#alan ritchson imagine

[nouearth]

the boy next door.

pairing. alan ritchson x male reader headcanon.

summary. with his profile brewing in hollywood, projects are consistently lining up for alan, and the last thing he needs is a new roommate getting in the way of his stress. unless, reader finds himself becoming alan's personal stress-ball?

content warning. camboy!au, camboy!reader, top!alan, bottom!reader, food!play (cucumber as dildo), muscle worship, size difference, spitting, oral (r!giving on dildo), dirty talk, verbal, masturbation, alan and reader are roommates.

moving in.

roommate!alan who surprises you with his massive stature when he greets you on move-in day.

it was jaw-dropping. well, almost so. you were luckily aware enough to catch the slack of your jaw from relaxing any further. any second longer, and you would've been hypnotized into submission by the man's brawn physicality; massive chest, bulging arms, and thick fingers—traits you would find yourself drooling about.

"hey, uh... (m/n), right? is that how you say your last name?" "spot on! and... alan. man, your name already sounds like a celebrity, i'm jealous." "haha, hopefully the casting directors feel the same way."

roommate!alan who helps you with your luggages without a single request from your end.

aside from being eye-candy, alan utilized his muscles for the greater good and brought your belongings from the trunk of your car, to the front of your door in a matter of minutes. even when you pleaded him not to, he went on ahead while urging you to take a rest after the long drive across the city.

you complained, though half-heartedly because your ass was sore from driving all day. his massive arms were a distraction as the veins surged through every muscle of fiber like lightning.

"you really didn't need to do all of that—" "hey, you're saving me from shelling out an extra thousand by being my roommate. plus, you seem... normal? that's the least i could do." "normal? pft, i don't know about that. but i will say, your kind gestures have put you on my 'no-kill' list." "let's backpedal a bit. is it too late to kick you out?"

roommate!alan who has already taken a liking towards you in the few hours you two have spent together to unpack.

saying that people 'stared' at alan would be underplaying what they've actually done. it was a daily occurrence to catch people gawking at his stature. whether it was with astonishment, intimidation, lust, or hostility, all eyes were on him, collective eyes and gasps piecing together how a man could look the way he does. some whispered 'steroids', others envied his dedication.

as uncomfortable as it could be at times, he liked the attention knowing he'd be the subject of one's conversation to another friend.

with you, it was no different. he'd caught you several times staring at his arms from across the room. or maybe it was his shoulders? how they perfectly filled his shirt out from seam to seam? either way, you were enchanted, especially when he'd nonchalantly flex his muscles every now and then in hopes he'd catch your eye.

and he could say the same about himself when he'd catch you bent over, ass raised high while you dug inside of your boxes to unpack the remaining decor you had brought with you.

until that moment, he never noticed how much smaller you were compared to his, the top of your head barely meeting his chin if he was to line you up. how much of a desire had awakened to have you in his arms, just to see how you perfectly fit into his body.

getting to know each other.

roommate!alan who has already learned of your habits, likes and dislikes, and hobbies within a few weeks of you moving in.

it was the small stuff that you found yourself gushing over. you two almost always had dinner together on the couch. condiments on the side for you, ketchup over his fries for him.

whether it was homemade or takeout, the best memories being made between the two of you were simply eating in front of the tv and watching alan's roles despite his reluctance.

you would cheer whenever he appeared on the screen, the camera somehow making him seem smaller than he appeared to be in real life. it was impressive, and once again, you found yourself drawn to the sheer size of muscles beside you.

throbbing, even at the simplest touch, as he gave your shoulders squeeze amidst passing by you to collect your plate.

"have to head to bed early. got an audition in the morning." "awesome! was this the one you were telling me about earlier?""yep. i worked with the director once, so fingers crossed?"

roommate!alan who can read your body language early on, and senses that you're hiding something from him.

it was that one question that either turned you into stone, or a babbling buffoon as you would try to avoid the subject.

your occupation.

he didn't know much other than the fact that you worked from home, which was why your bedroom was so intricately set up like a tech start-up.

four different types of cameras, a gaming chair, several monitors for one pc; it was intricate and honestly, alan didn't really understand it.

"so, you don't have to say yes or no, but..." "hm..?""are you a youtuber? like, one of those tech guys who reviews new phones and stuff?""something like that, i guess?" "is it mentally draining?" "more so... physically?"

roommate!alan who asks about your day after coming home from a shoot.

you looked exhausted, drained, wrecked—images of you that he never thought would rile him up. yet, as you groggily came out of your room with flushed skin, and a thirst that needed to be quenched, alan was equally parched just watching you recover your breath in between gulps of water.

cluttered state of mind.

roommate!alan who merely offers you a look of annoyance when you greet him after he arrives home.

you've recognized that look by now, and all you could simply provide was his dinner plate, and a sympathetic pat on the back.

"listen, i know a friend and he has a mutual that can help you—" "not in the mood right now, (m/n).""just trying to help, alan."

roommate!alan who ends the night early, leaving you on the couch with his plate left untouched.

it was awkward, to simply put it. the show you put on happened to be the one he was auditioning for, and then ultimately flunked because he forgot his script. from the corner of your eye, you could see his jaw tightening, straining, fork scraping against the ceramic plate as he pushed the fried rice in a corner, and then eastward, because that corner was empty.

though, is it wrong to say that you found it hot? if only there was a less forward and awkward way of saying, 'hey, i'd love to take your mind off of things right now. let me suck you off.'

secret unlocked.

stressed!alan who spends half-an-hour in the shower contemplating whether this career was worth it.

countless of potential roles never making it pass the call-back stage; he was growing exhausted from it. driving from city to city, filling his car with gas that would amount to nothing in the end. he could only stretch his royalties out for so much longer, and—

no, he wasn't a quitter. the last time he felt like this, the next audition was a success. if predictions are right, he'd consider this madness a sign of luck, at least for the meantime.

stressed!alan who needs something to take out his frustration on.

maybe he should head to the gym? no, he already showered. and it was already getting too late for his liking to drive back and forth at this time, even if he wasn't tired.

at the corner of his eye, his laptop glinted with a sparkle.

some good porn would fix him.

stressed!alan who has one hand down his sweats, and the other calmly scrolling through his favorite cam site.

his lips grew chapped, licking them from time to time as he watched the page load without the decency to sugar-coat its offerings. his sight was immediately assaulted with moving thumbnails of women, and men under the spell of their own lust. some squirmed from the uncontrollable feeling of being filled, while others preferred talking to their patrons, touching themselves to the pixelated smut sent through the chat.

stressed!alan who has you on his mind despite the options to choose from, and he squeezes his large balls in his hand.

the cursor maneuvered respectfully around one performer’s breasts and another’s erection in its journey to the filter list. the drop-down menu pulled open and alan checked off the men within his age range. 

with a quick load, the website refreshed with a new assortment of performers, and his cock began to sprout at the moving thumbnails. his hand immediately began to feed his growing bulge with gentle squeezes and rubs as he scrolled what seemed to be endless cycle of camboys.

the sudden warmth of his clothes stuck uncomfortably to his skin. alan removed each article within seconds, yet the flush of his skin remained, ached as it yearned for the physical touch of the seductive men beckoning him.

stressed!alan who felt the world had stopped. the heat frozen in his cheeks, his hands equally mirroring as he hovered over a familiar face. strained, orbs dilated and wandering, and holy shit—so fucking inviting.

it was you.

stressed!alan who watches your stream for a few minutes to decipher if it was truly you before shamelessly stroking his cock after he confirms that it was.

sweat dribbled over your neck and body in diverging streams. your legs were raised on their own accord, thick thighs shaking from the muscles working overdrive to keep you still and perfectly centered before your webcam.

stressed!alan who couldn't believe what he was seeing. it all made sense now, why you were so reluctant to tell what you truly did.

you were a fucking whore. a whore for the internet for everyone to goon to, to cum to. he can imagine it now, how much pleasure you'd given these men as he watched you fuck yourself with a cucumber.

and he was one of them. alan's large cock was manhandled by his hand, stroking sloppily with an ample amount of lube squeezed over the flesh of throbbing muscle.

all those memories of you looking so wrecked came fluttering in. you looked wrecked because you were fucking wrecked.

by a fucking cucumber.

and alan has never been so envious of a vegetable despite eating them on a daily.

you were plunging your tight hole with a long cucumber, slickly lubed from the condom over the girth of the green plant. with every push of your wrist, your legs caved into the pressure to set themselves down, but every time the crown of the plant pressed into your prostate, you were reminded of the viewers who had been donating, their pop-up messages urging you to keep them up 'like a good boy.'

stressed!alan who jerks himself off to the rhythm of your wrist.

every time you sank the thick cucumber inside of you, alan paced himself to match your tempo, plunging himself into his closed fist, mimicking your refusing hole by opening his fingers one-by-one, until he had fully breached through.

stressed!alan who mutters to himself, who mutters words that you couldn't hear because you were busy pleasuring yourself for hundreds of men watching you.

