The Manectric approached her after awhile of being alone. She tilted her head towards him as he spoke and frowned. How did he... ? She flicked her tail, figuring he probably knew of the location of their new base since she was headed in that direction, and made a lucky guess.
"Support... Help?" She repeated, walking forward slowly around him. Drawing her tail close to him and close along his side, but not touching him. She walked around him, stopping on his other side. "Help with what?"
✧˖° Just a thought but…I see people say doctor x patient roleplay with Zayne would be hot but I can’t help but think he would be too busy pointing out plot holes and taking it a little too serious LOL.
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Tags: zayne x gn!reader, sfw, funny, fluff <3
You lounged on the edge of the bed, your leg crossed just enough to hint at something more, as Zayne adjusted the stethoscope hanging around his neck. The pristine lab coat he usually wore to work fit him perfectly, and his usual serious expression made him look like this was genuinely an examination.
He clicked the end of his pen and looked at you expectantly, his clipboard poised in hand. “Shall we begin?” he asked in that smooth, professional tone.
You let your lips curl into a sly smile. “Doctor, I’ve been feeling…strange lately. Like, really tense. I think I need a hands-on examination.”
Zayne tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “Hmm. Tension could be due to several factors. Could you be more specific about the location? Is it muscular, neurological, or psychological?”
You blinked, caught off guard for a moment. “Oh, it’s…all over,” you replied, recovering quickly and leaning forward, lowering your voice to a suggestive whisper. “Maybe you could check for yourself?”
Zayne stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze narrowing in concentration. “‘All over’? That’s highly unusual,” he said, tapping his clipboard. “Are you experiencing fever or chills? Perhaps this is an early indication of a systemic issue—though I must question why you waited until now to seek assistance. This could have been an emergency.”
You stared at him, incredulous. “Zayne…you’re not supposed to focus on the symptoms,” you said, trying to stay patient. “You’re supposed to—”
“Not focus on the symptoms?” he interrupted, looking genuinely alarmed. “How can I, as your doctor, ensure accurate treatment without proper diagnostic attention?”
You opened your mouth to argue but decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, you inhaled deeply, trying a different tactic. “Okay, fine,” you said, waving a hand. “Maybe it’s… stress-related. Maybe I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to…relax.”
Zayne nodded solemnly, as if this was the most logical explanation. “Stress is a common factor,” he said. “I could prescribe a course of action to alleviate that. Let’s see… meditation? Yoga? Perhaps I should refer you to a licensed therapist to explore these deeper issues—”
“The therapy I need,” you interrupted sharply, cutting him off, “involves you. Right now. In this room.”
He blinked at you, his face perfectly blank for a moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Unorthodox,” he admitted, “but I suppose direct intervention could be beneficial. Very well. I’ll need you to lie down.”
Finally. Some action. You let out a relieved sigh, leaning back and sliding onto the bed. “Oh, gladly—”
“Now,” Zayne said, grabbing his clipboard again and flipping to a fresh page. “Tell me about your sleep schedule. Do you consume any caffeine past 3 PM?”
Pride: the musical - Sherman Theatre, Cardiff, 11/4/26.
If you were unaware, the iconic film 'Pride' (2014) has been adapted for the stage, I was lucky enough to see it in previews and it was such a heartfelt, soulful, honest piece. I cannot overstate how incredible it was. Here's my run down of everything I can remember (spoilers!! Also I won't describe the whole plot, only cool things or differences)
The story is told from the perspective of the real surviving members of Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM): Mike, Gethin, Jonathan, Reggie and Steph with Mike mostly guiding the story. From the start, they make it clear that this is a true story and they set the tone and context of the show perfectly
The show begins with a tongue in cheek song where the audience are given a 'gay induction', explaining what it was like to be queer in the 1980s, there are police hats and mini roleplays and its funny whilst still giving context to those who need it
Following this song, they start to talk about Mark Ashton and he enters the stage, moving in his own space and obeying the 4th wall in a way the others aren't. There is a brief introduction and it's made clear that Mark is somehow special in all this
Sidenote: the staging is super cool in this show, its simplistic and prop-heavy, Mark's 'council flat balcony' is a metal barrier that will be used for the picket line later in the show.
The show sometimes borrows dialogue and scene sequences from the film and Mark's introduction is one of those times, which makes sense as the show was developed by the film's director. I think they were more reserved than they could have been with this, it makes for a fun reference and you keep the quotable lines such as 'they're sending a police man!' - 'oh I do hope so!'
Mark's date tries to chase after him wearing only a sheet and shouting 'you're still wearing my pants!!'
