#and the hair the FUCKIN hair i wanna run my fingers thru it and give it a good hard YANK

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Glenn Howerton from the premiere of Must Love Dogs (2005)

There have been gifs of this interview floating around for a while, so tysm to @pacinoob for finally tracking down this video on Getty Images of all places!

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TOP TEN HQ CHARACTERS GO!!

EASY AHEM

hottest characters not in order btw

atsumu (thighs lol)

suna (eyes omfg)

maddog/kyotani (LOOK AT HIMM)

matsukawa (bushy eyebrows fuck yes)

kuroo (voice honeslty, wanna run my fingers thru his dried up hair )

iwaizumi (hajime iwaizumi athletic trainer. all i gotta say)

akaashi (bro is so pretty like wtf??? give me ur gender)

tanaka (skinheads>>> connie hehe)

kenma (GIVE ME UR GENDER PRETTY BOY)

hanamaki takahiro (pink hair just does it for me, plus hes funny as shit. takahiro writers never disappoint)

Fave characters in general

hinata shoyo(BEST FUCKIN MCCCCC LOVE HIM, hes mad embarassing but i ignore that)

oikawa tooru (i love his writing omfg hes so cute and deserves better)

atsumu (bratty son of a bitch. love u tho)

tendo (he deserves sm better,. i will track down them fucking bullies and rip off their knuckle hairs istg)

lev haiba (HES SO CUTEEE. LIKE HOW CAN U WATCH THE SHOW AND NOT LIKE HIM??)

kindaichi (this one gonna confuse sm ppl but kindaichi didn't deserve the hate he got by the fandom. kageyama was an asshole towards him and when he finally had enough and cut him off, he's the one getting shit for it? nope. not right. i love kageyama too but the way the fandom downplays his actions to make kindaichis experience seem like it wasn't even bad annoys me)

love everyone else equally but yah these are the ones i ride for the most

[babaistrans]

Nobody fucking look at me, its 3am and I will NOT tolerate people seeing me be embarrassing

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Ignorance is Bliss (Parts 1&2)

(gif credit to @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth)

Who?: Billy Butcher x Reader

What?: Y/n discovers that Butcher sleeps in the nude

Word Count: 1820

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT 18+!!!, Language (as I mentioned in the original, if you watch the boys you know the man has a mouth fouler than the pits of hell itself), ONCE AGAIN SMUT

A/N: Hey yall! Sorry it’s been taking me so long to get stuff out but work has been kicking my ass. Anyway, if you didn’t see the original post, this was inspired by a post I saw reminding the world that Butcher sleeps a la naked. Thank you very much to @bakerstreethound for everything she does 💜💜💜

You were tired. 8 hours on the road, chasing down a lead that turned out to be yet another dead end, and you just wanted a hot shower and sleep. Preferably in that order. You sighed in relief as you pulled into the cheap Motel the boys had been staying at. At least it didn’t look as seedy as the last place you’d stayed in. Ever since Vought caught onto the plan to bring them down, you’d been staying at a different location each week to keep them off of your scent. You grabbed the bag you kept packed from the backseat and headed towards your room. It took you a few moments of fumbling around in the bag before you pulled out the key card and swiped it through the reader. Your brow furrowed as nothing happened. You tried it one more time before you remembered that Butcher gave you the spare card to his room, just in case. You groaned and felt around your bag until you found the right card, breathing out a sigh as it worked. You didn’t bother turning the lights on until you reached the bathroom, wanting to shower and fall into bed as quickly as possible. Another groan escaped you as you began to strip down, muscles stiff from driving all day. As you reached out to turn on the shower, a voice sounded out behind you.

“Don’t let me stop you, luv, coz this is a great fucking view,” You screamed and dove for a towel as the deep voice that could only belong to Butcher continued. “But what the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I-” The words fell dead at the sight that greeted you when you looked up. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smirk out in full force as you were confronted with the knowledge that Billy Butcher, hunter of superheroes and badass vigilante, apparently sleeps in the nude. Your eyes trailed down his chest, following the lines of muscles, man those shirts he wore hid just how cut he was, to the sheet draped across his lap. You swallowed hard, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself before you continued. “I guess I mixed up the room numbers. It’s really been one of those days.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course, this would happen. Almost get your cover blown by an ex who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Check. Waste an entire day on some bullshit conspiracy theorist pretending to have evidence about Compound V? Check. Walk in on the man who’d been invading your dreams ever since you first met? Bonus, he’s naked!

“I take it the lead was a crock o’ shite, then?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is the understatement of the fucking century,” You said, moving to sit down before you remembered you were clad in only a towel. The thought of having to change back into clothes and go all the way back to your actual room almost had you in tears. “Do you uh- do you mind if I borrow your shower? I’d use mine, but I don’t think I’ll make it that far without my back seizing up.”

“Sure, one condition tho,” He said, cocking his head to one side before standing to his feet. Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes locked on his. You stepped back with each step he took closer until he had you backed against the counter.

“What’s that?” You managed to choke out.

“You let me join ya, and make up for sendin’ ya on that wild goose chase,” His words sent heat flaring straight through your core, and you nearly moaned when his hand began to toy with the skin just beneath the edge of your towel. “Can’t promise you’ll be any less sore after tho.”

“Butcher-” Your words were once again cut off with a gasp, this time by him grinding his hips against you. Your towel did nothing to conceal just how thick and hard he was, and you could only hope it hid just how embarrassingly wet you were. You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Oh, c’mon now luv. We’ve been dancing ‘round each other for fuckin ages now,” He leaned in closer as he spoke. You shook your head slowly as his lips drew nearer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t-”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. Fuckin diabolical,” His hand came up to grip your jaw, not quite low enough to choke you but enough to make you inhale sharply. “Like you wanna fuckin eat me alive.” By then, his lips were ghosting yours, sending shivers down your spine. Fuck it

“You gonna let me? Eat you alive?” You asked. His resulting smirk gave you the only answer you needed before your lips slammed together hungrily. Butcher wasted no time in yanking the towel from your form. His hands immediately found your breasts, palming and kneading the soft flesh as you gasped against his lips. He took full advantage of the opening to dominate your tongue with his own, not that you didn’t put up a fight in the process. Like everything with Butcher, the kiss was rough and intense. He nearly had you in a puddle at his feet, and he’d barely gotten started. The thought sparked a new wave of defiance in you, and you thrust your hands into his surprisingly soft hair and tugged sharply as you bit at his lip. He growled in response, and his hand came down harshly on your ass. “Ow! You bastard-” Your scolding was cut off, though, as his fingers dipped between your legs. He hummed in satisfaction at the slickness he found, his trademark smirk once again gracing his lips.

“Call me a bastard all you want; you’re still soaking wet for me.” He didn’t give you a chance to snark back, thrusting two fingers deep inside you as he began to nip and suck down your neck. Your arm wrapped around his shoulder for support as your legs threatened to give out. He caught on and wrapped an arm around your waist as his other hand began to pick up its pace. His thumb moved to stroke your clit right as he curled his fingers perfectly, and you moaned his name loudly. “See now that’s what I want to hear.” You groaned and threw your head back.

“Oh, fuck off,” You said. Suddenly his hands were gone, and you whined at the loss of contact as he backed away. “Butcher?”

“You told me to fuck off.” He said with a shrug before lifting his hand and popping his fingers in his mouth. He grinned and turned to walk into the bathroom as you stammered.

“Damn it, Butcher, you know that’s not what I meant!” You stomped into the bathroom after him, but he continued to ignore you as he stepped into the shower.

“Fuckin’ hell, why’s the water so fuckin hot?” You rolled your eyes and stepped in after him, faltering slightly at the sight of him dripping wet before you. He might be psychotic, but damn if the man wasn’t good looking. “There you go again with that look,” He said, drawing your eyes back to his. This time his smirk was paired with almost predatory eyes, dark and hungering as he stalked towards you in the small space. You licked your lips and shrugged. You started to reply, but you never got the chance before he was lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You squealed and latched onto him, ignoring his amused chuckles. “’ Fraid I’m gonna drop you?” He murmured against the skin beneath your ear. You shuddered slightly at the sensation before you responded.

“Nah, just making sure you can’t walk away from me again.” He laughed, a genuine laugh that made your heart skip a beat, before moving to bury himself to the hilt within you. You both moaned at the feeling, and he paused for a moment, both to savor it and give you time to adjust to his size. He pulled back from your neck to look you in the eyes as he started to move in slow, deep, thrusts that had you biting your lip in an effort to keep quiet. His gaze was powerful and intoxicating, drawing you in like an invisible magnet. Every wave of pleasure that crossed his face added to your own, and you finally had to break away and bury your face in his neck as he pounded straight through you. You were dancing along the brink of your climax, but you still needed more. “Butcher I-” He seemed to know exactly what you were asking before you could ask.

“I’ve gotcha, luv.” He slipped out of you and set you on your feet before spinning you around. “Fuck me, what an ass, this is.” He said offhandedly as he bent you forward slightly before sliding back in. You groaned and fell forward to brace yourself against the wall as this new angle brushed against all new spots inside of you. His hands moved back up to your throat, putting enough pressure to force you to arch your back, and down to rub harshly at your clit as he knocked you up the wall. “You gonna fucking come for me?” He growled in your ear as your moans echoed around the small bathroom. “Hmm? Gonna come all over this fuckin cock like a good girl?” His words were the final shove you needed before you were falling over the edge with a shout of his name. “Fuckin hell, (Y/N/N)” He groaned as he pulled out and came all over your back. You both stood there for a while, just catching your breath before he reached around and grabbed a washcloth to wipe you clean. At your raised eyebrow, he paused and shrugged in question. “Wot? I’m not a complete asshole.” You huffed out a laugh and gave him a pat on the chest.

“Never said you were.” He gave you a skeptical look before pulling you back underneath the spray.

“C’mon. Let’s get clean before the hot water runs out. Then we can discuss your sleeping arrangements.” He said. Once again, you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“My sleeping arrangements? What about them?” He reached around you to grab the soap before replying.

“Well, figured you since you didn’t want to go back to your room, you could sleep here, but it’s gonna cost you.” Mischief danced in his eyes, and you couldn’t stop the smirk on your lips.

“I’m sure I’ll think of some way to repay you.” You said as he grinned.

“Atta fucking girl.”

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Angel meeting his daughter for the 1st time

Angel x Reader, Angel running into his ex who he was madly in love with while out on a run and finds he has a daughter.

Warnings: language

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“Yeah nice turn signal asshole!” You say as you slam your brakes in the parking lot of the grocery store. You pull into a spot, check your makeup, grab your bag and turn to look at your 11 month old daughter, Nora in the back seat. “Are you ready baby?” Nora smiles up at you.

Pulling her out of her car seat and shutting the door you notice a group of bikes parked across the way from you. A wave of nostalgia takes over as you remember the last time you were on the back of a bike.

*flashback*

“Angel! Slow down!”

“Hang on querida!”

*present*

Pushing your cart thru the aisles you couldn’t help but think about him. He was the love of your life. He was so rugged and charming. Sexy. Dangerous. More importantly, the father of your daughter. And he had no idea. But you had to leave. You couldn’t raise a baby in Santo Padre. All the shit with the club. The cartel. The rebels. It was too much. An aisle over you heard a voice you knew all too well, and your stomach was in your feet. “Aye Boy Scout, grab some snacks!”

Coco.

It couldn’t be. Why was he here? Why were THEY here? Was Angel with them? You had to leave.fast. You run to self check out, scan your things and start placing them in bags. That’s when he saw you. He’d recognize that ponytail anywhere. You were too far for him to call out to you. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted you to see him. His heart nearly stopped.

“You look like you seen a ghost.” Coco stepped up next him and Angel looked in his direction. When he return to gaze back at you, you were gone. He scanned the crowd of customers for your face but couldn’t see you anymore.

You put Nora in her seat and shut the door. You began loading your groceries into your car when you heard it. The voice that made you heart stop, Angel.

“Y/N?” You froze in place.

Turning to look up at the man you loved with every inch of you, you spoke. “Hi Angel.”

He clenches his jaw at the sound of his name leaving your lips. “You look good.” Was all he could muster out. You let a quick smirk creep up your lips. “Thank you. So do you.”

“Nahhh.” He waved his hand at you. “I’ve been missing you querida. You just left. I didn’t hear from you. See you. I ain’t got shit from you. All this time, this where you been?” You let a small sigh escape your throat. “I’m staying with my sister. About 15 minutes away you remember where she lives... Angel I need-”

You were cut off by the sound of Nora crying.

Angels gaze shifts from you to the back of the car through the open trunk. “Babysitting?” He asks.

“Umm. No. She’s.... mine.” You could see the hurt, anger, and confusion in his eyes. “Yours? Wow. You uh... you fuckin with me? So you just leave me, break my heart, disappear and have a kid?”

“Angel no. I mean yes. But there’s so much to this that you don’t understand.” “Oh no? So how bout you explain it to me. What the fuck Y/N?”

“Angel. Come to my sisters place. So you can hear what I have to say. If you can escape your entourage. You know where. Look I gotta go. Come by around 5.”

The rest of the afternoon came and went. 4:50 came and you could hear the sound of his bike down the street. You wait outside and when you see his bike pull up you become nervous. He turns the engine off and gets off his bike. Making his way to you. He still had the sexy walk about him, his hair slicked back, a red flannel under his kutte.

“So,” he said, never missing a beat, “let’s hear it, mama.” He emphasizes the word “mama” as if he’s throwing a subtle jab. You both take a seat on the steps of your front porch. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, then hands it to you, the lights one for himself. Taking a long drag, you breathe in the smoke then let it out. “Angel when I left, the last thing I wanted to do was destroy you. Shit with the club was insane. The cartel. It was a ticking time bomb. So many people were hurt.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a sarcastic chuckle, “so you were scared and so you ran away? Didn’t think about anyone else but yourself huh? Didn’t think it would fucking break me to wake up to see your side of the bed empty? Your clothes gone ? You ignore my calls, my texts, I had the guys searching for you and this whole time you just been here? Playing house? I never let anyone in, you know that. But you? You knew everything. Knew the way I fuckin love you, knew how much I needed you, knew everything. That’s fucked querida.”

You reach over and take your hand in his and gave it a squeeze “Angel, it was because I knew everything that I needed to go. The day before I left I took a pregnancy test. 4 of them. I was pregnant Angel. I went looking for you, to tell you. But you weren’t home and you weren’t at the yard. I knew if I saw you you would convince me to stay. And I couldn’t do that to our kid. So I called my sister and I’ve been staying here since. I can’t go back Angel.”

Angel moved his hand from yours and stood up so that he was in front of you just a step or two below you. “Are you fucking with me right now? Tell me you’re fucking with me.... you’re telling me-the kid in there, the one you had in the car today, that kid is mine?” Tears formed in Angels eyes as he looked up at you.

“I’m not fucking with you Angel. She’s yours. She’s so amazing. And she’s sassy and has your eyes. She has the best little smile.”

His head shot up “she? It’s a girl? I have a daughter?”

You nod your head and he picks you up off the porch. “I have a fuckin daughter!!!”

“Do you wanna meet her? Nora.”

“Nora.” He repeats.

You look up at him with a smile “Nora Isabel Reyes”.

“She has my last name?”

“She’s your kid Angel why wouldn’t she? Come on.”

You lead him up the stairs and inside to find your sister on the floor playing with Nora. “Hey can you give us a minute? Angel would like to meet his daughter.” She gets up from the floor and heads down the hall. You bend down and pick up the baby placing her on your hip. “Hi mama... look who I brought. It’s your daddy.” Angel has been so angry for your leaving him the way you did. But seeing Nora it all made sense. You needed to keep her safe. Seeing YOU with Nora it all made sense. But now Angel wanted you to come home. To him. Be a family. You held Nora out to Angel and he nervously took her and held her against him.

“Jesus she’s perfect...” he rocked her against his chest for what felt like an eternity before she started crying and he quickly handed her back. You laughed and took her, explaining to him she was probably getting hungry. “You can stay for dinner if you want.”

“Nah mama, I gotta get back.”

“Okay.”

You walk him to the door and he turns to look at you. “Come back with me. I miss you more than you know mi dulce. And now that Nora is here... I can keep you safe. You know that. I want this. I need this.”

You stood in silence staring up at him. “Angel, I-“ not leaving you any room to say what he was dreading to hear he protests, “think about it. But not too long, we leave tomorrow night. 7PM.” He places a hand on your waist and he leans down and plants a lingering kiss on your cheek. “You look fuckin good princesa”. He turns and walks down the steps and gets on his bike.

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You had talked to your sister about everything that had happened. How you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back but you were sure you wanted a family with Angel. Your sister had said she supported whatever you decided, thought it was great Angel had a chance at being in Nora’s life.

“What do you think bebè? Do you wanna go live with your daddy?” She looked up at you and smiled. Later that night you lay in bed unable to sleep. You reach for your phone and dialed his number. You knew it by memory and you never moved your fingers so fast. It rang 3 times and at the end of the 4th ring he picks up. “Yeah?” His voice heavy with sleep, but a whisper, careful not to wake his brothers.

“Yes.” You said.

“Yes? Yes wha-Y/N? Yes? Yes?!l”

“Yes Angel. Can you meet me tomorrow before you go? Help me pack some things into the car and stuff?”

“Yeah. Be there at 6.”

“Okay. Goodnight Angel.”

“Goodnight mi dulce”.

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At 6PM sharp, you heard the rumble of what sounded like several motorcycles coming down your block. “What the hell?” You thought to yourself. You watched them all park in your driveway and in front of your sisters house. You put Nora on your hip and head outside. Angel jumped off his bike and kissed your forehead. “Sorry, she needed to meet her uncles.”

