#or watching long plays but ain’t he an old man too? like why is he always the young twink

[dykedvonte]

Isn’t Wolfpiss like over 40? Like ages and time frames are always super vague in fallout but didn’t he help attack Ulysses tribe?

I’m just confused cause I never see yall draw wrinkles on that man he’s always like as smooth as marble and twinkish in like a BL sorta way.

[screampied]

RIDIN' DIRTY ?!

⋆˚. sum. you never realized how hot your local mechanic was until he had you arched and bent over your hood. spoiler fucking alert, you end up getting a different kind of pipe that’s of course free of charge just for you.

warnings. fem! reader, mechanic toji, unprotected, degradation, oral (f! receiving), spıt, breēding, shotgunning, fuckıng you on the hood, praise, manhandling, pússywhipped toji, size kink, biting, brief fıngering, petnames.

wc. 5.3k

an. ty kali for beta'ing some x

“she’s all done, ma’am,” your mechanic toji murmurs in a gruff voice, yanking back your stick shift before putting it in park. he drove it near the garage of his auto shop, a rounded plump cigarette sticking from the corner of his mouth. with a yawn departing from his lips, he eyes you up and down for a bit before removing his seatbelt. stepping out, he then towers over you by many, many staggering inches. his silhouette alone was intimidating, and you shift your dilated irises away once he cocks his head to your level. “still in pretty good shape. y’er model ain’t that old ‘n i think you should visit every few weeks.”

compressing your thighs together, you bury your purse underneath the pit of your arm. “oh, okay thank you sir,” and as he’s standing—you then take a good glimpse at the man in front of you. he’s handsome, sweaty, and covered in nothing but a slick sheet of grease. the more you gawk, the more you could see a bit of curly chest hair poke out against his skin. his broad chest, his perky pink nipples that poked-

“heh, darlin’ ya don’t gotta be so formal, y’know,” and your eyes darted toward his work cap that was slightly twisted. god, he was so attractive. he inches toward you closer, watching you struggle to keep composure before you think he’s gonna kiss you. so what do you do, you close your eyes. you close your fucking eyes, thinking he was gonna kiss you but instead, he places a hand on the hood of your car. “oh? silly girl, were you expectin’ something?”

“n- no.”

yeah, you were.

it was late at night, midnight, and everyone had clocked out for the day.

everyone except toji. he was a workaholic. you needed a last minute oil change and he was the only available one near by. he was about to close but made an exception. the auto shop has a cooling air surrounding the inside of the garage before you swallow. you can hear your saliva trail its way down your throat as you finally meet direct eye contact with the older man. “cute,” toji murmurs, and he’s not even touching you. he’s not even touching you but it felt like it. despite his teasing, you get hit face first with a strong waft of his scent. his cologne, you knew the exact type he was wearing. cheap, but long lasting against anyone’s nostrils who takes a first whiff. “it’s been a while since y’er last oil change though, i’d be lyin’ if i said i didn’t miss ya.”

with a quirk of a brow, you murmur up at him, deciding why not to play along. you knew he was most likely teasing but still. “you missed … me?”

“sure,” toji removes his baseball cap, fanning it against the sweat glistening off his bulging muscles that poke through his perfectly sculpted body. he was so fit, you couldn’t help but openly leer at his broad, intense figure. with a sly smile, he leans against your car before humming, taking another hit of his cigar. “not too many pretty faces show up ‘round here. besides, i didn’t forget about our little moment last time.”

your breath gets caught in the back of your throat.

he remembered,

he remembered the little incident the two of you shared. when you came for your last oil change and a battery repair, you also ended up sharing a kiss with toji. it was nothing more, nothing less.

but it was hot, having his tongue shoved down your throat with his big rough hands roaming along the sides of your body. being so pressed up against him, you felt yourself longing for more. in your city, toji was the best mechanic for miles. he we well known, quick, precise, and quite flirty.

you brought out the worst in him that day, and it annoyed you how the steamy, sultry kiss got interrupted by his boss. shiu … something, rich raven hair mirroring the same color as his worker.

“oh y- yeah.” you sheepishly mumble, feeling the tension through the air run thick. you loathed desperately how whenever you were around toji, your stammer would make an appearance. you hated it, it was so embarrassing and he ate it up everytime. toji’s sly gaze lowers and he titters at the cute pullover and skirt you wore before your own eyes trail toward his lips.

his lips,

they were naturally crooked — pink, and that damn slanted scar that remained to slash against the right side of his mouth. you peeped a bit of a growing stubble, but nevertheless he was always well trimmed. toji flashed a grin before he got way close to you. kneeling his head down, he whispers toward you. “oh y- yeah,” he mocks your trembling tone, and he was so close that his musk, his body heat radiates off you completely. “somethin’ tellin’ me you came here for more than just an oil change, that right, baby?”

your heart’s pulsing intensifies at his cunning words. always cutting straight to the chase. he’s so up close, his cologne’s just clogging up your nose by now before your thighs squeeze themselves shut. “yes.”

“yes what, darlin’?” and there’s a hint of jibe in his voice. the moment he grabs your chin gently, you’re ready to lose it right there. toji’s wearing mechanic gloves, the soft padded leather pulling down on your bottom lip playfully. with a coy head tilt, he purses your lips a bit more open. “ah, c’mon. use those pretty words, tell me what ya want.”

your legs, the crevices between them were already starting to slick with moisture.

oh, this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. as you meet his jade green eyes, you reply with a tone that comes out far more needy than you originally intended. “i want .. i want you, toji.”

there’s a frisky, playful glint in his eye—as well as the tiny crinkle forming at each twist of his facial expressions. “yeah you do,” and his words were pitched deep, so deep that the timbre lingering underneath his tone sends your spine shivers. “more than a kiss? i’ll hafta charge ya extra, heh.”

still . . it was humor in his voice, you knew he was joking but the heat purring between your thighs only grew. your body was screaming at you, it’s been a while since your last time anyway, the last time you’ve been touched. 

with a nod, murmuring out a faint little, “more than a kiss, ‘toj,” he snickers, closing the awkward distance between you two finally.

the moment his lips crash against yours, everything feels hot. scorching hot — similar to the sahara, his tongue being the water you needed to cool down. the leftover smoke and booze that lingered on his tongue was strong, the second it glided against your buds it tasted stronger. you could feel his smirk creeping against his lips before with two hands, he lifts you up, propping you to sit on the hood of your car. 

it was madly aggressive - teeth clashing, tongues twisting, one taste again and he was addicted.

he made sure to take out his cigarette before hand, squeezing it against his fingers as he’s gradually grinding his hips by you. it’s slow, you could feel his raging boner prod right through his work pants.

it was hard to miss, you couldn’t help but give him a few nosy peeks which he was working on your car to see if he was a packer and he definitely was.

sticky strands of his hair tickle against your forehead as he’s rutting right in you. a free hand makes its way onto your left thigh, slowly dancing his fingers amongst your skin. the moment your legs entrap his slim waist, locking around his torso, he grunts. both lashes were close to touching, breaths were becoming heavy, and you felt his tongue curl around yours. toji was a sloppy yet passionate kisser, and yet— he wanted his tongue to work in other ways. 

and it did, 

your jaw drops open as you’re laid flat on your back, staring at the man with his face shoved deep between your thighs. toji sprawls open your legs, delving his long tongue inside of your slick entrance to get a sweet taste.

gradually, his tongue dips all around your cunt, creating a little swirl before he feels your body twitch in rapture.

“t- tojiiii,” you whine, feeling a bit paranoid at how anyone could just see the two of you.

sure, you were both in a securely locked garage ( at least you hoped ) —but, anyone could just walk in. walk in and see you having your pussy being devoured by one of the most top known mechanics in the city. if you’d have given a rating on his pussy eating skills, it’d be five stars without question. 

he was always so nasty with it— occasionally, with his now bare fingers from removing his gloves, he slides a thumb down your slick.

“look at her, she’s fuckin’ sloppy,” he whispers against your cunt — his warm breath brushes near your folds and you whimper. your voice echoes raw out your throat, ringing through the spacey walls of his garage. this was far better than just an oil change, you were thinking. so so better,

as toji’s still swiping a tongue against your entrance in a circular rotation—nose deep, speaking of nose, it starts to rummage its way against your nub. you gag out a gasp, nearly choking from how out of breath you were with your legs shaking tremendously. with your teeth shattering, he nibbles against your clit, staring you dead in the eyes. “mmf, ‘s fuckin’ good. how generous of you though,” he coos in a gruff tone, easing a single digit inside of your slippery core. “haven’t ate all day ‘n this meal ‘s just what i needed darlin, heh.”

toji’s charisma was simply unmatched.

it was something about him being face first between your legs that made him ten times more attractive.

his hair, it was a bit lengthy but not too much. he grew it out the last time you saw him. a bit of a wolf cut but was neatly trimmed toward his shoulders. it’s rough and unkempt, dark black bangs still running down his eyes. every few seconds, he’s got to whip his head back in vex so his vision isn’t occluded. 

“hnnggh, right there toji. pleaseplease.” you babble out in desperate cries, swallowing your own pathetic pity before savoring the honeyed taste.

a whimper rips out of your throat to where it sounds similar to a gargle. his tongue knows just the right spots to reach. your clitoral hood, he loved to suck on it until that cute scream snatches from your esophagus.

“never tasted a girl so sweet ‘n all my years,” he groans, a single finger still shoved inside. it’s stretching you out more and your back arches against the warm hood of your vehicle.

from side to side,

his head moves and shifts and shakes and you’re about to lose it. in fact, you were already losing it, feeling your legs turn into complete mush. jello even, they felt nonexistent thanks to his sloppy tongue.

whilst he’s buried right between your thighs, the mechanic’s got the smuggest grin that you just wanted to wipe right off his face. 

toji’s so pent up and aroused—he works a regular six to twelve hour shift, it was almost the same situation for you. he can’t remember the last time he’s been … active, albeit he was exhausted. and yet it seemed as if your precious, slick cunt gave him all the needed battery to fuel his energy right back up.

a husky growl vibrates against your pussy and you whine as a hand combs its way into his hair. in the process, your fingers tangle against his strands. your digits - all five of them stroke through his scalp before giving it a brief tug. 

“kinky ‘lil slut, huh,” he grunts, head yanking forward towards your thighs. toji hated the fact that it turned him on. a lot, so much so that his dick twitches in his wrangler rigg jeans. as he’s got you still laid against your parked car, he slurps against your cunt - feeling you pulse right into his mouth. “there’s that cute heartbeat, she wants so much fuckin’ attention today.”

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, his low words only pushing you further to the edge. barred big hands cling against both sides of your thighs. no longer having a finger inside, he firmly grabs your leg.

you’re quavering,

seeing nothing but splotches of snowy white as he’s slurping up your cunt like a hot dish of pasta. “c- cum, fuck ‘m gonna cum, y- your tongue ‘s goodddd.”

with a low hoarsely chortle, he hums. “careful, doll. cum ‘n i’ll have to add a bit of tax to your bill. plus an extra fee for heh, grease.”

you stare at him with a cute confused expression and he snickers. “aw, ‘m joking, don’t gimme that look,” and with warm lips pressing against your cunt, you mewl out a desperate, shrilling whine.

as the seconds go on, you’re steadily being brung to the teetering orgasmic edge. with your hips bucking against his face, he’s grabbing ahold of waist with his tongue exploring the inner caves of your delicious cunt.

your nub, he continues to flick against it, making your body jerk back against the unmoving vehicle. you whimper and whimper before he shoots you a teasing smile, whistling against your folds. “use those words, darlin’. use ‘em ‘n tell me what you want, yeah.”

“wanna cum- wanna c-cum,” you breathe, feeling the shiver in your jaw. even still, you’re wisping fingers into his strands, gripping it tightly before you’re grinding your cunt against his face.

a snail-like trail of your own clear slick runs down his chin. oh, with the way he slowly pulls his head up to smirk at you, you just wanted to kiss him again. your body’s hanging onto its last and final hinges before you’re spasming, feeling him swat a palm against your pussy thrice. “ngh, toji. wanna cum. please, need it. n- need to cum.”

“i’d beg to differ,” he groans, reaching for the hem of his pants - pulling the heavy piece of clothing down. his dick alone had a bit of weight to it and with murky-like irises, you gawk openly.

with a hand going inside of his pants, he lets off a guttural groan, starting to stroke himself off. a few solid pumps and he’s already sucking his teeth at the almost unbearable friction.

“fuck, y- you don’t ‘need’ shit, little girl,” and he’s multitasking. one hand focusing on your thigh and another on his cock. he’s so hard, he’s so fucking hard and the moving you’re doing against his body - the grinding, it doesn’t make it any better. with a mean slap, he spanks your cunt again before spitting near your folds. “you need it, you need ‘ta cum. right darlin’?”

