#I just need to know someone out there gives a fuuuuck

[0zzysaurus]

Anyways NIN lyrics that remind me of Javert (not seen is all of Ruiner that is 100% him hating on/but weirdly getting the hots for Madeleine - from Javerts perspective Madeleine is the ruiner, from everyone else’s perspective, it’s Javert)

The Hand That Feeds is self explanatory, the lyrics from I Do Not Want This give regretting his suicide vibes, (more so than Hurt funnily enough, just cus of the contextual metaphors being more relevant here) and March of the Pigs is his crazy feral ass KNOWING Madeleine is a liar, ratting him out, and feeling proud of it

[nanaslutt]

NEED A PART 2 OF MMA TOJI RNNNN

Pt 1. here

Contains: fem reader, angst to comfort, fluff, lots of screaming & crying, manhandling, Toji isn't the best with his feelings, confessions, mutual pining, cunnilingus, Toji cums in his pants, soooo much dirty talk, sweet sweet lovey dovey filth, hickeys, biting, crack :3

MDNI

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You woke up from your nap with the grating jingle of your phone ringing on your nightstand. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eys, glancing at the clock- 9:13 pm. "Fuck, I must've been tired." You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you grabbed your phone right when the caller ID of Toji's assistant disappeared from your screen. It was then that you noticed how your phone had over 35 missed messages from the team, 5 plus calls, and even a text from your best friend, Shoko.

"What the fuuuuck?" You whispered into the room, standing up to flick on your light, your phone started ringing once more- Toji's assistant was calling again. You slid the green check over, answering the call, "Are you with Toji right now?" Her rushed voice spoke through the phone. "What? No, I was sleeping." You answered, sitting back down on your bed as you sat criss crossed on top of your sheets. "Fuck, he won't answer his phone." She cursed, the sound of a car revving could be heard in the background- why was she driving this late?

"You're scaring me, what's going on?" You said, swallowing the lump in your throat as you fiddled with the hem of your shorts. "I'm so sorry babe, it's okay, but I'm going to need you to stay off of your phone, I'm on the way to pick you up now." She said as calmly as she could muster. "Please tell me whats going on, is Toji okay?" You asked, holding your hand over your chest as you felt a sort of nauseousness come over you. "I don't know what that asshole is doing, he's probably drunk or something." She responded, cursing under her breath some more as she finished.

What the fuck did that mean? You put her on speaker and swiped out of the call, not wanting to give her any indication that you were scrolling through your phone after she just told you not to. The first message you checked was from Shoko.

Shoko: Is that video real?

Shoko: Babe, pick up your phone, what the fuuuck is going on

Shoko: This is not the time to be napping, fuck, pick up right now

You scrolled through was seemed like an endless row of texts from her that all read the same thing, until one caught your eye, making your heart sink to your stomach.

Shoko: Why didn't you tell me you were hooking up with Toji?

Your heart started beating out of your chest, you covered your mouth as you felt something rise up your throat, your face felt hot as you took in her words. How did she know you and Toji had been hooking up? Your swiped over to the work group chat that Toji was excluded from and started from the top.

Main manager: Someone get ahold of Toji NOW, and let me know the moment you do, he's playing with his fucking future here.

The thread continued with your coworkers all chattering about Toji, most of them saying how he wasn't responding, this and that- a couple girls you were close with were asking in the chat how you were doing. You were going to be sick. You saw one of his managers say something about a Twitter video in the thread. Faster than the speed of light, you opened up the blue bird icon, and your feed was immediately flushed with snippets of a video you had partook in earlier that day, of you and Toji fucking in the PT room, the most noticeable account that was posting them being Toji's himself.

It was only then that you registered Toji's assistant had been talking to you as her repeated call of your name left her lips and entered your brain. "Fuck." You covered your mouth with your hand and rushed to the bathroom, your name could be heard yelling out to you through the speaker as you barely made it into the restroom in time. Coughing as your knees lay next to the toilet bowl, you heaved air into your lungs as you tried to process what was going on. You were so scared; a million questions rattled through your brain.

Why would Toji post that now? The two of you had been doing this and filming it for months, so why now? Why could no one get ahold of him? Were you going to get fired? We're you safe right now? Toji has been the sex symbol of the MMA world for years, he had too many fangirls to keep track of, surely they had it out for your head now. You groaned into the small space of the bathroom, flushing the toilet you stood up on shaky legs and walked back into your bedroom.

Toji's assistant must've heard your breathing because she called out to you again, "Are you okay? I heard the toilet flush. Fuck I'm going to kill him I swear I-" Your weak voice cut her off, "I gotta go." You said, not hearing her protests as you clicked the big red button on the screen, ending the call. Anger, confusion, and sadness along with all of these unanswered questions consumed your entire being as you opened up Toji's chat and spilled your guts out to him.

You screamed, your voice cracking as fat tears rolled down your face, curses coming out broken as you choked on your words; and to think you were actually starting to like him. Of course, he was like all the others. You threw your phone against the wall, a loud thumb resounding against the hard surface as you buried your head in your hands, sobbing into the silent room as you waited to hear the knock of Toji's assistant through the wall.

--

Toji doesn't think he's ever felt so frantic in his life, even amidst all the chaos that would come with showing his face in public, especially around what was going on right now, he forgot to throw on a face mask as he ran into the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the numbers to decline, hitting the bottom floor.

How was he going to fix this? Could he fix this? He swore he would never throw another punch again if he couldn't make this right, fuck being the world champion MMA fighter, that didn't mean anything if you weren't there by his side. He was thrown back to earlier that day when he had invited you over to his house for drinks, feeling dejected when you had to decline, saying you had a lot of work to do and errands to run- and so little time to do so. He couldn't help but think how things would've been if you had come over for drinks.

The two of you would've drank some expensive liquor he got from some rich old man at a company dinner, probably bickered; as the two of you did. He bet you would've been rolling around together in his sheets right now, continuing what had occurred earlier in the day. He ultimately would've missed the text he got from the strange number from being so absolved in you-- or maybe the two of you would've been cuddling by then, your naked chest pressed to his as some show played in the background of his too-large bedroom while he sipped on the expensive liquor and felt your heartbeat against his skin.

There was always the possibility he could've seen the message after the two of you were finished, and clicked on it anyways; at least then you wouldn't be thinking he betrayed your trust and had leaked the video himself, and you could've delt with it together.

He couldn't stop thinking about how uncharacteristically sad and weak you sounded. The anger still being evident in your voice, but the sorrow and betrayal were thick in your tone, you sounded utterly defeated. He had never heard you curse his name in the way you did through the phone. You really sounded like you meant it. By the time he came to, he was already halfway to your house, he had no idea how he had gotten so far and not realized. He could have been running people down in the street and passing through every red light and not have known.

He prayed he would make it to your house before anyone else did, after all, he knows all the shortcuts to your home, he had spent a lot of time there over the past months you two had been doing whatever it was you were doing. He swerved past cars, ignoring his blinker signal as he raced through gaps in the lines of the road between vehicles, not being conscious of his well-being as the only thought on his mind was to get to you.

He pulled into your housing complex, parked his very expensive car on the side of the road, and didn't even bother locking it as he made a b-line for your front door. You were still crumpled on your bed and crying when you heard the frantic knock on your door, signaling to you that Toji's assistant had arrived. You pulled yourself off of your now tear stained sheets and wiped your wet cheeks before you started making your way for the front door.

The pounding continued, making you scrunch your eyebrows together in annoyance. You know she had no idea how to know if you heard her, but you were feet away from the door, have some patience. With a sigh, you turned the handle to your door and swung it open, stepping to the side to let her in, when you froze. Standing in front of you was none other than Toji himself, he was panting like he had just finished running a marathon, his hair was damp, his shirt was wrinkled, and he looked more of a mess than you did.

For some reason, Toji was the last person you were expecting to see, hearing about his disappearance from everyone and all. You registered his presence too late as he forced himself through the doorway and into your home. "Toji-" You started, feeling the anger start to rise, and the tears start to form in your sockets. "Let me talk." He said, quietly, shutting the door behind him as he took slow and careful steps toward you as you backed away.

You felt like the prey, and he was a predator the way he was stalking your movements. "Ill scream right now." You said as serious as you've ever said anything, keeping your eyes on him, unwavering. "It wasn't me-" He tried to speak. "Get the fuck out of my house!" You yelled, not wanting to hear him out. He called out your name softly, followed by a please. "Toji, get the fuck out!!" You repeated, pointing your hand angrily to the door behind him. Your sudden movements broke his stalking spell as he took long strides quickly up to you. "Stop!" you yelled again, louder this time.

You turned away from him to excape to another room, but you were too late. He grabbed your arm with a force that scared you, keeping your body in place as he wrapped the arm around your body, placing his other hand firmly over your mouth as he pressed you back against his chest, keeping you in place there. You tried yelling against his palm, curling your arms up to dig your nails into his forearms as you wiggled against his iron grip.

He knew this was absolutely the wrong way to go about this, but he had never done anything like this before, his emotions were too overwhelming. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered, holding you against him, making sure his hand placement on your hip wasn't hurting you too bad as he brought you down on the floor to your knees, all the while his hand stayed over your mouth as tears flowed freely down your face, curing into his hand.

"It wasn't me, baby it wasn't me who posted that video." He said softly, keeping his hand over your mouth while he got his words out, making sure you were listening. "I would never do that to you." He continued, while you gripped his large forearm with a force he didn't even know was possible for you to exert, breathing heavily as your screams and attempts to excapre from his arms died down.

How were you supposed to believe him? A part of you really wanted to, Toji did not seem like the kind of man who would do this, so boldly if anything. Why would he post your sex tape on his main account unless he was batshit crazy? But you knew there were definitely secrets this man had under his belt, which made you skeptical as you tried to listen to his words, taking deep breaths in through your nose to get your emotions under control.

"My phone got hacked, that's the reason no one could reach me, the reason you couldn't reach me." he made a point to emphasize. "I clicked on some stupid fucking link because my ego felt bruised.." He paused, to which you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion at his explanation, but listened nonetheless. "And my phone shut down. I got a call from my manager cussing me out for posting that shit, but I explained everything to him." He said softly, keeping his iron grip on your body.

The tears still flowed over your cheeks, dampening his fingers as he spoke, "When I saw your messages I came over here as fast as I could, I'm sorry for not responding I-" He paused, swallowing a lump in his throat, "I couldn't let you think I would do this to you, I had to know you were okay." He said, feeling his face heat up at the words he was saying, the man had never been so vulnerable in his life.

He kept his hand around your mouth for a couple moments after, letting you absorb his words before his hand fell from your mouth, the arm around your body loosening in tandem. "Never grab me like that again." We're the first words that fell from your lips, making him wince at your harsh tone. "Where is your phone?" You asked next. "My house." He responded quickly, trying to gauge your reaction now that you had heard the truth.

You stood from his grasp, his body staying on the floor as he watched you get up and walk forward a couple steps, looking like you were wiping your eyes while you faced away from him before you turned around to look at him, and with a quivering lip you sighed, sliding your body down the wall adjacent from him, only a couple feet in front of him as you tipped your head back against the wall and let the hot tears roll down your flushed cheeks, "Fuck." Your voice came out cracked, "What am I going to do." You cried, covering your mouth as you kept your eyes shut, sobbing in front of him.

"The team is meeting at my house, we'll figure this out." He spoke, trying to reassure you, but his words only resulted in you snapping at him. "Easy for you to say! Everyone is in love with you! Do you have ANY idea how many people would kill to sleep with you?" You said, dropping your chin as you raised up from your spot on the floor, now standing in front of him.

He called your name, slowly standing from the floor as well as you continued yelling at him, "Those people are going to hunt me down for this Toji! Fuck! This is such a fucking mess, I should've never slept with you in the first place." Toji's breath caught in his throat as your words hit him harder than any punch he's ever received in the ring. You continued pacing in front of him, running your hands through your hair and cursing under your breath.

"You really mean that?" He said, making you stop your pacing. "You would really take all of that back?" He was trying and failing to keep the hurt out of his voice, but you were too overwhelmed to notice it anyway. "Well we wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't kissed me all those months ago would we?" You spat, looking him up and down. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes squinted at you, "This isn't my fault." He spoke, tilting his head at you.

"Who's fault is it then?" You challenged, walking up to him and placing your chest inches from his. "YOU hired me on the team, YOU kissed me first, YOU took the first video, YOU started this." You said, poking your nail into his chest with every point you made. "So were just going to skip over how YOU accepted this job, YOU kissed me back, YOU begged me to take the video, this is not my fault!" He yelled back, shaking his head at you.

"Well, It's sure as hell not mine!" You defended yourself, backing up from his body as you shook your head in disbelief. "I never fucking said it is!" He yelled your name, "This is not out fault!" He tried to keep his composure, but you were making it so fucking hard. "Then who's is it then, huh? Who's is it?" You challenged, tilting your head at him and squinting your eyes as you waited for a response that never came.

"That's what I thought If we just never fucking started this in the first place, we. wouldn't. be. here." You spat through your teeth, making the vein on his forehead pop out in annoyance as he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his feet. Maybe he was wrong about you, he really thought there might be something here but the way you were so willing to wish so easily that you never started this with him in the first place was making him rethink that. "Fuck!" You shoved his chest when he didn't answer, walking into your bedroom to excape this conversation, you felt like you were going to be sick again.

"Where are you going?" He yelled, walking after you as you made your way through the doorway into your personal space. "Anywhere if it means you're not there." You said back, biting your lip between your teeth as you tried to take deep breaths to calm your angry stomach. You weren't sure you were even mad at Toji for this, you just needed someone to blame. He was right after all, you took on this job, you chose to cross this line with him, you consented to everything, but the thought that you might even be a little responsible for this was driving you to deflect, deflect, deflect.

"That's it then? We're done talking?" He said, following closely behind you as you distanced yourself from him with the bet between you. "Toji I don't know what else you want me to say." You said, waving your arms out in front of you as you sighed, shaking your head at him. "Tell me you don't regret this." He said, the sadness returning to his voice. "Tell me you don't regret the last 12 fucking months we spent doing this just because of this." He said like the current situation was nothing.

You laughed incredulously, finding no humor in the situation, "This, could very well be the end of my career." You said, ignoring his first demand. "This might be nothing to some big hot shot celebrity like you, whos sitting on some fucking gold mine, but I'm a little different Toji, I'm not some famous celebrity who can just never work again after this and be fine." You said, your lip quivering as you spoke.

"That's not what I meant." He tried to interject, to no avail as you continued ranting. "Who is going to hire the slut who whored herself out for the number one MMA fighter in the world? No company wants that kind of baggage." You said, shaking your head. "Don't say that shit about yourself." He said, looking sternly into your eyes. "That's all they fucking see Toji, that's all everyone thinks I am." You said, huffing out a curt laugh once more.

"Who cares what a bunch of strangers think about you? They don't matter!" He tried to reason. "You don't fucking get it! You're not listening to me!" You responded, raising your voice. "No, You're not listening to me!" He yelled loudly, catching you off guard at the desperation in his voice. "It doesn't matter what they think because I know. I know what you are. Do you want me to spell it out for you? Huh?" He yelled, his voice cracking as your crying picked up again, hot tears running down your face.

"I love you, okay? I'm in love with you." He yelled, his chest heaving. "Do you see me talk to anyone the way I talk to you? I don't even fucking look at anyone besides you." He said, exasperated, watching the fat tears roll down your cheeks as you watched him with a slack jaw as he made his way to your side of the bed. "The first person I look at when I finish a match, it's always you. It will always be you." He said, grabbing your face in his hands as you stared up at him, silently sobbing, your hands coming to rest on the small of his wasit.

"So tell me you don't regret what we've built, tell me." He said, clenching his jaw under the weight of his teeth. Your red eyes gazed up at him, iris swirling with confusion, sadness, anger, reciprocation. You were thrown back to what started all this as you stood on your tippy toes and crashed your lips with his, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Toji inhaled sharply, wiping the hot tears from your cheeks before dropping his hands to your waist he pressed you against his body, moving your lips together needily. You whined shortly into his mouth, smoothing your hands over to the front of his chest as you started pulling up his shirt, trying to get him naked. Toji understood fully, pulling away from the kiss, he yanked his shirt off of his body in one swift movement and placed his large hands back onto your hips, connecting your lips again.

Toji walked the both of you back a couple feet, bumping the back of your shins against the bottom of the bed frame. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck and let him pick up your body, his hands coming to grip under your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his torso and climbed onto your bed, laying your back down on the sheets.

The two of you gasped and panted into the other's mouth through the messy kiss, quiet moans could be heard from the both of you when Toji started humping his hips shallowly into your clothed cunt, to which you wrapped your legs tighter around his large frame, encouraging the feeling. "I don't-" kiss "regret this-" you whispered against his lips, opening your eyes that locked onto his darker ones, blurry from the proximity. "Yeah?" He breathed into your cavern, one of his hands coming down to pull your legs off of his waist so he could pull your night shorts off.

"Yeah~" You wined, running your hands over his toned chest while he leaned back on his heels and pulled your shorts and panties down your body in one swift movement, exposing your already-soaked cunt to his eyes. Toji wrapped his arms around your thighs and pushed you higher up on the bed, making room for himself as he slotted himself between your legs, gripping around the fat of your thighs, he let you sling them over his shoulders as he pressed soft but needy kisses to the insides of your thighs.

