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mochie85 · 10 months

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Laced Intentions

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Summary: You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: SoftDom!Loki, jealous Loki, hand works, slight degradation, rough seggs, lots of thrusting, fluff, happy ending (as always). A/N: Thor, Steve, and Bucky make a brief appearance. This fic was inspired by a TikTok I saw by Delacruz Collections. Check out their store. Or their TikTok. GIF of the actual set after fic. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

You needed to hurry. Loki had texted you saying he would be home soon, and you had to finish getting all the little straps tightened and make sure that everything was secured. Tonight was going to be the night.

You and Loki had just started this relationship and have yet to do anything more than heavy petting and heated make-out sessions. You knew it was because he was cautious around you. He was scared that he didn’t know his own strength. He could get lost in the moment and unknowingly hurt you.

You told him that it was ok. You trusted him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Even so, you wouldn’t mind it being a little rough. Especially if he was the one commanding you and your body. But he wouldn’t relent.

You’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way his eyes devour every inch of your body. Licking his lips and rubbing his neck. You knew he ached for you. Just as much as you craved him.

He said so himself one night, as you straddled his lean frame and pushed him down on your bed. You had his hard dick in your hand, stroking him up and down, as you rubbed it against your needy clit. The pulsing veins on his hard cock kissing your wet lips, tantalizing your release. “…f-fuck…don’t stop, pet,” he panted. His eyes rolled back as his head sunk further into the pillow.

“Baby…I need you inside me,” you whimpered as you continued to stroke him closer and closer to his release.

“Oh, gods! I want nothing more than to be inside you,” he said, his eyes closed from the exquisite torture you were giving him. He didn’t see you line yourself up over him. His leaking tip, red from need, eagerly crying to be inside you.

But Loki was quick. In an instant, he pinned you down on the bed before you could sink yourself onto his throbbing length. Both of your hands were suspended above your head in one of his strong grips. He continued to grind himself against you, making you cry out his name.

“Ah, ah, ah. Naughty little thing. I told you we can’t.”

“But you said-” he kissed you fiercely, making you forget the rest of your words as he expertly made you cum from his grinding alone.

You sighed at the memory. Loki is such a passionate lover hiding underneath false notions of your fragility. You rolled your eyes at your many attempts to seduce him and convince him that you are not as fragile as he thinks you are. You can take whatever he wants to give you. And God did you wish he would give it all to you!

So when you first saw this lingerie masterpiece of sex and eroticism, you were left speechless. You clenched your thighs just imagining what Loki would do to you when he saw you in it. Green satin straps and ribbons were constructed and held together by gold hooks and clasps. The garter and cuffs were attached by a dainty gold chain, leading back to a central choker on your neck. Each strand was decorated with small baubles of crystal that sparkled under the light, connecting all the pieces to you. You only hoped that the links would survive his rough hands. It was rather pretty and you’d hate to see it broken.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before you heard the latch of the front door. He was finally home! You put on your silk robe, leaving it untied so he can see a peek of what was underneath, and you walked out of your bedroom.

The clack of your heels echoed in the hallway, announcing your arrival. The first person you spotted was Loki. His eyes met yours and then traveled down your body in the most ravenous way possible. The beer he was about to put against his lips, forgotten. As were the words in his mouth. You stood at the threshold, surprised to see that Loki wasn’t alone. It was only now you registered the other voices and laughter you heard only seconds too late.

The room went quiet as you noted the other people in the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and Thor, each with their own pizza box in front of them, had gone quiet. Watching you in shock. You were thankful you had put on your robe, at least, even though it was still open. Everyone could see what you were wearing underneath.

Oh fuck, you thought. Well, there’s no point hiding now. Smiling with fake bravado, you greeted Loki home. “Welcome home, handsome,” you said giving Loki a chaste kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know we were having company over. I’ll go change.” You smiled and turned to walk away.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Gentlemen,” you smiled and nodded.

“Bye Y/N.” The trio said in unison as you walked back into the bedroom to change.

Brief silence overtook the room as the men’s eyes darted between a stunned Loki and where you escaped to. “Listen, if you don’t go in there right now…” Steve pointed to your bedroom. “I will personally take Bucky’s arm off and beat you with it!” Steve threatened.

“Or, you know…I could go in there.” Bucky offered, earning a snarl from Loki’s lips.

“Leave! Now!” Loki ordered.

“Right. See ya tomorrow,” Steve said with a casual salute.

“Pfft! Knowing my brother, he will most likely take all night, and all day tomorrow too.” Thor laughed as he gathered his pizza box and a six-pack of beer.

Bucky just laughed, punching Loki in the shoulder. “Let’s go to Sam’s. That guy doesn’t have a sex life.” He said to the others.

Loki stood there, still trying to process what he saw, as each man clapped his shoulder in parting. The creak and latch of the front door closing brought Loki back to his present mind.

He stalked down the hallway, following the subtle hint of your perfume. He inhaled deeply, your scent driving him mad.

The first thing he saw when he opened the bedroom door was your robe, discarded on the bed. He followed your gentle humming into the closet where you stood looking through your sundresses. Loki quietly walked in, blocking your escape. He noted your skin, radiant and perfect, complimenting the shiny satin of the straps holding you together. Loki’s eyes followed the gold chain that dripped from your neck down to the garters and matching cuffs they hooked onto.

“That was quite a show parading into the room like that,” he said in your ear. His whispered breath tickled you, making you shiver.

“I didn’t know we would have company. Let me just pick a dress and I’ll join you shortly.”

“Will you continue to wear this underneath?” he teased, knowing full well that everyone had already left. His breath fanned the side of your face. His fingers ghosted over the ribbons, tracing them down your hips.

You craved his touch, patiently waiting for him to connect to your body. “Touch me, please” you prayed.

“Oh, and why should I give in to your requests, kitten? You’ve been awfully naughty.” His hands continued to eclipse your body. You could feel the heat from his palms traveling up and down, tracing the many straps and where they lead to. You closed your eyes at the sensation. The anticipation. Loki was a master at building you up.

“I…I didn’t know…this was only meant for you,” you whined.

“I think you did know,” Loki scoffed. “I think you wanted to make me jealous.” His voice got deeper. More dangerous. “So jealous that I would have to claim you. Is that what you want, darling? For me to claim you in front of the others? So desperate to have my cock inside you that you would parade yourself in this seductive little number so that I might take action. You should’ve seen the way Barnes was looking at you.”

“Loki, I-”

“Hands up.” He commanded and you obeyed quickly, holding on to the bar that hung all your clothes. Loki kicked your heels apart, spreading you open, and making you bend at the waist. He placed himself behind you. His palm spanked you on your right side making you scream out and moan. It didn’t hurt. It never hurt with Loki.

“You were so brazen. Only I get to see you like this. Do you understand?” he charged as you heard the buckle of his belt loosen, the zipper of his pants being opened. He grabbed your hair gently and pulled you back to him.

“I was only trying to surprise you. I didn’t know they would be here!” you moaned as you fought hard not to bite your lip. His fingers finally caress the pulse point of your neck, trailing down to the valley of your breast. His hands got caught in the chains and you can hear the soft clink of them breaking in his grasp.

He cupped your sex, making you mewl to his touch. “This is mine, and mine alone!”

“Yours…” you sighed.

“Again!” he said dipping his agile fingers inside you.

“Yours…sir,” you said barely above a whisper. Loki closed his eyes, savoring your submission.

“Oh, you are sinful!” Loki said, his resolve breaking. “I try to be good. I try to protect you from me. But you seem hell-bent on breaking me don’t you, kitten?” His lips crashed into yours. He sucked on your lower lip as his fingers continued to work your clit.

You pushed back against him, feeling his hard erection against your back. “Please…Loki…sir.”

Loki grunted in defeat. He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes. “If we do this, kitten, I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop once I have you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can never hurt me, Loki.” You tried to shine your love through, showcasing how much trust you had for him.

He turned you to face him, capturing your lips in a strong but zealous kiss. He spoke in between teeth and tongue, your breath mingling with his, “If it gets too much, tell me.”

“It won’t be too much,” you tried to reassure him.

“You will tell me!” he growled, backing you out of the closet and into your bedroom.

“I’ll tell you. I promise,” you assured, looking deep into his ocean eyes.

“Good!” With that one word, he picked you up by your upper things and carried you towards the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers toyed with the garters gripping your thighs.

“This is beautiful, kitten,” he breathed. His cock struggling in between your pressed bodies. His teeth found purchase on the skin of your shoulder. “All wrapped up for me like a little present.” He threw you, almost carelessly, on the bed. You preened at how easily he was able to manhandle you. How effortlessly he was able to manipulate your body. You watched him take his shirt off, exposing the hard planes of his abs. The definition of his lean muscle guiding your eyes down to his exposed cock.

You felt the bed dip when he knelt in front of you. He pumped himself, once. Twice, before he teased your entrance with his stiff girth. “Loki, please. Don’t tease me.”

“Like the way you teased me with this?” he pinched the gusset of your thong and let it go, snapping the fabric on your overstimulated folds. It stung with painful pleasure as you cried out. He pushed the gusset to the side as he eased himself inside you. First, his massive tip, pulling it in and out. Teasing you relentlessly of what’s to come. Then, inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside you. Filling your walls.

Loki lost his sanity. To finally be inside you. Inside your warmth and your passion. To be surrounded by your scent and your moans, he couldn’t handle it and he was slowly going feral with each inch he fed your eager cunt. When he bottomed out, you cried as his pelvic bone rutted against your sensitive nub.

“You feel so good, pet. Better than I had ever imagined,” he said breathlessly as he started thrusting. His fingers curved around your supple thighs, bruising marks of purple and blue. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. Each gasp of air only fueled your desire for him even more. He felt so good.

So. Damn. Good.

With each stroke he would take his tip to your entrance, stretching you, and then push back inside. Loki filled you like no one has done before, and most likely never will.

