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crissiebaby · 2 months ago

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DiapOut: Chapter 39

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, WAM, hypermessing, crossdressing, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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*WHISTLE!*

“Work it, girl!” shouted Lelaya, giggling at Zeke as he approached his team’s spot on the gameboard. Unlike the rest of her group, her love for big dresses and even bigger diapers was too great for her not to appreciate Zeke’s transformation.

Unfortunately, Ayaya was far from pleased with Lelaya cheering on their opponents. “Why are you happy?!” she said, jabbing her elbow against Lelaya’s side. “They’re only 5 points back now because, for whatever reason, you and Mia keep giving the worst challenges to our own team!“

“Will you give it a rest already?” chimed Mia, sitting on the floor with her legs sprawled out in a V-formation. In her eyes, it didn’t matter how well their team did. Not with Keelee and Jackson pulling the strings backstage. No doubt, they were on course for that 40-point finish line bonus, which would wipe out any mistakes made throughout the round, though it wasn’t like she could outright say that without major repercussions. Given that she was about to be stuffed into a conjoined diaper with baby-brain Misa before taking her actual turn, she had much more pressing issues on her plate than some stupid scoreboard. “Just worry about yourself and stop barking at everyone.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose harshly, Ayaya was in utter disbelief over her team’s apparent apathy. “Five-Hundred Thousand dollars is on the line here, Mia! That’s a five with five zeros behind it; more than any of us have ever seen. So, we’d better get our shit together fast unless we wanna end up as four zeros. You got it?” she said as she thumped Mia’s foot with her own while her fingers traced the edges of the medallion around her neck. She was almost half-tempted to use it on Mia’s upcoming turn just to get her sour-puss attitude out of the way with no ramifications. However, the idea of leaving her fate up to the heart of the dice felt like a massive risk. Clutching the gold disk with the shape of a binky carved into it, she may have wanted to win but not at the cost of humiliating herself more than she already had.

Zeke, meanwhile, remained unbothered by the squabbling girls, tuning them out alongside the applause and idle cackling of his new, uproarious fans. With his back straight and a pep in his step, he felt weightless as he reunited with Cade and Rupert. “Make way, peasants. The queen hath arrived,” he said jokingly, his pompous, British accent leaving a lot to be desired.

“Oh, deawy me, your highness. Whewe art my mannews?” responded Cade, playing along with Zeke as he placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head. An obnoxious *SLURP!* soon followed his statement as he struggled to keep himself from drooling over the THC-laced paci he was forced to suck on.

Sadly, Cade’s enthusiasm wasn’t shared by Rupert, his mind still lingering on Kyoko’s outburst. “Well done, dude. Takes a big man to wear a dress like that,” he said, giving Zeke his props before pivoting to his concerns. “Not to detract from the win but why was Kyoko yelling for you to turn down the punishment? Did something happen–”

“Huh? What? Nononono, everything’s fine. Better than fine, in fact,” said Zeke, his serotonin-fueled mind refusing to acknowledge the ridiculous amounts of stress his mind had been under for the past 90 minutes. He briefly shot a glance at Kyoko’s way, glimpsing at the pained sorrow painted across her face before looking toward the hem of his poofy skirt. “She and I are just…peachy…”

Sinking down into the Potty Monster’s sloppy pudding pit, Kyoko didn’t need anything more than Zeke’s cold shoulder to get the message. Whether or not he found some form of catharsis through his extreme humiliation didn’t matter; his animosity toward her wasn’t going anywhere. All of a sudden, the toilet-shaped cell she was locked in until her next turn felt more like a sanctuary than a prison.

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“EYYA! Ha! There we go!” proclaimed Keelee with renewed vigor now that the final tape of Mia and Misa’s double-seated diaper was secure. Her efforts warranted some muted claps, though most of the audience by this point had grown bored with the extended diapering process. “Okay, according to the instructions, the tapes should fully seal in a couple of minutes. We’ll be moving right into Mia’s turn next, so you two sit tight for now and try not to move too much,” she said, patting the side of the overly complicated nappy.

Shifting in place awkwardly, there was no angle Mia could sit at where her fluffy white diaper wasn't squishing up against Misa’s equally thick booty. As if diapers didn’t already make her pelvic region a swampy nightmare, now she had to contend with another person’s body heat on top of that. Building upon her dread was the distance from CassiRole’s raised platform to her space on the board. “So, like, are you really gonna make us walk back and forth?” she asked, yet to get over how sore her legs were from her previous challenge.

“Huh? Oh, right. No, I was lying,” Keelee said without an inkling of remorse. Although, her inner sadist couldn’t help but soak in Mia’s deliciously distraught expression.

The little hairs on the backs of Mia’s arms stood at attention as she viciously scowled at Keelee. Every fiber of her being wanted to rip the diaper off her body and smack that cocky look off the production manager’s face. Tragically, telling off Keelee would have to wait as a far bigger problem reared its foul-smelling head.

*PFFFFFFFT!*

“Hehehe! Whoopsie! My tum stiww feews weiwd,” said Misa as an onslaught of gassy pressure overtook her grumbly gut. Had she not been hypnotized, she would’ve sooner let her belly explode than fart in such a public space. Instead, her reaction was closer to that of an actual infant, happily kicking her feet as her strained intestines expelled the stinky pocket of air from her body.

Needless to say, Mia wasn’t thrilled with the idea of cozying up to Misa's muddy diaper even with two extra layers of protection between them. “Don’t even think about it, Misa. If you try to use this diaper, I am ripping it off. Got it?” she said sternly, giving the audience something new to chuckle about as she leaned away from Misa’s tailpipe. If it weren’t for the fact she just cost her team a mess of points, she would’ve already taken the L.

With Mia’s threat replaying in her head, Misa could feel her bratty nature trying to take over, compelling her to do the opposite of what she was told. At the same time, her regressed mind was very much enjoying the buddy system of the CrissBaby Buddies Diaper. Thus, the idea of grossing Mia out and scaring her away, while fun on paper, was something she knew would only end up sidelining her until her next turn in the rotation. “Don be such a baby! I nuh goin poopy,” she said, giving Mia the reassurance she craved whilst failing to understand why the live studio audience found her declaration so funny.

“Can we please get the game going again? Soon?” said Mia, seeking an end to Round Three as quickly as possible. She was willing to deal with whatever embarrassing scenario Cassi was about to throw at her so long as it got her out of the conjoined diaper before Misa’s tummy decided it needed to purge something more noxious than gas.

While she possessed zero pity for Mia’s plight, one thing Keelee could get 100% behind was the idea of moving this show forward. “Alright, alright. The tapes should be good by now so we can move on. Cassi, you’re back up,” she said, clearing the stage and getting herself in position to cue Cassi in. “Camera, check! Sound, check! Let’s do this like we’ve got places to be! Quiet on…set…” she announced, trailing off as she was forced to wait for Mia and Misa to shimmy into a standing position, which took an additional, patience-draining minute to complete. Not wanting to sit around until something else halted production, she held her hand up and began her countdown, “5, 4, 3…”

“Wow! That was some showing by Zeke! Give him another big hand, everyone!” said Cassi, linking the current scene up to the end of Zeke’s dress-up punishment for a seamless transition while simultaneously whipping up the energy of the crowd. “The Messers still have some work to do if they’re gonna catch their rivals, the Wetters. Too bad for them, the Baby New Year is back, and looking for some revenge! Mia, are you excited for your second turn?”

The vacancy in Mia’s gaze was quickly growing as the strength it took out of her to merely stand up in the two-person diaper made it difficult to pay attention. At least, she didn’t have to try super hard to convince the viewers she was also hypnotized. “Uh, sure. Yeah…so excited,” she mumbled, unable to feign any enthusiasm whatsoever.

“Wonderful! I’ll let you take over from here!” said Cassi, refusing to let her performance be brought down by Mia’s downtrodden attitude. Deciding to have a bit of extra fun at the expense of her mopey contestant, she offered Mia the large dice block only to bump it out of her hands at the last minute in a way that made it look entirely like Mia’s fault. The result was Mia clumsily bobbling the oversized cube before losing her grip on it entirely, landing her measly two spaces for her troubles. “Uh oh!” she said as she pressed a finger to her ear and pretended as though her director was speaking to her. “Uh-huh, got it. Sorry, Mia, the boys backstage say that counts. Luckily, that puts you smack-dab on a green space, which means it’s time for another betting mini-game! Let’s go to the board!”

Collecting herself as the digital spinner went round and round, Mia had just about had it with Cassi and Keelee’s endless cruelty. Run down and desperate for a reprieve, her ability to care about whether or not she won anymore was quickly weening. If they wanted her to suffer for their amusement, then she was done being their obedient conspirator.

The Change-Off Gauntlet.

“Oh, boy! This’ll be fun!” said Cassi, already imagining how much more chaotic Mia’s upcoming challenge was going to be with another body attached to her hip. “I hope you both have fond memories of the first round because Mia’s betting mini-game, you two are tasked with racing through each segment of The Change-Off in under two minutes!” Circling behind Mia and Misa so that she could throw her arm around each of them, she gleefully gestured to the back of the sound stage as lights once again rose on the set from Round One. “Well, Mia, you and the Wetters have the lead but it’s still anyone’s game. How many points are you willing to risk?”

Thinking back on how production had rigged the game for her up to this point, it was obvious they wanted Mia to be smart and play it safe to maintain her team's tentative lead. Unfortunately, the palpable combination of guilt and anger made her want to do something incredibly stupid. Moreover, as much as she didn’t want to be the sole reason her team crashed and burned, there was a large part of her that wanted to prove she had earned her win, and a physical challenge such as this was the perfect opportunity. Leaning into the mic that Cassi was pointing at her, she smirked directly into the camera, “Let’s put 50 points on the line and see what happens.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Wetters: 161.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 156.7 (+/-10) points

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blade-that-was-broken · 7 months ago

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As we know why Bruce changed from Spruce to Bruce to leave the whole band thing behind in the original (If I’m correct-)

But there’s some AUs of yours that the band doesn’t exist, but Spruce still did change his name to Bruce, why did he do that?

About Solder AU

For some reason I’m mad and disappointed in BroZone’s parents.

Do Mom really hates John Dory? Do Dad not care about his four young sons?

Why did they keep their sons away from seeing each other?

What they did was really stupid and worse. Divorced or not, having siblings separated isn’t great idea. Poor Branch…

(I know he doesn’t remember John Dory)

I’m glad that all brothers are finally going to reunite and Bruce and Clay giving John Dory a chance even if John Dory wasn’t sure if they want him back.

Alright!

This gets just a bitttt long.

For Bruce's name the short answer is I'm just kind of lazy lol.

In my other human au, Half Life, there is a notion that Spruce doesn't like his name. It has nothing to do with a band or an old identity, like in canon but it does kind of include him moving on. It's actually kind of the opposite a little bit of canon and the band thing? Like, in Half Life, Spruce moves on my owning his name and learning to like it. It's his and no one can take that away. Sure, it's kind of weird and yeah, his parents gave it to him - but it's something that he confronts and works through, kind of like a metaphor(?) for him confronting and working through his feelings on what he has been through.

In Soldier On, I was mostly just lazy. I didn't think about it. The whole concept was really just that little snippet and I wasn't planning on doing anything else at the time so I just wrote Bruce. So, idk, maybe he changed his name in this au or maybe he was born/named Bruce. You can decide lol

As for Soldier On Specifically in the other questions...

Luckily, none of the bros actually blame John for pretty much any of this. Granted, it would be hard to be upset at all considering what he has been through and also that they kinda forgot about HIM. John Dory has some feelings and some reservations about all this. He loves them but he knows he's not always easy to get along with and considering the last part of his upbringing, he's got some doubts, mostly in himself.

Branch doesn't remember JD but he remembers little things, feelings, mostly. He can hum/possibly sing an old song that no one knows how he knows. No one knows where it came from. Well, no one knows because it was JD who made it up and sung it to him as a baby. A lot. So, it's almost kind of engrained accidentally? They do end up getting along.

As for their parents...

The mom doesn't hate John and the dad does care about his other kids; it was just the tail end of an extremely long and drawn out fight where no one really won. The divorce was brutal, bitter and messy. I'm talking no holds barred nasty. Now, I do want to say, that the dad was not abusive; he didn't beat up his wife or make the whole thing traumatizing for her. They aren't divorcing because she's trying to get away from her crazy ex husband. That is NOT what happened. They were mean and cruel to each other but this is not one sided and the mom is not a victim of domestic violence. I'm not saying the dad is better than her but I do want to point that out.

The only - sort of - compromise that the two of them were ever able to make was the dad getting the oldest son, aka John. There are reasons for this, partially because John could live where their father was going to take him and not be super dependent, partially becomes lets face it, courts will favor the mother and if he fought her more over the kids, he was going to lose. Not because he's worse (they both kinda suck) but because that's the way things work.

