#did NOT feel like looking up a ref for his room while i did this so i literally just made everything up

[oogaboogaghosttt]

[ID: A digital painting of Mikey from 2012 tmnt lying on his bed in his messy bedroom. He is lying on his stomach propped up on his elbows with his feet kicked up behind him. He’s reading a comic with headphones on. His room is dimly lit by a string of rainbow christmas lights, washing the room in a pink light. There is garbage, dirty clothes, comics, and toys littered around in the floor. There are posters and shelves with action figures on them hung on the wall, along with his nun-chucks and bandana. END ID]

posting this 1 by itself bc ya.... this was perspective practice so my focus wasnt rlly the lighting which is why its a little wonkay BUT it was fun to do so its ok 👍

[nadvs]

omg what if basketball!rafe takes reader out to dinner after a game or something, from sleeping with the enemy’s pleaseee

AHH SO CUTE YES OFC 🙂‍↕️

based on this fic

they keep hooking up after their first night together and rafe is in shock over how good the sex is and how much he enjoys her company. he’s a ‘hit it and quit it’ type of guy but he cannot get enough of her to the point where he can hardly wait for games against her college’s team because it’s a promise that he’ll see her.

one night a few weeks after they start being friends with benefits, his team suffers a loss by a few points against their worst rivals. he’s seething. the result of a game has a crazy effect on him. it always does.

he finds her courtside and while everyone around her is celebrating, she goes still once she notices him approaching her.

“close game,” she says, tilting her head while she looks up at him. at this point, she knows well enough how hard losses hit him.

eyes are on them. she can feel people judging how close she’s gotten to her side of the rivalry’s most hated athlete, but she doesn’t care.

rafe can tell she’s trying to make him feel better. underneath their usual harsh sarcasm and jokey insults, they’re two people who have a friendship built on sincere compatibility.

“your refs should be fired,” he mutters, pissed at how many calls against his opponents were missed. he’s sweaty and breathless from the game, his chest rising and falling at full tilt.

“oh, i’ll personally see to it,” she jokes. he scoffs, hating that he can’t stifle his smile.

“be ready in an hour,” rafe tells her. “i’ll pick you up from your dorm.”

“for what?”

“dinner,” he says assertively.

before he leaves, he pulls her in for a kiss. it’s a bonus that her ex sees. when she told him she wasn’t interested in max anymore, rafe couldn’t believe how relieved he was. he may have lost the game, but he won the girl.

rafe typically lays into his teammates after a bad loss. he’s a harsh captain but the guys respect him for it. but that night, he’s uncharacteristically quiet in the locker room. he’d never admit it to anyone, but knowing he’ll see her after this makes his anger lose its power.

she’s surprised that the restaurant he picked is as elegant as it is. she knows he came from money, but this place is nice. as they settle across from each other in a booth, she’s glad she dressed up.

“i didn’t say this,” she says, looking down at her menu, “but you’re right. the refs missed a lot of travelling on our side.”

“what?” rafe says, amused. “whatever happened to loyalty?”

“i told you i didn’t say anything,” she reiterates.

he taps his knuckles on the tabletop lightly, studying her.

“you don’t have to bullshit me,” he tells her.

“rafe,” she says seriously. “when do we ever bullshit each other?”

he meets her gaze, taking in how pretty she looks tonight. they’re just friends but on the outside, this looks like a date. he doesn’t mind.

“and you need to chill with the pushing,” she tells him. “you almost got fouled out.”

“did i?” he says with a laugh. he knows he did. he finds quite a lot of sick satisfaction in shoving his opponents.

“shut up,” she chuckles. “you won’t be laughing when you get benched.”

“don’t want that,” rafe mumbles. “who will you stare at then?”

“you stare at me,” she replies. “you said it yourself the first night we hooked up.”

“why are you thinking about hooking up right now?” he says, looking around the room. “this is a classy place.”

“you’re annoying as hell,” she laughs. “and for that, i’m ordering the most expensive thing. unless you’re not paying?”

“i’m paying,” he confirms. he doesn’t even want to joke about that. “and i’m coming over after.”

“depends on how this date goes,” she quips, looking back down at the menu.

rafe loves how laidback she is. how she can call it a date, but not expect him to be her boyfriend. it’s so easy with her. no expectations. just fun.

he never felt this good this fast after a loss. he doesn’t ever feel this relaxed with anyone. she may just be his best friend at this point.

she looks up, noticing his eyes on her.

“staring again?” she teases.

just a few seconds ago, she asked when they bullshit each other. they never do. he’d like to stick to that.

“yeah. you look good,” he tells her.

her skin flushes hot. she eyes him, the way the dim lighting washes over the planes of his face, the way he put an effort in tonight, dressing in a button-down instead of the usual t-shirt and sweats he wears whenever they meet for a booty call.

“at the risk of stroking your ego, so do you,” she replies.

“what else d’you wanna stroke?”

“jesus christ,” she laughs, nudging his knee under the table. he smirks.

whatever tense feelings were left over from tonight’s loss are gone now. he’s good. happy, even.

[bouncybongfairy]

Not A Peep

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You're a medic on Task Force 141 and Ghost finds out you have a thing for him when you get flustered stitching him up. Once you guys get back to the barracks, he fucks your throat under a desk.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Dom Ghost, Face Fucking, Rough Smut, BJ Under Desk

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

It was easy to separate yourself from all the stories being told while studying to be a combat medic. Tales about women falling for soldiers and then being immortally traumatized from watching the war take its effect on him. Whether it be emotionally or physically, the horror stories were gruesome. One teacher talked about how she had to treat her fiance after he’d been shot in the arm, apparently it fucked her up for a while. In a way, you would mock the fact that anyone would put themselves in that situation. Falling in love with someone with such a high risk job. It seemed like common sense not to put your heart on the line, especially when it could affect your job. 

That was until I met Simon and you started to understand that those wives tales weren’t so far fetched. The two of you didn’t talk much but it always felt like there was so much tension. Constantly making eye contact, becoming flustered and tongue tied whenever he spoke to you. Avoiding him when you could, not liking the feeling of your heart racing when you did. He held so much emotion in his eyes, like he was projecting his thoughts through eye contact. On a recent mission, a bullet brushed past the area above his hip bone; creating a laceration that needed stitches. Barding into the tent and pulling his pants down and shedding his gear.

 Immediately you get on your knees, pulling everything you needed to treat him out of your tactical vest. Looking up just before starting the first stitch, he was already looking down at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed onto you. Blood was running down, trailing down the contour of his v-line. Hands started shaking slightly, especially as he started to moan and curse in pain. Even though you were fully aware his reaction was from discomfort, you couldn’t but imagine if it… wasn’t. 

He was watching you like a hawk, swiveling his head to watch you whenever you grabbed gauze. All hope that he didn’t notice you acting flustered was ditched when you started feeling dizzy, swaying a little. He grabbed your arm to prevent you from falling, your partner taking over. Now back in the barracks, you took a long hot shower. Trying to figure out why you got so in your head, the water began to run cold. Prompting you to get out and get dressed, walking back into your room. Ghost who was stripped of gear, laying back on the bed supporting his weight with his elbows. 

“Do you need me to redress that for you?” you asked, assuming he was waiting to see you about his wound. 

“No. Do you need me to undress you?” he asked, sitting up. 

“I- What?” you asked, taken off guard. 

“Do you. Need me to. Undress you?” he asked slower, like you were too dumb to answer the question. 

“I don’t understand-” you began saying. 

“No no, I saw you today. The way your eyes widened when you were on your knees in front of me. The desperation and neediness was so potent I could practically smell it on you. I could have taken you right there if I wanted, forced myself into your throat. So hot and bothered you couldn’t even do your job, I consume your thoughts. Don’t act like I don’t” he said, backing you against the desk that was in the corner. 

“I don’t-” he interrupted. 

“Wanna say something you regret,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Dipping it into your mouth, feeling around to see your reaction, “I think it safe to say that if you didn’t want my cock, you wouldn’t be sucking my finger like a whore. Would you?” he asks, you shake your head and in response he gives you a sharp smack on the cheek.

“Would you?” he asks again, giving you a chance to correct your answer. 

“Yes sir,” you say, melting at the way he looked at you. 

“Good girl, get under the desk.” He said, which you did without hesitation. 

He unzipped his fly, struggling for a second to free his member but finally got there. Sitting down in the office chair, rolling into the small space under the desk. Completely trapping you inside the small space. No longer being able to see above his shoulders, not that it mattered when his cock was right in front of you. Every time your lips finally encased his tip, he would use his hand and pull it away. You reach up and try to take his length into your hand. His voice booming through the room as he pulls away a couple inches to look you in the eyes. 

“Put your fucking hand down, you haven’t done anything to deserve it,” he said, scooting back in, using his hand to guide your head down. 

After all the teasing, the feelings of his cock pushing past your lips felt like heaven. Ever since you met him all you could think about was him ravaging you. Using your body for whatever he wanted. A loud groan coming from the back of your throat, his other hand was stroking your cheek. Slowly starting to push your head down further, you gagged which made him chuckle. 

