#*aggressively shoving some positivity into the tags*

[coe-lilium]

Copy-paste from this Reddit thread:

1. Potentially plot related:

Daniel Weymen (The Stranger/Meteor Man) said that his character had a "deep source of purpose,... a primal need". The character also seems to have very few lines. You may draw your own conclusion what that says about who he actually is.

Apparently the Harfoots' storyline is pretty isolated from the other storylines since they never met the cast from other sets (with maybe one exception?). The Stranger also apparently stayed with them, at least during the first season.

2. Cast/characters related:

The theatre/stage background of some of the actors (especially the actors of Celebrimbor, Elendil, Pharazon, The Stranger/Meteor Man) really shows. Their voices and the way they use their voices are just different, and it fits their characters well. Lloyd Owen (Elendil)'s voice, just wow! I want to listen to this man reading all of Tolkien's books.

Charles Edwards (Celebrimbor) is knowledgable about the lore. He not only knows the Tolkien books, but also what Christopher said about his dad's work. He became a big fan of Tolkien from a very young age, he would copy the Elvish script, he even wrote his own LOTR play (he has a deep background in Shakespeare)! I feel like he's a great pick for a complex and tragic character like Celebrimbor, even though his appearance may not match people's imagination.

Robert Aramayo (Elrond) started out not knowing that much about the lore (he didn't know the First Age stuff), but after he got the role, he started reading everything to the extent that people on set would consider him a sort of expert. I really liked his motivation for doing this: he said that he felt Elrond would eventually become such an accomplished lore-master that he had to read a ton of Tolkien lore to become the Elrond he plays.

Trystan Gravelle (Pharazon) has a great grasp of the lore. His explanation of Numenor's politics and what mortality means for Numenoreans and how Pharazon fits into all this told me that Pharazon is in safe hands.

Lloyd Owen (Elendil) also gave a nice explanation of Numenor's history. He also made a great meta joke when he was chatting with Isildur's actor. He said: "Isildur is not a problem child in any way shape or form."  But of course we all know how Isildur caused a lot of problems down the road lol. He went on to say: "All I can say is, don't always blame the parents." It probably takes a decent level of familiarity with the lore and maybe also the memes to slip in an offhand joke like that.

Ismael Cruz Cordova (Arondir) spent many hours working with others to create a new Elvish fighting style that combines dancing and Brazilian martial arts and more. His fellow actors said he was in the stunt gym all the time. He also said he would sneak into other sets of the show to have a peek (they're technically not allowed to do that). I found that pretty funny.

Daniel Weyman (The Stranger) had very few lines, so he had to rely a lot on non-verbal acting. But according to one of his fellow actors, he was so good that in one scene his acting made her cry without saying a single word.

Owan Arthur (Durin IV) has a ton of energy and fun. He's just the kind of person you'd immediately want to have a beer with. Great pick for a young Dwarf prince. Go listen to his story about how his beard and costumes would get in the way of him eating and going to the bathroom. It's hilarious!

Sophia Nomvete (Disa) attended the audition 2 days before she gave birth. The costume department custom made her costumes so she could get out of them easily to breast feed her baby on set. She just looks like a regal Dwarf queen.

Benjamin Walker (Gil-Galad) has a good sense of humor while maintaining a sort of deadpan face, which is surprising but awesome.

3. Production and details:

There are Tolkien experts on set in case people need to consult them on lore. Sometimes people would also argue about the lore on set to try to get everything right.

Most of the Numenorean and Elf actors had to take calligraphy lessons with Daniel Reeve (the artist who designed the awesome calligraphy and cartography in all the PJ movies) so they can actually write correctly. Emma Horvath (Earien, Elendil's invented daughter) had to spend 3 hours with Daniel Reeve every week to learn how to write and draw because her character is an architect. Apparently Daniel Reeve also had to invent a brand new alphabet for Numenor.

The actors (especially the Numenorean and Elf ones) put a lot of care into the pronunciations of words and language in Tolkien's books. You can hear it when they speak. It sounds pretty Middle-earth already.

Numenor has large practical sets that you can explore and interact with: full alleyways and flowers and everything. They even had incense burning in some places presumably so the sets have the right smells even though the audience can't necessarily see that.

The Harfoots have mobile proto "hobbit holes" they carry with them on carts when they migrate. The carts have everything in them that you can probably live in them.

The person that designed Galadriel's armor said she's gonna really make the cosplayers have to work hard for this one. I thought the mental image of the costume designers consciously competing with cosplayers was pretty funny.

They imported giant rabbits from Europe so they made the Harfoots look small. Also, potential easter egg for Radagast's rabbits?

Obvious caveat: it's possible (even likely) that most of the questions were sent to the cast in advance. But I feel that you can still learn a lot about the show and the cast from the Q&A sessions.

#lotr on prime #rings of power #the rings of power #amazon lotr #*aggressively shoving some positivity into the tags*

[l0velylecter]

HI IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING <333

Anyways- could I possibly request headcannons of how ghost, soap, alejandro and köng would react to someone like a random dude getting aggressive (physically or verbally is your choice) with their partner bc I love my protective boys ☆☆

Love you and your writing remember to stay healthy and take care of yourself!!! <333

— the cod : mw men + being protective ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, könig fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons, drabble rating : t for teen and up audiences , minor descriptions of violence, sfw!

01| You heard it from the distance, the sharp noise of the wooden stool dragging against the floor. You could feel the heat of Ghost's body behind you as he glowered at the man behind the counter. The bartender immediately shrunk back, the insult dying in the back of his throat while he scurried. He didn't need to ask you what happened: you could feel his eyes on you the whole time — watching, staring, keeping an eye out for you. You smile into your drink. So he does care. Even after you've moved to a different bar, Simon still followed you everywhere. At some point into the night, Simon leaned forward to drape himself somewhat awkwardly behind you, his frame caging yours ( he could easily rest his chin atop your head in this position, but you know he'd rather choke ). You closed the gap between your arms in a quiet act of gratitude, pinky lightly tapping his thumb. Simon didn't pull away, lifting his head to continue brooding ( and scaring everyone away.) 02| When he saw you shoved against the table by one of the recruits, Soap had run, practically sprinted over tables to insert himself between you and the aggressor. You know Soap doesn't care much about the rules, in the sense that he prefers making his own judgment of what's right to do at the moment, and now he's proving himself right by swinging his right fist against the poor soldier's jaw. With one swing, he immediately fell onto the ground with a loud thud. You placed a hand across your mouth, jaw hanging at the unexpected blow. He turned to ask if you were okay before being pulled into a brawl. In the end, he was sent on cleaning duty for half a year, sporting a small scratch against his lip. It was worth it, he told you, grinning at the fact that he won. You kissed him 'thank you' on the cheek, patting his chest before leaving him to mop the floor. ( careful on the way out bonnie, it's slippery!) 03| Everyone was staring at the man berating you, a few curses slipping past his lips as he pointed a finger toward you. It was one of those rare moments at work where a customer gets out of hand, and when no one in the line behind him did anything, you were ready to leave — barely able to tolerate the abuse when out of the blue, a voice called out from the entrance. Alejandro stood there with his jaw clenched, eyes flared, and fists curled, clenching the bouquet in his grip. in the face of the leader of the Los Vaqueros, the man wavered and started profusely apologizing, practically shaking in fear at the mere sight of the city's hero. Alejandro ordered the man to leave, voice stern and laced with anger. Once he left, everyone in the store thanked him, and he was automatically by your side with a hug. Are you hurt? He asked, kissing your forehead and patting your head comfortingly. Alejandro told you he'd make sure to pick you up from work whenever he can now, his anger forgotten as he's thankful he was there to intervene (even if he knows you can take care of yourself.) 04| You always appreciated König's presence. Even if you've never said it out loud, having him on the team gives you a sense of comfort. With his size and strength, you feel assured — safe even. Yet you never really see him lose his composure. Sure, he gets a little too excited during missions here and then, and the rush of adrenaline sometimes makes him more jittery. But you've never seen König as dangerous. Until the enemy had you under their knife. In a blur, König had slammed himself against the attacker and away from you. As if the enemy weighed nothing, König had lifted him in the air and slammed his body against the knee. The sharp and brutal crack was enough to make you look away. Alles gut, Maus? You nodded silently, heart racing in a strange mixture of admiration and fear. He gave you a hand up, trailing behind you until the mission was over. And even then, you began to notice that he was always within arm's reach: your very own shadow, watching you from underneath the hood.

a/n : thank you for this request anon ! i had fun doing it <3 thank you for the sweet reminder to take care of myself, i really needed that 🥺 and this little request is definitely a form of self care hehe so thank you again, i hope you enjoy it ! smoochesx additional hc : → i always envision ghost as more of a silent angry kind of guy. he won't get violent unless it's extremely necessary, i mean he is probably careful enough to not cause a scene in public and draw attention to himself and his team. but he is very, very protective, just in his own way because he probably doesn't know how to outwardly show affection. → poor alejandro probably just wanted to surprise you at work with flowers but had to deal with some asshole picking on his partner → soap whistles when he mops the floor ( yes, like spongebob ) + in case you're interested in visual help, the part where he comes running to your rescue with a punch is a reference to this iconic kdrama scene ! → könig is the type of guy to tell people he flirts with his crush and said flirting is just staring at them for more than 3 seconds. but i'm sure he's more than just a 'shy, introverted, wallflower' ( let's not lie here i'm sure big boy has a lot to say and show when his crush is being disrespected ! )

#konig cod #konig smut #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig mw2 #call of duty fanfic #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty #cod imagine #cod mw #cod #call of duty headcanons #cod hc #cod hcs #cod headcanons #call of duty hc #call of duty hcs #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader

[hangmanbrainrot]

stranger from the bar

a/n: this is an incredibly late submission to @callsign-phoenix's 1k celebration. thank you for your patience, lovely. <3

warnings: 18+ content, this is mostly just... smut, there's an extensive list of tags on the ao3 page but there's some big emphasis on a rank kink here, exhibitionism, unprotected penetrative sex, lots of swearing, and alcohol mention.

word count: 3.1k

summary: in which you and jake do something a little different after a night out.

pairing: jake seresin x reader

“Jake, Jake, Jake,” you panted against his lips, palms shoving feebly against his chest. “Jake, wait. Are we sure this is a good idea?” 

You sat back slightly in your position on his lap, to take in his expression. Your gaze darted between his kiss swollen, lipgloss smeared lips and the depth of the green in his eyes. They looked almost grey in the low light of the parking lot.

“We stopped making good decisions after your third gin and tonic, I’m just pointing that out. But I’d never do anything you weren’t comfortable with, darlin’,” he hummed lowly, brows furrowed as his palms smoothed up and down the length of your goosebump covered thighs. Your hips pitched forward, rolling against his almost involuntarily, and you couldn’t tell if it was the sudden rush of desire flooding back to the surface or the chill in the air that made you shiver. Your shirt laid discarded in the passenger seat where you were once seated.

You looked back to Jake again. All traces of artifice were gone. There was no facade, no arrogance found in his expression. Instead, a strand of blond hair had fallen from its position in his perfect coif, and it curled lazily toward the top of his forehead. You ran your fingers through the sandy colored locks almost on impulse, and the moan you earned in response when you gave the strands a slight tug surprised you. Definitely filing that one away for later. Your mind — and his — was slipping in and out of your agreed upon charade so quickly. It was hard to pretend the man before you was a stranger, when part of the reason why you craved him so deeply was because of the plain and unashamed intimacy between you. You looked at him with a quirked brow, but before you could remark on your discovery, he cut you off with an utterance of your name. 

“So what's it gonna be?” He asked, voice low and husky. He shifted beneath you, and every delicious inch of him pressed into you, right where you needed him most, even with his pants between you — a move that was no doubt deliberate. Your lips returned to his, aggressive with need. His fingers snaked up into your hair, angling you where he wanted you — where he needed you. Jake was so deceptively confident that sometimes it was hard to imagine he’d ever needed another person in his life, but then every time he got his hands on you, he was like a man starved. His tongue was deft, first swiping along the seam of your lips, then parting them like a man depraved. With your knees bracketing his thighs, you didn’t have much space, but it was enough to work with to grind yourself down shamelessly against his denim-clad thigh. He could no doubt feel the wet heat of your core, every time you rutted down against the coarse material once more. It was relief, it was something. The body of your skirt flared around your thighs, but you’d ditched your underwear long ago, so your arousal threatened to soak his pant leg beneath you if you weren’t careful.

“Jake,” you repeated in a shaky exhale, moving like a person possessed, with your head thrown back. You couldn’t stop the near incessant motion of your hips if you tried, desperate for friction, desperate for him, especially as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. He had you tightrope walking that line between pleasure and pain, tongue laving over the skin his teeth had grazed just seconds earlier.

“You keep saying my name like that, I don’t know if I’ll even get you out of that pretty little skirt before we’re making a mess,” he said the words like a promise, whispered against the warmth of your flushed skin as he kissed his way up your chest.

So suddenly it almost hurt, Jake retracted and righted himself to look up at you, as if he realized something, and you whined in response — impulsively, instinctively. But you caught his eyes, and you understood. One of his hands raised to cup your face and the gold of his wedding band caught the light in the process. The pad of his thumb brushed softly along your skin, so softly you were almost ashamed of the way you were still writhing in his lap. Almost. He tapped your cheek three times in a row, and you instantly came back to yourself. This was a check-in. This was your husband.

“Color?” you asked as you went still in his lap.

“No, I’m green, so, so very green,” he said gently, almost shy, even as a chuckle bubbled up out of him. “But you didn’t answer me, and you said wait before, but I realized I didn’t wait, then you said my name so I felt bad and wanted to be sure.”

Oh, this man loved you. He loved you, loved you. And you knew it, of course, but feeling it right now in the soft, gentle cadence of his words, in the way he was studying you for even the slightest change in mood or disposition? It had you clenching around nothing, needy as your hands fisted in the fabric of the plain black t-shirt he wore. You used your newfound hold on him to all but yank him flush against your bare chest.

“Honey,” your lips pressed softly to the hollow behind his ear, delicate, as you murmured, “I am so sorry I worried you, but I am so fucking green.” 

