#marriott buttons

[chimeofthecomet]

for an art request... maybe marriott buttons? or any of the marriott girls? :0

the her,,,

[crystaltreebee]

I’ve never seen this head canon so I’m just going to toss this out here-

intersex & genderqueer Buttons <3

mostly masc presenting but it fluctuates

[undescribed1mage]

modern buttons only wears clothing with buttons on them. btw

the vision ^^^

[thats-our-cue-girls]

Day 7: Free Day

I don't know much about Marriott Newsies, but I wanted to draw these guys together.

[frenchcurious]

Damon Hill, Rick Parfitt (Status Quo) and two promo girls - Honda RA106 Honda RA806E 2.4 V8 (#12 Jenson Button) London Marriott Hotel, London, UK. 2006. - source F1 Old and New.

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

Wrong Hotel Room

Kara was walking around this hotel. It seemed like your normal Marriott type hotel but it held a weird magic power that could effect the people staying there in various ways.

Kara went into her room and as she went in she saw the things in her room change. Her clothing became folded up male button up shirts. Khakis. And she looked at her shoes on the ground changing into size 13 men’s shoes.

Kara was shocked but in the coming moments her body began to grow and get larger. Muscles filled out. Her breasts became pecs, as a dusty of hairs appeared on them and went down to her hardening stomach.

He felt a pulling sensation as his new cock formed between his thickening legs, as his feet began to grow and expand. The toes thickened and heels became calloused. They broke out of his small sandals, as Kara looked the mirror to see his face changing in front of his eyes.

Hank watched as his hair receded and finished changing. His face aged and changed as his features became more mature and into his 40s. His hairline receded upward, as blue trunks appeared on his legs. Hank’s mind quickly reset as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Time to get a swim in” he said thinking about going to the hotels pool.

[icyfox17]

HELP THIS WAS MEANT FOR TOMMIE 😭😭 IMS RORYFFUFIGKF

2021 MAY?!#??#!! NAURRR RHEY SHOULD COLLAB AGAIN BLZ FOR MY OWN MENTAL HEALTH 🙏🙏🙏

MY FRIEND

I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS

[theesirenteller]

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Epiphany wondered if other women ever experienced the heartbeat-like throbbing against their pearl and the quivering, almost pins and needles feeling down the slit of the lips whenever a (painfully) alluring man was around. She couldn't help but feel so…slutty. Her shimmery g-string clung to her dripping wet cunt as she squeezed her thighs together. Rio's voice was the liquidation of sex. No doubt she could get off on solely his voice, "What's a girl like you doin' with a trainwreck like ole girl?" the words poured from his lips like smooth whiskey,

"What are you doing with Booby-Betty Crocker? " She challenged him with a sultry grin, "Is that some type of humiliation, corruption kink?" His robust laughter was contagious. It caused giggles to escape her lips as she grinned. The midnight wind blew through her hair as he drove down the streets of Chicago.

"Yeah, something like that," Rio smirked as his dark eyes glanced her way. Ranking across her face and down to her breast.

"Well…" Her shea-butter brown eyes trailed from his neck tattoo to his lips, "I don't let me get in trouble with the boss."

"You already are, Honey"

Epiphany was no stranger to the Marriott hotel. It always was a cushiony place that worked for when she needed to service some middle-aged sap for some quick cash. This time was slightly different. She wasn't meeting some John but hooking up for the sole purpose of fulfilling lust. The pair stood beside one another in the hotel's crowded elevator. Rio slightly angled a few inches behind her. His hand laid against the middle of her lower back, causing a tingly sensation to slither down her spine to between her legs. Inhaling his cologne, a slight smile fell on her lips. His scent was comforting in the most fascinating way. Epiphany anticipated how his skin would feel against hers. The transition from the elevator to the hotel room felt like a blur. Honestly, it was.

Everything felt so miniscule when her lips hungrily indulged in his. His lips moved deeply against hers. Rio's large yet steady hands grasped firmly to the back of her neck and head. He didn't do 'kissing' but she was far too pretty not to kiss. His large hands embraced her full breasts with a firm squeeze that caused her nipples to harden.

His cool, calm, and calculated demeanor made her feel so frantic and feral; so much so that she could barely hold herself back from yanking the black button-down shirt off his almond-shaded skin. Epiphany felt like a lion's prey the moment his arms clasped around her body, One arm wrapped around her shoulders; which he used to push her closer to his body until they were chest to breast. His opposite arm wrapped around her waist with a hand laid across her ass. His lips pressed against hers firmly as they ravished each other's mouths. Tongued plunging further into one another's mouths, colliding and licking against each other wildly. The silky fabric she wore around her hips to cover her soaked mound was ripped from her and his long, lanky fingers plunged into her. Shallow moans escaped her mouth that grew into whiny whimpers between her shaky breaths. The warmth of his mouth rose pebble-like goosebumps to her skin as he kissed and licked against her neck, all the way down to her collarbone. Epiphany could hear him inhale her pheromones as she felt his nose pressed against the corner of her throat. He drummed his fingers into her pussy. Deep, slow, scissoring motions with the pads of his fingers rubbing against her soaked lining caused Epiphany's hips to buckle against his hand, "o-ooh1 uuhh" Her hands grasped at his shoulders as their tongues met.

She could taste the burn of bourbon off of his mouth as the saliva from his tongue dripped into her mouth. Ravenously, his lips overlapped hers as his large hands grasped hold of the back of her thighs. His arms cradled her closer tugging her lower half off the bed as his tongue plunged down her throat, Rio abruptly rammed into her with one plunging thrust. With such force that Epiphany's whole body trembled. Her thighs latched against his waist with a 'slap'. The tips of her nails dug into the blades of her shoulders as a muffled moan escaped her mouth. whew, His long length was as thick and quite fat. He wasn't anything like Epiphany expected. No, he was so much better than that. Stuffing her fully with thunderous thrusts that were anything but sweet. Deep and rapid she felt the force of them in the small creases of her hips and the bottom pit of her stomach.

