#and so we meet again lobster man

[four-4-dream-land]

[expvrgction] "You and the pink child speak to and of the other merman an awful lot. Does he have any visible mark on one of his shoulders? Kelp hiding his chest, perhaps?" (Davoth @ Bandanna Dee. oh no, considering this man frightened bandanna and almost drowned him)

"Ack!!"

What the-where did he come from??? This towering figure...Bandanna had seen him before! Those red beacons once again bore into him, his heart and mind clutched by the memories of that awful day of fishing. His stubby arms shook, but he eventually managed to whip out his spear to brandish it.

"...M-M-Maybe we have, maybe we haven't! What's it to you? Wh-Why do you care?!!?"

Oh, he knew exactly who the monster was referring to, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to allow anyone else to fall into Davoth's clutches, if he could help it.

[pucksandpower]

Young Love and Old Money

Max Verstappen x Stroll!Reader

Summary: Max quickly learns that life with the paddock’s favorite nepo baby as his girlfriend is never boring

You take a deep breath as the town car pulls up to the grand arched doorway of your family’s Montreal estate. Beside you, Max squeezes your hand gently.

“Don’t worry, schatje,” he says, “Your father will love me.”

You smile nervously. “I hope so. But you know how protective he can be.”

Max grins. “I can handle it.”

The driver opens the door and you step out into the crisp night air, your heels clicking on the cobblestone. Max follows, straightening his suit jacket.

Inside, the foyer glitters with crystal chandeliers. A maid hurries to take your coats. As she leads you to the formal dining room, your heart pounds.

This dinner needs to go perfectly.

Your father and Lance are already seated at the long mahogany table, chatting. They look up as you enter and break into smiles.

“Y/N!” Your father exclaims warmly, standing to embrace you. “So wonderful to see you, mon minou.”

You hug him tightly back. “You too, Papa.”

Lance grins as he hugs you next. “Hey sis. Long time no see.”

You playfully mess up his hair. “Too long, little bro.”

Finally, you turn to Max, who is waiting patiently. “Papa, Lance, you already know my boyfriend, Max.”

Max steps forward confidently and shakes their hands. “Mr. Stroll, Lance, it’s an honor to finally meet you both properly.”

Your father looks Max up and down appraisingly. “The honor is mine, Max. Please, call me Lawrence.”

You let out a small sigh of relief as you all take your seats. So far, so good.

The first course is brought out — a decadent lobster bisque. You all sip appreciatively.

“Delicious,” Max compliments.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” your father says graciously. “Now, tell me Max, how is your season going so far?”

You tense slightly. Here it comes, the interrogation.

But Max just smiles. “It’s been excellent. A few tough races, but I’m leading the championship at the moment. The car has great pace and I think we have a shot at the title again this year.”

Lance jumps in enthusiastically. “I saw your battle with Charles last race when I was rewatching the tape. Epic stuff, man!”

“Thanks, mate,” Max chuckles. “It was a fun one for sure.”

You exhale in relief. Max is charming them perfectly.

The conversation flows easily through the next few courses. You can’t help but gaze admiringly at Max as he seamlessly meshes with your family. He has a natural confidence and charisma that puts everyone at ease.

Over dessert, your father says warmly, “Max, I can see why my Y/N cares for you. You’re clearly an exceptional young man, both on and off the track.”

Max smiles, touched. “Thank you, sir. Y/N is very special to me.” He squeezes your hand.

You beam, your heart swelling. This is going even better than you hoped.

You finish up the chocolate mousse and set down your spoon contentedly. “That was delicious. This dinner has been wonderful, thank you Papa.”

“Of course,” your father says fondly. “I’m so glad you both could make it out here from Monaco.”

“Thank you for having me,” Max adds.

“Anytime,” Lawrence smiles.

You glance around the table happily. Your boyfriend fits right in with your family. Everything feels so natural and perfect.

“Daddy, could you please pass the sugar?” You ask amiably.

Immediately, both Max and your father’s hands reach for the small pot of sugar in the center of the table. They both freeze awkwardly for a second, before Lawrence pulls his hand back slowly.

You feel your stomach drop as you see the dawning realization cross your father’s face.

Oh no.

This is bad.

Lawrence’s smile becomes forced. “So tell me Max, what exactly does my daughter call you?”

Max’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. “Um, just Max usually.”

You sink down in your chair, wincing.

Your father lets out a hollow laugh. “Is that so? Because it didn’t sound like that to me.”

A leaden silence descends on the table. Lance glances between you all, smothering a smirk.

Max clears his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, that’s just a casual nickname really ...”

Lawrence raises an eyebrow. “A casual nickname you say? For my daughter to call her boyfriend in front of her family?”

You close your eyes, willing yourself to vanish. This is excruciatingly embarrassing.

“Dad, come on,” Lance snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “They’re young, it’s whatever.”

“No Lance, it’s not whatever,” your father snaps, an edge in his voice now. “I would like Max to explain himself here.”

Max holds up his hands placatingly. “Sir, I apologize if we’ve made you uncomfortable. But I assure you our relationship is completely respectful.”

You nod quickly. “Papa, he’s right. Can we please just move on?”

But Lawrence is unyielding. “I will not have anyone take liberties with my daughter, do you understand me, young man?”

Max looks properly chastened. “Yes sir, of course. I meant no offense.”

Your father bristles as he glares between you. The awkward tension hovers for several painful moments.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Papa, stop!” You blurt out. “I’m an adult now. You can’t control what I choose to do with my boyfriend.”

Lawrence looks stunned, then hurt. “Y/N, I’m just looking out for you ...”

“I know, but I don’t need protecting from Max. He’s wonderful and he makes me so happy. Can’t you let me make my own choices?”

Your father’s expression softens. He sighs. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just … so hard for me to think of you growing up.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand. “I know. But I’ll always be your little girl.”

Lawrence smiles tenderly at you, then turns to Max. “Forgive my outburst, son. I can see how much you care for each other.”

Max looks relieved. “Of course, sir. I understand completely.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Crisis averted.

Your father stands, raising his glass. “To young love. May you always treat my daughter with the honor and respect she deserves.”

“I will, sir,” Max promises earnestly.

You all clink glasses, the tension dissolving. Conversation resumes, lighter and more relaxed now.

Later, as Max helps you on with your coat, your father claps him warmly on the back. “Thank you for making my daughter so happy. You’ll always be welcome in our home.”

Max’s face lights up. “Thank you, sir. That means the world.”

Lawrence winks. “I was young once too, you know. Just maybe keep the nicknames to yourselves around me.”

You all laugh together. Your heart swells with joy. Despite the awkward moments, the evening couldn’t have gone better.

As the chauffeur drives off into the night, you snuggle contentedly into Max’s shoulder. “Thank you for being so wonderful tonight,” you whisper.

He kisses your hair. “Of course, liefje. I would do it all over again for you.”

***

The sleek red Ferrari glints under the showroom lights as you and Max admire your reflection in the gleaming curves.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Max grins, running his hand along the hood. “I can’t wait to take her out on the open road.”

You smile at his childlike enthusiasm. “She certainly is gorgeous. You have great taste, babe.”

The salesman steps forward eagerly. “Yes, the Ferrari SF90 Stradale is our newest supercar model. Twin-turbo V8, 720 horsepower. She’ll do 0 to 60 in under three seconds.”

Max’s eyes light up. “Incredible. I think I’m in love already.”

You laugh. “Should I be jealous?”

“Never,” Max winks, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

The salesman smiles indulgently. “Why don’t we step into my office to finalize the paperwork?”

“Sounds good,” Max agrees, lacing his fingers through yours as you follow the salesman.

In the sleek minimalist office, you both take a seat across from the desk as the salesman pulls up Max’s file.

“Excellent. Everything looks in order, Mr. Verstappen,” he says briskly. “If you just sign here and here, we’ll get you all set up.”

Max eagerly scrawls his signature on the documents. You watch in amusement — he reminds you of a kid on Christmas morning.

“Alright, congratulations!” The salesman stands and shakes Max’s hand. “The SF90 is all yours. We’ll have her prepped and ready for you within the hour.”

“Amazing, thanks so much,” Max grins, standing up.

You’re about to follow him out when a flash of black catches your eye. Through the office window, you spot a brand new Ferrari model on display in the showroom.

“Ooh what’s that one?” You ask curiously, gazing at the aggressive curves and styling.

The salesman glances over. “The new 812 Competizione A. It is a limited edition 599-unit production run. Just unveiled last month.”

You feel a thrill run through you as you take in the stunning hypercar. “It’s incredible. I have to have it.”

Max raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You want that one too?”

You turn to the salesman decisively. “I’ll take it. My family has bought from Ferrari for years, my name should be in your client database.”

“Of course, Miss Stroll,” the salesman nods, typing rapidly into his computer. “I see you right here. Let’s start the paperwork and we’ll get the car ordered for you right away.”

You grab your purse, immediately fishing out your black Centurion Card. “Just bill it to my usual card, thanks,” you say breezily, handing it over.

You can feel Max’s stunned gaze on you but you keep your focus on the salesman, reviewing the spec sheet and customization options.

This new Ferrari is just too sexy to resist.

Within minutes, the paperwork is signed and you’ve secured the very first 812 Competizione A destined to stay in Monaco. You grin excitedly — you can’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Thank you so much, just have it delivered to my place in the Fontvieille district when it’s ready,” you tell the appreciative salesman before turning to leave.

You lace your fingers through Max’s, still smiling about your new spontaneously purchased hypercar. “Ready to take your new baby out for a drive?”

Max is quiet as you walk back to the showroom, seemingly lost in thought. He stays silent as the gleaming red SF90 Stradale is pulled around, not even cracking a smile when the salesman hands over the keys with a flourish.

It’s not until you’ve been driving for several minutes, weaving along the coastal roads overlooking the Mediterranean, that Max finally speaks.

“That was 2.13 million euros,” he states flatly. “And you just ... bought it. Without a second thought.”

You glance over, taking in the unreadable expression on his face. “I mean, yeah, it’s a beautiful model. Why not just get it?” You say casually.

Max shakes his head slowly. “I just can’t wrap my head around having that kind of money. That you can just drop over two million without thinking twice.”

You shift slightly, feeling defensive. “I’m sorry, does it make you uncomfortable? I know I grew up with a very different lifestyle ...”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Max interrupts. He pauses, gazing out at the sparkling blue sea pensively.

“It’s just … I’m not used to being with someone who’s on my level. Financially, I mean. All my previous girlfriends, I always had to take care of everything. Pay for dinner, vacations, whatever they needed.”

He turns to look at you. “But you’re different. You have as much money as me, more even. You can buy a hypercar on a whim, no problem. It’s new territory.”

You chew your lip. “I don’t want you to feel emasculated or anything. If you want to pay or take care of things ...”

Max shakes his head again, more firmly this time. “That’s just it — I don’t. I like that you’re independent. It’s really ...”

He pauses, blushing slightly. “Sexy. That’s the word. It’s sexy that you have your own money and success. I’m not used to feeling that in a relationship before.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. That was not the reaction you were expecting.

Max glances at you almost shyly. “Is that weird to say? I just mean, it’s different than what I’m used to, but in a good way. Like we’re equals, you know?”

Slowly, a smile spreads across your face. “No, not weird at all. I get what you mean.” You reach over and squeeze his hand. “This is new territory for me too. But I like discovering it together.”

Max’s face lights up with that radiant smile that melts your heart. “Me too, liefje.”

Your conversation flows easily as you cruise along the seaside, the setting sun glittering on the water. And seeing the look in his eyes when he glances at you now — equal parts love and admiration — you realize just how right it feels.

Being with someone who can match you in every way is new and different for both of you. But you have a feeling it’s the start of something beautiful.

***

The energy buzzing around the paddock is electric as you walk hand-in-hand with Max towards the Red Bull motorhome. Fans line the barriers, cheering and shouting his name. Max smiles and waves, slowing to sign autographs and snap selfies with outstretched phones.

You hang back politely as he interacts with his adoring public. You know the drill by now, having attended countless races with your dad and brother over the years. Blend into the background and let the drivers have their moment.