The mom dealt with things by cutting out her ex husband. Instead of trying to work together for the sake of their kids, she shut down and didn't want to think of her ex husband at all. She literally tried to cut him out of her life and since John had to go with said ex husband, she put him in the same boat. She erased his memory, as if he was never there. She did a lot, moving away and didn't tell anyone, got new phones, erased phone numbers and contacts and call history. She did not want her ex husband to have any influence or thought in her life and since John was with him - that included him.

The dad kind of lost fight. He was able to have the company of one kid - the kid who liked the outdoorsy things - and knew the future would not include the others. He moved up north into a place that wasn't very populated. Lived a very, very simple life. More survived than lived. I'm talking probably a log cabin in the middle of the woods kind of living. He accepted what happened and just kind of stopped. He did things with John, mostly fishing, hunting, other outdoor-nature things and he didn't systematically destroy his son's memory like their mother. However, he didn't talk about them either and eventually come to prefer the company of the bottle or a smoke when the subject of his other sons come up. John became extremely self-sufficient very quickly.

There grew some resentment in JD, for sure. Neither parent dealt with any of this really well and in the end, it's not technically what killed them, it was definitely a contributing factor. Both parents died pretty young, although of different causes. The kids were really the ones who lost. In their fight against one another and trying to forget about one another, they brought that all on their kids instead.

While the younger boys lived a busy life with a semi struggling mother trying to drown out any memory or talk of their father and brother, John spent his teenage years in loneliness and virtual silence.

It shows.

#soldier on au #john dory #this got kinda deep lol

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lizajane2 · 9 months ago

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Bad Batch 3x04

"I can't contact Hunter."

"That's not the priority."

For once, I agree with Crosshair. YOU'RE CRASHING!

I love how Omega gives the same energy back to him. It's fucking great.

"You're the one who wanted to bring the hound." Hey! Batcher is a sweet girl and yeah, I've only known her for one episode, but I'd protect her with my life.

"That went well."

"Stow it."

And then there's:

"Then quit wasting time complaining." Omega is out here saying all the things I wanna say to Crosshair if he was real.

Listen, this man is going through an existential crisis and giving me whiplash. He fights with himself about doing the right thing vs making a selfish decision. Like I know there's good in him, I see it but damn it all, figure out who you are! He's also growing and I love that for him.

Not the scream done by the stormtrooper when being blasted away by the ship. I'm fucking dying!

I admit as heartwarming as I felt when Wrecker and Omega hugged, I shit you not I wanted to push him aside so she could see Hunter. I just love their father/daughter relationship so much that I needed to see him hug her before anyone else did! I mean:

"We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you."

"Five." HE WAS KEEPING COUNT!

Hunter may not be physically affectionate, but damn does he make up for it with action and words. The man skipped two steps down the ramp, reached out for Omega before she even made it to him, and hugged her tightly. He doesn't need to be emotional like Wrecker, doesn't have to be.

I have thoughts. I'm so ecstatic that they reunited with each other but damn, the moment Crosshair stepped out of that ship all of the joy was sucked out. And it should be that way. There should be shock and relief but also anger, tension, and pain. There should be apprehension from Hunter, anger from Wrecker, and animosity from Crosshair. They all feel betrayed. I want them to forgive him, forgive each other believe me, but I don't want them to be easy on Crosshair either. Especially if he did remove his chip. I know that sounds harsh after everything that's happened, but I want it to be that way. I WANT THE ANGST.

THIS SEASON IS SO GOOD! I WISH IT WOULD JUST STREAM ALL THE EPISODES AT ONCE SO I COULD BINGE-WATCH IT!

Also Echo: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

#the bad batch #hunter #omega #wrecker #crosshair #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #I NEED ECHO AND TECH BACK

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sofya-fanfics · 1 year ago

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The Stars Will Always Lead Me To You

Fandoms : Naruto / Doctor Who

Relationship : Thirteen x Sakura

My Crossover Ships Week 2023 contribution for the prompt : Reincarnation.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Sakura put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and she had regenerated.

Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Doctor Who belongs to the BBC.

@crossover-ships-brainrot

AO3 / FF.NET

The Doctor ran as fast as he could. The ship was heading straight towards a black hole, with about ten people on board. He had thought about all the possibilities and he had found a single solution. He had to gather everyone in one part of the ship and separate the other part to prevent the black hole from sucking them in entirely. But for that, someone had to stay at the risk of being sucked in. Only he could do it. But he would not have thought that Rose would knock him out to take his place.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but he had to hurry before it was too late. He had just reunited with her, after all these centuries without her. He had lost Amy, Rory and River, but Rose had reappeared in his life. She was no longer human. The TARDIS had changed something in her so she could not age anymore and she could not die.

For the first time in years, he was happy. They could finally live together forever. But things had not gone as it should and they were going to be separated again. He arrived at the heart of the ship, where it had to split in two. The door was closed. He tried to open it with his sonic screwdriver, but he could not opened it. Rose must have blocked it. He saw her through the glass of the door and he knocked with all his might.

“Rose !” He shouted. “Rose, open the door !” “No way,” she said, making the final adjustments to the central computer. “You won’t sacrifice yourself.” “Don't worry, I'll find a way to get back. But I'm begging you, open that door.”

Rose approached the glass.

“Promise me you won't stop running. You have to travel, find companions and show them the universe. The universe needs you.”

He did not care about the universe, he thought. All that mattered was getting Rose to safety. She put her hand on the glass and the Doctor imitated her. He begged her to discard the idea. Rose smiled, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“The stars will always lead me to you,” she said.

Without taking her eyes off him, she pointed her sonic screwdriver she had made in Pete's world at the computer and the ship split in two. The Doctor felt helpless. All he could do was watching Rose get sucked in the black hole while the part of the ship he was in drifted away.

After getting the entire crew to safety, the Doctor returned to the TARDIS. Why keep helping the universe, he thought bitterly, when the universe was taking everyone he loved from him.

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Sakura lay down on the ground and watched the stars. The sky was clear and the stars sparkled brilliantly. She had always liked watching them. They soothed and comforted her. As far as she could remember, the stars had always brought her this feeling of well-being. When she was a child, she wanted to travel across the universe so she could visit distant galaxies. She was convinced that it was possible and she was still convinced of it.

Naruto lay down next to her. Sakura looked at him and smiled. He had had an arm transplant four months ago and he had insisted on going on a mission with Sakura. It was a simple two-day mission, but Sakura was happy to spend time with her best friend.

“Still watching at the stars,” he teased gently. “I find them comforting.” “Do you still believe you can travel to the stars ?”

Sakura laughed lightly and she patted his shoulder. Naruto could not help wincing.

“Stop making fun of me.”

But she was convinced that something was about to change. Something important that could change her life. After returning from the mission, Sakura had the strange feeling that she was drawing to the stars more and more. As if they were calling her. Every day, she felt like her brain was assimilating new knowledge, things she had never learned. At night, she had strange dreams. She dreamed of unknown creatures and distant planets. But some things were recurring. A blue box that was bigger on the inside and a man with different faces. One day, while she was sleeping, the name of that man came to her mind.

“Doctor !” Sakura called waking up suddenly.

She put her head in her hands as a sharp pain ran through her. She had never felt this. It was as if her head was going to explode from too much information. Thousands of images raced through her head. London, Powell Estate, Jacky, Mickey, the Doctor, the TARDIS, Bad Wolf, Pete's world, John, her reunion with the Doctor, the black hole.

Sakura lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She remembered everything. Her name was Rose Tyler and when she was being sucked in the black hole, she had regenerated. It was the only explanation she had. She would never have thought that Bad Wolf could do this. She had landed in Konoha as a baby. The Harunos had found her under the cherry blossoms and had named her Sakura. But unlike the Doctor, she had no memory of her past life until today. Sakura remembered the feeling she had that things were about to change. But she would never have believed in this kind of change.

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Several weeks had passed and Sakura had only one idea in mind, to find the Doctor. But she had no way to contact him. Ever since she had regained her memory, she had been trying to build a device that might be able to send a signal to the TARDIS. She knew it would be complicated and it would take her time. But she was sure of one thing. No matter how many times they were apart, they would always meet again.

******

The Doctor lowered the throttle, but the TARDIS would not listen and did exactly as she pleased. They were heading to an unknown destination deep in the universe and that worried the Doctor. There was a violent jolt and she fell to the floor. She did not understand what was going on. The TARDIS suddenly stopped and the Doctor walked towards the screen. She opened her eyes wide as she read the instructions. Her hearts were pounding so hard she thought they would explode.

It was impossible. She did a new check and the result was the same. Rose was there. On the other side of the door. She remembered that fateful day when Rose had disappeared. There was no way she survived. But maybe… The Doctor felt hope rise in her. Maybe Rose was still alive. After all, it was not the first time that she thought she would not see her again and Rose miraculously reappeared in her life.

The Doctor only knew that she was in a village called Konoha, on a planet similar to Earth but which was millions of light years from where the black hole had been.

The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS. She was in front of a building that was being demolished. She stepped inside and nearly lost her balance when she felt a violent jolt. She arrived in a completely demolished hallway.

“What happened here ?” She wondered.

The floor shook again and the Doctor saw a figure running towards her. It was a young woman, but it was not Rose. She had pink hair and when she arrived in front of the Doctor, she could see her big green eyes.

“You mustn't stay here,” she said. “Run !”

She took her hand and they ran off. This took the Doctor back several centuries when she met Rose. This girl was not Rose, yet she felt the same warmth and sweetness in her hearts. The Doctor looked behind her and she saw two Cybermen. They left the building and the pink haired let go of her hand. The Doctor felt a void, but she came to her senses when the pink haired hit the ground with her fist and the building collapsed.

“Wow !” The Doctor exclaimed. “Impressive.”

The woman grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks.”

She looked towards the ruined building.

“I must have miscalculated,” she muttered. “The Cybermen should not have heard my call.”

The Doctor watched her. She had spoken far too softly and she had not understood what she had just said. She did not look like Rose. But she knew it was her. Everything in her knew it was Rose. Maybe she had regenerated. After all, there's still a lot she did not know about Bad Wolf.

“Is everything alright ?” She asked, noticing the Doctor watching her. “Yes, it is.”

The Doctor grinned from ear to ear. Suddenly, another Cyberman came towards them. The Doctor walked over to the building's electrical panel. The electrical wires were down. She ran her sonic over the panel. When the Cyberman would step on the wires, he would be electrocuted, she thought. But they had to leave quickly, it was also dangerous for them.

“Let's go,” the Doctor said.

She took her hand and the girl followed her without asking questions. They entered the TARDIS. The Doctor walked to the dashboard, while her guest looked around.

“It's…” she began. “It's bigger on the inside,” the Doctor continued.

She approached the Doctor, smiling.

“I knew you would hear my call.” “Rose,” the Doctor smiled. “From now on, my name is Sakura.”

Another flower name, the Doctor thought.

“What do you think about it ?” Sakura asked. “Is that a good or bad difference ?” “A good difference,” she answered, she had never been so happy.

Sakura took her hand and squeezed it.

“The stars will always lead me to you.”

This sentence which had caused her so much pain, now made her happy. She took Sakura in her arms and kissed her. She was reunited with her and she did not want to spend a second away from her.

No matter what would happen. Whether her name was Rose or Sakura. She was finally with the Doctor, aboard the TARDIS, forever.

The end

#crossovershipsweek #crossovershipweek2023 #doctor who #naruto #thirteen x sakura #Eleven X Rose #Thirteenth Doctor #13th Doctor #Sakura Haruno #eleventh doctor #11th Doctor #rose tyler #Naruto crossover #doctor who crossover #CrossOver #fanfiction #My writing

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yourfellowhuman07 · 1 year ago

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Where Do We Go Now?

A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?

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Hello everyone, it's chapter 23. Once again, thank you for all the reception I've gotten on both of my fics. I love you all.

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Chapter 23: The Thought of a Name

Everyone sat at a long table in one of the old dining rooms in the Crypto Castle. Thankfully, to cooking staff was still in the Crypto Castle and were caught off guard to suddenly have 9 more people to cater for. Though, they were thankful to make things other than sugary confectionaries. Per the recommendation of Hordak and TD, they made a simple soup so it will be easier for the clones to get used to eating actual food rather than the liquid rations they were given. The clones were initially very sheepish to consume the meal before them, but with some encouragement from their older brothers, they eventually caved and even enjoyed the new sensations created on their pallets. Along with the soup, the horde trio was given more solid foods such as some pork and bread, which they could handle from getting a hot meal for dinner while in the Etherian Horde. Entrapta and Imp had the same things only on a smaller scale.

Then the door hissed open to let in a bot caring a large stack of thick files. The group fell silent as they watched the bot awkwardly weel over to Entrapta.

