#it was funner than i expected

[pinemartenstudios]

Chapter 5, aka THE FINALE, is out! If you have read the story til the end I hope you liked it ^^

[warlordfelwinter]

i was lightly challenged by a friend to make this after that post about the classic romance novel covers was going around

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay i just marathoned the entirety of ATLA live action & i might do an actual review of it explaining my thoughts more in depth, but the TLDR version basically boils down to this:

if you want to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, just go watch the 2005 cartoon

[bykalopsia]

faiz 41-50 notes + final thoughts

(also like w/ ryuki i'll watch the supplementary movies when i feel like it i'm faized out)

faiz is a Show.

surprisingly came out of this show as a Kusaka Understander. not apologist i think he's a fucking asshole but if i think like any amount of hard about the ryusei kids and kusaka's specific position within that whole mess i get a bit Miserable. so tbh i get it.

also when i sincerely look at myself this is actually not surprising. it's actually more surprising i like takumi so much i legitimately can't remember the last time my favorite character in anything was the actual protagonist. like i'm the master of Glup Shitto-ism this is terrible for my rep.

so far both of the inoue shows i've watched have followed a similar-ish pattern of slow start, really strong middle episodes that do a lot for character building but don't fit within a conflict structure that is conducive to a finale (ex. agito sticking to either fighting regular lords or each other while the overlord and the apostle piddle around in his hospital room / while lucky clover throwing Every Orphnoch In Tokyo at faiz and co is funny it's not really great for the whole Orphnochs Aren't Ontologically Evil thesis), and then rushed back fifth with hurried plot drops / shit that really should have been seeded beforehand / (ex. Prettyboy Jesus killing massive swathes of humans / the orphnoch king introducing the concept of a higher threat than orphnochs / the idea of orphnochs being terminal)

anyway tldr i think it has pretty much the same structural issues as agito but with a stronger cast / funner general premise for me personally.

the only thing i can think of that doesn't necessarily happen in agito is the large amount of back-fourth focus given to absolute Nothing Characters. given though that faiz (at least seemingly) has a larger cast than agito... it's still bad idk why i'm thinking of making excuses. kaido had potential when he was introduced and was turned into a complete joke for thirty episodes and i'm supposed to take his weird plot with teruo seriously. (notably this plot got better once teruo actually started interacting with characters that didn't have a one-dimensional personality. but it still needed more time in the oven either way whatever). on top of this mihara is such a dogshit tertiary i felt insulted as a viewer whenever the show expected me to give a fuck. his entire deal is "i don't want to fight :( but i guess i will anyways :( even though i'm not providing any new depth or value to the ryusei plot whatsoever :( someone needs to somehow make delta look like a terrible suit... :(" if you don't give that shit back to kitazaki right now djfjfgdfgkd. like it would have been so easy to like give him a plot that introduces hanagata's whole Deal earlier but he literally does NOTHING!!!!!!! how we go from ryou to this i have no clue. like the closest we get to this in agito is omuro being hojo's lackey when he's on his anti-agito bullshit

the stuff with smart brain and the police's orphnoch lab was really interesting. I Wish It Was A Bit Earlier. bc it comes and goes very quick and thus yuka's death and yuji's rejection of humanity also seem very quick because of this.

i'm not going into detail about yuka's death btw all i'm going to say is that inoue should hope we never cross paths. Ever. GET HER AWAY FROM THESE BUMS. ohhhhhh yuka i'm sorry inoue can only handle at maximum two women per series................. (and even then saeko is really a stock-standard femme fatale archetype and mari is arbitrarily limited from using the belts so even then.... lol.... lmao.....)

also i feel i should note this is really the first season where the cgi usage passed the point of "i know its the early 2000s i know it'll look bad" like i fundamentally couldn't understand whether or not people thought stuff like the jetsliger looked good. like at least the cgi hoverbike in agito they had some shame about it. where did that go...

also yuji's death.... i mean it didn't take a rocket scientist to intuit that it was going to happen but like ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH. i get its supposed to be tragic but COME ONNNNNNNN HE CROSSED OVER TO THE SIDE OF HUMANITY.............. AND THEN THEY FRAME THE ENDING SCENE THROUGH THAT HOLE IN THE NET AND HE CAN'T BE THERE AND OUGHHHHHHHHHHH ITS HORRIBLE. i wasn't even that crazy about yuji i'm pissed that this makes me this mad.

okay i feel like i need to talk about the good parts. i'm really bad at talking about the good parts. um. kusaka funny.... takumi and yuji made me want to die..... mari was really cool....lucky clover were really fun..... orphnochs were really cool conceptually even if i think some aspects really needed some more time to cook.... idk. ultimately i think faiz has a lot of really strong building blocks that sometimes aren't in the right order..... or that it just needs better connective tissue...... idk man.

but yeah. i think i enjoyed faiz more than agito. like there are certainly Problems (as you might be able to tell) but overall i had fun even with the stuff that annoyed me. and i was never bored!

now onto blade! i know the general contextless things most people know (bench, various tachibana screencaps, etc) but i am excited!!!

[avis-writeshq]

hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where reader gets drunk and needy for spencer 😭 but he denies (cuz yk shes drunk) and just takes care of him please? thank you!

off my face — spencer reid

summary: “i’m off my face in love with you.” in which reader gets drunk and spencer has to nurse her back to health. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: rated 16+ for allusions to smut, reader gets drunk, reader wears lipstick and a dress, mentions of throwing up [not in detail], spencer being sickeningly perfect, lots of pet names, inspired by that one video of matthew. you know which one i’m talking about. a/n: i er… got carried away because i love this trope 😔 i am in fact obsessed wc: 1.23k

It’s too loud. Granted, it’s a club; it’s supposed to be loud. Spencer cringes a little as the music somehow manages to get even louder and he sips at his coke. He has your purse in his lap and he’s also manning your drink like a guard dog; moving himself to the furthest seat in the booth that is away from the crowd. Your inevitable return is a lot sooner than he expected, and he watches with amusement as you slide into the booth and curl into his side, reaching for your drink. 

“Have fun?” Spencer asks with a soft laugh, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of you head. 

“Mm,” you hum in affirmation, eagerly sipping at the sugary concoction in front of you. “Would’ve been funner with you, baby.”

He laughs louder at that, rolling his eyes teasingly and squeezing at the flesh of your waist. “You know it wouldn’t have been.”

“Bet you’d be real sexy with all that sweat dripping off you,” you coo, your voice sickeningly sweet as your fingers move to toy with the buttons of his shirt. 

Your fingers are wet with the condensation from the chilled glass of your cocktail and they brush against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. A shudder runs down his spine at the contact, and his cheeks grow hot. His hand finds your wrist and he holds it firmly, but not enough to hurt. 

“Don’t,” he says, half jokingly half seriously as he moves his head to track your gaze. “How much have you had to drink, angel?”

You ignore the question, moving your fingers upward to brush against a blooming purple mark near his collar. A pout rests on your lips as you gesture to it, a frown forming on your face. “Who gave this to you?”

He bristles, moving the flap of his collar to cover the bruise. “You did. This morning.”

“Oh yeah!” The smile returns to your face awfully fast and a giggle bubbles up from your throat. “You love me.”

“I do,” he agrees, kissing your head again. 

Your expression is all too gleeful as you move your head just at the right time so that he lips would meet yours. He pulls away after a brief moment, about to say something else, when you effectively cut him off by pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. 

“Angel– sweetheart, you’re very drunk,” he says gently, prying your needy fingers away and holding them firmly in his hand. 

“Nuh uh,” you deny, leaning forward again and kissing his neck right where you left a mark earlier that morning. 

He jolts at the contact, pulling away as pink rises to his cheeks. “We’re not doing this while you’re drunk, honey.”

You blatantly ignore him, maneuvering yourself so that you’s practically half on his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He doesn’t mind the attention, per se. He just feels incredibly guilty about enjoying it when you’re loopy from all the cocktails you have had. You’re pressing kisses against his cheeks while your hands play with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the purple tie you chose earlier that day and there are lipstick stains all over his skin. He’s well aware of it; bright red with a sticky residue and he will forever not understand how you can wear it all the time. 

His tie has come undone entirely and you pull at his shirt to kiss dangerously close to his collarbone. 

“Okay–” he’s flushing scarlet and he doesn’t dare meet the eyes of anyone in the team. “Okay, baby, that’s enough. Let’s get you home.”

“Ooh,” you giggle, wiggling your eyebrows with insinuation.

“You need sleep.” He says it sternly, although you don’t seem to grasp the concept. 

“What kind of sleep?” You ask, winking. 

He shakes his head, amused and exasperated, as he rebuttons his shirt and reties his tie. “The REM kind. Come on, angel. Say good night to your friends.”

You giggle tiredly, waving goodbye to your friends. Penelope looks absolutely hammered, wiggling her eyebrows at you with an expression full of insinuation. Emily is smirking in your direction, swirling her martini around before taking a sip. JJ looks equally elated, snickering softly as she holds onto Will’s arm. 

Spencer ushers you gently into his car, leaning over the console to open the glove box on your side and brandishing a packet of micellar water wipes. He takes out two for himself before passing the rest of them to you.

“For your makeup,” he explains, wiping the lipstick marks off his cheeks. “I’ll help you with your skincare when we get home, alright?”

You’re in love. It isn’t long before he’s helping you up the stairs of his apartment and sitting you gently on the couch. Your eyes are droopy and it seems like the sugar high from your cocktails is wearing off. Spencer runs his fingers through your hair gently while he holds a glass of cold water to your lips, urging you to drink. You only do it to appease him and once he’s satisfied with your water intake, he’s reaching for the zip of your dress.

“Someone’s needy,” you coo, giggling as he pulls it down to just below your ribcage. “Gonna rough me up?”

