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[skyrigel]

Think about Simon working on his bike, the garage is open, allowing penetrating hot rays of sun inside and then there's you, with little princess jus' woke up hair and a cute pink dress, barely reaching your knees. You are carrying a tray with a glass of gleaming slushie, a cute grin on your face as you step in his work space. “Look at you, working so hard, my baby.” you settled the tray on the desk, already covered with screws and nuts. It was an inside joke and you relished in the way Simon looked back at you, raising a brow in warning, like he was really saying, you want that Mrs.Riley, here ? You raked your gaze to his squatted thighs, watching his groin with your shameless eyes, he noticed it too, smirking as he made a show of getting up, “Good morning lil' dove, why do you have to so sweet, huh ?” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he took the glass, his lips bright in the sun as his throat bobbled, like thrusting, each coil rolling within his skin and your mouth was suddenly too dry, you can already feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of your husband, a remarkable sight indeed, he's not wearing a shirt and his vest is completely drenched in his sweat, allowing you to see through, his abs are so breathless and it doesn't matter how much you had admired his body, he just gets more slutty, “Well couldn't let you work hard and then no reward, phew.” reward, You made a show of walking to his bike, the very beloved bike that he took you home after your second date, and also how things heated up, right there on this leather, oh — you were dripping by now, juice coating your inner thighs and you knew Simon knew it too, he was glancing at your ass like a punky teenager who's never been laid, a feral way that makes you squirm and want him more, and ofcourse you were a naughty-naughty girl, you had earned it, mewling like a proud cat when he called you, “You never taught me riding.” you huffed, jumping on seat from one side and letting him see as you sprawled your leg on the other, leaning back, your back against the tanker, a full display for your already hard husband, you could make out his big dick through his pants, your mouth watering. “Huh?” no offense, but he looked so hot when he got nonsensical like that, he wasn't even pretending, he looked at your pussy and raised a question at you, gawking you deliberately. “You never taught me how to ride—” you pouted, “—your bike.” Simon's breath were already panted, he was sweaty and hot and so needy, sitting upright in front of you and pulling your thighs so you were closer to him, almost pressed, his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy, stiff as a rod, “I think I had before.” he had, his nose nuzzling in your sleepy warm body, “You had ? I don't remember.” You whined, wanting the friction that he was making you crave, wanting him to fuck you so hard, you didn't care if your garage was open, didn't care if Mrs. Wilson might be watching, it just turned you more hot, can you want him any more because you just can't get enough of him, no matter how much he fills you up with cum you're already begging for more, a naughty-naughty girl indeed. “oh, don't worry, you will remember it now for days.” and you'd be a liar if you won't, smiling as your dress rode and his greedy hands and mouth were everywhere, chasing you, good luck Mrs.Riley, because you signed up for it.

Teheeeeee period wooshhh

Masterlist

[horseshoegirl]

Damn Those Dog Tags - Part 4: Long Cool Woman In a Black Dress

AN: I won my battle with writer's block! (Thank you, @tinytotontheoversizedpony!)

It's a little self-fulling to use this song as a fic title, but hey, it fits the vibe.

I think you're going to like this one 👀💛

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❗️18+, strong language, alcohol mentions, sexual themes, godmother reader/original female character, Original child character.

#4.7K Words

Part 3 | Masterlist | Part 5

Fridays seemed to be the worst day of the week. That was your current mood as you smoothed down the corners of your dress and straightened your leather jacket, making your way up the steps of the Child Protective Services building. 

They told you they wanted to meet to review some information, whatever the hell that meant. With the paperwork, or there was a stipulation in Ridley’s Will or worse, someone wanted to take her away from you. The nerves in the pit of your stomach were on fire with the idea something was wrong.  

And you received the request on one of the few days you could actually pick Sadie up from school. The minute you hung up your phone and pressed the edge of it to your forehead, you thumped lightly against your skin, thinking it would will away the uneasiness settling in your stomach. 

“Ah, pity, I was hoping Bradley was picking Sadie up today.” 

‘Oh, please tell me you didn’t, Bradley, �� you thought upon hearing that voice. Forcing a smile, which you were sure looked more like a grimace, you turned to face what you believed to be the Regina George of all elementary school moms. 

“Hello, Courtney.” 

Courtney Slack, the one mom in the school who made it her business to know everyone’s business. A blonde bombshell always dressed to the nines, who always had a comment, a thing or a statement to say about everyone and everything thing. The leader of the PTA association and the mom of the girl who bullied Sadie on her first day of school. 

You’d be having words with Bradley the next time you saw him. 

“Still single, I see?” she snarked. “Shame Sadie doesn’t have a strong father figure to look up to.” 

Oh, you’d already be thrashing her into the pavement if you were a violent person. You were about to make a remark about Sadie’s numerous Uncles who literally risked their lives to make sure someone like her could live out her days being a bitch, before someone came up beside you. 

“Still sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Courtney?” Alyssa suddenly pipped up next to you. Alyssa, a single mother of a boy named Will around Sadie’s age, was one of the first people to introduce herself when Sadie first arrived at the school. Sadie instantly took a liking to Will, and you liked Alyssa the second you met her. 

She was uncaring of what people thought of her, pulling up in punky Doc Martins and patched-up jean jackets to student-teacher conferences and school events. She saved you from what you both liked to call Courtney’s group, the “Vanderpump Vulture Moms,” on your first school bake sale, Bob and Nat helping you stay up late one night to frost the hell out of a few dozen cupcakes. 

“Can’t I take an interest in who my children go to school with?” 

“Well, it looks like you need to go collect your spawn,” She coughed, “I mean, child from the playground. I believe he’s interested in shoving a stone up a kid’s nose.” 

Failing miserably to hold in your snickers at the look on Courtney’s face, you watched as she turned frantically to find her son before calling his name and running off in hysterics. Alyssa gave in first, barely hanging on to her resolve and toppling over in laughter. You couldn’t help but join her, lulling your nerves for a moment with being able to laugh. 

After a few seconds, she touched your shoulder, “I heard your phone call. I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe a follow-up to ensure everything is okay.” 

You shook your head, looking at the kids exiting the recess doors. 

“I just got her. It could be anything from a check-in to a notice of whatever they want to do with her. Rarely do they care about the kids.” 

You spied Sadie’s lime green backpack amongst the crowd. Will was not far behind as they searched for the pair of you. They liked to race each other out the door to see who could get to you first. When she did reach you, she almost always knocked you flat onto the pavement, hugging you. You eagerly returned her hug but frowned when she kept burying her head into your stomach when you went to pull back.

“What’s wrong, Bug?” 

“We have a surprise project due on Monday,” Will sighed next to you. Sadie pulled back, nodding at him, clearly upset at the thought she might have to do homework over a weekend. 

“We’re going to miss our last hike, Aunt Liz,” She pouted. 

This weekend was your last chance for a hike until the Spring. While Miramar didn’t really see snow, the weather had started turning slightly cooler. Soon enough, the bugs wouldn’t be out for Sadie to find. With the unexpected visit to CPS, she would no doubt have to miss it. 

“And my hockey game,” Will echoed, dropping his head with a frown.  

Alyssa ruffled Will’s hair, smiling down at Sadie. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow after school? You can set up at the dining table and do your project with pizza.” 

You gave Alyssa a grateful look, mouthing ‘Thank you’ as Sadie and Will excitedly started planning how they would tackle their assignment so they could do their respective activities. 

Alyssa shrugged, waving her hand. “Go figure out what they want, and don’t worry about her. We’ll ensure that assignment gets done for your hike and Will’s Hockey Game.”

So, while Sadie worked over at Will and Alyssa’s to finish her project, you tried to calm your nerves as you waited at the reception desk to check in for the appointment. 

They made you wait for what you thought was hours, but it couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes. You did everything from bouncing your leg to circling your thumbs to scrolling aimlessly on your phone until they finally called your name.

You were ushered into a stuffy office room, papers hazardously placed in manila file folders strung across the room. An older woman, Mrs. Kirkland, from her nameplate, had several precariously stacked on top of one another on her desk. She reminded you of your old high school librarian, peering at you over the top rim of her glasses when you coughed under your breath to get her attention. 

“Ms. Beck,” she gestured to the fold-out chair in front of her. You quickly removed your jacket, hooking it on the back of the chair before sitting down.  

She smiled at you before glancing at her laptop, asking, “How’s Sadie doing?” 

“Better. She’s adjusting well to her new school and seems to love science.” 

“That’s wonderful,” She didn’t bother looking up as she spoke, typing something away at her computer. You watched her type, suddenly meeting her eyes as she peered up at you, looking up and down your body before inquiring, “And yourself?” 

“It’s been hard without my sister, but my friends have supported me.” 

“Hmm,” she replied. “No man in your life?” 

Ugh, why did every older woman you meet like to comment on the fact that you were still single? 

“Just the two of us, I’m afraid,” you smiled politely. “What is it you wanted to speak about?” 

“Right,” she said, reaching down into her file cabinet to pull out a small folder. “A request was made to look into Sadie’s file.” 

The ball forming in your throat for the past twenty-four hours dropped into your stomach. “What does that mean?” 

“Well, our review process covers everything from the legitimacy of her birth mother’s Will to the handover of her guardianship. We have no complaints against you as her guardian, and we have on record you cared for Sadie greatly while you lived with your sister.” 

You swallowed hard. “Yes, that’s correct.” 

“So, this is just to ensure everything is in order and nothing was missed. Generally, the process takes a few weeks, but upon looking at this, I suspect our auditors won’t find anything out of place.” 

“Why would someone request this? Is it something internal you guys do?” 

Ms. Kirkland shuffled a few papers in her hand, reading what was on the page before replying, “I’m afraid this was external. Your sister was very thorough with her paperwork, so we did not need to do an internal review.” 

Everything about this was odd. You had no family left. What was the point of making sure her paperwork was in order? Ridley always wanted Sadie with you and nobody at the time, and after her death, wanted to challenge it. 

“I’m assuming you cannot tell me who requested you look into her file?”

“I’m afraid I cannot say who, only that the request came in two weeks ago.” 

Ridley’s townhouse sold two weeks ago, you thought. This was screaming more was going on than just a simple review. 

“As we have no more concerns, you are free to go. We just needed to inform you of the request.” 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you dug your nails into your legs instead, reaching to grab your bag off the floor. “And you couldn’t have explained this over a phone call?” 

“I’m afraid it’s our policy to do these things in person to avoid miscommunication.” 

You sighed, standing up and grabbing your jacket from the back of your chair. “Can you let me know when this is resolved?” 

“Of course.” 

You resisted the urge to slam the door as you exited the office and the building. While you knew deep down they wouldn’t find anything wrong with the paperwork or Ridley’s Will, you were still worried about who exactly put in the request.

Even with the anxiety racing through your veins as you raced back down the front steps to your car, eager to escape the miserable place, you couldn’t help but grumble out, “Policy, my ass.”

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Seeing you at the Hard Deck outside of work, unless you were with one of the Daggers, was unusual. But your nerves were on fire, you were dying for a drink, and you desperately wanted to confide in Penny. 

It wasn’t as busy as it should have been for a Friday after four, but the music playing from the Jukebox did wonders for the atmosphere.  You spied Jake and Coyote at the back by the dartboard in their service khakis as soon as you walked in, Coyote attempting to throw a few darts while Jake was off to the side chatting with a brunette in just too tight of a light blue dress.

You couldn’t fault her for the blush staining her cheeks as she peered up at him. Jake used his looks to his advantage to get what he wanted. Arms flexed, cocky smirk, getting up and close into her personal space. She was buying it, given how close she angled herself toward him. 

Women really did fall into the palm of his hand, you thought.  

She embodied everything you figured you weren’t. The type to have it all figured out, not juggling school events, sports games, and pick-up times. She didn’t have long nights closing at the bar or trying to find someone to watch Sadie every week. Not that you would trade it for anything in the world. 

She was the type you’d imagine someone like Jake would finally end up with. Even if he was chatting her up to be the next name on his bedpost, you struggled to force out the idea that they looked good standing next to each other. Hot people went out with hot people, right?

You didn’t know whether you wanted to roll your eyes or pay attention to the ache in your chest. 

Penny smiled as you sat down but frowned upon seeing your face. 

“Can I get a glass of Whiskey, Penny? Neat, please.” 

She eyed you concerned, reaching down to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass. “You're not one to pop by for a drink?” 

“Somebody requested Sadie’s file to be looked into at CPS.” You threaded your fingers through your hair, locking them behind your head as you rest your elbows on the bar. 

Penny widened her eyes, placing the glass down in front of you. “Please tell me she’s staying with you?” 

You looked up and nodded. “I’m fine. They needed to notify me it happened.” 

“Can they tell you who?” 

“Nope,” you replied curtly before reaching for the glass and bringing it to your lips. The liquid burned, and you resisted the urge to cough. 

“I bet it's the school. Or one of the parents at the school.” 

Courtney’s face briefly popped into your head at Penny’s words, but you quickly shot it down. While she might be horrible, she wasn’t capable or invested in causing trouble. You shrugged. 

“Or Sadie’s bio Dad?” 

You frowned. Ridley always admitted getting involved with Tyler was a terrible idea, save for gifting her Sadie. He was, for all pretense, a dick. You had yet to meet someone who was his equal. From the stories you heard about how he was before they became a permanent team, not even Jake could top this guy’s attitude on a bad day. Tyler was pure malice. 

He wanted nothing to do with Sadie the moment Ridley found out. She had ensured you were listed as Sadie’s guardian the moment she was born, Tyler and his family written out of any responsibility or entitlements. You wouldn’t be surprised to learn if they tried to buy her off to save Tyler’s chances of making a career in Football, not that he really had any. 

“He wanted nothing to do with her when Ridley was pregnant, and I doubt Cathy and Dean want to be caring grandparents this late in the game.” 

They were some of the worst people in the world. You could gratefully count the number of times you had to deal with them on one hand. Sadie would never have to, not if you had your way. 

“Either way, I don’t think he’d get anywhere near Sadie if he wanted to.” 

Penny smiled fondly. “Bradley would be first in line to throw a punch.” 

You shook your head. “Don’t forget about Nat.” 

“I think Pete might try to get one in too.” 

You giggled with Penny at the thought. Mav would go to bat for Sadie in a heartbeat. 

“Lizzie!” 

You turned around on your bar stool to see Coyote waving you over, the leggy brunette gone, and Jake taking Javy’s place throwing darts. 

“Be careful with those two,” Penny said with a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

Resisting the urge to frown, you simply picked up your drink while standing up, throwing over your shoulder, “You know I can take care of myself.”

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“Yo, there’s Lizzie,” Coyote said, tapping Jake’s arm while watching you enter the Hard Deck and walk towards an empty stool. Jake turned his head in the middle of his conversation at the mention of your name, catching the side of your face as you greeted Penny.

The two of you had finished the dishes discussing your shared taste in music that night. You credited Ridley as the one who got you into 80s music - telling him the Jean Jacket had been hers, sharing how the three of you got lost coming home from a hike while she was visiting with Sadie, stumbling into that thrift store hoping for directions. He could recall you laughing when you told him she freaked out so hard in the store the owner practically gave it to her for free. 

While he’d never get the chance to, he wished he could thank Ridley for finding that Jacket. You didn’t judge him for his call-sign story as he suspected you would. Instead, you listened. You emphasized. You gave him credit for trying. And as everyone went to leave, you didn’t protest hugging him goodbye like everyone else. 

Deep down, a part of him was grateful you gave him a clean state. 

When the woman he had been talking to realized his attention had been drawn elsewhere, she scoffed and quickly returned to her friends after he didn't continue the conversation. He didn’t seem to care, wandering over to where Javy had resumed his stance.  

“What’s she doing here on her day off?” Coyote placed the darts into Jake’s hand, not removing his eyes from you. 

“She doesn’t normally come here on a day off?” Jake asked, starting to line up a shot. 

“Not unless she’s with one of us. Maybe she has a date.” 

Coyote took a swig of his beer, missing the way Jake dropped his hand and spun his head, eyes tracking the bar to see if anyone was joining you. But you were bowing your head, on the verge of pulling out your hair, staring at the top of the bar before replying to whatever Penny asked.

“What did you guys talk about that night?” 

Jake turned back to Coyote, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head while he raised his hand again. “Nothing I haven’t told you before.” 

Jake let the dart go, watching as it landed just above the center mark. “She thanked me for the flowers, for helping Sadie, and then we did the dishes.” 

“Just like that?” Javy questioned. “So you didn’t pull any of your insensitive shit around her?” 

“I wasn’t going to make her call me out twice. Not since you left me to deal with Phoneix and Rooster chewing out my ass.” He threw another dart, this one striking just above the last one. 

Coyote ignored the dig, watching him throw two more before asking, “So the flowers were..” 

“An apology, nothing more.” 

Javy eyed Jake skeptically, “And why do you suddenly care about saying sorry to someone you hardly know?” 

“Hey, I happen to like Sadie and Liz. And if the Daggers are spending Saturday nights over there, I’d like to improve my chances of being invited back.” 

Javy went to collect the darts from the board before turning around to stand in front of Jake, proceeding to square him up. 

“Be careful with her, Jake,” he said, placing the darts into his hand. “I’m not like the others, but you cannot fuck with Lizzie. She might put on a big show, but she’s more fragile than she looks. And Sadie’s a part of the equation too.” 

Jake regarded him briefly, thinking about the note Sadie gave him that he tucked into his wallet, before finally answering, “She told me she wasn’t interested in that.”