He looked at the guys and they looked at Nora. “Yo, so you guys know Y/N... but.. this- this is Nora. Nora Isabel.... Reyes. My daughter.”

The guys all looked around confused. Bishop walked over to you and smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright kid. She’s beautiful.... alright let’s go! Let’s get them packed up come on!”

The guys all moved to grab bags and boxes and loaded them into your SUV. When they were done, Angel Made his way to you and said “you go. We’ll be right behind you.”

You started your car and looked up to see Nora in the rear view mirror and you were off to start your new chapter as a family with the man you loved.

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 15

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Declan and Bella finally find personal and professional satisfaction together.

Warnings/Tags: Mild Language.Drinking. Date Night. Flirting. Music. Sexual Content.  

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The week between their date and the first night of the music shows at the bar goes by quicker than either expected. Bella worked, then went to the bar after to help set up her end of this whole endeavor. The construction didn’t help matters when it came to testing a sound system, but they had the day to work out any kinks, and she suspected there would be a fair share. The rest of her time was dedicated to getting the word out about the show. She’d texted, called and messaged everyone she knew that might be interested. She put out ads online and in hard paper publishing’s, on the radio and hung flyers. She put in the footwork and the thumb work, putting blood and sweat into the success of the idea. Bella helped with building, cleaning, ordering and planning. Anything she could. They spent a lot of time together that week, but it was in a strictly professional capacity. Too tired, stressed and distracted at the end of the night to even think about moving their physical relationship closer. They were both thankful for the mutual understanding between one another. They’d both been exhausted by the time the crews left, sharing a kiss only after they were alone, which she appreciated greatly. They both had too much on their minds to think about much else except the bar and the show.

So the night of finally comes for the tired but excited entrepreneurs. A lovely sunny Saturday was quickly turning into a hot night in the newly renovated bar. Declan might’ve let Bella talk him into a bit much. Between his excitability about the idea and wanting to impress her, he’d made more changes in the past week to the bar than it’d seem in over a decade. He hoped this would be a success before, for both of their sakes but now covering the costs was another reason to worry. He did have to admit standing in thecleam and more modernized wooden dive , it looked good.

A new point of sales, the register now one touch and fast, the touch screen and metal out of place among the rest of the aged wooden bar. New temperature controlled taps finished bringing them into this century, everything cleaned and dusted and polished and up to code. She even talked him into buying snack food to sell. Small menus they’d curated and she designed were sat out on tables, a few new booths, black faux leather and new metal bar stools mixed with the old wooden ones gave it a touch of modernity but it still kept the vintage and dive feel. He’d appreciated her attention to detail during the process, not wanting to change what it was, just make things easier on him in the long run with technology and durability.

Bella trots about in heels and a tight dress, the same dress as she’d worn on her date. But this time in black, her comfort color. A sheer and flowing kimono covered with roses over a black background masked her curves and kept her flirty but professional. There was wiggle room when working in the music industry with what was considered professional and not, and Bella liked riding that line. She had a pen in her hair and a clipboard in her arms as she directed bands and their crews, turning what used to be the kitchen into a temporary green room.

Besides the physical bar, Declan hadn't had to worry about much else. He’d loved watching Bella work. Seeing her with her no nonsense expression, scolding men who weren’t performing up to her standards was really doing it for him, he admitted. He mused and polished the bar top, a nervous habit, and watched her with fondness in his hazel eyes. He felt his nerves for the night pass, replaced with a school boy like fascination as she moved around his space as if it was hers.

The stage was set, the boys tended to in the green room, some friends of hers from way back in her days of performing, and Declan’s part of the work was caught up.

“Bella! Can you come here when you get a second?” He calls out from the back room with the same casual tone he’d yelled it at her so many times over the past few days.

“Yeah just a sec!” She answers absentmindedly, checking off tasks on her thorough list. She sashays into the back to find him waiting, a smile on his face without anything in hand for her to address.

“C’mere.” He calls softly, taking her hand and pulling her behind the door to the stairs to his apartment. It was a brief moment of sanctuary he’d been craving. The hustle of the bar quieted by the door, a moment without prying eyes to decompress. “I didn’t think I’d get another chance to talk to you alone.” He took the clipboard from her hands and placed it on a stair gingerly.

“Is something wrong?” She asks with curious eyes.

“I hadn’t gotten a chance to thank you.” He answers in a warm, deep tone, leaning in to wrap his arms around her. She understood his intention with the way his mouth turned up in the corner. A soft smile she’d only seen on him with thru we’re alone. She let her guard down, having to slip out of boss mode to return the affection.

“Don’t thank me yet.” She shook her head as he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Still have to see who shows up.” She murmurs against his lips.

He could tell she was nervous, and granted, so was he. But he had total faith in her abilities after watching her all week. “Even if just a handful do I still need to thank you. For everything this week. You didn’t have to step up like you did.” A calm and reassuring tone matches his expression as she finds herself much more pliable and soft than had been since the last time she was in his arms.

“Of course I did.” She insists with a nod of her chin his way. “Not gonna let you look bad now am I?” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“I look bad standing next to you... lookin like this.” A brief but strong enough squeeze of her hips was enough to get his point across.

“Never.” The shake of her head sold her dramatic enthusiasm. ”You do look good though.” She smirks and looks him over, fingers trailing over the strong arms he was showing off with his deep side cut old Sabbath shirt and jeans that fit him suspiciously well.

“So do you.” A brief muzzle of nose to nose. “Very… sexy Stevie Nicks.” He praised.

“Just so happens to be exactly what I was going for.” She smiled proudly.

“I know there’s a lot going on tonight, but I had one more thing to ask you.” His eyes turn a bit soft and he fussed with a wild curl of her hair.

“Shoot.” She invites.

“Even if it’s super late… and we’re both too fucking tired to do anything… I’d like you to stay with me tonight.” He suggests with a sweet whisper, his posture almost sheepish.

“Like, sleep here you mean?” She clarifies.

“Yeah.” He pauses with a brief moment of questioned judgement. “Is that-?”

“No! That’s… fine that’s… that’s good. I’d like that.” She reassured him so casually he exhaled loudly in relief. “It’ll give me something else to look forward to tonight.” She beamed a killer smile, a genuinely affectionate one that makes him hum happily.

“Before I let you go… do you wanna make out?” He asked childishly, making her chuckle and wrap her arms around his neck. “I haven’t got to really kiss you all week.” He adds with more sentimental inflection.

“And I wanna thank you for not doing this or anything else in front of anyone else.” Her voice is deeper, her face relaxed. “Not that I’m like, ashamed or something I just prefer keeping work and play separate you know.”

“I assumed.”

“And I’ve went and mixed the two as much as possible haven’t I?” She grins and grazes his nose to hers.

“Fraid So.” He hums back with content, a small kiss to start and it grows hungry as it always does for them. A small moment to melt into each other, hands in hair and over needy bodies to hold off the hunger for another evening.

“Missed that.” She whispers when they part, his forehead to hers.

“So did I.” He gives her a less romantic, more playful smooch to make her smile.

“Hopefully we won’t be too exhausted to continue that after we close up tonight.” Her words were suggestive but her tone wasn’t convinced.

“One can hope.” He nods with high brows.

“Either way. We’ve got all day tomorrow together.” She happily adds with a kiss to his cheek.

“Mmm. That we do.” A few quick kisses to her cheek, jaw and neck make her give up that giggle for him. He gave her a squeeze before they parted, one last time before they were professional again. “Let’s go get em baby.” He mutters with a cheerful face before they break the seal on another little love bubble they’d created.

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Declan, Mike and Bella Knick back celebratory shots for making it this far and to ease the pre show jitters. They all stand and look at each other, anxious glances and blinking eyes before facing the truth.

“Let’s fuckin do this.” Declan booms loudly and slaps his hands on the bar top sudden to cut the tension.

Bella smiles at his enthusiasm. “Don’t scar em off before they even get in the door ya lion. Roarin and carryin on.” She teases as she walks to the half stained glass and barred door. “Here we go.” She whispers to herself to pass from her true self to hostess before opening the door.

The bar wasn’t small by any measure, but the amount of people that showed up made it seem like it might’ve been. The speakers covering the music before the bands started cutting any awkward silence, the drinks and conversation going all mingle to create a good atmosphere. Bella stepped in to help take out orders when she could, focusing on Directing people and handling hospitality while Mike and Declan were swamped at the bar.

Among the bumping of shoulders, the dull roar of music and voices, she realizes She’d missed this. The rumble and buzz of a crowded club felt Nostalgic and comforting. The vibration of the music through her body while she moved about made her feel younger, more alive. She felt a moment of pride for her work and gratitude for having found the gem of a bar. She even felt Fond for the bad day that sent her there, and the drunken night that lead to all this.

It doesn’t take long for the tension to build between Declan and Bella. It was effortless on their part. As She was hovering and helping them, he kept getting sight of her and meeting eyes. They’d pass chest to chest, back to back behind the bar and she’d give him a wink no one could see while her tits dragged across his torso. He’d shoot her a look, and she knew exactly what it meant. An almost threat she felt like antagonizing. Both moving about the space they would pass each other, he’d give her a deep “hey baby.” In her ear when he could.

The crowd gets rowdy, as crowds do, and she ends up getting pushed around a bit and into him a few times. He was keeping work in mind but also, maybe staying near her unconsciously. He’s thankful when she gets shoved right into him so he can comfort her. “Hey, careful baby girl.” He warns with warm and sure hands to her body that make it react. Another low purr in her ear adds weight in her chest as she tried to focus on work and not the huge, sexy bartender that was trying to get in her panties. Not that he had to try very hard. His swoon inducing genuine smiles and his flexing bare arms were cause enough to distract her. She kept it together as she always did, but it certainly did add a bit of spice to the evening she was more than excited about.

“Boys are taking a break after this song Bella!” An old friend who was helping with sound and stage yells at her and she felt the butterflies arrive. They break her steamy day dreams to give her another sort of tingle and rush. She hadn’t performed for a crowd in years. She’d always loved it, but there was more money in being the person running the machines for people who were on stage. It hadn’t stopped her from fantasizing about doing it from time to time. It was a high she had yet to find a way to replicate.

The boys announce their break and give her an introduction. An old friend and very talented woman who was nice enough to do a set and let them take a breather she was generously called. The crowd is fairly disinterested, as was standard, but there were certainly a lot of them.

“I’ll be filling in the down time for you guys, with my friends tonight. We’re gonna start slow, let you get your drinks and snacks, go take a piss, all that.” her on stage presence demanding and confident she fell right back into it with a calm Demeanor. “Be sure to try to the Ale special. It’s my favorite and The Trading Post is one of the few places you can get it in the city. So go hit up that hot bartender and he’ll give ya what ya want.” She laughs with a charm that all women react to. A few ‘woos’ and Declan grins broadly, waving his distractingly thick arms.

“Nice and easy, take a break yourselves, gonna start with some Kacey Musgraves.” She says with a bow, starting with an acoustic guitar first. Slow Burn fades into Golden Hour and Declan is bewitched. He wished he could just sit and watch her, her voice was sweet but raspy, it melted him like butter with the sentimental words she sang. Every time she’d sing she’d surprise him somehow, and every time he was smitten.

“We’re going with the legend, the legs, Miss Tina Turner now. Kick it up a notch, wake the blood back up. Proud Mary.” She speaks the intro, “...gonna start this song out easy. Then we’re gonna end it rough.” And she delivers. A song most everyone knew, enjoying the soulfulness of her voice and then being taken into a double time, loud performance with her moving and dancing and singing, swinging her head and getting everyone’s attention again.

“And to wake you the fuck up the rest of the way!” She calls out, hair a mess and a sheen of sweat on her she roars right into Ace of Spades and the crowd eats it up. Her growling out and her rasp giving her the means to deliver the fast and hard song. She plays her guitar like a dream and Declan stops and stares. He’s never seen her do THAT.

“Holy shit.” He mouths with a slack jaw.

“Ya girls fuckin got it dunnit she lad?” Mike laughs with a slap to his back.

“Yes she fuckin does. God damn.” He answers in awe. “I’m gonna take a break, gotta ask her where the fuck this came from.” He mutters with open arms as her head hangs with her hair wild and waving, fingers picking and playing in a flash.

It ends with a hard note and the crowd now fully invested again gives her applause she happily takes. She hears a familiar loud voice by the front by the stairs.

“FUCK YEAH BELLAAAAA!” Declan’s large lungs scream out and she whips her hair to one side and gives him a disarming smile. She didn’t mind the support at all. She steps off stage after the other band returns and Declan is there to squeeze her so hard her feet leave the ground. “I’m buying you a drink! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could do that!”

“I haven’t in a very long time.” She responds with a beaming smile her self fulfillment clear in her eyes.

“Let’s get you sat down.” He offers over the noise of the crowd and uses his big frame to carve a way to a small booth you couldn’t see the stage from. To her surprise he sits first and pulls her in on his lap and she happily accepts. With the crowd now absorbed back into the showroom and their conversations of praise to her from strangers cease and they’re left with one another again. He motions to Mike to bring over drinks. “You were so fuckin good baby. Seriously. I mean it. Fuckin amazing.”

“Shots and an ale.” Mike says proudly. “Ya fuckin killed it out there, lass. Good on ya.” He gives her a happy nod she thanks him for.

Declan gives her a toast to the glass shot glasses that clink as they nod and throw them back. With an exaggerated exhale he wraps his arms around her, one on her hip to keep her in place, pulling her close so she puts an arm around him, face still content from the performance. The other hand rests on her bare thigh, his lap big enough for her to crawl into and bend her legs over his own. “You were so fuckin good up there baby.” he speaks in a deeper, slow tone that makes a more suggestive smile flare across her lips.

“Thank you.” she gives him a brief up and down glance. “You’d get a good uptick in sales from my little shout out?” she gives him a cheeky grin, her hand moving to push back a strand of hair that’d fallen from where he’d tied it back.

“Yes you sneaky little thing.” he gives her a happy low rumbling laugh, a tiny little pat to her ass that makes her nose wrinkle, giving in to her laugh. “What about not mixing business and personal? Huh?” he teases with his nose coming close to grazing hers.

“Eh. Me playing isn’t business.” she dismisses with a shrug. “That’s just fun. Plus it got everyone's attention didn’t it?”

“I think that was you that had all that. They were loving it.” he adds supportively, both speaking soft and low and only to each other. “I know I did. You sing like a...horny angel.” he chuckles.

The explanation makes her shoulders shake in a laugh and gently touch the side of his face. “I like that description.” she nods. “Except for that angel part…” she shrugs. “Pretty spot on actually.” she gives him a sly smile that turns into a flirtatious one that covers her whole face.

“I disagree but I am VERY intrigued.” he wiggles his eyebrows and he hears that little giggle from her that makes his chest flutter.

“I don’t think you’ll be calling me an angel after tonight.” she speaks quietly and peeks her tongue out from between her lips.

“Mmm that so?” his voice swings low, she can feel a distinct rumble in his body under hers.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nods, her hand now tracing the outlines of his sleeves as she looks him over with a hunger in her eyes. “Keep these shots in me and it’ll be especially true.” she tilts her head in support of her statement and smirks. “Or hell…” she shrugs, “Who am I kidding? With you? Stone cold sober I’d be inclined to behave sinfully.” her voice is just loud enough for him to hear when he leans close, getting a wiff of her sweet perfume and the tickle of her hair against his skin.

“I”m hearing nothing I don’t fully support.” he coos at her, eyes gazing over her face and lingering at her lips set in a seductive pose.

She lets out a sigh that surprises him, her hand moving to his chest, running back up to his shoulder and neck and back again as she bites her lip. “Maybe it’s the performance high. Or that shot on an empty stomach but…” her eyes return to meet his that are deep and dark and only make the fire in the pit of her stomach burn more intensely. “I weirdly don’t feel at all shy to admit that watching you tonight has done nothing but distract and make me realize just how fucking sexy you are.” her lip snarls ever so slightly with her delivery, her fingertips light on his bare skin as he feels a tensing between his legs. “Or how every night since our date I’ve thought about how it felt with you on me on that couch.” Her voice is so soft and demanding of him.

“Everytime I look at you I think about that couch.” He admits with a quirked brow. “Everytime you get close I have to touch you.” They share lingering glances between them, his mouth slack and taking in her soft expression for him, her biting her lip and wanting to sink her teeth into him. The sexual chemistry between them was undeniable and they didn’t have to wait long. “God I wanna kiss you so bad right now.” He whispers and she reaches up to touch his cheek.

“Then do it.” She leans in and whispers.

“But there’s people, I didn’t know if-“

“I don’t care.” She shakes her head and gives him an approving smile. “I want you too.” A breathy confession from her as her thumb rubs over his cheek bone. “Fuck what they think.” She nods her head back towards the crowd. “They don’t matter.” Her lips ghost over his as she gives him permission and an alternative sweetness he was growing to really love.

It doesn’t take him a second longer before leaning in to take her mouth against his. His arms instinctually move around her tighter, a hand on her under her shawl feeling the soft jersey stretch of the fabric of her dress. The other on her bare thigh, the heat between them searing.

She doesn’t pull away, only deepens it as his eyes roll behind their lids for the public display of affection from her. Deep rounds with teasing tongues and tense hands that roam ever so slightly they give in and forget anyone else is around them. It does eventually end but not without their foreheads together, two aroused expressions shared that told them that no matter what they would be taking this further tonight.

