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POLL: WHO IS THE LOUDEST LOUDMOUTH?

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Simone and Jonathan are just like my fav Jisoo she too never does anything like cry or take pictures with men mainly actors idols if not for a check and the fact that both of them never take a picture outside of Bridgerton screams jisoo coded to me as in if they aren’t getting a check for it they aren’t doing it because why was all 3 of them at the same event twice 2 years in raw but we only got Simone and Phoebe then again Jonathan and Phoebe I love my capitalist queens Jisoo Simone king Johnny like yes get y’all’s money and bag and no don’t ever do things without a check even if fans want it they can get on the event day of the show or when the show pays them to take pictures together or meet at premier or whatever or they or Netlfix can pay for it themselves!

He keep posting about it 😂! He just had to make sure y’all knew he was there and saw a fellow Bridgerton co star and there’s pic with her and not the other co star like I get him Kanthonies are insufferable and was legit getting a big delusional on social twt saying a gay man was straight baiting when they took picture behind the scenes of season and why would he bring all that crazy back up they convinced themselves this openly big gay man was straight baiting and that’s how you know they should’ve never been allowed to walk the same streets places as us isn’t be allowed the psych ward escapes

Same party apparently and they didnt even pretend😂

Other members different with their on screen partners!

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NJPW NEW YEAR DASH!! 2024 Review (Jan 5th, Sumida Ward Gymnasium, Tokyo)

NJPW World TV Championship - Hiroshi Tanahashi (c) vs. Ryusuke Taguchi **1/2

Hirooki Goto & YOSHI-HASHI vs. Kaito Kiyomiya & Ryohei Oiwa ***

El Phantasmo & Hikuleo vs. Yuto Nakashima & Oskar Leube **1/2

Tama Tonga, Shota Umino, El Desperado, Master Wato, Togi Makabe & Tomoaki Honma vs. EVIL, Ren Narita, Yoshinobu Kanemaru, SHO, Yujiro Takahashi & Dick Togo *1/2

Will Ospreay, Jeff Cobb, HENARE, TJP & Frencesco Akira vs. David Finlay, Gabe Kidd, Alex Coughlin, Clark Conners & Drilla Moloney ****

Tetsuya Naito, Shingo Takagi, Yota Tsuji, Hiromu Takahashi & BUSHI vs. SANADA, Taichi, Yuya Uemura, DOUKI & TAKA Michinku **1/4

KOPW 2024 Championship ~ Pinfall Only 10 Minute Sprint - Toru Yano vs. Great-O-Khan vs. YOH vs. Taiji Ishimori *1/2

Kazuchika Okada, Bryan Danielson, Jon Moxley & Tomohiro Ishii vs. Zack Sabre Jr., Mikey Nicholls, Shane Haste & Kosei Fujita ***3/4

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This was your typically fun, brisk NEW YEAR DASH!! show, that was as always was more about the angles and story progressions into the year ahead (or indeed, lack there of) as opposed to great matches or anything. Debuting in the Sumida Ward Gym, the show was a mystery card, with the matches only becoming apparent once the participants entered. Things kicked off with Tanahashi defending the World TV Title against Ryusuke Taguchi, in an inoffensive, but totally superfluous opener. It only went 5:40, and was pretty much all your typical Taguchi comedy bout, which Tana obviously won with a cradle. The post match was eventful as a video aired of none other than Matt Riddle challenging Tanahashi, so that's certainly an interesting development. Tana claimed to have no idea who Riddle was. Next up, NOAH Ace Kiyomiya and NJ Young Lion Oiwa put in a losing effort against former tag champs Bishamon. This was a nice little match which saw Goto pin Oiwa after the Shoto in 7:40.

The next outing was Young Lion's Nakashima and Leube's official last match before their excursion. They took on the new Tag Champs, ELP and Hikuleo in a standard tag match. Phantasmo pinned Yuto at the 8 minute mark with Thunder Kiss 86. After bidding the Young Lions farewell, Chase Owens attacked the champions, and announced himself and KENTA as their next challengers. Fab. It was 12 man tag action next as the entire House of Torture took on the New Japan Babyface All-Stars. This was pretty bad, and devolved into the usual HoT nonsense. Umino pinned Togo in 8 minutes after a Death Rider, then the heels beat everyone down in the post match. Narita focussed on Shota, so their feud continues, Kanemaru laid out Despy with a whiskey bottle, so there's his next Jr. Title challenger, and EVIL laid out Tama, cut his hair, and posed with the NEVER Title, which he then stole. I can't possibly pretend that any of these pairings interest me in the slightest, but if there's one positive, it's that at least EVIL isn't anywhere near the main event scene.

United Empire battled the Bullet Club War Dogs next in a 10 man. This was all excellent. The match itself only went 5:10, but it was all-action and super intense; they brawled around the building, Akira hit a balcony dive, Connors Speared and beatdown the referee, Gabe Kidd juiced a gusher after hitting the exposed buckles, the War Dogs all threw chairs and guardrails from the crowd into the ring, and the match was thrown out, ruled a No Contest. There was a crazy post-match beatdown, which included the heels trying to gouge Akira's eye out with a metal object, and he juiced too. Just when it looked like they were done, the UE fought back and cleared house, only for Gedo to blindside Ospreay with a lowblow. They were about to take him out when TJP made the save by Misting Finlay, and Ospreay hit Gedo with a running Powerbomb through an upright table in the corner. Ospreay then said his last night in New Japan is New Beginning in Osaka on February 11th, and challenged all 5 guys to 10 man war fare, and he'd let Finlay choose the stipulation. The new Global Champion chose a Cage Match, so that should be outstanding stuff. This was the highlight of the show by far.

LIJ and Just Five Guys faced off next in a total House Show affair. It wasn't bad, but certainly wasn't good, and the post match didn't fill me with much excitement. TAKA scored his first win in maybe 15 years when he pinned BUSHI with a Michinoku Driver II at 8:47. The post match saw SANADA challenge Naito to a rematch (meh). I'd much rather someone else challenge for the World Heavyweight belt at this point, maybe even Taichi, but this was the inevitable issue with putting the belt back on Naito. There just aren't many/any fresh matches for him. The 2024 KOPW Champion was decided in the next match, which was a pinfalls only 10 minute sprint. This sucked, the crowd was dead, the action uninspired and even though it only went 10 minutes, it felt 30. After O-Khan pinned everyone, Ishimori snuck in, stole a pin, then ran away to beat the clock and win the Championship. Whatever. I think this belt is way past its Use By date now.

And then it was main event time, as the Dream Team of Okada, Ishii, Mox and Danielson took on the TMDK guys. This was lots of fun, everyone looked great and all the individual stories made for a compelling watch. Ishii tore the house down every time he got in there, and Danielson and ZSJ's exchanges were the best wrestling on the show. Obviously. The finish saw Haste and Nicholls put Ishii away with the Tank Buster whilst Sabre had Danielson tied up in a Manjigatame at the 13:50 mark. The post match saw Zack challenge Danielson (now THAT'S a rematch I can get behind!), with both guys promising to tap each other out (despite all the talk of submissions, their last match ended in a pinfall), then Fujita said he, Nicholls and Haste were next for the NEVER 6 Man Titles. Okada was very annoyed at this, saying Fujita was in no way ready to face him, then they stared down Tanahashi on commentary to end and eventful show.

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Consolation Marriage (1931) Paul Sloane

April 14th 2024

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NJPW Windy City Riot 4/13/24

Minoru Suzuki vs. Ren Narita -- This starts with them throwing each other around into the barricades outside, then trading sleepers inside, which Suzuki gets the better of and refuses to break after Narita grabs the rope for 5. Narita lands his guillotine knee, then sets up a chair in the corner. Suzuki grabs the chair, the ref takes it away, and while the ref is distracted, Narita nails Suzuku with a board and lands his facebuster finisher for the pinfall.

