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strafepanzer · 7 months ago

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k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo birthday bash #hbd king

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captainlondonman · 1 year ago

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SKIN NEIGHBOUR

Dave was sad to see his neighbour, old Mrs.Dawson leaving for the Rest Home. She had been a good neighbour but been fairly bedridden for a while and Dave had been good at going in to help cook and clean. That was why he had a set of keys for the apartment and it was only after she had left that he realised he had not handed over the keys. Still when the new people arrived he could drop them off.

That Saturday as he was quietly listening to some music he heard raised voices outside and looked through his spyhole. Standing outside were three skinheads in full gear opening up Mrs. Dawson’s front door laden with boxes

Fucking great place you got here mate. It’ll be a fucking great party place. Before we do anything to unpack you let’s open a few bottles to celebrate. You’ll sure waken up the neighbours here. Bet they are all a bunch of tossers. We’ll show them what fucking skins are eh?

It was clear which was the new occupant and the other two were smaller but chunky in build, with thick necks both covered in tattoos. Their legs looked as if they had been poured into their bleachers and both had them held high with braces showing off meaty bulges.

With that the three went inside and banged the door shut. In minutes Dave could hear the music being switched on and the guys shouting at each other always with expletives

‘Christ this is going to be awful. I’ll have to complain to the authorities if this gets out of control. And for now I certainly am not knocking on that door to give the keys back. They’d probably let loose at me and I’m not risking that.’

The music continued as did the shouting until mid evening when Dave heard two policeman at the opposite door. Shortly after they left the music was switched off and two of the skinheads came out to leave. One of the two crossed the hall and shouted through Dave’s letterbox

“It fucking well better not be you or else we’ll get you’

‘Thank God they have left and not all three are living there.’

Next morning as Dave was getting ready for work he heard the door opposite open and he looked through his spyhole.

The skin was the same height, perhaps a bit broader, still in full gear with oxblood boots, yellow laces, tight fitting bleachers that stuck to a good sized arse, a Fred Perry black T shirt and a black bomber jacket. As he looked at the back view Dave could see the word Skinhead heavily tattooed on the back of his neck. The guy turned round as if he almost knew he was being watched and gave a finger up sign at Dave’s door.

The guy looked a pure thug with his shaved head and slightly bulbous nose as if he had had it broken in a fight plus a good solid neck. On the one hand Dave was terrified but on the other seeing such a real thuggish man was also turning him on to the point that he could feel his cock inching down his trouser leg. As he rubbed his semi hard dick he thought perhaps I should just put the keys through the letterbox but then the guy would know who Dave was. On the other hand as he had the keys perhaps he could go and have a quick look as it was clear the guy had gone off to work. The temptation was too much. He wanted to see what had once been a really nice tidy apartment.

Opening the front door he could smell stale cigarette smoke as well as left over beer. In the kitchen apart from pizza boxes empty cans were scattered across the work top. In the living room an ashtray was full of ciggie butts. What took Dave’s breath away was the huge Nazi flag that had been pinned up and took over one wall. When he then checked out the bedroom a large black rubber sheet covered the bed. However this room was much tidier with a selection of boots and heights and differing laces on the floor. On a rail several pairs of bleachers hung, various colours of Fred Perry shirts and a few bomber backets in black, green and brown. The guy was obviously proud of his clothes. Lying on the floor scrunched up was a jockstrap, clearly used.

As Dave looked at the jockstrap he started to imagine what the guy must look like wearing it and when he gingerly picked it up he could see the well formed bulge that the guy’ cock had stuffed into it. He wanted to sniff it but it was too dangerous to do there so quickly he left the apartment with the jock strap. Sitting on his own sofa he studied it and could see heavy piss marks but sections were crusty where the guy had obviously had the remnants of cum from sex sessions. Dave ran his one hand over the pouch feeling the crust, his other hand starting to massage his own dick. He needed to sniff and take in the full odour of the piss and cum. At first he just lightly smelt but the strong stench of a good week old jockstrap was too over powerful and he needed to get his nose right into the pouch. He wanted to feel the guy’s cum all over his face as he rubbed it over his cheeks and stuffing it up his nose savouring every part of the stench. He could imagine the guy pissing and not getting rid of the final dribbles so the piss could soak into the jockstrap. Also if the guy had had sex, why wash when his jockstrap could take the last parts to ooze out. Thinking of the guy, Dave was so bloody horny and unzipped his trouser to take out his now fully erect 7inch dick. It was a good thick piece of meat and the little sex Dave had had, his quickie partners had always remarked on the girth and heavy knob head. Now stroking his dick he needed to taste the cum and piss mix and slowly let the jockstrap slip into his mouth.

‘Shit what a taste, this is so bloody amazing. I can just see the guy now.’

By now his hand was fully rubbing the entire length of his cock and he pushed the jockstrap fully into his mouth down the back of his throat letting his saliva take the full taste. He was almost gagging but the groaning started to increase as he felt his cock so rigid that the precum was oozing out the tip. Dave leant back on his sofa arching his back, his head raised with the jockstrap firmly down his throat, his hand now pummelling his dick. With one final jerk his cock erupted load after load of white cum over the floor and sofa.

As Dave pulled out the soaking wet jockstrap he thought

‘This is one of the best orgasms I’ve had in ages. I’ve never thought much about Skins in the past but thinking of the neighbour messing this up and looking so aggressive and butch is too much. I’m so glad he lives next door and that I still have the keys. I’ll let it dry out and carefully put in back tomorrow when he is out.’

Sure enough next day when he heard the Skin leave he waited a short time and then let himself in to return the now dry jockstrap and place at the side of the bed., just tucked under the rubber sheet so he might think he had kicked it out the way. Standing there looking at all the gear made him horny and made him wonder what he might look dressed in in it all after all the two were about the same size

‘I would so like to see me in all that, and feel what its like to be powerful, a yobbo a skin. I’d never dare go to a skin pub or pick a guy up like that but part of me would love to look like one. This is too good an opportunity to let pass. I know I just have to do this.’

Dave pulled out a pair of bleachers, a white Fred Perry, yellow braces and black Ranger boots with yellow laces and finally a green bomber. Standing there naked his cock was fully erect as he tried to stuff it into the bleachers. It made a huge outline down the leg and he moved his big balls behind his cock pushing his dick even further out to accentuate the hard line. It took him some time to lace up the boots but by looking at posters of skins around the room he could see how it was done. He loved the weight of the soles and how they encased his legs making him almost feel like a hardened yob. Next the Fred Perry and braces and finally the Mac bomber which had a set on wings embroidered on the back. This was better than he could have imagined. He felt transformed. He opened a couple of drawers and on the top of one was a lycra black hood with eye and mouth cut outs.

‘Bet he wears this on the prowl when he’s looking to beat up guys. It will make him feel more aggressive and dominant.’

As he slipped it on over his head he felt himself more a man, more ready to fight. In the corner of the room was a baseball bat. ‘Christ the guy really did like trouble. I wouldn’t stand a chance meeting him.’

Clutching the bat he stood in front of the full length mirror.

Dave could not recognise himself. Gone was the wimpy college boy and instead was a skin in full gear holding a bat with a stiff cock bursting out of bleachers. He felt himself empowered staring at the mirror. He looked like a skin and now he felt like one staring at this rough vision of someone he’d love to be

‘I’m a fucking skin, don’t fucking mess with me, I’ll fucking lay you, fucking bat you to bits. Us skins dominate I’ll fuck you to bits till your arse aches.Us skins only fuck skins.’

Putting on his working class accent Dave shouted at the mirror with one hand waving the bat and the other rubbing his cock through his bleachers. He had never felt like this and already a small patch of precum was showing through the bleachers. He had never felt so horny as he unzipped his fly and plunging his hand deep inside he pulled out his thick cock the head now glistening with cum.

‘I’m gonna fucking shoot this skin cum straight at you, you bastard, get ready Im a fucking skin. No one messes with me. Skin. Skin, skin. Oi Oi Oi’

His hand was now sliding up and down his shaft as he stared at his alter ego. ‘Fucking cum now. See how much cum a skin has’

And with that he shot a heavy load of thick white cum over the mirror.

As soon as he had cum he realised he needed to get out of the gear and get back to his real life but more importantly put everything back as it was and clean the mirror of the cum that was now running down the glass. He had to leave the place exactly as it was. He carefully put the clothes back exactly as he had found them, set the bat as it was and the boots in the same line up. By the time he got into his own flat he was exhausted from his orgasm but on a such a high seeing himself as never before.

‘Christ I would love to be like that instead of my weak pathetic self that I am.’

For the rest of the day he could think of little else and even in his dreams he saw a fierce looking skin coming towards him. All he wanted to do was go back the next day and repeat. He so wanted to see his vision changed and to cum in such shedloads

Sure enough the Skin went off to work and an hour later Dave let himself in. He decided to wear a different assortment of skin gear so put on the Oxblood rangers just like he had seen his neighbour wear and he chose a very bleached pair of jeans which showed off his erect cock even more as there was a little more space to allow the bulge look even more obvious. A navy T shirt and the brown bomber jacket which had SKINHEAD emblazoned on the back. He loved how he looked like another skinhead and would act out the part again to make himself so bloody horny it was painful to hold back coming. He found the hood but not the baseball bat which for Dave was all part of the aggro he wanted to create for himself.

‘It must be in the sitting room’ he thought and he opened the door to go in and check.

As he walked in the two Skinheads from last week were sitting on the sofa beer and ciggies in hand with their booted feet up on a table.

‘Well who the fuck do we have here?’

As Dave froze in the doorway a strong arm suddenly came round his neck in a stranglehold and he felt a thick metal collar being locked into place around his neck and padlocked. He was terrified as he felt a low sneering voice in his ear saying

‘So you’re the wimp from next door who has been breaking in to my pad. I don’t fucking taking kindly to the likes of you and no doubt you’ve been jerking off in my clothes.’

Suddenly one of the other skins shouted.

‘Fucking hell, Rick, the bloke’s pissing himself and in your fucking bleachers.’

Sure enough the terror had been too much and what started off as a small damp patch appearing at Dave’s crotch was now showing a long line of piss running down one leg all the way down to the boot. He was pissing so much it was also now running down the front of the bleachers having completely soaked through.

Rick yanked the chain attached to the collar forcing Dave’s head back, and with Rick staring at him spat out a huge gob of spit into his face and took one hand and rubbed it well in, gobbing a second time.

‘You fucking little shit. You’re gonna pay for this. You think you can piss in my best bleachers so you can fucking drink the stuff. Joe go and get the special hood for this little wanker but drink up those beers so you give him a real golden shower.

Joe came back with the hood and rubbing his dick with excitement.

‘This is gonna be fucking great. Serves the bastard right ruining your bleachers. We’ll make him pay.’

‘Lets see what the bugger looks like first’ and with that Rick pulled off the lycra hood

‘What a poncy little wimp we have here. ‘Ill tell you now you bastard you will not be leaving here looking like this. Now let me get this hood on you. ‘

The hood was made of leather straps and buckles which Rick secured into place and on the strap that went over Dave’ mouth was a hole with a rubber tube. ‘Breath in for the moment mate but there’s one final piece to be added and with that he rammed a funnel into the other end.

‘There we are so who’s first to let him know what piss really tastes like. He’s already gobbled my dirty jockstrap. Yeah mate did you think I hadn’t noticed? So you’re big on piss? Go on Joe get that rancid cock of yours out and see how much he likes it.’ As Rick said this he tied Dave’s hands firmly in rope behind his back.

Suddenly Dave seemed to realise what was happening

‘Please don’t do this, I am really sorry. I know I’m wrong and I’ll pay for your new jeans and anything else but not this.

‘Not this? You’re the one who drank the piss from my Jocktrap, you’re the one who has pissed himself in my best bleachers. So piss it is and loads of it, so start to swallow

With his hand ensuring the tube was well into Dave’s mouth Rick shouted at Joe.

‘Go on let him have it. Let me see that piss of yours go all the way down.’

‘Do what Rick fucking well tells you, you slob because you’re doing my boots next, as he emptied his piss in to the funnel. Joe let his cock hang into the funnel and with one large belch his piss started pouring out of the cock and into the funnel.

‘ Shit Rick he’s trying not to swallow. The funnel is filling up.’

‘You little bastard’ and with that Rock slapped Dave across the face. The jolt and shock made Dave open his mouth wide and the piss poured down and Joe’s cock kept releasing more and more beer piss.

‘Right enough Joe, let Fred have a go and he can taste each of your piss.’

Joe stood back flipping his dribble cock into his bleachers and Fred took aim into the funnel his long thin cock being set into the funnel.

