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mysecretattic0 · 3 months ago

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nova-caine ♒︎

Pairing: Bloodsport X afab!Reader

WARNING: SMUT/EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! Mentions of murder, death, abuse, alcohol, weapons, violence, etc.

Prompt: That noise… keep making it. @delusionisaplace

Suicide Sqaud: Bloodsport & Nova

Heavy breathing. Filled with fear. Tears cascading rapidly down my cheeks. Wounds and bruises scattered across my skin like horrible confetti. Whispers can be heard from every direction. THEY WON’T SHUT UP! I can’t go back. I CAN’T! Don't look back. Don’t stop running. I can’t stop now. I’m not far enough. I must hide. Where? WHERE?! No time to think about that. I CAN’T STOP! SHE’S COMING! But she’s dead. SHE’S COMING FOR ME! Go. FASTER! WHERE DO I GO?! Suddenly all the whispers were silent. All that could be heard was the snapping of the twigs below my bare feet. Upon realizing the whispers had gone silent, I came to a halt. The silence was deafening. It hurt; it made me more fearful. Frantically looking in every direction. No. No! NO! I fell to my knees. Skin crawling. NO! SHE’S STILL HERE! I can feel her. I quickly looked up and —

I gasped awake. Frantically searching. Searching for her. The woods that surrounded me. Instead I was kneeling on the cold floor of my cell. I hectically scoot back against the cold painted brick wall. Feeling an anxiety attack coming along. I suddenly began to break down. Crying uncontrollably.

It took me a while to calm down. However, when I did, the sun had just begun to rise and a loud buzz sounded, indicating our cell doors had been opened; and it was now morning. But I don’t move from my spot. I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting there, staring into space, until my name had been called.

“Nova. Can you come with me?” Ms. Waller asked in a semi soft tone, though it surely wasn’t a question, with a knock on my open cell door. With a nod of my head, knowing I didn’t have a choice, I stood and joined the group she had in tow. Seems to me as I was the last to join them. There was a gigantic shark human hybrid? A groggy Cleo and three other unknown men. One of which I caught staring at me. Though when eye contact was established he looked away. He seemed to have a permanent scowl or mean mug, if you will, upon his face. I tried not to pay any of them any mind. I just wanted to get this mission over with. We all went to get prepared for Ms. Waller’s explanation of our “objective” for this “mission”.

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After getting mini bomb explosives injected into our necks, we were brought to a dimly lit room that resembled a classroom. May as well be called one, reason being, Ms. Waller stands at the front giving her ‘lecture’ presentation. Giving us the run around on why we’re doing this mission, what it’s about and who’s involved. We sat listening, scattered in different rows of seats.

“Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of project starfish.” Ms. Waller ended her lecture. “How are we supposed to get in?” Said the British guy with the staring problem, whose name I’ve come to realize is, Bloodsport? Ms. Waller then spoke, “Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish.” she briefly paused, “After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen’s club known as, La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary, and he can get you into Jotunheim.” She finished. The lights came back on. “Any questions?” She asked us all. Cleo asked about a projector no longer in use. Irrelevant. Peacemaker? Asked about a connection between starfish and buttholes? Stupid. Nanaue asked about his hand. Adorable. “We’re all gonna die.” Bloodsport stated as a matter of fact, annoyance ridden in his tone. “I hope so.” Polka-Dot Man weirdly stated. I turned to look questionably at their interaction.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Bloodsport with a roll of his eyes. When he caught my eye, I turned back around in my seat, with a sigh.

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We swam to the shore of this island. The feeling of the cool water against me was very relaxing. Though the sensation was short lived; as we approached the shore. As we were walking there was a rumbling explosion on the other side of the island. The unexpected loud noise made me jump with a gasp. The group turned their attention to the explosion and briefly sent glances my way at my fear. Bloodsport quickly pulled out his weapon, “Control, we have a disturbance south of here.” He said into the comm as he pointed his weapon. “It’s just a diversion, Bloodsport.” Waller replied.

Bloodsport led us through the jungle, I tuned out their conversation as I unknowingly fell slightly behind. I began to hear those whispers I despised. Feel the chills that brought me nothing but horrible thoughts and fear. That brought me back there. When I looked up, the group was no longer in front of me. I looked in every direction. But suddenly, I was; back in the woods. Running from her. My own mother. A powerful, wicked, witch that never ceases to haunt me. Chasing me.

I was suddenly tackled to the ground. I only saw her. I fight with all my might to get her off. Refraining from using my powers. The last time I did that I—

“Calm down! It’s me!” I heard a British accent. I blinked a couple of times to find that it was Bloodsport on top of me, restraining me from causing him anymore harm. Him holding me down was triggering my anxiety and claustrophobia. My breathing picked up as I began to panic; it made me think of her. “Let me go!” I yelled breathlessly. I broke down as he immediately let go of me. I scooted out from under him, bringing my knees to my chest and slowly looked up to find his eyes staring back at me with a confused and concerned expression. I stared at him with tear filled eyes. “Breathe. I’m not gonna hurt you, love.” He started, calmly, with his hands up in surrender. “I just wanna help you.” He stated. “We set up camp. I noticed you got left behind. I just came to find you, and I saw you running.” He explained. I put my head down to hide from him.

“Why?” My head shot back up upon hearing his voice. He took notice of my confusion and continued, “Why were you running, love?” He asked. “Just another vision.” I replied plainly. “A vision?” He questioned. “Something like that. A flashback. An episode whatever you’d like to call it.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face. “What, like a psychic?” He asked, genuinely confused, but with a hint of sarcasm. I scowled at him, “No.” I rolled my eyes and stood up, as did he. I could feel him eyeing me intently for what seemed like forever. “Can we go, please?” I crossed my arms over my chest, avoiding eye contact with him. “Sure.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. He began to lead us back to where we’ll be camping for the night. “What do you do?” he asked. “What?” I responded in a tone of confusion. “What’s your superpower? Like your ability.” He continued.

I hesitated but I decided to tell him. “I’m a witch.” I stated, annoyed. “Hm.” He hummed. “What?” I asked, taken aback and slightly offended. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “No. What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped with my arms folded atop my chest. He turned, “Never seen a real witch before. Thought those only existed in the stories.” He said mockingly. “I’ll prove it.” I said confidently. I unfolded my arms and took a deep breath. I let the words of magic fall from my lips in a mumble. As I stared into his eyes, he started to get fidgety.