“No.” He answers it swiftly, and had you been sober your heart would have split in two. He continues, “I’m going to put you in something more comfortable and then you’re going to sleep.”

“Boring.”

“No, it’s not– it’s not boring,” he flounders, his cheeks growing hotter at your words. He can’t believe he’s arguing with a drunk person. “It’s not boring, baby, it’s safe. Alcohol is a neuro inhibitor. There’s a reason why you can’t drink and drive and it’s because the brain’s neural activity patterns are suppressed or blocked. That’s also the reason why you can’t ask a drunk person for consent; they don’t know or understand what’s going on around them.”

You’ve half fallen asleep at his explanation, the sleeves of your dress falling down your arms and a shiver runs down your spine. “So we’re not going to be partaking in passionate steamy love making?”

“No, we’re not,” he confirms, pulling your favourite pair of cotton pyjamas over your head. It’s a pale pink set with little bows prints all over it and a lacy collar. “Lift your hips for me, angel, I need to get the shorts on you.”

You comply, kicking the dress off into some forbidden corner of the room and Spencer takes this chance to slip the matching shorts onto your legs and up your thighs. The rest of the night is smooth sailing from there– he has successfully applied your skincare in such a way that you would be singing his praises. He has also managed to get you to drink another cup of water, and even though you’re going to wake up complaining about the fact you need to pee. He’d rather you complain about that instead of some raging headache. 

Spencer climbs under the covers next to you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your shoulder. A soft snore leaves your lips and he can’t help but chuckle. Passed out, as expected. 

“Good night, angel,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you tight. “See you in the morning.”

reblogs are always appreciated !!

event page

[dnd-writes]

Tease

A/N: Yeojin quickie, written in 1.5 hours, just simple stuff (aka nothing extreme), wrote a little something for the time being cause my God those bikini outfits. Anyway, back to my drafts that I might never finish writing

You’re dozing off on the couch again, just half-watching an episode you’ve seen a couple of times already. Your phone lights up and you open your eyes. “yeojin._.o_x just made a post.” You see the small picture in the notification and make out what appears to be Yeojin in a bikini just by the pool in the backyard. Your eyes go wide and it’s like you’ve just been injected with some caffeine. You quickly open the post but unfortunately it’s been deleted already, as annoying as it may be you can’t help but chuckle, typical Yeojin.

You make your way outside and see Yeojin taking more pictures of herself, probably looking to post them and then delete it after a minute just to tease all of her fans. Even from a distance you can tell how cute her butt looks in that tiny black bikini. As you approach, you see yourself in Yeojin’s camera, she continues to take pictures while ignoring you. You get behind Yeojin and hug her from behind, leaning your head down into her neck to nuzzle inside and leave a few bites. “You really deleted it? You might as well have just sent those to me. Or did you do that on purpose?” you ask rhetorically.

“Why? It’s funner that way.” Yeojin loves to show herself off but lately she’s realized that teasing the public is way more exciting than just simply showing her body. And to prove her point, in comes the flood of messages coming from her members. You see the same couple of nicknames sending the usual messages asking Yeojin what she’s doing, asking Yeojin to take down her posts, asking Yeojin to cover herself up, and so on.

The two of you just chuckle reading all those messages. “They love protecting you so much but little do they know that their sweet innocent youngest turns out to be a massive slut.” You snake your hand down her bottoms and, to the surprise of no one, find her so wet already. Yeojin starts to curl up as she moans from you fingering her. You take her phone from her hand and since it’s already open, you might as well—you switch to video and start recording Yeojin’s pleasure face.

“You love rebelling against your unnies, right? You love whoring yourself out? You love teasing your fans?” Yeojin nods frantically, wanting to answer right away in order to focus all her attention on your fingers inside of her. Unlike Yeojin, you aren’t a tease, so you keep playing with Yeojin’s cunt until her bikini gets soaked in her cum. You let her sink to the floor as her legs become weak. You leave her there as you find yourself a seat.

As Yeojin recovers from her orgasm, you go through her camera roll to see what else she took that no one else knows about. You go through a lot of pictures of her in her bikini but once that series ends, you stumble upon a video and you don’t hesitate to play it. You see Yeojin on the stairs just below the pool wearing the outfit you last remember her wearing. But those clothes are quickly discarded and all that’s left is her naked form standing in the cold open air. You expected more of a strip tease but considering she’s gotten naked out in the open when any of the neighbors can just peer in and see her is enough to meet her quota.

She sits down in her bundle of clothes and starts playing with herself, one hand playing with her cunt and the other with her asshole. “You sure know how to put on a show, don’t you? Such a shame that no one else gets to see this,” you say half-jokingly, not like you haven’t edited some of the videos she takes to blur her face then upload it on the internet for everyone to admire her tiny frame being used like a human sexdoll, as her many fans would refer to her body, though you would be lying if you said that you don’t see her as such. Sometimes you wish that she got a tattoo on her body so there’s that very slim chance someone would see it in an upload and make the connection that it is indeed Yeojin.

As you hear grunts coming from a recovered Yeojin, you close the video and start recording another one. All you do is tap your thigh and Yeojin starts crawling towards you. Her slow movement exudes sultriness but you can see on her face just how needy and hungry she really is. You do the hard part for her and pull your shorts down yourself, letting your cock stand proud. The mischievous facade on her face quickly fades away as you reveal yourself to her and she starts panting like a dog. You’ve been teased enough already, time for Yeojin to pay the price.

Yeojin swiftly takes your entire length into her throat, too needy to hold herself back and tease you like she always does. You run your hand through her hair but you don’t grip it just yet, it seems that Yeojin wants it just as much as you do so you freely let her do the work.

You move the camera closer to her face, making sure to get a good view of all the spit she’s slobbering all over your dick. She smiles as you aim closer to her, loving that you’re capturing the slutty side of her that people don’t normally see. “If only the other members can see you now, you take my cock so well.” Another smile from Yeojin, this time using her eyes, wanting to make sure that her lips are wrapped properly around you. “Good little slut.”

[carolmunson]

modern!eddie x tipsy!reader

“Ooh, someone had fun,” he giggles from the couch while you stumble into the living room. He knew what to expect the moment he got your texts an hour ago.

omg can’’t t wait to duxk u when i home get t ho home* duck***** fuck u***

tell me they were at least good quality shots

casa migos i

aw come on, i taught you better than that

and wine

yeah? what kind?

.rose?

rosé?

all day lol and espresSo

martini?

😎 ya

sweetheart, did you eat at all?

yes!! we’ee getting za we ate before and now done dri nking

okay, will i see you soon?

ya soon we can sex

He laughed at that one, a hearty belly laugh. You’re only like this when you’re wasted. Clawing and snarling like a starved animal at the sight of him, the thought of him.

When you stumble in you’re lucid for the most part but your eyes are glassy with evidence of a good night. He can tell you smoked too, which means you’ll need more ibuprofen than you normally do when you drink.

You drop your purse and jacket next to the door, kicking off your heels by the TV stand. He’ll pick them up later.

“Hi baby,” he smirks coolly while you make your way to him on the couch.

“I had so much fun,” you respond, unbuttoning your jeans and shimmying them off, “But I never wanna wear ‘standing jeans’ again.”

He doesn’t know what you mean by that but he doesn’t ask, just nods, welcoming you with open arms while you straddle his lap. The second your faced dips into his neck he knows your promises of ravaging him are long broken. Your body relaxes, sinking in against his chest.

“I’m glad you had a good night, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly, hand sliding up and down your back. Your breaths come in slow, he can feel your lashes fluttering against his skin while you force yourself to stay awake.

“Would’ve been funner if you were there,” you say into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “You make everything fun.”

Eddie’s heart swells, “You think?”

You lean up, looking at him with glassy eyes, more tired than wasted, “I know.”

He leans his head back between the cushions, bangs dusting his eyes, “You make everything fun for me, too.”

You grin, a sloppy one, “You know how I can make tonight really fun?”

Your fingers skate up his chest, sending a shiver through him that stirs in his sweatpants.

“Sweetheart…” he warns gently.

“C’mon,” you whine, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, “Please.”

“Doll, you’ve been drinkin’,” he reminds, reaching up to cup your cheek, “You know I don’t like playing around like that.”

“I’m not drunk though,” you protest, “I can do the drunk driver test. I swear.”

“By the way you’re falling asleep sitting up, I doubt it,” he laughs. He leans up, supporting you on his thighs while he goes in to plant a loving kiss on your lips, “I think we should head to bed.”

“Lame,” you frown, scrunching your face. You shimmy off his lap and cross your arms, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

“Kissin’ me like that like some kinda Cassanova…” you grumble. He rolls his eyes, getting some water and aspirin for you while you change into some pajamas.

“That’s what the call me. Eddie Casanova Munson,” he grizzles, leaning against the door frame with the glass and pills and hand, “Your libations, princess.”

Your sour look doesn’t fade when you take them, but you to say a quiet thank you when the pills pass your lips.

“Am I not fun anymore?” he teases.

“No, you’re still fun,” you sigh, crawling into bed where he follows. Eddie takes a silent win when you wrap yourself around him after sliding between the sheets.

“I’ll be more fun tomorrow,” he smiles, burying himself in your neck. You feel his warm scratchy chin and shiver, soft kisses following it, “It’s gonna rain.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun,” you murmur, the bed feeling cozier with every passing moment while the alcohol rushes in you for one last sleepy hurrah.

“Yeah it is,” he responds quietly, feeling you grow heavy and slack against him, “We can stay in all day.”

“Boring.”

“Boring huh?” he smirks, “I don’t know, I thought maybe we could revisit your texts.”

