#also made his beard fuller

[anna-hawk]

Distraction

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank can be incredibly distracting without realizing it.

Warnings/Tags: pretty much silly PWP, vaginal sex, bearded Frank

WC 2,2k // Explicit 🔞

This was meant to be part of the Beardthal Bash, but I didn't have the time to finish it until now. It's inspired, once again, by the look Jon has in the GIF by @darlingshane just below. He makes me absolutely weak looking like this, and this little fic shows it 😅. Check out the full gifset for more drool worthy Jon.

Catching yourself staring again, you pressed your lips into a thin line in annoyance at yourself and dropped your eyes to the documents you were supposed to be going over on the coffee table. 

“He’s only fixing a freaking shelf, get a grip,” you mumbled under your breath, while you tried picking up where you’d left off and adjusted your position on the couch. 

You jotted down a few notes before you stopped to think, and your gaze automatically moved upwards to land on Frank. Again. Rubbing a palm over your forehead, you pursed your lips at your boyfriend, who was completely unaware of your predicament since he had his back to you. He had the day off and after running some errands earlier that morning, he’d decided to take up repairing that one bookshelf that always looked crooked for whatever reason. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, you were unable to not stare at him. The issue actually lay in how he looked. He’d let his hair grow out again, the soft strands falling to the sides or into his face, and he was sporting a nicely groomed beard instead of his usual thicker one. You loved the fuller beard, but the trimmed version definitely did something for his jawline. If that wasn’t enough, he’d gone for a pair of jeans that hugged his long legs and ass, while a red tee shirt spread over his back and chest. He looked completely at ease, since those clothes were comfortable and simple. There wasn’t anything fancy or specific about them, but the look as a whole was turning you on wildly and driving you to complete distraction. Something you really didn’t have the time for. You wanted to be done with that boring paperwork and move on. You had considered going into the bedroom, but you didn’t have enough space and the printer was in the living room and…

As Frank raked his fingers through his hair to push it out of his face, which caused the shirt to ride up and reveal a large part of his lower back, you threw your hands in the air with an explosive sigh. 

“Frank?”

“Hm?” he replied distractedly, as he checked the level of the shelf. 

“Would you mind finishing with the shelf a little bit later?”

Frank turned around and gave you a surprised look. 

“Uh, sure? Am I makin’ too much noise?”

“What? No, no, you’re not. You’re just really distracting,” you said, before you could stop yourself. 

“Distractin’?” He cocked an eyebrow and put the screwdriver on the shelf. 

Your mouth worked silently and you ended only nodding. There was no way you were admitting to why he was so distracting. 

Frank approached you with a partly curious and partly amused smile, his lips pulling up to one side. 

“But I ain’t bein’ noisy,” he asked for confirmation. 

“You’re not,” you replied with a faint nod as you glanced at the documents before you and not the gorgeous man coming closer. 

How did your request of him to stop the repairs backfire on you like this? Now you didn’t only have him right in front of you, but you also had his full attention. Chancing a brief look up at him, you saw him watching you attentively, obviously waiting for you to elaborate. 

“Your… shirt’s distracting me,” you blurted out stupidly. 

“My shirt,” he deadpanned. 

“Yeah, just…” You made a shooing motion as you got up to head for the printer sitting on a small desk behind the couch, trying for nonchalant, but not succeeding in the least. 

Frank snorted from behind you at your behavior, and you soon felt his presence at your back. Of course the man wouldn’t listen to you. 

“So it’s just the shirt? What if I take it off?” 

“No!” You whirled around with wide eyes, knowing that a topless Frank would only make things worse, especially when his scent was already doing things to you. 

Frank smirked and narrowed his eyes at you. 

“I meant that I could change into another one.” 

You blinked at him and cleared your throat. “Oh… uhm… that’s…”

“Wanna tell me what exactly is distractin’ you, Sweetheart?” Frank asked, his voice lowering. 

You were standing so close now and Frank’s eyes were boring into yours with an intensity only he knew how to use. 

Briefly looking away with a huff of a laugh, you slightly pursed your lips and shrugged. 

“You,” you muttered with a small wave to indicate his whole form. 

“And how exactly? I wasn’t doin’ nothin’.” He tilted his head to one side, eyeing you curiously from under his lashes. 

“Just don’t, Frank,” you groaned and closed your eyes for a second. 

“Don’t what?” he chuckled. 

He was the worst. 

“Come on, I need to get this done,” you whined, lifting your hands to push at his chest as he moved in closer. Well, push really wasn’t the word, since you didn’t put a lot of force into it. At all.

“Tell me,” he coaxed with a rough voice, while he was leaning in to graze his lips over yours, his hands going to your hips. 

“Frank, I need to finish this,” you whispered desperately, but Frank only kept going. “You just look fucking hot,” you finally admitted when his mouth trailed towards your jaw. 

Frank lifted his face a bit to look at you. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you huffed through heavy breaths. “The hair, the beard, the shirt, the jeans… just… I need to finish filling those in, and you’re being so …ugh… Can you go do something else now?” you practically pleaded. 

Frank laughed lightly under his breath, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in again. His tongue moved into action now, the tip gently stroking over your upper lip and making you whimper. 

“Frank”, you tried, as your eyes closed on their own accord while Frank maneuvered you until you were standing with your back to the couch again. “Need to…”

“Yeah, I know, baby, but I don’ think you’d be able to concentrate now. How ‘bout you lemme take responsibility for distractin’ you?” 

As he cupped one side of your face, his tongue licked over your bottom lip now. He hadn’t really kissed you yet, but you felt as winded as if he’d kissed you breathless. Your legs shook and it didn’t take any effort on his part to get you to sit down and lean back until you were lying flat on the couch with Frank slipping between your thighs. 

“You’re leaving the apartment once we’re done,” you pouted while simultaneously wrapping your legs over the back of his thighs. 

Frank’s loud bark of a laugh had your stomach jumping happily, right before your heart accelerated when Frank finally sealed your lips with his after he gave you a nod of agreement. His beard scraped over your mouth, and you loved the contrast of his soft lips and the coarser hairs of the short beard. You lifted your hands to his head and stroked your fingers through his hair, getting a low grunt from him whenever you pulled at it lightly. Frank made quick work taking off both of your tops, before his mouth was at your jaw once again and trailing a row of kisses all over it and down your throat. While he was busy driving you crazy with his mouth, his hands went to your pants to open them, before he leaned up far enough for him to pull them down along with your underwear. You were now fully naked under him, while he was still half clothed. The sight of him, with his flushed chest and large bulge in his jeans, had you squeezing his thighs with yours and reaching down for his fly. Frank grinned as he looked at your eager hands before he leaned down on top of you for another deep kiss. About to complain that he was stopping you from opening his jeans further, you could only gasp when one of his hands slipped between your legs and two large fingers stroked through your folds. Frank groaned into your mouth at your long moan of pleasure when his fingers slowly slid inside you one after the other. 

“Frank, please,” you breathed through the kiss, as you gripped at his shoulders while he was gently fucking you with his fingers. “Please, don’t tease me.” 

Frank made a soft humming sound before he lifted his head to slowly caress his lips over yours with the faintest of touches. For a second, you thought that he wouldn’t listen to you and tease you some more, something you usually did enjoy and Frank knew it, but he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he knelt up. Your hands instantly shot down again, finishing what they’d started as they opened the jeans all the way and then pushed them down as far as possible to free his length. As you leaned up to try to get the pants lower, Frank grasped your wrists and gathered them in one palm before he was pushing you down on the couch again, your hands held over your head on the armrest. 

You could feel his breath hitting your skin as you both panted, your faces only a few inches away from each other, while Frank’s eyes bored into yours. Taking his weight on the hand holding yours captive, Frank used his other hand to guide himself inside you. You were unable to look away from his intense gaze as you gasped loudly when he slowly entered you, never stopping until his hips were flush with yours. Frank stayed like this for a few long seconds, until you keened and moved your hips instead, wordlessly begging him to move. Move he did, but he didn’t thrust. He gyrated his hips, grinding them into yours and making you feel his whole length as it moved inside you. It was the sweetest of torture, since it wasn’t enough to actually get you anywhere, but the pressure of his thick cock rubbing along your inner walls felt incredible all the same. 

“Frank, please,” you repeated, while your legs wrapped around his hips, and you tried to use the leverage to move up and down a bit, but Frank forced your hips down. 

You whined and looked into his eyes. You needed him to move so badly, it was driving you crazy. 

“Frank,” you gasped, eyes wide. “Please. Need you to make me come. Need you so much.” 

You knew that begging and asking for what you wanted would always get you exactly that, and you sometimes teased him with that knowledge, but you weren’t playing now. You truly needed him. 

As expected, Frank instantly complied. 

“Anythin’ you need, Sweetheart,” he rumbled, right before he pulled almost all the way out, only to snap his hips forward again. 

You cried out in bliss as your legs trembled over the back of his thighs, while Frank thrust inside you over and over again. 

“You gonna come for me like that?” he asked in a low voice, as he shifted his hips just so when he adjusted his grip on you. 

You could only nod, wide-eyed, as you hurtled towards your release. The orgasm took your breath away completely, leaving you with your mouth parted, but with no sound coming out of it for the first few seconds. Your next inhale was a shuddering gasp and a long moan, your whole body trembling with the force of your pleasure. Through the intensity of it all, you barely had the time to see Frank’s eyebrows coming together as his eyes closed as he came as well, his warm release shooting far inside you. You caught his mouth with yours as he leaned down to share a long and uncoordinated kiss, before he pressed his forehead to yours. He let go of your hands after another beat, letting you stretch your arms out before you wrapped them under his arms and around his back to hold him to you. 

“Think you can focus on those documents now?” Frank smiled, as he pressed a small kiss to your lips. 

You groaned and shut your eyes at the reminder, which had Frank chuckling under his breath. 

“Promise I’ll behave,” he added with a grin, as he rose but remained kneeling between your legs. 

“Go put on a hoodie, yeah?” you grumbled half-heartedly, accepting the hand Frank was extending to help you up. 

Frank nodded and vanished into the bedroom, while you headed into the bathroom to clean up. 

As you walked back out a few minutes later, fully dressed and presentable again, ready to deal with the paperwork, you skidded to a halt at the sight of Frank. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” you yelled, pointing at his chest. “You’re supposed to zip up the hoodie or put on a shirt and not…” you flailed your hands around. “Show off your chest, for crying out loud. Okay, out.” You pushed at Frank now, intending to have him leave like planned, but Frank laughed and caught your hands before kissing you on one corner of your mouth. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” he amended, making a show of zipping the hoodie up over the top of his chest when it had been open far under it at first, showing far too much skin for you to handle. 

“Thank you,” you huffed with a roll of your eyes and returned to the coffee table, sitting down in front of it. 

Now, where did you stop again?

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[thesugarclubs-blog]

Heat of the Moment - AU Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: modern AU steve rogers, DBF, age gap romance,DOM Steve, rough smut, 18+

word count: 12.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1330362443-heat-of-moment-regan

Masterlist

Sweat trickled down Regan's back as she climbed out of the cab and waved to the driver, quickly thanking them before they sped away from their destination. An unreasonable heat was smothering Brooklyn and Regan figured it was her luck that her first week at her father's apartment would be miserable. As if having to move back home at 25 after getting fired wasn't bad enough. 

There was nothing against anyone getting some help in their time of need, but Regan couldn't deny it kept her stomach in constant knots. Her dad was one of the good ones, married to his high school sweetheart until her mom passed and she'd always been what some might call a daddy's girl. Ever since Regan was born during her parent's senior year of high school, he was wrapped around her finger. It made sense that he'd be the one to swoop in and save the day. 

Hopefully, Regan thought, he wouldn't mind if I came home a few days earlier. 

She took a deep breath and climbed the few steps to the building's door, a worn duffel bag in hand. It was something from a thrift shop in London, the place Regan had called home for two years until the production company she worked for decided her services were no longer needed. Her fingers fiddled with the straps as she walked. It wasn't out of anxiety, but anticipation. 

Right before Regan took a leap and moved in pursuit of something more, she helped her dad move into this moderately upscale apartment complex. It had a rooftop pool, patio, and balconies on the windows, the perfect place for a guy like Regan's father. 

It also had his neighbor down the hall, Steve Rogers. 

She met him on the day her dad moved in. He was broad-shouldered, brooding, and tough as nails, an honourably discharged former captain in the US Army. The fact that he was built like a god and had that little accent in his voice didn't hurt either.

Steve was the same age as her dad and they found some common interests, but their bond came from both being veterans. Usually, she hated the stories from her dad's time overseas, but hearing Steve tell some of his own? She could listen to that gravelly voice all goddamn day. 

The trip on the elevator was a haze, Regan's mind retreating into the place that got her into trouble at school. She was so focused on whatever tale her mind was spinning, something warm and tinted in blue, that the elevator opening didn't even register on her radar. 

At first, neither did the man who stepped on it, until he finally said her name. 

"Hey, Regan," Steve said into the quiet space, a small twitch of his lips under his dark beard. 

His voice shot a wave of goosebumps on her skin and it made her shiver a little. He had this air of authority surrounding him. 

"Steve." Regan breathed, her fingers lifting nervously to pull the strand of hair out of her vision as her eyes travelled over the man in front of her.

"I thought your dad said you weren't going to be home for another couple of days," he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his bright blue eyes in her direction, meeting her gaze.

The fluorescent lights of the elevator made his eyes a deeper blue than they normally were and it seemed to darken each feature of his face. His beard was fuller than it had been the last time she'd seen him and Regan could see the shape of his dog tags under his white t-shirt. 

She cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the metal doors in front of her, hoping he hadn't caught her staring, "yeah that's what I thought but you know, once I finished my last day, there wasn't really much over there for me anymore so I just... left," her lips pulled into a thin line as she shrugged.

She shifted the bag in her hand, rolling the strap around nervously in her sweaty palm. She had forgotten how tall he was and now in their blistering proximity, she was forcibly reminded. 

“You’ll find a new job quickly,” Steve quipped, moving on so easily from her practically groping him with her eyes. “From all the ranting your dad does about you, you’re a talent most production companies are fighting to get their hands on.” 

She did all she could not to turn the color of a tomato as the embarrassment set in. Of course, they had been talking about her when she wasn’t around to play buffer. God only knows the things her father has told him about his sweet, precious little girl. 

Regan groaned audibly, unable to stop herself.

"I know it must be frustrating to move back home after being so independent and successful but I'm certain that your father will do everything in his power to get you back in the workforce. After all, you're his little princess." Regan detected a slight change in tone when he spoke that she decided to ignore. But the tinge of mockery in his tone got under her skin.

Regan snorted and shook her head as the elevator door dinged above them, "thanks Steve but as comforting as that is, I don't know what an army vet is going to do to get me back into film," she shifted her bag on her shoulder and walked out of the elevator onto the dusty green carpet of the 7th floor. 

"You know what I meant, Regan," Steve's voice dropped an octave as he followed behind her. 

She let out a soft sigh and nodded once, "yeah I know, I'm sorry, it's just, been a day and I was hoping to avoid the job talk at least until I had it figured out myself," she mumbled, pausing for a second outside of her dad’s apartment.

“You can’t avoid the tough stuff forever,” Steve said flatly, “life happens, and you have to deal with it.”

“I know that better than most,” Regan said bitterly as she turned at the door to her father’s apartment to find Steve standing with his hands on his hips.  “My mother. Remember?”

Steve nodded solemnly, piercing eyes boring into her as she stood defiantly.

“Anyway,” she looked away, breaking first, and fumbled with her keys. “Thanks for the advice.  I’ll be sure to consider it.”

“It should be open,” Steve offered behind her, “your dad was expecting me to drop in.” 

Regan nodded, curt and defeated as Steve’s hand landed on the wood just above her head. Palm flat and fingers splayed, she peered up to see flexed tendons and thick veins running beneath his tanned skin. Steve pushed, and sure enough, the door swung open with ease. 

“In the kitchen, Steve!” Regan heard her dad call as the sounds of cupboards and drawers opened and closed, and her dad’s off-tune humming echoed through to the hall. 

Having to move back home wasn’t ideal, but the warmth and familiarity of her dad’s apartment were welcoming nonetheless.

“Twinkle-toes!” her dad dropped the plastic containers into the sink and rushed around the island into the open hallway of his apartment. “You’re home!” 

Regan let the horrifying nickname slide as she dropped her bag to the floor and sunk into the giant bear hug her father wrapped her small frame into. He wasn’t a small man, rivalling Steve in height he was built thicker around the middle. His long blond beard had turned grey and brown. But the same soft and sad chocolate brown eyes stared down at her as he pulled back to inspect. 

“The London air has you looking all posh, have you been eating?” He asked, pinching her arm playfully. 

