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scattered-winter · 9 months

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wait hang on who are the hot gay boys in that gif set you reblogged

HGLHSIERGLSJDGALKSHGLK i was gonna put the [do you have any idea how little that narrows it down] meme but im pretty sure u mean this one <3 and in any case i will always be down to ramble about the Sillies(tm)

ok so those guys in particular are from the fox procedural called 9-1-1 Lone Star, which is a spinoff of the original 9-1-1 (which just got moved to abc after some Drama that went down so my tag for it is 911 (not fox) lmaoo). but both shows are about first responders (firefighters, paramedics, dispatchers, police) with a particular focus on firefighters. 9-1-1 (the og) is set in LA, and primarily focuses on the 118 firehouse and the firefighters/paramedics there with some other characters in the main cast who work as dispatchers/police officers (the police storylines are more often than not FULL of copaganda which sucks but the main focus is on the firefighters so i'm able to enjoy the rest of the show). 9-1-1 Lone Star is pretty much the same except it's set in austin texas, and is about the 126 firehouse. there are onscreen queer characters in both (in the og there's a married lesbian couple raising a kid, and in lone star there's the aforementioned hot gay boys [one of whom is unfortunately a cop but i swear to GOD i will get him out of there. one day.] and in lone star there's also a trans man and wlw woman in the main cast.) and my favorite thing about these shows is the found family !!! like these are the shows that have endeared firefighter aus to me because they live together and eat meals together and just. the familial/platonic love is So Powerful and it legiterally makes me cry to watch. like there's romance ofc but genuinely it's one of my favorite found family medias to ever exist. its So.

of the two the og is my favorite for a LOT of reasons, but they're both pretty enjoyable !! lone star definitely has more of a comedic tone than og (theyre BOTH funny but lone star doesn't have as many somber intense moments as og does, and they're much more spread out so there's a lot more room for goofy shenanigans. but og still definitely has plenty of those) and the team dynamics in them both are just...ughhh <3333

HOWEVER. lone star has ..... Him...(derogatory)...he's the fire captain and (despite lone star SUPPOSEDLY being an ensemble show with no Main Character) is in fact. the Main Character. and he's the blandest most obnoxious crustiest white man to ever LIVE. he gets most of the storylines and he's constantly propped up by the writing as The Coolest Guy Ever when he's just . not . i hate him so much it's unreal it's soo so unreal (<- biting the bars of my cage) BUT the rest of the team ??? absolutely love them. like i DO love lone star a lot its a great show with great characters and dynamics but it just has. the most annoying guy to ever live front and center when ITS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ENSEMBLE SHOW FEATURING EVERYONE EQUALLY. grr. anyway. og does a much better job of being an ensemble show, and i could not choose a favorite character of the main cast if you held me at gunpoint. angela bassett is there. i am gay. jennifer love hewitt is there. i am very gay. etcetera.

AND SINCE YOU ASKED SPECIFICALLY ABOUT THE LONE STAR GAYS ILL TELL YOU A BIT ABOUT THEM

so one of them is tk strand (firefighter/paramedic, also the son of the Main Character (derogatory). i have many many many thoughts about that. i would probably get gunned down in this fandom if i ever said them aloud.) and the other one is carlos reyes (a private detective TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE but unfortunately fox is full of cowards who refuse to see the truth. they wanna have a gay cop in their show sooo bad </3) and they're kind of the main romance of the show (there Are others ofc but theyre like. The Focus. which is fine ig but i do wish there was more focus on other relationships because in general lone star isnt as good as the ensemble thing as og. but i already complained about that so i digress.)

now they're a fun pair because one of them has been shot, frozen almost to death, and otherwise put into a coma on MULTIPLE occasions. and it's not the guy whose entire job is to get shot at. (the whump in both of these shows.....................absolutely effervescent. im thriving here.) and they have a very fascinating relationship because their personalities fit together really well but they have different ways of coping with shit that kind of tear each other apart a little bit. which is of course terrible for them but incredible for me. and the writing is at times ridiculous. soap opera-esque, even. they're ridiculous. i adore them. they cannot catch a god damn break and i love that for them even more. <3

#I DO LOVE BOTH SHOWS A LOT I PROMISE I JUST HATE OWEN </3 #would recommend watching og first just because its my fav of the two. of course u do not have to but i would be over the moon if u did #but there's no pressure ofc ofc im just happy to ramble about the Show Ever #there IS a crossover episode where the two stations meet because the 118 (la) are called in to help with a big wildfire in texas #with a bunch of other firefighters in the region #its my beloved episode of all time. for fucking real.#franke 🔪#911 abc #911 lone star #also literally ANYONE you ask will say that the og also has a gay couple in the main cast (buddie) but. its a very popular ship #that is of yet not canon. and oh my god. do i have some complicated feelings about buddie. hoooo boy.#(i Do love their relationship and i Do think they work well together and i Do think it could be compelling for it to happen but. But.#the levels of brainrot (derogatory) that i have seen in this fandom over those two...absolutely fucking bonkers.#its a minefield out there. im being so fr u gotta watch your BACK #anyway. i could write an essay on them and how complicated it be. </3 #ANYWAY TEEEHEE TY FOR ASKING :]]#i can send u sooo many scenes . you need only ask <- no pressure ofc but they are just So...#found fambly...

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verstappen-cult · 2 months

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I would LOVE a part two of the birthday drabble if ur open to that? maybe how max tries to ask for reader’s forgiveness? maybe asking Charles for help but he’s just like “no u gotta figure it out on ur own this time buddy” bc he’s mad at him too?

PART ONE. Max totally blanks on your birthday plans and it’s not pretty.

Max is pacing around the kitchen when you wake up the next morning. When his gaze snaps up to meet yours, you can see the bags under his eyes. You think about reaching for him when you remember what happened, so, you simply walk past him to make some coffee.

“Good morning, schat.” He whispers, looking down. You’re still very much hurt but seeing him like this breaks your heart.

Maybe you’re being too mean, giving him the cold shoulder and not even meeting his eyes, but you also think about what your best friend said last night when you called her crying. He needs to sort out his priorities and give you what you deserve. And you also need to stand up for yourself, you’ve let Max get away with similar things in the past and it’s time for that to stop.

“Good morning,” Charles says as he enters the kitchen. He looks at Max but doesn’t say anything when he sees his eyes filled with tears. You’re hurt but he’s angry. “Want me to drive to your appointment?”

“Mmh.” You nod, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your room.

Charles opens the fridge and tries to look busy waiting for Max to get the fuck out of the kitchen. But that doesn’t happen and he is forced to close the door and face his boyfriend.

“Have you talked to her?” Max asks him, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Yea’,” Charles simply answers, trying to choose between an apple or banana for breakfast. You or Max are the ones always cooking because Charles just can’t do it, but you’re not in the mood to make breakfast and he’s definitely not gonna ask Max. “I’m not the one who fucked everything up.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I just—I didn’t forget, but there were—”

“I don’t fucking care, Max. It was her birthday! It was supposed to be special but instead of enjoying the one day—the only day she really asks for our attention, she cried all the way home.”

Max feels like crying again. He feels awful but doesn’t know what to do to make things better.

The Dutchman opens his mouth but before he can say anything, Charles holds his palm up, shutting him up.

“I won’t tell you what to do, you need to figure that out by yourself.”

Charles storms out of the kitchen, leaving a sad Max behind.

You don’t say goodbye when you leave but Charles, at least, tells him that they should be home by eight, to not wait for them because they will be having lunch together. He doesn’t ask Max if he wants to join.

Max doesn’t know what to do.

You’ve never been this angry before. Charles is a different story, they’ve been racing their whole lives together, so, he has seen parts of Charles you don’t even know.

Max thinks about calling his mom to ask her for advice, God, even calling his sister, but rejects the idea because he knows what they will say.

It’s all his fault. Stupid Max, stupid SimRacing—

Max gets up from the couch, he doesn’t know how much has passed since you left, but the sun is already sitting down.

When Max enters his streaming room he wants to cry again. And he does.

He cries as he disconnects everything. He cries when he smashes the camera onto the floor. He cries while throwing a chair across the room, crashing against the wall. He cries looking at the mess he made, the mess he is.

Max falls to the floor and cries, and cries, and cries, until he feels two strong arms around him and soft words spoken into his ear.

