#“and youd know?” -Jon

[i-like-books-and-women]

Welcome back to the bits of soup I deem good enough for the public:

Angel 100% thought Zach and Ruben were dating for a hot second. It would've been like somewhere in between after the talent show and before canon starts. But either way I think it went something like this.

Ruben: yeah so there's this guy

Zach: ooh guy?

Angel: oh do you guys have an open relationship?

Zach & Ruben: what-

Angel: aren't you dating?

Zach: i mean ruben's an amazing person but I'm straight-

Angel was then confused about this for the next like month. After this interaction he ran it by Jon and Jon was like "bro what planet do you live on?". Then after Zach and Ruben came out to Jon and Angel, Angel pulled Jon aside and was like "fuck you I knew it I was right".

Secondary thought. After Zach and Ruben got their shit together but before Jon and Angel knew (that's a time window of like 2 weeks right??? I don't remember lol) they like put together that something was going on and were trying to make the math math. Eventually Angel got to "they've gotta me a thing man no way they aren't" which was very "I've connected the dots. You didn't connect shit. I've connected them.)

[i-eat-mold]

just here to say that gertrude robinson is the single funniest character. she is THE character. she dies before the show even starts. shes an old lady that adopted an edgy teen and traveled the world. She is the avatar of one of the fourteen elditch horrors that feed on primordial fears, she had basically infite knowledge of everything and her plan to stop one of the rituals of a cult of another one of said list of eldrich horrors was to blow it up with a bunch of c4. we only find out about this because she stored all of the explosives in a random storage unit and the aforementioned edgy teen with mommy issues (who by the way, is dead, but when he died she sneaked into the morgue to put him inside a book) speaks through the book to the woman's succesor who, by the way, has no idea what the fuck is going on because neither she nor anyone else has bothered to explain shit to him, and tells him that she kept something important in the unit. we only find out about this after 100 episodes of the show. She feeds her subordinates to an all consuming monster/god, but its ok i guess. Later on (earlier on? at the same time? in a different timeline? after?) the literal end of the world and the end of the end of the world shes back and still has to deal with this stupid teenager who at least doesnt spend half his life focused on dyeing his hair and the other half about finding murder books (not as books about murder but as in, books who actively murder). She is a well experienced arsonist despite having no affiliation with the actual official arsonists club that is yet another cult to yet another one of the previously mentioned eldritch horrors. She is, however, metaphysically tied to the Chosen One, the Messiah of said cult, or some shit. She is absolutely terrible at her actual office job (on purpose). She dismembered a guy (who was her assistant) and probably commited several undocumented crimes against humanity. Once again, she has all seeing abilities and barely noticed her favorite assistant was torturing a coworker. She dares her murderous boss to kill her and gets surprised when he does so. When asked what to do about a literal Monster Pig, her advice is to encase it in cement. She was such a bitch. Her plan B was always to set things on fire. Her plan A was often to set things on fire. One of these instances was approved by her boss (the one who killed her). It is canon that the reason she started all this shit in her life was because the fire cult killer her cat. She sacrified another one of her assistants who became an avatar of the literal concept of Insanity but it was just a other thursday for her. She knows on a first name basis pretty much every person and monster affiliated with the eldritch horrors that she tries to keep at bay on the daily. She stopped a ritual for The Lonely by making the place a tourist destination. She has an ebay account. Instead of performing a ritual for the God that she was affiliated with, she wanted to destroy it and planned to 1. blind herself, and 2. set fire (yet again) to her workplace. It didnt work, because and her boss, who was also the one who was going to perform the ritual, finds her right before and kills her after she says he has no balls to do so. Also she is voiced by the mother of the main character's voice actor (who he named with his own, full, legal name) and the series' writer, which are the same person. Shes the worst, shes the best, i love her, we will never get anyone like her again, we need more characters like her.

[likhopinetree]

started archival course.

sasha was so right about being mad jon got the job without right degree holy shit

[dipperscavern]

i know you already talked a bit about mean!robb but what about the other stark men? do you think theyre ever mean? do you think youd have to ask them? or would you be able to push their buttons to get them to go to town in you? are they mean in different way?

i just want to know more about the starks being meanies in bed 😮‍💨

GOOODNIIIIIIIIIIGHT SAVANNAH. MEAN STARKS MEAN STARKS

okay, so, all the starks are inherently gentleman. it’s in their blood, and how they were raised. northmen don’t PLAY about their women. but, that’s not saying they can’t be mean.

cregan. i’m sweating.. okay. cregan can be “mean”, but i’m imagining a very specific type of mean. instead of punishing you, it’s more of him showing you what he really can do to you. remember when i said cregans pace in eating you out would be slower, but it would be really intense? i think it’s the same for fucking. when cregans being mean its very intense and overwhelming. like, crying into the pillow limbs shaking overwhelming. robb is very taunting when he’s mean, but cregan wouldn’t even say anything. just letting his body do the talking. however, if you could see him, you’d see the smile on his face (tee hee).

i don’t think you’d even necessarily have to ask cregan to be mean or rough. he’d see it as an attitude adjustment. oh… oh walk with me. if you’re being snappy all day, plain rude and disregarding everything he’s saying, he gives you a warning. he reminds you of his size after a particular snarky comment, backing you against the wall without even using his hands to push you. just pauses in his tracks, looks at you, sees you unwavering, and stalks toward you without word. then, if it continues, he’ll just push you towards your chambers silently with a hand on the small of your back.

he’d definitely gauge your reactions throughout the day to make sure that it’s what you’re really after, and when he’s proven right, even in the middle of an attitude adjustment he’s making sure he’s not pushing your limits too far. he’s attentive, even when he’s bullying his cock in you. 🫠

[coughs and almost throws up on myself. sits back in my office chair and leans out the open door] LINDA. CAN WE GET MEAN JON SNOW ON THE PHONE?!

with jon, he’s only able to be mean in a dirty context. sorry but u can’t convince me otherwise. out of a dirty context, robb could definitely be mean. cregan could be assertive…. hm… IM GETTING OFF TRACK.

jon is a patient man. he’s understanding, and honestly, you might have to give him some serious hints on what you want. he could definitely get the idea on his own, but it would be better/easier to talk to him about it. he would be unsure at first, afraid of hurting you, but if you push his buttons you’d get what you want. when you’re being snarky and pushing his buttons, he’d just give you these looks. his eyes are dark, and he’s clearly frustrated, but he won’t do anything in front of other people. he’d make you think he let it slide, and then you’re walking to your shared chambers & he’s suddenly dragging you there, closing the door & pushing you against it.

and… can i be real… i don’t think he’d even use his cock. you love when jon uses his mouth on you. he’s so good at it, it’s almost like a reward. but, with that being said… edging. that’s his way of being mean. he’s skilled with his tongue, he knows how to make you cum. so he won’t. he’ll get you there, he’ll make you get soooo close — and then pull away, making you whine. he’s not mad forever though, and he can’t resist making you cum for long. he just needs to get his frustration out, then you can finish <3

oh but.. freshly post resurrection jon snow. i think he needs to fuck you. hard. bend you over till you’re crying. he’s grunting and panting,. and… and…. [i go limp] [lindas voice crackles over the intercom] “SHES DOWN! CODE BLACK” [emts come and retrieve me with a stretcher]

[froot-batty]

WOOOOOO YAAAYYYY YIPPEEEE !!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU !!!!!

Maybe some things were always meant to be broken...

I said I'd do it I SAID I'D DO IT-

Ooooooooh boy, here we go! I said I'd draw and color in a Hatter, and so I did! I never said that it was going to be a happy piece ;3 (hey, even I'm capable of angst at times) so here's Jervis having a not-so-fun time. (My first ever semi-scene even!)

The reason Scarecrow (figure on the right) has "HATE" written on it is because I couldn't think of what Scarecrow's symbol would be, plus it's a mention to "the incident" that happened between Crane and Tetch that we don't know much about. (But all we know is it was messy!)

Also the masks under the figures are a nod to froot-batty's Mad Hatter tea party pic, where Eddie and Jon are wearing masks!

Anywho, I'm super proud of this, the background may not be fully colored in but it was fun!

A better view of the full thing, since I did have to break out the big sketchbook for this one.