“On a hearty diet of a pack of cigarettes and croissants.” She rolled her eyes.

He laughed heartily and attempted to ruffle her hair, Regan dodging to the side at the last second with a scrunched nose and a snort. 

"A little early aren't you?" her father, Colin, asked, concern furrowing his brow. 

"Yeah," Regan breathed as she shifted her weight where she stood. "Just felt like coming home. I'd had enough pretentious movie assholes to last me a lifetime." 

A warm palm brushed the small of her back as Steve stepped by. Without a word, he grabbed the bag from beside her and carried it into the living room, setting the object on the sofa. Regan's eyes followed every flex of his broad back, tucked under a tight white t-shirt that made her brain turn to mush. 

A little spark of irritation ran through her at both the gesture and the feeling it gave her in front of her father of all people.

"Come sit. You must be exhausted." her father motioned to the sofa where Steve just put her bag. 

As she and her father sat down next to each other Steve opted to take the seat on the other side of the coffee table, settling on the armchair across from her. As she brought her father up to speed on her life, she felt Steve watching her attentively. Those incredible blue eyes she could get lost in bore right into her skin leaving a trail of flames in their wake. It was incredibly hard to have him so close but also so incredibly unattainable.

“Well, sweetheart, I hope you brought your appetite with you. Steve and I were just gonna fire up the grill and watch the game.” He voiced, tapping her knee as he stood from his place, “you up for some ribs and beers?” 

Regan smiled softly at her dad, “That sounds great I’m just gonna wash the 5  hours of plane and screaming babies off and I'll meet you up there.”

Her dad winced in sympathy and nodded, ruffling her hair before heading back into the kitchen.  Turning to Steve she smiled, which turned a little awkward and she began to flush, trying to decipher the look in his eyes.

“So I’m just gonna…you know…take a…see you later?” She babbled mentally kicking herself for sounding like a blithering idiot.

“Are you telling me or are you asking me, Princess?” He smirked.

Regan’s eyes widened in surprise, surely he couldn’t mean… She felt the flush creeping up her neck and spreading over her cheeks.  With all her usual sassy responses abandoning her she turned on her heel and almost ran into her bedroom, pushing the door as she went through, not even bothering to check if it was fully closed.

Heading into her shower room she turned on the water and took off her clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner of the room.  She let out a sigh as she stepped under the spray, arching her back to let the water stream over her hair.

Steam was quickly filling up the bathroom with how hot the water was, but Regan really needed it. She stood still under the shower head, just letting the scalding hot water run down her body, warming up her skin and relaxing the tense muscle underneath it.

Truthfully, the plane ride over was greatly responsible for the tension, but she could admit, only to herself, that it wasn’t the whole reason. She could still feel the pressure and warmth of Steve’s palm over the small of her back, his fingers spread wide in an almost… possessive gesture.

She shook her head, trying to will the dangerous thoughts away. She’d always had a taste for older men, but Steve? He was her dad’s best friend, definitely off-limits. 

Her traitorous body shivered at the thought.

With more force than necessary, she squeezed a dollop of shampoo into the palm of her hand. The artificial scent of strawberries filled her lungs as she massaged her scalp, sighing in relief. She had kept buying it because Steve told her he liked strawberries once, well, she chose not to think about that and quickly washed it off.

She kept the same pace while washing her body, slowly massaging the soap into her skin and letting the tension go. Steve and her dad were probably impatiently waiting for her to get out so they could all eat, but the feeling of suds being washed off her skin was too good to make quick work of it, and she still wasn’t done getting rid of her inappropriate thoughts.

Only a creaking sound got her to speed up, just barely audible over the loud sound of insistent drops crashing over her shoulders. The pipes were letting her know her time was up.

Steam plumed as she stepped out onto the mat, letting the partially frosted glass door slide closed behind her.  A slight draft tickled her skin as she wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel; the bathroom door was open, letting the precious steam out.  Regan sighed as she towelled her hair, scrunching it lightly to soak up most of the water. It would probably get wet in the pool later.

Coming out of the bathroom, she smiled, seeing her forgotten bag on her bed next to a neatly laid-out outfit; her dad was always so thoughtful.  The pretty cornflour blue sundress was the same colour as her mother’s eyes, and the cute daisies patterned on the fabric were her favourite.  It was perfect for a sunny rooftop afternoon.

Slipping the dress over her blue and white checked bikini, the fabric felt wonderful against her clean skin.  Tying the dress behind her neck, she turned for the mirror.  She had been home only a few hours and already she looked and felt more relaxed.  Being home agreed with her, more than she would ever admit aloud.  She picked up a cute white cardigan and, taking one last look in the mirror, headed up to the roof of the building.

New York's summer heat was a shocker after years in London, the sun sweltering on her skin the moment she stepped out into the open air. 

“There she is!” Steve’s heart-stopping smile met her as she approached the two men. 

Leaning on the brickwork of the building with his arms folded over his broad chest, Steve’s heavy gaze fell upon her. His blue eyes tracked over her figure, subtle in their journey from her legs to the halter of her bikini top — where they lingered as his jaw ticked. 

Regan swallowed thickly and made a point of joining her father by the grill. 

In her peripherals, she caught Steve pushing himself away from the wall and sauntering over to the cooler before a dripping beer bottle was held out in front of her with no other acknowledgement.

Regan’s hand brushed against Steve's as she hesitantly took it. The frigid drops of water melted down over her hot skin. “Thanks,” she said, barely getting the word out. 

“Sure,” he winked. “That's your favourite right?” 

She turned the bottle in her hand and smiled, “how’d you know?” 

“Colin here tells all the stories in your absence, including the one about you sleeping in the bathtub after one particularly rowdy night,” Steve licked his bottom lip and tossed her dad a goofy smile. 

“Is nothing sacred?” Regan tossed her hair over her shoulder, turning away from them both to take in the views from the rooftop. God, she had missed Brooklyn and for more than one reason, she looked over her shoulder at the broad expanse of his muscles stretching beneath his shirt as he pointed to the grill and chatted with her dad.

Taking a long, much needed gulp from the icy bottle, she prayed that it would be enough to cool her off. A slightly unsteady hand caused a drop of foamy beer to spill down her chin and neck. 

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath as Colin's boisterous laugh echoed across the rooftop. 

A tingle on her skin made Regan look up as she wiped the liquid with her fingers. Steve watched her from across her father's head as he told some story, gesturing wildly with a pair of barbecue tongs. It looked as if he was assessing her like she was a danger he couldn't figure out how to approach. 

Emboldened by both distance and the heat, she raised an eyebrow and brought her thumb to her full lips. Gently sucking the beer from her fingertip, Steve's stare melted her from the inside. 

There was another twitch of his jaw before he turned away to help her dad once more. That was all she got and Regan couldn't deny that it stung but shook the feeling off.

She walked to the edge of the rooftop, pressing her stomach against the railing, her eyes travelling over the beautiful New York skyline. 

Suddenly she felt a hand on her back and it was clear from the way her body reacted to the touch who was standing behind her. His heat radiated over her as his hand lingered a second longer.

"You missed this, huh?" She heard him say and as she looked up, she found him looking at her. 

"Yeah. London is beautiful but nothing beats this view."

"I can think of something that beats this view," His voice rasped, laced with something wicked and before she could respond, he was gone.

Regan looked over her shoulder, watching Steve’s retreating form, all firm muscles beneath his tight shirt, jeans hugging his pert ass. 

She whipped back around, breathing in deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Taking another sip of beer, she pushed off the railing and went to a lounge chair near her dad and Steve, just within earshot. 

Regan lay in the sun, warming quickly, getting sticky hot in her dress. She sat up, glancing over at the two men and getting caught in Steve’s gaze. Her dad was busy with the ribs but Steve’s blue eyes bore into her. 

With a sly smile, Regan slowly stood and peeled her dress up and off her body, revealing her bikini underneath.

She could feel his eyes on her as she hid a sly smile from his view. Regan sat back down in the lounge chair and took another long sip of her beer before dragging the cold bottle along her collarbone, trying to cool herself off. As she sat the bottle on a small table beside her, Regan could feel his eyes follow her every movement. 

Meanwhile, Steve gulped and reached for his own beer as he adjusted himself as discreetly as he could while he continued to listen to Collin ramble on about his story.

Even though she couldn’t hear his words the lilting tones of her Dad’s narrative amidst the distant noises of Brooklyn eventually lulled Regan into a comforting bubble of sleepiness.  The warmth of the late afternoon sun only exacerbated the tiredness she felt from her long journey and she let her lids slide almost closed, dozing lazily on the chair.

A whisper of breath against her neck made her shiver as a low voice sounded quietly in her ear.

“Careful you don’t burn that pretty skin of yours, Princess.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed thickly, trying to pass off the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at the closeness as she shifted and pushed her chest out slightly, "I don't think that's a concern for you to have, Rogers," she quipped back quietly and opened one of her eyes to meet his. 

Steve's tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his left eyebrow ticked upwards at her comment, making a blush rise up her neck, "well that's something we disagree about..." his eyes flickered back to Colin who was still facing away from them, watching the grill, "all that time in London, and now you think you can get away with everything," he smirked. 

The way he was looking at her made every nerve in her body tingle, the fear of her father turning around and seeing how close they were in the back of her mind, but the flirty almost demanding banter from Steve was enough for her to push it to the side. 

"I guess we'll have to see how much I can get away with," she returned the smirk, and waved her empty beer bottle at him, plastering on a sweet smile and blinking up at him, "since you're up anyway, would you mind?" she teased.

Steve smirked at her and leaned over, taking one more glance at her father who was completely oblivious to what was going on. Gingerly, he plucked the beer bottle from her fingers, his skin grazing against hers. She could see the veins in his forearm and it took all of her self-control not to trace them with her eyes. Sparks crackled along her skin and cascaded all the way down her spine. She bit her bottom lip and heat rushed to her cheeks, blossoming across her skin as Steve let out a soft chuckle.

“Must be the sun making you blush like that, hmm?”

Regan swallowed hard.

“Are you gonna get me my beer or stand there staring at me?”

She meant to sound more confident, but the way he was looking at her made it difficult to talk or even think. Her brain felt fuzzy, and it wasn’t from the beer. Steve flashed another smile, wider this time, his ocean blue eyes shining in the sunlight. 

“I can do both, can't I?” 

With that, he winked at her and headed for the cooler, her empty bottle dangling from his fingertips. Regan sat, sweat prickling her skin, with her mouth agape as she tried to process what was going on.

This couldn’t be happening. Was the too-sudden heat confusing her?

Steve had never been this bold before. There had been fleeting heated looks and barely there touches lingering a bit too long to be accidental, but he’d never quipped back to her flirty remarks.

The doubt that had plagued her since she met him was quickly fading into hopefulness. If she wasn’t imagining things, if Steve was actually flirting back… it had to mean he felt it too, the magnetic pull between them.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of something cold and wet grazing her wrist. She hissed, instinctively trying to pull her arm back, but Steve was quick to hold it still, sliding the edge of the cold beer bottle along her pulse point and right into her palm. Then, as if she was a child, he put his hand on hers and closed her fingers around it in a tight fist.

“Careful, there,” he murmured, his hot breath on her ear, “Why so jumpy, princess?”

“Maybe if you didn’t sneak up on me,” she replied, trying to keep her tone sharp. But the close proximity and firm hold on her hand stole her voice. 

Steve stood to his full height, looking over her, a handsome shadow haloed by the sun. 

“You’re a big city girl, Regan. Being aware of your surroundings is the number one rule, isn’t it?” He flashed her a lazy grin, the greys in his bread glistening in the light as he turned to survey the terrace before peering back down at her. “You never know what you might miss.” 

Regan’s whole body flushed hot and she was about to retaliate when Colin called a cheery ‘grubs up’, and Steve took two steps backward, a subtle wink and smirk on his face as he rubbed his hands together hungrily.

"Smells good, Dad," Regan said as she got up, following behind Steve to the patio table. "You always cook like this for Steve? Is there anything I need to know?" 

Colin snorted, setting the heavy plate of barbecued meat on the table as he sat down. Slipping her dress back over her tousled hair, Regan glanced over at Steve and this time, she was sure he actually smirked at her teasing. 

"Sorry honey, Steve isn't exactly my type." 

Regan chuckled, choosing the seat opposite her father.

"Just checking," she smiled. "I can't have you spoiling just anyone in my absence." 

As she reached to grip the wrought iron backing, Steve beat her to it, pulling the seat out wordlessly. Her eyes flitted up to his as she sat and fixed her dress, the flowing fabric falling just above her knees. There was a darkening in his eyes and Regan realized the position they were in again. If she leaned forward, her forehead would be at his stomach and her hands would- 

"How about you, twinkle toes?" Colin asked as he passed a set of plates to Regan. "Was there anyone you were cooking for in London? Must be a shame that you had to leave so soon."

Steve casually pulled out the chair beside her and every muscle in her body tensed when he took his seat.

“Really wasn’t there for that Dad, and no one really caught my eye there,” Regan muttered, trying to end the conversation before it started. Colin opened his mouth to speak again but Regan beat him to it. “Looks like you forgot the barbecue sauce, Dad. I’ll go grab it,” she said, relief coloring her tone as she pushed back from the table. 

Regan made her way across the roof and down to the apartment, taking a moment to breathe as she rested against the kitchen counter. 

“You okay there, Regan? Need any help?” came a deep voice behind her, sending a shiver down her spine.

Regan gulped, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "N-no, I'm okay." She opened one of the cabinets but didn't find the sauce. Her dad must have moved things around again in her absence. He was always re-organizing things. Shutting the cabinet door, she opened another one, only to sigh. Where in the hell did he put the damn sauce this time?

Frustrated, she let out a huff before hearing a soft deep chuckle behind her. 

"You're dad re-organized the kitchen in his usual manic state in prep for your return," he said as she finally turned to him. A smirk was plastered on his lips and his hair was dangling around his face while he leaned over the kitchen island propped up on his elbows, "told him the last thing you cared about was where the syrup lived." 

Regan couldn't help but breathe out a laugh despite the tingling sensation crawling over her body as his eyes darkened at the sound she made. Steve stood up straight, the white in his shirt a deeper shade from the sweat forcing it to cling to the muscles in his chest. She watched his fingers drag along the edge of the island as he circled around it toward her. The fact that he couldn't hear her heart hammering against her rib cage was shocking to her considering all she could hear was the thundering of it in her ears with the closer he got. 

As he moved to stand in front of her his tongue flicked over his bottom lip, "you've gotta be more observant, twinkle toes." Steve rasped, her father's nickname rolling off his tongue like a sin. 

His hand reached up and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her with the way he took a step forward with the action, but he reached behind her pulling open a cabinet and showed her the bottle of barbecue sauce. Regan became acutely aware of the shrinking space between them as he towered over her and the swarm of butterflies in her chest began to swirl.

The smell of his deep ember and vanilla spiced cologne swirled in her nose and made her head feel dizzy. Regan couldn't stop her eyes from flickering towards his plump lips as he smirked at her and placed the sauce bottle on the counter beside them. He had to know what he was doing to her, despite trying to keep her composure, she was convinced her feelings were right there in the open. 

His fingers brushed the side of her neck and pushed her blonde waves back off her bare shoulder, "I like your hair long like this," he finally spoke through the silence, "does your father know about the little tattoo on your rib cage?" his hand continued softly down over her dress, lightly brushing where the small lavender tattoo sat.

“Yeah, but he- he doesn’t really care,” Regan’s voice shook despite her trying to sound unaffected, “Do you?”

It was a bold question, and she wished to take it back as soon as it came out. She watched Steve’s face, holding her breath, waiting for him to react. What would he say? Had she read this wrong? Or, worse than that, had she read this right?

Steve didn’t react for a long moment, and she feared that this was it, that he would push her away, maybe even tell her dad, humiliate her.

Then, he hummed, low in his throat. “You really don’t keep any secrets from him, do you?”

He looked up at her, head tilted down and long eyelashes fluttering over his defined cheekbones, but it was the look in his eyes that took her breath away.

In the dim light of the kitchen, she could barely see the blue of his irises anymore. His pupils were impossibly wide, giving his eyes a dark, hungry look that had her core clenching around nothing.

He wanted her. He wanted her.

A spark of courage lit up in her chest.

“I could,” she whispered, wetting her lips.

“Yeah?” He breathed. “You think so?”

It was almost a challenge as he stepped toward her, closing the gap between the two of them. Every footstep, every breath felt so heavy between them as the tension mounted. Regan felt like she might burst.

Her heart was thumping in her throat while Steve stared her down, his eyes warm yet piercing. He was playing a dangerous game. They both were. 