[nervous-trash]

continuing, now in blue

introducing: a variety of Rob cantor tweets that made me go ha

[swayziiwriter]

Petty | Jude Bellingham

summary: when your best friend Jude decides to avert his attention to a desperate blonde you decide to turn the tables on him with none other then Jadon Sancho.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Amongst the blaring music in the club you can still hear his voice. I'm Jude, you're not bad yourself, I could use another drink. The obnoxious blonde who had found her way to Jude now had her hands on him, tracing the collar of his black dress shirt. The worst part about it was that he was letting her.

He didn't even taken a second glance at you, pathetic you thought to yourself. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebrations, Englands EURO qualifications games were spectacular. Though, you wanted nothing more than to go home. Jude was your best friend, your best friend who you we're undeniably in love with. So coming here tonight was supposed to be your chance of telling him how you felt, but instead you were watching from afar as Jude got felt up by some bimbo.

 You were infuriated beyond extent, your emotions mixed with the alcohol that was coursing through your body was dangerous. All your feelings were heightened, including your sexual drive. You wanted to forget about this constant pain in your heart every time Jude turned up to end up spending the night with some girl. Tired of all the countless nights fixated on how to finally express your emotions you decided that it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. Jude wasn't clueless about your feelings, a few drunken kisses made sure he knew. But still he never brought it up, instead he avoided it like the plague and you were tired of it.

"Stare any harder and you'll burn a hole in the back of his head" a voice quipped. "That's sort of the point" you seethed, not feeling in much of a positive mood anymore. You recognized the voice immediately, it belonged to Jadon Sancho teammate and friend of Jude. You were across from the bar the huge dance floor in front view. Hundreds of sweaty, drunk and horny people rubbing up against each other hoping to get laid. "Why'd you let him ruin your mood?" He questioned with a smirk. "You can be an asshole sometimes you know that" you replied taking down another shot, the burning sensation in your throat causing you to forget about Jude for just a second.

"Dance with me y/n" Jadon proposed, "oh Jadon I don't thi-" he cut you off with a small chuckle."This isn't for me y/n, this is too show Jude just what he's missing" he continued. Your brain was telling you to say no, yelling at you to take the high road and just ignore Jude for the night. But you couldn't.

Smiling at his genius antics hand in hand you two made your way down to the dance floor. "The hills" starting to echo through the large building as your warm bodies were flushed up against each other, your back to his front. Jude was watching, he had been watching from the second Jadon left his teammate's side to be with you.

Watching as you lightly grinded your body into Jadon's, Jude was livid. Watching as his hands rose up your body had him squirming, a deep feeling in his gut enough for him to want to throw up all the alcohol he had consumed earlier in the night. Dancing with Jadon was funner than expected, he would occasionally whisper subtle "he's looking, ah there he goes squirming again" leaving you to let out genuine laughs, laughs that Jude could hear all to well over the blaring music.

The blonde who had been around Jude for longer than his own liking was soon kicked to the curb as he soon realized you had been doing the same mechanism as him. Making the other one Jealous. Jude let Jadon bring his hands from behind as far as your stomach before he marched towards the dance floor, drink in one hand and nothing in the other. He had left this go on for to long, he couldn't stand the feeling of another man touching you, feeling your soft skin, your perfect lips.

"Oh shit, he's coming over here" Jadon yelled over the music, leaning into your body. "Y/n" Jude yelled over the music, "what Jude" you spat back, still pissed that he had let that blonde touch him. Jadon returned glances between both of you before making the decision to get out of there, sending you an apologetic look as he left you to fend alone against Jude. Jude continued to look at you with wide eyes, expecting an answer. "Can't you take a hint Bellingham I was in the middle of danc-" "dancing?" He interrupted. "You were all over him y/n, fucking hell are you trying to kill me?" He yelled. "Me!?" You replied, "you're the one who's had a bimbo on your ass all night. Sue me for wanting to have some actual fun" you spat.

The air was becoming thick, the tension and smell of sex in the air was becoming suffocating. Your mind felt as if it was running a thousand miles an hour. "If you're not man enough to tell me that you want me, then there's no reason why I shouldn't go fuck around with someone like Jadon" you continued to hurl insults at him before he finally snapped. Crashing his lips against yours in a heated passion.

Your hands were roaming over his chest as his lips worked in sync with yours. Jude gives you a firm but still tender kiss the tension between you and him was killing you both. He's hard about it and tells you he's wanted you for so long, but his touch is still gentle. He is letting you know that he has also always liked you.

The music at the club doesn't bother you. You basically let his tongue investigate your own, and let your bodies press together among all the intensity, strain, and horniness.

Finally, when you both leave the room to get some fresh air, the following events that come after are neglected. In the midst of the sexual tension, horniness, and outright neediness, it is forgotten. The backseat of the taxi you are both in is a blur of hasty movements, hasty kisses, and long groaning awaiting to arrive. When you get to Jude's condo his movements are fast, your back hits his bed the midst of a heavy make out. Clothes, his tie, shoes, and your heels were all left on the floor in the trail of your exasperated needs.

He was hovering over you, taking in every inch of your body as it curved into his, his hard cock hitting your thighs as your body shuddered with pleasure. Jude brought his hand down to your core, teasing your folds as he spoke dirty words into your ear. He slipped two fingers into your dripping pussy, collecting your wetness in between his fingers. 

Your hands gripped at the sheets as he worked on your pussy, fingering you fast to your release. His voice was thick with lust as he felt you clench around him and wrap your legs around his waist as he continued to press his fingers inside of you. "you look so pretty for me baby."

Your back arched from the bed as you watched his beautiful face, and it took all of your inner strength not to cum. "Gonna cum all over my fingers?" He questioned, "be a good girl and cum all over my fingers" you body shook with pleasure white noise talking over as the euphoric feeling took over your body.

You were moaning his name in an attempt to stop the overstimulation on your core. "Wanna feel you" you managed to gasp out between breathes. He pushed your body up the bed, spreading your legs just enough to settle himself in between them, "about to be so ruined for me" he tapped his cock against your wet folds, the action alone making you cry out in frustration. "I'm not going to stop until your dripping with my cum" he said pushing into your tight pussy. Because you didn't anticipate that movement, you let out a small cry of surprise mixed with a moan of pleasure.

To fully appreciate how his cock got inside of you and how your walls tightened around it, you had to close your eyes for a while. He moved inside of you briefly, using only one hand; He placed your leg and the other on his shoulder by lifting your leg; He gave your clit a rub. You had the impression that his thrusts were reaching deeper within you because of the angle your leg was at.

Jude stopped stroking your clit to wrap one of his hands around your neck. You were certain that your moans had already turned into tiny screams while he was deep within you. You arched your back with pleasure. Before you took that forearm and squeezed it, Jude gently stroked the skin on your neck. He probably accepted that as a sign since he applied a touch of tension.

You tried to complain, but all you got was a sound that sounded like you were gasping as his pace picked up. You tried to yell, or at least try to, because your lips were being caressed by his thumb as he continued to press on them. When you were already almost there, your pussy voluntarily tightened around his cock. You were in an orgasmic state when Jude let out a deep growl.

Your pussy continued to pulse around his cock as he followed you a few seconds later. Before rolling next to you, he took your hand out of the ring around his neck. Your lungs were asking for air, your mind was a finished wreck, and your vision obscured until you could slow down and rest. You could feel beads of Judes cum rolling down your sweaty thighs.

You and Jude had given into your needs and it never felt better. You wanted to feel him every where, all the time. He wanted it too, the way his eyes never left yours was evidence of it, the way his body connected with yours was beautiful. You and Jude were in sync, complete with each other.

[loulovingho]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love. 💕

Oh I love a self promo:

Tommy Begins: When Tommy and Buck's plane is shot down, what was supposed to be a romantic weekend away turns into a fight for survival. You would think being stuck on a mountain with radios down, harsh weather conditions, and severe injuries would be the worst of their problems. But, sometimes memories from your past are what hurt you the most.

The Ultimate Treasure Hunt: When the opportunity to go on another treasure hunt comes up for the 118, they all join together for the adventure. However, this hunt may be life changing for a certain member of the team.

Husbands: Getting hit on was fun. Getting people's numbers was fun. But, there was something else that was even funner now. He'd been able to do it for exactly three months, to the day. Not that he wasn't flashing his ring beforehand, but something about being married sounded even better than being engaged.

“Sorry, guys,” Buck said, smiling as he lifted his left hand into view, “Im flattered, but I'm married.”

As some disappointed, and some still interested, looks broke out over the group, a familiar voice sounded behind Buck. “Damn, I was just about to shoot my shot.”

What It's For: Thomas Kinard is eighteen years old and he just graduated basic training. He's standing among nearly two hundred other graduates, all filled with some form of anxiety and excitement. They're all standing at attention, although Tommy knows everyone's eyes are searching the audience. They've all been given their orders.They stand at attention until a family member or loved one comes and taps them out. Only then can they be at ease.

...He shouldn't have expected anyone to show up anyway.

Meeting the Parents: This is actually a 4 part series so oops! But I really enjoyed writing about Tommy meeting the Buckley's, and Buck meeting the Kinard's.

[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part seven // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 6.2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ABUSE, neil hargrove being the worst, angst, Karen Wheeler but it's brief, smut, p in v, brief mention of masturbation. i think that's it?

taglist!(thank you so much): @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @briefmongerfishzonk-blog @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid

Billy stared down at the slew of Polaroids of you on the beach, the red bikini adorned on your body leaving little to his imagine.

He’d been tasked with collecting the mail from your house while your family was on vacation, his dad thinking it was a perfect opportunity to show some responsibility. And to Billy’s luxury, it provided the convenience for you to send Billy the letter and photos.

He’d pleasured himself while looking at them the very night he’d received them. He kept the stack of mail on the counter of his kitchen but the envelope addressed to him with hearts and lipstick kisses littered on the envelope had a home in his nightstand with his girly magazines.