Lol, this was fine for what it was. Not much to it. Rating: 2.5

Stephanie Vaquer (c) vs. AZM for the NJPW Strong Women's Championship -- Vaquer with a nasty dragon screw. AZM with a nice round kick to the head on the apron, then a double stomp off the second rope to the outside, then a missile dropkick off the top inside! AZM covers for two, then transitions into an arm bar. AZM misses a double stomp off the top, Vaquer lands a dropkick, AZM lands a round kick to the head, Vaquer lands a back suplex! Elbows by AZM and headbutts by Vaquer! Vaquer grabs a smooth arm bar, then transitions into a choke with the arm trapped! Beautiful! AZM gets a foot on the rope. Snap suplex by Vaquer for two! AZM lands a superplex, then a double stomp off the top for two! Vaquer with Sole Food, AZM with La Mistica into an arm-trap pinning combo for two! Nice, that looked great!! Vaquer with headbutts and vicious running double knees in the corner! AZM escapes the package by Vaquer and runs the ropes, Vaquer nails her with a kick, AZM goes for La Mistica again, but Vaquer reverses and lands a double underhook package neckbreaker for the pinfall!!!

That rocked!!! Just fantastic, fast-paced action throughout with great counters and an awesome finishing stretch. Both of them were great here. I was very impressed. Rating: 4

El Phantasmo and Hikuleo (c) vs. TMDK vs. Tom Lawlor and Fred Rosser vs. West Coast Wrecking Crew for the NJPW Strong Openweight Tag Team Championship -- Lawlor and Rosser with a chicken wing and rear naked choke on TMDK, but Hikuleo breaks it up with a double clothesline, then lands a double chokeslam on Lawlor and Rosser. Hikuleo with a body slam on Nelson, then tags ELP, who sets up for Sudden Death, but gets pulled out of the ring. Stunner by Nelson on Hikuleo to send him outside, then a series of double teams by WCWC on ELP. Running double knees in the corner by Nelson, uppercut by Isaacs, Isaacs throws ELP into a pop-up powerbomb by Nelson, Nelson catapults ELP into a DVD by Isaacs onto Nelson's knees! Double cover by WCWC, but Lawlor breaks it up. Nice sequence there. Double discus elbows on Nelson by Lawlor and Rosser. They go for it again on Isaacs, but miss and hit each other. Lawlor with a knee strike to Isaacs. Nelson lands a dropkick on Lawlor. ELP comes from behind with Sudden Death on Nelson, then Hikuleo lands a chokeslam. ELP lands a topé to the outside, then comes back and lands an assisted somersault senton over ropes and over Hikuleo onto Nelson. But Haste makes the blind tag on ELP in the process. ELP goes for a cover on Nelson, but Haste comes in, throws him off, and gets a jackknife on Nelson for the pinfall.

This was a very solid match that I enjoyed a lot more than I expected to. They did a good job with the four-way tag dynamic, which often doesn't work. Fast-paced action, good double team maneuvers. Good stuff from all involved. Wish TMDK had been more involved in the match before getting the win out of nowhere. Rating: 3.25

WCWC attack Lawlor and Rosser after the match. They cut Lawlor's hair and feed it to Rosser. Wtf.

Shota Umino vs. Jack Perry -- Perry enters with guards with armored vests and shields. Lmao. The crowd is so unbelievably loud!!! The crowd sings cry me a river chants. Nice. Perry slaps Umino in the face, then rolls outside like a little bitch! Nice. Umino follows and rolls him back in. Perry with a facelock, then a snap suplex for two! Running uppercut in the corner and a gorgeous fisherman suplex by Umino for two! Umino with a drop toe hold into the ropes, then a nice slingshot DDT over the ropes, planting Perry's face on the apron!!! Umino lands a dropkick off the top, then a nice release suplex. Umino goes for something, but Perry escapes, grabs the ref, lands a backward low blow to Umino, then drags Umino to the edge of the ring lands a draping DDT off the apron onto the floor!!! Perry lands a double underhook powerbomb for two!! Perry spits in Umino's face! They trade elbows! Umino with an uppercut! Perry with an elbow to the top of the head! Umino with a beautiful dropkick and a reverse DDT for two! Umino lands a a knee strike and a corkscrew neckbreaker? for two!! Perry escapes a Death Rider attempt and lands a jumping poison rana, then a Killswitch for two!! Running knee strike by Perry! Umino kicks out at two! Perry lands the Punk running knee lift in the corner, then goes for the GTS and flips off the crowd, but Umino reverses into a DDT!!! Nice. Umino lands a beautiful, aggressive running corkscrew uppercut followed by Death Rider for the pinfall!

I really liked this match. The heat from the crowd puts it over the top, but it's great on its own, with Umino looking really great, and Perry holding his own very well. Good stuff. Rating: 3.75

Perry shakes Umino's hand and raises Umino's hand in victory after the match, which I thought was a really nice moment.

Hiromu Takahashi vs. Mustafa Ali -- Hiromu enters with Daryl Jr, who has come back from his excursion with twelve pack abs. Hiromu waves in the faces of Ali's security detail at ringside, trying to get a reaction. Lmao. Commentary mentions that Ali is 25-0 in 2024. Ali's hometown crowd is fully behind Hiromu here with Takahashi chants to start the match.

They start the match running the ropes and trading nearfalls. Hiromu an fakes injury tags in Daryl, who he sits in the middle of the ring. Hiromu starts a Daryl chant. Hiromu finally comes back in, throws Daryl in Ali's face as a distraction, and lands a dropkick! Hiromu lands another sliding dropkick. Hiromu with chops to Ali in the ring, Ali rolls outside, but Hiromu follows with more chops! Ali runs around the ring. Hiromu follows and tries to slides under the ropes in the corner of the ring, but Ali catches him with a draping DDT off the apro, absolutely spiking Hiromu's face into the floor! Damn! Ali rolls Hiromu back inside, Ali wrenches back on Hiromu's neck and drives knees into Hiromu's back on the mat. Hiromu gets his foot on the rope to break. Ali lands a nice rolling neckbreaker into a nice cover for two. Ali the runs ropes and lands another nice neckbreaker for two! Ali props up Daryl in the corner and talks trash. He yells at Hiromu, "Suffed animals can't talk, you idiot." Lmao. Hiromu with a head scissors takedown, running lariat in the corner, then a running dropkick! Ali rolls out, but Hiromu follows with a running dropkick off the apron, sending Ali into the guard rail, then rolls Ali in for two! Ali escapes a corner DVD attempt, but Hiromu lands a falcon arrow for two! Ali lands two running corner dropkicks and goes for a third, but Hiromu cuits him off with a wild lariat! Ali lands a nice tornado DDT without the ropes for two!

Ali goes to the top, but Hiromu stops him with an elbow. Hiromu shoves Ali off the top, and Ali back flips off the top into the cameraman on the floor, but lands on his feet! Ali comes back immediately and shoves Hiromu off the apron into the guard rail outside, then lands an aggressive tope to Hiromu, sending both of them hard into the guard rail!! They take out Chris Charlton in the process. Lmao. Back inside, Ali misses a 450 off the top as Hiromu moves out of the way. Ali's head is busted open. He runs at Hiromu, who moves and shoves Ali hard into the corner! Hiromu puts Ali on the top. Ali lands a headbutt to take Hiromu down! Ali with a nasty sunset flip powerbomb!! Ali goes back to the top and lands a 450 for the pinfall!

Hiromu is funny with the Daryl nonsense, but this match relied on it a little too heavily. There were glimpses of Hiromu's usual, crazy, caution-to-the-wind self, but he never fully went there. But even when Hiromu isn't giving it 100%, he's still good. Ali looked very good as well. It was a fast-paced match, and there were some crazy spots. I expected more from these two, and I wanted this match to hit another level that it never really did, but I still liked it. Rating: 3.5

Ali offers Hiromu a handshake after the match, but Hiromu wants Ali to shake Daryl's hand. Ali is hesitant, but he finally gets Daryl, hands him to Hiromu, and shakes Daryl's hand. Lol.