“Max! Can we get an autograph?” A young girl calls out eagerly, brandishing a cap and marker pen.

“Of course!” Max says graciously, letting go of your hand to walk over.

You hang back contentedly, happy to let him have his moment with his supporters. You catch snippets of their supportive comments as Max signs item after item, posing for selfies in between.

“You’re the greatest, Max!”

“That last win was epic. Get that fourth title this year!”

“We love you so much!”

You smile to yourself. Seeing how much joy Max brings to these fans makes your heart swell with pride and affection.

As you stand waiting patiently, you overhear the girl lean over to her friend and not-so-subtly whisper, “Who’s the chick with Max? She looks kinda stuck up if you ask me.”

Your smile freezes. You see the girl jerk her head rudely in your direction, glaring at you.

“I know right,” her friend agrees in a carrying whisper. “Another gold-digger who managed to sink her claws into a rich man too blind to see what she’s doing.”

You clench your jaw, stung by their spiteful words. Who do they think they are, judging you when they don’t even know you?

Max is still occupied with the other fans, oblivious. You debate whether to just ignore the rude girls. But their jealous gossiping has sparked your defiance. Why should you stay silent?

Squaring your shoulders, you turn and level a steady gaze at them. “For your information, I don’t need a rich man. I am a rich man,” you state coldly.

Their eyes widen in shock, mouths dropping open stupidly. Clearly they weren’t expecting you to confront them.

Before they can react, Max is suddenly beside you, slipping his arm around your waist.

“Whoa, everything okay here?” His gaze darts between you and the embarrassed fans.

You take a breath, ready to explain it away. But Max doesn’t give you the chance.

“You know, if anything, I’m the one who got my claws hooked into her,” he announces, lips curving into a smirk.

Now it’s your turn to gape at him in surprise. The nasty fans look completely bewildered.

“That’s right ladies, I’m just a kept man,” Max continues lightly. “Her arm candy. A sugar baby, if you will.”

He pretends to examine his nails arrogantly and you have to stifle a shocked laugh. Is he actually joking about being your boy toy right now?

Max leans in conspiratorially. “Between you and me, dating a Stroll has done wonders for my bank account. I mean have you seen the new and improved garage decor?”

You smother your grin behind your hand as he prattles on, winking at you.

“So don’t worry about Y/N here, she can buy and sell me twice over.” Max presses a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Isn’t that right, schatje?”

Finally you can’t hold back your laughter anymore. Max joins in and the fans stare, unsure how to react.

“Come on sugar mama, we’ve got a race to win,” Max says breezily, steering you away.

Once safely inside the garage, you turn to him incredulously. “What was that all about?”

Max shrugs, his expression sobering. “I heard what they said. Just wanted to shut them up and defend my girl.”

Your heart melts. Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss him soundly. “My hero. Thank you.”

Max still looks bothered. “You shouldn’t have to deal with stupid gossip. Especially not lies about you using me.”

You slip your arms around his neck persuasively. “It usually doesn’t get to me. Let the jealous haters talk. We know the truth.”

He sighs, gently moving a strand of hair from your face. “I just hate anyone thinking badly of you. You deserve the world.”

Touched by his sincerity, you pull him down into a soft kiss. When you finally draw apart, an idea pops into your head.

“Although ...” you begin thoughtfully, “Maybe we should lean into it.”

Max looks confused. “What do you mean?”

You grin mischievously. “You’re my hot trophy boyfriend. I need to show you off and treat you right.”

Comprehension dawns on Max’s face and he barks out a laugh. “Well I won’t say no to being spoiled.”

He winks roguishly and you dissolve into giggles. The stupid gossipers don’t know anything. You and Max are just perfect together.

For the rest of the weekend, you shamelessly flaunt your new role as Max’s “sugar mommy.” At every opportunity, you shower him with over-the-top gifts and PDA in front of the other drivers and team members.

Designer watches, bouquets of flowers, bottles of decadent gin for his favorite drink — you deliver them all publicly to Max along with cooed compliments and kisses. You can see the amusement hidden behind his mock protests at being “objectified.”

The other drivers are endlessly entertained. Daniel teases Max about latching onto an heiress, while Charles jokingly asks if you have a sister he can date.

By the time Max wins on Sunday, cementing his spot at the top of the championship, the silly gossip from earlier in the weekend is long forgotten.

As you snuggle together on the flight home from the race, you turn to Max curiously. “So, how does it feel being a kept man?”

He pretends to consider it deeply. “Hmm, tough to say. The gifts and pampering were nice ...”

You swat his chest indignantly and he laughs.

“Kidding, kidding,” he assures, pulling you tighter against him. “Obviously I love you for you, not your money, schatje.”

His voice softens. “Thank you for this weekend. I know the gossip bothered you, even if you didn’t show it. I’m lucky to have you by my side.”

You tilt your face up to meet his lips, kissing him tenderly. No more words are needed. Being together says it all.

***

The roar of the crowd surrounds you as you step onto the red carpet on Max’s arm, cameras flashing wildly. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and leans in close.

“You ready for this, liefje?”

You take a deep breath and nod, pasting on a smile. “Ready.”

This is your big formal debut — attending your first FIA Prize Giving Ceremony as Max’s girlfriend. And with him just winning his fourth World Championship, all eyes are sure to be on you both tonight.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you begin the walk down the carpet, waving politely to the fans shouting Max’s name. He looks completely at ease, his fourth-straight title boosting his confidence even higher.

You, on the other hand, feel like you might trip over your gown at any moment under the blinding spotlights. But you keep your chin high, channeling the poise that’s been drilled into you since girlhood.

Perks of growing up in high society — you know how to fake it on a red carpet.

About halfway down, an interviewer steps forward, microphone in hand. “Max Verstappen! Congratulations on your fourth championship. How are you feeling tonight?”

Max smiles easily. “Thank you, it feels amazing. It was a great battle all season long so this one feels very satisfying.”

The reporter nods, then turns her attention to you. “And who is this lovely lady accompanying you tonight?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Max introduces you proudly.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight, if you don’t mind me saying,” the interviewer gushes. “That gown is exquisite!”

You relax slightly, warming to her friendly tone. “Thank you so much!” You smile.

“In fact, both of your outfits are fabulous,” she continues. “Who are you wearing tonight?”

Max’s face lights up. He squeezes your hand excitedly. “Funny you should ask — we’re both wearing custom Y/N Stroll originals!”

You have to resist the urge to giggle at the unconcealed pride in his voice.

The interviewer’s eyes widen. “No way, you designed these yourselves?”

You nod, enjoying her reaction. “I did, yeah. Fashion design is a bit of a hobby of mine.”

“A hobby she’s amazing at,” Max interjects adoringly. “She could have her own luxury brand if she wanted. I feel so honored to wear her work.”

You blush at his high praise. “Oh Max, stop. But thank you, that’s so sweet.”

The reporter seems thrilled at this exclusive scoop. “Incredible! It looks like you have some serious talent, Y/N. Any plans to pursue that more seriously?”

You hesitate briefly. Your father has been gently nudging you to take over his fashion business when he retires. But that’s still in the future ...

You decide to give a lighthearted answer. “We’ll see! Fashion does run in my family so it’s always a possibility.” You finish with a coy smile.

“How wonderful! We’ll be keeping an eye out for Y/N Stroll designs in the future then,” the reporter concludes enthusiastically.

You grin and wave as she lets you continue down the carpet, Max’s arm securely around your waist.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Not at all,” you admit. “I might get used to this whole red carpet thing after all.”

Max winks. “Stick with me and you’ll be a pro in no time.”

Your heart flutters happily. Being by his side just feels so right.

Inside the lavish venue, you’re shown to your table near the front with the other top drivers and their partners. Max pulls out your chair politely before sitting down beside you.

You chat with the other girls at the table, fellow WAGs you’ve gotten to know over the course of the season. They gush over the dress you designed, making you promise to create something for them too.

Soon, the lights dim and the ceremony begins. You clap loudly as Max wins Driver of the Year, bursting with pride for your champion.

Finally, the moment comes for the big one. The announcer begins the buildup, recapping the season’s epic title battle between Max and his closest rival.

"… And in the end, one man emerged victorious for the fourth time in his young but dazzling career,” the announcer concludes. “Formula 1 World Driver’s Champion ... Max Verstappen!”

The room explodes into thunderous applause as Max squeezes your hand and makes his way up to the stage, beaming. You watch with tears in your eyes as he accepts the trophy, looking so handsome and accomplished.

After the ceremony finishes, Max makes his way back to you, trophy in hand. You throw your arms around him. “I’m so proud of you!”

He hugs you tight, then pulls back, his expression earnest. “I couldn’t have done it without your support this season. Having you by my side means everything to me.”

Your heart swells and you kiss him tenderly. “You deserve this so much. And nothing makes me happier than being with you.”

Max’s eyes shine. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Max.”

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Weekend Getaway

Duke: No school tomorrow. Want to do anything?

Damian: We should go somewhere warm and sunny.

Duke: I was thinking more along the lines of getting pizza or going to the movies but honestly that sounds way better.

Damian: Mm-hmm. We should invite Drake.

Duke:

Duke: Are you sure you’re feeling okay?

Damian, scowling: I’m fine.

Duke: Okay, if you’re sure…

The next day

Duke: This was the best idea.

Damian: I know.

Tim: I still don’t see why you insisted I come.

Duke: It’s the beach, man. We’re in the Caribbean! Why WOULDN’T you want to be here?

Tim: I don’t know, it’s kind of bright…

Damian: So my hypothesis was at least partially correct.

Tim:

Duke: Damian, did you bring Tim as per of a science experiment?

Damian: Tt. I was merely testing his reactions to the sun. The results were rather disappointing, unfortunately. He didn’t even hiss when first exposed to its light.

Duke: And you had to travel a thousand miles to do that?

Tim: Also, I’m not a cat, Damian, what the hell?

Damian: There is not enough sunlight in Gotham to produce proper results. And also, why on earth would I think you were a cat, Drake? You’d make a terrible cat.

Jason: ‘Sup, kiddos. Time for another round of sunscreen. Especially you, Timbo.

Tim, grumbling: Just because the rest of you can be outside for more than ten minutes without turning into a lobster…

Damian: I still don’t see why you had to come with us.

Duke: Because we needed adult supervision and Tim doesn’t count? No offense, Tim.

Tim: None taken. I really shouldn’t.

Everyone: *lost in their memories of why Tim does not count as adult supervision in any way despite being over the legal age of majority*

Jason: You should all be very thankful I’m here.

Damian, scowling: Richard would have been better.

Jason: Ah, but would Dickface let you smuggle swords into a foreign country and help bust a drug ring tomorrow?

Damian:

Damian: Fine, so maybe you were an acceptable choice.

Fifteen minutes later

Tim: This is enough rest and relaxation, right?

Damian: I have enough evidence I suppose.

Duke: Where’d you say that drug ring bust was going to happen again?

Jason: Some docks a few miles east of here. But you listen to me, alright? I mean it.

Damian: *rolls his eyes*

Duke: *laughs*

Tim: Come on, we do this sort of thing every other night.

Jason: You listen to me or when we get back I’m telling Dick you all told me you really want to go to Disney World for an entire week and meet all the characters.

Tim & Damian: *slightly horrified looks*

Duke, squinting: Did you just use Disney World as a threat?

[thegnomelord]

If you do make the rest please do! Bcs like... Im thristing for sully more than price now LOL IM SORRY 😭😭😭 HE'S JUST SO BBY GIRL??? i want to fuck this prettty man so bad arghhh

I need more reader and oc! They're so good and and!! I wanna fuck em so bad like 😭😭

Okay I have no idea where this came from but you've managed to get my brain on the 'fuck Sully' bandwagon so here's this

CW:NSFW, mean dom x sub x gentle dom, domtop Reader, subbot Sullivan (oc), domtop Knox (oc) I may have forgotten what features I gave sully lol

Sullivan is a pretty boy. Pretty brown curls tussled like a crows nest, pretty thin lips kiss swollen and caught between his teeth to muffle his moans, pretty dark eyes puffy and red from crying, pretty red scales on his cheeks shining with the tears having wet them.

