Kink Bingo - Amnesty
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a_qTitle: Summerbreeze (Bad Boyfriend Remix)
Fandom: X-Men (movie) / Powerpuff Girls
Pairing: Bobby Drake / Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup
Kink: foot fetish - dirty talk - vehicular - penance/punishment
Word count: ~1800
Notes: written for the 'G-rated family fare' minichallenge, also including the 'Remix' and 'Crossover/Fusions' minichallenges.
So this is a remix of my old crossover fic 'The Three Daughters of Professor Utonium'. In this story, the grownup!PPG's lie on pool lounger & chairs (vehicular), ask Bobby to perform chores (penance), including painting their nails (foot fetish) while asking candid questions about mutant physiology (dirty talk).
When Bobby left the Xavier School to spend the summer with his family, he was afraid what kind of welcoming he would receive. Especially since last visit home had ended in police raid and explosion in the front yard.
It turned out that his family was capable of great surprises; they welcomed him home with open arms. Mom and dad assured him that the disastrous visit was just water under the bridge and Professor had explained them what had really been going on that day.
His parents’ new attitude about mutant issues was first endearing, then slightly embarrassing. Mom had even organized a support group for the parents of mutant children and she eagerly talked about every family in her group. Bobby wondered if she spoke so openly about him in the group but he was too afraid to ask.
Everything fell back to normal, but even if the past didn't bother his parents anymore, it did bother Bobby. He felt responsible about what had happened. It was true that he hadn't caused the situation; it had been an unfortunate combination of Ronnie's teenage rebellion with John's philosophy of devil-may-care living. Still, Bobby was the one left standing in the wreckage and he wanted to mend things. He started to work with fierce dedication on every house chores imaginable. He painted the fence, mowed the lawn, spruced, fixed and cleaned, until in few weeks, he finally ran out of things to do.
It was Saturday, and Bobby had walked restlessly around the house since dawn, bugging his mother, until she finally showed him the door.
”Go see the Utonium sisters if they need help. Their father is gone to the science symposium for the week. I bet their lawn needs mowing.”
The Utoniums lived in the white design home at the end of the block. The house was a remnant of experimental architecture and it had been empty for a long time until the three sisters and their father bought the house. Mom was very excited about that and she hadn't wasted any time to convince Mr. Utonium to join her support group. So Bobby knew that the sisters were 'special', as mom liked to put it.
That made the sisters interesting. Bobby took his mom’s suggestion and walked over to the Utonium house. It looked like a white ghost against the lush greenery of the trees. Bobby rang the doorbell and the sound jingled through the house. He waited and waited and just when he was about to leave, a tall girl opened the door. She had brightest green eyes Bobby had ever seen on anyone and a 20's flapper bob that was cut so sharp that Bobby wondered if she had used a special ruler to do it. She was wearing grass green shorts and white t-shirt with green stripes. Bobby could practically smell the minty freshness. She stared at him for a moment, and then flashed a wide, mischievous smile.
“Bobby Drake! We were just talking about you. C'mon in, we are at the pool.”
”Hi, I'm...Oh yeah, so I just came to ask...Oh, ok.” Before Bobby managed to collect his thoughts to a single sentence, the Green Eyes had already turned from the door and was briskly walking across the living room. Her legs were long and muscular, the kind you saw on professional tennis players. Bobby followed her through the house. It was decorated in minimalist manner and there was interesting design items scattered around. Obviously the science paid well.
The backyard was much more traditional than the front of the house, the pool taking most of the space. There was some potted plants and basic tile, table and chairs but no grass. A fact his mother should have known.
One of the sisters lay in the pool lounger, the other sat by the pool side, sipping something that looked suspiciously like a daiquiri. Bobby was sure that the girls weren't much older than he was, but then again, if he had a whole house to himself... The Green Eyes sat next to her sisters, giving Bobby a chance to really look at them. They were a striking trio, identical yet distinctively different. They had the same soft and feminine shape, combined with lean and solid muscularity that spoke of countless hours of sports; maybe volleyball or soccer, perhaps swimming. Long, shapely legs with light tanned skin, and curious eyes staring right back at him.
“It is so nice to finally meet you, Bobby. Your mother has told us so much about you. I'm Blossom, this is Bubbles and you already met Buttercup.”
Bobby had thought mom was joking when she had mentioned their names but sure enough, the sisters had really hippy names. In second thought, he couldn't really judge; he had heard some ridiculous codenames at school and it wasn't like someone gave them to you, people actually chose those themselves.
“Mom send me over to ask if you need any help around the house. I kind of run out of chores and got on her nerves.”