“Fuck, I knew i’d eventually have you gagging around my dick,” he cooed, letting his head fall back. You looked up, now being able to see his exposed jawline. Reaching your hand down and starting to play with yourself. Spreading your wetness around and circling your clit. Moaning as drool and pre-cum started sliding down his shaft. He grabbed your hair and starting to fuck your mouth. His eyes were rolling back, feeling feral hearing the wet slobbering and slapping sounds. There was a knock at the door which made you squeal and try to pull away. 

“Shhhhh!” He hisses before clearing his throat and answering the door. However just before he does, he presses your head down, applying pressure with both hands on the back of your head. Forcing your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. 

“Yeah!” he yelled, Soap opened the door but remained in the doorway. 

“Have you seen y/n? We have training soon,” Soap asked while you were digging your fingernails into his boots, swallowing around his length which hurt slightly.

“Yeah, I think she went to get some fresh air,” Ghost said, stars were forming in your vision. Soap thanked him and promptly exited and Ghost finally let you pull back. Gasping for air and wiping the tears out of your eyes. He moaned as the cold air hit his dick just after getting used to your hot throat. 

“That’s a good girl, just breathe. Yeah, you’re a such a good fucking girl,” he snarled and pulled you back down on you. 

He stood up and balled his fist in your hair, and pinning his hands onto the top of the desk. Essentially locking you into place and he obliterated your throat. Making sure your nose was pressed into his base with every thrust. Not bothering to pull his cock out as he started came. Warm cum flooding down your throat and into your stomach. He pulled out, not wasting any time putting his dick away. You rested your upper body on the now empty chair that sat in front of you. Ghost squatted down and grabbed your wet chin to look up at him before speaking, 

“Firstly, you should thank me for feeding you before training. Secondly, I didn’t make you cum because you left scratch marks on my boot,” he said, walking out of the room.

[mxtantrights]

Boxer Jason who finally lets reader go to his match!! Reader being the ultimate #1 fan during the match and maybe a cute after the match encounter? It would mean a lot if you have any writing time for this!!!

It's a pretty normal match but boxer!Jason feels like it's so much more than that. It's the first match that your'e sitting there watching him. You're not front row, he told you how it could get a bit brutal watching from unclose.

So you took the third row. That's where you'll be.

boxer!Jason lets out a sigh as Alfred knocks on the door and tells him it's time together out there. He can hear the announcer introducing his standings and information.

-

The punch lands. boxer!Jason takes a step back and watches as his opponent struggles a bit. The ref cuts in when his opponent drops to one of his knees. The ref talking in his ear, ask him if he wants to quit.

You yell and boxer!Jason turns around. His eyes scan the crowd until he finds you. Third row. Seat 4. You're standing with a big smile on your face. It makes him smile too.

Probably not a good look to be smiling. boxer!Jason doesn't care right now. Not when you're standing there waving at him. You're dressed in pretty normal clothes, wanting to be comfortable and not wanting to show off.

The bell rings and boxer!Jason turns back around to the ref and his opponent. But his opponent is in the corner of the ring and the ref is coming boxer!Jason's way.

The ref grabs Jason's gloved hand and raises it over his head.

"Winner!" the ref shouts.

The crowd erupts into applause and loud shouting. From his corner, his brother Dick, and his training partner, Roy, come rushing in. Roy puts boxer!Jason on his shoulders as someone hands him the new shiny white and gold belt.

boxer!Jason looks for you, he finds you running up to his corner and standing with Alfred.

-

boxer!Jason closes his locker, his head hanging low. The adrenaline crash he always feels. The winning is a good feeling. But it doesn't last long.

"Hey there champ," you say.

boxer!Jason picks his head. You're standing there at the threshold of the door, your body leaning against it. Your arms are behind your back. boxer!Jason is thinking a lot of thoughts now. That winning adrenaline has nothin on you.

"Come to congratulate me?" He asks.

You nod your head, "and something else."

"What else could-"

You pull your arms from behind you, and the single of keys gets his attention, "Wanna take a drive?"

"But you didn't drive here, I did. I have my keys in my bag." boxer!Jason answers.

You walk right up to him and show off the keys. Ferrari insignia. You didn't drive a Ferrari. Unless somehow between him winning and coming into the locker room to change you went and brought a Ferrari.

"Your brother said we could borrow it." you say.

boxer!Jason smiles and wraps his arms around your middle, "Where are we headed?"

"Well, I was thinking we could use it for...other purposes first." you whisper.

boxer!Jason's eyes go wide. He lets out something between a grunt and a hum and then he's letting you drag him out the locker room and down the hallway to the garage.

a/n: AHHHHHHH I didn't wanna make it a while fic but I hope you enjoy anon!! <33333

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[imnotokayhru]

I fully believe Mouthwashing wouldn’ve had an alternate ending if Jimmy went up in the vent instead of Daisuke

Here’s how it’d go

Jimmy goes up into the vent after some convincing from Daisuke

Daisuke insists he’s too scared to, and Jimmy gives in to his pleading only because he wants him to shut up

The vent ends up breaking just like it did for Daisuke, but the worst that happens to Jimmy is a couple of broken ribs

He’s almost completely fine

Later that night, Swansea and Daisuke are taking while Jimmy’s asleep

They talk about putting Jimmy out of his misery because he’s having a hard time breathing

It’s mostly Daisuke worried about him breathing normally

Swansea is the one suggesting they kill Jimmy

Of course Jimmy wakes up during their conversation, but only listens

Then what causes Jimmy and Swansea’s fight is what Jimmy heard Swansea saying

It ends up going how it goes in the normal game

Jimmy shoots Swansea and Swansea dies

HOWEVER, Daisuke sees Jimmy shooting Swansea and gets upset

For one night, Daisuke thinks about killing Jimmy

He plans it out in his head, but he’s hesitant about it

So, when the time comes, Daisuke confronts Jimmy about killing Swansea

Daisuke: Why did you do it?

Jimmy: What-?

Daisuke: Swansea- Why did you kill him?

Jimmy: I had to. He attacked me-

Daisuke: B-But…You could’ve talked it out! Or- I don’t know. Just…not shot him?

Jimmy: Look, Daisuke-

Daisuke: No! You look, Jimmy! You killed someone! It-It’s not right!

Jimmy: It doesn’t matter, Daisuke. Swansea came at me first.

Daisuke: No! No, no!

Jimmy: I know it’s hard, but-

Daisuke: Your fucking right it’s hard! I thought Anya’s death would be the only one! The only person we had to worry about fucking rotting on this damn ship! But-But no! You killed him! It’s all your fault!

Jimmy: Daisuke, calm down.

Daisuke: I can’t-I can’t- I can’t do this anymore, man.

Jimmy: I know. It’s difficult.

Then, Daisuke later grabs the axe, and waits for Jimmy down in the utility room

Jimmy finds him and tries to convince him not to give into his anger, and to get his shit together

Rightfully so, Daisuke doesn’t listen

Daisuke: I’m gonna do what you didn’t give Swansea the chance to.

Jimmy: Daisuke, please-

And Daisuke beats the shit out of Jimmy with the axe

Daisuke realizes what he’s done after he’s already chopped Jimmy into Twenty Fucking Pieces /ref

He feels extremely guilty, and has a good cry over it for at least 15 minutes

I can imagine there’d be the same surrealist visuals like with Jimmy, but this time it’s more lighthearted

With Swansea comforting Daisuke

Swansea: Listen, kid. Yer a fine mechanic.

Daisuke: …

Swansea: …You didn’t work things out the same as I would’ve, but you did your best.

Daisuke: …Really?

Swansea: Yeah. You clearly learned a hell of a lot.

Daisuke: I guess so. Thanks.

Swansea: It’s the least I can do. After all you’ve been through, I’d be drinking that mouthwash again.

Daisuke: Hah. I think I’ve had enough of the stuff.

Swansea: Me too. Me fuckin’ too.

Finally, Daisuke clears his thoughts, and gets into the cryo pod

He doesn’t know when he’ll be found, but he knows what he can say he learned and who he learned it from

(We can safely assume Captain Curly succumbed to his injuries bc Daisuke forgot about him) (Or maybe Jimmy took care of him before anyone else got the chance to)

[goldfades]

"let me take care of you" and "you're so good to me" with nico, maybe after he comes home after a loss?

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 & 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 | nh¹³

♡ ─ word count | 779

♡ ─ warnings | tired nico, hurt/comfort, nothing else!

♡ ─ ev's notes | nico is so baby, u cannot convince me otherwise

You and Nico opened the door to your home, feeling the exhaustion from the entire day. Nico had the worst game of the season, the whole team had gotten obliterated. Nico's frustration was palpable, his normally vibrant energy subdued by the disappointment of the game. Dropping his hockey bag with a heavy thud, he let out a sigh that echoed through the hallway.

