Thunk
Stupid angel bitch.
Thunk
Couldn't just leave the world alone.
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Oh, News channel looks like it's actually saying something now.
Thunk
My hand catches the cheap rubber ball, this time not throwing it back against the wall. With that, I unmute the TV.
"-Fortunately Canberra hasn't been declared to be quarantined due to a large part in Legend and Eidolon's valorous efforts." What. "We have been informed thanks to timely intervention by the Parahuman Response Team, many civilians made it to refugee camps and will be able to return to their homes in due time." No seriously what the actual fuck? "Along with that, a generous donation of supplies and resources from the cape group known as The Elite, has already reached said camps much faster than anyone could have anticipated." That was expected somewhat, the old man actually did do something with that info. Everything else I just heard? No, no none of this is right.
Canberra was supposed to be quarantined. The fight was supposed to be much longer. What the fuck happened? I need to see footage of the fight itself. For now, I just keep watching the news as they talk about the fight being a major success for the Protectorate. Canberra made it out of this most definitely fucked up, but significantly less than it should have been. Not sure what to think of all this.
Then again, not sure what to think of this attack in general. One of my closest friends back home is an Aussie, and some family lived there for a bit. They all thought Canberra was a hive of corruption and scummy politicians. I feel bad for the average person, but I can't bring myself to care for any of the said politicians lost in the fight. If Simmy even gives a shit about that.
No, she cares about capes for the most part. Meaning a cape had to do something to cause the fight to go so differently. Was it me? My warning to Uppercrust and the cryptic messages I gave Vicky over PHO? Dragon surely saw them and she manages all these fights.
And the Simurgh? She'll fuck the world up whenever she can or feels like it, but a powerful or useful cape is always the priority in these attacks. Clearly if she came despite all my possible actions to change things, someone important enough to target was there. My bet? Some poor schmuck tired of the horrible state of his country's government finally snapped and had a Tinker trigger. Got a power that would have been useful in fixing his country. Simurgh took offense to that, dealt with him quickly, and took off much earlier than she should have.
Or is this something else? The Simurgh in canon isn't like the other Endbringers. She's a prototype, something different created by Eden. More human but still far too fucking alien. The fact she can be reasoned with if David's out of the picture washes over me like a bucket of ice water. I don't think killing him would net me many friends, however. And considering killing him pisses her off in canon… That wouldn't be a good move to make myself her target. I'm suicidal, not stupid. Even if the big bird bitch acts like a petulant child on occasion, I doubt I or anyone can treat her like one if Eidolon still has his whole 'Worthy opponent' complex.
Still, I did something, had to have. One small slip and I butterflied the rest of canon away. Now I'm truly fucking lost at sea here. Fuck it, I don't care what Vicky says I'm getting drunk now. I turn off the TV and give the sleeping Big Boy a good pat, I make my way to the liquor cabinet. And it's empty. I never restocked. Fuck. No drinking then. Vicky wins. This time. I have another idea of what I can do, however, as tonight made me feel as if a flame was lit under my ass.
The phone rings twice. "Rory? Glad to hear from you, I was able to use what you gave me rather well."
"I saw, but first, two things. I'm in or whatever, I'll take the job." I tell Uppercrust as I close my eyes. I'm just tired. So, so tired. "Second, I need footage of the fight."
"I'll see what I can do. And believe me Rory, I'm glad to have you aboard."
"That's all then. Have a good night or whatever Shane." I hang up as he chuckles. He's in a good mood. He helped a bunch of people and got what he wanted.
Not me. I just wanted a fucking drink.
...
I just snuggled up next to my dog and passed out on the loveseat when I realized no drink was going to magically appear before me.
So loud knocking on the door startles me awake.
"Woof! Woof!" Big Boy too, was startled awake. He jumps off the couch and keeps woofing at the door. I don't think I've actually ever heard him bark in a barking sort of way now that I think of it. The closest we got is a borf. Woof and borf, always one of those two for this boy. Then again, he just looks like a happy idiot. Only saw him growl at Vicky but he warmed up to her after a little.