Blossom glanced over the brim of the sunglasses, revealing her striking eyes. They were light, sparkly red, like the ripe strawberry slush meshed with the ice crush on her daiquiri. Combined with the cherry colored hair adorned with a heart shape clip and the pale pink summer dress, the over all look was rather unnerving.
“We could think of some chores. How about you put some ice in the pool for us?”
“What do you mean? Freeze the water? She is going to get stuck in there.” Bobby eyed the pool lounger suspiciously. The plastic would tear under such circumstances. The Green Eyes, Buttercup, let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes for emphasis.
”No, stupid. Chlorine on the rocks!”
”Oh, right. Do you want any particular shapes for the cubes?”
The three sisters stared at him for a moment and just as Bobby was starting to think that he had said something stupid again, all three of them burst to giggles.
”That is so awesome!”
”We've never been able to do shapes!”
”Oh, I call daisies!”
”Stars!”
”Hearts!”
Bobby smirked and knelt down to reach the water. It wasn't a difficult trick, so in a minute, the pool was full of ice daisies, stars and hearts. Bubbles dunked her leg in the ice and flicked some of the stars up in the air with an elegant kick. The ice rattled and cracked, and with a sudden buzzing sound and a flash of heat, the ice stars burst into pieces, raining down on Bubbles.
“B! Oi! Screw you!” Bubbles screamed and flailed, causing the pool lounger to dip and she plunged down to the icy water. “Gaah!” she gasped when she kicked herself back to the surface.
Her hair, when dry, had resembled the shade of ripe wheat but wet seemed pure white, the turquoise water turning her eyes dazzling iridescent blue. At first sight Bobby had judged her the most normal in appearance, but now he had to rethink his initial take. She was like a mermaid amongst the stars, daisies and hearts.
“Oh, stop filming you big crybaby! Like cold has ever bothered you one bit!” Buttercup scoffed and sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet into the water. “It feels nice.”
“You stop using the lasers B, dad said you shouldn't! I'm so going to tell!” Bubbles countered, splashing amongst the ice.
“No one tells anything to any one.” Blossom said with a stern, ironclad authority that made Bobby immediately think of Logan. It was a disturbing connection. “Bobby, would you go fetch the bath towel from inside and snag the pink nail polish too while you are at it? Thanks.”
Judging by the looks the sisters exchanged Bobby decided that it was wiser to do as he was told and let the girls sort this one out. So he walked back to the house and after a bit of searching he found the stack of towels at the first floor bathroom cabinet. He found a whole array of nail polish as well, so he used his own vague knowledge about the matter, learned mainly from Jubes, and chose sparkly golden pink. It wasn't like the guys from the Mansion would ever hear about his experiences with nail polish. Or Marie. Actually Marie didn't need to hear any of this. Ever.
Bobby returned to the pool and the mood had shifted back to the relaxed summer afternoon. Blossom's glass seemed refreshed, Buttercup sat on one of the chairs, her long legs stretched out to catch the sun and Bubbles was lazily floating with the ice.
“Just drop the towels by the pool, in case Bee Bee decides to come out of the water. Great, excellent choice!” Blossom said when she noticed the polish Bobby had chosen. “I like that one. You have a good eye. You know, would you mind? I think my hand would shake.” She was holding out her leg and at first Bobby's brain just refused to connect the dots until Buttercup laughed.
“I thought you wanted to be useful?”
“Yeah...Yeah. Sure.” Bobby muttered and sat down at Blossom's feet. She placed her left foot elegantly on his lap and Bobby opened the nail polish with slightly shaking hands. He had done this only once to Marie, so the whole thing seemed... indecent. Immoral. He didn't think to refuse though. He started from the pinky toe.
There was a moment of silence that was broken by a coy question from the pool.
”Bobby, I was thinking, do you think cool thoughts like everyone else when they have a hard-on or does it just do the opposite?”
Bobby's hand froze in the mid stroke. Before his brain could comprehend the question, Buttercup interrupted.
”Boring! I want to know do you make your tongue icy cold when you go down on your girlfriend? Because that would get full points from me...”
”No, wait wait B, here's another one... Can you make your dick ice? Because I would suck that...Like a meat popsicle!”
The girls succumbed into helpless giggles and Bobby just stared at them mouth open. He had heard some stuff girls talked about at times, but never anything of this caliber.
“Well, can you?” Blossom asked curiously and wiggled her toes on his grip. Bobby let go carefully, placed the nail polish away and stood up.
“Uh, actually, I think I should be going home now. I have girlfriend and this conversation is slipping into some murky territory. So... Nice meeting you all, but...”
“Hah, didn’t I say that he is a straight shooter!”
“Shame.”
“We were hoping you would like to play. Oh well. See you around, Iceman.”
”Give our best to your mom.”
