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bugsbia · 7 months

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ʚ Kabukimono Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ BEFORE READING: Sorry for my recent inactivity, i am perhaps, just a little, burnt out. This is about the Kabukimono phase of Scaramouche's life specifically.

ʚ WARNINGS: none really needed, Kabuki is very soft and quite the virgin. Reader is a little dom, but not very.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kabukimono is a softie for you, so naturally he'll give you aftercare without a second thought. He'll pamper you in kisses and tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He'll wanna fall asleep in your arms afterwards, just staying close to you! Don't forget to give him aftercare too though, he needs his love too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He loves all of you really, but your tits are his favourite. They're just so soft and warm, he can’t help but play with them during sex. Sucking on yours tits happily while he buries his dick inside you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He’d cum inside you if you let him, he likes the way it makes him feel so close and connected to you. Don't surprised him he quietly begs for your permission to cum inside when he starts getting close.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you cry from pleasure? sends him reeling. The first time it happened he got worried, thinking he'd hurt you or pushed you too far, but when you explained that overwhelming pleasure can cause you to cry he became addicted to it. He does everything within his power to make you cry everytime.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sweet Little Kabukimono has no experience at all, and we all know that. He’s a bit shy about it, but not ashamed. He just wants you to lead him through it, show him how things work and teach him how to make both himself and you feel good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Big fan of cowgirl but more so when he’s sitting up opposed to laying back, he likes being able to wrap his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck or between your tits. He’s a bit clingy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not so much goofy in a playful way, but goofy in an inexperienced way. He’s trying his best to learn the ropes though, so don’t get upset with him, he just wants to please you. Have fun with it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

As mentioned in the Scaramouche one, he’s a puppet and most likely hairless. Though he can’t really change that as Kabukimono since Dottore isn't around.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is a need for him, he isn’t really here for recreational sex (most of the time). To him it’s something very intimate and he loves that, he loves being so close and romantic with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t masturbate often, but he will if you’ve been too busy or are away on a trip. Though it’ll never feel as good as when you help him, he needs you. He’ll spend the entire session whimpering and whining to himself about how he misses you so much and how he needs you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned earlier, dacryphilia. He thinks it's just so nice when he sees you crying because he makes you feel so good, it's like wordless praise to him. Aside from that he might slip out some "mommy's" here and there, the mommy issues go hard for him, especially when you teach him the ropes.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The cosy comfort of your bed. If you two share a bed then it's a nice moment of intimacy in a place only for the two of you, if you don't then he'll love being in your bed, in your space. Makes him feel special, that he gets to be in your spaces and do such things with you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his neck, it'll do it for him. The close contact and the way it feels, he can't resist your touch, the way your lips feel against his skin. He'll be a mess within seconds if you're not careful.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sorry but Kabukimono can’t be mean to you during sex, he’ll feel bad. He’s too sweet for his own good, and he really doesn’t wanna upset or hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving and receiving, but prefers giving, he's a big giver. He's quite shy though, he worries he's not doing good enough or that it'll be gross for you if you go down on him, but once he gets into it and learns a bit he will gladly give or receive any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically he'll go for slow and passionate, he likes the intimacy of the act and things end too quickly if you're going fast. Though he isn't totally against it, at the end of the day he wants to do his best to please you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As mentioned just before, he prefers slow and passionate sex, he's a soft guy and just wants to be close to you. To savour the way you feel, the taste of your skin, the way your lips feel. But, he will indulge if you really want to have a quickie, but not often. He thinks waiting is more worthwhile.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is always down to try new things within his limits, those limits being he simply does not want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort. So he'll decline if you ask for those sort of things, but beyond that he'll try it at least once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As we know Kabukimono is a puppet, and therefore he has practically infinite stamina. Meaning he'll go on for as long as you desire, and as long as there isn't anything else either you or he have to attend to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before you he had never considered the concept of sex toys, he didn't know the existed, so he didn't have any and had never used them. Once you brought up the idea he was confused at first, naturally, but willing to learn and try new things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hardly knows how to tease, he's awkward and clumsy, doesn't know how these things work. Eventually, if you push him in the right direction, he'll get the hang of it though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kabukimono can be fairly loud, he whimpers and whines a lot, he can't help it when you just feel so good. He'll try keep it quiet but it isn't rare for him to get too excited, meaning you'll have to help him keep quiet a bit. He'll gladly suck on your fingers if you want him to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He cries too sometimes, after long sessions he just gets so sensitive and so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can't hold back a few tears. He looks so pretty when he cries too, it makes his eyes glisten.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His body is quite slim and delicate looking, smooth pale skin blemish free, untouched. His skin is so soft too, just feels so smooth and nice under your fingers. As for his size, he's around 6~ inches, the tip is a pretty light pink colour and super sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty normal, and he's pretty good at controlling himself when it comes to being on his own. That said though, if you're around it's a bit harder, especially if you're being touchy with him. He's just a touch starved virgin after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Puppets do not need sleep, so he probably won't fall asleep. He'll probably just go back to doing whatever tasks he had for the day, maybe he'll make you some food. If he isn't busy then maybe he'll nap with you a bit.

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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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「 💭 」⠀overstimulating childe and albedo because you can't get enough of their cum!

cw. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, reposted and edited work :D, multiple orgasms, messy sex (yes), an abnormal amount of cum, riding, oral (m), dirty talk, use of names (princess), baby trapping, bit of dubcon (tagging this just in case), pure filth

A L B E D O

he just thinks it's just another of your silly games.

judging from the way your body accepts each of his relentless thrusts had him feeling weak and close to surrendering. he can feel his thighs ache, his balls tighten to the stimulating feeling of shooting his creamy load inside your leaky cunt but your words keep echoing inside his mind, making it hard for him to stop—

"just a little more 'bedo. a-ah, right there.”

you called out to him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. you kept on surprising him, right after your hands went to lock around his neck your legs as well hooked themselves around his hips. "i'm so close 'bedo. ro-rougher please~" and he followed, putting all his focus on his hips, aiming for the sweet spots that had you creaming all over him.

he loves this, more than he can admit it himself. he loves how you’re being so needy, so whiny from being stimulated so much by his cock and his cock alone.

"hng, you're so damn tight around me," uttered the alchemist before cussing under his breath as he felt your greedy hole sucking him, forcing more of his cum inside of you. he hisses at the way your gummy walls continued to clamp down on him, pulsing with warmth that pulls him deeper and deeper.

"not enough, 'bedo. still want more of you inside of me, pretty please?" your murmur when you rut your hips upwards, forcing your aching thighs to meet his halfway, letting your clit rub on his pelvic bone, feeling his stiff cock twitch despite how many times he had already came in you.

"still want me to stuff your pretty holes, princess?" albedo muses but groans when your warmth constantly pulsed to suck all the cum he's been saving in his balls. with every thrust that follows after your wishes had him weak against you, the tip of his dick feels so sensitive while it hits the spot he knew would have you seeing stars.

"yes, 'bedo. wanna suck you dry, gimme all your cum."

your words, glazed with the intoxication of lust that erases all morals you have on yourself, pushed him more to rut his hips even when the sharp jolts sent from the head of his dick all the way to his real head had him losing what he's supposed to do.

he unknowingly slows down his pace, trying to catch his breath and to lessen how his hips strain a little from how his cock aches from cumming so much. but that didn't stop your body from rubbing itself against him, desperate to feel more stimulation.

you unwrapped your legs once more around his waist, bending it just to jerk your body upwards to meet albedo's throbbing and leaking cock.

"c-close, so close!" he surprisingly cried out but he was quick to bite down on his lower lip to stop more of the breathy moans and low whines to escape his mouth. but you can hear him, shooting dopamine through your body that you can't help but coo at him.

"you're so good for me 'bedo. thank you for your cum, thank you for filling me up."

C H I L D E

he's really whiny as he came for the fourth time this night.

you kept on rocking your hips over his hard cock, smothering his skin with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the flesh on his neck, marking him everywhere your mouth can reach. your hands were busy helping yourself in lifting your trembling body to roughly fuck your sloppy cunt all over him.

"f-f/n, shit, isn't this e-enough for the night?" he asks, back arching as you tightened around him. "f-fuck, i'm so sensitive already, please."

"not enough, it's not enough childe. please, i want more of you." a purr out of your lips together with the lustful glaze of your eyes had him weak. a sucker for your love, childe just lets you use him for your own satisfaction, hissing when you creamed around him, coating both your thighs with your juices as you squirted from the satisfaction gotten from being fucked full of his cum and cock.

"a-ah, shit, you're so damn tight f/n, fuck, please, 's too much." a hushed whimper came out from childe, causing something inside of you to stir more desire in wanting him. his hands were tight around your hips but faltered as soon as you moved once more through the sensitivity of your clit rubbing so eagerly on his groin.

he just feels so damn good to be inside of you, so hard and long that with every rut of your hips to meet his hits the right spots inside. addicting, childe's cock is truly addicting that you craved to feel more of him, just fucking yourself that the cries he let go pass through your head.

"wanna be full, full of you. give me one more, please, just one more."

childe can only feel this pleasurable pain stinging from his cock, feeling himself close to being milked dry but your body isn't stopping until he had given you what you want. he, himself, is growing addicted to the feeling as well, toes curling as another orgasm peaks behind the ache between his legs.

his eyes peered up on your face, looking so satisfied as you get closer to another sweet peak of yours. after a few rolls of your luscious body against his, both of you came at the same time, both your cries and groans echoing in the room.

childe is fucking spent, heavy intakes of air followed the growls from his throat. just as when he thought you're done, you removed yourself and looked at how your hole is practically dripping with both your cum, childe's cock flushed with a dark pink color at the tip with every vein. your eyes sparkled, licking your chapped lips before sliding yourself down between his legs.

the dangerous glint on your e/c orbs alerts childe and he was a bit too late on pulling you away because you finally have his pretty cock inside your mouth.

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revluvzen · 3 months

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[❤️‍🔥💪] "𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱?" [💪❤️‍🔥] PART 2

top!Lucas/Wong Yukhei x bottom!male reader

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Genre: smut. -18 DNI.

WC: 1,4k

tags: car sex, semi public sex, Lucas looks like out of FraternityX, "bro" treatment, friends to lovers/fwb, first time / virgin reader, male reader, slight feminization ("pussy" used a few times), coming inside, anal, Lucas disobeys reader pleadings.

All individuals consent.

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"So, you won't leave until you cum, you know that bro, right?", Lucas said, patting your ass. "W-Well, not gonna lie, I'm hard as fuck... Just, a tiny push and I'll cum", you said, grabbing your cock about to stroke, until Lucas stopped you. "That's what I was thinking of doing to you, some pushes", he smirked.

"Bro, you're gonna fuck my hole?", you said, surprised. Very in the deep, although, that was what you've been wishing for years. "Come on, don't fake it bro. You want it, I want it. I've read the male gspot is deep inside their boypuss- I mean, rectums", he said, goofily trying to convince you.

"... fine...", you agreed, lowering your pants just enough to let your butt out. "Get on all fours you slu- I mean, bro", Lucas said, hard again and so wishing to fuck you. You obeyed, and got on your knees on the backseats to then bend over gripping the cushions.

"Please don't be rough bro, also remember we're in college...", you said, worried and taking a big breath. Lucas smirked, "don't worry, it's not like the campus parking lot isn't like a love hotel anyways". "You're a pervert", you said, nervously.

Lucas, smiling goofily, looking so fckng handsome with those hard abs, tan skin and muscley arms that are now gripping your ass, started slapping the tip of his dick on your hole. "Don't be rough bro I beg you, it's my first time anyways...", you said, truly worried as you know how Lucas likes to fuck since he has told you about it in the past. "Shh, shh, stop being such a crying faggot, now deep breath...", he said, his remark shocking you and actually make you obey even more.

Lucas put just the tip of his huge dick inside of your hole. "S-Stop, that's good enough already", you moaned. "It's not even halfway in bro, I can't feel anything", he said, pushing a little bit further. "F-Fuck", you moaned, already sweating a bit. "Come on bro, you got this", Lucas said, pushing even further. "J-Just put it all in alread- FUCK", you groaned, as Lucas did just that the moment you pronounced those words.

"I'm gonna start fucking you know, okay?", he said, already thrusting in and out. "G-God, fuck", was all you could moan, while you felt your hole and guts being all stretched for Lucas huge dick. It was painful, but in the end: you're having what you wished forever. Lucas inside of you feel amazing. That intimacy you've been craving for is reaching its peak.

Lucas set a slow pace at first; but his thrusts were aggresive and on-spot. Your prostate already was being hit constantly, making your legs tremble and getting you addicted to that strange feeling in your lower abs. "You like that bro? Like this cock in your ass?", Lucas said, now thrusting a bit more quick. "Y-Yeah, fuck, b-but don't go that quick", you said, heavily breathing, still shocked by how huge that dick is impaling your hole. Nevertheless, Lucas didn't pay attention to what you said; instead, he started fucking you faster.

"L-Lucas, f-fuck", you said, moaning while you feel your hole being abused so good. "Such a slut for my dick, fuck, this pussy so tight", he said, in such sexy voice that it felt like candies to your ear. "W-What the hell are you say- FUCK", you said, when you got interrumpted by a really powerful thrust of Lucas. He kept quickening up the pace, making your prostate get more and more stimulated. That was already showing in your dick, that got really hard.

You saw some passerbies nearby. "B-Bro, they're gonna see, slow down the pace or something, f-fuck", you groaned, worried. Lucas didn't even reply; he kept fucking your hole relentlessly. You saw those passerbies far away doing shock and laughing faces. A car swinging side to side with the windows fogging could only mean one thing. "Fuck Lucas, they realis- A-AH~", you moaned, Lucas hitting your prostate so good your mind suddenly turned numb.

Your sweet spot was feeling so good a natural smile came up in your face, with a feeling that you are now craving more and more. "F-Fuck, bro, y-yes~ k-keep going" you said, thirsty for more and more dick. Lucas kept thrusting his huge and thick dick inside of you. "Yeah, take all this dick, come on, you a fucking slut bro, God, if I knew you were such a faggot I'd have ruined this tight hole of yours earlier", he groaned, bending over to kiss your neck while smacking your ass.

You naturally started to jerk off as you felt Lucas railing your hole frenziedly. It'd take you just some seconds to start coming. "B-Bro, I can't hold it in, f-fuck", you groaned. "You're gonna cum bro? Come on, do it, come to my fucking dick abusing you", Lucas moaned.

You stroked your dick faster but there was no need for that; Lucas furiously fucked your hole so good your sweet spot orgasmed, making your cock start milking cum all over Lucas' car windows and seat, while your moans turned high-pitched and your face showed such happiness and perversion. "I'm coming~", you moaned, your dick and hole feeling so good while your mind goes crazy, just focusing on how good you feel right now.

The long strands of thick milky fluid finished coming out of your penis; while your climax was still ongoing, Lucas voice interrupted you. "I'm gonna fucking come now, fuck, you're so fucking tight babe", Lucas said, treating you just like he treats all of those girls he usually enjoy to fuck. "A-Ah~", you kept moaning, feeling your hole getting so loose due to Lucas fucking you rough as fuck.