Billy bit his lip, holding the one you’d scribbled Let’s Get Physical on in messy handwriting. The poses weren’t nearly as suggestive as the ones in his magazines but his mind was able to make up for that, he’d seen you in such sensual and erotic forms that he didn’t need you spread out in photos. Besides, it was funner to remember actual experiences.

Neil doesn’t knock on the door before kicking the door open, causing Billy to quickly shuffle your photo under his pillows. He stands up expectantly, facing his father and pushing the lustful thoughts he was having to the back of his mind.

“Susan and I are going Christmas shopping. Don’t let Max out of your sight. There’s money for pizza on the counter,” Neil says but his eyes are trained where Billy had shoved the photos. He’d have to hide them better, knowing when Neil had a moment he’d be tearing through his room to find whatever it was.

“Okay,” Billy says, hands defensively slid into his back pockets.

Billy had asked for one thing for Christmas he was sure he wasn’t getting, a ticket to California. He’d requested to go for two weeks once summer started and he promised he’d be back to find a job before starting trade school. He missed the sun, he told his dad, wanted to surf. A part of him twinged in jealousy when you sent him the photos, seeing the ocean behind you. Billy figured he’d be lucky to get a couple pairs of socks, maybe a part to tune up his Camaro with.

“Bye!” Susan calls out when they leave, Billy and Max standing in the doorway.

Once they’re alone, Billy heads towards the fridge for a beer and Max asks if he misses you.

“Why the hell do you care?” he challenges but her question is answered when the phone in his room rings and he runs to answer it.

“Hello?” he answers eagerly, his shoulders falling when he hears the voice on the other end. “Oh, hi, Molly.”

He converses with her out of pure boredom for a while, fingers gripped around his favorite Polaroid the entire time. He glances at his alarm clock, telling her he’s gotta to call for the pizza now.

After ordering, his phone rings again and he’s sure it’s you.

“Hello?” he sounds hopeful and you grin, hearing the voice you missed so much on the other end.

“Expecting my call?” you tease.

“More like praying for it,” he exhales, eyes falling on your face in the photo.

“Aw, Billy, that’s so sweet,” you gush and he blushes, completely alone in his room but still embarrassed.

“Did you go to the beach today?” he changes the subject in an instant.

He did this every night, asking you to describe the ocean to him. He fantasized about moving back to California the day he turned 18, wanting more than nothing to get back on the waves.

“Yes,” you purr through the receiver, “It was pretty choppy today, I didn’t get in the water.”

Billy sighs, dropping the photograph and looking up at his ceiling, trying to recreate the feeling of being at home on a surf board in his head. He tries to hear the sounds of the waves crashing on the sand, the steady lull of it all. For a moment, he’s peaceful.

“God, I miss it,” he mumbles, eyes opening without realizing he’d even closed them.

“I know, babe. Soon enough you’ll be there again,” you comfort over the line, oblivious to the fact that when he imagined heading that way after graduation, you were always by his side. The possibility of you not wanting to deterred him from asking. Understandably, Billy didn’t too well with rejection. His self esteem kind of tacked on people wanting him around. He didn’t understand why his mom couldn’t take him with her, why she didn’t want him around but all these other people did. Sometimes it didn’t matter because he just wanted her, the other people in his life making him feel empty. His dad made sure he didn’t express such things from an early age, in fact the day his mom left his dad punished him for crying, telling Billy “Never cry over whores.” He didn’t think his mom was one but he had took it as all women and never let a relationship get to him emotionally. You were slowly breaking through that barrier, Billy hadn’t told a girl he loved her and actually meant it before. He’d said it in the past to appease girlfriends. But you were different, your arms were like the beach to him, a place he could let go of everything.

“Can you see the beach now? Like from your room?” he asks.

“No, it’s a couple blocks away,” you inform him and he heaves a disappointed sigh. “What did you do today?” you ask to distract him, you can tell he’s in his head and you don’t like when Billy’s sad.

He sits up and peers out his window when he sees headlight, worried Neil and Susan are back earlier than promised but he’s relieved when it’s the pizza guy.

“Not much, just some laundry. Listen, I’ve got to go, I ordered a pizza for Max and I and it’s here,” he says, standing up and opening his door.

“Oh, okay. Call me back?”

“‘Course,” Billy smiles.

“I love you,” you chide into the phone.

“I love you too,” he says before hanging the phone up, hearing the doorbell.

After he gets the pizza and tosses it on the table he calls out for Max but doesn’t get a response. He groans, heading down the hall and swinging her door open, “Can you not fucking hear me?”

But her rooms empty. Little shit, he thinks before slamming the door again. He storms to his room, sliding his boots on before grabbing his keys.

-

His first thought is the arcade, pulling into the parking lot and almost taking out a group of kids loitering too close to the street. They berate him as he steps out but he chooses to ignore it, a bigger battle at hand. He swings the door open and scans the room, not seeing red hair initially so he stalks through the columns until he makes it up to the counter, the employee distractedly munching down cheese puffs as he zones out, looking at nothing in particular.

“Have you seen a girl, red hair, skateboard, total bitch?” he asks, snapping his fingers in front of the guys face.

“Madmax…” the guy hums, chewing loudly.

“Where is she?”

The guy shrugs, “Hasn’t been in here tonight.”

Billy groans, grabbing the bag from the guys hands and dumping the snacks on the ground. “Thanks a lot, asshole,” he seethes before storming back outside.

He tries the houses of three friends but to no avail, every parent leading him to a different house.

“God damn it, Max!” he yells out once he’s back in his car, turning the key in the ignition.

The Camaro lurches down the street of the Wheelers, Mrs. Sinclair had written their address down on a napkin and Billy was hopeful, she’d said all the kids hung out there. He pulls up to the bright, big house and shakes his head. It made sense this is where Nancy came from. He hadn’t had any interaction with her really but he’d heard what a bitch she was. He thinks all rich girls are, so seeing the luxury she lives in compared to his humble home makes him chuckle.

Mrs. Wheeler answers the door, Billy has been looking around aimlessly since it took a good three minutes for someone to come out.

“Hi,” he grins, seeing in nothing but a robe and well, he’s only human. The charm kind of kicked on without him thinking, it was a bit of a coping mechanism.

“You must be here for Nancy,” she says and Billy laughs.

“Not at all,” he starts, “I’m actually looking for my sister, Maxine. I was told your place was the official hang out spot.”

Karen nods then, letting Billy inside and guiding him towards the kitchen. “All the kids are downstairs, I’ll go grab her…” and she’s down the hall before he can thank her. There’s a plate of cookies on the counter and Billy snags one, a pang of hunger rearing itself since he didn’t get to enjoy the pizza. Max and Karen wander into the kitchen and Billy gives his step sister a pointed look before his eyes glance back up at Nancy’s mom.

“You’re a life saver,” he purrs with a wink before ushering Max to his car.

Max curls into the door once they’re driving down the street, Billy speeding even faster than usual. She expects him to scream at her until his lungs give out so it’s shocking when he’s completely silent, eyes full of anger. She doesn’t know which is worse.

Billy’s stomach drops when he sees his dads car in the driveway. “Fuck,” he mutters, parking and sinking into the seat. He does not want to go inside. He knows what’s about to conspire and he wishes he could just keep driving, far away and never to be seen again.

“I’m sorry,” Max says, her voice a whisper, “It’s my fault, I’ll own up to it, Billy.”

“Stop, just stop,” he sighs, turning the car off and looking at her. He’d tried explaining that to Neil before, he knew it didn’t really matter. He looks back at the house, instructing Max, “Just go straight to your room. I’ll handle it, okay? Go into your room and put your headphones on.”

Max nods, reaching for Billy’s arm and giving it a squeeze as a thank you. He waits in his car for a bit, preparing for the war awaiting him inside. His footsteps are heavy up the walkway, he glanced towards your empty house for some semblance of comfort. It’s no use once he opens the front door, his father standing domineeringly in his path.

“Where were you?” he asks and Billy debates even answering, no answer would satisfy his dad. Billy thought his dad didn’t even really care, that he just wanted any excuse to get all his pent up anger out on Billy. Because that was the most frustrating part of this, he tried to be as perfect as he could be for his dad, he tried harder than he’s ever tried for anything. It was never good enough, Billy was never good enough.

“Max wanted to go to the arcade,” Billy fibs, lips tight while he looks at his dad. He’d surely earn a smack if he looked away. Billy used to fight back more but learned the hard way it was just easier to be passive.

“Then why the hell is there a whole pizza here?” Neil seethes, hand on the box before pushing it at Billy, slices falling to the floor and marinara sauce staining his white shirt. Billy keeps his face stoic, not daring to move a muscle. He can’t think of an excuse for that one but he doesn’t have to. “Did she sneak out again? Why aren’t you watching her? Susan and I ask for one god damn thing and you’re too fucking incompetent to do it!”

“Look, I’m sorry,” Billy atones, “It won’t happen again. I’ll do better.”

“Bullshit,” Neil sneers, “I’ve heard that for the last time.” He backhands Billy hard enough to thrust him into the counter. He’s thinking of how much he hates his father, how cowardly he is but his face is stalled.

“Clean this shit up, I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the week,” Neil spits, stalking off down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Billy sinks to the floor, tears welling up in his eyes as he brings his knees up to his chest, hugging his legs. He felt hopeless, even walking on eggshells and meticulously working to please his dad wouldn’t stop this. He hated crying over it, knew what Neil would do had he caught him crying, knew exactly what he’d say and Billy called himself those words in his head, pushing more tears out. After a beat, Billy calmly collects himself, cleaning up the pizza from the floor and disposing of the box before grabbing the mop. Once he’s sure the mess is cleaned to his dads liking, he locks himself in the bathroom and takes a steaming hot shower, the water burning his skin in a delightfully dulling way. He sits on the floor of the shower, remembering safer times.

Billy doesn’t call you back, retreating to his bed to stare at his ceiling until he’s comforted by the bliss that is his dreams.