“Awe, my poor darling-” thrust. “What’s the matter?” thrust. “Have I rendered you speechless?” thrust. “I thought this was what you wanted?” You nodded your head, whimpering like an untouched virgin. He spread his thighs further apart on the bed, pushing your knees closer to your chest, to receive him deeper. He held your shoulders down, your body sinking into the silken mattress, keeping you immobile and unable to escape the onslaught of his hard cock.

“You’re going to be good for me, right kitten? You’re going to take all of me in.” He commanded, his voice barely above a whimper. Loki was going to lose it soon and he knew it. You felt so good around him. All it would take was a few more strong thrusts and he would scream out your name to the heavens.

With his new position over you, he started diving faster. More aggressive. He pushed himself further inside you. Down to his hilt, sheathing himself inside your heated folds. “Loki!” you yelled out. You grabbed hold of his arms, your nails digging into his skin leaving half-moon marks. You squeezed his cock tighter, and you were rewarded with the deepest, most beautiful, feral sound coming from his lips.

“Ah- fuck! That’s it pet, squeeze me. Gods, you feel so good. I might just have to leave myself inside you. -heh- Would you like that, kitten?” thrust. “Want to be my cock warmer?” thrust. “Keep me cozy all night?” thrust.

You simply nodded your head. You knew Loki asked you a question, but you couldn’t make sense of anything right now besides the feel of his hard length stretching you open, over and over again.

“I asked you a question, darling,” he said grabbing your chin and squeezing your lips to pout. “I made you into a little cock-slut haven’t I?” thrust. “Can’t seem to think at all can you?” thrust.

“…Loki…” you called out with each slam of his hips.

“That’s all right. As long as it’s my name you’re calling out. My name that you’re begging for.” Loki looked down at you. Your skin was aglow from the beads of sweat and pleasure. Your hair was a crown above you tangled in a mess. And your lips had captured one of his fingers still holding onto your chin, sucking it down to the webbing of his hand.

With a pop, he took his finger out of your mouth and drew it down your neck, leaving a cold trail on your heated skin. “I’ll have use of those talents later, my dear.” Loki laid his weight on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. His sweet lips sucked hard on your salted skin leaving you crying out for more. Your hands were left clawing his back as he grunted and moaned into your ear.

“I…I…can’t…Loki…youfeel…m’soclose…” you were incoherent. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t talk. The only thing on your mind was his name. “…Loki…”

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum with me,” he growled in your ear. Your whole body tightened up. You dug your nails deep into his back and screamed your release as he slammed himself down on you hard. He grunted his pleasure in your ear, releasing a savage growl that shook your body beneath him. The euphoric wave wouldn’t stop. Loki remained still, but you could feel him throbbing inside you, coating your walls, sending you spiraling into delirious bliss.

He remained on top of you, unable and unwilling to move away from your exquisite sex. The first thing you felt after coming down from your high was Loki’s soft lips on your neck. You turned and captured them with your own, pulling his weight further down onto you.

“Are you all right, darling.” He whispered tentatively. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“Wh-what do you mean? I feel so good, baby. You feel so good!” you said smiling.

“Was I too rough? I must’ve been. I can see my marks all over your neck.” Loki lifted himself off you and he found your lingerie shredded and clawed to pieces around your sheets. “Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was worried this would happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Loki started rambling.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You tried to quiet him down. “Loki, look at me! I’m not hurt. I feel wonderful.” You held his worried face in your hands and soothed his hair out of place. “Did you enjoy it?” you asked, and he nodded his head. He laid next to you, spooning you.

“Every second. Every thrust,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “I just want to stay wrapped in your warmth forever. I don’t know why we waited so long.” You laughed at his admission. You lay there in his embrace, replaying the sinful moment in your head. Smiles on both your faces as you stole kisses from each other.

Until you remembered something. “Come on. The guys are probably sick of waiting for us,” you said trying to get out of bed.

“They left a while ago,” he finally confessed. Loki aggressively pulled you back onto the bed and into his arms. “I told them to leave as soon as you walked back in here to change,” he declared, straddling over you, pinning you back down on the bed.

“I’m afraid you’ve unleashed something in me, dear,” he said as he took one of your discarded ribbons and tied both your hands up with it. “Now, I did say that I was going to see to that mouth of yours, didn’t I?”

“Does Loki know you have a key to his apartment?” Bucky asked Thor.

“Of course he does. He’s my brother. He’s the one that gave me this key.” Thor said trying to act nonchalant.

“Come on guys. Grab the beer, and let’s go. I don’t want to miss the game.” Steve tried to hurry them. Thor opened the doors and all three men walked in looking for the forgotten twelve-pack that was left on the counter.

“Oh, Loki! Oh, fu-baby don’t stop. Don’t stop! Yes. Yes. YES!”

The three men paused hearing you scream from your bedroom. Steve blushed a strawberry red and walked right out the door.

“I just learned my lesson! Never come here uninvited.” Thor said shaking his head. He pocketed his key and followed Steve.

“Lucky bastard!” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the beer and locked the door.

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Tomorrow

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genre: fluff, slight angst (bittersweet at best)

pov: 2nd person

description: Months after Minho found out about the online harassment you were getting from so called "fans," you're still asking for tomorrow's.

pairing: Minho x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food

word count: 1,065

Part 1 & Part 2

"Y/n…" Minho sighs when he opens up his dorm door to let you in.

"Tomorrow?" You ask innocently, showing him the food bag in your hand.

You've been asking for "tomorrows" for months. Trying to prolong your relationship with Minho. And because he loves you, because none of this is fair, he allows it. Neither of you wants to break up, but you both know it's for the best. For your sake. So why does the idea of breaking up feel like your world will end when you do?

"I should learn to stop opening the door." He leans down and kisses you on the lips once you're fully inside and the door is closed.

"You should also learn to not come running to my apartment every time I call then." You tease as you take off your shoes and line them up neatly by the door. Out of place from the shoes left by all of the members in the cuties dorm.

"I can just block your number, that would help a lot." He jokes back.

"Hey, Lee Minho, that's not funny," You turn around and cross your arms at him.

"Nothing about this situation is funny, my love, but we are both coping in our own ways." He says quickly, dragging you off to his room.

The situation. The fact that it somehow got out that you're dating Lee Know from Stray Kids and some of the more bitter and obsessive "fans" have been attacking you online. The two of you dealt with it the best you could. The company refused to get involved other than releasing a statement denying the rumors that you two were dating before you two even had the chance to decide that, that was what you wanted to do. Minho was pissed, rightfully so, but you reassured him. The only reason why anyone thought that the two of you were dating was because of an unconfirmed rumor and a very blurry photo. You're still not entirely sure how your name and handles got leaked from that, but that's a past you problem.

Your mental health has been significantly better. Minho helped you create new, private accounts and delete your old ones. And then, he deleted the apps off your phone and logged off on your computer, reminding you that you could log back in and re-download them when you're in a better headspace. It was hard at first. Even without a place for them to get to you directly, you still knew that deleting your accounts wouldn't stop them from saying vile things about you online. On the third "tomorrow," without him knowing, you logged back in a couple of times and searched your name online to see what was being said about you. Eventually, he changed your passwords and put a parental lock on all social media sites and Google. As childish as it sounds, it was for your benefit.

Months later, you were living in complete blissful ignorance and are better off for it. You still saw and talked to Minho practically every day, telling him that you could break up tomorrow. You both know that you will probably never know peace, that the public backlash will be worse because JYPE went rogue and denied your relationship without consulting you first. That not only will the two of you receive negative attention, but so will the company. So they've been your biggest contenders for you two officially breaking up. But when tomorrow officially comes, one of you finds another reason to ask for another tomorrow.

"That movie you were talking about is going back to theaters for a special, one-night showing," Minho mentions as he closes his bedroom door behind him. You take off your jacket and climb onto his bed, setting the food bag you had in front of you.

"Oh really? When? Tonight?" You ask as you open the bag, taking out the first container and checking it.

"You're going to laugh," He chuckles, sitting down next to you and peeking over your shoulder.

"What, is it tomorrow?" You hand the first container over to him.

"So you see our dilemma. Since we're supposed to break up tomorrow." The topic of breaking up is no longer taboo for you two.

"We can break up after the movie. Right outside the theater. We can even walk in separate directions to make it all dramatic." You suggest, reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottled drink for Minho.

"We could but there is a problem with that. You like going out to eat after watching a movie. I know for a fact you're going to be too sad to eat a proper meal. Don't want to sour the whole experience."

"What about we break up after we eat? Outside the restaurant?"

"We could but it's a late showing and I am a gentleman. I'm, at the very least, going to walk you home first before that. Maybe a walk around the park beforehand to properly digest our food and reminisce about our relationship."

"That's just cruel. I bet you'd give me a goodnight kiss before doing it too." You huff, getting slightly mad.

"I'm not that mean. I'd go in for a goodnight kiss and then break up with you right before our lips touch because I can't kiss you and then hurt you like."

"That's a million times worse. You're not allowed to watch dramas with Hyunjin and Seungmin anymore. You're getting too many ideas." You pull out your own food now.

"You can't boss me around like that anymore after tomorrow."

"Wait, you just said it's a late showing and that you'd walk me home. It's going to be too late for you to walk back here on your own. Can't have you walking around the city depressed and disheveled again. This isn't like when you got eliminated from the survival show."

"I was not disheveled."

"Whatever you say, Minnie," You kiss his cheek before going to get utensils from the bag. "You could just stay the night after you walk me home. I mean, what's more poetic than one last night of passion before walking away forever?"

"And I'm the dramatic one?"

"It can't be helped. We have to do this during tomorrow's tomorrow." You sigh, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"I'll take one more tomorrow with you anyway."

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writingplotbunnies · 2 months

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Best Served Cold (Part 4/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Jax surprises Sophie at the station, and they have an intense lunch where they learn a bit more about each other.

