#1 (one) corny ass quip and I’m out

[augusteofarles]

Every time I hear rumors of Moon Knight joining the Avengers in future MCU movies I’m mentally outside Kevin Feige’s home with a spray bottle

[charrywoman]

No Amount of Freedom Gets Me Clean.

Part 1

OKAY. IS THIS GOOD?? IS THIS BAD?? I’m returning to my tumblr author era because I had this idea and just had to execute. I THINK IT WILL BE A SERIES BC I HAVE A PLAN?? WOULD ANYONE WANT THAT OR IS THIS A FLOP? LMK! anyway, enjoy:)

A crimson glow spread across your cheeks as he gently swiped at the smudge of chocolate in the corner of your lips. You giggled when he popped his thumb in his mouth and said something corny about how sweet you tasted. The laugh was fake, forced even, and anyone who knew you knew that. Peter knew that. It went unnoticed by him though as you leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, murmuring a thank you.

“You know,” MJ sat down across from Peter and Ned. “I don’t think that angry scowl is going to make Harry’s head spontaneously burst into flames. Unfortunately.”

Peter didn’t bother to look away, shrugging as he said, “Maybe if I stare for just a little bit longer it will.” He was practically squirming in his seat with jealousy. It was torture watching you be so disgustingly but undeniably cute with someone like Harry freaking Osborn, but Peter told himself that he deserved it, so he kept watching.

MJ didn’t even have time to quip back because in the next second Peter was furiously whispering that you were walking toward them and demanding her and Ned act casual. She rolled her eyes. “You’re literally the one being a weirdo.”

“Hi, MJ. Hi, Ned.” You smiled, purposely ignoring Peter while emptying your lunch tray into the trash can beside their table. Three weeks ago Peter insisted that he, MJ, and Ned start sitting at the specific table.

It was weird for everyone to see you and Peter at such odds. The two of you had always been inseparable. Where there was you, there was Peter. It had been that way since you and your mom moved next door to Peter when you were 6-years-old. May called you “her Peter’s saving grace.” You came into Peter’s life just after he moved in with her and Ben, and she says that it was his friendship with you that made him blossom. And then came Ned. And then MJ. The four of you just made sense, but most of all, so did you and Peter.

You laid upside down on Peter’s bed while kicking your legs back and forth in the air, flipping aimlessly through a comic book that was already there.

“Wow. They’re really generous when illustrating your ass. It is definitely not that big in person.” You held out the page next to Peter’s own body and pretended to compare the two. “What are you doing reading comic books about yourself anyw-” Peter snatched the comic book from your hands.

“Heeeyyy,” you playfully whined, “I was just getting to the good part. You were about to share a passionate kiss with the girl whose cat you rescued from a tree. What a hero.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “You’re so annoying.” He sat down on the bed next to you, and you maneuvered your body to mirror his position.

“Yeah,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning over to press a sloppy, dramatic kiss to his cheek. “But you looovvveee me.”

You pulled away from Peter but left your head resting on his shoulder, and he instinctively laid his cheek against your crown.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do.”

Mr. Cobbwell was background noise as you doodled hearts and stars and flowers all over your notebook page. Chemistry used to be your favorite part of the day, it was the only class that you, MJ, Ned, and Peter all had together. Now, you dreaded it.

“Isn’t that right, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You looked up from your notebook paper for the first time since class started. “Uh, I’m sorry. What was the question? I was-”

Cobbwell cut you off with a sigh. “Don’t forget about seeing me after class, okay?”

You nodded and pretended to pay attention for a few minutes to satisfy him before going back to drawing. After Cobbwell called you out it felt like time was going by agonizingly slow. When the bell finally rang, you let go of breath you didn’t know you were holding.

As if it weren’t awkward enough, only you and Peter were left in the classroom when you walked up to Cobbwell’s desk.

“You wanted to see me?” You asked, toying with the strap of your backpack.

“Yes,” He sat back in his chair. “I want to talk about your grades, Y/N. What’s going on? You’ve dropped two letter grades since September, and you’re on the way to dropping another considering you failed the last exam. You went from being my top student to barely qualifying to be in AP Chemistry.”

You lowered your head awkwardly. It was silent between the two of you for a few moments as you thought of something to say.

“So,” Cobbwell continued. “That’s why I’ve assigned you a tutor. If you complete the 6-week assistance course and your improvement is evident on the next exam, then I’ll be willing to give you enough extra credit to keep you from entirely failing the course. But the grade you get at the end of the semester is totally up to you. No more favors. Sound good?”

“Mr. Parker,” Cobbwell waived Peter over to his desk. Both you and Peter stood in shock as you realized what was happening. “Peter is going to be your tutor for the next 6 weeks. The two of you used to be my dynamic chemistry duo. I want to see that again!”

This can’t be happening.

“Mr. Cobbwell, when you said you needed me to tutor one of your students I didn’t realize that,” Peter paused for a moment trying to find the right words. “Um. I didn’t realize you meant Y/N.”

“Is that an issue, Peter? I asked you to help a student who is struggling in Chemistry, and you said yes. Are you not capable of making good on your word? Do I need to find someone else for the job?” Cobbwell was lecturing now, attempting to make Peter feel guilty.

“No. No, it’s fine. I can do this.” Peter said as he turned to look at you. “We can do this.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Great!” Cobbwell clapped his hands together. “Then, get to studying! Y/N has plenty to catch up on.”

The frame of your body was shrinking as you hurried ahead of Peter in the hallway. He was out of breath when he finally caught up to you at your locker.

“You’re failing chemistry?” Peter asked, concerned. You avoided his question and continued shoving books in your lockers

“Hey,” Peter grasped your arm just as it was about to dive back into your backpack. For the first time in four months, you looked back at him. His heart was beating impatiently against his chest like it was waiting for him to pour out every thought and feeling he had since the last time you spoke to him.

Your face softened for a moment and Peter took that as his cue to continue. “Talk to me, Y/N. You’re failing chemistry? That’s not like you. You love chemistry. And you definitely love being better than me at it.”

You pulled your arm away from him. “It’s not a big deal, Peter.” You shut your locker door. “Look, let’s just get this over with and do what we have to do for the next 6 weeks. This doesn’t change anything between us.”

Peter nodded. Deep down he had already known that, but a small part of him hoped that just maybe it was going to change things.

Behind Peter, you noticed Ned and MJ walking toward the two of you with confused faces. “I’ll be at your place at 7 tonight. May still has dinner at 6 sharp, right? So, you’ll be ready by then. Great. See ya.” You didn’t even give Peter time to answer before you turned your back to him to catch up with Harry and his friends.

Peter was still watching you walk away when Ned and MJ reached him.

“Um. What was that about?” Ned asked.

“I think I’m Y/N’s tutor?”

Peter thought if he ignored the clock that time would go by quicker. He has spent the last half hour toying with the food on his plate, not daring to take a bite. He was nervous, but he wasn’t sure why. It was just Y/N, Peter had told himself. That’s just it, though. It was you. Peter felt like he had been given a second chance to fix things with you, and he wouldn’t mess it up this time. He was desperate.

Peter groaned when he looked at the clock again and only 3 minutes had passed.

“Okay,” May sat her own fork down to her plate. “What’s up?”

Peter hadn’t told her yet. He didn’t know how. “Hey, I know it’s been four months since Y/N last came over and then disappeared with little to no explanation at all for either of us, but she’s going to be here in 15 minutes!” May would just make a big deal of it and he didn’t need that right now.

As if on cue, two knocks came from the door. May looked at Peter quizzically, as if to say “Who could that be?” But Peter knew.

May opened the door. “Y/N?” She engulfed you in a tight hug. “Y/N! Peter it’s Y/N! Y/N is here. What are you doing here? We’ve missed you so much haven’t we, Peter? You know what, I’m going to go whip up a batch of those cupcakes you and Peter have always loved. The ones that are made with cookie dough instead of cake batter? I can’t believe this! Come in, come in!” May didn’t really give you much of a choice though since she was already pulling you inside.

“Actually, May, um..Peter and I have some studying to do tonight.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s fine, honey. It’s too late for sweets anyway. I’m always getting ahead of myself.” The disappointment in her voice made you feel guilty. You avoided her gaze, shifting back and forth on your feet as an attempt to no seem awkward.

Peter was fast to change the subject saying, “We’ll be in my room if you need us.”

A familiar flutter erupted in your chest when Peter opened his bedroom door. Star Wars bedsheets. Comic books. Action figures. Video games. Superhero posters. This was the best side of Peter, all the greatest parts of him splattered throughout his room like a trophy on display. There had been a time when all of it was just for you. Only you were special enough to know and love the Peter that lived behind these walls.

Your mom was out of town for a business trip, so you were spending the weekend with Peter and Aunt May. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Peter to have a sleepover. May had been babysitting you overnight practically since the first day you moved next door.

Peter was sitting at one end of his bed and you were at the other.

“Okay,” you tossed a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Who are you crushing on right now?”

Peter went stiff. He had been crushing on the same girl since he was 8-years-old. “Um. No one really. I don’t really have my eye on anybody.”

“Ugh, Pete. You’re so boring!”

“Okay, fine. Who are you crushing on?”

A shy smile crept across your face. “I don’t know. Well, I guess if I had to pick, I kind of think Brad Davis is cute.”

Peter pretended to gag himself. “Brad Davis? You’re way better than that.”

You rolled your eyes at him, throwing the pillow in your lap at his head. “You’re probably right. Brad has definitely kissed like tons of girls, and I haven’t even kissed one boy! Isn’t that embarrassing? I’m 14, and I haven’t had my first kiss yet.”

