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allbark-no-bite · 1 year

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who are you mad at.

topper thornton x reader (wc: 3.4k)

summary: Topper doesn’t appreciate John B’s friendship with his girlfriend. sometimes all it takes is a blowjob and a little bit of forgiveness

warnings: 18+ smut, blow jobs, mentions of blood, over possessive boyfriend

author’s note: not me actually writing something with plot lol. i cannot believe all of the support i got on my last post, thank you all! i’m know that this isn’t Rafe lol, but i hope you’ll all give it a shot!

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As a little girl, I could never understand why the sheriff and the judge always drank coffee on my grandads front porch. It took me a few years to realize that it was probably for the same reason that the judge's grandson was always so sweet on me.

Politics in a small town like Kildare run deep on family ties and favors. It's all about who's blood is running through who and who's bed you wake up in when the sun comes up. As my best friend Sarah has often laughed about, it's all about how you know or who you'll blow.

Speaking of which, Topper's zipping up the fly on his jeans, fingers fumbling as he misses the hole for the button and has to try again. His cheeks are noticeably flushed, blue eyes distracted as he fidgets with his shaggy but nevertheless, neat crop of hair. No one would expect anything less of Figure Eight's golden boy.

I can't help but smile, biting my lip in an effort to conceal it from where I'm knelt on the floor. He's stupidly pretty. Blue eyes, straight nose, chin that dimples when he smiles.

He must feel my gaze on him because he catches my eye as he's buckling his belt and looks back at me. "What?" he laughs, breaking out into a bashful smile that matches my own.

"I don't know," I say, still smiling, and accept the hand he offers to pull me to my feet.

I don't remember when exactly Topper and I stopped being friends and started actually dating. It all happened so naturally that I don't know if we ever really distinguished between the two. One day we were just friends hanging out, getting drunk at the Boneyard, and then the next week he's kissing me at a party for everyone to see, like it wasn't a big deal that my best friend was kissing me. In some ways I guess it wasn't. It had never occurred to me that I would date anyone else. Sure Topper had dated Sarah for a while, but even that was short lived, and he had always been very upfront with me about it.

"Just you, I guess," I propose, grinning wider as he circles his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

He's dressed up nicer than usual this evening for the Carrera's anniversary party in a billowy blue and white button up and khakis. The light colors pale in comparison to his bronzed skin, a likely permanent feature that the Carolina sun has given him.

"Really?" he hums, pecking my lips as my head tilts back to look up at him. My lips purse pliantly in response. Topper brushes aside the hair from my shoulder and hums, immediately pleased with the amount of exposed skin that he is rewarded with. The tank top that I'm wearing gives him the opportunity to ghost his lips along my shoulder until he settles on placing a kiss to the crevice of my neck.

My fingers curl into the brunette roots at the base of his neck at the attention. "It's not often I get you to myself."

With Topper's mom being the overbearing mother that she was, and the pressure that came with being the Judge's grandson, it was hard to get him out of their sights. However, if either bothered him, he never confessed such qualms to me. Such reasons are also why I think he was more privy to the political concept of our relationship than I was.

I remember being sixteen when a neighbor called the cops on one of Kelce's parties well after midnight. Of course no one knew this until Shoupe and a couple of his deputies showed up, sirens blaring. Most definitely a little buzzed and close to sobbing in the backseat of Shoupe's patrol car, I couldn't understand why Topper was so calm at the time. He just kept repeating, 'Don't worry about it, baby' and 'It'll all be fine'. At the time I hadn't noticed we were the only ones not in handcuffs. I thought for sure I was going to spent the night in jail and then my parents were going to kill me the next morning. He obviously knew something I didn't because twenty minutes later the patrol car was pulling into my driveway, Judge Thornton waiting on the porch with my grandad to take Topper home. The three of them shook hands and not a word was uttered about the incident again.

Topper dips his head to capture my mouth again, his teeth catching on the pout of my bottom lip.

Pressed to the front of my body, I feel his dick twitch in interest. I'm half compelled to drop to my knees and suck him off a second time just for the hell of it. The only problem is that he's got lipstick smeared on his mouth and his shirt is wrinkled and he's going to be late.

"Topper—" I begin.

"I know—I know—I know," he stresses, leaning down to kiss behind my ear again and then my cheek. "I'm going, I'm going."

Just when he pulls back and I go to step away, he grabs my face again, drawing my mouth back for another kiss.

"Topper—"

"I love you," he mumbles quickly after what is probably his hundredth kiss. "Okay. I'm going. I'll see you in a minute."

I watch him slip out the back door of the pool house we'd escaped to momentarily. I look over at the clock. What was supposed to be a quick five minute make out had turned into nearly half an hour. Thankfully, no one had been sent to look for us — namely my friends. Besides Kie and Sarah, the boys were off treasure hunting with Big John.

With all of the craziness going on in the past week, I was glad for the occasion to celebrate and enjoy the party. The evening air is cool and people are chattering excitedly, laughing and enjoying drinks. I spot Kie with her parents as I move throughout the crowd and she waves me over with a smile. Once I’m close enough, she latches onto my arm.

“We’ve got to get out of here. Big John was kidnapped, the boys are running off to South America to save him, and my parents won’t let me out of their sight,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Shit,” I whisper.

“Yeah, shit,” Kie stresses.

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’m on it.” Turning to her dad with the brightest smile I can muster, I link arms with Kie. Thankfully, I fit in the with standard of friends Kid’s dad wants her to have, and he seems to be thankful I hang around.

“Hey, Mr. Carrera. I’m just going to steal Kie away for a moment. I promise we’ll be right back!”

He blinks, as if thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay, just stay out of trouble you two.”

“We will!” I take off, dragging her with me as soon as the words leave his mouth. We haul it through throngs of tipsy guests, dodging anyone who might think to stop us.

“Wait!” Kie yelps snagging my arm before we reach the dock. Out of breath, I skid to a stop beside her.

“What—”

“Oh God,” she breathes.

Heart racing with adrenaline, I take another step towards the dock, dragging her along with me. “Kie, whatever it is, we have to go—”

“It’s John B. He’s talking to Topper.”

Straight ahead of us, I can make out John B’s wild head of hair and dingy yellow shirt. Him being the taller of the two, I glimpse the familiar white of Topper’s shirt just in front of him. Their voices are escalating by the moment, and I can make out the sound of Topper saying, “I want to know why you’re looking for my fucking girlfriend—”

“Oh God,” I repeat this time.

“(y/n), you need to go,” Kie stresses.

I take off before she even finishes her sentence, not even excusing myself as I dash past unsuspecting guests. People have started to stare and a sizable crowd has formed around them.

“— just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean she can’t have friends without you.”

Topper scoffs. “Oh I see. This is about your little treasure hunting bullshit. So you think you can just run around with my girlfriend, do whatever the hell you want with her without me knowing?”

John B shoves him backwards, hard. “That’s not true!”

“John B, stop!” I shout, shoving my way to the front of the crowd as Topper catches himself. But it’s too late, John B is already grabbing the front of Topper’s shirt and yanking him to his feet.

The thing is, it’s not that Topper can’t defend himself, he’s more than capable of holding his own. It’s that he won’t. He won’t ruin his reputation in front of half the town. All he does is sneer, breathing hard as his blue eyes glint with hate. Topper had never liked my friends, only tolerated them for my sake — up until now.

“You think I don’t know?” Topper jeers. “All you’ve ever wanted is to get with (y/n).”

That’s all it takes for John B to swing. I scream as Topper stumbles backwards to the ground. Chaos erupts around us. I see Mr. Carrera hoist Topper to his feet, and my heart clenches at the sight. Blood is leaking from his nose and a dark rouge colored ring has already begun to form around his eye. When I move forward to help him, John B grabs my arm.

“We have to go. Now.”

My feet planted into the ground, I glance down at his split knuckles, and then back at Topper. Who do I choose? My best friend or my boyfriend?

Voice strained, I turn to John B. “I can’t just leave—”

“HELLO!! Now or never, guys!” JJ is on the dock with Kiara, and Sarah. Pope and Cleo are already in the boat.

“Go!” John B urges, shoving me in front of him. With one last look over my shoulder at Topper’s bloody face, I take off running down the dock with John B behind me.

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I know he's mad before he even yanks the passenger side door open and drags me by my elbow to the car. Although his scowl and matching black eye are pretty heavy indicators, it's the stalk from the drivers side and around the front of the Jeep that tips me off.

"Get in the car, (y/n)," he barks without so much as a second glance at me.

John B and Pope glance at each other apprehensively. JJ and Kiara share similar looks.

With the passenger side door now open and Topper waiting for me to march myself over there, I hesitantly stand my ground. Anxiously, I swallow back the swell in my throat. "Go home, Top."

He throws his hands up in exasperation and shakes his head. "This—this is fucking ridiculous. Get in the car, (y/n)."

When I don't make a move either way, Cleo speaks up. "Leave her alone, man. She ain't gotta go nowhere wit' you." Her thick accent rings out loud and clear, but Topper pretends as though he doesn't hear her.

Having enough of our back and forth game, Topper strides over and grabs a firm hold of my elbow, intending to move me himself. Although I take a reflexive step backwards, I don't fight him off. At the same time, John B steps forward, ready to give Topper a black eye to match the other.

"John B, no," I immediately blurt out, twisting as best I can in Topper's grasp. "It's fine. It's fine." Sighing I turn back to Topper. "Okay," I relent. "Let's go."

We drive in silence for a while, waiting for the other to speak. I'm half hoping he won't and we'll make the entirety of the trip without uttering a word. Across the seat, we make eye contact and I scowl at him for the split second our eyes meet. Then I turn away and cross my arms with an air of defiance.

When I glance sideways at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes fixed on the road. I know him well enough to know that he's weighing out his options on what to say, determining what kind of conversation we're going to have.

He opens his mouth, starting to say something, then closes it and drags a hand over his jaw. "How many times did I call you?"

I shrug. "I don't know—"

"God dammit, (y/n). How many times did I call you!??" He slams his hand down on the console this time.

"I DON'T KNOW, TOPPER."

I do. Twenty-seven. He called twenty-seven times in addition to the missed texts and multiple question marks. I don't admit that though because it's easier to scream back at him than to admit that I was purposely avoiding his calls.

"You have got to stop hanging around with the wrong people. Start making better decisions." He's lowered his voice to a more appropriate volume now.

I glance over at him, a narrowed look on my face. "Who are you mad at, Topper?" I question. "Because I don't think it's me."

In the drivers seat, he continues to stare ahead at the road. "It's always fucking John B, isn't it. You always have to go to his rescue."

I set my jaw, knowing where his mind is and where this is going. "I didn't sleep with him, Topper."

Topper scoffs as if to make light of the situation. "Oh, for sure. You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's not like that. He's my friend."

We pull into his driveway, and Topper finally turns to me after parking the car. "Yeah? Well I'm your friend too, (y/n). You ever fucking think about that? Why do you think you're not sitting in jail right now with the rest of your so called friends?" He jabs a finger into his chest. "Me. Because I care about you!"

My back pressed up against the passenger side door, all I can do is blink in surprise. I'm not used to Topper yelling at me, and I'm not so sure I like it. I'd never thought about it that way before and guilt begins to creep into the pit of my stomach. My eyes suddenly sting and my nose burns with the threat of tears.

"I'm sorry," I whisper barley audible, my voice cracking.

Topper falls back heavily into his seat and sighs, running a hand over his face. Without a word, he gathers his keys from the truck's ignition and steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Teary eyed, I watch him take the steps up the porch and pace up and down the length of it while repeatedly running a frustrated hand through his hair. I get out of his truck and walk up the steps after a few minutes. Confident that he's done yelling but unsure of where we stand at the moment, I stop just short of him.