Cut to pride and the storytellers enter the story fully, we get the classic Mike on his own and 'give it to the lesbians they love a banner' + introduction of Bromley (Joe)
Somewhere in all this there is a cool song about how 'queers are the canaries in the coal mine' - a rock-ish number about how bad things always seem to happen to us first before everything else goes to shit. If I remember right, this is merged with scenes of London pride and the ensemble sings about how it's a protest not a party
Bromley has a little motif throughout the show where he's singing the things he wishes he could say to his mum, immediately followed by what he actually says. It's sweet and kinda funny
Ooh yeah and when the pride protesters are chanting they are actively staring and pointing at the audience
We have the party after pride and people gradually leave, one of these people is Cliff's actor dressed in very youthful gay clothes its brilliant
Steph describes Jonathan and Gethin as 'being together since the middle ages' and says Jonathan was in 'Colditz' (not mentioning the acting bit). Joe fully believes her and responds 'he doesn't seem old enough'
Somewhere around here, they introduce the bookshop and Reggie complains that he doesn't think 'gay's the word' is a good name and he doesn't get the reference. Jonathan says 'I'm sorry to do this Mike,' and interrupts the show, stepping through the 4th wall and starting a rant about this is what's wrong with young gays nowadays
Anyway they agree to help in a scene much like the film's, Mark sparks a song about solidarity to convince everyone ('solidarityyyy, its solidarityyyy, he [something, works? Hurts?] the same as meee')
Split scene where everybody is collecting money outside the shop while Mike and Mark try calling mine unions
There are also several allusions to Jonathan's health through act one and its slightly heart wrenching
'He's supposed to be taking it easy!' 'I'm literally shaking a bucket'
They finally get through to Onllwyn and Gwen's shuffle across the stage was drawn out for the perfect amount of time to raucous laughter
Side note #2: this audience man, I'm pretty sure everyone there was either gay or Welsh and you could feel it in the room, they were so responsive, so so into it, it gave such a warm, community feel to the show and I'm sure the actors fed on it
Again, my memory is not the best but somewhere around here we get a little intro song to Onllwyn, they sing about life and death in the valley how a man's resolve is as strong as stone. Hefina proudly sings about how she looks after her community, citing how she made sure a family got food, and how another time she punched a lady's unfaithful husband in an asda car park
They skip Dai coming down to London and the bus ride to Dulais takes place on a bunch of chairs with Jonathan holding a steering wheel, gcse drama at its finest but it works
The other lesbians are broadly cut from the show but dw we still get Steph belting 'every woman is a lesbian' and some of the audience were joining in
During Mark's speech to the miners his 1/5 people are gay bit is tacked on the end by Jonathan, who is quickly told to shut up. Before hand he had reassured Mark he would step in if he choked
Maureen's actress has an uncanny likeness to her film counterpart, I swear her voice is identical
We have the miners and the gays on separate sides of the hall, and Reggie starts to suggest maybe they should 'tone it down a bit'
Jonathan's speech that follows is slightly epic, he starts to describe all sorts of outlandish things he would do 'put a baby grand piano in the bookshop... sing my life story' and shouts that he would do all that but he will never Tone. It. Down. I may not remember the whole message, but I will carry the sentiment for a long time
The disco scene is, of course, its own song with 'I miss disco' being the repeated idea, Jonathan dances and eventually Reggie joins in, soon everyone is up and grooving in a mass dance dumber that references 'D.I.S.C.O' by Ottawan
Siân has a little moment and a song to herself in the night where she sings about her 'little infidelity' aka her dream to be more than a wife and a mum, its beautiful and there must have a been a friend in the audience because this one lady went crazy wooping afterwards lmao
They return home all happy and Bromley has a few more things he wishes he could say to his mum. His parents greet him and his dad calls down that 'squirting cream on things is no job for a man'
When they get back to the bookshop, Gethin is very stressed as his stock has been seized - a real event not mentioned in the film. He stalks down to the police station with Jonathan rushing after him. I'm sure there was another allusion to Jonathan's health around here but I can't quite remember
More fundraising and a bit of a time skip and I believe there's a scene of the miners at the picket, they bring out flaming barrels and paper snow rains from the ceiling
LGSM are stopped by police on their way to Onllwyn and warned against going, kudos to the two ensemble who play the police officers bc they were bouncing around playing everyone I swear
and they're back in Onllwyn, we have the bingo scene followed by Mark's rousing speech
Bread and roses is one of my favourite parts of the show and one of the bits that made me cry. Beforehand, the group is having another little tiff bc Dai just told them people are worried about the public image, there's thoughts that maybe they should back off or not be so visible. The women of Dulais seem to sing to the group, who are on the opposite side of the stage to Mark, and one by one, they cross over to hug and join him. Bread and roses becomes mixed with another song with a solidarity theme which is sung by LGSM and its so, so beautiful
Mixed into it is a scene of Maureen calling the press. What a bitch, right?
Side note #3: everyone in this show is so damn tactile, there is always one person hanging off another or holding hands its v cute
END OF ACT 1
Act 2 begins with Jonathan coming out on stage in a dressing gown, a headwrap and slippers and holding a water bottle. he starts to apologise - at this point I really thought something had gone wrong and they were cancelling the show
Nope he's in character and apologising about how he acted towards Reggie, he starts to tell the story of his HIV diagnosis and how he was given the number L-1 (London 1) and an unknown amount of time to live (all true)
Makes a couple of jokes about it
'How long do I have? - Don't buy green bananas' (laughter) 'thank you I'm here all week... Or am I?'
