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This is the list of the fic I read and recommend in Week 10 2023:

 No pressure part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

We go crashing down (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abovethesmokestacks💙

I don’t want to go (Buddie) by @mumucow 💚💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter 5: She’ll fucking listen now! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙

Sitcom (Runaways) by @ta3hann1e 💚

The Institute (Wanda Maximoff X Reader, Jean Grey X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙

Tit for tat (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @tuiccim ❤️

Gendrya fic (Gendrya) by @fineosaur 💚

So pretty with a knife in your hand (Serial Killer!Steve Rogers X Accomplice!Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Escort to the multiverse chapter 6: Listen, don’t fucking talk (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙

Pool party (Alvey Kulina X OFC) by @crazytxgradstudent 💙

What you deserve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog ❤️💚

Ice cream (Clint Barton X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚

Feels like tonight (Dark!Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 🖤❤️

Pure (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @alostlovergirl 🖤❤️

Imagine your first-time having sex with your boyfriend (John Proudstar X Reader) by @marvellousimagines ❤️💚

Forgotten birthday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll 💚💙

Brock Rumlow fanfic (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @buckyseternal❤️

Steve Rogers fanfic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @emerald-evans❤️

Imagine seeing Karolina’s powers for the first time (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @anotherimaginescollection​ 💚

Safe haven (John Proudstar X OC) 💙

The pages in between (Victoria Helstrom X Reader) by @naturalxselection​ 💚

The wrong Stein (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @cactiem​ 💚

Steve Rogers as a boyfriend and as a husband (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll​ 💚

Costumes (Tatum Riley X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚

The unexpected Valentine (SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​❤️

Wine tears (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hypnoticsin​ 🖤❤️

Down with the ship (Steve Rogers X OFC) by @brooklyn-1918​ 💚💙

[talia-rumlow]

Friendly Fire (Alvey Kulina X Reader) Chapter Three - Here We Go Again!

Pairing: Alvey Kulina X Reader

Wordcount: 3054

Warnings: Strong language, heavy smut, fighting (MMA), mentions of family feud, drinking, blood

Summary: Nate fights, Reader and Alvey goes down old roads.

HAPPY READING!

It's a sunny day in Fresno, when it's time to weigh in. You, Alvey and Nate stand there and wait, when the opponent walks by. You look at him. He looks way bigger than Nate. You nudge Alvey.

- Seriously, Alvey? This guy?! He's probably 8 or 9 pounds over. This is not happening!

You say, and start to move towards the stage. Alvey stops you.

- Wait! Let's wait and see!

Alvey says, through gritted teeth, as Nate steps on the scale.

- Exactly at 154.3!

You hear someone say. Alvey pats your back.

- Good, you did good!

He says, you turn around to face him.

- I don't like this, Alvey.

You say, nervous, as Nate comes over to you. You pat him on the back, before you turn your attention to the other guy, as he steps on the scale.

- Weighing exactly 163.1!

You look at Alvey, narrowing your eyes.

- That's too much! Alvey, that's too much!

You say, as you start to approach the Promoter.

- He's fucking….

That's all you get to say, before Alvey steps in front of you.

- That's 9 pounds over! 9 fucking pounds!

Alvey yells to the Promoter.

- So he's a little over. No big deal!

The promoter answers. Alvey is about to jump him. Both you and Nate stop him.

- Hey, Alvey. Not good for business!

You say, as you try to take his arm, he shakes you off. But leave with you. You try to calm him down, but he keeps shaking you off.

When you reach your room, you sit down on your bed. Alvey and Nate do the same.

- You need to eat!

Alvey tells Nate. You look at them both.

- None of you are upset about this?

You ask, looking from Nate to Alvey, and then back at Nate again. Nate shrugs.

- I can take him..

He says. You look at Alvey.

- You're just going to fucking sit there? SAY SOMETHING, ALVEY!

You yell. Scared that Nate will get himself hurt. Alvey gets up, you do the same.

- Don't start a fight right now! Go get some air!

Alvey tells you. You don't answer. You just keep looking at him, angry.

- Go get some air, YN!

You sigh, then you turn around and leave Alvey and Nate alone to talk.

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You slammed the door shut. Probably not a good idea, but it's not easy to contain the feeling of enormous fear that you feel right now. And, after being in the fighting business for most of your life, this is usually how you deal with your emotions.

- Hey, YN!

You hear Alvey yell behind you. You don't answer, and you don't turn around.

- YN, wait!

Alvey continues to follow you down the hall. You still don't answer.

- YN! JUST FUCKING WAIT!

Alvey yells, as he grabs your arm, and pushes you against the wall. You look at him.

- There!

He says, letting go of you.

- Now, will you just listen to me?

He continues, taking a step away from you. You look at him.

- Listen to what, Alvey? How this is Nate's decision? How he's a grown man, capable of making decisions on his own?

You say. Waiting for an answer. Alveys jaw tenses.

- Something like that…

You continue to look at him

- Do you know why he fights, Alvey? Why Nate fights?

You ask.

- That's all he knows!

Alvey answers. His casual approach to this makes you furious.

- To get your attention, Alvey! To get your love, your approval! That's why Nate fights!

You say, still furious, but it feels good to finally let it out.

- I love Nate. He knows that. And I spend time with him!

Alvey says back, a bit more thought through now.

- Where, Alvey? At the gym? You spend time with Nate at the gym!

You say. Looking at him. Alvey opens his mouth,and then he closes it again.

- Do you even know him? Do you even know Nate?

You continue.

- He's my son. Of course I know him!

Alvey snaps back at you.

- Yeah? Tell me five things about Nate, that isn't about fighting!

You say, as you look him dead in the eye. Alvey looks at you for a bit, then he looks down.

- OK. Tell me three things!

You say. Alvey lifts his face, looks at you. Opening his mouth, before closing it again.

You open your mouth to say something.

- OK! I get it! I fucking get it, allright!

Alvey says, cutting you off. You nod your head a bit.

- Now go spend some time with him. He needs that!

You say, before you turn away from him again.

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BAM! You put your hands in front of your mouth, everything happens in slow motion. You can see that Alvey yells something to you, but you can't tell what. All you can hear is the BAM, when Nate hit the floor in the cage.

- YN!

Alveys voice finally reaches your ears, and you enter the cage with him, kneel down next to Nate. Pry open one of his eyes, and shine your little flashlight in it. You look at Alvey, he's saying something, but the yelling from the spectators, and your own screaming inside your head, makes it so that you can't hear what he's saying. This is what you feared the most. That Nate would get knocked out.

You can see the lights from the ambulance, but you still can't hear anything, and things around you are still in slow motion. Alvey keeps talking to you, but you only see his lips moving, you don't hear one single word.