"I-I'm gonna breed you~, I'm gonna fucking breed you~", Lucas groaned. "W-Wait, a-ah~", you wanted to interrupt him. Coming inside wasn't what you guys agreed on to start with. But Lucas was so thirsty for your hole he did just that. "FUUUCK~", he said, with a powerful thrust, putting his seed all deep inside of you, so much cum you can feel your sweet spot wet and warm. "G-God~", you moaned breathily. "Oh~ Ohh~", Lucas groaned, thrusting very slow, as he dropped himself over you and started to make out with you.

After some minutes of making out with Lucas dick inside of you, he pulled out. He spreaded your buttchecks, "squirt it out, bro", he said. You hesitantly did so, his cum starting to flow out of your hole. "Fuck yeah, that pussy got bred as fuck", he smirked. "Bro, stop...", you said, annoyed. "Give me something to clean myself up", you told him. "Here", he said, bending over behind your ass and starting to lick his own cum out of your buttcrack. "Damn bro, fuck~", you wanted to protest, but his tongue in your hole felt so good. He grabbed you by your nape and pulled you in a kiss, sharing his cum mouth to mouth until you both swallowed.

You raised your pants and so did him. You both realised what just happened. The backseats and windows have cum in them; and the rest of the windows are all fogged up. "Bro I fucking told you to not be rough nor come inside", you told him, playfully. "I just couldn't hold myself in, sorry", he sighed. "It's okay... damn I hope we didn't get reported", you said, kinda worried. "Nah, it's okay. I already have two reports because of fucking in my car here. They don't do shit", Lucas said, reassuring you. "Bro..." you said, giggling at that fact.

Lucas stopped for a second, serious. "Hey, no one should know about this, okay?", he said. "You don't tell anyone neither...", you agreed. "Got it", he assured. "Well, it's not like some people didn't see...", you gave a second thought. "They were far away!! They didn't see shit!", he said, suddenly so worried you laughed back. "Right, right", you say, while you both go to the front seats.

"Let's do this more often, bro", Lucas told you, smiling and giving you a quick smooch". "...definitely", you said, winking to him. "I'll take you home now. Take it as an apology for the breeding thing", he said, smirking. "It's not like you want to stay at my place to play with my PlayStation tho...", you mentioned. "You got me in that one", he laughed.

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uchihabbynic · 2 years

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Trafalgar Law - Relationship, Intimacy & Sex HC

warnings: NSFW at the end and I definitely got super carried away 😮‍💨 🥵

a/n: I am so obsessed with this man, i just kinda spiraled here so I need others to indulge in this with me 🥺💗 Also, I’d love to hear others’ HC’s of this pretty, grumpy boyyy!

For Law to entertain a romantic relationship to begin with, you’d most likely need to start as childhood friends, crew mates or an ally (being a part of the Strawhats Crew for example).

He’d appreciate the full package of beauty, brains and strength (beauty being less important but if you happen to be gorgeous AND can hold your own in a fight or have an intellectual conversation with him - you have his heart) 💗

Being in an intimate relationship with Law would mean you’d definitely need to work for it. The first aspect being that you gain his trust because being close/intimate with anyone is terrifying and quite frankly, Law’s scared to get attached to someone. (Poor baby has been through so much loss and trauma that he would need an insane amount of therapy to even begin to unpack all of it).

Next, you’d prove to him that you’re loyal and supportive till the end. Naturally, he’s going to be apprehensive about being in a relationship and wants to ensure you’re there for the long-haul. He’s not used to all these feelings and romance shit so reassurance will be necessary - especially in the beginning stages.

If Law has a crush on you, don’t think for a second that he’ll speak up about it. He’ll take that shit to his grave UNLESS you’re both put in a life or death situation where he worries that he may never see you again, otherwise - expect to be forward and direct with your feelings for Law if you want things to go anywhere.

However, beware - because Law would 100% pull the “I’m not ready for a relationship” card & this could be for a number of reasons: #1 being obvious - he’s a well known, highly sought after Pirate who lives a dangerous day to day life and he doesn't know when one day could be his last but #2 there would be some anxiety around just simply being a good partner to you. He knows his trauma has hardened his heart a bit, causing him to come off as a bit cold and closed off but at the end of the day, Law wants to be everything you need him to be. He wants to give you the best but would feel unsure if he’s deserving of you.

Overall, Law would be a great partner to have once you’ve broken down those walls because he’s super level headed, intelligent, cares deeply for his loved ones and will always make you feel protected! Plus, he’s hot as hell - so there’s also that.

(NSFW)

First of all, you’ll never catch Law fucking a random no matter how much he may wanna get his dick wet. Naturally, he’s not the most horny of the One Piece men, but if the urge hits him, he’ll find some alone time late at night on the Polar Tang to quickly jerk one off before attempting to get some sleep. Basically, committed relationships are the only time he’ll let himself be vulnerable in that way with anyone else.

If you’re fortunate enough to be his lover, you will thoroughly enjoy the sex as Law will take such great care of you & leave you wonderfully surprised. Sometimes, you can expect fast, rough fucking where Law overstimulates & abuses your pussy but he’s also someone who enjoys slow, passionate sex as well. In fact, he actually prefers to slow things down as it's like the ultimate, most intimate form of bonding with his partner.

After a long night in the office, he seeks you out to relieve some built up tension. Law feels like he’s floating on a cloud when he gets to bury himself inside of your glistening folds. You watch his beautiful face contort - slowly crumbling above you, trying to stifle his moans as he bottoms out, savoring how good you feel squeezing around his length.

Law isn't the kinkiest at first. He’ll start out pretty vanilla until you let him know its ok to spice things up. Medical role play, dumbification (he has a slight superiority complex), and choking (he loves to see his tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat) are all things that would turn the “Surgeon of Death” on.

Doesn’t mind quickies but doesn't really prefer it. He likes to take his time making a mess of you on his cock or fingers.

Law loves when you ride him - either tracing your fingers over the ink on his chest and or interlocking your fingers with his. Regardless, the Doctor is in for a treat. He’ll enjoy watching your tits bounce in his face, hearing your ass slap against his thighs and even the lewdness of your pussy squelching as you bounce on his cock. As Law looks down and sees the juices of your arousal coat his shaft, at this point - he’s close; whimpering and begging for you to milk him dry. This rewards him with the best combo of visual + physical stimulation so you’ll have him cumming loads in no time.

Tags: @unsuretater-simp , @hoeronoa-zoro ✨❤️

#trafalgar law one piece #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #law smut #traflagar law headcanon #one piece headcanons #one piece smut

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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just found ur blog and i love the battinson posts being protected by his kids do you think i could get a one shot with the batfam in quarantine and jason pretending to hate it but he actually loves being around bruce so often? maybe jealous batkids who really don't like when bruce isn't paying attention to them bc he's on a work meeting or talking with clark and want his attention on them (maybe damian and jason and tim with dick and cass saying they're stupid but going along with it) thanks and sorry if this is too long

First: Sorry for be too late about this.

Usally One Shots takes a bit extra of time, since a need to put a structure, and to not mention the translation process. Since English is not my native lenguage.

Sooo, lets start.

(best description os Bruce and all his children during the pandemic lockdown)

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Quarantine was soooooo complicated.

People getting sick, companies going down or going up, doctors and nurses isolating themselves from their families, parents losing children and children losing parents, families coming together and families splitting up, couples finding each other.....

You know what I mean, don't you?

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So, Bruce even though he has the benefit of having a mega mansion for him and his family and a few other properties around the city, the country and the rest of the world... let's just say he didn't have as much privacy as others would have thought.

First: Knowing that many shelters would go bankrupt or lack the capacity to house the many people who needed them, Bruce decided to temporarily lend out some of the smaller properties (his own and not the Wayne family's) so that the rent money would not be a burden to those groups in need.

Second: Happily for him, and the workers of his company, it was not a few months before the lock-in that Wayne Co. had invested in various actions in different medical fields. So they did not have big losses or at least almost all of their workers were able to keep their jobs. Those who had not been so lucky had either been sent as support to the areas that needed them most or had their pay docked for another 9 months while they looked for another job (their decision, not Bruce's).

Third: All their children decided to get together so they could get through the pandemic together... and apparently they had developed a dual personality as puppies.

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Bruce loves his kids, and now that he can spend more time with them and actually interact with them as a real family, he wants to make the most of the situation. He doesn't have to patrol much anymore, since even the villains are locked up in their respective hideouts, and he thought at first that this would allow him to spend more time relaxing.

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So idiotic of him.

Even though the mansion was terribly huge, there always seemed to be someone in every place.

Dick had moved in at the beginning, as he was sharing a case with Tim and was in the mansion when everyone was put under mandatory lockdown. Tim was still living with him, though he was leaving with the Titans seasonally so he could work better with his team; as the case had been in Gotham he had no problem with the lockdown. Damian .... Well, Damian was still a kid, so he was with him all the time.

But Jason had been a pleasant surprise.

The day after all the newscasts said about the lockdown, Bruce was surprised by Jason at the entrance of the mansion.

His son was carrying several suitcases, a couple of planters and various other things in boxes behind him. He looked exhausted, and thoroughly disgusted by the stain the pot had left on his shirt, but not by being there.

Before he could say anything or get up to help him with his things he blurted out

"Look old man, one of the Crime Valley prostitutes has been kicked out for not paying her share, she's got 1 kid and another friend who's in the same boat.... I rented my flat to them until they could get something better. So I'd appreciate it if you'd move out of the door and let me in. I don't want Alfie nagging me about mud stains."

Bruce knows it's a lie, he knows Jason gave them his flat for free until they could get a job, which he plans to offer, and he doesn't tell him any more.

He is happy to see all his children in the same place and that his prodigal son was now there was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Well... until the attachment issues started to pass.

Of course they did.

Don't misunderstand him.

He loves his offspring. He loves them with all his being, every fibre and cell in his body is basically dedicated to loving and caring for his children and Alfred... as well as the city, of course.

But, because of the lifestyle before, Bruce never realised how little he physically interacted with them outside of training. And it pains him to realise it at this point in his life.

So he decides to make up for it a little bit, you know?

He's getting closer with Dick every month, he pats Tim on the back a few times when he sees him sad, he gives Damian kisses on the head when he's having his... annoying moments. And he even gives Jason hugs when he notices he's not going to jump on him like an angry cat.

And while the boys were initially uncomfortable with his presence, they got used to it, and with a little more time (dangerously fast, as Alfred jokes) they themselves became more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

And even they themselves became more and more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

That was a good sign of reliability.

Wasn't it?

So, now, whenever one of her children could, he would give him hugs, kisses on his face, or cling as close to his side as he could. His heart was pounding so hard and so happily that he never noticed the almost obsessive way in which his children were becoming attached to him.

Not that he saw anything wrong with it either... but Alfred did, and he was always telling him that he should tell his children that they should learn to be moderate in their displays of affection.

Not that it bothered him so much.

He doesn't mind Damian sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night because of a nightmare.... accompanied by all his siblings, and almost crushing him because all his children are bigger than him (except Damian and Tim, who haven't finished growing up yet).

He doesn't mind Dick using him as a barbell, almost everyone in the mansion has started training inside the Batcave gym (to keep in shape)... even though he refuses to let go of him no matter how much he reminds him to do Wayne Co.'s work.

It doesn't bother him that Tim always asks him to share his desk, as it's a good way for them to get the office work done quickly... even if Damian joins them for their virtual classes and always wants to give his opinion, hanging on his back like a Titi monkey.

And, also, he doesn't mind that Jason is always looking at him and carrying him around to hug him when they're watching movies or series in a familiar way. Jason wouldn't hesitate to hold him in his lap and cuddle him like a cuddly toy... He kind of missed the way he and Jason used to do that when Jason was a kid. Although now his son is a giant.

The point is that it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother him at all...

But it can be a tiny, petty bit too much at times.

Like the time he had to lock the bathroom door... because Damian (using Titus as an excuse) would come in without permission, just because he was sitting alone.

Or the time Dick refused to let him go all day and everyone in the League saw how Nightwing was stuck on his hip with Batman.

Or the time Tim refused to work one day, just because Bruce wouldn't join him at the desk.

Or the time Jason walked into the middle of a Wayne Co. meeting. Looking completely terrified (since he'd been in there with Damian and Tim at the same time), demanding that he put Band-Aids on him because his brothers had used Alfred (the cat) during their feud... and he refused to leave until he put some Wonder Woman themed Band-Aids on him.

And let's just say that Alfred had also tried to do everything he could to control the level of attachment his children were generating.

Don't get it wrong, he and Alfred love their kids... but like any human being Bruce needed time to himself to catch up on some company and League stuff.

And that brings him to where he is now.

You'll see.

While the board of directors had no objection to their children's interruptions at regular meetings, there were some that did or did need to be discussed without the need to stop the conversation over Mr. Tuxedo's missing around (baby squirrel Damian had found abandoned in the garden) or Jason's sobbing attachment (after Dicks put on a purple t-shirt by mistake).

So, he and Alfred had to find a way to keep the kids distracted (because even they would come into the shower to ask him questions) and have at least 40 minutes of uninterrupted table meeting.

So, for the sake of the meeting, Alfred sent all the kids out to get the groceries for the house. Not that they were short of food... or even their own vegetable garden, but they couldn't find another way to distract them without them not being there.

It was silly, unreliable that they didn't think so, but ironically it worked.

Dick grabbed Damian to go to the harbour to get fresh fish... Lots of fresh fish. And Tim pulled Jason to get various cleaning supplies that Alfred had specified in a detailed list.

As soon as the boys set foot outside the mansion, Bruce took refuge in one of the hidden storage rooms in the mansion's attic, and locked it and locked it from the inside.

The talk, to his success and rare satisfaction, went quite well on the whole... or so he thought.

It was only five minutes before it was all over, when he heard several feet running and moving things down the corridor.

"Baba! Look what I found! Her name is Dory and she's our new Starfish Mascot!"

"B! Can you tell Damian that we don't have a proper aquarium for Dory yet? B?! Where are you?"

" Old man !!!! Tell the Replacement that I'm not giving him any of my yogurt!... Oldman?"

"You don't even like yoghurt! You only bought it because it has Wonder Woman's face on the cover - at least give me a taste!"

"Baba! Dory want to meet you!"

"B, where are you?"

" Old man! Tim eats my yogurth"

Bruce couldn't even close the Zoom meeting before Jason, because clearly no one but Jason has the savage strength to break an iron cantol, broke into the deposit.

"Oldman, tell Tim he owes me a Wonder Woman yogurt and- Oh, you were just having a Zoom?" He said "Never mind, what matters is that you should tell Tim he owes me a yogurt."

He couldn't do much after that. His laptop was disconnected, ending the meeting, and he was charged back to where the rest of his children were demanding his attention.

Well... Not that the Chat was all that interesting anyway.

What was interesting was having to explain to Damian that Dory would have to go back to an aquarium because they couldn't take care of a starfish... and giving Jason a subscription to Wonder Woman Merch.

(The Batboys searching for Bruce)

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hard-deckpilots · 1 year

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Didn't have to do that.