Eddie Kingston, Homicide, Jeff Cobb, and TJP vs. Gabe Kidd, Kenta, David Finlay, and Clark Connors (No DQ Tornado Tag Match) -- This starts off with a lot of aimless wandering around the arena, with the camera going back and forth between the competitors. It finally picks up a little in the ring. TJP skateboards on Kenta's back lmao. Finlay lands a nice uranage backbreaker on TJP. Kidd with the Terry Funk airplane spinning ladder shots to everyone in the ring. Cobb comes into stop it with a German suplex with the ladder still around Kidd's neck. Connors spears Cobb, then wraps barbed wire around his head and headbutts TJP. TJP turns it around and uses his boot to drive the barbed wire into Connors' face, then lands running knee/kick in the corner. Homicide takes a fork to Connors' head. Kenta in with backfist to Homicide, then boots and running corner dropkicks to TJP. Kenta goes for G2S on Cobb, but can't get him up. Cobb lands lariat on Kenta. TJP misses off the top, and Kenta lands G2S on TJP. But Cobb takes Kenta out with running cross body. Finlay throws Cobb into barbed wire chair in corner. Kingston comes in with low blow and kendo stick shots to Finlay. Finally, Kingston and Kidd face off. They exchange hard chops. Kidd bites Kingston's head. Kingston lands exploder into table in corner. Kingston has barbed wire in hand, but gets taken down by Kidd's other team member. They choke Kingston with a steel chain. Homicide comes in to try to make the save, but eats a spike piledriver from Kidd. Kidd covers Homicide for three, while the others hold Kingston back.

I wasn't into this at all at the beginning, as it started with just a lot of wandering around the arena with no focus and nothing really happening. It picked up a little toward the end when they finally got in the ring, but it was certainly nothing special and kind of a waste of time. And way, way too long. I do have to say though, so happy to see TJP. Rating: 2

Kingston challenges Kidd to a no ropes, last man standing match at the next big show and says fuck a lot, because he is so ~~edgy~~.

Matt Riddle (c) vs. Zack Sabre Jr. for the NJPW World Television Championship -- The build for this is hilarious, as Zack has said that he has accomplished all he can with the TV title and is ready to chase the world heavyweight title. He doesn't even want this match, and has forced Riddle, the champion, to jump through hoops and beat the other members of TMDK just to get this chance to defend his own title against Zack. Beautiful stuff.

Nice mat start. Zack with an armbar, then he transitions into a knee bar. Riddle reverses the pressure and escapes. Zack ducks two kicks by Riddle. Riddle lands two gut-wrench suplexes without letting go. Riddle goes for a back senton, but Zack catches him in an armbar. Riddle gets to the ropes, but Zack just wrenches back even harder on the arm for five!!!! 😍 Zack slaps Riddle. Riddle responds with a big slap that takes Zack down. Riddle lands round kicks to the chest. Zack catches Riddle's foot and snaps back his toes!! Zack wrenches back on the foot, and stomps the foot into the mat. 😍 Beautiful snap vertical suplex by Zack. Zack grabs the foot again, wrenches back on the ankle, then ties up the legs and transitions into a bow and arrow.

Riddle with an overhand chop, then catches Zack in a hanging armbar in ropes for five. Riddle goes for a knee off the top, but Zack catches the ankle again and goes for an STF, but Riddle gets to the ropes. Riddle lands a German suplex into a bridge for two, then lands a back senton. Riddle misses a moonsault off the top, and Zack just dives into a triangle choke on Riddle, and lays in vicious elbows to the top of the head. 😍 Riddle deadlifts Zack up and powerbombs him to escape, then lands a nice knee strike to the jaw for two! Riddle with round kicks in the corner, then a running elbow shot. Riddle goes for another elbow, but Zack catches him with a tornado DDT, then smoothly rolls into a guillotine on the mat. 😍 Riddle powers up to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Zack reverses into a rear choke. Riddle escapes with a snapmare, then transitions into an armbar, but Zack escapes and grabs an armbar of his own.

Riddle tries to escape with elbows to the jaw, but Zack transitions into a triangle choke. Riddle deadlifts Zack and goes for a powerbomb, but Zack escapes and lands a Zack Driver for two! Zack goes for a PK, but Riddle catches it and grabs a single-leg crab. Zack lands a pele kick to the arm. Riddle lands a German suplex. Riddle lands the corkscrew senton off the top for two! Riddle with round kicks and overhand chops, but Zack catches his leg and lands an overhand chop of his own! Riddle lands a nice jumping knee! Riddle then lands the ripcord knee! Riddle goes for a Tombstone, but Zack counters into a victory roll, then into a Euro clutch pinning combo for two!!!!! Beautiful 😍. Zack lands a round kick to the chest, Riddle responds with a running, jumping knee! Riddle runs for another knee strike perhaps, but Zack stops him and catches him in a pinning combo for three!!!!!

Damn, what a match!!!!! Not to be that guy, but I am in love with Zack Sabre Jr. I cannot express how absolutely incredible he is every time he steps in a ring. Riddle was very good here as well. Great back and forth on the mat. Great use of strikes by Riddle, with Zack almost always using it to his advantage to bait Riddle into a hold. Awesome, violent joint manipulation by Zack. Just an incredible, well-constructed match. I loved every second. Rating: 4.25

Zack says his year didn't start off well. He had his sights set on the world heavyweight title. But he took his baby back. And he needs some industrial cleaner, because he doesn't trust the last champion. This is usually where he would open up the floor to challengers, but he can't be arsed, he's very tired, so he's going straight to the pub. But he will be defending the title in the US very soon, so cheerio, everyone, bye bye.

But here comes Jeff Cobb! He faces off with Zack in the ring. Zack yells, "Not today, I'm tired, we'll do it another time," and offers Cobb a handshake. Cobb accepts it. Zack tries to pull Cobb in for a Zack Driver, but Cobb reverses and picks up Zack. But Zack manages to escape to the outside. Zack asks, "Hawaiian Jeffrey, please, may I have my championship back? And I promise I will give you a championship match another time, just not today, because I'm tired." He compliments Cobb's hair and asks what conditioner he uses. Cobb hands the title back. Zack says thank you and leaves. Lmao. ZSJ, light of my life. Hilarious, great stuff here.

Tomohiro Ishii vs. Nic Nemeth -- They trade chops. Nic stands toe to toe with Ishii. Ishii plows him with a shoulder tackle. Ishii with two hard chops that take Nic off his feet! Ishii lands a brainbuster for two. Nic with a dropkick and a series of elbow drops for two. Weird. Nic tries some elbows, but only one elbow from Ishii puts Nic down. Ishii lands a superplex. Ishii goes for a piledriver, but Nic escapes and locks in a sleeper. Ishii reverses with a sleeper of his own. Nic reverses with an Olympic Slam. Nic lands a DDT for two. Nic goes for a Fameasser, but Ishii catches him in midair with a powerbomb! Nic with a headbutt, then lands the Fameasser for two! Ishii takes Nic down with a lariat for two. Nic ducks a sliding lariat, but Ishii lands an enziguri, then lands the sliding lariat for two! Nic lands a headbutt, Ishii blocks a Danger Zone attempt, then Nic lands a superkick for 2.5! Nic lands a German suplex, but Ishii gets right back up. Ishii ducks another Danger Zone attempt, then Ishii lands a Danger Zone of his own!!! Nice! Ishii absolutely blasts Nic with a lariat!!!!! But Nic kicks out at one! Nic lands a superkick, but Ishii kicks out at one! They collide with lariats at the same time, then trade headbutts, then Ishii just NAILS Nic with a jumping cross body into a cover for two!! Nic escapes a brainbuster attempt, then lands a right hand, a superkick, and a Danger Zone for three!

Wow. I don't know what to say. I mean, I've historically been the world's biggest Ziggler hater, and a huge Ishii mark. So for me, this was a great match, but I attribute it mostly to how well Ishii can carry a match and make anyone look good. Nic held his own here, and it was a nice contrast of styles that managed to work a lot better than I thought it would. But I still think he stands out like a sore thumb in New Japan, and I hate him going over Ishii. Rating: 3.75

Tetsuya Naito (c) vs. Jon Moxley for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship -- Naito takes his sweet time taking off, re-fastening, and taking back off his pants. Naito spits in Moxley's face, throws him outside, runs the ropes, and does the tranquilo pose in the ring. 😍😍 Moxley follows him outside with elbows, then throws him over the barricade, and smashes his head into the announce table. Naito throws Moxley into the barricade in the crowd, grabs a chair, and sits down to relax. Moxley takes him down with a boot to the face. Mox rolls Naito back in, steps on his throat, and lands a spike piledriver for two! Mox with alternating chest chops and round kicks to Naito's historically problematic knees. Naito with a sunset flip, but Mox rolls through into a Figure Four. Mox then transitions into a Texas Clovereaf, then into an STF. Naito gets to the ropes. Mox with multiple kicks to the chest, but Naito just sits back up! Naito catches the foot and rakes the eyes. 😍 Mox lands a brainbuster, then just chokes Naito on the mat. Mox comes off the top, but Naito catches him with a shot to the abdomen, then an enziguri. Naito with a rapid-fire sequence -- Manhattan drop, chop to the chest, and dropkick to the back! Naito goes for a combinación, and his leg gives out, but he follows up quickly with a beautiful neckbreaker for two, then quickly grabs a kravat! Mox gets to his feet, then dumps Naito over the ropes to the apron. They trade elbows to the face! Mox lands a DDT on the apron! Mox rolls in and does the Naito tranquilo pose to boos from the crowd. Nice.

