#Took Music Man about 20 more times before he realized

[fnafverse-quotes]

El Chip: *trying to translate one of his ads over to English* Hey Big M, spell Orange for me?

Music Man: The color, or the fruit?

El Chip: … Okay. I want you to say that again, but slower.

[kinda-cute-kinda-insane]

BNHA with Idol!reader

How did they got caught having an idol as their s/o?

Characters : Tenya Iida, Jirou kyoka, Denki Kaminari, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki.

Reader gender is never mentioned, reader is a stereotypical cutesy idol, Aizawa’s reader is in their 20’s (while with the student they are the same age), no content warning I just want something adorable the manga’s been stressing me out lmao. Sorry if I get the first name and last name of the characters mixed up, I’m kind of stupid.

Uraraka have been finding it weird how her friend have been playing some idol group videos lately. She never thought that her stiff class president will be the type to listen to these kind of music. Look she’s not one to judge here she just finds it kind of odd.

She would have expected Iida to listen some kind of classical music, you know like any other rich kids.

So today she will no longer die of her own curiosity “Hey Iida, I want to ask you something serious,” she said. Emphasizing the word serious.

The said man immediately put his attention on her “what is it Uraraka-kun?” He answered. “Not to sound judgmental or anything,” she clarified before continuing. “I’m curious, why have you been watching (group name) nonstop?” She asked. Iida grew tense at the question (if that’s even possible considering how stiff he usually is)

“Oh yeah, I thought I was the only one who noticed that,” Their green haired friend added. While the dual colored hair boy just nodded his head, still chewing his food.

“Well I believe it is wrong to lie to our friends, but I hope you all can keep this a secret,” He said. They all gave him a nod.

He then explained how that one time his pro-hero older brother Ingenium have saved you back then from a creepy stalker. Tensei being the older brother he is tried to get you and Tenya to be together once he noticed that you both were the same age.

He can’t help it, you are such a nice person and he thinks his younger brother really needs to have some high-school romance in his life. Surprisingly you agreed.

You both went to dates (secretly) and you can’t help but find Tenya personality to be so charming, and he could say the same too.

“Although this relationship might seem not professional for the both of us considering their job as an idol and me as a hero in training,” he pushed up his glasses. “I hope you guys can keep our relationship a secret until we both decide to go public our self thank you.” He smiled at his friends.

‘Well that was even more unexpected’ Uraraka thought, but after realizing she began to squeal at how cute you both are. Midoriya is asking a lot of questions, while Tenya tried to tell the both of them to lower their voice down.

While Todoroki is just, well, eating. What a cool guy.

Mina was just minding her own business walking to the dorms living room, only to find a phone unattended on that table. Obviously being the kind friend she is she took the phone to give it back to whoever own the phone.

She turn on the phone to find some band she didn’t recognize, but she saw this on Jirou dorm room before. So this must be hers!

She turn around the phone to see the phone case, just in case if her guess is wrong. To her surprise she see a clear case. But that’s not what took her by surprise, it’s the photo card of (your idol name) sitting back there.

How come she never noticed this? Well this will be some good teasing material to her purple haired friend later.

“Oh hey Mina.” There it is the star of the show. “Have you seen my phone?” She asked. The pink haired girl smiled teasingly.

‘I don’t feel so good about this’ Jirou internally panicked. “Yeah I do,” Mina walked closer. “But, you have to answer my question first” she said.

“Okay, sure,” the purple haired girl answered. Thinking it was probably just a question about who her crush is. If so she can just easily shrugged it off, like always.

“Why do you have (your idol name) on your phone case,” Mina wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. Jirou not expecting the question grew flustered.

Shit, how could she forget about that. She just wanted to put your picture on her phone case as a sign of support on your music career (and also so she can easily stare at your photo when she missed you) she didn’t expect one of her friend to saw it. Even worse that Mina is the one who caught her, oh she’ll be living a hell of a teasing from the pink skinned girl.

“Come on answer me~” she said teasingly. “No reason!” Jirou tried to deny, looking away from her friend.

“Who would’ve thought our dark and mysterious girl Kyoka Jirou is actually a softie who enjoys cutesy music,” Mina poke her friend arms teasingly.

“It’s not like that!”

“Mhm, I trust you girl”

They both went back and fourth with the teasing and denying. Mina flipped the phone to show the lock screen to tease how different her friend true music taste is.

But a notification came up instead, catching both of the girls attention.

‘Y/n 💖 : are you still free for the date next week babe?’ It reads.

They both freezed immediately. “WHAT.” Mina screamed. Jirou tried to shut her friend by putting her hands on her mouth “quiet down!”

“Holy shit you gotta spill the tea to me girl,” Mina said her eyes still glued on the notification.

Jirou surrendered and tell her the stories how you both met because of her parents connection to your group agencies.

Mina agreed to keep her mouth shut, by the price of a signed photo card of you. Can’t really blame her, she’s just a girl.

Kaminari is the kind of person to say some stupid shit on the daily just for shit and giggles.

So when he claimed out loud to his friend group that (your idol name) and him is in a relationship nobody took him seriously. No one, even his best bro Sero. What a betrayal.

But even then he never stop proudly claiming his tittle as your boyfriend. Though it’s kind of strange how he only ever say those things to his closest friend group not the whole class like always.

It’s like he doesn’t want everyone but his close friends to know…

Anyway-

He managed to get himself injured during his internship and you’re worried, ever since the attack on the USJ your worry on your boyfriend has grown increasingly.

But luckily today, your manager actually let you visit him due to your free schedule today. She only tell you to be careful of the paparazzi which you successfully managed to run away from.

“Geez how long did the doctors said you will be here for?” You asked, while feeding him the warm food. “Eh, I dunno,” he shrugged. “I forgot.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Seriously you have to be more careful, you got me worried sick.” You sighed. “Sorry, it’s just how the hero work is y’know?”

“Still, I want you to be more careful next time,” you huffed. “Aw, I’m sorry baby.” He apologized, looking at your cute pouting face.

“Come here give me a hug,” you only stared at him. “Please?” You gave in and stood up to give him a hug.

He enjoyed the warmth of the hug only to be interrupted.

“Holy shit,” both Mina and Sero gasped. While Bakugo just stood there with a scowl on his face at the display of affection(boo what a hater)

“Oh, you guys must be Kaminari’s friends right?” You slowly let go of the hug and gave them a smile. “I think Kaminari have told you guys about our relationship, even though I told him not to.” You looked at him saying the last part. “But, thanks for keeping it a secret you guys” you said giving them all a warm smile.

“Holy shit you were not lying at all,” Sero looked at the both of you in shock.

“Bro?!”

Hizashi has been making fun of his friend Shouta. Because of the merch of (your idol name) scattered around his apartment.

But the dark haired man always claims that those merch was all Eri’s idea. The little girl always say yes about it with a little giggles coming from her.

So today he decided to drag Nemuri to also make fun of Shouta comically out of place idol merch. Compared to his dark interior (besides Eri’s room) it’s just so funny to see (your idol name) poster just hanging there in his living room.

They both stand in front of the door trying to hold their laugh as they hear a song from (idol group) blasting inside of the apartment. A faint sounds of Eri singing along the lyrics.

Hizashi opened the door, that is surprisingly unlocked. They find the living room empty so they both walked into the kitchen to find Eri being carried by-

(Your idol name)!?

You stood there in your casual clothes while holding Eri in your arms as you both waited for the apple pie to bake. “Hi guys!” Eri greeted the two adults standing.

They both stood there with shock in their face to find a celebrity stand inside the home of their friend. Hizashi then let out the loudest scream you’ve ever heard in your life. Your face grimaced at the loud voice ringing in your ears.

“What happened?” Shota ran into the kitchen panicking. Only to find two of his friends standing there “What the hell, what are you two doing here?” He asked. No response from the two of them. The blonde still shocked while the dark haired woman smirked teasingly.

“How the hell did you two even get inside?” He asked in annoyance. “Sorry babe, I forgot to lock the door earlier”

“BABE!?” Hizashi screamed again. “Holy shit this is so entertaining,” Nemuri laughed then reached for her phone, wanting to ask for a picture with you.

“Both of you leave, now” Shouta said, annoyed now that his calm and quiet weekend (with his beloved and daughter) is ruined.

Fuyumi has noticed how her youngest brother have been smiling a lot lately. Especially while on his phone. Truly she is happy to see how cheerful her youngest brother lately but she can’t help it to be so curious on why or what have been making him so happy.

Not to mention few weeks ago he asked her “What flowers do people usually buy for their partner?” Now that got her really curious.

Now she decided to follow her brother on the weekends to see who this mysterious person really is. “Is this really a good idea?” -While also dragging Natsuo into this mess.

“Well I’m just curious on who have been making my younger brother so happy lately,” she said. Natsuo rolled his eyes at the ridiculous excuse from his sister.

But he is also curious. Always being away due to college, he never saw a lot of things happen in the house these days. So to think of his younger brother who usually have a blank reaction suddenly all lovey dovey is kind of funny. And kind of terrifying.

“Maybe he’s just like those other teenage boys who like idols,” He said watching his younger brother walk into a venue where a new group was performing.

“But he bought flowers see?” Fuyumi denied pointing at the flowers her younger brother is carrying. “Fans give idols gifts all the time,” He replied.

“How did you know?”

“Anyway, this is ridiculous just let him watch his concert in peace.” He sighed. “No we must go inside, maybe he’s waiting for them inside.” She dragged her brother to the front gate.

Paying for the on the spot tickets that are quite worth the money. Such dedication thrown to know who this mysterious person is.

“This is ridiculous,” Natsuo said holding the light stick in his hands. Fuyumi only focused on her youngest brother smiling as he watched the group perform on stage.

This went for an hour until eventually the concert is now over. “See?” Natsuo pointed out. “But wait, he’s not leaving yet,” Fuyumi said suspiciously looking at Shoto. “Look!” She pointed at her youngest brother walking away to the backstage.

They both watch from afar as the venue is now empty, only the staff were present. And Shoto, too.

Fuyumi grip on Natsuo shoulders tightened as she see you walking out to greet Shoto. Which he replied with a bright smile.

Shoto then gave you the bouquet of flowers. You gave him a hug and a small peck on the lips before leading him to the backstage to hang out.

The other member greeted him watching you lead him to your changing room. You both enjoyed the food Shoto had ordered for delivery having your own little date.

“Holy fuck.” Natsuo breathed out. “Language! But yes indeed.” Fuyumi scolded then agreed to her younger brother.

Since then Fuyumi started listening to (idol group) music and watching interviews with you in it. And she’s glad to see how kind you are, and she believes you to be as kind and fun as you are in real life. I mean how can you jot charm her younger brother then?

While Natsuo let’s just say he’s been laughing at how ridiculous and funny the situation is. Maybe he’s also kind of envious that his younger brother is already in a relationship before him. Not to mention with an idol too.

[tenchikotheartist]

Frick it, we ball

KISMET HEADCANNONS for some future fan stuff I wanna make... Goes with this post kinda

Under a cut because it's LONG (the fixation has been REAL)

Gen

They band was formed shortly after the events of Trolls 1. It's the only way they make sense in my mind's timeline.

Branch was trying to get more involved with Troll village without relying on Poppy to connect him with people. He formed his own group of friends, and they became Kismet after realizing how much they enjoyed harmonizing/performing together.

These guys give me frat boy energy for some reason. They just collectively become more chaotic when they're around each other. Yes, even Branch. He and Hype play hot potato with the braincell because otherwise, nothing would get done in this group.

As they got to know one another, teasing one another became their primary love language. Lots of jabs and quips will fly among them when they're together, but they each know it's all in good fun.

Branch

Branch kept his involvement in the band a secret because, well...y'know. He has complicated history with being in a boyband, so he wanted to explore his feelings about Kismet without being bombarded with input from people outside the group.

He's fond of his friends and genuinely enjoys being a part of the band though! He just wants to be sure he's a part of this boy band because he's happy being with them and not because he's trying to recapture something he'd lost 20 years ago.

At first, the others were (understandably) hurt by Branch's desire to keep his place in the band a secret, but after he explained his reasons, they were willing to support him.

They were absolutely thrilled when he finally becomes open about the band though!

During the secrecy period, when he performs in Pop Village, he hides his identity behind a disguise that somehow works (Branch, every time it works: "wtf????"), and he goes by a stage name.

Hype

Officially the group leader, but he's more of a mediator than anything. He relies on the rest of the group to give their input for any big band decisions, but he coordinates band meetings, schedules gigs, and works out compromises if there's any group conflicts.

He and Branch had been childhood friends before The Incident(s) estranged them. Back in the Troll Tree, they'd been neighbors whose parents (Branch's grandma; Hype's mom) set up on frequent playdates, so they'd been really close.

They reconnected after the events of movie 1, Hype introduced Branch to Trickee and later Boom. Trickee brought in Ablaze and the rest was history.

Hype is a social butterly but he's otherwise one of the more calm personalities in the group. He feeds off of other people's energy and is a bit of a people-pleaser. Luckily, he's pretty good at finding the right crowd to run with, otherwise he'd probably land in so much trouble.

Boom

Hype's cousin, and a big party person! Before the band took off, he DJ'd at a party venue in Pop Village. That same place was also where Kismet got their first gig!

He loves loud music and flashy parties where he can shine on the dance floor and make memories people he may only know for a night.

Peak ADHD Energy™. He's a chatterbox. He has no volume control. He tunnel visions so hard, he becomes that B99 headphones meme. The man has cool guy syndrome, no doubt about it!

For the creation of the Band earliest albums, Boom took charge as the producer. He loves messing with music, mixing and remixing sounds on his free time and experimenting with the genre.

Trickee

A thrill-seeking menace to society. He's adventurous and loves taking huge risks for the adrenaline rush. He's the type of guy who would go down a waterfall in a barrel or ski down a dangerous mountain just to see if he survives it.

Everyone in the band is in agreement about protecting Trickee from his own shenanigans. They are 70% of his self-preservation senses.

He also loves a party scene and can often be found with Boom leading the charge towards any good time.

You know that sense of dread before performing in front of a crowd? The way your belly flips and your heart races and you're sure you're shaking hard enough for everyone to see? Trickee lives for that shit when he's in the band. The jitters can get to him, for sure, but afterwards, the man is LIVING from coming out alive on the other side, and he's sharing that thrill with everyone else in the band!

Ablaze

A Rock Troll who has lived among the Pop Trolls since he was a teenager. He stumbled across them while looking for a place to belong, and despite what he was raised to believe about Pop Trolls, he came to love their warmth and friendliness. So he moved in and let everyone assume he was just an odd-looking Pop Troll.

He an Trickee are housemates (podmates?)--not for romantic reasons but because they're longtime friends. When Trickee moved out of his family's home, Ablaze invited him over, and they liked the living arrangement enough to keep it permanent.

At first, Ablaze isn't open about his identity as a Rock Troll, but as he grew closer with the other members of Kismet, he came out to them. By the events of Trolls 2, he's open about being a Rock Troll.

Ablaze's personality sits somewhere in the realm of both chaotic and laid back. On the outside, he's usually pretty chill, but if Boom or Trickee have trouble afoot, Ablaze is usually there egging them on in the background, much to Branch's dismay.

He becomes extremely energetic when he's performing. The more exciting the song, the more vibrant he becomes! The energy is one of the reasons he loves pop music so much, but he can also get hyped from performing rock music. He gets kinda intense though lmao.

The first time the rest of Kismet sees him jamming to rock, they're like "OH. He's definitely a rock troll O_O" They support their rock-n-roll brethren 🤟😔

He has a special interest in fire, particularly fireworks. Back in Pop Village, he even made a business of it, making small rockets, sparklers, and other celebratory items for all your Pop party needs.

