#but Joe can still choke his ass out

[are-we-really-doing-this]

God I’m not even mad, I’m so glad that Punk won, I love Punk, did you know I Love CM Punk??

[lushlovers]

arms, J. Burrow

summary; as joe's preparing for the upcoming season he just gets thicker and thicker in all the best ways

warnings; a little subby joe😋, smut, oral (m receiving), little slut-shaming, pet names, teasing gaaaassssppppp.

word count; 950

note; okay, he's been looking extra good and I just wanna eat him all the way up, I hate this, the abrupt ending yuck, nd also dunno how it went the way it did but it happened so...

"Can you put me in a headlock, baby?" Joe choked on the bite he had just taken, not only at what you'd just said but at the look of pure seriousness on your face. He's still in that tight in all the right places sleeveless shirt, shorts that made his ass look incredible, and the snap-back that had the perfect amount of his hair falling onto his forehead. It's taken you months to get him to grow his hair back out finally and now that you've succeeded you're begging to pull at it while your legs close around his head every chance you get.

After his miniature coughing fit comes to an end you're smiling at him ever so innocently from across the kitchen as he sips his water eyeing you curiously, "I'm sorry, but that's an interesting, request, sweet girl," you shrug, still keeping this faux naive demeanor, and the bedroom eyes you're throwing his way has jokingly him shaking his head and rolling his pretty eyes.

Kissing your teeth as you walk around the counter revealing the fact that your legs are bare in contrast to the sweatpants you were wearing when he had first got home is now an afterthought, he cocks his head slightly to the left, raising his eyes brow, "what brought this on?" However, he's not entirely shocked this is an everyday thing. Holding his welcoming hands out and spreading his legs for you to tuck yourself into him, which of course, you do. "just the slutty, compression shirt, tight shorts combo, also tiktok edits!" you state completely honest, leaning into him and when he doesn't reply with anything other than a snort, you find yourself kissing up his neck, to his jawline, and back down till you meet his shoulder searching for even the slightest reaction.

He sighs, soaking in the feeling of your lips and tongue moving sloppily over the delicate, sensitive spot on his neck that you locate out of sheer muscle memory, absolutely sucking a dark hickey into the skin running along his jugular, "It's not a no, mama. Whatever you want, wanna make you happy." Now, you're smiling against him at just how breathless he sounds over a few sloppy kisses, "No one makes me happy like you, Joey."

as your lips find themselves grazing his bare shoulder, you lace your fingers together, "We better head upstairs, 'fore my mom and dad get here for dinner," when your eyes meet his you find that they've glazed over and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Suddenly it is so damn hot in here, feeling like you need to come in and get some air conditioning after hours in the Ohio sun.

Whatever you were making, now somehow you have completely forgotten what it was, is in the oven, you two have a bit of time and you will be using every millisecond of it to your advantage. Before you both know it, you're on your knees in front of him running your palms lightly over the tent in his shorts as he sits on the edge of the bed watching even your tiniest of movements. He takes the hat he has been wearing and gently places it atop your head, smiling down at you and your teasing fingers, lifting his hips into your touch.

He catches on to the slight tug at his shorts and lifts his lower half for you to remove both items of clothing separating you from his dick, you watch intently as his face contorts and his abdominals flex when your hand wraps around him. He groans from deep in his chest and you absentmindedly press your thighs together, "More, please."

His tone and actions completely radiate submission, and it's rare to see this side of him, and you sure as hell relish in that as you spit in your palm, focusing your attention on the tip alone as he ruts against your hand searching for just a bit more. Using both hands now, one on his cock and the other raking your nails down his thighs leaving goosebumps in your wake. You keep up your teasing and Joe's lost all control, completely unable to sit still and the only thing leaving his mouth is stuttery, 'so good's, moans, and grunts.

The sound of the oven beeping downstairs falls on deaf ears but the obnoxious timer that sounds from your phone does not, completely breaking you from the trance you had seemed to be in, "Oh, there's dinner, maybe you should freshen up, sweetheart," You stand above him momentarily awaiting his reaction, as his jaw goes slack, "baby, two minutes, please? Was so close." Shaking your head, you slip into the walk-in closet finding one of his college football tees and some sweatpants.

"Mom and Dad, remember, Joey?" Upon your exit you find him tugging up his briefs as he heads in the direction of the shower going out of his way to avoid even your hands brushing his, you catch him by his shirt pulling him back toward you, "Tonight, I'll make it all up to you, I pinky promise," poking out your smallest finger, waiting for him to loops his with yours and he does. You step up on your toes to kiss him on his lips, then his cheek, his chin, his jaw, and just before you make it to his collarbone, he grabs your waist pulling you back to prevent any further torture, "'Kay tonight, you fuckin' tease."

As you descend the stairs and head into the spacious kitchen, you hear the shower turn on and exhale a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. Coming to the realization that you both managed to receive the short end of the stick this time, you've gotta finish cooking something nice enough for his mother and he needs a cold, cold shower.

[hunnidmilly]

Beg. Sequel to Soap. |r.r|

(a/n) real fast. i wanna say thank you so much for all the love you’ve given me over my last 4 writings. it means the world to me absolutely. milly loves you. <3.

sometimes, it’s just too good to not come back for more. Sequel of Soap. Completely inspired and credited to @itjazzbicch ‘Cheiftess’ Series.

warnings: smut, choking kink, unprotected sex (milly does not support this message. wrap it up.), enemies to…official sneaky links??), face DOWNNN ass UPPP, poor use of present and past tense,

parings: enemy!roman x black!reader

word count: 4.3K…never say i never gave y’all anything.

(tags: @fame-ass-ers @squishyguishy @vebner37 @smuts-whore @southerngirl41 @msbigredmachine)

*takes place 2 months after Roman Reigns Vs. Kevin Owens Feud 2021*

“Ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Bryan.” You smiled as the camera panned to the man next to you

You’ve known Daniel for a long time now. You were absolutely over the moon at his return to WWE. Behind the scenes, given your friendship with Brie and Nicole, you knew how hard he worked to make it back. It was something you admired about him.

“Y/N! How are you?” He enthusiastically responded to you

“I’m great! How are you doing? How are you feeling ahead of your triple threat match against Roman Reigns and Edge?”

“I’m feeling amazing! Absolutely over the moon! It’s going to be amazi—“

Daniel trailed off as a man appeared next to us. You turned as a certain short, obnoxious, man appeared next to you both.

“Daniel! Y/N! How are you guys doing on this fine evening?” Paul Heyman sarcastically asked

“Paul…hello.” You responded with a lack in your tone

You just knew this was a ‘special’ impromptu visit from Roman. He had his ways like that. Being around even when he wasn’t. It caused you to internally roll your eyes at the sneak attack.

“Did the Tribal Chief know this interview was going to be done?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I don’t report back to you or him; thank you, Paul. Now, Daniel, do you think that on the grandest stage of them all, you can pull off such a performance? You and Roma—“

“The Tribal Chie—“

“Would you like to go back to your Daddy so I can finish my job?” You spat, cutting off Paul. “Wherever you end up, Brock Lesnar's locker room or Roman Reigns.”

“I—I—I have no clue what you are referring to. I do not w-w-work for Brock Lesnar anymore. Ms. Y/N, I am merely just trying to—“

“Thank you, Paul.” You grit your teeth as the cameras cut

You toss a sincere look to Daniel and give him a small side hug before turning to the man who quickly became a nuisance, “Listen. I don’t give a damn! I don’t care if you work for Brock, Roman, or Joe fucking Biden. You do not interrupt my job performance. And I know he sent you here on some possessive shit, trying to get a rise out of me. It’s written all over your fucking face. Move!”

You shove Paul out of your way, leaving him stunned in the middle of the hall. You went quickly to find Roman. Fighting against every nerve in your head telling you to turn around. After that small, impromptu meeting in the showers two months ago, you did all you could to stay away from him. Even not becoming his regular interviewer anymore. The last thing you needed was to be fuckbuddies with the man that Roman Reigns is. You could basically kiss your job goodbye if you knew it.

But, he just couldn’t seem to stay away from you. Everytime you turned around, it was like he’d be right there waiting for you. Causing more smart mouthed spats in the middle of the hallway. Anytime you both collided, you both would bicker. You’d think you and him were an old married couple. The majority of it wasn’t an act. Roman did get a rise out of you. He walked the earth with his third leg as if he controlled everyone around him, and they had to kiss the ground he walked on. He was still an asshole. After his initial thought that you’d come begging him for dick, you knew you had to prove him wrong. You didn’t need him. Not for sex…earth shaking sex. No matter how badly you wanted to call him to break you off again.

Your studded black boots clicked on the floor with every determined stride to his locker room. Before you got the chance to bang on it, as intended, it flew open with the 6’3 Samoan smirking down at you.

Roman knew he pissed you off. He knew ever trick in the damn book, on what would make your blood pressure rise. Hell, he wrote the book himself. You weren’t going to admit yourself, how much you wanted him? Fine. But he had plans to make you pay for that shit.

‘Oh, I’ll give him something to smirk about.’

“Who in the hell do you think you fucking are? You got Paul as my bodyguard now?” You snarl into his face, your heels giving you extra height to match him up

“Oh, please. What are you doing interviewing, Bryan? Hm? Answer me that first, baby girl.” He raises an eyebrow

“You have zero authority over me and whoever the hell I interview. You might be asskissing Vince, but your name isn’t anywhere near my checks. You don’t own me!”

“That’s not how I recall the story, Very…very far from it actually. Would you like a reminder?” He dropped his voice an octave deeper and smirked, leaning forward, “Remember, all you have to do is ask.”

“Why don't, instead, you go find where Paul is? We all know how quick he is to drop to his knees with a knife in your back at the reigning! Oh, so defen—”

“You think you're so fucking funny. Huh? I got a joke for you, go tell McIntyre how badly you turn cock drunk when you’re being pounded. How all it takes is for my cock to run over that bundle of nerves inside of you for you to gush down my clock like the whore you are?” Roman grits his teeth with his face mere centimeters from yours; pure agitation on his face at your mention of Brock Lesnar.

The last few weeks, you’ve been cautiously talking to a certain 6’5 Scottish man more and more. Drew was amazing. He treated you well—a sweetheart, if you must say. Movie dates, dinner dates, makeout sessions. Although you’d been holding out on him. Many times Drew slid his hand under your shirt, or would squeeze your backside. You’d always pull away and call it a night. Drew was attractive. Three months ago, you’d allow him a taste of you. Hell why not? He was attractive, strong, tall. But two months ago, you had sex with Roman. Absently, closing you off for any other guy. Admit it or not, it was amazing.

More than once, you’d catch yourself taking a warm, vanilla scented bubble bath, sliding your hand over your stomach, and heading down south…

You circled that small bundle of nerves before moving lower and sliding a finger in. Instinctively, your pussy welcomed your small finger and clenched around it. You threw your head back and sinked lower into the bathtub. Imagining it was Roman behind you, playing with your pussy. Your moans echoed into the bathroom as you worked yourself. Even while Roman wasn’t here, you could hear his voice in the back of your head. Coaxing you, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Slide in one more, babygirl…make her wetter for me.” He whispers into your mind.

“Romannnn!” You cry out in a whine as your orgasm squirts into the palm of your hand.

Your eyes opened as your chest raised up and down heavily.

Those nights happened more than once. You knew you were deeply involved with Roman. More than you wanted.

The mixed emotions weren’t helping. Roman tapped dance on the last nerve in your body. All over it, with a full dance routine. Why did you want him so badly, again?

“How about I have that same conversation with Paul? You and him spend an awful lot of time locked inside that room. Do me a favor, Roman. Stay the hell away from me, and for once, look in a mirror. I don’t give a damn about what titles you have or how many you have. You’re still a whiny ass crybaby. Bite me.” With that, you exhaled a sigh and turned on your heels to walk away with a small movement in your hips. You knew his gaze would be on your backside as you walked away

You’d be lying if you said the thought of calling him for another satisfied fuck didn’t occur to you. Every night when you laid awake using different toys or your hands, you threatened to grab your phone to call him. But you couldn’t. He’d have the upper hand. He’d know the control he possessed over your body. And damn, he had that hold on you good.

You straddled Drew’s waist as you both engaged into a heated make out session. Your tongue sliding back and forth against his as you both let out small groans and moans. What started as being in his hotel room watching a movie turned into becoming distracted by the soft kisses Drew placed on your neck. He makes a low growl sound from the middle of his chest as your fingers slide into his hair

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” Drew mumbles against your lips as his hands glides over your ass and hips, adoring the feeling of how big and round it felt in your hands.

You felt his hands slide over the front of your jeans, fingering with the button there, causing you to draw away from him, “I think we should call it a night. It’s getting late. And you know how Vince feels about being late.” You joke breathlessly at a dazed and confused Drew. You quickly stand to fix your clothes and grab your phone off the table.

“What’s up with you lately?”

You felt your heart sink with a small amount of guilt as you turned around to see Drew’s face adorned with embarrassment.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“You just…don’t seem as into this as I am.”

You felt a slight bit offended at his question. He thought you weren’t into this because of what? You wouldn’t have sex with him? “I have to have sex with you to be into this?”

“C’mon, I’m not fucking stupid. You barely even speak to me at the arenas, anytime we’re alone you keep checking your phone, and all I get is a few pecks and your ready to run for the fuckin’ hills.”

“Look. I don’t want people in my business. What’s the first thing you think people will ask if they see us together?”

“Who's gonna see us? Heyman? You don’t want him to spill to Roman you’re hanging around me?” Drew stands over you, his eyes wide with an evil look behind them. You’d think you were his enemy.

Your eyes nearly bulge out your head at Drew’s mention of Roman. Of course that night in the showers, everyone was gone. No one knew about your rendezvous, “Everyone sees you and him always arguing in the halls. So it’s two things. You’re either scared of him or fucking him.” He snarls

Drew’s face snapped to the side as you raised your hand back and slapped the taste from his mouth. Before you could make another strike you decided it would be best to just leave, throwing a glare at him as you walked past him. You couldn’t really be mad he guessed you slept you Roman. But you belonged to neither man. Drew had no right to insulate he owned you of some sort. If you didn’t want to have sex with him, he didn’t deserve a reason.