"Toji~" You whimpered, keeping your swollen eyes on his as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He tightened his hold on your thighs, squeezing the fat in comfort, "It's just us baby, let me take care of you." his deep voice spoke softly. The rapidness in which you were experiencing all of your emotions at once was giving you whiplash, but Toji's comforting thumb rubbing your skin was helping you ground yourself.

You nodded, and with that, Toji vacuumed his lips to your clit and got to work. "Ffuuck~" You wined breathily, tipping your head back against your familiar sheets-- heavy eyes shutting in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, humming against it. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, soaking in each and every one of your reactions. He released your clit with a pop; sticking out his tongue he dragged it through your folds before bringing the wet appendage back up to your clit and drawing his name across it.

Toji started humping his hips into the mattress, not being able to handle your soft moans echoing into his ears and his alone. He felt like the two of you were the only people in the world, he hoped you were feeling the same. He knew he couldn't fix this situation with the snap of his fingers, and it was sure to come with some level of consequence for the both of you, but he didn't want you to think about any of that right now, he just wanted you to focus on his tongue, and the pleasure it was bringing you.

He wished he could make you feel like this all the time, you looked like you were experiencing complete bliss, the way your eyes were screwed shut and your head was thrashing, you looked like you were in another world mentally from his tongue. Toji felt extra sensitive at this moment; maybe a combination of the confession and your sweet moans, the way you were squeezing his head with your thighs, your taste, all of it was making him feel like a virgin.

The mattress was also working him over surprisingly well. The ache in his cock was so strong, so he appreciated any sort of relief, he just didn't expect humping the bed sheets like some pre-teen would feel so good-- once again he thinks he had you to thank for most of what he was feeling. He couldn't help but wonder if he could get off like this; losing himself in your cunt as his thoughts kept rolling, he rapidly flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud, keeping his eyes on your flushed face.

"Right there- Fuck- Toji-" You wined, thrashing your head back and forth against the mattress, you laced your hands with one of his on your thigh, the other threading itself through his hair, still damp from his shower, as you gripped onto the strands for support. He headed your words, rolling his warm tongue over your clit as he drew shapes and words onto the bud, loving the way your back arched and the muscles of your thighs tensed under his hands.

He groaned into your wetness when you started rolling your hips against his face, moaning 'mhm''s into your cunt at his approval. He knew you were getting close when you started holding your breath, your moans pausing for a period of time before a larger one echoed throughout the room, another telltale sign being the way your thighs started to shake. "B-baby I'm gonna cum- 'ur gonna make me cum-" You whimpered, squeezing his hand in yours as he rapidly brought you to your high.

The man between your legs pinched his eyebrows together while he watched you fall apart on his tongue. He Humped his hips against the bed he felt himself feel dizzy watching your eyes roll back in your head as you repeated his name like a mantra. He felt his own orgasm crash over him as well, right when you gripped your nails into his hair and started riding out your own.

He moaned loudly into your cunt, sending delicious vibrations through your pussy as he worked you through the shocks of your orgasm. Toji's eyes were rolling back in his head as he felt rope after rope be realized into his pants, firmly pressing his hips into the bed for as much relief as possible as he shook his head against your wetness, letting you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm out on his tongue. "Fuck-" You heaved, releasing your grip on his hair you pulled is back to push your own out of your face, blinking away the fuzziness your orgasm created in your eyes.

Toji left one more kiss against your oversensitive clit before pulling away and raising his body to sit back on his heels, your thighs now slung over his more muscular ones. Your half-lidded eyes dropped to his crotch, noticing the twitching from under his sweats as a dark grey spot had formed right where his cock was. "Toji, did you-" You started, raising your eyes back up to meet his and blushing at the sight.

Toji was breathing heavily, his jaw dropped in a small o as his eyes flicked between your own, and the mess he made between your thighs. That same mess was coating the entire bottom half of his face, some on his nose and upper cheeks from how sloppily he had been eating you out. "Didn't know you liked eating my pussy that much." You smiled at him, wrapping the naked bottom half of your body around his hips as he leaned into you, placing his strong forearms by the sides of your head.

He leaned down to the crook of your neck and started leaving slow, teasing kisses against the skin, making you gasp softly. "Has there ever been a time we fucked that I didn't eat you out first?" He asked, his hot breath tickling your neck as he used his hand to tip your chin toward the ceiling to give himself more room. "Even when we have five minutes to get our shit done," kiss "I still eat your cunt out first don't I?" His deep voice vibrates into your skin, making you moan at his words.

"Yes, you- you do-" You respond, letting him spoil you with his heavy neck kisses. "I love makin' you feel good. Makes me so fuckin' hard to see you squirmin' like that cos of me." He continues, shallowly humping his semi-hard on against your naked cunt as he speaks. "Every time I feel you cum on my fingers before I fuck you." A bite could be felt on your neck, pulling the skin towards him before he let it drop back into place, "Makes me feel like I'm goin' fuckin' crazy." You whimper, grinding your hips into his as you meet his slow thrusts.

"Love hearin' you too," You giggle when he kisses a ticklish spot. "Okay I get it, you're in love with me~" You tease, running your hands through his air as he sucks purple bruises into your neck. "It's just that though." He says, pulling his head away to look at you directly. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

You've never seen the expression that was currently lying across Toji Fushiguro's features right now, it didn't look wrong; just unusual, and you think you could get used to it. He looked so bashful, almost pouting as he blushed down at you; he looked so soft. He leaned down for a kiss slowly, the two of you looking between your lips and eyes before-

*ring ring ring* ..... *ring ring ring .....

Toji dropped his head back into your neck defeatedly with a sigh, he almost forgot what was happening right now, you had that effect on him. You laughed at his reaction, feeling him leave weak kisses against your shoulder as you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your phone, sliding the green button across the screen as you held it up to your ear.

"Hello?" You spoke into the receiver, wincing when the grating voice of Toji's assistant screamed through the phone. "I'm here, tell me why Toji's car is outside your house right now?! Are you with him?! Why did you not tell anyone!!" She yelled, Even from Toji's place on the opposite side of your neck, he could still hear her words loud and clear. "He got here not too long ago, and wanted to explain everything to me." You answered, running your hands through his hair absentmindedly as you spoke.

"Explain?! Explain what?? Why he leaked a fucking sex tape on a major social media sight, ON HIS PUBLIC ACCOUNT??" She yelled. You had to admit, her rage on your behalf felt nice, you always did like her, but you couldn't help but giggle at her words. After a brief back-and-forth explaining the situation to her, she sighed, and you heard her car start up again in the background. "Next time Toji goes MIA and the entire team is going batshit trying to find him, please at least let someone know." She sighed, feeling a headache come on.

Toji snatched the phone from your hand and pressed it against his ear. "We were a little busy." He said, rendering her completely speechless for a couple beats. You made sure to smack him upside the head, wrangling the phone back from him you muttered out a quick 'sorry' before letting her process Toji's words some more. "I don't want to know what that means and don't tell me. I don't wanna be liable for any of this shit, I don't know anything." She deadpanned, making you laugh into the receiver.

"Oh, so this is funny to y-" Another loud sigh could be heard from miles away from the intensity of it leaving her lips, "The two of you meet the team at Toji's in ten, hanging up now." She said before the dial tone blared through your phone. You turned your phone off, your body going limp against the sheets as you were brutally forced back into reality. If you had it your way you would stay in this bed forever, embraced in Toji's arms as the two of you lived your whole life out in this one room.

With a groan, he begrudgingly rolled himself off of you, walking over to your desk he grabbed your purse and turned back around to watch you sling your legs off the side of the bed and start sliding on your pants; the expression on your face was distant. Toji placed your bag on the mattress before he slotted himself between your legs and held your hands in his face, making you look at him. "It's going to be okay." He said, nodding his head. You shut your eyes, feeling the nausea start to creep back over you, Toji's words aided in keeping most of it down.

"Fuck, I don't wanna go" You said, leaning your heavy head into the side of his palm. He wasn't used to seeing you so soft, but it pulled all the right strings in his heart. He knew this was an absolutely horrid situation, but he couldn't help but want to engrain this exact moment into his brain forever. "It'll be alright, well get through this together." He reassured. You cracked your eyes open and stared at him blankly, pouting your lip at him.

"I meant I didn't wanna be seen with you and that very obvious cum stain on your pants, but that part too--sure, we'll figure this out." You said, forcing back a smile. Toji licked his teeth before the warmth of his hands were gone, and he walked over to where you kept your pants in your closet, you laughed as his figure disapeared into the open walk in closet, his wet pants and boxers being comedically thrown out of the room as he found something suitable to put on instead.

He walked out in a pair of your plaid pajama pants, that were about a foot and a half too short on him. "You know what, I'm glad your sex tape got leaked." He said, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at you all too seriously for the silly outfit he was adorned in. You covered your mouth as you burst into a fit of laughter, the scene made Toji internally sigh in relief, he knew you were trying to play tough to protect yourself from all those scary emotions, so he was glad to see you genuinely smile tonight.

"Let's go big boy." You said, throwing your bad over your shoulder and swiping your phone from the desk as you headed for the entrance of your bedroom. Toji followed hot on your heels, bumping into you when you stopped in your tracks and turned your head over your shoulder. "I think I'm falling in love with you too." You spoke into the quiet air, welcoming the feeling of Toji's warm hand rubbing on your arm before you trekked forward and made your way out the door to Toji's penthouse to meet the team.

Bonus scene:

You and Toji walk into his main room, every member of Toji's team sitting in his living room already as the chatter bustles loudly, computer keyboard clicking resonating through the room, men yelling at poor representatives on phones mixing with the conversation.

The room goes completely silent as soon as one of them looks your way, the rest of their eyes following; you swear a pin dropping could be heard.

They took in your states, Toji, his hair slightly wavy, slightly straight, sticking in every direction. The pants he wore bursting at the seams of the thighs as the ankle of the pant rested bellow his knee. You, adorned in black leggings and some band T-shirt, two different colored and different length socks hugged your ankles, your entire body wrapped in a snug looking grey robe- and of course, the dark purple hickeys that scattered across the expanse of your neck.

Toji raised an eyebrow, his lip curling upwards as his deep voice spoke. "Somethin' on my face?"

[luvyeni]

p. bf!bang chan x fem!reader | warnings: established relationship, unprotected sex, riding | words: 0.5k ~ (546) 🐺ㆍ₊⊹

request: no request, someone said this is the view from when you're riding him and my brain went haywire 😵‍💫

authors note. i love him y'all don't understand

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There wasn’t many day where chan could do this; the busy idol life had him constantly on his feet, never giving him a chance to just lay back and close his eyes— that’s why he enjoyed his days off.

Especially when you walk into your shared room, straddling in his waist, lifting his tank top up, kissing his toned stomach. his eyes opened, meeting yours— his smile making your heart fluttering. “hi baby.” his voice deep from sleep. “hi channie.”

You moved to his neck, kissing right behind his ear. “mmmh baby girl what are you doing right now?” he sighed. “i missed you channie.” you pouted. “im here baby.” his hands rest on his head. “but you still need to ask for what you want.” he kissed your cheek, you whimpered. “wanna ride you.”

“yeah?” he groaned, feeling your hips moving against his clothed cock. “that seems like a demand baby.” he teased, giggling when you whined in his ear. “so cute baby, but you still need to ask.” you pouted. “please.” you desperately pleaded. “please can i ride you?” you took your shirt off, your nipple pebbling at the air.

he cursed, his hand coming up to your boobs. “good girl, take out my cock.” he released your boob, letting you move down, lifting his hips; allowing you to pull his pants down, his cock slapping against his stomach. “you’re so hard.” he moaned when your hands wrapped around his length, stroking him. “fu-fuck baby, it's because of you.”

You pulled your shorts and panties to the side, moving up; hovering over his cock. “go a head sit down on it baby.” biting his pillowy lips as your cunt swallowed him. “oh fuck, sit on it all the way.” you moaned out, his cock filling you up. “fuuuuck , there you go baby, now ride it baby.”

You slowly rocked your hips back and forth, moaning out his name. “fu-fuck so big.” His hips involuntarily bucked up into you, his eyes shut tightly as you took over, your hands on his chest. “sh-shit baby girl, faster.” he moaned as you sped up your pace, your tight hole squeezing him. he forced his eyes open to look at you, wishing he didn’t because it only pushed his orgasm further, your titties bouncing back and forth; head thrown back as you began to bounce on me. “oh fuck -fuck- baby im about to cum.”

You kept moving, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, both of you gasping out as you both teetered on the edge. “please cum inside me -fuck- i want it, i want it so bad.” Your voice desperate. “of fuck, fuck im cumming!” he cursed, his orgasm triggering yours. “fuck!” you toppled over as your orgasm hitting you hard, his arms coming from behind his head, holding you steady as you came down from your high.

“fuck baby.” he chuckled tiredly, his chest rising. “i don’t think you’ve ever ridden me like that before.” Your head resting on his chest. “i told you i missed you, you’ve been so busy baby.” he rubbed your lower back. “i know baby, i know im sorry.” he kissed your forehead. “i’ll trying and get time off more often.” you smiled, placing kisses on his pecks. “thank you baby.”

“now come on baby, let’s get all cleaned up so we can cuddle.”

©️LUVYENI

[lanadelnegan]

Ghost - Part 3

Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader

Part 2 here // Part 4 here

Warnings: 18+, negan masturbating, negan being all sweet and protective

A/n: I thought this would be the last part, but it was so long I had to break it up. Part 4 will be posted soon!

Negan’s POV: 

I waited all night for her but she never came. Hopping back on my bike, I drove back to the sanctuary the next morning. I spent the next few days drinking in my room and missing her. Trying to give her space was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. 

Two of my wives came to check on me, and I rudely dismissed them. And told them to kick rocks, for good. I wouldn’t even be able to get my dick up with anyone else but her. This girl has me wrapped around her goddamn finger and I don’t even know her name. 

I sat on the couch, closed my eyes and imagined her face. Our night together. How I fucked her through her little shorts. I imagined her lips between mine and the little sounds she made as she scratched my back. Fuck. 

I rubbed myself through my pants, imagining myself between her legs before I got impatient and pulled my cock out. I spit in my hand and began stroking it, focusing extra on the tip. My head pressed against the couch and I groaned, jerking my dick faster. Fuck, fuck fuuuuck. 

"Boss, we've got a problem." Fucking Simon. 

Tucking myself back in my pants, I walked over and flung the door open, clearly annoyed with an extreme case of blue balls. We walked towards the back exit quickly while Simon filled me in on the situation. 

“Rick and the rest of them are outside." Simon explained. "He said he only wants you.” 

“Of course he does.” I chuckled before walking out onto the balcony. “Well, what a nice surprise. This better be good Rick. I was right in the middle of something.”  

Her silky black hair caught my attention almost instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She stood beside Rick and my heart sank for two reasons. I couldn't let her get hurt in the middle of all this. And what the hell was she doing? She couldn't seriously want this.

I leaned next to Simon's ear and whispered. “Make sure everyone knows that one is off limits." I nodded towards my girl. "If anyone harms a hair on her pretty head, it'll be the last thing they ever do."

Your POV, earlier that day: 

“We go in quick, and we don’t leave until Negan is dead. Understood?” Rick’s voice sounded far away and I realized my mind had been wandering the entire time, not able to concentrate.. Or accept Rick’s plan for Alexandria to go after the Saviors. I couldn't lose someone I...

Care about… again. 

“Y/n?” Rick asked, tilting his head at me. 

“Yes, understood.” 

The ride over took ages it seemed like. My head rested against the window of the truck while I watched the sun slowly start to disappear. I should be thrilled. This is what I’ve wanted for so long - to get revenge. 

So why did I want to save him?

“I dunno if I can do this.” Daryl’s focus remained on the road as I spoke. “I know you don’t understand it, but there’s good in him. I’ve seen it.”

Daryl scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“I just don’t wanna see anyone else die, Daryl.” I wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Some people deserve it.”

“And we don’t? Think about all the ones we’ve killed.”

“Not the same.” Daryl mumbled. 

“But it is. That’s the world we live in now. We do what we have to to survive. We’re all… psycho murderers, really.”  

“Listen to yourself. What do you think Glenn would think about you defending the man who killed him?” 

I sat quietly for a few moments, focusing my attention back on the clouds. “I think he’d be proud of me.” The gravel suddenly rumbling beneath the truck let us know we were getting close to the sanctuary and Daryl pulled over, parking near the others. 

“You’re either with us, or ya aint. But you need to hurry and decide.” Daryl warned before he quietly exited the truck and met up with the others ahead. 

I owe them for everything they’ve done for me. Everything they did for Glenn. I closed my eyes before hopping out of the car and quickly caught up with the rest of the group. Daryl gave me a nod and the rest of the tread was quiet. I tried focusing my mind on anything but Negan, disassociating to the best of my ability - a skill I’ve perfected over the past few months. 

“Negan needs to surrender. This has to happen now. This is the only way.” Rick’s voice rang through my ears as I stood near him, shielding myself with the metal that stood between us and the Saviors. Peeking out, I watched Negan appear behind the railing, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips.

“You’re gonna make me count?!" Rick shouted. "Okay, okay. I’m counting. 10….”

Negan eyes traveled to mine and his gaze softened. I stared at him, silently begging him to surrender while Rick counted. He studied me as if he wondered if I wanted this. 

Of course not. Surrender, goddammit. 

I watched him lean over and whisper something to Simon while his eyes were still on me. Simon nodded and took out his radio, signaling something to the others that I couldn't hear. 

The sound of Rick's gun cocking distracted me, and without thinking, I jumped in front of him, pulling the gun with with me. A bullet went straight through my foot, but I barely felt it.