" Ahh! O.. Oh!! ¡Dios mío!" she cried out against Rio's mouth. Their saliva slipped off the side of her now pouty lips. The fatty curved tip of his dick stroked against her g spot deep in the odyssey of her pool of moisture. Hot tears started to trickle down her face as her mind grew fuzzy. She couldn't think, only feel. She only sank further into the addictive pleasure that burned within their bodies.

The heavy weight of his bulge pressed heavily against her core as their bodies sank into the depth of the mattress. His hand grasped at the base of her throat as he darkly chuckled against the side of her mouth, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses behind his shallow breaths. "aw mamacita lo estás haciendo muy bien por mí" He praised into her ear like a secret only they shared. Her legs trembled violently as she grew sweaty, and flushed with desire. Feeling fully exposed. There was no prep for being this close. Like exposure therapy, she was thrown into this and desperately wanted more. He paid attention to every detail of her body. Biting at her nipples, licking and sucking along both her breast and neck. Squeezing at the sides of her ass as he pierced ravenously into her soaked, slippery center.

Rio was swallowed by her warmth and she was stuffed with his girth. Her hands clasped to the back of his shoulders with an iron grip as her meaty thighs were spread wide. His palms laid flat against her inner thighs as he mounted her. His pulsating cock stroked tenderly within her at an animalistic pace that caused heat to pool within the pit of her stomach. Hunger, Lust, and her arousal coated his length like strawberries dipped in chocolate. The painful pleasure he brought onto her was addictive. Like a hot blade running along bare skin. Epiphany came so hard that her nude, sweat-glistened body jolted up against his. The mouth of her arousal ached as his thrusts only increased in intensity. Bruises formed against her hips as his nails and fingertips dug into her soft flesh.

With one swift and sharp plunge, Rio rammed every inch of his thick-cut right-inch cock inside her. Filling her up whole. Epiphany let out a thunderous wail. " ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀! "

She felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. Her body felt electrified with pins and needles as if she'd been thrown into ice-cold water. his hips began to speed up in movement and force. Ravishing her dripping wet punani viciously with a ball's deep thrust. That caused tears to spill from her eyes as her hips snapped upwards and her back bent. " Mmff! Unnf." she cried out. Her hands smacked against the tatted sides of his forearms as her nails clawed against them.

He grabbed her left leg lifting it so her foot was by his head. A tight grip to her neck as he leaned against her thigh making it so she was stretching out as he pressed weight against her. His pelvis crashed forward at a Vicious pace as the curved tip of cock drilled into her sweet spot. Jackhammering into her pussy caused sweat droplets to form against his skin. His dark eyes drank in the way her large breasts bounced wildly. her thighs and curves jiggled due to the harsh impact.

Epiphany's lips trembled as her whole body shook. An out-of-body experience had taken over her and it became overwhelming. Her words are incoherent and nothing but gibberish. The tight knots that were deep in her womb were broken. her core feeling shattered as she came messily. Spilling down his balls and inner thighs like a leaky faucet. Her whole face turned hot. Her hair stuck to her neck and back. The pressure applied to her neck was added and as soon as her lips parted, his long digits were stuffed into her mouth. His right hand grasped a fistful of her hair as he tugged at it. Her head snapped back as her teary eyes looked into his obsidian ones.

Rio viciously bottomed out every time before he’d pull back. “coño.” he cursed, his grunts were low and came up from his throat. they sounded animalistic yet hot. She felt so good if made him feel possessive. Her moans and muffled whines grew louder the moment his hand moved from her neck to her clit. Pinching and smacking at the bundle of nerves that made her squirt against his palm.

Epiphany began to convulse with overstimulation as both of her legs were lifted and pinned against the headboard, "Please!" she begged. It all felt like too much. Too good. Her heartbeat pounded against her chest almost matching his animalistic thrusts. She swore she was being fucked to death. If she died this way…then well..she'd die happily. But he never did. His pelvis rotated up as he mounted her. Violently rutting into her continuously. His balls bounced off the thickness of her plump ass. His hands slipped down her legs before greedily groping onto her ass.

The gangster's eyes nearly rolled back as he hollowed out groans of pleasure. Truly in a state of pussy drunken bliss. His fingers tugged her pussy lips apart enough to fondle and rub his thumbs along them as he pulled out of her warm center. Shamelessly painting thighs with his cum as he sucked harder against her breast.

It was safe to say that Epiphany thought about him and night of sinful pleasure for the next two weeks. She still could smell his cologne. His touch was embedded into her skin. The ticklish pecks of his facial hair she could still feel against her neck. Not just the night but the following mid-morning. He was very smooth, sweet, and polite. They had spent an hour together after their separate showers. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee were what they both ordered. The meal they shared was accompanied by casual conversation with light flirting and silly jokes. Everything was light-hearted and he was sweet enough to book her an Uber with a kiss on the cheek before their farewell. Time moved fast after that. She didn't see him at the strip club which was a bummer and the university was kicking her ass. Epiphany didn't forget him but life just moved on.

On a Wednesday afternoon, The dancer sighs to herself in aggravation as she reads over her manipulation and persuasion textbook. She was drowning in notes and her eyes were dry with soreness from overanalyzing everything. Her phone dinged at the perfect time causing her to pipe up and check her texts. "Hey chica, we need some sugar for Topper's rager.' that one had been from one of her dance class friends and another message came from Annie asking to meet up at Regina's diner. 'Got u' she texted first before agreeing to meet up with Annie.