Word Count: ~3000

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This is a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

The week had been quiet. So of course, Friday became a whirlwind of activity. Much to her delight, Sophie watched Agent Stahl stomp around the office with a permanent frown on her face. David seemed just as harried but figured most of it was because of all the ATF agents still taking up space in his station. She’d gathered that AFT wanted to find evidence to get SAMCRO on a RICO charge, something about gunrunning and the IRA.

“Look,” Stahl snapped as she paused in the hallway, “I don’t have time for this right now. I have to drive out to Stockton and release a guilty man because someone leaked information about the witness we had. And now that witness is probably dead.”

“You don’t have to be the one out there to release Bobby,” David told her. “No one would blame you if you didn’t want to go back there right away.”

Stahl scoffed. “I’m not afraid of the Sons of Anarchy, unlike everyone around here seems to be, and I’m going to see each and every one of the bastards pay.”

Sophie didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t watching them. Maybe she’d start keeping popcorn in her desk drawer for moments just like this. She hadn’t noticed it during their first interaction, but as the days had progressed, she’d seen the signs of healing on Stahl’s face, and knew whatever had happened must have hurt like a bitch. Getting her face messed up like that might be enough to make the case personal for Stahl. Sophie kinda figured a promotion hinged on the results of this case. Or a commendation.

As though just now realizing she’d become the main event, Stahl huffed out a breath, placed her hands on her hips, and shook her head a bit. Then, as though nothing had happened, she rolled her shoulders back, shook her hair back into place and continued down the hallway - of course, she managed to pause by Sophie’s desk long enough to offer a glare. Sophie grinned and offered a little wave in return. If one was going to be a petty bitch, own being a petty bitch.

At the door, Stahl nearly ran into Jax who happened to be coming in. They eyed each other with an intensity that had Sophie reaching slowly for the sidearm she wasn’t supposed to have on her. After a few seconds of posturing, Jax turned away and strode towards where Sophie sat at her desk. He leaned his hip against the desk and smiled at her with his whole face.

Sophie glanced over his shoulder and saw Stahl lingering in the doorway, her eyes narrowed on them. Sophie returned Jax’s smile.

“Looks like you’ve got a fan,” Sophie said, nodding her head in Stahl’s direction.

Quickly, Jax glanced over his shoulder before shrugging. “I’m all about customer service.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m well aware.”

They both laughed, and Sophie fought down the blush she knew would make an appearance anytime now.

“She seemed in a hurry,” Jax said.

Sophie nodded. “Yeah, she’s headed out to Stockton. Apparently, she’s gotta release someone named Bobby, and she’s not happy about it.”

Jax smiled. “He’s a Son. They had him on bullshit charges. He shoulda been out weeks ago. That’s actually why I stopped by.”

“You came by to tell me about bullshit charges against a man I’ve never met?” Sophie asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Jax laughed. “Nah, I came to see if you wanted to come by the clubhouse tonight. We’re having a party for Bobby - celebrate his return.”

“Yeah? I haven’t been to a party in a while, sounds like a good time.”

“Good.”

Sophie laughed a bit. “You really drive all the way out here just to ask me out, Jax?”

He tucked some hair behind his ear and leaned in closer to her. “If I did?”

“Those blue eyes of yours get you just about any damn thing you want, don’t they?”

Jax shrugged. “They do what they can.”

Allowing herself to get lost in Jax’s eyes, Sophie weighed the benefits of her next move. Even before showing up at the station in the middle of the day to invite her to a party, she knew Jax was interested in her. An interest she shared. But mid-operation connections would only complicate things. She wanted him. Wanted to see what it would be like to belong to someone - to experience what Olivia had enjoyed with Drifter. She didn’t know if Jax wanted that with her, with anyone. Maybe he had someone. Too little information.

“What are you after here, Jax?”

He leaned back, and she nearly regretted asking the question. It wasn’t exactly fair because she didn’t know that she’d be able to answer the question if he’d asked it. But it hung there in the space between them.

Jax slid from the desk and held his hand out to her. “Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”

Sophie glanced around the office. She held up a finger to Jax, hoping he’d wait before scurrying down the hallway. Poking her head into Unser’s office, she knocked on the doorjam.

“What can I do for you, hun?”

Seemed everyone in Charming used pet names instead of real names. She’d work on being annoyed by it later.

“I’m gonna take my lunch away from my desk today.”

“Make sure you know what you’re doing there.”

Sophie nodded. She didn’t have a damn clue what she was doing there. Didn’t think Jax knew what he was doing either.

“Yeah.”

It sounded as unconvincing to her as it probably did to him, but other than a vaguely disappointed look, he didn’t say anything further.

Plastering a smile on her face, Sophie sauntered down the hallway, and if she put a bit more sway in her hips, well, the pleased look on Jax’s face told her he enjoyed the show. His gaze was hot as he tracked her progress. She licked her lips. Something about whatever this pull towards Jax was felt easy - and that’s what made her hesitate. That easyness made her question everything because nothing in her experience had led her to believe that easy was possible. Easy was often a lie. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Sophie came to stand in front of Jax. She enjoyed the idea that all she needed to do was lean forward to press a kiss to his chin. Being tall had a lot of benefits, but she still enjoyed being around a man who made her feel safe, who engulfed her. With Jax, it wasn’t just the size - he only had a couple of inches on her, but he had that extra something that just drew her in - made it feel easy.

“Ready?”

Unable to trust her voice, Sophie nodded. Jax gave her one of those dazzling smiles of his before gently pressing his palm to her shoulder and escorting her from the station. As they approached his bike, his hand slid down around the side of her body and before she could think to move out of his grip, he’d felt the edge of her sidearm. Moving quickly, she tried to take a step back, but her hand locked around her, pulling her into his chest.

“You gonna explain that?”

Sophie avoided his eyes. “A girl can never be too safe.”

“Inside a police station?”

She glared at him. “Thought you were gonna take me for a ride?”

“This ain’t finished.”

Sophie nodded. Jax held her gaze for a beat longer before passing her the helmet. Swinging her leg around and settling behind him, she silently cursed herself. She knew he’d have questions, and it wasn’t exactly as though she had secrets. But she didn’t want him getting involved. Didn’t need him to be a man about things and decide he needed to start fixing her problems. Zobelle had hurt her family, and that made him her target, not SAMCRO’s.

She settled in, arms wrapped around him and let her thoughts scatter to the wind. They drove for about ten minutes before Jax pulled off the main road. Just ahead of them was a small lake, and no buildings as far as she could see. When Jax had the kickstand set, she slid from behind and offered him the helmet. Without waiting for him, she walked towards the water’s edge and stood staring across it. She’d always loved water, found it peaceful. Even rainstorms made her happy. The heat of Jax’s body alerted her to his presence. He didn’t say anything, just stood at her back.

“The gun’s not a big deal,” Sophie began, hating the words even as she spoke them. “I didn’t want to talk about it outside the station because I’m not legally allowed to carry inside the station, but my legal CCW is on file with Charming PD, so they know I own at least one weapon.”

Jax turned her around to face him. Slowly, he reached to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up enough to reveal her unregistered .9mm Smith and Weston. He whistled through his teeth.

“That’s a lot of gun for a not a big deal.”

“It’s hardly a Desert Eagle, Jax.”

Instead of allowing the joke to ease the tension, Jax tilted his head forward, eyes soft as he tucked Sophie’s hair behind her ear. His hand lingered against her neck, thumb moving soothingly along the sensitive skin.

“Whatever it is, Sophie, you can trust me.”

If she thought the nicknames made her stomach flutter, it was nothing compared to hearing him say her name. It was like a benediction on his lips. And she did trust him. Blame the pull she felt to him, blame her need to trust someone because the person she had once trusted with everything had been killed - stolen from her. Going through that again, that loss would kill her. Sophie knew that, but as she met Jax’s gaze she realized it was too late.

“I wasn’t lying. To me the gun isn’t a big deal. Like I told Hale - ”

Jax jerked back as though she’d slapped him. “Hale knows?”

She smirked at the jealousy in Jax’s tone, brought her hand up to cup his cheek. “He had to process the CCW. The gun it’s like slipping on a pair of shoes before I leave the house. I’ve been carrying one for so long I only notice when I don’t have one on me. Like that KA-BAR you keep strapped to your belt.”

Jax blinked. She doubted he’d expected her to notice.

Sophie dropped her hand. She pulled the gun from her holster, held flat in the palms of her hands. “This? It’s not the one they issued me, but it gets the job done.”

She watched Jax’s face, saw the confusion cloud his features.

“Staff Sargent Sophie Cooper, USMC, retired.”

Jax chuckled, shook his head a bit in what she thought might be surprised disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Did my dime then figured it was time for a new adventure.”

“Why’d you leave?”

Sophie stepped back, crossed her arms against her chest and looked out over the water. “I missed a lot being gone. I spent most of my time deployed to all the garden spots. Lost a lot of time - ”

Choking on the words, Sophie covered her face with her hands. Thinking about all the time she could have spent with Olivia made her nearly blindingly angry. They both thought they’d have more time. Not that her sister had ever expected her to settle down, not back then. Jax’s hands cupped her shoulders, his lips ghosted a kiss across the crown of her head.

“I wanted to see the world, and I did. Never had been interested in settling down; that was always Livvy’s dream. And for a while, she had it. Met a guy, fell in love, got married. I’m sure they would have made me an auntie before too long, but they never got the chance.”

She took a shuddering breath, and tried to move away from Jax. He didn’t let her. Instead, he turned her to face him. Sophie didn’t know when the tears had begun, but Jax gently wiped them from her eyes.

“She was killed. Murdered, and it was awful, Jax. Still gives me nightmares, and even when I wake up I see her.”