I heard Negan cursing in the background amongst all the other chaos transpiring. Walkers were filing in now and everyone eventually scattered. I limped as quickly as I could, trying to escape before my feet lifted off the ground. I quickly realized it was Negan and he rushed us to an empty trailer nearby, shutting the door behind him when we made it inside.

“Oww.” I groaned, limping over to the wall and sliding down it. I pulled off my bloody sock and shoe and cringed at the bullet hole in my foot. The pain was starting to set in now.

“Shit.” Negan grabbed a first aid kit from a cabinet above and kneeled down, wrapping my foot. “The hell were you thinkin' darlin'?.”

He looked up at me, slightly grinning and I rolled my eyes. He finished wrapping it up, kissed my forehead, and sat next to me on the floor, leaning his back against the wall. His hand rested on my thigh protectively and I wanted to reach for it and hold his hand but I couldn’t. We both sat in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke.  

“You never came. I waited on you all night.” 

My heart ached at the thought of him there alone. “I told you, Negan. I don’t want to see you anymore.” 

“Yet.. you just took a bullet for me.” I could hear the cocky smile through his voice. 

“Why did you want to meet?” I asked.

“I guess I thought maybe if we went back to our place, you’d see me differently. The way you did that night, and I’d actually have a chance to win you over.”

When I looked over at him, I saw the man he was that night. Before I knew his name and all the horrible things he had done. I replayed everything in my head - the steam from his shower, our deep talks about our old high school days, his wife Lucille and how her death broke his heart, and how he read to me. And then I remembered him in between my legs, but stopping before it got too far because we were both tipsy.

How could the same man who bashed someone's skull in be the same one the had enough decency not to take advantage of a woman? I wanted so desperately to believe in the man he was that night - for that to be the only version of him. 

“Listen baby, I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have." His voice was lower than usual when he spoke. "I get that you don’t wanna see me anymore and I’ve gotta learn to be okay with that. I don’t want to be a constant reminder of your brother’s death.” He leaned his head against the wall. “Fuckin' stupid of me to think this could ever work, huh?” 

With every word he spoke, my heart broke into smaller pieces. If Negan would have died today, I’d hate myself for the rest of my life for not going back to the cabin and meeting him that night. As difficult as our life would be together - for so many reasons, I can’t live without him. 

“Negan..” 

“Yeah?” His hazel eyes met mine and he looked like a sad puppy that I desperately wanted to comfort.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

He nodded, clearly hurt and I watched his eyes fill with tears before he looked down. 

I sighed, hoping I wouldn’t regret what I was about to say. “But I love you. And I want to find a way to make this work.”

His eyes darted back and forth between mine before his hand cupped my face and he kissed me all in one motion. I've missed his lips so much. His mouth was gentle, like he was scared to break me, but I wanted him to, so I pulled him closer and opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped in and collided with mine, making me see stars. After a few moments, he pulled away, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against mine. 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart. I’ll never disappoint you again.”

“I know.” And I did. I believed him. Gunfire in the distance quickly snapped us back to reality but we held each other, neither of us willing to let go first.

"Negan, I've gotta go back with them."

"No. Stay with me at the sanctuary until we figure out a plan? I'll take care of you and-"

"We can't. You can't stay here, Negan. It's not safe, they'll come back for you. Rick won't stop until you're dead."

"Then I'll kill him first, doll. Simple."

"No. You're not killing anyone else - none of my people. I can't lose anyone else. The only way everyone survives this is if you surrender."

Negan scoffed. "And then what? Be a goddamn prisoner and Rick's little bitch for the rest of my life? Not gonna happen, darlin'."

I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

"Hey, you're not giving up on me already are you?" Negan's hand rested again my cheek as he urged me to look at him.

"No.. no, I just, I dunno what to do."

"We've got all night to figure it out, doll. We don't have many options. There's no way you're going back to Alexandria on that foot. Come on." Negan stood, holding his hand out to me and I took it. "Stay close behind me, baby."

I nodded, gripping the back of Negan's shirt as he kicked the door open, flinging a few walkers in the process. I helped as much as I could, stabbing a few with my knife as Negan worked our way through the crowd.

Luckily the sanctuary itself seemed untouched. The walkers were only outside in the yard while a couple of guards secured the entry to the sanctuary doors. They opened them quickly as Negan and I tumbled in. His hand wrapped around my waist, helping me walk with my hurt foot.

We could hear Simon and the others around the corner. Turning the corner, Negan whistled his favorite tune and I watched in awe as the rest of the saviors bowed before us.

"I bet you all thought I was dead, huh?" Negan chuckled. "Here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have -“ He paused, leaning into you. "Hell’s your name darlin’? You never told me.” You whispered your name in his ear and giggled. He turned back to the saviors, finishing his speech. "I have y/n, and my nut sack? Is made of steel. I am not dyin' until I am damn good and ready."

What a dork. My dork. I thought, looking up at him as he spoke.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a honeymoon to get to. No one knocks on my door. Simon, you're in charge. Don't make me regret it."

Simon nodded and Negan lead us down the hall to a large door at the end. He held the door open for me as I walked through. A bachelor pad of the apocalypse. Exactly what I imagined. I smiled at him and he returned the gesture, flashing his white smile before he walked towards me and immediately wrapped me in his arms. My head rested against his chest and I felt his heart beat. For once, I felt safe.

Part 4 here. If you’ve read this far, thank you. 🥹💗

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[bloodibambiidoll]

“Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.” w Eddie 🫡

18+MNDI!!

Eddie is sitting up against your headboard, propped up against your excessive amount of soft pillows while you straddle him. You’re riding him fast and hard, your hips are coming almost all the way up to the point that his cock almost leaves you before you’re slamming back down on him again and again. You’ve been fucking him like this for so long now he’s lost track of time. You ride him like your life depends on it, and when he’s just about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you, you stop your movements and simply cock warm him until his oncoming orgasm passes.

“Eddie, baby, kiss me.” Your voice comes out whiny and your breathing is erratic from the way you’re fucking yourself on his cock. You have your hands on his shoulders for leverage and your nails are digging into his skin, leaving little crescent moon shapes.

“Fucking shit, of course, sweet thing. Anything for you, especially when you’re fucking me like this.” Eddie takes your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours in a desperate needy kiss. You slow your thrusts, letting your weight rest on him while you grind against him. He’s so deep inside you and the tip of his cock is rubbing against your g-stop just right. Every time you roll your hips forward your clit rubs against the corse hair at the base of his cock and it’s all just so good.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately intertwine it with yours. The kiss is filthy, a mixture of both of your spit dripping down your chins. All tongues and teeth and bumping nose’s. You feel yourself getting close again, but you need more. So you start to pick up the pace again. Your start to slam down onto his cock with fever again, the sounds of your wet pussy and your hips slapping against his fill the room.

Eddie still has your face in his hands, and he’s trying his hardest to keep making out with you, he knows how much you love the feeling of his lips on yours when you tip over the edge. But you’re fucking him at such a brutal pace that his lips keep slipping against yours and your teeth keep clacking together. He pulls away from your lips, kissing the side of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.

“Eddie, keep kissing me, please, I wanna kiss you.” You sound so desperate, and your thrusts are starting to become more sloppy, your pussy clenches around him and he can tell you’re close.

“Alright baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He smirks at you before he’s grabbing your thighs and flipping you over. His cock slips out momentarily but he wastes no time slamming back into you and fucking you just as hard as you were fucking him, if not harder.

He uses one hand to grab your thigh, hooking it around his hip. He brings his other hand up to your face, cupping your jaw and connecting his lips with yours. He kisses you as roughly as he’s fucking you, his tongue invading your mouth while he continues to rail into you with his cock.

The hand holding your thigh snakes between your bodies to find your clit, he runs circles on it with his thumb and it all just feels so perfect. He hits that perfect spot inside of you while his tongue dances with yours, and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure to your sensitive needy clit. You feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, and Eddie feels it too. The way you’re moans turn extra needy against his mouth, the way your pussy clenches around him, how hard you start to pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, are all telltale signs that you’re about to cum.

It only takes a few more thrusts and you’re tipping over the edge, the feeling sending him tumbling right after you. Eddie keeps kissing you while he fucks you both through your highs, his cum filling you in ropes.

“Fuuuuck baby, I love you.” He pulls his lips away from yours so he can look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his soft stubble covered cheeks.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “My beautiful girl.” Kiss.

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 III

What would it be like to sext/send nudes to the Ghouls and Papa Copia? 

Prompt by the magnanimous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Count on this man to ruin the mood, not by his own accord (although he does get flustered)

It’s because of him misspelling things/not knowing how to work a phone

It barely matters though when you’ve got him hot and bothered and you know he’ll be thinking of you all day

You sent him a photo of your juicy thighs, pressed together from your seated position. Your garter belt just barely peeking out from underneath your short skirt. 

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶

Ducking, my heart?

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

I’m fucking crying 😂

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

(You can practically hear him cursing in Italian, getting mad at the stupid phone.)

I’ll come by later to teach you how to fix autocorrect

𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

-

Swiss:

If you send Swiss a nude just know he’s smiling devilishly

Tries to lick his phone/bite his phone

Just feral things

Wishes he could climb inside his phone and kiss the pixels of your body

He immediately goes wherever he can and strips down to send you an equally racy reply 

You almost drop your phone at his response. There’s Swiss in all his naked glory, standing proudly in a mirror. Fuuuuck.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

You didn’t give me any warning! Someone could have been looking over my shoulder!

If they were I’m sure they would also like what they saw

You’re incorrigible

Idk what that means  But I’ll take it as a compliment 😏

🙄 ... What are you doing right now? I need to see you

I’m getting ready for a ritual now but if we make it fast…

Say less 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️

-

Phantom:

His reaction to receiving a nude from you is best described in two words: 

Cartoon character

His eyes are bugging out and his heart is beating out of his chest

He practically drops his phone upon seeing the explicit photo you sent

I think I'm having a heart attack

Surprise 😽 did you like it?

When he doesn't reply, you actually get a little anxious (like, did he actually die?), but then it sounds like someone slams into your door and you about jump out of your skin.

You wrap your silk robe around yourself, barely getting it tied to answer the rabid banging at the door.

“Phantom! You’re all sweaty! Wait, did you run here?”

“Couldn’t. Stop.” He wheezes, “Had. To. See. You.” He collapses in a heap on the floor.

“Well you didn’t have to sprint here!”

He is still panting minutes later before he composes himself and grins up at you wickedly, “And you, vixen, didn’t have to send me photos of you naked, but here we are.” 

You've got a long night ahead of you.

-

Sodo/Dewdrop:

You didn’t think much of the picture you took

It was provocative, sure, but not explicit

Dewdrop thinks differently though

He’s a sucker for a tease

Boy is off his leash going feral 

Got any more? 🔥

You want more?

Fuck, yes

You send him another picture, this one showing more of your soft skin than the last.

Fuck me

When and where?

All day and I don't care

Bet

He pings your location, he’s on his way.

-

Rain:

You send him a text and a photo of yourself to accompany it

Rain’s phone is a lil slow though, so he only sees your text first

It’s not his fault

But it is his fault that he refuses to upgrade his phone...

I need your help, I fell out of my clothes 😏

Your phone screen lights up. Rain is calling.

You answer in a sensual voice, “Rain? Like what you s-?”

He interrupts you immediately, “You fell?!? Are you okay?!”

“Wait, what?”

He yells again, “Your text!!”

“Oh,” You pause, looking down at your message, “The photo I sent, did you get that?”

“Why would you send me a photo if you fell?”

An exasperated sigh escapes you, “Just wait.”

His phone pings, the picture message coming through finally. He sees a sultry photo of you, bare, in front of the mirror in your bedroom.

“Rain? Are you there?”

He spoke again after a moment, his voice about an octave lower, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

-

Mountain:

He does not text

Like, barely at all if he can help it

If you want to discover his weakness though, just send him a suggestive photo

This ghoul will wax poetic about your body all night long

Unless he's tired of course

Hi you

Hi I’m so sleepy

I’ve got something that will keep you awake if you want

Oh?

You send him a suggestive photo of you in bed, the sheet pulled up just barely covering your body and showing plenty of skin.

Fucking hell

Yeah? What would you want to do if you were here?

…

The chat bubbles sit there for about ten minutes before you get antsy.

Mountain?

You send him a meme from SpongeBob: “One Eternity Later”. Still no reply.

I stg if you fell asleep…

The next morning you wake up to a text from him apologizing for falling asleep. A second message says that he isn’t going to tell you what he would do to you, that he’d rather show you instead.

-

Cirrus:

You didn’t give her any warning, you were just feeling yourself so you sent a little slightly nude photo

Cirrus doesn’t have her phone on her though, it’s in her bag

The kicker? She and Cumulus have the same phone, down to identical phone cases which were gifts from Aurora 

Better not open your phone in public while waiting for her to reply

She will always have to one-up you

Cirrus’ phone buzzes, but she ignores it.

Cumulus holds it up because she thinks it's hers and reads the lock screen, “Cir - your ‘Midnight Snack’ sent you a photo message.”

“Could you open it and see what’s up?”

“Sure.” Cumulus pauses, clearing her throat, “Get over here, you’ll want to see this.”

“What could it possibly be -” Her eyes widened into saucers. "That little -"

"Are you going to reply?"

"Yes," Cirrus says confidently, "and you're going to take a photo of me to send back."

There is one thing for certain: her "Midnight Snack" is getting a treat tonight.

-

Cumulus:

She carries her phone around of photo opportunities and to spam the group chat with memes only

You can send her a naughty pic if you want

But it’ll take hours for her reply

She will make the wait well worth your while

You send Cumulus about 20 or so texts before she finally replies to you.

She doesn't read anything, just sees the picture.

Look at you

It's about time!

You look good enough to eat

The moment is over, been over for hours Unless...

You're in luck, little temptress, because we're in different time zones So the moment is just starting for me

You play along, especially when she sends you a photo to up the stakes that has you falling to your knees.

-

Aurora/Sunshine:

Solely communicates via Snapchat, so it’s easy to get a little spicy

She doesn’t get what you’re trying to do though, at first

Once she catches on, all bets are off

What are you doing right now? 

The photo you send is slightly on the sultry side, your hair looking mussed, and your top undone a few buttons.

She sent you a picture back of her wide grin with the line: 

Just shopping! I wanted to get some ribbons for my mic stand 😁

Well what are you wearing?

Her next picture is from someone else’s POV of her body, she’s standing in a cutesy way in corduroy overalls with her arms crossed. 

Idk what this human outfit is called It combines pants and a top and I love it!

You smile at your phone, she’s so fucking adorable. You reply with a chat:

It’s called a jumpsuit, my sweet ❤️

Yes, that’s it! Cumulus says your first message was “sexting”?? 

Your face turns red and she sends another chat message in rapid succession.

I’ll be there after I check out! Don’t unbutton any more of that top! 🍽️

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They're all truly living rent free in my brain rn

[zoro-chwaan]

I’d like to say, this is my first time writing something like this. So if you don’t like it, then go ahead and skip! Also, this is a trans!m reader, so if you’re a ‘she/her’ or a fem! Identifying person. Please leave, this isn’t for you!

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Not-so sweet thinking…

Whenever you would test your scores aren’t that bad, they’re not beyond shocking ‘A’s’, but they’re decent. You would tend to get B’s or B+ on your test. Sure, there are times when you would get a few A’s. And other times when you would get a C or two, but that’s normally when you aren’t paying attention to the test and allow your mind to wonder.

Your professor would praise you for keeping and semi steady good score and he sometimes question how you do it. You would tell him that you study when that isn’t even the case. It’s been years since you last used notes to study for any test, you found it a waste of time so you stopped.

Now there’s another student in your class who keeps up the perfect straight A’s scores in every test in that class, but unlike you, he would rarely get any praises from the professor. He didn’t mind it at first since it’s doesn’t really bother him. What does bother him is when he found out that you not once have ever studied for any tests in that class. I mean, sure, you take notes in the class; you just don’t use it. It irritates him, so much that he hates the idea of you catching up to him.

No!! He’s worked too hard to be top of his classes, he isn’t going to let someone like you ruin that for him! He hates it! He hates you!! You, on the other hand, don’t pay attention to any of the other students in your class. Why would you? It’s not like you care for them, just the class. So of course you would be unaware of the unseen rivalry between you and the ‘Straight A’ student.

One day in one of his other classes, he had a project that he had to work with one other student. That student just so happens to be your dorm mate. Your dorm mate told him that they had something that they needed to do and gave him the keys to your dorm and told him that he’ll be there in a few hours or less. Of course he doesn’t know that you two are roommates! He sighed and walked up to the dorm and opened it. Once he was in he heard water falling, he thinks that his partner’s dorm mate is probably taking a shower.

He sat down on the couch and waited. While waiting he decided to get on his phone. The shower in the bathroom was turned off. You stepped out of the bathroom and went to your room to go change. Once you were done, you went to the kitchen to make yourself an instant ramen since you were tired and lazy to cook some food. When the ‘Straight A’ student heard the microwave go off he decided to look up to see who the dorm mate was.

To his surprise it was you!! The guy he hates the most!! His blood boiled in anger!! When you turned your head, you saw him and waved at him. He just continues to look at you with a cold stare. You tilt your head a bit and question if he was the project partner of your dorm mate. He doesn’t respond. Like how dare you try to question him! You decided to ask him what is name was.

.

.

.