Tells about how he nearly slit his wrists but he was a good Jewish boy who couldn't stand a mess (this got more laughter than I expected tbh)
Then jokes about singing his life story
'No I couldn't' (does it anyway)
What follows is a vaudeville style number of Jonathan describing how he nearly killed himself but then decided he might as well live. The other LGSM members are in sequined leotards with feather fans and Jonathan strips his dressing gown to reveal a sparkly costume, blonde bob wig and tap shoes
Ofc there's a tap number. I didn't know Samuel Barnett could dance lol
Mike comes out at the end of the song with his clip board looking very confused and concerned and promptly shuts it all down, directing our attention back to the picket line, where the miners have discovered the 'perverts support the pits' paper. There is a song where they talk about how they've been called 'the enemy within' which I enjoyed greatly
After a short scene we cut back to the bookshop where they get the message in a more violent way - cue pyro, there is literally a firecracker on stage. Everyone just screams until Steph puts it out with a fire extiguisher and says 'why are lesbians the only ones who know how to do shit'
The 'you take it and own it' speech is approved by Gethin, not Jonathan
Mark gets the pits and perverts idea and everyone is mostly just mad at him for not helping clean
'What do gays do best?' 'Bitch'
Song and montage of everything getting ready for pits and perverts, Mark and Mike go to the record label
'Elton John is happily married, to a woman!! And I hardly think George Michael is gay - he's greek!'
The Dulais ladies arrive and have a moment with Gethin - Gwen says a long sentence to him in Welsh that I really wish I could understand
Gethin and Mike pass out posters for the concert, Gethin is getting very into it and ends up just chucking them into the audience, Mike is somewhat more controlled
The song ends with the cast throwing T-shirts into the audience and the band come on stage for a minute, I'm thinking it may have been the actual show band who have been on a platform above the stage until now but this is unconfirmed
Joe snogs a guy to much applause and wold whistles
Mark dubs Mike 'the keeper of the flame' and tells him its his job to carry the story and the message of the group
The Dulais ladies get their night out and a song to go with it - for some reason it sticks in my head more than the other songs
'We're on a mission ladies, a bloody good night out!'
There is confusion about the proper term for rimming and Gwen learns she is into rubber
Mark bumps into his ex and the story-tellers come forward once more - Mike tries to rush past it but the others, especially Steph insist on a few minutes 'for them'
What follows is a tribute to the AIDS crisis, an explanation of how it developed, how people were treated, the blood sisters get a mention, and everybody holds candles in a vigil while Steph leads a song - 'a light perpetual'
During the song the ensemble come on stage and they are occasionally interrupted by a nurse calling out names. One by one, the ensemble blow their candles out and move off stage
Mark arrives and sits on a chair on stage but leaves before his name is called, when it is called and he's not there, the nurse swiftly moves on to the next person, who blows out his candle and leaves the stage
Again, Mark moves in his own space here, he is a part of the story, but not a part of telling it
So many people were crying during this scene, it hit very deeply
We move on to the bus returning to Onllwyn to see the failed meeting, we get a brief scene of Cliff and Martin trying to defend LGSM but shouts and heckles seem to overwhelm the situation
Everybody gets a bit heated after that, and Mike and Mark get into a shouting match - Mike referencing that he was supposed to keep the flame. Mark responds by shoving Mike so hard he literally slides scross the stage, everyone scrambles to keep them apart before Mark stalks off
This is followed by a song where Dai, Siân, Cliff, and eventually Mark (I think) sing about what they would tell their younger selves, Dai would tell himself to calm down, Siân wants to save some life for herself, Cliff would tell himself not to be afraid.
Hefina drives the LGSM donated bus (again, couple of boxes and a steering wheel) and says her iconic lez off line
The story-tellers come together once more to explain how this story doesn't have a happy ending, the strike failed and the miners went back to work
Bromley, who's been absent for a little bit comes on stage and explains where he's been, he has a song recreating how he was found out and came out to his family ('I'm into blokes, mum, I'm into guys) the whole thing is slightly silly and unserious and the story-tellers listen joyfully and sing along in the background. Eventually, the song transforms into a vessel for telling Gethin's story and he joins in singing, he has a quick aside where he meets his mum again and they share a tearful hug before the climax of the song. Joe has found a leather jacket very similar to Mark's and he puts it on, a symbol of him finding his place amoungst them
We timeskip after that, to the pride immediately after the strike, Mark comes down through the audience with his megaphone and is forgiven and Joe gives everyone some sass
'For the record, my name is Joe' 'yes it's very important you're always called by your proper name, Bromley'
Everyone is, of course, joined by the miners and 'where are my lesbians' is of course featured
As they all march, Mike - 'keeper of the flame' - with his clipboard explains what happens next, he's joined by everyone at the front of the stage one by one, we learn what happened to them
Dai tells Siân that she now has a degree
'Fuck off'
And that she became an MP
'Bugger me!'
They tell of how the miner's union helped bring gay rights onto the manifesto, and debate how they will be remembered. Siân says she bets the people of Dulais will remember, and someone in the audience (presumably from Dulais) whooped really loud followed applause.
Mike tells everyone how 30 years later, they are asked to be in the pride march again
Jonathan remarks that 30 years is a long time in the future and curls into Gethin with the most heartwrenching relief when Mike confirms he's still alive (true)
Reggie asks if he's still the pin-up of Dulais valley - 'no you're 56' 'fuck!'
And Mark, breaking the 4th wall for the 1st time states 'I'm not there, am I?'