His ears burning with the giggles and the thought of ever reciting anything about this to anyone, much less to mom, Bobby left home.
Fandom: X-Men (movie) / Powerpuff Girls
Pairing: Bobby Drake / Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup
Kink: foot fetish - dirty talk - vehicular - penance/punishment
Word count: ~1800
Notes: written for the 'G-rated family fare' minichallenge, also including the 'Remix' and 'Crossover/Fusions' minichallenges.
So this is a remix of my old crossover fic 'The Three Daughters of Professor Utonium'. In this story, the grownup!PPG's lie on pool lounger & chairs (vehicular), ask Bobby to perform chores (penance), including painting their nails (foot fetish) while asking candid questions about mutant physiology (dirty talk).
When Bobby left the Xavier School to spend the summer with his family, he was afraid what kind of welcoming he would receive. Especially since last visit home had ended in police raid and explosion in the front yard.
It turned out that his family was capable of great surprises; they welcomed him home with open arms. Mom and dad assured him that the disastrous visit was just water under the bridge and Professor had explained them what had really been going on that day.
His parents’ new attitude about mutant issues was first endearing, then slightly embarrassing. Mom had even organized a support group for the parents of mutant children and she eagerly talked about every family in her group. Bobby wondered if she spoke so openly about him in the group but he was too afraid to ask.
Everything fell back to normal, but even if the past didn't bother his parents anymore, it did bother Bobby. He felt responsible about what had happened. It was true that he hadn't caused the situation; it had been an unfortunate combination of Ronnie's teenage rebellion with John's philosophy of devil-may-care living. Still, Bobby was the one left standing in the wreckage and he wanted to mend things. He started to work with fierce dedication on every house chores imaginable. He painted the fence, mowed the lawn, spruced, fixed and cleaned, until in few weeks, he finally ran out of things to do.
It was Saturday, and Bobby had walked restlessly around the house since dawn, bugging his mother, until she finally showed him the door.
”Go see the Utonium sisters if they need help. Their father is gone to the science symposium for the week. I bet their lawn needs mowing.”
The Utoniums lived in the white design home at the end of the block. The house was a remnant of experimental architecture and it had been empty for a long time until the three sisters and their father bought the house. Mom was very excited about that and she hadn't wasted any time to convince Mr. Utonium to join her support group. So Bobby knew that the sisters were 'special', as mom liked to put it.
That made the sisters interesting. Bobby took his mom’s suggestion and walked over to the Utonium house. It looked like a white ghost against the lush greenery of the trees. Bobby rang the doorbell and the sound jingled through the house. He waited and waited and just when he was about to leave, a tall girl opened the door. She had brightest green eyes Bobby had ever seen on anyone and a 20's flapper bob that was cut so sharp that Bobby wondered if she had used a special ruler to do it. She was wearing grass green shorts and white t-shirt with green stripes. Bobby could practically smell the minty freshness. She stared at him for a moment, and then flashed a wide, mischievous smile.
“Bobby Drake! We were just talking about you. C'mon in, we are at the pool.”
”Hi, I'm...Oh yeah, so I just came to ask...Oh, ok.” Before Bobby managed to collect his thoughts to a single sentence, the Green Eyes had already turned from the door and was briskly walking across the living room. Her legs were long and muscular, the kind you saw on professional tennis players. Bobby followed her through the house. It was decorated in minimalist manner and there was interesting design items scattered around. Obviously the science paid well.
The backyard was much more traditional than the front of the house, the pool taking most of the space. There was some potted plants and basic tile, table and chairs but no grass. A fact his mother should have known.
One of the sisters lay in the pool lounger, the other sat by the pool side, sipping something that looked suspiciously like a daiquiri. Bobby was sure that the girls weren't much older than he was, but then again, if he had a whole house to himself... The Green Eyes sat next to her sisters, giving Bobby a chance to really look at them. They were a striking trio, identical yet distinctively different. They had the same soft and feminine shape, combined with lean and solid muscularity that spoke of countless hours of sports; maybe volleyball or soccer, perhaps swimming. Long, shapely legs with light tanned skin, and curious eyes staring right back at him.
“It is so nice to finally meet you, Bobby. Your mother has told us so much about you. I'm Blossom, this is Bubbles and you already met Buttercup.”
Bobby had thought mom was joking when she had mentioned their names but sure enough, the sisters had really hippy names. In second thought, he couldn't really judge; he had heard some ridiculous codenames at school and it wasn't like someone gave them to you, people actually chose those themselves.
“Mom send me over to ask if you need any help around the house. I kind of run out of chores and got on her nerves.”
Blossom glanced over the brim of the sunglasses, revealing her striking eyes. They were light, sparkly red, like the ripe strawberry slush meshed with the ice crush on her daiquiri. Combined with the cherry colored hair adorned with a heart shape clip and the pale pink summer dress, the over all look was rather unnerving.