Pairing: Robert 'BOB' Floyd × reader callsign 'Viper'

Summary: When meeting the dagger squad for the first time, you meet someone who isn't much like the others.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: hangman being hangman and Bob being a soft boi.

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Tag:@sebsxphia

It was the first time in a while that you had been called up for a mission this important. And it was the first time since you don't know when that you were back in Fighter Town.

Growing up in an air force family that was decorated, you had heard names of specific pilots float around every now and then. Specifically two from the Top Gun class of '86. Admiral Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky and Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. To your suprise it was Admiral Kazansky that had requested you specifically for this mission.

Walking into the Hard deck, you saw pilots starting to meet and get drinks. Penny who was behind the bar serving looked over and saw you.

"Hey Y/n, it's so good to see you again. How have you been?" Penny asked smiling already getting your usual,

"Hey, I've been good. You know how it is just traveling to different places, but Admiral Kazansky has requested me here so here I am." You responded taking a sip of your drink.

"Well then your lot is over there then. You're not the only one." Penny pointed over to the growing group of pilots "It's on the house sweetie." Penny continued.

You smiled and nodded walking over to the group of pilots playing pool. You already knew a few faces and a few that you didn't.

"Phoenix! How are you doing?" You greeted her enthusiastically giving her a hug,

"I'm good, I see you're on this assignment aswell Viper." Phoenix stated hugging back.

You nodded and looked around at the others, Rooster was there you had grown up with him. So there was a smile and a nod. Although someone new caught your eye.

He was quiet, sat out of the way and he was gorgeous. Pushing his glasses up with his knuckles, he continued to eat the peanuts that he had in a cup not noticing you staring.

"Bob wanna have a game?" Coyote asked,

"Yeah sure." Bob responded standing up and brushing himself down. Though you thought he had such a quiet demeanor about him, as he stood up he towered above you.

Two other pilots started talking, one who you knew as a close friend which was Bradley or 'Rooster' and the other one you wasn't sure off.

"What's his name?" You asked phoenix who had just come back from grabbing a drink,

"That's Hangman, he can be a bit... Infuriating sometimes." Phoenix replied watching Rooster and Hangman chat with almost forced smiles.

As Bob was about to break to start the game, Hangman took the cue out of his hand and took over the game. Bob looked a bit surprised but sat back down, letting Hangman do his thing.

"Hangman is it?" You asked not giving much of a care,

"Yes it is darlin' what can I do for you?" He smiled with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

"1) give the cue back to gentlemen there, it's his game and 2) don't call me darlin', I ain't nobody's darling especially not yours." You responded standing almost an inch away from Hangman.

Scoffing slightly Hangman gives the cue back to Bob and walked off. As you turned around to look at Bob, you could see his cheeks flushing bright red.

"You didn't have to do that. But thank you." Bob spoke whilst inbetween shots,

"Well I could see that you wanted to play, plus he seems a bit of a dick." You replied leaning against a table. Scanning the room you look around to see if there were anyone else you recognised.

There next to the bar talking to Penny, was someone you definitely knew but not personally. Captain Pete 'Maverick'Mitchell. He was watching the group, and somehow you had a feeling he was involved in this gathering of pilots.

"What's your name?" Bob asked bringing you back to the present,

"Y/n Y/l/n but everyone calls me Viper. What's yours?" You responded to the handsome pilot next to you.

"oh uhm it's Bob." Bob spoke giving an awkward smile,

"No... Your callsign."

"Bob. I'm an WSO, I think I'm backseater to Phoenix." Bob explained hitting the black 8 ball into the pocket.

"It's nice to meet you Bob." You smiled holding out your hand,

"Nice to meet you too Viper." Bob responded shaking your hand.

A cheer was heard through the hard deck as a bell was rung, and you saw Maverick getting thrown out onto the sand. And the tell tale notes of great balls of fire started by Rooster on the piano.

"I'll be back." You told Bob and Phoenix walking outside onto the sand.

You saw Maverick looking back in at Rooster. If anyone was like you, then you knew the history of one of the only people to shoot down enemy in the line of service in the last 40 years.

"Are you okay Captain Mitchell?" You asked quietly,

"Yes lieutenant, should I expect to see you at the briefing tomorrow?" Mitchell answered.

"Yes sir." You responded nodding,

"Go back and spend time with the guys, downtime before everything gets hetic." Maverick suggested then bidding you goodnight.

Walking back into the Hard deck, you sat back next to Bob and Phoenix.

"I have a feeling this is going to be the craziest mission any of us have done." You exclaimed just so that the other two could hear.

"What do you mean?" Phoenix looked at you with curiosity,

"I just spoke to Captain Pete Mitchell, he said that this was going to be hetic. And when do you ever see a legend come back to fighter town on a jolly?" You responded looking down at your drink.

"Whatever this is Viper. We are the best of the best, we should be able to get through it." Bob tried to reassure you. Nodding you took a deep breath in and downed the rest of your drink.

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The next morning it was an early wake up time. Though being in the navy it was always an early alarm, this one for a reason made you nervous.

Walking into the lunch hall, you saw Bob and Phoenix sitting there having their breakfast. Grabbing a cup of coffee and some cereal, you sat yourself next to Bob.

"How are we this morning?" Bob asked sitting back in his chair,

"God I wish I didn't drink last night. Never was one to hold my liquor." You mumbled eating your breakfast.

"Should be only briefing today. I suspect flying should start tomorrow." Bob theorised giving a soft smile and sliding over some painkillers for the banging headache.

"Didn't have to do that you know." You smiled taking some off of him,

"I always have them on me just incase." Bob continued smiling.

"Alright, alright lovebirds c'mon we have a briefing to go to." Phoenix stated standing up,

"Natasha! We are not lovebirds! We literally all met last night." You exclaimed picking up your bowl and taking your coffee with you.

Although Bob did not say anything, his face said everything with the shock expression and the deep red blush. Pushing up his glasses, he followed you and Natasha out of the dining hall and to the hanger where the briefing was taking place.

But even though Phoenix called you and Bob lovebirds, he didn't think he would ever have a shot with you.

#top gun maverick #bob floyd x y/n #top gun bob

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book-of-baba-fett · 1 year

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✊ and 💌 (feel like they go together) for Rex & Talia? 🥹

Smut Emoji Prompts

Hello anon!!! Sorry this took so long to answer; but this was so fun to work with!!

✊ masturbation headcanon w/ Captain Rex and Talia Riva

lots of nsfw below the cut

let's start with our Captain

Rex isn't the kind of guy who needs to self relieve often, but when he's a bit worked up or tense he likes to get off when he has some alone time

big shower masturbation guy cause the mess is naturally cleaned up

plus, it's a good spot for him to get his head clear and focus

Rex imagines scenarios as he's jacking himself off, works particularly well if it's a memory of something.

So he thinks of Talia a l o t.

He's pretty efficient with it if it's just solo, but during sexting/phone sex/mutual masterbation he has no issue taking his time with it.

loves when Talia sends sexy pictures (which we will discuss below)

Ok so now for Talia

If Star Wars has an equivalent of AO3; Talia reads her porn.

Even before she was more sexually active, Talia learned how to take care of herself

tbh I could see her as being the type who was frustrated cause it took her awhile to find out what she likes as far as sexual pleasure but her first ever orgasm HIT her

for her masterbation is a form of self care

mostly just uses hands, but has one of those special clit sucking vibrators

totally masturbated thinking about Rex even before things started between them. She saw him in Zygerrian armor in the FLESH. She was not immune to that.

also both Rex and Talia like mutual masterbation. Not just over when sexting, in person too.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon w/ Rex and Talia

Obviously since they spend a lot of time apart, sexting happens a good amount with them, particularly sending nudes.

We've seen some evidence of this in the fic, and Talia was the one who took the first leap in that direction. Because Rex would never have just asked. But to say he was excited when Talia first sent a sexy pic of herself was an understatement.

They are very careful for obvious reasons; if Rex saves anything it's under password protection

But Talia loves sending teasing pictures, or going all out to look good in her pics. Totally the type to retake thing 100 times before she decides on one to send. Even though she looked hot as hell in all of them.

Talia didn't have much sexual confidence, not that she really needed it much before, but when Rex is that attracted to her it makes her feel good,

Rex was more hesitant about sending pics, just because he felt awkward about it with not knowing what to do

but one time he sent a normal selfie, just working out at the gym and when he saw *how* into it Talia was; he gained some confidence and started to send more.

and he was always communicating with Talia to see what she was into, so with her encouragement he's more than happy to share some pics with her.

Was actually surprised when Talia said she was into dick pics.

#rex and talia #ia fanfic

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week's [23-08-2021 - 29-08-2021] reading log is here! I read a lot again this week and I feel like it's a lovely variety of fics. Most fics are Stucky like usual, but there's at least one other ship. I am constantly amazed by the talent people have in this fandom! There was one fic I read on Tumblr that I can't seem to find unfortunately, but when I do I'll make sure to reblog and rec it 💕

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

When life gives you lemons by moonthejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 40k words, Mature] (12/15 chapters available)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

The Masseur and the Assassin by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 17k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes needed a vacation from his job. What he found was a happy ending.

The Words Breathe by buckbarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

All Steve has to do is keep his promise. When he doesn’t, Bucky gets mouthy.

Soft by this_wayward_life @wayward-lives [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

The last time he'd seen Bucky he'd looked unhealthy, with pallid skin and greasy, lanky hair. Now, Bucky shone; his hair was thick and silky, his skin a deep bronze from spending so much time outside. He was softer, too; the hard muscle that used to cover him was now replaced by soft fat, his body still strong, but in a more mundane way. His thighs were thicker, his ass plumper, and when he'd pulled Steve into the river Steve had noticed the pudge on his stomach.

Seeing Bucky so happy, well-fed and shining, was a bit of a kick in the face. For all the years they'd known each other, he'd never seen Bucky so... care-free. Now that Bucky was putting on weight, his middle soft and his body malleable, it sent a bolt of arousal through Steve every time he noticed the curves of Bucky's body.

Or: Bucky put on a bit of weight in Wakanda, and Steve is Not Coping.

🌻 Revive Another Side of Me by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Steve’s never lived in a world without Bucky, and he’s not living now. It takes them a while, much too long, to get that awaited rest, a little slice of peace after the dust has settled.Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are inseparable, history remembers. But they’re not men of the past quite yet.

🌻 imagine being loved by me by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha

The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all.

Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.

🌻 JB’s Complete Lube Services by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

People just didn’t approach Captain America and proposition him. Although, sometimes Steve wished they would; even the pinnacle of virtue and justice needed to get dicked down from time to time.

Or, the one where Steve has the hots for a mechanic and decides to be proactive in getting that dick.

If it had to be someone by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky had known since he was a child that he didn’t have a choice in who he married, but he’d thought he had more time before the day arrived.

Miscalculations by christywantspizza @christywantspizza [Ransom Drysdale/Reader, 6k words, Explicit]

Ransom tries to get you to sleep with him by less than honorable means. You give him what he wants, just not how he wants it.

How to Seduce a Writer by obsessivereader [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?

He doesn’t think it’s because he hadn’t signaled his own interest to Bucky. He’s pretty much done everything short of hitting Bucky over the head with semaphore flags by this point. There’s no way Bucky could’ve missed them. Unless… There’d been that one link he’d stumbled upon when he’d googled ‘how to talk to a writer’. It’d been written by a writer, who’d been candid about how oblivious writers could be, and how someone could go about seducing one. An idea starts to form. It’s ridiculous, but at this point, he’s willing to go with ridiculous, since subtle wasn’t getting him anywhere.

🌻 Pod Bless America by Deisderium @deisderium [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Bucky can't believe his favorite podficcer recorded his newest fanfic AU of the show Commandos. He's even more surprised when the customer who busts him listening to fic while he's working in the office supply store turns out to be that podficcer.

* The guy—maybe bi_shield?—took his phone, looked down at the screen, and smiled. "Yeah, that one's mine," he said with no evidence of embarrassment. "It was a good one." He handed the phone back to Bucky.

"I wrote it," Bucky croaked.

take a bite by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 7k words, Mature]

"I’d never let anyone freeze to death.” Steve gives a big sigh and flutters his lashes. “All that blood gone to waste.”

Bucky’s lips turn down and his nose scrunches up a little. “I want to be grossed out, but…”

“But you get it.” Steve gives him a pointed look. “Vampires aren’t the only ones who can appreciate how juicy blood is.”

Or: Vampire Steve saves newly-turned werewolf Bucky from a snowstorm.

Leaving the Shield Behind by BuckyAboveEverything [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

“So, on one hand, we have Steve Rogers - hunk, genius, animal lover. Buys you waffles and overpriced coffee. 100% wholesome all-American boy.”

“And, on the other hand, we have Capsicle – twink, smart-ass, fanboy. Reads your stories and sends you fanart. Possibly a pervert or a serial killer.”

Bucky groaned.

“I am 100% certain I am 0% sure of what to do."

Bucky Barnes, full-time copywriter and free-time fanfic writer, struggles to choose between two equally-attractive suitors, only to find that he doesn’t have to after all.

* Based on a true story *

Cap's Book Corner by Neche [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Recluse Author Bucky Barns stumbles into fanboy Steve Rogers bookstore one day...

Cat Nap by galwednesday @galwednesday [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Objectively, losing the Bucharest safehouse and its contents was the least of Bucky’s problems. The balding agent he’d seen directing the raid was apparently affiliated with SHIELD, which was a shadowy government agency that made representatives from other shadowy government agencies suddenly remember urgent appointments when Bucky tried to bribe, threaten, and otherwise shake them down for information on what the hell SHIELD might want with a former brainwashed assassin. Dodging SHIELD should be his number one priority.

Subjectively, he wanted his fucking cat back.

at any given moment by honeypuffed [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky find out that everyone thinks they're sleeping together.

Brought to Brightness by eyres [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

🌻 Nokken Wood by leveragehunters @leveragehunters [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

When Sam's friend needs a house-sitter for his place in the country, Steve jumps at the chance. Six months rent-free to do nothing but draw and paint and wander the countryside, looking for inspiration? It was like a dream. But when he gets lost in a storm and nearly falls into a pond he starts to rethink the whole like a dream aspect of life in the country. And when a red-eyed, sharp-clawed, silver-fanged creature rises out of the darkness, Steve is one hundred percent certain the dream's morphed into a nightmare.

...until it gives him a cup of tea.

(Inspired partly by this prompt a supernatural creature is supposed to scare you but instead it gives you a cup of tea and a blanket because you're having a bad day and you keep coming back and partly by this painting.)

Professional Pride by galwednesday [Stucky, 700 words, Teen]

Bucky is having a very good day, until he turns around and finds himself face-to-face with Captain America.

“Oh shit,” he blurts before he can stop himself, and Captain America blinks at him. “Hey, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Here, at New York’s Pride parade, surrounded by thousands of happy screaming people wearing rainbows and sometimes not much else. What is he doing here? Is he on guard duty or something? Was he just on a mission and happened to be passing by on his way back?