“HUH?!” He stood up now fully enraged. This startled you a bit and asked him what’s wrong. “What’s wrong?? You mean to tell me you don’t remember who I am?!” He yelled out. You apologized and looked at him for a bit.. ahh no wonder he looked familiar. He’s that one guy that would give you snarky looks or remarks whenever you got a question wrong or whenever he got one right.

“Now you remember? Seriously! What’s with you?? First you don’t study and yet somehow you get decent grades, now you’re trying to act like you don’t even know who I am??” He sighs at your idiocy. That’s when an idea popped up in his head. “Well if you want to forget, all you could’ve done was asked..” He said as he made his way towards you. You questioned him was he was doing, but he doesn’t respond.

✧

“Fuuuuck- you’re so tight. You know that, right? Of course you do, fucking slut..” He says as he pounds into you boycunt roughly yet slowly. You moaned into your pillow as you tighten around him. Right now, he has you face down-ass up. Oh how cute you look under him ♡.

He grunts as he hears you pleading. “Awe.. does the little dumb boy want something? You’re gonna have to speak up, baby.” He smiles sadistically, when you didn’t speak up he stopped. “I can’t hear you, slut.” You babble incoherent words. You were trying to ask him to fuck you faster, but your brain turned into mush from the overstimulation of coming three times and him not even once!! How??

He grabs your chin and pulls you up, your back hitting his chest. “What do you want?” He asks as his hand slides down to your clit and starts rubbing it slowly. You whine and try to buckle your hip. Again, you ‘try to’. When he sees you do this, he tsk and slaps you boycunt, how mean :(! You moaned and squirt a bit at the action.

His eyes widen slightly as he laughs at the display. “Wow, I knew you were a slut, but squirting when I slapped your boycunt? That’s too cute!” He starts moving his hip once again as his hand moved from your chin to your neck. He angles himself to the point where his tip is kissing your cervix beautifully ♡. His lips end up on your neck, giving it kisses and marks that would last for a few days.

He pounds into you faster and harder as he lays your head down and grabs onto your hips. “Haah.. in or out?” He asks. It took you a minute for it to be processed fully. You managed to moan out ‘in’. He nods and after a few more rough thrust he cums in you, you cum along with him. After a few minutes, he pulls out and climbs off the bed.

You on the other hand lay flatly on your bed. A couple minutes passed and he came back with a wet rag and a glass of water. He starts cleaning you up and gives you the glass of water. You thank him and drank it all in one go. When you set the glass cup on top of your nightstand you look at him. Oh how sweetly he’s treating you after making you forget who you were ♡. Which reminded you.. wasn’t he supposed to work on a project with your roommate?

When he was done, you asked him. His face turned slightly red. He was about to speak up, when he heard a buzz. He went to check, and lo and behold. It was your roommate, telling him to just go to his dorm for today since they’re dealing with something. He sighs and looks at you. “Looks like I was embarrassed for nothing.” He turns his phone towards you.

You laughed and laid back down. Maybe getting on the bad side of the ‘Straight A’ student isn’t so bad after all. You get a good dick down, and a sweet aftercare ♡.

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Also if you a request, feel free to put something in <333

[forsakenwitchery]

It's been a long time since I've really ranted about something on here but like.

HOTD is just… On another level of bad? At some point this season, I got so tired of getting angry with the writing I just straight up started laughing at almost every single scene. I managed to find a sliver of enjoyment in the shitshow what S2 turned out to be. Not anymore.

Small costest backstage at the end because I felt like looking at myself smiling after writing all this down lol

Having seen some and read about some E8 leaks I'm just… I guess I'm checking out. What they've done to the Greens and specifically Aemond this season is Merlin's 'Morgana suddenly full evil' level of shit writing. And I can't handle yet another favorite nuanced character of mine being stripped of any nuance by the shit writers. But at least with Morgana there was a lot of her, and with Aemond it's 2 minutes of peak character assassination per episode and it isn't cutting it.

I feel so bad for Ewan and the rest of the Green actors who gave it their all - and in some scenes you can clearly see Ewan giving his all trying to fight the shitty writing, but there's only so much an actor can do with a script so bad.

Like when in ep. 5 everyone kept referring to Aemond as if he's suddenly Satan incarnate (Alicent, Daemon ahhh pretty sure there was someone else this episode ‘cause I remember three characters) I knew they decided to flip the switch with Aemond suddenly going full caricature villain (and yeah he was no saint BUT LIKE BBQ-ING HIS BRO?) with no proper buildup for it but HOLY SHIT I didn’t think it would be ‘blink and he’s full on sociopathic villain’. And the way they really did try and hammer that point home with him yanking Helaena now is just… Fucking wild. But like, he wasn’t wrong with dismissing Alicent who turned out to be the biggest traitor on TG this season (RIP S1 Alicent). He’s not wrong in saying they need Dreamfyre. But the show sure did go about him technically not being wrong yet showing it in the worst way possible very... head-on and with lacking any nuance. It truly feels like Condal & Co just couldn’t handle how popular Aemond became in S1 and gave him as little screen time as possible while simultaneously trying to make him as unsympathetic and suddenly 180 as possible. Which just doesn’t work without the proper buildup if you stop to think for even one second.

Then we’ve got Alicent who drilled it into her sons’ heads they’ll be dead unless they fight Rhae and now she’s also 180 and doesn’t understand why they want to fight and turns out to be the biggest traitor basically surrendering her children, the city and her brother to the woman whose husband killed her grandchild. The fuck did S1 Alicent go? Can we see her? Is she in the room with us? You know, the one jumping Rhae with the knife for Aemond? By all means, she and Aemond should have had a dynamic akin to Cersei and Joffrey’s if they were dead-set on making Aemond pretty much THE (only) villain in the show (which should have been about everyone being a criminal lmao). But like… We came to THIS? THE FUCK. THE FUUUUCK. Like imagine for one second Cersei pretty much throwing her kids to their enemies. This is. I don’t know which level of bad writing is this. We’re so far past the rock bottom at this point, the bottom doesn’t exist, the depths this season has reached don’t even have a proper name.

Then we’ve got Helaena. All season I’ve been waiting to see more of her. All season. And I waited. And waited. Her being the Dreamer sounded cool on paper. And they just ended up using her as a device to show ‘Aemond bad’ again? And HELP DAEMON? And like... to spoil the end of the story for those unfamiliar? THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK. THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Like damn, I knew they were baiting us with the promo and I knew it would be OOC for her to want to fight but at the same time I was kinda hoping at least she’d want to? Like she’s sane in the show. Her son was beheaded in front of her eyes. I kept hoping this show would have at least ONE female character actually willing to fight, but no. The balcony scene was good. But in spite, not thanks to what the writers clearly meant for this scene to be. Phia and Ewan really did give this scene their all and try to add nuance where they just once again tried to write Aemond off as a dick.

I haven’t seen the Aegon scene but apparently, they tried to make him look dumb again? And since there’s no rush to vacate KL in the show, why the hell didn’t he try to at least take his daughter with him? Like we get it, show, you hate the Greens and therefore all the Greens hate each other apparently (not buying it no matter how much you’re selling it tho), so him not bothering with Helaena is like okaaaay suuuure (not), but HIS KID? He was the hightlight of the first part of this season, and now we're... back at it again. Yay.

Also tbh I hated Daemyra as a concept in S1 as a ship but I LOVED their dynamic if it makes sense. It was truly interesting and both characters really shone in their shared scenes, so when Rhae’s arc this season started to feel like Groundhog Day I really missed Daemyra since at least their push and pull with Daemon made her feel more alive and interesting idk. But like. Their reunion scene looks like a grand meh? Daemon looks like he cares. Rhae came off to me like she doesn’t give a single fuck about him. Rhae in general was one of my fave characters in S1 and now it’s just. Huh? Them trying to saintify her absolutely ruined the character for me, she’s just so bland now which with her amount of screen time just… Doesn’t make for a very compelling show.

So. Yep. Those are my thoughts and feelings. tbh I don’t even know when I became so attached to the Greens. Like maybe it was in spite of the show trying to ruin and ignore them. Sort of like when you start rooting for the underdogs. But now I just feel really hollow and drained and sad for the actors. On both teams tbh, ‘cause like… What even is the point of this show anymore? There’s no war. Aemond is the only one who’s willing to wage it and the show villainizes him for it. Even in ep. 8 Rhae still says she doesn’t wanna fight the war. What did we spend 8 episodes, then, on aside from some character assassinations?

What’s the point if you don’t really feel anything towards most of the characters? Not even anger or apathy? ‘Cause like, I couldn’t care less when Rhaenys died. I’m sure when Jace kicks the bucket it would be the same. If the characters themselves can’t be bothered (where’s the aftermath for Blood and Cheese ffs?), why and HOW the hell should the viewers care? I’m sure they’ll find a way to make even Helaena’s death as meaningless as possible with giving her zero agenda in the matter.

I truly don’t think I’ll be watching S3. I don’t think I have it in me to witness how they screw up the Greens even more than they already did. It’s not even fun anymore how dumb the show is, it’s just draining. Motivations and relationships changing 180 between episodes or even during them (sometimes even during scenes), major events not phasing anyone and having no consequences. Characters the show chose as THE main characters living in Groundhog Day with nothing to do. We’re supposed to just believe the characters are suddenly completely different than they were weeks/months ago in show’s time just because the show says so. HOW ABOUT NO?

I’m only holding out hope for Daeron but at this point? I’m sure he’ll have a total o 1-2 minutes of screen time each episode as well and they’ll ruin him somehow, too. Still funny though how him and Aemond are both 16 which I’m sure is just another writing plot hole but on the off chance it isn’t… The only cool and redeemable thing the show can do at this point in my eyes is make Daeron and Aemond twins. You know, at the very least to give Ewan the screen time he deserves AND give him some better material to work with. But ah well.

At this point I’m choosing to more or less ignore everything that’s happened in S2, ‘cause the sure itself sure as hell ignored 2/3 of it, so why can’t I. Honestly, I want to do a full Helaena and Aemond cosplay, not a costest, if not for any other reason than to freaking forget S2 ever happend and maybe do some scenes which should have been in it, shippery or not. tbh I wasn't even shipping Helaemond until I saw Ewan and Phia's interviews about them and I was SO HYPED. And Tom's interviews. I was so hyped for siblings interecting in general and I feel like both the actors and the audience were done dirty in the worst way possible.

Also also the last thing I want to say is that it's super sad to see viewers turning on Aemond because it's so clear that's what the show wants everyone to do and neither Aemond nor Ewan deserve it. That's very telling of how badly he's written this season, he's not a villain you love to hate, he's just there for people to hate him. I hope at least Ewan doesn't get hate for his character, but we all know some people are braindead enough to project characters onto actors, so... :(

ALSO ALSO ALSO I don't really feel like fighting over this show because I don't think it deserves any more of my nerve cells, so should anyone decide to come at me for this post don't bother, I'll just reply with print screening this part. But it's kinda funny how tumblr seemed to have an actual war over this show when the show straight up refused to commit to anything.

To everyone who has read thus far – here, have some cute backstages from our costest. I’m sure we could all use a hug and a laugh. I know I could.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Go-go Dancer (Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader) one shot

A/N: this is based off the unreleased Lana Del Ray song, I was listening to it while writing this lol. Anyways, OOC Miguel, this hasn’t been proofread so ignore typos and whatnot. Mdni

Age gap (legal), cursing, mentions of sex/sexual stuff, sex worker, reader is from a wealthy family like loaded, Miguel being lonely and needy lol. Miguel being a bit of a prev.

(Y/F/N)- your full name, (Y/N)- you’re name [first name only],

Word count: 1.4k

Masterlist

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I drop it like it's hot on the pole, on the pole

Shining in the club, neon gold, neon gold

They call me "Firecracker" and alcohol's a factor

I drop it like it's hot, baby bold, baby bold

A little bit of fun for your soul, for your soul

They call me "Firecracker", 'cause ain't nobody faster

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The beeping of a moving truck had gotten Miguel’s curiosity as he peeks out of the blinds from his living room window. The house next to him had been empty for sometime, so seeing that someone had moved in was a surprise. What was more of a surprise was him seeing you, a young, attractive woman that had made his mouth dry and his blood rush down to his dick, being handed the keys to the home next to his, a big smile of joy on your face. Now, Miguel wasn’t loaded but he was certainly well off, being one of the top scientist at Alchemax, he sure made a pretty penny, so seeing some young 20-something college student buying the two-story home next to his in one of the nicer neighborhoods in Nueva York was a bit of a sight. He quickly came to the conclusion that you probably came from money. He took a sip of his coffee as he started to walk away from the window, deciding it was time for him to get dressed and ready for work when he heard his doorbell ring. He stopped in his tracks, raised a brow, before turning back around and opened his front door and met face to face with you. He had to grip his coffee when you opened those beautiful lips to speak, so he didn’t drop it.

“Hello!” You smiled, putting a hand out for him to shake, “My name is (Y/F/N), I’m your new neighbor.” You smiled from ear to ear, you were more beautiful close up. Miguel cleared his throat, before bringing his hand to meet you, giving it a firm squeeze and shake.

“Hello (Y/N), My name is Miguel O’Hara, nice to meet you.” His tone was calm and collected, unlike his mind. His whole body felt like it was on fire from just touching your hand, until you finally pulled it away.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr.O’Hara.” You say with a smile, your eyelashes fluttering as you blinked

Fuck.

It took everything within Miguel’s power to not roll his eyes to the back of his head and let out a lewd groan, the way you said Mr.O’Hara-fuuuuck. It didn’t help that Miguel hasn’t been with a woman since his divorce a year ago.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He said in a steady voice as best he could, bringing his hand down to his side, giving you a small smile that made you weak in your knees, “Let me know if you need anything, my door is always open.” And he meant anything.

“Thank you Mr. O’Hara, I’ll see you around.” You said with a small wave as you finally walked off his front door, it took Miguel a second to tear his eyes off your figure as you left.

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I'm the girl next door, let me come in

I know I go-go dance but I do it for kicks

I never have to work 'cause my daddy is rich

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“Sorry to bother you Mr. O’Hara, but I was on my way to class and I noticed that some of your mail was mixed in with mine.” You said before handing him a stack of mail, your freshly manicured hand just ever so slightly grazing against the side of his. Miguel ignored the spark he felt run though his body, instead focusing on the very expensive looking Cartier bracelet that wasn’t there last time he saw you.

“Is that a new bracelet?” He asked with a raised brow, using his free hand to point at the bracelet while his other one grabbed his mail, you just smiled, a small giggle escaping your lips as you brought up your hand to eye level so he could take a better look at it, your giggle made his blood pressure spike.

“Oh yeah, my father bought it for me, it’s nice isn’t it?” You giggled.

Ahhh. It all made sense now, your daddy was rich.

“Oh yeah, very nice.” Miguel said with a sly smile, tucking the pile of mail under his armpit as he let out a small chuckle, his chuckle made your heart flutter. “Did he also buy you your house and that bmw in your driveway?” He teased.

A blush creeped up on your face, your hand rubbing the back of your neck as you gave him a sheepish smile, “yeah, I told him that he didn’t need to, that’s I didn’t need his help with the money but he insisted.” You explained, causing his eyebrow to raise in curiousity.

“Oh so you’re a college student and you're working huh?” You just nodded to his question before he continued, “…if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?” He asked, and he swears he saw a glimmer in your eyes after the question was asked.

“Oh, nothing interesting...”

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I'm partyin' all night, shinin' in the lights

Is it a crime to wanna shine

In my white go-go boots and my silver design?

I know it makes you wild

I know it makes you wild

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Today was the day, Miguel O’Hara was turning 37 today, and he knows he isn’t old old, but being in charge of the arachno-humanoid poly multiverse, plus the Spider-Man of Nueva York AND being a scientist at Alchemax, he felt like his body was aging a lot faster due to stress.

So he wasn’t looking forward to when his coworkers/friends, Jessica Drew and Peter B. Parker had dragged him out of his office later that night, finding himself standing outside of a random night club.

“I’m not going in there.” Miguel glared at Jess, who just smiled and nodded her head with a laugh.

“Oh yes, you are.” She said to Miguel, who just huffed and was about to reply, but was stopped when he left Peter’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the double doors.

Once he and his two spider-friends make it through the doors, Miguel was assaulted with loud explicit music, the place was dim, but somehow also bright from all the red and orange stage lights. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled the air, and not to mention all the cages, the poles, the stage and the tables, all filled with provocatively dressed women dancing to the beat of the music. It was almost otherworldly, extremely different from the calm and quiet atmosphere from the outside of the club.

It took Miguel a second to snap out of his thought, he didn’t even noticed when Peter had put a glass of Rum and Coke in his hands, he was about to turn around and leave the club, wanting to go home and pretend the night didn’t happen, but his body froze and his eyes widen in shock at the sight in front of him.

It was you, (Y/N), his neighbor dancing on top of a table. Wearing a red feathery short miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black fishnets, red platform boots that stop at your calf, and a red bedazzled bralette with tassels that would hit your exposed stomach lightly with your twisted your torso and hips. Miguel’s mouth went dry as he watched your body move effortlessly to the music, your hair swinging behind you as you danced, Miguel couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of him.

You could have killed him from your beauty right there and then.

Jess and Peter noticed his staring too, giving each other a smirk and a look, before Jess walked off to find a worker, requesting a private room as a “birthday surprise” for Miguel.