All of these amazing designs (Jervis, Edward, Jonathan, and the Alice) belong to the awesome @froot-batty! I really hope I did your Hatter (and everyone else) justice ;3

[witchinatree]

i'm having so much fun with the new tmagp characters (and i will miss them dearly until april 11th) (side note: patreon members get access on my sisters birthday which is pretty cool) and i don't want to compare them to the tma characters because they are unique and different in MANY ways, i just also notice some parallels

gwen is very similar to jon, she has had a somewhat skeptic attitude but has now clearly been exposed to the horrors (bonzo..) and she's also climbing the corporate ladder if you will. she runs the place, she's grumpy, and i think she's closer to becoming an avatar than any of the others (even sam) (see my other post about it if youd like) (idk how to link it on mobile sorry)

alice and tim are kinda obvious, both comedic with younger brothers and are very susceptible to romantic feelings (sasha/sam). there was a lot more going on with tim and we haven't seen much of that side of alice, so i'm really excited to learn about her backstory and/or traumas. less excited about what that might to do her but yk.. yk..

sam/sasha is the most interesting one to me. sam is curious like sasha was. sasha wanted to know which made her archivist potential in everyone's eyes. sam also wants to know, he'd make a great archivist. except he's not cautious, he's like sasha if she had never worked in the artifact storage. i think sasha's strength was what she had already experienced and what she knew, but she didn't know enough and ultimately that got her killed. sam is going to keep learning until he does know enough, but he doesn't have that prior knowledge to stop him from going too far. very interesting characters from both of them

celia and martin i guess? celia's different since she's not exactly from tmagp

lena and elias because creepy murder boss

and finally colin and gertrude which is kind of insane of me to say but hear me out. gertrude cut out the eyes of book covers and magazines and everything in her home. she was incredibly paranoid she just was also a boss ass bitch about it. i think younger gertrude must've been a lot like colin, but she figured it out quicker and realized what she needed to do to survive. she asked the right questions and took the right precautions. she had the archive full of knowledge. colin doesn't have the archive, he's messing with the wrong thing and he's taking every precaution and hurting himself and those around him (sam's phone specifically comes to mind). i think gertrude was like colin but she had the right resources to get through it

idk all of these are very interesting and it makes me worry a bit, but ofc every character is unique and has aspects to them that change their stories. they're probably still gonna die though, we know jonny sims loves killing characters ☹️

[raynetheinsane]

Batfam (and friends) as Henry Danger quotes

(Because im a nerd and love this show)

Damian: Tt, my parties arent that bad

Jon: Christmas. 3 years ago. 15 kids ended up in the hospital!

Damian: FATHER!!!

Tim: Damian! Were trying to study here *indicates to Duke and Steph, both clearly not studying*

Damian: I’m talking to my Father.

Robin!Jason: Dangit! All these jobs say i gotta have skills..

Dick: You have skills!

Jason: Name one.

Dick: You’re a great dancer!

Jason: No I’m not?

Dick: You could take lessons.

(More under the cut i just dont want this to be super duper long)

Bruce: How old are you?

Tim, trying to become robin: Im 13, I’ll be 14. On my next birthday

Dick: Ah so youre aging sequentially

Tim, extremely tired: Do you ever dream about sleeping?

Steph, extremely confused:…no??

Tim: good. If you did youd be dead.

Bruce: Lets ride.

Robin!Jason who is very new to this: Wha- Ride where?

Bruce: We’ve got people in the Jandy River that need saving.

Bruce: Come on.

Jason: You mean we’re going there? Together? Like right now?

Tim, extremely dirty and has a cut on his face walking into Drake Manor:

Jack, not paying attention: Hey Tim, did you get the job?

Tim: Yeah, just finished my first day.

Jack: So hows work?

Tim: Uh it was pretty… interesting.

Bernard: Hey, you never told us what you do at your new job

Tim: *just stares wide eyed silently*

Bruce: While we were patrolling, Poison Ivy stole packs of baby bottles, can you guess why?

Robin!Dick: Uhhh

Bruce: To flood the bottles with radioactive plant matter.

Dick: I would not have guessed that.

Jason: I see youre in your pajama pants.

Tim: Yeah its almost midnight, I was studying for this test i have tomorrow

Jason: What subject?

Tim: Puerto Rican history

Jason: Ah Puerto Rico… land of…

Tim: Puerto Ricans?

Jason: yeah..

Red Hood: Strike three.

Spoiler: That was only 2

Hood: Okay, don’t correct me in front of the criminals

Duke: Whats in the mug?

Tim, who just poured himself and entire pot of coffee despite hating it: Coffee.

Tim: To keep me alive.

Duke: no, no, no, no, you cannot drink this much coffee after work. This mug is comedically large!

Steph: I have the same dream all the time. It satrts with me getting a horse for my birthday. Then my dad shows up. Then the horse kicks my dad in the face!

Jason, helping Tim study: You want a good grade on your puerto rican math test?

Tim: history

Jason, who died before he finished highschool: Same thing

Non-Bat who needs the antidote for Joker gas or something: Will this hurt?

Black Bat: Yes, very much.

Bernard, talking about a criminal the Bats cant catch: Its not Batmans fault, he just needs a better sidekick

Tim: One more time.

Bernard, who knows: Just saying, I’d be way better at catching criminals than the current Robin

Dick: I’m gonna die..

Jason: Not in the house. If you’re gonna die, do it outside

Tim: I’m Robin.

Bernard: I know. I figured that out.

Damian: Todd, I wish to speak to you about something.

Jason: BABIES COME FROM THE BABY STORE

Oracle: Steph, come to Gotham Park right now!

Steph: noo, I’m not in the mood for trees

Oracle: did i ask you what youre in the mood for?

Vikki Vale: So, Spoiler, how did you catch Two Face?

Spoiler: I’d love to take all the credit, but it was really all thanks to my partner, Black Bat.

Vikki: Interesting. Black Bat, can you tell us more?

Black Bat: No.

It really bothers me the lack of Babs, Cass, and Duke worthy quotes there are 😔😔 also my personal favs show a lot and im sorry for that, but there will be more as i think of them, these are just eps 1-4, the rest will be posted like in a queue or something and as single quotes cus im eepy

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you write some stuff about Spot with one bed trope. You can either write pre collider or after collider. Which one is easy. I just have this idea for days and you I love your writings

one bed trope with Jonathan Ohnn!

basically jonathan has a crush on reader, no confession happens, and reader isnt confirmed or denied to reciprocate mostly just jon watching you sleep and thinking about what could be admin got a little silly not proof read, the bangers im listening too were too intense, we die like the spider that bit miles not sure how long this post is going to be! im not used to typing on an actual computer so my shoulders going stiff </3 anyways!

honestly i wouldnt put it past him to not get a room with one bed on purpose/hj

but lets assume he didnt and this is a genuine coincidence, because i think his misery and half hidden crush would be funny

gonna do a middle road here and assume spot has a crush on reader but hasnt confessed yet; whether reader feels the same is going to be up in the air

you see his body language immediately change when he sees the single bed in the room; you two had booked a hotel for the night for one reason for another

perhaps a work trip?

regardless the point still stands that there is only one bed

he offers to sleep on the floor, he doesnt mind it for one night, he can suck it up and-

you stop him before he can go on a full thing about how you can have the entire bed to yourself and how his back can stand sleeping on the floor for a few hours

yeah, no, with how hes always hunched over himself, his back will most certainly not thank him in the morning...

thank god the room is dim, otherwise youd see just how red his face is... not that his nervousness wasnt evident with how he was stumbling over himself

you convince him to take the left half of the bed, while you take the right

oh boy this is awkward

the air feels so thick, like you could cut straight through it... or is that just jonathons thinking?

his back is to you, so his face isnt right in yours; whether that makes it more awkward he cant tell...

he considered breaking the silence, but stopped himself; what if you were already alseep

you werent talking..

he carefully rolled onto his back and looked at you, hoping he wasnt too obvious

you were asleep already.... oh how he envied you, for dropping so fast

he turned, now facing you, alone with his thoughts

his mouth parted, before closing again

what? was he really going to talk to you, while you were knocked out?