“You feel that?” I asked in a condescending tone. I slowly took small steps toward him. “That heat.” I continued. When I got closer he shivered. “And what about that? That tingle?” I taunted. Inches away from him; as I got closer he backed away. His breath hitched when his back hit a tree. “And that?” I chuckled. “That arousal.” I whispered in a low sultry tone; our faces mere inches away from each other. I brought my hand up between us and slowly balled it into a fist. He let out a low shaky groan; almost whimper, briefly making my knees weak. “That noise… keep making it.” He watched as I untightened my fist and placed my palm in the center of his chest; and with the other, I hovered over his arousal. “May I?” I asked for his consent; staring into his soul through his eyes, making sure he couldn’t look away.

He hesitated; but he eventually nodded in agreement. I raised a brow at him, “Yes.” He gritted. I softly laid my other hand on his erection. I closed my eyes briefly, letting go of my hold on our eye contact. When I opened them his head was resting against the tree, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “Can you feel that Robert?” He released a strained groan in response. I pulled back with a low chuckle. His eyes shot open to glare down at me. “What the hell was that for? Why’d you stop?” He lowly shouted in that heavy British accent, so as not to alert anyone. “Because, we’re not here for that. Plus, we don’t want them to come looking for us do we?” I asked as I continued on our previous path.

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After trying to kill Nanaue for almost eating Cleo, traveling to find Flag; who we found out was also on the island along with others, killing a lot of the Freedom Fighters, hearing Krill’s story on his interdimensional virus; that was caused by his evil scientist mother, and killing guards to get Milton to drive us through town to La Gatita Amable; We all sit in the van in normal clothing to “blend in”.

Cleo asked Robert why he was so afraid of rat’s leading to the story of her father. I sat in the seat behind Cleo while she told the story of her father’s death due to his “burden’s”. Which led to Robert telling us about his father locking him in a crate full of starving rats for 24 hours as a punishment when he was just a young boy. Followed by a heartfelt, adorable moment between Cleo and Robert.

We’re now seated in the club that Waller mentioned. La Gatita Amable. “So when’s this “Thinker” guy supposed to be here?” Rick questioned. “Supposed to be in the next few hours.” Cleo answered. “Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss?” said Peacemaker. He called over a waitress and ordered drinks for the table. “I’m okay. I don’t drink.” I stated. “Why?” he asked. I didn’t get a chance to respond; not that I wanted to. “Hey, Pissmaker. We’re on a mission.” Robert insulted. “Easy, Inspector Gadget. Little drink never hurt nobody.” He joked. “Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Krill abruptly stated. “Come on, DuBois. This could be our last drink.” Ignoring Krill, Rick placed his arm on Robert's shoulder. The waitress came with drinks. “Just one.” Robert said to Peacemaker, giving in.

I left the table to go sit at the bar and I got a glass of water. Robert and I kept exchanging glances at one another. He eventually got up from the table to walk over to me.

“You never told your story.” That British accent said from beside me. Robert sat down next to me and ordered another drink. I scoffed, “You don’t wanna hear my story.” I told him. “Oh but I do.” He smiled slightly as his drink was placed in front of him. I hesitated but I saw a persistent look in his eyes, he isn't the type to give up easily. I took a deep breath, “Well, my mother was a powerful, wicked and evil witch.” I said enunciating on ‘wicked’. I hesitated, “She performed powerful and most times very painful rituals on me.” I paused. “She was very narcissistic and manipulative.” “She abused me when the rituals didn’t go her way. Always told me hurtful things.” “...Killed people.” “I can’t count how many near death experiences I had at the hands of my mother.” “My mother?” I scoffed. “And she never cared, she just kept on like I was a doll for her to play with… and not her daughter. A human being.” I looked at Robert and saw him fiddling in thought.

“She got rid of anyone who ever loved me; in any kind of way. Just to control me; and keep doing rituals on me…” “Abusing me.” “...hurting…me.” I finished lowly; trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I propped my elbow on the bar and rested my hand over my mouth. Out of nowhere I got the urge to be spontaneous; so I grabbed Robert’s glass and chugged what was left in it. When I looked at Rob he was already staring at me, with an expression I couldn’t depict the meaning behind.

“What?” I questioned. “Nothing. Just– I understand where you’re coming from.” He said sympathetically. “We’re a lot alike, y’know?” “I know. The story you told about your father.” I responded. He nodded, looking down at his hands. “But I killed my mother.” I stated, staring off into space. “That’s the big difference between what happened to us both.” I said, looking toward him with so much pain behind my dark brown eyes. “I got fed up. I’m no better than she is because everything she did to me I did right back to her.” I scoffed, shaking my head as tears threatened to fall. “After, I ran into the woods.” I paused. “Thing is…a witch’s spirit never dies.” “They still hold the power of magic from the other side. She still haunts me to this day.” “At certain moments, I’m back there. Back in those woods with her evil spirit chasing me.” “I see her and kill her over and over but I can never escape her.” “What I thought was her—” I cut myself off.

“Wasn’t her, was it?” He asked for confirmation. I shook my head. “That’s what happened in the jungle that night, when I found you, you saw her?” I nodded, wiping my face of tears. “I got caught. That’s how I ended up at good ole’ Belle Reve.” I let out a breathy laugh, avoiding eye contact. However, I still felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head. He stared at me for what felt like forever “Excuse me.” I got off the barstool and headed toward the bathroom. I stared in the mirror at myself. I don't know who I am nor what I see. Who am I outside of her?

I bent down to put water on my face. When I stood up I dried my face with a paper towel then I began trying to fix my hair. Then, I heard the door to the bathroom open. “Occu– pied” I stopped everything I was doing when I saw Robert walking into the restroom, through the mirror. He closed the door behind him and locked said door. I threw away the paper towel in my hand and placed my hands on the sink leaning my weight into it. “What do you want, Robert.” I said lowering my head avoiding eye contact with the man. When he didn’t respond I looked up to him through the mirror. He was slowly walking toward me. “May I touch you?” He asked. I hesitated but eventually I nodded, granting him the consent he requested. When his front met my back, my breath hitched. He slowly ran his hands up my arms making me stand straight up against him. Unfamiliar with the feeling but still making no effort to escape from it. When I tried lowering my head he stopped me by placing a hand under my chin lifting it.

“I just wanna’ help you, love.” He finally responded, staring at me intently through the mirror. My face softened at the nickname “You can’t help me, Rob.” I told him. “See, I think you’re wrong. We have a lot in common, love, and I think we can help each other out.” He spoke in his low, husky tone. I swiftly turned to face him, having to look up at him, the heels I wore not doing me justice. “How?” I asked. He leaned closer, our faces mere inches apart “I wanna take some of that tension off your shoulders.” He spoke lightly, running the back of his fingers over my shoulders. My eyes flickered down to watch his mouth as his words fell from his lips. “Make you feel good.” He leaned down to softly kiss along my increasing pulse making me pleasantly sigh. “Take your mind off what brings you pain.” He moved to his previous position, staring down into my eyes, tucking my braids behind my ear, letting his fingertips run over my temple. “I think we both could use that right now love, don’t ya’ think?”