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I'm your go-go dancer, midnight answer

Jukebox sweetheart, queen of the night

—

“Hello Mr.O’Hara.” You smiled as you entered the private room, where Miguel was already sitting, locking the door behind you before you continued, “I heard it’s your birthday. Why don’t you let me give you a very special present to celebrate.”

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Vegas baby, if you pay me

Anything you like

Go-go-g-go-go dancer tonight

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[alipeeps]

Episode 23

Oh shit what he placed his inner core in someone - in Zhuo Yichen - just before he "died"? Zhuo Yichen has been possessed by Li Lun since then?!!!

No shit sherlock!

Ahhhh this is so fucking ominous!!

Is Zhu Yan even conscious of what's going on around him? Or is he locked in his own mind, fighting to keep control?

Seems like the latter.

This all sounds like Zhuo Yichen's thoughts/feelings though, not Li Lun's? So is he not directly controlling Zhuo Yichen unless he needs to - e.g. to stop his capturing Ao Yin? Other than that he lets him do whatever, as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans. And Zhuo Yichen has come of his own volition to kill Zhu Yan, because he feels there's no other option and he needs to protect the Demon Hunting Bureau...

Honestly, that's kinda worse. If Li Lun directly controlled Zhuo Yichen to kill Zhu Yan, Zhuo Yichen would feel awful about it afterwards. But if he genuinely were to do it of his own volition, albeit because he was manipulated into it, then that would feel much much worse...

Oooh what's going on?

Ayyyy it's the manifestation of Zhu Yan's demon core...

Ooooh that's the freaky bits from the trailer!!

Shiiiit so the bit with the fingers coming up from behind to close over Zhuo Yichen's face, is a depiction of Li Lun taking over control of him!!

Smart girl.

So really it's not so much repairing the baize token as making a new one..

Oh shit Ao Yin!!

God I do love the fight scenes in this show. We've not had a proper one for a while, and Pei Sijing never fails to be badass in them...

Umm.. silly question perhaps, but why didn't one of you dumb fuckers jump up and grab the token a) the second Ao Yin appeared or b) while she was twirling around fighting with Sijing and Ying Lei?

Where did Ao Lin conjure up a copy of Sijing's bow though?

Bloody good job it was that way around otherwise you'd be dead

Yeeeah go Ying Lei!!

This is all very dramatic and all but like... maybe fucking shoot her again instead of just watching her and Xiao Bai face off?

Oh what, no? He's not controlled is he?!!

Wait, Li Lun is controlling Bai Jiu?!

But... he can't be controlling Bai Jiu AND Zhuo Yichen, surely? And it showed us Li Lun taking over Zhuo Yichen just before? So which of them is his core in?!

I'M SO CONFUSED!!!

Oh shiiiitttt he put his core in Bai Jiu when he attacked him in the illusion...

Fuuuuck he was taking over while he was sleeping...

Oh FUCK so he is asleep right now?! Ao Yin knocked him out deliberately so Li Lun could take control...

And Bai Jiu DID give the needle to Zhuo Yichen to use on Zhu Yan... which then raises the question of what the fuck does that needle actually do? Does it force him to expel his core?

Oh SHIT it will allow him to control Zhu Yan?!!

Please wake up Bai Jiu. Pleeeeeeeeeease...

Ooooh clever girl!!!!

OKAY now we got the goddamn goddess back on the team!!!

Yeah that seems like a really BAD idea? Like... deal with the threat in front of you first?

It's 2 on 2 and one of them you don't want to injure. That's not going to go well.

Ayyyy I stand corrected! 3 vs 2! Go baby bro!!

This whole fight just shows how fucking powerful Zhu Yan is. Like... he's not even fucking trying. Zhuo Yichen is leaping around the place, forwning in concentration, launching vigorous attacks... and Zhu Yan barely moves. Just smoothly sidesteps. Doesn't flinch or blink, is just cold and controlled.

Is he... firing frozen bits of his own blood at Zhu Yan? How is that going to help?

Uh.. Wen Xiao... I love you and all and I know you are worried about Zhuo Yichen but can i please suggest you deal with the bigger threat first and contain Zhu Yan before you run to check on Xiao Zhuo?

Oh damn, Ao Yin took the bow? I didn't even notice at the time...

Oh shit are they gonna kiss?!!

Oh dang, nearly... was that the contract to treat her as a colleague kicking in?

Oh noooeeees.... he thinks he's still imagining her!! My HEART!!

lol

Because she's lived 300 fucking years alone to save you buddy...

Wait wtf he BROKE the fucking cloud light sword?!!

Is this where the previous mention that there were 2 cloud light OJ swords made comes into play? Is that their next quest? To find the other sword?

Oooh and did it break because of what happened earlier with Zhu Yan? It seemed to be making crackling/cracking sounds when they were facing off with the sword stuck in Zhu Yan?

Yup - I went back and checked. The sword started cracking when it was stuck in Zhu Yan!

But whyyyy though? It's hardly the first time he's been stabbed with it and this didn't happen... Oh shit though... is this the first time he's been stabbed with the cloud light sword since the baize token was removed from him?!!

What do you mean risk your life? You're a soul trapped in a puppet and able to manifest. I didn't think you could die in a physical fight?

Aaand we're reduced to fisticuffs now between Li Lun and Zhuo Yichen.

The thing is.. Li Lun has used Truth Eye on Zhuo Yichen so he can see him as Li Lun... but he is still possessing and controlling the body of a 13 year old boy who hasn't trained in martial arts. Surely he would simply not have the strength to be packing the kind of blows Li Lun is giving? Orrrrr to throttle Zhuo Yichen like that?

Wheeeeerrrrre the fuck is Zhu Yan? Come on my boy, I am waiting on you to dive in and save the day!!

Come onnnnn Xiao Bai, break free!!

I think you might underestimate the boy Li Lun...

Oh god damn this is just painful...

OH SHIT!!

You fucking bastard Li Lun...

Oh shit what he planned this from the start? He knew the ever-burning wood would kill him once the seal was broken - Wen Zongyu had planned from the fucking start to use Xiao Bai's body to host Li Lun!!

You tell him Zhu Yan!

If it's true that you saved the memory of what happened in the dungeon in the sundial you can prove it to him.

Oh man that was EXHAUSTING!! And the ep ends with Bai Jiu still controlled by Li Lun!! Do we get new episodes tomorrow? Pleeeeeease don't tell me I have to wait a whole extra day?!!!

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 7: Here Comes A Candle To Light You To Bed

First Chapter / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

One Week Later

(A/N: Smut incoming)

”Jesus, (y/n)!” Bethany exclaimed over my phone and I sighed as I sit on the bed, wearing a sky blue silk robe. After the fiasco that was Herogasm, the boys and I went to my house and stayed there for a day before we moved on. We didn’t want Homelander or anybody else to find us and since now that Hughie’s girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, put out a statement over on Instagram saying that the explosion was caused by Ben.

And Vought does have me on file on being alive and where I live so someone there will make a connection and come knocking. So now we had been hiding out at Legend’s home that he had out of the city. During all of this, I did try to call and give Bethany updates of everything that’s happened and just now I was able to give her the full story.

”Yeah…” I sighed. “Can I do anything to help? Maybe I can talk to Steven and we can offer our home…” Bethany said and I shake my head. “No, no! I’m not putting you guys in danger.” I said and Bethany sighs. “I’m serious, Beth. This could get a lot worse than it already is. Plus if that asshole Homelander gets to you guys, I’d never forgive myself.” I added. “Alright, but if you need anything and I mean, anything, just call me and I’ll be there.” Bethany said and I smiled. “I appreciate it, Beth.” I said.

”Of course, you’re my best friend and I know that you can take care of yourself, I still want to protect you.” She said and I smiled at this. “I’ll let you go, just be safe and be careful.” Bethany said. “I will.” I said then I hang up and sighed as I put my phone away.

I get up from the bed and walk to the curtain window and open it to let some sun in. I fold my arms across my chest and think over the last few days when I heard footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Ben coming back into the room, wearing that really silly light green silk robe with a flowery design on it.

”You know you look fucking ridiculous in that robe, right?” I tell him and he looks down at it then looks back at me with a flirty smirk. “Well, if you wanted me to walk around naked, all you had to do was ask.” He said as he slowly starts to undo the robe strap. I chuckle and shake my head at this as he removes the strap off his robe and I could see he was naked underneath the robe. The past week, every morning and night, Ben and I had been fucking like rabbits as if there was no tomorrow.

What with the whole ordeal at Herogasm, it’s been harder to get out there and find Mindstorm, who seemed to have taken notes from me as he seems to have disappeared. Ben told Butcher that he remembered that Mindstorm had bought  eleven abandoned cabins, so there might be a chance he’d be in one of them. So whenever Ben and I were left alone, we just headed to the bedroom and make up 40 years worth of lost time.

“What? Are you already up for another round? We just finished like about thirty minutes ago.” I said as Ben pulls me to him. “As I’ve told you, sweetheart, I have a lot of time to make up for.” He said, in a low gruff voice, and he leans in and kisses me. Our lips molded together, perfectly, as we make-out and I run my hands up and down his chest.

I lower my right hand down his chest, over his abs then down to his lower abdomen and wrap my hand around his half-hard dick. I hear Ben inhale through his nose at this as he continues to kiss me but then he starts to grunt and groan once I started to move my hand, stroking him.

We break the kiss but our foreheads were pressed against each other and our lips were only inches away as he groans at the pleasure I was giving him. I stroke him slowly at first then started to go faster and Ben starts panting. “Fuuuuck….” He whispers and I smile, proudly, as I continue. 

Once his dick was full and hard, I then remove my hand off of him then shoved him onto the bed. He falls back on the bed then sits up, his robe had opened up and I could see his cock full and standing at attention. I give Ben my best bedroom eyes as he looks at me, lust swimming in his eyes, while I saunter over to him.

He then starts to stroke himself but once I stand in front of him, I smack his hand away from his dick and I kneel down in front of him. I start licking his shaft as Ben starts to pant a bit but then groans the moment I wrap my lips around him and started to take him deeper in my mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart.” Ben groans and I start sucking then he inhales, sharply. “Shit!” 

I smile and raise my eyes to look up at him as I continue to sucking his dick. He looks down at me and his jaw slackens and his eyelids were hooded. “God, you have no fucking idea how fucking hot you look with my dick in your mouth right now.” Ben growls as he starts to jerk his hips and I hum in approval at this.

I continue doing this for few more minutes, getting turned on even more from the noises Ben was making, before I pull my mouth off of him, lick my lips and give Ben a seductive look. He grabs my face and pulls me towards him and crashes his lips upon mine. I jump up on his lap, straddling him, and continue to make-out with him while he starts to pull off the sash of my robe and yank my robe off of me.

Then he grabs his dick and runs the tip over my entrance, which made me gasp. His free hand grabs my hips then he guides me to take in his cock into me, the both of us moan into each other’s mouths until he was fully sheathed inside me. “Fuck.” I moaned and I hear Ben chuckle. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest, my breast pressed up against his chest and he kisses the top of them as I start moving my hips.

I gasp and moan as he was hitting all the right buttons inside of me while he continued to kiss my boobs then moves back to kiss me on the lips again. I then push him back to lay down and I sit up as I start to bounce on his cock and Ben throws his head back into the mattress.

”Fuck!” He groans and I smile at this. “Yeah? You like that?” I asked him, seductively, as I continue to move my hips. “Fuck, yeah, I do. This pussy was made for me.” He pants then he jerks his hips upwards to meet mine and it was now my turn to throw my head back and let out a loud moan. “You’re so good for me, (y/n).” He whispers as he grabs my breasts with both of his hands and I grab his wrists, holding them in place, as I continue to ride him while he bucks his hips up in time.

For a few more minutes, we keep going at it until I felt the familiar sensation building and building within me. “Ben…” I gasp, my eyes still closed. “That’s right. You gonna cum for me? Huh? You want me to put a baby in you?” He asked me and something about that turned me one even more as I clench around him. “Oh, you like that? Want me to fill you up? Have my babies?” Ben asked me and I nod. “Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!” I plead and he chuckles.

”Then take it, princess. It’s all yours.” He growls and I felt myself explode over him and he follows not to far behind and I feel him paint my walls. Both of us scream out in ecstasy as we ride out our orgasm until I collapse on top of him, both of us catching our breathes.

”Holy shit.” I whispered and Ben chuckled. “I swear I’m never gonna get tired of you.” Ben said as he turns on his head to look at me. I scoff at this before he continues. “I’m serious, (y/n). It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it just gets better and better.” 

I look at him as I start to sit up and he does as well, he places a hand on my cheek and strokes his thumb over my cheek and I just could tell by the look on his face and in his eyes that he was telling the truth. “You’re really serious.” I stated and he nods. “I love you, (y/n). And not just for sex…” he said and I chuckled. “I would hope not.” I said and he rolls his eyes.

Then he gets this look like he was thinking over his next words, carefully, and I tilt my head at this. “Ben?” I said and his green eyes met my (e/c) eyes. He stares at me for a moment, takes a deep breath then starts to speak. “(Y/n), I…” he started to say before we hear footsteps and the door to the bedroom opens and in walks Butcher, Hughie and Legend.

“Oh, what the fuck!? Seriously you two?!” Legend exclaims, annoyed, as I quickly get up to my feet and Ben closes his robe to cover himself. “Oh, God.” Hughie said and he turns away to not look at me as I grab my robe off of the floor and put it on. “Fuckin’ hell.” Butcher mutters. “Would it fucking kill you boys to fucking knock?” I asked them, angrily, as I tied my robe sash.

“Yeah. What's the problem?” Ben asked, annoyed. “What's the problem? This bed has seen two Jaclyns. You know that? Smith and Bisset. Y-You're treating it like a Reno cat house.” Legend exclaims and Ben rolls his eyes as he goes to the bedside table and pulls out a cigar. “Jesus.” Ben grumbles.

“The problem is you gave me 11 of Mindstorm's last-knowns. So far, I've had a look at three and found fսck all. I-I'm chasing me fսcking tail here, mate.” Butcher said, sounding exasperated. “Sounds like that's three down and eight to go.” Ben grumbles. “Yeah, and that's gonna take weeks, and weeks I don't got.” Butcher argues while Legend looks over the bed.

”Egyptian cotton sheets and now I got to fսcking burn 'em.” Legend groans. “The deal was, we get the rest of my team, then we get Homelander.” Ben said to Butcher as he lights his cigar. “And what I'm saying is I could use an hand figuring it out.” Butcher said, annoyed. “I told you. Mindstorm's a paranoid fսck.” Ben said as he stands up and walks up to Butcher.

“But, hell, if you could hear everybody's shitty thoughts, you'd be, too. Look, he bought up all these run-down cabins all over the place. He's Howard Hughes without the piss jars. He's batshit crazy.” Ben goes on. “Mindstorm's not crazy. He's bipolar.” Legend corrects.

”He's bipolar?” Hughie asked. “Yeah.” Legend said as he gathers up the bed sheets. “Does he take meds for it?” Hughie asked, concerned. “I believe so. At least he did.” Legend said as he starts to walk out for the room. “God, it smells like sеx and Bengay in here.” Legend grumbles and I roll my eyes.

”Lithium prescriptions aren't that common. I mean, I doubt he's making it. Maybe...i-if we look at the cabins and we...” Hughie said and Butcher looks at him. “And then check the local pharmacies.” He finished and Hughie nods. “Yeah.” Hughie said. “See who's handing out lithium. Nice one, Hughie.” Butcher said, proudly, and he pats his shoulder.

”We're gonna need more reefer.” Ben said then he smiles and I roll my eyes at this. 

*3rd Person POV*

“Okay, satellite view has Mindstorm's place about two miles in, due west.” Hughie said as he looks at his phone while Butcher opens the trunk of his car. “Two miles? Fuck me. We could've parked closer.” Butcher complains as Ben grabs his shield then Butcher grabs a bag. “So, do you two mind telling us what we're walking into here?” Butcher asked as he closes the trunk and Ben takes a puff of his cigarette.

”All you got to know is, if he tries to make eye contact with you, close your eyes.” (Y/n) warns them. “Or what?” Hughie asked, confused. “Just don't make eye contact with him, then you got nothing to worry about.” Ben tells him then he turns away and walks off, smoking the weed, (y/n) follows him.

”Hey, why do you keep buying him, like, Hefty bags full of weed?” Hughie asked Butcher as he takes out the Temp V. “Better high than mental. Takes the edge off his PTSD.” Butcher replied. “Wait, he has PTSD?” Hughie asked, shocked. “Yeah, I saw it at Herogasm. It's why he keeps blowing the fսck out of everything. We got to keep that cսոt dozy as a lamb.” Butcher said, in a quiet voice, while (y/n) walks along the edge of the woods, looking around as Ben smokes.

”So, just to recap, uh, he's radioactive, highly traumatized and heavily self-medicated. Feels good, feels right.” Hughie scoffs. “Tell me about it. I mean, what sad bastard self-medicates like that, eh?” Butcher asked as he hands a doses of Temp V to Hughie.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned pizza restaurant called Buster Beaver’s, Noir walks in and looks around at the old building. To his right, was a painted murial of the characters from this former business, including an eagle, a pig, two horses, a sheep, a pig, a squirrel and the lead himself, Buster the beaver.

Noir opens some old cans of beans and pours them in a bowl before he sits down and contemplates. Ever since hearing about Soldier Boy return, Noir was actually scared. Then all the characters from this franchise appear before him, as if coming out of their hiding places, and walk up to him.

