#they chanted fuck you Tony at some point

[mika-zibanejad93]

I was at the MSG watch party last night and after the game a bunch of the fans formed a crowd out the entrance on 7th ave just chanting and being happy together

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ Endurance Training With Anton }

pairing: sub! big dick! anton soft dom! f. reader

contains: lap sitting, hand job, kissing, i think that’s it!

new blog! first post! not proof read!

you’d both be on the couch in your shared home, you straddling his lap with his large cock in your hand. you barely started and he’s already a squirming mess, letting out little pants and whimpers, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “y/n… i’m not gonna last” he says his body shuddering with every stroke on his length. “i know it’s hard baby but this is for your benefit” you coo at him.

you start to trail kisses on his neck lightly sucking in some spots. he lets out a soft moan his hips bucking into your hand unintentionally. you click your tongue at him and give him a stern look earning a pout from him. you lean in and give him a light kiss to see how he reacts, he immediately pulls you in closer and deepens the kiss. you hum into his mouth when you notice the kiss seems to be somewhat distracting him from the movement of your hand on his thick, throbbing cock.

you continue kissing him and decide to test the waters by speeding up your hand. he breaks the kiss almost immediately and throws his head back on the couch, breath picking up as he pants and whines your name. “you can’t surprise me like that.. i almost came right then and there” you chuckle at his words “come on toni be a good boy for me, yeah?” his eyes shut at your words as he hums in response, your words sending shock waves straight down to his already rock hard erection.

“i’m going to pick up the pace again alright toni? if you can last 10 more seconds i’ll let you fuck me” you say with a sultry voice. he nods quickly acknowledging the challenge. your hand speeds up, running your thumb over his tip every few seconds. he’s a trembling whiny mess at this point. panting, and chanting your name over and over again. “count with me now baby” you grab his face to look at you, he nods. his resolve is thinning by the millisecond. you both begin to count “1…2….3…”

anton’s hips begin to buck uncontrollably as his high crashes over him quickly and aggressively, white ropes of cum spurting out of his hard cock and all over your hand and his stomach. his head is thrown back on the couch, you stop your movements and sigh. you grab his chin and force him to look at you, embarrassment etched onto his features. “i’m sorry y/n… it just felt too good” he pouts, his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes sending a pang right to your chest. you can’t be mad at him. “it’s okay toni, but we’ve still got some more work to do” you smirk before climbing off of him, leaving him to gather himself.

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[dollyhao]

omg what about loser ellie and bully reader but reader is jealous this time

cw: car sex, face riding, semi public sex, desperate ellie

toni’s note: y’all this might be my favorite one <3

ellie is on the soccer team and wins yet another game for her team. you were sitting in the stands the whole game quietly cheering her on. (can’t do it out loud or it might get to her head)

when the game was over, you climbed down the bleachers to go wait by the car for ellie so y’all could go home. but when 15 minutes past, you go see wtf is taking her so long. then you see them.

a group of girls all fawning over ellie with one in specific rubbing her hands on your kinda-girlfriend’s arm. ellie seems to be paying the bitch a lot of attention too.

you are glaring daggers at ellie hoping she can feel them before walking over and pushing through this ridiculous crowd. didn’t everyone already know ellie was taken? didn’t ellie know that?

when ellie’s sees you approaching her she gives you a sweet genuine smile. the kinda smile she reserved only for you, you pluck the girls hand off ellie as she began basically rubbing herself on ellie. you make sure ellie can see that your not happy with her, crossing your arms and walking away without a word.

ellie is apologizing to the girls telling them she has to go home with her girlfriend. ellie jogs to catch up with you, reaching to wrap her arm around your shoulder but you toss her arm off. continuing your walk to the car.

“what i do now?” she says stoping you from opening the passenger side door. you quirk a brow at her, “should i let some girls rub up against me and see how you feel?” ellie looks at you confused.

ellie is so oblivious that she didn’t even realize all those girls wanted to fuck her. what a fucking loser. “they were just complimenting me on winning the game.” she rubs the back of her neck kinda confused.

“doesn’t fucking matter ellie! you don’t let girls rub on you when you have a gf!” you say pushing at her chest.

ellie breaks out into a grin, “your officially my gf?” you roll your eyes, “i don’t know ellie. i don’t want a gf who lets other girls rub on them.” ellie grabs your hand, opening the door to the back seat, crawling in and pulling you with her.

ellie pulls you into a feverish kiss, like kissing you is the only thing keeping her alive. “ellie, what are you-ah~“ you start to say before your interrupted by ellie biting and sucking on your neck.

“sit on my face,” ellie says grabbing your hips trying to get you to straddle her. “i only want you, your the only one for me. let me prove it!” ellie lays across the backseat when you straddle her waist. “hmm… say please,” you say smirking. you wasn’t just gonna give her what she wanted that easily.

“please please princess. i need you,” ellie is trying to beckon you further up her body with a pleading look on her face. how could you say no to such perfect begging. you slide your jeans and underwear off, hovering over ellie’s face. ellie doesn’t wait, wrapping her arms around your thighs pulling you down on her face.

ellie delves in, eating you out like it’s her right. “ooo ellie f-fuck.” you moan out hands flat on the car window. ellie moves her chin up and down trying to lick your every crevice, doing this makes her nose bump against you clit over and over. you place you palm on ellie’s forehead trying to get away from her purposeful licks and sucks.

ellie shakes her head at you, not helping your situation at all. “els. so so good..” you say grabbing the handles above your head with both hands for dear life. your riding ellie’s face at this point, bouncing slightly, moving your hips in circles. “i’m so close els” your jaw goes slack, head thrown back, chanting ellie’s name like a prayer.

your vision goes white as you cum, riding out your orgasm on ellie’s face, hips still moving. you lift your self off ellie’s face looking down and seeing her pussy drunk, like she just ate you out solely for her benefit.

“i love you,” says ellie with a lazy smile. you don’t say it back, but kiss her hard enough that she knows you feel the same.

[zilabee]

Tony Bramwell, on the Death of Happiness:

- Perhaps it was the world’s press taking them too seriously and asking silly questions about the deeper meaning of their songs and about where the words came from that changed them from being simple songwriters. Songwriting became a “creative art” and was reinvented as being difficult.

- For John and Paul, songs were suddenly something that were “crafted” and then taken off to Abbey Road like a half-finished jigsaw puzzle for George Martin to work his alchemy on. It all became serious and expensive.

- Things changed. The passion went. […] I came to see on a regular basis how the four of them would be slumped in a corner at Abbey Road, with cups of coffee and bits of paper and cigarettes and joints, not doing a thing. George Martin and the new engineer, Geoff Emerick (who had replaced Norman Smith), would be sitting in the control room, or the canteen, bored out of their minds.

- I will always remember the twelve empty boxes [Magic Alex] made for George. They contained nothing and didn’t actually do anything, but George told John that they contained some kind of light ray that could recognize bad vibes. “Really? I’ll have some of those,” said John. “Yeah, me too. In fact, I’ll have two dozen. Put ’em on my bill,” said Ringo who was the most cynical of all the Beatles. Alex produced dozens and in all seriousness, they were lined up in key points around the Beatles’ homes, where, as far as I could tell, they continued to do nothing at all.

- The Beatles were under a lot of pressure at that time to prove themselves in the aftermath of Brian’s death. Consequently, the people who worked for them, or for Apple, were under a lot of pressure not to take the piss out of even the smallest of the Beatles’ bright ideas, including their involvement with the Maharishi, Alexis Mardas, or the Fool. They’re looking at you saying: “Go on. Say it. Say what you’re thinking! I can take it.” And you’re going, “No fucking way. One: you can’t take it. Secondly: I like it here!” To disagree would prove you were not tuned in and turned on.

- Denis left for the ashram, where he discovered that the Beatles were too high up in the clouds, literally, to care about films. George so desperately wanted to believe in this new religion that he called Denis into his hut and made him watch while he sat down cross-legged and levitated. When I asked Denis if he actually saw any space between George’s bottom and the concrete floor, he said evasively, “I’m not sure. George was wearing a robe, and it was very dark in his hut.” Denis was always very diplomatic.

- It seemed to me—and from what they said—that they were very earnest about meditation and Indian music, but found the Maharishi a faintly repulsive figure. They argued about it, but in the end they decided to give him the benefit of the doubt just in case he was some kind of magician

- [on hearing Jumping Jack Flash for the first time on the radio, Paul sends Tony to immediately request the station play it again.] There was a very funny look on Paul’s face as I went off to find the phone. As if, not only was the whole world on his shoulders, but now the Stones were about to hit their stride.