Epiphany then proceeded to change out of her fluffy cheetah print pjs and put on the quickest fashion ensemble she could find. Which was a green-apple-colored Juicy Couture tracksuit and black fur-trimmed kitten heel sandals. She only had the strength to pull her messy curls into a sleek high ponytail. Oversized Chanel shades covered her tired eyes as Epiphany left her apartment. During the Uber ride to the diner, she popped three edible gummies into her mouth. Her phone buzzed as she chewed slowly.

'Rainforest Cafe. Friday midnight, u down?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or in this case, think of him. The back of her neck grew hot just like the sides of her face. 'See you there.' she texted in response just as she reached her destination. Epiphany skipped happily into the diner with a smile across her face. Her smile began to dim down as she noticed at the booth with her head down.

"What's up with you?" Epiphany immediately questioned with a raised brow as she slipped into the seat across from the younger Boland sister. A frown slowly formed across her face as she watched Annie wipe her tears away.

"Oh, you know just, baby whales dying." Annie joked before shaking her head, "It's just…Sadie's mostly at his father's house again and Beth well…she's been busy since she became councilwoman between that and gang friend. It's been rough since I got out of jail. Lonely, mostly."

Before Epiphany could utter a word the waitress had come and asked for their orders. Both women decided on curly-fried and sunny-side eggs. Epiphany then turned back to her friend. "That sucks. I'm sorry about that. What happened to your EMT job offer?" Based on the look of dread on Annie's face; the question was answered without words. "Well fuck that do something else. You're funny, do some comedy shit at nightclubs. Maybe do something working with old people. I don't know, use your weird ass wits to bring someone some joy." Epiphany suggested.

"Gee, thanks." Annie smiled before excitement flashed across her eyes, "I used to have this friend named Marion. She was the sweetest old lady and I considered her to be my nana. We were close up until she passed. Maybe I could get into that again."

"Yeah. Honestly just live your life doing whatever the fuck you want. And when you get lonely, put on some skin-tight jeans and find un papi chulo para besar. " Epiphany's dialectic switch made Annie laugh and high-five her.

The women spend their afternoon eating and cracking jokes and midway into their meal, Rio came up in the conversation. "Opening night…did you and your gang friend hook up?" Annie asked.

Epiphany chewed on her eggs with a closed mouth and a smirk swept across her lips. Annie gasped dramatically with wide eyes. "Holy fucking shit. I thought you were bluffing."

The Latina snorted and shook her head, "Not even in my wildest dreams would I bluff about wanting to get railed by a man like that." Epiphany then snapped her manicured nails and pointed at Annie, "And don't go spreading it to your sister, yeah? Whatever she and he got going on isn't any of my business and whatever I do with him isn't her business."

Annie sighed but nodded "I get it. I had an affair once too…It's just that they're together and work together. We all kinda work together but I think they're like officials this time." Annie personally didn't get or understand the full extent of her sister and gang friend's relationship. Beth never gossiped about it now that the kids and dean were gone. Also, sometimes there was beef and then there wasn't. and Annie ended up being caught in the middle every time.

The thought of the rotted mayo-looking councilwoman and Rio just left a bad aftertaste in Epiphany's mouth. "Apples to Oranges babes. Don't think too much into it or get too caught up in it." she shrugged. And with that, she paid half of their tab before heading to do some shopping. Epiphany most definitely needed new outfit choices for Friday.

[buzzyb33]

please please please i need some james marriott smut im starving f reader pls

Of course! James is literally my favourite of all time I’m so obsessed with him! Sorry I do try to stick to my routine though so sorry!

Prompt: you and James have been dating for around four months, you two perfect, you sweet and soft, him kind and loving. As you and James have an especially heated session you admit to him your a virgin and he promises to take care of you. 🤭

Warnings: SMUT!!!!, virgin!reader, details of sex, swearing, condom sex I guess, oral sex, pet names, praise,

James had his hand on my cheek as he kissed me, his body towering down as I was almost on my tiptoes, arms around his neck and eyes closed.

He pushed me lightly against the wall as the kiss became more lasting.

“James, James.” I say gently as he pulls away and he smiles at me warily.

We was in his room, my back against his wall.

“Yeah? Are you okay?” He responds gently.

“Yeah- yeah, I just- I want to ge something off my mental.” I breath out, still catching my breath.

He looked at me with his rosey cheeks, disheveled hair and hazel eyes.

“Course..” he murmurs as his lips go gently to my neck.

I smile as he crouches down to do so- my heart racing.

“Baby- I know you’re a pro but please be gentle- cause I’ve never done this before..” I say nervously and he pulls back to look at me.

“You’ve never had sex?”

I look down almost ashamed as heat rushes to my cheeks, shaking my head in response.

He picks my head up with his thumb in my chin and smiles.

“It’s okay- I’ll- take care of you, are you sure you want to?” He questions gently.

“I’m sure.”

He nods and pulls me onto his bed, placing me on his lap, facing him.

He gets back to work on my lips, his hands sliding up and down my waist.

I let my eyes close and my lips move with his.

“N/n- are you sure?” He asks again, his face a tone of seriousness.

“James, I’m sure.” I smile and place my hand gently on his chest.

He nods and pulls my shirt over my head.

I breath out into his mouth as he works on his own button up shirt.

He discards it to the floor and placed his calloused hand the the back of my head, tangling it with my long hair.

He pulls his mouth away and smiles at me.