“Earving, sooner or later, you're gonna have to t-t-talk about it. Remember when you were nine, a-and you hid in that ball pit right over there, after you p-p-p-paralyzed Lewis Frankel? This is just like that.” Buster tells Noir before he sighs. “You can't hide from Soldier Boy. We're your best pals, aren't we? We got you through that erection in the seventh grade, that Hard Rock Cafe m-m-massacre in Lagos. And by golly, we'll get you through this, too.” Buster said and the other characters agree.

”You got that...”

”That's right.”

“You're our friend.”

But Noir gets up, grabs his chair and walks away then sets the chair down. He sits down in it then folds his arms across his chest, his back facing his cartoon friends.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walk along the forest, no one was talking, until Ben stopped and turned to me, Butcher and Hughie. “What’d you say?” He asked us and we stop and stare at him. “What?” I said, confused. “What?” Ben asked back. “Nothing, mate. No one said nothing.” Butcher said and Ben looks between us then walks away. Butcher, Hughie and I share a look before I go over to Ben sighs.

”Hey…” I said to him as I catch up. “You okay?” I asked him, concerned. “Fine.” He replied, flatly. “You sure?” I asked but before he could respond, he looks down and I noticed that we had hit a wire. “Oh, fսck.” He growls and a bomb goes off a few feet in front of us and we get blown back and roll.

Smoke swarms us as Ben and I look around but couldn’t see Mindstorm. The smoke cleared and I see Hughie leaning over Butcher, who looked like he had fallen asleep. “Butcher, wake up. Wake up!” Hughie exclaims as Ben and I walk up to them. “Fսcking freak slipped away. He's gonna pick us off one by one.” Ben said as he looks around the woods.

”Come on, wake up, Butcher. Butcher! Wake up.” Hughie exclaims, panicking. “No, you're wasting your time, he's gone.” Ben tells Hughie. “What did Mindstorm do?” Hughie asked us as he turns and stands up. “Well, if it's his usual MO, trapped him in an endless nightmare till he dies of terminal dehydration.” I informed. “No, there's got to be a way we can wake him up.” Hughie said.

”Mindstorm put him into this. He can snap him out.” Ben said. “Okay, great, great. Uh...” Hughie stammers but Ben talks over him. “But he's about to be dead.” He said. “Wait, wait, just hang on. If we, if we, if we grab Mindstorm, we make him help Butcher...” Hughie negotiates. “No way.” Ben said a she turns away. “And then, and then you can kill him, Then you can go to town on him, man. I don't give a fսck.” Hughie exclaims then Ben turns to him.

“Hey. If you're gonna act hysterical, I'm gonna slap you like I'm Connery. Now, unless you want to end up like your friend there, it ain't worth the risk.” Ben tells him, firmly, and Hughie glares at him. “Look, chin up, okay? Deal's a deal. You help me finish this, I'll kill Homelander. Butcher would have given up his life for that in a heartbeat. So, we doing this or not?” Ben asked and Hughie groans and goes to grab the bag.

”Leave it. We got to move fast.” Ben said as he walks ahead but stood and raised a hand. “Ah. Do you hear that?” Ben asked. “No.” I said. “Uh...” Hughie said then he clears throat. “You might want to lay off the weed, huh?” He asked. “And you might want to gargle my ballsack.” Ben retorts as he walks off.

Hughie sighs, exasperated, then turns to me. “Can’t you…I don’t know…talk to him?” He asked me and I sighed. “I, uh…” I stopped as I see the pleading look in his eyes then look over at Butcher. “I’ll see what I can do.” I said as I walk over to Ben.

”Ben….” I said, cautiously, but Ben sighs. “Forget it, (y/n). You heard what I said.” He grumbles and I sigh as well. “C’mon, Ben, it’ll just take a second. We can kill him right afterwards.” I said and Ben stops, turning to me. “I said no. You know how dangerous Mindstorm is. If we even give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. We kill him, then Noir and then Homelander. Butcher would want it that way.” Ben said, firmly, and he starts walking again. 

“Would you say the same thing if Mindstorm had gotten me instead?” I asked and he stops in his tracks. “Don’t pull that shit.” He growls and I see Hughie looking at me with fear. “Would you?” I asked Ben. He keeps his back facing me, stands there for a few more moments then huffs at this and continues on.

“Still can't believe this shit is legal. We locked up so many assholes for it back in the day.” Ben said as we continued on into the woods while he looks at his blunt. Then he stops and turns to us. “What the fսck did you say?” He asked us. “Uh, uh, literally nothing.” Hughie said then he kept shooting glances over his shoulder.

“Jesus. How hard?” Ben asked him and Hughie turns to him. “What?” He asked. “How hard did Butcher suck your dіck that you miss him that much? Hmm? His mouth must feel like a Hoover Deluxe.” Ben said and Hughie scoffs in disgut. “God, every single thing you say is so gross.” He said then he turns to me. “How do you stand it?” He asked me and I shrug. “You get use to it.” I said and Hughie sighs then turns to Ben.

”Look…He saved me, okay? More than once. So I owe him.” He said. “Oh, bullshit. You're on a mission. You get the job done. Okay? I stormed Normandy. I fought the Nazis. You want to know what I do when I'm sad or scared? Fսcking nothing. 'Cause I'm not a fսcking pussy.” Ben said and Hughie chuckles softly. “You didn't storm shit. Your whole Marlboro Man act? It's fսcking crap.” Hughie spat and I look at him. “Hughie…” I said, waringly, but he kept going.

“And I...” Hughie started to say but Ben slaps him across the face, pretty hard. “Oh...” Hughie gasps then pants as Ben gives him a stern hard look then points at him. “I warned you.” He said, calmly, then he shakes his finger then walks away while Hughie massages his jaw

”Word of advice.” I say to Hughie as I walk up to him and he looks at me. “Don’t believe everything Legend tells you. He’s full of shit just as much as everyone in Vought.” I said and I walk away from him. 

*3rd Person POV*

Black Noir continues to sit there, still trying to process everything. Then Buster comes up to him. “Come on, Earving. Me and the others have something to sh-sh-sh-show you.” Buster said and Noir turns to him and the cartoon beaver holds a hand out to him. “C-C-C-Come on!” He exclaims, happily, and Noir gets up from his chair and lets Buster lead him back towards the stage area.

”Something you pushed d-d-d-deep, deep down.” Buster said and Noir sits in the chair. Buster stands on the side of the stage where there was a red curtain and a spotlight on Buster. The curtains open and reveals a gym area with a banner up top that said Vought America, the various animal characters acted as members of Payback. The two horses were the TNT Twins, the goat was Mindstorm, the fox was Crimsons Countess, the pig was Gunpowder, the squirrel was Mystic Shade and the eagle was Soldier Boy.

The team were on the edge of the mat as Soldier Boy and Gunpowder were sparing. But, of course, Soldier Boy beats him up and Gunpowder falls back on the ground, blood pouring out of his nose and mouth. “Okay, that’s enough!” Mystic Shade tells Soldier Boy, who rolls his eyes. “Lighten up. I'm just playing around.” Soldier Boy said, nonchalantly, as Mystic goes to Gunpowder. “You fսcking pussy.” He grumbles as Gunpowder groans.

Soldier Boy turns around and see Black Noir, played by a black sheep, entering the room. “You're late. We started at 3:00.” Soldier Boy said. “I really wanted that movie.” Noir tells him. “The hell are you talking about?” Soldier Boy asked him. “I just got off the phone with my manager. It's a no-go on Beverly Hills Cop.” Black Noir said.

“Oh. That.” Soldier Boy laughs, uncaring. “I was...I was born to play Axel Foley. Why would you say all those horrible things about me to Don Simpson?” Noir asked him. “Jesus, Ben, really?” Crimson asked Soldier Boy, annoyed, and he turns to her and holds a hand out to her. “Zip it, cooze.” He growls then turns back to Noir. “The guy's supposed to be funny. You're not funny.” 

“Well, I could've been.” Noir argues. “You're not good enough. Now shut your cock hole and get to work.” Soldier Boy ordered. “But-but wait…” Noir tries to say but Soldier Boy grabs him and starts to punch him, repeatedly. The rest of the team gasp at this and shout at Soldier Boy to stop as he continues to beat Noir up pretty badly. Noir tried to crawl away but Soldier Boy grabbed his leg, pulls him back in and continues to pummel him.

Then Soldier Boy stops the attack and looks around at everyone. “Which one of you wants next? Huh?” He asked as he points around at them. Everyone stands there and looks down while Mystic Shade glares up at him. “Thought so.” Soldier Boy growls but Mystic takes a deep breath, stands up and steps forward.

”I’ll volunteer.” She said, firmly, and everyone gasps, in shock, at this while Soldier Boy raised an eyebrow at Mystic. “Shade, don’t.” Gunpowder said behind her but Mystic ignores him as she stands her grown while Soldier Boy chuckles. “Wow, you are serious.” He said, with a bit of humor in his voice.

”Why not? I’m on the same strength level as you. I can handle it. Plus…I’m not scared of you.” Mystic said and everyone lets out a noise of surprise while Noir kept panting and groan at the pain. Ben looked a little shocked at this while Thomas whispers. “Oh shit.”

”Come on, Soldier Boy. You wanna fight? Or are you too scared that a girl is gonna beat you?” Mystic challenged and Soldier Boy takes a step closer to her. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked Mystic, in a low voice. “Proving a point to you once and for all.” Mystic said and she gets into a stance. Soldier Boy takes a step back then gets into a similar stance as they stare down each other, like in a western movie.

The duo waited to see who would make the first move until Soldier Boy goes to punch Mystic, who blocks it with her arm. She goes to punch him but he grabs her arm and throws her over to the side. Mystic goes flying in the air, lands on the mat and rolls a couple of times before getting up.

Soldier Boy comes at her, with a fist raised but she catches it but his other fist collides with her face. She then punches him in the stomach as hard as she could, he doubles over and she uppercuts him. The others gasps at this as Soldier Boy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then he charges at her and they continue to fight.

Mystic ends up on the ground and Soldier Boy on top of her, holding her arms over her head on the ground. “(Y/n), stop.” Soldier Boy ordered her. “Why?” She asked and Soldier Boy doesn’t answer. Taking this opportunity, Mystic headbutts him and he lets go of her arms and she grabs him, flips him over and pin him to the ground.

”If you didn’t want a fight, then don’t ask for it.” Mystic said then she stands up and walks away, the others staring at her in shock as Mysitc leaves the room. The teammates stare at the door, in shock and disbelief at what just happened. Soldier Boy sits there for a moment before he recovers and gets back on his feet.

The others turn to look at him and he glares at them. “I let her beat me. So none of you better be getting any fucking ideas! Understand?!” He yelled, in a commanding voice. The others cower back at this then Soldier Boy walks over to Noir. “As for you…” he growls as he looks down at Noir’s bleeding face. Noir flinches, scared that he would take out his anger on him again.

“You think you can be me? You're not a movie star. You're not shit. I see you getting out of line again, trying to move on up, I will put you in the fսcking ground. Understood?” Soldier Boy threatens and Noir whimpers at this.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walked through the woods a bit till we came upon a clearing and see a road and hear voices. “Maybe we should walk back to that town we saw.” A female voice said and we get to the road and see a priest and a nun standing on the road, looking into the hood of a car. “It was, like, five miles away. It'll take forever to get there. We're never gonna get to the retreat now.” The priest said as we get closer to them and the priest turns and jumps a little.

”Oh! Oh, you startled me. Are-are you two superheroes?” The priest asked us as we get closer to them. “Yes, Father. You folks need some help?” Ben asked them. “Yes. Yes, please.” The nun said, appreciatively. “Okay, well, it's not safe. There's a fugitive in the area. You should get out of here before you get hurt.” Ben tells them. “Uh, well, we can't. I don't suppose either of you know engines?” The priest asked us and Ben looks over at me and Hughie. 

Ben and I stare at each other for moment, not really buying this, before he turns back to the priest. “I'll have a look.” He said and he goes up to the car. “Oh, I'd appreciate that very much.” The priest said as Ben looks into the hood.

“Uh, so, where you guys headed?” Hughie asked them. “We're just on our way to a Samaritan's Embrace retreat over there in Danville.” The priest said just as Ben pulls out his gun and shoots the priest in the head. “Oh! Oh, my God!” Hughie shouts as the nun screams. “Oh, my God! What the fսck?!” Hughie exclaims to Ben. “This is Mindstorm's MO. He brainwashed them. That priest was gonna shank us. And she will, too.” Ben said as the nun kneels down to the priest and cries.

”Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Hughie exclaims. Father Wallace, no!” The nun cries. “Hey, hey, she doesn't look brainwashed to me.” Hughie pleads to Ben. “Take my word for it. Everyone's coming for us. Everyone, every day.” Ben tells him as he goes to aim his gun at the nun but Hughie stands in front of him. “Whoa, no! No, no! You have PTSD! You have PTSD, and you are super fսcking stoned. All right? Maybe this isn't what you think it is.” Hughie said to Ben, quickly.

“Move.” Ben orders him. “She's a human being. A nun. And if there's one thing I know...” Hughie started to say until the nun jumps on his back. “Die, you fսck¡ng cocksuckers!” She screams and Hughie screams. “Oh, my God! Do something!” Hughie shouts as Ben tries to aim his gun at the nun but Hughie kept moving. “If you stay still, I...” Ben said and I roll my eyes then pull my knives out and use my powers to move the knives to the nun and stab her in the back. Then I got a good angle with a knife to stab her in the head.

“Oh! fսck me! No!” Hughie screams as he shoves the nun off of him. “Hard pass on this Exorcist shit!” Hughie shouts before panting. “What's black and white and red all over?” Ben jokes and I turn to him. “Really?” I said as I wave my hand around and the knives pull out of the nun and I grab them. Ben rolls his eyes at me then turns to Hughie.

”Okay, first off, I don't have shell shock. Fuck you. Second, this is what I'm talking about. This is being a soldier.” Ben said as he glares at Hughie then he walks off. “Come on.” He said as he heads into another part of the woods. Hughie whimpers then signs the cross and I go up to him and place a hand on his shoulder and patted it before following Ben.

*3rd Person POV*

“By 1984, things had gotten so bad. There was only so much m-m-more of Soldier Boy's abuse you could take. So when St-St-Stan Edgar made you an offer in Nicaragua, you jumped at it.” Buster tells Noir as the curtains open again and shows the black sheep as Noir and a monkey as Edgar. “Vought's really okay with this?” Noir asked him. “Sometimes, old soldiers just fade away. I don't want the details. Just do what you need to do.” Edgar tells him.

”Why now?” Noir asked. “Vogelbaum has a replacement. Just a child, but they're convinced he'll be stronger than Soldier Boy. And he can fly. Will the others go along?” Edgar asked. “Everyone but Gunpowder and Mystic Shade. Why not take her as well? She’s just as powerful and as invincible as Soldier Boy…” Noir said. “It was considered but…she’s too important. Good luck, Earving.” Edgar said. “Can you please stop eating those in front of me? I'm allergic.” Noir pleads to Edgar, who stares at him then takes another bite of his peanut.

The scene switches to then Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade fighting the Russian soldiers. At one point, Soldier Boy kneels down and holds his shield in front of him and Mystic Shade runs towards him, jumps up and lands on the middle of his shield and he pushes upwards to where she flies in the air and uses her telekinetic powers on her knives to fly towards the oncoming soldiers.

She lands some feet away and continues to fight soldiers when Noir comes up behind her and hits her in the back of the head. She grunts and stumbles forward on the ground then Noir grabs a large rock while Mystic was dazed and confused. “I’m sorry.” Noir mutters then he slams the rock onto her head, knocking her out, and he moves away.

Soldier Boy then comes up and sees Mystic Shade on the ground, knocked out. “(Y/n)?” He asked, concern laced his voice, as he comes up to her to check on her but then Noir, Mindstorm and the twins come up. “What the fսck is this?” He asked, angrily, as he looks at his teammates. “Something we should've done a long time ago, you piece of shit.” Noir growls.

”TNT detonate!” The twins shout and they fire their beam at Soldier Boy and he flies back then he gets up and Mindstorm punches him. Then the team dog piles on him and starts to beat him up. “Hold him down.” Tessa shouts but Soldier Boy was able to knock them off of him. Noir then runs at him but Soldier Boy turns and used his shield to knock him back.

Noir flies back and hits a military car that started to catch on fire. Soldier Boy grabs Noir and slams his face against the burning metal and Noir screams in pain as he felt his skin melt and burn off. Soldier Boy raises his shield and slams the edge of his shield into Noir’s head two or three times before Noir falls over into the ground, passing out from the pain.

Soldier Boy turns around as the twins and Mindstorm get into a stance. “Get him, Mind storm. Scramble his fսcking brains.” Thomas said as Mindstorm uses his power and Soldier Boy grunts in pain as he felt a sharp pain in his head. Then Crimson Countess jumps on his back and put a gas mask over his mouth and nose. Soldier Boy grunts, coughs and gasps into the mask then he falls forward on the ground. But before he felt the gas completely take over, he looks over at Mystic’s unconscious body and his last thought was for him to try to reach out to her. But the gas took away his last bit consciousness and he goes down. “Fuck you, mοthеrfսckеr.” Crimson growls and the curtains closed as Buster appears on stage again.

“This is some tough stuff, I know. But when you gave him to the Russians, you knew Soldier Boy would come back one day. You need to f-f-f-face him. No one really knows you. But we know how s-sensitive and s-s-scared you are.” Buster tells Noir and the other animal characters come in and chimed in.

“Yes.”

”We're here for you.”

”Hey, we got your back.”