Pretty lithe body quivering and arching off the bed as Knox forces even more of his strap into his clenching hole, hips smacking together when Knox bottoms out with a sharp thrust. "Relax." The admonishment comes with a sharp slap to Sully's hip, just shy of hitting his balls but it earns a pitiful whimper and a spurt of precum all the same.

Sullivan's cock and balls look hilariously large on his small frame, the flared head reaching almost to the bottom of his sternum. His chest and even his chin is covered in cum from countless orgasms, Knox having expertly worked a toy until Sully had cum before switching out for a bigger one.

This had been Knox's idea. To use various dildos on Sully until you built up to a silicon mold of Sullivan's own cock. You had asked Sully if he wanted it multiple times, and by the time you were satisfied that he didn't feel forced to do anything and genuinely wanted this, he was already squirming with an obvious bulge in his pants and red like a lobster.

"Come on pretty thing," Knox growls, serpentine yellow eyes glowing with lust as he bucks his hips, the head of the toy brushing against his prostate. "You can take more than this." He slapped Sullivan's thigh again, claws raking across flushed skin, other hand snaking up to lazily roll Sully's heavy balls in his clawed hand.

It shows how Sully has even your most sadistic teammate wrapped around his finger as Knox has let Sully cum multiple times. Usually Knox preferred to keep his subs on the edge until they learned that begging for release was useless and were forced to wait until he deemed them ready to cum.

Sully numbly shook his head, blurry eyes staring up at you from where his head rested on your lap. "Please- please sir, I can't-" A loud moan was forced out of his chest when Knox pulled his hips back before roughly bucking back in, his stretched hole wetly slurping with all the lube you're using.

Your hands soothingly run through Sully's hair, his head resting on your thigh. Tenderly holding his cheek you tilt his head to look at you, "Do you want to stop?"

Your question makes Knox stop, his yellow eyes observing both of you. Sullivan whines as if you'd kicked him, eyes fluttering open and closed as he tries to focus on you. "I- sir." He whines, trying to buck his hips into Knox, trying to get him to move. He's so close he feels like he'll explode, his cock twitching against his skin as he whines.

Knox isn't taking it, clawed hands gripping Sully's hips and pinning them down. "C'mon, precious, the captain asked you a question." He growls.

You chuckle, but your eyes narrow. "Sully, answer me." Your voice is firm, keeping his head steady so he can only look at you. "Don't worry, we won't be mad if you want to stop."

"No- no, no no!" Sully whimpers, a full body shiver raking down his body. "I- please, sir- I want to continue." He sobs, his cock twitching as Knox continues to deny that mind numbing pleasure he needs. "Please, I'm so close- just, please, please,"

Your eyes meet Knox's before the man moves, slowly pulling out so Sully can feel every inch of the large silicone shaft until only the tip remains. And suddenly shoves the entire thing back in, silicone balls roughly slapping against Sully's own.

"See cap?" Knox grins as Sullivan seizes up, a pathetic sob leaving him as cum spurts from his tip, mumbling words of gratitude that are too slurred for you to understand. "Told you, our pretty thing takes cock better than a seasoned whore." He thrusts into Sully a couple more times, making a big dollop of cum spurt from his cock when Knox bottoms out.

"Th-thank you sir- oh frick- sirs." Sully manages, soft moans and shuddering breaths leaving his lips. He sobs as Knox pulls the large dildo out fully, wet and lewd sounds reaching your ears and you can just imagine his hole clench around nothing, still so needy for more.

You make a curious sound as Knox pulls on Sully and flips him over. The small man moans as his cock, still hard as rock, rubs against the sheets. "Oh come on now sergeant, that's no way to thank your captain." Knox's eyes meet yours, a hungry look in them as he pushes Sully's head closer to your crotch. "Ain't that right?"

"I suppose so." You hum, unbuckling your belt and finally freeing your cock. You'd hate to admit, but seeing Sully be ruined over and over again on Knox's various cocks has made you hard. Sully looking up at you with such adoring eyes through his ruffled hair certainly doesn't help, especially when he eagerly nods his head.

"Alright pretty boy," You see the way your low purr makes him shudder. He leans into your hand when you slide it to the back of his head, loosely wrapping your fingers in his hair. "Open wide for me," Sully eagerly opens his mouth, greedily taking in your cocktip, too fucked out to feel shy so he just takes half your shaft in one go.

Knox slaps Sully's ass in reward and you feel him moan around you. "How's he feel cap?" He asks as if he doesn't pull the poor man into a supply closet at least once a day to have Sully eat him out. Knox's wide palm smacks down on Sullivan's reddening cheek a few more times, watching the full globes jiggle before he leans back to take off the dildo he'd used, picking up one that's a little wider and longer than before.

You hum a small purr, watching Sully mindlessly slobber over your cock, his hand carefully stroking your other one. "Like a dream." Sully can't hide the shiver at your praise, wiggling his ass without even realizing. "Good boy," You say and gently pull him by the hair to take more of you, your eyes flickering to look at Knox. "Don't keep him waiting any more, he's earned this."

Knox rolls his eyes, a scoff on his lips, but you know it's just for show. "I'd argue on that." He slaps the new dildo on Sully's back, grinding it between the cheeks and letting him feel the entire length of it as he lubes it up. Sully arches his back and Knox leans back to position the thick head against his stretched hole. "But who am I to refuse a slut like this?"

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The reader is a famous streamer and model, but when he is not modeling or live he leaves his face/eyes covered with his hair and wears a mask, which I want to know how the BSD cast would react seeing Luiz's face for the first time (bonus they see Luiz's live streaming but didn't know it was Luiz)

Here. Hope, you like it.

When you are a famous streamer/model

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Model! Streamer! Reader

Description: BSD cast browse Internet by themselves from time to time. Thats how they learned about famous streamer/model. They wanted to met them, when they get to Their Guiding Light's world. They hope, that their Guiding Light will agree to come with them.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language.

🐾 The Cast were intrigued by your world.

🐾 While it wasn't that different from theirs, your world was more technologically advanced.

🐾 And, they must admit, in your world there were more sources of entertainment.

🐾 All this films, shows, television and so much more.

🐾 One of the most interesting entertainment for BSD Cast were streamers.

🐾 While they have internet in their world, but video bloggers wasn't a thing here.

🐾 So, from time to time, The Cast was watching live streams.

🐾 That's how they knew about *Luiz*, a famous streamer and model. He was entertaining, jokes a lot and were pretty nice guy.

"Does anyone know new swear words? The old ones can't describe the current situation."(1)

"I'm not implying anything, but, it seems, brain work is not for me..."(1)

"We can start a fire. The game will be fun"(1)

"Snake, stay here and don't move, they can't see the boxes. These are post office employees."(1)

"What is this abomination? Looks like the first soup I have cooked."(1)

🐾 When The Cast learned, that *Luiz* hold fan meetings from time to time, they wanted to attend it. They hope, tht Their Guiding Light won't be against it.

__________

Their Guiding Light was interesting. The man, for some reason, was wearing a face mask and his hair always covered his eyes.

His voice sounded muffled, but, they were sure, that is sounds familiar.

It also seems, that Hirako and he shares some sort of secret.

___________

"[Y/N], do you know, when *Luiz* will hold next fan meeting?" asked Junchirou, looking at you.

All of you were currently having a picnic at the park. You were sitting in the quiet part of the park, far from other humans.

The rest listened to your conversation. They have been in your world for a week and a half already, and, they finally were comfortable to start exploring the real world.

One of the things, they want to attend, is a fan meeting with *Luiz*.

You looked at Junchirou and asked.

"*Luiz*'s fan meeting? Why do you want to know about it?" They can't see it, but you raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you see, back in our world, we learned about *Luiz*. He is a very fun guy, and, besides, there wasn't such things as bloggers in our world. We want to experience the fan meeting by ourselves" explained Junchirou. You rub your chin.

"Well... I don't know if you are ready to attend public places"

Pushkin sent a glare towards you.

"Come on, [Y/N], we are adults, not kids. We will be fine."

You rolled your eyes (once again, others didn't see it).

"Said the adult, who got drunk, broke a tank with lobsters in the supermarket, and throw them in the fountain, while shouting 'Be free! Be free!'"

Pushkin face became red, he looked away. Meanwhile, you continue talking.

"So, the fun meeting should be held in a place like this" you waved your hand in the air. "Well, guess, you have got a jackpot"

Hirako looked at you, knowingly. Meanwhile, you removed your mask and pushed your hair back.

"Hello, everyone. *Luiz* is here."

They saw you without the mask for the first time. But they have already seen your face multiple times. On your livestreams and photos from photoshoots.

__________

🐾 Shocked. They are shocked. Their favorite streamer and Their Guiding Light are the same person.

🐾 Then the questions came.

🐾 Yes, you like your job. Always wearing masks because of nosy neighbors and fans. Yes, when Fitzgerald will finish 'moving' money from one world to another and buy a house, you won't wear the mask all the time. No, right now you don't need help on your streams.

🐾 Yes, later, they could help.

🐾 The rest of the picnic were full of questions and laughter.

🐾 When it was time to go home, you, once again, hide your face.

🐾 *Luiz* will wait until next stream. [Y/N] is living his life right now.

______

(1) Slightly changed quotes from YouTuber Marmok.

[thesamoanqueen]

Blackwater XIII

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: drama, angst.

A/N: since things were going well on one side, they couldn't go well on the other. Life lessons~

She had taken off her dress like a soldier takes off his armour. She hadn't actually fought, maybe only for a few minutes and with words, not with claws and fangs, but she couldn't really complain. Mate or not, she was the stranger and even though she had never been in that role before, she guessed it was normal to have questions about her. On the other hand, it hadn't lasted long, they had lowered their guard before Roman arrive, without saying a word about the trial and Y/N found herself spending the whole lunch between stories of when he was a kid, future meetings and lobsters that disappeared from the table with bottles of wine. It had been nice, putting her in a good mood, but the tension remained until they returned home, just the two of them.

We did it.

She had never cared what people thought of her. Those had always been just wrong opinions and she had done everything to stay as far away as possible from everything and everyone, but now it was different. She had a reason to prove who she was, a million reasons to stay, to build something and even if she had to step out of her comfort zone, it hadn't been bad. Or at least that had been her impression until she returned downstairs, joining Roman who instead didn't seem to want to move from the deckchair by the pool where he had gone to sit.

- I thought it did well - she admitted, accepting his hand when he turned to look at her, a quick and brief smile seeing her with one of his hoodie on.

Something was occupying his head, Y/N could feel it too throught the bond without having to physically feel the tension of his muscles under clothes, as she caressed the back of his neck to calm him.

Maybe they don't-

- It's like that, they both love you – he reassured her, his big brown eyes now looking at her honest smile.

- I like them too... they're amazing.

They really had been with her. His mama had even hugged her when they said goodbye – even though Y/N had risked a paralysis upon contact – and his father, so intimidating at first, had insisted on setting up another meeting after she had offered to accompany him on a fishing trip. He hugged her. They were cute, reminding her of the times when she was a daughter too, she liked them and it was truly more than she ever imagined she could have in her future. A real family.

Lulled by that sensation, Y/N softened against him, his big hand moving lazily on her thigh until it stopped to draw circles on her caramel skin, eyes focused on that point with a serious look.

- You didn't ask why I was late – he mused and Y/N lowered her shoulders with a heavy breath.

So all his thoughts were born from her meeting with the mayor, document dealer, whoever was that man who had tried to speak the voice of authority with her and Solo that morning?

- I did everyone a favor, trust me, whatever Paul says

- Pearce doesn't matter – Roman cut short and Y/N turned to look at him.

If he wasn't late for that appointment, then what?

- I chose to listen to you about my cousins.

Y/N found herself smiling before even nodding.