“What are those?” Lonnie pointed her fork at the teetering stack of files.

“Forms so you all can become citizens of Dryl. Only if you want to of course. Though you all could fill them out once you are done eating.”

“Wait does that mean we have to actually pay taxes now?”

“Of course. Did you not pay taxes in the Fright Zone?”

“In the Fright Zone, you did not have to pay any taxes if you were a part of the army,” Hordak explained.

“Wait, how are we and the rest of the clones supposed to pay, we have no money,” TD asked, the other four clones nodded.

“We could always take whatever money Prime left behind. As his son, I would be the sole beneficiary of whatever funds he had since he never drafted any Will, so I could take whatever money he had and divide it up between all the other clones and me.” Hordak suggested.

“Are we allowed to take his money,” JJ asked.

“I doubt it really matters when he is you know… dead,” LD commented.

“Either way we will manage, now let’s go ahead and start so it will be over with faster.” An unsurprising fact about Hordak is that he hated paperwork, which is why he often saddled his second-in-command with the bulk of it. Now, he did not have that option. I mean, he appreciated the organizational aspect of it, but he saw most paperwork as a waste of time and resources. He found that electronic forms are much more practical and less time-consuming. However, at this point, his stances on paperwork scarcely mattered.

Once all the dishes were taken up, the files were all handed out. Then a problem presented itself on the first page.

“Um… what do we put down for our names?” JJ asked. All five brothers looked to Hordak. He sucked up air through his teeth as he contemplated a possible response.

“Entrapta, is the name changeable in the future?”

“Yes.”

“Then for now, just put the two letters we call each other for your first name.”

“What about last names, are those required?” ZD inquired.

“They are required they’re probably the most important out of all three names. Also, the middle name is optional.”

“What should our last name be then?” JD asked.

This simple question sparked a long debate that probably lasted longer than it should have. The men first agreed they should all share a last name since they were brothers, which created even more problems. The idea of having the last name ‘Prime’ was immediately shot down. Then LD suggested they should go for a space-themed name and suggested the last name ‘Starsweeper’ which was quickly dismissed by Hordak. They went through hundreds of names, and they took so long everyone else had left, leaving the brothers alone.

“Can’t we just do a simple name like ‘Smith’,” ZD exclaimed.

“Not happening.” LD retorted.

“How about the last name ‘Lightyear’?” Hordak suggested.

“You know what,” JD tossed his pen on the paper, “might as well.” All the other clones agreed and jotted down the name and went on to fill out the rest of the paperwork.

The only brother that did not continue was Hordak, whose eyes were fixated on the first two lines where his name was supposed to be. It was not like he did not have anything to put, he had two names. Hundreds if you count all the things he has been called by people, even though most are insults. He was stuck on the order of them. When he first laid eyes on those three lines he knew he wanted to use the name his mother gave him. It was a sign of respect and to honor her memory. Even though not a day goes by where she pops into his head at random. When it happens it isn’t terrible, but it is never pleasant.

Back to his name, he did not know which name should go first. On one hand if ‘Hordak’ is first he would be more recognizable, and people could easily identify what name he wanted to be called. On the other hand, making ‘Orion’ his first name would be more respectful of his mother, and it is common for people to go by their middle names. After much thought and debate, he landed on a name: Orion Hordak Lightyear.

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Entrapta sat in her lab repairing one of her bots when a survey droid came in frantically beeping, telling her to come to look outside. She and the bot ran to the nearest window. Initially, she saw nothing until she saw a swarm of people crowding around the base of the mountain.

#spop #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #hyperfixation #she ra #spop fanfic #fanfic #adora #mermista #horde clone ocs #horde clones #horde prime #lonnie #kyle #rohelio

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sioster · 1 year ago

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oh god, you activated the rambles again. i'm sorry, i already know this is gonna be long.

first of all, yeah. tommy no.1 and tommy no.2 are the only people who know about... well, pretty much everything. that wil and dream are spiderman, that the multiverse is real, that there's a way to travel between dimensions, that dreambur are in love. they are very pissed about the fact that they can't tell anyone about it. (but they're also amazing friends. they know when to keep a secret.)

i think the four of them are the ones that know about the extent of it all.

doesn't mean dream and wilbur are alone though.

i do think they have relationships and friends outside of it, even if they can't always be completely honest with them.

for dream, it's george, a guy he met during his first day at work, and sapnap, who rents the apartment next to dream's, and karl, the nice, chill barista from his favorite coffee shop. he also gets along well with his family, especially his sister.

wilbur doesn't really have friends besides tommy, too scared to let anyone close again after he lost niki. but i imagine him having a very tight relationship with his parents and his bandmates (lovejoy is canon in this au because i say so lol).

all of them notice that something changed in dream and wilbur, even though no one knows when or why it happened.

in the end, it takes almost two years for them to see each other again.

wil's tommy is the first one to figure it out, engineering a save, stable portal that allows travel there and back whenever you want.

when wilbur stumbles into dream's room for the first time in 20 months, dream thinks he's hallucinating. it's only when wilbur's hands come to rest on his jaw, skin warm and fingertips gentle, that he realizes that it's real.

no one can stop him when, for the third time, he pins wilbur against a wall, hands gripping wilbur's hips tightly, scared that he could disappear again at any moment.

he doesn't.

they sit down on dream's bed and talk for hours, sharing everything that happened in the months they didn't see each other.

tommy's portal finally gives them the chance to date properly, and they visit each other whenever they can, sometimes staying a few days if their schedules allow it.

and omg the villain idea has so much potential!!! maybe a villain from wilbur's dimension accidentally crossing over into dream's and partnering up with their counterpart to take down spiderman. or a villain in dream's universe having noticed how important the new spiderman seems to be to the old one and kidnapping wil for blackmail and/or torture purposes.

So:

Imagine having to manage between being a superhero and in an active band,,,, hell nah I'd never, I would crumble into dust

Spiderbur our favourite rag doll getting slammed into walls👍

I hear torture and my mind immediately reverts to pandora. Ough.

Now seriously, mmmm. Lots of things to play with here :D how does it look like from their families'/friends' point of view? Both of the heroes have always been.. interesting people. But then suddenly one of them disappears for a month, and the other is constantly occupied and when someone does catch a glimpse of him, he's uncharacteristically happy.

Then they both go back to their 'normal' life and it's like all colour has been sucked out of them.

Mmm when they reunite they hate letting the other out of their sight

#karo stuff #karo ask #cdreambur tag #what's up danger au

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years ago

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safe and sound [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader

requested by anon: Hi! I love your Criminal Minds fics and was wondering if I could make a request? Where JJ and reader are dating and it’s set during the season 7 finale where reader is the one who shot the robber and is the one who was taken instead of Will. JJ and reader reunite with a fluffy ending.

*not my gif*

Kings and Queens. Jacks and Jokers.

Sound familiar, right? When you hear that you think of the playing cards, not some bank robbers who have been robbing internationally.

It was a bank robbery. Something that you have been reported to at least five times throughout your career, but this time it was different. The robbers known as the “Face Cards” have been robbing banks all over the DC area, only this time were you called onto the scene.

You and your partner Will were driving around on patrol when your police radio went off, “All units in the vicinity of Penn and Southeast, robbery in progress at Colonial Liberty Bank. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at the Colonial Liberty Bank. All units.”

Will and you looked at each other as you grabbed the radio, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn, “426 responding,”

Will flicked on the sirens as you started to pick up speed. The two of you finally parked on the side of the bank to prevent them from escaping through the side doors, “Better pull back and see if they respond-” Will was about to go on went a shot rang out and a bullet narrowly missed his head.

“Shit! Cover!” you yelled.

The two of you took behind the car as you fired at the man who tried shooting Will. The bullet ripping through the man’s shirt and through his shoulder. You watched as the other man began pulling him away from the door and back inside.

You called for backup and not too long after JJ came running towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Will over here got pretty lucky,” you said with a smile on your face, patting his back.

JJ scanned your face, her hands never leaving your cheeks. You grabbed a hold of her hands, pressing a kiss to the palm of them, “I’m okay, let’s just try catching these guys okay?” you whispered and she nodded letting out a sigh.

Most of the day was spent talking to Chris as you all watched Oliver die. The only goal was to get the hostages out of there without anyone getting hurt, “No more feds. I want the cop who killed my brother,” you let out a sigh, placing your head in your hands.

You, Morgan, JJ, and Hotch all stood there in the van, “Well, I gotta go out there, don’t I?”

“No, absolutely not!” JJ exclaimed.

You looked at your girlfriend with a sad smile, “What other choice do we have?”

“Something! Anything else! They will shoot you the second you walk in, is that not running through your brain?!” she basically yelled.

Hotch and Morgan met your eyes and they took your face to give the two of you some space. Once they left, you looked at JJ and placed your hands on her waist.

She finally leaned in to your touch and placed her hands softly along your neck. You placed your forehead on hers as she sighed. You pressed your lips on hers, kissing her intensely. You wanted to show her how much you love her and care for her even if you’re about to run into a bank full of robbers who probably want you dead.

Once you pulled away, she noticed the determined look in your eyes, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! What about us? What about Henry?”

“Four people are dead because I killed his brother,” I whispered.

You pulled away from your short embrace, walking backwards towards the door of the van, “No please! Please don’t leave me!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face as she slid her back against the wall.

You wanted nothing more than to run up and hold her, but you knew that this needed to be done. So no one else could die for your mistakes. “I don’t have a choice baby,” you whispered again, “I love you and I love Henry. Remember that, always,”

Hotch already knew what you were gonna choose, SWAT members hid behind the cop cars, already pointing their guns inside. You took a deep breath as you started to walk towards the bank.

You could hear JJ’s screams as you slowly walked towards the bank, “Morgan! Let go of me! Y/N! Y/N stop!”

You raised your hands up immediately, walking into the bank, “C’mon Chris, you got what you wanted. I’m here. Now please, let them go,”

“You go,” Chris said, forcing a mom and her children out of there, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him.

There was no response from him as he just shot you twice. The bullets firing echoing throughout the entire building and outside. JJ scrambled in Morgan’s arms, her bright blue eyes widening, “No!”

The team sat there in the van with JJ. All eyeing her like she was about to just explode. One wrong word would just cause her to go crazy, “Where were they shot?” she asked. Garcia just stared at her unsure of what to say, “Where were they shot?!”

“I don’t know,” Garcia muttered.

JJ picked up the stack of papers that were lying next to her and threw them at the wall of the van. Smacking her hands down onto the cool metal. Everyone just stared in shock, unsure of whether you’re alive or dead.

Luckily, he didn’t go for the kill shot.

You laid there as you could feel your body going cold. Your shoulder was bleeding out and the hostages who were helping you started to get a little blurry.

All you could think about was JJ and Henry. The way Henry would run up to you when you’d go over to their house and hug you tightly.

Or the nights where both you and JJ were off, Henry would lie in the middle of you as a movie played. Eventually, Henry would fall asleep cuddled up next you. Then JJ’s lazy arm would wrap the both of you. Once you made sure they were both sleeping soundly, you’d wrap your arms around both of them safely and securely.

“I need to cause a distraction while you guys get out of here,” you told the man, who was applying pressure to your wound, “But I need you to tell my girlfriend Jennifer and her son Henry that I love them so much and I’m sorry,”

The rest of the time you spent at the bank was a little fuzzy. You were more focused on trying to get Chris to turn on the woman and trying not to pass out from blood loss, than anything else.

Before you knew it there was an explosion and you were just getting pushed into a car. The whole car ride, you focused your breathing, trying your hardest to stay awake.

The only thing keeping you going were JJ and Henry. What you would do just to hold them one last time.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when you arrived at a fire station. The fireman helped patched you up much to Izzy’s choice. You watched as she shot him multiple times before sneaking into the firehouse to grab you a change of clothes.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you muttered.

“He was a witness, he needed to go,” she shot back without an ounce of remorse.

Then the next thing you know you were transported back to the car. Everything was going fine or well okay for being a hostage to two psychopaths. Until Izzy just started opening fire on Chris.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, take Chris out of the car and get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a little drive,” she told you, the gun pointed straight at you, “Stop here,” she muttered after a little bit.

The backdoor opened to reveal the Joker himself. He was the former Marine who helped keep pressure on your wound. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before ultimately remaining your composure.

“Hey Y/N!” he patted your wounded shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest not to wince, “Sorry, forgot about that,”

“Drive,” she said again.

“Where?”

“Take me to see your son,” Izzy said and you shook your head. Henry wasn’t your sign biologically, but the longer you and JJ dated the longer it felt like he was. Like your entire life he was actually yours, “I said, drive!”

You took a deep breath in before driving towards JJ’s house. The drive was tense as your knuckled turned white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. You just hoped and prayed to whatever type of God there was that they could keep Henry safe.