"fuck yeah, take that dick..." "too big for you?""fuck, we'll make it fit."

stressed!alan who imagines himself fucking into you.

he knew his cock was big. he'd been told countless of times, by men and women, and lots of time, they would quit a few minutes in because it was just too much.

but you, he was certain that you were able to take him. because—fuck—alan was bigger than that cucumber you were fucking yourself open with. it needed a glorious amount of lube, like what you had displayed before him, dripping heavily from your abused cavity, but luckily, you had experience in handling big sizes, right?

you'd take him, like the 'good boy' the users were spamming in the chatbox. you'd take him with your eyes forced shut from him stretching you out. from alan's impatience and reluctance to wait for you to adjust to him, because he's fucking furious at you.

why didn't you tell him sooner? why were you hiding this from him? how could you be so selfish and leave him blue-balled whenever you'd come out in those shorts of yours? teasing him with the smallest glimpse of your inner thighs?

if he could ever lay his hands on you, he'd show no mercy. fucking your ass doggy-style till your cheeks clapped. plunging you with his cock as you spread your legs open for him. locking your throat with his arm while he's under you, your back pressed to his chest, rendering you trapped within his embrace. you'd take his cock in every position, in every state, whether you'd like it or not, because you were a good, fucking, boy.

stressed!alan who spits on his cock because you began simultaneously filling your mouth up with a dildo.

spit. god, there was so much spit coming out of your mouth. you loved pushing yourself to the limit, alan could see it. the light leaving your eyes whenever you pushed the dildo a little too far to the back of your throat. that could be his cock, if you let him.

he imagined how warm your mouth would be. how perfectly shaped it's made for his thick, meaty cock. he had the perfect curve to make it a struggle to swallow him down, but like he noticed, you loved a challenge, didn't you?

alan's cock was plump, and beaten red in his hand. noises similar to the sound of you sucking off the dildo were made with his hand, his spit and lube sloshing together in a lewd symphony that could be heard from your room if you'd learn to shut up.

"choke on it, gag on that fucking dick..." "fuck yeah, spit on it.""good fucking boy."

stressed!alan who's nearing his climax from watching you tease the camera with your hole.

you repeated countless of profanities after every plunge of the cucumber flushing deep inside of you. you made sure to buy the girthiest one; they loved seeing your asshole gape at the end of the stream. twisting your wrist, you could feel the subtle ridges of the cucumber, violating your guts with its nature, and it was all-so glorious. the size, the texture, the viewers, the sound of donations coming in, the ‘thank you’ messages after for making them come; you were a true star within this community and it evidently showed when you finally hit your donation goal for the night.

alan fucked his fist, nearly coming to the sight of your gaping hole when you yanked the cucumber out of you like a sword-wielding knight ready to slay a dragon.

it was beautiful, watching you desperately hold onto the physical being of the cucumber, but all there was to it in the end was the memory of its girth. your hole was perfectly molded it, clenching and pursing, blowing fluttering kisses to the camera, to alan.

and if it was up to him, he'd ram his cock into you by now, not letting a second to spare in fucking you until your muscles felt like jelly, because fuck, you were so enticing like this. head lolled back, mouth open with your tongue hanging out as if you had a dripping cock to catch its cum above you.

the sound of donations kept chiming in, and alan knew he wasn't alone in this enchantment.

one more hit to your prostate, and you came undone in seconds. thick spurts of cum shot at your chest from your current position, then at your face when you raised your hips a little higher and pumped your cock with a ravishing fist. the sound of donations rang like a police siren. if you were being profiled for a crime, it was because you couldn’t hold in your cum any longer like one user had begged for you to.

stressed!alan who perfectly aligns his orgasm with yours and blows multiple loads on the screen on his laptop. his moans came out in hushed stutters, countering your choked whimpers that would then break out into begs for cum.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. i need your cum, i need it. give me all of it, fuck. all over my body. in my ass. on my face. i need that load."

his cum came out in thick, pulsating ropes, flying forward to land on the image of you resuming to fuck yourself to your audience's collective orgasm. this time, at a closer view, as you centered the camera to fill the stream with a screenful of ass and a gaping hole. it was your fans' favorite part of the stream, the chat exploding in several fire emojis and astonishment as you showed your pretty insides blooming for thick, endless spunk.

it was hypnotizing, almost as if you were really there before him.

with one hand, alan brought his laptop in between his legs, and smeared his own cum over the blooming resolution of his screen. feigning a breeding, he slides his cock over his cum, over his laptop screen, while you moaned in the background, begging lewdly for cum, to be filled, to be bred, to be dripping, to be fucked, and alan doesn't know what came over him, but another load automatically came out of him like some kind of spell.

"h-holy shit...""fuck, yeah... give me that load, all your load... are my fans breeding me right now?"

alan painted you until you were practically hidden beneath the layers of his orgasm. translucent white blurred the screen, but he could still make out your silhouette. sitting now, exhausted, wrecked, evidently too tired to be bothered to clean up the mess you made on your body.

and just like that, his head felt lighter. all of his worries had left with every dump of load over your pixelated hole, and yours as well, as you leaned back to catch your breath with your eyes closed. his breathing matched the pace of yours, together, collectively, and all he could do was shortly laugh at the situation before him.

roommate!alan who greets you in the morning with a strange smirk as you made yourself breakfast.

"i can see why your job is physically draining now." "hm?" you yawned. "what are you talking—"

roommate!alan who pulls out a cucumber from the fridge, and cuts it into thin slices for his morning smoothie.

"i-i can explain—""you can make it up to me tonight."

he popped a slice into his mouth after.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[jks1uv]

𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 ; jack reacher | one-shot |

summary: one eventful night brings you closer to your gentle giant.

pairing: fem!reader x alan ritchson!jack reacher.

trope: skilled ex-military man meets ordinary civilian & they fall in love while on a dangerous mission.

genre: fluff + slow-burn romance.

warnings‼️: crude language + mentions of blood + mentions of violence (a bar fight but nun too graphic) + patching up wounds + a kiss scene + my first time writing / describing tension & i tried my best so i’m very sorry if it’s a flop 😭 + things get a lil… heated (🌚) but it’s still sfw for the most part!

word count: 1,393.

random disclaimerrr: god he’s so hot i just had to write smth else for him 🫦 s1 reacher you’ll always be famous. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

It’s quiet.

The only sources of sound are the crickets chirping outside and the occasional crack and snap of a worn out engine in an old ass vehicle.

You’ve washed your face and changed into some pajama pants and a tank top. You're sat atop your and Reacher's shared bed in some 3 star hotel room, wondering how fucked up tonight got.

It was supposed to be a simple stakeout. You and Reacher were meeting with someone at a bar a little outside of Margrave.

But of course, shit hit the fan as soon as possible.

You were drinking a soda, waiting on Reacher to finish conducting his little interview when jackass and friends came over.

“Why you drinkin’ all by your lonesome, hun?”

You act deaf but that just pissed them off.

“Hey. You fuckin’ deaf or somethin’?”

You look at them sideways which makes them laugh and oddly enough, think you’re playing hard to get.

“Come on now, baby, don’t be like that.”

“Yeahh, we could show you a real good time.”

The one that looks like the leader of the trio winks at you and you just can’t stand it anymore.

You pay for your soda, get off the stool and turn around to walk away when one of the 3 stooges grab your wrist, causing you to be yanked back.

“What the fuck-?!”

“Where you goin’?” He doesn’t sound so pleased but you don’t give a fuck.

You punch the guy restraining you in the nose, hard.

“You fuckin’ bitch.”

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

You blink and feel yourself being shielded.

Reacher.

You feel his large hand on your arm, maneuvering you behind him as he takes on the 3 short and scrawny (compared to mountain man over here) bastards quite easily.

Obviously, it’s not a bar fight without somebody playing dirty and pulling out a weapon at their convenience, and that’s exactly what happened!

Reacher is nicked along the lines of his abs before he snaps the guy’s wrist, jamming the knife into the other dude’s shoulder.

You wince and look away.

Reacher rounds up the last dickhead and turns his lights off (temporarily) before you both skedaddle outta there.

And now you’re here.

Reacher opens the bathroom door to let some steam out, you observe his shirtless and injured state.

“Reacher...” Your guilt shows.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine. I was just doing-”

“Please don’t say ‘your job’.”

He looks at you with an amused smile. The mountain man takes out the first aid kit and starts disinfecting his wounds.

You walk over and sit beside him on the counter, taking the alcohol soaked cotton ball and dab it gently.

It’s quiet again for a few minutes, no sign of awkward silence.

It’s strange, you didn’t even know this man a few weeks prior and now you’re cleaning his wounds. Not to mention, you’ve never seen the guy half-naked before and hot damn is he built like a Greek God. You’re basically heating up! (from the steam, of course...)