"If you're a Jehovah's Witness or a blonde with mommy issues, go away!" I yell at the door while rubbing my tired eyes.
"Neither!" I recognize that gruff voice and proceeding chuckle that follows. I get up with a grunt and go open the door. Sure enough, Shane Parkes, Mr. Bigshot, and my new boss in person. A glance past him and I see a huge white and black truck, one like a fusion between a semi and an RV.
"The hell are you doing here old man? Thought you'd be busy for a while dealing with the aftermath." At my question, his grin falls.
"Need to talk to you about that. I found footage, much harder than it normally was to find when it comes to the PRT." He shakes his head. "More pleasant topic, I brought my truck with the supplies for your shield with me. Come check the stuff out, I'm sure tinker stuff is interesting." Uppercrust explains, hinting more for me to follow him to the truck than actually explain tinker shit. Aight, so something happened at the fight and he thinks it's important enough for a very covert conversation.
Fucking wonderful. Not.
With a heavy sigh, I give Big Boy a pat and then shut the door behind me. Then I and the old man walk to his truck too big for free candy. More like a free feast truck. Going in through one of those sidestep entrances I'm met with a sci-fi-looking lab that I don't understand at all. Glowing blue shields are acting as containers or locks for many cupboards and shelves. Uppercrust has been at this for far more years than other tinkers so I'm not surprised he uses his tech for quality of lab improvements. He waves a hand and the door shuts behind him. Then walking over to a monitor he puts in a command and the lights dim before a blue sheen covers the entire inside of the lab.
"That bad?" I ask with a whistle. Bro's pulling out all the stops here.
"A precaution. Getting the footage was the equivalent of wrestling an alligator for a chicken in its jaws. Still barely managed after burning a few favors." Shane sighs as he takes a seat on a big spinny office chair, he motions me to sit down on another. "The PRT and Protectorate wanted this buried. No footage from the fight, body cams were scrubbed and confiscated, same with civilian videos. Total information blockade."
"I regret asking now. Had to be sure…"
"I thought you would be aware of what happened already so your asking for footage surprised me. But I would have also been left in the dark if you hadn't." His voice is low, bitter sounding at that thought. Uppercurst most definitely still has some issues with the PRT and I can't blame him at all.
"That's the fucking problem, Shane. It didn't happen how I saw it. Canberra? Supposed to be quarantined." His eyes widen at that, then he turns a monitor towards me.
"Watch." Is all he says as he turns the video on. Immediately I notice the footage is taken from rather close to the ethereal, unnaturally beautiful angel. One that takes uncanny valley and dials it to a hundred. And now I'm reminded by her hair, it's not being moved by the wind as one would think. No, she's just a dramatic bitch.
She's floating not too far away from the person whose body cam I'm watching. Said person is constantly blasting her debris shield with a neon orange beam. Hero, Villain, no clue who this is. But I do recognize Legend zipping around as he blasts at the Endbringers tech and debris she's shielding herself with. And the glowing green form of Eidolon flashes in the next moment only for the Simurgh to throw one of the devices she was working on at him.
And Eidolon disappears in an explosion. Good fight buddy. Try again later.
Then that's where things get weird. She just stops moving. For a solid few seconds, it's as if the world went into a land of silence. Then, all the tech in her telekinetic grasp is taken apart in nearly an instant, rapidly rebuilding itself into a different device than the few she had been making.
The Heroes and Villains fighting her took that as a major threat, which is the right call in my books. They all immediately started hitting her with everything they had. Instead of even fighting back, she focused everything on making a shield of debris from the buildings and streets around her. Slowly closing any gap as the Capes fighting her tried to stop whatever it was she was doing.
Then, shortly after she can't be seen anymore. Her shield falls to the ground in chunks. The Simurgh isn't there. Just… gone. She didn't flee to the skies, she barricaded up and disappeared.
