expects you and treats you like you’re already together and have been since the first meeting. First of all, it’s bothering, really. Annoying, even. Downright, they should shut the fuck up.
Now the second thing always had you hate this school and its walls and people and especially Jud the most. You always groaned by just thinking about it…
There was no one else to go through the typical teenage first times with, but the other guy in your school who’s attracted to men, like you do. It was a sad reality you ignored for years. Right up until your sweet sixteenth birthday and that damned bottle game. You invited your friends, who brought their friends, who brought Jud. Everything was fine and dandy. You partied, you ate cake and junk food. But most importantly, you stayed up late enough that someone brought out alcohol. Deep down you knew you would be scolded for it the next day, but at the time you didn’t find it in you to care what your parents will think.
The bottle spinning game came naturally, for the others at least. For you, it felt too awkward at first to join. Not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable and then be called the creep in school. But they nagged you about it, how they can’t play it without the birthday boy until you finally gave in, only to notice Jud in among the circle and prayed to God for good luck.
Apparently, God doesn’t like you.
On your very first spin, it landed right on Jud. A loud cheer booming through the house before everyone started chanting “Kiss kiss kiss!”. Enough to make you both blush and you hide your face in embarrassment. Why couldn’t your parents just wake up and tell everyone to leave?
You looked up at Jud, watching his red face for a second, looking for any kind of negative emotions, so you have a reason to call it off and maybe, hopefully end the night right there. Only to see those beautiful blue eyes stare at him with a pitiful, pleading look in them. Was the guy always this good looking, or was it just the alcohol finally kicking in? Whatever it was, it had you finally move closer to Jud, staring right back at him with confident intent.
The kiss was short and quick, too quick as some of the others complained, but it was enough for you, Jud and an important thought to form in your mind. Kissing someone felt good… Kissing Jud felt really good. Too good even. Felt like the first bite of the forbidden apple. Something that gave you the knowledge you’ve been missing out on your whole life until it finally happened. And you needed to know more. Find out all the ins and outs of what kissing a guy felt like. What kissing a year older Jud Duplenticy felt like. His lips were chapped and he let out the quietest sound imaginable. Like it was just for you to hear. It was not enough, you needed to know more, needed to know everything there it to know about.
But you couldn’t. Not here, not now, especially not now with everyone’s eyes glued to the two of you as they cheered loudly once again. So you leaned back to sit at your spot once again. You put on a fake charming smile and gestured everyone to quiet down.
“Alright everyone, calm down, calm down. Happy now? Good. If you keep being this loud though, I will have to end the party early.” you said to which some booed at your words, but still listened to you and went back to their own conversations and things they were doing.
The game continued without any other horribly bad spins. It went on until almost everyone shared a kiss and the repeats were getting boring. Slowly people started leaving as well. Slightly drunk teenagers flooding out the door, ending the night of the party one by one. You politely said goodbye to everyone, especially your friends for helping you organize the party in the first place. You were about close the door after the last person and start planning how you’ll clean the house up when you heard your name shouted. You opened the door again to see Jud running back to the house.
“Sorry I left my… Uhm... I came back for my…” Jud sighed defeatedly “Fuck I’m too drunk to come up with an excuse…” he finally admitted and looked away sheepishly, waiting for your judgement of the obvious hanging in the air. You out to the sidewalk and saw one of your friends take a photo of the two of you, before walking away with a wave and a knowing smile.
You let out a sigh through your nose and opened the door wider, stepping aside to let Jud in. Who went in without another word and stayed silent as you closed and locked the door. The air was awkward to say the least. So, you decided to just not say anything and instead start walking towards your room, trusting that Jud will just follow you, to which he did. Just as silently he walked behind you as you entered your bedroom and closed the door. By the time you turned around, Jud was already sitting on your bed, fidgeting with his hands and looking around the room, everywhere just not at you. You on the other hand, couldn’t take your eyes away from him and kept looking right at him, searching for his eyes as you sat down beside him. He kept looking away and you kept waiting, until you couldn’t anymore.
“You have a nice r-“ Jud’s words were cut short as you gently grabbed his chin and turned him towards you, immediately pulling him in for a kiss.
Jud softly moaned kissing you right back as he put his hand on yours, looking for comfort in the feeling of your touch. You wanted to devour him, rush it, chip a tooth if needed. But you just couldn’t. Not when he was so soft and fragile. When he was slightly shaking under your attention, his mouth letting out beautiful sound after sound. You may have thought you were drunk before, but this. This you wanted to get addicted to. Really. How could such a man be an underground boxer like the rumors said? When he was a clay to be molded under hands.