"get real..." he thought to himself

he wasnt sure how long he ended up laying there, but for the majority of the time he was awake he thought about you

every part that he liked, everything that he wanted to tell you, the future he wanted to have with you

he wanted to hold you, to take you out and spoil you. maybe even move in together in a nice house? maybe even, if you wanted, have kids? he never really saw himself as a father but if you wanted him to be, he'd step up-

and and

he would make sure that you knew you were valued to at least one person, everyday, and would remind you how much he loved you, and...

but-

but you were coworkers; and thats how it would likely remain..

"but," hed interject, only to shoot himself down

it was agonizing, actually

that repeating cycle of thoughts kept up until his eyelids were about to close

but as he was about to drift off, your form suddenly scooted closer to him

eyes wide he looked at you, oh god were you awake the entire time he was staring?

no

you were still asleep

on one hand he was relieved that he wasnt caught being... weird... and his body relaxed' but on the other hand he felt his heart wretch knowing that you werent really. snuggling into him on purpose

as much as he wanted to stay close by and nuzzled into you, he shifted himself to the edge of the bed and sat up

he looked at the clock, it was a few hours past midnight...

he pulled himself up, and tugged himself to the bathroom

yeah... there was no way he was going to be able to sleep with you in the bed... not that it was your fault..! its just..

he frowned, desperately avoiding accidentally glancing at himself in the mirror

no, you would never... right?

when morning comes and you eventually wake up and question his absence in bed and the circles around his eyes he dismisses you with a simple "oh i couldnt sleep, the bed was uncomfortable,"

poor guy

[stevie-petey]

ooh jon pov!! maybe a blurb of jon pov from halloween? from the party or him taking nancy home? i love the dynamic between the four of them sm <3

YES !!! jon pov ur so loved

enjoy <3

"so, you come here often?" jonathan winces at his own stupid question.

samantha, the goth girl, snorts into her cup. "nice one."

"yeah," he looks around. why arent you back yet? you know how scared he is of girls. for years its all youve made fun of him for, and now, when a girl has approached him, youve abandoned him.

samantha takes another sip from her drink and jonathan really wants to die. he doesnt know where youve gone, and now hes starting to get worried. normally by now youd be back by his side, teasing him and making him feel like an idiot, but youre not.

maybe youre with nancy, bonding over a cup of random liquor and giggling over boys.

yeah. right.

"do you like the music-"

"sorry, did you see where my friend went?" jonathan interrupts the girl, who gives him a wicked glare.

she shoves her cup towards the kitchen, her voice now gruff. "that way."

jonathan turns around and finally sees the flash of your red dress. he exhales, relieved, and apologizes to samanatha before making his way over to you.

he takes his time. it looks like youre talking to someone, but as he gets closer, jonathan starts to notice the way your eyebrows are scrunched with discomfort. the tension you hold in your shoulders. how your eyes are flashing in alarm as you push against a figure.

"just get the fuck off of me-"

then, jonathan notices the arms that encase you against the wall, pinning you so that you cant move, and suddenly all he can see his red. he doesnt know what hes doing next until its done.

pain spreads throughout jonathans fist.

its automatic, a reflex innate within him.

the guy hes punched crumbles to the ground and jonathan is about to start kicking the fuck out of him when steve appears. he drags him back by his jacket and jonathan is about to punch steve as well.

but then he sees the way youre shielding yourself against the wall and all the residual anger in jonathan vanishes. youre scared. he wont make it worse for you. youd kill him if he did, anyways.

jonathan leans over the guy. "she told you to get off of her."

the guy smiles again, slowly gets up, and then takes a bow. "not bad, loner boy."

again the rage returns, but not as violently as it had only a few moments ago when jonathan saw the guy about to assault you. no, anyone could do what they wanted with him, but you? it was always red when it came to you.

jonathan tries to step closer, but steve grabs him again. "hes not worth it, man."

he knows steve is right, but youre shaking. the lights may be dimmed and you may be covered in a long gown, but jonathan sees it. youre pale, the normal fire in your eyes is gone. the guy had really gotten under your skin, something he hadnt thought was possible.

jonathan has never hated anyone so viciously before.

whoever this blonde mullet asshole is, jonathan wont ever let him near you again.

[faggotmox]

title: at his worst rating: explicit pairing: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli word count: 7,260 warnings/tags: watersports, leather, boots, boot licking, cbt, S&M, breeding, one instance of blood licking, violence (slapping, kicking, throwing, threats), zelophilia, erotomania, extreme possessiveness, provoking, roughness, basically cnc but not the way youd think, kinda pet play but it's more Claudio calling Eddie & Mox dogs & treating Mox as a dog to humiliate him notes: this is a kink meme fill: Mox/anyone, watersports/foot kink "What it says on the tin. Basically, Mox getting pissed on with additional foot/shoe kink." summary: Baiting someone like Claudio into loosing control wasn't easy, but Mox never minded a challenge. What he gets might be more than he bargained for, but that's never stopped him before.

[ link to ao3 ]

It’s the air of Newports clinging to the cloth of the jacket. An unmistakable stench lingering so everyone would know Mox had been sucking down that specific brand. The locker room wasn’t overwhelmed with the smell, but as Mox passed by Yuta he wrinkled his nose.

Not that Yuta was the one that Mox was targeting, it was still a fun reaction. Instead he was after a much bigger fish. Claudio had looked up immediately when Mox entered, his much more hound-like nose catching on quicker than anyone else. Narrow eyes tracked Mox as he walked over to the cubby to toss the crinkled pack of cigarettes on top of his bag.

“Wheeler,” Clauido’s voice came out tight.

“Yeah?” Yuta looked up, his eyebrow raising as he heard the stress in the other’s voice.

“Could you run down to catering and get me a coffee, please.” Claudio was stiff as he spoke, his eyes clearly trying not drift over to Mox undressing.

“What?” Yuta frowned at the request and he dared a look at the oblivious man undressing.

“Go to catering and bring me back a coffee,” Claudio repeated much more tersely.

“Wha--” Yuta found himself quickly cut off as another question formed.

“Just black. Now.” Claudio’s voice grew more stern as he gestured to the door.

“Fine.” Yuta rolled his eyes as he got going, having to tug a hoodie over his bare chest as he went.

The door swung closed with a heavy thud. Claudio used his long legs to stride to the door in as few steps as possible without running. The deadbolt was flipped with a lot of force, making metallic clinks. Finally, Mox turned around to smirk at the bothered man.

“You good, Swiss?” Mox’s slightly bratty, teasing voice set the other man on edge.

“Come here.” Claudio held himself totally tense, muscles bulging and flexing as he held the tight coil of rage inside.

“You sent the kid outta here in a hurry.” Mox leaned back against his locker instead, foot coming up on the bench to start unlacing. “Something you wanna talk about, babe?”

Claudio’s anger swelled up and crashed as he caught sight of love bites decorating Mox’s neck, where they had previously been hidden under his shirt. Instead of waiting for Mox to obey, Claudio stormed forward, stepping over the bench and forcing Mox’s leg down. The lockers rattled when Mox was slammed into the metal. Moans trickled out of Mox’s throat as he felt himself start to fill out the crotch of his jeans.

“I do not know how many times--” Claudio breathed in the smell of the wrong tobacco on his partner. “--we must talk about this before he keeps his fucking hands to himself.”

“What makes you think--” Mox felt all the air leave his lungs as his back slammed into the locker door again.

“You stink,” Claudio growled. “You’re marked.”

“I am?” Mox gave a toothy grin. “Well, you know Eddie gets--”

Everything moved in a blur as Claudio ragdolled Mox over the bench. The world turned upside down and pain blossomed even as Mox did his best to break the fall. His back met concrete, the force once again violently depriving him of oxygen. Only Mox would be turned on by that display, his world violently rocked just like he liked it.

As Mox rolled onto his side, moaning in pain and wheezing for breath, he watched the other man advance on him. It occurred to Mox in that moment that perhaps he bit off more than he could chew provoking Claudio like this (again). Then again it has been his goal for a while to drive his Swiss partner insane because a crazy Claudio fucked even harder than normal. There was a beast to unleash inside the man.

The furious dark eyes, tight frown, and pinched brow made Mox’s dick twitch. Seeing Claudio lose his composure and control was the hottest thing Mox could ever imagine. Most people would never get the pleasure of being on the receiving end of the real Claudio – of the wild animal that he truly was deep down under all the training.