She grabbed the bottle and placed it between them as a barrier. Steve’s large hand wrapped around it and her fingers, his eyes locking with hers. Suddenly, she found it hard to take a full breath the second he started to lean forward. Heat bloomed in her belly and the soft fabric of her dress was suddenly the most constricting and irritating thing in the world. She felt his other hand wrap around her waist and pressed her tighter against the counter like he was testing her limits along with his own.

“Why don’t I take this up to your dad and you cool off in here?” He suggested, moving his hand to brush his knuckles against her bare arm. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, her voice crushed by the weight of the tension between them.

He grinned.

“Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

Steve dipped his head, beard grazing her cheek on his way to her ear and sending a tingle down her spine. The hand on her arm travelled further south and Regan’s breath hitched as she felt the hem of her dress lift from her skin. Steve thumbed at the fabric, rubbing it between his fingertips. 

“Pretty,” he purred, “a good choice, don’t you think?” 

As he drew back, Regan peered up at him confused as she took in his raised eyebrow and the sparkle in the blue of his irises — or what was left of them. His pupils were blown wide as he tilted his, studying her intensely.

And then he was gone, the warmth from his body and the intoxicating scent left lingering in the air as he walked away.

The pieces of the puzzle slid together slowly as she stared down at the dress she was wearing. She had just assumed her father had laid it out for her, stupid and naive she swore under her breath. She huffed, pushing off the counter and out into the hallway. Regan closed the apartment door behind her and jogged after him as quickly as her little legs would take her, sliding between him and the entrance to the roof before he could open it. 

She pressed her back against it, looking up at him. Arm tense and pressed into her side as he reached for the bar her back rested against. She watched a single bead of sweat roll down over his skin, trickling down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. 

 "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked, biting her tongue as he leaned close enough to brush against her nose. 

A soft tsk fell from his lips, "do you like being watched?" he asked, countering her question with his own. "Be honest," he whispered.

His voice carried the slight trace of an accent as he spoke, his eyes now so dark with wanton that she wondered how much self-control this man had. Hmmm, I could put that to the test, she thought.

"Wouldn’t you like to know," Her hand travelled to the belt of his pants, tugging slightly.

She watched him carefully as his eyes flared up and she could feel him struggle with his control.

"You're playing with fire, Regan."

“I like the heat,” Regan quipped, slipping her fingertips along the sliver of skin between his shirt and jeans. She could feel his abdomen tremble and she grinned, quickly withdrawing them and pressing backwards, pushing the door open and semi-gracefully twisting to the open rooftop. 

“Hey Dad, sorry that took so long, someone forgot to tell me they reorganized again,” Regan teased Colin as she made her way back to the table. 

“You comin’ Steve?” Colin called out and Regan glanced back, seeing Steve still standing at the door, hand deep in his pocket. 

She covered up a snort as he started, walking over slightly awkwardly before sitting at the table next to her again, a little closer than before. Regan glanced at Steve as he scooted his chair and adjusted how he sat before he began filling his plate with food. 

"So..." she began. "What have you two been up to while I was gone? Besides embarrassing me by sharing stories about me." She only half listened to her father's answer as she suddenly felt Steve's heavy hand on her knee beneath the table. 

She gave him the side eye. What the hell are you doing? Feeling him gently grip her knee while he openly acted as if nothing was happening only served to make the butterflies in her chest turn into bees.

His hand felt calloused and rough against her heated skin. She felt it slide further, pushing the hem of her dress with it just far enough to torture her with the question of how far he was willing to go with her father two feet away. 

"Regan? Honey, are you okay?" Her father's voice filtered through the flash flood of thoughts currently drowning her mind. 

"What? Oh--yea--yeah," She stammered. Steve's hand un-wavered from its position. Standing his ground and toeing the metaphorical line in the sand. She felt his forefinger begin to draw small tiny circles into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, setting fire to her scorched skin. 

"Where's your head at twinkle toes?" Colin asked, taking a bite of ribs. 

Regan shook her head, picking up her beer hoping to cool herself down, "Nowhere but here dad." She flashed him a somewhat convincing smile moving her hand under the table and curling her fingers around Steve's.

Her intention was to move his hand away, to silently scold him for being so bold in front of her father, but she couldn’t do it. 

Couldn’t deny herself the delicious feeling of his fingertips pressing into the flesh of her thigh, blood rushing back to her skin every time he shifted his grip higher. 

Her dad emptied his beer, reaching for the cooler to retrieve another and flashing them both a tipsy smile as he held one more out towards them in offering. 

“Last one,” he shrugged, gaze flitting between them. 

Only then did Steve’s hand leave Regan, long enough to flip the cap from the bottle and tilt it towards her. 

“You don’t mind sharing, do you, sweetheart?”

"I don't know where that mouth has been," she scoffed, pulling it from his grip. 

"Steve's a gentleman sweetie," Colin laughed at their playful banter, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sure he won't mind."

"You don't mind do you?" She tilted it toward her pouty lips. 

"You can pay me back some other time," Steve laughed loudly, but his eyes never left her lips and she could feel his knuckle drift back to the hem of her skirt, lifting it higher than before. "You'll be home all summer." He added. 

"It's gonna be so nice having my girl home!" Colin announced loudly, nearly spilling from his chair. 

"Dad," Regan lurched from her chair, worried about him. "I think the beer and the heat are getting to you!"

"Christ, you might be right," her dad laughed, shaking his head. "Game hasn't even started and I'm already out of it." 

"How many did you have before I got here?" 

Colin looked somewhat sheepish as he stood, swaying on his feet. There was a pink tint to his cheeks that she hadn't noticed before. Sending Steve a confused look, she watched Steve hold up four fingers just out of Colin's view and suppressed a laugh. 

"Okay, okay," Regan sighed, pushing up from the table. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"Alright, let's go. Steve, see ya." Colin waved his friend goodbye and they slowly made their way downstairs, her father hiccupping every second step.

She watched him get into his en suite bathroom after she picked up his pyjamas from the console across from the bed. 

"I'm fine, little one. I can take it from here. Don’t worry about me, your tipsy dad can handle a nap by himself. Go relax,” he said as he pulled the comforter over his body. He had no idea what that sentence made her feel and she prayed to high heavens that he didn't notice the way the blush crept into her cheeks. 

"Sleep well, pops. Thank you for taking me in." She whispered as her father closed his eyes. 

"Anything for you, twinkle-toes. I'm so glad I have you back here. I love you." And with that, he dozed off into sleep.

A small shiver ran through her body and the realization that she’d forgotten her cardigan on the roof washed over her. Regan fought with herself for a moment, telling herself that she could grab it in the morning, but the other side of her wanted to finish what she’d started with Steve.

Or at least what she thought had been started. 

Her body shook with anticipation at the delicious tension spreading through her body as she walked back out onto the rooftop and saw Steve sitting in one of the chairs, his legs spread apart, holding an ornate glass of dark liquid between his strong fingers. 

"Regan..." She heard him rasp as her feet transported her closer to him as if they have a mind of their own.

Regan stopped a few inches from his right knee, staring down at it, until Steve shifted. He sat forwards in his chair, jeans pulling tight against strong, thick thighs, and he balanced his glass against his left thigh, right one open and oh so enticing. 

“Wanna sit honey? Plenty of room,” Steve rumbled, lifting his glass and taking a sip of what had to be whiskey or maybe bourbon. Regan suddenly felt parched, dying for a taste. 

She glanced around, looking for her chair but it was pushed off to the side. She finally met Steve’s playful stare, the fingers of his right hand drawing her gaze away, back to his thighs. 

Before she could second guess herself, Regan took that last step forward and straddled Steve’s thigh, biting back a whimper at the feel of the strong muscles between her own soft thighs.

Steve leaned back on his chair, his jeans rubbing against Regan's underwear as he adjusted his legs. Goosebumps formed along her skin as warmth pooled between her legs while she settled herself on his thigh. 

He tilted his head upwards, meeting her gaze with a playful smirk. He trailed his index finger along her thigh, circling a freckle that lay just below the bunched up hem of her dress.

"Are you comfortable, Regan?" he purred.

"Umm..." She took a steadying breath, knowing that he could see she was flushed from her ears to her chest. Feeling Steve move his leg again made her gasp and reach to steady herself by holding onto one of his shoulders. Shit 

"What is it, princess? Something bothering you? Or is something feeling a little too good to ignore?"

Regan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and turned her gaze towards the rooftop door. The slight fear of someone catching them, not just someone, but her dad, crept up into her mind. Even if he was drunk out of his mind and probably long passed out, he could stumble back up to the roof for something. It was too risky being so out in the open. 

As if he could tell where her mind went, Steve placed his fingertips gently on the side of her cheek and turned her gaze back to meet his, the blue of his eyes flickering in the low light from the city that surrounded them. 

"Eyes on me, beautiful," he whispered, moving his hand down to the side of her neck and tracing his thumb over her throat, "we're safe up here. It's just the two of us," he reassured, with his smirk returning, "now, answer my question, is something bothering you or are you done ignoring this?" 

He continued moving his leg underneath her, pulling small whines from her lips as she kept her eyes on him, trying to think of a way to answer him coherently.

“I don’t think I could ignore this if I tried.”

Steve’s breath rushed out of his chest at her confession. There was no time like the present to be honest, and there was no way in hell she was going to walk away from this as terrified as she was to get caught. Steve’s cheeks were dusted pink and he licked his lips. He leaned forward, dragging his lips along her jawline until they reached her ear. She shivered at the sensation of his beard brushing against her skin and bit back a whimper. 

“That makes two of us,” he rumbled. “Do you know how hard it’s been to stay away from you?”

Regan smiled and slid her hands beneath his t-shirt, fingernails just barely grazing his abs. Her hips instinctively rocked back and forth and she could feel herself getting wetter from the tension alone.

“Why don’t you show me?” She whispered.

He nibbled on her earlobe and she gasped.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, he pulled back and his hand slipped around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. The second their lips crashed, Regan groaned, butterflies swarming her stomach as Steve’s other hand gripped her hip and began to rock her back and forth along his thigh as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

He took his time, feeling her out, whisky and barbecue and something uniquely him flooding her senses.

Steve’s tongue was heavy against hers, teeth catching harshly on her bottom lip before he soothed the sensitive skin with small kisses, almost too tender compared to the way he guided her over him. Steve grunted, rough and from deep in his chest as she writhed against him. 

With each rock of her hips, Regan felt his cock hardening beneath the denim, eliciting a gasp from her lips as he shifted beneath her. As glorious as the feeling of his rough jeans was, she was desperate for fewer layers and more skin.

Steve slipped a hand into the front of her bathing suit bottoms, his hot skin slipping between her folds with ease. "So ready," he groaned against her, using his hand to rock her faster, "feral for me. How long has it been since you've been touched, baby girl?" He asked. 

When she tried to answer nothing but a heavily broken whine dripped from her lips, her mouth propped open by his as he worked against her faster. "Such pretty noises the desperate whore makes, don't stop." He demanded, "ride my thigh until you're moaning my name and then I'll flip you over and give you something to really scream about."

She nearly collapsed against him but he held her in place as he pushed his thigh up against her forcibly over and over, his fingers guiding her pussy back and forth until she was an embarrassing, withering mess.

His other hand wrapped in her hair and pulled her mouth back to his, tongue and teeth crashing together as her legs started to shake. Steve's heated lips moved down her jaw, leaving wet kisses that made Regan's noises grow higher in pitch and more breathless as her head fell back. 

"Fuck me," Regan whined, embarrassed by how quickly she folded, but she felt like she was going to combust. "Please, I- I need more."

She felt his lips turn up in a grin and the throbbing in her cunt grew stronger. 

"We'll get there, darlin'," Steve murmured against her damp skin. "First I'm gonna have you come like this. Then you'll get my mouth..." 

Regan gasped as his thumb started to circle her clit and it nearly got her there, but his touch was too light, too soft for how he was speaking to her. He was teasing her and based on the twitching in his jeans, he really fucking liked it. 

"And then," Steve growled, pressing up harder against her, the friction burning her thighs raw. "if you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like one."

"But what if I'm not a good girl?" Regan asked in a playful innocence she knew damn well would rile him up. 

"Oh, Regan," he chuckled mischievously as he applied the slightest bit more pressure to her clit, her mind reeling and begging for release. "Then I'll fuck you like a good little slut," he rasped so close to her ear, his words vibrated through her body. 

Little by little he increased the pressure and speed until he was just right, a scream left her throat.

"Fuck, the noises you make. Fucking beautiful."

Regan panted, body slumping into Steve’s firm chest, feeling it move under her as he chuckled. 

“Don’t tell me you’re worn out already?” he teased, knuckles brushing under her chin and lifting her head until her blurry gaze met his sharp one. “Can’t very well make good on my words if you’re already fading.”

Regan shook herself, blinking rapidly before sitting up straight, fisting Steve’s long hair in one hand, crushing their lips together again. 

“I can handle anything you’ve got for me Captain,” she murmured against his lips and he bit down sharply on her bottom one, a yelp escaping her as he pulled it away from her, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. 

“On the patio table now, Regan,” he growled, hands going to her hips and lifting her up onto her feet.

Regan bit her lip, her heart hammering against her ribcage in anticipation. Steve's lips found her purchase on her neck leaving a trail of nips and kisses along the way as he walked her towards the table, his fingers digging into her hips. 

He pushed her against it, the feel of cold metal against her thin dress doing nothing to quench the heat surrounding her. Dragging his wet warm lips back up to her lips, he slipped his hands down to her thighs picking her up and sitting her on the table. 

"Eager there, Rogers?" Regan laughed against his lips. Her teasing was quickly cut by a gasp when she felt his long, rough fingers wrap around her neck. 

"That's Captain to you," he growled against her lips.

She giggled before gasping as he bit her bottom lip hard enough to cause a bit of pain. Regan pulled away from him with narrowed eyes. "What was that for?"

Steve gave her a hard stare before his face softened slightly. "Sorry," he murmured. He gently rested his hand on the back of her neck before placing a gentle kiss on her now painful bottom lip. "No more lip," he murmured. His demeanor changed again as he pulled her to the edge of the table and ran his hands up her dress to rest on her thighs. "Now... will you let your Captain have a taste? Because dessert sounds rather nice."

She nodded and Steve grinned.

“Good,” he whispered, pushing her thighs apart while dropping to his knees. The only thing she could see in the dying sunlight were those eyes digging into her fucking soul. Flames licked her belly, shooting through every muscle in her body as Steve took his fucking time sliding his calloused hands up and down her thighs. 

“Now, spread your legs for me. I want ‘em nice and wide, sugar. And you stay like that, is that clear?”

“Yes, Captain,” she purred.

A growl sprung from his throat and she could see that he was struggling to keep control, kissing his way up and down each thigh. Trying to make the most of every moment. Regan’s breath caught in her chest as he worked his way higher and higher to her dripping cunt. He lifted his head and slowly began to slide two fingers inside of her.

“You keep calling me that and the whole goddamn city’s gonna hear you begging me to fuck you.”

Regan’s retort was cut off by the sensation of Steve’s tongue slowly dragging along her clit as he pushed his fingers in deeper. Her head fell back and she bit down on her knuckles, letting out a muffled groan.

He worked at her relentlessly, the patio table beneath her practically rocking as she lifted her hips from the table to press herself against his face. She wanted to ride herself free of the second orgasm against his nose while his tongue flicked at her core and his fingers curled inside of her reaching all the tender sweet spots. 

"Wait for it," he growled, pushing her back down against the table. His hand slid from her hips and bit into the underside of her ass roughly, causing her to whimper from the pain. She hadn't expected to enjoy it so much but each rough touch sent a thousand tiny shockwaves rolling through her only making her crave more. 

He was daring her to misbehave, she wanted to feel the crack of his hand against her ass, feel the sting of his fingers around her nipples and the sharp bite of his teeth on her thighs. She wanted more than ever before. She wiggled down against him, his beard rubbing against her inner thighs as his tongue pressed against her already stuffed pussy. 

"I want more," she begged and without hesitation, he obliged but not without consequence. He rolled her hips to the side, so her leg was hooked over his shoulder pressed tightly against his cheek and rubbed the soft skin of her ass before laying into her. 

"I told you to wait," he warned.

With a whimper, Regan wriggled in his grasp, chasing the feeling of his lips against her body again. This time his hand gripped her ass even harder,  surely leaving purple marks on the creamy colored skin. In a blink, Steve rose up, gripping her chin tightly. Her lips parted as his calloused palm held her in place and Steve smirked at the dazed look in her eye. 

"Be. Good. Regan," he murmured before capturing her lips again, leaving a salty taste on her tongue. 

She nodded breathlessly, licking the dampness from her lips as he got back onto his knees, blue eyes blown dark in the lavender twilight. 

"So fucked out, already, my girl can't even talk," Steve murmured against her thigh before his lips wrapped around her clit and pulled harshly before releasing it as she cried out. "You might not make it through me fucking you."

