#not my first black parade - my friend I'm making this with

[quadrantadvisor]

Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

[namelessbenji]

Yo do y'all remember this art Martin posted before Bunnyfarm? Wish this guy stayed wonder what he would've said

Teehee!! Bunnyfarm style study (but it was done really poorly, just don't pay attention to the bad shit just pretend it's accurate look at funny bat)

This fucking LOSER!!!! is a twf oc I made with a friend named (Baseball) Louie the Bat,,, I love him dearly but also kill twink with rock

[loverslodge]

my bidder

summery: your parents have treated you like a show piece which Bucky hated. but what crossed the limit was when your parents hold you up for an auction without telling you.

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x sub!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, some plot but mostly smut, auctioning off a person, loss of virginity, panic attack mention, isolation mentioned, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s and reader is late 20s), use of nicknames (princess and baby), dom!bucky but no BDSM (because i don't know how to write it)

A/N: i love me some dad's best friend and especially Bucky. and seeing him in suit in thunderbolts is sending shivers down my spine.

James Buchanan Barnes was a bad man.

At least that's what he thought every time he saw you.

You were all he could think about every time your father was present in the room. Mostly because your father won't stop talking about you.

Your father had a tendency to show you off for his benefit and it irked Bucky greatly. You weren't something to be put in a glass jar but your father did just that. Your mom was no less. She too supported her husband on every decision he made about you and your life.

Bucky had seen you become trapped in your room because everything got too overwhelming. You had turned from a shy kid to a wallflower. That made Bucky overly protective of you. Every time your parents paraded you and your achievements around, Bucky would always cling on to you, trying to comfort you from a distance.

It was just another big party in the y/l/n household. You were forced to dress in white satin gown and were adorned with pearls. They had made you look like a virgin doll. They had their reasons for that, of course, but they hadn't told you anything about it. It's not like this was the first time you were being pushed into the unknown.

The room started to fill up and you started to notice that the room was filled with male guests. Occasional female guests but they all looked like escorts.

You shuddered with a bad feeling and slowly stepped in the shadows. A small yelp left your lips as you crashed into someone. Before you could scramble up and leave, you felt a metal hand steady your very open back.

“Bucky?”

“Hey, princess. You hiding again?” He chuckled at your jumpiness when someone walked too close. He pulled you closer. This was wrong. So wrong but you felt so right in his arms.

“Something doesn't feel right about tonight. I'm way too dressed up for this.” You always felt comfortable in Bucky’s arms but you never said anything. Why? Because you weren't allowed to think or say anything on your own.

Bucky was looking gorgeous in his black tux. His hair was slicked back and he smelled devine. His eyes held the same softness you had become used to over the few years. But you shouldn't think about this. It was wrong. He was your father’s best friend. You shouldn't let your mind take his kindness as something more.

“You look beautiful, princess.”

That nickname. He gave that to you when you met him the first day. You were dressed in your pink pjs and your hair was tied in a loose braid. You were about to go to bed but went down to the kitchen to get some water.

He was nursing a drink when you came across him. He figured you were the daughter and you knew he was the new friend your father had made. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you to introduce himself. He looked so much larger than you. To him you looked adorable and innocent, but locked up in a house. Since that day, he had been calling you ‘princess’ because your cheeks always tinted pink when he did.

“You look beautiful too, Bucky.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why do you look more panicked than usual, princess? Did someone say something to you?” He brought his flesh hand and stroked your back gently to calm you.

“No. That's the thing. Nobody is telling me anything. I don't know what today is about. And there are so many male guests. It's making me uncomfortable.”

“Wait, so you have absolutely no idea how today’s fundraiser is going to go?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched in concern. Something was definitely not right now.

You shook your head and looked at Bucky to give you answers. Your innocent eyes were calling to him but before he could tell you what's going on, your mother’s voice rang on the mic and your name was called.

Bucky reluctantly saw you walk away and you kept on glancing back at him. His eyes were filled with worry and you knew something wrong was going to happen.

Bucky sat down at his table near the stage where the auction was about to begin. He thought about why you weren't told about this but he wanted his thoughts to be proven wrong. Surely your parents weren't that power hungry.

All the women you had noticed were called on stage one by one and were being auctioned off. Your heart racing off the charts and you kept on glancing at Bucky from behind the curtains. He hadn't put in a price at any of them. You were relieved by that but terrified about you being put beside all these women.

Soon all the women in front of you were auctioned off.

“And now, a very special someone. She carries all of my pride with her.” Your father began your introduction and you smoothened your dress, trying to look brave.

Bucky felt like he was staring at the devil. How could your own father auction you off to all these sleazy men out here? His biggest fear of tonight was coming to light. He had been meaning to save you from this prison for a while and your father had just given him the reason to drag you away, even if it cost him a few hundred thousand bucks.

“Please welcome my daughter, Y/N! Her bidding starts at…”

You were now standing in front of all these… eyes. You felt cheap. You felt like a whore. Your parents had officially become vultures to you. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood on the stage. Nobody cared about that.

Because the spotlight was on you, you couldn't see who was bidding on you. But as the numbers went higher, the cheaper you felt. Till everything came to a standstill and you saw someone walk up to the stage.

“Come on, baby. Let's get going.” Bucky’s voice tore through the hooting and booing of the crowd.

You gasped in shock but you walked to him anyway. At least he made you feel safer. He wrapped one hand around your waist and the other around your legs and lifted you like a sack on his shoulder.

You refused to meet your parents’ eyes as you were carried out of the room where another round of hooting erupted.

Bucky walked straight to your room, not bothering to stop anywhere else. When you both reached the door to your room, he slowly lowered you down. You were a crying mess but at least now you were safe.

“Come on, princess. Let's go in.” Bucky nudged your back a little.

“B-b-but that's my room.” You cowered.

“Princess, listen. If you open your door and invite me in, only then will I step into your safe space. Also, I cannot talk about anything out here. There are ears everywhere.” He caressed your hair to calm you down. He brought out his handkerchief and cleaned your face a little to make you feel more calm.

You nodded and opened the door to your room and stepped in with Bucky in tow. As soon as you stepped in the room, he closed the door shut. You panicked. Was he going to do something? This is not how you pictured to spend time with the man you had fallen in love with.

“Princess, don't worry. I didn't close, just shut the door for a little privacy. Now, pack your bags. I'm taking you home with me.”

“Wh-what?”

You were shocked by his revelation. Anywhere would be better than here with your parents but you were not ready, were you? You really were a princess and anywhere else felt… scary.

“I'm not letting you stay here a minute longer. Showing off your achievements was different but auctioning you off is fucked up.” Bucky dragged out your big suitcase and started stuffing all your comfy clothes in it.

“Bucky, wait, stop! What are you doing?” You hold his hand and pull him to face you.

“I am getting you out of here. Did you know what was going on down there? Teh auction? It wasn't just for the money. Those were… i cant believe your father… he was selling you off to the highest bidder. You would have been ruined by now! You weren't going to be returned if someone else had taken you!”

Bucky closed your suitcase after emptying more than half of your room. He was frustrated. He ran his hand on his hair and started dragging your suitcase out of the room.

“Wait, Bucky! We can’t- you can't just take me with you! That's- you're my father’s best friend.”

“I can.” He holds your jaw in his hand, softly but with authority. “I paid for you, princess. This is my one and only way of saving you from all of this.”

“Why do you want to save me, Bucky?” Your voice faltered. Your face was very close to his.

“Because, my dear Princess, you belong to me now. I've had my sights on you for a really long time and now I get to have you the way I want.” Bucky pecked your lips and held your hand to pull you to his car that was parked right outside the door.

………………………..

You stepped in the Barnes Manor and looked at the grandeur of everything around you. You didn't expect Bucky to be so… materialistic.

“Not everything is mine. My ex wife was way too much into these things. Been trying to get rid of things but i don't know how or where to start.” Bucky looked at you as if he could read your thoughts.

He asked you to follow him and he took you to an empty room. It looked like an empty canvas. Bucky’s men dropped off your bags in the room and left, closing the door behind them.

“Umm… Bucky… How will you have me?” Your whispered voice bounced against the room walls, making Bucky take a sharp turn at you.

“What?” He was flabbergasted.

“Well, you, uh, paid for me. So, you get to have me, right? That's what the auction was about?” You were fidgeting, looking down at your shoes.

“Is that what you think?” Bucky walked closer to you. “That I brought you here to have my way with you?” Bucky cupped your face and made you look up. “Princess, I brought you here because I am not letting someone else have you, not because I want you.”

“So… you don't want me?” Seeing him this close was bringing back those burning desires you have always felt for him.

Seeing your pout and hearing your question, stirred the buried desire in Bucky back to life. If he could, he would've taken you right there in your bedroom but he held on to the one thread of decency.

“Don't say it like that, princess.” There was barely any space between yours and his lips. “I want you so bad, baby, but it's wrong. You're my best friend’s daughter.”

Your eyes fall on his lips, refusing to waver. “You're right. This is very wrong.” You curled your fist around his blazer pulling him slightly closer.

“Princess…” Bucky warned you.

“Yes, sir?” The designation just slipped out.

Bucky lost all his control. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth as you moaned in the kiss. Your hand snaked around his neck and forced his face closer to yours. You bit his lower lip that made him groan.

He walked forward without breaking the kiss till you both hit the edge of the bed. He pushed you on the bed gently and hovered over you, taking your lips back on his. He kept on pushing you back till you were in the middle of the bed, all tangled up in him.

His lips moved on every inch of your face, kissing and then moved down to your neck, making you moan louder. He nipped at your skin and kissed down your valley before moving back up to your lips.

“Please, sir.” You were begging so prettily. With perfectly swollen lips and dazed eyes, you looked every way ready to be fucked.

“Princess, are you sure? This is your first time.” Bucky caressed your cheeks.

“Yes, sir. Have me. I'm ready. Please fuck me. Please.” You fumbled with Bucky’s shirt buttons.

“Ok ok.” Bucky chuckled, looking at your impatience. “We've got to get you out of that beautiful dress first and then we will remove my suit, okay? And then if you still feel ready, i will fuck you.”

You scrambled up to your feet and tried to find the zipper of the dress to take it off, without trying to tear it. You pouted at Bucky who was looking at your struggle with an amused face.

“Alright. Let me help you. You'll be patient, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically and stood still like the good girl you want to be for him. He moved you around and zipped down your dress and gently, it fell down at your foot, leaving you exposed. All you were wearing was white underwear since there was no way you could've been able to wear a bra in that dress.

“Wow, princess, you are even more gorgeous than I had imagined.” Bucky gently cupped your boobs and thumbs your nipples, making you push yourself on to him.

“You, you imagined me?” You look at him with wide eyes. You had never expected the man of your dreams doing the same thing you've been doing.

“Of course, baby. Why do you think it was so easy for you to let me kiss you?” Bucky started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, he was standing in front of you, very, very naked.

You had wanted to cover yourself up but you were so distracted by him, his hands and then his large cock that until he held your hand and guided you back to bed, you were unaware about everything else.

“So, one last time, do you want to go to sleep or do you still want to continue?”

Bucky was ready to pull on the comforter and go to sleep naked beside you. He could relieve himself in the bathroom. He didn't want to put any pressure on you.

“Please, sir. Fuck me.”

Bucky wasted no time in tearing away your underwear and situating himself in between your legs.

“Now, I'm going to have to open you up for me. You still have a chance to say no. After I'm done using my fingers on you, if you feel you've had enough, tell me and we stop.”

Bucky was impatient to have you around his cock but he wasn't going to make you feel like you had to. He actually thought he didn't need to prepare you for seeing how wet and dripping you were for him. But he wanted your first time to be easy, as easy as he could make it for you.

“Pay attention to this, princess. I will go easy but we will use safewords. We will use traffic signals. Green is for good, yellow is to pause or slow down and red is to stop completely. Tell me, which are the safewords? I want to hear them from you.”

“Green is for good, yellow is for pause and red is for stop.” You repeated like a diligent student.

“My good girl. Now, I will be inserting my fingers in you. If you feel uncomfortable, use the safewords. Do you understand?” Bucky started stroking your petals with his fingers, very slowly.

Your breath hitched and you nodded eagerly, excited to see and feel what Bucky would do to you. But he stopped stroking and looked with disapproval. “Use your words, princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes I understand, sir. Please don't stop.” Your breathy reply gave Bucky the satisfaction and he started stroking your petals again, spreading the wetness all around.

Bucky decided not to make you beg so much and very slowly inserted his first metal finger in. you whimpered and gasped at the new intrusion. You cover your mouth with your hands and turn your face, trying to subside the noises coming out from you.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. So fucking beautful and tight, writhing under me. I haven't even put my cock in yet.”

Bucky was able slide his second finger just as easily because of how turned on you were. He increased his pace and you mewled under him. He tsked at you trying to hide your voices and so he brought his other hand over to your clit and rubbed it, making you move your hands from your mouth to grip the sheet under you.

“I knew I could get you to remove your hands. You sound so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Oh god! I'm gonna- Bucky! Please, sir. I'm going to-” You were struggling to get the words out without moaning in between.

“Cum for me, princess. Drench my fingers.”

And you did just that. His ministrations led to your cum spurting out on his metal hand that kept on moving in and out of you, making you ride your orgasm. When you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean, making you wetter than you already were. A small moan escaped your lips, seeing him enjoying your juice.

“You like seeing me enjoy your juice, don't you?” Bucky chuckled at your squirming reaction. He was still sitting between your legs, you being completely exposed to him.

You nodded with blush heavily creeping on your face.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. Your hands rested on his biceps as he sat back up. “What's your color, princess?”

“It's green, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in you?”

“Yes sir.” Bucky pulled out a condom from the drawer beside the bed and put on the rubber. You looked intently at his actions, learning how to do it when next time you get to have Bucky.

Bucky pecked you on the lips again and aligned himself against your folds. You gasped at the new sensation. Bucky faltered a little. He was about to pull away but you held onto his bicep tighter and pulled him back.

“It's green, sir. I will tell you if I want to stop. So please don't stop. I want you so bad.”

“You beg so pretty, princess. How can I say no to you?”

Bucky pushed his cock furthur in you and just as he was completely in you, your back arched, letting out a lazy moan and a hiss from your throat. Bucky groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

“Fuck, princess. You're strangling me.”

You mewled as he began to move. In and out. The motion was simple but the feeling building inside of you wasn't.

“Been wanting you for so long, sir.” A strangled cry from your mouth cut you off as he pushed himself deeper. “Been thinking only about you.”

Bucky groaned at your confession and his speed increased, making your back arch again with a sudden loud moan. “My princess. All mine, aren't you?”

A garbled moan left you before you could form a full sentence. “All.. yours… sir…”

“Please go faster, sir.” You dug your nails in his bicep.

“No, I don't want to hurt you.” His voice strained. He was holding himself back and you knew that.

“You will never hurt me, sir. Please go faster. Don't hold back.”

Hearing you affirm that you're okay, Bucky pressed himself on you and put his arms under you. Your arms held onto his back and your nails dug and dragged on his back, leaving marks as he increased his thrusting.

“Oh god! Sir! Don't stop. So good!”

“Not stopping, princess. Never stopping. I could just keep on going like this.”

You mewled and whimpered at every thrust and he tightened his hold around you. Your nipples brushed against his and he moved his metal hand from under you to hold your nipple. He turned and twisted them, making you cry out in pleasure.

Bucky put his mouth on your boobs and sucked hard on your nipples, sending waves of pleasure to your folds. His relentless thrusting just added more to what you have been holding on to. The knot in your stomach tightened, sending a familiar shiver down your back.

“Sir, i’m-”

“Cum my princess, you've been good. Cum for me.”

Bucky sped up his thrusting and you arched against him as you found your release. He kept on thrusting through your orgasm, finally finding a release in you. Your pussy had tightened its hold on him and milked him so well. He kept on murmuring praises in your ear as his thrusting faltered and he stayed still.

“Are you ok, princess?” Bucky shifted and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss but were too fucked out to move. “Use your words, baby.”

“I'm ok. I'm more than ok.” You gave him a dazed smile that made him chuckle.

He stood up from the bed and carried you to the bathroom and helped you clean up. He filled the tub with warm water and sat you in the tub and settled behind you. He pulled you flush against his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Will you send me back? Now that you got what you paid for?” Your small voice clenched his heart.

“I didnt pay to fuck you, princess. I paid to get you out of that house. Having you in my bed, naked, wanting, is just a perk.” Bucky kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer. “I am not sending you anywhere, princess. You belong to me now. The moment you stepped in my house, you were mine. And now that I've had your taste, I'm not going back.”

“So,” you fiddled with your fingers. “If I belong to you, if I am yours, then does that mean you belong to me too? Does that mean you're mine too?”

“Yes, princess. I am all yours.” Bucky kissed your shoulder and then pulled you in a sweet kiss.