“Well, I haven’t had my first kiss either.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Should we just get it over with?”

Peter nearly choked on his own tongue. “W-what do you mean?”

“Peter, I mean should we just kiss each other and get our first kiss over with!” You explained like it was the most casual idea in the world.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Peter agreed.

You crawled up the bed until you were sitting right in front of him.

“So, how should we…?” Peter trailed off.

You laid your palm against Peter’s cheek and brushed your thumb back and forth a few times. You secretly praised your mom for making you sit down and watch all of those cheesy rom-coms with her. It made you feel prepared. Peter’s face was hot to the touch because he was blushing.

He was watching you innocently yet also so intensely. Before this, you couldn’t remember a time when you and Peter had been so intimate. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his. Kissing Peter felt natural. It felt like something you could do forever.

The kiss only lasted a few minutes before the door swung open. “Do you guys want to order piz- OH NO. MY EYES.”

After that, May decided that Peter had to sleep on the couch whenever you stayed over.

You were still basking in nostalgia when you sat down beside Peter at his desk.

“Do you want to start with atomic structure?” Peter asked. “It was covered in the beginning of the new unit, and I’m sure it will be on the next test.”

You ignored him, picking up a picture frame on the side of his desk. It was a picture of you and Peter on Halloween. You were both 10 and obsessed with Mario Kart. You begged your parents to let you dress up as Mario and Princess Peach.

“I can’t believe you still have this. I remember we ate too many gummy worms that night and May told us that we had gummy butterflies growing in our stomachs and we cried.” You laughed. It was the first time Peter heard you laugh in so long. It made him smile.

You looked back up at him. For a moment, there was a sense of normalcy between the two of you as you smiled at each other.

“Y/N, I-”

You cut him off. “Yeah, so atomic structure, right?”

[blessednereid]

Love and Monopoly

 Love and Monopoly

Milton Greasley x Reader, 

Fandom: TVDU/Legacies 

Dialogue Prompts: “Try focusing more on your life and less on mine!” and "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

Fun Take on Angsty Prompts

Warning: Cursing, Drinking, Kissing, Necking, Mentions of food, brief mentions of blood (bunny blood for vamps), Monopoly

A/N: Someone please open my messages and give me a crash course on how to write a makeout scene I can’t do it, OMFH ಥ‿ಥ

Word Count: 2760

You and Milton Greasley had been dating for 5 years. 

You met during your shared time together at Salvatore Boarding School. You were a witch who helped MG calm down whenever he went into a ripper mode. You had used spells to lower his bloodlust. You even made the bunny blood that the school had fed vampires taste as close to human blood as you could without triggering a negative response. 

 After you all graduated, The Super Squad all rented a house in Mystic Falls, and you were all roommates. The house had 5 bedrooms, one for you and MG, one for Lizzie, one for Josie, one for Hope, and one for Kaleb. However, since Josie and Hope began dating, they had moved into the tribrid's room, so now the empty space was more of a game room. There were board games and consoles in the closet, a pool table, and a regular round glass table surrounded by armchairs where you all could sit and play games. 

Tonight was your bi-weekly game night, and you all had decided to play monopoly. Though it was a unanimous decision, you knew it could take days to finish. You were all very competitive, and none of you would go down without a fight. This is why, to finish faster, you decided to have a team game of monopoly.

On the day of, everyone had started going shopping for the concessions for the event. Trays of assorted cookies, hors-doeuvres, sandwich platters, as well as multiple different fruit juices were bought and set on a foldable table in the game room. 

As you were setting and arranging everything on the table, your wonderful boyfriend came around to help you. 

"Don't worry, love, I got it," you chuckled. "I am much capable of setting a party table on my own."

"C'mon, you make me feel like I'm not good enough to do simple things, babe," he laughed with you, though his words triggered something in your brain.

"Oh yeah?" you quipped. "These are some pictures from the last time you set the table for dinner…"

In the photo, the table linen was frowned up, the forks were out of place, some placements didn't even have certain utensils. The plates were pushed to the center, chairs closer to the edge than the food was.

"Oh..." he giggled lifelessly.

"Now you see why you don't use super speed to set up something like that?"

"I mean, I don't think it's the super speed, darling. I was simply being blinded by your beauty that day."

 Your laugh thundered in the room. "Go away MG, I'm not letting you win today!"

"Aw dammit! Alright, love, I'll let you get back to your project," he stated before he walked out of the room.

--Meanwhile--

"Jo?"

"Yeah, Hope?"

The Saltzman twin had been brushing her hair in the mirror, getting ready for the game night later.

"You look gorgeous, so stop taking out every strand of your hair with this damn brush," Hope stated before yanking the brush out of the younger girls' hand. 

Josie embraced Hope in a warm hug. "Thanks, Hope."

~-~-~

"Alright, everyone. Welcome to 'The Super Squad Bi-Weekly Game Night.' I'm your host, Y/N L/N, and you're watching Disney Channel." All of the friends burst out laughing. "Tough crowd, I see I see. Well, let's move on with the game, shall we?"

"First up introducing, He's the founder, he's the mediator, He is… MILTON GREASLEY!!"

They all clapped and cheered for MG before you moved on.

"Next up, She's the brain, she's the brawn. She is the tribrid, and she's got it going on, Hope Mikaelson!!"

Whoops and cheers echoed throughout the room. 

You continued through all of your friends.

"The realistic, the cynic, the man with raps for days… Kaleb Hawkins!!"

"The sweet, the kind, but she can fuck up your mind, Josie Salvatore!!" 

"She's sarcastic, totally bombastic, Lizzie Saltzman everybody!!"

"And ME! Could you tell I was trying to sound like those game show hosts everybody? No? Well, I was. Anyways young ones-" You wore a giant grin to emphasize the corniness of what you were saying before continuing.

"Alright, I'm dropping the act. It's too hard, jeez!" They all laughed at your antics. "I hope you guys are laughing with me and not at me."

You explained the rules for the game of teams.

“Here’s the way it goes, each player has the same amount of money they would have in a regular game of monopoly. However, every team only has one token, teams must make agreements on all purchases, trades, and decisions. Teams must take turns rolling the dice, and one team member must always be present at the board.” 

“Alright.”

“Sounds easy”

“Let’s play!”

You stared at them dumbfounded. “I memorized and recited all that without stumbling on my words, and all I get is ‘sounds easy’?”

MG stood to comfort you. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said, rubbing your shoulders lightly before pulling away. You scoffed.

“Alright then, let’s play. In this hat, I have slips of paper with all of your names, but first, in this bucket are sticks with numbers that will determine the order of selection. Step forward.”

They all stepped forward and grasped the popsicle sticks prior to stepping away from the bucket. 

"Who has number 1?"

"Oh, I do!" Lizzie stepped forward and drew a slip of paper from the hat.

"Kaleb"

She and Kaleb sat back down at the table. 

"Number 2?" 

Hope stepped forward. 

"MG"

They also went to go sit down beside Lizzie and Kaleb.

"That leaves me and you, Jo," you stated happily. Jo and yourself had one of the best team duos. In school, you two would be partnered up for projects often. With that experience of communication, you were sure to win. 

You joined the rest of your friends at the table. Lizzie and Kaleb named their team, Team Siphon Vamp. Hope and MG had been Team 3 in 2, and you and Josie were the 'Twitches from two different misuses.' 

"Alright, before the token selection, I must announce the prize of the game.

"The winners of the game will receive a dish duty pass for the rest of the week." Cheers louder than before erupted in the room.

"Lettuce commence!" The silence in the room was lethally quiet, and you could quite literally hear crickets. "Get it? Because lettuce sounds like let us?"

"It's ok, babe, let's just play," MG said before pulling you down. You grumped before deciding with Josie on the Penguin. Hope and MG had picked the dog, and Lizzie and Kaleb had chosen the dinosaur. 

You, acting as the banker, dished out the money to all the players, and you commenced the game. 

Lizzie and Kaleb went first. Lizzie rolled the dice, rolled 7, and landed on a chance card, which told her to advance to the nearest railroad, and they bought it. Hope and MG went next.

MG rolled a 5 and landed directly on Team Siphon Vamp's freshly purchased railroad, M100 out of their pocket already.

"Ooooh… MG…. Honey, you're losing money faster than you did when that PS5 came out, babe."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, ok! I'm still gonna kick your ass!"

You were taunting him. "You sure about that, love?"

"Yep!"

"You didn't even try to "kick my ass" last night, darling," you smirked.

Oohs erupted from your friends, and it was evident you knocked his ego down a peg.

At last, it was your team's turn. You and Josie each took one die in your hands and rolled it. You had landed a 6 and a 4, which landed you a visit to jail.

"Look who's losing now! You're literally in jail, babe," Hope teased Josie. 

"Oh, whatever. Focus more on your lives-"

"-And less on ours!" your duo quipped. 

Lizzie protested to this. "Hey hey hey!! That is my twin! Only I get to finish her sentences!"

You all laughed at this but continued your game.

Almost 15 rounds later, and everyone had a fair standing in the game. 

Team Siphon Vamp had had 2 monopolies, on the railroads and on the pink properties. 

Hope and MG had 3 already, the dark blue properties, the brown, and utilities. They also had 2 greens cards, the other being in the hands of you and Josie, as well as 1 red card that was being aimed for by you and Josie, who had the other 2 properties. 

You guys also had monopolies on the yellow and orange properties. If you got the red card of Kentucky Avenue, you would be unstoppable. 

 "Baby," you called out. 

"Yes, love?"

"I'll give you the other green for the red," you and Josie smiled.

"That's not fair babe, you'll own the corner," he protested.