"I can, please," Regan begged him. Her voice came out a strangled whimper.

"So eager,” he growled, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard I might have to replace the patio table," his hand darted out and wrapped around her chin so she was captivated by his eyes.

"I want you to be good and use your words, sugar."

Regan bit back a whine and wrapped her hand around Steve’s wrist, pulling his hand from her face, and guiding it back to her dripping cunt. 

“C’mon Captain,” she grinned, determined to take back some power despite her mouth falling open in a gasp as his fingers entered her again. “You want me to be good? Make me.”

Steve’s fingers immediately crooked against her spot, his thumb pressing down on her clit, rubbing back and forth until her thighs were shaking and her nails were digging into his skin. 

“Fuck!” Regan shouted, waves of orgasm crashing over her. Before she could even come down, Steve was moving, slipping his fingers from her and flipping her over onto her stomach. He trailed them over her ass, slapping it lightly, then harder when she moaned. 

“That’s my good little slut,” he whispered in her ear, bent over her back.

Steve's words flowed over her, making her shiver. If it were anyone else, she was sure she would whip around and slap them. But being Steve... something was different. Regen whimpered as she felt Steve pull apart her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the concrete at their feet. "Steve... please." 

She looked over her shoulder, watching as he stared down at her before she noticed his arm moving. Her eyes drifted down only to widen at the size of Steve's weeping cock. Oh my god.

Regan couldn't stop the whimper as it left her throat, and she felt her cunt clench around nothing in anticipation. Every thought in her mind melted away, all the fear she'd felt about getting caught was gone. She just wanted him. She needed him. And by the cocky smirk that was painted on his lips, he knew it too. 

Steve stepped forward and positioned himself, his hard cock pressed into her folds, teasing her more with each slight movement. 

"That's it Regan, beg me," he rasped, gripping the skin of her hip with one hand and moving the other slowly up her spine to tangle in her blonde waves, pulling softly. 

She whined again, biting the inside of her cheek, "Please Steve... please," she pushed her hips back into him, pulling a growl from deep in his chest. 

He brought his hand back and slapped it once more on her ass, "try again, sweetheart," 

"Please fuck me, Steve, please," she breathed, relishing in the stinging pain of her ass as he rubbed the sore spot, "I need you inside of me, please fuck me"

He teased her entrance with the tips of his fingers. He didn’t push them inside of her, but she could feel him working her clit, teasing it ever so slowly as he leaned over.

“You can do better than that,” he urged. “You want me to fuck you like a little whore? Then you beg me like one.”

“Fuck you!” She cried out. “You’re such an asshole.”

This wasn’t what he wanted, but it was what he was going to get. She was so desperate, that every muscle in her body was shaking. Steve smacked her ass one more time and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, swallowing a grunt as her clit throbbed.

“Do you need to be shown how to behave?” He growled. Very slowly, he removed his fingers and dragged the tip of his cock through her folds. “Because I can do that for you, angel.” 

Regan’s eyes rolled back and she let out a sound that she didn’t even know she could make— broken and jagged. Steve placed his hand at the base of her throat and his lips curled into a wicked grin. Regan found her composure, drawing in a breath as he began to rub the tip of his cock against her swollen clit.

“Fuck me, Steve. I’ve been such a good girl for you, haven’t I?”

He chuckled, capturing her lips in a rough and messy kiss before pulling back.

“You’ve been anything but that.”

"I'll be a good little whore, I promise," she cried out, every inch of her aching for him. She could feel him running his rock hard length from her ass to her clit, over and over without remorse. Only a soft chuckle fell from his lips as she begged him for all of it. "Please Captain, fill me to the brim, I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I'll do anything."

"You say that like I doubted you," he whispered, the hand around her throat tightened gently against her skin and his hand ran down the sweat licked center of her back. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide and exposing her to him completely. She felt raw and on display as he rocked himself into her without warning. She wasn't prepared for his size, stinging pleasure rolling through her as he stretched every inch of her sore cunt, pushing her to her limits. The pain vibrated down through her toes as she pushed up onto them and fell into the hold around her throat. 

"I can't-" she pleaded, feeling the hand that rolled around her ass, he was playing at it. Waiting for her pleas but she could feel him wanting more as he dragged himself from her clenching, dripping cunt slower than her body could process the size. "Steve," she panted, unable to finish her sentence as his balls slapped against her throbbing clit and he filled her again. 

"You can't what?" He growled, his thumb brushing against her entrance. When she didn't answer him he slapped his hand across her ass, the sound ringing through the air alongside her strangled gasp. "Answer me."

Regan felt tears well up in her eyes, frustratingly turned on to the point that she couldn't even begin. His fingers tightened around her throat as another slap echoed across the rooftop, sending spots across her vision. 

"You aren't a very good listener, are you? That's okay, I'll teach you." 

"Please, please, please," she sputtered. "I can't take...fuck, Steve!" 

This was what she needed, maybe a part of the reason she came back. Someone to break her and put all those pieces back together. A tear fell down her face and Steve's thumb turned her cheek towards him, his wicked grin appearing in the corner of her vision over her shoulder. 

"Cry for me a little more and I might go easy on you."

Regan’s eyes rolled back into her skull as a shudder travelled through her body. She heard Steve curse and suddenly he was pressing against her entrance again. 

“You have no fucking idea how you look do you?” Steve started pushing in, slowly, Regan moaning loudly as she was stretched again. “No idea how you look with that fucking body moving, caught up in pleasure, thinking of nothing but me. I’ll fuck you, pretty girl, I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to let you come until you’re crying harder than this little display.” 

Regan couldn’t catch her breath, between the tears and the way Steve had started fucking into her, punching the air out of her chest until she was nearly screaming. 

A big hand came up to cover her open mouth, covering half her face with its width. “Shh, Regan, the whole neighborhood didn’t hear you yet,” Steve whispered into her ear, biting down on the lobe before sucking on it, hips pounding her into the suddenly creaking table.

She whimpered into his hand, her whole body shaking under his.  She was desperate to feel more of him. Even inside of her he still wasn't close enough, there was too much fabric between them. Regan wanted to feel his taut chest against her back, feel the way his muscles flexed as he relentlessly drove into her. 

Steve dragged his hand back from her mouth slowly, and as if they shared the same need his fingers worked the knot at the back of her neck the thin strands of her dress falling onto the table. His movements didn't falter as he pulled down roughly on the fabric causing the table to shake along with her.

"The... the table," she moaned, trying to do her best to help Steve remove her dress from her body. The table creaked loudly beneath them. Loud enough for her to wonder if they were both going to topple to the ground. The thought was fleeting though as Steve increased his pace, driving himself into her body. "Steve..."

"Steve!" His name came out as a louder sob than she'd meant it to, but it caught his attention just in time. 

The table once more groaned loudly as the legs finally gave way, crashing the old metal table to the ground. Steve's arm linked around Regan's waist and caught her before either of them fell, stepping forward, his cock slipped out of her and he spun her into his chest. 

The world felt like it was spinning for a moment as her fingers curled into the metal dog tags that hung around his neck. He helped her stand and catch her balance as his now dark blue eyes flitted over her features, concern sparking over his face. 

"Are you okay?" he rasped, cupping her cheek in his hand and gripping her waist with the other. 

Regan nodded and breathed deeply, keeping her gaze locked on him, "I'm okay," she repeated, the coolness of the dog tags bringing a new feeling into her otherwise warm body. 

"Good," he growled, scooping his arms under her legs and making his way over to the chair she'd found him in earlier, "cause I'm not finished with you yet"

Her laughter echoed through the air and Steve sat down on it, letting Regan shift her body so that she could straddle him. She looked back at the mess that they’d left behind and giggled.

“How are you gonna explain that?”

“Communal rooftop, drunk teenagers,” he replied, cradling her face with both hands. The pad of his thumb slid along her bottom lip as he searched her eyes. His expression was tender and vulnerable, and it made her heart skip a few beats. This guy could turn on a dime. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded and Steve kissed her, so sweetly that she wanted to cry. Her arms snaked around the back of his neck, playing with his hair and running her fingers through it. She’d always thought about it, it looked so soft. Steve groaned as the kiss deepened and Regan decided to take the reins, easing herself back down onto his cock. Her eyes squeezed shut as he filled her to the brim. Regan felt tears sticking to her lashes as her cheeks flamed. 

The whimper that left Steve's lips was addicting, and she began to rock her hips, taking control. There was something about him that made her feel insanely confident. She pulled back, bouncing on top of him as his head fell back.

“Fuck, Regan.”

“Atta boy,” she whispered. “How long have you been thinking about fucking me?”

He laughed, his chest heaving as she fucked him and he tried to swallow his groans. Regan grabbed his dog tags and pulled on them, forcing him to meet her eye while she took him as deep as she could. His eyes widened as Regan leaned in and flicked his bottom lip with her tongue.

“I asked you a question, Captain. I expect an answer.”

His hands ran down her back, his fingers tickling the bare skin down to the swell of her ass. He cupped her more gently than she would have liked but he helped lift her up and down his shaft, pushing the speed at which they moved together. His breath trembled from his lips as he opened his mouth to speak as Regan pulled herself to the tip of his expanding erection. She revelled in the pressure it built, she found sick, needy pleasure in how it drove him nuts to be out of control. 

His hands tightened around her skin, pulling her ass into his palms as he fought his hungry urges. "I've wanted a taste of your weeping pussy the first time you bent over in those tiny jean shorts you wore around last summer." He nipped at her collarbone. "Tell me," he begged breathlessly, still gripping her tightly, "tell me you wanted it too."

She giggled, it dripped from her lips. She had visited her dad for a week and she could feel Steve's eyes watching her even then. She had dug those shorts from the back of her closet, barely squeezing her ass into them before parading around in the apartment. The tip of his dick rolled against her entrance, stretching her wider as he tried to pull her back over him. "I enjoyed watching you squirm," she whispered, "how often do you think about those shorts?" She asked, needing to know the answer. 

"As often as I think about your pert little tits in my mouth," he dragged his teeth against her, "more when I dreamed about how good your pussy would feel wrapped around me."

Regan gasped, high and loud as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down and pulling until she cried out before letting go. Her breast stung, pain spreading through it but she relished in it, digging her hands into his hair and pulling. Steve's head fell back, their eyes meeting, and Regan pressed their foreheads together, lips meeting in an open-mouthed, gasping kiss. 

"Gonna make me come again, Captain?" she asked breathlessly, rising and falling quickly on his dick. Steve gripped her hips tight enough that her skin was darkening before their eyes but she didn't care, she wanted more. "C'mon Cap, I'm waiting."

Steve snarled and his hips jumped up, pumping into her hard, the chair groaning beneath them but somehow holding together as he fucked up into her. "Gonna make you come so hard you can't even say your name, Regan," he growled, and she hiccuped, tears forming in her eyes from the intense pleasure gathering at the base of her spine. 

"Please- Steve I-" 

"No, you don't say anything unless you need to stop," Steve grunted, nearly lifting out of the chair as he fucked her.

Regan's face fell forward and she took her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down almost to the point of drawing blood holding back her cries. 

She closed her fists on Steve's shirt pulling at the sweat ridden fabric. Her fingers ached to feel his hot skin. 

Steve dragged a finger up her chest, the soft graze making her hiss at the contact. He grabbed onto her chin forcing her to look back at him as he pounded into her. 

He pulled at her bottom lip with his thumb, "You're taking me so well, sweet girl." 

Regan cried out, her hands pulling even tighter on his thin t-shirt. Steve leaned forward hovering his lips over hers, "Rip it off, Regan," he breathed.

She grinned and licked her lips. Regan didn't have to be told twice. She pulled hard at his shirt, hearing the cotton tear between her fingers. Regan instantly let go of the fabric and ran both hands along his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles against her hands. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you in the elevator," she admitted. 

Steve chuckled as he halted his movements for a moment and sat up to fully remove his shirt and toss it to the ground before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, devouring her mouth with his. He moaned into her mouth, when she began rocking back and forth against his pelvis once more. Regan was getting so close. Steve pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her. 

"Come on baby, ride me. Hard and fast."

As Regan began bouncing faster, clenching her dripping cunt around him, their sounds echoed out into the New York sky. All their cares about who might hear them disappeared. The only thing that mattered was them, at that moment, taking everything they could from each other. 

The fire deep in her belly grew with every thrust and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer with the soft praises that dripped from Steve's lips. 

“Doing so good for me, darlin’,” he moaned. "Taking every inch just like I knew you would."

All she could feel was heat in her belly, her toes curling and tingling each time their hips met. Their moans reached a crescendo and her fingernails raked down his chest as Steve’s hand came to rest at the base of her throat again. Regan’s lips parted and she grinned, reaching up to cover his hand with her own.

“More,” she whispered, pressing down on his fingers.

Steve grinned.

“You filthy little slut,” he growled as he pressed on the sides of her throat just enough to make her dizzy. 

Regan rode him harder and faster, butterflies exploding in her belly and the knot that had been getting tighter and tighter as he hit her g-spot finally snapped. She cried out, wildfire spreading all through her belly and down her legs. Her muscles quivered and Steve released her throat, letting her bury her head in his shoulder as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. He stroked her back and let her slow down for a moment. 

“Good girl."

The sound of his husky voice praising her made the wetness between her legs grow even as she drenched his cock and spiraled down from her high. She wanted him to call her all the sweet things all the time, especially if he was praising her for taking him so well. She wanted to feel every inch of him every second of every waking moment and she was quickly granted that wish as he began to pump again chasing the high he hadn't caught. 

She leaned into him, offering herself to him like a prize to be won and he took it without mercy. He slipped her off him, lifting her effortlessly from his cock and setting her on her feet. "Prove to me how good you can be," he whispered, reminding her of all the dirty, shameful things she had promised him. She sank to her knees before him as he slid forward and presented his hefty length to her. 

His cock had seemed impossibly large, crammed inside of her but as she popped her lips over the tip and sunk down on him she realized how wrong she had been. His hand wrapped into her hair, pulling her down against him until his tip pressed against the back of her throat and tears stung at her eyes. "That's my girl," he whispered, his free hand twisting her sore and sensitive nipple between his fingers. "My sweet little desperate whore, so willing to do as she's told."

She pumped her mouth around him, pushing her tongue against the base of his shaft until he was making sweet noises for her. The grip in her hair tightened and she loosened her throat, welcoming the tantalizing taste of her own pussy mixed with the sweat and need of him down. He pumped twice more, shooting his release down her throat without remorse as he rubbed his thumb across her face and cleared the tears from her eyes. 

She pulled away from his cock, licking up from the base to clean him completely and rose from her knees. Standing over him, covered in sweat and bruises, her ass stung from his playful abuse and her cunt clenched sore and sex abused as he drank her in with a sex drunk devilish look on his face. His pupils blown and the strands of his long hair messy and ready to be tugged on, she licked her lips chasing the taste of him as his cock fell against his stomach and he held out his arms to her. 

"Pretty girl, you look even better covered in my hand prints."

This time his hands were soft as he brushed her equally messy hair from her face, wiping the remnants of sweat from her upper lip. Regan felt like she was outside of her body. She couldn’t help but giggle, biting her lip when Steve laughed. 

“What are you laughin’ at, sweetheart?” He asked softly, the rasp still sending shivers down her spine. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” 

“We ruined this rooftop for everyone,” she shook her head and started laughing even harder. “You broke a fucking table, Steve!” 

Steve buried his damp head into her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist, Regan forced herself to reach up on her tiptoes to alleviate his hunched position. Chuckles shook her body as his breath cooled her overheated skin. 

After a few moments, they came down from the high they created in this not so-secluded location. Earlier on, Regan was worried that she would have regrets afterwards, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. 

She watched Steve button his jeans and outstretch his hand, the cornflower blue dress clutched in it. Smiling up through her lashes, she practically vibrated with the feeling of a new adventure in her future. Being with this man was certainly going to be a wild ride. 

As if reading her mind, Steve spoke up as his head popped through the neck of his tattered t-shirt. 

“So…are we gonna do this again?” 

The sweet questioning tone made Regan’s heart flutter, so much so that she crossed the few steps to him. Placing a soft kiss on his slightly chapped lips, she sighed into him and enjoyed the warmth. Heartbeats went by until he tilted her head back and she smiled at his raised eyebrow and stern expression. 

“Hell yeah, Cap.” 

Steve’s eyes grew heavy as his hand drifted up to fix the neckline of her dress and he bent down to whisper in her ear. His words made a shock of excitement run straight to between her legs, already wanting him again despite the bruises and aches. 

“Then I better see you in those shorts tomorrow.”