The informations she had about the border were not so many. Roman avoided talking about it if she was around, much like he had avoided talking about the trial and she had resigned herself to his attempts to keep her away from certain matters, but she knew enough. Whatever loss the twins and therefore the entire Bloodline had suffered, didn’t justify the vibe between them and Roman. She had arrived there seeing them bond like the family they were and now they didn't even speak to each others. It shouldn't have been this way, it didn't really matter what happened and what impact it had, they were still standing, they could still be together, rebuild, start again and that was all that mattered. If she still had some of her family, she wouldn't have to go through everything that happened to her after, they were lucky to still be there for each other and she was happy that Roman decided to make that effort for everyone.

She knew he didn't want to. She felt it. But that step would have been good for everyone, including him.

- It will mean a lot to them – she reminded him, caressing the back of his neck once again.

He didn't move though, his eyes still trained on her, the same expression as he stared at her.

- What's up? – she asked – no jokes about you listening to me. I'm happy you decided to do it

- You're happy for them

- I'm happy for everyone

For them, for him, what was the difference? From what she knew, solving that problem at the border would improve the situation for the entire family. And yes, they would finally stop spending weeks outside trying to fix things, they would start again and so for him, finding himself with one less problem to deal with.

- I'll have to go there, is this okay too? – he asked again and Y/N let her hand slip away.

She hadn't been with him during other fights, but she knew what was out there. She had also gotten her hands dirty in very bad situations and she hadn't thought for a single second that it would be easy, but she was sure that he could do it. Roman was the alpha with the largest territory ever seen in that country for decades, no one had done what he did, he was strong and any obstacle they would put in front of him he could handle it. He had a pack that everyone feared, now her too was there to watch his back, he had nothing to worry about even looking at the situation with all the caution possible.

-You will not be alone, you are never alone – she noted with a glance and Roman tensed.

- It will become my responsibility.

- It doesn't have to, we'll do it together if-

- You will stay here.

What?

What?

She had heard wrong. He hadn't said it. He couldn't have said that. She was his mate and at that moment it was impossible for him to leave her behind. They had to be together. He had managed to leave her alone in a room only after months, he still didn't allow her to go around without Solo or someone to supervise, it was physically impossible for him to move away from her and voluntarily decide to leave her there. And even though he didn't say it and Y/N never thought about it again, she knew that Roman was terrified of losing her or that she might leave. Going away without her, walking away from her when he hadn't even marked her... was out of any discussion. He-… he couldn't be serious.

But as absurd as the possibility seemed, Roman also seemed equally convinced, and her disbelief turned too quickly to offense.

Because it was unthinkable yes, but he was serious. He was leaving her behind.

- Why?! – she demanded to know, her gaze hardening as she watched him bob his head in an attempt to control himself.

- Y/N

- I swear if you say it's for my good-

- You'll stay here.

- No. I won't stay and wait and make dinner for you, I’ll be there too. I owe it to the boys and-

- Now stop! – he exploded with a growl and for a long moment Y/N felt his rage, his wolf, inside her head, as had already happened on the night of the trial.

His hand was threatening to leave a mark on her leg, but Roman released his grip as soon as her body began to feel uncomfortable, clenching his fist around nothing, his shoulders hunched and his gaze lowered. Y/N watched him inhale slowly, blood pumping through his veins and something heavy pressing down on his chest that she wasn't sure was simple annoyance at his rejection. There was more and her hand moved without even having to think, covering his to push him to look up again.

- I can help- she tried, but Roman silenced her before finishing.

- Then for once do what I tell you to do.

***

Jey had dragged him there, lets give him another chance he had said. They both knew how it would end, they had been playing that game since they were four and he always won, ignoring anyone who got in his way, but Jey believed in second chances. Even though they had passed the second one so long ago that they had lost count.

They had grown up like brothers, always together, under the same roof, eating at the same table, doing the same things, hanging out with the same people. They had shared more with Roman than they had with Solo, but he wasn't truly their brother and it was moments like this that showed it, always. When things got bad, you always had to think about Roman. When something needed to be done, it was for Roman. When someone had to take precedence, that someone was Roman. They had grown up together, but he knew he was different, he knew he had been chosen and he had taken advantage of it without remorse, without thinking twice, throwing them into the mud when they tried to take a step further.

He and Jey had earned everything. They had worked hard and done the impossible to get to where they were, but he had taken away the chance to that last step, to really reach him, to really be by his side or show him that he was not so special. By all means, even those that a brother would never use against you. Jey pretended otherwise, lowered his head, looked away and started from scratch every time, but that was too much.

Get up. Stop that.

His voice echoed in his head, begging, scolding him.

Hell, nah. He wouldn't have smiled and nodded to keep the circus going that time, he was tired. They were in this situation because of him, as always because Roman was involved and they had to support him. They had spent the last month at the border, toiling, fighting and now after being scolded, punished like kidz, he also had to accept being humiliated and deprived of what was rightfully his? Even what he had earned?! No way.

- We've got your back, Uce – Jey doubled the dose, positioning himself in front of him to shield him, when Roman turned to look from the car on which he was still holding his ass.

Why the hell his brother loved him so viscerally, Jimmy had never understood. They were a family, he loved Roman too despite everything, but Jey was on another level and had always turned against him in the worst way. He still remembered the day he'd seen Roman nearly split Jey’s head in half for that title of chief, the same day he'd choked him almost dead.

- The Wiseman will let you know what to do next – Roman interrupted, without shaking hands or greetings, rolling up the window again.

He watched him and Paul leave them there, Solo silently getting back into the car and Jey still standing in front of him, his weight shifting from one foot to the other, shoulders turning. Together they could stop him, make him see reason and give him a dose of reality if he didn't want to do it, but his brother was still not ready after all those years.

- He's taking what's belong to us – he exploded, not caring if they were far enough or not.

- We can't leave things as they’re, he's right-

- He's taking what's belong to us, you get it or not?! – he repeated again and Jey turned to look at him, his brow furrowed.

Those territories weren't just the Bloodline's, they were theirs. Of him and of his brother, they were their legacy, their future. They had lost them, they had ended up in the wrong hands, now they answered to others, but if they ended up under Roman's direct control... they could forget about them. For the rest of their days, because he wouldn't give them up.

- Solo will be there too.

- He will give him trash, as he has always done with us.

Silence. Yes…

They had already been there. They had learned over time, growing up, understanding. For Solo it was new, but Roman had already dragged him into his game and they both knew that he would not have reserved a different end for him, especially not now that he was creating something else for himself, not now that his future was the goal and not the one of the entire family. He would have taken everything, passing over anyone. Their offense was an excuse to take more.

He pulled the bag out of the closet near the entrance, throwing it in front of the door without even checking what was inside. He no longer even made the effort to pack his bags, he kept them ready just in case the great Tribal Chief decided to send them to clean up who knows what corner of his empire after a nap. He saw Naomi on the couch, crossing her arms, watching him kick a misplaced box and slam the door.

- Say it – he huffed exasperatedly, he knew that expression.

- Y/N said she would talk to him-

Talk, ha! That was funny!

- And you believed her? – another look. He knew that face too.

- Maybe she actually did and Jey is right.

He really hoped that was the case, because otherwise they would find out later but he wouldn't stand by and watch that time. He would have been ready for everyone.

***

He was alone, but the Wiseman's voice still echoed in his head through his earbuds, as if he had never left, as if Roman hadn't locked himself in the gym to release tension and avoid everyone.

His muscles were starting to pull, a sign that tiredness was setting in, but his legs still bent, his arms still holding the barbell on his shoulders, sweat running down his back soaking the shirt now stuck to his skin. He had to bear that burden, he had to bear his family, he had to bear the bullshit of his cousins and the looks they cast blaming his choices. Choices that he had made because of them and which now forced him to plan everything ten moves in advance, so as not to put at risk even what was currently far from the teeth of his enemies.

- They both know they'll have to stay on the second line while you're there - Heyman reported, as Roman forced another push-up and another.

He would cross the border again for the first time in months, but it was different now. Previously, the attempts of the outsiders were annoyances, not real problems. Before it had been like going hunting, playing with his prey and then getting it out of the way. Now they had ripped something away from him, they were throwing it in his face to humiliate him and even though he knew he would teach them a lesson, that he would take back what was rightfully his, he didn't have the slightest desire to put anything else at risk. No stray would have run away with a shred of what was his, that lesson had to be useful to everyone and ensure they would stay away from his land, his home, Y/N and their future.

- Is it clear? – he asked through clenched teeth, blood pumping, gaze fixed in front of him.

- Absolutely, my Tribal Chief. Everything will remain under control – Heyman quickly assured.

- Well, finish organizing everything and let me have the report tomorrow.

He didn't even wait for another answer, dropping the barbell to the floor with a thud to rip off the earbuds and catch his breath.

Without his voice in his head, the room was silent and for a long moment Roman remained there, taking advantage of that calm, of the peace that surrounded him. Everything seemed incredibly distant, there were no problems, nothing to conquer, no empire to defend, just an empty room and his heart slowly returning to beating normally. He looked distractedly at the clock on the wall, he had been down there for three hours, now it was even past dinner time.

With a heavy breath, he took a towel to dab the sweat on his neck and opened the door, stepping out to put an end to this voluntary withdrawal. In the house there were still some lights on and Roman followed them to the kitchen, surrounded by the same silence that had enveloped him as soon as he had finished talking to the wiseman and stopped training. The living room with its huge couches was tidy, not a cushion out of place and so was the dining room, with its vase of flower and all the chairs lined up. When he arrived in the kitchen only the lights under the forniture were on, the counter empty, but Y/N had placed a message on the fridge.

She had cooked the dinner for him.

“I won't wait and make you dinner!”

She had done it.

He narrowed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

No date just the two of them. They hadn't even had dinner together and even though he sensed she was around by their bond, he didn't even have any idea where she was or what she had done after the argument they had. They had spent the afternoon apart, him locked in the gym and her doing who knows what. But she had cooked dinner for him and in silence Roman warmed up the plate she had left, eating with no one beside him to talk and his gaze fixed beyond the window, from which he could see the edge of the forest.

We promised to take care of her.

He remembered it. It was a constant thought in his mind. A priority need that he was putting first on that occasion too, but it was difficult to explain, it was difficult for her to accept and he couldn't distract himself, not when now there was so much at risk for their future.

They will not screw this.

He finished eating alone, put the plate away alone and went back through the house alone, heading upstairs to at least get the sweat off him, since the weights on his shoulders remained. Up there the situation was no different, a few lights on along the hallway and silence again. When he reached the bedroom he almost expected not to see her, to start worrying that she was out in the middle of the night but instead there she was, with his hoodie still on, curled up in the corner of the bed with her back to him.

He stopped in the doorway to look at her, waiting for a reaction, a sign. Because he knew that she was angry and Roman had learned the hard way what happened when she was angry, for a whole month and instead nothing, not a movement, a word, a breath. He approached slowly, looking at her as he had done for hours, days, when she had just arrived and he could do nothing more.

- Y/N… – he called her softly, but Y/N didn't answer or move.

She had fallen asleep without him.

The thought of it made his mouth curl in annoyance, prompting him to turn and walk to the bathroom. He needed a shower, to burn himself and get rid of that terrible feeling that was sticking to his skin like an indelible stain.

***

She had slept in a corner, trying not to move, her body tense, ears open as hadn't happened for some time now. She had heard him return to their bedroom the night before covered in sweat, she had heard him call her, but she had been unable to answer and he had not even reached out his hand to touch her. He had spent the night like this too, in the opposite corner, far from her, without breathing her scent or holding her under his arm as he always did, until daylight broke and he disappeared for daily routine.

She was left wondering what had happened, curled up in the hoodie she had slept in, one of many of him that she had gotten into the habit of stealing because for some strange reason it made her feel better. But that time it hadn't worked, it hadn't been the same and Y/N had put it away to go on her run, but her run wasn't going as well as she should have either.

Why did it seem so difficult even when things were getting better? The problems at the border could be solved, the elders did not pressure him anymore, his parents were even happy that he had found her, and she tried to let go of old habits to build something together. Yet with every step they took, something else jumped out and a part of her was now starting to wonder if maybe she was seeing things wrong.

She stopped to smell the roots of one of the many trees that surrounded her, her almost reddish paws dug a small furrow at the edge of the path near the house. She recognized that smell, she didn't have to concentrate to know that he too had passed through there on his way back.