Mike confirms that he's not there and Mark immediately asks when he dies. Nobody wants to say, but eventually the date is given
'Is that it? How old?'
When Mike eventually says 26, Mark stammers in disbelief for a little while, Dai explains how his funeral was well attended and that they laid a red flag over his coffin. Mark then retreats back into the story, saying 'come on we've got a march to do' and carries on with the show as if nothing has happened.
The show ends with a song about, of course, pride with nobody saying the actual word until right at the end, when everyone sings 'is there a better word?'
Mark has a solo then eventually sings 'pride' and everybody echos.
And the show ends with Mark (real Mark)'s picture on a banner and everyone (pretty sure cast included) in tears. An absolute masterpiece and the most soulful, honest, expressive show I think I've ever seen.
Summary: Well what can I say except: What goes better with a football player than a cheerleader?
Warnings: Porn without plot, Injuries? nothing too graphic, idiots being idiots (affectionate)
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„Ow, Yelena, what is your problem?”
„This is getting out of hand, let me cut it for you.” With another pull John's head is getting yielded back just slightly.
„I told you I want to grow it out a bit.”
„That is not a bit, I bet I could already put it into a ponytail.”
„And what would be the problem with that?”
„You look like a good damn hobo John.”
While John and Yelena ignore their breakfast to the point it will go cold soon Ava leans over to Bob. „Do you know why he is doing that?”
Bob just shrugs „Maybe he has a mid-life crisis or something.”
„Mmh, it's a sex thing right?” Bob chokes on his orange juice, betraying himself.
„Knew it.”
„Why are you so good at this?”
„Call it female intuition if you want, just promise me we won’t be here when it happens.”
„We always do that.”
„Cute. By the way, do you let your hair grow out too?” Before Bob can answer, not wanting to leave too much to Ava's imagination he gets interrupted.
„Bob, tell your boyfriend he has to cut his hair!”
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John felt like he was heading right off into battle. His breath became uneven, his hand from which the slight buzz came from was shaking. Just one time, for Bob, he could do it. He promised it. A last deep breath and the bundles of hair glide into the sink. He applies some aftershave and he examines himself in the mirror, god what had he done?
As planned John is down at the gym benching some weights, sweat drenching his grey tank top. The door opens the first time and closes instantly, John doesn’t notice since he is wearing earbuds.
Outside the gym, in front of the door Bob is losing his shit. One glance at John was enough to break him, his arms now tightly wrapped around his tummy. The clean shaven face makes him look like babie and the shoulder long hair is not making it better.
Bob takes a few deep breaths to regain composure, if he doesn’t show up soon John will start looking for him and that would ruin all the fun. His steps are determined as he struts over to John eyeing him from head to toe with a shy smile as a response John takes his earbuds out tilting his head to the side.
The tracksuit Bob is wearing is definitely a size too small for him, hugging his body like a second skin, unconsciously John licks his lips. „What can I do for you sweetheart?”
„I wanted to see if you need a spotter but it seems you have everything under control handsome.” The way Bob curls a streak of his hair with his finger drives John crazy, he should talk to his therapist about this.
„That was just the warm up actually.”
„Oh really? You can lift even more than that?” John is up with a smirk, adding more weight and being the show off he is he uses only one arm at some point.
„Wow, who would have guessed that our quarterback is that strong.” John sits up, presenting his biceps. „Want to feel it?” Bob hops excitedly, clapping his hands then brings them to John's arm. „Oh my god, that feels incredible.”
„Speaking of incredible. Will you and your friends cheer for us tomorrow?”
„Of course, we always do! We have a whole new choreography rehearsed!”
„Can’t wait to see that, sweets.” In a swift motion Bob straddles John's lap, his own legs dangling slightly over the ground.
„If you want to I can give you a private sneak peek later, in my room.” John's hands glide up and down Bob's tights like it is second nature, almost forgetting to take the invitation.
„I come over after practice.” As Bob claps again, the excited bounce pulls a grunt out John then another when his lap goes cold.
„Don’t tire yourself out handsome!” Bob is gone again and now all John could do was get ready and wait.
For the first time ever it came in handy that his parents didn’t care much for him. When he called his mom to ask her if she could send him his old football stuff she just answered with a short “Sure.” No further questions asked.
The pants were a little tight on his hips, he blames that on the super soldier serum. He can’t remember if the jersey rid up to his waist when raising his arms back in high school but it will do just fine.
At the very least he talked Bob out of the shoulder pads, they would be very impractical in bed.
With a knock John announces himself at the time they had agreed upon. „Need a second! Don’t come in, I’m still naked!”
That was a lie, Bob actually was right at adding the last touch to his outfit but John couldn’t know that.
„Oh no what a shame, do you want me to help you with that?”
„Stay right where you are, asshole.”
„Okay okay, chill.”
Next John hears him pacing through the room quickly, Bob's desk chair and other things getting shoved away, a cute picture in John's mind. What's even cuter is when Bob throws open the door, the upper part of his cheeks red, and his own hand on his heart ringing for air.
„Heeey, there you are, please come in.” John wants to, he really wants to but his body is not cooperating. Cheerleader uniforms are short, yes, but the one Bob bought is definitely one you are supposed to wear on Halloween.