-

Billy finds another envelope addressed to him in your mail, the day after Christmas and just one day before you come home. He masterfully conceals it in his jacket so Neil won’t see it. He tosses the rest of the mail on the pile accumulated on their counter, tailing back to his room and shoving the envelope in his nightstand, waiting for opportune moment to open it. He thinks about it endlessly throughout the day, eager to see what’s inside.

His Christmas wasn’t anything to write home about, he got socks and a couple of pairs of pants. Max got a brand new skateboard and he couldn’t help but feel jealous but she was just a kid and she deserved it. He didn’t want her to be treated how he was anyhow but he felt unappreciated, like he was just a live in babysitter for her. Neil and Susan didn’t get him and they didn’t care to.

During dinner that night, he can barely eat due to the anticipation of opening the letter from you figuring whatever was inside would make the holiday a special one. What Billy doesn’t expect is two round trip tickets to San Diego dated for late August with a letter from you.

Merry Christmas!! I figured August would give us time to save money for the trip. I love you so much.

Billy’s never smiled so big in his life, he couldn’t believe he would be back in California next year and with you by his side. He started planning, he’d have to get a job as soon as he graduated. You’d need a hotel and he’d have to rent a surfboard since Neil had made him sell his before the move.

He couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow to show you how appreciative of his gift he was. He sinks his hand under his bed and pulls out the bag he’d hidden, the present he’d gotten for you. It fell pretty short in comparison to your gift. He sighed, opening the bag and pulling out the jewelry box, flipping it open to look at the chain with a simple “B” charm. He’d struggled at what to get you but when he’d stumbled upon the necklace it made sense. A way to stake claim without it being too loud. But it sure as hell wasn’t tickets home. He falls back onto his mattress and sighs, trying to think of something he could tack on in less than 24 hours that would make his gift for you the exact thing you wanted.

-

Abruptly, Billy’s awoken by his alarm, the radio turning on and waking him with a Whitsnake song. He grumbles, opening one eye to look over at the time. 6:00 AM reads back to him. He loved Whitesnake but he thought maybe he ought to flip the switch back to the blaring alarm beeps instead of the radio, he was going to start associating some of his favorite songs with interrupting his dreams. Billy sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Neil wouldn’t let him sleep in even it was was winter break. And on cue, he hears his father knock on the door.

“I’m up!” he calls out, turning his alarm off.

He hears footsteps trailing away and heaves out a sigh. Neil said if he and Susan didn’t get a break from work then why should Billy? Some days, he would wait til they left and buried himself back under the sheets. Today, however, he was too excited to do that. You’re trip ended and you’d be home. He had an excuse to go over there, too. Grateful that he’d accepted the task of retrieving your family’s mail.

He’s so excited he actually makes breakfast for him and Max, unable to stop checking the time every few minutes.

“Just ‘cause you stare at the clock doesn’t mean it’ll move faster,” Max teases as she sits down for the pancakes. Billy doesn’t even let her get to him, sitting down himself to eat with an unchanging smile on his face. He just couldn’t wait to see you and thank you for the gift. While he’s eating, he decides he’s got the perfect idea to add to your gift. After he cleans up the mess, he spends about three hours creating the perfect mixtape for you. The arrangement of songs is perfect, but Billy knows the recording is shoddy, he cringes when he listens back to it and can hear himself mumbling to Max playing back on the recording. It’s quiet but he can still make out, “Little busy in here, Maxine!” He hopes you won’t notice, slipping the cassette in the bag and hiding it under his bed again.

It isn’t until after dinner that you guys get home and Neil tells him, “Give them a minute to settle in and then bring the mail to ‘em. I’m sick of looking at it,”.

“Yes, sir,” Billy nods, not looking up from the magazine he was thumbing through. He was just trying anything to pass the time.

Billy gives it thirty minutes before grabbing the stack of envelopes and jogging across the street, knocking on the door and stepping a foot back. He’s delighted when it’s you that answers the door, he wishes he could kiss you but he has a sneaking suspicion his dads watching. Though he notices, “You have no tan whatsoever.”

You shrug, taking the mail from his hand and you can see Neil standing in the window. “I just burn and peel. I used 100 spf.”

Billy laughs, but his shoulders tense, “I’ll see you soon. Gotta go.” He winks before turning around and heading back over to his house.

You close the door with your foot, flipping through the stack to make sure he actually got the gift you sent. When you don’t see anything addressed to him, you smile.

“Was that Billy?” your dad calls out, he’s loading the washer with dirty clothes.

“Yeah,” you set the mail on the table and walk to the fridge to grab yourself a beer.

“Did he get your gift?” your dads walking into the kitchen, following suit as he opens the fridge.

The grin on your face so big it might split it in half, “I think so.”

“Did he give you one?”

“I don’t know, his dad was watching so we couldn’t really talk,” you sigh, leaning against the counter. “Just about my nonexistent tan.”

“Your mom couldn’t tan either,” your dad points out with a smile.

-

You’re going through a magazine, listening to a cassette when you hear wrapping at your window. Finally, you think, uprooting yourself from the bed and unlatching the window, sliding it open to see the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen staring back at you. You hold his hand to pull him in, his lips crashing into yours before you even have time to close the blinds, you always do, just in case. He drops the gift bag he’s holding by your feet and grabs onto your ass, Billy lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist. He shows his appreciation for the tickets with his touch, pulling you tight against him and kissing you so hard you think it’ll bruise. When you two reluctantly pull away you’re both panting heavily, looking into each others eyes.

“Thank you,” he blurts out, you haven’t seen him ever look so genuinely happy. It almost makes you cry. He squeezes you in his arms and buries his face in your neck, just holding you.

“You deserve it,” you assure him, fingers combing through the longer part of his mullet.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your throat, placing a gentle kiss afterwards.

“I love you too.”

He sets you back on the ground and picks up the gift bag, shyly handing it to you as he says, “It’s not even close to what you gave me but it’s something.”

“It came from you so it’s just as special,” you say as you sit back on the mattress and take out the paper he’d haphazardly shoved inside. You pick up the cassette first, his messy handwriting scribbled on the label: From Billy. “A mixtape,” you announce, your heart skipping a beat. It was the perfect gift because it took time to make, you could just picture him recording it while sitting on the floor of his bedroom. “Put it on,” you hand it over and Billy obliges.

Burnin’ for You by Blue Öyster Cult starts filling your room and you giggle, it was a beautifully cheesy song to start with. You dig in the bag and pull out the small, velvet box. No one had ever gifted you jewelry before you think as Billy sits next to you, eyes trained on your face as you open the box. Your face flushes a deep pink, seeing the simple, diamond studded B charm attached to a delicate chain. “Oh, Billy…” you feel tears well in your eyes as you pull out the necklace and he grabs it, motioning for you to turn around so he can put it on for you. His fingers grace against your neck after he clasps it closed. You turn to kiss him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him into it.

“God, I missed you,” you stammer against his lips and you can feel him smile.

He pushes you onto your back, looking down at you. “I missed you, too,” he says, his cheeks a little pink while he dances his fingers against the side of your thigh.

“I got you something else!” you exclaim, remembering the knickknack tucked away in your suitcase. You launch yourself up and topple over to the hot pink case you couldn’t bother to unpack yet. You unzip it, grabbing the paper bag neatly tucked into your slipper. You present it to Billy, smiling wide. He looks up at you, your teased hair wild from the necking you two had just done. He lifts an eyebrow, fingers gripping the bag and opening it up and looking down. He pinches the silver key ring and pulls it out. It’s a keychain, a bright red surfboard with sunglasses and a smile painted on it. He laughs, looking back up to you, “It’s rad.” His tone is teasing but you can tell he likes it. He retrieves his car keys from his jacket pocket and adds the keychain to them, tucking it back in.

Billy’s hands grab at your waist, “You’re so cute.”

You shrug, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“You ever try surfing?” he inquires, his eyes darting across your face.

“Never, I’ve always been too scared,” you admit and straddle his lap.

Billy circles your waist to stabilize you, “I’ll teach you in August.”

“I can’t wait,” you say, pushing him down and kissing him softly. It’s incredible to touch him again, to look at his face and into his amazing ocean blue eyes. You’d done a relatively good job at memorizing his face, picturing it whenever you closed your eyes but nothing could compare to the real thing in your grasp. Billy brought out so many emotions from you, carnal and loving. Zero to one hundred in an instant, it’d always been there. It began with his terrifying good looks but once you got to know the truly gentle soul beneath, you fell so hard you couldn’t get back up. You’d never be able to recover if he broke your heart. The scary thing was you knew just how capable he was of doing such a thing. Unintentionally he’d crack it in small ways, unaware of how deeply you’d felt it when he’d snap at you or flirt in class with some other woman. He had you ripped wide open, the walls couldn’t rebuild, not with him. You had no fucking clue you’d done the same to Billy.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he whispers, rolling his hips up to you.

“You do, baby,” you tell him, pressing hands against his chest.

He laughs softly, hands moving from your hips to the swell of your ass to grind you against him. “Let me show you how much I appreciate the present you got me,” he purrs.

You gasp, biting your lip and nodding at him. “Show me.”

His fingers curl around your neck and pull you into his lips. You already felt his appreciation but you’d never say no to his touch. You pull back and sink off the bed, eyes on his while you unzip his boots and tug them off, along with his socks. He grins, looking a bit drunk but you know it’s on you. You stand up figuring you might as well put a show on for him, hearing the next song on the cassette play. Missing You by John Waite which isn’t something you could even imagine him listening to but the intention of the song in the mixtape has you giddy. You lock your eyes and pull your top over your head slowly, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your leggings and you peel them down. You awkwardly kick them off and your face flushes, hearing him chuckle lightly.

“I’m being sexy,” you inform him.

“Oh, I’m aware,” he laughs again.