I was so caught up in gazing at his eyes and his lips. “Would you like that, love? Do you want that?” He asked. He lifted my chin to refocus my attention “I need an answer.” His dominance made me weak. Biting my lip to keep from letting a whimper escape from my mouth and letting him know how much control he has gained over my temple. Though, knowing deep inside that he knew the advantage that just fell into his hands. “Yes.” I let a whisper fall from my lips like magic. I look up at him seriously, “I’m trusting you, Robert.” I made clear. “I won’t break that trust, Nova.” He promised me softly. He slowly leaned down closer to me, stopping inches away from my aching lips, waiting for me to close the distance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, closing the distance; feeling everything around me disappear. He softly placed his hands on my waist, closing any distance between our bodies. His touch made my breath hitch and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips. The unknown feeling further weakened me. My body betrayed me; letting a moan slip past my lips and travel into his, unintentionally sending a chill down his spine. The way the kiss gradually became more and more heated made my lust flow down forming a river in the cloth that covered my passion. Running his hands up and down my body sensually caused my legs to betray me; he wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, catching me when I began to fall. Regaining my balance, with his help, he turned me back to face the mirror, pressing my back to his front once again. His mouth explored my neck, licking, sucking and biting, drawing moans from within as my breathing uncontrollably increased. Running his hands over every curve, holding me, caressing me, peeling off the dress that hugged me and letting it fall. My panties being the only clothing left clinging to my hips. Relaxing against him; feeling his hand leading a path down to my throbbing passion.

When his fingers slipped past the hem of my panties and made contact with my clit, I gasped sharply, throwing my head back against him. I reached to pull him closer, feeling him smile against me. “Have you ever been touched here, sweetheart?” He questioned, tracing his fingertips through my slit, my lust coating them. “Have you, darlin’?” He said into my ear, pinching my clit. “No.” I moaned breathlessly loud.

“How does that feel, baby?” He soothingly circled my clit. I whimpered in response, biting my lip. He placed his other hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. I slightly tensed as my moans became louder. “Relax babe. Tell me how that feels, love.” He coaxed, making shoulders return to their resting position. “So good, baby.” I whimpered, gripping at him. I realized he was still clothed; that wasn’t going to fly with me. I grabbed his wrists, removing his hands. I turned to him, removing his button up and wife beater, discarding them. I pushed him back against a wall and worked on his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Mumbling a spell, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his rock hard cock. Letting my magic radiate more intensely than the last time “Oh fuck me. Jesus Christ!” He groaned. I slipped my hand into his boxers and stroked his shaft slowly. “Fuckkk!” He dragged out through his teeth as I caressed his tip. “How does that feel, baby?” I asked, repeating him. “Ha. Very funny.” He hissed and looked up at the ceiling. “Tell me how it feels, love.” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Fuck you.” He groaned, closing his dark brown orbs. I chuckled lightly. I gasped when he abruptly picked me up, turning, and placing me onto the sink. “Not laughing now are you, love?” He wore a cocky smile upon his face.

I grabbed him and crashed our lips together. When I felt Rob’s tongue enter my mouth, butterflies erupted in my belly. I moaned as our tongues fought for dominance. He touched and caressed every part of my body. I grip him for dear life as I bask in the bliss of his affection. He reached down pulling my panties aside and guided his cock to my entrance. Our mouths parted as we gazed into each other's eyes. I nodded giving him a look of confirmation. He slowly pushed into me as we gasped simultaneously at the sensation. He buried his head in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist as he bottomed out. He slowly pulled almost all the way out and gave long, slow strokes in and out of my dripping cunt. I moaned uncontrollably loud. He pulled back, placing his forehead on mine and flashed a smirk. “You like that don't ya’, love?” he chuckled. “Fuck you.” I slightly chuckled with a breathless whine. “As you wish, baby.” he pulled me closer to the edge of the sink. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my legs entrapped his waist.

He tightened his grip on me, making me moan from the affection. His stroke sped up. “Oh fuck!” I moaned breathlessly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “O- Occupied!” I shouted as clearly as I could. He chuckled. I placed my palm flat on his muscle ridden back and looked him right in his mud colored eyes. His body jerked, and his stroke slowed, savoring the feeling of ecstasy. He threw his head back. When his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed I knew exactly what he was feeling. My half lidded eyes watched as I received such a reaction out of him. “Look at me, baby.” I cupped his jaw.

I watched him slowly lower his head only to find him giving me a pleading look. Half lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth. I whimpered, that look paired with his length dragging along my velvety walls was blissfully pleasant. I bit my lip, “Don't stop, love, please.” he begged, shaking his head.

I placed both of my hands along the back of his shoulders, holding on to him. “Faster.” I whispered to him like a spell. He shivered and placed one of his hands on the mirror behind me and the other on the nape of my neck. His slow stroke turned fast paced. My eyes rolled back and I pulled my lip in between my teeth.

He groaned as my nails left marks on his back. Power intensifying due to what I feel. Sending waves of energy throughout his body. My walls pulsed around him. “Bloody hell!” he gritted. His tip caressed that spot deep inside of me with every thrust. It drove me mad. The way he knew my body better than I did. “I’m close baby!” I moaned loudly. “You gonna’ come for me, love?” he whispered in my ear. "Yesss!" I whined. "Hold it for me baby." he grunted. "I can't!" I whimpered. He creeped his hand from the nape of my neck into my scalp. He grabbed a handful of my braids and pulled. "Oh my God! Don't stop!" I yelped. "You like that?" He grunted. I moaned loudly as a tear threatened to fall. I was in ecstasy. "I know baby. I know." He grunted quickening his pace. He licked a path up my pulse.

He made me look him in his eyes, “You feel so good, baby. Fuck!” He gritted breathlessly. “I’m close baby.” His strokes faltered as I felt him twitching inside me. “Cum for me baby. Let it out.” He coaxed. He reached to rub circles over my cunt. I felt the knot unravel, I held him as close to me as possible. My legs shook as I came, screaming and scratching at his shoulders. A tear falling from my eyes.

As intense as the feeling was, the strength of my magic increased as well. “Fuckkkk Nova!” He released an elongated groan, squeezing me. He latches his teeth onto my shoulder making me whimper as I felt ropes of his hot cum shoot into me.

As we came down from our high, we caught our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted. I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He chuckled. I was ready to go to sleep. He slowly slipped away causing me to whine from the loss of fullness and warmth. He cleaned us up and picked up our clothes. He helped me redress and did the same for himself. He stood between my legs again. He rubbed my sides.