He’s in uniform but with the cowl loose around his neck, so when he rubs the back of his head it fluffs up his matted hair. “I, uh. I saw one of your–temporary tattoos?” Captain fucking America says, like it’s a question.

The A-bridged Guide to Trolling by galwednesday [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I don’t have any money.”

Oh no, now the girl looked upset. Her eyes were huge and her lip was wobbling. Bucky tried to think fast despite the oh shit oh shit oh shit looping through his head.

“That’s okay,” Bucky said gently. “I don’t need money. We can figure out another kind of toll.”

The girl frowned at him. “Like what?”

Bucky scratched his head, trying to think of something a kid was certain to have on hand. “Do you know any jokes?”

(Fantasy AU in which Steve is a hedge witch with a green thumb, Bucky is a bridge troll who's new in town, and knock-knock jokes are a viable form of currency.)

It's a bittersweet ending (if you know what I mean) by relenafanel [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I’ll see you around, Steve,” Bucky answers with a smirk, moving away from the counter with a wink.

Steve watches him go. Bucky’s wearing a pair of skinny jeans coated in something to give the appearance of leather. It’s impossible to not watch him go.

stuck on you by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

Decision-Making in Relationships (Paid Research Opportunity!) by castiowl [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Clint looked thoughtfully at the flyer. “I guess your actual roommate wouldn’t be down with it?”

Bucky frowned. “Have you met Steve Rogers?”

no way out but through by hollimichele [Stucky, 9k words, Teen]

Steve never sees it coming.

you got blood on your hands (and i know it's mine) by nighimpossible [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Bucky refuses to see Steve after his deprogramming.

Like What You See by daisymondays [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

For all the time Bucky’s spent fantasizing about meeting Captain America, he’d never imagined it would be while posing nude in front of a drawing class.

🌻 A Real Boy by itsnotbleak [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat.

It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

Amapola by chaya [Stucky, 830 words, Teen]

Total fluff. Bucky's recovering nicely. Steve's oblivious. Sometimes it's best to set aside subtlety for action.

Knocking Boots With Sugar by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave.

Rogers and Associate by roe87 @jro616 [Stucky, 7k words, Teen]

When they first meet, Bucky is a hooker and Steve is a cop. She's been arrested, but Steve lets her off.

Years pass and they maintain a casual friendship, seeing each other out on the streets most nights.

Though he later makes detective, Steve loses faith in the system and quits his job.

He wants to set up as a private investigator, and he asks Bucky if she'd be his assistant.

Just in time by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky knew the apartment he was renting was old fashioned, but walking in the front door and finding himself transported back to 1938 was not on the list of things he had prepared himself for.

🌻 You Like What's in My Head by dontcallmebree [Stucky, 15k words, Explicit] (with art by @kocuria)

Bucky can’t decide if Steve’s a tough nut to crack or incredibly easy. The timbre of his voice, a low and almost amused, “Sure, kid,” when Bucky asks for a drink feels like something gripping him on the back of his neck.

He thinks this might be one of those moments in life he’ll pinpoint in the future and either curse at for dooming himself, or remember fondly with pride.

He’s right. Bucky Barnes blunders through falling in love with Commander Rogers and tries to find a deeper meaning behind the expensive gifts and thorough fucking.

Can I Sit Here? by BuckyFrickenBarnes [Stucky, 962 words, General]

Bucky has unusual methods for getting rid of his writer's block.

Or, Bucky needs that table.

Workplace Romance by BuckyFricken Barnes [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Bucky is under the impression that his boss hates him.

Or,

Steve needs to get better at dealing with his feelings.

🌻 1-800-MAYTAG by Miss Plum @misspluckyplum [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

Bucky just wants to get some housework done. It gets out of hand fast. Silly little fluff and smut romp with snarky stucky boys.

Eyes of the Forest by Lordelannette [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit] (2/8 chapters available)

When Omega Bucky Barnes comes to Eagle Lake, it was in search of wolves, a creature that had not been seen in the area for decades.

What he finds instead is Steve Rogers, a handsome, though quiet Alpha who seems to be everywhere in the forest.

#r's reading log #my reading log #fic rec #stucky #stucky fic rec #fic recs #stevebucky #long post

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ahsxual · 4 years

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Sassy Girl

Pairing: L!Joker x Fem!Reader

Summary: J finally took you to a meeting with his men. After seeing you agitated, he decides to confront you about it once you leave.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sir kink, spanking, dom/sub, vaginal sex, nipple play, degradation, rough kissing, slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, breath play (nothing too serious), sassy reader, swearing

Word Count: 3,3k

A/N: soo me and @harlequinjoke were role-playing about L!Joker and Harley Quinn, and I really liked the idea, so I decided to write something about it <3 It's my first time writing about J (internally shaking). I got inspired by the incredible, unique and talented @jokerslilhyena, so I hope I get more comfortable with time writing him, because I REALLY love that chaotic bastard 💜💚

Gif Credits: @antonija89

You and J had an uncommon relationship: you weren't considered his girlfriend and vice-versa, however you were together. It was a totally different experience dating someone so chaotic as him, someone so dangerous and unpredictable. In the beggining, you actually were scared that he would hurt you, however he has proved the opposite: whenever you argued, he would break the first thing he found, scream or even leave for a long time... but he never would lay a hand on you and would always come back, eventually. However, he never apologized, not directly. He was extremely aggressive and reckless towards others, but with you... he wasn’t any of that. Of course he was very proud, would still throw tantrums here and there and sometimes he seemed indifferent, especially when the subject was about affection. Nevertheless, he loves you in a way that, even if it’s strange and unreal to others, he still shows you that he cares for you, that he doesn’t want to make you feel bad and he does anything to protect you from the rude and injustice world you live in. For you, it’s his "special" way to love and honestly, you are fine with it, since he always comes back to you and keeps you alive and safe.

Sometimes you wondered how did you get where you were, having a "relationship" with the one and only prince of crime, the one that everyone fears with all their being. But you, you were unordinary and different from others... and that's what caught his attention. You knew you wouldn't be judge by him, wether it was physically or mentally.

You always had a thing for villains, J being the most dangerous and strategically intelligent of them all: you saw J as someone who doesn't care about other's opinions, someone courageous enough to prove and make the world wrong, someone who isn't afraid to express himself and be the way he was meant to be... the way life made him. You deeply admire all those features about him: his confidence, his intelligence, his insight...

Today was an unexpected day: you wanted to see how J worked, how he organized and "planned" his ideas, how the "bad guy" life was. J, of course, didn't let you go... at first. He said that it didn't make sense for you to join him and he didn't want to get distracted by you, but you knew that was not the whole truth. J didn't want to show his only weakness to others, especially to dangerous people. As intelligent and practical he could be, he was just one man, so he avoided dealing with even more problems, mainly because you were the one who would be in danger. Nevertheless, you insisted, telling him that he didn't need to present you as someone he was having a case with, just a girl who wants to be apart of his "plan".

J knew you would bother him about that until he accept it, so today he finally gave you the answer you were dying for to hear.

"Oh... really? You won't argue with me about this anymore?" you were surprised for him letting you go.

"What do ya want me to do, huh? You were pressuring me all the time about it, so this is the only way to ah... end this." he was obviously annoyed, but he wanted to do that favor to you too. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, and it would be one time only, so it was not a big deal.

"Thanks, J! I knew you wouldn't be such a daddy, it means a lot to me!" he smirked before you hugged him by the neck, something he was not expecting. He just tapped your back with his gloved hand in response, a gesture meaning you were welcome.

"Come on bunny, I can't be late. The boss have always to show up before his ah... employees." he joked, earning a laugh from you. You quickly put some comfortable shorts and a top that slightly showed your cleavage.

"I'm ready, time to go!" you said excitedly. J noticed that your outfit wasn't the most appropriate, but he didn't have time to tell you to change into something that wouldn't show too much skin. He thinks that you should cover the first piece of your neck's skin, to the tip of your toe. J was a possessive man to that extent... and you were a teasing to that extent too.

When you entered J's stolen car, you noticed how the back seats were spacious... immediately your dirty thoughts signaled their arrival, which made you unconsciously bit your lip slowly. Your clown didn't miss it, being as observant as he was, and instantly thought this wasn't a good idea... at all.

"Ya better stop doing that with your ah... lip, doll. Ya better behave or I will make ya be sorry later." he said in a serious tone. The sexual tension between you two was always evident, something that both of you loved and needed: J could have his way with you, respecting your limits obviously, and you would just enjoy the sex as much as he did, since no other man could dominate and have his way with you the way he did... you were his little masochist, his strong woman that simultaneously was so easy to break. He was obcessed with you: you were his drug, his only weakness, his vicious, his significant other... you just completed him, even though he never told you that, he definitely proved it to you everyday.

You usually have an answer for everything he says, but now you remained quite to not make things worse for both of you. You had to keep that fire inside your core hidden from his men or there would be consequences... after all, he is a man of his word.

You finally arrived to the place where the meeting would occur: it was an abandoned building as expected; around it, was nothing more than grit and some old and rotten cars; the sky was almost black, the stars and moon being the only ones lightning the establishment; there were two men located at the front door of the same big building, and surely there were others in the rear entrance. You couldn’t deny you were feeling nervous. As much as sometimes you wished, you couldn't be completely fearless like J.

"Don't worry doll, ya don't need to be afraid. If something goes wrong, we ah... always have a backup." he confidently said, showing you the inside of his coat covered in bombs and grenades. You laughed once again.

"Sure you do, J. You wouldn't be you if you didn't have it." you said while winking at him. He smirked before getting out of the car.

You knew from now on, until the meeting is over, he would act differently: he couldn't have the reputation of being a murderous clown with a soft spot for his little bunny. No one would take him seriously once that was revealed, and you understood it perfectly.

Once you arrived at the front door, where the two men were, they looked strangely at you and then at J.

"Will ya stay there looking at me like the ah... dick heads you are, or ya will let me pass already, huh?" J was expecting this reaction from them, yet his acknowledge didn't prevent him from being annoyed: he wasn't in the mood to give explanations to anyone, mainly to his temporarily needed men. The two men looked at each other, before nodding towards their boss and letting you both pass the tall, rigid door.

The moment you entered the room, you saw all of his men in their seats, already prepared for their meeting with their boss... and his company.

"Who's that?" a man asked boldly.

"She's our ah... tonight's special guest. She will help us with our mission by dealing with the ah... cops." he lied, successfully convencing them. He knew they wouldn't be suspicious about it, since that was his task. You sitted right next to him, noticing the side glances from some men.

While time passed and J talked about his "plan", you deeply admired how attractive he looked: he was so confident, fearless, so right about what he was saying and doing... it made you think how is it possible for a single man to be so strategic and dominant with others... and when J was with you, it was impossible not getting completely horny, feeling hot as hell and being completely at his mercy, gladly. He obviously noticed your long glances in his direction and felt how your legs would rub shamelessly against each other under the table, where only he could catch your signals, since you were almost glued to each other.

"Any questions about what I just said?" he asked after explaining everything that should be done. His men just nodded in return. "Good. Tomorrow morning, 9:30 am. I will be ah... extremely upset if any of you arrive late. And trust me, gentlemen, you wouldn't like to see me mad." he then got up, grabbing your arm and pulling you in front of him while you were walking, which surprised you. Once you approached the car, he opened the back door and pushed you roughly into the back seat, making you lay down with him above you after removing his long purple coat covered in grenades into the passenger seat.

"Now, now... would ya explain me what you were ah... doing back there, huh? Ya seemed very... restless during the reunion, don't ya think... bunny?" he whispered one of your favorite nicknames given by him into your ear, being so close that you could see every little and precise detail on his face: you could feel his hot breath against your skin and see his pupils dilating more and more by every passed second. J decided to confront you about it, wanting you to admit everything you did back there right in front of his face... and you would be the best liar if you said he didn't give you chills all over your body, especially making your core dripping from excitement and eagerness.

"I-I wasn't doing anything, I was just listening to y-"

"Ata-tada, ya don't wanna go that way, doll. You ah... know very well that I don't like when people lie on my face, especially you... not-one-bit." he madly said, pressing firmly the last words with his skilled tongue. Oh, how you loved seeing your psychotic clown having his way with you...

"What do you want me to say J, huh?? That yes, I was feeling horny like a goddamm whore just from seeing you leading those assholes, that I couldn't stop looking and admiring you?? That I couldn't even countain myself from touching myself like a fucking needy virgin?!" you couldn't take it anymore, so you spelled it out so he could make a move as soon as possible... because you knew very well: if you aren't honest with him and don't tell him what you desire, he will tease until you cry and beg desperately for him to touch you... and when that happens, J won't do anything until you admit it. That's how provocative and bastardous he was... but you loved it. J seemed pleased with your answer, since he grabbed you hardly by your hair and pushed you for a clumsily and rough kiss. You wanted to test his limits a little further, so when you felt his tongue against your lower lip, you didn't give him the permission to explore your mouth like he wished. By this, he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw some blood, showing how you couldn't be in control. If you even tried, you would suffer the consequences. You groaned while you tasted your own blood, seeing his face lighten once he saw and tasted the blood himself. His eyes were totally dark now, just like his soul and heart: you knew how much he loved pain and blood, something that was fully attached to his being.

"Ya really know how to make me crazy, Y/n. And ya know as well that has ah... price to pay, dontcha?" you simply nodded, wanting to feel the little pleasure he was giving to you. Suddenly you felt your neck being forcely grabbed by a gloved hand. "I want a strict answer." he said with a deep and low tone, making goosebumps all over your skin.

"Y-yes..." you moaned quietly.

"I couldn't hear ya. Yes what?" he asked even more serious now, pressing harder into your neck, but not enough to cut your air completely. The car door was still open, so if you spoke or moaned too loud, his men would hear you.

"Y-yes Sir!!" you shamelessly spoke loudly. J didn't closed the door for some reason, so why would you care?

"Hmm that's what I like to hear, my good little obedient girl..." he then rubbed his hips hardly into yours, moving his lips towards your neck while sucking and biting until it was red and purple. "You look amazing with those painted on ya, doll. The purple ah... suits you perfectly." he praised you, slowly moving to your already harden nipples. J grabbed your top and ripped it off, but you couldn't care less about it. Luckily, it wasn't your favorite. You didn't own a bra, grabbing his attention immediately. "Hmm someone hasn't been behaving like they should. Ya know what happens to ah... naughty and miss-behaving girls, dontcha doll? Huh?" he dangerously spoke, while pinching your nipples hard enough to give you immense pleasure and the right amount of pain.

"N-no sir, I don't..." you eagerly answered, afraid and excited at the same time about what it would happen next. He smirked at you, his yellow teeth now red from your blood, a view that would give nightmares to anyone, but it only made you wetter. J slowly approached you, whispering dangerously into your hear.

"They get punished." the only thing you knew was being brutally turned over, making your ass being exposed after he ripped your shorts as well.

"No, p-please sir!! I promise I will be a good girl..." you cried, which didn't affect him at all.

"Too late for apologies now, sweet cheeks." suddenly you felt a hard spank into your right ass cheek. "Count until five to me, doll. If ya don't, I will start over... you already know the rules." you knew you had to endure your punishment or it would be much worse. Obviously he was doing this because he knew you liked it as much as he did: if not, you would never be in the position you were right now. You didn't have a choice but to count every spank he gave you, involuntary missing on the fourth, which meant he would have to do everything over again.