“It doesn’t look like it’ll need stitches, right?”

Reacher’s too busy staring at you. Your fixated eyes, your furrowed brows in concentration. He lowers his eyes towards your lips, slightly bitten in focus.

“Reacher?” You blink up at him.

“No.”

The husk in his voice catches you off guard. You gulp harshly, focusing back on the task at hand.

“You didn’t have to go that hard, you know.” You change the topic, dismissing the almost electric atmosphere.

He tilts his head at you like a confused dog.

“Those bastards were giving you shit, so I handled it.”

He says it with such clarity that you’d think it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You shake your head playfully, a smile tugging at your lips from his show of ferocity for you.

“And I appreciate it, I do.”

“I sense a rebuttal.” He quips.

You laugh through your nose. “I just wanted to say that despite your valiant efforts,” You pause to press a bandaid on his abs.

“Uh huh.”

“I was doing just fine.”

“That you were.” He agrees.

He says it like he’s proud, like he’s so relieved to see you have your own back and toughen up when it’s time.

You know the world is a cruel place and that sometimes, only the strong survive. But you proved your strength and he recognizes it.

You meet his eyes and see him staring back into them. You see the different shade of blue in this light and angle; a dimly lit orange hue casts a nice glow onto his freshly shaved, chiseled face.

“I never noticed the many,” He inhales. “Freckles and moles and little scars on your face.”

“Now that I think about it, your nose is kind of big.” You humor him.

He squints his eyes playfully.

You really hope he picks up on the fact that you’re flirting. You want him to break the ice; to make the first move but would he be so willing? You think he’d be a tease and let you grow frustrated before appeasing.

“What are you thinking about?”

His hand comes up to rub the ends of some strands of your hair together, liking the softness of it.

“You.” You boldly answer.

He raises an eyebrow at your declaration. “What about me?”

There’s that voice again, god. The low timbre with the breathy whisper.

The smell of wood and cologne, everything clouds your senses.

Your breathing quickens just a tad when you feel the feathery touch from his fingers touch the sliver of exposed skin on your hip. You wore the tank top because you were comfortable but now you applaud yourself for the smart choice.

He inches closer and closer; you could just push yourself up on your heels and meet him halfway. Your eyelids flutter, fighting the battle between closing them to enjoy the moment or keeping them open to see the suspense.

Will he? Won't he?

Suddenly, he leans back with a tube of Neosporin, screwing the cap back on. Your eyes open up and he stares down at the tube, pretending he wasn't just about to indulge you in your wildest fantasies.

“Really.”

You know he knows, but he just has to be a teasing little shit about it.

His face cracks and his lips split open to reveal the most beautiful smile; it makes you smile a little, too.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” He croons.

He leans forward and grips the countertop, trapping you between him. His gaze dart around your face before landing on your lips. He takes a deep breath.

“Can I-”

“Yes!” You pull his face in with both hands, not wasting any more time.

He laughs into your mouth and you find yourself wanting to hear more of it.

You’re lifted from the countertop with such ease, you’re reminded of his strength. Time and time again, his strength makes an appearance and you can’t help your attraction.

Reacher’s hands squeeze at your hips when you lick his bottom lip, wanting a little taste of something more. He nips at your throat, leaving love bites messily across your neck and soothing the painful pleasure with the coolness of his tongue.

You bring him back to you and kiss him with tongue and teeth, feeling your nerves on fire and your heart about to burst.

He groans when your legs tighten around his core. “You keep doing that, I won’t last.”

You giggle at the that and think about teasing but your resolve is weak when he lays you down on the bed.

You see a sparkle in his eyes, the kind that hypnotizes you; makes you want to swim in the turquoise waters of his mind.

“I’m so down bad for you.” You softly admit.

Your hands are in his hair, softly toying with the brown strands.

He kisses you with such fervor, you can feel everything he’s ever wanted to say. You can feel his desperation, his devotion, his care for you. You feel the longing in the way he holds you, in the way he kisses you soft and slow. He pours his emotions into the searing kiss and you can cry from joy.

To know someone cares for you as much as you do for them is rare, but never not found.

[labeteenmoi]

Little rabbit

Part 4 (last) / part 1 here

Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Pairing: Anders Lassen x OC

Warnings: explicit smut (oral sex, doggy style), beware of the fluff also

Summary: saving the best for last, as it should be

Words : ~4100

Notes: God that felt good! Quite enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy it as much and thanks for reading!

******

“The morning has been good to ye, Mr. Lassen, I see!” loudly uttered Magaidh in admiration from the outside of the kitchens, “Ye’re certainly quite hungry! Go bring all that to Edin inside, she’ll get them all cleaned!” she shouted as she passed him by, heading hastily towards the commander’s offices.

Heavily charged with dead grouses, Anders stepped soundly into the kitchens with a triumphant look on his face. “I caught you a hare!” he declared, handing out a string with a dead animal hanging on its end. 

Edin, skinning a hare of her own with a little sharp knife, addressed him with a side look and an ethereal smile before turning to him, landing a bloody hand on her hip: “Couldn’t find the deers, Mr. Lassen?” she asked with a cynical smirk. 

“Oh, I did! But, er… I can't carry one all by myself, skat,” the officer lied with a slightly embarrassed grin. He wasn’t about to tell her that he had lost track of time and space after she had left him all starry-eyed in the woods.

She put her knife down and advanced towards him: “Aww… you underestimate yerself sir. I know ye can carry so many things..." Edin asserted with heavy innuendo in her tone. 

He smiled suggestively in return as she grabbed the string, purposely touching his hand in the process. Holding on to it, Lassen ogled her from head to toe with a steady look, noticing she had changed her dress. “Are you–”

“No, I’m not.” she cut him off with a daring look, guessing from his wavering stare over her crotch area that he was wondering about her underwear whereabouts. His smile grew wider and his eyes narrowed in a lustful way behind his glasses as he started pushing the hare aside and bringing Edin closer.

“Edin, laskie, help me with those will ye?!” suddenly burst in Magaidh, panting with her arms loaded with steel boxes up to her chin, “the men will go on night exercises, leaving this noon! Have to prepare the meals quickly…”

Their momentum interrupted, Lassen and Edin parted as inconspicuously as they could before the old woman could catch their loaded looks at each other.

“Of course, Magaidh! Just remind me Mr. Lassen wants some hare in his lunch box…” Edin retorted, unburdening Magaidh’s arms with a discreet wink at Anders who bit his lip in amused resignation.

“Mr. Lassen, please tell the Major ye can all pick yer boxes up just before leaving, will ye, darling?” added Magaidh like a shot, her cheeks reddening from her hurried moves to put water to boil and take out potatoes to peel.

One would know when night operations would start but never really when they would end, and that weighed a little on Anders mind as he had envisioned a completely different kind of activity for the evenings and mornings to come.

His disappointment showed in the officer’s eyes as he looked silently at Edin when coming to retrieve the meals for the operations. Geared up, all the men came in and went back in haste, but Anders lingered a bit longer, his imposing figure in the way of his fellow volunteers.

With a soft smile, Edin held his gaze: “Yer rabbit, Mr. Lassen,” she let out maliciously as she handed him a lunch box.

“Sadly, my favorite rabbit doesn’t fit in there…” he retorted seamlessly. There was much the Danish officer wanted to add to that but nothing suitable enough to be said out loud in public, so he left it at that. Edin’s conniving glance however made it clear they were both on the same page.

***

What was supposed to be a one-night operation turned into a draining four day march, sail and trek from the camp through the rivers and lochs between Achnacarry and the Atlantic ocean. Even the lunch boxes filled to the brim did not last more than two days. A meagre compensation for Anders’s growing impatience. The bright side was the announced two days off duty after that, and the way he was planning on spending those two days in good company sometimes sent tingles up his spine from eager anticipation.

“Lassen, I find the menu way more appealing since you meddled with the cook in charge. Well done, chap!” declared Major March-Phillips, reminiscing of his long gone lunch box after one last improvised dinner on the shore, and lighting a cigar hanging at the corner of his lips during the nightly camp fire.  

Lying on the ground, his package as only support in his back, Lassen smirked in return with his happy eyes on the fire. Mimicking the major’s gesture with a cigarette, he took in a long huff before lasciviously exhaling the smoke with evident satisfaction. 

“Still lean but it does melt on the tongue…” he sighed languidly. 

“We are still talking about the meal, aren't we, Lassen?” the major playfully retorted with a taunting look. 

“Of course, Major.” let out Lassen trying to refrain from smiling. 

“I presume the hunting lessons with our local ginger girl are bearing fruit?” resumed the major. 

“Hmm… Well, she really likes hares the most!” Lassen chuckled. 