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[evansbby]

Does anyone have any cool sexy dilf stories? Like stories that you wouldn’t mind sharing of y’all with dilfs?? Idk I feel like I need to live vicariously through you guys jajsjsjs —

Okay so I know you posted this last week but I have to tell someone 💀

So since the beginning of uni I’ve had a crush on my chemistry professor, and let me tell you that the first day I had his class all I did was fantasize about him😭😭

This man is 6’4 (I’m 5’3🤭) so the height difference is so hot. He’s 35 (I just turned 20), he’s half Mexican half Colombian (he curses in Spanish when he drops something or is just mad and it’s the hottest thing ever). He has brown eyes and his hair is like Ari’s hair (all i can think about is how hot it would be to rake my nails through his hair while he’s eating me out). Also he’s so fucking buff holy shit, like his biceps are the size of my head and every time he wears a tight shirt/blouse it literally makes me want to do unspeakable things. For reference he kinda looks like Miguel O’hara (idk if you watched Spiderman into the Spiderverse but that man is hot as hell), but he has fuller lips. He also has a beard which also kind of the same to Ari’s beard.

So here’s where the actual story begins😭😭. He has a daughter who’s 8 years old - btw he’s not married and her mom isn’t in her life, I don’t know why - so my cousin who’s also 8 years old happens to be in the same class as her and they’re literally best friends. I didn’t know at first that her dad was my professor (and the guy I dream about) until my aunt asked me to pick my cousin up from school and I see him talking to his daughter and my cousin. When I tell you I almost melted because he was so sweet with them😭😭😭 When they saw me walking towards them he was also surprised to see me, but then he smiled and made small talk 😫

Next day when I see him in class, he asks me to stay behind and when I tell you I almost fainted. I’ll type out the interaction because it’ll be too confusing.

Professor: “Hey, so I didn’t know you were related to (cousins name)”

Me: “Yeah, her moms my moms sister so different last names haha”

Professor: “So, I wanted to ask if it’s okay for her to come over next week? I tried to catch your aunt and ask but she’s always there earlier than me, (daughters name) and (cousins name) wanted to watch a movie and just play.”

Me: “Oh yeah, I’ll ask my aunt. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind (cousins name) talks about her a lot.”

Professor: “Yeah those two are really close.”

Me: “But sure I’ll ask my aunt and get back to you tomorrow.”

Professor: “Thank you it’ll mean a lot to them.”

So after this we just quickly said goodbye and when I walked out the classroom I almost threw up he made me that nervous😭😭 It’s the way he was standing as well, he was standing and kind of half sitting half leaning on his desk and his blouse that day was a white so I kinda saw abs (slut) 😫😫😫 honestly feels like something out of a movie😭

Anyway so I came home and I was going to my aunts house anyway for dinner with the whole family (I’m Moroccan so these kind of big dinners are almost every week💀). So when I’m there I ask her and she first was kind of iffy about it because she doesn’t want to send her 8 year old to a random mans house (her words, not mine😂) even though she knows his daughter. And then my other cousin who’s my age and knows about my crush on him, jokingly said “maybe she should go with her, he’s her professor so she already knows him”. I swear to god I wanted to strangle her right there and then because my aunt thought it was the best idea ever and now she wants me to go with her.

I feel like this is getting really long so I’ll try summarize what happened afterwards😭. So the next day I don’t have chemistry so after I was done with all my classes I walk over to his classroom. This man was just sitting there drinking coffee and working and I thought (still think) it was the hottest thing ever. When he sees me walk in he smiles at me and greets me. I greet him as well and tell him what my aunt said.

Me: “Maybe a bit weird but my aunt wanted me to come with (cousins name) to keep an eye on her you know? If that’s okay with you of course.”

Professor: “Yeah no that’s fine don’t worry about it, besides it’ll be nice to have someone there to keep me company.”

WHEN HE SAID THIS I SWEAR TO GOD HE SMIRKED/SMILED AT ME I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP😭😭😭.

Anyway I gave him my aunts number so they can arrange it and then we said goodbye and stuff and I left. My hands were shaking when I was walking out of the classroom, he makes me that nervous😭 My aunt called me Sunday morning telling me that the playdate is next week. Either he or my uncle is gonna bring us.

I normally have his class on Monday but he wasn’t there, I think he had an appointment or something😔 But I do have his class today so lets pray he’s there🤞🏼🤞🏼

I’m sorry if this was really long but I honestly feel like this is too good to be true, and when I saw your post about any dilf stories I immediately thought about him. I also wanted to tell someone who won’t judge me and I honestly love your vibe so I hope you won’t think I’m weird or something 😭. I also need advice because what the hell do i do?!?! I have such a big crush on him, besides the looks he’s so sweet but also so serious and bossy (idk what to call it but it’s hot😫😫).

I’ll keep you updated if you want if anything else happens🥴🥴🥴

- 💐💐

Oh my god bestie I am so intrigued but at the same time you are twenty years old and that is a BABY to me practically so idk idk idk what to say!!!! Pls just be sensible about this… men love to take advantage of younger girls and I know you don’t want to hear this 😭😭😭 but I feel like I have to say it otherwise I’d be being fake 🥲🥲

Of course, you’re entitled to do whatever you please! And honestly HONESTLY this professor seems into you but the fact that he’s a professor and you’re his student is a red flag??? Right??? Like… you’re his student 😭😭😭 on top of that he is a lot older than you so please be careful!!!

Apart from that why does this sound like such a picture perfect fanfic scenario?? Like lmfao wow I didn’t realise y’all were out here literally being real life Y/Ns meanwhile all my professors have been ugly and lame 😂😂😂

#I feel like my answer is totally not what you wanted to hear 😭😭😭 #but if a 35 year old man is interested in a girl who just turned 20… meaning you were a teenager last year…. IDK IDK IDK #it’s iffy to me #BESTIEEE I AM SORRY JUST PLS BE CAREFUL #anon #💐 anon #and I don’t condone it ajdjskskak I’m sorry girl I’m just being honest

[parttimesarah]

💜 My immediate takeaways from WWDITS 5x1&2 💚

First off, I LOVE how much we are seeing the production crew of the documentary so far! I love the mockumentary format and acknowledging it more just adds to the comedy for me!

Ending that first post-Derek-bite scene with Guillermo saying "There's no turning–" !?! I mean, that has to be foreshadowing!

I know we all said we want to see more jealous Nandor, but him not knowing that he should be jealous is going to be SO delicious!

Introducing the idea that Nandor has been trying to get in touch with his feelings and acknowledging the work that others do as "OK" is a lovely first step towards him genuinely appreciating Guillermo.

The face Nandor initially made when Guillermo said he wasn't going to be around all the time! 🥹 Reality is going to breakthrough for him, I can feel it!

The look of the vamps is on fire! Laszlo's hair is a bit longer and he is wearing the hell out of those clothes. Nandor is looking slightly tan, which is nice, and his beard looks a bit fuller. Nadja is gorgeous, as always! Guillermo without glasses was cool, but I'm also kind of glad he will be keeping the fake lenses.

POOR GUIDE! She is such a sixth wheel in the vampire residence, but I am so glad she's there as a female presence alongside Nadja again. And she got a picture in the credits!

Seeing Nadja get energized by reconnecting with her heritage was awesome. I'm not sure I'm totally onboard with the hex subplot, but Nadja focusing on kindness to get rid of it will be enjoyable and makes sense as a character motivation for a number of episodes.

I'm not sure where the doll subplot will lead outside of the information we can glean from the teaser footage (something to do with helping the doll lose her virginity?), and I'm not sure exactly how much I'll want to keep returning to that plot.

Colin is back on form with his adult energy-sucking ways. I particularly enjoyed him with the other vampires. I missed that dynamic last season. I do hope the election sub-plot doesn't feel too forced when it shows up.

The idea that Guillermo can heal himself, be out in the sunshine, eat regular food (especially tons of protein), and maybe have other elevated senses, could actually make him the most powerful character in the whole show and I'm all sorts of here for him realizing that!

I LOVE The Barren/Baron and the Sire being introduced already, I hope we see them again. Using them as the sages who have the most vampire lore but are essentially an old retired couple is such a sweet idea.

Derek being a friend of Guillermo's throughout more of this season would be so great. Guillermo hasn't really had a platonic friend so far in the show. I think Laszlo and he are getting there, but their relationship is SO much more complex.

Seeing just how in touch with his own emotions and vulnerabilities Laszlo has become is lovely. Seeing him holding hands with Nadja on the couch was so sweet. It makes him keeping Guillermo's secret that much more believable. Guillermo confessing to him (even though he believed Laszlo knew already) shows that Guillermo feels like he can trust Laszlo too.

Laszlo saying that he might be able to convince Nandor to bite Guillermo?! I'M SORRY, WHAT?!

And finally, can I just say, LASZLO ALL ANGRY AT GUILLERMO AT THE END BUT STILL CONCERNED FOR HIM WAS SO FLIPPIN SEXY!

That's all I got for you for now! Two rewatches tomorrow when I stream it for my friends who don't have cable, then GIFs to follow! Let me know if you have GIF requests!

Here's to theories and imaginings for the next week! xx

#wwdits fx s5 spoilers #wwdits 5x1&2 #wwdits fx #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #nadja of antipaxos #the guide #colin robinson #my thoughts

[hypermascbishounen]

Ok so old man N!Juste's design is pretty bad. Mostly it's just kind of boring and lazy. Being charitable, they maybe were just trying to avoid an old white-haired man with facial hair looking too much like game Dracula, so they opted for a fuller style. Unfortunately it ended up looking glued on.

It's admittedly very hard to sell new old man pussy in this franchise, when we have had this man serving us cunt for hundreds of years.

In addition, they seem to have kept his shirt as the main tie to his original design, but it backfires and makes it look like he's just been wearing the same shirt for decades(Esp when game Juste's outfit was so incredibley vibrant). Even N!Juste's eyes lack the hint of white lashes from the games, which now that he is old enough for white hair to seem expected, fails to communicate he's always had white hair, which in the game made him stand out (among other Belmont's at least).

So, to fix these issues, if I were to design an old man Juste, I would personally go in one of two directions:

Option one: If had to give Juste a beard, I'd want it to distinguish him as a character, and preserve the original intent of his white hair to communicate he's got magical abilities with visual shorthand. So I would go all in and give him a fucking awesome wizard beard.

I think he could slay the Myles Pinkley gender wizards look. This would be appropriately fantastic.

Unfortunately, N!Juste is not allowed to have nice things, which is why his current beard is likely only meant to communicate that he's a drunk and let himself go, similar to N!Trevor's stubble. Rocking wizard beard Juste could only exist, if you're trying to actually have a character be cool.

Option two: But admittedly, I personally wouldn't have given Juste a beard at all. I don't really think it would bring anything to his design, and imo I think some people give a character facial hair just to convey mature male-ness, and not much else. My personal idea for what an older Juste would look like, is probably something similar to Pope Sage (or his twin brother Altar Hakurei), from Lost Canvas.

"So there's this senior citizen..."

Admittedly, it's hard to tell exactly how old Sage is meant to look, when he's 270 and using magic to extend his lifespan. But he's a good example of an aging white-haired prettyboy type, in a shounen known for its beautiful young men. He is also a mentor character, who has specifically personally raised his hot-headed and brash student, and taught him everything he knows - which is mostly wicked goth death powers.

Cool old man and his even cooler son

Obviously, Sage is an unrelated character from his own property. But I feel like he's the best illustration of the sort of design archetype an older Juste could have been in. Maybe if nfcv had a better understanding of other Japanese media, and shounen anime in particular, they might have been able to figure out how to translate a character like Juste to animation better.

#“Why doesn't this post about N!Juste's design have any pictures of it?” bc it physically pains me to look at ok #Anti netflixvania #This ramble is mostly just a window into my dissapointed nerd mind but I still feel that I am right

[georgiapeach30513]

What if Lance was actually able to take the baby with him. Was it easy raising her? Would he have taken Aurelia too?

Please keep in mind that in order for Lance to be able to take the baby with him, baby would have to be Ransom’s….

Aurelia also made the comment if it was Ransom’s baby, she wouldn’t want it

Ransom closes the door to your room, wiping his hands around his mouth with a smirk as he starts to strut down the hall, his image glitching for a split second.  Only stopping when Andy meets him in the hall, and pushes him at his chest, “Where’s your minions?” Andy demands, but his eyes drift down to your doorway.

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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“You wouldn’t have wanted my minions with me for this business,” Ransom gives him a smirk, cocking up an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is to become my future wife, Andrew.  I had to test it out,” growling, Andy shoves his brother up against the wall, and Ransom leans in closer to him.  “You can’t smell her?  I get now why you wanted to keep her from me.  Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.  She may look innocent but the way she rode my dick,” he chuckles when Andy smacks him across the face.  “Oh, have you not wondered why she’s been so tired lately?  Let me go,” Ransom pushes Andy off him before he continues his journey back, leaving Andy confused.

He runs his finger and thumb over his beard thinking for a moment.  Ransom was talking as if you were complicit in everything.  With a sigh he heads to your bedroom, seeing you tucked in bed asleep, but when the door closes you look up at him, “I thought you had work to do?”

“What?”

“We…did you come back for more?” You ask sitting up, letting the blanket drop from your chest.  They looked fuller since the last time he saw you.  He had too much business to attend to with his father, plus finding out more information on you, and it had kept him from you for far too long.  “You got a little rough, Andy.  Maybe something sweeter this time?” 

“Aurelia,” Andy pouts, his lip trembling.  “Baby,” he didn’t know if maybe it was best not to say anything.  You were naive in not realizing that it was in fact Ransom disguised as himself.  He didn’t know how his brother was doing it.  But he would be doing you a disservice if you knew.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

“Good, Andy, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you smile, rubbing your hand over your stomach, “I’m with child.”

Stepping closer to you, Andy embraces you in his warm and gentle arms.  Kissing over your face.  “Take your clothes off, and let’s sleep,” you giggle, crawling back into the bed.  

——

You stare down at your giggling boy, your sweet little Alfred reaches his hands up towards you, and you give him a quick boop to his nose.  His mouth opens in wonder, and you look out of his bedroom window.  Thankful that he was Andy’s and Lance couldn’t take him from you.

“Mommy’s sweet boy, huh?” He squeals, those chubby cheeks jiggling in glee, and when you lean down to kiss him, he grabs at your ears to give you his own messy, drooling kiss.  He better be glad he was a sweet little thing, and looked like his father.  

You had noticed the feathers from Lance, so knew that he was visiting your son.  You often wondered what Lance would think of him.  Would he care about him the way that you did?  What did Lance plan on doing with your child anyways?  

Hearing a soft pound, you look up at your long lost friend, but don’t make a comment to him.  “I’ve come to collect the baby.”

“You can’t,” you say with utmost certainty, and when he reaches towards your son, you jerk away from him.  “He is my son!” 

“And we had a deal.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle, starting to walk around Lance.  Circling him as if he was your prey, and Lance laughs at the fact that you think you had him.  “Our deal was my first born child with Ransom.  Alfie is of Andy’s blood,” Lance tilts his head to the side, trying to reach out again.  “He’s not yours!”

Raising his hand above Alfred’s head, your little boy giggles, holding his hands up in anticipation.  Lance wiggles his fingers and golden sparkles fall down.  Alfred tries catching them, sneezing in the process, “He’s not Andy’s.”

“Yes, he is!  This is mine and…”

“He’s not,” he reaches towards him, trying to take him from you, touching on his skin, “If he was Andy’s, he would be protected from me trying to take him.  This is Ransom’s son.”

“No.  I never…I never laid down with Ransom.  I’ve only been with Andy.  You’re lying!” Another demon appears, and you walk backwards out of the room.  “Lance, what did you bring to me?”

“Give him the baby,” you shake your head no, holding onto Alfred tighter.  “Lance wasn’t the only one making deals,” twisting his hand back, he looks at his nails, feigning disinterest.  “Ransom made a few with me.  On more than one occasion it was to look like Andy.  Guess he wanted to feel that heat between your legs, considering your unfaithful ass is to be married to him.  That is Ransom’s son.”

“You’re lying!” 

“Lance, I’m tired of these games.  Take the baby,” he flies off, leaving you to beg and plead to Lance.  Sobbing how everyone was lying, and you didn’t want to lose your son.  Andy’s son.  He always treated Alfred like his own.  Held him while you slept.  

“Lance, don’t.  He’s mine and…”

“He’s Ransom’s.  Give me what you offered,” you shake your head no, screaming when he takes the baby from you anyways.  “I’m sorry, but this is the deal.  Your debt has been paid,” you see a bit of golden shine surround your baby's fingers as he screams up at Lance.  

“Lance, don’t!  He’s mine!  I carried him in my belly.  I pushed him out of my body.  You saw!  He’s mine please, don’t!” You scream as Lance flies out of your window, and you sink to the floor.  He took him.  Alfred was born of Ransom, but also of magic.  