Alvey points to the ambulance, saying something, you still can't figure out what, but you climb into the ambulanse, and sit down where the paramedic tells you to.

You try to slow your breathing down. To clear your head. You still can't make out what anyone's saying.

- How old is he?

The paramedic asks you. Finally you can hear again.

- Err.. Nathaniel (Nate) Kulina. 22 years!

You manage to say.

- Are you family?

Another question.

- No, no.. I'm his medic! His MMA medic!

How do you explain this? He wasn't at all fit to fight. You should've stopped this. Will they take away your license now?

- Weight?

You look at Nate. Weight? Why are they asking how much you weigh?

- How much does he weigh?

The paramedic asks again. Oh, they ment how much he weighs.

- 154.3!

You answer. Your eyes locked on Nate.

- Will he be OK?

You ask, your voice shaking.

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You stand in front of the door to your room for a while, before you knock.

- It's your room, why the fuck are you knocking?

You hear Alvey say from inside. Sounds like he's been drinking. You could need a drink as well. You hope he has some left.

You slowly open the door, then you just stand there, looking at him.

- Where is Nate?

He asks, chugging his drink. You take a step inside the room.

- They wanted to keep him in the hospital overnight, for observasjon. He has a concussion and a black eye. But he'll be fine.

You say, look down. Alvey pours himself another drink.

- Want one?

He asks, gesturing to another glass on the table.

- Yeah…

You say, walking over to him, and sit down. Alvey pours a drink to you as well. You take a small sip.

- Thanks, Alvey. I needed that.

You say, emptying your drink in one chug. Alvey does the same. Pouring you both another one.

- Listen Alvey… I'm sorry about before.. I didn't mean to.. I know you love Nate!

You look at him, then you take another sip of your drink, waiting for him to answer.

- Nah.. You're right! You're fucking right, YN. I'm not the best father.

He says, chugging his drink. You look at him. You can't help but to feel bad for him. You reach out to put your hand on his knee, but he gets up. Grabbing the now empty bottle on the table.

- This one is fucking empty. Join me downstairs!

He says, offering you a hand. You look at it.

- Alvey, can we just stay here? Check the minibar?

You ask. With the way you're feeling right now, and with how much he's been drinking. A crowded bar isn't the best place for him to be.

- He's downstairs, isn't he?

Alvey says, as he starts to walk towards the door. You quickly get in front of him. Trying to stop him.

- Al..Alv… Alvey, please.

You plead, putting your hands on his chest to stop him. He looks at you. But he doesn't answer.

- Don't!

You say. He doesn't move, but you can see that he's not going to do as you tell him.

- He's downstairs?

He asks again. His eyes on yours, demanding answers.

- Yes, but Alvey. Leave it alone!

You say. He walks past you, opens the door.

- The fuck, YN!

He says, as he walks with firm steps down the hall. You quickly follow.

- Alvey!

You try. No answer.

- Alvey, stop!

Still nothing.

- ALVEY!

You yell, as you see him enter the elevator.

- Alvey, you hold those doors!

You yell, and to your surprise he does. You enter the elevator, look at him as the doors close.

- Please, Alvey. Don't do anything stupid.

The doors open again, and Alvey starts his fast firm walk into the bar, and then straight over to the Promoter. Punch him in the face without even giving him a warning. You grab Alvey's arm to stop him. He yanks it back, and hits the Promoter again. Now your adrenaline takes over. You grab Alvey's jacket, yanking him back.

- Alvey! That's enough!

You yell, before you point a finger at the Promoter.

- Get the fuck out, if you know what's best for you!

The Promoter immediately runs out of the bar, not looking back. Alvey sits down, looks at you, breathing heavily. You point your finger at him.

- Don't go and pull any of that shit now! Fucking shit!

You yell, before you sit down opposite him. He looks at you for a while.

- Are you done fucking yelling?

He asks. You nod. You don't want to open your mouth. You just want to calm the fuck down.

- What more do you want to do?

He asks. You let your head fall down on the table.

- Now….

You say, sitting back up.

- I want to get shit faced drunk And then…

You point towards the toilets in the back with your thumb.

- You're going to fuck me back there…

You continue to look at him, to see how he reacts to your statement. Alvey raises his eyebrows, nods his head a little.

- Sounds like a plan!

He says, as he waves to the bartender, ordering a new bottle for you.

- Yeah…

You answer. Looking at him.

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You pour the last drops from the now empty bottle into your glass, shaking the bottle a bit to make sure it's actually empty. You place the bottle back on the table, and chug the last drops in your glass. Then you look at Alvey.

- Alvey?

You say. You're both drunk as fuck. And you want. No, you need to go to bed. Alvey looks up at you.

- I…. I'm gonna go and use the… err.. bathroom…

You say, before you get up, and stumble towards the bathrooms.

The bar is empty, just you and Alvey, and it's dark. The dim lights inside the bathroom aren't exactly helping. It's not that you actually needed to use the bathroom. But you and Alvey had a deal. And you could really use a good fuck right now.

You're not even halfway into the ladies room, when Alvey grabs your hair, and pushes you face first against the wall. Breathing heavily into the side of your neck, before whispering in your ear.

- Something like this?

He hisses, before he yanks your head back against his shoulder.

- Hard enough for you?

He asks again. You laugh.

- Fucking pussy!

You say. Letting out another laugh. Alvey yanks you around, pins your arms over your head, and takes a firm hold around your throat with the other hand, before he kisses you, aggressively.

- Are you fucking laughing at me now?

He almost spits the words in your face. You smile at him.

- As long as you're gonna treat me like I was made out of FUCKING glass! Yes!

You say, still smiling at him. He lets go of your arms, and slams his fist into the wall next to your face. You turn your head, to look at his fist, before you turn it back to look at him. He looks back at you.

- There it is! "King Kulina". You think I'm scared of you?

You say, condescending.

- You should be!

Alvey says, kissing you, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. You're still half laughing.

- Is this all you've got?

You ask, looking at him.

- KING!

You continue, delivering his nickname to him in the most condescending way you manage.

He takes a firmer hold around your throat. This will make it hard to speak. But not impossible.

- You have no idea, no fucking clue, what the King can do!

Alvey says, moving all the way up in your face.

You laugh again.

- Oh, but I do.. This is where the fun part starts.

You say, laughing a bit again. Just to piss him off some more. Before you get to think, Alvey lifts you up, your little skirt around your waist, and he pushes your underwear aside. Then he enters you, in one thrust, before he starts to pound you into the wall.

- Ahhhhh.. Fuck!

You moan. It's been a long time since you and Alvey last did this. And you remember how much you used to like it. The aggression he shows every time, how you're both merciless. Taking out all your aggression on each other. Amazing.