The candid expression on Lassen’s face raised no question regarding the kind of feelings he experienced when thinking about that girl, and this did not escape the Major, nor any of the men around him for that matter.

"Hmm…” Gus resumed with a concerned pout under his beard, “I fear that the present epoch and the bothers we are about to face might not be very conducive to the blossoming of such... heartfelt attachments, my good man." 

His smile fading at the sudden gravity of his Major, Lassen straightened up slowly, leaning forward, and landed his large elbows on his knees.

“No worries about that, Major.” he declared firmly before puffing at his cigarette, holding Gus’ stare with such an unexpected intensity that it raised a slight tension amongst the fellow men around the fire. “My little rabbit is like… a fairy in flesh and bones. A wild, tricky and unpredictable creature. A free-spirited woman that cannot be caught nor held, let alone restrained by any bond humankind may create. I only wish to enjoy the time she is willing to give me until war makes us part, and dream that we'll cross paths again someday. But if that is not to ever happen again, well, I can always dream of it despite everything.”

A complete silence had settled among the soldiers, more and more astonished by the ethereal monologue that the one they nicknamed "the Danish hammer" recited in the most delicate tone.

Long, silent blows of smoke floated in the air for a suspended moment. 

“Hells bells, Lassen ! Is that poetry that just came out of that muscular jaw of yours?!” the major scoffed suddenly. “You have to thank your pretty wonder on my behalf now, for that was magnificent !” he slapped him loudly on the shoulder as he stood next to him under the soft cheers of their comrades. 

“Will do, Major.” Lassen let out with a concentrated look into the void still on, “But would you know what a kelpie is by any chance?”

“Hmm, a kelpie ? Isn't that some mythological beast, Haysey ?” Gus questioned in his turn to his young protege. 

“Absolutely, Sir,” answered Hayes, his blue eyes on the fire as he searched his memory, “It's a water creature mostly shaped like a horse, or er, a woman... Some are said to seduce and drown the men that fall for their charms. I was told that the loch Arkaig has one living in it.”

“Oh well…” Gus tilted his head with a sarcastic frown at Anders as he placed his cigar between his lips, “be careful then, Lassen...” 

***

Night had barely set in and it seemed that the people of Achnacarry had already gone home, deserting the streets, indifferent to the group of weary and filthy soldiers who dragged their feet through their village as they returned to their camp.

The Major, at the front of the troops, stepped aside and told his men to carry on as he waited for the back of the group to catch up to him.

“Lassen, I think you might want to linger around here for a moment before heading back.” expressed Gus as he caught up to the pace of the Danish officer.

“Why is that, Major?”

“Well, just a thought really, but I know there’s a person you might want to see eagerly that lives here…” the Major seamlessly implied.

Anders’ face suddenly gleamed with a hardly restrained smile as they both slowed down, letting the rest of the men leave them behind.

“I suppose somebody at that pub could inform you about her whereabouts.” Gus added, ogling at the old wooden establishment at the corner of the street with small dimly lighted windows.

Lassen stopped, looking at the pub as if his destiny resided there and letting Gus walk alone ahead of him. 

Gus eyed him on the side with a smirk under his moustache and uttered back: “Two days, Lassen! There won’t be a third, so try to be… reasonable.”

“I'll do my best.” Anders unconvincingly muttered, more to himself than to the Major, before heading towards the pub. 

***

The camp had been so incredibly quiet with the soldiers away. Had Edin wished to visit its premises, it would have been the perfect time; she didn’t like to wander around too much company, even less so with so many young men around. She knew better than to unwillingly tempt men’s attention, she liked to know who was watching her. However, lately there was only one man whose glance - and more - she would have gladly accepted upon her.  Nonetheless, she was forcibly drawn to visit it all; order was given to clean the whole place during their absence.

Three long days of chores, cleansing and washing from ceilings to floors. All of it inside the buildings; so tedious. And still, the soldiers had not returned and time somehow seemed to pass slower than usual. Even her routine seemed less attractive to her knowing there wouldn't be any surprise appearance from that danish hunter. Quite surprisingly, she found herself longing for his return. 

With no word announcing the end of their exercises, she had been given time off for the time being and would be called back when needed. Edin had spent the day swimming in the loch and taking care of her house, seeking distractions from the enticing thoughts about Lassen. She was preparing to go to bed now that the night had come, when she heard a knock on her door. 

The first thought that came to her mind was of that officer. She mockingly frowned upon this improbability, how could it be him anyway. She grabbed the lighted oil lamp on her table and unlocked her door, opening it just wide enough to see who could that be at such an hour, and what she first saw was the light’s wavering reflection on small round glasses. 

She sneered softly at realizing it was indeed Anders at her door, refraining the swift excitement she felt rising in her chest. 

“Hello, little rabbit.” he greeted with a soft smile growing on his lips at her sight. 

Edin opened the door a little wider but kept herself in the way. 

“Mr. Lassen… is it my strong scented trail that helped ye find me again ?” she questioned with evident irony.

“Oh it’s not that strong, but I'd recognize it anywhere, yes. But er, I have mud up to my nostrils right now, so I confess, I just asked around this time.”

The oil lamp barely diffused any useful light but looking at the officer from bottom to top, she could guess the large rough-looking stains on his uniform were most certainly dirt. There were dark marks on the lower part of his cheeks, which were carelessly covered by a stubble and his hair was unusually shaggy. The man might have looked like he needed assistance if he wasn't wearing a happy smile. Quite evidently, he was returning from his training without any prior resting stop. If anything, his disheveled appearance betrayed his eagerness to see her all the more, and it flattered her greatly.

“So…” she resumed, concealing her feelings behind a quick lip bite, “What can I do for ye, Mr. Lassen ? A bath?” She jokingly raised a brow before leaning against the door in a teasing way, purposely building up a flirty mood just for the pleasure of seeing him snap at some point, as she knew he would. 

Her whole figure appeared in the door frame, revealing the short and light nightgown she was wearing, held on her shoulders by two strings barely visible under her long ginger hair locks that waved sideways when she hung her lamp to the wall. The fine fabric hugged the shape of her chest as she crossed her arms, revealing the base of her neckline with a shrug of her shoulders which she ostentatiously displayed to the officer's eyes who ogled her brazenly. 

Anders’ chest rose with a deep controlled inhale as he carelessly dropped his equipment bag on the stony path leading to her outside porch, before stepping forward. Invading her space and raising his wide arms above, landing his hands against both sides of the doorframe, his half-lidded eyes looked down on her with a rising perceivable impatience. 

“Only if you fear getting a little dirty…” he muttered, a little defiant smile on his lips. 

Edin flickered her eyes up at the massive man with that expression he adored so much, boldly seductive, assertive and yet docile at the same time. Every time he would get the same feeling that she could ask anything from him with that look: eat hare, crawl at her feet, fight a war or-

“Take yer clothes off.” she demanded softly. His eyes widened with surprise for a second. “I don’t mind the mud but only outside.”

Lassen complied, no questions asked.Their eyes locked on each other’s stare while the soldier got rid of his dirty gear right there on her doorstep, his movements so fluid and fast the clothes seemed to have been barely holding to his body. 

As soon as his underwear touched the ground, Anders lunged at her, hands gripping beneath her bare thighs, lifting her off the ground as he rushed through the entrance. She tugged at the back of his head and kissed him eagerly, her nose buried in his cheek, breathing in deeply the musky and sweaty scent of his skin, vibrant with the low pleased growl inside his throat. 

Carrying her further inside the house, bumping his legs on whatever furniture she had in that room, he cared only for the avid twist of their tongues together in each other's mouths and for not letting go of her legs with his fingers dimpling her flesh with greed.

Another room crossed and they reached what he swiftly identified as the bedroom from the bed sight at the corner of his eyes, feeling the soft silky touch of a rug under his feet. Enough of the sighting of the environment around him, Lassen focused on the blazing body grinding against his bare skin, her crotch tugging at his already swollen cock that he felt gliding on her with a warm moist.

“Oh god, skat, you don’t have any underwear again,” he muttered with wonder against her mouth in between kisses.

“Mhm it just gets in the way…” she mumbled back as she slid a hand between their stomachs and reached for his raised sex, fisted it roughly and smiled on his glistening lips at the expected hoarse groan he let out.

The officer breathed short and heavy as she kept on polishing up and down his shaft trapped against her belly. At once, she pushed on her held thighs to elevate her upper body and tucked his cock at her wet entrance.

“Not so fast, rabbit!” he suddenly interrupted her move with a push backwards on her ass, pulling away from their kiss, “I want to see you too this time.”

The firmness of his tone was exacerbated by that little Nordic inflection that he let slip out even more when he was excited and breathless. He stood his ground by putting her down immediately and recoiling so he could see her whole in the faint light of the room.

Edin bit her lip with a feral look at his self-control, and also at his striking naked body; his muscles vivid, almost visibly twitching from the blood rushing in his veins, his fists clenching compulsively and his chest heaving soundly with a hardly repressed hunger to touch her.