- As the sixties gave way to the seventies, the fun left. It was like a carousel on a merry-go-round slowly grinding to a halt, with the music dying and the lights going dim.

- Klein couldn’t have known that John was sensitive about being slightly dyslexic, but he had guessed correctly that John resented being seen as the junior partner.

- Not only was it hard work drumming up sufficient Krishnas to placate George when he wanted them around, but we were all bored to death at having to go along with the bunch of dropouts who marched up and down, chanting, clanging bells and begging for money.

- Previously, the Beatles had tried to get along; now there were factions. It was like walking on a knife-edge of conspiracies and backbiting. I watched the madness and the slow disintegration of Apple as barriers went up and years of lawsuits and wrangling began. […] People who worked for the Beatles and Apple were supposed to be totally faithful, but it was impossible to be loyal to everybody.

[sonicboomseason3]

this is really fucked up, but one of the reasons why actors tend to not speak out on big political topics is because on some contracts, production companies will include clauses such as not being able to publicly contradict their political beliefs. this is enforced through either monetary penalties and non disparagement agreements, but they both serve the same purpose of having a legal precedent to publicly punish actors who do it

i was originally just gonna respond to this with an "ok" and nothing else but then i caught a good handful of people in my notes dickriding an actor who doesn't even know that they exist (and really only him because i haven't seen anyone doing the same for marsden or pally) so ykw how about i just take this opportunity to bring up a couple of other sketch things that keanu has done that show that he isn't nearly as cool as everyone wants to believe:

the party with netanyahu isn't actually the only time he's rubbed elbows with a prominent israeli - he actually trained with IOF special ops vet aaron cohen in order to play john wick (and on the off chance that anyone wants to dismiss cohen as some guy who was just in the IOF decades ago and left that shit behind, just take a look at his history here). cohen on his own is just an absolute piece of work and a cursory glance at his social media should tell you everything in case the past couple of sentences didn't

and since people want to play the fucking "keanu attended that party a decade ago!!1!" card with me (interestingly enough nobody's doing the same for marsden even though the thing with him was way back in like 2004) i'll go for something relatively recent: he's friends with killer cop toni mcbride. in 2020 mcbride shot and killed daniel hernandez and subsequently got sued by his family for it (guess whose movies they've requested that people boycott?). around the 0:10 mark of this video of the two of them meeting up, they make jokes about "shootin' newton," which is a chant lapd newton division cops came up with to reference the high amount of police shootings that happen there. also in case none of this is enough for you mcbride's a proud trump supporter so yeah she's just a full-on white supremacist and keanu not only decided to hang out with her for a day but also evidently knew enough about the lapd to know about "shootin' newton"

but back to anon's original point, am i supposed to care that he could potentially get fined for saying shit? this past week, hundreds of college students and faculty, most if not all of whom are significantly worse off than an a-list celebrity like keanu, have been brutalized and arrested for protesting the genocide on campuses. and somehow an actor with a net worth of $380 million can't say or do anything lest he run the risk of being fined or fired or whatever

[grumpycakes]

Cause @the-indoor-kites TIPPED ME ABOUT IT???? (Still reeling thank you) it's time for

SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO

SO WHAT HAS HAPPENED???

A lot, but a culmination of McCarthy not going extreme enough for the far right, while also not offering anything to the democrats (actually sometimes promising small ass things and then REFUSING WHEN IT COMES TO IT) has made McCarthy super unpopular w everyone.

AND THEN the govt needed the budget made/approved (an unfortunately YEARLY THING). Far Rights want horrendous shit in there, republicans don't want anything helpful that the Dems want. The classics. But in the face of a shutdown, McCarthy RIGHTLY chooses to avoid it by working w the Dems to pass a few weeks pass to work on their shit to get it figured out.

This makes the far right (Gaetz being the one to do it all either alone or as the point person) lose their shit.

And remember how he had to agree to weird ass rules to get the Far Rights to vote for him? Well one of those stupid rules was, instead of needing a group of people to agree to trigger a vote on if they want to oust the speaker. THEY ONLY NEED ONE PERSON. GAETZ.

So Gaetz calls for a vote on keeping McCarthy. Enough Rebups refuse to vote for him that unless Dems vote for him to save his ass he's toast.

Thing is McCarthy has been badmouthing the Dems to the press and blaming THEM for the budget not happening. So tho the Dems are like LOLL FUCK YOU THEN BRO. AND N O N E OF THEM VOTE TO SAVE McCARTHY. N O N E

So McCarthy is out. His bestie is PISSED and slams the gavel super hard and dismisses them.

We have no speaker, congress doesn't function if we don't have a speaker. (though some are floating the idea that they allow the interim speaker have powers to allow them to pass the budget lol aaaaa)

Repubs gotta pick a nominee for speaker. (Dems are still more than happy to back Hakeem Jeffries). Repubs have two dudes that are most likely. Steve Scalise and Jim Jordan

Scalise

Got shot in that one baseball shooting back in 2017

Has been the Repub WHIP (the assistant leader to the party leader)

Would not say that the election wasn't stolen

WINS THE NOMINATION TO BE VOTED ON FOR SPEAKER

REMOVES HIMSELF AS A CANDIDATE FOR THE SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE???????

Jordan

Was the Ohio Wrestling Coach when their Team Doctor (Strauss) abused players (Denies knowing anything, is not believed)

wanted to be speaker after Paul Ryan was ousted (but dems won the house and his dreams were THWARTED)

Wanted to be minority leader, McCarthy won instead

actually floated himself as an option when McCarthy lost the first 3 votes earlier in the year

May have been asking for a pardon after jan 6

So like neither of these dudes are great, but I would have assumed the Whip would be the next speaker... and then he stepped away????

They could have voted last week, but declined w some republicans saying that Jordan didn’t have the votes. so they were taking the weekend to get ppl on board.

BRINGING US TO TUSEDAY 10/17/2023 around like noon.

Stefanik is in an aggressively pink skirt suit (probably not the right term) and gives a basic ass speech for Jim Jordan. Kinda a WE GOTTA GET IT TOGETHER SO VOTE FOR OUR IDIOT sentiment. Pro Israel cause they’re hoping that makes republicans care (loll please)

Jim Aguilar comes up, nice to see u again sir. Also gives a basic ass speech but Dems. They chant w him on a repeated line. Like okay but weird. Nominates Jeffries.

No other nominations.

NOTABLE VOTES

(literally no promises on spelling)

Bacon - McCarthy

Billorakis - MIA/doesn’t vote when recalled

Boebert - toes the line w Jordan

Buck - MIA/Emmer on recall

Chavez DeReemer - McCarthy (rumbling from the crowd)

Connolly - says something but votes Jeffries crowd gives reaction

DeEspazito - Zelden (who the fuck is that)

Diaz-Ballart - Scalise (Republicans you have one job……)

Ellsey - García (bunch of murmuring and again WHO THE FUCK)

Gonzales (Tony) - Scalise (well Jordan’s for sure lost)

Granger - Scalise

James - MIA/votes for John Cole in the recall (????)

The respective parties clap w their nominees vote for themselves. It is dumb and wasting time (but the republicans don’t sound as enthusiastic as the dems rofl)

Joyce - MIA/votes Jordan on recall

Kelly of PA - Scalise

Kiggins of VA - McCarthy (my dudes, he’s not getting re-elected…)

LaLota - Zelden (oh fun, he has more than one supporter)

LaMaufa - MIA/McCarthy on recall

Lawler - McCarthy

Lee of NV - vote for Jeffries but gets laughter???

McCarthy - Jordan (gets applauded. Hope that stings u fart)

Pelosi gets applause for her Jeffries vote

Rutherford - Scalise

Scalise - gets “Good Boy” claps for voting Jordan

Scott (Austin) - gets applause for voting Jordan?

Simpson - Scalise

Spartz - MIA/votes for Massey (loll you can hear a reporter go Massey??? When it’s called)

VanOrden - gets one dingus clapping for him for voting Jordan?

Womack - Scalise (y’all a mess)

432 Present • 217 votes to win

200 votes Jordan

212 votes Jeffries (dems erupt in cheers, interim speaker looks annoyed lol)

6 McCarthy (sad my dudes)

3 Lee Zelden

7 Scalise (ha ha even Scalise beat you McCarthy)

1 Garcia

1 Tom Emmer

1 Tom Cole

1 Tom Massey

(Damn the toms)

No majority, no speaker has been chosen.

Interim speaker is REAL LOUD w that damn gavel. Immediately calls recess, feed cuts out.

They go into recess for like 2 hours.

