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shadowhive) wrote2024-11-10 09:24 pm
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Disappear
Disappear
Pairing: Matt Tuck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, mindbreak
Notes: Set in the same verse as the Asking rubber fics. So I was meaning for the next one to be Ben focussed, but I got this idea and so… it’s been awhile since I’ve done anything bad happening to Tuck (i did start one for kinktober but didn’t finish it) so figure it’s about time
Matt was glad to be back home, mostly being able to sleep in his own bed again. The tour had gone well all things considered, doing a tour playing The Poison in full had felt a bit regressive at first, but he’d been glad to do it in the end. It had been nice to mark the milestone of Bullet making it big and the fans seemed to like it.
Plus it had been great to play the full album without the dead weight of Jay and Moose.
He snorted at the memory of them, glad that the dumb fucks had been ditched from the band long ago. To be honest he hadn’t really thought much of them in recent years but of course playing the first album bought them back.
He had to admit it had been fun with them the first time round, recording the album, performing on tours but over the following tours and albums they became more difficult. They kept mouthing off, making trouble, not doing what they were told. Now things were much better with Jason and Jamie, who just did what Matt wanted without question. The band was much better for having them.
He got out of bed, going to the en suite bathroom to take a piss, sighing as the spray hit the toilet. It was then he heard the doorbell and he cursed end his breath. Why did someone always have to bother him at the worst time.
He finished up, pulling on a dressing gown and headed down to the front door, but when he opened it he found no one was there. Instead there was a box on his doorstep and he frowned slightly, leaning forward to look for whoever delivered it. There was no sign of anyone but that wouldn’t be the first time someone left something without bothering to hand it to him. He guessed it was better than a note telling him it was left with one of his stupid neighbours.
Not that he was even sure what it could be, he hadn’t ordered anything recently. Then again he was used to brands sending him stuff to try and get attention. Or it might have been samples of the next round of merch. He lifted it up, carrying it inside, shutting the door behind him.
Matt carried the package inside, setting it on the dining table before going into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. He made himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip to help wake himself up and he grabbed a knife, heading back to the box and setting the coffee beside it.
There wasn’t a label on the top, so he just used the knife to get through the tape that secured it. The blade easily slide from it and, once it was finished he set the knife down beside it, opening the flaps to see what was inside. Whatever he’d expected to see inside this wasn’t it.
It was some sort of rubber thing, folded up to fit the box.
“For fuck’s sake.” He growled in irritating, starting to look at the box for a label. This had to be a mistake, the delivery driver had probably dumped it on the wrong doorstep and it was for one of his idiot neighbours. He checked every side of the box but there was no sign of anything, there wasn’t a single indication as to where it was meant to be delivered or where it had come from. He even double checked the flaps on the top and lifted it up to check the bottom but there was nothing.
He rubbed his forehead in irritation, taking another long swig of the coffee before looking back inside rhe box. Maybe there was something inside to show who it was meant for so he could get rid of it. He gripped the black rubber, and it unfolded into a full body rubber suit. “Who the fuck would even wear something like this?” He scoffed, dropping it on the table beside the box, peering inside. To his annoyance there wasn’t any paperwork to go along with it, no message as to who it was from, no invoice, nothing.
Which meant he was stuck with this. Great.
He finished his coffee and looked back at the rubber suit, one of the arms hanging off the table. He was sure one of the guys in Funeral was into this kinky perverted shit, maybe he could fob it off to one of them. He’d have to make a call to find out which one it was, but he could do that later.
He grabbed the suit, not wanting to see it anymore and he dumped it back in the box.
***
Matt didn’t have much planned for the day so he decided to head back to bed with a drink and breakfast to relax. After scrolling on his phone for a bit he returned back downstairs, dropping his plate back in the kitchen.
When he returned to the living room, fully intending to go back, he caught sight of the arm of the rubber suit hanging out the box.
He had thought about it while he’d been eating, mostly to puzzle out where it had came from. While he was sure it had been a mistaken delivery, after all there was no label, he did wonder if someone sent it has some sort of prank.
He reached for the sleeve, intending to move it back into the box, but instead he found his fingers enjoying the feel of the rubber under his skin.
He didn’t understand why anyone would have worn such a thing but now he felt it… he was kind of curious.
He withdrew his hand, shaking his head. “Fucking thing.” And then he went back to the kitchen to get a fresh drink.