You quickly grabbed your things and walked away from Drew, straight out his hotel room. You felt yourself become overwhelmed at the thought of seeing Roman. His suite was on this floor in the far corner of the hall.

What if I knocked?

You brushed off your sexual urges as you headed towards the elevator to go down to your floor. You worked yourself into even deeper trouble. Drew had a few friends around the business and of course, he’d tell them how he couldn’t get you into bed. You could practically hear the “stuck up bitch” being thrown out to you already. Not mixing business with pleasure was now crossed into your new agenda permanently, you even made a mental note to create a tinder account.

You felt pathetic. How could you want someone who treated the rest of the world like shit? He didn’t even say please and thank you. You worked hard at resisting him, but that wall was slowly being bulldozed.

On cue, As you drifted into your own thoughts, the elevator dinged bringing you back into your consciousness. Just your damn luck, the pleasure stepped out the elevator blocking your entry.

“You came to deliver my message to your little boyfriend?” Roman smirks again, feeling accomplished.

Your eyes quickly glance over his body as you notice the black leather jacket, white tank top, black pants, and Jordan’s. You let out a huff as you move to the side to go around him before he steps in the same direction, “What the hell is your problem?” You questioned placing your hands over your hips letting out a sigh

“My problem? What’s yours? Why fight what you and I both know you want?” He asks stepping closer to you, sizing you up

You let out a snort with a roll of your eyes. This man was way too proud of himself. “Don’t boost your ego anymore than it is. Your head might just explode.”

“Fuckin’ admit it. You want me to break you off again. Give into you, but you’re in for a rude awakening. One thing people don’t do is lie to my face. Me and you both know right now, your pussy is dripping into those panties. Begging for me to make her submit to my every will. So do you, don’t you? You want that, don’tchu? To feel my cock stretching you out the way those fingers can’t? We both want it, and you know that. And that little boyfriend of yours? All of you belongs to me. Get that. Do you understand me?” He taunts, his face looming down over yours, his eyes thick with lust.

For the first time, since meeting Roman, you were quiet. You were stunned at his honesty. Your mouth felt dry at the thought of belonging to Roman. As much as you wanted to punch him dead in his jaw, who were you trying to convince? You wanted to feel him inside of you again. What happened in the showers would be just a mere rushed fuck. You wanted him to make you his.

“Now are you done acting like a little ass child? Be an adult and use your words. Tell me you want me, baby girl. Anytime you want some dick, just as-”

As if you were being hypnotized by his words, “I want you.” flew right out your mouth and onto his as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to your frame.

You could feel the white light behind your eyes bust, knowing you reached a moment of no return. There was no going back. Roman lowered his hands to your ass, squeezing it tightly, pulling you flush to his body. The kiss was hungry, he was rewarding you for your honesty by biting your bottom lip repeatedly. Your tongue explored his mouth as he slipped his own between your lips. The warm feeling in his chest erupted as his current wildest dream was about to come true.

Once again.

Romans hands slid downwards to the crease of your ass and your thighs, proceeding to lift you up allowing you to wrap your hands around his waist. You briefly wondered if he could hear your heart beating at a rapid pace. Your nerves were all over the place. This time was different. You felt more exposed at admitting you wanted to be his.

Roman opened the door to his suite, walking towards his bedroom. You let out a sequel as he threw you onto the middle of his bed. His eyes were dark and hungry. Before you could have a moment to change your mind, he silenced you with another kiss.

Whatever you were about to say didn’t matter, bitchy remarks or not, was the last thing on his mind. Roman wrapped his hands around your ankle, yanking you down the bed closer to his body.

“Take these off,” He growls out to you, tugging at your pants

With a little aid from yourself, you lift your hips to allow him to pull them off, revealing your hot pink lace underwear. You could see a snarl form on Romans face, remembering how just an hour ago you were with Drew.

Roman kneels onto the bed, covering your body with his as he smashes his lips onto yours. His hand ghosted slowly towards Your warm and wet heat. You parted your legs, slightly, giving his fingers the space they needed to explore your warmth and wetness covered by lace.

“Mmmm,” You sighed into his mouth, as his slipped his hand into the hand of your panties circling your clit

“Shut up.” He grumbles back

He slid his index and middle fingers into your pussy. You felt your breath hitch inside of your throat as he moved his fingers in and out picking up pace. You reached down to grip his wrist, attempting to brace yourself from being overheated with pleasure. Rather quickly, you felt your belly tighten with a small amount of pressure. Roman felt you clamp down on his fingers,

“Let go,” he whispers into your mouth. You began squirming, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves, nearly consuming you. Your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion.

“Ahhhh! Oh my God. Please,” You cried out, squeezing your eyelids together.

You briefly closed your eyes, gathering yourself from your clouded thoughts. You felt the bed dip, as Roman stood to his full height. You lay back into your elbows as you watched him undress himself.

“The next time you ever mention Lesnar or McIntyre to my fuckin’ face you’ll regret it. If I ever see you near him again, I’m going to make sure he knows personally who you belong to. You understand?” He grits out lowering his boxers, letting his girthy and long cock spring against his abdomen

You decided to test him a little bit and raise your legs to your chest, closing them, his view of your panty covered pussy now gone. “But I like McIntyre. We were jus—Shit!” You squeal as Roman pounces onto the bed, slapping the side of your plush thigh roughly, marveling at the jiggle it created.

“Y’wanna finish that sentence? You think you’re in charge, but I'm calling the shots tonight. Turn the fuck over.”

Roman growls, not giving you the chance to turn over yourself, and grabs your hips in a grip before flipping you over and pushing you into a deep arch with your face flush into the bed. Roman catches you spreading your legs a bit more causing him to chuckle, “Slide back onto me. You want it so bad, let me see you fuck yourself.”

You let out a moan as you feel the tip of Romans cock make contact with the entrance of your pussy. You push back, with a bit of force till the head of Romans cock makes its way inside your pussy. Getting impatient, Roman grabs your plush hips and pulls out. Letting out an impatient whine, you felt a chill down your spine as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He then surges forward pushing in his entire length in one move.

“Ah!” You gasped “Wait, fuc—“

“Nah, remember all that shit you were saying. You’re taking all of me tonight. Don’t you dare run from me either.”

Roman teased you with slow, deep strokes at first, before speeding up his pace. You turned your head into the mattress letting out screams.

He reached up grabbing your hair into a tight grip, pulling your head up, “Nah, let the whole floor know who’s fucking you right now.”

“You’re so fuckin—“

“Big?” Roman chuckles in a deep voice

“Conceited, Ugh!” You squeal, clawing at the sheets as his big and rough hand cracks on your ass.

“But whose pussy is creaming around me? Yeah? Look at her, swallowing this dick. Her dick. She knows who she belongs to, doesn’t she baby? Talk to me.” He praised, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your wetness coat his cock.

While you could feel your heart swell at the comment, him being yours, it served the same meaning for Roman. It fueled Romans ego more, at the squelching wet noises your pussy was making for him as he fucked you into the mattress.

You only got this way for him. He only got this way for you.

Yeah, you definitely can’t let him go now.

You let out a mewl as his thickness stretched you out, creating both pain and pleasure. That same familiar vein rubbing against your spot, “Ohh! Fuck, yes! I belon–I belong to you! It’s your pussy!” You moaned louder as the headboard began to slam against the walls as he fucked you faster.

You pushed your ass backwards and began throwing your ass back against his hips. Why did you do that?

He chuckled. “You throwing that ass back like a big girl, baby? You gon’ take this dick like one too.” Without waiting for you to respond, he deepened his strokes and picked up his pace.

“Ooh, shit!” You moaned, gripping the comforter. He was so deep in you, that you felt like he was fucking your heart. Feeling the coil in your belly, you clenched your muscles around his cock.

“You wanna show out, huh?” A deep growl escaped his throat. “I got something for your ass.” He announced before really starting to fuck you. I was talking about pulling out and sliding back in, fucking you. Your nails nearly drew rips into the sheets. Your pussy creating a slippery mess, letting him slide back in easily.

“Fuck!” You yelled, blindly reaching behind him to push at his abdomen, to give you a moment to catch your breath.

“What did I say? You’re taking all of me. I told you not to run, baby girl. Don’t act like you can’t take it. What about all that shit at the arena earlier, hm?” he said, grabbing your hands and pinning them against your lower back. He propped his foot up on the bed, and used your bounded arms to bring you against him to meet your thrust.

“Shit, Roman! Fuck! Make me take it!” You cried in pleasure.

There was no way Drew was ever getting a text back, a call back…shit an email. Especially, if he didn’t hear you practically calling out to god as Roman was engraving himself on you.

Roman hissed as he felt your pussy contract, creating a second skin for him. He knew you were close, and he wasn’t far behind himself, “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? My good girl. Cum all over me baby. Let me see it.”

“Mmmm, yesssss!” You moaned, throwing your head towards the ceiling. “Fuck… I’m cumming…Romannnn!” Your orgasm ripped through you—releasing a wave of wet heat all over Roman’s cock.

Roman’s spine shook as he felt your pussy tighten around him, keep him in, as you gushed all over his cock—warm wet heat circling around him. Tears coated your cheeks, as your orgasm ripped through you making your entire body convulse as you babbled incoherent words. Roman let out a roar as his own orgasm rushed to the core, deep and filling up your pussy, mixing your juices together, “Shit! Fuck yeah, baby!” His voice thick and heavy with rasp

You both collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled into each other, and sucking as much air as you could back into your lungs. After a brief moment, Roman raised up from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel to clean the both of you off. You bit your lip, as the feeling of the warm towel moving against your pussy came over you.

Roman laid down next to you, his chest heaving up and down, before chucking to himself. His signature smirk coating his face.

“What?”

“Bet your ass knows better than to lie to me now. See what your little stubborn ass act denied you from?” He replies, his big dick attitude back on 10. But hell. He had the big dick to match, so.

“Do you ever get e-fucking-nough of being an asshole?”

“You spent two months running from me, getting on my fuckin’ nerves, makin’ everything 20x harder for me, fucking’ around with my money with those interviews. Whole time you wanted me to make you cum again. Stubborn ass, woman. I gotta say, the resistance act was sexy as hell.” He expresses before pulling you to him, to lay on his chest

“Don’t flatter yourself too much. It wasn’t an act, Tribal Chief.” You roll your eyes at his self centered moment of truth. Some things never change.

“Oh yeah, baby? What was it?” He questions before moving over on top of your sweaty frame

After a brief moment of eye contact, for once and for all you decided to settle it and let him win. Just this once. You raised up to place a more gentle kiss than the one you shared earlier. That was more hungry, sloppy, messy…this one was delicate, soft, tender. You wanted to tell him what you couldn’t say out loud. You pulled back and saw a look of admiration in his eyes.

“You’re mine.” Roman claims with a small smirk

“And you’re mine.” You respond back

“I’m yours.”

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[negrowhat]

What are the top three shows you are watching right now?

Hey Anon! Hmmm my top 3 current series???

Wandee Goodday. I love every single thing about this series! I love that these two idiots are already in love and pretending to be in love while fake being in love with other people. It's a messy little love square but not really. I think Wandee is a sweet and talented doctor whose competitive streak raises some concerns and I think Yoryak is one of the kindest green flag bisexuals out there. I hope the relationship balances out as they get closer and become more real. I enjoy the sex positive tone of the series and how it promotes safe and communicative sex and bonus points for having a canon ACE character with ACE people problems. so far the series is a 10/10.

My Stand-In. What a messy ass toxic ass series. And I eat up every bit of it every single week. I love to hate Ming but secretly I'm rooting for them. But I'm also looking forward to Joe making him work to get him back. Ming is an asshole and I don't think it's going to change but he realizes the bag he's fumbled and he's going to work hard to get Joe to return to him. Joe has the opportunity to take back his power and do things his way this second time around. I love Joe to bits but I view him as I did Mark from Love Mechanics; you can't save that hoe until he wants to be saved. Tong can choke tho. Also Sol is a good noodle and I want nothing but the best for him.

City Boy_Log. The way this fake lil vlog-style Korean BL has me choked up. It is soooooooooo messy the way reality tv is messy. Jaejun doesn't know who are what he wants but he always seems to gravitate towards Jihan. And Jihan is just a big ole softie who goes for what he wants and tells it like it is. It's interesting to see Jaejun make the absolute worst decisions and still find a way to be cute and charming and make Jihan (and me) forgive him. I just want him and Jihan to be happy. Also I find it interesting that the actors are using their real names for this fake almost alternate reality it is a very delicate line to walk and at any moment could truly backfire in the Korean media.

[zillasvilla]

Chapter 2: Danger Zone

Rebellion in The Shadows: Chapter one

Warnings: abortion, choking, medical racism, death Explicit 18 plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Original Character.

Summary: What Joseph thought would be a normal first day as chief quickly turned south. Can he get it under control?

I would suggest listening to this while reading the chapter. It’s very calming. Especially if you’re a slow reader like me.

Joe was seething in anger at the thought of the girl not having eaten. He specifically told..no..ordered Solo to make sure she was cleaned up and fed. Now here she was, scarfing down the several fruits he offered her for breakfast. What he thought would be enough to satisfy her hunger while he waited for the village doctor.

”Slow down.” He reaches over to grab her hand. A tinge of pain in his eyes when she flinched away from him. Guarding the food like some wild animal. If it wasn’t for his cousin’s spouses cleaning her up, she would’ve looked like one.

Her hair still in the two braids from the night before, and a new set of clothes that swallowed her tiny frame. He steps back and passes her another bowl of fruit, holding his hand up when she tries to gather a bunch at once. “Eat what’s in your hand first.”

She scarfs down what’s left in her hand, and grabs a fruit in both hands. Juices running down her chin, eyes rolling at the sweet flavor of whatever she was eating. He shakes his head with a smile, using his own hand to clean her chin. He ignores the way she flinches, determined to get to the root of the problem sooner or later. 