“y- yes,” you hiccup, white noise deafening your ears continuously. the loooooong, sleazy slurps of his tongue makes you rock more into his mouth, nearly pulling out his strands with your rough, hard grip.

the more you tug and pull against his hair, the more it turns him on. his cock throbs whilst a long vein runs through the very side of his shaft. the center of toji’s thumb brushes against his peeling brief foreskin. “need, i need to cum. please.” you correct yourself, in hopes that he’d let you succumb to your nirvana-filled release.

as your fingers continue to fish through his hair, gathering a nice hold, he starts to make out with your folds. the squelches, they were singing out a cacophony of sloppy sounds. you’re sopping wet so good for him to where your cunt’s just voluntarily cascading on his mouth—cascading down his chin.

with ease, you even drench his stubble with your slick - happily. “go ‘head girl,” he grunts, gazing hungrily at the concoction of strings departing. cobwebs of his saliva mixing along with strings of your slick makes him groan. what a mess. a mess and you were the biggest one possible.

once you come undone, everything’s so hazy. your legs jitter in exhilaration, moaning loudly from the intense palpitation. he licks you clean, lapping up your flavorful juices with his tongue before feeling a few spurts of his own cum paint against his palm. “f- fuck, pretty,” he grunts, each stroke against his hard cock making him grind his teeth together. his jaw tightens, realizing he’d just came with you - all from eating you out. you were shaking still, your climax making your vision turn into a rainbow of color. your eyelids, all you saw was a plethora of colorful tints, slowly jerking your hips forward until you couldn’t anymore. as you move, he guides you to ride out your orgasm, ride it out all on his face. “thaaaat’s it, gimme all of y’er taste, mhm.”

it lasts for seconds, seconds that felt like long, never ending hours. with a sweet elongated battle cry of your own that’s in reality replaced with an ear shattering orgasm, you slump back against your vehicle. 

“such a good girl,” he murmurs, getting up and it’s a concise soreness in his thighs from bending down for that duration of a time. inhaling a breath of fresh air, he inches toward your face. “heh, you look so dumb,” he teases at your state. indeed you were, his tongue had you feral and craving for more. you were still throbbing, his body heat closing the remaining spacey inches between you both before he grabs your chin. “want a taste, do ya?”

“y- yes,” you nod, your own breathing betraying you with how you struggle to maintain easy, singlular breaths.

toji pops his cigarette back into his mouth before taking a long, deep inhale. the smoke burns, and he aligns his dick up against your drooling slit. he didn’t have to do much moving, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to lift the thin piece of fabric up for access. you glance down, and he was so big.

veiny, a heavy fat cock with an even heavier fat base. as the end of the lit cigarette sticks between his teeth, his brows contorts into a furrow. 

toji coos quietly, the mushroom-tip of his dick sweltering inside against your warm heated core. “open wide, babygirl,” he huffs, a thumb peeling down your lip once more. his eye contact had your pussy twitching profusely. it was so intimate, you felt the arising tension reach its peak. not even hesitating, you part your lips open, leaving your mouth open ajar for him. “good. nice ‘n wide for toji,” he refers to himself and you watch with doe eyes as he blows an airy puff of smoke right into your mouth. tepid lips hover against your own, and he’s so close that he can almost smell your longing arousal. you moan at the feeling of his tip easing its way into your cunt, creating squelchy sloshing sounds of acceptance. “there we go baby, nice ‘n easy.” he whispers, and toji finally kisses you. 

you moan, feeling his dick breeze its way into your sopping cunt, the stretch already presenting itself toward your walls. it’s a tight stretch and you moan, throbbing from the way you’re opening up for him. as the friction sets against your twitching muscle, you whine, running your tongue down his to taste the brewing variations of saliva and smoke into your mouth. it’s so sloppy, his tongue game was just improperly risqué. 

fithly, coarse..

with your ass sitting directly on the cool running hood of your vehicle, he’s continuing to drive his dick straight into you.

you moan as his lips attack against yours, savoring your candied flavor. it was something about you that he couldn’t get enough of. toji’s body - it was broad and big. as he towers over your frame, he starts to thrust a bit forward.

“ughh,” he bites down on your lip, dark mean eyes meeting yours as he then opens them.

the stretch had you gasping for air once his lips shortly break away. already, you missed them. he sees the pout and he chuckles before his head tosses itself back. as his lips pull away, strands of spit abruptly leave, saying its goodbyes to each mouth. “so fuckin’ — shit.” he swears, so lost in your swallowing walls that he forgets his initial sentence. 

already, his eyes were starting to flicker back.

rolling back,

it was sexy to witness, especially up close. toji’s cock dives into your cunt further and further before finally, he bottoms out. once he’s reached the hilt - the very hilt, you whine, throwing your arms over his tense shoulders carelessly.

“fuck me, f- fuck me, toji. please.” you stammer out in pathetic babbles, the repetitive twitch in your pussy making him all the more harder. your pleas almost fall on deaf ears before you feel the veins pulse down his cock. it spasms inside you and if you weren’t as wet before, you were certainly wet now.

he’s just so hard, your walls grip and envelope around his length as you bite on his shoulder. 

“didn’t know we’re on bitin’ terms now, heh,” he attempts to joke, one hand gently squeezing onto your waist. his touch, you never failed to lean into his touch. with a needy gasp, his hefty dick tucks its way into the insides of your cunt. your goopy walls squelch and squelch, shrieking out a lewd harmony of wails. you’re so wet - already, his base starts to get painted from your slick. you moan, licking a stripe near the crook up neck. he snickers, feeling the moisture of your tongue collide against his skin. “jus’ so fuckin’ hot,” he gruffs, staring at your already fucked dumb expression. “mhm, such a nasty girl. havin’ me fuck ya on y’er car.”

he’s stretching you out so good, its as if your cunt was a gymnast — easily bending and breaking, stretching in and out. toji’s dick was fat - the foreskin that’s glued against his tip stimulates the insides of your wet core. you whine once more, clinging onto his beefy body as he’s fucking you on the hood.

pitiful babbles of mercy whisper in his ears, your ankles and heels brushing alongside the red lines of his back. toji was sweating a lot more from the constant moving — you, your body jolting up against your car and his sharp, deadly hits going in and out of you. each piston has you weak, stupid even.

despite his mechanic scented musk with a sprinkle of inexpensive cologne, it was still alluring to you. you throbbed as he continued to jerk his hips against the same spot. your toes, all five of them on both feet curl in awe before you start to spasm.

“y- yes, please. right there, right there tojiiii.” and you probably sounded so pathetic but you could care less. your face was all scrunched up and twisting in blissful pleasure as he’s plunging into you at full force. his rhythm, his pace . . it was ruthless. 

safe to say, you were addicted.

cock drunk, easy - just like that. with a secure grip still on your hip, he’s reeling you back with such ease. strands of saliva starts to pour out from the side corners of your mouth and he slyly smiles. “oh, you just wanna be a messy customer today, huh. such a mess,” and with a flick of his thumb, he swipes your spit clean. he does this only to pop the same finger into his mouth, relishing in your glacé, syrupy taste. “so sweet, ‘m gonna need more though.”

your knees embarrassingly buckle. your weeping cunt sobs for more and more as his mean, degrading thrusts is just leaving you utterly dumbfounded. your mouth was open, tiny little pants of air escaping out into the form of a mere croak. toji’s weighty dick thoroughly plummets into your insides with all of his might to where you’re already visibly stupid.

each mocking thrust makes your stomach churn. he’s so deep, his tip located in every area. you’re stretched, worn thin, and the minute his cockhead greets your cervix with a french kiss, you shriek sweetly.

“oh my g- goddd, there please, toji, tojiiii,” and you were just babbling out anything at this point.

it was adorable, every few seconds, the mechanic had to swipe the back of his hand against his forehead. the remaining few droplets of perspiration that resided underneath his bangs was a lot. as beads of sweat race down his face, sable irises meeting your dumbed down state and you moan, nails now clawing into his shoulders. “f- fuck, ‘s good. ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“big just for you, baby,” he groans against your ear - the fat of his balls mashing against your entrance making you dizzy. you’re about to break again, the smell in the air was almost potent.

with his cologne, the mixture of his sweat, and the burning hot gas fumes of your car, you felt like you were floating. your cunt was being stuffed with delirious inches of cock and you wouldn’t have it any other way. toji grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth before his tempo accelerates. “shittt, grippin’ on me so good, ‘m gonna cum, darlin’.”

at his throaty words, you meet his eyes before burying your face into his neck for about the nth time again. the only words he could hear you whine into his neck was, “inside, inside me, ‘toj.”

“so y’er a creampieee kinda girl,” he sneers in amusement - watching as you’re slowly being taken to your inevitable rapturous rapture.

you’re whimpering, taking in each of his deep, pivotal strokes. toji brings his hands toward your waistline, skimming his fingertips against the curvature before nibbling on your earlobe. “careful, sweets... ‘s gonna be a nice big load. can ya be a good girl ‘n take that much? don’t wanna give ya too much of a full, heh.”

if it wasn’t for his puns — you’d smack him, but you were too cock drunk to think, let alone comprehend. 

“i can take it,” you nod desperately, a cute tremor in your voice as you’re making haste with your own hips against his. everything’s so sharp. “fuck, f- fuck me, right there.”

toji found it cute how repetitive your sweet nothings were - the same endless chatter flowing past your lips. “yeahhh.” he jibes, although his words were in the form of a question. you grab against his wrist while your slippery soaked cunt braces for the parching, hot fill.

three thrusts, 

three slow deep thrusts and he was at his peak. leisurely, as toji’s cock deeply into the pits of you, almost reaching your tummy - you feel a few hot spurts shoot into you raw. toji groans, his voice echoing through the garage. he was whipped. your expression was so cute, hooded droopy eyes and an abashed little grin.

his swollen fat tip was downright rude with the way it scrapes against your pussy, thrashing all inside as if it knows the place.

it’s so much, colossal big hands of his grab onto your thigh, and he leans in to gently pierce his teeth into your skin. sucking against your tender flesh, like honey—like nectar, he grunts his own gruff climax into your shoulder. 

his voice was low - his adam’s apple bobs at his actions, feeling an unforeseeable wave crash over him at once. it’s intense and he’s just eating up your delicious fervor that was right in front of him.

“t- toji,” you breathe, your arms still slung over his shoulders. easily, he’s jerking away from attentions.

toji wasn’t fully thrusting anymore, but he still had a decent pace of pumps. his fresh, warm cum emits into your cunt like how a volcano erupts. gushing into you, it’s hot and thick like lava, warm and sticky like magma.

you were chasing your breaths but failed to surpass them in the fictitious lewd race. it’s so hot inside, you were almost positive a few slimy spurts of toji’s cum exudes up on the hood of your car. you’ve never felt so full, his chest heaves and yours deflates in harmony. 

with both bodies were in sync and casual harmony, he grunts before leaning in to kiss you. his now flaccid dick was just idly inside of your swollen, greedy cunt. throbbing even still, you rub the backs of your ankles behind his slim waist before tilting your head back. the kiss was far more passionate this time.

if you knew mechanics fucked this good, maybe, just maybe you’d come for an oil change more often.

except, toji didn’t just add the new oil into the engine of your car, he added his own new oil into your sopping, drenched cunt. 

“fuck, baby,” he groans, feverish breaths titillating against the inner areas of your neck.

you pulse from any movement he makes, clinging onto him tightly like a koala. he has a flashy half girn, slowly pulling out his dick to see the mess. your cunt was overflowed to the max - so much cum, so so much. 

toji licks his lips, the tip of it grazing against his fleshed scar as he peers at your pussy’s opening. the way your entrance slowly spitting out his thick, velvety ropes of cum due to its fullness makes him grunt.

inside, it was lukewarm—oozing out of your entrance before you lean back against your hood. “mhm, ‘s still pourin’ out. guess i was so pent up from today, barely had any time to jerk off.”

“i didn’t have to know that.” you huff at his teasing, trying to catch your breaths. your full lungs felt like they were about to collapse. 

toji helps you off your car - although, he wanted more and so did you. surprisingly, he even cleans the hood off for you. as you’re back on your feet, sore and all, he asks for your number. “you’re gonna ask me out or something?”

“maybe, hold still darlin,” and your interest peaked, wondering why he wanted you to be still.

you turn, heaving a bit of shifting before toji bends down. you shudder a bit, feeling what feels like a cold marker starting to drag and scrape down against the right cheek of your ass. you could hear low, raspy laughter as he’s writing on your rear. with a pout, you wait as he’s continuing to write what you assume to be his number onto your skin with a sharpie.

the smell smolders against your nose quickly before he finishes, popping the black cap into his mouth. “there, call me after the hours of,” and he pauses, glancing at his watch. “hm, eleven pm.”