NEWS HIGHLIGHTS

- Rep Huizenga talks to reporters says he’s leaving cause they need to take more time to get more idiots on board.

- Spokesperson said 2nd vote to come at 6pm (it did not lmao)

- Jordan apparently asked to meet w Scalise to get more ppl on board. SCALISE APPARENTLY DECLINED

- Rep Buck said Jordan will lose more votes if he tries again. This could deflate the republicans in wanting to vote for him if he’s not a winning candidate

- 9 Republicans would have to vote present to allow Jeffries to win (which he would, since Jordan didn’t get over 200) but it would be against their interest and political suicide.

- republicans who don’t like Jordan were pushing for a second vote that night to further embarrass Jordan

Vote 2 next! >

[merrhea39]

binging everything judgment day pt 4

Raw 8/1/22 Edge has a call out post on his twitter dot com for the Judgment Day. 

Next mysterios have a interview about their match for the tag team titles against the usos.

Mysterios vs. Usos(w). Heel Jey is odd to me at this point honestly. Dom is legit looking good in this match. Dom was close to winning. Uso’s win off a 1d to Dom Dom. 

HERE’S THE BEAT DOWN!!!! Judgment Day come out to kill the mysterios. (rhea hurting dom counter: 3) SHE CHOKES THAT BOY OUT. (it should have been me!) Rhea pushes Dom into Edge’s spear and here comes the descension from Dom. HAHAHA JOKER RHEA. Also a mic picks up Rhea saying “who’s your papi Dom?”. Damn they already fuckin. (damn I wish i could join judgment day)

Raw 8/8/22 Dom and Rey have a confrontation with edge (still not calling him adam copeland fuck you tony) dom is fucking pissed and he pushes edge. Oooo it’s happening hehehehe. Judgment day have a promo before finn’s match with rey. Judgment day have a promo about fear and danger and I don’t like this crowd. Damian is mean mugging so hard.

Rey vs. Finn(w). Rey is sad because Dom isn’t with him. Finn tries to do a three amigos but doesn’t know how to shoulder shimmy lol. Damian interferes and then edge gets involved and they brawl to the back. Rhea comes out with a bloodied Dom and it distracts Rey (Rhea hurting Dom counter: 4) 

Raw 8/15/22 Judgment day start off raw. SUIT RHEA! WE WERE BLESSED OH LORDY. RHEA IS PAPI! Ok so Damian was giving this menacing speech about how he’d fuck up edge alone and said that beth would have to push edge around in a wheel chair AND FUCKING RHEA MIMICS DOING THAT I CAN’T SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS. Rey comes out of nowhere and attacks Damian and finn but he still won’t hit rhea (partially because she’s still hurt.) 

Raw 8/22/22 Dolph has an interview and Finn interrupts and says dolph is the same as edge and rey. Dolph was wearing a vest that looked like something Rhea would wear. 

Zigglypuff vs Finn(w). Finn finally gets his new theme. A solid match but that’s pretty obvious from these 2. This is a really good raw match. Rhea interferes and Finn gets the win. 

The Judgment Day have a backstage interview where Rhea says we run monday night raw and then take a dig at the zig. Finn say Rhea is beating up Dom to the point that he’s starting to like it and well… he’s not wrong.

Damian vs. Edge(w). Damian finally gets his theme. Holy shit since when was Damian doing that high flying shit god damn that looked cool. Edge goes top rope to the floor holy hell they just doing whatever they want. Some mfs in the crowd chanted we want tables priest said ‘you want tables?’ then does a razors edge to edge through the announce table. Edge did a top rope hurricanrana wtf they got the green light to do whatever. Damian even hit a killswitch (I get that reference). Damian tries to spear edge but Edge counters with a south of heaven lol. Edge does a fucking canadian destroyer and a spear to win. 

Raw 8/29/22. Ziggler + Styles vs. Judgment Day(w). Rhea pls bring back this fit, shes so daddy. A power bomb into a fame-asser is crazy (i refuse to call it a famouser). AJ doesn’t want to hit Finn… interesting. Priest pins Ziggler off of a south of heaven.

Edge appears and then Judgment day decides they’ll stay in the ring. Also rhea’s braid is dyed purple aww. “He told no lies, not one cap to be found.” - damian priest 2022. Damian also says beth wears the pants in the relationship. Edge is “comfortable in is masculinity” lmao this promo is wack. Edge Rey and Dom attack the judgment day. Rhea confronts Dom with the kendo stick, Rhea is basically taming a puppy here it’s kinda funny. Rhea takes the kendo stick from Dom and then she gets pulled out of the ring by finn and damian. 

This episode of raw is also the one where Seth says that Matt’s kids don’t wanna see his bitch ass anymore. 

Edge does the picture sign bit again. 

Aww Dom is so sad that Rey is tagging with Edge and not him poor bbg. 

Clash at the Castle 9/3/22. Rey + Edge(w) vs. Judgment Day. I love the titantron that looks like a castle its so cool. Rhea’s gear is so fuckin cool here. Damians sell of being crotched is funny as shit. Edge does the worlds worst 619 lmaooooo. Rhea attacks Dom after Dom gets the refs attention (rhea hurting dom counter: 5) she was like that wasn’t in our plan. Edge and Rey win but then Dom takes edge to DICK KICK CITY BIATCH. Then Dom clotheslines Rey like how Eddie did and the Judgment Day laugh hysterically.

[sheinthatfandom]

Time to make my Worlds End predictions.

Even though it’s not until tomorrow I’m feeling pretty good and wanna focus on something that makes me happy soooo wrestling. Gonna just put everything under the cut cause it’s a lot of matches and I have thoughts.

Zero hour

20 man battle royale. Not putting the pic cause there’s no faces anyway.

Why are we having a battle royale for the PPV this coulda been a womens match. Oh or a women’s battle royale. I have no idea who in this but since Lee Moriarty isn’t already on any posters for this PPV I want him to win. Scorpio sky should not be in this or wardlow just no neither should go near this belt again. Also is Chuck healed yet? I’ll also accept Chuck winning

The dream is for Yuta to walk out with two belts. Realistically, never gonna happen. Hook has never lost clean and after the last loss he shouldn’t lose to shenanigans again. What I do want is for Yuta to bring the monster out of hook. I want this to be a blood bath and for both of them to get the crowd on their feet and chanting fight forever. I want when this match is over for the ftw belt to mean the bloodiest hardcore shit in aew. Hook is most likely winning this but I want it to feel deserved.

Andrade lost the c2 and with CJ still gone after the infection/surgery it would make sense for him to lose because she’s not around to cheer him on and manage him to greatness. This should be miros match to win but it would be great if Andrade mimicked some of miros moves making it seem like CJ might have taught Andrade her own husbands stuff. That’s for commentary to put over but if it’s the usual folks I doubt they’d do that and will most likely be talking about what they had for lunch 🙄

So originally it was gonna be Kyle but I guess now we’re getting Takeshita. Which to me means they didn’t want the losing team to be3 people with belts so they moved him out. Hopefully it’s that and not an injury. Either way fuck this match Takeshita shoulda been in the battle royale. The only good thing about this match is Ricky and Will (Hobbs) being on the same team again and it could be interesting seeing them move fluidly together and Bill like 👀 are you trying to take a big booty princess???? Especially when Ricky makes it such a point that he and bill don’t know each other aren’t close aren’t friends and don’t even have a tag name and it’s all on purpose and by design. (Because the last person he trusted was will and will went after his neck.) And then Jericho is out here naming himself after nazi sympathizers. We already know whose winning and I hate it all.

IF SWERVE DONT WIN I WILL PERSONALLY SHOVE MY FOOT UP TKS NARROW ASS!!!! This man needs to be put on the fast path to the world title and losing to Lee when I don’t see any legitimate story for Lee after this ain’t it. If they have to let it be Nana coming in with shenanigans and run this back when Swerve is world champ.

I hope everyone has fun 🥰🥰

I’m hoping Lethal gets knocked tf out early and we can just watch everyone fuck nasty for 20 mins before Danny pins Lethal for the win. (And then we get Danny in a winners room with only the BCC cause he’s a good boy and deserves it) also Danny should wear the panties since he’s teaming with Bryan. 🥵

As much as I’m done with Christian as tnt champ adam doesn’t deserve it. I personally want Christian to walk out with the belt. But I can see tk giving it to Adam and with no dq maybe lucha helps adam and turns on Christian to keep a story going. But again I don’t want Adam to win here.