Anyway that's all the headcannon stuff I'll share for now. Hope y'all liked reading xD I'm really hoping my attention span will stick around long enough for me to share more in the future, because this fixation has been A Time™/pos

[melodygatesauthor]

Worth the Risk - Part 1: The Dishwasher

bfd!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Series Masterlist - AO3 LINK

Summary

You're visiting your home town on college break and you are staying overnight at your best friend's house. You never realized how attractive her dad was until that night. You wonder if he feels the same.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, forbidden relationship, reader is in her 20s, best friend's dad!Santi, Santiago is a dirty man y'all, not much else to say, smut, depraved, corruption kink

Word Count: 3.7k

Also, this tied in with a request from @romanarose <3 thank you bb for requesting!

“It’s been so long.” You said, wrapping your arms around your friend tightly.

You took in her smell, so happy to see her again after so much time had gone by. It had only been a few months, but it felt like years sometimes.

“I know!” She yelled in your ear before pulling back to look you up and down. “How have you been?”

You sighed, “I’ve been pretty good, wanted to make sure I came to see you for the night before going back to school.”

“I’m sorry about Cody.” She gave you a sympathetic look.

“It’s fine I-” you started, but then you caught her father out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey…!” Mr. Garcia said, coming up behind Maria with a smile 

“Hey Mr. Garcia.” You said, wrapping your arms around him.

“How long is it going to take for you to start calling me Santi? Or at least Santiago?” He smirked. “You make me feel old.”

“You are old, dad.” Maria said, chuckling. “Come on, let’s go to my room.” Your friend grabbed your hand and tugged you along.

Goodness you’ve grown, Santi thought, watching you run off with Maria. Over the last couple years, since you’d started going to college, your schedule didn’t line up with the times Maria had been at his house, and he hadn’t seen you in a long time. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Maria’s room hadn’t changed since you last saw it. It was still pink and bubbly, matching her personality perfectly. You always thought she had the coolest window, fit with a reading nook and big sheer curtains. You sat down on her bed, dropped your duffle bag on the floor, and she went to her desk, opening her laptop. She put on some pop music in the background and then turned to you.

“So, spill it, what happened with Cody?” She asked, giving you a devilish smirk. “Tell me all the dirty details. I wanna know how you fucked him over.”

You rolled your eyes. “I already told you over the phone. He cheated on me.” You sighed, “can we please just not do this right now? I…I don’t really wanna talk about him. He’s a loser.”

“With his ex? What’s her name?” You watched her open a browser and get onto her social media account.

“I really don’t want to do this Maria, can we just forget about it? Please?” You begged.

She looked at you, her eyes said she was ignoring your request to stop and wanted you to tell her anyway, but eventually she gave up, closing the browser.

“You’re so boring. Fine.” She groaned. “So other than that, what have you been up to?”

You told her everything you’d done over the last few months. You talked about your parents, any cute professors you had, and new friends you’d met. The conversation moved on to her talking about a new guy she met at her school. She’d stayed more local than you had, but you were only a few hours away. She then told you about how she was madly in love with him before she got on talking about how annoying her father could be.

“You know how he is. When the guy came over for dinner the other night dad got all, you’d better take good care of her.” She scoffed. “He’s such an old man.”

“He just worries about you.” You reminded her. “And he’s not that old. My dad is old.” You chuckled. “Your dad is like forty.”

“Yeah.” She said looking at you incredulously, “old.”

“Girls! Come on down, it’s time for dinner!” He called up.

You followed Maria down the stairs and to the kitchen. Santi always made the best meals when you would come over during your high school days, and now was no different. You sat down to his right and thanked him for dinner, a soft smirk spread across his lips. You took a sip of your water.

Santiago tried to keep his eyes on your face, but your tank top left little to the imagination. Weren’t you too young to be dressing like that? No, of course not, you were an adult now. His throat bobbed when he gulped, blinking and trying to peel his gaze away from the beautiful way your breasts pushed together. Were you even wearing a bra? Did he forget to turn the heat up?

“Dad?”

You saw Santi visibly jump when he looked over at Maria. Had he been staring at you? You didn’t realize until you looked up and thought you’d seen his eyes on you. Heat rose to your cheeks.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, raising his eyebrows toward Maria.

“Can you pass the butter?” He sucked in a deep breath, “yeah, here you go.” He handed it to her. “So…” he said your name, “Maria tells me that you’re going through a breakup?” He raised his dark brows when he looked at you.

“Um…” You felt awkward talking about it in front of him. You didn’t know why she always had to make your business everyone’s business. “Yeah. I’d rather not talk about it though.”

“Those boys your age are the worst. Trust me.” He bit into his food, and you did the same.

You smirked, “yeah, I think the next guy I date should be someone older. I’m sick of boys.”

Santi almost choked on his food, having to remind himself to chew before he swallowed his piece of steak whole. He passed a glance at you, your eyes met. You could see what was happening. It had never occurred to you, having an interest in your best friend’s dad, but he was very handsome. You licked your lips before breaking eye contact and looking back down at your plate.

Maria took the conversation away, going on about her new business class, which she hadn’t had a chance to tell you about earlier. Neither you or Santiago were listening. You were thinking about this weird feeling you had. You’d never thought about him like that before, but now you were remembering all the times you’d seen him at the pool, or coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist.

Mr. Garcia…

At some point during the meal, you looked over and noticed Santi looking at you, and you quickly looked away, not sure what he was looking at you for. There was no way that he felt the same, right? This was just a silly crush forming, nothing serious. This was one of those things that young adults did right? It was just foolish.

You gulped down some more water, trying to clear your thoughts, but then clumsily dropped it on the table, and the water trailed off into Santi’s lap.

“Shit.” You muttered, grabbing your napkin and quickly rushing over.

You had been so worried about the fact that you spilled the liquid on him, that you didn’t think about how inappropriate it probably was to be patting your friend’s dad’s thigh. Santi was in shock, sitting there immobile at your quick hands patting over his lap in repetition. His thoughts were dirty, filthy even. You were so sweet, not realizing the effect you had on him at that moment.

All at once you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you dropped the towel in his lap.

“I’m-uh-I’m really sorry.” You stepped back, finally realizing the awkwardness you’d caused.

“No it’s…” He caught your gaze with an intense stare. “It’s fine.” His eyes lingered on yours for a second too long before he looked back down at his lap. “I’m gonna go change.” He dropped the towel on the table.

“Mr. Gar-I mean, Santi, I’m really-”

“It’s fine, it’s just water. Maria, clean up please.” He stood up and rushed away quickly.

He ran to his room and slammed the door behind him, pressing his back to the wall. His breathing was staggered and heavy. He locked the door and unbuttoned his wet pants. When you’d spilled the water and then rushed over, pressing your hands and towel to his thigh, you’d brushed up along his cock. He always thought you were a pretty girl, but he also always stopped it at that. Any further thought would have been downright inappropriate.

He couldn’t help himself now though. He pulled down his boxer-briefs and jeans and stepped out of them. His cock was aching, standing erect, already leaking from the head. His hand fisted around it. You’d hardly touched him, but then again, it had been so long since he’d felt anyone’s grip besides his own. He spit into his hand, lubricating his palm so it would glide over the length of his member. For a second he thought about you, and how much he’d love to feel you-

“Fuck.” He said to himself alone.

He removed his hand from himself, and stood there for a while letting his cock soften. He couldn’t go on thinking like that. He couldn’t possibly imagine himself jerking to completion at the thought of his daughter’s best friend. Yes, you were an adult, but you were so much younger than him, it wasn’t right. He couldn’t bear what his daughter would think\ if she found out. She would hate him. Not to mention, a girl like you, who looked the way you did, probably wouldn’t even be interested in someone like him, nevermind the fact that he was your friend’s dad.

“I’m gonna go check on him.” Maria said to you when Santi had been gone for quite some time. “Do you mind putting the dishes in the dishwasher? You can come up to my room when you’re done.”

“Yeah sure.” You said, starting to clear the table.

He was changed and in the hall by the time Maria came up. He asked where you were, and she told him you were loading the dishwasher. All too eagerly, he trekked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. He was prepared to tell you that you didn’t have to finish and you could go right up to hang out with Maria, but when he saw you, or rather, your prominent rear, he couldn’t speak.

You were bent down, the bottoms of your cheeks were peeking out through the hem of your shorts. He ran a hand over his mouth while he stared shamelessly at you. The work he’d done to focus his cock into softening was all for nothing now. You were really testing his self control.

When you spun around, you saw Santi standing there. He jumped nearly five feet when you saw him, and you did the same. You grabbed the kitchen counter and breathed heavily.

“Jesus, Santi, I didn’t see you there.” You chuckled nervously. “You scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckled too, “likewise. You don’t have to do that, the dishes, I can finish up. Maria always finds a way to get out of doing the shit I ask her to.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem.” You said turning back around, slowly bending over and then standing to lift the dishwasher door closed. You were playing with fire. “Just tell me what button to-”

You felt his chest nearly touching you. He was close enough that the fabric of his shirt could be felt on the back of your bare arms. He reached over from behind you and pushed the buttons on the dishwasher to start it. You turned around, Santi was standing close to you. Your heart was thumping in your ears, deafening you.

Santiago looked down at your perfect chest, tits perky, nipples nearly grazing his shirt. You leaned in, he started leaning too. His fingers brushed over your cheek and he reached his hand behind the back of your head.

You heard your name called over the top of the stairs, “...are you coming?”

Santiago let out a sigh of defeat, and so did you. He dropped his arm to his side.

“I-I’d better go.” You breathed heavily, staring up at Santi’s eyes for a second before skirting around him and heading to the stairs.

What the fuck are you doing Santi? He asked himself.

Just ten minutes ago he had given himself a pep-talk about letting those thoughts go. When he saw your delicious ass on display when he came down those stairs though, he’d lost all semblance of reason. This wasn’t like him, but…you were looking at him like that, you were bending over like that.

Your brain was a mess while Maria rambled to you. You thought you were out of your mind when you scrambled to clean the water off of Santi’s lap at dinner and he looked into your eyes. You’d thought for sure that you made up the connection he had with you, but now you were certain. He was into you. There was no other reason for him to have been staring at you like that right? If he had just come down the stairs, he wouldn’t have jumped when you turned around, he’d been looking at you. Further, he had no reason to come up behind you like that to start the dishwasher, chest brushing against your spine. He’d leaned in, almost kissing you, right?

There was only one real way to confirm. It was eleven on the dot, and Maria was snoring to your left. You silently got out of her bed and left the room. You couldn’t be so bold as to go knocking on his bedroom door, you had to be more careful than that. Your throat felt a little dry, so you thought about getting a glass of water.

You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this in the hopes that Santiago Garcia, your best friend’s dad, would come down there and fuck you senseless. Surely you were mistaken. The more you thought about it, the more foolish it started to sound. That is, until you had a half full glass of water and a daring hand snaking around your hip.

He’d heard you sneak from Maria’s bedroom, and hoped that by making his move you wouldn’t scream or push him away. It was possible that you were into it, that you were just as desperate as he was. If that were the case, it wouldn’t be hard to just keep this little thing a secret, if that’s what he had to do to have you, even if only for one night.

“Having a hard time sleeping?” He asked, lips against your neck.

You gulped, letting out a short breath. “Y-yes.” You said softly.

His cock was pressing against your rear in a gentle churning motion, just enough to feel some friction. You didn’t move, you didn’t dare. Part of you was still trying to comprehend that this was real, and that your friend’s dad really wanted you. When you thought about him, his eyes, his lips, he was so good looking, you realized that you really did want him. That’s why you went down there in the first place, right? You put the glass down on the counter and gripped the granite surface for support.

“You can push me away. I know this is wrong.” He whispered.

“Mr. Garcia…” You said breathlessly.

All the times he told you to call him Santi, he had done it for Maria’s sake. He always loved hearing you call him Mr. Garcia. Maybe it was some weird kink in his head, but it made his cock pulsate with a fierce need whenever you said it.

His hand, large against your abdomen, trekked down into your shorts, you were soaked. He circled over your clitoris. You’d never been with someone his age, but you’d heard that older men knew what they were doing. His left hand reached up and cupped your breast.

“Did you forget your bra sweetheart?” He continued his circling motion around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“N-no, I…oh…I didn’t wear one on purpose.” You said in a playful tone.

He snickered, “of course you didn’t, such a tease.”

He rutted his hips against you. There was still part of him telling him how wrong this was, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop himself. His middle finger slipped into the folds of your cunt, immediately drowning in the juices that had been leaking there since putting the dishes away. The way he kissed your neck, and the way his finger worked into you made you wish you’d slept with more men his age.

“You really know what you’re doing…” You said in between your needy panting.

“Yes, hermosa, I’ll take care of you.”

You threw your head back against his shoulder and gripped the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles ached. His lips latched on to your throat, sucking the skin there tenderly. You felt another one of his thick fingers slip into your hole, pumping in and out of you. You were trying to keep yourself from making too much noise, but it felt too good. 

“Sh, you want us to get caught?” He said through clenched teeth.

“No Mr. Garcia.” You managed to choke out.

“Then you’d better learn to keep that pretty little mouth quiet cariño.”

He was fingering you fast now, so fast that you were struggling to hold on to the countertop anymore and so you let go, allowing his strong arms to keep you in place. You felt full, but not full enough. You wanted more. You needed more.

“I want you to fuck me Mr. Garcia, please.” You begged. “Fuck me.”

Though he was thoroughly enjoying fingering you, he was glad you said something, because he was seconds from losing it in his sweats, and he would rather lose himself in your sweet cunt. He turned you around to the island counter and bent you over the granite. You quickly pulled your shorts down around your thighs, and you felt his thick cock as he wasted no time readying it at your hole.

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” He asked, holding the head there at your entrance.

“Yes, please, I need it.” You said desperately.

“It might hurt a little, just say something if it does, ok?” He pressed a hand over your back and then pushed himself through until his hips were flush against your rear.

You reached and grabbed the other side of the island counter for stability.

“That’s a good girl, just hold on tight like that.” He brought both of his hands down to land a bruising grip on your hips.

“S-Santi.” You moaned, “You’re so big, holy-” 

It wasn’t painful, and it felt good to have him gliding over your walls. He looked down, reveling in the way your hole split over his cock. He grunted, thrusting into you, his skin slapped against your rear. Nothing had ever felt like you did, so warm, so tight, it didn’t even matter to him that you were his kid’s friend anymore. He just wanted to hear you screaming his name until you could hardly breathe.

“Fuck, cariño, you have such a nice little pussy. So wet and ready for me. Have you been thinking about me all night?” He said in a whisper between his deep moans.

“Y-yes.” You admitted. “I wanted to feel your cock Mr. Garcia.”

“Of course you did sweetheart.” His thrusts were getting faster. “Is that why you bent over doing those dishes like that? Huh? Were you hoping your best friend’s dad would come down the stairs and catch you shaking your ass like a little tease?”

“Fuck, yes.” You felt your core heating as your climax closed in.

“You’re such a naughty little girl, gonna fill you with my cum sweetheart.” His thrusting became jagged and stuttering, and his breathing turned into hushed grunts as he started to shoot his hot ropes into you.

“Yes…” You said, feeling your own orgasm peak.

You gushed over him, cunt squeezing the life from his hard length. It was hard to keep quiet, despite knowing you should. Maria was right upstairs and as long as she was still sleeping, she wouldn’t have heard your whimpering cries while your pussy contracted over her dad’s thick cock. She wouldn’t have heard your cracked voice say his name like a prayer while your knuckles strained over the countertop.

He stepped back, letting his cock and cum spill out of you. You heard some shuffling and then felt him using a towel to clean your cunt and your thighs.

“Squeeze it out for me sweetheart.” He demanded.

You did, feeling gobs of hot white ejaculate falling out into the paper towel Santi held between your thighs. Your legs were still shaking while you held on to the granite tightly. You couldn’t believe you had actually done that with him. It’s not like you hadn’t had the opportunity to do it many times during visits before, this time was different though, this time he had been so bold and desperate. He was irresistible.

“There’s a good girl.” He said as he finished cleaning you up.

You pulled your shorts up and turned to him. His face was flush with color, curls disheveled. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. His eyes looked at you with a near drunken hooded gaze. You wished that you could be held now, even for a few moments before having to leave, but you knew your time together was over, for now.