JJ would be able to get over the loss of you, but the loss of Henry. That’s a different kind of loss she’ll never be able to survive.

You finally parked across the street. You smiled softly at the sight of Henry playing in the front with Miss Kate and her daughter.

“He’s a cutie,” Izzy told you and your smile quickly faded, “Looks a lot like Jennifer. Where’s the hospitality Y/N? Come on introduce me!”

You got out of the car slowly walking up to the house, “Y/N!” Henry yelled, running towards you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

You crouched down so his tiny arms can wrap around your neck. You held him tight and close, sucking in a deep breath. Just for a moment, you were transported back to one of your favorite parts of the week. Just for a moment, he was safe in your arms.

Until he wasn’t.

You told Miss Kate that it was okay to go as Izzy followed you into JJ’s home. Once Henry ran off to grab some toys, you turned your head and looked straight at her, “You touch my kid and I will kill you!” you said with teeth gritted.

Izzy clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, making a tsk noise, “Now do you remember the deal Y/N? You touch me and both you and Jennifer die. Who’s gonna take care of Henry then?”

“Y/N! Come play with me!” he exclaimed, running back in.

You crouched down again, ruffling his blonde hair, “I would love to, but I can’t right now buddy. You see, I have to go back to fighting bad guys, okay? Izzy over here is gonna take care of you until mommy comes home,” you could feel the tears start stinging your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling.

“So you’re gonna be a good boy for Izzy, okay? Listen to everything she says, okay?” you ask him

“Okay,” he replies innocently.

“One more thing bud,” you pull him close to you as you hug him tightly, “I know I am not your mom or dad, but I love you so much. Did you know that?”

He nods and you smile softly, “I will never let anything hurt you. Everything is going to be okay,”

“Everything will be okay,” he mumbled back, “I love you Y/N,”

You sniffled, “I love you too buddy,”

You take a deep breath and back away from him. Before you walked out of the house, you looked Izzy dead in the eye, pushing your shoulder against hers on the way out.

You sung open the car door before slamming it shut, “What the fuck do you want?!” you asked.

“Woah, easy tiger,” Matthew told you, “You’re going to listen to everything I say. If you as dare mutter the two lettered word, your boy is as good as gone. Or should I say Jennifer’s boy is as good as gone because he’s not yours. He will never be your own kid,”

Matthew made you drive to the train station where he strapped a bunch of bombs to your chest and chained you up like you’re some random zoo animal. Then he ran, like the coward he is, he ran.

You thought you were as good as gone. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was that Henry was safe. He was stuck with the psychopath that is the quote on quote “Queen”.

Just when all hope was lost Prentiss came running in, “I found Y/N!”

She ripped the duct tape off your mouth, “Izzy’s got Henry. Forget about me! Make sure Henry’s safe, please!”

“JJ’s there right now. She’s gonna keep him safe,” Emily tried calming you down, “I’m not leaving your side, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can be with your family,”

Emily was panicking as she tried to find a way to keep you from blowing up into bits. She punched in one passcode and it beeped, showing that she only had two tries left.

You shook your head, knowing that in a minute you’ll be gone, and Emily could not be here to be included in the damage.

“Emily, just go. Get everyone out of here,” you pleaded.

She shook her head, “No, I told you you’ll get to be with your family and that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not going to leave you,”

When she finally unlocked the code, another box opened. 30 seconds flashing and taunting you. This is how long you have left live.

“Emily, tell JJ that I love her and that I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Now leave please! There’s still a chance that you could save yourself so go!” you screamed.

She sat there looking at the wires before out of nowhere without speaking she just cut one, “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, shutting your eyes close.

After a couple seconds, nothing happened. You opened one eye and looked down at the timer. It stopped. You let out a breath and an empty laugh, leaning your head against the pole.

“Emily, I love you and I love that you’re JJ’s best friend. But let me just say, I did not think we’d get this close to where I trust you with my life...literally!” you joked and she let out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get you to your family,” she told you.

As soon as the bomb squad came to disarm you, you wrapped your arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug, “Thank you,”

“Of course,”

You were finally discharged from the hospital after a couple hours. Rossi reassured JJ that she could stay home with Henry and that he’ll drive you to the house. She was hesitant at first, but Rossi basically forced her to stay home.

Rossi parked in front of JJ’s patting your shoulder softly, “Enjoy your time off,” he joked.

“Oh trust me, I will,” you fired back and the two of you let out a hearty laugh.

You walked into the house slowly. Henry’s little voice echoing throughout the foyer was like music to your ears, “Y/N! You’re back!” he yelled.

You kneeled down as he made a bee line towards your arms with your arm that wasn’t in a sling, you hugged him tight. Even with one arm you could tell that he was struggling to breathe at how tight you were hugging him.

“I am! Did you pick out a movie tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Yup!”

“Which one did you pick?” you asked and he showed you the DVD case of Shrek 2, “Nice choice bud!”

You looked up to the sound of footsteps to see JJ walking towards the two of you, “How about you brush your teeth and change into your PJ’s and me and your mom we’ll get the bed and movie all set up? How does that sound?”

“Great!” he replied with a big smile.

“Great!” you responded, ruffling his hair, pulling him into another hug, “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you too,” he told you before running off.

You stood back up to face JJ. At first she looked angry before her anger turned to sadness. You took her into your arm as she buried her face into your neck, “It’s okay,” you whispered, “Everyone’s safe. I’m safe, Henry’s safe, you’re safe. We’re okay,”

JJ took your face into her hands, running circles on your cheekbones, “I know Henry’s not biologically mine, but he means the world to me Jay. I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to him,”

“You’re just as much as a parent as I am,” she whispered.

“But he’s not mine,” you told her.

“Then let’s change that, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me. We’ll get married in front of all of our friends and family. Henry will be your son, blood or not. And I will be your wife,” JJ whispered.

You smiled at her softly, “You know, I always wanted a wife and son,” you whispered to her.

“So is that a yes?” she asked.

“In every single language,” you murmured, pressing your lips upon hers.

You and JJ stood there for a minute, just relishing in each other’s embrace. Your lips moving in sync. When all of a sudden you hear a little, “Ewwwww,”

The two of you pulled apart and you saw Henry all dressed up in his Captain America pajamas, “Who are you ‘eww-ing’ Mr?” you asked him and he giggled as he ran away from you.

You immediately ran after him, JJ yelling after you, “Y/N! Be careful of your arm!”

Henry squealed as you picked him up with your one healthy arm, spinning him around the bedroom before dropping him onto the bed. You crashed in your usual spot next to him as JJ put on the movie.

You felt Henry’s little arm wrap around your body and once his grip loosened you knew he was asleep. Your eyes glanced over to JJ who was sleeping safe and soundly, her chin resting on top of Henry’s blonde head of hair.

You sighed contently, as you turned on your side, wrapping your arms around the two of them. Henry’s head close to your chest as your forehead rested on top of JJ’s.

Just for a moment, everything was right where it needed to be.

#jennifer jareau imagines #jennifer jareau x reader #jj criminal minds imagines #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

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kittenkatbar · 2 years ago

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okay now that i’ve got all the negative ranting out, here’s some positive takes (which, yes, have some crossover with things i disliked because i think things can actually be good and bad at the same time in different ways). also: i think a lot of the complaints we all have (including myself) are because we are looking at either s4 or even just vol2 as a contained unit, and not a continuous story.. which is weird for all of us to do considering we’ve been analyzing the continuous storyline for.. years?? i’m not saying don’t feel your feelings or don’t rant into the void of social media, but i am saying don’t let your immediate disappointment overshadow the fact that three seasons of development came before this and we have another on the way. this very well can/will still come together in a way few of us expect, whether that’s with big plot line or the canon relationships. so, anyway, positives:

the ACTING. cried, jaw on the floor during multiple scenes. literally not a single bad performance imo, particularly given either the motivations we now know of and the ones we can infer

the way max’s feelings about billy were stated. i’m not crazy necessarily about the way she was treated post-feelings-reveal, however!! i think they handled the grief and anger and absolute confusion of having an abusive sibling well with the way she felt about billy. i mean, i was wrecked over it lol

sibling moments!!!! lucas and erica, jonathan and will, WILL AND EL! god i love will and el being siblings so much i cannot describe it. will’s obvious amount of care for el when they reunite made me so happy.

piggybacking (lol) off that last one, i know a lot of people were mad that will would be so quick to throw himself aside for el and mike’s happiness, and i totally understand being upset during those scenes!! but i think a lot of people are confusing their feelings with how the scene feels to them for anger that the scene exists? which is.. ig understandable in the moment but once you cool down the scenes make perfect sense. you should feel bad in those scenes for will! that’s why noah acted them out that way! that’s why they were written that way! but that doesn’t meant they’re poorly written lmao. will WOULD put himself aside for people he loves? he canonically doesn’t want to tell people when something is wrong unless they ask first and point it out?? and with how often they harp on mike being oblivious.. yeah he probably won’t

now i KNOW in my “negatives” (more just drunk immediate rant post-watch, don’t take that one too seriously lol) i said they made mike a dick for no reason. i want to flip that a bit from the rant, because while i do think WITHIN SEASON FOUR it feels that way, i don’t think it’s actually done for no reason. like i guess they could be writing him irrationally, but that doesn’t make sense? they keep saying he’s oblivious. we KNOW that. he was far less so when he was younger, but he also had more of a child’s POV back then and it was probably easier to focus on things right in front of him than the 80 million bigger issues like he does now

another thing i said i disliked was the way the queer characters felt like plot dev/stepping stones for the straight characters: which again, think they largely do feel that way.. but: it IS a drama. i know we all want happy characters, but even our straight characters aren’t really happy? jonathan and nancy are still pretending, max isn’t conscious currently and lucas is dealing with the possibility of losing her, i assume joyce and hopper are going to have a LOT of ptsd and that could very well put stress on their relationship in season 5. also, i hate to say it, but i think that’s a super relatable feeling AS A QUEER PERSON. like yeah, a lot of times your feelings are sidelined. it fucking sucks. a lot of us HAVE learned to put other people first because we do get put on the back burner. it’s not happy but it’s pretty fucking real for a lot of queer people? i don’t necessarily think it’s bad writing UNLESS s5 paves over it

also in my negatives i was upset over not having explicitly stated queer characters, which again, still partially stand by being disappointed. buuuuuut. will is like 15? in the 1980s? like absolutely not saying people didn’t come out in the 80s lmao, they did, but it WAS harder. particularly when you want to come out to the kid you’re in love with while he’s dating your sister? and you can’t bring yourself to say it so you just KEEP GIVING HIM PEP TALKS INSTEAD 💀 kid is rightfully a mess lmao, give him TIME. i know it feels like it should’ve happened because this season was so long, but it still literally took place over a spring break. would i have liked an explicitly stated “i’m gay” ??? obviously lol. but again: big picture thinking, not single season. yes it’s fantasy, yes queer people came out in the 80s, yes they can do it. and i’m almost certain they will in s5. but will is VALIDLY concerned with 1) the people he cares about 2) fucking vecna 3) being even a CLOSETED queer kid, which can be terrifying!!

it’s not queerbaiting imo. i’m counting this as a positive. it’s definitely a FINE LINE lmao, but with noah’s acting? nah. like could this be a pr thing to keep a larger audience engaged until s5?? yeah sure. but i’m seeing this more as a bleed-over into s5 bc it’ll allow for us to get more acquainted with hawkins merging with the upside down without too many huge changes in character relationships. like i’ll never tell anyone that if they feel queerbaited they’re wrong, bc that’s rude af and we all perceive things differently, but IN MY EYES it’s not queerbaiting. drawn out? yeah kinda lmao. but again that’s probably bc the season was long and it made it feel like we were waiting more. BUT tying it into previous seasons it fits. and i’d rather have a bigger scene next season than a rushed one in s4

i said that a lot of the relationships feel like a carousel (el and mike breaking up and making up/hero worship, jonathan and nancy lying and not seeing eye to eye on things, will constantly pining over mike and putting his own feelings to the side so mike’s can take the forefront) and yeah, they do. while i think—again—contained in-season this feels repetitive and annoying, within the greater narrative of the show i think we’ll be seeing it spin out of control in s5. i don’t mind seeing character repeat mistakes if there’s pay off. i wish s4 felt like more pay off in that respect, but again, i think it’s just the length of the season. it makes all the pay off feel almost less important BECAUSE we get something, wait for the next thing for like 12 hours lmao

eddie’s death: still wish he HADNT died, but i think the passing of the torch onto dustin was important and i’m interested to see where that leads him. while i think the way he died felt unnecessary in a narrative context, i think it was acted PERFECTLY and honestly makes me not want to criticize it at all

jopper kiss!! love it!! that’s all!!!!

not mentioning/forgetting will’s birthday. ik most people hate it, i did too!! until about three minutes ago when i was like “huh that would’ve hurt more, actually, no thanks”

again: yes i want a full coming out scene, but while i’m being patient until s5.. the car scene was GOOD. will has been speaking through the lens of el ALL season idk why it’s upsetting now?? like be upset over whatever you want for sure, but that feeling of being too scared to actually be honest and pretending your feelings aren’t yours? relatable

the way mike responds to will, just like, in general? ik people are calling that queerbaiting too, bud idk guys maybe the 15 year old is ACTUALLY suffering from 80s internalized homophobia?? and that would take more than a spring break to fix???

got a lot of good shots framing byler towards the end!! feels like a nudge towards s5!

this one is only tangentially show related, but i’m glad we have things to complain about actually. i think that’s a positive. the show IS good, it has a lot of flaws, but so does literally everything fucking ever. but mostly i’m glad we can be angry at something right now when for a lot of people, it feels like the worlds on fire. sometimes it’s nice to be able to be a little stupidly mad over ship stuff, or a plot line you hated, or the fact that you keep forgetting s4 is part of a bigger puzzle, so everything feels simultaneously too big and nonexistent.. but we can be mad about it. we can be mad about it and there’s no real consequences because it’s a show. it’s a damn good mental escape or piece of media to pick apart and let yourself be mad in a healthier, more in control way.

tl;dr: this is my positive list (aka my legitimate list, not just me drunk and angry because i can be). i think a lot of people will disagree with me, but that’s okay!!