He wrapped his arms around her, tucked her head into his neck and held her tight while she cried. Her hands gripped his kutte, while her tears stained his chest. Gentle fingers slid through her hair as he whispered soothing nonsense to her. It was easy to fall into his arms, to let him support her, support the weight of everything she kept to herself. Drifter and the guys had tried, but they’d been dealing with their own grief, with their own problems. She was sure Jax had his own demons riding him, but she let him hold her, let him be the support she hadn’t realized she needed.

“I was overseas when I got the call. Managed to get stateside within twenty-four hours, but it wasn’t fucking fast enough. The only thing I could do was her hand when she died. You see it in the movies all the time, watch people close the eyes. Never understood it. Not like I hadn’t seen a corpse before, but it was my sister. It was Livvy laying there with her eyes open, staring at me and I couldn’t take it. I’d never felt so guilty. So helpless.” Sophie forced a deep breath thorugh a sob that lodged in her throat.

“I’ve seen people beat to hell, but my sister’s face? It was a mess of deep cuts and bruises, all covered in more gauze than skin. Connected to tubes and wires and monitors. The beeping. Incessant beeping. Nearly got arrested for destruction of property when I shoved the cart monitoring her vitals into the wall so hard it left a dent.”

Jax huffed a gentle chuckle against her skin as he tilted her head up to face him. “I can picture that. Probably scared the nurse.”

She laughed. “I hope so.”

When Jax pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest kiss she’d ever felt, she should have seen it coming. Maybe she should have stopped it. Maybe she should have felt Jax was taking advantage of her emotionally compromised state. Instead, she returned his kiss, wrapped her arms around him and poured the sorrow and the anger she always felt into his mouth. It would always be there, living just under her skin. But, as Jax deepened the kiss, tangled his fingers in her hair, she allowed herself to feel nothing but pleasure. The way her toes tingled from the way he held her, the taste of him - tobacco and mint - on her tongue.

Sucking in a breath, Sophie tilted her head back. Jax gave her no quarter as his lips attached to her neck, nibbling then biting along her tendon. His hands swept down the center of her back before gripping her ass and squeezing, forcing her core to rub against the growing hardness in his pants.

“Jesus,” she panted.

“Jax, darlin’.”

With a laugh, she swatted his ass teasingly. Liking the way it felt beneath her hand, she did her own groping, enjoyed the low moan he released against her neck. It was too fast. She didn’t go from flirting, to crying her eyes out about her dead sister, to making out in the middle of nowhere with a guy she’d known for less than a week. There was too little foundation for the intensity of what she felt.

“What is it, Soph?”

She blinked up at Jax, who while flushed, looked at her with concern. Huffing a frustrated sigh, she broke from his arms, and this time, he let her. She moved around in a small circle.

“It’s all in the wrong order.”

“What?”

“This - ” she gestured between the two of them. “I don’t do this. Not like this, and I don’t want to make too many assumptions, but your not the first biker I’ve been around. I know how easy it is for you to get pussy, and we’ve made no promises because that would be fucking stupid at this point - but, what I’m feeling for you is more than I thought. More than I expected. God, I sound like a fucking Hallmark movie. I’m not a romantic by nature. I don’t believe in love at first sight because that’s stupid and totally impractical. But, Jax, I want to lose myself in you. And that scares me. It scares me so much.”

Jax didn’t respond right away. He lit a cigarette, offered her one. Hand trembling a bit, she took it from him, allowed him to light hers. She wanted to shove the words back into her mouth. It didn’t have to mean anything. Her and Jax. It could have just been a good time for both of them. Now? Now she’d put emotions to it. Allowed the moment to get away from her.

Shaking her head, she started to walk away.

“Hey.”

Jax’s voice whispered against her skin as he halted her progress with a hand on her arm. She trembled, unable to identity exactly what she felt.

“I don’t know what this is. The girl I thought was the goddamned love of my life left after I cleaned up her fucking mess. My junkie ex-wife OD’d in the hospital after my son nearly died during birth. My life’s a mess. I don’t believe in fate, don’t know what I believe in right now, but you? It’s something real. First real thing I’ve felt in a long time. You ain’t the only one scared, darlin’.”

“We make quite a pair, don’t we, Teller?”

He pulled her into his arms, pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Her hands came to rest on his chest. Easy.

“Yeah, we do.”

They remained quiet as they rode back into Charming. Jax dropped her back at the station after they swung by Lumpy’s for some burgers to go. Like a gentleman, he walked her back to her desk. Like an outlaw biker, he gave her a kiss she’d be thinking about for the rest of the day before sauntering to the door.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Sophie managed to call out, her breathing not quite back to normal.

“Later, darlin’.”

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Singer y/n x Harry part 3 album releases, hate club and relationships

Warnings: bullying

Summery: Y/n and Harry are both musicians. After Y/n finishes up her tour for her successful album, Sling, a certain musician reaches out to her and asks for her help on his next album.(also for this I realize Sling came out in 2021 but for this we’ll say it came out in 2020!)

In this part there is a time jump from February 2022 to May 2022.

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ynrryupdates Harry’s House comes out this week! On the updated credits on both Spotify and Apple Music under the Album you can spot Y/n’s name as a credited song writer for the songs, Little freak, grape juice and late night talking! Best of luck to both of them on release day!

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harryisdad okay but let’s remember that this is Harry’s album…not y/n’s…

| harrysking y/n wasn’t even that well known before this announcement. Good for her but like it feels like she’s getting too much spotlight for it not even being her album.

| ynstan y/n isn’t getting a ton of spotlight. Most people don’t even know she’s helped with the album yet. This is an update account for both of the artists so if course she’s going to be included in the post?

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harrystyles Harry’s house. Out now.

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yourusername really sentimental caption. I’m tearing up.

| harrystyles I know.

| yourusername can you write my future speeches?

| harrystyles yes, of course. 😊

| harryfan they are such grandparents.

lizzobeeating ✨✨✨

ynandharryrule GRAPEJUICE BLUES? LATE NIGHT TALKING? GUYS.

harryfan111 Is anyone else connecting the dots? Most of these songs connect back to sights of Harry and y/n or the New Year’s party.

| harrydailymail no you are so right..

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yoursusername May 20th is here and you know what that means…HARRYS HOUSE IS OUT NOW. I am so thankful that I was even considered to be part of such a large project. Thank you for letting me work with all of you, it was a blessing. I hope my writing helped. I was able to create some of my favorite bridges and create some tunes with some amazing people! Enjoy ☺️.

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harrystyles Grapejuice is stuck in my head.

| yourusername my songs have that effect.

Gracieabrams I love this album so much 😭✨

| yourusername AND ILY!!!

harryisking why is she acting like it’s her album…

| ynscat because she wrote some songs in it and helped play some instruments for others. Plus Harry doesn’t seem mad about it either. Calm down.

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harryupdates Harry and y/n were spotted at a local restaurant last night to celebrate the album! Fans said that it was just them and no one else. They also said they were being very affectionate with each other and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of y/n or stop holding her hand. 🥹

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harryisking ew.

harryslover so they are together?

| harrystan112 they are besties. Calm down guys. I hold hands with my friends all the time.

| harryslover yeah but last time I checked “besties” don’t go on dates with each other or look at each other like that…

harrysflower WE LOST HIM.

harryfan props to y/n for pulling her celeb crush though.

harryissofine I don’t know who I wish I was more. Y/n or Harry…bi panic…

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dailymail Harry Styles and y/n y/l/n spotted out and about today packing on the PDA after a gym session together!

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harryisking notice how Harry isn’t kissing her back. Poor baby is being forced into another PR stunt.

| harrydefender babe what? The album is out. Both of their careers are booming. They don’t need the PR. Plus, if you saw the other leaked photos you would see him very happy.

harrystan a sad day for us.

ynistrash he could do so much better.

harryscherries this was not on my 2022 bingo card, but I’m actually so excited that it’s finally happening.

ynfan I wanna know when this happened. They’ve been flirting for awhile now, right?

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Okay so part 3 is DONE. It will probably only have 2 more parts but this is really fun so who knows. Ok that’s it.

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Will there be a part two of the „we got married?“ fic 👀

It was so good

A/N: Ask and you shall receive ;) If you want this to be continued off of that, feel free to send what you think Sparky and Maverick should do and maybe it will appear

Part 2 to We... We Got Married? Part One is HERE, Part 3

You looked at Maverick as you brought your stuff into his spare bedroom, now that you were married you could stay in the same home instead of the crappy place you had before. You all had just gotten back from Vegas and you were surprised the information hadn't been leaked yet but you knew it would soon because you had your new patches with the last name Mitchell on it. Turns out you and drunk Maverick managed to get your last name changed and for the military you had to have it officially changed on your uniform, There was a lot of new surprises from that little trip to Vegas. "You sure you're okay with me living in the spare room?" you asked your husband who was more of your boyfriend now. He rolled his eyes at the question you asked for the fifth time "Yes Sparky, I'm sure. Now calm down" he told you, cupping your cheek. Maybe it was Vegas, maybe it was the fact you two have been pining for so long that let your relationship move with ease and grow quickly.

"You know..." You smirked, "I really like this whole being with an older man" you said, placing your hands on his chest "The experience and wisdom is a nice bonus to your looks" you said, placing your lips on his. Things were slowly escalating and Pete was bringing you to the bed. Before you could get into it, both your phones buzzed and saw you had to be on base for an emergency meeting.

An hour later you were both on the base and no one noticed the difference in your uniform yet. You caught Roosters eye and he gave you a confident smile, basically telling you to screw whatever anyone else says. He still wore his wedding band and so did Hangman. The emergency meeting turned out to be an Admiral coming to visits and wanting all instructors on the base. When everyone was released, a young pilot ran up to you to ask you a question “Lt. L/N, may I ask you a question ma’am?” He asked, holding his textbook so he could get notes on the maneuver. You smiled politely “Of course Bishop, however it is now Lt. Mitchell” you corrected wit ha nervous smile. His eyes widened and nodded “I apologize, ma’am! I didn’t know” He said but there was no judgment over who you married. You happily explained the information he needed and let him go.