The skirt is well, barely existent, matching color with the panties. And yes, they talked about this beforehand like always and yes John knew about Bob's plans of putting his hair into pig tails. He imagined it more often than he is proud of but in real life it looked better, so much better more pullable.
Starstruck and already hard John is still frozen in the doorframe, when Bob turns around John almost comes in his too tight pants, having to actively cross his legs. Fuck, Bob’s make-up game gets stronger every damn time. The red eyeshadow and lipstick fit so perfectly to the shade of red from the uniform and the glitter stones at the corner of his eyelids, the words leave John's heart involuntarily „You are absolutely beautiful.”
After a second of processing what John just said, Bob walks back to him to take his hand and drags him into his room. “Is that really what you wanted to say?”
„Uhm no no. I meant, you look hot. Like super duper hot.” A lighthearted chuckle is all Bob can offer before he loses it and then the whole make-up would have been for nothing. A nudge with the tip of his index finger is enough to guide John onto the edge of the bed.
„Okay handsome, let me give you what you came here for.” Bob presses play on his laptop and music begins to play, that wasn’t part of the plan, he wouldn’t do this, right? Right?!
Wrong, the beat kicks in and Bob’s foot is up in the air, his leg a straight line. The next 2 minutes and 17 seconds are tortuous to John. Simply because he can’t just enjoy the show he is getting, with every move, with every kick, he is short before stopping Bob. Maybe his Sentry Powers gave him inhuman strength that doesn’t mean John wants him to get hurt, some part of the choreography looks pretty advanced. Even professional cheerleaders get hurt while performing or at practise as a result John's nails dig small holes into the sheets.
Then the music stops and Bob is able to pull John out of his worries with a single clap of his hands in the air and two simple words. „Go Bears!”
No one could tell who was more out of breath, John or Bob who just gave it his all. Instead of clapping John goes for a two finger whistle causing an ear to ear smile on Bob's face. „That was fucking awsome can’t wait to see the rest, of the show, tomorrow.”
„Glad you liked it. Worked my ass off for it.” John can tell. “And how was practise?”
„You know, exhausting. Coach drills us more than usual because of tomorrow.”
Bob opens his mouth wide in mock shock, fists resting on his waist. “Oh nooo, sorry to hear that. I’m sure you are doing your best.”
„Pfft of course I do.” With slow yet dedicated steps Bob positioned himself between John's legs, pulling his face up by the puka shell necklace he is still wearing. “Well, I know something to take the edge of, if you want my help.”
Sleazy John wraps Bob's hips and therefore his ass into his arms, fingers tracing under the skirt. „And what can a sweet thing like you offer me hm? A massage, maybe?”
„Oh this will feel way better than a massage, I promise.” John's eyes follow Bob's figure as he kneels down, eagerly tugging at the waistband of his pants. „You should think about that twice sweet's, the showers were broken.”
John's jaw clenches when his cock springs free and Bob's tongue is already down at his taint. With a long, messy drag he ends up at top of John's tip who throws his head back in response. „Oh fuck sweetheart who showed you how to do that?”
„Shut up and relax.” With pleasure with all the pleasure actually John lets Bob do what he wants. Kitten licks, ball sucking and finally his head does nothing but bobbing up and down, drooling all over John's cock. John can’t help himself, his hands end up on the pigtails, he is not pulling, just guiding and playing a little.
When Bob looks up, meeting his gaze with a dazed out expression and red stains from the make up surrendering to the tears and the sweat, it sends him into hyperdrive.
„Baby you look so pretty like this. You want to make me come huh?” With John's cook in his mouth, he can only nod, a hint of pleading in his eyes.
„Then hold still and let me do the rest, yeah?” Again he nods and does as he is told, John's grip at the root of his pig tails intensifying, his hips trusting forward. More tears appear on his forward as John hits the back of his throat in a relentless pace which does not hold up long.
„Fuck, open wide, I want to see you taking it.” Bob sticks his tongue out and opens as wide as he can, batting his eyelashes and that does it. Gladly Bob takes every drop of cum John gives him, swallowing all of it without protest. A thumb presses the inside of his cheek, a flat hand pats the outside of it. „Good boy.”
John lets himself fall back but shoots up again immediately. „Oh no!”
„What is it sweetheart?”
„Why is it not going soft?”
„What?”
„Your cock. It's not going soft, that means you are not fully relaxed.” Quickly Bob adjusted the scrunchies and that alone almost let John come again, then he pulls his panties down. Much to John's misery, he loves to tear them off. Next he jumps onto John, not metaphorically, literally.
„Wow, pretty boy don’t hurt yourself.” Despite John's concern he is not shying away from giving Bob's ass a tight squeeze, feeling the silicon. „Want me to pull it out for you?”
„If you don’t mind.” His cock is basically lubed up in spit and Bob is prepped and ready so why for gods sake would he mind? The pathetic whine as he pulls the plug out is enough to rail him as if the blow job never happened in the first place. Bob is not wasting anytime and sinking down, faster than he should but John will not stop him.
What he does is to offer Bob a second to adjust when he reaches the bottom. „You feel good?” He gets a sob in response and places his hands on Bob's waits who swats them away. „No, you relax.”