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things volume 2 #byler #st s4 #st s5 #st s4 v2 #st s4 spoilers #st4 volume 2 spoilers #stranger things volume 2 spoilers

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fictionkinfessions · 2 years ago

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🐅⭐ Hey I'm back! Tigerstar! The guy who's always here talking about important cats to him or cats that suck. I've been reminded that I never did a direct Sasha one. This could possibly take awhile.

So Sasha, Sasha Sasha Sasha. I just said your name four times...

There really isn't any simple way to put this, well no there is, but I'm not going. Before you, all kittypets in my eyes were bad, they were terrible. Now of course, I didn't know you were an ex-kittypet until later, and when I found out, I wasn't very nice about it. I'm really sorry for that, I wasn't a good cat. I invited you to ShadowClan and I also lied about what Firestar was doing, then the writers kinda messed up the book because the dog attack happend before Firestar was leader-

Anyways Sasha, I wish you stayed with me, I know I don't deserve that but I wish we were together longer, I hate how I never got to properly meet our kits and how I never got to meet Mothwing and Tadpole. I was still so proud of all my kits though, because they were also your kits. I wish we could've been a family. It isn't fair, they deserved a father. I'm sorry I couldn't watch over them right in my death, but I desperately want to be a family.

I wish you would have stayed, even if I didn't deserve it. I was a jerk to your friends and then to you, I know I shouldn't have been but I was much like everyone else in my life. You were the best thing to ever happen to me, I should've tooken advange of that instead of taking it for granted. You still loved me after what I was like and hearing what I did, that's when I knew that you were really my soulmate. If you'd have stayed with me, I KNOW you could have made a difference. You could've changed me, helped me see things differently, all of our kits would've lived, and we'd be able to guide Hawkfrost on a good path together. You would've been an asset to ShadowClan, you'd live a long life because of your kittypet vaccines. It could've all worked out. I know if I wasn't such a bastard then it could've been different. If you didn't stumble into whatever that hole was, you wouldn't have found out about what you did, you would've stayed and maybe you really could've changed me. I know you would've been capable of it. I love you Sasha, I really do, I'd never take you for granted again if I can just see you again, be with you again, just us. I want to reunite our family, you could've met Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw. We could've been happy, happy together. I didn't deserve it, I realise that, but I still want it. When you left, I always longed for you to come back. I miss you Sasha. My adorable siamese cat. I'm proud of you for being able to walk away from me when you saw I was bad, it's not easy for cats or twolegs to do that. I respect that you were able to do that, as much as it hurts. I didn't want you to leave though. I loved you Sasha, I still do love you even now.

I know we were meant to be, maybe I should have chased after you, would've things been different? I should have made more of an effort to show you that I loved you. I know we didn't know eachother for long but it was love at first sight for me, and you too apparently. If I could have apologized, maybe it would've been different. I miss you. I really really miss you Sasha. I should've tried to find you, I know I should've looked for you, if I didn't let you get away from me...it haunts me even now. Everything I did, how I just let you go without even putting up a fight. It was the first time in my life I ever gave up. Maybe because deep down, I thought you'd be better off without me, so for the first time, I just gave up. I was miserable for days when you left, but I had to suck it up, nobody could know I ever got sad, that I was capable of feeling heartbreak, I'm suppose to be Tigerstar.

But I had feelings, feelings I always tried to lock up, because anytime I cared about something, it always left, it was always gone. It never lasted, I'm not aloud to have feelings, I have to be tough! But how tough am I really I'd I can't show my emotions? I'm just weak, I can't be vulnerable and it makes me weak, if you stayed, maybe you could've helped me be more vulnerable and open up to the cats around me, the cats who actually cared and wanted to help me. I know you could have helped me. I needed you more then I realized, and like me, I only realized when you were gone that I needed you so bad.

You will always be my true love Sasha, the only one for me, and that will never change.

I miss you everyday, I hope you're doing better now, and I hope our children are too.

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #tigerstarkin #warriorcatskin #repetition cw #chara hate #dogs cw #animal attacks cw #shipping issue #mod party cat

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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Birthday girl

I can't believe I did that, but here we are. This fits the "Multiple partners/gangbang" square from the Summer Bingo. With our favorite boys; Mike, Rafael, Sonny & Mike.

Words count: 3,9k

Warnings: Gangbang, p in v, creampie, spanking (slightly)

Sorry if there's any typos...

@thatesqcrush

You had a lot of hopes for your 30th birthday. Not just for the celebration itself but also in general. You thought that by now, you would be in a serious relationship, maybe with a kid or two, or at least planning on having one. You had many things you wanted to do before you were 30, but now that you think about it, you didn’t do much of those things. You’re actually far from it.

It just hurts to see people around you having their life together. Your best friend is married to a lovely man, she has a two year old boy and is pregnant with a second and she owns her business. Your sister - older than you - is traveling all around the world with her husband and their dog. And everytime you meet with your mother, it’s like she has to put pressure where it hurts. Every single time.

The only thing you can’t complain about is your job, and the people you work with. Being a detective at SVU is hard, it’s challenging, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And you have the most amazing squad with you. Also, the most handsome men you ever met. Seriously. Mike, Sonny, Rafael, Nick. How could you not like your job when you see those faces 24/7?

You had expectations for your celebration party. You invited the squad to a beach house that you rented. They became your family, they are the ones you want to celebrate with. But little by little, it was falling apart. First, Amanda had to cancel since her sister is in town, and everyone knows Kim is a handful. Then, it was Liv turn. The day before, Noah got sick, so she decided to stay at home with him. That’s fair, Noah’s health first. And last but not least, your best friend and her husband canceled too. “No one to take care of the kid,” apparently. Is that what it is to have kids? Not having fun anymore? Cause if that’s it, maybe you don’t want one.

So, in the end, it’s just you and the boys. Not that you mind that thought at all.

You left early in the morning with Sonny. He offered to help you prepare the house, and go grocery shopping. “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked, gently as always.

“Kinda upset that everyone canceled. But I won’t let this ruin my day!”

“You’ll have fun anyway. We planned a few things with the guys,” he teased.

You spent the entire day annoying Sonny so he would talk. But he didn’t say a damn thing. Whatever they have prepared, you have no clue. It does stress you out a little but one thing is sure; you can trust them with your life.

Everything was ready when Mike, Nick and Rafael arrived. When Sonny opened the door to them, their arms were full. You saw booze, food, and gifts. Way too many gifts for one person. “What the hell is all of that?” you exclaimed when they dropped everything on the floor, in the living area.

“Everything we need to celebrate your 30th birthday. You will remember this weekend,” Mike said with a huge grin on his face. He walked up to you and hugged you softly. “Happy birthday Y/N,” he kissed your forehead.

Nick and Rafael did the same as Mike. Then, they quickly put their stuff in the bedrooms, before joining you and Sonny on the terrace, facing the ocean. The weather wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t care less.

“One rule for this weekend; not shop talk,” Nick warned and everyone agreed with it.

The evening started pretty smoothly. You were having drinks, eating the apéritif you and Sonny prepared earlier and chatting about nothing and everything. At some point, Rafael came back with a bottle of champagne and poured everyone a glass. “To our amazing Y/N,” he said, holding his glass in the air. “You probably have no idea what you mean to all of us and that’s actually what makes you even more lovable. We care about you more than you know. Happy birthday, querida,” he smiled and toast with you.

You looked at Rafael with puppy eyes. He and the three others know you’re not used to being praised like this, even though you deserve any less.

“This is nice! Mike, your turn,”

The sergeant obliged. He stood up and cleared his throat, “Everyone knows that me joining SVU was my dad’s idea, but honestly, I can’t thank him enough for making me. Cause now you’re in my life and girl, you won’t get rid of me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” he paused, “and without those idiots either, but that’s not their birthdays,”

“You said it anyway,” Nick teased Mike.

“Shut up, Nick! Let him finish,” you elbowed Nick.

“Well, I was done actually. Happy birthday, honey,” he bent over to kiss your cheek and then toasted with you.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. “Nick, now you can talk,” you were excited about this. The past weeks before your birthday hadn’t been easy, you overthink a lot about your life. You actually cried yourself to sleep the night before, but none of them know. Their words make you feel much better. You’re lucky to have them.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said before standing up, “We didn’t start on the right foot, you and me, probably because you never chewed your words with me and I hated it. But you were right on most of the things you ever told me. You’re - without a shadow of a doubt - the best friend I ever had. I can’t wait for us to fight like cats and dogs at the nursery home. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño,” he smiled at you and extended his glass so you could toast together, “Also, you’re hot as hell,”

It was an understatement to be honest, but Nick added this comment because he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he refused to see you cry on your birthday, because of something he said. Fortunately, it worked and you laughed instead of crying. “He’s right,” Rafael added with a wink. Of course, none of them missed how your cheeks turned bright red, even if you tried to play it cool.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” Sonny spoke and stood up. But he stayed silent for a moment, “What they said,” he simply said before sitting again.

Mike, Nick and Rafael immediately started to playfully boo him, “You suck man!” Nick exclaimed.

“You usually can’t shut up and now, that’s all you have to say?” Rafael teased him.

“Y/N should have the right to punish you,” Mike added.

“Oh yes, please! Can I punish you?” you eagerly asked.

“Oh honey,” Rafael grabbed your attention, “you don’t ask someone if you can punish them. You just do it,”

“I know, Rafi. But he’s a good catholic boy, remember? We can’t have him running out of the house, praying for our souls,”

“Y/N. You know Sonny is worse then all of us reunited,” Rafael said this so casually, he didn’t realize how it sounded.

“Dominick Carisi, you’re such a liar!” Mike shouted, “you told me you and Raf didn’t hook up!”

“Yeah well, about that? I lied,”

Sonny and Rafael exchanged sweet looks, while you were silently drinking your glass of champagne.. “Are you two dating or something?” Nick asked.

Rafael was about to say something, but Mike stood up in one quick motion and shouted even louder, “Oh my god!” The four of you looked at him, “I think what you should be asking, Nick, is if the three of them are a thing!”

One thing you hate about Mike is how he can read you like an open book. It was hard to hide from him, the night you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago. Now, there was no point to lie.

“I can’t believe you three hook up and didn’t say a damn thing,” Nick said.

“To be honest, I’m more offended about not being invited,” Mike added.

That’s how the night took a very different turn.

*****

“I think all the attention should be on the birthday girl,” Rafael said as he was unbuttoning his shirt. You and Sonny were kissing on one side of the couch while Mike and Nick were making out on the other side.

“Raf is right. To be fair, we have an entire weekend in this house,” Mike added.

In a matter of seconds, you were standing in the middle of the master bedroom, with the four men around you. “Mike and Nick need to know the safe word.” Rafael commented, and Sonny took his tongue out of your month to let you speak.

“Armadillo,” you said.

You can’t even begin to describe how you feel about all of this. Those four men just for you? All of their attention on you? That thought only could make cum on the spot. You had to remember the ground rules you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago, and the first one is not to overthink. You all know you can trust one another. You’re more safe with those four guys than with one single random guy.

Once the safe word was known to everyone, Sonny remained kissing you. You immediately granted access to his tongue, it was sloppy but passionate. Meanwhile, you felt a pair of hands taking off your top and another one taking care of your pants. “Matching underwear,” Mike commented, as he was the one staring, “You hoped for this, didn’t you?” You smiled against Sonny. You didn’t hope for a gangbang, but yes, you did hope to get lucky. But this was better than anything you hoped for.