You watched as he walked towards the bedroom, closing the door. You knew he needed some time alone but you wanted to be there for him. You sat on the couch, going on your phone for a little while before getting up and grabbing a bottle of a water, heading to the bedroom.

Nico was laying on the bed when you went in. He had taken a shower, his hair was wet as you approached him with a caring demeanor. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on his face. Nico looked up as you entered, his expression fatigued.

"Mind if I join you?" you asked gently, holding up the bottle of water. He nodded, as you took a seat beside him, offering the water as he sat up.

"Thanks," he said, taking a sip and then placing the bottle on the bedside table. There was a moment of silence as you both collected your thoughts.

"I hate days like these," he admitted, running a hand through his damp hair.

You nodded in understanding. "It's tough, but remember, it doesn't define you. Tomorrow's a new day, and you'll bounce back stronger."

Nico stayed a silent before letting out a sigh. "It was a shitty game. Did you see how they were treating us? Hitting us every chance they got. And the ref, don't even get me fucking started."

"It's frustrating when the game isn't called fairly," you acknowledged, knowing how much integrity mattered to Nico.

Nico sighed again, his gaze fixed on a point in the room. "I just hate feeling helpless out there, you know? Like no matter how hard we tried, the odds were stacked against us."

"I get it," you replied, offering a comforting touch on his arm. "But remember, this doesn't define you or the team. It's one game, and you've got plenty more opportunities to show what you're made of. And hey, maybe the next ref will actually do his job."

He chuckled at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Thanks for being here," he said, turning to look at you. "It helps, a lot."

You smiled at Nico, taking his hand in yours and placing it in your lap. "Anytime, baby." You spoke softly as you gazed at him. You could see how tired he was and all you wanted to do was comfort him at this moment.

Nico's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, a sense of gratitude and affection shining through the fatigue. He squeezed your hand gently, appreciating the warmth and reassurance it offered.

You brushed a stray strand of hair away from his forehead, your affection for him evident in the gentle touch. "You don't have to do anything alone, Nico. I'm here for you, through the good times and the tough ones." He sighed at your soft touch.

"Hey, lay down baby. Let me take care of you." You spoke warmly as you got up from the bed. Nico offered a tired but appreciative smile as he followed your suggestion, lying down on the bed. The weariness in his eyes spoke volumes about the toll the game had taken on him, and you were determined to provide the comfort he needed.

As you returned to his side, you tucked the covers around him, making sure he was comfortable. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly as the warmth of the blankets enveloped him. You sat beside him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly, eliciting a relaxed sigh from Nico. His features softened, the tension of the day slowly melting away under your tender touches.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he nestled into the cocoon of comfort you had created for him. "You're so good to me, I love you."

"I love you too, baby." You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man lying beside you. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a gentle touch, you brushed a kiss against his forehead, a silent promise of your unwavering support and care. In that moment, as the warmth of your affection enveloped him, Nico knew that he was exactly where he needed to be; wrapped in the love of someone who would always be there for him, through thick and thin.

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[cher-rei]

afterglow- pt 5 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 5.4k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

notes: it's finally here!! only took like 70 years.

a few months had passed since you were first employed. it was now late november, and oh boy had it been an interesting yet stressful few months not just for you, but the team as well.

robbo and thiago were out due to injuries, and there was no telling when they were coming back. your mum was breathing down your neck all the way from london, asking when you were finally coming to visit seen as it's been nearly a year, your nephew alex was sick with chicken pox and in order to stay in your healthy state you decided to stay with your dad for 2 weeks.

and now you were sitting in the booth beside clara, your knee bouncing up and down as you watched manchester city eat your team up alive with 30 minutes left on the clock.

how fun.

oh, and did I mention that you and trent hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a proper conversation in nearly 2 weeks...

it was going so well. there wasn't really telling what "it" was, but you felt it. you felt it whenever he smiled at you, whenever he replied to you story or commented on your Instagram posts, when he would ask you to join him for his session in the gym instead of taking your break in the cafeteria— and sure as hell when he gave you that look.

the one you caught him giving you from the other side of the room. even if you weren't looking you could feel his gaze boring into your head and it took every nerve in your body not to look back at him. you were too afraid of drowning yourself in even more delusions.

but that bit of time that you shared was cut short after a surprise appearance at the luton match two weeks prior.

the surprise was dressed in a liverpool jersey with trent's number at the back and by the look on his face when he saw, it didn't take a lot for you to realise that it was his jersey.

you don't even know how she got into the tunnel, but she didn't waste a second and jumped into his arms. you watched his facial expression flicker from utter confusion to slight hurt. but why?

she pulled away from the hug and beamed up at him, "did you miss me?"

that was a sign to keep your distance.

there wasn't anything going on between you anyway. perhaps just a slight moment, a flicker of something more, but it didn't last, and you didn't bother either.

before you knew it, the ref had finally blown the whistle for full-time not too long after trent managed to score a goal. that boy was nothing short of a miracle.

"I think we need to consider putting haaland into a temporary coma," you suggested jokingly as you followed ali and virgil through the tunnel and of course only ali found it somewhat funny, whereas virgil narrowed his eyes at you.

you raised your hands in defense, "I was kidding."

the team's captain let out an unconvincing hum and opened the changing room door for you to enter before the post-match interview. he continued to go on about how the team just wasn't on their a game today, meaning that their heads were all elsewhere.

"we were nervous that's all, and I'm sure the stats will be more of a tell tale for that," he said and sat down on the bench with a sigh.

you let out a scoff, "save that for the interview not me. but seriously," your face scrunched in slight emphathy, "they were practically walking through you."

virgil sat up at the comment and was just about to answer when someone else chimed in. "first of all!"

your head dropped at the sound of cutis' voice as he entered the room. "you try running around for 90 minutes with expectations as big as virgil's forehead."

the room fell silent, and you immediately expected virgil to have curtis stuffed inside one of the lockers, but to everyone's surprise, he just nodded in agreement.

after a few minutes of banter, virgil left for the post-match interview, leaving everyone else to gather their things and get them to the bus which you were more than delighted to do. it had been a tiring week, work hours were insane even though you were barely at the office.

if you weren't prepping for the extra content that you'd be shooting the following week, then you were making phone calls to sponsors, answering journalists, finalising any media content that needed to put out on time or overseeing practices then you were sleeping.

even now as you were sitting on the bus beside dominik, while your eyes averted their focus from your laptop that was situated on your lap to your phone in your hand with clara's chat open.

"okay, I see you, multitasker," he said with an impressed chuckle that managed to make your eyes roll. he leaned over your shoulder a bit to get a better look at the email displayed on your laptop screen.

"dear ms carter," he began with mock enthusiasm. "regarding my previous email blah blah-- boring."

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his lack of interest, knowing very well how he felt. "is this all you do? reply to boring emails?"

your nose scrunched in disagreement at the question. "without these boring emails you'd be living in shambles. and besides," a sigh escaped your lips as you finished typing your response. "my job is more than just emails. I get to travel, I get to meet awesome people--"

"--awesome people like me of course," dominik interjected with a grin and you pursed your lips.

"I was talking about literally anyone else."

"she was talking about me!" mo yelled from the back and you nodded in absolute agreement.

"so are you making the trip or not?"

you've been on the same phone call for the past ten minutes, trying to be reasonable with someone as stubborn as a 7-year-old before their bedtime on a friday.

and you were starting to think that winning this battle was pointless, because he'd get his way regardless.

"I have a busy schedule, bro I've been telling you this. I start filming today and--"

"--you can take two days off jamie. please."

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out onto the training field, where the camera crew were setting up, and giving the team a rundown of how today was going to play out.

"I still have a job to do you know? just because they're not playing doesn't mean I don't have things to do," your answer came out more sarcastic than you intended but he just wasn't listening.

"you're lucky that I didn't ask for you to stay the entire month and asked for a weekend instead. I'd be happy with anything at this point."

okay, he had a point there. and you were starting to get fed up with this back and forth, knowing that you weren't going to get your way.

you barely found time for yourself, but now that you though about it an off weekend didn't sound too bad.

you let out a sigh, "I still need to go back home to london to see my mum."

a loud bang echoed through the receiver end, "you'll find time to see her. the flight is already booked, you'll be gone by tuesday and back for thursday for your match. you won't be missing out."

once again, there was no point in arguing so you just hummed in response, a ghost of a smile present on your lips. "you better make that week worth it."

what was the point in staying for a few days? might as well stay from the tuesday till the following monday. you already told jurgen about it, complaining about how persistent the boy was being but the team's manager wasn't helping your case and instead suggested that you go.

"don't be boring jamie. it's not like we're going to die on this side without you."

"week??" the excitement was evident in his voice, and you tried so hard to fight back a smile, but what came next was enough to make you beam.

"that goal will be for you, i promise. i'll even do some stupid shit to make sure everyone knows that it's for you."

fucking sweet talker.