‘Christ I love this, seeing a guy take my piss’

With that Fred started stroking his cock as he emptied his piss into the funnel.

‘Keep that knob on for later. You’ll get the chance soon enough’

‘Christ the guy can’t get enough the way he is slurping it down.’

At first Dave felt he wanted to retch as the acid burned in his throat and even though he was tied with Rick holding by the neck and chain, there was something about the beery flavour as well as seeing two skin heads in front of him opening their flies and letting him see two rancid cocks release their piss especially Fred’s erect cock which had to aim so carefully so as to make the funnel. Dave’s own cock was almost involuntarily reacting and he could feel his dick lengthening down the wet piss stained bleachers. Two skins bearing over him making him feel subservient was in truth what he had wanted.

‘Now put yer cock away Fred time for the next stage. So now you bastard with all that saliva and piss we need our boots cleaned. My turn first’

Rick pulled Dave off the chair by the metal collar and chain.

‘Get down on the fucking floor and start licking’.

As Dave went down on his knees he looked up at Rick and could see the skin was getting excited. There was a thick outline of a rigid cock down one leg. The guy sure had a good sized 8” prick.

As Dave bent to start licking so Rick firmly placed his other booted foot on Dave’s head forcing it hard down his mouth being crushed against the boot

‘Get yer fucking tongue out of yer mouth and start. I wanna see these boots sparkling with yer spit.’

‘Do what Rick fucking tells you as you’re doing my boots next’

‘And then mine’

Rick bent over taking hold of Dave’s head and yanked it up and down his boot watching Dave spit all across the toe caps.

‘That’s better boi. Us Skins like our boots shining. Now do the other’

Dave continued to let his spit and piss mix spread over the boots until Rick pulled him up by the chain and moved him over to Joe who bent down and gobbed into Dave’s face.

‘Now use some of my spit to make em more shiny, got it’.

There was no point Dave saying anything. He was completely under their control and if he complained he would only be mugged big time.

‘You’re good at this boi. Well need to get you do this more often.

‘Make sure he still has some spit for my boots’ Fred shouted. He also bent down and whacked Dave across the face.

‘You make me so fucking annoyed boi for breaking into Ricks pad. Lick my boots and soles I want to see my face in them.’

Dave was being forced down against the boots his arse up showing his good sized round cheeks tight against the bleachers.

‘Shit Rick the boi’s got a brill arse. We ain’t leaving that alone Just looking at that ripe ass is making me cock nice and hard he said stroking the enlarged length. Ain’t got me jock on so nice an easy to whip me dick out.’

Rick said ‘Well boys the next move is for you. Do as you like.’ Joe placed his hand over Fred’s dick outline and rubbed it.

‘Always luv that cock of yours Joe. This boi needs it.’ And with that he took his heavy hand and whacked it across Dave’s cheeks making him wince in pain. Seeing him react Fred decided a few more slaps would warm up his cheeks ready for entry. Fred bent down and put his hands around Dave’s waist to unbutton his flies

‘Fucking hell boys, the lad’s luving this . His cock is like a metal pole and a thick one to. He must luv his cock being soaked in his own piss and us skins on top of him. No bloody wonder he loves our gear.’

Fred eased the jeans down to expose Dave’s arse. ‘Nice and red now boi! You like a slap. Let’s get you ready.’

He put one finger in and started to move it around

‘Plenty of space there for a good fuck mate’

He then put in a second and a third and finally a fourth

Rather than screaming Dave felt good with the fingers in him and moved his arse up.

‘Christ you’d take a whole fist mate by the looks of things.’

Taking his fingers out he put the hand around Daves face and smeared any shit off them

‘If you can piss yerself like that boi then you can take yer own shit’

‘Time for my cock to get inside that arse of yours.’ Fred said unzipping his bleachers and pulling out his erect dick with the red head pulled back and nicely exposed.

‘What you looking at Joe, get that cock of your ready, were a couple so we fuck together right. Get on yer knees beside me. I go first and then you.’

Both Fred and Joe knelt behind Dave’s arse. Fred put one hand around Joe’s shaft and with the other opened up Dave’s crack to ease in his cock.

‘It may not be the thickest but I’ll give you a good length. What did I say you could take a bloody ship up there boi.’

Fred slipped his dick in and moved it further up, Dave letting out a groan

‘You fucking love this boi eh? Well let’s see how you like two dicks up you.’ Fred then widened Dave’s cheeks to make his hole more exposed. ‘Right Joe get in from the side but put a gob on it first to help our young friend.’

Fred put one arm around Joe and with the other took his dick and pushed it into the side.

‘Open up that fucking arse of your boi Joe wants in. Push it Joe’

With one sharp push Joe’s cock slipped in alongside Fred’s

Dave yelped with pain as his hole had to expand to take two cocks but once past the entry he felt pleasure and the need for them to push their dicks up further.

‘Christ Rick stop rubbing that prick of yours. I know you get a real knob on watching Fred and I fuck together but the boi can give you a good blow job. Hoist his head up with that chain of yours.’

‘Too fucking right Joe I need to shed a load of cum from watching you’

And with that he hoisted Dave’s head up in the steel collar so Dave was looking straight at the 8 inch dick now bursting against the bleachers. Rick pulled Dave’s head in to him

‘Suck my dick through me bleachers boi.’

Dave could not wait to feel the cock in his mouth with the bleachers between.

‘Please take it out Sir so I can get it all the way down my throat.’

‘Jesus boi what a horny bugger you are. Two cocks up yer arse and all you want my by whopping great prick down yer throat. It ain’t gonna be easy prising this monster out of my bleachers.’ He said with his hand firmly down one leg trying to pull his rigid cock out. Suddenly it sprang out of the bleachers and hit Dave in the face.

‘Like that cock of mine hitting you? Well let’s hit you a few more times’. As he whacked it across Dave’s face leaving a smear of precum

‘Now open that mouth of yours wide.’ Already the saliva was dribbling out of Dave’s mouth in readiness. He wanted to choke on Rick’s cock and feel the cum being forced down the back of his throat.

As Ricks cock entered Dave’s mouth so Dave started to push his arse back to let in both cock further up his hole.

‘Christ’ he thought ‘I’m serving 3 Skins. It is like a dream’.

Joe and Fred turned to one another and started deep throat kissing , both so fired up being up the same arse and also seeing Rick so horny as his cock slipped further and further into Dave’s mouth.

‘That’s it boi take it all Let me feel my pubes against yer mouth.’ As Rick shoved his cock deeper into Dave’s mouth so Joe and Fed pushed their dicks further up their lips still glued together.

‘Christ boys I am really getting off watching you two fuck. This fucking prick is gonna get a river of spunk down his throat.’

As Fred and Joe stopped mouthing Fred looked up and said

‘Bloody hell Rick I didn’t think the lad would be able to take that big dick of yours. I’ve never managed the whole length. Shit you are the whole way down. Come on Joe its time for us to let him have it. A few more pushes and I’ll come.’

The two skins worked the arse together and with one wail they let their loads shoot up Dave’s arse, groaning loudly. Rick seeing his mates spunk found it all too much and firmly grabbing Dave’s head said

‘Take the whole fucking lot boy. As he shot his spunk there was so much Dave could not swallow and it started to ooze out his mouth and down on to his Fred Perry, a long line of white cum. Rick kept shoving his cock against Dave’s mouth

‘Christ boi what a fucking throat. This is the best blow job Ive had in a long while.’

‘Jesus that was fucking amazing Rick. This kid loves a good fuck. Looked as if you made him swallow a shedload of cum.’

Rick wiped the remaining cum across Dave’s face

‘Now use your tongue to lick that up boi.’

Dave was no longer frightened. He was with 3 skins and they all had shot a load either inside his arse or down his throat. He almost felt like one of them.

‘Right guys, now fuck off I have the last bit of work to do with Dave boi. But first bring me the razors and shaving foam. I don’t want you here for that otherwise you both become too fucking horny again.’

Joe and Fred did as told

‘Now fuck off. Right Dave boi bend you head forwards and lets get this fuzz off that head of yours. You can’t wear skin gear with all that hair. Why the fuck do you think we are called Skinheads eh? Now you wont need to wear a mask to imagine yerself as a skin.’

Rick took the razor over Dave’s head initially giving him a number one so he only had tufts left and Dave watched his locks fell to the ground almost relieved this was happening. Rick covered his head with shaving foam and started from the back moving the razor up from the neck and over the top. As he moved around Dave he could feel Ricks cock pressing against his shoulder and it was not soft, far from it. He had a bloddy great knob on.

‘So you like feeling my knob against you whilst you get shaved eh?’

‘That’s some dick there. Can you please rub it a bit more.’

‘Right fucking little poofta. I can see your own cock stiffening nicely.. Lets get this job done.’ Rick continued with more foam and kept on shaving until he pressed his hand over Dave’s head and was able to feel its smoothness.

Then taking a hot cloth he cleaned Dave up and stood back rubbing his dick with satisfaction.

‘Now the important bit.’

He went out the room and came back in with a full leather hood with no eye or mouth holes. Coming out from various parts it looked almost like electrodes.

‘Lets get this on you,’ he unzipped the back part and slid it over Dave’s head, it sliding on nicely now he was totally bald.

‘A perfect size’ Rick said as he zipped it up. ‘Now smell the leather, good ain’t it.’

Dave nodded not knowing what was going to happen next

‘You’re gonna feel a few sensations but it only takes a few minutes and then you will feel more like us, as it’s what you really want.’

Again Dave nodded.

‘Right I’m switching on now.’

A sudden current made Dave jerk, he felt a heat wave running through his head, a thumping he’d never experienced. It was as if a light was trying to remove everything in his brain and he was totally unable to fight it. He did not want to fight it. It was almost a comfort to feel nothing. There was a pause and nothing happened for what seemed ages and then suddenly his whole head felt as if it was going to explode. He started to feel angry, aggressive even his thoughts were basic and he was sure he could feel his voice going through a change as he groaned with the impact of the charge. He wanted out of this he wanted to take charge.

Rick unzipped and took off the leather mask.

‘Fucking hell, I love it, you have SKIN tattooed across yer scalp. Brill. Now I am gonna untie you and take off the neck shackle so you can see yerself in the mirror.’

Dave silently stood up and looked at himself in the piss stained bleachers, boots and bomber jacket but now gone were the locks of hair Instead he stood looking at a full bodied skin with a scar running down one cheek and SKIN tattooed over his head.

‘Right mate’ Dave barked in a deeper rough voice ‘you and yer mates have fucking put me through all this and if you think that dick of mine is not gonna cum now you’re fucking wrong.’

And with that Dave attacked Rick with a full punch into the stomach winding him and as he collapsed forward so Dave moved in. and put Rick into a stranglehold

‘You made me a fucking skin so now you’re gonna get fucked by a skin and I can see that dick of yours waiting to burst out of yer bleachers. Did you not think I could see that rear arse zip in yer bleachers. So much for big tough guy. Ye love a big cock up that arse of yours.’

Dave pulled down the rear zip and put his hand into Ricks crack.

‘Nice little hairy bum you have there Rick boi. By the time I’ve fucked you my cum will be stuck to all these hairs as I pull out.’ As Dave’s hand explored the crack and put two fingers up exploring the space.

‘Fucking nice hole boi’ he said taking his fingers out and smearing them across Ricks mouth. ‘Now taste yer own fucking shit, good ain’t it?’

Rick was in such a stranglehold he could not reply but he was suddenly aware of Dave’s fat cock pushing its way in to his craqck.

‘Don’t worry mate I let a good gob onto my cock so it’ll slide in nicely.’ As Dave pushed so Rick instinctively moved his arse back to meet Dave’s shaft.

‘That’s it boy you are fucking desperate for this. Its sliding in a treat. Now lets feel that cock of yours’

Rick was pushing himself into Dave’s shaft so he could feel it going right up to the hilt and Dave put his hand in and unleashed a good thick and long dick.

‘Shit you’re hard man. Lets make sure we come together.’ As Dave started to pummel Ricks arse he put his mouth against Rick’s neck and started kissing almost sinking his teeth into the neck. Rick was groaning with pleasure.

‘Not so much a tough guy now, eh Rick with my dick stuffed up yer arse and that cock of yours in my hand is just luvin it all. That’s it push yer arse all the way back into my prick

‘Shit Dave boi that cock of yours feels so good and your hand rubbing up and down my cock you sure know how to wank a guy. Christ my balls are ready to burst. Go on keep ramming that dick into me, fucking well take me. I can feel your precum oozing into me but I want all you can give. Go on give my tits a good nip.’