“Run to bed now.” He said.

When you turned, you were met with a quick smack on your rear before you bounded over the stairs to join your friend in her bed once again. You could only hope, with breath-stilling anticipation, that you would get to spend more time with him again some day.

Part 2

Triple Frontier Masterlist

bfd!Santi Masterlist

AO3 LINK:

TAGLIST (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed): @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @my-secret-shame, @thatmomwitchfriend, @alexxavicry, @welcometostayingawake, @jake-g-lockley, @campingwiththecharmings, @steven-grants-world, @lia275, @minigirl87, @ahookedheroespureheart, @in-between-the-cafes

[purplemagics-blog]

MY LOGAN HOWLETT/WOLVERINE HEAD CANONS!!🐱🚬

LMAOO JUST SO YALL KNOW HALF OF THERES IS JUST LOGAN ACTING LIKE A CAT😭

Oh yeah and most of these take place in Deadpool and Wolverine before and after everybody in the X men died

1.) When no one is looking Logan sits in box’s like a cat. Ones Scott walked in on him doing it and to this day is still teasing him about it.

2.) When someone is taking a picture of him his eyes glow like when someone takes a picture of a cat.

3.) An actual mess when drunk to the point of crying. Ones Wade had to carry him bridal style out of bar cuz the bar called him so be could get ��a man that is just sitting there crying while drinking a bottle of whiskey”

4.) Holds onto grudges harder than the average person. Once Wade accidentally spilled wine on his new white sweater and he didn’t talk to Wade for 5 months.

5.) Sometimes when bored Wade will take out a laser pointer and Pointed at the wall as he watches, Logan try to catch it and destroy the apartment in the process.

6.) at one point Wade forest Logan to go to therapy a.k.a. Wade dressed up like some old therapist and sat Logan down on the couch.

7.)Logan sleeps in Wade’s room cuz be doesn’t want to be alone when he is having nightmares/flashbacks.🥹

8.) speaking of nightmares and flashbacks Wade comfort, and holds Logan in his arms when he realizes he is not in the nightmare anymore.

9.) Logan is very paranoid and deathly scared of pickles and tinfoil like a cat LMAOO. (Wade knows this and takes advantage of this every single time)

10.) Logan is embarrassed by the smallest things but acts like it doesn’t affect him.

11.) Logan has a “white girl playlist” with Taylor, Swift, and Katy Perry on it.

12.) speaking of music he listens to Arctic Monkeys and his favorite song by them is “sex, drugs, etc.”

13.) Ones Scott took his box of cigarettes and Logan begged on his hands and knees to give it back.

14.) In the “worst Wolverine” universe he was fighting with Jean for Scott like how he was fighting with Scott for Jean in other universes and that night when he went to the bar and got shit faced. He finally gathered enough courage to ask Scott out but by the time he was there everyone was dead and he still beats himself up mentally for being to much of a pussy to ask him out before. :( (Sorry had that one in my mind for a while just needed to tell someone about it)

15.)He loves pancakes. Like you don’t even understand HE LOVES PANCAKES A LOT! (Especially Scott’s pancakes🥹)

16.) He takes game night a little too seriously. Like if he catches you cheating he’s going to fuck you up LMAO. Also, no matter what he will not let everyone quit until the game is over.

17.) Reads cooking magazines in his free time. He cannot cook.

18.) speaking of cooking this man is absolute dog shit at cooking😭🙏🏽 this man can’t even make a grilled cheese without burning the kitchen down. (And he may or may not act like he doesn’t know how to cook something he does cook just so Scott can cook it for him)

19.) He acts like he listens to country music even though he can’t name one song.

20.) He needs reading glasses but he just refuses to wear them but Xavier after some pushing and convincing got him to wear ✨contacts✨

21.) FUCKING LOVES CATS. But he acts like he doesn’t.

22.) fucking hates doing the laundry tbh hates doing any chores.

23.) Purrs when he has a good dream!

24.) Needs at pillowcases and his bed like a cat.

25.) his bed is more like a nest but he fully denies it saying it’s just for to keep warm. What I mean by nest is pillow, pillowcases, blankets old clothes just laid across his bed like a nest where he just sleeps in the middle of all of it.

26.) Even if he comes home covered in blood she will still lay in bed and go to bed if he’s tired, no matter how dirty he is.

27.) at this point is not faced by gore.

28.) if one of the X-Men members gets a cat, he will ask them to pet sit for them while they’re on missions. 

29.) Loves when his partners sit in his lap.

30.) 100% AT LEAST IN ONE UNIVERSE POLYAMOROUS WITH JEAN AND SCOTT!!

OK, that’s all I got, but I post a part two if I come up with more 

Honestly, same 

[enigmatist17]

Kind of a sequel to this post based off AU art done by @chiliger

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"...nearly made him jump 20 feet into the air. He was not amused."

The laughter that filled the air was loud enough to cover the snort of amusement that Cody let out as he sipped his drink.

"I hope you got a vid of that, Kenobi never gets scared as far as I know." Wolffe sat forward with a grin, his elongated canines startling some nearby natborns that were passing by 79's. It wasn't often a lot of the commanders were on Coruscant at the same time, and in honor they were gifted the expansive table that overlooked the street and hyperlane outside the bar.

"Oh yea, copied it the second he stalked off to his quarters." Cody chuckled, sitting back with a crack of his neck.

"So, he still talk to you like a nervous shiny when he sees your teeth?" Bly smirked, stealing the last of the bar food that Fox had ordered some time ago.

"Not as much, but if he thinks I don't feel the way he watches me all the time, he's mistaken."

"So...are you going to take your shot?" Fox took a swig of his drink, quite firmly in the drunk-but-not-overly-so department. "Because if not..."

"Don't..." Cody growled, and bares his teeth at Fox as the others giggle and laugh at the display.

"Please, Foxy here has his own prey." Rex snickered from his corner of the table, using Ponds as a support to stay upright. He may or may not have had more than a few drinks, and may or may not be finding this entire situation hilarious. "More than one I've heard too?" Rex is sent into some proper laughter when Fox's much louder growl and bared teeth silences a few nearby tables, officers and various troopers freezing as they seemingly await some sort of standoff before realizing it had nothing to do to them. A quick glanced shows that Fox is focused on someone at his table and not on any of them, and slowly conversation resumes save the occasional look their way.

It was never wise to be around a higher ranked officer when they're facing off over someone they had feelings for.

"Careful Rex, might end up arrested until you're sober." Bly snickered, and Fox snorts in amusement as he relaxes back into his seat.

"I am just Fox right now, and I am going to keep drinking until I forget what the GAR is." Fox waved for a fresh round, Cody patting his shoulder with a nod.

"Then let's keep the stories coming eh? Maybe scare some of the others again. Should get you plenty drunk eh?"

Fox grinned, and raised his glass with a hum.

By the end of the night they're the last ones in 79's, so drunk and unaware the music had died down and people had left they failed to see a group of amused men sitting at the main bar.

"How much longer do you think it'll take?" Anakin Skywalker grinned, sipping a water as he watched the commanders burst into laughter about something.

"A few minutes, Ponds appears to be slowly falling asleep." Plo Koon hummed, using the bar as a seat in his meditation pose.

"I do hope so." Obi-Wan Kenobi was trying very hard not to blush as he listened to Cody talk about an encounter they had shared a few weeks ago. Mace Windu was staring at him, and he was going to be damned if he let the man have a single inch of blackmail material via his reaction.

"What, all the glittering teeth over there setting you off?" Anakin snorted into his drink, jumping out of the way when a bar stool is thrown in his direction. The noise attracted the attention of the drunken crew, who finally seemed to realize that there were Jetti in a very empty bar, and attempt to stand at attention.

Instead, Bly and Wolffe trip over their own feet, and without Fox and Rex grabbing them, they would have fallen flat on their faces.

"At ease, at ease." Plo chuckled, moving to stand as the group stumble their way down towards the bar. "We thought you may want some assistance, you all are quite inebriated."

"That means drunk." Bly snickered, and everyone but Wolffe starts giggling as their Jetti watch on with some soft chuckles among them.

"Come, you can stay in the Temple tonight, it's much closer than your barracks." Windu waved his hand to start turning off the last of the lighting the owners had left on, Plo and Anakin becoming some support for the drunk men to remain upright. Cody suspiciously was the closest to Obi-Wan, hugging the man from behind and all but melding them together.

"Hello sir." Obi-Wan is very aware that Cody is dragging his feet, the others already out the door by the time the two of them had made it even halfway across the room. "Didn't see you waiting for us."

"It's quite alright." Obi-Wan coughed, nearly jumping again when Cody presses his face against his neck. "Cody?"

"Mhm?"

"May I ask why you're uh, so close to my neck?" Obi-Wan bites his tongue when he feels Cody hum, the noise rumbling in his chest.

"No reason." The clone purred, and mumbles something Obi-Wan can't catch.

"Come, there should be a vehicle for us to use." Obi-Wan knows the others have already gone, and is grateful that Mace in particular isn't there to tease him. He goes to say something else, but whatever words that were forming in his mind are suddenly scattered when Cody presses a kiss to his neck. The man is letting his canines purposefully drag as he kisses a trail along Obi-Wan's shoulder, pushing away thoughts of wanting to do more as he finally pulls away from his flustered general.

"Coming general?" The drunken man grinned, stepping around so he could get a look at the wide-eyed Jetti.

"....you are an absolute bastard." Obi-Wan's voice is strained as the two finally leave the bar, Obi-Wan locking the door as Cody stumbles to the nearby speeder. "Passenger seat Comm-dear."

Now it was his turn to see the way Cody looked back, reminding him of a fresh-faced solider the way he stumbles into the passenger side of the speeder.

Obi-Wan is grinning the entire ride to the Temple, and Cody has his face in his hands at being the one to be an embarrassed mess upon their arrival.

Oh well, there's always next time.

[ladysmutwriter]

Watching her fade away

David Leatherhoff x Female!Reader

TW: cheating, drugs, addiction to drugs, some unsolicited groping, simon is a bad boyfriend, david is a bad person as well lmao only sophie here is an angel

You stared at Simon, tears about to fall from your eyes, your hands packing your stuff into your bag. You and Simon had been dating since you two were 16, him depending greatly on you to overcome his deep depression as you did to not relapse on your drug addiction- but he had once again, taken a small argument to another whole level. He had always been insecure, not allowing you to have any other male friends or he'd be screaming at your face that you were cheating on him, making you reduce your circle of friends to him, David and Sophie.

Sophie was a great girl, she always took you to the mall, heard your relationship troubles and arrived to your home with a bucket of your favorite food and a DVD in hand.

David was... Odd, not a bad person -you like to think- but he was always high on something, you two usually met up to smoke weed with Simon and lay in bed all day- outside of that he was sorta close to you, not minding on speaking deep themes or personal stuff with him as he always had a few tips or just was good at hearing.

Simon was well, once someone you loved, this feeling lost as he fell more into his depression, turning into some sort of stranger who just talked to you to argue, the few times you were good with each other was when you went to festivals or sat down in his bed listening to CDs.

"i hope you fucking relapse and overdose" Was what Simon screamt at your face before pulling out his headphones and giving you his back as he blasted his music- that was what hurt you so much, his ability to say the worst kind of insults without hesitating. Every. Single. Time-

When you were making your way out of Simon's house, you recieved a message from David- a picture of him smoking a cigarette outside your porch with the text "been knocking on ur door for like 40 minutes where r you"

You smiled as you sent a short "be there in 10"- David usually just appeared on your house (since your parents where never home to realize their 19 y/o daughter was hanging out with a man on his late 20's to get high). The walk to your house was short as you lived a few streets down, finding the brunette checking his phone with a cigarette in hand- lifting his head he flashed you a smile as he opened his arms for a hug.

Planting your head on his shoulders you hug him back, his warm presence making you feel calmer after what happened at Simon's; your eyes became foggy as tears filled your vision, David's hand going to caress your head as you two laid there in silent. You decided to ignore his hand going from your waist to the curve of your ass.

Cleaning your face from the tears you invited him inside, him jumping on your bed as he took out of his jacket a joint, a few loose pills falling onto your bed as well.

Puting on a random CD, you turned the volume to the max as you jumped in the bed next to him passing him the lighter.

A few hours passed and the joint was gone, cigarettes hanging from your mouths as you stared at each other in the eyes, speaking of what had happened earlier today.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, the music blasting onto your ears- soon you felt something heavy on top of you, and a pair of lips over yours. Opening your eyes you saw David roughly kissing you, your drugged mind barely comprehending the situation, until his hands began roaming your body, that's when you reacted, pushing him to the side as you sat up, eyes open as plates as you breathed heavily.

"What the fuck David!?"

You whispered screamt (you didn't want the neighbours getting worried) as you pushed his shoulder, his reddened eyes staring back at you as he mocked your speaking, letting out a laugh at the end as he fell on his back.

You wished you could have resisted the impulse, but your body was reacting- you needed to get the stress out somehow, your brain just thinking on getting finally a fucking break from Simon. Crawling on top of him he opened his eyes, his hands falling on your hips, drawing circles on the skin; your hand went towards his face, fingers caressing his scar then falling to his lips, him opening his mouth as his warm tongue began sucking on your finger, his eyes never leaving yours.

Next to his head, your phone began ringing, the little screen showing the ID caller marked as "Simon <3"- lowering your head to kiss David, your hand went to the "decline call" button.

Outside your house, Simon was beating desesperately at your door, his face red from all the crying and screaming your name, his hoodie arms turning red from the blood of the fresh cuts, him falling to his knees as he saw you declining all his calls. Turning on his heel he went back to his house, dialing Sophie.

Back in your room, you were jumping on top of David, his clothes erection hitting perfectly your clit over your jeans, moans leaving your mouth as David's hands groped your breasts, the music covering the lewd noises coming from your mouth.

Getting off of him, you desesperately pulled his pants down, your lips pressing kisses on his lower abdomen as your hands pulled his boxers down. Your tongue ran down his happy trail as he cursed under his breath, his slender fingers tangling on your hair as he bit down his lower lip; grabbing his hard erection on your smaller hand, your tongue licking the tip before wrapping your lips and taking more of him in your mouth.

You began bobbing your head up and down, David leaving out small groans as his hand guided you to a harsh pace, drool and pre-cum running down your chin onto his thighs. Taking a moment to breath, you jumped to his lips, saliva mixing between your tongues as he pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, his thumb gathering some of your juices before spreading them on your clit as he began rubbing small circles on it, soon enough his other hand going to insert two fingers in your hole; mmoving up to give him easier access, you lifted your shirt and unclasped your bra, him taking the hint as his mouth went to suck on your breasts, wet, warm tongue playing with your nipples as he lightly bit on them as sucked, all while he was knuckle deep in your pussy, his other hand mercilessly rubbing on your clit.

It wasn't long before you were moaning out loud, hand grasping his hair as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen grow, thighs shaking as you came on his fingers, all of your juices falling from his hands onto your bed. As you came, you sat down on his thighs watching him take his hand and lick his own fingers, your juices glistening under the light of your room. Getting up, you scooted to his hard cock, pre-cum leaking off the tip as he helped you guide it to your entrance, the feeling of his cock entering you slowly making your face go red as you moaned out his name a bit too loud for your liking, him smiling as he finally entered you whole, starting off with a brutal pace, lifting your hips rapidly before letting you fall, his tip hitting painfully inside you.

You could barely breath as he chased his climax, hands gripping your breasts as he bit down on his lips to not let any moans out, unlike you who was almost screaming from pleasure.

There was something about him, his messy brown hair, dark eyes that stared at you with a lust no one has ever given to you, and his scar giving him a misterious look, how he would constantly lick his lips, and shit- his tongue, how it felt against your own, exploring your mouth as if he wanted to taste every centimeter of it.

He let out a low moan as he pressed your hips tightly against his, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you as he came, his grip on you loosening as he dropped his head back.