“Is it good?”  She nods, not looking at him, digging in the bowl. He grabs her hands gently, feeling his own hands warm up. “Don’t eat too much, too fast, save some for later.” Her mouth moves slowly, letting the now chewed fruit slide down her throat. The hunger in her belly sated for the moment.

”Good girl.”He mutters, grabbing a rag to wipe her mouth. 

“My tribal chief. Is everything alright?”

He hums standing to straighten his back and tosses the rag somewhere in the small hut. “No Rafi. Everything is not alright.” He claps his hands in front of him, turning slightly, “I need to see if she can be healed.”

Rafi turns his gaze from his chief to the young girl sitting on the brown wood carved table. Her darker-skinned complexion let him know she was an outsider. Her brown eyes looked back at him in wonder. Her childlike demeanor made him wonder who she was. Although curious, he would have to refuse.

”No, I can’t not heal her.”  Rafi stands his ground. 

Joe lets out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders back, before looking down at the shorter man. “Why.”

“She is an outsider. During your father’s time as chief. He specifically ordered me to not treat any ou-“

”Bullshit.” He couldn’t believe Rafi was going to stand there and lie on his father’s name. If his father was really like that; his cousins’ spouses would not be here. His head slowly tilts, with the crossing of his arms over his now puffed out chest. Daring him to lie again. “Try that again.”

The fomai didn’t want whatever he said to bite him in the ass, but he stood firm on his beliefs. “During the rise of your father as Matai, He opened the island to visitors. It was nice for a while, until we were invaded.”

Joe knew the story of how they were almost overrun by foreigners. He didn’t blame his dad for that.  Rafi continues the story, explaining how the foreigners were destroying their land, their crops and their homes. He could remember his uncles talking about this attack. all the time. As he got older Matai Sika would drill it into his head to never let it happen again, knowing he would be the next Chief.

”It was a horrible massacre of our people that we had surrendered. It took years to get Samuelu back and I refuse to watch it happen again.”  

Joseph let’s a smiling chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose. Opting to keep his cool, not wanting to scare the girl who was now looking between the two. Still, laughing to himself, he looks at a confused Rafi. “So you’re a racist.” 

“No chief.” 

“You’re standing here refusing to help a defenseless woman. It makes me seem like you are.” 

“I’m not Matai! We don’t help her kind on this island.”

Joe looks up to the sky, nodding while his hand scratches under his beard. Slightly agitated as realization set in. Trinity, Valentina, and Tiana, look just like the girl on the table. He’s wondered how long he refused his family because of them. He turns to the girl then back to Rafi. He wasn’t in the mood for the back and forth. He had things to do. “Where’s your wife? Is he here?”

Rafi nods “She’s here chief.”

He forms a small smirk at the corner of his mouth, eyes glancing at Rafi’s own, seeing the fear in them. “Go get her.” He nods to the door. 

“My chief..” Rafi protests. He didn’t want his wife touching this filth. But, the menacingly glint behind the son of Sika’s eyes, froze his further movements to protest.

”That’s right. Your CHIEF.”  Joe steps closer, towering over the shorter man. He would hate to have to make an example out of him. At least not on his first day as Matai Joseph Anoa’i.  “I hate repeating myself, Rafi.”

He left with a quickness, not wanting to anger the chief further. He finds his wife mixing different plants together. “Sevia. Come now.” He urges. Sevia drops what she;s doing, drying her hands on her apron. Rafi rushes her into the room. Joe was standing there, arms crossed as he looked between them two.

”My chief....” Sevia starts.

“She needs medical assistance.” 

The wooden table felt cold to her skin as she laid back. Sevia removed her shirt, a soft gasp of shock leaving her lips. Joe’s body flexes, breathing through his nose, he calms himself down, only for it to dissipate at the removal of her pants and too big shoes. The dark bruises slowly fading, but still very prominent. The cuts on her legs scabbing over. Sevia wasn’t sure on how to treat this.

”My chief..If I may..what happened to her?” 

That was something he couldn’t answer, but he had a feeling he knew where she came from. He watches Sevia examine her body closely, noticing the wince on the girl's face when she grabbed her wrists a little too rough.

”I’d be careful if I were you.” His tone startled them both. He had noticed the way Sevia was looking at her. He noted the lace of disgust behind her curious gaze. He was itching for her to say something out of pocket.

”It’s just. I have never seen anything like it.”  She grabs the girl’s leg, once again being too rough with her. 

Joe stares at her, understanding the hidden meaning in her statement. An irritated scratch to the area under his beard, he grabs Sevia’s arm in a tight grip. The woman groans in pain, reaching to pry his fingers off, but the glare he pointed at her had her paralyzed in place.

”I didn’t ask you what you’ve seen.”  He speaks slowly in her ear. His grip tightening around the cuff of her bicep. “ I ordered you to help her. Don’t test my patience.” 

“Yes..my chief.” 

He roughly lets her go, making her stumble. Sevia catches her footing, moving around the tight space to gather the necessary items she needed. The young girl laid there, oblivious to what was going on. Joe had noticed she fell asleep, an amused smile on his face. He chuckles when he notices her hand moving around the table, before dipping into the bowl of fruit. The peeled Moli (oranges) touching her lips. He keeps a watchful eye on Sevia. Her nervous stature hunched over her body, applying several different herbal remedies to her bruised skin. 

“How often should she do that.?”

”Uhm, every other day. Best to do it before bed. I need to check down below, mind giving us som—“

‘No.” He cuts her off, moving to the opposite side of the table, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Hurry it up.”

”Yes sir.” 

The young girl frowns at her legs being pushed open. She draws her legs back and tries to sit up. Joe notices her discomfort, and places a hand on her shoulder. the warm sensation filling his body yet again. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispers, using the fruit to distract her from him laying her down again. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.” 

The fruit did little to distract her from Sevia, pushing her fingers inside of her vagina. The discomfort was unbearable while Sevia prodded her fingers around her insides, before pulling them out. Sevia’s look of concern had him alert.

”What is it.?” He looks at Sevia.

”She’s uh..pregnant.”  

His eyes flicker between the two of them, before he stares at nothing. Joe’s mind is running a mile a minute; contemplating on what he’s about to say next. 

“Abort it.” 

“Chief! that is her decision to make!” Sevia shouts. He may be the new chief and has finally say so on things, but this was still her body. It was still her choice. She noticed the slight head tilt, and rolling of his shoulders. The anger visible in his eyebrows. She really had the audacity to yell at him. 

“I hate repeating myself, Sevia.”  His eyes close while scratching his head. “I would hate to tell your husband why you have two broken hands.” 

“I don't....“ she closes her mouth, looking between him and the girl. Who wasn’t phased at Joe’s threat. She couldn’t. “I just think we should ask her.”

”Okay. I’ll humor you.” He turns to the girl, a hand on her back as he leaned down, their eyes locked on each other as he spoke. “You’re pregnant. Do you want it.” The girl knew what he was asking, a baby is growing in her. Something she remembers her mom talking about. She had begun to remember her name. Averi. She wanted to talk, but her body and mind was telling her not to. She couldn't tell whether or not she was ever here. 

The only thing she could do was shake her head no, turning back to the last of the fruit. The sweet juicy fruit soothing her throat. They thought she would put up a fight.  to her she wasn’t ready to have a baby. Joseph, as she learned, would keep her safe. She wasn’t scared.

“I won’t tell you again, so do what you gotta do.” He gains their attention again, grabbing her clothes, to redress her. The jacket he was wearing now enveloping her frame. Flicking his fingers at her “Use your feet.” A blank expression behind his eyes. 

Sevia frowns, but does as told. He watches her shift around, grabbing certain herbs, and fruits, using a mortar to grind it down to a spice like texture. Grabbing a wooden cup, she fills it with fire boiled water, mixing the ground up ingredients.

“Take a sip.” He demands.

’What-“

He puts the cup to Sevia’s lip. “Drink some and swallow.”  She probably thought he was crazy for asking, but he couldn’t be too safe. Joseph made sure she took a sip, watching the liquid go down her throat. He waits for any sort of reaction, before placing the cup to her lips.

”Here doll. Take a sip.” He holds the cup to her mouth, his left hand resting on the back of her head. She places her lips around the rim, letting him tilt her head back. The luke-warm liquid, soothing her aching throat.

”Good girl.” He whispers. “What happens now?” He looks at Sevia, breaking her from a curious daze.

”In the next couple of days it will end the pregnancy and clean out her system. her bruises and wrists will take time, but they already started the process of fading.” 

Joe, holding her hand while letting her get down from the table. “You and your husband will be stepping down from the village doctor position.”

’Chief!.” She goes to protest. The intense glare in his eyes shuts her up. 

“It’s either that or death, your choice.” He hoped she picked the latter, but her reluctant nod, and shuffling of feet said otherwise. First day as chief and it’s already some shit.

The smell of wood burning, and fish frying filled her nose. She was salivating at the mouth, as Joe guided her back into her temporary home. The aching pain in her legs, subsiding the more she walked.

”Doll.” She looks at him, knowing he was talking to her. He hadn’t thought to ask for her name. He wasn’t sure she had one. He settled on Doll, That’s what she was. A pretty little thing with doll-like features, that were sure to fill out once she got real food in her stomach. Jey comes into view, a goofy grin on his face as he opens the door. Solo behind him, carefully watching Doll.

She’s looking up at him, figuring he was talking to her. He looks down at the smaller woman. “Are you hungry?” 

She nods eagerly, a throaty laugh leaves his lips. Looking back at Jey and Solo, he zeroes in on the laughing Jey ,wondering where the other one was.

"Go find your brother, and meet me out back.” He orders, pushing him to the side to let Doll through. Her nose follows the scent, joining the women in the kitchen who were in the kitchen. Valentina instantly greets her with a smile. Joe turns to back to Jey, closing the door. 

”He’s outside Uce. something about wild animals eating the crops.” 

He watches her in the kitchen with the women, tasting the lunch for today. Calmly he looks between Jey and Solo “Why didn’t she eat?

“She fell asleep after the girls cleaned her up-."Jey begins.

”I told them to let her sleep.” Solo interrupts. Joe points his eyes at him and nods, walking past him. A reassuring pat on Solo’s shoulders confuses the brothers. 

“Next, time I tell you an order, I expect it to be followed through.” He peeks into the kitchen, seeing the girls showing her how to cook whatever it is they were making. “Let’s go.” 

The power and presence of his walk could be felt from miles away. His new position as Matai, made his aura dominating. It was hard to not fall in line when he commanded. They look on as Jimmy works on a fence to keep wild animals out of the crop garden. Solo and Jey grab their own tools to help. Jimmy, finally looking up, wipes the sweat off his face with the ends of his shirt. He glances briefly at Joe, seeing the furrowed crease in his eyes and the tight tension in his jaw.

”You good Uce?” 

“Zilla and a few others found a crashed military plane out by the light house.”  He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Second one this month.”

Solo, now intrigued by the new found information looks to his stressed out chief. “I can go check it out.”  Joe appreciated his eagerness to snuff out potential dangers. 

“As much as I appreciate that Solo..The twins will do it.”

The sounds of teeth kissing and lips smacking causes him to look in their direction. “Is there a problem?”

“Nah. No problem.” Jey mutters, smacking his twin on the back. “We’ll go after lunch.”

A knowing smirk forms on Joe’s face, content with their answers. “Then let’s go eat boys.” 

Jimmy was the first to drop his tools, clapping his hands together to rub them in circles to get off excess dirt. “Bout time. Starvin’.”

Joseph enjoyed having his family at the table for all the meals. He preferred it that way. It made him feel normal. He sat at the head of the table. Doll to his right side, with Trinity next to her. Valentina had placed the last of the vegetables on the table, sitting next to Jey who was on his left. Everyone grabs hands, Averi, not as dumb as she looks, places her hands in Trinity and Joe’s. Their eyes closed and heads bowed, Joe leads the prayer. 

“Dear heavenly gracious father, let us thank you for this food that has been prepared by the hands of the blessed women in our lives. Let it nourish our mind and our bodies, in your name we pray, amene”

”amene”.

Joe, being the head, would have served himself first, instead he served Doll first, putting heaping portions on her plate. Everyone doing the same while going into side conversations. The clinking of forks hitting the plate gained his attention. He looks to his right. Doll was shoveling heaps of food in her mouth; cheeks filling to the brim like a chipmunk. He chews his own food, taking her plate pushing it out of reach. She panics, thinking it was about to be all over, but it got worse when a sharp object went down sideways in her throat. A strangled cry and gagging sound leave her mouth.

“Oh shit.” Everyone scrambles around the table. Joe grabs her face with one hand, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to spit out the remainder of the food into his hand. Her gagging sounds more audible.

He tossed it in the bin Jey grabbed and stood behind her, patting her back. Valentine had already boiled some water over the fire. She used certain plants and made a warm tea for her to drink. Once the last of the food came out into the bin, she managed to stop choking. The excruciating pain in her throat had her still crying. Every time she swallowed, the bone would pierce into her throat.

”Here, try this.” Solo places a bowl of bread in front of her, figuring that a bone could be sucked in her throat. Jimmy had done a sloppy job into deboning the fish.

 “Slowly.” Joseph reminds her, sitting back down and placing the cup of warm tea in front of her.

She chewed on the bread, an approving smile on his face when she listened. The mushed bread slid down her throat, the lodged fish bone mixed with it. A look of relief on her face when she can finally swallow without pain . 

“Damn girl.” Jey grumbles, sitting back down next to Valentina. “Bout gave me a heart attack.

“Not her fault somebody didn’t debone the fish correctly.” Tiana looks to Jimmy.

”Whatchu lookin at me?” He scoffs, stuffing some vegetables in his mouth. “I don’t see you out there catching and fileting fish like some farmhand.”

”Jon!.’ Trinity hits him.

“I don’t have to, your big ass mouth catches them all,.” Tiana snorts, a gentle nudge for Solo, who covered his laugh by feeding himself fish.

While the two of them bickered back and forth. Jey watched the girl closely, intrigued, he grabbed a notepad and some lead. The sudden moment gains Joe’s attention watching Jey, pass her the materials. She looks at the items, then at him. 

“You got a name?” He asks, gaining everyone’s attention. Finally asking the question Joseph should have asked. He watches her take the lead, scribbling letters on the page. 