‘So you like yer tits worked on, you should have said mate.’

Dave moved his free hand up Ricks chest and gently rubbed his fingers over Ricks left nipple rubbing it through his Fred Perry

‘You don’t want a rub do you mate? More like this.’

And with that he pinched the tit hard.

‘Fucking hell man that hurts’

‘It’s what you want so stop being such a babe’, Dave barked as he continued to tweak.

‘Not so bad now is it the way your moving about. You just love my cock up you, my hand wanking your prick and now having your tit worked on. It’s sure got me so fucking horny I am ready to let rip up yer arse.’

‘Fuck man let me have it I’m also ready to shoot. Wank me harder, that’s it Shit I’m cumin’

‘Take all my cum Rick boi’

And with that Dave let loose spurt after spurt up Rick’s arse and Rick with final groan shot his load with Daves hand firmly around his shaft

‘Fucking hell man, I haven’t had an orgasm like that for ages. Thank God you let yerself into my pad and decided you love us skins.’

Dave gave his final shot up Ricks arse and as he pulled out he swung Rick round and kissed him roughly putting his tongue well down Ricks throat.

‘Yeah mate thank you. I’m so fucking glad I’m no longer that pathetic jerk and now I know I’m one of you bois. I’m a Skin’

Rick took hold of Dave face as they kissed and said

‘You are my Skin’.

‘Too fucking right babe’

‘You can keep that set of keys but I want a set of yours and its time we got out and got your yer own skin gear though having you wear my stuff makes me feel so horny.’

‘Right let’s get out pick up some gear and then go to the skin pub for a few beers with the blokes and you can show me off and then its back here as I want to feel that 8 incher of your up my arse’.

‘I was think the same bro. Its gonna be a long night.’

‘Not just the night mate’

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beautiful-basque-country · 2 months ago

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In September 2001, the Guardia Civil entered the house of Unai Romano's parents - where he lived - in the middle of the night. He was accused of being an ETA memeber, arrested, and brought to the Guardia Civil headquarters in Gasteiz.

For two days, he was tortured to get more presumed member names out of him. Here's how Unai recently recalled the abuse he was subjected to:

Another question session, more questions. And they started throwing different practices into the mix, one called "the elevator", that consisted in standing up, go down to a deep squat, standing up, up and down, questions, do you know this person? no, you're hit, up and down again. They also threatened me with electrodes. I remember I got them on my testicles, penis, my earlobe. It wasn't a very high intensity, my fear of what it could be was bigger. They kept mixing methods: [choking] bag, electrodes, the infamous elevator, and beatings. There came a moment when I was physically exhausted and when I was on the verge of losing consciousness and fall to the geound they reanimated me and started all over again. But I reached a state I couldn't go on anymore, and they sit me down on a chair; and started telling me they had arrested my mother. I refused to believe it, how can they arrest a 70y/o woman? They were saying this at a distance, pretending they were talking on the phone with the officers of the Gasteiz reservoir, and between guardia civiles, screaming: we're torturing your mother, we're making her go through the elevator, while I kept sitting down on the chair. One of them came to me from behind and told me she has died and it stopped there. I refused to believe, I refused, but I was kept there for a while until they brought me down to my cell [forced to stand up there]. Due to the beatings they gave me, my head begin to swell, so much that I had a hard time at keeping my eyes open, I had to do this gesture continously to keep them open. My face and head burnt, everything was very swollen. So I decided I had to sit, until I heard somebody opened the spyhole and although I got up very quickly and tried to cover it up, he saw me, entered and slapped me hard.

He was left like this :

After enduring all this, Unai Romano was absolved.

He started a crusade to get some justice and has brought his case to the Human Rights Court after the Spanish justice failed him. The judge considered Unai wasn't subjected to torture.

That judge is the current Minister of Justice of Spain, Fernando Grande-Marlaska. Member of a presumed progressive government.

Also, a presumed progressive newspaper like El País, wondered in 2006 - Unai's case had happened 5 years before - if there was torture in Euskadi or was ETA-supporting propaganda.

ONU and the Committe for the Prevention of Torture have expressed in several occasions their concern regarding torture in EH and the total lack of investigation by the Spanish justice system.

There are tens of people in prison due to what they said while being tortured.

Unai, just like many other torture survivors, is still fighting, court after court.

#euskal herria #basque country #pays basque #pais vasco #euskadi #unai romano #tw torture #tw graphic #spain #video #politics #hatred

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preciouslittle-bhaalbabe · 19 days ago

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Astarion does an infernal ritual and gets unfathomable power with it and what does he want to do? Install secret tunnels, spyholes, and maybe a murder pit (Tomies got that covered, being a Bhaalspawn and all) in Baldur's Gate. He just wants to be a gremlin. Skittering around evesdropping on people.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion baldurs gate #ascended astarion

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krokusplays · 1 month ago

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Picking up Pieces - Chapter 3 (18+)

Blade X Reader - Modern AU

He was gonna be your neighbor, you wouldn’t have anything to do with him aside from maybe an occasional passing in the hallway. Unfortunately, you’ve forgotten how thin the walls in the building truly were and days and nights became blurred as you - unwillingly - had to listen to everything happening beyond these walls. Until one day, everything went silent.

Based on this prompt

Warnings/Tags: Explicit/18+, Rough smut, past Blade/Dan Heng, female reader

Words: 3.6k

Status: 3/4 chapters (14k words altogether)

Read it on AO3

You came home from work weeks later and nothing. No laughter, no exclamations of victory - or defeat - after playing video games together, no chattering, no sounds from any household tools…

But especially the nights were deadly quiet. In the stillness of your bedroom you couldn’t hear a single sound. No squeaking from the bed, no thud, and even less so anything that even remotely spoke of someone having fun.

In the beginning, you welcomed the silence. You caught up on the lack of sleep and almost got used to a healthy sleep schedule again. If it weren’t for the night’s when the image of deep red eyes and the fantasies of Blade bending you over and having his way with you didn’t haunt your every waking - and sleeping - moment.

For a while you thought nothing of the unexpected change.

Maybe they went to Dan Heng’s apartment for the time being. Or they went on a vacation. Maybe their work included traveling from time to time. Who could tell, you hardly knew them after all.

Until the sound of glass shattering, accompanied by a growl, made you flinch in the middle of doing your laundry.

No sound followed but you stared at the wall of your living room with wide eyes and a racing heart as the realization sank in that Blade was indeed home.

Probably has been this whole time.

And when you met him days later by the mailboxes and saw how the jade pendant was missing from his bunch of keys, you didn’t need a diviner to connect the dots.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t look your way, you only caught a glimpse of a pale face with deep, dark bags under his eyes and an expression that seemed empty and angry at the same time.

You didn’t dare to say anything.

Weeks passed.

And then it became a month.

Then two.

And nothing changed.

You saw Blade barely ever and never heard anything from his apartment aside from the occasional glass shattering from when he probably threw another glass or bottle at the wall. Each time you flinched and each time it made you worry.

What was he doing all day in his apartment like this?

Did he still go to work? Did he just sit there in silence all day and night?

Something was wrong. Nothing about this was normal.

The situation managed to drag you down too. Your thoughts revolved around him more often than you cared to admit. When you got home from work you listened intently for any sounds, you paid close attention whenever you heard a door opening on the hallway and looked through the spyhole to see if it was him, at night you lay still hoping for a sound of him that might indicated he went to bed…

Anything to know he was alright.

Most of all, it irritated you how you began to fall asleep thinking about how lonely he must be. No denying the breakup was taking a toll on him and he never got visitors to help him either. You didn’t know the details.

All of this might have been solely on him, but still…

The silence became deafening. As much as you had complained about it, during the day the sounds have been almost welcome, a pleasant background noise. Even during the nights… Yes, you hated how it kept you from getting enough sleep almost every day and you still couldn’t fathom how he didn’t care about other people hearing him, but you also couldn’t deny your own nightly… activities.

And… He’s been happy.

You’ve heard him laugh before, you’ve heard his cheerful voice when they were gaming together, you’ve seen the smile on his face whenever he looked after Dan Heng or welcomed him back, you’ve seen the look of fondness on his face whenever he gazed upon Dan Heng…

But now…

You sighed, burying your face in your hands as you sat on your couch, contemplating what to do.

You were his neighbor, nothing more. You shouldn’t get involved.

And yet, after weeks and months, you found yourself in front of his door on a Saturday morning.

The sound of you knocking on the wood echoed in your head like a foreboding. When there was no reaction you probably should’ve left right there and then, but you stayed rooted in place.

You knocked again.

And again.

“Leave.” A voice growled from somewhere behind the door. You paused. No. No, you wouldn’t leave now. You had no idea what you actually wanted to do once he opened the door but you wouldn’t leave without checking up on him.

You kept knocking. You could be persistent if needed and you weren’t gonna turn around because he refused to open up.

When you heard steps you didn’t have the time to take a step back before the door was pulled open so harshly that you thought it might be taken off the hinges.

“What do you want?” he asked, his eyes staring you down. You refused to buckle under his gaze.

Blade looked horrible. As if he hasn’t slept properly in ages with the deep bags under his eyes and his skin taking on an almost sickly pale color. His black hair seemed unkempt, making the bangs in his face look even more untamed. And yet, the burning red of his eyes peeked through the strands like a creature lurking within a forest in the dead of night.

Despite the state he was in, it shook you to your core.

“I… I’ve been worried,” you said. No point in lying or denying it. That you didn’t have a plan for once he opened the door became apparent in how your voice wavered however.

“Unnecessary. Leave.”

Blade attempted to shut the door in your face, but in a bout of determination - and maybe stupidity - you pushed against it. Either because he didn’t actually want to damage his door or because you caught him off guard, Blade gave in to the pressure and you managed to step into his apartment before he could hold you back.

The layout of his apartment mirrored your own so right after forcing yourself into his home and past him you stood in the middle of his living room.

Your stomach churned at the smell and a cold shiver ran down your spine at the sight.

Everything was in disarray. Chaotic, ruined. Everything looked like it was touched mere moments ago and yet the state of his things showed he hasn’t touched it in ages.

The TV and the console next to it looked like they weren’t used in months, a sheet of dust covered everything on the shelves, which were full of knocked over stuff as if an earthquake shook his apartment and he never fixed anything afterwards.

A blanket, crumpled and dirty, was thrown over the arm of the couch but was a slight tug away from falling to the floor and somehow you knew he wouldn’t care either way. The glass door of a cupboard was cracked, the walls were full of stains - probably from when he threw bottles or glasses at them. You could still see shards of glass on the floor by the walls…

But, none of that caught your attention.

What drew your gaze were the countless empty bottles and small containers everywhere on the floor. Beer, booze, and the dreadful realization sank in that those tiny containers on the floor were actually pill bottles.

You looked around, utter disbelief on your face. You expected chaos, you could’ve handled chaos, but this… It went beyond that. It screamed of destruction and neglect.

Something crunched beneath your foot as you took a wary step forwards and you bent down to pick up the empty pill bottle. You furrowed your brows, quietly staring at it as if it would tell you what was going on here any moment.

“What happened?” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. As you looked up and caught a glimpse of his kitchen you found it in the same - if not worse - state than his living room.

Your heart stopped when you heard the front door shut behind you.

“It has nothing to do with you. Leave,” Blade said, his voice calm but with an underlying edge to it that made you turn around.

He stared you down and he didn’t hide his disdain for you being here but you didn’t budge. You swallowed, clenching the empty pill bottle in your hand.

“I know, I know, I just…” You didn’t know what to say or do. You wanted to check up on him but even then you weren’t sure what that entailed. He was clearly not okay and whatever path he treaded on was utterly neglectful.

“This can’t go on,” you said eventually.

“I say it one more time, this does not concern you. Leave. Now.”

“I won’t. You clearly need help and I-“ you stopped yourself and looked at the dirty floor.

Did he truly believe he was alright? Or was he just too arrogant to accept that he needed help?

This had nothing to do with you, you were aware of that. You shouldn’t even be here in the first place. But leaving now was not an option either. How could you go back to your home and spend your leisure time relaxing and having fun when you knew he was going through hell?

It didn’t matter what the cause of it was. If he caused the breakup himself or if he had nothing to do with it, you couldn’t just let him destroy himself like this.

“You want to help?” His voice rumbled, like a growl in the back of his throat. It brought something dark with it, something that showed no genuine concern for his situation.

You nodded, still looking at the floor. “I-“

You didn’t get to finish that sentence. Nor did you get the time to look up.

The harsh impact as your back hit the wall hurt and yet, it faded away almost instantly, eradicated by the feel of Blade’s lips on your own.