He had seemed so exasperated the day before, as if dealing with her was the point of no return and she had felt angry, frustrated and hurt. Y/N wanted to help, support him, she was trying to be what she was supposed to be, a good mate, yet it was quite clear that she wasn't doing that.

She went up the path, arriving at the empty back of the house and shifting only when she was in the garden. The house was quiet, lots of space and many empty rooms, but Y/N knew even without having to check that he was there and not out doing who knows what. They hadn't spoken since the day before, since the argument they had near the pool and quickly, Y/N crossed the living room, stopping just before the stairs, when her eyes fell on the bag next to the front door.

I don't like it.

When Roman turned to look at her, leaving the kitchen, his expression was impassive, but her wolf cried anyway even though she had just growled her disapproval of whatever he was doing and kept doing, after checking her with a glance.

Not a word. He hadn't even tried to get closer.

I don't like it!

- What are you doing? – she asked softly, ignoring the wolf voice in her head, while he placed who knows what inside the bag and got back on his feet.

- It's just a couple of changes.

He cannot leave us here!

He was actually doing it instead.

- ... are you already leaving? – she didn't think it would happen the next day, she thought it would take more time, a few days, that Paul would have to prepare things.

- We've left them running around for too long.

She nodded in silence, even though he had his back to her, evidently busy arranging what was necessary for that trip.

She had thought several times about the twins and all the time they had spent away from home in the last month, now it was his turn. He would have gone there in their place, crossed the border, met those who threatened them and it would not have been a peaceful encounter. It was necessary, indispensable for their family and she had asked him to do it first, but now a part of her couldn't think of anything other than how they were about to part ways for the first time since they had met.

- You can do it. I know you can – she said, swallowing a heavy breath.

Roman stood, silently with his back to her for a long moment until Y/N saw him turn again, slow and inexorable as always, to move towards her. A shiver ran through her body feeling him close to her again, sensing his true scent, his big brown eyes scanning her even before his hand rose to caress her face. Y/N felt his thumb rub over her soft cheek, graze her plump lips and move down her chin, hand covering her throat for a moment as he always did when he was deep inside her, then stopping at her weak spot near the shoulder and squeezing just enough to make her knees tremble.

- I’ll do it. Im not one of my cousins.

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[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 9

Welp, I have hit the end of my buffer. Thanks to food poisoning and catching my husband’s cold I’ve only been able to do my minimum daily word count. So posts will slow down a bit.

We get to the first part of the surprise and Eddie’s mind gets blow.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

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Steve sat down the table and Eddie sat across him, picking up the menu.

“Steve,” Eddie murmured, “you can’t be serious. These are so fucking expensive, man.”

Steve laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Eddie. I’m treating you this weekend. Just get whatever you want.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, man,” Steve assured him. “We could get a sampler, so we can try out a bunch of stuff and find out what you like.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Hell, yeah!”

So they got a sampler of duck, surf and turf, and lamb. The surf consisted of lobster and clams, while the steak was done to a medium temperature.

They shared the meal with a glass of whiskey between them.

After the meal, Eddie decided he liked the steak, the duck, and clams.

“Duly noted,” Steve said with a grin. He raised his hand to request the bill but a man in a suit came over instead of their waiter.

“The bill has been taken care of by Mr Osbourne,” the man said. “He’s also ready for you when you are.”

Steve grinned. “I think we’re ready now.”

The man in the suit nodded and Steve and Eddie got up to follow him to the VIP lounge.

Steve could hear Eddie mutter the last name over and over again until they got about ten feet from a table that had a short man with a long brown hair and a round face. He wore round sunglasses that were perched on his nose so you could see his eyes. Steve knew that look. The man was stoned off his ass.

“Son of a bitch!” Eddie hissed. “Steve Harrington, you tell me right now are we really going to have drinks with Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath?”

Steve turned to face him and the guy in the suit smirked.

“Yep!” he said with a soft easy smile. “And if he asks if you’re going to concert, the answer is yes.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “And would we be lying to the man?” As if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Steve smirked and rolled his eyes. “No,” he scoffed. “I wouldn’t lie to a celebrity as big as Ozzy Osbourne.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Eddie growled.

“After the concert though, right?” Steve asked with a grin.

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, after the concert.”

The man in the suit laughed. They sat down across from Ozzy and he smiled.

“I can already tell which one is the fan and which one is the guard dog for the evening,” Ozzy said with a smile.

Steve blushed. “I just wanted to do something nice for him after the earthquake and him losing everything.”

Ozzy smiled as Eddie blushed.

“You boys have tickets to the concert tomorrow?”

Steve nodded. “Metallica’s team is taking care of it.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as Ozzy chuckled. “Then I’ll have a couple of goodie bags sent to your hotel room.”

The man in the suit nodded. “I’ll let Sharon know.”

Ozzy lit up. “Sharon is my wife. She takes care of everything for me!”

Eddie nodded. “I know, sir.”

Ozzy scoffed. “I’m no one’s ‘sir’. I’m too metal for that!”

Eddie suddenly blurted out his favorite song and then the two of were talking and laughing about music styles and sounds. Steve just sat back and watched.

He had been contacted by Ozzy’s team the day after he set up plans with Metallica also wanting to do something for Eddie. The thought was instead of finding their own ‘charity case’ they would just co-op Metallica’s. Which was fine by Steve. Getting to meet all of his heroes in one weekend? Steve would have been a fool to turn them down.

Occasionally Ozzy or Eddie would draw him into the conversation, but for the most part Steve was content to watch Eddie be so happy.

A couple hours and three drinks later, the man in the suit tapped on Ozzy’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Sorry, guys,” he mumbled. “That’s me done for the night, I’ve got a party I’m going to with the blokes from Metallica. I’ll see tomorrow, lads!”

He was gently lured away and the man in the suit came back and said to continue to enjoy their evening as Ozzy had paid for their drinks. Eddie downed one of the drinks that had been left on the table and ordered another.

“Easy there,” Steve said. “You don’t want to be hung over for what I have planned for tomorrow.”

“Steve, Steve,” Eddie whined. “I can never repay you for just tonight, how the hell am I supposed to repay you if you continue to blow my mind?”

Steve put his hands in the air. “Don’t look at me, man. The original plan was to play the sympathy card and get a couple of cheap seats so you can go see the concert Wayne said you were trying to save money up for.”

Eddie whirled his finger at the hotel. “So how did all this happen?”

“They were already looking for ways to help out Hawkins when Nancy called,” Steve explained. “They were going to just donate money, but when she told them about a metal fan that loved their music so much that he learned their most recent single in three weeks by ear? The PR team was just positively salivating.”

“Wow,” Eddie said. “And Nancy set all this up?”

Steve shook his head. “Nope, she just gave them my number and I planned it all with them. I may not be able to plan how to take out liches and monsters, but cut me some slack, I do know how to plan a good date.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “So...Henderson and Red going on and on about how you defeated a pack of demodogs entirely by yourself is what? A fabrication? An exaggeration?” Steve blushed. “Don’t sell yourself short. This has been amazing. And we’re only on day one.”

“Tomorrow is going to be fun,” Steve promised.

“I can’t wait.”

*

They got back up to their hotel room and suddenly the adrenaline wore off. The long car ride coupled with the excitement of dinner and then drinks with Ozzy Osbourne had wore Eddie out.

“Fuck,” he said and face planted into the bed. “Why am I so tired?”

Steve sat down on the bed next to him. “Because your body is spending all it’s energy trying to heal. That’s why Dr Hathaway wants to check you out when I bring you back on Monday. To make sure all this didn’t set back your progress.”

“It sucks,” he mumbled.

Steve kissed the top of his head and got up to remove Eddie’s boots. He removed the dinner jacket next and then rolled Eddie over.

“You have two options,” he told the metalhead. “You can either crawl underneath the covers and pass out in your clothes. No judgment from me. You’re tired as fuck.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “And the other one?”

“Or I can help you get in your pajamas and then you can pass out,” Steve said.

Eddie wagged his eyebrows. “And if I told you that I sleep in the nude?”

Steve laughed. “I wouldn’t recommend it, not until the bandages come off, anyway. They’ll snag on the blankets and might rip off.”

Eddie winced. “Pajamas it is, then.”

Steve helped Eddie to his feet and helped him change into his pajamas. Which mostly consisted of Steve holding Eddie upright when he needed and handing him his clothes.  

Eddie snuggled up in the large bed and watched out of the corner of his eye, Steve getting ready for bed.

“The doc say anything about the road rash on your back and arms?” Eddie asked when he saw the still angry-looking burns when Steve pulled off his shirt.

Steve looked over his shoulder first at the scabbed over burn and then at Eddie. He shrugged. “Keep it clean. Keep it dry. And don’t do that ever again.”

Eddie rolled over on his back and propped himself up on his elbow. “You know, I starting to think I got the better deal than you did. And that’s never happened before. Rich boy always got preferential treatment over the poor boy.”

Steve sighed and turned around, pulling the soft shirt down over his chest. “It’s because by the time I got to the hospital there wasn’t much they could do. Some doctors take offense to that. I guess Dr Hathaway is one of those.”

He crawled into bed and into Eddie’s space. He laid back on the bed and let Eddie snuggle close.

“Thanks for tonight, Stevie,” he murmured.

Steve kissed his forehead. “You’re welcome, Eds. I’m happy to do this for you.”

*

Steve woke up to Eddie bouncing on the bed excitedly. “What’s the plan for today, sweetheart?”

He laughed. “First thing’s first. Breakfast. Room service provided. And then some shopping before lunch. Then if we have time before dinner, we’ll hang around like tourists. Then the concert at 7pm. Ozzy is opening, so I was told to make sure we were at the box office by 6:30pm.”

Eddie jumped off the bed and when he straightened he whimpered a small, “Ow.”

“Got a little too excited there, sunshine?” Steve asked as he got of bed. “Forgot you weren’t quite up to par yet?”

Eddie nodded with a pout.

“Let’s take a look and make sure nothing has opened back up, shall we?” Steve asked, tugging on the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie nodded and let Steve pull up the shirt. Steve ran his fingers over the bandages.

“Everything seems okay,” he murmured.

“Kay,” Eddie said, shyly.  

They ordered breakfast and got ready to go. They chatted happily through their meal, munching away on perfectly cooked bacon, light and fluffy French toast, and scrambled eggs.

“So are we coming back here before the concert then to change?” Eddie asked when Steve told him to just wear whatever.

“I figured we just come back here for dinner and change before we go,” he replied with a shrug.

Eddie nodded. “Sounds good, sweetheart. I’m assuming that by Jeff and them helping you out, they helped you with your clothes for tonight?”

Steve leaned in. “Oh, what’s the matter, sunshine? You afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of your favorite band?”

Eddie blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Steve kissed his cheek. “Of course you did. But it’s okay. I’m way ahead of you on that, Eds. I won’t look out of place.”

Eddie blushed deepened, flushing his ears and throat. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or out of place. I don’t want this to be torture for you. I want you to have fun, too.”

Steve pulled him in close and put his hands on Eddie’s hips. “I know you do. I was only teasing. The one thing I’m worried about is the flashing lights and whether or not I’ll have to pull out my sunglasses.”

“What’s up with that?” Eddie asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Oh, that’s right,” Steve said. “You haven’t been in the party long enough to know. As part of the many side effects of my many concussions, I get migraines. Flashing lights can trigger them.”

Eddie hugged him. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay tonight?”

Steve leaned back far enough to kiss him. “Yeah, sunshine. I promise. I and Nancy have planned for every eventuality. I’ll be fine. Besides, I won’t be watching the band. The only show I’m interested in, is watching you light up like rich kid on Christmas morning.”

Eddie giggled. “All right, sweetheart. I’ll trust you know what you’re doing.”

“You ready for the best day of your life?”

Eddie’s giggle turned into a full on laugh. “Yeah, babe. Let’s go.”

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[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

Hi! I've just read There Are Many Benefits To Being A Banite Minion and really enjoyed your interpretation of the Church of Bane.

Do you have anymore hc about the church that you'd be willing to share? Another mutual and I were talking today about how the church recruits new members so would love to hear your thoughts on that!