“You alright there, love?” He asked with a grin. “Yeah.” I sighed deeply. “That was amazing.” He chuckled softly, placing his forehead on mine. I laughed breathily, “Yes it was.” I embraced him and placed my lips on his. When our lips made contact, butterflies filled my stomach.

“Can you help me down, please? We still got a mission to finish.” I chuckled. He held my waist and lifted me off the sink. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded and began walking toward the door, only to stumble. Rob was right there to catch me. “You sure you got it?” He laughed. I hit his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. I just… need a little assistance.” I said giggling. “Uh huh. A little assistance. I think that’s a bit of an understatement, love.” He shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s get back to work.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me to the door. He unlocked it and we walked out.

We walked past people who were glaring at us because they were waiting to use the restroom. The team was eyeing us from around the room. Their smirks and knowing expressions made feel uncomfortable. I hated being the center of attention. We spotted Thinker, and it was back to the matter at hand.

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finniestoncrane · 10 months ago

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send help I realized my attraction to Boomerang (Suicide Sqaud kill the Justice League) and THAT boomerang only so I've been reading ur X Reader Fics about him to cope. I can't believe being fucking gay is what makes me want to learn about DC lore. Anyway I have a HC that he stinks in a sexy way; Like old cologne, beer and too much BO.

like sorry to the other boomerangs but ktjl really is the best like he's giving me everything i need in healthy doses

also i can't believe my rampant father issues and desire to be used by a rotten boy is what got me here so 🤝

BUT YEAH same brain same brain honestly i KNOW he smells fuckin divine, like his armpits are so sweaty and musky and his hair smells from being under that hat and his clothes smell like beer and piss and he just gets up and sprays some cheap body spray over him instead of showering and HNG

#friends being friends #i desire him in so many ways #he's the perfect man? he's the Perfect Man

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burnedtoachris · 10 months ago

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Priest Catnap in Task Force X

This that @mid_violet's version of Catnap working with the suicide sqaud!?!

#smilling critters #poppy playtime #smiling critters #catnap poppy playtime #suicide squad #poppy playtime chapter 3 #Catnap

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years ago

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Is It Really That Bad?

Come. Gather round and listen to the legend of the Funny Vampire Director, AKA the Funny Nazi Director, AKA Taika Waititi.

Raised in the way of the director, Waititi was taught to make good movies, delivering the sort of funny and heartfelt films most can only dream of making. He directed, and he wrote, and he acted. He was sensitive, like a smile. And his love of filmmaking did not discriminate in what he could make. He once made a hilarious vampire mockumenatry that got a spin-off TV series. Another time, he proved that you could make Blazing Saddles in the modern day, except with Nazis!

But Waititi's greatest achievement was cameoing in The Suicide Sqaud. Oh, wait. No. It was making a good Thor movie, of all things. But sadly, in making a good Thor movie, he set himself up for failure with the sequel. In fact, he set himself up for spectacular failure. Mediocre reviews. Audience backlash. Criticism from the actors and directors. And bad reviews from all sorts of internet guys, again and again and again. And again.

Poor Waititi had to watch the internet’s respect for him explode. And then he said, 'What have I done?' It seemed that everything he’d worked for with Thor, he lost. And so he maybe got fired by Marvel and went back to making real movies for a change. But just because he was done with Marvel, didn't mean he was done with superheroes. He teamed up with James Gunn and set off to deliver the most powerful and thematic line in The Suicide Squad. He got in shape, putting in the hard yards to become a respected filmmaker again. Taking pains into gains and never skipping the chance to direct a movie based on Tower of Terror. He put in the work to go from the butt of jokes to a guy who would hopefully deserve an Oscar win.

But with all that being said, there was still a confused reviewer just trying to figure out if maybe the backlash to Thor: Love and Thunder was a bit overblown. Because really, this movie couldn’t possibly be as shitty as The Dark World, which committed the sin of wasting Christopher Eccleston. So he sat down and gave the movie a rewatch, accepting he was only good for one thing... Determining that age old question, 'Is Thor: Love and Thunder really that bad?'

THE GOOD

So maybe this is a hot take, but I really did enjoy Jane’s return and her romance with Thor and find it to be one of the film’s best aspects.

Now, don’t get me wrong, a lot of the writing here is clunky and poor Natalie Portman is saddled with a lot of really stupid dialogue now that she’s the Mighty Thor. But seeing her and Chris Hemsworth act off each other again in a less dull and restrictive fashion is so nice, and seeing Portman kick ass is a lot of fun too. She even wields Mjolnir in some pretty creative ways here! And her death is actually a genuinely powerful and touching scene that they don’t immediately fuck up with a lame joke.

The soundtrack, while not even close to touching the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtracks, is filled with Guns N’ Roses banger after banger. I grew up listening to these guys, so honestly I’m predisposed to like any scene where they play one of my favorite tracks by them.”Sweet Child O’ Mine,” “November Rain,” “Paradise City,” and “Welcome to the Jungle” are all whipped out at just the right time to keep my attention from flagging completely, so I’ll give them props for that. They aren’t the most inspired choices, but I’m a sucker for classic Axl.

The Axl above? Decidedly less so. Still, despite this film’s reputation for really bad effects and really bad costumes and just in general looking embarrassingly cheap because Disney abuses the animators, there are some extremely cool visuals here and there. The shot of Falligar the Behemoth in particular is so good they slapped it into every trailer, and a climactic battle on a monochrome planet looks way too good to be in this movie. But by far the most fantastic thing is the comic-accurate depiction of Eternity.

And of course, I would be remiss to not praise Christian Bale’s performance as Gorr the God Butcher. The man immediately has you hooked with the opening scene, which details his backstory and shows how he began his vendetta against all the deities of the Marvel universe. Then we have his fantastic climactic confrontation with Thor on the black-and-white planet, and then there is his final scene before Eternity. Each and every time he shows up, it’s completely clear that Bale is giving it his all and acting his pussy off, giving a performance that is honestly kind of astounding considering what’s going on around him.

THE BAD

Unfortunately, while Gorr is a fantastic performance, he suffers from the fact his character has absolutely no cohesion and is barely in the film. He shows up for maybe one big fight in the first hour, then completely disappears from the film until the third act, during which time he just sits around with a bunch of children and terrifies them. And despite being “The God Butcher,” we see him butcher precisely one single god in the whole film, and that’s in the film’s opening. Groot has as many onscreen god kills as Gorr. That’s fucking pathetic. Bale’s magnificent performance is strong when it counts, but so much of the dramatic moments feel unearned because he hardly does anything outside those moments. The fact they cut out so much material including him meeting with Peter Dinklage’s King Eitri and Jeff Goldblum’s Grandmaster, really stings. Would it have been a crime to cut out those annoying fucking goats and instead give Gorr more to do like, oh, butchering gods?