You both get up from the tub and Bucky dried you with a fluffy towel. He put one of his old t-shirts on you and a pair of his old breezy boxers that had gotten too tight because of his thighs. He wore one of his joggers and an old tank.

You both slipped in bed and he pulled you flushed against him. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes as the tiring activities were taking over you. But then you had a thought and your eyes popped open. You sat up on the bed, startling Bucky.

“What about dad? He… won't he ask you to return me? What will we do? He'll be pissed. He will cut me off. I have nowhere else to go. I think I should go back.”

Bucky sat up and cupped your face, making you look at him. The panicked look in your eyes made him want to tuck you closer to him but it wasn't going to work. He needed to calm you.

“Princess, look at me. What did I say about you being here?”

“That I belong to you and I'm yours.” your voice turned smaller.

“Exactly. So don't worry about your father at all. I'm here. I will handle everything. And you are not leaving this house. This is yours just as much as mine. Understood?” Bucky caressed your cheeks to calm you down.

“Yes. Understood.” You moved closer to Bucky who pulled you further into his embrace.

“Good girl. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you back on bed and kissed your forehead as you snuggled closer into his arms.

Bucky knew it would cost something to have you in his arms but he also knew that once he had you, he would pay the price but never let you go.

[jinjoohaa]

TOJI X READER !!!

Pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (dad's friend! AU)

Under His Roof

Content Warnings (Please Read): Age gap, Power imbalance, Manipulation, Overstimulation , Corruption kink, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Degrading talk, Jealousy sex, First time sex, Size kink, Fingering, Grinding, Dry humping , Possessiveness/Obsession, Breeding kink, Spanking/Discipline, Biting / Marking, Angst & emotional manipulation, Soft/dom moments later on, Minors DO NOT INTERACT (18+ ONLY)

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Chapter 8

You hadn’t seen him in a few days. You were trying. You really were.

Ignoring his texts, dodging his calls with excuses. “Sorry, Dad’s not feeling well tonight.” “My period started.” “I’m busy with friends.” You even lied about being out of town just to buy yourself some air — a little space where you weren’t constantly on edge, constantly sore, or afraid he’d corner you again behind closed doors and shut you up with his mouth and hands.

But of course, it never lasted.

That night, you'd gone out with your friends. Just a late-night dessert run, really — nowhere wild, nothing crazy. You were giggling at a dumb meme on someone’s phone, standing outside the shop with a bag in your hand, and then—

A hand curled around your wrist.

Your heart dropped.

You turned around, and there he was.

Toji.

Black shirt, jaw tight, unreadable expression — except for the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said so smoothly, too calmly. “Out late again?”

Your friends blinked, confused. You fumbled. “I—uh—he’s—my dad’s friend—Toji—” you mumbled, voice cracking.

His fingers tightened just a bit. “Can I borrow her for a minute?” he asked the group, that usual charming lilt in his voice.

You didn’t even have time to protest.

He dragged you down the street to where his car was parked. The moment the door slammed shut behind you, the air changed.

"You ignoring me now, huh?" he said, voice low, restrained. "Too busy dressing like this—" his eyes roamed down your legs, that short skirt your friend forced you to wear— "parading around the city at midnight?"

“I wasn’t— Toji, I was just—”

“Just what?” His voice dropped darker. “Trying to act like you’re some good girl again? Think I can’t smell when you’re lying?”

You flinched. He leaned closer.

“I should tell your dad,” he whispered, venomously soft. “That his daughter’s out here getting drunk, acting like a whore in front of strangers.”

You froze. “Please don’t— I wasn’t doing anything bad— I didn’t even drink tonight—”

He scoffed. “And I'm supposed to believe that? After you've been dodging me for weeks? After lying to my face every time I asked you to come over?”

You tried to pull your hand away. He didn’t let you.

"You’re mine,” he growled. “And you don’t get to run from me.”

He didn’t yell. He didn’t even raise his voice. But the sheer weight behind his tone made your stomach twist.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get in the passenger seat,” he said. “Or I drive straight to your house and we have a real grown-up talk with your father.”

You didn’t speak. Just opened the door with shaking hands and slid in, blinking back the fear in your chest.

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The air in Toji’s dimly lit living room crackles with tension as he shoves you through the door, his grip on your wrist bruising. His eyes, dark and smoldering with rage, pin you in place as he slams the door shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

“You think you can ghost me, huh?” he growls, voice low and dangerous, his towering frame looming over you.

Your heart races, fear mixing with the familiar heat of submission as you shrink back, stammering excuses about being busy. Toji’s laugh is sharp, cutting through your words. He yanks you closer, his calloused fingers digging into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Lame fuckin’ excuses,” he snarls, his breath hot against your face. “You’re mine, and you don’t get to run.”

He drags you to the couch, shoving you down with enough force to make you gasp. The worn leather creaks under your weight, cool against your flushed skin.

Toji’s hands are quick, practiced, as he grabs a coil of rope from a nearby drawer—black, rough, biting into your wrists as he binds them behind your back. The knots are tight, unyielding, a physical reminder of his control.

“You scared of your dad finding out?” he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension as he kneels in front of you, his rough hands gripping your thighs, spreading them apart.

“Or you just think you can play hard to get?” His fingers trail up, teasingly close to the hem of your skirt, and your breath hitches, body betraying you despite your fear.

“You ignored my calls, my texts,” he continues, his tone darkening as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Made me look like some desperate fuck. That stops now.” His hand slides under your skirt, finding the damp lace of your panties, and he smirks, cruel and triumphant.

“Already wet? Pathetic.” He yanks the fabric down, leaving you exposed, the cool air hitting your slick folds. His fingers trace your folds, slow and deliberate, circling your clit with agonizing precision.

You whimper, squirming against the ropes, but he presses a hand to your stomach, pinning you still.

“You don’t get to move,” he snaps, his voice a whipcrack. “You’ll take what I give you.”

Toji stands, unzipping his jeans with a deliberate slowness, his cock springing free—thick, veined, already leaking precum. He grabs your hair, tugging your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, and when you hesitate, he tightens his grip, making you wince. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Your lips part, and he pushes himself in, the salty taste of him flooding your senses as he thrusts deep, hitting the back of your throat. You gag, tears pricking your eyes, his hips setting a brutal pace.

“This is what happens when you forget who owns you,” he growls, his voice rough with arousal.

The room fills with the wet sounds of your choking, his low grunts, the creak of the couch. Your wrists burn against the rope, your thighs trembling as slick pools beneath you, dripping onto the leather.

Toji’s hand moves to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur.

“You’re gonna beg for me by the time I’m done,” he promises, his eyes glinting with dark intent.

“And you’ll never pull this shit again.” He pulls out abruptly, leaving you gasping, drool trailing down your chin. He kneels again, his fingers plunging into your cunt, curling against your sensitive walls, making you cry out.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Say you’re mine.”

Toji’s rage consumes him, his eyes wild as he flips you onto your stomach, the couch’s rough leather scraping your cheek. Your wrists strain against the tight ropes, burning as he yanks your hips up, forcing your knees to dig into the cushions.

“You cryin’ already?” he sneers, voice thick with cruel arousal, his hand cracking against your ass, leaving a stinging red mark.

Without warning, he slams his cock into you, the brutal thrust tearing a sob from your throat. His pace is deeper, stretching your walls, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Your tears soak the leather, your body trembling under his weight, but the sound of your sobs only makes him harder, his cock throbbing inside you.

“Fuck, you’re tight when you’re scared,” he growls, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, arching your spine painfully. He leans over, his chest pressed against your bound arms, his breath hot on your neck as he bites down, marking you.

His free hand snakes around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing it roughly, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through you. Your cries mix with broken moans.

“This cunt’s mine,” he snarls, pulling out only to ram back in, hitting your cervix with a force that makes you scream. “Every fuckin’ inch of you—mine.”

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, his anger fueling every thrust. Your vision blurs, tears streaming as he grips your hips, nails digging into your skin.

He shifts, one foot on the couch for leverage, driving into you at a new angle, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, making your body betray you with shudders of unwanted pleasure.

“Try ignoring me now,” he spits, his hand wrapping around your throat. He releases you just as your head swims, only to slap your ass again. Your sobs grow hoarse, your body limp, but he’s not done.

Toji pulls out, his cock slick with your juices, and flips you onto your back, your bound wrists pinned painfully beneath you. He straddles your chest, his heavy cock smearing precum across your tear-streaked face.

“Open."

He orders, and when your lips tremble, he forces himself in, fucking your mouth with the same ferocity, gagging you until drool spills down your chin.

“Look at you, a fuckin’ mess,” he taunts, his voice low. He pulls out, stroking himself as he stares down at you, broken and used.

“Gonna cum all over you,” he grunts, his hot, thick cum splattering across your face, dripping into your hair, marking you as his.

He leans down, his fingers plunging back into your swollen cunt, curling against your g-spot, making you twitch despite your exhaustion.

“You feel that?” he whispers, his voice a dangerous rasp as he smears his cum across your lips with his thumb.

“This is what you get for forgetting me.” His other hand grips your thigh, spreading you wide, exposing your flushed, glistening folds, your clit throbbing under his gaze.

“You’ll never pull this shit again,” he vows, his eyes burning into yours, “’cause I’ll break you every fuckin’ time.”

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Toji’s relentless assault stretches into the night, his anger an unyielding storm that leaves you shattered.

“Fucking slut,” he snarls, his voice dripping with venom as he slams his cock back into your raw, aching pussy, each thrust a punishing blow that rips fresh tears from your eyes.

"Mm---sorry.... please ....ss too much... I'm sorry". Your sobs are muffled against the floor, your body trembling as he grips your hips, bruising them with his rage.

He ignores your pleas. "Sorry?? ha ! funny...You thought you could ditch me?” he growls, yanking your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to arch until your spine screams.

“I’ll ruin you so bad you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

He doesn’t relent, his cock pounding into you with savage force, your swollen folds stinging with every brutal thrust. Slick and sweat mix, dripping down your thighs, your cunt clenching helplessly around him as pain and humiliation twist into a sickening heat.

“Cry louder, baby. . . . you're only making my cock harder," he taunts, slapping your ass so hard it burns. His fingers find your clit, pinching it cruelly, making you scream.

“You’re nothing without me,” he hisses, leaning close, his breath hot against your ear.

“Ignore me again, and I’ll fuck you in front of your dad—let him see what a whore you are.” The threat sinks into you, heavy and terrifying, your tears falling faster as fear chokes you.

Toji flips you onto your back, your bound arms crushed beneath you, the pain shooting through your shoulders. He straddles you, his thick cock hovering over your tear-streaked face, precum glistening at the tip.

“Look at this pathetic mess,” he sneers, smearing his cock across your lips, forcing you to taste him.

“You’re just a hole for me to use.” He thrusts into your mouth, gagging you until you choke, drool pooling under your chin. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur.

"D---Don't say th--that..." you managed to say between your sobs while he pulling out to let you gasp.

“Beg for mercy,” he demands. You whimper, too broken to speak, he laughs, cold and cruel. “Too late.”

He moves lower, spreading your thighs wide, exposing your glistening, abused cunt. His fingers plunge in, curling harshly against your g-spot, making you writhe despite the agony.

As dawn breaks, Toji finally stops, leaving you sobbing uncontrollably, your body a map of bruises, welts, and his cum. Your insides throbs, raw and ruined, your face sticky with tears and his seed.

He kneels beside you, his voice low and menacing. His fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his cold gaze.

“Try running again, and this’ll feel like a fucking warm-up.” He stands, leaving you there, broken and humiliated, a reminder that you’ll never escape him.

Your body aches, every muscle screaming as you lie curled on the bed, too sore to even shift. The room is silent, save for your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the house.

Toji returns after what feels like an eternity, his heavy footsteps echoing. His face is unreadable as he looks down at you. Without a word, he scoops you up, his strong arms cradling your bruised frame with surprising care.

You wince, a soft whimper escaping, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, carrying you to the bathroom like you weigh nothing.

The bathroom is warm, the air thick with steam from the running shower. Toji sets you on the edge of the tub, your legs trembling, unable to hold you up.

He strips you of your clothes, his hands rough but deliberate, pausing to graze your breasts, squeezing them briefly, his thumbs brushing your nipples casually that makes you flinch.

Warm water cascades over you as he guides you under the spray, his calloused hands scrubbing your skin with a washcloth, washing away the sticky mess of cum, sweat, and shame. He’s thorough, almost clinical, cleaning between your thighs where your raw, swollen core stings under his touch, but he doesn’t shy away, his fingers lingering there, probing gently.

He kisses your shoulder, your neck, your forehead, your jaw—that feel more like branding than affection.

Toji towels you dry, his hands roaming again, groping your tits as he wraps you in the soft fabric, a faint smirk tugging at his lips when you gasp. He dresses you in one of his oversized shirts, the hem brushing your thighs, and a pair of his boxers, the elastic loose around your hips. His fingers trail over your collarbone, squeezing your breast once more before he leads you to the kitchen, your steps shaky, his hand steady on your lower back.

The table is set with simple breakfast—eggs, toast, coffee—and he pushes you into a chair, sliding a plate in front of you. “Eat,” he grunts, sitting across from you, his eyes never leaving your face.

He leans back, sipping his coffee, his gaze heavy as he finally speaks.

“Went too far last night,” he says, his tone flat, no real guilt in his voice, just a statement of fact. "Don't take anything I said to heart. Wasn't on the right mind."

“But you fuckin’ pushed me, ignoring my calls, actin’ like you could just walk away.” His jaw tightens, and he sets the mug down with a thud. "Made me act crazy and mad, at this fucking age !"

“Don’t do it again. You know what happens.” His words hang in the air, a warning, as he reaches across the table, his thumb brushing your lips , pressing a kiss on your cheek, before he returns to his food, leaving you to process the weight of his care and his control.

to be continued.... (next chapter)

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[olliesallamericanbitch]

Can't Stop the Raining

synopsis: due to her social anxiety, y/n brings charlie to a race. she also meets a cute guy.

ollie bearman x black! reader

pt.2 of the 'crybaby' trilogy

yn had to support the elderly

tagged; lewishamilton charliebushnell

lewishamilton i'd advise you not to talk abt the person that brought you here

charliebushnell I APPRECIATE YOU unlike so people...

yn fuck off char lol

after the race, y/n and charlie decided to walk around the paddock. Well, more like charlie made they didn't bump into anyone while y/n ranted.

"you know, I thought the break up would help with my writing block, but i'm still stuck. How does taylor swift do it?" y/n ranted while keeping a grip on charlie's sleeve.

charlie chuckled, "what works for taylor doesn't work for everyone. you don't need to write a sad song, and neither of us were particularly sad afterwards."

y/n scoffs and rolls her eyes, "I don't need to be sad in the moment to write a sad song. plus, people love break up songs. they love crying to shit like that."

charlie looks at y/n, incredulously, "yeah, ok miss crybaby."

y/n stops in her tracks, "who is THAT?" she points to the garage a little ways ahead of them.

charlie follows her sight, only to see a tall, brown-haired and doe-eyed boy in a HAAS racing suit. He smirks, "I'm guessing a driver."

y/n nudges charlie, "no duh. he's cute."

"wow... I'm right here you know."

"good. that means you can appreciate his looks as well. as a fellow cutie, of course."

from afar, y/n and charlie have caught ollie's eye. He walks over to them.

y/n sees ollie, "shit! char, he's coming over here. act natural."

charlie shakes his head, "you know, you're probably more famous than him, right?"

y/n tugs on charlie's sleeve, nervous. "I don't care. You know I get weird around good looking people. Remember when we first met?"

ollie makes his way over to them, "Hi, I'm Ollie." He turns to y/n, "you're lewis's niece, right?"

y/n freezes and charlie nudges her, "I have a boyfriend!"

ollie freezes and blinks, slowly, "Um, ok?"

y/n and charlie are on the plane ride back to L.A.

"fuck!" y/n is banging her head on the tray, "i am stupid! i am so stupid."

charlie moves hand between the tray and y/n, catching her head. "it's not that bad."

y/n lifts her head, "not that bad, not that bad! i told him that i have a boyfriend. i lied!"

"you were nervous."

"And you know what makes it worse? he looked at you! to see if you were going to say something!" y/n ranted.

charlie wraps his arm around y/n, "at least it wasn't like when we met, remember? you yelled out, in front everyone, that i was cutest thing you'd ever seen and that you would one-hundred percent smash if you got the chance."

y/n turned to face him, "that's crazy because I was one-hundred thinking "smash" when i saw him. i'm glad i can actually talk to you about this."

charlie looked at y/n like she was crazy, "y/n. we've been friends for a while, and i'm probably the only person you still talk to on a daily basis. i got you."

y/n sighs, "first of all, you did not have to clock me like that. second, i just hate messing shit up for myself. i have got to stop that."

charlie pats y/n's head, "you will. no more rain on your parade."

y/n leans into charlie's hand, "can't stop it, unfortunately."

"maybe next time."