"What the actual fuck?" What. No. This… this is all so fucking wrong.
"I was hoping you could tell me. But, I see that you were also not expecting her to disappear. As of this moment, the Simurgh for the first time in years is not being monitored or tracked after one of her attacks." He pauses. "And no one knows where she is."
I reach for a nonexistent drink. And there is no bottle. "Fuck."
Uppercrust sees me being a dumbass. And instead of saying anything, he wordlessly takes a flask out of his jacket's inside pocket. Passing it over to me solemnly.
"Yes, Rory. 'Fuck' indeed."
...
We drank and talked until the flask was empty. Mostly about small things, stories of him and my Uncle, or how apparently my parents here were both in the military. He doesn't know how I came to be at an orphanage in Canada of all places. I expect cosmic fuckery of some kind but that's just obvious. Not gonna get too deep on that, that way lies pain and annoyance. No conversation about the missing Endbringer. We seemed to mutually want to ignore that elephant for now.
After that Uppercrust showed me how a Tinker works, he made the shield generator in a few hours. That led to me being bored and questioning how the cinnamon toast fuck any of this tinkering works. Even with my most basic level of engineering from osmosis around friends, I know some of this is just plain wrong.
Luckily, after he installs the shield we go out for more drinks. Grab a bite to eat for dinner. God, I spent the whole day watching a man tinker and talking about the family I've never known. Only talked about my joining The Elite officially a few times, Shane said he won't have me doing anything for a little while as they're still setting up.
So after a great dinner and a day of drinking, I'm back home giving Shane a wave as he drives away. Old man's honestly too good for this shitty world. I give him a last wave over my shoulder as I unlock the door to my lighthouse and head inside.
The lamp is on. And from the door, I can see a blonde sitting on the loveseat. I just calmly take off my shoes. Only walking over when I don't hear any words. She's asleep, Big Boy's head in her lap, one of her hands tangled in his fur and the other behind the loveseat.
I take out my phone and take a picture, with the flash off of course. But now I have a promise to myself that I need to keep. Didn't drink too much with the old guy, just drank casually as he was pleasant company. So the buzz from that is already well gone. My very sober self brings a hand up to cup Lisa's cheek as I kneel down to her level on the couch.
She doesn't react, still sound asleep, so I rub her face gently with my thumb. Soft skin under my touch, I trace the freckles along her skin. When she leans into my palm I feel a grin slip onto my face. And when her eyes flutter open briefly, I make sure to meet them with my own. At that, her eyes open fully. Lisa has a rather indecipherable look in them. Still, it doesn't matter.
"I'm gonna kiss you."
"Okay."
"I'm gonna do more than kiss ya."
"More?"
"I'm gonna make a Lisa-shaped indent in my bed."
"Wait wait wha-" I cut her off by taking her ability to use her mouth. She puts a hand against my chest, and I wrap one of mine around her waist. Lisa didn't bother with makeup today, but the faint chill of mint is still fresh in her mouth.
And I pull back again, the kiss more than deep enough that we have a trail of saliva linking us for a moment. Lisa's already panting for breath as she looks at me wide-eyed. And from her expression… She came back for it. I'll ask her why later. For now, I'll give her what she wants. Something I most definitely want to do as well.
Lisa doesn't say anything as I bring my hand down to her butt, bringing the other right below her knees. She wraps an arm around my neck as I carefully remove her from the dog head prison she's found herself. Then I princess-carry the silent Lisa up the stairs, laying her down gently on the bed. And I turn a warm glowing lamp on for just a bit of light.
When I don't join her right away she raises her head and leans on her arm. "What now?"
...
I just give her a look. Then take my shirt off. She raises her brow. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. I made a promise and I'm going to keep it. I'll be gentle, at first."