“Interested in a tumble in the sheets or being your friend?” 

“Shut up. I just want to be there for her and Sadie.” 

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I called her over here to join us then?” 

“Javy!” Jake reached for Coyote’s arm, failing to stop him from lifting his hand. 

“Lizzie!” 

Jake grimaced as Coyote waved at you, quickly reaching up to throw another dart, this time half in frustration. It landed next to the metal circle encasing the center dot. 

You called out to greet them, and Jake couldn’t help but take note of how your dress lightly swayed as you maneuvered yourself between pulled-out chairs to get to them, leather jacket zipper straps swinging as you walked, and a pair of brown aviators dangling from where you had hooked them between your breasts.

He caught a glimpse of Penny’s glaring stare from behind you, and his conversation with her the week before meeting you played in his head. 

“She’s off limits, Hangman.” She had said as she thumped his beer bottle onto the bar. “You don’t go anywhere near this one, and I don’t care how many people you’ve helped throw out of this bar. I’ll never welcome you back, so help me. Not her.” 

The second it appeared you would look back up, he turned to throw another dart, this time Coyote holding up his hand to block his view. You watched Jake land the dart directly in the middle, slightly impressed. 

“So, this is your party trick?” you announced with a grin.

Coyote wolf-whistled as he approached you, holding out his hand to spin you in a circle, your dress swirling as you laughed. “You clean up nice, Lizzie. You meeting some special?”

Jake’s hand wobbled as he threw another dart, this time hitting the outer rim. 

“What? Oh no, I had a meeting with CPS.” 

Jake’s ears picked up at the statement, dropping his hand heavily to face you. “Is she okay? Are they threatening to take her away from you?” 

You shook your head, warmth spreading in your chest at his concern.  “It was harmless. They just wanted to pass along some information.” 

Jake turned to Coyote as you suddenly stepped towards the dartboard, seemingly interested in his score and leaving no room to continue the conversation.  Coyote looked at you with concern before glancing back at Jake, shaking his head. 

“You know how to throw?” Jake asked, not taking his eyes off Javy and tilting his head toward Penny. Javy nodded, quickly approaching the bar to see if Penny knew anything. 

“Oh, believe me, sharp objects and I do not mix,” you remarked, looking at his score before passing him as he went to collect the darts. You lent against the nearby pillar, pressing your glass to your chest. 

“You can’t be that bad,” he glanced over his shoulder, pulling the last dart from the board. 

“You’ve clearly never seen me on a good day. I’m a natural klutz,” you said, sipping your drink. Jake moved away from the board only to stop in front of you, holding out the darts in his hand.

 “Prove it.” 

You looked down, apprehensive of grabbing them. You accidentally drew blood the last time you threw a dart in Penny’s bar. You still felt horrible thinking about it, managing to skim an Admiral’s forehead. To this day, you swore you’d never touch the things again. 

But then you took in Jake’s face, amused and assured, as if you were just being modest about being a bad shot. He clearly wasn’t going to let it go, shoving his hand out again to emphasize he was dead serious.

“I warned you,” you offered, placing your glass next to his bottle on a side table, shedding your jacket and glasses before grabbing a dart from his hand. 

You attempted to line yourself up with the center of the dartboard. At first, you stood sideways, cocking your arm back several times in an attempt to let the dart go. The angle felt too awkward, and your hand started to cramp from how long you took. Then you completely turned to face it, fiddling with your grip while trying to fix your eyes between either the dart or the board. 

You managed to fake out three throws before deciding to give up.

Sighing, you dropped your hand, “Jake, I’m going to hurt someone if I throw this damn thing.” 

Jake tried to hold in his laughter, watching you struggle while leaning against the same pillar. He pushed himself off, uncrossing his arms before gently reaching for your wrist.

You looked at him, unsure, taking a step back,  “What are you doing?” 

Jake shook his head, reaching out again for your wrist. “Just trust me.”

You let Jake bring your hand up. His whole hand, warm and rough, engulfed yours as he positioned it where he wanted. You sucked in a breath through your teeth when you felt his fingers, barely grasping at your hip bone, pull you closer to him.

“Loosen your hand,” he squeezed, forcing you to attempt to calm the tension in your wrist. It was hard when you could only concentrate on the feeling of his chest lightly bumping your back. With each touch, you could feel yourself resisting the urge to lurch forward with a shiver racing up your spine. 

“Relax your shoulders.” He spoke, before tapping the heel of your boot with the top of his, making you take a step forward a bit. You gulped when you heard him say, “Widen your legs.” 

You breathed in through your mouth, forcing the exhale to drag your shoulders down. It was a few seconds before he murmured, “Close your eyes.” 

“Jake,” you warned. 

“There’s nobody around. I won’t let you hurt someone.” 

You sighed, closing your eyes and dropping your head slightly. Jake moved your hand again, softly squeezing once more. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt the heat of his breath travelling towards the left side of your jaw. 

“Throw it,’ he rasped into your ear. 

Jake loosened his hold on your wrist, feeling his calloused fingers trailing down your arm before lifting them off. The second his hand left your skin, you flicked your wrist forward as if his touch burned you. You refused to open your eyes, scared you might have hit someone or something old and well past its years on the wall. 

“Look.” 

You sharply breathed through your nose before opening your eyes to glance at the board. 

The dart had managed to hit the center. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“How’s that?” he squeezed your hip. “Not as bad as you thought.” 

“No blood is a first,” you said, proud of yourself. 

Turning around to thank him, the words died on your lips as you felt his breath warm your face. Jake had yet to let you go, his hand still clutching your waist and his nose a few inches from grazing yours. 

The decision you made, standing in your front yard last Saturday while face to face with Jake, about never putting yourself in a position where he could break your heart, was far from your mind. You took in everything about him. His sandy hair, his jawline, his eyes which then met yours. 

Jake’s stare brought you back to standing with him in your kitchen, washing dishes, and seeing his soft smile for the first time. Facing off in your backyard to guess music, him twirling one of Sadie’s pencils in his hand while helping her with homework, handing her the yellow tulip in your hallway. 

Jake could no longer hear the chants of Penny and the rest of the Daggers saying to leave you alone in his head. They were being replaced with the pump of his heart, a feeling he only experienced while pulling Gs. And then your eyes, wide and bright, drew him in. 

They were kind and soft. The type to have experienced laughter and the type of smiles that would make someone’s face hurt. You were looking at him like he was more than the metal wings pinned to his shirt. More than the good-looking pilot from Texas. More than just Hangman. 

His eyes dropped to your lips, feeling your warm breath on his and noticing the subtle scent of the Whiskey you had slipped prior. Could he still taste it, he thought, if he just tilted his head a little further down? 

And then the barbell rang. 

Three times. 

Jake immediately stepped back, head turning towards the bar with the healthy fear Penny had rung the bell for getting too close to you. But she and Coyote were standing off with some unlucky guy whose face had turned beat red at the bar. He had no cell phone, so either he disrespected the Navy or a lady and was not pleased about buying a round. 

He squeezed your waist, winking at you with a grin, before letting go to join Coyote at the bar. You bit your lip, watching him pat the man on his shoulder before hooking his arm under his, easily carrying him off to the side door with Javy. 

“You okay, Liz?” Penny called out, your eyes snapping to her as she raised an eyebrow.

Despite not knowing what the frick just happened, you called back, “Yeah, I think so,” while gripping the corner of the pillar with one hand. 

If she asked you why your legs were wobbling, you'd blame the whiskey.

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we're in all the magazines (chapter 6)

chapter title: you know you like it when the music's loud

minors dni

hawks x dabi

cw: homophobia, smut

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

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The kiss couldn’t have lasted for longer than 7 seconds, when Dabi pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

“And that was Puncture, everybody!” At some point, the host must have wandered onto the stage, “Completely unforgettable, that’s for sure, huh?” He chuckled, “Okay, up next, we have Ben’s Boys! Come on up, guys!”

Puncture exited the stage, the audience’s screaming growing increasingly quiet as the distance lengthened between them.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?” Tomura growled as they headed back to their dressing room, “Who the fuck do you think you are? What kind of image does that give us?” his words were slightly slurred.

“Dude, lay off- the crowd was loving it. Sex sells!” Dabi was walking with one hand in his pocket and the other clenched firmly around one of Keigo’s wrists.

“Are you fucking kidding? The only people who are gonna watch us now are queers!” He jerked his head in Keigo’s direction, “This wouldn’t have happened if Jin was still here. Hey!” he snarled cruelly, “Hey! Why don’t we ask Keigo if he knows anything about that?”

“Fuck off! Fuck off, Tomura!” Keigo’s eyes narrowed, “They loved us out there and you know it, you just don’t wanna admit it wasn’t you they were cheering for.”

Tomura barked out a short laugh, “Call your boyfriend off, Dabi, he’s getting too feisty.”

Dabi ignored him, opening the door to their dressing room, “Grab your shit and go. Sako, you too, make sure he doesn’t start any fights.”

“Will do.” Sako replied cooly, “Come on, Tomura, I know some clubs around here, we’ll call a cab.”

“What?” Tomura’s face contorted with fury, “So you’re just happy to leave these- these fags,” he spat the last word, “all alone? What do you think they’re gonna get up to? Cause I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Shut the fuck up, I left my jacket on stage. I’m gonna wait for the next set to be over and tell the host to go up and get it, I just don’t wanna leave Keigo with you in case you strangle our best guitarist yet.” Dabi let go of Keigo’s wrist and sat down on one of the vanity tables, “So just go, yeah? Quit acting like you own us and fuck off.”

Keigo’s head was reeling. Dabi’s compliment bouncing around inside his skull.

“Sure, yeah, any excuse you can get, right?” He leered, “Whatever, kick us out so you can fuck. You’ll hate yourself for tonight when you’re blowing guys for money because you can’t get anymore gigs. Hey, at least you’re getting your practice in!” and with that, Tomura stormed out, Sako following close behind with a sigh and a promise to look after him.

The door slammed shut.

With the yelling having ceased, both remaining boys could clearly hear the band that had taken to stage after them. They had more of a rock, pop-punky sound, almost whiny. The music was shockingly loud in the small room, despite the distance between them and the stage. Keigo walked over to where Dabi was sat.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, God, you just looked so good, and you were right fucking there.” The words were tumbling from his mouth at record speeds.

“Shut up.” Dabi stood up, bringing his hands up to Keigo’s shoulders, and shoved him back so he was forced to take Dabi’s place sitting on the dressing room’s vanity. He grabbed Keigo’s jaw, tilting his face, forcing the boy to look at him.

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but immediately forgot what he had planned when Dabi pressed his lips to Keigo’s.

The blonde let out a small sound of surprise, before wrapping his arms around Dabi’s waist to pull him closer. Dabi brought one hand to Keigo’s hip, dipping his thumb under the waist of his jeans before guiding it up under his shirt.

He skimmed his fingertips over Keigo’s stomach and ribs, resting it on one of his pecs, swiping his thumb over the nipple there, revelling in the slight whimper he pulled from the boy below him. He broke the kiss, leaning back to make a show of pulling his tank top off.

“Arms up.” It was halfway between a mumble and a command, but still Keigo obeyed, lifting his arms above his head so Dabi could relieve him of his shirt. His eyes scanned over Dabi’s body, awed by the impeccable shape he was in.

“Do you just do push-ups in your room all day or what?” Keigo blurted as Dabi resumed his position between the lighter haired boy’s legs, chuckling as he placed his hands on Keigo’s waist. He brought his head down, till their lips were millimetres from each other.

“Fuck around and find out.” Dabi’s blue eyes still held the same hunger Keigo had noticed on stage. He was desperate to find the extent of the deprivation. Dabi dipped down to meet Keigo’s increasingly familiar lips, pressing himself forward so his thigh was flush against Keigo’s groin. He’d noticed the erection pressing against Keigo’s trousers earlier, relieved to know he wasn’t the only one who was achingly hard. Keigo moaned into Dabi’s mouth, trying to grind himself against Dabi’s thigh, only to have his own thigh grabbed, pinning him in place against the table.

Keigo grabbed at Dabi’s shoulders in response, digging nails aggressively into his back. Dabi’s grip on Keigo’s thigh tightened and he brought his other hand up to the boy’s hair, gripping harshly enough to force a gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into Keigo’s mouth, enjoying the way he could feel every sound the guitarist made before he could hear it.

Dabi released his grip on Keigo’s hair, and instead let his hand trace a path down his neck, stopping to press his lightly against his windpipe. He felt Keigo’s cock twitch at this. He repositioned his hand so he could squeeze more forcefully, and so the majority of the pressure was isolated to the arteries at the side of the neck, rather than the windpipe. He was pulling strangled whimpers from the boy, again now desperately trying to create friction between his cock and Dabi, who just squeezed his neck harder and pushed him back down.

This caused Keigo to rake his nails down Dabi’s back, almost challengingly. He was already dizzy from the drugs, and the lack of blood travelling to his brain was only adding to their effect. He raked his fingers back up, Dabi tightened his grip, their tongues slid against each other harmoniously.

Keigo pulled away this time, panting to catch his breath. Dabi loosened his hand.

“So, you’re secretly a sick little freak, huh?” Dabi smirked at Keigo, who was still breathing pretty heavily, “I honestly should’ve guessed, I mean, you try so hard to be neutral and unassuming, figures that you’re covering up some depraved ass kinks- not that I’m complaining at all.”

“Do you always talk this much before sex?” Keigo pushed himself up off the desk, bringing his hands to Dabi’s chest and shoving him against the nearest wall. He plastered himself against the black-haired boy, placing his palms flat against the wall either side of Dabis head.

Dabi just raised an eyebrow, “Sex? Who said you were getting that lucky?”

One of Keigo’s hands left the wall, travelling down to palm at Dabi’s hard cock, “Your boner.” he simply stated. Dabi shrugged. Keigo swooped towards Dabi’s neck, planting a kiss on his adam’s apple, before moving his mouth slightly to the left and sucking a deep purple hickey into the skin there. After leaving a few more purple marks, Dabi’s hands once again found their way to his blonde hair, yanking at the back slightly, signifying what he wanted.

Keigo slowly moved down, peppering kisses along Dabi’s torso, tracing his fingers lightly over his abs, guided by the hand in his hair. When he was fully on his knees, he looked up, admiring Dabi from an entirely new perspective. He looked just like he did in Keigo’s silent fantasies.

“Go on then.” Dabi smiled down at Keigo, impossibly smug, “Put your money where your mouth is.”

The boy on his knees set to work unbuckling Dabi’s belt and unzipping his jeans, all the while staring up at Dabi through his lashes. His movements were painstakingly slow, God, Keigo adored being a tease.

Ben’s Boys was also a cover band. They were currently playing an All-American Rejects song called “Dirty Little Secret”.  Keigo wondered if Puncture had played loudly enough to be heard by all the other bands in their dressing rooms.

Keigo didn’t even have to pull Dabi’s jeans down, they were baggy enough to drop entirely on their own accord the second they were unzipped. Dabi kicked them across the floor, his combat boots still laced tightly on his feet.

“Oh shit, yeah- Keigo?” Dabi looked down with a shit-eating grin, “Don’t be too scared by what you see. It won’t hurt you.”

The lighter haired boy scoffed, rolling his eyes at Dabi’s self-absorption, “I’m sure I’ve seen dicks bigger than y- oh.” Keigo had pulled down Dabis's boxers to reveal not only his hard cock, but also the piercing on the underside of the tip of said hard cock. It was a surface bar, secured by a metal ball at either end.

“Yeah, I wasn’t on about size, sorry, pretty boy.” He frowned, “Though, to be fair, I wouldn’t say I’m exactly lacking in any way.”

“Oh, shut up.” In all honesty, Keigo did have to admit Dabi was certainly well-endowed. He was probably somewhere around 6.5 or so inches, with a decent girth.

Keigo spat into one of his hands, swiftly bringing it up to give Dabi’s cock a few pumps. He swiped his thumb over the tip, already wet with precum, then applied the precum to the rest of his dick. Dabi’s fingers were tangled in Keigo’s hair, pulling lightly. Keigo opened his mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact with Dabi as he engulfed the pierced tip into his mouth completely. He ran his tongue over the cold metal piercing, loving the textural contrast it provided. Dabi moaned above him.

Slowly, Keigo sunk his lips down along the shaft of his bandmates dick, sucking his cheeks in to create tight walls around it. He fought off a gag as he felt the tip poke the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly and began to bob his head up and down, raising his hands to grip onto Dabi’s hips, pressing harshly on the bare skin. He would pull all the way back every now and again to swirl his tongue around the tip, prodding at and playing with the piercing, smoothing over it with the underside of his tongue, gliding the tip of his tongue over the slit of the urethra, then going back to bobbing his head.

“Shit- hah- if I’d have known you- fuck- could do this so good,” Dabi strengthened his grip on Keigo’s hair, “I’d have fucking asked you- sooner.”

Unable to answer, Keigo simply hummed and pressed his tongue flat against Dabi’s cock, now moving his head at almost a similar speed to how he played guitar.

“Stop- ‘m gonna fucking cum if you keep going.” Dabi’s back arched away from the wall, Keigo sped up.

Dabi gave a sharp tug at Keigo’s hair, making him stop, “Can’t fuck you properly if you make me cum right now, can I?”

That was enough to convince Keigo, who promptly pulled his mouth off Dabi with a wet pop. He looked up at Dabi, his eyes red and watering, tears catching on his dark eyelashes.