I smile back with a flushed face, now chest to chest, his left hand still firmly on my waist.

He looks into my eyes and pushes my head to his, he closes his eyes as our lips touch again, just with less passion and more love.

I smile into the kiss and let my hands work on his belt, as I finish with that he flips us over so I’m underneath him.

He pulls down his jeans- his forearms either side of my head.

My pale face is a beyond colour of red, I can actually feel it in the tips of my ears.

I exhale as he kisses his way down to my thighs, gently undoing the button of my cargos and shimmying them down my thighs until my white cotton panties are on show to him.

He looks up into my eyes for consent and I nod, throwing my head back on his pillows as he removes my panties which where already damp form slick.

He groans lightly before burying his face between my thighs, the feeling phenomenal.

I instantly arch my back into his tongue as he does laps on my pussy, his nose nudging my clit.

I let out whines, my mind at bliss and more than happy that James was going to be my first time

I reach down and tug at his hair, causing his to groan into my pussy, the vibrations almost enough to send me over the edge.

“James..” I whine out, feeling myself getting closer.

His beard rubs against my thighs, sure to leave scratches.

He keeps going until my grip on his hair is deathly and my back is fully off the mattress, my whines now more high pitched and my breath more ragged.

Just as I feel myself almost tip to the edge, he pulls away, looking into my eyes as his juices lay glistening on his beard.

“Good girl..” he says as he wipes his mouth, leaning up and kissing me, I taste myself on his lips which makes me open my eyes to see him starting right back at me.

My chest tightened at that and I smiled into the kiss.

I can see how hard he is through his boxers, a spot of pre-cum soaking into the fabric.

As he goes back to his first position with his forearms on either side of my head I sit up slightly and he meets my eyes, I lean down to remove his boxers his cock springing free.

He can clearly see my eyes widen- he’s big, and he knows he is.

He breathe as he reaches into his nightstand drawer pulling out a condom, he lets his eyes lock with mine as he rips it with his teeth, rolling it down his length.

I maintain the eye contact with my heart racing as his top teases my entrance, he pushes in and I bite my lip back.

I exhale and wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, adjusting to his size I bite the inside of my cheek.

“You’re doing so good darling..” he murmurs as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, my breaths becoming more shallow and whiny.

“James..” I whine again and he keeps his slow pace, gripping the sheets as I grip the back of his neck.

“Fucking hell, n/n you feel- great..” he grunts out before I match my heavy breathing with his low groans and grunts.

He speeds up his pace and brings both of his hands to my waist, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his hips moving I a rhythm as my ankles lock at his tailbone.

I let out whimpers of pain and pleasure- a mix due to his size.

“James this is a lot-“ I mumble gently, my stomach twisting in a bit so familiar knot of pleasure.

“I know darling, you’re doing so good, I promise I’d take c- care of you and I am aren’t I?” He cuts himself off a couple times through his sentence to let out groans.

I nod my head desperately, now used the feeling it’s like pure bliss, the knot getting tighter and tighter in my stomach.

“James..” I say his name again.

“I think I’m-“ he cuts me off with a quick nod.

“Yeah- together, we can.. try hold out just a bit more..”

His pace fastens again and I grip onto him, my moans coming out louder.

“You can let go- fuck- darling it’s okay” he says as I oblige, cumming onto him as he spills into the condom, his grunts low.

He lets his head hang as he rolls off of me, pulling out and taking his condom off, tying it and putting it in the bin he rolls to his side to face me.

“You did- great n/n- I swear..” he murmurs as I bring myself to his chest.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” He asks softly as he holds me, his boxers back up and same for my panties.

“No thank you- I’m uh, glad you was my first time.” I say the last part in a quieter tone, just enough for him to hear.

“I’m glad you trust me enough.” He kisses my forehead and let’s me hold him, nuzzling myself into his chest.

“We can have a nap then order food when we wake up, yeah?” I nod and he hums lightly.

We fall asleep tight in each others embrace.

A/n

Had me giggling and everything 🤭🤭

Three days and there should be another tobi!!

Requests are open!

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[adiduck]

Only one bed; "I really thought it would be bigger."

(Alright, let's goooooo)

"I really thought it would be bigger," Mav says, as the two of them stare at the trailer that had just been hauled into Mav's new hangar and steered up against the wall.

Ice takes a deep, deep breath, and contemplates his life and choices.

...Yeah, he's going to engage. Of course he is. "Why did you think it would be bigger?" he asks, feeling a bit fatalistic about it. "The specs were on the ad."

"That's true," Mav says.

"You're a trained engineer and a pilot who regularly has to estimate distances in his head," Ice points out.

"Also true," Mav responds.

Ice waits for further elaboration.

Mav does not elaborate further, instead wandering over to his brand new trailer and opening the door. "Huh," he says, squinting inside. "Well, the mattress is about what I was expecting, at least."

Ice shuts his eyes. "I'm getting a hotel," he announces, and pulls out his phone.

Mav whips around. "Wait! No, no, Ice, it's really not that bad--"

"How old is the mattress you are proposing we sleep on?" Ice interrupts.

Mav looks exceedingly sheepish.

"I am six foot even," Ice continues. "Will I even fit on this questionably aged and clean mattress in the trailer that was smaller than you expected?"

More silence.

"And," Ice finishes, taking a swing at the final metaphorical nail on the coffin, "do you have any other beds here?"

"I can probably clean it," Mav says.

"Right," Ice says, and hits the concierge button on his Marriott app. "Hello," he says when he picks up. "I'd like a room at the nearest Marriott to China Lake Naval Base, beginning tonight, please."

"Excellent, Admiral Kazansky," the woman on the other end of the line says. "Do you have a preference for the type of room?"