"Asshole." She scoffs, relaxing back on the bed. I just smirk and crawl on with her, putting my hands under her shirt on her waist, and slowly bringing them up with her shirt. Lisa angles her back to make it easier, my fingertips brush along the smooth skin of her waist, then stomach, then the straps of her bra.
She lifts her arms to let me take it off fully, and she's gorgeous.
I throw the black shirt to the side absent-mindedly as I take in the pale pink skin from Lisa's blush. A very faint layer of freckles actually lines her collarbone. "Gimme a sec." She lifts a hand, taking the hair tie out and shaking out her shoulder-length dark blonde hair.
I shake myself out of the stupor I found myself in and realized I should clarify something. "I have commitment issues. Figured you should be aware." Yes, a very good time for this conversation. I am a genius. Lisa rolls her eyes at me.
"Now? Seriously? And I already knew that. Fine, cards on the motherfucking table." She crosses her arms, takes a deep breath and glares at me. Lisa crossing your arms under your barely contained breasts and looking angry only turns me on more. I hope you understand that. "Stop being an idiot. You said to figure out what I wanted. Well, I thought long and goddamn hard about it. And I realized, why am I hesitating? Someone cares enough to put up with my demands and come running to save me, and bonus fucking points I don't get grossed out." She throws her arms up at that. "What do I want? I want you to stop being a little bitch and take me alre-" Oh this little shit. I'm already on her and devouring her mouth before she can continue her needling.
Powers working or not, Lisa is great at pushing buttons. Personally, I'm great at undoing buttons. Like the one holding her jeans up, and the zipper following it. I feel Lisa pause in her attempts to match my mouth claiming her own.
Clearly knowing what I just did. She rallies herself quickly, wrapping both arms around my neck and pulling me close to her in a rather needy fashion. Then I feel a sharp pain on my lip, she just fucking bit me… this little…
I bite her lip back slightly and she whimpers. Good, I own this now by right of law. My teeth click ever so slightly against her own as she's the one to deepen the kiss and stick her tongue in my mouth.
Bold of you Lisa. Instead of responding with my mouth, I pull her pants down to her thighs, panties and all.
Lisa lets go of my neck in her confusion, and I slip back and out of her grasp. She inhales and exhales with force, but clearly, she researched a bit on kissing as she's not struggling to breathe this time. I swear all the girls I meet are huge fucking nerds.
"What… what are you doing there?" She murmurs the question as I grip the clothes that formerly covered her bottom. I just look her dead in the eyes and slip them down her legs gently. Lisa follows my movement, raising her right leg, then her left.
No pants or panties and I can see a thin sheen of sweat on her skin. I don't let go of her left leg, she has these cute little green socks on that end just at the ankle, so of course I give her a kiss on the ankle. "Stop being weird…"
"No." I answer her, kissing up her leg, she shivers slightly in my grip but doesn't do anything to stop me. I see her turn her head away, and the rosy blush on her cheeks is still visible in the low lamplight. "You've been rather quiet today." I whisper just loud enough she can hear, then give her a kiss on her smooth calve. My other hand gently rubs the leg I'm not baptizing in kisses.
"Intentionally, be glad." She scowls and brings a hand up to flick my head. I respond by grasping both her legs and making her yelp as I pull them up, sending her sprawling on the bed with her lower half raised toward me. Lisa has a fuzzy patch of blonde hair, trimmed down in a level I'm sure she did to maximize hygiene. Considering she's a power-imposed germaphobe. "Quit looking at it." Lisa looks back my way with a glare.
"I'm doing more than looking." I rub her soft stomach absent-mindedly. Abs are great, but soft is still good.
"I don't need my powers to realize you thought of something rud- Oh god!" She clenches the blankets of the bed with both hands as I part her folds with my tongue, resting her legs on my shoulders as I dip my mouth down. Lisa is sweet, with a tangy salty undertone from the sweat mixing in with her natural juices.