"shut up, I'm leaving bye."

when you ended the call, you were immediately called over by one of the directors so you could be miced up. you spent a few minutes running through the agenda for the team's newest series, Up! The Reds!

it took forever to think of a good name so don't even. you had the entire media team sit in for a meeting just for a good title until you just settled for this one. it was a process okay...

every week, along with Inside Training, an episode of at least 30 minutes would be uploaded where the team would compete in various challenges and games against each other with you as a host. so for this week's episode, you figured that you'd start out with a field day segment.

three legged races, sack races, an egg and spoon race, and musical chairs.

nothing like grown men doing preschool field day challenges.

spamjam._. added to their story

"welcome to the first episode of Up! The Reds!"

you heard a snort from the group of boys on either side of you. "that's the title?" curtis called out, trying to suppress his laughter and you forced a smile at the camera.

"how about you stop talking and let me do my job?" you asked passive-aggressively, the smile deepening into that of irritation and he quickly apologised and cleared his throat, ushering for you to continue.

when you were finally done with the introduction, you had everyone play a quick of rock paper scissors to split them into pairs for the first game, the three legged race.

"okay so we have kostas and macca, mo and ibou--" a laugh escaped your lips as you paired the two up and handed them the bandana, ibou taking it with a heavy sigh and a head shake.

he walked mo's way, complaining about how he was going to have him dragging on the floor but everyone was too busy laughing to even consider that slight issue. "It's for the entertainment, it's fine," virgil spoke up and pat him on the back.

you cleared your throat and got back to reading out the groups with a smile. "dom and jarell, cody and darwin, ali and virgil- oh I love that. joe and endo, and lastly curtis and shorty."

harvey walked past you with a look of disgust, obviously having to look up at you. "I hate you."

"what?" you bent down a bit and put you hand to your ear. "I can't hear you."

that had the entire media crew doubling over, and you couldn't help but feel a swarm of warmth spread through your chest. you didn't quite know why, but you didn't ponder and let the moment flow naturally.

once everyone had calmed down, you clutched tighter onto the last bandana in your hand when trent spoke up. "what about me?"

a smile drew to your lips and you lifted the bandana in your hand, waving it from side to side. "you're with me. it's bonding time. literally."

it didn't take too long for everyone to actually get into the line. the winners would be decided via process of elimination, two pairs at a time until there was a winning team. nothing complicated. the first pairs to compete with each other were ali and virgil, and kostas and macca.

the rest of the team sat along the side to watch the race, cameras out and excited smiles while they cheered for their teammates. the distance that they were wasn't too long you hoped, but you needed something good enough for their too be a struggle.

"ready... set... go!" you blew your whistle and they were off with waddles and screams of struggle. it was a mess right from the get-go and you loved every bit of it.

you watched as virgil and ali struggled, and surprisingly kostas and macca were in the lead.

while they screamed and tried to find a rhythm, nearly tipping over multiple times, kostas and macca's counting could be heard as they kept their determined eyes on the ground. "one, two. one, two. one, two."

the early afternoon air was filled with laughter and screaming as everyone enjoyed the array of games that were set out for them. from an absolute mess, and nearly breaking their legs in the three-legged race, and to the smart idea of playing catch with am egg, to endo rolling around in the sack to finish line instead of hopping, and to the wwe showdown of musical chairs that you won.

"you cheater," trent said as he got up from the floor while you sat on the last chair, a proud smile on your face as the rest of the team applauded you.

he walked over to you with a smile of disbelief, trying to argue his point. "you can't kick the chair away and throw me to the floor. that's such a foul."

you shrugged innocently, "tactics my boy."

you wrapped up filming after 4 hours, and you were happy to say that everyone had a good time. it was finally time to go home though, and you needed a shower immediately.

you bid your goodbyes to everyone and hopped into your car without a second thought, your mind drifting off until you got home to hear the most heartwarming call of your name.

"jamie!"

"alex!"

when you were done settling in for the evening, as usual, you spent some time cutting down on the clips of today's filming before you could send them back to the filming crew for final editing. you sat at your desk with one leg up on your chair covered by a blanket and some snacks as you watched through the clips.

you caught yourself laughing more than you hoped. you thought back to your time in the field during all of this, and a smile drew to your lips, then you felt your eyes fixate on someone. your eyes unknowingly followed his every motion, watching as the distance between the two of you decreased as you spoke to each other.

it felt a bit awkward at first when you partnered up with trent but as time progressed the atmosphere eased back into its comfortability. in the moment it didn't feel like much because your mind was occupied with other things but now that you were watching everything back, you could get a closer look at certain things. and then you caught it.

the look.

you were trying to help darwin get the egg on the spoon, standing nowhere near trent but his eyes were on you. a glint of something in his eyes. but that was the issue.

it was only something. the feeling was frustrating, and it was worse that you couldn't even act on it. he had a girlfriend or whatever she was. her name was skylar, and judging by the look robbo gave her the day she came back— she must've done something wrong.

normally you would let this thing with trent play out and entertain it out of curiosity but you had to push your feelings to the side and suck up whatever pride you had and accept that he had someone... kind of.

a heavy sigh left your lips and you ran your fingers through your hair. "fucking hell jamie."

just as you were about to shut off your pc and take refuge under your bed covers, your phone began to ring. it was almost pitiful to see how quickly you answered the call the second you saw it was trent.

"hey, are you busy?"

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

pathetic.

your eyes roamed your room in contemplation. "uh, no. I just finished cutting down some clips for editing." you blinked a few times at the silence, "why?"

trent's chuckle vibrated through the speaker and you swear you could feel it in your stomach. "I just felt like calling you."

your eyes widened a fraction. "oh."

OH????

"yeah." there was a beat of silence, neither of you knowing what to say. "do you want to go for a drive?"

[ioniansunsets]

THIS IS A VERY AGGRESSIVE WAY OF REQUESTINF SOMERHING BUT ILL GIVE TOU 4 DABLOONS IF YOU WRITE SOME KAYN HEARTSTEEL GETTINT ABSOLUTELY EMBARRASED BY HIS GF BECAUSE SHE KEEPS ACTING ALL LOVELY DOVEY IN FRONT OF THE BOYS TO MAKE KAYN FLUSTERED

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting Embarassed ✖

✖ Word Count: 560

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: Shorter than usual but I think its really cute!!! I love bullying men and making them all PADJASDASDPOASJ??!?/1/!?/1!!! thank you for asking this, feel free to ask for more I LIKE THIS. Embarrassed face ref under the cut.

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" Hey! Stop! Stop I tell you! This is my last warning!"

Kayn's face was red as you pepper it with kisses, happily sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, ignoring his cries for help. His arms that was once tightly wrapped around your waist now trying to lift you off him.

" Weren't you the one calling me your precious little baby just mere seconds ago?"

" That was before the rest fucking came in!"

You hear Ezreal and Aphelios snicker as you shower Kayn in love. Kayn, audibly groaning, as he tries to stand up from the couch with you still in his hands. In the kerfuffle, you topple onto the couch, pulling Kayn down with you. Now in an even more compromising position as you laugh with him over you. His breathing was a panicked mess, not used to being seen so uncool and weak in front of his bros. With a small tug, you drag him by his literal collar, pulling him down even closer to you as you hug him. You heard him suck in air as your arms wrap around him. Oh no, did Kayn just stop breathing? With his face near yours, you whisper softly in his ears, just for him to hear. You tell him just how much you love him, how important he is to you, and how cute he was like this all embarrassed thinking about what his precious little friends would think when you know they don't mind. You hear him growl your name as he swallows hard. The tips of his ears now also red from sheer, utter, embarrassment as he coughs a little and promptly tries getting up of you. A scoff leaving his lips as he finally sits up, hair and clothes now a mess from the small play fight.

Kayn's hand instantly rises to his face to cover what he could, trying to hide just how red you made him now that he realized everyone could see just how badly he was blushing as he sits up on the couch. His eyes dart between the you still lying oh so cutely on that damned couch, and his friends staring at him with smirks on their faces. Ok in your defense, the other boys couldn't care less about your relationship with Kayn, it was just Kayn himself who had issues being seen all lovey dovey with you, which meant the boys liked teasing him about it all the more. It wasn't that bad to bully the smug rapper every once in a while. Kayn was always the one teasing you in public anyway, this was a well deserved revenge. As you giggle Kayn shakes his head and he mumbles something to you softly.

" You're making my life hard babe don't do that again...I really can't handle this."

He stares at you with such a look of pure vulnerability it left you stunned. Hells you didn't even know Kayn's facial muscles could pull off an expression like that. Now your heart was the one thumping. A soft barely audible apology leaves your lips as Kayn turns to leave the room to calm down. All you could do was sit and stare, doing your best to commit that cute face to memory. Ah it was unfair how in the end, you were the one still left blushing and speechless.

[[This is the mental image I had writing Kayn's expression hehaoihoiahoaihaohfoihoaiehfoaeihioshdaoi heheheehehehehehe]]

[cassatelle]

Fight Club

Day 4 of @bucktommypositivityweek 1321 words Rating: teen and up Tags: Fluff, Humor, Insecure Evan Buckley (but not in a serious way), Implied Sexual Content

“It’s a fight club, Buck. The one gets the other down, the ref counts to three, K.O. What’s so hard to understand?” Eddie said, his hands sliced through the air.