Leather ring boots kicked Mox’s shoulder, applying pressure until he rolled onto his back. Claudio stood over him, looking down with a stormy expression. That was exactly what Mox wanted. The corners of his mouth turned into a smirk, tongue peeking out between his smug lips which seemed to piss off Claudio even more.

“I don't think we need to talk anymore. It doesn't seem as though my English is coming through clearly.” Claudio lowered over the man on the floor, his right boot planted on Mox's chest. “I think it's time I start speaking his language.”

“Gonna start on your Spanish--” Mox choked as the boot landed on his neck, pressing down for just long enough to be dangerous before letting up. “Fuck.” Mox coughed.

Instead of issuing a command, Claudio knelt down and slapped the shit out of Mox. Red finger prints bloomed under the beard as heat and pain burned through the nerves. Mox could feel that fog cover him the more he was roughed up. Another slap landed on his other cheek and he moaned Claudio’s name.

“I would beat you senseless if you did not have to perform tonight.” Claudio clearly meant it, a wishfulness in his voice.

“Promise, sweetheart?” Mox smirked at the fire that lit. Using Eddie’s most common term of endearment was a mean little jab, but Mox couldn't help himself.

Stepping to one side of Mox, Claudio made sure to issue a swift kick to his ribcage. Mox groaned, rolling to protect that side as another kick tried to make a bruise. Instead of telling him to get up, Mox found himself being dragged by his foot like he was nothing. The concrete transitioned to tile as Claudio dragged his partner into the bathroom.

Finally Claudio dropped the leg in favor of picking the man up. Mox was making it difficult to be picked up, allowing his body to go limp with Claudio's arms supporting him. Grunting, the larger man simply tossed Mox into a shower stall out of annoyance.

Another hard impact knocked Mox loopy. This was far beyond anything Mox had been able to draw out before, and it was amazing. Slowly he pushed himself upright, letting his back rest against the wall. It took a moment for his eyes to stop going around and around so he could focus on the huge, menacing figure in the shower stall doorway.

“Damn, big guy,” Mox muttered, his hand going to adjust his aching dick pressing against his jeans.

“No.” Claudio kicked Mox's hand away from his own dick. “You clearly can't be trusted with what's mine.”

That sent a shiver through Mox. Slowly his eyes traveled down the long, muscled body. The massive hard outline of Claudio's cock showing that he was beyond aroused too. Jealousy was an extremely potent aphrodisiac for Claudio, and Mox loved pushing that boundary.

Mox's eyes were huge with desire as the leather boot that kicked away his hand was pressed against his clothed cock. His breathing hitched as Claudio slowly stepped on his crotch, the erotic pain making him ache and throb.

“Oh, fuck!” Mox almost reached for the shiny leather but knew he'd be hit for it. “Fuck, fuck!” The pain was real, his shaft and balls hurting as the weight was steadily applied.

“Hump, mutt. It's all you're good for.” Claudio gestured to his foot, it wasn't a safe amount of pressure he was bearing down on Mox's crotch. “Now.”

“Claudio.” Mox moaned as he started to press his cock even harder against the sole of the boot. It was driving Mox to new heights, somewhere between exploding with an orgasm and passing out from pain. “Fuck, please!”

One hand slammed against the tile wall of the shower as Mox worked his hips harder. The delicious pain was incredibly erotic, leaving Mox whimpering and begging quietly. Eyes closed and head dropped back against the wall as he gave torturously painful little rocks of his hips. The second orgasm of the night was approaching like a freight train, all because Claudio was crushing his engorged cock.

“Slut,” Claudio spat as he pulled his boot away.

“No!” Mox cried out at the sudden loss of pain, even sliding down the wall more to chase after the boot. “Fuck. I was so fucking close!”

“I know.” Claudio scowled above, his eyes still just as angry and furious. “Open your jeans, slide them down your hips only an inch or two.”

“Fuck you.” Mox couldn't help himself and finally earned a swift punch to the mouth, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his lips. “God damn it. Fuck. Okay, okay.”

First Mox stuck his tongue out to catch the droplets of crimson. Eyes tracked the movement of Mox's tongue with interest, maybe wanting a taste too. Following instructions wasn't Mox's favorite thing but he did like getting punched so he may as well reward Claudio’s unhinged behavior.

“Good,” Claudio sneered as he watched Mox’s hands work open his jeans. “That's fine,” Claudio informed Mox when he started to lower his pants, just a little, just passing his dick. The red underwear was tightly stretched over Mox's throbbing cock. He glanced between Claudio and his own body as he tried to figure out what was to come next.

“I think it's time I mark my territory, don't you?” Claudio pushed his tights down until his cock flopped out obscenely. “A dog like Eddie needs to be shown who this bitch belongs to, and it is not him.”

Claudio kicked at Mox's legs until he bowed them out more. Now he was standing between the spread legs. They shared a look and Mox just couldn't resist. It was in his nature to drive his lovers mad by being the biggest brat possible at all times.

“Gonna piss with that hardon?” Mox winked.

Clearly that was the wrong move because Claudio rolled his eyes. A swift, hard tap to Mox's balls made the man cry out and try to curl in on himself. The same boot that assaulted Mox's balls kicked him back against the wall with a thud.

“Yes.” Claudio took his mostly hard shaft in hand.

It was more difficult pissing with an erection, but this wasn’t his first time urinating on a lover before. Or just Mox in general. Focus and some muscle was all Claudio needed to start a mildly weak stream of piss. The first splash landed on Mox’s crotch, wet warmth soaking through the athletic material. The sensation was pure pleasure on both sides.

Some of the stream was directed towards Mox’s stomach and chest before returning to darken the blue jeans at the thighs. The urine ran clear since Claudio was constantly intaking water. Bliss was coursing through Mox’s veins, moaning and writhing under the spray as he looked up at the huge cock delivering his pleasures.

“Mouth open.” Claudio stepped forward so he could spray down the Mox’s throat. The last dribbles leaked into the other man’s mouth. “Swallow it.”

Never one to back down, Mox barely opened his eyes as he swallowed. The growl that got out of Claudio was worth it, going straight to Mox’s cock. Before the crazed man could step back Mox leaned in to suck every last droplet of urine off the head of Claudio’s dick.

“Were you holding all that so you could go just before your match or do you just enjoy having that much piss in your bladder?” Mox didn’t sound grumpy at all, in fact he was just turned on.

“You never know when to say when, do you?” Claudio shook his head as he knelt down, making sure to avoid wet spots. “You are impossible.”

“I’m cute too.” Mox winked, his tongue poking out to taste the piss still clinging to his beard.

Jeans and underwear were jerked down further. The sigh of relief from Mox when his cock was freed made his partner chuckle. Long, thick fingers wrapped around the base of Mox’s ball sac tight enough to make him groan uncomfortably. His balls were bulging in the sac, turning a darker shade of red. The following sharp slap sent Mox reeling, stars exploding behind his eyes as he cried out.

The pain was overwhelming, white hot through every nerve in Mox’s body. Of course one strike wasn’t enough, so Claudio started to do more. Mox’s body thrashed around, tethered to the floor only by the other man holding his valuables, screaming out and moaning loudly. There were thick strings of pre-come oozing from the tip of his twitching cock at the treatment.

Each smack was more painful than the last. Mox was panting and crying, a slow trickle of tears down his face. There was a high that he was chasing and Claudio was close to taking him there. Everything was just about to become too much, where any sane person would let up, but that wasn’t the case here. Instead Claudio took the swollen sac in the palm of his large hand and started to squeeze.

“FUCK!” Mox screamed, his fist coming down on the wall of the shower. “Can’t-- Claudio--”

“Can’t what? Handle the consequences of your own actions?” Claudio hissed as he worked to tighten his grip.

“Fuck, fuck, please.” Mox could hardly breathe, his voice raw and choked. Still he wasn’t sure if he was asking for more or for everything to stop.

“You wanted this, you did this. I hate it when you make me like this.” Claudio was panting just as much as the tormented man, crazy eyes fully focused on Mox. “I can’t hold on. You made me do this.”

“I’m--I’m--” Mox looked woozy, his face flush with pain and arousal.