”We're here for you.”

Noir looks down. “It's okay. Bravery isn't having no fear. Bravery is having fear, but you d-d-d-do it anyway.” Buster said. “Time to finish what you started.” The birds sing and Noir sits there and takes in a deep breath as he decides on what he was gonna do.

*(y/n)’s POV*

We walked in deeper into the woods until I heard a noise. “You guys hear that?” I asked and the boys stop as we hear what sounds like wind chimes. We head over to the noise and see a large abandoned looking barn and I see Ben taking in a deep breath and we cautiously walk up to the building.

We enter the building and Ben pulls his gun out while I pulled a knife out. We walk, quietly, in and look for any signs of Mindstorm. Ben stops and holds a hand up to us to stop and I look over to see a mirror that was at an angle to where we see him hiding on the other side of this shelf we were leaning up against. 

Ben holds up his shield and his gun, getting into a stance. I pull out a blade and get ready but then we heard a pop noise behind us. Ben and I turn around and see Hughie’s clothes were in the floor but he was gone. Then we look towards the mirror and see Hughie grabbing Mindstorm and disappearing.

“Shit!” Ben growls and I sighed. “The hell is that kid thinking?” Ben growls. “He’s probably thinking; this is the only way to save my friend.” I pointed out and Ben sighs. “What a fucking pussy.” Ben grumbles. “I can’t say I blame him.” I said and Ben turns to me. “You seriously taking his side? When you know how dangerous Mindstorm is?” He asked me, angrily. “Yeah, because I’d do the exact same thing if it was you.” I said to him and I turn away from him.

”(y/n).” He said, in a firm tone, and I stop but still had my back to him. “You seem so…different.” He said and I scoff and look over my shoulder at him. “That’s what happens when you retire and lose the person you love.” I commented and he raises an eyebrow at this. “C’mon…let’s go and find him.” I said and we walked on.

Later, we ran across the woods until Ben grabbed my arm to stop me. He points ahead and we see Hughie and Mindstorm and they were indeed by Butcher as it looked like Mindstorm woke Butcher up. At that moment, Ben pulls out his knife and throws it across the air and it hits Mindstorm right in the face.

I was a bit startled at this as Ben runs over to Mindstorm. I follow after as Mindstorm pulls the knife out of his face and Ben slams his shield against him, knocking him down. Then pulls out a pillowcase and wraps it around Mindstorm’s head so he wouldn’t use his powers on Ben.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait.” Hughie exclaims and Ben turns to him then he punches Hughie so hard he goes flying back a few feet. Butcher turns to Ben and his eyes glow yellow. “Stop!” I shout as I put up a shield between Ben and Butcher. “Enough, both of you!” I growled and Butcher glances at me then turns to go to Hughie and I look over at Ben, who glares at me then at Butcher before he grabs his shield. I remove the shield and sighed.

Hughie coughs and groans as Butcher kneels to him and Ben goes to Mindstorm, kneels down and grab his shirt. “Hiya, Dan.” Ben greets him, sarcastically. “It's-it's not what you think. It wasn't my idea.” Mindstorm said. “Oh, I know. It was Noir's, but how does that work, huh? 'Cause no way he makes a fսcking move without Vought.” Ben said. “They gave him the green light.” Mindstorm said, panicked. “Why would they do that?” Ben asked him and I go over Hughie and Butcher.

”You okay, kid?” I asked Hughie as Butcher helps him to his feet. Hughie nods and we look over at Ben and Mindstorm, who seems to be telling Ben something. “What? That's impossible.” Ben shouts and he stares at Mindstorm then he starts to hit him with his shield. Then he does it again and again and again and I see Mindstorm stopped moving but Ben kept hitting him. “Ben.” I said, loudly, but Ben kept smashing Mindstorm’s head in. 

“BEN, THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted as I go to him. Ben screams out his frustration as he kept hitting Mindstorm until I grab his shoulder and pull him away. “I said ENOUGH!” I said as Ben turns to me with a death glare but I don’t cower back. “He’s dead!” I shout and Ben pants then his glare softens to what looked like shock and disbelief. “Ben? What’s wrong? What did he say?” I asked him but he walks away from me and I furrow my brow and look down at Mindstorm’s dead body, blood seeping through the pillowcase.

That night, we were back at Legend’s house and I was sitting in the living room as Ben was locked up in the bedroom. I ran my hand over my face before I let out a heavy sigh, Ben wouldn’t tell us what Mindstorm said to him but I could tell that he shocked him. I decided to head down to the bedroom and get to the door until I hear Ben on the phone, asking for Homelander.

I stopped at this and lean into the phone. It was silent for a moment before I hear Ben speak. “The situation's changed. I thought we should have a conversation.” I hear him say and there was a pause of silence before he speaks again. “Fall 1980, I get called into Vogelbaum's lab for an experiment, some shit about genetics. I still remember the Penthouse I used. June. Danielle Deneux, bush like a Pomeranian. I beat my meat into a cup. Turns out...Vogelbaum made a kid. Born spring 1981. A boy.” He said and I gasped, softly, at this. 

No, no…there’s no way. I thought as Ben continues. “You know what the bitch of it is? If they'd have just kept me around, I'd have let you take the spotlight. What father wouldn't want that for his son?” He asked and I place my hand over my mouth.

I was standing out on the balcony of Legend's house and looking out to the starry night sky, the warm breeze blowing slightly in the wind. I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to have a breakdown after hearing what I heard.

Homelander is Ben's son?! What the actual fuck?!

I bit my lips then let out a heavy sigh, right as I hear footsteps behind me, and I lift my left arm, balled up my fist and lean it against my lips. "There you are." Ben said as he comes up next to me. "You okay?" He asked me and I sighed through my nose.

"I just overheard your phone call." I said, plainly, and I turn my head to look at him. He doesn't say anything, just looks down for a moment. "Of course. The biggest, egotistical, attention seeking psychopath had to be your son." I spat, annoyed. "Don't tell me you're mad at me." Ben said, sounding annoyed himself.

"I'm not mad at you, Ben." I said, sharply, as I turn to face him. "I'm mad a Vought! I mean, after everything you do after they asked you to do it, that's how they treat you? Take your DNA then get rid of you to have this supe kid to replace you?!" I exclaimed, angrily. "It's bullshit."

"I know. If they would've told me about him, I would've gladly stepped down and let him take over." Ben said as I wrap my arms around myself again. "We could've had that retired life we talked about..." he said and he and I look at each other. "I, uh...remember that one time, I told you I wanted to have a family?" He asked me and I nodded. "Well, I wanted you to be that woman. I wanted, still want, you to be my wife, have my children. Hell, after Nicaragua, I was gonna ask you to marry me." He said and my jaw drops slightly at this then I turn my head away as my heart feels heavy at his words.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked me and I bite my lips again. "Do you...not want that?" He asked me, sounding a bit worried, but I turn my head to him. "No, it's not that. I would love nothing more than to have that life too. It's just..." I stopped then sighed as I look down. "There's something I have to tell you." I said. "What is it?" He asked me and I take in a deep breath and let it out.

"After Nicaragua, I was a total mess. Everyone else acted like everything was normal after we had a funeral for you. I was actually scared that if the Russians were able to kill you, then I could be next. And then...a couple of weeks later, I found out I was pregnant." I explained as I look at him and Ben's eyes widen in shock at this.

"What?!" He asked, surprised, and I nod a bit. "You...you were...pregnant?" He asked and I nod again. "When I found out, that was when I retired from Payback. I didn't want any stress about being a superhero or that I could be sent somewhere and be killed. So I got a home and did everything I could to stay relaxed and be ready when the baby came." I said and my heart was beating hard and fast against my chest, my stomach started to feel sick as I got ready to explain what happened next.

"But a month or two later, I had a miscarriage. And I felt horrible because I lost the only connection I had with you." I said as my eyes filled with tears. I go to look at him as a tear runs down my cheeks. He had a shocked but also sad and disappointed look on his face. "I don't really like talking about it, so....all I'll say is that, I was just in a very bad way for awhile." I said and Ben gives me a sympathtic look, which was a look he barely would give.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I should've been there for you." Ben said and I give a small sad smile. "You being a comforting type? Doesn't really sound like you." I said, in a bit of a teasing manner. "Like I told you before, you're the only one that gets to see this side of me." Ben said and I scoff out a chuckle as he places an arm around my shoulder and we stand there in silence for a few moments.

"Sounds like both of us need a drink." He said and I nod. "Alot of it." I added and we chuckled before we head back inside.

We sat in the room and drank and talked for a bit before I chuckled a little as a memory appeared in my mind. “What?” Ben asked me and I turn to him. “So, you were planning on proposing to me, right?” I asked him and he nods. “Yeah…” he said and I chuckle. “But I thought…” I said then I started to mimic him singing. “If you want to be happy. Living a king's life. Never make a pretty woman your wife.” 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes as I continue to laugh. “Yeah, that’s true. But I neglected to account for a pretty woman like you getting me while my shield was down. I’ve never been quite the same since our first night together.” Ben said and I smiled at him as I felt my face turn red. “Plus when I did that song, we weren’t together.” Ben said and I chuckled. “Oh, yeah, we’ve broken up so many times I’ve lost count.” I said.

Ben laughs with me and I give him a curious look. “How the hell are we gonna keep a marriage if we keep breaking up?” I asked him and Ben looks me over. “Because I’ve had way more time to think this over and it was one of the only things that kept me sane during the times the Reds experimented on me.” Ben said then he looks down.

”I wish I still had the ring.” Ben mutters and I frown before I reach over and place a hand over his. “It’s okay, Ben.” I said and he gives me this look like he was thinking something over. “What?” I asked him and he shakes his head slightly. “Nothing, just…lost in thought.” He replied then he takes a sip of the drink and I don’t push further as I know how he gets when you push on a subject he doesn’t want to talk about.

So the rest of the night we spent drinking and talking, with the worry of what’s to come plagued the back of my mind.

@winchestergirl1720 @deans-spinster-witch @mimaria420 @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @kitsun369 @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @deangirl96 @demodemo909 @cassiecasluciluce @mostlymarvelgirl @onlyangel-444 @mayafatimakhan

[bigboysfalldeep]

gym lad takeover

A new gym opened up in town, and a special one indeed. It's a private gym; people can book a room for a few hours and work out like they want to, when they want to. Nick was hooked right away. Working the whole day, he liked hitting the gym at night. That new gym was even better because of its privacy.

He loved everything about it. Free drinks, some special water—full of vitamis—nice music, and no one able to annoy him with their disgusting fat bodies. A toned one is the only right one, he would say.

One night, he was working out when the door suddenly opened. The owner stepped inside, closed the door, and approached Nick, who was emptying a bottle of water in one go. "Nick...right?"

The man said, and due to the hammering music, Nick had trouble hearing him. "Yea." He said loudly, At least it was just the owner, he thought, not some weirdo. "Need anything? Some water?" The man carried a bag filled with water bottles. Strange.

"I just had two," Nick replied, trying to avoid more conversation. Nodding in agreement, the man stepped right in front of him and raised his hand. "Then this should work."

SNAP

Instantly, Nick's whole body reacted to it. He tensed heavily, all of his muscles bulging so hard. And this pressure on his head, his vision so blurry, and his mind fighting to stay conscious Someone, somehow, was inside his head. "Obey. Nick. Just give in. Obey." Nick opened his mouth. "What? No!" He tried to scream and fight back. "Obey. Just obey." 

The music shifted, saying the same things. OBEY. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, HAVE TO OBEY. Nick's hands were shaking widely; something inside his blood—some sort of drug—was aiding those thoughts.

SNAP.

With another snap of his fingers, the owner of the gym demanded attention. And Nick obeyed.

Nick watched that man and his beautiful, shining eyes. It felt right to obey him. To follow his voice. No! It wasn't. Nick protested. His face grimacing, he tried to regain control.

"Still there, huh?" The man approached him even further, placing a hand on Nick's shoulder. "I respect that. But you won't be able to resist." Nick hissed. "Fuuuuck yoou." But the man put pressure on his shoulder, and like a switch, Nick's body went rigid, his eyes dull, and most importantly, his mind blank.

Only a shimmer of blue was left as he stared into his master's eyes. "See. Not that hard, is  it?"The man patted his cheek firmly, but Nick didn't react. He just stood there, motionless, his body hard as rock, but his will nothing more than clay, in the right man's hands. His master started to inspect his newest addition.

He started to run a hand across Nick's bare, sweaty chest, enjoying how it felt. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He smirked, walking around him again and again, encompassing his whole upper body with his fingers. "Flex boy. Flex for me." He ordered, and Nick obeyed in an instant.

"Well done. Boy." He said, hugging him from behind, firmly playing with his slaves hard nipples. "You smell, so good." The master sniffed his pits, even taking a lick. Nick didn't move. He held his pose like a statue made of stone.

The man started grinding on Nick's thick ass, his erect cock pressing against the fabric of his tight trousers. "Yeah. So good." He moaned but stopped himself. For now. He walked around again, grabbing Nick by the waist and pulling him closer. "Let's have a closer look," he said, starting to inspect Nick even closer.

The man stroked his face gently, running a finger through Nick's light stubble along his jawline, neck, and further down his shoulders. "Smile. Will ya." He patted his cheek again, causing a derpy but vacant smile.

"Good boy." The master smiled, grabbing Nick's bulging biceps. "Very good boy. Been drinking much water, ey?" He said it proudly and went further down his body. Feeling his muscles react to every little move of his fingers, he moaned again. "Yeah, yeah." He massaged his pecs, played with the nipples again, and drew circles across his abs.

Finally reaching the waistline, he noticed Nick's fat cock twitching inside the short gym shorts. "Like it, huh?" He smirked deviously, and grabbed his own cock with one hand and Nicks with the other. Nick let out a low, guttural moan as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Twitching in unison, the man smiled.

"Nearly there." At last, he began to stroke Nick's thighs firmly before he took a step back. "Turn around, and bend down." He snapped his fingers, and Nick did as he was told. Easily, he steadied himself against the gym floor.

"That's where the fun begins." The man grabbed Nick's waist again, pulling him closer. He slapped his ass a few times, causing Nick to whimper. "Such a nice ass." He smirked, pulling the pants down, including the underwear, in one firm swing. "Fuck yeah." The master grabbed his cheeks, spreading them widely. Nick moaned loudly, again and again.

The man touched himself in anticipation before removing his cum-stained trousers. His dick was leaking heavily, knowing what would happen next. Without further ado, the man slid into Nick's virgin crack, the massive veiny cock needing space, spreading the hole even further.

Nick let out a high-pitched moan of pain and pleasure as the man stood there, enjoying himself. "Yeah, you'll be my cum dump tonight, Nick." He groaned, thrusting into Nick's ass again and again. He had trouble staying steady, but his huge arms managed somehow.

, With that enormous cock reaching his prostate, his own dick was encouraged to get even harder, letting Nick's now empty brain get filled with pure pleasure. The master increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, placing both of his hands on Nick's waist and securely holding him in place as he fucked him hard.

Nick, unable to breathe properly, just moaned, groaned, and cried out. His cock was already leaking heavily, ready to burst at any moment.

With one hard and heavy thrust, Nick moaned even louder as he came. Shooting load after load against the floor, some of it even hitting his face. But his new master wasn't done yet. After what felt like an eternity, he released himself right into Nick's hole. Filling him with his hot cum. Both men's bodies went stiff and rigid as they came together again and again. "Fuck." The man groaned happily and pulled his wet cock out.

"This felt goood." Immediately, he started rubbing his hard cock. "Get up." He breathed and snapped his fingers. Weakly, Nick got up, turned around, and stood there. Waiting for the next command.

"Good boy." He said this, patting his face again. "On your knees. Clean me up." The man watched as Nick got on his knees and started to lick his cock dry. Eagerly, Nick took the dick into his mouth and cleaned it. His master grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to look at him. "Well done. Now get up." He motioned for Nick to get up. For a few seconds, he just looks at him before he sighs.

"Nick. Listen to me." Nick's empty eyes moved slightly. "I want you to get into the shower and get yourself clean. As soon as you hear the music stop, you will return to normal again, without any memory of tonight. We don't want unnecessary attention, do we?" The man stroked his face last time. "Yees. Sir." Exhausted, Nick nodded. "Good. Now get clean."

He watched Nick walk to the showers and cleaned up the mess before he returned.

[diazsdimples]

I read a lot of fic in the fandom but I'm a longfic reader and my friend that I've just convinced to watch the show is very much not - do you have good oneshot/ <5k recs I can share with her? (all ships welcome)

Hi! I'm also a longfic reader but here's a collection of shorter fics that I love to death!

Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC - @theotherbuckley (Bucktommy, Teen, 4.5k)

"Buck wakes up with a chronic pain flare-up the morning after, and Tommy takes care of him" Extremely cute and fluffy and full of adorable Bucktommy feels. Purple writes chronic pain!Buck so well and Tommy is amazingly sweet and tender in this. Couldn't recommend more.

all in the Jee-tails - @hippolotamus (Buddie, Teen, 4.5k)

"There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece." UNCLE BUCK UNCLE BUCK UNCLE BUCK!!!! Just the cutest little fic of Buck, Eddie and Chris hanging out with Jee and playing make believe and it gives me ALL the dad!buck feels. So fucking cute. Do not skip.