Your eyes widened, incapable of comprehending what was happening. Blade’s hands were on your shoulders, his grip unrelenting, keeping you in place and not allowing you to move, while his lips devoured yours like a starving animal.

Nothing about this kiss was sweet or tender. His lips were cool, chapped and he moved them against yours with a lingering anger, and still, your eyes fell shut, the pill bottle slipped from your hand, forgotten on the ground in an instant.

Blade’s hand went from your shoulder into your hair, grabbed it and yanked your head back, harshly breaking the kiss in the process, it pulled a whimper from you as he exposed your neck to his gaze and lips.

You gasped, a strained sound as his lips and teeth descended upon the skin of your neck, kissing and biting, undoubtedly leaving marks but the fog that began to settle within your mind pushed any concerns aside.

This was exactly like your fantasy. How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of him doing this exact thing to you. And this thought was all that kept you from pushing him away.

Blade pushed you against the wall, his body looming over you and trapping you, unrelenting as he kept marking your neck until you whimpered, heat pooling deep in your core.

A spark of what remained of your mind screamed at you to push him off. That this was clearly wrong. Nothing about what he was doing was born out of care or desire, there was an anger in every gesture of his.

He was using you, and you realized that. As he rushed to get you out of your shirt but didn’t bother to remove your bra, instead hurried to get rid of your pants while his lips and teeth attacked your bare shoulders and your collarbone, you knew he was doing this to vent.

But did that even matter?

You whimpered, a tingling sensation traveling down your spine and gathering between your legs as he wasted no time and hiked your leg up around his hips until he could grind his still clothed crotch against you.

If this was what he needed? Was it so wrong to let him vent out his frustration on you?

Deep down you knew you shouldn’t. But as his hand slipped under your bra, rolled and kneaded the flesh before tugging and pinching your nipple until you gasped and arched your back against him, your mind lost the battle.

How many nights have you imagined this? How often have you wondered if he was a rough or tender lover? How many times have you wanted him to bend you over and have his way with you?

He didn’t bend you over but you didn’t care. This was just as good.

And it was real.

Blade’s hand slipped between your legs and you moaned at the contact, pushing your hips eagerly into his hand as he rubbed you over your panties. You felt him smirk against your collarbone. He didn’t pay much attention to your folds, when he felt you wet and trembling against him, he let go of your leg, just long enough to pull himself out of his pants.

He was huge. Your fingers dug into his shoulders at the sight of him, hot and hard, waiting for you, and you probably could’ve used and needed some more preparation. But when Blade’s hands wandered to your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, your back supported by the dirty wall, your mind went blank.

He pushed your sticky panties aside just enough to gain access and you couldn’t believe how much more intense this was than your fantasies. Imagination just didn’t come close. You dug your hands in his hair, softer than you anticipated, as one of his hands grabbed your thigh in a bruising grip while the other was next to you on the wall, his hand clenched into a fist.

He slipped his cock between your folds, brushing your clit which had you gasping, until he was coated in your juices. He pushed into you in one thrust, a growl on his lips that sent shivers down your spine.

You whimpered at the sudden stretch. As wet as you were, it has been a while and a bit of preparation would’ve been appreciated given his size. But in this situation, Blade didn’t care. And you wondered how much you truly cared either. Because as soon as he began to move he had you whimpering and clinging to him as if this was all you had ever wanted.

And partly, it was.

You had imagined, craved it so many nights, for him to claim you like this. To have his way with you and turn you into a whimpering mess, desperate and pathetic. And it was exactly what he was doing.

Blade fucked you against the wall, pounding into you with harsh thrusts and groans that never made it past his lips, that shook you to your core and had you scrambling for purchase on his skin. Your fingers clenched the fabric of his black shirt and you buried your face in his shoulder while he kept his pace hard and fast.

Nothing romantic about this. He vented out his frustrations - with you, with his ex or with the world, for who could tell at this point - by using your body, chasing that one blissful moment and dragging you along for it.

And Aeons, would you be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this.

He adjusted his stance, changed his angle slightly as his rhythm faltered for a moment, and you jolted in his hold and against the wall when the angle allowed for some friction on your clit.

Whatever remained of that uncomfortable stretch, it faded away like a candlelight in the wind. You were certain you would feel this later. Neither this position nor how harshly his hips met yours with every thrust was welcomed by your body, but you didn’t care.

For now, you moaned at the feeling of being filled completely each time he sank back into you.

He stuck with that angle and whether or not he did it to give you that friction you yearned for on your clit you didn’t know - you doubted it though - but it had you whimpering and trembling, your eyes squeezed shut as you held onto him as he fucked you against the wall.

Your orgasm hit you so suddenly that it knocked the air out of your lungs. It was weak, just a simmering heat rather than the explosive inferno you knew it could be, but you didn’t expect it to happen at all. You haven’t felt the build up, haven’t noticed how the knot was pulled taunter within you until it could snap…

And still, you writhed before him, a strangled moan on your lips as your fingers dug into his shirt, his skin, anything to hold onto.

All the sensations of bliss and relief were but a breeze and wiped away the moment Blade’s hips stuttered against yours. He came with a groan, his voice horse as it fanned over your ear, and you gasped when you felt warmth fill you up and spill down your thighs.

He let you down moments later, stepping away from you to adjust his clothing again, while you struggled to stay steady on your feet. You were still breathing heavily as you gathered your clothes from the floor, your pants clung to you, uncomfortably so with Blade’s cum still sticking to your thighs.

Now that the moment was gone you felt sore all over. You were sure your thighs were bruised from his harsh grip, your back hurt from sliding up and down the wall the whole time, your neck and shoulders hurt from the marks he left there…

And yet… You couldn’t find it in you to regret this. The haze in your mind hasn’t lifted yet completely, it still made you feel lightheaded, but whatever remained of your mind thanked you for your IUD in this moment.

You pulled your shirt over your head and looked at Blade. He had his back turned to you and rummaged through the trash on the floor until he found a bottle of something and took a gulp of it. You were sure it wasn’t soda.

Your shoulders slumped.

You wanted to snatch the bottle out of his hands but you knew that was probably the stupidest thing you could do right now. He didn’t pay you any further attention and while it stung you didn’t expect anything else.

This whole situation has become so messy within minutes.

You looked at the floor, saw all the trash, the empty bottles, the stains on the wall… Leaving sounded like the worst idea and yet you realized there was nothing you could do for him.

At this moment, at least.

As your eyes fell on the cabinet with its broken door, an idea came to mind. Blade probably wouldn’t accept nor appreciate it, however, so you kept your mouth shut.

You would deal with this later.

For now, you needed a shower and Blade obviously had no intention of entertaining your presence any further.

You left his apartment without another word.

After a shower and changing your clothes you felt… better. But also rather odd. As you got into your car to get some stuff you needed that situation earlier felt surreal.

You’ve had sex.

With Blade.

With that guy who has never even been polite to you, who has never given you the time of day before but who has haunted your every waking moment ever since he had moved in.

And that hasn’t changed either.

He had fucked you. There was no other way to describe it. It was born out of frustration, anger, pent-up desire - and if you were mean to yourself, not even necessarily a desire for you. It was a vent and apparently he had needed that.

As you parked your car at your destination you wondered if you really wanted to go through with your plan.

You took a deep breath.

Indeed you would. Not only could this maybe help him but it would hopefully provide enough time and opportunities for you to figure out what you wanted or were hoping for too.

During the nights, when you have touched yourself to the sounds of him having sex, the thought has crossed your mind that maybe having sex with him was the one thing you needed. That after a good fuck he would leave your mind and let you continue your life.

You could argue about how good it actually has been(your sore back and thighs were telling a very decisive story, you barely managed to get in and out of your car without wincing), but you’ve had him.

And all your thoughts were still revolving around him.

But, given the state he was in - and his apartment - this guy needed a lot of time and help before you should think further about the implications beyond that thought.

You spent a little fortune while you were gone and you had to walk a couple of times to carry it all up to your apartment.

You hoped he would accept your help. For the time being, you didn’t intend on leaving him with a choice, but… he had lifted you up so easily… If he truly wanted he could probably carry you out of his home without breaking into a sweat.

#hsr #honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade x you #blade #blade hsr #modern au #my fic

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youthereader · 10 months ago

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Near Zero part 6.

PAIRING: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 1.1k words. Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

RATING: E; barebacking, infidelity, age gap (10+ years), secret relationship

A/N: Although based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character, and does not intend to be accurate. This is merely for entertainment. This is the first of two parts in Santa Fe! A little smutty, a little fluffy.

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You would be forgiven for forgetting there is a wide, wide world beyond Los Alamos by how isolated it is. The train takes you and a dozen colleagues out to Santa Fe and in between listening to the men speaking, you take in the countryside.

Though the days are getting colder, the sun remains, everything swallowed by its brightness as the train crawls along. You are wedged between Robert and the window, and hear Feynman admit to bringing his bongos.

“Whatever for?” you chuckle. “Richard, your poor wife.”

Robert had been jealous of Feynman when you danced during the mixer, but Richard was happily married, coming along to visit his spouse in Santa Fe as she was treated for tuberculosis.

“It might do her some good,” he retorts, shrugging.

“Or get you thrown out.”

He rolls his eyes. Lately, you’ve been teased for being a bore again, which suits you fine. Since the incident with Nichols, you don’t want to stick out at all, or to be seen as adventurous. He granted the weekend pass, but up until boarding that morning you hadn’t felt sure of anything.

The journey is a little over an hour, and once you arrive, Robert lets you past him to make your descent from the carriage. Your group idles in the entryway to the station, before you break off into pairs or trios. Some are leaving to find a bar, others to the few hotels in town. You have your suitcase in one hand and your coat in the other, Feynman and Robert shaking hands and separating.

There are worse things, to be seen with Robert walking down the main street, you suppose. You give Feynman a short wave as he goes to find transport to the hospital, keen to see his wife. Robert beside you, his hand touches the small of your back.

“You should have sent your things ahead,” he murmurs.

“I can carry this,” you say, but he stoops to take your suitcase from you.

You walk together to the hotel, reaching the front desk and check in separately. You join again at the steps to the elevator, eyes meeting.

“Meet you here in an hour for lunch?” he asks, friendly.

“Of course, Oppie,” you reply, beaming at him. “See you then.”

You arrive at your room, your suitcase with a bellhop beside you. You give him a generous tip, shutting the door as you kick off your shoes. You take out a cigarette and light it, tossing aside your hat on a chair as you walk through. Your room is modest, but far grander than anything you’ve ever slept in. Like so many others before the war, the struggle to make ends meet meant only dreaming of rooms like this, with a bed made for you, tiny little soaps and monogrammed towels on rails in a washroom all to yourself.

There’s a knock in the distance as you wander, and you move back to the door to answer it, not peeking through the spyhole. Robert stands there without his hat, hands on his hips.

You smile at him, letting him through. You agreed earlier that being seen taking separate elevators, going to two different rooms, was the better idea.

“How is your view?” he murmurs, coming through.

You follow him as he looks out the window, lifting your cigarette back to your lips. He takes in the stretch of street below.

“It’s better now,” you murmur.

He takes a moment for the words to stick, and he glances back, his eyes dropping to your bare feet.

“Are you sure you don’t mind I visit your room? I only would impose in case mine was bugged.”

He makes it sound as if he is unworthy of your attention, and you glance away with a smile, exhaling.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, and you stare at him, your cheeks warm. “You are always so beautiful.”

Occasionally his words still astonish you, even after learning his language over the years. He approaches you, hands coming up to hold your face. You kiss him for the first time in days, sighing as he pulls you into an embrace. When he pulls back, he takes your cigarette for a quick puff.

“Are you quite hungry yet?” you murmur.

“Starving,” he replies, and he kisses you again.

He all but devours you as you walk into the bedroom, cigarette hastily mashed in the ashtray, the dish nearly knocked off the nightstand in your hurry. Your tongues tangle as you give yourself to him, your chest a vice as your pour into him, holding his face as your hips cradle his.

A bed. A whole bed to yourselves, and it’s heavenly. His hand is under your dress and between your thighs, your breath catching as he rubs you over your underwear, the weight of his body on yours pressing you further down…

In no time at all, you both are naked, rolling together with the blankets pushed aside. Your hair curtains you both as you lie on top of him, your legs twining. Not quite joined, you stretch out the moment longer, revelling in the fact that there are no barriers between you. This is the first time you’ve seen each other completely naked, and he can’t stop touching you everywhere, caressing you and kissing you.

