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[pussyhoundspock]

The thing about future fic smallville lex being evil is that it's very Brad mythic quest. Like he wants you to think he's much eviler than he actually is and deep down there is that heart that maybe doesn't want to be full time evil and actually cares about people though of course the high stakes corporate espionage IS for the love the game those people are morons. And also he comes from a much eviler family.

[lostrealities0]

Finding Home part 6

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Leo woke up to Raph's voice. "LEO!"

"Huh?" He groggily sat up. It was 7 am. What did he do?

He already apologized for replacing Donnie's toothpaste with frosting.

Yesterday, all he did was hangout in the lair. Oh and go to Run of the Mill because-

Oh.

Oh shit.

Leo nearly fell out of bed, rushing out of his room. He must have slept through the alarm. Again. He really needed to talk to Donnie about upgrading his alarm clock.

Stepping out of the curtains, Leo was immediately slammed into Raph's plastron. "Ow...my nose..."

"Oh, sorry bud." Whatever Raph was feeling before dissipated, replaced by concern.

"M'fine," Leo's voice slurred, still waking up.

Sure he was okay, Raph scowled. "Mind tellin' me why there's a human in the living room?"

"Human?" Leo's head snapped up. He pushed past Raph. "Not human. Mutant."

"They looked pretty human to me and Mikey." Leo groaned. Did Donnie and Splinter know too? "Either way, doesn't explain why they're here and why you didn't tell us."

Ah. Raph's upset because Leo didn't "consult with the team."

The two stopped at the edge of the living room. Mikey was sitting on the ground near the couch, sketchbook in hand and color pencils and markers strewn across the floor. He smiled at them with a quick wave.

Leo waved back. "How did you know it was me?" He lowered his voice. Oz must still be asleep if Mikey wasn't trying to immediately become friends with them.

Raph gave him a look.

"...Okay, fair."

They stood in silence. Leo watched his little brother work, more than aware that Raph was staring at him. "You're aware humans don't typically look like solid ink right?"

"So you're plannin' on keeping us in the dark?" Leo winced. Raph...his voice was disappointed but not surprised. Like he expected this from Leo.

The observation struck Leo hard, and his facade fell. Words died in his throat. Leo looked down, frowning. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Why was this difficult? All he had to do was explain last night. Leo had no doubt that his brothers would help Oz.

It felt like a confession. The conversation became more than the situation with Oz. Leo couldn't do that right now.

His brother softened. "What's his name?"

"I don't know. I've been calling him Oz in my head." Gratitude and love washed over Leo, recognizing Raph was giving him little steps to take instead of climbing the wall.

The red turtle nodded. "Where did he come from?"

"Señor Hueso found them. He thinks they were recently mutated."

Mikey's head popped up. "Mutated?"

"Yeah...wait, were you being serious about Oz looking human?"

Raph huffed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Leo walked around the couch. Instead of the inky black mutant he saw last night, there was indeed a human. Their skin was tan, and his hair was short and curly.

"Oh."

[villainous-thorn]

Oh, love | Part #1

Delivering that which was promised.

cw: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT || Minors DNI

Like I said this was written in like August or so, therefore it’s not my best work but I hope it’s enjoyable. And if you’re good I can give you part 2, which is infinitely spicier.

additional : dirty talk, mlm, kinda forced voyeurism, like really really filthy talk - I don’t fuck around (its a pun, get it?)

“Do you want to watch?” His pink tongue licked supple lips as a devious grin split across his face.

Villain had bound his enemy for the second time ever, and it was getting to him more than the first time, seeing Hero so… helpless, vulnerable. Not to mention Hero was ridiculously attractive, not even arguably. It was a statement of fact, and the criminal couldn’t cage his desires this time.

A chill ran down the hero’s spine as his enemy asked the perverse question. All he could do was look away, a furious blush plastered onto his face, heat creeping it’s way up his back to the nape of his neck and engulfing his face. He could say no, he SHOULD say no, he should tell Villain to stop. But, fuck, he wanted this too. Had for a long time, and how dare he say no when his beautiful enemy was there with a noticeable tent in his slacks, begging to be let out.

Hero felt all his hair stand on edge as the villain spoke again, slow and gruff; “Doesn’t matter, I want you to watch.” Villain tilted the hero’s cold chin with a warm finger to look him in the eye. That dashing smile didn’t fade, and Hero audibly swallowed a lump that was sitting in his throat.

This is not how their normal banter went, Hero could have drummed up a comeback in a literal second at any other time. With the filthy ideas swimming in his head there were no words to be found, only sounds and compromising positions of them both.

“So shy?” Villain teased, gripping his captive’s neck and pushing him into the closest wall, cold and concrete. The only thing grounding Hero to this moment instead of their soul ascending. Even if Hero could go anywhere he was sure he wouldn’t want to.

Hero cleared his throat, trying desperately to not sound like a teenager with their voice cracks, “What do you want me to do?” It came out breathier than he’d expected.