I'm certain that Alastor is going for Charlie's end of the deal and since he needed help getting out, he can't be the strongest overlord, therefore Rosie didn't hold up her end of the deal.
I'm certain that Alastor is going for Charlie's end of the deal and since he needed help getting out, he can't be the strongest overlord, therefore Rosie didn't hold up her end of the deal.
Summary: Zane was hired to kill an ex Tediore soldier. Good thing Rafa already has an extra drink ready.
Note: I'm very much far from finishing the game only killed one of the three bosses so far. So No spoilers other than Rafa's backstory.
Also I haven't written anythig in years so I did my best. Also also Zane has robotic legs because I said so.
Tags: One Night Stands, Starts as one but ends up more, Assassination Plot(s), Rafa is ready to die, Sloppy Makeouts, Rough Oral Sex, ass eating, Spit As Lube, Minimal Streching, Riding, Rough Sex, Gentle Kissing, Gentle Sex, Gentleness, Age Difference, Aftercare, No Spoilers, No beta we die like the Flynt brothers, Bad Grammer, Canon Disabled Character, Headcanon Disabled Character
The inn was filled with soft chatter as the different groups shared their own stories from around the galaxy. The only lonely person was at the bar, sipping a cocktail called “Thresher burrow”. Half a glass was left of the colorful drink. Every sip was a disappointment. Almost tasteless, at the same time full of not matching flavours like water from a rusty pipe. Not even the alcohol part was worth it with how little was in it. Every sip came with the simple question of ‘Why did I order this?’. It was not a good drink, not horrible, just not good. He wouldn’t have ordered it at all if it wasn’t for the very low amount alcohol in it. The lonely man had to wait for an unknown amount of time and he was not going to be seen drinking anything non-alcoholic. He had to wait for today he was meant to die. Shot and killed in the very spot he was sitting at the time. Even with certain death (and a bad drink in hand), a smirk was still on his face. Teeth showing as soon as the doors opened and the place went silent.
You see, in this inn, no one was a good and innocent person. Questionable if anyone left in the world could be anymore, but with planets like Athenas and their monks, maybe you could say there were good and bad people. And the patrons here, hands on their guns at the sight of the new person, were not good people. This small building was located on a no one cares about the name moon, a said so “safe space” for bounty hunters and wanna be Vault Hunters. The word “safe” long lost though as you’d imagine with all bounty hunters in one space. Perfect example was the man who just turned his breathing helmet off. Unbothered by all the eyes and also guns pointed at him, the blonde man walked to the bar with the casualty of a delightful morning walk. Stopping once he arrived next to the lonely man, he leaned on the bar with his forearms and showed a bright smile towards the barkeep.
“A glass of scotch for-“ he couldn’t even finish the sentence before a drink was slid infront of him from beside him, the very drink he asked for from the innkeeper who just walked away to leave the two men alone.
“-The sexiest assassin in the galaxy.” finished the lonely man and took another sip from his own drink. His voice held no disgust or sarcasm, only respect and acknowledgment to the title.
“Heh, seems I might be known here. I guess that means no need for introductions, Tediore Soldiers 35020.” he said as he took a glance behind him, the other patrons now turning away, happy the assassin isn’t there for them and hoping to not get his attention now
“Rafa.” with a low growl, the smirk finally wavering at the mentioning of his old title, a memory that he wishes to forget “Señor Flynt.” finishing his drink, he finally turned to the man there to kill him, smiling once again with mischief in his eyes
After taking his first drink from the glass, Zane Flynt turned back towards the other as well taking an up and down look at him with no shame “You look like a man who thinks I’m not here to kill him.” and with such simple yet interesting sentence, finally everybody stopped listening, knowing the unbearable flirting that was going to happen.
“Maybe I do think that.” a click of the tongue “Although, I certainly know that I wasn’t shot the moment you saw me.”
“I could say I don’t shoot people in the back, but that would just be a lie.” Zane shrugged his shoulder “Maybe I heard about your back canons and didn’t want them to shoot me the moment I take my gun out.”
“That’s a shame. For a second I thought you wanted to see my handsome face.”
“Handsome huh? Didn’t even notice.”
“Oh now I know that’s a lie. Hard to keep your eyes off of the sexiest and best Vault Hunter, admit it.”