“So you can’t laugh!” you exclaim, smacking his knee.

“Sorry, sorry! Oh my god, you’re so sexy! Keep taking your clothes off, please,” he smirks, hands raised defensively.

You scowl at him but do what he says, unclasping your bra and tossing it at his face. He tries to catch it but misses, heaving another laugh. Your hands cup your breasts, feeling a little self conscious for some reason. He’s seen you naked more than a dozen times. In fact, this man had made you cry out his name while doing unspeakable things, there shouldn’t be any embarrassment but alas, there was.

Your thoughts disrupted by the cassette, hearing Billy’s voice mumble something on the recording, you look down at him with a lifted eyebrow.

“Max was bugging me. Can’t re-record,” he shrugs, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Shh, makes it more personal,” you comfort him, peeling your underwear off finally.

Billy grins, eyes falling down to the heat between your legs. He beckons you with his finger and you follow like you’re under a spell, toppling into his lap. His hands meet your breasts, thumb fanning over your perked nipples.

“Billy,” you gasp out, looking into his eyes while he looks up at you with his jaw dropping slightly.

“Love it when you say my name,” he pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You love saying it but you don’t say anything, rocking your hips against him. He grits his teeth and you can feel his erection straining against his jeans. You want to tease him more, not ready to give into the pressure brewing in the pit of your stomach. You grip onto his leather jacket, peeling it off his shoulders and immediately ripping his t-shirt off, your hands pushing him down as you lick against his nipple. Billy makes a noise unfamiliar to the both of you, swatting you away. You give another broad stroke, seeing the discomfort on his face in spite of the smile.

“That tickles!” He almost shrieks, his body recoiling at the sensation.

“Hmm,” you purse your lips, “Do it to me, lemme see if it tickles.”

Billy takes the opportunity, brushing his tongue against your nipple in rapid strokes. You feel a ripple down to your core, stilling your body as your back almost arches involuntarily.

“No,” you gasp out, “doesn’t tickle.”

As you say it, he sucks your nipple in-between his lips. His palm flattening at the small of your back as he continues, pulling back briefly to look up at you, gauging your reaction. You feel rushed suddenly, the desperate desire to have his cock filling you suddenly present, forcing your hands to roughly unbutton his 501’s.

“I need you,” you rasp out, a way to tell him to help. He nods, pushing his jeans and briefs to his thighs, his hard member springing to action between you. The look of it something you’ll never get used to, impassioned and leaking slightly under your gaze. You line his tip up with entrance and he moans at wetness he feels dripping there, his eyes glued to yours.

“God… damn,” he cursed out, as you take an inch of him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His reaction pushes you, lowering yourself on him abruptly so he bottoms out. He grits his teeth, trying miserably to stifle a moan. You smirk, proud of yourself while rolling your hips gently.

He scratches at your thighs when you still, begging you to move without saying so. The eye contact something that egged you on, seeing him fall apart beneath you was the sexiest thing you’d laid eyes on. He pushed you in unbelievably wicked ways, as if you existed purely to please the Adonis under you. You roll your hips in rhythm with the music he’d catered for this very moment. The mixtape having innocent intentions at the beginning but the longer he sat with it the more his thoughts turned sinful.

“Say my name,” he begs, grabbing your wrists as he does so.

You whine it out, “Billy,” bouncing on his cock.

“Again,” he purrs, locking his fingers with yours.

“Billy! Billy, Billy!” you chant out his name, squeezing his hand between yours while you ride him relentlessly.

“God, I wanna cum all over that pretty little face,” he muses, eyes glazed as they stare into yours.

“Want it,” you whisper, “Wanna feel it all over me.”

“Yeah?” He gasps, hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, pulling the cheeks apart before planting a venomous smack.

You grunt out from the assault, loving how he grabs and slaps at you how pleases.

“All yours,” you hum, rutting against him, the way the head of his cock hits your spot in the most wonderful way has you absolutely at his well. This man could do anything to you and you’d thank him. You’re so sick with lust, desire and complete devotion to him. It even hurts, pushing you to impress him in these trysts. You don’t want him to seek out anything else. Any sick fantasy in his head you would wholeheartedly fill. He’s too good for anyone in this world, you’d hold him in your grasp to show him he deserved every last bit of happiness left in the world. You cry out, tears collecting at your ducts before leaking out. He sees them, reaching up to wipe them his palm.

“Choke me,” you whisper and be obeys, hand curling around your neck and squeezing. He’s just as intoxicated with arousal as you are.

You whimper, the sensation of climax wavering over you. You wanna see it on his face first, always more concerned with his pleasure than yours. He deserved it more, you thought. Billy’s feat for pleasure, for happiness, was more at risk than yours was. The least you could was pull an earth shattering orgasm from him. He adored you beyond your comprehension, the way he looked at you only telling you a fraction of it. He never had the words for it, his dad teaching him too early on to not express it. He fucking loved you and he knew he couldn’t show you nearly as deeply as he felt it.

“Baby,” he gasps out, grabbing your jaw and holding it tight. The eye contact was the only way he could tell you, never daring the vulnerable words to leave his lips. But you felt it, deep in your core, just how much this man yearned for you. He said it without ever really saying it.

“I love you!” you pant out, leaking desire out from his movements inside you. Your body rips through the stages of orgasm, tears falling steadily as you thrash above the man made claim to.

He was everything to you, the only person you wanted around. The only person you trusted entirely as you fell apart with his touch.

Billy’s quick behind you, breath heavily reciting your name as he empties inside you. You admire the warmth of it, the way it made you feel whole for a moment. Billy was utterly everything you could dream of and you had him like putty in your hands and you still allowed him all the power.

“I love you,” you cry, collapsing into him. “I love you, I love you!”

“Hey…” he purrs, squeezing you tightly. “It’s okay. I love you too. I really fucking love you.”

“Billy,” you can’t help the blubber, collapsing on top of him, your hands squeezing whatever part of him you can get a hold of.

“Baby,” Billy smiles, gripping your wrists and holding them out, “Breathe, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

You can’t stop the tears, spilling out, looking into Billy’s eyes, feeling him soften inside of you. He pulls out but wraps his arms around your center, pulling you close and peppering kisses all over your face and neck. Your hands snake into his hair, whispering his name again. You’re unable to help yourself, having no control over your mouth. He wipes your tears away again, looking concerned.

“Hey… you okay? What’s up?” he asks, hand on your face.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I’ve never felt like this. It’s just… it’s so much.”

He nods, curling up into you and not asking any other questions, like he understands. He kisses your cheek, “It’s good… right?”

“It’s extremely good, Billy. They’re happy tears, I couldn’t stop them… everything just felt so good and so much,” you try to explain.

He chuckles, “I did that well, huh? Fucked the tears right out of ya.”

“Ugh, shut up,” you playfully push him away but it’s no use, he’s pinning you down and kissing all over your face.

“Billy!” you shrill, wiggling beneath him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, pulling you close again. “You do something to me too, ya know? I…” he chuckles, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say, “I can go again.” It’s not what he was thinking but it’ll work. It’s the only way he knows how to say it.

“There’s gotta be a New Year’s party this weekend,” you change the subject, feeling like things were getting to heavy for him.

Billy’s hands soothe over your back, “Yeah, Tommy said something about a party. Ya wanna go?”

“With you?” you ask, eyes hopeful.

He sighs, “Of course I’ll drive but you know we can-“

“Would it be the end of the world if people saw us together?” you ask, knowing what he’ll say before he says it.

“Yeah, it would be,” he sits up, “I just don’t wanna risk it, if he knew it was you… I couldn’t be here right now..”

“Do you know for sure?” you peer up at him. “I mean, hell, when we go in August, you’ll have to tell him.”

“I can do that by then… I wanted to leave as soon as I turned eighteen but it’s too risky. Once I graduate, once I can leave then it doesn’t matter what I do.” he explains.

It’s no use to argue, it’s not truly your place even if him hiding you has taken a toll. “Okay… I, ya know.. I feel a little embarrassed, I’ve just never really cared before,” you start. “I mean I hadn’t really ever dated before so I guess I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”

Billy nods, fingertips grazing the curve of your breasts, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s understandable you don’t want to hide. I bet it’s got to be so hard to not have your hands all over me.”

“You’re the worst,” you sigh, but you mean the opposite. He knows, so he pulls you to cuddle, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings until you’re both ready for round two.

[coupleloosescrews]

Modern AU Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Word Count:1382

“This is stupid.”

“That’s not fair! Anything you don’t like automatically becomes stupid.”

It was a sight to behold really. Stomping down the busy city streets came a loud blond man and an even louder brunette. The blonde was none other than Caesar Zeppeli and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how he had allowed himself to be roped into this whole charade.

”You didn’t even give DJ’s a chance. We left after five minutes.”His loud mouthed companion, Joseph Joestar, whined, “You can’t walk through the doors of a bar, decide you hate the place and leave. You have to give it a chance, Caesar.”

”It’s your fault for thinking that I would actually be into a dive bar, Jojo. If you’re going to waste my time then at least pick somewhere that I’d like” The two had been bar hopping, or at least they would be if Caesar wouldn’t turn his nose up at every establishment they walked into.

He supposed he wasn’t being entirely fair. It wasn’t that he was so picky, not every bar was awful. Except for DJ’s, Caesar would much rather die than step foot into one more bar or club that almost exclusively relied on sports tv as their source of entertainment. Still, Caesar wasn’t the type of man that was opposed to a night out on the town, far from that really. He loved nothing more than a nice glass of wine and a dance with a beautiful woman but his heart just wasn’t in it tonight.

“Well, where do you suggest we go? Since you’re the life of the party,” Joseph threw his hands up exasperatedly.