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Counting the money in the till, still sober enough to do so after celebratory shots on the raving success the night had been. Bella, who’s seen him shut down the bar so many times does it for him. Locking up, Turning off signs, sweeping and wiping down as he counts and figures out the new POS system he’d installed. He uses his personal laptop for now to do his spreadsheets, saying they’ll get a company one soon. It looks as if they would be able to afford it with how things went. Between easily remembered amounts, he watches her. In just her dress now, shawl forgotten, laid over her purse in the back on a counter he sees her body stretch and jiggle and finds himself quickly forgetting about the money in his hands and the numbers on the screen.

Bella only had a quick conclusion on her mind. Getting everything done as fast as she could to get back to being close with Declan. An excitement in her muscles, a tension in them that was exhilarating. Finishing, she moves to the bar top, lifting herself up and plopping down on it as he finished his part of the rituals.

“Does Mike usually stay to help you with all this?” she asks, feet swinging off the edge of the bar.

“Yeah. But I told him to get lost.” he grins, laying another stack onto the counter.

“Good.” she gives the same smile back, even though they don’t look at each other. “Looks like you did pretty well tonight.” she remarks, a supportive nod of her head his way.

“WE did VERY well actually.” he lets out a soft chuckle. He puts everything with the receipts and notes into the money bag, concluding the count.

“It’s not easy moving around behind this bar.” she keeps her eyes to the ground, letting him concentrate, not knowing if he was finished or not. “Especially with more than one person. Since you’re so ...big and all.” a grin with her clear intentions spreads across her face.

He stands with his head tilted slightly, looking her up and down, an expression that was dark, giving way to a subtle smile as he moved forward. His hand drug across the bar surface, not lifting when he meets the skin of her thigh. A rather cocky smirk on his face as he moves chest to chest, both hands now on her legs, a slow rub up to her hips and back, easily slipping into a more sensual mindset.

“Am I?” he gives a sarcastic remark that makes her beam up at him, a closed mouth smile and eyes that now had the same intention as his.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nods slowly, hands moving up his arms, feeling the flex of them under her fingers. “Must be really… hard. Doing this by yourself.” her voice has dropped a few octaves, same as his. Hands now to her backside, hers in his hair as he yanked her closer, now held on the edge of the counter.

“So fuckin’ hard.” he leans in and almost groans as he watches her chest rise, any innocent intention in her eyes now gone.

“Are you?” the same cheeky response as he had earlier.

He only nods, hand moving to her face before closing the space between them, his body wasn’t going to let him waste any more time.

The kisses grow at a feverish pace, deep and indulgent. Desperate to be as close as possible, her hips even out with his, feeling the friction they craved. Her legs swinging back before wrapping around his waist, her heels hits the control panel for the speakers and music begins to play. He makes no acknowledgement, kisses traveling to her jaw and neck as she lets out a small chuckle.

“Oops.” she shrugs and he grunts in response, pulling her closer.

He shushes her, taking her mind back to where he wants it with a biting kiss, and she eagerly responds with her own noises.

“We’ve even got mood music now babe, you gonna make me wait much longer?” she whispers in his ear before taking his lobe into her mouth.

“Ungf. No.” he responded in an almost animalistic way, hands sliding under her quickly, adjusting his grip.

“You gonna fuck me on this counter or are we gonna make it upstairs?” her voice a breathy exhale against his neck as she placed little sucking kisses, feeling him tense beneath her.

“Upstairs.” he grunts again, picking her up, her letting out a tiny noise of surprise at being lifted and carried.

“Mmm. What a gentleman.” she grins between kisses, a hefty bounce as he carries her, his boot opening the door as he stomps up the stairs. She was extremely impressed with him physically already and he wasn’t even naked. The sounds of Trampled Under Foot certainly didn’t hurt the rush of feelings they were both experiencing. Her suggestive words turn quickly to eager sounds between rounds of kisses as he kicks open his door, something that made her body tense with pleasure at the witnessing of it. With another boot to the metal door, slamming it shut, anything besides the raw sexual need they both felt for each other was forgotten behind it.

They had built the emotional chemistry, then came the sexual, and that they had in spades, and now they had the time. His apartment was all exposed brick walls, the only light outside the bedroom coming from the street lamp through a window in the kitchen. Once they passed the barrier to his bedroom, she found only a single neon sign on that cast the room in a mood setting red glow. The decor was minimum, his sheets black and soft, bed unmade and clothes strewn over an old worn chair in the corner by a closet with no door. It screamed bachelor pad but she rather liked the casual, rustic, industrial aesthetic.

She takes in the red glow, the faint buzz of a vintage restored sign above his bed as he wastes no time and lays her back, feet just dangling over the sides. He moves fast and yanks his shirt over his head, eyes hungry as they watched her sit up on her knees and peel off her dress. A low rumble from his rapidly rising and falling chest as he gets his first good look at her. Almost bare except for the black bra and panties, the low light still held plenty to see as her curves were backlit in a silhouette that made him reach down and readjust himself in his tight jeans.

She reaches out and gets her hands flat on his torso to run down his belt, practically drooling at the sight and feel of him. Before she can go further he takes her by surprise and knocks her onto her back, feet kicking up in the air as he returns to the greedy kisses they’d paused before. He had to feel her before she touched him, he hoped he would last and not disappoint after the painful build up to their first time together. He gets to feel her warm olive skin give under his harsh grip she only responds in favor to. But soon she gets impatient for him.

“Mmph Declan.” A panted out and needful voice makes his eyes roll behind their shut lids.

An “Mmph?” Of his own in response, giving her room to speak as his lips move to her chest.

Her hands return to his belt and begin the metallic noises that signal something good to come. “I just want you tonight. There’ll be time for slow later...” she whines and shifts her hips under him, “no waiting just… fuck me.” Every part of his body responds to her breathy and surprisingly polite request of him.

“You sure?” A deep groan that makes her muscles deeply twitch inside her. Fingers on her bra clasp as she nods quickly and gets her hands into his undone jeans. “Whatever you want Bella.” He coos as he raises and she finishes the job, quickly but not bashfully tossing her bra across the room, watching him toe off his boots and lose the jeans.

With a bitten lip and hungry eyes she shimmy’s out of her panties, also wildly abandoned to the depths of his room. He palms himself over his tight boxer briefs and hums at the sight laid out beneath him. Every part of her was soft and silky and thick. Two muscular and hefty thighs framed a soft and chubby pair of pussy lips that her fingers disappeared into as she looked up at him.

“God baby you’re… fuck… look at you.” After the bra was tossed, and although it was a very sexy one, he was happy to admit, it’s disappearance revealed two natural and weighted breasts, even and bouncing, silver bars catching the light he thought the rest of her couldn’t also be as perfect. He was never more happy to be wrong. “You sure you don’t want any foreplay? Because FUCK I just want to bury my face between those thighs.” He rasps, hand now wrapped around himself through his boxers.

She gives him a seductive smile that makes his balls tighten, fingers in small circles, mostly hidden but he could see the light on the slick of her. “I’m sure.” She purrs, lifting the two previously hidden fingers and showing him the sticky remnants left. “I’m so fucking wet for you babe...” her long lashes bat up at him and he wants to eat her alive. He couldn’t have been happier she wasn’t being reserved or even remotely shy. She then put the fingers on display into her mouth, sucking them dry and he involuntarily releases a growl through a tight jaw. “Just fuck me already.” A playful nod of her head before sitting up and batting his hands away to finally have her eyes on him. And she was not let down.

“Fuck me…” She whispers, revealing a cock she would have written a song about. She takes both her hands to hold the heavy, uncut girth of him. Everything framed by dark thick hair. He was well over 6 inches, she could tell that much, possibly nearing 7, but what was even more impressive was how thick he was. She wanted to wrap her mouth around him and taste him, but she’d already proclaimed there’d be time later. She gets distracted, and who could blame her with a cock like his in her hands. Running over it before going to his balls which makes him emit a deep sigh.

Her silence and awe on her face clear he feels his ego rise. He’s never been insecure, for good reason, but seeing the lust burn clearly on her face filled him with a deep satisfaction. Taking himself into his hand and slowly pumping, a low and entirely confident voice purrs down at her. “Like what you see baby?” A smirk that made her want to smother him between her thighs rests on his face as she looks up at him.

“You know I fucking do.” She challenges him with snarled lips before reaching to yank his boxers off the rest of the way, scooting up the bed as he slips them off, seeing the animalistic prowl towards her before taking control of her mouth with his. His hands find her center quickly, and even though she’d proclaimed no foreplay, she didn’t fight him as his fingers explored how she was put together. Mapping out her clit and making her toes twitch before he sinks one, then two fingers into her. With a steady push behind them and an easy curve he gets to watch the first waves of pleasure pass over her face. She didn’t melt and sigh like he was used to seeing women do. Her eyes do roll back, but her lips snarl, teeth clenched as she moans for him with a tilted back head, legs splayed wide and welcoming. She was soaked, there was no denying the fact but he continues a few strokes before a third finger joins to test how she’d be able to take him. With a tiny whine, eyes returning to his with a more submissive cast to them he eats up her small moans as she adjusts. “Shit.” She swears out of nowhere fully grabbing his attention as he quickly removes his fingers and his eyes already full of apologies for her. “No, I’m fine. I forget the condoms in my bag downstairs.” She rubs her face with one hand, voice exasperated.

“Oh.” He lets out a snort of relief. “I’ve got us covered, don’t worry.” He shakes his head and she gets to see the great expanse of him reach into the bedside table and stretch above her. As it always went, he rolls it down over his length and she once again gets to marvel at him and how he can fill the tight cover.

It had been years since Bella had slept with anyone. She had plenty of toys and was no stranger to them, which helped in this particular situation, but her toys were not him. Even though not monstrous, and thank goodness for that, he would be the biggest guy she’d ever been with, and she knew there would be pain before pleasure. Luckily for both of them, she was a fan of both sensations.

“Ready baby?” He asks with a gentler turn to his low roar.

“Fuck yes.” She gives him a lusty glance that makes his heart react in a funny way, pressing forward with the winning attention his cock was demanding where it stood hard and proud and eager.

Settled between her legs, he raises to his knees to guide himself. An up and down over her thick pussy lips, glistening with wet for him she lays on her elbows to watch him, hand lowering to be helpful to spread her lips apart for him, his heavy head rubbing against her hard clit and revealing her soft pink center. As soon as he presses into her, he feels the resistance and knows he’s mentally going to have to prepare to go slow. He leans over her, still pressing as he can sense the discomfort she’s feeling. “If it hurts you-“

“Keep going.” She shushes him, fingers to his lips before pulling him flush against her, head notching in as her knees spread and fall back for him. With slow, deep kisses of intertwining tongue and moans it helps distract them for a moment, a slow push and in and out of himself.

With a few inches of progress she’s starting to relax, and is so appreciative of his patience. But she lacks that trait. “Fuck you’re so tight babe.” An almost defeated hoarse whisper escapes him as he hangs his head into her neck.

“And you’re so big.” She replies with a still happy sounding exhale. “Keeping goin, I want it all.” Her fingers dig into his back, no nails yet as she feels the pain and let it melt into pleasure as he sucks away at her breast. He fills her up so completely she feels as if he’s in her stomach when their hips finally meet again. A louder moan now, an exhale let out they didn’t know they were holding in. A slow drag out causes her to shudder beneath him. A moan that starts low and ends with a needy pitch makes his eyes roll back.

He’d imagined these sounds, and now he had them. more importantly he had her, skin to skin and nothing else between them, he had her all to himself and he felt a deep need to keep her that way. “You okay?” He asks against the bend of her neck, feeling her nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, fuck, more.” She whines, turning her head before crashing her mouth into his, hands in his hair as she gives over completely. With a masculine moan he pushes back in and causes her to interrupt the passionate kisses with an arch of her back and an open mouth. ”Oh my...fuck.” A guttural prayer from her lifted chin as her eyes fully roll back and he gets to soak up every bit of her animated reactions. He pauses again and she whines for more, her hand sliding between them to rub her clit. “Don’t stop anymore, just fuck me Declan, you feel so fucking good.” Her voice is hoarse and direct, her kisses much the same they follow, his hands now on her thigh to hold her steady, feeling them tense and shake with every pump. She was starving for his kisses, teeth tugging on his lips and growling in retort when he’d part from her. She was writhing under him, back arching and hips pushing back on him, there was nothing subtle about her like this. He felt bare with her in more than the physical way.

He met every buck of her hips and kiss of her mouth as she sought him out with growing desperation. She’d never felt so full before, physically or emotionally from sex. He was meeting her passion with his own matched, both arching and bowing against the other as the growing tension between them is fueled by their friction. With his hand gripped into the covers by her head, she raises her free hand to push the hair back from his face. She knew she wasn’t ending the night dissatisfied and found her mind wanting to focus on things besides her own pleasure for once. With guys before they were mostly there for themselves, but not Declan. He’d been there for her in every capacity thus far and she knew in bed he’d be no different. She uncovers his ruggedly handsome face. His pinked lips swollen from her assault on them, that heavy brow over shut eyes as he panted and kept the pace up with her needs and requests for more, faster, please harder. With every exhale they moaned and heaved together.

She feels a familiar build in her center. “Holy shit. I’m close already.” An almost laugh escapes her, a fully abandoned smile on her face as he opens his eyes to take in the view beneath him as he finds she’d been doing to him. She was caught off guard by him, hadn’t built up her expectations on purpose so she wouldn’t be disappointed but he was just...awesome. In the true sense of the word. Awe inspiring. With thickness she’d never had before, the pain she’d feel tomorrow was a world away, there was only right now for both of them, nothing else mattered.

Soon she couldn’t focus on anything but the growing tension between her thighs. He’s diving into his hips as she bucked up to meet him, elbow firmly planted into the mattress for traction as her fingers work quickly around her hard clit. “Yes. Just like that.” She praises through a bitten lip as she pulls her legs apart and back as far as she can, his hand moving from his hold on her thigh as he holds one of her knees back towards the bed and feels himself bottoming out inside her. He was determined to last through this, feeling her wave after wave tightening around him. “Fuck…” A groan that ends in a squeak, her mouth open and eyes not met with his. “Just like that.” She nods and her eyes stare fearlessly Into his. ”Yeah. Make me come baby. Make me fuckin’ come.” a challenging chin up at him and he feels a raw need to give her what she wants. A growl from his chest builds and she tightens at the sound alone. “That’s it Declan.” Another wicked smile and nod, her nose wrinkled in challenge to his low brow and tight jaw, hitting into her deep, causing her eyes to flutter back between rounds of her talking. “Make me come all over that big cock.” She moans, losing her composure.

“Fuck Bells.” An almost overwhelmed moan from him washes over her. He hadn’t expected her to have a mouth on her in bed but he’s wondering why he hadn’t now.

Her words give way to moans, then a more helpless voice that makes him want to end it all far too quickly begging him, “Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby.” She chants as it takes over her entire body bit by bit. Rapidly spreading from her center everything spreads like fire into her thighs and up her spine. Her stomach tenses and she draws up, shaking helplessly as it comes wave after delicious wave. Her thighs clamp around him and he’s aware of how strong she really is.

She looked him boldly in the eyes as long as she could, giving over and head tilted up and pushed into the bed as her back arched and her hips and thighs trembled. With big gulping breaths, a forced moan each exhale that followed the waves, watched her underneath him with a ravenous fascination. He was used to women going limp, to showy porn-like displays to acting meek after orgasms, but that was not his Bella.

She comes back with dark eyes and a roar. Feeling full of blood and energy pulls her mouth to his by the back of his neck before demanding, ”On your back. I wanna fucking ride you.”

He was left with no room but to obey, and he really couldn’t have been happier to switch roles for once. Women before her were submissive and delicate, but Bella was quickly making him forget any existed before her.

With a quick exchange, she leans in and kisses him with teeth and tongue, a noisy and messy exchange. She wastes no time, taking him in with a satisfying exhale and hum, a smile that told him she had only good things planned for him.

He lays in awe for a moment, feeling the weight of her grind and hit against him, an involuntary moan coming from him and sounding almost weak.

“Touch me Declan.” She commands softly, grinding down on him, putting one of his hands to her ass and the other on her chest. “I want those big hands all over me.” She shakes her head and snarls her lip, taking his fingers that rest on her chest into his mouth for a captivating moment. She grabs ahold of his headboard, hands gripped tight for traction as she really goes to work on him. That loud and satisfying skin to skin slap as she threw her wide hips and hefty ass against him. He felt himself giving over quickly. She was so tight around him, now totally soaked to her inner thighs and hot in every sense of the word. He got to watch her curvaceous body move fluidly over his, hands tracing the outline of bouncing tits to her waist to tease her hips before she demanded. “Fucking grab me.” And he sinks his calloused fingers into the soft meaty hips that had been teasing him for months. “That’s it.” She gives a wicked smile and a satisfied hum. “I wanted to make you cum but you might make me again, big boy.” She confesses, flipping her wild hair to one aide, revealing her face giving him a wink he wasn’t prepared for.

“God…” He exhales. “You keep this up and I’m gonna cum soon.” He admits with downturned brows, licking his lips.

“Good.” Is her bossy response. She moves her fingers back to her clit, that still intoxicating skin to skin slap as he grabs her ass and directs her pace as she rides him. “Fuck you feel so good. So fuckin...big.” She moans, feeling it build again as she gives direct attention to the still throbbing bud. “Fuck I’ve wanted to come on this cock for so long.” She shakes her head, eyes shut as she speaks in rolling moans and whines. She opens her eyes and leans closer, more attention grabbing eye contact he gazed up into as he felt himself getting so close. “I wanna feel you.” Words close to a whisper. “Want to feel you throbbing inside this tight little pussy.” She sneers and issues in an almost polite tone for the words being said. “Fuck me Declan.” An almost whine from her swollen lips. “I want it so fucking bad.” She groans and clenches her teeth.