Getting off of him -as he fucking fell asleep with his dick inside of you in like, 3 seconds- you put back on your underwear as you took your phone and lowered the music, noticing at least 10 missed calls from Simon and other 2 from Sophie.

Dialing Sophie, she answered quickly, telling you Simon called her crying about the situation from today, turning around you saw David snoring on your bed.

"I'm sorry Sophie, but i think me and Simon are done for"

[pastel-kaleesh]

Trashbin Hotel rewrite

WARNING: Mentions of suicide, body shaming, and unhealthy habits

Valentino: Instead of being a rapist, he's just some guy who's horrible at love. When he was still alive, he was a bodyguard of a club in Colombia. He tried finding a partner, but always failed in a way, until he met a woman named Caterina. The two eventually started dating, and later on got married, until something happened. Caterina cheated on Val over some other man she found in the streets. Once Valentino found out about this atrocity, he hatched a plan: to get rid of Caterina's partner once and for all. A week after his plan occurred, Caterina decided to visit the new man's apartment and drink with him for the night. Val snuck into the apartment and planted several bombs in the 3rd floor, where Caterina and the new man were. Once the bombs went off and caused a fire, he realized that he didn't just kill the man, he killed Caterina, and with frustration, he gave in to the fire, quite literally.

Vox: I legit thought he was from the 2010s and not the 50s because of his whole motif and flat-screen head, so I made him a gamer/hacker/internet troll from the 2010s. When he was young, he enjoyed playing video games and begged to get a gaming chair and a bigger screen. Once he did, he realized he felt more comfortable there, but still wanted more, so his parents got him a new computer. Once he got older, he started developing a screen addiction and an obsession over over-processed foods. He refused to barely move from his gaming room and his parents barely cared. They gave him snacks, and unhealthy foods, considering they were too lazy to cook. They constantly left him there and they didn't care about what their son would become. Considering he barely cared about anything in life, besides his unhealthy addictions and barely went out, he lived with his parents even after the age of 18. It was just Vox and his precious video games, until he went online and started learning the art of hacking. Once he learned how to code all by himself (which didn't take very long, considering he was very tech-savvy), he got to the point where he started posting leaks of upcoming games, threatened anyone who tried to stop him, even telling them to kill themselves, not knowing what problems the users were dealing with, and even went to the point where he hacked the government. Vox was arrested and soon died later on in prison from his unhealthy diet.

Mimzy: She was a jazz singer who went to multiple clubs and bars during the 20s. She was very popular during the time but had her own issues. Years before, her husband got sick and she spent every penny to try and save him, but she couldn't. Due to her frustration, she started working as a singer to earn money and help her children. She was willing to do anything for them, even sacrificing her life so they can have a better life than she ever did. It was all going well until she found a specific bar she became fond of. Unfortunately, she wasn't paid well, due to the manager telling her that she's paid "what she's worth". The reason why she was paid little to no money, even though her fans enjoyed her music, was because of her appearance. The manager had a history of fat-shaming individuals and paying them due to their appearance. Until one day, Mimzy couldn't take it any more and decided to kill herself, knowing what would happen. She took the money that her manager kept stashed and gave it to her kids, before out of frustration, killed her manager and then turned the bullet to her head.

[anightflower]

ENGRAVINGS

Prologue

16 years have passed since you left Hell's Kitchen, escaping with your life after the horrific death of your parents. You took your family's legacy with you, hiding the power that stood so long behind your last name. Now with New York healing from the Chitauri attack, you've decided to return, armed with a material you think could save countless lives, especially the innocent citizens who keep falling to the supes. But, who can you trust as a broken city falls further into pieces?

You sprinted through the city as your music picked up tempo. 

So you forget your engravings….

 You took a deep breath as you dodged around the hustle and bustle of Hell’s Kitchen. You jolted as the crescendoing piano was cut off by the shrill of a certain ringtone. You rolled your eyes as you slowed your pace a bit, canceling the phone call from going through. You clipped the shoulder of someone, causing you to stumble a bit. A warm hand caught your shoulder. 

Your head whipped up from your phone screen. “Oh my god I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going-” 

“Don’t worry about it, I do it all the time.” A honey-coated voice said teasingly as he steadied you. 

“He actually lives that way is more like it!” Another jovial voice chimed in. 

Your heart stopped as you finally met the face of your savior. Not only was he the most beautiful man you have ever seen, with his bright smile and handsome features, but you might have accidentally insulted him?

You stuttered for a moment, “I-” 

“Don’t worry Matt loves making blind jokes all the time. I just ride on his coattails.” The man held out a hand, “Foggy Nelson, the blind eye-candy next to me is Matt Murdock.” 

“Don’t mind Foggy, he gets off on the jokes more than I do.” Matt laughed. 

An embarrassed smile crossed your face as you gave them your name. “Thank you for stopping me from falling on my ass. I got distracted when I was running-” You put your hands over your face and laughed. “I usually pay attention and then the one time I don’t-I slam into a blind man.” 

“The glory of New York is having experiences you never expected to. Pleasure to bump into you, we would stay and chat, but we do have an overly expensive law office to rent. But if you ever need a lawyer just look for Nelson and Murdock! We’ll have a shiny sign and everything.” Foggy explained, hands waving in an excited motion. 

“Well, I look forward to seeing your shiny sign.” You laughed. “I just moved back to Hell’s Kitchen, so I’ll keep my eye out for you.” You popped your headphones back in and gave them a little wave, about to take off before you realized. You paused and smacked your forehead. “Matt I waved but- uh forget it, I- bye! You chirped before sprinting away. 

Matt felt a small smile crest his face as Foggy let out a chuckle. “She was very hot, just so you know, but I am sure you somehow knew that you, asshole.” Foggy said, grabbing his arm and tugging him along a bit.

“Foggy, how would I know?” Matt laughed as he picked up his pace. 

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You quickly opened your apartment door and slammed it with a groan. Your first few days back  in the city and you had already embarrassed yourself in front of a blind albeit hot stranger. You tugged your headphones out of your ears and placed them on the table with your keys. 

Your phone rang again this time and you picked it up. “Yes, yes Wesley. I am happily settled back into my apartment. It was a 20 minute run, you couldn’t wait until I finished?” 

You heard an exasperated sigh on the other end of the phone. “(Y/N), ever since the attack on the city, crime has been rampant, your uncle would lose his mind if anything happened to you-”

“It is in fact a bright sunny day and I was in a busy- safe part of Hell’s Kitchen. I did grow up here for a while, you remember that right? It feels just the same as I left it before-” You shuddered as the memories of your last day in Hell’s kitchen came rushing back; Screams, explosions-

Before your world fell apart and you left it. 

“And if anyone found out your identity-” Wesley cleared his throat. “Are you even listening to me?” 

“Yes Wesley. Please report to my dear Uncle that I have kept up with my self-defense classes and jiu-jitsu. Also remind him that I am a grown 26 year old woman now. If he wants me as a business partner, I would appreciate it if he treated me like one.”

Wesley released another sigh. “He’s trying, you know, it’s hard for him. There’s a lot of pressure on him and he wants to see you thrive, but your parents-”

“I know.” You said quickly, closing your eyes again. “Just remind him to trust me and give me a chance before he sends the army.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Wesley huffed a laugh. “I will try. Will you be joining us for lunch this afternoon?” 

You swore silently. “I forgot we had planned that. Is there any chance we could reschedule to Thursday? I want to finish unpacking.” 

“We hired those movers for a reason, (Y/N).” Wesley chastised. 

“Yes we did.” You said in a sing-song voice. “But I only let them move the heavy things up, I am not having his staff- trustworthy or not- help me unpack my personal belongings. The last thing I want is for them to unpack my lacy underwear.” Wesley made a choking noise on the other end of the phone making you laugh loudly. 

“I will do lunch Thursday, I promise. Just text me the time and place-” 

“No need, I’ll come and pick you up.” Wesley explained. 

You let out a dramatic sigh, “I expect nothing less. Give him my love and apologies, I’ll even bring an expensive wine to lunch. You can indulge too Wesley, I’ve missed your stiffness.” 

“We will see you Thursday.” Wesley hummed before hanging up.

You let out a breath as you hung up the phone and glanced around your apartment. The wall of boxes glared down at you, daring you to tear it apart. You let out a whine, startling the tiny ball of fur on top of another box. He let out a questioning trill, before popping down and rubbing against your legs. “Thanks for the encouragement, Toulouse.” You hummed, reaching down to brush a hand over his little white ears. His black and white chest rose rapidly with happy purrs as he leaned into your touch.

Maybe you should have just let the workers shuffle through your lingerie, all you wanted to do was sleep off your jetleg. But alas, if you didn’t unpack now, you might be living out of boxes for weeks or years. It was time to make this apartment your home.

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“Well, look who finally decided to pay her own Uncle a visit?” A voice boomed across the restaurant. Which was unsurprisingly empty, an old habit of your Uncle’s to give the two of you privacy. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I rescheduled one lunch and suddenly I’ve abandoned him!” You groaned.

“Well, you’ve been in the city for a bit and you’ve barely let me do anything to help you.  You could have at least let me help you pick out a penthouse apartment like mine or at least an apartment closer to mine.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Well, please accept this chardonnay as my apology for being a pain in the ass.” You presented the expensive bottle with a flourish. “Besides, I like my apartment. It’s not a penthouse, but it is on the top floor of the building. I’m one of two apartments. The one opposite mine has this glaring billboard, while I actually get a decent view of the city. I wanted to pick it out on my own and I think I did very well for myself.” You pulled out your phone to show him images of the apartment, while a waiter popped open the wine bottle and poured glasses for you both. “I did follow all of your negotiation advice and made decent rent. Plus the apartment allows pets for an additional fee, so Toulouse is happily claiming the place as his.” You smiled as he nodded approvingly.

“I will have to come visit soon. You’ve done quite well, I am very proud of all you’ve accomplished. To think that the 10 year old I took in all those years ago is now a successful woman-” You could have sworn his eyes were teary. “You’ve come so far and I know your parents would be proud of you.” 

You took a sip of your wine to ease the tightness of your throat. You blinked back the line of silver in your eyes. “Thank you, I’ve only ever wanted to make you and them proud- live up to the family legacy.” 

“And you will. I’m excited to show your new products to my partners.” He continued. 

Your whole being lit up with enthusiasm. “I really think these Kevlar-alloy pieces could change people’s lives. With this new fabric technology, I could create a whole line that could protect regular citizens day to day. I think the impact of the Chitauri- all these supes and whatever else are coming out of the woodwork- I think regular people deserve safety too.”

“After the Chitauri attack, New York fell to rubble both literally and figuratively. I think it’s time to put her back on her feet. Your product is just one step towards that. ” He explained as he guided you to the window to look at the city below. “I appreciate you letting my other business partners and I be the first to use the product. People don’t like that we want to better this city.”

You tensed at his words, your joy leaking out of your body. “Are people threatening you?” 

 One of the security details cleared their throat behind the two of you, grabbing your attention before your Uncle could answer. 

“Sir.” Their voice shook as your Uncle’s gaze became deadly serious. “We have an issue.” 

Your Uncle swallowed a growl, “You can never just have a peaceful lunch with your niece can you? I am so sorry to cut this short, but I’ll have to see to this. Please keep me and Wesley up to date with your schedule so we can plan another outing.” 

You swallowed nervously, “Of course, but is everything okay-” 

He put a gentle hand on yours as he got up from the table. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, times are tough in this city, that’s why I need to fix it. Wesley, please take my niece home and assure she gets safely into her apartment. Then meet me afterwards.” 

“Of course, sir.” Wesley put a soft hand on your lower back as he guided you to the elevator. “Don’t worry, your Uncle will be just fine, he knows what he is doing.” 

“And he has you, so I know he will be safe. Just let me know when you guys settle this and get back safe okay? It’s your turn to buy the expensive wine.” You nudged him gently.  Wesley chuckled as the two of you made your way to the car. 

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You gasped for breath as you lugged the last few boxes of donations to the elevator. Unpacking had really made you realize that you needed a new wardrobe, but that was an issue for another day. You leaned against the wall with a groan, waiting for the elevator to return, because there was no way in hell you were climbing down the fucking stairs right now. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the familiar ding, indicating that your chariot had finally arrived. You practically ran into the elevator, ready to drop the boxes you were carrying. Before you even fully got in, you bumped into someone. “Oh I’m so sorry, these boxes were blocking my view-” 

“I think you’re just trying to find excuses to bump into me.” A familiar voice crooned teasingly, as he once again steadied you on your feet. 

You groaned as you set the boxes down. “Oh god, Matt right? I promise I’m not doing this on purpose. I’m just-”

Matt’s warm laugh slid like honey down your skin. “No need to apologize, it’s nice to see you again. Or I suppose, run into you again.” You scoffed at him playfully, fighting off the warmth that settled in your cheeks.

“Listen, I just moved in, I think you might be following me!” You accused jokingly. 

His face lit up at the news. “Well, what a way to meet my new neighbor.”

Your jaw dropped. “You live in the obnoxious billboard apartment?”

He leaned on his cane, a big grin across his face. “Well the light doesn’t really bother me and the rent is incredibly cheap.” 

You laughed. “I guess you’re right. I luckily don’t really have to deal with it, instead I get to look out over the city. It does make for great people watching. Though now I suppose I’ll also have to keep an eye on my strange neighbor next door.”

He held his hand over his heart faking insult. “I’m a great neighbor, scout's honor.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” You challenged playfully. “I am not afraid to file a complaint, I’m a busy woman and I need my beauty sleep.”

“Something tells me you’re beautiful no matter how much sleep you get.” You blush deepened at his compliment. 

He paused for a second, thinking, “Tell you what, to prove I am a great neighbor, I’ll even be a part of your unofficial welcome committee. My coworkers and I are going to Josie’s Friday evening, it’s a bar a few blocks away and gives you an- interesting view into New York nightlife. Plus I’m sure Foggy would love to see you again.”

Your heart picked up a bit at his offer. “I would love to meet you guys there.” 

“Well Josie’s is definitely an experience. Foggy swears that we have a permanent tab there, so the drinks are on him.”

You laughed, “I would love to hear the story behind that one.”

His answering smile stopped your heart. “I’ll let Foggy explain that to you. But let me have your number and I will call you once we head over from the office.” 

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“Matt, get up! Come on man, I drank the eel- that’s not a euphemism.” You heard a familiar voice call out between banging on the door.

“MAAAAATTTTTT!” A female voice chimed in with a laugh. “Come on, you loser, you said you would get drinks with us.” 

You jolted awake to two voices screaming drunkenly. You let out a groan as you tried to stretch the tight muscles in your neck. Several days of unpacking had taken it out on you, causing you to fall asleep on the couch after getting ready way too early for your outing with Nelson and Murdock.  You looked at your phone, 12:30 am and not a single call or text from Matt. You grumbled at the screen and hucked it at the couch. He stood you up. So much for being a good neighbor.  

You got up and made your way to your apartment door, debating whether or not you should open it. You cracked it open slightly glancing at the two figures slouched up  against his door, pleading for him to come out.

“I think I also drank the eel” The woman giggled, barely able to keep upright.

“We are now filled with mighty eel strength- and we are going to stay out all night!” The man hollered. HIs silhouette somehow striking a familiar memory in your brain.

You opened your door more, popping your head out to eye the drunken couple. “Can I help you guys?” 

The girl’s eyes widened as she whipped around to face you. Red bloomed across her face as she hit the shoulder of her companion.  “Oh Foggy-”  The man beside her turned around, his face lighting up with excitement as he met your sleepy smile. 

“Oh hey! You’re the girl Matt and I met the other day! Uh-” he snapped his fingers trying to remember your name. 

You shook your head fondly as you reminded him of your name.  “It’s nice to see you again, Foggy.”

Foggy’s face lit up with full recognition as he took in your name. “Yes! Its nice to see you! You’re Matt’s new neighbor? Have you seen him at all?” 

“Yes I am!” You opened your door a bit wider and stood in the frame of it proudly. “But I haven’t seen Matt since this afternoon, he actually stood me up too. He invited me to go to Josie’s and show me the nightlife of the city.”

