#para: pretty little bitch
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Para: Pretty Little Bitch || Gwen & Kyla
Red or blue? Kyla stood in her dorm room, a little sweaty after teaching her evening dance class, brushing her hair out as she looked in her lingerie drawer. The princess plug she had recorded herself putting in before class was red, so she chose a bra and thong set to match. Throwing on a skirt and a sweater, she made her way to the dominant dorms. She kneeled and knocked on Gwen’s door, not able to stay on her knees long before she launched herself into the domme’s arms. “That felt like the longest class ever, Miss!”
@gwenmorgandaniels
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tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚
ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader
ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au
ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?
alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬
ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied
NOT PROOF READ YET!
part 1 here!
august 2023
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yourusername forever & always
username2 WHAT?!
username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day
username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING
username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?
username33 y/n is MARRIED?!
username14 omfg she’s so stunning
username81 y/n cheated on me 😭
username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went
username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party
pierregasly jolie fille 🩷
francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out
⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘
charles_leclerc 🤍
⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…
⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not
lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife
⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby
⤷ alex_albon oh?
luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍
estebanocon ouah y/n!
lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur
⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹
⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY
alex_albon nice!
georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏
carmenmmundt 🩷🩷
joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!
⤷ yourusername ❤️
arthur_leclerc 😄😄
heidiberger_ blushing bride!
leclerc_pascale ma belle fille
⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️
liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc, and 108,873 others
lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂
tagged yourusername
yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷
⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍
yourusername u next!!! alex_albon
⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵💫
⤷ lilymhe NEVER
username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭
username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!
⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte
luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵
alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc
alex_albon top night yourusername
⤷ lilymhe omg alex
⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose
⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?
liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 279,093 others
francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒
translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒
tagged yourusername
username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭
username8 the best sister-in-laws
yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever
alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀
⤷ yourusername watch it albono
⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up
⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch
⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking
⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex
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carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍
tagged yourusername, georgerussell63
yourusername carmen!! 🩷
username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP
georgerussell63 😍😍
username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd
alex_albon george looking fitty
⤷ username2363 galex rights!
liked by danielricciardo, lancestroll, and 100,633 others
heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍
username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good
yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍
username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year
username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE
⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭
danielricciardo 😫
liked by scottyjames31, chloestroll, and 187,828 others
daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1
tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31
username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭
username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo
yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend
yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect
scottyjames31 looking fresh DR
username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding
username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY
username64 the parasols 😍
lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername
⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate
⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun
charles_leclerc thanku daniel.
⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…
⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.
⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄
⤷ yourusername money badger frfr
⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!
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maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!
username92 even max was there?!
danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie
⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you
⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe
username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy
username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n
⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES
yourusername thanku maxy 🩷
landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘
⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you
username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….
liked by yourusername, carla.brocker, and 299,882 others
arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍
tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly
username84 so arthur was at the engagement…
⤷ username82 hmmm interesting
carla.brocker 🩷🩷
yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍
username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝
username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT
charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️
username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…
⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement
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carlossainz55 congrats to the happy couple!
tagged yourusername, landonorris
username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀
landonorris hot
username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL
yourusername grazie chilli 😘
charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌
username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹
⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding
liked by yourusername, luisinhaoliveira99, and 677,828 others
landonorris don’t remember much 🍾🍾
tagged luisinhaoliveira99, yourusername
luisinhaoliveira99 🥰
username27 he cleans up NICE
username52 how drunk did he get? 💀
yourusername not surprised lan
carlossainz55 😍
alex_albon i remember everything…
liked by lorenzotl, charles_leclerc, 27,727 others
charlotte2304 🔔💐 love you yourusername
tagged carla.brocker
username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰
lorenzotl ❤️
carla.brocker pretty 🩷
yourusername 🥹 love u love u love u 🥹
username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?
username3 stop being delulu
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isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒
translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!
tagged yourusername
username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm
username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours
yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry
luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!
username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂
carlossainz55 😍
⤷ username55 🤨
charlottesiine isaaaa 🤩
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daniel3.jpg p2
tagged yourusername, landonorris, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc
username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted
username14 pierre and kika 🥹
username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭
username82 omfg this looks so much fun
username27 lando getting litty 💀💀
⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭
yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀
username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community
username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.
charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK
⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game
⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?
username81 oh charles was GONE gone
username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry
scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?
⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔
⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness ��🤣
liked by leclerc_pascale, olliebearman, and 120,838 others
lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.
translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.
tagged yourusername, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly
username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!
username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES
username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE
yourusername awww enzo 🥹
leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍
arthur_leclerc oh 😒😒
⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷♀️😫
⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck
charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!
username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real
username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭
⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭
username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that
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charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘
tagged yourusername
username99 lol nvm
username87 i’m actually going to SOB
username2 damn i’m still rooting for them
username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY
yourusername ❤️
username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.
⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us
⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.
username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE
pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮💨
username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji
username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here
username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.
username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.
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pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!
tagged yourusername, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, lorenzotl
username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.
username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭
username01 best brother sister duo
username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre
⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.
yourusername pierre 🥹🥹
username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON
username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles
⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.
⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.
⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man
username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby
username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away
username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???
⤷ username46 people can like yk lie
⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?
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yourusername a fairytale 💒
username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale
username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped
username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩
lilymhe my princess 🥹
⤷ yourusername loml iloveuiloveiloveu thanku sm for everything and all of ur help lils
username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭
pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.
⤷ yourusername je t’aime
francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ✨✨
carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏
arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️
⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺
charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote
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nadie como mi pantera [miguel o’hara]
PAIRING — SPIDER-MAN 2099 x ANOMALY!READER
TROPE — enemies to fuckers (?)
WORD COUNT — 2.4k+
WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!READER. cursing, injuries, legal age-gap, mentions of male and female masturbation, mentions of trauma, dark!miguel, heavy degradation, marking, biting, venom-play (?), a little bit of objectification, degrading names and descriptions, pet-names, dub-con, breast/nipple play, fingering, clit-play, bondage, public sex, size difference, penetrative sex (p! in v!), jealousy, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, miguel being down bad for reader, basically.
A/N — you really thought i wouldn’t write for papí? i don’t like this but i had to write for miguel and i had to write for him as soon as possible. i was listening to this C.R.O song that inspired me to write this, so, i hope you enjoy my take at my favorite kind of miguel fiction! i’d love to hear your thoughts in my asks <3
lowercase intended.
LISTENING TO — ‘Por La Carretera’ by C.R.O and ‘This Love’ by Pantera.
NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]
“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.” — you can’t run forever, bitch.
‘viejo’ — old man
“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo.” — stupid, horny fucking bastard.
“joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así.” — fuck, bitch. choke on my cock just like that.
gilipollas — asshole
“si insistes, cariño.” — if you insist, honey.
querida — dear
“dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” — my god, how can a girl be so pretty yet so dumb?
puta — bitch
“yo también pensé en mi pantera…” — i thought of my pantera, too…
“𝐴𝑌， 𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝐿𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑂 𝑇𝑈́,”
running was all you knew.
at the sight of danger, in the fear of things, you ran; or perhaps, your pride didn’t allow it to be called, “fleeing”.
either way, despite being the most notorious villain of your world, you were running away from a monster chasing you, and so you ran like him, on all fours.
“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.”
you hear him grunt, leaping from building-to-building.
he ached, not that you knew, but he ached to catch a hold of you, and for reasons he wasn’t willing to reflect upon right now.
he just needed more than the ghost of your touch against his talons for hands, to feel the softness of your flesh against his claws, not for a moment, but an eternity.
“mírame, viejo.”
“can’t catch me.” you spoke the same few words you always did to him, before leaping through yet another portal, except you were slow; fatally, too slow. so when just about your upper half slid through the dimensional portal, you were yanked back into hell by the devil himself attached to your calf.
miguel o’hara’s claws sinked deep into your flesh.
“caught you.”
you were the root cause of all his problems these days. the pinnacle of his annoyance, agitation, and arousal.
“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo,” he’d often curse at night, following the lines, “joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así,” pumping his throbbing cock at the thought, the sight of you, hidden behind mounds of paperwork, peering at the multiple cameras he’d installed in your apartment.
a part of him cherished the cat-and-mouse chase, yearned for it. the other, rational, heroic bit knew he was wrong. he should’ve captured you at your most vulnerable; spread wide apart, rubbing leisurely at your swollen clit, but he didn’t. he simply couldn’t do anything but breathe haphazardly, or unzip his suit and start stroking himself at the pace with which you fingered yourself.
he thought he was in the clear, letting this continue for months, but jessica seemed to have caught on, offering to catch you for him, which was when he snapped; at her, and at any spider who dare mention your name.
there was talk at the tables, you were labelled the sexiest, most beautiful anomaly. multiple peters lined up to offer to be appointed to you, but it only added fuel to the fire that was miguel o’hara’s temper.
his efficiency, skill, and authority were at stake. and so, he finds himself chasing after you, yet again.
only this time, he didn’t let you escape.
his own eyes widened when his talon ripped through your limb. the colour left his face, a panicked expression painted all over his hidden face. carefully, yet fervently he removed them from your leg. by the time he did so, he was on top, and you were right beneath him, pressed so tightly against his chest.
instinctively, you raised your ass, pressing into his constricted crotch. the gesture knocked the air out of miguel, who had deemed you to be in agony from the cut on your leg, but when miguel looked back at your black suit, he saw healed flesh through the torn fabric; soft and tender, like the rest of you.
he took off his mask, turning you over.
he took off yours, too. it were as if another moment without seeing your face would’ve sent him spiralling madly into the multiverse of armageddon.
solace, is what your face brought. agony, is what it put him through. everything about you, be it y/n y/l or his pantera was so, so perfect.
her eyes, mere slits staring at him with offence and hatred, yet the pupils dilate when his grip on your waist tightens, her plump lips muttering various curses at his name, but even the most vile profanities sounded like honeyed words of love coming from those perfect, bordeaux lips. her frown, her cute nose, her perfect hair, a mess underneath her mask, framing perfectly against her frame; so tiny compared to the mammoth monster towering over her.
she is perfect, and nobody does it like her.
nobody ruins canons like her, and she’s got every reason. the things she’s been through, miguel knows an angelita like her doesn’t deserve anything she’s had to endure. it all made her stronger, until she was blamed for things she had no control over; her powers, her ability to survive. her perfection, that the world tried to take advantage of. so, it comes as no surprise to miguel o’hara that the sweet y/n y/l resorted— no, was pushed to the dark side.
as much as he sympathises, and even cares for the girl he’s grown fond of, the girl that calls him ‘viejo’ with utmost conceit, he must teach her a lesson.
one she’d remember.
“i told you i’d catch you.” he leaned closer, a baritone in his velvet voice. “fuck off, miggy.” if it weren’t for ‘viejo’, it were ‘miggy’. see, o’hara wasn’t the only one spying, and y/l did enough digging to find out all about him, hence the constant reminder of their age-gap. the only difference between the two was that y/n stopped watching after what was useful, whereas miguel deemed eyeing her figure 24/7 as very necessary; even when she’d change in her room, and especially when it was into a skimpy dress to go out with some lowlife edgelord that couldn’t even pay for her drink.
miguel still has the fuckface hanging upside down in some alleyway in some multiverse.
nobody touches pantera.
“hermosa, don’t talk to me like that,” he warned in response to your curse. “oh, bite me, gilipollas.” you smirked, not anticipating his next move.
“si insistes, cariño.” he shrugged before releasing his fangs from their pillowy casing, his plump lips, to reach for your pulse point and bite. hard.
her shriek of pain turned into a wanton moan when he injected a small dose of venom into her, licking the open wound clean, savouring the ferric sweetness.
“damn you, son of a bitch,” you huffed in between breaths, “what have you done to me?” he groaned against your skin, setting every inch ablaze.
he breathed in your scent, face pressed in your slowly bleeding neck, before spreading your limbs wide and apart. he rose, shooting webs on each ending, one by one, tying you in place.
you were trapped in his embrace, on the helipad of a skyscraper. before realisation dawned in on you, miguel was dragging his mouth over your body, from the throat downwards, his protruding fangs ripping through whatever fabric came in the way, and soon enough, he had ripped through your suit, till he was right above your cunt.
a smirking miguel eyed you, conceit and shamelessness painted all over his flawless face. his large hands gripped the ripped suit from each slit and tore it off of you, leaving you only in your panties. “fucking hell, querida, no bra?” his face contorted in need at the sight of your bountiful chest, nipples hardening when the cold air of nueva york hit them.
his mouth felt obliged to latch onto both of your buds, paying the heed they so desperately craved. “days,” he began, “only i know how weeks, months went by in craving you.” “you make me hate myself, y/n.” “you don’t belong here,” he had moved on to your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses. raising himself just enough to eye you, he dipped two of his fingers into his fanged mouth, covering them in spit, before burying his face back into your neck and plunging a finger inside you.
you moaned, grinding against the palm of his large hand to provide some relief to your throbbing clit.