Alvey bites your neck, hard. You whimper and moan at the same time, before you move your hands up to his hair, grabbing it, yanking his head back, and look at him. You're both smiling, as Alvey continues to mercilessly bury himself inside you up against the wall.

- Again!

You moan to him, before you let go of his hair. Alvey leans into your neck again. Breathing, grunting and moaning into it, before he's placing yet another hard bite. Again you let out a half whimper, half moan, and grab his hair again, yanking his face away from your neck. His eyes locked on yours.

- Is that all you've got?

You ask again. Alvey grabs your throat again. You lean your head back against the wall. Laughing again.

- You've gone soft!

You state, slowly moving your eyes, to look at his reaction.

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You almost fall into the room. Wrestling around for a bit, before Alvey pins you in what you call a "death grip". He's not holding your neck all that hard, if you just relax. Thinking about a way out.

- Tap!

Alvey whispers in your ear. OK! So you're fighting him now. You'll fucking show him. None of you finished downstairs, and you're still a bit mad about that.

- Tap! Fucking Tap!

Alvey whispers again.

- Not a fucking chance in hell!

You say, then you focus all your strength to your lower back, before you do a rollover backwards, and he has to let go of his grip. You land on your knees on top of his face, and before you can get back up, he pins your legs down in a strong grip. Breathing heavily into your pussy. You try to move, but his grip is too firm.

- Now fucking tap!

Alvey hisses into your underwear. You laugh again, before you lean forward and start to unbuckle his pants. Alvey stops for a second, before he lets his tongue glide over your underwear. You answer his move by yanking down both his pants and his boxers, before you let your tongue glide over his already rock hard cock. It's throbbing.

Alvey pushes your underwear aside, and lets his tongue glide over you, and at the same time he teases your entrance with his finger. You grab him, and close your lips around him.

- Ahhhh..

He moans into your wet flesh.

- So fucking wet!

He murmurs, as you take down his whole length. Letting your tongue massage him, as you keep taking him down again and again. You can feel him closing in on climax. Then you let your lips leave his cock, with a little pop, before you lean down, biting his inner thigh.

Alvey reacts instantly, yanking both of you around, then pinning your arms over your head.

- Tell me you didn't just fucking bite me!

Alvey says, leaning down, biting your lower lip. You laugh at him again.

- You liked it, fucking pussy!

You spit back at him. Alvey lets out a growl, before he yanks you up, placing you stomach down on the bed. Then he enters you again, without any kind of warning. Grabbing the back of your neck, pinning you down, as he mercilessly fucks you so hard you're surprised the whole bed isn't breaking apart.

- Aaaahhhh. Fuck, Alvey!

You scream, clenching your walls around him, every time he thrusts into you.

- Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Alvey hisses back to you. Continuously plunging into you. His grip around the back of your neck tightens, his fingers digging into your neck. It hurts, but then again, that's how you like it.

- Ahhhh… Fuck, YN! Where do you want it?

Alvey grunts, as he ups his pace even more.

- Inside! Inside, Alvey! Fuck! Ahhhhhh! Right there!

You scream through the painful intensity that rushes over you, when your orgasm hits. Your legs shaking, your body completely taken over by the sweet pain of Alveys fingers digging into your neck, and the way his cock is massaging your walls, when he makes his last hard deep thrusts, before you feel his warm fluids unloading inside you.

He wastes no time, yanking you around, grabbing your throat, pinning your arms down with his legs.

- Now who's the fucking pussy?

He asks, as he tightens his grip around your throat. Again you smile at him, letting out another little laugh.

- You!

You spit back at him.

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[gyugyugaga]

to me kingdom just didn’t kill of the token gay of the show they killed off the hope of the show. jay was always the heart of family. the one who would go above and beyond for anyone in his family and the one who felt love so hard it legit almost killed him and put him over the edge so many times. but nate to me was hope of the family. the one who would be better and do better, be good. he was the light of that family and it’s so sad. so sad that alvey reacted as he always did, by not listening even after asking his boys multiple times to talk to him more, to open up, wanting to know more about nate and having him open up to him. asking them if anything is wrong. nate did as he asked and alvey still didn’t listen. he only really listened when it was too late, when nate was already walking away from him. when he realized he fucked up. you can’t blame nate for finally having the courage in the moment to say what he wanted to. yeah the timing wasn’t right for everyone, but it was right for him. it’s just so gut wrenching what happened. nate was the one getting his shit together, being good and doing better. he didn’t deserve what happened to him.

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Everything is a Fight with Me.

It is ass o’clock at night when you feel the mattress of your generous queen dip and your duvet lift up. Your nose fills with the smell of blood, smoke and sweat. Sweat filled with fertile pheromones. 

“You’re late Jayden.” You mumble. “Your dad let me in.” Comes the non-reply. You shake your head, but you accept him into your arms either way. His skin is cold, slightly damp. It must be raining a little. 

He is so eager with cuddling into you that you almost forgive his lateness. He nuzzles up to you and puts his arms around you. You run your fingers through his soot black hair. He sighs softly and then inhales you. The cold tip of his nose presses just under your ear. “Thank you Mommah.” He whispers. You let him breathe you in. You let him settle in. Scolding him right away would be a very bad act for a nurturing dom. Though you must show him back into his appropriate place.

Once his skin is the same temperature as his, you carefully grab yourself a fistful of his hair. Slowly you make him back up a little. Jay groans, pleasure dripping from the sound. “Kiss me, please.” He whispers. “Have you deserved that?” You ask. “No, but I want it.” Jay answers. You chuckle ever so softly. “You were late, Jayden.” You tell him. “I know.” Jay replies. There is guilt in his voice. “Where were you?” You lean closer to him, your breath ghosting over your lips. He whines softly. He wants it so bad. You know he does. You can smell it, you can almost taste it. “Where were you.” Your lips form the words against his and they move along. Jay surges forward to try and claim them. But you yank him back by his hair. Jay swears under his breath. “Answer me first.” You tell him.

“Yes Mommah.” Jay says. You loosen your grip on his hair.

“I had a fight with my old man. He’s being too hard on Nate.” He answers. You know he is telling the truth. You can hear the scorn in his voice. “Oh honey. Nate can stick for himself, you don’t have to pick fights with your dad for him.” You try. But you know it is futile. Because Nate will never open his mouth and Jay will always pick fights with Alvey. Jay noses back into you. He presses his nose under your ear. It is his comfort place. He inhales you and moans softly. “I need to be inside you Mommah. I need to forget what a shithole this is.” He mumbles. You massage his scalp. You are no longer upset with him. He had a valid reason to be late. He’s come to you for comfort, so that is what you will give him. Jay slowly relaxes against you. “I love you Jayden.” You whisper. “I love you too, Y/N.” Jay draws your body against his own. He inhales your scent once more. 