Sitting back again, you took in your husband, your hands reaching up to frame his face as you explained, “I only said wait because I was, uh, getting into it, you know?”

More realization washed over his expression and even in the barely there moonlight, you knew his face was red — more because of your knowledge of your Jake, than your reliance on your eyes.

“You called me Jake. Twice.” He was practically pouting as he repeated the fact. You’d broken character. The feigned anonymity was, admittedly, part of what made your designed ruse so fucking attractive. 

“Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again, Lieutenant.” 

Just like that, your husband was gone, and in his place sat Lieutenant Seresin. 

“I know it won’t.”

White hot desire lanced through you, and you forgot all rational fucking thought, practically crumbling against him, but he drew you up again, until your chest was flush against his own. Your taut nipples brushed against the soft, though slightly worn cotton fabric of his shirt. The sensation was heady and overwhelming, barely on this side of just enough. Your moan was clumsy and unabashed when it fled past your parted lips. 

Jake sneered at the noise, lip curled in what you knew to be feigned disgust when he spoke to you. “You can’t even help yourself can you, little one?”

His hand pressed against your lower back, forcing you closer against him, and the same pleasure rocketed through you as your sensitive skin connected with his clothing once more. Your hips resumed their previous rhythm, thighs tightening around Jake’s own to attempt to assert some semblance of control over the erratic movements of your body.

“N-no, Lieutenant,” you panted, stammering through the syllables. 

You might’ve had enough shame to be embarrassed by your own whimpering, if Jake hadn’t started to flex and tense the thigh you were currently rutting against within an inch of your life. 

“Well, go on then, take what you need.”

Despite the fact that you had a slight height advantage from being seated in his lap, Jake was practically scowling at you in a way that made you feel deliciously small. He sat back in the reclined driver’s seat almost lazily, short of the tension he was maintaining in his leg for your benefit. But even as you moved, you didn’t have nearly enough space, and you were sure you’d have bruises from where you’d leaned back against the steering wheel. The whine you released was downright guttural — part need, part exasperation. You hadn’t even realized you’d shut your eyes until you had to open them to look down at Jake, when he let out a downright cruel chuckle. He already knew.

“What’s the matter, hm?” Both of his hands rested at the top of your legs, squeezing the supple flesh where your hips met your thighs — one of his favorite places to feel you. He used the hold to still you. “Use your words or you get nothing.” 

“Need you, please,” you practically chanted, your aching muscles propelling you against reason, struggling against Jake’s hold. “Need you s’bad.”

Your words were practically slurring, but you didn’t care. In preparation for tonight, you and Jake had abstained for a little while, so you were already well past ‘overstimulated.’

“Didn’t I tell you to take what you need?” A large palm closed around your throat, applying only nominal pressure — just enough to focus you — before he continued. “So why aren’t you? Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

The smirk rested upon his lips told you that Jake knew exactly what your problem was; he just reveled in hearing you say it.

“Not enough,” you whined when he eased the pressure, thighs tightening in their positions bracketed around him. “Need you to fuck me, Lieutenant.” 

“Sweetheart,” he purred, head lowering to drop teasingly delicate kisses along the line of your shoulder. You didn’t miss the way he shifted beneath you, as much as your weight would allow. His slacks were drawn so tightly across his body, you were fairly certain that if you’d had the presence of mind to look down, you’d have seen his cock twitch. “You hardly know me. Plus, there’s not nearly enough room in this car.”

You knew what he was getting at, knew how desperately he practically daydreamed about fucking you bent over the back of his car — outside, where any and everyone could hear and see you. It was why you’d gone to a bar just outside of your normal stomping grounds. You were less likely to run into anyone you knew, and it felt like a fair but necessary compromise to allow your husband to live out his fantasy. Except now he wanted you to beg for it. 

“Please, Lieutenant, please,” you babbled, remembering to lean in to the role you were meant to be playing. “I, I don’t normally do this either, but please. I don’t even care if, if…”

Your pleading was clumsy, but if Jake had noticed, he hadn’t commented on it. Instead, he’d opened the car door on his side and ordered you to get out. When you reached for your shirt, to guard against the late night chill, he delivered a sharp smack against your cheek. It was a limit you’d previously agreed upon, but what you hadn’t expected was the primal way you moaned in response.

God, you were his. You were so fucking his. 

He got out of the car once you were steady on your feet, and before you could reach for him, he’d spun you around, pressing into you until you were bent over the trunk of the car you’d rented for your little expedition. Your eyes skimmed the parking lot — not crowded but certainly not empty, either. The perfect amount of risk.

“Color, sweetheart,” he said softly, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“Green, bright fucking green,” the words hissed through gritted teeth, as you struggled to push back against his hips. The erection currently straining behind his jeans felt like a fucking punishment. You’d do anything to see him, get your hands on him, and — 

“Wrists,” he barked, clearly settling right back into character.

“Is that an order, Lieutenant?” 

You knew Jake loved that you could dish it as well as you could take it, but the sharp smack he delivered your ass let you know that Lieutenant Seresin was not a fan. You yelped, upper half pressing closer into the car. Your nipples went taut against the metal, practically stinging from how cold it was. You couldn’t decide if the sensation was too much or not enough, before Jake was repeating himself — something he hated to do.

“I said wrists.”

“But Lieutenant, what if someone sees us?” You were probably laying it on thick, and while you knew Jake was too far gone to make fun of you for it, you wanted to hear the delirium creep into his voice; to know how absolutely fucking wrecked he was, and how very much your doing it was. Because while you were very much his, he was also very much yours. 

You heard the familiar sound of his belt and zipper, and then he was shoving up your skirt and using your own weight against you to press you tighter against the car. The anticipation was as delicious as it was agonizing. You wriggled your hips, just to do something, just to tease, and then — 

Jake groaned behind you as he began slowly splitting you open, pressing into you at a rate that was dizzying — both too soon and not quick enough; you couldn’t decide if you wanted more or less. The promise of that frenzied push and pull of him inside of you, hips stuttering with need. You were insatiable for what you already had. One of his palms collected both of your wrists in his grasp, pinning them together at the base of your back; the newfound tension in your shoulders, as infuriating as it was, only worsened the ache that resided deep in your belly. With his other hand now carefully coiled around the nape of your neck, Jake pressed your cheek against the back of the car with so much force, you struggled to keep your toes pressed into the pavement for balance. Even the brush of your bunched skirt at the top of your hips felt like too much; you were an exposed nerve, you felt turned inside out from the intensity of the pleasure licking up through your insides like flames.

And you were babbling, a short chorus of “oh fuck”’s and “right there”’s, when Jake finally spoke again: “Look at you, takin’ me s’good. Wish you could see, doll. Y’look like a fuckin’ dream.” 

Jake would’ve sounded sleazy if he was anybody else, accent pouring out thick over words practically hissed out through gritted teeth — but he was so fuckin’ smooth. You wanted to rile him up, too, to beat him at his own game, when you heard noise coming from the far side of the parking lot. For a moment, Jake stuttered behind you; clearly not expecting the sound, either. It was the brief pause in his movements that allowed your mind mere moments to clear, to process, to fight through the haze. Above, or perhaps through the sound of your husband’s soft pants, you could hear two people chatting quietly; they’d likely stepped out of the bar for a smoke.  

“Wh-what if they hear us?” You managed to mumble convincingly, though you were delighted by the thought, as was evident by the shiver racking your body. 

“Let them.” The words were a near snarl, sending more hot, unrelenting waves of ecstasy coursing through you. Your upper half sagged against the back of the car, mouth fallen open in a silent expression of pleasure. 

Behind you, Jake released his hold the nape of your neck, only for his fingers to twist in your hair to wrench your body upright. “Didn’t I just say let them hear you?” 

“S-sorry, Lieutenant,” you practically wailed, the sound unfiltered and needy — you knew what was coming next, and apparently so did Jake. Immediately, you felt a warm palm smothering your lips, to stifle the second, much louder noise that left your mouth as the knots coiled up within you finally snapped and unwound, and the orgasm rocketed through you. Your vision went white, and all sound faded away. Vaguely, you were aware of Jake, your Jake behind you, and the soft, slightly strangled noise he made when he finished, but you were too busy loitering in that in between feeling, part floating back down to your body, part tingling all over.

When the ringing in your ears subsided and you felt like you could finally hold your eyes open, you clued into Jake’s voice, whispering your name hurriedly. You could hear the sound of his zipper, the buckle of his belt, he was rushing. And then he was spinning you around, eyes searching your expression worriedly while he busied himself with fixing your skirt. It was then that you realized you were crying, or you had been, fat tears dribbling down your face as you sagged against the car.

With his shirt wrinkled and the flush of a fresh orgasm, Jake looked absolutely stunning, even in the low light — and you hated him for it. He framed your face in his hands, both thumbs capturing the stray tears as he heaved out a sigh. 

“You went so quiet on me,” he mumbled out softly, “I thought, I…”

You could only shake your head, then gripping both sides of his shirt to drag his warm frame toward you. His arms encircled you almost immediately, one palm smoothing up and down the length of your back while the other cradled the back of your head, where you were curled into your chest. You weren’t sure how long you remained that way, wrapped in his embrace, but it felt like centuries later that he broached the silence again. 

“So, I don’t know how much they saw, but those people from earlier definitely saw something. I think we should get going, babe.” In response to this, you whined and pressed tighter against your husband, your bare chest pressing against his, as if you could somehow get any closer. At this, he only chuckled, freeing a hand to open the back door to the car. It was a little awkward for him to move and bend, with you wrapped around him for dear life, but his hand reappeared a moment later with the sweatshirt he’d stashed back there for you. Before Jake had even gotten to work pulling the cotton material over your head, you knew it would smell of his cologne. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said softly, his expression downright fond. Even as his arms dropped from you, his hand found yours almost instantly, to lead you to the passenger’s side of the car.

“Bath time?” you questioned, finally finding your voice again. 

“Bath time,” he repeated with a smile, dropping a kiss on the top of your head as he helped you settle into your seat. 

#callsign phoenix’s 1k #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman smut

[jayfortheday]

The way you write Vance is the absolute cutest, I love how you make him the biggest softie when it specifically comes to Y/N. Can you write something from Finney’s POV where he sees Vance being all angry and aggressive at the Grab N Go (like yelling and fighting) and is just so terrified of him but when he leaves and rounds the corner of the building he secretly sees Vance outside being all blushy and soft with his (s/o) and Finney is just like “huh. I guess he’s not so scary after all”

To Everyone But Them (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 712

Description: After Finney sees Vance win a fight at the Grab N Go, he sees him round a corner to meet up with his partner

Tags: fighting, blood, fluff, language, kissing, third person

Quick note: This story is told from the third-person perspective of Finney and reader will have they/them pronouns

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finney’s eyes were wide as he watched Vance hit the boy splayed out on the linoleum floor from outside the Grab N Go. The boy tried to fight back, but Vance moved too fast to be stopped, kneeling above the boy’s chest to hit him. He repeatedly pulled his fist back and threw it into the boy’s face, pulling blood with an enraged look on his face. When the boy beneath him finally stopped trying to fight, Vance ceased his hits and stood up off the boy. 

Vance’s knuckles were caked in blood and some splattered his face. 

“Stay the fuck down,” Vance growled at the boy who was now curled up on the floor. Vance glanced up to Finney, causing Finney to go rigid before Vance looked away. Vance launched one last kick at his opponent before he turned to exit the building. Finney quickly hurried away from the door so he wouldn’t at all stand in Vance’s way. 

Finney watched with half horror half fascination as Vance exited the building and round a corner into an alley between the Grab N Go and the adjacent building. From the position he was standing, Finney could see Vance stop in the middle of the alley and smile warmly. Finney adjusted his position slightly to stay out of sight but to see what had elicited Vance’s expression. Pushing himself up against the brick of the building to peer into the alley, Finney saw another person with Vance, looking up at him with a similarly happy expression. Finney could faintly hear what they were saying. 

“So, what happened this time?” The other person laughed, reaching up to wipe a speck of blood from Vance’s cheek. 

“Same old shit if you’ll believe it,” Vance replied, standing still with his arms crossed as the other person pulled a tissue from their pocket. They brought it up and began to clean the blood from Vance’s face. 

“I believe it, alright. Are you ok, did you get hit?” The person asked, glancing into Vance’s eyes before looking back at his face. 

“Only a little bit, it’s nothing serious, you don’t gotta worry, Y/N,” he responded, glancing down at his bloody knuckles. 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Y/N spoke, shoving the soiled tissue into their pocket and picking up Vance’s hand to look at his knuckles. 

Y/N used the hem of their shirt to wipe some of the blood from Vance’s knuckles, pulling a hiss of pain from his lips. 

“Give me a sec to get the blood off and I’ll check it out, ok?” They smiled softly, wiping Vance’s hand again but more gently this time. Once all the blood had been wiped off, Y/N’s eyes went wide.

“Jesus, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you bang ‘em up this bad,” they gasped. “You sure it doesn’t hurt too bad?” 

“Ya know, you’re cute when you worry about me,” Vance chuckled, reaching up his other hand to rest on the wall by Y/N’s head. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” they muttered with a slight blush on their face. 

“You should’ve seen me in there, I was totally kickin’ that guy’s ass,” Vance bragged. 

“I don’t doubt it, and I was out here, waitin’ for you all alone,” Y/N replied, looking up to Vance with mock sadness. 

“I’m sorry, baby, can you ever forgive me?” Vance half pleaded with a smile. “We can have a sleepover at my house, watch some movies, your choice?”

“I’ll think about it…if you buy me some microwave popcorn,” Y/N replied with a snarky grin. 

“Is that all it takes these days, sweetheart?”

Seeing Vance act so strangely pulled a quiet laugh out of Finney, causing Y/N to look up to him. Finney blushed deeply at being caught, but Y/N didn’t seem mad.