“I know!” Buck shot back, but then his voice softened, “I mean, like, what’s the dress code? Is it casual? Sporty? And how do I react, like, should I be sad when someone gets knocked? Clap? Or-or, cheer? Do you guys have any chants or something? Where can I learn it?”

Eddie sighed, shot a disbelief look at him. “It’s a fight club, Buck.”

Buck groaned. “I thought you’re my best friend!”

“I am, when you’re being normal!”

"Just be yourself. Tommy will still like you no matter what," Hen said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you could show up in torn up clothes, and Tommy would still give you those heart eyes," Chimney added with a grin.

Buck couldn’t hide his smile. He knew his cheeks would be red by now.

“Aww look at that, the love struck face is back!”

“Oh, stop it!”

There was a fight club Tommy’s friend just set up downtown, and he invited him to watch the sparring. Well not just him, actually it was four of them—him, Eddie, Chimney, and Ravi. Hen, unfortunately, chose to be with her wife instead of their weird little teenager group, as she called them.

They arrived at Buck’s loft, crammed into Tommy’s backseat, all grins and elbow jabs. Buck shook his head, thankful that the front seat had been reserved for him.

The club itself looked like a proper club, with all the equipment that got shoved to the corner, cabinets full of trophies, pictures of the fighters on the wall, and flags draped out from the ceiling. More like a martial arts gym that had somehow merged with the bar next door. The decor was a quirky mix, like they’d knocked down the wall separating them and decided to just roll with it. Was it like a gym in the day and a bar in the night situation? Buck didn’t know. Maybe he could ask Tommy about it later. It was weird, but weirdly charming. He wondered if this was like this too in Vegas.

They took the seat a bit further from the crowd but close enough to see the ring. Tommy got them some beer and took the seat next to him.

“Comfortable?” He checked, raising his voice over the loud music.

Buck smiled. “Yup. This place,” he pointed his finger around the room, “interesting.”

Tommy’s smile widened, Buck could tell it was genuine. “I know, right?” And Buck thought he could pretend to enjoy all of this as long as he got to see that smile.

They turned their attention back to the ring as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, introducing the fighters. Buck watched them enter the ring, a knot stated forming in his stomach.

The fight had only gone on for eight minutes, but Buck had already winced at least twenty times. He never really understood this whole MMA thing—sure, he could appreciate the idea of muscular guys half naked, glistening with sweat—but not when they brutally beat each other like that. Every time one of the fighters got punched, Buck flinched, feeling sorry for the poor guy, while his friends were cheering like it was the Super Bowl. 

It wasn’t like the playful punches Tommy threw during their Muay Thai lessons. What those fighters did, though, seem like the ones that would really sting.

“You good?”

Buck, caught off guard, quickly tried to play it cool. “Yeah, no, totally.” He gave Tommy a rather unconvincing reassuring smile.

Tommy studied him for a while, clearly unconvinced. “Just tell me if you need anything, okay?”

Buck nodded, with a bigger smile this time. “Sure.”

Another three minutes passed and Buck really couldn’t take it anymore. The queasiness in his stomach was getting harder to ignore. Just as he was wondering how to make a graceful exit, he felt Tommy’s hand slip into his, gently tugging him away.

“Come on.”

“But the fight—”

“It’s fine,” Tommy interrupted with a warm smile. “Let’s get some air.”

They sat on the sidewalk. Buck’s breath came in heavy pants, his grip tight on the water bottle Tommy had grabbed from the chiller on their way out, Tommy’s hand, warm and steady, pleasantly rubbed his back.

“Feeling any better?” Tommy asked softly, concern thick on his face.

Buck took a deep gulp. “A lot.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

But Tommy’s hand didn’t stop. And he was silently grateful for that.

“You know you can tell me if you’re not okay.”

“I know. I-I was fine... well, mostly fine.”

Tommy gave a small nod, his hand never pausing. “You didn’t like it, huh?”

Buck shook his head, a hint of a rueful smile on his face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay not to like something.”

“Yeah, but... you’re my boyfriend.”

“And what does it have to do with being my boyfriend?”

Buck sighed. “You like it. I want to like the same thing you like.”

Tommy chuckled, his hand moving up to gently knead Buck’s scalp before leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “Evan, it’s perfectly fine for us to have different interests. We’ve got plenty of time to find things we both enjoy, anyway.” Buck let out a small, contented sigh as Tommy’s hand resumed its soothing motion. “God, you’re adorable,” Tommy mumbled, more like to himself. Buck felt his cheeks warmed by that.

“But I still want to spend time with you do things you’re into,” Buck said, his voice small.

“You helped me with the kitchen last week.”

“With half of the time you put the tiles and half of the time we make out? Sure.”

Tommy chuckled. “Well that, babe,” he smirked, “is one thing I’m definitely into.”

Buck chuckled too, but still looked a bit unsettled.

“How about this,” Tommy suggested, “next time, we can go biking, hell I haven’t been on a bike in years. Or we can go hiking. Or something else. What do you think?”

Buck smiled, still the same apologetic smile but a little brighter. “That sounds amazing.”

Tommy smiled back, “it’s a plan, then.” He continue to combed his fingers through Buck’s curls, making him almost close his eyes and purr if he didn’t remember where he was. “Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

“Actually, there’s one more thing. But it’s not from my chest.” He smirked as Tommy’s confusion grew. “It’s from your chest.”

“My chest?”

Buck nodded.

“And what is that?”

“Your shirt.”

Tommy burst into laughter. “Evan, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Buck flashed a winning grin. “Let’s go home.”

“Okay, let me just call—”

“No, they can get an Uber or something. Let’s just go—me, you,” he tapped Tommy’s chest, “just us, doing things we’re both into.”

His grin grew bigger as Tommy let himself get dragged to his truck. Tommy, though, still made time to call Eddie, saying ‘sorry we have to head home first, Evan’s not feeling well.’

Buck scoffed. Well, in his boyfriend’s defense, that was not entirely a lie.

When Buck arrived for work the next afternoon, his friends were in the middle of telling the entire firehouse about how the fight went last night; how the winner fought really hard, how they wrestled for a whole seven minutes before one of them gave up, how it was Buck’s loss for missing it out.

Buck just shrugged. “Well, me and Tommy kind of having our own wrestling too last ni—”

Which earned him various responses like ‘didn’t know not feeling well is a code for horny’, ‘that’s too much information, Buck!’, ‘shut up’, ‘oh my God, my ears’ and ‘booooo’ all at once.

The "Your shirt" part was stolen from 9-1-1: Lone Star. Thank you TK for letting me borrow your line!😁

[verlierer-is-lost]

I have been wanting to talk about this for a while, especially since I keep seeing it on Twitter

For the most part, I agree with this tweet. I struggle to make the PJO cast look like themselves. It’s really important to get those features right. That being said, we also have to remember that a good chunk of the PJO fan artists are inexperienced artists. While there are a lot of artists who are just flat out racist, there’s also the group of artists who have a harder time drawing from life. I’ve seen so many amazing artist who clearly know how to draw black people, but their Annabeth fanart still doesn’t look like Leah.

No hate to the op, again I think she’s right to an extent, but it is so frustrating seeing mainly non artists saying this. And there are so many people in the comments saying “it’s so easy” when it really isn’t. Drawing from life is a skill that comes with practice. And whether you know how to draw black people or not, you’re probably going to have a tough time drawing any of the PJO cast if you don’t have that skill. Thankfully tho, there are a few simple ways you can improve on drawing from like:

I have some notes for Walker and Leah specifically, just because I think they’re the hardest to get right. (I know this probably seems creepy, but it’s so helpful to look at refs) This is all basic info you can find anywhere, it’s not revolutionary or anything

Walker:

-The eyebrows to me are the most important part. They’re much darker, and close to his eyes.

-He also has a pretty straight nose. Drawing him with a button nose will make him look like a random white blond boy

Leah:

-Again, the eyes and eyebrows are pretty important. Her eyebrows are thin and long. And her eyes have shadows underneath(plus she kinda has doll like eyes)

-round face

To show what I’m talking about, I did a quick doodle of Leah from reference. For me personally, when I draw from life I like to pick out a few distinct features that makes them feel real. It’s pretty bad because again I’m not the type of artist to typically draw from life, which is why art study’s can be super helpful to spend time on.

I really dislike when non artist complain about what fan artists are doing. We do this for free, in our free time, for a community that we love. But I also think it’s important to LISTEN TO CRITIQUES. If someone is telling you your Annabeth fanart is too light, you need to listen. As much as I agree with OP that this is predominantly a Leah issue, it isn’t just Leah. I can see throughout the fandom that a lot of artists are having a hard time drawing the characters(and I’m one of them). The PJO fandom has not had real people to base their drawings off of until two years ago, which is probably the reason a lot of us are having trouble with it. Even outside of this fandom I have a hard time with this. It took so much practice for me to get Alex and Henry right from RWRB, and I still can barely draw Henry 😭

Even some of the most experienced artist have difficulty drawing from life, again it’s a skill that takes practice. Anytime you see PJO fanart that actually looks like the actors, it’s probably because they just have more practice, or they’re more experienced artists.