Hands in his pockets, Topper runs his gaze over me from head to toe after coming to a stop in front of me before he emits another heavy sigh and curls his hand around my jaw, forcing me to look upwards at him. "Answer me when I call you, alright?"

Nodding, I swallow under the weight of his hand as his fingers travel down to my throat. His blue eyes are focused and yet lack their usual jubilance. I nearly whine in relief when he leans down to kiss me.

He tastes fresh, like he always does, a mix between peppermint gum and mint toothpaste. The taste resonates within me a type of unspoken forgiveness that I sense is being granted as his other hand presses my body into his. I can feel the rigid outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and it sends my heart racing in anticipation.

The thing about Topper is that he's always been able to read me impossibly well, and so when he disconnects our mouths by using the leverage of his hand on my throat to hold me back, he chuckles airily. "Feel me? That's what you do to me, you little tease."

I paw at him, grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull his body closer. Topper is nearly a foot taller than me, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.

"I'm sorry, Top."

He hums, the thumb of his hand moving to tug at the swollen pout of my bottom lip. "Are you? He's only giving me a hard time now, not even allowing me to answer before his thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. "Going to be good for me then?"

The weight of his thumb is so soothingly familiar that I forget to respond in favor of suckling around the digit.

"Baby." He's quick to remind me, drawing his thumb from my mouth and swiping it wetly across my cheek to grip my jaw again.

My flushed cheeks forced into a pout, I nod as much as his hold on me will allow. "Mhm."

Topper glances over his shoulder, briefly surveying the closed blinds of the windows looking out on to the front porch, and then back to me.

"Alright, on your knees, pretty girl."

He doesn't have to ask twice. He's undoing his belt with one experienced hand and gathering a fist full of my hair at the back of my head with the other. Once removed from the confines of his boxers, his cock bobs at the freedom.

If there's one thing myself and multiple other girls in the Outer Banks can attest to, it's that sucking off Topper Thornton is a pleasure. I'd heard the rumors whispered around school even before we started dating. It was weird at the time, having to hear that kind of thing about my best friend, but once we started dating, I understood where they were coming from. With some guys, blowing them is an outright chore, but not Topper. He knows exactly what he's working with and how to use it.

Once again, he's heavy in my mouth. This time in a pleasurably aching way. His tip nudges the back of my throat, and I have to remind myself to relax and breathe through my nose as tears spring to my eyes. He swipes away a stray tear before it can fall.

"There you go, baby. Good."

He doesn't buck up into my throat, forcing me to gag and sputter as I try to accommodate his length — at least not this time. Topper just fists my hair and rocks slowly back and forth, eyes rolling as my throat clenches around him. My nose nearly digs into his pelvis by the time he's satisfied that his cock is nestled as far as it can get into the heat of my throat.

With the makeshift ponytail, Topper pulls almost all of the way out of my mouth before guiding himself back in. Each time the mushroomed tip kisses the back of my throat, he pulls his cock out of my mouth again. All it takes is a few good strokes before he's spilling into my mouth, moaning while I struggle to take him all. He pulls out when he's finished.

"Swallow," he instructs, tilting my jaw back so that I have but one option. Not that I would argue with him anyhow. I'm used to how he tastes, salty and strangely satisfying, His hot release slides down my throat. At first I would have wrinkled my nose at the thought of such a thing, but strangely, I've become accustomed to the taste. It's uniquely Topper, as odd as that sounds.

He helps me to my feet and plants another slow kiss to my swollen lips. I keen at the attention, my brain feeling sluggish and wishing he would just wrap his large hand around my throat again.

"I love you," he finally murmurs, pressing a find kiss to my forehead; a stark contrast to his manhandling moments before.

"Love you too."

Around us, the porch goes dark for a split second and I bolt into Topper's arms before the lights flicker back on. This repeats a few more times; long enough for us to realize that his dad is likely on the other side of the front door.

Topper groans. "Shit."

"Shit."

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plasticfangtastic · 1 month

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A Garden Without Impurity

A Homelander x GN Reader fic one-shot

A/N: Should be working on my other fics but i needed to get this out me system, inspired by a conversation I had in this site and watching the apothecary diaries, not an expert on chinese harem systems but i based this sort of on the Qin Dynasty system bcuz it was like the simpliest, like those emperors got around a lot… this is more drabble than fic-fic but i hope y’all enjoy.

Tags: light smut, 3-some, bilander, dark topics, not proofread I die here, non-canon complaint/canon-divergent, takes place in who knows, traditional polygamy, no dialogue here btw, Homelander being himself, light gore.

Word Count: 5K

Synopsis: You’re a member of Homelander harem, this is but a documentation of that.

Homelander was always a lonely man perpetually hunting after love, for anybody who could give him attention, who would want him. He clung easily to lovers, too young at first to notice how easily he could be tricked into becoming nothing but a trophy fuck, too inmature to notice how his behaviour frightened them in the long run, and the more and more he was hurt the worse he became, all he’d learned was how to hide his anguish– turning him dangerously bitter.

Lovers came easy but just as easily they left– either scared straight by an army of lawyers, handsomely compensated or increasingly more often in pine boxes… crisis management meetings became so commonplace they began to be run on emails.

He was a man desperate for love– so much love to give but nobody could ever give him an ounce of what he needed, an ounce of what he gave, he was hungry for intimate devotion and adoration, the public could only give him bites sizes but it was fading and quick, and his mind steadily warping from this unfulfilled primal need.

Lovers couldn’t handle how pushy he became, how possessive and controlling he could become, how he wished to monopolize everything– so it was a problem, his sickly nature only wisthand by those contractually obligated to tolerate him, Maeve who had been so perfect until the downstairs neighbors logged less and less noise complaints as their passion cool and soured and Madelyn whose allure came in how untouchable she was, how forbidden she was, how much of a special occasion she had to be, and well rumors circulated involving Mr. Edgar but nobody ever dared to discuss it much.

Porn seem to alleviate some issues but the poor team in-charge of monitoring his online usage had filed formal complaint about having to be subjected to so much ‘stepmom porn’ and increasingly bizarre fetishes, whether he watched them to get off or not was unknown but once he switched the porn to browsing r/watchpeopledie– a meeting had to be made and this time it was in person.

It was hard to pin-point the exact moment a suit suggested this solution– it was merely a joke but no matter how thick these walls were it would never be missed by Homelander, who indulge them.

And the project began to take place, with the end goal to provide him with company, and a controlled environment for Vought overseeing… a facility where the damage would be limited to seven floors and 30 large and luxurious condos.

Legally this building was just one of the many owned by Vought– like many other megacorps it was no surprise Vought dab in real estate, owning a couple buildings around the city to provide employee accommodation much like their Silicon Valley competition. After selecting the small building that once simply served as their own service apartments to accommodate shareholders, the project began to take place.

Homelander found it amusing, interested as to what things were going… surprised about how much he was looking forward to this, much to his chagrin– Homelander was very much a man and at the thought of being supplied with sex on tap he was quite happy to play along giving it a fair-go for a few weeks then forget about it after the novelty faded.

The first iteration was an utter failure, simply nothing but a duped “Playboy” Mansion, women who were paid to seduce him and become available whenever he desired– they were boring, they weren’t there for him, they were there for the paycheck and presents, for the free rent and the possibility of becoming his favorite perhaps.

It was dull.

Painfully dull, nothing different from what he was doing, only it was kept behind closely guarded doors and managed by the company that micromanaged everything else in his life.

Dull Lovers who barely pretended to care, who rolled their eyes when he wanted to talk about his interest, who looked at their phones during the good scenes of his favorite films, who signed when he wished to be held, who gave no enthusiastic response at anything but Versace and Jimmy Choo’s.

He felt the ever growing emptiness spread further like a cancerous mass.

As he sat alone sinking on his couch flipping channels in the dark and his eyes finally grew heavy for the night– his fingers stopped in some show about a man trying to balance having four wives, the scenario intrigued him… a man married to several women who seemed enamored with him despite all the drama in the background… These women on his screen weren’t like the ones provided… they weren’t his… They didn’t love him nor wanted to devote themselves to him, they were just high paid prostitutes– even the women at the Playboy Mansion he had met seemed to have a better relationship to the old creep than his own had to him– he wasn’t special or interesting to them.

It was transactional and the affection unconvincing, unlike this man’s wives who seemed to care about him, who didn’t look forward to meeting other men or keep in touch with old John’s and sold their feet pics online to just any guy.

Vought or the public would never allow him to have a dozen wives, he wasn’t even a Mormon, officially he was an Evangelical just in name not in practice so he couldn’t simply adopt the church's views nor was he interested in even more rigid rules… I mean he did enjoy a cup of coffee every once in a blue moon and he certainly had a spicy tongue.

It took a lot of trial and error and plenty of lawyers too.

But a single joke turned into this…

You had been there for quite a long time, you seen plenty of pretty faces come and go, most left because they disliked the system in place– had they simply bothered to glance the wikipedia article on Chinese harem practices before signing the dotted line their grievances would have been lessened… altho calling yourself a polygamist might not even been an applicable label– after all his rules made it difficult to do so.

You had simply been a low-level intern when Homelander first laid eyes on you all those years ago.

He watched you for a long time and you watched him with the same intensity, he was a pretty thing, he had a quirky laugh that veer into cackle territory, his hands were as soft as the rest of him and above all you could tell pretty early on that there was a hunger inside him unmatched by anything else.

No lover before had ever made you feel so wanted, he made you feel as if he was born for you, no lover ever devoured you with a single look… it was desperate.

When have you ever felt this desire before? You asked yourself the more intense this became.

You never experience the titillation and the fear that his hunger inspired in you, the way he touched and explored every inch of your skin inside that broom closet made you fear for your life, as if he would feast on you and gnaw at your bones like a dog with a fresh treat, that one spicy rendezvous after office hours quickly became a regular occurrence and he never had enough.

Neither did you.

His gentleness hid praise worthy self-control, he molded his performance after what made you feel best but you would soon learn it was performance– you were puddy in his hands as he trapped you with this pleasure.

To be yearned for was different, he wanted all your free time to be for him, to ignore all the pretty faces and nameless ass that crossed your sight and devote yourself to him, he was honest about wanting you, about wanting you to love him just as much as he could love you.

Made worse by the fact that you had no qualms with the worst of his personality your fights and arguments as unhealthy as anybody else but always over petty things, never about the nights he soaked the carpet with some miscreant chunky remains, after all you had to be a bit loopy and unhinge to look at him as if he was the only source of light in the cave that was your life.

It was a long courtship before he told you about ‘The Gardens’. At first you simply thought it was another luxury building stuck in Manhattan but behind the doorman and reception clerk was a building only inhabited by lovers.

It wasn’t easy to digest– but floor to ceiling windows, private drivers and Hermes boxes demonstrate to your ego that you might have a price… The 6 figure allowance certainly made your stomach drop as you accepted new found facts about yourself… this was not counting any extra presents– after all your job would be to stay pretty and interesting for him.

You certainly had your suspicions but you had been quite enamored with the Supe, unable to look away from those cornflower blues and the sad expression painting his face as he began to suspect your rejection, the palpable anguish he was trying so hard to contain. Accepting simply to do a few excessive sessions of retail therapy on his dime to recover from the shock, coming in thinking he will grow bored of you soon enough and you could commence the healing process afterwards.

But you never left ‘The Gardens’, the people who ran the building would refer to you as the Noble Consort with the Empress or Imperial Noble Consort reserved for whoever Homelander was dating for the papers (altho you would have given the title of Stillwell for the longest time), to your disbelief you found enjoyment in this arrangement, your were free to pursue whatever you wanted for money was now not a problem– all those hobbies you had abandoned, halted and wished to explore were now back on the table, a new career change or education now a possibility, even pursuing a lifelong passion or dream was available, as long as you kept pretty and keep his favor.