“Fuuuuck, look at you.” Dabi untangled one his hands from the blonde’s hair and brought it to his jaw, tilting his face up and turning it from side to side, admiring him from all angles, “You’re a fucking mess, huh?” he swiped his thumb over Keigo’s lips, collecting the precum and spit coating them, before pressing it into his mouth and flattening it against his tongue, “Swallow, babe.”

Keigo didn’t break eye contact, obediently swallowing around Dabi’s thumb. He rocked back, leaning on his heels, “So what were you saying?” He grinned, “Something about fucking me properly?”

Dabi pulled Keigo up, flipping them around so he could be the one pinning Keigo against the wall, “Gimme a second first. I want a turn to have some fun.” he rested his forearms against the wall so he could move in to attack Keigo’s neck, leaving even darker purple hickeys in his wake. Keigo moaned softly into his ear.

“Look, as much as I'm enjoying this, I’m so hard it physically hurts.” Keigo was only half joking.

“God, you’re fucking needy.” Dabi pulled back to lean against the wall against only one arm, “Get your jeans off- I'm way too unfairly naked.”

Keigo wasted no time kicking his jeans and drawers off, letting them join the pile formed by all their other clothes.

Dabi then grabbed the lighter haired boy, manhandling him and bending him over the vanity desk, so his bare stomach was flat against the cold plastic. Keigo sucked in a sharp breath at Dabi’s spontaneity.

“Don’t have any condoms. You?” Dabi’s voice was filled with impatience. He watched in the mirror as Keigo shook his head, “Don’t have any lube either, I guess. Here,” he brought a hand up to Keigo’s lips, “spit.” Keigo hurriedly obeyed, unable to look at his reflection in the mirror a few inches from his face. He must look like such a whore, with the tearstains running down his cheeks and hickeys covering his neck, following every command from the boy behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut.

The blue-eyed boy now had his hand up to his own mouth, spitting in it himself, before coating two fingers in the mixture of the two boys’ saliva.

“I’m gonna stretch you out first, babe, yeah?” He waited for Keigo to nod, “Don’t shut your eyes, pretty boy, I want you to watch.”

Keigo’s eyes remained tightly closed.

“C’mon, if you don’t open your eyes, I’m gonna leave and find some other bitch- someone who’ll actually do what I say.”

Reluctantly, Keigo opened his eyes, staring at Dabi’s reflection with mock spite.

“There we go.” Dabi slowly pushed a spit covered finger into the boy below him, who immediately bit hard into his lower lip, stifling his moan.

“Hey, that’s no fun, is it?” Dabi thrust his finger in and out of Keigo at a snail’s pace, “I want the whole venue to hear you. I want the audience out there to know I made you my whore.” He added in a second finger, scissoring them inside Keigo a few times, before curling them, his fingertips lightly brushing against the bundle of nerves that made the blonde cry out.

“Shit- fuck, Dabs, do it again.”

“Stop trying to hide and I will.”

“Fuck you, you don’t own me.”

“Fine then.” Dabi pulled his fingers out completely. Keigo whined at the loss of contact, huffing as he watched Dabi turn to the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ, okay. You win, whatever. Come back.” Keigo turned around only to see Dabi stood watching him with a raised brow. He rolled his eyes, “Please.”

Dabi stared back, clearly amused, “Please what?”

Keigo sighed, “Please- fuck- I want you, Dabs, I fucking need you.” he dug his nails into the palms of his hands, “Please just fuck me already.”

“All I had to hear.” He walked back over to Keigo, “Bend over, bitch”

Smirking, Keigo resumed his prior position bent over the desk, arching his back slightly so his ass was raised higher, now perfectly aligned with Dabi’s crotch. Dabi raised a hand and brought it down hard across Keigo’s ass cheek. The blonde let out a surprised yelp, glancing back up at Dabi through the vanity’s mirror, trying desperately to mask the obvious look of pleasure on his face.

“You really are a freak, huh?” Dabi’s voice was mocking, but not unkind. Keigo’s face flushed with embarrassment

He finished stretching Keigo out, before spitting once again into his hand and pumping it over his cock, making sure to coat it as well as possible, adding his precum to the mix. He lined himself up with Keigo’s entrance, pressing his tip in slowly. He moaned as he felt the shorter man clench around him. One of Dabi’s hands once again found its way into his now impossibly messy blonde hair, the other one gripping tightly at his hip, pressing bruises into the pale skin as he bottomed out.

The cool metal of Dabi’s piercing sent jolts of electricity up Keigo’s spine, causing moans and whimpers to tumble from his lips.

Dabi began to slowly thrust, pulling himself out almost entirely, leaving only his tip still in Keigo, before pushing back in.

“Fuck, Dabs, you can go harder, man. You won’t break me.” Keigo propped himself up, resting his forearms against the table, watching Dabi’s expression in the mirror.

“So desperate for me.” Dabi cooed. He dug his nails deeper into Keigo’s hip, pulling back all the way, then quickly snapping his own hips forward, burying his cock base-deep in the guitarist. He repeated this movement, addicted to the shameless moans it drew from Keigo. He watched Keigo’s back arch further as the speed of his thrusts increased, “Watch.” he near growled, yanking Keigo’s hair to force his gaze onto the mirror in front of him.

“Dabs- Dabi- fuck so good.” Keigo seemed to have forgotten his earlier qualms about volume and was now groaning loud enough that neither boy could hear the music they had heard earlier. The sound of skin slapping against skin probably wasn’t much help in this case.

Keigo looked in the mirror as instructed. He looked completely and utterly blissed out. His pupils were still blown out to such a scale that he could barely see the yellow of his irises, and there were more tears welling up in them. His lips were swollen and parted, clumsy expletives and mutterings of Dabi’s name falling from them constantly, and his neck was covered in deep purple marks.

Another hard slap to his ass had Keigo practically screaming, delirious as pain bled into unbelievable pleasure. Tears were now running down his face.

“Holy- ngh- shit you look good.” Dabi’s voice was strained, and he was panting, but God was it sexy, “Feel so fuckin’ good.” he felt the familiar warmth growing in his gut.

“Please, please,” Keigo could hardly think, let alone speak, “don’t stop- fuck- ‘m close- please.”

“So cute when you beg.” Dabi somehow managed to thrust faster, bringing a leg up to rest his foot on a nearby chair, allowing him to angle his thrusts in a way that caused Keigo to gasp and choke out a gorgeously strangled moan. Admittedly, Dabi did think about how funny it would be if he did stop then, but he decided he’d have to leave that for another time, as he himself was much too close to finishing to enact this particular form of torture on Keigo.

“Dabs, gonna cum.” Keigo looked up in the mirror, “You?”

Dabi nodded, too busy focusing on hitting the spot that had made Keigo react so intensely with every thrust to reply.

“Fuck- please- so good.” Keigo’s moans were dangerously loud.

Dabi collected enough dexterity to talk, “Look at you, fuck. Such a pretty whore for me.”

Keigo came with a sob, mumbling Dabi’s name over and over as hot fluid dirtied his stomach and the desk below him.

Dabi felt Keigo clench around him, sending him over the edge, his cum spilling from him and into the blonde.

“Shit, Dabs, I haven’t been fucked like that in forever.” Keigo was first to regain his ability to speak clearly.

Just as Dabi went to agree, they heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“Hey? Anyone in there? I’ve got Dabi’s jacket; he left it on stage.”

Both boys turned to each other, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah one second! I’ll be with you, just- one second!” Dabi scrambled to throw his clothes back on, followed closely by Keigo. The blue-eyed man decided it was acceptable enough to be shirtless in your own dressing room, so in order to waste as little time as possible, he left his shirt on the ground as he went to open the door, “Thanks, man, I owe you big time. Almost forgot about it.” Dabi grabbed his jacket from the host whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him.

“Oh, it’s no problem, really!” The host didn’t seem to read Dabi’s ‘please leave’ look, and instead peered around him into the dressing room, “So did everyone else go, cause...” his voice trailed off when he saw Keigo, who was stood in the centre of the room, struggling to get his jeans on over his own heavy combat boots. Keigo who’s stomach and ribs were covered in his own cum.

“Hello!” The mostly naked man waved over awkwardly, “Uh, thanks for bringing his jacket we were, um, just about to ask you to get it.”

The host smiled wryly, “Yeah... Well like I said, it’s no problem, but, uh, I’ve gotta get back now so, yeah, hopefully I’ll see you guys again soon. Tell the other I thought you were great!” and with that, Dabi slammed the door shut.

The boys burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, dude, did you see his face when he saw you there?”

“Don’t even remind me. God, I’m all sticky, can we go now?”

“Sure, yeah, we’ll take the van, but first,” Dabi held up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, “Quick fag?”

“Duh.”

[saintsenara]

chewing gum remus lupin/nymphadora tonks teen | 2.1k words

last year, i’d have been right in there, displaying my natural command of bum-related humour (i get that from dad). maybe i’d have given myself a bum-chin, until they were all laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their cheeks.

but unfortunately, the boys’ sides won’t be splitting this afternoon. because i’ve gone and got myself into a mire of unrequited love and now i’ve forgotten how to be fun.

god, i’m pathetic.

an auror walks into a bar and misses a werewolf. no, this isn't a joke. it's nymphadora tonk's bloody life at the minute.

this piece was written for week one of @ladiesofhpfest, which focuses on all the single ladies [you can find the masterlist of the week's fics here].

author's notes under the cut

when i heard that the topic for this week would be single ladies, i knew there was really only one gal i could be thinking about: everyone’s favourite pink-haired auror, tonks.

like many readers, i loved tonks in order of the phoenix - particularly because she felt so markedly different from the other women in the series. she was bolshy and punky and confident. she was allowed, unlike hermione and ginny [who are certainly interesting female characters who defy lots of stereotypes, but still do so in a way which never lets them be too much], to be messy and clumsy and over-the-top. she was allowed, unlike almost every other adult female character, to exist without her relationship to the domestic sphere being placed under the microscope [indeed, she cheerfully handwaves away her own lack of interest in domesticity the moment she meets harry]. if you compare her to someone like molly weasley [tied to the kitchen whether she’s in the burrow or grimmauld place] or minerva mcgonagall [her apparent spinsterhood softened by putting her in the quasi-maternal role of a boarding school teacher] or bellatrix lestrange [whose defiance of a gendered society which seems to require pureblood women to stay at home is treated as an aspect of her villainy], then tonks stands out for how incredibly refreshing she is. she’s an icon.

and then, of course, like many readers, i found her arc in half-blood prince to be a bit of a flop. it’s consistent with the rest of the series’ worldview of love as something you have to suffer and sacrifice for, but it was still really jarring to see a confident, unapologetic woman made so pathetic on account of a man.

chewing gum, then, was written to defend the tonks of half-blood prince. it situates her feeling worn thin within the context of the war, rather than just lupin, and her worries about her job and her relationship with her colleagues and her parents. it examines the fact that she’s only just starting to learn what her mum left behind when she walked out on her family, and how that makes her think about her childhood and her aunts and her lost relationship with sirius. it thinks about how she’s grieving and how that grief is making her unmoored, and how her desire to cling on to remus comes from the other upheavals in her life.

it was also written to defend her from a criticism of remadora which i think is unfair: that tonks’ affection for lupin comes out of nowhere, and that lupin is forced to be in a relationship he doesn’t want by pressure from her and the weasleys. the lupin of chewing gum is - to be frank - a fuckboy, whose attraction to tonks is real and obvious, but who is held back from taking the relationship beyond just sex by the hulking beast of his own self-loathing.

i’ve always thought that tonks - who’s shown to be very emotionally astute - is aware that this self-loathing means that any affection lupin feels for her is only ever going to be partially expressed, and that her devotion to him is only partially reciprocated. she recognises that this is fucked up, she just doesn’t care. and we can all relate.

[the title is a reference to the excellent sitcom of the same name, written by and starring michaela coel. tracey, the chaotic main character coel plays, has immaculate tonks vibes.]

[tryskomys]

Wet Sand

Stone Gossard x OC

Chapter 3 - For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

Summary: there’s a first time for everything.

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notes: chapter three is go! hope you enjoy the voyage through the start of the weird relationship between these punky dummies - you met a day ago, it’s not that deep. right? right?!

tw: weed, virginity talk, allusions to the word that rhymes with eggs. dreamy pining psychedellia.

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“Morning! What can I help you with?”

“I’ll have a latte, please. Do you have something else than milk, though?”

“Jeff? Do we have any oat milk left?”

“Yep, I just opened a fresh carton.”

“There you have it!”

“Great, I’ll take that, thanks.”

“That’ll be a dollar in total, please. One oat milk latte, Jeff!”

“Coming up, Keeks.”

Just as Keeva took a dollar bill from the cute ginger girl in front of her, the front door swung open, sending in a swift of cold air.

It was Stone, excitedly waving a paper bag in the air. Her jaw dropped and she shook her head with a huff. Stone seemed out of breath as he ran up to the counter, fog still puffing out of his mouth.

“Here it is, milady, it’s still warm. My apple turnovers will burn if I don’t come back in ten minutes, so make it quick, please,” he spewed, leaning against the counter as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re so weird,” was all Keeva stuttered out through giggles. That made a huge smile appear on his face, his eyes twinkling. She took the paper bag from him and peeked inside, sighing with contentment when the scent of freshly baked pastry filled her nose.

“Jeff! One cappuccino with an extra shot of spit, please,” Keeva called over her shoulder and Stone’s Cheshire cat grin grew even wider, chuckling. She scratched her forehead to hide her raging blush with her hair.

Jeff shook his head as if he was already over what he called ‘the Tom and Jerry on crack routine’ earlier. He gave her the ginger’s order and as Keeva handed her the oat milk latte, she noticed that the girl checked Stone up and down. And he gave her a little side-eye, smirking.

“Oh! Oh hey, Stoney! Haven’t seen you in ages, almost didn’t recognize you! Great hair,” the girl blurted out and went in for a hug. Stone seemed to know who she is, but Keeva could notice that he tensed up, clearly not too keen on hugging everyone he bumps into.

She felt some sort of twisted satisfaction when he awkwardly gave her a half-assed hug, but as soon as the girl let him go, it was as if a switch flipped in his brain. He eased again and folded his arms, as cool as ever.

“Mel, Mel, Mel…fancy seeing you here. Thanks, there was a sale on red box dye in CVS. Not like you need that,” he chirped and reached out to flick a strand of her hair, a sly smirk plastered on his lips. "You might find a few of us strolling around town."

Mel’s airy giggle rang through the room and Keeva darted between the two of them. The dynamic seemed to be slightly similar to the one she’d seen with the blondie last night. And once again, she couldn’t help but feel awful.

‘Kay, mate, I get it, you enjoy flirting with everybody else, but do you have to fling it in my face?

“There’s a rumour going around that you’ve dropped out and ran off with a travelling circus show. Disappeared for, like, what…” he continued, scratching his chin.

“I don’t know, five months? I just had tons of work for school so I wasn’t out much,” she shrugged. “I’m back now, though, Christmas break. So we can get the party started right where we left off,” Mel quipped and took a sip of her coffee, leaving a lipstick stain on the lid.

She looked at him through her lashes to emulate a ginger Bambi and he smirked, but his words were seeping with sarcasm.

“Can’t wait.”

Oblivious to his jab, she took another sip and asked Keeva for a napkin. Without leaving Mel out of her sight, she blindly reached under the counter, whipping out a tissue box.

Stone carefully observed the shorter woman in front of him, biting his cheek when Keeva put on a fake smile and theatrically presented the box to Mel.

“Hate to barge in on your planning session but I might need to serve another coffee, so I gotta ask you to move slightly to your left or right, depending on your preference,” she explained, moving her sardonic gaze to Stone.

He was already darting across her face with a cocky grin and he didn’t seem too phased. On the contrary, his scoff indicated that he was amused by her acidity.

“You still have my number, right? So that’s sorted,” Mel said after patting her lips dry as they shifted to the side.

Nobody was behind them, but Stone knew better than to comment on it. He knew Keeva’s frigid response would provoke another war for the last word.

“I keep it in a heart-shaped locket next to my bed, no worries,” he retorted and Mel blushed a little, putting a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Always the tease. Let me know then and we’ll figure something out,” she purred and took a look at her wristwatch. “Oh, gotta run. My class starts in half an hour. See ya, Stoney!” she went in for another hug and he lousily put his arm around her shoulders, his smile once again twitching with an uncomfortable cramp.

“Yeah, see ya,” he mumbled, giving her a jittery wave.

“Cheers, have a great day,” Keeva called after Mel as she walked away, narrowing her eyes at Stone when he turned back to her.

She took a big bite of her croissant, humming when Stone raised his eyebrows in question.

“Hm, it’s digestible.”

“Excuse me? We at Grand Central Bakery pride ourselves in the best pastries in town,” he shot back, shaking his head as he leaned on the counter. “I chose the crispiest one I had, don’t be a brat.”

Keeva dusted off a fleck of puff pastry that settled in the corner of her lips, ignoring the rush of blood that crept up her neck. She scoffed.

“You don’t strike me as a locket kinda guy.”

“I had to think of something,” he shrugged, fiddling with little clumps of wool on his left glove. She raised her eyebrows with a dramatic gasp and clutched her invisible pearls.

“So you’re saying you don’t have it?”

“The only things I keep next to my bed are a grass pipe and a mug that’s been collecting coffee debris for two months.”

That’s, uh…not surprising. Somehow. What the -

“I’ve seen her once at the Ramp and didn’t have the heart to turn her number down. She had cute handwriting,” Stone shrugged again, biting his lips to contain a grin when she let out a loud annoyed sigh.