Under his glazed stare, she abided and wrapped the thin fabric in her hands before sliding it over her head, revealing the slightly matte alabaster of her skin and the defined curves of her body. His jaw dropped slowly as his eyes traveled her whole figure.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful.” Anders heaved with a short breath, closing in for a kiss instantly with his hands groping at so much skin that he could touch in one go. Stealing her breath, she pulled out almost panting and he eagerly sucked at her neck, pulling her in a strong embrace, and tasting her skin going down. At him nibbling on her breasts, sucking on her hardened thick nipples, she gasped longly, almost scratching the skin on his back from the pleasant shivers it spawned in her chest.

Lassen’s back slid under her fingers as he dropped to his knees, cupping her bottom cheeks and kissing his way to her crotch with hot huffs, making her thighs twitch when he put his tongue on her slit and licked her long and hard along her entire length. Dropping her head back, she took in jerked breaths and yelped. 

He hummed soundly at her demonstrative pleasure, her hands clasping on his head and her fingers intertwining in his hair, pushing his face deeper into her. Surrounding her thighs with his long arms, he somehow managed to lick his fingers in between her labia and insert them inside of her, nudging at her swollen bud with his nose, diving further into her slit. 

At his relentless sucking at every moistened part his lips fell upon, Edin held his head tighter, keeping him in place as she grinded her pussy on his face with raising whimpers while his fingers kept thrusting her shuddering hole.

“Lassen, god, you're so good at this…” she sighed, her voice melting in the increasing swelling sensation in her belly, intensified by his satisfied groans and the quivers it sent throughout her flesh.

He pulled out for a breath, his face glistening with her juices and his entranced glaze searching for her face. Her eyes fell upon him, this giant of a man, the fearless warrior and skilled hunter now kneeling open and devoted at her feet with his glasses blurred from the heat of her skin, looking so needy and harmless with his cock painfully swollen and erected against his stomach, already spurting a clear sticky pre-cum that threaded against his skin — how she enjoyed what she saw. He could be anything and its opposite, without shame, without restraint. Suddenly feeling so thankful for him being what he was, she felt compelled to turn their roles around and give him the upper hand.

Bending, she gave him a feverish kiss, sucking her own taste over his lips before she turned around, giving him a full view of her bottom that he kissed hungrily, holding her hips. She leaned against his face and let her body slide down, flexing her legs and feeling the stubble from his chin chafing up her back until she seated on his cock that entered her with ease, down to the trim, a gasped moan escaping her lips at his thickness.    

“Oh fuck! Edin!” he growled out uncontrollably with hot breaths on the back of her neck, his fingers tightening on her sides as she wiggled a little around on his cock. Landing her knees on the animal hide rug and her hands on his folded thighs, Edin pressed and pounded up and down on him, again and again with a throbbing moan. 

“Mhm yes, ye do that now warrior, fuck me…” she gasped, intimating him to handle her with a lascivious side look.

“Damn, little rabbit, I’ve missed you!” he heaved, gripping at the tender flesh of her breasts, encompassing her whole body and bucking his hips against her ass, now giving the pace of his increasing thrusts inside of her. 

“Missed me? Show me how hard, Lassen.” she gasped between the loud smacks of his pelvis against her buttocks.

As if it all wasn't enough, this constant heat that his body produced was enhancing her ecstatic state. Her vision blurred through her quivering eyelids at the growing roughness of his strokes, and her mind turned fuzzy, sensing the coming edge, but Lassen wasn’t quite finished.

“Missed you this hard, skat !” He raised his upper body on his knees and pushed her forward in his momentum, placing her on all four and thrusting so hard against her that her hands slipped further and her back arched, offering him an open view on her butthole and the scalding flesh of her pussy that he kept hammering heavily. 

“Mhm my rabbit, so fucking hard…” he puffed through gritted teeth, his fingertips printing in the tender flesh on her hips that slapped and rippled indecently. He was so deep inside of her, hitting her tight depths harshly, that a primal state awakened with their echoing grunts that brought them ever so closer to the animals they used to hunt.  

“Lassen, fuck, Lassen…” a high cry died in her throat as her jaw clenched and her body stiffened under the reach of the climax, her walls pulsing spasmodically on Anders burning cock. The tremors that followed and ran through her body triggered his own orgasm, soon filling her with his thick fluid in a raucous and raw relief, pulling her roughly in some last shakes before she collapsed on the ground under his weight.

Through their sonorous breaths, slowly descending from their enjoyment, Anders seated back and delighted in the sight of her rapidly rising back veiled with sweat, her disheveled crimson hair scattered on the ground over her face, and her laying body lasciviously offered to his eyes. Hell, she was such a sight to behold. 

Leaning forward, he laid on her back, catching the pace of her breathing, taking in the warm scent of her hair and tugged his legs in between hers. 

“I missed you too, Lassen.” she whispered tenderly after a moment, as a confession. 

Anders’ chest rose with an inhale full of pride at these first meaningful words she had ever addressed him. 

“Edin, after the war is over, would you have me back?” he asked softly against the back of her head with a hint of hopeful concern in his voice. 

He could not see it but she smiled under her hair before raising her chest and standing on her elbows, turning her face to him as he backed his head a little to rest on his arm.

Her eyes traveled across his face, thoroughly detailing the lines and shapes of his features with content. 

“Have ye guessed what Edin means ?” she finally questioned with a little grin. Anders slowly shaked a no with his head. “ Place of pleasure… ” she resumed with a lusty spark in her eyes, “So, whenever ye need comfort during the troubled times ye’ll go through, remember, this place is all yours to come back to.”

His face gleamed with joy, a bright smile widening his lips before he kissed her unexpectedly. A soft peck turned into two, then three, then into even more, longer, deeper kisses. Their hands started wandering on each other's body and their caresses became embraces. Before they knew it, they were making love again. 

It was fortunate that the village was quiet and the neighbours were rare in the vicinity of her house; no one to inquire why her door was still wide open the next day with military gear and clothes scattered all over the porch, no nosy witness of the unhinged moans and whimpers that emanated from inside the house from time to time. 

Anyway, even if there were people nearby, no one would have caught a glimpse of them outside for two entire days.

*****

Notes:

*m'eudail : scottish gaelic for "my darling, my dear"

*skat : danish for "darling"

[itsstrange]

Hey Ya’ll.

I’m Planning On Posting Something Meanwhile I Finish My Other Fic I’ve Got In The Works!

I Was Originally Going To Wait To Update My Publication After a Month Or So Like I Always Do, But I Think I’m Gonna Start Updating This Page With New Fics Every Other 2-3 Weeks. That’s IF The Fic Is Nearly Finished and IF It’s Ready To Be Published!! 🩵

So With That Being Said! This Upcoming Fic Is For All The Boys Fandom Out there! 🫶🩵

P.S: My Next Publication Afterwards Will Be Jack Reacher. Aka, Alan Ritchson! So Stay Tuned For that!!

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

Meet the new Leverage team.

The master mind : Timothy Northood

Grifter : Amélia Wesson

Hacker : Liam Mills

Thief : Kate Williams

Hitter : Caleb Sinners

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

What if...Alan Ritchson had played Thor?

[siremasterlawrence]

Magic Delivery Service: The Kit

The magical Kit appears on my front door step when a knock pounds on my door hard waking me up from a deep sleep and my feet dragging across the floor. Opening the door the package is wrapped up like a gift picking it up and walking inside of the building and place it on the table as I unwrap it. The box burst open with enough energy to lite a room up surging like magic it fills the room with an electric current and inside of the package is a tiny box.

The box says magic kit to my surprise I felt like rolling my eyes but I was left intrigued more so and ripped it open and only to find instructions. I read it carefully informing me on how this musts be done precisely and with all of the utmost care in him and I quickly retrieve the vial of magic mix. Uncorking the top I take a whiff of the concoction alerting me to how dangerous this is and I begin to plan how I will build him and I mean the perfect sub just for me.

What I did not expect when I poured the man contents in the box in to a pot of boiling water as they mix and become one a power of energy. The nectar worthy of a God likemyself after it comes to a thick body and sweet smell the contents are pouring in tothe bottle and shaken well before I gulp every last drop down. Everything in is glowing about the room before I faint it all goes black I have no memory with everything or anything else when I wake up.

“Woah! What happened?”

“Welcome! It’s a store for you “

“For me?”

“Just for you “

“I don’t understand “

“Build a submissive “

“Huh?”

“Everything is free “

“Whats the catch?”