“Max, breathe with me, please,” Charles begs, caressing his back and lifting his chin up with his free hand. Max’s gaze focuses on his face as he imitates his boyfriend, inhaling and exhaling slowly. It takes some time, but Max eventually stops shaking. “Oh, Max. What did you do?” Charles sounds so broken and disappointed, Max doesn’t want him to feel like that. He’s done so much already.

Max starts crying again.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Charles wipes his tears and kisses his eyelids.

Max doesn’t deserve this.

“Hey, love.” Max turns his head around at the sound of your voice. You crouch down next to him, a soft smile dancing on your lips. “Would you drink this, please? For me?” He doesn’t need to be asked twice. You guide the glass to his lips and he drinks the water — with a little bit of sugar you always add when you’re not feeling okay.

Max wants to talk, he wants to apologize again, he wants to scream at you and Charles for being so attentive with him when he doesn’t deserve it. But he feels so tired, all he can do is lean into your touch when you cradle his face with both your hands, palms comfortable against the stubble on his cheeks.

“We’re gonna buy new things and me and Charles will help you set everything up, okay?”

Max wants to scream. Instead, he barely has the voice to say, “I don’t want any of this. I fucked up because of this stupid shit.”

“Max,” Charles calls his name, moving around so he’s sitting next to you. “You love it.”

“I love you more.” He simply says, looking between you and Charles. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…” He lets silent tears fall down his cheeks.

“I know you’re sorry.” You lean to leave a kiss on his forehead, then, you look directly into his eyes. “I’m still hurt, Max. I won’t lie. We need to have a long conversation, the three of us, but I don’t want you to quit something that you love and enjoy so much. I just,” You notice you’re crying when Max wipes the tears with his thumb. “I want to be a priority in your life.”

“And you are!” He wants to smash his head onto the floor. “God you,” He takes your hand, lips quivering. “and you,” He takes Charles’s hand then. He guides them to his chest, just where his heart is. “are the most important people in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

There’s still so much to say but, for right now, you just want to be as close as possible. You’ll have plenty of time to figure out how to go from here.

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lestappen x reader #f1 imagine #poly!f1 #f1 grid x reader

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poppy-metal · 5 days

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mmmmhhmmmm my pussys heartbeat is like an edm concert w this thought

imagine patrick sitting behind art , tweaking the fuck out of his nipples, kissing his neck

all while ur deepthroating the fuck out of arts cock

patrick would talk abt u like ur not even there to him

“isn’t she sucking ur cock so fucking good”

“poor baby wants to cum down her throat but u gotta wait, art”

want nothing more than to be a fleshlight for them. patrick would absolutely slut you out to art, especially in college when art is less confident - more likely to fumble with the women he wants to pursue. its good that patrick offers his girlfriends mouth whenever hes pent up, so sweet really. definitely not because he wants to feel the feather light softness of arts hair as he throws his head back against patricks shoulder, definitely not because he wants to see the heaving of his pale chest, his pink nipples, the dip in waist leading to his adonis belt. definitely not because hes mesmerized by the sight of arts cock as it dissappears in and out of his girlfriends throat, its already fucking hot to see you gag on his - he'd fucked that gag reflex right out of your throat - seeing your lips spread so lewdly for art as you take what you're given has him leaking like a fucking girl from his tip. you're both so fucking sexy.

cant help himself from reaching down to wind a fist in your hair, really bounce your skull off his cock, making art arch his hips and plead in a broken moan "fuck, patrick - she's - im gonna -"

"yeah?" cant keep the excitement out of his voice, locked in where arts dick pistons in and out of your wet maw of a mouth. you're so good at being used. the fucking best. "feels good? gotta let that nut out, buddy, c'mon. you're such a little bitch when you're pent up. nothing a tight wet hole cant fix - "

"oh god." art will apologize to you profusely after this. refuse to meet your eyes, cheeks flushed and red. he'll avoid your eyes everytime you two meet, until the time comes when patrick is inviting you over to his dorm, and he hasn't kicked art out. and then art wont be able to stop looking at you. he looks down at you now, his fingers brushing against your cheek in soft contrast from the hard grip patrick has on your hair. blue will meet yours and you'll feel his cock twitch in your mouth, the head thumping the back of your throat. "you're so fucking pretty - fuck - cant believe you let me do this - "

"fucking cum." patrick tells him, and he loses himself a little. licks a stripe up arts neck, "shoot that shit down her throat, make her gag. now, art."

you do gag. you try to swallow the splash of cum flooding down but its hard to work a swallow down with a cock crammed down your throat. art cock slides from your lips as you sputter, his pink tip resting against your mouth as you breathe and you dont even catch your breath properly before you're being yanked up and patricks tongue is in your mouth, and you're in arts lap and then you're in patricks and art turns to watch as patrick lifts you, quick and easy, punches you down on his hard cock.

arts cum is still in your mouth and patrick licks it out, moaning loudly as he starts to bounce you hard and fast. neither of you ask art to leave, and he doesn't make a move to go.

#ask #im h word #art donaldson smut #patrick zweig smut #art donaldson x reader x patrick zweig #challengers smut

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him

A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.

It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.

Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.

What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.

“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.

Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.

“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.

“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.

“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?

“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.

“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”

At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”

Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.

Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.

#xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #Xavier x reader #Xavier imagines #Xavier imagine #Xavier fic #Xavier fanfic #Xavier x you

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cirrus-ghoulette · 3 months

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Thinking about Dew with asthma. Specifically, little Dew with asthma.

Dew playing quietly on the playmat in the common room, content to line up all his toy cars while his plush dragon, Dio, watches on. Swiss is also watching.

Every so often, Dew coughs or clears his throat. Swiss can't figure out if he's just got a tickly cough, or if it's something more. Either something viral, or an asthma attack.

He asks softly "Dew, buddy? Are you okay?"

Dew gives him a toddler cough in return.

"Alrighty, then. You tell me if you start to feel worse."

It's a few more minutes, Dew rearranging his cars by height, occasionally watching the TV. Swiss put on Bluey for him, but Swiss is watching it more than he is.

And then Swiss hears the wheeze.

Just a little crackle in Dew's throat at first. But Swiss' head snaps up nonetheless.

"Dewy? How are we feeling?"

"U-Uhm... 'Eezy..."

"Wheezy, bud?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need your inhaler?"

Swiss already knows the answer. Little Dew does not like his inhaler. But his choices right now are, 1) use the inhaler, or 2) don't use the inhaler and end up in the infirmary.

Swiss reaches under the coffee table and grabs Dew's spacer kit. It's never far from reach when Dew's little. He won't take his inhaler without a spacer when he's little.

He moves onto his knees on the floor, kneeling by Dew. Dew whines at the sight of Swiss setting up his inhaler, but his wheezes are becoming more frequent and his chest is burning a little.

The spacer is clear, with teddy bears printed over it, and a mask on one end.

Swiss wraps his arm around Dew and brings him into his lap. Thankfully, Dew doesn't protest, apart from a little wheezy huff.

"Gonna be a brave little guy for me, huh?" Swiss asks as he clicks the inhaler into place. Dew shakes his head, burying his face against Swiss' chest. "Yeah, I know. You don't like it. But we've gotta do it, buddy. You'll feel super yucky if we don't give you your puffs now."

Dew turns his head from one way to the other, like a baby refusing a bottle as Swiss holds the mask up. Eventually, however, the tight feeling in his chest wins and he lets Swiss hold the mask over his mouth and gives him the first puff.

"Nice slow breaths, bubby. Yeah, that's it, you're doing great. In and out. In and out. Good job..."

Dew looks up at him with big eyes, taking shaky breaths. After a little while, Swiss gives him another puff of his inhaler, his thumb gently rubbing Dew's cheek.

Dew's breathing slows eventually, and then he cuddles into Swiss, tired out after his little eezy episode.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #dewdrop #dew #Little ghouls #Little dew #Swiss #Cg Swiss #Caregiver swiss

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saphushia · 5 months

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do you have any fic recs for dp/dc? ive been interested in reading good ones but its kinda hard to shuffle thru them all.

oh fuck yeah you know i do. i'm just gonna make a list of good ones until i get bored or tired lets see how long this gets lmao

also personal preference wise i'm not big on the danny-gets-adopted fics so u gotta ask someone else if u want recs of those ones lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites all fics are gen unless a ship is listed make sure u check fic tags for CWs b4 reading 👍

=ONESHOTS=

⭐It all Started at a Convention tim meets danny at a tech convention and they have a surprisingly nice afternoon together. and then tim comes to a realization about some things danny said...