“How chivalrous of you. Your turnovers are burning as we speak, so you should make like a Mel and disappear,” Keeva said as she took the coffee Jeff handed her. “One spit cappuccino to-go, that will be fifty cents.”

“It says a buck on the board,” he squinted at the menu and grabbed his cup. His freezing fingers brushed against Keeva’s knuckles and she stifled a cough before taking another big bite of her croissant.

“You paid the other half in material goods,” she mumbled with her mouth full and stuck out her palm. Stone chuckled and fished a half-dollar coin out of his back pocket, theatrically slapping it on top of her palm.

“Should I make like a Mel and give you my number? As a little tip?” he grinned, taking a sip of his coffee as she raised her eyebrows.

“Tempting���but, no,” she gave him a mocking smile and tossed the coin into the cashier drawer. “I don’t have a locket to store such a valuable thing.”

Stone scoffed and mirrored her sarcastic smile, reaching over the counter to flick her nose. She slapped his hand away and tapped on her watch to remind him to leave.

“Touché. I’ll be waiting ‘til you get one,” he gave her a silly wink and whistled to get Jeff’s attention. “See ya at lunch, Ames.”

Jeff just quickly looked over his shoulder and continued to wash his hands in the sink.

“See ya, now go before they sack you,” he mumbled with a grin. Keeva gasped.

“Jesus, don’t give him ideas or we'll never get rid of him.”

Stone was already half out of the door when he gave her a middle finger, leaving his arm between the doorframe. He held it there until the door squished him and then snaked out, once again disappearing into the icy fog outside.

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Precise like a Swiss clock, he came back to the café exactly at half past noon, just as Jeff reached the door to lock it for the lunch pause. He let Stone in, eyeing the bag in his hand with a gulp.

“I have arrived, children. Turkey salad sandwiches from Cyclops, fries to share,” Stone sharply exhaled when he walked in, slightly out of breath, and shook the plastic bag in the air. His hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, pointy ears red and tender from the frosty wind.

Keeva’s stomach growled on cue at the whiff of fries and Jeff whistled, reaching into the bag like a starved raccoon.

“Woah, fancy. Got your allowance, buddy?” he mused, chuckling when Stone softly slapped his cheek.

“Fuck off. Took three extra shifts last week to pay you back for the weed, asshole. You’re a spendy date,” he hissed and walked away from Jeff before he could finish taking his food.

He came up to Keeva and reached out to ruffle her hair, throwing his arm around her shoulders. As he led her to the back door, he called after Jeff. “Baby didn’t even want me to buy her a beer yesterday, you should take notes.”

Keeva chuckled and grabbed her leather jacket as they walked past the coathanger. A picture of his awkward wince at Mel's hug flashed through her head when he tugged on her hair as if it was the most natural move in the world, his cold fingers grazing her neck.

“Hungry?”

“Like a wolf,” she quipped back, chuckling when Jeff mocked Stone’s hair tug and yanked the bag out of his hands. He reached inside and chomped down a bundle of fries.

When they walked out, the cold air felt refreshing, in stark contrast to the overheated café. There was a small roof over the short staircase as well as a part of the patio.

It was quite clean and without any snow, so they all sat down in a circle and took their food, plopping the fry basket in the centre.

When Keeva took the first bite, it was a heavenly sensation. After days on crusty bread, the juicy salad and grilled turkey hit just the right spot. She closed her eyes and hummed, dipping a few fries into the signature Cyclops spicy mayo dip.

“My, my, Ames, I think she likes it,” Stone mused and she rolled her eyes, scoffing.

“I shall die and go to heaven, now. Bye,” she mumbled with her mouth full, resting her head against the brick wall.

Jeff laughed and reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker. He grabbed a cigarette pack with three blunts and a lighter inside and offered it to Stone, who took one out and lit it. After he took a long drag, he handed it to Keeva, who just took a bite of her sandwich.

“I told you, it’s like sticking your head into a fratboy’s gym locker,” she shook her head and pushed his hand away.

Stone exchanged an amused look with Jeff as he passed him the joint and chomped down a bunch of fries.

“Oh, and I can’t jam today, gotta go get the knee checked for the last time,” Jeff shrugged and Stone shook his head. He wiped his hands on his jeans and loosened his scarf to scratch the back of his neck, just where the tips of his ponytail tickled him.

Jeff did a quick double-check between Stone and his food as he passed the joint back and prepared to take the first bite.

“Stoney. My dude. Is that a fucking hickey?” he gasped, breathing in a bit of toast.

Stone's eyes popped open as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water down his jacket and started feeling around his neck in panic.

“Huh? Where?”

“Holy shit, how old did you say you were?” Keeva scoffed, slapping her forehead when she leaned over to take a peek at the small purple bruise under his ear. “Fifteen?”

“Twenty-one?”

They spoke at the same time and Jeff started laughing at Stone’s sudden defensive body language, choking on his sandwich.

“I’ve seen worse, Keeks. One time, he ca-“

“Okay, okay, okay. Chill out or I’ll tell her why the hat stays on when you fuck,” Stone reached over to Jeff and slapped the back of his head, forcing the blunt into his mouth.

Jeff was still trying to cough out the piece of bread stuck in his throat, so he started wheezing even harder.

When Stone guaranteed that Jeff was properly shut down, he finally let him go and slapped his back a few times while taking a puff. His brawny friend finally calmed down after a minute of furious coughing, but he still didn’t lose the wide grin on his face.

“Jesus fuck, I need water. Be good,” Jeff stuttered and hopped up, disappearing behind the staff door.

A moment of slightly awkward silence passed as they exchanged a look, both eagerly trying not to burst out laughing. Stone tried to offer her the blunt once again, but Keeva took a bite of her sandwich instead.

With a little bit of luck, I’ll choke too and won’t have to look at you anymore. That would be cool.

“Pussy,” Stone huffed and broke into a wide grin when she gave him the finger. He sighed and leaned his back against the cold brick wall, crossing his legs as he chomped on a fry.

“So, you came here all alone?” he questioned, his face clouded by remnants of smoke.

“Yup. Free as a bird, I guess. Weehoo,” Keeva chuckled, wiping toast crumbs from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

Not getting into that right now. Not when I have this glorious toastie in my hand.

Stone whistled.

“Left a strapping young lad named Arthur behind, I presume?”

“Do I really seem like a desirable object of attention?” she huffed, softly tugging on her freckled cheeks and pointing at her mismatched irises. He gave her a side-eye and took another fry.

“I mean…”

Stop taunting, asshole.

“Shut it. No, there was no Arthur to leave behind.”

“Tommy?”

“No.”

“Charlie?”

“No, there were no Tommies or Charlies or Henries, so save that.”

Stone shut his mouth and his eyes slowly widened as he sat up straight, taking the half-eaten fry out of his mouth. He stared at her for a few seconds before raising his eyebrows as far as they could go, his hand still hanging in the air.

“Uh, wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You mean…I’m sitting in front of a real, unadulterated Virgin Mary?”

“I’m not -“ Keeva interrupted him way too abruptly and shrugged so hard that a piece of turkey flew out of her sandwich. When his overwhelming stare grew even wider, she lowered her voice. “I’m not a virgin, okay?”

“Sure. And I am,” he snorted out a laugh and slapped his knee as if it was the most amusing information he’d ever learned. “Bet you never even kissed a guy, Mary.”

She kicked his shin as hard as she could, adding a weak punch to his bony shoulder. Stone just giggled again and his freckled nose scrunched.

Irresistibly irritating.

“Leave me alone! I have! I have kissed a guy, okay? Once or twice…or once,” she mumbled, getting more quiet as her excuses ran out. His jaw dropped.

“Holy. Shit.”

“Fuck off! It’s not fair to compare me to you, you’re a little whore!” she shrieked, her voice jumping a few octaves higher than usual. That made him laugh even harder.

“I’d take a whore over a Mother Theresa,” he shrugged and finally ate the cold fry he’d been squishing between his fingers. Keeva shook her mop of curls, trying to curtain her patchy cheeks.

“You know, Stoney, you talk a lot for someone who’s at an arm’s length from my virgin fists. So watch your mouth.”

He raised his hands in defence and bit his lips to contain the laughter. She threw him a scolding stare and took an angry bite of a big bunch of fries.

Stone inhaled to speak and she already raised her finger to shut him up, but he just wouldn’t let it go.

“You know, there’s two things I can’t stand in my proximity. Girls with freckles and virgins. And you’re sitting right in front of me.”

“Yeah? Tough shit, can’t do much about that,” she shot back, her mouth full of potatoes. He raised his eyebrows again, breaking into a poorly contained grin.

“Uh…I have a few ideas.“

Okay, now you’re crossing a line.

“You disgust me,” she coughed out after a few moments of chewing.

Stone just slowly took a big hit and lazily leaned closer to her. He puffed the thick cloud right into her face and a tingle ran through her vertebrae as if he shocked her with a taser.

Fuck. That’s impossible. He knows. He must know.

“Do I? Why are you blushing?” he added, voice hoarse from the smoke.

Keeva took a moment to compose herself, suppressing a sneeze that tickled her nostrils. She gulped down the fries, mindlessly staring at his smirking lips as she recalled her dream.

“Fucking hell. Your hubris is baffling, mate,” she muttered and cleared her throat to get rid of the strain in her vocal cords.

“My hubris is baffling? Golly gee shucks. I shall dub thee ‘granny’ instead of ‘baby’ if you keep talking like it’s the eighteen hundreds,” he calmly retorted, tipping his head to the side. “I’m just saying, if you ever need a friend to help out…”

Keeva scoffed.

“You know, this whole ‘sarcastic lanky stoner punk‘ shtick you got going on might work on girls around here, but I can see right through you,” she sneered, trying to show confidence in her words. “You’re like an annoying old book I’ve read ten times over. I’m in your fucking head, beanpole.”

“Yeah, you are,” he quietly quipped, tipping his head to the other side. Keeva raised her eyebrows.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Why?” Stone tipped his head again and put on an innocent pout, his eyes gleaming as if he flipped a light switch.

How the fuck does he do that?

“Because I don’t like it,” she weakly shot back.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.”

Neither of them moved an inch, though. And after a few moments of tense silence, she finally thought of an answer worthy of the personified mischief in front of her.

Payback, beanpole. Payback.

“Stoney, Stoney. My great-great-grandma used to have this saying. You know, in the eighteen hundreds,” she nonchalantly waved her hand and tipped her head as well, carefully taking the joint from his fingers.

“It went ‘Never trust a guy with a hickey,’” she mumbled and raised it to her lips. “‘…especially when he says he wants to fuck you real bad.’”

She finished by taking a deep hit and without a single blink, she blew the smoke in his face.

“And I’ve lived by that ever since.”

Before he could respond, she stuck the blunt between his lips, backed away and took another unassuming bite of her sandwich.

Stone’s eyes fluttered closed for a split second before he raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.

Just as he took the joint out to shoot back at her, the metal door swung open and Jeff hopped off the small set of stairs, landing right between them.

“Ah, I could’ve died back there and you didn’t even come to check on me! Bet you were talking shit,” he chuckled and scooted over to his food, chomping on a few fries. “What did I miss?”

Stone stared at Keeva and she just shrugged, challenging him to answer. He blinked and then finally eased back into his immovable cool facade, scoffing.

He took a quick look at his watch and got up, unceremoniously putting the joint out on the door before slipping inside.

“Keeva is a virgin.”

She was carefully scanning the empty street for any signs of human appearance, but it seemed like this ghost town was empty.

What a haunting feeling.

She was evidently waiting for something - someone, anxiously tapping her foot in a steady rhythm.

It was the dead of night, soft snowflakes soundlessly floated around her and muffled all sounds of the darkness like weightless cotton balls. As if she was stuck in a crystal snow globe filled with ink.

Warm lamps stood along the pavement of what was eerily similar to Pioneer Square. They emanated a beautiful amber glow, making the white flecks seem almost like fire sparks.

The entry signs of all surrounding shops were written in unreadable letters that moved and changed time and time again, appearing and going as they pleased.

A clump of snow glided its way to the tip of her nose. She crossed her eyes to look at it and tried to blow it away, but she accidentally breathed it in instead.

She let out a suppressed sneeze and rubbed the melting flake away, her fingertips freezing.

Looking up from the sparkling gravel under her feet, she scanned the starry sky with childlike wonder. She couldn’t exactly tell the stars from the snowflakes. Both twinkled similarly, illuminated by the full moon that hung right above her.

The light mirrored in his peculiar eyes, making them seem like glowing gems from afar when he emerged from the surrounding fog on the opposite end of the street. He made his presence known with a soft whistle.

She already knew he was there, though. The air shifted around her just as he appeared out of nowhere.

She turned her head to look at him, breaking into a wide grin when he took his hand out of his pocket and gave her an endearing wave.

He skipped along the road in long hops, nearing her a lot quicker than the distance seemed to be. As if he was skipping through time as well.

He wasn’t leaving any footsteps behind, he didn’t have a shade. But then again, neither did she.

Sprinkles of snowflakes fell on his messy red hair, tied into a tangled bun on top of his head with an outrageously pink scrunchie. Here, though, the fabric seemed to be muted and warm, surprisingly soft. Just like him.

“Oh, look who’s here! You were waiting for me in this weather? I’m blushing,” he mused, putting his arm around her as soon as he reached her.

He gave her what would normally be a bone-crushing squeeze, but in this place, it felt like catching fog with bare hands.

“You told me not to forget. You’re more intimidating than you think,” she mumbled and folded her arms to warm her hands in the armpits of her leather jacket. He grinned.

“Well, I think pretty highly of myself, so…”

“Yeah, I figured,” she squinted at him, curiously studying the red frostbitten patches on his cheeks with a sly smile.

“Wanna take this? It’s fucking freezing out here,” he mumbled when her teeth started chattering and began to take his suede jacket off. But she shook her head, holding his arms in place.

She ran her hands through thin air.

“Nope, I’m fine, ta. Did you make this weather up, Stoney? Like a weird yawn-to-put-your-arm-around-a-girl type deal?” she nonchalantly chuckled and blood quickly rushed to her cheeks when he unexpectedly took her fingers in his palms, rubbing them together to melt the freezing sensation.

It was eerie, to suddenly feel his skin on hers. Icy and silky, like a soft breeze tickling her pale knuckles. The intensity of her blush was painful, stinging and scratching her cold flesh from the inside.

He lifted her hands to his lips, softly blowing on them. His breath was balmy and caressing, like running one’s hands through a bowl of honey.

“Maybe I did. Twenty-one years alive and I’ve never seen as much snow as this year. It’s like you brought it with you, like a little punky Jack Frost,” he mumbled into their intertwined fingers. “I’m not complaining, though. Feels like we’re in a song or something.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you’ve already used that trick a couple of times?” she playfully lifted her index finger to nudge his aquiline nose, but once again, she only poked air.

Like she was able to touch him only when he permitted it. Manipulating the matter of her body, the sole sovereign of this bizarre world, above the limits of time and space. The look he gave her wasn’t as mischievous as she’d expected.

“Would it hurt you to stop being bitchy for just a couple of seconds?” he raised his eyebrows but continued to softly caress the back of her hands.

Silence hung in the air as she averted her eyes, embarrassed by his sudden crassness.

“I never dream,” he added and waited for her to look at him. His eyes were brutally honest. Older, wiser, burdened with something she wasn’t able to decipher. “But when I see you out there, I can’t tell if I’m awake.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t able to find words that would describe the feelings running through her head like a freight train.

Instead, she opted for carefully loosening her hands out of his grip and then took his fingers in hers, now returning the favour by blowing on his red knuckles.

His expression softened a bit as he watched little puffs of fog leave her lips, eyes dissociating when she gathered the courage to plant a feather-light kiss on his fingertips. Then, she gently pushed the hand back to his face, pressing the fingers against his lips.

They were still warm.

His eyes fluttered closed because somehow, he could still feel the soft skin of her lips on them.

Without thinking, he mirrored her action and returned the roundabout kiss by reaching back down to her, lingering on her lips for a fleeting moment before finally slipping his hands back into his pockets.

After what felt like hours in a maze of his strange gaze, she gathered enough strength to steady her breath and finally spoke.

“Let’s not wake up, then.”

And as if on cue, the shriek of an alarm clock disturbed the ghostly silence. It seemed to be slightly muffled by the glowing fog around them, but it still pierced her heart like a scalloped knife.

His murky voice washed over her like a warm ocean wave, spilling into her veins. Slowly, calmly, somberly.

And as always, crowned by a daring smirk.

“Tomorrow, same time, same place. Don’t you forget…”

[idiomaticpunk]

about me

I'm french, my pronouns are she/her, and i'm sorry if i make mistakes. I'm not really active because of school and it's been a while since i wrote something so i'm sorry if it's bad <3

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i can write for :

911 (basic one and lone star)

NCIS

umbrella academy

top gun

DC (batman, titans, superman and lois)

motherland fort salem

criminal minds

hawaii 5-0

altered carbon

daredevil even if i ain’t sure i got the hang of the characters

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last updated 21 august 2022

KIM JUNGWOO

post fight : your little crush patches you up after a fight (which you won)

JUNG JAEHYUN

cookies : your boyfriend makes you tasty cookies until they aren't

LEE DONGHYUCK

fratboy!au : jealousy, party, you are a sexy someone, he's cocky

ZHONG CHENLE

nerdy : popular!reader x nerdy!boyfriend!chenle super duper cute

JUNG WOOYOUNG

rumors : the rumor you're f-wording jung wooyoung is going around...