Naito rolls in, and Mox immediately dumps him back outside and goes for topé suicida. But Naito is lying in wait, and nails Moxley as he dives out with a steel chair to the head!!! Geez! Naito lands a nasty neckbreaker on the apron!! Damn! Mox makes it back in at 19.5. Mox is bleeding from the head, what's new. Naito lands a nice tornado DDT off the ropes and sets up for Destino, but Mox stops it with a big lariat! They trade right hands and elbows in the middle of the ring! Naito laughs and spits in Mox's face. 😍😍 Mox spits back. Mox locks in a sleeper. Naito backs Mox hard into the corner to escape, but Mox follows up with a curb stomp to the head for two!!! Mox goes back to the sleeper with body scissors on the mat, then transitions to the bulldog choke. Naito gets to his feet, but Mox holds onto the sleeper. Naito drops down and escapes with a victory roll for two!! Naito with repeated, nasty elbows to the head and goes for Destino, but Mox escapes! Mox lands a cutter, then Paradigm Shift and covers, but Naito kicks out at 2.5!!! Naito chants from the crowd!!! Mox goes for Paradigm Shift again, but Naito escapes and lands Destino!! Cover! Mox kicks out at 2.5!!!! Naito goes for Destino again, Mox blocks it and lands two strong elbows, then lands a second Paradigm Shift and covers. Naito kicks out again at 2.5!!!! Mox pulls Naito back up, then puts him down hard with a huge lariat and covers, but Naito kicks out at one!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!! Mox lands a high angle Death Rider!! Cover! 1, 2, 3!!!

Wtffffffffff!!#^#^#($*!@%@$#<$>!!!!!!!!!! I could literally throw up at the sight of Moxley pinning Naito and holding that title. Disgusting. Wtf is the plan?? He doesn't work for this company?? Why does this stupid shit always happen at Naito's expense???? It's hard for me to even talk about the match. It was a fantastic match. But what else does anyone expect from the man himself, big match Tetsuya Naito? Naito makes every main event feel big and important, and this was no different. Moxley works Naito's knees and Naito works the neck to set up Destino. Some great spots throughout, and a great build to the dramatic, back and forth finish. Naito gave Moxley a moment he should be kissing Naito's boots for. Rating: 4.25

You deserve it chants after the match. Fuck that. Moxley says this was a treat for everyone who may not get the chance to fly across the ocean to see a New Japan show. Moxley says he is just getting started, and his first order of business is to pick who is coming at him first. He calls the shots now. He says he has beaten a lot of Japanese legends in the last five years, but he isn't going to back down from the young lions. He calls out Shota Umino. But he then gets attacked from behind by Ren Narita, who grabs the mic and says he will be the next challenger. Umino comes out to save Moxley. Moxley says Narita just graduated from behind a young boy to being a dead man.

I guess Moxley putting over Umino with their history and all could save this garbage. But why couldn't Umino just be the one to go over Naito later on this year or something? Why do we need to involve Moxley? Do they think this increases American viewership? I don't understand. Someone help me understand.

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sam, when nott might die and doesn't want to bend rules to potentially save her: no, no, I'll take the damage, it's fine

liam, instantly: do you want my character to turn evil already?

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Fear Itself: Deadpool 3 of 3 -October 2011-

"From Tusk Till Dawn" (1-11 of 22)

writer: Christopher Hastings

pencils: Bong Dazo

inks: Joe Pimentel

colors: Matt Milla

letters: Simon Bowland

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You asked for Spencer Reid and Reader requests, particularly plus size, and I am so down bad for that man! Especially later seasons him.

Could I have one where he and the reader are intellectual peers but also enemies? Like she's on the team and just as wicked smart as him and into old literature and languages but they constantly butt heads? And the team knows they really just have feelings for each other, but they'll never admit it. Maybe the reader admits it to Penelope or someone one night drinking that he's hot but she never thought he'd actually sleep with her bc she's fat, but she'll take his attention any way she can get it. Maybe Spencer overhears and proceeds to show her just how hot he finds her arguing with him? 👀 Thank you in advance, girlie!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

— pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader

— summary: you and spencer hate each other, that much is obvious... right?

— warnings: very surprisingly crude language in this, self-doubt, implied insecurities, misunderstandings, e2l, they're in love and everyone else knows besides them, i made them dorks i don't apologize, mentions of wet dreams, mentions of male masturbation, dirty thoughts, kissing, stripping, vaginal fingering, spencer's dirty mouth, lots of reassurance 'cause i'm a sap, spencer reid #1 consent king, missionary, unprotected sex, sex god spencer?!?! (he does his research), pleasure dom!spencer, switch r & spencer, heavy praise, and a fluffy ending to tie this all up in a nice little bow!

— wc: 3136

⋆ a/n: okay i do admit that this is RIDICULOUSLY long, but i knew exactly what i was getting into writing this and honestly i had so much fun! i don't think i've ever created such characters that have so much chemistry with each other, so cheers to that! (unedited unfortunately :[)

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As soon as you hear Spencer’s voice, you make a point to groan obnoxiously loud.

“And just to think I would be able to go home without a headache today.” 

You could feel the glare from said man burning a hole in the back of your head, so you swivel your chair around in order to face the music – in a pleasurable masochist kind of way. His annoyingly handsome face was twisted up in irritation – much to your glee – his eyebrows turned down, and his perfect, plush lips pulled into a deep frown. 

You could tell you had interrupted him saying something that he deemed important, most likely a fact that you and him would go back and forth on, and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself.

“Funny you mention that seeing as though your voice is the cause of mine.” He bit back, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Aw, you think of my voice?” You tease. “Only in my nightmares.” You wink at him. “You still think about me.”.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Luke piped up from his own desk, drawing the attention from your other intrigued co-workers in the bullpen. “Oh here we go.” Tara said in amusement at Luke’s rambling.

“Back when I was a kid there was this girl that I went to school with, and I would always tug on her hair or try to trip her,” His voice was almost reminiscent. “Everyone thought I hated her, when in reality I was just trying to get her attention.”

“Ah,” Matt said with a smile, “The classic ‘boy bullying the girl he likes,’ or in this case, it’s the girl this time.” Your cheeks began to heat and your eyes went wide, Spencer’s own face and the tips of his ears turning an admirable pink hue.

“Absolutely not -”

“What? No -”

Both Spencer and you stumbled over each other to try and defend yourself, but you didn’t have a chance because Emily’s voice cut through whatever was about to be said next, the woman making haste from her office and into the room with the round table.

“Alright you guys, enough. We’ve got a case.”

“To a job well done!” Penelope cheered as she held up her citrusy alcoholic beverage in the air, signaling she wanted to toast.

You smiled indulgently at the woman sitting next to you, clinking your glass with hers noisily and flickering your eyes over to where a disheveled Spencer Reid sat. You didn’t say anything to him though, because you’re a big ol’ softie and like to let the boy wonder rest before you have him back on his toes.

His eyes met yours the same time your glasses collided. You wish you could say that the vibrations from the clinking was the cause of the shiver that forced its way down your spine, but you knew better. 

It was like the rest of the bar disappeared, the sound of the others joining in on your rejoicing fell on deaf ears. You could have sworn his dark brown puppy-dog eyes drank you in before he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a rather comically large gulp of his water.

Your eyelashes fluttered like a thousand butterflies wings as you rushed to drink your own beverage.