“Nothing! Pick and choose”

“Make a man out of all your faves “

“Right! This is highly unusual “

“No more than usual “

“Here we go! Let’s start here”

“I get ten guys to mix and match “

“Just drop the dolls of them in to the pot”

“Then mix well! Have fun”

“Whatever! Colton Haynes “

“Oh! Robbie Amell”

“This is beyond freaky”

The story is a gigantic revolving door that is surrounding me like a damn maze covering me up like it is swallowing me up and I can not believe it when I see a Tyler Hoechlin like Installment. I crack up a bit watching this cut out poster as it only hits to the twisted reality of it all transcending the wonderful outcome to come and I sigh for a bit grabbing Tyler figure from the stall.I can’t imagine what a concoction I could piece together with all these moving parts within it and quickly moving fast on to the next installation and I could not believe my eyes at what I saw.

Sebastian Stan is next on the list when Istop to see those magnetic eyes reachingfor the doll to land in the palm of my handsand I grasp it tightly and throw it in to the pot. The chemical serum exploding ever high flushing down the sides of the pot asit ever flows growing more and changing colorful patterns one after another to myamazement. The reality of my situation ishitting me like a ton of bricks shaking me to my core and he fell to the floor patterns lighting up under me and they become one as expected.

“Can I help you Sir?”

“Who are you?”

“Your concierge to the store”

“Anything you want”

“Henry Cavill”

“Excellent choice!”

“You don’t need to say it”

“I mean it sir “

“Do you?”

“Hmmmm”

“Yes”

“May I drop him in?”

“Of course! “

“Who else?”

“Brandon Routh?”

“Sexy pick”

“Naturally! I know my stuff “

“Will you marry this man?”

“Hell no!”

“Then what?”

“He is a slave “

“A puppet”

“A property”

“Do you love me?”

“YES!”

“It’s bubbling”

“Wooohooo!”

“He will be yours”

“You will be his man”

“Sir Yes Sir”

Walking further to the back of the store I find myself a bit lost until I see the conveyor belt rolling on and I pour layers of the mixed serum and watch it pool together spreading till covers everything. It consumes the whole sanction racing in to the melding section of the room and the molding pieces begin to press together forming a mold of particular muscular titan. Yes! It is him the man, myth and the legend we know as Jack Reacher on Amazons Reacher AKA Alan Ritchson my major crush now and soon to be the flesh and the skeleton of my slaves body.

A laugh a bit right now watching the process happen happily with multiple layers of the serum washing over him and forming a newskin but it’s atom Hardy’s skin tone and his face mixing well. He is such a fine specimen I won’t to jump his bones right now but I truly know I can’t obviously do it and imagine I am laying my body on his and fucking him ever so raw to he is hard as blue in his face right now. The mold is completely in process with the steam filling up the area drawing in air from the room and strolling past his body and he is fully forming a new man my ideal mold forever.

Hugh Jackman’s entire musical catalog play and films are playing over the speaker loudwith such precision recalibrating his voice and given him a strong Australian accent that mimics Hugh Jackman’s perfectly for me. All of a sudden as the puppet begins to play on mimic his singing voice perfectly giving me everything I desire and want inhim he is also playful, sexy, sexy, a great dresser and my body is growing so hardnow. “Keep up the good work in training that voice! This is so fucking amazing Icannot believe this really. What luck!”I shout at the roof tops at my latest victory and the conquest.

“The skin is sprayed”

“So tan”

“So luscious “

“So beautiful “

“My new pet”

“What a object”

“My goodness”

“You are the world “

“You are my world”

“Give him a new finish”

“Heavy influence “

“What kind?”

“Ian Bohen “

“He is hot”

“Ian Bohen “

“Yes the wax”

“What’s it created with?”

“Sweat “

“My slave “

“My property”

“My life “

“Master! I am at your service”

“Hurry up! Get your ass over “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[l0singsdogs]

Sometimes when I read fanfics, I have three versions of Batman in my head.

The first version is Battinson (Robert Pattinson)—the version where everyone is still young, Bruce is a first-time father, and everything is complicated and happening for the first time. It’s that version that comes to mind in fics where Dick is meeting a younger Batman, or when Jason comes back into Bruce’s life (because, really, Robert Pattinson is only 38), so I imagine that Bruce. His family is still young, they still have so much left to do together. Everything feels like a first-time experience—they're all just too young. Especially in those fics where they say Bruce adopted his kids much earlier. That’s the Bruce I picture.

The second version I imagine is Batfleck… and that’s usually the one I see in the sadder fics. When everyone’s older, Jason has come back but things are still complicated and way too sad. Those fics where Dick has to take on the mantle of Batman, where everyone is separated, and Jason is still estranged from the family. Because… please, every time I saw that man in Zack Snyder’s version, I thought: that man is alone. His family is falling apart little by little. He gives off the whole vibe of a tired dad who’s slowly losing to nostalgia. He’s exhausted and all he really wants is for everyone to be together again. Also… I could write a whole essay on why he’s perfect for certain vibes in the fics I read. And when I read those fics where he’s a soft, spoiling grandfather? That’s the Bruce I picture.

Lastly, a bit controversial… Alan Ritchson. But that’s for the fics where Bruce has no one. Where he’s a lonely man. Where Batman exists in a world without anyone beside him, where he’s just trying to save his city on his own. Those darker versions where he’s a bit more savage, where he’s lost his humanity and is, more than anything, just Batman. A lone outlaw.

Of course, I have other versions for Batman Beyond and alternate universes, but those are the ones I picture most often—sometimes it’s just a specific comic version that pops into my head. But I always like imagining Batfleck, because he always has that vibe—that feeling of someone who truly needs his family back.

Well, that’s my essay for today on fancasts.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Alan’s Spa Day

Alan Ritchson flew off the continent of North America to secret hidden location of his own choice as the helicopter lands the propellers stop and he exits to see one skinny young man who is awaiting him. Alan stood tall over him like fucking tower built like a tank walking up to him as his feet pounds the feet because he is so god damn heavy and walks in to a swinging door to his new life. The man guiding him in to the side hall way to lead him in to the locker room as he lifts his shirt up exposing his body to the air that inhabits the room something about the room gets to him. The shirt flips through the air as his hands land on to his pants firmly landing on to the tip of his as he swoons and he his hands are now firmly planted on to his belt as he is at it undoing the belt letting it drop to the floor in a quick action. The man exits the room in to another side of the building standing in front of a private control booth closing the door as I flick the switch and everything locks down flicking another switch as the intensity of the air fills the room.He begins to swoon as I can hear him begin to struggle removing his pants kicking them off of his feet landing on to the bench he is sweating and wiping off the watts on his body he takes a deep huff and he laughs his butt off.I flip another switch as the camera blurs on to the television dropping his pants as his defining muscles sculpting like a God begin to ripple before me, he spun about with his ass so huge popping up as if jiggle a bit in action. A smile spreading across his face with facial expression as he bigs to giggle loudly out of control, he grabs his cock to begin to play with it slinging down as he is stroking with it so hard and I can’t wait to see the moment he cums. “OH FUCK! AHH! WHAT? OOOHHH! How the hell am I so hard right now? I can’t cum! What the fuck? Ahh fuck! FUCK!” He screams as his back falls on to the bench crying pain, pleasure and lust.

“Behind a door panel with lift upward to the ceiling.”

“I see it! Should I walk through.”

“Obviously! Hurry up”

“Yes Sir!”

“Put on the clothes I left on the bed”

“Yes Sir! Why do I feel so hard and weird?”

“It’s the air purifier cleaning you up “

“Oh duh! This is a spa”

“You funded the venture “

“It’s a celebrity private club”

“Do some poses “

“Yeah grab that guitar “

“Do some dances “

“Bust a move”

“Oh God! I am hard “

“Show me some ass”

“You are hot”

“Bitch please “

“They are for the sponsorship”

“Every ad campaign”

“Imagine you are so hot”

“Everyone wants you “

“Wants to be “

“Haha”

“You think so?”

“Don’t Move”

“Sorry babe!”

“Babe!”

“We are together “

“You got it”

“Do you love me Alan?”

“From here to the moon”

“Yes babe”

“Join me babe”

“Hell yeah!”

“I’ll be in the spa”

“I love it”

“What dummy?”

“You grabbed my ass”

“Swat”

“Ouch!”

“Follow the arrow”

“Wicked it’s gym”

“It’s 2024”

“Whatever “

“Get to work bitch”

“I love being demeaned “

“Fuck off!”

“You are hot”

“I know “

“Babe”

“Yes babe”

“Mind if I sit on your lap”

“Getting hard “

“Good job!”

“What a bitch?”

“Thank you sir”

“I think I’ll cop a few”

“Do what you want?”

“That not me”

“Swat”

“Oh God!”

“I am hard”

“Damn! You are awesome “

“You are using me”

“I can’t wait to fuck you”

“Oh yeah?”

“Rock you like a jungle gym”

“Make you swoon”

“Yes babe”

“I am all yours “

“What did you do to me?”

STOP!”

“Excuse me!”