“you’re an anomaly,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him, not even letting him bury himself knuckle deep. “and yet, you’re dying to fuck me.” you managed to mock miguel. “didn’t say you’re not insatiable.” his calculating eyes were fixated on the sight of your pussy swallowing his fingers.
spreading your lips apart using his index and ring finger, he plunged further into you. soon enough, while he still cursed your existence out in spanish, three of his fingers were fucking you open causing a delicious tremor of pain to run through you.
when your eyes closed in awaiting excruciating pleasure, he bit into the same, now healed, skin of your neck injecting a larder dosage of the apparent venom. “eyes on me, querida.”
he feigned a look of inncocece whereas nothing about your acts was innocent.
he looked angelic while committing the devil’s sins, fingering you at godspeed while his crimson eyes stared into your soul.
“gonna come, love? sí, good girl, let it all out f’me.” and you did.
spasming around his fingers, you let out pent-up frustration of months, because the truth is, you’ve always been a woman of reciprocity.
an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,
an orgasm for an orgasm.
“i wanna suck it.” you whined between pants, trying to break free from the webbed bondage. “hm, tempting,” the clocks of contemplation seemed to be ticking behind those crimson eyes, “but no.” he shook his head, creating regrettable distance between the two of you. “but i want it—” you whined,
“and i want you to go back to your universe. for the sake of the multivers—”
“oh, to hell with you and your multiverse, o’hara. just fuck me and get it over with.”
you rolled your eyes, but were soon put in regret when a hand wrapped around your throat.
“you think that’s all i’m gonna do? dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” he ‘tsked’, “i’m not just gonna ‘fuck you and get it over with’, i’m gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you had no idea when he had the time to discard his lower half of the suit, until you felt something sinister and sinful rubbing against your slit.
“so wet, querida. and all for me?” he groaned shamelessly, the sound resonating in your core. villainous tendencies getting the best of you, you couldn’t help but tease, “not really, i thought peter b. would swing by.” you shot him a shit-eating grin, trying your level best not to show how pleasurable his cock rubbing against you felt.
you knew you were fucked when he clenched his jaw, crimson eyes glowing to a dangerous fluorescent scarlet, before he laughed dryly, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”
you yelped when he turned you around, shooting more webs onto your constricted frame. in your new position, you were forced to lie with your back arched, tits pressed against the cold concrete, unwavering with how greatly they were held in place. each limb was securely taped to the floor, every inch of your body covered in sticky webs, all except the very hole where he’d shoot in his special web.
“you like this, puta? i know i do.” he said, stroking your leaking slit with his cock.
“my very own glory hole.”
he didn’t give you a moment to retaliate, instantly shoving his entire length inside you.
you were a goner.
from the way his anomaly of a cock slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, in full combat with your cervix, to the way his heavy balls slapped your clit, his talons ripping two holes just around your areoles to pull and pinch your nipples.
“miguel…” you moaned repeatedly, like a chant praising the god on his knees behind you. “what happened to ‘viejo’, hm? you like this old man’s cock too much to care now? yeah? too cock-drunk on an older guy?” he growled, in between unfaltering thrusts. “it’s okay, bébé, this pussy is my reward, too. isn’t it? i’ve been so patient with you. ‘never complaining when you touch yourself.”
“i’m not selfish like that. i want my hermosa to touch herself when she thinks of me. i know you say my name, cariño. i know you say ‘miguel’.” you buried your face further in your shame, cheek pressed against the cold concrete. “it’s okay, yo también pensé en mi pantera when i fuck my fist.”
you moaned at the thought of him jerking off to you, ready to give all the pennies in the world for his thoughts, his fantasies you’re more than obliged to fulfil.
“i’m gonna cum—” you managed to warn just in time as you creamed on his cock. “sí, querida. so good f’me.” he brought two fingers to your clit, overstimulating your high.
you writhed around, but miguel wouldn’t budge.
he still fucked in and out of you, bottomed out completely, to just the tip in, all with relentless speed and vigour.
“fuck, your cunt is so tight, y/n. hell, i might just keep you.”
“mi pantera is my fuckdoll.”
the overstimulation killing you, “no more… n-no more!” you moaned wantonly, but miguel didn’t stop his fervent flicks on your clit, nor the torturous pummelling your pussy was enduring.
when you neared your second orgasm, miguel made sure you reached it, but didn’t give you the satisfaction of riding out your high. pulling out, he gently tapped on your pussy, watching it spasm around nothingness, and then he slammed his cock inside you, letting your gaping pussy milk him dry.
the sight was something to see.
miguel o’hara, the work-consumed maniac who never let anyone see any side of him other than solemnity, had more expression on his face than ever before. face contorted in pleasure as he shot ropes of his load into you, grip tightening around your hips, his plump lit ripping between his sharp teeth.
“fuck,”
“𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑶 𝑴𝑰 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨.”
he groaned, staying buried deep inside of you for a few more lingering moments.
he slashed your constricts, hesitantly pulling out his cock from your hole, its new home.
“still hell-bent on wreaking havoc?” he asked, flipping your spent body over, placing a lustful kiss on your swollen lips. “no, sir.” you whispered softly, causing a wave of arousal to wash over miguel, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to act on it.
“good, because i was serious about keeping you.” he stared you dead in the eyes, wrapping those colossal arms around your body; like putty in his hands. putting on his suit again, he carried you away in the still of the night.
your villainous days, perhaps, are over, but something tells you, you and miguel are far from it.
#spider man: across the spider verse#spider-man#spider man#spider man 2099#miguel x y/n#miguel x you#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x reader smut#smut#spiderman 2099#spiderman x reader#spiderman smut#anomaly#villain#miguel x anomaly#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel ohara#spiderman 2099 spiderverse#spiderman 2099 smut#c.r.o#pantera
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Hiii Can I make a request? I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could do one with pedri. It would be smut, like you have a toy inside of you which he's controlling and you two are buying in a supermarket or in your parent's house or his parent's house. And he is teasing you, also if you can do that they will end up doing it.
Control over you (Pedri x Reader) smut
Warnings: use of vibrator in public, Pedri being a lovable bitch, smut, mentions of Pedri's injury, fucking on the car, lots of Spanish
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You are starting to think that with his injury, your boyfriend is having too much time to think about dumb stuff to do.
That's at least the explanation you give yourself when he convinces you of going out with your brand new vibrator inside of you, neither you or him knowing exactly how to control it, but about to learn.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend learns way too fast and is now having the time of his life while on dinner with his parents.
"¿Estás bien, y/n?" his mother asks you, Rosy adores you and always has an eye out to check on you "Estás un poco roja, ¿no te estarás enfermando?" (are you ok, y/n? You are looking a bit red, are you coming down with something?)
To be honest, you are a bit out of your mind with the strong vibrations inside of you, Pedri being the little shit he is increasing the intensity as you are about to speak, making you bite down on your lip, then answer "Sisi, solo un poco acalorada" (yes yes, only a bit warm)
Everyone but Pedri gives you a strange look, yet none say anything, your boyfriend leans down next to your ear, his big hand resting on your thigh to tease you even more "Hace diez grados amor, te podrías haber buscado una excusa mejor" (it's ten degrees, love, you surely could have come up with a better excuse)
You glare at him, about to reprimand him when once more the intensity increases, making you bit back a moan once more, trembling a bit as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.
"No me digas que mi niña bonita ya se va a correr" he places a kiss on your cheek when no one is watching "¿Te vas a venir aquí delante de mis padres? ¿Vas a dejar que vean que no eres para nada como se piensan? Solo una puta deseando que la folle" (don't tell me my pretty girl is about to cum. Are you going to cum here in front of my parents? Gonna let them see you are nothing like they think you are? Just a whore begging me to fuck her)
There are low whines escaping your mouth as your whisper "Pepi, por favor, vayamonos a casa, no quiero correrme aquí, quiero hacerlo con tu polla dentro mio" (Pepi, please, let's go home, I don't want to cum here, I want to do it with my cock inside of me)
Your boyfriend thinks about it for a minute, still his thumb moving up and down on his phone screen to tease you with the levels of pleasure. He finally stands up, taking your hand into his as his parents and brother watch you "Mejor nos vamos a casa, que y/n en verdad se siente un poco enferma" (we better go home, y/n is feeling a bit sick)
Worry for you takes over everyone's faces, specially Pedri's mother who stands up to check on you.
"Nos vamos todos si queréis" she says, being in Barcelona everyone is staying back on your house. (we can all go if you want)
Pedri shakes his head "Que va que va, seguid con el plan, el cine y tal. Ya nos veremos luego" he hands his mother the money for everyone's dinner plus the movies and drags you out of the restaurant. (nono, you follow the plan, cinema and the rest. We will see each other later)
Pedri has one hand on the steering wheel, the other has his fingers thrusting roughly inside of you as you play with your clit. He tries his best to keep his eyes focused as you fuck yourself on the passenger seat.
There is no music on the car, only the sweet sounds of your unrestrained moans over the sound of Pedri's teasing.
"¿Disfrutas de mis dedos follandote, amor? Te vas a venir aquí con ellos dentro tuyo. Sigue tocandote, te pones tan puto apretada" (are you enjoying my fingers fucking you, love? You are going to cum here with them inside of you. Keep on touching yourself, you become so fucking tight)
You whine, high pitched "Pedri, por favor, te necesito dentro ya, no puedo aguantar más" (Pedri, please, I need you inside now, I can't handle this anymore)
"Joder, cariño, no me lo pones nada fácil" (dammit darling you make this so difficult)
He keeps on complaining, all while parking the car on the side of the road, on a point that no one passing by will be able to see you. He pushes his seat back, hasty hands unbuckling his belt as he indicates you to undress too "Venga bonita, dejame verte entera" (come on, pretty, let me see all of you)
As soon as you are undresses, he throws your clothes on the back as your hands lift up his sweatshirt, you too want to see him whole, almost salivating at the sight of his thick cock standing tall against his stomach, tip red and precum coming out from it, looking ready as ever to reach extasis.
Pedri doesn't waste time, picking you up by your waist and placing you above him, your hole lining up with his cock, then dropping you into him, taking him whole, you letting a loud moan out at the feeling of being so full, trembling as you grab into his shoulders, neither you or him waisting time to move your hips.
He grinds into you, his lips attached to your neck and going lower to your breasts he is so obsessed with. You look down, head dropping back at the sight of his entirety all inside of you, his cock stained with both of your juices.
"Joder, amor, no voy a aguantar mucho" (dammit, love, I won't last much)
You are pleading, big, glossy eyes looking up into his "Da igual, vente dentro mio, necesito sentirte completamente" (doesn't matter, cum inside me, I need to feel all of you)
The sounds coming from Pedri's mouth are animalistic, primitive, pleasure has completely taken over his foggy mind, he is in complete control, hard thrusts one after the other, he moves you up and down as if you don't weight anything.
One particularly hard thrust does it for you walls tightening around him and squirting everywhere, he lets out the hottest moan you have ever heard as he fills you up to the brim. His head drops to your shoulder, he doesn't move from your insides.
Suddenly, his phone dings, and with half a mind he picks it up, surprised when he sees the message coming from his brother.
¿Donde estáis? Que hemos venido a casa directamente y no habéis llegado
Where are you? That we have come directly home and you are not here
You turn red at the next next
Por cierto, dile a y/n que tiene que mejorar su actuación. Dais puto asco haciendo eso en la comida
Also, tell y/n she has to improve her acting. You two are fucking disgusting doing that while we eat
#pedri#barca#fc barca#pedri headcanon#pedri imagine#pedri x reader#spanish nt#barcelona#spain national team#spain nt#pedri smut
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HOTD greek mythology thoughts - Harwin as Hades
I love imagining Harwin as the sort of Hades of westeros. A chill dude. Lives in a haunted house where spirits come & go freely (Harrenhall). He enjoys their company even though he has limited spiritual connection to the other side.. or maybe he's just good at pretending while near the living to avoid frightening them and to avoid people gossiping about him. Harwin has no control over the dead, no one does. They are simply his silent companions whose unintelligible whispers have long become his comfort. Alys is the one who actually befriends them, plays with them, learns spells from them, unafraid to be perceived a 'witch'. Harwin tries to be show more restraint, but Lyonel still takes him away at a young age to King's Landing, hoping that if his son has more distance from that house and his older sister, he wouldn't go mad.
Still, Harwin's best friend is an 8 year old boy called Reggie Rivers who sometimes changes into a 22 year old bard singing the most melancholic yet melodious tunes. He is a lonely spirit who has been haunting the halls of Harrenhall longer than Harwin's father has been alive (in canon, I imagine Reggie waits for him to return for years and then he doesn't let the doors open when the fire starts so that Harwin would never be able to leave their house again and they could stay together in the afterlife. The lonely boy comforts his crying spirit and promises him that his sons would be returned to him in less than a decade).
Instead of Cerebrus, a three headed dog, Harwin has his three sons Jace, Luke & Joffrey. Joffrey is the first one to see a ghost despite being the youngest. It's because Joffrey Sr.'s ghost often hovered around him protectively, adopting him from the afterlife while smiling longingly at Laenor. Harwin is surprised because Dragon magic keeps the dead away pretty much.. he never expected his sons to have that side of a Strong in them despite all of them looking like him.
Rhaenyra is his reverse Persephone (more on the reverse part at the end para!) without the incest. Funny how the incest gets eradicated despite it being an hotd AND greek myth au. Though now I'm imagining how much Rhaenyra would enjoy calling Harwin 'uncle' lmfao.