“Whatcha looking at?” Vance asked, going to turn his head. Before he could spot Finney, Y/N grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into a kiss. Vance immediately relaxed into them, resting his hands on their shoulders. Y/N opened one eye and waved Finney off, giving him a chance to leave while Vance was distracted. Finney gave a quick smile before turning around and quickly walking away.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This one felt a little easier to write, which was nice, but I am still in a bit of a slump. I'm gonna try to do some writing during my break, but I make no guarantees. Love y'all

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[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Kinktober Pantalone -Day Thirty-

Tags for the day: Streaming and hand kink

Summary: Pantalone is being punished for being a brat by his Mistress on camera allowing his viewers to see him being edged until he breaks and asks forgiveness having his mistress join the livestream as he finally cums.

“Hmm, I really hate to say this guys but I think I should get-” As the man tried to end his live stream once again I turned up the viberator that was presiously nestled in his hole.

“F-Fuck~! Cumming! Cumming!” And once again before that oh-so- desired release I stopped the toy having the man’s lower body tremble with need. Sitting on a chair by the camera with his viberator’s app open on my phone watching as he slowly went crazy. 

I smirked and as another donation rolled in I turned on the toy again. I firmly believe that his viewers thought they were the reason Lone was shaking with need. But both Lone and I knew the truth, no one but me could make him his needy. While Lone was busy enjoying himself a text to speech donation came in. 

‘Shouldn’t you put those pretty hands to use?’ Lone was known for being a slut, He looked at me wondering if he was allowed to follow the donations. I nodded and turned off the toy again. 

“N-Not again.” He whined, but he slowly guided one of his hands to massage his tense thighs while the other went to his neck. I adored teasing the intimidating bossy man, watching his resolve crack under the desire of his orgasm was something I could never let go of. I followed the donations and though Lone had wanted to end his stream at least two hours ago he was now presenting himself to the camera practically begging for someone to end his torment. 

As the toy calmed down once more he began to cry as he looked towards me, “P-Please, I-I’m sorry for being bad today! Just please let me cum!” He begged, I could tell that I finally broke his wall, it was obvious to everyone watching that Lone wasn’t talking to them. I smirked and raised a brow. I turned on the toy once again, having the boy shake with need. 

“P-please! I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Please~ I-I’ll be good~!” his eyes never left my figure as he lost the feeling in his arms and arched his ass up. Lone’s cock was dripping as his tongue was out of his mouth.

“M-Mistress~ P-please let your slave cum~ I’ll be so goo~d I’ll listen to you~~~” His heavenly voice screamed as he found the position he’s wanted since the beginning, “F-fuck~ L-Let me cum~ Let me cum~ Mistress Please!!!!” I finally stood up from my chair and went towards the boy making sure to keep my face hidden from the camera.

“Poor boy, do you want to cum for Mistress?” Lone nodded, grabbing my hand.

“P-please~” I smirked and helped him  from his rather appetizing position and allowed him to hug me so he could ground himself. 

“Since you received your punishment well, shall I milk you now.” Lone’s twitching cock was in agreement as was he. I smiled and moved Lone off of me and went to grab the one toy he adored more than anything. His dragon-like fleshlight, I returned to the camera aiming it down before getting in the bed and pulling Lone to lay back on me. I handed the toy to Lone and he swallowed harshly before looking at me.

“W-want you~” He whined, 

“Don’t worry pretty boy, you’ll get me.” The boy begrudgingly slid the toy around his cock and I shoved some of my fingers into his mouth and used my other hand to play with his nipples. All while I was touching him, Lone lost control of his legs, having them shut close. I scoffed and used my legs to keep them spread for the camera. 

“C-cumming~” he warned, I smirked and as his hips bucked uncontrollably I watched as Lone’s hands stopped their motions. 

“Pretty boy, look down.” Lone did as instructed, “You stopped moving your toy, Do you want mistress to take over?” Lone nodded sucking on my fingers aggressively, I took my hand away from his nipple and moved the toy. 

“Come on, pretty boy, watch your Mistress’s hand, isn’t that your favorite sight?” Lone whined, I kept squeezing his cock in my hand and that action alone got him to cum a few more times. I was about to continue but I felt his hands grabbing my thighs. I pulled my fingers out of Lone’s mouth having him say gibberish as he fucked up into the toy I was still holding.  I watched as he kept ‘cumming’ as he got progessively more dumb until his hold on my thigh was losing strength. I kissed Lone’s neck and pulled the toy off of his spent cock and reached down to pull his viberator out. His body twitched as he was losing consciousness. I went towards the camera. 

“Thank you for tuning into my darling’s life, may we see each other again.” I ended the stream and looked at the wrecked boy. I smiled and grabbed a rag I had prepared before I started this live and cleaned up Lone’s cum stained body making sure to be gentle around his cock, ass and nipples so as to not wake him up. When he was ridded of the cum and tears I took him into my arms and took him into our actual bedroom. I got him dressed in his nice comfy oversized sweater and put boxers on him before following his attire and crawling into bed with him. I took the oversized puppy into my arms and snuggled into him. 

“You did so well Lone, sweet dreams darling.” I kissed before falling asleep

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[dylanndr]

Why yes, reblog tag commenter, I do indeed have opinions about that one Izzy/Lucius photo.

TL;DR: it's a hot photo, it's not canon AFAIK (and for good reason), but you can massage it until it's in a plausible shape if you are so inclined

It was taken by OFMD set photographer Aaron Epstein, who shared it on his socials. I'm assuming this is from an unused take from the beginning of episode 10, where Izzy is telling Lucius to go see Blackbeard, and not to speak of what he witnesses on pain of death. But it could possibly be from some other deleted scene, or it could just a moment of Con O'Neill and Nathan Foad goofing off between takes. Both Con and Nathan got a bit horny on main about the picture (to be sure, "horny on main" appears to be Con's default state, but I digress). Given how much improv and "yes, and" drive the show, we can assume there's at least some willingness on the part of the actors to explore this dynamic further.

But, as much as I love the shit out of this image, I agree with others who have said that this was the wrong vibe for Izzy and Lucius, from what we know of their canonical behavior thus far. For me, one of the biggest issues is that, as furious as he might get, Izzy has never actually attempted any kind of physical violence against Lucius, and I think it was a very good call not to go there.

Izzy has pushed Stede around and stabbed him in the guts, he's pulled Fang's beard, he's shoved and smacked Black Pete. But, in his confrontations with Edward and Lucius, he stops it at shouting. While he doesn't have a formal sub/dom relationship with either of them, Izzy's instinctual behavior towards them says touching them aggressively is off limits. The only time Izzy initiates physical contact with Lucius is when he grabs Lucius by the arm to pull him into a private conversation at the beginning of episode 10. It's not done in a threatening manner, and Lucius isn't frightened or intimidated by it.

For Lucius's part, we know he likes tough guys with soft, chewy centers. We don't know what precisely he does with them sexually, apart from moaning about it loud enough for the whole ship to hear, but that's his type. Pete and Fang, though, are never anything but sweet and gentle with Lucius. Izzy definitely has the look Lucius is weak for, but sweet and gentle are nowhere to be found (YET?).

Whatever soft, chewy center Izzy has (and I do think he has one) is currently locked in a fortress that's only accessible via a narrow, creaky bridge that spans a moat of lava. I would argue Lucius has breached at least some of the outer defenses, given how radically different Izzy treats Lucius in episode 10 vs. episode 5, but I don't think Lucius is at a point of feeling safe with Izzy, and that's very probably a dealbreaker.

So this photo doesn't quite fit with how these characters behave in current canon. But let's say we really want this photo to be legit because we appreciate the, um, artistic merits of it. How might that work?

You could sum up the relative bottomish tendencies of these two like so:

Lucius: I want a guy who could break me in half, and then doesn't Izzy: I want a guy who could break me in half, and then does

Here's an interesting thing about that photo (reading it as the characters interacting as opposed to the actors messing around). As much as Izzy appears to be the aggressor here, his hold on Lucius's hair looks to be a stage grip. Right at this moment my hair happens to be about the same length as Lucius's in that photo, and I cannot get a hold at that spot where my fingers don't slide off immediately, even with an actual grip instead of a fake one. If Izzy wanted to drag Lucius by the hair in earnest, he'd need to grab on at the top. This means Lucius can get out of that position quickly and painlessly if he wants to, so we could interpret this as Lucius choosing to be in this situation, perhaps playing out a previously negotiated scene.

Izzy's grasp of consent is shaky at best, and for sure his horniest scenes with Edward/Blackbeard are not negotiated even a little bit, but also Bratty Sub Izzy lays down some sabotage when he genuinely doesn't want to do something Edward tells him to do. So formalizing the proceedings is more about Lucius's comfort zone, I think. He would need to feel safe negotiating this kind of play with Izzy, and be assured that Izzy is also into it, because that's the kind of person Lucius is.

One way I could see this coming together is that Lucius breaks Izzy in half emotionally (hey, there's a soft, chewy center in here), and in the process of doing so gets to a place where he does indeed feel safe around Izzy. Izzy gets positively ecstatic about making sure Lucius is content, and then Lucius is like, "here's how I want it."

Being ordered to do this by someone he's into, for a scenario he's into, and being told exactly what he's supposed to do so he doesn't have to make decisions or engage in awkward social guesswork, might be the best way to get Izzy on board with topping like this.

Anyhow, that’s a lot of words for a photo about which we have almost no context, but that’s my read of it based on what we currently know.

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Who We Were (Part 3)

Series Summary: Silco has returned to take over Vander’s position as leader of the Undercity, only to find himself facing a new challenge. The woman that had once been devoted to him wants nothing to do with him. Can he convince her or have things changed too much in his absence?

Pairings: Post Act 1 Silco/OC (Olillia), Implied past Sevika/OC, Young Silco/OC

Parts: Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

Warnings/Tags: Violence, Injury, Blood, Needles, Grief, Loss of Limb Mention

A/N: I made a playlist for this story! The link to it is on the masterlist if you would like to check it out. I also have a song specifically for this chapter (mostly the flashback part). Listen here. Much thanks to a friend of mine for introducing me to it. Thank you to @silcoitus​ and @deny-the-issue​ for beta-reading!

The noise of construction was one that quickly got annoying. Sevika scowled as she entered the work zone that The Last Drop had become. The constant banging and crashing that filled the space didn’t do her raging headache any favors. Her latest micro-dose of shimmer was starting to wear off, soreness creeping into her muscles. Sevika rolled her good shoulder and tilted her head to crack her neck before walking across the room to the foot of the stairs and trudging up them to the upper level.

Sevika hoped Silco was in a better mood than he had been the past few days. Whenever she checked in during her recovery, he was snappy and quick to dismiss her. She would have thought that his success would have put him in a better mood, but something seemed to be interfering with the sense of victory. She had an inkling that Lil’s continued absence had something to do with it.

When she reached the door to Silco’s new office, Sevika raised her hand and rapped her knuckles on the frame. The low ‘come in’ from the other side encouraged her to enter. She shut the door behind her and moved to stand before the desk sitting in front of the window. The high-backed chair on the other side spun around to face her, revealing Silco. 

“Sevika. How is your healing going?”

She gave him a one-shouldered shrug and gestured to her left shoulder. The implant site was still healing and hurt more than she could put into words.

“I still have some healing to do before anything else can be added. The biggest issue is getting used to only having one hand for the time being.”

Silco hummed before leaning forward to grab the cigar from the gray ashtray on his desk. He brought it to his mouth and lit it before turning his attention back to her again.

"The doctor has shown great progress in his healing, so hopefully, he should be able to help you soon and expedite the process."

Silco turned his chair away from her and focused his gaze on the ceiling. Sevika followed his gaze and found nothing. He must be in a melancholic mood rather than the snappy one of the past few days. The longer he was forced to wait for Lil to return, the stranger his attitude became.

“Sir?” 

Silco only hummed again, indicating that he heard her.

“Is there something you need?”

Silco blew his cigar smoke upwards toward the rafters before turning his gaze toward her.

"Answers would be nice. It's been nearly a week, and I haven't heard anything from Ollilia, either positive or negative.”

“What kind of answer are you expecting?” Sevika asked. “Do you want her to come running in here and lay herself at your feet? Because she’s not going to.”

Silco scowled at her and snubbed out his cigar. He leaned forward across his desk and pinned her with a glare. 

“You led me to believe that she would. Instead, I found her gathering a group to come after me in Vander’s defense. When I went to her apartment to talk to her alone, she attacked me with a staff and shoved me into a wall.”

“You tried to touch her, didn't you?"

“I grabbed her arm. She had never been aggressive like that before. Where did that come from?”

Sevika’s eyes flicked away from him, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m assuming you had something to do with that?”

“A pretty waitress at the busiest bar in the lanes, she was often the center of many people's attention. Especially after you disappeared.”

“Me? What difference would my presence make?”

Sevika looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you seriously asking that? She may as well have been wearing a sign that said ‘Property of Silco: Do Not Touch' when you were around. No one dared come near her. But, once you were gone, they flocked towards her like vultures."

“I can say that it wasn’t intentional.”

Sevika didn’t believe it for a second. If his current behavior was any indication, he definitely felt he deserved Lil's attention. She knew that wasn't a new phenomenon and that he wouldn't have tolerated having competition. She hadn't personally experienced the ire from encroaching on what Silco viewed as his territory, as she hadn’t made her move until after he was long gone. She had seen a few gutsy idiots scurry away from The Drop when they had built up the courage to approach Lil, only to be chased off by Silco’s piercing gaze and intimidating nature.

“Whether it was or not, your influence didn’t last long once she returned. She needed a way to make them back off. So I worked with her until she felt confident she could take care of herself."

“Wait…once she returned?”

Sevika stared blankly at Silco. As intelligent as he was, he sure missed a lot.

"She didn't stick around after your 'death.' When Vander returned and said what happened, she took off. Nearly did your job for you before she did too."

Sevika saw Silco’s head tilt in confusion before his eye widened as he realized the meaning behind her words. He truly didn’t seem to know how much he meant to Lil. She hoped this information would get it into his head.

“I found her by the river and brought her home. After that, she was awol. I didn't see her for at least a year after that, and it was another two before she set foot in the Last Drop again. Don't be surprised if it takes her time to warm up to you again."

She could see the disappointment in Silco’s face. She could tell that he thought getting himself into Lil's good graces would be easy.