But of course, Jay can’t keep his hands to himself for long. They wander to your ass, groping greedily. You can’t help a soft moan. “Hmmm, that is a nice sound.” Jay purrs. He presses the tip of his nose against the underside of your ear. “I want you.” Jay whispers. “I always want you.” His fingers slip over the flesh of your ass and tease at your folds. “I know you do baby.” You murmur. You grasp his wrist and carefully move his hand. He is not allowed to go that far yet. You are in charge, you dictate the pace. Jay knows that by now “Go slow baby.” You say gently. Jay huffs a little. “I don’t wana go slow. I wana fuck you.” He pours. You rub gently at his scalp. “Now now, you will fuck me tonight, I promise. But we’ll take it slow.” You reply. “Yes Mommah.” Jay mumbles.

“Kiss me, baby.” You tell him. It is not quite an order. “Yes Mommah.” Jay whispers. He cups your cheek. Slowly he presses his lips against yours. Your heart flutters at how tender it is. You moan ever so softly. Jay holds you close against him while you share a string of slow tender kisses. You moan and so does he. Jay’s hand ghosts touches from your shoulder to the small of your back. He knows to stay away from your ass and core right now. He is a good boy. You invade his mouth with your tongue. Jay moans lewdly. You love the sound.You love every single moan that passes from Jay’s lips. Especially when you are the cause of it. And Jay always moans the best moans when you make him moan.

You push him onto his back gently and straddle his pelvis. He is rock hard beneath your folds. “I want you so badly. Mommah, I am throbbing for you.” He whispers huskily. He has a filthy mouth and you love it. You lean down to kiss him greedily. Jay groans into your mouth. Gods, he is so eager and it tastes so good. You lick into his mouth and press your breasts down against his chest. “Hmm fuck.” Jay moans. He rolls his pelvis up against yours. You grind gently back down on him. “I want you, I want you, I want you.” Jay chants, punctuating his words with grinding upwards. You moan with every grind, but you withdraw your body mostly from his. “Slow down, darling.” You whisper gently. “You will have me, in time.” You cooe. “But I want you now.” Jay whines. You shake your head. “You need to slow down, baby.” You whisper.

Jay grabs you by your hips. “Do want me to beg, I’ll beg.” He murmurs. “Yes, I do, but not yet.” You say sweetly. “I’ll beg, I’ll as much as you want, let me have you. I’ll cum twice. I promise.” Jay does his very best to sway your mind. But you as a firm dom and you stand your ground. “No Jay.” You tell him sharply. Jay pouts and sends your puppy eyes. “Baby no.” You muss, your voice softer. “Why not?” Jay asks. He knows you are weak for those eyes. “Because I will eat you whole.” You warn him. Of course that makes Jay up the anti. “Please Mommah, let me inside you.” He purrs in a lewd tone. 

You make a shushing sound and lean in to slowly kiss him. Jay moans against your lips. He is so keyed up that everything feels arousing to him. His noises arouse you in turn. You moan back ever so softly. “Oh fuck.” Jay whines.

You move your mouth from his lips to his jaw. Jay moans softly, though it can also be a whine at the loss of your kisses. You smirk against his skin and give him a nip. Jay tilts his head away to give you better access. “Good boy.” You whisper. You nip at his jaw and Jay moans. You kiss upwards and bite the lobe of his ear. “Fuck, oh yeah.” Jay grunts. You nose under his ear, inhaling the scent of him. “You smell so nice baby.” You purr. “Thank you mommah.” Jay whispers. He rolls his pelvis up at you again.

You slowly slide off of him. “Ma, why?” Jay whines. “Because you are too greedy, baby.” You murmur. You kiss from his jaw to his throat. Jay moans softly. You smirk against your skin. “You like that?” You cooe. “Fuck yeah I do. You know that Mommah.” Jay murmurs. You suck down on his adam’s apple. “Holy shit!” Jay moans, almost from the top of his lungs. He most certainly likes this. You leave a dark hickey. “Hmm, another mark for my collection.” He grunts. “You’ll wear it beautifully.” You purr, kissing down lower. “Yes I will.” Jay agrees. You nip at his nipples. Jay moans lustily. You smirk and flick your tongue at one hardened nub. “Oh fuck.” Jay moans. You know all of his weak spots by now. And tonight you plan to visit them all.

Your lips wander his torso, leaving no square inch untouched. Jay moans and squirms beneath you. It feels so good, but he is becoming impatient. He is greedy for more and not in the mindset to let you take it slow. But he also knows damn well that you are in charge. You trail your tongue around his abs. “More, please more.” Jay whines. “More or what, baby?” You whisper, dipping your tongue into his belly button. Jay groans softly. He’s throbbing, he is needy. “A-anything.” He stutters. You chuckle and trail kisses lower, to nip at his thigh. Jay swears under his breath. 

You kiss lower, past his thing, down his leg. Jay groans darkly. You are not giving him enough for his taste. “What do I have to do for you to touch my cock?” He whimpers. You chuckle ever so sweetly. “Be patient.” You answer.

Your kisses trail back upwards. Jay whines loudly. “You are so cruel Mommah.” He hisses. “The pay off will be good, I promise.” You say softly. Jay huffs and drapes his arm over his face. You bite at his thigh again. Jay swears softly, but seems to have resigned himself to his fate. “See, you can be a good boy.” You giggle, licking his inner thigh. Jay bites his lip in order not to moan. You nip at his skin. “Shit.” Jay hisses. You bite a little harder. Jay moans loudly. “Oh fuuuck.” Jay groans. His cock is twitching near your face.  You can no longer resist. You have to taste the precum that is glistening on his glans. Jay moans loudly when you take him into your mouth. His fingers twine into your hair. “Fuck yeah, oh thank you mommah.” He groans. You smirk around his cock, loving the noises he makes for you. "Oh yeah... oh fuck. Your mouth is so good." Jay groans. He thrusts shallowly upwards, but does not yet meet your gag reflex. You look up at him, telling him off with just a gaze. He knows he has to stay still unless he has expressed permission. Jay whines loudly. "I can't help it, your mouth is too good." He groans. You give his thigh a little spank. Jay moans wantonly. "More, fuck." He encourages you. He loves every little thing you are giving to him.

And you rapidly grow wet.