He leans closer, a surprised expression on his face. The writing wasn’t readable, but he could make out some of the letters. “Averi?” He says aloud, looking at her, seeing an appreciative smile on her face when she nods.

“Fitting,” He mutters. He would thank Jey later for doing that.  The clinking of utensils picks back up, small conversations here and there. He keeps a watchful eye on her as she eats. 

“What are we doing here Uce?” Jey asks after their eventful lunch, Joe had dragged Jey along with him to the tribal combat circle. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark tan pants. He turns to Jey.

”You think death is an adequate consequence for being racist. Or am I crazy?” He looks off spotting two of his newly appointed enforcers. 

“Depends. I mean, did it harm others?” 

“Could have.”  He shrugs, walking to the center of the circle. A sinister smirk on his face when Rafa and Sevia were thrown at his feet. Their eyes pleading for mercy. “Thank you Zilla, Sarona.”

They nod, stepping off to the side. Joe looks down, the two of them groveling at his feet, tears streaming down his face. Amused he stuck his foot out to see what they would do, immediately they began kissing it.

”You know. Never understood why people like getting their feet kissed.” He directs to Jey, who’s watching in shock. He turns his mouth up, yanking it back, circling around them slowly. “But seeing them grovel, beg for my mercy. It just does something to me.” He stops behind them, inhaling deeply, closing his eyes. 

“Joe.” Jey starts.

”It’s Chief.” He snaps, pupils blown, shoulders squared back. Jey noticed a different side of Joe come out, watching his foot push at Rafi’s back, making him eat dirt. Sevia looks on; tears streaming down  her red-flushed face.

”See, my father was an easy going chief.” He motions his enforcers over. “However, I’m not.” He digs his heel into Rafi’s neck, a satisfied groan leaving his lips at the sounds of choking. 

“Uce-“ Jey steps forward, the intense glare in Joe’s eyes stops him. He corrects himself. 

”I won’t tolerate disrespect.” He presses harder, a cracking sound making Jey wince. His enforcers looked on, not daring to be the next victims under his awaiting foot. “Or the backtalk. I’m the chief now. My word is law.” He pulls his foot back, watching Rafi go limp in the sand. 

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Jey tells him.

”Sounds like my father. You hang out around him too much.’ He mutters. He catches the gaze of a young girl. Her facial features are similar to Averi’s. He lets out a curious hum. He tilts his head at Zilla and Sarona. They see the girl. Sarona nods, understanding what he wanted done before he could ask, yet he told them anyway.

“Take 'em’ to the mountains. Keep it clean.”  Quickly doing as told, Jey glances at them before going up to his side.

”What are they going to do to them?” 

“Death.” He said that so smoothly, catching Jey off guard. This new side of Joe kind of  intrigued him. He just wasn’t sure how the island would react. Joe’s long fast strides made it hard to keep up. “Go find the girl that was hiding. I have shit to do.”

”What do I do with her?” He questions. 

“You have until Sarona is back to find out who she is.” He starts. “If Sarona gets to her before you then you’ll be out there with Jimmy catching fish.”

Jey stands there stunned as Joe walks away, disappearing through the trees. It takes him a minute, but Joe finds his way to the lighthouse, making his way to the top where a set up of chairs were strategically placed around the area. He grabs a set of binoculars, turning in the direction of the mountain. The binoculars were placed on his eyes. He scans the mountains. Zilla and Sarona finally come into view, watching them strip the couple down, before their hands wrapped around their head. He grins, watching their necks snap and, bodies go limp.

Their bodies were tossed into a nearby cave. Satisfied with his enforcers, he searches for Jey. He wanted to find him before the sunset. He knows he could’ve just asked Sarona. He wanted to see what Jey would do if he found a foreigner. He searches the island, spotting Jey near the fale faafiafia (town hall) . He hums in approval, at Jey finding the young girl, carrying her to the house. He tosses the binoculars on the chairs, leaning forward on the railing inside the spacious room. He scans the entire island slowly with the nod of his head. Realization sets in.

“ 'ou te tamo'e i le mea lea” (i run this shit)

A/N: Uhm. So here’s that. Actually one of my favorite chapters I have written for any of my stories. (Including wips waiting to be thought out.) I’m gonna drag this one out.

Like the knew set up?

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[conchoronzon]

Is it possible when you have the chance can you do a stepdad vore stepson because wife wanted to get rid of old family with ex husband

Joe's bachelor party was supposed to be pretty simple. His brother, Gary, my future uncle, was the one who was planning all of it. A small group of us guys just hanging out at the hotel a couple of days before the wedding. Video games, beer, poker, tanning, steaks.

When my phone went off while at the pool, Joe splashed some water my way. He may have been a suave lawyer, but he was always a little playful. "That Grindr?"

And of course, that led the rest of the guys teasing me. Gary grabbed his speedo with a chuckle and said. "I ordered some women. Wouldn't have done that if I knew we had a cocksucker here."

"I'm not going to suck your cock, uncle," I said.

Joe grabbed me. "So he gets to be 'uncle' but you still won't call me 'dad,' huh? Little shit." We went under water.

That night, we were drinking beer in Joe's room. We were on our second round of Texas Hold 'Em. Porn played on one tv on silent - gay porn, a sort of "first person to get hard has to suck everyone's cock thing, no doubt more teasing aimed at me. On another, some violent action flick I'd never seen played. The effects were outdated. My vision was getting a bit blurry. My eyes were heavy. Why was I so tired?

"You okay, bud?" Joe asked, and then I passed out.

When I cam too, groggy and blinking away the blurry lights, my head was pounding. My limbs were stiff and heavy. My breaths were small, but it wasn't like it was hard to breathe. Everything was cool and sticky. Gary was grinning down at me. He was naked. "He's awake," he called. The rest of the guys cheered.

I was on the table. The guys were over by the TV. They were all naked, including Joe. God he was handsome. Nice thick cock, too. What was I thinking? That was gross. Shit. Were they making good on the whole "having a cocksucker around" thing?

Joe made his way to the head of the table or, rather, where my head was. His heavy balls pressed down against my forehead. They were so warm. "Too bad you didn't want to call me daddy while choking on my dick, kid," he said. He called me that when he wanted to piss me off. I'd just graduated college. I was a grown-ass man. Him being a prick like that sometimes was why I refused to call him dad. Not to mention, he still wouldn't be my step-father for a few more days.

He ground his balls against my face, then pulled away and leaned over me with a wicked grin. "If you had, I probably would've kept you around. But your mom wants a family of our own, and if you don't want to be my pet, then..."

His jaw unhinged like some creature from a horror movie. My slow heart stopped for a moment. When it came back too, the world was dark and wet. His tongue pulsed beneath my head. His teeth gently scraped over my back. Slick, wet sounds, swallowing sounds, filled my ears as I slipped further... inside my mouth.

Joe was eating me.

My head dangled over the abyss of his throat. Outside, the guys cheered him on. Someone was rubbing their cock between my feet. Others were engaging my hands.

A slight, impossible light filled his throat. Saliva spilled down the pink walls of his throat. "Stop," I whispered. I didn't have the energy to scream. Then I was falling head first down the cavern. It pressed tight against my flesh and, shameful though it was to admit, it felt amazing. I was hard and leaking by the time my cock slid into Joe's mouth. His tongue slipped between my cheeks and prodded at my hole.

Almost as if it were a last breath, I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. It was a plea, though what for I couldn't tell. To cum? To get fucked by future dad? For him to finish eating me?

When my feet passed between his lips, they were covered in the cum of his brother and buddies. I curled up in the tight, warm, slightly smelly embrace of Joe's stomach. He belched, and the sound rattled my brain. I went dizzy.

"Looks like I'm pregnant with you now," Joe said. "Gonna call me dad now that I'm pregnant with you?" Of course he was teasing me. He never refused a chance for that.

"What did you do?" i asked.

"I ate you. And now I'm gonna turn you into a big steaming pile, you piece of shit," he laughed. "You want to be my shit?"

The warmth was starting to sting my skin and the inside of my mouth and nostrils. "I don't want... to be shit, daddy," I pleaded.

"Lesson learned: never turn down daddy."

~~

I woke in a sweat, my dad's thick, hairy arms wrapped around me. We were naked in his bed. We started sleeping like this on my 21st. I drank with him for the first time and started crying about mom's death. He cried too. One thing led to another, and he ended up pounding my ass like a beast.

It was a dream. It was just a dream... but...

"What's wrong?" Dad asked, snuggling into my neck.

"I had a dream you ate me," I said.

Dad pulled me tighter against him. When he whispered, there was a growl. Something hungry. "Did you remember being daddy's shit? Getting flushed down the toilet? How you kept begging me not to digest you? You told me I'd get to fuck you all I want." His cock hardened against my ass. "You know... It might be time for me to put my boy back in his place." His big hand grabbed my cock. "Steal all your youth while you melt away into a big meaty soup in my gut. Maybe next time you'll remember sooner. Beg me to eat you." He licked my ear. "Wanna test it out, baby? No promises I'll let you out."

Despite the pounding of me heart, I nodded. "Yes, daddy."

[the-marvelclub]

While you were sleeping | Bucky Barnes

Part 3.

read part 2 here series masterlist

Summary: Reader is in love with the mysterious man who goes every week to the bar where she works. When one night she witnesses a fight that leaves the man in a coma and he´s taken to the hospital, she is mistaken for his fiancée, unaware that the mysterious man is Steve Rogers himself. With no family and after losing everything in The Blip, reader becomes captivated with Steve's friends and their unconditional love for her that she can't bring herself to tell the truth. Things get complicated when she finds herself falling for Steve's best friend, Bucky.

Taglist: @rosecentury @ozwriterchick

"So do you have a date for the wedding yet?" you choked on the wine you were drinking, Wanda's question taking you by surprise. You were now sitting, eating the food in front of you. You had been chatting happily for the last 30 minutes, surprised by how easy it was to talk to them and not bring up your relationship (or lack there of) with Steve, well, until now.

"Actually, we haven't talked about it" you replied leaving the wine glass on the table, your voice finally coming back to you. Wanda nodded seemingly satisfied with your vague answer and continued eating next to you.

You focused your eyes on the food looking for the right way to continue the conversation. The determination to tell them the truth that you had hours before seemed to disappear. It had been years since you had felt part of something. Sure, you had your apartment and your job, Joe was the closest thing you had to a friend, if you could call him that. But that was it. The events after the blip changed everyone including you, people close themselves off, and although many had returned the world was different, everyone could tell. But for this moment, being there felt right.

"I always thought he'd end up with Sharon" Sam commented, talking more to himself than anything else.

Who is Sharon?

Natasha threw him a pea which caused Sam to let out a squeal of protest. "Well, he obviously didn’t” she replied giving him a murderous look before returning to you “I'm glad it was you."

"What I MEANT is that I'm surprised there still women out there who are romantically interested in the elderly." He defended himself giving you wink.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

"Who knows, maybe there's still hope for you after all, Buck." Tony said, standing on the bar next to the table pouring himself some whiskey. The comment causing Bucky to roll his eyes but he didn't look angry.

"I've never had a problem in that department." he stated, not seeming to be bothered by this conversation at all.

The previous car ride with Bucky from Steve’s apartment seemed to last an eternity. You wouldn't be surprised if he told you he took the long way home, something about him screamed ‘disbelief’. Of course he used the moment to asked you a lot of questions about your supposed relationship with his best friend, you knew he was probably taking mental notes of every lie that came out of your mouth, you tried your best to do the same hoping it wouldn't all come back to bite you in the ass. You knew what he was good at, you had never been one of those people who idolized the avengers, not before, not during or even after the blip, you knew who they were from the news or from what your co-workers talked about. But you certainly knew what Bucky Barnes was good at, you had read about the winter soldier in a history book you had been flipping through while waiting for your favorite coffee order.

Steve Rogers' best friend, womanizer, his supposed death, what he been through and his relationship with the others avengers. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t find him somewhat intriguing.

“Well, we can all agree that 4 months is pretty fast for an engagement" Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He pushed his now empty plate aside and leaned back against the chair, his chest seemed to rise as he crossed his arms over it and a small, almost unnoticeable, smile crossed his face. "I bet you know a lot about him" He cocked his head to the side slightly and looked at you "like for example, his favorite movie”.

You knew it wasn't just a statement, he was asking you. Of course he was his best friend but apparently he hadn't seen Steve either for the last two years. People change. Well if that's the way he wanted to play it, you were going to use your cards right.

"He doesn't like watching TV" you said with confidence mimicking his posture and crossing your arms over your chest. For the first time since you ran into him, you held his gaze for more than just a couple of seconds. If you wanted him to believe you, you had to play the part.

"Favorite musician?" He asked quickly ignoring your previous reply. If Bucky was being honest with himself, he liked the nervous look you’d have on your face every time he looked at you, but this time he couldn't see anything but your defiant stare.

"Marvin Gaye" You mentally went over everything that was on Steve's nightstand when you went to pick up his clothes, remembering the old cds he had "and the Ramones."

"Book?"

"1776"

"What are you doing, James?" Nat’s stern voice next to you made you look away from him, for a moment you had forgotten they were there, "what is this about?"

"Nothing, nothing, just curious" He simply replied before getting up and heading to the bar for another drink. You let out a sigh of relief as the others continued their chatting. You were about to take your last sip of wine when you noticed Wanda's gaze fixed on you, you smiled softly at her and returned your attention to the food in front of you.

"And what do your parents think about him?" Tony said after a while, the food was long gone and now everyone was getting more drinks "I bet they're very happy for you."

You gulped grabbing your dirty plates taking them to the dishwasher distracting yourself from the question.

“They passed away” you replied quietly "I never knew my mother and my father died of cancer one year after I disappeared on the blip, so I never saw him again. It’s just me”.

“Oh” Tony looked at you apologetically “I’m sorry”.

“It was a long time ago” you brushed it off, not trying to make the evening uncomfortable. You close the dishwasher and turn to Nat who was going to take you to see Steve. Before you left the room you caught Bucky’s stare, only this time this one was soft, almost kind.