A Monsterous Kind of Love [tim/danny] tim's a vampire. danny's a full ghost. tim gets to kill a few hunters in a frenzied rage to keep danny safe. as a treat <3

You've Got My Heart (I've Got Your Soul) [tim/tucker] congrats tim! you met your soulmate! why's he trying to kill you. hm. maybe you fucked up, buddy

Of loss, longing and long duration. [danny/bruce] of danny falling in love with bruce, breaking up with bruce, and proceeding to still be adored by all bruce's kids, past and present.

You Are a Monster (But So Am I) [danny/duke] duke's not a monster fucker- he's not! he swears! it's just this one, specific, really pretty eldritch snow monster-

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels- which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice bruce is very tired. it's not his fault he accidentally kidnapped some teenager. aka danny's very bad wierd and stressful afternoon.

=ONGOING=

If You Give a Bat a Burger danny's just trying to lay low while keeping gotham's spirit infestation under control- of course nothing ever is simple for him. meanwhile, the bats all have their hands full with what seem to be unconnected cases, but nothing's ever simple for them either.

Rooftop Express [danny/jason] danny is bored and starts his own version of doordash in gotham. red hood keeps putting in orders so he can see the cute delivery boy <3 what do you mean he's a halfa

⭐Bus to Nowhere danny's adventures being a homeless teen in gotham on the run from his parents and the GIW. he's called dumpster tommy now, and he can't seem to stop befriending criminal and attracting vigilantes desperate to help him

An Interesting Family Tree [danny/tim] danny left the league of assassins years ago, but he can't seem to keep his nose out of it when he finds out red robin's being targeted by them. (canon divergence of tim's search for bruce in the red robin comics, where danny joins him. don't need to read the comic to read the fic)

⭐Grave Promises after an identity reveal gone wrong, danny has no one to turn to. no one, except, maybe, the hero who got stuck in the ghost zone years ago, who became danny's friend, danny's mentor, before they finally got him returned to his timeline. nightwing.

Our Empty Graves [jason/danny] danny, mute, injured, and on the run, is saved from a tight spot by red hood. he quickly becomes jason's problem, and jason makes the mistake of becoming endeared to this snarky shit.

Night Circus [dick/danny] dick hits it off with danny, a circus performer who just came to gotham. dick's thrilled- aside from the fact that circus gothica seems to be connected to the string of robberies that's suddenly hit gotham, and the bizarre thief dressed like the grim reaper...

Secretary Danny danny accidentally gets himself hired as the personal secretary of tim drake, wayne industries CEO. he's surprisingly ok with this, actually. and he's scarily good at it.

ok it's late i need to go eepies now have funnnn <3

#fic rec #answers #dcdp #anonymous #i have too much time to trawl thru fics lmao #<- guy who regularly just. goes thru every single page of fics when they get into a new fandom

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watchyourbuck · 1 month

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the second they made buck bi i watched the whole show for the first time, took a week, finished just before the latest episode came out. this obviously means i do not know my first thing about anything, most theories and fanon storylines included. what is the most important stuff that i need to know? the more deranged and delusional the better 🌸

lmao gotta love this ask. okay nonny let’s see.

the couch theory: right after Buck breaks up with Taylor, Eddie and Chris have dinner at his loft. they make fun of the fact that Buck doesn’t have a couch, and he says “my last two couches came with girlfriends — maybe I don’t wanna pick the wrong couch again.” we strongly believe the right couch is Eddie, and the scene itself is pretty, uh… hinting. I made a post about it.

the color theory: this theory stems from the fact that most of us believe the colors they are dressed in or are illuminated by (etc) aren't a coincidence, as in, we think different colors mean different things pertaining to their story and feelings. pls see our preacher on this subject @lover-of-mine <3 her posts are amazing

dad!buck: its a commonly accepted truth that Buck is not Chris’ uncle, but his dad. there’s not a lot of explaining to do, other than the man just loves Chris as his own, and clearly Eddie thinks the same, considering he added him to his WILL (insane behavior if u ask me).

shooting/lightening as direct parallels: Eddie getting shot and Buck getting struck by lightning are the two highlights of their individual and intertwined tragedies. there’s obviously other moments where they fear they may lose each other but these two are the biggest, most gut-wrenching ones. (these are their strings of fate, remember they both had to pull the other to safety).

buddie tends to parallel to every canon couple on the show: I’d have to pull up many receipts but, if you watch closely, you’ll see them. Bathena and Buddie both have water trauma, for example (tsunami vs capsized cruise ship), plus other more lighthearted ones like the Madney karaoke + the bachelor party Buddie karaoke scenes (7x06).

Edmundo Díaz is demisexual: and most likely gay. idk i didn't feel too comfy with the hyper-sexualization of Eddie on 7x05. but it’s more than that, obvi. that man was seen sleeping with Shannon, then with no one until Marisol, and i kinda believe Eddie getting out of the house to not have sex with her bc he felt distanced from her tells us a lot about him. he seems to only be able to engage in sexual activity should he feel something for that person.

I didn’t mean for all of these to be buddie coded, but alas, I’ve watched the show through their looking glass, and these are the theories that I’ve engaged with the most. for anyone reading, feel free to add more!💗

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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heyyy. so what if reader and joel got in a really big argument because he wasn’t being safe and putting his life on the line and that pissed her off. so joel gets on a horse, and rides off into the sunset in true cowboy fashion. when she’s on a supply run with some of the other people from tommy’s town, they find joel, injured and hiding out in a barn. she didn’t recognize him at first, and pointed her gun at him but when he’s like “it’s me.” she’s all like “for fuck’s sake, joel. i almost shot you.” “someone already did.” and yeah feel free to take that anywhere u want <3

that's such a cinematic idea!! you've got a good imagination, Sof. thanks for the request. — main masterlist | 🏷️: established 'situationship', post-outbreak, mentions of past attempted suicide, hurt/comfort, fluff. [WC: 1.7k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ foolish ꒱

All of his recklessness had a direction. A purpose.

Joel had no reason to tend to his own life with careful hands. Not when those same hands had inflicted so much damage already. When they'd caused so much destruction. He knew how to direct his anger and reckless behavior well—to protect, evade, survive.

All of that kept him away from building any kind of real relations, but that goes up in flames after Ellie. And then it really disappears after you.

Joel's scared again. He panics. He cares, and he talks about himself, and he lets spill out secrets he never once spoke about.

He's just not ready for what comes after they're out in the open.

“I just can’t concentrate if I’m worried about you going in with your knuckles and elbows to someone’s fucking face instead of at least trying to keep it cool. y’know? I don’t know. Call me crazy, Joel. I thought you could control yourself.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. That just ain’t fair. Was I supposed to do nothin’?”

“Yes! Exactly. If you’d given me at least one second—”

“He asked if you up for offer. I should’ve fuckin’ killed, him.”

“Joel, he could’ve asked ‘if the little bitch worth a quarter or 10 bucks’ and I couldn’t give less of a shit—”

“You—I swear to god.”

“He’s an animal! And a fucking idiot. But he was the idiotic animal with the goddamn information. Which we needed. And now we don’t have, ‘cause he and his buddies have ran back to wherever the hell they’re hiding and we’re never gonna see them again. And they had the real deal—they had medicine we need that are lacking in the stock.”

“I know. I know. Fuckin’ hell, I know.”

“... you know I’d help you do anything you wanted, right? I don’t care about what they say. And I’d wanna kill anyone who disrespected you like that, too, but we gotta be at least smart before we’re emotional.”

“...Tommy’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him. Make something up.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I know. But I’m gonna.”

“...thank you. … I really am sorry, ‘kay? I’m still gettin’ used to—I just. I saw red.”

“And I get that.”

“...you really do, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Remember how I acted at that river trade? Because of what that man said about you?”

“Couldn’t forget it if someone blew my brains away. … You’re a lil’ crazy, baby, y’know that?”

“Coming from you, Miller. That’s rich.”

“Yeah… It’s kinda beautiful. You’re like—a force o’nature, or somethin’. Fuck, I’m sorry—I’m drunk—but listen. I won’t fuck up again.”

“I know you’ve got my back. I just want you to have yours, too. I worry about you and how you dive head first into dangerous shit ‘cause when it comes to you, you don’t think.”

“... had no reason to, ‘till recently.”