Your eyes darken as you look out the window, and rise up off the floor.  Fists clenched by your side, you didn’t care that he was born of Ransom.  He was yours.

“What is he doing?” Lance asks as Alfred shakes his hand, that same golden glow surrounding his hands.  “Chase?”

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

“Aurelia was born of magic.  Ransom had a spell on him, and every part of his body, including his cum.  Now we have this fucking mutt.  Not quite human and not quite fae,” Alfred screams with such a high pitch that Chase covers his ears.  “Halfbreed!”

“Mama!” He wails, making grabby hands towards the window, “Dada!” 

“You don’t even know who your father is, you twit!”

“Dada!” The glow surrounding his hands gets larger, and Lance places him down on the floor.  “Dada!”

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!” 

“I should take him back, right?” Chase shouts no, looking at his brother, but Alfred was crawling steadily towards Chase.  Still growling out Dada as he moves closer to him.

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

“Maybe you should quit taunting him, and admit that Andy is his father.”

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

“Dada!” He sits up, shaking his fists, as the glow surrounds his body.  “My Dada!” He screams out as his glow bursts all around him.

“Andy!” You shout, looking towards the distance.  An odd golden glow shines around an area.  “That’s him.  That’s our baby.  He…I told you his hands were doing something weird.  That’s him.”

“Let’s go,” Andy pulls on Walter’s reins leading him to wherever the glow was coming from and the closer you get the more you hear your distressed son, but also Lance.

“I know,” he coos down at Alfred, his burst of golden whatever making it impossible for him to calm down.  “You did good though, look at Chase.  He’s out cold.”

“Dada!” The baby cries, his mouth in a permanent frown.  “My Dada!”

“When you calm down, I will take you back.  Your mom’s debt has been paid.  I took you, now I can return you.”

“Give her the baby,” Andy growls as he walks through the hideout’s entrance.  You walk closer to Lance, but he doesn’t resist.  Even smiles up at you.

“Dadadadadadadada!  My dada,” your baby claps his hands looking at Andy.  “My dada!” 

“Yes, darling,” you gleefully tell him, as Lance freely hands him over.  “That is your daddy.”

Lance gives Andy a deep bow, before kneeling down completely, “I pledge fealty to you, the one and true king of Palmona.  A debt has been paid, and the King’s illness has completely taken over.  Kind King Andrew, you will not reach him before he passes.  And you must know, your son, he’s extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Andy demands to know, lowering his sword.

“Never trust faeries, My Lord.  Never make bargains with faeries.  You have been the only one in the castle that did not.  You are the true king.”

“You won’t hurt my wife and son?” Lance shakes his head no, but points over to Chase.  “I should kill him?”

“No, he’s slowly dying himself.  Becoming corrupt.  His heart, and veins are blackened as much as his soul.  He feeds off chaos, and he’s growing famished from the lack of chaos.  If you kill me, he lives.  If we join together, his death is inevitable.  Ransom has been keeping him fed and fat with chaos,” you give Lance a quick shake of your head.  You didn’t want Andy to think anything less of your precious baby.  He was Alfred’s father.

“Fine,” Andy completely sheaths his sword.  I don’t want to kill fae.  You are to be the guard for my son and wife.  And Together, we will bring lightness back to Palmona.”

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Cold

Nestor Oceteva & Galindo!Sister Reader

From these October Prompts:  “I forgot how cold it could get.”

A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 2 out of 4. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, canon-level mention of un aliving, lots of tension, heartbreak. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Home. You hadn’t been home in what felt like forever. As you stepped off the plane, it was go time. Pushing all your emotions aside, you moved to the baggage claim, right through to arrivals where you were forced to pause. Truthfully that was an understatement, you didn’t pause, you practically froze in your steps when you saw the sign with your name on it, more specifically when you saw the person holding the sign. The exhaustion from the 6 hour flight was making it hard for you to think clearly on how to proceed, but it seemed like the decision was made for you when eye contact was made. 

He stared at you, it was the same exact scene where you saw him last. 3 years ago. As you thought about it, that moment 3 years ago, your feet were moving towards him. He looked exactly the same. Two french braids, maybe they were a little longer now. His goatee was fuller, it hadn’t been cleaned up in a few days because you could see his beard shadow and you were still 50 feet away from him. Your eyes moved down to see the button down shirt he was wearing. Purple paisleys. The one you gifted him during the last christmas you spent here in Santo Padre with your family. It made your stomach twists in knots which is when you moved your eyes back to his face to see the one last familiar thing. Those yellow sunglasses. Those yellow fucking sunglasses.

You walked up to him and took a deep breath before speaking, “Hi.” 

Hi? That was it? That was what 3 years of time away to think on what happened resulted in? Hi?

“Hey.” He lowered the sign with your name on it and grabbed the bag that was slung around your shoulder. 

Okay, he wasn’t exactly winning any awards for public speaking either. 

Suddenly, it all hit you at once. The fact you were standing 12 inches from the man you loved and left, that you were back in the place you hated, and that your mother was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Before you knew it you were jumping forward and wrapping your hands around Nestor. He didn’t freeze, his hands immediately wrapped around you, squeezing you just as hard as you had him. The tears escaped from your eyes and found their way to his shoulder. At some point his hand came up and cupped the back of your head. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Which wasn’t saying much, wanting to stay in this incredibly sad moment, but moving forward meant seeing your brother, meant going back into a life you left, it also meant discussion. As much as you wished that this reunion with Nestor could solve everything that happened between you three years ago, it wouldn’t. 

You stepped away, wiping your tears and picking up your suitcase handle. 

“I’m assuming you’re my ride?” You chuckled, nodding your head to the exit. 

“Mikey’s at the hospital, told me to come get you and drop you off there.”

“It’s nearly 10 o'clock at night? Visiting hours have to be over?” You questioned as you moved outside to see two blacked out SUVs parked illegally with another two guards standing besides them. “Jesus Christ, I’m a Galindo not the fuckin’ president.” 

Nestor chuckled. “You have been away for a while.”

You thought for a minute, Miguel likely had the hospital wing blocked out which meant him and his people could come and go as desired. Now, the entourage of security was new. Miguel was cautious but this was different. This was precautionary on a new level. 

You kept your mouth shut as Nestor put your bags into the trunk of the one car you and him would be sharing. He opened the back seat door for you and you walked past it like he wasn’t even there and opened the passenger door to hop in. 

Nestor shook his head and made his way to the driver seat, he checked the mirrors twice, he locked the car immediately and when he hit the gas, both cars moved quick, like they were on a mission. 

“You gonna tell me what’s with all the extra security?” You asked and were met with nothing. 

“Alright well if not, then it’s probably time to tell you I’m not going to the hospital. I want you to take me home.” 

Nestor’s eyes danced over at you with that remark. Not for long but enough for you to notice. 

“Mikey wants you at the hospital.” His voice didn’t change in tone, he kept it level and informative.

“Have you reuped your contract?” You asked nicely and curiously. 

Nestor frowned “My contract?”

“Yes have you signed a new contract with Miguel.”

“No why?”

“Because if you haven’t, you have to take me home. You are legally contracted to override any order if given to you by a Galindo. So, I am a Galindo and you still are working under the same contract.” 

The smile that filled your face was smug as you relaxed into the seat knowing you had won. Or so you thought. 

“You changed your name.” Nestor’s voice was solemn, no emotion behind it at all. 

You practically broke your neck to look at him. His face didn’t change and he didn’t say anything else. 

“What did you say?” Your glare was harsh and your voice was pointed. 

“You’re technically not a Galindo. You changed your name after you left.” 

Your jaw was going to have to be scraped off the ground. Not only were you not expecting that response but there was no way he knew you changed your last name. It was done out of spite when you left, you were angry, you were hurt and you wanted to cut complete ties from your family and the cartel that came along with it. But you didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t even tell Emily, who was the only person you kept in contact with after leaving and that only started a year ago. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Your body twisted to look at him, it wasn’t exactly comfortable in the passenger seat of the car but it didn’t matter. 

Nestor stayed silent, but you knew him well enough to know that he was thinking of what to say. His mind was going a mile a minute but he showed no sign of it. He was as stoic as they come. 

“You have 5 more seconds to think of something or I’m telling you to stop this car and I’m walking home.” 

“I checked in on you.” 

“You what?”

“I check–”

“Pull over.” 

That made Nestor turn to look at you. You weren’t facing him anymore you were bending over to pick up the things you had in front of you to leave. At this point you were seeing red, you had half a mind to just open the door and jump out on your own. 

“Y/N, don’t be fuckin’ stupid.” 

There it was. The Nestor you knew. Not this facade he put up as head of security of the Galindo Cartel. 

“Ah, there he is.” The smile on your face was sarcastic and it was begging for Nestor to truly start this fight. 

“You’re acting ridiculous.” His head shook and was filled with a look of disgust. 

Picking up your finger, you pointed at yourself. “I’m–I’M acting ridiculous?” A scoff left your mouth. “Fuck you. You had no right to ‘check in on me’, you lost any right to know anything about me 3 years ago.” 

“Your Mikey’s sister, I have to keep tabs.” There was the stoic tone again. 

“You didn’t look me up for your precious Mikey. You looked me up because you regretted your choice the minute I left. You just were too pussy to leave.” 

“I have a job to do here, Y/N. I couldn’t just up and leave!” You broke him. There was a part of you that was proud of yourself. He had hurt you so much 3 years ago and you never got to express that to him, you let the bitterness build up in you and this was long overdue. 

“I had a ticket for you.” It was your turn to be stoic. 

“The ticket you ripped up and threw on the floor of my apartment?” A chuckle left his mouth. 

“The ticket I ripped up and threw on the floor of your apartment because I had just found out that you poured hot grease on an innocent man.” 

“Jesus Christ.” 

You shook your head and lowered your voice, “you chose my brother everyday for 3 years. 1095 times you woke up and chose Miguel Galindo over me. You chose murdering people over me. You chose torturing people over me. You chose to be Galindo’s dirty worker. Which is fine. That was your decision but every day you woke up and chose him, you weren’t choosing me.” 

“I chose you when I went and found those guys who kidnapped you and killed them.” Nestor hadn’t been so forthcoming before but he was angry. 

“That was not choosing me. That was choosing the Galindo Cartel.” 

“You left. Not me.”  Nestor’s voice leveled. 

“Tell me one thing.” Your voice was calm, you were on the verge of losing it. “Did you ever even love me?” 

It was a weighted question, you wouldn’t have cared if he took a minute to answer, but he didn’t. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” 

Your heart dropped. Not exactly sure why, as he didn’t actually give you an actual answer. But your mind was trying to decipher what he meant. It could have been a ‘yea but it doesn’t matter things are way to far past that’ or a ‘no and I don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to say it doesn’t matter to spare you breaking down in my car’

Okay, you were overthinking, but they weren’t that far off from being real possibilities. A light from ahead caused you to look forward, and that’s when you noticed you were pulling up to Nestor’s apartment. Not home. Not the hospital. 

For a moment you felt relief knowing you scored more time where you weren’t going to have to deal with Miguel or the heaviness of just being home. You looked over at Nestor, half prepared to thank him, sarcastically ofcourse, but all in all you were ready to put whatever fight this was behind you because of his gesture. But he was quiet and still, you forgot about this part of him, the cartel side. It had clearly taken over since you left, before there was a visible line, but now things were blurred. You practically laughed as you shook your head and opened the car door as it was still moving.

Even though everything was different with Nestor, everything was exactly the same with his apartment. You walked up the stairs and picked the key up from under his front mat. It was laughable that the head of security for the Galindo Cartel was hiding his house key under the front mat but old habits die hard. 

You slammed the door, knowing he had to be shortly behind you but selling your point about how mad you were was top of mind. Without thought you moved through the living room and opened the blinds and escape to the balcony. Standing there, looking out at the view of Santo Padre you took a deep breath as it all came crashing down on you like a pile of bricks. You were home. Dita was in the hospital half burned from an attempt at her own life. The man you were in love with was acting like a dickhead. And you hadn’t even seen your brother yet. No wonder you left all those years ago. 

The sliding door opened but your head didn’t move. 

“I forgot how cold it could get here.” Your arms crossed, hugging yourself. 

“Stay.” Nestor leaned back against the railing with his arms intertwined. 

His request was laughable, and that’s what you did, laugh. 

“And do what?” You shot a glare at him. 

“Be with me.” His voice was soft now, like the man you had known to love. “Move in here, you’ll be able to check in on Dita, your brother misses you, it’s–” he was getting needy you could hear it in his voice but that didn’t stop you from cutting him off. 

“You can’t use my words on me. I asked you to be with me 3 years ago. And you know what I got instead? I got my brother’s best friend going face first into the cartel. I wanted Nestor. MY Nestor. But the minute I asked you to be with me you chose Miguel. It will always be him. You asking me to stay here, to live here, that’s not for me, that's for you. For my stupid fucking brother. You KNOW I can’t be here. I was kidnapped. I was fucking BURNED,” you lifted your shirt up to show the small part of your abdomen that was burned, not to be underwhelmed with the entire burn scar on your back. 

“And I–” Nestor pushed himself off the railing to argue with you. 

“And you went with Mikey to make it right,” you mocked him in the best version of his voice you could get. “You went with the head of the Galindo Cartel and burned innocent people until you finally got the right one. Don’t sell it for anything less than what it is.” 

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” His voice was now raised and loud. Very loud.

“NOTHING.” You moved your body to face him, hands still tucked under your arms. “I want nothing from you.” You took steps closer to him so now you were face to face. “I want nothing from you, or from Mikey, or from anyone in your little fucking circle. You know what I want? I want to see my mother for what is probably the last time in my life, and I want to leave. I want to never see your stupid fucking face ever again, your stupid shades, your stupid braids, your stupid apartment, I want to live a life free of you.” The statement was long and winded and at some point tears had left your eyes. You didn’t bother wiping them, all you did was stare at Nestor. 

He took a step forward and that’s when his hand reached out and cupped your face. His lips touched yours instantly. It was desperate, and you knew it not only from the way his lips crashed against yours and he held your head tight to his but because in no time before this when you had fought had he ever kissed you. Not when you got hurt. Not even when you left. All you had were stolen moments. Glances, smiles, winks, hand holds that lingered just a couple seconds too long. But never a kiss. 

It was ironic. Poetic tragedy some might say. That your first kiss was likely to be your last. At first, you gave into it, and let the desperation flood over the both of you. You embraced it until you realized this was going to do nothing but hurt you and him so you pulled away, letting your forehead head rest against his. 

“Please just stay.” He asked you again, this time at a whisper. “Don’t you love me?” Those last words snuck out at even a softer tone but you managed to hear them as everything around you was silent. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” After using the same words he hit you with earlier, you held your position there with him for a few more beats before pushing away and leaving him alone on that balcony. Making your way through the living room, you grabbed the one bag he must’ve carried in and made your way back downstairs as you pulled out your phone. 

It was insane how you were about to call your brother to pick you up. This whole thing was full of irony. But the sooner you could get this all over with, the sooner you’d be out of here and back to a life where none of this mattered or existed. There was a piece of you that wanted to look up, get one more look of the man on the balcony but if you did there was a slight chance you’d go back on everything, and that just wasn’t a chance you could take. So instead, you called Miguel and kept looking into the dark void that was your hometown of Santo Padre.

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[hereliesbeetlejuice]

lmao I got so excited when I saw that ugly new makeup cause immediately I was like “oh kristen’s gonna have some shit to say about this”

PLZZZZ SKFJSKFJDJ I GOT A LOT OF SHIT TO SAY ABOUT THIS

and i’ve been trying to hold back cause i wanna keep this blog an overall positive place but in my deepest of hearts i am a hater through and through and it’s time to let that shine for a minute if you’ll indulge me

DC makeup:

the most gremlin he’s ever been.

hair was messy but still a bit too trimmed imo

the gunk in the teeth was A+ in theory but on stage it just kinda made him look like he was missing teeth. which honestly could also work but it wasn’t the most comfortable for Alex

beard was perfectly scruffed and patchy, looked like a dirty old man that was convinced he could grow a full beard but couldn’t

could use a little more moss around the face but still corpse-like and ugly in all the right ways

7.5/10

Winter Garden makeup:

now THIS is a man that’s just been sitting around collecting dust, moss, and mold for the past three centuries

the subtle dark makeup on the edges of the eye sockets made them look perfectly sunken, this dude absolutely does not sleep.

the cheekbone contour is a little more exaggerated than it needs to be and let’s be real, you just can’t make this guy look like he’s wasting away to the bone. and we love that about him

the moss is so PERFECTLY patchy around the beard it looks like it has its own ecosystem, 10000% chance there are microscopic species yet to be discovered living in there

eyebrows are perfect to me, dark, messy, with the furrow creases accentuated to give him that extra little bastard look

the wig changed around a bit, i like the length of the one on the right but the unkempt-ness of the left

bonus pic because i just think they did so well accentuating the features of his face without detracting from his expressions or overall appearance

9/10 we love this guy <3

Evolution of the Marquis makeup:

gonna preface this by saying do not come at me with “it needs to look dramatic so the whole theater can see!!” because i was in one of the last rows on re-opening night and i couldn’t not focus on what was going on with his face.

the beard.

literally traumatizing, disgustingly thicc and they made it worse by darkening it. looks like something my foot would accidentally touch in the water at the beach and make me scream

as sickening as the beard is somehow making it more fuller makes him look….more put together? it worked a LOT better when it was all patchy and pathetic

can we talk about the forehead slime. what is it doing there. where is it meant to be coming from. and why could they not at least MATCH THE SHADE OF GREEN TO THE REST OF HIM WHAT IS THIS EMERALD SHIT

eye makeup is still okay for now

the wig looks too purposefully styled and the way they made his hair a natural hair color except for a perfectly sectioned-off front portion? wack.