PARK SEONGHWA

camp counselor : enemies to lovers, camp counselor!au ,

NISHINOYA YUU

bf!au : you're taller than your boyfriend, and he's a little insecure :(

JAKE SERESIN - HANGMAN

"did she say no" ? : Jake returns the wedding ring he brought for you to the jewelry shop : fluff!!

PETE MITCHELL - MAVERICK

early meeting : headcanon sort of- meeting mav at the hard deck and f-wording him until boom he's your superior

call sign: rocky : you're retired but one of the fastest pilot alive - and cyclone needs you to save maverick's ass

NATASHA TRACE - PHOENIX

guard dog :  based on this tiktok/post : natasha has a hot girlfriend and is ready to fight as long as she keeps wearing low rise jeans.

[georgiapeach30513]

Trash Stache

Summary:  Lloyd’s Feelings got hurt, and now he’s needy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.

"Ray of Sunshine?"

"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"

"I'm at your place."

"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.

You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him. Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.

You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."

"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"

"I do not."

"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of.”

Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"

Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?”

"You like the way it felt."

"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."

"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"

"Not yet," you maneuver those barely there panties off, spreading your legs again. Winding your hand down your front, you use your fingers to spread your swollen lips. Letting Lloyd watch as your pussy clenches around nothing and he gives another whine.

Flattening out your hand, you cover your hole, and tsk at him, "No, I wanna see it!"

"Do you deserve to see it?"

"I'll get on my knees, use my mustache to stimulate your clit. Please? I'll be your good Boo Bear. I...I'll even let my cock just go soft and sad."

"So you're saying that you don't want to fuck me?" his head shakes back and forth quickly. Trying to make you believe that there is nothing that he wouldn't do just for a taste of your essence.

"Please, Sunshine. I'll do anything. I just want a tiny little taste. Please?"

You hook your finger, wiggling for him to come hither. Those tight khaki panted knees drop to the floor, and he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

His eyes stay on your glistening folds, and he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Savoring your sweet tangy taste. Finally looking up at you, before fully diving in. That mustache creating the best extra stimulation for your bundle of nerves. The vibrations from his moans adding even more pleasure.

The man totally obsessed with your pussy. Because Lloyd hansen doesn't kneel down to any man, but you are no man. He gives your little bean a nibble, before his tongue slides down, and into your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you, while his nose takes care of your clit.

You want to cuss the man that dared call your favorite thing a trash stache, because the way that clit tickler makes you feel is heavenly. Moving your fingers through his hair, you push him closer to your greedy cunt. Lloyd doesn't care, this is the battle he would gladly die in.

Moving back out of your pussy be caters to his favorite toy, your clit, sucking on the swollen bud while he enters two fingers in your cunt. Your body writhes with his ministrations, and your whimpers sing up his praises, "Fuck you were made for this. That is my pussy stache," you watch as he needily starts thrusting air. His hips hunching over nothing as you race for your finish. "Right there Boo Bear! Fuck you're amazing. So fucking amazing. You gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to cum in that pretty little mouth."

With a desperate mewl, you cum onto his hungry mouth, but he doesn't stop. Your body trembling, as he fights for one more orgasm. Perfect rhythm and pace, because he studies you like his missions. Having to lay back on the table, when your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body tenses up, and loses all control.

Those fingers slam into your cunt but he pulls back, mouth wide open, and tongue flat. With a scream, you squirt into his starved mouth, and he laps up your juices. Drinking it down like the finest scotch. "Fuck, yeah," you pant. Staring down at that beautiful needy man. His lips shiny with your arousal, and he leans forward to give your sensitive skin kisses. Peppering them all over your thighs.

"How's that pretty cock, Lloyd?"

"Hard, and wanting you to milk it dry."

With shallow breath, you instruct him to pick you up, "Carry me to the bed baby. I know you've got to be so frustrated at that bad man. You want to take it out on me?"

"It hurts," he says with a wicked smirk.

"I know baby, why don't you show mama how angry you are at what that bad man said."

Dropping you to the bed, he rips off your remaining lace, stripping his own self, before he places your body, how he wants it; on your back, and legs spread wide, nearly drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He gives your drenched sex a few slaps with his angry cock, his precum and your slick creating thin lines of sticky arousal. Sliding his tip over your bundle of nerves until moving to the treasure below. Barely thrusting his tip in, before slamming his hips into you.

Crashing on you over and over again. Grunting at how stupid Court Gentry is, but one look at where the two of you connect, and he almost goes soft, "Don't you dare! You fuck me hard! I don't care if you break the fucking bed. Fuck me!" Grabbing your headboard he stabs into you harshly. Getting off on just your pleasured face. Pictures and decorations shaking off the walls, and he fucks into you harder. You voice a mess of praises up at him, mixed with just screaming his name. Letting him know by the mess on the bed how good he is. Your juices soak your back, and you want him to fuck you harder.

Gripping his back, your nails dig into his skin. Seething and teeth bared, he ruts into you even harder. Your head and pussy getting the beating of a lifetime. When your walls flutter around him, you see that needy gaze in his eyes. "Fuck, what do you need baby?"

Sticking his tongue out, he lays it flat. Lloyd always did have an oral fixation. Holding onto his cheek, you let him suck on your thumb, while his cock twitches. "Keep going, Boo Bear, I'm almost there baby," hips crashing on hips, he feels your walls clench down tight, as the best high of your life flows rapidly through your body. With a few more stuttered thrusts, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your walls, before that sweet man collapses on you.

"There's a sweet boy, you made me feel so good. But do you feel better?"

"Yes, but you promise it's not a trash stashe?"

"I promise, Punky. That thing is what makes you a god with your mouth, okay," he leans up, his eyes soft and glowing before giving you the softest and sweetest kiss. "Spend the night with me, baby, that way I can hold you all night long."

"You'll be the big spoon?"

"Of course, unless you want me to cockwarm you?"

He gives you a wicked grin, "Maybe later, just hold me."

Masterlist

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[imaginesmatsu]

hello hello <3 my name is null! im finally getting around to making a pinned post so here u go :v

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tldr: i disappear tons, love yandere stuff, pls be patient with me :w:

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i tend to disappear for weeks/months at a time but i do come back sometimes (as evidenced by me writing this, 14/4/2022). so uh yeah if u don't see any 3 am posts (#the insomnia tag) for at least a week then i'm still alive i just am hyperfixating on something else

my tag is #mod null (formerly #mod sin, idk if i'll go and change it). i have a few different aus that i haven't written for in ages like matsutale and dbhmatsu (prob my favorite idk)

i like yandere stuff a lot, i just don't like the mainstream gory yandere stuff people write :/ i like the build up & having someone who is completely clueless as to just how far the yan will go for them. it's more fun imo

i am the only mod on here anymore, im. sadly kinda nervous on trying to add another just because it's hard for me to trust people tbh. not that i didn't trust mar and punkie - i like/liked them both a lot !! i just have issues with abandonment and don't wanna put that on anyone else ::

[reidgraygubler]

hurry back, pretty boy (spencer reid/reader)

Title: Hurry Back, Pretty Boy Request: yes!  Couple: Punk-y!Spencer Reid/Punk-y!Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of marijuana, mentions of a case, mentions of vomit Word Count: 2,867 Summary: Reader owns a bar and a little bit punk. She and Spencer are in a relationship. Reader learns about the BAU teams out-side of work personalities  A/N: got this sweet request the other day. I took some creative liberties but followed the request closely. I did make spencer one hundred percent out of character, but he still acts like our precious innocent bean :) thanks for the love! check out my masterlist!

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Everyone has a different personality inside and outside of work. Like, me for instance. I work at a bar, the one I own. Inside work, I have to be flirtatious and funny. I have to sell, sell, sell. Because if I don’t I don’t have a house. I have an entire act I have. I’m the flirty, punky, bitch that all the fat bastards love. However, outside of work, I’m still the flirty, punky, bitch… I’m just more to myself and not as… Out there. 

Same story with my amazing and loving boyfriend, one Doctor Spencer Reid. He works as a profiler for the FBI’s Behaviour Analysis Unit, aka BAU. While Spencer was at work, he was the sweet, innocent boy who doesn’t know sex or how to flirt. He was their sweet, shy, innocent Pretty Boy… Inside work. However, outside work, when he was here at the bar with me or anywhere else… He’s pretty much like me. Though, he’s not a bitch, or bastard. He’s much kinder than that. Although, he’s still a little bit of a sweetheart. I guess that’s why I love him. He was still clever and smart, there was no getting rid of that. Personally, I just think that makes him so much more lovable. 

As for his colleagues, they were all different. I remember meeting them all for the first time. They all seemed high strung, professional people that didn’t seem to hang out with someone like Spencer or me. Boy, was I dead wrong. 

I met Spencer 5 years back. It was late one evening and he had just gotten off work, coming to my bar for a drink. He looked exhausted, like always. But this exhaustion was a different kind. Like he was stretched thin from whatever the case was he was working on. It was before I knew his true personality and self. I was thankful that he let his true colors shine, not to quote Cyndi Lauper or anything.

I think he was more nervous talking to me at first. I mean, it’s not every day you meet an attractive girl who has her arms tattooed with sleeves, colored hair, and several facial piercings. At first, I thought I was not his type. But then he asked me out and here we are, 2.5 years later.

“Hey guys,” I smiled as the team entered the bar. It looked like they all needed a drink of some sort. I smiled brightly as Spencer entered the bar behind his friends. When his eyes landed on me, his face lit up with excitement. He impatiently pushed past the team and came to me, basically jumping over the bar. I smiled as I pulled on his tie, bringing him down to my height. I was shorter than him by nearly a foot, and I loved it

 “Hey there Pretty Boy,” I smiled, bringing one hand to rest on his cheek, keeping my grip around his tie, before kissing him deeply. He hummed, snaking his arms around my waist to hold me closer. I laughed against his lips as Penelope and Morgan began to protest our affection. I pulled my hand from Spencer’s face to flip them off.  

“My shift is done in 15 minutes. I have extra clothes for you in my car. I’ll get you guys some drinks and join you if you’d like, once you’re changed?” I asked bringing my hands to rest on Spencer’s chest. I smoothed out the few wrinkles on his blazer and smiled. He hummed and nodded. I pulled my car keys from the pocket on my apron and placed then in Spencer’s hand. “Hurry back, Pretty Boy,” I went on my toes to peck his lips. 

Spencer looked over my shoulder and at his friends, his cheeks blushing slightly. I gently patted his shoulders to get his attention back on me. He sighed deeply before looking down at me, smiling softly before holding up the keys. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, tossing the keys in the air and catching them. I chuckled and watched as he turned to leave. I kept my eyes on him as he left. Boy, I love when he wears suits, or a blazer and slacks. He looks so… professional. I would risk anything for this man… everything about this man… I love.

“What can I get you guys?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Spencer as he left. Even when he was no longer in my sight, I kept my eyes towards his direction. 

“Babygirl,” Derek, one of Spencer’s best friends, snapped in my direction and pulling my attention away from the back door and towards the group of agents. I smiled and looked at them.

“Drinks! Whaddya want?” I exhaled deeply as I placed my hands on the counter. Penelope, who I love dearly, was the first to the counter, nearly falling over herself as she pushed the others to the side. I cringed as her abdomen hit the wooden countertop, though she didn’t seem bothered by it. 

“I want whatever is fruity and whatever can get me drunk,” she looked at me, throwing her purse on the counter as she leaned towards me. I laughed and nodded as I got to work on her drink. 

“I take it it wasn’t a very good day?” I looked over my shoulder at Penelope, who was now sitting. Emily and Derek had joined her at the bar. The look of exhaustion on their faces told me that it probably wasn’t a good day. 

“You could say that,” Emily looked up at me. Her eyes looked tired, and I’m sure she wanted to drown her sorrows in liquor and tequila. She probably wasn’t able to drink, mostly because she could still possibly be on duty. I know what she and Aaron have been doing lately, taking down some people for drugs. I’m not risking my weed because of that. 

“Well, Agent Prentiss,” I looked at her with a smile as I handed Penelope her drink. “What can I get you tonight?” I grinned as I grabbed a  tiny cocktail umbrella, opening it, and sticking it in Penelope’s drink. She giggled as she followed the others towards an empty corner booth. I looked towards the direction of the others and smiled. 

“Anything, please, just give me anything,” she pleaded, dropping her hands onto the countertop. I smiled and nodded before making her something strong, but not strong enough to knock her out for the night. 

“Do I even want to know what this case was about?” I spoke out loud, pouring some vodka into the glass. Emily groaned before placing her head on the counter. Derek laughed and shook his head. “I’ll take that as a no,” I laughed, turning to place Emily’s drink on the counter. I looked at Derek and smiled.

“I’ll just have a beer,” he shook his head. I pouted. Drunk Derek is my favorite and will always be my favorite. I nodded, grabbing a stein and filling it with the best stuff on tap. “Go over there and save me and our Pretty Boy a seat,” I flashed Derek a smile as I placed the stein on the counter. 

“Yeah, I’ll save you and Pretty Boy a seat,” he teased as he stood up, grabbing his beer and leaving. I smiled and looked over at the group of agents. 

“Did you have a good day?” Spencer’s voice sounded like music to my ears as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I hummed as he peppered my neck in kisses. I dropped my head to my shoulder and smiled as he continued to kiss my neck.

“Probably a better day than you and the others,” I mused, keeping my eyes on the team. They were laughing and fooling around with themselves, even though they all looked exhausted. Spencer chuckled, his breath fanning over the side of my neck, making me exhale deeply. 

“My day was okay,” he laughed, his grip around my waist tightened a bit. I laughed and shook my head, resting my hands on top of his. “I had the day off, unlike Derek, Emily, Penelope, and Hotch,” he added before pressing a kiss to my jaw. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” I laughed as I turned around to face him. He wrinkled his nose before placed a kiss on my lips. I laughed as his stupid tongue piercing hit my lips. “I always fucking forget that you have that,” I pulled my head away from him and spoke. Spencer laughed before sticking his tongue out at me. A silver ball/tongue stud sat on the center of the tip of his tongue. 

“I quite like it,” he pressed it to his lips before smiling at me. I laughed and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me before pressing his lips to mine again.

“How about, you go join your team? I’ll make you a drink and meet you over there?” I batted my eyelashes at him. He laughed, his laugh making me feel giggly inside, before kissing me for the third time.

“If I must,” he pouted before releasing me from his grip. He smiled at me before going to join his friends. I leaned on the counter, folding my arms over each other as I stared at Spencer’s ass. Damn, he looked good in jeans. I don’t know why he didn’t wear them more often. And, the way his plain black tee-shirt hung off his shoulders… I could do unspeakable things with it. Or, maybe he could…  The few tattoos he had on his arms made me smile. God, I love this side of Pretty Boy, Doctor Spencer Reid. 

I sighed deeply, shaking my head clean from the dirty thoughts I was having of my boyfriend. I was quick making a neat whiskey for Spencer, and myself a boozy drink. I grabbed a few glasses and a bottle of wine, for JJ, Aaron, and David, placing everything on a tray, before finally going to join everyone at the booth. 

“And here is everything,” I placed the tray on the counter before sitting on the bench beside Spencer. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. I looked at him and placed his drink in front of him. “Wine for the mother and fathers,” I looked at JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. JJ looked eternally grateful that I brought over a bottle of wine. I wouldn’t be surprised if she would drink all of it in one shot. I’ve attended girl’s night before with JJ, Emily, and Penelope. They like to start off early, leaving me to be the designated driver before I had on sip of alcohol.

“You… Are the best,” she whispered as she grabbed for the bottle and a glass for herself. I fished for the swiss-army knife buried in my pocket and handed it over to her. She smiled as she pulled it from me and opening it to the corkscrew to open the bottle. 

“I’m really guessing today wasn’t good,” I widened my eyes as I watched her pour the wine till her glass was totally full. Spencer looked over at me and shook his head.

“Best not get into it, Princess,” he whispered. I cringed before sipping my drink, shivering as the alcohol hit my tongue. The conversations went on, as usual. Talking about whatever it was they wanted to talk about. And, sure enough, Spencer always had something to say. 

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“Anyone want some weed?” A regular of the bar asked somewhere across the bar. I anxiously sipped my drink as Aaron and Emily shared a look, silently telling each other that they’d have to bust my bar. I wrinkled my nose and shifted in my seat, not liking that I’d probably lose my job and dealer over that. I’ll have to talk to him about that later when there aren’t 6 FBI agents in my presence and in my bar.

Spencer, who was a little bit drunk at this point in the night, leaned over and wrapped his arms around my body. I let out a strained laugh as he leaned his full weight on me. He pressed his lips sloppily to the side of my head. 

“I luh you s’much,” he whispered, poking my nose. I grinned and looked over at him. I raised my eyebrows, my smile becoming smugger. He huffed out a breath of air as he let his body become one with mine. I inhaled the faint smell of whiskey and even fainter smell of marijuana in his breath. God, if only Hotch and Emily knew that their innocent, smart agent partook in marijuana. To be honest, he mostly does it for stress and anxiety. And, it’s done him a great deal of good. “Did you know that? That I love you?”  he asked, resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“I think… I think it’s time we go home, Spence,” I planted my hand on his shoulder to steady him. He made a sound in protest. I widened my eyes as I looked around the table. “You only had two drinks. How are you this drunk?” I asked, looking at the two empty glasses sitting on the table in front of him. He swallowed roughly, opening his mouth to spit out some sort of incredible fact out. Only to fail when he hiccuped instead. I laughed and nodded. “That’s what I thought,” I whispered.