“Of course, she did,” you heard Nick’s voice coming from behind you. He gently unhook your bra, freeing your tits and he didn’t waste a second before playing with them. Your nipples were already hard, craving for attention. “She knew she could have any of us,”

“Oh Nick, that’s worse than that. She knew she could have the four of us,” Rafael added, as one of his hands slided in your panties, feeling how hot and wet you were. “Guys, she is dripping,” he let the others know, and he gently started to tease your clit with his thumb.

As Sonny kept kissing you, Nick kept playing with your tits, and Rafael kept teasing your drenched entrance, Mike got undressed. You saw him from the corner of your eyes, and your attention quickly fell on his rock hard erection. He smiled when he noticed where you were looking and started to stroke himself. You locked eyes with him while tentatively trying to touch one of the guy's cock. Your hand landed on Sonny’s crotch and he groaned at the sensation, even through the fabric of his jeans. But Rafael used his free hand to grab your wrist. “Such a needy cock slut,” he said, right next to your ear.

“Maybe Sonny should replace his tongue with his cock,” Nick offered and he felt you nodding. So Sonny stopped kissing you, he briefly took a look at your swollen lips, and your naked body being taken care of by Rafael and Nick.

“Well, Mike, get closer,” Sonny said as he undressed himself, “She loves having two cocks in her mouth. Am I right, Y/N?”

Everything that was happening was too much, you struggled to find your words, so you nodded. But it wasn’t enough for them. “You want to hear you say it,” Mike said after he finally got closer to you.

“I--I want your cocks--” you moaned as Rafael finally entered your core with one finger, “in my month,” you moaned even more when Nick pinched both of your nipples, just enough to make it hurt, “All of them,” you finally added.

To make sure Rafael and Nick could still work on your body, Mike and Sonny stood up on the edge of the bed. Your face was right at their crotch. You took one cock in each hand, gently stroking them, “I think Mike should be first. I already know how your mouth feels,” you agreed and focused on Mike’s cock, but with your other hand still stroking Sonny’s. You softly licked the head, tasting the precum coming out, before taking him in your mouth. Mike let out a huge groan at the feeling, “Man, when was the last time you had a blowjob?” Nick joked.

“Way too long,” he managed to say.

You have to admit, it’s hard to give a good blowjob to a man, while two others are worshipping your body. But Rafael decided to withdraw his hand from your panties and quickly after, you felt a cold breeze as Nick’s hands and body drift away from you. “Don’t forget about Sonny, babygirl,” you heard from the other side of the room.

Your jaw is going to be sore as fuck in the morning as you opened your mouth as much as you could, to take both Sonny’s and Mike’s cocks in. Obviously, they can’t both fit in but it is mostly about playing with the heads and your tongue.

You jolted when you felt a very warm body against your back. You recognized Rafael’s smell. He was fully naked. He held your hips strongly, sliding his hard cock in your panties and stroking it against your ass. You felt his hot breath in your neck before he planted a few wet kisses there.

Your face was a mess. It was a mix of saliva and precum from both men. Your pussy was a mess too. You were so wet, you could feel it on your thighs. You kept sucking Sonny and Mike for a short moment before they made you stop. Mike got down from the bed and kissed you deeply, enjoying the mixture that was there.

Someone finally took your panties off, you don’t know who and you couldn’t care less. You were desperate to be fucked.

*****

The first to get inside you was Nick. You were lying on the bed, a complete mess already, and Nick got on top of you. He gently kissed you, teased your entrance for a short moment before sinking inside your pussy in a slow motion. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He started to thrust you, slow and deep at first.

The sounds you were making were such a turn on to the four men. As Nick was fucking you good, you had no idea where Mike, Sonny and Rafael were, until you felt someone climbing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rafael’s face above you and his cock was a few inches from your mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said and you obliged. As Nick was fucking your pussy, Rafael was facefucking you. And this was a lot to handle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm coming up. Your cries were muffled by Rafael’s thick cock as you came, and it brought him an overwhelming sensation that made him groan hard. “Such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” Nick said. He wasn’t far from coming either. He buried his face in your neck, and he felt your nails crashing on his skull. It took a few more thrusts before he loaded his hot cum inside you, crying out your name.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before pulling out, at the same time Rafael stopped facefucking you and you cried at the emptiness.

“Someone doesn’t like to feel empty?” It was Sonny who talked. He was sitting next to you and he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, taking Nick’s cum back where it belonged. Your body arched at the feeling and you moaned deeply. “So worked up already. But we’re not done with you,”

“You better not,” you laughed.

“Oh, she’s teasing!” Mike exclaimed. “Babygirl, when we're done with you, you won’t be able to sit for weeks. Everyone at the precinct will wonder what happened during the weekend,” he kissed you while Sonny added a third finger inside your core. You felt a second orgams building inside your belly.

“You better not come on Sonny’s fingers,” Rafael warned you, “You’re only allowed to come on our cocks,” you found him in the room and locked eyes with him.

You knew from his expression what he was waiting for, “Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“That’s our good girl,”

Then it was Sonny’s. The man has a soft spot for a good doggy style, so he ordered you to get on all fours and you obeyed. He stroked his cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before sliding inside you so easily. “God, you take us so well, baby,” he said as he started to thrust. He was faster than Nick, and you know from experience that Sonny has incredible stamina. He can rock inside you hard and fast for a long moment.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, “Fuck, Sonny! Yes!”

“That’s right, take that cock, doll,” he said, slamming harder.

As you grabbed the sheets into your fists, you felt someone crawling under you. It was Nick. He laid down and brought your mouth to his in an eager kiss. Sonny kept fucking you, his hands were strongly holding your hips, so you understood it was someone else that spank you. Mike or Rafael, you didn’t know - although, you had an idea; Rafael does love to spank you - and you cried inside Nick’s mouth. Then you felt someone grabbing your arms to lock them in your back. Nick held you close against him, stroking your hair as your second orgasm hit you hard.

Feeling your pussy clenching around his cock, and hearing you cursing non sense, sent Sonny over the edge. He almost collapsed on you as he came deep inside you.

You felt the emptiness when Sonny took his cock out of you but it was quickly filled by someone’s fingers. You were just a pile of lambs on Nick, but you jolted when one of them curled two fingers inside your pussy. “You love that, don’t you? Nick’s and Sonny’s cum mixing inside you,” You don’t know if that’s Rafael that is fingering you but he’s the one talking. You were still catching your breath when the fingers were replaced by a cock teasing your entrance.

“Do you want to keep going, babygirl? We can st--”

“I didn’t say the word, did I, Mike?” you shot.

“Right. Then it’s my turn to fill that pussy,” he didn’t give you the time to answer, he shoved his cock inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Mike, yes!”” you cried.

Nick stayed under you as Mike fucked you hard. Mike’s short nails scratched your back as he went in and out of you. He withdrew completely before sinking back and bottoming down. He did that a few times, enjoying your noises every time he hit your sweet spot. “Damn, that pussy is so perfect,” he growled.

“It was made for us,” Sonny said.

On your left, you saw Rafael standing there, stroking his cock as he watched Mike fucking you. You extended your hand to replace his and he let you. “You can’t get enough,” he teased you.

“Never,” you grinned.

Mike grabbed your hair in his fist, bringing your back to his chest. That new angle almost sent you over the edge again. “Holy shit, this feels amazing,” you breathed out. You didn’t notice the look Rafael and Sonny exchanged. You sloppily kept stroking Rafael, while Sonny’s hand found its way to your clit. Mike had to hold you close to him as a third orgasm arrived.

Nick was still laying on the bed, an arm under his head. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my very own porn movie,”

“Get ready to take a new part in it,” Sonny winked at him.

“Working on it,” he said, stroking his semi hard cock.

Sonny chuckled before burying his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples, and kept playing with your clit. “Jesus, fuck! I--I’m--coming,” you managed to say as your third orgasm hit. You held onto Sonny’s shoulder for dear life, Mike was slamming so hard and fast inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He bit your shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside you, adding his semence to Sonny’s and Nick’s.

You collapsed in Sonny’s arms and he gently laid you on the bed, next to Nick. Mike was catching his breath on the edge of the bed. “Water,” you managed to say.

Not that it mattered, but Nick seems to be the best for the aftercare. He gently stroked your hair, and planted sweet kisses all over your face. Sonny came back with water for everyone. All of this is more than amazing, this can’t be compared to anything you ever experienced before but you gladly enjoyed the water break.

As you were sitting on the bed, Rafael grabbed your face to kiss you. It was soft, almost loving. Your hands traveled his hairy chest as you granted access to his tongue. You fell on your back, taking him with you. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Never better. Fuck me, Raf,”

On the other side of the bed, Nick chuckled. “Three cocks, three orgasms and she is still asking for it. You’re such a pretty slut, Y/N, aren't you?”

“I’m your slut. To the four of you,” you smiled at him.

Rafael teased your entrance with his cock as he was kissing and nipping your neck. Your pussy was a wet and sticky mess. The other men fucked you open, Rafael slided inside you so easily. To be honest, he wasn’t far from coming already after everything he witnessed and you wrapped him so perfectly, it was overwhelming.

You moaned loudly in his ear, your nails digging in his skull. As he thrusted into you, he couldn’t help but to slap your thigh, since he can’t reach your ass for a proper spank. But you could reach his, so you returned the favor. It took him by surprise, so did the growl he let out. “Someone likes to be spank,” Sonny commented, before duplicating your action on Rafael’s ass.

Another spank, but this time from Mike. And one from Nick. You loved having all the attention from the guys, but you have to admit that this brings something else to you. Hopefully this will be repeated before you go back to New York, but this time, this will be an orgy, instead of a gangbang.

You bit Rafael’s bottom lip, as he thrusted fast and hard inside you. “Give it to me, Raf. I need you to cum inside me, just like them,” he crashed his lips on yours, as a hand traveled between the two of you to play with your clit. You were oversensitive, and exhausted, you weren’t sure you could have a fourth orgasm before it hit you. You wrapped your arms around Rafael’s neck, “That’s right, babygirl, let it go. Cum on my cock,” he said in your ear, huskily.

That was exactly what you needed to cum one more time. Rafael’s thrusts became sloppy as he chased his relief. Finally, he added his liquid to the mixture and collapsed on you.

*****

“I have to admit, I’m so glad everyone else canceled,” you confessed, laying like a sea star on the bed. Obviously, the four men agreed with you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” they all said at the same time.

Best fucking birthday ever.

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader

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5sospenguinqueen · 4 years ago

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PULL ME BACK FROM THE DARKNESS ~ CATO HADLEY

PLOT: You and Cato fill in the missing pieces of each other.

Warning: smut, m/f, hints at PTSD and depression, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight size kink.

I am not responsible for what media you choose to consume. If you cannot handle the contents of this or are too young, please do not read. It is your responsibility, not mine.

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Wet strands of hair dripped down your back as your fingers nimbly worked at braiding them away from your face. Not yet fully dressed, you leant across the sink to gaze into the small mirror to see whether the top of the braid was flat. A click resonated throughout the room and you couldn't help the smile that sidled its way onto your face as the thudding of heavy footsteps filled your ears. The hulking figure of the man who had been your rock filled the doorway and you connected eyes with him through the mirror. Rough fingers replaced your hands as he smoothed out the tangles in your hair and expertly twisted the strands together. Once he was done, you couldn't help but admit that he had done a better job than you would have done yourself. Reminding you that he had younger sisters who he'd been forced to practice on, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before stripping for his own shower.

Sinking your teeth into her lip, you heard him exclaim in shock when the water came out cold instead of the usual lukewarm. Guilt made its appearance once more when you realised you had used up the hot water for the day. Plopping down onto the mattress, you closed in on herself as the memories that had plagued you all day took their toll on you. For so long you had been fighting – fighting for survival, fighting other children, fighting your own mind. Whilst your hands were no longer covered in blood, they would never be cleansed of the innocent lives you had taken.

Pulled from your thoughts as a bare chest entered your view, you bit her lip at the towel slung around his hips. How it didn't drop any lower was beyond you but you found herself almost willing it to slide down. Leaning into his touch as he placed his hand on the side of your face, you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Rough day, baby?"

You remained silent, relishing in his strength for a moment or two. All you wanted was to lie down and wait for the fight to pass. To wait for the moment when her mind would fall blank and the memories would cease to exist. Eyes connecting with Cato's, you realised you had disappeared inside your own head once again. Concern was written across his face until you reassured him that you were present in the room and not back in the arena. Both of you had spent too long plagued by the chaos that had followed you out of the arena. Thankfully, one of you was always there to be the tether to reality. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Cato from looking at her as if she was one crack away from irreparable.