"maybe."

cara's paddock: i have nothing to say other than the lowercase format is intentional. also, this was a long time coming. next chaper will be longer as it is the final chapter.

taglist: @multifantasic70

[disgustingtwitches]

**MDNI**

"The closest to heaven we'll ever get"

Saw a lot of stuff about Simon helping out a s*x worker. Anyways, it reminded me of a personal experience I had so... Here I am 😃

5.5k words

*This is kind of Simon needing company and being a weirdo who needs constant validation.

Not gonna lie, it gets blasphemous at the end!

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I always played around with the idea of being an escort. I was offered to do things while working in the strip club, but I always turned it down. I was spending every dollar I made because I could always make more, right? But when I broke up with my ex and realized I didn't have the credit or rental history to get my own place, I started panicking. The only option was to put down at least three months rent cash upfront, to even be considered. Suddenly, money was drying up at the club for me, my regulars were being whisked away by girls who would do more for less. I couldn't really get mad, it's just a part of the game really. So I knew what needed to be done.

I hit up one of my girlfriends and told her that I needed the extra cash and what I was willing to do for it. She helped me set up a website, took professional photos of me, made me business cards. The whole nine yards. Now all I had to do was wait. About a week in, I finally get my first client. It was awkward and surprisingly, both of our first times in this situation. I was sent back home in a black car and a few hundred bucks richer for just 30 minutes of my time. I felt a rush I never felt before.

As the months rolled by, the money came. Luxury was the new standard for me. Designer everything, nice dinners, even nicer dates. To my surprise a majority of my clientele were, at most, 10 years older than me, and even more surprisingly, good looking. Finance bros, guys with daddy's money, or just men who had the money to spare. They always talked about how it was more fun and less work to hire me than get a girlfriend. To get a pretty girl in their arm to parade around that wouldn't bicker and give them a hard time at the end of the night. No feelings attached, just company and good sex.

So here I am Saturday night. Instead of going out to the club like a normal woman my age in Manhattan should be doing. I am in my hotel. Waiting for a call or text from someone. Anybody. My hair in rollers, makeup half done. Just waiting. My phone lights up, a text coming in:

Hi, Gia. Was interested in spending an hour with you tonight, 11pm.

I smiled to myself. Finally, someone who reads my ad properly. Follows the instructions on what to text to me. Straight to the point.

Wonderful, just need a picture of your ID or passport.

I reply. Always a rule my girlfriend drilled into my head. Safety first. If they don't do it, then what could they be planning? Anything goes bad and all you have is a name that couldn't even be real. Any client worth your time understands your safety is a priority. So this was my way of feeling safer. A moment passes before my phone dings again.

A picture of a passport, full name and age. Along with a picture. He's cute. A little older than what I usually get but I'm not complaining. I quickly look him up, nothing out of the ordinary. Good.

Great. Thank you, Simon. I'll send an address for you to send a car at 10:20. Reach out to you then❤️

Before I start to get ready he texts,

Wear something casual.

Not an odd request. Actually most clients prefer it. Want more of a girlfriend vibe rather than an escort. I finished getting ready, helping myself to a glass of wine. Playing my usual bad bitch songs, it helped me turn into the woman I needed to be- from me to Gia.

10:25 rolls around. I get a screenshot of the Uber from him. 5 minutes out. I grab my purse and strut out of my hotel, to a nearby park. Never give your real address. Always make sure you're not being followed.

A black SUV pulls up, I slide in. Exchange pleasantries with the driver and I'm off. Headed to midtown. I share my location with a friend and how long I should be gone. My phone goes off.

Walk into the building and head to the elevators on the left. 36th floor. Apt. 4A.

I nod to myself before shooting a text of confirmation.

Got it. See you soon ;)

I pull up to the building, it's huge. Nicer than most places I've been. He must have some serious cash. I walk into the building and follow the directions he gave me. A little adrenaline rushes through me as I walk up to the door, always did when meeting someone new. I knock. He almost immediately opens the door, as if he was standing in front of it. Waiting.

Simon!

I say with a wide smile. He steps aside as I walk in, looking around. Nice place. Really nice place. Ceiling to floor windows, minimalist decor, the lovely smell of something masculine and expensive. He looks me up and down as I turn to him.

You look just like your pictures.

His voice is deep, alluring, unreadable. Sends a chill up my thighs that shoots straight to my core.

You do too.

I reply playfully. A small twitch plays at the corner of his mouth before disappearing. His face inscrutable. I shimmy off my coat before he takes it, hanging it up in a closet near the entrance. I wait for him to move. He stands, hands in his pockets, studying me. An awkward minute passes before he walks to the living room. I follow.

Really nice place you got here.

I try to make the moment more comfortable.

Hm.

He responds. He wasn't like the other men I've seen before. They are sociable, or at least try to be. I take a seat on the couch next to him, our knees barely touching.

Money's there.

He gestures to an envelope on the table. I nod, grabbing it.

Do you mind if I...?

I ask, opening it up. He nods and stands to pour himself a drink. My eyes widen. This is more than my usual rate. Much more. I'm quiet, trying not to show my shock.

Was hoping to do an overnight, if that's alright.

It was less of a question and more of a statement from him. It was more than enough for a night. I nodded.

Of course, I do wish you would've told me; I would've packed a bag.

I smiled, putting the envelope down on the table. I grab my phone and update my friend on how long I'd be gone for. I put away the phone quickly and look up at him. God, was he hot. And the way he carried himself made him even hotter, so nonchalant. He shrugged, sipping his drink before sitting next to me again, some space between us.

How long you been doing this?

He stares at me, gaze so intense I squirm a little.

Just a few months.

We're quiet again. Usually I try to carry a conversation if the other party can't hold one, but he makes me nervous. I talk again, asking mundane questions. It's like pulling teeth trying to have small talk with him. Maybe he's just not much of a talker.

I scoot closer to him, our knees barely touching. He puts his drink down, and rests his arms on the back of the couch. I lean in closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh before kissing his lips. He kisses back softly. We exchange light, almost timid kisses for awhile. He finally moves. A hand reaching up to grab at my hair, gently pulling. I moan faintly and that seems to set him off. He grabs me by the throat, not hard, just enough to stand me up and guide me to his bedroom; our kisses getting more intense. We strip each other of our clothes. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, it feels like I'm opening a gift on Christmas. He's big. I smile up at him. He just looks down vacantly. I pull down his boxers and his erection springs up, tip drooling. He opens a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom and rolling it on himself.

Lay back.

He commands. I obey, opening my legs. I've done this so many times before, but this time it's different. As unceremoniously as he's treating this, I can't be more excited. His body is amazing, tattoos and scars just adding to the mysterious aura. His natural scent drives me wild. I look up to him as he crawls over me, lining himself up with me. He gives a couple lazy slaps on my slick. I take a sharp breath. He watches as he slides himself in, I tense up. Most guys are well... average. And he's well... much more than that.

Relax.

He huffs. Sliding himself in more, not giving me any time to adjust. I grip the bedsheets, clenching my jaw. I stare up at him, he doesn't even look at me. His face emotionless as he watches himself slide in and out. I try to unclench, opening myself up more to him.

Mhm...

He grunts. My nipples harden at his voice. I moan as he slams into my cervix repeatedly. It makes him shoot his eyes up at me, glaring into mine. His eyes dark pools, intense. He roughly hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up to my chest. He digs even deeper into me as I whimper. He takes quick, shallow breaths.

You're so deep.

I say panting, the breath getting knocked out of me. I reach out to touch his muscular arms. He grunts and pounds harder into me. I throw my head back, whining. Trying to not wince in pain. He slows for a moment, pulling back, keeping my legs on his shoulders as he slides in and out. My breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.

You're hot.

A hint of emotion in his voice, he reaches down to knead my chest. My face gets hot. I tighten around him.

Fuck...

He makes a sound that almost resembles a moan. I smile up at him, almost proud of making him show any emotion. He looks down at me, a flicker in his eyes, a small smirk on his face that leaves as quickly as it came. He parts my legs and rubs at my clit in rough circles. I squirm under him.

Say my name.

He orders. His strokes picking up as I get used to him.

Simon~

As soon as his name leaves my lips, a deep rumble from his chest fills my ears. He leans over me, arms on either side of my head. I reach up to run my hands up and down the back of his neck.

Say you love me.

His request takes me aback. I pull him closer, my lips just under his ear.

I love you~

He immediately tenses up and takes a heavy breath. I could feel him twitch inside me as he finishes. He pulls away quickly, going to the bathroom to throw out the condom and clean up. He brings back a wet towel, wiping me down.

What's your name?

His tone as flat as ever.

Gia.

I responded. I know what he's actually asking me. Never, ever tell a trick your real name. Hell, he shouldn't even know your real age.

You know what I mean.

He glares at me. I shift awkwardly. Don't do it. He doesn't say a word, just stares in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Why should he know your real name anyways? I tell him my name. Stupid. Fucking dumbass. I kick myself. He nods and slides into some sweats, throwing me his shirt.

Let's watch something.

I throw on his shirt. Now this is what I'm used to. Being a temporary girlfriend. Pretending to be affectionate. Giving much needed companionship. He splays out on the couch as I lay on top of him. He turns on the TV, resting a hand on my ass and squeezing it. Maybe this is why he hires girls. Because of how distant he is. The man can't even hold a conversation. He flicks on some show he was in the middle of, a business dramedy that I couldn't care less about. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers through my hair. We're like this for a while, quiet.

Tell me you love me.

He says dryly, looking down at me. I look up and kiss him.

I love you, Simon.

He gets hard immediately, rubbing himself on me. He gets up, lifting me up effortlessly, and throws me on the bed. He lays on top of me, pinning me down onto the bed. Kissing me much more passionately this time, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth.

Keep saying it.

His voice gruff. He moves his kisses down to my neck, pawing at my bust.

I love you, Simon.

I moan. I wanted him so badly. I don't care how I got him, I just wanted to take him. Something about him made me go crazy, deep inside. He yanks up the shirt I was wearing, moving his kisses more and more south.

You fuck other people raw?

I shake my head. I might've been a whore, but I wasn't reckless.

Never.

He nods.

Can I eat you out?

I look down at him. Something about seeing him between my legs makes me wanna say yes. The way his eyes looks almost as if he's pleading, desperate. No way. Never do that.

Yes.

I allow him to keep going. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I allowing this? Before I can think more, he plunges his tongue between my lips. Lapping up desperately, burying his face into me. I roll my eyes back, running my fingers through his hair.

I love you, Simon.

I gasp. It's the only thing he wanted me to say. I saw something in him, the way he reacted when I said that, it made me want to stay in his place forever. To never leave. Make him happy. It's just the good head talking, you'll snap back to your senses afterwards. He moans so quietly I can barely hear it. Barely. My legs on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around my thighs. Digging fingers into the soft flesh. He sucks on my nub repeatedly. It's a tortuously delicious feeling. I grip his hair a little.

I love you, Simon.

I look down at him, watching him devour me. He looks up at me, his eyes showing an emotion I can't decipher. He moves one hand down to slide two fingers into me.

I love you, Simon.

I moan, throwing my head back and smiling.

Hmm...

He mumbled into my heat. Pumping in and out before bending his fingers in a way that presses against my sweet spot. I hiss, pleasure flashing through me like a strobe light. I'm dripping wet. He pulls his fingers out and plunges his tongue into my entrance, trying to suck out every drop of my juices.

You taste good.

Voice as flat as ever, as if he isn't lost in between my folds. He drags his tongue up between my lips, from my entrance to my nub again. He slips his fingers in again, pressing up against my sweet spot repeatedly. I get lost in the feeling. God I could stay like this forever. He looks up at me, like he's looking for validation.

I love you, Simon~

I slip out between heavy breaths. He picks up the pace of his fingers and tongue. My face gets hot as I get closer, grip his hair a little harder. He goes even faster, harder, almost feverant. I roll my eyes back, panting. I whimper before crying out, tightening around his fingers in a vice grip.

I love you, Simon~

I force the words from my throat as I spasm under him. He continues, seemingly determined to draw another climax out of me. I mewled, trying to push his head away. He was unmoving for an unbearable moment. The only sounds were my pants and his slurping.

I love you, Simon.

I wailed, almost hoping it'll make him stop. He does thankfully. He pulls away, tearing off his sweats, beating off himself. Staring at me, his gaze is intense as ever. He grabs me by the thighs and drags me into his lap. He continues to stroke himself, staring into my wet core as if he was hypnotized by it.

Can I...

He starts, almost knowing he shouldn't ask the question.

Can I fuck you raw?

His voice is uncharacteristically soft and unsure. I blink at him, mind racing. ABORT! ABORT! THIS IS LIKE RULE #1 IN HOE-ING!!! He looked so delicious from this angle, his eyes still glued on my wetness. ARE YOU INSANE?? NO!! His throbbing, beautiful dick is twitching.

...yes.

I nod. You're the dumbest person on the planet. I insult myself a million different ways in my head. A brief moment of regret is replaced with pleasure as he slides his tip teasingly in and out of me. His jaw clenches, chest rising and falling faster. His voice cracks as a moan escapes him, his eyebrows furrow.

I love you, Simon.

I stare at him, eyes half lidded. The smallest smile spreads across his face, still looking at himself entering me. He inches his way in. Pulling in and out, going deeper each time. I squeeze him, make him bite his lip.

That's good.

He stated, voice quavering. He clears his throat before grabbing one leg and lifting it to my chest, digging deep into me. I take a sharp breath in. He hovers over me, arms on either side of my head again. He slides in and out, slowly at first then picking up to a punishing pace. I whimper and wiggle under him. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes that bore into mine.

I love you, Simon.

I stare right back at him, passion shooting right out of my eyes. His eyes flutter for a moment before blinking back into his cold, unnerving self. He continues to dig himself into me, slamming and grinding himself into the deepest parts of me. It's a painfully addicting feeling. I take his hand and press it up against my lower stomach so he can feel how much he fills me. He clenches his jaw so hard, it looks like his head could pop.

I love you, Simon.

I whisper. He drops down on top of me, snaking his arms around and behind my back to grab my ass. His mouth right next to my ear, I can hear his fast and shallow breaths. Little groans that slip out every now and then. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tighter.

I love you, Simon.

I hear him groan under me as I said it again. He goes faster than before, pretty much jackhammering me into the mattress. My mouth is agape and head thrown back. Only grunts escape my throat as I get fucked senseless.

Mhm...like that?

His words bounce around in my empty head. I replay it in my head over and over until I clench around him, he doesn't stop though. It only seems to spur him on even more. His warm breath tickling my ear as it gets more ragged.

Keep saying it.

He demands through gritted teeth.

Fuck... I love you, Simon.

I squeak out the words. He huffs and continues to rampage my body.

Can I come inside you?

He asks- No, begs. No use in turning back now. Just the thought made me close again.

Yes.

I nod and he breathes harder and harder until he pleads in a strained voice,

Say it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.

I love you, Simon~

He spills inside me. His stammered breaths and moans driving me crazy. The feeling of him pumping into me driving me over the edge. I pull him closer, practically squeezing him.

I love you, Simon.

I tenderly kiss the top of his head as he nuzzles into my neck.

How often do you do this?

My head clears, a wave of regret coming over me.

Never. I never even hired anyone before you.

He says in a way so sincere I honestly believe him. How do you know when a trick is lying? Their mouth is open. Rules. Rules to live by, to be able to survive doing what I do. Rules. They all meant nothing as soon as I laid eyes on him. Somehow saw this coming a mile away in the back of my head. He pulled away from my grasp, disappointment flooded me. He leaned back, opening my legs: watching both of our cum dripping out of me.

Say it.

His eyes so focused, as if he were trying to take a picture with his mind; so he would never forget this moment.

I love you, Simon.

I say with a tender smile. His dick jumps. Good lord is this man insatiable. He stands up and does the same routine as before, cleaning himself up and then me. He hands me his shirt:

Here.

I throw it on and he leads me to the bathroom, grabbing me by the shoulders and making me face the mirror. He gently pushes my back, I lean my elbows on the countertop. I stand on the balls of my feet, trying to get my hips to meet his. As I look in the mirror, his face looks almost tender watching me sway my hips.

I love you, Simon~

I sing softly. He bites his lip, entering me again. God, I never get used to the feeling. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, he bottoms me out. Groaning louder this time, he pulls my hair back so I'm looking directly at the mirror, locking eyes with him.

S'it, pretty girl...

A corner of his mouth upturned just enough to know he's enjoying himself. His words make me flutter around him. He groans and starts to pound into me. The bathroom is filled with the duet of our breaths and groans. He pulls my hair so my back is pressed against his chest. He rests a hand on my throat, squeezing just enough. Moves his lips to my neck, still sliding in and out of me.

You love me? Huh?

He grunts, warm breath on the pulse of my neck.

I love you. So much.

I moaned. I repeated the phrase so many times, it started coming out of my mouth naturally. He moved his hand from my hair to my lower stomach, pressing against it so he could feel himself hitting my walls.