I’m honestly having a hard time finding what OP is talking about when she said “artists draw Annabeth as a random black girl while referencing Walker for Percy” I was looking through saved work of other Percabeth fanart, and I see the same issue for Walker. I don’t doubt that there is work out there she’s referring to, I just can’t find it myself.

Sorry if this was a garbled mess of a post. I know it was really long, but hopefully this can help some artists to pick up on distinct facial features and replicate it in their own artwork. Trust me, as an artist I know it isn’t easy, but practice will always help. Best thing about being an artist is there’s always room for improvement

(Also don’t forget to give Leah black features 👍🏽)

[angelyuji]

jaime reyes bf headcanons (+yandere)

jaime reyes x gn!reader yandere headcanons under the cut warnings (under the cut): kidnapping, stealing, manipulation (from scarab), stalking when i talk abt scarab, i'm talking young justice scarab btw

jaime reyes is the type to spray all of your clothes with his cologne, so you (and everyone else) can smell him 24/7

he’s the type to carry your books or your bags if you mention in passing that you were kinda tired

if you’re out on a date with jaime and he sees your eyes linger on something, he immediately goes back to buy whatever you looked at

he knows what color matches your skin, so if he’s getting you guys matching jewelry (and he mostly def would) he would get the right color for your skin

and also going off of this, he knows if you were bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc like he knows your preferences and tastes so well bro im GONNA BE VIOLENTLY ILL

jaime would always offer to study with you, but would most def get distracted and try to make out with you

LIKE he starts off by making it so with every right answer, he gives you kiss and then things get heated ykkkkkkk ;)

his family absolutely adores you too like his mom constantly cooks for you and teaches you recipes, his grandma teaches you how to sew, his uncle and his dad are chill with you, and you’re best friends with his sister like ong you’re one of them.

scarab would most def by suspicious of you at first cuz why tf are you the only thing that jaime thinks about (it’s insufferable)

but once it realizes that you’re not a threat, he’s chill with you

if you know that jaime is blue beetle, you def mess around with scarab, but you guys team up to make fun of jaime (obviously jaime is telling you what scarab is saying until you guys team up then he refuses to talk)

jaime is such a cutie, he’s a total flirt when you guys meet, but once u guys start dating, he’s totally shy and like asks for permission to hold your hands and to kiss you until he gets more comfortable then hes literally all over you OIABGIEUWop

yall know that tiktok trend with that scene from ?100 days of summer? where one person goes “i love the smiths” and the other goes, “what?” “i love the smiths.” and then the other person like pulls you into a kiss and ot4ro;twf’gb’o its so you and jaime OPNF:OEJP if anyone wants a ref video lmk ill post it <3

yandere :)

jaime reyes was kinda totally normal abt u before the scarab

like yes, he knows ur entire schedule, where you live, and takes candid blurry pictures of you from across the hall or smth (very girl of him) (i knew a girl who did this exact thing for a guy she liked like honestly it was so insane i was really concerned abt her)

but he would never like act on it, he was very self-aware abt it like he knew he was lowkey acting insane

untillll scarab showed up, obviously he had forgotten abt his crush on you while he was in college (GOTHAM UNIVERSITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but now that you’re both graduated and back home. jaime gets to see you again every time he passes your workplace on his way to work. now that he gets to see you, his obsession with you is back and THREE THOUSAND times worse becuz of monsieur scarab

scarab feeds into jaime’s delusions that you’re both meant to be with each other, his sister tries to make him understand that his feelings are like super concerningly weird asf, but scarab knows that if jaime is obsessed with you to an extreme, it could make jaime easier to manipulate, so it tells jaime that his sister doesn’t understand, but you know who does? the alien attached to his back

jaime would break into your room/apartment (whether you’re staying with ur parents or nah) he would smell your clothes, your soaps and lotions, your bed cover

total underwear stealer imo like he saw the opportunity and is going for it honestly i respect it

he’d try to work up the courage to ask you out, and he’s so smooth with it and (obviously) you say yes

first things are calm yk, but as your relationship progresses (very fast), you see a lot of the red flags and try to exit stage left

but jaime’s not down for that like you’re the love of his life, however he lets you go cuz he’s got a plan

he preps the old blue beetle base and straight up kidnaps you

he’d have you tied up cuz you were putting up a fight and you’d watch as jaime fucking panics and paces back and forth yk

jaime’s not the type to hurt you, so he’s very sweet with you. even when you toss your food at his head, slap him, kick him, yell at him, it doesn’t matter. he’ll take it cuz he can’t bear the thought of hurting you

he still won’t let you go tho

scarab reassures him, now that you’re here, you can’t leave him. you won’t ever get hurt.

[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

My Oh My- Jimmy Uso

Jimmy Uso x Savannah Morgan

Warnings: Smut, 18+!!!!

Word Count: 754

A/N: This is the next fic in the M.O.M (My Oh My) series. I hope you enjoy it. Let's get into it.

Savannah had been dreaming of wrestling at WrestleMania for the longest time. Her popularity has finally taken off after she debuted and after she’d been seen training with legends like The Undertaker. She never thought she'd be able to wrestle in front of thousands of people at WrestleMania. It was like her dreams were coming true!

No one knew who she had feelings for or more importantly who she was dating. If they had they might have assumed that was how she got such a huge push in the wrestling world. Savannah wasn't a push over by any means but she would let that man do things to her that the men she had dated before could only have dreamed of! The way he took her for another round on the dining room table after dinner, eating her pussy like she was his last meal, bending over the table and pulling her arms behind her back "who's pussy is this?" He said, letting go of one arm and grabbing her hair "answer me!" He'd growl and she'd scream for him to fuck her harder. "What's my name baby?"

"Savannah, are you ready to go?" One of the crew member said snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm ready to go!" She smiled knowing that he was gonna be out there but she had to keep herself together and not let him know she was missing him.  She couldn't give him the satisfaction.

She'd done this a million times before, wrestling in front of thousands of people but he was never around to see it and now her heart was pounding. Was he gonna tease her while she was in the ring wrestling in front of thousands of people?  All she could do was wait. But she had a plan. They had both discussed how they were gonna announce they were a couple and she came up with an idea. After she was done with her match she was supposed to say "No Yeet" and he was gonna come up and give her a kiss but knowing him like she did he would always change shit at the last minute.

"Here we go!" she said, psyching herself up. She walked out to the ring with a smile. She'd had her clothes custom made. She wanted something sexy but something that she could move around easily in and the designers had made the perfect ensemble!

She heard her opponent's entrance and the cheer of the audience.

"You got this Savannah! You could take her down. You’ve been training with legends for gods sake. You can do it!" Scanning around the audience for him she found him just before the bell rang "Everything’s good right? They have to catch you if they can!" She winked at him. "There he is “Main Event” Jim Uso. He’s also my man.

This match was her favorite because she could tease him and he couldn't do anything about it... Yet!

"Come on! 1, 2, 3 ref" Her voice said, annoyed as her opponent kept kicking out. As she winked at him again he adjusted in his seat trying to hide the bulge that was forming. He was gonna make her beg him later. She looked sexy as fuck in that outfit! He wanted to jump in the ring and take her right there not caring who saw but this was a family show /event  and he couldn't. "1, 2, 3. Yes I’m the new Women’s World Champion" she said directly to him watching him lick his lips. "Yes. That training and me constantly putting in the work paid off. '' As the match finished and the crowd cheered she prepared herself for what was to follow. Taking a deep breath she put the microphone to her lips and yelled "Wrestlemania!!" Giving a pause for cheers "NO YEET!!" Everyone in the crowd cheered and up the ramp he walked to her grabbing her in his embrace and kissing her in front of thousands of people.

"Jimmy Uso is dating Savannah Morgan. The new Women’s World Champion" Michael Cole said through the announcer's mic.

She lowered the microphone and felt the tickle of his beard against her ear "MINE" he growled making her bite her lip.

"That was an amazing match baby girl" he said admiring her performance "But that outfit" he growled in her ear "is coming off later! I'm gonna make sure we leave our DNA all over the hotel room!" She lightly punched his arm and they left the arena.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[bouncybongfairy]

Pretty Please?

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: Summer asks you to pet sit her hamster while her family goes on vacation. Of course, you agree because you're such an amazing friend. Definitely not because you and her grandpa would have the entire house for yourselves.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Intox Kink, Worship Kink, Masochism, Dumbification, Nasty Smut

Best Ref Account Ever: @kaionyx

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You were sitting with your friend group, eating lunch in the quad. Quite boring, the whole school seemed to be yearning for the end of the day. Summer was bragging about the ski trip her family would be leaving for, after school. In all honesty you truly couldn’t care less, happy for her, just not interested. Picking at your salad that had gone soggy as she went on and on. 