„Okay sweetheart, do what you can't help doing.” With that John crosses his arms behind his head and takes in the show. He expected for Bob to go slow at first, hips rolling as usual but he was wrong, again. The moment Bob feels comfortable enough his hands seek anchor in John's shirt and up and down he goes, fast. The skirt does nothing to hide Bob’s own erections slapping John's stomach with every hop, the pigtails fly up and down too.
If he weren't a super soldier, John was sure, Bob would snap his hips in two. „Fuck, you are such an eager little thing. Looking so good on my cock.”
„Do you,” Bob has to swallow once and soak in a deep breath „Do you want to see something else that looks good?”
It was a rhetorical question. John is not given a chance to answer. Bob arches his back until his hands are on the mattress, his legs rising up a little too until he is in a full on bridge. Against all rules of science because who needs those when you are an actual god, Bob is still able to move up and down. John does nothing except staring with his mouth open, drooling a little too, and taking it that is until…
„Ow shit shit shit shit!” Bob falls on his side and John is on him immediately panic and terror in his voice. “Bobby, Bobby hey, what's wrong?”
„Fucking cramp, shit!” The eyeroll happens involuntarily, John saw this coming.
„Leg or foot?”
„Leg, right leg!” Carefully John rolls Bob over on massages the back of his tight.
„Don’t panic, just breathe, can you do that for me?” John sets the rhythm and Bob follows it. After two minutes John can feel Bob's muscles relax, bending the leg a little to test his theory. “Better?”
„So much better, thank you.”
„Come on, let's clean up and get some smoothies, you could use some iron.”
„No.”
„What do you mean with no? Bobby, we talked about this. Stop giving me that pout and stop batting your eyelashes!”
„Pleeeeeease?” A pinch on the bridge of his nose is enough to clear his mind. “Fine but if you get another one we stop immediately.” The smug on Bob's face is not faltering for a second, his ass up in the air, wiggling and waiting.
„Come on, I stained the sheets anyway.” That was true, John has to count backwards to distract himself so he doesn't come on the spot. From behind Bobs ass always felt so fucking tight. Bob has his head resting on the bed but John is not having that.
The pull is so rough that Bob can’t himself but cry out. „Don’t hide yourself from me now, I want to hear it. I want to hear everything.”
„Don’t be so mean.” John lets one of the pigtails go and hits a smack on Bob's ass. “You said you want me to relax, now go on and work for it and don’t you dare whine about it.” The hand goes back to the pigtail and Bob uses the small radius John offers him to move.
Agonizing slow at first which only earns him another pull „Ouch.”
„If you go on like that we will still be here next week. What happened to that eagerly pretty boy huh?” That sparks something in Bob, the movements become faster and shorter, John has to watch his balance so Bob doesn’t accidentally knock him over. Ass jiggling so deliciously, the moans music to his ears.
Under his watchful gaze John doesn't miss that Bob's legs tremble, how his breaths become chokes. He lets go of Bob's hair completely only for him to pin his head down, staining the pillow too. „Okay sweets you ready?”
„Mmh born ready.” A choked laugh accompanies John's climax, the same counts for Bob, that and a small whimper as he feels John spending himself inside him. Since there is not a single ounce of strength left in John's body he collapses fully on Bob, the impact pressing his hips down which causes another higher whimper. John nuzzles his face into the side of Bob's neck but the usual tickle is not coming.
„You have to grow your beard out again.”
„I know. And you have to cut my hair before Yelena comes back or she will probably do it herself and I don’t want to end up bald.”
Bob says nothing, scrunching his nose. „You are still in pain ain’t you? Who the hell even showed you how to do all that?
„Lena showed me some beginner dance steps, the rest is from videos.”
„And she didn’t tell you to stretch properly beforhand?”
„She said quote, stretch? Stretch is for little girls. Can I still get that smoothie?”
„Lets clean up, you get your smoothie and some scrambled eggs.”
„Nice, I love breakfast for dinner.”
Disclaimer: No Bob's were permanently damaged in the making of this fic.
Thank you for reading all the way through💖. I hope you had a good time ☺️. Check out my Masterlist here. And most importantly if you have an idea for a roleplay scenario don't shy away from telling me.
just wanted to make a quick roleplay ad so that I can pin it here on my account. for starters, I’m twenty two and I do prefer my partner being in their 20s minimum. if you’re 18/19 that’s alright as long you’re mature about it.
I tend to roleplay during my free time, I’m a day trader. I don’t work for anyone surely but that is exactly what makes this every bit more difficult (subjectively of course) and time consuming
I don’t really have any days off technically, my eyes are usually on market but not always. just wanted to bring this to your attention in case I am responding late at times, I hope you can understand this inconvenience
but enough with the boring yap, I am a calm writer so I hope you do not feel overwhelmed in any way with me. I do not nitpick nor have harsh rules. it’s all for fun after all
now with that being said, please discuss your triggers beforehand. your comfort and safety matters to me the absolute most, especially if it isn’t under the basic triggering criteria, it is very much important that you inform me
𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐘.
now I tend to surpass character/word limits and go as far as writing two to three lengthy messages when I’m really immersed into a plot. however I want to add that I am completely versatile when it comes to literacy. I do not have any issue at all writing semi lit or even a classic texting based storyline. as long as there’s cooperation and mutual efforts involved, it’s always all good with me.