There were other rules of course… Nobody besides Homelander could be in your life. Sex-work was out of the question once somebody took residency in one of the handful of luxury condos. Not involving oneself romantically with any of the other concubines or anybody was also a major rule. He demanded a vow of secrecy as well obviously– telling anybody about the arrangement specially online or the media, and you would have a head on your front door… you would have prefered a finger, a tooth or a kidney like the others on your floor but he left the brainless severed head on yours.

You were certain that Vought kept a dystopian level of watch over your digital footprint while you no longer worked with Vought and did your thing… you heard the rumor of a shadow department whose whole job was to watch this place– it wasn’t really out of the realm of possibility after all Homelander was worth billions to them… and if not Homelander was there watching somehow.

Which is how you end up with having to call somebody to pick up and puzzle the old concubine back together.

He was The Emperor and thus you had to act like a noble, anybody caught breaking his rules would be in more than a little trouble– Homelander was quite cruel once a lover lost his fancy.

But not as cruel as the other residents when they sensed somebody trying to plant the seeds of discourse, threats to the system were ever present whenever he brought a new concubine, those who survived the longer kept the peace.

A mixture of jealousy and self-preservation feed the cruelty… after all these years you liked your comfortable life and so did the others– those with more expensive taste to your own, those whose families were partially supported by Homelander (if he was aware or not was not yours or his problem) those who loved him and didn’t wish to part, and those who needed his support to make sure even if he grew bored with them they had a back-up to their back-up, none who would risk losing it all just because some new lover wanted him all for himself– they had no grace about it and would soon realize that tribalistic nature of humans… unless somebody whispered sweetly in John’s ear and prevented the carnage.

Unsure as to why anybody would want to monopolize him as if this entire building wasn’t a red flag about how pointless that was, you discussed with the others.

He was more than an armful, he was too much even for you who obsessed so easily with him, who demanded his attention and affection but ultimately unable to match just how much he needed in return, you stopped disliking this new life because Homelander would never be satiated, because he would wear you down to a stub, because he would scare you away if you didn’t find a way to get breathing room, more for his sake than your own. You loved him, you wanted to hold tight but if he kept going you would let go of his hand mid-flight and the thought of hating him or falling out of love with him filled you with dread.

You needed him on a cellular level, you joked in the past as you talked to a neighbor, who understood you as he laughed.

It stung for a long time to live this way– You just made it look easy.

But you made it, and it earned you some perks.

You checked your agenda to make sure that time had come around, you weren’t called the Noble Consort for nothing– he would reserve you even outside your birthday week.

8.3 million people in this city and he could make sure you felt like the only one in this town.

Perpetually charming you thought as he landed inthe balcony with your favorite chocolate and flowers.

If Homelander had to explain why he kept you the longest it was how you talked to him earnestly, you treated him as if he was not just a celeb but a husband, how happy you always were too see him, how you always clung to his shoulders even before his boots touched the ground and how quickly you always dragged him inside worried he would get sick from the cold winds, even if he went weeks without seeing you in person you never let him see it, it was as if no matter how long it had pass you couldn’t care less, only the now you experienced together mattered.

He wondered if this was how sailors felt when they came back home after a lengthy tour, if it was warm like this.

No matter how long this had been going on for– your love was genuine, he even thought of you as a weekend masochist for putting up with his whims, but you took him as he was and that was something special… something worth keeping… worth protecting.

He could snuggle in your chest all he wanted, he knew your fingers would scratch his scalp without command, he would find your warmth either gifted by your words or your core.

A perfect spouse to him, he would whisper to himself when you slept or when he missed you, in this intimacy he knew he would stay with you, the only one who understood what this place was all about, who was this emperor’s favorite.

Now when it came to sex–the life of his concubine wasn’t sexless… you doubted the man actually lived in his actual penthouse all the way up in Vought Tower, he might use it to change suits or pick up his mail, for he would share somebody else’s bed every night, if he didn’t you would find out at the lobby, perks of knowing everybody in the building was that rumors traveled quickly and plans of actions would be organized in elevators… so your bed was not infrequent and during your weeks he would always sleep there.

You keep a spare pair of his boots and gloves that didn’t came with the apartment, which said a lot about how infrequently did he slept at his legal address and your longevity in this palace– what did came was a toothbrush, comb, some of his skincare products and extra-creamy milk restocked frequently more so these days.

These private weeks were both sugary and bitter, date nights and cuddling lazily on the couch as he spoke of his day and listened to yours, you spoke a lot catching up with lost time while he washed your back and you washed his hair, knowing he would leave soon enough and return to some girl back in the tower or go downstairs.

And as your week ended he would treat you to something adventurous.

You kissed him in the upper courtyard by the warm dim lights surrounded by whistling shrubs, the night was starting to grow cold, draping his cape around you for your comfort, he moaned as your lips suckled on his neck savoring the feel of your tongue as you drew lines on chin, slowly melting on your sweltering heat, your hand taking his thigh with a firm squeeze teasing him as they came close to his member, kissing until lips bruised and blood inked his tongue, you kissed until his jaw started to numb and his cock leaked with anticipation, being uphere where somebody might see always excited him, he had already baptized every bench in this courtyard but it didn’t lose his splendor just yet.

His hips buckle as your hand finally gave him much needed affection, hearing your muscles push as hard as they could against him, mewling as you chuckled with delight at his reactions, his eyes so hazy.

Trembling as your hand left him, you pulled at his belt watching him blush as he remembered that the one thing you lacked was super strength, you leaned back as he swiftly began to lower his tights, throwing his belt to the ground so the cold steel wouldn’t make you shudder.

His cock was hard, crying rivers into the cold wind until your lips kissed it better.

He made no attempt to conceal his moaning, growling as your teeth grazed the sensitive head, he was unapologetically loud, this was the one place where he forgo all his acting lessons, nor did you want him to be quiet it made you excited to hear him moan, he just sounded so needy– cute too… and tonite he was obscenely loud, animalistic even, grunting and growling as your drooled unto your chin and made his thigh slippery, as you took his cock down to the base, licking down his taint, he lifted his legs adjusting his position to follow your tongue, whining and panting as you pleasured him, aggressively pumping at his cock as you suck gently on his balls.

You look up from half-lid eyes drowning on your own pleasure, he came with ease coating your throat with his thick salty cum but just as quickly as he came he would come back up and just as hard as a minute ago– you made it into a game to see how many times you could make him cum before he begged you to let him do it inside you for that was the only way to kill his battery. Pumping his shaft with short and quick pump focusing on the mid-length as to deprive his crying tip taking sadistic delight in knowing that he wanted you to touch the tip immediately but being too far gone to asks for it clearly as he mumbled incoherently behind his breathy wanton, his hips following the rhythm of your hands and tongue.

A shaky smile crossed his lips as the consort took pity on him, you chuckled knowing you won an unspoken bet with your downstairs neighbor, pulling their hair out of the way as their head went up and down and lips grazed your fingers.

You climbed up letting your fellow concubine enjoy themselves in this debauchery.

Biting on his ears as you whispered what you wished to do with him, calling him by his name with a sweetness that tingled something scary inside him.

Homelander laughed weakly against you, his hand pulling on the other’s hair gently, he spouts his orders, throwing the cushions unto the ground you both give each other giddy looks as the man pulls you down with him with the last bit of composure he had before burying his face with your crotch, one hand kept your hips in place and the other held his other concubine hand, gasping against you as the other took him, you saw red– it was not a competition but you did not want him to only focus on the warm enveloping his cock.

All that filled the air were your choir of moans above his muffled coos and whines as you fucked his mouth, his tongue doing his best to keep up, eyes rolling back as you took fistfuls of his hair pulling harshly distracting him so much that he had begun to run of breath, as he ate everything and swallowed desperately, trying to concentrate on the feeling developing his tongue and lips and the sweet musky scent drowing him, fading with a twsited smile as you fucked him earnestly and harshly, he loved it when he was made into a bitch, he would never say it outloud of course– like many things in this building it went unspoken, but you could tell that all the old residents shared a certain quality to them.

Men and women who provided something everybody was afraid of giving to him before.

You’d seen him cling to men and women who wished to mark him, who told him that he was as much their property as they were his.

That proved their love was not superficial… It was genuine.

Or genuine enough for him.

He moaned and bucked his hips pathetically, yearning to reach the furthest parts of you, filling you, to feel his own cum foaming within you as he fucked you.

Moving you quickly, glad that this time he had thought ahead with these cushions for your knees would be bleeding and burning otherwise– it was all hazy at this point, all you knew was his name, the cold wind hardening your nipples, and the sound of his hips slapping into you as he whimpered with a mixture of desperation and pleasure, he finger fucked your companion, hands fucking his lover just as fast and hard to have the concubine running out of breath begging Homelander to not dare stop, making a mess of themselves on his fingers, coating them as their hole squelched and sucked him right back in, as the man grew pleased with the sight, your hands interlocked squeezing hard as they rode their orgasm to a happy end.

You caught a ruby glimpse reflecting in a metal bench nearby, you gulped knowing you had to think quickly.

Turning your face and arching your back as you begged him to hold you.

Coming loudly letting your knees and elbows give up, letting him push you down with his weight, always surprised how heavy those silly golden eagles are, you couldn’t believe his shoulders weren’t stiff 24/7, with a satisfied chuckle he waits for you both to snuggle with him.

The other urges him to take it into their apartment for it was getting cold and they sure didn’t want to catch a cold.

He half-begrudgingly agreed, wishing deep down to go a few more rounds outside but as he felt your goosebumps he took you both inside urgently.

Your hands never touched after that, Homelander ever so vigilant of both your movements, all you could do was hope the concubine would learn just how stringent and absurd John could be, fearful that anybody would dare hold affections to anybody but him.

You kissed his neck, nuzzling against him as he watched the sleeping concubine coldly, arguing with himself if they had meant to break the rules.

Whispering his name as he squeezed your stomach, soothing his unspoken anxiety he let go of those thoughts.

He returned your affections, easing into him as you fed off his warmth.

You whispered quietly, enjoying each other, easing his worries.

This was a peculiar life but in these quiet moments it was like any other.

In these moments it all felt perfectly normal, the world might never get it entirely and you yourself struggled with it at times but when you woke up to his kisses on your chest as he found a way to turn into the little spoon while the other sneaked to the toilet, you certainly didn’t want to change things.

Not one bit.

#homelander #homelander x reader #the boys fanfic #homelander fanfiction #personal #my fic tag #homelander x you #tempted to write a little series on these but if anybody wants to write about concubines feel free #on my behalf #might come back and re-edit this

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 4.7k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 4 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 5

The car idled in Jake’s driveway as you took a moment to appreciate the relative quiet. His townhouse - a duplex - was surrounded by families in a subdivision. Kids ran in yards, yelling at one another, while their parents washed cars and mowed lawns.

It was worlds away from your complex, where the only greenery was a small patch of grass on the walkway and wilted potted plants. While you loved your actual apartment, the area left something to be desired, and the tenants skewed younger, which meant parties on the weekends and loud arguments. But it was a roof over your head, affordable, and had met the minimum criteria when you’d flown out to find a place over a weekend trip. A year later, staying put was easier than moving again as you saved up to buy your own place.

The front door opened. Jake stepped out onto the porch, a hint of a smile playing on his mouth as he walked closer. He wore a pair of grey shorts that hugged his thighs and an untucked white button-down, making you feel better about your casual shorts and teal t-shirt. Your lips curved in an answering smile as you turned off the car and opened the door before reaching for your purse and grocery bag in the passenger seat. “Hey,” you said, stepping out and shutting the door with a bump of your hip.

“Wasn’t sure if you were gonna come in or not,” he chuckled, reaching for the bag.

Smirking, you looked up at him. “Were you planning to run me down in your bare feet if I peeled out of here?”

“Nah,” he replied before tipping his head. “Would probably get the sheriff over there to issue you a speeding ticket, though. Speeding in a residential area is dangerous - all these kids playing? He might even slap some cuffs on you and take you straight to jail.”