“If she was so bothered by what happened, why was she gathering forces against me? Why would she go save Vander?”

“I honestly don’t think she was doing it for Vander,” Sevika said. “When I left the bar, I could tell she was itching to follow me out.”

“Why didn’t she?”

“Because just like Vander, the kids were holding her back. They were the only reason she came back in the first place. She cared about them, including the brat you brought back.”

“Yet she said she has no claim over her as a mother.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” Silco scoffed. “Everything is complicated with her.”

With her?

Sevika rolled her eyes. If he continued with that attitude, he wouldn’t get very far with Lil if he tried to talk to her again.

“If she does decide to come back, keep in mind that she tried to attack a man twice her size while she had an injured shoulder for you.”

Lil hissed in pain as she plopped down on the booth Sevika had led her to. After Silco’s departure, Sevika had appeared to finish tending to the wound on Lil’s shoulder. Agreeing that the warehouse was much too crowded, the pair of them had made their way back to the Last Drop in a torrential downpour.

“Your bandage got all wet,” Sevika said, pulling away what remained of the part of Lil’s shirt covering her shoulder.

“I’ll fix it later. Leave it alone for now,” Lil said, waving Sevika’s hands away. “Get me something to drink.”

Sevika stood from her crouch at Lil's side and made her way over to the bar. Lil leaned her head back against the booth, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. She tried to think about anything but the searing pain in her shoulder. She hadn't taken anything to help lessen it, leaving the available meds for people that needed them more than she did. What she needed most was rest, but she wanted to see Silco again before that happened. 

Lil’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the front door of the bar slamming open. Vander stood in the doorway, absolutely drenched. He was breathing heavily and clutching his right forearm. Sevika abandoned her mission behind the bar and rushed to his side. 

“He’s bleeding a lot,” she said. “Lil, I need your help!”

Lil stood stiffly from her seat in the booth and moved as fast as she could across the bar to grab the emergency med kit from behind it as Sevika guided Vander into a chair. She tossed a towel across the room into Sevika's waiting hands, which was pressed on Vander's forearm to slow his bleeding. Lil crossed the room again, pulling over another chair with her uninjured arm. She sat in front of Vander and opened the kit on the table.

“What happened?” she asked. “Have you been bleeding like this since the bridge?”

Vander wouldn't look at her, only shaking his head in answer to her question. Lil pursed her lips and got to work on tending his wound. When Sevika removed the towel, Lil could see that it was a long clean slice. Not jagged or surrounded by other injuries that would signify where he got it. If she had to guess, it was likely a slash from a knife.

After cleaning it, Lil threaded the needle and moved to stitch the sides together. Having just gone through this herself, she should have been prepared for Vander's violent recoil to the pain of the needle piercing his skin. He nearly pulled his arm out of her grip, its retreat only stopped by Sevika intervening and holding it still.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have anything to numb it. Most of the supplies are at the warehouse.”

Vander nodded for her to continue, so Lil started her stitching job again. When she was satisfied, she tied it off and covered it with a bandage to keep it clean. Her eyes roved over Vander’s form, searching him for more injuries. His soaked clothing didn’t give her any indication he was bleeding anywhere else on his body. As her gaze skimmed over his midsection, she saw a hole on the side of his shirt. She reached out and touched the spot, causing Vander to recoil again.

“He’s got another wound,” she said to Sevika. “Help me get his shirt off so I can look at it.”

Sevika moved to do as Lil asked, but Vander placed his large hand on her shoulder, stopping her movement. 

“Leave it.”

“Vander…” Lil started.

“I said leave it,” he snapped at her. 

Lil flinched at his tone. Vander had never treated her with anything but kindness, never raised his voice at her. He looked at her for the first time since he entered the bar, likely having seen her flinch. His gaze softened, and as Lil looked into his eyes, she could see something dark lingering in them.

Pain. Regret.

At that moment, it struck her that someone was missing. Silco had left her at the warehouse to presumably talk to Vander. Here was Vander. With no Silco. 

“Vander…” she said. “Where is Silco?”

Lil could see the dark shadows on his face increase in intensity as he averted his gaze again. Vander stood from his chair, stumbling away from where she and Sevika were still sitting. Lil imitated his actions and stood from her chair, but her feet remained glued to the floor.

"Where is he?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly as her mind raced through every horrible scenario she could think of.

“He’s gone,” was Vander’s only reply as he grabbed a bottle from behind the counter and took a large swig of it.

“Gone? Gone where?”

The bottle shattered as Vander slammed it down on the countertop. He braced his hands against the surface, his large shoulders heaving as he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“He’s dead, Lil.”

Lil felt her heart stop at his words. Her breath caught in her throat, and she began to sway where she stood. She felt Sevika's steadying hand on her lower back, preventing her from falling over.

Dead? How could he be dead? She had just seen him. He was alive. She felt his heartbeat as he carried her to safety. Felt the warmth of his hands as he held her face before he left.

“What…what happened?”

“I wanted to touch base and see where we should go from here. Things went horribly wrong tonight. Things need to change. I only wanted to talk.”

Vander turned towards her, his weight sagging to lean against the bar.

"He came at me. You know how his temper is. He stabbed me and slashed at me with his dagger. I tried retreating into the river to escape him, but he followed me. I was just going to hold him under long enough to slow him down so that I could get away."

Lil heard more than felt the sob escape her chest. Silco was dead. And Vander had killed him.

“How could you?” she asked, taking a step towards him. “He’s half your size. There’s no way he could fight you off!”

“I didn’t have a choice, Lil! He was trying to kill me!”

Lil tore her gaze away from him. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. 

“I was only trying to slow him down, but he was under for too long. He was gone before I knew what had happened.”

With an angry yell, Lil grabbed the knife at her hip and launched herself in Vander's direction. Despite his injuries, he reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist to stop her attack. Lil lashed out with her other hand, violently smacking his face and dragging her nails across it. She felt an arm wrap around her midsection, pulling her away from the man before her.

“Lil, stop!” Sevika shouted. “You’ll pull your stitches!”

“Let me go!” Lil screamed, trying to pull herself out of Sevika’s grasp. 

“Lil, please…” Vander said, taking a step towards her. “Please understand.”

“Understand?! You killed the man I love, your brother, and you want me to understand?!”

“It was an accident! I was only defending myself!”

Lil felt another sob escape her lungs as she collapsed against Sevika’s grip. The other woman pulled the knife from her hand and threw it away from her. Vander took another step towards them, holding his hands up defensively.

“If I could undo it, I would. I would give anything to bring him back.”

Lil stiffened in Sevika's arms and turned her face towards Vander again. Her mouth twisted in a snarl, and she spat a retort at him.

“It should have been you. This whole thing was your fault! The demonstration went wrong because of you!”

Sensing Sevika’s grip weakening, Lil pulled out of it, freeing herself. Rather than attacking Vander again like she desperately wanted to, she ran from the bar out into the downpour. She could hear Vander calling after her, but she didn’t stop. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her shoulder, Lil continued running through the streets of the Undercity. 

Lil knew they wouldn't be able to catch her even if they tried, but she couldn't stop. She eventually found herself at the edge of the polluted water of the River Pilt. She couldn't see much of anything in the darkness of the stormy night, but she tried in vain to search the surface for any sign of life.

“Silco!” she screamed as loud as her lungs would allow. “Silco! Answer me, please!"

She continued screaming his name, her cries quickly covered by the deafening thunder. Lil sank to her knees on the riverbed, streams of tears mingling with the rain running down her cheeks. Her throat ached from screaming, but choked sobs still rose to the surface. 

Lil's eyelids shot open as she awoke from her nightmare. The same one she'd been having all week. The first night, Mai had woken her up. She had told her she was screaming in her sleep. Now that she was back at her place, she wondered if the screaming had continued. She'd have to apologize to her neighbors.

Pulling the covers from her body, Lil climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed cold water onto her face. When she looked at herself in the mirror above the basin, all she could see was exhaustion. Her eyes were red and wrinkled lines were forming in various places. The haunting memories were keeping her from getting the rest she needed. The conclusion she had reached was that staying away from Silco didn’t alleviate the problem as she thought it would. 

Perhaps the solution was constant exposure to his presence. Maybe that would soothe the aching spot in her heart. To see that he was alive. Vander had lied. He was still here. Things would never be the same, but knowing this was the truth and seeing it daily could help heal the tear that had reopened by seeing him again for the first time.

Lil highly doubted he was waiting on pins and needles for her response. If she waited long enough, he would find someone else. She had simply been the easier choice and available. 

Hopefully, it wasn't too late.

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20.alone, finally

from the prompt list for MadaObi please

👀 why yes I can surely do something for that…. I took the freedom to use my “Eye Love You” AU for this one……. because sometimes it’s just fun to write Madara being smitten against all rational sense or reason.

(Another ao3 link, because it’s long again <3 or you can read it under the cut.)

MadaObi / Alone, finally

War was a noisy affair. It was loud, it was messy and, after a while, it was simply overwhelming, even for the most experienced of fighters. After all the blinding flashes of light that were just as aggressive as the jutsu which caused them, Obito relished stepping into the emptiness of his personal dimension. Here, there was nothing to assault his ears and eyes, only peace and quiet. If only for a brief moment, it was nice to be -

“Alone,” suddenly a voice sighed directly into his ear, ironically completing the thought in his head. “Finally.”

The latter word was spoken with such fervour that it raised the hairs on his neck. The heat of his breath was still clinging to Obito’s skin when he swirled around and came face to face with Madara who was standing far too close for his liking.

Damn. He forgot the man was able to travel here as well, now that he possessed one of Obito’s eyes.

He instinctively walked backwards to bring distance between them but like a magnet drawn to its opposite pole, Madara simply followed after him. There was something truly unhinged about the man ever since he had been revived in his true body. Obito much preferred the cold indifference Madara displayed when he was still an Edo Tensei puppet. He had been watching Obito with quiet amusement back then, likely just biding his time to swoop in and take his place. Now, however, it seemed as if a switch had been flipped.

Those eyes were devouring him.

Obito began to sweat when he realised that by escaping the war he manoeuvred himself into a much more dangerous situation.

After his revival, Madara had done one insane thing after another, starting with stealing the other half of Kamui from Kakashi and offering it to Obito like a token of friendship. And when Obito told him he could keep it - he adamantly refused to hand over the rinnegan - instead of getting mad, Madara’s whole face lit up like the sun.

It was disturbing and made Obito regret his decision instantly. Madara appeared to be under the impression that this exchange of eyeballs somehow was bonding them.

He refused to think about what kind of bond this was supposed to be. Probably some convoluted, outdated Uchiha tradition that died out a hundred years ago. But it was extremely difficult to ignore the obvious implications when Madara was slowly closing in on him and his foot caught the edge of the stone block. Unless he wanted to throw himself down into the abyss or play a game of tag by jumping from one cube to another, he had to confront this problem.

And he had little doubt that an adrenaline fueled chase would only end in trouble…

“What do you want?” Obito finally snapped, raising his chin in a provocative manner.

Madara tilted his head. It was such an innocent gesture that in spite of himself Obito had to think of a puppy.

“I merely wanted to check up on you. You seemed a little distracted on the battlefield,” Madara said casually as if he had not just backed him into a corner like a predator. They were in the same position as before and when Obito awkwardly shifted his stance to at least lean slightly backwards, he briefly lost his balance. Immediately a hand reached out and tugged on his obi, pulling him even closer.

“Careful, you could fall,” Madara murmured and this time he could feel his breath against his lips. In a knee jerk reaction, Obito shoved him away. He had no choice, otherwise terrible things would happen if he was exposed to this any longer. It was unclear if those “things” entailed punching Madara’s face or something more stupid, like closing the distance between them for good.

“See?” Madara raised a brow as if he had proven his point. “You’re so twitchy. If you keep being so impulsive, you will make a mistake soon.”

His eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly sharper than a knife.

“And we don’t want that, do we?”

There was an edge to his tone - a warning. Obito suppressed a shudder because he still had some dignity left.

“What do you suppose I should do, take a nice long nap in the middle of the war?” He asked sarcastically. “We’re past the point where we can afford that, not when it gives the alliance time to heal and regroup.”

Madara smirked.

“We’re Uchiha… We have all the time we need at our disposal,” he purred and raised his hands to frame Obito’s face with them. The proximity of his gloved fingers to his most valuable assets caused Obito to freeze up.

It would be so easy for him to dig his thumbs in.

But he wouldn’t. He needed him. Needed his eyes.

Nevertheless it sent a spike of fear down his spine when Madara touched him there, a feverish tingle that travelled through his whole body and decided to settle down below, curling so deviously and insistently that Obito wondered if it was really fear or excitement.

He did not dare to swallow or even blink but with that he played directly into Madara’s hands. Those mismatched eyes, one purple, one red, perfectly mirroring his own, glowed with purpose and he was already plunged deep into a genjutsu when he understood what the other wanted to do.

It took less than a second for him to get caught.

Madara was right… time had no meaning for an Uchiha, if he was only skilled enough to draw out one moment for eternity.

It was a whole other question if he would be able to relax in here, with Madara glued to his back like a leech, his arms wrapped around his waist like they had any right to be there. The caster controlled the illusion and Obito was halfway tempted to destroy the domestic picture the older man had painted in his mind without asking. He was sure he had a good chance to dispel it, he had trained himself vigorously for a moment like this.

But he didn’t.

Instead he listened to the chirping of birds just outside this illusionary room. If he was better at recalling their names, he was sure he could pick out the exact species. There was something nostalgic about this, musing over birds while safely wrapped in the comfort of a cozy blanket. Just another lazy morning when he was off duty, only that now he was much bigger than he was when he lived with his grandmother, and this was not his childhood bedroom.

Of course there was also the warm weight enveloping him from behind… a presence that should have completely broken the immersion for him but he found that he minded it less than he initially thought.

He felt… grounded.

Perhaps it was the effect of the genjutsu dizzying his mind. That was as good of an excuse as any to close his eyes and snuggle backwards into Madara’s body for maximum comfort.