BIG INHALE

Hi Crystal!!! Welcome to my girlblog, you have unlocked my TED Talk. I fucking love lorecrafting and I am delighted to talk your ear off.

So I always do an embarrassing amount of research into one-line throwaways, but this sentence is incredibly load-bearing:

And as your watchful brothers and sisters close in around you, whispering their approval, you understand suddenly how cults pull people in with such efficacy.

There’s a ton of excellent articles I read which are locked behind a JSTOR subscription from back issues of sociology magazines. These went into great depth about the espoused beliefs of new age religions and cults and which parts of the human psyche these target. At the end of the day the common points are these:

Lobster in cookpot socialization: recruits will hear the least threatening version of an organization’s beliefs first. They will be welcomed with open arms and effusive lovebombing so that it feels good, feels rewarding, feels that you are part of something greater and grander than mundane life.

Carrot/stick emotional manipulation: Recruits are then made to feel guilt over actions which would go against the organization’s goals, and are praised over things which adhere to those strictures. Over time they then subconsciously gravitate to doing things which elicit the carrot, and again, make them feel good.

Control of environment and information: As the recruit is slowly boiled with increasing adherence to the organization’s will, you slap the lid on. An Us Versus Them mentality is the backbone of any good propaganda, and the organization then fosters distrust in media, in one’s friends and family, in those who just aren’t part of the organization. A sense of superiority follows here, and then you have a fresh new minion.

If this sounds familiar, it should!! You are not immune to propaganda. This is how a lot of manipulations built on belief work. State the belief. Push the belief. Make the belief the only thing worth believing. Keep the believer forever.

In 5E, Bane’s portfolio of divine influence shifts from earlier editions to “ambition, control, tyranny.” I’ve chosen to honor those in that order. Ambition first, control to achieve its end, and if that doesn’t suffice, tyranny. Might is right. Slytherinesque manipulations and power plays abound, because after the whole thing with Cyric, Bane learned that if your recruits all kill each other to rise in the ranks, soon you won’t have any recruits. Whoops. Killing is only for outsiders.

So then in my mind, recruiting for the Church of Bane works like this:

“Hey I see you’re struggling with meeting life’s basic needs. Can I interest you in a bit of mercenary work? There’s an asshole who kicks cats and owes a widow money or something and I’m trying to track him down.”

“Oh good job beating up those scoundrels, you really helped [insert name of downtrodden old widow]. Hey, if you ever need spare coin again and aren’t averse to a bit of fisticuffs, you can find me here.”

“Oh wow it’s you! Good to see you again! Here for more work? The weather’s sweltering today, I’ve got a nice surveillance mission so we can sip on chilled tea and take notes while we catch up.”

“Oh, you can’t write our Faerûnian language? Our order teaches our recruits everything. Hey, if you’re down to make more of a commitment than that of a mercenary, I’ll sponsor you and you’ll get three hots and a cot out of us.”

[banite training montage] let’s get down to business to defeat the cyricists and other enemies of our order

“Oh hey you killed a man but it was in self-defense! Hey don’t worry you aren’t damned for that in the eyes of OUR god haha… wink wonk…”

“Oh wow it turns out that those people you killed were just the personal enemies of one of our members, but hey, they were bad people yanno?”

“Oh we are just killing people for personal power of our superiors, but that’s fine isn’t it? After all, you’ve been doing the same thing, hurting people just to eat something better than the slop they serve at the poorhouse. And look what all you’ve learned and gained at our hands. If you hate it, rise up in the ranks, rule over your lessers, and make our mission what YOU want it to be.”

???

Profit. Which in this case is “kiss Enver Gortash.”

[guysunderwearstories]

Story #23

“Pajama day? What are we, five years old?”

Aaron was disgusted. Not only was his boss making them work all day on a Saturday, but he was trying to insult him and the other employees by making it a “fun pajama day.” This job was supposed to be a part-time thing to put on his resume, but here it was ruining his social life.

“I just thought if we all had to be here on a Saturday, we could all dress comfortably,” said his boss, Vincent. Though Vincent founded the small startup, he looked like he couldn’t be a day over thirty. With an imposing figure and brown hair shaved into a buzz cut, his constant sternness juxtaposed what could only be described as a youthful face. Both his seriousness and his youth described exactly a person that would find pajama day fun.

“Again, since I’m not a toddler, I don’t own any pajamas, so I guess I have to work on a Saturday AND be uncomfortable doing it,” replied Aaron. Brock and Sam, the other two guys his age in the office, nodded emphatically.

“Can you guys bring sweatpants or something?” Vincent was looking flustered.

“Why do we have different rules we have to follow than everyone else?” Brock fake whined. His carefully styled black hair and Egyptian features made him look more like he belonged in a modeling agency than a startup. He, like Aaron, clearly just wanted to push Vincent’s buttons.

“If I’m going to wear pants, I’m not going to wear sweatpants. I’m going to actually commit to the bit,” laughed Sam. Sam had a slight Australian accent, dark hair shaved into a fade, and charming enough looks and personality that no one really noticed that what he said didn’t make a thing of sense.

“Well if you boys don’t wear pajamas, what do you wear to sleep?” inquired Luis. He was the one older man in the office. “I”m genuinely curious,” he said innocently to a clearly exasperated Vincent.

“Boxers,” said Aaron proudly.

“Undies,” said Brock with a grin.

“What kind?” asked Sam. “Panties? Budgie smugglers?”

“Nah, boxers too,” laughed Brock as he gave Sam a punch on the arm.

“This meeting has gone off the rails!” Vincent wasn’t happy about having to work all day Saturday either and all this backtalk wasn’t helping his mood. “If you boys really want to come in Saturday wearing your actual sleepwear, be my guest! Karen is still on maternity leave, so it’s not like anyone is going to mind!” Lisa, who they all called Karen, was the only woman in the office.

“Boo ya!” Aaron, Brock and Sam all high fived each other.

“Not that I think you boys have the balls to do it,” muttered Vincent under his breath.

“Carefully, Vinny, that’s an HR violation,” teased Aaron.

Aaron drove home, his displeasure at working Saturday completely alleviated by the knowledge he could cause havoc at work showing up in his boxers. As soon as Aaron walked in the door, he shed his khakis and waltzed around in his blue boxers with red lobsters on them. If he was going to spend all day in his underwear, he might as well get the practice in now. He plopped down on the couch, but the sudden movement caused a family jewel to plop out the bottom of his underpants, which he hastily readjusted. He frowned. Even if his office was willing to bend the dress code rules tomorrow, there was only so far they’d be willing to go. He got an idea and walked upstairs.

He knocked on his roommate James’ door. James, in the middle of a video game, laughed when he saw Aaron, though it was almost bitter. “Nice outfit,” said James. After all, Aaron was standing there in his plaid button down work shirt and crustacean boxers.

“Well, I have to get used to it don’t I?” laughed Aaron. He quickly filled in James on the events of the day.

“Why are you telling me all this?” asked James.

“Well, while boxers are pretty similar to shorts, there’s always the possibility that something might pop out the bottom,” Aaron grinned. “You would know that if you ever wore boxers.”

James glared at him.

Aaron continued, “I was wondering if you would loan me a pair of briefs I could wear underneath. I don’t own any.”

James looked at you in horror. “Loan you a pair of my underwear?”

“What?” asked Aaron. “You’ve loaned me bathing suits. If you don’t, I’m going to have to go to the store and actually spend money on those things. And I don’t want to encourage any future production of them.”

James scoffed. “Remind me to burn those bathing suits.”

Both boys stared at each other in awkward silence. It was time to address the elephant in the room.

Last weekend, after a breakup with his girlfriend, James drank way too much and somehow ended up filming an Instagram Live at 2 am featuring all his unsuspecting roommates. Only issue was James was in his underwear and all of his roommates were in their various sleeping attire (for the majority of them, their underpants). It’s not that Aaron was embarrassed to be seen in his underwear (he was going to work pantsless tomorrow, after all), but it was the principle of the thing; even if James was drunk, his instincts were try to embarrass his friend.

But even Aaron had to admit that the guys’ retaliation may have gone a bit too far. They picked up a fast asleep James and left him in nothing but his briefs on the porch of their attractive neighbor, June. As James angrily informed them all the morning after, he woke up (quite cold) to a disgusted looking June, clutching her bathrobe tightly to her body and poking him with a broomstick. James merely ran away. He still has never spoken to her and after that he probably never would.

“Listen. It was none of our finest hours,” Aaron said slowly.

“Get out of here. Not doing anything for you after that shit,” snapped James.

Aaron wasn’t too bothered. James had a bit of a temper but he was fiercely loyal to his friends and he knew their “bromance” wasn’t in any danger. But he was slightly annoyed that now he had to go to Walmart to buy briefs, something he has never done.

Aaron walked into the store from his xar. He found a pack of five solid black Gildan that didn’t look to bad (saying “good looking briefs” would have been too much of an oxymoron for him). But $35! He was going to wear them under his briefs one time for a bit at work. That wasn’t worth it.

The store didn’t have a ton of briefs; mainly boxers and boxer briefs lined the shelves. While it inconvenienced him in this moment, the lack of briefs being available to the public did restore his faith in humanity just a little bit.

He involuntarily grimaced as he passed a seven pack of Hanes tighty whities. His housemates Carlos wore them, and as a result in the infamous Instagram Live he looked like a beefy baby. But he did a double take. $15?!? For a pack of 7?!? He couldn’t argue that was a better deal. He found a pack in his size and shrugged. It’s not like anyone would see them. He tried to shake off the feeling that that statement was probably some nasty foreshadowing, almost like something an amateur writer might put in some gay erotica on Tumblr.

When he got home, Aaron went into his room, took off his boxers, and pulled on the tighty whities. He had to laugh at himself. He took off his plaid work shirt and stood there in nothing but the tighty whities. They made him look a loser but he had to admit a pretty well-endowed loser.

He slid back the boxers over them. Nothing was going to pop out now. There were some faintly visible brief lines, but if anyone was going to be staring at his ass that intently they better be buying him dinner first. The Hanes waistband stuck out over the top, but he wasn’t worried, as he’d be wearing a shirt tomorrow.

His phone buzzed from inside his discarded pants. He picked it up to see a text from James.

JAMES: Sorry for being a dick.

AARON: All good. Was kind of a dick too. Can you drive me to work tomorrow lol. Eli is borrowing my car.

JAMES: Sure. Text me a time.

Aaron smiled. James really was loyal to a fault.

The next day, Aaron woke up and got “dressed” for work. He pulled on the white briefs, a pair of white boxers with red polka dots (the funniest pair he owned), and a white wifebeater tank top. Socks and sneakers completed the outfit. He didn’t even put on a coat, as he wanted everyone in the office to take in his grand entrance.

Aaron and and James walked to James’s car. They carried two large boxes of bags of potato chips. As the least senior employee, Aaron had also been charged with bringing snacks to get them through this awful Saturday workday.

James parked the car. Aaron stopped him.

“Let me carry in the boxes with you.”

“Oh please,” Aaron brushed him off. “I got it.”

“Seriously.” James looked at him. “I was mad about one person seeing me in my underwear but I put you online. I feel bad. Let me help you out. Not like you can carry in both boxes those scrawny arms anyway.”

“Fuck off,” laughed Aaron. The two guys got out of the car, bragged boxes, and started walking towards the office.

As Aaron opened the door, he heard the crunch of potato chips as James threw his box to the floor. He gripped the waistband of Aaron’s boxers and pushed him forward with all his strength. Fuck. James must actually have been stronger than him, because his boxers ripped clean off. He landed on the office floor in full view of his coworkers, wearing nothing but white socks, black sneakers, the white tank top, and the Hanes tighty whities.

“I didn’t know you brought white ones!” cackled James. He ran out the door. Aaron heard snickering coming from every guy in the office. He took a couple seconds to recover from the shock before standing up. He started to run for James, but felt Vincent’s hands on his shoulders.

“You wanted to wear your actual sleepwear to work, and now that you showed up like this, you actually have to work.” Vincent looked stern and aggressive at the same time. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.