“And what would that do for your reputation in the neighborhood?” you asked as he took your hand and led you towards the house.

“I’m a single guy surrounded by families - not sure how much more mixed my reputation can get.”

“What do you mean?” He opened the door and motioned you inside. You toed off your flats and put your purse on the side table before glancing at the living room. Jake shrugged, walking past you towards the kitchen.

“Some don’t care that I’m here. Others think I’m a creep around too many kids. Some of the military wives ask me for help when their husbands deploy, and I get side-eyed when they get back.”

“Oh.” He deposited the bag on the counter and turned to face you. His expression was one of forced nonchalance as he shrugged again. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands fell to your waist.

“The revolving door of women parked in your driveway probably doesn’t help, either.”

“‘Revolving door’ is a bit of an exaggeration,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips over your cheek. “A couple of them were parked there a few times.” Scoffing playfully, you pushed away from him and turned. His hands shot out to wrap around your hips, threading his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts and tugging you back into his chest. “Gonna confuse the hell out of them when they see you parked there all the time.”

“Don’t worry - the rental will help keep up your playboy image once I get my car back,” you laughed.

“That mean you’re already planning on coming back?” Jake rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You never know. Play your cards right, and I just may.”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Can I get you anything to drink? Beer, soda, water, wine? I’ve got some stronger stuff too.”

“I grabbed some wine on my way,” you replied, tilting your head to glance up at him,” but if you have some open already, I’m not opposed.”

“Told you that you didn’t have to bring anything,” he playfully chided. Gently, he turned you and backed you up.

“It’s considered rude to show up empty-handed.” Shaking his head, Jake lifted you onto the counter and positioned himself between your legs, hands resting beside your hips. When he swayed closer, you smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Hi.”

“Hi. Red or white?”

“Depends. What are you making?”

“Figured I’d throw a couple of steaks on the grill with some vegetables.”

“Oh,” you said, leaning away and chewing your lower lip. “I, um… I’m a vegetarian.”

“Shit,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I should have asked. Darlin’, I’m sorry, I can order something and get it delivered, and next time I’ll…” His eyes narrowed as you pressed your lips together, eyes widening in faux innocence. “Didn’t you buy chicken yesterday?”

“Chicken is totally a vegetable.” You squeaked when he squeezed your side. His green eyes flashed, and he grinned, digging his fingers into your ticklish spots. Shrieking, you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp and bat away his hands as you both laughed. “Stop!” you gasped.

“Say uncle.”

“Uncle!” His hands stilled on your ribs, lightly pressing to draw you closer to the edge of the counter. Hiccuping a laugh, you swiped away the tears from your cheeks before gently shoving his chest. “You’re a bully, Seresin.”

“If I’m a bully, then you’re a liar.”

“I’m a fibber at most.”

“Then I’m not a bully, I’m a teaser.”

“We knew that,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Pot, meet kettle.”

“You started it with the fries.” His smirk was predatory when he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“You won when you told me you came in the shower.” His breath on your neck caused goosebumps to rise on your skin as your nipples tightened. Your face flushed when you took in how close he was, eyes dipping to his lips. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you drew him closer, head tilting.

“Good,” you whispered. At the last moment, you shifted to brush a kiss on his cheek before gently shoving him away. Jake shook his head, frustrated that you’d used his move against him. “I’ll have red.”

“Coming right up,” he replied, stepping away. You watched him move around his kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses before returning to his spot between your thighs. When he handed you yours, you tapped the rim of your glasses together before taking a sip. “Gonna give me a tour of your place?”

“Sure.” Smiling, you placed your glass on the counter before sliding off, your body pressed against his. His head fell back as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tease.”

“Pot, meet kettle.” When you stepped around him, he lightly swatted your ass. Whirling to face him, you pinned him with a look. “Pretty sure you’re supposed to take a girl on a date before touching her ass, Seresin.”

“Good thing this is our third date,” he shrugged, reaching for your hand and tangling your fingers.

“First,” you countered. Shaking his head, he pulled you into the living room and gave you a quick tour of the townhouse. There were three bedrooms - one was a home gym, the other a guest room. The walls were mostly bare, with a few pictures of him with friends or military awards hung up. You stopped in front of one and tapped it. “What’s this?”

“Got it for being first in my class at TOPGUN.”

“What’s TOPGUN?”

“Fighter Weapons School - advanced air-to-air combat training.”

“Is that where you got this?” you asked, lifting your clasped hands to gesture to the ring he always wore on his right hand.

“No - got that when I graduated the Academy. And that,” he said, nodding towards a picture of him getting a medal pinned on, “is when I got my air combat kill. Only active duty aviator with one of those.” When you raised an eyebrow, he winked. “Told you I was one of the Navy’s best.”

“All I’m hearing is that I’ll have to work harder to keep your ego in check.”

When he showed you his room, you let go of his hand to walk over to his bed and peeked under the comforter. “Hospital corners?” you mocked, looking over your shoulder to where he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Seriously? I thought you were joking.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how to do them when you stay over.”

“You’ll be lucky if I throw the blanket back over the sheets in the morning.”

“Careful, darlin’ - that almost sounded like a promise to stay the night.” Fixing the comforter, you shook your head.

“Starting to sound a bit desperate there, Jacob.”

His chin dipped, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Just focused on what I want.” There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his expression. Your breath caught. His hands rested on your waist as you moved to stand in front of him. Eyes meeting, you cupped his jaw, gently drawing him down as you pushed onto your toes.

Jake held you steady when you hesitated for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. His grip tightened, taking you with him as he shifted to press his back flat against the doorframe. He buried a hand in your hair as your heels hit the floor, lightly tugging to tilt your head back. You stared at one another, silently daring the other to make the first move.

His lips grazed your temple. Your cheekbone. Another tug exposed your throat to his opened-mouth kisses, his tongue darting to taste your skin. You grabbed his hip, swaying closer, chest flattening against his as your thighs squeezed in an attempt to ease the pressure building there. A whimper escaped. Jake chuckled. “Shut up,” you groaned, forcing his head away.

His eyes were dark when they met yours, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Whispering your name, his mouth curved into a smile as he finally kissed you. Jake took his time, sipping from your lips as his hands drifted from your back to squeeze your ass and hips. When your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his hair, he groaned and took a step forwards, slowly walking you toward his bed.

The back of your knees hit the mattress, and you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. “Fuck, darlin’,” he moaned, forcing himself to pull away and meet your eyes. “Didn’t invite you over for this.”

“If I promise to respect you in the morning, will you fuck me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Jake breathed. As he stared, a wave of nervousness washed over you, but you forced it down and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. “Thought you’d be shy…fuckin’ dream girl.”

His lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing your ass to rock you against his erection. When your lips parted with a sigh, his tongue slipped in, gliding against your own. Reaching between you, you quickly undid the button of his shorts and slowly dragged down the zipper before slipping your hand in to run your fingers up his clothed cock, lightly teasing him through the slit of his boxers. Jake let out a ragged breath as he rested his forehead against yours, thrusting into your cupped hand.

“You sure?” Rather than respond, you withdrew your hand and crossed your arms over your waist, pulling your shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. Smirking, you sat on the edge of the bed and curled your hands over his hips.

“Are you?” His answering smile made your thighs clench before he tore his shirt off. You scooted toward the middle of the bed as he kicked off his shorts. As you reached for the button of yours, he knelt on the bed, his black boxer briefs tented as he stared down at you. When you lifted your hips to slide your shorts off, he grinned.

“You plan this, darlin’?” he asked, eyes drifting over your matching bra and panty set.

“Gotta be prepared for third-date sex,” you replied. Jake laughed as he planted a knee between your thighs and hovered over you.

“Thought this was our first date.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled him down to lick into his mouth. With one hand by your head, his other slipped under you to flick open the clasp of your bra. When the band loosened, you quickly shrugged it off. His mouth left yours, trailing kisses down your neck and around the curve of your breast.

“Fuck,” you breathed when he sucked on your right nipple. When you reached for your left breast, he caught your hand and pinned it over your head. Your hips jerked, and Jake lifted his head to give you a cocky look.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, notching his thigh at your core and crossing your arms at the wrist above your head. Pressing down, he returned his attention to your nipples, his teeth closing over one and lightly tugging. Your hips ground down on his thigh, and he increased the pressure on your wrists when you tried to reach for him as he toyed with you. Slowly, he ran his fingers down your stomach, shifting his leg back as he traced the outline of your pussy through your underwear. Moaning, you lifted your hips to chase his touch as he pulled his hand away.

“They absolutely call you Hangman for teasing women,” you huffed. He chuckled, kissing up your chest to slip his tongue into your mouth. He muffled your gasp when his hand slid into your panties, fingers parting your folds.

“So wet. This all for me, baby?” Jake cooed, his middle finger lightly petting you. When you didn’t answer, he slipped his finger into you, smirking when you turned to hide your face in your arm. You whined when he wiggled his finger before withdrawing it, shifting so the only place he touched you was your wrists. When you looked at him, he held your gaze while putting his finger in his mouth, sucking off the taste of you. “Mmm, gonna let me have my dessert before dinner?” he asked.

“You don’t have to,” you said, cheeks flushing at his attention. Releasing your wrists, he shook his head, pressing his lips to your throat.

“Want to. One of my favorite things to do.” Closing your eyes, you nodded, mentally preparing to fake an orgasm. Your exes had treated oral as a box to tick before getting to the main event. You were more than happy to skip it. Sensing your hesitancy, Jake frowned and waited for you to look at him. “Talk to me.”

“I, um…” you swallowed hard, eyes lowering to his chin. “I’ve never gotten off from…” He groaned, ducking his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“Christ, darlin’. You really did date boys before, didn’t you?” He jerked when you pinched him. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on one elbow and cupped your face, running his thumb over your lower lip. “Lemme try? You don’t like it, and I’ll stop, but I wanna taste you and feel you cum on my tongue.” His cock twitched against your hip. When you nodded, he leaned down to kiss you sweetly and whispered against your lips, “Shift up to the pillows.”

You’d expected him to set to work right away, but Jake took his time as he made his way down your body, brushing his lips against your neck and the red indents your bra had made on your shoulders. When you lifted your hand to play with his hair, he turned to kiss the inside of your wrist. He paid special attention to your breasts, sucking and nibbling, before continuing his downward descent. Holding your gaze, he winked before dipping his tongue into your navel.

When he finally reached the juncture at your thighs, he sat back on his heels and slowly slid off your panties, dropping them off the edge of the bed. Taking your left leg, he brushed his lips to your ankle and trailed kisses up your calf and thigh before planting it on the bed and repeating the action with your right leg. Lying on his stomach, his shoulders forced you to spread wider to accommodate him. Swallowing hard, you tried not to think about him staring at the most intimate part of yourself as he looped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. You squirmed when he scraped his stubbled cheek against your inner thigh before lightly kissing away the sting, inching closer and closer.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his breath hot against your core. “What a pretty pussy.” You blushed, covering your face with both hands. “Look at me, darlin’.” Jake’s eyes were molten when you forced yourself to meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. As you watched, he lowered his head, eyes locked on yours, and licked a broad stroke over you. Your hips lifted off the bed, and you felt his chuckle, hot and heavy against your heated skin, as he tightened his grip. When he repeated the motion, wiggling his tongue, you whimpered.

His hand left your right leg and reached up to grasp yours, pulling it closer. Placing it on his head, he said, “You tell me what you like.” You nodded, fingers curling into his hair as he ran his tongue around your clit. He raised an eyebrow at your whimper, and you nodded, teeth digging into your lower lip.