“Okay, what was that!?” You felt Penelope’s finger poke at your ribs before you actually heard her. 

“Ow - fuck! What was what?” You yelped quietly, your hand reaching down to bat away her stabbing digits. “The - the -” She fought to portray her words before her face lit up when she found the correct ones, “The eyefucking!” 

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, “Eyefucking? What eyefucking?” You asked with a scoff, hiding your blush behind the rim of your mug. 

“Oh, please, don’t give me that.” It was Penelope’s turn to scoff at you. “Everybody knows that you and Spencer like each other.” She said it almost like it was a fact, leaning forward to take a smug sip of her drink through the miniature black straw.

Spencer knew listening in on Penelope and your conversation was inappropriate; but in his defense, you guys weren’t really quiet about what you were talking about.

“I -” He heard you begin, “It’s one-sided.” Was all you said before draining your beer. “So you admit it!” Penelope exclaimed with a gasp.

Spencer felt his eyes go wide at her words, but there was this desperate feeling that spread throughout his body; one that caused his fingers to twitch and the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“When you put it like that it sounds childish!” You complained slightly, biting at the meat of your lip. “I… I’m just not his type you know? Like - you know better than anyone that guys don’t pay attention to girls like us, so you have to learn to improvise.” You were cringing at your own words, but the liquid in your cup was enough to loosen your tongue and lower your inhibitions.

“Was me choosing to constantly argue with him the smartest way to try and peak his interest? No, but I knew he liked a challenge and well… it definitely wasn’t the proudest conclusion I ever came to, but what was I supposed to do? It isn’t like Spencer would date me let alone actually want to sleep with me.”

Spencer wanted to argue with you about how wrong you were, to tell you about every thought he’d ever had about you.

He wanted to tell you about how much you frustrate him, how at first, he thought he hated you and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize he hated how badly he wanted you; hated how many dirty dreams he had included you and that plush body of yours. He’d wondered how soft you were, how you smelled and tasted. 

Did your moans and whines sound as enchanting as your laugh? Did your eyes twinkle the same way when you were about to cum? 

Those thoughts kept him up at night and his hands in his pants, stroking himself to his unlimited imagination all revolved around you. Those were the days that he was more prone to pick fights with you, mostly because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and quite frankly plain ol’ horny.

Spencer thought you were just so sexy, especially when he had managed to light that fire under your ass that really got you going. He wasn’t a sadist or a masochist by any means, but he loved when you yelled at him. So, for you to think so lowly of yourself it almost drove him mad because you didn’t know.

But you were going to.

You were going to kill whoever was bothering you on your day off.

The knocking was unexpected, but so was who was responsible for the noise.

“Spencer?” You asked in surprise. 

Usually you were prepared for your exchanges with the man, but if your pajamas were anything to go by, you were anything but. Spencer felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your tits sitting braless in a thin undershirt, your soft tummy slightly straining against the cotton material and a pair of shorts that look like they were practically strangling your thighs.

The only thing he could really say was… “Do you know how infuriating you are?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest, and little did you know the action pressed the tops of your breasts over the hemline. “Excuse me?” You almost scoffed, “Please don’t tell me you came all the way here just to argue with me.”

“No I - fuck just let me finish.” This was not how he wanted this to go. You looked like you wanted to say something but your curiosity made you choose to stay silent.

“Do you know why you’re so infuriating?” He asked, taking a tentative but careful step towards you. “Because you haunt my every living thought. I see you when I’m awake, I see you when I’m asleep. I can’t… I can’t escape you! I can’t escape how I feel about you.”

Your eyes were wide and your brows were furrowed; it looked like you almost couldn’t breathe.

“But you want to know the worst part?” His hand lands on your cheek and his thumb gently caresses the skin there. “You have the audacity to think that I wouldn’t want you.” 

“You want me?” You asked in disbelief. “But I… but I thought you hated me? I mean - I haven’t been all that nice to you.” You attempt to joke weakly, but your body is on fire; your stomach is tangled up in knots. You were trembling in excitement at his words but in disbelief too.

“Do you have any idea how much I love arguing with you?”

You laughed at his words, your lips slipping into a small smirk as you threw your arms around his neck in an act of boldness. “Oh yeah?” You hummed seductively. “You wanna show me how much?”

“Yeah,” He replied breathlessly. “I do.”

And just like that his mouth was on yours and a long leg shot out behind him to shut your front door. The slam made you yelp, but it quickly melted into a giggle against his lips when he reconnected them.

Spencer tugged you closer to him, and God the feeling of your body was so much better than anything his subconscious could have conjured up. You felt so soft and the front part of your torso pressed against his chest in a way that if he didn’t have you naked under him soon he was going to go crazy.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He didn’t want to pull away from you, but he wanted to do this right.

“I didn’t know you were a gentleman, Reid.” You teased with a dazed smile on your face. “There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me.” You quirked a brow. “Oh really? How about you tell me?”

“Later,” He said with a lazy shake of his head, “Later.”

His hand reached down to cup your ass, your crotch rubbing on the large boner restrained by his pants. You moaned quietly at the feeling, and found yourself saying, “Down the hall and to the left.”

When you arrived, he couldn’t keep his hands off you; they grabbed at your back, ass, waist, hips. There was so much of you that he had no idea where to start. All he knew is that he wanted all of you right now.

“Can I take your shirt off, please?” His words almost came out as a whine and it welcomed a fresh wave of arousal in your panties. “Take off whatever you want, I’m yours.” A reassuring confession that Spencer had no idea he needed to hear. 

His lithe, veiny hands tugged at your top first, dragging it over your head and throwing it somewhere random. Your pants and panties were next to go and you couldn’t help but shiver at Spencer's intense stare.

“I’m uh- feeling a little vulnerable here, could you lose a layer or two?” 

The man blinked rapidly, his fingers shooting to undo the buttons on his cardigan. “Yes, yeah of course, sorry I -'' You grabbed the shaky digits. “Calm down, take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a light jab meant to ease his nerves. For a moment he looked unsure but you gave an encouraging smile.

After his clothes disappeared he held you by your waist, walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. You quickly hurried to scale the mattress until your head hit the pillows.

“God,” Spencer gulped. “This is so much better than what I imagined.” You giggled slightly. “As much as I appreciate your flattery, I want you to fuck me. Now.” You said it with such simplicity that his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at your crudeness.

He swallowed his shock. “Whatever the lady wants.”

He hurried to crawl over your leaning body; you cup his cheek in an act of haste, dragging him down to lay on top of you. His own hands didn’t stop their determined trail, tracing the soft planes of your plush body until he reached your wet cunt.

You whine loudly at the feeling of Spencer’s fingers stroking your damp slit.

“So responsive.” He murmured with delighted smirk. You go to say something snarky but you’re quickly cut off when he begins to rub tight circles on your clit. “‘M sensitive.” You gasp against his lips, your back arching and pressing further into him.

His body falls to the side, laying next to your naked one with a cheek balanced on his fist. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” Spencer whispers into your ear. His ring finger entered your warmth slowly and he felt himself choke on his words. You mewled, a hand shooting up to tangle in his long, curly hair, the other grabbed at his wrist.

“Then, I’m gonna make you cum on my cock.” After a few experimental twists of his wrist, his middle finger joins the first. Your breathing speeds up with every movement of his digits. 

“Afterwards, ‘m gonna clean you up and take you out to eat.” Your brain could barely process what he was saying, but every word that left his mouth added to the swarming butterflies in your gut – which felt so juvenile seeing as though he was already knuckle deep inside you.

“And when we get home, I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy for dessert.” 

Your eyelashes were fluttering rapidly, your hips moving frantically on his fingers in an attempt to try and get him deeper. Spencer must have sensed what you needed, because with a few firm swipes on your sensitive clit sent you spiraling over the edge.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer… I - I -” Your gummy walls squeezed his digits, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the heat coming from his body.

“Wow.” You laughed breathlessly. “Wow indeed.” He mimics with the same amount of amusement.

“Are you okay to keep going?” He asks. 

“Are you kidding?” The look on his face was almost laughable, and you gave his naked chest an encouraging pat. “Hell yeah I’m good, how about you?”