"But the green is worth more. Please?" you pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Before he could utter another word, Josie spoke. 

"We'll give you M100, and your first landing on any one of our properties will be free of rent."

Hope spoke up. "Sounds good to me!"

"Hell no! You're gonna have to do something way better than that before you fool this genius."

You whined.

"Fine, I'll give you one of my signatures back walks," you leveraged, knowing full well he couldn't resist. "C'mon, baby, I know how much your back has been hurting."

He agreed reluctantly. "Fine, but it better be worth it!"

Team Twitches cheered. 

"Wait, what about us! We'll be demolished, you selfish weirdos." This was true. Lizzie and Kaleb were low on cash, they had rushed too fast to place houses, and now they were paying the price.

"Tough luck!" Hope and Josie chorused.

 Soon, it had been as you all thought.  Kaleb and Lizzie were in debt to Hope and MG. They had landed on Boardwalk Avenue, and it had 3 hotels on it, so they owed them M6000, M6000 they did not have.

Soon, they ended up relinquishing all their properties back to the bank for auction to pay off Hope and MG, gave them the rest of their money, and had to leave the game.

 With 2 full monopolies from Lizzie and Kaleb, along with the last green property they needed, they had successfully turned the game around. Now it was Josie and you who were losing. 

You all decided at this point to split the teams. Each team dividing both the cash and the monopolies equally, and two more pieces were added to the board, on the same spots as their former teammates, and you resumed.

Josie was soon knocked out due to MG within 5 rounds, and Hope was quick to crumble under your might, two turn-loops after that. They joined Lizzie and Kaleb at the pool table. They were now drinking beers since they no longer needed to be sober.

Soon it was just you and MG left in the game. 

MG leaned forward closer to you while you were deciding what to do with your turn.

"You know what you could do, darling?" He whispered provocatively in your ear. "Give in."

You pushed him away. You were not going to lose to MG and his self-righteous ego that night. 

"Shut up."

"Give in, baby. I know you want to."

"Shut up, Milton."

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" He yelled. "No need to get hostile!"

You decided you hadn't wanted to place any more houses, well, you couldn't at the moment. You rolled the dice but were in for a bitter-sweet realization.

You had been ready to pay an M100 luxury tax fee before you realized you landed on Boardwalk, one of the monopolies Hope had let MG keep in the split. MG had only since put 2 more hotels on it, and the price was now M10,000

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Soon, your friends rushed over to where you two sat and began cackling, all except Josie, who was still hoping her former teammate would avenge her.

"Babe.."

You began selling your hotels and houses back to the bank, but it still wasn't enough. You sold your properties and gave the rest of your money to MG, but you still owed a few hundred Monopoly dollars. 

"Fuck!"

 He kissed your cheek, much to your dismay, and happily accepted his victory. 

~-~-~

It had been almost 2 weeks, and you were still giving MG the silent treatment. He had been gloating about his win for the entire night, and you were livid.

You knew he didn't deserve it, but you didn't think you deserved to lose either. 

You were staring at the ceiling. You had just woken up, and MG wasn't beside you. 

You had hated those moments. No matter how mad you were at MG,  you hated when you woke up, and he wasn't beside you. 

After all, you guys had been through so much, and you were always worried that he would die abruptly and leave you. Even after the threat was over, you still felt this way.

After a few minutes, MG had come into the room, Kaleb at his side. Kaleb looked bored, and his face said all you needed to know... he didn't want to be there. 

He was carrying a pot of pink hydrangeas in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other. He placed both on the nightstand beside you, disappearing for a short while, before coming back with a giant fruit bouquet in his hands. He set it on the nightstand as well before exiting the room and closing the door.

MG had carried a platter of all your favorite foods. Eggs, just the way you liked them, pancakes, hash browns, and your favorite flavor of yogurt. He had also gone ahead and made a smoothie bowl with your favorite fruits. Berries and banana chips littered the surface of it. 

He placed the platter on the portable desk you had in your room for breakfast and bed and set it down, just above your lap. He then went to the mini-fridge in your room and got all the ingredients he needed to make your coffee just the way you liked it as well as a glass to pour it in.

"I'm sorry for bragging," he apologized. "I know how much you like to win, and it was very insensitive of me." He looked like he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the reason he was apologizing for was. You turned your eyes away from him and the delicious breakfast he made.

"But baby, I miss you."

He walked over to you. "Please talk to me!"

He started trailing kisses on your forehead, down to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth inside, something you had taught him. He knew exactly how to make you forgive him, and he was using every technique he had learned over the years.

"Please?" He whined, and you could see his pouty eyes without looking. 

He sucked on your collarbone for a while and left a dark mark. Then he moved to the sensitive spot under your ear. 

You moaned slightly, but he could hear it, even without his vampire hearing. 

He pulled away, causing you to frown and whine. 

"MG…" you complained. "That's not fair."

"So you're talking to me now?"

You looked away, you had slipped up, but you told yourself that would be the last time.

You simply ignored him and started to eat your breakfast.

He walked back towards you and began nibbling on your ear.  You threw your head back in pleasure. 

"Look at me, darling." 

He reached his nimble fingers out to your face and trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I said I'm sorry, and I really, really miss my girlfriend. I made you a nice breakfast, and I've let you pick the movie every night since monopoly. What more do you want?"

You moved the tray of food to the side of you and stared at him indignantly. 

"I wanted my boyfriend to not be an egotistical asshole. I thought I was dating MG the vampire, not Jed the werewolf."

"I'm sorry... What can I do to make it up to you, love?"

"Let me out of that back walk favor?"

He scrunched up his face in horror. "That was part of our deal."

"Technically, you're not even supposed to be able to make outside game deals in monopoly, so you could let me out if you wanted to."

"Fine." 

"Yay! Those hurt. They're so energy draining."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, you can," you smiled.

[thatesqcrush]

Tie You Up

Sonny Carisi x Reader. Summary: You decide to spice things up with Sonny.  

CW: NSFW - we gon’ get freaky with our Cannoli. This has language, bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, and role-play. 

WC: 3595

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***

“Sonny, this is the fifth late night in a row,” you whined into the receiver. “I am starting to think you are purposely avoiding me.”

“Babe, you know it is not like that,” Sonny replied, rubbing his forehead. “I have this big case and this lawyer –”

“Buchanan,” you interrupted.  

“Right, he takes no shit. He’s a formidable defense attorney. He used to give Barba lotta grief. I just want to make sure I have all my ducks in a row. I am still pretty green to all of this and I don’t want to give him any advantage.”

“I know; I am sorry to be giving you grief. I just … miss you,” you sighed, as you folded your laundry. “I’m lonely.” You waited a beat before continuing; your voice was a near whisper. “And horny.”

Sonny shifted in his seat, your words shooting straight down to his cock. “I know babe. I am too. I promise I will make it up to you. Tomorrow is Friday – we have opening statements and then I will be free for the whole weekend.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “Come to my place. I’m working until noon and then taking a class until 3; we can get a head start to the weekend.” 

“Oh, that’s right. How are ya classes?”

“Going really well. Learning a lot,” you replied. “See you soon.”

“Perfect. Love you doll.”

“Love you too. Good luck tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You and Sonny had an active, healthy sex life. Despite the busy schedules you both had - sometimes it felt as if you were passing ships - you both made sure to make each other a priority and regularly had sex.

What Sonny didn’t know was that after a night with your girlfriends where the talk steered into beyond 50 shades, your curiosity got the best of you and you became slightly infatuated with Kinbaku - Japanese bondage. Kinbaku involves tying someone using simple but intricate, gorgeous patterns using several pieces of rope, usually hemp or linen. The idea behind it is to use the rope as a symbol of power.

You had just finished your classes and became very proficient. The idea of tying Sonny up and having him completely at your mercy was titillating.

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Despite being an ADA, Sonny was still, by nature a cop. So when he noticed the door to your apartment was ajar, inner alarms went off. He instinctively reached for his holster that was no longer there. “Y/N?” he called out. The apartment was pitch black and he cautiously turned on the lights.

What he saw surprised him.

There was an empty chair with a coil of red jute rope on the seat.  

“Y/N?” he called out once more.  

You cleared your throat, drawing attention to yourself. Sonny felt all the blood in his body drain and pool south. There you were, in Sonny’s dress blues – just the shirt, sans pants and a pair of black patent pumps. Your makeup was heavy – dark lined eyes and pouty red lips. Your hair was pulled back into a low chignon; it was all topped off with his service hat.  

Sonny let out a whistle. “Y/N,” he rumbled your name, his tone dark. His bright blue eyes were filled with want and desire. “What is all of this?”

You ignored him as you circled around him, taking in his appearance. Sonny wore a fitted dark charcoal grey three piece suit with an orange speckled tie. His ass looked really good and you had to control yourself from just throwing him down and climbing on top of him (even if you could, you were petite in comparison).

“There was a complaint about marijuana from the neighbors. I had to come and do a search to see if there's any illicit contraband,” you replied seriously. You felt corny with your prepared dialogue and hoped Sonny would play along.

“I hope you have a warrant for that; I know my rights,” Sonny replied, stifling a chuckle as he began to remove his suit jacket.  

“Uh-uh, keep your hands where I can see them,” you replied sternly. Sonny cocked a brow as he shrugged his jacket back on, his hands raised in front of his chest.  

You helped him out of his jacket, tossing it on the couch. Sonny began to protest, knowing his jacket would wrinkle but you gave him a stern look which instantly quieted him. You then quietly began to roll up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.  