Foggy’s mouth dropped in astonishment. “That asshole. He didn’t even tell me he invited you! I would have made sure you had gotten there.” He crossed his arms. “Well if it makes you feel any better he ditched us too. But the night is young! Come out with us! We’re staying up all night and then going to the fish market in the morning and I am getting a bluefin.”  

“You’re getting a- what?” You raised one eyebrow at him. 

“A bluefin! And I am going to teach Karen how to barter and-” Foggy explained, his hands gesturing wildly.   “Oh yeah, sorry this is Karen.” He said, gesturig to thee woman next to him, hunched over slightly from laughing. “Karen, this lovely lady before us ran into Matt and I the other day, like actually. She nearly fell on her ass, but Matt saved her.” 

You shot a look at Foggy. “I did not fall on my ass, I stumbled a bit, I was distracted!” 

Karen smiled at you and held out a hand. “Karen Page, the new secretary for Nelson and Murdock, who saved me from getting falsely accused of murder!” 

You gaped at her, your hand frozen in hers. “I’m sorry from what?” 

Karen’s giggles picked up again. “No, you heard right. It’s a long story.” 

“But she was our first case and we won. What did I tell you? Nelson and Murdock will be LEGENDARY!” Foggy pumped his fist in the air triumphantly. 

You considered them both for a second and shook your head as you noted the slight sway in their drunken bodies. “How about a cup of coffee before the fish market? It will sober you up and have you focused for bartering. In the meantime you can tell me all about the first legendary case of Nelson and Murdock.” 

Foggy nodded enthusiastically. “I knew I liked you.” 

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You nearly choked on your coffee as Karen told you what had happened. You were sure it was the wearing effects of alcohol that made her so open to telling you everything, but part of you hoped it was also that you were a friendly face she would want to see again. Foggy had long since fallen asleep, his eyes immediately closing as he collapsed onto your couch. 

“He just appeared out of nowhere- all in black, like a shadow. He had a knife in his hand-” Her eyes closed as she paused, her lip quivering slightly. She swallowed thickly and continued. “I tried to get up, but I was so disoriented from him slamming my head into the wall. There was nothing I could do and I thought of my life and-” She shook her head. “What I thought doesn’t matter, what matters is that this man appeared. Slamming the door open like some dark angel.” He was covered in black from head to toe, the only part of his face that was exposed was his mouth.” 

“So you don’t know if he was good-looking?” You joked, trying to lighten up the air. 

Karen huffed a laugh. “Well, his clothing was skin-tight so I could at least tell that he was ripped. But he took all these hits like they were nothing, he just kept getting back up. I followed them out into the rain and the way he fought-” She shook her head. “I owe him everything, he saved my life. So when he said we needed to take the story to the press, I listened.  

“So you’re the one who exposed the Union Allied. That is INSANE. You’re a hero in your own right, Karen!” You encouraged taking her hand and squeezing it. “There's been too many scummy businesses trying to take over since the attack on New York. We need people like you and whoever this guy is exposing the rats, that way good people can step in honestly and fix our city. You should be proud of yourself for what you did.” 

Karen gave you a small smile, gently squeezing your hand back. Her gaze drifted over your shoulder at the budding gray in the horizon, promising a bright sunrise to greet the new day. “Holy shit, have we really been talking for that long?”

You followed her gaze, eyebrows raising in shock as you eyed the sun peaking the horizon. “Well, you’re a very good story-teller. Maybe you should become an author or something. But I should probably call you and Foggy a taxi.” 

Karen nodded, raising to put her mug in the sink. “And I’ll make sure you get both Foggy and I’s numbers. That way you can actually try the eel next time.” 

You laughed. “I’ll just settle for a regular drink with you guys, then we can work our way up.” 

Karen smiled, her back shaking with laughter as she went to rouse Foggy from the couch. You felt pure relief and joy in your body as you realized you were finally making friends and New York would soon be like home again. 

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Tangerine x female reader super smut. After going to a club to dance, Both get super horny and have steamy rough sex in separate blue light room on a bed (like in the movie when he walks into the prince).

Dear Anon! Thank you for waiting so long. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Rough sex with a stranger, no protection (always have good communication and use protection in real life pls) Pussy eating, fingering, squirting, penetration

Tangerine Master Post

You were beyond tired as you entered the club. The initial glow of the pre-game drinks was starting to wear off after waiting an eternity in the cold to get into the club. Your friends on the other hand were overjoyed and already lost in the sea of bodies. The music was loud and the lights were constantly changing and strobing making it almost impossible to figure out where they went. After a long day at work, this was not the thing you would have chosen to unwind. 

You tried to move through the dancing to find a familiar face when you accidentally bumped into a large body.

“Sorry!” The guy must have been well over 6ft, his large hands came up to grip your arms tightly. You froze unsure of what was happening. His hands were starting to roam and you did your best to push them off. 

“Sorry - I - I’m not interested.” You shook your head trying to get the message across. He didn't seem interested in what you had to say. You took a step back colliding with another warm body and you looked around trying to catch someone's attention. The man behind you easily pulled the man's hands off you. As if knowing it was time to leave you watched the man quickly exit with his group. You looked up at the man behind you,  your back completely pressed up against his front. 

“Thank you.” You mouthed. 

“Not a problem.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear. You realized he must be some kind of bouncer. He looked much too professional to be in a club like this. He nodded to the side and for whatever reason you nodded back. He quickly picked up your small frame and carried you to the side. Placing you on a bar stool in front of the bartender. 

“Lemon make this girl a drink.” He spoke with an English accent. The bartender gave you a nod. “My shift ends in about 20 minutes. Wait for a dance?” 

“Sure.” You smiled still slightly confused by the situation. You gave your order and watched carefully as the bartender made it to ensure this wasn't some kind of trap. 15 minutes passed as you kept your eyes open for your friends, but he found you first. 

“Easy” He handed a large manila envelope to the bartender and then turned his attention to you. 

“Still fancy a dance?” his hair was slightly ruffled and his jacket was missing. You forgot one little detail… you didn't know how to dance… You could move in time with the music but looking at him somehow you felt he might be after something different. 

You still gave him a nod and he held out his hand. 

“Don’t keep me here all night!” The bartender hissed confusing you even more. Soon enough you were pulled through to the center of the hot mess. He turned to face you and you shrunk under his gaze, a thick flush covered your cheeks. He held out his hand again and with a half-functioning mind you put your other hand on his shoulder like you were taught in school. He let out a chuckle and pulled you tight against him. If breathing was difficult before it was almost impossible now. His scent was everywhere and his other arm snaked around your low back trapping you there. 

Giving you a minute to adjust to the situation he held you tightly swaying to the music. This awkward and traditional position had one benefit, you could hide your hot face against his chest. Slowly he guided your hand to his shoulder. He gripped your hips tightly with both hands. Your hiding place was gone and you looked up at him. 

His eyes were curious and it only added to the embarrassment. You reached up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” This made him chuckle again. 

“Just hold on,” he said easily pulling you tighter. Soon enough you relaxed against his body. He was very much in charge of setting the pace, his eyes asking silent questions and his hands went traveling your body. More and more you realized that this wasn't really dancing at all. 

Once realizing this, whatever it was, was more about touching than it was about the music or form, you really started to relax. His touch was firm and inviting making you realize just how long it had been since someone had spent time touching you. 

When he lowered his head your gaze focused on his lips. He moved towards you slowly and you eagerly met him halfway. Pushing up on your tip toes. He smiled into your mouth. You were completely at his mercy, his mouth and strong hands, all of it was too much and not enough. 

Gripping the back of his neck you let him guide your hips forward to meet his leg. Naturally, your hips jerked forward at the opportunity for friction. One of his hands stayed there on the swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind down on him, while his other hand was firm on the back of his neck. Holding you in place so he could devour your mouth. 

Things were moving past what you would consider appropriate for public. As if reading your mind and wanting to push you further his hands reached down to grab the back of your thighs, picking you up in one swift motion. He brought you closer to what your body needed. You could finally hit the spot you needed. Grinding hard against his length you moaned into his mouth. If he kept you here like this for any amount of time he was going to push you over the edge. 

Breaking the kiss and looking at him you could see your effect on him which only made you needier. Somehow he could not only support your weight easily like this, but you were also moving in time with the music.

Your body was reaching its limits, and you could see him waiting for you to tap out. Seeing your friends watching you from the bar was enough to make you freeze up. 

“Your -I’m - can we” You awkwardly stammered in his ear, caught between feeling mortified and desperate not to stop. 

“You wanna leave or leave together.” He asked in your ear. You let go of the breath you were holding. 

“Together.” You said quickly like it was lifting a weight off your chest. He finally placed you back on the ground and you fixed your short skirt back into place. He turned you around and kept you in front of him as you walked towards the bar. 

You silently prayed that your friends wouldn’t make a big deal. You moved away from him as he spoke to the bartender. 

“We’re going to go hang out some more.” 

“YESSS!!!!” Tara shouted doing a happy dance. Liz on the other hand gave you a look across the friend group. 

“You sure?” She mouthed and you nodded. She pointed to her phone reminding you to check-in. You gave her a thumbs up then gravitated back to where you wanted to be. 

He looked down at you and pulled you close starting to lead you toward an elevator.  You entered the old contraption and wondered if it would be able to make the journey. You didn't have much time to think about the horrid screeching noise the doors made when closing because his hands were gripping your face bringing your mouth back to his. His hands were much more persistent wasting no time lifting you up and holding you there against him. The elevator dinged and he grabbed your ass as he carried you down the hallway. He pinned you up against the wall beside the door the added pressure making you moan. 

“Fuck” You ground against him as he fumbled with the door key. Once it was open he took you inside, then suddenly everything was blue. 

“What the fucking -” He looked around then at you. “Fuck it I wanna see you.”

He carried you further into the room and you saw many reflections of yourself hanging off of him. The room was covered in mirrors. The ceiling, most of the walls, and the large windows doubled as more mirrors.  In the center of the glowing blue orb was a round plush bed. You had so many questions about the design choices. 

He placed you gently on the end of the bed and you lay there looking up at him catching your breath for a moment. 

The music from the club was faded but still loud to your ringing ears. Your hands reached behind you to unzip the dress you were wearing but his hands slid up the sides of your legs. He took your patines off and wasted no time sliding his fingers between your wet folds. You quickly abandoned your attempt to undress being pulled under by the sensation of his rough fingers. 

“Fuck you're wet. Got a spot on my trousers.” Your cheeks flushed but it wasn't enough to pull you from what you were feeling. He used his free hand to help you undress his fingers never moving from your wet heat.  He undid his belt and you shook your head. 

“No” You mumbled and sat up to start to undo the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. If there was an opportunity for him to be naked you were going to take it. He sighed looking somewhat amused at the situation. His fingers abandoned you and he took his clothes off piece by piece. The blue light made his skin glow and you looked over his various tattoos and hard body. Your eyes finally landed on his thick cock and you swallowed. There was no way all of that was going to fit in your mouth. A slight wave of panic brushed over you, that's what men expected right? Suddenly you realised that you were having sex with no discussion, with a complete stranger. 

His fingers came up and pinched your jaw lightly. Your brief moment of rational thought was blurred out by the realization that choking to death on him might not be such a bad way to go. Your heart rate sped up again, your body heavy with anticipation. 

 Instead, he guided you up onto your knees to kiss him. His hand kept a tight grip on your neck as his other hand grabbed your breast. You instantly arched your back putting yourself on display for him. Taking a deep breath and looking to the side you could see yourself there, on your knees, legs spread, your pushed-out chest heaving, the curve of your ass, but it was his hands on you, the way he looked down at you. His hands were rough and commanding as they gripped your body and you had never looked so submissive. 

You moved to press your face into the warmth of his shoulder breathing in the air off his skin. 

“Don’t get shy for me now, love” His hand laid a firm slap on your left ass cheek and you let out a loud moan. “That’s a good girl.” He pushed you down to lay on the bed and your head was spinning and you felt yourself slip further and further away as he kissed his way down your body. Normally you would have died from embarrassment, but he pulled your legs wide open, eyes devouring you. 

Looking up at the ceiling you saw all of yourself strung out on the bed. No part of you was hidden, the blue light reflecting on your swollen folds making them look purple. 

Then his head was in the way and you let out a small scream as he began eating you out. No slow warm-up, no figuring out what turned you on. Confidence rolled off of him as he sucked and lapped at your clit. The tips of his fingers teased your entrance breaking whatever was left of your sanity. 

“Please, please, please -” You begged voice wet with the brutal twisting of passion ripping you apart. He gave in and his rough fingers slowly pushed you open and you choked when he rubbed a sensitive spot. 

“I can’t- fuck - I’m going- I -” Your chest heaved your words sounding like they were coming from someone else.

“Cum.” He said before upping his pace. You barely lasted another second before your body collapsed. Everything became tense and he held your clit in his mouth holding your body in contraction. Your lungs stopped working, as it tore through you. You felt yourself gush, something that had never happened before. Your eyes opened to see yourself, back arched, crushing his head with your thighs, making an absolute mess. 

It snapped and your body went limp. The air returning to your lungs also brought tears to your eyes. Nothing in your body was working the way it normally did.

He looked down at you hungrily and wiped his mustache off with the back of his arm. 

“Sorry -” For making such a mess? For crying? For crushing your head? You took a shaky breath. He came close to you on the bed, grabbing your chin again. 

“What am I going to do with you, baby?” His thumb ran across your bottom lip. “Come here” he guided you up onto shaking legs and turned you to face one of the big mirrors. He helped you get on your knees. “Want you to watch.” He mumbled getting himself sorted behind you. He pulled your hips back and guided you onto his cock.

"Wait" You mumbled "What's your name?"

"Tangerine."

"Really?" You looked at him and were instantly distracted by the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You let out a moan, focus drawn back to the position he had you in.

You watched it happen, his thick purple cock slowly disappearing into your wetness.

“This fucking cunt” He hissed into your neck as he struggled to bottom out. Your whole body surrendered to him as he pushed into you. You were impossibly full and stretched out as he held you there pressed to his front. He slowly started to move and you watched fixated as he fucked you. 

“Good girl, taking all of me like that.” His praise made your knees start to shake. He picked up the pace and moved his hands from your hips. One gripped your throat tightly and the other moved to your clit. You watched his fingers stroke you causing all your muscles to begin seizing. You struggled to hold yourself together waiting for his command. You could see it in his face that he needed you just as bad. 

“Be good for me, love. Nice and tight when you cum for me.” He breathed into your ear and your body surrendered to his command completely. When you went under you felt your pussy struggle and choke on the size of his cock, your stretched heat struggling to contract around him. He just pushed into your further, keeping thrusts shallow. You could feel him all the way through you as he moaned. When his hand let up on your throat you felt yourself fall, body pulsing. Looking down you saw all of your wetness mix with his release as it coated the inside of your thighs. 

Your body was spent and your muscles had completely given out. He picked you up and took you into the bathroom.  He carried you to the bathroom pressing your chest against the cool marble of the vanity. He spread your legs. 

“Fuck that’s hot.” He bit into your ass cheek and then began cleaning you up. You peed and made your way slowly back to the bed. The blue lights were turned out and a small bed lamp was on. 

“Found something a bit more normal.” He said pulling his phone out of his pants pocket. You slowly moved through the room looking for your purse. Everything was thrown around and eventually, you decided to sit on the bed for a moment. 

You weren't expecting this feeling. You’d never slept with a stranger, never had sex like that before either. But the low feeling you had at the moment made your bones feel cold. He was going to leave and you weren't sure what you felt but it was suffocating. 

You placed your head in your hands and tried your hardest to push everything down. This emotion was loneliness, it was probably because it had been a long time since your boyfriend left you. That’s all - 

His arm hooked around your waist and pulled you further onto the bed. You let out a sound of surprise as you rolled over to look at him. 

“You should tell your friends that I haven't murdered you.” He grabbed your purse from the side table and lay next to you keeping his arm around you. The proximity was immediately soothing.