——

Natasha had taken you to see Steve, who remained in the same state, if you didn't know what was really happening to him, you would think he was just sleeping. His cheeks were still full of color. You'd been able to notice the little details that adorned his face, and yet Joe's voice wouldn't leave your head, he really look a lot like Ryan. According to what you had been told, it was all a matter of waiting, he was a super human after all.

An hour later, Bucky had offered to drive you back to your apartment. This time the ride was shorter, if he wanted to investigate further about his suspicions about you, he didn't. He kept quiet for the entire ride. Maybe he was just tired or maybe finding out about your loss had made him identify with you, if only for a moment.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" he finally spoke, ending the comfortable silence that had formed between you two since you left the compound. You were walking down the small hallway in your building.

His kind tone had taken you by surprise "Yes, everyone was very friendly, thank you". You replied pulling your keys out of your bag, the door to your apartment in front of you.

He let out a big sigh as he leaned against the wall next to it, hands in his pockets, while he waited for you to enter. He almost seemed shy, nothing like the Bucky you had met hours earlier.

"Look, I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time" he finally said closing his eyes for a moment before turning to look at you.

You stopped.

"Oh, don’t worr-"

"The truth is that it’s been a long time since Steve told me anything really, it's not your fault" he interrupted you and by the way his voice failed you noticed he was having a hard time talking about it. You could feel the horrible sense of guilt flooding through your body. You didn't want him to feel bad. "I'm glad you two had each other and you were taking care of him." Well, now you really felt guilty. The imposter syndrome was really kicking this time. You gave him a half smile entering your apartment.

"I didn't tell you before but… thank you for saving his life, not everyone would have been brave enough to do what you did." You turned to him, he was leaning against the door frame looking at you only this time you didn’t feel strained with his blue eyes. "I can see why he’s attracted to you” he simply said giving you one final look before turning and walking away. If he only knew.

"Goodnight, Bucky" you whispered watching him go, but this time he didn’t hear you.

A small continuous rustling sound made you wake up from your sleep. Opening your eyes to a completely dark room, you were about to reach out to turn on the lamp at the side of your bed when a cold material covered your mouth and the smell of leather filled your senses.

What seemed like a figure of a man was on top of you, his gloved hand was over your mouth trying to restrain you.

Terror began to invade your body. Oh god, he’s going to hurt me. You twisted and pulled your arms trying to free yourself but he was much stronger than you. He didn’t budge an inch. Feeling the adrenaline rush through your body, you didn't even realize that you had managed to let go of your arm, without thinking you dug your fingers into his eyeballs, and your knee hit his groin, knocking his breath out of him and making his grip weaken for a moment. You jumped out of bed, turning on the lamp and bringing it to the floor along with you as the man pounced on you again.

The room filled with the dim yellow light and that's when you saw him; an unknown man with black hair and tan skin loomed over you, he was dressed just like the men of the alley. You let out a high pitched scream before the man slammed your head hard against the floor.

Your vision blurred and a high pitched noise rang in your ears leaving you dazed. Before you knew it, the man was no longer on top of you but lying on your side, his face was in pain and a metal arm was around his neck.

Bucky.

That’s all you remember before you pass out.

[jordie-gvf]

lights out, danny wagner

warnings : smut, choking, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it the fuck up), rough!danny, tiniest bit of aftercare, hair pulling, the pull out method (for the second time, wrap it the fuck up), DADDY KINK, oral f recieving, face sitting, language

pairing : fem!reader x danny wagner

word count : 1.2k+

very poorly written, im so sorry!

enjoy!

Ever since you and Danny started dating, you went to every single show. You went to the shows when you were in high school with them. Flash forward 10 years later, you were still there. 

Tonight, the power had turned off. Joe, their photographer, took a video of Danny still playing with the power out. By the end of the video, Danny said, “Can’t shut me off, Bitch!” and Joe sent it to you.

The show had ended and Josh came into the dressing room and said, “I wish you the best with him, he's very angry.” 

You got up and poured him a drink. The door slammed and whipped your head in the direction of the door. He walked over to you and pushed you against the wall. He encased his lips in yours and kissed you roughly. 

“God, I am so fucking pissed off right now.” he said when he started kissing your neck. He lifted you up against the wall on his waist and kissed your neck, roughly. He stopped and sat down on the couch. “I need this pussy on my face,” he said. He pulled you to him using the belt loops on your jeans. He undid your jeans and looked up at you through his eyelashes. He pulled them down and opened up your legs. He kissed your clit through your panties, moved away from you and laid down. He grabbed at your thighs and said, “Sit.” in a forceful voice.

You listened to him and put your thighs right next to his ears. He grabbed your hips and stuck his tongue out, making you ride his face. You moved your hips back and forth on his mouth and threw your head back in ecstasy. You looked down and saw his brown eyes looking back up at you. “I gotta get this pussy ready for my cock, wanna ride my cock baby?” he asked you. You nodded profusely and he lifted your hips up off his face. “Turn around and take my pants off.” he told you. 

You did exactly as he said and took his pants off. Sadly, he wears underwear on stage, so you had to take those off of him as well. He ate you out from behind but pulled his mouth off you to say, “Touch it. You know you want to. See how hard I am for you?” You looked back at him to see him lift one hand up to smack your ass. He licked up to your ass and rimmed you for a few seconds. 

He stuck his thumb inside your pussy and said, “Can I put my thumb in your little ass, baby?” You nodded and wrapped your lips around his cock. He moaned into you and took his thumb out of your cunt to put it in your ass. He grabbed your hair with his opposite hand and said, “Someone likes it when I lick her little pussy, doesn't she?” 

You nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy.” He stopped all of his movements and lifted you off of him. He grabbed your hair and shoved you to the floor. He stood up above you and said, “What did you just say?” You responded and said, “I love it when Daddy licks my pussy.” He pulled you up to him and said, “Open.” You did as he said and opened your mouth. He spit directly into your mouth and lightly smacked you on the cheek. “Kneel.” was all he said. You kneeled in front of him and let go of your hair and rested his hand on your cheek. He looked down at you and said, “If you love Daddy as much as you say you do, shut up and suck my cock.” 

You followed his orders and did exactly as he said. He laced his hands through your hair and yanked your head back. “You didn't say please. Manners baby, manners.” he said.

“Please, Daddy?” you said,

“I know you can do better than that.” he retaliated.

“Daddy please let me suck your cock. I'll be such a good girl, I promise.” 

“You're gonna be daddy’s good girl?” he said with a laugh.

You nodded viciously, waiting to please him. He brought your head up to the tip of his cock and said, “Kiss it. That's it. Once.” 

You kissed his pink tip and pulled your lips away. “Good girl. Always listening to her Daddy. Stand up.” 

You looked at him in disbelief and he yanked your hair. “Did I fucking studder, whore?” 

You got up onto your feet and he moved you over to the couch. “Bend over.” You did as he said and bent over the couch, hands wrapped around the back, kneeling on the cushions. He spread your legs apart, stuck his hand out in front of you and said, “Spit.” 

You did as he said and looked back at him. He rubbed his hand over his cock and said, “You ready to take my cock? Think your little pussy can handle it?” 

You nodded and pushed your ass back onto him. He spanked you a few times and slowly teased his cock through your pussy. “Such a slut, can't wait for her Daddy.” 

He pushed into you and you threw your head back. “Perfect, perfect pussy.” He said and wrapped your hair into his fist. He pulled you up his chest and said, “You like it when Daddy fucks you real hard, don’t you.” You nodded your head at him. He reached his opposite hand up to your throat and lightly squeezed. 

He kept fucking you, never loosing his pace. He was grunting in your ear and you had your head resting on his shoulder as he was thrusting. 

He took his hand off your throat and grabbed your ass in his hand. He released his hand and pushed you down onto your hands. He smacked your ass a few times and grabbed it and jiggled it. 

“I love this ass, I love touching it, I love spanking it. Can I love on it, Babydoll? Can I?” he asked you. You nodded and he grabbed your ass and used it to thrust into you harder. He smacked your ass a few times, then rubbed it. 

He started moaning loudly, a signal that he was getting close. His movements started to falter as he could feel you clenching around him. “I feel your cunt, pulling me in. You gonna cum, Angel? Hm?” he coaxed you towards the end. You nodded and pushed your ass back towards his pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and your vision went white. 

You felt his warm cum shoot all over your ass. He pulled back and said, “Stay right there for me, Angel.” 

He went over to his jacket and grabbed his phone. You assumed he was going to take a picture, which is exactly what he did. “Can I take a picture, love?” he asked you. You nodded and heard his camera click quite a few times. 

He put his phone down and grabbed a washcloth from inside the bathroom. He soaked it in warm water and came back out to you. He wiped your ass off and washed the rag out. “You know, when I was younger, I used to suck on those.” you told him.

He laughed and said, “Yeah, well now you're older, and you suck on other things.”

[alexiela73]

Can i have headcannons for mccree, hanzo, and blackwatch genji reacting to their trans (boy) kind getting bullied (in like a stalking ish way) and what they would do ? (Srry jcncn ik thats rly specific ive had a uh bad week if ya get me 😅)

If someone is stalking you, I am between call the police or go Rapunzel on his ass with a frying pan and see what he thinks then.

Also, was gonna post tomorrow but decided I couldn't wait.

McCree:

Something started to bother you a few weeks ago

No matter how many times he asked you about it, you'd brush it off and say it was nothing or that he was imagining it

Except, he knew he wasn't. Jesse KNEW you, possibly too well

There was something off. You weren't as...happy, anymore. You seemed to look over your shoulder more often, and you didn't look excited about going to work anymore

Jesse would hold you at night and could feel you were still awake, hours after having said goodnight, and once even felt your tears on his shirt

One day, Jesse brought you lunch at work. He hadn't even made it into the store fully yet when he spotted you, and you looked so uncomfortable

Standing maybe barely a foot from you was a taller man leaning on the counter, almost looming over you. Jesse could see he was talking to you, and there was a twisted smile on his face as whatever he was saying

When you moved away, he just got right back up in your space and Jesse could see the tears shimmering in your eyes from there

Beyond pissed, Jesse put on the most easy going smile, walked over and slammed down his metal hand on the counter. "Hey darlin'," he said, giving you a wink. "How's my boy doing today?"

Startled to see your boyfriend, you immediately stepped back again from what Jesse now saw was your coworker. The coworker looked just as surprised, immediately followed by disgust

"She's your girlfriend, huh?" he asked, looking down at you.

"He is my boyfriend," Jesse emphasized, gritting his teeth. "And ya, I'mma pretty lucky fella to have y/n. He's an incredible guy. Who're you, by the way?" he asked, pulling out one of his cigars and lighting it in the store.

You started to open your mouth to stop him, but he waved you off, taking your hand and pulling you from behind the counter to nestle against his side. Perhaps it was a little inappropriate, but you knew Jesse was just protecting you.

The guy clearly wasn't getting the hint. "She's obviously a girl, man. I don't know how she has you fooled, but I can see her tits through that shirt-"

"Who on earth is Joe hiring these days?" Jesse asked you. "Must be desperate to be pullin' chumps like this one in."

"The fuck did you say to me?" the guy started, moving in from behind the counter.

The worker had no time to react, as Jesse grabbed the man and suddenly flipped him on his back beside the register. The man started to yell, but Jesse had taken a long drag of his cigar- and now shoved it into the guys gaping maw, cowing his mouth with his bionic hand.

The guy started to scream, muffled by Jesse and you immediately grabbed Jesse's arm.

"Jesse," you whispered frantically. "Stop it, please. This guy isn't worth it-"

"No," he agreed, "but you are. Now, look here," he drawled, leaning down so his face was near the mans. "You ever get in his space again, ever shit on him again like that or if I ever, ever see him shed another tear because of your sorry ass, I'll cut your tongue out and shove it up that ass of yours. Got it? And trust me, kid- jail couldn't stop me."

When he let go, the guy rolled over and choked out the cigar, ashes and drops of blood.

"Did you have to be that rough?" you whispered, but pressed your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin gently.

"Darlin'-" Jesse shook his head and led you out for your break.

Hanzo

You told Hanzo that you had been receiving some distressing emails as of late

You volunteered with a few different organizations, and you hadn't had any issues with anyone regarding you being trans, but clearly someone was bothered by it

It wouldn't have concerned you, but other then vague threats and rather nasty messages, there were some pictures sent to you as well

Some included you walking down the road on your day off, others were of you at work- you could see whoever is was had taken pictures of you at your main work and one of your volunteer groups.

Hanzo was understandably upset by this

"So someone is following you around and threatening you?" he had said, his lips pulled tight. "I see. Why don't you take one of the dragons with you to your groups- preferably Ramen. Udon is far too nosey," he said dismissively.

"I...no, that's okay. If I react to it, then this guy will get the satisfaction of knowing he's got me all bothered," you said, rubbing your chin before scritching Udons cheeks as he rolled onto your lap.

"It is bothering you, and if nothing else, its bothering me. If these aren't empty words, then I'd never forgive myself for doing nothing," he'd said.

Over the next few days, Ramen would go with you everywhere, usually in your bag. On the fifth day, Hanzo walked over to your main office at so-and-so company, pushing a man in front of him.

You recognized the man as a volunteer at the shelter. The noodles were on either side of them, hissing and snapping at the man like angry cats and batting at his legs.

"This is the man that has been stalking you and spewing those vile things about your manhood," Hanzo said, holding a camera- it looked expensive too.

He crushed it in his hand as if it were made of paper, causing the man to sputter angrily, before dropping it and immediately the two dragons pounced and started burning and batting it around.

"Really? Why? You seemed so nice-" you started to say, but the man spat at your feet.

"God made you a woman and you think you can change his will?" he snarled, making Hanzo roll his eyes.

A sharp shake made the man hiss, and you had no idea what bound his hands behind his back. "You will speak when I say you can, pathetic fool," Hanzo growled. "We'll be going to the police with this and getting a restraining order. I've had enough of this whelp and his presence."

Sighing, you knew Hanzo was right. Letting the man go would likely just cause further problems down the road.