“Talk dirty to me, dollface?” Villain smiled, it was hardly a request, more like a command. Of course getting him off had to do with talking, he never did shut up, and Hero found himself wondering just how vocal Villain would be during this endeavor. The criminal looked as if he didn’t fully expect the restrained enemy to follow through.

Nonetheless Hero opened his mouth, “You should just take a picture of me like this and hang it on your bedroom ceiling so you can get off to me whenever you’d like. I’d sit nice and pretty for you, baby.”

“Starting off with a classic huh? ‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer’?’ Is that all ya got?” Villain chuckled, obviously taunting his enemy to go further.

Hero flipped his bottom lip out in a fake pout, “What, you don’t like what you see? Maybe if I bent over for you and spread my legs niiiiice and wide…” He drew out. Gods, what was he even saying, what was he even doing? He had no idea what was happening and yet he knew exactly.

Villain let out a breathy sigh, “Fuck, I can’t control myself around you, and you’re pushing your luck with this teasing.” His hand drifted down, rubbing himself through the fabric of his pants, forcing a quiet moan out. Immediately going to bite his lip to stifle any other sounds that threatened to slip.

Hero’s breath quickened as he watched, he knew he wasn’t supposed to stop yet though, “What, can’t handle not having your hands down your pants?” Voice trying to sound as teasing as possible.

The criminal grinned wide, showing their pearly teeth off, “Let me show you how well I can handle myself, huh?” He reached a hand inside his slacks, stroking himself slowly. His breathing hitched, filling the air around him with soft whimpers and whines.

"How often do you think about me when you touch yourself?" The hero asked breathlessly, swallowing another lump stuck in his throat.

"Far too often for this to not have happened sooner." Villain growled, picking up speed.

"Do you imagine me fucking you? Or is it you fucking me?" The hero asked, genuine interest taking his tone.

The villain whimpered and the sound did unspeakable things to his enemy’s imagination.

"Ah, both. And the thought of your hot wet throat taking my dick. God, just imagining the sounds you would make, drives me wild." The last part of the sentence shifting into something of a snarl, as though he resented Hero.

Hero continued, "Do you imagine your jizz on my face? Matting my hair? Staining my clothes? Leaking down the sides of my mouth?" Mouth so dry that his voice had become nothing but gravel.

"Mmm~" Villain’s body shuddered at the images being implanted in his head, "I wanna make you taste me." His fist increased it’s pace.

Hero almost felt powerful even while restrained like this. It was powerful to be desired, to be imagined, to be causing this much pleasure to their nemesis with only their voice. Now was the time to get a little more aggressive. "I wonder what you taste like, Villain… I bet you taste like goddamn candy. How hard do you come when you think about fucking me? Huh, baby?” The hero sounded stern, even harsh, demanding the question to be answered.

Villain’s face was beautifully twisted with desire as he began, “Hero-”

With his name, Hero took the reins, “Do you scream my name? Do you beg and plead for me? Do you ask to cum inside me?”

The villain moaned high as he removed his hands from his trousers and unzipped, letting his dick spring out into his hand where he continued to stroke himself, now in full view of his nemesis who gawked unabashedly. Hero couldn’t breathe, the air was stolen from his lungs and he couldn’t even complain. Looking over his enemy with nothing but deep, dark lust in his eyes.

Villain noticed the gaze and immediately gained back confidence, or more specifically arrogance. He smiled slightly, “Impressed? Didn’t think someone this sexy could also have a big dick? I’m the full package, honey. Y’know, I wonder what it would look like shoved in your mouth. You’ll have to beg for that, though. And you will beg.”

The criminal spit on his hand to create more lubricant other than the precome that dripped from his cockhead. The situation in the hero’s jeans tightened, he looked away from the villain who in turn stepped closer. “Ooooh, love.” The villain whined, his face so close to his nemesis’, his fiery breath hot on his enemy’s skin. Hero whined as he stood frozen, his face was enflamed with pure lust.

Villain arched his back as his hand picked up it’s pace, he was almost leaning on his enemy now, his eyes closed tight. The heat from their bodies tangled together in the air, sucking the oxygen from both parties. Hero couldn’t look away as the villain stroked himself in front of him, his own breath beginning to pick up.

Want filled Hero to the brim. He craved to be free, to be able to kiss him, to touch him, to make him scream his name, make him cum.

Hero’s eyes wandered down, watching intently as the villain fucked into his fist, and dammit, Hero was nearly drooling.

Villain slowed down slightly and opened his eyes to see the hero’s desperate face as he watched his ministrations. The criminal smugly grinned through his pleasure as he realized just how terribly his foe wanted him. The ego boost was more than enough to spur him into a spiral of desire.

Villain took his free hand and cupped Hero’s jaw, forcing his head up, their eyes meeting. “Eyes ah- up here, love.” The villain teased in a low growl as his hand slid around the hero’s throat threatening to cut off the airway, their lips mere inches from one another.

“Please. Want- you-” Hero murmured. He moaned as he felt the grip around his neck tighten, choking his words short. He wanted to break free of his confines more than anything in the world. His soul would be sold, humanity forgotten, any worldly possessions tossed aside just to get his hands on the villain in front of him.