Sonny towered over you, being six feet tall. Yet from day one all you knew of him was as a gentle giant. You met while he was taking evening classes at Fordham - you literally fell into his arms on a very crowded 1 train that jerked to a stop after someone pulled the emergency cord. Your coffee spilled everywhere. At the time he was a 3L at Fordham Law and you were at nearby Fordham getting your advanced certificate in advanced faith formation and Christian spirituality.

After a few more causal run-ins on the subway – you always had a habit of getting on and off around the same spot on the platform (something Sonny later warned you to not do), Sonny asked you out for coffee. It was near instant love as he regaled you with stories of working for the 16th over napoleons and coffee and you challenged and piqued his mind on the complexities of faith, something that he struggled with given the nature of his work.

After you rolled up his sleeves, you stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss to the corner of his lips. You removed the rope from the seat. “Take a seat,” you commanded, patting the empty chair. Sonny sat, his hand rested on his chin, his long fingers covered part of his mouth, which was twitching into a smile. He was eager to see how this all played out.  

“I have a warrant – right here,” you replied unbuttoning your – well Sonny’s – shirt. Under his dress blues, you wore a sheer tulle embroidered bodysuit with a thong back and an open gusset. It was embroidered with marijuana leaves. You saw it hanging in the window display of a storefront near where you took your class; it was practically kismet. The embroidered leaves covered you strategically but left very little to the imagination.

Sonny felt his cock twitch as he drank you in; his pants became uncomfortably tight. “Oh my, be still my heart.”

You sat on Sonny’s lap and without hesitation, his hands were all over you. You pulled away, standing once more. “Oh no. You made me wait for almost a whole week. You can wait a little more.” Sonny knew he was in for a long night.

“Come on babe,” Sonny begged. “Please.” He was already incredibly turned on, his voice was stressed and it played out in his accent, the diphthong made the vowel in on, sound like awn.  

“Nope, no can do,” you replied sweetly, your voice in sing-song. Gripping Sonny’s face, you kissed him passionately. You felt his cock harden underneath you. “Oh Sonny, why didn't you disclose you had a concealed carry? I'm going to need to restrain you.” And very quickly, before his brain even registered what was happening, you had his arms tied behind his back in “teppo” also known as shouldering the rifle.  

“Y/N?” Sonny questioned, his heart beginning to race. “Whatcha playin’ at?”

You stood before Sonny and were pleased at your handiwork. “See, you thought I was taking a class on theology, but instead, I was taking a rope-play class. And I thought we could have a lot of fun with it,” you replied, shrugging off Sonny’s police shirt entirely. Sonny’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as your words registered. You sat on Sonny’s lap again and rubbed your self shamelessly, feeling his erection straining against his pants. Your eyes met and for an instant your resolve softened. “You trust me, right Sonny?”  

Sonny detected the hesitancy in your voice. “I trust you. If it gets too much, I know our word. Gabagool.”  

You smiled brightly in triumph before kissing him once more. Your tongues slid against each other; he tasted like mint and coffee. With each passing second, the kiss grew with intensity and need. You ran your hands through his silver hair as you continued to grind against his erection, eliciting repeated groans from him.  

Sonny felt helpless as his hands were tied. He felt like he was a prisoner, which he suspected was the point. He was desperate for relief and his hips jerked instinctively. You responded by getting off of him.

 “No,” Sonny whined. “I’ll stay still,” he promised. Come back.”

You dropped to your knees and spread Sonny’s legs so you were in between them. You ran your hands up his covered legs, before settling at his thighs. You scraped your nails against his thighs and you felt his muscles twitch. You fumbled with his pants, working to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button and zipper. Sonny raised his hips slightly in an effort to help you so you could remove his pants. 

You palmed his erection through his boxers. “Oh, that's not a gun at all!” you quipped with a smirk. Sonny threw his head back and moaned. “Fuck, y/n. That feels good.”  

“Imagine how much better it would feel with my mouth on ya,” you commented, your brow cocked. Without missing a beat, you reached into his boxers and released his cock. His cock was painfully hard; pre-cum weeped from the tip. You licked your lips hungrily, desperate to suck his cock. You knew he was desperate too. Instead you spat in your hand and proceeded to give him a hand-job. “Ah fuck love,” Sonny rumbled. “Such a tease.”

“It must be so painful to have an attractive police officer like myself here, and you can't do anything about it,” you teased as your hand stroked him rhythmically. The dampness in between your legs grew and you could feel your arousal between your legs drip. You continued to work Sonny with your hand. Truly you took endless pride in knowing that you were the sole cause for him falling apart.  

“Are you going to fuck me with this cock?” 

“Yes,” Sonny hissed. His eyes were slammed shut, as he lost himself in the pleasure of your strokes.  

“Then you better not come.”  

Sonny’s eyes flew open as you removed your hand. You pushed over a chair and sat across from him. Sonny’s eyes were fixed on you as you removed your heels and spread your legs. He could see the large dark spot that had formed along the gusset of the bodysuit you wore and could smell the musky sweet scent that was distinctly yours. You spread your legs and gave Sonny an eyeful of your soaked pussy. You had recently gotten waxed, and your delicate skin glistened with your arousal. You slid a finger down your lips, before sliding a finger inside of you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you began to masturbate, your lips were parted slightly; your skin was flushed with feverish desire. Sonny’s eyes were fixated on your movements.  

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Sonny groaned. “I want to taste your pussy so badly.”  

“We’ll see,” you sang. You scooted down on the chair, so that you were on the edge of the seat. Leaning back and gripping the edge of the chair on the sides, you raised your legs so that your feet were on his thighs. You knew from past experience with Sonny that he had a bit of a foot kink, so you made sure that your feet were well taken care of and that your toes were always well-dressed, with a not a chip in the polish in sight. Your feet were perpendicular on either side of his cock, and you began to move your feet in unison as you gave him a foot-job. Sonny’s head flew back once more, and he moaned your name loudly. “Oh God, fuck, Y/N!”  

The muscles in your legs quivered as you continued to stroke his cock with your feet. Beads of sweat rolled down your face and your core trembled. It was as if you were having your own workout.  

“Keep that up babe and I am going to come,” Sonny warned. You nodded and slowed your movements before coming to a full stop.  

“I am going to remove the ropes,” you began. “Don’t try anything funny.” You sat up fully in the chair and removed Sonny’s hat, tossing it to the side. You reached behind and undid your chignon, letting your hair cascade over your shoulders.  

Walking behind Sonny, you quickly undid the ropes. Sonny groaned as his arms resumed sensation from the position they were in as the lactic acid that had previously built up began to dissipate. Sonny quickly kicked off his shoes and the remainder of his clothing while you gathered the rope together once more.  

Without warning, Sonny scooped you, throwing you over his shoulder. His hand came down on your ass with a large spank before grabbing a fistful of flesh, squeezing. “Sonny!” you squealed. “I told you not to-,” you began, warning. Another smack landed on your ass.  

“Doll, you had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” Sonny replied huskily. Sonny carried you over to your bedroom, before throwing you gently over onto the bed. The bed creaked with Sonny’s weight. He covered his body with yours and kissed you once more. His hips rubbed against you and instinctively you raised your hips, desperate for some friction to ease the growing ache in your loins.  

You wrapped your legs around Sonny’s waist eagerly. Sonny nuzzled your neck and you moved your head to the side to provide him with greater access. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot along your neckline and you moaned. Your eyes which had shuttered closed, opened and you saw the red rope on the bed and you deduced that Sonny had brought it in with him when he carried you in.  

You used the palms of your hands to push Sonny’s weight off of you and rolled him into his back. Straddling him, you leaned over to grab the rope and quickly tied bound his wrists together and then bound his arms over his head using a simple column knot along the bedpost.  

 Sonny let out what sounded like a combination of a sob/groan. “No, no,” you commented. “Tonight’s about what I want… and what I want, is to suck your cock.”

You bent down and gently kissed Sonny before making your way down his body, placing kisses along his body.

Your lips were plush and soft; Sonny shivered under your kisses. Finally, you reached in between his legs and without missing a beat, or even waiting for him to say anything, you took him in your mouth. Sonny wanted nothing more to wrap his hands through your hair but he couldn’t. He tugged on the restraints hoping they’d give but you had him secured.  

You rhythmically bobbed on his impressive shaft. His cock was painfully hard; the mix of his salty pre-cum and his own musky, masculine scent sent you into overdrive. As your mouth worked him, you used your hand to stroke the shaft, adding to his pleasure. Another hand went to his balls, cupping and rolling them gently. You hummed around his cock and the vibrations caused Sonny’s hips to jerk upwards in response. You continued your oral ministrations, using the flat of your tongue to run up and down the sides of his shaft. You then used the point of your tongue to flick against the underside of the head of his cock. You took your time, no rush to do anything more. Sonny groaned. “Oh fuck doll - need to -- need to --” he choked out.  

You pulled off with a very audible, wet sounding pop. Sonny’s chest rose and fell, his heart was hammering in his chest. You moved to his side, and pressed small kisses by the corner of his mouth. Sonny was quivering, sweat dripping from every pore. Some of his hair was plastered against his forehead. “I love sucking your cock,” you purred in his ear. “Makes me so… wet.”

Sonny turned his head to kiss you deeply, which you obliged. As you kissed him, you reached down to his cock and resumed jerking him off. You could feel him starting to tense and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer so you slowly came to a stop.  

You climbed on top of Sonny, and began to remove the halter top portion of your bodysuit. “Leave it on,” Sonny replied, his normally bright blue eyes were heavy lidded and blown with lust. “You look so fucking hot.”  

You cocked your head and nodded, before rising up slightly to reach down and guide him inside of you. Sonny let out a string of curses in Italian as you sighed, blissfully feeling full. Languidly you began rocking and bouncing against him. Sonny grunted as your pussy gripped his cock tightly like a vice.  