"Okay. Just let me send an email saying I'm done early for the day," you said, before leaning over and to the mans disgust, you pecked Hanzo on the lips. "Thanks, baby."

Hanzo reached up, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. "Always," he said softly.

Blackwatch Genji

The person who started bullying you was one of the recruits

Sadly, it was someone you actually worked really well with, until he saw you changing in the mens room and saw your binder

Since then, it has been snarky comments, circulating whispers and some of the people who you did your workouts with stopped talking to you

It even turned to school based bullying- shoulder checks, getting tripped, your clothes getting stolen

This went on for a total of two weeks, because thats exactly how long your boyfriend was away on a mission

No one knew that you two were dating- Genji was cold to most, very distant, and was usually considered harsh. Plus, he was often in charge of the recruits work outs and training regimes, so it seemed like a bad idea to let people know the two of you were intimate

You had no idea that Genji was home that day, back at base. He'd decided to come and visit the recuits- he watched as McCree put you all through the works, not fully paying attention as he was looking at some cowboy magazine

Genji saw the moment you were tripped while doing the 20 km run- he saw exactly who did it and the way some of them snickered. Part of him wanted to come help you up, but he refrained

He asked McCree if he'd noticed any shift in behavior amongst the ranks, and to his surprise, McCree put down the magazine and looked much more serious

"I have. Some of the guys found out about y/n being trans and I guess it didn't sit well with them. Almost everyone at camp knows now, and he often sits alone. I tried talkin' to the brats, but they won't take me seriously and Reyes is still away," he grunts, rubbing his chin. Genji didn't often see him bothered like this.

The rage he felt was unexplainable.

You didn't see him, but you were able to get out of the locker room before the other guys were done with their routine. It was a bad day overall, and you needed to get to the mess hall to start dinner, as it was your turn tonight.

When the men were showering and changing, Genji slipped in and locked the door

The men were shocked- Genji had never entered the mens change room. He often referred to the idea being akin to changing with a herd of sloppy pigs.

The look in his eyes though- they'd only seen it on missions. It was bloodthirsty

"McCree tells me you all have an issue with y/n," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

One of the guys, the one who'd started the whole thing, had the audacity to laugh. "Y/n is actually a woman," he said. "Pretending to be a guy. Can you believe it? I can't believe they let her change in here with us. You wouldn't believe what its been like-"

Genji grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into a locker so hard the frame bent, and snatched the mans tongue. He started choking, and some of the guys backed further away, too scared to interfere.

Genji's reputation as to what happened to those who angered him was well known.

"You filthy bastard," Genji said, tilting his head, eyes glinting crimson. "It's like you want to die, don't you? I should cut out your tongue- it'd be easy," he said.

So quickly did the hand on the guys throat become his elbow pressing down on his airway, and something sharp pricked against the mans tongue, drawing blood.

"Should I? Cut out your tongue?"Genji asked, tilting his head.

There was silence, the recruit struggling to breathe. The minutes stretched, before finally Genji let go.

The man slid to the ground, gasping hard, a drip of blood on his chin.

When he looked at them all, Genji lifted his blade and slowly ran his finger down it. "The next time one of you touches him. Looks at him. So much as thinks about him like that again...I will kill you. I'll kill all of you and I won't hesitate...and no one will stop me," he said.

When he left, Genji went straight to you. He had no doubt everyone believed him.

When he found you, Genji embraced you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he had said low in your ear. "As you are."

Not knowing what he meant, you just hugged him tighter, sighing softly. "I love you too, Genji. Please don't leave again without me."

[tokillamockingbird427]

What if Keegan proposes to Fed Logan, which breaks him out of his brainwashing?

I can make this comedy based prompt angsty.

And I'm going to.

Logan comes back, but he's wrong. He's angry and hateful and he just wants them all dead.

Keegan can't stand it of course, he loves him.

And maybe a bit of Logan loves him back still... because Keegan is his first target.

It's horrible. Logan's not alone, he brought help, but Keegan knows it's a lot harder for said help to coordinate if their tactician (Logan) isn't communicating with them.

Keegan's just buying time, he's a distraction, really not much else. And it's just like Sand Viper isn't it? He's back to betting his life to buy time for someone else.

But he figures this time, he doesn't have the company of 14 other dead men to keep him company. So he talks to Logan.

Just kinda... what's been going on. Kick dyed his hair. Hesh managed to get the number of this cute barista while they were on leave for a week, they've been texting non-stop. Merrick finally figured out an edible cookie recipe, though they don't quite hold up to Logan's.

Maybe it pisses Logan off more, being told that they're doing okay without him there.

Maybe Keegan talking to him like a human being, like a friend, is doing some good.

Logan doesn't tell.

Predictably, he's getting his ass whooped. Keegan kept Logan on a chase for him as long as he could because he knew a physical fight can only last so long, around three minutes for an average Joe so they can go seven-ish because they're trained, but as soon as the guns were out of hand he knew he was gonna lose.

Few reasons. He's playing defense, he doesn't have the heart to try and win this fight, Logan's gotten really good at hand to hand while he's been gone... Keegan just knows he's not walking away.

Hey, it sucks, but he's dying next to a friend, so it's not all that bad, right?

Logan doesn't laugh at the joke.

They keep boxing.

Logan gets the upper hand on him, somehow. He's on the ground. There's a lot of one sided punches being thrown.

Not Keegan's face, there's a few that land there, but most are in areas more likely to hurt than kill. His torso: shoulders, chest, and stomach. Wind keeps getting knocked out of him, over and over again. He realizes he can't talk anymore because of it, and maybe that's the point.

Logan's arms get tired or something. Maybe his knuckles are sore. Either way, he starts kicking and stomping instead of hitting.

But hey, Keegan can... kinda talk again. Wind-killing blows are further between... relatively.

Something clicks right in his mind, somehow. He's panicking a bit and it's harder to think. Human, when you realize you're dying and or are going to die, everything kicks into overdrive.

"Remember the proposals--"

And it's probably a mistake to open his stupid literally bloody mouth again, because now Logan's legs are tired or something and the blonde it on top of him.

He's gained a lot of weight, is the first thing Keegan realizes, because Logan's just kneeled on his chest and everything is on one point and it's hard to breathe again.

Honestly, he doesn't know how he's still conscious at this point.

It feels like his ribs are going to crack, then there's a pop and yeah one of them just did, but that's a bit of a minor concern because Logan's throttling the life out of him.

He still doesn't say anything, but Keegan thinks he can hear him growling. Hard to differentiate between that and the blood screaming in his ears.

Though the eyes... he gets the message there. Even without words, he knows Logan wants him to shut the hell up right fucking now.

But he's just got one thing to say.

"Should have said yes."

It comes out more "Shdhevvsss." because he is choking to death. He can literally feel his windpipe starting to give a bit, and he guesses maybe Logan's dragging it out because he's definitely smart enough to realize something as simple as a pen can put Keegan out and he wouldn't be able to do shit about it.

He wants to get the point across through, desperately.

Hands are weak. He can't feel his fingers or toes and there's... static in his brain.

Barely manages to maneuver a hand around Logan's and through the fog to tug at the chain around his neck, most of which is stuck under his hands.

Just trying to get Logan to realize it's there. He's bad at humor, but he tries sometimes. He's been holding onto something for a while, waiting for a good chance...

Like Logan always did. Good chances and he'd pop out some ring shaped object, drop to a knee, silly grin with that look in his eyes. And the first few times he'd ask, "Marry me?" and Keegan knew even then he was whipped because those little whispers, all for him, just for him, those were enough to get his heart to skip around like a little rabbit. Hop hop hop hop. The other times he didn't need to because Keegan knew the joke.

In return to Logan's little game he'd make his own jokes... "How cheap is that? I'm an expensive man." "A ring that small? My fingers aren't that tiny." "No, it's cloudy today and that's a bad omen."

Why he was saying no... it became more about continuing the game than making jokes. If he wanted to end it he would but he didn't. He liked that Logan wanted him, even if it was a game.

He's got a different joke this time though. Figured now's the last chance, pretty much the first too, that he'll get to say it.

The day's weather had been shit, humid, warm, at the same time cloudy. It was too big a ring, way too big. And it was definitely cheap, made to be tossed away and lost as soon as it lost its singular purpose.

He's not sure why this one specifically. Logan had proposed with a ring pop before, a cheap plastic toy you'd get from those 25 cent prize ball things, a random twist of colored wire, even a legitimate ring with good metal and pretty stones...

It's just a grenade pin. But Keegan held onto it. Kept it right next to his dog tags, all this time.

Tugs on the chain, again and again. Not sure if Logan's seeing it, realizing... he should. He has an eye for small details... Keegan just doesn't know because he can't see anymore.

And then he's gone, slipping off to inky darkness, unsure if the joke landed or not.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Max hates makeup. Okay, hate is a strong word, but she's young and her stepfather (she'll be damned if she ever calls him Dad) has it in his head that every girl loves that gooey shit.

She puts on a fake smile as she opens up her Christmas present; another makeup kit. Her mother won't let her throw the growing mound of kits in her closet away for some reason. Marrying Neil changed her. Max can't quite put a finger on it, but Susan is different.

Speaking of acting different...

She feels the burn of her step-brother's intense glare searing holes into the back of her head, and whips her head around to glare right back.

It's then when she realizes that while she's still halfway through unwrapping gifts, there isn't a single one with Billy's name on it.

He huffs, pushing back his chair. "This has all been fun. Can I go now?"

Neil moves like lightning, grabbing Billy by the wrist and squeezing until he sits back down. "You will sit until your sister is done opening her gifts."

Susan looks away, eying Max as though she should do the same.

Billy mutters something under his breath.

Neil narrows his eyes in suspicion. "What was that?"

"She's not my sister." The way Billy says it holds none of the heat Max is used to. He sounds... resigned. Almost afraid.

One thing she could always count on was Billy not being scared of anything. To hear a slight tremble in his voice only makes Max grip her new skateboard tighter.

Neil slaps Billy in the face, and he just sits there, stock still.

Max suddenly wants to grip the asshole's neck until he chokes.

"Neil..." Susan starts.

Good. Mom'll speak up, right?

"It's Christmas."

Neil slaps Billy again, harder.

Billy's eyes never leave the meaty finger in his face, his bulky form shrinking before Max's eyes. He's never looked so small. So helpless.

"Did you hear your mother? You're ruining Christmas morning. Can't go one day without a screw up, isn't that right, Billy?"

Max's breath catches in her throat, her stomach lurching. Neil's words are eerily similar to what she's yelled at Billy before.

I'm gonna be sick.

Billy stares blankly at him.

Neil slams his fists on the table, spilling the orange juice all over the breakfast Billy woke up at the crack of dawn to fix.

Come to think of it, Max wasn't sure he got a wink of sleep. Yesterday he had been sent to take Max so they could pick out a tree. Susan and Neil went along for once, but they let Billy carry the tree to the car. When Max offered to help, Neil shot her down, saying it was "a boy's job".

Billy never got to voice his opinion on the tree.

"ISN'T THAT RIGHT!" Neil bellows in his face.

Susan jumps, otherwise making no movements to diffuse the situation. She refuses to look at Billy, who's sad, dead blue eyes seem to be screaming "look at me! help me!"

"Yes, sir," he replies solemnly.

Neil nods, satisfied, and starts humming "American Pie" as he turns his back on his son.

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519 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#4

Currently missing Dacre Montgomery and Joe Keery Hours

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520 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#3

Billy "if I fits I sits" Hargrove and Steve "if you don't get your ass out of my face I'll bite it" Harrington

Steve "are you sure this is safe" Harrington and Billy "probably not" Hargrove

Steve "do I smell something burning" Harrington and Billy "your toast has been ready for ten minutes" Hargrove

Steve "study day and night" Harrington and Billy "I'll leave it up to fate" Hargrove

Billy "where do you think you're going mister" Hargrove and Steve "to the bathroom" Harrington

Steve "please brush your hair babe" Harrington and Billy "it's for the aesthetic" Hargrove

Billy "are you annoyed yet" Hargrove and Steve "I'm starting to be" Harrington

Steve "my patience is wearing thin" Harrington and Billy "like your hairline" Hargrove

Steve "why isnt the car moving" Harrington and Billy "Maybe because it's in park Steven" Hargrove

Billy "why do you put up with me" Hargrove and Steve "I've put up with a lot worse don't test me" Harrington

Billy "Ratio" Hargrove and Steve "keep math out of this" Harrington

Steve "please slow down we're going to be late" Harrington and Billy "do you hear yourself" Hargrove

Steve "have you looked in the mirror" Harrington and Billy "have you?" Hargrove

Steve "I went to the bakery" Harrington and Billy "do I not have enough cake for you" Hargrove

Steve "I love you unconditionally" Harrington and Billy "how dare you say that" Hargrove

Steve "are you okay" Harrington and Billy "am I ever okay" Hargrove

Billy "what were you thinking" Hargrove and Steve "nothing" Harrington (works both ways hehe)

Steve "you could've died" Harrington and Billy "but I didn't" Hargrove

Billy "how can you love me" Hargrove and Steve "how can I not" Harrington

Billy "are you really wearing that outfit in public" Hargrove and Steve "if it embarrasses you yes" Harrington

Billy "please don't fall in love with me" Hargrove and Steve "too late" Harrington

Steve "do you think this is funny" Harrington and Billy "oh you're not laughing" Hargrove

Billy "pay attention to me" Hargrove and Steve "dude don't make me get a restraining order" Harrington

Steve "I don't smell" Harrington and Billy "allow me to bring you back to earth" Hargrove

Steve "I'm stupid" Harrington and Billy "that's okay, I'll just out stupid you" Hargrove

Billy "I'm an asshole" Hargrove and Steve "why do you think I like you so much" Harrington

Steve "why are you laughing" Harrington and Billy "why aren't you laughing" Hargrove

Billy "giggles at funerals" Hargrove, Eddie "places bets on who's going to sing at the altar" Munson and Steve "God isn't real but the devil is" Harrington

Steve "sit up straight" Harrington and Billy "i literally can't" Hargrove +(Bonus- Robin "and on Pride Month" Buckley)

Billy "I'm very disappointed in you" Hargrove and Steve "is it because I'm bi" Harrington

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838 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#2

Billy getting angry, and in the middle of his loud ranting, Steve just boops his nose, and Billy just malfunctions

927 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Missed opportunities/ HCs:

Erica, Eddie, Billy, Max, and Robin as the five major pains in Steve Harrington's ass

Robin and Billy judging h*m*ph*bes

Billy and Erica being the fashion police

Billy, Jonathan, Eddie, and Argyle getting high together

Robin and Billy being Will's gay counselors

Billy and Eddie arguing over the best Metallica songs

Eddie finding out that Billy listens to Blondie and Madonna

Eddie being a graffiti artist

Eddie and Billy screaming to ACDC in Billy's Camaro

Wayne helping Billy fix his car

Hopper helping clear Eddie's name

Billy and Eddie being each other's defense attorney and hype machine

Hopper helping Billy get a job

Eddie jogging up to get his diploma naked (with the words "This is my year Henderson" tattooed across his chest)

Eddie's hair accidentally catching fire when he lights up a smoke

Billy teaching the kids how to surf (he still has a key to the pool)

Billy taking pottery classes just so he and Steve can recreate that one Ghost scene with the pottery wheel (Eddie in the background playing Unchained Melody)

Steve taking Billy to the same high end salon he goes to

Steve wearing glasses

Erica, Max, and Eleven having a girls' night (with Billy, who pretends to be reluctant but is really giddy about being included)

Billy and Lucas playing basketball

Billy booing Jason during that ass speech

Eddie and Billy walking on cafeteria tables together

Billy being a book nerd

Billy has a knack for interior design (based off of Dacre hehe)

Eddie with a braid

Eleven and Max doing Billy's hair (it gets really long, like Eddie's)

Billy being self conscious about his ears (that's why he never tucks his hair behind them)

Billy being a big cuddler

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1,703 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

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[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #1:

Joan Baez's Come from the Shadows

Joan Baez had a lot of options of where to go next in 1971.