You love this dick, yeah? Say it.

His voice getting more demanding and urgent. I nod and look at him through the mirror, smiling.

I love it, I love this dick so much, Simon~

He nips at my neck as he continues to fuck me. His nips turn into bites. Bites that definitely leave marks. I didn't care, that didn't matter right now.

You're never fucking leaving, you know that?

A threat that sounded like heaven to me. He could keep me chained to the bed and I wouldn't care, just as long as he kept fucking me like this. I giggled with excitement.

You like that, hm?

He smiles against my skin before continuing to lick and bite my neck.

I love it~

I truly did. It felt heavenly. Better than anyone I've ever had. Ever. Something felt so familiar about his touch. As if I belonged there.

I love you, Simon~

At this point I feel like I'm reciting a prayer, the words flowing out of me like a stream. I was melting in his arms.

Turn around, wanna see that pretty face.

I did so eagerly as he lifted me up on the counter and slid inside me. I smirked up at him. He, as always, was watching himself impale me.

Looks so pretty...

He seemingly mumbled to himself. He leaned down and pressed our foreheads together, a firm hand on the back of my head. Hitting a spot so deep inside me I never knew I had. We were like this for a long minute, sloppy sounds of our sex bouncing off the walls.

I love you, Simon.

I stared into his eyes. They seem to soften for a moment before he tightened the grip on the back of my neck. A huff, and then he came undone. He stayed inside me until he was soft. He pulls out and pushes his fingers into my cunt, stuffing his seed back into me.

Hm.

He grunts in a way that sounds like approval before helping me off the counter. He leads me to bed and slips under the covers.

In my arms.

Commanding as he usually does. I press my head against his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. He wraps an arm around me, his touch much gentler than before. I fall asleep. Not too sure if he does too.

Morning comes and I'm woken up by the sun shining in my face. Sitting up, I'm in his bed, still wearing his shirt. Alone. I walk out to the living room and see him setting up breakfast on the coffee table.

You made this?

I question, surprised.

Ordered it. Good morning.

He turns to me, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks at me expectantly. I blink at him.

Good morning.

I say. He looks at me as if he was anticipating something else. I think for a moment before suddenly remembering.

I love you, Simon.

He steps to the side, inviting me to sit on the couch. I help myself to a seat and look at the plate in front of me. It's simple, French toast and eggs. I help myself.

Are you gonna eat anything?

I look at him quizzically. He shakes his head, staring like always. We're silent as I finish my plate. I grab my phone and check the time. Almost time for me to leave.

Can I book you for longer?

His voice is gruff. An underlying tone, pleading?

It'll be expensive.

I didn't want to say that. Wanted to say I'll stay as long as he likes. But I already made too many mistakes. Gotta get back on track.

I don't care.

Of course he didn't. He could probably buy me out for the rest of my life if he wanted to. He pulled out his phone, asking for my personal number so he could send the money straight to my bank account. Hesitantly I gave it to him. He probably could find out that stuff if he wanted to anyways. My phone dings, I check my bank app. My eyes pop out of my head. I look up at him bewildered.

How long would that get me?

He asks, as if he didn't send me an ungodly amount of money.

It's enough for a whole week...

Shock still overwhelming me.

You wanna stay that long?

He doesn't really ask. He knows I'll say yes. Doesn't even wait for my answer.

I'll let you get your things.

He throws some of his clothes my way and sends me back in a car to the hotel. I grab my bags and checkout. Is this really happening? A call from my girlfriend. I tell her about his extension. She says something about making sure he's not a serial killer. We laugh, tells me to have fun, don't fall in love. I scoff as if that was the stupidest idea I've heard. As soon as I know it I'm back at his place, he's grabbing bags from me, setting them to the side. Turning to me and running a hand up the side of my waist.

I love you, Simon.

We spend the whole week tangled up in each other. Taking a break before I say those four words and he has me pinned against a wall or over a dresser or kitchen counter. Any flat surface, really.

It's Saturday night and we're showering, cleaning off sweat and other bodily fluids from each other. His touch is so gentle, handling me like I was a piece of china. He liked me. It was obvious. Seemed like the only way he knew how to show it was by fucking me, though. I liked him too. Maybe not to the extent he did.

Seemed like he found something he needed for a long time. He was hungry. Famished. He couldn't just let go of me. He's not satiated yet. Don't know if he'll ever be. It was a looming feeling. Dark and heavy. A little scary. But it made me feel more desired than I've ever been before. And not just a carnal desire. It made me feel coveted.

We're laid up on his couch. Watching the show I didn't care for before, a little more invested. My phone lights up, buzzing. The name of a regular of mine across the screen in big bold letters. This is usually the time of the month he calls to set up a date. A reminder that this is all temporary. I let it go to voicemail. He tenses up. Jealousy and disappointment radiating off him.

How much for the whole month?

He doesn't even let me think of an answer before speaking again.

How much to make you quit for good?

I'm a little shook, sure I've heard it a dozen times before. Always said in jest. But he's serious. The few words he said, he always seemed to mean. No need to waste his breath beating around the bush. My heart races. I can feel his pound against mine. A number doesn't come to my head.

Let's just see how this goes.

He doesn't like that answer. He wants something solid. A promise that I'll never leave. More than a promise. But that's as good as he can get right now. There's a tense silence between us.

I love you, Simon.

The only thing I can think of saying right now. He takes hold of me, climbing into the bed and sits me in his lap. His back against the headboard.

C'mon love.

He says frigid. An underlying tone of disappointment and hurt. I slide myself down on him, a little more adjusted to his size now. He wraps strong arms around my waist, pulling me so close it seems like he wants to coalesce into my very being.

Give me a number.

A demand that seems more like a plea. We hold each other. Unmoving as he is still buried deep inside me.

Maybe it is a little toxic to spiral into the addiction to fast money. Maybe I'm a little sick of pretending to be the perfect woman. Maybe it is a little exhausting to be a fantasy and nothing more. Maybe it is a little lonely when it's just me lying in bed, when I have to comfort others. Where's my comfort in all of this? Where's my happiness in all of this? No more fake smiles. No more fake orgasms. No more fake feelings. I don't care if he's lying. I want to indulge in delusion. Even for a moment.

Ok.

I give in. He leans over, placing me on my back before adjusting himself on top of me. Touches my face, his showing an emotion that is genuine and staggering. Devotion? It feels like it.

I could almost cry, the way he takes me like I'm his. The way he talks to me like I'm not someone he hired. That didn't matter anymore. I wasn't an escort to him. I was his girl. The sex was different. Transcendant. Divine. Did I know I wanted to be saved? Of course I didn't know; for the life of sin and suffering is simply a thing to toil in until you are shown salvation. Every time he came, he baptized me. I was born again in his eyes, I was perfect and clean. Absolved of my sins.

He looked at me with so much adoration. I looked up at him, much in the same way Magdalene did to her Redeemer. He had turned a prostitute into a Saint. The unshakeable feeling of deliverance washed over as he touched me, no longer a leper. I was saved by him. His body. His sweat. His seed. Akin to taking Communion. The closest to heaven we'll ever get.

[doctor-dusk]

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

you and a certain riddler (eycte!alex) have some fun at a halloween party.

warnings: unprotected sex (piv), veeery soft dom!alex, i think that's it lol

word count: 4.6k

english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. also this is my first smut posted here, i'm fucking nervous :v

‘’so, you think it will take a while for her to arrive?’’ 

alex heard miles' question sound far away as his eyes were fixed on the partially busy street. they were at the entrance to the hotel exactly ten minutes ago for a costume party, after all, it was halloween.

‘’perhaps. it wouldn't be her if she wasn't late, eh?’’ he replied, looking at his wristwatch and avoiding rubbing his eyes in frustration, as he didn't want to smudge the perfectly done eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes.

alex had planned this for over a month, not just because miles and other friends would be at this party, but because you would be there. well, at least that's what you told him three days ago, when he asked you for the umpteenth time if you were really going. turner knew you well enough to know that you could change your mind in the blink of an eye. you weren't the type to leave the house, so seeing you be anywhere other than your apartment was like a huge event that he really didn't want to miss.

‘’you can go ahead if you want. i'll wait ‘ere.’’ alex turned to kane when he saw him adjust the platinum wig on his head. he couldn't say exactly what miles' fantasy was, but he didn't think it was bad. it suited him.

‘’nah, i don't think it will be necessary.’’ miles pointed with his chin in the opposite direction, making alex turn his head. his eyes caught sight of the silver toyota prius arriving at the rotating parking lot. alex breathed a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction when he knew it was you.

he didn’t look away for a second, not even when the valet came around the car to open the driver’s door so you could get out. he thought he forgot how he breathed when he saw you tiptoe out of the vehicle, wearing a strapless leather dress, highlighting even more your clavicle and well-defined shoulders; the black leather boots didn't shine any more than the chocker-style necklace wrapped around your neck subtly, not looking so tight; your voluminous hair was down, finished impeccably, and turner thought for a moment that was the reason you took your sweet time. as you approached as if you were parading on a catwalk, he noticed how the femme fatale makeup fit you like a glove, your entire face seemed more highlighted with the catty eyelashes.

he definitely couldn't stop looking at you. and he didn't even want to.

‘’what kind of fantasy is this, miles?’’ it was the first thing you asked after you handed over your car keys to the valet to park your car in a space in the underground parking lot. ‘’i don't know, a mix of elvis presley and niall horan?’’

‘’yeah, yeah, very funny.’’ miles forced a laugh without a hint of humor. ‘’this is art, okay? ric flair, better known as the nature boy.’’ he said, taking a walk while you let out a laugh. ‘’of course ya’ don't know, just want to know about lovecraft and allan poe.’’

‘’and what's wrong with that?’’ you rolled your eyes in amusement, then resting them on turner. his smile grew even wider when he saw you so close and so… tempting. you never thought you'd actually need to see turner wearing eyeliner until you saw it before your eyes. ‘’oh, and you must be…’’ you said, sliding your index finger over qlex's covered shoulder, making him smile.

‘’c’mon, darlin’. it shouldn't be that hard to know who i am.’’ alex extended his arms, also doing a little turn so that you could look at him up and down and caught your lip between your teeth just in time, before he could complete the turn and look back at you. ‘’what does a liar do when he’s dead?’’

‘’he lies still.’’ you replied immediately, seeing alex smile as he nodded. ‘’well, 's not bad, al. such a perfect riddler. better than a certain someone…’’ you mumbled under your breath as you gestured to miles, making turner hold back a laugh.

‘’yeah, just pretend i'm not here. bullying can be avoided, ya’ know?’’ he lightly pushed you by the shoulder, making you laugh. you couldn't help it, but you knew that deep down, it was all just a joke. you and miles got along very well, especially because you had been friends for a long time and it was through him that you met alex. it couldn't be better.

‘’c’mon, you know i love you, mi.’’ you hugged him over his shoulder, gently rubbing the palm of your hand on miles' chin, feeling his sparse beard tickle your open palm.

‘’okay, okay. and who are you, by the way?’’ he asked, now paying attention to your costume.

‘’neither do i know. something close to the characters in the books i read, a mix of dracula and… i don't know.’’ you said, shaking the vampire cape you wore. turner couldn't help but let an almost invisible smirk appear. he knew you would choose something like this, it was as if he knew you like the back of his hand.’’

‘’i liked it. ‘s just like you.’’ alex said, seeing you smile without showing your teeth, your cheeks flushed as the smile was still present on your face. ‘’looks like you’ve been flashin’ triple A passes at the cemetery gates.’’

‘’oh, here it comes. we don't have time for that, let's go ‘cause the night is young and it grows fast.’’ miles gestured in mock boredom, opening the way for you to enter. obviously you and alex followed him side by side, and alex didn't pass up the opportunity he had by wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his hand there. 

of course, you didn't stop feeling that ravenous shiver, even though you tried to hide it as best you could. you just loved alex's touch on any area of your body. literally any area.

‘’thought you weren't going to come.’’ alex whispered in your ear, even though the room was filled with loud music, you were able to hear and smile.

‘’i thought about giving up, you know me. i hate leaving the my cave.’’ you laughed through your nose, looking at him. alex awakened something inexplicable in you, even more now. the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the way his jaw was so marked as if it could cut diamonds, the eyes marked by eyeliner seemed more enigmatic even in the partially lit environment, the mouth that seemed to invite you for a kiss in a hidden corner... all of that was capable of taking away what little sanity you had left and making you insane, even if you hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol until that moment.

‘’oh, sweetheart, you would break me heart if you didn't come.’’ turner pouted amidst his slurred voice, letting his thumb run up and down your waist, giving you an almost imperceptible caress. you held your breath subtly, trying not to lose your self-control.

but in front of alex turner, you had anything but self-control.

‘’it's not like you won't have fun here without me.’’ you joked, taking a drink from the waiter who passed by, serving drinks on a golden tray. the party was packed, more than expected. miles had already gotten lost in the crowd, not that you cared about that. you’re fine just in each other's company.’’

‘’it wouldn't be that funny, love.’’ alex laughed, letting his nose run over your bare shoulder, feeling the fragrance of your perfume invade his nostrils, absorbing a smile that was impossible to hide. ‘’you and your mysterious energy like someone with an unkind of ravens and murder of crows fascinate me. i couldn't do without you ‘ere.’’ he finished, taking some of his drink to try. his throat burned with the first sip, but nothing he wasn't used to.

‘’me and my mysterious energy? this one is new.’’ — you raised an eyebrow, a little curious. alex couldn't explain exactly what caught his attention.

he knew that you were kinda different from the other girls he had ever met. fascinated by lovecraft and edgar allan poe, further denoting your small obsession with death. your favorite films were horror films, especially the italian kind. you could spend hours and hours listening to the soundtracks while driving your prius through the city streets in your dark leather clothes, living your life the way you wanted.

he loved your authenticity. you weren't afraid or ashamed to be like this. maybe that was what excited him so much that he wanted you so bad.

alex laughed instead of giving you an answer, pulling you onto the dance floor. at one point, they met up with miles and other mutual friends, you drank, had fun listening to some music from the 80s. you felt free to do whatever you wanted as the drink got more to your heads and the zeros lined up on the clock.

in fact, you don't usually go to these places, you'd much rather be at home under the covers and in the company of a good book. but when you were with alex and miles, everything seemed to get better. or more specifically, when you were with alex. even though he was completely the opposite of you, turner was seen as a kind of magnet, impossible to ignore, especially when you had already taken enough shots to lose track of each other and the sexual tension increased with each exchange of glances.

little did you know that even though he wasn't your type, alex was completely willing to try something.

‘’what do you think we get out of ‘ere, baby?’’ you heard alex's voice drawl when he brought his mouth to your ear. you thought he did it on purpose, just to make every hair on your body stand on end. and well, it really was on purpose.

‘’where?’’ you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him closer. turner looked around for a moment, trying to adjust his blurry vision. you could go to any room in that hotel, but he had a better idea in mind.

‘’your car.’’ he suggested. you gave a roguish smile, finishing your drink in one gulp. oh, you knew exactly where this would take them, and there was no way you were going to back down now. not when turner is absurdly irresistible and you're in an overwhelming mood.

‘’what about miles?’’ you dared to ask, looking over his shoulder, seeing your friend dancing as if there was no tomorrow, not caring about the two of you there.

‘’don't give a shit about him right now.’’ turner said, tilting his face a little to give you a soft kiss without using his tongue, already being able to awaken even more that insane desire in both you and himself. ‘’just want you, darlin’.’’ he finished in a whisper, biting your bottom lip.

you didn't need to respond any further, leading the way immediately, passing through the euphoric and drunk bodies, gripping alex's hand who was following right behind you, also eager to get out of there as soon as possible. you got your car keys from reception, and soon the two of you were heading to the parking lot, stopping to exchange some caresses that you thought were urgent since you couldn't do it while walking.’’

‘’oh, i love this car.’’ alex comments in an ecstatic sigh, letting his hand slide over the sparkling silver bodywork of the trunk of your toyota prius.

‘’more than me?’’ you asked, leaning your body against the warm hood of the car, practically lying on it. alex watched the scene in slow motion with a roguish smile. and for him it was impossible not to walk towards you, leaving your bodies almost glued together, his hands were firm on your waist while he used one of his legs to create a small space between your legs.

‘’no, no more than you, honey.’’ he replied in a purr, his thirsty lips trailed across your chin in a drawn-out kiss, making you gasp as you felt the light pressure of his kiss on your neck.

soon enough, the kisses on your neck stopped when you felt the need to feel his lips crushing yours, becoming as urgent as the touches on his neck and waist, bringing him closer to you, his sneaky hands moved down to lift the skirt of your dress so that you felt freer to open your legs a little more and he could be in the middle, pressing more against you. the rough kiss had an alcoholic taste, not that you minded that, in fact, it made everything even more delicious when mixed with the heavy breathing and racing hearts.