“We could think of some chores. How about you put some ice in the pool for us?”
“What do you mean? Freeze the water? She is going to get stuck in there.” Bobby eyed the pool lounger suspiciously. The plastic would tear under such circumstances. The Green Eyes, Buttercup, let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes for emphasis.
”No, stupid. Chlorine on the rocks!”
”Oh, right. Do you want any particular shapes for the cubes?”
The three sisters stared at him for a moment and just as Bobby was starting to think that he had said something stupid again, all three of them burst to giggles.
”That is so awesome!”
”We've never been able to do shapes!”
”Oh, I call daisies!”
”Stars!”
”Hearts!”
Bobby smirked and knelt down to reach the water. It wasn't a difficult trick, so in a minute, the pool was full of ice daisies, stars and hearts. Bubbles dunked her leg in the ice and flicked some of the stars up in the air with an elegant kick. The ice rattled and cracked, and with a sudden buzzing sound and a flash of heat, the ice stars burst into pieces, raining down on Bubbles.
“B! Oi! Screw you!” Bubbles screamed and flailed, causing the pool lounger to dip and she plunged down to the icy water. “Gaah!” she gasped when she kicked herself back to the surface.
Her hair, when dry, had resembled the shade of ripe wheat but wet seemed pure white, the turquoise water turning her eyes dazzling iridescent blue. At first sight Bobby had judged her the most normal in appearance, but now he had to rethink his initial take. She was like a mermaid amongst the stars, daisies and hearts.
“Oh, stop filming you big crybaby! Like cold has ever bothered you one bit!” Buttercup scoffed and sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet into the water. “It feels nice.”
“You stop using the lasers B, dad said you shouldn't! I'm so going to tell!” Bubbles countered, splashing amongst the ice.
“No one tells anything to any one.” Blossom said with a stern, ironclad authority that made Bobby immediately think of Logan. It was a disturbing connection. “Bobby, would you go fetch the bath towel from inside and snag the pink nail polish too while you are at it? Thanks.”
Judging by the looks the sisters exchanged Bobby decided that it was wiser to do as he was told and let the girls sort this one out. So he walked back to the house and after a bit of searching he found the stack of towels at the first floor bathroom cabinet. He found a whole array of nail polish as well, so he used his own vague knowledge about the matter, learned mainly from Jubes, and chose sparkly golden pink. It wasn't like the guys from the Mansion would ever hear about his experiences with nail polish. Or Marie. Actually Marie didn't need to hear any of this. Ever.
Bobby returned to the pool and the mood had shifted back to the relaxed summer afternoon. Blossom's glass seemed refreshed, Buttercup sat on one of the chairs, her long legs stretched out to catch the sun and Bubbles was lazily floating with the ice.
“Just drop the towels by the pool, in case Bee Bee decides to come out of the water. Great, excellent choice!” Blossom said when she noticed the polish Bobby had chosen. “I like that one. You have a good eye. You know, would you mind? I think my hand would shake.” She was holding out her leg and at first Bobby's brain just refused to connect the dots until Buttercup laughed.
“I thought you wanted to be useful?”
“Yeah...Yeah. Sure.” Bobby muttered and sat down at Blossom's feet. She placed her left foot elegantly on his lap and Bobby opened the nail polish with slightly shaking hands. He had done this only once to Marie, so the whole thing seemed... indecent. Immoral. He didn't think to refuse though. He started from the pinky toe.
There was a moment of silence that was broken by a coy question from the pool.
”Bobby, I was thinking, do you think cool thoughts like everyone else when they have a hard-on or does it just do the opposite?”
Bobby's hand froze in the mid stroke. Before his brain could comprehend the question, Buttercup interrupted.
”Boring! I want to know do you make your tongue icy cold when you go down on your girlfriend? Because that would get full points from me...”
”No, wait wait B, here's another one... Can you make your dick ice? Because I would suck that...Like a meat popsicle!”
The girls succumbed into helpless giggles and Bobby just stared at them mouth open. He had heard some stuff girls talked about at times, but never anything of this caliber.
“Well, can you?” Blossom asked curiously and wiggled her toes on his grip. Bobby let go carefully, placed the nail polish away and stood up.
“Uh, actually, I think I should be going home now. I have girlfriend and this conversation is slipping into some murky territory. So... Nice meeting you all, but...”
“Hah, didn’t I say that he is a straight shooter!”
“Shame.”
“We were hoping you would like to play. Oh well. See you around, Iceman.”
”Give our best to your mom.”
His ears burning with the giggles and the thought of ever reciting anything about this to anyone, much less to mom, Bobby left home.