"A single king sized bed," Ice drawls, glaring at Mav pointedly.

"One moment--okay, there's a room available," the woman says cheerfully. "For how long?"

Ice looks around the hangar, then at the trailer. "Let's say a week," he says.

"Right, you're all set," the woman informs him. "Thank you for being a platinum customer, Admiral Kaznsky!"

"No problem," Ice says, and hangs up. Then he pulls up the address on his phone and starts walking to his car.

"Ice, come on," Mav starts--

"Get in the car," Ice interrupts him.

Mav pauses. "...I'm invited?" he checks?

"Oh, yes," Ice says. "I burned a week of leave to help you fix up a hangar in the desert. I expect you to make that up to me."

He opened the car door. "Move it, Mitchell."

Mav gets to the car door so fast, Ice is pretty sure he teleports.

[breezy141]

OPENING UP - james marriott masterlist

tw/ mention of sexual assault! || as this kind of hit close to home, i thought i would write a little something that myself and many others (unfortunately) could relate to. sometimes reading/hearing something come from a comfort person can really help.

the camera appeared so daunting now that you were about to start explaining what happened to you. as much as you didn’t want to have to explain what you went through as a young teen, you felt you owed your fans and followers an explanation.

stupidly, you started distancing yourself away from every social media platform without a reason. which of course, led to people making assumptions and spreading rumours about why you were gone for so long.

the reality was, it was starting to take a deeper toll on you due to the time of year; causing you to have such a lower outlook on life, your motivation levels were horrendous.

with much talking with james, your boyfriend, you both decided it would be best to explain what’s happened so it can be done with for once and for all. he gave you some words of encouragement before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom so you felt more comfortable.

exhaling deeply, you pressed the record button and started off with a simple hello, giving a trigger warning and explaining what you would be talking about. you knew this was about to be a raw and emotional video so you apologised in advance.

then, you started. the further you went on, the more tears fell. trying your hardest, you simplified the story as much as possible so it was less to edit and less of a watch time.

once you were finished, you sobbed into your hands uncontrollably. much to your luck, james had heard and had entered the room; wrapping his arms around you. he didn’t dare say a word, not yet. he waited, and waited, he waited for how ever long it took for your sobs to dull and your tears to slow.

“i’m sorry darling” is all he said once you had burnt yourself out, you leaned into his chest. “i want the thoughts to stop, i can still feel their hands on my skin. i hate it, i hate it james” james wanted to cry with you, but he promised you and the people around him that he would be there for you, in any way shape or form.

“i know baby, i know.” he rubbed his hands up and down the side of your arm “i need you to know it wasn’t your fault, it was never your fault, and it will never be your fault” you closed your eyes and listened to his sweet words.

“wanna know a fact? every twenty eight days your skin sheds from his dead cells. that’s about thirty thousand cells every minute. which means, you are free from them. they touch is no longer on you. you are clean and you are safe”

he’s right, he’s completely right. every skin cell that that person had assaulted, is gone. it’s fallen off “thank you” you said barely above a whisper. he softly kissed your temple, and held you closer to his chest.

“did you manage to finish?” he asked with a nervous tone, you nodded your head not really in the mood to talk much.

“why don’t you have a little nap?” you were about to protest, not wanting to be left on your own “don’t worry, i’ll be with you the whole time. i won’t leave your side until you are ready, okay?” nodding in understanding, you both made your way to the bed. he helped you with getting undressed, yet he respected your boundaries and ensured he went at your pace.

you both slipped under the covers and held each other closely, not wanting to let go. “i love you, thank you for everything”

“i love you too”

[undescribed1mage]

Adrienne Balducci (neé Storrs) as Buttons Davenport in King of New York from Marriott Theater's Newsies! (2017)

[girlsies-week-2023]

Information on some of my favorite Girlsies !!! For sillies !!!

(working title was me infodumping about girlsies under the excuse that it is relevent to the event)

I don't have the energy to go through & update this post at the moment, but @thegroundsofbrooklyn has a post here that has more info on the UK Brooklyn Girls !!!

Starting out with our number one, the original girlsie: Charlie (Hard Promises) !!!

Charlie was the original love interest for Jack in Hard Promises, and she was a newsie !! Her story was that she was living in a house of prostitution with her aunt (with her aunt trying to shield her from as much as possible to stop her from going into that life / being exposed to it) and she was planning to (and did!) go with Jack to Santa Fe at the end.

Next up: Smalls (Papermill - Broadway) (Manhattan / Possibly The Bronx) !!!:

I know that whether or not Smalls is a girl is up to interpretation but I am interpreting her as a girl & including her in this list (same with Sniper).

Smalls is a Bronx newsie (as implied by her yelling so's da Bronx during Brooklyn's Here), but she's still allowed in Manhattan (hence being there for KoNY in some versions), so she's probably allowed to wander around on her own.

According to Liana Hunt, she lives in a family with at least one parent and a ton of brothers who all work to support them, so she's sort've eager to be one of the boys in that sense — she's also super tough.

Talls !!! (Broadway) (Manhattan / Possibly The Bronx):

Talls was Caitlyn Caughell's newsie whenever she was on for that track. I have no information on her besides the fact that she was played by Caitlyn Caughell & is probably a play on her height of some kind — + also being a play on Smalls. Smalls & Talls <3

Sniper !!! (Tour) (Manhattan / Possibly The Bronx):

I'm going to be mixing in other backstories for this because as far as I'm aware Sniper's the only newsie on that list with a backstory that isn't from their actress ? + she has more involvement in the show when she isn't a girl so I'm going off that

But according to Alex Wong — Sniper's last name is Wah, and she's the daughter (son in this backstory but it's okay) of Sam Wah, who owns the laundromat above Jacobi's (the sign of which can be seen in the pre-uksies Jacobi scenes). She's named after her 'incredible aim' with a slingshot.