"Five!!" you screamed, your ass now painted in red and some shades of purple. You felt the burning sensation so intensely, you could swear your butt was actually on fire. Yet you wouldn't complain, since you loved the feeling of burnt skin after his spankings. "P-please sir, just fuck me, I'm begging you!! I-I will do anything to please you, anything!!" you cried harder, both of you knowing those tears were nothing but a reaction of the pleasure you were feeling and wanted to feel. J thought for a moment if he should make you beg for him a little more, or have mercy. After all, he was just eager was you were, yet he loves to play with you first more than anything.

He suddenly pressed his cock against your dripping entrance, without give you time to adjust to him. It wasn't too much hard to take him, since you were so wet, he could slide inside you extremely easily. But that didn't prevent you from feeling the pain right after, when he grabbed your hips harder than ever and fucked you faster than the light itself. His nails were breaking your skin with each deep thrust he did, more blood flooding down your thighs. J thought in taking his knife to cut you, but he preferred to do it when the two of you were in your house by yourselves, where he had the whole time he needed to really play with you.

"F-fuck!! Please J, don't stop!!" he loved how easily it was to make you cum. You once told him in your first times it would take time for you to cum, because you were shy and insecure at the beginning. But ohh, how that changed... for better, surely. And you know he was the responsible for making you feel comfortable about it: J is the only man who gives you pure pleasure, without making you feel ashamed. After all, he is not a monster like everyone, incluinding batman, thinks. He's just... a man ahead of the curve.

He grabbed your hair forcely with his left gloved hand, while his right one came directly to rub your clit hard.

"Cum for me, you fucking slut. Show me how such a needy whore you are, let me feel ya squeeze my cock hard while I fuck ya until you can't fucking walk tomorrow." he groaned into your hear, his tone much lower than before. That was enough to make you cum right there, even if he wouldn't touch you at all.

"Ohh f-fuck, I'm gonna cum J!!" you moaned loudly before cumming hard on his thick, merciless cock. You felt his dick twisting inside you, while his pace became sloppy, faster and harder, a sign that he was about to cum.

"I'm going to fill that fucking tight pussy and you will keep my cum inside of ya, do ya hear me?!" he loudly demanded, wanting to hear your response before he cums.

"Y-yes sir!! I-I will keep every last drop of you inside me, please just cum inside me, please... I'm begging you!" and that was it. J came deeply inside you while groaning like a wild animal.

The two of you laid there to get some air, him being on top of you, supporting some of his height with his elbows to not crush you. You gently massaged his back in a comforting way, your code to let him know you enjoyed your moment and were okay, that he didn't hurt you badly.

"Wow, that was... amazing. I should come to your meetings more often." he laughed at this, finally looking into your eyes.

"Ya really aren't innocent as ya seem to be doll, and I really like to see that ah... sassy side of yours. We should discuss that after our... second round when we get back home, huh? I mean, if ya can be able to speak after that." you playfully punched him on his arm while laughing, already feeling excited again.

"We will see about that, then. Let's just get home now, can't wait for that promised second round." you winked at him, earning a big smirk from clown.

"I'm sure they know now that ya aren't just some ah... chick apart of the mission."

"Well, at least they know now that they don't have a chance with me, even if they tried." after hearing that, he kissed you passionately in his own way, grabbing your ass in the process, before moving to the front seat so he could drive home to where both of you will continue your so promised round two.

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cyberghst · 3 years

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Jung Jaehyun NSFW Alphabet

Warnings:NSFW content.

(This is my first time writing on here so anyone who magically came across this fucking shit show please bare with me and my horrible fucking grammar😪)

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| A - Aftercare [What their like after sex.]

After taking a moment to catch his breath he'd lay down and roll onto his side so you two are face to face, he'd pull your body flush against his despite you both being covered in a thin layer of sweat from the activities that happened only minutes ago. His hand would be placed on your hip drawing soft circles with his thumb as he looked at your still slightly flushed face before grinning softly as you laid next to him finally managing to get your breathing back to normal. He knew if you needed something at that exact moment you'd tell him and he'd be more than willing to get you whatever it was you needed but after admiring you in the afterglow he'd get up and get something to clean you both off with and anything else you needed or wanted.

| B - Body Part [Their favorite body part on themselves and their S/O]

I feel like he'd like his arms or hands. He loves holding you whether that be holding your hand while walking through a park, placing his hand on your thigh while driving, or ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀᴸᵞ ᵂᴿᴬᴾᴾᴵᴺᴳ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴺᴱᶜᴷ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱ ᵂᴴᴵˢᴾᴱᴿˢ ˢᴵᴺᶠᵁᴸ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳˢ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴱᴬᴿ ᴬˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴬᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴴᴬᴿᴰᴺᴱˢˢ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴿᵁˢᵀˢ ᴾᴵᶜᴷ ᵁᴾ OR his arms because Jae is pretty muscular and he use it to his advantage, for instance, you fall asleep in the car Jaehyun wouldn't want to wake you up in your peaceful state so he'd pick you up gently and carry you from the car into the apartment with ease along with many other advantages. ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵᴺᶜᴸᵁᴰᴱ ᴴᴵᴹ ᴴᴼᴸᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵁᴾ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺˢᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴬᴸᴸ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿ ᵂᴴᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴱ'ˢ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵞou-

And on you he’d like your legs more specifically thighs or your waist. Like I’ve explained 1000 times he loves holding you so your waist is probably something he likes, whether it’s slim or not it’s perfect to him just like everything else about you. And thighs just because ✨𝓉𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈✨.

| C - Cum [Anyting to do with cum basically]

He’d usually cum on your thighs, stomach, or back depending on what position your guys are in but on the occasions, he does cum inside of you he enjoys watching it drip out of you then pushing it back inside of you with his fingers or his dick then leaving it inside of you for some cockwarming after you two finish. (I'm a disgusting person🧍-)

| D - Dirty Secret [A dirty secret of theirs]

He's been wanting to try something semi-public with you. Like fucking you in a bathroom stall of a mall or an amusement park where ANYONE could walk in at ANY moment, while he wouldn't actually want to get caught the idea of you trying to stay quiet and keep him quiet while he hardens his thrusts making you whimper lowly plus the rush you two would get from it is just the cherry on top for him. (I wanna write a one shot about this🌚)

| E - Experience [how experienced they are when it comes to sex]

I wouldn't say Jae is crazy experienced but I also wouldn't say he isn't? Like he's had maybe two partners before you so he has a bit of experience but just because he hasn't had a bunch of partners doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly what buttons to push to have you whimpering and shaking for him

(and A BEING GOOD OR KNOWING A LOT ABOUT WHAT THEIR DOING DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD ASSUME THAT THEY’VE HAD A TON OF PARTNERS‼️)

| F - Favorite Position [this ones obvious]

He really likes when your on top of him and facing him so probably Lotus or yknow literally just you riding him and this is because he loves seeing your face slightly scrunch up due to the pleasure and he want to be able to kiss you whenever he wants to.

| G - Goofy [Are they more goofy or serious in the moment]

He always tries to be sweet and sentimental during moments like that like telling you he loves you and just praising you in general but if you do the same to him he’ll get flustered and kind of shy but continue nonetheless. Plus Jaehyun is a dork so it wouldn't be an often occurrence but he'd let his dorky side shine through sometimes like if you were visibly nervous about doing something with him he'd say something to try and light up the mood and to get you to smile so he's not exactly goofy but not 100% serious either.

| H - Hair [how well do they Manscape]

I feel like he'd trim but he isn't completely bare. He feels like having hair is more of a manly look but he also thinks it takes way to long to shave so he keeps himself tidy and trims now and then but doesn't fully shave it off.

| I - intimacy [How romantic they are during heated moments]

He always tries to be romantic even if it's just a quickie or he's super exhausted, he always wants to make sure you know how much he loves you and cares for you and he wants you to feel appreciated and never wants you to think he doesn't care. He gets flustered easily and can get shy sometimes but it still doesn't stop him from letting you know how much he loves you.

| J - Jack Off [self explanatory]

He doesn't do it too often but if he had a dream about you and woke up with a raging hard-on or something he'd get into the shower to cool himself off plus it makes for the easiest cleanup.

| K - Kinks [What they're into]

He doesn't have any hardcore kinks or anything but he'd probably be into marking, like leaving Hickey's, bite marks, and the occasional red print of his hand on your body, and he enjoys when you mark him as well.

He may like to be called daddy(?) not to an extreme like with DDLG or anything like that but occasionally, Maybe if he's really needy or your really needy you'll call him Daddy just to get him going or something(?).

He's definitely into body worship and praising both ways, he loves to be told he's making you feel good and you complimenting him always makes him flustered and he loves telling you how good you're doing for him.

Likes edging and overstimulating you and also being edged and over stimulated and he's a fan of dirty talking. Nuff said.

| L - Location [Favorite place to have sex]

Literally anywhere in your home. He likes having the freedom to make noise, do whatever for however long, etc etc, but he doesn't care where it is in your house you have sex whether it's the floor, kitchen counter, shower, couch, etc.

| M - Motivation [Turn-ons]

This man finds you so attractive it's impressive how easily you can get him going, you look at him a certain way, and he’ll be reading every single thing you do towards him as flirtatious, your thighs are exposed, Man is putty in your fucking hands, and making out with you or you kissing his neck gets him too.

| N - NO [turn offs, something they wouldn't do]

Anything involving another party. Whether it be someone watching you two, him watching you and someone else, or a threesome, it's just something he doesn't like the idea of at all, so not necessarily a turn-off but he wouldn't be comfortable with it.

Anything that has to do with him hurting you or you hurting him he is not for at all, BDSM is a no, even though he somewhat likes being called daddy on rare occasions DDLG creeps him out, and he wouldn't like insulting you or being insulted.

| O - Oral [once again self-explanatory]

Giving: doesn't fucking back down. Whenever he goes down on you he never half-asses anything. He gives you exactly what you need and it feels just as good to him as it does to you, it's something about seeing you that pleasured and knowing he's the cause of it that gets him, he’ll quietly groan onto you while he's going down on you, he's just loves it.

Receiving: as much as he loves giving he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him just as much but will never admit that. He would groan and whimper so much, putting his hand on the back of your head and lightly pushing you down making you take him in deeper as his head tilts back and he groans while telling you how well your taking him- I'm gonna stop before I go feral. Needless to say, he enjoys you giving him head.

| P - Pace

My man got rhythm fOsurE- doesn't matter if it's a more sensual moment his thrusts are always hard and decently fast, yeah sure he'll start slow but his pace will always have the both of you seeing fucking stars.

| Q - Quickies

He does prefer to have more time to do whatever he wants with you but if there isn't time for a drawn-out session he wouldn't mind a quickie.

| R - Risk [comfort zone]

Like I explained in D [Dirty Secret.] he'd be open to trying out some semi-public stuff but he wouldn't actually wanna get caught if that makes any sense. He'd just wanna do it for the thrill.

| S - Stamina [how many rounds they can go]

To be honest with you I feel like his stamina is pretty decent he'd probably be able to go 3-4 rounds with little breaks in between.

| T - Toy [their favorite toys]

He probably wouldn't use toys on you but he would like to use silk ties or handcuffs to bind your wrists to your bed frame and maybe a blindfold as well,

But I also feel like if you were to use toys on yourself he'd like to try mutual masturbation, for example, you'd be sitting on the bed or something using a vibrator on yourself, whimpering and slightly shaking from the stimulation it's giving you while Jaehyun sits across from you Jerking off, but seeing you in that state would make him wanna take over.

| U - Unfair [do they tease, do they enjoy being teased]

He's a huge tease. Act surprised. He'll tease you by subtly brushing his hands over your chest or put his hand on your thigh moving it dangerously close but only rubbing soft circles on your inner thigh with his thumb but not touching you where you want him too, just using his teasing actions and words to get you all hot and bothered.

He lowkey enjoys it when you tease him as well, he finds it very intriguing and thinks it's pretty funny that you're doing it and acting like you won't let him bend you over the nearest surface and take you.

| V - Volume [do they moan or are they quiet]

If you two were somewhere he couldn't exactly make much noise then he'd keep his sounds to a minimum, little grunts here and there, heavy breathing, kissing you so he'd stay quiet, but if you were at home or a hotel or something and he didn't have to be that cautious about volume then he'd moan quite a bit, I feel like he'd get vocal because of the sounds you're making so he could put his fingers inside of you and would moan under his breath because he’d unconsciously mimic the sounds you'd make.

| W - Wild Card [Authors choice]

He's a switch with a top lean but if you were to initiate something and start being dominant with him he'd be putty in your hands.

| X - X-Ray [how big they are]

I feel like he'd be 8 inches when soft and a solid 8.5 when hard and he's not exactly super girthy but not super slim either so he's like in the middle of the scale but more towards the girthy side, but I mean hey your guess is as good as mine.

| Z - Zzz [How fast they fall asleep afterward]

He wouldn't allow himself to fall asleep until he got you cleaned up and made sure you had whatever you needed. If you're the type to fall asleep fast he'd pull you towards his body and rub his hand up the side of your body making sure you were okay and asleep before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself but if you are the type of person who can't fall asleep quickly or easily he'd make sure you're alright before laying on top of you and nuzzling into your neck before letting sleep engulf him.

(well..was it absolute shit?)

#jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct 2020 #first post

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davidsons89 · 3 years

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Toxic Turner - part 12

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

all you could think about was that open window. you looked over to see it again, but alex grabbed your face and roughly forced you to look at him. "stop looking away" he hotly whispered right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "asshole" you grin, you purposely tease him. "what was that?" he asked, slapping your cheek again, but harder. you bite your lip and smirk at him. you loved it. he always managed to take it too far, but you're somehow liking it this time.

the stinging sensation in your cheek gave you adrenaline. alex noticed your cheek turning red, making him smirk. he loves leaving physical marks on you, it's like marking his territory. especially when they're visible to other people.

"you heard me. you're an asshole" you giggle. "you think you're so funny huh. you're pathetic" he says, leaving harsh slaps wherever he could. he was roughly pounding into you, he was in so deep too. you could swear he was in your guts. he slid his hand to the side of your head, grabbing a tight fistful of your precious hair. he yanked it, making your head move to the side slightly. "you gonna continue being a bad girl? or do i have to teach you the same lesson twice?" he whispered evilly, raising his eyebrows at the end. you knew what he meant. inflicting sexual pain, but not in your vagina...

“no.. no i'll stop.." you say. "good. now shut up and take it" he whispers, pulling out of you just to harshly force himself back in. you moan and whimper under his grip. his hands moving from your hair, to your throat, to your mouth, and so on. the marks on your cheek became more visible the longer you went on.

your legs began to vigorously shake. your hands pressing against his chest. you did this when you were about to cum. "you need to cum?" he whispers, pinning you back down to keep you still. you nod and moan. "good. do it" he smirks, watching your cum face appear. "fuck" you moan, covering your own mouth with your hand to quieten yourself. he quickly grips your wrist to push it away. "no" he chuckles and shakes his head. he was a tease. you didn't want your family to hear you, but he lowkey did.