“If I told you I could cum just from watching you, would you believe me?” You roll your eyes and snort. “We’ll find out later, loverboy. Get up here.”

He scrambles to get on top of you, but then stops. “Wait, wait,” He reaches behind your head and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips up for me.” Your eyes go wide, because who in the fuck taught him that? Though you move a bit slowly through your surprise, he manages to get the soft thing under you, your lower back now elevated.

But all excitement dies out when he realizes there might be no protection, he looks like he could almost cry.

“It’s cool, Spence. I’m on the pill and I… I haven’t had sex with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.” You admit shyly, your eyes casting to the side nervously. “I’m clean too. I don’t really remember the last time I’ve had sex either.” 

You guys make eye contact and erupt into a fit of giggles, “To relearning the art of sexual intercourse then.” Spencer scrunches his nose up at your wording, but you don’t give him any time to retort because you’ve already placed two hands on his face, tugging his head down to kiss your smile-split lips.

He takes the time to kiss you for a moment before reaching down to line his dick up to your entrance. You both shiver at the sensation. You guys disconnect your lips to watch him enter you, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingled in anticipation.

You moaned in unison when he slowly but surely seethed himself in you fully, and your body tensed at the long awaited intrusion. “Gimme a sec.” You gulped. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He panted.

You allowed yourself a moment to relax, brushing your fingers through his curls as a way to comfort Spencer as well. After taking a few more seconds to enjoy the raw, intimate moment between the two of you, you said, “Okay. Okay, I’m good.” 

Spencer licked his lips and rolled his hips tentatively, and your breath hitched. A string of whimpers were soon to follow with every drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls, the leftovers of your previous orgasm leaving your body feeling electric.

Your mouth drops open into an ‘o’ shape when his tip brushes your g-spot.

“Right - right there Spence…good boy - fuck - good fucking boy.” 

The term of endearment was an accidental slip of the tongue, but it had frayed some nerve in his body, because the groan that left him was guttural and hungry.

“Say -” He huffs. “Say it again, please.” The pace of his thrusts speed up as he begs, and your nails drag down his back. “You’re my good boy, Spencie.” His eyes flutter shut at the praise and he doesn’t bother to be gentle anymore.

“Mphm! More - I need more.”

“Okay, okay.” He rushed to balance on his elbow so that his other arm could slip between the two of your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arched, and Spencer all but throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening and threatening to cum right then and there; but ever the gentleman, he waited, his stomach sucked in tightly and his body jolting quivering.

“I - I’m gonna cum.” 

It didn’t take much to pull you into a kiss. It was sloppy, and messy, and lewd and all of those other wonderful synonyms. Spit dribbled down your chins and with one last hard thrust that almost sent you up the bed, you gripped onto the older man for dear life.

Everything went white as you came; your hearing, your vision, every single cognitive thought you had pretty much flew out the window.

It was Spencer gently wiping the sweat off of your brow that brought you back down to reality, your lungs finally opening up and expanding for that much needed air.

“Hey,” He cooed. “There you are.”

“Hi,” You sighed with a ditzy smile on your face.

There was a moment of silence before you said, “How about we save the oral for breakfast?” Spencer laughed, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. “That sounds perfect.”

“So, what’s for dessert then?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Hm…” You pondered for a moment. 

“How about ice cream?”

“I like ice cream.” But then he added, “But I like you more.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You groaned, covering your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “I like you too, I guess.”

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Who Is The Loudest Loudmouth?

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[sturnioz]

shy!matt struggles to control himself when you give him head — he can't help it. it just feels too good. requested by. @bernardsbendystraws [ porn link provided ]

matt convinced himself that wearing a blindfold would help him feel more grounded, an idea that he couldn't really explain why, but he was so wrong.

instead of providing the comfort he thought he would have, the fabric only heightened his senses, amplifying every sensation he felt to an unbearable degree — a choked, guttural noise escaping his lips as he feels your breath, warm and teasing, ghosting over the tip of his cock that leaks with pre-cum.

his hips jerk, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa and mouth falling open as your hands wrap around him, pumping him in slow, languid motions, your tongue continuously flicking over the tip.

you're staring at him through your lashes as you stroke him, a grin spreading across your face as matt alternates between gasps and airy whines, his teeth gnawing down on his plush bottom lip to silence himself when he gets too noisy — although, you wouldn't mind, you are home alone.

fixing your position between his parted legs, knees a little tender and sore, you speed up your motions, stroking him. matt huffs out a breath as his head rolls to the side, your hands working quicker on his wet cock.

when you press your thumb to his tip, matt lets out a soft whimper, thighs trembling with each flick of your wrist as your grip tightens on him, squeezing to apply the right pressure that causes him to sink further down into the sofa cushions.

"how does it feel? feel good?" you dare to ask, unable to wipe the grin off of your face as you feel him twitch in your palm.

"g..good," he breathes out heavily, licking his lips. his fingers grip the cushions tighter, knuckles turning white as his stomach sucks in with a deep inhale, choking on air as you gently press your lips to his tip. "n-no, fuck. cum.. m'gonna cum."

you heart swells at how his voice cracks, how his tone sounds so whiney and helpless — but this is exactly what you wanted, gripping him tightly as your pump your hands around him, leaving your arm to ache at the speed and movement.

"fuuuck.. m'cummin'." matt cries with a long drawn out moan of your name and you immediately open your mouth, taking him in to feel thick ropes of cum shoot down the back of your throat.

matt's hands grip the back of your head in an instant, pressing your head down more, feeling you gag around him when your nose grazes his stomach. a mess of cum and drool bubble from the corners of your mouth as he grinds himself against your throat to feel it tighten around him, before he begins to uncontrollably thrust, driven by the sounds of your gagging.

it gets a little harder to breathe — tears brimming at your waterline, choking on the cum that repeatedly paints the back of your throat as matt fucks your mouth through his orgasm. you try your best to breathe steadily through your nose for him to enjoy it longer, but your feel his fingers fist your hair, slowly dragging his cock out of your mouth as he pulls your head back.

you gasp once the oxygen settles back into your lungs, grabbing onto his thighs for support and you watch through teary vision as matt quickly reaches for his blindfold, fingers making haste work of untying it.

once he pulls it off, he blinks to adjust to the harsh light, squinting slightly. his eyes move down to you between his legs, and he feels hot in the cheeks and flustered seeing how out of breath you look — and the saliva and cum around your lips — but he pushes that to the side, immediately cupping your cheeks.

"m'so sorry, baby. m'sorry, i..." matt panics as he apologies profusely, stroking your cheekbones. "fuck — m'so fuckin' sorry. felt too good cummin' in your mouth and i just — i couldn't help myself.. fuck—"

"it's alright," you reassure him, your throat hoarse from it being fucked and matt winces at the sound, leaning down to wrap his arms around you, his cheeks warm against yours as he holds you close, muttering his apologies again as you reassure once more. "it's okay, baby."

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

In His Element

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: After watching Matt cross examine a witness, your patience is worn thin, leaving you to plead with the devil.

warnings: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. fingering, brief masturbation, descriptions of fem genitalia, dom!Matt's filthy mind, and also him being so attractive

a/n: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER SMUT THAT WASN'T GHOST WRITTEN SO IT MIGHT NOT BE GREAT. I am going to keep practicing for y'all though! As always, please comment/reblog and leave me feedback if you desire :)

w/c: 3.5k

With clammy fingers, you smoothed your wrinkled skirt until it lay flat over your knees, crossing your ankles under the pew you were seated in. In your haste to find a seat before the trial resumed, you’d landed directly below an A/C vent, which was blowing a harsh current over you. The hair along your limbs stood on end, your heart pumping your blood in smaller loops, leaving your extremities to slowly wither. It should’ve been uncomfortable, but you were far too focused on the heat churning in your gut as your eyes followed your partner’s pacing form.

Hands stacked loosely over the handle of his cane, Matt’s head tilted slightly as he prepared to ask the prosecution’s witness a question. He was facing away from you, but you could imagine the exact emotionless-yet-somehow-haughty expression that graced his face. It was one of the attributes of your boyfriend’s stoic appearance that emerged behind the courtroom doors that you found mind-numbingly attractive.