Caesar stopped in his tracks at the question. Truth be told, he hadn’t expected it. He had expected Jojo to finally get tired of his attitude and then the two of them could return to their dorm and fall asleep in tense silence. It was a semi-common occurrence. What wasn’t common was for Joseph to actually ask for his opinion. It was unnerving but not unwelcome. It seemed he was serious about this night out.

“In that case,” Caesar trailed off, slowly walking ahead, assuming Jojo would follow “Come on”

——

Music not only filled the air, it vibrated through the building. It permeated everything within its reach. At least that’s how it felt to you from your seat at a club booth. You felt like you were shaking with each note. Like it was seeping into your very being and mutating your very DNA. You were not happy.

At all.

”Come on, cheer up, ”Called your friend from across the table. Susie Q wore an uncomfortable smile as she reached for your hand, flinching softly when you snapped it away from her, “I promise, the crowd really dies down with the night. I think you’ll enjoy yourself!”

Susie knew this wasn’t your type of scene. You knew that she knew and yet she still suggested coming out. And still, you were dumb enough to say yes.

You were never the social butterfly that the blonde girl was. Susie could make friends with anyone with just a smile, but you? Well, you weren’t unpleasant but you didn’t go out of your way to draw a crowd either. You preferred to keep to yourself, finding your own little world much more comforting. You were content with your family and a small group of friends, you never craved a marvelous social life.

Still, you deserved to have fun and admittedly going to the club sounded much funner in theory. Now sitting here with a blooming headache, you were beginning to question your judgment.

”Here, why don’t I go get us a couple of drinks?”Susie suggested, hoping you wouldn’t shoot her down. “Any requests?”

You sat silently for a second, staring off towards the wall. For a moment it seemed as if you hadn’t even heard her. After a moment, however, your shoulders sagged briefly as you mentally gave in. “Something sweet but strong..please”You finally responded, shouting out over the music.

You tried not to notice the soft smile on Susie Q’s face as she patted the table twice before jumping up and hopping off to the bar.

After she left you allowed yourself to finally look out over the club. A seemingly endless sea of bodies possessed the dance floor, swaying and moving in time with the thundering beats. Everywhere you looked it seemed like everyone was having the time of their lives. Why was it so easy for everyone else to enjoy themselves and yet you were left here miserable and overstimulated. You wanted to dance without a care in the world. You wanted to be like those people out there, meshing together as one. So why couldn’t you?

”(Y/N)!” Susie’s voice barely broke your musings and you looked up to see your friend, but this time she was flanked by a mystery man on either side. “I want to introduce you to Joseph and Caesar, they go to university with us.”As she introduced the two, she gestured to the brunette first then the blond second.

You were sure you’d recognized the taller of the two, Joseph you assumed, from your Biology 101 class. The two of you had been paired together early on in the semester during a lab and his organization skills had been abysmal, you remembered as much. This stranger though, you hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

Definitely wasn’t ugly though.

”It’s a pleasu-“

”Hey, we have biology together!”

You bit your cheek, doing your best to hide your disdain as they spoke at the same time. Only this time it wasn’t at the interaction as a whole but at the way that Caesar rolled his eyes with a huff, his face already turning red in irritation at the interruption. If this guy was friends with Joseph you felt kind of bad for him.

”We do.” You reached out to grab your drink without looking at Joseph. You looked at the electric blue concoction, raising your eyes to look up at Caesar. “The pleasure’s all mine” and with a small acknowledging smile you looked back down.

And if you missed the light flush gracing his features, well, that was okay.

——

Susie wasn’t lying to you. As the minutes ticked by it seemed as if the people fled along with them. It was half past midnight when you really realized the gaps between groups on the dance floor. The chatter that once filled the room was beginning to die down, leaving room for the music to fully take over. The decrease of action did the same for your nerves, and at long last you could finally relax. Finally the room became less of neon blur, more of the picture of an okay night out.

You’d gone through a couple of drinks and was halfway through your third one when you caught slender fingers tapping on the table out of the corner of your eye. Slender fingers led to a thick forearm which led to a softly smiling Caesar. He’d done this same action throughout the night when he wanted your attention. It was much easier than yelling at the top of his lungs.

”Would you want to dance? It’s not as packed out there anymore” Had he been paying attention? The two of you had mainly stuck to the table. Well, mainly you did when every now and then Caesar would trot off to the bar or off for the occasional dance. He would always come back though. Susie and Joseph however, they’d abandoned the table long ago. Truth be told, the two had disappeared into the sea of bodies earlier and had yet to return. You suspected you’d been ditched but still held out some hope.

”What do you say?” You hadn’t realized you’d zoned out until your eyes refocused

You looked off towards the center of the room, letting out a quiet sigh. “Oh what the hell”You mumbled to yourself before taking your new companion by the hand and dragging him off to dance, and unbeknownst to you, Caesar was sporting the biggest grin.

Maybe tonight wasn’t such a waste after all.

[thevoidstaredback]

So, I told you guys about the Minecraft server that's been having problems lately, right? The one that I'm salty about for several reasons, one of which being that I'm not able to do what I was told I would be doing.

Anyway, our admin (a long time friend of mine) announced this past Saturday that he would be ending the project. The main reason being that the people holding big roles (I would totally [user]name drop them, but I'm not gonna be that petty yet) have been bailing out literal hours before recording happens. Two of them have even been ghosting us all!

The problem is that I don't want to give this up. This project is something Admin has been dreaming about since we were in middle school. I've been helping him with this since I was in middle school (he in high school)(he's a year older than me). I want this to be a thing that happens because, and this is a little selfish, it's something I've been wanting to do, too.

Now, I've got two options. I can continue with this on my own, get everything set up before even approaching anyone about retrying; or I can talk to the others (Admin R, admin I, admin S, admin B, and myself (admin L)) and we can work together on retrying it. Either way, we have to be more cohesive.

This is where y'all come in. I need advice. Under the cut is a message I have drafted to send to the others, or at least Admin R. Will y'all let me know what you think about it? Anything I need to add or clarify?

Any advice is welcome because I don't normally have conversations like this, but I have before.

I'm also very stubborn about this. I will be doing this project with or without the others. It'll just be faster and funner with them.

If y'all don't really care, that's fine. Most, if not all, of you followed me for my writing, and I promise stuff is coming soon. But I can't go to my other socials with this because they follow my other socials and I don't want them knowing about this until I've got what I need/want to say sorted out. Regardless, a version of this message, if not this exact thing, is being sent out by noon tomorrow.

Y'know, I was thinking about the announcement from Sat. If we want to try and pick this up again in the future, doing an actual casting call would probably be our best bet. With a hard set schedule, the world built before even looking for voices, and a storyline to follow (if we don't wanna improv our way through)

It wouldn't even have to be paid roles! A casting call between friends to see who would be best where would be fine as long as we have a set schedule that eveeyone knows to follow. Like when putting on shows for school, except the rehearsals would be recording episodes. (Same with crew calls, because having a set crew and a set cast is always good)

If we do end up going with the paid route, we'd have to establish ourselves and a channel first so we can actually pay people.

This is, of course, in the scenario that we actually wanna do something like this again. If we do, we have to delegate and communicate between ourselves, and whoever joins us, better. A lot better

I think our problem was that we held too high expectations for this project. Expectations aren't bad, they're great, even! But there's a bar that we set that we couldn't reach for several reasons.

I get it, life happens, stuff gets in the way. That's where we fell apart, I think. No one was communicating with anyone, and when people did talk, it was sporadic with hours to days between messages. Last minute schedule changes across the board that wouldn't have been last minute if we'd all communicated better.

I have the most time out of all of us, I'm pretty sure, as well as several large followings in different places. I can take on a lot more than the others because of that free time and ability to reach as long as you let me. If we want to retry this, it'll take a while to set up, but I believe we could.

[hiphopcherrrypop]

IT'S NEGAPOSI ANGLER THURSDAY YET AGAIN!

what did you think of today's episode?

hapy negaposi thursday!!!!

not to say i disliked it buttt it fell a little flat to me compared to the other epsss... i didn't super enjoy the narrated/documentary style format.. i think an issue i also had was that i set the expectation for myself that it would follow closer to how last ep ended! it felt like the fishing parts were slower this ep too, if i was into fishing i probably would've enjoyed it more lolll... but alas i have never touched a fishing rod in my life 😭😭

i liked the group scenes this ep a lot though!! i love seeing hiro enjoying himself it just makes me saur happy..... he acts a lot more comfortable with the others ☹���🫶🫶

this part with him smiling i acctually had to pause to punch the wall for a moment like boy u are too cute omfg….

alsooo kozue and takaaki have a funner dynamic than i expected!!! they're so playful with each other i thought it was very cute!!! i really liked the scene where kozue was stressing about needing him to help her with the sabiki rig 😭😭

hana is so good at irking him i'm giggling.

takaaki backstory WHEN 😭!!! hiro “doctor said i’m gonna die in 2 yrs” info drop WHEN 😭!!!

[nakasumi-sims]

Neal Ward for @jonquilyst Total Drama Sims 2

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Aspiration: Master Actor

Traits: Loner and Active

Hometown: Del Sol Valley

Likes: Acting, Media Production, Painting, Junk Food, His Brother, Pranks, Movies

Dislikes: Pipe Organ, Authority Figures

Skills: Acting - 3/ Comedy - 2 /Dancing - 1 / Fitness - 3/ Logic - 2/ Media Production - 3 /Mischief - 2 / Painting - 5 /Skiiing - 3 /Snowboarding - 3 /Vampire Lore - 2

Neal is the son of superstars Judith Ward and Merrick Koizumi. Him and his twin brother, Gabriel, are the product of a Hollywood marriage only meant to mutually boost their parents' careers, and they just happened on accident. Judith wanted some new young arm candy as a fame boost and Merrick wanted someone to leech fame off of to accelerate his career.