He settled into a pattern to ease you into it, alternating long licks with shorter ones, his nose nudging your clit. You relaxed, gently running your hand through his hair. It was nice, the slow build of arousal and his obvious enjoyment. When his tongue dipped into you, you gasped before it retreated, slowly working its way further into you with every pass. “Taste so fucking good,” Jake murmured, placing a kiss on your pussy. “Feelin’ okay?” When you hummed, he used his fingers to spread you wider. The sensation was more intense as he continued his lazy exploration.

Your breath caught as he shifted his focus to your clit and eased his middle finger into you. The dual sensation made you roll your hips and fingers tighten in his hair, and you felt him smile. His tongue moved over your clit in a figure-8 motion, and he added a second finger. You could feel his ring bumping against your heated flesh with every stroke. “So tight. Talk to me, baby.”

“Feels good,” you stuttered. When you glanced down, you saw him grinding his hips into the bed, and that sent a shot of arousal down your spine. Grasping his hair, you pulled him closer as you rocked your hips against his face. Jake groaned and redoubled his efforts. You felt a pleasant tightness in your stomach, breath catching when he curled his fingers to pet your g-spot. “Fuck,” you gasped, back bowing off the mattress and finger tugging on his hair when he closed his lips over your clit and sucked hard. Forcing your eyes open, you gazed down the length of your body to watch him, brushing the hair from his face. His hand left your thigh to catch yours, and he lifted his head. His chin glistened as he smiled sweetly and pressed a kiss to your fingertips.

“Play with your tits, darlin’.” Nodding, you reached up to cup your breasts, dragging your fingers along the curves before plucking your nipples. Jake groaned. Your legs started to shake, and you struggled to catch your breath as he sucked on the bundle of nerves again. When he withdrew his fingers, you whined. Jake dipped his thumb into you before rubbing tight circles on your clit as his tongue replaced his fingers. His breath was hot against you as he curled the muscle.

The tension inside you snapped. One of your hands darted to cover your mouth while the other grasped Jake’s hair, tugging as your thighs closed around his head. Your hips jerked, riding his face, his moan vibrating through your sensitive flesh as he tongue fucked you through your orgasm.

Chest heaving, you let your hand fall to the bed as Jake pried your legs apart. After placing a kiss on each thigh, he made sure you were watching as he licked the taste of you from his middle and ring fingers. Smirking, he crawled up your body and kissed you, making sure you tasted yourself. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned. “But next time, I want to hear you.”

“You have neighbors,” you sighed.

“Fuck the neighbors,” he replied. His hips rutted against your core, and you moaned, reaching to cup him. Jake grunted, grinding into your palm. “Can I fuck you?”

“Please.” He kissed your forehead before reaching into his bedside table and grabbing a condom. When he rolled onto his back, you knelt beside him. Dragging a hand down his chest and stomach, you watched the muscles tense under your touch and slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. Jake lifted his hips to help you. You licked your lips as his cock sprang back against his stomach, thick and heavy, precum beading at the tip. Abandoning the briefs on his thighs, you gathered your hair in one hand and leaned down to trace the thick vein with your tongue.

Jake groaned, hand darting out to squeeze your knee. “I’m not gonna last long, darlin’, and I’d rather cum in that tight pussy than your mouth this time.”

“I guess,” you sighed, plucking the condom from his hand and tearing it open as he kicked off his briefs. Taking him in hand, you bent to suck his tip in your mouth as you gave him a few firm strokes.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, hips thrusting shallowly. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, squeezing gently. “Please.” Smiling, you swirled your tongue around his head before dipping your tongue into his slit and pulling away.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed, rolling the condom down his length and letting your fingers glance over his balls. You shrieked with laughter as he flipped you, settling between your legs. “What’s the matter, Hangman? Don’t like being teased?” When he rolled his hips, his dick bumped your sensitive clit, and you gasped, digging your nails into his back.

“After I was so nice to you? Letting you cum on my face? Not very friendly of you.”

“Good thing we’re not friends.”

“Definitely not that,” he agreed, reaching between you to line himself up. Jake rocked back and forth, fucking you with just the tip. His fingers tangled with yours, and he drew your hand over your head, leaning his weight on it before wrapping his left hand around the back of your neck and leaning down. His lips crashed into yours as he thrust into your tight heat, forcing you to take all of him and swallowing your scream as your nails dug into his skin. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he ground his pubic bone into you before withdrawing.

Jake set a brutal pace, the tendons of his neck straining as he fucked you. His breath was ragged in your ear, sweat beading on his forehead. “Wanna hear you, baby.”

You couldn’t hold in the choked moan. “Fuck - Jake!” You threw your head back into the pillows with a groan when he reached between you to stroke your clit, his fingers grasping yours as they pressed you hard into the mattress. Your nails raked into his back.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. Jake grunted when your pussy clamped around him, and he fucked you through your orgasm. He stilled with one final hard thrust, gasping into your neck as he spilled into the condom. Breathing hard, you flexed the hand that still held his while reaching up with your free one to stroke his hair. He lifted his head and brushed his lips over your cheek before meeting your gaze. A tired smile tugged at his lips as he kissed you, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. He was still inside you as he guided your leg over his hip. When he gave a shallow thrust, you whined. “You okay?”

“Sensitive,” you breathed. Smiling, he tucked your hair behind your ear and lightly kissed your nose, continuing his thrusting.

“Think you’ve got one more?” You shook your head, and he stilled. “Maybe next time.” You closed your eyes as he brushed his fingers across your cheek and drifted until you felt him pull out. At your whimper, Jake kissed you. “Gonna clean up and start dinner. You relax.”

“Are you gonna make me remake your bed if I get under the sheets?”

“I’ll let you off easy this time,” he chuckled. “Gonna toss the comforter in the wash, though.” Nodding, you moved just enough to get under the sheets and watched through half-open eyes as Jake walked to the ensuite bathroom.

“Nice ass, Lieutenant." He laughed, pausing to grab his boxers and shorts from the floor. Nuzzling into his pillow, you closed your eyes and listened to him moving around the room. When he tugged the comforter off the bed, you groaned and flipped him off, which made him chuckle. Before going to the kitchen, Jake leaned down to kiss your temple. Knowing that you needed to clean up or risk a UTI, you forced yourself out of bed a few minutes later. Choosing to forgo your bra and underwear, you put on your shorts and Jake’s button-down shirt that fell to your thighs.

When you didn’t find him in the kitchen, you grabbed both of your wine glasses and followed the music. Jake closed the grill lid and turned towards you when you opened the back door, smiling at the sight of you in his clothes. Stepping out onto the patio, you glanced around the fenced-in backyard. He took the wine glass you handed him before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his bare chest. “Good thing you’ve got a fence, or you’d scandalize the neighbors,” you smirked, tracing your fingers down the scratches you’d placed on his back.

“Fuck the neighbors,” he shrugged, resting his chin on the top of your head. He held you until he had to check the steaks. You grabbed his phone from the table and scrolled through his playlists. The song changed, and Jake watched you dance while he cooked. After making sure things weren’t burning, he stepped in front of you and slid his hands into your back pockets, swaying while listening to how Brandy’s eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.

“Jake,” you whispered, flipping back the covers. “I need to go.”

“Stay,” he protested, half asleep as he tugged you closer.

“No sleepovers on work nights.”

“Didn’t agree to that.” His hand slid up your side to cup your breast, running his thumb over your nipple. You bit your lip, pointedly ignoring how his cock was pressing into your ass.

“Too bad. Now be a good boy, and let me go.” He hummed, releasing your breast to trail his fingers toward your core. You caught his hand - you were already going to be sore enough in the morning.

“Fine,” Jake grumbled, releasing you and rolling onto his back. He reached for his phone and blinked at the bright light as he checked the time. “‘S only midnight. Sure you can’t stay longer?”

“I’m sure.” Slipping out of bed, you tugged on your clothes while Jake pulled on his shorts. He took your hand before leaving his bedroom, reluctantly leading you through the dark house to the front door. Once your shoes were on, he followed you to the car and pressed you against the door to give you a lingering goodnight kiss.

Jake squinted as you pulled out of the driveway and turned on your headlights. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him half asleep, barefoot and shirtless, with hair a mess from your hands running through it all night.

‘Home,’ you texted while walking into your apartment. When you got out of the shower, there was a message waiting for you.

‘We’re doing sleepovers on work nights.’

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Author's Note: So this chapter was just supposed to be them flirting and having their first kiss. That... quickly spiraled.

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It is so rare for me to genuinely enjoy the way a cdrama straight romance is being written, so I'm holding onto these two and never letting go - y'all I'm only on episode 9 rn and I'm writing this based on what I've seen of 9 episodes but if Tantai Jin and Ye Xiwu don't get a happy ending I will actually be SO fucking upset.

And I've been sitting here and thinking about why these two hit so different for me, when I've sat through countless other heterosexual cdramas with my mom and have been unable to get invested in any of them (I got invested in danmei shows but never straight romances purely because of the way they were written) and I have a couple reasons. And because this show has eaten my brain I'm gonna talk about it and write a fucking love letter to the one show that has made me FEEL SOMETHING ABOUT THE MAIN COUPLE SINCE FOREVER.

1. This is a legitimate enemies to lovers plotline:

Like I've noticed with cdramas that are not danmei - when they write "enemies to lovers"? It's never legitimately enemies to lovers. Either the reason for being enemies is really shallow and easily solved, or only one side hates the other, or - my least favourite - they start off as genuinely enemies for a legit reason but then the guy falls in love super damn quickly at the first sign of the girl being nice and the rest of the drama is spent with the guy desperately chasing the girl while the girl is ambiguous to him before slowly falling in love. Hah? Ey why did he fall in love so quickly, huh? I thought the reasons he hated her were real and legitimate (I'm looking at you Romance of Tiger and Rose)?

This drama is genuinely attempting an enemies to lovers relationship. Like Ye Xiwu has a super legit reason to despise Tantai Jin and the same vice versa. Ye Xiwu knows Tantai Jin kills all the people she loves in the future - and yet this man is not quite that person yet, hasn't done much wrong at this point. And meanwhile Tantai Jin knows Ye Xiwu as just another one of his abusers, one he's married to - but little does he know that this Ye Xiwu isn't that person anymore. Basically, they have legitimate dislike for each other in the beginning. They don't fall in love at the first sign of the other person being not like they thought they were - as they SHOULDN'T, it wouldn't make sense. Instead they're slowly getting to know each other. And they repeatedly look out for each other in the beginning but it's clear that the motivation is not love. And even as we go, you can see that they're starting to realize that the other person might be someone worth knowing but they still don't TRUST each other. And fuck that slow burn is SO GOOD and is what's missing in so many cdramas. Even when Ye Xiwu makes up that excuse for why she keeps saving Tantai Jin, that she "likes him" - you can see that Tantai Jin is taken aback in a good way but still doesn't trust it. And meanwhile Ye Xiwu is fully aware of her real goal. Like that?? That's my fucking shit. It doesn't make sense for them to trust each other that quickly and the slow development of it is what I live for.

2. Minimal fanservice scenes that make no sense - maximal scenes that progress the relationship.

I'm gonna use the scene in episode 3 as an example - that moment when Ye Xiwu touches the flowers and gets blasted in the face with the powder and Tantai Jin runs forward to steady her. They were standing next to each other, so the show totally could've gotten away with one of them landing on the other, and another fanservice cdrama would have done that and used it as a way for them to wake up in a romantic situation. But no, in this one they someone landed APART despite the fact that one of them had his arms around the other, and the resulting camera shot was sO DAMN COOL. And the moment when Ye Xiwu fell back, it wasn't some dramatic swooning into Tantai Jin's arms. And then they both faceplanted. We love gender equality LMAO. But that's what I'm talking about, this show knows to pick it's moments. It's aware that now is not the time for a scene like that, and the lack of jarring fanservice scenes that don't fit with the vibe and tension of the moment is so refreshing. And the short fanservice romantic moments that do happen?? Goosebumps. Like for example when the flower demon realized Ye Xiwu was trying to rescue Tantai Jin and said "together then" and pulled Ye Xiwu up into the swirling thing - and they were face to face with the soundtrack swelling. Short and sweet, and both of them look suitably surprised - y'all I loved it.