“You guys can’t be serious. You can’t leave!” Penelope looked at Spencer and I. I pouted as I slid out of the booth, Spencer falling over where I was once sitting. I laughed and shook my head. “Spencer’s fine! He’s not as much of a lightweight as you think!” She added in an exclamation. She did the exact thing when David and Aaron left nearly two hours ago. But, at this point, it’s later than that… And, I’m incredibly exhausted. Spencer’s the lightest lightweight I know. 

“Penelope,” I laughed and shook my head, “I know, for a fact, he’s had a busy day. Reading his little heart away. I haven’t seen him all day,” I gestured to the bar behind me. “I’ve been here all day. Please,” I looked at her and pouted. I wrinkled my nose slightly as my lip piercing hit my chin. Penelope looked at me, about ready to protest, but stopped when Derek placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s about time we go too,” he spoke to her. I looked at him and flashed him a smile, thanking him for stopping her. Derek winked at me before turning back to his drunken friend. I looked down at the Pretty Boy. 

“C’mon, Spence,” I whispered, leaning over to help him up. Spencer looked at me as he threw his hand over my shoulders again. The way he looked at me made me want to melt slightly. “I’ll see you guys another day!” I struggled to wave at the other members of the team. They all bid their farewells to Spencer and I before we finally left. 

“Are we going home?” Spencer asked, keeping his weight on my body. I groaned, straining as he threw his other arm over me. 

“Yeah, baby, we’re going home,” I struggled to open the passenger side door. Spencer looked at me as I buckled him in, and smiled brightly. “Yes?” I smiled at him.

“I just love you so much,” he whispered, bringing a hand to rest on my cheek. I sighed deeply before kissing him. I pulled away and looked down at him. His eyes were watering slightly, making me chuckle lightly. I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek. He hummed and leaned into my touch.

“Baby, I know,” I chuckled and smiled at him. Something flashed across his, his eyes widening as his cheeks puffed out. Fuck. He better not. “Oh no, I know that look,” I shook my head, pulling him so he’d throw up outside of my clean car instead of inside. He looked up at me, his eyes telling me that he was sorry before he threw up on the ground outside… Right, where my feet were. I groaned and held back my anger, not wanting to get mad at the mildly drunk Spencer. 

“I’m so sorry,” his face twisted as he realized he had just done. I wiped my face with both my hands and looked down at him. He was still looking at me, an apologetic look on his face.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t worry about,” I whispered, looking down at him. He nodded and wiped his upper lip. I flashed him one last smile before pushing the door shut. I looked down at the pile of sick on the ground and looked at my feet. I sighed as I kicked my shoes off and picked them up. 

“Give him grace, he doesn’t drink,” I whispered, looking at the ruined shoes. I opened the back door and placed the shoes on the seat before going around to the driver’s side. Spencer, surprisingly, was already asleep. I pouted. I loved drunk Spencer and his endless blabber of compliments. 

“Oh, Pretty Boy, you’re so sweet,” I smiled as I started the car and speeding away.

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platinum weekend mods masterlist

i know all of the mods have been reblogging a lot of posts, so i thought i’d make a list of all the content we’ve posted so far! i’ll be adding onto it each day!

they’re separated by day and mod!

[mods: @raleighcarrera & @pixeljazzy]

day one – avery wilshere 

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f!avery icons

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f!avery commission by nukritus

mod vic

f!avery and m!avery commission by smol-coffee-cup

f!avery commission by uranus-ouji

mod pj

avery x mc commission by baggy-bleach

m!avery commission by nukritus

avery fic

day two – raleigh carrera 

mod jade

raleigh fic

raleigh commission by punky-peach

raleigh commission by harringtonishot

f!raleigh icons

m!raleigh icons

twitter edit

sunset skatepark shitpost

raleigh playlist

mod vic

f!raleigh and m!raleigh commission by gabvrielart

raleigh x mc commission by vrronica-sawyer

raleigh x mc commission by kingkangs

raleigh x mc commission by pabbiecrafts

raleigh phone edit

raleigh fic

raleigh x cadence playlist

day three – shane parker 

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shane commission by reidyn-art

shane commission by stickinotes

shane icons

shane fic

mod vic

shane commission by jimin-gyu

shane commission by nukritus

shane commission by mushroomminded

shane fic

mod pj

shane x mc commission by alien-doodles

shane fic

day four – mc & side characters 

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fiona commission by nukritus

zadie commission by stickinotes

micah commission by stickinotes

platinum mc magazine spread

platinum mc album/single covers

platinum mc instagram edit

fiona icons

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mod vic

zadie commission by uyane

micah commission by olliemander

platinum mc vogue cover

platinum mc album cover

fiona + hank by jimin-gyu

platinum gang by ditzytheartist

vinyl awards challenge 

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platinum mc red carpet commission by alien-doodles

acceptance speech fic

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platinum mc red carpet edit

[queensdivas]

Wildest Notes Chapter 4

So there’s about three reasons why this chapter took a little long to come out! But they’re good reasons of course because I like to make sure things are somewhat perfect! 

First! Mostly because I’ve been busy with Grigor and trying to work on such a historical fic and y’all know I throw myself into my fics. 

Second. I got in touch with a certain bad ass artist by the name of @punky-peach​ who drew that beautiful picture below for Cora and Gard. Oh yes. It’s absolutely beautiful and I might have cried when I received it ten minutes ago. It’s so fantastic that I just can’t stop looking at it and I know y’all can’t either! Especially after this chapter.  

Third. I got distracted. And I got into bioshock for a while (I’m still binge playing it over and over. But fear not! I’m back and 

Okay here we go! 

Y’all ready!!

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter. 

Masterlist 

My fingers softly began rubbing my eyes as we finished the last set of the night. Sometimes I forget that playing the piano day after day would hurt my eyes. I hate that sometimes I forget that I’m near sighted. Should probably take a day off because I’ve been doing this nonstop since I moved here. Luckily I’m not clumsy with them and have never broken a pair in my life! Which is saying something about myself. 

Closing the lid to the piano as the club was beginning to clear out of everyone excluding the waitresses, bar tenders, and us musicians. I began gathering all my music sheets together as I watched everyone go into their own little social pods. Not that I don’t wanna become social with any other them. But a first impression of them flocking towards me in all directions to screw me wasn’t exactly a warm welcome. 

Once my music was all put together. I knocked off my heels to switch over to my Jesus slippers so I could walk home comfortable. Do you think I walk from my house to the city in heels? I don’t even like being in some sort of heels in the first place. My preference is my Jesus slippers or my bare feet. I mostly garden in my bare feet so it’s safe to say that I really hate shoes. 

Kobi the bassest and Chandler who played first chair trombone approached me as I placed my feet into my Jesus sandals. Kobi was rubbing the back of his neck as I waited for them to speak to me because obviously he was going to say something. 

“Chandler and I were wanting to apologize for what happened when you first arrived here. Kind of got us all excited for a new member and we acted like wild dogs. I’m sorry.” Wait what? An apology? Kobi smacked Chandler's chest as he shot up from the ground. 

“Yes Cora. We’re sorry..” 

“It’s quite alright. Thank you for the apology.” 

“Listen why not have a drink with us?” Chandler offered as I took a step off the stage with all my belongings. 

“I don’t drink.”

“Then water. C’mon you have to socialize with us eventually and running off back to your house isn’t an option.” Kobi mentioned that both of them walked over to the bar along with the workers and other musicians. I mean a sprite does sound delicious and I could use the energy walking home. 

I sat down on the bar stool as the tender was mixing all sorts of drinks for everyone. He stood in front of me and waited for me to give him some sort of answer. I get the feeling their eyes are shooting bullets at me for not drinking liquor. Look I know being a jazz musician you’re supposed to smoke and have a thing of Jack Daniels by your stand in order to fit the profile. But I’d rather have a really bubbly sprite and some grapes and we’re sitting. 

“Just a sprite please.” I told him as he filled a tiny little glass of sprite for me. 

“You work at a nightclub and you drink a sprite?” Chandler commented as I took a sip. 

“I told you two I don’t drink.” It’s like talking to a brick wall. Like I said I will not socialize with these people and just come to work. 

“Heys guys great news!” Theo jumped down from the stage and sashed himself over towards us. 

“We got ourselves a new lead female singer by the name of Kyia Mair. Just graduated from Oberlin Conservatory of Music in Ohio. She said she was looking for a full time gig and bam! We got one!” HE clapped as he sat down on one of the stools. 

“A round for everyone! Make it an Irish car bomb for everyone!” Theo pulled out his cash as everyone cheered as for free alcohol...for me I was slowly sipping sprite from my glass. I should’ve mentioned that I could’ve also sang..though it’s not excellent like Gaga or even Billie Holiday. But it’s decent. 

The bartender placed the shot in front of me as my sipping through the straw began to go faster as I was trying to avoid the car bomb or whatever it was called in front of me. No..no I don’t drink. Drinking leads to drugs...drugs lead..lead...

“A shot isn’t going to kill you Cora. You gotta live a little.” Theo moved the shot in front of me as I kept sucking up more and more sprite till the glass was empty. My throat closed as I looked away from the shot. Time for me to head home and read some sort of book. Digging into my purse then my wallet to find some sort of cash. 

“Tell ya what. Here’s twenty dollars on me for whatever you want and you guys never speak to me again that isn’t business related. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go home. Goodnight everyone.” Telling them as they slapped the money on the bar and began my walk home. 

Wrapping my arms around myself to place my binger down onto the ground to feel the warmth of the night rest on top of me. Taking in a deep breath as I dove into the inner layers of my confused train wreck of a mind. It felt like I was pushing the door shut of my past self trying to keep those memories shut. 

Think of something nice Cora c’mon! 

“I’m..I’m sorry. I.. I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? DO I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something? 

Why is it that this tightly wound mailman by the name of Gardner is prancing around in my mind? Is this what a crush feels like? Heck I’ve never had my first kiss in my life with anyone! I’ve lived quite the solitude life for obvious reasons..and no one has ever had that kind of talk with me. 

Stopping along the river as my upper body leaned over the railing. Surprisingly a warm gust of wind entwined itself around me as I just stared down into the dark water. The lights from the city began dancing upon the top of the river. 

Mama Seymour wasn’t into the relationships because she was always busy with myself and my brothers and sisters. Mr. Lister..er Dad..may he rest in peace. He was just there for me in the end and never got around to this conversation. So I’ve got no idea what on earth I’m doing. Normally my ass would be running from this situation and just diving into a different situation. But..

I..I wanna dive..

This whack uptight mailman…

“Gard? What are you going?”

“I’m sorry. I heard you playing and I wanted to stay till the end.” 

Someone tell me how the heck this is supposed to work? No mailman would just casually stay and let himself come inside the house. Not to mention he let me dry his socks after walking around in the rain. It’s not love...it’s just my heart rapidly beating out of my ribbed cages and spewing out all over the sidewalk!  My right hand rested over my heart as I stood up standing tall.

Just keep calm..if you see him tomorrow just be nice and not do anything.. 

Walking back to the house to see that Angus was sitting in front of the front door sleeping soundly as I stood in front of the gate. Opening the gate woke him up and trot his way over to me. Sniffing my feet, licking my palm, and then walking back towards the door. For some unknown reason Angus loves to sit outside or sleep when I’m gone for work. 

Sitting down on the porch steps as Angus sat up next to me then began licking my face, yet stopping when he had some of my makeup in his mouth. My nails softly scratched the top of his head as he laid back down next to me with his head resting on my thigh. Time to let my hair down, literally. Pulling apart the large black bow I had in my hair that was keeping at least some of it up to let my grande cluster mess known as my hair. 

“C’mon Angus. Time for bed.” Kissing his forehead as we both got off the ground to walk inside and get ready for bed.  

*Gards P.O.V.*

Wasn’t supposed to be 90 degrees today. Stupid weather! Looking up to place the mail in the box I noticed that I was right around the corner from Cora. I imagine she’s out in her garden planting or digging until it gets too hot. 

Turning the corner then down the hill as I kept my eyes on what I could see but sadly trees we’re covering my view. Just keep going..wait. What should I say to her? Hey? Is it hot outside or what? Too cheesy? I’ll just be quiet, drop off her mail then moving on. 

Is..is that Margaritaville? I don’t know much about music but I know Margaritaville whenever I hear it. I remember Dad and I would be on the boat washing it down and whenever this song would turn on, he would just go berserk. Cause ya know, it’s a Dad song.  

“Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt..Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..Now I think, hell, it could be my fault..” I could hear her singing as I got closer to the gate. 

When I made it to her white gate. My head looked up. I saw that she was sitting in the front yard sitting in a beach chair. Her feet were in a kids plastic pool as Angus came around the corner to then step into the kids pool and watch me. 

“GARD!” Cora cheered as she stood up to then stand in her pool. Opening the gate as I approached her as she kept herself in the pool. 

“Want a drink? It’s kool aid.” She held out her glass as I shook my head. 

“How’s the route on this stupidly hot day?” I shrugged as she offered me her seat. I sat down as she went around back to probably grab another chair. Placing my mail bag next to my chair as I watched Angus in the pool. He’s literally just laying down in the water with only his head laying on the rim.  Coming back as she had one of those really colorful beach chairs. Opening it up then sticking her feet back into the pool as Angus was laying down in it. 

“Gard relax for a little bit. It’s 90 degrees and there’s no way you’re not boiling alive.” Fair enough. 

“While you get comfy. I think I got some sunglasses for ya.” Getting up again to go into her house. I took off my shoes then socks to stick my feet into the ice cold pool. I let out a very large sigh as my entire body relaxed. I should get a kids pool for Calvin and I because this is so relaxing. 

She came back out with a glass of water and a pair of sunglasses. Smiling as I took them from her hands as she climbed back down into her seat then laying out in the sun. 

“Thank you.” Telling her as I placed the sunglasses on my face then taking a sip of the cold water. 

“No problemo Gard.” She smiled as she bent forward to splash some water on Angus who tried to eat the water she splashed him with. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on top of her. Coras skin was shining and her smile..it feels so genuine and contagious. Like if you’re not smiling you’re out of place. Not to mention she’s just so bubbly that..it’s a good feeling when I’m around her. 

Blinking a few times as Angus got up from the pool to then shake himself as all the water splashed over Cora and I! If a dog could smirk I think Angus would. We both watched as he opened the screen door to then walk inside. What a dog. 

“Sorry that my dog just gave you a shower.” She took off her glasses to whip off the water. 

“I’m assuming that you taught him how to do that?” Asking her as she nodded. She put her glasses back on her face to look at me. 

“Spoiled loveable child.” She shook her head as she went down to take a sip of her kool aid. I reached down for water to start drinking it. 

“Glad you’re finally relaxing. Though it would never happen to Gard. You 're more wounded than a screw itself.” I’ve always had my own way of doing things and enjoyed my very..tight.. Schedule..But here Cora comes to basically destroy that schedule..and I’m kind of okay with it...

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. I mean it’s great that you have such a tight schedule and you like to do things your way. But sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breath a little. Also have your feet chillin 'in a kiddie pool while you get a sun tan and take a break from the job.” I will say though we look a little silly sitting in her front yard. But I imagine her backyard is covered head to toe in veggies and flowers. 

“If you keep working and not taking a second, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya. Sorry..didn’t mean to sound so preachy there holy crap.” She laughed at herself as I couldn’t stop looking at her. Why does she care so much? I know that about 90% of the people I deliver mail to don’t even know me. Trudy is the only one I talk to..and then she comes into play...and..

I..I want her to see the boat. I mean. She’s shown me her entire home and she’s yet to see mine. Wouldn’t you think she’d like to see mine? I know she’s asked but..I didn’t know what she would do if I told her I lived in a boat. 

What do I say to her? Hey why don’t you come see my boat? Wanna see my boat? How do I make myself sound extremely creepy towards her? Her beautiful copper hair that was just all over the place shined beautifully. Cora’s smile kept making my heart skip a few beats as her fingers were messing with the book. I want her to come on my route so I can show her the boat. Don’t most women love boats? 

“Wanna see my home?” Blurting out as she turned towards me then rose up in her chair. 

“Sure. Let me get my keys.” She looked so adorable. A big Hawaiian shirt that had a tank top underneath, a cute pair of white shorts then her sandals. She walked inside her house as I finished chugging the water for the walk home. 

“How long have you been a mailman?” She asked as she was walking backwards in front of me with her hair flapping with each step. 

“Since I was eighteen. I was even a designated note passer for these two kids in school, kind of appropriate.” She looked so..pretty. Her hair shined, she walked with such a lovely step. As if she was almost skipping. How does someone be this happy all the time?

I found out that she’d been playing the piano since she was a kid. Umm she can make a mean lamb roast, and sells vegetables at farmers markets and even tries to get a stand at county and or State Fairs. I had no idea she was so resourceful. Is it weird that I kind of want her to make dinner for me so I can try this great lamb roast. 

“It has a crap ton of garlic but don’t worry it works extremely well together.” She was so passionate about her cooking and bubbly. Most women I know who are my age who can’t even cook spaghetti. 

“What side dish?” 

“Marinated white beans. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime and you’ll be leaving ten pounds heavier!” She laughed as we turned down my street. Oh boy. How is she going to react that I live in my boat instead of inside with Calvin. 

“Here we are.” Telling her as she began walking in the driveway. 