#my fic #madaobi #obimada #eye love you au

[scorchedthesnake]

April 1, 2012

Sleep No More Remixed, back in 2012, was a bit of a fiasco. It began as an email announcing when tickets would go on sale. When that moment came, the website crashed. Frantically we all spam reloaded it until we were able to get in and pay the what at the time seemed insanely unreasonable $100 per ticket. I did manage to snag two, but many, many fans were dismayed to find the show sold out almost instantly. 

And so began what would become a long tradition over the years of pleading in emails with the box office and/or marketing team to help out “a dear friend of the hotel.” In my case I was mostly concerned with ensuring I could get my then-new crush in. He was this beautiful, intelligent and extremely weird boy named Alex I had met via Tumblr – he’d posted to the SNM tag a number of times – who also happened to be the captain of the Columbia swim team. Yeah, he was a college senior, and I was emailing Cesar Hawas to try to get him and one of his friends into exclusive McKittrick parties. Great behavior on my part.

The show itself took us all by surprise. Unfortunately, it was still the early days and the audience was by and large still eager to play the newly identified game of Sleep No More - collecting 1:1s. Of course, a night where everyone is a return visitor who knows the layout of the building is the absolute worst time to do such a thing. The result was a kind of audience behavior most of us had simply never experienced before – and certainly not in this quantity. There was pushing and shoving and generally fans were faced with mirror images of our own thirsty aggression for the first time. We’d become used to being one of, if not the only cognoscenti in the audience at any given time, and had never reckoned with what it was like to share the hotel with an audience full of people like us. Reflecting on it now, this kind of vibe became commonplace over the following years and none of it would shock a current regular at the show at all. 

The reception of it all was pretty severe. People contemplated never returning after the quagmire – I don’t know if anyone actually went through with this, but for the week afterwards the tone of conversation on Tumblr was not positive at all. This turned around pretty quickly as new upcoming events were announced (Mayfair, where all Tumblr drama truly began). 

The afterparty itself, as everyone who went to Remixed 2 now knows, was mostly karaoke. How to integrate show and cast and party were things still somewhat in flux at the time, but it was nice that it gave a chance for the cast - in plainclothes - to let down their hair and have a good time, just with a lot of spectators for it.

I did get Alex tickets. His friend met and later began dating Tony Bordonaro. Alex and I had some awkward hangouts but it never went anywhere. Alas. He’s still beautiful.

#sleep no more #sleepnomore #mckittrick hotel #punchdrunk #sleepnomorenyc #mckittrick #sleep no more nyc

[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynamite 11/16/22

Bryan Danielson and Claudio Castagnoli vs. Chris Jericho and Sammy Guevara -- Claudio does lunges while holding Guevara in a suplex position before dropping him!!! Guevara continues to target the eye of Danielson that was injured in the 2 out of 3 falls match. Danielson with some aggressive running dropkicks into the corner!!! Guevara with a drop toe hold, driving Danielson's face into the bottom turnbuckle. Jericho hits Danielson in the head with the bat!! Claudio gets the hot tag!! He absolutely throws Guevara around like a rag doll and pummels Jericho in the corner with vicious uppercuts!! Danielson and Guevara back in. Beautiful rolling elbow from Danielson to Guevara!!! Series of kicks by Danielson!! Guevara goes back to Danielson's injured eye. Jumping knee by Guevara!!!! Danielson reverses a GTH attempt and grabs the LeBell lock!!!!!!! Guevara gets to the ropes. Top rope cutter by Guevara!!!! Jericho tags in and hits a Lionsault on Danielson, but Claudio breaks up the pin! Claudio absolutely hurls Guevara so high in the air and hits a huge uppercut!!!! Claudio tags in! Jericho goes for a shot with the bat, but Claudio catches him in the Giant Swing!!! When Claudio releases him, Jericho grabs the bat again. Claudio snatches the bat away and locks in the Sharpshooter!! Jericho taps!!! Claudio now has two falls on Jericho since losing the ROH World Championship to him!!! This match rocked!!!! Excited for the four way at Full Gear!!!!

The Acclaimed debut their music video, in which Caster raps about Swerve. It's pretty funny. Not gonna lie. Lol.

Death Triangle (c) vs. Top Flight and AR Fox for the AEW World Trios Championship -- Good to see Darius back and to see AR Fox in AEW! Darius and Dante throw Pac into a cutter by AR Fox!!! Standing moonsault from Pac and double team cazadora bomb from Penta and Fénix at the same time on Fox! Later on, 450 off the top rope by Fox on Fénix, but Fénix kicks out!! Fear Factor by Penta and Fénix followed by Black Arrow by Pac gets the three count on Fox!! Death Triangle retains again!!!

After the match, Pac calls out The Elite. "If they think they can just mozy in and best the Death Triangle, that's ridiculous. Death Triangle runs from nobody!! You may think you're coming for us, but we've been waiting for you." Go off, Pac!!!!! I am so hyped for this match!!!!!!!! But if The Elite win, I will jump out a window. I need Death Triangle to have the reign they deserve.

Bandido vs. Ethan Page (AEW World Championship number one contender tournament) -- This was fine. Page wins with Ego's Edge. Yawn.

Here comes Moxley to the ring with Regal. Moxley says his liking to fight isn't a good thing. He says he is sick in the head. He's addicted to the adrenaline rush, to hurting himself and his opponent. He said you can't hurt him, because he literally doesn't care. That's who Jon Moxley is. He says he has been trying to figure out who MJF is. He says the world sees what MJF wants them to see, prepared speeches and hand-picked opponents. But what Moxley sees is a kid playing wrestler, who is afraid he won't live up to the hype. Moxley says MJF isn't challenging him, Moxley is challenging MJF to show him something, to show him why people think MJF is going to be the future of this industry.

The Firm attacks and beats Moxley down!!!!!!! MJF runs out on a mission!!!! He takes out the Gunns and Moriarty on the ramp!!! He jumps into the ring and gives Morrissey a swift low blow!!! Ethan Page tries for a kick on MJF, but MJF dodges him and sends him into Morrissey instead. Then MJF puts his thumb in Page's eye and lands a low blow and a big left hand strike!!! I AM FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!! MJF USING HEEL TACTICS LIKE THE LOW BLOWS AND THE THUMB TO THE EYE BUT STILL LOOKING LIKE THE BABYFACE OPPOSITE THE FIRM IS MAKING ME INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MJF tells Stokely and The Firm, "If I were you, I'd get the hell out of Connecticut before I firmly take my boot and shove it up your ass." He then turns to Moxley, who is still down and out. "I did not save your ass because I like you, Jon. I saved you because I don't want any of your pissant, mark fan club making any excuses for you when I knock your lights clean out. No Dynamite Diamond Ring necessary. Ain't that right, Will? When I got into this business, my ultimate goal was to become the best wrestler in the world. And I'm not an idiot, Jon. I know this Saturday, I'm in for the fight of my life. You're one double tough, bad son of a bitch. But know this, I ain't the same kid I was the first time we fought for that piece of gold. You see, this time, you can dump me on my head as many times as you want, you can make me bleed buckets, you can snap, crackle, and pop every single ligament, joint, and bone in my body, but I will not stop. Because I need that belt more than I need water, more than I need food, and more than I need oxygen. Because when you're the man that holds the AEW World title, that makes you the best wrestler on God's green earth, and goddamn it, it's my time!!! Now I heard you last week when you said I'm not the devil. That's classic. Maybe you haven't been listening very well, so allow me to tell you. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist. And this Saturday at Full Gear, you are going to find out that I am the devil himself." MJF starts with his catchphrase, but Moxley takes the mic out of his hand before he can finish. Moxley says he never really saw the big deal with MJF, but at Full Gear, they are going to find out. Moxley says if MJF can't find it inside of himself, Moxley is gonna reach in and pull it out of him. He says at Full Gear, the training wheels come off.

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO. I AM SO EXCITED. I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WAS THIS EXCITED FOR ANYTHING IN AMERICAN WRESTLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#aew #aew lb #aew dynamite #maxwell jacob friedman #jon moxley #william regal #bryan danielson #claudio castagnoli #chris jericho #sammy guevara #pac #petagon jr #rey fénix #death triangle #max caster #anthony bowens #the acclaimed #dante martin #darius martin #top flight #ar fox #the elite #ethan page #bandido #stokely hathaway #the firm #aew dynamite 11/16/22

[myfictionaldreams]

Sweetheart needs looking after // poly!marauders x fem!reader

Summary: You were warned not to be a brat today, but when you start to feel unwell, how will the boys react when this mistake your behaviour for being a brat?

Warnings/tags: sexual themes discussed, dom/sub, brat reader, Hard dominant marauders, sub!reader, rough behaviour, fluff, comfort, dom/sub, slight angst, discussion of punishment

WARNING!!: this was one of the first fics I've ever written so please proceed with caution as there may be some not great BDSM etiquette/ aggressive relationship dynamics. The idea was for the boys to be hard doms with a bratty reader who likes punishment but it is only in this fic where the marauders are like this so be aware of this as you are reading.

Word count: 2.4k

Edited: 11/11/23

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Your day had started the same as any other. Closely wrapped around your boyfriends, each snoring at different intensity levels. Trying to clear the fogginess from your tired mind, you figured out which of the three chests you were lying on, deciding it was still too early to open your eyes. From the soft hum with each breath from beneath your cheek, you could tell that it was Remus who had pulled you onto his chest before passing out and the two heavy arms over your body were James and Sirius, who lay on either side of you, thoroughly cocooning you in.

Feeling the stiffness throughout your muscles, you attempted to try and stretch, but the ache that flared through your body had you quickly stopping and reminiscing on the activities from the night before. There was no denying you deserved the punishment the Marauders had given you last night, having spent all day pushing their buttons until they finally dragged you to bed. There, they had spent hours spanking and stuffing each of your holes, essentially using you like their very own fuck toy, making you cum until your legs couldn't hold up your weight anymore, and you loved every second of it. Being a brat had to be one of your specialities, or this was what you liked to tease with your boyfriends when you decided to act up.

The next several minutes passed peacefully, not wanting the realities of the school day to begin, but as a distant bell rang, indicating the start of class, the calmness was all but a distant memory. Sirius was the first to sit bolt upright, cursing loudly and stumbling from the bed.

"Shit, how did we sleep so long? We have McGonagall first as well! James get up!". The long-haired Marauder shoved James hard, stirring him from his deep sleep. You and Remus then moved as one, sitting up and attempting to get out of bed to get changed, which seemed to be a more straightforward attempt for Remus as you had to take a second for your eyes to adjust to the light, an uneasy pressure settling behind your eyes. Brushing it off simply sitting up too quickly, you climbed out of bed and tried to find your clothes haphazardly discarded across the dormitory last night.

For once, the boys had dressed before you were finished, but this was only due to the slight tremor in your fingers, making it difficult to button your shirt and tie the laces on your shoes. Two large hands stopped your attempts with your laces as Sirius helped you to finish the knot and then placed a tender kiss on your knee, "you need some sugar in your system; we'll try and sneak to the kitchens after Transfiguration for a late breakfast" he warmly stated, referring to your shaking hands. 

The four of you were nearly 15 minutes late to class, and Professor McGonagall was ready to take 10 points away from Gryffindor. Sitting next to Remus at the back of the class, you positioned the chair as close as possible to his as both of you pulled your quill and paper from your respective bags, preparing to take notes. Absentmindedly, Remus placed a hand against your thigh, the pressure comforting, but as you felt his warmth through his hand, you tried to shuffle closer, not realising just how chilly it was.

Both of you were deep into your work, something you were becoming increasingly more frustrated with as your hands wouldn't stop shaking, even after Remus had found you a chocolate bar at the bottom of his bag. The tension behind your eyes also wouldn't pass, affecting your concentration; you did not notice when McGonagall asked you a question until the hand on your thigh tightened, making you look up at the class now staring at you, waiting for your response.

"Achoo!" quickly, you covered your nose and mouth as you sneezed as quietly as you could, the action only causing a slight to occur in your ears. The symptoms were noticeably increasing, but you quickly brushed it off as being tired, needing a few more hours of sleep, and seeming like you hadn't been able to get much last night.

The day continued dragging slowly, not helping the matter at hand. Even after having a healthy portion of late breakfast in the kitchens with the boys, your body still felt no better. Remus had tried to ask if you were feeling okay, but you quickly told him you were tired, not wanting him to worry, before pulling him into a heated kiss behind a statue on the way to your next lesson.

This only meant that you were late to the next lesson, which caused more points to be taken away, which Remus wasn't pleased about, especially as you slyly smirked at him, ready to play along with mischief, especially if it ended the same way as the night before.

By lunchtime, however, your head had begun to throb, and the sneezes didn't seem to stop any time soon, which only caused you to feel even more drained of energy than you already did. Leaning heavily on your fist, you stared hopelessly at the food on the Gryffindor table, none looking appetising. You should have told the boys that you weren't feeling well, but as you looked up and saw just how excited James and Sirius were about the Quidditch match later, you didn't want to worry them, so you decided against it.

"Shall we meet outside the greenhouses before walking to the pitch later?" Remus asked between spoonfuls of soup. You responded by swallowing harshly, trying to ease the scratching sensation coating your throat.

"I have Divination next, so it'll take me a while to reach the pitch, so don't wait for me. I can meet you at our usual spot in the stadium, and hopefully, Sirius won't fall off his broom this time." " You teased, relieved that you had managed to sound somewhat normal.

Sirius stopped midsentence, turning to face you and with a slow gaze up and down your body, he smirked, "Oh, are we in one of those moods today? Was last night not enough for you to learn to stop with the sass?" his tone quieten towards the end of the sentence so only you could hear it.

Your face warmed at his words, and you decided to play along with them. "Maybe you didn't go hard enough last night. Didn't you say I wouldn't be able to walk for a week, and here I am, walking absolutely fine?".

It was all playful, and with the smirk spread across Sirius' face, you knew he loved it, and sometimes you really couldn't help with the bratty comments. It was a nice distraction from how you were feeling anyway, and as the bell rang for the start of the next class, you rushed to kiss the boys each on the cheek before greeting Marlene and walking up to Divination.