4/10

oh jesus oh god nevermind go back to the other wig go BACK

looks like the porcupine from Surfs Up remember the penguin movie with penguin shia labeouf

beard is still ugly but not in the way it should be. starting to add some green to it but it’s pointless when you can’t actually see it through all the hair

someone has made the decision to turn his earlobes emerald as well?

beard, wig, slime, all different shades can we plz at least keep it coherent

1/10 i’m keeping a point cause the eyes are still semi-okay

at some point someone decided he needed a tan?????

SO MUCH BRONZER ?????? FOR SOME REASON ???????

straight up looks like an oompa loompa

especially now that we’ve gone full green with the beard

0/10 go back to the chocolate factory

i……..

i don’t even have the words

this makeup look was done by a new makeup swing who i can only guess has never seen the show and was never given even a vague description of what he’s supposed to look like

the forehead slime has gotten out of control. it makes no sense, doesn’t even look like slime (which i’m assuming it’s supposed to be????), attracts way too much attention to the wig cap and microphone, crowds the face

listen. i know some of you like the dark rings because it’s similar to keatlejuice but first of all i have to say he’s not SUPPOSED to look like keatlejuice. these are two very VERY different characters and i think trying so hard to give them physical similarities is pointless and counterproductive to keeping the originality that’s made this show as successful as it is

that being said. i am not OPPOSED to the IDEA of the dark circles but i think they were executed so, so poorly here. i’m not joking when i say when i first saw the pic on the left i thought he was midway through taking his makeup off. they didn’t do anything to blend the edges or make it look naturally sunken and it hides the eyebrows and therefore a big portion of his range of expression

speaking of eyebrows it’s giving how the grinch stole christmas

the beard has gone full-on chia pet. it literally looks like someone grew it in a planter. horrific

idk whose idea it was to place a random green spot on his nose but it looks like a radioactive booger and it’s insanely distracting i don’t even know what the intention behind that was supposed to be

overall it’s way too loud, way too crowded, way too much going on. alex is an all or nothing performer, we don’t NEED all of this to remind us he’s a dead guy. not that he looks like a dead guy anymore he looks like an 11 year old’s joker cosplay

like i’m not trying to be mean but i genuinely, truly can’t fathom how these were done by a professional makeup artist when i sincerely believe any random fan could’ve done a better job like i know that sounds rude but that’s how confused i am this feels like a prank there is just no way an entire production team looked at that and said “yeah looks good” like i can’t fathom it

-20000/10

anyway. thanks for indulging me while i let all this out cause i am so frightened of what it’s gonna evolve to next. i’m also a little upset at the inconsistency of it all, his makeup design literally changes on a nightly basis these days and that’s not an exaggeration. i get it if they’re trying things out but to change it so often this late in the game is jarring tbh. i’m theorizing they may be trying different looks to see what would be captured best on the proshot and if that’s the case all i can do is BEG them to understand less is more cause i cannot stress enough how little i want to see All That in HD.

tldr; he used to look like an actual dirty old corpse, now he just looks like a kid’s halloween costume.

#anon i love you for this thank you #i rlly wanna hear what other people think tho #except if they think differently because then they are Wrong #(joking) #(please give me your thoughts) #ask #anonymous #and as always obligatory disclaimer i love beetlejuice i love the show and i love everyone involved in it #but i….i would genuinely like a word with the makeup department i just haven’t thought of a nice enough way to bring it up yet

[i-did-not-mean-to]

An exciting walk

So, dear @laurfilijames...here goes the first part of this little story! I hope you'll enjoy!

Words: 1,3 k

Warnings: dog copulation, injury, seduction

“I swear,” Elle hissed warningly at the devious monstrosity – pretending adamantly to be a young dog – wriggling at the end of the state-of-the-art leash she had bought only a few days ago after the previous one had been mysteriously chewed to bits. “If you don’t behave this time, I’m going to sell you to a sausage-maker.”

She would, of course, do no such thing, but – having tried compliments and outright blackmail – Elle was willing to give threats, however empty they might have been, a try.

The cheerful bitch, barely out of her puppyhood, wagged her tail in a deceiving show of feigned innocence; unfortunately for both mistress and pet, there was a considerable lapse of time that had to be observed before one of them could be safely spayed. Elle was relieved that it was not her – there really was no need for any such intervention – and her pity made her look a little kindlier on the antics of Emerald, the hellhound.

As she led the elegant, long-limbed beast outside, Elle mused about how much more luck her dog would have had – if Elle had let her – to find a mate; indeed, Emerald’s fur shimmered in all the warm shades of autumn comfort – vivid browns marbled with distinguished hues of pearl and cream – and her pleading, dark eyes could have made a rock melt.

She was a gorgeous dog, and she never grew tired of hearing random people and kind friends alike saying so.

If she was completely honest, Elle – far from being a guileless woman herself – also understood the heat that plagued her poor pet only too well; she herself had been secretly yearning for the tender attentions of a potential mate often lately, but – unlike the shameless animal – she could hardly go wriggle her ass into the face of every halfway eligible candidate.

Moreover, humans were unfortunately a little pickier on average when it came to those things.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to staving of Emerald’s potential suitors before returning home to a cup of hot chocolate and a romantic movie.

She was almost down the newly built road on either side of which houses seemed to pop out of the ground like mushrooms when Emerald suddenly wrenched her forward violently. Utterly unprepared for such an unexpected onset of naughtiness, Elle was dragged along for longer than she normally would have and, when her foot caught on the yet uneven pavement, she felt her ankle twist as if in slow-motion.

“No,” she cried, but the pain turned her authoritative order into a pathetic whimper.

To her surprise, her outburst was echoed by a much deeper, fuller voice just before she collided with a warm and surprisingly soft wall.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Miss,” the voice said, and then strong arms were slung around her tottering body; Elle let go of the leash tethering her to the unruly bitch and looked up into a pair of azure blue, deeply worried eyes twinkling beautifully over a strong nose and a sensitive mouth surrounded by a golden beard.

Aware of how indecently she was pressed against him, she tried to take a step back and winced when pain lanced through her injured ankle.

“Woah, slow down,” he said quickly, extending his arm and catching her around the waist once more.

For a long moment, they just stared – amazed and dumbfounded – at each other until the sound of frantic canine tongues in action drew their attention back to the reason for their unfortunate meeting.

“Ori? Down,” the man barked hopelessly, tugging in turn on a broad leather lead. “Is your bitch in heat?”

Elle blinked in confusion; his voice was so mesmerizing that she licked her lips in awe even as she struggled to make sense of his words.

“Yes,” she then exclaimed in alarm and looked down, only to discover Emerald already being vigorously mounted by a visibly enthusiastic dog. “Oh no,” she sighed, knowing full well that it would be ill-advised to separate them now as it was probably too late anyway.

“Ori, you nasty bugger,” the man ground out not without sympathy. Then, still holding Elle in his firm grip, he informed her that he lived in the house right behind him. “Do you want to come in and let me see to the ankle? I’ll close the gate…” he chuckled. “Not that I think that they’d go anywhere. This might take a while.”

It was only then that Elle realised that she was standing in the neatly fenced-off front garden of a prim little cottage. “I am so sorry,” she mumbled, leaning into his offered warmth and support a little more eagerly. “I thought the worst was over.”

She gave the male – still rutting – a cursory but appreciative glance; proud and exceedingly cute, the dog was of a golden russet colour with a funny, curled tail.

“What’s the lady’s name? I shall get them my best vintage of Château Robinet,” the man smiled. “My name is Fíli by the way.”

“I'm Elle and the lucky lady is Emerald,” she replied softly. “You’re a real romantic, huh?”

“Very,” Fíli promised and promptly lifted her into his arms to carry her inside. “You stay here,” he ordered, spreading out a fluffy, quilted blanket over her legs before rummaging through his freezer in search of an icepack for her ankle. None was found and Elle had to content herself with a bag of frozen pasta with tomato sauce.

As promised, he also brought out a bowl of water for the dogs so they might refresh themselves after their amorous intermezzo and then immediately returned to Elle, gently lifting her foot into his lap as he sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked while his broad thumbs rubbed soothing circles into her tender flesh.

“I’ll live,” she said with a shrug, increasingly fascinated by his good looks and gracious smiles. “Thank you for letting me rest here for a bit.”

“They’ll be tied for a hot minute,” Fíli commented light-heartedly, “and – depending on our luck – we’ll soon have to co-parent a litter of funny-looking puppies.” His tone didn’t sound as if he was opposed to the idea and his smile grew ever brighter. “I can’t wait to see Ori’s face.”

“The dog?” Elle asked with a burst of choked laughter.

“What? No,” Fíli chuckled in turn. “No, we named the ginger Casanova after a friend of mine. Not that the actual human namesake would ever get that lucky to have a pretty lady barrel into him. Ah, trumped by a dog, what a sad destiny for my old friend.”

Mischief and yearning flared in Elle’s chest at those words, but first she had to ascertain who he meant when he so confidently said “we”.

“Huh?” Fíli looked up from her foot. “Oh, my brother and I. We’re very close and he’s incredibly vexed that I moved out.”

He has a brother, Elle thought with a wave of entirely uncalled-for relief, but he had not brought up a housemate, romantic or otherwise.

“Aren’t you also being upstaged by your dog? At least one Ori is getting some action,” Elle purred and looked up at him innocently from under dense, fluttering lashes.

“I have a little more style than that,” Fíli grinned, letting his ready, effortless charm engulf her like a wave of pure heat. “While on the subject, can I offer you something to drink?”

With a puzzled nod, Elle watched him stride back into his sparsely stocked kitchen where he lifted a bottle of chilled wine and inquisitively; again, her silly head bobbed up and down mutely.

“So, dear Elle,” Fíli then smirked as he brought over two exquisite glasses, “what else can I do to make you feel more comfortable?”

Love you lots!!

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien #Modern!AU #Hobbit #dogs #Fíli #Fíli x OC #Ori the dog #Ori the Akita #bitch in heat #minors DNI #prompts and requests

[thelonesomequeen]

I’ve seen some fans claim hair plugs, but I’m not sure if it’s that or clever hairstyling (and hairpieces/editing for movies and photoshoots). It’s hard for me to tell because we don’t really get a clear look at his actual hairline anymore because of the way it’s styled. There are always little pieces of hair styled forward to cover parts of his hairline where you could see it was receding before 🦎 // I’ve noticed the same thing & yeah to me it like more like styling. He’s mentioned his hair thinning in the past & his current styling technique seems to be going for a more fluffy look to give it a fuller effect. Like you said I think he uses pieces of hair to shape up his hairline better. I love the fluffy hair look on him though especially when he has a full beard!

It’s also a touch linger, too. That helps him move it around more to cover up bare or receding spots. I think this is a better style for him. When he slicked back his hair with tons of gel, it just made his hairline more prominent 🦎

[sins-of-the-sea]

Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Oh, I had to edit how they look MANY TIMES throughout the years.

The only one who retained the same physical appearance from Day 1 is Abena as a tall, voluptuous, dark-skinned booba lady with a teeny weeny afro, hypnotic smile, and big alluring eyes. The only change I think I did since her original design was define her jawline and cheekbones, and even then that was just me being a better artist and not just drawing her as a generic anime girl with toned in skin. I guess updating her outfit and changing how she covers her hair counts.

The men, on the other hand:

Josep was initially significantly young, leaner, and had a different hairstyle (rounded hairline with bangs and a ponytail). His face was also smoother. As my art improved, he'd eventually gain the sharp cheekbones, defined jaw, and unique eyes, as well as a bulkier physique to compliment his spooky theme. It's actually fairly recently (the past few years) his hair was most defined: slicked back with a few stray strands and a widow's peak hairline with trepanning scars on his skull. The braided queue slung over the shoulder like an anime mom's side plait is perhaps the most recent change (because I'm sick of trying to decide how his hair falls over his flipped cloak collar), as well as self-flagellation scars on his back because Catholicism, yo.

Rashid also had a major change. Like Josep, he was initially younger, almost identical to Amir but with the stereotypical genie look (so a shaved head with a ponytail, smaller beard, etc). That was why Rashid's original name was "Jinni"! Then later one he was made middle-aged and thoroughly bald, with a fuller beard and body hair everywhere, and a hooded cloak. Later still changed his physique to be "strong fat" to contrast the Adonises that fill up the Devil's Eye roster lmao (others also fattened up like Robert and Isaac). His hooded cloak is also changed to a general assymetrical cloak styled after Cassim from Aladdin and the Forty Thieves. Most of the recent changes onto Rashid nowadays is just defining and redefining how I draw his face and his beard. God, his beard is hard.

Ruixiong's physical design is mostly on just his hair and face. In one of his earliest drafts, Ruixiong was originally a very disabled beggar with a shitton of congenital deformities who was approached by the Master to be made abled and beautiful… only to have half of his face burned and an eye gouged out by Sing-Lung (hence the strap of cloth under his hair in some of his icons). But this is absolutely gross writing so VERY THANKFULLY it is dropped; however, Ruixiong was without a justification as to why he often covers half of his face with his hair for a long time until recently--he just has a birthmark on his face he thinks is hideous lmao. Which I eventually adjusted too--his attitude about that birthmark evolved to something he finds ugly but also prideful over, thus his reluctance to keep it covered dropped and his full face shown more often altogether. So the peek-a-boo bangs is just stylization nowadays.

Also, the top knot. Ruixiong previously didn't have the Ming-dynasty styled top-knot. That's also a recent change to his physical appearance. Ruixiong feels weird whenever I draw him without it now.

Phoebus and Guy are a special case, and I'm lumping them together as identical twins. Initially they WEREN'T twins: Phoebus was originally 23 and Guy 21 before I decided upon making them twins and moving them to 22. They also had different hairstyles; Guy was thoroughly white with weird stylized shapes while Phoebus had the symmetrical auburn Sephiroth bangs. Upon deciding to make them identical (barring Guy's white hair at the time), I altered Guy's hair to have Phoebus' shape and Phoebus' face to be just like Guy's (Phoebus' face was originally much more significantly "generic anime bishonen").

Originally the only way you could tell them apart, besides their personalities, was their color scheme--otherwise, left uncolored, you weren't supposed to be able to tell who is who at all. But this also changed over time. Guy nowadays has muscle, and he dresses more formally or "sexily", whereas Phoebus is a skinny twig and dresses like a lazy slob. There is also Phoebus with the birthmark on his elbow as the congenital trait that distinguishes him from Guy.

Special mention goes to Guy's hair, which has gone all over the place from full white to auburn to the current auburn with a single white streak. I am contemplating one more physical change to Guy, but I am still deciding if it's a good change or not first.

Giovanni's radical design changes is mostly on his hair. He had a really stupid looking ponytail with the Idiot Hair string plus sideburns and… all over the place. Later it became a slicked back wavy shoulder-length hair but still with the Idiot Hair strand sticking out on top of his head. Then that Idiot Hair relaxed and covered his right eye for a time as I changed the hair once again to have assyemtrical parted long bangs wherein his right eyebrow tends to be covered. Finally, that Idiot Hair was dropped altogether as I gave Giovanni his trademark sideburns instead, a decision I'm glad to have because I'm so sick of his cutesy face being so bland otherwise (the sideburns make him appear more masculine without changing his face).

Giovanni's heterochromia was entirely by accident--he was originally just blue eyed. But before I boarded the plane to go to the Philippines for college, I had an unfinished drawing of Josep smacking Gio on the head for stupids, and only one eye (blue) was colored. The other (green) was colored on the plane, but it was dark and I picked up the wrong Sharpie. When the lights brightened and I saw my mistake, I decided to keep it. And that is why Gio has two differently colored eyes!