In certain versions, she's one of the scabs, the last one to throw down her papers, and the one to go 'Ah, what the hell? My father's gonna kill me anyway!' in the proshot. In the tour, she was also the one to yell so's da bronx.

Puddles !!! (Tour) (Manhattan / Possibly The Bronx):

Puddles is in the same group as Talls in the sense that there is like no canon lore about her & there isn't even any information besides her name and the fact that she was played by Melissa Steadman Hart during the tour. However she has the cutest nickname and deserved to be included in this list.

Marriott! Buttons !!! (Marriott) (Manhattan):

According to Adrienne Storrs, the actress for Buttons, she's been a newsie for three years. Her parents are poor Italian immigrants that don't speak English, so she works to support them. She was convinced to start selling Newspapers by JoJo after being caught pickpocketing on the street.

Buttons & JoJo are best gal pals, she sees Specs as a younger brother figure (she's always looking out for him), and Race and Albert are her favorite people to joke around with!

She has (had?) a rich boyfriend that went to jail for forgery a bit before the strike, so she's a little heartbroken during it, but she's 'continuing to live her life and she has the best newsie friends'.

She has a really positive mindset in general.

She also (along with JoJo) checked Katherine out when she walked into Jacobi's and later taught her how to Irish dance during KoNY with JoJo !!!

Marriott! JoJo !!! (Marriott) (Manhattan):

According, once again, to Adrienne Storrs, JoJo (who's real name is Josephine) is 'one tough cookie'. She was originally a pickpocket, but Jack found her and took her under her wing for ten percent of her earnings when she was almost twelve. She was one of the original newsies in the Manhattan group, and after three years she started seeking out other girl newsies (& that's when Buttons came along !!). She's been a newsie for about five years, 'not too far behind how long Jack had been selling'.

She has an Irish father and a Romanian mother and they were circus artists that came to America with P.T Barnum in the 1870s. She was born in 1882 (making her seventeen at the time of the strike) and she was raised around a circus.

Rafaela (Marriott) (Brooklyn):

Once again, according to Adrienne Storrs, Rafaela's parents moved from Spain to Puerto Rico in the 1880s and she was born there in 1885. They moved to New York City when she was five and she's very close with her brothers, who were six and eight at the time. All three children became newsies at the same time, being expected to work as much as their parents did.

She didn't go to school, she taught herself how to read and speak English, using her time as a newsie as a teaching device. She's super tough, and she had to grow up really fast. She 'has a strong sense of community with her family and fellow Brooklyn Newsies'.

Joey (Marriott) (Brooklyn):

You guessed it, information yet again from Adrienne Storrs!

Joey is Racetrack Higgins' cousin, and she's super positive. She's also secretly a really good fighter.

Hildy (Marriott) (Brooklyn):

You'll never guess where this info is from.

Hildy is German, and her parents own a sausage shop, and she likes to get into trouble.

Honorable mention to Nancy, Hazel, and Muriel from Newsies Jr.

I don't have the energy to read through all of newsies jr rn to find out which lines they have, however I can tell you off the top of my head that they are very supportive of Katherine and probably also on the younger side (because. Newsies Jr. Obviously).

If anyone who's played them would like to mention their backstory in the rbs or in this accs ask box, that would be lovely !!!

Spot Conlon (UK) (Brooklyn):

Using Lillie-Pearl's backstory for Spot here, because Clarice never got the opportunity to share hers if she had one :(

Lillie-Pearl's backstory for Spot is that her parents were Irish and African American immigrants living in Seneca Village.

Spot in Uksies is very close with Davey !!! According to Lillie-Pearl, she doesn't call him Davey, she calls him David, and in her cameo description she added 'making rhymes with Davey' into her list of things she enjoyed. She is also very close with her girls (obviously), specifically Lucky & Stray, who she did the handshake with depending on what point in the show it was. She also liked Race, depending on the day.

(She also probably isn't on awful terms with most of the Manhattan newsies, especially if they're girls.)

Lucky (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Lucky doesn't have a lot of canon lore too her HOWEVER I can tell you that she used to do the handshake with Spot back when she existed, was called Tops for some performances, AND her real name is Eliza !!! She also interacted with Scope a lot during The Rally.

Mack (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Mack's real name is Jeanie MacDonald, but she shortened it down to Mack because she didn't like her name.

She's a Scottish immigrant whose family moved to the U.S (just North of New York) to start a farm, but a plague of locusts destroyed the farm, so they had to move into the city for work.

She couldn't stand being stuck in their one bedroom cramped apartment, so her father suggested that she take up work as a Newsie.

Splint (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Splint's arm is in a Splint !!! For some mystery reason that definitely isn't because Bobbie's hand was injured at the time of the first preview. Definitely not.

She doesn't appear after The Rally, which is because — according to Bobbie — she falled down & died :( (Bobbie needed 2 be there as Hannah)

Also her real name is Splinty McSplint.

(Bobbie also said that if she were to have a love interest it would be Buttons.)

Scope (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

I have no canon info about Scope besides the fact that she has the world's cutest pigtails and hung around Lucky at The Rally a lot :(

Ritz (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Ritz' real name is Rita, and her nickname comes from ritz crackers and also Lucy's last characters name !! That's all the canon info we have on her as far as ik :(

Stray (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Stray's nickname comes from her feeding all of the stray animals of New York !!!

She is related to Specs in some way (probably siblings, considering the fact that Sam & Immie are).