Phoenix and Bob came up next to you as you all walked down the hall to your offices to drop off paperwork before leaving again. “So Lt. Mitchell, how’s the married life?” Bob teased and you rolled your eyes, “Actually good, were taking it easy but truthfully, he’s pretty perfect” you admitted with a blush. Phoenix nudged your shoulder and you saw Maverick watching you to make sure you were okay, this cause you to send him a bright smile, making him smile. It was a nice feeling knowing you had a husband to watch out for you now. Hangman and Rooster came over once all the paperwork was put away, bickering like they’ve been married for thirty years. “Jake, for Christ sake you can not just decide to renovate the entire bathroom for no reason” Rooster said, making Hangman roll his eyes. “Trouble in paradise?” You ask your honorary big brothers. They both laughed and threw their arms around you shoulders as you all left. You heard the young pilots begin to whisper, “She married Captain Mitchell! He is so much older then her!” and “Those two got married? They were always bickering!” and the comments kept getting worse. “Aviators! Do we have a problem?” You said in a even but deadly tone. Right then, everyone could see how you and Maverick could work so well, you were both laid back until your loved ones got messed with. “No ma’am!” Most said quickly but one snorted “Yes ma’am, you and Captain Mitchell along with Lts. Bradshaw and Seresin got married irresponsibly” a young aviator said. You raised a brow “Yes, we did by your standards and other peoples. However, you do not know what goes on in our lives as you aren’t our friends. Actually, if I recall you are just a aviator who barely scrapped his way into this program and you are at the bottom currently. So before putting your opinion into something you know nothing about like so many men in the government seem to do, you would do well to keep your mouth shut” you said in a cold tone. Most of the aviators broke into a sweat as they knew they were in for a rude awakening now. “Due to his know it all words aviators, I want you here at 05:00 sharp, no one will be late. Get ready for a day of drills. Dismissed” you said and walked away. Maverick looked at you with a glint in his eyes as you both walked to your truck “I must say Lt. Mitchell” he murmured, pining you to the door “That was incredibly sexy the way you stood up for our relationship” he said before planting his lips on yours.

The next day you were walking out in your flight gear, wearing Pete’s sunglasses. You started picking people to go for the drills in the sky, you even put out a wager of whoever lost had to do 250 pushups. You never lost to any of them and pulled the most risky stunts that even had your husband proud. That night, he made love to you so much that you couldn’t walk the next day. This was only the beginning travels for you both.

#Top Gun #Top Gun: Maverick #pete 'maverick' mitchell #maverick x reader #maverick x y/n #maverick #jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman x rooster #hangster #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #rooster #We... We Got Married?#We Got Married?

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Mel!! Tell me everything about last night!!!!

So Nasty Ratz played first, I already saw them last year and there were so few people in the audience again 💔💔 my Czech boys deserve better. They played some songs from their upcoming album of which I recorded some and I would post the clips but I don't know if I'm allowed to leak them before they're released, might have to check back. Lots of eye contact with the guitarist and singer, guitarist gave me the set list, after their set I got the beer the singer had promised me the day prior via text. THEY SOLD CONDOMS WITH THE BAND LOGO AT THEIR MERCH TABLE 😭😭 with the literal reasoning "if some of you get lucky tonight but don't want to get lucky in 9 months, we sell condoms"

Second band was Superhorror but I already told the whole story here

Third was Bai Bang from Sweden and the singer basically only spoke German and told some stories from his childhood with his German mom who told him not to speak English when he goes to Germany and about his strict grandma who told him to shut up when he was singing at home but now he sings all the time (which he used to introduce their song I Love What You Hate). He made up a wild story about him being good friends with Anni-Frid from ABBA and some other stuff, but I'm pretty sure it was just for fun and he seemed to be a bit drunk already when they came on. He was cool and had funny vibes! Kept making faces at me and putting on the "x-ray specs" (just his sunglasses) and going "hoooh I can see through you all" in reference to their song of the same name. Sad that most people were either outside or way in the back of the bar, but great music and fun stories! He was also talking about a guy who used to he a long haired hard rocker and had his own spot in their tour bus but now he's a famous house DJ and he wrote their song My Favorite Enemy for him, but again I'm not sure how much truth is in there or who he's even talking about

Fourth was Speed Stroke (also Italians) and they were really good like last time I saw them and I got to sing a bit in the mic and one of their hot guitarists kept looking at me and spat out beer into the audience and I got some on my face and shirt. I didn't get the set list because another girl snatched it first 🙄 At the end of the set, the whole band was kicking and fighting each other and it was so fucking funny but I didn't catch it on video

Last one was Sister!! Second time seeing them and they were fucking great again, lowkey better vibes than at the bigger venue last year and hhhhh I loved it and also was one of the loudest to yell along to Bullshit & Backstabbing specifically lol. They played their first gig outside of Sweden at this bar back in 2006 so they're always looking forward to playing here but the singer said they don't know when they'll be back in Germany 💔💔 so we were supposed to go off to the closing song Scream for Pleasure like it's the last time they ever play a show and now I have a sore throat

As for merch, I got both of Superhorror's CDs, a Nasty Ratz keychain (because I already bought their CDs and shirt last time), three Sister CDs, a Sister patch (for free somehow?) and a Sister shirt that I forgot to take a photo of before I put it in the laundry but it's the same print as the cover of the album above the patch. I wanted to get the two Speed Stroke CDs I didn't get last year and a shirt and a Bai Bang CD but every time I checked the stand there was nobody there 😔

#put the rest under the cut or else it would be even longer #thank you for letting me ramble!!! it was great i had so much fun #ask #emometalhead #ashley #mel's concert stories

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Fucking finally! I haven’t watched the new Champion of Champions yet, I’ve had a weirdly anxious weekend and I want to enjoy it so I might save it for tomorrow night and hope I feel better by then, though I do have to balance that with wanting to avoid spoilers so maybe I’ll just watch it tonight. However. The important thing is that now that COC3 has happened, they have finally announced the season 17 cast! So we’re all allowed to stop pretending we didn’t see the names that leaked all over the internet months ago! Hooray! Here are some unsolicited opinions.

I mean, obviously I won’t pretend that one of those names didn’t jump out at me significantly more than the others. I sure know how to get on a bandwagon. Last year, when the s16 names were leaked, I took that as my sign to do what I’d been sort of meaning to do at some point eventually, and watch all Sam Campbell’s stand-up stuff that’s on YouTube. Meaning that by the time the names were officially released, I got to look like I’m really well informed on the less TV-famous comics because I already knew his stuff. When in fact, I didn’t know anything about him beyond his name and reputation until I saw he was going on Taskmaster.

The same isn’t true in this case, it’s almost entirely a coincidence that I happen to be getting really really into John Robins’ radio show in the run-up to his Taskmaster season. I’d had those radio shows on my list for ages, of things to eventually get to, sometime, when I’ve knocked everything off my list and have several hundred thousand hours to spare. I got into his stand-up early last year, long before any Taskmaster s17 names appeared, and this made me even more sure that I want to hear his radio show someday. So I tried it out at the same time as a few others, and then it did just happen to become the one that had a few really compelling episodes in a row early on, which hooked me and made me really want to hear the next one instead of mixing it up, and now I’ve abandoned all the other ones and reached episode 102 of their XFM/Radio X stuff in a few weeks.

I say it’s almost entirely a coincidence because I did see those names in September, and vaguely thought I’ll probably enjoy Taskmaster even more if I’m even more into John Robins by then. But it was going to happen anyway.

This one really is right at the top of my dream Taskmaster contestants. Not just that it’s a comedian I really like, but specifically a comedian who’s exactly the type of Taskmaster contestant. Hyper-competitive, but not in a jock way, more in an anxious obsessive controlling way. I made a post a while ago about how I’d read some people on a different website talk about the possibility of John Robins on Taskmaster, and they said this would be bad because his pedantry and competitiveness would be annoying, and he’d ruin the show with his tendency to not let a single thing go. And I said, God that sounds great. Please, Alex. Please let your angry golf buddy come ruin the show with his pedantry and competitiveness and refusal to let a single thing go. And then he did!

…I had an audio clip from a recent radio episode that I was going to post to expand on this, but I’ve decided to save that for another post, actually, and keep this one focused on the s17 lineup in general. So I will say: obviously, John Robins will be my favourite going into it, and if his approach to the show is at all consistent with the persona he’s displayed for the last 10+ years of his comedy career, he’s in a with a shot of rising to one of my favourite Taskmaster contestants ever. I can’t wait to see how he ruins the show. And how big he goes on the Freddie Mercury costume that he’s definitely going to wear.

Having said all that, I’m going to be honest about the fact that I wasn’t that excited when I first saw the full list of names. This is because there were already significant rumours about John Robins, even before the definite names linked, so while I was pleased to see his involvement confirmed, I’d been hoping the full list would have an additional name for me to get excited about. Which it didn’t, really, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be good, quite possibly very good. It just means they happen to have grabbed people from sides of comedy that I don’t know much about.

The League of Gentlemen people are a weirdly large hole in my Britcom knowledge, and I’m not sure why, but I’ve never had much of a desire to change that. I’ve had their stuff recommended to me lots (Psychoville and Inside No 9 and I know there’s other stuff), but I’ve vaguely looked at it, and have always thought it doesn’t really look like my thing. Though I have no good reason for this. I have some sort of vague negative association with that group of people in my mind, and I don’t know why it’s there.

The only guess I have is that I watched BBC Sherlock as it came out, and that became a bone of contention for me at the time. I thought it was a well made and good show with some glaring flaws – a few “this plot isn’t a clever or watertight as they think it is” flaws and a bunch of “this seems like it was written by men who think that as long as they can convince other men they’re really smart it doesn’t matter if their portrayal of women is fairly misogynistic”. And that latter opinion was backed up by my brother, who thought it was a work of impenetrable genius and anyone who was a word against it was just a bitter feminist who wasn’t smart enough to understand it, and sometimes we’d fight about that. This caused the name “Mark Gatiss” to be marred in my mind.