“What if you're going to murder me now?” You asked while sending a text off to Liz. 

“And deprive myself of the world's best pussy. Not a chance.” He said causing your face to turn red. “The rest of you is nice too.” He added quickly. 

“Wow thanks?” You said awkwardly. 

“You hungry?” He ran his fingers along your stomach. 

“Yes,” You answered honestly. 

“Not too late for a first date is it?” 

“In general no” You laughed. “But I’m not going to be able to walk, especially in heels for a while.” 

“Room service it is then. Hopefully, the food isn't as kinky as the room” 

“That would be a bad thing?” You asked wondering what on earth went through this guy's mind. 

“Not if I’m eating it with you I guess.” He shrugged and ordered a whole wack of food. 

“What is this place?” 

“My employer set it up. Makes things a whole lot worse when you consider that I would’ve been here with my brother.” 

“The bartender is your brother?” You asked confused at what job they could possibly have. 

“Well, um - it's complicated.” He said looking sad for a moment. 

“I’m not going to see you again am I?” The familiar sinking feeling came back as you said the words. 

“My job doesn't leave a lot of room for a relationship.” Not even his confidence could cover that he was feeling the same thing you were. 

“Then get a better job,” you said with a cheeky grin. He pulled you closer to him and started kissing you. 

“Let’s see how many times I can get that pretty cunt to cum for me before room service gets here.” 

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He woke up to the sound of a phone notification going off. He knew he shouldn't, but he reached over your sleeping body and grabbed your phone.

It lit up showing a long text from what looked like an ex-boyfriend. Bla bla bla - we should still be together - bla bla bla - Tara saw you with a guy - bla bla bla - he is trouble

His eyebrows drew together looking up at the name at the top of the screen the phone nearly slipped from his fingers.

No fucking way. No fucking way was he leaving you behind for that scum bag. He didn't know you that well but you'd barely shut up after dinner. Thinking of the comments you made about your ex became very worrisome.

He put your phone down on the side table. The thought of leaving was already heavy on his mind all night. He gave up on entanglements a long time ago for this exact reason. But if this was what was waiting for you, being with him and Lemon was really the safer option. Therefore it would technically be rescuing you....

He looked up at the ceiling to see your sleeping face nestled into his neck, unable to understand how he got so lucky.

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 8: Spanish music)

We all need those two. Don't lie to me.

A Spanish song filled the air. It was a happy one, one with a good singer and a harmonic guitar. The kind of song you’d listen to on a warm afternoon when you’re sitting in the sun or you’d dance to in the summer. It sounded like peace and freedom. It was a nice song. Jorge hated it.

He didn’t hate the song per se. He actually liked it a lot. He had danced to it with his husband just a few days before. He just hated that the melody was loud enough to reach his ears. He hated that it was currently playing. It had woken him. Just a minute ago, he was sound asleep, dreaming about the man that was draped above him. He looked at the warm body and couldn’t help but smile. His short dark hair was a mess. The short grey part seemed more obvious than usual. He was getting old. They were getting old. Together.

If Jorge had woken up from the sound, his husband could as well. He didn’t want that. He deserved some more rest, a few hours could be enough. So he took the phone from the nightstand to stop the buzzing. He turned it in his hand, realizing it wasn’t his own. It was Dani’s phone. Of course it was. Only he had set this particular song as a ring tone.

His mind was still a little bit behind so he was ready to just tell anyone off that couldn’t read a clock or didn’t care about time differences. He looked at the screen and his plans had suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t some sponsor, journalist, a KTM member or younger rider that needed help. The name tag read a familiar name. One that was none for random calls. Especially at this early hour. “Lil Marquez”. Alex. The picture set confirmed it. Alex was grinning at him. It was a picture of him lifting Shira on his right and Stitch on the left. It was taken a few years ago when the Marquez brothers had visited them and bought the dogs along. They would meet him and his boyfriend in a few hours. There was no reason to call him.

“Alex, did your mama not teach you about appropriate times to call someone? It’s 6am. We had agreed to meet you and the little Italian at 11” he spoke as quite as he could not to wake Dani. The older was still sound asleep on his chest. His heart calmly beating against his own. Absentminded, he buried his hand in his hair. He was pissed, he always was when he didn’t get enough sleep. But that didn’t mean Dani couldn’t sleep some more. He tried keeping his voice low.

“Jorge? Sorry, I know it’s early. I couldn’t wait longer.” That wasn’t Alex. Alex didn’t had an accent when he spoke Spanish. “Here’s Luca.” His voice was tired. He was sad. A weird feeling grew in him. That wasn’t a good sign. Luca wasn’t the type to randomly call him. He never did actually. He didn’t even had his number, that’s why he was using Alex phone.

“Can you two come earlier and not to Alex house? He… We are at the hospital” he continued and Lorenzo felt himself tense up. Riders at a hospital were never a good combination. “Is everything okay? Is Alex injured?” His blood ran cold at the thought. “No but Marc is. It’s not looking good. It’s looking terrible actually.” “How bad is terrible? His arm-?” “Is the least of his problems. He… The doctor said we shouldn’t get our hopes up. He… He will probably never wake up again”

Luca’s voice broke. The man whose nickname was the ‘iceman’ lost his voice over a sentence. He bit his hand not to start crying in the floor of a hospital.

The world froze for a moment.

A world without the Spaniards smile seemed like it had no other destiny than to freeze. His smile was too bright and his attitude too positive to be lost. Jorge couldn’t even imagine a life without him, even if they didn’t had a lot of contact over the retirement years. Still, he kept being a presence in his life.

Marc had just inserted himself in their life back in 2013. 2012, actually, at the pre-season test. He had tried to befriend Dani and Jorge remembered seeing this teenager, not even 20 years old, bombarding his boyfriend with question. He had smiled and looked like he happily answered his questions. That hadn’t changed in the following year and Jorge had felt jealousy at first. Now it seemed ridiculous but the he just didn’t like that this younger man took so much attention from his lover. So he had made it clear how close the two really were.

He had slung his arms around his boyfriend and made sure to check that Marc took the route behind the motorhomes as well before he decided to make out with Dani there. Dani hadn’t like this action of his and as it turns out neither would Jorge like it. Showing Marc that his teammate wasn’t single was a mistake. He hadn’t expected that there’d be any consequences for him. But now he was being targeting by the younger Spaniard as well. He was asked question and was quickly befriended. Now Jorge knew what Dani had to endure and realized that his affection for Marc was the natural reaction of the curious, young track terror.

“What happened?” he heard himself say. His voice was empty of emotions. If not, he might had start crying. “Motorcross. He… He didn’t land right” “Fuck” he felt his free hand grabbing Dani closer. Lorenzo pressed him tighter to his body, just to feel that he was there. That he was okay. That his worst fear of his career wasn’t real. “I can’t reach their parents and I don’t know what to do. Alex is so worried and… You and Dani have this weird older brother-2nd dads relationship to them. Can you… Please. I think Alex really needs you” It wasn’t even a question that should have been worth asking. He would have brought Dani to the hospital to comfort the younger brother even if he had to drag him.

“We’ll be there as soon as possible” It was a promise. They’d be there and Dani could make sure that their younger Spaniard would get the help he needed and probably denied himself. “Thank you” “It’s nothing. How are you coping?” “I… Let’s talk about that in person” “Okay. I’ll wake Dani and will be in the car soon” “Thanks. I’m really sorry for asking you this. I… I don’t know who else to ask” “Don’t, Luca. You all are family. Somehow”

The Italian chuckled. “Somehow?” “Yeah. Don’t ask me how my family became two Spanish boys, one Italian boyfriend and a husband.” “You love us” he teased. “I do. I really do.” He agreed without his usual mental barriers of expressing feeling. The news about Marc had already broken the part of him that couldn’t express feelings.

“Do you want to keep speaking while we’re getting ready or-“ he offered, knowing that sometimes it could calm people but Luca already declined. “No, I should hang up. I don’t want to leave Alex alone for too long. “Yeah, sure.” He said before hanging up.

He put the phone back on the place on the nightstand and let his thoughts wander for a moment. Marc. Hospital. Serious. He didn’t like the combination. He hated them actually and for a second he wished he hadn’t answered the phone. He wished he had just ignored the ringing. Then he looked at Dani. Dani. His Dani. The love of his life.

For a moment he thought about the past. He thought about the countless kissed they shared and sleepless nights and stolen moments when both decided the media or their team could wake. But not the other. They couldn’t wait. They had hidden in closets, behind and inside motorhomes just to take the others hand or kiss them or tell them how much they loved each other before going out for a session. At some point it had become a tradition. ‘Tell him you love him’ was at the back of their mind before they went out to ride a bike at 350km/h in just some funky leather. They had sworn to never ride while angry at each other.

The danger of their job seemed suddenly so much higher once the other person on the bike wasn’t just a colleague or friend but the one that waits for you when you come home. The one who comes home to you. The one that comes home with you. Suddenly what they always was as dangerous as their mothers always cursed it was. And they had to experience that as well. They had spent a lot of time in a hospital with each other, because of each other and for each other. They had been there for the other after every surgery, still by their side when they woke up. Every timey they knew they’d be able to leave together. But this was different.

Jorge kissed his husband softly. He wanted to show him how much he loved and cared for him, always did, always would. He only barely moved his lips, letting the other feel the warm of his skin and smell the familiar scent. He felt him wake up. He needed to tell Dani and he had to do it gently.

“Dani? Dani, my love” he tried not really getting an answer. “Mmmm…” “I love you” he kissed him again and this time the older responded. He kissed him back, softly and innocent. “I love you too” he whispered back. A few seconds past. Dark eyes slowly focusing. He looked at him curiously, a smiling that the younger wanted to protect at all cost while knowing he was about to shatter it.

“So what did you do now?” he asked playful like always when Jorge was extra sweet. He usually did something stupid like buy a very expensive and very ugly designer jacket. But this time he didn’t gave a cheeky response like he usually would. He was looking for words, not sure what to say or how to phrase it. He wanted to find the softest way to tell him the bad news. Dani looked at him, slightly frowing. He didn’t understand what was happening. Yet.

“What’s going on, Jorge?” The truth. As bad as it was, it was the only acceptable thing to say. “Luca called.” He said and watched as the smile slowly faded. His husband seemed to have the same train of thoughts. Luca wasn’t the type to call in the early hours of the morning for no reason. “Marc had an accident.” The words felt foreign in his mouth, like it wasn’t really him who was speaking. He couldn’t remember that his brain had come up with that certain combination of letters. “It’s… not looking good. He asked us to come to the hospital to look after Alex.”

“Motorcross?” “Yeah… Yesterday” “Oh” That was everything he said before he put his head back on the younger man’s chest.

He breathed for a moment. Jorge smelled like sweat and lemon like he always did. When he closed his eyes he noticed the smell of gasoline but maybe it was just his imagination. He listened to his heartbeat, felt his chest rise and fall while his arms hold him as tight as he hold him. Both needed a moment.

“We should get going” Jorge said after a few minutes and Dani agreed but it took them some more time to actually untangled themselves. They didn’t want to let go of the other just to face reality. They looked at each other, thinking the same. ‘It could have been you’ ‘I’m so happy I never had to make a call like that because of you’.

Jorge was driving. He took a longer but more easy route to the hospital. He was able to concentrate but he didn’t want to put his husband in more danger than necessary. Dani himself seemed lost in thoughts. He was looking outside the window, watching the trees pass but there was no way he was actually able to focus on nature.

[cosmicsmosh]

hush, hush

the one where sam and (y/n) have crossed the line between enemy, friend, and lover. 

sam kiszka x female reader

read part 1

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering (f receving), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex

you had slipped out the front door easily, opting for an irish exit rather than lengthy goodbyes with tipsy friends. when you got outside, you realized you had no idea what sam’s car even looked like. maybe this was a stupid idea. you barely knew the guy. you’d never really spent more than a few minutes completely alone with him. 

just as you were starting to second guess yourself, you saw sam rounding the corner of the house. 

“c’mon, my car’s over here,” he motioned for you to follow him. 

when you caught up to him, he placed his hand on your lower back, walking close to you. you tried not to think about how sweet that was and remember that this was just sex. you couldn’t start feeling things beyond lust for sam kiszka. 

his car was parked haphazardly in the grass with all the other vehicles. you stepped into the passenger seat and began to take a look around. it wasn’t a messy car, but it also wasn’t spotless. he had some miscellaneous items strewn about the back, namely a sweatshirt, beanie, and some sheet music. 

you didn’t speak on the way to his place. soft rock music played over the speakers as his hand found it’s way to your thigh. he placed it tentatively on your knee first, as if you weren’t about to have sex with him. after a moment, he moved it up further, giving you a light squeeze and rubbing his thumb against you. 

sam was right; he didn’t live too far from the party. in just 5 minutes, you were pulling into the driveway of his house. your palms began to sweat as you anticipated the evening ahead of you. what were you getting yourself into? wordlessly, you stepped out of his car and followed him to the front door. 

“i’ve never been here before,” you finally broke the silence between you.

“yeah, i know,” he laughed as he unlocked the door.

sam’s place was nothing like you expected. you were anticipating the typical decor of a man in his mid-20s: beer posters, a lone futon, and basically anything but homey. but sam’s entry way was surprisingly classy. dark walls, genuine art, and a bookcase full of trinkets and pretentious books.

sam threw his keys in a bowl and hung his jacket on the coat rack, slipping off his shoes at the same time. you took that as a signal it was okay if you did the same. sam surprised you by grabbing your coat from your hands and hanging it up for you.

“do you want a tour, seeing as you’ve never been here before?” sam shoved his hands in his jean pockets. was he nervous?

“yeah, a tour would be nice,” you smiled. he threw his arm out, gesturing you to move into the house. his hand found it’s way to your lower back once again as he guided you through his home.

“so, living room, kitchen, dining room,” he pointed everything out to you as you walked. he had an open floor plan home so nearly everything was visible from the same viewpoint. “there’s a bathroom over there, and then my music room is in here.”

“it’s not what i expected at all,” you said, running your finger along the shelf of cookbooks in his kitchen.

“yeah, i get that a lot,” he chuckled. “but i don’t know, i just like to decorate.”

you smiled at him, breaking away from his touch to wander around a little more. he let you, just watching as you took everything in.

“do you have a dog?” you asked, picking up a framed photo of him and the cutest dog you’d ever seen.

“yeah, that’s rosie,” he said, walking over. he lit up talking about her. “she’s the best. my best friend.”

“oh yeah? i didn’t know you had a dog,” you smiled softly while he looked at the picture with adoration.

“she’s at josh’s tonight. i wasn’t sure how late i’d be out or where i’d end up tonight, and she gets lonely,” he sighed, placing the picture back on the shelf. “you can meet her next time,”

next time. next. time. he thought there’d be a next time of…whatever this was going to be.

“next time, huh?” you smirked, stepping closer to him.

he stuttered a bit trying to reply.

“yeah, i mean, if it goes well or whatever,” he shrugged.

“are you…nervous, sammy?” your voice was barely above a whisper. you stepped even closer, taking a finger and trailing down his chest. your finger stopped at the top of his abdomen.

“yeah,” he finally breathed out. his sincerity surprised you.

“me too,” you whispered back. you leaned up to look at him, and he bent down to just barely graze your lips.

you decided to be brave and close the gap. your lips melded into his with just a tinge of hesitancy. you both paused for a moment, tenderly kissing each other. it was strange, to be so soft and gentle with sam. you shivered as his hands softly traveled down your side, landing on your hip. he pulled you in ever so slowly.

you crawled your hand up his chest, landing on his shoulder and pulling him as close to you as possible. your kiss deepened and you decided to test the waters ever so slightly. you let your hips grind against his with just a little force. he grunted slightly.