“I don’t care. You could pass out and I’ll still flip you over and breed your slut ass,” Claudio growled, another harsh squeeze.

“Shit!” Mox’s whole body convulsed with the pain, and finally his hands came down to grab at the ones wrapped around his balls.

“Don’t you dare,” Claudio snarled as he caught one of the incoming hands by the wrist. “You’re the one that asked me to do this. Coming into our locker room smelling like fucking Eddie, marked by Eddie fucking Kingston as if I won’t rip both of your throats out.”

“Argh,” Mox bad finally found his breaking point, loud sobs wracking his body. Stuttering breath, uncontrollable tears, and a pale face, all indicators that Mox was truly at his body's limits.

“Fuck you, Jon,” Claudio spat viciously as the other withered in agony.

The hand Claudio was holding onto was firmly placed back on the wall of the shower, making it clear that Mox was not to move it again. Another soul crushing smack was applied to Mox’s aching balls. The scream of pain made Claudio smirk so he did it again and again until his victim was all screamed out. Mox’s body was losing all its fight from the mistreatment. It was never an easy feat to subdue Jon Moxley.

Finally Claudio released the tortured sac, allowing his partner to drop back into the puddle of piss on the floor. Long legs took him back to his full height as he watched Mox curl in on himself, hands finally able to gently cup his own balls. The quiet whimpers and moans of suffering made Claudio’s cock twitch. At this point Mox was in so much pain he probably couldn’t see.

“Hey.” Claudio reached out his foot to nudge at Mox’s shoulder until vacant blue eyes looked up. “If you move from this exact spot and position while I’m gone I’ll put your balls under my boot until they pop. Understood?”

It wasn’t really fair. After all, Mox wasn’t even in this world anymore. With the kind of pain Claudio put him through he was very much in hell, but the weak nod wasn’t enough confirmation. With an annoyed sigh Claudio wedged his foot between Mox’s thighs and pressed the side of the boot against the swollen balls.

“F-fuck…” Mox moaned pitfully at just the light contact.

“Say it.” Claudio’s jaw was tight, teeth practically grinding together.

“I won’t fuckin’ move,” Mox mumbled out as he tried to keep still to prove the point.

The leather slipped wetly from between Mox’s thighs, piss covering the shiny surface. Claudio retreated from the stall, even out of the bathroom, leaving Mox alone in his misery. At this point there was no telling what would happen. Mox smiled to himself as his breathing calmed down; he had unleashed the very monster he had wanted.

The best part for him was that Claudio hated it, hated being jealous and losing control so violently. Breaking the seams of such a buttoned up man was Mox’s favorite way to live dangerously. It took a long time to find the right triggers for Claudio, the thing that would send him into a violent rage the easiest. Of course the fastest, easiest way to get under that tough skin was Eddie Kingston.

There weren’t rules. It wasn’t like Claudio could tell Mox he couldn’t see Eddie since the Swiss man had no control over him. Mox could fuck whoever he wanted, but Claudio made it clear in this case that there would be consequences. Mox sure did enjoy those consequences the more extreme they got, and despite Claudio hating losing control the man seemed to get off on being the jealous out of control lover.

The time thinking allowed Mox’s body to calm down. Sure his balls hurt, but the deep ache and throbbing also made him hard as could be. The incredible pain dulled down to low erotic simmer, any touch could cause that pain to return. The cold, wet floor was a nice contrast to his overheated body as everything started getting back to the base line.

Quiet footsteps alerted Mox to the return of his tormentor. A smile grew on his face as Claudio got closer, walking right back into the trap. Clearly their five minute intermission didn’t calm down the Swiss man like it had Mox. The angry frown was still present, the storm still going full force behind the dark brown eyes.

“I’m surprised,” Claudio announced as he saw the other man in the exact same place he’d left him. “You touched your cock though.”

“How would you know?” Mox muttered, his eyes cracking open.

“On your back.” Claudio kicked at him once more, hoping to leave bruises on Mox’s legs. “Because you’re a whore, Jon.”

“Got me there.” Mox chuckled as he rolled onto his back slowly.

“Hm.” Claudio towered over him, stepping up so his feet were planted on either side of Mox’s hips.

They stared at each other for a moment until Mox realized why the other man had run off. A large bottle of water was in one hand and his phone was in the other. Claudio made a show of bringing the bottle up to his lips and chugging a good few gulps of water. While drinking Claudio opened his phone, clearly swiping over messages from Yuta who was still locked out of their locker room.

Once Claudio made his point he lowered the bottle. On his phone Claudio opened up his camera, the lens aimed at Mox’s obscene position on the floor. After a few moments of fake consideration Claudio snapped a few photos of Mox like he was a porn star. As he flipped through the photos Claudio took another long pull of water before setting the bottle on the ledge of the stall and crouching down to show Mox the screen.

“Stay away from what is mine, mutt.”

Two photos were attached of Mox. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. Claudio made sure the image displayed how beat up Mox’s balls were, and that he was wet and laying in something wet. Wasn’t hard to figure out it was piss. Marks and bruises littered across pale skin told the story of the rough claim.

“Really gonna send that?” Mox teased, knowing full well it would have repercussions. The swift slap made him moan as his head snapped to the side. “Shit.”

“Fuck you. I’m not sending it yet.” Claudio sat the phone near his water as he stood up. “I have more to document.”

“Think some mutt’s gonna listen to that?” Mox stuck his tongue out a little at the angry twitch of Claudio’s face.

“Hands and knees.” Claudio growled. “If I have to say it again--” He made a motion like he’d lift his boot to stomp on Mox’s cock.

For just a moment Mox gave a defiant look, thinking maybe he’d risk more pain and wrath. In the end he just winked at his partner and rolled over onto his front, making sure there was a disgusting splash to his wet movements. Once he was on his hands and knees he felt Claudio’s hands searching his jean pockets until he found the one packet of lube that had been stashed away, for this exact moment.

“You know this won’t be enough.” Claudio looked at the packet, lust taking over as he imagined how rough this was going to be.

“Luckily I’m a whore, right?” Mox snarked, head turning to throw a smirk over his shoulder.

The look that slowly took over Claudio’s face when he realized what exactly was being implied could only be described as pure rage. Avoiding the wet spots Claudio knelt down on one knee, his hands immediately going to the firm cheeks in front of him and spreading them apart. Mox moaned as his hole was exposed to scrutiny.

The sharp intake of breath was the exact reaction Mox wanted to hear. The last bit of self-control broke as Claudio slid his thumb closer to the slightly puffy opening. A soft moan came from Mox as his slightly sore hole was prodded. Come and lube still leaked out of Mox’s ass, as if he had been coming back to the locker room to clean up from a rough Eddie Kingston fuck.

A large, forceful hand landed on the back of Mox’s head, pushing him down. Face first into the piss, ass sticking out and ripe for the taking. The packet of lube was torn open, the little inside was smeared over Claudio’s large dick. There was no hesitation as he pressed forward into Mox’s relaxed hole.

“Claudio.” Mox moaned at the intense invasion.

As Mox whined, Claudio cursed in Swiss German. Despite flaunting that Mox was open, it took a lot of force to slide in. Not as open as Claudio thought he would be, the tight heat engulfing him so enticing that he couldn’t even care about the lack of prep. Especially with Mox making the most pleasurable, painful little moans. It was music to his ears.

It was very rare Claudio let loose like this; his size didn’t allow it. The not-quite-dry slide was painful, making the stretch burn too much. Most people would have tapped out just after the head popped in, but not Mox. Despite being practically split in two with little to no lube, Mox was pushing back.

“Whore,” Claudio growled as he brought his hand down hard on Mox’s flank.

“Don’t stop,” Mox muttered, his whole world narrowed down to this point that the slap barely registered.

“Why would I stop when I could fuck you harder?” Claudio wrapped an arm around Mox’s waist so that he could start really pounding away.

The noises drove Claudio crazy. Anyone else crying out and yelling like this would have him needing to stop, but he knew this was what was wanted of him. Mox sounded like he was drowning. The sadistic streak won out as Claudio reached down to cup Mox's abused cock and balls.

“Nahhh--” Mox sobbed at the touch. Too raw to make sense.

“Does it make you nervous that my hand is back here?” Claudio growled, lips close to Mox's ear as he nodded quickly. “Good. It should.”