"Stop," she demanded. "I'm not weak enough to crumble from one bad day. I’ll get through it, just like I get through the rest.”

"Sweetheart, I never meant-."

"No, I know exactly what you meant. The next Games are fast approaching and my nightmares are coming on faster and darker but so are yours. Snow didn't break me. I'm not some fragile little doll that needs to be hidden away whilst the pieces are glued back together again. I am perfectly mentally capable of mentoring the next lot of tributes without having a breakdown.”

"Indie, this isn't about me thinking you're not strong enough, this is about me not being strong enough! How can I look at these small children and send them to their death. I've already had to deal with losing them before."

Falling to his knees, Cato buried his head in your lap and allowed the tears to fall. Whispering soothing words, you ran your fingers through his blond strands. Teardrops slid down your own cheeks as you watched the strongest person in your life fall apart. Cato had been there for you since the moment you had been reunited after your were rescued from the arena after cutting down all those in your way. He had been there to catch you every time you stumbled. Watching him feeling so hopeless shook you and although you felt like curling up next to him and giving in, you knew it was your time to be there for him.

"Listen to me, we've made it through death and we've made it through separation. Baby, I am just as scared as you but I know that we're going to get through this together. We haven't made it this far just to lose now. You and me, together, Cato. Forever."

"You don't deserve this." Cato sniffled, brushing away his own tears. "You've been through so much, lost so much, I'm supposed to be there for you."

"Cato, I'm your partner, it's my duty to be there for you. We fight together or we don't fight at all. Don't forget that we're from Career Districts. We're always strong and we never lose. We will not allow these next Games to strip away the strength that we have left."

"Well maybe, for one night, we reward ourselves with the luxury of being weak. Just tonight, let's forget about this stupid war and just wallow in our pity. Please?"

And maybe it was the broken look on his face, the sadness swirling in the sky blue eyes, or the fact that forgetting about the future Games was all you wanted to do, you granted him the only thing he had ever asked of you. Snuggling into his comforting (still bare) arms, you allowed yourself to cry about your own pain. The tears that fell weren't for the fallen and all they had left behind, they weren't for the deaths of the future children you were about to witness, these were purely for how mentally exhausted and rundown you felt. Soft lips kissed away your tears. One warm hand rested on the cool skin of your hip, having slithered its way under the thin shirt you slept in.

With a small inhale, you pressed your lips to his whilst your hands snaked their way into his hair. Salt mixed with the taste of his tongue but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. A rumble echoed in his chest as his length pressed against you and he straightened, yanking you up with him. Spinning you around, Cato backed you up until you hit the wall with a bump. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you rested your head against the wall, back arching when Cato sucked on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"I love you," his lips traced the words down to the valley between your breasts before he wrenched the top over your head and threw it behind him.

Left hand reaching up to palm at your breast, his mouth wrapped around the nipple on the other one, tongue flickering over the hardened bud. Your breath hitched and you used your foot to deftly push the towel down and finally reveal what had been hidden from you. Exclaiming in shock, you scowled when Cato chuckled against you. When you reached down to grasp him, he gently bit your nipple but the action forced your hips against his and with one roll, he brushed against your clothed clit.

"Off," you begged, lifting your hips slightly away from the wall so that Cato could slide them down your shaky legs.

Fingers dancing along your legs, he reached down to cup your heat and one finger slid between your wet walls.

"I will never get sick of this," he groaned, watching as you bit your lip in pleasure.

Thumb rubbing your clit, he added another finger, watching as they plunged in and out of your slick heat. His name tumbled off your lips as your pleasure increased and Cato knew that that would be his favourite sound. If there was one sound that could banish the nightmares and dispel the darkness, it would be you crying his name as you tumbled over the edge, coating his fingers. Panting slightly, you pushed him away, revelling in the confused look on his face.

As you sunk to her knees, lust clouded his blue eyes until they were as dark as the sea in District Four on a stormy day. Hand wrapping around the base, you smirked as he hissed when your tongue licked a stripe from balls to tip. Mouth wrapping around his tip, you moved down ever so slightly before pulling back up. Hollowing your cheeks out, you sucked gently on his tip and was rewarded with a throaty groan as Cato bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

"So good to me, baby." Cato cursed, hand resting on your head as he pushed you down a little more.

Humming around him, you gagged when he jerked slightly and his dick hit the back of your throat. One hand gently fondled his balls and Cato swore before pulling himself away from you.

"As much as I love your mouth wrapped around me, I'd rather put my cock somewhere else."

Shivers skittered down your spine as his husky words were whispered in your ear and you found yourself being pulled of your knees before you were shoved against the wall face first. Large hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and you smiled knowing Cato remembered just how you liked it.

"Always so tight for me," he grunted as he slid into you.

Cheek pressed against the cold concrete wall, you whimpered as your walls adjusted to the girth of him. Teasingly, he slowly entered inch by inch until his impatient girl backed up and enveloped the entirety of him in one quick movement. One hand braced on the wall, small grunts escaped his mouth as h thrust gently into you. Lips pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred back of his hand, you rested your head against his hand in a loving gesture. A primal instinct ignited in Cato at the sight of his partner so small and vulnerable, as you let down your guard and opened yourself up to him both emotionally and physically. The woman beneath him was always so strong and fierce that he couldn't help the dark chuckle that escaped as his body encompassed yours entirely as he pressed you further into the wall.

"Such a good girl. Take me so well," he praised, enjoying the little pants that left your mouth and with a shift of his hips, he coaxed a scream from you.

Unable to help the moans that tumbled from your mouth, you reached down to grab the hand that gripped your hip and pulled you against his cock. Love swelled within him as you held on tightly to him, begging him to go faster as you pleaded for her impending orgasm.

"I love you," you cried as stars exploded across your vision and your walls clenched him tightly.

At the feel of your orgasm, Cato burrowed himself in deeper and pounded harder into your sensitive walls.

"So close, Princess." Cato gasped, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his movements quickened as he sought release.

"Cum in me," you begged.

Not one to deny the woman he loved, Cato called your name as he stuffed himself inside you, hot cum painting your walls. Sensitive to his touch, you leaned back into his chest as his arms came around your waist and pulled you in for a loving embrace. One hand wrested flat on your belly as he whispered promises of having their own family but in a world where the Hunger Games didn’t exist. Naked and wrapped around one another, you could pretend for just a moment that you were a normal couple whose only issues were what to eat for dinner and how many children you wanted. Whimpering as Cato pulled out of you, you watched him wander into the bathroom in search of a washcloth.

Hand resting on your own abdomen, you wondered whether you would have end up with child. And, for the first time in your life, you found herself hoping you would. Struck by the aching pang within you, you realised that the life you had built with Cato had made you realise just how badly you craved a perfect family with the man you loved. In a world where they grew up safe and never needing to learn the ways to kill another person.

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lananiscorner · 2 years ago

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The Sandman rewatch - episode 10

So I like to do this thing where, if I didn’t consider a show a complete waste of time and if it does have an actual arc spanning the season, I watch the season twice–once as a binge watch and then once more episode by episode, because it helps me notice things I didn’t notice at first, especially in cases like this where I’m almost entirely unfamiliar with the source material.

Anyway, any and all chronological thoughts and ramblings about episode 10 of The Sandman beneath the cut, because spoilers.

Jed: “Who’s Morpheus?” Rose, internally: Dear god, I do NOT have the spoons to explain this right now.

Kudos to Rose, she’s got guts telling the Corinthian “no, I’m taking Jed and going home”.

Also, I love that she wanted to have a conversation in private, but Jed is like… right there… on the bed… four feet from her and the Corinthian.

Ouch… Dream hesitating to call the serial killers “humans” is how you know he’s truly pissed.

Also, ouch that hand wound! You can tell Dream is not used to actually being physically injured.

You know, Dream, everything would be sooo much easier if you had told Rose what EXACTLY a vortex ends up doing a lot sooner.

I love that Dream is really good at taking responsibility for logical/rational mistakes that are his fault (such as acknowledging the Corinthian as a creation Gone Horribly Right), but mostly sucks at taking responsibility for emotional mistakes (such as his teeth-pullingly torturous attempts to acknowledge that he had been unnecessarily harsh with Lucienne). It makes for interesting character drama (and at least two different directions his character could develop in).

Also that is an EPIC punishment for the serial killers attending the convention. Too bad that Fun Land died before he could receive it. It also makes for a nice parallel to John Dee’s actions earlier in the series—both Dream and John took dreams away from people, but whereas John took all their lies/daydreams from them, Dream only took a very specific one—the daydream of the killers being the misunderstood victims. Ultimately, the final result is the same though: self-destruction.

Poor Jed. First he finally escapes his abusive step parents, only to end up at a convention of murderers, then he finally reunites with his sister, only to learn that his mom is dead, and then he learns that he has a great-grandmother, only for her to die less than 24 hours later. Kid can’t catch a break.

And here is my 1 moment of broken suspension of disbelief for this show: Really? Nobody from the house is surprised that Lyta is suddenly nine months pregnant and in labor, even though they literally just met her less than a week ago and she was very visibly NOT pregnant then? Nobody is questioning this beyond “did you know she was pregnant”? Like, do none of these people have eyes in their heads?

Omg, Zelda actually spoke to Jed. <3

Unity: “The one thing I do not need more of in my life is sleep.” LOL

Lyta, could you please fucking stop questioning the decisions of the Endless with billions of years of experience regarding the fate of entire planets? Like, Dream might be a jerk, but I can guarantee you, this dude knows more about how the fabric of the universe works than you EVER will.

I swear, I liked her when she first appeared, but if Lyta got hit by a bus at the end of this episode, I’d consider that a happy end.

Jesus, Chantal’s dream is a true nightmare.

See, Dream’s coming in here and his first thought is not “I am Dream, you are the vortex who destroys my realm, prepare to die”, it’s “you’ve caused a great deal of damage, but I can repair it, and your friends are still safe for now, but they won’t be unless you die, I’m truly sorry”. Of course the final result is the same, but the focus here is clearly not a selfish one.

Awww, he’s offering Rose to stay in the Dreaming, potentially as a raven (which begs the question if he could have done the same for Hector, but then again Hector didn’t ask—he just… kind of took advantage of Dream’s absence to make his literal home there and also his physical death wasn’t Dream’s fault).

Awww, Fiddler’s Green offering his life for Rose’s.

Omg, Fiddler’s Green the place is gorgeous!

“You’re not very bright, are you?” WOW, Unity! Emotional Damage!

That subtle look Lucienne and Dream exchange when they see the heart… they know what’s up.

“Golden-eyed man” and Dream and Lucienne are both like “aw fuck, we were right, weren’t we?”

Aww, Zelda and Chantal are buying Hal’s house. <3

Oh man, Dream is PISSED OFF at Desire.

I must say, Mason’s performance is perfection.

Oh, so we have a “big, responsible siblings” vs “young, trouble-making siblings” thing going on here? Is that why the Prodigal left? Because they are the middle child who didn’t want to deal with this BS family anymore?

He remade Gault as a dream, just like she wanted! <3 ;_; <3

Awww, Dream admitting that he was wrong and he will try to listen from now on. <3 That’s what we call character growth!

And he’s giving Lucienne her vice CEO of the Dreaming position back! <3

Lucifer: “I could think of nothing I’d enjoy less.” Mazikeen: “In which case, Lord Azazel would like a word.” Lucifer: “Except that.” ROFL, the look on her face is priceless.

#The Sandman #episode 10 rewatch #RIP Unity Kinkaid

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MLQC boys being interrupted while having sex w/Reader

I think the title is pretty self-explanatory.

All I want to say is that I wrote it long ago so there might be some mistakes. Also please bear in mind that English is not my native language. Thank you! I hope you'll enjoy!

NSFW below!

Gavin

The orange rays of the setting sun warmed the naked skin of your back pleasantly from behind the windows. Your boyfriend's white button-up casually framed your waist, barely clinging to your forearms, previously sliding off your shoulders. You had to hold it with your hands to keep it from sliding completely off.

In fact, in that position, Gavin had a perfect view of your bare curves, with the shirt or without it.

He was lying on his back facing you, propped up on pillows with his arms behind his head. His watchful gaze never left your body, even for a moment. His amber eyes scanned your figure, gliding over your perky breasts, smooth skin glazed in orange and silky strands of hair dancing near your neck and collarbones with your every move.

He licked his lips.

“Come here.” It wasn’t an order, but also not a plea. It sounded more like a request of a man so in love with his girl that he couldn’t bear not touching her anymore.

You giggled - and Gavin could’ve sworn it was the prettiest sound in the whole universe - before wrapping your fingers around his outstretched hand, letting yourself be guided to his solid body.

Minutes later you were a moaning mess, your hips pinned to the mattress by two calloused hands, the devilish sounds coming from between your legs mixing with heavenly whimpers of your boyfriend’s name that were leaving your bruised lips.