So it’s possible that that’s what happened. That a few years ago I looked up the League of Gentlemen things to decide whether to add that to my list, the name “Mark Gatiss” left a bad taste in my mouth and made me think I don’t like the look of this, and that made me decide I’m not interesting in finding out about Steve Pemberton or Reece Shearsmith either. Which is, of course, a terrible reason to write off some very accomplished comedy people. Because they worked with a guy who wrote a show ten years ago that I used to fight with my brother about.

The point is that I know very little about Steve Pemberton, but I am open to letting him win me around. I did recently hear a radio episode from 2015 in which John Robins was listing people who’d be at some event he was about to attend, people whom he considered famous at way beyond his level so he was excited about the idea of being anywhere near them, and one of the people he listed was Steve Pemberton. Reminds me of that 2007 radio episode where Russell Howard talked about Liza Tarbuck in similar terms. Hope he has a good time getting to share stage with him. I have no more than that to say about Steve Pemberton, because I really know absolutely fuck all about Steve Pemberton. I shall watch with an open mind and hope he’s great and changes my mind about all of this.

I know only slightly more about Sophie Willan, and that’s only because a couple of years ago she went on The Russell Howard Hour and was an entertaining enough guest so she stuck in my mind. She’d just won a BAFTA for her sitcom Alma’s Not Normal, and she spoke endearingly about the stories behind it and what it was like to write and make and then have it go so well, and the interview made me really like her and think that show sounds good. Though I’ve never actually seen any of Alma’s Not Normal. She was also quite good on WILTY last year. And those are all the things I know about Sophie Willan.

Nick Mohammed I guess I have a similarly unfair reaction to as I do to Steve Pemberton, in that the thought of him immediately puts a bad taste in my mouth simply due to his association with something else that isn’t his fault. Specifically, the third season of Ted Lasso was so absolutely fucking awful that I’m not sure I want to look at anyone from it ever again. I think it doesn’t help that there are suggestions that Jason Sudeikis being possibly terrible in real life may have been a small part of the cause of season 3 being so terrible, which has caused my brain to associate the actors with the bad writing. Even though Nick Mohammed did not write any of it. And I did hear some Brett Goldstein stand-up last year that I really enjoyed and he seems cool, so it’s possible that not every person who got cast on a bad show (or in this case, a good show that turned bad) is also bad.

I did watch Nick Mohammed’s filmed comedy special when I first saw his name on the s17 list, called Houdini. It was… not really for me, but I can appreciate that it’s well made if you like that sort of thing. It’s Nick Mohammed in character as Mr. Swallow, acting out a comedic biopic (but also a genuine biopic, it took me until about halfway through the show to work out that this wasn’t some parody or fictionalization, they really were trying to tell his life story) of Harry Houdini. Which I guess Nick Mohammed picked because he also does magic and admires people who have previously done magic to a legendary level. If you’re into magic and/or character comedy, then definitely check out Nick Mohammed’s special Houdini. I just happen to not be much into either of those things.

Although, I am curious to see whether Mohammed’s skills might come into play in Taskmaster. Because he does sometimes do actually magic when performing stand-up as his character Mr. Swallow. I’ve seen him do it in some short TV spots, where he’ll do a card trick, and he’s doing the trick for real, which you can tell because it doesn’t always work perfectly. But it usually works well. Those tricks involve a very impressive ability to memorize positions of lots of cards at once, and to do some other fiddly sleight of hand things, and that’s a real-life skill that Nick Mohammed has and most don’t. It reminds of Paul Sinha’s season, when he mostly performed terribly, but every once in a while there would be a task that tested one of those skills in which Paul Sinha is leagues and leagues more advanced than the average person due to his quizzing experience. Like that studio task where they had to name all those bird species, or the house task where they had to memorize the positions of cards. Paul Sinha was incredible at those, it was so cool to see. I’ll enjoy it if Nick Mohammed gets a similar chance to show that off.

Beyond that, I don’t know a lot about Nick Mohammed because I haven’t seen him be himself much. He sometimes turns up as a guest on TV shows, but normally as the character Mr. Swallow. And of course I’ve seen him in character on Ted Lasso. I don’t know what he's like when he’s not doing that.

I do know he was absolutely hilarious on the latest Catsdown Christmas special, which aired a few weeks ago. I think that show was running out of steam even before Sean Lock died and should definitely be respectfully put out to pasture by now (also, Jimmy Carr is getting harder and harder to be someone I can just tolerate in the background, as he throws his lot in more and more clearly with the right wing), but I’ve watched every episode they’ve put out and I will keep doing so until they stop (and I have to admit the one the other night with Lee Mack and Harriet Kemsley and DO’D was pretty good). And I thought Nick Mohammed absolutely stole the show on that Christmas special. I watched it with my parents and the Mr. Swallow routines from Dictionary Corner had all three of us laughing really hard. So that bodes well for Taskmaster s17.

Finally, I’ve saved Joanne McNally for last because I know almost nothing about her, and I’m probably being unfair by judging her based on this. I think the only things I’ve seen her do are a few guest spots on Joe Lycett’s Got Your Back (where she wasn’t doing stand-up or anything, just following the script, so it’s hard to get a read on her from that), she was on the Katherine Ryan Backstage but didn’t make much of an impression and I don’t remember what she did on there, and she did an episode of Alan Davies’ As Yet Untitled.

I watched As Yet Untitled a few years ago now, and thought she came off badly enough on there to make me dislike her even though I knew pretty much nothing about her. That’s because she told this story:

...I don't want to be all killjoy feminist "actually this comedy story told on a fun comedy show isn't funny, it's stalking and harassment and a component of emotional abuse", but this comedy story told on a fun comedy show isn't funny, it's stalking and harassment and a component of emotional abuse. I've known several people who have been in this situation with an ex-partner, and it's not funny, it's terrifying.

Now, I'm aware that not every single story on As Yet Untitled is 100%, down to each detail true. (I learned this last year, when I got probably disproportionately indignant about seeing that apparently you're allowed to steal someone's stand-up story just because they didn't like your penguin in 2002.) So I assume that Joanne McNally's story has, like plenty on stories that get told on panel shows, been wildly exaggerated or (hopefully) even made up completely.

But even if that's the case, even if none of that story really happened, it still doesn't make me like Joanne McNally to think that she considers that to be a quirky and funny story, rather than one where it looks like she's bragging about committing harassment. That's not great. And unfortunately for her, it's just about the only thing I know about her, so it has shaped my entire opinion.

I will hope she was just making up a wildly over-the-top story to get attention on a panel show, and it does not speak to her underlying character, and I will try to watch her on Taskmaster with an open mind. But I will be going in with some level of bias against her.

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pigeontheoneandonly · 2 years

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WIP Whenever

Not sure that this will ever find a home, but a little scenelet that came to me today, and I like it, so have a gander.

Shepard looked up into the velvet blanket of the night, pricked with stars like shining pins, tacking up the canopy, feeling the cool earth beneath her and the wet prickle of the grass. She raised the cigarette to her lips and took a drag. Blew out smoke, a fog over the light of creation spread out before her.

“Quinn,” she sighed, expelling the name like a curse, like a regret, like a resigned confusion. “I never could bring myself to trust anyone after that. Not completely. We call it heartbroken—I don’t know if there’s an equivalent expression—but that’s how it feels, literally, like something’s torn your heart apart and there’s absolutely nothing you can do, nothing to fight, no way to transfer out any of that pain onto something else just to be rid of it.”

Garrus folded his clawlike hands over his thin abdomen, almost fussily, not looking at her. “Cropsick, I think. Like you’ve got something spikey wedged in there that you can’t dislodge and it hurts every time you move.”

“Sure.” The cigarette dangled in her hand. Abruptly, she said, “It’s unbearable. I fell out of love with her eventually and she’s died since, anyway, and I still can’t bear it. That memory. It’s fucked up so many of my relationships because there’s always that little bit I hold back, because I can’t face even the possibility of that happening again.”

“My dad,” he said, after a moment. “Look, he’s kind of an ass, and I’m the same, but he loves my mother. When she started getting sick, he was bracing, then as it sank in that he was going to lose her, eventually, no matter what we did, he was desperate. Seeing a man that hard, that dignified, brought to public desperation…” He trailed off, and cleared his throat. “It changed something. Nothing could be worth that price. Dalliances are fine. But…”

“Yeah.” Then she looked at him sidelong, and held it, even though he didn’t look back, until he released a sigh of his own.

“What gave it away?” he asked, a touch rueful.

“The way you defended Tali to that asshole c-sec officer. Even she was telling you to back off by the end.” Not that he’d been wrong. But it had been a little righteous, even for Garrus.

Turians couldn’t blush, but he’d stiffened up slightly, as with embarrassment. “I’m an idiot. I avoided relationships because I saw what my mom’s illness did to my father, and then I find someone who’ll get deathly sick if her suit leaks.”

Shepard chuckled, not unkindly, more than a little directed at herself, and turned back to the sky. “Not an idiot. Just a fool like the rest of us.”

#wip whenever #labyrinth #nathaly shepard

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vintage-bentley · 9 months

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final thoughts words opinions etc before the release in a few hours (so i have something to read before i go cold turkey on social media bc i wont be able to watch for at least 2 weeks and cannot ruin this for myself) GO:

Ahh good luck with going cold turkey! I’m sorry you have to wait 😭💕

I’m excited. At first I was really worried that this would be a classic case of the sequel being a shitty cash grab that shouldn’t exist…but from the clips we’ve seen, it looks good. So I trust that I’ll love it just as much as the first season, if not more because apparently it focuses even more on A/C.