I love you mox so much you’re my fave wrestler in the history of forever you are the heart and soul of professional wrestling… buuuuut Eddie is and should be the one to walk out with 3 belts. The story that has been building not even for months for years is for Eddie to take this and it’s the only ending. Nothing else this is for Eddie

I’m not ready for Toni to lose the belt and I’ve never been a riho fan. I don’t hate her but I def don’t see her as champion at least not for aew. If Toni does lose it would be cause Mariah cost her but again I don’t want that. It could also be Mariah’s first match be against riho cause she costs riho this match if they don’t want riho to lose clean.

I want mjf to win only because I do not want Joe as a transitional champion and I really really want swerve to get the belt early in 2024. The devil needs to show his face already. Also who tf is our roh tag team champs right now? It better be the kingdom. Plus if joe loses and he willingly gave up his tv belt like can you imagine how unhinged he will be? It’s gonna be so sexy 😏 and then imagine zack poking him like Samoa Joseph I guess we know whose the greatest television champ is don’t we. This man is gonna be a menace if he loses will make it everyones problem.

Here’s hoping the devil is Adam or Kyle 🤞

[sithwitch13]

AEW ALL OUT AND ZERO HOUR 9-3-23

-SCORPIO SKY'S BACK

-HANGMAN WIN. Guess the person in the front flipping him off is a Punk fan huh

-WOMEN. I love them all. And aww, Billie wearing the minion shirt a fan gave her yesterday!

-oh lord this is already corny as hell and I love it

-can we please trade Kevin Kelly for Taz

-Dark Order vs Budge, you hate to see it 😭

-oh please give us MJF vs Joe, not only because it would be cool but because of That Gif You Know The One. WE NEED CLOSURE.

-I honestly hope Luchasaurus retains because a) Heel Christian is comedic perfection and b) I need a Darth Vader vs Palpatine encounter as the end to this story

-I don't know if trading JR for Kevin Kelly is an upgrade or downgrade.

-MEATY MEN

-the meat chants may be my favorite thing tonight so far

-petition for "Holy Meat" to be Miro and Hobbs' tag team name

-y'all know what this mean? A Barden Bella is All Elite!

-RUBY AND KRIS LET'S FUCKING GO

-oh my god she's dressed as zoolander

-here for face Gloria Swanson. I mean, Toni Storm.

-THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

-ricky don't do that he likes it

-that fucked on all levels

-EDDIE TIME

-oh shit I get my wish re: Taz

-seriously though am I crazy or does Yuta have a very short buttcrack

-i'm gonna cry when Eddie finally beats Claudio

-that throwback gear for Kenny!!!

-kinda sad that he's not showing a little leg though

-aaa Eddie's slightly too late kickout because he's almost to the point of beating Claudio and Kenny's slightly too late kickout because he was just barely not good enough 😭

-trash boy fight time! Also FTR is there.

-Orange vs Mox time and I have anxiety

-the fact that Orange has gained Mox's respect makes me want to cry

-BEST FRIENDS AND KRIS ACCOMPANYING ORANGE

-Orange being covered in blood while Mox is only covered in Orange's blood and then resorting to some of Mox's signature bites and scratches >>>>>

-Orange ramping up the little kicks to full in rage stomps was amazing

-my heart's broken but what a fuck of an end to a run

[underwhelmingalchemist]

For the violence asks: 8 & 13

*chanting* violence, violence, violence-

8 - common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about: No fandom was specified so we're talking about Tony Stark within the MCU. Specifically that, believe it or not, he's not a completely horrible character with no redeeming qualities or points in his favor! I can totally understand hating him. That's completely fair. BUT. The fandom, or at least the fandom on tumblr, treats him like he's pure evil. I think a good deal of people think that even within the canon of the movies he's worse than Thanos. But I feel like a lot of people want to ignore the fact that, like him or not, he's a complex character with a lot of depth. He's not some golden boy, and imo, he's never treated like one. Not by the movies (except maybe Endgame, but fuck Endgame), and not by the other characters around him. He's a deeply traumatized dumpster fire of a person with too much money and privilege, and I don't think he knows how to be a good person. But damn does he try. He's motivated by an often misguided notion of how to improve the world, one that's influenced by his upbringing. It's strongly implied that he was abused and neglected as a child, and that the butler, Jarvis, was more a parent to him than his actual parents ever were. Howard provided a perfect model of his future pattern of substance abuse and partying. He's been through numerous apocalypse scenarios, and was shown to have strong PTSD, along with likely some form of neurodivergence (I'm sorry, but no neurotypical person is hyperfocusing on an engineering project for days on end with no sleep and losing track of time). Tony was raised surrounded by wealth and privilege, and was never taught how to be a good person. But through the Iron Man trilogy, we see him trying. We see him struggling with facing his own mortality through the thing that once saved him killing him, we see him facing his personal demons in Iron Man 3, and we see him doing his best through all of it to stumble through the path to being someone he can not hate when he looks in the mirror. And yeah, he sucks at it. Watching Tony Stark trying to be a good person is a bit like watching one of those wobbly kittens try to eat out of a food bowl that's not theirs and only succeeding occasionally and very messily. But I think that's part of why I enjoy his character. I think I like watching someone who is so damn far from perfect struggle to become a better person, battling his personal demons, and I don't think his wealth completely erases that battle. Also, the later movies completely fucked over what was being developed through the Iron Man trilogy and just made him into what other people would have seen him as without holding any regard for his internal struggles and characterization, but they also did that with, like, most of the characters. Name a single MCU character they didn't make worse over time. I

13 - worst blorboficiation: I'm a little confused by what this one means. IMO everyone should have a blorbo. I strongly support everyone adopting a character and rotating them in their mind for 8-12 hours a day, no matter who that is. You can pick the most despicable resented character in canon and I will still fight for your right to go a little rabid for them. Foam at the mouth a little, it's good for you

Thanks for the chance to rant, Alex :3

🔥choose violence ask game🔥

[icarus-suraki]

And this is all true. I was 19 and a sophomore in college. And I fucking remember "Freedom Fries."

"Cheese-eating surrender monkeys" came back into favor about that time too when the French were like "Non, merci" about "bombing [the "enemy"] back to the stone age."

And Dubya used the 9/11 attacks to go finish his daddy's war in Iraq for no good reason.

Rumors circulated that Clearchannel, now IHeartMedia, were banning certain songs because they were too distressing in the aftermath. Included were "Tuesday's Gone" and "Goodbye Ruby Tuesday" because the attacks happened on a Tuesday.

The endless flag stickers on just about everyone's cars. Just slap a big ol' plain rectangle flag sticker on your car to prove that You Support America.

Most large newspapers also printed a huge US flag the next day--like a full spread of two sheets just of the flag so you could, like, hang it in your window or something? I have no idea. It was to Support America I guess.

A lot of people said they were going to wear all red, white, and blue for the rest of the week.

Meanwhile, I was at a women's college that had very left-leaning aging Hippie professors and a surprising number of right-leaning students with some intense Evangelical associations. So they were excited that this might be the precursor to the Apocalypse and that the Rapture might really be immanent this time--!! I hung out with the professors...

My point, I think, is that this Major Event happened and everyone knew where they were when they heard but nobody knew what to do with the knowledge. No one knew what to do in the aftermath. It was like everything changed but it didn't feel any different. Everyone was scared and upset but it felt so directionless. Shouldn't we feel something more? Shouldn't we be doing something? But what was there to do?

So a lot of people got very nationalistic, very aggressive about bombing Iraq or Saudi Arabia or Afghanistan or whoever in the "Axis of Evil."

And Colin Powell got up in the UN and claimed there were WMDs in Iraq, despite what the UN said, which was as good a reason as any for Dubya to start a war there, along with the war in Afghanistan of course. And that was the start of the War on Terror--which was about as successful as the War on Drugs or the War on Poverty. I went to some antiwar protests in the winter of 2001-2002. The chant at the time was "Not in my name, not with my money." But it also felt kind of futile? Like the protests weren't going to stop Bush and the men who put him in power, but at least we could say out loud that we disagreed. Also I met some anarchists in person for the first time and that was cool.

Somehow there were also prowar protests at the same time which mostly revolved around "Support Our Troops" and "God bless America." I was angry at them at the time but now I think it's another example of not knowing what to do after such an event.

Being the feisty baby Leftist that I was as an undergrad I wrote a speech for public speaking class about Why The War In Iraq Is Fucking Stupid and later I wrote more than a couple of op-ed articles and letters for the college newspaper. And then a lot of my fellow students got really mad at me because I wasn't "Supporting Our Troops" (I wanted them not to go? And stay alive? Without PTSD?) and I wasn't being sufficiently "American." Literally had someone who was engaged to a guy in the military break down and cry during my speech because "It just feels like you don't support them!"