“Umm Cora.” I stopped right next to the ladder that led me inside my home. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes then back at me. I began walking towards the ladder to climb in. 

“The nameless grace.” She pointed out as I halted. 

“Huh.” Turning around as she had her arms crossed. 

“You do know boats are meant to have names right? There was this one boat that was always docked and it’s name was Floppy Wenis!” I mean I’ve heard of some weird one in my books when I’m trying to sleep. I think there was one called Buoyoncé and another called The Cod Mile. 

I climbed up into the sailboat as she followed right behind me. Glad I got the place cleaned up before going to bed last night. Not that it was dirty or had underwear all over the place. Crouching down into the sailboat to stand straight up as she poked her head in. 

“Cute. I love what you’ve done with the place.” Cora giggled as she held out her hand so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. Helping her inside as she kept a hold of my hand. They were a little cold but extremely soft to the touch. Wait..I’m still holding them! 

“I’m sorry!” Walking over to the radio as I turned it on for some soft acoustic song to start playing. 

“I sit there. You can sit anywhere else.” Telling her as I tossed my bag on the other side of the booth table. I placed the sunglasses she’d given me on the table right where I usually sit. 

“Gard this is so homey. Really love what you’ve done with the sailboat. Also the ferns that hang off the railings.” She commented as it made me smile. Cora looked around to then sit down across from me on the bench. 

“Thank you.” Molding my fingers together as I made my thumbs started going in small circles.

“So do you have a thing for not sleeping in houses? Ready for some sort of flash flood coming here and all of us vanishing overnight?” Very funny. 

“I’ve liked boats. SO why not live in one.” Shrugging as she raised her eyebrow right at me. Yeah figured she wouldn’t accept that excuse.  

“Why not live with Calvin then? I mean I love my sunflowers but you don’t see me sleeping in the middle of my garden.” Fair point. She put her legs up close to her chest waiting for some kind of response from me. 

“I came from school one day and my parents were gone. The house was empty. The only thing they left behind was this boat. So I moved it to Calvins driveway. His parents took me in.” I somehow get this feeling she can sort of relate. I’m not sad about it anymore and have moved on. But...sometimes I keep thinking they’ll come back for the boat even after all these years just to say hi. A pipe dream and realistically impossible. But wouldn’t it be nice. Her face that was once filled with bubbles just turned into concern and somewhat saddened. I didn’t mean to make her feel sad..just wanted to be honest. 

“Any luck trying to find them?” Her voice cracked a little as she stared directly at me. 

“What would I say?” 

“Something I would Gard. Why? Why have me if you wanted to run?” Shaking her head at her own comment as she looked at the wall then back at me. 

“If we’re being open with one another. I sadly don’t remember my mother at all. Either she died of childbirth or just left right after I was born. Father was a..an extreme druggie who ended up..ah doesn’t matter. Oh what do we have here.” She grabbed one of my binders of my stamp collections to start going through them. I noticed on her ankle looked like some kind of old scar around the ankle. Probably none of my business. 

“I love this one so far. Ya know I wasn’t going to make the assumption that you collected stamps due to the fact you were a mailman. But I gotta ask. Why stamps?” Nothing is more cliche than a mailman collection stamp. Cora’s eyes looked so passionate while she skimmed through all my stamps.

“It’s just this endless potential that sits within these little tiny squares. Kind of wonder where they could’ve gone sometimes when I look at them. Always wondered what people would’ve said in these letters, though no one writes letters anymore. But if they did, they need one of those.” I’ve...I’ve never had the chance to fully tell someone about my stamps before. I mean besides Calvin and my friends down at the office when we have our meetings. But she seems so interested in them and letting me vent about them. 

“I’m going to assume you’ve got a favorite?” My eyes drifted over to The Duke as I motioned her to come over and look. She got off the bench to squat a few inches next to me. So close I could see deep into those sparkling dark blue pools. 

“So why is the shirtless man so special?” 

“That my dear friend is The Duke, King of the Longboard. You have your Elvis china and I have my stamps, sort of the Elvis of my collection.”

“Why? What’s so special about Mr. Duke?” 

“It’s a misprint.” 

“Wait what?” She giggled to take another look at the stamp. 

“It’s a misprint. It’s the only one in the world. His longboard is upside. See?” She nodded as our heads were almost butting into each other. 

“Well..son of a biscuit. What a misprint.” My throat unexpectedly dried up quicker than I expected as we just kept smiling at each other. 

Slowly moving towards each other as our lips finally made contact. Her beautiful lips sent shivers up and down my body. I’m too afraid to touch her or even do anything..last girl I kissed was a bet in High School..I could feel my face turning dark red as I cupped her face in my hands. 

Cora abruptly backed away from against the wall with her finger types on her lips. Gulping as her eyes were widened. She was going to say something but kept falling short of words. 

“I’m..I’m sorry..I..” Spinning around to dash out of the boat and almost tripping trying to get out. 

“Wait Cora!” I was about to sprint out towards her but she must’ve knocked over the sunglasses because they made a loud cracking sound in my feet. 

No...no..I didn’t ruin it did I!? Looking at the time as I realized that it was already after four...I’ll keep my bag for the night then when I do my route tomorrow I’ll just deliver whatever else I didn’t get the chance to deliver. 

Should probably go inside and try to act normal. Although I imagine Calvin will be having a field day because today is his day off. Climbing out of the boat then down the ladder as I tried to keep myself panicking in front of Calvin. He’s going to go on and on about approaching her and how to get her into bed. Not exactly what I’m going for. 

I made it through the front door then into the kitchen where Calvin already had dinner ready. And now I just realized that I’m extremely late for dinner. This should be absolutely fun to deal with. 

“Sorry I’m late Cal.” Sitting down at the dining room table but he didn’t turn around to say anything to me. But only letting out a big sigh. 

“Cal!” He smacked the eggplant on the plate as he was about to say something. 

“My eggplant parmesan is congealing.” I’m not quite sure if I’m even in the mood for eggplant. Vietnamese or Greek just sounds better than eggplant. 

“I had to work late.” 

“Am I living in a house of lies! You come through that door everyday at 5:29 pm on the dot for the past six years, and who was that guy with the 80s hair band running from your boat?” She’s not in a hair band? I mean obviously I knew he would catch me but she’s not even a man, Cora just has beautiful humongous hair. Which I imagine is super soft. 

“It was a woman.” Never thought I would have to say that. 

“My man! She smokes your hogan?” 

“I don’t think so and what does that even mean?” What does smoking your hogan your mean? Like..a..I don’t even wanna think about it. 

“Where did you meet her?” 

“Work.” 

“Is she a mailman?” She’s far too beautiful to be a carrier. 

“Carrier and no she’s a customer. Her name is Cora.” 

“Whoa whoa whoa. Is she an old lady?” 

“No.” 

“Lady of the night?” 

“No!” 

“Housewife?” 

“Single and no. She lives by herself.” 

“Single, her own home and on the route nice! So okay theres lots of ingredients here for a very erotic role-play situation.”

“You gonna see her again?” 

“Probably tomorrow.” 

“You nervous?” Shaking my head as Cal saw right through it.  

“You must not like her if you’re not nervous.” 

“I’m a little nervous.” More like shaking in my own shoes from the fact that I don’t wanna mess this up. 

“All right okay lets get a good solid plan together. This is you and this is her.” He was messing with the table mats. 

“No no I don’t wanna plan this.” Last time Cal had one of his plans he ended up spilling the nacho cheese all over the girls jeans. Yeah never letting him plan anything dealing with my love life. 

“Well you’re gonna need a plan or you’re just gonna get passed over like celery at the salad bar.” 

“I just wanna let it happen.” 

“Alright if that’s your play.” He began reading through his magazine of Martha Stewart recipes and home diy. 

I really don’t wanna mess this up..she’s absolutely fantastic..just the thought of her..oh boy what have I gotten myself into now. 

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The Not Your Typical Song Challenge Challenge

Ok, I've been holding on to this challenge idea for a while now and since we now have just one month left of the final hiatus, why not?

I absolutely shamelessly love the silly little theme song we got in Changing Channels (I sing along every time I watch it) and in the spirit of that scene, I give you this challenge.

I've gathered together a list of family T.V. shows from the 70s-90s, shows that likely would have either been running or playing reruns while the Winchesters were growing up on the road, shows they may have even bonded together over or fought over, sitting on some musty motel room bed at night while John was off on a hunt. Many of them may seem very fitting for them.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take one of the T.V. shows and either incorporate the theme song or the theme of the show into your story. Every show I picked has lyrics in their theme. You can have it playing in the background, have it quoted by one of the characters, whatever works.

Rules and prompts below the cut:

Rules:

Since this is a SPN inspired challenge, that is the only fandom I am allowing for this challenge.

To join, send me an ask telling me which prompt you would like and which characters/pairing you plan on using. I will not put a limit on how many prompts you may claim or how many times a single prompt may be claimed, but please, only one prompt per story.

The story may be any genre (angst, fluff, smut etc).

The limitations on smut are: No Wincest, Angelcest(if the characters are canon family), underage (i.e. Jack), Samifer (I just can't read it, and I want to be able to read what you create), and if you can avoid it, ABO as i find it hard to get into.

There are no word count limits or minimums but if it is over 500 words, use a keep reading tab.

The challenge will run until October 31st, giving you well over a month to work on it. (You can still post after that, it just won't end up on the masterlist)

These can be used along with any other challenge or bingo as long as the other allows it.

Make sure to tag me when you post!

Have fun with this, I look forward to seeing all the creative ways these prompts are implemented!

Prompts:

Happy Days

Three's Company

Welcome Back, Kotter

The Dukes of Hazzard

The Greatest American Hero

Bosom Buddies

The Facts of Life

Different Strokes

Webster

Silver Spoons

Gimme A Break

The Wonder Years

Who's the Boss

Charles in Charge

Family Ties

My Two Dads

Perfect Strangers

Growing Pains

A Different World

Punky Brewster

Full House

Step by Step

Family Matters

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Blossom

Friends

Tagging some ppl who might be interested: @warlockwriter @falcatrecon @mir567 @shaylybaby2032 @thewhiterabbit42 @archangelgabriellives @masterpieceofturkeycleverness @idreamofplaid @ihaveallthesefeelsokay

[imagines-oneshots-galore]

Dance Magic Dance

A/N: Hello again! This was requested by the lovely @punky-pinkhaired-hufflepuff Like with the last story, this went a little differently than what was asked for exactly. Buuuuuut, I hope y’all still like it!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Part 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (Specifically, post Stranger Things 3)

Word Count: 1,084

Summary/ Request:  Hello there if it's not to much trouble could you do a billy Hargrove imagine where him and the reader I presume? Lol are going to a Halloween party and the reader convinced him to dress up with them as Sarah and Jareth from the labyrinth (if you don't know what that is it's quite alright in that case you could pick a cute couples costume I'm just a huge David Bowie fan and he is Jareth from the labyrinth) thank you for whatever you come up with ^^

Warnings: Bad attempt at fluff (not my forte but I tried XD), 

Ao3

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This year, you were determined to make Halloween fun. 

After the last few years you, and your boyfriend Billy, had endured, you decided you both deserved to enjoy the holiday. Tina, (who held the original party where you and Billy met, was having a Halloween reunion of sorts. At first it took you a hell of a time to convince Billy to go with you. After all, the party was all the way back in Hawkins, a place neither of you ever wanted to go back to. There were far too many horrible memories. The both of you agreed that the only redeemable moments spent in Indiana were the ones that only involved the two of you, and sometimes the party. 

After the Mind Flayer was defeated, the paramedics were able to save Billy,  he spent a grueling two months in the hospital recovering, but even three years later, he still had issues with his sides. But his time recovering wasn’t completely wasted, he reevaluated his entire life, and he made amends with all he had tormented in Hawkins. Steve Harrington ended up becoming one of his best friends. They had a weekly phone call every Sunday, to discuss the latest basketball games or whatever was happening in their lives. 

However, it was also Max’s 16th birthday, and since Billy had become infinitely closer with his sister, he agreed. 

Now all you had to do was convince him to wear his costume. 

“Billy, C’mon! Jareth is such a badass character!” You exclaimed, walking into the dining room where Billy sat, thumbing through a car magazine. For the Halloween party, you were really wanting to go as the main characters in the movie “Labyrinth”, which came out the year before. You were both major Bowie fans, and the movie had quickly become one of your all time favorites. 

And who could resist David Bowie in those tight pants. 

“Yeah he’s cool, but his outfits are ridiculous. I don’t want the entirety of old Hawkins high to see my junk,” Billy hadn’t even looked up from his magazine. 

“Half of them already have, what’s the big deal?” You asked, a smirk planted on your lips. You constantly teased Billy about his man-whorish ways in high school, it was a never ending topic of entertainment for you. Your jokes usually only ended in him rolling his eyes, or on the off chance, some sappy comment about how you were the only person he wanted to sleep with. But this time, you could tell you were in trouble. 

Billy slowly got up from his seat, his dark eyes trained on you, and a shiver ran up your spine. You tried backing away from him, but your back hit a door before you could get too far. 

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Billy was in predator mode and you were his prey, and there was little to no chance of escape in your small apartment, but you weren’t one to admit defeat. 

You leapt away from the wall, narrowly escaping his hands as they grabbed for your waist. You were almost to your bedroom when you slipped on one of Billy’s socks,  your hands flying out to catch yourself. However, before you even hit the ground, Billy had caught you, and had thrown you over his shoulder. 

“I bet you think you’re so funny,” He said as he poked your sides, laughing at your grunts and giggles.

“Billy!” You shouted as you attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but he held onto your thighs tighter, before gently throwing you on your couch. He straddled your hips and held both of your hands in one of his, over your head, using his free hand to continue his assault. 

“Say you’re sorry Doll,” You were laughing hard now, your stomach clenching as his fingers dug into your hips and chest. 

“Fine! I’m sorry!” You yelled, and his fingers stilled. 

“Thank you, that’s more…”

“I’M SORRY YOU WERE SUCH A MANWHORE IN HIGH SCHOOL” Billy sat stunned above you, mouth open wide as you nearly laughed yourself to death. 

“Oh you’re in for it this time!” He said as he attacked you once again with both hands, this time bringing his mouth down to your chest as well, his moustache hairs adding to the tickling sensation. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I give Billy!” You were giggling like a maniac, and so you did whatever you could to stop the torment, you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours, swallowing his laugh. His tickles immediately stopped as his mouth moved against your own, instead he hitched one of your thighs to rest on his hip and tugged you closer to his body. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, tugging on the short curls he had adopted. 

Billy groaned into your mouth, pulling away slightly as you he panted above you. “That was a dirty play Y/N),” He said, as you giggled once again. You pecked his lips one more time before pushing him over so you were straddling him instead. 