“thank you….” you murmur, that simple action making you throb again before your eye twitches. you make your way towards your car and then you feel a breeze through your legs. eyes widening, you turn towards the mechanic. “um- my panties? i kind of need them.”

with a sly grin, he pulls his work jeans back up before humming. “um, you kind of don’t,” he mocks your sentence, and you almost moan at the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass. toji then spanks it, the sharpie marker of his number imprinted on your skin slightly smearing against his palm.

“darlin, consider y’er panties as payment. ‘s on the house,” and you gulp, meeting his viridescent, green eyes. he looked hungry for more - that natural smirk compressing against his lips never once fading. toji brushes a thumb against your cheek before leaning against your car. “come back anytime for a fill.”

he hums cheekily at you through the mirror, closing your car door once you get in, starting the ignition. with your panties in hand, he shoots you a nod. “i’ll make it extra creamy next time. no charge, baby.”

[kayesfanfics]

Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?

But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?

Thank you!

A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages

“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”

“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.

“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.

“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.

“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”

They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.

The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.

“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”

“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”

“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.

“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.

“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”

“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.

“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.

“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”

“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.

“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.

“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.

“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.

How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.

“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.

“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.

“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.

“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.

“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”

You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.

“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.

“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.

“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.

“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.

*a couple hours later*

“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.

“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.

“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.

“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.

“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.

“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”

You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.

“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”

“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“

“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.

“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.

“I-I���okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“

“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action

[starkeyisthelastname]

i just know trailer park rafe looooves making out for hours and eating you out until you can’t remember your name anymore. Do you think he would have a sp*tting kink?

oh yes absolutely all of it. 😩 god this man is nasty

He didn’t know how you did it, but he sure wasn’t complaining. Those delicate little mittens working all day to clean up his filthy trailer that he knew was just going to become a wreck for you to have to pick up again. Or that you had made him a full plate of food with a beer that sat on the banged up coffee table just waiting for him. You still looked so goddamn pretty too, his precious doll that waited on him hand and foot because you wanted to make him happy and show him you could be the perfect little trailer wife he needed.

His plate was cleared, a few beer cans now littered across the table that his long legs rested on. The small living room was dark except for a dim bulb and the static of the old tv playing some shitty old movie. He’d light a cigarette, taking a long drag as he watched you cleaning up the kitchen. He could see right through that little white sundress, still looking like a virgin despite proudly stripping you away from that title.

He was a pleased man that night and he felt like worshipping your sugary self after all you had done. His deep voice would echo off the thin walls, pulling you out of your thoughts as you scrubbed the counter. “C’’mere babydoll, why don’t you give those lil hands a rest?” He said, patting his thigh as an order to come sit in his lap.

He leaned back against the tattered couch, stained wife beater on and with a pair of torn jeans hanging low on his hips. His cigarette hung between his lips, rough hands grabbing your hips to pull you down between his thighs. “You been workin’ hard all day, haven’t ya sweet cheeks?” He would rasp near your ear, smelly nicotine blowing over your frame. You nodded, leaning into his touch his dirty hands ran up and down your body.

It started off with a few pecks, his scruff tickling your baby smooth face as lips teased yours while he still finished his cigarette in between. You’d feel giddy inside, Rafe being the first man your sheltered self had ever kissed. The more whiny you became though, the more possessive he got. Squeezing your ass cheek in his massive palm as he had adjusted you in his lap.

You’d be a couple hours in, tits spilled out of your dress and him shirtless. Your poor little self didn’t know what to do, just letting his tongue shove its way into your mouth over and over until your full lips were swollen. “Mmm.. that’s my pretty baby.” His voice raspy from the long make out session, eyes peering over you like prey. He was longing for a taste of something else, the thought of his tongue on your cunt now invading his mind.

“You wanna know what I really wanna do now?” He asked, thumb slipping between your lips as your desperate little self couldn’t help but rub your bare sex along the crotch of his jeans. You shrugged your shoulders gently, eyes lazy while you sucked on his digit. “I wanna lick your pretty cunt until you can’t take it anymore baby.” He told you, smirk on his face but eyes dark. “Say it. Tell me you want me to lick your cunt.” His words firmer this time.

You didn’t curse, always had been raised to never use foul language despite living in a trailer park. You just couldn’t help but to obey your favorite person, your small voice speaking the unknown words. “I… I want you to l-lick my c-cunt.” You said, voice quiet as you felt a little ashamed. It was enough for Rafe though, nearly growling at the dirty language he teaching you to speak. He’d really test how obedient you were, spitting in your mouth like a whore and closing your jaw shut. “You are so far gone, ain’t ya babydoll? Lettin’ me dirty up your mouth and just fuckin’ takin’ it.”

He’d pick you up with ease, his tall body easily navigating you through the cramped trailer and down the tiny hall to his room. He’d throw you old scratchy mattress, stance still looking huge as he kneeled down. He’d push your dress up, head eagerly finding its way between your plush thighs as he began to eat the sweetest cunt he’d ever been in. You tasted like sugar, leaking all over his tongue and dirty stache as he slurped your folds up messily. He’d watch you try and keep your eyes on him, your soft hand gripping one of the flat pillows he had for support only for your body to fall back with pleasure. You were experiencing a grown man’s mouth on your cunt for the first time and Rafe certainly didn’t play when it came to eating pussy.

“I know babydoll.. feels good don’t it? Keep serving me like a good lil’ trailer park whore and I’ll eat your sweet cunt out as much as you want.” He drawled out between licks, nose buried against your clit to leave you shuddering.

[rebelliousstories]

Shadowy Past

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Mentions of Death and Alcohol

Word Count: 1,221

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: One after another, he lost her. Maybe this time will be different?

Consider Donating: Here

Gambit sat in the hideout messing with a playing card between his fingers. On the chair in front of him was her coat draped over it. Not his version though, rather another version that got sent to the Void. This version he had lost just like the others that came before her; taking on Cassandra alone to find a way out. Each time he tried to warn her, but she never listened to him.

Which is why when this new version came, he did not have high hopes for her.

She came in the middle of the night. Dumped in the Wasteland like some many others. It was by pure dumb luck that she had been dropped near where their little hideout had been placed. Sneaking in, she began to look for anything familiar, but only found lamps burning brightly in the night. Taking a bag of chips, the woman began looking around as she was eating. Muffled voices were heard, which sent her on edge. Before she could hide herself, a man stumbled in; and he was heading right to where she was. However, he stopped when he saw her.

“Chere, dat you?” Remy asked, wondering if he had finally found his lover.

“Remy?” Her voice was thick with bewilderment. ”You’re dead. How are you here? What is this sorcery?”

“No, chere. Ain’t dead yet. I’m assumin’ your Gambit is though.” He was dejected as he realized that this was just another variant.

“Yeah. He is. I’m assuming you have a me in your world then?” Remy nodded, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and began to leave.

“Ya welcome t’ stay, chere. Just try not to go after Cassandra this time. It’s startin’ to get old.” With that, the Cajun left as soon as he had entered. But she still had questions that needed answering.

“Wait,” came her call as she caught up to him. “Where am I? Who’s Cassandra? How are you alive?”

“Chere, it’s been a long day, yeah? Jus’ wanna enjoy a drink without you deciding to go all hero on us. But if you promise not to do dat, you can come meet the others.”

“Others?”

Before her, surrounding the fire that blazed ahead, were four other people. Each one looked worse for wear, and held a somber expression. She tried to place their names to their faces,but she was just drawing a blank.

“Who’s this?” The older woman inquired, with her hand resting on the hilt of something on her hip.

“Who else? Seems like the universe wants t’ punish me for somethin’. Gotta say though, this one seems much calmer than the others.” Remy grumbled, uncapping the bottle and taking a long swig. Afterwards, he passed it to Johnny, who eagerly downed the liquid.

“Hi. I’m not too sure why I’m even here. Or where here is exactly.” She muttered, feeling shy as everyone’s eyes were on her.

“It’s called the Void,” Johnny started, passing the bottle to the woman in red. ”It’s where you go to die, or if you don’t play well with the multiverse. Welcome, again.”

“Well is there any way out?” Suddenly, she noticed how tense everything had gotten. The Cajun that was in front of her rested his elbows on his knees and drew in a shaky breath.

“Cassandra Nova would be the only person to get you out. But it’s a suicide mission. Trust us, we know.” Elektra stated, passing the bottle back to the Cajun who looked like he really needed it now. Without hesitation, he downed several gulps extraordinarily quick.

“So we’re stuck here?” She asked, feeling her heart drop with each second.

“‘fraid so.” Elektra stated once more. She watched what the new person was going to do for a few minutes as she processed the information.

“Is there anymore room, and anymore alcohol?” Coming over, she sat on the same log as Remy who passed her the bottle.

The rest of the evening was filled with introductions, and explanations about what was going on. She was not familiar with the concept of a multiverse, which Johnny was all too happy to explain to her. Throughout all of this though, she could not help but notice how distant Gambit was being. He was hesitant to get involved with any of her conversations, but did keep throwing her looks all evening.

When it came time to sleep, Remy offered her his bed, while he could lay on the ground. But she quickly shot it down. Instead, she offered that they could both sleep in the bed. It was certainly large enough for the two of them. But even with her that close, he could not sleep. Remy could feel the warmth seeping from her body through the pillow wall they had constructed. And that also meant that he could feel when she eventually rolled out of bed in the middle of the night.

She had stumbled through the unfamiliar territory and made her way outside where she could feel the cold seeping into her body. It felt refreshing after she tried to sleep near Gambit. She was constantly telling herself that this was not her own. Her’s had died years ago. This could not be him.

“Chere, whatcha doin’ out here?” He whispered, walking out into the moonlight that they found themselves in. It was so bright that they could have mistaken it for the sun.

“Nothing, Gambit,” came her reply. “Go back to bed. I’ll be fine.”

But he did not listen. Remy came, and plopped himself right next to her on the stone steps. Taking a deep breath in and out, he placed his hands behind him and leaned back.

“Ya know, when I was with my version of you, she would always tell me dat she was fine. Even when she knew dat I definitely saw through it. She always did it because she didn’t want me t’ worry ‘bout her. But it jus’ made me worry more.” He confessed. The evening was pulling from him things that he was sure he had not been able to feel in a long time.

“My Remy, he, um-” she stammered, “he would make me write when he couldn’t get me to talk for whatever reason. Going mute was always a warning sign. I don’t trust easily, and he knew that. When he died, I kind of lost it. I lashed out. But then a little voice popped into my head, and it sounded just like him. It brought me back, and has kept me sane since.” She admitted to the man that she had known for less than a day. But there was something about this Gambit that made her feel safe like her own.

“You travel t’ da Shadowlands anytime recently?” He wondered aloud, looking over at the woman who was watching the moon quietly.

“No, my Remy wouldn’t like it if I did without something or someone to pull me out.”

They got quiet as they allowed the moment to pass over them. Gambit was still staring at her as the night went on. Scooting closer, he pressed his shoulder against her own in a little bit of comfort. Thankfully, she leaned her head against his body, just like his had done. Maybe this was how they always functioned, in every universe.

[raineandsky]

hi! i love ur work! i was wondering if you could write something about two enemies (hero x villain) that are undercover as civilians and begrudgingly working together? and somehow villain witnesses an interaction between hero and someone that clearly makes the hero uncomfortable, and realizes his hero has some trauma there? thank you!

ooooh i love this!! thank you for the request, hope you enjoy :D

tw: stalking

“Huh,” someone says flatly from the tills. “Long time no see.”

The hero’s gaze is turned very pointedly to the screen in front of them. “Yeah.”

The villain glances up from where he’s more or less fighting a stack of baskets. A woman is letting herself into the hero’s space, her arm resting casually on the counter and a smug smirk playing at her lips. The hero is leaning as far away as physically possible from her, looking anywhere but her face.

Ooh, drama. The villain can’t deny a little excitement in this bland little life.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” the woman continues. Her voice is much too loud for what she’s saying. The hero winces. The villain edges curiously closer. “A talk is long overdue, ain’t it?”

“I’m working,” the hero says weakly.

The hero has a fatal flaw. The villain positively delights in the fact. As if the hero can feel the joy radiating off the villain, they shoot him a desperate glance.

“You’re helping a customer, honey,” the woman says brazenly. “Now tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Sorry.” An older man pulls the villain’s attention from the unfolding show in front of him, much to his dismay. “I’ve been waiting a while. Is that the only till available?”

The villain groans inwardly. This bit of fun will have to be for another day. “Sorry. Let me sort that for you.”

He makes his way to the tills, where the hero is trying—and failing, by the looks of it—to shoot down the woman’s questions. Villainy has given him an extra lack of care; he shoves himself straight into their conversation without a thought.