I think I also called Anne Coulter a nazi for the first time around that time lol. That made some of the angry subgroup even angrier lmao lmao. Die mad; I'm right.

Meanwhile, I have family in Ewing Township, NJ. Around about the time the anthrax attacks of 2001 happened, Tony Blair gave a speech about supporting the US and the "special relationship" between the UK and the US and so on... My darling grandmother of Ewing, NJ, was so moved by this that she decided to write him a letter in appreciation of his support. Ewing is just outside of Trenton, NJ, so my darling grandmother sent off her letter through the same post office as the first set of anthrax letters. Nice.

She did get a very kind, albeit canned, response, which I think amused her a great deal. And it was kind of novel to see the "irradiated" letters, though. They were weirdly fragile and crackly.

Fun fact: Mystikal's 2001 song, "Bouncin' Back (Bumpin' Me Against the Wall)" references both the aftermath of 9/11 and the anthrax attacks:

Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN Just take the precaution so yo life will be better Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters

I think I got a wedding invitation in late fall 2001 that had loose dried lavender in the envelope. I mean, I had a good laugh. Some people wouldn't have but I'm a fucking sicko.

Remind me to tell you the most incredible stolen valor story someday too...

Post 9/11 Trivia

Most folks on this site were either children on September 11, 2001, or weren’t even born yet.  But America went crazy for about a year afterwards.  Here’s some highlights that I remember that might not be in your history books:

There was national discussion on whether or not Halloween should be canceled because…fuck if I know why.  After planes crashed into buildings in NYC it follows that 6-year-olds in Iowa shouldn’t be allowed to dress up like Batman and ask their neighbors for candy, I guess.  (Halloween wasn’t canceled, by the way.)

On a similar note, people asked if comedy - any sort of comedy - was appropriate anymore, ever.

People sold shitty parachutes to suckers “in case your building gets attacked and you have to jump out the window.” There were honest-to-God news reports warning people not to jump out of the window with shitty mail-order parachutes because they wouldn't work.

As a follow-up to the attacks, someone mailed anthrax to some prominent politicians and news anchors - you know, famous people - along with some badly-written notes about “you cannot stop us, death to America, Allah is good” and after that every time some random dumbass found a package in the mail they didn’t recognize they thought that the terrorists were targeting them, too.

Everyone was similarly convinced that their town was going to be the next target, even if they were a little town in the middle of nowhere. "Our town of Bumblefuck, South Dakota (population 690) has the largest styrofoam pig statue west of the Mississippi! Terrorists might fly planes into that too! It's a prime target!"

People started taping up their windows and trying to make their houses or apartments airtight out of fear of chemical and biological attacks. There were news reports warning people that turning your house into an airtight box was a bad idea because, y'know, you need air to breathe.

"[X] supports terrorism!" and “if we do [X], the terrorists win!” were used as arguments for everything.  "Some rich Arab you never heard of donated to his organization that backs Hamas which backs al-Queda, and also owns stock in a holding company that has partial ownership of the Pringles company, so if you eat Pringles you're supporting terrorism!" "The terrorists want to tear down our freedoms and our way of life and rule us through fear! Eating what you want is one of our freedoms as Americans! If you're afraid to eat Pringles, the terrorists win!" (I promise you that this sort of argument is in no way hyperbole.) (This argument is how Halloween was saved, by the way.  “If we cancel Halloween, the terrorists win!”)

People worked 9/11 into everything, and I mean everything, whether it was appropriate or not.  If you went to the grocery store the tortilla chips would remind you to support the troops on the packaging. Used car sales would be dedicated to our brave first responders. You couldn't wipe your ass without the toilet paper rolls reminding you to never forget the fallen of 9/11, and again, this is not hyperbole. My uncle, who lived in Ohio and had never been to New York except to visit once in the 70′s, died of a stroke about 8 months after 9/11, and the priest brought up the attacks at the eulogy.

On a similar local note, on the day of 9/11, after the towers went down, gas stations in my home town immediately jacked up gas prices.  The mayor had the cops go around and force them to take them back down.  I doubt any of that was legal.

Before 9/11, Christianity in America - and religion in general - was on a downward swing, with reddit-tier atheism on the upswing. Religion was outdated superstition from a bygone age. The day after 9/11? Every single church was PACKED.

Besides dumb shit like that…it’s really hard to overstate how completely the national mood and character changed in the span of a day, or how much of the current culture war is a result of the aftermath. (9/11 was the impetus for the sharp rise in power of the Evangelical Right, who made themselves utterly odious and the following backlash helped the rise of the current Progressive Left, for instance.)

[skittlethrill]

i can’t put into words exactly how excited i am to not only see chinese rep, but CANTONESE rep. cantonese ppl don’t get a lot of representation in western media when it comes to east asian for plenty of reasons (korean and japanese are more popular/palatable/easy to transpose western media to) but ALSO. it makes sense. it makes fucking sense. if you take a random asian person off the street of 2002 toronto (ESPECIALLY in the chinatown, spadina/dundas area), chances are they’re from hong kong, where everyone mainly speaks canto. hell, the main demographic of toronto’s downtown chinatown would be cantonese people.

domee shi absolutely NAILED the little nuances of growing up chinese (and specifically, cantonese) in the GTA - while i have differences like me being a cis male, and also being raised in the mid-late 2000s compared to meilin’s early 2000s, some things are just timeless, like:

- the way mei’s mom sighs

JINS GLASSES FOGGING UP

THE OLD TVB LOGO OH MY FUCKING GOD

ok but ming deadass seeing the drawings and thinking they happened in real life...

THE ONTARIO LICENSE PLATE!!!! THE ONTARIO LICENSE PLATE!!!

the SOUNDTRACK? HELLO? WE NEED TO PRAISE ANYONE INVOLVED WITH THE SOUNDTRACK STAT

the reflection of the culture within toronto. toronto’s a big mishmash of different cultures - tyler’s dad has a Caribbean accent (not sure about his mom, she only had like one line), priya is south asian and we see a few muslim characters, the school’s security guard being sikh and his iconic “hi, miss?”, miriam is (i believe, don’t quote me on this) jewish? abby is korean and we actually see her drop a few korean lines

also we see an chinese teen with his hair kinda tied up in a little bun. i’ve seen that kind of hair on a few guys growing up around that same time frame.

i actually thought jin was korean until i saw the way he answers the phone. that was all i needed to know he was canto too

the aunties. periodt. the aunties. both the short haired aunty and mr gao having the little spot (what is that, actually? melanoma?)

 the literal colour scheme of all the characters, everyone has their own colour but you also see mei’s aunties/grandmas + ming all wearing shades of green and blue to emphasize their “calmness” and how they’re almost the opposite of their red panda, but mei is primarily pink

likewise jin wears a lot of white. i’m pretty sure that’s the. only. shirt he wears in the film. he wears different pants. i double checked. he only wears that fucking white polo shirt. jin i love you but please that shirt can only get you so far in terms of iconic

also nailed the aesthetic of like. you’re next to your parent driving you home after something bad happened between you two

mr gao was also iconic, and also sexy   but my favourite line was “i like tony bennett” implying that at some point he sang tony bennett during a ritual. likewise, he looked fucking badass with that sword.

the cantonese chanting combined with 4TOWN??? HELLO???

if i’m correct, we see young ming around what would have been her in the 60s/70s (assuming she’s around 40-50 in 2002), then slightly older ming in the later 70s and early 80s? and then present ming. the fashion of hong kong gets pretty nailed if that’s the intended look. especially the look of the glasses.

think it’s a little fucked up that like, you know. the skydome got wrecked and it makes sense and all. but like a hundred million dollars is a fuckin LOT. if that happened irl the skydome would still be under construction now even if like the lee family raised their goal. 

[tonysslut]

The road trip

Summary: You get impatient and decided to reach your release yourself, hoping to persuade Tony

Warnings: Smut, fingering, masturbation.

W/C: 740

It had been seven hours since you two had stopped, and you desperately needed to stretch out your tense muscles. However, Tony insisted on waiting it out. He kept reminding you that you were almost there. 

Normally, the two of you would just fly to wherever you needed to go. Your boyfriend decided to make it a road trip this time, and while at first the idea was exciting, after the first day you were exhausted, your body ached from sitting for so long, and you were extremely horny. 

His big veiny hand rested on the wheel as his fingers danced across your thigh to the beat of the music, driving you crazy. He was calculating your limits, enjoying the way you writhed under his touch as his fingers neared your core.  

"Tony, can we please pull over for just a bit?” you ask. At this point, you're practically begging, giving him an innocent look and batting your eyelashes in an attempt to persuade him. 