I am an angstholic yes I do love to incorporate drama and dark themes into my storylines out of impulse, it just happens to come out naturally. nothing profound, just relatively dark, just to get some drama and suspense. I’m completely okay with fluff obviously, I’m fond of sweetness I’m not a complete monster lol. I also enjoy writing mature themes and have no issue with it. again please be sure to discuss your triggers prior to our roleplay. I will always prefer you interrupting our roleplay with it rather than making it off putting for you later on. your comfort >>
I love diving into intricate storylines, some good slow burn, character development based plots. if there’s drastic changes to your character or the story overall, I don’t mind. i just believe it simply shouldn’t come out unnatural. going with the flow is my forte. even if we were to hypothetically plot a fantasy based theme, actions and plot twists should definitely be backed up by reasoning, this isn’t exactly a need tho it’s more of a factor that I believe cohesively builds a great storyline.
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
I often write canon characters I’m not really a fan of ocs much. but of course that could never defy my partner from writing as their ocs, please do feel free to write as whatever you please. I ultimately do not mind pairing my character with anyone
now in terms of character portrayal, I always tend to write more dominant leaning characters, and this is generally speaking. not solely based off smut. I do have a preference for it and I’m better off writing with these characteristics as opposed to others.
in terms of smut it wouldn’t kill me to bottom of course (it’s kinda hot), I just hope to establish that my character will overall have top-like traits. if that’s a turn off for you then.. whoops
my profile is quite misleading to say the least, yes I’m a bts fan but I am so down to roleplay as different characters from different films or movies. but usually I have been hyperfixated on our seven boys and I have written about them the most, they are my main muses. I do not mind mxm mxf or even fxf I am so down as I’m completely flexible with any theme
in case you’re curious here’s an oddly structured ranking of my most to least preferred member to write as.
namjoon: 10/10
jungkook: 10/10
yoongi: 8/10
taehyung: 7/10
hoseok: 7/10
jimin: 6/10
seokjin: 6/10
my ult bias is jimin but I love writing namjoon and jungkook the absolute most. but obviously I do not mind writing the other members at all. my favorite pairings are jikook, minimoni, taekook, yoonseok and namseok
if this post interests you send me a dm no matter when you’ve read this! we can discuss further on there. this roleplay will be taking place on discord
So the DM’s marinating the table in his own creepy fetish fan‑fic and some rando bro player thinks it’s hilarious to knock up a lesbian PC against her will? Time to hit back hard.
Step 1: swing the real‑world sledgehammer.
Call a hard pause: ‘X‑card no sexual coercion, period.’
If they ignore that, you leave the table boundaries come first, game second.
Step 2: if you stay, unleash your spite‑drow.
Meet Matron Ysvara Xorlarrin???eight‑foot attitude stuffed into obsidian plate. Misandrist? She’s a walking male‑repellent charm.
Entrance line: “Kneel, surface maggots. I need a footstool.”
Combat flourish: casts Crown of Madness only on men, then turns them against each other while painting her nails with spidervenom.
Social scenes: “Ah, another bearded mouth breather. Fetch me wine or fetch me your head.”
Catchphrase whenever a dude monologues: “Your words bore me; your weakness entertains me.”
Step 3: Make it deeply awkward.
Oh, you wanna play weird sexual tension? Great :D let’s crank it to eleven, but make it your problem now.
My evil misandrist drow? She doesn’t just hate men she collects them. Especially pretty, smug little sun elves with tragic backstories and zero resistance to being flustered.
She’ll sidle up mid-session like:
“Your golden hair reminds me of a captured paladin’s, he screamed prettier than you. Let’s test that.”
Or mid-battle:
“Cover me, sunshine. If you impress me, I’ll let you polish my boots… or lick them.”
Roll high on intimidation, low on personal space 👍
Every time the male player squirms, she gets closer. The goal? Make them regret ever bringing that energy to the table. Watch them try to “fade to black” while she’s asking detailed questions about how good their constitution stat is under pressure.
Step 4: Match their energy, Out-creep the creep.
They think they’re being creative by violating boundaries and adding unsolicited pregnancy plots? Cool. Now it’s your turn. But don’t just play dirty play divine :3
When your drow villainess gleefully lays spider eggs in their sun elf’s lower stomach during a ritual?
“Don’t worry, love. It’s a sacred blessing. You should feel honored.”
And if they so much as raise an eyebrow?
“Wow, are you trying to censor me right now? That feels really oppressive. This is a safe space for my creativity. If I can’t explore my dark feminine spider motherhood fantasy in peace, are we even roleplaying?”
Step 5: Ascend.
Your drow doesn't just survive, she ascends to demigodhood, crowned as the Spider Matriarch of Vengeance and Velvet Cruelty.
Every awkward silence, every flustered male sun elf, every overcompensating DM choice? Now lore.
“There was once a table where men laughed too loud, and now it lies in webs.”
Mechanics? Lore?
New subclass: Warlock of the Forgotten Matriarch gains power every time a man interrupts a woman at the table.
Her legendary item? Broodkissed Fangs lets her implant psychic spiderlings into targets' minds. They whisper exactly what they fear you’re thinking.