“I don’t actually wear these,” sputtered Aaron. “I was-“

“What do you mean you don’t actually wear them, you’re wearing them right now,” said Vincent. The whole office, still listening intently to the conversation, erupted in laughter.

Most of the office opted for Vincent’s sweatpants idea. A handful of guys wore flannel pajama pants. Brock and Sam were the only two in boxers. Brock opted for a basketball jersey and some Yankee boxers. Sam wore a faded fraternity t-shirt and some dark green boxers with light green shamrocks on them. As Aaron sat at his desk in shame, the two guys walked up to him.

“Was that your boyfriend who dropped you off?” teased Brock.

“Shut up.” Aaron was fuming.

“I didn’t think guys actually wore those outside of cartoons, but good for you for being different.” It seemed like Sam was trying to be nice. In his own special way. “Kind of weird to wear them to work though.”

Brock started, “Yea I can kind of see the outline of your-“. Aaron slapped a folder in front of crotch. He was humiliated. He hadn’t worn briefs since the age of six and now at the age of 23 he had the spend the entire workday in them. This was the stuff of nightmares.

All day long, people came over to take peeks of him and chuckle. He would keep trying to cover himself with things but everyone would just take them away. He was pretty sure he saw Brock filming a Tik Tok.

Luis walked over to him. He just wore his normal work clothes.

“Now people used to wear briefs but I thought that went out of fashion years ago,” he said to Aaron.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Aaron’s patience was waning.

“Listen here you little shit.” Luis, usually jovial, was not messing around. He opened up a pair of potato chips to reveal nothing but dust. “I am not going to take any crap from some loser who wears tighty whities to work.”

[wickedsrest-rp]

The metallic wail heard round the world—or at least, heard over the township of Wicked’s Rest. The skyquake, the first of its kind in this part of Maine, brings the entire town to a stop. Cleanup efforts from the mineral ooze catastrophe are finally concluded, and the next strange occurrence is hot on its heels. It seems that this place will never truly know peace. 

The sound, like the rusted hinges of a heavenly gate the size of Mount Everest being opened, lasts for about five seconds, then fades, then spins up again for another round of deafening, unexplained phenomena. It continues for about half an hour, and seems to happen once every day or two. There have been many theories offered by the local media, some of them more earthly-bound and others pointing blame at the Null Impact Crater and Zilch, the cryptid believed to reside there… but no one can be certain. Is Zilch phoning home? Are we about to be invaded by a superior alien race? That’s certainly what some Resters think, including but not limited to the Good Neighbors. New homemade signs are appearing all over town every night, warning people to stay away from the impact crater and the Flat, claiming that both are clearly dangerous and a part of something larger going on. And, well… they certainly aren’t wrong about the danger. 

A very well known and well loved Rester, Jedidiah Hodge Sr., is missing. The local man is owner and operator of Red’s Eats, a long-standing shack restaurant that has been serving ‘Maine’s #1 lobster roll’ for over fifty years. His employees and family are confused and upset by his sudden disappearance, claiming that he started acting strangely just before vanishing. They have no idea where he might have gone, as he “has always been dedicated to this restaurant and to serving the people of Wicked’s Rest the best damn lobster they’ve ever had.” Authorities are looking into it. 

There has also been speculation from several sources of questionable repute that one Blake Sheffield, a member of the local board of selectmen and organizer of monthly town hall meetings, is pushing for the resources spent on these missing person’s cases to be allocated elsewhere, claiming that we “can’t keep wasting time on these people that want to just wander off into the woods. We all know how dangerous the woods are.” This pivot away from ‘helping thy neighbor’ seems in stark contrast to the fact that it was Blake herself who organized the temporary shelters for Resters displaced by the ooze. By all accounts, she seems to have undergone a full personality shift. And she’s not the only one.

It wouldn’t be Wicked’s Rest if some enterprising people and groups weren’t quick to market the skyquakes. Should you go see the sky splitting open? Probably not. But the “photos of the skyquakes” are selling postcards like crazy (no, the skyquakes are not visible), and the township has erected several “listening stations” around town where the acoustics are best. 

A strange symbol is appearing on things across town, seemingly painted onto surfaces. It’s round with what looks like a mysterious face in the middle (if you squint?), and it’s most frequently being sighted around the Abnormality, though there have been reports of it in more far-flung parts of town, too. No one knows what it means. Speculation abounds. Is it some teenager’s graffiti tag? The mark of a new cryptid? Installation art? Those who have spent time around or in service of demons before will be filled with a supernatural dread when near these symbols.

A recent ghost tour went incredibly wrong, and the woman running it, Helene, turned out to be a ghost in the process of gaining strange abilities. While she’s been destroyed and answers to a lot of questions were destroyed with her, those on the tour won’t soon forget what they have seen. Survivors are few in number and those who didn’t make it are trapped in the crystalized goo we’re all familiar with. But this time, it is not so easily shattered. The town is trying to avoid bad PR by reminding everyone that the waivers signed before the tour did cover this.

The skyquakes have been confusing the local wildlife – some species and creatures are frightened and may be leaving town entirely, while others are scared to the point of uncharacteristic aggression. House pets and supernatural monsters alike may become threatening whenever the sky booms.

There’s been an influx of doomsday prepper types from the outskirts of town, taking up residence in the Common and other parks to try and convince passers-by that their reckoning event is the correct one. Because yes, of course there’s a few separate groups with ideas that challenge one another. Hopefully it doesn’t escalate.

The Good Neighbors may be more than they seem. While it’s surely full of well-intended neighborhood watch types, its leadership might have other ideas. Some people are going missing and it’s usually presumed to be connected to the strange behavior others are exhibiting, but the Neighbors have been weirdly tight-lipped about a few of these disappearances. Will your character investigate or get caught up in their the Neighbors’ secrecy? [Send us a ModMail if interested in this longer-term plot – a few characters can be involved, but first come first served!]

[n4kama]

@thenihilistofthevoid There was enough... He'd seen enough of the life that awaited him if he didn't divert his course. It wasn't just the insane training regimen that tore his muscles and cracked his bones, his grandfather's obsession or just the fact that when he signed that paper, he'd be chained to the organization he knew was increasingly corrupt for life... It was the possibility of having to fight Luffy and or Ace. He cared for his "brothers", even if Garp ensured their meetings were sparse. He didn't want to see them be executed, as a child Saburo saw enough death. But he couldn't reach them. No idea where they were now, so it left but short alternatives. Entering Baratie, a restaurant Garp frequented and often cleared out considering their shared appetite, Saburo stared the man at the door down, untintentionally unleashing some of his Haki to get through. Looking at the menu, his civilian clothing didn't hide all the bruising from Garp's latest "Fist of Love", for insubordination. "I want the lobster linguini. And one of the t-bone steaks with marbling. The calamari starter, the eggs benedict, and as for dessert, bring me the whole tray. You can take what's left of it after I'm done." The dark-haired young male asked, making an order that'd satisfy four adults.

Sanji was stuck waiting tables again, punishment for his latest round of mouthing off to the old man, the seventeen year old hated it, he hated having to put on a polite face for everyone he served when it was obvious he didn't want to be serving them. His eyes flickered up to the door when he felt a peculiar presence flare into existence, pupils narrowing in consideration as he watched the younger boy enter the restaurant. With practiced ease, Sanji stayed within ear shot as he heard the order and knew that something wasn't entirely right so he caught the other waiter and told him to warn Zeff about a possible dine and dash, but also told him to mention the bruises that were obvious to see.

As the other waiter gave a nod, Sanji moved with purpose to the table and sat down opposite him with a firm stare. "We don’t appreciate people doing a dine and dash, kid" Sanji drawled lightly as he eyed the othet boy closely, having to fight back his own memories at seeing the slightly emaciated look of the boy, "Can you prove you can pay?"

Zeff was intrigued when he heard about the order being sent in, and also slightly confused at the fact that Sanji had stepped in and mentioned the bruises. He moved to the doorway of the kitchen, looking through the little window as he watched his eggplant speak with the young lad that was a possible runner. Immediately, he recognised the lad that sometimes accompanied Garp and knew that there was no way that the lad was leaving, nor would he allow the boy to return to Garp if he was indeed covered in bruises.

He opened the door and gave a sharp whistle that Sanji knew meant to continue on.

[angelasscribbles]

Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 6: Rashad

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR                                                                       

Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Synopsis: A case of mistaken identity plagues Rashad.

Word Count: 975

Rating: MA

Warning: language

This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.

“Well, there’s no way we’re getting back on the other side of the street anytime soon,” Leo observed, “So we might as well make the most of it!”

Rashad opened his mouth to reply, but before he got the chance, unseen hands grabbed him, and an unfamiliar voice called out, “Hey, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing off the float?”

Rashad found himself jerked from the ground and dragged onto a moving platform covered in an explosion of gold, green and purple flowers, streamers, and ribbons. A statue of Bacchus graced the center of the float.

“What is happening?” He yelped.

The float was filled with people all wearing identical costumes, inexplicably the exact same outfit he was wearing!

So much for Max’s promise of originality.

“I got these t-shirts for everyone!” Max was brimming with excitement as he passed them out. They were all emblazoned with individual slogans.

“Max, I am not wearing a shirt that says “It ain’t gonna suck itself! That…that’s vulgar!”

“It’s talking about the crawfish! I looked them up! They’re a type of crustation! Like a small lobster-“

“I know what a crawfish is, Max! That’s hardly the point!”

“It’s fine,” Max waved a hand dismissively in the air, “No one will see it anyway because of the suit.”

“I know you! You’re Chowder’s friend Ricky!” A woman with a Cajun accent greeted him, “Thanks for filling in at the last minute!”

“No…I…uh…”

The float lurched to a stop. The woman shoved a bucket of beads in his hands, “Toss those out to the crowd!”

“But I’m not-“ The woman had already turned around and was tossing beads to the crowd on the other side of the float.

“Beads! Beads! Beads!” the crowd chanted.

“Come on, Ricky! Toss the damn beads!” The man who had hauled him onto the float yelled.

With a shrug, Rashad turned and leaned down and over the edge as he tossed the beads.

A woman that had to be three times his age lurched over the edge of the float and lunged for him, “You’re cute! Come to momma!”

“Oh! I…” he stumbled backward but not before her teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“Ow!” His head jerked back but then forward again as he realized pulling away was making the situation worse.

“Hey, Ricky, stop kissing the GILF and get back up here! We’re moving again!”

“Wha-?” he tried to yell, “No!”

The float rolled forward, his body moving with it. The woman stumbled along next to them, refusing to release his lips.

“We’ve got a clinger!” A voice yelled.

“On it!” A second voice replied. The woman that had handed him the bucket darted over to the edge of the float and spritzed the one attached to his lips with a super soaker.

“Hey!” The woman yelped, releasing Rashad’s lips as she stumbled back away from the edge of the float.

“Thanks!” Rashad rubbed his mouth tenderly.

“No problem, Ricky!” She slapped him on the back with a smile.

“I’m not-“

“Hey, Ricky!” The man who had pulled him onto the float called, “Welcome to the club! That happened to me about seven years back and the bitch pulled me all the way off! That’s why you never lean over the edge! And why Nancy there carries the water gun!”

“Good to know…” Rashad mumbled as he resumed tossing beads into the crowd.

“I’m Mike, you’ve met Nancy,” the man said, then pointed to the closest members of the krewe, “that’s Frank, Emerson, Blake, Tarren, and Gloria!”

“Nice to meet everyone,” Rashad responded politely, “But I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I’m not-“

He was cut off and drowned out as the band began to play again. He glanced around at his surroundings. The float he was on was moving, crowds pressed in from both sides, and there were no easy means of egress in sight.

Nancy pulled him to a giant chest filled with beads and other plastic trinkets and scooped a bucket full then handed it to him and pointed to Frank.

Rashad finally got the idea and spent the next hour alternating between tossing beads himself and filling and delivering buckets to the other members of the krewe.

He quickly settled into a system that kept everyone’s buckets full. He made polite chit-chat between band numbers and began to enjoy the act of tossing goodies into outstretched hands. It was amazing how happy people were to receive such little things.

“We’re almost at the end of the route!”