“I’ve got an idea,” 

~~~

“Is… Is that Billy Hargrove? Who is he with?” You heard whispers from every direction in the room. “Who is that guy? Is Billy wearing a wig?” 

You finally had convinced Billy to be Jareth and Sarah from “Labyrinth”, just not in the way that you had originally intended. 

Billy was indeed wearing a wig, a long brown one with a braid keeping one side out of his face. He wore a puffy white shirt, a gold accented vest, and light blue jeans. His costume was simple really. 

Yours, however, was the piece de resistance. 

You had a spiky platinum blonde wig, a similar puffy white shirt, a tight black high sat vest, and the best part, high waisted, skin tight, snake skin pants. You also had a long black cane and wicked pointed eye makeup. Then you had used one of Billy’s old cups and pack of socks to create the iconic Jareth bulge. 

You truly were rocking the Goblin King look. 

“See? Told you this was an awesome costume.” You said as you looked at Billy, and he just rolled his eyes. 

“As long as we don’t create Toby tonight, I’ll be happy,” 

“Ew that’s your brother,” 

“Oh my god Y/N, you know what I meant” 

[symphonyofmars]

House of the Dead 10

Even children know to chew their food.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, NOTE

MASTERLIST

Word count: 2,415

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Malachi, OC (Woman), Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, Toni, Penny

Pairings: Cannon show pairings (as of the end of season 2), Malachi/OC

Warnings: None for this chapter. Future violence, future smut. Don’t worry though, we’ll get there.

September and well into October was occupied with Malachi and Persephone getting used to the idea of having a crowd of people who all wanted their opinions. The concept was still strange to both of them, to go from being in charge of just their own lives to suddenly – also – having to make decisions for the lives of others. Persephone thought this was at the group’s own risk because, as she said to Malachi and Sophie in hushed tones on the lunch line one day hoping no one from their table was around since she still couldn’t remember most of their names, “What the hell do a couple of teenagers know about being teenagers that we could even give an—an—” Malachi placed his hand on her lower back as she tried to grasp at her own thoughts, “an iota of an idea of what to do in life? They think they don’t know, but why the hell would we know? They think they’re new here and need help? I’m new here and need help. I barely know what I’m doing.”

“That’s a lie,” Malachi fired back. “You know you’re going to take the S.A.T., you know you’re going to college—”

“I haven’t even picked one yet.”

“So? Despite that you still know where your grades need to be in order to go--”

“It’s like a vague idea.”

Sophie looked back and forth as they lobbed the conversation at each other like a tennis match.

“It’s still more of an idea than anyone else at that table has. Face it, kid, you’re the adult around here.”

Persephone sighed, visibly deflating, as she looked to the table. More than one of the students seated there, all of them half looked like a Hot Topic exploded on them; bright colors and punky studs and leather or faux leather, waved at her. She smiled and waved back, wondering how much of it was gotten with a five-finger-discount and how much of it was bought by understanding parents. She paid for her lunch and stood awkwardly as she waited for Malachi and Sophie to do the same.

“And what about you, Mal? Are you an adult?”

He chuckled. “Liam, the guy with the leather jacket,” he gestured as best he could while he held his lunch tray, “he’s in Auto with me. He’s already asked me for relationship advice. Twice.”

“Dude, Persephone whispered as they got closer to the table, “I got asked for relationship advice by three of the girls already.”

Malachi crossed his eyes, making Persephone laugh. “I don’t know, baby. I think we might both be adults.”

“You guys really don’t get it, do you?” Sophie asked as she cruised past them chuckling.

“Get what?” They answered in tandem.

She stopped in front of them, stopping them as well, the last moment they would have for a private conversation until after lunch was over. “You’re everyone’s favorite couple, the relationship dream. You’re ‘Bae Goals.’”

“Bagels?” Malachi asked.

“No,” Sophie laughed, “You guy’s are what everyone wants, the relationship everyone wants to have.”

“I think you’re putting way too much into this,” Persephone protested.

She shook her head. “A smart girl with a sick fashion sense dating a guy who looks like a ‘bad boy’ but who is actually super sweet? You two are what everybody wants.” And with that, she walked over to the table, saying ‘Hi’ to someone as she sat down.

Malachi and Persephone were… flummoxed. Not a word Malachi would have used, mostly because he didn’t know it, but Persephone would have. Though, maybe not out loud, she found herself suddenly wondering how such a word would color people’s opinion of her ‘sick fashion sense’. For his part, Malachi was wondering if he was really as sweet as he was told he was. Both of them wondered if they were really some kind of dream for a very brief moment, before brushing the thought aside and grounding themselves in reality.

The sudden gravity of the situation, novel and confusing as it was, hit them at precisely the same moment. Truly, having a group of people who deferred to them was foreign and just plain weird, but maybe Persephone’s need to help people she didn’t know, and Malachi’s inherent sweetness was something that the people around them needed. Whether this was true or not was something that neither of them could answer, but the earnestness in the faces of the people waving them over to the table was enough to make both of them think that maybe it was.

Malachi gestured towards the table, “After you, I guess.”

Persephone looked at him severely before making her way to the table and sitting next to Sophie, who greeted her as if the conversation didn’t happen.

“So,” she said, “are you guys going to Bleeker’s this Friday?”

“Of course,” Persephone answered as she busied herself with freeing her spork and napkin combo from its plastic encasement.

“That’s a silly question,” Malachi echoed as he corralled his long legs under the table, across from his girlfriend. “I think we only missed one or two shows since we started going.”

“Two.” Persephone answered.

“Both because you had to study,” he said and inclined his head towards her.

“You could have gone without me,” she smiled back.

“What? And be bored?”

Both heard the quiet wistful sighs of two of the girls sitting near them. Malachi couldn’t help but smile at Persephone knowingly as she rolled her eyes.

“Jesus” she said under her breath so only he could hear.

“Why?” Malachi turned to Sophie and asked. “You want us to help you start a mosh pit?”

Sophie laughed and shook her head, “No, I’ve just never seen you guys there. It’d be the first time.”

Persephone smiled as she ate her lunch. “That’s true, I’m not sure how we never ran into each other.”

“Well,” Sophie said as she tilted her head in thought and then said matter-of-factly, “not all of us are free every Friday. Some of us have to work on the weekends.”

“That sucks,” Persephone said as Sophie nodded in affirmation. “Where do you work?”

“Just a little store. Like a hole in the wall kind of place.”

“…What do they sell?”

“Umm…” Sophie smiled a quiet smile as she thought, the length of time that she needed to think about what she sold at her job making Persephone look to Malachi who shrugged. She shrugged, “Personal items.”

Malachi nodded as he chewed his food before answering, “Cagey.”

Sophie nodded with a laugh. “You know what, it’d just be easier if you guys visited me one day.”

“You want us to visit but you won’t even tell us what you sell? I totally want to go there,” Persephone ended sarcastically.

“I know, I know,” Sophie laughed. “It’s not anything illegal. It’s not drugs, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Well, now I’m thinking that,” Malachi quipped.

Sophie laughed again. “You know what, I’ve already dug my grave so I’m just going to stop there.” She concerned herself with the food on her tray and tried – pointedly – to pretend they weren’t there.

Persephone chuckled as she ate her own food, while Malachi laughed and shook his head.

“I don’t think we can sit at this table anymore,” he said to Persephone, capturing her attention, “it’s filled with delinquents.”

Sophie laughed, nearly choking on her food.

“But to answer your question, person-who-is-no-longer-paying-attention-to-us: Yes. We’re going to be at Bleeker’s on Friday.”

Sophie swallowed her food hard, dispelling the last of her body’s reaction to the almost inhalation of hamburger meat into her windpipe. “Good, because I will also be there.”

“And if it just so happens that we run into each other, so much the better.” Persephone said with a shrug.

Sophie nodded emphatically.

A thought intruded into Malachi’s mind which made him perk up like someone was calling his name and then look down the length of the table.

“You okay?” Persephone asked with a wry smile while Sophie looked down the table out of curiosity.

“I just realized we haven’t seen Alex in the past couple of weeks.”

Persephone’s smile dropped. “Oh my god, do you think he’s dead? He’d have to be dead not to be everywhere we turn.”

Sophie nodded, “I think I agree. And you know what, come to think of it, I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Can you text him?” Malachi asked, not having a phone himself.

“Of course,” Persephone responded as she wiped her hands off on her napkin, pulled her phone out of her bag, and turned it on.

“You keep your phone off all day?” Sophie asked through a mouthful of food.

“I—yeah. It’s hard to concentrate when I know it’s on and possibly a distraction during class.”

“You must be every parent’s wet dream.”

Persephone rolled her eyes.

“No, seriously. You’re always studying, you even keep your phone off during class, If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a narc.”

“What am I going to narc on?” Came Persephone’s unimpressed answer as she located Alex’s phone number and texted him.

“True. We haven’t actually done anything.” Sophie sighed. “If it weren’t for the clothes I’d totally think you were a Drew Barrymore Never Been Kissed deal though. I bet your dad hates that you go out like that,” she added with a victorious dip of her fry into some ketchup and tossed it into her mouth.

“Uh…” Persephone looked to Malachi and then back to Sophie, “my dad’s sorta… dead.”

Sophie would have gasped had she not had food in her mouth, instead she chocked on her fry.

Persephone patted her on the back, her face the picture of motherly concern for a child who hasn’t yet learned to chew their food. “Are you alright?”

Other members of the informal lunch club turned to see what was happening, several of them standing and gathering around her.

“Yes!—I’m—fine--!” Sophie unsuccessfully tried to answer as she continued to cough.

Malachi grabbed the water bottle off her tray and opened it, handing it to her.

“Than—” she responded as she took it, cut off by her continued coughing.

“Drink it,” he ordered.

Sophie suppressed her coughing as best she could for a moment and gulped a mouthful of water. She coughed again, finally dislodging the particle of fry and spat it onto her tray. “Ugh, gross.”

“Are you alright?” Persephone asked again.

“Yeah, thanks.”

The gathered students went back to their seats. Some patted Sophie reassuringly on the back, while one or two patted Persephone for helping her. Persephone gave a half-hearted smile and gently waved them away.

“Your eyes are totally red,” Malachi observed.

“Did I break a blood vessel?” She asked and opened her eyes wide so he could check.

“Looks fine.”

“Good. I read somewhere that the capillaries in your eyes pop really easily.” She gulped another mouthful of water hard and then turned to Persephone, “So, anyway, I’m so sorry Seph, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

Persephone shrugged and shook her head. “It’s not like I advertise it, it’s not anything you could have known.”

“Still, I should stop being such a loudmouth shit.”

“You are kind of a loudmouth,” Malachi agreed wryly.

Sophie smiled. “Oh, I know I am. But at least I can admit it.”

Persephone smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m still sorry though.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Sophie feeling too shitty about what she had possibly brought up to say anything, Persephone trying to figure out a way to let Sophie know that she didn’t have to worry about it and coming up with nothing, and Malachi wondering what he should do to rectify the situation and having no ideas. They all seemed to take turns poking at their food, trying to eat in a way that seemed ‘natural’ or looking around the room while still looking at the other two of their group out of the corner of their eye before Sophie finally made an attempt at breaking the silence.

“So, uhh… do either of you have a job?”

Persephone and Malachi both shook their heads no.

“Ah,” she responded, attempt at rolling back the clock failed.

Persephone watched her out the corner of her eye for a moment.

“I’m not sure how my mom would feel about me having a job.”

“Oh?” Sophie said as the looked back at her, glad to hear that she couldn’t make the mistake she had just made a second time.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked to Malachi as well, inviting him to join the conversation. “She’s kind of a workaholic, but I’m not sure if she’d see it as a good thing or as me being neglectful of my studies.”

“Ah.”

“I think my grandma might feel the same way.”

“You live with your grandma?”

“Yeah. She’s not very hard on me when it comes to grades, but I think if it seemed like I might choose work over school, she’d kill me.” He answered with a laugh.

Persephone smiled. A realization came to her, burrowing under her skin with the undulating motion of a centipede, hundreds of legs moving in waves as it crawled through her. But it was a realization that she didn’t want to bring up in front of other people. It could wait until later.

Her phone buzzed against the table, jarring the thought from her mind.

“Is that Alex?” Malachi asked.

“Yeah,” Persephone answered as she read his name on the small notification screen on the outside of the phone before flipping it open.

Malachi and Sophie waited as she read the text, furrowing her brow in response.

“I asked him if he was at school today and he said ‘No, but I’ll see you at Bleeker’s on Friday.’”

Malachi’s face took on the same expression and, in confusion, he opened his hands as if begging for a real explanation, flexing his fingers once.

Persephone looked at him and mimicked the gesture with her free hand.

“…What does that mean?”

“I guess he’s not coming in for the rest of the week?” Sophie offered.

“That seems really unlike him,” Persephone added. “He’s not the best student, but he’s always where he’s supposed to be.”

Malachi nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess we’ll just have to grill him a bit about it on Friday,” Sophie said with a sigh.

“I guess so,” Persephone answered as she turned her phone back off.

[georgiapeach30513]

Can I please request either soft or needy (both?) Lloyd Hanson with prompt 58 "noone has ever touched me like that before "? Pretty please and thank you beautiful.

Yes!! Soft needy Lloyd is one of my weaknesses!! Lloyd just loves when you baby him, and help calm him back down.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

No One, But Me

Summary:  Lloyd needs you

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Sunshine

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Your fingers run up Lloyd’s glistening arm, rounding over his shoulders, before gliding down the other arm. His eyes glossy, look up at you. Butterfly bandages on his beautiful face, and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for this sweet one.

Continuing your motion, your fingers smooth down his broad chest, and Lloyd’s eyes flutter close, releasing the sweetest little whimper. “Punky, what is it that you need?”

His lip trembles as he looks up at you, just you touching him softly was enough to have him weak. Your hands massage into his shoulders, and you sink to your knees to get eye level with him, “Punky, what do you need? I need to know boo bear.”

“I want you to touch me,” you give him a little smile, and a kiss to his lips.

“Like that?” he shakes his head no, and you give him a trail of kisses down his neck and onto his broad shoulders. “You tell mommy when I get close, okay?”

“Okay,” he whines as you sink lower. Your tongue traces circles over his hardened nipple, giving the bud a hard squeeze, as you continue your descent lower.

Following the trail the dark patch of his hair, “Warmer,” he pants. Licking your lips when you see that pretty little vein. Unable to do anything but paint him with your tongue, following the trail to one of the best parts of Lloyd.

Not undoing his pants, you start kissing him over his jeans. His hips push forward, and you roll your eyes to look up at him, “So hot.”

“Punky, what do you want me to do?”

“Will you use your mouth, please? On my cock?”

“Of course, whatever you want me to do, Boo Bear,” your mouth teases him over his jeans. Wrapping your finger around his belt loop, pulling his slacks down a bit. Open mouth kisses on his barely exposed skin, has him thrusting up to meet your greedy mouth, “Uh uh. Let me have my fun.”

He tilts his head back, and lets you make out with his upper stomach, but when your fingers undo his buttons, he jerks to look back at you. The blue in his eyes nearly gone with how large his pupils are. Blown wide with a deep dark lust, and he bites at his lip to keep him from whining.

Pulling down his pants with a bit more force, you stare as his beautiful cock pops up into your face.  Dying to devour him with the utmost hunger. He needed you. It was a rough night for him. And you have no problem showing him just how needy you were for him either.

Your tongue traces around his spongy tip. Taking extra time on his slit. Kitten licking up his precum, before you sink down a bit. Not enough to matter. And when you pull off with a pop, he gasps, “No touching just yet,” you warn him before his fingers can pull your head back down to his aching length.

Licking down his length, you start to kiss over his silky skin. God, he felt amazing. This sniffling pretty thing was all yours, and you were going to remind him how special he was. Your hand fondles his balls, as you kiss back up his dick. Slapping the member on your cheeks, you give him a sweet little grin before sinking down.

Sliding down that delectable cock until his tip hits the back of your throat. A gurgled sound emits from your mouth, as saliva pools on his pelvis. Your lungs on fire from lack of oxygen, but you don’t care. He needs this.

When you can take no more, you pull back.  The air rushing to your hair having the tiniest bit of pain.  And he smiles at the added wetness on his body. Wrapping your lips around your teeth, you start a sinful bob on him. Sinking and rising on his pretty pink length, and his sweet sounds make you go harder. Each time sinking lower and lower, until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You had never looked prettier, taking his cock like that. Cheeks hollowed, and tears running down your eyes.  You pull off of him again panting, “Fuck my mouth, Punky.”

“Ray of Sunshine?”

“Fuck it as hard as you want.”

His hands slide over your temples and settle on the back of your head, pushing you down to take all of him again, and when you struggle to swallow all of him, your neck bulges out.  With a deep breath he starts stabbing up into you. His ass bouncing off his chair, with hard movements into you.

Lloyd’s eyebrows knit together, and the pleasure you give him, takes him to another realm. Pure, heated, and desperate pleasure courses through his veins, and when you massage his balls in your hand, you feel him twitch inside of you.

His hands pummel you down over him. With the perfect rhythm. Just enough to leave you desperate; leaking out onto the base of his dick. His thrusts turn a bit sloppy, and you know you’ll have to continue this later. You need more. So much more than this.

With a final hard push into your greedy mouth, his hot cream shoots to the back of your throat. Tangy and salty, and you swallow every scrumptious bit. Not even wasting the spillage on his cock. Your skilled tongue laves up all of his essence, and still, you want more.

“Wow,” he pants out. Those puppy eyes smiling at you, “No one has ever touched me like that before.”

“Because they’ve neglected my sweet Punky. No one, but me, will ever touch you like that again. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Masterlist

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[itsjohnegman]

Muse Promo Masterlist!

A promo list for all my most active muses, in one spot! 

Hold on to what you got/Let go of what you’re not Call if you need me

☆  http://itsjohnegman.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Soft bodied soft hearted non-sburb (or IS it??) John Egbert Warnings: Body image, depression, trauma and handling, nsfw content, amnesia dissonance  Activity: VERY active--main blog!

There’s a hole in my story/There’s a hole in my heart/And this storyteller is coming apart

☆  http://itsjavestridbert.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Brainghost brother to itsjohnegman, Jave the half-John half-Dave...? Warnings: Identity crisis, regression for coping, emotional abuse, nsfw content, questions of maturity, consent and agency in a paradoxical being Activity: Fairly active, but less on blog 

And it’s been so long since I’ve seen your face/Doubting my own mind/I had been replaced

☆  http://clockworkchevalier.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Partially amnesiac and wildly changed French David Strider doing Sburb, Round 2 Warnings: Identity crisis, amnesia dissonance, household abuse, trauma, racial identity, repressed memory recall    Activity: Not yet very active, but present

When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too/And a new day will begin

☆  http://kittendore.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Last survivor of the human race and leader of the final survivors Roxy  Warnings: Despair, delusions, racial relations, war, child murder, PTSD, trauma  Activity: Fairly active    

Not a single person takes notice/So with a life running out of gas and this singing voice I’m always howling

☆  http://normdeboom.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Guardianstuck young punky scrapper ‘Norm’ Egbert Warnings: Gang activity, poverty, desperation, tbd Activity: Not very active yet

With my grin spread/ And my arms out/ In my bloodstained Sunday's best/ And you'd hold me/ I'd remind you/ Who you are/ Under their shell

☆  https://bellwethermurderess.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Wanderstuck retired murderess Damara Megido Warnings: Infidelity, NSFW content, sex workers and social perception of promiscuity, anger/violence issues, trauma, severe bullying, serial murder Activity: Pretty darn active

The road may twist, but I will never swerve/I’ll give them all the unsung antihero they deserve Let them bury the side of the story they’ll never learn

☆  https://6l99dypirate.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Alternian Piratestuck privateer Kankri Vantas Warnings: Trauma, ptsd, paranoia, father issues, grieving Activity: Brand spanking new

Cause if you’re not really there/Then I don’t wanna be either/I wanna be next to you/ Black and Gold, black and gold, black and gold

☆  http://almostheinous.tumblr.com/  ☆

Who: Recovering! Heinoustuck Dave Warnings: Cult and religion, body horror, gore and blood, grieving, ptsd, trauma, paranoia  Activity: Fairly active