She could elbow her way into the new female singer-songwriter space alongside Joni Mitchell, Sandy Denny and Carole King and kick some privileged male ass (Blue, The Northstar Grassman and the Ravens and Tapestry all came out in 71; Dylan and Young put out absolutely nothing).

She could shrug off that ridiculous challenge and compete with the blossoming Linda Ronstadt, turning songs by men into sexy, feminist anthems. Or she could play the dedicated wife to her jailed husband David. Finally, she could dump him and proudly sleep with strangers, all the while pining after Dylan.

Or she could just protest the damn war.

Come From The Shadows, which you can easily find in your local record store's dollar bin (that's what we will be doing in this blog: trolling through my hundreds of dollar bin records; thanks for reading!), has a cover which clearly announces that her priority is Protest.

Can you think of a less commercial and less self-promoting record cover? (I can: her husband David's painting of a funeral on her previous record, Blessed Are..., makes the cover of Self Portrait look like high art; the cover screams "don't buy me for kicks. I am an ugly bummer." Happily the double album is oddly full of light and joy.)

Come From The Shadows' cover photo of two elderly Vietnam protesters under arrest strikes a similarly confrontational tone, but this one isn't ugly. Instead, we know right off that we are either with Joan and her groovy octogenarian jailbirds, or we are pro-war. I'm obviously pro-Joan.

I wish I was in the room when this cover was discussed. Joe Salesperson must have choked on his pipe smoke while ordering a telegram that both begged and ordered Baez to put her pretty face on the cover instead. Somehow Baez had the chutzpah, clout and fierce determination to potentially doom her own record in the name of justice. And so we see these rain drenched hippies, who are matched on the reverse of the gatefold by a concise and angry essay from Joan herself, where she tells us, "in 1972 if you don't fight against a rotten thing you become a part of it." Sounds about right to me!

While we are at it, can you name one record cover by any other female artist before Court and Spark that does not focus on the woman's looks? (Damn, I just thought of one: Joni Mitchell's first record...). Anyway, Baez's cover (and the photo of her on the album's backside, in which she sports a reckless, can't be bothered haircut) manages to protest the war and female objectification at the same time.

But drop the needle on any battered, long-ignored, bargain bin copy of this record and everything gets way more complicated. Turns out that Baez had just about every goal possible in 1972, and all at the same time.

Prison Trilogy, the first track, is in keeping with her cover, as she protests the American prison system (not too surprising a topic given the fact that she'd married a guy, allegedly my mother's cousin's roommate at Stanford, who'd been in prison for refusing the draft). But Baez wrote it. Look out singer-songwriters, Joan's in the game! Songwriting wasn't entirely new for Baez; she'd written Song for David a few years before. But half the songs on this record are penned by Baez, by far her highest quota to date. None of her tracks here touch what Sandy, Joni or Carole had done in the preceding months, but they're all pretty good.

What's more, there's some weird stuff going on in her writing. She has a song about the crisis in Bangladesh and, as near as I can tell, she had nothing to do with George Harrison's male-centric benefit concert that had taken place at the end of 71. We know Stephen Stills was at that show, but was Joan? Stills, who doesn't belong as low down in Rock and Roll Hell as Mike Love but still shares the same zip code, spent the night of the Concert for Bangladesh backstage drunk and annoying everyone. He seems to have made that one of his specialties actually. Night of Hurricane found him demanding a whole room full of coke before he'd perform; and check him out in the bonus/rejected footage of The Last Waltz; it looks as though he is unaware of how one makes music. Anyway, was Baez riding the coattails of Harrison with her song about Bangladesh, or did she do this on her own and set the stage for the men to follow? Who knows!

Baez writes another song on this record that is straight-forwardly about sleeping around with some male stranger. There's nothing ambiguous about it; it's called Love Song to a Stranger and there's talk of him standing "nude by the mirror" while presenting her with a rose. A lovely image! I'll bet her husband would have loved hearing that one in the slammer. But he got out in 71, just before this came out, so I suppose she played it for him when he got home; hopefully the stranger had put on some pants by that point. I'm not passing any judgment here; it's a better approach than Clytemnestra took when Agamemnon walked in the door and I'm impressed with how bold and unapologetic Baez is here. We all know that non-males still get judged for being promiscuous while men still can get grinning props for the same thing. Happily, it turns out that Baez has been shouting at us from the dollar bin about this form of injustice for the past 51 years.

Growing up we had a copy of Diamonds and Rust, Baez huge hit record from a few years later. It was a relic of my mother's pre-motherhood life as a feminist who lived out the plot of 9 to 5 a full dozen years before that bizarro film was conceived. She also happened to have Kris Kristofferson as a cousin, which is endlessly cool. Anyway, the title track of Diamonds and Rust always struck me as a big deal because it's obviously written to and about Dylan, and it's intense. Well, it turns out Diamonds and Rust is the second (maybe there are more?) song Baez wrote directly to Dylan. Side 2 of Come From the Shadows keeps up her trend of obvious song naming; it's called To Bobby and it calls him out unambiguously for ditching The Movement to write songs about the man within himself whose ubiquitous brown coat appears on every cover instead of Joan's anti-war grandparents. Did Dylan listen to songs like this that are obviously about him? What was their conversation like when they next saw each other?

Bob: Hey Joanie, that's an intense song you wrote there. Who's it about?

Baez: You Bob. It's about you.

Bob: Gee wiz, Joanie. Just don't tell my wife, okay? I just wrote one called about you too. It's called Wigwam.

The songs on Come From The Shadows not written by Baez are an odd grab bag of moods. Baez out Ronstadts Linda by covering Imagine just an album after covering Let It Be. Both Baez covers are solid, with Baez sounding less strident than she can at times. But I'm guessing everyone on planet earth, including your great grandparents, had heard these tunes before Joan included them. We may scratch our heads at such obvious and seemingly redundant covers today, but keep in mind that for most of the listening public The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down was a song by Joan Baez.

Unlike Imagine and Let it Be, the album's very best track, Rainbow Road, didn't make its way into every progressive 70's summer camp songbook. My cool queer kids think it's a gay anthem - and it should be! Take a listen, and thanks for joining me in the Dollar Bin.

[wrestlingcreative]

haven’t done this in a while, but i’m in the mood to write without thought so

Full Gear 2022 Predictions

🖤 Mox v MJF for World Title

I’m not going against Mox, I just want the man to take his vacation and for MJF’s year long run to pay off so, MJ-fucking-F. I don’t care how he wins just put the belt on him and let me be thoroughly entertained. MJF can sell me on his character whether it be ultra heel or babyface (very much waiting on babyface him) and him as champ is definitely going to spark a wave of interest.

🖤Acclaimed v Swerve in Our Glory for Tag Titles

This ain’t ending well. My bet is Acclaimed retain and Swerve and Keith start their feud. I wouldn’t be mad if they held off a bit longer and made their situation more bitter and strenuous but, they’ll probably pull the trigger now. I’d be shocked as shit is they take the belts off of the Acclaimed especially when they failed to call that audible the first time. I just really hope that in the end of all this we get Swerve in his heel bag and Keith stays on tv.

🖤 Toni Storm v Jamie Hayter for Women’s Title

First off I hate that - interim - is always in there. Just let the person be the champion and then the person who had to relinquish get an automatic title shot when they return. Which is what happens already! Something about always having to say interim champ cheapens it for me. Rant over. Jamie Hayter. I’m ready for something new, I’m ready for things to actually be shaken up in the women’s division. Jamie has the people (including me) behind her, really anything can be done with her and the belt. Just so much opportunity. Is Ruby feeling better?

🖤ROH World Champ

Yes I’m too lazy to write out all of their names. I’m still hung up on Jericho calling Sammy “little buddy” liiike??? Is Sammy just gonna take that?? Idk, as far as I’m concerned Sammy has to turn on him just for saying that. I don’t expect the BCC to implode, Danielson would have to go off the deep end for that. Yes, he’s been a little more unhinged lately but I don’t think he’s quite there yet. I don’t know who’s gonna win cuz Jericho has been slippery this entire title run. And I’m still of the belief that Danny boy betrayed Danielson so that he could beat Jericho and be double champ. Farfetched? Maybe, but this is pro wrestling. I think Jericho pulls something out of his ass here.

🖤Trios Match

My gosh. The thing is… most people believe that the titles are going to go back to The Elite. That’s a little too easy of an answer, like it’s making me skeptical. Not much has been done with the trios titles though they’ve kinda just been there. So maybe they need to go on The Elite? Maybe Death Triangle just needs to be booked better? But Death Triangle aren’t really on the same page right now anyways. And Penta and Fenix could be the next challengers for the tag titles if DT split. And I like the sound of that. For The Elite to come back and lose would be kinda whack too. Fuck it I’ll say The Elite. But this match better be crazy and hard hitting. Just get in the ring and start bumping goddamnit!

🖤Jade Cargill v Nyla Rose

Jade. But what are they going to do with Nyla when she loses? That’s my worry cuz this is the most tv time Nyla has gotten in ages. And this match is probably going to be short.

🖤Wardlow v Hobbs v Samoa Joe for TNT Title

Big men. This is the type of big men match that excites! Wardlow doing his flippy shit, Joe choking folks out, Hobbs breaking backs. Wardlow retains. What’s the point of making Joe a double champ? It wouldn’t do much story wise. And the only reason I say Wardlow over Hobbs is because we haven’t reached the full potential of Wardlow as TNT champ. We had to ask to get him on tv tbfh.

🖤Jungle Boy v Luchasaurus in a Steel Cage

Jungle Boy. If not him then wtf have we been doing this whole time? Like seriously?

🖤Saraya v Britt Baker

Chile idk. Saraya’s first match in years v Britt Baker, homegrown talent that’s been the face of this division for a hot minute. I’m more invested in what this match does for the women’s division than the match in and of itself.

🖤Sting and them

Idgaf. Just hope Sting doesn’t give me a heart attack doing a high spot.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"However, his father made no effort to pursue the subject. Instead he said abruptly, “So you’re Lettie’s boy.”

Yours too, Joe was on the verge of retorting, but his father was scowling, and it struck him for the first time that his father was probably as uncertain as he as to how to proceed.

“You’re a good size.” His father rolled the cigar back and forth across his fingertips. “Kind of scrawny, but you’ll fill out. How old are you?”

“Going on twenty.”

“Got a job?”

“Part time, here and there. And summers. I go to college, to UCLA.”

“Still in the same house, are you? You and Lettie and the dummy?”

“She’s not a dummy! Pauline is slow, that’s all. But she can talk, she’s no trouble, and everybody likes her.”

His father shrugged. “Is that all? Just the three of you?”

“Uncle Jerry stays with us from time to time.”

“That free-loader. That parasite. Long on talk, short on action.”

“He does like to talk.”

“Big bag of wind. Well, if it’s money trouble, kid, I—”

“Oh no,” Joe said hurriedly. “Mother’s been doing pretty well with the store, all things considered. Business’ll probably pick up, too, Southern California’s bound to be a boom area once the defense contracts start to spread around.”

“Defense my ass. War, you mean. We’re going to—” He was interrupted by the return of Melba, who shoved the papers into a pile on the corner of the bridge table, then set a coffeepot on it and two mugs, and turned her back, all without saying a word.

“How do you take it?”

“Black.” Actually he liked milk with his coffee, but he did not see any; and he was afraid not only of putting Melba out, but of giving his father trouble.

But when his father filled a cup to the brim and shoved it at him, Joe was hard put to swallow without choking or making a face. The coffee was not only bitter, but sour, as though it had been standing around too long, heated and reheated time after time; it had a taste like the smell of the half-rancid lemons outside on the path.

“They’re going to get you, kid,” his father said, rinsing coffee around in his mouth as though it were toothbrush water. Maybe it loosened up the cigar taste? “Don’t think they won’t. First comes  the draft, then they drag you off to the war.”

“Oh, I know!” Joe said eagerly. He thought he must sound like a fool, but this was his first chance to talk seriously. He went on in a rush, “I don’t kid myself about that. My mother doesn’t understand though. It’s hard for her to see why I’ve suddenly gotten interested in politics. The fact is, I’m more concerned with the antiwar movement than I am with college. You know what I mean, don’t you?”