“Well, now you do. Should’ve always had, but now you really do ‘cause there are people, like Ellie, like Tommy, like me, who are gonna be pretty pissed off if you’re stabbed again anytime soon. Don’t make me go feral and have to kill a fucker ‘cause you know me by now. I have the whole thing where I have to bury the bodies I’m responsible for and, honestly—have pity on my back’s sake, Joel. I don’t got the back for that shit anymore.”

“You’re so—can’t believe your fuckin’ jokes sometimes.”

“You’re laughing.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m crazy too, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“‘don’t got the back for it’. You’re—You know, I never thought I’d be this happy I didn’t blow my brains out. Last time I thought that Ellie was standin’ on top of a fuckin’ dinosaur and—”

Joel shivered.

You found him as you were searching a barn on a supply run with Tommy, the day after he ran away on Shimmer’s back.

A stom had followed his departure, not minutes later, and he was still out of the gates when the time to close them came by, which meant he’d been locked out. Tommy was the one to give the ‘ok’ for the gatekeepers to shut them down, his face twisted into a painful twist and an apologetic look sent your way, but it was also Tommy who nodded his agreement to go with you when you announced you were going out the very next morning despite the horrible weather and the feet of snow making everything ten times harder.

It was obvious to you he couldn’t have gone far.

When you find him, Joel speaks up first. “It’s me.” He somehow heard you coming before you saw him.

Of course he did. It’s Joel.

The voice still makes you flinch—Joel was kneeling on the ground with his thickest jacket wrapped around him and his knees pulled up, and—”Jesus Christ, Joel. I almost fuckin’ shot you.”

As you’re lowering your gun, he goes. “It’s happened before.”

It’s such an oddly-timed joke that it halts your steps toward him, but then, his eyes find yours and it happens, just like always. You two share a private, ‘this is a fucked up joke, but we find it funny either way’ laugh. The same one that bonded you two.

You kneel beside him, taking out the blanket you brought in your backpack exactly for this, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing him up and down on his arms and his back.

When you’re satisfied with your job — he quit shivering — you finally make eye contact.

“You got stuck because of the storm, right?” your question comes out in a whisper, and your breath fogs up the air between the both of you.

You didn’t run away, right?

Joel takes a deep breath, and nods. His eyes close for a moment before he leans in slowly until his forehead is touching yours.

“Told you I wouldn’t do that.” Joel said those words a couple of months ago, and you still had trouble wrapping your head around them. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I like it here. With you.

“‘kay.” Your lips search his in the dark and find them waiting for the kiss already. With your hands still on his shoulders, you can feel a lot of tension dissipating when you sigh into the kiss, and Joel seems to fully come back to his body. You pull away against your will, and take a few seconds before you’re able to open your eyes.

His warmth always spreads through you like an oven slowly heating up.

“‘m sorry if I scared you.”

It’s inevitable—a smile blossoms in your face, and you start laughing.

“What?” Joel asks, confused and serving the biggest doe eyes in your direction.

For someone who punched first and asked questions later, a night stuck with the howling story winds made quick work of reminding him he was cared for. “Nothing.” I love you. “You did scare me. I spent all night thinking about whether you were okay or not.” The doe eyes seem to glisten with the soft light, and it pulls you in to seal your lips on his again. “But it’s ok. I just wanna go now and run you a hot bath and massage… all of your body. Is that ok? Can I do that?”

Joel’s eyes said I’ve never felt more vulnerable and that’s going to be a lot, but it also said it’s exactly what I need and I don’t know how to say that out loud. From his lips, it came out, “I… yeah. Yeah, ya can. I wanna… Wash your hair. And—you. ‘s that weird?”

“It’s not.”

“I like that smile on you. ‘s my favorite.”

“I am so happy I left Tommy behind.” Joel laughs at that, and he makes a move to get up. “I’m serious. We’d never hear the end of this.”He gets up with your help, and you two can walk side by side, leaning on each other and not speak of the storm that passed and carried more than just heavy snow all around. The things that are rising and growing between you are deep-rooted somewhere—nothing seems to shake you and Joel away. Only closer together. Tighter. Realer.

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thebabyprince · 10 months

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Can u do little! Scott and caregiver! Wallace head canons pls, I honestly wish there was more agere content in the Scott pilgrim fandom

I sure can!!! Hope you enjoy them, and I completely agree with you, that's why i decided to write for it!!!! Hope you like em :]

Caregiver! Wallace and Little! Scott

Wallace, maybe, didn't know the term 'age regresion' but knew that something was up.

Sometimes there were situations, where Scott would act much more childish than usual, and when confronted about it afterwards, he would deny it and act very defensive about it.

For example, the other night Wallace woke up with Scott curled up against his chest, his thumb stuck in his mouth. Wallace gently petted him on the back, and he let out a soft cry, hugging Wallace tighter.

"What? That didn't happen. You're making it up". "It totally did happen, bro, deny it all you want". "You were just drunk and imagining things!"

And Scott leaves the house as fast as possible, face red from embarrasment.

Then it happens again the next night, Scott against his chest, sucking on his thumb.

Wallace got an idea. He ruffled Scott's hair and Scott, predictably, let out a cry.

"Hey, Scott. Scotty. Buddy, we gotta wake up"

"I don't wanna-a!" Wallace chuckled, noticing that he sounds a bit softer and high-pitched than usual.

"I bet you don't, but we can't just stay in bed forever, can we?" Wallace shifts his position into a sitting now, Scott now being on his lap, hanging on his neck, whining softly. "There we go... Hey, pal, can I ask you a question? Can you tell me how old you are? You can show me with your fingers if you're shy".

Scott goes quiet for a moment, and then hesitantly shows Wallace 3 fingers.

"Very good. Thank you, Scott, you are being very helpful right now. I know it takes a lot of courage to admit things. You sure are a brave boy". Scott smiles so very gently. "Now, do you want to watch cartoons while i make us breakfast?"

And general headcanons:

Scott regresses either to 3 to 4 year old toddler or to a baby

They never established a parental title for Wallace, so toddler Scott just calls him by his name. However, baby Scott can't articulate words well, so he just pointed at Wallace one time and went "mama!!" Wallace accepted that.

Scott is a very talkative little, he likes to swing his legs while sitting at the table, telling Wallace everything about his day, all the cool bugs he saw and a level in the videogame he beat.

Wallace tends to take Scott play outside a lot, cause they both need that fresh air!!

Scott's the type of little to chew and suck on EVERYTHING. His thumb, his shirt, blankets, his toys, even crayons and markers. The first little gear Wallace ever bought him was a pacifier and two teethers, cause Scott just put anything in his mouth without thinking twice.

He also bought him a toy truck and an Eevie plush, which were also a hit.

Wallace lo-o-oves nicknames, sticking them in almost every sentence, but he tends to keep the overly sweet ones to himself. His usual go-to's are 'buddy', 'pal', 'kiddo' and 'champ'. He occasionally uses 'sweetheart' when Scott's being extra clingy and vulnerable.

He also calls him a tiny menace, as a cool title😎

Scott still really likes videogames when he's small, but he tends to stick to simplier ones, and sometimes he asks Wallace to help him beat them.

#age regression #agere #agere sfw #sfw age regression #age regressor #fandom agere #agere headcanons #agere fandom #scott pilgrim agere #scott pilgrim #spvtw agere #spvtw #scott pilgrim vs the world #wallace wells #agere writing

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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AHHH RQ FOR GUN WHO WANTS US TO BE HIS HEIRS except we couldn't not give less fucks abt the whole heirs thingy and just want to finish school but bro is so persistent since he's finally found someone worthy being an heir (no romance I think) (u could also put abit of jealousy in the other potential heirs/students competing pls) AHHH TYSM 🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🐼😋

Hello, it's me. The person who likes to half-read asks and butcher my responses to it. But ty for requesting, this scenario just popped out my head. THIS WAS FUN!

Gun Park finding a new Successor - YOU

Please. You just want to go to school.

"Drop out, work for me. You will be earning millions, leading your own crew."

"Right..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Nope."

It's not often that Gun Park is shocked and he watches you reject him with a frown. Do you not understand what he's offering? He just watched you fight some thugs, truly the best prodigy he has ever laid eyes on, but are you actually a dumb motherfucker?

"Listen man," you say as you dust off your uniform. Ah shit, you've torn your shirt. Your mom is gonna kill you. "I'm really happy for you and your little quest or whatever, but I just gotta get to school..."

You turn to leave.

"Wait." Gun grabs onto your wrist. It seems a waste to let you slip through his fingers. His grip is firm and immovable for anyone else yet-

"Hey," As if talking to someone mentally ill, you remove his hand with your free one and delicately return it to his side. "You can't just go around grabbing people, you'll get arrested for that."