‘’fuck, you're so…’’ he murmured amid the kiss, feeling your hands loosening the black tie he was wearing around his neck. even though he was a musical genius, words always seemed to escape him when it came to you. and you loved it.

‘’so…?’’ you laughed, biting his lip softly before turning your face away to look around. you didn't know if anyone was nearby or if there were cameras in that parking lot. but deep down, you both loved that adrenaline.

‘’so dark. but i want you hard.’’ he said, grabbing your face by the chin and forcing you to look at him. his hair that was previously combed back was messy, and that made him even sexier in your opinion. ‘’so hard…’’ he repeated as he kissed you again, as if somehow he couldn't live without feeling your mouth against his and your tongues tangling briefly.

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ you teased him as you felt his hands squeeze the warm skin of your thighs, sliding a little lower. every touch and sensation was so electrifying that any little thing could make you even more aroused.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’ he laughed, dragging his slightly drunken voice. you laughed too, you liked that it was always in moments like this that you managed to get a hearty laugh out of each other, and so soon you were in the backseat of your car.

within moments, you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your back and the cold breeze from the air conditioning on. turner relaxed his body against the back of the backseat, wrapping one hand around your waist while the other pressed the back of your head as you trailed kisses on his neck. he gasped with each touch, each time he felt your tongue snake up his neck to his earlobe while your hands had the agile job of unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his belt.

you had an immense desire for each other, and every second seemed to increase your desire even more, especially when you kissed him again, so deeply that you lost your breath, even more so when you moved your hips in his lap, feeling him pant against your mouth.

you quickly unzipped alex's pants, sliding them down enough with his help as he lifted his hips so that you had an easier time taking off not only his pants but also his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection pulling out of his confines.

you give a smirk, not hesitating to place your right hand there, causing a drawn out sigh from him. your touch was all that he needed, he was craving it for such a long fucking time.

‘’i’m not going to lie, it's the first time i've done this in a car.’’ he said, still panting as he felt your hand slide up and down his cock, seeing you sit a little below his belly so that his leaking tip gently brushed against your belly. you were stroking him so deliciously slow, making him clench his fists in anticipation.

‘’same, i don't even know if this will work.’’ you laughed softly, feeling alex’s hands lower the top of your dress a little just to see the sight of your breasts exposed in front of him, leaving him more aroused than he could have imagined.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ he replied, moving his hand to your panties, not feeling the need to take them off, just using his index and middle fingers to form a hook and pull them to the side, leaving them free so he could test the waters a little, teasing you just like you did to him. ‘’oh, you’re so wet, baby.’’ he smirked, using his thumb to ghost over your clit, his touch was as light as a feather, and it was torturous for you. ‘’we didn't do anything and you're already soaked, eh?’’

‘’and it’s all your fault.’’ you grumbled, pressing your thumb on his fat tip, spreading the precum all over his throbbing cock. he let out a growl, he wish he could eat you out until you’re screaming his name and your moans echo throughout the parking lot, but he was kinda desperate to feel you around him.

''lift your hips, babe. need to feel you.'' he commanded, still holding your panties firmly to the side with the hook he formed with his fingers.

you obeyed immediately, raising your hips a little, rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness over it, closing your eyes as you sink down on him, feeling him bury his cock completely inside of you, throwing your body back a little, placing both of your hands on his knees while he helped you move by putting one hand on your waist and the other were still occupied holding your panties to the side.

your movements were slow, lifting your hips up and bringing them down again, making alex have the privilege of seeing his cock coming out almost completely to the point of seeing his tip out and then disappearing completely inside of you, your walls feeling like home for him. and you did this with such precision, increasing the pace a little more with each bounce, both of you panting with each firm thrust.

‘’f-fuck, al, feels so fuckin’ g-good…’’ you barely have the voice to whisper in his ear when you lean your body towards him, making him place one of his hands on your lower back. alex kissed your neck, already free from the necklace when you took it off earlier, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached your jawline.

‘’you feel so fucking good, darling. so tight…’’ alex hummed, satisfied with the feeling of your tits against his chest, your hard nipples poking his skin. ‘’you ‘ave no idea how much i want you on all fours right now.’’ he said, sucking the air tightly between his teeth, his hand moved to give you a hard slap on your left buttock, making a noise that would certainly echo through the room if you were in one.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ you repeated his line, seeing him smile as he caught his lower lip between his teeth as he caught one last glimpse of you above him. you had an idea, knowing that you could fold down the backseat, doing so by pressing the small latch in the corner of the car, folding the seat down and creating more space.

now you were able to reverse positions, and soon you were on all fours towards him, letting your ass up so that he could take you from behind. the car was silent, you only heard the sound of his breathing and your own breathing before you felt him pulling down your panties until it reached your bent knees, your hole were clenching around nothing, feeling so empty without him, but soon this emptiness were filled when he entered you again with no warming, making you gasp.

his hands grabbed your waist after traveling a path along your thighs and buttocks, respectively, feeling your skin shivering at his touch. you pressed the upholstery of the seat with one hand while the other was leaning against the window. whoever was passing by could easily see the prints of your fingers and palm because of the air conditioning on. 

even though the pace was slow at first, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the delicious sensation of feeling him fucking you so deep , his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, even more so when he held your shoulder, making you lift your head a little and feel his warm and alcoholic breath hitting your hair as he leaned his body a little more over yours.

turner had a smile on his lips, he liked the sight of having you in all fours at him, and even more so when you were so lubricated that it was even slippery, he could pull out his entire cock and bottoms out with such ease and did it several times, not only because it is extremely pleasurable for him, but also for you. 

he loved seeing you so cockdrunked, he love to see you arch your back as you contorted your body whenever he hit your g-spot to the point that it made you feel a small twinge, just like a cramp.

‘’oh, fuck, alex.’’ you growled, grabbing his wrist, making him look at you while you turned your head enough to look him in the eyes. you had bright eyes, a flushed face, your lipstick was completely smudged and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breathing.

‘’yeah?’’ he asked cynically, leaning his body more to leave a small kiss on your shoulder, watching you struggle to reach his lips to try to give him a kiss.

‘’are you sure i'm the dark one around here?’’ you mumbled, and alex gave another smile. he knew you wanted more. he might as well make you beg for it, he liked being in control, and that turned him on even more.

‘’shh, you are very impatient.’’ he tilted his body more so he could kiss you while he remained still inside you, then returning to his starting position to continue thrusting slowly for a few more seconds, just for fun.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling his adam's apple throb and even though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but respond to your requests for more. the position made the penetration deeper and, when he realized that you were more comfortable and wiggling your ass to match his pace, he sank his fingers into your hips as he began to thrust harder.

there was a moment when you didn't know which was louder, whether it was their moans or the sound of his hips bumping against your ass, and turner didn't hesitate to close his fist around your hair, making you roll your eyes under your eyelids, needing just a few more thrusts so he could notice your arms failing to keep you fully on all fours, announcing the arrival of a orgasm.

alex wraps his arm around your waist, his palm resting on your belly, making you partially kneel while he is pounding hard, just to hear you moan his name madly, feeling your nails scratch his arms wrapped around your torso. 

his other hand roamed to your front, moving down so his middle and ring finger could rub your clit tirelessly, making your knees even weaker as you grabbed his hair for your dear life. you're just a babbling mess, and he liked the effect he had on you.

‘’what’s the matter? you wanted it hard, so you’re fucking getting it.’’ he growled, biting your shoulder as you gasped for air, your cunt was clenching hard around him, you’re really close.

‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, alex, ‘m gonna cum, please…’’ you moaned breathlessly, feeling his fingers keeping its ministrations on your sensitive bud.

‘’mhmm, that’s right, baby, cum for me.’’ he encouraged you, and you just loved it when he talked to you like that, and it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock, he kept fucking you through your orgasm just to prolong this overwhelming feeling.

and of course, it didn't take him long to follow suit, letting go of everything he was fighting to hold back just for the feeling of pleasure to linger, his hot load coated your walls, filling you up so good. soon he was breathing deeply as he tried to adjust his blurred vision, his grip on you still tight.

he let his limp body fall onto the bench, seeing that you did the same. now you’re concentrated on regulating your own breathing. you had a smile on your face, running your tongue over your lips as if you couldn't believe what just happened.

his half closed eyes still captured the moment when you reached the dashboard only to turn off the air conditioning and open the glove compartment, taking out a cigarette pack and a black lighter. every movement you made was slow, from the moment you brought the unlit cigarette to your full lips until the moment you took the first drag, blowing the smoke outside through the small crack in the window you opened.

‘’why are you looking at me like that?’’ you asked curiously, your bent legs swinging from side to side in a distracted way. turner shook his head, taking a drag on the cigarette you offered him next.

‘’i just like looking at you.’’ he replied after releasing smoke from his mouth. you both stayed in a comfortable silence for a while longer, just looking at each other and enjoying what you had. and you wouldn't trade it for anything. ‘’we should do this again.’’

‘’maybe in a bigger car.’’ you added, looking inside your prius before taking another drag, taking your hand to the outside of the car to get rid of the cigarette ashes. ‘’but I really want to do it again. not here.’’ you raised one of your eyebrows, sliding your foot over turner's bare and sweaty chest, letting him know that you weren't satisfied with just this quickie. and he wasn't either. he would never get tired of doing this to you wherever he went.

‘’my place or yours?’’ he asked with a smirk, seeing you shrug your  shoulders. 

‘’odds and evens?’’ you asked and alex laughed.

‘’fair enough. evens.’’ he responded by closing his hand and you did the same, and they soon showed the chosen numbers. alex showed one finger and you showed two.

‘’guess i won this one.’’ you giggled, touching the tip of his nose, implying that you were going to your apartment. and then, they were putting back your clothes and getting ready to leave the parking lot in the car.

‘’are we really going to leave miles ‘ere?’’ he asked, laughing as he combed his hair with his fingers. you laughed, nodding.

‘’miles knows how to manage without us for a night.’’ you replied, allowing yourself to speed up the car as you left the hotel, moving further and further away. ‘’i just know that i want you so hard.’’

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ alex asked, hearing your hearty laugh echo through the car while the wind that came through the window ruffled your hair and made you more graceful.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’

alex laughed, being quick enough to steal a peck from you as you took you both to your apartment or wherever. alex didn't care about having a certain destiny as long as he was with you.

after that, all you saw before your sparkling eyes while you both were inside the prius was an empty avenue on a halloween night in los angeles.

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.1

Hello! I plan on making this a multi-part fic, the first few chapters being SFW and possibly getting a lil NSFW. It will be similar to The Little Mermaid in some ways but.... i dunno. Warnings: description of injuries, mentions of cyber bullying, bad thoughts, cursing

Being a social media influencer took a lot out of a person. Being THE Y/N Y/L/N, took even more. Keeping up with trends, dipping into new things... It was a lot. But for what? A million likes from strangers but just 2 friends? Or what about the hate comments? The bastards hate you with such a passion, what's even the point? The comments of 'I wish you would just die' or even the ones calling you out for being 'cringe', it's stupid. Having enough of peoples horrible words, you took some time off. A full week off from social media. You owned a nice beach house, but you are always busy on socials you never even take the time to just walk along the shore. So now, at 2AM, here you are, walking the shore line, softly singing the words to some song... If you recalled it was called Welcome To The Black Parade... by My Chemical Romance maybe? As you walk you think back to those comments... Did people really just hate you? Would you be better off just dead? What if you just slipped into the water and never came back out.... You shake your head to clear the thoughts and look ahead.... You see something near the water. A strange shape. Maybe a person? Shit it could be a person who needs help! As you run closer to the person, you stop dead in your tracks a few feet away... No.... That's not right.... He....He..... "YOUHAVEAFISHTAIL" you yell, words thrown together in panic as the thing... no, man, groans, his eyes flicking open. You were already shocked at the look of this bulky man with blond hair and a strange but beautifully fire orange colored fish tail, but his piercing Hazel eyes left you speechless and entranced. Suddenly his tail, which you now noticed had a spiked fishing net wrapped around it, flopped violently. You snapped back to reality and realized he was bleeding too, he was probably attacked by frightened fishermen you'd guessed. "H-hey, calm down" you try to tell him, but he can't understand... He's a different species, duh. "W-wait here and i'll come back to help!", you say as you bolt back to the house and find a bottle of alcohol and a few old shirts, running back after. You didn't keep a First Aid kit, but your time as an influencer had you watching videos of hot paramedics, you would try to help him. You ran back to him and made a hand motion close to 'settle down' and after a few times he stopped his violent movements. You started inspecting the spiked net, he was more tangled than pierced, but his thrashing made it worse. You slowly peeled the net out of his scales, they were wet and smooth, as he lets out a loud groan of pain. Once the net is off of him you pour some alcohol onto one of the old shirts, you push down with one arm to try to keep him still as you press the cloth down to his wounds. He yells out in pain as you repeat under your breath through stressed tears 'i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry', you sounded akin to a broken record. Once his wounds were cleaned you backed off and let him move about, sitting just a few feet away. He looked at you, he was still pained, but could finally move freely. He nodded at you, his hazel eyes held you captive for a few moments longer, before he moved and dove into the waters of the beach. He's gone. ~~~ Thoughts?

[sehodreams]

oh okay<3☺️☺️

this all i got. i blacked out. lemme know if u have any more insight into how he would be😭😭

sungchan would love the contrast of his slim, athletic body against your plush figure, he wouldn’t be able to help himself from grabbing your tits and tummy and ass, all the time, he’d constantly be all over you, and if he was feeling mean he’d be in your ear whispering nasty things to make you flustered<333. sungchan taking you to a party with his friends, you’re dressed in a tight little red dress he picked out for you, breasts spilling over the top lacey cups, almost to an embarrassing point, but he told you that you looked great and not to worry about it, all of the other girls there will be wearing equally revealing clothes, but when you get there, you’re overly self conscious of how your dress does not fit you properly, especially when sungchan brings you to greet his friends, eunseok, and anton and both of them don’t look away from your chest for even a second while they mumble “hellos” and “there’s beer in the kitchen” so sungchan takes you into the kitchen to get himself a drink and he pours you a shot and tells you to drink it, you sniff at it, asking him what it is, “it’s alcohol, doll” and he tilts the base of the glass up to force you to open your mouth to drink it down, you take it like a champ but you whine after, wiping your mouth and complaining how it burns. sungchan gives your ass a smack, and pulls you in closer to him by your waist, fingers gripping at the material at the back of your dress and tugging it up a little to which you squirm and tug back down on the side of your dress “sungchan, please..” you whimper, the alcohol already clouding your brain a little bit, you inhale his scent, feel his firm chest against you, your chest pressed up against his body and the hold he has on you is so firm, you feel a bit dizzy just thinking about him, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, “what, baby?” he asks, and you’re looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes but you’re not even sure what it is you’re asking for at this point, it’s too much all the time, he’s always all consuming and you find that once again, his teasing has you needy and flustered and so you grind your hips against his a little to test and see how mean he’s going to be and you whisper “channie, need you..” but unfortunately, he is feeling especially mean tonight. he pinches your hip, and presses a few soft kisses to your neck, in your ear like “yeah, well we just got here, so you’ll have to wait. if you’re good for me, and let me parade you around like the little attention whore you are, then we’ll see if i reward you”

i need him so bad

You honestly just blew my mind.

I'm spiraling, I'm shaking, I'm dying.

I love that you introduced Anton and Eunseok, I can't help but imagine them teasing Sungchan for going out and being whipped for you, blowing them off to spend his nights with you, and they're all like "what's wrong with him?", but then you appear all pretty, nervous and extremely conscious of what you're wearing, not able to even look straight at them for more than one min because you can feel your chest spilling out from that dress that doesn't let you hide anything at all, and they finally understand it all.

It's your pretty face getting all shy and blushing contrasting how bold the dress you're wearing is what makes them think "shit, I wouldn't leave her side either", but they won't say anything about it of course, they can already see Sungchan's cheeky smile appearing when he, with the hand that was already hugging your side, slides down your thigh and gives it a light smack to signal you that you should start walking to the kitchen with him.

Then, in the kitchen, before he gives you your shot, he first cages you to the counter so you can't run from his hand pushing the shot to your lips, one hand firm over your waist, pinching you while telling you to open your mouth for him, a command you're so used to that your body does it in its own, and then, after you ask him for some attention, he laughs and takes you to the party again, so he can show you around like he has already told you. He dances with you a little, grinding behind you and teasing you even more between the bodies of people you know nothing about, and your big thighs are sweating and your chest is slightly shining because of how hot the room is, so when he turns you and presses you against him, when he looks at your chest and sees the sweat gloss appearing, he starts to get hard, not caring at all that you're not alone there.

You feel it against your tummy, so you move your eyes from the eyes of his friends you somehow met in the other side of the room to his, and you flash him a smile because you like how good he looks there, but he thinks you're smiling because he's going to give you what you asked for so easily, which makes him think, what can he do to erase that silly smile and replace it with a few tears? Oh, making you cum in his friend's bedroom sounds good enough.