"i love that pretty cum face of yours.. so precious" he whispers, leaning his face down to yours to kiss you. you pull away and turn your head. like always, you hated when he was still inside you after you came. it felt gross. "i'm not done. you'll lay there and take it, won't you?" he whispers, harshly pulling your face back to look at you. "if you look away one more time i'll make sure you cry" he gives you the daggers. his dark brown eyes piercing right through yours. he intimidated you deeply. you nod to show your understanding. "good" he whispers, caressing your cheek with his firm fingers. you smile uncomfortably as you patiently wait for him to finish. it wasn't long before he did.

once he was done, he let out a long exhale which sounded like a low moan. you loved him making noises. you knew you made him feel good. "you're a good girl, aren't you?" he smiles, petting your head like a dog before rolling over next to you. you both lay on your back and look at the ceiling, breathing heavily. he turns his head to look at the side of your face, before you also turn yours to look at him. you both stare directly into each other's eyes and smile.

"i love using your pretty body whenever i want to" he smirks. you frown at him. "you're so easy. you're a whore" he chuckles. then the humiliation began. he definitely has a degradation kink. he loves putting you down, proving he's in charge of you. "shut up" you say, moving your head away to frown at the ceiling. his words are harsh sometimes, he doesn't care. as long as it upsets you.

"it's pathetic. get up, come on." he continues to chuckle as he stands up to put his clothes on. "no" you shake your head. "i said get up" he raises his voice slightly, not too loudly though. "i don't want to" you shake your head again. "y/n, get up now" he begins to get frustrated at you. you can tell, simply by how he's speaking. "go away" you moodily say without looking at him for a single second.

"if you don't get up, you won't see your family again for months. you don't want that, do you?" he says, raising his eyebrows dominantly. you look at him innocently. you roll your eyes, sighing as you roll out of bed. your area is extremely sore. your throat is hurting and your cheeks are stinging. all because of him. alex is now completely dressed. you're yet to put your underwear on. "let me help you" he kindly says. he holds your underwear near your feet for you to step into, you hold onto his shoulders as you do so. your legs are shaking. he chuckles lowly. "what?" you ask, frowning down at him near your legs. "you look like a fucking slut" he mumbles at your weakness. "oh, fuck off" you say, snatching your underwear from his hands to put them on yourself. you quickly shove your jumpsuit back on and storm towards the door. "you might wanna cover that up before you throw a tantrum" alex laughs at you, pointing at your neck. you frown and look in the mirror to see a dark hickey on it. you groan loudly and storm out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. you genuinely didn't care about any marks on your body right now, you just wanted to get away from him.

alex shrugs to himself as he stays upstairs for a few minutes, giving you chance to cool off before seeing him again. now in the kitchen downstairs, you grab a drink and angrily force it open, taking a big gulp. your sister is stood in the corner with her boyfriend, she's a bit tipsy. "what's wrong with you?" she asks. you look at her and move your drink away from your mouth, holding it firmly in your hand. you look rough. "my cunt of a boyfriend. i fucking hate him" you moodily say, storming off outside. you don't really want to speak to anyone. you aren't allowed to rant to anybody about alex, otherwise the consequences would be bad. extremely bad.

your mom notices you sitting alone on a wall in the yard. she frowns and walks over to you. she's also tipsy. everyone in the house has been drinking, so it isn't a surprise. "you ok my angel?" she says in a bubbly attitude. drinking made her overly happy. she notices the hickey on your neck almost straight away. "ugh, that's what you were doing." she jokingly says, pretending to be disgusted with you. realistically she didn't care, she would if she was sober. "love bites at your age is pathetic" she continues to say. "ok be quiet" you awkwardly giggle with embarrassment. the hickey wasn't exactly your choice though, was it?

every mother knows when something is wrong with their child. she notices your mood quickly. she sees you're upset, she sees it in your eyes. "are you ok?" she asks, sitting down next to you. she looks into your eyes and sees pure sadness, like you were going to cry. "y/n?" she says as you didn't respond before. you look up to see alex walk outside. you quickly act happy and tell your mom everything is fine before standing up to walk over to him.

"what did you say to her?" he whispers in your ear as he secretly grips onto your forearm like you were in trouble. "i didn't say anything actually." you look at him in disgust, yanking your arm away from him. "you're causing a scene. stop being childish" he quietly says to you as he notices a few people looking at you. "if you weren't such a dick i'd be fine" you angrily say to him, storming back into the house. a few eyes were on alex, making his blood boil. you've caused a scene, making him seem like the bad one. which he is, but he doesn't want to admit that.

he follows you into the house, into a room where nobody else was. he immediately slaps your cheek, making you gasp and press your hand against it. "ow" you say, giving him the 'puppy eyes'. "if you ever draw attention to me like that again, you're never fucking leaving the house" he angrily points in your face as tears form in your eyes. "go ahead, cry. you little bitch" he sarcastically laughs at you, making you feel humiliated and worthless. "go cry about it." he says to you as you exit the room. you need to get away from him completely, so you lock yourself in the bathroom. he leaves you be, he needs to calm himself down more than anything. he's just yelled at you, your relatives outside definitely heard, but they were all either too drunk or tipsy to do anything about it.

you stay in the bathroom for at least 30 minutes until you heard a knock on the door. "go away" you say, thinking it was alex. "what?" you hear a female voice say. you quickly recognize that it's one of your cousins. "oh.. sorry" you say, sniffling as you opened the door. she walks in, locking the door behind her. you're both girls, so you didn't care about peeing in front of one another. you leaned against the wall as your cousin did her business in the toilet. "what's wrong? why're you crying?" she asks, looking at you. she sees your cheeks stained red, one cheek redder than the other. she sees how much of a mess you look. the stains on your outfit, the hickey on your neck, the makeup running down your face.

"nothing just.. nothing" you begin to say, but stop yourself to brush it off. you wipe your tears and fake a smile. you didn't want to even be around your family anymore. you want to go home. that's rare. you were home for weeks, and now that you're finally out, you're homesick. everyone there was drunk, you didn't fit in with the crowd. "if you see my mom, tell her i've gone home" you say, quickly exiting the bathroom to find alex. you head outside to see him laughing and drinking with your family. it made you jealous, and feel a bit worthless. that should be you, not him.

"alex" you say from afar, grabbing his attention from the back door. you motion your head for him to come to you, and so he does. "what, love?" he asks, stumbling over his feet and placing a hand on your waist. he's been drinking again, so of course the alcohol had its effects.

"i want to go home" you cross your arms across your chest. "i can't drive, i'm fucked" he laughs, talking about his drunkenness. "we'll stay here for the night" he says, taking another sip of his drink. "then i'll drive us home" you innocently say. you'd do anything to get out of here. "no. just go upstairs, you'll be fine" he reassures you, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking away to remain partying with your family. you exhaled deeply through your nose, walking back through the house. you walk upstairs, where you remain alone for the rest of the night.

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topsytervy · 3 years

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The Right Time ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ finds the right time to tell you how he feels in his own JJ way.

This is Part 2 of Not The Right Time so if you haven't read Part 1, you can read it here.

Word Count: 2,819

Warnings: mentions of drinking, cheating, a non-descriptive fight, teensy bit of blood, small nod towards suicidal thoughts at the end, cliche and cheesy writing, swearing, poorly proofread so probably spelling and grammar mistakes, I think that's it.

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Ever since your breakup with Brett, JJ had been doing everything in his power to make sure you knew it had nothing to do with you and Brett just couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

It was hard for him to see you like that, all heart broken and sad, but at least he was able to see you. Kie, Pope, Sarah and John B had tried visiting multiple times during your post breakup hermit phase with little to no success.

A knock on the door sounded throughout the house as JJ finished preparing lunch for you two.

"Hold on!" He hollered, finishing up your sandwich before heading over to the door.

He opened it to reveal the other four members of your group.

"Hey." JJ greeted his friends.

"Can we see her today?" John B asked.

"I can ask but her 'social battery's low'. Her words, not mine." JJ sighed.

"It's just that it's hard for us to not see her, J."

JJ looked at Sarah. " At least you don't have to see her completely shattered everyday and have to sit and watch her eat three times a day to make sure she actually does eat."

Pope looked past JJ and saw the sandwiches on the table. "Can I sit with her today?"

JJ looked at Pope before nodding and gesturing towards your sandwich. "That one right there."

Pope smiled before grabbing the sandwich and knocking on your door, hearing a faint come in afterwards.

You looked to see Pope entering, a small smile on his face. "Hey. Heard about your low battery and I figured you'd want to see someone who's not JJ but not the whole peanut gallery."

You smiled lightly as you sat up. "Thanks, Pope. I love JJ but he can be a bit...overbearing sometimes."

"And this is one of those times." Pope nodded.

You sighed as Pope gave you your sandwich.

"He's just concerned about you. We all are."

"l know."

"How about I tell you about some books I've been reading?"

"I'd like that Pope." You smiled as you bit into your food.

It's not that JJ was bad at comforting or anything like that. In fact, ever since you were a kid, you always went to him for comfort when you were upset. It's just that JJ always seemed to want to rush your mourning period.

JJ didn't like seeing you sad so the less time you spent crying and moping, the better for him.

"Morning, Y/N/N." JJ smiled lightly as he drew back your curtains.

"J, get out." You mumbled into your pillow.

"You gotta get up, sweetheart." JJ practically sang, walking over to your bed and grabbing the comforter.

Your grip immediately tightened. "Don't J."

"I know it's only been a week but come on Y/N. Let in some sun. If not for you, do it for your children." He nodded towards your plants as he laid down next to you.

"I can't get up." You told him.

"Sure you can. You're a bad bitch who isn't going to let this break her. I'm not going to allow you to bury yourself in work and hole yourself up in your room forever just because some dumbass doesn't realize when he's got the greatest girl to ever walk the earth."

You stared at the blonde next to you. "JJ. I can't get up cause you're in here and I'm only in my underwear.

JJ rolled his eyes. "Y/N, all due respect, that's no excuse cause I've seen you naked many times before. the time you broke your ankle in the shower being the main one cause I had to help you in and out of the shower multiple times."

You blushed at his words before shoving him. "Just get out."

JJ did as you requested but not before tossing you some clothes.

So when a few months had passed and you seemed to be back to pre-breakup Y/N, JJ was happy to hear Kie mention a party.

Everyone looked at you and you shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

JJ, John B and Pope all exchanged smiles as Sarah and Kie pulled you up from your seat, saying something about making you so hot that the sun would quit and you'd have to take over the job of keeping the earth warm.

JJ watched as you left, sighing as he let his head fall against the back of the couch.

John B looked at his best friend. "Don't be a helicopter JJ tonight."

A look of confusion found its way onto JJ's face. "Helicopter JJ? What the fuck does that mean?"

Pope sighed. "It's like a helicopter parent except you. You tend to hover over Y/N/N at parties and get a bit...protective at times."

"I do that with Kie and Sarah too." JJ scoffed.

"Not really." The boys responded.

"You don't follow Kie's movements as much as Y/N's." Pope started.

"You certainly don't freak out as much when you lose Sarah or Kie but you almost had a panic attack when you lost Y/N that one time at the store and literally had someone page her." John B added.

"You hide some of Y/N/N's clothes when we're going out because you don't like the chance of her wearing something that could cause a guy to like her and cause you to lose your chance with her."

"I once saw you shield her eyes at prom when people started grinding on each other."

"Okay! So I'm a bit more protective of Y/N than the other two. Sue me." JJ cut the two off.

"Point is that this is her first party in months. Let her get a bit too drunk and make out with some hotshot Kook against a tree."

"Hell, let her get some dick tonight." John B shrugged.

Pope and JJ looked at their curly haired friend before JJ shook his head.

"Fine but she's not getting dick from just anybody. I have to approve of him." JJ said as he stood up and left the room,

The two other boys sat in silence before Pope spoke.

"You know what? I count that as progress and when we make progress with JJ…"

"We have a beer." John B finished, getting up to go get each of them a can.

*****

You and the rest of the pogues made it to the party and found yourselves a home by the bonfire. Rafe, Topper and Kelce had stopped by to say that they were happy to see you again and Kelce was happy that his beer pong partner was back because Rafe and Topper just didn't compare to you.

JJ stared at you, the fire illuminating your features as you laughed at something Kie had said, red cup in his hand that was half-empty. He brought the cup to his lips and finished his beer before turning to you.

"Refill, Y/N/N?"

You nodded before turning to the rest of the group. "JJ and I are making a refill trip. Who else needs one? Speak now or get it yourself." You announced as you stood up.

JJ smiled at your words before also getting up, ready to grab some cups. Pope and Sarah held out their cups while Kie and John B shook their heads.

You took the cups that needed a refill before you and JJ made your way through the crowd of people towards the keg. JJ cracked some jokes with some of the others around the keg and you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face before you nudged him with your shoulder.

You two started refilling the cups you had before you were interrupted.

"Haven't see you at a party in awhile, Y/N."

You and JJ turned your heads to see Brett standing there, two cups in his hand.

JJ rolled his eyes before looking at you, seeing you avert your gaze back to the keg.

"Why don't you go back to your whore over there Brett." JJ deadpanned.

You smacked JJ's wrist. "Don't call her a whore, JJ. It's rude."

"I'm just stating my opinion."

"Oh so she does still talk. I was just confused when she didn't say hi to me when I greeted her." Brett said.

"Can you get the fuck away from us? She clearly doesn't want to have a conversation with you." JJ snapped.

"I would love to know what you have to say, Y/N, or are you gonna let JJ over here keep talking for you." Brett aimed at you, ignoring the blonde who was getting more agitated by Brett's presence.

"I have nothing to say to you." You shrugged, going to grab the cup.

"We should talk." Brett went to grab you but JJ grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch her."

"What are you gonna do about it, Maybank?"

"I've got two fists that have been itching to meet your face for months now and tonight might be their lucky night if you keep it up."

"JJ, lets just go." You whispered, placing a hand on his forearm.

JJ looked at you before grabbing his and Pope's cup before following you back to the group.

"Hey, JJ!" Brett called causing JJ to look back.

You gasped as a fist made contact with JJ's face. JJs hand immediately flew to his eye, gingerly touching his eyebrow. He pulled his fingers away to see blood and he chuckled before swinging his own fist.

It wasn't long before JJ had Brett on the ground, pissed beyond belief. Brett managed to get a few more punches in but JJ definitely got way more in by the time you managed to pull him off of Brett with Kelce's help.

"JJ! Calm down, man! He's not worth your time!" Kelce hollered, pinning his arms to his side.

"JJ, look at me. It's done. It's over. You're good now." You told him.

Brett stood up with a scoff. "He could have fucking killed me."

"I fucking should, you cheating son of a bitch!" JJ spat, Kelce's grip tightening on the blonde boy when JJ attempted to lunge forward.

"J, let's just go home. We've had our fun."

JJ looked at you before relaxing causing Kelce to release his hold on him slowly. You grabbed JJ's hand and pulled him away from the small crowd that had formed around him and Brett.