“Don’t you mean the sexiest assassin and talking about your own thoughts about me?” the wink was in the voice with one of Zane’s eyes being covered
“Possible, possible. But I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”
Zane leaned closer his grin growing and his voice lower and quieter “How sure?” he asked before a keychain was dangled in his face
“Already paid for the night.” Rafa winked before he stood up and started walking away. Grinning oonce again at the sound of slam of empty glass on the wood bar and footsteps right behind him.
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Once inside the room, it didn’t take long for them to be naked except for their robotic lower legs which were scraping against the other’s as they were deep in eachother’s mouths. Rafa was pinned against the wall, something he tried to fight at first, but at the first “boyo” from the older man, he folded. Admittedly, he has been on the edge since the shareholders incident and he already accepted that the most well known assassin was after him. So letting go for a night wasn’t so bad. He leaned into Zane’s hands and clinged to him, hungry for any kind of release and for an empty mind for just a bit. Among the other selfish reasons, also getting in bed with the sexiest assassin in the galaxy, who was hired to kill you is a flex he couldn’t miss out on.
Zane meanwhile moved from the exo-soldier’s mouth to his neck, biting immediately, smirking at the loud moan coming from the other. As he was sucking his marks onto Rafa’s neck, he softly grinded his half hard dick to the younger’s which was already rock hard. Something Zane couldn’t help himself but find cute. The little Vault Hunter, the runaway Tediore experiment, the one who was so sure about the night’s playbook. The same man so undone by the smallest of attention. It was almost nothing but cute. Sexy too. But mainly cute. Which is why it was such a surprise when Rafa moved and kneeled down without any need of command.
Rafa looked up at Zane as he took his cock into his hand and very slowly started stroking it. He moved his hand and listened to the deep breaths until it was fully hard in his hand. Once he was satisfied with the results, he kitty licked the tip, not taking his eyes off of the other’s face, no matter if Zane looked back at him or threw his head back from pleasure. A small whine left his mouth at the feeling of his hair being grabbed and pulled as the assassin became more and more desperate. But Rafa didn’t give it to him just yet. He, just as slowly as he jerked him off, licked his cock with the smallest of licks, wetting it little by little. Zane already cursing up a storm making the man on his knees question if he was talking common or not anymore.
“Finally, you little shite.” Zane said when he felt lips around his tip. He stabilized himself by putting his free hand on the wall, then looked back down into the brown eyes and with an evil grin, showed his dick right down Rafa’s throat, enjoying the sounds of surprise and chocking before he pulled out. He expected coughing and basically anything but Rafa going after him and swallowing him once again gagging like it’s not a problem at all. Zane even wiped off the tears from the wide-open face and licked his wet fingers, enjoying the saltiness of it. Now knowing the true desperateness, he decided to not hold back at all. He started fucking his mouth, pulling out only enough so the younger can take half a breath, but otherwise abusing it like a toy. Based on the muffled, but still loud moans were enough proof to not stop.
A sad whine left Rafa’s mouth when Zane force pulled his dick out right before finishing. “Don’t think I’m done with you, boyo.” he said before moving from the wall to the until now untouched bed and sat down with his back against the headboard. Rafa quickly followed and was ready to sit down into the older’s lap, but was stopped. With no words and only hand signs he obediently, once in Zane’s lap turned around and leaned down so his ass was in right in the assassin’s face. Who didn’t even wait before putting his hands on it and getting right to it like a starved man seeing a five course meal. Something that had a loud response from the now freed mouth and his turn speaking in a language the other can’t understand. Not like the one eating minded, only having a problem when Rafa bit the blanket to silence himself. Something to correct later. Right then though, the assassin was busy inserting his fingers, stretching as fast as possible, impatient as ever.
But he wasn’t the only one impatient from the two and Rafa had enough of waiting and took things into his own hands. He did that with moving his ass away and turning back around to face Zane as with a little help finally sat down into his supposed killer’s lap. A little pain was there with no lube used, but it’s not like he cared as he rode like his life depended on it. His breath hitched when he felt gentle hands caressing his legs, especially right where both the phantom and the real pain were killing him. Without stopping, he looked down into Zane’s eye with a questioning look which made the older softly chuckle.
“Don’t act like you’re the only one who knows the feeling.” he said as he pulled his robot legs up and with that pulling Rafa closer.