“Oh Dominick,” you moaned obscenely and loudly, not caring if your neighbors heard. “I fucking love your cock.” You knew from past experience calling Sonny by his name always gave him an extra oomph. Your head fell forward as you dug your nails into his chest, leaving crescent marks on his skin.  

Sonny grunted as you rode his cock. He was desperate to touch you. It was driving him absolutely mad that he couldn’t. “Please,” he begged. “Baby girl I want to make you feel so good.”  

You opened your eyes and met Sonny’s eyes. You nodded. “Okay.” Slowly you climbed off of Sonny and on very wobbly legs, loosened the rope. Sonny grimaced as his arms began to regain their function. Standing fully in front of you, Sonny drank you in once more. Your eyes raked Sonny from head to groin, and somehow seeing his cock coated in your cream made you even more aroused.   

There was a glint in Sonny’s eyes and he gave you a very knowing smirk. You stood against the bed, waiting to see who would move next. Sonny did - he took one step and grabbed you by the outsides of your thighs. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on the bed, your ankles hoisted in the air. Sonny stroked cock against your labia, coating his cock with more of your arousal. “Look how wet you are for me. Dimmi come ti piace scopare.” Sonny slowly sunk back into you, balls deep. The lewd mixture of moans and skin on skin filled the room as he pounded into you, bumping your cervix with each snap of his hips. Sonny turned his attention to one leg and pressed kisses before gently grazing your skin with his teeth.  

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” you babbled incoherently. You reached down to rub your clitoris in concentric circles. Sonny looked down to watch his cock disappear in and out of you. He grunted as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. Your tits were straining against the bodysuit, the material provided delicate pressure against your sensitive nipples. You were completely wrecked as you were ravaged by Sonny. 

Sonny all of a sudden dropped his full weight on top of you. His arms braced the side of your head and your legs hooked around his hips. You kept rubbing your clit while another hand gripped a bicep. Sonny bent his head to your ear and grunted something in Italian - “Scopami, si cosi mi piaci cosi” you weren’t sure what it was but it sounded sexy as hell. Sonny’s own thrusts became erratic and soon he stiffened - one hand grabbed at your clothed breast as he released his seed into you. “That’s right, give it to me baby, give me that cream.”  It was all too much and the coil in your belly snapped. You wailed Sonny’s name as your pussy clenched around his cock. Sonny groaned your name,  shuddering as his release came to an end. You both laid there, still intimately connected, desperately trying to catch your own respective breaths. Your legs felt like jello and slowly you brought them back to the bed. 

Your eyes felt hazy and you were ready to drift back to sleep, when you felt your legs spread open once more. Sonny was in between your legs. “I want one more,” he rasped and before you could protest, his tongue was in between your folds. You threw your head back onto the bed, groaning as his tongue did indescribable, wonderful, magical things. You gripped his head tightly against you. Your body was overstimulated yet, you were in dire need to come again. Sonny reveled in the mix of your sweet juices and his own release. “You gonna come again for me sweet girl? Sborrami in faccia.” Sonny dove back into your folds, eating you out as if he was a starving man. You sobbed, writhing against his tongue and nose as another orgasm coursed through you. Sonny continued to lick you through your release until you finally stopped shuddering. Sonny peppered kisses along your skin, before cozying up next to you once more. You turned over to face Sonny and you placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

 “I love you Sonny.” A goofy, sleepy smile graced his face. 

 Holding you close, he whispered “I love you Y/N. Cazzo e stato incredible. Facciamolo ancora.”

FIN.

***

Translations:

Dimmi come te piaci scopare:  tell me how you like it.

Si cosi mi piaci, cosi: Omg, you feel so good

Scopami: Fuck me.

That was amazing: Cazzo e stato incredible.

Let’s do it again: Facciamolo ancora,

[eternalstann]

Two Of Us - Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Smut

Wordcount: 1.9K

Part 1 here! ❤️

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You yawned, before rolling over in your bed. Your eyes nearly rolled back from how good your morning stretch felt. You curled your toes into the plush baby blue rug on the floor and just sat for moment to gather yourself. Your father and the other avengers were leaving today. All of them, except Peter. A smile grew on your lips at the thought of him, you saw a whole new side of him yesterday. Your thighs pressed together when you remembered the feeling of his hard dick against your ass. A heat formed in your core as you imagined much more than just feeling his dick.

You needed a shower.

You jumped up and padded into the bathroom before undressing. Fuck, you'd forgotten your phone. You walk back into your bedroom and nearly have a stroke at the sight of a certain brown haired boy sitting on your bed. "Peter!" You shriek, doing your best to cover yourself up. "Holy shit" Peter whispered to himself at the sight in front of him. Your full round breasts staring him in the face, and he was sure the way they bounced with every step you took would be something he remembered forever. You backed your way into the bathroom, squeezing your eyes shut. "What do you want!" You called out from behind the door. "I - um, I just wanted to tell you everyone's getting ready to leave in about half an hour" he murmured, still reveling in what he'd just seen. "Okay thank you, you can go now!" You reply before shutting the door to the bathroom. 

"Jesus" you mutter under your breathe, you were convinced these sorts of things only happened to you. "I guess my shower will have to wait" You sigh. You made your way downstairs, clad in shorts and a tank top that might've been a size too small and was biting into your shoulders.

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs you got that same funny feeling you always do before your father leaves. Pride and worry, he was probably one of the strongest beings in the universe but he was still your dad. "My love" he called out to you, pulling you in for a hug. "Be careful okay?" You whisper, looking up at him. "I will, and if you suspect anything is off then you let me know immediately. I'll be here fast as lightening" he spoke and you laughed at his corny joke. You smiled watching everyone say their good byes, you really were a big family.  "I love you" and "see you soons" chorused through the compound as they left. You glanced at Peter, standing near the door with Morgan in his arms as they waved and watched until everyone was out of view.

The mood was somber knowing so many of the people you loved had just left to complete a task that could potentially injure or kill them. You decided that needed to change. "Let's bake a cake!" You exclaim, grinning at Morgan and Peter. You swear you saw Morgan's ears perk up at the word cake. "Yes! Cake" she screamed bouncing in Peters arms. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, play Talk by Khalid please" you spoke, dancing your way to the kitchen when the music started.

You began pulling out the ingredients and setting them on the island, you were about grab a bowl when you turned around to see what your supposed 'helpers' were doing. Peter was still holding the chipper girl. Seeing him with Morgan, her little arms wrapped around his neck while he spun her around and sang to her made your brain fuzzy. He was literally perfect. "Hey! I'm not making this cake by myself" You quip, putting your hands on your hips and raising an eyebrow at the pair dancing behind you. "Sorry Chef Y/N" Peter laughed, setting Morgan down on stool. "There's so many flavors!" she chirped, looking at all the supplies in front of her. "I know, but let's start with one for now" Peter replied before holding up two boxes, "which one?"

"Chocolate!" The three of you all agreed in unison.

"Jinx" Morgan giggled, "can I pour it in?" Her small hands reached for the box Peter was holding.

—

Almost an hour later and you had just finished making the batter. Baking with a four year old was rougher than you thought. All of you were covered in flour and some other things you didn't even remember using. You exhaled in relief, finally putting the pan in the oven. You were drained but Morgan was still dancing around the kitchen to 'Thotiana' by Blueface, which you were sure she shouldn't be listening to but she seemed to love. "Aye! Bust down thotiana, I wanna see you bust down" - you shook your head watching Peter sing and hype Morgan up. Your eyes widened when you saw it was only 2 o clock. It felt like 9 in your head.

You all cleaned up the kitchen while you waited for the cake to bake. Morgan squealed when the timer went off and you raced to beat her to the oven before she could touch it. "Nope" you laughed, picking her up and placing her behind you. "Aw man" she pouted, watching you take out your creation. "Well, its not a looker" Peter shrugged, looking at it from over your shoulder. "Hey, it looks great!" You fake offense and slap his arm. You cut Morgan a piece, handing it to her. "It's delicious" she cried out, big eyes shining with pride. "Yay!" You cheer, slicing some for you and Peter, then pouring you all some milk.

"Movie time!" You wince after sitting on the couch, remembering you're all coated in flour galore.

After watching Shrek 1 & 2, it's almost 8. Morgan keeps rubbing her eyes to stay awake, her head in your lap and legs on Peter. "Let's get washed up babe" you murmur, watching the credits roll. You lift her up and carry her to her room, grabbing a towel and pajamas before going into the conjoined bathroom. You brush her hair up into a ponytail while you wait for the bath water to run. Morgan sighed, tilting her head back to look at you. "I want my hair to be long like yours". You frown at her words, "Your hair is beautiful M" you reply, placing her into the tub. "Not like yours. You're so tall and pretty" she whispered, looking at her hands. You felt for the little girl, growing up on Asgard surrounded by beautiful, strong women was intimidating and often times made you feel quite insecure. You can only imagine what it was like growing up with women like Pepper, Natasha, Carol, and Wanda was like. "I want be pretty AND powerful like you" she spoke. You smiled, "You already are Morgan".

—

You gasped when you collided with Peter outside of Morgan's room. "She asleep?" He asked quietly and you nodded. Once you got farther down the hall he spoke in his regular voice, "Holy shit, finally! Does she have an endless battery? Are little kids supposed to take naps? She's definitely taking a nap tomorrow" he rambled. "I just can't wait to shower" you groan, pushing open the door to your room. You kicked off your slippers, the rest of your clothes piling up beside them. Peter stared at you awestruck, "Nothing you haven't seen before" you shrug before stepping into the shower.