You reach up and pat this oddball on the head. It's nice to be nice, y'know? This Gun guy seems harmless enough, if not a bit forceful with his delusions. You would return him back to whatever institute he broke out of, but time is not in your favour.

"I gotta run, little buddy. Be careful, ok?"

With that you sprint off in your school's direction, giving Gun a wave as he stands there with his mussed up hair, trying to process your tone.

Eli Jang waits for you by the front gates of J-High, grinning as you make the school bell by the skin of your teeth yet again.

"What happened?" he asks, you slowing down once you reach him, wiping your face and trying to catch your breath. He takes in your bloodied fist and your torn clothing.

"Fight.... then weirdo.... insane... Gun," you manage between gasps for air.

"Someone threatened you with a gun?!"

Worry is etched all over Eli's face and you shake you head vigorously. Really, there's no point concerning him with your morning. You were never in any danger, and you doubt you would bump into that guy again - though you do hope he makes it back ok.

The four crews, gangsters, successors.... He really is living in his own dream world. And that Louis Vuitton shirt looked fake as fuck too.

"Forget...it," You give Eli a sweaty smile, which turned out more of a grimace, to show all is well.

Out of sight, Gun stares on, fist tight and jaw clenched. Completely focused on you and missing his old Favourite.

"Weirdo?!" he mutters to himself, "Insane?!"

#lookism #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #eli jang #lookism x reader #if you wanted #wannaeatramyeon

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angelyuji · 4 months

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yandere superman headcanons

tw kidnapping, "nice" guys/incel behavior (kinda), isolation as punishment, manipulation, yandere stuff... the usual

yandere clark kent x gn!reader

diana prince is next guys I LOVE WOMEN!!! lemme know abt any tags i miss or just any other superman thoughts (yandere or not) cuz i love superman a lot

hes so big and buff and strong

hhnhsdngnnhnhnngnfhgnnngngn

sorry

ive been obsessed with superman and lois recently and i thought to myself “i need him so bad id do unspeakable things”

ALSOOOOOO have u guys seen the new superman??? ohmygodddd HELLOOO SAILOR

anyway here we go :)

sweetest kindest angel alive… at first glance

actual clark is genuinely the best sweetest guy in the world and i don’t think that would technically change but if anything he’d start buying into the incel/nice guy pills and that’s what would warp him

he’s literally sooo sweet to you (i cant get over how much a of cutie pie clark kent is)

ok pause lemme start from the beginning

when he first met you, he was e n a m o u r e d like he thinks youre the most beautiful person in the world type stuff

at first, the relationship is normal, you guys are friends, study buddies, coworkers, yk normal shit

he’s still super in love but hes kinda aware that its one-sided and he can’t make you like him

you guys are super close friends tho

but as his crush progresses, he starts to consult more than his friends and normal relationship advice, he starts to consult incel chatrooms and subreddits

he wants to go further than friendship with you, but all the guys in these chatrooms are telling him awful things abt u. for example:

‘hi! requesting help for getting out of the friendzone with my friend’ i’ve been friends with them for a long time, but i see them as more than a friend. ive had to watch as they date all these awful people and i just want them to see me more than a friend. any advice is appreciated!

– dude these ungrateful bitches are never gonna see u

– people like them never see the good guy until its too late

– u just gotta make them like u, nobody understands the nice guy until u make them

– all of these responses are so weird, just be normal and flirt a little!

ur stupid fuckign idiot nice guys don’t get a chance till u make them give u chance

women are so fucking stupid

reading all these “helpful” comments really warped his mindset

he went from innocent farm boy to incel misogynist becuz

they have to be right! like why else have u not given him the time of day as more than a friend

so soon, ur gonna notice these changes

he went from being supportive bestie to making snide comments, putting you down, making moves on you that you clearly don’t want

ur hurt, heartbroken, your friend became something unrecognizable

u’ll ask for some distance, just to think abt if u want to continue the friendship and clark will realize that he can’t make you like him from just this

so you’re gonna go home, take a nap, and next thing you know you’re getting snatched from bed by freaking superman

he genuinely believes he’s done the right thing

he’ll bring u to the fortress first. he has everything set up already, so u wont freeze or starve to death

i wont bore with the details but he would NEVER lay a hand on u

that’s NOT my superman

its more like

“i need you to eat something.” clark begs you, his eyes filled with worry. he had crouched down next to where you sat. clark had given you free-reign around his fortress, but you chose to sit in the corner near the entrance.

“fuck you.” you turn away from him, anger dripping from your voice. you haven’t eaten since he brought you to his ice castle, but you can’t remember how long ago that was. you missed home, your friends, your family. you missed freedom. you hear clark sigh.

“you’re gonna get sick if you keep going like this, (y/n).” his hand touches your face and you slap his hand away. you know there was no way you could hurt superman, but he holds his hand looking hurt, and you feel a twinge of guilt. he holds out a bag from Big Belly Burgers and places it next to you.

you scooch back, your back hitting the wall, not willing to back down. “i’ll eat if you let me go.” you feel like a child throwing a tantrum, but you would do anything to go home.

you see him rub his forehead in frustration, “this isn’t working.” he mutters to himself. you don’t say anything, wanting to see what he would do. instead of trying to fight you again, clark picks up the bag. “i’ll come back when you’re ready.” he says.

“come back? what are you talking ab-” in one blast of air, clark was gone and you were alone.

days had gone by, you felt like you were going crazy from the solitude and the hunger. thankfully, clark had left mountains of water bottles for you, so you tried to fill up with those. it wasn’t enough, you had started to miss your kidnapper’s company after many conversations with yourself. all you could do was sleep or stare at the wall, blankly. after a week, you couldn’t take the isolation. “clark?” you call out, weakly. not a moment passes before he appeared before you.

his eyes were filled with pity and worry, “are you ready, sweetheart?” his hands cup your face and you lean into the warmth, nodding.

he could never hurt you. that entire week away was killing him, but the commenters were right. you just needed to know that he was all you needed.

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dimplesandfierceeyes · 8 months

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Don't know if u r still taking bad buddy prompts. But if u r, high school patpran teaching kissing or practicing kissing and Pat realizing his feelings and getting together.

OP.

OP OP OP.

How did you know?

How did you know this was my weakness?

Anyway, when this prompt came in the whole plot basically appeared in my head fully formed and all I needed was the time to make it real. I hope you all enjoy!

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Practice Makes Perfect

(I know, I know, the least original title ever)

Pran wasn’t sure when it had become an unspoken rule that they would meet in his bedroom. He guessed it made sense. Pat’s family was nosy; they walked in and out of each other’s bedrooms unannounced and didn’t seem to like doing anything alone if they could drag another person into it too. Still, every time Pat was in his room, Pran’s heart rate skyrocketed with anxiety. (Only anxiety, definitely only anxiety.)

Pat was here again, all lanky-limbed six-foot of him sprawled over Pran’s bed like he was entitled to it. He’d grown again. Up until last year they’d been neck-and-neck for height but this year, Pran had slowed down and Pat, annoyingly, hadn’t. Not only that, but his shoulders were getting broader too whilst Pran’s stayed stubbornly slim, just like his mae’s. Not for the first time, Pran wished he’d inherited more of his father’s easy musculature.

“So we just gotta watch the scene and answer these questions right?” Pat asked, staring at the sheet he was holding in front of him. He was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows so he could screen while Pran had claimed the desk chair.

“Yes.”

“Oh, cool! That’s easy.”

They were working on literature homework: the interpretations of play adaptation. This was the second version of this play they were watching and the questions were mostly about drawing comparisons. Pran clicked on the file the teacher had uploaded and blinked as a thumbnail popped up showing two male characters.

“I thought this was supposed to be the kiss scene?” Pat questioned. “Has the teacher uploaded the wrong file?”

“I don’t think so. Nobody else has said it was a different scene,” Pran replied. He was still staring at the screen, his heart pumping so much faster than it should have been as he considered the only other possibility.

“So basically it’s a BL version,” Pat laughed.

“I guess.” Pran furiously told his heart there was no difference between watching a straight kissing scene with Pat or watching a BL one. It didn’t listen.

“Alright, let’s get started, I guess.”

Pran had never wished for his parents to get home early from the weekly shop but it turned out there really was a first time for everything. Unfortunately, no engine noise rumbled up to the front gate and Pran was forced to accept that this was, in fact, happening.