While accomplishing their own goals, the twin boys were an afterthought. Neal and Gabriel were mostly left to their own devices. They were mostly raised by a revolving door of nannies, but every so often Merrick would make time for them and visit since Judith wouldn't even change their diapers.

"'Sup I'm Neal Ward. You've probably heard of renown actress Judith Ward, yea? That's good ol mommy dearest. Is she as bad as everyone says? For the most part, yea. As for my dad, you'd know him as the famous model, actor, and singer Merrick Koizumi. And no, just in case you're afraid, I didn't inherit the vampire genes. Buuuuut I might still bite ya if you ask."

"Honestly, I'd rather be left alone with Gabriel. We're twins if you couldn't tell. Mom and dad weren't really expecting us, but as mom says, 'oh good two at the same time, they can entertain each other and I don't have to do anything!' Mommy dearest only really made time for us if we needed to make her look good. I was happy to get attention after dad noticed I was into art so it was fun when he visited. He always encouraged me to pursue my art. Yet he also had this like ridiculous air of jealousy about it? I dunno. I didn't really give a crap. He's funner to be around than mom, but he's more of a weird friend than a dad. They're both too dramatic and self absorbed, but he cares more than her. We live in Del Sol with mom in her mansion while dad lives in his weird house over in Forgotten Hallow. I did run away from the mansion with Gabriel a few times to Forgotten Hallow to try and live with dad instead, but there's like no food or anywhere to sleep except for a couple of uncomfortable benches.

Most of my life, my brother and I have spent a lot of our time on sets or playing different sports together. We're both active, but the only team I'd want to be on is his. He's the one who wants to get into extreme sports and we always have a good time surfing and snowboarding together. He's better at it than me, but that's fine."

"My dream is to become an actor like my parents so I can be better than them at their own game. It's not completely out of spite though. I really do love acting. It's such a thrill to be on stage and performing. The feeling you get when shaking someone to their very core when you finish a scene is exhilarating and you just feel so powerful. However, being in the shadows of my parents sucks. I'm so done with anything I do being compared to them. It makes it really irritating to interact with anyone new cause it's always about them. Tch, at least I got Gabriel and no one is gonna be able to separate us."

One day, while Neal was wandering around the studio lots, he came across the abandoned lot that was planned to be the set for TDS2! Stunned, he ran back to Gabriel to tell him about his find and then they ran back to the set Judith was shooting her latest movie. They both told her of the find in excited unison to have the news revealed to them by her agent that Judith was sending Neal to be on the show! She said, quote, "Those two needed some separation they're ridiculously close and only keep to themselves. I just wanted them to get away from each other for awhile...and me. I got more to film overseas so I'm letting that show babysit Neal while Gabriel goes to Mt. Komorebi to train with some sports reality show. They get a place to sleep and food so what else do they need? It also spreads the Ward name so he better win or at least not get kicked off until I'm done shooting. I'm so glad I don't have to drag them around with me for awhile. Toodles, boys! Have fun!"

They were both devastated at the news of being separated for the time being. How could they function without each other after doing everything together for their entire short lives?! Neal watched as the private jet whisked Gabriel away with tears. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? This could be his opportunity to break free from his parents' shadows and into his own spotlight. Forget the names Judith Ward and Merrick Koizumi! Now is Neal Ward's time to shine and rise to fame!

Other info:

Neal got his necklace from Merrick. It's made from blood. It was given to him on his 5th birthday in hopes that eventually he would be a vampire like his father, which never happened. Gabriel also had a matching one, but lost it in the ocean while surfing.

Neal's never really thought about his sexuality and preferences before, but would say he's pansexual like his dad. Anything's a possibility if he's willing to open up to someone that's not his brother.

Neal has some editing skills and has a youtube channel where he vlogs with his brother. Most people like it to get insight on behind the scenes on film and tv sets, but there's also quite a few who follow just to get glimpses or pester him with questions about Judith or Merrick. It does throw him off especially since Merrick has his own youtube channel they could go to.

He does have a bit of his parents' power hungry tendencies even if he doesn't think so.

Their parents split the naming responsibilities so Neal was named by Judith and Gabriel was named by Merrick

He is fully human and didn't inherit any vampire traits. Same with Gabriel, but this ain't about him lmao

Besides nannies, a lot of the time, he got he meals from the cast and crew tables from sets he was on.

He doesn't think too highly of authority

Always down to pull pranks. He used to do a lot of them with Gabriel (especially the ol twin switcharoo but that stopped once Neal changed his hair)

[partyanimal167]

Flashbacks- Crocodile x GN!Reader

I haven't written for my nice man in weeks, so what better way to start the new year than a Croco fic? I should try to write a multi-chap fic with him this year, but I don't have any solid ideas yet. Maybe once I finish my ATSV fic.

I wanted to play around with a reader who was closer in age to Croc again. I like the potential of old enemies, but just thinking about an older crew mate seemed even funner. Maybe I'll develop this idea more in future. I think this will just be like a preview tbh.

CW: pre-canon, ftm Crocodile, possible ooc Crocodile since he's younger, slight age gap, Crocodile's history, sfw

Crocodile had ambitions. He knew he was going to be the greatest. He just didn't expect it to be awhile before others would see it too.

He didn't thank you for better binding material, and you hadn't expected it.

Crocodile knew you would cause him trouble when you threw a thick roll of bandages at him after he took longer than normal in the bath. "You're gonna hurt yourself with what you're doing now. Try this." He never told you about himself, but it seemed like you knew. That made him uncomfortable already.

You had been on the crew longer and laughed loudly when a overly-confident young man tried to rob your captain of her bag when she was out drinking late. She easily avoided the homemade knife prosthetic and broke the blade off with her bare hands. You were ready to beat the shit out of the man, but the captain laughed and invited him to join.

Crocodile was annoying at first. Like any other newbie.

He thought it was a pain, but you figured it to be a neat tool.

On the sea, he tried to fight and argue with the captain which lead him to receiving his fair share of scoldings and punishments. Not many looked out for him, and you didn't think you cared either until a sea king flung the boy into the water, and he sunk like a brick.

Of course, he didn't tell anyone about his devil fruit.

~~~

Soon, you were giving him suggestions on how to fight even if a bullet couldn't do any damage. Crocodile was still a bothersome brat to everyone else, but he listened to you if you had something to say.

It took him awhile to grow into his ambitions and goals, but you decided to watch and see how he faired over the years.

You laid low after the captain's sudden death. It was a hard battle, and the crew disbanded. The years went by.

A shoreside bar had your patronage every day. It heard your old sea stories and hosted your poker nights. The days drifted easily, but the scent of that particular cigar smoke threw memories of your captain your way, and you had a to double-check your pulse when you saw who was stomping through the bar.

Pirates were nothing new, so this rowdy bunch that jeered at civilians and swung around swords didn't intimidate you.

"What's the pot, misses?" one generic man laughed as he pointed a dagger at you and gestured towards your night's winnings. You yawned bored and finished off your beer. "Hey! I outta-,"

The chair screeched on the old wooden floor as you pushed back and leaned to peek at the bar. "May life's party go on,"

There was a pause before a deep voice finished the saying. "-even after my smoke clears."

Your smile was wide as you pushed passed the men and stood behind a tall figure in a fur coat. "Long time, no see youngster."

~~~

You didn't flinch when Crocodile shot at the man who tried to mug you. He must have been new on the crew or something--maybe just an extra body, but he joined you at your table as you shuffled cards, and the bar carried on.

"Looks like you've got some things going for you, kid." you chuckled as you filled the man's mug.

Despite his more mature appearance, he scoffed at you easily. "Will you ever stop calling me that! You're not that much older than me." He went quiet again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. He then went for his lighter, but you beat him to it with your own.

"I thought captain told you not to pick up her habits." you chided simply.

The man glared at you before leaning away from your flame. "I could say the same to you." he took a puff. "Her smoke's carrying on though."

You sighed and leaned on your palm. "Yeah sure has. I hear they're thinking about making you a warlord. Must be causing them problems." you chuckled. Crocodile only grunted and you two continued to sit in silence for awhile.

It was only until your mug was brought back to your lips when Crocodile spoke again. "How come you never-,"

"Went back out there?" you finished the sentence and giggled. "You're not the first one to find me and ask." You seemed to have left it at that for a while. The two of you continued on with your slow card game and coping habits. "Nothing feels quite like those old adventure days. Captain took me in young; I only wanted to be in her crew. Who else would have me in theirs?"

"You can join mine." and Crocodile says it so easily, yet you knew he was being sincere. "You could cause chaos out there if you wanted to. I know you know the secrets. We'd be unstoppable." though his words were calm and confident, you looked at Crocodile and saw the teenage boy who didn't know the hardships of the world--only the whispers of treasure and fame.

"Go be unstoppable without me, Crocodile." you smiled gently. "Maybe I'll join you when I'm ready." The man wasn't pleased with your answer, but he knew he couldn't force you to do anything. He may be bigger and stronger now, but you had his respect. He winced when you pinched his cheek to snap him out of his head.

"Enough about me! Look at you!" you poked at his firm arms. "You certainly toughened up and look like yourself."

"Oi!"

Crocodile knew what you were referring to, and a slight red dusted his cheeks. "I had some help..." he muttered.

The night went on with you two reminiscing and Crocodile filling you in on his adventures. His crew seemed more hired hands than bonded, so you wondered what other misfortunes the man experienced that he didn't tell you. A rookie captain faces many trials and tribulations. You smiled gently while the man talked about his latest and conquests and plans. You half-listened, but your mind drifted back to years ago when you two bickered, fought, laughed, and danced. It was weird growing older and drifting apart.

But the smoke carries on with memories never truly disappearing.

~~~

Okay! I definitely liked this one.

I think I'll pocket this idea for a mini-series later in the year. I want to explore the old times and adventures of Crocodile. There's a lot of potential with writing his backstory and him becoming the character we know now.

Thanks for reading!