"You gonna join me? Looks like you could use a shower too" You ask, turning to let the water flow down tour back, being sure to jut your breasts out just a little. Peter didn't say anything, just started tearing his own clothes off and then joining you. 

Your eyes traveled up and down the length of his body, taking in every inch. He was incredible. Eyes following the little droplets of water falling down his chest, fingers close behind. His cock was already half hard. It was calling to you. You had to close your eyes for a moment to stop yourself from jumping on him. His hands reached out to massage your boobs, a content sigh slipping past your lips as he worked your flesh. He took a step closer to you, your nipples brushing against his chest and sending sparks throughout your body. "Turn around" he commanded and you did as he said. You were hoping he was going to bend you over and fuck you into next week. But he had other plans, he began massaging shampoo through your hair. The tips of his fingers scratching against tour scalp. You leaned into him, feeling his solid chest against your back. "Rinse baby" he whispered in your ear, letting his tongue dance along your earlobe. You felt like melting. You stepped forward to rinse, missing a beat when you felt Peter grab your waist. "Got a little shampoo - right here" His words followed by a harsh smack to your ass and you let out a whimper. "Fuck Peter".

He pulled you back to him, his dick once again pressed to your ass, except this time there were no clothes acting as barriers. Skin to skin. Peters hands  wrapped around to your front, and your body jumped when his finger pressed to your clit before skimming through your folds. "You want it Y/N?" He asked and you nod fiercely. "I want words baby girl" he spoke again. "Yes Peter, I want it. I want you!" You cry, pushing your hips back and grinding against him. A hiss leaving his mouth at the feel of you. His finger finds your clit again, not waisting anytime before he begins. His fingers were magic, igniting something brand new inside of you. He applied more pressure and increased his speed, his own hips rocking against you from behind. You relished the little noises he let slip.

You felt your orgasm swell within you, your breathe uneven and heart racing. "I'm close" you moan out and Peter only pushes harder. His lips attach to your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin. He loved the way you tasted and he couldn't wait to taste every part of you. "Cum for baby" he grunted, his other hand wrapping around the base of your throat and squeezing. Your legs nearly give out as your orgasm washes over you, but Peter holds you up, whispering dirty words in your ear as you rode out your high. "Fuck me Peter" you groan, and before you can blink he's carrying you to the bed.

You're on top of him and even though he's under you, you can feel him everywhere. His hands grip your ass, helping you grind back and forth. You lift yourself up, about to sink down onto his length when you hear your door creak open. You grab the sheets to cover the two of you just as Morgan's little head pops in.

"Can I sleep with you guys" she asks, her voice small. She looks up and furrows her brow at the sight of the pair of you, but she doesn't dwell on it.  "Sure M, go grab a pillow though okay" you say as sweetly as you can and she nods before walking off. "Oh my god" you exclaim looking at Peter and you want to laugh at the sour look on his face.

"You really need to start locking your door"

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So you guys got a little bit of smut this time! I can't believe how many of you liked part one, thank you ❤️ I think I'm going to make this at least 5/6 parts or maybe more. Idk yet, but also I wanna say another thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged. I love you guyssss!

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[ibelongtovillains]

Finding Ghosts: part 2

Summary:  After Steve and all the others go on the run together. Bucky and Steve may have each other forever. But who does Tony have?

warnings: Fluff? lab time. Two hermits. 

part 1 

“I can’t remember if you wanted specific colors or to just copy mine.” Tony asked not looking up from the metal frame he was working on.

“Mmmh... Hot pink and yellow.” You said with your best poker face.

Tony stopped tinkering with the metal in front of him and turned to see if you were serious or just pulling his leg. His eyes met yours and the concerned light hearted look on his face had cracks appearing in your perfect poker face. The longer the silence went on and the more you two maintained eye contact, Tony’s eyes started to get wider. Soon a smile pushed up the corners of your lips. Tony smirked and you both shared a good laugh.

You and Tony had pretty much locked yourselves away inside the lab. At first it was just wanting some time away from the entire world. Then Tony finally let you return the favor and you told him everything that you had kept bottled up from over the years and all events leading up till now.

Flashback

Wanda used her powers to stop the rubble from crashing in and preventing the three of you from getting on that plane. You had shown up this fight late unsure of who to side with. Tony had been there for you since the day he met you and took you in when you had no where else to go. When you heard Bucky and Steve’s side you felt in your heart that they were right. If this guy was going to release supersoldiers to do whatever hit kill he ordered it would be bad for everyone.

You weren’t enhanced like Bucky and Steve, even running at full speed you were having troubles keeping up. Barely making it you rolled through just in time. You almost slammed into Bucky as he stopped and haulted you in the process.

“What are we waiting for?” You asked with urgency to leave.

“Sorry doll but this where you get off. Thank you for everything.” Bucky leaned forward to kiss you but you pulled back.

“No, Bucky. I am going with you!” Anger filled your voice but deep down you could feel the pain forming a lump in your throat and your eyes threatened to water up.

“It’s too dangerous. Once this is all over we can have a nice little vacation.” The audacity Bucky had to think you were dumb enough or that love stricken to believe what he was saying.

You knew deep down Bucky wasn’t a real asshole and that he was a good guy. It was just his way of protecting you as nicely as he thought he could. You knew that this would make him a fugitive and that you’d probably wouldn’t see him or Steve for a long time or most likely never again.

“You think I’m weak. Weak and stupid.” There it was. You tried to hold back your emotions and think this through rationally but there was too much at stake and Bucky couldn’t see by not letting you see this mission through. That he was condemning you to live out whatever consequences on your own. When here you believed you were choosing a team and not place to be thrown under the bus.

“Y/N. Please, you have to..” Bucky started to back up running out of things to say. He thought that would shake you quickly enough.

“Just go Bucky!” You hissed letting go in defeat. He tried one last time to kiss you but you turned away. If you let him you would have started sobbing.

Without a second look back they took off into the sky. You took off to find somewhere to lay low for awhile.

Present time

“So... that’s why I need to be able to fight. Or just be more useful. I don’t Fucking know!” You threw your hands up feeling frustrated at your feelings taking over again.

Tony gently squeezed your leg just above your knee and smiled. He made sure to finish listening to every word you had to say about it and then gave you a couple minutes after to collect yourself.

“Bad timing. And I am glad it was bad timing because look what it’s done for us!” Tony chided with a glint in his eye.

“Tony.” You rolled your eyes at him but let your hand rest on top of his.

“It’s True and you know it. That is also why I am making you, your very own...” Tony paused to think of what exactly you would be called.

“Iron Lady?” You giggled at the name. Biting your lip when you realized how corny it sounded.

“No absolutely not. You sound like some 16th century woman who stole her father’s armor and went to war as a man.” Tony shut down your name even though you, yourself shut it down as soon as you said it.

“That’s the plot to Mulan and I am not sure that time period is correct.” You argued knowing damn well you and Tony would probably spend the next hour bickering about stupid things.

“How about Iron girl? No that’s just as bad.” Tony began and then shut that idea down as well.

“Does that mean you watch Disney movies?” You were still stuck on his misused reference.

“I’m going to need you to get on the same page with me. We’re discussing names for you. Not films that I may or may not have seen. “ Tony quipped back trying to swing the conversation around to be in his favor.

Both of you had quit working and were now facing each other. It was kind of nice not having a care in the world. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever but until your suit was built you and Tony could happily hide out in his lab together.

“We can’t even decide on a color.” You argued realising you were a few steps ahead with the naming.

“Well that’s your fault not mine. You can’t fight bad guys in a hot pink and yellow suit.” Tony scolded you light heartedly followed by a chuckle.

“Why the hell not? That’s more humiliating for them when I kick there asses!” You laughed trying your best to defend those colors.

“Ok would it be gold or like lemon yellow?” Tony tried to humor you for the time being to see how far you would take this.

“Erhmm... like. Easter chic peeps yellow...” You trailed off in your own thoughts as you thought of different shades of yellow.

Tony cringed at the image that gave him of you in an iron suit that was pastel easter colors of vibrant pink and yellow. He laughed but argued he would never fight with you or be seen near you in those colors. That comment rewarded him a slap on the shoulder and mock expression of being angry.

“Well. We need to figure all this out and finish it so I can teach you how to do everything and then we’ll have a real test run.” Tony encouraged you both to return to the project at hand.

Your excitement overwhelmed you at the thought of getting to fly your new suit. You practically squealed like air releasing out of a balloon through a small hole.

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Title: In the form of punishment 6 Rating: NC-17 Pairings/characters: Yonekuni & Shirou Series: Sex Pistols Part of: Alt Universe; Sixth part to In the form of punishment 1 2 3 4 5 Notes/Warnings: The only part in this series that’s not a drabble.  I want to make it up to Yonekuni for the way he’s going to be treated in “In the arms of another” so, here’s the Sixth part of several drabbles that’ll make the blond happy :3  This is corny XD

It was the chill in the air that awoke him at first, or maybe it was the the fact that when he tried to reach for one of the many blankets he kept on the bed, he found that had limited movement of his arms.   With the thought of maybe he was tangled, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly before cursing at the harsh light that burned his eyes.   Attempting to get his barrings straight, he looked to the side, away from the light to his arms now position at an unusual angle and finally seeing what was holding him back.  The material that was wrapped around his wrist seemed familiar, tugging at his memory, as if telling him to remember.  Reaching with his free hand, with the hope to remove what was wrapped around his right wrist, he found that his left arm barely came up halfway.  Turning back towards the light to see the same material wrapped around his left wrist as well.