You cry out when he pushes inside you, pulling you down, your whole body shaking as he stretches, his blue eyes endless beneath you. The smell of his bare skin makes you want to cry.

“Robert,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut when he rubs where he splits you open.

He kisses the column of your neck and grazes his teeth there, knees pulling up for better leverage, fucking you slow and hard. You dissolve into pure pleasure, slumping forward as he holds you against him, chest to chest…

“Darling,” he whispers, and then he curls his fingers in your hair.

You kiss him hard, having recovered enough to be fully within your body once again. He groans, muffled against your lips. You cling to one another, and you sense him trying to delay the inevitable, his breath coming in short pants against your neck. The push and pull of your bodies becomes a frenzy, as he gives in to it all, pulling back at the last second to finish on your stomach.

You both stare down at the mess, panting together, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Are you alright?” he whispers, and you nod dazedly.

“I would like a drink now,” you whisper, and he nods.

A beat or two and then he begins to chuckle, long and low, slumping so he lies half on top of you, his growing laughter filling your ears.

Also, congratulations to Cillian for winning the Golden Globe for Oppenheimer! I was at work when he won so I didn't get to see his speech live. :/ Anyway, thank you for reading and know that all likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 🖤

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#oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #fem reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy #near zero #j robert oppenheimer

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lambsouvlaki · 1 year ago

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The Crime Lord (AU)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, suggestive banter.

Word Count: 1,520

Summary: In an AU where Jason never stopped his crime lord ways, his partner is threatened and they have to decide if they're ready to take the next step.

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She looked carefully through her blinds. The man in the street was still there, hanging around the sealed up entrance of an old video rental store.

She noticed him about five minutes ago when doing a cursory check just before she started getting ready for bed. The gun in the pocket of his padded jacket was not well hidden, neither was the gang tattoo on his neck. She couldn’t make out the affiliation from this range. It could be nothing. There were a lot of nasty looking characters in Crime Alley.

He looked up at her window again.

Too big a risk.

She texted Jason. He replied immediately.

Muttering angrily she wrapped a coat over her pyjamas and shoved her boots onto her feet. She threw her laptop and a few vital personal effects into a bag. She switched the tv on, knowing the moving lights would shine on the thin curtains. Wait, her phone charger, needed that.

A heavy knock on the door rang out while she was still reaching down behind her bedside table.

She took a steadying breath, in and out. She peered through the spyhole. Two men in black armoured gear with no identifying symbols stood in the corridor. She didn’t recognise either of them. Jason’s message said to expect a Larry and a Gavin.

She opened the door.

“Ma’am,” the older of the two said, a heavyset man with a bald patch and black gloves. The other was a young and wiry sort with a patchy beard. Both looked like the sort of person who knew how to dispose of a body in five minutes or less. Neither really looked at her, which was promising.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Gavin and Larry, ma’am,” the same man said without any detectable expression. Those definitely weren’t their real names but it served its purpose. “Come with us, please.”

She nodded, slung her bag over her shoulder, and followed them out. She locked the door behind her.

The younger man held his hand out for the keys. Damnit, she’d liked this place.

“There’s a very nice lasagna in the fridge. If you’re going to empty out the place anyway.”

Gavin or possibly Larry’s lip quirked very briefly.

They led her out the back of the apartment building to the alley with its dumpsters and a bike missing both its wheels. The older guy walked in front of her and the other behind, all the way up to the tall chain link fence, which they helped her climb. A suitably forgettable old car waited for them on the other side.

She really really hoped these were Jason’s guys. She was 99% sure they were, but there was always a moment of doubt before getting into a strange car to go to who knew where. They hadn’t checked her bag or taken her phone off her, which Black Mask’s goons always started with, followed by a blow to the back of the head. They could be from Little Italy of course, Falcone’s guys still held to notions of respect, when it suited them. Or they were paid off by the Bats. Probably not though. She wasn’t a pro but this wasn’t her first rodeo.

They brought her to the docks, to one warehouse among hundreds.

It was seemingly empty, with only its security lights on. She couldn’t see anyone around. Her escort walked her up to an office space on the second floor, while the other disappeared with the car. They stopped at a room with an electronic lock. She entered her own code, and the little light blinked green.

Alone, she entered a plain white room with no windows and some basic furniture. She would bet her entire meagre lift savings that Larry and/or Gavin was standing guard outside.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was how Jason showed his love, she knew that. All the things he couldn’t say were hidden in the effort he put into her safety.

Then she shook herself out of her grousing, got her laptop out and sat down at the desk. There was a cot in the corner but she wasn’t getting any sleep now.

Hours later, when her eyes were starting to sting and she was eyeing up the cot with more interest, the door beeped.

The Red Hood walked in.

She leaned back. He wore his helmet and his brown jacket hung open. There was a fine blood splatter over the plain grey armour beneath it, fresh enough to still be red.

He sat opposite her at the desk, and slouched back with a sigh. His head rolled back on his neck.

“How’s your night?” she asked.

He grunted.

“Hm,” she replied and typed another line of her email.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said, voice rumbling through the modulator. She stopped typing. She closed the laptop.

“Doesn’t that just make detection more dangerous? If they find me now it doesn’t compromise you.”

“It may as well,” he said, lifting his head to look at her. “I’m always going to come get you, and security is better at my place.”

She looked back at him thoughtfully. “We agreed it would cut into your work too much, and disrupt my life.”

“You know you have to move again either way. For the second time this year.” He sighed heavily. “I’m already disrupting your life.”

She didn’t like the defeated tone sneaking in through the modulation. She had gotten very good at detecting the nuances that snuck through the voice changer over the last year.

She got up and walked around the desk. She inclined her head in a way that asked if he had any injuries she needed to be aware of. He shook his head. She straddled his lap. His hands found her waist, snaking under her shirt and idly caressed the skin there. He didn’t even snort at the canary yellow pyjamas hiding under her coat, a sure sign he was worried.

“And the disruption it would mean to your life?” she asked.

“I can make it work. But you would have to be more careful. Much more careful.”

“Yes, I suppose I do.” She smiled sadly. “Even if I don’t move in, I can’t keep pretending I’m living a normal life anymore.

“Don’t ask me to keep endangering you. If not this then…”

“Take the helmet off.”

He lifted it off and the terror who commanded half of Gotham’s undercity and petrified the other half disappeared like smoke. Only the man she loved more than she could articulate remained. He wasn’t in a domino mask tonight, and stormy green eyes looked up at her beseechingly.

“This is the only way I can keep you safe while still being with you. Anything else is reckless.” He ducked his head. “Staying together is reckless enough already.”

She blinked through the hurt that lanced through her at that statement. He wasn’t even wrong, which made it worse. She knew they were playing with fire, and sooner or later someone would get burned. Today it wasn’t them. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

“I need an answer sweetheart.” He sounded preemptively heartbroken, but his face was hard. Braced for the final blow.

“Can you tell me… do you want me to move in with you purely for safety reasons?”

He cocked his head.

“If nobody was trying to kill us,” she said, halting. “If you weren’t the most wanted man in Gotham, and we had the luxury of doing what we wanted purely because we wanted to… would you still ask me to move in with you?”

He studied her for a long moment.

She swallowed and braced for the blow. She knew she wasn’t his first love. Gotham would forever have the larger claim on his heart. But she had to know if her claim on him was as serious as his claim on her.

“Yes. I would,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t you know I love you?”

She made a soft noise in her throat. She cupped his jaw and pressed her lips to his. He titled his mouth against hers, drinking deeply of her.

Finally she pulled back to breathe, panting against his lips. He squeezed her thighs, bracketing his legs. His arousal pressed against her.

“Is that your final answer?” he asked in a husky drawl.

“Yeah.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I’ll move in with you. I’m in love with you, you know.”

He flashed an extremely self-satisfied grin.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. “If I didn’t have Black Mask’s man who tracked you down waiting for me in a pool of his own blood, I would bend you over this table right now to celebrate.”

She snorted. “Come home with all your limbs attached and your blood mostly still inside of you, and we can celebrate all day.”

He nipped her lips. “I’ll come get you when I’m done. Gonna take you home.”

She kissed him again.

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#AU where Red Hood never gave up his criminal empire #Bruce is sulking just off screen #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x oc #my fanfic #dc #Red Hood's goons #established relationship #angst with a happy ending

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 10 months ago

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For @nrdmssgs

SoapxGN!Reader, can be read platonic, friendly or romantic

Tiredly, you shuffled to the entryway of your apartment to check who it was through the spyhole, but the only thing you could see where... flowers?

There was a knock on your door, but you weren't expecting anyone.

"Delivery fer y/n!"

It couldn't be.

You hastily opened the door and there he was. John MacTavish, all toothy grin and broad shoulders, with an enormous bouquet in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" You croaked, too stunned to even remember you were wearing your comfy "home" attire, which was by no means what you would wear to any kind of gathering.

"What does it look like, hen?" He chuckled, standing right there, looking at you with his baby blue eyes.

You were always weak to those puppy eyes.

"I... I told you I wasn't feeling well to go to the pub and watch the match"

"Aye, ye did" He shrugged, still grinning, but not explaining further. That was usual in him, to invade both your thoughts and vicinity, and not explain why.

"Then, why...?" You sighed, smiling against your will. You couldn't help it, even with the ice daggers piercing your body, mind and soul.

"Dinnae ken, hen" Soap shrugged, shifting his weight from his bad knee to the other. "Figured if Muhammad dinnae go to the mountain, the mountain would come fer ye"

You blinked, your sight suddenly blurry, but you were able to fight it back. Maybe watching the match on the tv together would help with keep away the thoughts for a while.

"Please, come in..." You moved aside to allow him in, and he promptly stepped inside, handing you the flowers.

Your favourite flowers. But not only your favourites, but also his, your mothers, and any type of flower you had ever voiced a liking to, making it an inmense cacophony of colours that made your eyes teary again.

"Johnny, this is too m..." You started protesting after closing the door, following him to the living room, where you found him already sprawled over your sofa.

"Nope" Johnny playfully patted the seat beside him. "Ye c'mere and relax that pretty head of yers"

You stared at him for a moment, your heart swelling with gratefulness.

Everyone should have someone like Johnny in their lives.

"I'll put them in water first" You fled to the kitchen, to do as you said, but also to have a quiet sob.

Or maybe not so quiet, because you felt two strong, thick arms circling your waist and pushing you back against a broad chest. His chin came to rest on your head.

"Thought ye were gonna use the tap and not yer tears, bonnie"

You laughed tearfully. He always managed to make you laugh, no matter how sad or desperate you felt.

With the soothing humming coming from the depths of his chest, you managed to finish fixing the flowers in a pretty vase, and then you allowed him to walk you back to the sofa.

Johnny didn't ask. He never did, instead being just a reliable, strong presence that you could rely or support yourself against. He never asked, or interrogated, or tried to guess. He was just... there.

Ready to listen, and uh-huh and nod and sometimes curse in the most ridiculous and high-pitched fake squeak to make you laugh even through your tears and anguish.

So with the match as background noise, and with yourself comfortably nestled against a very warm Scot, you felt the nasty thoughts wash away. You even felt sleepy, after being up countless nights, lost in your head and your demons.

And when you finally drifted to sleep, lulled by the steady, firm heartbeat under your cheek and his fingers combing through your hair, you heard him murmur something soothing that you couldn't quite understand, but made your heart sing.

#cod x reader #soap x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap mctavish #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish

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ex0skeletal-undead · 1 year ago

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Spyhole by Kristian Tsvetanov

#art #illustration #painting #dark art #horror #fantasy #macabre #eyes #staring

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brightlybound · 1 year ago

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“i should still hate you. why can’t I hate you?” for hinny as a prompt please?? :)))

Just angst this time. 😇 Read here or below.

The Coop

Mum is not well enough to assign chores, so Ginny selects some on her own.

She must stay busy, mindless, if not she will go mad.

The first day back at The Burrow, Ginny has to accustom herself to bare walls, an empty living room, the smell of something burnt lingering in the air. She opens the windows wide, makes up the new beds, avoids Fred and George’s old room like the plague. Fleur takes charge of the visitors and the hoards of prepared meals they bring along, and they eat dinner on uncomfortable, conjured furniture, no happiness in magic anymore, no satisfaction of a cushioned seat.

On the second day back, Bill brings home a second-hand dining table with matching chairs, and he sands it all down with a wave of his wand, erasing scrapes marks and mending water rings with ease. Ginny occupies her spare time with staining it all by hand. The mechanical movements thankfully blur her brain, blur time, and when she’s finished, there's dinner, Dreamless Sleep Draught, and bed again.