At the meta level?
You start drawing fan art of her.
You write fake in-world religious texts and leave them in the group chat.
You start referring to the male players as “her disciples,” and refuse to break character during scenes.
If they try to protest, just cock your head and say: “Oh no. Are you uncomfortable now? I thought this was the sandbox of freedom and expression.”
Step 6: Flip the table then build your own.
Pack up your dice, your sass, and your spider‑egg lore, walk out, and start a ladies‑only campaign where the vibe is 100% rage‑positive and creep‑negative.
Step 7: Profit.
✨ Yay! You now have new D&D buddies that don’t suck ✨
No more awkward jokes, no more unsolicited kink dumps disguised as “plot,” no more rolling initiative against someone’s fragile ego. Just a coven of gremlins, witches, sword lesbians, and war criminals playing for the vibes, the lore, and the sisterhood.
Congrats!!!!You didn’t just escape the dungeon you built a castle.
//YOOO this gonna go hard. Also HEYYY CAT LADY. I may be a Pale Visitor glazer but Cat Lady is actually one of my most favorites lol (and I love roleplaying with cat lady blogs cuz there is a LOT of headcanons I have between the two.)
Ok let's get into it!!
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[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?
There has been a point of time that he does let people escape Death. But, it's only a certain few..
But, its not because it was an act of kindness, that's too.. foreign for him. It may have happened on this blog, but its because I like to expand his character in ways with roleplayers, but without my universe on this blog, I believe that he would never do it out of the pure hearted kindness, but more so he was interrupted, or felt pity. One of them, is being the neighbors daughter.
On the phone, before the neighbor dies, he tells hermit about his encounter with the Pale Visitor, more so.. the neighbors daughter. But, for some odd reason, he ran away. We don't have a reason as to why, but he may have felt pity and to not kill little kids. He DID kill teenagers, but we have never seen him kill little kids. Maybe, he believes that they are too young to process what is going on, and he feels more pity for them than ever, because he knows they do not understand the true world around them.
He never mentions it, or atleast, he does his best to not acknowledge it.
[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?
Home.. well, all he does is be somewhat devoted to Death, that is how I see it anyways. #Bestemployeeofthemonth
Anyway, I also feel like home to him is where he can freely reign his terror to humans whenever he can. He can remain, without being forced to leave. Permission is one thing he is big on. Why does he need permission? Well, who knows. But whatever it is, he values it a lot, from what we only know with the little content and dialogue he has.
He's honestly a bastard in my eyes.
Now time for me to find a correlation between him and rapper Ken Carson because I am Ken Carson's biggest fan and I will find a bullshit excuse to correlate the two because I am Ken Carson brainrotted.
I've been fighting my demons yuh I've been fighting my where tf my blunt where tf my cup where tf my reefer
STOP I need to sto p referencing this man 24/7 I genuinely cant stop anyway blakk rokkstar and lose it is EASILY my most fave songs blakk rokkstar has the most toughest beat drop in the history of opium rap YES EVEN BETTER than playboi carti's beats. Argue with the wall.
WE ARE LOSING THE PLOT IM ONTO A DIFFERENT TOPIC ENTIRELY ok anyway thats all!!
Thoughts on C4E07 under the cut, for spoilers and because it's not entirely positive. Still enjoyed it! But there is a little bit of criticism.
This is just an early-campaign remark because I remember having similar thoughts at the start of C2. This table has less chemistry than I expected! I would have judged all of them to be similar players, yet I felt this episode like the characters didn't have the most chemistry, conversations were cut short (or maybe that was just some unfortunately-timed interruptions), and there was a haphazardness which made things messy and a little confusing. Maybe having different types of players would have made everything more balanced?
The first thing which came to my mind when the mastiff stopped by the tavern and Thimble later saw the emblem of the vassal house of Tachonis was to search for Cyd. Ultimately, I don't think he was there since I feel like Brennan would have pointed out a carriage or something more obvious. Still, a missed opportunity to confirm for real.
I also feel like Brennan sent a number of knights ("knights") away from the castle so that the group would have an easier time taking down Casimir with a weakened force. But then there was the whole sexy doctor plot to get in...? When they had advantage on stealth in the rain already? Amd which just brought Gully Breeches (lol) and the other knights back. I do think the whole table was getting confused on what to do at that point, and it was at the tail end of a long session, so not holding it against them.
Kattigan held a lot of promise for me at the start, but I feel him sliding down my personal rankings. Robbie doesn't seem to quite be able to hit his stride with the character; again, not sure if it's the table and him not finding the right opportunities to roleplay. This is one of those things where I think someone who will take him aside and actually have a proper conversation with him would allow Kattigan to shine a bit more.
Druid dog was so cute. I hope we see more! I wonder if she was there was backup in case the party got in over their heads, and Brennan had an NPC who would be able to bail them out or assist in some way.
All in all, it was an okay episode. I'm starting to miss the stronger (maybe the wrong word - I mean the ones who go deeper into their roleplay) RPers like Liam, Luis and Matt. I heard the tables were split based on player preferences on what they want to do, which is valid! From a viewer perspective, or at least my own perspective, I think the table performs best with a variety of RP styles, and this episode suffered for it.