***
The thought of what the suit would be like was in the back of his mind for the rest of the day, regardless of what he was doing. He wasn’t a degenerate, not like Jay, or Darran, whose name had returned to him, or those guys from Asking. They’d all probably have put it on without so much as a thought as to where it had came from. But still, that curiosity was there.
And so here he was, looking at the rubber suit which he laid back on the table. He was debating trying it on, because it couldn’t hurt to see what the fuss is all about and at least it would kill that curiosity. He touched the rubber again, tracing his hand along the front of it for a few more moments, enjoying how the shiny rubber felt.
He grabbed the suit and took it upstairs.
Even though he was completely alone he locked his bedroom door behind him before tossing the rubber onto the bed. He stripped off the few pieces of clothing he’d put on over the course of the day until he was fully naked, standing in front of it. He felt a little ridiculous, not even sure how he’d put the suit on. It was a full body suit, all in one piece. “How the fuck do I get this on?” He muttered to himself, reaching down and trying to find an opening.
Almost as soon as he touched it he found it, an opening that went down the middle of front of the suit. He must have missed it as it was stuck together, like how you couldn’t find the end of a roll of sticky tape unless your nails caught it. He set the suit down, stepping inside and pulling the rubber suit up his legs.
The suit felt a little tight as it clung to his skin but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Once he’d pulled it over his legs he pulled it higher to cover his body then he slipped his hands into his sleeves, his fingers sliding into the gloves at the end of them. It felt a little strange, a little tight, but also good too. He had a mirror in the corner of the room that he used when he was trying on things for photo shoots and he went over to it, looking at himself to see what he looked like.
His body below the neck was completely covered in rubber and he had to admit the shiny substance did look good on him. It clung to his body tightly and he felt his cock stiffen slightly in arousal at the feeling. Maybe Darran was onto something with the rubber fixation he had.
He reached down, giving his bulge a squeeze through the rubber and he felt over it, looking to see if there was a way of opening to get his dick out. He found nothing.
He moved his hand higher, but he couldn’t find the opening that he’d used to get in the suit either. He bought his other hand up to, feeling over his chest for it but it was no good. It was like it had sealed him in. “What the actual shit?” He growled in annoyance, feeling over himself again, having no luck. Maybe it was just his rubber fingers not being able to find it but he didn’t think so.
Great, now he’d have to call someone to help him and how was he to explain all this to them?
He growled in irritation and he was so annoyed that he didn’t realise his hand had moved away from his chest until it was pulling a hood over his face. “What the fuck?” He reached his other hand to try and stop it but it was too late, the hood was pulled over his face completely.
It felt strange, the rubber blocking his vision and feeling tight against his face and neck. When he regained control enough to move both arms he felt his neck,trying to find where the hood ended and the suit began but it was like it was just one piece of rubber.
He opened his mouth, intending to cry out but instead rubber filled his mouth, silencing him. It felt like how he imagined a ball gag would feel, but it was more than that, the rubber invading his mouth to pin his tongue down. He tried to bite down on the rubber but it did nothing, not that he was surprised by that. Then he felt something wet on his tongue, which he had no choice but to swallow, it tasted like the rubber gag but also slightly salty as well.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it for long as he felt something push between the cheeks of his ass, his eyes going wide. He reached behind himself, though all he could feel was smooth rubber as the thing pressed against his hole and entered him. He groaned at the intrusion, though the gag muffled it and tears filled his eyes as it filled him.
This was wrong, this couldn’t be happening.
He did his best to struggle, trying once again to find a way to get the suit off, but it was futile, his hands just finding smooth rubber, almost moulded to his skin. It was like it was one piece of rubber that had always been there.
Then he stopped, his arms falling to his sides.
While he’d been struggling the rubber that had entered his ass had gotten big, stretching him out as it did so. At first it had hurt and felt like he should stop it but now it felt right to be so filled. He’d been fucked a handful of times but this somehow felt even better than any of those, even though there wasn’t a thrusting man behind it. Maybe it was because there wasn’t one.
His head felt hazy as he swallowed more of the fluid from the gag in his mouth. So many things just felt unimportant to him now. The first of which was getting the suit off. He couldn’t even imagine why he’d want to do that. Why had he been so intent to do so? The tightness of the rubber against his skin, the way it made him sweat, the way it filled him at both ends, it all felt not just good but correct. Right.
The rubber at his crotch tightened against his erection and he would have moaned if he could. He moved his hand to his crotch, rubbing it against the small bulge. He rocked his hips forward to meet his touch, but his hand soon returned to it’s place at his side.