Three days back now, and she keeps her ears pricked for a voice she longs to hear. After her heart has risen with anticipation and fallen from disappointment a good dozen times, she steers clear of the fireside and locks herself in her room.

It is on the seventh day that she finds Mum sitting at the dining table laden heavily with breakfast dishes. The dirty clothes Ginny had bunched up and left in baskets by the scullery last night are empty, the sound of the washing cauldrons is something of a dull roar in the room.

“It’s six in the morning,” is Ginny’s greeting.

Mum smiles over at her, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “And you’re dressed for the day.”

“I was going to start breakfast. And laundry.”

What will I do now?

The thought of Death pounds away at her head almost immediately, and perhaps Mum sees the flicker of panic in her eyes…

“Your father is purchasing chickens today.”

Death retreats, but only just, a lingering presence she is all too familiar with.

“Chickens?” she asks dumbly.

Mum nods, offers, “You could muck out the coop.”

That would take hours without a wand.

It was perfect.

After helping herself to a stack of toast and bacon, Ginny heads outside in Percy’s old jean shorts, Ron’s ratty Martin Miggs shirt, and her filthiest pair of trainers. Sweat immediately soaks through her bra upon beginning the hard, disgusting work, yet she’s practically gleeful as she rakes out old hay and droppings, scrubs the little platform down with a brush and rag so thoroughly that it looks virtually unused. And there are still weeds to pull! Grass to trim! Her head is blissfully empty, thank god.

It is after she surveys her work, sees a loose board near the roof of the coop, and climbs in to fix it that it happens: a sudden crack of apparition, close enough to be in the wards. Ginny starts, banging her head on the overhead rafters, and peeks out through the unfastened bit of paneling. With a sharp breath, she pulls away, heart hammering in her chest.

Harry’s here.

She is debating on whether or not to hide in the enclosure until he leaves, escape in favor of another hiding spot, or march into the house and demand to know where he’s been, when she notices movement from her spyhole and sees him again, striding out of The Burrow almost as soon as he’d entered, peering over at the coop quizzically.

Her mother has divulged her location. Bugger it all.

“Ginny?” he calls when he’s only feet away. “Are you… er, are you in there?”

She rubs at her sore head with the heel of her hand and looks down at herself miserably. There was nothing for it.

Grudgingly, she responds, “Yeah. I’ll be right out.”

Wiping the perspiration from her face with the collar of her shirt and wringing her grubby fingers in its hem, Ginny tightens the extra fabric in a little knot at her waist and takes another breath of stale air. She ducks awkwardly out of the hutch and hops down to face him.

She shields her eyes from the sun to squint openly at him. He’s shaved, perhaps yesterday, judging by the amount of stubble around his jaw, and his hair has been trimmed up a few inches, shorter than the style he’d worn when he was fourteen, but longer than subsequent years. His skin is still bordering sickly pale, his cheeks hollow, and the brand-new Auror robes he wears hang somewhat loosely off his shoulders. Her gaze lingers over the straps and brass buckles pulling across his chest.

“Hey,” he says finally.

She waits, not wanting to make this too easy. It’s been a week since Fred’s funeral, a week since she laid eyes on him last. A week too bloody long.

“How are you?”

When she doesn’t answer, Harry blanches.

“Right. Right, um… Ron and Hermione just left. For Australia.”

“Yes, I know. They stopped by last night to tell us.” It takes everything not to hex him, so she asks him instead, hoping to get a rise out of him, “Are you bored?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Bored?”

“That’s why you came by, isn’t it? Because you’re bored?” There’s a real bite to her words, bitterness and anger shaking her voice. “Finally remembered I’m here?”

He struggles for a moment, the very picture of surprised, then says, “This is the first spare moment I’ve gotten since—”

“This is different, you know. You can’t just—” She’d be lucky if she makes any sense. She suddenly can’t string two thoughts together. “Everything is different now. I should still hate you.”

He'd left her, left her, could have been out of her life forever, willingly walked into the Black Forest and left her. Yet somehow, he was here, alive and still, still, there’s not enough time for them. She came second every time, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it.

And god, god, why did it even matter?

Fred was dead.

Ginny’s head spins, and she leans back against the chicken coop for support. “Why can’t I hate you?”

Harry is looking down at his feet, then raises his eyes to scan over the fields of green. His tone is low, quiet, when he says, “I’m sorry.”

Ginny exhales roughly through her nose, exhaustion settling over her like a weighted blanket. She shuts her burning eyes so Harry does not see.

“I’m tired." She hates the way her voice is pitched high and broken. “I’m so fucking tired.”

His hand is gentle, gripping her wrist and pulling her against him. She folds into him and cries.

#hp #hinny #harry/ginny #prompts #asks #answered #anon #brightlybound #my writing

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eleni-cherie · 1 year ago

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.3

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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It was way after midnight, when a knock on the door made the three women perk up from their seats around the room of the hide-out, waiting for any signs of the guys.

"Valentine, we know you're in there! Open the door!" a strong male voice suddenly rang from the other side, making Soyeon and Cassandra tense with fear of having been caught when Arabella simply waved them off with a knowing look. Walking to the door and crossing her arms. She coughed then.

"H-hello, who is it?" she said in a cranky weak voice. Mimicking an old woman. She peaked through the spyhole, giggling when seeing Jimin's dumbfounded expression. He wasn't the only one who could mess around with the other.

"Bella, open the door," he whined then, getting impatient, "I know it's you!"

She pursed her lips, unlocking the door and assuming a look of innocence again. "Suits you right for always trying messing with me," she huffed when opening it. Making him laugh lightly.

"That's the least I can do since you keep ignoring my concerns of you getting in danger," he shrugged then. "You know I don't want you to act on your own."

"I wasn't on my own. I got some friends helping me."

Her boyfriend gave her a look of pity, stifling a chuckle. "You don't have any friends, my love."

"Hey! What am I then?" A voice that sounded highly offended, was heard from further down the apartment. And he recognised it. His forehead ceased as he stepped inside. Only now spotting the other two girls there. Cassandra giving him a scowl while Soyeon was awkwardly waving at him. And his eyes widened, taken-aback as those two were the last people he'd expected to meet there. "Oh!"

His eyes then went back to his girlfriend, giving her a puzzled look when steps were heard on the staircase. "Ya, Jimin!" Taehyung whisper-shouted then when finally reaching the top of the stairs, "Why are you standing there?" Behind his broad shoulders, Yoongi peeked his head from the side. Both wondering why Jimin was standing there at the entrance hall and not getting inside.

"Did your little prank not work?" the older guy teased as both walked up to him. Their chuckles soon dying down when reaching him and seeing the reason themselves. And the door slowly closed behind them.

"Cassandra, what the hell are you doing here?"

Taehyung was the first one to speak up, clicking his tongue as he frowned at his wife. Causing her to pout. He sighed then when seeing he wasn't getting any answer, turning to Arabella. "Why did you let her come here?"

"Hey, this was not my idea!" the dyed-brunette defended herself. "She blackmailed me!"

"Leave Bella alone," Cassandra interfered then and got up, "I'm an adult and make decisions myself. Bella warned me but it was me who insisted on tagging along."

"Uhm, same for me," Soyeon said then, glancing at the copper-haired girl for a second before also standing up to back her up. "She tried holding us back but we wouldn't."

"That's actually quite cute," Jimin mumbled then with a smile before noticing Taehyung side-eyeing him evily. And he folded his lips, quickly adding, "B-but also very reckless of you."

Yoongi remained quiet all this time. His expression collected contrary to Taehyung's furious one, brown irises on the black-haired girl who was avoiding his glance.

"I assume that fire alarm in the evening that left us all drenched was your doing then." The three nodded.

"It was the distraction to slide the weapons to you through the door."

"So.." He motioned with his chin to Cassandra and Soyeon. "..does that mean you two helped Arabella in returning our weapons?"

"Actually.." the two older girls exchanged a look, before looking at Soyeon. "I only did the technical part, you know, security cameras, giving directions, creating fake IDs, setting off the alarm for distraction.." Arabella grinned at Jimin then. "So I kept my promise of staying out of danger."

Rolling his eyes, Jimin huffed out a dry laugh. "It's something I guess." He lightly poked her bump then. "But next time stay completely out of it. Okay?" He gave her a pleading smile to which she pouted, mumbling a small 'okay'.

"And I only went to the evidence storage and got the weapons out by putting them into the vent.." Cassandra mumbled then, scratching her arm. She knew that saying it quietly and downplaying it probably wouldn't be enough to distract from how risky her part indeed was and yet, she tried it. Only to obviously fail as Taehyung let out a loud snort. Getting more upset at the thought of her doing all that.

"Seriously? That's one of the most difficult parts and you're unexperienced!"

"Bella couldn't do it because of all the new security measures," Cassandra protested, getting sulkier as she knew he was right but didn't want to admit it, "So yeah, I wanted to help. You got a problem?"

Her challenging look made Taehyung purse his lips. Their intense staring battle making everyone grow quiet, looking at them expectedly. Eventually, he dragged a sigh and gave in, knowing his girl's stubborness too well. "Fine." He walked up to her then, flicking his finger on her forehead then with a grin. She flinched, rubbing the spot while looking at him puzzled. "But this was the first and only time you do something like this. Got it?"

The red-head puffed her cheeks. "Don't tell me what to do.." she mumbled then, causing him to roll his eyes annoyed.

"New security measures?" Yoongi wondered out loud then in hopes of shifting the subject as that statement had sparkled his own curiosity, "There were more than just the different detention area?"

"Yeah," Arabella slowly nodded then, "Everyone entering a new area was getting checked for any disguises and had to enter codes."

"What would you've done if those two didn't tag along though?"

"I'd have obviously found another way in, like I always do!" she scoffed, folding her arms offended by him implying she'd need help to break in anywhere. Because she didn't and she had originally planned to do it on her own anyway.

"But wait," Taehyung's brows furrowed and he faced Soyeon, "And what did you do?"

Soyeon's eyes widened. She knew her part was probably the most risky one and the thought of Yoongi's reaction to hearing it, terrified her in a way. Her eyes unintentionally peeking at him, catching him staring at her with a questioning look as well.

He might get terribly angry at her. Even if not as much as Taehyung about his wife partaking in this since her and Yoongi weren't nearly as close. It still concerned her. Because depending on how he took the information, he might not want to have anything to do with her anymore.

"I.. I was the one sneaking into the basement area with the fake ID and giving you your weapons.."

Yoongi's breath hinched at this, his eyes falling to the ground. Jaw clenching.

He didn't say anything, growing silent while everyone else was talking across each other then. Not noticing her worrying over the guy who was quietly standing there, avoiding her gaze.

Was he disappointed in her? She couldn't tell.

Honestly, she might've preferred him yelling at her instead.

"Anyway," Jimin spoke up then, clapping his hands and catching everyone's attention. Pointing with his thumb towards the door, "We should get going soon before they notice our absence." He glanced at his watch then. 2:01am. "We got four hours before their patrol time."

"You actually managed escaping without them noticing?" Soyeon asked surprised, to which Taehyung and Jimin laughed, grinning proudly.

"Of course, we ain't thieves for nothing." And with their guns and Yoongi's sword it really wasn't hard. "But that means we don't have much time left."

They began disgussing possible escape plans to flee the country when Soyeon felt a hand wrap around her wrist, tugging her to another room.

The door closed softly and behind her stood Yoongi. A stoic look on his face.

"So what's your excuse?"

Swallowing, her mind went blank in the attempt to shape any cohesive sentences to defend herself. "My excuse?" she eventually said confused to buy herself some time.

"Yeah, your excuse for doing something irrational as this."

Neither his voice nor his eyes gave off the impression of him being genuinely mad at her. No, they were calm and if she hadn't noticed him pressing his jaw together, she'd have thought he was unaffected by it all. "If it's because I helped you back in Italy - I didn't do it expecting a favour from you. Especially not this kind of favour."

"I know."

She knew he'd never expect anything in return. The girls had told her about the numerous times he'd helped his friends without any questions or favours asked. And she knew he never expected anything back when risking his retirement and life for her either.

And perhaps this was why she felt obligated to do it. Because he deserved others risking it all for him as well.

She watched his brows furrow at her answer. Showing a sign of distress after all. "Then why did you?"

"I could ask you the same," she countered. Feeling quite accomplished when noticing he wasn't going to use his go-to reply. His lips only parted, as if he wanted to say something after all but couldn't bring himself to. Looking away instead.

"I.. I asked first," he mumbled eventually. A gentle smile curving on her lips at his childish act of avoiding answering.