This was the beginning of your downfall. Professor Trewlany's room was thick with steam and heavy scents, increasing your headache from a slight pulse to a steady pounding behind the eyes; exhaustion soon took over your body so intensely that you couldn't keep your head up anymore.

"Are you ok?" Marlene whispered from where she sat next to you, worry thick in her tone.

Attempting to open your eyes, you gasped lightly as it only increased the pain, arms unwrapping from around your middle as you sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Not really, I feel awful". Marlene's hand shot into the air, not that you could see this, and she asked to take you to Madam Pomfrey as you weren't feeling well.

It took a while for the two of you to leave the room, Marlene's arm around your waist to help you from not stumbling, but the exhaustion was quickly taking over. "I think I just need to sleep it off. Give me an hour or two, and if I still feel awful, I'll go to Pomfrey before the match", you finally decided, not wanting to walk anymore and knowing you were closer to the dormitory than the hospital wing.

Marlene eventually agreed and assisted you to the Gryffindor common room, where you could stumble up the stairs, sneezing as you moved and clambered back into the large bed in the boys' dormitory. A small nap was all you needed, nothing more; you were sure the school bell would wake you up anyway.

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The sun had long since set behind the Scottish mountains before the excited crowd from the quidditch pitch began approaching the school, ready for something to eat after the thrilling match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

However, the three Marauders couldn't feel that same excitement as they met outside of the common room, frowns evident on each of their faces. "Are you sure she wasn't just sitting somewhere else?" Sirius asked as they hurried back up to the school, bypassing eager Gryffindors who congratulated Sirius and James for winning the match.

"I searched everywhere. I think I spent more time looking for her than I did watching you two play", Remus responded with an aggravated huff.

"Let's give her the benefit of the doubt; maybe she was kept behind in class." James tried to reason, but even he doubted this.

"She couldn't have because I saw Trewlany with the other Professors; you know why she's done this, Prongs? It's the cat and mouse game; she's done it before," Sirius referred to the time that you had hidden from them between classes to try and annoy them into finding you, only to discover that you were waiting for them naked in an empty classroom with a satisfied grin.

The trio rushed up the steps, cursing themselves for not bringing the Marauder's map with them, wanting to find you quickly so they could return to celebrating the win.

Remus was the first up the stairs leading to dorms, the door flying open, banging against the wall, only to reveal that you were back facing them with the quilt pulled up to your chin. The noise from the door disturbed your sleep, jumping and tried to glance around the room with eyes that were hardly open due to the pain you were experiencing.

"You were here the whole fucking time?" Sirius fumed, stepping into the room and around the bed, pulling back the quilt to reveal that you were still fully clothed, having only just made it into bed before collapsing. Groaning at the coolness that lay over your body from being uncovered, you attempted to turn into the pillow, but Sirius had tugged on your arm, so you remained on your back. "Wakey wakey, sweetheart, I'm talking to you."

Attempting once again to open your eyes, you could just make out the unimpressed expressions of your boyfriends as they stood around you. The headache caused a fog to drift across your thoughts, not realising that you'd missed the match and made them worry. All you could think about was how cold it was and the aches and pains flowing through your body that were still trembling. Opening your mouth, you tried to explain, but your throat felt so sore that all that came out was a weak sneeze.

You were vaguely aware of James muttering something before the bed dipped next to you, and two strong, slightly rough hands cupped your cheeks, "She's warm, I mean warmer than Moony usually is". Sirius and Remus swiftly placed their own hands on your face, feeling your fever for themselves.

"I'm cold", you just about whispered loudly enough for them to hear, worried that they would take away their warm hands from your face that you were eagerly trying to nuzzle into.

Remus dropped to his knees beside you beside the bed, "Sweetheart, open your eyes for me". Taking a deep, shaky breath, you did what was asked, squinting as waves of nausea tumbled through your stomach. His hand stroked behind your ear, a delicate touch compared to his emotions only a moment before. "What is it? What's wrong? Has someone hurt you?" he asked tentatively, eyes drifting down your body to see if anything was out of the ordinary to symbolise an attack or hex.

At first, you attempted to shake your head, but the movement only caused more pain than good, so you closed your eyes once more and softly muttered, "ill". Remus sighed, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it before standing, murmuring to the other boys before walking out of the Dorm.

While he was gone, Sirius and James helped you change into something more comfortable, but they lifted your body to remove your clothing and reclothe you as you had no energy to move. Finally, they helped you into the centre of the bed, Sirius sliding beneath you so that your head lay on his chest, his warmth instantly wrapping around you as James sat beside Sirius, combing a hand across your temple to try and ease the tension there.

Leaning forward to kiss your nose, James muttered, "You should have told us you weren't feeling well; we could have looked after you."

"Sorry," you whispered as you kept your eyes closed, letting out soft moans between sneezes as James' fingers massaged against a particularly lovely spot that relieved some pressure in your head. Drifting in and out of sleep, it wasn't long before Remus returned with a vial in his hand.

"I spoke to Madam Pomfrey, and she said quite a few people have been going to the hospital wing today with flu-like symptoms. It took some convincing as she did want her to go and stay in the hospital wing, but I said we could look after her tonight, and tomorrow we'll go first thing in the morning. Is that ok, love?" Nodding your head in response against Sirius' chest. "She also gave me this tonic, which will help you feel a little better and hopefully get some rested sleep without sneezing every few minutes".

In any other situation, you would have smiled at his calming tone, wishing to move closer to him, but instead, the boys had to help you sit up to drink from the vial. Flinching as the taste of pepper and grass coated your tongue and throat, you shivered as the tonic moved into your stomach, where the medicine's effects almost immediately eased the pressure in your head.

Shifting back onto Sirius' chest, you could feel the drowsy effects taking over, but it finally dawned on you that you'd missed the Quidditch match. "Who won the match?" you asked quietly but soon fell into a peaceful sleep before James could excitedly answer, "Obviously we did".

#poly!marauders #the marauders x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #dom marauders #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #hp #one shot #mine* #t fluff #sfw #t sir #t sub dom

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hello! Could you plz do where the Obey Me brothers react to their mate (MC) getting hurt and them getting protective over their mate? Its ok if no. :)

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mamm, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: fluff, violence, demons being demons, mates

A/N: Bet you thought I was never going to do this. Bet you forgot you even sent it. Well, the truth is I just got stuck and have been staring at the wip for way too long. 😔

Since you said mate, I am presuming something deeper than an s/o. Something deep and primal that tickles their instincts and base nature.

Lucifer

Politics are a nasty thing, especially between demons. The fact that Lucifer chose a human mate of all possible candidates made it even worse. You were already facing backlash simply being the exchange student from the human world, but now you were a giant target for the demons that hated Lucifer as well.

You can't go on social media without seeing hundreds of messages about your lowly human status, your weakness, how well you must have trained Lucifer, or comments about how easy it would be to break you in two. It's a minefield of harassment, the kind that Lucifer warns you not to look at. You keep doing it though. You really don't have a choice given how it's shoved in your face.

Eventually, he has enough and takes your phone to stop you from looking at the disgusting comments being flung at you. The pure hurt and agony in your face tells a story of just how terrible some of the comments are.

He will scoop you up into his arms and refuse to let you go as he sits you down in his lap. He will only ever be this openly soft and gentle with you, his mate. He will stroke your head and play an album to help you go to sleep. So many of his albums are cursed and this one is no exception. It puts you to sleep, finally able to take your mind off of all those terrible rumors and attacks.

While you sleep, he will have to look into who has been upsetting you so much. It may be time to remind the entire Devildom why he is the first lord and that attacking his mate is the same as attacking him; a mistake that will only be made once.

Mammon

Tripped going up the stairs? Broke your arm falling off your bike? Got a paper cut? You have a nasty black eye? It doesn't matter what the injury is, he will be there the moment you are even mildly hurt. He kisses each place that hurts with reverence, willing away the pain you may feel. His devotion to you is unwavering and complete.

No injury is too small for his undivided attention as he takes you into his arms and wraps you up like his most precious treasure. You are his mate, absolutely perfect. He would drop to his knees just to worship you the way he should.

In his care, you will never truly be hurt. He would never allow you to be.

Leviathan

Being a demon's mate is special. Their devotion belongs to you in its entirety the moment you become their mate, and Levi is no exception. He’s not usually outgoing, preferring to stay by himself with just you as company and making passive-aggressive comments about normies he doesn’t like, but when someone shoves you aside walking down the street? You’ve never seen Levi get so angry.

His hands are on the other person’s throat near instantly, the growl coming from his throat reminding you of the fearsome creature he really is. It’s so easy to forget because he’s usually on the more shy and quiet side, but he is the admiral of hell’s navy and that position comes with expectations.

No matter how you plead and beg for him to maintain his rationality, your words don’t reach him. His mate has been insulted and shoved aside like trash, and he can’t stand it. He is envy and want by his very nature, but he doesn’t have to want for you. You are already his, and that which is his should never be slighted. You’ve seen the passion with which he defends his fictional favorites, haven’t you? If the person that shoved you is lucky, they will know how hard it is to walk away when they have several broken bones. If they aren’t, well, death would be a mercy for them.

He expects praise after he’s defended you. He did good, right? You always seem to like the overly protective love interests in the anime you watch. Surely you can’t admire those traits more in a fictional man than you do your own mate, right? He’d hate to envy someone who isn’t real.

Satan

Ah! You’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt, haven’t you? It’s okay, he’ll take care of it. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do if you came to him with a scraped-up knee (or worse). Even the most major of injuries is treated with a straight face as he patches you up like all you did was stub your toe.

His wrath is for fools and those who do not deserve to exist. He hasn’t a spark in him directed at you or your own clumsiness. Although, he may find the exact piece of furniture you hurt yourself on and throw it into a woodchipper.

It doesn’t matter though. You are safe for now and you are his and he will keep you safe from even your own two left feet.

Asmodeus

Oh, darling… You should know better by now than to be so careless with who you speak to. Demons are nasty, double-speaking creatures that don’t concern themselves with who they hurt. You are his mate, though, and hurting you is unforgivable. People often forget that there are many types of lust in this world; the kind he has for you and the kind he has for those who make you cry.

He could take care of those wretches that upset you but making sure you are taken care of first is far more important. He settles you against him, your head leaning against his shoulder as he rubs your back and tells you to let it all out. There are many ways that you can be hurt, but he will not allow any of them. Sadness is not allowed to lay a single finger on you.

If you cannot be consoled, he will try to distract you instead. There are many ways to prove that there are better things to give your attention to. Him, for example. Why not let your mate take care of you? He certainly wouldn’t mind being the center of your focus for a while. At least until your woe subside.

Beelzebub

Loves you more than words could ever describe. That’s why it breaks his heart when you sit on the couch crying for something outside of anyone’s control. Your heart is aching over something you lost and can never get back. As your mate, he wants to stop you from hurting but he knows that there is nothing he can do.

He crawls up to you like the largest dog in the world and hovers over you unsure how to protect his mate from something he can’t see. Tragedy strikes all people in time – he’s been there himself – but he hates to watch you deal with it. If he could strangle the neck of misery for you, he would.

For now, though, the only thing he can do is be there for you; be there for his mate.

Belphegor

You have never been more terrified in your life. The way his eyes glow as he stares down at the demon harassing you, his lips pulling back so he can show off his fangs, the violent swishing of his tail… all of it makes even you shudder. The demon's claws dig into your wrist as they try to pull you closer, forcing you to act as a shield between Belphie and the other demon.

Such power struggles are commonplace in the Devildom, it just so happens that you got caught up in this one. Well, less caught up in and more taken as a hostage. It was a mistake that demon would only make once.

Their claws wander toward your throat, daring Belphie to do anything other than stand there. You feel them sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, drawing blood from the wound. Then their hands are off of you, pushed away by the sheer force of Belphegor smashing his own claws into the demon's face and sending them backward.

Belphie straddles the other demon's chest, those same claws tearing through their body without mercy for daring to touch you. There is no stopping him as he rips the demon limb from limb, his eyes crazed as he unleashes his full fury. All you can do is sit paralyzed as you watch blood and viscera fly across the room and coat his fingers.

Only once the other demon is long dead does he stop. His face turns toward you. He stands and closes the distance between you both, dropping to his knees before you once he is near and pulling you into his arms.

He's so grateful you aren't harmed. He wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to you especially because of him.

Just stay safe. Please.

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[denjiholic]

suck it and see || brat tamer/dom gojo x reader NSFW

✎ warnings/tags: NSFW, explicit content, blowjobs, riding, overstimulation, dom! gojo, brat tamer! gojo, doggy style, cumplay, praise kink, degradation, gagging, face fucking, rough sex, spanking, sub/dom

✎ pairing: gojo x fem reader

✎ summary: gojo fucks obedience into you

✎ word count: 2.8k

✎ a/n: i’m in dire need of mutuals so if u wanna be moots just head to my asks page and we can start chatting! also sorry if some of you have seen me post this already, i was having a glitch with my tumblr the first time it uploaded, so i had to repost :)

“are you finally going to listen to me, princess?”

you glare up at the white haired man from your kneeling position on the floor. his erect cock nears your lips and you can feel the sting of pain on your cheek from an earlier slap.

“i thought i told you to open that pretty mouth of yours, and suck my dick”

you smirk, “don’t wanna.”

his eyebrow raises slightly as he asks, “is that so?”

palm suddenly brought harshly to your face, another disciplinary strike catches you off guard.

“don’t get coy with me now”

“you don’t get to tell me what to do”, you spit.

“oh really? seems like someone’s in a mood today..” he grins, “guess i’ll just have to fuck that bad attitude right out of you.”

his long fingers trail your face, before parting your lips.  

“open”

reluctantly, you allow him to push three fingers into your mouth. they reach the back of your throat with ease, making you flinch slightly, but you stay determined not to let him have the satisfaction of seeing you gag. once he’s gathered enough saliva, he pulls his fingers out. spreading the wetness from his hand to the wetness of his exposed cock, he slowly strokes himself.

satisfied with the mixing of his precum and your spit, his hand suddenly pushes down your head. your face is close enough to where he can feel your exhales fan out onto the underside of his length.

you knew satoru was a determined man. if he wanted something, he got it, even if it was by force. he was so fucking full of himself. expecting the world and every partner of his to bow down to him. that was one of the things that kept gojo on his toes with you. getting you to follow his sexual orders proved to be a challenge. but in the end, he always got his way. his belief was that compliance could be fucked into you. it always played out to him leaving you a crying and overstimulated mess, your body adorned with marks of punishment.