The last major change to his physical design is probably a couple years ago, regarding the massive number of scars on his body due to self-harm during psychotic episodes in the cellar.

#ew this is long I'm sorry #22 years is a long time to be writing and redefining anything a;ofihs;ofih #[About the Seven] #[Captain Josep Frascona] #[Abena Frascona] #[Rashid al-Qadar] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #religion tw #self-harm tw

[abidgarcia]

Final Theme Project - JCutz: The Extravagant Hair Affair

Project Statement:

Here’s a brief introduction to JCutz, a barber from Dope Barbershop in Fresno State who is all about delivering premium haircut services and experiences. Within this photography project, I aim to demonstrate the essence of what makes a premium haircut service “Premium”. The Focus is on showing how JCutz pays attention to every detail of the haircut process, where he highlights the importance of detail and skill. This project is important to me since I’ve always gotten the premium haircut experience, and it can truly boost my confidence to the point where when I walk out of the barbershop, and feel like a new person. These following photographic compositions were based on two of the best haircut experiences taken on a a full day of barbering. The images show the process in detail on a timeline sequence covering every aspect from the haircut, the beard trim, the beard lineup, the eyebrow shape up, and the final touches using beard and hairline enhancers. This project will make you realize how detail is one of the most important factors in a haircut and may actually persuade you to try a premium haircut experience with JCutz.

The guidelines are the first cuts a barber performs within the haircut, guidelines are usually made with a clipper with no guard. For example in this photo, the barber is doing the guideline on his customer.

Something that all barbers do prior to using a razor on the beard and neck area is going in with the clippers with no guard and creating a lineup. Barbers do this to prevent razor blades and getting a better guide on the facial hair shape.

As part of the premium haircut experience, the barber is touching up the crisp lineup with the straight razors. A crispy square hairline is one of the most important factors in today’s hairstyles.

In this close-up shot, the barber is preparing a device that is used to enhance the beard and lineup. This device works as a sprayer and the liquid he is pouring inside is a dye that works like semi-permanent paint.

The enhancer is also applied in the beard area. The tool he is using is universal meaning that it can be used in the beard area as well as in the hairline. The enhancer makes the beard look fuller, darker, and can make the lineup much more crispy.

The client asked for the works, meaning the premium package which includes the haircut, the beard, and the eyebrows. In this shot the barber is putting so much attention in lining up the eyebrows. It is known that the eyebrows are the most detrimental part that affects the facial symmetry.

In this photo, the barber is showing the client every angle of his haircut with a mirror pointed towards the mirror located in the barber’s desk.

In this photo, the barber is perfectly nailing his scissor work. He starts by grabbing a section of hair and then he starts cutting them in a certain angle to achieve the natural flow of the hair.

To Finalize this haircut, the barber takes the client’s cape off and sprays his head with rubbing alcohol. This is done to prevent razor burns and sanitize the area. Luckily for the client, this was his last haircut of the day.

One of the best experiences of being a barber besides making people looking good is getting paid. In this shot, the barber is receiving a payment of around thirty dollars from his client.

[mi5014izzygraham]

Modelling the beard

For the beard, i have taken inspiration form The Green Knight. I really like that his beard is made up of lots of roots, so i plan to do the same for my character. I also like how his face is made up of wood. I might try doing something similar, having bark and moss slowly building up his face.

This was a simple process. I made a few different strands of roots to begin with, using a cylinder and controlling the vertexes to create curves.

To make things easier and quicker i the duplicated the strands and built it up to make it looking fuller. This was going to take a lot of duplicating to make it look fuller, so i made some thicker and put them underneath to fill the gaps.

I made the beard on the separate face file i had, then i imported it into the main model. It took a nit of tweaking to get the impression of the beard lying on his robes. I'm pleased with how this has turned out. I think i may had a few more strands in to bulk it out a little more.

I then made a start on adding the lumps of moss on his face. I did this by taking a square plane and using the sculpt tools to model it. This worked much better then trying to use spheres. I think i will also build a bit more moss up on his face as i want it to be clearly seen.

[mythoscorner]

Reading into Dionysos cults today, just a bit.

He possessed numerous shrines and temples throughout Greece and was widely worshipped as a fertililty god. Phallic processions and contests held in his honour were quite common. 

I didn't know about him being a fertility god, and that seems to be pretty basic knowledge, though in my personal practice I come to him more for his chaotic side. -A/D

The oldest representations portray him as a mature, bearded god dressed in heavy robes and holding a thyrsos (pine-cone tipped staff). In the Classical and Hellenstic eras, on the other hand, he was usually depicted as a pretty, effeminate youth holding a bunch of grapes. Sometimes he was shown drunk, leaning heavily on a companion. Dionysos was also frequently portrayed him as an infant or child in the arms of Hermes or Seilenos.

Well hello there Hermes, fancy seeing you here as you were the other god I was going to research.

I believe the first depiction is more commonly known as Bacchus but Dionysos and Bacchus are the same as far as I'm aware.

I don't have much more time but this is a good read and you should check it out

Herodotus, Histories 2. 49 (trans. Godley) (Greek historian C5th B.C.) :

"Melampos [a mythical seer] was the one who taught the Greeks the name of Dionysos and the way of sacrificing to him and the phallic procession; he did not exactly unveil the subject taking all its details into consideration, for the teachers who came after him made a fuller revelation; but it was from him that the Greeks learned to bear the phallus along in honor of Dionysos, and they got their present practice from his teaching. I say, then, that Melampos acquired the prophetic art, being a discerning man, and that, besides many other things which he learned from Egypt, he also taught the Greeks things concerning Dionysos, altering few of them; for I will not say that what is done in Egypt in connection with the god [i.e. Osiris] and what is done among the Greeks originated independently: for they would then be of an Hellenic character and not recently introduced. Nor again will I say that the Egyptians took either this or any other custom from the Greeks. But I believe that Melampos learned the worship of Dionysos chiefly from Kadmos of Tyre and those who came with Kadmos from Phoinikia [modern Lebanon] to the land now called Boiotia."

Captivated me personally, I find Herodotus' writing to be very intresting, and I look forward to reading more of it when I have more time

I hope the time I've spent today was enough Dionysos. Blessed be -P/A

Source

#greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek gods #dionysus #Dionysos #P #D #A

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: ikkan.... ikkan... Babe. .. wake up we've landed

Noiji: WAKE UP... WE'RE HOME !!

Neta: (wheeze) noiji That's not funny heheh

Ikkan: *gasp* Damn it noiji!

Noiji: Wake up sleepy head. We're hoooom we're in haddaido

Ikkan: * stretch* mmmmm....uh

Neta: here's your bag babe... you sleep well?

Ikkan: yeah..... No not really...*yawn* let's go... our parents should be waiting for us in the airport.. We usually just sit down at the center clock. We usually meet up there

Neta: alright sounds good.....hey ikkan... they're ok with me being an octarian

Ikkan: they don't care about that babe... they've seen pictures they just want to know you. My mom especially...... you would like her.

Noiji: well I don't know about you. I'm going to eggmens fried rice shop.... can't believe it's not a global franchise yet Inkopolis just can't make a good bowl of rice like they can

Ikkan: no your not! we're going to her parents house! You can wait until then!

Noiji: but I want my coconut squid fried rice!!

Ikkan: why couldn't you just eat a meal on the plane if you're hungry?

Noiji: It wasn't hungry then. I'm hungry now! Also, I can't eat on a plane. It makes nauseous!

Ikkan: You didn't feel that way when you were scarfing down our bags of pretzels!

Noiji: That's different I-

Koi-koi (their mom): I hope those aren't my kids arguing in the middle of the airport!! That's certainly not how I raised them!

Noiji: mama!!

Ikkan: heh....hey mom...... hey dad

Noiji:hi pa!!

Merv (dad): hmm boys... Good to see you.

Koi-koi:... Ohhh look my little guppies... [Kiss] [kiss] ah... noiji... Look at you! You look more and more like your dad every day..........hm.... Can you see out that eye sweetie?

Noiji: nope..... can't see a thing.. I'm thinking of getting it removed and replacing it with a glass eye I found a guy who knows how to customize them. I'm going to see if he can make one out of a rock I found at the beach once

Koi-koi: ................................. You're very creative jiji...... maybe make one with a different eye color instead

Merv: I know a nice rock polisher who could do it for free..

Koi-koi: don't give him ideas...... ikkan...... ah your beard is getting fuller.... a little mustache... you're growing out your tentacles out too huh

Ikkan: yeah... I'm trying something new... I also forgot to shave last night

Merv: look nice......... might need to even it out a little

Koi-koi: well...... Maybe a little trim wouldn't hurt I don't want you to like a hermit, can't see that handsome face..(pat pat).... Mmm.. (pat pat pat).....mm.. Did you get the surgery?

Ikkan: mom!!.

Ko-koi: I'm just wondering. You can tell me, I'm your mother.......It just looks a little bit flatter here.. last time I saw you..(pat pat)...

Ikkan: mom. Please. Stop. We're in public.

Koi-koi:... maybe you just lost weight...... You look little underweight honey. Are you eating well?

Ikkan:im- ugh- Yes, I'm eating fine.........and yes I got top surgery

Koi-koi: That's great! You could've just said that. I've seen every bit and piece of you sweetie and I made you. okay? You don't need to be embarrassed about this.

Merv: let him have his privacy koi.

Koi-koi: I understand that Merv. I'm just asking a simple question- Oh!.... hahahaha.. I am so sorry!... you startled me a little bit!....... you must be Neta...you must be my son's boyfriend ...hehehe.... ikkan where did you find this cute boy...... Nice to meet you sweetheart. I'm sorry I'm just rambling on not even paying attention to you. How are you doing?

Neta: I'm doing great..uhhhhh

Koi-koi: I'm Koi-koi but you can call me koi ....this is my husband Merv. You two would get along I can just tell.

Neta: hello sir

Merv: ay just call me Merv son. No need for formalities. Never like being called sir

Neta: yeah, I don't like it either. It's good to meet you.

Koi-koi:.. welp! Let's be on our way. My husband's been going on and on about going to eggman's for dinner.... ugh.... I swear it's like he lives there

Merv: they make a good calamari stir fry

Noiji: yeah they do!

Koi-koi: soooo Neta.... ikkan told me you own a store in the mall. That's very impressive.

Neta: yeah. It's my pride and joy. I'm actually opening up another store in another mall is going to be a lot bigger than the one that I have now. It's going to be a big project next 3 years

Koi-koi: Oh that's great! good to see young people moving up in the world. I remember being young and ambitious... when I was your age I got hired onto a game company. It started out as a card game company we soon branched out to board games....*sigh*.. I used to be the CEO ....... Then I met Merv........ I left, moved to Krillarney, had kids and lived on a farm for 13 years. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was.......*inhale...exhale*........... pure bliss

Neta: what made you come back here?

Koi-koi: The company was going under HA..... They called me back for help hahahahah.. I told him yes but I didn't want to be a CEO anymore. I'm just working on advertising and marketing..... They're branching out to video games... mostly arcade games. They're trying to put jump squid on a home console.....Ridiculous

(After meal)

Koi-koi: and we're home....

Neta: wow..... This place. Is really nice.

Merv: yep, nice penthouse..... Between you and me this is nothing but glorified condo.... heheh.... But what do I know I don't pay the mortgage. I'm just the maid.

Koi-koi: downstairs is the guest bedroom. This is our living room...our TV.. it's...its

Merv: 85in

Koi-koi: 85 in...yes...I just put in a little conversation pit that really ties the room together....the kitchen is open at any time of the day so if you want to eat something at night feel free...... The pool's downstairs. Next to the lobby entry, it's 24 hours. Though I do suggest you go around 2:00 and 6:00 That's when they re-salt the pool. If something does happen don't worry they have a respawn point. Noiji bedroom is up in the loft .... ikkan sweetie we converted your room into a little hobby space for your father.... that man and his doll houses....

Merv: they're called dioramas honey

Koi-koi: sure......We put all your stuff in the downstairs bedroom. Don't worry you put everything back in this place. We didn't ruin anything

Ikkan: The room with the platform...nice

Neta: your parents are Nice.

Ikkan: thanks

Neta:.. When we were going to tell me you were..... Wealthy

Ikkan:.... I don't know. I mean we didn't always live like this. We used to live in a small house in a small little village raising krill and then we moved here.... By the time we got to this place I was planning on moving out. I guess I didn't think about it. I'm sorry

Neta: oh ok babe it's fine [kiss].............heeey. you wanna-

Ikkan: No not at my parents house... [Kiss] Good night

Neta: aw....... night

(next morning)

Neta: morning koi

Koi-koi: morning sweetheart Good to see someone else waking up at 6:00 a.m.

Neta: yeah, I'm used to it... coffee?

Koi-koi: Yes, please

Neta: I was looking around your house. A lot of family pictures and a lot of artwork too...

Koi-koi: Yes I usually get them at auction mostly d'Alfonsino's

Neta: It's very nice.....*sip*

Koi-koi:................................I used to be in the military

Neta:....................

Koi-koi: except I was on the opposite side of course......... I was a medic during that time I used respawn people, help them with ink replenishment....... injuries............... deaths

Neta:...............mm

Koi-koi: I used to carry around an inzap just in case something happened to me... usually they would target the medics first so......[revealing octoling skull tattoo similar to Neta's inkling one

Neta:.......................

Koi-koi: Inkling soldiers weren't really talked about most of the time because we're where the poor kids. Call Street squids cuz most of us didn't go to school or couldn't go to school... after joining. Some who joined were just stupid and naive. Treating it like it was some sort of game like it was turf war and not actual war....*sip* sometimes I feel like I'm still back there.... what a load of shit

Neta: hehehe I feel that...... I'm guessing you went back to work to keep yourself busy

Koi-koi: *sigh*..........yep.....

Neta: ......................does it get easier the older you get dealing with it?

Koi-koi: Yes it does. It gets easier. There's going to be sometimes where it's not......but the older you get the more experiences you gain. It gets easier going on..........

Neta:.......mm good........*sip*

Koi-koi:. If you need anything, anything at all sweetie just call me.

Neta: You said you worked at the game company that did jump squid right? Tenatron?

Koi-koi: yeah

Neta: do you think it's possible

(Epilogue)

Delivery man: hey this is.........rock shock? Is this the right place right?

Mahi: Yes, how can I help you?

Delivery man: I got a delivery here from Tenatron. I just need someone to sign.

Mahi: uh... uh.. ok.... The owner isn't here right now. He's going to be gone for a week or so.

Delivery man: thank you yeah he already paid for the setup and everything. It'll just be an hour

(hour later)

Delivery man: All right, you're all set. Enjoy your game console...... Promotional signs and advertisements are all in this box.

Mahi: 'jump squid three. octo invasion!' how the hell did he get this!? I thought this game wasn't even out yet!

{text}

Neta: mahi delivery just got sent to my store Just sign the paperwork and they'll do the rest.

Mahi: already did

Neta: They also bought some advertisement signs. Hang up in the front of the store once they're done

Mahi: ok

Neta: also tell Warabi that koi said hi sweetie pie

Mahi: ?????

Neta: Just do it

{End of text }

Mahi was caught having a fighting fight with @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#yay ikkan's parents yay #they live in a two bedroom three bath #3 bed if you count the loft which technically isn't his room. it's more of like the family game room but he put his bed up there #because he didn't want to share room with ikkan anymore #noiji is blind in one eye due to an autoimmune issue #he recovered but his eyes wasn't the same after #they go to eggmens which is based off his restaurant called a lot of rice It's kind of like a noodle shop but instead of noodles it's rice. #trans ikkan supremacy #Koi-koi i wanted to be an opposite of Warabi's mom #same with Merv #i had more to say but I'm very sleepy so I was going to leave it here. maybe add some more later #probably not #I'll put it in the chat later

[georgiapeach30513]

I dont think he looks horrible,also I dont like any of the outfits. But I think his team has been styling his hair way too high, it doesnt suit him because his face is very large and slim, so with the hair too pointy looks like a pyramid. I like his hair more natural and down, maybe sleek it a little?

I think he looks good (would look better with a tan), but the styling on most of those outfits wasn’t for me. Why is GQ putting a man wearing a wife beater on the cover? This is not the tattoo pictures we asked for Megan.

I actually like his hair. But I also am a fan of his very coiffed looks like Andy. My FAVORITE look is probably the bearded Ransom though. I’m a fan. A big big fan of that. And the fuller beard. This thinner beard has gotta go. Fall is right around the corner. Please, grow it out.

I think we’re seeing his face a bit slimmer now. The amount of whey protein he had during bulking seasons made his face fuller. Now that he’s not bulking up it’s slimmed back down again. Guys, he’s a naturally slim man. It does take a lot for him to get bulky.