No, it was wrong for him to touch himself.
Instead he just stood still as a statue, letting the suit do what it wanted to him.
Fluid dribbled down his throat and he felt that there was also wetness in his ass, seeping from the rubber that filled him. It also kept moving against his dick in a way he couldn’t describe, sending waves of pleasure through him. All the while his mind felt hazy, like things were fading away from him. He couldn’t place exactly what was leaving him, but it couldn’t have been important.
He felt his orgasm start to build within him, the rubber in his ass pressing against his spot. He would have groaned if he could, he could feel saliva drip down the facial hair on his chin and he was sure if he could see his former face he’d think he’d look like a brain dead slut. That didn’t feel like such a bad thing though.
An intense shiver went through him and he came over the inside of the suit, his eyes lidding in pleasure at his orgasm.
When he opened his eyes again he was confronted by the reflection of himself in the mirror, though the world looked darker now than it was before the hood. The shiny rubber meant that he was completely featureless, with nothing to identify him and that felt right. He was glad he couldn’t see his inked skin of his arms, or his face, or his tiny dick. As he looked at the reflection he knew that he’d not see any of those things again, that he would eventually come to forget what those things looked like.
He’d have smiled if he could.
His eyes caught sight of something propped beside the mirror, something made of wood, with strings along a long neck. He couldn’t remember what it was, but he was sure that it had been important. But whatever it was that was part of the past and, as such, it didn’t mean anything anymore.
He returned his gaze to his reflection and stood there in silence.
***
Matt wasn’t sure how long he had stood there, motionlessly looking at himself. Time wasn’t important, certainly while he was alone. He was, though, disturbed from his stillness by sounds from the other side of the door. It sounded like someone was inside the house. He quickly decided that it wasn’t important, even as the doorknob twisted a few times.
“Open the door.” A voice from the other side spoke up. It was familiar and he had no choice but to obey, walking across the room and bringing a hand up to unlock and open the door.
On the other side was a man who was shorter than him, with muscular arms covered in dark tattoos. Although he’d not seen him in years he recognised him as being Jay. Jay looked him up and down, nodding and smirking before meeting his face. “I see you got our gift. Moose was sure you’d not put it on in the first day, but I knew you would.” He grinned, reaching up to run a hand down the rubber suit. “I have to say it’s definitely an improvement to how you used to look. Now I’ll never have to see that arrogant smirk of yours ever again.”
He withdrew his hand, licking his lips. “But there’ll be time to give you a proper once over once we’re at your new home. Come with me.” He clicked his fingers and turned away and Matt felt compelled to follow him. This wasn’t simply Jay, this was his new owner, his new master.
It didn’t take them long before they were outside and Jay opened the boot of the car that was parked there. “Get in.”
Wordlessly Matt got into the confined space, curling himself up so he could fit. The last thing he saw was his Master’s face smirking at him, before he slammed the door shut, leaving him in darkness.
Pairing: Matt Tuck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, mindbreak
Notes: Set in the same verse as the Asking rubber fics. So I was meaning for the next one to be Ben focussed, but I got this idea and so… it’s been awhile since I’ve done anything bad happening to Tuck (i did start one for kinktober but didn’t finish it) so figure it’s about time
Matt was glad to be back home, mostly being able to sleep in his own bed again. The tour had gone well all things considered, doing a tour playing The Poison in full had felt a bit regressive at first, but he’d been glad to do it in the end. It had been nice to mark the milestone of Bullet making it big and the fans seemed to like it.
Plus it had been great to play the full album without the dead weight of Jay and Moose.
He snorted at the memory of them, glad that the dumb fucks had been ditched from the band long ago. To be honest he hadn’t really thought much of them in recent years but of course playing the first album bought them back.
He had to admit it had been fun with them the first time round, recording the album, performing on tours but over the following tours and albums they became more difficult. They kept mouthing off, making trouble, not doing what they were told. Now things were much better with Jason and Jamie, who just did what Matt wanted without question. The band was much better for having them.
He got out of bed, going to the en suite bathroom to take a piss, sighing as the spray hit the toilet. It was then he heard the doorbell and he cursed end his breath. Why did someone always have to bother him at the worst time.