“Sorry honey, you’re just gonna have to wait.” he said, not even bothering to look over at you.

For some reason, his response sets you off. That was the last straw. You needed to get off, and you’d just do it yourself. 

Unbuckling your seat belt, you move his hand away and climb into the back seat. Tony watches you through the rear-view mirror, confusion taking over his features. You shimmed out of your shorts and panties in one go, leaning back against the seat. 

“Y/n, get back up here.” Tony said. You knew it was a warning, but you were far too worked up to listen. 

You spread your legs and began to tease yourself, running your fingers over the nipples that protruded through your tank top, down your stomach, up and down your thighs, and finally landing on your swollen clit. You start to slowly rub circles on the bud, throwing your head back with a moan at the feeling. 

When you look up, Tony is staring back at you; you bring your fingers to your opening and push them in slowly, gasping as you finally experience the sensation you've been waiting for all day. You slide your fingers in and out of you a few times before bringing them up to your mouth, letting out an exaggerated moan when you lap up your arousal. 

"Are you sure you don't want to pull over? Not even for a second?” You say, watching as Tony clenches his jaw, eyes jumping back and forth between you and the road. 

Once again, you return your fingers to your opening and begin to thrust in and out, occasionally curling up to reach that spongy spot that sends you into a trance. Tony shifts in his seat as he watches you, still refusing to pull over. As the anticipation of your impending orgasm grows, you feel it tightening your stomach and curling your toes. 

“Tony, please,” you whine, wanting his fingers to be the ones thrusting inside you. “I need you. I want to feel you inside me."

You speed up your movements. Squelching noises fill the car as you feel it stop, Tony’s eyes instantly land on you. He can tell you’re close by the way your chest rises and falls, your legs shaking as you stuff your fingers into your cunt, eyes rolling back as your mouth falls agape. 

Your orgasm causes your entire body to shake, gasping and chanting Tony’s name as you fuck yourself through it. His eyes are set on how your cunt throbs, your creamy release coating your hand. Oversensitivity takes over as you jerk away from your hand, snapping your legs shut.

Tony smirks as he watches you rest your head against the seat in an attempt to catch your breath. He opens the car door and makes his way around to you, opening your door and reaching over. At first, you think you finally managed to get him to pull over, but that idea is quickly shut down when he grabs the duffle bag beside you. He stops and grabs your hand, placing the fingers that are covered in your juices, eyes on you as he sucks them into his mouth. 

“All you had to do was wait.” he says as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss against them. "You better pray now, because I'm not going to have mercy on you tonight." 

Taglist: @ccbsrms @slut-for-dean @athenastark18 @hiddlechive @rookiemartin @ilovedilfsmorethanlife

[annathesillyfriend]

he was a supersoldier after all, he not only had the strength, but the brains too. And beauty.

facts!

“No pressure, honest! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

we love a supportive friend 😅

“Tony,” you interrupted him, unimpressed, “this is literally a bowling alley.”

he is such a drama queen i love it 😂😂

“But we cannot have our ass handed to us by FBI agents, Jones!” Tony sputtered. “…even if it’s a great ass.”

XDDDDDD it is, isn't it 🍑

“True that, Tony. I could not agree more. It is a pretty awesome ass and I did have a hand on it before,”

god i wish that were me 😭

One: Garcia and Clint gave an appreciative hum of agreement. Two: JJ, Emily and Natasha smirked behind their glass, taking a pointed sip of their drinks. Three: Morgan and Reid nearly choked on their drinks, while Hotch kept his expression almost straight, only one corner of his lips twitching. Four: Bruce Banner and David Rossi looked as if they wanted to be anywhere but where they were at the moment. Five: Tony’s scandalized expression was a thing of your brightest dreams.

this couldn't be more fitting 😂

To make things even better, Steve must have had a master’s degree in kissing, if not a PhD., and enormous part of that was that he paid attention. He liked to explore what you enjoyed, he let you take charge when you as much as hinted at wanting it, he could kiss sweet, he could kiss playful, he could kiss filthy in a way that made you feel like you might burst into flames unless he paid attention to certain parts of your body more.

love that for her honestly

What if he just didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you that he found the idea of sleeping with you unappealing? Hell, slightly repulsive even?

girl, what are you even talking about

“Uhm, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud, but do you think Steve and I’ve got… chemistry?”

“No, you don’t. JJ, I’d climb him like a tree and let him fold me like a laundry and I don’t even know what that means and how I know these expressions!"

same

"What if he doesn’t see me that way?”

“But we’re talking about you here. And… I admit, as I was home with Henry, I got more into those, uhm, magazines for mums and forums and stuff and I remember reading up on something that might actually help you resolve your specific situation. But you have to promise me not to say no right away because it’s a little… controversial.”

i am interested 👀👀

“Talk to him,”

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH this is brilliant

“Not to call you out, but… do I have a beef with someone for making my girl sad?”

i love him more with every sentence that leaves his mouth

“Hey Tony?” Steve called out after him, his voice an equivalent of a smug smirk. “No pressure! It’s not like the world is depending on you or anything!”

SHSHSHSHSHS

It was no help that the lyrics spoke of a her being made of candy, the back of her throat and holes and getting some, filling Steve’s imagination with everything but propriate images of you and him. He didn’t know what the song was about, but he didn’t care.

i bet she'd love to explain it all to him if he asked nicely ;)

Hell, Steve would smother you with kisses. He’d kiss you till you were dizzy with lack of air, drinking from your lips, then your other lips until you’d be breathless for a wholly different reason, chanting his name and trying to wiggle out of the firm grip he’d have on those sinful hips having swayed so indecently just a minute ago. Fuck.

fuck indeed 😅😅

Tonight, more than ever, which alone was a feat, he was growing desperate to lose yourself in you.

be our guest!

i love this and i love our idiots in love. i am really looking forward to that talk i'm sure they're gonna have next part. it was amazing as always my love, hope you're doing amazing 💙💙

No Pressure - Pt.1 (S.R.)

Type: two-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles)     Word count: 6800

Summary: Only four weeks after you said your goodbyes, the Avengers and the BAU meet up again for an important assignment. Tensions and tensions are a little high, because you and Steve have some…intimate things to work out. But you will – you always do, right? Maybe with a little help from a friend.

Mission location: Quantico, Virginia;   Subject: JJ’s birthday celebration;  Objective: enjoy the night

Warnings: 18+ for some NSFW thoughts, FLUFF, mention of canon-typical violence and injuries, language

A/N: Standalone or a two-shot following Love on the Brain series and its oneshots - you might profit from checking the masterlist for characters; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

A/N: Plan - 6,8k of fluff and 12k of healthy communication and NSFW 😁

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

Czytaj dalej

[underburningstars]

This is a prompt fill up for the 'Marathon Sex' square of SFSummerBingo22 @starkerfestivals

Chapter One

Chapter Two

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : A/B/O, just more filth

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“Gonna knot you again 'til you're all plugged up.” Tony chanted, hair matted on his forehead as he slammed his hips back into Peter's body, the force enough to push them further into the headboard.

His Omega whimpered, baring his neck and the Alpha couldn’t stop himself from diving in. His lips patched unto one light bruise, darkening it even further, the sound of Peter's whine spurring him on.

He didn’t know what time it was, how long it had been since his first knot had gone down. Or how many times he had fucked Peter before he got his second knot. He didn't know what day it was, how long they'd been here. It's all fuck-sleep-eat and repeat.

All the Alpha knew was that when he woke up, his knot had deflated, cock dripping and ready to go and form another one. He had woken up Peter hastily, movements uncoordinated as his mate stirred from his slumber, groaning at the soreness of his body. And one look from Tony's erratic eyes had him sobering up, legs spreading invitingly.

“You like that, huh?” Sweat dripped down his forehead, dropping on Peter's face. His mate merely nodded, eyes snapped tight as he pulled him closer with lithe arms, almost failing at one particular thrust that hit his prostate just right.

“Talk to me, Omega.”

“Y-yes!” Peter's canines peeked through his lips. “Fuck, yes!”

The response only seemed to bring him closer to the edge, his knot already swelling at the base of his cock. Tony looked down, his chest rising and falling at the sight of its increasing girth catching in Peter's puffy and swollen rim.

Peter moaned at every slam, one hand residing on the sheets, right beside where Tony's was, gripping it tightly until the fabric tore apart.

The Alpha leaned down, to kiss his mate, only for it to be reduced into teeth clashing, noses bumping, and breaths sharing as Tony's knot grew to its limit. It fit snugly inside his Omega-perfectly like it was made to be warmed by his walls-and Tony was cumming hard.