He makes a decision, and luckily it’s the right one. He pulls her by the back of the neck to his lips and growls. “Fucking come for me.” Into her mouth, forehead to forehead as he plants his feet into the bed and pounds into her. Her hand trapped between them and the other pushing on the headboard she bounces on him as she pounds upward and he sends her over the edge again. “Fuuuuck.” He growls. “Fucking feel you baby girl.” He moans and sees her mouth hanging open, small gasps as she shakes above him.

“Shiiiit.” She moans as both hands clamp onto her hips and he gives her exactly what she asked for. “Yes. Yes.” She nods and takes him like she was made for him.

“You fucking want it baby girl?”

A helpless and desperate “uh huh.” From her in response.

“Fucking take it.” He growls before her hands smack to either side of his face as she kisses him hard. Through moans and roars she keeps her lips on him. She wanted to eat him whole, to sink her teeth into him and taste blood. Just wanted everything from him in the moment of hearing him curse and say her name, watching his face go from lion to lamb.

They come down together, both trembling and bodies heaving as they tried to remember how to function normally again. He moves his hands gently, up her back and her hair to hold her and kiss her properly. Deep and slow, the sounds of wet lips together becomes louder than the moans eventually. The kisses are soft and dare she admit it, sweet. The love hormones were reaping havoc on their brains as they stayed suspended, him inside her and nose to nose. She tries and loses her nerve to speak her mind, resting herself on top of him, head to his chest. He lovingly rests a hand on her head and another on her back, holding her there.

“I don’t know if I can’t move.” She lets out a soft laugh against him.

“Lemme…” He grunts, moving them both to their side, her legs still wrapped around him and now on her chest partially, her almost on her back.

“Much better.” She sighs out, feeling her hips shift back into place.

“It was.” He lets put a deep hum and she finally meets his eyes after the deed.

She nods and finds herself brave enough to give him a smile that says more than her words would let her. “Yeah. It was.” He leans in for more of her lips. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so soft after being so hard for so long. With hands in each other’s wild hair, the kisses take longer and longer pauses until they both feel sleep coming for them.

She apologizes and says she gotta get up to pee. Always pee after sex. Those are the rules. So they finally part, even though neither want to. He throws away the very full condom after watching her waddle to the bathroom with a grin.

“Don’t like it when you leave but love to watch you go.” A deep sleepy voice teases as she crawls back into bed, him on his back and holding up the covers.

“Cornball.” She snorts, But cuddles right up to him anyway. “We gonna sleep in?”

“We earned it.” He says leaning down to kiss her forehead as he speaks against it.

“I’d say we most certainly have.” She agrees and lets out a yawn, followed by a fully satisfied sigh.

“Night baby Belle.” He gives another kiss after wrapping his arms around her.

“Night Declan.” She mumbled against his chest. “You were great tonight.” She adds sleepily, lips smacking as she snuggles into him again.

“So you were you baby girl.” With it all said and done, they both felt tired down into their bones, but how could they not feel fully relaxed after the week they had, and add the night and the sex on top of it. It was the deepest and best sleep either had had in as long as they could remember. Bella felt safe and satisfied. Declan felt whole and accomplished. And both felt far more than they bargained for for the other.

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[himbofreddynewandyke]

creamsicle smut + freddy being conflicted

being Mr orange gave freddy the chance to be the cool guy he’d secretly always wanted to be, leather jacket and slight sneer, sure the stakes were higher but suddenly he didnt have to worry about his actual life, could act how and dress how he wanted, drink and blow smoke and banter with Cabot’s men, and they bought it. he was always waiting for someone to cry out, not “hey, this guy’s a cop!” but “hey, this guy aint one of us, he’s a fuckin dweeby loser” but that never happened. mr orange fit right in.

and when mr white flirted with him, freddy newandyke would've just blushed and stammered and made an excuse to leave, but mr orange flirted back, sent mr white longing looks while biting his lips, making sure the older man knew exactly what was on his mind.

White was confusing to freddy, he was dangerous, dangerous as hell, during their conversations he slipped mentions of his previous violence into them so casually – because it was casual for him, but freddy found everything about him strangely arousing, the way he was so sure of himself, the way he could be so brash yet a gentleman, he joked about time he kneecapped some mouthy guy once while they were eating burgers then ten minutes later offered his lighter to an elderly couple at the next table who were having trouble with theirs.

freddy had known he was gay since he was a young teen, not just gay but the worst type of fag, the type that wanted to be on the receiving end of sex, the type that wanted to be the more submissive partner. he may have been a social inept kid but he’d been smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut about crushing on other boys. as an adult he'd been with men a few times, never any names or kisses or beds, anonymous handjobs in club bathrooms, quick and hurried and always left him feeling dulled and wanted more. after he joined the police force his fear of his sexuality being found out and his own self hatred kept him celibate, and if he spent most nights thinking about being held and kissed and fucked by another man - his mind wouldn’t allow him to entertain the word ‘boyfriend’ - then that was his business only. and now, while he was playing this role, fitting in for the first time in his life as mr orange, this opportunity had fallen straight into his lap. He wanted mr white. He wanted mr white to fuck him, wanted this brute to rid of him of his pesky virginity, it was dangerous, it was dumb, but the undercover job had given him a type of courage he could’ve never possessed by himself.

white was definitely into him, freddy suspected he’d organised all their excursions together outside of joe’s orders, and one late evening when they were driving around, when white had slipped his hand on freddys knee but not gone further, was when freddy realised the older man was waiting for him to make the first move. so he made it, put his hand on white’s and brought it up higher, guided it over his thighs then over the top of his crotch. white didn’t react at first, just parked the car, then lent over and kissed him hard, his hand on freddys neck pulling him in. when they reluctantly broke apart, white started up the car again “my place is only about 10 minutes away”. feeling bold, freddy had kept his own hand on whites inner leg the whole way there.

once they got inside of his apartment, white tossed his car keys on the table then pulled freddy over to a couch, pulled him onto his lap so he was sitting and freddy was straddling him, then started kissing him again, slower this time yet no less forceful, his hands slipping under freddys jacket and undershirt. "he knows what he's doing" freddy thought "oh thank fucking christ, he knows what he's doing." freddy grinded up against white, couldn't help letting a whine escape him, he kissed down whites jaw n started sucking at his neck, white lifted his head up and pressed their foreheads together "what do you want sweetheart, we'll do whatever you want" he said. freddy licked his lips and swallowed "i want you to fuck me". White grinned, "yeah?" "yeah" freddy confirmed.

After a few more minutes of necking white led him over to the bed, and stripped them both effortlessly while still making out with freddy, this confirmation of his experience helping to relax freddy, white was running his hands over freddys sides and it was strangely tender and soothing, not at all what freddy had anticipated, but that he enjoyed nonetheless. They explored each others bodies, hands everywhere and kisses all over chests and shoulder, freddy growing red at how much his body responded to whites movements, arching into his touch, the stupid noises he was making.

When they were face to face again white gave freddy a small kiss on his lips "still want me to fuck you?" he said "yes" freddy said, not sure what he was supposed to do, but white had turned away, going thru the drawer of his nightstand, pulled out a tube of lube and a foil wrapper. Oh, right, a condom. Freddy felt mildly stupid, wouldnt have thought in the moment to ask about protection, then relief that white was the kind of guy to not have to be asked to wear one.

Freddy got onto his hands and knees on the bed, feeling self conscious, the most he'd been since he became mr orange. "you want me to be like this?" he asked, white rubbed his lower back and arsecheeks, "whatever position you want baby" "ok" freddy said, still unsure.

when white slid a lubed finger into his arse, he gasped and slid his arms down, buried his face in them. "shhhhhh" white soothed "that ok?" freddy was breathing heavily but stuttered out "yeah". "just relax, ok baby?" white slowly fingerfucked him, added another finger then a third, the whole time checkin in with freddy. Then he removed them, freddy kept his face hidden against his arms with his arse up, could hear white quickly opening and putting on the condom, then squirting more lube on, felt the head of his cock against his hole, then inside him, inching in slowly, giving him time to get used to the feeling. Freddys legs were shaking and white rubbed lil circles over his outer thighs, "good boy, you're doing so well baby". Freddy was so out of his element, appreciated the encouragement. it occured to him that white had probably seen past mr oranges sneering overconfident swagger, could tell it was freddy’s first time doing this.

there was a slight burn and stretch, but sex didn’t hurt like freddy had anticipated. Freddy was suddenly grateful that white hadnt given him the rough fuck he was expecting, was going slow, steady thrusts, could feel whites hand on his back and neck, reassuring him. White gently pulled out, "we're just gonna change positions baby" and freddy let him manipulate his body, couldnt stop him if he wanted to, onto his side with white behind him, pressed against him. White brought freddy’s leg up and then guided his cock into him again, freddy giving a sharp intake of breath at the new angle. This was nice, white's arms around him now, and white kissing the back and side of his neck, "sweet boy, such a gorgeous boy" he breathed into freddys ear, and freddy twisted his head so they could sloppily half-kiss. One of white's hands started on his cock as he continued fucking freddy at a slow rhythm, freddy didn't feel close to coming but didnt care about it now, all the new sensations he was feeling tonight were enough, the warmth of white pressed up against him, and inside of him, and his arms around him. White muttered "gonna cum" next to his ear, and soon did with a grunt, freddy thought he could feel the fat cock pulsing inside him. White didn't continue thrusting but kept his softening cock inside of freddy as he jacked him off, freddy was exhausted, didn’t think he could come just then, he felt like telling white not to bother but couldnt get the words out, didnt realise he was still slightly shaking. White continued switching different rhythms on his dick until freddy came suddenly and unexpectedly with a small yell.

When white slipped out of him and let go freddy wanted to bury his face in his arms again but couldnt move, then felt white's weight back on the bed, pulling him over so they were facing each other, started kissing slowly and lazily, and that was just what freddy needed, he moaned, sunk into white, he could hear him muttering “gorgeous, youre fucking gorgeous baby” then white rolled over slightly so freddy was curled into his side, occassionally pressing small kisses on whites chest, white running his hand through freddy’s hair. “you enjoyed that orange?” freddy smiled weakly, bone tired and still processing what happened, “yeah”. white groaned and yawned “i’m tired as hell, we’ll shower in the morning” “you want me to stay the night?” freddy said surprised. “sure, if you wanna. im not gonna fuck you then make you sleep alone” white said

it wasn't supposed to happen like this, white – this man who just yesterday was bragging about how to cut a man's fingers off for defending his business  – was supposed to fuck him, be rough with him, be every stereotype that freddy anticipated, then send him off into the night. Instead he'd been more tender and sweet than freddy could’ve imagined, than he had a right to be, than anyone would ever treat freddy again, had made sure he was ok and called him pet names, called him gorgeous. Freddy should've left right then. Instead, he did the worst thing possible. He burst into tears

this was the icing on this whole mistake cake, not only was white gonna think that he was some foolhardy whore who spread his legs for the first man who’d have him (which, an hour ago, he couldnt have given a damn about it, maybe thats what the reputation he wanted for mr orange), now he was gonna think he was emotionally disturbed.

"hey, hey" white's hand slipped down from his hair and started rubbing his back, bringing him in closer, which just made freddy sob pathetically more, bury his face into white’s neck. "I didn't hurt ya did i?" freddy shook his head and managed to whisper out a "no". "you're just feeling a bit vulnerable?" and freddy said "yeah", white continued to rub his back while making shhhh soothing noises, said “you’re ok, you’re good sweetheart”. freddy soon calmed down, whites hand never leaving him, neither man talking. freddy usually had trouble falling asleep but exhausted after his crying fit and with the warm body pressed beside him he went to sleep quickly

when he woke up, it was still dark, he and white had drifted apart slightly during the night but white still had an arm resting over him. Freddy rolled over which woke White up with a grunt. "wassa time?" he muttered. freddy looked at the digital alarm clock on whites nightstand "just after 3am" white gave another grunt as thanks, his eyes closed "c'mere" freddy sunk into his side again, let white lazily sling an arm around him, then he leaned over and started softly kissing along whites shoulder and neck "love how affectionate you are kiddo" white said, his eyes still closed "go back to sleep, i'll cook you something nice for breakfast in the morning"

no one had ever described freddy as 'affectionate' before, but then again he'd never been this affectionate – nor recieved anywhere close to this amount of affection – before. For the first time since he began the job, freddy felt guilty, for letting white treat him so good, treat him like a lover. He didnt feel like supercool Mr Orange anymore, just felt like a rat. He wondered what would happen between him and white, whether they could do this again (and again and again). He wondered if he could somehow get white a leaner sentence, lie maybe, say that white was forced to do the job to pay back a debt to Joe, but even in his head he knew White wouldn’t go along with it, he was an honourable guy, just with a really fucked up code of honour. For one crazy minute he wondered if he could just abandon everything, the police force, his whole life, and just drive off together, he and white living life on the lam. He yawned and wondered what white was gonna make him for breakfast.

[spearxwind]

ask stuff!!

first i wanna apologize for letting some of these sit in my inbox for a while :’) i didnt have the time or energy to answer before

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hdkjdgkfjh do it coward make all the bug ocs

bold of you to assume bugs don’t have finger sensitivity... but also the bugs making passive aggressive comments back like “imagine having singular lens eyes”

4060 x 2560 pixels in size and at 600dpi which is absolutely ridiculous btw

then i crop it or enlarge it depending on what im drawing

khjgdkjfhdfjghk god you’re so valid 

i realized i was a mimic when i had to teach myself to not be a motionless slab of concrete when paying attention in class. i used to just sit there yeah motionless, not doing anything but looking right thru the teacher until one of them went “windy, whenever i look at you idk if you’re paying extreme attention or if you’re secretly plotting to backstab me with a tomahawk” (spoilers i was just paying hella attention) but ever since he called me out in the middle of class i was like man........ ive been a fuckin creepo this whole time

and i had to forcefully teach myself to do other things while paying attention to something like moving my leg or my arm or switching positions, looking away and then back again, fiddling w my hair or my rings or anything

nah they just have their 8 functional “anthro” arms and their 4 legs to stand on, all the other legs are more akin to a centipede’s and cant do much 

also for some reason everyone keeps misgendering tenten as a dude and i want to explicitly state that tenten is NONBINARY and uses THEY/THEM thank you

its cool its cool i assumed you really meant nothing much by it, but tone matters when writing things on the internet sadly since we cannot hear each other 

at the same time oc lore and such, especially for this one story, is something i personally am very touchy about since... i have a lot of people wanting to know about it and i keep changing things a lot. it takes a lot of self control for me to not post about everything i think of because id just be retconning my stuff constantly. i try to only post about my stuff when i make definitive decisions or run them by my friends so they can tell me if its any good or not but i still go back on some of those decisions eventually so i just dont want to confuse people further :’)) 

but!! in better news!! that story finally has plot!! after literally three years of being [vague hand motion]. its not all built yet, but i do have a good thread to follow, with a beginning and an ending which is a lot more than what ive ever had for any project jkhf

tbh id have talked about it already, but i literally just made a post like this a couple months back where i redid a lot of my lore and such (for the 50th time since i decided this was a story) and it feels kinda ratty to come back from dead silence about this, months later, to say hey so everything i said back then? just forget it lol

my dude ive been playing dnd for a couple months and i still suck at it but if it helps any: check for fucking traps.... oh my god

oh thats me!!! im the bitch!!! (bug witch)

hell yeah dont fucking let anyone declaw your ocs,,, they’re your murder machines. who cares if theyd be more popular if they had a love interest or fucking whatever. ive already had my fair share of ‘i made this character softer to please certain people’ and you know what? im absolutely done w that

best example i could give you is adri. i cannot tell you the amount of people ive gotten and still get that ask about him + love interests or “but would he ever feel bad? would he ever spare people? would he ever catch feelings for someone?” and my personal favorite “so would he fuck anyone [before eating them]” nuh uh. nope. absolutely not. fuck off w that shit

i have no idea my dude. i have 5 people who i promised slots to who have been waiting since the beginning of february but i havent been able to do anything for them YET bc my fucking school workload has been ridiculous out of the blue

but at the same time i really do need money to save up for things... i might have to look into opening a patreon/tip jar/other things for it :’) maybe gonna open up exclusive titty commissions 

but uh. to answer you its honestly just sometime SOON, but could be “next week” soon or “in two months” soon, because i super depend on my uni not holding me by the fucking neck to be able to have time for these and i want to get to the people already in my queue before doing more. 

also i still have a shit ton of commissions that i havent posted that im waiting on posting when i finish these as well so i can do it in sets 

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD) - Chapter 1

Warning(s): Explicit Langauge. Death. Gore. A Hardcore Love for a Chocolate Milkshake. 

Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of Another One Bites The Dust (AOBTD). It’s a bit longer than the next one, but I really hope y’all enjoy it. Feel free to let me know what you think! :) 

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Next Chapter:   Two.

Chapter 1 ~ My Milkshake (Brings All The Boys)

I walk into Chick-Fil-A, noticing a little girl of no more than five years of age, playing by herself at a table with two G.I. Joe action figures. Me too, kid. Me fuckin’ too. I hear heavy arguing coming from the kitchen as I make my way to the counter to place my order. 

I tap my fingers against the smooth faux granite as I wait. I’m not really frustrated at havin’ to wait. I actually don’t mind it one bit. It’s just nice that I ain’t gotta wait on any customers at the moment. After a few moments, a young lady and a young man walk out from the kitchen.

The swinging door smacks against the wall in response to the lady shoving it roughly. She makes her way to the register.