Laenor is totally Poseidon because he's a Velaryon and has a good relationship with Harwin. Larys can be Zeus because shitty rapist little brothers. Alys, along with his other two sisters as Demeter, Hestia and Hera. I like the thought of Alys as another Hades.. or Demeter, since Alys's powers have a more broad spectrum.
Now imagine the Hades and Persephone kidnapping thing but reversed. Rhaenyra kidnaps Harwin, and Alys is pissed because that dragon bitch stole her little bro and decides to cause havok that brings westeros to its knees. So, ultimately Rhaenyra has to compromise so that Harwin spends half an year at the Red Keep and the other half at Harrenhall, keeping both women happy and less likely to commit murder.
PS VERY IMPORTANT! He can punch ghosts in the face! Harwin is the 'breakbones' of both the living world and beyond!
#hotd au#fanfictionroxs writes#house of the dragon#harwin strong#alys rivers#jacaerys targaryen#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#rhaenyra targaryen#laenor velaryon#larys strong#rhaewin#hotd greek mythology au#lyonel strong#hotd#rhaenyra x harwin#harwin breakbones
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FDC LOSERS GET NO BITCHES💞💞💞
something i want to say first and foremost: there will be asks of questionable morality and asks that show the "uglier" side of NPD, it is a trauma disorder and more often than not it does not have pretty symptoms.
if you are an egotypical here to learn about NPD, you need to know no one here is going to be a "model minority" or whatever you're thinking. if you've come here to learn, you need to be open and aware many of us do not have "pretty" symptoms and this is a space we will not hide that in.
i am open to this being a space where egotypicals can read about our symptoms and experiences but ultimately, this space is not for you. this is a space for people with NPD and we will not filter ourselves just because it makes you uncomfortable.
heyo! like mentioned in the description this is a safe place and culture blog for people with narcissistic personality disorder to share their experiences :)
about the admin:
our names are poker, chorus, or fate
our collective pronouns are they/he and we collectively identify as a genderqueer aroace mspec lesbian
we're a polyfragmented system
we are clusters a, b, and c. we have NPD, HPD, BPD, AvPD, PPD, and are now heavily questioning StPD.
we're autistic and have ADHD
we're bodily white and ethnically jewish
frequent fronters:
🧋 - they/it/mint/nova+ - primary host, npd + hpd symptoms holder
📻 - he/him - secondary host, persecutor, bpd symptoms holder
🌃 - he/it - co-host, soother
🎶 - coffin/thou/they/she+ - co-host, homicidal thoughts holder
🥤 - he/him - sidesystem host
fun fact, there's a polish version of this blog! @bycie-narcyzem-to
we also run @hpdcultureis and @polyfragcultureis
tags:
media - npd character headcanons (and sometimes even characters who canonically have npd)
song reccs - songs with npd vibes
ableist creators - creators who use ableist language/demonize pwnpd/ect (i've said it once and i will say it again, this tag is not inherently meant to 'cancel' anyone in it or say they are malicious. i understand a lot of people are just ignorant and misinformed but i still believe pwnpd deserve to be warned ahead of time if a creator uses ableist language.)
point and laugh at the ableist - a tag for any hate i get that i decide to respond to for whatever reason, if you'd like to avoid it then block this tag
semi on topic to this section, refer to this post if you want to claim something as a sign off :)
dni:
basic dni (queerphobes, racists, terfs/radfems, ect. you get the idea)
exclustionists (we consider ourselves critically inclusive)
support transrace and transabled (people with biid are obviously fine), we have complex feelings on transage but generally have little problem with it as long as they use a different term such as altage or chronosian
people who believe in "narc abuse" or use narcissist in a derogatory sense/use it as a synonym for abuser
people who demonize npd or any cluster b disorders in general
anti-self-dx, we support self-dx here and people dont owe you an explanation on why they dont want to/cant get a professional diagnosis
radqueer, radpara, pro/neu/complex contact on harmful paras, hardcore proshippers or antis (just keep shipcourse away in general)
our syscourse stance if that's important to you i guess, i also want to add if you're against the HC-DID label or try to silence RAMCOA survivors, fuck right off ❤
other things to keep in mind:
if youre here to tell me about your relative/ex partner who had npd please dont <3. even if you put "but i dont think all people with npd are evil" after it, i genuinely dont want to hear about it.
similarly please dont come here to tell me how you "support people with npd as long as theyre not abusive," i agree with the sentitment and phrase but the fact that your immiedate thought after i bring up npd is abusers is part of the problem.
please start your asks with some form of "npd culture is." this can also include things like "npd + bpd culture is" and "npd artist culture is," as long as it includes npd in some way.
if youre here to send hate youre just feeding my ego lol you lose by default <3. (as a little side note though, any hate i get sent that i decide to post and make fun of will be put under the tag "point and laugh at the ableist" so if you'd like to avoid those, feel free to block the tag.)
i reserve the right to not post any asks/submissions for any reason.
please dont ask me for advice, i feel uncomfortable giving it on the topic of npd. i'm also not always 100% comfortable answering questions about it as i'm not a professional and it's not exactly where my confidence in my knowledge of psychology lies. i'm just someone with npd, i don't know everything and i don't want to be the cause of misinfo spreading. i'll try my best to answer questions i feel more confident on, but i won't answer everything.
we don't do this so much anymore but if an ask/post is tagged with an emoji, pay it no mind, its just how we keep track of which headmate posted what.
our system blog and the blog we post on most is @doomsdayradio. our main we follow/like/reply from is @demi-and-awkward.
tags:
@clusterbsafespace @cluster-b-culture-is @histrionic-culture-is @npdbubblygum @npdsafe @narconfessions @narc-rants-and-vents @narcpup
#npd#narcissistic personality disorder#actually npd#actually narcissistic#cluster b#cluster b personality disorder#cluster b pds#npd safe#actually cluster b#personality disorders#narcissist#not culture#❓#ask game#point and laugh at the ableist#song reccs#info#npd + cdd culture is
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💩 para Eddie 😉
I’m not sure I really get how to play, but, here you are!
“Make yourself at home, princess,” said Eddie ceremoniously, opening the door for Chrissy, with a half bow. Chrissy was already used to his mocks, but giggled, delighted.
She stepped inside with a smile, but suddenly it changed to a grin, even if she didn’t say anything.
Eddie smelled the air, like a hound dog. His smile changed to a grin too.
“It smells funny”, he said, a little embarrassed. Chrissy nodded, too polite to say anything.
“Wait a moment,” he said to Chrissy, and then opened his bedroom’s door.
The window was opened, and in the center of the bed there was…
“Shit!” He yelled, and Chrissy rushed, concerned.
“What is… oh!” She gasped.
The bed was messy, the blankets moved and dirty of mud and straws, and a big brown turd sat proudly in the center.
“Shit!” Exclaimed Eddie again, both figuratively and literally. He turned to Chrissy, who was really, really surprised. “Hargrove did it again!”
Chrissy gasped again, mouth wide and speechless.
“Har… Hargrove?” She asked then, when she could regain her breath.
Eddie looked through the window and nodded, pointing outside. She got near, a little disgusted, trying to circle the bed from far.
Eddie was pointing to the furriest, roundest raccoon she ever saw, sitting in a box full of straw chewing a piece of fruit, totally cool.
“Yes, Hargrove”, said Eddie again.
“Did you call your raccoon Hargrove?”
“Yes, he’s totally a bitch but has the prettiest eyes I ever saw, just like…”
Eddie stopped suddenly, getting completely red in a second. Chrissy giggled.
Eddie walked her out the bedroom.
“So…. Hargrove”, grinned Chrissy again, with that mischievous smile of hers.
“Yeah, never mind, he… he surely is really popular with ladies…”
“Well I practice with him every day and I’m pretty sure he’s not interested in any lady…”
“You think…”
Chrissy shrudded. “Who knows… I’m sure he would be flattered about a raccoon named after him!” She giggled again.
“Don’t you dare!”
“And when he will know that he shits your bed…”
She mimicked running out the trailer, laughing
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CW// Implied NSFW
"Mi amor, ¿qué quieres para Navidad?" Sylvia questions, settling Lori on the floor to play with her toys.
"Que la casa este vacia para mi y para ti" Tim whispers onto Sylvia's ear, sending goosebumps down her neck.
"Pídele a Curly que se lleve a Lori, estoy seguro de que estaría dispuesto a hacerlo."
"Tu español está mejorando, amante"
"Tengo un buen maestro"
"Dame un beso"
"Suddenly I forgot how to speak Spanish," Sylvia says, picking Lori up from the floor to walk upstairs.
"No seas tan bromista, amante."
"Déjame poner a Lori en su cuna, luego volveré a bajar y te daré un regalo de Navidad anticipado"
"Decir menos" Tim says, readjusting himself as Sylvia makes her way upstairs
♡
SORRY ABOUT ALL THE SPANISH, BUT HISPANIC SHEPARDS IS PROLLY MY FAVE HEADCANNON CUZ I LIKE TO PROJECT
THE “SAY LESS” MAKES ME GIGGLE LIKE A LITTLE BITCH EVERYTIME-
Honestly I think Spanish is a very pretty language and I just really like suggestive humour because I’m never matured past 12 so it’s literally the best of both worlds
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About that Saint Seiya footage // Sobre el Behind the Scenes de Saint Seiya...
Here's how I see it:
White Saori? Makes sense. She's GREEK.
Kido not being Japanese would piss me off immeasurably more if he wasn't being played by Sean Bean.
The Tourney at the beginning, where all the main 4 boys meet, makes a little more sense to have in an underground fight club rather than THE WHOLE ASS ROMAN COLOSSEUM PORTED TO JAPAN (even as a fan, that was pretty dumb), but the vibes are a little worrying nonetheless...
HOWEVER, if that's supposed to be Seiya vs Casios in Greece, then THEY FUCKED IT UP ROYALY.
Seiya in the van also worries me... Superspeed! YOU HAVE IT!
And the woman in the trenchcoat is either Marin or the Thunder Claw bitch who's name I always forget, but either way, the fact that she's wearing modern clothes and no mask almost scares me more than anything else in the footage...
Overall, I need to see more, but there is a possibility of it ending up like "Dragon Ball Evolution" and I don't think I could deal with that...
What bothers me the most, though, is that if Toei themselves can't get this right, nobody will. Not because it's not possible! But because nobody with a budget cares enough about Saint Seiya to try...
Silver lining! At the very least "Pegasus Fantasy" is in it, so we know they got ONE thing right...
//
OK, yo lo veo así:
Saori blanca tiene sentido. Es GRIEGA.
Me molestaría mil veces más que Kido no fuera japonés si no fuera Sean Bean.
Tiene bastante sentido que el torneo de los Santos no sea en un Coliséo Romano en Japón (aún como fan, eso me parecía fué bastante estupido), pero admito que me asustan in poco los Vibes del fight club este... PERO SI ES LA PELEA CON CASIOS EN GRECIA, LA CAGARON.
Seiya en la camioneta también me asusta... Y la supervelocidad, huevón?
La mujer del coat es o Marin o la del Thunder Claw cuyo nombre siempre me olvído. El hecho de que esté en saco y ropa moderna me preocupa casi más que todo lo demás en el trailer...
Overall, necesito ver más, pero hay una posibilidad de que acabe como "Dragon Ball Evolution" y no creo que pueda soportar eso...
Pero lo que más me friega es que si Toei mismos no pueden hacerla bien... Creo que nadie lo hará. No porque no se pueda, sinó porque a nadie con presupuesto le importa tanto Saint Seiya como para intentar...
Visto por el lado amable: Usaron "Pegasus Fantasy", así que sabemos que hicieron al menos UNA cosa bien...
#Saint Seiya#Knights of the Zodiac#Caballeros del Zodiaco#los caballeros del zodiaco#please be good please don't suck this is the LAST chance we get at a good adaptation with a budget since the OG anime PLEEEEEASE#kotz
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When Life Gives You A Hurricane You Make Hugelkulturs!
(Heads Up:Long Post)
So this was my first hugelkultur and I'm exited to see how it turns out.
(I have some worries about the heat from the logs since it already gets pretty hot out here but time will tell)
I figured it would be a good way to make use of all the branches and trees ppl are cutting to clear the roads and stuff. I'd seen a few people talking about them on this site and was interested in trying it out for myself so i did!
I gotta say I thought this would be more of a weekend project, but it's taken me over a week to lug all that dirt around.
(Granted I only worked a fixed amount each day to make sure I didn't push myself cuz burnouts a bitch)
Hopefully it'll all have been worth it!
Like most things in life we begin with hole 🕳
Got some cardboard from the back of a bakery I like and set it as our base.
Originally I was just going to use a few logs from some trees my uncle cleared out before the hurricane but I found this super log on the side of the road and I JUST HAD to have it. My car still has dirt in it and my back is still messed up but I'd say it was worth the trouble.
I also got a hold of some mango and almond logs which is great cuz I wanted some tougher woods in there for longer term nutrients and support.
I slapped some branches on there and threw in a few plantain plants that fell during the hurricane (para sazón)
At this point I was sure the hard part was behind me and that I was only 3 wheelbarrow's worth of dirt away from being done. But my hubris was quickly punished as I realized I was going to be needing a little more dirt than that...