She becomes a Bowery Beauty when she's older, and her real name is from a newsgirl turned dancer but Immie doesn't remember who that is — the closest I got in my research is Lillian Russell, who wasn't a newsgirl but yk close enough.

(Her love interest would've been Mike !!)

Pips (Newsies UK) (Brooklyn):

Again, no canon information on Pips as far as I'm aware, besides the fact that she is literally adorable

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[samfrankiszka]

Bitter Aperol

Sam Kiszka x female reader // 18+ // minors dni // 2.3k words

Tags: pwp, explicit sexual content, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), piss play, watersports, desperation, olfactophilia, whiny (somewhat) sub Sam, some fluff if you’re into that type of thing

Authors notes: Other authors have written piss play for the twins so I am here to do my due diligence as Sam lane. It’s purely self indulgent and unedited and if you don’t like it, don’t read. 🫡 Also this is a burner account so if you know who I am on other accounts, no you don’t.

Summary: Sam has too many drinks during a show... whining and other activities ensue. 

“Hello, my lovely!” You hear just as soon as you’re wrapped tightly in Sam’s arms when he enters the dressing room. He’s warm and sweaty and the all familiar and comforting post-show stench fills your nostrils as he squeezes you. He leans down and kisses the crown of your head. “I missed you.”

“It’s been, what, two hours?” You reply, not being able to help the shit eating grin that covers your face as you look up at him.

“Well, maybe, but did you not miss me?”

You reply jokingly. “No, I actually enjoy the peace and quiet while you’re gone.”

He rolls his eyes dramatically, changing the tone of his voice to mock offense. “Oh, please, y/n,” he scoffs, “you know that you can’t stand it. You must be so bored without me.”

“Okay, you can tell yourself that,” you laugh, “how was the show? Sounded great from back here.”

He shrugs, “About as good as it could be, considering that Josh won’t let us change it up.”

With Josh facing the most physical strain with the current tour schedule, the other three had to compromise when it came to the setlist, knowing that he could only handle so much.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”

He sighs. “’s alright. We all understand, it just gets boring after a while, you know?”

You nod, looking up at him. He meets your gaze with a soft smile.

“So,” he starts, changing the subject as he runs his hands down your side and rests them on your waist, “the bus is behind schedule and won’t be here until morning, so they’re letting us stay at the Marriott down the street.”

His voice lowers and you notice the feeling of his  growing semi against your hip. “I think that some people are heading over now, but we can go with the next group if you’re okay with that.”

This tour has had its ups and downs, and the bus being behind was the least of their worries when they got perks like this. You definitely couldn’t complain about a night in a hotel bed over a cramped bunk.

“That’s fine, I have nowhere to be.” You respond softly, giving into his scheme as you drag your hand over the front of his pants to elicit a response out of him.

He hums gently, smirking as he says. “Oh, is that so?”

“Mhmm.” You smirk back as you get down on your knees in front of him. “I’m fine right here.”

“I won’t argue with that,” he whines out as you kiss along the strip of hair under his belly button, purposefully ignoring his cock straining under his pants. His fingers brush through your hair as you gently bite the soft skin on his hip.

You lean back and sit on your heels as you look up at him. “Go ahead, take it out for me. Let me take care of you.”

His hands waste no time flying to the button of his pants, undoing it and the zipper as he quickly pushes them down with the waistband of his boxers, allowing for his cock to spring out.

You lick your lips at the sight and look up at him with raised eyebrows. “Well? Keep going.”

He chooses speed over grace as he finishes undressing himself, quickly kicking off his pants and underwear so he can bare himself to you. You admire the way his cock bounces with his rushed movements.

“Good boy, thank you.” You rub your hands up his exposed thighs before grabbing his cock and stroking it once from base to tip. “Always so pretty.”

Sam whimpers above you as you place wet kisses to the tip of his cock. The salty beads of precum coat your lips as you suck the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you look up at him. His chest rises and falls erratically as you take him further into your mouth and let him hit the back of your throat. His post show musk fills your nose and causes you to moan around him and he quivers in response.

“Fuuuck,” he gasps out as he runs his fingers through your hair, “s- so good.”

You pull off to catch your breath, smiling up at him as you stroke his length. He returns the soft smile but it’s cut off by a whimper and his eyes rolling back as you suck on one of his balls and press it against the roof of your mouth. You release it with a loud pop and repeat the action with the other one, keeping a slow rhythm as you continue to stroke his cock.

“You always taste so good,” you whisper as you kitten lick the head of his cock, “especially after a show. I’ll never get tired of it.”

Sam hums in response as you grab the base of his cock and begin to slowly take him inch by inch into your mouth. You use your hands to grip onto his waist for leverage as you sink further down. He hits the back of your throat and you involuntarily flinch and squeeze where your hands are on his waist and your thumbs press tightly into his lower stomach. He yelps and you quickly pull off at the pained response.

You look up at him, panicked. “Are you okay? What happened?”

He breathes in through his nose, nodding with a shuddery exhale, “I’m sorry, I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

You furrow your eyebrows and look up at him, not believing his answer. He cuts you off before you can question him again.

“I’m fine, y/n, truly. I’m almost there.” He states, his voice back to normal.

You’re not convinced, but return to what you were doing, this time grabbing his thighs as you kiss up the back of his straining cock.

Maybe it was because you were on high alert, but you become increasingly aware of his body language as you continue to mouth at his cock. His thighs tremble under your touch and you notice his hands fidgeting.

He pulls away from your hair and instead starts playing with his own, roughly pushing his hair back away from his face and tucking the sweaty strands behind his ears.