“Do you think you could do me like a real solid?” she asks, resting her hand on your shoulder. 

“What is it?” you asked with a sigh. 

“Well, I need someone to come and feed my hamster while I'm gone. I was hoping because you're like, my best friend ever, if you would do that for me?” she asked, trying hard to butter you up. 

“You want me to drive back and forth to your house to mine for 3 days?” you asked, trying to knock some sense into her. 

“Oh my god obviously you can stay in my room,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. 

“Ugh isn’t your grandpa going to be there?” you asked. 

“Yeah but he won’t come out of the garage. Please I’m literally begging you,” she pleaded, “What if I leave you an eighth of bud?” she whispered in your ear. 

“Make it a quarter and I’ll do it,” you said, which delighted her beyond belief.

As soon as you got home, you started packing your bags. Starting to slightly regret ever agreeing to pet sitting. Folding your clothes and placing them neatly in your duffle. Suddenly it occurred to you that her grandpa would be home. Of course in front of Summer you put on a front like him being there would gross you out. When in reality every time you slept over at her house, you would find yourself staring at him. Taking in all his little details; like how far he spreads his legs when sitting on the couch. Or how his eyes dilate when he’s a little more than tipsy. Your mind started wondering about all the possibilities of how your visit would go. It wasn’t something you felt shame about. You had already made your way through all the halfway decent guys at your school. To be quite honest you’ve wanted to hookup with an older guy for a while. All the dudes you’d been with are just so inexperienced and you were tired of that. 

Summer and her mom picked you up. She needed to show you around before leaving. Helping you with the bags, the two of you make your way to her bedroom. Where she gave you the weed she promised, even leaving her bong for you to smoke with. Showing you how to work the T.V and of course introducing you to Mr. Man the hamster. You laughed for a good five minutes over the name. Once she headed out with her family, you immediately started rolling up. Dumping the guts out her window, landing in Jerry’s garden, you felt bad but not really. As soon as you took a few hits off the blunt, you noticed it was strong. Giving you an intense head high, it did make you feel more relaxed. For a moment you were certainly feeling out of place. Getting bored, you start shuffling through your bag, looking for pajamas to wear. Immediately your mind went to Rick, thinking about what pare he would like the most. When you first got to the house, it felt wrong to think about him that way. After smoking, you really didn’t give a fuck. Even if Rick told Summer which is highly unlikely because.. Ew. Losing Summer’s friendship in exchange for hooking up with Rick sounded like a fair deal. You only took a couple hits off the blunt, after putting it out, you tuck it behind your ear. Making sure to stuff the lighter in your sock for safe keeping. Grabbing the hamster food, you put a couple scoops into his bowl. 

“You’re such a cute little guy, i’m about to fuck your great-grandpa. Don’t tell mommy,” you baby talked to him through the glass while giggling. 

Wearing a white oversize t-shirt with socks, you make your way down stairs. Hoping to run into him, the first place you checked was the kitchen. Even though you didn’t find him, it was a prime opportunity to raid the fridge. Taking a jar of pickles out and setting them on the counter before opening the freezer. Finding a dark green bottle with a white label with big X’s across it. Bringing it out and setting it on the counter with a crisp -clank- sound as the glass hit the counter. The bottle opened with a loud pop which made you giggle a bit. You brought it to your nose and immediately recoiled at the pungent aroma. 

“Smells like fucking rubbing alochol,” you mutter to yourself, grabbing a cup and pouring some. 

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to alcohol, you’d been drunk plenty of times. Thinking it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you chug what you had in the cup. You truly felt like the wind was knocked out of you. The coughing and gasping was only making your chest burn more. Taking a few sips of water from the sink to help wash it down. Similar to the weed, the effects of the alcohol were coming on quick and strong. Your cheeks were flushed and you no longer were worried about appearing sober. A gasp of excitement falls from your lips as you remember the existence of the pickles. Your mouth was salivating as you pulled one out of the jar. 

“What are you doing?” a rough voice rang through the kitchen from the doorway. You jump, turning around to face him. 

One of the first things you noticed about him was how tall he was. Seriously, his head nearly hit the fucking ceiling. Eyes had thick, dark circles underneath them; this only added to his grumpy edge-lord vibe. He was wearing a wifebeater tank that was smudged with black soot. Shamelessly staring at the dick print on his pants. 

“I'm pet-sitting for Summer,” you said, unable to hide your giggles. He started walking towards you, till he was literally less than a foot in front of you. This wipes the smile off your face, he reaches out and grabs the bottle that was sitting on the counter behind you. 

“You drank this?” he asked, his breath smelled just like the bottle. 

“Yeah -hiccup- sorry, but is it okay if I have another sip?” you asked while reaching for the bottle. At first, Rick held it out of your reach but then changed his mind. Taking a few swings from the bottle and then handing it to you. His hand just barely touched your chest as he gave you the bottle. Instantaneously making you wet, well.. wetter. 

“If you wanna drink yourself sick that’s your choice,” he said before turning and walking back to the garage. 

Not quite done shooting your shot, you follow him. Due to the room being made entirely of concrete, it was freezing. It was then that you remember how little clothing you had on. 

“Out!” he called out. 

“I’m scared and lonely all by myself in there, pretty please let me stay?” you asked, which made him turn towards you. You could feel the heat build in your belly as he approached. 

“Awe you’re just so scared? I think it’s slightly endearing how you’re trying to play innocent but I know a whore when I see one. No offense but you’re low hanging fruit,” he said, now towering over you with a smirk on his face. 

“Fuck if you don’t wanna fuck me then why are you saying these thing, making me drip down my thigh?” you asked, reaching down to hook your hand onto his belt. He smacks your hand away before responding, 

“I’m a fucking god, I have queens on thousands of planets offering their ass to me on a plater. Why would I stick my dick in you?” he asked. In response you poured out some of the bottle onto the floor, right onto his shoes. At first he looked livid, like he was going to lay into you but you interrupted him,

“Oops sorry I can be so dumb at times, let me clean that for you,” you said, getting onto your knees and bringing your tongue to his shoes. Licking the alcohol off them while looking directly up to him. He chuckled, like he was humored by your actions. 

“Judging by how you’re throwing yourself at me, I bet you were craving my cock for weeks. Every time you’re here I always notice you staring at me, who would’ve known you had such nasty thoughts behind those pretty little eyes,” he said, tilting his head as he watched. Taking the blunt out from behind your ear and placing it between his lips. 

“May I light that for you?” you asked, pressing your cheek to his shoe, trying your best to flash your doe eyes. 

He used his finger to call you up. Scrambling to your feet, you pull the lighter out of your sock. Bringing the flame to his face, admiring his features in the orange glow. He looked so powerful and strong, you wanted him to tear you apart. He blew the smoke directly into your face, you took a playful bite out of the cloud. Grabbing the bottle from you, he pours more onto his shoes. You took his hint and went back down, now licking the bitter liquid off his other shoe. Taking you off guard, he brings his other foot and presses the soul into your neck. At first you were giggling, liking the way he was degrading you. This was until he began adding more pressure onto your airway. Even as you were gasping and wheezing, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. The way his jaw went razor sharp while exhaling a cloud of smoke. Watching his facial expression twist from a small smile to full on beam. Your vision was becoming blurry and a familiar burning sensation radiating in your chest. 

Finally removing the pressure from your neck, coughing as you regain your full consciousness and breath. He bent down and pulled you up to your feet. A mixture of inebriation and lack of oxygen to your blood made him need to support your weight partly. He grabbed your shirt and lifted it above your head and threw it to the ground. Still slightly light headed, he grabbed your jaw so he could stare directly into your eyes. Reaching his other hand down, and feeling the wetness between your folds. You shudder and let your mouth fall open, now fully aware. He was shocked by how wet you were. Completely untouched and being treated like an absolute dog and you were still hanging on to his every touch and word. Staring at him, half-lidded and willing to take anything he gave you. This was enough to send him into a feral state. Without saying anything he picked you up and bent you over the desk. He used his foot to push your legs apart. Bringing your arms behind yourself, using your hands to spread yourself open.

“Holy shit you’re such a deranged little cocksleeve, you just eat my abuse up huh,” he said, pulling his pants down and fucking the entire length of his cock into your pussy. You cry out from him practically ripping you in half. Tears sting into your eyes and your legs that are on their tiptoes begin shaking. A mixture of moans and choked sobs spill from your mouth. He lifts your upper body from laying against his desk to being pressed against his chest. Using your throat to secure you there while whispering into your ear,

“What’s wrong slut, I thought you wanted this. You wanna stop? Maybe you can’t handle it,” he practically growled, still keeping himself fully inside you. 

“No. P-please,” you cried out, willing to do anything to get friction between your bodies. 

“Oh? You want me to keep tearing you apart? Beg me to,” he said, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Please, I w-want you to destroy me!” you screamed out, willing to do anything to get him fucking into you. 