I told myself "just do 3 more tomorrow and we'll be done"
And then I told myself that same thing every day until a week had gone by... 😪
But now it was done and I had a big ol hill of dirt!
Then I added some leaves I saved from the branches I used earlier in the week to give our gal a little bit of a crunch!
Sprinkled in some organic waste
(Mostly eggshells, garlic peels, old plantains that went bad, cofee grounds)
After that I just threw some bags of top soil from the local hardware store on top of the old gal and we were good to go!
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The meteor shower scene retold for Rainei? Shinden? whatever ship name we decided on for them.
Read below the cut or on AO3
“I’ve seen one. The thing was it was in the middle of the battlefield, where everyone else had been eliminated. Except for the one man at my side. Right, Undertaker?” Green eyes looked at Shin from across the room.
“Well that isn’t as romantic as one might have hoped,” Anju said with a sigh.
Over the para-RAID, the Handler laughs.
“And to top it all off, our juggernauts ran outta gas so until Fido came back from whereever he ran off to, we were stuck in the middle of all that carnage with nothing to do but wait.”
“Who’s Fido?”
“Our dog.”
“You have a dog?”
“Well, he’s a very unusual dog. He doesn’t go ‘woof’ so much as he goes ‘beep.’” Daiya added with a shrug.
“Nights on the battlefield are terrifyingly dark. And they seem to go on forever. Then, all of a sudden, the pale silent lights ignite the sky, appearing one after another, and then falling to earth. That is when I made the biggest mistake of my life. Said something weird that shouldn’t have slipped out.”
Shinei looked over at Raiden, somewhat in disbelief that he was really about to tell this particular story. He remembered that night vividly. He knew what came next.
“What did you say, show off?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Well, if Raiden wasn’t going to tell them, Shin could at least take the chance to embarrass the other.
“If this is the last thing I—“
“If this is the last thing I see, then maybe that’s not so bad,” Shinei says, staring right at Raiden. What he doesn’t share is that Raiden wasn’t looking at the stars when he said that. He was looking at Shinei, lips red and swollen.
———
Finally. Silence. Or as close to it as they could get amidst the dwindling flames eating at the last blades of grass around them. After the hours of voices and screams, both in his ears and in his head, Shin would gladly take the crackling of dying flames.
“Your juggernaut’s wrecked.”
He turned, eyes falling on Raiden who stood a few yards away, leaning against his own mech. Which also wasn’t in great shape, to be completely fair.
“Yeah. Fido should be gathering parts from the others.”
He notated the location of each fallen comrade during the battle. Guided them to a safe and peaceful death before returning to the fight. Once he could safely transmit data, he sent the coordinates to Fido to recover as much as he could.
Of course, Shin had failed to consider that the two of them could have used a resupply first.
“What happened back there? You turned off your pararaid. If it weren’t for the Handler’s bitching about it, I would have thought you died.”
Shin gave him a blank look. They both knew Shin was cursed with being unable to die. That’s what made him the Reaper.
“Too many black sheep,” he replied, leaving it at that. Raiden nodded with a soft sigh.
“I wish I could take it from you for a few hours. Share the burden.”
Shin gave a soft chuckle. It was sweet. Touching, even. But he wouldn’t wish this curse on anyone. “You’d change your mind about that pretty quickly. It’s fine. I’m-“
“Used to it. I know. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. I hate seeing you suffer.”
“You’re sounding soft, Raiden. Did you hit your head? Come sit.” Shin wasn’t known for teasing or playful banter, but with Raiden, he was always a little more relaxed. A little more playful.
“Ah, shut it. You worried me, is all.” But still, the green eyed male walked over and sat beside Shin, both leaning back against the juggernaut with the headless skeleton painted on its side.
“You can disconnect from everyone else. But don’t disconnect from me. I need to know you’re okay.”
Shin turned to look at the other male, trying to read what Raiden wasn’t saying and failing. Normally, he could read the other without a problem, but perhaps he was too drained from having to guide so many friends to their graves that day.
“I’ll always make it back at the end of the day.”
Raiden clicked his tongue and clenched his fists in aggravation. “Dammit, Shin. You say that but there’s no guarantee. You’re just as susceptible out there as the rest of us, Especially with the way you wreck your mech!” Raiden turned to face him fully, eyes blazing with a flame that had always drawn Shin in like he was nothing more than a moth. “Just listen to me for once, would ya?”
Shin chuckled and knocked his shoulder against Raiden’s. “Alright. Sorry. Forgive me?”
Raiden scoffed and turned away, turning his eyes to the sky instead. “Yeah. Whatever.”
They were silent after that. Shin actually found himself drifting off, eyes heavy with the weight he’d carried that day. He didn’t usually sleep very well, especially not somewhere so open and dangerous. But there was a certain level of comfort that always came with being beside Raiden. His mind knew that even if all hell broke lose, the other would protect him long enough for Shin to get his own bearings.
“Hey. Shin. Look.” Raiden jostled his shoulder, causing Shin’s head to bounce. He hadn’t realized he’d slumped against the other. Blinking slowly, Shin opened his eyes and looked to Raiden, who was pointing to the sky. Following his direction, Shin looked to the sky in time to see dozens of stars shooting across the deep blue sea before burning out of view.
He’d never seen a meteor shower before. He’d heard of them of course. But the stars were never a thing of interest for him. They were just something that happened. The same as trees or rocks in his path.
But this. This made it abundantly clear why people spoke so highly of the stars.
His vision was eclipsed by dark hair and bright green eyes. Before he could react, warm lips were pressed to his. Shin froze from the initial shock, but took only a moment to melt into it and return the kiss. They may have stayed like that for hours, or maybe just a few seconds. Shin wasn’t sure. For once, he’d stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, stopped waiting.
Shin never allowed himself to get too attached and develop feelings for others. Not only was it due to the very real threat that everyone he knew would be gone tomorrow, but he also simply held no interest in romantic relationships. He didn’t feel that pull everyone else spoke about. He couldn’t say he exactly felt it now, either. But what he did feel was…
Nice. This was nice. If he thought about it, anyone else trying the same move on him wouldn’t have had the same result. Somewhere in Shin’s mind, he knew he’d accepted the kiss and returned it because it was Raiden.
“If this is the last thing I see, then maybe that’s not so bad.”
Shin’s cheeks burned red, a feeling he was not quite accustomed too, and he turned away from Raiden’s intense gaze.
And honestly? He held the same opinion.
——
Everyone at the barracks laughed, pulling Shinei from his thoughts. A small smile remained on his lips, a near foreign expression most days.
“It sounded good at the time!” Raiden said to everyone before pointing at Shinei, eyes burning with that familiar flame again. “Give me a break, man. I see you laughing, don’t try to hide it.”
And at that, everyone turned for the rare opportunity to see Shinei laugh.
#eighty six#shinei nouzen#raiden shuga#eighty six fanfic#shinei fanfic#shin nouzen#shinei x raiden#raiden x shinei#shin x raiden#raiden x shin#raiden shuga fanfic#rainei#shinden#demiromantic shinei#my fics
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FUCK its the end of January - Diary of a Big Ole Gay 1/31/2023
Hey whores, its me your bitch back on his bullshit.
So I have a interview tomorrow and I'm waiting to hear back from like three, four different places. so its a lot of waiting.
(yeah I kinda hate having to sit on my ass and waiting)
Also I probably didn't watch that much queer stuff this week so sorry? I mean I had to slow down a little whores. most of this stuff is stuck behind a paywall. (pssst I have a ko-fi if you wanna help a whore out).
The Legend of Lylah Clare (1968) dir. Robert Aldrich
So this is one of those movies that had a queer element and then were also just very poorly recieved for completly unrelated reasons, (think Sylvia Scarlett or Glen or Glenda). This film is about 80% less gay then that. On one hand you have this very meta type of patisches to it its a lot of elements from things like Rebecca and Sunset Boulivard.
You basically have this young actress who has this preternaturally ability to imitate Lylah Clare a golden age star who died in a spectacular fasion and she bascially falls into the wild child/Bisexual Vamp role. If you remember me discussing Lola from Pandoras Box then you have a sense of what I'm talking about.
TBH it is very campy and fun but the reason why this is on the list is that one of the characters is a lesbian and she was fucking Lola Rebecca, *checks notes*, sorry Lylah Clare.
Muchachas de Uniforme (1951) dir. Alfredo B. Crevenna
so this is a mexican remake of the classic and while there are some aspects I really like about it (the expressionist type architecture, the costume design), it tones down a lot of the queerness of the original.
I will say that this
1. is a lot darker and if you know how the original ends then know that they go for the bummer ending. (bury your gays)
2. I watched this on youtube and there were no English Subs so I had to use the auto-translate function which meant I only got the barest bones concept of the dialogue. its buggy, spanish is a fast spoken language and also if I understood spanish the dialogue would probably be really pretty. So understand there is a language barrier for me here.
Lo siento, me esponal no es bueno, estudiar para tres anos perro soy es estudiente malo. Sue me.
Madchen in Uniform (1958) dir. Géza von Radványi
This one is a lot more faithful to the original but they also butcher the bedroom kiss scene. However they do make that up with this kiss later on when they extend the play plot point.
I will say that I do like aspects of this film, i like there take on it but the original madchen in uniform is far superior to both of the remakes.
and thats not to say that the remakes are bad films they have a great aestetic, they add little details the original does but its something about the original that just sings in a way these ones dont
Everything Else I watched this week and a half
as you can tell I watched Infinity Pool, It was great. Horror Autuers are like lets shit on rich people and I'm all for it. Its giving sci-fi taking to its psycological horror extremes and what happens when you give in negative nihilism.
Also watched 2017 B&B, its a gay thriller and its pretty good if a bit triggering.
I finished the rest of the Hammer House of Horror and umm what else...
So I watched Bi-coastal, one of the Catalina Bisexual Features they did in the 70s directed by Tom DeSimone, (or as he went by then Lance Brookes). The men in it are definetly hollywood twink and not the sexy Gage Men, but despite that Bi-Coastal was V V hot. and honestly very bi positive for the time.
#Muchachas in Uniforme#Madchen in Uniform (1958)#The Legend of Lylah Clare#suicide (implied)#pornography (implied)
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HARWIN!!!!! hell is it too much to ask for a little loyalty? he cannot see Rhaenyra who runs to her and Jace and simply ignores her children and the reader.
I had said before that I didn't want Aemma and Aemond but you convinced me ... I'm the biggest supporter of this couple that ever existed. And while incest obviously isn't an issue for the Targaryens, I don't want Aemma with Jace.
I'm glad the reader is finally getting angry, I mean, If it were me, I would have already climbed on my pretty dragon and burned some bitches for having to marry Nyra's lover (Although I love Harwin) MAKE THIS MAN SUFFER PLEASE
Outra coisa, sei que isso já é grande, mas também queria dizer que antes Aemma era minha filha favorita, mas Rhaegar tem meu coração. Eu amo meu dragão ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Desculpe incomodá-lo, sua escrita realmente faz coisas para mim. eu amo sua fic
Harwin is conflicted when he sees Jace, he wants to make sure he is doing fine... that is dangerous and the poor sob isn't that inconspicuous
They are cute aren't they? Aemond truly adores her... he as a second son will cherish what is given, and he will fight for it.
Oh he will suffer the next chapter... as you already read I think... there comes a man who is going to make him fume with his proximity to HIS wife. Yeahh angry reader! let's explore that further...
Oh pelase!! i LOVE THIS LONG MESSAGES! I really do! don't ever stop! haha 😂❤️❤️😍😍😍 I have a special place in my heart for Rhaegar, he is the lay-back, relaxed brother... to add some spice to the mix.
obrigata meu amor! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Dirty Dancing (NSFW)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader
Wordcount: 10k
Summary: In the height of panic on learning Lockley was connected with an international serial killer and cult leader, you end up engaging him in a fight...that eventually leads toward more pleasurable pursuits.
Warning: Partial Songfic, Physical Violence, Biting, Explicit Sex, Choking, Blood Play, Aftercare
Part 4 of the Fuck this Bitch in Particular Series
Now On Ao3
Jake’s Playlist, you’ll know when it starts.
Translations you’ll need
Yiddish
beshert - this is Yiddish for "destiny" and is the equivalent of soul mate
Spanish
Tú deberías saberlo mejor que nadie. - You should have known better.
Vamos a necesitar música. - We're going to need music
Vamos a bailar. - Let's dance
Solo para ti. - Only for you
¿Qué estás buscando? - What are you looking for?
¿Oyes eso? - Hear that?
¿Vas a correr? - Gonna run?
lo sabes - you know?
arriba - Up
No te preocupes. Estoy bien. - Don't worry. I'm fine.
Tengo una confesión. - I have a confession
chulo - Cute; term of endearment for someone you find pretty in a non-sexual/romantic
Puto - depends on regional dialect, in context means Punk
Mierda - Shit
Entiendo - I understand
No deberías haber hecho eso. - You shouldn't have done that
"Un sabor animal, me aguo la boca entre miel y sal. Su veneno se ha enredado en mi ser y salvarme no puedo." - A lyric from She Bangs by Ricky martin
You swing around with fists up but Lockley had already jumped back.