“c’mon now, princess...”

you reluctantly put your hand on his dick, slowly pumping him, before you finally wrap your lips around his head. lapping up the taste of his precum, you use your tongue to play with his tip and take him into your mouth.

“oi, whore”

you look up at him to meet his annoyed gaze.

“no hands,” he says. “it’s cheating”

so bossy.

rolling your eyes, you remove your hand from his shaft and continue to suck at him. he guides your head with his hand, keeping himself in control of your speed as you bob on his cock.

gojo groans as he continuously shoves into you, searching for release. every noise of discomfort or protest you make sends pleasurable vibrations down his cock, driving him closer to climax.

gripping your head tightly, he pushes you down with force, encouraging you to not hold back. you suck at him hard, relying on your throat, lips, and tongue, to do all the work, as he’d prohibited the use of hands. when he starts to push you down with more aggression and you hear the hitch of his breath, you know he’s close.

he pants and curses when he finally reaches his orgasm, sending ropes of white onto your tongue. after taking a moment to breathe through the sensation, he looks down at you, your mouth full of his cum and your eager thighs clenching.

“look at you. my little cumslut. i suppose i’ll have to reward you for doing such a good job taking me in that pretty mouth.”

you’re about to swallow and retort, when he stops you.

“not yet.”

strong arms abruptly lifting you to join him on the bed, he places you down on your back. while you lie on the sheets, he makes his way in between your thighs. mouth still full, you squirm in protest as he starts to slide your panties to the side of your leg, making room for his fingers. two of them slip into your heat, curling up to reach your sensitive spot as he pumps in and out.

while he teases your hole, his warm tongue begins to stroke your clit, making you whine through closed lips at the sudden sensation. you can practically feel his smug smile against your flesh as he listens to the satisfied sounds you make. your muffled moans only encourage him to suck on you harder, each whine that escapes you, making his cock throb in anticipation. fingers gripping his hair, you whimper as your stomach starts to pool with pleasure. unable to control the feeling, your thighs begin to instinctively clench. at this action he pauses his work, using both hands to push your legs apart.

he shakes his head and smiles, “keep them open please, it’s gonna be a lot harder for me if they’re closed.”

after he’s sure you understand his orders, he settles back into his position in between your legs, slipping his fingers back into you. whining as you feel him inside you again, he starts to work you again towards finishing. he puts his mouth back on your clit, this time sucking with fervor.

feeling you approach orgasm he hums, “don’t spill.”

it takes all your effort not to swallow as you climax onto his awaiting fingers. as you let the pleasure run through you, the sounds of gojo lapping up your wet pussy is all you can hear.

once he’s done cleaning your folds up with his tongue, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He takes a moment to admire how lewd you look, splayed out on bed. legs opened and exposed, your chest heaves with each breath as he watches you slowly come down from your high.

“if you followed what I said, you can swallow now. ”

you sit up and smirk at him, before blatantly disobeying his command. opening your mouth to make an obscene expression, you stick out your tongue, holding eye contact with him as the strings of cum and saliva drip down onto the bed.

god, you looked fucking filthy.

ignoring the rush of blood to his cock at your vulgarness, he raises his eyebrow, “Being a brat now hmm?” swallowing the remainder of what lies on your tongue, you shake your head at him.

“playing dumb?”

you shake your head once more.

“you know what happens to little sluts like you, right?” leaning closer he whispers, “they get fucking punished for not following orders. you wouldn’t want that now would you?” you flinch as one of his hands strikes your ass, omitting the harsh sound of skin on skin.

“get on top of me and ride my dick until your legs don’t work anymore”

“you’re such an asshole”

“you love it”

the truth was, you did actually love it. something about being told what to do so aggressively, left your legs squeezing together in anticipation. but resisting satoru was the fun part. watching him get pissed off when you talk back, was what really sent you over the edge. he wasn’t used to that kind of sexual disobedience. but god if he didn’t enjoy it. you were far more entertaining than any other submissive partner he’d had. watching your pretty face as you cum for him over and over again, felt rewarding as hell.

he lies lazily down on the bed, gesturing for you to follow his commands and take your rightful place on top of him. gojo had no problem doing the work when it came to sex, but he more than enjoyed watching you use his body and take over a little bit. he purposefully teases your entrance with his tip, making you let out a quiet whine. “squirming already?”, he laughs. “i’m not even all the way in yet.” he slowly and carefully lowers you onto his cock, muttering “deeper”, until he’s fully bottomed out inside you.

looking down at him you can see his smug expression. hands beginning to work your hips up and down on his cock, he grins, “you going to just sit on it looking dumb, or are you gonna move?”

you pull his hands off you, snapping, “i can do it myself.”

“that’s my girl”

placing your hands onto his torso and back, you start to grind onto him, moving your hips with ease. working your way up and down his length, you set a slow pace. ignoring your previous denial, he rests his hands on the globes of your ass, lightly spanking it occasionally as he admires each bounce it makes on his dick.

this time, you slap his palms away, huffing, “i told you i don’t need your help.”

his eyebrow raises.

“so fiesty..”

following your instruction, he moves your hands to cup your breasts and stroke your stomach. he smiles at the way your tits move in his hands as you bounce on his cock in tandem. the friction and constant stimulation of your g - spot has started to get your mind feeling foggy with pleasure. you can tell gojo is enjoying himself too, his chest heaving as he watches you at work.

he looks up at you with a dazed smirk, and you decide he can’t have all the fun. you dig your nails into the skin of his chest, lightly clawing at him. he grunts at the sudden pain, noticing your attempt at humbling him. keeping eye contact as he starts to thrust his hips up into you, he’s filled with determination. you gasp and dig your nails deeper into his flesh, starting to squirm on his cock as the warmth builds in your stomach. letting out moans, you let himself buck into your heat, approaching your orgasm. his body so numb with his own pleasure, your nails raking across his exposed skin feels like a dull pain.

“fuck”, he groans. feeling his climax coming, along with your own, he reaches his hand up to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides for support. at the bliss of your air being restricted and his dick filling you up so good, you cum hard onto him. breathing labored, you gasp and moan. upon watching your face contort into one of pure pleasure, gojo feels himself finally release inside you, his hands never leaving your throat.

after breathing the small amounts of air you can get through his tight fingers, you look down at him. his expression is one of smugness with a hint of annoyance. his bare chest heaves with each breath. upon noticing your staring he says,“i’m bored.”

you sigh. “and what do you expect me to do about that?”

he grins, “get on all fours.”

“what am i, a fucking animal?”

“just do it.”

reluctantly, you climb off of him. getting on your hands and knees on the bed, you stick your hips in the air in front of him. before getting to his knees behind you he admires the look of your ass in front of him, his seed leaking from your entrance.

after giving his cock a few pumps, he slowly enters you once again. you gasp and grip the bed sheets as he starts to thrust in and out. the sounds of his skin on yours fill the room. he holds onto your hips as a sort of handle to control himself.

“you feel so good”

you moan in response, unable to form words. if you could swallow your pride you’d cry out for him until your throat was hoarse, begging for him to stop, yet also begging for him to keep going. you’d already crossed the threshold into overstimulation, body aching from your last couple orgasms.

all you can do is mewl his name as he continues thrusting into you.

“gojo enough-”, you choke out.

“we’re done when i say we’re done”

at your failed plea he pushes deeper into you, his grip tightening on your sides. he then reaches two fingers into your mouth, an attempt at shutting you up. you suck on them and fight the urge to whimper as he gags you.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum again”, he pants.

you tighten around him, unable to count the amount of times you'd already orgasmed. he was just too fucking good.

he grips your hips with force, giving you a hint of pain mixed in with your pleasure, as he releases inside you once again. as he chases the feeling, his thrusts get sloppier and slower until he’s fully pulled out from inside you.

hips still arched and ass exposed, you’re quite the sight.

“god, i wish you could see how much of a fucking slut you look like right now”, he whispers.

taking a second to catch your breath, you pay him no attention. after a moment, he gets an idea. removing his fingers from your mouth he taps your shoulder.

“get up, i’m not finished with you”

your brow furrows, “am i just some cum dump to you?”

he sighs, then lifts you up bridal style. you kick your legs in a failed protest.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

he looks at you, face stretched in a grin. “to answer your previous question, yes, you are.” you're about to retort, when he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. the sudden act of affection silences you and you let him take you in his sturdy arms. taking a few steps from the bed, he navigates his way around the bedroom until he’s settled in front of the tall mirror that rests on one of the walls.

placing you down on the rug, you look up at him with confusion. there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes you nervous, yet at the same time makes you want him more. he joins you on the floor, beginning to move your limbs until you’re on all fours again. adjusting your figure to how he sees fit, he treats your body as if he owns it. all the while you let him, giving into temptation and the intense want you have for him to be inside you again.

once he’s satisfied with your position, he pulls your head back until your neck is resting on his chest. he leans in close to your ear and says, “look.”

“what?”

“look at yourself.”

your eyes glance to the mirror in front of you, settling on your disheveled reflection. skin flushed with various marks, courtesy of the white haired man’s lips and teeth, you really do look like a mess. you watch your mouth fall open as his tip brushes your entrance.

his fingers grip your face and neck, forcing you to face the mirror.

through the glass you can see him grin as he whispers, “i want you to fucking look at yourself while you’re taking it. look at your slutty reflection and see that you’re nothing more than a slave to my cock.”

with that, he moves a hand to your hip and slips himself inside you.

“fuck, after all this time you still feel so good”

the praise makes you twitch, and you move yourself against his length. head still forced to see your reflection, you watch both of your faces turn into satisfied expressions of pleasure as he begins thrusting. he’s rough with you like always, never letting you get the chance to catch your breath or feel anything less than pure fulfillment. his skin on yours feels so good, and every noise he makes only turns you on more.

spanking your ass lightly while he moves, he winks at you through the mirror.

smug bastard.

as he starts to thrust deeper, you grip the mirror to stabilize yourself. exhales fogging the glass, you hold on to the frame as bucks into you.

“god, fuck, gojo”, you moan.

he laughs slightly, amused and proud at how close you are to orgasm. looking at him in the mirror he seems almost too perfect. with his white hair tousled, and skin gleaming with sweat, he looks almost ethereal. catching on to your staring, he fucks you with more force, carefully watching your face as you see stars. in no time, you reach climax, your body and mind going into overdrive with harsh waves of pleasure.

“shit, you look so-”

his voice suddenly fails him as he meets his own orgasm. coming inside you, he continues his thrusts until it feels like his body can’t feel anymore, his groans of satisfaction meeting your ears. once you’re both finished, all that's left is exhaustion and fading warmth in your stomach.

after catching his breath, gojo kisses up your back and shoulders, keeping his body close to yours. he hums contentedly as he does so, and you can feel the small smile on his lips. finally pulling out of you, he sighs.

“it’s time to get you cleaned up, princess”

you scoff at his proposal at aftercare, something he didn’t usually try very hard at.

“since when have you ever given a shit?”

“shut up, i’m the epitome of a gentleman.”

with that, he gets up, taking you in his arms. reluctantly, you grumble, “what’s with all this picking me up? you’re acting like we’re a newlywed couple.”

he laughs, bringing you to the bathroom.

“in your fucking dreams.”

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#250

This is a direct follow up to Story #214

“C’mon in. You’re in the right room…. So you are Matt, the little fag stepson of Mitch?... Is he doing his logs?... Figured he was. That’ll give us some time. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dirk, but you will address me as ‘Dad’. Close the door and get over here. Now strip. I said strip…. Faggot, your stepdad gave you to me. You and I are going to be sharing some tight quarters in the near future. I am going to be fucking your mouth and ass several times a day. So you can drop any pretense of modesty....

"I want to see my new toys. So strip, but take it slowly. I want you to perform for your new papa. Oh yeah just like that. Mitch and I go way back. We used to tag team faggots across the country. He told me that you were my type, and fuck he was right. Nice chest. Naturally hairless. Good. Those nipples aren’t perky. I have a thing for nipples. Here, don’t fucking move. You will find out that I love making a faggot scream from working its nips into a scabby mess. Scream shithead, I don’t care who in this motel can hear.

“See! I’m going to have fun working these babies over. I like my fags to have bitch tits. It always gets my cock hard. Now on the other side, having my nipples played with is what sends me over the edge. Go ahead and reach down. But barely touch them. Rub your fingertips around, softly… like that. That’s how I expect you to play with mine. I like to brutalize a fag’s while he’s being as gentle as possible with mine.

“I see you looking at my belly. Go ahead, rub it. It’s big. It’s a man’s belly, a real man’s belly. I’m 6’3” and 300 pounds, and I love to lie on top of and crush the cunt under me as I fuck. Go ahead and feel my bulge. It’s huge, even for a guy my size.

“Your stepdad’s dick is thicker if I remember right. Oh fuck, when we would tag team a faggot, we loved watching the fag go from salivating over our gigantic cocks to terror in realizing that they are going into holes. Once we saw that, we put our aggression into overdrive. Many times, the faggot wound up with our cocks in his cunt,… at the same time. Fuck the number of cunts we destroyed. Those were the days.

“Speaking of cunts, turn yours to me, and slowly drop those shorts….

“Fuck, that is one nice boy ass. I’m gonna look forward to breeding it several times a day. Bend forward a little bit. I wanna see my new cunt. That’s fucking beautiful. Make it wink. Fuck yeah. One thing I love doing, is shoving a finger in there whenever the thought crosses my mind. Like now. Yeah, I know it’s dry, but that will be your job going forward to keep my new hole lubed. Nice, lubed, and tight. I’m going to give you some training to keep it tight.

“Here clean off my finger. No, no, don’t bring my hand up to your mouth; get on your knees. You might as well get used to being in that position. You certainly are going to town on my finger. And remember anything the comes out of your cunt goes into your mouth for cleaning, my finger, a man’s cock, a dildo, whatever. It’s up to you to keep your cunt clean and ready to be used at a moment’s notice, whether by me or by a dozen drivers.