“Hi,” the villain cuts in smoothly, “hi—sorry, you’re holding up the queue.”

A queue of one, mind. The woman gives him an incredulous once-over. “They’re helping a customer, honey.”

“They’re chatting on the job.” The villain shoots the hero an annoyed glare, which they return, stupidly, with relief. “You’re preventing our staff from working. I need you to pay and leave, please.”

The woman smirks like she’s about to win an argument. “I’m not paying for anything.”

“Oh, cool.” The villain returns her smugness with plain annoyance. “You can just get out then.”

“You—! Ugh, fine.” The woman sneers at him before turning her gaze back to the hero. “I’ll see you at the end of your shift, honey.”

The hero positively pales. “Oh, uh—”

The woman saunters for the doors, clearly disinterested in an answer, and the hero watches her go blankly.

“Alright.” The villain ushers the old man ahead. “Do your job this time, or I’ll have to smite you into next week.”

The literalness of the sentence is lost to the old man, but the hero smiles slightly at the threat anyway.

He leaves after what feels like an eternity, and the villain pounces on his opportunity for gossip instantly. “Well? Make this dead-end job worth it, please.”

The hero’s face hardens into an irritated frown. “Is there a reason you’re so interested in my life?”

The villain graces him with an innocent smile. “Blackmail.”

The hero stares at him for a long moment before deflating with a sigh. They start folding a plastic bag more carefully than the villain has ever had the displeasure of watching. “She’s my ex.”

“It’s always the ex!” The villain laughs, giving the hero a light punch in the arm. It’s a lot calmer a gesture than he’ll be giving them later, but he doesn’t need the entire shop knowing he could burn this place to the ground. “What’d you do to piss her off?”

The bag gets lovingly placed on the folded bag pile the hero apparently has. The villain’s never been close enough to this till to have noticed it before.

“I didn’t do anything,” the hero says defensively. “She’s the one who couldn’t let it go and thinks following me around is going to fix anything.”

The villain gapes openly at the hero. The hero pointedly turns away to fiddle with something on the register next to them.

“Oh my god,” the villain says in the tones of a dramatic schoolgirl. “You have a stalker.”

The no I don’t the villain was expecting doesn’t come out. The hero carefully adjusts the register screen, the angle way more important than it should be. “Oh my god, [Hero],” the villain repeats, “you have a stalker.”

“I don’t see why that’s such a crazy concept to you,” the hero snaps. “I thought you’d have loved the thought of someone creeping around after me.”

“I’d love it if it was me creeping around after you,” the villain says with a scoff. “I know what I’d be doing if I was doing it. What’s she doing?”

“Hoping I’ll talk to her.”

“She’s insane.”

“That’s well established by now.”

“Okay, well…” The villain wrings his hands awkwardly. “If you, like, want me to smite her or anything, y’know…”

“What is with you and smiting people?” The hero laughs, kind of, and the villain hates that he’s glad they do. “And why would you do it if I wanted you to?”

The villain shrugs. He’s the one turning his face away now, picking idly at some of the vinyl peeling off the counter. “It’s a nice excuse for me to go after someone who clearly deserves it.”

“And I don’t?”

“I’m trying to be nice for the first time in my life, [Hero],” the villain snaps sharply. “Stop making it so difficult.”

The hero rolls their eyes. “Sorry, sorry. Go ahead. I’ll be reporting this to the first journalist I see though. Ah, I can see the headline already.” They grin at the villain’s growing scowl. “Evil villain turned good by a hero's personal problems. They would love you.”

“And I’m going to love kicking your ass so hard tonight you won’t be able to sit for a week,” he retorts. Then, after a moment’s deliberation, “do you need me to walk you to your car?”

“Aww, you’re so—”

“Okay, no, nevermind. Walk yourself.”

The hero smiles lightly. “If you don’t mind. It’d help a lot.”

The villain nods shortly. He turns back the pile of baskets and makes a mental note to add an extra round to his smiting machine later.

[thatbanditqueen]

Louisiana Saturday Night, a new fic.....

I have been working on a new WIP set at the Louisiana Hayride from 1954 - 1956, and will probably post chapter one in the next few days. It starts in October 1954, when 19 year-old Elvis had never played outside the small clubs of Memphis, except for that once. At the Opry. And that didn't go too well.

Now he faces his biggest audience ever at the Lousiana Hay Ride: over three thousand people in-person (a thousand more than the Opry!) and millions over the radio. He has only recorded two singles, never been away from home much or gone beyond second base with a girl, and doesn't know much about life as a touring musician. But he's eager to learn and grab every opportunity he can with those long, inexperienced slender fingers.

This fic will have my usual blend of poorly executed dry humor, fluff, smut and angst.

please comment or reblog if you want to be tagged - here is a preview.

Here is a snippet from Chapter 1: Hot Wax

Approximately 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, October 16, 1954

The Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana

The first time she saw Elvis up close he was hunched over the sink tapping his fingers along the porcelain rim. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he reminded Freddie of a bottle rocket about to blow. She smiled at the thought of him bursting through the ceiling like a comic book hero, his oversized sports coat trailing behind him like a long pink cape.

She wasn’t sure if he was recovering from his first set or talking himself into the second, but what she did know was that this kid was as green as they came. Horace had been reading Pappy the riot act yesterday when she walked by his office, yelling at him for booking “some hillbilly who just fell off the turnip truck, cuz Sam Philips brings you a bottle of Jack every time he comes through town.”  The audience out there had been so taken aback by his country bop they’d forgotten to clap, and she doubted Pappy would be allowed to invite him back.

As she watched the show up in the control booth, Freddie had wondered if Elvis’ performance had gone over better with the radio listeners who hadn’t had to watch his stilted, awkward movements on stage. There was a ragged emotional tenor to his voice, and now that she was standing right in front of him she had to admit he had a dark, sultry allure that was strikingly different from all these other boys doing their best Gene Autry impression.

But geez, now the poor kid began to mutter into his reflection and she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Freddie barely knew how to deal with the girls she found balling in the bathroom. 

“Um, hey there. You ok?”

Elvis jerked around and ran his hand through his sopping wet hair and straightened up, stiff like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Most folks are nervous their first time. That’s a big crowd.”

“Don’t you worry about me, honey, I ain’t nervous.” He looked her over, a sneer forming at his mouth. “Didn’t you heard the man? I’m the hottest thing on wax. Mr. Logan just asked me to play a second set.”

“Oh - uh - well, I guess I was wrong.”

“MMhmmm. Just getting geared up to go back on stage.” He settled his hands at his waist and shot her a sulky fierce glower, then waggled his eyebrows in a challenge.

“Oh, well that's good. Maybe you can answer something for me then.”

“Anything baby.” 

He softened and bit his lip, giving her what she took to be his version of a come hither look. He looked like he was fighting back a sneeze and Freddie had to swallow her laughter. 

“Why are you in the Ladies’ Powder Room?”

Elvis paused and looked down for a beat as he shook his head and laughed.

She nodded toward the shelf of perfume bottles, powders and the basket of dainty pink sanitary napkin boxes with Kotex printed along the sides.

He let out a low whistle and rubbed his mouth.

“Man o man, I guess you got me, might be jus a lil nervous. I ‘spose I really weren’t watching were I was going, huh?”

Freddie couldn’t help the way she dumbly smiled back, noticing up close how long and thick his eyelashes were as he looked down at her through them. She suddenly had the urge to take his hand and lead him to the green room where she could make him a hot cup of tea and comfort him and give him all the advice she had from her four years of working at KWKH. But instead she took a deep breath and fidgeted with her cardigan.

“I won't tell anyone you were in here. It can be our secret."

other fic taglist - i won't tag you again on this unless you comment you want to be tagged:

@whositmcwhatsit

@from-memphis-with-love

@vintageshanny

@shakerattlescroll

@peskybedtime

@be-my-ally

@ellie-24

@missmaywemeetagain

@powerofelvis

@arrolyn1114

@lookingforrainbows

@eliseinmemphis

@kingdomforapony

@everythingelvispresley

@richardslady121

@dkayfixates

@artlover8992

@freudianslumber

@amydarcimarie

@toreigh

@18lkpeters

@yynneessmons

@ashtag6887

@waiting4brucewayne2adoptme

@returntopresley

@rjmartin11

@louisejoy86

@notstefaniepresley

@i-r-i-n-a-a

@j-v-9-2

@beeandheroddobsessions

@doll-elvis

@burningloverdoll

@ohjustpeachy1

@everythingelvispresley

@velvetelvis

@horror-movieshoes

@ooihcnoiwlerh

@moonchild-daniella

@lialocklear

@obsessionisthecure

@tacozebra051

@elvispresleywife

@bisexualwvtson

@father-of-2cats

@lillypink

@godlypresley

@crash-and-cure

@misspresley

@daffieapple

@louisejoy86

@burningloverdoll

@stargirllily19

@amydarcimarie

@elvisrealgf

@littlehoneyposts

@eapep

@stylespresleyhearted

[mysticalmallard]

Princess Band-aids Can Fix Broken Hearts

Description: In this scenario, Katherine is 5 years old. Chibs is babysitting her as her parents, Gemma and Clay, are looking for a 19 year old Jax who has gone missing after Tara dumped him and left Charming.

Word Count: 2,720

Warnings: not much, yelling at a child and making them cry I guess counts

Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz

♥︎ MainMasterlist ♥︎

Chibs sighed, looking down at the 5 year old girl. This definitely wasn’t what he’d envisioned for his Saturday night, but he’s agreed to watch her after Clay and Gemma had practically begged him.

Grumbling under his breath, he knelt down in front of her, giving a small smile.

“Are ye gonna be a good lass, or a little terror?” He joked.

Katherine looked up at Chibs, her brown eyes wide. “I’ll be good, I promise.” She said softly, a small smile on her face.

Chibs chuckled softly at her response. “That’s wha’ I like to hear.” He ruffled her hair carefully, before straightening up again. “Now, whut d’ye wanna do?”

Katherine thought for a moment, her little forehead creasing in concentration. “Can we play outside?” She asked, looking up at Chibs hopefully.

Chibs nodded, a small smile on his face. “Aye, we can do that.” He gestured for her to follow him, and together they headed outside.

Outside, Chibs led Katherine over to a small play area that the Morrow’s had set up for her. There was a swingset, a sandbox, and a small slide.

The Scottish man sat down on a nearby bench, watching as Katherine immediately made a beeline for the swingset. Chibs chuckled quietly to himself as he watched her swing back and forth, her little legs pumping as hard as they could.

He sat there for a few moments, simply watching her play, admiring her quiet, almost timid nature. She was a total contrast to her older brother and parents for sure.

As time passed, Chibs found himself becoming more and more endeared to the little girl. She was so damn carefree, so damn innocent, and it warmed his heart in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Is Jaxie coming home soon?"

Chibs was snapped out of his thoughts by her question. He shook his head slightly, giving her a small smile.

“Nah lass, he won’t be comin’ home anytime soon. Your dad and ma are takin’ care o’ him.”

"Why? Is it because he is sad?"

Chibs chuckled quietly at her question, nodding.

“Yeah, sweetheart. He is a bit sad, like ye said. He’s got a broken heart, an’ your mom and dad are tryin’ to help him through it.”

"Oh no, does he need a doctor to fix his heart like they fixed Mommy's heart when she was little?"

Chibs tried to suppress a chuckle, grinning at her question.

“Nah, darlin’. He doesn’t need a doctor to fix his heart. When I said he has a ‘broken heart’ I meant it in a different way.”

"What do you mean?"He chuckled at her innocence, her naive nature.

“When I said yer brother has a broken heart, I meant that he’s goin’ through a tough time, because his girlfriend left him.”

"Tara?"

Chibs nodded. “Yeah… Tara. She left him, and now he’s feelin’ sad and lonely.”

"Left him?.....We should go and bring her back to make Jaxie happy again!" Katherine said jumping from the swing seat eyes full of determination

"Do you know where she went uncle Chibs?"

Chibs let out a bark of laughter, her determination amusing him.

“Lassie, we can’t just simply go and grab Tara. She doesn’t wanna be here anymore, she left Jax all on his own.”

"Oh...why did she leave if it makes Jaxie sad she said she loved him and Mom said you never leave the people you love?"

Chibs sighed, her innocent question tugging at his heartstrings.

“Sometimes people just don’t work out, darlin’. Even if they say they love each other, sometimes people just ain’t right for each other.”

Katherine eyes start to water starting to sniffle "but mommy and daddy say they the love each other is mummy leaving too?"

Chibs’ eyes widened at her question, his heart clenching in his chest.

“Now, hold on a second lass. Your ma and pa love each other a whole lot, yeah? They ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

"But you said people leave after they say they love each other I don't want mommy to leave, you can't let her leave daddy I don't want him to be sad too" she chocked out in-between sobs Chibs quickly scooped her up, sitting her on his lap.