He has you under him, skirt all up and your tits finally naked in front of him, fingers playing with your clit and making your eyes flutter, it's all good and completely soft until he starts fingering you with his long digits, asking you to cum and then not letting you do it when he recognizes the way your cries are getting louder.

"but why?" You ask, sad for losing such a good orgasm.

"Who are you thinking about? Eunseok? I saw you smiling a bit too much at him" he asks, one hand in your neck, pushing you still over the pillow while the other is busy making you open your legs for him.

"only you, please, channie" your eyes look completely drunk from pleasure, and he believes you, but he has to tease you more before anything.

"didn't look like it, fucking attention whore, you think anyone else will want to fuck you? doubt it honey" he says, fingers going back inside you in slow motions. "I'm the only one for you, say it"

"no..." You want to correct him, to fight him, but his fingers are so long you can't even think, it hurts so much you just need to cum, "You-you're the only for me channie"

"of course I am" he smiles, fingers moving faster and deeper, so good that the wet sounds echoes inside the room, louder than the music downstairs.

You cry because he's so ruthless and he knows exactly where that little spot that makes you tremble is, and that, added to his big hand wrapping your throat, have you seen starts, unable to focus on anything that isn't the orgasm you've been needing since he gave you your first drink of the night.

"come on baby, make a mess, I know you want it" he orders against your ear, breath hot and voice erasing all sense in your head, "give Eunseok a taste of what he'll never have"

"w-what?" You ask as you can, freeing your lip that you've been biting without noticing.

"didn't I tell you?" His thumb is circling your clit now, letting you breath for a second "this is his room, and this, his bed"

"no- channie!" You deny, shame warms your face red, and you cry asking for him to stop, you don't want to cum in his friend's bed, you can't, you can't, you can't, you repeat in your head, how would you face them ever again?

You're crying, you want him to stop, so your hands go to his forearm to push him away, but he couldn't care less, moving it harder and telling you to cum with that raspy voice that has your pussy clenching around his fingers so he doesn't leave you instead.

Your legs tremble and your hips jump away from him when you cum with a loud cry of his name, feeling something drip down and your thighs wet, "shit doll, you really made a mess" he laughs, seeing the drops fall from his hand to the bedsheets under you.

You're too dizzy to hear him, too embarrassed to open your eyes and see him, and too happy for that orgasm to reproach him.

Thank you so much for your contribution to this world with more bully!Sungchan, this made me go crazy and I wrote too much again.

[elis-corner]

how to get into mcr :D

hi @easilyhateablexx! welcome to a really great band with a mostly great fanbase!

like i said in my comment, there really is no such thing as a poser, but either way, here's my advice for getting into mcr :))

i went a bit overboard here oops, this basically contains everything you need, there's a tldr at the end

albums

First, definitely listen to all the albums, but don't use Spotify. Some songs have really cool transitions (like 'the ghost of you' going into 'the jetset life is gonna kill you') that Spotify cuts out. If you want something that operates basically like Spotify and is free, use YouTube Music. Personally, I'm an Apple Music user, and they keep them in too, but that's a subscription that I'm on a family plan for (I don't know how the price compares to Spotify Premium, but I do know they pay their artists a bit better).

When we say "start with the albums", we mean to start with the four main ones: bullets, revenge, parade, and danger days. Listen to these, get to know them, then explore live albums, unreleased songs, demos, etc..

When I got into mcr, it was through their songs 'mama' off tbp, and 'helena' from tcfsr, so those were the first two albums I listened to. I think tbp is definitely the most iconic for a lot of people, and you'll probably recognise more songs from there. I recommend listening in the order I did (parade, revenge, danger days, bullets), or in their order of release. But anything works, honestly.

once you know those albums, you can listen to:

Conventional Weapons, which is what Danger Days was going to be before they scrapped it.

The Foundations of Decay, which they released after they got back together (they broke up from 2013-2019, released this song in 2022 while they were doing a reunion tour).

The Mad Gear and the Missile Kid, which is described as what the Fabulous Killjoys (see the lore section) listen to.

then you can move onto other songs/demos/covers

fake your death

zero percent

emily

not that kind of girl

party at the end of the world

the five of us are dying

all the angels

bury me in black

desert song

untitled / stay / somebody out there loves you

my way home is through you

kill all your friends

heaven help us

skylines and turnstiles (demo)

knives/sorrow (demo)

cubicles (demo)

i never told you what i do for a living (demo version)

house of wolves (version 1)

house of wolves (version 2)

mama (live demo)

disenchanted (live demo)

under pressure

desolation row

every snowflake is different

all i want for christmas is you

the lore (tw for suicide, death, and cancer, btw)

Each of the albums has lore, to some extent, and you can find videos, posts, websites, etc., breaking down what that lore is in greater detail than I will. But in short:

Bullets has very little lore. You could tie it all together, but it wasn't really intended to be that way. Gerard (the singer and main lyricist) just wrote about his life for the first album, except the last song. The last song, 'Demolition Lovers', is important for the next album, and is about two terrorists who fall in love.

The cover art for Revenge has a painting on it done by Gerard of the previously mentioned Demolition Lovers, and the album is the second part of their story. In short, the Demolition Woman is killed, and the Demolition Man makes a deal with the devil, saying he will kill 1000 evil men if he can be reunited with his lover. At the end of the album, he realises that the last evil man he needs to kill is himself, and the lovers are finally reunited in death.

Parade is much more straightforward to interpret than Revenge is, as in the songs literally just tell you the story. It follow the Patient, a young man dying of cancer, and his interactions with the Parader, who is essentially the grim reaper and leads people to the afterlife. You learn about the lives and deaths of both the Patient and Parader, and how they became who they are.

Danger Days is extremely lore heavy. It's not only the album and music videos, but also a series of comics. At its core, it's a story about a group called the Fabulous Killjoys, fighting against an evil corporation that controls the inhabitants of Battery City. The album is a completely separate storyline to the music videos. The music videos and the first comic, California, tie into each other (California is the sequel to the music videos). The second comic, National Anthem, is what the story was originally, and is barely related to anything else, and isn't really considered canon to the other stories. Danger Days is definitely the most developed storyline here.

There's too much lore to explain for Danger Days, but the characters you need to know are:

Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Jet Star, and Fun Ghoul (the Fabulous Killjoys, each played by a member of the band)

The Girl (a child being protected by the Killjoys)

Dr Death-Defying (a killjoy DJ/reporter)

Korse (a soldier for the evil corporation, Better Living Industries)

all the music videos are awesome, but not all of them have album lore. the ones that do are:

welcome to the black parade

famous last words

na na na

sing

the behind the scenes for each of the videos will tell you more about the lore, too

the members

the core four are Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, and Ray Toro. They can't keep a drummer for the life of them.

Here's some info on each of them.

Gerard/Gee:

Mikey's older brother

Singer

Started the band

Writes comics (e.g. the Killjoys comics, The Umbrella Academy)

Decided to pursue music when he witnessed 9/11 (that's what 'Skylines and Turnstiles' is about)

Is supposedly the inspiration for Edward Cullen

Mikey:

Gee's younger brother

Plays bass

Named the band

Frank:

Rhythm guitarist

Joined the band after everyone else

Has way too many tattoos and has been in way too many bands

His surname isn't Lero, like many people accidentally misinterpret. It's iero.

Ray:

Lead guitarist

Literally a guitar god

One of the first people Gee contacted about the band

if you wanna know more about them, they have a documentary called Life On The Murder Scene, which you can watch for free on YouTube. And definitely look up some interviews, or compilations.

In terms of drummers, they started with Matt Pelisser, who left for unknown reasons, and recorded for Bullets and Revenge.

They then had Bob Bryar, who unfortunately passed away at the end of last year, who recorded for Parade and Danger Days. He also left for unknown reasons, but people usually attribute it to him being rude to Mikey; when he passed, Frank named his declining mental health as a reason. People hate Bob a lot, because once he left the band his only public presence was being quite politically right on social media, which opposes a lot of what the band stands for.

They had a few drummers following Bob who didn't last long, one of whom stole recording equipment from the band, but they've since settled on Jarrod Alexander, who is not an official member but is technically their permanent drummer.

Notably, they also have a keyboardist, James Dewees. Both James and Jarrod have appeared in a lot of other projects with members of MCR.

I'm also gonna put a small note here on shipping: there is a LOT of it in this fandom. To name a few ones you'll see a lot:

Frerard (the main one, Frank and Gerard)

Frikey (Frank and Mikey)

Rayrad (Ray and Gerard)

Gerbert (Gerard and Bert from 'The Used')

Petekey (Mikey and Pete from 'Fall Out Boy')

Waycest (Gerard and Mikey, very frowned upon because they're brothers and have been vocal about hating it, but people do ship it sometimes)

Gynz (Gerad and his wife Lindsey, the bassist of 'Mindless Self Indulgence')

solo projects

Definitely give these a listen!

Gerard has some stuff under his name, as does Ray. Frank has a billion bands I'm not bothered to list (currently he's with LS Dunes the most), and Mikey has Electric Century. They all collaborate with each other on occasion, which is always fun.

I think this is everything??

but in short:

albums in any order, then other songs

read up on lore, but you only really need a basic outline for the album plots to engage with fandom (except maybe for danger days)

music videos are more for fun than for lore

learn a bit about the members, and listen to solo projects if you want

people ask questions all the time, if you google something you don't know, you'll find someone who's already asked it

welcome to the mcrmy :D

[toxetta]

You should yap about mcr btw :33 barely listen to their stuff but now im interested cause the fanart looks cool

ok i'm about to tism out super hard here about like the entire lore, so i'm putting a cutoff thing here cause it'll be a lot. you've been warned

first important event in the timeline: they hit the second tower. gerard way, lead singer saw it in person and forms the band as a way of getting his feelings out with his lil bro mikey(bass), as well as their friends ray(lead guitar) and frank(rhythm guitar). they went through a bunch of drummers too but nobody cares about them. also would like to mention they tongue kissed on stage a lot

so in 2002 they release album 1 "i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love". it's very cathartic, heavy, emotional with lots of themes about depression and desperation. standout track imo is:

2004, they release "three cheers for sweet revenge". it tells the story of a man who has to give the devil the souls of a thousand evil men to save his lover, but after killing 999 he finds out the final one is his. they wore a bunch of cool makeup and did amazing mvs and it's my fav album ever. it also has this song about getting sodomised in jail

in 2006 they make "the black parade" and it's the peak of their fame. gerard also cut his hair short😒 but ig we couldn't have everything. it also tells a story about a guy dying of cancer and reminiscing on his life, and it's much more glam and flashy than anything they've done before. it also contains my fav song ever, which has unironically saved the lives of many ppl including myself

asp gerard writes a comic book called "danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys" and in 2010 they make an album with the same name based on it, where he gets his bandmates to dress up as his ocs for it. it's about rebelling against a megacorporation in a post-apocalypse sci-fi setting, and the music itself is very positive, upbeat and energetic, so massive tonal shift. it also contains the catchiest song ever

then frank got hunted down by the fbi, they scrapped a concept album called "conventional weapons", broke up, gerard and frank did solo projects, then they got back together again. then they did a comeback tour in 2022, wore a bunch of dresses and made monkey noises and now there's DEFINITELY gonna be a 5th album this year trust

fun trivia fact they're also responsible for the creations of twilight, the umbrella academy and peni parker from the spiderverse movies

any questions??

[snarky-magpie]

jeggy text fic!?! can you tell us about around the corner!!

Ooooh yes, so happy to! Thanks for the ask!

I plan to make it my next project after TCOS - it's all outlined and I already wrote an opening scene and then had to forcibly stop myself because I could see it taking over my life like PS. did and I really do want to finish TCOS first. I kinda went back and forth on whether it should be prongsfoot or jegulus because I wanted to write a prongsfoot text fic (there aren't any, or I don't know about them), but the theme doesn't really suit prongsfoot, and the idea started with jegulus, so I've decided to stick with it.

So anyway, it's a You've Got Mail AU, and if you know the movie, you can guess that James and Regulus will be friends online and rivals/enemies IRL. In the movie, a small bookstore owner fights against a Bezor-like (although less sleazy) character with his huge chain, I'm gonna make James run a small coffee/cat shelter, and the Black family opens a giant new branch of their coffee chain around the corner (title drop baby!). And who's overseeing the new project? Why Regulus Black, of course.

There's going to be a lot of shenanigans, vet Sirius, kitties running rampant, exasperated Remus, and a lot more. Since it's based on a romcom, it will be mostly unserious with a touch of angst, maybe, but there will be no stabbing and mostly no suffering. And the Black Brothers will not have a super close relationship but they won't be antagonistic, so no BB angst this time. Anyway, here's a snippet:

Remus: Did you see it?

James: See what? Could you be more specific, Moony? I can read your texts, not your mind.

James: Or are we playing a game?

James: Did I see a man wearing a fox as a hat?

James: Once, but not today.

James: I think it was taxidermied. I hope it was taxidermied. For the fox’s sake. Being paraded on a sweaty bloke’s head through London? Talk about a cruel and unusual punishment. 

James: Or maybe something else. Did I see the last episode of Severance?

James: Yes, and what a complete mindfuck. My head is still reeling. 

James: I really want a drag of what the screenwriters are smoking. Looks like the good stuff. 

Remus: Imagine me pinching my nose in frustration. How are you able to type that fast?

James: Voice messaging features. Welcome to the future, baby. 

James: Better question is, why aren’t you taking advantage of it?

Remus: Because the future is dark and full of terrors and chatty bosses. Also, I’m on the bus, and people would give me nasty looks. Tell me, are you at the shop?

James: You know it. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

James: Speaking of Peanut the Cat, of course, but it applies to me too.

[beginnerblueglass]

The Christian Themes in My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade

Let me start by saying that as a Christian, I believe that God is the Creator of all things, including creativity, art, imagination, and storytelling. He is the God of those things, and His signature is on every part of the universe. The story of who God is - His nature and character - and His plans and purposes for His creation can be summed up in the word "gospel," or "good news." The gospel is not just something that is true or contains truth; it is the underlying Truth over, in, and behind all of reality.

I believe that any artist (regardless of what they believe) who spends enough time genuinely and honestly aiming for truth to put in their art, will eventually, intentionally or unintentionally, hit God.

Do I believe that Gerard Way and friends were trying to tell a story about Jesus? No, probably not. But they were trying to tell a story about life and death, sin and forgiveness, heaven and hell, and many other things that fall within the Bible's purview. The Truth comes out when we let it.

Believe it or not, The Black Parade is full of the gospel. If one were to hear me say this and then just listen to a few songs in isolation, one might think I was crazy, or possibly a heretic. BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY

The story of the Patient, a man dying of cancer, as he reckons with his life, death, sins, and possibility of redemption.

The End.

We open with a very Shakespearean introduction to the story we are about to hear. It is clearly describing a funeral, and we are told that our narrator "expects we won't cry" at this "tragic affair." The Patient seems indifferent towards his own tragedy until the breakdown, where he screams,

"Save me! Get me the hell out of here! I'm too young to die!"

Dead!

The song opens with a declaration of the Patient's root problem:

"If your heart stops beating" "Then your heart can't take this" "Found a complication in your heart, so long"

His heart is the thing that is sick, the thing that is killing him. His physically failing heart makes a stinging metaphor for the condition of his spiritual heart.

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it? 'I the LORD search the heart and test the mind, to give to every man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his deeds'" Jeremiah 17:9.

The Patient is confronted with the question,

"If you get to heaven, I'll be here waiting babe, did you get what you deserved?"

Basically, "If you got to heaven, I'd be wondering if that was the right call."

It's fascinating to hear the Patient vacillate between longing for death and being terrified of death. This song reveals that he's suicidal, and seems to welcome the end.

"Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned, and wouldn't it be great if we were dead?"

But again, the breakdown reveals his deeper feelings:

"If life ain't just a joke, then why am I dead?"

What is the purpose of a life that ends with death? How can this be the way it's supposed to be? Well, here's the thing. Humans were not originally created to die; death is a consequence of sin. Our eternal soul recoils from the idea of being removed from our body and the earth, and it is indeed unnatural. These are questions that everyone should ask themselves at some point in their life: What is death? Why do we die? How is this a part of the plan?

God is a professional redeemer, and He in fact used death itself to break death's choke-hold on us, forgiving us of our sins (the cause of death) thanks to the sacrificial death of Jesus on the cross. The believer can now say, "O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" (1 Cor. 15:55). I listened to this album for the first time when I was 15, and while I believed in God, I hadn't given Him my life yet; I didn't really understand Christianity. These questions filled me with dread, and I avoided MCR for years because they freaked me out. In the meantime, I put my faith in Christ, and my questions surrounding death and afterlife began to be resolved. When I revisited the Black Parade, I was so pumped to be confronted with these existential conundrums, and able to answer them with confidence! I am not perfect, but I am God's work in progress. Death and darkness still scare me sometimes, but the deep dread the Patient struggles with and tries to cover up with a rash longing for a quick death, "a pistol by the hand," are not my struggles, praise God. Okay okay okay, I'll get back to the actual story.