“Fuck!” Mox cried out at the harsh, pointed thrust that finally settled the large cock all the way inside. “Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Just like a bitch in heat.” Claudio hissed as he felt the too tight passage struggle to adapt to his presence. “Fuck.”

Being inside Mox was all the big guy needed. Little rolls of Claudio's hips earned him little whimpers from Mox, the painful kind. It made Claudio moan back, his body lowering to plaster across the expanse of Mox's back like they needed as much skin to skin contact as possible. Needing to be closer than close, as if Claudio wasn't buried nine inches deep in the man. It was like Claudio wouldn't stop until he consumed all of Mox.

Strong arms shifted until Claudio snaked one around Mox’s neck, pulling him back until they were upright on their knees. The position change let Claudio slide in deeper. The strangled whine of pain made Claudio tighten his grip on Mox's neck until very little air could be taken in, a little whistle on the way out. Mox's hands clawed at the arm cutting off his oxygen, sharp nails scraping the skin.

Claudio let his other hand rest against Mox's belly, imagining he could feel himself through the other's body. Harsh snaps of his hips sent Mox into a spiral, searching for the right spot to make it all so much better. Suddenly Mox screamed out, though the little air passing over his vocal chords didn’t allow for much volume. That was the spot. The tight heat contracted to nearly painful tightness as Claudio started to really fuck Mox.

Frustrated, Claudio growled as he found it difficult to thrust. The little packet of lube was off to the side. There couldn’t be much left but Claudio snatched it up without letting go of Mox’s neck. Of course Claudio didn’t pull all the way out, how could he? No. He had to at least keep the head inside Mox or he might perish. The miniscule amount of lubrication came out, much to Claudio’s annoyance. He could have been prepared but this had all happened so fast.

“Spit.” Claudio held his hand out to Mox, knowing he would be slobbery from the choking.

“Fu-ck--” Mox allowed the saliva to flow from his lips into the awaiting hand. “Y-ou.”

“Shut it.” Claudio tightened his arm to get his point across.

The slobber helped. Claudio moaned as he coated his shaft. The slide was much easier for him, but Mox tried to jump away at the sudden reinvasion of his body. Nails painfully dug back into Claudio’s arm; he could feel blood trickling from the half moon cuts. The deeper he pushed the harder Mox scratched.

“I’m fucking you from behind because I can’t even look at you right now.” Claudio’s voice was so low, still so angry. “You’re disgusting.”

“Ah--” Mox tried to speak but the impossibly thick bicep squeezed tighter. Even tapping out wouldn’t stop it, nothing would.

“I should have cleaned your dirty ass out.” Claudio was losing even more composure as he fucked into the unwilling body.

Mox could hear it in Claudio’s voice. He was getting so close to breaking. They were so close. The heavy ache still in Mox’s balls felt so good with the assault on his prostate. Every sensation was too much, every touch and feeling was turned up to eleven. Mox was losing himself in all of it, approaching the point where he’d be so overstimulated everything would shut off.

Even with the incredible force of the thrusts, Mox could hardly tell what sensation was what except that his whole body felt like a nerve on fire. All the pain from being choked, his aching balls, and the brutal fuck he was receiving blended together to become one beacon of pain and pleasure. He was drowning in the seas of extreme pleasure.

The heavy litany of dirty talk in Mox’s ear wasn’t really registering but whatever he was hearing was turning him on. At this point Claudio probably didn’t even know what he was saying as he used every muscle in his body to force himself on Mox at the brutal pace he had set. Vague death threats towards Eddie, and claims that Claudio would do unspeakable violence for their transgressions.

Finally the arm around Mox’s neck was released. All the air and world came back to him all at once as he was shoved back down face first into the floor. The impact made Mox moan as he tried to get his hands under him but couldn’t with how much each thrust jolted him, and the slippery floor wasn’t helpful either. Mox found his face pressed up against the piss wet tiles.

“C’mon.” Mox growled, his voice harsh and raw. “C’mon!”

The roar that came from Claudio’s chest bounced off the shower walls. Brutal hands were leaving bruises on Mox’s hips that he would cherish for weeks to come. Desperate hips pushed back to meet the earth shattering thrusts. An annoyed huff was heard over his shoulder.

“Ass up, whore.” Claudio manhandled the smaller man. “Spread your legs-- Yeah.”

“Oh!” Mox felt the shift in his very soul, mouth hanging open against the wet floor. “Oh my god.”

The new angle drove home quake after quake of pleasure, sending shocks through Mox’s whole body. He slammed his fist against the floor, splashing Claudio’s piss on his own face. A hair away from bliss, Claudio just had to pull the trigger. The feeling blinded Mox as he felt all thoughts leave his head, the edge of oblivion right there.

Desperate whines filled the room as Mox begged for it. Rambling incoherently for Claudio to do anything to set him off. He knew the other man was prolonging the torment as punishment. If Mox had his wits about him anymore he’d moan Eddie’s name just to rekindle the blaze, but he couldn’t form any coherent thoughts let alone manipulations.

“I am your God.” Claudio’s hot voice was suddenly in Mox’s ear again, low and dangerous. “I will give you all you want and desire. As long as you worship at my altar. No one else’s.”

A sneaky hand came down, bypassing Mox’s aching cock to roughly fondle his bruised balls. The jolt of pain was accompanied by Claudio’s expert thrusts that didn’t let up. Mox felt his soul leave his body as he came technically untouched, his vision going white as he felt himself gush and gush onto the floor. The way his balls contracted as he came went waves of new agony through his body and for the first time he tried to pull away from Claudio.

“Not yet.” Claudio’s harsh growl sent shivers of fear down Mox’s back.

“Can’t--” Mox shook his head as he felt himself starting to lull into unconsciousness, the black edges closing in as the pleasure and pain battled it out in his body.

“Too.” Claudio gave a pointed thrust. “Bad.”

That was it, Mox was lights out. His body went limp as he shut off completely. Now he was completely at Claudio’s mercy, and he knew as he drifted through the darkness that his partner wouldn’t let up. Not over something as trivial as passing out. There was really no telling how long he would be out for, if it was a really good one he could be out for over five minutes.

The first thought that resurfaced was that Claudio had started the shower. Slowly Mox was able to open his eyes, finding himself on his front still. Warmth splashed over his ass, but the shower head wasn’t going. A smile formed when the spray stopped for a moment, as if waiting for Mox to wake up.

“Turn over.” Claudio sounded absolutely wrecked.

“Still got some in the tank, huh?” The words were slurred but Mox knew he got the point across as he worked on regaining control of his body, not that he was great at that in the first place.

“I’m not finished.” The tremble in Claudio’s voice was music to Mox’s ears.

“Didn’t think you were.” Mox got himself turned over, sitting on his sore ass and leaning back on his hands.

“You.” Claudio bit his lip so hard a little dribble of blood poured out. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I know--” Mox smirked as he spoke, batting his eyes up at the man towering over him. “--exactly what I do to you, baby.”

There was almost a flash of pain that went across Claudio’s face as he flinched. His breathing picked up again, a tremble running through his body as he realized just how out of control he had gotten. Watching Claudio crash was the cherry on top of it all.

“Awh, c’mon.” Mox’s throat felt raw and tight, making it drop a little more. “You’re not finished, right?”

The hot stream hit the center of Mox’s chest, running down through his chest hair to pool at the bend of his waist. On the ledge of the shower stall the water bottle was empty. Mox moaned, his eyes closing in ecstasy as the body fluid ran between his thighs. As the stream moved higher Mox felt his face get drenched.

“Open up.” Claudio’s command didn’t hold near the authority it did before, but he had to keep going. After all, he started this, which meant he had to follow through.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mox laughed at the weak command but kept his mouth open.

Mostly Mox drank down the stream of urine because he wanted to, because he expected Claudio to finish it. No matter that Claudio was crashing and feeling guilt over his actions. Losing control wasn’t something he allowed himself to do, but Mox always knew how to force it out of him.

It took an impressive amount of time for Claudio to fully empty himself. Mox really relished in the shower as if he were being showered in gold. Everything was wet so Mox had to blink away the piss clinging to his eyes and lashes so he could finally fully look up at the man above him. Even though Mox was the one on the floor, covered in urine, they both knew who was in charge.