Soyeon wasn't certain where her sudden burst of confidence came from. Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe the adrenaline still rushing through her veins. Maybe the fact she was alone with him again for the first time in almost a week. She breathed then, holding his steady eyes with care. "I guess.. we do irrational things for the person we care about. And I care about you. Because.. because you mean something to me. Something I can’t really put into words yet."

A short huff left his lips as they tried their best not to curl into a smile. She wouldn't get away with it so easily, he wouldn't just let it slide. Or let it get into his head, the fact she had just admitted to having feelings for him.

"That's a pretty dumb reason, still."

"It's good enough for me though."

His irises met her feline eyes. It felt as if someone slapped him across his face, feeling a sudden rush spreading inside his chest. And he stepped forward to close the gap between them. Cupping her cheeks and lightly squeazing them between his warm palms. Making a little pout appear on her cherry-lips. Her heart racing faster against her chest as she held his gaze. Getting lost in it.

His eyes flickered over her face then, over the healing wound that would hopefully not turn into a scar, her sparkly eyes, her rosy cheeks, her plush lips. Lingering on the latter a bit longer.

"Maybe I did it for the same reason," he breathed then. Seeing her eyes widening, blood rushing through her veins. "Did you?"

He bit back a smile, caressing her cheek with a thumb. "I did."

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes. Everything around them falling apart when his lips met hers.

They had kissed before, but this time felt different. It felt deep and desperate. Determined and fierce. Soft and gentle. Everything all at once. Pulling the air from her lungs. And she gave into it, her body reacted instinctively as it remembered the touch of his lips. Pulling him closer and returning the kiss with equal passion.

Feeling her small hands gripping on the fabric around his waist brought him back to his senses as he'd got lost in the taste of her for a moment.

He retreated for a fraction of an inch, still close enough so she could feel his warm breath on her lips. He was breathing heavily. She carefully blinked her eyes open, seeing him already looking at her. Voice filled with sorrow at his following words.

"I'm gonna miss you."

And Soyeon's heart burst inside her ribcage. Reality crushing down like a sudden downpour. No, like a wave hitting the shore.

This had been a goodbye kiss.

He was returning to Taiwan, while she had to stay back in Seoul.

And tears formed in her eyes at the realisation of the situation.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" he whispered. Not able hiding his own sadness in his eyes.

"I'm gonna miss you, too."

He nodded quietly, wiping the tears from her flushed cheek. "It's better like this, trust me."

"I highly doubt it," she smiled in agony.

He dragged a sigh. "You are better off without someone like me. You deserve a normal life, Soyeon. A happy life. Not a chaotic one."

"I can make my own decisions," she quietly said, repeating Cassandra's words from earlier, "I could just come with you if I wanted.."

"You don't want that." He shook his head lightly, disapproval in his expression. "If you disappeared now, they'd know you were involved in this."

Truthfully, she hadn't thought of that possibility. However, did she even care at this point?

"S-so what?"

"Don't - don't do something you might regret later just for me."

Her lips pressed into a thin line when another silent tear rolled down her flushed cheek.

"It's okay," he said then. His smile not meeting his eyes. "You got your life here. Your job, your family, your friends. You'll get over it."

"I don't -" she choked out, more tears threatening to escape, "I don't wanna get over you."

And he looked at her with equal anguish in his eyes because truth was, he didn't want to get over her either. But he knew he eventually had to, it was better this way. Even when his chest was burning with ache.

And in a swift move he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Crandling her body against his as tightly as he could. A lump forming in his throat, hindering him from saying anything that was on his mind. And he felt her sobs against his chest while her own arms embraced him, clutching onto him. Making everything hurt only more.

"Yoongi? Where are you guys? We need to head to Incheon, there's a ship leaving in two hours for Keelung!"

He swallowed when hearing his friend's voice calling for him from the other side of the door and he stepped back. Placing a gentle kiss on the wound on her forehead. Yoongi didn't want to kiss her goodbye, he wanted to kiss her goonight - there was a huge difference. But he couldn't allow himself to.

And she breathed in his scent for the last time, trying memorising it along with the warmth of his body for the many sleepless nights that she was sure would follow.

"Goodbye, Yoongi."

"Goodbye, angel."

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The cold sea wind brushed over Yoongi's tired face which was resting on his folded arms on the railing, tousling his long strands. Absentmindedly, he was staring at the infinite black and blue. The early morning hours added a gloomy colour to the cloudy sky and his soul.

They'd need over a day to reach Taiwan by ship, but considering they had stolen someone else's reservation on that cruise ship, misleading them into thinking te trip was canceled and security measures weren't as strict as at airports - with far less cameras around as well - interpol most likely wouldn't find out they had chosen that rather old-school and slow method to get back. At least they hoped they wouldn't do so in time.

With a sigh, he pushed himself off the cold metal bars. About to go back inside and escape the numbing chilliness of the open sea, when he spotted Taehyung approaching him. Hands shoved in his pockets as he came to a halt beside him. Eyes staring out into the sea.

"Couldn't sleep either?" the younger man asked then. To which Yoongi only dragged a sigh.

"Not really, no."

Taehyung hummed, inspecting him carefully before his gaze returned to the sea. "You know, I understand why you did it."

"Did what?"

"Broke things off with her before it developed to something more." It wasn't hard to tell why Yoongi was so restless. Taehyung might not have been as great in analysing people and seeing right through them as Jimin, but it hadn't been hard for him to tell something was off when Yoongi and Soyeon had come out of that room. It'd been written all over their faces, their red eyes giving it away.

Taehyung's gaze then fell on the waves underneath them, created by the ship as the older guy remained silent. "Remember I did the same with Cas back then. Or at least tried to.. Although you have a benefit I didn't have at that time."

Yoongi's brow perked up at this, glancing at him curiously. "Which is?"

His lips pulled into a wide lopsided smirk. "You aren't an active criminal anymore, living a peaceful life in a country interpol can't catch you. I didn't have that back then."

His friend shrugged, not really seeing the benefit in that. "My life might not be as dangerous as it used to anymore. And the danger this time came from her side, not mine. But still.. you can't predict what might happen. With people like us.. do we ever truly retire?" He glanced at him and Taehyung caught the glimpse of a tear in his eyes. "And I couldn't ask her to just throw away her life back there, just to come with me and see where things might go. Because it might not go anywhere in the end and what then?" He let out a dry laugh. "Then she'd have thrown her life away for nothing."

"You ain't 'nothing' though," Taehyung replied with a stern tone, patting his shoulder, "And I don't think she'd have risked getting involved in this if there was nothing."

Licking over his cold lips, Yoongi let out a sarcastic hum. He knew Soyeon's reason. She had told him after all, but he didn't plan to simply share it with everyone. It'd feel like boasting and he didn't want that. Because it didn't change his mind. He didn't want her to endanger herself like this for him, no matter her feelings.

"Whatever her reason was," he carefully spoke up then, "It was still reckless."

"Oh, definitely!" Taehyung exclaimed, chuckling, "I'm still hella mad at Cas about it. But what happened, happened. I only hope I'll never get nicked like this again. Knowing her she might do it again now that she tasted blood."

"Guess that's the minus of having a wife who's so enthusiastic about that profession."

Taehyung laughed under his breath. "Hm, her reason was quite childish actually," he said amused, "Arabella told her Soyeon persisted in helping. So Cas got a lil' jealous and wanted to join as well. You'd think a grown-ass medical doctor wouldn't behave like a child.. anyway." He shook his head with a half-hearted laugh, still mad whenever he reminded himself about it. And yet, he couldn't deny how much he admired his girl's braveness. And it also flattered him how Cassandra had risked getting caught to save him, just like he'd do for her.

Yoongi remained silent. His gaze wandering to the raising sun somewhere behind the horizon. Tinting the clouds in specks of orange.

All this time he'd assumed Soyeon had only agreed on this because of the other two women. He never thought she'd actually been the one initiating it, even persuading Cassandra to it. Proving to be a far better and selfless person than he already knew she was. And still, it didn't change anything. Her life was in Seoul, his was in Tainan.

Maybe in another life, a different universe, where he was a music producer also living a normal life in Seoul, they could be together. And that thought somewhat comforted him when he returned to his cabin. Falling asleep to the thought of her.

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HiViz Neighbour

Alec opened his door to leave for work just as his new neighbour opened his.

‘Hi mate so you’re my new neighbor, good to meet you, I’m Fred. You’re obviously an office guy from the way you are dressed.’

Alec looked a bit shocked as his new neighbor was in full Hiviz, from his rigger boots , his yellow trousers, yellow T shirt and jacket. The guy was about 40 and clearly liked a few beers judging from his beer gut, a big guy with shaved head and thick neck.

‘Yeah,’ Alec replied, ‘What about you?’ taking in the full picture. There was something about the guy, not exactly good looking but his big frame in the Hi Viz had something that Alec liked so much that as he stood in front of his neighbour he could feel his cock thickening

‘Yeh I work on the roads and down the drains. Doesn’t sound a great job but I love it and we are always looking for new guys to join us. What about you?’ he said with a smile

‘I don’t think so’, Alec blushed

‘If you put on the HiViz you’d feel a different person and then who knows? When you wear Hiviz you hardly ever wear anything else. So think what I’ve said’

‘I will’ Alec mumbled, ‘but I’ve got to get off to work.’

‘Hope to see you soon mate, I’m usually back by 7pm.’

As Alec walked down the passage in the apartment block he saw his new neighbor putting up a couple of coat hooks outside his apartment

‘Not meant to be allowed’ Alec said to himself ‘but I don’t fancy getting on the wrong side of him.’ He put his hand to his crotch pushing it back a bit so the outline of his semi hardon was not visible.

When Alec got home hanging on the two hooks was HiViz gear and under a pair of high mud caked rubber boots.

‘Odd’ he thought as Fred said he’s not usually back until 7.’ Sure enough Alec peeped through his spyhole and saw Fred arrive back in other gear to what was hanging there. As he looked at Fred’s rear view in his tight HiViz so he let his hand go down to his crotch and rub himself.

Next day the same clothes were hanging outside. Alec looked at his watch and thought if Fred is not back for an hour maybe I could borrow. Looking around the passage of the block and seeing no one he quickly lifted the Hi Viz and boots and rushed inside.

Knowing he only had limited time he quickly stripped off and already his cock was hard at the thought of putting on someone else’s Hi Viz clothes. He knew it would probably look ridiculous as Fred was so much bigger. First the thick yellowish socks but before he lifted them up to his nose and though they had been hanging on a hook he could smell cheesy feet. They had been on someone’s feet for days and the more he smelt the more he rubbed his nose into them finally ramming them into his mouth like a gag the smell beginning to almost overpower him making his cock almost vertical with excitement. Once the socks were on he noticed that they actually fitted him and yet looking at Fred’s boots they were at least 2-3 sizes bigger than his own feet. Not noticing this so much he wanted to get the hi viz trousers on which there was a thick belt at the top. As he slowly brought them up his leg so he could feel his dick rub against the yellow nylon, hoping that Fred’s cock had also rubbed against it perhaps letting out some pee drips or even better the left overs of some cum. Thinking they would be too long and too wide for him he was surprised when he discovered they fitted perfectly and in anything seemed slightly tight around his waist. Before buckling the belt he slid the yellow stained singlet vest over his head. He could see it was very stained under the armpits from sweat and had a couple of holes in the front one looking at where his nipple might be. As he tucked in the vest it was tight against his body and he felt as if his waist has expanded not just a little but a lot. His heart was beating so much from putting on the clothes and his cock starting to ooze precum from rubbing against the nylon and he did not bother to look down his body as his put on the high rubber boots which came up over his Hi viz trousers. He felt amazing, was shaking with lust in his borrowed clothing, dirty clothing which he would never be able to try on had it not been for his new neighbour.

He went to stand in front of the mirror and looked at himself expecting to see him in clothing too big but still making him feel so sexed up. He stood back in shock. It was not his reflection, it was someone totally different staring back at him with a face also stunned but it was a workie he was looking at in the mirror. He guy in the mirror was 6’ 2’’ with wide muscled shoulders and long arms covered in tattoos ending in thick working mens’ hands. He had shaved sides to his head and yet a mass on thick black curls on top, he was unshaven and clearly with a heavy 2 day growth. As for his body it was covered in thick black hair erupting out the side of his vest and well up into his neck and down his tattooed arms. His stomach was thick the result of too many beers and slightly hung over the tightened belt. He was a bear of a man. As Alec looked down he could see a thick long cock tenting out in the Hi viz trousers. This was not him but someone totally different he was staring at. In some ways he was staring at a man he would love to be but he was terrified and in a panic quickly stripped off the clothes away from the mirror.