He brought a hand between them, gripping tightly around Peter's hard cock, his hips shallowly thrusting as he rode out his orgasm. When Peter came, it was only mere spurts before his dick stopped twitching and a pained whimper escaped his bruised lips. He clenched around Tony so fucking tight, it urged another rope of cum, the Alpha growling into Peter's neck.

Tony pushed Peter's hair away from his sweaty forehead and gently rolled them until he was the one lying on his back and Peter securely laying on top of his chest.

They were silent for some time, just basking in each other's warmth. “Why did the first knot take so long to form?” asked Peter, words mumbled as his cheek got squished on Tony's chest.

"I don't know." He answered truthfully, "It hasn't been like this since college. Maybe because it's my first rut after we bonded."

"Hmm, could be."

"Sorry baby. Must've been hard for you."

"Oh yeah, it was definitely hard for me." Peter teased making Tony snort out a laugh.

"But don't be sorry, okay." He said more seriously, "I liked it."

Tony groaned, squeezing his waist lightly. “Unfair.” He sulked. “You can't say things like that when I'm buried in you and you're tired and we both need to rest.”

Peter managed a soft chuckle, “that's the point, Alpha.”

-

"Alpha, Alph-please, pl-please, n-no more-can't." Peter sobbed from the oversensitivity, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Tony wanted to growl from not being able to knot but one look at betters exhausted and boneless body had him pulling out of his mate." Shh baby, 's okay. Settle down Omega."

“‘m okay, ‘m a-alright, j-just,” he licked his lips, looking up at Tony “c’mere, A-Alpha.”

No more words were exchanged while Peter guided the Alpha over him until Tony was straddling his chest, placing his weight on his own knees. When the Omega wrapped his small hand around his dick, Tony couldn’t stifle the deep moan, his hands instantly seeking purchase on the sweaty brown strands.

"Pe-peter…"

But his words were drowned by a punched out groan when a warm sensation covered his cockhead. He looked down and fealt his mouth dry up at the view. He watched Peter loll his tongue out and gather the precum before placing it back in his mouth.

The whimper that escaped him tightened Tony's grip on his hair, the hand on his dick tightening in result too.

"H-honey - ah - you don't have to."

"Wa-want to." Peter said after pulling his mouth away from Tony's cock, "in my mouth. Alpha."

And fuck, the sensation of Peter's warm, wet mouth around his throbbing cock felt so fucking good that Tony thought for a second that he was going to pass out from the overwhelming sensation. He growled as he slowly guided Peter inch by inch, only stopping when he felt him choking around his cock.

Tears bundled on the corner of Peter's eyes, one hand on Tony's thighs digging nails painfully on the skin but they both couldn’t stop, couldn’t let go of the need to sate each other.

Peter hollowed his cheeks, sucking on Tony's cock as his tongue lapped on the veins. And maybe it was the rut taking a toll on his drive but the Alpha could feel himself almost at the edge, his dick swelling with the need to burst. And his mate opened his mouth wider, letting in a few more inches until he started gagging, and Tony pulled away even when small hands tried pushing him back in.

“Slowly, Omega,” the Alpha gently coaxed, wiping a tear with a thumb, “slowly.”

The Alpha forced himself to remember to thrust in slowly, trying not to hurt his already tired mate.

And so when his Omega slightly pushed him away, his dick leaving that warm cavern for mere seconds, Tony instantly obliged.

“‘s o-okay,” Peter rasped out, voice already husky and groggy from the abuse, “f-fuck my mouth.”

"Are you-are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Yes Alpha. Come'on."

"Tap my thigh twice." Tony panted out, "And I'll stop okay?"

"'Kay, got it."

Tony didn't need to be told twice. He lined his length back into Peter's awaiting mouth. He started out slow, wanting to give his mate time to adjust, going down inch by inch.

Tony found himself increasing his rhythm, Peter moaning around him, hollowing his cheeks, and the Alpha was near the end of it, the sweet release almost at the tip of his fingers. His tempo hastened, but Peter only stretched his mouth wider, wanting more of his Alpha’s cock inside.

As the Alpha looked down on his Omega-mouth full of cock, precum on lips and cheeks, tears streaming down his face while spit on the sides of his cheeks-that did it for him.

He tried pulling out when he felt himself getting close to burst, but Peter's hands gripped his thighs with force and the Alpha was already cumming with a growl.

Peter swallowed most of it, but some dripped down his cheek and chin. Tony pulled out slowly, his dick still hard and erect. He jerked himself off through the last bits of his orgasm, cum landing on Peter's face and chest, eyes snapped close as he took it all in pliantly.

The sight of Peter's face and chest covered with his cum had Tony's dick throbbing once again, more than prepared for another round.

His hand reached out to gather some of the cum on his check, absent-mindedly smearing it over his skin until it reached his marked neck. Tony spread the sticky fluid all over Peter's scent gland, completely overpowering the scent of vanilla and honey with the musk of Alphan nature and pine.

“Mine.” He whispered.

His mate cracked an eye open, whimpering, “Y-yours, Alpha.”

-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tony slammed his hips against Peter's ass, the sound of slicked skin flapping obscenely around them coupled with the Alpha’s rumbling growls and Peter's whines, “so fucking close, fucking close-gonna knot you again, pump you full of my cum-gonna be a good Omega and take it all, aren't you.” the words rained from his mouth as he kept fucking in to his mate, the base of his dick already swelling.

“Ah, ngh, ah!” Peter gripped the sheets with his clawed hands, face buried on the mattress while his hips were raised by Tony who set a punishing pace. “A-Alpha, please, want your k-knot.”

And that only seemed to spur the Alpha on further, his knot inflating and catching on Peter's thoroughly-fucked hole. Tony looked down at the mess of their joined bodies, his Omega’s rim sucking him in every push and pull, almost afraid that Tony would leave. As if he ever could or would.

The Alpha snarled, a hand further pushing Peter against the mattress, the other guiding his lithe body to the rhythm he had set, “shit, so fucking close, Omega.”

“C-Cum in me, Alpha, want you so b-bad-ngh!”

“Fuck, shit, shit, shit. Peter-!”

Tony shoved his knot into Peter's hole, securely locking them together, and he was cumming all over again. Peter moaned and clenched around him, his body trembling as he reached his release not a second after Tony's.

The Alpha shallowly thrusted, growls and snarls leaving his throat, ropes of his cum coating Peter's walls. It could’ve lasted for days, Tony wasn't aware of anything at all anymore.

He just knew that when his body stopped trembling and he felt his dick finally, finally, going soft within Peter, his knot still swelled to its largest girth, did he feel that his way too intense rut finally ended.

Tony took a deep breath, his red eyes flashing back to its chocolate brown color, heart still drumming against his ribcage.

His hands shook in the remnants of adrenaline as he guided both of them to one side, careful about his knot. His mate whimpered slightly but his tensed muscles instantly relaxed at the feel of Tony's body spooning behind him.

"Babe, hey." He called out, voice rough and husky from overuse.

His mate grunted only, slightly moving his body.

“You okay?”

There was a pause before Peter turned his head slowly.

“‘m okay.”

Tony's lips curled into an exhausted smile, arms protectively wrapping around his body.

“I love you.”

Peter's lips curled into a similarly exhausted smile. And the Alpha couldn’t resist to kiss him chastely.

“Love you too.”

They both closed their eyes, wrapped around each other’s arms, and surrendered themselves to oblivion.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Game Night

Summary: Bucky and you are basically enemies. That’s the only word you can think of to describe it. What else would it be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, unprotected sex (do not do this irl), smut, slight angst

I really love a good enemies to lovers at the moment and wanted to give it a go. Let me know what you think. As always, enjoy! xx

‘How about truth or dare?’ Wanda suggested innocently, earning her a series of exasperated groans. You threw your head back in playful annoyance, a drawn out ‘Wandaaa’ leaving your vodka - tasting lips. ‘I meant more like monopoly, or something a group of horny teenagers wouldn’t play’ Tony sighed, throwing back the last of his whiskey, followed immediately by ‘Steve it would mean so much to me if you would get me another bottle of this’.

Meanwhile, you noticed the one and only piece of shit Bucky narrow his icy blue eyes at you from across the table you were all crowded around. You mimicked his expression before turning towards Wanda as you rolled your eyes. You could practically feel his eyes delving deep holes through your back. ‘I say we play. I’ve had at least...’ at this point you held up your hands in front of your face as you counted on your fingers like a dumb child, Wanda raising her eyebrow. ‘...like at least, enough shots to be drunk so I won’t remember this anyway’ you shrugged as you reached for the bottle of vodka only for Sam to pull it just out of your reach. ‘Sam...’ you tried to bargain but Tony’s loud voice cut you off as he spoke, cradling his 4th glass of whiskey delivered so gracefully unto him by a frowning Steve. 