Villain ran his thumb over the head of his cock, forcing a moan from deep within him, picking up his pace. His hand repeated the motions, driving him closer, the look in his hero’s eyes was one of pure desire, it only made him want to go faster.

“He- Hero.” He stammered out in a moan, voice dripping with salacity.

Just as the hero was about to try and speak again his nemesis tightened the grip on his throat, forcing his head into a higher position, having to look slightly down on the beautifully undone villain.

His enemy choking him in time with the strokes, Hero rolled his eyes back into his skull, enjoying the sensations and rolling his hips to get any sort of friction. Villain pressed his chest against the captive, his breath hot on the neck of his nemesis who choked on a whine in response.

The villain loosened his stranglehold on the other man just enough to kiss him, his hand furiously sliding up and down his cock, hips canting. Their kiss electrified the air around them, the villain keened into his enemy’s mouth as his hips began to stutter.

His eyes rolled back as he deepened the kiss with a fierce passion, nearly screaming into Hero’s mouth as he came, his thick cum landing on both of them, his hand holding tighter around the neck of his nemesis as he released stream after stream.

The hero couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped him as he felt all these stimulants at once, he hummed as he felt his foe slow down, finally stopping his motions, but keeping his lips tightly locked on him.

They explored each other’s hot mouths, tongues colliding and sliding around one another. It was heated and needy, filled with their years of yearning. The hand around Hero's neck snaked up and tangled deep in his locks as they passionately made out.

Suddenly the villain pulled away, shoving a cum drenched finger in the hero’s face, “Lick.” He commanded, and the hero complied, happily lapping up the salty nectar from his foe’s hand.

“Good boy.” Villain teased, sucking the remaining jizz off of his fingers, and crashing their lips for another sweet kiss.

The villain pulled away with a smirk and in a sultry tone demanded, “Like goddamn candy, huh? Stay here, I'll be back.” And with one more peck on the lips his nemesis went to walk away, losing the heat they had built up together.

Hero stood there for a moment, alone, and in shock, catching his breath. Had that really just happened? The taste on his lips told him it did. The rope burn, he got when he had struggled to get out, still hurt. This had to be real, but... Was he going to come back and torture him like that again? Hero couldn’t let that happen, he had to get out of his restraints.

[sebilini]

Guys!!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I finally finished my garmaclouse fanfic, please check it out!!!

[orangeoctopi7]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter Title: It’s a Rich Man’s World

Chapter Summary: We check in with what the Northwests are up to. 

Preston Northwest was returning to his office after an opulent business brunch where he’d managed to acquire some smaller companies. As he sat down at his desk to look over how this would improve his stock portfolio, he found a contract he didn’t recognize sitting on top. Where did this come from? He kept his office locked when he wasn’t in there, to protect sensitive (illegal) documents.

There was a post-it note on top with a sloppy scrawl.

I TOLD YOU I'D HAVE MY PEOPLE DROP A COPY BY YOUR DESK. REMEMBER, THIS IS A LIMITED TIME OFFER! I’D MAKE THIS TOP PRIORITY IF I WERE YOU.

(Read the rest on AO3)

[anangelcalledinquisitor]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Forgot to post the link before going on my Zoo excursion yesterday, but it’s updated!  (Chapter 21 in the works to ruin EVERYONE’S DAY hopefully tomorrow)

[theonlygamergost]

For the prompts the boys doing something nice for phil like turning fathers day into brothers day

Phil came back from work a little late, it was understandable since It was father’s day today, but helping a coworker out of his shift hours made him even more tired than he already was, but oh well, he could shower and go straight to-

Just as he opened the front door, the lights switched on the three brothers appeared out of nowhere.

“HAPPY BIG BROTHER DAY PHIl!!!” “HOLY SHIT-”

He wasn’t expecting to find Techno, Wilbur and Tommy waiting for him with a cake at the front door- wait, a cake?!

The three brothers were smiling innocently at him, making him confused. “Big brother day? It’s fathers day today” Wilbur nodded, “We know! But since a father is supposed to be the oldest male-” Tommy interrupted “THE BIG ALPHA- oww” Techno pushed him with his elbow to make him stop, “In the family, and you sometimes behave like a dad towards us, we decided to celebrate it as big brother’s day!” he opened his arms, the other two agreed, “Aww thanks guys! You shouldn’t have! The cake was even more unnecessary!” 

The three troublemakers looked at each other awkwardly, “Actually... the cake is an apology gift...” Tommy trailed off, “We tried to bake a cake ourselves but we ended up burning it...” Tommy looked down at the ground, Techno added “We also broke the oven’s door” 

“YOU WHAT?!” 

After getting an earful for breaking the oven,  Phil found out they hadn’t eaten anything yet, so they ended up eating the cake for dinner while watching a movie all together, you bet they all slept on that couch that night

[leptirchahar]

Dear you & me, Maybe not today. Maybe not yesterday. Maybe not the next day. Or maybe not any other day. But we can and we will, Someday.

LEPTIR CHAHAR (@the_whispering_thoughts)