“Can I help you?” She asks, obviously annoyed.

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake, please.” I say.

She huffs, but rings it up for me before letting me know when I can pay. I wait while my milkshake is made. I don’t know why, but I’ve been craving a chocolate milkshake from Chick-Fil-A for days. Normally, I’d get some nuggets and a medium fry to eat, but I’m not in the mood for those at the moment. 

I just want my milkshake. The lady goes back to arguing with the man while she makes it. I can tell she’s clearly pissed off, and the last thing she wants to do is make me a damn milkshake. She even mutters that under her breath, thinking I can’t hear her, but I can.

I step outside since it’s going to be a few minutes for my milkshake to be ready. I walk across the almost empty parking lot to the grocery store where I’ve worked for a couple years now. None of my favorite co-workers are there today, so I don’t bother talkin’ to the others. 

They’d just piss me off. I hear a commotion outside and see a figure walking, sluggishly through the parking lot. The left side of it’s body is drooping, and even from looking through the glass windows, I can tell something’s not right. The figure seems to be snapping its jaws and acting like a wild animal.

It takes me a moment to realize what’s wrong. I’d heard on the news over the past few weeks that the dead were coming back to life and walking amongst the living. I didn’t think it’d reach us this quickly, but I guess the apocalypse truly has started.

I reach under the register that I normally work at and grab my backpack. I haven’t clocked back in for work yet, since I’m still on my lunch break. I probably won’t be getting my next paycheck. I guess it don’t really matter anymore, since it seems like the world’s gone to complete and utter shit. 

I make sure everything I had packed in my bag is still there. It is. I sling it over my shoulder and head outside after drawing my knives from their sheaths in my bag. Holding one in my right hand, I make quick work of ending the dead’un’s second life.

He falls to the ground with a sickening thud, but I don’t focus on that ‘cause more dead’uns are making their way towards me. From what I can tell, there’re only four headin’ my way. I end them too, making sure that I don’t get hurt myself, but also ‘cause no one should have to suffer like this. 

Living in this world is hard ‘nough as a living, breathing person, but to come back as a dead’un? That shit’s rough. I wouldn’t wish that on even my worst enemy. I hear the rumbling of a big truck. I turn and look as a monster truck comes down the hill and pulls to a stop beside me.

I look at the driver, and realize it’s my dad.

“C’mon! Hop in!” He says.

I’m shocked. He’s not being an asshole like he normally is, but that don’t necessarily mean I’m ‘bout to get in the vehicle with him. I hear more footsteps come up from my right side. I turn, knife drawn, ready to end another dead’un’s suffering. 

I stop when I realize that it’s just the two men I love with everything in me, Jeffrey and Tim. They both look at me with pride and love shining in their eyes. I know they both love me with everythin’ in ‘em, and I love ‘em too. Jeffrey runs his right hand through his short, dark black hair, ruffling it up, before bringing his hand down to his face and over his salt and pepper beard.

Tim scratches the side of his face, just above his ginger beard. His hair’s already messed up, but that’s just his style. He usually goes with the bed head look on a daily basis.

“Damn, doll. You sure do know how to use that knife.” Jeffrey drawls, smirking.

I laugh. “You have no idea, hon.”

Tim chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

I grin at him. They walk over and hug me. It’s good to have ‘em here. I was worried that they wouldn’t be able to show up for my lunch break, but they did. I know that it’s hard to get away from the school sometimes for lunch. Tim’s a science and history teacher at the local high school, and Jeffrey’s the gym teacher. 

They both coach baseball during the spring, and boys’ wrestlin’ team durin’ the winter. Although, my lunch break has taken quite an interesting turn, to say the least. My boys both kiss my cheeks. I grin even more. Ok. So, I may not have the most conventional relationship, but I wouldn’t trade what I have with these two goofballs for anything.

We’re all three happy with what we’ve got going. In fact, they both proposed to me yesterday, and of course, I said yes. I couldn’t imagine living my life without either of ‘em. Anyway, I hear my dad hollering for me from the monster truck.

“C’mon! Get in the truck! Now!” He yells.

I sigh and look at my boys, jerking my head in the direction of the truck.

“C’mon. Y’all get in first.” I instruct.

They do. Jeffrey gets in the back while Tim hops up in the passenger seat. I tuck my knife into the sheath attached to the tactical belt holding my cargo pants up. Tossing my bag up to Jeffrey, I blow him a kiss.

“I’ll be right back!” I say, before I take off across the parking lot towards Chick-Fil-A.

“What?” I hear Tim holler after me. “Darlin’?”

“Doll! Get your fuckin’ ass back here! Now!” Jeffrey calls.

“No! I’m going to get my milkshake!” I holler back.

I’ll be damned if a zombie apocalypse is going to keep me from getting my fuckin’ chocolate milkshake. I open the door, and see the same thing I saw earlier: the little girl still sitting at the table, playing, and the two employees arguing with each other.

However, after a moment, I realize they’re not actually arguing. The man’s already turned and he’s trying to attack the woman. She turns her head to look at me as I walk closer. Her distracted state allows for the newly turned dead’un to take a huge ass bite out of her neck. 

I sigh as I draw my knife out, and get prepared to use it. I just wanted a fuckin’ milkshake. That’s all. I make quick work of ending the dead’un and going ahead and putting the girl out of her misery before she too can turn. Like I said, I wouldn’t wish this new life on my worst enemy.

My eyes drift to the little girl after I hear the door to the restaurant open and a few more dead’uns come in. I quickly kill the dead’un before they have a chance to hurt the little girl.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s your name?” I ask, making my way over to her, and crouching down so we’re at eye level with one another.

She looks up at me. “Angel.”

I smile. “Pretty name. Where are your parents?”

“I think daddy’s in the back with mommy. They’re arguing.”

I sigh. I just killed her parents. Fuck. I sure as shit ain’t gonna fuckin’ leave her alone now. Not in this shit-tastic, fucked up world.

“Angel, can you do me a favor?” I ask, calmly and as sweet as I can manage.

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok. I want you to stay behind me. No matter what. Ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She slides out of the booth. I spot my milkshake sitting on the counter. I make my way over to get it once I make sure that we’re relatively safe for the moment. There’s more milkshake in the blender, and the cups half full. I fill it up. I paid for it and I’m gonna get all that I can. 

I really wanted that damn milkshake. I notice a 12-count nugget, a large fry, and a chicken sandwich sitting on the heat bar. I snag ‘em up. I glance at Angel. She’s still behind me, waiting for my next step. I hear a gurgling sound and realize that there’s a dead’un trying to crawl in through the drive-thru window.

I scoop Angel up under my arm, giving her the milkshake to hold onto. Making sure I’ve got the girl, the food, and my fucking chocolate milkshake, I run out of the restaurant and back into the parking lot. I groan as I see more dead’uns filling up the empty spaces where cars once parked. 

I hear the rumble of a truck and look up to see the monster truck heading towards me. It comes to a halt beside me. Jeffrey’s in the front seat now with Tim sitting beside him. My dad’s nowhere to be seen, but I don’t dare dwell on that fact. 

Angel takes the waffle fries from me and holds onto ‘em with a death grip.

“Get your fuckin’ ass in the fuckin’ truck now, doll.” Jeffrey says, sternly.

I know it seems like he’s being harsh, but he’s not. I can tell he’s worried ‘bout me, and cares deeply for me. He just happens to cuss so much that it’d make a sailor blush.

“I’m glad you’re ok, darlin’.” Tim says, softly, as he reaches back to open the passenger door.

I set the little girl up into the backseat of the truck. She holds onto the fries for dear life. I chuckle as I give the nuggets and my milkshake to Tim. I reach up, grabbing ahold of the door so that I can pull myself up onto the seat. Once the door’s shut, Jeffrey hits the gas, getting us outta the fuckin’ parking lot. 

Tim turns in his seat, leaning closer to Jeffrey as he looks at me. He hands me the food and my milkshake. I take the stuff and notice that Angel’s munching on the fries. I smile as I take a sip of my milkshake. It was fuckin’ worth it. I let out a happy sigh, and close my eyes as I swallow the milky concoction.

“What the fuck were you thinkin’?” Jeffrey asks.

I open my eyes. Tim’s still looking at me. I know he’s worried ‘bout me too. I glance over at Jeffrey. He turns his head briefly to look at me before looking back at the road in front of him.

“I told you, I wanted my milkshake.” I say, stating the obvious.

Tim chuckles. Jeffrey huffs. I grin.

“I hope it’s worth it. You scared the fuckin’ shit out of me, doll.” Jeffrey says.

Tim nods. “You did. Scared me too.”

[kyubikofang]

OK SO HE'S GOT THIS CUTE FUCKIN PURPLE HAIR THAT I JUST WANNA RUN MY FINGERS THRU & HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO GORGEOUS & KISSABLE & WHENEVER HE TALKS ABT THINGS HE LIKES HE GETS SO ADORABLY EXCITED & HIS SENSE OF HUMOR IS SO DAMN CUTE & HIS SMILE IS SO ENDEARING & WE SHARE MUSIC WITH EACH OTHER & TALK ABT ALL THE AWESOME THINGS WERE GONNA DO WHEN WE MEET & HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES & HOLY SHIT IVE NEVER SMILED SO MUCH BC OF A SINGLE HUMAN BEING :'> (OUR 4 MONTH ANNIVERSARY IS COMING UP SOON AAAAAA)💖💞💗

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! :DDDDDDDD I’m glad that you have someone like that in your life. I hope they treat you well and congrats on 4 months :)

[sevanshq]

come thru

TAGGING: sam & dani  @dangerousdanii

LOCATION: sam’s penthouse

DATE & TIME: 6/15; late (late!) evening

NOTES: *narrator voice* it was 100% a late night booty call. NSFW.

Dani was beyond irritated, she hated being rejected, and better yet being flat out stood up was a huge pet peeve of hers. She was all dressed up, and she looked damn good, and the fact that it was going unnoticed and unappreciated was not gonna fly with her. Thank god Sam wasn't busy, and even if he was, if he was alone she knew he probably wouldn't mind a late night visitor. So, she slipped a red silky robe on over the black lacy lingerie she had on already for the planned shoot. Makeup still on, she at least took her extensions out to let her straight black hair skim against her collarbone, padding just a few doors down and sending that text before crossing her arms over her chest as she waited. And she hated waiting.

Sam could honestly say he wasn't doing much and was probably (and should have probably) been in bed by now, considering the long day ahead of them but Dani was clearly pissed off and impulsive thoughts usually won out over common sense. So fuck it. And fuck with her, apparently. Their texts had quickly shifted from jokes to...not jokes and he was up for the challenge she'd put forth. Shutting down his editing, he headed towards the front door, grinning at the sight she made once he opened it up, revealing Dani in her lingerie, robe, and not much else. Save for the frown on her face. "Evenin' beautiful," he greeted and stepped aside so she could enter. "I almost feel overdressed." Next to the lace and silk ensemble, his sweatpants and t-shirt seemed too much but he figured they wouldn't be on for long anyway.

Dani heard the door open, it had to be well into two in the morning, but Dani refused to end this night alone and on a bad note. Hands sliding down to rest on her hips, she felt her frown twitch into a smile for a moment just from the big grin he wore when he took in the sight of her. "Good evening." She said with a little laugh under her breath, walking into the boy's penthouse which was slowly becoming familiar to her. Pivoting on her heel, she noticed now that he had his glasses on, in sweat pants and a t-shirt, and even then he looked absolutely handsome. "Nah, you look just right, besides, I'm not expecting you to keep all that on for much longer." She said, voice smooth as she leaned against the wall behind her, head tilting to the side as she ran her hands down her body with a little hum under her breath, "Thanks for letting me come over, I was getting so lonely all by myself..." She teased, hands sliding back up her lace clad body in a slow, lingering manner as she eyed him.

Sam chuckled and leaned into her as she leaned against the wall. He was fine with the lack of pretense. The late hour saw to it that the full finesse wasn't entirely necessary, though he did like a little bit. So he pressed the sound of his laughter to the curve of her throat, let the vibration linger against tanned skin that was soft and smelled just as pretty as she looked, poured into that lacy lingerie, while his hands took over the teasing that her fingers started, ghosting over the smooth lines of lace and silk. "You needed me, sugar?" he asked, the question lingering in the nape of her neck while a hand dipped lower, riding the curve of her round ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "Tell me what I wanna hear."

Dani let her eyes trail up his chest as he stepped closer to her, teeth skimming along her bottom lip as she fluttered he eyes closed. It was obvious she was worked up, and she knew Sam could give her exactly what she wanted. She was trying to be good, to stick to filming only since the last time they were without cameras was...messy. But fuck the rules, she didn't care, and as his lips ran along her neck with a small chuckle, she let out a soft hum of approval. His hands ran along her body, making her smile a bit as she heard him ask that question, fingers crawling up his chest into his hair, combing through the golden locks slowly before tugging his head back with a smirk, "I need you Sam...so bad." She spoke slowly, words lingering as her lips ghosted over his, "I need you to fuck me, make me feel so good, I know you want to..." She whispered now, one hand sliding down his chest as she pushed her ass back into the grip of his hands before lightly running her fingers along the outline of his dick under his sweats.

Sam let his gaze drift down to her mouth, watching full lips form the words that made him twitch inside his sweats. It really didn't take much. Not with the press of Dani's curves against him or the feel of her fingers stroking him, body already responding to her touch and he dipped his head to capture her lips in a hard kiss, his hands ghosting up curves to push the silk robe from her shoulders, letting it fall silently to the floor while he nipped at her bottom lip. "You know I always make you feel good," he told her. One hand was already slipping past the lacy cup to tease a pierced nipple while the other settled between thick thighs, cupping the heat at her center and his lips curled into a smile against her mouth. "How are you this wet already, you soaked through you pretty lingerie."

Dani could feel the way he twitched under his sweats under her slow working hand, making her hum before his head dipped down to crash his lips into hers. A small smile twitched at the corners for a moment before dropping her shoulders to let him push the robe off her body, pooling at her bare feet. "Yeah?" The raven haired beauty cooed at his words, lips brushing against his as her mouth stayed out, a small sigh leaving her lips as his large hands explored her body and began teasing her. Eyes fluttering open, she locked her hodded gaze on him, "Oops? I can't help it....." Her hand moved up his stomach before pushing her fingers past his waistband, wrapping around his cock to begin toying back with him, "I got all worked up, thinking about this." She gave a small twist of her wrist to emphasize, hot words slowly melting against his lips as she let a small smirk tug at her mouth.

Sam gave a quiet grunt at the feel of her wandering hand, the almost impatient way small fingers pushed into his sweats and curled around him. His hips gave a small roll at that, pushing more of him into her palm while his own hand teased her with a gentle squeeze. "Mmm, I got you all worked up, just from thinking about me," he teased, letting his middle finger drag slowly along her slit, giving her just enough friction from the fabric and his touch that she could grind into it, if she wanted. "You know what I'm thinkin' about, baby? That we won't even make it to the bed. Want you right here. Sound good?" As he spoke, he teased her, with his mouth, trailing kisses along her jaw, and with his hands, pinching and thumbing her nipple while the other rubbed her though black lace and silk. "You want that, Dani? Hmm? Fuck you right against the front door? Where everybody can hear you moan my name?"

Dani noted the way he pushed his hips into her hand, humming a bit as he squeezed at her, tongue coming out to wet her lips as he spoke, "Mmmmmhm, and I get you all to myself." She sighed out, breathing getting a little heavier as his long fingers dragged through the wet fabric, but she held her ground as she lightly rolled her hips against his hand. His words only made her hotter, skin tingling at what he said, hand in his sweats pumping him a little faster, "Sounds amazing....." She murmured, tilting her head to the side as she fluttered her eyes closed, swallowing thickly as she let out a small moan of approval as he kept up his efforts, "You'd like that, huh? To put on a little show for everyone, let them know how good you're fucking me?" Dani murmured, licking her lips again before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, her other hand moving up to grab at his jaw and pull back to look at him. "But, I think you're wearing far too many clothes." She whispered, thumb swiping over the head of his cock as she locked her gaze on his, "C'mon, take something off for me?"

Sam could have laughed at the way she seemed to be giving in but still holding out for her way, her body reacting to his touch, just as his did the same, hips giving another slow thrust and he only barely bit back the huff in protest when Dani switched things up in favor of demanding he lose some clothes. But he quickly recovered. "Well since you're busy down there, guess I'll take the shirt." His hands slipped away to grip the hem of his white tee and drag it up and off, tossing it aside. Those same hasty hands moved back to her curves, skimming her hips and settling at her shoulders, pushing at the straps of the intricate lingerie, tugging it down to her waist. "This, I like." His lips returned to her neck, sucking at the smooth curve just as his hands teased her piercings, and he pressed more of those words and a few groans into her skin as he marked her. "I know you like showin' off too. That's why you came over here tonight, ain't it baby? Get me all worked up so I'd fuck you just the way you like?" The gentle bites continued up her neck and towards her earlobe just as his hand, unencumbered by lace lingering at her waist, slipped between her lingerie, two fingers slipping knuckle-deep into her heat, the glide of it so soft Sam groaned at the feel of it, his hips giving a hard roll just as his fingers started to thrust. "Goddamn, sugar. You're so fuckin' hot."