"I smell you, fuck lemme eat your pussy." Jay groans. "Oh, fuck yeah baby." You need him, badly, too. Jay moans, just from you giving him permission and then ventures down between your thighs. You open your legs wide for him. "Thank you Mommah." Jay moans. He attaches his mouth to your pussy and sucks with vigor. "Ooooh fuck, Jay." You moan, tangling your fingers into his hair. You tug and Jay groans. He forfeits the full length of your pussy for your clit. You squeal in pleasure.

Jay grinds against the sheets. He's moaning against your pussy, horny beyond belief. He fucking loves eating you out. You gently tug his hair. "Good boy. You are such a good boy for me." You praise him. Jay groans loudly and fucks you with his tongue. It feels absolutely heavenly. You rock up into his mouth, moaning loudly. Jay groans against your pussy and switched to sucking your clit. "Oooh good boy! Good boy!" You cry out. "Fuck yeah." Hay grunts, shoving two fingers into you. "Oh yes baby, make mama cum." You growl. "Yeah Mommah." Jay moans. He arches his fingers into your g-spot and sucks down on your clit.

That does the trick very nicely.

You cum all over his fingers, your inner walls contracting on the digits and lightning coursing down your spine. You cry out his name, your back arching and your thighs shuddering.

"Mommah, can I fuck you, please." Jay whines, giving your clit a few more kitten licks, before he crawls up your body to kiss your breath away. You moan into his mouth. "Yes Jay, fuck me." You cooe. "Gladly." Jay groans. He lines himself up, rubbing his glans against your core. He loves the feeling of you opening up for him. He doesn't push on yet, just relishing the way your core tries to engulf his glans. "You feel so fucking good." He moans. "Isn't my wet, warm pussy the best place for your cock to go." You cooe. "F-fuck yeah." Jay rasps.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me." You cooe.

"Y-yes, yes mommah." Jay moans. He obliges, shoving himself in till the hilt and then slowly retracting, before he sets a piston pace. You moan and rake your nails over his shoulders. Jay moans, too, slamming into you, over and over again. "So good mommah, so good." He moans. "Yes, you are so good for me." You agree. "Thank you Mommah." Jay moans lethcerously.

He ploughs you without holding back, moaning and whining.

"Oh fuck, Mommah, I'm gona cum." He groans. "Beg me for it." You tell him firmly. You reach down and cup his balls, squeezing gently to push off his impending climax. Jay whines loudly. "Please Mommah, please, please. I wana cum so bad. I wana fill up your tight wet pussy. I wana breed. Please please please, please let me breed. Please." He all but rambles. You chuckle giving his balls another careful squeeze. "Fuck me a little longer, I am enjoying your cock so much." You purr. "Y-yes Mommah." Jay gasps.

He continues to piston into you. But quickly enough, his thrusts begin to waver. "Please, please let me breed." He whines. "I ca- Oh fuck, I can't stop it anymore." His pelvis begins to stutter. "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm breeding your tight wet pussy." Jay moans loudly. You run your fingers through his hair. "Yes you are, my good good boy." You cooe.

Once his climax has subsided, Jay slowly pulls out. His cock is still half hard. "Thank you Mommah." He lisps. "You are so welcome, baby." You purr, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

[rip1009]

I posted 182 times in 2022

That's 22 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (7%)

169 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bia-melodramatic-fool

@leviathanhomecooking

@crownofhatred

@sparklingbinjuice

@badboyrumlow

I tagged 167 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#hydra husbands - 47 posts

#callan mulvey - 45 posts

#jack rollins - 44 posts

#frank grillo - 44 posts

#brock rumlow - 43 posts

#kingdom - 6 posts

#cobra husbands - 5 posts

#alvey kulina - 5 posts

#😍 - 4 posts

#interview - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#i don't see much of him getting railed withing an inch of his life but i will remedy that in writing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Callan Mulvey's interview focused on the training we went through for 300:Rise Of An Empire.

3 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#4

Frank Grillo - Playboy interview

3 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#3

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hellraiser (Movies 1987-2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce/Gideon Malick Characters: Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Alexander Pierce, Gideon Malick, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pinhead, Cenobites, Strike Team (Captain America movies), mention of Nick Fury, Jasper Sitwell Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Not Canon Compliant, Graphic Torture, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, fluff moments, we have cuddles, we have drama, we have 'not without you', we have Hellraiser crossover, Hellraiser is a tag and a warning, we will cry, we will cheer, God knows what else we will have, Fucking With Feelings, More tags will come Summary:

What would a box do in the grand scheme of things?

When Gideon Malick had a big plan, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. For Alexander Pierce it was one of the regular chess games between the two of them. Would a puzzle box be more powerful than a Tessaract? It remained to be seen. Until then, the puzzle box Gideon spoke of had to be retrieved and who better than the best team Alexander had? Enter the STRIKE team lead by Commander Rumlow.

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chapter 2 is now up and it’s a smutty one when the Hydra Husbands finally show up in all their wicked glory.

4 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#2

If anyone who is a Hydra Husbands fan wishes to collaborate for a HH and/or related HTP stories, inbox me ❤️

11 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Maxim Australia interview

20 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

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[ceydsmelayne]

Who is She.

Mother: (self-definition): Protector

Arizona. Michael's mom, brother and other family live there. We travelled for 3 days maybe 4. We had 2 cats with us, Gemini and Romeo; I forget how we acquired him. He was a sweet orange kitty and loved to roam the neighborhood. Somewhere between moving from Illinois, visiting Iowa for my birthday and moving to Arizona, we stopped for ice cream and I let him try it... then I couldn't get him to stop eating it. I remember watching a home video, we're at a park, sister and I out of the car and parents in the car. She aims the camera at me asking me what happened, and the look of disappointment on my face as I look down at my ice cream, which I barely had taken a lick of. We couldn't help but laugh.

Family of 4 packed with 2 cats, tailer in tow. I think it was a 96 ford escort. Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico. Arizona. We stopped in Texas to see some of Michael's old friends. This is when my love for a Great Dane started. They had 2, I think, probably such a big dog in a small house, it seemed like it was 2. He had his own couch and lived like a king. I remember he didn't like the video camera. She found that out. On the road again. One of the cats pooped in the car, I laughed and sister cried, it was on her blanket. We stopped in Albuquerque. So incredibly cool that we passed through as the Hot Air Balloon Fest was happening. I loved to see them in all sorts of shapes and characters and colors! Just wow. We stayed at a hotel once or twice. One of the nights we stayed at a hotel, a fight broke out between my parents. I couldn't sleep, the TV on, apparently Michael couldn't sleep either. He put on the porn channel and was playing with himself. He didn't know I was awake, I didn't know what to do, I was kind of frozen. If I moved, I feared he'd know I was awake, Id get in trouble. He started to play with her too. They fucked while we were in the same room. I mean.. that's weird right? I was 7, sister 5. If they were in the bathroom together or something, not that it would make it better, but at least we wouldn't be in the same room, 3 feet away. I think she realized I was awake. Michael punched the wall, they were screaming at each other, I don't remember words, just the energy. Violent. I felt like it was my fault. I remember looking at him like I was supposed to say I'm sorry. Sorry for what? Being a kid. existing? I don't think anything was ever mentioned of that again. Back on the road.