‘As the leader of this group of fucks, I decree that I go first. Capsicle, truth or dare’ he asked pointedly, gesturing to Steve with his glass. ‘You guys are so immature...truth, if I must’ he replied gloomily, taking a tender sip of his orange juice. ‘Are you a virgin?’ he simply asked, earning an uncontrollable giggle from you and Wanda. Before Steve even opened his mouth, Tony added quickly with a smirk ‘a virgin is someone who has never fucked anyone, by the way. Oh, and fucking is what you want to do to y/n. I know you don’t always know all the current lingo, old man, but...’ Steve answered quickly before Tony could continue embarrassing him, and you choked on the wine that had magically appeared in your hand. ‘No, Tony. I’m not, and I’m going to bed’. Steve got up and straightened his shirt, placing his glass gently on an Avengers branded coaster, heading out for the night to his floor of the compound. You didn’t notice the slight frown which flickered over Bucky’s face as you kissed Steve on the cheek as you said goodnight. But you also didn’t notice Tony and Sam fighting over the last bottle of whiskey, so who can blame you.

You played a few more rounds of truth or dare as the night grew dark and the others grew tired. After the first few rounds Sam and Tony got up and left, soon followed by Wanda who was drunk beyond words. You hugged her affectionately before helping her to the elevator and going back to sit down. You forgot Bucky was there.

You groaned dramatically as Bucky smirked at you, collapsing dizzily onto the leather couch and tipping the last bit of vodka you had retrieved from Sam’s grasp down your throat. ‘Fuck off, Barnes’ you seethed. ‘Don’t you have some people to kill?’. He chuckled to himself, pushing himself up from the floor to stand up and cross his arms. ‘Don’t you have some validation to seek from literally everyone?’ he taunted, staring your right in the eyes. You looked down. The bitch knew very well you only wanted validation because when you were trained in an abusive institute not so different from hydra, the only thing that kept you alive was their validation, and he knew that he could get under your skin with ease. But you refused to show it. You looked up and found his opal eyes again.

‘It was my turn, wasn’t it? Truth or dare, asshole?’ you asked, chucking the empty bottle of vodka at him. He caught it swiftly with his vibranium arm, walking over to you and leaning down to place the bottle beside you on the couch, face inches away from you. ‘Dare’ he whispered, leaning back and moving to stand in front of you. He smelt like burnt marshmallows, fiery whiskey and rain. You mentally slapped yourself and reminded your brain how much you hated him.

‘I dare you to stop being such a little bitch’ you stood up, staring up at him with flames in your eyes. ‘Maybe if you didn’t act like such a brat all the fucking time, I wouldn’t have to be’ he mocked, tilting his head to await your reaction. The sheer amount of hate your felt for him at this moment, together with the large quantities of alcohol running through your veins, gave you a dangerous confidence boost. ‘Maybe if you weren’t a little pussy who lost his arm and sanity to some weird scientists because he fell off a train, knew how to fuck let alone talk to girls and didn’t make every single person who he meets want to run away and scream, I wouldn’t act like a brat all the fucking time’. Well shit.

You were breathing raggedly, chest rising rapidly up and down, hands balled up in two tight fists by your side. Bucky’s eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, a flicker off hurt passing over his handsome features. He shook his head and sighed. ‘Shouldn’t have said that, y/n’. ‘What do you mEEEAAN’ you yelped as he moved to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, as if you were weightless. You kicked him in the chest, hard. ‘Put me down right the fuck now Bucky before I...’ he reached his room and threw you down on his bed, shutting the door behind him. ‘Before you what, hm? Because let me tell you something, darling. I think you don’t hate me. No, you just know I don’t want to sleep with you unlike Steve, Sam and Tony and it hurts. It hurts your precious little ego. But if it stops you from acting like a little bitch all the damn time, I guess I can fuck the bitch out of you’ He climbed onto the bed, as you crawled back, until your back was against the headboard and you were cage in between the wall and the super soldier in front of you. ‘Would you like that, doll?’

You gulped nervously, averting your eyes only for Bucky to grab your chin both roughly and gently at the same time and lift your head up so you were staring him in the eyes. ‘So now you go all quiet on me’ he taunted. You could hardly breath. Your mind was telling you that you hated him with all your heart, but your heart was telling you to get this man’s dick inside of you. Before you could silence the tell - tale beat of your heart, Bucky leant in and kissed you roughly. Your body relaxed into the kiss, and your hands subconsciously flew up to tangle in his chestnut locks. He was actually a really good kisser. You pulled away. You reached a hand out to unbutton his jeans, but Bucky caught your wrist. He chuckled to himself, metal hand gently wrapping around your throat. ‘So now you want me to fuck you? Thought you said I didn’t know how?’ he asked as a small whine escaped your throat, feeling your core burn in desire. You furrowed your brows and frowned at him. He squeezed at your neck. ‘Use your words, doll, or I’ll just leave you here as the pathetic mess you are’ he threatened, eyes clouding with lust and desire.

‘Holy shit Bucky, just fuck me already or fuck off’ you cried out. He didn’t need telling twice. He released your throat, using both hands to undress you in an instant before removing his own shirt and jeans. He hooked a finger in the band of your panties and slid them down your legs, over your heels and onto the floor behind him. He took a moment to gaze longingly at your naked and vulnerable body, muttering an almost inaudible ‘beautiful’. All that was left between your pussy and his dick was the boxers he was wearing. As soon as he took them off, your eyes widened, and you felt your cheeks redden. ‘That’s not going to fit’ you said, a sort of breathless whisper.

Bucky leaned in, kissing you deeply and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You almost screamed when you felt his fingers encircle your clit, moaning into his mouth. ‘I still...fuck...hate you’ you grumbled as you felt his hard on brush against your inner thigh. He rolled his eyes as you did earlier, dipping his head slightly to kiss your neck, expertly sucking on your sweet spot, marking you up with hickies. He slowly inserted a finger, followed shortly by two. They only slightly stretched you out, and you clawed at his back as he moved them faster and faster, curling them slightly to hit your g - spot. ‘B...Bucky, I’m gonn... gonna cum’ you moaned, pulling his head eagerly as you kissed him desperately. Bucky kept up with his rapid pace, bringing you right to the edge. You felt the pleasure build up and up until you were ready to cum, and that is obviously when Bucky decided to pull his fingers away completely. ‘What the FUCK’ you screamed, sitting up in surprise, legs squeezing together from the sudden lack of friction. He covered your mouth to silence your cries, and leaned in real close. ‘If I give you the most mind blowing sex of your life, and I stop treating you like a piece of shit, will you stop acting like a bitch?’ he asked, pushing you back down onto the bed, removing his hand when he was done talking. ‘For fucks sake Barnes, yes. Fucking yes. Now please fuck me’. you whined.

‘It would be my pleasure’. He slammed into your now lubricated pussy, stretching you all the way out. It burned, but at the same time it felt like nothing you had ever felt before. Not a single man you had ever been with had been this big, but you wouldn’t want Bucky to know that.

He moaned in your ear, causing you to clench down hard, and Bucky started to thrust quickly chasing his own orgasm. He continued to circle your clit with his thumb as he slammed into you over and over and over again until he had you chanting his name like a prayer along with a generous string of obscene curses. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders to angle himself so that he was repeatedly hitting your g spot and your orgasm finally hit you like a truck. ‘oh SHit Bucky fucking christ holy fucking shit’ you gasped out as Bucky thrusted deeply into you, cumming deep inside. You felt your legs shake as your eyes rolled into the back of your head in ecstacy, Bucky’s hand finding your mouth to at least try to quiten some of your moans. Although he had stilled inside of you, filling you to the brim, he continued to rub at your clit as he worked you though your orgasm. Your mind was filled with ecstasy and you could see stars. You both came down from your high eventually, Bucky collapsing in a sweaty heap beside you.

He pulled you into his body protectively, feeling his softening dick rest against your back. His arm was secured tightly around your waist, and you felt your heavy eyes shut as his warm breath on your neck comforted you. ‘Still hate me now?’ he asked, kissing the top of your head gently. ‘I’ll consider tolerating you for now. Ask me again tomorrow night’ you giggled sleepily in response. ‘Why tomorrow night?’ Bucky whispered as he also felt his own eyes close, a wave of exaughstion sweeping over his muscular body. ‘After we fuck again, of course, and again the night after that, and the night after that, and every night after that.’