Clenching his teeth as not to shout and wake up whoever was in the apartment, though he knew that the only person, beside him, who resided in the apartment was Shirou.  With just barely enough slack to sit up, he did just that, though he wished he could untie his wrists, he glanced around the room in the hopes for any sign of his canine lover, though the sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention.  Narrowing his eyes as his missing partner pushed the door open with one hand while the other carried a tray.  Eyes flickering to his and a soft smile on Shirou’s face, not a hint of what his lover was up to.

“So you’re up, Yonekuni,” words spoken as the wolf set the tray on the nightstand, “I bet you’re wondering-”  His lover stopped, scolding himself.  ”Of course your wondering.”  The bed dipped under Shirou’s weight while the think blanket, the only thing covering him, was pulled away.  ”You can think of this as punishment.  Punishment for smelling like Tsuburaya-kun a few days ago.”  The normal calm voice took on a hard tone at the mention of Noririn, knowing that Shirou still had a hard time of watching him interact with the cat, despite nothing going on between them.  He paused in his thoughts, when did he get close enough to the lightweight to start smelling like him?  He still despised other males touching him, Shirou being the only exception.

Losing his ability to think and talk when a warm hand that had been close to his thigh on the bed started to slide up and along his body, following the movement with his eyes.  ”You must know how irritated I was when I caught another’s scent on you.”  Swallowing, the way Shirou’s eyes narrowed, remembering when the male had walked off, the grin that made him nervous.  He thought the grin had meant something completely different.  Now he knew the reason Shirou had avoided him at the party and the look that had left Noririn frozen.

“Consider this your punishment,” missing the heat as Shirou’s hand slide away.  Wait, punishment?  Pulling at his bonds, irritation filling him at Shirou’s laugh.  He didn’t care if this was just a game, he wasn’t into the pain that he thought was coming, the laughing died down as Shirou reached at him.  ”Don’t get too worried, Yonekuni,” a hand on his cheek, warm and comforting, familiar, “You’ll feel nothing,” a kiss to his lips, “but pleasure.”  The tension that had built up in his body was slowly released as Shirou pulled back.

Watching with piqued interest, eyes roaming over as Shirou slowly unbuttoned the shirt he wore, working on the belt after the shirt had been parted and left on.  Catching sight of skin that he knew so well, the briefest hint of a pale nipple when the shirt shifted before being shrugged off, slipping down and the undone belt was pulled from the belt loops.

“I thought about this, Yonekuni,” hands reached, stopping when the length was me, “thought about teasing and tormenting you until your ready to cum.  all without touching me.”  The devious look on Shirou’s face reminding him of times when Shirou knew he had the upper hand if he wasn’t so sure that his lover was a full blooded wolf, he would have guessed that the canine had some snake blood.  Watching entranced as hands smoothed down, pausing at the button and zipper that held pants up and together before nimble fingers deftly slipped the button from the hole.  Fingertips reached for the metal table of the zipper, slowly lowering the metal tab.  He was usually the one to Strip his lover, too impatient to enjoy the view.  Now he had the time to appreciate the teasing view his wolf gave him, hints of hair, the small trail that would lead down to Shirou’s hard cock and past that.  He would roll taunt balls before finding the hole that accepted him.

The low sound of want escaping before he could stop it, itching to slide his hands inside Shirou’s pants, to pleasure his lover until he had the wolf begging him to cum.  Watching as the pants were slowly pushed down, long legs stepping from the clothing that piled at Shirou’s feet before his eyes widened, the sight of the heavyweight wearing nothing underneath had him licking his lips.  The bed dipped against Shirou climbed on, straddling his legs before the male moved up further.  Biting his lip when he felt the brush of Shirou’s cock against his as the male settled exactly where he wanted, his cock nestled against Shirou’s cheeks.

“Yonekuni, you’re not supposed to hold back your pleasure,” the taunt, while faint, was there for him to hear.

“Well, you’re not supposed to tie me up and yet, I am.”  He quipped back, leaning in to steal Shirou’s lips.  A muffled chuckle, slipping the tip of his tongue past parted lips to finally taste Shirou.  ”Oh, yeah,” he murmured, pulling back as a hand slipped between them and cupped him gently.  Bucking into Shirou’s touch, forcing the grip around to tighten, wanting more than the grip that his lover had on him.  ”Come on,” a nip at the wolf’s bottom lip and a swipe of his tongue to sooth the area, “show me what you have planned-”

His words froze in his throat, finally feeling what his mischievous lover had placed on him while he slept.  The feel of fingers tracing the item that was circled around him.  ”A cock ring?”  Baring his teeth as Shirou’s fingers teased his taunt balls, ignoring the straining flesh that seeped with his pre-cum.  Soon, the fingers left, giving him what he wanted.  Head bowed, watching the fingers that had caressed and teased him swipe along the swollen head, gathering the dripping fluid.  He could only watch as a pink tongue lick away the fluid that clung to fingers, groaning as his flesh throbbed, reminding him of the damned device that Shirou had slipped on him.

“S-Shirou,” his words seemed thick on his tongue, slipping heavily off as the male moved down, the dark head duck under his chin.  The snuffing of warm air against his skin had him shivering, holding back sounds as kisses and sucks were dropped when Shirou moved his way down.  Cursing his bonds, watching as the dark head started to bob.  He wanted to reach out to touch, run his fingers through his lover’s hair as Shirou pleasured him in ways that blew his mind.  To push soft hair out of the way so he could watch himself disappear into Shirou’s mouth.  Just as quickly, watching a hand replace the heat of Shirou’s mouth.

“This was supposed to be a punishment for you,” Shirou whispered as he leaned in, “but I think that’s become a pleasure for you.”  Words against his skin, teeth worrying his nipple.  Movement of Shirou’s nose as he rubbed up his chest.  ”You don’t know how embarrassing it was to walk into that sex shop, looking for the one thing that would work for you.”

Attempting and failing to push further into Shirou’s grasp, cursing when his lover pulled his hand away and despite what Shirou had told him, this was the punishment that the wolf had mentioned.  ”That’s when I picked up the rope and well, these wrist cuffs.”  His eyes widened, now recognizing the material and the rope.  He had been eying it for weeks, always dropping in on the shop to browse the shop and finding his attention on the items.  Always picturing Shirou strapped down, begging and at his mercy.  Wanting him.  Swallowing hard as Shirou rubbed against him, the hard cock that belonged to the wolf leaving a trail of pre-cum to dry on his skin.

“I want you to prepare me,” a harsh confession as his restricted hands were able to finally touch skin, though not as much as he wanted.  ”I’ll have to settle for preparing myself.  You’ll just have to watch.”

Holding back the sound of protest as Shirou pulled back, barely out of his reach.  Gray eyes caught his, watching Shirou open the new bottle of lubrication with a flick of his finger and the tild of hips, getting ready to put on a show for him-

“Wait!”  He called out hoarsely, seeing eyes widening and hands pausing their movements.  He wasn’t just going to sit there and watch what he couldn’t touch.  ”Scoot closer and turn over.  I’m going to be the one to prepare you.”  Shirou swallowed and any protest that he was going to make died before he scooted closer and turned over.  In just the right reach, his shackled hand caressed one firm cheek of Shirou’s ass, spreading it to give him a view of the hidden hole.  Licking his lips, grabbing the bottle that the heavyweight shoved back into his hand.  Giving Shirou his silent thanks for opening the bottle, the faint scent of the lubrication hitting his nose, a familiar scent that he wasn’t about to think of at the moment.  Squeezing some of th clear gel, watching it drip down the center of Shirou’s crack, the shiver that ran through his lover’s body at the chill.

Rubbing his fingertips over the puckered entrance, pushing one finger inside while the body above him tried to draw his finger in, clamping down before pushing back against him.  The murmur of his name and the was of hot air was his only warning as his cock was taken inside Shirou’s hot mouth.  Trying to concentrate on the task at hand, slipping a second finger in to join the first.  Wishing he had more freedom to move his hands, he watched hips pushed back against his fingers.  The faint scrapping of teeth, breath hissing out in a curse and a lick of a tongue, as if apologizing silently.

Moving his fingers inside Shirou, scissoring and twisting them, feeling them brush against the small bundle of nerves that had his lover groaning around his flesh, the warm hand once again replacing the hot mouth while hips pushed back for more.  With Shirou riding his fingers, the grip around him slackened, wanting nothing more than the reach down and touch himself, to bring himself off while his lover got pleasure from his fingers.

The slight feel of drops against his skin, heat flaring in his chest as he realized that with every brush of his fingers against the one spot that made Shirou arch and cry out.  Unable to do nothing but watch the wolf pull away, his finger’s sliding from the canine’s body with barely a sound, it was the faint voice that he heard, one that he longed to hear again and again.

Shirou trembled as he crawled away, turning on trembling knees.  Swollen lips wet with his pre-cum, the wolf reaching out for him.  ”I can’t wait any more, Yonekuni,” feeling Shirou settle above him, “need to feel you inside me, deep.”  Words soft as Shirou reached behind him, his words ignored as he panted out Shirou’s name.  Hands clenching and unclenching as the head of his cock was rubbed against Shirou’s lubricated hole.  ”S-Shirou,  at least take it off.”  His voice trailed off, fingers reaching for any purchase, wanting nothing more than to pull his lover fully down on him.  Settling for lifting his hips up in attempts to sink himself further inside Shirou’s body, biting his lip as a gut wrenching groan of satisfaction when Shirou sunk down on him.