This is How I Disappear

The Patient feels himself slipping away, and is at once afraid and relieved to be alone. Relieved, because,

"I'm just a ghost, so I can't hurt you anymore"

He describes himself or his situation as "unforgivable," and alludes to some deep dark secret sins that he is terrified to reveal.

"There's things that I have done you never should ever know"

He also expresses more uncertainty about his chances of heaven, and seems to know that his destination is a bit more south.

"Tell me if it's so that all the good girls go to heaven" "You want to see how far down I can sink?

Welcome to the Black Parade

A recollection of the time his father asked him,

"Son, when you grow up will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"

The Patient's father can act as a stand-in for God, who calls us to be imitators of Christ, the Saviour. We are called to feed the hungry, give water to the thirsty, clothe the naked, aid the sick, visit the prisoner, lift up the broken, welcome the stranger, be family to the lonely, and share the good news of salvation with the sinner, the damned.

The Patient is swept away by the Black Parade, who are kind of like the ferryman - the parademen I guess. They are leading him to his destination in the afterlife. It seems that on the way they are also showing him a replay of scenes from his life, which will prove to be his trial of sorts, the evidence for why he is going where he is going. He is caught up in the optimism of childhood and honouring his father's legacy, but still declares his perceived inability to live up to what was asked of him,

"I'm just a man, I'm not a hero, I'm just a boy who had to sing this song. I'm just a man, I'm not a hero, and I don't care."

To him, these are the actions of a hero, not a flawed mere mortal.

I think it's interesting that he has mentioned heaven multiple times, but has seemed afraid to do any more than allude to hell, but those seem to be the two options. He received a call, a mission from his father, and commission (a Great Commission?) from his Maker. How did he do?

I Don't Love You

The first vignette the Patient is greeted with is a past scene between him and an ex-girlfriend. There are a lot of references to being "beaten" in this song. How well did the Patient do in fulfilling his calling to be a saviour of the beaten? Not well apparently.

"Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, so sick and tired of all the needless beatings, but baby when they knock you down and out is where you oughta stay."

I'm not sure about the voicing of this song. Is it all him? All her? Do they go back and forth? I don't know, but it still paints a powerful picture of a painful breakup, an ugly part of the Patient's history.

Also I want to highlight this line, since it comes up later,

"Maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way."

The Sharpest Lives

The next piece of evidence in the Patient's trial: a life that he squandered away in joyless hedonism that benefitted no one, not even himself.

"I said in my heart, "Come now, I will test you with pleasure; enjoy yourself." But behold, this also was vanity. I said of laughter, "It is mad," and of pleasure, 'What use is it?'" Ecclesiastes 2:1-2

Also the reference to the sun, a common motif in Ecclesiastes, in which all the affairs of man occur "under the sun."

"A light to burn all the empires, so that the sun is ashamed to rise"

House of Wolves

Now this song is not about the Patient's relationship with God (that comes later), but with religion. The sad thing is that we are all liable to fail in being a saviour for those around us. The Patient was burned by religious experiences.

There's a mix of the church's failures and the Patient's misunderstanding of Christian doctrines. He perceived two-facedness in the church's back-to-back statements that he was "an angel," beloved of God, and also "a bad man." This is just the biblical doctrine of sin; we are at once God's immensely precious children for whom He would literally die, and vile sinners who commit atrocities against God and the people around us on the regular, and need the forgiveness Christ offers in order to be acceptable. However, the church's treatment of him proved hypocrisy, misrepresentation of God's heart for the lost, and a lack of Christ's love on their part. When he was a damned sinner in need of a saviour, the church spit on him, kicked him when he was down, told him that he would never find a home with them, and threw him to the dogs.

The Patient ended up doubling down on his sin, purposefully identifying with it, and treating the things of God with sarcasm and contempt. He gleefully acknowledges his sin, spelling it out ten times, and his certainty of going to hell, but without a hint of repentance.

"Well I said hey, hallelujah, I'm gonna, come on sing the praise, and let the Spirit come on through you, we've got innocence for days. Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell"

Mama

Whoo boy, what a song. Scared the bejeebers out of me when I was young. Now it just makes me think of the Screwtape Letters.

So the Patient has been deposited at his destination and is writing a letter to his mother, opening with the chilling statement,

"Mama, we all go to hell"

The "we all" he's speaking of are either his fellow soldiers or his fellow sinners as a whole. See, this is when we find out that, perhaps in an effort to follow his father's wish that he be a hero who fights for the broken, the Patient became a soldier and fought in a war. This also further reveals his penchant for running towards death, possibly seeking a heroic, "glorious" death. This caused a breach in his relationship with his mother, whom he is now either warning about the terrors of hell, or celebrating her eventual journey there herself, or both. It reminds me of the parable of the rich man and Lazarus in Luke 16.

We learn a little more about his deep dark secrets, finding out that they were done with his gun in the war. He still keeps the details to himself though. And of course,

"So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die," "If the dead are not raised, 'Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.'" 1 Corinthians 15:32.

The song is full of weeping, wailing, and teeth gritting screams, calling to mind Jesus' description of hell,

"(They will) be thrown into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth" Matthew 8:12.

Sleep

It was all a dream, a nightmare, a vision. He's not dead, but still laying in his hospital bed, soon to die. Only now he knows what is awaiting him, and has to decide what he will do with this brief second chance.

Let me just leave this here:

"Some say, 'Now suffer all the children,' and walk away a saviour, or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions." "But Jesus called them unto him, and said, 'Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.'" Luke 18:16 KJV "Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse." - CS Lewis, Mere Christianity

A Bible verse and a CS Lewis reference?? As far as I can tell, this is the only reference to Jesus in any MCR song, and isn't it interesting? I gasped the first time I noticed this lyric.

After being brought to face his utter failures at being the saviour he was called to be, and the severe consequences of his sin, the Patient is now contemplating the nature and character of the Saviour. No one can be a truly effective saviour on their own, not unless they have been saved by the Saving One. The question of whether Jesus really is the Son of God is the most important question anyone can ask.

But the Patient is stubborn, and weak. He repeats again and again that he's "not sorry for what he did," and he doesn't feel bad. He has completed step one: realizing the weight and enormity of his sin, knowing that he deserves hell. Now he's wrestling with step two: repenting from his sins and realizing that Jesus is bigger, and able to save the worst of sinners and forgive the worst sins, and He wants to save and forgive. It's like the Patient knows and is afraid of that, and refuses to repent, feeling like he's "unforgivable" and undeserving.

"Don't you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy"

He decides that he will sleep for the rest of his short life, avoiding the heartrending business of redemption. However, he can't stop the visions of the awful things that he's seen.

Cancer

The Patient's decision to avoid repentance affects the few remaining relationships that he has. He is preparing for that funeral from the beginning of the album, soaking in the agony and despair, lamenting that he will never marry, refusing to resolve his relationships.

Disenchanted

Alone now, the Patient quietly thinks over some good memories, and about the wasted potential of his life. Childhood, and the beginning of his life, was good. He was not without hope at one point, but can only be disappointed with how his life turned out. He is, in fact, sorry and feels bad about what he did and didn't do, but what now?

"I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene,"

Everything he tried to find meaning in turned out to be worthless in the end.

"Vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does a man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?" Ecclesiastes 1:3. "You're just a sad song with nothing to say about a lifelong wait for a hospital stay"

But at the end there's a glaring question and challenge, one that demands an answer (and calls back to I Don't Love You):

"So go, go away, just go, run away. But where did you run to? And where did you hide to find another way?" "Jesus said to the twelve, 'Do you want to go away as well?' Simon Peter answered Him, 'Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.'" John 6:67-68.

Famous Last Words

"Where's your heart?"

Here's the answer, the end. He reaches out and grasps the forgiveness offered to him and chooses life, for however long he has, even if he'll be alone.

"Honey if you stay you'll be forgiven, nothing you can stay can stop me going home."

Honestly, can there be a better ending? The Patient chooses life, eternal life, chooses love ("so demanding," but worth it all), he accepts forgiveness, claims it, acknowledges his weakness ("I'm so weak!"), claims his home in God's kingdom. He never thought he'd be here saying these words, but stranger things have happened. Throughout his life he has variously feared death, been suicidal, risked his life on the battlefield, killed, been indifferent towards death, been resigned to death, and been in despair of death. Now though, he is finally awake (no more sleeping) and unafraid. Now he knows that death isn’t the end. His true home awaits. *Insert Gandalf quote*

"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it (...) White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."

Home.

*Edit* I’m thinking about how at the end, the Patient has 1) realized the Christian perspective of death: “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain” (Phil. 1:21), and 2) he is overwhelmed with love more than anything else: “A love that’s so demanding I can’t speak!”

[xxfangirl365xx]

STORY TIME

first time I listened to MCR and got hooked.

I had heard MCR b4 but only "welcome to the black parade" and "Teenagers" but honestly never liked either song much, so I never gave MCR much of a chance believe it or not.

it was 2022 when I listened like...RLY listened for the first time.

I was in the car with my mom and she went into a store and left me in the car for a few mins. I turned on my local "alt" radio station in the car and heard the tail end of a song. it was BEAUTIFUL! My jaw was literally dropped. like not even exaggerating. The only words I heard from the last 45 seconds were "so long and good night"

I ran home and googled in youtube

"so long and goodnight song"

and the Helena MV showed up and I watched it and listened to the song in full.I must have listened to it like 90 times that day. The vid was SOOO beautiful and well done I was shook to my core and the aesthetic totally fit my vibe and I was hooked from then on out.

Then I listened to the ghost of you,I'm not ok, and I don't love you quickly after that. That was all I listened too for a while and didn't get into the lore but I RLY liked them. the vibe was 100%

Later that year in English class while writing I put a playlist on youtube with sad mcr songs (cause it was winter and I was writing a angsty piece lmao) and this rly got me into their other songs and not just the popular ones

shout-out to this youtuber for putting me on, I listened to this combo like 4 times a day for 2 months.

But yeah, then I got into the lore, and other songs, and I bought my first piece of merch.

this shirt which is in rough shape now cause I wore it every time if came out of the dryer lol. There r pics of me in it in my high school yearbook haha.

Anyways, then I got into the lore and the guys and every album and song. And that's my lil story of how I got hooked on MCR and I love them so so much.

I have to say, there r the people who listen to mcr and the people who listen to mcr. Yall r def the second and so am I. I am so grateful to have this amazing band around in my lifetime to experience the amazing music. Gerard and the guys are such creative people, with brains that seem to work like mine, and it's so comforting to know that there are people out there who understand me. People who have the same crazy imaginations as me, the same fantasies and creative motives and theatrical and over the top visions. It's just so wonderful.

anyways thank u for letting me share with u all. I also love u all dearly and I'm so so happy to have a platform to share in these experiences with everyone and make new friends <3

[mangohobbit]

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CoD OC X TF141 (Platonic)

Authors Note: Hello to anyone this reaches (this feels like a message in a bottle) For over a year now I've writing both a storyline and drabbles of my Call of Duty OC with the 141 boys. I just love her so much, and I've been having a blast writing her and the boys. This is me finally getting the courage to post her story. Maybe my style of writing isn't for everyone, and I'm not a great writer or anything, but it's my story and character that I've grown very attached to. I did try my best to research how the military works from different parts of the world. Not gonna lie when I say it can get very overwhelming with the information. But I'm here for the fun times so inaccuracies will happen but I don't think they detract from the story or the characters as a whole. So I hope you enjoy :)

Story Note: When I tell you this is a slow burn...this is a SSSLLOOWWW BBUUURRRNN. The first story is simply for you to get to know Daniela (my OC) and learn how she got recruited to the 141. I want you guys to care for her story and struggles throughout her journey with the 141. Her relationship with each of the boys is purely platonic and each dynamic with them is different. The romance will come later I PROMISE!

*please be nice with me! I tried editing as much as possible! (Being bilingual makes me dumb sometimes)

Tigger warning? Well there is a kidnapping and your regular warfare violence but not in this chapter.

Word Count : 2938

Harpia and the 141 part 1: The Boys and the Bird

Chapter 1: The Harpy and her cake

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

The fireworks went off as the last of the set of military groups passed the line as their anthem faded into another marching band song. Streamers filled the sky along with stray balloons floated all around from children's slippery fingers. As a special anniversary of some hundred year old treaty to allied forces from long forgotten war, the militaries from all around the world were invited to show off in the hosting country. This time it was in Paris, France. The streets were littered with thousands of parade watchers and hundreds of military personnel showing off their fancy parade outfits. Shiny black boots stepped on fallen streamers and confetti as some sixty different countrymen and women advertised themselves to the civilians who decided to come out and enjoy the merriment.

“Come on Ghost, get into the spirit of it,” Soap waved a small Scottish flag in front of his friend's face. 

“I hate these things,” Ghost gruffed.

“It’s a beautiful spring day in Paris. How can you hate it?” Gaz nudged on his comrades crossed arms. 

“Because it’s annoying and loud,” Simon huffed. 

“You just have to get into the spirit,” Soap fiddled his flag at Simon’s face. 

“Soap, if you value that shit little flag then get it away or I snap it in half. Make a choice,” Ghost threatened. 

Soap glared at his party pooping lieutenant, who always had a hard time in crowds. 

“Haven’t been to one of these in awhile,” Gaz waved the U.K flag. “Have either you ever participated in one of these?” he asked. 

“Once,” Soap and Ghost responded at the same time, though in different tones. Soap in a happy way and Ghost in an annoyed way. 

“I’m gonna take a guess and say you hated it Simon?” Gaz chuckled.

“Got a free meal afterwards for it so whatever,” Simon huffed.

“I got to wear a fancy kilt and sash,” Johnny remembered the event fondly. 

“Come on boys!” Captain Price called out for his boys from behind. “Let's get something to eat that, for once, we don’t have to pay for.”

The rest of the 141 followed behind the captain. Winding through the crowd they were curious as to why Price had brought them to the parade in the first place. This morning they were in their regular base across the English canal and by the afternoon they were surrounded by people while the music of marching bands pounded into their ears. 

Soap moved up to Price’s side. “So are you goin’ to tell us why we’re here. Captain?”

“Not yet MacTavish. Let’s get some grub first then I'll get you in on it,” Price replied. 

“You don’t know either do you?” Ghost spoke up. 

“Something like that,” Price confessed. 

When the group went around the corner of the street, a familiar face looked up to them. “Boys?” It was Laswell standing in front of the entrance to a giant white tent where parade performers were walking into. 

“Kate,” Gaz was the first to come up to his mentor with a handshake and a smile. 

“Good to see you again boys,” she grinned back at them. “Come on in and grab a bite while I talk with your captain,” she gestured for them to follow her. Before walking into the tent through a separate line, Kate flashed a laminated badge to the two security guards standing watch. They nodded to the agent for her to go with the 141. 

Soap, Gaz, and Soap did as they were told by Kate. They were pretty hungry from all the walking and endless standing in the heat of the day. The three filled their plates to the brim with all kinds of good stuff while Price went to talk to Laswell on the side. 

“So why did you need me here on such short notice?” the captain of the 141 asked. 

Without saying another word Kate handed John a manila folder which only meant one thing. Although, with Kate that’s what most of their meets up and conversations were about; assignments and favors. Which would it be this time? 

“Who is in need of saving this time Kate?” Price grinned sarcastically. As he opened the folder the first thing he noticed was the family photo as it was on top of the pile. Just a family of three; a father, mother, and daughter (a young woman) lined up together in front of some historic looking building. All three were smiling happily for the shot. 

“She’s been taken,” Laswell said, then sipped on some champagne. 

“And her importance? Price asked. 

“The man is Juan Carlos Morena. He’s an environmentalist recently elected as mayor to a town in the south of Colombia. He's become infamous in the conservation sphere. And with him being elected as a mayor only made him more famous. It’s given other activists hope that people want change to happen in the region.”

“But?” Price looked to Laswell finding the “but” in this topic. 

“Climate activists in Colombia have always been targeted by a number of greedy people. They are the disruptors to their illegal operations so it’s common for activists like this guy to be killed. Only this time instead of just killing him off his daughter has been taken by a confirmed cartel group operating in the area.”

“How is it confirmed?” Price asked. 

“To make a statement they kidnapped her in daylight in front of people. It was filmed,” Kate took out her phone from her pocket and played the video on silent. It was a shaky shot but it was definitely a video of a young woman being shoved into a car while fighting for her life.

“How do you know it’s not some staged act? Daddy’s girl wanted to get away from parents?”

“I asked the same question but she’s also just as giving to the community as her parents are. She’s a lawyer and leader of her own organization of helping women leave their abusive households. She’s active in the community so trust me when I say she doesn’t seem like a spoiled, rich girl that got into the wrong crowd.”