3. The respect this show affords the female characters.

This shouldn't be a rare thing. IT REALLY SHOULDN'T. But the amount of cdramas where the main female lead acts all dumb and cute to endear herself to the "bad boy" male lead, and y'know what I shouldn't say act because half the time the female lead is GENUINELY DUMB - and keeps getting into deep shit so the man has to go rescue her.

Or THE ONE I HATE THE MOST, the main female lead is a competent, intelligent character that's super powerful, and then somehow loses all her braincells and ability the minute she meets the male lead because the plot needs a way for the male lead to repeatedly save her as a romantic trope. The shows that think that they can't write a romance when the female lead is on equal or higher standing then the male lead in terms of skill or intelligence. Leave. Leave immediately.

This show?? Nah. No Ye Xiwu is just as smart as she was at the beginning of the show, and even though her magic is greatly diminished she's still able to strategize and use it effectively. She's a match for Tantai Jin in terms of intelligence and ability and WHY IS THAT SO RARE TO SEE IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR. And just - this is such a small nitpicky detail but the way Ye Xiwu doesn't shy away from nudity or the implication of taking off clothes - WHICH MAKES SENSE CAUSE SHE'S LITERALLY A DEITY like WHY would she be worried about shit like that? The amount of times I've seen female characters who really shouldn't be iffy about nudity shriek and yell when that stuff comes up *screams in frustration*. No but fuck I love Ye Xiwu so much, Tantai Jin went "you wanna search me? Why not get me to take off all my clothes" expecting her to chicken out and this queen looked him dead in the eyeballs and went "do you think that's a hardship" and then sat down on the bed and waited like "bet". AMAZING.

Not only that, the other female characters are afforded a lot of that same respect in the way they're written - the female assistant isn't treated as dumb comedic relief, the kind sister isn't treated as frail even though her initial scenes was about her getting sick from falling in a lake - honestly so far, up to the amount of episodes I've seen there isn't a single female character that's airheaded in that cutesy way I absolutely hate. They're different personalities, different ability levels, different intelligence levels but they're all afforded the same amount of agency as any male character in the show. And fuck, the scene in the flashback with Tantai Jin's mother? First off, I'm weary anytime they touch on tribal stuff in cdramas because sometimes it's some racist bullshit about them being brutes blah blah blah, but while I don't know if this show was accurate in the clothing or demeanor, they depict them in a very positive way - two, there's something so powerful and freeing about seeing her stride down that aisle on her own, head held high, raising her arms up to greet the emperor. They're meeting on equal terms. It was beautifully done. Basically I'm in love with the way they wrote these female characters.

4. The romantic tropes that do occur don't shove gender roles down my throat.

I feel like this is self explanatory, but one thing I've noticed is that cdrama romantic tropes seem to enforce gender roles, to the point where it no longer makes sense in the plot. Like oh this girl is super powerful? Irrelevant she still has to swoon into the man's arms. Man is the breadwinner, is the protective one, the one who gets jealous. Woman is the mediator, is the kind one, the one to be admired for beauty. I am tired. I'm BORED actually? Like I have nothing against people liking those tropes because yeah, they exist for a reason people obviously like them and it's so valid. It's not like I don't get the appeal of swooning into your partners arms. But if it's the ONLY THING you ever see? If the tropes start piling up so that the female character can only ever be soft and feminine and the male character can only ever be strong and masculine, I stop seeing them as individuals, as characters. They're now a caricature of what society thinks men and women should be. They stop having a face. And once they cease being individual characters in my mind, I lose interest.

I like the way this show handles the romantic tropes, because at the beginning it really doesn't make sense for Ye Xiwu to need saving - she's in a safe home and she has more power then Tantai Jin in terms of social standing - and even if she did need saving Tantai Jin for sure wouldn't do it LMAO AS WE SEE WITH THE LAKE THING PFFT 🤣🤣

No but because it doesn't make sense for plot - Tantai Jin is the one being repeatedly rescued even though it's not a role the male lead usually takes in these tropes. And Ye Xiwu does it in a very "swooping in like a cool male lead" type of way. Like when she shoved her brother back after he slashed Tantai Jin's robes? Damn. I'm so gay wtf. Also buying new robes for Tantai Jin *cough* sugar daddy *cough*.

And meanwhile Tantai Jin is allowed to be withdrawn and soft and quiet and still vicious and super competent but in a sassy, bitchy way. My god I love him. He's my babygirl. His little smirk after he roasts someone. I'm so bisexual actually, fuck. Both of them can just step on me But basically neither of them are 100% one or the other - not 100% masculine or feminine gender roles, it's a changing dynamic and it makes them seem like real people.

????. What number is this??? Uh

5. I think. I'm not gonna scroll up. Anyways um.

The SHOTS. The SOUNDTRACK. The CINEMATOGRAPHY.

Beyond the fact that the CGI in this show actually looks passable cause i'm sure they had a bigger budget then some danmei shows i've seen, but HOW did they inject so much bittersweet nostalgia and loss into the flashback wedding scene? That moment when Ye Xiwu runs for Tantai Jin with a sword in hand to kill the birds, her robes flowing out behind her? The demon's garden??? Tantai Jin's bitchy glittery sparkly murder hanfu??? The winter scenery, the winter cloaks, i'm just. THE HIGH PONYTAILS. MAN ARE THEY INCONVENIENT WHEN THEY SWISH AROUND BUT I STILL LOVE THEM.

Also Ye Xiwu's headdress is beautiful and fully INDESTRUCTIBLE 🤣🤣 and I love it.

I, no joke, rewatched that flashback wedding scene no less then seven times, cause I just find it that well done.

Anyways I don't have much to say here everything is just gorgeous.

6. NO FUCKING LOVE TRIANGLES (SO FAR)

Let's hope it stays that way. That is all

This is getting way too long so Imma end it here. Thanks for reading!

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DON’T KEEP ME WAITING.

hello my dear @mccall-muffin !! I was your Secret Santa :) Have this Malarkey fic with some small hurt/comfort & unconditional love xx

PAIRING: Malarkey x Reader

GENRE: Fluff, angst if you squint

SUMMARY: He’s not the same after Bastogne and he knows it — you know it too, even if he didn’t realize it.

He always thought hell was meant to be this fiery pit millions of miles down. That’s what his mother taught him, anyway. But after Bastogne, Don figures he’d take the fiery pit over a frozen shell-ridden wasteland any day. He’d nearly shot himself in the foot just to catch a break.

He hadn’t, though, and sometimes that small victory was one of the few things he had to fall back on.

He still wasn’t sure if getting out of the patrol was a proper victory or not yet.

Of course, part of him was grateful to be out of it. He rarely got to sit anything out, ever. He’d been on the frontline of every single Operation since Normandy and he never complained, never made a stink about it. He kept moving because there was a job to do, and there were people counting on him. Buck, Guarnere, Toye, Penkala, Skip, you.

It was almost insane how that list became shorter and shorter with their time in Bastogne. But he quickly learned that war was insane — just as much as he was for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane nearly a year ago.

He stares at the battered wall across from his bunk, fists clenching and unclenching meticulously. You weren’t on the patrol either, and for that he was thankful. More than thankful, actually. He’d already said goodbye to too many people — some without them ever hearing it. The thought of potentially losing you? Over a prisoner snatch no less? That might be enough for Don to actually shoot himself in the foot.

Which was probably a little selfish, given that this entire time, you’ve been so graciously holding out a hand for him to take and he’s been expertly avoiding it. And he knows he shouldn’t — because you’d sit and you’d listen and maybe things would be lifted off of his shoulders, if only for a couple moments. But then where would they go? Straight onto your shoulders — and he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience.

“Don!”

He snaps his gaze, looks towards the door. Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. You stand there in the doorway, brows furrowed and worry evident on your features.

He watches as your lips pull into a frown and your brows furrow. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” Don shakes his head, picking at the skin of his fingers as he turns to look at you.

“Spaced out. Sorry about that,” he mutters. You reach out and take one of his hands, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze. He cracks a smile at that. At any moment he could be blown up or shot or meet his demise in a number of ways — and here you were, worrying about his fingers. “Run it by me again?”

“Winters is letting Jones go on the patrol. Vest, too,” for a moment, a wave of dread washes over him, but as if sensing it, you continue. “Martin’s leading the patrol, not Jones,” And as quickly as that dread arrived, it dissipates with your words, and Don can’t help but crack a smile at that. You haven’t let go of his hand yet. “...I think that’s the most I’ve seen you smile in the past three weeks.”

“Really? I’ve uh… I’ve smiled plenty.”

“Mm. No, not like this,” You bump your shoulder with his, he sways a little bit in response, and the small chuckle you let out makes him smile a little wider. “You don’t look like you’re about to puke into your helmet or anything. And you’re not being short for once.”

He doesn’t miss the sincerity in your tone, the way your fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. He’s been tethered to you for a while now — but something about the action feels… more tangible this way. He’d wanted to stick by your side for a while now. This felt like you granting permission for him to do so. But he doesn’t say that.

“You noticed all that? I didn’t…”

“Realize? I didn’t think you did,” He tracks your gaze as it shifts towards the window, covered in dust from the artillery that shakes Hageneu during the day, before it goes back to his face. “The rest of us did though. The guys didn’t… know what to do. I just figured it’d be best to wait until you came back or let me in or…”

You trail off and Don finds some type of courage to shift the hold so he’s properly lacing your fingers with his own. Your hands are warm and rough like his, the scars are similar but not exact, like the wear and tear on your ODs, the tired look in your eye. Cut from similar cloth, but not the exact same — and maybe he feels a little silly for not acknowledging that no matter how hard he tried, his burdens would always be yours.

That’s been your way since Toccoa and he doesn’t know when he forgot that, when he tricked himself into thinking that would somehow change now, when you knew that he would probably need it most.

“Must think I’m pretty rude, keeping a lady waiting, huh?”

“The absolute rudest, just what would your mother say?” At that, he chuckles, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, looking down at how neatly they’re intertwined. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Smack me upside the head with the morning paper, and push me to take you out to dinner to make up for it,” and then, looking up at you, “But hot broth and spuds aren’t much of a dinner, so we might have to take a rain check on that one.”

You laugh and his heart does a flip at the sound. He could stay here all day, if given the chance — sitting on this paper thin mattress and looking at you like he’s back in Oregon sitting with a girl on the bleachers at a football game. All he can do is stare, smiling in a way that he knows is likely silly-looking, clinging to that sound. You settle for a moment, shaking your head, the smile ever present.

“Careful, I might actually take you up on it.” You state, looking at him. For a moment, Don bites his lip. And maybe it’s that he no longer reeks of artillery fire because of the shower, or maybe it’s the relief that he isn’t going on the patrol. Maybe it’s because if Toye and Guarnere and Muck were here, they’d be egging him on and telling him to open his mouth.

“Don’t think that’d be such a bad thing. A… A date, when we’re stateside. I know a pretty good restaurant.” He can feel his cheeks flush as he says it, but you don’t react to what he says for a moment, until you raise a brow at him.

“Are you asking me to go home with you, Don?” He doesn’t say anything, but he nods his head. You let out a sharp exhale through the nose, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Alright then, pick me up at seven and don’t leave me waiting.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but… in the meantime…” he finds himself leaning towards you — and maybe it’s his own impulse, but he presses his lips to yours in a firm kiss, his hand squeezing yours. And when you kiss him back with that same certainty, all he can do is smile and pull you in closer.

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drstonetrivia · 11 months

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Chapter 192 Trivia

Not much this chapter, since it's basically hot potato again with just as much gunfire.