“Officer Bauer,” Matt’s voice sent a shudder down your spine. Though the man wore a literal mask most nights, he had a variety of metaphorical personality-masks that suited various environments—his everyday polite demeanor, the protective and concerned boyfriend that always surfaced whenever you were threatened or hurt, and, notably, the serious, calculating attorney persona he adopted during his trials.

Biting your tongue to freeze your body in place, you inhaled slowly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. A quick glance to the jury confirmed that you were not the only one entranced by the dark-haired man as he strode back and forth, a few feet in front of the witness stand. He had you all captivated.

Shifting his weight to his heels, Matt was angled enough that you could see the innocent smile he directed at the man sweating on the stand. “Can you tell me what you were doing at the corner of 52nd and 8th on the afternoon of Thursday, March 6th?”

A simple question, innocuous enough that the callous man he was questioning let out an indignant scoff as he answered. ”Patrolling.“

You rolled your eyes at his single word response, his disdain for the judicial process evident in his slouched posture and bored tone. He was practically falling asleep in the worn leather chair, his half-lidded eyes trained on Matt like a dazed serpent. The man looked foul and, from the little that Matt had told you, his personality matched.

Despite the apathetic participant he was dealing with, Matt remained calm and composed. His smile widened marginally, revealing a flash of his pristine teeth as he huffed in amusement.

"Of course. And when you were on patrol you noticed the defendant amongst a group of young adults. Is that correct?"

Your chest was convulsing as your heart pounded from your rib cage. Matt was exceptionally intelligent and had explained his tactic for cross-examining this inattentive cop, but that didn't make it any less suspenseful as you watched his game of cat and mouse play out before your very eyes.

The officer's slitted eyes wandered to the ceiling as he sighed. "Yeah."

"Can you describe the group to me?" Matt lifted his shoulders as he posed the question, not quite shrugging, but definitely indicating that, while he believed the leathery-skinned witness had not yet satisfied his curiosity.

“Buncha kids. Messin around.” Four words rather than one. That was progress, right? Akin to the marble rolling down a track at the beginning of a complex Rube Goldberg machine. The task was far from accomplished, but there was motion somewhere within the structure.

“And, as your partner stated earlier, most of the kids were white, is that correct?” The first hint of something substantial. You pressed your lips together, holding in a smile as your mind started to piece together the rocky, cobblestone path your boyfriend was laying for his uncooperative witness.

“Yes.”

“What encouraged you and your partner to approach the defendant and other students in the park?” Tone laced with what sounded like genuine curiosity, Matt raised a brow at the arresting officer. His ability to color his voice in a way that would appeal to the jury never ceased to amaze you.

“We got news of a nearby break in, and they were actin' suspicious.”

At this point, you were pretty much tuning the lazy cop out—waiting for Matt to open his mouth again, to speak in the beautifully deep, almost hoarse way he always did when defending his clients. His words were direct, controlled in the same manner his general conduct was, his anger and need for justice hidden behind an expressionless facade.

It was intoxicating, his ability to hold back. Almost as divine as his ability to let go.

“Can you describe these suspicious activities for the court?”

Fidgeting with a loose thread on the hem of your skirt, you let Matt's voice drape over you like a wool blanket on a winter night. Comforting, warm, and a tad prickly. Only ears as finely tuned to the man's peculiarities could pick up the barbed edge of his questioning—thousands of serrated teeth waiting to ensnare the animal as soon as it was within their grasp. Knowing how talented your partner was in his field, that moment wasn't far away.

The chair creaked as the cop shifted with a hefty shrug. “Ya know, talkin' all low to each other, shovin' things in their bags while lookin' over their shoulder...” He trailed off, mashing a fist against his nose with an awful throat clearing sound.

“And, while on your patrol, you noticed the group acting this way.” More of a statement than a question. Matt was closing in.

“Yea, that’s what I just said.” The cop snorted, completely unaware of the brutal fate that awaited him.

“So you and your partner decided to intervene?” Matt reasoned aloud. He was pacing again. Your attention had been solely on his voice, not his footsteps.

“Course that’s our job.” The ignorant man to the right of the judge shifted again in his seat, his frustration visibly growing as Matt continued to hurl benign and repetitive questions at him.

“And when you exited your vehicle, what happened?” Matt asked.

“They took off.” Bauer answered, irritated.

“On foot?” Matt clarified.

“Yes.” The witness rubbed forcefully at the bridge of his nose again.

“And it’s true that my client left with them?” Gesturing softly to the young woman seated at the defense's table to indicate to the room who his client was, in case they needed a reminder.

 “Yes.” Bauer confirmed.

“So the entire group dispersed on foot?” Matt asked with an air of confusion. His rumbling baritone lifting on the tail end to indicate his dismay.

“Yep.” Bauer grit his teeth, tiring quickly as Matt persisted.

“At the same time?” Matt asked with the same bewildered look on his face.

“Yes.” His witness growled.

“The same group that was acting in a suspicious manner?” Matt questioned.

“Yes. I just said that.” Voice raising, you could see Bauer's face getting redder by the second.

“Then can you tell me, Officer Bauer, why you and your partner BOTH decided to pursue my client?”

Bauer's eyes flashed with something similar to understanding, his mouth remaining clamped shut as Matt stepped closer, closing in on his prey.

“You’ve previously reported and just now confirmed that the entire group left when they noticed you approaching. Yet you and your partner both were solely focused on my client rather than any of the other members of the group. Tell me, officer, is that because of her race?” Matt's words flew out of his mouth rapidly, a string of poorly concealed accusations within them.

You barely had time to appreciate Matt's ingenuity before the lead prosecutor bolted out of her seat. "Objection, Your Honor, that is clearly leading."

"Sustained. Counselor?" The judge glanced at Matt for his next move.

Holding up a hand, Matt didn't miss a beat. “I’ll rephrase. Officer, what reason did you have for pursuing my client rather than any of the other students?”

"Well, she was acting weird," Bauer stammered, his eyes bulging with fear. He'd spotted the threat then.

“In the same manner as the rest of the group, as you previously stated, all of whom you approached with your partner. Yet both of you ran after my client.”

“Yes.” Nodding cautiously, Bauer's voice was suddenly small.

“And, besides her race, can you give any other reason she stood out to you as more suspicious than the rest of the group?”

“Objection, leading.” The prosecution called out, her voice a bit shrill with desperation.

"Overruled. Mr. Murdock, please continue with your line of questioning." The judge's gaze flitted between the prosecutor and the witness who was now sweating profusely on the stand.

“Thank you, your honor. Officer Bauer, can you explain to the court exactly how my client was acting differently?” Changing the question slightly, Matt's lips twitched with the hint of a smirk.

“I don’t know, she, she just was!” Bauer cried, flustered.

“Is there any other difference between her and the rest of the group that you can explicitly state other than her appearance or her race?” Matt asked, cheeks twitching as he gleefully listened to the snare clasp around its victim.

“No.” Bauer answered. "But, but it wasn't like that!"

Turning to the judge, Matt's spine was straight with satisfaction as he announced his intentions. “Your honor, the defense would like to file a motion to dismiss this case on the grounds of selective enforcement. The combined testimony of Officers Bauer and Burke demonstrates an intent to frisk my client because she was black, not solely because of her actions, negating the principle of reasonable suspicion.”

The courtroom exploded, the witness and prosecution both howling in protest as the defendant and Matt both smirked. Grinning ecstatically, you stifled a laugh as the uproar continued, until the judge finally granted the dismissal. You couldn’t lessen your smile if you tried. 

Flooding out of the courtroom amidst the sea of spectators and journalists, you stepped out of the current as quickly as you could. Craning your neck over the waves of bobbing heads, you broke into a wide grin when you saw Matt trailing after the masses, cane sweeping inches from their ankles like he was chasing them out. As soon as he was within reach, you called his name, eagerly grasping his outstretched hand and tugging him out of the doorway.

“God, Matty, that was incredible.” You exclaimed breathlessly, wrapping him in a tight hug. His forehead landed against your hair, his nose skimming the shell of your ear as he shook with a resonant chuckle.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss against your neck, a guttural noise slipping out as he did. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

His words were barely audible, a secret to only be shared with you. They sent another wave of need straight to your core. “Matthew,” You mumbled, his name breaking off into a whine.