Your hearing zeroes in on the room, blocking the sound of your own body. A rustle of cloth, a breath, a heart beat, and a quiet yet loud to you tsk.
“Tú deberías saberlo mejor que nadie. Always check the room before locking yourself in.” Lockley spoke. “Might be unsavory characters hiding in the shadows.”
You could navigate your flat in the dark on a good night. But with an adversary? Not likely. You needed your dusters to even remotely even the field. Unfortunately, they were under your pillow on your bed. Time to get them.
You lunge over the counter in the kitchen going for your bed. Lockley doesn’t follow, but you hear and see something white in the dark.
A click and something flies in front of you. You trip over a thick wire and go head over heels into the foot of your bed, landing upside down and slumped. “Fuck.”
“Not yet.” His footsteps are light.
You scramble and kick up at where you know his crotch would be.
“Really? Kicking?” He catches your foot before it hits and throws you to the side.
“It’s my only weapon.” You groan, flipping until you’re on all fours.
“I disagree.” Lockley growls. “You’ve got a hell of a punch from what I remember.”
You pant, watching the white shape of him stand still. You make out the details of his legs and the cape behind.
“Are you done?”
You push forward. His legs close, trying to stop you escaping through them. But you aren’t trying to run through them. Instead you grab a hold of the end of his cape and yanked. He falls backward, holding his neck.
“This is why capes are fucking stupid.” You hiss and jump up to grab your dusters from under your pillow. Lockley’s hand catches your ankle, tripping you. You fall onto the bed with a bounce, struggling and kicking back.
“Jersey, stop.”
“Fuck off, psycho!” You growl, kicking him right in the face.
“Again with the kicking?” He lets go to get out of your range after the first couple of hits.
You slip your hand under your pillow. Only your dusters aren’t there. You freeze, looking back at Lockley as he turns on the light.
“Looking for these.” He holds them out, before slipping them into his pockets. “Sometimes, you’re a little too predictable, Jersey.”
You’re dead. You are so dead. But not without a fight.
“Can we talk?”
You step down from the bed. You rip off your hood and mask and throw them across the room.
Lockley follows your movements with a smirk. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” His Moon Knight suit disappears, leaving him in his usual garb. “¿Quieres bailar?” He removes his cabbie hat, sets it down with your dusters and his gloves in it.
You do not answer.
Lockley rolled up his sleeves. “Vamos a necesitar música.”
What?
He clicked on the little remote to your speakers and smirks. “Vamos a bailar.”
Your meager yet powerful sound system boots up louder than normal with a harsh guitar riff. With a playlist you didn’t have on your computer as far as you remembered. The fucker planned this.
Its just one of those days where you don't want to wake up. Everything is fucked, Everybody sucks.
If you survived the night, you are going to have so many noise complaints.
“Cute.” You snarl.
“Solo para ti.” Lockley kissed the air at you and made a come hither motion with two fingers.
The fucker was still playing filth chicken with you. As if it would ever fucking happen now.
You don't really know why but you want to justify rippin' someone's head off. No human contact and if you interact. Your life is on contract. your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. It's just one of those days.
You launch yourself at him, fists raised. You swing wide with one, and keep the second tight to jab with.
He dodged the first one, as expected, but not the jab. Your knuckles make full contact with his jaw. It hurts you more than it hurts him.
“Fuck!” You swear and reel back, wringing it. Bare knuckle fighting sucks. You need a weapon. Dusters were your preference, yes, but they were by no means the only weapons in your admittedly closet of a studio flat. Grappling with Lockley was off the table. He’d win that easily.
“Good feint.” Lockley smiles, rubbing his jaw. “But you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
I think you better quit, let the shit slip or you'll be leaving with a fat lip
Lockley comes at you with fists held close. He jabs. You leap back, escaping contact.
The bed is in your way of escape. You don’t dodge the next jab and use the punch to hide the propulsion of your escape.
“Shi-“ the swear dies in his throat when Lockley sees you cradling your mouth but using the backward motion to escape. He pursues, stepping onto your bedding.
Its just one of those days. Feeling like a freight train. First one to complain leaves with a bloodstain. Damn right I'm a maniac. You better watch your back cause I'm fucking up your program.
You head for the utility closet and throw the door open as a barrier between you and Lockley. You always keep a bat in there. But it’s not there, not between the coats or boxes or on the shelf. You throw things out into Lockley’s path.
“¿Qué estás buscando?” Lockley taunts as he hopped down from the bed. “Couldn’t be a bat could it?”
And then you're stuck up. You just lucked up. Next in line to get fucked up. Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker
You do not answer or wait and go to your bathroom. You yanked the mirror open so hard the glass shatters against the wall. The cabinet behind it is empty. Did this fucker go through your flat?
“You know the point of a tactical comb-knife is so it’s camouflaged among other daily items. Why’d you get it in pink? Es diferente a ti.” Lockley’s voice carried into the bathroom over the music. “Oh and if you’re planning on looking under the couch? Wouldn’t bother. You forgot to charge the taser. You gotta keep up with that.”
My suggestion, is to keep your distance cause right now I'm dangerous
You eye the broken glass but dismiss it as far deadlier for you than you could ever wield. Instead you grab the hand towel bar, ripping it off the wall and coming out.
Lockley leaned against the wall right outside the bathroom. “Oh you found something?” He sounded genuinely surprised. He raised his fists again as you swung the bar. He caught it, bending it in his hand. He laughs, amused as he crumbles it in one hand. But that wasn’t why you grabbed it. It was just a distraction.
Your knee makes contact with his groin and you headbutt him. He stumbled back, with a look of shock and then pride.
Your head is aching from the impact.
“Ooh, dirty.” Lockley regained his footing and grinned. “Not sticking to the rules. Such a rebel, Jersey.” He blinks away the pain and spits blood out of his mouth.
You throw the bent bar at him, knowing he’d catch it. But you’re already at your laundry, grabbing heavy detergents and chucking them at him.
He ducks them. “If those break, you’re gonna have to clean it up.” He makes progress toward you at a very leisurely pace.
You back up into the kitchen, throwing open every cabinet and throwing glasses, plates, and mugs at him. All to reach to the back and find…nothing. Again. The dagger is gone. He got that one too! You scream aggravated and grab a pot, turning in time to see him swinging at you. You use it to catch his fist and step around and push him against the counter.
“Good catch.” He grins, wrestles control of the pot and yeets it toward the living room. Lockley pauses with a smile. “¿Oyes eso? You made it through one song.” He claps.
He’s right of course. The music had faded out and a Spanish guitar and violins started.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Most people can’t last three minutes in a fight.” He quips back. “And you’re still going.”
Your jaw cracks from how hard you’re clenching your teeth and growling.
“But I didn’t completely underestimate you.” He mouthed along with the song.
Was that?
Will drive you mad
“Moulin fucking Rouge?”
“Roxanne.” Lockley sang along and stepped forward.
Did this fucker make a soundtrack for this fight?! Fuck this guy in particular. You back up and look to your right. Your door to the flat is there. You could run, but there’s no way you could escape him if he pursued.
“¿Vas a correr?” Lockley asks, a dangerous delighted look in his gaze. “You could. But I’m faster than you.”
That ticks you off.
You charge at him with a jump. He steps back and squats just enough to catch your legs and hoist you up and keeps your knees away from his groin. It almost disorients you, but it leaves his face unprotected. You slam the heel of your palm to his nose, breaking it. Blood burst out. You follow up with a punch, forgetting your earlier lesson about bare knuckle fighting. It hurts but you punch again.
Lockley swings you and smacks your head against a cabinet door and lets you drop to the floor. You catch yourself on the counter but have no time because he has your hair in his grasp yanking you up. You flail at your kitchen drawers, grabbing at any utensil in them before he pulls you away from the counter screaming.
His eyes upon your face, his hand upon your hand, his lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand
“Ah Jersey, that was a good strategy.” He yanks your face up by your hair and spits blood to the floor.
“Yeah?” You bare your teeth.
“I’m impressed you did as much damage as you did.”
“Then you’ll really like this.” You jam a carving fork into his abdomen.
The force and pain of it surprises him and he lets you go. He looks down at the fork, as you scramble backward, gaining footing, standing, and distance.
Yo que te quiero tanto, qué voy ha hacer. Me dejaste, me dejaste en un tango. En el alma se me fue, se me fue el corazon. Ya no tengo ganas de vivir Porque no te puedo convencer Que no te vendas Roxanne
“Okay…” he cracked his neck. “I’m beginning to think you haven’t missed me.” He yanks the fork out and lets it drop. His stance changes entirely. He was playing before, but now he squared up like he was finally taking this fight seriously. Shoulders tensed, jaw clenched, feet shoulder width apart - he was the picture of physical intimidation.
You’re a little scared. And if you’re completely honest, a little turned on. You squash that feeling and bring up your fists just as he goes for you.
His feet slide across the floor and he jabs a right hook and uppercut.
You manage to dodge, moving around the kitchen to avoid him. For a moment it’s like you are dancing with Lockley, circling each other. He jabs, you dodge. You punch, he takes it with a grin. You kick, he redirects.
Fed up, you feint a side step but he anticipated that and swung a punch into your stomach. It catches you off guard and you cry out. You stumble backward. But Lockley’s in it and doesn’t stop as his hands fly up to the sides of your head and double slaps your ears.
The force of air popped an eardrum. Ringing pain erupts and your vision shudders. The world is agonizingly quiet. You take a step back and can do nothing to stop careening. Lockley slips from view and you fall backward. Your head bounces on the wall causing sound to crash into focus. You expected your head to bounce on the floor, but it didn't happen.
Why does my heart cry?
“Hey hey hey. You’re okay. You’re okay. I got you. It’s okay, we can be done now, Jersey. Jersey! You still with me?” Lockley caught you, slowing your fall until you’re laying on the floor. He stares with wide panicked eyes. He brushes your hair back, examining your head. “Ah shit did I rupture an eardrum? Let me get you some ice. Fuck…fuck!” He disappears from view and you hear him throw open your freezer and fumble with bags of frozen veggies and meat until he pulls out the ice block.
You turn your head to watch. It’s is pounding. Or is that the music? You’re not entirely sure. He slams the ice on the counter to break pieces off it and then looks for a towel. He should have gotten the towel first.
You shake your head. The pain of movement brings added focus and you crawl. You open one of the lower cabinets, flailing and finding not what you thought should be there, a telescoping baton, but instead a four pack of malta. You grab one bottle and pull yourself up by gripping the counter.
Lockley throws drawer after drawer onto the floor looking for a towel that had all been in the wash.
You step toward him, lifting the bottle up.
Lockley pauses.
You swing.
He turns around in time and catches your wrist in a tight grip. His eyes wide in surprise to see you up and moving.
How does it feel to treat me like you do? When you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are
He walks you back toward the living room. “Chill the fuck out, Jersey.”
You try to wrench your wrist free, but his grip is like a steel trap.
“That.” He looks at the bottle. “That’s supposed to be for later.”
You let go of the bottle. Lockley inhales sharply and uses his other hand to catch it. You kick at his knee and he hops backward, releasing your wrist. You almost trip over one of your bar stools so you put it between you and Lockley.
“Jersey, come on. You’re all tapped out. I cleared everything out. You’ve got a concussion. That’s enough fighting.” Lockley pleads. “Lets just talk, hmm?”
You glower and lift up the stool.
“Really? A chair? You can barely stand. You think you’re gonna fight me with a chair?”
“Cours’not.” You raise the stool up. “Too heavy.”
Lockley looks relieved until you smash it against the bar, revealing the hollow seat and legs. He takes too long to recognize the butterfly knife that clatters out.
“Oh fuck, I did underestimate you.” He whispers.
You flick the knife out and take your stance. “Whassamatter?” Your words slur. You shake your head, the pain refocuses you. “Scared?”
“You don’t gotta do this, Jersey. You’re exhausted.”
“I can-” You pant. “I can do this all day.” You sway and swallow.
“Pretty sure you can’t.” Lockley pulls up his hands, not as fists, but halfway open.
You swing the knife forward. He slaps it away. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank back and lunge. He steps back, away from you. You pursue. Wildly swiping.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He hisses.
You ignore him and go for another try. He steps into the motion, the knife sinks into his shoulder. You gasp, but he catches your arm and locks it with his.
“Let go.”
You try to pull back, to get distance. He walks you into the wall and slams you there. The motion loosens your grasp and he yanks the knife and throws it away, too far for you to retrieve safely. You try to slip away, but he slams you against the wall with a hand around your throat.
“Damnit, Jersey. That’s enough!” He pins you to the wall, joining his other hand to squeeze your throat. Not to choke, but to control your movement. You initially grasp at his hands and then scratch at his face. He is unfazed. You pull at his shirt, ripping it - no reaction. You prod the stab wounds, anything. He winces once, but nothing moves him.
You look at him. This entire fight, he hadn’t been breathing hard - unlike your huffing and puffing. But his chest was expanding heavily now, and his gaze darkened as his pupils dilated.
He swallowed and flexed his hands around your throat. He was getting off on this.
You could use that.
You angle your head up as far as you could, panting louder, you stare at him with half lidded eyes. You licked your lips and whimpered. “Lockley…”
His gaze gains clarity but he doesn’t stop.