Check out those wisps! I don't think we've seen them before, and there's a tiny line going straight down the middle (Whyman's command, perhaps?)

The lake shown here appears to be Pyramid Lake, which is around 200-250 km away from the Sacramento marker on the map.

I got really excited here that they'd confirm my calculations from last week, but Senku decided it wasn't the right time for math. (It's always the right time for math.)

In half a page, all the predictions I'd heard over the last couple weeks were dismissed. Oh well.

Interestingly, Senku confirms that the bigger the blast radius, the faster the wave is rather than anything to do with the battery!

Chrome doesn't even change pose here (note the position of his finger), so this happened super fast. That's also at least one bottle of revival fluid spilt all over the floor near Senku, so I wonder if that'll affect the speed of his revival (or stop it in its tracks?)

This is the point when the Americans first see the beam: start the timer for 56 seconds!

This is the first time we see Leonard holding a gun. I don't think he's normally a fighter at all, since he's never been shown during any of the other fights and didn't defend against Kohaku's attack on the phone.

Check out Ukyo's arrow! That's definitely used for cutting rather than piercing, and because it's flat like a razor, it was probably easier to sharpen. Historically, true rope-cutting arrows tend to be more crescent-shaped. Also don't look too hard at the angle Ukyo fired from…

I have no idea what this beep sound effect is. Either Ukyo has a receiver of some sort on him and in a single beep he established that the KoS lost their revival fluid, or he simply heard a bottle shatter between all the gunfire and realised they lost the bottle, the beep being irrelevant.

Xeno sure escaped fast! He was tied up and in the middle of the fort the last time we saw him.

I also thought it had only been around 60-80 days since Xeno got taken, as it happened at the end of November/early December and now it’s about mid-February (both estimates), so I guess I was slightly off about that! (Unless Xeno is rounding up a lot ~for the drama~)

Suika needs a new melon. She got shot in the "head", and by the looks of things her lenses are cracked. Hopefully when she revives she'll still be able to use them! (Glass can last a really long time.)

She also lost all her leaves, I wonder if she switches them out regularly?

Stanley, reunited with Xeno, no longer cares about counting bullets or accuracy judging by the lack of circles in his muzzle flash.

Another point about Stanley: he's been sitting with an unlit cigarette in his mouth until Xeno appears, immediately after which he attempts to light it but stops since they discover Suika missing.

Remember this tower has mics set up all over the fort: technically any sound too close to one of the mics will be received by the tower... I don't know how none of these explosions haven't affected this setup yet, if they're planning on using noises like lightning or animals.

It's possible even Stanley himself might activate it by shooting towards the tower before the beam hits, check out all those microphone cables!

Speaking of Stanley, what happened to this trio? They've just disappeared-- did Stanley shoot them?

How a girl who can't see her own feet and needs to feel around the floor to get herself into position is going to save everyone I'm not sure, but I do know Suika is one capable gal.

Also we have a callback to her introduction way back in chapter 20, which just breaks my heart in this context.

This is also the 5th time Ryusui's gotten petrified, so I hope he's having a good time.

I've got no predictions for next chapter because anything can happen at this point, but I do wonder if that single medusa will manage to envelop the whole world, or if the battery will die first. 🤔

#dr stone #192 #trivia #chapters #all my favorite bits of trivia from here ended up in the second half somehow...#stanley snyder

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heyy what are your thoughts on Mike's monologue? Do you think he was being honest or it was a half truth or something? I'm really curious abt what you think bc honestly I'm not sure myself

this might be long i havent dove into this scene in a while.

the short answer is i think it was a mix of some sad truths disguised as romance, things he believes she wants to hear (but is completely wrong), and just straight up lies. but the biggest thing is that what he thought she wanted to hear was what will told him in the van, unaware that those were wills feelings not els.

but before i even talk about it lets just LOOK at the scene. this is what every other romantic scene in the show has looked like:

and this was allegedly mike and el’s “most romantic scene”.

they are not happy here. this was right before mike said he loves her and right after. one of the biggest differences in this scene compared to the other ships is the fact that both of them we’re forced into this conversation. mike was NOT going to say any of this. will had to push him to continue. meanwhile el is physically restrained from responding to him. she was forced to listen to him and mike felt like he was forced to say it.

anyways now im gonna analyze the actual content of the monologue:

sad truths disguised as romance:

“i dont know how to live without you”

i think this is true and it could be a romantic line but it could also be really sad. it reminds me of when finn (or millie i dont remember) said that they were like a married couple with no option of divorce. i think what mike really meant by this is that hes scared to confront who he really is without el. he actually already did confront this version of himself after she and will moved. i think when he was without either of them he realized his true feelings and hated it and he just wants to go back to who he was before he figured it out.

“i feel like my life started that day i found you in the woods”

im not as confident in this one but it could honestly be extremely sad when looked at from a different lens. it was the first night after will went missing. it was the first time things in his life got weird and unexplainable. losing will and finding el is what led to all the supernatural trauma theyve been through. i dont think mike associates el with trauma but that night in the woods did change all of their lives forever and nothing has been normal since that night. when mike told will asking him to be his friend was the best thing hes ever done, thats said in a way that could not be interpreted any other way, especially not in any negative way. this can. (that being said im not negating how much mike genuinely does care about her and im not saying he wishes he never found her or anything like that).

then it gets so complicated because the only way mike knew how to reach her was through everything will said to him in the van, not knowing that everything will said was referring to HIS feelings, not els.

what mike thinks she wants to hear (based on what will said):

mike tells el “im afraid that one day you wont need me anymore” directly referring to when will told him that she (he) will always need him and then we see this shot.

a lot of people interpret this clip as will just being sad that mike loves her but i think here he might actually be realizing that mikes using his own feelings unknowingly to reach her and he feels guilty about it.

will also told mike that “you make her feel like shes not a mistake at all, like shes better for being different and that gives her the courage to fight on” which actually is not the case for el AT ALL. that was the entire reason for their fight in volume one. el told him “i am different i do not belong” and that he thinks shes a monster and thats why she doesnt love him. she doesnt wanna be loved for being different. but will made mike think she does. these are els reactions to when he brings up her powers:

“youre my superhero”

“you can move mountains, you can fly”

during the whole monologue shes crying but both times he brings up her powers she stops and just looks mad. she looks like she just realized something and shes not happy about it.

i think will completely unintentionally made mlvn so much worse with his veiled confession in the van.

just straight up lies:

“and i knew right then and there that i loved you” (referring to the very first moment he saw her in the woods.)

this is the biggest lie of the whole monologue and i dont always like to bring in social media and marketing to my analyses but when i watched this for the first time, the SECOND he said this i immediately thought of this tweet:

we also have proof in the show itself that he didnt feel this way. he brings her home because he just found a lost girl in the woods in the pouring rain. and then he and lucas and dustin immediately come up with a plan on how to get her back to wherever she came from so that the next day they can go back outside and find will.

“i love you on your bad days”

immediately debunked. mikes a fucking BITCH on her bad days. even will thinks so.

“i love you for exactly who you are”

he doesnt even talk about who she is??? at the beginning of the season we had that whole scene of nancy and jonathan talking about all the reasons they love each other and what does mike love about el? that shes a superhero?

and THEN after the monologue is over its not even mike who gives her the courage to fight on! ITS MAX!!! el doesnt have the power to move the vines until she sees max in trouble. and then later when shes reviving her and theres flashbacks of their moments together, specifically when she says “theres more to life than stupid boys” and “not hopper, not mike, you.” thats huge.

continuing with post-monologue volume 2, its so beyond weird that we dont see el speak a WORD to him after this enter speech. not even just after that speech, after she almost died.

if mlvn was meant to be why didnt they have a moment like this after she woke up? we dont even see her wake up. we dont even see them for two days!!!!

anyways that was a lot. i hope it all made sense. i think the purpose of the whole monologue was to show that even after mike says what she wanted to hear, shes still not happy with him. shes realized that that she is her own person and her own superhero. the duffers just made it excruciatingly complicated and i hope they do a good job explaining this scene in s5.

#byler #writing this felt like i was writing a whole ass APA format paper #stills #eden answers

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kramaku · 11 months

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A little "my opinion on Izuocha" rent

It's originally, at its core, not a bad ship. Pretty cute, even.

So it's hard to explain why i dislike Izuocha as a bkdk skipper bc people automatically assume im just hating on a straight couple or that I'm misogynistic.

I literally hated katsuki and shipped izuocha the first 3 seasons. They were so cute. But I kept being disappointed. It's entirely one sided.

Horikoshi said on multiple occasions that he reads romance a lot. And he's very good at writing characters and psychology. He knows how to write romance. Yet here he is, writing a superhero comic but never gave us a scene where Izuku risks his life for her? Never protects her? Every single time there's a villain attack and Horikoshi has the perfect set up to write a very romantic scene, he immediately SEPARATES THEM. USJ attack? He was with Tsuyu and Mineta. At the training camp? He fought alone. And when he joins Ochaco's group? He leaves her 5 minutes later. Katsuki rescue mission? Could've have Ochaco coming too in order to prevent Izuku from doing something too risky (like Iida did) it would've been cute. But no she wasn't there either.

We got a lil romance moment between them at the provisional licence exam but IT WAS FREAKING TOGA THE DISAPPOINTMENT.

Besides, when Ochaco (so actually Toga...) fell down, he didn't have that "I want to protect the girl im in love with" moment, no he had a moment where he thought about his regrets and past mistakes that caused Kacchan and All Might prejudice.

The whole chisaki arc? Oh. Surprise. It's also one sided. Ochaco only comes towards the end, terrified at Nighteye's vision of Izuku's death. Nothing from Izuku again. Season 5 Uraraka saves Izuku from blackwhip going out of control with Shinso. The war? Oh a war! What a good way to bring in scenes of them sacrificing for each other- well no they separate AGAIN at the very BEGINNING and it's Katsuki's redemption being upfront.

Then the vigilante arc... Izuku talked about wanting to protect the smiles of his family and classmates but never Ochaco in particular... it would've nice to have her on a panel alone at that moment but no...

All those missed opportunities just gave me so much frustration and disappointment that I don't ship them anymore. I absolutely love Izuku with all my heart he's my favorite character but Ochaco deserves someone who looks at her the same way she looks at them. And it's not Izuku.

So sorry but I'm tired of the typical Shounen (male) main character totally ignoring the girl who's in love with him the entire series meanwhile she can't be more devoted to him but suddenly at the last chapter they're married. Like seriously ? Its just bad writing to me.

But a lot of people still believe it's a very good ship because there's "moments". Like when Izuku blushes around her... 90% of the time it's because she's in his personal space, very close and it's making him a lil embarrassed. Things like that.

There's their conversation after Ochaco's speech at UA where he thanks her. He compliments her hair style and other things out of nowhere it was I think the only time of the series my Izuocha heart felt a little satisfaction. It was adorable. But then they talked about wanting to save villains so it stopped there.

At the final war, last opportunity for Horikoshi to finally do something with that supposed to be canon ship, we get Katsuki thinking of his idol All Might, his dreams to be a hero and his childhood with Izuku as his dying thoughts, we get Izuku going feral seeing his corpse but for Ochaco we get... that

On the 393th chapter, the last one that was released (small spoiler) we can see Ochaco thinking of Izuku. It's again one sided, Izuku isn't even looking at her

but ive seen a lot of people saying this is Horikoshi "putting it all together and making the ship canon" and... I don't think so...? This is just yet another shot of Ochaco being in love, one amongst idk many others since the beginning of the manga it's not new at all..

Now give me a shot of Izuku thinking of OCHACO when he speaks about love. Then I'll start thinking it's maybe reciprocated. Now? Absolutely not.