“how about we finish this house tour, upstairs, hm?” sam asked, pulling away. you simply nodded in return, hopeful of what was to come.

he grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs, he turned a corner and swung you into his arms. you giggled at the motion, and it had you pressed against his front. he leaned against the wall, kissing you again. one hand pulled your waist in, while the other slipped out to open the door handle.

he gently pushed you off of him just to grab your hand again, leading you inside the bedroom.

he kissed you once more before running over to light some incense. you rolled your eyes at him, both judging his pretentiousness and also finding it endearing. he filed through his incense collection, finding the perfect one, as you took a look around his room, soaking this new side of sam in.

sam fiddled with his lighter, muttering expletives under his breath. you took this moment with his back turned to shimmy your sweater over your head. you silently thanked the universe for pushing you to wear one of your favorite matching sets tonight.

sam finally lit the incense, taking a minute to soak it in. his back was still turned to you, and the anticipation was killing you.

“sam,” you whispered out, trying to get his attention.

he turned to face you and you could see his adam’s apple bounce as he comically gulped.

“cat got your tongue, kiszka?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“fuck, (y/n),” he finally breathed out. he walked toward you slowly as you shifted your weight on your feet. “you look…”

he didn’t finish his sentence before he crashed his lips into yours again. you looped your arms behind the back of his neck, bringing him into you.

he broke away from you, tracing his lips down your neck, licking the evidence of his earlier work. he traced his finger over the lace cups of your bra, getting a closer feel than what he had before. he nipped at the top of your breasts, eliciting a squeal from you. his lips vibrated against your skin, chuckling at your reaction.

you realized his hands had found their way to the clasps of your bra. he fiddled for just a minute, and then looked up at you for permission. you nodded, your mouth gaping open just a little bit.

with a surprisingly little amount of effort, he unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your body.

“not bad, kid,” you quipped as you shimmied it off over your shoulders.

“shut up,” he let out a low chuckle that in the heat of the moment, was nearly pornographic to you.

“make me,” you bit back.

he shut you up almost instantly by connecting his mouth with your nipple. you took in a sharp breath as he sucked and bit in just the right places.

his mouth stayed on your breast for just a bit longer, before it began kissing down your body, kneeling in front of you. soft kisses along your belly started to get lower, landing right above your pelvis. sam looked up at you as he started to unbutton your pants.

“lay down,” he whispered lowly.

you did as told, backing up to meet the bed. as you situated yourself against the headboard, sam slipped his own shirt off and his pants as well. your eyes lingered on the necklaces against his bare chest, and his visible erection through his boxers.

crawling up to meet you, sam’s body hovered over yours. he gave you a long, lingering kiss before trailing his lips down your body once again. in a swift movement, he stripped your pants from your legs, leaving you in just your soaked underwear that were practically clinging to you now.

“you’re so beautiful, (y/n),” he whispered against your thighs.

“thank you,” is all you could muster out, due to the soft kisses he was leaving against your clothed core.

he placed a few more pecks against your cunt before looping his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, ridding them from your body.  

you suddenly felt nervous, so naked in front of sam kiszka. instinctively, you squeezed your legs together while he kneeled to slip your panties completely off.

“don’t get shy on me now, (y/n),” he leaned down places his hands on your inner thighs, lightly parting them again.

“i just, i think i’m overthinking things,” you sighed out.

he leaned back down, parting your thighs even more. his body fit in between them, and he began placing kisses along your upper inner thighs.

“talk to me,” he hummed against your thigh.

“just what are we doing? i thought you hated me,” you let the words spill out as sam’s lips grew closer to your core.

“would i be doing this if i hated you?” he asked before placing a kiss directly on your clit. you gasped at the contact.

“no, i guess not,” you chuckled lightly.

“so, may i continue?” he asked, his lips just barely touching you. you looped your fingers through his hair as your reply.

his tongue flicked between your folds, taking in your wetness and drawing soft circles on your clit. he sucked and nipped, causing you to buck your hips into his face. he chuckled against you, making you grip his hair tighter.

you threw your head back in euphoria, letting out soft moans. your chest heaved and you looked down to see sam lapping you up with nearly the same euphoric look on his face. his hips ground into the mattress, obviously trying to get some friction going for himself.

just as you were about to ask if he’d like some relief, you felt sam’s finger thrust inside you. your back arched again, this time as he curled his finger hitting just the right spot.

“sammy, fuck,” you gasped out. “i need more.”

“whatever you say, baby,” he smirked to himself. he placed a second finger inside you, not giving yourself time to process the pet name he just called you.

sam continued to pump his fingers inside you, continuing to suck on your clit. your vision was getting blurry and you felt like the pressure in your lower abdomen was about to let loose.

“sammy, i’m gonna cum,” you let out in between exasperated breath.

“come on, baby. cum for me,” he said, quickening his pace.

it took one last curl of his fingers inside you to send you over the edge. your hands gripped even tighter in his hair as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

he slowly removed himself from you, lifting his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. you laid there, breathlessly coming down from your high, watching him in awe. as he leaned back to rest on his knees, you noticed the obvious wet spot against his crotch. you bit your lip and got onto your knees, crawling toward sam.  

your finger traced the outline of his erection, sending goosebumps down sam’s arms.

“ya know, it feels much bigger without those pesky jeans in the way,” you said, looking up at him theough your lashes. you began to palm him through his boxers.

“yeah? why don’t we lose another layer then?” he quickly slipped off the bed, removing his underwear at warp speed.

he stood next to the bed, allowing you to get a full look at the beauty that stood before you. for someone who acted like such a dick most of the time, he sure wasn’t compensating for anything.

you moved forward on your knees, leaning in to fully grasp him. a small moan left his mouth as you swiped your thumb to gather the precum leaking from the tip. the moan encouraged you to swipe a drop off and lick it from your thumb, which earned a breathy “fuck” from sam.

you began to use one of your hands to form a makeshift ponytail and the other to start stroking sam. as you leaned forward, your lips pursed, sam lifted your chin up.

“woah, baby, as much as i’d love to feel your tongue on my cock right now, i don’t think i’m going to last much longer,” he said. you nodded in return, letting your hair back down from your grip.

“are you going to fuck me, sammy?” you asked, leaning back onto the bed.

“i think i just might,” he hovered his body over yours.

just as he began to run his fingers back through your arousal, he stopped himself.

“shit, i need to get a condom,” he muttered, raising himself off of you. you stopped him with your hand.

“sammy,” you said quietly. his eyes softened at this new found name you had for him. “are you clean?”

“yeah, you?” his voice was low and inquisitive.

“yeah,” you nodded back. “and i’m on the pill.”

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he lowered himself back on you, and began running his cock along your folds. you moaned lightly.

“please just fuck me already, sam,” you let out.

and fuck you he did. he slipped into you, bottoming out, letting you fully feel him. you both let out a gaspy moan. he sat in you for a moment, letting both of you adjust to the feeling. what followed such a rough entrance surprised you: sammy leaning down to tenderly kiss you.

“you’re so beautiful, (y/n),” he whispered, lips hovering just above yours. “i’ve kinda wanted to do this for awhile.”

“sammy,” you breathed out, as he begin to slow slide out of you.

“you don’t have to say anything to that. i know you hated me or whatever but-“

“sammy,” you interrupted him. “as much as i hate to admit it, i’ve wanted this for a long time too.”

“really?” he asked, sincerity engulfing his eyes.

you nodded back, just as he had finally slid out of you. he leaned down, kissing you much more roughly than before. as he pulled away from your lips, he pushed into you once more. your body had gotten a little more used to his size now, but it still caused a sharp squeal to come out of your mouth.

once he had fully adjusted himself inside of you, sam began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. he didn’t hesitate to let out little moans, pants, or expletives, all tied in with your name. you loved how vocal he was, and it made you find yourself snaking your hand down to circle your clit.

sam let his gaze follow your wondering hand and when he saw what you were doing, he let out a low grunt. “fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. i’m not sure if i’m going to last very long.”

“that’s ok, sammy. you’re doing so good.” your praises seemed to work for him, a mental note you’d save for that possible “next time.” he began to speed up his pace and you clenched around him, speeding up your own hand’s control of your clit.

the only sounds in the room were of skin on skin and your mutual moans. his necklaces would occasionally bump your jaw as they dangled over you. before he even announced it, you could feel sammy begin to cum. his pace was stuttering and his brow began to furrow.

“cum in me, sammy. i want to feel you,” your voice was barely above a whisper, which was all you could muster as you reached the peak of your second orgasm. as if it was planned, you felt your orgasm wash over you just as sam released himself inside you.

as you both came down from your highs, sam let his body weight completely rest on you, and you accepted it with open arms. you let your hands wander to his back, tracing it up and down with your fingernails.

eventually, sam rolled off of you, letting himself out of you completely. you felt an emptiness without him inside of you, but were quickly reminded by what he left behind.

sensing the situation, sam hopped up from his bed, turning the corner to open the bathroom. he quickly came back with a wet towel, and began cleaning you up. you looked at sam sweetly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. he chuckled softly at your gesture before throwing the towel in the general direction of the bathroom.

he let his weight fall on top of you again, letting out a satisfied sigh. he began to nuzzle his nose into your neck. you softly pet his hair, while catching your breath and immediately overthinking things. what did this mean now? what would you and sam become after this?

“i have to pee,” you announced, quickly slipping out from under sam. he let out a slight grunt as he hit the weight of the mattress. you practically ran to the bathroom, immediately locking the door behind you.

as you sat there, you tried to mull over every outcome that could come from this, but your mind was still hazy from your orgasms. all you knew right now as that you somehow liked sam and wanted him more than just tonight.

once you were done, you came back into sam’s room, suddenly aware of your nakedness. you were trying to search the floor for your clothes when sam spoke, starting you slightly.

“you can wear these,” he held out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tshirt. he sported his own pair of flannel pants, that just barely covered his hips.

“sam, i can’t just get in an uber wearing your pajamas,” you looked back down, continuing your search.

“uber? are you…not staying the night?” he reached up to run a hand down his face, seemingly embarrassed.

“you want me…to stay?” you rose from the floor walking over to him, pressing your bare body against him. you trailed a finger across his bare chest.

“i do. i’d like it if you did. if you want to, of course,” he smiled, brushing a hair out of your face.

“i’d like that too,” you smiled, grabbing the pajamas from his hands. he smiled again as he went over to blow out his incense and settle in bed as you slipped the clothing on. you took a moment to take in the scent of the tshirt, once again appreciating how attractive sam smelled.

you joined sam in bed, slipping next to him under the covers. he laid on his back and you curled up beside him, placing your hand on his chest and fiddling with a necklace.

“i already know you’re overthinking this right now, (y/n), but this doesn’t have to be figured out immediately,” he trailed his fingers absentmindedly over your arm as he spoke. “let’s just enjoy tonight, and take it day by day.”

“yeah, you’re right,” you let out a sigh. you almost hated how he could read your mind. “i’m glad we did this tonight.”

he let out a low chuckle. “yeah, me too.”

as you settled into him, your eyes started to drift close, your exhaustion from the evening finally setting in.

“goodnight…kid,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“oh shut the fuck up,” you laughed, pushing his chest away from you.

“i just had to, felt inappropriate to call you that earlier,” he chuckled, closing his eyes himself.

you brought him closer again, giving him a light pinch to the side, tickling him enough to make him squirm.

“goodnight, sammy,” you finally said, closing your eyes and laying your head on his chest.

“goodnight, (y/n),” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

[sathellio]

it's genloss ep 3 rewatch time! let's see if I cry this time

1. OH MY GOD I don't remember the last time I watched this episode and THE INTRO?? GOES SO HARD??? the glitches, the drone footage, the MUSIC??? ugh, perfection. literally took my breath away

2. hi gl!Ranboo, we are here, we want to help so badly (I feel so much despair at their ask for help)

3. I forgot how much the soundtrack in this ep adds to the ambience. it just feels so perfect for an abandoned mall where you don't know what to do, how to move forward

4. poor gl!Ranboo was just so scared. I think the only reason he trusts Hetch is because, well, what else can he do in this moment? he doesn't know where he is or presumably how he got there in the first place, so he clings to the first and only person to offer help, and that becomes his downfall

5. oh god, Hetch plants the idea that we, the audience, are not to be trusted. he says "they can't control you anymore." yes, it's true to some extent that we controlled him sometimes, but by saying "control" instead of "help" or some other, more positive connotating word, Hetch is making sure that Ranboo doesn't trust us, also making them trust Hetch more. it's an us vs them mindset. no wonder gl!Ranboo probably thought we killed him out of hate :(

6. oh, one of Ranboo's first thoughts being that he could have helped the others :(

7. "the police can handle this I can't handle this" ow ow ow :(

8. "that's security, you won't have to worry about it" yeah Charlie's the one that has to worry about it (I'm sorry)

9. oh Hetch said he reprogrammed the employees to think Ranboo is part of the show, but he really didn't because he Is still part of the show

10. "how long have I been here" :(

11. when Ranboo is searching the office for the usb he finds a little army dude just like the one found in Charlie in ep 2. do you think the employees donated all the things Charlie had or,,,

12. on the day 1 plan whiteboard there's magnet letters spelling out "newspeak." did we ever figure out what that's for?

13. "looks like they've upped security since, uh" since last time? :(

14. I saw someone say that in the heart of the facility the place where Ranboo enters the code looks like lungs, and that made me realize all the tubes and wires around that are like intestines and arteries respectively. even the colors make sense for that

15. remember how I said Hetch planted the idea that the audience is not to be trusted? yeah, that's why it didn't matter what code we picked. gl!Ranboo was too scared of us

16. who's blood is it at security when the door is opened? an employee?

17. oo the fire alarm adds so much (so silly it wasn't planned)

18. ugh the corridor running scene <3

19. Charlie saying he needs longer legs, silly

20. Hetch refers to himself as The Hetch, clue to his identity or him just being a weirdo?

21. gl!Ranboo murder arc rahhh

22. man the reveal of the cabin gets me every time

23. they already reset the cabin. they're ready for the next show

24. just Everything about it between the cabin reveal and the button press

25. no the music and the light and the birds and oh he almost made it :'(

26. AHHH THE BOW AND HETCH AND THE SLOW RISE WITH THE MASK ON THEN NOOOOOOOOO

27. god this is so painful :(

28. the subtle change in Ranboo's eyes when Hetch says the audience gets to pick oh god

29. the way Ranboo gets quieter as they weigh the options

30. I think the feeling of choosing death will live with me forever. the way the majority chose live at first because of course we want to save them. and then we heard what will happen, and we tried so hard to 50/50 it because we couldn't accept either option. the moment Ranboo begged for death it switched over. the long pause before Hetch announces the result when we know what was chosen lets our decision sink in. and then it's done. we were forced to speedrun the five stages of grief, or at least the first four

31. the way we can hear gl!Ranboo's last breath before the box closes? god

32. the way, when the lights go red and there's silence and all we can do is watch, it finally looks like a heart with all the veins and blood. roll credits and tears roll down my face

33. and then, of course, it's just another tape. nothing special. just an experiment

god I love generation loss so so much and I'm so so excited to see where it will go in the future. see y'all June 15th I guess

[ashandsweets]

Haunted

JoelxReader

Drabble inspired by Florence, Bill, and Frank. Joel meets a survivor not too far into the outbreak and takes pity on her.

Warning: Major character death, substance abuse

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“Look, I ain’t calling you a liar-“

“Just for one night. Please! I promise to be gone by morning.” You pleaded with the man, hands clasped together while you fell to your knees. How long was it since you had a safe place to rest your head? Two days maybe? Didn’t sound long now that you think about it…

He cocked his gun and pulled it back, letting out an agitated sigh. You looked like Sarah’s former school teacher. His heart ached, still reeling from the traumatic loss of his daughter just 6 months earlier. He distracted himself from the pang in his chest by assessing your appearance. Joel could tell those eyes ain’t seen a lick of violence. Those soft hands probably hadn’t either. He motioned upwards from the ground, letting you know it was safe to get up.

“Oh, thank you, sir!” You practically leapt up from the ground and futilely attempted to brush off the dirt staining your skirt.

It was at that moment Joel realized you’d die out here on your own. His nostrils flared in annoyance as he continued to study you. A looker, no weapons, too trusting…your misfortune could be worse than death. Thoughts of Sarah and his innate desire to keep her safe flooded his brain.