You rub your leg against his and grab his arms. He tenses his muscles, but watches and feels your leg hook over his waist.
His nostrils flare and he steps into you. It gives you the space to hook your other leg and lock your ankles around his waist, your back anchored to the wall. You roll your hips into him, rubbing against him. “Oh, Jersey.” He groans.
How does it feel to treat me like you do?
You flick your gaze to his lips and he grins. He leans in, taking it as an invitation you don’t deny. He kisses you. The word feels wrong because it’s less a kiss and more he devours you.
His mouth is demanding, sucks on your lips and overwhelms you with his tongue as he explores yours. Teeth scraping and nipping on your lips. It’s hot, hungry, and stokes a heat in you as you moan - lost in the sensation of your bodies so close and the smell of his sweat, his blood, and something virile.
You want to rut against the wall with him right now. Give him permission to fuck you into oblivion. You almost forget why you’re letting this happen until his grip loosens on your throat. You take advantage and bite his tongue. Hard, enough to draw blood.
But it doesn’t stop him. Instead, it incenses him and he groans into your throat - biting your lips back - bruising them something awfully sweet that makes the heat in you bloom and you reflexively grind against him and he to you. His hands dropped to grip your waist and cup your ass.
He only pulls back when you’re both aching for breath and something more. He smiles a bloody grin and spits blood. It splatters against your face. He leans in and licks it off your cheek and growls against your ear. “The things I'm going to do to you.”
What things?! Your earlier panic returns with a spike and wakes you from the lust. He’s not holding your throat anymore. When he pulls back, you waste no time and headbutt his nose. He covers his face with a pained shout as blood splurts out. His nose was already broken, this was an insult to injury. He jerks back, away from you with a groan of pain.
You barely catch yourself with your legs no longer locked around his waist. You slide against the wall toward your bed, as quickly as you could.
Man, it's a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun. Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone but you stay so cool. My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa. You're my reason for reason. The step in my groove
You had one last place there could be a weapon, your last salvation. It’s under your bed. You wouldn’t have been able to retrieve it when you were there earlier.
You careen, catching yourself on the floor by your bed and reaching under it. It’s not a gun. It’s a BB gun. A toy, but it would be better than nothing.
You pat the underside of the boxspring, finding the flap. You find the holster. You feel around, panic and horror filling you as there is nothing in the holster. Lockley makes his presence above you known by spitting. You back out from under the bed to stare at him standing over you.
“You didn’t think I’d miss two spots?” He shakes his head.
And if you said this life ain't good enough. I would give my world to lift you up. I could change my life to better suit your mood because you're so smooth. and it's just like the ocean under the moon. Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you. You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah. Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
You scream, loud and angry and push yourself up.
“Hey, come on.” He holds up his hands in surrender.
You launch at him, going for anything you could. Shirt, hair, eyes. But you haven’t much energy to do much damage other than ripping out a tuft of hair. He catches your wrists and spins and pushes you down to the bed. He moves quick now that he can grapple you and you’re face down on the bed, wrists pinned behind your back in one of his hands, and legs immobilized with his.
“Enough.” He barks. “I said, that’s enough. ”
You cannot move. You try to wrench free, thrashing and bucking your hips but he’s got you well and truly trapped.
You growl into the bed, waiting for a moment to try to get loose. Lockley’s stupid playlist is still playing, one song, then two. Your breathing is under control by that point and you look back at Lockley who is patiently waiting. His eyes are closed as he sways and sings along to the music.
“Ay, amor, me duele tanto. Me duele tanto. Que me fui sin decir a dónde. Ay, amor, fue una tortura perderte.” Lockley sings softly.
He’s not hurting you, just holding you still. In fact, the entire fight, he hadn’t really attacked you. Cept after you stabbed him and he instantly regretted it. You’d been so scared he was an accomplice to a serial killer you hadn’t noticed.
What the hell?
You relax in his grasp and that wakes him up.
“Ya good?”
You nod.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah.”
“Got all that out ya system so we can talk?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? Because I can keep you like this for a bit longer.”
“For fuck’s sake Lockley, I’m calm!”
“You don’t sound it. I think I should wait another song.”
“You-UGH” You grit your teeth as he started humming along again.
At the end of the song you looked back at him expectantly.
“Ay dios. I know where I fucked up.” He groans and tilts his head back as if he slapped his forehead. “I should have been more specific when I told you ‘The things I'm going to do to you.’”
What?! You try to turn to really look at him, but his grip tightens on your wrists, pressing them down. His hips push into your rear for emphasis, making his still active arousal very obvious.
“Oh...fuck.” You gasp.
“Exactly.” Lockley sighs. “We could be fucking right now to this playlist that I spent a long time on while waiting for you, lo sabes?”
“You gonna let me go now?”
“Another song couldn’t hurt.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you growl.
“That's not calm,” he singsonged. “You were doing so well, Jersey.” he goes back to singing to his playlist. “Un sabor animal, me aguo la boca entre miel y sal. Su veneno se ha enredado en mi ser y salvarme no puedo.”
At the end of the second song, you glance back
“A whole song, you interrupted the last one.”
You bite the inside of your cheek and refrain from murderous intent.
The third, Marc Anthony’s Valió la Pena, comes to a close and you begrudgingly don’t make a move. That’s when he lets go of your wrists in time for another to come on. Exactly how many songs were on this playlist and when did he make it?
Éramos tú y yo, para lo cual siempre usamos un plan casual, nunca pensé que eso me rasgo más por me.
You look back at him, about to say something.
“Ah-ah. If you say anything that isn’t perfectly calm, it’s another song.”
You snap your mouth shut, but pull your arms under you. Your shoulders ached from being pinned in that position for so long. Lockley gets off you and the bed, letting your legs relax. You lay there curled up as every muscle aches. Pain finally registers with the lack of adrenaline. All that sudden activity, battering, and then stillness did you no favours.
You hear Lockley move toward the sound system, the music finally turned down but not off. His footsteps crunch over broken everything you threw at him. He’s in the kitchen, getting something filled with water. You haven’t the faintest idea what because you threw and broke all your cups. He comes back with ice wrapped in a towel and a pot of water. As in the pot you had used to block one of his punches. He sets it on the bedside table and it wobbles from where the caught punch distorted the metal.
The sight of it chills you. He’d been pulling his punches at the last second.
He sets a bottle of pills down and sits on the bed.
“Come on, sit up.”
You mumble into the sheet.
“In English, por favor?”
“I can’t move without pain.” You repeat.
“Better this pain than what you’ll feel later.” Lockley grabbed your shoulders. “Up, come on, arriba.”
“Noooo.” You groan and push with your legs to help him, until you’re sat up - back against the headboard.
“Here take these.” He dropped two pills into your hands.
“Water?” You eye the pot suspiciously, but instead he lifts a now open malta bottle.
“You get one sip for now.”
You down the painkillers.
Lockley opens your side table drawer and pulls out the first aid kit that hadn’t been there before. He knew you’d need it. How predictable were you?
He opens an antiseptic wipe and turns to you, wiping at your forehead where you hadn’t realized you sustained a cut, your ears, and your mouth where he had bit you hard enough to draw blood.
You notice the state of him. You had managed to rip off a good chunk of his shirt, and what was left was stained in blood from the still bleeding stab wounds. His mouth was still bleeding, a tuft of hair was ripped out at his hairline, and his nose was a swollen mess from when you broke it once and then headbutt it.
Compared to him, you were just aching with a concussion and a few scrapes.
“Stop, stop.” You grab his wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Patching you up.” He deadpanned.
“I’m not the one that needs tending to. Look at yourself.” You growl. Lockley looks down at his chest.
“Oh this.” Lockley shrugs at his bleeding and battered body. “No te preocupes. Estoy bien.”
“Fine? Fine?! I’m not the one bleeding all over my comforter.”
“I’ll get you a new one.”
“Not what I was concerned about. I’m pretty sure I stabbed you in your liver.”
“Yeah you did. ” He smiled wide and held up two fingers. “Twice with that fork. Good shot too, I’m proud of you.
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“We’ll have to work on that.”
“I’m not going to stab you again!”
“Ehh, you don’t know that.” He grinned. “I can be a bit of a bastard.”
“A bit?” You rasp. “Can you just- take care of you first, I don’t feel okay with this, I’m barely injured.” You press at one of his bleeding open wounds.
“Look alright, just give me a second.” He pushes your hands away and closes his eyes. He took a deep breath. The next time he opens them, his eyes glow white and the Moon Knight suit wraps around him. Hood, cape, and all. It disappeared as quickly as it had come out and the wounds, all the bruises, everything was healed. Even the tuft of hair you had pulled out was back.
“Fucking hell.”
“Happy?”
“Not even remotely.”
“I can fix that.” Jake winked.
You punched his shoulder. “Read the room.”
“I am.” He smirked and gestured at his and your half-dressed state.
“Oh…” You gulped.
Jake leaned in close, his lips hovering over yours. “Gonna bite me again?” His eyes begged for you to say yes. But you were incapable of answering, remembering how much he enjoyed you biting him. If you said yes now, you’re pretty sure you’ll end up with more bruises you won’t complain about.
“I can wait until you’re more comfortable.” Then he licked the tip of your nose and got up. He handed you the ice. “For your head.”
You press the ice to the back of your head and sit there as he walks through your flat. He rummages around your utility closet and begins sweeping while singing along to his playlist.
Lockley was too damn familiar with your flat. It should have occurred to you at the start of the fight but the panic had ruined any logical thinking.
Now that you were thinking, there was still the question. Lockley may not mean any actual harm to you, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in league with Harrow.
“Locks…” you call out. Loud sound makes pain spike in one ear. You were not going to activate your ability with that kind of injury. You never learned how to use it from one ear and now is not the time to practice. “Locks!”
“I’m trying to clean up.”
“Please…” it’s pathetic that you whimper, but Lockley steps into your view. The flat was a studio open plan, with dividers offering some sense of rooms.
He strides over, concern etched in his brows. “You need something?”
“An answer.” You close your eyes. “To a question… questions.” You really don’t wanna know but you needed to know. You could only interact with so many morally reprehensible people and if he was in league with Harrow, that’s…too far. Thieves, gangbangers, and drug dealers are one thing. But a cult leader? A serial killer?
“What is it?”
“Arthur Harrow.” You say the name. Instantly, Lockley’s body is a bundle of tense muscles and his gaze is dark. That says something. You don’t know what, but it does. “Are you…hiding him?”
“Hiding?” Lockley grins, the previous change melts away. “I suppose yeah. I am.”
You close your eyes in pain. No no.
“I put him where no one could find him. Not even his most loyal followers.” Lockley smirks.
You’re almost relieved but that was too vague an answer. “So he’s dead?”
“Didn’t say that.”
You gulp. “Were you his accomplice?”
“Accomplice?” The shift happens again. “This why the Yard dragged you in? They think I was his accomplice?”
“You know about that, huh?”
“Course I do. Always kept an eye out for you.” Lockley smiles. “Or well, Crawley was doing it for me.”
“You had me watched?”
“Only while I couldn’t do it myself. Cops were watching me, tailing me. Had to make sure I didn’t drag em to you. Didn’t want you being harassed.” Lockley explained. “But it was futile, you ended up there anyway.”
Your stomach dropped. For anyone else, his efforts would be considerate. But for you…why would that be a concern of his now? What did he know?
Lockley set the broom against the wall. “So what did the Yard want? What did they say?”
“They only brought me because I was seen with a person of interest on the Harrow case.”
“That would be me, right?”
“Asked if the name Marc Spector rang a bell.”
Lockley goes quiet. He sighs. “Let me guess. You said no?”
You nod.
“And they showed you pictures of me? Specifically pictures of us at the park to remind you?”
“To jog my memory.” You say.
“And…?” Lockley stared intently at you.
“They asked if you ever gave me a name.”
The air became tense as Lockley understood what that meant. You knew Lockley was Moon Knight and if Lockley was Marc Spector, then the cops would have a helluva lot more charges than just the Harrow case against him. Vigilantes were always being cracked down on if their civilian names were ever known. Lotta damages and loss of life policies needed to be paid out and insurance companies wanted to pin it on someone else. And after the Accords, if you were super powered and acted on behalf of any government - there were procedures and fines too.
“I told them no.” You admit.
Your answer catches him off guard, his eyes widened in surprise. “You lied?” He stepped forward. “You lied to the cops? For me.” A dopey smile comes across his face. “Oh Jersey, baby, I’m touched.”
“Shut up! It was stupid. I shouldn’t have lied! I don’t owe you anything!”
“Not from what you keep saying when I buy you things.”
“You know what I mean!” You snap and look down. “Besides I don’t think they believed me.”
“Oh one hundred percent they didn’t. You’re- haha you’re a terrible liar.”
You glare. “Yeah well they asked me why I got into your car. Told em you were just offering me a ride home because you were on your break.”
“Oh that…is such a shit lie to tell the cops.” Lockley laughs. “And you did it bold faced too. Oh you’ve got such chutzpah on you. I love…” He looks at you with an uncomfortably intense look. “…it.” He clears his throat.
You look away, searching for something so you aren’t looking at the warmth in his gaze. “You…”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t answer my other question.” You blurt out.