“Hey… Hey, look at me. Your ma and pa ain’t going anywhere, lass.” He said, resting a hand on each of her shoulders. “Your pa adores your ma, and she feels the same about him. They’re not goin’ anywhere I promise.”

"Pinky promise?"

Chibs smiled, holding his pinky finger out to her.

“Pinky promise.” He said, his tone of voice warm and gentle.As their pinkies linked together, Katherine’s sobs began to quieten slightly.

Chibs wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against him, gently rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.

“There we go, lass. No more tears, yeah?” He murmured against her hair, continuing to rub her back. “Your pa and ma love each other more than anything. They’re never goin’ to leave each other, or you or your brother, I swear.”

Katherine nodded Chibs smiled softly, glad that he’d managed to calm her down.

He continued to hold her against his chest, one hand gently rubbing her back, the other cradling the back of her head, his fingers gently tangling in her light brown hair.

"When are mommy and daddy coming home?" She sniffles

Chibs sighed, his fingers gently fiddling with her hair.

“Not for a while, darlin’. They’ve got a lot to take care of with your brother, he’s in a pretty bad state at the moment.”

"Okay...if I make Jaxie a card do you think that would make him feel better?"

Chibs smiled, impressed by her selflessness.

“Yeah, I think it would. That’s a damn good idea, darlin’.”

"Damn is a bad word Mommy said not to say that"

“Aye, yer ma’s right lass, it is a bad word.” Chibs chuckled softly, grinning at her. “Forgive me… I shouldn’t’ve sworn in front of ye.”

“But I’m serious darlin’, makin’ a card for your brother is a sweet idea. I bet it’ll make him feel a lot better.”

Katherine nodded, a small smile forming on her face. She seemed more settled now, no longer in danger of bursting into tears at any moment.

“Can I make it now?” She asked, her eyes hopeful.Chibs chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, lass, you can make it now. Go on and grab some paper and pens, and I’ll help ye make it.”

“Okay!” Katherine exclaimed, her previous sadness and worry forgotten as she scrambled off of Chibs’ lap and ran inside to find the supplies she needed.

Chibs chuckled silently to himself, amused by her quick mood change. After a few moments, Katherine reappeared, clutching a stack of brightly coloured paper and a box of crayons.

She sat down on the grass in front of Chibs, and began sorting through the paper and crayons, picking out the ones she wanted to use.Chibs watched as she began to draw, her concentration clear. She was so focused, her little tongue sticking out slightly as she scribbled determinedly.

He chuckled quietly to himself, silently admiring her determination and creativity.

As she continued to draw, Chibs watched over her, providing the occasional bit of advice or encouragement.

“That looks good, lass.” He said, as she carefully colored in a picture of a heart. “Your brother’s gunna love it.”

"Can I have a bandaid please to stick it here?" She says pointing at her picture Chibs chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“A bandaid? Why do ye need a bandaid, lass?”

"To fix it for Jaxie bandaids fix you if you are hurt and you said Jaxie's heart hurted"

Chibs smiled, her innocent explanation tugging at his heartstrings.

“Ah, I see. And the bandaid is to fix his broken heart, yeah?”

"Mmhm"

Chibs was touched by her sweetness, and her determination to help her brother, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Alright, lass, hold on a moment.” He said, getting to his feet.

He disappeared into the house for a moment, returning a few minutes later with a small box of bandaids.

"Which one do u think Jaxie would like better the princess one or the froggie one?"

Chibs chuckled, looking at the two options.

“I think he’d like the frog one.” He said with a smirk. “He’s never been one for princesses.”

Chibs’ head snapped up at the sound of the door slamming, his gaze turning to the open front door through the window.

He groaned quietly, hearing the raised voices of Clay, Gemma, and Jax arguing.

He picks up Katherine as he carried her inside, Chibs could hear the heated argument coming from the living room. He could hear Clay and Gemma’s raised voices, and Jax’s tired, strained voice responding. He felt a pang of sympathy for the young man, but quickly focused his attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Hey, darlin’.” He said softly. “Let’s go sit in another room for a bit yeah.”

"Can I give Jaxie his card first?" She asked hilding the card up.

Chibs hesitated for a moment, listening to the ongoing argument.

“Maybe not right now, sweetheart.” He said gently. “Your parents and brother are havin’ a bit of a disagreement at the moment. It wouldn’t be a good time to interrupt them.”

Before chibbs could take her to another room jax comes storming out almost running into them

"JAXIE! Your home look look I made you a card"Jax stopped in his tracks as he almost ran into Chibs and Katherine. He looked tired and angry, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a tousled mess.

But he stopped, looking down at his little sister as she held up a brightly coloured card."Not now, Katherine" he says pushing the card out of his face

"B-but I made it for you to make you feel better"

"Make me feel better?" He snatches the card out of her hands and rips it in front of her face "A STUPID CARD CHANGES NOTHING !! SHES GONE AND ITS THIS STUPID FAMILIES FAULT!!!" Jax screams in her face his face turning red.

Chibs immediately walks a few steps back, and covers her ear with the hand not supporting her, when jax raised his voice "JAX! calm down lad it ain't her fault!"

Jax snapped his head towards Chibs, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Yeah, but it’s someone’s fault!!” He yelled, his voice hoarse and cracked. “She’s gone and she ain’t takin’ my calls or texts. This whole thing is bullshit!!”

Katherine is sobbing she is scared she doesn't understand whats going on all she knows is people are shouting and Jax ruined her card "d-did it not work? D-does your heart still hurt?"

Jax looked back at his sister, his anger fading as the realization of what he had done sunk in.

He looked down at the ripped card in his hand, his heart clenching in his chest. Katherine’s words cut through his anger, and he realized what he had done.

“….Oh god.” He mumbled, guilt washing over him.

Chibs watched the scene unfold, his heart aching for both siblings.

He saw the guilt on Jax’s face, the confusion and sadness on Katherine’s. He knew that Jax was hurting, but he couldn’t condone what he had done.

“Lad, that wasn’t very nice.” He scolded, his voice gentle but firm.

Jax looked away, unable to meet Chibs’ gaze. He felt ashamed of himself, remorse washing over him for snapping at his little sister.

“Yeah… I know.” He mumbled, shoving the torn card in his pocket.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from Katherine’s quiet sniffles.

Chibs looked from Jax to his sister, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. He took a few steps forward, stopping in front of Jax.

“Look, lad, I know you’re hurtin’. I get that. But takin’ it out on your little sister ain’t gonna fix nothin’.”

Jax clenched his jaw, his eyes still downcast. He knew Chibs was right, but the pain and anger he was feeling made it hard to admit.

Katherine wipes her eyes with her sleeve "I'm sorry Jaxie for making you mad I just wanted to make you better so u won't be sad anymore"

Jax felt a pang of guilt as he listened to his sister’s words. He had overreacted and taken his anger out on her, something that he realized wasn’t fair to her.

“Hey, hey, no don’t… don’t apologize, okay? You didn’t do nothin’ wrong.” He said, his voice soft and shaky.

"But I made you a bad card it didn't work"

Jax shook his head, his expression growing softer. “No, it wasn’t a bad card. It was a really good card, okay? I just.. I just wasn’t thinkin’. I shouldn’t’ve ripped it up. I’m sorry, alright?” He went to reach for Katherine but she turned away from him and into Chibs.

Chibs wrapped his arms around Katherine, providing a comforting presence for her. He felt a pang of sadness as he watched her turn away from Jax, but he understood why she did it.

Jax frowned, feeling a pang of hurt as his little sister turned away from him and into Chibs’ embrace. He knew he deserved it, after the way he’d spoken to her, but it still stung. He pulls the remains of the card from his pocket and has and idea.

"Hey Kat..do you have any tape in that craft box of yours?"

Katherine looked up, wiping her eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” She said softly, curious about what he was doing.

“Could I borrow it for a second?” She nodded, pointing to the craft box on one of the tables.

“It’s in there.” She said, sniffling slightly.

Jax walked over to the table, rummaging through the craft box for the tape. He could feel Chibs and Katherine watching him, but he tried to ignore their gazes.

After a few moments, he found the tape, holding it up in triumph.He walked back over to Chibs and Katherine, tape in hand.

He sat down in front of them, unfolding the torn pieces of the card.He began to carefully, slowly tape the pieces back together. It was a slow process, the tape sticking to his fingers and making it hard to line up the edges.

But he persisted, determined to restore the card to its original state. After a few minutes, he had managed to tape the card back together. It wasn’t perfect, the tape was visible in several places and the edges were a bit jagged.

But it was still the same card, the colored drawings and scrawled words now pieced back together. All that was left was the bandaid but it has lost its stickiness he felt a soft tap on his shoulder Katherine holding out another one "there were no more froggie ones would this princess one be okay? Uncle chibs says you don't like them but we can cross them out if you want"

Jax chuckled softly, touched by his sister's thoughtful gesture.

"No, it's fine. I think the princess one would work just as well."

He took the bandaid from her and carefully placed it over the heart on the card. He held up the finished card, examining it. It was far from perfect, but the fact that it was put back together made it more meaningful.

Chibs gently ruffled Katherine's hair and whispers

"good job, kiddo."

Jax took a deep breath, steeling himself.

"Hey, Kat?" He said, looking up at his sister. Katherine looked at him, her expression still slightly wary.

"Yeah?" She said quietly.

Jax hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I'm sorry for ripping your card. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. You were just tryna help, and I acted like a jerk."

It was silent for a moment before Katherine frowns and whispers "jerk is a bad word but its okay I won't tell mommy"

Jax couldn’t help but chuckle at his sister's attempt at scolding him.

"Yeah, it is. Don't go saying that to mom, alright?"

He looked up at Chibs, grinning.

Chibs chuckled.

"Aye, I think that might cause a bit of trouble. Best, keep that one to yourself, lass."

•○•○•○•

To read more about my OC Katherine and her life around the club click here

[n3wstxd]

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊/𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 - 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

warnings: anal sex, riding, getting caught, getting blue balled

I’ve been putting off posting this for the longest time so here you go

nsfw under the cut :)

Kirk leaned against the couch, condensation dripping onto his pants from the beer in his hand. Usually, he’d care to sit it down on the coffee table, but right now his eyes were fixed on the Dane in front of him, bent over and rummaging through a pile of old VHS tapes. 

“We got ‘The Thing’? Or do you wanna watch ‘Dracula’ first?” Lars called from the pile. Kirk shrugged—not like Lars could see him do it. 

“Anything. It’s not like I haven’t watched them a million times.” 

Kirk can practically feel Lars roll his eyes. “‘The Thing’ it is.” And when Lars stands again, Kirk almost frowns at the loss. He settled into the seat next to Kirk after slipping the tape in, and he switched the lights off. 

Kirk soon enough forgot about Lars’ ass, and focuses on the film, mindlessly absorbed into the film, fingers oily from popcorn. Lars, unfortunately for Kirk, seemed like he had to give his opinion on everything that the characters did in the movie. 

“He’s not having a heart attack, dumbass! He’s obviously the thing!” Lars raised an arm and pointed at the screen agitatedly. This is why Kirk watched movies with Cliff, not the Dane. 

When Copper used the defibrillator on Norris the second time, his arms plunged into the mouth cavity of Norris’ metamorphosised body. Lars cried out again. 

“I told you! Told you he was! Ain’t that right?” Kirk sighed internally. “Yeah, man.” Lars muttered more bullshit about how he predicted everything, thinking he was some sort of clairvoyant. Kirk had seen the movie a million times, and from day one even he knew what was going to happen, but it seemed that Lars prided himself on having basic common sense.

Three beers down and watching the next few movies, Lars is spewing nonsense again—one more beer and he’d sound like a conspiracy theorist. Kirk would ask him to shut up, but he’s well past caring, his alcohol-addled mind choosing to muffle out Lars’ incessant yapping.

When Lars finally shuts up, Kirk doesn’t register. He’s enthralled by the movie when he hears Lars’ voice right by his ear. “Kirk.” The Filipino startles, popcorn jostling in his bowl. “Shit, what?” He asked, leaning away from him. 

“I’ve been calling you for like…this long.” Lars holds his arms out like a child in his inebriated state. “Whaddya want?” Kirk groans, rubbing his strained eyes. The Dane tilts his head like a curious dog, only lit by the blueish light from the TV. “I’m horny.” 

Kirk sputters. “Seriously?” His face flushed further, avoiding eye contact with him, eyes glued to the screen. Lars hummed in response, fingers trailing up Kirk’s thigh tentatively. He shivered, grasping Lars’ wrist. “Cant we just watch this..?” he slurs, but Lars insists on bothering him further by resting a hand on his chest, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Lars’ drunken grin, both of them drunk. Kirk barely retained any of his sobriety. 