Another huff of laughter sounded in your ear. Planting another kiss against your neck, Matt's broad hands squeezed your hips. “My place. Now.”

“What about you?” You murmured, mouth watering as every touch from your boyfriend left a lingering patch of heat along your skin.

“I have a few things to finish up here, but I'll be there when I can. I promise.” You didn't need to hear his heartbeat to feel the honesty in his vow.

The idea of waiting for him made your knees tremble, the joints threatening to buckle as Matt swiped a calloused thumb over the bare skin of your waist, his hand beneath your shirt. “Matty, please.”

Matt shushed you sweetly. “Not here, angel. Be a patient girl for me and I'll make all your pain worth it, I promise.”

With one final squish of your hips, Matt separated from you.

The walk to Matt’s apartment was excruciating. With each step, the throbbing between your legs grew more intense. By the time you’d made it up the stairs and flopped onto his couch, you were practically panting with want. 

Now, you were desperately trying to focus on your book, but the words on the page might as well have been gibberish given how little you'd retained since you started. How were you supposed to manage when the image of Matt's parted lips was branded on the back of your eyelids.

“Be a patient girl for me and I'll make all your pain worth it, I promise.”

Patience was never your strongsuit.

Digging your front teeth into your lip, you dropped your head to the arm of Matt's couch with a thunk, whimpering as your discomfort crested. Blowing out a breath, you clenched the paperback book with vigor, fingernails stabbing the parchment inside, scarring it with tiny crescents. If only this book was Matt's broad back.

He loved when you got a little rough with him. You couldn't help it. As soon as his mouth was on you, your eyes shut, vision blanketed with stars. Your hands would grapple for whatever surface they could find to anchor you as Matt rocked the two of you in tandem, your nails carving scratches into Matt's beautiful, sporadically-freckled skin in the process.

The first time it happened, you'd been horrified. Stammering out an apology and offering to apply antibiotic gel to the red marks, but your boyfriend had just smiled, assuring you that he didn't mind.

“Each of those marks is a reminder that I'm yours, sweetheart.”

Arching your back as Matt's dulcet tone echoed in your ears, the book toppled to the ground with a flutter of pages. Hands wandering over your body, you reminded yourself to be patient.

Matt will be here soon. He will.

But not soon enough. A voice buried somewhere in your subconscious warned, encouraging your primal desires and urging your hands to free the hem of your blouse from where it was tucked beneath the waistband of your skirt. Fingertips trailing over the now-exposed skin of your lower belly, you hummed softly as a ripple of pleasure circled out from your fingertips.

Unbuttoning your skirt, you slowly loosened the fabric enough for your hand to dip under it. Dragging a finger over your panties towards your core, you hissed as it finally reached your delicate clit. The bundle of nerves was overly sensitive after being ignored for so long. Pulling the cotton aside, you pushed your finger between your folds, smiling as it danced over your clit. Circling it carefully with a single finger, you shuddered as your body began to buzz with a familiar thrill.

Rocking your hips into your hand slowly, you could barely hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears—which meant that the slam of a closing door caught you off guard.

Yanking your hand out of your underwear with a yelp, you sat up, frantically jerking your head towards the door.

“I thought I told you to wait for me, sweetheart.” Matt's face was shrouded by an array of shadows, the glint of his malicious smirk tinted red in the light of his living room window.

“I—I was!” You mumbled, arousal seeping into your panties as Matt stalked towards you with a laugh.

“You know I can tell when you're lying, sweets. Want to try that again?”

“Depends,” You retorted, adrenaline reigniting the confidence Matt always brought out in you. “Are you planning on apologizing for being so late?”

Chuckling sinfully, Matt cornered you against the back of the couch, fingers deftly unlooping the fabric of your skirt from the remaining buttons. Leaning down until your lips were practically touching, his mouth glanced against yours as he spoke, ignoring your question. "Do you know how difficult it is to remain coherent when you've clouded the entire courthouse in your scent?"

"W-what?" You stammered, gasping shallowly when Matt's teeth grazed the underside of your jaw, his lips kissing languidly along your neck.

"Did you miss me that much, sweetheart? Wanted me to take you right there on the floor before the jury?" Matt purred, making your cheeks thrum with bashful heat.

"I'm not the only one who wanted that, it seems." You grinned, cupping your hand over the noticeable bulge in his pants. “I can't help it, Matt. Watching you in your element...you're intoxicating. I can't listen to two words out of your mouth without wanting to drag you to the nearest bathroom.”

Palming his cock through the layers he wore, Matt growled into the skin of your neck, nipping at your pulse point. Static ricocheted from the impact, freezing you in place as your thighs flexed.

Shedding you of your skirt, Matt gently caressed the cotton covering your drenched pussy. “Can I—”

“Please,” You begged, choking in a breath before Matt's mouth crashed against yours. His stubble bristled against your skin, the small pinpricks a pleasant contrast to his plush lips. Tearing the remaining clothes from your legs, Matt threw his leg over your torso, encouraging you to fully recline against the leather. One hand cupping the back of your head, the other was splayed across your mound, a single dextrous finger parting your glistening lips.

He tasted like salt, like want. His tongue lapping at you like he needed to swallow you whole, like he couldn't get enough.

His cheeks ruffled as a strangled moan escaped him. “You're this wet for me, sweetheart?”

“All for you.” You panted, the air between you growing thick with feverish heat. “Always for you.”

With a beautiful grin, Matt's finger swiped over your entrance. “You ready?”

Nodding sloppily, you brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, tugging him back to your lips. Mouth colliding with yours, the force became bruising when your body rutted upwards, a jolt of satisfaction striking your every cell as Matt's finger entered you.

You hissed as the familiar pleasant pain washed over you. Arching your back as Matt pumped his digit upwards, you moaned, clapping a hand over your mouth as the sound escaped you. 

Matt chuckled. “No need to be quiet, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.”

“So g-good, Matty.” You whimpered, every nerve within your folds quivering as Matt dragged his finger out of you, pushing it in again as he scraped his teeth over your neck. You cried out, vision going black as your body strained to find release. Your fingers dug into the silk beneath you, yanking at the sheets.

As your desperation grew, the rest of your limbs faded into numbness, your brain solely focused on the sensations of Matt’s callouses scraping against your walls—as if he was scratching an itch that had been niggling at you for hours. 

Matt hummed against your throat, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit, making you yelp. The fire within you was out of control, your body drawn taught like the string of a bow. 

Wriggling slightly beneath his touch, your breaths became shallow, your stamina worn thin after watching him in court. You whined, twisting slightly to avoid launching yourself over the alluring edge into heavenly oblivion. 

“So close already, sweets?” He teased, repeatedly strumming the bundle of nerves. 

You moaned in assent, fisting the blankets in your clammy hands. His thick fingers tangled in your hair, giving your locks a tug and drawing a pleased yelp from your mouth. 

“Go on. Come for me.” Matt rasped, his breath fanning over your face. 

The command shoved you over the cliff, your lungs clenching as you stifled a scream. Your tailbone rutted up, your back arching off the mattress. Everything went white, your ears ringing as sheer pleasure coursed through your veins.

Matt was murmuring to you, his words muddled by the blood rushing in your ears. “–at’s my girl. Always such a good girl.” 

Rounding the peak, you collapsed to the mattress, your body trembling viciously. Each beat of your heart shook your rib cage, the motions rippling throughout your limbs. Hands flexing, you hissed as the muscles stretched out of mashed fists. Cupping Matt’s cheeks, you smiled as he eagerly dipped to kiss you. 

“Good?” He asked, the question punctuated by the noise of your lips pulling apart. 

“Fuck, Matty,” You whispered, head still swimming from the influx of oxytocin. “Yes. Yes, it was good. S-so good.” 

Withdrawing his hand from between your legs, Matt cradled you against his chest, brushing a thumb over your nape as your soul re-tethered. Lifting one wobbly leg, you shifted, attempting to throw the leaden weight over him, but Matt gently caught you by the thigh, encouraging you to relax. 

“What about you, love?” You asked, drawing in a harsh breath when Matt’s teeth nipped under your ear, his fingers already spreading your legs again.

“Later.” He huffed, his stiff length falling against your plush hip. “I’m not done with you quite yet.”

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