He could barely pay attention to the questions on the sheet of paper in front of him, though he spent as much time as he could staring down at it as the men on the screen danced around each other, feeling the other out, before finally shattering the tension, reaching for each other as if starving. Pran had watched the exact same scene in class between a man and a woman without even blinking. Now he was hot all over, hyper aware of Pat lying on his bed behind him watching two men kiss on his computer screen, and he could only hope that his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt they should be.

The end of the scene couldn’t come soon enough.

“Okay,” Pran said as professionally as he could manage, lifting his sheet in the air to show he meant business as he quarter-turned in his chair so he had his profile to Pat.

“What do you think it’s like for the actors? To kiss a guy, I mean,” Pat chimed in with his usual inability to not send Pran’s mind into chaos.

“Pretty much like kissing a girl,” Pran replied tightly, lifting his sheet a little higher. It was once again ignored.

“Do you think it is? Just the same as a kissing a girl? I think it would be different.”

“Why would it be different? They’re both just people.” Pran replied, unable to believe he was actually locked into this conversation.

“I don’t know,” Pat shrugged. “Have you ever done it? Kissed a guy?”

Pran barely managed not to choke on his own saliva. “Wh-What business is that of yours?”

Pat’s eyes went as round as saucers, his mouth dropping open. “Wait, you have?”

“I didn’t say that,” Pran replied rapidly but he could see it was already too late.

“Holy shit, you have! Why didn’t you tell me?” If a tone of voice could be a pout, Pat’s would have been a prime example.

“Why would I tell you that?”

“Who was it?”

“Why would I tell you that either?”

“You know all the girls I’ve kissed,” Pat complained.

Unfortunately, Pran thought to himself. “It’s not like I ever asked for that information.”

Pat ignored the jibe, steamrolling over it. “So, was it? Was it different from kissing a girl?”

“None!” Pran replied spitefully, despite having never kissed a girl.

“Oh,” Pat looked disappointed. “Not at all?”

“What sort of difference should there be?” Pran asked, exasperated.

“I don’t know, it just feels like there would be.” Pat frowned for a second before suddenly his expression released and he looked at Pran like he’d just thought of something. Pran got a sharp and defined sense of foreboding. “What if we tried it?”

“What?” Pran squeaked.

“I mean, I know you didn’t think there was a difference, but maybe it would be different for me,” Pat reasoned.

"And this is my problem, how?" Pran managed to force out as his entire body launched into a state of panic hitherto only observed in mice fleeing a hungry cat.

"Oh, come on," Pat whined in a way that was terrifyingly close to the way that had wheeled Pran into truly remarkable levels of trouble several times. "It's not like I'd be your first guy; I'd just be your second! It's not like it's special or anything."

"What kind of logic is that? Then I'd-I'd be your first!"

"I don't mind," Pat replied with a shrug and Pran's mind gurgled.

He knew he had to say no, that if he kept just pointing out problems Pat would just keep countering them. But then he’d be saying no. To Pat kissing him.

“Come on, what do you want?” Pat asked, sounding exasperated.

“What?”

“I know you’re just stretching it out because you want me to agree to lose at something in return.”

“I don’t need you to agree to lose; I can make you lose any day.” Pran replied automatically. Pat rolled his eyes.

“Just name your terms, Parakul.”

Pran flung out an idea from the void. “The next rugby match. If I’m close to the goal post, find a way to fumble the ball to me.”

Pat frowned, brow furrowing as if in dilemma, before huffing dramatically. “Fine. The next match is yours.”

Pran’s already abused heart was electrocuted by the words, now hammering at double the speed. He’d agreed. He might not have actually said the words, but he’d agreed to let Pat kiss him. He didn’t know if he was a genius or insane.

Pat seemed to be waiting for something and it took Pran a second to realise it was for him to walk over to the bed. His mind rebelled the idea, it felt too much like a capitulation to be the one to move. And what if he looked eager? He couldn’t bear the thought.

“I’m not going to you,” he said as dismissively as he could manage. “You were the one who wanted to see how different it was.”

Another huff was released and then Pat rolled his eyes so dramatically his whole head got involved in the action, but he did start to lift himself off the bed.

Pran only realised what a mistake he’d made when Pat was already looming in front of him. Then Pat was leaning forwards and Pran was caged in, one of Pat’s hands on the desk next to him to steady himself and the other reaching for Pran’s cheek. It found it with a gentleness that was foreign, strange. Pran’s lungs pulled in short, sharp breaths through his nose as Pat’s long fingers settled around his ear and he was pinned by Pat’s uncertain gaze.

He waited for him to call it off, convinced that this alone would be enough to make Pat retreat, that he would pull back, laugh, shake his head, proclaim how weird it was, but instead… instead…

Instead Pat’s eyes fell shut and his head tilted and he bowed lower and lower until his lips made contact with Pran’s. The touch was soft but without hesitation, lips slipping open to catch Pran’s between them. Then, already, they were pulling away, leaving Pran’s mouth cold and wanting. Pran flicked his eyes open, not sure even when he’d closed them, and watched as Pat opened his own, slow and unfocused.

“You call that a kiss?” The question was supposed to be scathing, mocking, anything that brought them back to their status quo, but Pran’s voice was suddenly hoarse and breathless, as though he hadn’t spoken in weeks and his throat was parched.

There was no hiding the want in every syllable.

“What would you call it?” Pat asked. To Pran’s devastation, he sounded just as rough.

“Barely anything,” Pran replied, his voice half a whisper as adrenaline flooded through his veins.

Because he knew what he was going to do next.

And he knew there was no way of stopping himself even if he tried.

As if the want inside of him had torn into his limbs, seizing control, his hand shot up and grabbed Pat by the back of his head. He dragged him down, no gentleness, no subtlety, no mercy. He ransacked Pat’s mouth like a thief ripping through a household, eager to take everything he could before occupants woke up.

He didn’t expect Pat to fight back.

There was no paralysed surprise, no frozen astonishment, Pat let him take and take and take and then stole it all back and more. His hand gripped at Pran’s hair, his teeth nipped and scraped over Pran’s lip, his tongue licked into Pran’s mouth like he wanted to own it. Pran could barely breathe under the onslaught, control slipping away from him as he tried to process the ferocity of Pat’s response. Then all the competition seemed to slip away and they were just kissing, kissing, kissing.

By the time they broke apart, they were both gasping for air.

Pran looked up at Pat in astonishment, but Pat didn’t look back. His eyes were still closed, forehead bent against Pran’s forehead as he hauled oxygen into his lungs, like he was trying to fix the memory of their kiss in his head forever. The only sound in the entire room was their broken breathing.

Then he smiled, the single most beautiful and most ruinous smile Pran had ever seen, before he opened his eyes. He tilted his head as he grinned down at Pran like they were sharing a secret. Pran felt his mouth respond in kind and Pat’s gaze dipped down, catching on his lips before dragging back up.

Instinctively, deliberately, somewhere in between, Pran’s eyeline dropped from Pat’s captivating gaze to his tempting mouth. His lips were red and puffy, shining with a hint of…

Me, Pran thought. That’s from me.

And he looked back up in time just to see Pat lean back down and then he was being kissed again. He responded instantly, surging up to steal more of Pat’s taste, and somehow ended up standing, his hands in Pat’s hair. Pat’s arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, making Pran’s heart jolt as they were pressed together from hip to chest and Pat’s heat bled through their clothes.

He’d never been this close to another person. Not even the only other boy he’d kissed, who’d sat next to him and kissed him awkwardly, neither of them entirely sure what they were doing. This—Pat—was something else entirely. He felt submerged in him, Pat on his tongue, on his skin, on his body, everywhere and anywhere, all at once, and he sank into him rapturously, a willing victim of his own drowning.

Pat tugged and Pran followed, edging carefully, unhurriedly, across the floor as their mouths danced to a rhythm of their own making. Then Pat pulled away to drop down onto Pran’s bed, dragging Pran after him. Pran settled eagerly into his lap, unable to resist one little quip before bent his head to kiss him.

“In my bed already, Napat? Are you always this easy?”

“No, you’re just special,” Pat replied breathlessly and then Pran had to devour him.

Pran didn’t know how long their fourth kiss lasted for but by the time they broke apart, the streetlights outside were turning a burnt umber and Pran’s lips were so sensitive they were tingling. He swallowed weakly, hands still twisted in Pat’s hair, hips almost bruised with Pat’s fingerprints.