As far as the elephant in the room goes…I really want to believe we aren’t being baited. The “leak” was directly from an Amazon pride promo, it feels weird for it to be included if it wasn’t actually romance. And the marketing is being so heavy-handed on the idea of romance, it would honestly be the stupidest corporate decision ever to do that if it was just bait. There’s also the Sheen “best buddies” comment which gives me a lot of hope, because it’s such an unusual way to put it that it feels like it’s an inside joke. And the recent reviews seem to be implying there’s romance. So, I’ve got my hopes up. As always, I’m staying cautiously optimistic, but on a scale from 0 (cautiously) to 10 (optimistic), I’m a 9.

I’m SUPER excited about there being lesbians. I’m worried about the fact that they’re written by a straight man…and I’m really hoping they’re treated normally and not either over or under sexualised. But I’m optimistic about this too, just because I love Nina so much from what we’ve seen of her. She seems well written and well acted, so I can only assume the same will go for Maggie, and hope that the same goes for their relationship.

Aside from ineffable husbands and The Lesbians (I’ve seen retro wives suggested as a ship name which is adorable), I think the thing I’m looking forward to most is more historical scenes. Season 1 episode 3’s opening is my favourite part of the series and I’ve watched it so many times, I just love seeing all the different costumes and seeing the husband’s relationship develop over time. I’m excited to see more of that. Especially the 40’s scene. I’m most excited about one particular historical scene that people talked about after the screening, I won’t say more than that, if you know you know, if you don’t you’ve probably purposefully avoided that information and I applaud your restraint lol.

Now, if the show ends up not being bait, I won’t hate Neil as much as I’ve grown to, but I still won’t love him. Because I think the way he’s handled concerns about baiting is incredibly insensitive and out of touch. He seems to think that this is the same as teasing a long awaited straight couple, so he can be as secretive and coy as he wants. This line of thinking completely ignores the fact that gaybaiting is a real problem, that viewers have been burned by before and don’t want to be burned by again. As great as it would be if gay couples could be anticipated and teased the same way straight couples are…we just aren’t there yet. We’re still at a point where LGB fans aren’t at ease watching a romance build up between two men or women, because we know there’s a chance it won’t go anywhere. Like I’ve said before, knowing that OFMD was a romance before going into it made the viewing experience much more pleasant for me than it would’ve been going in without that knowledge. Because knowing it was a romance allowed me to enjoy it as such…while not knowing would’ve had me going “I’m crazy, I’m just seeing what I want to see, that won’t happen” the whole time (and it sounds like that was the experience for many people who saw it before hearing about it from others!). That’s something OSA people don’t experience when seeing themselves on screen. So if there’s a whole crowd of LGB viewers basically begging you to save us that frustration and doubt, “wait and see if you’re being baited” isn’t exactly the best attitude to have. Especially when you’re on tumblr, and could easily put a yes or no answer under a read more prefaced with many spoiler warnings. Again, unfortunately, we just aren’t at the point yet where anticipating a gay ship is the same as anticipating a straight ship.

It just feels like Neil doesn’t have any compassion for his LGB viewers who don’t want to be baited yet again, which is really annoying considering he seems to think of himself as an amazing ally.

So, if it ends up being bait, obviously I’ll be angry. If it doesn’t end up being bait, I’ll be happy but also annoyed at how Neil made us feel crazy for even hoping for this outcome.

I think that pretty much sums up what’s going on in my head right now! 😄

#asks #anon

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The thing about people saying Sara in season 2 is driven by her sexual awakening and “love” for august is that it forgets that she made a deal with august in season 1 for no other reason than to live at Hillerska. That is despicable because it was about child pornography of her BROTHER! That she “fell in love” with him later makes it even worse to me.

That's not true - she WAS attracted to August in season 1. She didn't sleep with him ONLY as a way to get into the school - we see hints of her attraction to him when she picks up the polaroid in Felice's room and caresses it.

As Sara said, she thought August genuinely felt bad about it and felt that he could atone for it. She saw the version of him that she wanted to see - as she says in the book discussion scene, sometimes love is projecting everything onto the other person. She had a rude awakening when she realized she put too much faith in him to do the right thing and that he'd always put himself first, even if he did refuse to give up her name as the source of who told him Simon was going to the police.

That doesn't make it not despicable, but you can't ignore that Sara was canonically attracted to August. Sara has a lot going on - she's a vulnerable neurodivergent girl who has never experienced attraction before and has likely never had a boy interested in her before either, so I understood her getting lost in it. I think some people forget that Sara was often very dismissive of Simon in season 1 - she doesn't actually show that much empathy toward him about the video. When he's grieving over it getting released, she makes it about herself by complaining that it's not fair for her to get taken out of Hillerska just because he's "ruining his life". Later on when they're arguing, she tells him he lets everyone piss on him. She also willingly chose to keep August leaking the video a secret so she could get into the school. So for me, it wasn't really that out of character for her to disregard Simon so thoroughly. Is it fair to Simon? Fuck no, but in my opinion, it was in character. It wasn't until everything blew up in her face that she realized how selfish she was.

I just hope that if we see her storyline continue, she starts showing more loyalty to her family.

#ask

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merscylilith · 2 years

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TAKE A DEEP BREATH, then just hold.

I saw two version of about Mikey's dark impulse, one because of Toman's cheering and the other, was these. But when i saw the leaks picture on last Friday. Mikey already got his dark impulse before Mikey approached Sanzu, which means, at the time Mikey already punched Takemichi and Chifuyu. But still, no confirmation about amy of these before the chapter released on Wednesday. But i dying curious what Sanzu says to Mikey , hold on, i attached the pic :

This. Not sure if Mikey already on the dark impulse at this time but by spectating Sanzu's face , definitely he knew what's going on with Mikey, OR there's still anotger scenes before this where Sanzu interferred Mikey and Takemichi's conversation about something and that triggered Mikey's dark impulse, so, he punched Takemichi as someone that near to him, then he goes to Sanzu.

For the another version of Mikey's dark impulse suddenly appear which is because of Toman's cheering, he once shkuted to KMG to not let their spirit die and keep moving but after thr sometime, Mikey saw the spirit of Toman getting loud, is triggered him, it can scratch his ego as the invicible Mikey as his opponent didnt afraif of him, and saw what happened around them, he probably decided to take a matter into his own hands, killing spree.

Mikey's dark impulse appeared because of what Sanzu says, which is lead to this leaks :

Probably the flashback about the real reason behind Sanzu's scars. Really, what makes Mikey's dark impulse got triggered that bad. I know for sure that's not because of "the airplane", just like Samzu said " it's merely triggered ", so, there's something off about Sanzu's scars because of the accusation. I dont wanna side any story, but im sure Sanzu knew something about how Mikey's dark impulse could happened. Only he and Baji knew about these. The story was still off between Mikey and Sanzu, but if Mikey really triggered about that, that's means, the incident between whag happened om the day Sanzu got scars never been settled, which is i doubted it. How Mikey still kept Sanzu as Toman member even he cause so much trouble, really heartwarming.

And also, still doesnt know how Mikey got his dark impulse. So far, Mikey's dark impulse had been displayed three time. First, durimg Valhalla-Toman battle, second, in Three deities war and third, the day Sanzu got scars.

2 out of three was because of the death of his friends, Baji and Draken. Mikey beats Kazutora because of what he did to Baji, and Mikey's dark impulse in Three Deities was because if he remember about Ken-chin ( i still got heartbroken how he always called Draken, Ken-chun after two years they tear apart TT ).

And 1 out 3, still unknown. But for sure, something related to the behind of he giving Sanzu the scars.

This is out of topic for this post but i still confused how KMG know about the fight that going on between Rokuhara Tandai and Brahman after Draken's death, because in the manga, no one mention about the war will be involved KMG, i means, the killer is from Rokuhara Tandai then, the one got murdered was one of Brahman's member, so, it does make sense if the fivht just between Rokuhara and Brahman, so, what's the point of KMG join the fight? Takeomj said the fight for Draken, is Mikey knew about the death but acted like he doesnt care when Koko asked him ? He probably fight for Draken in silent at the time, he even said Draken's name saying " Ken-chin, im feel empty ", and that's how his dark impulse surround him.

Wait, we still got one more :

If Sanzu likes "the other Mikey", that's means , i got two assumption, 1) On the day Sanzu got scars, he must did something to Mikey, intentionally , for what reason, im not sure BUT Sanzu weirdly wanted to get beat down by Mikey's dark impulse, Baji was right, Sanzu weird as ever, huhh. 2) If Sanzu another time leaper, his mission to get Mikey fall into darkness is successful if Mikey in his dark impulse, because he knew Miley would lose control over his real self. [ additional : Sanzu still smile after Mikey knocks him down ]

I would says, Mikey might still need and wanted Koko to grew their illegal bussiness and Mikey once said, that he would never beat woman which is Senju didnt get beat down, he might still remember about Emma. But the reason he wont beat Koko might be something to do with Koko joon KMG in the first place, their agreement that Koko wont got into fight accept to help them only in illegal business, i think that could be the reason OR he might beat Koko after he asking if Koko will stay im KMG or Toman, it's all depends on Koko's answer.

All I want Sanzu and Hanma in safe condition. So, what's happened next after Mikey beat everyone down ? Why can we get into Saturday for the leaks faster ? TT

Ok, you can breath out now.