“Please..?” Lars whispers, leaning in close with his breath ghosting against the shell of Kirk’s ear. It’s too hard to resist, to say no, and his decisions are influenced by the alcohol—so he lets Lars crawl on top of him, cling to him like glue and latch on with his lecherous teeth. 

The movie now plays forgotten in the background, the eerie horror now white noise. Lars lets his hands roam over Kirk’s tanned skin, warm against his cold hands. Goosebumps trail in his wake, skin pulling taut and hairs standing to attention. He’s like a vampire, lips attached to Kirk’s neck. He bites and sucks and laps over his skin greedily, making the older man squirm. Kirk’s hands rest on Lars’ narrow hips, cock already twitching in his boxers. 

Lars grinds against him, a strangled moan escaping his parted lips as he throws his head back. Kirk bucks his hips upwards, chasing the delicious friction. His fingers dig into the cool flesh of Lars’ waist under his shirt. 

Lars soon stops his grinding, and Kirk whines at the loss. But it’s all worth it because Lars shoves his pants down and tugs Kirk’s shorts off, hips hovering above Kirk’s erection. Maybe Lars had planned this, because the sneaky fuck had lube in his bag. He lubed up his own fingers and loosely stretched himself out, before slicking up Kirk and sinking down. 

Kirk chokes on his saliva—Lars wasted no time bouncing up and down on his cock like he was made for it. Jesus, either he loved the stretch or he had no feeling down there. Kirk’s hands rested on his hips again, following his movements with eagerness. 

“Fuck, Lars—Jesus, slow down..” Kirk drawled out, trying to keep up with the younger man. “I’m horny,” Lars repeats with a gasp, moaning out like a pornstar. Kirk was used to Lars’ already unusually high libido, but when he was drunk was a whole thing. “God—so good…thick fuckin cock.” Lars praises, the words going straight to Kirk’s head. 

“Fuck, you’re good..” He babbles on, spewing praises like Kirk’s the messiah. Kirk tips his head back, breathy whines escaping his lips. His hips buck upwards, meeting Lars halfway so that his cockhead brushes against Lars’ prostate maddeningly. 

Lars can feel his orgasm building up quick, with the way his cock pulses in sync with his heartbeat, standing tall and blurting precome. Kirk slams Lars’ hips down, and Lars grips his shoulders to hang on for the ride. Kirk screws his eyes shut and moves Lars’ hips up and down faster.

Lars moans, loud, and Kirk relishes in the sweet sounds. He wanted to hear more, see what else he could draw out of him. They’re both soon to reach their climax.

Until.

The clattering of keys and heavy-booted footsteps can be heard coming in fast from down the hallway, and the two freeze. 

They sober up in an instant, and Lars tries to pull off Kirk’s cock but there’s no time. They’re too late—the door opens, and James’ voice can be heard. 

“Hey guys—oh my god!”

Kirk and Lars share the same horrified expression—like they’d witnessed a murder. But nothing can beat the look on James’ face. James sounds and looks disgusted, covering his eyes like a child. Cliff is behind him, and he merely shakes his head like a disappointed parent. 

Kirk could feel the pressure in his gut immediately dissipate. Lars as well, both so close to a satisfying end, only to be stopped. 

“Yeah, I’m gone.” James gags, stumbling out the room dramatically. Cliff watches him for a second before turning back to them. He speaks like a parent chastising his children.

“Lock the door next time.” 

When Lars and Kirk are finally alone, their desires melted away, it’s awkward. So awkward, now that they’re thinking more clearly. Lars shifts uncomfortably on Kirk’s lap.

“Wow. They just blue balled us. What the hell!” He groaned, pulling himself off Kirk’s now flaccid dick. His own has softened, and he tosses Kirk’s pants to him while pulling his own up. What a way to have their night ruined. 

They would remind themselves to walk in on Cliff and James on purpose next time.

[yowyowyaoi]

Tobi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Sasori

What exactly do you expect me to say to that?

Donuts outside your door. Peace offering.

I’m sure it’s just as scared of you as you are of it.

No it’s three. THREE leaves are bad.

I’ll have Deidara give it to you but from now on if you idiots choose to keep going out without sunscreen I’m no longer treating the burn.

I noticed. But we all have secrets. That one is yours.

I’ve long forgotten the taste of food but if you think you can do a better job than Konan, by all means tell her. I’m sure she’ll take it well.

From Zetsu

What would he even be to you? Uncle? Grandpa? Great-grandpa? 

Patience, sunshine and a lottttttt of sugar.

He wouldn’t be very pleased that you’re letting one immature blonde ruin your focus this way …

No I HAD to eat him. His screaming would have attracted the enemy.

Your eyes look atrocious have you been using the drops??

Don’t kill it until I get there! They make great snacks 😋

I get that but sleep is important too kid.

Pls tell me you’re not the one who ate it all. Please. Please.

From Hidan

I mean maybe if you had a bigger dick but I’m not even sure the puppet has one at all so idk man 🤷‍♂️

Geez I wasn’t that drunk was I? 

You’ve got some balls on you bastard but fuck yes I’m in!! 😈 Funniest shit ever.

So get out of bed and come hang out. Just laying there all day ain’t helping shit.

It’s rated R but only for the sex shit. Don’t worry I know what a little bitch you are about scary movies 🙄

You snitch on me and tomorrow you wake up with your severed hand shoved up your ass 😇

Stop being such a stingy mf you don’t even like ribs asshole!

Not as weird as you think. He’s very flexible for a geezer 

No you’d be perfect for it. Nobody could read your face bc of that fucking mask!

Don’t let Konan see she’d kill both of us and then dig us up to fuck us up again 😓

From Kisame

Itachi insists I ask you to join us, so please come.

There isn’t one in your closet and even if there was, why would you send ME after it?!

God are you and Itachi related or something?! I can’t get either one of you to stop with the damn sweets!

PLEASE stop jumping on the bed I gotta get up in 3 hours I need SLEEP 😡

Stop asking me 1000 questions every time you watch the Discovery Channel 😑

From Nagato

I’m tired of speaking to you three about the same damn issues every single week. You are all grown men and I should not have to babysit you.

If I’m getting complaints from people OUTSIDE of this group? Then, yes, it is a problem.

Do as you see fit but remember your missions take precedence above all.

I’d advise you to keep in mind that he’s only 19 years old, and he already has that hair-trigger temper.

At least on this one point we can agree: white-haired “mentors” are the worst. 

What makes you think Sasori would make a good Pein-body for me? 

From Kakuzu 

You realize every cloak you tear up I’M the one hand sewing the replacement??

You Deidara Hidan all need to clean your rooms you’re making the house smell like a public toilet 😡

Only if YOU want to be the one to go out and catch the bounty to afford that.

I would suggest you stay focused on your missions. This is a serious organization, not a highschool.

I doubt that. I’m rarely surprised, brat.

Be a lot easier to treat it if you took that damn mask off and let me SEE it, kid.

Not complaining about the money but … how did you get it so fast 🤨

Konan says it was you, you say it was Itachi. Wonder what Itachi’s going to tell me.

No. And anyway you’re old enough to know that “love potions” aren’t real.

From Konan

Dinner’s ready!

You know that’s a completely inappropriate question to ask a woman, right?

Come see me later I’ll use the good shampoo and then give you a trim 😊

The other things I don’t mind but everyone is responsible for their own underwear.

Just go play with the one that Itachi absolutely does not have in his room.

Okay but FIVE SEPARATE PEOPLE came to me and told me they saw you playing with it right before it “mysteriously broke”. 😒

Not saying the muscles are impressive. But. 🫣

From Itachi

I’ve found that massaging the lids for half an hour and then resting with a cold cloth over them really helps.

I saw. I couldn’t believe how tall he’s gotten 😢

I’ll let you read it when I’m done. It helps with a lot of the overwhelming feelings.

I’m not scared at all. I just don’t want Kisame to be around to see it happen.

Honestly? I don’t trust that old man and I don’t think you should either, cousin.

A few bad teeth is probably the least of my health concerns, ha ha 🙃

Come walk with me. Give you a chance to breathe for a while.

Yeah but the thing about dreams is at some point, you’ve got to wake up. 

We’re both young and strong. Together with Sasuke we could do it. And be free.

Are you kidding? That movie would have BOTH of them pissing their pants. 🤣

No matter what he’s just going to find an excuse to fine you for it and take it out of your pay.

Ugh I tried but the way he eats everything super rare? And then licks the blood off the plate?? 🤢

From Deidara

Well you know he’s immortal so, never.

A big box of dangos and like half a cherry pie. You can have it but do NOT let me catch you eating everything at once.

We leave in 20 min. Don’t forget your pack this time.

No Kakuzu thinks Hidan did it and I’m not gonna correct him, and NEITHER ARE YOU.

That’s … pretty gay, ngl

Socks first, then shoes. Not sock shoe sock shoe. If there was a fire you’d be running out with one foot naked. Who tf raised you?!

Yeah I made it for you. I know you like turtles. And no it doesn’t explode.

I dare you to say that to him

Heyyyy you got $30 I can borrow 😅

No really DID you hide my clay?!

Me, Hidan and Uchiha. You’re coming too.

The way one loves a *friend*, yes

Did the salmon give you the shits too?? God my asshole feels like it’s melting 😫

[outlawruben]

The Sweet Sound of Music

This is a Vandermatthews fic I wrote based on a headcannon I had on how Dutch got his Phonograph he keeps in his tent 🫶

(This also includes a first Vandermatthews kiss, and some drunken dancing)

No I totally didn’t start getting tired and forget how to English towards the end.. wdym?? Anyways here it is 🙏💗

The evening became really drab as the sun began to set, another failed mission leading to a shootout. Thankfully they hadn’t experienced any casualties so it was more of a bruised ego than anything on the pair of hucksters. They bought a single bottle of whiskey with their combined pocket change to share between them.

“Shoulda robbed the bastard that sold us this shit, lord knows he overcharged us.” Dutch grumbled to Hosea. “ ‘s what we get I suppose, he knows our occupation..”

“hm.” Dutch replied unsatisfied with Hosea’s reasoning.

Hosea idly swirled the shared bottle. The two of them didn’t have a glass so they had to share it directly. They were as broke as a joke, and the only thing they had to feed themselves was a couple cans of beans and old venison wrapped up nicely in Hosea’s saddle bag, from when he went hunting a few days back.

“I’m so sick of beans, and lord knows I’ve had too much venison.” Dutch started, braking the silence. “We just need one good take- something to fill our pockets with things that sparkle, rather than lint.”

“I agree, being poor is awfully monotonous.” Hosea chuckled with the usual twinkle in his eye after saying something witty.

“Why don’t I start up that phonograph I found the other day?” Dutch suggested. “You know? To see if it works, of course.” He reasoned. “Sure..” Hosea smirked. Dutch inserted the wax Edison cylinder they found separately in an old cottage a week back.

“Hey, you know what this is?” Dutch asked Hosea from across the small cabin. “Looks like a block of dust to me.” Hosea replied, causing Dutch to roll his eyes. “I remember learning about these, few months ago, read about it in a newspaper, never did I think I’d find a real one!” Dutch exclaimed. The older man stepped closer. “Well enlighten me, Mr. Van Der Linde, what is it?”

“It’s a wax cylinder!” Dutch exclaimed, the light catching the excitement in his eyes. “Very impressive.” Hosea snarked. “It plays music!” Dutch smiled. “So what do I do? ask the lady here to sing for us?” Hosea snickered to himself. Dutch’s smile quickly dropped. “Well if you’re going to be such an ass about it, Mr. Matthews..” Dutch grumbled. “Oh come on Dutch, you know I’m joking.” Hosea reassured him. “How does it work?” Hosea asked smiling.

A couple days later, as if it were fate, they stumbled upon a small, absent camp. The campers were clearly away fishing at the stream a few miles down the hill. And there it was. A phonograph, with Dutch’s name written all over it. And boy was it a hassle to quickly hoist up and strap to their horses, but it wasn’t like it was their first time stealing something of this size.

“Who’d leave something like this unattended?” Dutch asked shouting over the wind and hoofbeats. “Clearly someone who doesn’t know you exist, Dutch.” Hosea replied promptly.

Dutch wound the handle and closely listened for any sign of sound from within the horn. Hosea watched in curiosity, brain half buzzed from the whiskey he was nursing. “Aha!” Dutch exclaimed pleased. “It does work.” He smiled at Hosea. “Good, we can sell that thing for two bottles then.” Hosea joked. “Ain’t happening, I’m going to have this phonograph for as long as I live.” Dutch smiled.