Once the words left your mouth, he began pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your wetness was leaking down both of your inner thighs. Letting your body go limp, letting him do whatever he wanted. He kept your back pressed against his chest, admiring your chest bouncing as he killed your pussy. Feeling you stretch and tighten around his dick was driving him crazy. It was more than your physique that was satisfying him. It was the fact that you were so horny from being at his command and control. He liked how easy you were to manipulate, how willing you were to be turned into a braindead, cock hungry zombie. Feeling his orgasm nearing, his thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy. Fucking into you so hard that sound was involuntarily being forced out of you with every thrust. As you begin to cum, you start panting, completely blissed out. Feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock as you rode out your orgasm sent him over the edge. Filling you with hot cum, spilling out the sides of your pussy. After the encounter you completely blacked out, passed out. He let you stay slumped over that portion over the desk. Cum still leaking out of your abused hole. Simply pushing your body over to the side slightly after pulling his pants up. Reliting the blunt and ashing onto your ass before continuing working on his latest project.

[cowboywritersworld]

Can I prompt Fem!Reader wants to join the TJD but has to *show* it. When she loses against her opponent in front of TJD they leave. When the Reader is mocked & laughed at by her opponent the Reader suddenly snaps & attacks her, showing ruthlessness for the first time. While being interviewed backstage about what just happened Reader is encountered by Damian Priest who on behalf of TJD welcomes her to join them after what they saw.

Determination

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlists |

Requests are: OPEN

Characters: Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterious, Finn Balor, Damian Priest, JD McDonagh, Reader, Tiffany Stratton

Prompt: Can I prompt Fem!Reader wants to join the TJD but has to *show* it. When she loses against her opponent in front of TJD they leave. When the Reader is mocked & laughed at by her opponent the Reader suddenly snaps & attacks her, showing ruthlessness for the first time. While being interviewed backstage about what just happened Reader is encountered by Damian Priest who on behalf of TJD welcomes her to join them after what they saw.

AN: I know it has changed now, but you can read under characters, who it involves.

If you want a part two, send me an ask with a detailed idea, or I'll find something to write.

Ever since you got called up from NXT to the main roster - Raw - you have your eyes set on joining the Judgement Day.

You feel sure of yourself, you just know that you would be a perfect fit with those guys, but it's not that easy.

~ Ehy doll, you want to join us? Prove it. Next week, you against someone Pearce decides. We'll watch closely. Don't let us down or waste our time. ~

It had been Dominik who had told you that in an interview backstage. His words still swim in your head while you wait at Gorilla for your music to hit.

Today is your day, Pearce has chosen Tiffany Stratton as your opponent and you can't stand that girl at all. So full of herself, - even more than you -, her voice just irritates you on so many levels. As your music finally hits, you get out, focused on what awaits you in the ring.

As you go down the ramp, you can see the members of Judgement Day already out there, but you try not to let that faze you. You just have one match ahead of you and maybe you can join them.

"And her opponent... Y/r/n!"

You get in the ring as the announcer says your name and grin at Tiffany. As soon as the referee calls to ring the bell, you attack her, but that girl provokes you, making you angry as the match goes on. She gets the win after a low blow the ref didn't see, pinning you easily for the three count.

Fatality wants, that as you lay down in the ring, you are facing the ramp, so you can clearly see their unsatisfied faces as they start going back.

You close a hand to a fist and get up, shoving the referee away, before you hit Tiffany on the back, sending her to the mat. You get on top of her, you can see her grin.

"Oh? What is this all about? Can't accept the fact that you lost to someone like me? Or deep inside you know that you'll never get accepted by... Them?" She teases you while she points to the ramp, where the Judgement Day has now stopped and is watching you." Guess you are not as though as you thought."

"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" You don't want to hear her anymore, you don't want to see that stupid grin anymore. Rage fills your heart and your body. You can't... You start hammering down on her, punches, slaps... Tiffany almost can't keep up with you anymore. You can barely hear anything, while the crowd gasps in shock.

Someone tries to shove you off of her, but you get free once again and hit her more. It's only when Adam Pearce gets involved, that you stop and retreat, without looking back. Your heart is racing very fast and threatens to break out of your chest. What you just did is destabilizing you, because it is the first time ever that you had such a violent reaction. You try to go to the locker room to gather your thoughts, but the interviewer stops you and you can't help but sigh for a moment.

"I am here with Y/r/n. You just lost against Tiffany Stratton, what does this loss mean to you?" She stepped aside a little, scared from your look.

"I had one job to do today and I failed. Like everyone else, I saw the look on the faces of Judgement Day's members. They weren't happy with the outcome." You say, frustrated. "Tiffany cheated to get this win, I may have lost my possibility to join them, but she paid the price afterwards." You add, sharp.

"Speaking about that... What has gotten into your mind, to attack her like that?" The interviewer asks and you can simply fake a smile to the camera.

"Frustration...? I was nervous because she mocked me the whole match and even before I attacked h-" You can't go on, because someone joins the both of you.

"What you have done after the match... That was what we were searching for in you, Y/r/n." He grins at you, towering you with his height. "You have earned your place here. On behalf of the whole Judgement Day, welcome." He looks at the interwiever. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

He starts walk away and you follow him quickly, a happy smile on your lips.

[tomurawr44]

could u pretty please do tomura with a tall reader (like his height or taller) since u did the short reader hcs PLEAAASE 🙏

TOMURA/TALL!READER HEADCANONS!

A/N: this is so self indulgent, I'm taller than him by like two inches but like come on let me dream.

WARNINGS: nsfw, ooc tomura.

he loves the size difference so, so much.

he loves that he can sit in your lap and have you as his own gaming chair for when he's not on his pc and playing games on his console.

please pet him oh my god he's WEAK.

he loves it when he can just rest in your chest and have you stroke the top of his head.

he will have you carry him to his bed if he falls asleep on his gaming chair.

speaking of chairs, he loves laying down on you, sitting on you, just being close to you. although he'll never say it to your face.

his body is unnaturally cold, like this man barely has any warmth so it's your job to keep him warm.

your height makes it easy to hide things from him, so it's either he climbs on a table or chair to get things and he says he looks stupid while doing it so he just sulks and tantrums until you give it back.

he does make the classic stupid tall jokes, and when you've pissed him off, he'll call you 'a big dumb bastard' (ref to gigantomachia).

he has asked you how's the weather up there.

in crowded places in the malls he holds onto you because your taller than the average height in japan, which is only around 5'5-5'10, so that means you're kind of like walking in a pool of people and can help guide him to avoid being smushed.

you two attract some attention though, with your height and his already odd manerisms, people will stare.

If it isn't related to your quirk, he will ask why you're so damn big. what's your secret?

sometimes he stays awake longer than you on his bed because he loves it when you smush him and get ontop of him because your warm, you have weight, weighted blanket that heats him up, perfect.

please wear heels, oh my god, he loves it, platform boots? yes. anything that increases your height he's inlove and quietly encourages you to do it more (aka more chest nuzzles when you do).

if you're like tall tall, he'll make a comment on how you're just as tall as Kurogiri (6'4) but his master's still taller. (7'4)he will rant about his master if you ask or say anything back.

if your a woman, boobs for days, he will have his face all up in them when you're in his room.

if you're a man, pecs for days, he will be touchy with you no matter what gender, he'll probably treasure you so much to the point the only time he'll sleep beside you is when he has his special gloves from when he was a little kid.

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sex is honestly really good with him. even if you're riding him, you can still pin his hands down, if you're under him, you can grab at his body as much as you want.

if you're doing it sideways, nudge his face into your neck and tell him to keep making those pretty noises.

if it's from the back his face will unfortunately be rested right against your back and sometimes it can cause you to overheat :(

overall, sex with him, you're mostly a powerbottom, but he doesn't know that. he thinks you're so submissive unless you're actively voicing that you're dominating him.

His favorite position is missionary by far, he loves humping into you while his face is buried into your chest, hearing your rapid heartbeat too and his arms hugging your waist tightly.

please wrap your legs around his waist when he cums, he'll give you an extra load if you do.

sometimes he'll pull out after he's made you cum so he can jerk off to your body and spill his load on your stomach or thighs.

if he's at the bottom or you're doing foreplay, please press his legs against his chest and make him feel small. he won't admit it but he really likes it.

like i said, for some reason he's really cold so whenever he blows his load and he's resting he'll press against you and for some reason his body is covered in cold sweat. it's odd.

when you're riding him, pull his hair, or grab the bundle of fringe by his face an use another hand to cup the back of his head so you can tilt it upwards and ravage his neck. he'll cum quick but he can recover fast, he promises.

please hold him by the armpits, don't actually pick him up it makes him feel weird when it's like that but when you're in bed and feeling him up, hold him there and run your hands up and down all the way to his hips.

his favourite thing to do is quietly motorboat your chest, he'll make the noises in his head but in reality he just looks really stupid, it's hard not to laugh so he mostly does it when you're half awake.

—Ake 2024