We moved in with Grandma J, Michael's mom, and Jeremy, her roommate. She was so excited to see him after so many years. Hearing her yell his name and run to him with open arms. That's a sweet core memory. I think he had been in Arkansas for a while, maybe he lived with his dad at some point and learned he wasn't what he thought? I have a feeling their relationship has always been a bit strained. My parents had the master bed with the bathroom. It was definitely a small house, there was a huge back yard though. I guess this is when my story gets more messy. She learns an awful lot about Michael and his vices. Their drinking didn't get better and it seem that meth was still making a monster of them. I remember her tweaking out that a cop lived across the street. She peeked through the blinds often, thinking someone is watching the house. Was Grandma J in on their addiction too? Jeremy?

The neighborhood kids were cool! Alvey and his brothers Sampson and Zane, Lacey and her brother Andrew, Chelsea and her brother Jake, LeTizia and her brother Emelio, Natalie was an only child brat, there were some girls who lived on the end of the street, I forget their name. I got caught stealing my parents lighters to pretend to smoke weed under her back porch; rolled up leaves in a play-doh pipe, man did that shit burn! Daniel, and his brothers. I was in love with Daniel, I suppose he was my first kiss! Mike and Marc McCoy, twins, all the girls swooned. We were the cool kids. We built ramps out of cinder blocks and ply wood for our bikes. Had to see how many of us we could jump over, before the back tire hit someone. Many major bifs when the board snapped. How high of a jump could we make? 3,4 blocks high? 5? Letizia told the story of El Chupacabra, had me scared for months. We definitely tried. Chelsea "married" Emileo, he was 5 and she was 12, young love! We had balloons, food, cake, and gifts to celebrate the new couple. I have a photo album of that! Gem! Sister and Zane were on and off. When Daniel moved, I was in love with Alvey, but crushing hard on his older brother Sampson. So many cool forts were built! Tarps, 2X4's, nails and cinder blocks. Why there was a pleather of cinderblocks, I do not know.

Uncle Richard got a new 4 wheeler and had to bring it over to play. That's the cool thing about Arizona, trails everywhere. Empty lots had dirt bike jumps, don't wreck, you'll fall into the cactus. Michael took me for a long ride, I sat in front of him so I could drive once we got on the trail. It was so cool! Wide open on the throttle, doing donuts. I loved it! When we got home, though, she was freaking out. They had a HUGE fight, I remember. I had gone to the bathroom, and she rushed in and asked me what was in my urine. How was I supposed to know what was going on. I responded confused, "I don't know.. bubbles?'. On the ride, Michael had taken over the throttle on the 4 wheeler, I remember his hand being wet. She thought he touched me or raped me or something, she was pissed. I don't remember what gave her that impression that had happened. I never was able to understand the why or what was so sexual about the drive. I still don't. This was the first incident of many.

[the-invisible-queer]

I have two different Kingdom AUs

One where Lisa doesn't lose the baby and raises him with Jay and Nate and tells Alvey that if he wants to be part of the baby's life he needs to get his shit together - he does not but he's never missed a child support payment

And the other where Alvey dies so Jay, Nate and Lisa have to figure out what to do with the gym

In both AUs Nate quits fighting and becomes a painter - getting his knack for art from Christina

Also in both AUs Nate has a new loving and supportive boyfriend

Fuck Will. Me and my homies hate Will

Also also in both AUs they move to New York because I think Lisa and Nate would thrive - Jay not so much but it'd be funny to watch him struggle with an East Coast winter

Ryan doesn't exist in either AU because he's so fucking annoying and I'd gladly kill him off honestly

Christina makes cameos but she keeps her distance per usual

[pandalandalopalis]

I only trust two of the men on Kingdom and one of them by first glance is the most emotionally volatile person on the show so if that doesn't tell you the quality of men on this show I don't know what will

[stars---thunderbird]

I can’t stop laughing.

And he can’t stop saying ‘fuck’.

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 1 Reblog Masterlist 2023

Welcome to Week 1 2023 or Week 157, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 1 2023:

 My brother’s best friend chapter 9: Get your fucking hands off (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤 ❤️💚💙

Say hello to your many goodbyes part I: Saying goodbye (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @ilikechocolatemilkh 💙

Guard (Phil Coulson X Inhuman!S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent!Reader) by @strawwritesfic 💚

Love on the brain part 9: With friends like these (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

Show me what’s behind your back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justkending 💚

A love like ours (Stucky X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow 💚💙

A.K.A. She saved me (Jessica Jones X Reader) by @margowritesthings💙

Say hello to your many goodbyes part II: Distractions (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @ilikechocolatemilkh 💙

Daimon Helstrom (Daimon Helstrom X Reader) by @chaoticcollectivenightmare 💚

Trench (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚

Not with you part I (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @larrydaleydaily 💚💙

You and I (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @redhoodssweetheart 💚

Good or bad; they’re all nightmare now (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @ilikechocolatemilkh 💚💙

Peas in a pod (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson) by @hollybee8917 🧡

His favorite maid (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @helenaeisenhower💚

Imagine Matt bringing you to Midnight Mass (Matt Murdock X Reader) by @moonlit-imagines 💚

Once upon a midnight dreary (Bucky Barnes X Reader, implied Steve Rogers X Reader) by @natromanxv❤️

Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚

Obsessive (Vampire X human ) by @unavailable-user27 💛 💚💙

Forged (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @labella420 🖤 ❤️

A gift most unexpected (Strucky X Reader) by @straywords ❤️💚

Manners- or lack of them (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog❤️

First impressions (Alvey Kulina X Reader) by @crazytxgradstudent 💚💙

Sugar/Spice (HYDRA Husbands) by @leviathanhomecooking💚

[talia-rumlow]

Friendly Fire (Alvey Kulina X Reader) Chapter One - Back Again!

I´m sorry. I just couldn´t help myself. I had to share this story. I absolutely LOVE the Kingdom TV show. So naturally I had to write a story about it. Now, I´m not the biggest Lisa fan, so she won´t be featured in this story, other than some mentionings.

Pairing: Alvey Kulina X Reader

Wordcount: 2274

Warnings: Strong language, Mentions of drugs, mention of suicide, fighting

Summary: You´re back in Navy St. After years away from the fighting business. How will Alvey react to you being back in the game?

HAPPY READING!