The grip you had on Gavin’s hair tightened when he sucked on your clit in time with his fingers working magic inside your heat. In response you heard a growl as his hips started assaulting the mattress even faster. The beast has been awoken

Tingling on your skin came as a warning for the pleasure that was supposed to arrive next. Your muscles were squeezing Gavin’s fingers hard and he couldn’t wait for his cock to be enveloped by your wet warmth next. Heels dug into the mattress, fingers gripping white sheets, head thrown back with parted lips and ragged breath and—

Thump thump thump

“Are you guys okay in there?!” Minor’s concerned voice sounded from outside of the bedroom right after knocking. It startled you to the point where you jumped up, covering your bare figure with anything you could reach for, even though you were sure the doors were closed and the intruder wasn’t able to come inside the room. “I’ve heard some weird noises and I thought I’d check on you! You know, better safe than sorry!”

Gavin immediately looked over you, checking if you were alright, before turning his head to the door with a look that could kill. He palmed himself through his boxers, his erection still evident and painful.

“We’re alright! Thanks, Minor.” After a brief moment of silence you managed to say, not knowing if you should laugh or cry or maybe both. You heard a quiet “okay” and some shuffling - the intruder left the area.

In a moment of passion both you and Gavin had forgotten that Minor was temporarily living in your apartment due to AC disfunction at his place. He wasn’t a perfect roommate but at the same his presence wasn’t overbearing and you didn’t have any complaints… up until now.

“I’ll beat him up.” Through clenched teeth Gavin’s voice was low as he was putting on some shorts he took out of the drawers, and he now resembled the Super-Scary-Officer-Gavin more than Your-Loving-And-Doting-Boyfriend-Gavin.

“Don’t be so harsh on him. He was concerned.” You giggled only to be met with a doubting look from your boyfriend. “As he said, better safe than sorry.”

“I’ll give him something to be sorry about.” Poor Minor

Victor

The last few weeks have been pure torture. You were very open about how much you hated these business trips that both you and Victor had to take all the time to different places in the world. Your boyfriend was less outspoken, however the days of longing were taking its toll on him as much as on you. Sleepless nights, lonely dinners, unfulfilled lust…

Therefore, when there were no meetings, reports and proposals to write or filming sites to visit on the horizon, you jumped almost literally at the opportunity and took Victor to the wellness center.

It was a pleasant evening, the sun had recently set, but the heat was still there, aligned from time to time by the cool breeze. The white bathrobe your only cover as you and Victor relaxed on the private terrace of the apartment, with the sound of the bubbling jacuzzi in the background.

Sitting in his lap, your boyfriend was caressing your bare thigh with one of his hands, while the other was stroking your hair. It was an intimate moment shared between two lovers finally reunited and ready to spend some much needed relaxing time together.

Until…

It started as an innocent kiss between sips of fine dry wine selected by Victor himself.

He had you almost fully naked on his lap, with your robe slipping down your back, threading fingers in your silky strands and tasting your lips - which he had to admit - were even tastier than his favorite crimson beverage.

You were determined to get him naked, to free these gorgeous muscles from beneath the soft robe. With your nails scraping his skin lightly you were revealing more and more of his toned body earning sweet sighs from Victor as a reward.

His skilled fingers moved from your hair to kneading your butt, making your already wet pussy to rub on his clothed hard length. The added friction was like a cherry on top of the whole make out session but you didn’t want to stop there. Why would you settle for just a cake when you can have a full four course meal, right?

“Victor, I need it, please.” You begged when he didn’t want to give you what you wanted well knowing what was it that you desired.

“What is it, babygirl?” His question was whispered into the damp skin of your neck where Victor was leaving love bites. “Tell me what you need. You know I’ll give you everything.” He sounded so seductive, his low voice was making you shiver and you were sure your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every word he said. “Just say it.”

“You.” You crumbled. “I want your cock. Please.”

He fulfilled his promise a few seconds later when you felt his girth stretching you out in the best way possible. Victor gripped your hips and with a look that was telling you to prepare for a ride, he started thrusting up while roughly bringing you down on his cock over and over.

You gripped his shoulders with one hand while the other was clamped over your mouth to make sure no-one could hear the moans your boyfriend was bringing out of you.

So close, you were co close, and when his thumb pressed on your clit, you could swear you saw stars and—

Bzzt bzzt bzzt

You jumped at the sudden sound, fear taking place of lust and passion. With a quick look to the side you saw that Victor’s phone was ringing and the caller’s ID was “Financial Director”. Thinking it was important you exited his lap, sliding to the next chair.

A low growl escaped him when you pulled away, his member still as hard as ever. His furrowed brows were the indicator of how much he didn’t like what you did, but you only smiled to him sheepishly and gestured to his phone.

A part of him was impressed of how much you valued his work and that you knew how important it was. Yet, the other part was furious that your love making fucking got interrupted.

He took a second or two or more who knows if he stopped time to admire your rosy cheeks and bruised lips and how you were panting after minutes of passion, before picking up his phone from the table and answering the call.

“Be quick.” The tone of his voice so much different than when he was talking to you, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched - he was mad. But that didn’t stop him from giving you a look that you could only describe one way: I’m not done with you yet.

Shaw

At times like this, you were immensely grateful for the almost deafening music that could be heard in the Live House all the time.

Usually, it annoyed you that the rumble from the speakers drowned out any other noises - like when you were talking to others, but now you liked that you had the freedom to moan as Shaw's hips were pounding into you to the rhythm of the club song.

Hands clutching his muscular arms, head tilted back repeatedly hitting the wall behind you, you were braced for a wild ride. Your boyfriend's hands tightly squeezing your ass supporting your weight, his hot lips nibbling at your neck marking you in every place he had access to, his cock driving into you with a reckless abandon.

And all of this caused by your short dress that showed a little too much skin in Shaw’s opinion (and he would never have thought that something like “too much skin showing” would be a problem for him but seeing every guy in the club eyeing you had his blood boiling) and your teasing ways.

During the break between songs, when Shaw had a chance to rehydrate himself for another hour on stage, your boyfriend decided to satisfy a different type of thirst. For your pussy

Sex with Shaw was always fun and wild and everything you ever wanted. But it was the best when he was hot and bothered and when envy was seeping through his body like a venom making him see red.

To be honest, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your wrist right after exiting the stage and pulled you into the back room. You weren’t surprised when he pinned you to the wall, his lips already marking your collarbone as his hands were skillfully pushing your panties aside. You weren’t surprised when he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, freeing his hard cock.

And you sure as hell weren’t surprised when he slid into you with one sharp thrust while sucking on the sensitive skin below your ear.

“Tell me,” he panted in between the thrusts while his tongue was exploring your neck. “Do you enjoy making me jealous? Do you think it’s funny or something?”

As you were able to only whimper and moan, you didn’t respond. Of course you were enjoying making him jealous once in a while, especially when you were rewarded with his hips snapping into your in the back room of Live House.

“Answer. Me.” You swore he wanted to kill you with how intensely he was impaling you on his cock.

“Yes! Yes oh god yes!” You managed to choke out right before his fingers pinched your clit. Loud scream elected from your throat and you didn’t fail to notice the smirk Shaw was having plastered to his handsome face.

“Let me make this clear, baby.” He slowed a little as he leaned into you to have his mouth right next to your ear. “You are mine. Only mine.”

You wanted to respond. Say something, anything, but then—

“Shaw! We’re going back on the stage!”

Adam’s voice broke through the music and your pants along with a few pound knocks. You jumped at the sudden intruder, your eyes wide and lips parted.

Shaw on the other hand was totally unfazed when he started thrusting into you with a full speed again. And again. And again. And again.

He didn’t even say anything back, he just went straight back into fucking your brains out.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He murmured into your sweaty skin when he saw how startled you were. “So focus on me and only me.”

Lucien

You liked surprising your boyfriend. For example when you visited him at the university with some tasty lunch and a big smile plastered to your face, or when you learned how to brew tea so you could make him the best beverages when he was particularly stressed with work, or when you memorized all scientific names of his favorite butterflies to feel closer to him through joined hobby…

Or when he came back to his office at the Research Center after a tiring laboratory work only to find you wearing very skimpy purple lingerie and his lab coat, sitting in his chair with a smug grin and a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

Part of him wanted to chide you for being reckless like that. After all, he would as much as kill, without even batting an eye, anyone who stumbled into his office with you being inside looking like that.

But other part of him the freaky part already imagined taking you in various positions, against different surfaces during his whole lunch break.

And so he started with face-fucking you on his desk, while pinning you to the mahogany wood with one hand as the other was palming himself through his trousers. Your panties torn and long forgotten on the floor, the lab coat loosely hugging your form with your legs wrapped around Lucien’s shoulders and hands grabbing his hair tightly.

This man’s mouth could not only recite poetry and name every flower in the garden, but also it was able to make you cum in a record time. You had to bit your lip very very hard to control the volume of your moans.

Your second orgasm was delivered to you by the scientist’s long nibble fingers exploring your warm sensitive flesh like his life depended on it. And in a way it did, because you were the sole purpose of his existence and making you feel good was his mission, so…

Lucien was preparing you for the third one, when you decided that enough is enough. After all, you came there to make him feel good, not the other way around.

So before your boyfriend could react you pushed him onto his chair and dropped to your knees with a grin, and when he stubbornly wanted to got up again, you batted your eyelashes a few times as you stroked his member through the fabric. He got the message and relaxed into the seat. But don’t be fooled, he was still in control.

“Such a good girl.” He praised you when you were undoing his belt. He gripped your hair guiding your face closer to his crotch.

You’ve given Lucien a blowjob so many times already, you knew exactly what to do. You licked, sucked, bobbed your head and massaged with your hands what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

Every sigh from the professor was making you shiver so you worked even harder to hear more of them until—

Knock knock knock

“Professor, excuse me…” From behind the door the head of one of Lucien’s assistants peeked out and before you could do anything he saw the position you and your boyfriend were in and immediately panicked. “Oh my— I’m—I’m so sorry!”

He was long gone before you could even pull away from Lucien, but you didn’t miss the murderous stare professor had while looking at now - fortunately - closed door. You didn’t know if you should laugh or collapse into the ground from embarrassment.

You were sure your face was redder than a tomato. Luckily, knowing Lucien’s reputation no-one would be so stupid to tell anyone about this situation. Or so you hoped so.

Before you decided on your final reaction to the intruder, Lucien’s palm grabbed a handful of your hair and he brought your head closer again so that your nose was brushing his hard moist cock.

“I believe we have some unfinished business here, butterfly.”

Weirdly, you never saw this assistant in the Research Center ever again…

Kiro

Kiro loved music almost as much as he loved you and his snacks.

So he was taking every opportunity he could to show you around his studio, write music with you and compose.

And do other, less appropriate deeds.

For the longest time Sunshine Boy couldn’t find inspiration for his newest song. He tossed and turned in his bed every night and skipped meals because of it. He didn’t want to disappoint his fans and you, his greatest biggest fan!

But only if he knew that bringing you with him to the studio would be the cure for his lack of inspiration, he would’ve done it already days ago. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? You were his muse after all! Your moans were the greatest music to his ears!

So that’s how you ended up with Kiro pounding into you from behind tightly gripping your hair to guide your head nearer to the microphone so that every one of your whimpers could be recorded properly.

The speed of his thrust was setting a rhythm that he wanted his new song to be in which gave him a plethora of sounds escaping your mouth. Oh how much he loved those sounds.

Gripping your hips he angled you a little more so that he could go even deeper, take you even better. He was sure he was leaving bruises on your skin with the force of his grip, but he didn’t care. He would smother them with kisses later.

“More, Miss Chips. I wanna hear you more.” He murmured as his hand circled your waist and his fingertips pressed onto your swollen clit. If you didn’t know better, you would think that he wanted to kill you from the sheer amount of pleasure he was causing you.

Your moans were getting higher and higher and Kiro knew it was because you were getting closer to your release. He loved that moment, right before your orgasm when your muscles were clasping around his cock trying to milk him from everything that he had, and your eyes were rolling onto the back of your head and you legs were shaking like leaves on a windy day and—

Bam bam bam

“Kiro, what are you doing in there?! Our recording session starts soon!” Savin’s voice sounded from the other side of the door and Kiro cursed under his breath that he was interrupting his own recording session.

You on the other hand squealed and tried to move away from your boyfriend but he didn’t let you.

He slowed down his thrusts and clamped a hand over your mouth.

“We’ll be there in a minute!” Kiro answered but his agent didn’t seem to be convinced because he insisted on waiting for you two at the door.

When you wanted to move away again, disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting the realest that you wanted, Kiro brought you closer to himself again and started snapping his hips into your once again. His hand still clamped tightly over your mouth.

“Well, maybe our recording is over but we can at least finish this.”

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