I send absolutely no hate to Izuochas, if you ship them no problem but I just wanted by this post to explain why me and so many other people don't want them to end up together. It's not idk... Gay ship obsession or misogyny (even if Ochaco does receives a lot of undeserved hate for these reasons...). There's just nothing interesting to the ship to me.

It's one sided. It's... boring. Just boring.

Now I know bkdk won't be canon because well.. homophobia is a thing and it's a Shonen so I'm not dreaming much but I dont want Izuocha to end up together. Not with their current dynamic at least.

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elizabethblake · 1 year

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Please - Joel Miller

one shot - joel miller x oc (diana)

summary: Joel and Diana haven’t seen each other in a while, and the last time they did things didn’t blow over so well. maybe this time will be better? or maybe it won’t, but considering the circumstances of the reason they are meeting again, things definitely won’t go the way either of them want to.

warnings: 18+

word count: 2527

“What Happened?” Joel asked, turning Tess’ cheek as he inspected the bruise on her eye.

“Got jumped by a couple of teenagers. Said some shit that I probably shouldn’t have.” She answered, and Joel angrily stood and walked into the kitchen.

“Come on, you know these guys were born after the outbreak. Never learned how to argue, they just start swingin’.” She said.

“Robert was the one who got me, kept me there.” She added.

“Piece of shit.” Joel muttered.

“Somethin’ real interestin’ he said though. Diana was there, in the facility.” She said.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin me.” He seethed.

“Joel, you know she went with FEDRA. You have no idea who they turned her into. She could be miles away from the person we knew.” She said.

“Where was this?” He asked.

“It blew up, chances are she left just like the rest of them.” She said.

“Where.” He said.

“Two places down past the jewelers.” She said and he got up to leave.

“Joel, don’t do anything stupid.” She said.

Joel made his way to the building and knocked on the front door once he got there.

“Can I help y-” Diana said but stopped mid sentence when she met his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I could ask you the same question.” He asked.

“You know why I’m here Joel.” She said before trying to close the door, but he slipped his hand over to stop it before it could. She only scoffed.

“You’re unbelievable.” She said as she walked inside and he followed, shutting the door after him.

“No, what’s unbelievable is you turning your back on the only people you could trust to go and join some freak government organization.” He snapped.

“You know what Joel. I’m not going to have this argument with you.” She said.

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He asked.

“No, because I’m tired of living in the past.” She snapped.

“Did you know Robert took Tess today? Beat her in real good.” He said, her heart stopped.

“What?” She asked.

“Yeah, covered in marks on her face. Why don’t you let your boy know that when I see h-

“He’s dead.” She interrupted.

“He is?” He asked.

“Yeah the place was bombed. He’s dead.” She said before walking over to grab a bag off of a table.

“So, you and Tess been doing bad things in the city?” She asked, he didn’t answer.

“I hear people talk Joel. You’ve been stirrin’ the pot. Causing trouble.” She said.

“Nothin’ more than you’ve done sweetheart.” He said.

“I hate you.” She said.

“I know.” He said bluntly.

“They make you queen of the house here?” He asked.

“No. I clean up their messes and do their dirty work for them.” She said.

“So you’re their bitch?” He asked, glancing around. She stopped and snapped her head towards him.

“Sorry.” He apologized for his crass remark.

“You’re still as mean as the day I left.” She said.

“I was never mean. Not to you.” He said.

“What do you want Joel.” She asked.

“Just came to set things straight about Tess.” He said.

“Diana. Come back.” He added.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because Tess, she misses you.” He said.

“Then tell her to come down and tell me herself.” She snapped.

“You know, I always thought things were end with us because of the apocalypse and the mere terrible existence of the world. But I’ve realized over the time we haven’t been together, that it was really because of you. Because you couldn’t handle anyone else in your life because you’re too fucked up in the head because of everything that has happened.” She said.

“That’s not fair.” He said.

“None of this is fair Joel. I was 9 when this happened. 9. We’ve all lost someone, we’ve all had to clean up after everything and reset our lives in a direction worth going. We have all had to find a new way to survive and make new connections. I tried with you, over and over and over again. But the truth is. You don’t want anyone in your life, you won’t give anyone the chance to stay. And for me. I wanted something more, I wanted a connection with someone, and if it wasn’t what I was going to get I needed to find it somewhere else.” She said.

“I needed a friend, I needed a family. I didn’t want to be alone, but you basically kicked me to the curb when you realized you couldn’t handle it. So I’m sorry if I found people who could and would include me and keep me safe.” She added.

“I didn’t kick you to the curb.” He mumbled.

“What?” She asked.

“I said, I didn’t kick you to the curb. I loved you.” He snapped.

“Loved me? No. You used me.” She said.

“You used me and then you got scared so you made up some lame excuse and pushed me away.” She said.

“I’m sorry you felt that way.” He said.

“Yeah, well sorry’s not gonna cut it this time.” She said before turning to walk away, but he latched his hand onto her wrist.

“Let go of me.” She snapped.

“You think it didn’t hurt when I found out you ran to FEDRA the minute you got your feelings hurt. You couldn’t handle the big girl feelings that were being thrown into your lap so you ran away from them.” She snapped.

“Fuck You.” She snapped and yanked her arm away from his grasp.

“No, fuck you.” He said.

“Fuck you for leaving, fuck you for being a traitor and running to the people who hunt us down, fuck you for making me fall in love with you and then ripping it all away from me when you left. So yeah Diana. Fuck you.” He snapped.

“Really? It’s all my fault, I’m the one who left you, I’m the one who hurt you?” She chuckled.

“Wow. Wow, you really are a conceited asshole.” She laughed.

“And you’re just an immature little girl.” He said.

“Yeah, then that makes me an immature little girl that you wanna fuck.” She said, making his jaw clench.

“See, you can’t even deny it.” She said, taking a step closer to him. Flicking her eyes between his eyes and mouth.

“And you know what the worst part is, you enjoy knowing that I’ll come crawling back into your bed if you ask me to.” She said in a soft, and that must have sent him over the edge because before she knew it he was leaning in and stealing a kiss from her.

His hands found their way to her back as they rested just above her ass. He leaned further into the kiss and her hands found their way into his hair, she backed up until her back hit the table.

“Fuck.” She muttered, allowing his lips to leave hers and trail down her jaw and neck.

Her hand trailed down his neck and to the front of his chest, slipping her hand under his shirt and pulling it over his head. But when he went back in for a kiss, she pulled back.

“What?” He asked.

“I’ve just always liked this part of our arguments.” She said, he then started to kiss her again.

His hands traveled to the waistband of her jeans and unzipped them before sliding his hand into her panties. A low exhale escaped her mouth as his lips kissed her neck while his fingers worked in her pants. Her hands slid up his shirt, coaxing his hand from her pants and pulling it over his head and throwing it to the ground.

His hands worked her jeans down and over her ass and they fell to the floor. She lifted herself to sit on the table and he spread her legs before stepping in between them. Her hands found their way to his belt and she undid the buckle. He pulled away from the kiss before she could continue.

“How do you want it.” He asked, his hand sliding its way down her side and towards her pelvis.

“From the front, I want to watch you while fuck me.” She said as she pulled his pants down, followed by his boxers.

He looped his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them down and tossed them to the ground. He lined himself up with her before thrusting into her , his pelvis making contact with hers. They both let a groan out at the impact, and he continued his rhythm of pounding into her, gaining more speed and hitting harder with each thrust as he went.

Her nails dug into his back as she was being pounded into the table, the cold of the metal was counteracting the pain of it digging into her back. The pain from the table bled into the pain from how big he was and how hard he was going, everything became one in that moment. She wasn’t even sure if there was space between their bodies.

His hands found their way to her chest and his circled his hands around her breasts and squeezed them, his lips trailed across her neck leaving sloppy kisses and most like leaving a mark.

“Joel.” She moaned softly.

“Say it again.” He whispered in her ear.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He added.

“Joel, you feel so good. God.” She moaned in his ear and she felt him twitch inside of her and his thrusts became more sporadic and harder he started pounded into her at a speed that was almost unfamiliar.

“Sometimes I think you used to pick fights just because you knew the anger sex was better than regular sex.” He grunted as he continued his pace.

“Maybe I just like this side of you more.” She said, and he slid his hand around her throat.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said in her ear, followed by a small moan. Then all of a sudden the knot in her stomach starting building up rather quickly and things got very tight.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Please.” She moaned as she gripped onto his shoulder, nails digging in making crescent shapes on his skin.

Then the knot unraveled and she felt her release trickle down, but his thrust continued all the same. She started digging her nails into him deeper than before and his grip on her waist tightened as his thrust hit so deep and then stopped. He pulled out before finishing all over the table. She seemed a little disappointed to him and her hair was sticking to her neck and face.

“I’m sorry darlin’ you know we can’t do that anymore.” He said before placing a kiss on her lips and then her chin.

“I know, I just didn’t want it to end.” She said, leaning back on her hands.

“Me either darlin’“ He said, before reaching down to pull his pants up.

“Want a shower?” She asked.

“Y’all got hot water here right?” He asked.

“Yeah. We do.” She said.

“Then Hell Yeah.” He said and the two of them made their way to the bathroom and she started the shower.

Once they were in, the water started steaming and the hot water began to make the claw marks on his back sting slightly, and it made her relax into him when their bodies touched.

“What happened here?” He asked, tracing a finger down the back of her shoulder where a long thick scar was, it was a newer one as it was still pinkish.

“Went down to Grady street, looking for supplies after a tip off, clicker caught me off guard, fell back into a glass cabinet and sliced open my shoulder. It hurt like a bitch I’ll tell you that.” Diana said.

“Whoever sewed you up did a damn awful job of it.” He said, and she turned to shoot him what seemed like a glare.

“Damn, can’t even stitch you up. Make you do it on your own.” He said, before placing a kiss over top of it and trailing it to your neck.

“You have a few new scares yourself. Ones I didn’t see the last time I saw you naked.” She said with a smirk.

Once they were done in the shower, they got dressed and Diana offered him a new set of clothes from the bins of extra clothes. After getting dressed Joel made his way over to where Diana was.

“So, have you thought about what I offered? Ya know, you comin back?” He asked.

“Joel you know I can’t.” She said.

“Diana, why do you want to stay here and work for them?” He asked.

“I just. I don’t trust myself and who I am around you Joel. You make me unfocused.” She said.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking his head.

“No I know what you meant Joel. I left you because I wasn’t focused, I was risking my life as well as yours and Tess’. I just couldn’t stay anymore.

“I was in love with you Joel, and every day that I knew you didn’t feel the same way, everyday that I wanted to just tell you how I felt, was a day that I was off track and wasn’t myself. And I so desperately wanted to be myself and feel the way I wanted to feel. So I left.” She said.

“You could have said something Diana.” He said.

“And humiliated myself, caused a riff in the group and make things awkward? I think I’m glad I passed.” She said.

“I would have told you how I felt Diana. You didn’t have to keep it to yourself, we could have avoided all of this.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She seethed.

“We just had this conversation, you couldn’t handle it. God Joel.” She snapped.

“You can come back Diana. Please, you’ll get hurt or worse if you stay here with these people.” He said.

“Joel I-

“I love you. Okay.” He cut her off.

“J-Joel.” She said.

“Diana please.” He said.

“Fine.” She said with a sigh.

“But things are not gonna be the same as the way they were. I am not scouting at night, that shit is not gonna fly with me again.” She said.

“Fine.” He said, gathering his things.

“And I have a connection, this guy named Marcus its where we get our food from the smugglers. I’m not going back to that nasty jerky shit you and Tess eat.” She added.

“Okay, while you’re at it, make a notarized list of everything else you want changed.” He said as he opened the back door.

“Asshole.” She laughed before seeing a hint of a smile on his face.

“But Joel.” She said.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I love you too.” She said, and the smile remained on his face a little longer.

Things were going to be different than they were before but that was everything she could hope for, as long as Joel was still in her life.

#joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut

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