“You are teasing me”

“No! I am not “

“Bro”

“Fine”

“I’ll fuck you”

“The spa is awesome “

“It’s special “

“Indeed”

“It fixes you “

“Improves your health “

“Dumbs you down”

“Makes you a bro”

“Makes you addicted “

“Drives you mad”

“I became yours”

the end

[eowynstwin]

About Ghost’s face—generally I don’t like Alan Ritchson for Ghost, I think most of the time he’s too pretty, but this angle and this level of beat up gets close to what I imagine for Ghost. Y’know, minus the blood. Sometimes.

Just, a bit odd looking. A handsome kind of ugly. You know what I mean.

[manganiello]

imagining Alan Ritchson in the next Magic Mike movie in a thong

[myfandomrealitea]

Hey so i was wondering if you have a piece on how fanfics about real people. Been in fandoms since 2012 and well growing up in such places you learn ( just like you wrote in your fanfic’s are a restaurant, don’t order it if you don’t like it)

(All within reason)

You can enjoy what to read. Your business no need to push it down someone’s throat neither is someone pushing anything for you to like. Don’t like it, it isn’t for you, move on.

I wrote something recently saying how surprised i am I didn’t find fanfic’s on a certain actor, seen as there is always something for everyone. Then someone jumps my throat and says how unacceptable it is to write about actual people.

I remember vividly this conversation has been had in the sherlock fandom when Benedict found some fic’s about him and it started the conversation “ actor fanfic’s; okay or not”

I told this person to move on and mind their business. If it isn’t for you, move on. There is plenty of fanfics for henry cavill / jensen ackels and other known actors so what is the problem with me asking about a new person who is on the come up. It isn’t a niche choice i know that actor ( alan ritchson) is going to have quite the fanbase after the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare.

So please tell me, am i crazy? I remember the debate years ago on fanfic morality being settled with the verdict of “ as long as you are not a creep who is walking up to actors or bothering them with fic’s about THEM not characters and keeping to yourself as ang other fic… you do you”

RPF is a touchy spot for a lot of people, but in short, writing RPF is perfectly fine provided you follow the typical safeguarding measures such as using sites like AO3, using proper tags to enable blacklisting, ect.

RPF is not and frankly has never been the problem. The problem is specific individuals with no regard or respect for real life boundaries and proper conduct.

Celebrities know RPF happens. Trust me; they know. They know people are on specific websites writing the nastiest rawdogging you can imagine.

Celebrities are also aware of the means by which they can avoid it. They are not clueless little creatures bumbling around and accidentally finding the likes of AO3. They know.

Just like with fan-to-fan content, its our job as their fans to respect their boundaries and choices by giving them the appropriate measures by which to control what parts of our world they see.

(Its part of why you'll never see me on the likes of Twitter sharing fanfic, fanart, ect. The filtering tools on Twitter are frankly appalling and the knowledge that my monsterfucking eggpreg ABO dystopian smutverse could end up on Henry Cavill's homefeed would leave me actually killing myself with a hammer.)

[labeteenmoi]

Little rabbit

Part 2 / part 1 here / part 3 here

Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Pairing: Anders Lassen x OC

Warnings: nothing to fear here except nudity, a little vulgarity and frustration

Words: 2031

Summary: The encounter with Edin quickly left Anders Lassen eager for more of her company and he's ready to go some lengths for it.

Notes: see part 1 for context. Keeping it short and kinky (like me) but there's a third part coming...

*****

Fitness, speed marches and weapons training were fine activities to clear one’s head and forget for a moment whatever trouble runs through the mind on a calm day. However, despite his usual commitment, there was one particular thought that kept popping in Anders Lassen’s head from time to time, in the form of a spirited young woman, and it didn’t feel at all like trouble to him.

The possibility of meeting her again at lunch time kept bringing a blissful smile on his face and somehow time ran faster than usual. But when the anticipated moment came, the hare huntress was nowhere to be seen around the canteen, and no wild boar on the menu. 

With his mood slightly impacted by disappointment, the afternoon went not as smoothly and the return to the canteen for the supper seemed to present itself just as uneventful; again, no ginger-haired girl in sight.

“Thir ye go, lads!” cheerfully went Magaidh, putting on the table a large platter overflowing with brownish mouth-watering pieces of roast meat.

“Well, it sure doesn’t look like rabbit…” remarked the young volunteer Henry Hayes, ogling at the plate with envy from his seat.

“Hare, Haysie,” gently corrected Anders whose face had finally enlightened with a cunning little smile.

“Indeed, Mr. Hayes, that’s th’boar Mr. Lassen caught this morning with ma Edin! She’s made a feast out of it fur ye boys!” proudly said the round woman. “And tis’ the blood sauce she made out of that animal as well, fur ye Mr. Lassen!” she added, holding a bowl full of a thick, silky, deep burgundy-colored sauce in front of the Danish officer.

“For me, she said?” questioned Anders with a gleam in the eyes.

“Absolutely, Mr. Lassen, er…she asked me to tell ye that blood is th’ best remedy fo’ weakened warriors.” she replied with a slightly constricted expression. The men at the table chuckled at the audacity. “But don’t ye blame her, m'eudail, she’s a bit of a mockingbird that girl.” she hastily added with a sorrowful frown, eager not to hurt Lassen’s ego.

However, the contented grin thriving on Ander’s face left no doubt of how harmless it sounded to him.

Without further ado, Gus unceremoniously stuck his fork into a piece of meat and dove it into the bowl of sauce before engulfing it with gluttony. “Bloody hell!” he mumbled with his mouth full, beaming with delight, “This is good!”

All encouraged by their Major’s example, the men all dove in and in no time the boar and its bloody sauce became a delicious memory. 

“I have to thank her for that!” Lassen exhaled with satisfaction, falling back in his chair with a tapping on his stomach.

“As we all should, Lassen!” exclaimed Gus, approved by the volunteers cheerful “yeah’s”.

“Magaidh, is Edin here, darling?” questioned Anders to the woman who had come to pick up the empty dishes.

“Am afraid not Mr. Lassen, she had finished her chores. My guess’ she’s off to th’ woods…again. That girl’s relentless, can’t ever stay put and away from those trees fur too long it seems…” she sighs, shaking her head.

“Hmm… I guess I’m out for a digestive stroll then, Major,” slightly nodded Anders with a resigned pout.

“You have fun, my good man. Mind the curfew, though.” Gus jested, mimicking Anders’ pout under his moustache. 

***

The sun was still beaming in the late afternoon, however its springly rays were starting to simmer down, and a slight mist showed its premises in the sky already, ready to settle on the ground during the night ahead. There was still enough light though to follow the slim track Edin had left behind in the forest. 

Reminding where he had found her that same morning, Anders had already supposed that’s where he would most likely find her anyway. He stood incorrected. Well, more or less. She had been where he was standing; some little scratches in the moss and fresh footsteps in the damped dirt proved him that much, and the snare traps he spotted were all set for a new catch, but she wasn’t there anymore.

The officer pressed on and walked deeper into the woods until he came to a large and beautiful expanse of peaceful water which he assumed to be the Loch Arkaig which bordered the forest. As he approached, he spotted clothes laying on the ground near the loch shore and recognized Edin’s boots and leather bag. Searching the misty surface of the loch, his eyes finally fell on a tiny head with brazen highlights moving slightly on the water line.

“Oi! Little rabbit!” Anders shouted excitedly, waving a hand when the head turned around, “that's a brilliant idea!”

Edin could not miss this colossus’ sight, even from afar in the loch. After their meeting, and especially after what she had done with the boar, she had a good feeling that she would see him again soon, but not so soon and not by surprise, again.

While she didn't know yet how bad she wanted to peek at the wonders certainly lying beneath Anders Lassen's clothes, he still managed to exceed her expectations: he was undressing. Placing his bow and arrows on the ground with gusto, he flexibly removed his training uniform down to his underwear, which he removed as well.

 That was quite something to see and for a moment she stood there, stunned, as she stared at the naked man entering the water, both impressed at his incredible shape and at his obvious lack of decency. A rather refreshing man he was. 

“What can I do fo’ ye, Mr. Lassen?” she asked with a teasing tone as he kept coming closer, “Needing my help to some fish, now?”

“That boar was quite fulfilling already, thank you…” he uttered between soft pants as he approached her swimming. Edin started discreetly swimming backwards, watching him trying to catch up to her with a slight smirk. “Isn't it risky to come here by yourself, skat*?” 

“How so ?”

“Hmm… you might have noticed but there's a military camp nearby, and it's full of lonely young men who'd er… love a feminine company.” Anders voiced between two long strokes in the water that seemed useless compared to the space still ahead. 

“Oh… I see…” she retorted with a fake worried frown. Anders enhanced the propelling movements of his arms, and so did she, now overtly trying to keep a distance between them. “Well, now that ye mention it, I think there's one of them following me… Do ye think he's after my… feminine company?”