After that the whole mood changed as the assassin carefully laid his target down onto the bed his hands softly caressing his body as he started moving his body a lot slower and kinder. Even kissing Rafa once again, but now without the hunger and desperateness of their make-out from the beginning. All these had the exo-soldier tear up once again, only this time from the sadness of all that happened and how he was ready to die tonight and instead he’s having sex with his so called killer. With all the emotions running through his mind and heart, he wrapped his arms around Zane’s neck, pulling him even closer hoping this would mean he can’t see his tears.
"Come on pretty boy, let me hear ya. YOur voice is beautiful, don't hide it from me." Zane said and gave a small kiss on the corner of his lips. To which Rafa swallowed his sadness and decided to once again, fuck and be in the moment, making sure he really enjoyed every second of it.
The finish was a mix of gentle and desperate they had throughout the night. It was kind, but needy, gentle but fast. Zane made sure they finished together, both ending up on Rafa’s upper body. It was never a pleasant feeling, but he was already used to it and just didn’t care as he was busy with how tired he was and the unsureness of Zane’s next moves. The choice he went with was to close his eyes and let life choose for him. It’s a mentality he was already used to ever since becoming The Deadframe. To his surprise he felt a wet cloth cleaning him up. Sadly, he couldn’t even ask about it since he fell asleep from the exhaustion.
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Early in the morning Rafa woke up and immediately noticed that he was not just covered now, also spooned from the behind with a tight hold. Thankfully he could get out of it without waking Zane only to then realize as soon as he sat up that his legs were malfunctioning. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he couldn’t afford to even begin to look for his repair tools that were… somewhere among the clothes on the other side of the room. Great. Wait. Were they in a neat folded pile? Not that he wanted to fuck and ditch, just not wanting to learn if suddenly the assassin was actually interested in the bounty on his head.
“Got a case of morning legs aye?” a voice behind him said in a sleepy, deep morning voice. Shit. “Let me help yee.”
And just like that without another question or the more expected gun fire, Zane woke up from the bed, found his own clothes and pulled out a repair kit. Only then Rafa noticed that the other was already mostly clothed except for the jacket and pants, sadly covering the dream that was in his underwear. But he didn’t have much time to think about last night since soon the blonde was on one knee before him and held out a hand expectedly. With no other choice, Rafa lifted one of his legs into Zane’s hand who began to work immediately. The lonely man knew how to fix himself up, but still getting used to his new body came with pain here and there. But the older. He treated it like it was his own body, so gentle and perfectly practiced movements. Only if he wasn’t on the run. Only if he had just a little more time, he would love to show and share his own creations with the assassin’s famous drones and hologram. This could be something. If not love, but an amazing friendship. Two killers with gadgets, someone to check the other’s back. Alas, he couldn’t bear to put that burden on anyone else. A whole corporation after him with amazing guns none the less. Everyone has enemies and he couldn’t just share them to make his own baggage lighter. Only if he wasn’t already waiting for the Deadframe to-
“And done.” Rafa was pulled out of his own thoughts by the sudden breaking of silence from Zane “Hope I didn’t shock you by accident.” didn’t feel it at all “Your legs are different then mine, but not my first time taking apart and putting back together Tediore tech. It should be all good.”
Mornings were hard for him, both from the Deadframe, but also from growing up in microgravity. Usually meaning that if he was too fast to get up, he managed to fall right on his face. Only this time he didn’t. Instead of the hard floor, he felt soft fabric and the strong muscles. Another thing that made him blush, but he’ll blame the embarrassment of the whole situation if asked.
“You good boyo?” said Zane, his voice now clearer and not as rough as he first spoke in the morning. He helped Rafa to stand back up and find his footing
“Yeah. Thank you.” he answered softly “I-“
“You’re right let’s go.” a surprising turn of words left Zane’s mouth, baffling Rafa in his place as the older went to finish dressing “Retirement isn’t working just yet and I need to know how your shoulder canons work, possibly building my own if you’re not claiming copyright over them, which then would mean I have to kill you and learn on my own.”
A small smile appeared on the exo-soldier’s face “Fine. But I only teach once I’m fed. I was already wined, time to dine pretty boy.”
Rafa wasn’t sure how long the Deadframe gave him to survive. Only if he wasn’t doomed to be a lonely man. And maybe he didn’t have to be.
Kinger created the digital circus and after loosing his wife, he asked Caine to make him forget things. But now with Caine breaking more and more, Kinger is needing less of the darkness to know his surroundings and himself.
If they ever get out, it will be because Kinger told them how to, but they will loose him with it because he won't want a future without his wife. (This one if based on the Intermission)
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