“What question?”
“Were you Harrow’s accomplice?”
“Oh.” Lockley shrugged. “No. I wasn’t.”
“Did you kill him?”
“I made sure he couldn’t hurt anyone else ever again.”
It wasn’t an answer you wanted (yes or no), but it was a condemnation of what Harrow did. That means you could trust him, as if you hadn’t already been doing that. But still it was good to know you hadn’t missed anything. People revealed a lot about themselves when they thought you weren’t listening.
Speaking of…
You pull your legs up to your chest, wincing from the pain. “I gotta tell you something else.”
“Something else happened with the Yard?”
“No, just…something that you’re long overdue to know about…about me.”
“You?” Lockley cocked his head.
“Yeah me. And it’ll explain why I ran from your flat.”
“Oh.” He drops his arms and sighs. “You ain’t gotta tell me about the…” he made a gesture to his ears.
“Wait - you knew?” You gasp.
“I mean yeah?” He smirked.
“You knew this entire time, and didn’t…didn’t…” you gape at him, feeling unstable. “… use me ?”
“That's what the cops did Stateside, right?” Lockley asks softly.
“Yeah.” You feel uncomfortably hot. “How- when did you know?”
Lockley walks around to the other side of the bed and sits down next to you. His feet crossed. You focus on the fact he was still wearing shoes, instead of the feel of his warmth pressed to your side.
“Tengo una confesión.” He starts. “Remember that first time I bought information off you? I was looking for someone the underworld referred to as The Snitch.”
“That’s not a very creative name.”
“No. It ain’t.” Lockley half smiled. “Word was the Snitch had jumped shipped from the States and came to London.”
“Oh…that…was me.”
“Yeah, you.” Lockley breathed in. “Every criminal organization was on high alert. Too many underbosses were sure the kinda information you provided stateside would be given to the yard here. So they got paranoid. They started attacking people in their effort to find the Snitch. Always at night. We wanted to find out who it was to protect them and to stop the attacks. And frankly we were strung out protecting people night after night.”
“I’d say I shouldn’t have come but it’s not on me for what they did.” You grumble.
“Oh good,” Lockley smiled with pride in his eyes. “Was worried you’d do the whole self-sacrifice blaming yourself schtick.”
“Why would I? Them’s the one committing the attacks. Not me.” You huff.
“Well had Crawley look into it. No one knew who you were, what you looked like, where you lived. The only one with any kind of line on The Snitch were cops. American ones. And usually that kinda information trickles out to the corrupt cops and then to the underworld. Not this time but they did know one thing, the Snitch came from the NY-NJ area. Gave me the name to look for on cases. Did you know you’re listed over two hundred times as a confidential informant?”
“Yeah, sounds about right.”
“That’s an obscenely high number. It should have made you a target a long time ago. Woulda earned you a private hitman ordered on ya. Not to mention, that’s just what's public record. But funny thing, I couldn’t find a driver’s license or passport under that name. No pictures. No school record. Nothing. No way to track you down from there. It’s like someone was purposefully keeping you hard to find. Then this cop got sloppy. Officer Nunez.”
“Fucking Nunez.”
“Familiar with that one eh?”
“Too well.” You growl. “He’s here, in London. FBI now and on loan to the Yard working the Harrow case.”
“Ah…I’ll have to pay him a visit.” Lockley mused.
“Ha!” You laughed. “Pull his hair for me. He likes to yank on mine.”
“He touched you?” Lockley’s tone lowered, knuckles popping from his clenched fists. “Oh I’ll pull something. Just not his hair.”
“How’d he get sloppy?”
“Well…now I don’t think he was being sloppy anymore. I think it was intentional .” Lockley growled. “He updated a case that you had already testified on. There was an appeal, and your name was on it. Not the fake one he used, your real one. Which created an inconsistency.”
“That sonofabitch wanted to make me a target.”
“Yeah, and he let off a trafficker doing it. Inconsistencies in any paperwork in court cases are grounds for a mistrial if not corrected in time. And it wasn’t.”
“Which…”
“What?”
“Which trafficker?” You ask in a whisper.
"Felix Herrera."
You sighed. “Small time. Not too deep in the organization, but was ambitious. Has a family in the south side of Philly, three kids.”
“You remember all that?”
“I remember everything I ever listened to.”
“You got a bit of eidetic memory going on there?”
“No. Just trained myself to memorize information and fast. Only ever got one shot. Can’t exactly go ‘Scuse me miss. Yeah could you retype that 13-digit passcode on ya phone? I think I got the 9 and 7 mixed up. Thank you.’” You shrug. “Used to memorize the key tone sequences by standing near payphones to get free internet on an old laptop I lugged around.”
“A regular ole Zero Cool.”
You snort. “Please, I wouldn’t be so petty.”
“Oh are you a white hat hacker?”
You laugh and shake your head. “More like grey hat.”
“Best kind of hacker in my opinion.”
“I don’t do it anymore.” You shrug.
“Bullshit.”
“What? I don’t.”
“You wanna try again?” Lockley smirked.
“No really, I haven’t…” You remember you searched up Spector’s name. “Uh…” Lockley quirked an eyebrow up. “You…looked at my computer?”
“I told you, I cleared out the flat. I looked everywhere, to check up on you.”
You distinctly remember the ninety or so tabs you still had open featuring Moon Knight and the Scarlet Scarab. “Uhh…so you…saw...”
“Interesting reading material you had there. I’m flattered, but it was highly inaccurate.” He leans into you and whispers darkly. “I can do more with the suit on than off.”
You gulp. Lockley breathes and nuzzles the curve of your ear tip. “Curious still?”
You take too long answer and he pulls back with a playful grin.
“So anyway with Nunez’s fuck up, Crawley found you. I wanted to see if the rumors were true. And in my experience, Snitches aren’t easy to break if they don’t get anything in return. And you, my little beshert, caved as soon as I broke your nose.”
“Thanks for that by the way.”
“I dropped you off not far from the clinic, but you didn’t go.” Lockley smirked. “Besides, we’re even on that.” He tapped his nose.
“Oh we are not even. You have the suit, a broken nose is nothing for you.”
“Yeah but you also stabbed my liver. Twice.”
“And I didn’t mean to!”
“We gotta work on that, so you are doing it on purpose.”
“I don’t want to learn how to do that!”
“And?” Lockley shrugged.
“Unbelievable!”
“Listen, you’re gonna need the skills now that everyone in the underworld knows you’re with me.”
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY KNOW THAT?”
“Come on, if the Yard are watching you because of your connection to me - you really think that information hasn’t trickl- FUCK”
The heel of your palm crunched against his nose, breaking it. Blood spurted out and he turned away from you holding it.
“I’m beginning to think breaking people’s noses is your idea of foreplay.” He grinned, resetting his nose.
“Ya deserved it.” You growl and then groan, rubbing your shoulder.
“You a glutton for pain?”
“Only sometimes, apparently.”
“Or with specific people?” Lockley asks and quickly clarifies when you glare. “Joking…kinda.” He wiped his nose of blood. “Anyway, I confirmed you weren’t exactly loyal to that org when you didn’t return to selling dime bags on a corner, but went to petty crimes instead. Boosting of all things, and you still managed to get into trouble. And even though I told you to change your occupation, you still ended up doing something criminal.”
“I did actually change occupations.”
“You became a bouncer, Jersey.” Lockley deadpanned. “Bouncers are just as dirty as any criminal. They just got good intentions. Effectively, you donned your grey hat offline. And worse, you took a side job specifically to retaliate against someone. You’re lucky my uh… patron approved of ya, else I would have had to take you out that night - and not for dinner.”
“Patron?”
“Yeah the suit comes with a Patron.”
“Like a demon? I knew it!”
The lights flickered in the room and the curtains were blown off by a sudden gust of wind from your vent. And your room dividers fell over.
“Ah… First off, no. Not a demon. Second, you should probably apologize for that. That was insulting. He did not appreciate that, as you can see.” Lockley gestured to the room then turned toward an empty space. “Khonshu...relax, they didn’t mean it.”
Khonshu. That was the name the Not-Lockley had said earlier, and then Moon Knight was running across the roof at the same speed of a moving vehicle.
“Uhhh…” You eye the space and then look back to Lockley. “He’s… there?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry…I… wha-what is he?”
“He’s an Egyptian God of the Moon, and protector of travelers of the night.”
“The Moon?” You snort. “Here I thought Moon Knight was your edgy goth name, but nah there’s a reason for it. You really are Sailor Moon.” You laugh.
“I could one hundred percent pull off that skirt.” Lockley boasted.
“Oh don’t say that. I can get you one.”
“Oh you can?”
“Uh huh.”
“What do I get if I wear it then?”
“Fucking nothing. You’re already willing to wear it.”
“Damn, shouldn’t have said anything.”
You sit up despite the pain wracking through you and try to smirk, it comes off more like a grimace.
“Hey hey what are you doing?” Lockley reached out to stop you.
“Properly apologizing of course. I offended a God. No need to invite being smote.” You set the ice down.
Lockley smiles, impressed and amused.
“Khonshu, generous guardian of travelers, God of the Moon. I apologize for my insult. I had no other frame of reference other than demons. It was my mistake.” You shift your legs under you so you’re kneeling on your bed.
“Oy, there’s no need for all that. His head’s big enough as it is.”
“Please forgive me, your most holy eminence-ah…” You bow your head and lean forward. Though you can only do a little as the pain in your back from being slammed around makes you gasp.
“Now you’ve done it.”
“What?” You wince while looking up. But Lockley isn’t looking at you. He’s shifting uncomfortably.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You can do that with Marc, but not me.”
You eye Lockley. He was clearly having a conversation with Khonshu. “What’s he saying?”
“He wants to speak to you himself.”
“He can…he can do that?”
“Normally yeah. But it’s the new moon so he needs a little help.”
“How?”
“Aw this ain’t gon’be fun.” Lockley grumbles and then slumps against the headboard.
“YOUR APOLOGY IS ACCEPTED, MORTAL.” Lockely’s voice boomed, eyes aglow, his body jerked upright and stiff as he did it. The voice was deeper than his.
“YOUR REVERENCE IS MOST PLEASING, FOR THAT I GRANT YOU A BOON.” Lockley’s hands shot up and gripped your head. Hands over your ears. You try to pull away but his hold was tight.
“Khonshu…” Lockley growled.
“SILENCE, MY FRIEND. THIS IS FOR YOUR BENEFIT AS WELL.”
Lockley’s eyes glowed white and full with the moonlight, his suit wrapped around his body, cape folding around him and you. The wrappings slithered around your head from his suit.
“Locks?” Your voice rose in panic.
“Khonshu, what are you doing?!”
The God didn’t answer, yet the wrappings covered your face, your eyes and ears, wrapping your entire head. You could still breathe but it didn’t feel that way. You panted, trying to get loose, to see but you could feel smaller wrappings wriggling around in your ears, in your eyes, and down your throat. And then they pulled away.
The first thing you noticed was there was no more pain in your ears. You still had pain everywhere else, just not there.
The second thing was the giant bird skull right over Lockley’s head. “WHAT…” It floated over a human-like body wearing a sharp white suit and holding a staff with a crescent moon top. “..THE FUCK.”
“Good, you can see me.” It- he spoke.
“Fuck Khonshu! You coulda told me you were granting them the sight.” Lockley turned around. “Woulda made it less disorienting, dick.”
“Thats…thats Khonshu?” You ask, pointing, wide eyed.
“Yeah.” Lockley shrugged and rolled his shoulders.
“Do I…I dunno what the right ceremony is. Do I worship, praise? pray? I… wasn’t raised particularly religious.”
“You seemed to know well enough before.”
“Yeah but that was before I could see him. It’s different now.”
Khonshu chuckled, deep and throaty. “I do not require worship, Jersey.” He walks around the bedroom. “Though it is welcomed. Pray to me, worship me, if you so desire.”
“You ain’t gotta.” Lockley started.
“Look, I just got proof of a God.” You hiss. “I’ll fucking pray.”
“You are a welcome improvement to the little bug.” Khonshu mutters and steps over your fallen dividers.
“What… where’s he going?”
“Ah, just…he’s exploring. Leave it. He does it all the time.” Lockley sighs, grabbing your arm. “Come here.” He pulls you to him and you fight it.
“What? What do you want?”
“Just come here.”
“God damnit Locks.” Not that you could have fought him off for longer given the amount of pain still in your muscles. He pulls until you’re half sprawled over his lap. You’ve bitten your tongue from the forced movement and then sigh once he stops.
You’re practically straddling his lap. Actually no you are straddling him and you almost correct it, until Lockley wraps an arm around your waist and drags you closer, into a hug.
“You did good.” Lockley says in your ear, and lays a very uncharacteristically soft kiss to your temple. “Fighting me like you did. Lasting impressively long for a mundie.”
It’s difficult to say anything to this. Even more so when you feel stupid for reacting the way you did. You should have asked first instead of shooting.
“I panicked.”
“You did good for panicked. Paired with your forethought. Course I already knew you had all those weapons everywhere.” Lockley presses another kiss, you can feel his smirk against your skin.
“Cept the one.” You point out.
“Never gonna live that one down.” He pinches your side. “Clever though. Hollow chair. Where’d you get the idea.”