It doesn’t help that the story never actually refutes any of Gorr’s points. Every other god we see in the film is egotistical, hedonistic, a coward, or all three at once, with even Thor reverting into a corny blowhard for much of the movie. Zeus is pretty much emblematic of this problem; while I actually did enjoy Russell Crowe’s performance (even if it is, ultimately, a half-baked attempt at recapturing the magic of Grandmaster from Ragnarok), the fact that Zeus is nothing more than a blowhard more concerned with orgies and showing off to all the other gathered deities just kind of proves Gorr right. The gods don’t care, they are refusing to help their followers, and frankly the universe would probably be a lot better if it was littered with Knowheres instead of having these horny clowns prancing about.

Then we have the Guardians. The glorified cameo from the Guardians of the Galaxy that was hyped up in all the marketing. Despite being in the movie for maybe ten minutes and despite Star-Lord having 95% of all the lines between them, nearly every single one of them feels completely out of character. Star-Lord, on the other hand, actually feels like he was rerailed in time for Gunn to take the reigns back, but it doesn’t make up for how awkward and pointless it all feels. Although it is incredibly hilarious that after all of them spent Infinity War fawning over him they all now seem to barely tolerate him, with it being confirmed none of them kept in contact with him after the events of this film. I honestly don’t blame them.

A lot of returning characters really suffer. King Valkyrie gets it pretty bad since her subplot where she searches for love was dropped, leading to her feeling really superfluous in the plot. Lady Sif gets it even worse, with her barely even being in this movie; one has to wonder why they even bothered keeping her alive. Thor gets hit especially bad here, because he seems to have reverted from his post-Ragnarok characterization all the way to pre-Thor characterization, with all his hedonism, goofing, gallavanting, insecurity, and egotistical traits ramped up to maximum levels.

But the most divisive returning character of all is Korg. Korg became a fan-favorite due to his appearances in Ragnarok and Endgame, where he was genuinely a funny comic relief character who juxtaposed his intimidating rock golem design with a friendly demeanor and the chipper voice of director Taika Waititi. The thing is, both of those films used him sparingly, so that when he got a lame joke it wasn’t so bad because it’s one up against dozens of good ones. Here though he gets to be a main character and even the narrator, and boy does he get old pretty quickly. The thing is, though, that even if he’s not particularly funny here… I still like Korg. He’s just too damn charming, As lame as his jokes are, as lame as his fake out death is, as pointless as he ends up feeling to the plot, I just can’t hate the guy. I guess it helps that he gets to be Disney’s 52nd First Gay Character, but actually for real this time because in the end he gets to make a baby with a rock guy named Dwayne. I also really like the theory that the reason the whole film is corny is because Korg is narrating it, and he’s an unreliable narrator peppering the story with lame jokes and underplaying elements that should matter. Does it save the whole movie? No. Does it make Korg any funnier? Also no. Does it add an interesting layer that at least keeps me from wanting Korg dead? Yes, yes it does.

And really, every single problem here is something that was there in Thor: Ragnarok. Zany comedy? A terrifying, threatening villain with a murderous vendetta who gets weirdly underplayed and barely interacts with the heroes? A villainous character played entirely for jokes? Jokes that completely and utterly destroy the tension of any given scene? The big difference is that in Ragnarok, at least some of the jokes were funny, and Thor had more interesting characters to bounce off of. And maybe most importantly, that film knew when to dial back the comedy to let cool or emotional moments breathe. And maybe even more importantly than that, it knew to keep Korg to a minimum. This film doesn’t do that at all, with nonstop gags undercutting nearly every dramatic moment. It’s ultimately hard to give a shit about anything going on when the characters give so little of a shit about it that they’re cracking jokes.

And let me tell you, if you couldn’t already tell, the jokes are fucking bad. This is basically what would happen if you asked Seltzer & Friedberg to make Marvel Movie. This is the epitome of all those jokes about Marvel dialogue having the characters go “Well that just happened!” to the point where I’m shocked it’s not actual dialogue. The horrendously unfunny screaming goat meme is a pivotal plot point in this movie; that’s the quality of jokes we’re dealing with here. And while there are a few decent jokes here and there, there’s just too many fucking jokes to pay them any mind.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Somehow this is one of the most overhated and yet rightfully disliked films ever made.

Like, Schafrillas was right to call this the Shrek the Third of Thor films. It’s not funny, it derails beloved characters, it’s incredibly annoying, it wastes a good villain, and the writing is just so hackneyed and ridiculous. This is absolutely not a good film at all. But the way you hear some people talk about it you’d think this film killed their grandma.

Like I know bad comedies are some of the worst kinds of films out there, and this film is definitely horrendously unfunny at every opportunity, but it has just enough good ideas and just enough strategic deployment of Guns N’ Roses songs that it just barely manages to be passable in my eyes. I definitely think this is a mediocre movie, and it is emblematic of everything a bad Marvel movie can be. But at the same time, it manages to be unfunny in ways I didn’t think were possible from a director and cast this talented. I’ll be honest, on my second watch through of the movie I was more bored than infuriated with this film. It has its moments, but it’s absolutely one of the weakest efforts Marvel has ever put out.

This film is pretty much what critics once accused Batman & Robin of being: An overindulgent, campy, unfunny smear on a cool hero. As you well know by now, I don’t agree with them on that, but it’s a somewhat fitting descriptor for Love & Thunder. I don’t think it’s a smear on Thor, who has been way too inconsistent for me to get mad about him being taken in some wild direction, but overindulgent, campy, and unfunny are pretty apt. Still, I don’t think this is nearly as bad as a lot of people say. It’s not bad in a “crime against humanity” way, at worst it’s bad in a “I know the people making this are capable of better and I kinda feel like this is the fault of studio executives at Disney” kind of way. If you like it, sure, that’s valid! I don’t think there is no value in this film at all, especially compared to some stuff I’ve reviewed for Is It Really That Bad. But if I never have to see this movie again, I won’t exactly lose sleep over it, and I’m sure many people feel the same.

Still, I’d have to have a heart of stone to not find the ending, which features Thor and his adopted daughter (played by Hemsworth’s own daughter) becoming a cute little superhero team and getting a corny title drop right before the credits, really sweet. Yeah, it’s not a good movie, but at least it’s better than the first two Thor movies or the unseasoned oatmeal that is Eternals.

#Is it really that bad #IIRTB #Thor #Thor: Love and Thunder #Taika Waititi #Chris Hemsworth #Natalie Portman #Christian Bale #Marvel #Disney #MCU

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5-7-9 · 6 months ago

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Watchung Joker’snappearances in Suicide sqaud iills the justuce keague and ngl, it’s kinda sad to think everybody loves to play the most chaotic character because of a repressive society

cool design tho

#not feeling the voice but whatever #settling ☀️ thoughts

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waynewhack · 2 years ago

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Infodump about your batman universe NOW. I want to read it.