The sound of gunfire, not a surprise, given that you are at a shooting range. The sound of gunfire is kinda in the description. Fuck! What are you actually doing here? Why the FUCK did you decide to show your face to Alvey? To cushion the blow? Like that would fucking help. Alvey would be PISSED either way. But you didn't have the luxury of turning down jobs.

- Is it weird that I want to fuck this gun?

Alvey fucking Kulina, being himself. Fuck, Cunt and Motherfucker. His three favorite words. You remember that.

- Nah… You won't fit…

You say, when you walk up behind him.

- Up your ass maybe, but I kinda have a feeling that's not what you meant!

You continue. You know you should probably just say "Hi, Alvey!", but his statement about the gun was just too good to let slide.

Alvey turns around, still holding the gun. He looks at you for a split second.

- The fuck are you doing here?

He asks, his voice angry, condescending.

- Just saying "hi".

You say, shrugging. You should tell him about what's going to happen over the next couple of days. But you can't seem to find the right words.

- You came all the way out here, just to say fucking "hi"?

Alvey says, still in a condescending tone. It actually makes you a bit mad. Maybe you should just keep him in the dark.

- Oh, go fuck yourself, Alvey!

You say, before turning around and walking away. Stupid fucker. He fucking deserves the blow he's about to get.

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ALVEY'S POV:

Fucking cunt! He thinks for himself, as he enters the Navy Street gym. Fucking cunt! What the FUCK is she doing here in Venice? Vacation? Why the fuck did she come here for? To see him?

- Alvey! You have a meeting at 4, and Ryan still has 2 pounds to go!

Shelby states, as Alvey makes his way over to his office. Fast firm footsteps. Stupid, fucking cunt. Ruining fucking everything. He raises his arm, to tell Shelby that this is not the time, before he enters his office, and closes the door behind him.

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YOUR POV:

- YN!

You hear Jay shouting the second you enter the gym.

- The fierce medic is back, to join the Navy Street team once again. Come here!

Jay shouts, wrapping you in a hug.

- Good to see you again, Jay!

You say, looking around.

- Did you tell Alvey that I was coming?

You ask. It's not that you're scared of Alvey in any way. But it would make it easier if he got a heads up about your arrival.

- Now where's the fun in that?

Jay states. Letting his hand pat your back.

- Where's Nate? I want to say hello to him as well.

You say, looking at Jay. Jay's pointing towards the cage. Alvey is standing on the outside of it, shouting to Nate.

- GET YOUR SHOULDER DOWN. NO! FUCK, NATE. ROTATE!

Alvey yells. It would be a miracle to you if Nate even gets what he's yelling. You slowly make your way over to the cage. When you're almost there, Nate takes a hit, and goes down.

- WHAT THE FUCK?? SPARRING! SPARRING, WHEELER! FUCK! WE DON'T HAVE A FUCKING MEDIC HERE!

Alvey yells to the other person in the cage.

- Alvey! We actually have a medic. Err.. This is YN YLN. She's our new medic.

Shelby says, as Nate sits down outside the cage, and you kneel down in front of him. He got a pretty nasty cut over his right eye.

- The fuck, she's not!

Alvey says, when he sees you.

- Alvey! It's not easy to get anyone. After what Ryan did with the drug test, and how you pushed it under the rug. Good help is hard to find. And you NEED someone who can stitch up the fighters, and make sure they're fit to fight. She is one of the best there are. She's been in the business almost as long as you.

Shelby argues, as you move Nate over to some benches so you can get a better look at his cut.

- She's not fucking stichin' up no fighters!

Alvey almost yells at Shelby. Before he turns to you. Pointing his finger at you.

- You're not stitchin' up no fucking fighters!

He continues, before he again slams the door to his office.

You look up at Nate. Give him a little smile.

- Still the same old Alvey!

You state, as you clean his cut, before you get your supplies up from the first aid kit. Just as you are about to start stitching Nate up, Alvey comes back. Walks all the way over to you, standing over you, looking down. Is he trying to threaten you?

- You're not fucking stitchin' nobody up. I didn't fucking hire you, so get fucking lost!

Alvey yells. You take a breath before you get to your feet. Alvey isn't moving an inch. You're standing dangerously close to each other.

- Listen jerkoff!

You say, your voice is a bit louder than you intended it to. But fuck it!

- Nate here has a pretty nasty cut over his eye. So unless you want it to get infected, I suggest you let me do my job!

You say, kneeling back down, and starting to close the wound.

- Fucking cunt!

Alvey mutters to himself, before he once again walks into his office. He's not thrilled that you're here, that's for sure. But, that's a problem you can deal with later.

- Hey, YN! What actually happened with you and Alvey?

Nate asks, as you get your supplies back in the first aid kit.

- I just couldn't be part of the fucked up shit anymore. So I quit! We didn't exactly part on good terms.

You answer, shrugging a bit.

- And now you're back. So what's the deal?

Nate continues. Not moving. It's obvious that he wants some answers.

- You know what happened, Nate!

You say, shaking your head a bit.

- I know that he beat the living shit out of your ex. And that's about it.

Nate says, his eyes demanding an answer.

- Why do you want to know so bad, Nate? It's been years…

You ask. Nate gets up.

- Because you were the only one who cared about me, you were the only one who listened to me. And then you just left, overnight. No words, no explanations. You just left! So forgive me, if I want some answers!

Nate almost yells to you, before he walks away. You notice Jay, and that guy Wheeler, looking at you. You gesture with your arms, that you're already fed up. Then you follow Nate.

- Hey, Nate!

You yell. Following him into the locker room. Two other guys just got out of the shower when you come in.

- Hey, what the fuck, lady! This is the fucking boys locker room!

They yell at you. You look down on their bodies, before you look up at them. Laughing a bit.

- Don't worry guys. You've got nothing I wanna look at.

You say, before you continue to follow Nate!

- NATE!

You say, a bit higher. Still no answer.

- NATHANIEL!

You yell, slamming your fist into one of the lockers.

- Back here!

He finally answers. You walk over to the sauna, where Nate sits, his face in his hands. You sit down next to him. Put your hand on his shoulder.

- What do you want to know?

You say, trying to be calm. To calm him down.

- I wanna know why you left, YN. And why didn't you tell us!

Nate says, looking at you. You're unsure if it's anger or sadness you see in his eyes.

- Because of Alvey!

You answer. Tilting your head a bit.

- What happened? Didn't he save you from that fucked up ex you had?

Nate asks, his voice a bit harder now.

- He did!

You say, turning your head away from Nate, and look at the wall.

- And then he decided to get absolutely shit-faced, and wrecked my car. Ended up at the Police station, and left me to clean the mess up. I had enough. So I left. Didn't look back.