“Too drunk to appreciate good music then?” Dutch asked. “No, I’m right as rain.” Hosea said, feigning total sobriety. “Good, cause I’ve got no dance partner.” Dutch hinted, swaying over to Hosea. “That is if you can dance.” Hosea snarked. “Let me prove it to you then.” Dutch charmed. Normally Dutch’s charisma wouldn’t work on a fully sober Hosea, but Dutch seemed to have the upper hand on this one.

Dutch took Hosea’s right hand in his left, and held the small of his back. While Hosea followed suit holding him around to his upper back. “I didn’t know you were so lady like Hosea, why, I would’ve figured you’d gone to an all girl’s finishing school.” Dutch joked. Hosea shook his head. “Sleep with one eye open Mr. Van Der Linde, I’ll teach you proper knife etiquette.”

“Oh ho!” Dutch barked a laugh. “You don’t mean that.” “We’ll see.” Hosea replied. The music was soft, with a slow beginning, and they swayed rhythmically, save for their weakened knees from the slight drunkenness they shared. “I knew you weren’t quite too old for dancing.” Dutch spoke softly to the man in his arms. “I’m not sure what you mean, I’m in my prime.” Hosea mumbled, and Dutch chucked. “No doubt.” Dutch said smiling.

Hosea glanced up at Dutch’s eyes and Dutch returned the gesture. His eyes were round and youthful, and always seemed to catch every twinkle of light surrounding the coffee brown centers. Hosea thought his were getting duller with age, however, Dutch seemed to think otherwise. Dutch could always get lost in Hosea’s eyes, they were deep reddened russet, and seemed to have a ring of honey gold in the center, and they were Dutch’s most prized possessions.

They subconsciously maneuvered closer to each other as they continued to sway. The air between them was warm and smelled strongly of a shared whiskey bottle, and Dutch’s cigar from earlier. Hosea dragged his hand up Dutch’s shoulder and cupped the nape of his neck, his raven black curls sat between Hosea’s fingers. Returning the gesture, Dutch removed his hand from Hosea’s and cupped his cheek, to which Hosea gently planted his other hand on Dutch’s waist.

Hosea gently closed the gap between them, and met his lips to Dutch’s. Both of their eyes flicked closed. Their lips slipped apart and they closed the gap again and again, Dutch hummed in pleasure and readjusted himself to hold both sides of Hosea’s face, as they continued the motion. Hosea knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t help himself, he already accepted the he “wasn’t going to be let in the pearly gates, what’s another sin to add to the list?” He drunkenly reasoned. Besides it was just them, no one else had to know.

The song had ended and they broke apart blushing two innocent school girls. They starred at each other for a beat when Hosea placed his hand on Dutch’s shoulder, the vulnerability of it all sobered him up a notch. Hosea nervously darted his eyes at the ground around them. “I better get some sleep if we are to have any luck on finding a score.” Hosea started quietly. “Sure.” Dutch managed as they broke their embrace and Hosea walked to his tent. “Good night ‘Sea.” Dutch spoke up sheepishly. “Night, Dutch.” Hosea smiled back at him.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Can you do Vincent Sinclair with a bass guitarist s/o?

Lucky Man: Vincent Sinclair x bassist!reader

Warnings: reader wears black eyeliner and lipstick as clown makeup (makeup is gender neutral but still), reader also smokes

A/N: okay I know it says s/o but I kinda wanted to do a little fic where they first met. So uh, yeah :3

Masterlist

The bar is hot, music is loud, and people are already head banging when Vincent and Bo walk in. Vincent and Bo stopped going to these in their late 20’s. Why they were there tonight, only God knew.

Vincent felt himself though as soon as he followed Bo to the bar and the two sat down a little distance away to watch one of the 7 bands play tonight.

They watch as college kids thrash about the mosh pit, often times punching the shit out of each other and kicking.

That was honestly why he stopped going. Vincent felt too old to do all of that and the music definitely fucked up his ear drums. Bo stopped a year or two after him, getting a few kills in before that. Bo still listened to all of the music but Vincent changed to classical, felt easier on his mind and helped him focus. He’s sure the same could’ve been said about Bo’s music taste.

The band cleans up, 80’s music plays during the break as another band sets up. His eye is set on the most attractive bassist in the world, they wear platform boots and chunky jewelry, skinny jeans and a tank top that showed off every part of their torso.

Your makeup was just as sexy, it ran down your face like you’d been crying while the lipstick looked like clown lips.

You set yourself up and waited idly to start playing, swinging your bass around as you swayed.

You move your pick to the bass and start playing. The lead singer of your band screaming into the mic, Vincent wasn’t even paying attention to the words, only you. You head bang roughly and Vincent nodded along at a less aggressive pace.

Five songs later and your band was cleaning up. He watched as you made your way off of the stage, packing up your bass and heading out the back door, he quickly follows you, lucky that Bo isn’t bitching at him to stay where he is.

You’re leaning against the wall when he gets out there, a cigarette in hand and your bass gone.

He walks up to you wearily and you can’t help but smile. He looks over you, waving politely.

You introduce yourself and hold out your hand, he doesn’t hesitate to take it.

“Vincent.”

His voice sounds like it’s been grated by sandpaper one too many times, you don’t mind it a bit.

“I gotta ask, cause I hate talking to dudes younger than me. How old are you?” You put the cigarette back up to your lip and take a drag, moving your lips as to not blow smoke into his face.

“32.” He replies, you click your tongue and smile.

“Thank god, sick of younger people comin’ up to me and tryin’ to chat like I’m fuckin’ them. I can tell from your vibes you seem like a nice guy Vince.” You slide down the wall and sit with your boots making your feet fall to the side. He sits on the concrete too, just across from you. “I don’t do none of that fuckin’ shit. Most I’ll do is a high five. I promise you that.”

Your tone sounds exhausted, sick of life, but at the same time not so much. You wipe your face, sweaty is disgusting the clown makeup smears.

“I like your mask, you just wear that for fun? Or do you have some sick scar you’re hidin’?”

Vincent shifts in his spot. “Scar.”

You smirk. “Hot.”

The long haired man tilts his head at you. You shrug and laugh a little. “Scars are cool, they’re sexy and hot. I ain’t ever met a man tryin’ to hide that shit. I hope you weren’t shamed into hidin’ it. If you were you should just take it off here or whatever since we welcome freaks and shit.”

Something comes over Vincent and he takes the mask off, your smile grows bigger and you light another cigarette. “See? Sexy as hell, and you don’t have an eye? You’re badass. I’ll tell you that. You’ve barely even talked in the last… 10 minutes we’ve been in each other’s presence, yet to me you’re the coolest bitch out there.”

Vincent smiles and lets out a laugh, it’s too good to be true. You’re too good to be true.

You two spend the next two hours chatting, he talks about his art, going to these shows when he was younger, and Bo and Lester. You talk about how long you’ve been in your band, all of the shows you’ve done, you sneaking into shows when you were younger, that you live close by,and the little hobbies you do on the side. It’s 12 AM by the time Bo finds you and Vincent behind the bar.

Vincent had his mask still off and a cigarette in his mouth. The shocked look on Bo’s face made Vincent almost put his mask back on, both of you were quick to stop him.

“Shit man, took me over a year to finally get you to stop wearin’ that shit around the house and them how fucking long?” He gestures to the mask and then you. “You gotta be a real lucky son of a bitch.” Bo smirks. Vincent blows smoke from his mouth and gets up grabbing his mask. He helps you up with his other hand.

“Guess I am.” You laugh. You feel around for the unused napkin in your pocket. “Either of you have a pen or pencil?” You raise a brow. Bo’s honestly never seen Vincent react so fast, feeling around he pulls out an art pencil, you write down your number on the napkin against the wall then hand it to the longer haired twin. “I’ll be gone for the next two weeks, but text me and call me. When I get back we’re hanging out okay?” You explain. Vincent nods. You kiss his cheek. And wave at the two of them as you head out to your car.

“Ho Lee Shit! Look at you Vincent! You got a date in two weeks! Haha look at you! Look at you!” Bo was practically jumping up and down, so unlike him but it felt good. Vincent blushes and scoffs.

“Shut up.”

Bo wraps an arm around his twin and the two head through the bar and two Bi’s truck to head back home.

Now all Vincent had to do was get a phone and figure out how it worked.

[jungle-angel]

Any Friend of Mine (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Sometimes a friend just needs to bitch about life

The snow was falling lightly outside as Rhett watched from the kitchen window, the smell of spicy chicken and basmati rice cooking away in the crockpot next to the stove. The tail end of February always bothered him for some reason. Maybe it was the long drag into March or how winter blues always set in too early. 

Through the softly falling snow, he saw two forms coming over the hill, a tall man in a white cowboy hat holding a toddler on his hip, the little one all bundled up in his little black Carhardt jacket. 

Billy and his little boy, Colt. 

“Hey darlin? Is the door unlocked?” 

“Yeah why?” you asked, poking your head up from where you had been sitting on the living room couch. 

“Billy’s here with Colt.” 

“Well, let’em in,” you told him. “I’ll get Diesel out of the way.” 

You whistled and the big Rottweiler came barreling down the stairs like the bulls Rhett had been accustomed to riding, jumping up onto the couch with you as Rhett opened the door for Billy to come in. 

“Ya’ll should’ve rode up here,” Rhett told him. 

“I know, I know,” Billy told him, setting Colt down on the floor. “I just......I’m havin a rough day, that’s all.” 

Rhett scratched the back of his head. If Billy Tillerson was having a rough day then it was definitely, in every sense of the word, a rough day. 

All of a sudden, a painful, wet, hacking cough erupted from Colt who had begun to turn red in the face. “Ya’ll got anything for this?” Billy asked. 

Rhett nodded and immediately went upstairs when Tatum and Tanner came barreling downstairs to play with their best friend. Rhett opened up the medicine cabinet and found a little red box with Colt’s name written on a piece of masking tape. As soon as he could, Rhett brought it right down to Billy who shook it and gave the three year old a few puffs of the medicine. 

“That poor kid sounds like he escaped a TB ward at the hospital,” Rhett remarked. 

“Pisses me off,” Billy practically spat. “Wayne’s S-M-O-K-I-N-G is just makin it worse.” 

“Is that what all this is about?” 

“I’ll tell ya’ll once he goes and plays,” Billy answered. “(Y/n), any chance we could stay for dinner?” 

You shrugged, letting Diesel off the couch. “I don’t see why not,” you told him. 

You and Rhett cast each other a knowing nod before he retreated into the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge, one for him and one for Billy. 

“Alright,” Rhett said as he sat down next to Billy. “Ya’ll come traipsing up here in the snow with the baby. What’s goin on?” 

“Everything all at once,” Billy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I gotta get outta the house if it’s the last thing we do. Wayne’s pissing me off and so ain’t Trevor.” 

“What’d he do now?” Rhett asked him. 

“Both of’em makin remarks about my wife and son,” Billy croaked. “I just.....I wanna fuckin punch both of’em so fuckin bad.” 

Rhett felt horrible for him. He hated that Billy was going through such a thing but there wasn’t much anyone could really do. And yet.....

“Bill?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Don’t hate me for what I’m about to do, but....” 

Rhett pulled a piece of folded up paper from his back pocket and slid it across the table towards Billy. Billy unfolded it, his eyes glazing over the words typed neatly across the paper before they nearly popped out of his skull. 

“Is this...?” 

“The deed to your own land,” Rhett chuckled. “(Y/n) and I saw that piece of land while we were bringing the kids home the other day and thought you and Shania might need it more than us.” 

Billy could’ve cried but it would’ve been embarrassing beyond all words. “I don’t.....” he stammered. “I don’t know what to say. We’ve had our eyes on that place for months and....” 

“Now ya’ll can finally build what you need,” Rhett told him. “Hopefully with your own place Colt can breathe again.” 

Billy quickly wiped away a tear that threatened to fall from his eyes. “Thank you,” he half whispered. “You and (y/n), both.” 

Rhett turned his head and saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of a cheeky grin on your face, him smiling right back at you. No matter what your families may have gone through in the past, differences or no differences, you were as tight as ever and hoped to be for the rest of your days. 

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~hobby headcanons for some of the states cuz I’m bored~ (I’m gonna tag my mutuals and/or other users that I’ve met when one of their fav characters show up lol)

=======================================================================

Texas: Horseback riding/trickriding, singing

-he enjoys horseback riding and has enjoyed it ever since he was owned by Mexico

-his mom was the person that taught him about trickriding, but he has no idea who the hell taught her

-something he enjoys about trickriding is the fact that whenever he does it, he gives Kentucky a mini-internal panic attack (Texas please stop trying to give your father a heart attack his frail old heart can’t take it-)

-Texas has one of the best singing voices in the statehouse (tying with NY, Gov, and Louisiana)

-there is not a genre that he cannot sing, he sings perfectly in each one. Though his favorite is Tejano and Country.