OMG OK OK OK

its still a bit of a mess right now as their is a lot of missing info, since i want it to seem like it could take place in real life so theirs a lot of info i need to put down

this gotham city is in new jersey, bludhaven is in Connecticut, and metrioplios is in new york, making them up as tristates, but they all are pretty much stationed next to each other.

Gotham it self was founded by the jermey kane as a way to escape from the fists of antisementsim (kanes are marthas family canonically)

gotham city is realtivly diverse but it is heavily irish

i dont have every charcter drawn and i still need to draw a lot but this is a comic of a interaction that takes place between crane and nygma

some family realtions between charcters are

hugo strange is clock kings uncle

doctor apstol (youngest), centrism (OC,middle child), and poison ivy (oldest child) are all siblings

Edward is actullay from canada (moved to get away and start anew), nora and victor freeze are from ukraine (moved bc of job reasons), music meister is from africa (dont have spefic country yet,moved to make it BIG!!! he actullay wanted to go to metrioplis orginagly but gotham is WAY more cheaper)

jervis is actullay quite a regular guy most of the time but stuff like a tower of cards or a alice in wonderland qoute will cause his other personalitly to take place

suicide sqaud memebers are knock out, deathstroke, captian boomerang, harley quinn, and king shark

penguin is NOT short in my universe he is actullay HUGE, he came to gotham from a different country (havent decied on which yet) he was tiny but now hes a big big boy

victor zsasz belongs to a cult and kills people in the name of the cult

i cant think of anything specific right now but i am very open to questions about what any charcter is like in my universe and such im putting some misc art of the universe under the cut YIPPEE!!!!

#my batman universe #whackverse #ask #riddler #scarecrow #kiteman #hugo strange #clock king #edward nygma #jervis tetch #fire fly #garfield lynns #kite man #jonathan crane

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ao3feed-ateez · 3 months ago

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Twisted Fate

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yC9xouf by BTSARMYJONTY24 Society can be very violent. Brothers Yeosang and San know that all to well. After finally living in peace and putting Shadow Strike on hiatus, the two boys and their sqaud get sucked back into the violence once a new foe comes out of the shadows and a virus starts breaking out, causing their lives to turn from 0 to 100 in a matter of days. Words: 2729, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, SEVENTEEN (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Choi San (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Kang Yeseo (Kep1er), Lee Chan | Dino, Kim Namjoon | RM, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Choi Yeonjun, Huh Yunjin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Kim Taehyung | V, Miyawaki Sakura, Park Jisoo | Jihyo, Huening Bahiyyih, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Ezaki Hikaru, Seo Changbin, Kang Taehyun, Choi Beomgyu Relationships: Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Chwe Hansol | Vernon/Original Female Character(s), Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Original Female Character(s), Choi Beomgyu/Kang Taehyun, Huh Yunjin/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: other kpop idols mentioned - Freeform, Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Blood and Violence, mention of suicide, Gangs, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Character Death, Homophobia, Chan and Yeseo are kids, Yeonjun is kind of a dick, Bullying, Minor Choi Beomgyu/Kang Taehyun, Angst and Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yC9xouf

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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nggcanada · 1 year ago

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Game play!

#Suacide Sqaude

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witchygagirl · 2 years ago

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Yall help the teenagers are watching both suicide sqauds!!

I haven't written anything in a hot minute but....👀👀

Joel Kinnaman as Colonel Rick Flag in The Suicide Squad (2021), dir. James Gunn

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Take A Shot

Summary: Ginuwine’s Pony, promiscuity, and poor decisions lead to a night neither you nor Rick will forget.

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral (female receiving), angst, Rick is a slut, best friends to lovers, comfort fic.

W/C: 3.5k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+).

Characters: Rick Flag, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Pairing: Rick Flag x fem!reader.

Bingos: @rickflagbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo Squares Filled:

Rick Flag - comfort fic // first time // best friends to lovers

Angst - “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: from Canva.

Master Lists: DC // Main

Your couch has never looked so welcoming. The idea of leaving it for any reason other than swapping it for your bed makes you sigh heavily. But you will, tomorrow when responsibility calls again, you’ll get off your exhausted ass and go to work.

The last few months have been tough; a bad breakup after a three-year relationship was just the tip of the iceberg. A colleague retired, and your boss is too cheap and lazy to hire someone new, so you’ve had to take up the slack. You had the flu; Aunt Flow decided to make her appearance and give you the worst cramps you’ve had since you were a teenager and didn’t have the luxury of spending a few days in bed; then, this morning, your car broke down. The final straw was the truck that splashed a tsunami of a puddle over you while walking to work.

Luckily your best friend, Rick, picked you up after a horrendous shift that you spent damp and cold and on the verge of tears. You took a hot bath when you got home while Rick cooked dinner, and he refused to let you help him clear up after, forcing you to sit on the couch.

If it weren’t for Rick, you’d have lost your mind a long time ago. Just as you decide that 2022 can suck it, music blares from your sound system, making you jump.

Great, now that's broken too.

Before you can get up to turn the stupid thing off, Rick saunters in, hips swaying to the beat, bottom lip caught between his teeth as Ginuwine announces he’s just a bachelor looking for a partner.

“Dance with me,” Rick calls over the loud song. The neighbors are sure to complain soon.

You smile, motioning up and down his body with a wave of your hand. “That is not dancing, and no, I’m too tired.”

“Come on,” he coaxes, sliding closer. “You love this song.”

“I do, but usually it's accompanied by some hot ass dudes taking their clothes off.”

He stills, long enough to look offended, and then he whips his t-shirt off, waving it over his head. “Am I not a hot ass dude?” he asks, flexing his muscles like a bodybuilder on stage.

You laugh, unable to contain it; he always did know how to make you feel better. “Yes, Rick, you are one hot ass dude.”

He crosses the distance between you shaking his ass before he straddles your lap, rolling his hips and grinding his crotch an inch from your face. Singing along, badly, with the song - “if you’re horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony.”

Fuck it!

You sing along with him, shouting as loud as you can, almost drowning out the smooth alluring tones of the popular 90s singer. You run your hands up Rick’s thighs, dancing as much as you can while caged under him.

Rick’s lap dance continues. You play along, running your hands up his legs, over his hips, and when you reach his stomach, he slaps them away, scowling down at you comically. “Oi, keep your hands to yourself, little lady. This is not that kind of establishment.”

You bark out another laugh, and he tuts, disappointment in his eyes. He can’t hold it for long, though, and then he’s laughing while he tickles you.