His father, his face furrowed, muttered something he could not catch.

Then he ground out his cigar butt and said, “What’s all this stuff with movements. You’d be better off keeping your nose clean and trying to make a living until Morgenthau and his crowd shove you into the Army.”

“Why should I toss in the sponge? I don’t mind telling you, there’s plenty of students want no part of the war.”

“Students,” his father said scornfully. ��Bunch of Commies. You see them trying to stop the Russians from gobbling up Finland? That’s the only goddam country ever paid its debts, but you think the college boys care?”

He added irrelevantly, “Girls and good times.”

“At least we’re trying to do something. As a matter of fact, I’m on my way to the national convention of the American Student Union.”

“Now what do you want me to do about that?” his father asked. “Pat you on the back? You want to save your skin, don’t make out like you’re a hero in the bargain.”

“It’s not just my skin,” Joe persisted. Looking not at his father but at the worn rug that lay in the shade between them, he felt that maybe they might at least have in common the fact that they both wanted no part of the war. He went on doggedly, “When the CIO was getting started, I never paid too much attention to it. Maybe I was too young. But now I think that if the anti-war people and the students and the labor movement can get together —”

“The labor movement! Christ I hate that word. Where’d you pick up all this crap, from that dumb drunk uncle of yours? Don’t you know who John L. Lewis’s stooges are, big fella like you, college boy? Bunch of red agents, that’s what. Don’t you know what they’ve been doing right here in the state of California?”

“As a matter of fact, I thought I’d try and find out—I’m going up to the San Joaquin Valley, to see what’s been going on with those cotton pickers in that strike.”

“I’ll tell you what’s been going on. Commie agitators stirring up the Mexicans and Okies so you can’t get a goddam day’s work out of any of them. Think that’s funny, like in College Humor? Not to somebody that’s been knocking himself out trying to make a go of it.”

“All I said was—”

“I heard what you said. Those brain trusters never taught you at college that it’s the same Jew crowd behind both Lewis and Roosevelt, no matter how the two of them pretend they’re feuding. You know why? Because the professors are hand in glove with Morgenthau and the Jews to drag us into the war and turn the country over to the CIO.” 

With real satisfaction, as though he had invented the phrase, he repeated it: “Hand in glove.”

“I guess …” Joe cleared his throat in order that he might go on, and was almost surprised that it was not blood risen to his mouth. “… you and I haven’t got much to talk about.”

His father clattered cup into saucer and flung back his head in an oddly youthful gesture, to get his straight black hair out of his eyes. As though he were discussing the weather, he said neutrally, “I didn’t go to see you. You came to see me.”

Joe hated himself for sitting there, still, on the sofa, as though he were nailed to it, but he could not gather strength or breath to rise and flee. At last, though, he was able to pull himself erect. 

Looking down at his father seated before his coffee and his columns of figures, he said, “That’s true. Now that I’ve satisfied my curiosity, I’ll be on my way. And you can get back to what really matters to you.”

These words seemed to touch something in his father that had hitherto been beyond his reach. He too arose, his long, defeated countenance darkening with concentration. “Now wait a minute,” he said. “I didn’t mean it that way. Let me get Melba to fix you a sandwich.”

“That’s all right I’m not hungry.”

“It’s no trouble for her, it’ll only take her a minute.”

“I’ve got no appetite.”

His father hitched up his trousers. “Then let me give you a lift downtown. I can run you back to the bus terminal, or wherever, in my pickup.”

“Don’t bother. I can go the way I came.”

As he walked to the front hall to retrieve his bag, Joe could feel his father’s breath on his neck; he was afraid to stop for fear they would collide, but at the door he had to turn once more.

“I thought you were coming to put the bite on me, see,” his father said, his voice somewhat shrill with uncertainty. “And I’m in no position—”

“Neither am I."

“Then don’t go off mad.” His father barred the door. He held Joe’s arm in a surprisingly strong grip while with the other hand he dug deep in his pants pocket.

“Here.” He fished out something and pressed it into Joe’s free hand. “It might bring you luck. Everybody can use a little luck.”

Joe pushed open the screen door with his shoulder and went on out with his bag before him, not looking back. When he was halfway down the walk his father called after him, “Keep your nose clean, kid!”

All the long way back to the highway, he did not unclench his fist, nor did he shift the bag from one hand to the other. Only after he had stood for some time at the intersection, alone, waiting for a ride to Route 99, did he open his hand.

A silver dollar lay there, wet from his sweat. As he stared down at it, and at the deep circular groove that it had bitten into his palm, the odor of lemons seemed to rise to his nostrils, dilating and prickling them.

He lifted his arm and flung the coin away with as much force as he could muster, and then, as he felt the tears coursing down his cheeks, he rubbed his palms along his thighs and pressed them to his wet face, rocking slowly back and forth at the side of the road, waiting for someone to come along and drive him away." - Harvey Swados, Standing Fast: A Novel (1971, 2013 Open Road edition)

[yllem]

My Grandma Died

I have avoided this post for a long time. Today is January 2nd, 2024. I haven't written in several months and this is a very hard post to make.

Mid October was one of the craziest weeks of my life. Let's start with Monday:

October 16th: I hear that the first client I ever signed is looking to get out of their contract. I win $170 in an NFL pick em's league. Low. High. I receive a call from Kelli, Bruce's girlfriend. This seemed weird. It was after 11pm in Ohio and she does not call me. I answer the phone expecting bad news. My dad had been in Ohio a lot in 2023 visiting his parents, mostly my grandpa who was not doing very well. I was prepared to hear the hard words from Kelli.

She says something like: "Melly, I don't know how else to say this, but I can imagine you know that I'm not calling with good news. Grandma had a stroke. She's in a coma and it's a matter of days. We can't get ahold of your dad." I shot up in bed. GRANDMA? I immediately call Laura who I know will be across the hall. She relays the message to which he responds "whaaaaaaat" three times. I forgot to mention the coma, but he goes to call Bruce. On the phone with Laura I hear him reenter the room, she is in the kitchen with mom, and say "yeah, my mom is going to die."

While all of this is going on, Bob is in the hospital. They think he may have cancer.

The rest of the week is sad. Dad does not give any updates to me, so I hear everything from Laura. There isn't much to say.

October 19th, 2023: Dad sends a text at 1:34pm letting us know grandma has passed away. It is all very surprising and fast. Mom calls me. She says it's the best ending for her. She was a worrier and didn't have to feel scared about dying. She didn't have to deal with the pain or suffering of sickness. Her ending, while surprising, was very peaceful.

I still feel the emptiness that she filled. The sadness is different than when grandpa had died last August.

October 21st: Mom and Laura leave for Ohio. Dad calls asking if Joe can stay with Belle. He's been attacked by two pitbulls on the run and needs to get stitches. Tim continues to be a pain in the ass about when we will leave together for Ohio (has flag football and softball on Monday nights). He eventually comes to his senses.

October 22nd: I am in Chicago because Joe and I have fall ball playoffs. Our team has a chance at the championship. We win game one and go on to the 3pm game. This team has only one loss: to us the weekend prior. During the second or third inning a girl on our team has her first seizure in the dugout. Her parents were not there. She had mentioned a strong headache and then that she couldn't see. She started a groaning cry before collapsing in Bob and Joe's arms who were steadying her. A mom on the other team is a nurse and times everything. She is a great help. The player is taken away by ambulance with her younger sister. She makes a full recovery. The team goes on to win, not by one like last weekend, but by 7. We lose in the championship on the 24th, but it was a great team to be a part of.

October 23rd: Tim and I go to Ohio and it is sad. It is sad to see my grandpa who spent more than 65 years loving her and all of her quirks. They spent every day together and I'm sure she filled much of his quiet days brought on by old age.

October 24th: Everyone worried about grandpa during the wake. The casket is closed because Grandpa says that's what she wanted. Mousey, Danny, Dee Dee, Mark, Grandma, Eileen, Tom, and Anita come. The funeral is sad as Bruce's friend Frank chokes up during the funeral. Dad, Tim, Taylor, Bruce, Chris, and Mack are pallbearers. Dad, Mom, Bruce, and Grandpa sit in the front. Dad chokes up after setting down the casket about how light it is. He tried hard to keep it together, but little things get that man.

The weather is beautiful. Despite it being end of October, the weather is near 80 degrees. There is lots of sunshine. She wouldn't have to be cold.

The luncheon is at Bennetts. Tim, Laura, and I grab hamburger wagon for the non-Ohio guests to try. We spend the day at a bar later with Kaley, Chris, Madison, and the girls. It felt like good bonding.

Ohio is a sad place to be these days. A reminder that, eventually, we all must go. I am not good with loss and it is sad to see my grandpa get older and older- something we did not witness with my other grandpa given his distance. It is still nice to visit the cousins. I will be sad to update this again, eventually.

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Smokin' pt 9

Still Rebekah's POV

I accepted my fate. Colt stuck the now clammy bagel to my cheek as he found mine and Silver's hiding spot. We all laughed and discussed plans after the show tonight. I blushed a little as I remembered I had a date with Joe afterwards, but I did not want to tell them that. Last thing I needed was those two getting in my head or giving me brotherly advise. We went to pick up our ring gear from the sewing room. We all needed small alterations for the show. I wore the thighs out in my favorite pair of tights and they needed patched badly. The tailor's name is Sandy. An older lady with a very thick Boston accent. She was overly excited to see us come in so early.

"Alright loves, I got ya stuff ready ta-go." She held up my leggings. "I know ya may be shocked, but this was the only way to save em"

My leggings were now the equivalent of chaps. Except they did have the ass in tact which is the only reason I did not panic. I did not think I was capable of showing this much skin. Especially since my top was pretty revealing. I operate on the system of if the top is revealing, the bottom is conservative and visa versa. It would work for tonight though. Just a one time thing. I did not want her to think I was ungrateful for her work.

"Oh my goodness, y'all are about to see a lot of me tonight." I giggled and thanked her.

"Let it hang out while your still young and firm, love." She waved us out of her sewing room.

The boys had their trunks and singlets patched perfectly.

"So uh... I am going to need to see those before we go out tonight for our tag match." Colt said.

"I need to see those on to make sure we dont need to give a PG-13 rating to tonights show." Silver laughed and snatched them from me.

"Well, those do not look like your style at all." Joe walked around the corner chuckling.

Silver threw the pants to me and bolted, making pretend cry sounds. Colt stayed behind as Silver circled back around laughing.

"These were my favorite tights, but thunder and lightning ruined them finally. This is all that is left behind." I squished my thighs and smiled. "It will be okay, I can wear them tonight and buy new ones before we fly out."

"So Joe, I noticed you were not in your room this morning." Colt looked at Joe like a concerned Father would.

"And?" Joe did not look amused.

"And, I was hoping you would have atleast used the parting gift I left on the dresser." Colt was referring to the glow in the dark condoms.

"Well after I put you two kids to bed and cleaned up your mess, I went to sleep as well." Joe got close to Colt's ear so I could not hear. "And those would not be big enough for me. You want them back?"

"Oh you!" they fist bumped and dispersed from Joe and I. I was blushing.

“Can we talk..” Joe asked me. He looked guilty and nervous and it made me uneasy.

He pulled me to the empty hallway. We were away from everyone and the quiet was cut only by the buzz of the ac unit vent. His lips connected with mine. A soft moan left my mouth as his lips trailed down my neck. He softly bit my flesh and I choked back more wanton noises. Blushing red as the heat from core caused a pooling in my panties that I would be stuck in until tonight’s show. His mouth came back to my lips before breaking away.

“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” I blushed. Still pressed against the wall from his body.

“Actually I wanted to tell you that I had so much fun with you and that I’d like for you to go find a nice outfit to wear for our date after the show.” He started to walk off. Hands in his pocket, full of swagger. “Oh and check your pocket.”

I pulled a note out of my pocket. How the hell did he sneak this in there?? The note read ‘take this card to Marina’s across the street. Get whatever you want to wear. It’s on me. Dress, shoes, accessories. Whatever you want. Meet me at my room after you’re dressed. -Joe’

I blushed uncontrollably. That place was expensive as hell. I made good money, not as much as Joe, but he had over twice as many years doing this than I did so I expected he was well off, but this was too extravagant. I didn’t want him to think I was impressed by money. I really liked him. I ran down the hall and found him. I tried to look stern. His face showed confusion.

“I need to talk to you. In private.” He left his conversation with Mox. Mox waved at me and I waved back as he walked away.

“What’s up?” He smirked.

“I can’t accept this gift.” I blurted out.

“Why not?” He crossed his arms.

“I don’t want you think I’m impressed by your money. That place is way expensive. I like you for you. If I accept this, I’m worried you’ll think I need this kind of treatment all the time. I’m a simple girl.. I just.” He pulled me into a soft kiss. Not caring who watched.

“Please enjoy this, I won’t be so extravagant all the time, but it means a lot to me that you care so much. It’s sweet.” He kissed me again. “See you tonight.”

I felt like I was on cloud nine. No one seemed to have noticed the kiss. I looked at my phone and saw that I had enough time to shop and take a nap before the show. My match was the 2nd opener. Joe was only scheduled for commentary tonight so he should be out by 10pm. I was strategically planning my timeline for getting ready when Colt popped up beside me.

“Why do you look like Rain Man counting card right now?” Colt was eating a sour straw loudly.

“I have to go find something to wear for my date tonight. Wanna come?” I figured I could use a man’s opinion.

“On the date?” He joked

“No silly, help me find something to make me pretty!”

We left for Marina’s shortly after. After almost two hours of trying on clothes for him to shoot down he finally hyped me up. I was in a black cocktail dress with red heels. The dress was so tight I felt like I was wearing a corset. I did a 360 turn to show him the back and he whistled. The dress came to my mid thigh and the side slit ran to my hip.

“My only concern is the fact your undies are showing. You’ll have to get different ones.” He shrugged. I blushed at his comment.

“I can shop for that alone.” I giggled.

“Fine fine but if you need an opinion, I will help.” He went to the mens side of the store to look at shirts.

I found a purple thong that would rest on my upper hip and not be shown from the dress. I grabbed the matching bra and headed to check out.

More to come.