-one time he and York had a competition to see who could do a better cover of "Meant to Be Yours" from Heathers. Safe to say they both won, Texas’s ended up sound more like the original and York put a little siren-y twist to his.

( @yellowrosefromtexas <3)

=======================================================================

New York: Skateboarding, Parkour, and he’s a tattoo-artist (if running from the cops was a hobby then that’s definitely one of them—)

-he can skateboard really easily and he’s really f*ckin good at it. He does a sh*t ton of fancy tricks and flips and it scares the living hell out of his siblings

-his skateboard has a TON of stickers on it, some are band stickers, others are LGBTQ+ stickers, and the rest are a bunch of random stickers that he liked

-I feel like he definitely does a bunch of parkour-related stuff in the city, like jumping from building to building, climbing walls, jumping fences while the police are chasing him-

-his favorite places to jump around in are parking garages and abandoned buildings that are falling apart cuz he likes taking risks

-York is really really good at drawing, and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (only if they consent tho)

-his favorite tattoo he’s ever done was the AC/DC half-sleeve he gave himself back during his punk/goth phase (he’s still sorta going through that, just not as crazy as it used to be-)

( @literallyjustexistinghere since I tagged ya here I ain’t gonna bother tagging you in Masshole’s part lol <3)

=======================================================================

Louisiana: Jewelry making, playing with dangerous animals, and he’s also a bit of a tattoo artist like York cuz why tf not

-Loui has made several intricately designed necklaces, bracelets, ear rings, rings, ect… for his friends and himself

-the others don’t know how he does it so well, but they have decided to just not question it and just accept that he is amazing and precious in his own ways

-this man does not give a f*ck if an animal is fully capable of sending his a$$ to Jerusalem first-day-delivery with no refunds or return trip, he’s gonna pet it and cuddle it and play with it. And it ain’t gonna bite him either.

-he’s the type to have an alligator growl/hiss (whatever sound that is-) at him and he’ll be like-"B*tch watch yo language! Who do you think you are talkin’ too?!"

-he’s a tattoo artist like York and has given himself and others a bunch of tattoos (again, as long as they consent-)

-sometimes he and York will practice doing tattoos on each other (but they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz NY has a reputation to uphold-) and its because of this that he’s one the only people besides York’s brothers to know that NY is ridiculously ticklish (again, they ain’t gonna tell anyone cuz York has a reputation-)

( @simpyfrog <3)

=======================================================================

Alaska: wood carving, hunting

-he just gives off the wood-carver vibe for some reason

-he probably does it during meetings that he’s forced to come to (and nobody knows or they just don’t care cuz they don’t wanna be there either)

-he also gives off hunter vibes. Like- I feel like he like he would rather enjoy hunting with Montana and Wyoming and possibly Texas

-he probably hunts instead of going to the store half the time tbh and I’m here for it

( @dailymothanon <3)

=======================================================================

Massachusetts: Reading, taking walks, and drawing

-I think at this point we’ve basically decided that Mass is a nerd? Ok then.

-if you ever see him without a book, that probably means that he’s on his way to a library or book store cuz he read all his books already

-he enjoys taking long walks as a calming method for when things get a lil’ too crazy at the statehouse for his liking

-his favorite places to walk are dark creepy forests that definitely have spirits, old shrines, and other freaky-deaky sh*t in them cuz he’s a bloody psychopath that seemingly fears nothing and/or has dealt with spirits for so long that he’ll just tell them to go f*ck themselves.

-York had to get his drawing skills from somebody. Cuz Mass is also REALLY good at drawing and has taught York a few things like the awesome older brother he is :)

-because he is a tech-nerd, I’ve decided that he prefers digital art instead of traditional

=======================================================================

New Jersey: Gardening, insects (he likes looking at them I guess-)

-its really no surprise that gardening is one of his hobbies, I mean- c’mon, he’s the Garden State, it just makes complete sense.

-his garden at home has 50 sections, and each section has a patch of each state’s national flower

-ask him any insect fact I dare you. He will give it to you and he will never run out of facts to give.

-his personal favorite insects are butterflies (cuz they’re so damn pretty 😭💜) and bees cuz they’re cute and they’re his state insect

( @sonofcoul27 cuz I think NJ is your favorite? <3)

=======================================================================

[writtenjewels]

Scene of Love: Jason and Salim

Salim waited patiently in the living room. Jason promised they would be listening to some music, and he was curious what the younger man would pick. His interest piqued seeing Jason come down the stairs carrying a record player. Jason set the object carefully down on the floor.

“Where did you find that?” Salim wondered.

“In the attic. Penny kept some of my old vinyl, too.” Jason disappeared briefly, coming back with a small stack of records. “Take your pick.” Salim studied the covers, surprised and pleased to recognize some. He tapped one with his finger.

“You can never go wrong with the King of Rock and Roll.”

“Damn right,” Jason agreed. He set the record on and started to play. “I've been wantin' to do this for a while,” he confessed.

“I have been curious about your musical tastes,” Salim nodded. He remembered their conversation down in the catacombs. Jason picking up that strange instrument, and the noise it made. Salim commented it sounded like music and Jason's retort was That don't sound like any music from where I'm from. He couldn't help the amused noise thinking back on that moment.

“What's so funny?” Jason wondered.

“Nothing, it's just... I finally know what music is like where you come from.”

“I can't believe you fuckin' remember that,” Jason snorted. Salim gave him a smile and was met with a returning grin. His heart gave a little skip in his chest seeing it. “That ain't why I wanted to do this,” Jason told him. “I just... It's kinda dumb, but it's somethin' that's been in my head since I was a teenager.”

“Sharing music doesn't sound dumb,” Salim argued. Jason let out a sigh, dropping his eyes away.

“That's not... Fuck.” Jason's eyes flicked back up to Salim's face. “It's how I imagined a first date.”

Salim's heart gave a lurch in his chest and his mouth dropped open. His mind went blank. Jason watched him, a blush rising on his pale cheeks. Salim finally managed to close his mouth and he swallowed.

“A first... date?” He repeated the words breathlessly.

“Yeah.” Jason looked a little embarrassed. “I imagined inviting over a cute guy and listening to records with him. I never got up the nerve to do it before.” Excited tingles went through Salim's body at Jason's words. He leaned a little closer to the younger man.

“What else did you imagine for this first date?”

“Didn't get any farther than the records,” Jason admitted with a little shrug.

“Do you mind if I make a suggestion?”

“Sure,” Jason smiled. “Go for it.” Salim reached for his hand, leaning closer still.

“Maybe as you're listening to the music, you could kiss the cute guy.” Jason's eyes widened at that, his face turning more red. He took in a shaky breath and closed the last bit of distance between them. Salim's heart crashed wildly against his chest.

Jason's lips pressed against his. The touch grew more firm and sure, Jason's fingers tangling with his as their lips fit together. Elvis was still singing but Salim was no longer paying attention to the music. Not when it felt like his body was humming its own song.

“Jason?” Salim pulled away to touch Jason's cheek. “When did I become the 'cute guy' in this scenario of yours?”

“When we had that talk about history.” Salim frowned, trying to figure out what Jason meant. “You know,” Jason reminded him, “when I said I got my history from cable TV and you believed me?”

“Oh, that.” Salim shook his head in amazement. “Isn't that when we first teamed up? That was the moment?”

“You made the cutest fuckin' face when you realized I was messin' with you,” Jason insisted. Salim smiled, a little shyly. He recalled Jason's face in that moment, too; the way the marine smiled was pretty cute, Salim reflected. “I can hear you thinkin',” Jason announced.

“I just wanted to tell you that this is the best first date.” He cupped Jason's cheek, bringing their lips close again. “I hope it was worth the long wait.”

“Yeah,” Jason hummed, wrapping an arm around Salim. “It was.”

[desswright29]

Here is the Tish and friends drabble.. i hope you guys don’t hate it.. i am not a writer lol

Letitia invites her stud friends over to watch Ramlas fight! She’s got drinks and you know this girl loves playing games so she created a little drinking game to play during the fight! Just to keep things interesting! My girl does love her drama.. 🤭so the play to the game goes as follows: when ramla knocks a good punch you take a sip, when she gets one given to her, you take a sip. And if a fighter gets K.O. You drink the whole glass. Everyone cheers and takes an initial shot before they get into the game. (Bruv Letitia is serving straight tequila don julio) you know these bitches bout to be fucked up! And not Letitia drinking water!!! 🤣

Jojo asks Letitia.. “is Fidji gonna be ok with you staying up and drinking with us all night?”

“Fidji Who?” Tish scoffs.

Jojo looks at her in shock as the other girls laugh and exchange looks 👀😅

“Nah nah, I’m playing shes in the room studying for her board exam. We just gotta keep it moderately quiet, but we good..” she cheeses with all 32 teeth! 😁

“But yea tonight is calm. It’s just the mandem drinking drinks, and watching the fight! Let’s get it!” She expresses before flopping down on the sofa between her bros.

Jojo had been spending so much time with Tish lately that she even agreed to let her stay a couple months, whilst jojo was getting her kitchen renovated. So they got super close and Tish was cool with her being in the know about her relationship with fidji but the other girls didn’t know to what extent Tish was fond of fidji. They think they’re all just best friends and jojo and fidji just stay over a lot cuz Tish hates being alone in her big house.

So surprisely enough, when one of her friends found a red lace bra in between the couch, Jojo quickly claimed it as being her girlfriends and they were making out on the couch one night. Everyone believed her and didn’t question whether it could have been fidji’s. But Tish and jojo knew better. 😉

“My bad Tish.. and yo bro lemme get that man you holding my ladies tings a lil too long friend!” she reaches out to the one who found it..

They get on with the game.. taking shots cuz it’s punches being thrown left and right. Ramla is looking good in the ring, her form is tight, her punches landing. Tish is imitating her moves. Showing off her muscles as she swings! “Man I can’t wait to start filming this! I’m gonna look so bad ass in this movie bro, it’s gonna be sick!”

Jojo teases “you gotta get thru sparring training first bro”

“I’m getting better, you ain’t seen my last sparring match cuz u was at the BOSS show in Paris with so and so(***) and you missed it. I almost K.O. Coach. But that’s what he gets for knocking my chin last time! Left a scar and everything! Had me looking like I be getting sucker punched in front of kehlani”

“I told my man’s before we started, not the face! This where I make my money! He said this is boxing! I’m knocking ya head off! Hands up!” Tish recollects as she motions her blocking stance.”

“And what he do? Knock ya head off” jojo laughed as she tapped Letitia’s chin with a light jab.. “that’s why I feel no shame getting my lick back!” Tish said as she switched in and out of her British-Guyanese accent.

She boasted a bit more before starting the fight back up.. they were watching an old fight of Ramlas on YouTube. Tish was back to imitating her moves and swinging in the air, showing off to her now drunk as hell friends who are laughing and cheering her on. She really is putting on a whole performance, presenting her full masculinity for display. She had the girls shook becuz they never seen her have so much BDE, they questioned where all that masc energy came out of such a sweet petite woman. But she carried it well. And it flowed so effortlessly out of her..

fidji came out of the room to see what all the fuss was. Tish was throwing quick jabs, flashing her muscles, and prancing around the floor as if squaring up with an opponent. As soon as she saw fidji she froze.. Like Ta’chala.

“Girl ain’t you supposed to be studying?” She tried to play off her sudden nervousness by switching over to her American accent. Fidji mimicked her “ain’t you supposed to be watching the fight.. not fighting the air?”

Everyone laughed.. including Tish. She loved how fidji wasn’t afraid to crack jokes on her, cuz Tish loves to laugh and clown and bring light into a situation. Fidji walked over to the couch and took a seat on the empty sectional corner. She motioned Tish to join her explaining that she couldn’t concentrate cuz of all the noise so she rather just come out here and have fun with everyone. They settled their dispute with a quick agreement in their eyes and they got cozy as everyone continued watching the game.

The atmosphere changed and Tish got all soft, polar opposite than how she was acting before. She kept checking on fidji to make sure she was good.. being extra sweet and attentive. “You got enough of the blanket love?… You gotta get up early you shouldn’t be taking shots with us.. let me get you some water… babe you think I could beat her in a fight? I been training and coach says I’m getting better, what u think?” Just in complete need of Fidji’s validation in the cutest way. The bros thought it was the corniest thing ever, and were definitely clowning her like “Bro where was all that 10 minutes ago when you was in the 8th round with the air??” One of them asked. She shushed them and ignored her friends and continued to dote about with fidji. As her drunk friends were now more entertained with what them two had going on than they were in the fight! But Tish is too smooth, she liquored them up while she drank water the whole time, so none of them will remember this tomorrow. So for now she can flirt in peace! 😌

What y’all think?