“Time to crown our king!”

“I vote for Ricky!”

“Yeah, he saved us from being short a man, nearly gotten eaten by a GILF, turned out to be a damn good bucket man, and has been an overall good sport about all of it!”

“Who votes for Ricky?”

Chants of “Ricky! Ricky! Ricky!” filled the air.

“Ricky it is! Get over here, Ricky!”

“Oh…ah..okay…” Rashad turned to Nancy, “What’s a GILF?”

She guffawed as she told him, “A grandmother I’d like to fuck!”

“Ohh…” he didn’t have time to react as he was pulled to the center of the float and an ornate plastic replica of the Imperial State Crown of England was placed on his head.

“All hail King Ricky!” A chorus of cheers broke out.

“Yay! King Ricky!”

“Long live King Ricky!”

“Ricky’s the man!”

The float came to a stop and Rashad scrambled off of it.

“Hey, Ricky!” Mike called, “Tell Chowder I said his ass better show up for the next PTA meeting!”

“Sure!” Rashad turned around, “Hey, which way is the Golden Lantern?”

“That way!” Mike pointed, “About six blocks up, then take a left and go four blocks over!”

“Thanks!” Rashad waved over his shoulder as he checked his watch. If he hurried, he’d make it just in time for Max’s birthday meetup.

[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

[smileymoth]

all jokes aside what has ronnie radke done? I've heard a bunch of shit from rape accusations to homicide accomplice to like???? there's an article that im mad i can't find that started with the lines 'Assault. Animal abuse. Drama online. Ronnie Radke is in the news again, for all the reasons' or something like that and it haunts me but genuinely, how much of this shit is actually true? Deeply confused and very out of the loop over here.

okay well. this is what i know. so don't quote me on it but i hope it clears some things up?

he got jailed for wearing brass knuckles to a fight in a state that they were illegal in, he did NOT get jailed for killing a man, his friend however got time for self defense, because the guy who died was threatening them with a gun so Ronnies friend shot him. iirc.

the rape and domestic abuse accusations were dropped by the court because of the lack of evidence, so there's really no saying in how accurate or inaccurate they are, since we know how easily sa accusations get brushed to the side...

he threw a metal mic stand to the crowd and injured a fan in the crowd, he did pay for all the hospital expenses with no issues (i think) so that was solved. still a shitty thing to do and most venues now (or the one that it happened at) banned metal mic stands. that's less of a "kill him now" thing but still kinda funny and odd that it happened in the first place ?? y'know ??

i have NO clue about the animal abuse. i just know he has a dog called Lobster and that's it

Mostly what he's done in the past years that i'm aware of:

he's chronically online and can't take criticism whatsoever

he thinks everyone criticizing his music is attacking him so he has a fullon meltdown on his twitter (that got banned for harassment i think. imagine getting banned in elon musk era twt??)

he has really transphobic views, he went off about the ''trans women in bathrooms'' ''debate'' and was just NOT listening to anyone. he can NOT be wrong in ANY scenario. he will just attack you. people were very calmly trying to explain to him why he should reconsider his comments and he just.. went off on them. it was so stupid.

he bullied non binary teenagers (mostly fans) on tiktok for using they/them pronouns. this was like 2 years ago. i think his tiktok got deleted?

constantly getting into random arguments with other musicians he doesn't like. it's just unnecessary

he has also made ableist remarks about a girl in a wheelchair to her face at a meet and greet (allegedly), racist, homophobic and other transphobic comments, that i have not witnessed myself but i've heard from people online and i do believe he has made those because he's just... a handful.

he's just a massive cunt really but, knowing that he has quite a big platform it just pisses me off. as sb said on reddit, it's his massive ego, inability to take criticism, bigoted comments, and victim complex...

so he's very much a red pilled transphobe who kind of scares me because why are you as a 40 year old bullying children on tiktok and commenting about where trans women can piss. please get a hobby

and i'm obviously missing things but this is what i am aware of and have witnessed live on twt and tiktok T_T unfortunately

[memelleity]

stardust sentence starters

❝ i’m charged with guarding the portal to another world, and you’re asking me to just let you through? ❞

❝ what do you want of me? ❞

❝ don’t forget the flowers! ❞

❝ are you all right? ❞

❝ want some breakfast? ❞

❝ look, i’m sorry about last night. ❞

❝ i lost my job. i’m sorry. ❞

❝ every man i ever envied when i was a boy has led an unremarkable life… so you don’t fit with the popular crowd. i take that as a very good omen. ❞

❝ i have something for you. a surprise. ❞

❝ i’ve never had champagne before. ❞

❝ there’s a big world out there. i’m gonna make my fortune. ❞

❝ for your hand in marriage, i’d cross oceans or continents. ❞

❝ i would go to the gold fields of san francisco, and bring you back your weight in gold… i’d go to africa and bring you back a diamond as big as your fist. or i’d go to the arctic and i— i’d slaughter a polar bear and bring you back its head. ❞

❝ people like you and people like me we’re just… not… ❞

❝ i should be going, it’s really late. ❞

❝ oh, please. you’re not annoyed about that whole murder thing, are you? ❞

❝ i’ve never opened it… it’s addressed to you. ❞

❝ do i look like i’m your mother? ❞

❝ you can help by leaving me alone! ❞

❝ you’re funny. ❞

❝ may i just say in advance that i am sorry? ❞

❝ nothing says romance like the gift of a kidnapped, injured woman! ❞

❝ how have we lived this way all these years? ❞

❝ don’t you ever sleep? ❞

❝ coming out is off the agenda. ❞

❝ don’t push your luck. ❞

❝ i know what you are… ❞

❝ one can never be too careful. ❞

❝ i’ll get you a seat. ❞

❝ heads or tails? ❞

❝ how do you know my… ❞

❝ so let me get this straight. you think you know we’re going the right way because, and i quote, ‘i just do.’ ❞

❝ please don’t do this again. ❞

❝ has excessive begging or pleading ever persuaded me to spare the life of a traitor? ❞

❝ please, let me ride with you. ❞

❝ maybe providence sent me to you just as it sent you to me. ❞

❝ how do you like your bath? warm, hot, or boil-a-lobster? ❞

❝ let’s get you out of your wet things, shall we? ❞

❝ i’m just glad you’re feeling better. ❞

❝ you seem happier in yourself. ❞

❝ you have no idea what you’re meddling with! ❞

❝ they’re going to kill us, aren’t they? ❞

❝ i used to watch people having adventures… i envied them. ❞

❝ you ever heard the expression, be careful what you wish for? ❞

❝ you saved my life. thank you. ❞

❝ do you have any idea what this means? ❞

❝ there’s nothing more to tell you. ❞

❝ this was a way for me to prove how i felt. ❞

❝ murdered by pirates… heart torn out and eaten… meet ____… i can’t quite decide which sounds more fun. ❞

❝ this is the part where you tell me who you are and why you’re here. ❞

❝ that’s one lie too many, ____. ❞

❝ ever try to get blood stains out of a silk shirt? nightmare. ❞

❝ when i’m done, your own mother won’t recognize you. ❞

❝ honey, you’re wearing a bathrobe. ❞

❝ why fight to be accepted by people you don’t actually want to be like? ❞

❝ you’re being very rude. ❞

❝ reputations, you know. a lifetime to build, seconds to destroy. ❞

❝ are you mocking me? ❞

❝ i don’t trust anyone. ❞

❝ you seriously think i could kill anyone? ❞

❝ everlasting life? i imagine it would be kind of lonely. ❞

❝ you know when i said i knew little about love? well, that wasn’t true… i know a lot about love. ❞

❝ i know that love is unconditional. but i also know it can be… unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and… strangely easy to mistake for loathing. ❞

❝ i’m trying to say, ____, is… i think i love you. ❞

❝ my heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. it belongs to you. ❞

❝ i warned you. save your strength. ❞

❝ i’ve been so worried about you. ❞

❝ excuse me? i think you’re in my bath. ❞

❝ you know what i want. ❞

❝ you must have a death wish. ❞

❝ are you talking to me? ❞

❝ you look awful! ❞

❝ how do i know you can be trusted? ❞

❝ we have to learn to live with each other. ❞

❝ i couldn’t have done that without you. ❞

❝ i thought i’d lost you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

[the-jellicle-duelist]

random movie every week week 2/1498 - The Lobster (2015)

hello, i have a lot of movies and i have not seen that many of them. so every week i will watch a movie at random, and then wright a little blog about it and give it a rating out of 5 stars THE RULES

i can skip any marvel movie i want (because i have seen them and i don't want to watch them again)

i can skip any movie i have seen more than twice (the goal is to watch movies that are new to me, but could be interesting to return to a movie i have only seen once, hence the rule)

ratings are out of 5 stars, with NO HALF STARS. half stars are for babies

If a film is part of a series, i reserve the right to start the film series from the beginning

HERE WE GO

The Lobster (2015)

i had not heard of this film prior to watching it, so i went in not knowing almost anything. it was indeed an A24 film, so i had a certain expectation of like a house style, and it basically met those expectations

the basic plot of the film is in the world, if you are Single for a certain amount of time, at any point, it is illegal. there is a facility which you can go to to potentially meet someone and become married and therefore avoid what seems to be the end result of being single for too long and getting caught: becoming an animal. you do get to pick what animal

the man character of the film (colin farrell; i don't remember his name) is here. he is there for a while, and after getting closer to his scheduled Last Day, he fakes a relationship with a monster of a woman, who forces him to reveal that their relationship is fake.

he ends up in the woods with the Loaners, an equally bad solution to this problem where they live in the woods and they Must be alone, and they Must follow those rules or bad things happen to them.

naturally, colin farrell falls in love with someone, and after that relationship is attempted to be sabotaged by their leader, they run away from the group. if you watch the movie, relationships seem to require a key element that you share, and colin farrell and rachel weisz were both shortsighted. but the leader has her surgically blinded. but they still run away together. colin is about to blind himself in the bathroom with a steak knife, and it is implied he left her in that restaurant because he could not go thru with blinding himself

what i thought:

i was pretty frustrated with this film by the end of it. the film as like Metaphor (how society puts a lot of emphasis on everyone needing to be partnered up, from the way we build our communities to the way we file our taxes, society by and large is designed to support A Couple as a unit, and we are taking this to an extreme.) it mostly works. i see what they were going for. the film's text? the way the film was conveying its themes i felt like it was really messy.

a sticking point throughout was the notion that you cannot build a relationship on a lie. which, yeah that makes sense you probably shouldn't do that. there seemed to be no room for a relationship that you build? together? it seemed so strange to me that at no point two people in that weird facility didn't look at each other and say 'i like you but i can't really pinpoint a singular thing that connects us what if we just say it's racecars and get out of here?"

like is divorce illegal too? can we not just try something out for a while? the definition of relationship seemed pretty defined to the characters, but it was not clear to me, and so therefore when characters made decisions i was just like what the fuck are they doing?

i GET why the facility managers did what they did, and why the leader of the Loaners did what she did: they both wanted to maintain the weird amount of power they had over these people's lives. is that part of the metaphor? are they The Government? are they Society?

the rest of the characters? they way they talked to eachother, and how they interacted with eachother was insane to me. and finally when colin and rachel fell in love, and they almost seemed like they were gonna get out of there, it ends with colin being unable to commit to her even tho now they are differently sighted. and tbh i am not sure how that is supposed to make me feel. and by the end of the movie i basically didn't care.

am i supposed to feel bad for rachel? (i kind of do, she did get blinded against her will.) but also the two of them couldn't not be so incredibly horny in front of the Leader's family? i don't think i do really feel that bad for her. am i supposed to feel bad for colin? sure his brother got murdered in a really disturbing way. but also he was REALLY HORNY. he also said he would be with this girl and now she is blind and alone in a restaurant. am i supposed to hate colin for that?

how the answer to their problem is not 'find something else to bond over, even if it takes times' is so fucking stupid bonkers to me that i can't support what they were trying to get across with this film

i gave this film 2 Stars. it's fine, it probably works for someone. i hate the way the dialogue is written, and it just does not make sense as a film to me.

here is a screenshot of my notes:

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