“So. Any differences?” he found himself asking. Pat chuckled breathlessly.

“Just a few, yeah.”

Pran smiled back at him, his lips almost sore but in a pleasant way as he curved them upwards. One of Pat’s thumbs had found its way under Pran’s shirt and was rubbing over the skin at the base of his waist.

“Can we do this again?” Pat asked, eyes dropping to Pran’s mouth. “More than once? Can we do this many times?”

Pran laughed. “How often are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Once a week? Once a day? Once an hour?” Pat grinned cheekily and Pran’s cheeks were going to ache from how broad his own smile was.

“You’re gonna wake up every hour, are you?”

“It would be worth it.” That was too much for Pran. He closed his eyes, shaking his head as he laughed again.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Pran, I’m serious. I think we should date.” Pat continued earnestly, a smile still colouring his voice like a warm sunset.

Pran opened his eyes, wide and uncertain. Pat looked back at him candidly.

“Pat…That…”

"You don't want to?"

"I… didn't say that."

Pat beamed, somewhere between delighted and smug and Pran shoved him backwards with more show than force. Pat faked falling anyway, tilting backwards dramatically before bouncing up with a grin. Pran tried not to be affected by it.

“If our parents found it, they would kill us,” he pointed out.

“Why would they need to find out? I sneak into your bedroom almost every week. They’ve never found that out, have they?”

Pran loved how stubborn Pat was.

“We won’t be able to tell anyone. I mean, anyone. Not even Duke. Not even Pa.”

“Is this you saying yes? Pran, are you saying yes to me?”

“Who said I’m saying yes,” Pran tried to sound aloof but it was hard when he was still straddling Pat’s lap and his hands had settled on Pat’s shoulders.

Pat’s smile spilled out over his entire face, eyes little more than curved lines as he laughed. “You are. You are saying yes,” Pat told him. Pran didn’t disagree.