You're breathless by the time you manage to wrestle him off, and he slumps onto the sofa beside you just as the song finishes.

“Feel better?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Yes, thank you,” you say. You genuinely do, even though you know tomorrow will suck again. “And after that performance, I also feel for whoever your flavor of the week is. Remind me to buy you some dance lessons for Christmas.”

“That’s fair,” he nods, chuckling. “But to be honest, my flavor of the week,” eyes rolling at your alluding to his promiscuity, “is in my bed before the issue of my dancing skills becomes a topic.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Translation, you fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em,” you say, standing up to go to the kitchen.

Rick scoffs and follows you, “I refute that statement.”

“Give me your phone.”

He takes it from his pocket without question and hands it over. “My code is-”

“I know your code.”

“What’re you doing?” he asks, watching you take two glasses from the cupboard and the three-quarters full bottle of vodka from the freezer.

“We’re gonna play a game,” you explain, putting the glasses on the table. “I’m going to go through your contacts, and for every girl you fucked and ghosted, we drink.”

Taking a seat at the table, Rick grimaces, “we might need more vodka.”

“Slut!” you laugh, joining him, “and put your shirt back on, casanova!”

“Why? Is all this,” he leans back and motions to his tanned torso, “distracting for you?”

“You're not my type.”

“I forgot, beards and broad shoulders,” he says, pouring a shot into each glass.

“Ah, you know me so well, pretty boy.” you swoon sarcastically. “Okay, ready?” he nods, and you open his contacts, reading the first name. “Amy D.”

Rick sighs and shoots back a shot while you smirk around the lip of your glass. “Shut up,” he sneers, around a smile.

The game continues, Rick retelling some of his sexapades when a name ignites a memory. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. You’ve been friends for a long time, and there’s no subject that's been off-limits. But he recounts a few tales in explicit detail, the alcohol loosening his tongue to describe things in a way he might not necessarily have done so before. His stories range from mediocre missionary to sex swings, domineering women, orgies, and submissive women with kinks you’ve never heard of, but all of them have one common denominator. Rick. A few times, you catch yourself biting your lip and clenching your thighs, watching his animated body ripple and flex.

He hasn’t put his shirt back on, and the alcohol has flushed his skin somewhat. Okay, he hasn’t got a beard, and he’s not as broad-shouldered as you like, but to hear him tell it, he’d make up for those things in other ways.

“Y/N,” Rick snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You spaced out there for a second,” he says, “where’d you go?”

You clear your throat and the thoughts of fucking your best friend from your mind, sitting up a little straighter. “Sorry,” you say and scramble to pick his phone back up to look at the next name.

“Who we got next?” he asks, with an excited clap of his hands.

You smile wickedly, and you see an opportunity, so you take it. “Me.”

Rick laughs. You know you’ve never slept with each other. “We’ve never.”

You shrug, “why have we never?”

“I tried,” Rick exclaims, “more than once.”

“Yeah, but we were in high school. I was inexperienced and shy. Why have you never tried again?”

“Cause I’m the fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em type,” he mimics your voice. Then he sobers fast, his eyes showing a level of affection that he seems to reserve only for you. “You deserve better than that.”

“Who says I want anything more than that?” you ask, “relationships are overrated.”

“Y/N,” he cautions, a slight frown on his brow as he tries to decipher if you're serious or not.

The confused look is adorable, and as his features soften, you can't help yourself. With vodka and imagination running wild through your veins, you push up enough to lean over and kiss him. A gentle press of your lips against his. Once. Twice. The third time you tease your tongue against his bottom lip, the fact that he doesn’t pull away makes you bolder.

His palm is warm against your cheek for a second before he uses it to push you back a little. His eyes remain closed even after you’ve broken apart. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, but he sounds almost regretful.

“I’m not that drunk,” you say but drop back into your seat.

“Then what was that?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I want to be reckless, be the irresponsible one for a while. And who better to let my inhibitions go with than my best friend?”

“Reckless?”

“Yes, reckless! If you haven’t noticed, my life is a bit of shit show right now, and I think getting railed to within an inch of my life on the kitchen table would make me feel immensely better.”

Rick watches you for a moment, and you can see he’s considering it. You take another shot and then realize you perhaps shouldn’t have. That will only fuel his ‘you’re drunk’ argument. You shove the glass away across the table.

After a long silence, you ask, “do I need to pass a sobriety test to prove to you I’m not drunk?”

His grin spreads quickly across his face. “Yes,” he says, “walk up and down, in a straight line, no stumbling.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” you smile, grabbing his phone and hitting play. Pony starts playing through the speakers again, and you get to your feet.

You take two small steps toward him, and he wets his lips as he pushes his chair back away from the table. You run a finger around his lips and down his throat. He swallows hard under your touch, and you smirk. You dip to ghost your mouth against his, and he chases your lips when you pull back without making a connection.

You throw your leg over his and grind down on his thigh, straightening your back to make your breasts brush against him. This time when you kiss him, he lets you dip your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back, but you can feel his hesitation to do more.

You pull back and taunt, “This is that kind of establishment. You can use your hands.”

He needs no further invitation, and he grabs your hips, pushing you down harder on his leg. You whine, closing your eyes, enjoying the friction against your clothed core.

Rick kisses your exposed neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. “This is a bad idea,” he mumbles against your throat, hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts. “But fuck it!”

He kisses you, hard and hungrily, lifting you with him as he stands up. “We’re not doing this down here,” he tells you, and the authority in his voice is mouth-watering.

The stories he told were true. Every single one of them. Rick’s dominant but attentive. He gets you both naked between passionate kisses and grinding bodies. As soon as he’s got you undressed and on your bed, he’s lying between your legs.

Long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue on your inner thigh set your skin aflame. He teases for a moment, fingers pressing and gripping but never in the places you want it most.

He kneads your breasts, and your back arches when he runs a finger through your folds. “Tell me what you want,” he says, sucking at the flesh on your thigh.

“Your fingers, inside me.”

He coats his fingers in your slick and then slowly inches them inside, crooking them to find your g-spot. You squirm and whimper his name when he hits it, and he plays you like a delicate instrument. He seems to know every chord to make you sing a string of profanities. His tongue teases you, licking a strip from your entrance to circle your clit, slowly sweeping over it and humming as if you taste like heaven.

“Don’t stop,” you moan, a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place as you push your hips up.

You feel him smile against your pulsing nub just before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks it between his plush lips, the tip of his tongue flicking over it.

“Fuck,” you yell as you cum and feel it dampen your legs. You try crawling up the bed away from him, the overstimulation meaning you need a break, but Rick isn’t finished with you yet.