“Gimme a hand up.” Mox extended his hand but it was pushed away.

Instead Claudio pulled up his tights and knelt down so he could lift Mox up himself. Gentle and easy, unlike any touch they had shared recently. It almost ruined the mood, but the broken look on Claudio’s face was getting Mox going again.

Along the way Mox’s jeans had gotten to his ankles. Thankfully his boots zipped off, and he easily got out of all the wet clothes. The stickiness left over was always a shame to wash away. The treatment Mox had just endured was very present in his body, he would need to ice his balls soon, but otherwise Mox was going to bask in all the pain and glory of their acts.

“Hey.” Mox grabbed Claudio’s jaw roughly. “You bring another pair of those boots?”

“I--” Claudio glanced down to see the shiny leather cover in piss. “No.”

“Tsk. Take ‘em off.” Mox pushed the other man’s face away, The only way to stop the burnout was to return their normal balance.

Claudio stepped backwards when he was pushed, taking a few steps to get out of the shower stall. He leaned down to start unlacing his boots while he watched Mox happily limp over to the shower control, turning the water onto warm. He glanced up just in time to see Claudio have a reaction to all his work being washed away.

“Front and center.” Mox gestured to the entry of the stall he was running his shower in. “With the boots.”

“Yes, Master.” Claudio did as he was told, waiting for his next instruction.

“I wanna see you lick those boots clean. Then when we get back into the locker room, I’ll ice my junk obviously and you’ll shine those off with your little kit you bring everywhere.”

“I understand, Master.” Claudio set one boot aside to start on the right one.

They touched each other, growing more aroused as they showed off for each other. Mox stood with his back under the spray, relaxed blue eyes tracking every movement. Claudio wasn’t shy when he ran his tongue over the worn leather, clearing the piss off the surface as he went. His own piss. The whole show had Mox’s hand back around his half hard cock.

It was too much, Mox wasn’t the self control guy anyways. Claudio painted the perfect picture of repentance. Getting the best fuck of his life and crushing the will of one of the strongest people he knew was a power rush that went straight to his cock.

“I know that wasn’t you, baby.” Mox smirked at the way Claudio’s eyes softened but he didn’t stop his task. “I just make you so mad sometimes. I get it. I’ll throw out the rest of that pack too.”

The platitudes made Claudio divert his eyes in shame. There was evidence all over Mox’s body that his partner had lost control, hurt him even, but Mox made sure he deserved it. That was the whole point. Maybe he would wear one of Claudio’s hoodies out to hide all the evidence, he couldn’t exactly wear the cut-off one with how many bruises he had.

“After all if you just explained to anyone that I cheated on you with Eddie--” Mox chuckled at the way the other flinched. “You know, they’d understand you busting my lip and ass.”

“Master, please.” Claudio finished the first boot.

“Don’t stop, Claudio. I want my show.” Mox was stroking his cock while he worked on cleaning his body with the random bar of soap hanging around. It vaguely smelled like Yuta. “Go on.”

As Claudio shifted one way his growing erection bobbed between his legs. Mox’s mouth watered but he wanted to give Claudio the punishment he thought he deserved. The next boot was focused on, Claudio made sure to go slow and show off. At least he had a task to do or he would be jerking off his raw cock watching Mox shower.

The soap ran through Mox’s chest hair, he made sure to scrub all his hair since he’d been drenched. The suds eased the way for his hand on his cock. It was amusing to watch Claudio’s eyes follow each movement but always end back up at his crotch, watching the slow stroke of Mox’s hand.

The last boot was regretfully finished for now. It was set aside and Claudio forced his hands behind his back so he wouldn’t touch. He never stopped watching.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Mox put the bar of soap off to the side and worked all the suds off his body. “I ain’t washin’ you outta me.”

“You’re not?” Claudio rasped, his body itching to move.

“Nope. C’mere. Get clean for fuck’s sake.” Mox nodded towards the spray. “God damn. You’ve got to relax about these things. Fuck. Finish me off, baby.”

+++

It was somewhere around the hundreth pass around that the door to the locker room was finally open. The coffee Yuta had been asked to fetch had long since been sacrificed to him for fucking off apparently. It would have been nice to grab his phone or something.

To be fair, Yuta should have known what Mox had been up to. Mostly Yuta blamed Claudio since he was supposed to be the sensible one that could handle all of Mox, even the insane sides, but it seemed even Mr. Perfect was susceptible to all of it too.

“What the fuck?” Yuta announced himself as he finally was able to open the door.

Both men looked up from their different spaces. Lounged across the only couch in nothing but a pair of wrap-around shades was Mox. Only a few towels separating his naked relaxed form from the used material. The ice pack wrapped in a towel did raise some questions but it wasn’t that unusual that Yuta was totally stopped by it. He turned his eyes to see Claudio sitting at the bench in front of his locker hunched with a shining cloth and his boots.

“Hey, kid. Enjoy your walk?” Mox sounded like he was high.

“Not really. A lot of people would love to hurt me.” Yuta pointed out as he looked curiously at the quiet form of their third.

“You can handle it.” Mox shrugged, adjusting the ice on his balls.

“Wait…” Yuta looked closer at the practically boneless form on the couch, he knew that look and what all those marks meant. “You freak out, Claudio?”

It was only once, and a very small amount of time that Yuta had been exposed to one of those freak outs but Mox talked about them a lot. Almost like they were fantasies, but they had clearly happened. There was no faster way to get Mox off than to dirty talk about one of those legendary freak outs.

“I can’t believe you fell for it.” Yuta had been trying to get his mean streak back in their newer dynamic. Sometimes he could bully Claudio when it was only a relaxed Mox around.

“Yuta.” Claudio’s voice was loud, but raw.

The firm edge that normally terrified Yuta was present but he overlooked that. Even Mox lowered his sunglasses to watch the cat fight. When it had all started earlier Yuta thought there was no way the rational, calm, collected Claudio would fall for the little poly.

“Has he realized Eddie’s still out on injury yet, or is he still freaking out?” Yuta smirked at the wink thrown his way by Mox.

“Injury.” Claudio’s shoulder dropped, he carefully put the boots down. “But…?” He turned around to look over at the lounging King.

“We stopped as we were leaving Cincinnati. I asked Mox why he was getting a pack of Newports. He said he just had a craving.” Yuta loved being the one to bring Claudio’s reality to a crashing halt. “I was wondering why you let me come inside you when we got here.”

“You what?” Claudio turned even more so he was facing both men.

“Yeah. I teased the kid for like an hour in the car or something.” Mox chuckled as he thought back to it.

“It was two and a half hours actually. The entire ride while Marina drove.” Yuta shook his head in amusement. “Mox said he’d let me come inside him if I held on the entire time, and gave him a few decent bites, but I wasn’t allowed to fuck him.”

“Nope. You were a good boy about that.” Mox smirked as realization was running wild on Claudio’s face. “Just the tip, but so much to deposit.”

“That’s gross.” Yuta rolled his eyes. “Point is, I can’t believe you fell for it.”

“You’re next if you don’t quiet down,” Claudio threatened.

“Ohhh. I’d listen to him, kid. He’s really pissed.” Mox pushed his sunglasses back over his eyes, head back on the pillow as he let some swelling go down. The timer would go off soon to let him know to take the ice off. “Doubt you could handle Claudio at his worst.”