Dani couldn't help the smirk that spread across her lips, eyes scanning his face before releasing her light hold on his face, "Smart boy." She teased with a small laugh, watching the shirt disappear from his strong torso, eyes drinking in the sight with a hum of approval because.....damn, he always looked good. His hands soon pushed down the straps on her shoulders, making her lean back against the wall more to let him see her better, "You like what you see?" Dani asked playfully, even though he practically answered the question as his lips touched her neck, going to work on a spot of her body that made a small whimper leave her throat. Usually, she would protest about leaving behind any marks, but how could she when it felt this good? Her hand in his sweats kept up the slow strokes, lazy almost but with enough effort to work him up nicely, a soft sigh slipping past her hips when his hands kept moving on her chest. "I like getting you all worked up, it always makes you fuck me so good, makes me make all those pretty noises for you..." Her skin was crawling in the best way possibly, smile ever so slightly in the corner of her lips as she tilted her head to the side, thumb circling along the tip of his cock to help spread his slick precum and speed up her efforts. At least, that was the plan before she felt his digits sink into her, mouth falling open with a gasp as her eyes fluttered closed, "Fuck, baby." She whispered, swallowing slowly as she let out a few soft sighs as his fingers began their thrusts.

Sam only faltered slightly at the feel of Dani's thumb swiping at him, the shudder racing down his spine and he arched into her strokes with a low moan, his own fingers giving a hard thrust into her wetness just as he pressed his thumb to her clit, teasing it with the same steady rhythm. Riling him up was always a surefire way to leave them both satisfied and Sam huffed out a laugh while he nibbled the shell of her ear. "Fuck, you sound so good. Feel even better, though. Can't wait to feel all this wrapped around me." He lifted his head, olive eyes meeting her dark gaze and he nipped at her bottom lip. "Wanna hear you moan for me first, though. Let's see how loud you can get."

Dani watched the way he gave in for a moment, those were always some of her favorites moments, and she only was able to soak it in before he gave a hard thrust of his fingers in return. A small moan catching in the back of her throat as her legs felt weak for only a second when his thumb pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves. She could feel the way she was slowly beginning to get those throbbing pleasure waves from his fingers, "Oh my god..." She murmured, feeling the warmth of his breath when he chuckled against her ear, hand not still attempting to work at his length gripping onto his bicep for a moment to steady herself. "Yeah? You can't wait to feel so hot and tight I am around you?" She murmured, head tilting back to lean against the wall behind her, eyes not moving from his as she breathed out a soft moan into his mouth. "More...." She whispered, widening her legs a bit as she rolled her hips against his hand ever-so-slightly.

Sam always enjoyed the little ways needed to get Dani just like this, soft, needy whispers as she moved against him. "Yeah, babe. I want all that." His free hand gripped her ass, more to cop a feel but also to still the rocking motion of her hips. "You always get so greedy," he teased, letting the words linger on her lips with another soft kiss. He was glad to indulge her 'more' though, it was far too late for them to prolong what they both wanted. And she was slick enough for it, Sam adding a third finger to the two already thrusting inside her, flicking his wrist in a curving upwards thrust to tap her spot while his arm curled at her middle. "More? Like this, sugar? This what you need? Feels like it. Feels like it won't take much to get you moanin' just the way I like."

Dani usually, at least on camera, liked taking control of most situations but with Sam she gave into his dominance from time to time. How could she not when he spoke like that and touched her in ways that always left her wanting more? She was whipped, she knew it, and still she let out a shaky little hum of a moan. Smiling a bit as she let her fingers creep up his chest, she'd focus on him in a second, because right now it was way too hard with his hot words filling her head and his fingers filling her between her legs. Returning the soft kiss, she laughed breathlessly against his mouth, "And you love it." She reminded him, fingers smoothing over his broad shoulders before her head fell back with his third finger slipping into her heat. The stretch made she eyes flutter shut, mouth agape as she nodded, "Fuck....feels so good." Dani praised, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she gripped at the back of his neck, her soft moans raising in pitch now as she rolled her hips down with every raise of his thrusts into her.

Sam honestly did enjoy it, couldn't even deny that. From the way Dani's fingers wandered, to her cockiness that rivaled his own, to how responsive she always was, it kept him on his game, eager to please her. He used his arm curled around her frame to steady them, crowding her further to the wall while he continued to stroke, already feeling the shakiness in her legs. "Looks even better," he praised, lips brushing her cheek as he gave another hard thrust. "Good girl. You always give me what I want. Gettin' louder for me, does that mean you're close?"

Dani loved a challenge, and Sam gave her one time and time again. His strong arm easily held her up, and she squeaked out another noise of approval as his lips ran along her cheek and breathed more hot words against her skin. Leaning her head back, she locked her eyes back on his again in a lust-filled gaze, mouth open as she kept letting out moans with a playful grin on her face the whole time. "Not even close...still need to feel you filling me up, fucking me up against the wall, making me all weak for you...." She managed to breathe out between moans, licking her lips as she gripped harder onto the back of his neck before tugging at the back of his golden head of hair.

Sam laughed at her reply and nipped at her jawline. "That right, huh?" He slipped his fingers from her center and lifted them to his lips, sucking the sweetness from them before pushing at her lingerie, tugging it over her hips and down to her ankles. "I can give you all of that." Sam fished out the condom he'd had the good sense to store in the pocket of his sweats and tore the wrapper. He yanked at his sweats, stepping out of them once they dropped to the floor, thoughtlessly, as his focus was on rolling the condom down the length of him. Fully sheathed, it wasn't much to grip Dani up, fingers grasped one thigh to hitch around his waist, leaving her open to the hard surge of his hips as he gave a short roll, slipping into her wetness with the same ease as his fingers. There was barely a pause, his chest still working to get out the low grunt that settled there when he was reaching for her other leg, picking her up completely only to bring her back down onto his dick, bouncing her against him with more of those sharp thrusts and he wrapped both thighs around his waist, taking only a beat before he was pushing harder.

Dani drank in the noise of that laugh, low and smooth as it filled her senses. A little pout and a soft grunt left her lips as he pulled his fingers out of her, but her gaze didn't move as she watched his plush lips wrap around the digits that were inside of her only moments ago. Everything else happened pretty fast, clothes being shed, hands moving every which way as she impatiently waited for what she had been wanting all day. And, to be honest, she was kind of glad she got blown off now because this was way better than she could've gotten with anyone else.....not that she'd ever let him know that. Her shoulders were pressed back against the wall as he hitched her leg up swiftly before rolling his hips forward in a fluid motion, slipping into her throbbing heat. A small gasp followed by a moan came tumbling off her lips as she was swept up off the ground entirely, and she reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist, "Shit!" She whined out as she felt him fill her up, clenching around him for a moment as her fingers gripped at the back of his head, tangling in his locks as she rested her forehead against his. "Fuck, this is what I wanted, you feel so fucking good baby. C'mon, fuck me...fuck me like you want to."

Sam wrapped one arm around her middle and his other hand palmed the wall near her head, needing it to ground himself, as he fucked up into her. The relentless rhythm had him feeling everything, the frantic flutter of her walls, gripping him so tightly the moans slipped out, rough and unchecked between them. Dani's fingers in his hair, tugging at the blond locks in that way that always got him going only made him drive into her, harder, eager to give her exactly what she demanded, the hard, slapping pace that would leave them both satisfied.

Dani let her eyes flutter closed as a small smile pulled on her face, body buzzing as she kept her legs tight around his waist as he fucked up into her small frame. A small whimper of approval slipped off her lips, fingers staying in his hair as her other hand held him at the back of his neck as she licked her lips. "Fuck, just like that...." She whined, a louder moan crawling up her throat as she let out a few more breathy ones to follow as he kept digging up under her, the sweet sound of skin on skin filling the air and she felt her back lightly hitting the wall as she held onto him.

Sam dipped his head, letting his mouth linger at her neck once more, tongue tracing the already reddened marks from his earlier attention as he continued to thrust, urged by Dani's moans more than her words, though both made him shudder. "Yeah?," he breathed, lifting her up and pulling back just enough that only the head of him brushed her center, only to thrust forward just as he brought her back down, their hips meeting once more in that rhythm that made his muscles burn, the sear of it all blending with the pleasure he felt every time Dani tightened around him. His fingers slipped from the wall to tangle in her dark hair, dragging her mouth to meet his while worked in his hips in that punishing grind. "Good girl. Keep moving your hips."

Dani could feel the warmth of the fluid motions of his tongue, tickling her skin in the best way possible. "Yeah." She replied easily, voice shaky as she let out a whine when he practically pulled all the way out of her, pouty and kiss swollen lips giving a little cry of approval when he slammed back up into her. Hand on the back of his neck slipping to the side of it, nails raking across the surface as his fingers tangled in her short locks and tugged her mouth down to his. Letting out soft little whines as he spoke, lips brushing hers, something about him telling her what to do in those glasses made her nod and roll her hips down against every thrust he hit up into her, "Yes sir, fuck....so good." She moaned out, using the grip she had on his neck to pull up and then drop back down against him, sweat already collecting along the curve of her back as she felt herself climbing closer and closer to her release.

Sam grunted at the feel of her nails on his skin, the jolt of it causing his pace to falter just a beat but he was able to find his groove just as quickly, savoring Dani's soft, agreeable whines and the moans he could feel against his lips, and in the fluttering grip of her each time she moved against him, meeting his thrusts with those drops that forced him to bottom out every time, a rhythm of rock and clench that left him a little dazed, the feeling only intensified by the 'sir' of it all. And if it were possible (the burn in his thighs really didn't think so), only made him fuck her harder, properly pinning her to the wall, both arms hooking around thick thighs, parting them wider, keeping them open as he pumped his hips, holding tight to Dani as he chased down that warmth that pooled in the pit of his stomach, the tingling growing stronger and he felt the tremble of her frame against him with every hard thrust.

Dani felt the way he faltered for a moment, thumb pressing up under his jaw as she trailed her lips up the length of his neck, breathing hotly against his skin as he slammed her back against the wall and let out a gasp as he kept up the relentless pounding up into her. "Oh my g----, fuck just like that, I'm so fucking close." She moaned into the side of his neck, pressing warm kisses along the skin, other hand tugging at his hair as she felt that shaky sensation slowly start to spread through her legs.

Sam knew he was going to feel this tomorrow, but really? Worth it. The strain of keeping them both upright was relaxed once he shifted his arms' grip to Dani's thigh but it was the persistent push of his, motivated by the sounds she made and the urge of his own body, hovering right along that line, the need filling him with a restless kind of energy that burned white hot under his skin and he shuddered at the feel of it. Or Dani's cries at his neck, he honestly wasn't sure. Worked up as he was, his attention felt one track, the thrust of his hips, sinking deep and groaned at the sensation, words faltering between those hoarse moans so he put that energy into fucking her harder, and leaving them both satisfied.

Dani couldn't even focus on anything but the way her body was starting to feel that dull throb in her abdomen, her whole body feeling like it was on fire from pleasure, and she ran her nails down his chest to snake under his arms and grab at his shoulders. Lips still pressed to his neck as she nodded her head, "Yes....yes, please, fuck..." She cried out, eyes squeezing shut as she raked her nails down his shoulders, whimpering as she held tight to him "I'm gonna cum, shit...Sam, don't stop." And it was only moments after that before she felt herself falling apart in his hold, moans spilling off her lips and she felt the way her frame shook in his arms, clenching and tightening around him as she whimpered while riding out her high, "C'mon, cum for me baby..." Dani managed to breath out, legs still shaking as she attempted to grind down against him with a little drop of her hips.

Sam pushed out another heavy groan once Dani began to tremble in his hold, and despite the build-up to that moment, her climax still managed to catch him off guard, the vice-like grip of her center, clenching hard in a rhythm that he fell into automatically, chasing down that feeling even as she whined and whimpered in his neck. But it was the grind of her hips, the dip to meet his thrusts that did him in and he cursed roughly, pressing her tighter against the wall, maintaining his hold on her thighs even as he gave in to her demands, hitting his peak with a low growl, burying the noise in her shoulder as continued to stroke her down, moving his hips until his body couldn't take much more stimulation and he groaned. "Jesus..." Muscles strained, he managed to wrap her legs around his waist and used the leverage from his hands at the wall to push off, carrying them over to the couch and dropping back with a deep grunt.

Dani loved the noises that fell off his lips, taking in the low growls and heavy grunts that came tumbling from his mouth, a soft curse under his breath as he pinned her flush against the wall. It didn't take too long after she requested him to join her in pleasure filled bliss that he did, muffled noise vibrating against her shoulder as she let out soft whimpers as his stroke rode out through his high. Breathless, a mess, but satisfied, she nodded in agreement to his word, "I know, fuck." She murmured, letting out a sigh of relief as he carried them to the cough because the idea of walking wasn't something she wanted to think about. Perched in his lap, she sighed as she ran her hands up his chest, cupping his face with a soft smile before leaning forward to press a slow kiss to his lips.

Sam was still riding that high, the warm and jittery feeling in his limbs yet to fade but at least they were both sitting. His hands massaged slow circles in Dani's thighs and he accepted her kiss with a quiet laugh, the unhurried glide of their lips helping to calm his pulse. "Least I know you're feelin' better now," he remarked once they parted.

Dani smiled against his lips, laughing a bit as well as she let their lips slowly move against one another, hands still resting on either side of his face. "Who knows, maybe this was my master plan all along." She joked, leaning back but still comfortable in his lap as she straddled him, hands sliding down his chest with her palms resting on his broad chest, "But yes, I'm feeling a lot better."

Sam skimmed his hands up her thighs, skirting the broad span of her hips and bypassing the tempting curve of her ass to rub her back, his laugh a little louder this time at her words. "What, you lie about being stood up, just to come through and have your way with me?" He shook his head. "It'd be an elaborate plan, and makes me feel a little cheap but you know what? I'm into it." Long fingers pushed back short, dark locks. "But, I'm glad to hear that."

Dani fluttered her eyes closed as she felt the smooth glide of his hands along her thighs, up the curve of her back, and she hummed in appreciation. There's a smirk on her lips as she opened her eyes with a small laugh, "It would've been a good plan, damn, I should've saved it for another time when it didn't actually happen. But it did, and I'm not too upset over it anymore...." She said with a soft tone of voice, leaning into the touch of fingers through her hair, "Thank you."

Sam shook his head. "I gotta stop giving you ideas." His laughter quieted to a flicker of a smile and he knew he should probably get himself together and cleaned up but he was content to keep chilling as they were. Leaning up, he brushed his lips to Dani's in a gentle kiss. "You're welcome, sugar."

Dani let her hands smooth over the surface of his chest, smirking and bit as she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, sometimes your ideas really pay off in your favor, don't they?" She said with a raise of her brows, smiling back as she watched him lean up, lips giving her a gentle kiss, which she happily returned as she pushed his now damp locks out of his face. "I'm chalking all this up by how good you look in these glasses, by the way."

Sam waggled his brows and pushed said glasses farther up before flashing her a broad grin. "So it was the glasses that did it for you? Makin' a note about that. You might be on to something. My plot of using poor eyesight to seduce beautiful women is totally working." He gave her butt a gentle smack. "So now that you've taken advantage of a blind man and gotten your jollies, you plan on skipping out, or should I put out the pillow mints?" It was late and even though Dani only lived but so far, he figured it'd be easier for her to spend the night. "I mean it's cool if you go but I was thinking you weren't trying to walk back with nothing on but a silk robe and a smile."

Dani couldn't help but roll her eyes as he spoke, giving him a smack to his shoulder after he smacked her ass, a small hum leaving her lips as she still felt him inside of her, and even though she didn't wanna move, she had to push up on her knees. Sighing as she shrugged, she ran her hands up his chest, combing her fingers through his hair once more. "Pillow mints? Look at you, mister penthouse, sooooo fancy." She teased, leaning forward to press a small kiss beside his ear, "I'll stay, you don't gotta come up with reasons, I know I'm great company."

Sam yelped at the hit, the sound quickly shifting into deep laughter. "That's the thanks I get for puttin' aside my work to blow your back out? Disrespectful. Sure, you're great company but my chest and scalp can only take so much scratchin' and smackin'." Despite his protests, he welcomed the kiss with a low hum. "Gotta treat my guests right." He felt the twinge and knew he had to move, following Dani's lead and shifting her a little more, lifting her easily to the side as he slipped off the couch. His legs only felt a little rubbery when he was fully standing and he pushed a hand through his hand. "I'm gonna go clean up. There's some t-shirts in the third dresser drawer in my room if you wanna change." With that, he headed to the bathroom, making sure to grab his sweatpants on the walk to dispose of the condom.

Dani laughed under her breath at his yelp, shaking her head as she looked at him, "Oh, cry me a river you big baby." She said before feeling a blush creep up her neck when he talked about blowing her back out, rolling her eyes for good measure, "Putting aside your work? Oh please, like it was much of a struggle when you saw me looking like a ten course meal. But I'll be gentle, I pinky promise." She said, wiggling her pinky in front of her face before smiling against his cheek where she pressed another quick kiss, nodding as he spoke, "Sweet boy." She hummed, rolling onto the couch as she watched him get up, drinking him in appreciation in post sex glow, "Perfect, sounds good. I'm gonna raid your pantry too, thanks!" She called after him, pushing herself up with a huff before padding into his room, finding some comic graphic t-shirt and slipping it on quickly and tying her hair up messy on top of her head. Pausing, she walked back into the living room, only to pause for a moment when she saw one of his art pieces in the corner and walking over to it, eyes raking over the piece because.....it was amazing. A small smile spread onto her lips as she took it in for a moment, the only other time she'd seen anything was for a split second but this was beyond comparison. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she kept that smile to herself as she traced the top with the tip of her finger, ignoring the dull ache in her inner thighs.