You tried to break the thick silence. “I”ll be gone by morning. Is there anything I can do?”

“Just don’t lie to me.” Joel spat, putting his gun back in the holster.

You didn’t lie on purpose. How were you supposed to know this stranger’s pity would override his conscious? A widow, safely cocooned in the outer city limits, until other survivors began looting and shooting your town. You made it out by the skin of your teeth with only the promise of a “safe zone” the next state over from your neighbor who stayed to fight. You’d never make it alone.

“I ain’t calling you a thief,” he tossed the stale bread your way. “Just don’t steal from me.”

You greedily gobbled it down, still trailing behind the gruff stranger by second nightfall. Stars shined bright, illuminating your path. Such good fortune seldom came those days. You thought better than to question it.

“You know, we still don’t know each other's names.”

“Names make ‘em real.” Was his harsh response. You decided you’d had enough of this whiplash. Picking up your pace, you got ahead and planted yourself inches away from him. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“Move.”

Instead, you took his free hand in yours. Truth is it warmed him up. Been a long time since he was touched by another.

“I am real…” he started to recoil at your words, withdrawing his hand when you gripped it further, placing a timid kiss on his knuckles. An almost inaudible moan escaped past his lips. You raised your head, shaking a little.

“My name is (Y/N)…thank you for keeping me.”

Keep you? Like a stray? Joel couldn’t help but groan in amusement. Well, what the hell? He wouldn’t be meeting up with Tommy for a few more weeks. Having another set of eyes could come in handy till then. Not to mention, you were easy on the eyes…and kind.

“Joel Miller.” He looked down and shuffled a bit. You had the nerve to smile.

“Nice to meet you, Joel Miller.”

*

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“I’m not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me…”

20 years in the post-outbreak world took a heavy toll on Joel. He crushed up the tiny plastic bag of pills and poured himself another glass of fire. It was the only way he could conjure sleep, the type that made him forget his dreams. Joel was tired of seeing faces, so many he lost count.

“And I love you so much, I'm going to let you kill me.”

Joel tilted his head back, letting the music soothe his senses as darkness took over. His final thoughts before giving into slumber were of you.

A liar that said she’d only spend the night. Instead she spent fifteen years.

A thief that stole his heart, a second chance at love.

A ghost Joel failed to protect, shot down in his arms just like his own flesh and blood twenty years earlier.

[neonponders]

Part 34 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 💤

Part 33 (main plot)

Part 31 & 32 (werewolf!Billy chapters haha)

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

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Chrissy won poker, but little Billy and Steve couldn’t be mad at her. Even when small Billy crossed his arms, and Chrissy held out her pinkie finger for a sportsmanship handshake. “Thanks for playing with me, Billy.”

He rolled his eyes at her, but took her fingertip in his hands. “Verwy impressive.”

She grinned and focused on the bigger one. “Could you give us a ride?”

Billy tilted his head for her to follow as he carried the leftover food inside. “Sure.”

Steve dumped the Barbie pool water over the grass and said, “Hug goodbye. You’ll see each other soon.”

“Tomowwow?” small Steve asked eagerly, looking between Steve and Chrissy.

The latter gave it some thought. “Maybe. Eddie and I need to sort through our schedules. I’ve got cheer camp soon.”

Steve perked up. “I forgot about that. I figured Eddie’s shows would be a sooner thing.”

“That too,” Chrissy agreed, but made Steve stop what he was doing by hugging around his middle. “Thanks for today. You really saved me.”

“Aw, no problem. My house never closed to you. We just got busy surviving Geometry.”

Chrissy laughed, “Yeah,” while their littles followed suit.

“Bye, Chwissy,” small Steve chimed as he hugged her. He laughed as Eddie overlapped them, all wings and arms. “Biwwy! Come here!”

“I wanna be in the middlwe,” small Billy declared like a supreme ultimatum. His turquoise eyes shot wide as Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie surrounded him. His expression melted into bewildered, happy confusion.

Chrissy opened her hands on the table for her littles to climb on, and soon Billy, Max, and Chrissy were heading out. Robin stayed to have dinner with Steve, and it was then that small Billy looked up from his spaghetti pieces. “Is big Biwwy coming back?”

Steve gave that some thought, realizing that they hadn’t discussed it. “I don’t know. We’ll see him tomorrow, probably.”

Little Steve’s head fell back in a great impression of Max when she’s annoyed. “Tomowwow’s so far! ”

Robin consoled, “You won’t notice time passing when you’re asleep.”

Big Steve agreed, “You should be more concerned with all the lotion I’m about to put on you after swimming for so long.”

“I don’t wanna be slimy!” Billy cried. Robin peeked at Steve with a smirk, enjoying getting to see how he handled this. But it wasn’t Steve’s first week, rodeo, or bedtime. He had a song ready to get little Billy and Steve in the mood for bedtime and all that it entailed.

The song was “Sweet Transvestite” from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

“Steve,” Robin called flatly from his bedroom doorframe. She could hear little Billy singing along in his en suite bathroom. “Explain.”

Steve angled himself out of the bathroom to shrug a shoulder at her. “He likes the guitar. And, you know, the ‘makin’ a man with blond hair,’ lyric.”

“Not that,” her eyes rolled. “I mean the fact that you showed them Rocky Horror without me.”

“When I have night shifts alone, musicals are the best thing for them,” he finished, turning off the bathroom light and letting his hands be a diving platform for the littles to jump onto his bed. It was the most energy Robin had seen from little Billy outside of jazzercise: swinging his fists and throwing his hips with the music.

“Is it a good thing for them to be doing this much before bed?”

“Sometimes high highs make for low lows that sleep through the night.”

Robin nodded slowly, not too sure about that but then she concluded, “A drive should knock ‘em right out. Come on.”

“You’re not just staying over?”

“I’ve got the morning shift,” she lamented, but swapped to a lighter note, “and Heather said she’d drive me.”

“Oh?” Steve puckered his lips in dramatic interest. His jaw slid to the side as if he tasted something delicious. “Heather?”

“Shut up. We’re driving with the windows down.”

The littles cried a gleeful, “Woo!” at that and stood in her pockets as Steve drove her home. They didn’t get to say goodnight to her, though, since they fell asleep about halfway there. Robin and Steve carefully transferred them to the belly of the otter plushie on his lap, and Steve wished her a good time with Heather.

“I highly doubt it’s like that,” she refuted from outside the passenger door.

“Eh, you never know until you know,” he sang back at her.

She grimaced at him. “Why are you being weird all of a sudden?”

Steve shut his trap and shook his head. “No reason. I’ll leave once you’re inside.”

Robin rolled her eyes at his manly chivalry and waved at him once she had opened her front door. Steve didn’t have it in him to tell Robin about Heather’s fearlessness at parties to kiss girls during Spin the Bottle, but he had confidence that Robin - or Heather - could break that ice on their own.

Besides, a bigger issue arrived in the form of little Steve starting to make sounds in his sleep. Big Steve held the otter tighter to his belly as he turned into his driveway -

“Stevie?” little Billy worried sleepily.

“I hear him. We’re home now. Hold onto him.”

“I am.”

“Good job, buddy. Let’s get you guys inside and in bed.”

Steve tried to keep his pace level as he unlocked his house and locked it behind him. A part of him hoped that the rocking of his steps might help his little to relax, but Billy gazed up at him with fearful eyes. “He’s having a nightmawre. He’s dweaming without me.”

Steve frowned at that as he turned on his bedside lamp, but he didn’t have time to think about it. Billy followed his hands inside their shoebox bedroom as Steve carefully put his little on his bed. “He’s not alone out here. If we can wake him up gently, he’ll be able to go back to sleep without bad dreams.”

Billy exclaimed, “Gentwy? He’s awone! Stevie, wake up!”

“Hey, hey,” Steve tried to curtail without setting Billy off too. “If you dream together, then what makes Steve happy? What makes his brain go fuzzy?”

“Fuzzy?” Billy puzzled.

“Anything. What changes his brain in a good way?”

Billy glowed like an actual lightbulb had gone off behind his eyes. “When you brwush his hairw. And big Biwwy’s water on his face, he wikes the smell o’that.”

Steve gazed flatly at him. Billy’s water....I don’t have his cologne -

“Oh,” he realized aloud, and went into his bathroom. A person didn’t put cologne on their face. He found the skincare Billy usually left out from Steve’s drawers. The bottle was just a simple toner, but it had the faintest spa, floral fragrance. Very unlike Billy’s usual masculine tendencies, but it made sense that little Steve would recognize it from being in Billy’s shirt. That might have been why Billy used it in the first place: a nonintrusive smell for the little guys.

Steve put a couple drops on his fingertips and touched them to the bed underneath little Steve’s pillow, infusing the sheets with the fragrance before his hand holding his smallest comb made the fragrance waft over the little one.

Small Steve’s features were pinched over whatever he was experiencing in his dream, but his brows lifted from the tingly sensation of the comb brushing his hair. Small Billy stood by, holding his hand, until big Steve encouraged, “You can touch his hair. We like it.”

Billy looked up at him for reassurance. Then he reached a hand over Steve’s ear, carefully pushing the brown hair back. For how much work big Steve put into his hair, he certainly didn’t like people touching it during the day.

But at night...nothing put Steve to sleep faster. Someone’s nails dragging across his scalp, stimulating his follicles by moving his hair in messy directions, the trust proximity.

Little Steve’s eyes started to blink while closed, and then he rolled over onto his back. Little Billy gasped, reaching up for the comb to control it more than Steve’s large hand. He kept a loose hold on it so Billy could brush through little Steve’s arching fringe. “Wake up, Stevie. Don’t dweam without me.”

The little one whined another sound, but far from distressed, it sounded simply annoyed. “Mm I wan-hmsff.”

Billy looked up at big Steve. “What did he say?”

The latter smiled. “I just think he’s out of the dream and trying to answer you. I’ve been told I talk in my sleep too.”

Little Billy gasped softly, relieved and bewildered. Steve carefully took the comb back with the insurance, “Keep petting him. He likes it.”

“I know.”

Steve left him next to the little one’s bed and worked on getting ready for sleep, himself, listening to Billy defending little Steve from his bad dreams.

“The dawphins are on tv tomowwow, Stevie. We gotta watch the dawphins. I wonder if big Stevie could make us some bwue food. The scuba drwivers - dwivers - ugh, the scarwy mermaids might be with the dawphins too. It’s fun when they play. I wike watching the fishies with you, Stevie...”

Big Steve’s lips pressed together as the little guy gushed his heart out just to help his favorite person sleep better. As Steve washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed into something softer, Billy’s words dragged on, sentences becoming more and more broken...

“Okay, little man,” Steve breathed as he came to the bedside table. “Your turn for bed.”

“Mm’not sweepy,” he moaned on Steve’s hands. When he tried to put Billy on his bed, though, the little guy whined, “No! Don’wanna sleep.”

“Why not?” Steve humored, because Billy’s eyes were only halfway open.

“ ‘Cause Stevie’s alweady asleep. What if I get bad dweams alone?”

“Steve always wakes up for you when that happens. And he wakes me up, right?”

But Billy whined, and Steve figured this would be a while. He got onto his own bed and set Billy down on the pillow to talk to him. “What are your bad dreams?”

“I don’t remember.”

“That’s helpful.”

“So I never know what to wun from.”

“Oh,” Steve absorbed. “I guess that makes sense. But you know what to wake up to...right?”

Billy blinked slowly, muttering, “I hope so.”

“Hope is good. But you don’t need to hope all the time. I’m out here. And Stevie is out here, waiting for you. Ready and waiting for you to be a bossy butthead.”

Even as Billy laughed, a big, fat tear escaped the side of one of his eyes. Steve petted the pad of his thumb over Billy’s head. “Aw, buddy. You should’ve been in bed a while ago. You did good, looking after mini me. Can you let yourself fall asleep?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you can. Just missing that special ingredient.”

Little Billy’s cheeks got a hint of pink to them. “Kiss?”

“Mmhm. Comin’ in.”

Steve pecked the carefullest kiss on the small forehead, only to pull back and see Billy holding up a hand. “Kiss my hand?”

“I can do that,” his voice warmed. It was more like kissing his whole arm, but it counted. Then he wiggled a finger over Billy’s tummy. “Any bubbles in there?”

Billy chuckled, eyes glassy with impending slumber. “Pwobably.”

“Oh jeez,” Steve sighed theatrically, and kissed Billy’s belly...

Billy held up a leg, foot in the air. “Kiss m’foot.”

“I’m setting a bad precedent,” Steve warned himself, but pinched the tiny ankle between his fingers, and kissed the foot that smelled like Steve’s soap and lotion. Just to be a little obnoxious, Steve used that leg to roll Billy onto his side, and kissed his body and head again. “A whole set of armor. Nothing can get you now.”

“Thank you...Stevie...” Billy blinked vacantly, before his long lashes finally rested on his cheeks.

Steve heaved a sigh. He wondered if he could get the little guy into his own bed, but his own eyes ached for the relief of sleep -

The solid sound of knocking on wood rattled his heart in his chest. Between the late hour and his fatigue, Steve would have crept downstairs with his old, nailed bat in hand.

But he had since learned the melodies that occupied big Billy’s hands.

“Hey,” he said as a question when he opened one of the front doors.

Billy sort of smiled, sort of glanced around him as if he needed the neighbor’s consent to be here. Then he seemed to have a decision behind his eyes as he looked up at him. “Can’t sleep.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed, but through a smile. “There’s a lot of that going around.”

[mellotronmkll]

I feel so bad rn cos i feel so bad for my dad because he's going through some pretty hard stuff rn which I will not get into but it just sucks its very sad and i know its bringing up a lot of past trauma for him and i just feel his sadness so keenly because it's crazy too because we are both so so similar like I'm So much like him but I kind of never realized it growing up and we never talked about it until recently but like. Just the way our brains work and our social difficulties struggling with friendships and insecurities and stuff and idk but we have been talking about it a lot more since he started going to therapy and I started to get more open with my parents about a lot of stuff i was keeping quiet but anyways its like. We share a lot of sadness and shame lol i dont know and the main thing is we both are so withdrawn and always withdraw further into ourselves when things get bad but we both are trying to stop doing that and so I'm trying so hard to reach out to him and connect with him more like 1 on 1 and he is too and it's so frustrating to me that we don't live in the same house anymore. Because like I just talked to him on the phone for over an hour and it was so nice and I can tell he really needed it and like we have our family dnd session on Monday and he kind of shyly asked if we could just both get on the call before the rest of the family shows up to just talk about music and stuff for an hour or something beforehand and I was just like YES of course but likeyeah I don't know it's so frustrating because I just want to go and give him a hug and spend time with him because we both desperately need it but he lives 8 hours away and the most frustrating thing is thinking about how when I Did live with him and also during my 20s after I move out we didn't really connect like this because dumb things got in the way like me being a teenager and him being repressed and weird about talking about his emotions and being vulnerable and now that we actually both can be completely honest with eachother it's INSANE how much our feelings mirror eachothers and how much we can relate to eachother and its just like. If only we had done this sooner!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But there's no time like the present but now I live so far away. And honestly I just feel like I took him for granted earlier in my life but also he needed to work on himself too and so did I so I dont know. But also he was as far as dads go a really extremely good father and I tell him that but when I was a teenager I was definitely making him feel I hated him and I wish I could Truly express just how much I actually am grateful and proud of him and forgive him for everything that I ever was angry about and anything he ever fucked up lol. But it's crazy to think how like earlier in my life I was horribly selfish and I was busy and stuff and I still thought of my parents as My Parents instead of you know real people on some level subconsciously..and back then I probably wouldn't have registered or noticed as much when he was struggling with things like he is now but now it hurts me So much to just only be able to call him and try to let him know he's not alone but I know from experience that even though that helps. Like I Know how bad it can get because I feel it too and we are the same. And just. Oh my god man getting older is so crazy and sad! Honestly! And its just gonna keep happening and thats the scariest thing. but anyways