You say. It's about time Nate got to know this. And he's right. You should've told him. A simple text message at least.

- Listen, Nate!

You say, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

- I'm sorry. I…. I just… I needed to get out, allright. I couldn't do it anymore. All the fucked up shit he pulled. Looks like he's doing better now, though…

You say. Unsure if you actually believe that, but it might make it easier to talk to Nate.

- Why did you come back?

Nate asks. You look at the wall again. Why did you come back?

- Lisa called me! Said you needed a medic. Told me about what happened to you. Told me about her and Alvey breaking up. And I don't have the luxury of turning down jobs. Former Navy Street employees, from back then, aren't exactly first in line, for the big paying jobs..

You say, shrugging again.

- Lisa called you?

Nate asks. Narrowing his eyes.

- Yes! She called me. And I decided to help you guys. So, now I'm back.

You say. Hoping to calm him down some more.

- How long will you be staying this time?

Nate asks, angry. You can't blame him. You did leave in a hurry, and he has no good reason to trust that you'll stay this time.

- Ok.. I guess I deserve that one… I'll stay for as long as you need me…

You say, nod your head.

- Or, for as long as Alvey lets me.

You continue, shrugging.

- I'm going to trust you on this. But don't go pull any of that shit on me again!

Nate says, getting up. You get up as well.

- So… We're good?

You ask. Patting his back.

- Yeah.. We're good!

Nate says, before giving you a hug.

When you walk back out into the gym again, you hear angry voices.

- And now you're fucking medic is snooping around in our fucking locker room.

One of the guys from the locker room earlier is yelling at Alvey.

- Oh, shut the fuck up, tiny dick! If you had anything worth looking at, you would've swung it around out here, like the real men does!

You yell back, getting their attention.

- YN! My office! NOW!

Alvey yells at you. You look at Nate, roll your eyes, before you follow Alvey into his office.

- The fuck are you doing here, YN?

Alvey asks, as he sits down on his couch. You just look at him.

- The fuck are you doing here, YN?

He repeats. Gesturing with his hands that he wants an answer.

- I'm helping out, Alvey! I just stitched Nate back up! What more do you fucking want?

You yell back.

- I want to know what the FUCK you're doing here?

He says again. You roll your eyes at him.

- Lisa called, said you needed someone like me. Said that Navy Street was in some deep shit, and that you needed a friendly face.

You say, staring at him.

- I can handle my own fucking shit, allright! I don't need you!

Alvey says, pointing a finger at you.

- Ahh.. So Ryan didn't cheat on his positive drug test, you didn't push it under the rug? Nate didn't get knocked out and is unfit for fighting? Jay doesn't have a drug problem? Your ex wife didn't suddenly walk in here, stirring things up? You didn't visit a fucking brothel with your so called rich friend, and got pulled over by the Police, and that same friend didn't use your gun to kill himself? I mean, Alvey, do you want me to go on?

You say, looking at him, waiting for a reaction. Alvey clears his throat.

- So, what the fuck happened, YN!

He asks, placing his arm on the back of the couch.

- What happened, Alvey?

You ask, this whole situation pisses you off. Alvey looks at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

- I stitched you and your guys up after a few fights, and you fucked me in return. You fucking know this, Alvey!

You say, getting up. Alvey gets up as well. Points his finger at you again.

- Don't ever fucking mention my dick and your pussy in the same sentence. Don't even fucking mention your titties and my dick in the same sentence. Fucking cunt!

Alvey says, walking towards you. You just stare at him, not moving an inch.

- If I'm going to let you stay. If I'm going to let you do this. You keep your fucking hands to yourself. Don't go and fucking make a move on me!

Alvey says, his finger now all up in your face. You push him away from you, and go to open the door. Halfway out in the gym, you turn towards him.

- Don't fucking flatter yourself, Alvey!

You say, continuing to walk.

- And I have about a million reasons to mention your fucking dick!

You yell, as you walk past Ryan and Jay. Jay tries to stop you. You push him away.

- Don't fucking touch me, Jay! Get your fucking shit together, Alvey. Or I'm fucking out of here!

You yell, as you enter the reception area, and sit down on a chair.

- What the fuck are you looking at?

You hear Alvey yell out in the gym, before you can hear the door to his office close. You take a deep breath, and drag your hands through your hair. This whole thing turned out to be more difficult than you imagined.

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[wickednerdery]

I need to know about Alvey Kulina 👀😆 We all know he’s a filthy animal. It’s common knowledge, so I’ll leave that be. So, I wanna know what’s the sweetest thing he’s ever done for his girl? Something so sweet he might be embarrassed if the public found out...

Filthy animal? What the fuck? Ha, just kiddin’, I’m gonna take it as a compliment. Sweetest? …Fuck…I’m gonna regret this shit, I just know it…

I had a crush on this girl back in junior high. Blond hair, pretty blue eyes, the whole cheerleader-in-the-making look, you get the picture. Anyway I started slipping notes in her locker, secret admirer type shit, before requesting songs to radio stations for her. (Those gooey fucking ones I’d rather take a shot to the face before listening to.) Anyway, after about two weeks of this I heard her talking about it with friends. Thought I’d hear how she loved it, that it’d be my “in” to proclaim my love…turns out she thought it was really fuckin’ creepy and her parents were about to call the station to request they stop taking the requests, haha.

Never got her to date me in junior high, but I convinced her in high school by setting her lawn in fire with the words “I Love You”. Her dad was pissed and suddenly she was more in love with me than anyone else on Earth. Go fucking figure.

(OOC: OMG SOMEONE SENT ME ONE FOR A FRANK GRILLO CHARACTER, AWESOME!! Haha, seriously, a great surprise there…a beautiful blast from my writing past! 😁)

[wintersthighs]

Frank Grillo as Alvey Kulina in Kingdom S02E04

[jonasbro]

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Nate comes out as gay to his father (Kingdom) (FULL)

[kulinaboys]

me: *thinking about how alvey seems to favor nate because he spends a lot of time training him personally and spends money and effort on getting press out to the gym multiple times for him even before he started being a well-known fighter and that leaves jay out in the cold even though yes he fucked up quite a few times but maybe if alvey had held his hand over jay the same way he did nate then maybe he wouldn't have been such a mess and desperate to prove everyone fucking wrong about him all the damn time* me: OK THEN. thanks brain.

[aryawinter]

Fuck Kingdom

Fuck the writers for giving us absolutely no closure. Fuck them for killing off Nate who just happened to be The Gay Character and especially fuck them for not even involving his boyfriend in his funeral. Fuck AT&T for not promoting this show and making it impossible to watch if you don't have their service. Fuck everything.