He finished up, pulling on a dressing gown and headed down to the front door, but when he opened it he found no one was there. Instead there was a box on his doorstep and he frowned slightly, leaning forward to look for whoever delivered it. There was no sign of anyone but that wouldn’t be the first time someone left something without bothering to hand it to him. He guessed it was better than a note telling him it was left with one of his stupid neighbours.
Not that he was even sure what it could be, he hadn’t ordered anything recently. Then again he was used to brands sending him stuff to try and get attention. Or it might have been samples of the next round of merch. He lifted it up, carrying it inside, shutting the door behind him.
Matt carried the package inside, setting it on the dining table before going into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. He made himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip to help wake himself up and he grabbed a knife, heading back to the box and setting the coffee beside it.
There wasn’t a label on the top, so he just used the knife to get through the tape that secured it. The blade easily slide from it and, once it was finished he set the knife down beside it, opening the flaps to see what was inside. Whatever he’d expected to see inside this wasn’t it.
It was some sort of rubber thing, folded up to fit the box.
“For fuck’s sake.” He growled in irritating, starting to look at the box for a label. This had to be a mistake, the delivery driver had probably dumped it on the wrong doorstep and it was for one of his idiot neighbours. He checked every side of the box but there was no sign of anything, there wasn’t a single indication as to where it was meant to be delivered or where it had come from. He even double checked the flaps on the top and lifted it up to check the bottom but there was nothing.
He rubbed his forehead in irritation, taking another long swig of the coffee before looking back inside rhe box. Maybe there was something inside to show who it was meant for so he could get rid of it. He gripped the black rubber, and it unfolded into a full body rubber suit. “Who the fuck would even wear something like this?” He scoffed, dropping it on the table beside the box, peering inside. To his annoyance there wasn’t any paperwork to go along with it, no message as to who it was from, no invoice, nothing.
Which meant he was stuck with this. Great.
He finished his coffee and looked back at the rubber suit, one of the arms hanging off the table. He was sure one of the guys in Funeral was into this kinky perverted shit, maybe he could fob it off to one of them. He’d have to make a call to find out which one it was, but he could do that later.
He grabbed the suit, not wanting to see it anymore and he dumped it back in the box.
***
Matt didn’t have much planned for the day so he decided to head back to bed with a drink and breakfast to relax. After scrolling on his phone for a bit he returned back downstairs, dropping his plate back in the kitchen.
When he returned to the living room, fully intending to go back, he caught sight of the arm of the rubber suit hanging out the box.
He had thought about it while he’d been eating, mostly to puzzle out where it had came from. While he was sure it had been a mistaken delivery, after all there was no label, he did wonder if someone sent it has some sort of prank.
He reached for the sleeve, intending to move it back into the box, but instead he found his fingers enjoying the feel of the rubber under his skin.
He didn’t understand why anyone would have worn such a thing but now he felt it… he was kind of curious.
He withdrew his hand, shaking his head. “Fucking thing.” And then he went back to the kitchen to get a fresh drink.
***
The thought of what the suit would be like was in the back of his mind for the rest of the day, regardless of what he was doing. He wasn’t a degenerate, not like Jay, or Darran, whose name had returned to him, or those guys from Asking. They’d all probably have put it on without so much as a thought as to where it had came from. But still, that curiosity was there.
And so here he was, looking at the rubber suit which he laid back on the table. He was debating trying it on, because it couldn’t hurt to see what the fuss is all about and at least it would kill that curiosity. He touched the rubber again, tracing his hand along the front of it for a few more moments, enjoying how the shiny rubber felt.
He grabbed the suit and took it upstairs.
Even though he was completely alone he locked his bedroom door behind him before tossing the rubber onto the bed. He stripped off the few pieces of clothing he’d put on over the course of the day until he was fully naked, standing in front of it. He felt a little ridiculous, not even sure how he’d put the suit on. It was a full body suit, all in one piece. “How the fuck do I get this on?” He muttered to himself, reaching down and trying to find an opening.
Almost as soon as he touched it he found it, an opening that went down the middle of front of the suit. He must have missed it as it was stuck together, like how you couldn’t find the end of a roll of sticky tape unless your nails caught it. He set the suit down, stepping inside and pulling the rubber suit up his legs.
The suit felt a little tight as it clung to his skin but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Once he’d pulled it over his legs he pulled it higher to cover his body then he slipped his hands into his sleeves, his fingers sliding into the gloves at the end of them. It felt a little strange, a little tight, but also good too. He had a mirror in the corner of the room that he used when he was trying on things for photo shoots and he went over to it, looking at himself to see what he looked like.