And When You Speak, Angels Sing From Above - @neverevan (Buddie, General, 2.8k)

"Buck pops the question but before saying yes, Eddie needs to ask someone else first." I'm not exaggerating when I said this one made me cry a little bit. And by a little, I mean a lot. The perfect fic to introduce your friend to the beauty that is Eddie and Shannon's relationship and how important she is Eddie and Chris' lives. It's a masterpiece. Bring tissues.

turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you - @daffi-990 (Buddie, Unrated but I'm gonna say General/Teen, 3,8k)

"To protect his heart, Eddie pulls away from Buck when he starts dating Natalia. When he decides to move to B-shift, Buck finally confronts him and certain feelings finally come to light." So turns out the most devastating fics in this fandom involve graveyards (thank you s6) and Daffi knows how to drive a knife into your heart with feelings realisations. This is also a tissues one but I'd also suggest something to bite into cause fuuuuck

Drunk on Love - @jesuisici33 (Bucktommy, Explicit, 1.3k)

"“That reminds me…do you remember calling me during the bachelor party?” Buck’s fingers pause. “Uh…I called you?” Buck barely remembers texting Tommy a few times. Seeing the unintelligible texts he sent his boyfriend when Tommy texted him in the hospital filled him with mild embarrassment he quickly forgot about as he kissed him in front of everyone in the waiting room. Tommy nods in delight. “Oh yeah. I couldn’t answer so you left me a bunch of voicemails. You want to hear?”" The thought of Buck and Tommy listening to Buck's drunk voice messages makes me giggle every time, and then it's also just really hot? Highly recommend.

Sweet child of mine - @diazsdimples (Bucktommy, General, 3.4k)

"Buck and Tommy bring their daughter home from the hospital and enjoy their first few hours alone with a newborn baby." Shameless self-promo here. As some of my mutuals will know, Dad!Buck is my favourite thing in the world and this fic was just delightful to write cause BIG BOYS TINY BABY!!!!

There's about a million more but these are the ones that immediately come to mind. If any mutuals have any recs of their own please share with the class!! Hope this helps and happy reading!

[saucyjothoughts]

Seems it's time for me to come out again.

😈😈😈

"Kris knows."

If ever there were two words to halt time, these would surely be the ones. Miha's hands freezes, fingers digging into Bojan's hips, keeping him impaled on Miha's lap. If it wasn't for the shock and quickly rising panic, Miha would quite enjoy the image before him: Bojan straddling him, leaned back against Miha's propped up legs, chest heaving and mouth open in the most delicious O as Miha's cock is bottoming out inside him.

"How?"

A smile flits across Bojan's face, twisted into a breathless little moan as he tries to squirm.

"Told me. Said... said I have been looking a little too well-fucked. And he- fuck... he saw me. After last time. And then... then you. Put two and two together."

Fucking fantastic. Miha groans.

"We should not have let it get this far. We... we should have been more careful."

"You should not have fucked me so good," Bojan quips, managing a grind that has both of them groaning.

"How bad is it?" Miha asks between gritted teeth.

Bojan gives a breathy laugh. His hands lace together with Miha's, using them for support while he pulls himself to sit upright. Miha's eyes roll back as Bojan continues to ride him, hips rolling in tight little circles, searching for just the right angle to-

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck..." Bojan whimpers, short nails digging into the space between Miha's knuckles. "He... he said... you're not gonna- he said it's fine..."

"Fine? Oh god... he's fine?"

"Not that he's fine... that it's fine... but that if... if I need a Guštin cock... he wants it to be his."

He should be happy. All these times, all these trysts, and he's repeated that it's the last one, that they can't do it again. Bojan would have someone his own age, someone who cam gove him everything. God knows Miha hadn't been blind to the torch his son has been carrying for Bojan.

But.

A wild, claiming part of him wants to keep Bojan. Right where he is. Squirming on Miha's cock, always gagging for it, a little stupid, filled.

It's stupid.

Petty, even.

But Miha has never claimed to always tske the high road.

So right as Bojan is about to cum, Miha pulls him down against his chest, slips out of him long enough to pull off the condom before pushing back in. Of course, Bojan notices. Of course, he cums hard, loud, clenching and milking Miha to his own peak, filling up Bojan like he has begged so many times.

"Feeling jealous, hm?" Bojan asks later, lounging among the sheets, words still slurring around the content little smile on his lips.

Miha is halfway into his jeans, trying to find where his t-shirt landed, "You wore me down, nothing else."

"Wore you out more like it, old man."

"Well aren't you lucky to get to train someone new then?" Miha retorts, dragging a light finger along the sole of Bojan's foot, smirking when Bojan yelps and pulls his leg up.

All his clothes found, Miha checks his pockets before heading for the door.

"Hey."

Oh, he shouldn't look. He should walk out. But Miha has know Bojan long enough to know that tone and the sly grin that accompanies it.

"Give me some time," Bojan says, quirking an eyebrow. "I'd hate to give up something so... fulfilling. Maybe... I can get him to share."

(Previous stories here and here)

You spoil us 😈😈😈! Dont mind me casually going crazy over jealous, claiming Miha. 🥵🥵🥵

Will Kris be able to live up to the Guštin name his father has established? Or will Bojan always be a greedy slut and want both?

I swear you better continue this story for all us naughty bomiha boos 😘

[subbydream]

fuuuuck you're so cute. I just found this blog and.. i'm usually a little submissive puppy sub,, but you awakened something in me that doesn't come out often. I'm actually a switch. Your neediness just makes me feral. I want to hold you and give you a collar with a cute little heart shaped tag and put your head in my lap and pet you. Just knowing you'd probably like the attention and praise and spoiling and be grateful and want it like the precious, sweet thing you are.. i've always wanted to have someone that wants, needs to be underneath me. I just want to ruin you in the best way possible. make you understand that your job is just to be my soft, sweet princess. To not need to worry about anything, knowing your master will take the best care of you they can <3

Hi anon~~

I bet you'd love to see me on my knees for you. Waiting at your beck and call, like an obedient pet, hm? How I'd look at you with big eyes waiting to be praised and rewarded. Hugging you tight as I rut against your thigh cause I'm just so needy and embarrassed about it. Whimpering and whining and whispering small pleas for more.

Or maybe you'd prefer to manhandle me? Push me around, yanking at my collar to make me do exactly what you want me to do and how you want me to do it. Have me be just a writhing mess beneath you.

<3

Lesbianism alert: Men and minors dni

[threewaywithdelusion]

RoyJamieKeeley Fic

Still working on my RoyJamieKeeley post-S3 fic. I got stuck again for a while, but I got unstuck tonight, so he's a little snippet to celebrate.

A few days later, Keeley and Jamie left for Brazil for Jamie’s Nike shoot. Left alone for a week, Roy tried to keep busy so he wouldn’t think about them. He spent time with Phoebe, who was starting to get impatient for summer holiday but could be convinced to spend all her wayward energy on playing football with Roy. He saw the yoga mums twice, once for actual yoga and once for a night of drinking wine, watching rom coms, and gossiping. He told them he’d gotten back together with his ex-girlfriend and they all smiled and told him how happy they were for him and how much more of a grump he’d been without her. Roy didn’t mention that said girlfriend was dating another man at the same time and told himself it was just leaving out unimportant information and not actually lie, but he wasn’t sure he believed himself. 

Roy also had a meeting with Rebecca, who told him she wanted to promote him to manager of Richmond. He called her mad to her face and she still seemed to think giving him the job was a good idea. 

“I don’t want to do press conferences and shit,” Roy said. 

Rebecca was unfazed. “Here are my options, Roy. I can make you manager, which is a job I think you’ll be good at. You know football, you know these boys, and they trust you, which makes you the best fit. I can make Nate manager, which I don’t particularly want to do after he defected to West Ham last year. He has experience and the boys seem to have forgiven him, but I don’t trust him enough yet to give him that much power. The other option is to bring in someone from outside the club. Higgins gave me a list of candidates and a lot of them are very qualified and are interested in working for Richmond now that we placed second in the Premier League, because they think they can get us a trophy next year. However, anyone I bring in is going to have their own style and they’re going to undo all the hard work Ted’s done over the past three years. And what Ted did, however unconventional, has been working for us. So, if you don’t take the job, any thoughts on how I should proceed?”

Roy grunted. It was a good argument and Rebecca knew it. 

Roy liked coaching Richmond. He didn’t really want to work with some new shitbag coach who would come in acting like he knew anything. Who might tell the team to stop playing total football or take that shitty, ripped-up “believe” sign off the wall. Who might not flip Jamie off in the middle of a game or push him to go back out even with an injured ankle. Who might not support Sam’s protests when they cost the club their main sponsor or might not like the fact that Colin had a boyfriend. Who might not defend Isaac in a post-game interview after Isaac attacked a fan in the stands for his homophobic comments or who would hear that famous women got their private photos leaked and react with less horror than the rest of the Richmond boys. 

Roy liked the culture Ted had created at Richmond. Sure, his methods had been downright insane at times, but they’d worked. This was a team that respected Keeley and Rebecca, that accepted Colin, and that tried to be good people as much as they tried to be good footballers. 

Roy didn’t want to lose that. 

“Fuuuuck,” he said, a curse of resignation and realization. 

Rebecca knew him far too well at this point, because she just smiled victoriously. “I’ll have Higgins send you the paperwork this week. We’re also going to be looking at player transfers, so I’ll send you tapes for anyone we’re considering. Do you have any thoughts about which players we should take a look at?”

Roy grunted. He’d had this job for all of three seconds and Rebecca was already giving him work. He hadn’t even told Keeley yet. 

“We need a centre back with more speed,” he said. 

“Noted,” Rebecca said. 

On the way home, Roy felt a strange kind of loneliness take over him. 

He’d gotten a promotion and even though he’d resisted it, he kind of wanted to celebrate. Like when Keeley had been made a CEO of her own company and they’d popped champagne and Roy had spun her around and they’d fallen into bed together. 

But Keeley was halfway around the world with Jamie. On vacation, even though she’d refused to go on vacation with Roy to Marbella last year. And Roy knew it was different — this was a work trip with some fun thrown in — but Keeley was just restarting her business with Rebecca as the main investor and she couldn’t possibly be less busy than she’d been last year. 

A tiny, mean voice in Roy’s head said that the difference was Jamie. That Roy hadn’t been worth the time away from the office, but Jamie was. 

Roy shoved the thought away. 

He went home to his big empty house and stared at the bottle of champagne in the fridge. He couldn’t tell the yoga mums he’d been promoted because they still believed he was an accountant and he had no fucking clue what accountants did or what the fuck their position was when they got promoted. Plus, he didn’t want to spend all evening lying about the job he was celebrating. 

The team was scattered around the world, visiting their home countries and families while they were on summer holiday. What other friends did Roy have? Keeley, who was his girlfriend again? Jamie, who was Keeley’s other boyfriend and was also not in the country? Rebecca, who was more his friend through the transitive property than anything and was also his boss?

Fuck this. 

Roy took the bottle from the fridge. He was about to pop the cork and drink straight from the bottle when his phone dinged with an incoming message. 

It was a series of photos from Keeley, showing her and Jamie shopping. One photo showed Keeley in a dressing room, trying on a dress that made her look fucking amazing. Another showed Jamie with about fifty bags dangling from his arms, posing like he was lifting weights. Keeley was standing beside him, holding one tiny bag, and grinning widely at having a fit footballer to play her pack mile. Then there was a picture of Keeley standing next to a suitcase with a price tag on it, presumably something she was buying to bring all her new clothes back to England, a cute guilty smile on her face. The last picture showed the two of them in a store, both wearing black leather jackets. The one on Keeley was ridiculously oversized and the comical frowns on both of their faces told Roy that they were dressing up as him. 

Another text arrived from Keeley. 

Miss you! Do you want either of these jackets?

Roy was very picky about his leather jackets, something that Keeley had learned early in their first go at a relationship when she’d tried to buy him a present. It may seem like Roy put no effort into his all-black look, but he was very particular about what clothes he thought was worth buying. 

It was sweet of Keeley to ask. 

Send a video, Roy texted back. 

A minute later, his phone dinged. The video was of Keeley in a dressing room, wearing a shimmery grey dress with one of the Roy-sized leather jackets over it. Roy had clearly interrupted her in the middle of trying on half the store because there were clothes over every inch of the dressing room. Keeley did a little spin for the camera and Roy caught Jamie’s reflection in the dressing room mirror, smiling at Keeley like he was in love. 

Fuck. 

Would Roy have had that indulgent, lovestruck expression on his face if Keeley had dragged him shopping for stupid graffiti clothes for Jamie? This was Jamie’s holiday with Keeley and she was still taking the time to message Roy and Jamie didn’t seem to mind at all. 

Roy’s phone dinged again, this time a message from Jamie. It was another video, showing Jamie walking along a wall of all-black clothes, including at least four different leather jackets. 

“I think we found your store, mate,” Jamie said, panning the camera so Roy could see the words John John lit up in the back over the counter. 

Fuck. Roy was being a sorry sad sack and a bit of a prick. And he absolutely refused to be the biggest prick in a relationship that included Jamie Tartt. 

You look beautiful, he sent Keeley. I like the jacket Jamie was wearing. 

Keeley sent back a series of smiley face emojis. 

Roy called her and she picked up on the second ring. “Hi, babe? How’s London?”

“I miss you,” Roy said. It was probably the easiest thing he’d ever said. Usually, Roy had trouble expressing any emotion that wasn’t anger and he knew that. But missing Keeley was all-consuming. It was a physical ache inside him, just as real as the pain from his knee, and he didn’t know how not to say it. 

“I miss you too,” Keeley said. 

“How’s Brazil?” Roy asked. 

“It’s good! I think the photoshoot with Nike went really well. They might offer Jamie a larger deal as a brand ambassador when we get back, but don’t tell Jamie that. I’m negotiating right now and I’m not sure it’ll go through.”

“I’m sure it well,” Roy said. “You’re a brilliant negotiator.”

“You’ve never seen me negotiate,” Keeley said. 

“Sure I have,” Roy said. “What about that time you convinced me to try being a pundit.”

“That was in your best interest, and I’m pretty sure we were arguing.”

“Or that time you convinced me to go to that launch party for that watch company you were promoting.”

“You have to admit, that was great press,” Keeley said. “Everyone’d heard the story about your ex stealing your Rolex, so you replacing the Rolex with a John Hubert watch really connected the two brands in everyone’s minds.”

“Well what about the time you convinced me to both cook and do the dishes when I made you a fancy dinner?”

“I bribed you with blowjobs,” Keeley said. “I don’t think I can use the same strategy here.”

Roy laughed. He felt so much better after talking to Keeley for just five minutes. Suddenly, he didn’t care that she was a continent away. He still wanted to tell her the good news. 

“Is Jamie there?” he asked. 

“He’s in his own dressing room,” Keeley said. 

Roy was surprised. He figured Keeley and Jamie would take shopping as a chance to watch each other strip in the same dressing room. But he knew fuck all about shopping, so maybe it wasn’t that weird that they were in two different stalls. 

“Can you get him?” 

There was a long pause that Roy knew was Keeley working through her surprise before she said, “Yeah, just a sec.” Her voice sounded slightly farther away as she called “Jamie!”

A moment later Keeley’s voice came out sounding a little more robotic. “You’re on speaker, babe.”

Roy cleared his throat. “I talked to Rebecca today. She made me manager.”

“What?” Keeley said, sounding stunned. 

Yeah, maybe he should have worked up to that instead of announcing it right out the gate. 

“She gave me Ted’s job,” Roy repeated. 

A whoop went up from Jamie, so loud that Roy had to pull the phone away from his head so he wouldn’t blow out his eardrums. 

“Congrats, mate! That’s fucking mint.”

Roy grunted. He didn’t say that he was bricking it over trying to fill Ted’s shoes, but Keeley must have released because she said, “You’re going to be amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you!”

“I don’t know,” Jamie said. “I mean, mostly Roy’s been coaching me so far. I’ve got more talent than all the boys on the team and I’m a pleasure to coach, so you can’t measure Roy’s success by how brilliant a player I am.”

“You’re a fucking nightmare to coach,” Roy said, even though it wasn’t actually true. Jamie did anything Roy said, even when it was embarrassing or he was pushing his body beyond what most coaches would demand of him. Roy liked telling Jamie what to do and seeing how hard he would work to achieve the impossible, even when the only reward was a little grunt from Roy. 

“I guess we’ll see if you can bring the other lads up to my level,” Jamie said, cockiness and disbelief in Roy’s coaching skills rolling together in his voice. 

Weirdly, Jamie’s pestering filled Roy with confidence that he could do this. He would be the best damn manager Richmond had ever seen, if only to prove to Jamie that he was wrong. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” Keeley told Jamie sweetly and that buoyed Roy the rest of the way up. Keeley believed in him. She believed in him enough to tell Jamie to suck it, even if she did it in nicer terms. 

Roy wanted to tell her he loved her, but the first time he told her after they got back together couldn’t be over the phone, with Jamie listening in, while Keeley was on another continent. 

Instead, Roy just said, “At least I know what the fucking offside rule is.”

Jamie and Keeley both laughed, though Jamie laughed harder. Roy wasn’t sure Keeley knew the offside rule, which was a travesty given how many footballers she’d dated.

“Well celebrate when I get back,” Keeley said. “That’s wonderful news, babe. I’m so happy for you.”

They said their goodbyes and when Roy hung up the phone, he felt a lot more determined and a lot less alone. 

He checked his inbox to find an email from Higgins with his new contract and and some player files with stats and videos. Several promising young players were listed, as well as some old-timers on their way to retirement from some of the better clubs. 

He poured himself a glass of champagne and settled in to do his job.