“Nuh-uh,” he whispers, gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He doesn’t stop, fingers still hooked onto your g-spot, tongue lapping up as much of your climax as he can. “Damn, you taste good,” he says, crawling up your body. “Here, try some.”

There’s something exhilarating about your flavor on your best friend's lip that sends you into a frenzy. You try to rise up, wanting to take control, but his weight pressing you into the mattress makes it impossible.

You push at his shoulders, and he releases your mouth, kissing your jaw, moving down your neck. “It’s my turn to taste you,” you say.

“Nope,” Rick says, sucking your nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other. You hiss, and your back arches off the bed, only pushing the sensitive skin deeper into his mouth.

“Please,” you beg needily.

He kneels between your legs, butt resting on his heels. “We’ve got all night.” He grabs your legs, dragging you down the bed to hook your knees over his hips. You watch him palm his leaking cock, sliding the dome through your aching pussy lips. “You can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I wanna focus on you.”

He sets his dick at your entrance, and for a moment, the lust in his eyes is replaced by worry. “Before we do this, are you sure? There’s no going back after.”

“I’m more than sure.” You smirk, devilish and sex drunk, pressing your heels into his ass. You use your strength to pull him closer as you push forward, both of you sharply exhaling as he glides effortlessly through your wet heat.

Rick’s eyes roll closed. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight and warm.”

“Damn, you’re so big,” you moan.

He falls forward, palms flat on either side of your head, and he smiles down at you. He pulls back an inch and drives forward again, slow and steady. You expect him to be a fiend, ravage you like an animal, but he doesn’t.

Rick looms over you, a sweet smile on his face, and he dips to kiss you. Hard but meaningful thrusts snap his hips against yours, and for a minute, it feels like lovemaking.

Maybe it is. Maybe your friendship is what makes it so much more than sex, but right now, all you care about is how good he feels. He fits perfectly, filling you so completely that it’s almost painful when he’s buried to the hilt, but it’s a good sensation— a completion that you’ve never felt before, and even before your climax starts to build, you know you want to do this again and again.

Your alarm violently wakes you up at six, and you fumble around on the nightstand to find the off switch. Two hours was not enough sleep, but the reason for the lack of sleep makes you smile. You roll onto your back and stretch out in a star shape; your legs hurt, and your pussy stings, but it's a welcome ache.

You realize you shouldn’t be able to stretch out without hitting Rick and open your eyes to find his side of the bed vacant.

You silently pray that he’s making breakfast or taking a shower, but something in your gut tells you he’s gone.

“Asshole,” you say aloud once you’ve searched the house and checked your phone for messages.

You will not allow him to ghost you. You call him, not expecting him to answer, but he does after the third ring.

“Hey,” he says.

You can hear the excuse in his tone, and you don’t give him a chance to air it. “Seriously?” you ask. “You’re ghosting me? I can’t believe you! I know it was just a casual thing, but you couldn’t even stick around to give me a ride to work. You're an asshole.”

“One, I'm not ghosting you; I answered your call. And two, are you mad cause I left before you woke up or cause you need a ride to work?”

“Both! And another damn thing...”

“Turn around.”

You turn to see him walking through your front door, juggling two coffees in a holder, a brown paper bag, and his phone.

“I went to get breakfast,” he says, smirking as he approaches you. You can imagine the look of thunder that's on your face, and his smug smile only adds to the annoyance you're not ready to let go of. He could have left a note or something.

You hang up the call and take the bag from him. Rick hovers close to you for a second as if he’s contemplating if he should kiss you or hug you or something. He groans slightly, taking the bag back from you, then sets about emptying it. Silently, Rick hands you a bagel, and you thank him with a small smile. Then you sit in awkward silence, eating and sipping the lava hot coffee.

You take a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the guilt you feel. “Sorry I called you an asshole.”

“Apology accepted.”

Silence returns, the sound of you both chewing the only noise. You chance a few glances over at him, and each time he catches your eye, you look away. Which is ridiculous, but you feel too exposed, too seen.

Rick sighs, heavy and laden with remorse. “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Shit. You knew you’d have to have this conversation but didn’t think it would happen so soon, and you hoped you’d have more of an idea of how he was feeling before the inevitable ‘what happens now’ talk.

“Do you regret it?” you ask.

“If it’s fucked up our friendship, then yeah,” he says, “that’s the last thing I wanted.”

“That’s just it. I’m cool with being friends still. I don’t want that to change.” You shrug, anxious that you’re about to say the wrong thing, but you have to put it out there. You don’t want any awkwardness between the two of you. “I’m just wondering, well, more like hoping that we can do it again, sometime.”

“Yes, fuck yes! Absolutely.” Rick quickly replies. “Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.” He gets up from his seat and kisses you, the relief he feels clear in his lack of hesitation. “I think I’ve been holding back from falling in love with you, but after last night, I can’t pretend anymore.” He rambles, “That’s why all the women that came before you were only good for a night or two. I didn’t know it then, but I do now. You’ve been right in front of me this whole time, but it’s like I couldn’t see you.”

“Woo, Rick. What’re you saying?”

He panics, eyes widening as his hands drop from your face. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Nothing. Forget it. I’m just sex drunk still.” He hastily kisses your cheek as he grabs his keys from the countertop and leaves in a whoosh of air as he strides away, heading for the front door. “I need to go shower. I’ll be back to take you to work.”

“Rick, wait,” you call after him. “Let’s talk about this. If this was something more to you, then I want to know.”

He stops with his hand wrapped around the door handle, but he doesn’t turn to look at you. You stand a few feet behind him, frozen to the spot. His head drops, chin resting on his chest. His head shakes and whispers, more to himself than you, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“You keep saying that,” you groan, “but you seemed fine with it last night.”

“I was, I am. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assures you quickly.

You watch almost in slow motion as he turns the handle. You're scared that if he leaves, things will never be the same between the two of you.

“Please, don’t leave.” He must recognize the hurt and fear in your voice and slowly spins to face you. “I don’t want you to walk out of here, and us never be the same again, so please don’t. Can you just give me a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“To let it sink in that we’re both fucking idiots and that we should’ve done this a long time ago.” You step forward and run your hands up his chest, locking your arms around his neck. You tiptoe to reach his eye level and smile softly. “I want you, Rick. I want this, us.”

He captures your mouth in a fervent kiss.

He pulls back way sooner than you’re ready for the kiss to end. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You chuckle, “I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“Fuck work, you hate your job anyway.” He bends and throws you over his shoulder, and you let out a squeak of protest. “I have some money saved up. I can take care of you until you find something you love doing more than me.”

Laughing, you grip his ass to keep from sliding off his shoulder as he sprints up the stairs. “Well, then I hope you have a lot of money saved because I don’t think I’ll ever find something I like doing more than you.”

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