“Christ,” Price flipped through the pages. “You said a confirmed cartel as well? How do we know that?”

“The symbol on the jeep is the symbol used by this particular organization. They’ve been within our radar for some time so it was recognizable. Not much has been done on our part to suppress them but this could finally be our chance.”

“So moving drugs and inciting violence is one thing but you finally draw the line at kidnapping a major figure of the community?” Price looked at Kate in suspicion. 

“There have been plenty of stories that have come to me about these guys, Price,” she got defensive. “But stories weren't enough. Now we have footage and a kidnapping. It's a chance to finally put these guys down once and for all. And you and your boys are the best in the business for this kind of job. So what do you say?”

Price kept glaring at his old friend. Although she tried to hide it, Kate had a look of desperation and concern. Price gave in with a heavy sigh. “What are our villains' names?”

“They call themselves “The Jungle” or in Spanish it would be “La Jungla”,” Kate revealed in a rough accent. “They used to be a small sect connected to the Medellin cartel but have operated for the past twenty years as their own separate organization. These are dangerous people John. And the civilians of this region could use one less threat to their lives,” Laswell put the now empty glass onto a passing tray. Price stayed silent for a moment looking over the rest of the files. “You don’t have to accept this but the squad that’s being formed by their own military could use some people like you and your boys.”

The captain looked at the family photo one last time. Those smiles cut deep into the soldiers heart in thinking how scared they all must be. Her family weren’t the only one’s in pain. This was a whole community of people trying to make their lives better and it only keeps being interrupted by vile people like this cartel. 

“Well, alright then,” John closed the folder and handed it back to his friend. 

“Your support will be very appreciated, John,” Laswell grinned. 

“How did you even hear about this mess?”

“Through the grapevine kind of situation. A friend, of a friend, of a friend contacted me.”

“Looks like you’re the most popular kid in the schoolyard Kate,” John chuckled with Kate following along with him as she found the comment humorous as well. 

“There is one slight problem John.”

“And that is?”

“You and your boys have no experience in this region or a landscape like this and only you and Gaz know Spanish that’s passable at best. This is a region where English speakers are rare and communication will be a key,” Kate explained. “There could also be encounters with non Spanish speakers as well.”

“So what are you saying?” John crossed his arms.

“Your team is being loaned a new recruit. But don’t worry they have plenty of experience for this kind of stuff,” Laswell looked to her left and gestured for a man some feet away from them to come join her and Price. The man came up and greeted Price with a firm handshake. He was dressed in a formal military uniform with the flag of Peru patch on his left arm. “John, this is Colonel Alvarez of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Price,” the man nodded.

“Pleasure is all mine, Colonel. It’s not you who will be joining me for the mission will it?” John didn’t want to be rude but the man had some years on him to be doing a mission like the one he just accepted. 

“No, no captain, I have recommended someone to Laswell for you to take on the mission. She is a very valuable asset to the air force and will be very helpful in this situation.”

“What does the Peruvian military have to do with the affairs of the remote region of Colombia?” John asked. 

“That we share many common enemies and most notably…we share the Amazon,” the colonel noted. “It is not uncommon for military troops from different nations that share a border to assist one another on missions like this.”

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re the friend of a friend Laswell was implying about?”

“Indeed,” the colonel nodded. “This is who will be joining your team captain,” the Peruvian man handed Price another manila folder with the name “Harpia” in the front. 

John skimmed over the impressive resume of the recruit. Kate was right about her experience even though she had only been in the military for the past five years. “She’s quite the academic,” John noticed the bachelor's degree in her education side of the file along with a number of certifications. Then there was a list under the languages section that left him surprised. “What are all these?”

“Your recruit is an expert in indigenous languages, captain,” the colonel explained. “Where you are going, not everyone speaks Spanish. Not many military personnel have her knowledge and even fewer civilians have her experience and clearance for this kind of mission.”

“Alright, so we meet her over there?” John accepted the outcome. 

“Not necessarily John, she was in the parade and is right here,” Kate said. 

“She would be right over…” the colonel scanned the area of the dining tent. “There she is,” the colonel pointed to a young woman holding a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake.  

“Does she know about all this?” Price asked. 

“Indeed she does,” the colonel nodded. “You can go and meet her now if you like.”

“Then if you’ll excuse me,” Price nodded to the two higher ranking agents as he went off to the side and meet his new temp. 

Not one for sneaking, John came up to the young woman directly. She was dressed in a dark green coat and knee length skirt in the same color and some low square heels. She had a fancy sash across her chest and a spiffy looking hat that lay on top of her neatly slicked back hair that was tied on a braided low bun. She was fully decked out as much as the other parade performers. 

The young woman saw the captain make his way towards her and she put down her plate immediately. There was a cheery grin on her face once John was finally in front of her; towering over her frame. “Captain Price?” the decorated woman asked. 

“That would be me,” John smiled at her. The most notable thing about the lady was her small stature. She seemed to be even shorter than Farah. Her cheekbones were high and sharp but also maintained a very round face. There was something very unique about her face but then he remembered the list of languages she knew. 

“It’s an honor to meet you Captain,” she shook Price's hand enthusiastically. “I am Lieutenant Daniela Huari of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“Aka Harpia,” John added. “What’s that stand for?”

“The harpy, like in Greek mythology but in this case it’s after the harpy eagle of South America,” Daniela explained. 

“Can’t wait to find out how you got that one,” John chuckled. “So you’re the one who’s joining me and my boys?”

“It would seem so,” Daniela nodded.

“You know what you’re walking into, right?” John had his concern dad tone switched on.

“I do,” the lieutenant nodded a yes to the captain. 

“Good,” John smiled at her eagerness. “I mean clearly you more than qualified for this,” he held up her file. “Very impressive stuff in here.”

“Thank you Captain Price,” Daniela grinned at the praise. 

“Alright lieutenant, you meet us on the base at 18:00 hours. There isn’t any more time to waste here.”

“Si, capitan,” Daniela saluted the higher ranking officer.

“Meet ya there Harpia,” John grinned once more to the young woman and made his way back to his boys who were stuffing themselves with all sorts of stuff on their plates. “Come on lads we have some packing and explaining to do,” Price waved for the other three men to follow him out of the tent. 

“Who were you talking to Cap’?” Soap asked while taking one last bit out of his dessert. 

“Who was that with Laswell?” Gaz then questioned as well.

“And who was the shrimp you talked to next?” Ghost added to the list of questions to his captain. 

“Let’s talk about this at the base boys. There’s a lot to unpack here,” Price led his task force back to the base on the outskirts of the city. 

Task Force 141 made their way to their assigned aircraft that would be crossing them over the Atlantic all the way to a base in Venezuela. Price was right about unpacking a great deal of information to the other three men. The mayor, the mayor's daughter, her kidnapping, the cartel, there was much for the boys to intake. 

“A rescue mission and taking down a cartel. This’ll be fun,” Soap laid a friendly soft punch on Ghost’s shoulder. 

“Just dandy, Soap,” Simon gruffed. 

With heavy bags on their shoulders they finally found the lot for their transport. The loading dock door was fully open, ready for them to load in. But as they turned to go up the ramp all three men stopped dead in their tracks at someone already strapping in their own bags. 

“Who the hell are you?” Ghost partially yelled at the woman. 

Daniela bounced in her turn to the 141 crew members as she didn’t hear them come from behind her. “Oh you’re here, great,” she walked up to the men who towered over her. 

“Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick, Sergeant MacTavish, it’s a pleasure to meet you boys. I’ll be working with you on this mission,” she extended her hand for one of them to shake but all three of them just looked at her confusingly. 

“Boys! Be nice,” Price came from behind them. “This is lieutenant Daniela Huari. She is joining us as a pilot, guide, translator and interpreter, and survival expert,” Price came up to Daniela and gave her upper back a quick pat. “She’s on loan to us from the Peruvian Air Force so play nice with her. I want a good report about us from her when all this is over.”

“Survival expert?” Soap asked.

“The biggest disadvantage we have is that neither of us have ever been to this type of region. We’ve been to the country before but the place isn’t the streets of Bogota. This is the Amazon, a hostile environment we’ve never been to. Even though we’ll be assisting a military squadron from Colombia, I was informed that she will be needed.”

“For what?” Ghost asked.

“To make sure you don’t wipe your ass with a poisonous plant,” Daniela teased. 

Gaz and Soap couldn’t help but snicker at the comment. Even Price couldn’t hold in a soft scoff to his chest. “Alright soldiers, let’s get going. We have a whole ass ocean to cross.”

Johnny laughed quietly to Simon. “She’s a lieutenant and you called her a shrimp.”

“Shut up,” Ghost rumbled beneath his breath.

——The captain meeting Daniela Huari

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss but with deuce’s mom and lilia 🫣

I'm yoinking this idea for the unofficial blog event 🤡

(Quick clarification: Mrs. Spade being an ex-delinquent is a headcanon! I just thought it’d be an interesting concept, so I incorporated it into her character.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

When Lilia mentions to his son that he's planning on cooking for the "lady friend" he's seeing, Silver steps in to stop his dad from poisoning the poor woman. "You should try a restaurant, get to know one another better before volunteering to share your... talent with her," Silver advises as lightly as he can. Thankfully for him (and for his dad's date), Lilia relents.

He decides to take his date to Tony's, a laid-back family friendly pizza and pasta joint in town. Lilia brings along his own candle—blessed with Malleus’s almost apocalyptic green fire (imagine that, a horned fairy godmother in pitch black robes)—to decorate their table, as well as a crystal vase with a single red rose (provided from the Heartslabyul Gardens by Cater, wanting to support his fellow Light Music Club member. “Knock’m dead with your charm, Lils!”)

Kalim had wanted to contribute something to Lilia’s date night, but unfortunately a huge parade of animals, while impressive, wouldn’t squeeze into Tony’s. Instead, Kalim went shopping with Lilia to help him get all dripped out for the occasion! “I’ll pay for whatever you want, so have at it!” (It was Jamil who had to limit Lilia’s spending and stopped him from buying medieval battle armor. “Why would you wear this to a date?! Are you trying to kill them? Just wear something practical and casual!”)

Lilia thought he’d be the first at the venue, but he's actually been beaten to the punch. She's easy to spot because of her hair--a bob, striped blonde and dark blue--and her spade earring. Lips painted, eyes done up. Her leather jacket is open to reveal a cute white rabbit logo (most likely a freebie T-shirt from work), paired with jeans (ripped at the knees) and ankle boots.

"You're early, Dylla," he remarks, slipping into the seat across from her and placing the candle and vase on the table. She smiles and says, "I'd never be late for a very important date."

Lilia asks if Dylla was waiting for long. According to her, she was at the restaurant over 15 minutes ago but "not to worry" because she was just talking to her son over the phone to pass the time. Dylla mentions that her son can be such a worrywart sometimes. "He was reminding me to stay safe and to let you know that he'll be on your ass if you make me sad," Dylla says with a laugh. "Oh my, I'd better not let your smile waver then," Lilia replies easily.

While they're looking over the menus, Lilia mentions his own "prodigious" cooking. (According to him, his son Silver just can't get enough of it!! Once, Silver took one bite and immediately passed out from how "good" it was.) "It's a required skill for single parents," Dylla agrees. "I can cook myself, but mainly simple dishes. My Deuce enjoys eggs, so I usually make things with those. It helps that they're cheap and keep for a long time too." (She says that she'd love to try his food, and in return she'll make something for him too! They make a promise to get to it someday.)

They settle on ordering the same item: Starry Night Spaghetti, a plate of spaghetti with meatballs. (There’s a story that two dogs once had the same dish under the stars, and became closer than ever as a result!) “A shame we aren’t eating outside—then we’d be bonded just like the canine couple,” Lilia says.

During the wait for their food, they exchange crazy stories about their lives. Lilia shocks Dylla with tales of his travels and of his past as a war veteran (although he's a little vague about the details), and Dylla tells him all about her days as an ex-delinquent and biker chick. "Kufufu, looks can be quite deceiving," Lilia chuckles. "No one would dare suspect such sweet-faced people like us to be so troublesome~"

Of course, they also share stories about their sons! Who can forget when Deuce used to wear all those rabbit-themed clothes as a kid? How about the time Silver fought a family of bears and came out of the battle with three new friends?

Lilia scootches his seat closer so he can show off some pictures of him and Silver on his phone! Dylla's shoulder presses against Lilia’s as she leans in to look, squishing the two into their own personal bubble, seemingly putting them in a world far away from the noisy pizzeria.

They decide to take pics together to commemorate the date! Dylla learns a lot of things from Lilia (like flipping the camera lenses to take better selfies, how to use the timing feature, and what filters do). They take a normal picture, then one with silly faces (Lilia’s suggestion) and a third with silly poses (also Lilia’s suggestion).

He busts out his bagpipes at some point to romance her with a romantic (?) serenade. Lilia does a little jig with it—something he threw together on the spot with knowledge of different styles of dancing from various cultures. The other customers mistake him for a paid performer and start clapping along and cheering—and Dylla joins in, clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

Lilia starts to ask if they’d like an encore, if and so, which instrument? Mandolin or accordion? He can play them all! A member of the wait staff comes over to gently ask that Lilia put away his instruments, so then Lilia tries to sing without any musical accompaniment: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thaaat’s amoreeeeee 🎵”

He gets shut down a second time because, “Sir, your screeching is making the children at the next table over cry.” (Dylla gets a real kick out of Lilia’s enthusiasm though! “I can’t remember the last time a man was passionate enough to sing his heart out, consequences be damned!”)

When the food finally arrives, they realize that the chef must have made a mistake—there’s one plate of spaghetti, as though both of their orders were combined onto a single massive serving. But hey, Lilia’s willing to roll with it and just eat off the same plate. “What do you know, it’s family style!” he jokes. “In the Land of Crimson Long, it’s common for restaurants to serve food this way. You just pick out the portion you want to serve yourself.”

So that’s just what they do—stabbing their forks into the spaghetti at opposite ends and eating from that. Lilia’s appetite is healthy (he’s getting sauce on his mouth and is sucking up the noodles with such speed that a stray one slaps him in the face), but Dylla's got something on her mind.

She keeps winding her spaghetti around and around on her fork, lost in thought and doubts. Dylla wonders about a great deal of things. When is the right time to introduce this man to Deuce? How would he take it, especially when he’s gone without a father for his whole life? Was she even deserving of another husband, and someone as wonderful as Lilia?

Dylla absentmindedly brings the noodles to her mouth. There’s a slight tug at the other end (a stubborn clump, maybe?) but she pays it no mind, far too fixated on her thoughts. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she feels something on her lips—and finds Lilia’s wide-eyed stare trained on her.

They hurriedly pull back from one another, and from the spaghetti-stained kiss. Dylla's slightly panicked and profusely apologetic, but Lilia reassures her that it’s fine, neither of them were anticipating it—and if anything, the guilt is split 50-50! “Guess we’ll both have to be sentenced for our grave crime!”

“… Oh, one moment. You have something here.” Lilia runs a thumb along the margins of Dylla's lower lip. It’s just some stray spaghetti sauce and lipstick smudges, but the gesture, however small, feels very tender and intimate, even moreso than the kiss. His hand lingers for maybe a second longer than it should have, but he, at last, retreats with a playful grin. “There you are, good as new.”

They fistfight to be the first one to the bill (their reasoning being, “it must be hard for you as a fellow single parent, let ME foot the full thing!”). Being fae, Lilia has the advantage with superior strength and speed, but Dylla gives him a good run for his money. They fight ends with Lilia headlocking his date and seizing the check in his mouth, puncturing the paper with his fangs.

Before any wallets can be opened, their (deeply exasperated) waiter asks them to “please just leave”, not even caring if they pay or not. (He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shenanigans like this 💦)

They exit Tony’s and enter the night. There’s a full moon out to illuminate their way as they walk to Dylla's waiting magical wheel. As she produces her keys, Lilia tucks the red rose that had been with them at heir dining table behind her left ear. “May the Night guide you,” he says cryptically. Dylla isn’t sure what it means, but it makes the heat rise to her cheeks anyway. He sure knows how to sweet talk, his way into someone’s heart.

She asks Lilia where his ride is and he nonchalantly says that he “flew in”, which just leaves her slack jawed (until he cracks yet another classic Dad Joke with, “and boy, are my arms tired!”). “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d love to give you a lift home,” Dylla offers. “There’s plenty of room for another person.”

“If you could take me to Silver’s dorm, that would be great—but how scandalous! We disturb the public peace, don’t pay for our meal, then make a quick getaway on a motor vehicle?” Lilia climbs aboard, looping his arms around his date. “I think we’re shaping up to be quite the criminal couple.”

Dylla revs up her magical wheel, which lets out a monstrous groan. They peel off and merge into the road, racing the stars and sky that housed them, their peals of laughter filling the night. It was definitely one to remember.