Lisa shivers as I plunge my tongue deeper, savoring her, exploring. I haven't actually done this much as I'm a bit of a germaphobe myself. The only time I have done it was in one of my few relationships… before I stopped doing relationships entirely.
I have commitment issues for a reason, mindless flings and sex with random girls are safer.
I should probably warn the whimpering and panting girl that I'm using my tongue to fuck about my inexperience here. I take my mouth away from her thoroughly soaked vagina. "I should add I'm not very experienced at this."
"Don't. Fucking. Stop." She manages to demand in a nearly breathless voice.
"Bossy."
"Shut u-fuck, god fuck." I started lapping at her right away, getting Lisa to interrupt herself fills me with a rather sinful glee. I taste and explore Lisa's folds for a good while as she moans and whimpers, her body shivering and shaking at different actions I take with my tongue. I don't think it's very common to be this sensitive, still, nice to have my partner enjoy what I'm doing. After being at this for a while, mouth coated in Lisa's juices, I attack the little nub I've mostly been avoiding.
And Lisa has a seizure. Not literally. Her body quakes as her moans turn into a short screams of incoherency. Her legs wrap around my neck like a vice, and her back arches well off the bed. My mouth is assaulted by a wave of juices, even sweeter as the new stuff overpowers the saltiness of her sweat. Then she collapses bonelessly back onto the bed. I let her weakly hanging legs slip off my shoulders and fall to the blanket below. A gasping Lisa covered with a sheen of glistening sweat, and spread open legs is the only thing that fills my vision.
"I thought the female orgasm was a myth." I say with an over-exaggerated wonder as if I had found a long-lost treasure. Lisa snorts in an unladylike fashion, but instead of replying verbally she just flips me off. I just chuckle as I unloop my own pants button and pull the zipper down, quickly kicking the pants and boxers off while trying not to lose my balance and fall on the exhausted girl.
"Give me a sec." Lisa whines, her hands and arms rolling around as she semi-stretches them out. I take that time to dry my face off with my shirt that was still on the bed, then I throw said shirt off the bed. "I think… I think I'm ready."
"You sure?" I ask, she glares at me with sharp green eyes and growls. "Got it." I slide back into place between her smooth legs, tracing my fingers along her supple flesh. Then I bring my genital close to hers, resting above her mound.
"That's not going to fit." She states with confidence that floors me for a second.
"I'm above average, but thanks for the confidence boost Lisa."
"No, my power, it's being an asshole." She takes a hand and puts it at around the halfway point of where my dick reaches. "You'll get up to here. And it pisses me off how much I'm getting from my own body and not yours." She whines. Not gonna lie, that's kinda hot. I feel myself growing harder just a tad at her words.
"Well, that just means we need to do this often."
"I'm not sure that's how it works." She mumbles. I take that opportunity to bring a hand to her breast and massage it. "Insatiable, I swear. Why did I start liking a huge pervert?"
"A healthy sex drive is a good thing." I nod at my statement, slowly bringing the head of my dick to her entrance.
"You're going to do that thing aga- shit, shit, shit. She clenches her teeth as I push into her warm, thoroughly soaked folds. Lisa is tight, extremely so. I had figured she would be when I was exploring her with my tongue. But I wasn't prepared for the sweet pressure of her grip on my member.
A heady feeling washes over me as I clutch her legs in my hands once more. Lisa's body intoxicates my mind and ensnares my will to its form. I push in further and she lets out a hiss that's a mixture of pleasure and slight pain.
Lisa doesn't have a hymen, something I'm not surprised by considering she's a rather active girl. That doesn't mean she isn't a virgin, she most definitely is. As I sink further into her warm depths she lets out small mewls and grunts. And when I reach the place she said I'd be stopped, I can't go further.
And I'm not going to force more into her even if I'm still hanging out by a good three inches I think. I ghost my fingertips along her stomach towards her chest but Lisa has other plans as she holds her arms up and out towards me in a needy manner.