[fictionkinfessions]

augh it's late and i'm feeling sappy and missing people from cannon so here we go.

gerard, there is so much i want to say yet not enough space in here so i will simply continue to scream about the fact i miss you. most of the time i just loop ep111 so i can at least hear you. if i find you again, we need to find an abandoned building to explore because i very much miss doing that. also miss the old mill we used to hang out in as teens.

michael, even though you were like... 10 years older than me, you were a great friend and a good person to hang out with in the archives whenever i found myself in there for whatever reason. i definitely miss helping you with research and archive stuff. i have a somewhat standin for the gold pocket watch you gave me before you left with gertrude, and i hope you managed to hang onto that purple scarf i gave you in return.

jon, i miss your annoyed comments youd throw in when sasha, tim, and i would banter and no i will never forget the fact we got you to join in on the banter many times while you were all in research. as much as you probably think you were some kinda prick, you were actually a good person, even after you became the archive. i wish i could have helped you more in the end.

martin, god the things i could say about you. i hope you know how much i miss your damn tea, i have never been able to find a single person who makes it like you and i'm now convinced you just have magic tea powers. i hated tea until you offered me some in the library one day. changed my damn mind then and there. i do hope you found jon again after everything. and i do miss the way you did your best to take care of everyone.

sasha, i always remembered the original you even after the not-them. you were like the cool aunt mum of the archives and i loved you for it, always checking on everyone, somehow keeping tim in line, never without some sarcastic remark or quick banter to lift the mood even though you were the most responsible out of all of us.

tim, first off i don't remember where you came up with the nickname 'dasher' for me but i still use it around. definitely miss the banter and witt and sarcasm and the 'too cool for these losers' attitude. you were like a second brother to me after gerry died and even though i never got to really explain that to you before the unknowing, i want to thank you for that. for being a big brother figure that i needed at the time.

basira, daisy, melanie, i'm sorry i never got to know you all very well. i know by the time you all joined the archive i wasn't exactly in a good place and was probably a bit harsh and quick to judge, but i'm sure we all would have been friends before everything went to hell.

elias and gertrude i will do this with one go because i know for a fact i pissed both of you off rummaging around the archives and institute since i was a kid and you both never seemed to be able to get rid of me. elias, i know it was jonah and not you that did most of it, but sometimes i wish we met before any of that. maybe we would have been friends even. and gertrude. i don't think i have any words for you that i didn't already say back then. you got my brother and best friend killed and i will never forgive you for that.

at the end of the day though, i miss my brother, i miss the archive folks, imma go listen to tma again and cry!

-marcus keay (non-cannon magnus archive)

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[biomic]

ive seen a lot of buzz about ncuti gatwa being the first black doctor, which is fantastic of course dont get me wrong, but hes also the first QUEER doctor (queer is the only word he uses because he doesnt like labels), and i havent seen nearly as much buzz about that. i figured if you didnt already know that youd enjoy learning it

i knew this the moment he said he loved jon pertwee bc he's the only other doctor who dresses like a slut. you don't get that kind of insight from a straight guy

[devine-fem]

Okay so I'm gonna ramble a bit, but I love Jon he's literally my son (I totally have the court documents to prove it 💅)

I feel like while Jon is very loving and caring. Him being loving is VERY different from him being in love. He will show people with affection but there's only one person he'll greedily accept affection without guilt. He will be supportive towards almost everyone but there's only one person he'll go to the ends of the galaxy for an ounce of praise.

The difference between Jon loving you, and Jon being IN love with you is very jarring. If Jon loves you, he will give love and rarely accept it without his insisting that you don't need to. He tries to be humble. If Jon is IN LOVE with you, the love goes both ways without a fight. He accepts it like he's been deprived of it all his life and will return it tenfold.

I CAN'T ARTICULATE MYSELF. BUT! ALIEN BOY LOVES HARD AND IN ABUNDANCE!!! AND HE WANTS TO BE LOVED TOO!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Like you get what I'm trying to say, right? (Yes this is about Damijon)

this is cute and what youd want but actually i think its the opposite. i think that if jon loves you he needs that support back 24/7 or else he would be lost and a shell of a person but if hes in love with you… he just needs to know that you love him. thats it

ive posted about this before but just the idea that jon doesn’t necessarily need fruitful words carefully picked out or pledges of affirmation and affection to confort him, damian’s ability to give him an earful is what really lets him know he does deeply care about him. that’s what comforting. people can lie to themselves just as easy as they can lie to him. but with damian even with his hurt being paid back in attitude, it always feeds him the truth that’ll snap him back into reality.

thats so important to me. its so freeing, stressless and its so content and soft.

damian’s little emotionally constipated self doesn’t understand it but jon and along with kryptonians, they just love haaard and don’t need it back at all

thank you for the ask

[mxwhore]

commission for @sapphireclaw - her monster Jon design from her fic series! If youd like to know my rates you can find them here <3

[rise-my-angel]

Totally hypothetical. If i went into hotgw and brought robb back (you cannot say impossible) and put him in front of reader and jon snow (again please humor me) do you think reader would take him back? Or did death do them part

OKAY I HAVE AN INTERESTING ANSWER TO THAT. So, going by the current timeline, Jon and the Reader are at the same stage Robb and the Reader were when they died.

Only a few short years into being married (3 for Robb and you closing in on 1 year in a few months for Jon and you). And you are five months pregnant with his child. The same scenario when Robb watched you and his unborn son get butchered before his eyes.

Robb also loves Jon and never wanted to take happiness away from him and Jon never wanted to just replace and erase Robb from your life. But things are no longer simple. (I mean emotionally wise, I'm ignoring the question of so whose actually King in the North now because the logistics of that are more complicated then the average scheme by Littlefinger).

Because this is a tidbit hidden in both the nsfw alphabet one shot and the side story Scattered Memories of the Starks. But Robb at the very least, knew that by the time the main series started, Jon was into you in some way. He knew for a fact it was sexual, but he was unsure as to if it also was romantic and to what degree. Now he had no idea it was a relationship, and he assumed you did not have a clue about any of this, but Robb was fully aware to some degree Jon had developed some form of intimate feelings for you.

So him coming back, and seeing you and Jon married and pregnant wouldnt actually surprise him that much. He would understand Jon's side completely and he would understand that it was likely not easy for you to move on. So he wouldnt blame either party and wouldn't want you or Jon feeling guilty.

But Robb loves you still and you're his wife, even if just in the previous life you shared but in his heart you never stopped being his wife. But now you're also Jon's wife. And you are pregnant with Jon's child at the same stage you were with Robbs child.

At that point, I don't think it has anything to do with your choice. Robb and Jon both know youd be too confused and guilty and upset to be rationale to make a decision on your own about it.

It would really come down to a very long night between Robb and Jon and probably a decent amount of ale as they try to talk about what going to happen. They need to both be on the same page because both love you and neither want to hurt the other nor you by making you choose.

Though I will say, there is a bit of a hiccup that tips the balance in Jon's favour. And that is his resurrection. You resurrecting Jon had bound you both by a very deep kind of blood magic that binds you both to the other for life. Just like how Thoros and Beric are deeply connected by this abnormal magic, its intense between Jon and you because now also, romantic feelings are involved.

Resurrection has also awoken some more deeply hidden tendencies in Jon inherited by a certain individual *cough cough* and that darker side of him has made Jon extremely possessive about you. He doesn't want to refuse your and Robbs love and doesnt resent either of you for it, but there would be no denying that Robb would come back and notice that Jon is very intensely possessive of you more then is at all normal and you are very dependent on him in a similar abnormal manner (you had one fight with Jon and thought he didnt love you anymore and ran away into the arms of an assassination attempt on your life like GIRL YOU ARE UNWELL).

I don't think it comes down to choosing one over the other, I think its a lot more complicated, especially because of the bond created between you and Jon through his resurrection has deeply corrupted both of your abilities to approach the relationship with a rational degree of distance and self control. And that's a very difficult thing that is genuinly impossible to just work through.

[jazzically]

AH SASHA I MISS YOU. mag 26 : (((((((((( mann her voice .. its so <333 i wish she couldve known everything the crew ended up knowing she deserves truth just as they do

omg jon and sasha talking about martin :( i love jonnys archivist voice its perfection im giggling

sobbing!!! because when sasha first described michaels laugh i dearly wished i could hear it aND I DID END UP GETTING TO!!!!!

ugh this is so funny and so sad at once idk whether to laugh or cry

see because now that i can listen to this episode knowing the distortion's perspective i realize what he was saying like it was kinda right

dude.. i miss not knowing tbh.. im glad i made it past this lag and continued the series earlier this year (its still 2024 im in denial) but i also loved listening and just waiting for whej michael woukd show up

the first time he visited the archivist i like SVREAMED i yelped i was so his he makes mr so happy !!!!!¡!!!!! i love his va sonmuch raaagh

sad :( cuz in the beginning of the show youd have thought they werent quitting the archives for plot reasons but NOPE. its the big stupid eye keeping them there!!!!! (this is brilliant the writing and overarching plot is so brilliant i feel like theres more i need to know more but its over </3)