He also didn’t disagree when Pat said they should kiss again.

~~~

Aaaand done. Don't think about what happens after the concert. @miscellar already made that mistake. Just don't do it yourself.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it OP! And all the others that come across this mini fic! Look out for an actually edited version of this to appear on AO3 sometime soon....

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Stunt Work, PART. 2 | Johnny Cage x Trans Male | MDNI 🔞, NSFW!!

part 1 here <-

After that first time you thought Johnny wasn’t the type to stick around, nonetheless the one to keep up with the people he hooks up with— but you were wrong of course. You both exchanged numbers after wrapping filming and that was it for a few weeks, he kept texting you constantly asking when you’re off. But you were a busy guy, you had stunt work to do for another film you were working on— as much as you wanted to see him again.

“It’s been 2 weeks, sweet cheeks…come on!”

“I told you, diva, I’m busy.”

“I’m busy too stud. U ain’t special in that. I want 2 see u.”

“You wanna get pegged that bad?”

“Yes ;) but also…I just wanna see that pretty face of yours…what do u say?”

You were smiling down at your phone till you hear the director of choreography call you over to the practicing mat to practice your stunts for a future scene. About half an hour passed of you sweating and grunting all over the mat, you were exhausted and so was the choreographer.

“Alright, one more time and we’re calling it a day. Now— come on.” The choreographer motioned you over as he breathed heavily.

You walked over and got in to a fighting stance in front of him, you wrestled and tumbled until he had you in a headlock.

“Loosen up on the headlock, bro.” You grunted,

“We’ve done this about 30 times— now break out of it as I’ve shown you.” He talked down your ear behind you, holding you in a tight lock.

“Alright alright-“ you said quickly and winced, as you were about to break out of the headlock you hear a sort of commotion on the other side of the filming set. A bunch of filming crew and cast running to the entrance of the set. Then you heard people yelling “Johnny!” and you froze in your spot.

“Hey, no distractions. We gotta finish this.” The choreographer director tightened his grip around your head making you annoyed.

“Dude- who the hell is there?” You groan at him. Your heart accelerated and your breath came in short.

You knew exactly who it probably was causing a frenzy like that, but the question was how the hell did he know where you were at specifically and what film you were shooting when you never regaled him in those details.

“Don’t know and I don’t care if it’s Jesus Christ himself- now-“ he tried to finish but got shortly interrupted.

“What do we have here, huh?” Johnny walked up to the mat, his hands on his hips as he sported his usual smirk looking down at you both in a rather complicated position.

Your head shoots up, “What the hell are you doing here? Are you crazy?”, and in a quick motion you flip the choreographer from behind over your shoulders, making him land on his back on the mat.

Johnny makes an impressed expression, looking down at you with a lustful expression that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. “You didn’t reply to my text, stud! What else was I supposed to do?”

The fighting choreography groaned as he got up and sent glares at both of you, “this isn’t a get together for your Hollywood friends to come to— this is a filming set.”

Johnny chuckled at the man’s hostility, “Don’t worry, I cleared it with the filming director. He’s a good buddy of mine. So is G.I Joe here…” he looks at your sweaty frame, up and down. The choreography noticed this and rolled his eyes as he walked off.

You scoffed loudly, wiping your brow at his nerve— but you couldn’t hide how amused you were at his dedication. “Again, are you out of your mind? How the hell did you find me?”

Johnny walked closer to you now, taking his shades off, “I have connections— plus your IMDb is pretty informative. Said this film was in pre production and I got to calling a few contacts of mine as to its filming locations, and WALAH! how’s that for smart honey?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

You couldn’t help but shake your head with a slight grin at the edge of your lips. “All of this because I didn’t answer your text? I was obviously working.”

“Oh I saw. Two weeks without seeing you and you’re already snuggling with Mr Choreographer, huh?” He said in a humorous tone but his eyes betrayed him, a jealousy behind them.

You huff incredulously, “We were clearly practicing. What’s it to you anyways? You’re putting your image at risk by interrupting pre production and being seen with me.”

Johnny’s expression turned unreadable and his smirk was gone, “I know, I know, it’s dumb. But I can’t help but not give a shit-“

You’re taken aback at this, rubbing your neck and not knowing what to say; “Johnny, the first time we ya know…” you clear your throat trying to word it well, “…you went on about how important your self image was…not wanting stuff to get out.”

Johnny sucked his teeth in, clearly conflicted; “Yes, listen- these past 2 weeks I haven’t been able to concentrate- can’t sleep, hell- I can’t even eat, it’s like a disease.”

You make a confused expression, “What…?”

The star’s expression becomes humorous again at your confused face, “Sweetheart, I’m trying to….say I like you….probably too much for my liking.”

There’s a silence that grew, your face turns red. You knew there was some sort of mutual interest but you didn’t know it had the man practically insane. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

“I do too. But you and I know this…is risky with me being a guy.” You say with slight solemn on your face.

Johnny scoffs loudly, “That’s the thing— I don’t give a flying fuck. I came all the way here for this I can’t take it anymore not being able to just…be me. You’ve taken over my brain ever since we… it’s like a spell- you’re driving me crazy.”

You were speechless, blushing of sorts, the film crew around you trying to get an earful of what Johnny was hissing at you. “Oh brother…” you touch your chest, “You just gonna dump all of this on me on a Tuesday morning?”

Johnny doesn’t budge and stares at you with undeniable longing.

“Can we do this somewhere else?” You sigh and whisper, signaling towards your trailer.

—

Once you’re both in your trailer before you can’t even turn around and speak with him, he rushes over and brings you for a soul crushing hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. As if it would kill him if he parted with you. This wasn’t just sexual longing, this was also something else entirely. So you rubbed his back softly.

“Are you okay?” You whisper in his ear.

“Fuck, you probably think I’m looney.” He mumbles against your neck, his hug growing tighter.

“I- I dont. Just tell me what’s up?”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a whole minute, just mowing over how to say things as he held you. “My dad was an asshole. I hated him as much as I tried to please him. Made me hide things that made me…well ME. Was like that for years. All I ever wanted was to make him proud, but it was never enough for him. He called me a ‘pussy’ when….” He trailed off, pausing for a second before resuming; “…I cried over a neighborhood cat getting ran over. I was 8. That type of crap…sticks with you— I guess what I’m trying to say is…that first day I was with you, when we talked, I didn’t feel judged or denied or ridiculed for the first time ever.” He pulls you a bit tighter against him.

You hug him back, rocking him back and forth, after a while of silence you speak up; “Is…is your dad still around? Did he know about ya know…you swinging for both teams?”

Johnny tenses up slightly and pulls back as he looks at you in the eyes now, his arms still around your waist; “I don’t know, haven’t seen him in years, he probably suspects something but I don’t give a shit .”

Nodding understandably, “Johnny…why did you tell me all of this?” You look at him softly.

Johnny brings you in again but this time crashing his lips on to yours, making your eyes widen but then slowly relax as he kept shifting his lips against yours. There was hunger behind it, the way he tried to basically inhale you. When he finally pulled back he leaned his forehead against yours with a smirk, his big brown eyes boring in to your shy ones; “I usually wouldn’t— but I can’t help but spill like a can of beans. It’s sick- you’re making me ill and vulnerable-“ he says with a hint of humor as he touches your nose with his.

You chuckle softly, “Oh hollywood, what am I gonna do with you?”

Johnny’s eyes turn lustful, “Peg me…that’s what, honey.”

“You’re still with that?” You chuckle with a blush.

“Hey! You said you would!” He does a mocking pout.

Walking over to your dresser you look through it and take out a box, Johnny following behind you like a tail. You open the box in front of his curious eyes, taking out a black strap on. His eyes widened and then a smirk appeared.

“I’m not sure you can take this, superstar.” You grin back and laugh at how silly it all was.

“Oh you don’t know what I can or cannot take, sweetheart.” He bit his lip as he leaned in pressed his lips against your neck. “I’m gonna take you.” He whispered against your skin, his breath warm.

Goosebumps appeared all over your hot skin as you let him trail wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone, you close your eyes and let out soft noises. After a minute, without warning he begins to pull his pants down and your eyes widen still not used to it.

“Your confidence never ceases to amaze me, Cage.” You smirk as you seem him in his boxer briefs.

“Hey, I gotta live up to my reputation hotshot.” He approaches you and starts unbuttoning your shirt, slowly with precision. Studying your reaction as he did one button at a time. His brown eyes glancing down at your semi revealed torso and then up at your reddened face. He was so gentle, so careful.

“I have a binder underneath …I’d prefer if that….” You trail off, slightly nervous.

Johnny nodded and undid the last button but not before cupping your cheek in his hand; “You want me to leave it on, sweetheart?”

You nod, shyly, looking elsewhere. “Yes. I know it’s not healthy to…leave it on while engaging in…ya know, but for now…”

He slides your shirt off, your black binder underneath being shown for the first time, he studies it before looking back at your expression; “You okay with this? You can just tell me to go to hell-“

You chuckle, “It’s fine, Hollywood.”, you start unbuttoning your pants now, leaving you in your briefs.

Johnny gives you a grin before removing his own shirt and pants in a jiffy, there was a gleam of excitement in his brown eyes as he almost tripped while taking his pants off which in turn made you giggle.

“So I assume you’ve done this sort of thing before?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Johnny snorts, “Of course I have, that being said— please tell me you’re gonna lube it.”

“I’m not a novice at this, why do you think I own one?” You start looking for the lube in your drawers.

“Bad, bad boy.” He sends you a wink.

When you find it, you start lubing the strap on, giving Johnny a mischievous smile, “You better not make too many noises Cage, my crew is outside this trailer—“

Johnny shrugs, “Not the first time I’ve gotten a headline written over people hearing what goes on behind closed doors.”

You wince as you hear him say that, “God I’m sorry you got creepy ass people writing articles about your sex life-“

Johnny waves his hand dismissively with a grin, “Nah, part of me doesn’t care, creepy bastards might as well.”

You sit down on your bed, motioning for him to sit next to you. As he does that, he looks at you with lustful eyes again, “Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean it’s okay, alright? People need to mind their business.” You say softly.

Johnny chuckles and leans his forehead against yours, “I swear…the way you’re so darn caring and soft with me honey, it gives me the worst boner on this planet.” He whispers, his hot breath against your face. You look down and see his boxers are tight, the fabric stretching against his evident hard on.

Johnny then leans in without warning and crashes his lips on to yours, slipping his warm tongue in your mouth and exploring. You let out a groan against his lips as your tongue now brushes against his. He then softly slides his hands down your bare sides and leans your back down against the soft bed as he keeps devouring your lips. Your lower abdomen already tightening and growing warm by the second. You decide to try and take over, catching him off guard as you flip him on his back.

“Woah baby- if you wanted to be the boss you could have just told me.” He smirks up at you while he caresses your thighs softly, you straddling his waist.

“Ready?” You start putting the strap on around your hips without wasting time.

The actor’s eyes widen and his face flushes for the first time, a rare but nice change to see for once. He swallowed deep for a second before his cocky demeanor came back; “Hell yeah- have your way with me.” He squeezes your thighs, his eyes turning dark.

You took that as a sign to grab his hips and turning him to lay with his back facing you, his face nuzzled in to your sheets as you felt slight friction between your cunt as you straddle his ass that was covered by his briefs.

“Oh fuck-“ he lets out, you could see how he breathed heavily and his shoulder blades contracted.

You back away a little and start sliding his briefs down to his thighs, having a complete view of his pale soft ass. It made you grow warm, a redness on your face. It looks like he noticed your sudden apprehensiveness as he chuckled against the covers; “Don’t bail on me now baby, you were so bold just a min- AH SHIT-“

Before he can even finish the sentence you press the lubed tip of the strap on dildo against his cheeks, prying them open slowly as they just briefly touch his ass hole. “What was that?” you said in a teasing, dominant tone. Your hands gripping his hips now tightly as the dildo teased his entrance.

“That’s cold- that damn lube-“ he laughs, “Oh you fucking tease-“ he breathes heavily, as he looks slightly over his shoulder at you with a grin.

“Shhh-“ you try and shush him as you try and enter his entrance slowly, your hips moving forward gently.

Johnny groaned loudly, gripping the bed sheets as the dildo stretched his ass hole out more and more. “fuck baby-“ he hissed, his face falling on to the sheets as his stayed up.

There was a grin of pride on your face, having such a prideful man on his knees as you took him from behind, it was definitely making you more and more turned on. You didn’t need to have an actual dick to guess how it felt, how his walls closed around you, how he shivered against you, you just knew and it made your cunt wet.

“Agh- shit-“ you hissed, getting a sudden impulse to not hold back anymore and shove the dildo deeper inside him and making him whimper loudly, probably making your crew outside hear it.

“God, that’s it, right there baby boy-“ he moaned, you’ve never never seen him so vulnerable before, he was so excited you could see the practical erection he had that was rubbing against the bed sheets. He was so in to it that he shoved his ass further against you and the strap on.

You bite your lip, almost making it hurt as you start moving slowly back and forth against his trembling ass cheeks, his pleadings become louder and at this point you couldn’t bother with who heard. You could tell you were hitting the g spot in his ass by how deep your thrusts were and how he whimpered against the sheets, the once all cocky actor now on his knees and groaning. His cheeks flushed red, as he looked back every once in a while at you ramming in to him.

As you kept thrusting in a steady rhythm in to him, you leaned over his back and wrapped your arms around his lower abdomen, your face against his spine as you reached down gripped his throbbing cock that was already oozing with pre cum, the actor immediately moaned, his eyes widening as all his senses were being overstimulated by you.

“Easy, Hollywood…” your chest rubbed against his back and you began jerking him from behind as your hips kept moving inside him.

“Oh- F- fuck baby- please- ahh-“ he said in a high pitch, already about to bust wide open. Your fingers gripped his shaft and your movements became more desperate, you were becoming more and more wet under your strap on.

Johnnys face and neck were bright red and you could sworn you saw some tears in his eyes by how stimulated he was, his face looking at you at an angle from the soft sheets, you grunt and jerk him off more as you kept rammed in to him, your eyes staring right in to his. Soon, he let out a loud whimper as he reached his climax; “OHHHH- OHHHH FUCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT YOU- agh-“ his cum oozing all over your hand and the sheets, ribbons everywhere.

You softly moan and pull out of him gently, falling back in to the bed, but not before grabs you by your jaw and kisses you roughly, shoving his warm tongue down your throat, he wasn’t even letting you breathe, he wanted to consume you. “You’re such a little vixen.” He pulled at your bottom lip, his cheeks still red. “Such a good boy… my good boy mm.” He pulled back, his lips making a smacking sound, he looked completely enamored by you.

You blush, “So I did good?”

Johnny slides his hand beneath the strap on and touches your wet cunt with his warm hand, “Mmm- so good.”

“Agh-“ you hiss.

“Now, your filming crew knows who you belong to G.I Joe.” He bites your earlobe.

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