I'm not going to refuse her. I let go of the leg I was still holding onto, and wrap my arms around her thin torso to rest on her back, as she engulfs me in a hug of her own. She buries her face into my shoulder as I'm buried deep in her. I feel my hand brush through her hair, then do so again. She had raised herself off the bed and into my lap, so now I gently lower us both back down to said bed.
I've had sex quite a few times, with exes and random people. Most of it a quick fuck here or there. This can't really be considered that. This is far too emotional. Before I knew it, I'd been making love to Lisa and the thought of such honestly scares me. Too late to back out now, and I frankly don't want to.
So I gently roll my hips, Lisa bites my shoulder but I don't even notice the pain this time. I notice her warmth, the wetness of sweat on our skin as it sticks to each other, her breasts pushing into my chest with hard nipples. And with all that, I roll my hips again. And again. I find a steady rhythm of thrusting up into Lisa, her vaginal wall tight and pleasant with each thrust in, and each time I pull back it near refuses to let go.
Our lovemaking is slow, sensual, and pleasurable beyond belief. Lisa's teeth had let go of my shoulder, and now all I hear are pleased, almost whispered moans. She doesn't like how vocal she is during sex, or how sensitive, that much is obvious. I find it adorable how self-conscious she is of her image even now. As well as a need to make her feel relaxed, and thoroughly pleasured.
Eventually we pick up the pace ever so slightly, Lisa makes adorable sounds as I thrust into her with a steady rhythm. Then, on one such thrust, she clenches hard, trapping me in her folds. Instead of screaming out, she bites hard into my shoulder and ow fuck I actually felt that one.
Lisa, I'm a brute but I still feel pain you know? Man, I'm really going to have to get her comfortable with expressing herself, aren't I? My thoughts are derailed from Lisa's body shuddering and quaking with an orgasm far more powerful than the last traveling through her. And she once again falls limp in my arms.
I ease the panting girl down gently onto the blanket covering the bed. Actually, better idea, I pull the blanket down and lay her on the sheet. The blanket's a bit dirty considering we just had sex on it, but the inside should be fine still. "That was… Good." Lisa manages to say as I pull the blanket over us both.
"Good?"
"I don't. I haven't done this before. I'm struggling for words okay?" She complains as I snuggle up close to her, bringing my dick back up to her entrance. "What are you doing….?"
"I've not orgasmed, and I have a promise to keep. Get your breathing room in now we're going to be at this for a while." I tell her with a rather smug grin and she gulps. Lisa, you must be aware. It's far too late to back down now.
I had promised to make a Lisa-shaped indent in the bed. And I always keep my promises.
...
Well, I tried to keep my promise. But Lisa passed out three hours in, after begging and pleading for mercy. I did manage to cum twice, and should probably pick her up some pills in the morning. Don't really want to bring a kid into this horrible world as it is.
I take a drag from my cigarette, feeling the cold night air brush against my skin as the heat of smoke burns my lungs. I'm in my big green fluffy robe at the top of my lighthouse, Lisa is back in bed, a blissed-out mess. I just needed a moment to myself. Gather my thoughts. I'm unsure what to make of tonight or the day in its entirety. But one thought does reach my mind after some internal debate.
I didn't try, or more appropriately didn't even think about trying to kill myself today. And even being up here now I don't have the urge to jump off. I take a long drag of my cigarette, then put it on the ashtray I keep on a little table up here.
No, right now I only have one urge. And that's to go use Lisa as a body pillow as I get a good night's sleep. I've always been a very physically dependent kind of guy, so doing what I just did is something I avoid. Don't get attached, and by not being attached I only need to rely on myself.
Now I've fucked that up. But I can't honestly complain. Oh god, am I fucking tsundere? I'd rather die than be one of those, is it too late for a quick jump? Yes, yes it is, because of Lisa. The warmth of her hugging me is still fresh in my mind. And if this keeps me from spiraling….
It can't be that bad right?