#tokyo revengers #kantou manji gang #tokrev #bonten #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers theories #mikey sano #sanzu haruchiyo #hanma shuuji #takemichi hangaki #draken

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Forty. Part 4

Not the birthday I wanted to say the least, but this is a moment she needs to be freed from. This is her voice, a voice he made sure she had hidden. Robyn is being freed, she can speak on what he did to her and why not, she is a victim but I won’t say that, it is so very tense here but that is because of him, he is panicking but my fingers cannot be felt now, I cannot feel them at all with the way she has gripped on to my hand “Chris” looking away from Jay and at Robyn “what do you want me to do?” she asked me, she doesn’t need to ask me “no Robyn, what do you want to do?” I said it back to her, she doesn’t need me, she doesn’t need to be even asking me either “to be free” nodding my head “then twin, be free. This is your moment, say it” I said to her, she swallowed hard “you made me feel like I asked for it, you know what hurts the most you thought I was a foreign whore, you put that narrative out there that every man I was with assumed I put out, it made me scared of men and when I told you about Rocky and how I needed help, he wasn’t being good with me you said to me use it. You whined and dined me, I honestly before that point saw you as a elder, a father but you did that to me” she sobbed out crying “then to shut me up you showed me what you could do, and you put out the narrative that I am easy” chewing on my bottom lip “and it’s always affected me, I think on how I would be if I didn’t have Chris with me, if I didn’t find him because I don’t think I would have settled. You ruined me mentally and I became so dark, I was making dark music because I was hurt and nobody knew why but then” she paused sniffling “then you sabotaged me at every moment and I realise why, you wanted me but you had to remain with Beyonce, you’re stuck and you know it, there is so many female artists, young ones. And it happens to them, I will go public with this. I want you and Jay Brown’ name taken away from everything, I don’t ever want to speak to you, I want to be free. I want this to be the most happiest and calmest release. You release me, you release my husband from this hold. I was always scared of this because of the power you hold but, I actually have the power” I am so fucking proud of her.

She is shaking, I don’t blame her for shaking because this is a big moment for her but I can’t be more proud of her. He is so silent, he doesn’t know what to do or even say about this “this can’t come out” that is all he cares about “this would ruin everything” I clenched my jaw and looked at him “you mean people will find out how many other women you have done this too huh? How many underage girls you have done that too? You know the power Rihanna holds, you will be locked up, you will be divorced, kids don’t want to know their paedophile dad, imagine that” for once in his bastard life he looks scared “I am sorry” Robyn cringed “don’t speak to her, give her what she wants!” I yelped out “everything and more, anything just this can’t come out. I will make a contract and give it to you” he said “no nigga, you ain’t in the place to make demands, we want the contract now! I want in words that you will give everything to Robyn, give it her back. Nothing to do with us ever again so fucking do it Jay” I said, I am not waiting for shit “can I step out then? I won’t go anywhere” I waved him off “I want it now though; she is wanting to speak. Remember that” I pointed; he needs to understand that she will say it. Jay got up from his seat, I think he is really panicking now, he knows that he is close to having all this shit leaked out.

Robyn and I have been in silence, I mean I do feel bad about doing this but they really owned Robyn and she didn’t see it, I did though. They was ruining things for us as a family, keeping her away from us “Maxwell has really taught you good” Robyn said to me which made me smile “oh he told me not to do this though he said that I’m acting off impulse but he said that I need to apologise, I am pushing away people that love me and I need to stop before these people do go and then what, he said that I’m being an asshole” I laughed, looking at Robyn she is so very sad “are you actually sad or just hurting?” I don’t know why I asked that “hurting, but I want to say it to my mom. I want to be freed fully and I want to tell her because she affected my life too” smiling at her lightly “that is fine, I think your mother is going to breakdown crying, she’s going to be very upset to hear that” Robyn smiled lightly “you loved a broken person” I breathed out smiling “you also loved a broken person too, that’s love Robyn. We love each other, and I pray I can be a better man for you and that you can deal with me at my most broken, I have more to come, and I’m scared that you know, the way I can push you and I don’t blame you for wanting to go because I mean this is hard to deal with, having to deal with where my moods can be. The way I am, the way I am with you, and I feel so bad Robyn, I totally understand if you would prefer to just keep us as friends” Robyn shook her head “no, I don’t want you to be away from me, I just think we need to not think like that. What I want for us to start having fun again, being us, knowing you again. I don’t want us to jump but I think it’s something we need to discuss in regards to the home, the home you have because what about us?” licking my lips “that is fine, cool. We can do that, I don’t think we should let him off, I mean it’s down to you but don’t sign any contract, when he comes in we just tell him to fuck off and say we are going public because why should he get away with it?” I think Jay is sick “but I don’t want to be a victim publicly” she is right and I get what she wants “let him sweat, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do” I hope she takes my advice with that.

Jay came back into room “we are going to draw up papers and you will be free from this” he said like who the fuck does he think he is, that he can get away with what he has done “I need to think on it” Robyn let my hand go and got up from the seat “what? You have got to sign it!?” he spat “or what? What are you going to do Jay! You tell me what the fuck are you going to do?” oh Robyn has her voice, oh this is the Robyn I know “exactly! You have everything to lose, I don’t. I have my husband and my kids at home! Fuck you, Chris let’s go. And motherfucker I will think about signing that, I think Blue needs to know what pervert her dad is” getting up from the seat, Robyn has really just changed like that, she has found her voice and I love that for her “I would count your days” walking behind Robyn, he should be sacred “wait, hey” jogging over to her “by the way” I said, making our way to the elevator “Raihan is here” Robyn stopped “what!?” she spat “where!?” oh her baby is here so she is going to want him “at the hotel with my bodyguard” Robyn’ mouth fell open “you left my baby with a bodyguard!? All this time, are you serious?” nodding my head “well I didn’t want to drag him along because he doesn’t exactly like me” she is not happy “you left him with a bodyguard!? I am not happy, take me to him now!” she spat, I knew she wouldn’t approve of this but I didn’t want to drag him around everywhere with me but clearly she isn’t going to see it that way, now I am going to witness the dramatic Robyn.

Walking into the hotel living room “you said an hour!” Big D shouted “he peed on me” I sniggered “baby, oh my god” Raihan perked up, he turned around “mommy” he said, seeing his face light up before then turning that smile into a frown and then he cried, of course he cried and of course he is going to get me into some shit because Robyn doesn’t play with Raihan “awww no, come here” Robyn picked him up as he cried out saying mommy, he has missed her a lot but she has created this brat, she needs to deal with him too. Crossing my arms across my chest as Raihan held onto Robyn crying his heart out “how was he?” I asked “upset, bro you said you would be back, you came in late and then left again, he is in the same clothes you left him in” Robyn’ head darted in my direction “how could you! I didn’t know he was here, how fucking could you Chris! Are you serious with this” he had to say this “I need to go out and see somebody, I will leave you both to reunite” I walked away slowly “you know what Chris that will be the best fucking choice because I am so angry at you, how could you! You was neglecting leaving him with a bodyguard!? Someone he really barely knows, fucking hell Chris” let go quickly “I need to see friends, you know. But stay here, I might be back late” I laughed before just leaving, well I didn’t leave slowly it was quick because she is too mad and I do not want to deal with this anger right now.

All camera phones on me and all eyes on me as the waiter bought over a cake with a sparkler for me, it was nice Herb came out for me and some of the boys, Rocky and some peers here, I didn’t really want to do anything for my birthday but the called me out “thank you” I laughed, I feel my cheeks getting red now as they sang happy birthday to me “thank you” I said again, they all cheered as the cake got placed in front of me “make a wish, make a wish” they chanted, rubbing my hands together as I closed my eyes before blowing the candles out “who the hell did this cake? Y’all got this Costco cake? Ain’t shit niggas” getting up from the seat “this shit was last minute” dapping Herb “I know, I ain’t complaining though” it was nice of him, I mean I prefer to be here then with Robyn with her being so angry at me, she did text me but I said I am out with the boys “what is the plan for after? How you ain’t do shit for your birthday?” Rocky asked “I am a family man now, I ain’t do that shit no more” he laughed out “I fully expected Rihanna to do a party for you” I shrugged “she hates me but it's whatever, I am fine. But this, it’s enough. I love it” which I do, it’s small and no drama, ain’t no girls here either which I prefer “ayo, you on the blogs again” looking over at Herb “what did I do now?” I have no idea what be happening on there “Rita posted a happy birthday post, she said something like happy birthday to a legend” poking my bottom lip out “wow” I breathed out “she really don’t like to let go or stop but then again the rest of the females do still, I don’t have no bad feelings towards them because I am the issue” which is right “but still, it shows there is things there. But leave it, cute what Rylee posted” I ain’t even see that either “I ain’t see that either” I laughed “I am on it, I will be anyways” I need to check it all.

Kicking my hotel door shut, I bought cake back for them. It is a little dark in here actually “Robyn?” I said making my way to the bedroom, kicking the door open a little to the bedroom and seeing both Raihan and Robyn asleep on my bed with the cartoons on the TV, she must have got bored. Placing the cake on the table, she is missing out on cake but that’s on her. I huffed out sitting on the couch, Robyn hasn’t even acknowledge my birthday, Jah has and most of her team in the room but she didn’t, not even a post. Loading Instagram up, the first post is Jah, that man fancies me badly. I laughed at the picture because I was drunk here, I must have been. Why am I kissing his bald head like that, I was drunk. Scrolling across to the next picture, oh we serving in this picture, we look good. Looking at the caption ‘It’s a real ones birthday today’ liking the post and commenting ‘I think you have a crush on me’ I think he really does, scrolling down and Tianna has posted a picture, this is when Tianna was just born and Rylee was still a baby actually and the photographer took this black and white picture of us on a photoshoot ‘Happy Birthday to my hero, I love you dad have the best day’ liking the post and commenting back ‘Thank you baby, I love you too’ pressing send and then going to the next post and it’s Rylee, it’s a video she has posted, oh this is a video someone has taken of me at one of Rylee’ cheerleading games, watching the way I am smiling so proud. I am proud of my daughters, then it changed, it’s a montage of us together, I am always in the background proud, I like this. Going to the caption ‘My dad, he has been there for me throughout my life, I know what love is thanks to my dad, they say a girl’s first love is their dad and thanks to you, I know what that is. You deserve the world, but the world doesn’t deserve you, you are the most precious but yet most misjudged, I have watched it all and seen it all. Happy Birthday to my hero dad, I hope I can make you proud always’ that got me choked up, that is so sweet of her, being called hero from both of them, that is so precious.

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emeraldiis · 3 years

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Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

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MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

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ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

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ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

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