You two said goodbye to your friends and walked back to JJ's truck, you climbing into the passenger seat and him into the drivers.

It was a quiet ride home, Twenty One Pilots playing softly through the speakers the entire time. JJ referred to them as his therapy band, often putting them on after a hard day at work or after a fight so it wasn't really a surprise that he had one of their CDs in.

Once you got home and inside, JJ locked the door before turning towards his bedroom.

"Um, excuse me. Where are you going, JJ?" You asked, grabbing his wrist.

"Bed."

You shook your head. "We gotta clean you up. Bed can wait."

You tugged him into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit as you instructed JJ to sit on the toilet lid. He complied, bouncing his leg up and down as you put a little hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball.

"That's your first fight in a while." You commented, grabbing his chin lightly and forcing him to look at you.

He grunted in response as you started cleaning the few small cuts on his face. "The prick deserved it for what he did to you. You'd have to be fucking nuts to cheat on someone like you."

You felt my heart flutter at his words and I sighed. "I just hate seeing you like this, JJ. All scratched up."

JJ chuckled as he shook his head lightly. "Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. This is nothing compared to the beat down Brett just got and what my dad used to dish out when I was living with him."

JJ saw your face drop at his words and your eyes begin to water.

"Hey, Y/N. It was just a small joke." He told you gently as he grabbed your hands with his.

You shook your head and went to pull away from him but he just pulled you back, looking up at you as if he was a parent trying to comfort their child.

It weirdly looked like all those Super Nanny time out scenes where the kid looks down in shame as they apologize and the parent is dipping their head down to make eye contact with the kid. You know what I'm talking about?

"I don't like it when you do the whole 'my dad hit me harder thing', J, whenever you try to play off your pain and injuries." You mumbled, a tear slipping out.

JJ wiped away the single tear, mad at himself for upsetting you. "I'm sorry but maybe the waterworks are a bit much. Hmm?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that you shouldn't fight my battles for me. I was going to just walk away from him."

"I'm sorry, are we ignoring the fact that I was walking away? He threw the first punch and I made sure he would think twice before doing that again."

"I just don't like you getting hurt because of me." You sighed.

"Hey, I'd rather get hurt than have you get hurt."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went around your waist.

"I always liked your hugs better." You hummed.

JJ felt himself smile. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "You wanna know something, J?"

"Yeah."

"I always felt like you paid more attention to me than Brett. After a year of dating him, he still didn't know my favorite flowers or that I was allergic to bees. Those are the two simplest things to learn about your significant other. You know that I can't even stand the smell of fish sticks anymore or that I can't watch the Freaky Fred episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog or I'll have nightmares."

"That's because I care about you a lot." JJ whispered, kissing your temple.

You ran a hand through JJs blonde locks and sighed. "I wish I dated you instead."

You froze. You could not believe that you had just told your best friend that. You also could not believe how easily those words left your mouth and how much truth there was to them. You did wish you dated JJ instead and not just because of how attractive he was. He always treated you way better than Brett and was more intune -and concerned- about how you were feeling.

JJ also froze, praying that he heard those words correctly and that it wasn't his mind playing a sick joke. He had been waiting for the right time for months and his gut had been telling him all day that today was the day but he fought the urge, afraid his gut was lying. But this...this must be the sign.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked, fighting a smile in case you meant a guy like him and not actually him.

You paused before nodding. "Yeah, I do."

You felt his arms tighten around you and his face bury itself in the crook of your neck.

"You remember all those months ago when you made a big deal about me liking someone and you asked me why I hadn't made a move yet and I told you it wasn't the right time?" JJ words were muffled by your skin.

"Mhmm."

He pulled away to look at you. "I think now's the right time."

And then he pressed his lips against yours. You were quick to kiss back and it held the adoration you felt was missing long before you and Brett broke up.

You pulled away, placing a hand on his cheek which caused JJ to close his eyes and lean into your touch.

"Thank you for being in my life." You whispered, taking the forgotten cotton ball in your hand and pressing it to the scratch above his eyebrow.

JJ smiled. "No. Thank you for being in mine. You helped me through the toughest times and gave me a reason to stay."

"I wouldn't have objected to leaving the Outer Banks with you."

"I meant like stay here, like on Earth." He mumbled.

You stared at him before kissing his cheek. "Thank you for staying here with me."

JJ opened his eyes and grinned as some hair fell in front of his eyes. "As much as I love our little moment, can we move the cleaning process along cause I kind of want to climb into bed with you in my arms tonight."

You smiled, pushing his hair out of his face. "Sure thing, Jay-Bird. That sounds amazing."

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#jj outer banks #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow

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starkeristheendgame · 4 years

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maybe unrequited!peter jerking off in tony's lab while he isn't there. esp knowing tony has cameras, security etc (ty if ur up for it!)

Okay, so I had to message you to figure out the unrequited bit, but: Here we go! I hope that you like it and that I did it justice! Thank you so much ❤️ This is literally shameless voyeurism and smut. I have literally no excuse except for the fact it was requested.

TW/Tags: (Not) unrequited love | voyeurism | Under-negotiated sexual content

People liked to joke about Tony Stark’s lack of impulse control; about his knack for bad decisions or spur-of-the-moment acts. It was funny. It was a thing. Tony could show up one day with a gold-coated camel or something and people would just roll their eyes and go ‘there he goes again’.

Peter? Peter was a kid. Easily excusable. He tried his best to think things through and to be the responsible adult he was trying to convince everyone else he was. And he felt he did a good job. Sure, here and there he might have fucked up a little or jumped into action when he ought to have stepped back and thought a little more.

But if anything, people put those moments down to one of two things: ‘Oh, he’s just a kid. They do that.’‘Too much time around Tony, that’s what that is. Taking after his mentor.’

Tony could not, at all, be blamed for this. Nor, really, could the fact that he was younger. Not when ‘this’ was being splayed on Tony’s main workbench, head thrown back, legs apart like a whore, one hand shoved down into his boxers. Really, it couldn’t be blamed on anything except Peter and Peter’s desperate love and need for Tony.

“F-Fuck. Bad idea. This is a bad idea,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut as he ran his thumb slowly over the slit of his cock, thighs trembling. The pleasure was a low, slow burn in his gut. He hadn’t been touching himself long. Hadn’t meant to be touching himself at all.

It was the videos that had done it, and the suits. God, the suits. Tall and imposing, lending Tony bulk and strength enough to compete with Peter’s abilities. And that was not to disregard the formal Tom Ford’s and the Gucci two-pieces. The sharp lines and soft fabric that made Tony equally as imposing as the metal.

“J-JARVIS. How long until Tony returns?” Peter whimpered, curling onto his side like he was wounded as his cock jerked in his grip, dribbling a glob of cum into the silk fabric of his boxers. Boxers that Tony had bought him not even a month ago, as part of a sleek suit for the 2019 World Trust Fund Gala.

“Based upon my estimate, you have roughly two hours and thirteen minutes before Sir is likely to return.” JARVIS sounded prim, indifferent to the fact that Peter was touching himself. It made Peter glad for the fact that JARVIS was code, and not a real Butler. It would have been significantly more awkward to ask such a thing in his current state.

He gave a jerky nod, rolling over onto his back and letting his hips rut up against his hand and forearm with a shaky groan. The scent of Tony’s aftershave was still lingering, mingled with oil and metal. The husk of his words as he told Peter he’d back soon, to stay as long as he liked. The squeeze of Tony’s hand on his hip.

Peter knew it was just Tony. Knew that intimately taking a person apart and flirting and using body language was just coded into him at this point. That the brushed of his knuckles between Peter’s shoulders didn’t meant the same as when he did it to the attractive news caster at whatever world-saving event had happened then.

“I should stop,” he mewled into his arm, slowing the rocky movements of his hips for all of four seconds. He should. He ought to. This was wrong. Jerking off over a man who saw him as a son. In his own workshop.

“Fuck.”

It was a statement he repeated when he let his arm fall away, and found that he was staring straight up into one of the cameras that littered the space, designed to capture Tony’s movements and experiments and breakthroughs. The lens shifted minutely within the frame, focusing. Peter knew it was automated, but he still gasped, spine arching as pleasure stabbed between his thighs.

He was being recorded. On camera, right now, was a digital copy of him, with his hand around his cock and his mentor’s name on his tongue. He lay trembling on the workbench, gaze fixed on the camera, hand still moving in tiny little twitches over his sensitive dick.

Tony wouldn’t see it. Peter could scrub the footage the moment he was done. Tony wasn’t looking at the cameras, he was too busy schmoozing pretty ladies and promoting Stark Industries latest clean energy movement.

But Peter could pretend.

“S-So hard. Mr. Stark. Its so hard. I can’t help myself,” he murmured, feeling both aroused and stupid as he begun to fuck into his fist again, imagining that Tony was actually there. In the penthouse, perhaps. Cradling a neat whiskey, dark gaze on the camera screens. Watching him.

“I - I want you to touch me, Mr. Stark. I need you to touch me. I’m not enough. Need your hands. Your mouth. Your c-cock,” Peter threw his head back on the last word, hips stuttering into his tight grip as his other reached down, shakily pulling part his belt and his jeans to squirm them down around his thighs, flushed skin lay bare for the camera.

For the Tony in his mind.

He lost the ability to speak for a short while, lost in the desperation of his fingers squeezing his pulsing cock, the dripping cum that soaked his hip and pooled on the bench below him. The clouded haze of pleasure. He was getting closer. He felt so dirty, so wrong, and yet…

“Feels so good. Thinking about you. You watching me. Not as good as you being here. But good. M’gonna - Fucking myself to the thought of you, Mr. Stark. Though you should be fucking me. Right now. B-Buried so deep,” he cried into his forearm, whole body ignited with desire, pleasure.

He was so close. He could feel his cock getting even harder, could feel his thighs burning with the effort of not cumming, the hot slide of pleasure through his veins. “G-Gonna cum, Mr. Stark. All over myself. All over your workspace. That’d be naughty of me,” he muttered, gaze locked on the camera, thumb digging into the slit.

He was about to cum. About to fall into the crescendo of pleasure, to submit to the vision of Tony’s hands all over him, his voice low in his ear, his cock balls-deep. He almost snapped himself in half when the Mark L powered up on the opposite wall, eyes igniting a glacial blue, head turning an inch to focus on him.

He scrambled onto his elbows, knees drawing towards his stomach with a yell as the suit took a slow, calculated step off its podium, like it was testing the ability to walk. And then it begun to stride towards him with purpose, thunk-thunk-thunk on the workshop floor. Peter tried to scramble further across the space, but the suit was faster.

It caught him by the ankle, indifferent and emotionless as it dragged him half-naked and still hard down the bench, other hand reaching to find his shoulder. He let out a terrified cry as it flipped him, careful and quick.

On his stomach it dragged him closer, until he slid mostly off the bench, folded over the edge of it and cock trapped painfully between the edge and his hip.

“JARVIS! What the- Help me!” he cried, but the room around him remained silent as the Mark L grasped his wrists tightly and stepped closer, until it pinned him there. In such a position he couldn’t gather himself enough to break free, writhing like an angry snake in its grasp, spitting a variety of terrified pleas and creative curses.

He didn’t even hear the workshop door open. Had fallen limp and exhausted in the suits grip, still half-hard. Knew nothing of his companion until the suit’s fingers flexed, until warm, living ones slid around the space they had held as they withdrew.

Peter jerked in surprise when the cold, hard body was replaced by a warm one, soft fabric against the bare swell of his ass.

“Y’know. Its mighty rude to jerk off in another man’s workshop. Especially without inviting him.”

Tony.

But of course, who else could it be?

Mortified, Peter twisted in the space Tony allowed him, looking wildly up into dark, calculating eyes that softened at the sight of him, grip loosening. “Oh, Peter. I didn’t mean to - I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have scared you. I just wanted to stop you from finishing before I could get here.”

Peter’s brain short-circuited, a definitive blank space as he blinked wet eyes at Tony, trembling in his hold, hips tilted away to hide his shame. “Y-You… What?” he rasped, fingers flexing against the edge of the workbench.

What kinda sick punishment was that? Cockblocked as well as whatever horrific intentions Tony had for him?

“All those things you were saying, Peter. Drove me insane. You’re right. Fuck, we shouldn’t. But you’re right,” Tony breathed against his jaw, thumb stroking the inside of his wrist as he ducked down, pressed gentle kisses along Peter’s cheek and jaw, soothing.

“You should stop me. But I really hope that you don’t. I couldn’t - Seeing you like that. Calling out my name while you touch yourself. In my space.”

“You’re not mad?” Peter managed weakly, limp in Tony’s hold, unable to compute anything beyond what was immediately happening. Tony’s lips on his skin, stubble scraping, his voice a rough thrum in Peter’s ear.

“Mad? Sweetheart. Only thing I’m mad about is how guilty I know I’ll feel after this. But… I can’t help myself. I’m a glutton. I’m shameless. At least in the moment. God, kid. I’ll hate myself for this. But I’ll hate myself more if I don’t,” Tony rasped into his ear, fingers stroking along his arms, body inching closer until Tony’s hard cock was insistent against his ass, the scrape of fabric and zipper biting into his cheek.

“Don’t - Don’t hate yourself. Please. Mr. Stark just…Touch me? Please. I need you to touch me.”

Tony obliged with the scrape of teeth against his jugular, hips grinding forwards gently, coaxing Peter into peeling himself from the edge of the table, to allow his poor dick some room to breathe. It ached, both from its entrapment and how dizzyingly hard he was.

“No idea what you looked like, kiddo. When JARVIS said you were calling for me… Thought you’d hurt yourself or something. Damn near activated the suit there and then, sweetheart. When I saw you… What you were doing…”

Tony trailed off, hand making a slow and sure path down his body, fingertips digging into his hip before finally, finally wrapping long fingers around his cock.

Peter jerked in his grip, head tossing back and almost taking Tony out as he shook, biting hard on his lip to stave off the need to cum as Tony squeezed him gently, exploring. The tip of his thumb pressed against the sensitive underside of his tip and he mewled, ground back against Tony’s arched body.

“You were watching me.”

“JARVIS told me you were in a ‘predicament’ and calling out my name. God, Peter. Thought you were in pain. Not pleasure. Staring straight up at the camera. Fuck; did you know? Were you asking?” Tony ground out, rough and debauched against his shoulder.

“N-No. Thought… Was fantasising. Pretending. I didn’t know,” Peter answered honestly, shaky and high. Tony stroked him harder, rougher, hips steady against the backs of Peter’s thighs as they ground together. Tony cooed softly at him, moved a hand to pet at his hair gently, to wipe under his eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to show you the real thing. It’s so much better.”

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Liberated Audio Reviews

Blake's 7 - The Liberator Chronicles Vol. 6

RELEASED OCTOBER 2013

Recorded on: 2, 10 and 30 October and 13 December 2012

Recorded at: Moat Studios

Review By Robert L. Torres

Incentive by Peter Anghelides

'The Liberator crew are recovering from a Galactic War and searching for their lost members Blake and Jenna. But it’s a search that leads them into terrible danger…'

Because this story marks the return of Steven Pacey to the role of Del Tarrant, I think it is best that I get my views on the character out of my system before getting to the rest of the review.