His body below the neck was completely covered in rubber and he had to admit the shiny substance did look good on him. It clung to his body tightly and he felt his cock stiffen slightly in arousal at the feeling. Maybe Darran was onto something with the rubber fixation he had.
He reached down, giving his bulge a squeeze through the rubber and he felt over it, looking to see if there was a way of opening to get his dick out. He found nothing.
He moved his hand higher, but he couldn’t find the opening that he’d used to get in the suit either. He bought his other hand up to, feeling over his chest for it but it was no good. It was like it had sealed him in. “What the actual shit?” He growled in annoyance, feeling over himself again, having no luck. Maybe it was just his rubber fingers not being able to find it but he didn’t think so.
Great, now he’d have to call someone to help him and how was he to explain all this to them?
He growled in irritation and he was so annoyed that he didn’t realise his hand had moved away from his chest until it was pulling a hood over his face. “What the fuck?” He reached his other hand to try and stop it but it was too late, the hood was pulled over his face completely.
It felt strange, the rubber blocking his vision and feeling tight against his face and neck. When he regained control enough to move both arms he felt his neck,trying to find where the hood ended and the suit began but it was like it was just one piece of rubber.
He opened his mouth, intending to cry out but instead rubber filled his mouth, silencing him. It felt like how he imagined a ball gag would feel, but it was more than that, the rubber invading his mouth to pin his tongue down. He tried to bite down on the rubber but it did nothing, not that he was surprised by that. Then he felt something wet on his tongue, which he had no choice but to swallow, it tasted like the rubber gag but also slightly salty as well.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it for long as he felt something push between the cheeks of his ass, his eyes going wide. He reached behind himself, though all he could feel was smooth rubber as the thing pressed against his hole and entered him. He groaned at the intrusion, though the gag muffled it and tears filled his eyes as it filled him.
This was wrong, this couldn’t be happening.
He did his best to struggle, trying once again to find a way to get the suit off, but it was futile, his hands just finding smooth rubber, almost moulded to his skin. It was like it was one piece of rubber that had always been there.
Then he stopped, his arms falling to his sides.
While he’d been struggling the rubber that had entered his ass had gotten big, stretching him out as it did so. At first it had hurt and felt like he should stop it but now it felt right to be so filled. He’d been fucked a handful of times but this somehow felt even better than any of those, even though there wasn’t a thrusting man behind it. Maybe it was because there wasn’t one.
His head felt hazy as he swallowed more of the fluid from the gag in his mouth. So many things just felt unimportant to him now. The first of which was getting the suit off. He couldn’t even imagine why he’d want to do that. Why had he been so intent to do so? The tightness of the rubber against his skin, the way it made him sweat, the way it filled him at both ends, it all felt not just good but correct. Right.
The rubber at his crotch tightened against his erection and he would have moaned if he could. He moved his hand to his crotch, rubbing it against the small bulge. He rocked his hips forward to meet his touch, but his hand soon returned to it’s place at his side.
No, it was wrong for him to touch himself.
Instead he just stood still as a statue, letting the suit do what it wanted to him.
Fluid dribbled down his throat and he felt that there was also wetness in his ass, seeping from the rubber that filled him. It also kept moving against his dick in a way he couldn’t describe, sending waves of pleasure through him. All the while his mind felt hazy, like things were fading away from him. He couldn’t place exactly what was leaving him, but it couldn’t have been important.
He felt his orgasm start to build within him, the rubber in his ass pressing against his spot. He would have groaned if he could, he could feel saliva drip down the facial hair on his chin and he was sure if he could see his former face he’d think he’d look like a brain dead slut. That didn’t feel like such a bad thing though.
An intense shiver went through him and he came over the inside of the suit, his eyes lidding in pleasure at his orgasm.
When he opened his eyes again he was confronted by the reflection of himself in the mirror, though the world looked darker now than it was before the hood. The shiny rubber meant that he was completely featureless, with nothing to identify him and that felt right. He was glad he couldn’t see his inked skin of his arms, or his face, or his tiny dick. As he looked at the reflection he knew that he’d not see any of those things again, that he would eventually come to forget what those things looked like.
He’d have smiled if he could.
His eyes caught sight of something propped beside the mirror, something made of wood, with strings along a long neck. He couldn’t remember what it was, but he was sure that it had been important. But whatever it was that was part of the past and, as such, it didn’t mean anything anymore.