“You are going to be the life of parties I will be bringing you to. Oh yeah, I love to bring a fag to one of our driver fuck parties. I know where the wild stops are. Some are in rest areas or vista points, some are in a truck stop shower room or a video room. There’s even one in the back lounge of a mechanic’s shop. That one gets real nasty—piss and all. They love having drivers bringing urinal fags for the guys to share.

“So! Your step-dad tells me that you are into piss. I mean really into piss. He told me that you soaked up his piss puddle behind his semi with a paper towel. Did you really do that?... You are a fucking pig. I love it. Well, so am I. In fact, I brought my piss bottle from the semi into the room. That’s it right over there. Go over and get it. And bring me that small velvet bag next to it.

“Any faggot cunt bitch or whatever that rides in my truck with me for any length of time is required to be a pig, a nasty pig. That includes drinking my piss. Here’s your first test. Drink it all down. Do it. Don’t hesitate. Fuck yeah. That’s it. Fucking-A! I got me a urinal, a true fag urinal. Whenever possible, you will be required to drink all my piss. I won’t use piss bottles anymore. You will become my piss bottle. I piss a lot, and you will drink it all. And you will fill up the bottles with your own piss to douche with later.

“Now piss drinking is just the beginning. I like my cab to smell like a locker room of a football team. I do own it after all. It used to drive your stepdad crazy when we would team drive. I sweat a lot. I smoke my pipe. I fart. My cab is always reeking of some smell.

“You can probably smell me now. Here bend over and stick your face in my pit. Inhale deeply. No, no, no, don’t lick. I don’t want your tongue to contaminate my smell. Rub your face in there. You get to smell that for hours. I swear it’s better than poppers.

“You will give me a tongue bath daily, but you will leave my pits alone. That will include daily foot worship, essentially a pedicure from your mouth. You will lick my sweaty hairy back, my sweaty hairy chest, and—most importantly—my sweaty hairy ass.

“Your tongue is going to be buried in my shithole for hours at a time. I always have a rimseat in my cab ready to go. In fact, I brought it in; it’s right over there. You ever eat a man’s shithole?...

“Kid, I swear, one day you are going to fill me in on how an 18-year-old is experienced in being a total pig. Seriously.

“…I’m not talking about licking an asshole but eating a shithole. You know, sticking your tongue inside a barely wiped ass….

“…Wait hold up. Pull out of my pit and stand up. Fuck boy! Here I am describing you being my piss-drinking tongue-bathing shit wipe and I feel your pecker, your rock-hard pecker on my arm. You are turned on to this, really turned on! Fuck yeah!

“That velvet bag holds a cock cage. It will go on eventually, probably later when we hit the road. Until then, while yours is free, for now, don’t you dare fucking play with it. My cock is the only cock that matters. And when Mitch shows up, his will too.

“When your stepdad called me to tell me that his stepson was being thrown out of the house for being a sperm burper, and that he was offering him to me, I initially didn’t get it. I know your mom. She’s a total cunt, and I can see her saying that her religion is kicking you out. I was asking him why was he passing you over to me? Then he told me about your browser history. Then it all made sense.

“He also told me that you are a good kid, but you really needed a dad. Knowing Mitch the way I do, he probably wasn’t a good substitute for one. He probably would have been a good one if he wasn’t fucking you mama.

"I’ve been looking for a fag son for a while. The road can be very lonely. Sometimes that is a blessing and other times a curse. Kid, if you work out, I can easily see us being together for a long time. I can even train you how to become a driver. If we team up, fuck, we can make some serious bank.

“But first, I have to determine if you work out. That’s no easy task. You drank my piss, which is a good start. Now it’s time for you to eat my shithole. Go over there and lay under the rim seat. Make sure your feet point towards the door. Mitch just shot a text to me. He will be done with his paperwork soon, and I want him to walk in on his stepson cleaning out my shithole. Move over a little bit. There. And the seat goes nicely over your toilet face. Most of the time, you will lie behind me, as I love my big balls resting on a cunt’s forehead. But for today, this will be different.

“Faggot, you are going to be spending a lot of time under that seat just waiting. In the semi, you will be installed under it between the two seats near my gear shift. You will watch me driving. You will yearn for me to stick my piss funnel in your mouth and relieve myself while driving. Or, you will salivate when we come to a stop and I move my ass from the driver’s seat to sit down on your face.

“It is important that you appreciate where you are and what you are. Viewing your world from under a rim seat should tell you that you are a service tool. Look up now. Look through that toilet seat at the man who owns you. Look at my large cock ready to split you open. Look at my large balls ready rest on your chin. Look at my beefy ass. See my shithole? That’s the shithole of a hard-working man. Your mouth will be kissing the hole that a man shits out of. Never forget that. No matter how rank it is, that is your job. As disgusting as it may be at time, know this. You are doing something to for me at the expense of your comfort. You will not only clean me up, but you will be giving me pleasure. That is your focus. That is your end result. Hearing me moan with your tongue buried deep should overshadow any foul smell or taste.

“The more you give up of your selfish needs to me the more you will feel complete. When you look up at the man through a rimseat, that is your focus. You will not need for anything else. I will look after you. I will protect you. I may whore you out to dozens of other drivers, but at the end, you are going to be my whore, my toilet, my fag, my son. Get ready to tongue fuck my shithole.

“Rank isn’t it? I haven’t had a shower in three days. Get in… Oh fuck. Oh fuck your tongue feels good. You are a fucking natural. It’s right where it belongs. This is the reason why you are here. This is your primary purpose for living. Fuck yeah boy! Oh man. Fuck!

“I see your stepdad climbing from his cab and on his way over here. Keep tonguing my shithole until I tell you otherwise. Lift your legs and let me hold on to your ankles. I also want him to walk in and see your cunt on display, or I should say MY cunt. That hole is going to get a serious workout tonight. I think sometime tonight we’ll try to get both our cocks in there. You’ll scream, but you’ll love it.

“Mitch! Good to see you. I think you know my piss-drinking ass-eating toilet faggot cunt….”

[astrohnova]

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ransom hugh drysdale thrombey x latina!camgirl!reader

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

I’m new at writing so if I should add more tags let me know. Also, english is not my first language so it might be a little weirdly worded so just let me know and i’ll change whatever’s wrong. I’m sorry

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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

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[mashep23]

Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: +1.5K

Warnings: Nat being ridiculously confident and flirtatious? I think that deserves a warning. This is just pure self-indulgent fluff.

Summary: Stuck in a traffic jam, another commuter requests that you turn your music up

Inspired by this meet-cute prompt:

We are caught in an extreme traffic jam and have been sitting next to each other, parked, for the last five minutes. Your radio is playing my absolute favorite song so I ask you to turn it up. We spend the rest of the slow traffic aggressively singing along to the music at each other.

Prompt list found here

A/N: I tweaked the prompt just a little, hope it's still enjoyable. This was so much fun to write!

Thank you to @river-soul for her incredible beta skills and endless patience 😭❤️ and @whisperlullaby for workshopping with me 💗

Disclaimer: gif not mine

It's a decently warm day, sunny and clear, and the azure blue sky is dotted sparsely with clouds. A breeze blows through the car windows, playing with the feathers on your dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror while you're stuck in traffic. You had been creeping along for the better part of 20 minutes, but you've been at a standstill now for almost five.

Typically one to drive home in silence to decompress, today the stillness and lack of road noise makes you want to turn on some music instead. Since nothing playing on the local stations feels right, you sync your car Bluetooth with your phone and scroll through your music streaming apps. A playlist you made simply entitled "Happy" seems to fit your mood and the gorgeous weather so you press Shuffle All and settle back in your seat.

The soothing, light-hearted Put Your Records On filters through the speakers and you can't help the smile that curves your lips as you close your eyes. Propping your arm on the window, head on your hand, you bask in the sun's warmth. You periodically crack open an eye to check on the car in front of you but there's no change. Everyone on the road has parked and resigned themselves to the long wait.

Your playlist contains a wide variety of genres, cherry-picked songs that unfailingly lift your mood. They're radio hits, usually well-known songs, and easy to sing along with. You happily bop your way through your playlist, getting a little more energetic, singing along to each song.

Walking on Sunshine just finishes and the next song is cueing when you hear a sweet voice ask lowly, "Do you mind turning it up a little?" You grin and twist the volume knob so I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) plays louder before looking to the eavesdropper that's enjoying your tunes.

Holy shit. How did you not notice the car next to you? There is no way they were there the whole time. They're all beautiful. Two men, two women - blondie is driving, two brunettes are in the back seat, and a redhead is in the passenger seat. She was the one that spoke and she grins gratefully, leaning closer, head tilted out the window. You turn it up a little more as she starts singing along.

You grin widely and start singing with her. Her companions in the car laugh and join in good naturedly, cheering as the two of you belt the call-and-answer part of the song.

When the song ends, you're both breathlessly laughing, smiles wide. You turn your stereo volume down even as the next song starts to play and stretch out for a high five. She gives your hand a satisfying slap as she laughs joyfully.

"That was so fun! Thank you so much, I love that song."

"I do too! You're a great partner! And the back-ups were awesome!" You playfully finger-gun point at the driver and backseat passengers. They cheerfully laugh and thank you. You don't remember the last time you smiled this hard.

"I'm glad you didn't mind - I could barely hear it. I had Steve try to get closer but that didn't really help much, so I just decided to ask you." She gives you a sheepish but pleased smile and you return it.

"Oh no I don't mind! I haven't had this much fun in ages!" You can't seem to stop smiling but maybe it's okay because she's smiling at you, too.

"I'm Nat," she says suddenly, and you don't hesitate to tell her your name. She repeats it quietly, still smiling softly at you.

There's a stretch of silence, you're both just looking at each other and one of her friends clear their throat, causing you both to blink. You think maybe you should be embarrassed but she doesn't appear fazed in the slightest.

"In the spirit of introductions, hello beautiful. I'm Sam." The male brunette sitting behind Nat says smoothly after his light cough. "This is Wanda, up there is Steve." He gestures to the woman beside him and to the driver, respectively.

Your gaze never leaves Nat. You can't tear your eyes from her even as Sam speaks, catching the quick tightness around the edges of her mouth before it relaxes again as you smile and respond to her rather than Sam.

"It's nice to meet you," you say sincerely to Nat. Her answering pleased expression as she returns the sentiment warms you. A pleasant tightness fills your chest as her lips quirk at something Sam mutters under his breath. The woman next to him, Wanda, laughs quietly.

"So, you know, we're gonna be here for a while. Let's see what else you got to listen to." Nat grins expectantly at you with a raised brow and you mirror her expression as you turn the knob.

You're pretty sure you've found your soulmate when her eyes spark in delight and she belts along effortlessly to Sweet Caroline, arms spreading dramatically as she almost nails the driver, Steve, in his face with the back of her hand. Sam and Wanda cackle as he shoves her arm away in mock affront and she sticks her tongue out at him.

You can't help but laugh at their antics, watching her perform, directing her friends' involvement ("bah, bah, bahh") before she turns to you ("so good, so good, so good!"). This is quickly becoming one of the best times you've ever had.

The song continues, both of you sharing the lead, absolutely ridiculous and uncaring of the scene you're making. If anyone in the surrounding cars felt disgruntled at the impromptu concert, you'd never know it. The girl in the car next to you has your undivided attention.

You're not sure how long it's been, how many songs you've played and sang along to, but after a while, traffic slowly creeps to life. Steve taps Nat on the arm during a lull between songs and you lower the volume as she turns to him. He gestures at the line of cars ahead, the ones directly in front still unmoving but in the distance you see brake lights releasing, vehicles rolling forward.

She turns back to you, chewing the inside of her lip as she looks at you thoughtfully. She seems to make a decision and reaches her hand out to you.

"Here, let me see your phone real quick." She makes a single gimme motion, fingers flicking closed then open as you hand the device over. Your lips spread into a wide smile at the triumphant look that crosses her face.

She beams at you before dropping her gaze to the phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. You hear an unfamiliar notification tone and she pulls a phone from her lap, holding it up to show you.

"I text myself from your phone. Now we have each other's numbers. I wanna be able to call you later." She's unabashedly smug as she hands your phone back and you wonder if your face shows just how pleased you are.

You look down at the message thread she left open for you, the unsaved number displayed at the top.

"Traffic Jam Hottie 😍"

The single line of text and emoji sent from your phone to the number makes you bite your lip and shyly cover your smile with your fingertips. You look at her with raised eyebrows and she correctly interprets your unasked question and shrugs.

"That's your contact name. I'll probably never change it, not even after we get married."

It's sly and nonchalant, how she slips that in there, smooth as you please. Your jaw drops and her friends all seem to choke on air but her gaze, locked on you, is unwavering. The flirtatious expression on her face is simultaneously sincere and mischievous as she watches for your reaction.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, your chest feels tight and pleasantly warm. Your smile stretches so wide your cheeks hurt as she winks and you're so giddy, you don't care how eager you look in this moment.

You quickly save her contact information and smirk, wiggling your phone at her.

"I'd hope not. I think having matching contact info is pretty cute and kinda romantic. A fun story for the wedding toasts." You grin cheekily.

Her expression shifts, full of mischief, a quirk of her eyebrow that makes your breath hitch and sets your heart racing as her friends whoop with glee at your banter. Her lips spread in a sly smile and you can't help but return it. You're positive you've never smiled this much in your life.

Too soon, the gridlock lets up and you both start moving with traffic. The cars in front of you begin to roll, the lane speeds varying enough to cause you to separate. She's still grinning at you as they get further ahead. You can faintly hear their teasing and you catch a glimpse of her profile, smiling and laughing, before she's no longer visible.

They take an exit as you continue on and you barely have a moment to mourn that they're out of view before your phone vibrates in your lap. Picking it up, you grin madly at the screen, the contact "Traffic Jam Hottie 😍" scrolling across the top.

Accepting the call, you hear it connect through you car speakers, her friends still audible in the background. Your heart stutters when she purrs her greeting.

"Hey hottie."

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