Getting the little game she was playing on him, Lassen smirked, and pushed strongly forward, finally gaining ground in a significant way before explaining: “Well, he's not picky about company, but I think he's definitely curious about you.”

The girl started turning to change direction, seeing him getting closer by the second. “Then he better be faster to catch me…” she playfully let out, suddenly kicking the surface and splashing Anders's face with a chuckle. 

“You… Argh… Come back here, you tricky little rabbit !” he grunted cheerfully, hastily shaking the water off his glasses before jumping after the girl and grabbing her ankle before she managed to swim away. 

Edin let out a high-pitched cry when caught but laughed when he effortlessly pulled her backwards like she was weightless, bringing her against him with a cackle and holding her firmly by the waist.

“Quite the hunter, aren't ye, Mr. Lassen?” she tauntingly jested, feeling the warm firmness of his chest against her back. 

He hummed satisfiedly at the pleasantry, sliding his hands slowly over her belly under water. 

“Hmm, your skin is quite fresh, Edin.”

“Hmm, but yours’ quite hot, Anders…” she murmured, reaching for his arms and sliding her fingers over his strong hands, holding his momentum before he reached for her breasts. 

He sighed with a smile and tightened his grip around her, making obvious that he was indeed getting increasingly aroused by the contact of her bare body against his. Instead of the shocked objection a barely met decent lady would have raised for this rather inappropriate behaviour, she looked over her shoulder and addressed him with the most enigmatic cheeky look he had ever been given.

Not that he didn't think of her as decent, but there was definitely nothing ladylike about her and Lassen wasn't one to remain insensitive to such an adventurous spirit, even less when it matched his own. 

Had he known her a little bit better though, he would have guessed the mischievousness lying beneath her seductive expression when she swiftly turned around to face him, sliding  between his arms like an eel and overtly pressing her hardening breasts on his chest with a suggestive smile.

Anders hummed deeply at the soft contact with a satisfied smile. 

“Edin… Does your name have a meaning in your language ?” he muttered, seductively squinting. 

She tilted her head to the side with a soft grin. “It does… Maybe you'll find it fur yerself, Mr Lassen.”

“Well, I do love a challenge.” he facetiously nodded.

“Didn't expect it otherwise.” she confidently smirked back.

He smiled widely at her and narrowed his hold again, his hands pressing down her long hair on her back. The growing stiffness of his cock was not lost on her as she felt it twitch against her sex. She threw a swift look down, eying with undisguised rapture the furrows and curves drawn upon his chest and laid her hands on it, lasciviously running her fingers over the defined contours of his collarbones then down his thorax, so vast she could hardly embrace it with one only look at this proximity. 

As Anders leaned over slightly with his eyes upon her lips as the aim to reach, she murmured with that same eerie look that had fascinated him: “Let me show ye something, warrior. Don't move.”

The officer let her slide down slowly over his body, watching her face slowly disappear under the water line at his chest as she let herself sink, her cheek brushing his skin all along and her fingers travelling across his sides. He gasped at the sky when he felt her breasts on his cock and her hands travel across his waist, reaching for his bottom where she wandered and pleasingly groped the firm flesh. She kept on going down, invisible in the darkening waters of the early evening to his eyes, and he jerked a little at the proximity of her mouth to his sex, maliciously blowing bubbles against the hollow of his groin, his skin bristling under the wave of tingles that ran through him and lingered long enough for Edin to furtively swim away.

And suddenly nothing. The time for Lassen to come to him and she wasn’t there anymore. He frantically searched the surface around him and fell upon her emerging head already nearing the shore, looking back with a smirk.

“Well done, tricky little rabbit!” he sneered, shaking his head, “Will you come back, now?”

Edin started walking out of the water, wringing out her long hair while progressively revealing her naked body with just as much decency as he had shown before, and that kept him at a loss for words for a moment, watching her reaching for her clothes on the rocky ground.

“It’s getting quite late, Mr. Lassen,” she voiced calmly, pulling her dress over her still-soaked body, “let’s not tempt the kelpie any longer, shall we…” she added, putting on her boots.

“Edin!” Anders called out, finally starting to move across the loch.

“Ye have a good night, Mr. Lassen!” she let out with a mocking smile at him before grabbing her bag and turning her back.

“Edin, where are you going?!” he bellowed in disbelief, watching her trotting away “What’s a kelpie?!”

But she had already disappeared amongst the trees, and he gave up. The cunning girl, he thought, dreamily sighing as he let go of his foothold and let his body be carried by the water, his eyes lost on the skies, surely Edin has something to do with some Gaelic trickster god.

***

Ending Notes:

*skat : danish for "darling"

[thetzar]

Gloss & Cashmere

They were by far my Favourite Victors/Tributes:

• They were both Classically Beautiful.

• Perfect Casting Alan Ritchson & Stephanie Leigh Schlund whom are both literally G O R G E O U S.

• Back to Back Winners (63th Hunger Games & 64th Hunger Games). Impressive, I dare say.

• They were thick as thieves.

• Their Relationship, it's cute for me to think that Cashmere looks up to her Brother only for her to Volunteer 🙋‍♀️ for the next game. (Yes, I am aware that the Careers mostly Volunteer so it is normal).

• If Gloss was considered a Desirable Victor , I can't fathom on how he must've tried to stop Cashmere from Volunteering knowing what he had to endure with the Capital Pervs & President Snow.

• If Cashmere did went behind Gloss in persistent to Volunteer after ignoring his plea or warning ⚠️ he would've been flabbergasted knowing his sister would face the same fate.

• I believe they both believed in each other that they would Survive without a doubt.

• They also know how to work the crowd specifically the Capitol.

• 100% Gloss was a Desirable Victor along side Cashmere . (Those Capitol Pervs would have alot of despicable/disturbing ideas on those two).

• The reaping for the 75th Hunger Games for District 1, 100% was rigged for two siblings. Coincidence ¿ I think not.

• Probably Gloss Voluntered after Cashmere was Picked ?

• Wasted potential in the 75th Hunger Games.

• I wouldn't be shocked if Snow actually wanted them dead since they would know alot about the secrets of the Capitol Pervs that used them.

• Cute that they invited Katniss to make a Hammock together & was described as 'polite but cool,' by katniss.

• Both suffered grievously (Sibling Trauma Bond).

• Can't imagine how their Parents must have felt when they were going back for the 75th Hunger Games, eventually losing both of them.  (Good Grief)

[annaphoenix1994]

Author's Interpretation of Characters

Masterlist - First Chapter

From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely thank you for considering reading this story! Throughout writing it, I've gathered images of my interpretation of what the characters will look like based on my opinion from information from the Call of Duty franchise as well as details from the comics. This is also a list of the main characters that have the most interaction! Please voice your opinions! I would love to see them!

I hope you enjoy! 

-A

Before we get to the introduction of characters, let's go over a little legend for understanding context for this story! 

^ Alan Ritchson as Simon Riley. Him in Reacher is just... *chef's kiss.*

^ Blake Lively as Kiera Dutton/Riley. I've gone back and forth between her and Kelly Reilly from Yellowstone since I reference Yellowstone a lot throughout this book and love Beth's character and we all know how intimidating she is! But I chose Blake Lively because she can look intimidating as well as look super sweet and I think that creates the balance I'm looking for with Kiera's character. And she's so pretty! 

^ Barry Sloane as Captain Price - of course! I personally don't think anyone else could bring Price's character to life like Barry!

^ Elliot Knight as Gaz - of course! 

^ Alain Mesa as Alejandro - of course! 

^ Bayardo de Murguia as Rudy - of course!

^ Neil Ellice as Soap - of course! 

^ Rohan Campbell as Jacob Riley (adult) - He was amazing in Halloween Ends and I think I saw a lot of similarities for him to fit into the image I portrayed for when Jacob grows up!

^ Isabel May as Evie Riley (adult). 

^ Jennifer Landon as Teeter - of course! We all need some comedic relief!

^ Buck Taylor as Charles "Bud" Dutton - Kiera's father. This man is one of the many damn great cowboys and I love his personality! He is also in Yellowstone!

^ Debra Jo Rupp as Eva Dutton - Kiera's mother - Okay, who doesn't love this woman? She is so sweet and charming, and I can definitely imagine her as a sweet and loving mother who can also get business done!

^ Kyle Silverstein as Baler Harrison (first appearance in chapter 87) - a new character that will have a rocky relationship with Simon and Kiera as his future is only held within their hands.

[0heymoon]

I just saw a post on my recommended dash 'Put men in burqas'.

I don't know if it was a serious post. My autism can't always tell.

And I thought hell no, they'd be even scarier. Imagine an Alan Ritchson looking type in a burqa, he'd look like some Ringwraith, Dark Lord. And with a level of anonymity they could get up to even more atrocious things without being caught.