The sound of his name over his heart pounding with pleasure, the restriction of the cock ring and the slow movement of the one above him seemed like pure torture as his lover slowly rode him, obvious to his distress.  He could only watch in longing as his cock was swallowed up every downward movement that Shirou made, released as he moved up and back down again.  Barely catching the movement of a hand slipping away, from being wrapped around the hard flesh that the wolf had slowly started to work himself to the bindings on his wrist.  With one free hand, he pulled Shirou off him, ignoring the desolate feeling that it left him.  Threading his fingers through dark hair, tightening his grasp and jerking Shirou’s head back, licking at the underside of Shirou’s chin.

“You think you’re cleaver,” he drawled out, lips moving against skin, “but it’s my turn now.”  Licking his way up the side of Shirou’s neck, latching onto the lobe of the wolf’s ear.  ”Finish it, Shirou.  Remove them both.”

His order was spoken low and though he expected Shirou to resist, he knew the canine was too far gone, too lost in the pleasure that had abruptly stopped.  All too soon, his right wrist was free and as Shirou moved back, cheeks flushed as hands made quick work of removing the cock ring.  The sigh of relief was loud and his only warning he gave Shirou before grabbing him by his wrist and forcing him on his back.  Legs coming up, parting for him and the heat that beckoned and welcomed him back.

All he could remember, later that evening, was the sound of Shirou’s cries as he reduced him to nothing but senseless begging.  The tight clenching of the one below him and the tears in Shirou’s eyes had him giving into a side of himself that he longed to explore.

The sound of rhythmic breath was the only sound in the room while the sun barely crept through the blinds allowed him to see his exhausted lover.  The marks he left on Shirou weren’t hard to see, unable to count them all and he looked away when he caught several covered in drying cum.  Whether it belonged to him or Shirou, he didn’t know and at that moment, he didn’t care to find out.  Pulling away from the warmth of the bed to stand up and look down when his foot nudged the cuffs and rope that had been tossed aside after Shirou removed them.  A glance at the items and then to his sleeping lover, hiding the smirk that he knew that was spreading across his face.  The fact that Shirou had bought what he had been eying, that his lover had been thinking along the same lines as he made it all better.  He wasn’t going to tell Shirou he had the same ideas, wanting Shirou to find out on his own.  That was just something he wasn’t ready to share, but if Shirou were to find out on his own, well, he was just find with that.

Quickly walking into the bathroom, he was glad that they had the next few days off.

When the sound of the shower turned on, Shirou opened his eyes and smiled to himself.  His planed had worked, riling the blond to the point that Yonekuni gave into a side that he knew was there.  Stretching his body, the throb of protest and the dried fluid had him getting to his feet to join Yonekuni.  He wondered if Yonekuni knew that he seemed to instigate things just to see his reactions.  The click of the door, he quietly joined his lover in the shower.

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SHOW REVIEW: KillThrax Tour, feat: Anthrax and Killswitch Engage w/The Devil Wears Prada - Jasta - Fillmore - Silver Spring, MD

Anthrax & Killswitch Engage – The Fillmore – Silver Spring, MD – April 3, 2017

One of the most highly anticipated heavy metal tours of early 2017, The KillThrax Tour, featuring a co-headlining bill of thrash royalty Anthrax and metalcore titans Killswitch Engage, invaded the halls of the Fillmore in Silver Spring, Maryland, this past week.

Any lineup featuring the two aforementioned metal heroes would be more than enough to fill most music halls to capacity with rabid headbangers, however, the KillThrax tour also includes rising metalcore outfit The Devil Wears Prada and Jamey Jasta of Hatebreed fame.

The venue had posted show opener Jasta as taking the stage at 7:00 pm, however, Jasta and The Devil Wears Prada both had their set times moved up an hour at the last minute, as apparently a personal issue forced the Hatebreed front man to start the night’s metal festivities a bit early.

As a result anyone not lucky enough to already be inside the Fillmore when the venue’s doors opened likely missed most if not all of Jasta’s and The Devil Wears Prada’s performances.  As it turns out, sometimes the metal gods can be cruel.

Any feelings of disappointment some fans may have felt being denied the chance to enjoy Jasta and or TDWP were surely washed away quickly as New Jersey thrash metal godfathers Anthrax took to the Fillmore stage with the kind of ferocity and sheer intensity most bands thirty years their junior would be lucky to emulate.

Still touring on what many consider a return to form, 2016’s For All Kings, the evening’s performance was mostly a metal time machine journey through Anthrax’s early catalog. Outside of three tracks off of their latest LP and a single tune from 2011’s Worship Music, the evening’s set list leaned heavily on Anthrax’s third studio record, 1985’s Among the Living.

Most longtime fans of the band were likely expecting this as prior to the KillThrax tour kicking off here in United States Anthrax played the Among the Living record in its entirety across the pond throughout both the months of February and March.

At 56 years of age, Joey Belladona’s voice has not only not degraded, his level of energy and overall performance seem to actually be getting stronger. This same sentiment holds true for the entirety of the band, especially in terms of Frank Bello and Scott Ian’s frantic antics while up on stage.

Ian, Bello, and Belladona were whirling dervishes, constantly darting from stage end to stage end and up, then back down, the elevated stage platforms regularly interacting with another. When not crashing and banging into each other the band members regularly created connections with individuals in the audience via more than a handful of  directed nods, finger points, and the flashing of the metal horns. Belladona at one point even directly interacted with a few of the photographers, twice grabbing cameras to take a few choice images himself.

It’s these connections and the genuine heart felt interactions Anthrax makes with the audience at their live shows that ensures their performances are unique, making these encounters that much more timeless for their fan base. At most concerts if the band performs at a high level, that’s more than enough for almost any fan to be satisfied with.  Anthrax always manages to exceed those expectations by creating personal moments that those in the audience will go on to remember for years to come.

A fair percentage of those in attendance were on the younger end of the spectrum and thus more than likely Killswitch Engage fans. That fact did not prevent Anthrax from forcing nearly everybody inside the Fillmore to engage with them via fiery renditions of classics such as the S.O.D cover, “March of the SOD, while also setting the stage ablaze with fan favorite, “Antisocial” and regular show closer, “Indians.”

Hats off to Belladona, Ian (guitar), Bello (bass), Jon Donais (guitar) and Charlie Benante (drums), as all are superlative as well as seasoned players who never fail to impress and their performance at the Fillmore in Silver Spring, Maryland did absolutely nothing to dispel that long standing tradition.

Originally formed nearly twenty years into Anthrax’s career, Killswitch Engage are on somewhat of a nostalgia trip themselves as the band is also celebrating one of their own record’s anniversary, Alive or Just Breathing.

Released fifteen years ago, the band’s second full-length studio effort put the Massachusetts outfit on the proverbial metal map on the strength of the single, “Last Serenade.” Their set list at the Fillmore, however, did not center around the band’s sophomore album, instead it swung more towards material off of both 2016’s Incarnate and the 2004 Howard Jones fronted classic, The End of the Heartache.

Killswitch Engage have taken a play right out of Anthrax’s playbook in terms of not only fan interaction but their actual live performance. Much like his metal brothers Bello, Belladona, and Ian, Adam Dutkiewicz has a non-stop motor whenever and wherever he performs.

Known for his crazy stage outfits and even more outlandish stage antics, Dutkiewicz could easily come off as corny. Instead KsE’s fans embrace the guitarist’s wild behavior and I’m sure many come to the band’s live shows excited to see what eccentric ensemble Dutkiewicz may show up in.  Just don’t tell Slayer guitarist Kerry King any of this.

King has called out Dutkiewicz more than a few times for what he’s referred to as the guitarist’s “silliness.”  I suppose to each their own, and there’s never such thing as a wrong opinion but in fairness, Dutkiewicz  is just trying to have a blast. His on stage shenanigans are more than likely just his way of expressing his exuberance and his attempt at sharing those emotions with the fans.

Although not quite as silly as Dutkiewicz, bassist Mike D’Antonio is wildly entertaining to watch in concert as he too is beyond animated.  D’Antonio puts on an array of evil metal faces while swaying and contorting his bass in every possibly direction as he maniacally moves about the stage.

The bassist is this kooky amalgamation of Gene Simmons meets Cliff Burton in terms of both play style and stage persona. Upon observation D’Antonio appears to be living out the real life concert millions of metal heads played to themselves in their high school bedrooms each and every time he has the opportunity to play live.

The counter to Dutkiewicz and D’Antonio, lead singer Jesse Leach, is more of a serious presence while up on stage. Leach forgoes the tomfoolery instead choosing to make his connections with the audience via his soaring vocals and stoic performance.

Leach commands immediate attention and only has to utter a few words to send any crowd into an all out frenzy. Seconds before launching into “Strength of Mind,” Leach quipped that the mosh pit had not nearly impressed him up until that point in the show. Not unexpectedly, the audience responded with vigor as lord help those who were not prepared for the break out of flying fists and hammer kicks that instantaneously engulfed two-thirds of the Fillmore’s general admission floor.

Similar to Anthrax, the boys in Killswitch Engage Leach (vocals), D’Antonio (bass), Dutkiewicz (guitar), Josh Stroetzel (guitar), and Justin Foley (drums) have spent their entire career creating long standing bonds with their fan base.  Thus when attending one of their surreal live shows most fans don’t just come away feeling as though they’ve spent a few hours at a concert.  Instead upon existing the venue most fans probably felt as though they had just spent a couple of hours with their best friends, who also just so happen to be in a kick ass metal band.

As the final notes of “In Due Time” echoed throughout the Fillmore many headbangers, weary from hours of well, head banging, were doing something that isn’t necessarily associated with the world of heavy metal, they were smiling.  Head banging, smiling, and beyond unreal live metal performances, that’s what our friends in Anthrax and Killswitch Engage are all about.

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