He hisses and sucks a breath in through his teeth as you slowly lick up the back of his cock from his balls to the tip. You look up and notice the pained look on his face, one that you’ve seen before.

Oh.

“Sammy, baby,” You clear your throat and speak to him sternly, looking up at him and meeting his eyes. “How many cocktails have you had tonight?”

Knowing deep down that he probably lost count, you watch as he furrows his eyebrows and tries to remember. “Si- seven?”

“Mhmm. Is that all?” You place a wide lick up the back of his cock as you look up at him.

He chokes back a moan and answers. “A few Topo Chicos, I think.”

“You think?” You shake your head with a tsk. “How many was it before you lost track, hm? You got a little buzz and forgot how to count?”

You cut off his whiny response as you spit into your palm and start stroking his achy cock, being sure to spread the precum around the tip with your thumb in the same way that you know he does when he’s alone.

“And did you not piss before the encore?”

“I did.” He whines defensively. You notice how restless he’s gotten as he squeezes his thighs together for some relief. His hands are on his hips and his fingers are leaving indents on his sides.

“Jesus, baby. And you still need to go this badly? You can’t even stand still and let me finish.”

“I’m sorry, y/n, please.” He begs, his voice shaky and pathetic.

“Please, what?” You let go of his cock and gently squeeze his balls.

“Fuck!” Sam groans out. “Please, I need to take a piss, it hurts.”

“Hmm, well, since you asked so nicely,” you place a kiss to his lower belly before standing and placing your hand out for him to take. “Come on, baby boy.”

He grabs your outreached hand and follows you into the adjoining room where he had just showered earlier that day. “Go ahead, get in. I’m right behind you.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but obliges. He watches you undress from inside of the shower stall, his cock heavy between his legs. His hands have resumed their position on his hips and he’s shaking his knee as a distraction from the ache in his bladder.

Once undressed, you step inside with him and close the shower door. You run your hands up and down his sides and look up at him with a mischievous smirk as you grab his cock and give it a few strong strokes.

With only a few inches between your naked bodies, you lean forward and kiss his collarbone and whisper in his ear. “You okay? Color?”

You feel his hands grab your hips and squeeze as he giggles out, “yellow, ironically.”

You roll your eyes at the joke but can’t help but laugh with him as you give him a few more strokes. “Good boy. You ready to let go for me?”

You press your free hand against his lower belly and press gently, eliciting a loud whimper from him as he nods his head. “Y-yes, please.”

You love how needy he sounds. How desperate. You could listen to the fucked out whining for hours, if he’d let you. But you know that he can only handle so much, and you love him getting his relief almost as much as you like keeping it from him.

“Go ahead, then.” You pause your strokes on his cock but hold it pointing upwards between your bellies. “Don’t be shy.”

He inhales deeply through his nose and sighs as he breathes out, his eyes roll back as you feel a few drops of wetness roll down his cock.

“That’s it, good boy.” You praise in hopes that he’ll fully let go.

“‘m trying,” he whimpers, “kinda hurts though.”

“Shhhh,” you keep one hand on his cock and use your free hand to brush his hair back and tuck it behind his ear. “Just think of how good it’ll feel once you’re done.”

He hums in agreement and closes his eyes. A few deep breaths later, you feel his stream pick up, spraying his lower stomach with the angle that his cock is pointed at. You coerce him gently, “There you go, keep going.”

You gently stroke his cock as he continues with a choked back groan of relief. He swears under his breath as the wetness sprays both of your stomachs and runs down, pooling at your feet on the shower floor.

You can’t help but point his cock towards you, aiming the stream directly above your belly button and feeling as it runs down between your legs. Everything hits at once and you’re suddenly dizzy from the sounds and smell of his relief. You run your free hand down your wet stomach and pubes, quickly swirling your clit for a hint of relief.

“Jesus,” he whispers under his breath a few moments later as the stream begins to slow down. He leans down and presses his forehead to yours, both of you looking down and seeing the last of his piss run out over your hand.

His chest heaves as he tries catching his breath, his sweaty hair hanging down in a curtain around his face. You feel his breath against your lips and lean in to kiss him languidly. He tastes like Aperol, a taste you have yet to acquire but seemingly enjoy if it comes from him.

You break the kiss and sink back to your knees, noting how cold and uncomfortable the puddle underneath you was becoming as you grab the base of his cock and suck the tip into your mouth. He tastes more salty and bitter than earlier, given the circumstances, but not unbearably so.

In his relaxed state, Sam slowly drags his fingers through your hair and lets out a soft moan.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, I’m so close.”  

Wasting no time, you grab onto his thighs and sink down until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly and squeeze your eyes shut as you swallow around him.

You begin bobbing your head slowly, letting him hit the back of your throat each time. A few moments later he lets out a slew of curses and grips tightly onto your hair as his orgasm washes over him, filling your mouth with his salty release.

You pull away from his cock and swallow him down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you catch your breath and look up at him. He holds his hands out to help you stand back up.

“Thank you, lovely. What do you say we get you cleaned up?” He says with a soft smile as he reaches for the shower knobs on the wall.

You nod up at him. “That might be a good idea, I feel pretty gross.”

He turns the water on flinches as the coolness hits him. His cheeks flush slightly pink as he speaks softly and adjusts the temperature. “That’s okay, I’ll get you all taken care of.”

He motions for you to trade spots so the water can warm you up. “Yeah? You promise?”

“I promise,” he opens the bottle of shampoo, squirting some into his palm before massaging it into your scalp, “but we should probably hurry and get out of here before someone comes looking for us.”

You close your eyes and hum, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your hair and the warm water rinsing away what will certainly be a topic of discussion at a later time.