Honestly.... Out of the main characters that have come and gone on the show during its four season run, there are two that I do not count as my favorites.

The first is Soolin, largely due to how bland and one note the character was compared to the character she was brought on to replace in Series D... Cally.

The other character is Del Tarrant, and I shall endeavor to explain why I dislike him despite Steven Pacey's fine performance.

From the first moment he appeared on the show, there was something about him that just rubbed me the wrong way. For years I knew it was the character himself that seemed like the problem... But I could never work out why.

This story finally brought to light why I disliked Tarrant's character. He was a young, cocky, hot shot with loyalties only to himself... Basically a less charming and less endearing version of Star Lord. He was impatient, brash, and only seemed to be throwing in his lot with the resistance for no other reason than for fame and glory.

In addition, Tarrant seemed to go out of his way to get under everyone's skin (or rather just Avon's), and always bristled under Avon's command.

I understand that with Gareth Thomas having left the series, they needed to create a new character to go up against Avon on the decision making, much in the same way Avon used to butt heads with Blake. Except the dynamic between Avon and Tarrant, from what I remember, was different and far more antagonistic than it was between Blake and Avon. Avon was an Alpha dog, but Tarrant was also an Alpha dog. This is probably why most of their disagreements, from what I remember, tended to come across like dick wagging contests.

It has been a while since I saw the series proper, but there are only two things of any significance regarding Tarrant that I remember. The first was the Series C episode 'Death Watch', which I think involved his twin brother Deeta. The other was the episode 'Sand' from Series D, which involved him and Servalan being trapped on a planet together... Having conjugal relations.

While the character of Del Tarrant isn't my favorite, Anghelides does a pretty good job of at least attempting to shed a bit of light on his character. This is accomplished by focusing on his desperate desire to stand out from the crowd and make a name for himself on par with the legendary Blake and Jenna.

The story begins not long after Tarrant and Dayna have officially joined the crew. During their latest attempt to locate Blake and Jenna, Tarrant and Avon are captured and interrogated while strapped to an electro-shock lie detector. This dual focused narrative split is in itself a pretty interesting dig at unreliable narratives, especially given that both Tarrant and Avon receive electro shocks whenever they aren't being completely truthful in their recollections.

By the way, kudos to Adrian Lukis for his exquisite portrayal of Interrogator Bracheeni. The scenes that featured him interacting with Tarrant and Avon were actually some of the best parts of the story. The revelation of who and what Bracheeni is added a great deal to the narrative, especially in providing an explanation as to why the Liberator crew had to abandon the search for Blake and Jenna.

All things considered, it is nice to get an actual in-universe explanation as opposed to what actually happened: the plot thread being dropped without explanation, forcing viewers to accept the fact that Blake and Jenna weren't coming back... Ever.

While there are some interesting ideas and set ups featured in the story, the narrated recollections are not really that engaging. In addition, my problem with this story is the same problem I had with Volume Three's 'Armageddon Storm'. Its a narrated story that should have been done as a full cast audio.

Final Score: 6 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

As it stands, this story does its job of filling an hour and retroactively provides answers to lingering questions, thus making it essential. However, this is marred by being an uneven story that is only half engaging.

Jenna's Story by Steve Lyons

'Jenna's story is finally told - from her escape from the Liberator during the Galactic War, to her determination to continue the fight against the Federation alone… with the odds stacked against her.'

When Big Finish Productions obtained the rights to produce new stories set within Series A through C of Blake's 7, this not only opened up story avenues to provide greater focus stories for many of its characters, but also an opportunity to fill in a couple of gaps in the narrative.

While 'Incentive' was an uneven story, it still managed to do what the show itself was unable or unwilling to do at the time: explain why the Liberator crew abandoned their search for Blake and Jenna.

Answering lingering questions seems to be this boxset's central theme as the next two stories are focused on what happened to the characters that literally jumped ship at the end of Series B, Jenna and Blake.

According to dialogue spoken by Cally in early Series C, it was always assumed that Jenna was with Blake when they abandoned ship during the Galactic War. It was also naturally assumed that Jenna had been with Blake the whole time during Series C and D.

Turns out that wasn't the case at all... Which actually works to the benefit of this story and the next.

Here, Jenna recounts how she spent her time surviving and fighting during the events of Series C and leading into Series D. It provides Sally Knyvette with great material and also serves as a reminder of what made me, personally, fall out of love with the series during Series D... Particularly with the way the series ended.

Let me be clear, as much I personally didn't like not having Blake and Jenna around on the show anymore, Steve Lyons managed to craft an exceptional Jenna-centric story that absolutely had to be told. This story, as well as the next one, managed to do a much better job implementing the central themes of what was meant to be on display during Series C and particularly during Series D: how the crusade that Blake started with hope and optimism slowly but surely devolved into cynicism, suspicion, self-interest and ultimately self-destruction.

This is highlighted well during Jenna's dealings with Correll, played by John Banks, and his disrespectfully dismissive attitude towards people with 'noble causes', his derogatory disbelief in 'heroes', as well as his overriding, self-serving self-interest.

Kudos to Banks for portraying someone that's basically an unlikeable, selfish jerk without becoming despicable.

The crux and climax of the story is based on a line of dialogue Blake tells Tarrant during the series finale regarding Jenna's ultimate fate. While the moment itself is thrilling and well executed, I had hoped that it was a lie as part of Blake's test or something. Still, what was crafted here is suitably tragic as it showcases the depths of Jenna's devotion, and even her love, for Blake.

The ultimate tragedy being that, in the end, she never did get to tell Blake how she felt about him... and how much he meant to her.

Final Score: 10 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

A superbly satisfying sendoff and sublime swansong for Sally's Stannis!

Blake's Story by Mark Wright and Cavan Scott

'Blake's story is finally told - from his escape from the Liberator during the Galactic War, to his new life as a troubled, scarred man on a distant rebel world…'

Before getting into the review, I have to state that while I understand the reasons why Gareth Thomas and Sally Knyvette left the show at the end of Series B, it is my opinion that the show lost quite a bit of its inherent identity once Blake and Jenna were gone.

While many contend that promoting the late Paul Darrow to lead actor was the creative booster shot the show needed, there is a reason the show was still called Blake's 7 and not Avon's 7.

No matter who is given the spotlight and focus, Blake's presence is still very embedded within the show's DNA. Despite his absence, Blake's influence is still keenly felt by those that inhabit this fictional universe... Both directly and indirectly.

While the storytelling avenues may have opened up for the rest of the cast, the audience would still inevitably wonder, 'Where the hell is Blake? When is he coming back?' Largely because the audience was still interested in seeing Blake's story continue.

Both Gareth Thomas and Chris Boucher no doubt understood this to be absolutely true. As long as the Roj Blake character remained alive, but missing from a show that bared his character's name, then Gareth Thomas would not have been able to truly move forward in his career.

Which is why its no surprise that the most memorable moment in the entire series came about at Thomas' insistence.

But this isn't about how Blake's story ends... Its about the circumstances Blake experienced during Series C and D that led to his ultimate fate on Gauda Prime. And I am pleased to say that Wright and Scott do an excellent job filling in the blanks of Blake's journey.

From landing on the planet Epheron in his escape pod, to attempting to reunite with the Liberator (which includes Blake visiting the planet Shorlan post-Armageddon Storm), to being captured, tortured and accused of treachery by the Resistance (thus explaining the scar over his eye he displayed in the series finale), its all presented here brilliantly. I also appreciate how engaging these moments are, and aren't treated as plot points to check off.

The late Gareth Thomas really did a great job with this material, displaying the same charisma and intensity he had shown throughout his tenure on the show, which is doubly unfortunate that he had opted out after Series B.

The framing device utilized for Blake recounting events is brilliant, and the twist reveal is actually rather clever... If a little unsurprising. However, it serves the narrative well as it goes to the heart of the tragic and ironic inevitability that lies ahead for Blake, particularly in his connection to Avon.

Despite their disagreements and opposing ideals... And no matter how often Avon secretly wished to be rid of Blake... They still needed each other.

It often reminds me of why the Doctor chooses to travel with companions, the companions keep the Doctor grounded and keep the Doctor from going too far for the sake of selfish self interest and so on.

While neither one would ever admit it, Blake and Avon had the ability to keep each other in check. And even though Blake said at the end of 'Star One' and even near the end of this story that he always trusted Avon... Its only with the benefit of hindsight do we question whether or not that trust was warranted.

Final Score: 10 out of 10 Plasma Bolts

A truly satisfying sendoff for the original star of the show.

Final score for Volume 6 of the Liberator Chronicles, in its entirety, is 8 out of 10 Plasma Bolts.

This is an essential set of stories for longtime fans. Even though there are six more boxsets of stories left in the range, if the Liberator Chronicles audio range ended here, it would have ended on a major high note.

As an aside, while the next six boxsets have produced some outstanding stories, I personally feel that both 'Jenna's Story' and 'Blake's Story' should have been the stories utilized as the finale for the Liberator Chronicles range overall.

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The Wolf Pack

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

Warning; Mentioned suicide and shitty writing

(Y/N) stared down at the badly bruised Nick.

"Men like you always piss me off..." He mumbled, stepping on Nick's ankle and hearing him whimper.

"You know, my friend Jo over here, wants to be a butcher. What do you think?" (Y/N) asked, crouching down and getting petting Nick's hair.

"G-good for him." Nick wheezed out. (Y/N) smiled.

"Right? Anyway, he needs some practice. Cutting meat isn't very... Easy, you know? What do you want Jo? Something big or small?" (Y/N) asked, standing.

"Small."

"Cut his dick off." (Y/N) instructed, turning around as Nick screamed, grunted, and cried. He walked away, wiping his hands.

(Y/N) peppered his daughters face with kisses, smiling as she giggled.

"Bye, daddy." She cooed sleepily. (Y/N) kissed her forehead, closing the car door. His baby mama gave him a nod before entering the car and driving away.

"Why aren't you with her?" He turned his head, looking at Malachai.

"She was just a fling." (Y/N) replied, approaching him. He placed a hand on the back of Malachai's neck, leaning in and kissing him. He pulled back with a small smile. (Y/N) stepped away, heading inside. He already missed his little bird. (Y/N) sat at the bar, grabbing a beer. He glanced at Jughead.

"You can leave, you know. You paid off your debt." (Y/N) pointed out, opening the bottle. He expected Jughead bolt to the front door.

"I'll go home tomorrow." Jughead said, getting a bottle of his own. Jughead looked at (Y/N) bruised knuckles.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"Beat someone up.. They might be dead in a few hours." (Y/N) replied, bringing the beer up to his lips and taking a sip. The dimly lit bar fell into silence. Most Wolves and Ghoulies had gone off to bed or were out causing a ruckus. (Y/N) looked at Jughead.

"What are you gonna do when you get back?"

"Be a better leader." Jughead looked at him.

"You think I'm capable of that?" He asked softly. (Y/N) nodded, rubbing his shoulder.

"It's past your bedtime, Jug. Go head to bed." (Y/N) said, grabbing the bottle from him and ushering him away.

"You two on good terms now?" Penny asked, taking Jughead's spot.

"I suppose. He's still a kid.." (Y/N) said, handing her the full bottle. Penny hummed, brushing her fingers against his cheek. (Y/N) looked at her. She sighed, staring at the bottle. Penny put it to the side and faced him.

"You usually never turn down a bottle, Pen. What's up with you?" He asked. Penny shrugged.

"Just not in the mood to drink." She answered, wrapping a strand of her hair around her finger. (Y/N) raised a brow, not quite believing her but he let it go.

"How'd it go with that Veronica chick?" Penny asked.

"She insulted her friends, she ask for any evidence or have any suspicions." (Y/N) said, taking a gulp of his beer.

"I always knew you couldn't trust rich people." Penny said, shaking her head. (Y/N) sighed.

"You seem down today, (Y/N). What's wrong?" Penny asked.

"The anniversary of his death is tomorrow." (Y/N) mumbled. Penny frowned.

"Are you gonna tell the little brat that it was his dad that killed yours?" Penny asked. (Y/N) turned his head and looked at her.

"I don't know but I wanna have a chat with his dad."

(Y/N) drove into the trailer park, beeping loudly. He laughed, seeing grumpy faces peek out if their trailers. Jughead shook his head with an amused smile, getting out of the car. FP approached his son, looking him over as (Y/N) got out of the car. FP walked over to him.

"Glad to see my son back in one piece." (Y/N) nodded, dropping his smile. It was scary. He could be happy one second then pissed off.

"We need to talk, Jones." (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

"About?"

"James. James (L/N)." FP's eyes widened a bit.

"You know, my mother went batshit when she found out her beloved ride or die had been killed in a little shoot out with a Serpent. Killed herself the following month." (Y/N) said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Jughead frowned as he watched the two.

"The world of little thirteen real old (Y/N) came crashing down." He chuckled bitterly.

"I didn't know he had-"

"A life outside of being a gangster? Us Wolves are family. You hurt one, you hurt us all. The death of James (L/N) and (M/N) (L/N) Alpha of The Wolf Pack affected everyone. Especially their only son. Imagine his surprise when he learned that his dad's murderer was still out and kicking. Funny how the world is." (Y/N) said, grinning. In a swift blow, (Y/N) knocked FP to the ground with a single punch.

"I know it's bad to hit your elders but you had it coming, old man." FP groaned, holding his jaw as he raised his hand, stopping the Serpents from attacking.

"I thought Jughead was the leader? King? Guess I was wrong." (Y/N) shrugged.

"An eye for an eye, kid. You got-"

"My revenge would be shooting you in the head like you did to dad." (Y/N) looked at FP's bloody lip.

"But you're old and turning gray and quite frankly, I'm starting to like Jughead." (Y/N) opened his car door, getting in.

"Just because I won't kill you, doesn't mean I won't make your life a living hell." (Y/N) sneered, revving his engine. He drove forward, wheels running over FP's leg. (Y/N) grinned, driving out of the trailer park. His smile dropped as his vision grew blurry from tears.

"Fuck..." He breathed out, pulling over and punching the wheel. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, hearing the honking of a car before a familiar red car drove by him. (Y/N) blinked away his tears and followed Malachai's car. They drove to Sweetwater River, parking their cars. (Y/N) got out of his car and sat on the hood, watching Malachai walk over.

"You okay?" Malachai asked, placing his hands on (Y/N)'s hips and pulling him close. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I wanna relapse.. But Mama Kenna would kill me." (Y/N) mumbled.

"You haven't used drugs in years, you don't need them now." Malachai said, massaging (Y/N)'s hips. (Y/N) grunted in response, laying back and staring up at the sky.

"I have molly in my car." He mumbled. Malachai sighed, letting him go and opening the car door. He searched for the pills, taking them and putting them into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at Malachai, watching him.

"Do you think Nadya will be a good Alpha?"

"She's still a baby, (Y/N)." Malachai said. (Y/N) sat up, taking out his phone when it rang. He answered it.

"What's up, Penny?"

"I'm pregnant."

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