He returned his gaze to his reflection and stood there in silence.
***
Matt wasn’t sure how long he had stood there, motionlessly looking at himself. Time wasn’t important, certainly while he was alone. He was, though, disturbed from his stillness by sounds from the other side of the door. It sounded like someone was inside the house. He quickly decided that it wasn’t important, even as the doorknob twisted a few times.
“Open the door.” A voice from the other side spoke up. It was familiar and he had no choice but to obey, walking across the room and bringing a hand up to unlock and open the door.
On the other side was a man who was shorter than him, with muscular arms covered in dark tattoos. Although he’d not seen him in years he recognised him as being Jay. Jay looked him up and down, nodding and smirking before meeting his face. “I see you got our gift. Moose was sure you’d not put it on in the first day, but I knew you would.” He grinned, reaching up to run a hand down the rubber suit. “I have to say it’s definitely an improvement to how you used to look. Now I’ll never have to see that arrogant smirk of yours ever again.”
He withdrew his hand, licking his lips. “But there’ll be time to give you a proper once over once we’re at your new home. Come with me.” He clicked his fingers and turned away and Matt felt compelled to follow him. This wasn’t simply Jay, this was his new owner, his new master.
It didn’t take them long before they were outside and Jay opened the boot of the car that was parked there. “Get in.”
Wordlessly Matt got into the confined space, curling himself up so he could fit. The last thing he saw was his Master’s face smirking at him, before he slammed the door shut, leaving him in darkness.
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Loved how it opened with Tuck moaning about Jay and Moose being dead weight, and how he is pleased to have Jamie and Jason because they don't bite back and just do what he wants. No love lost there eh. You can really feel the malice (and I enjoy the juxtaposition against his later thoughts too).
Tuck's instant reaction at the rubber being one of disgust, hah. I loved that James reacted with intrigue despite being unfamiliar with rubber and was so chilled and happy, whereas Tuck was just offended that someone dared to send him it. And lol at the comment about Darran (who he couldn't even be bothered to remember the name of) being into kinky perverted shit. :D
But of course we know his way of thinking will soon change, and I like that he only has to touch it in order to get ideas. Even if he is far too bull-headed and stubborn for it to fully take root immediately 👀 But the more he touches it, the more it starts to take over, even if he doesn't realise it straight away.
I liked how he was a bit quicker to become fully covered...James remained curious, slowly putting it on and admiring every step, but Tuck just seems to lose control quicker somehow, with it barely taking any time for him to pull it on all the way and immediately put the hood on. Yes, very good hah. And I liked how he only started fighting when he didn't have an escape and he became gagged (like he deserves to be).
I also liked how he reacted with annoyance and indignance, over anything else, and then when the rubber fully 'takes over', the way he just instantly stops as he improves himself with all those thoughts leaving his head. 👀 Like how he is confused about why he was desperate to get the suit off, and how it feels correct to be filled. Thoughts that have no place in Tuck's head, but they certainly belong in his head now...
The way you can still see the hints of Tuck are great as well. Referring to himself as a 'braindead slut', for example. I like how the remnants are somewhat against him, demeaning him somehow. But I appreciate it even more that he now feels pleased about being filled, pleased about being featureless, and how his mind emptying is the best thing to happen to him. 👀
The ending was absolutely PERFECT. I loved how they just showed up immediately calling the shots. And the way Jay ordered him to open the door before he even saw him, and how he just obeyed without question...yes I much prefer this version of him, heh.
I'm curious to know what comes next though. If the suit is completely sealed, does that mean that Jay and Moose are essentially keeping him as a trophy? (Also yesss with Tuck out the picture Jamie can take his rightful place as a frontman/guitarist, heh)
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That was the first thing that came to mind, that one line and I knew I had,to do something with it. I knew playing The Poison would remind him of them even if he didn’t want to. And yeah he’s glad they’re more ‘obedient’ too! Yeah I wanted to make sure his tuckness shone through heh
Yeah it’s an interesting contrast! He’s definitely offended by its mere presence as opposed to James who was intruiged by it right away. Of course! I had to include a Darran mention😏 and tuck being a dick about him too
Yeah! 😏 It takes a little bit longer with him because of that bullheadedness, but of course he’s got no choice in the end
I figured he’d not be quite as careful or slow as James, just putting the whole thing on in one go. Then once it is it just takes advantage to pull the hood on. And yeah it’s the gagging that gets him (cause we all know he can’t keep his mouth shut hee!) at least now he can’t run his mouth off again!