Sam didn't take long in the bathroom, washing up quickly and tugging on his sweatpants. He peered into his room and found it empty, but remembered Dani mentioned something about food and he shook his head with a smile while heading down the hallway, back to the living room. Between his friends and his brother, he was gonna be living at the grocery store. "There's some Doritos in the cabinet if you're hungry...oh." He found Dani, sporting his Hellboy t-shirt and peering at piece near the large, high windows, and his initial surprise to see her not raiding his pantry and doing this instead gave way to slight embarrassment. "That's uh, not finished yet," he told her, ears warm because despite everything he was still a little self-conscious about people seeing his work, or the process of it, at least. The piece, was one he'd promised for Audrey and it was weird to be happy about an actual commission, even if it was for a friend. But it was something. "I'll probably finish it soon, though. You still hungry?"

Dani was almost lost looking at the piece, noting the colors and the technique that wasn't just taught, it was straight skill and passion and it only made her appreciate him more and fall more into this seemingly buried crush on him. Hearing him speak as he entered the room, she froze and slowly glanced over her shoulder, praying that she wasn't overstepping her boundaries, "Sorry I was just…" Trailing off, she motioned towards the piece sheepishly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear as she heard him speak. It had to have been one of the first time he didn't have that confident air about him, almost nervous and shy, and she raised her brows as she quickly and frantically shook her head, messy bun moving along with every motion. "Oh my gosh, not finish? Sam, it looks fucking amazing. Like, not even trying to gas you up...it's stunning." Dani said, voice honest and clear as she glanced back at it, nodding her head as she smiled, "You're talented as hell, babe. Really, I didn't even know you were this good. I can't wait to see the finished product." She explained as she pursed her lips together, bare feet padding across the floor before coming toe to toe with the tall male, grinning up at him, "I'm always hungry, by the way."

Sam shook his head; he was caught off guard but appreciated Dani's genuine compliments all the time. "Thanks," he replied sincerely, flashing her a brief smile. The tips of his ears still felt hot, but he shook it off and reached for Dani's hand, tugging her towards the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for? I've got fruit...some cherries and peaches. Might be a little yogurt and granola too...or chips if you ain't in the mood for that 'healthy shit' as my brother calls it." He laughed at that. "I guess if you wanted something quick, I could make it? Like an omelette or grilled cheese...I don't know, I feel like I'm rambling. But yeah, lots of option in this late hour."

Dani hummed under her breath as she slowly walked away from the painting, glancing over her shoulder at it once more before reaching him, "You're welcome, I meant it." She said softly, squeezing his hand as she followed behind him into the kitchen. "Are you offering to cook for me? Shirtless? In GLASSES? Aren't I the luckiest girl in all of California?" She joked, leaning back against the counter, not letting go of his hand as she swung their hands together, tilting her head to the side, "Show me what you got and maybe I'll cook something for you one day."

Sam offered her another small smile. "I know you did." He gave her hand a small squeeze, laughing a little at her teasing before loosening their grasp and making a beeline for the fridge. "I guess it's the least I can do, since you popped up here at the thirst hour, and all. I'm pretty sure whatever I make for you now's gonna be real basic compared to what I normally do but it's late so..." Out of the fridge came the fixings for an omelette, because it was simple but not so much like a damn grilled cheese which anybody could make. "Yeah, I chop veggies in advance" he told her, pulling out a ziploc bag filled with colorful slices of peppers. The vibrant green, red, yellow blend went into one bowl while he pulled out a pan and heated it on the stove, adding a pat of butter to the non-stick top. "These were supposed to be for my breakfast tomorrow morning but I guess I can share." Sam cracked three eggs in a separate bowl, adding some seasoning and whisking it up. It was an easy rhythm, and breakfast foods were among his favorite to make especially since it was near impossible to mess up. To the eggs, the peppers and shredded cheese were added before everything went into the pan and maybe he was showing off a little with the way he flicked his wrist to shift the pan so everything was in an even layer to cook until he could gently fold it. And while Dani's omelette was finishing up, he washed some cherries in a bowl. "Ta-da!" The omelette was plated and he presented it with a flourish and a fork, passing both to her with a little bow. "Your late night snack, makin' you a snack."

Dani just nodded as she felt the squeeze to her hand, pouting as his hand was taken from her but it quickly washed away to another grin as he spoke. "Oh, I know, life is sooooo hard." Dani said dramatically, pushing herself to sit on the edge of the counter, close enough to watch him go to work. A fond smile melting onto her face as she giggled, "Veggies? How precious." She sing-songed as she leaned against the cabinets behind her head, and all she did was watch him as he prepped and got everything ready, teeth busying themselves with nibbling on her kiss swollen lips. She had to say, he was checking off pretty much every dream guy box in her head, the way the dim light hit the curve of his bicep as he whisked the eggs around, the way his sweats hung low on his hips and the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose....it blew her mind that he was even real in the first place. Blinking a few times, she realized she was probably staring like some puppy dog and rolled her shoulders back before laughing under her breath, "Well thank you, I worked up a fair enough appetite so....I think I deserve a nice little meal." She hummed, and soon enough he handed the plate over with a very nice looking omelette prepared, "I gotta say, I'm impressed. Is there anything you can't do, Sammy?" She teased before humming, grabbing him by the waistband with her free hand to pull him closer, soft smile curling on her full lips as she looked over his face with kind eyes. It wasn't a sexual move, she just wanted him close, and she tilted her chin up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "Thank you though, you're sweet." She murmured against his mouth before smiling, planting another before leaning back and taking a stab at the food.

Sam shrugged a little but grinned when Dani tugged him closer, glad she was pleased with the visual of the omelette (and of him making it) and hoping she enjoyed eating it as well. "I never learned how to properly fold fitted sheets, but fuck it, they're going back on the bed anyway." He accepted the kisses with a low hum, and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "No problem, sugar. You caught me in a chef mood. Can't say it'll happen again. Next time you show up only wantin' me for my body I'm gonna give you a pack of fruit snacks afterwards and send you on your way." Sam left the egg to her and hopped atop the counter, sitting beside the bowl of cherries and popping one into his mouth.

Dani let her hands rest on the smooth surface of his waist as she glanced up at him, tilting her head to the side before raising her brows, "You monster." She whispered before giving him that kiss, laughing a little as she lightly pressed her palm to his chest, giving him the weakest shrug because she didn't want him to go too far. "I caught you in several great moods and you caught me in a bad one, which is now turned around for sure." She noted before gasping and giving him a small smack to the shoulder, not hard enough for pain but enough to show her offense, "I don't come over here just for your body, ya know? You're nice to be around. And now, this...." Motioning to the omlette before taking another bit, "You're gonna be stuck with me, sorry about that." Her voice got a little softer as she glanced down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and taking another bite, short legs lightly kicking and reaching no where near the ground.

Sam pretended to glare when she smacked him, but it quickly gave way to deep laughter. "No need for the chest punches when you're already always smackin' the hell outta me, I guess." Much as he enjoyed giving her a hard time, he did enjoy hanging around her too. "For the record, I'd be fine if it were just a body call...or booty call. But 'nice to be around' is good too. And it's good, you're out that funk too. Good sex and good food, it definitely helps." He ate a few more cherries, content to enjoy their little hangout on the counter, despite the tiredness in his body that reminded him of the late hour. The yawn slipped out before he could stifle it and covered his mouth. "I feel like my gran would judge my whole life but I'm gonna leave those dishes til tomorrow...well, later today, I guess. That's probably another thing I can't do. Well, can, but really really dislike. Washing the dishes is the worst."

Dani always appreciated laughter, much like attention, she thrived off it and Sam gave it to her ten fold. "Oh, no, those will come but when you least expect them so you're huge ass self can't stop me." She noted with a smirk, nudging him as she chewed on her food, and she felt entirely comfortable. Sam was always great company, and she knew that maybe she enjoyed spending time with him a bit too much, but she did like being around him and she wasn't going to self sabotage herself. "I'm being honest, and while you are a mind-blowing booty call...just hanging out with you makes me feel a bit better, it's just nice to have somebody to hang with like this. While not getting laid as scheduled was enough to drive me into some sexual outrage, it also made me feel like...I don't know, like I'm forgettable..." Taking a deep breath, she knew she was rambling because she was tired,, but getting it off her chest felt nice, "And the fact you were here for me, really it means a lot to me." She admitted, offering a sheepish smile as she took another bite of her omelette and she laughed under her breath, "Nothing wrong with that, we're grown ass adults after all, dishes will still be there tomorrow." She said easily, taking her final bite and leaning over to put it into the sink near her, and she crossed her ankles as she sat back straight, "I don't know anyone who enjoys washing dishes, so you aren't alone in that one."

Sam listened as Dani spoke, noting the way her voice turned softer and quieter on that 'forgettable' and he frowned a little at the thought of something that, albeit was annoying and careless could throw her that far off her game. And he realized, even from her body language that sharing the little bit of information took a lot for her, the vulnerability palpable beneath her smiley bravado and allure and he was glad she was able to find that comfort in revealing it to him. He was quiet as she finished up her omelette and waited until she put the plate in the sink before reaching for her hand, letting long fingers slip easily through her smaller, slender pair before lifting their joined hands to his lips and brushing a kiss to her knuckles. "If you need a reminder on how not-forgettable you are, I got you." He really wasn't sure what to say outside of that and hoped the small gesture conveyed the thoughts his sleepy brain was trying to form. "You're a great friend. I'll put it on a damn billboard if I got to. But, tomorrow, maybe. After I do the dishes, at least." He laughed at that and gave her hand a small squeeze. "It might be sleep time 'cause I'm about three minutes away from making this counter my new bed and I don't think it's big enough for the both of us." Sam hopped down and turned to help Dani from the edge. "You spending the night or plannin' to eat and run?"

Dani seemed to always feel more open when she was drunk, high, or half awake. And right now, she was half asleep and had her fair share of wine before popping up here, but at the same time she felt like she could talk to him. She was seeking validation, a sign that she wasn't easy to forget, that's why she had to work her ass off half the time in a world where fans could turn on you any second. She needed to be told she was important, or else her brain would convince her otherwise. Lost in her own thoughts, she snapped out of it when she felt his hand grab for hers, eyes trailing up as he pulled their intertwined fingers up to his plush lips to lay a gentle kiss. God damnit, she could feel that blush creeping up her neck as she felt a soft smile twitch on her lips as she scooted closer to him and nodded, "Thank you." She practically whispered, her voice small for a moment and as genuine as ever, because she'd never understand how she got in this position with someone like him but she wasn't going to question it now. Laughing under her breath once more, she nodded, "Yeah, probably best to wait a bit on that, don't gotta go around proclaiming how much you adore me." She joked as she walked him slide off the counter, scooting to the edge as she let him help her down onto the ground, tilting her head to the side as she glanced towards his bedroom, "I guess I can stay the night, I'll try not to back this ass up on you but I'm not held responsible for where it goes when I pass out."

Sam shot her a knowing look, head already shaking with disapproval. "You are still responsible, that doesn't excuse it. Like you're still in charge of all that ass, you know what you're doing." Still, despite the protests he was already leading the way down the hall and towards the bedroom. "You're lucky I'm tired enough that I don't have time to point out how all of it's your fault." There was more grumbling when he turned down the covers and hopped in on his side, head hitting the pillow and despite all that complaining, he still made room for Dani to move next to him if she wanted.

Dani rolled her eyes and let out a laugh, "Fine, either you’re the little spoon or I'll figure out something else." She said with a shrug as she followed behind him as he led the way to his room, and she stretched her arms up over her head, yawning as she tilted her head to the side. "All my fault, what are you talking about, crazy boy?" She asked, watching him hop into the bed before padding across the room and crawling up onto the large bed, making her way over to him and grinning. "C'mere." She said softly, sliding up to let his head rest against her chest if he wanted, all she wanted now was to hold someone, and Sam was that perfect someone considering he was arms reach.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "You know what I'm talkin' about. Finding any way to push up on me, I see you." But really, he didn't mind it at all. Evidently so since turned off the lamp on the nightstand and shifted on the bed so that he easily settled into Dani's open arms, wrapping one around her middle and while his head rested comfortably against her chest. "You just wanted to play in my hair, didn't you" he asked, barely getting the question out around a yawn and his eyes were already drifting shut.

Dani couldn't help the small smile that spread across her lips, "I don't think it's as awful as you're pretending for it to be, you could have way bigger issues in your life...no pun intended." She said with a little wiggle of her brows before she watched him lean over and turn off the lights, leaving them in a comfortable darkness as she felt him curl his arm around her waist and rest his head on her chest. "I mean, I could totally not if it's such a big inconvenience for you?" She teased, pressing a little kiss to the top of his head as she settled comfortably back into the pillows, closing her eyes and running her fingers along the curve of his shoulders.

Sam snorted, the sound muffled by the fact that he was face down, but he was sure Dani felt his laughter. Eyes still shut he brushed his lips to her skin. "Yeah yeah yeah, get to gettin' in my hair, please and thank you." Tired as he was, he was already falling asleep but suddenly remembered he was still wearing his glasses, so with a soft curse he got up, turning towards the table that held the lamp to put his glasses down before returning to Dani's embrace. "That would've been bad," he told her around another yawn. "Losing my glasses in bed is so damn annoying." Moving did allow him to place her hand right where he wanted, at the crown of his head while he fell back into position, eyes already shut before his arm curled around her middle again. "G'night, sugar."

Dani felt the way his body shook from that deep rumble of laughter, making her unable to stop the contagious feeling to laugh alongside him, and she listened to him speak with the comforting brush of his lips along her collarbone. "That's exactly what I thought, Rapunzel." She joked, hearing him swear under his breath before shifting to take off his glasses, making her laugh as he seemingly fell right into place for her to play with his hair. "Right, right...." She said softly, leaning her head back as he curled back up into her frame, and she relaxed in his hold as she felt the soft and slow breathing of his large frame, "Goodnight." Dani murmured, unable to wipe that soft smile off her lips as she fluttered her eyes closed.

[truly-madly-surely-deeply]

Call out post:

aight bad boys it's march first and it's cheese therefore time to give a list of why i love my girlfriend! @fuckboy-and-the-invisible-girl - she is the strongest person i've ever met - she's such a caring and loving human being. such a mom friend - she talks with her hands and it's adorable, i can tell when she's excited by the positioning and use of her hands - also: she has gorgeous hands i just wanna hold them forever - literal ray of sunshine - always knows how to make me smile - she herself has the most beautiful smile, literally lights up my entire day - she's fuckin hilarious. an absolute riot. honestly her sense of humour clicks so nicely with mine. i love it - she's so curious and intelligent, like, god damn. that girl picks things up super quickly and manages to make them her own. - she's so supportive (again, mom vibe) - she has amazing taste (her outfits are always 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻, the music she listens to is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻, the things she likes, 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 she's just. such a good) - time to get physical: literally most beautiful girl i've ever seen. - literally. - she's got the most beautiful features (i especially love her cheeks they're the cutest and they need many kisses) - perfect shaped lips??? like??? when they were coming up for the word for lips they saw hers and were like 'ya those things. Lips.' - her hair is so dark and poofy and i love it. 10/10 would run my fingers thru it - her body is like 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 - literally got me dreaming abt it - ok physical over - she's so got damn talented - like fuck - she sings and i melt - and that's not just cause i love her but like. she's incredible. the power she can bring in one song murders me - also crazy talented actor???? like???? - literally? she's just perfect and i love her I love her on her bad days, i love her on her good days. i love her on her numb days and her manic days and all her days, i love her. she's my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

[sharkmiaau]