Having taken everything off he meekly went back to the mirror and there was his own reflection. He breathed a sigh of relief but then looked a bit more closely. He wasn’t exactly the same. His fair hair looked a bit darker and yes there was a bit of curl in what was usually straight hair. He looked slightly taller and his arms had a very slight blue haze to them. Was he looking a bit fatter around the waist? Even as he looked at his dick he thought there was a difference, the colour of the shaft seemed darker and where he had been circumsized there looked like the beginning of a foreskin.

Alec had to get the clothes back on to that hook as it was approaching the time Fred returned. He just managed to hang them and get in doors when he heard Fred walking up the passage and putting his key in the door. Alec could think of nothing else all evening and when he went to bed he started to remember in his mind the guy he saw in the mirror and immediately he had an erection. The more he thought of this workie the more his hand moved down to caress his shaft, working harder and harder as the image strengthened until he came in spurts of white cum up and over his chest.

Next morning Alec looked again in the mirror and could see there were still changes to his body. He had to wear a long sleeve shirt that was loose fitting to cover the bluish marks on his arms as well as the fact that he now seemed to have a bit of a beer belly. The trousers were stretched but at least fitted. His hair was darker and wavy which he tried to straighten out without success. He had a heavier growth on his face and had to have a much closer shave than normal plus he wore a tie as there was chest hair starting to sprout up his neck.

As he opened the door to leave so Fred opened his and took in the clothes that had been hanging outside.

‘Hi mate, off to work?’

‘Yes and you?’

‘Sure, as you can see from all my hiviz I’ve on. Probably down a few drains today As I said there are always jobs if you fancy? Your hair looks a bit different Alec, darker I would say and I don’t remember the curl.’

Alec blushed and said ‘No this is the normal, you must be mistaken. See you around, as he rushed outside to escape any more questions.’

When he got back at the end of the day there was nothing hanging outside and the following morning he made sure he heard Fred leave before going out. On his return the same clothes were hanging outside Fred’s apartment. Alec was at once terrified of trying them on again and what had happened but another part of him was getting so horny at the idea of seeing what would happen and perhaps this time he might leave them on a little longer. The temptation was too much and he quickly took the clothes off the pegs and lifted the rubber boots taking them inside and straight to his bedroom.

As he took off his trousers and underwear so his cock bounced up with excitement. He put everything on exactly as before and then stood in front of the mirror already knowing that his stomach had pushed outwards and his height had changed.

The same hard guy workie stared back at him in the mirror. He looked tough and so masculine and hairy. Alec could see the hair rising fully up his chest to his neck and sprouting great tufts on his shoulders and down his back. He looked a bear of a man. The rip on his vest exposed a large dark nipple, the outline of the vest showed a good sized pair of tits, almost man boobs and a thick belly. Alec felt a cock longer than his own inching inside his HiViz trousers straining to get out. Looking at his image his thick hairy hand with dirt ingrained in the nails slid down over his cock and rubbed, the feeling of nylon arousing him even more. Alec put his other hand up to the rip in the vest and tweaked the exposed nipple rubbing it gently over the teet making him shiver with excitement and then with two big fingers tweaking the nipple, all the while his other hand rubbing his cock. He could wait no longer and unzipped his flies and pulled out a long heavy piece of meat fully erect, the skin was dark with a thick vein on the underside and he could see the foreskin sliding back to expose a huge head which glistened with precum. Letting his cock stick out he forced his hand further in to grab his balls, heavy with spunk and bring them out so he could see all. Christ it must be a full 9”. What a cock!

With his tattooed right arm he started stroking his cock pulling the foreskin up and over the head to increase the sexual feeling. Was this Alec he was looking at, was it a dream. All Alec knew was that when he looked down at his cock it was the same one that was wanking in the mirror

‘Jesus what a fucking workie I am looking at. This is how I would love to be.’ He needed to cum and to see how much spunk this person had so his hand worked furiously up and down the shaft as he spread his legs wide. He was so ready to cum and looking at the mirror and shouted

‘I’m cumin let’s see how much spunk you have mate’

And with that great spurts of spunk shot out of this big dark cock spreading out over the mirror, white glue like running down and still droplets on his hI Viz trousers. He arched back reeling at the strength of his orgasm.

Suddenly he realized that Fred would be back soon at his normal time and quickly took of the gear making sure he removed the cum marks. Putting on a dressing gown he shot out into the passage and carefully rehung the clothes and stacked the boots the way he had seen them earlier. He came back in to clean the mirror and looked at himself expecting to see the usual Alec but this time there were more changes. He had grown even more and now showed a beer belly that was covered in thick curling black hair. His legs looked thicker and more hairy with bulging thighs and his hair was definitely curly and even darker. But two thing he noticed more. His cock was bigger and now had a definite foreskin but those blue marks on his arms were morphing in to what looked more like tattoos, not fully formed but they were definitely there.

‘Christ what is happening and all this for one almighty orgasm? What am I going to do, I have to get back to the way I was. No way can I go in to work tomorrow.’ Next morning he still looked the same so phoned in sick. Alec did not know what to think he was now not the same person. Gone was the slightly geeky guy with fair straight hair and looking again and again in the mirror was someone who looked between himself and the hunky bear of a workie. The hair of his chest was now thick but not as dark at the ‘other guy’ he was not quite as tall or as wide and his hair was now definitely curly but not cut short at the sides. What he did keep looking at was the heavy pair of balls he now had and the longer thicker and darker cock with its full foreskin. He had to wear a tracksuit to allow for the widening waist and beer belly. When he heard Fred leave he looked out and saw the gear was still hanging there. He wanted to forget it but every half hour he kept looking and every time he became more tempted and every time his cock grew bigger. He knew that when he was in the gear he loved the image in the mirror. He was a man he had in his dreams wanted to be but it was no dream it was reality. Eventually the temptation was too much and he crept into the corridor and brought it into his apartment. Now there was no second thoughts. He quickly stripped off and put on the dirty ripped vest, the tight Hiviz trousers with thick belt and the high rubber boots. He felt himself expand into the man in the mirror and his cock was again fully erect and so hard. Before he could stand in front of the mirror to see that horny image the doorbell rang.

‘Shit what can I do, I can’t open the door like this not just because of what I look like but my large prick is tenting.’ The doorbell went again but Alec could not reply.

Suddenly he heard Fred’s voice

I know you are in there Alec and I know you are wearing the clothes I left outside. Christ mate I’m a workie just like the way you are looking. Open up and let me see you.

Alec decided he had to get his clothes off but as he tried it was as though they were stuck to his body and he could do nothing

‘Don’t try taking them off Alec, you won’t be able so just open up, one workie to another.’

Alec opened the door and Fred stepped in

‘Fucking Hell man you look bloody amazing. I didn’t expect this.’

‘What do you mean’ Alec replied

‘The moment I saw you I knew you were into workie HiViz gear and yup I saw that cock of your inching down your chinos as you saw me. So I put out the gear I knew you would really like to wear but I did not know what the result would be. You decided that. The clothes allowed you to be the man of your dreams and what you would really like to be. The more you wore them the more your dream would be real and now it is, this is the real Alec, workie Alec who loves and lives for HiViz. And fucking hell look at that cock of yours, it’s clear you love being the new man and Jesus you look amazing so much that just look at my crotch’ Fred said as he let his down to rub his tenting crotch. ‘Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny. But we are not quite there mate. I’m looking at a real manly bear of a workie but its still your preppy voice and mind which need to change. That’s what I’m here for.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well lets start with the fact that you’re looking bloody horny with that stiff dick of yours, I’m as randy as hell looking at the new you and you want to be a rough hairy workie. I’ve a cock here that needs your mouth around it and the way you are looking at my crotch I know you cannot wait to get it down the back of your throat.’

Fred rubbed his crotch hard up and down the full length of his shaft his cock head rubbing against the HiViz nylon. Standing with his legs apart he unzipped and let his cock flip out.

‘Christ that’s some prick you’ve got there’

‘Just like yours Alec and you’re soon to feel the full length of it but first get down on your knees and let me see you open your mouth wide.’

Alec was drooling at the size of Fred’s prick sticking out from the HiViz trousers. He wanted to feel his mouth against the HiViz nylon and the only way was to devour the full length of Fred’s shaft. Kneeling down he took his new thick hands around the shaft and started to use his tongue to lick around the pink glowing head that was already showing precum and Alec let the taste linger in his mouth before opening his mouth wider to take the full head. As Alec the workie he had no problem with his mouth

‘Shit man you could take a bloody log down that throat of yours. Go on let it slide all the way, let me feel your heavy growth rubbing against by Hiviz and balls.’ Fred had Alec by the shoulders pushing him in towards his shaft, groaning as he could feel his cock vanishing down the back of his throat, his cock covered in Alec’s spit.

Alec had never sucked a dick like this before but as his different self it was exactly what he most wanted. He could smell Fred’s cock and mixture of his spit, his piss and even hardened cum. The more he smelt the more he moved his mouth up and down.

‘Christ we need to stop there Alec and now it’s time to finish what you want. Stand up.’

As Alec stood up so his cock was tenting big time in his HiViz and a large precum stain was showing on his trousers

‘Come over here and stand in front of me Alec.’

Standing in front of Fred, he had his belt unbuckled and Fred pulled down his HiViz over his arse.

‘Fucking hell Alec what a fucking hairy arse you’ve got. I thought your bod was hairy but you have a fucking forest I need to get my cock past and into that crack of yours.’

Fred took hold of Alec’s cheeks and spread them apart to allow his cock to penetrate the hair and find the hole.

‘This should be easy for you with all the spit you’ve put on my dick. Christ feeling all your arse hair against by dick is so fucking horny.’

Fred found the hole and started pushing his dick in, Alec flinching for a second but his hole was so ready for a fuck and the large arse could take whatever was coming his way.

Fred putting his arms around Alec’s waist moved him back into his shaft until he could feel his dick right up to the hilt. Feeling his pubes against Alec’s hairy arse was amazing.

‘That arse of yours can take a lot more than just my dick.’

Once he felt he was fully in and could feel Alec breathing hard, Fred moved his hands up over Alec’s belly and further up until they came to his extended nipples.

‘God what erect big nips you have,’ he said squeezing them letting his hands tweak and then rub and then pinch. Alec arched his back into Fred with total pleasure whilst Fred started to work his cock in and out, at first slowly savouring every thrust and then starting to get faster.

I’m getting ready to cum Alec and when you feel me spurting inside you then at least you will be the real man you want to be , no going back, this is you.’

By now Alec could not care feeling Fred’s cock all the way up him, having his nipples worked hard and looking like a workie. Christ it didn’t get better, its exactly what he wanted and to hell with any consequences.

‘Cum when you want, I’m ready Fred. Make me a workie.’

Fred said’ Start rubbing your cock inside your Hi Viz. I want you to come and let all the cum drop down and stick to you.’

Alec took his hand and started rubbing the shaft over the yellow nylon

‘Christ what a way to wank, feeling the nylon over my shaft’

Fred’s head inside Alec’s arse was ready to explode and hearing Alec shoot was all he needed.

‘It’s now mate, I’m cumming, take every spurt of my spunk and say goodbye to the old boring Alec.’

‘That’s it, fuck me let me be the workie’

With one final shove of his cock into Alec’s arse Fred exploded all the cum that was pent up in his balls and Alec’s cock discharged all his spunk inside his HiViz some oozing through the nylon and most running down inside.

As Alec felt the cum rush up inside his arse so he felt a rush of blood up inside him and swirling around in his head.

‘What the fuck is happening,’ he said in a totally different voice. ‘Shit I’m speaking like a south London workie with a bloody deep voice. I can’t stop saying Fuck and it feels so fucking good’

‘It’s not just the voice Alec another couple of seconds and you are the workie, that’s your life now.’

‘Too fucking right ,Fred, that’s what I am and what else would I fucking wanna be. Us men as best as workies, real men and men who know the best fuck you can get is with another workie.

‘Well done Alec, join the club you’re one of us now. These clothes were never mine outside in the corridor, they were always yours, the clothes you wanted to really wear and I just allowed you to become the real workie Alec.’

‘Tell you what Fred I can already feel my fucking cum hardening on the nylon, fucking great man. Tell you what we’re both doing the same job and what’s the point of having two apartments. You might as well move all your gear into mine but remember I only accept Hi Viz and we sleep in Hi Viz OK?’

‘If that’s what you want Alec,’

‘Sure is mate and besides after that fuck, for me it’s just the beginning, so tonight I’ll have my cock up that arse of yours.’

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