“It was an accident. When I was putting the chair together, I dropped my screwdriver in it. Thought, oh I can hide a knife and chain in here.”
“Chain?”
“Yeah, chain’s in the other one.”
Lockley barks a laugh. “So you had another weapon hidden?”
“Yeah but no way was I gonna be able to grab the other chair to get it, not when…” You trail off, remembering what Jake did after being stabbed a second time. You touch your throat, where you could still feel the ghost of his hands holding you in place, constricting your movement. Him pressed against you, nipping with his teeth and rubbing with his tongue. You shiver and pant.
“I meant it.” Lockley’s voice is husky against your ear. “The things I’d do to you.”
You pull back to ask him what. But you barely have time to breathe when his mouth is on yours, hungry and demanding. His left hand is splayed against your back, keeping you from pulling away - though you’re sure you wouldn’t have.
Lockley’s mouth melds against yours, continuing where he left off against the wall. He doesn’t leave any part of your mouth and tongue untouched by him.
His free hand grips your hips and pushes you so you’re grinding against him - at least you think so until his hand slides up your body and you’re still moving your hips. It’s you, all on your own, seeking the pleasure of your bodies pressed so close.
Your head gets light and you try to pull away but he holds you against him, until he bites your tongue the way you had his. The pain makes you gasp but the sound goes nowhere as he swallows it. You start to slump from lack of air and finally he lets you go to breathe. You’re panting and dripping blood.
“Locks.” You moan when he continues to attack you with his mouth, this time on your throat and neck. Biting, marking, teasing the skin up and bruising it with his teeth.
He growls every time you try to pull away now, keeping you against him, squirming and heating under what remains of your shirt.
“Jersey, baby, you want this.” He rasps against your throat, soothing all the painful bites with his tongue.
“I do but..” You groan. You try to regain some sanity but he slips his hand into your hair and grabs your hair by the roots. Your scalp is still sensitive from earlier but the move sends a deep lick of heat through your loins. He angles your head up by pulling.
“Uh-huh.” He licks the space between the base of your neck and collarbone. “What is it?”
“I forget.” You’re breathless.
“Good.” He swings you and lays you down. He’s on top of you, invading your space and skin with his tongue. You push up on the bed, your hand slipping from the slick of blood there.
Lockley looks down and grins.
“We are not fucking on a pool of your blood.” You hiss.
“Our blood.” Lockley smirks. “We can go back to the wall, if you want.”
You glance toward it, where it was also splattered with blood from where he spat. Then you eye the mess of your flat, broken glasses, plates, and chair littered across the floor. The bed was easily the least cluttered.
“Fuck it.” You give in, too blitzed on hormones to really care where he fucks you.
“Finally.” Lockley resumes his attack on your neck. He pulls at the remains of his shirt, throwing it over the side of the bed.
You’re wiggling, feeling his hot skin caked with dried blood. You ignored that last bit, going for his pants. You fumble with his belt, yanking on it only to undo the buckle then unzip him.
“Eager now that you got no hang ups?” He laughs hoarsely into your ear.
“Shut up and get ya damn pants off.” You seethed.
“Yes, dear.” He snarks and shoves his pants down. Getting up just enough to kick his shoes off with it too.
While he does that, you’ve already shed what’s left of your shirt and kicked off your pants and trainers. You were in just your binder and boxers now.
“I’m feeling like it’s a bit unfair here.” Lockley steps out of his pants, sans any kind of underwear.
“Of course you go commando.” You sigh.
“Only for you, Jersey.”
“Cute.”
“Oh I’ll show you cute.” He leans forward and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your boxers and yanks. You help him and then scramble back the rest of the way he pulled you. “No running now.”
“Not running, just clearing some space.” You explain and then mimicking him, you use two fingers to make a come hither gesture.
Lockley grinned and crawled over you, kissing his way up your legs. As soon as he is close enough, you brush his curls back. He gets to your thighs and parts your legs. A shiver runs through you as his breath ghosts over your skin. He presses a kiss on the inside of your upper thighs, and then bites hard enough to bruise and then soothes it with his tongue.
You squirm when he repeats it again, next to it, overlapping the other. Each bite mixing pain and pleasure on skin made sensitive until you’re bleeding when he bites too hard. Not a lot, but enough that you hear him suck.
“Beginning to think ya some kinda vampire.” You pant.
“Vampires would be so lucky to have your blood.” Lockley travels up over your abdomen and pauses at your binder. He looks up at you, a silent question in his gaze. “I’d really like to suck on your nipples but if you ain’t comfortable, I can skip it.”
You gulp and tremble then shake your head.
“Next time.” He grins with a promise.
“Than-” He cuts you off with a kiss, settling his hips between your legs. More importantly the length of his cock lays against you, hot and teasing and leaking.
Lips sucked, tongue scraped and you’re once again left gasping for breath from how long he keeps your mouth engaged. You forget about breathing through your nose, completely overwhelmed.
You scratch at his arms when he does it again, slapping his skin. He growls. “Harder baby.” You pant. “You gotta hit me harder.”
So you do, and he grins. You scratch his face and pull at his hair. Your vision starts to darken, and then you’re grabbing his throat with both hands. He pulls back, eyes darker than before and they spark in glow briefly.
“You gonna choke me?” He asks.
“Ya want me to?”
You could feel a quiver of excitement run through him and he nods his head silently. So you grab his throat, just as he had done to you earlier.
“Right here.” he instructs, moving your hands. “Press there. So you’re constricting, but not trying to kill me - not that you could.”
“That a challenge?”
“Just stating a fact, bab-Ah.” Lockley stops talking when you grip harder and dig your nails in, drawing blood.
“Keep talking, chulo.” You hiss, pressing your thumb against his Adam's apple. He groans, eyes closed and then rolls his hips into you, grinding his cock against you. He reaches down blindly to aim. You look between your arms and shift. “Almost.” You encourage him and then he catches you and sinks in slowly.
You hiss.
“Fuck- you’re soaking,” Lockley gasps and pulls out with a loud squelch.
“That’s all your doing.” You coo and then hook one leg up to yank him back until he’s fully sheathed inside you. “Ah fuck, I miss that feeling.” You sigh.
“What feeling?” His eyes open.
“Being stuffed.” You snark.
There’s a pleased groan that grows in his throat and then he rolls his hips so his pelvic bone presses and grinds just right.
“Puto!” Your grip around his throat slacks and he takes the moment to yank both of your legs more securely on his hips before pulling back and thrusting into you. “Ay!”
“Yeah?” He drives into you slow and hard, not quite ramming but deep every time that you’re having trouble holding on. He’s watching you and every time he brushes that pivotal spot, you grip his throat with all your might and he howls a moan low in the back of his throat and drives quickly, seeking out his release briefly before he gets control of himself - shaking his head. “Mierda, every time you-”
“Uh-huh.” You nod.
“Its just-”
“Entiendo.”
“Fuck.” He swears, sweat drips down his chest and his curls hang over his brows. He takes a few seconds after another squeeze to catch his breath. You watch him slowly becoming unhinged.
The next time, he has to lower his head and rest his forehead against your shoulder. That's when you roll your hips and clench your inner muscles at the same time as your hands on his throat.
A string of curses not in Spanish erupt from him and then he’s biting your shoulder, growling and his hips drive into you with force. He doesn’t stop like before, and you know he won’t last. You almost take pity on him. Almost. Even if the pain in your shoulder made you wince, you hold on until he’s spilling inside you and rips flesh from your shoulder. You scream.
He cums, mouth open in a groan as he lets the blood and saliva fall. He pants hunched over you, and staring at you with wild eyes.
You smugly grin at him but then he shakes his head.
“No deberías haber hecho eso.” His voice is low, dangerous and laced with a threat. He yanks out of you and breaks your hold on his throat.
“Wha-” You have no time to protest or prepare when his face is between your legs. He slaps your thighs once and then dives in to devour you in another way. You were already close before so it was easy to get you to completion the first time, but then he keeps going .
He’s relentless, even when you're arching your back and your legs squirm and you’re pulling his hair. Lockley brings you to release again, and you think he’s done, but oh no he was just getting started.
He switches tactics, between licking and crooking his fingers inside you, to fucking you with the same two fingers he used earlier, to even edging you for an agonizing amount of time.
Your throat is made raw from your moans and screams. It’s only when your legs quiver out of your control and you’re red face and silent that he stops. He stops only to sit back, pleased with himself and licking his fingers.
“Best damn meal in town.” He grins.
You are incapable of saying anything, and Lockley knows it so he hovers over you.
“You’re sneaky. Had no idea you could do that.” He presses a soft kiss against the corner of your lips, then frowns. “Sorry about the uh…” He brushes a finger over your shoulder where fresh blood was still welling up. “You surprised me is all.” He leans over and licks at it, but it doesn’t stop bleeding so easily.
“You’re gonna be floating for a bit, I bet. So I’m gonna patch that up for ya.” He whispers and disappears briefly to grab the first aid kit and a towel dipped in water from the pot. He cleans you up, putting cream and a bandage. Even wipes your thighs.
He gets distracted and goes for seconds until you pass out.
You come back and he’s wrapped himself around you, singing softly in Spanish in your ear and running his fingers tips over the skin of your arm.
“Locks?” Your voice is hoarse.
“Jake.” He mutters into your ear. “Call me Jake, think we’ve been long past surnames.”
“Hmm. Jake…” You smile and burrow further against him.
“Yeah?”
“Does Khonshu ever watch?”
Jake stills and you feel him smile wickedly against your temple.
Chapter Notes:
Ay, amor, me duele tanto. Me duele tanto. Que me fui sin decir a dónde. Ay, amor, fue una tortura perderte.
This lyric has some double meaning. The actual lyrics are
Ay, amor, me duele tanto. Me duele tanto. Que te fueras sin decir a dónde. Ay, amor, fue una tortura perderte
Which means "Oh my love, it hurts so much. It hurts so much. That you left without saying a word. Oh my love, losing you was torture"
However Jake changes the part that means "That you left without saying a word." so it now means "That I left you without saying a word."
Confessing quite a bit here. But of course Jersey is still too adrenaline fueled to notice and just thinks he's fucking up the lyrics
Special Note: Also I’ve started writing this fic series from Jake’s Perspective. But it’s an Ao3 exclusive. You can find it here.
#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley x oc#moon knight fanfiction#jake lockley#moon knight#fic: fuck this bitch in particular
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lol Hi😂 I hope your doing well! I saw your post about swimming becoming and an healthy addiction and it made me chuckle (in a good way and respectfully!!!) because it reminded me of me little cousin does swimming for her middle school and is at the pool like every other day of the week plus weekends! And like last time we hung about at a pool she was just zooming around like a little mermaid while I was holding to a noodle b/c I'm not good at floating 😂 but yeah.... also I guess what I'm trying to say is that 4+ times a week probably isn't a bad amount to go swimming! It's exercise remember and exercise if good for all types of health!! Exercise is good for you!! Also plus's I think I've heard that some soreness can be a good think because it (can be) an indicator of muscle growth! There's some medical stuff there too but I can't think of it off the top of my head! Just remember to stretch I guess and stay hydrated especially because id your swimming in salt water I can dehydrate you faster then normal water because salt. Idk how you're swimming but maybe if you are doing like certain strokes you could try rotating to different ones that work some different muscles? Idk? It is also important to rest though! Maybe it would help if you like made out a schedule of sorts for like they days you go and don't go to get a good mount of rest in between? If it's something you find comfort in too it can be good to help relieve stress! And yeah, that's about all I got. Sorry for rambling! I hope I'm not overstepping! You're brilliant!! ❤️❤️❤️
Omg do they swim for the team? Thats actually really cool and something i never could have done in school!!
I had an older cousin like that who could zip around the pool like a shark, i remember him and my dad trying to teach me to swim when I was like 5 and had a big fear of water, i used to think he was the coolest but he was so naturally zoomy and stuff even my dad (who's actually athletic) couldnt beat him in a race.
Yeah i think Id be less para about it if i didn't get the intense feelings of guilt when I don't go swimming. Like this morning I got up to go swimming but missed the bus, so now i have to wait until this evening and I'm genuinely really upset with myself about it. Like I'm pretty prone to eating disordered behavior and I do kinda wonder if I'm attatching more importance to an hours swim than i really should be.
Yeah you're right about the soreness, I've been doing lots of stretches because i want to learn to do the splits and increase my flexibility again (i used to do gymnastics as a child and I'm hypermobile so i have a complex about not being the bendiest bitch in Aldi haha)
I did end up taking a rest day yesterday and not feeling awful about it in the end, and I'm going to go tonight and then tomorrow too, i can maybe even go on Saturday or Sunday which would be cool.
I only swim breast stroke because i dont like putting my head all the way under water (i have ptsd and having my head under water when I'm swimming makes me panic so bad lol) (im slowly working on it) but I'm really only going swimming for my mental health as a way of burning off all my anxious energy. It does do wonders for my anxiety on a good day tbf.
Anyways thank u for ur message and like, giving me the chance to get a different (probably way more rational) perspective on the whole thing, i feel a lot calmer and less paranoid now.
U definitely havent overstepped dont worry!! ❤️❤️
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Picante Para Mayo y Cinco
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