Fallin' in love with you

Title: fallin in love with you Paring: Minicat Word count: ???? FLUFF! A/n not my first time doing this pair but this is kind of an au for this pair, it kinda just popped into my mind. Where both craig and Tyler just kinda know each other since childhood, and Tyler was always with Craig cause his mom was kinda going south leaving no time with her son so he asked his old friend or Craig's mom to take care of him until one day they moved back to Indiana and craig almost forgot about his childhood friend since when they moved at the time craig was 9 and so on and so forth, so let me stop here and let you read it for yourself, enjoy ^^ ------------ "Mommy!" A small child said to the mother, "Yes, Craig?" "Tyler is here!" The small 9 year old said and drags a slightly older kid inside the kitchen. "Hi, Mrs. Thompson" the 12 year old said and the woman gasped, "oh my Tyler! You got here early!" "My mom told me to leave early since she has visits" Tyler explained and the woman's surprised face expression dropped into a sad frown. "Im so sorry child...here go upstairs with Craig and play some games" "Okay" Tyler said and craig pulls Tyler towards the stairs. "Play fair Craig!" The woman said and tyler laughs while Craig grumbled a 'Yea i know mom' Later that day at 10 pm at night, the door opened to reveal a woman with bags under her eyes and messy hair. "Hello? Cristina?" The woman asked. Craig's mom goes running and angrily scowls at the other woman, "Didn't even give your son a ride here?" "Im sorry crissy...." "What now? His sleeping" crissy said to her old friend and she sighs, "we're moving back to Indiana...." Craig's mom gasped and hugs her old friend, "That's gonna destroy both Tyler and craig..." "It hurts me too crissy...." "Im so sorry Jessica-" "Don't....I just need my kid...." Craig's mom let's go of tyler's mom and she looks deeply into her friends blue eyes, "right now? Your leaving now?" "Yes..." - couple of years later. Craig was 21 and he had made the decision of moving to America in Los Angeles. His friend at 9 year old has vanished out of his head at 15. He was big and had a whole life planned ahead of himself. After finishing collage he moved and lived a happy life over in America. - A knock was heard on Craig's mom's door. "Going!" The woman yelled and slowly makes her way towards the door. She opened it and revealed a tall younge man, blue eyes and brown hair. "May I help you?" "Uh...Mrs. Thompson?" "Yes that's me" The man sighs and smiles widely, "it's me...Tyler" - "Mom I'm at the airport" "Good, just look for a tall younge man" "Umm...okay? Who is he?" "You'll know when you see him" "Tall....younge-" Someone taps Craig on the shoulder and craig turns around. Both males make eye contact and craig softly whispered to his mom, "does he have blue eyes?" Craig ask and the mom laughs, "That's him" "Hey Craig" Soon a flashback of a blurry face hit him and tears swelled in the man's eyes. "Craig?" The mom ask and the call was soon over. Craig puts his phone back in his pocket and just looks over at the man infront of him. "Is...are...-" "Are you gonna come over here and hug me or keep looking like an idiot?" The man said and craig hugs the taller man. "Tyler....oh fuck dude...." "Hello mini" "Dude...fuck me your tall!" Craig said as he pulls away. "Chill I'm like 5 inches taller then you" "In 6 foot" "6 foot 5, baby" Tyler said proudly and craig laughs. "Guess thinks never change..." "I'll always be taller then you bitch" - Craig's green eyes scan over Tyler once again as he washes the dishes. "Like dat ass?" Tyler teased and craig blushes while laughing, "It's not 'that ass' It's Dat ass~" Craig said in a weird voice and Tyler laughs. "Im kicking Scott's ass in Mario cart" Tyler said as he sits down on the couch. "Haven't seen Scotty in years" "No shit" "Hmm" "Criag can you pass me- TAKE THAT YOU WOODY BITCH!" Tyler yelled and craig flinched, soon another flashback hit Craig. Play nice A glass cup slips out of Craig's grip and it shatters in the sink. "Craig!?" Loud thumps were heard and Craig cursed under his breath and tries to clean the glass but ends up cutting his finger. He flinches and Tyler comes in with a worried expression. "Craig? Oh my God your bleeding- dude what happened?" Tyler said as he walks over and sees the shattered glass, "you dumbass" "Sorry" Craig said and shuts off the water. "Be careful. Here let me get the first aid kit" "In the bathroom" "Got it" After a few minutes pass, Tyler comes back and cleans the cut. "Dumbass, what happened?" "It slipped....I was thinking..." "Of what?" "Of a memory" Tyler stops and looks at Craig. "Which one?" "I remember my mom yelling from downstairs to play nice...." Tyler flinched and laughs at the memory, "oh yeah! Me and you were fuckin reckless...." "I got my potty mouth from you" Craig said and tyler pouts, "Don't blame everything on me!" - Tyler dragged Craig into the sofa and they sit down, he told Scotty he had to go and Scotty says goodbye to both males. After they put some tunes on, Tyler looked back at Craig and smiled. "Wanna continue remembering?" "Yea...some memories are fuzzy but I'm sure you remember" "Yea...lots of them" "Tell me some" Tyler thinks and smiles softly without noticing, "Remember the time were you locked your brother in the closet for accident and couldn't let him out until your dad got back?" "Yea...we made new once now..." "Poor dude" "I almost killed him" "Jesus christ" "He got in one of my dad's old luggages and we threw him in the pool and all I remember him scream 'the water is getting in' and both me and a friend of ours had to jump in to the pool to get him out!" "Fuck dude! For a second I thought you did kill him!" "Nah, but thinking back to it...it's funny but back in the day was scarry!" "What happened to the other Craig?" "He finished collage with me and got a job at subway anyway" "Haha! Fuckin sucks to be him!" Craig laughs and shakes his head, "must be hell..." "Do you remember the promise we made?" "Promise?" Tyler nods and Criag frowns, "no...." "You were too small....but I remember" "What was that promise?" "When you where 6 you told your mom that you were gonna marry me" Craig tensed up and blushed, "what really?" "Yea, and you said all types of weird shit but I agreed....but not the part where you told your mom that we were gonna do the 'tango naked' oh man....the look in your mom's face was priceless...." "Oh my god your lying!" "No! I'm being serious! You can confirm that with your mom if you like!" "I don't want to remind her of that!" Both males laugh and Tyler scoots closer, Craig of course noticed but didn't say anything, he just wanted to play it cool. "I had to come back to look for you...." "Why?....it's been years...." "I couldn't let go of you....your memories kept me going....and I continued to live off with my mom and her new boyfriend until I was 20 because....things were hard. Harder then before" "I can imagen..." "I couldn't keep you off my mind...I needed to see you again and...seeing you without that mop on your head anymore cot me off guard..." Tyler said as he ran his hands thru his own hair. "How did-" "Im 24 Craig...I think I'm more then capable of going anywhere at this point" Craig doesn't say anything and then he feels tyler's hand on his own. Craig looked up at tyler's icy blue eyes and he holds his breathe in. "I came back to you because I wanted to keep that promise" Tyler said to the shorter male and he leans closer. "T-tyler...." Craig whispered and he leans back as Tyler gets closer. Craig was trapped and Tyler just continues to lean in as Craig's heart goes crazy. His heart beat was so loud and fast, it felt like it was gonna explode out of his chest. "Do you want me here at all? Do you even want that promise to happen?" Tyler whispered into Craig's ear and he shutters. Does he? "I do..." He whispered and Tyler smiled. "Prove that you do" "H-...huh?" "Show me that you still want me like I want you" In a daze craig continued to stare until his body pushes up and he meets tyler's lips. Tyler was shocked at first but kisses back anyways. "Do you even know the promise?" "To marry you?" "Maybe" "Maybe?" Tyler laughs and craig watches in confusion how his old childhood friend laughs. "Im so lost...." "I was lying about the promise but not about the marrying part, I was gonna tease you about you liking boys but.....I'm not complaining that you kissed me" Tyler said in a wink and Craig's skin flushes. "WHY! YOU LITTLE PRICK!" Craig jumps on tyler's and straddles him to pin his arms down. "So demanding~" "BITCH! Dem-....demanding?" Craig asked and Tyler uses his eyes to tell him that he was sitting right on top of his belt and craig flushes as he tries to get up but Tyler keeps him down and mini falls forward and lands on tyler's lips. Craig's eyes fluttered shut but he struggled to move away. "It's all part of my plan" Tyler said as he pulls away. "P-plan? Tyler nods and craig shoots him a lost stare. "I plan to make you fall in love with me....so far I think it's working" "....."  Craig blushes and pulls Tyler up to hug him. Butterflies fly around inside his stomach and craig mumbles into tyler's neck, "I think it's working too..."

[gulescamisade]

Minnesota:  Day 7

[At some point during the night, or day -- it'd be indistinguishable to jake -- a voice speaks to him over an intercom.] ????: hey jami 2.0 u think u can do that pumpkin trick again?

JAKE: -snoring in a bed made of pumpkin patch on the ground. As an unfamiliar voice echoes overhead, he snorts awake. Jolting upwards with leaves in his hair. Also accidentally summoning 3 more pumpkins as he had fallen asleep practicing and all.-

JAKE: Hoosit?? -blink blink. He's AWAKE.-

????: eelmao

????: conchgrats buoy u did it

????: cept i kno u aint even got a grip on whatebber the fuck u doin

????: but i dont need u to

JAKE: -sitting there mouthing the words like eel-aye-em-oh and squinting. He feels... inexplicably chilled to the bone.-

JAKE: (Doh... now i have a bad feeling about this.)

JAKE: I dont suppose... this is all to do with a ploy to get some unmentionable dirty work dished out and done with? But why speak to me now?? Are you to level with me in some sense of the word???

JAKE: Why drag it out like this??? If you could do anything. Why not make me a mindless drone like dear sweet jade and jane?????

)(IC: cuz i dont wanna fuck w u small fry

)(IC: the gills are smart

)(IC: they aint barely need no direction

)(IC: give em a goal and they on cuz they know what the fuck is up

)(IC: u tho? alwaves wadin thru ur lil guppy emoceans

)(IC: makin some dumb ass pumpkins grow

)(IC: the fuck even is that

)(IC: do u even know what yoar capable of sonfish

JAKE: -takes the deepest breath of his life, his heart thudding like an iron clad weight. He can't see her face, he only knows her voice is there. Green eyes wide and fearful as he slowly rises to stand.- Im...

JAKE: I know somehow. Some way.

JAKE: Maybe it wont happen today or tomorrow. But my capabilities say that you are going to pay one pretty penny for the horrible things youve done.

JAKE: Mark my words. Its not me who should be afraid when at the end of all of this... -His face is now screwing up, visualizing everyone this war has ruined. Their wishes, hopes, dreams. The energy seems to charge in his veins, making the air around him hot enough that the pumpkin vines at his feet begin to shrivel.- At the end of all of this....

JAKE: Youre just going to be a scary story people tell their kiddos at night!!!!! A LAUGHING STOCK. HAH. Worse than me and ive never had a dignified moment in my fucking life!!!! And not a SOUL is going to be sorry youre GONE.

JAKE: SO FUCK WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE IN STORE FOR ME YOU FISH FRIED CURISH VARLOT!!!! FUCK IT THIS WAY AND TO HIGH HELL WHEN ITS WHAT I HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU THATLL BE WHATS FUCKING WHAT.

JAKE: Ill do it for jade! And jane and grandma and--- EVERYONE. Everyone youve fucking ruined with your vile reign of TYRANNY!!!!!! -This FIELD around Jake cannot be contained in this box of a room. Hell. The metal walls are beginning to bend with just these few seconds of intensity. Somebody do somethin'.-

)(IC: -LOW WHISTLE into her mic. she doesn't sound perturbed by his threats, or even by the damage he's doing. there's always more rooms she can put him in... maybe even make his lil friend roxy make him a nice box to hide in. she's definitely got more focus then this one...-

)(IC: im all aboat that reel glowy shit u got goin there

)(IC: but i know i can werk it betta

)(IC: anywave im board and i got shit to do

)(IC: goodnight BITC)(

[SNOP. Unfortunately for Jake, repressing magical/emotional outbursts is easy when she has the concentrated abilities of a cerulean at her disposal. But fortunately for him, she can only really put him to sleep, being a human and all... Also fortunately for him, she has the attention span of a gold fish and intends to let him dangle a little bit longer before experimenting on him as she intends to... Or maybe she's just having fun with him. Who knows.]

JAKE: -A lot of fortunates and a lot of unfortunates. It's always the seed of belief that matters.-

JAKE: -Passes clean out in the center of his cell, totally ready to write this off as some kind of fever dream... if it's not for the melty edges of the walls around him. This was exciting as it was frustrating.-

---

[Today when Jake wakes up, he will find himself redressed in tiny red shorts, red suspenders, and a big red bow tie. ur whalecum jami 2.0 ]

JAKE: -stirs awake before promptly looking down at himself.- ................................... SON OF A BITCH.

ROXY: =She couldn't help but to notice that Jake had gone missing. Which is unsettling for many reasons so she's taking a leap and exploring more even without the invisibility cloak from the void. Roxy blips out of her room, landing in the hallway and silently makes her way down it. Time to snoop!=

[It's quiet in these holding chambers with Jake and the Cherubs gone, leaving on Roxy and James who is presumably still keeping silent. At the end of the hall there is a door, and she'll find it isn't locked.](edited)

ROXY: =WHERES CALLI YOU MONSTERS?? SHE'LL FIND YA CALLI. She opens the door slowly and peeps in... if the coast is clear here comes a stinky, sweaty escaped prisoner. Where's your information?=

[The door opens up to an open room, on either side there are windows show casing labratories of some kind. It isn't entirely clear what kind of work is being done in them from where Roxy is standing. At the end of the room there's another door, but shee can also see more doors inside the labs.]

ROXY: =Hm.... can she see computers in there? She decides to get close to one window and peer in. Nerds might be at work in there...=

[There's definitely computers and lots of mechanical equipment and various tech projects half completed on the tables. The lights are low right now so there doesn't seem to be anybody working at this time.]

ROXY: =SCORE. She doesn't want to waste all her gas there has to be a way to get in there..... maybe this door at the end of the room will get her where she's going. Quietly scampers=

[This door is also open, CONVENIENTLY. It leads to another hall, and to either side of where Roxy stands are, presumably, the doors to the labs.]

ROXY: =BITCHIN, HERE COMES HER. Lab number one she's gonna prob ya! KICKS DOWN THE DOOR..... quietly. With her hand=

[As she enters, the lights TURN ON!! And that's about the extend of what happens there. She'll see all the computers have aquarium screen savers but all the fish are glittery and/or have blingee'd accessories like gold chains and shutter shades.]

ROXY: 😒

ROXY: =This is a lab so she sprays disinfectant on the computer before goin to HACK=

[It just so happens that whoever used this computer last forgot to log out of their account... They have photoshop open and there are photos of Jake. He's in red booty shorts and suspenders and he's lookin' like D8< but whoever was doing this photoshop job is trying to make him look a little happier... Like he's cheering instead of like he's about to punch the photographer in the face.]

ROXY: =Oh well shit..... oh. Well.. she. Snrk. Sorry but also ok. Where was this taken? Does it say anything about that? WHERE'S JAKE YOU COMPUTER=

[Without much looking she will first find a folder full of unedited photos of Jake from his new cell. Dank and dreary, much worse then the cells they were in before. Only a bed and a medical tray table. Another folder with the edited photos reveals these are being used for magazine covers and spreads. It seems Jake is being used as Crocker Corps POSTER BOY. Look at this well fed and obedient (?) human.]

ROXY: =OH HOW DARE!? Are there any OTHER people here computer? Like Dirk or Mom or ANYONE ELSE? WHO ALL AM HERE?=

[The computer thinks Roxy expects too much from it. At least from this account on the server. It's only been used by a humble tech intern who edits pictures in photoshop. His name is Maxwell.]

ROXY: =What a fuckin nerd Maxwell is can she HACK to find out... or would that take too much time.... it probably would so she legs it to the other lab=

[The other lab has lots of cabinets and coolers containing samples of various things... Some of which she might recognize as GLOWING MUSHROOMS and ARTIFICIAL SWEETENER. The kind of research they do in here might be a little more obvious...]

ROXY: =Finally putting Sweet-n-low out of business she sees, good. But she's scrunching up her nose and looking for anything useful or recent? =

[Or perhaps they were behind the Sweet-n-Low game all along! In any case, if she dares to try confiscate some of the mushrooms or any of the extracts lying around, she might be able to try using it for its hypnotic properties. Otherwise, there's mostly just experiments with food and chemicals being done in this lab. Sadly no clues of friends.]

ROXY: =God dammit. Well shucks she blows this popsicle stand and goes on a hunt for Jakey boy or Calliope!=

[Back in the hall, on the other side there's yet another door but it's more heavily sealed then the others with some kind of keycard lock, but with little indication of what's on the other side. At the very end of the hall is an elevator, also requiring keycard access to use.]

ROXY: =this might be where its unavoidable. UNA-VOID-ABLE. She bets this heavily sealed door is something GOOD. She's going to take a quick peek in there if she can poof in!=

[There's a growling around these hallways... sounds like something or someone might be prowling around.]

[The room Roxy has poofed into seems to be some kind of observation room. There's a couple screens on one wall with a panel beneath -- one screen is showing the room Jake is being held in (where he's either sleeping among his pumpkin patch or being rowdy...) while the other screen is shut off.]

ROXY: =zoinks! Growls are bad news. She hurries and tries to see if she can turn on the other screen or find where exactly the room holding Jake is? GO GO GADGET STUBBY FINGERS=

[MAIN SCREEN TURN ON. She manages to get the other screen running, but it's only showing an empty room with a bed... With unsettling stains of red and green on the sheets.]

ROXY: ..... =Bruh tf?? She squints and that can only mean bad news. Does it say where these cameras ARE? She should make her way downtown and quickly!=

JADE: -zaps into the room- BARK!!!

ROXY: !!! =JUMPS= FUCKIN'--- oop.....

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ROXY: this isnt the bathroom wtf

JADE: -LUNGES AT HER!!!-(edited)

ROXY: !! =BLIPS, or tries to back for the door. tHESE ARE SOME STRESSFUL SECONDS IN THE VOID=

JADE: -gdi. She claws around the empty space, growling.- ill find you!!!

ROXY: =She pops on the other side of the door really and is booking it down the hall, back the way she came. NAH. NNNNNAAAAAHHHHH=

JADE: -there's the sound of BOOFing and scrambling feet behind her-

ROXY: =fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, what to do, gotta think gotta think gotta think. Where can she hide? She doesn't KNOW this place. UUGHHHHHHHH! She's doing her BEST here just, SLAPS a pen holder off a desk she runs by FUCK THIS SHIT, YEET!=

JADE: -BORK BORK BORK BORK!! The pen holder jostles her, but not enough to stop her. RIP pen assortment...-

ROXY: =Can she.... throw a stick??? BLIP, pops a stick into existence. A SNAUSAGE STICK chucks it down the opposite hall= FETCh!

JADE: -DAMN IT. HER WEAKNESS.-

JADE: -stops and grrs... her programming is conflicted-

ROXY: =Oh shit..... CHUCKS ANOTHER ONE= go on girl! tasty tasty!!

JADE: grrr... JADE: -RUNS AFTER IT-

JADE: -but a few moments later, she zaps in front of Roxy with a snausage in her mouth, grabbing onto her and zapping again back into her cell-

ROXY: =Fuckin!! YES OK. SO..... she can't find Jake like this or Callie.... what to do.... what to do....UGHHHHGHGH. Just hides in a little corridor while trying to think. She doesn't even know if anyone else is here but now she's doubting it? AUGH. Okay, okay okay... think. Gotta think. Where can she hide? UUUGGGH--= ACK! =DOOF. Deposited on her face in the cell, gdi=