Yeah, like with how fast he put it on I figured he’d try and get it off more than the others, but of course the fight soon leaves him too😏yeah those bad thoughts have gone away replaced by new and improved good ones that definitely belong there now!
Yeah there’s still bits of the old him at that point (and I love he thought of himself like that too!) but even they will fade soon and it’s definitely an improvement!
I knew from the start it would end with Jay coming to get him like that so I’m glad you approve! He’s definitely much more compliant now! I figure that Jay has something (i say something I haven’t settled on what) that gives him control, so Matt has no choice but to obey him and recognise him as his knew owner.
Maybe I’ll do a follow up with exactly what happens heh! Being a trophy is a good way of looking at it. I figure they’d also punish him for being Tuck (possibly using him as a punching bag!) and maybe using him as a chair if not being able to use his holes.
(I agree though Jamie is Bullet’s frontman now! Well, after they at least attempt to look for him)
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His Tuckness definitely shone through! I wonder what the other guys thoughts on the Poison tour are, just out of curiosity.
Yep. James is just genuinely quite nice so he doesn't react with immediate disgust despite not necessarily being a rubber fan, whereas Tuck is just like "get this thing away from me, I need to offload it to the loser in Funeral" lmao
Yea, he seemes annoyed/concerned when he can't get it off but when he loses the ability to talk, that's when he gets super mad! I get it, bigmouth like him unable to talk, bet he's raging!
That makes sense, I was curious about what made him have the control and figured there would be something Jay would have to do in order to have that control!
I wouldn't say no, as I am mildly intrigued :P
And heh, ngl, kinda love that no matter what 'universe' either of us write Tuck in, there's always something that happens that causes Tuck to leave Bullet and for Jamie to have the opportunity to replace
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Definitely! I figure for Jay and Moose it was a reminder of their time in the band, which probably helped to bring back memories and deciding to do this. (Though im not sure on Padge’s thoughts)
Yeah I figured James is more chill and just hadn’t had the opportunity to do anything with it so his thoughts on seeing it was ‘oh well I guess I could see what it’s like’ whereas Tucks the exact opposite! Yeah exactly!
Exactly! Like being restrained by it is one thing being gagged sets him off😂
Yeah Jay definitely has a thing that makes him obey. So say if Jamie or Padge had turned up instead and asked Tuck to open the door he’d have just done nothing and ignored them
Hee I might see what comes to mind! It’s funny how I’ve essentially been controlled by the rubber too to make more of it instead of other things😂
Yeah! It’s what they both deserve honestly!
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That's fair! Also is it bad that me and my boyfriend both booked tickets to the tour because we were quite stoked to see The Poison and Ascendancy in full...only for us to both immediately do a U-turn as soon as Orbit Culture were announced and we are now just stoked to see them on a big stage 🤣🤣
Yeah I liked how they were polar opposites, they contrasted nicely even though they were in separate fics.
Well yeah, Tuck probably hates being gagged most of all 👀
Interesting 👀 yeah that makes sense!
And hahaha yeah they do deserve it 🤣🤣 not a day goes by where if Bullet gets mentioned, I get butthurt about Jamie being WASTED as their bassist 🤣🤣🤣
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Oh wow! I’m glad you’ll get to see them! I did consider going but haven’t even looked it up😅
Yeah they really are and Yayy🖤
Definitely! That’s why he definitely needs it😏
😏😏 imight have to do that follow yo🤔
Yeah I feel you there!
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Yeah! I've seen The Poison in full already and it was pretty fun, so we were excited for that and also we both love Ascendancy, but genuinely we are both more excited about seeing Orbit Culture now lol. Have you heard of them? If not pls feel free to start with this! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3-xZgLHhJ0
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Ohh nice! I’ve not really heard much of Trivium (I know I did a bit awhile ago but I dunno which album it was) I’d not heard of them! And now I was finally able to listen! They were pretty good! I liked the drummer and guy with all the tattoos 👀 and the singer’s impressive how easily he switches between regular singing and the more growly stuff
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I quite like them! My boyfriend is a bigger fan than me, they're pretty fun live. We saw them most recently headlining with Bleed From Within and Orbit Culture as support and they were great (although the supports were better lol). Glad you liked Orbit, they're fucking siiiiiiiiiiiiiick ♥ They're from Sweden which means they must be good